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gurugirl · 10 months

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Let Me Show You

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best friend's dad!harry x reader | forbidden relationship

Summary: Your best friend's dad, Mr. Styles, is quite good at giving advice, amongst other things OR How your illicit affair with Mr. Styles began

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning: 18+ only, smut, cheating, age gap

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Mr. Styles had a way about him that you admired. He was sure of himself and was good at just about everything he did. He was also really good at listening and giving advice. When you told him about how your boyfriend had hurt your feelings and how you were considering breaking up with him he told you that you could do better, that you deserved better.

And you knew he was right. He was always right. So when you broke up with Randy you didn’t once look back or regret it.

To Mr. Styles: I did it. Thank you for your advice, Mr. Styles.

You texted Harry as you got into your car in the parking lot of the sandwich shop where you broke up with your boyfriend.

Fae would probably call you weird for texting her dad. She’d wonder what you were doing with his number in the first place.

But Harry insisted you text him after breaking up with Randy. He said he wanted to make sure you were okay and that you’d gone through with it. That he didn’t want to hear any excuses as to why you couldn’t do it. So he gave you his number and he took yours, telling you that if you didn’t reach out to him he’d be calling you himself.

From Mr. Styles: You’re welcome, Y/n. Where are you right now?

You started your car up just as he texted back.

To Mr. Styles: The parking lot at Dixie’s. I’m about to drive home.

You could see that he’d read the text right away and your heart skipped a beat when you saw the text bubbles indicating he was texting you back.

Fae would also hate that you had the biggest crush on her dad. The biggest. It was unhealthy actually, the kind of crush you had.

See, Mr. Styles wasn’t just someone you admired for his confidence and thoughtful advice. He was also gorgeous. His eyes were seafoam, crystal green. His lips were pink berry tinted. When he smiled he had dimples that carved into his cheeks. His jawline was chiseled and his dark hair was thick and wavy. He was tall with a fit body and broad shoulders, tattoos, big hands, a deep voice, and the most sex appeal you’d ever seen in one person.

From Mr. Styles: I’ll meet you at your apartment. I’m in the area anyway. I’d like to hear how the conversation went with your boyfriend.

From Mr. Styles: Ex-boyfriend.

You’d just broke up with Randy but you’d already forgotten all about him as you texted your best friend’s dad back with a large grin on your face.

To Mr. Styles: Okay. See you soon!

Your apartment complex was a little run down. It was in a safeish area but it was what you could afford with your wage as a waitress.

When you pulled into the parking lot you spotted Harry’s car immediately. His car stood out like a sore thumb amongst all the used, beat-up, and older models.

You quickly walked toward his Land Rover and watched him get out. You slowed your stroll to take him in.

That was another thing about him. He always looked so well put together. Harry was wearing dark blue slacks with a crisp white button-up shirt tucked in, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a few buttons undone from the top down, leather loafers, and his hair was coifed on his head just so. Rings on his fingers, and his signature cross necklace, the pendant dangling right at the top center of his well-defined pecs. A gorgeous sight.

“Hello, darling,” he greeted you and pulled you in for an easy hug.

You hugged back and smiled as you pressed your cheek to his shoulder, he smelled nice.

Backing away from the hug you looked up at him, “Hi, Mr. Styles.”

He loved that you were so polite. So sweet. Yet he knew that you had a crush on him and that he loved the most.

You led him up to your apartment. This was the first time he would come inside. He’d picked up Fae a few times so he knew where you lived. But the idea that he’d be stepping into your little home made you feel nervous.

You kept your place tidy most of the time. You had pictures framed and hung everywhere. Some art pieces that you made yourself for fun. Your couch was cheap but it looked nice. Your rug was from Ikea and was a splurge.

But that wasn’t why you were nervous. It was because this man you’d lusted after for years was coming into your private space with you. Alone.

You weren’t dumb. You knew the implications. You understood on some level that Harry thought you were pretty. But of course, he was married. And he was your father’s age. So it was unlikely that this meant anything. But still. The fact that he was conveniently in the area and said he was coming over, knowing you wouldn’t say no… well it certainly wasn’t out of the question that something could happen.

Harry stood close behind you as you unlocked and opened your door, stepping in and allowing him space to enter behind you before you closed the door. Sunlight came through your windows and it was bright enough that you didn’t bother to flick on any extra lights out of habit. You didn’t like to turn on lights when you didn’t need to. Who wanted to pay a needlessly higher electricity bill?

You looked up at Harry as he scrutinized your space in silence for a few beats.

“S’nice, Y/n. Clean and uncluttered. I’m impressed.” He moved past you to look at your wall of framed photos.

You followed and stood next to him, “Well, what did you think? That I was a slob or something,” you chuckled as you looked at your photos.

Harry turned to look at you and the slight grin on his face gave way to a wider smile, “Okay, sassy girl. I was just giving you a compliment. No need to get mouthy.”

You laughed and looked down at your cuticles, not knowing how to respond exactly. He had you feeling a bit empty-headed in that moment.

But then you brought your gaze back up to his and remembered your manners, “Would you like something to drink, Mr. Styles? I’ve got water, strawberry soda, orange juice… uh… almond milk–“

“A glass of water will be perfect. Thank you.”

Harry watched you traipse to your kitchen quickly as he continued to look around as he sat down on your little couch and waited for you.

Harry wasn’t sure exactly why he was with you alone in your apartment. He knew he shouldn’t be there. He knew better than to entertain the kinds of dirty thoughts he often had about his daughter’s best friend. But, well, here he was. And you were adorable wearing your short cutoff jean shorts and white razorback tank top.

When you returned with two glasses of water you sat down next to Harry and nervously smiled.

“Thank you, darling,” Harry lifted the glass upward before bringing it to his lips and taking a big gulp. You followed suit and then placed the glass on your side table.

“Tell me about how it went. Did he try to change your mind?”

You swallowed and nodded, “It was hard. I hated doing it but also it felt really good. He promised me he could change and asked me to give him another chance. But I just remembered what you told me, about how I deserve better and I kept that in mind and stood my ground.”

Harry kept his eyes on you as you spoke and every bit of your body and skin that Harry’s irises landed on heated up from his gaze. You wiggled in your seat under his examination.

“Stood your ground. Good girl.”

You could have passed out. He’d never called you that before. And the way it sounded coming from his mouth had your throat going dry.

“You do deserve better, you know. You’re too good to waste your time on a boy like Rudy.”

“Randy.” You corrected.

“What’s that?” Harry raised his brows at you.

“Uh… his name is Randy. You said Rudy.”

Harry nodded slowly and looked down at your lips with a smirk before settling his gaze back onto your eyes, “Right. Randy. Definitely would be a shame to get his name wrong.”

You nervously laughed and shook your head, “Oh it’s okay! You know… I don’t care actually. Not important.”

Harry watched you squirm nervously as he licked his lips. As if he was readying himself for a meal. You did look mouthwatering. You pretty much always did. And he could admit that he’d like a taste at the very least.

“And what are your plans for the rest of the day?”

Shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders you looked down at your lap. His intense gaze was making you blurry and dumb. It was like listening to him speak another language and you had to translate the words in your head before you could understand and then respond.

“I’m… uh… was just gonna maybe call Fae. Go out later since I’m off tomorrow.”

Harry nodded, “And where would you go out to?”

You cleared your throat and kept your eyes down so you could breathe, “Thinking about that bar just up the street. We haven’t been yet and it’s so nearby–“

“I need you to look at me when you’re speaking to me.”

You’d never whipped your head upward so fast in your life. That was another thing about Mr. Styles. If he told you to do something you never hesitated. “Sorry, sir.”

He kept an easy grin on his face as he leaned his back into your couch cushions, crossing his ankle over his knee, and then moving his arm along the back of the couch, “No need to be sorry. Just want to see your pretty eyes when you’re talking is all.”

You could feel the warmth from his thigh radiating against your bare leg. You looked down to see how close he was sitting to you before quickly planting your gaze back on his.

He saw your glance downward and looked himself to note the proximity, “Am I sat too close to you?” You shook your head quickly, “No. That’s fine. The couch is small anyway. Can’t really help it.” You smiled and tried to chill out but the way he was dragging his irises over your skin and along the material of your shirt that stretched softly over your breasts before bringing them back up to look into your eyes had you sweating. And you hated that you’d begun to grow a little wet in your panties.

“Can I ask you a personal question? You don’t have to answer but I’m curious about something.”

You tried to focus your eyes on his and not look away as you swallowed and nodded, “Yes. Sure.”

He brought his arm across his body and touched the side of your neck, gently brushing the pads of his fingers against your pulse point causing you to inhale sharply, “This. Is this from Randy?”

You blinked your eyes and put your fingers on the spot he was touching and remembered that Randy had given you a hickey. When you first noticed that gave you a hickey it was quite large. You’d been covering it with makeup but now that it had mostly faded you didn’t think anyone would notice it.

You nodded, “Yeah. From a while ago. It was really big but now it’s mostly gone.”

“Did it feel good when he gave it to you?”

You dropped your mouth open in surprise. You hadn’t expected him to ask that. But you also didn’t want to not answer the man.

You smiled and dropped your hand down into your lap while Harry’s fingers remained on your neck, softly brushing at your sensitive skin, “It did. I hate it now because it’s from him, but… at the time… yeah.”

Mr. Styles nodded and you felt his thumb press over the spot before lowering down to the top of your clavicle.

“Did he always make you feel good?”

You were barely holding it together. Between the way he was touching your neck, and how intense his eyes were on you it felt like you were having an out-of-body experience.

“What do you mean?”

“You two had sex, correct? Or at least fooled around a bit?”

You began to pant as Harry’s finger wrapped gently along the side of your neck, his thumb at the front softly stroking your flesh. “Yeah. Um… not always. No.”

“Okay. Did he make you come?”

Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment as you sucked air into your lungs and felt his thigh press against yours.

Shaking your head you opened your eyes back up to look at him, “No. Never.”

Harry cocked his head and furrowed his brows, “Never? You’ve never made yourself come either?”

“Oh! I mean… yeah. I just mean that I never came with Randy. He wasn’t… didn’t listen.”

Nodding his head his furrowed brow softened, “Sounds about right. Has anyone ever made you come? Or just yourself?”

You knew he could feel the way your blood was pumping through your pulse point. Your heart was going wild in your chest as you watched Harry’s eyes darken, “Just by myself.”

“S’what I thought.” Suddenly Harry’s hand left your neck as he stood up from the couch. He put his hand out to you to grab, “Let’s do an experiment. But we’ll need to move this into your bedroom if you don’t mind.”

Harry pulled you up from the couch and kept his big palm wrapped around yours as he walked you to your bedroom.

Harry pointed to your bed as he looked at you. “Climb up, love. Don’t be shy.”

You let out a small nervous laugh through your nose as you sat on your bed and let your legs dangle off the edge. You watched as he got onto his knees in front of you and began untying your tennis shoes, taking each one off before pulling your socks off your feet.

He looked up at you softly as he put his hands on your knees, “Let me show you what it’s supposed to feel like. So next time some asshole says he doesn’t know how to get you off you’ll remember this and you’ll know the loser’s just too lazy to work for your pleasure,” he slid his hands up your thighs as you began to nod quickly. His warm hands gliding over your skin and to the fray of your jean shorts was more erotic than anything Randy had ever done with you.

“Is that okay? You want me to show you?”

You continued nodding as your breaths deepened. You could already feel your nipples tightening under your thin bra and you were positive Harry could see it.

“Is that a yes? I’d like to hear you say it to me. I appreciate the nod but your voice is too pretty not to use.”

“Yes, sir. Please.”

Harry grinned, “And I get a please too? So sweet for me.”

Harry sat up so his hips were against the side of your bed as he plucked your button from its spot and then unzipped slowly, “We’re gonna get these clothes off of you. I need access to all your bits. Understand?”

“Um… yes. Of course.” You pulled at the bottom hem of your shirt to pull it off but Harry grasped your wrists and tsk’d at you.

“Ah ah ah… Let me show you what’s it like to be treated as well as you deserve. We’re not in any hurry. Are we?”

Shaking your head you whispered, “No. Sorry.”

Harry pulled your hands to his mouth and kissed the inside of each of your wrists, “Don’t be sorry.”

Mr. Styles began to gently tug your shorts down your legs, leaving you in your yellow Sponge Bob panties. That was embarrassing. You hadn’t expected anyone to be seeing your panties and you’d totally forgotten which pair you threw on that morning until Harry smirked and inspected the cotton fabric stretched over your hips, “Cute. I like these,” he rubbed his thumbs over the edge of the fabric at your hips slowly before taking your tank top and pulling it up over your head as he stood up.

You were adorable. Little yellow cartoon panties and a white stretchy bra with a tiny pink ribbon at the center. Mismatched but practical he supposed. Didn’t matter anyway. They would soon be off.

Harry put his big hands on your hips and pushed you deeper into the bed, crawling with you. You propped yourself up by your elbows as he smoothed his hands up your tummy and to the underside of your breasts before bringing one hand down to your left thigh and pushing it outward just a bit. He turned his gaze to the fabric of your wet crotch. The yellow material was darker where your arousal had seeped out.

He licked his lips again and grunted as he thumbed along the elastic that clung to your inner thigh and he sucked in a sharp breath, “So wet already? Honestly, I didn’t expect this, Y/n. S’a very nice surprise for me. Do you get wet easily?”

You shook your head. Your lips were already parted as you began to respond, “No. Usually takes a bit.”

Harry grinned as he thumbed the wet patch on your panties and quickly found the spot where your clit was, “I consider this the highest form of a compliment. Like a little gift just for me.”

You let out a shaky breath as you watched him smooth his thumb over your panties and press into your button before bringing his digit to his mouth and sucking it into his mouth.

He had a devious smirk on his face when he pulled his thumb out and spoke, “No shower today?”

You gasped and tried to close your thighs together but he pushed your legs apart, his fingers digging into the soft inner part of your thighs. You put an arm up over your eyes to shield yourself from embarrassment.

It was true. You hadn’t showered that day. Not yet. You planned on going out to celebrate being single with Fae later on and you’d shower before that, but you hadn’t had the time yet. It’d been a little over 24 hours since you had.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Y/n. Your little pussy’s so fragrant so I just had to ask. Hate when it doesn’t smell or taste like pussy. It’s just another nice little surprise for me is all.”

You felt him pull your panties down your legs and you moved your arm to watch. You were mortified. You knew you were “fragrant” down there. Which was why you’d planned on showering before going out. But now you had your wet pussy bare and smelly before Harry Styles who pointed this fact out to you.

“I was going to shower before going out tonight…” you moaned when he dragged his thumb through your crease.

“You’re not going out tonight. You and I have work to do here. Don’t we?”

Your eyes were burning and your vision was fuzzy, which you knew to be from lust. You were so turned on that all your senses were being affected by him.

Nodding your head you spoke softly, “Yeah. Okay.”

Harry sat up and leaned over your frame his face coming in close to yours, “I forgot my manners completely. Got so caught up with you. Made me feel so needy that I nearly forgot we haven’t even kissed yet.”

You were just a melty little puddle of breaths and pumping blood under him as his lips pressed into yours. He tried to start off slowly. You could tell he was going in gently but you were shaky and out of your mind. You licked over his lips and grasped onto his collar to pull him into you and deepen the kiss.

Harry sputtered a laugh but was cut off when you licked your tongue into his mouth.

From there, Harry’s mouth pushed against yours hard and his lips and tongue guided your mouth. His fingers found your wet folds as he continued kissing you.

You gasped into his mouth when he slid two fingers inside of you. He hadn’t bothered to take his rings off and you could feel the metal against your soft skin as he pumped his long digits and in and out slowly.

When the bed was suddenly directly under your back, you realized he’d pushed you down flat as he parted from the kiss. He looked over your frame under him and his hands were sweeping over your bra before he kneaded gently, slowly pushing one hand underneath your back to unhook the clasp of your bra. You arched your back so he could reach it and the moment the metal hook was undone the stretchy fabric was pulled from your tits and Harry’s mouth was on you, sucking and lapping at your nipples

And then you heard him moan when he latched on particularly hard to one of your nipples and he placed his fingers back inside your cunt.

You could come. Just like that. His long fingers stretched and poked deep while his mouth worked over your tits softly before pulling your nipple harshly.

Sticking your fingers into his hair and closing your eyes you moaned loudly and began to writhe against his hand harder when you felt your orgasm close in. It was a shock how quickly it began to unwind but you were at Harry’s mercy and he was doing everything right.

Harry pushed himself up and smiled down at you with slick pink lips as he pulled his fingers from your cunt, “So sensitive too. How is it that you’ve never come with anyone, hmm? When you’re this reactive to me?” He circled his thumb over your clit teasingly and you bucked up into his hand and groaned just as he pulled it away.

Mr. Styles dipped in to kiss your lips again before moving down your body and hovering his face over your pussy as he looked up at you, “Do you want to come?”

You were already on edge, just about to tip into a new realm as you nodded hastily, “Yes, sir. I do.”

The smirk on his face was suddenly hidden as he lowered his lips to your clit and licked. The obnoxiously loud moan that fell from your lips had him laughing into your cunt as he lapped you up and reinserted his fingers.

His free hand held your opposite thigh down and the pressure that built up again was causing you to shake uncontrollably. You stuck your hands into his hair again and gasped at the way his lips worked your wet pussy, the way his fingers dug into you deeply and nudged into that yummy spot that you only ever got to enjoy with your vibrator.

“Ooh! My god! Mr. Styles! Mr. Styles…” You were powerless under him. The way he was sucking your clit into his mouth felt exquisite but at the same time, it was like your blood and guts were boiling hot and filling your limbs, searing your skin.

Harry hadn’t heard a woman squeal in a long time. He used to enjoy things like this with his wife but it had been a minute since she wanted to really play with him in the way he liked. All his skill and sex appeal were wasted all these years. But now he was getting to finally unleash his prowess on you. Such a delicate and sexy little thing. You deserved it. He imagined it more times than he should, doing the very thing he was at that moment, making you wobble and wet his face and shriek as you came.

He watched your soft tits shake and goosebumps cover your skin as he held you down and gently licked you as you came down from your release. It was incredible. So pretty to see you spread out and vulnerable for him.

When you finally opened your eyes Harry’s face was still between your legs. His cheek against your inner thigh as he looked up at you, “Better?”

You breathed out a laugh and nodded as you pushed yourself up to your elbows, “Yeah. Better.”

Harry sat back to his shins and you noticed right away the massive bulge pushing at the front of his pants. You reached your hand toward him and looked at the lump he was sporting, “Can I? Do you want…”

The grin on Harry’s face told you he knew what you were asking but he wasn’t going to let you off so easily. He wanted you to say what you wanted, “Can you… what?”

“You’re hard.”

“Tends to happen when I’m eating pussy,” he licked his lips with his eyes on you.

“Do you want me to… like… give you a blow job?”

“Hmm…” Harry squinted his eyes as he began to undo his pants slowly, “Maybe. Would you be against letting me fuck you?”

Your heart rate increased once again. Sex? With this man? You were nodding quickly before the words left your mouth, “Yeah. I mean… I’m not against it. I’d like that. I… I don’t have any condoms here–“

Harry pulled at your wrist and shushed you, “It’s okay. If you don’t want to that’s fine. But I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone but Fae’s mom in a very long time.”

“Oh.” The reminder that Harry was married to your best friend’s mom made you step outside of the moment as you looked down toward where he’d opened his pants. His grey boxer briefs peeked out from under, his clear erection curving beneath the fabric. He looked so yummy and you’d love to feel him. But this was wrong, wasn’t it?

Harry noticed your hesitation and he pulled his pants up as he started to tug at his zipper but you were quickly reaching for his hand and looking up at him with those sweet eyes he couldn’t stop thinking about, “No! Please. I want you. I’m on birth control. So… And I always used a condom before so I’m good.”

Harry raised his brows at you in question, “Positive? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better are you? You want me to fuck you?”

“So much. Yes. Please.”

His lips smashed against yours when he pulled you into his chest. You could feel his heart pounding under his shirt. He was excited too.

When he’d gotten you laid back and spread out he pulled his pants and briefs off and removed his shirt. You were sure his nice clothes were going to wind up wrinkled with the way he tossed them into the floor but he didn’t seem to care.

And you’d seen his body before at the beach when you went swimming, and in his house when he walked around after working out and didn’t bother putting on a shirt… But you’d never seen his cock. And certainly not hard and leaking like it was.

His heavy shaft swayed as he positioned himself back in between your legs and he pushed the tops of his thighs to the back of yours. You couldn’t help it when you reached down to stroke him. He was thick and warm and the smooth, ridged skin felt delicious under your palm.

“Feels so good having your little hand on me like that, Y/n. Don’t think you know how many times I’ve imagined this very moment.”

You were still slick from everything before but you felt yourself clench and drip just imagining how good it would feel to have him stuffed inside of you. He was long too. So you knew it would reach into your cervix and make you ache in the way your vibrator did.

“I’ve imagined it too. I’ve wanted this for a long time, Mr. Styles.”

Harry keened and sucked at his teeth as he rocked his hips softly and began to slide the underside of his shaft through your folds. You kept your palm over the top of him as he moved up and down, slowly wetting himself with you. He kept his eyes on yours as he nudged his tip into your clit and then to your entrance, “You ready? You really want this?”

“Yes! Please!” Your chest was heaving in anticipation as you moved your hand from his shaft and held onto his forearms.

It was slow at first. He entered your tight muscle with a small snap and pulled back before pushing in deeper. You could see his muscles straining, his dark tattoos against his tan skin, his hair falling over his forehead, pink lips parted, nostrils flaring. He was enjoying your body. It felt good for him and you could see that.

“Holy fuck…” he grunted as he continued to bury himself deeper inside. He was already shaking like a teenage virgin. Your tight pussy wrapped around him, coated him, opened up for him slowly…

You choked out a garbled moan when he finally bottomed out. It was deep and you were right. Your cervix felt his tip kissing it with each thrust.

He began to roll his hips a little faster as he sat up and pulled your legs over his thighs, lifting your bottom off the mattress so he could fuck into you deeper yet and rub your clit to make you tip over the edge before he did. He knew he was going to come unbelievably fast. You were too pretty and felt too fucking good.

Harry’s hands stayed at your hips to keep you in place over his thighs as he plunged into your wet cunt over and over again.

“Hear that, Y/n? Hear how we sound together?”

You moaned a yes and gasped at how full he felt inside of you. It was noisy. You were absolutely soaked and the syrupy sound of his wide cock dipping into your drippy pussy, parting your walls was dirty. Soppy.

“How’s it feel, Y/n? Tell me what you need.” Harry’s words came out in panted breaths as rolled into you and released one of your hips to manipulate your clit with his fingers causing you to coo loudly.

“Oh! Mr. Styles! It’s so good. So deep, Fuck!”

Your bed creaked under you as he began to work into you even more and push into you deeper. You seemed to enjoy the way his dick poked into your cervix so he’d give you more of that.

“Yeah? I’m so deep in your tummy? Gonna give me your come? Let me feel you fall apart on my cock like this? Hmm?”

The view of his thick shaft, shiny and creamy with you as he plunged into your entrance, your lips gripping him tight as he pulled back and pushed in, was going to be something he’d be fucking his fist to for a long time to come.

“Yes! Please!” Your tits were swaying as he swiveled his cock into you painfully deep, hips pasted to yours, only pushing in deeper and deeper, balls tucked into your bum, slick with the way your arousal had melted down over him as he fucked into you.

Harry gasped and clenched his teeth at the way you squeezed around him tightly.

When he finally pulled back to his tip you both caught your breaths. He was so close to coming and you were on the edge already. Just as he intended.

He gently thumbed at your clit and watched your face contort, small puffs of breath and whiney gasps falling from your lungs.

“Y/n. Can you look at me, sweet girl?”

You peeled your eyes opened and set your pupils onto his. You were already looking absolutely fucked out, in a total daze, and that made him smile.

“Where do you want me to come? Want to know beforehand so I’m not doing anything you’re not okay with. Because I’m gonna come very soon.”

You swallowed and blinked your bleary eyes. Harry’s chest was rising and falling heavily and his skin was flushed.

“Want your come inside of me. Is that okay?”

Harry breathed out a laugh of disbelief and nodded, “More than okay. S’perfect in fact. You’re gonna milk my cock good, aren’t you? Want me to fill your tummy with up nice and full?” Harry dipped in a few inches before backing out to the tip again and you whimpered.

“Yes. I want to be full with you.”

Harry closed his eyes and called on all his strength to not come that very second. Your soft rounded eyes looking at him in that way that told him you needed him while his cock was inside of you was nearly too much. He was obsessed. There was no way he wouldn’t want to do this with you again.

But the moment he had composed himself and gotten his second wind he looked back down at your pretty body lying under him and he began to move into you again, getting deeper and deeper until his pace had you being pushed upward at each thrust. Your tits bounced and your bed creaked. Harry's hips rocking into yours was harsh, his skin smacking into yours, wet slushy sounds.

His thumb circled over you tightly again and you moaned as you grasped his thighs bent under yours.

Your eyes began to flutter as your body lost all control of its motions. Your mouth dropped open and your face twisted up. Harry watched you contort your mouth and the little noises you were making egged him on to pound into you harder as his thumb worked your clit back and forth.

Everything was wet. Harry’s whole lap was drenched in you. You’d dripped down your thighs and over his balls on the tops of his thighs. It was the exact kind of sex he’d been missing for so long. Messy and smelly and hot.

You suddenly gasped and then went quiet as your orgasm began to take over. You clenched and pulsed over Harry with your mouth wide, your entire body trembling.

“Ooh fuck me… Fuck, Y/n… Oh shit…” It was too good. Too decadent. The way your cunt clamped down and spasmed around his heavy cock sent him over the edge.

And just like he said, your pussy milked him for everything he was worth. He pushed into you deeply, groaning your name between curses as his balls tightened and emptied into his long shaft and pushed out the tip, spurts of his warm come flooding your insides as he stilled his hips against yours snugly.

You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you as he moaned your name. You forced your eyes open to look at him. To watch as he orgasmed inside of you, his come claiming your body and ruining you for anyone else. His head was thrown back and he held your hips possessively as he emptied everything he had into you.

Your brain was fuzzy and your ears rang as he lowered himself down over you and brought his mouth against yours softly.

He was still pulsing the slightest as your mouths moved together lazily. You put your hands into his hair and sighed into the kiss. You hadn’t felt so content in a long time. Maybe ever. He truly did know how to do it right. He said he was going to show you what it was supposed to feel like and he did. Now settling for anything less just didn’t make sense.

When he pushed himself up to look down at you he had a haphazard smile on his face, “How was that?” He knew the answer.

You laughed and grinned, “The best. Better than my vibrator even.”

Harry breathed out a laugh and shook his head, “You gonna let me do that again sometime?”

“Thought you said you and I had work to do and that I can’t go out tonight?”

He furrowed his brow, “Yeah?”

“So, I kind of thought… we’d do that again. Like later. Since it sounded like you were gonna keep me busy all night. Or did you not mean that?”

Harry laughed and you got to see his gorgeous dimples before he pushed his nose against yours, “You want it again tonight? I wasn’t sure you’d be up for it. But we can certainly make a night of it. I do have to leave at like nine so no one wonders where I am.”

You turned your head to look at the clock and then back to Harry, your smile giddy and wide, “Good. I’ve got you for five more hours then.”

“Mmhmm…” he hummed against your mouth and kissed you before looking back down at you again. “But I meant beyond tonight too. I think we could have some fun together.”

You bit your lip. You couldn’t believe the kind of day you’d had. It started with dread when you woke up thinking about how you were going to break up with Randy. And now here you were with Mr. Styles’ cock stuffed inside your pussy, his come starting to leak out onto your comforter slowly as he asked to extend this little affair. How could you say no?

“Yeah. That sounds really good. I think we could have a lot of fun together too.”

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rodolfoparras · 2 months

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Capture The Moment

Pairing: Izaack Gauss x Male Reader

Cw: 18+, cheating, blowjobs, sub!Izaack, dom!male reader

Wc: 2k+

A/N: I’m fully aware that Izaack doesn’t have a wife but for the sake of the plot, he now does

Synopsis: In which Izaack’s wife asks you to keep an eye on her husband since he keeps coming home late, and you’re more than happy to help

Thinking about Izaack Gauss who always seems to come home a bit late and every time he does he looks very much disheveled hair mussed and three piece practically undone and of course his wife is bound to get suspicious so she kindly asks you to keep an eye on her husband, see if you notice anything suspicious and then report it to her and who are you to deny her?

The sound of heels clicking turns your attention to the glass window in front of you and there he stands, Izaack Gauss, dressed in the simple but chic three piece he left in this morning looking a bit tired from the day but besides that nothing about his appearance raises any alarms in your head.

“Sir,” he greets with a tired smile on his face as he searches his pockets for what you assume can only be documents. “Seems that I must’ve forgotten my documents today” he continues, but despite his words there’s not a trace of remorse in his tone “Is there any other way we can resolve this?”

A laugh escapes your lips, the sound echoing loudly in the otherwise silent lobby before you go to undo the lock to the cubicle you call office. “Come on in,”

The sheepish look on his face turns into something else, smile steadily growing til his sharp molars are on full display, tired eyes becoming more alert and swirling with something akin desire as he step inside your small office space.

Well inside you see that he’s undone the first couple of buttons of his dress shirt, thick dark hairs prominently standing out alongside the pristine white fabric. He’s even gone out his way to roll the sleeves up to his elbows, showing more skin than usual. And as your eyes continue to trail lower down his body, you see the sharp silhouette of his waist, tucked into fitted gray slacks that leave almost nothing to the imagination.

Izaack was one attractive man. You had thought so ever since the very first time you saw him standing in front of the little glass window, with a sheepish smile on his face as he dug around in his pockets for documents.

And when he spoke: his voice was deep and smooth, a couple octaves lower than what you expected it to be and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would take for it to go higher.

That was of course until you saw the wedding band on his hand and his wife standing next to him.

In that very moment you had realized Izaack was a taken man. Izaack, however couldn’t care less about that.

And as if he didn’t just stand tall in front of you, said man falls to the ground. The sound of his leather shoes dragging across the floor sounds all too loud in the otherwise silent office room but you revel in the sound, leaning back into your seat as you watch the big bulk of a man crawl up towards you.

He sits like a dog at your feet, cheek nuzzling up against your clothed dick, spit soiling your slacks while bleary eyes gaze up at you.

You almost want to drag this out a bit, want to watch him pathetically suckle at your slacks, want to watch those blue eyes turn glassy from tears, face burning red as he begs and pleads for you to let him suck your dick.

Unfortunately the limited amount of time won’t allow you to do that - an unknowing tenant may drop in any second now so with a nod of your head, you watch as his ring clad hand eagerly undoes the zipper of your pants, and you swiftly lift your hips, allowing him to pull down your pants along with your briefs.

You watch his dark eyes grow wide as your cock spills out, pink tongue peaking out and wetting his lips in anticipation

“This is what you wanted hm?” you ask, one hand sinking into his dark mane of curls while the other hand grabs ahold of your now fully hard cock, nuzzling it up against his face much like he’d done earlier.

Izaack eagerly nods his head, nuzzles his face closer and you watch with intrigue as pre smears all over his cheek and chin.

“What would your wife think if she saw you like this, hm? You say and yank at his hair watching for a brief moment as he snaps out of his trance, eyes glancing down at his wedding band before falling back onto you again.

“Jesus Christ,” you, laugh in disbelief “you wouldn’t even care would you” You say as you nudge your cockhead against his lips, and you quickly get your answer as you watch the way he eagerly wraps them around the tip.

Izaack had always been skilled with his mouth , you had known so since the very first time you saw him standing in front of a camera. He was quick with his tongue when interviewing someone, flashing his sharp molars when someone tried to intimidate him and sometimes even swallowing down his pride to get the information he needs and wants.

And it’s no different when he’s down on his knees, sharp tongue dragging across your tip, trailing kisses along the length of your dick before his tongue is once again lapping at your cockhead like he can’t bear to lose the taste of you.

“Mmm fuck- just ah- just like that,” you hiss while running a shaky hand through his hair as if it’s the only thing keeping you from losing your sanity.

Although there’s no smile on his face , you can see the amusement in his eyes as he gauges your reactions to his touch; irises glittering as he suckles on your cockhead, sharp molars purposely grazing the sensitive flesh.

“Holy fu-“ you yelp out and for a second you feel like the air has been punched out of your lungs, as you harshly buck up into his mouth.

The other man doesn’t seem to mind your rough touch matter of fact he seems rather pleased, contented hums escaping his lips, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure straight to your dick. “Izaack fuck!”

Izaack continues like that for a moment, switching between teasing licks and suckling on your tip til your cock is practically throbbing with need.

“‘Enough teasing,” you groan out, this time yanking at his hair in warning and that’s all it takes for him to comply to your request, wet hot mouth sinking down onto your dick, taking you inch by inch til his is nose brushing over the coarse hair at the base of you. “Mph! God!”

It doesn’t take much before he sets a steady pace, and you lose yourself in the pretty sight he makes with his spit slicked lips stretched taut around your cock, fat tears trickling down his flushed cheeks whenever you graze too far back in his throat all while squirming around in place trying to subtly relieve his own hard and weeping dick.

The sound of the phone ringing pulls you out of your daze, and you quickly remember where you are and what you’re supposed to be doing as you blindly grab ahold of the phone and put it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hello! This is Mrs Gauss. I apologize for calling this late but I was wondering if you have seen my husband? He was supposed to be home an hour ago but he has yet to show up,” the sound of his wife’s voice trickles through the phone.

“Mrs Gauss! Hello! Uh-“ you stutter out, momentarily feeling yourself going tense under his touch, like a bucket of ice had been dumped on you. Izaack however seems as unphased as ever as he continues to work his mouth on you.

“I really am so sorry for bothering you but I have a hard time going to bed without my husband, and to be honest I’m worried about him. So have you seen him?”

Oh, you sure had seen the man, down on his knees with your cock in his mouth while batting his long lashes at you.

“Yes Izaack- Mr Gauss!” you correct yourself but it comes out as a yelp as the man in question starts fondling your ballsack.

Suddenly, the phone falls out of your hands, hips jerking up as grunts and groans escape your mouth.

“Just like that. Ah fuck!” You moan out, head lolling back as you buck up into his touch.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Once again the sound of Mrs Gauss’ voice brings you out of your daze, this time it echoes from where the phone cord hangs from your fingertips.

You somehow muster up enough strength to fish up the phone to you, hand shaky, voice breathy as you finally reply to the rather confused woman.“Yes! I’m sorry Mrs Gauss. There seems to be something wrong with the phone line-“ and just like on queue another moan tries to slip out of you but luckily you manage to catch yourself in time, teeth sinking into your bottom lip biting down so hard til you’re sure you taste blood all while watching your cock obscenely slide in and out of Izaack’s mouth.

“‘Mm should- should definitely get it checked I agree,” you say, echoing her suggestion back to her, before you lose your last bit of focus as Izaack starts sucking more intensely before he suddenly stops and pulls away.

The panic in your face must’ve been obvious because you see the way his lips curl up before his mouth goes slack, body willfully relaxing as he gazes up at you in expectation.

Jesus Christ.

You don’t even think twice before you start fucking into his mouth, losing yourself in the pleasurable feeling of the wet hot walls of his throat squeezing down onto your cock. The fact that Mrs Gauss is on the other line has long escaped your mind.

“…..it seems to have cut off again” Mrs Gauss says and lightly chuckles, sounding ever so oblivious to what’s going on, on the other end ” would you mind repeating what you said?”

This time it’s Izaack prompting you to answer the phone, a firm squeeze to your thigh brings your attention back to the present moment before you manage to utter some sort of response to her “My apologies, Mrs Ah Mrs Gauss. What I was trying to say is that Mr Gauss just entered the lobby,”

“Oh, alright, thank you,” she says and and sighs out of relief, smile ever so prominent when she speaks but you can’t help but think how the relief in her voice is a stark contrast to the intense onslaught of pleasure in your gut as Izaack continues to work himself up and down your cock “Well would you mind sending him up to me? I’ve been….”

But the sound of her voice fades away as you inch closer to the edge, the coil in your stomach tightening until it finally snaps.

“Ah- Ah Fuck!” You cry out, phone dropping out of your hand and landing with a thud on the floor, as hot ropes of cum spill onto Izaack’s tongue.

“Hello?! Hello?!.. It must’ve cut off again, they really should check the phone lines today. ” You hear her say to herself, voice echoing through the line but you’re unable to focus on anything other than the obscene sight that is you continuously sliding in and out of Izaack’s mouth with Izaack milking your orgams for all it’s worth til there’s nothing but pathetic spurts of cum landing on his tongue.

Eventually you grow too sensitive, body wincing under his touch and you use a shaky hand to push him away from you. “Sto-stop,”

The man reluctantly agrees, and pulls away from you, the last bit connecting you to him being a string of spit before it breaks and disappears.

Through blurry eyes you see Izaack, getting up from his knees, swiftly pulling out a handkerchief he must’ve been carrying with him and wiping his lips. He doesn’t waste another second picking up the phone that had fallen to the floor, before nudging it towards. “Hello?! Are you there?!”

One shaky breath is all it takes before you muster up the strength to answer her: voice breathy and strained, eyes barely able to focus on what’s happening in front of you as you utter the words “‘M sorry, Mrs Gauss I had to deal with something urgent but I’m sending him up now,”

#that’s not my neighbor #this is a queue ! have a lovely day/ night!#that’s not my neighbor milkman #that’s not my neighbor izaack gauss #that’s not my neighbor milkman x reader #that’s not my neighbor izaack gauss x reader #that’s not my neighbor milkman x male reader #that’s not my neighbor izaack gauss x male reader #izaack gauss #Francis mosses #izaack gauss x reader #Francis mosses x reader #izaack gauss x male reader #Francis mosses x male reader #dom male reader #sub male character #x male reader #male reader #x reader

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sukunasweetheart · 4 months

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Imagine you and sukuna having a son, but some time throughout in kindergarten he gets really invested into hello kitty. So you go out with your son to buy some hello kitty shirts that he can wear to kindergarten! He’s overly thrilled and excited and starts to get into the pink bows too, wanting a hello kitty bag as well 😭 you of course can’t deny your sweet baby.

The next day you come to pick up your son from kindergarten, he runs up to you excited to see his mom. As you hug your son back, you fail to notice two other parents coming up from behind your son with their kid walking hand in hand. You’re a bit surprised when you hear them laughing, saying “so this is s/n’s mom,” you pull away from your son standing up to face them properly, this comment alone making you pull your son close to your legs, a scowl forming in your face when you hear the mother of the couple say, “I don’t know about you, but I find it a bit..let’s say risky to let your son walk out like that. I mean hello kitty-?” The woman was close to finishing her sentence but got interrupted by her own laughter of arrogance. Her partner and her child slowly joining in as your son can’t help but lower his head in shame.

Just as you’re about to say something, you feel a reassuring hand you know all too well rest in between the space of your neck and shoulders, pulling you into the very comfort of your husbands chest. “Are you this insecure to laugh at a 6 year old about a shirt he fuckin’ likes?”

He talks back from behind you, the couple’s smile fading away at a pace so quick it had you pressing your lips together holding back a chuckle from coming out. The parents on the other side take in his rough, buff appearance, his white buttoned up shirt tucked in lazily into his black slacks, the fabric pressing onto his toned thighs. His sleeves rolled up revealing his veiny forearms and the hard to miss tattoos. His outfit clearly missing of a fitting jacket and a tie that he’s gotten rid of not too long ago, seemingly just coming back from work. Their gaze shift back to his face, a tired yet hard glare drilling right into their very skulls, the man on the other side visually intimidated, swallowing out of nervousness as he took in Sukuna’s slicked back, peach colored hair, a few strands falling onto his forehead, the result of his hands always messing with it after a long day at the office.

Instead of a snarky comment, the couple retreats back, knowing better than to start a fight with Sukuna and his family as the husband pulls his kid and his wife away from the lingering glare that towers above you.

Your son shoots his head back up screaming in excitement when he sees his father, asking to be picked up. Walking back to the car, you could only do so much but smile when you overheard Sukuna giving his son a mild scolding for not standing up for himself. You however had to interject when Sukuna started his ramble about how his son needs to beat up the kids that pick on him for liking hello kitty-

The next day it’s only Sukuna picking up his son, standing with his arms crossed in front of the entrance with some of the other parents, who couldn’t help but steal a judgmental peek at the man. But it wasn’t the tattoos nor his in general rough and intimidating looks that threw them off.

It was when they saw a little copy of Sukuna, undeniably his son running out of the door, his cute pink hello kitty shirt resembling that of his father’s that they started to get the message.

The husband from the other day going the extra route to avoid stumbling into the buff tattooed man wearing a pink hello kitty shirt

(feel free to add some things to it 🤭 I’m just a sucker for sukuna x hello kitty it’s no surprise that his son starts to get into it too 😭)

RRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH this is what im talkin abt, this is what i loveee :( omg this was soo so so so cute thank you anon.... its like a wake up call for me to write about dadkuna as well too, hes been on my mind lately....

youd think snobby parents that cant mind their own businesses are a rare case but actually there r so many annoying people in this world!! im so glad sukuna shoved them off KYYAAA

and this outfit?????????/ dont even get me started-

i love our son but my favourite ever is girldad sukuna, i imagine them putting lovely hairpins into his nice pink hair, and squealing about how good it looks- i'll continue this in another post ;)

#thank you anon for this it was a joy to read #SUKUNA X HELLO KITTY IS EVEYRHTINGNGNGNGNGNGGGNGNDSJNVSDNF #AAAAAAAAARRRRGHHHHH MY LOVELY HUSBAND #sukuna x reader #soft sukuna #sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk x reader #poe answers

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lostfracturess · 4 months

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symptoms and causes | ch. 03

ღ pairing professor gojo x med student reader

ღ summary he's arrogant, self-centered, and he's your professor. renowned for his brilliance in neurosurgery and infamous for his allure. too bad you have to work with him on this research team. now you're stuck with dr. satoru gojo, delving into the complexities of both the brain and the heart—and of how far you'd go for a love that could destroy not only him but you as well.

ღ wc 6.9 k

ღ warnings [18+] this story contains substance abuse/addiction, (rough) smut, mature themes, self-destructive behavior, (heavy) angst, mentions of death / illness / blood / abuse, graphic medical procedures. reader discretion is advised.

ღ author's note hope you like slightly longer chapters, i didn't know when to stop with this one really. anyway, thank you for reading and feel free to leave your thought, i love to read them! & pls like or repost if you enjoyed, it means the world ♡ (fanart in the header)

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"So, anyone else feeling like their brain is about to explode?" you half-joked.

Yuta looked up from his notes and nodded. "Definitely. I keep getting the side effects of beta-blockers and ACE inhibitors mixed up."

The university cafeteria buzzed with the nervous energy of students prepping for exams. You joined Toge, Yuta, and Maki at a corner table, each of you clutching a much-needed coffee. The air was thick with the scent of caffeine and the sound of pages flipping.

"Statins?" Toge muttered as he rubbed his temple.

"They're primarily for lowering cholesterol levels," Maki answered quickly.

Yuta let out a frustrated sigh. "Right, right. And anticoagulants? I still can't wrap my head around those."

You leaned forward. "Anticoagulants inhibit clotting factors in the blood. They're essential in preventing thrombosis and strokes."

Yuta gave a resigned look. "You two sound like walking textbooks. I'm sure I'll fail."

"No, Yuta, you've got this," you reassured him, though he seemed to be brainstorming backup career options already.

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the cafeteria shifted as Gojo and Geto entered. Gojo's eyes quickly scanned the room and landed on your group. His gaze met yours for a brief moment.

Your stomach fluttered. Was it the intensity of his gaze or the fleeting memory of the dozens of painkillers in his car?

Perhaps both.

Geto also turned around. He broke into a warm smile as he saw you.

Hm, at least he was not angry with you anymore.

"Looks like the big guns are here," Yuta joked under his breath, nodding toward Gojo and Geto. "Do you think they ever get exam jitters?"

"Doubt it," Toge said.

Maki rolled her eyes. "Focus, guys. We need to ace this exam."

Your group returned to your notes. Gojo and Geto picked up their coffee and found a seat not too far from yours, granting you an unobstructed view of Gojo. You tried to concentrate, but part of you remained acutely aware of his presence.

Every so often, you stole glances at him, watching how he discussed something with Geto. His muscles flexed subtly with each animated gesture he made. There was an undeniable air of confidence that radiated from him, making him stand out effortlessly in the crowd.

He was dressed in his usual white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the intriguing play of veins along his well-defined forearms. The dark blue slacks he wore were tailored to perfection.

His disheveled white hair was slightly tousled, as if he had run his fingers through it. You could see his jaw flexing as he articulated his points, each movement emphasizing the sharp lines of his face.

The sight was distracting, to say the least.

As you watched them, you couldn't help but think back to what Gojo had said to you in his car-how he had the audacity to accuse you of wanting to have a threesome with them. Heat rose to your cheeks.

"Hey, are you even listening?" Maki's voice pulled you back to reality.

You blinked. "Sorry, just got distracted for a moment."

Yet Gojo's presence lingered in your periphery. You stole another glance at Gojo, only to find him already looking at you. His lips curved into a faint smile.

Suddenly, you noticed that Geto's eyes were on you as well. The moment his gaze met yours, you felt caught like a deer in headlights. You quickly looked away. Geto said something to Gojo. Gojo merely shrugged, his expression unreadable, but the faintest smile played on his lips.

The rest of the time in the cafeteria passed in a blur.

While you and your friends were engrossed in a last-minute review, Gojo and Geto began gathering their things to leave. They stood up and chatted casually as they strolled towards the exit, which happened to be in your direction.

Yuta checked his watch. "Time to head out for the exam." You all started to pack up. As you rose from the table, a sudden presence brushed against your back, making you turn.

"Oh, sorry about that," Gojo said. But there was a twinkle in his eye that suggested the touch wasn't entirely accidental. Before you could react, he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Good luck with the exam. Though, something tells me you won't need it."

Gojo straightened. His gaze held you captive. You watched as he and Geto made their way out, with Geto swatting Gojo on the back of his head as they left.

"You're so fucked," Maki commented dryly, catching you watching them.

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A week had passed since the exam.

Life at the university had returned to its usual rhythm. You were in class with Toge, Maki and Yuta, the lecturer's voice a steady drone in the background as you all scribbled notes. Midway through the lecture, your phone that lay on your desk lit up with a message.

[3:32 PM] Gojo: Meet me in the lab after class.

[3:32 PM] Gojo: Btw, you passed your exam. Congrats. Got a little gift for you too.

You stared at the message, puzzled. It was unusual for professors to have exam results ready just a week after. How did Gojo know?

[3:33 PM] You: What gift?

[3:33 PM] Gojo: It's a surprise. Why spoil it now? Come and see.

[3:33 PM] You: What about my friends Okkotsu, Zenin and Inumaki? Did they pass too?

[3:34 PM] Gojo: Can't say. I may have obtained your exam result in an unethical way.

[3:34 PM] You: Oh, too bad. Guess I must skip the lab today then.

[3:34 PM] Gojo: Are you fucking with me?

You didn't reply to that.

After all, he wasn't the only one capable of playing games. You set your phone down, a slight smile on your lips as you turned your attention back to the lecture.

[3:52 PM] Gojo: They also passed.

[3:52 PM] You: Great. See you in the lab.

You turned to your friends. "We all passed the exam," you announced in a hushed tone.

Maki's eyes widened. "Seriously? How do you know that already?"

"Unethical ways."

Yuta let out a deep sigh. "Shit, that's some great news," he murmured, his usual worry lines smoothing out.

Toge nodded with a satisfied sound.

Suddenly the professor, who had been lecturing about biochemistry, paused and glanced sternly in your direction. "If we could have less chatter and more focus, please."

Your group quickly composed themselves and turned their attention back to the lecture. Yuta shot you a last smile.

As the lecture came to a close, you and your friends gathered your belongings and made your way out of the auditorium. The hallway outside was bustling with students discussing the lecture and making plans for the rest of the day.

"I can't tell you how relieved I am. I was sure I botched the beta-blocker section," Yuta said as you walked.

You suddenly spotted Gojo casually leaning against a wall across from you, his arms crossed over his chest. His piercing gaze instantly locked onto you as you exited the auditorium. He tapped his fingers on his folded arms.

As your group began to drift towards the exit, you halted in your tracks. "You guys go ahead. I've got something to take care of after class."

"Alright, catch you tomorrow then," Yuta replied, clapping you on the shoulder.

You lingered in the hallway, waiting for the last students to leave. The corridor quieted, leaving you and Gojo alone. His intense gaze never wavered. He pushed himself away from the wall and strolled over to you.

"You've got quite the nerve, first-year," Gojo remarked.

You met his gaze squarely. "I could say the same about you, professor. Perhaps we should be more careful about being seen together outside the lab."

Gojo flashed a mischievous smile. "Concerned about starting rumors?"

"It's your reputation on the line, not mine."

"Ouch," he said, putting a hand over his heart in mock offense. "And here I am, offering to escort you. That's quite gentlemanly, don't you think? Even after you managed to rile me up."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm perfectly capable of walking myself."

He leaned closer. "I know, perhaps I just want to spend more time with you." He started to walk towards the lab. "Come, I have something to show you. Something tells me you'll love it."

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Once inside the lab, Gojo led you to a table where a mysterious box lay hidden under a cloth. With a dramatic gesture, he pulled away the cover, revealing what he had teased as a 'gift'.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sight. "A brain?" you said, then turned to Gojo. "You have quite a unique way of pleasing a woman."

Gojo's smile broadened. "It's a human brain, specifically for us to practice on. I figured some hands-on training might be beneficial for the surgery, so I got us a few. It's a first for me too, so I thought, why not be thorough?"

You stepped closer to the table and peered at the brain encased in its protective glass. You grabbed the preserved organ and held it up, mesmerized by the sight.

Gojo watched your reaction. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"It is." You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away. "Where did you get them?"

"Let's just say I had to pull some strings. Rest assured, they're from deceased donors, ethically sourced, of course."

"I know you've been worried about making another mistake in surgery," he said, his voice softening. "So, I figured the best way to prepare us is with hands-on practice."

You turned to face him.

"We'll use these brains to meticulously go through each step of the procedure," he continued. "It's the closest we can get to the real experience. Practicing on actual human tissue like this will provide a depth of understanding that no model can match. By the end, you'll be thoroughly prepared for the surgery."

You placed the brain back on the table. "You did this for me?"

"I would do anything for you." Gojo closed the distance between you. He stood unusually close, his presence almost enveloping you. He leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on the table on either side of you, holding you captive between his arms.

Your back hit the edge of the table. You leaned back, trying to regain some distance. "What are you doing?"

He held your gaze, a hint of playfulness returning to his voice. "But just so you know, I have my ways of pleasing a woman. And not just by gifting her a human brain."

You leaned back even more. "Is that so?"

However, the distance was quickly closed by Gojo as he leaned in even closer. His breath warm and close, his lips almost grazing yours. "Absolutely," he murmured. "I'd be more than willing to demonstrate, if you're interested."

You raised an eyebrow, your heart racing. "Forward as always, Gojo."

Suddenly, in one swift motion, he reached out. His hands grasped the back of your thighs. Before you could react, you found yourself falling back onto the table. Your breath hitched. Gojo leaned over you, his blue eyes intense and piercing.

"You have no idea," he murmured, his voice deep and resonant. "If you weren't my student, I'd have already shown you just how forward I can be." His words were laced with an implication that sent a thrill through you. "'Be sure, I am a patient man, but even I have my limits."

His hand traced a path along the back of your thigh, the other firmly planted on the table above your head. Trapped in his gaze, you were acutely aware of every point of contact, the heat emanating from his body, and the undeniable pull you felt towards him.

"Maybe you should consider not seducing your student, then," you countered, your voice faltering slightly, betraying the effect he had on you. Your body seemed to act on its own accord, your legs instinctively drawing closer to him, as he stood between your parted legs.

"You could tell me to stop at any moment, yet you haven't," he said. "Interesting, isn't it? It's almost as if you're as curious as I am about where this might lead."

His face drew nearer, the space between you shrinking with each passing moment. Your breaths mingled. Your hand wandered to his arm, grabbing onto him, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt.

Your body craved his touch, despite the rational part of your mind screaming caution. But in that moment, it was impossible to resist the magnetic pull that drew you closer to him. You found yourself inching closer, your heart pounding in your chest.

His gaze held you captive, and you felt as though he had the power to steal your very breath with a simple look.

Oh god.

If anyone were to walk into the lab now, there would be no plausible explanation for this compromising position.

His breath was warm on your skin, tantalizingly close to your collarbone. "But don't worry, first-year. I do love a good challenge. Especially one as intriguing as you."

His body pressed against your open legs. In this position you could clearly feel the stretch in his pants. Your core melted. "There's just something about the way you resist, yet-not quite."

His hand ventured to the inside of your thigh. His fingers traced a path along your skin, edging daringly close. You arched into his touch. His lips caressed your collarbone, his touch light as a feather. The anticipation was nearly unbearable, a delicious torture that held you in its grip.

"Even though your body betrays you every single time," he said before tightening his grip on your thigh. He pressed closer to you, the unmistakable hardness of his erection grinding against you.

A moan escaped your lips and you could feel him smile against your skin. He lifts his head just enough to peer into your eyes. "Oh sweetheart, I'm dying to hear you moan my name."

Just as Gojo's fingers came dangerously close to brushing the sensitive area between your legs, he withdrew abruptly, leaving a void where his warmth had been. He straightened, a semblance of control returning to his expression. "Perhaps it's time we should get to work, don't you think?"

Was he for real?

You lay there for a moment, panting heavily. Pulling yourself up to your elbows, you managed a breathless, "What?"

Gojo, now a few steps away, nonchalantly adjusted his pants, something inside of them clearly troubling him. "We have a surgery to prepare for, remember?"

He said that as if he hadn't just nearly fucked you on the lab table.

You sit up completely. "I hate you."

Gojo chuckled. "You're so easy to play with, first-year," he remarked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Consider it payback for making me 'borrow' your friends' exam results from my colleague's laptop."

You watched him for a moment, your frustration simmering beneath the surface. The way he could shift so effortlessly from intense intimacy to professional demeanor was both infuriating and intriguing.

With a groan, you let yourself fall back onto the desk and stared up at the ceiling. As you lay there, you heard Gojo walk away, his footsteps echoing through the lab. "Leaving already, Gojo? Need a quick break to blow off some steam?"

Gojo returned a moment later with a tray of surgical tools. He shot you a sly grin. "Why? Interested in watching?"

"Keep dreaming."

Gojo laughed. "You're quite amusing, first-year. We both know you'll surrender sooner or later. But don't worry, I can wait."

He began meticulously arranging the surgical tools, shifting the focus back to the task at hand. "Ready to begin?" he asked, glancing over at you.

You nodded.

─── ·✧· ───

In the following weeks, your routine consisted of meeting in the lab every day after class to prepare for the surgery.

The sessions were rigorous. Gojo's dedication to perfection and precision became more apparent with each passing day. He was a taskmaster in the truest sense, his expectations high and his attention to detail almost obsessive.

You thought Geto was strict, but Gojo operated on an entirely different level. His standards were exacting. He accepted nothing less than absolute precision. Every incision, every maneuver you practiced under his watchful eyes had to be flawless.

Maybe he was a maniac.

He sure was a maniac.

It was late.

You were hungry and tired.

However, once more, you and Gojo stood side by side to rehearse the procedure yet again.

"Now, stabilize the area while I insert the implant," Gojo instructed. You reached for the micro-surgical tool on the nearby desk and followed his directions precisely, maintaining a calm and steady breath to steady your hands.

Gojo led the way with inhuman precision. You mirrored his movements flawlessly. "Gently retract the meningeal layer," he guided. "Perfect, now hold it steady."

As the hours ticked away, you repeated the procedure over and over. With each repetition, you drew closer to seamless synchronization, your actions becoming increasingly fluid and intuitive.

"Stay concentrated, we're almost there."

You slowed your breathing. "Inserting the implant now," Gojo said. Your eyes followed Gojo's hands as they maneuvered the tiny neuroimplant. "Hold steady," he murmured. "Slight adjustment to the left, that's it."

It was then that you noticed the slight trembling of his hands. In the blink of an eye, the tool in his hand slipped ever so slightly, causing a visible tear in the brain tissue.

"Damn it," Gojo muttered. "I'm sorry. Let's reset and try again."

The second attempt began much like the first, perfectly in sync. You both worked in silence. The only sound your synchronized breathing and the steady hum of the overhead lights.

But the second attempt didn't go as planned either. A small but significant misstep by Gojo resulted in further damage to the fragile brain. After the third failed attempt, Gojo took a step back from the table. His hands trembled.

"Fuck," Gojo hissed again, tearing off his gloves. He ran his fingers through his hair.

You set the instruments back on the table. "What's wrong? You good?"

It was unusual. He never made such mistakes. He always had the most steady hands, so why was he struggling with every attempt now?

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need a break," he said, frustration etching lines on his forehead. He walked over to a nearby bench, where a forgotten cup of coffee rested. He picked it up with a shaking hand. You observed him closely.

"Gojo, your hands..."

"I'm fine."

Oh, he was so clearly lying.

You walked over to him. "Don't tell me shit, what's going-?"

But before the words fully escaped your lips, Gojo's hand cramped. In an instant, the porcelain succumbed, shattering in his clenched fist. Coffee spilled over the bench in a dark, staining flood. A sharp curse escaped him as he released the jagged remains of the cup.

You bridged the distance between you. "God, Gojo," you exclaimed, quickly clasping his injured hand. "You're hurt."

"It's nothing."

"Yeah, keep lying to me," you retorted, locking eyes with him. "Sit down."

"It's merely a scratch."

"Just sit down, Gojo. Let me take a look at your hand."

With a sigh, he sank into the chair, watching you as you gathered the medical supplies.

"Fortunate it's your left hand," you remarked, pulling up a chair to sit beside him. You cradled his hand in your lap. Porcelain shards were buried in his palm and fingers, blood began to pool around the punctures. "Looks like you'll need a few stitches."

"I'm not sure I should trust someone to stitch me up who struggles to even find a vein," he quipped. "You know, this is a surgeon's hand."

His attempt at humor fell flat. You were not in the mood for jokes. He flinched when you started to remove the porcelain fragments with tweezers.

"Don't worry. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's stitching up wounds," you said quietly.

You meticulously removed each fragment. The room was silent, punctuated only by the occasional clatter of tools. After ensuring no debris remained, you cleansed the wounds.

Unfolding a suture kit, you glanced at Gojo. "This might sting," you cautioned, beginning to stitch the deeper gashes.

Gojo's jaw clenched. He remained silent, his eyes following your every move. After a while, he spoke, breaking the quiet. "You're pretty good at this. How did you learn to stitch so well?"

Your hands paused briefly, surprised by the question. "I mentioned my mother wasn't the same after my father's death. That's how I learned it."

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his gaze shifting away.

You completed the last stitch and bandaged his hand carefully. "There, all done." Standing up, you began to clean the area. Gojo flexed his fingers, testing the mobility.

"Thank you," he said. "It's really good."

Without facing him, you asked, "You won't tell me what's wrong, will you?"

His silence was your answer.

A sigh escaped you. Gojo then stood, breaking the momentary stillness. "I need to grab something from my office. I'll be back soon," he said, his tone somewhat distant.

You nodded and watched as he left the lab. The door clicked shut, its sound echoing faintly in the now empty space. The quiet hum of the lab enveloped you.

Time ticked by, and the lab's clock hands moved steadily forward. The quiet was pervasive, broken only by the occasional sounds of the building settling for the night. You glanced occasionally at the door, expecting Gojo to return, but there was no sign of him.

He did not return to the lab that night.

And he was not in the lab the next day.

─── ·✧· ───

"Can you imagine having surgery with these?"

Yuta joked, pointing at a set of rusty scalpels. His face scrunched up in mock horror.

Maki laughed. "I'd rather not. Makes me appreciate modern anesthesia."

Toge added a quick quip, "Unbelievable."

You and your friends decided to visit the local museum. Today, it was hosting a special medical exhibit, which naturally piqued your interest. The warm sunlight filtered through the museum's large windows, casting a golden glow over the exhibits.

As you walked through the halls, the exhibit unfolded in a series of medical histories and advances. There were sections dedicated to ancient medical practices, rows of archaic surgical tools that seemed more like medieval torture devices, and interactive displays on modern surgical techniques.

Amidst the array of exhibits, one particular section caught your eye. To the casual visitor, the subject matter might seem unappealing, but you found it absolutely fascinating.

You excused yourself from your friends and approached the exhibit. It was a quiet corner of the museum, away from the more popular attractions.

You were so engrossed in reading a panel that you hardly noticed the approach of another visitor. It wasn't until you heard a familiar voice nearby. Your heart froze for a moment.

"I knew you'd be drawn to this," Gojo remarked, his presence suddenly beside you. He was observing the same exhibit, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Stalking me again, professor?"

"Purely coincidental, I assure you. I couldn't pass up this exhibition. Turns out, today's the only chance to see it."

You turned to face him. "You've got some nerve, Gojo. You left me alone in the lab, disappeared without a word, and then ignored all my messages. You can't just act like nothing happened."

His face softened. "I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to hurt you."

"If something's wrong, you need to tell me. This isn't just your project, Gojo. It's still Geto's project too. Your actions will not only affect me, but him as well."

"You're right."

Exhaling sharply, turning your attention back to the exhibit.

After a moment of silence, Gojo spoke again. "What are you doing afterwards?"

You turned slightly. "Hm?"

"Go out with me."

His invitation hung in the air between you, leaving you momentarily speechless. You turned to him, searching his expression for clues. "Go out... as in a date?"

"Call it whatever you want," he said. "I just want to spend time with you."

"This will only lead to trouble, you know that."

Undeterred, he stepped closer. His bandaged hand gently lifted your chin, urging you to meet his gaze. His height forced you to tilt your head back.

"I'm aware of that," he said. "But I don't care. I can't ignore this any longer... whatever this is between us. And I don't think you can either."

"Give me a chance," he implored, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that felt almost tangible. "One evening. That's all I'm asking."

Time seemed to stretch out as you mulled over his request. "One evening?"

"One evening."

"Okay, one evening," you agreed.

A subtle smile played on Gojo's lips. "I'll wait for you outside."

Then he leaned in, as if to steal a kiss. But the sound of approaching footsteps quickly halted him. He withdrew his hand, leaving a trace of warmth where his touch had been.

"Talk about a small world," Yuta exclaimed, his eyes landing on you and Gojo, who was already keeping a professional distance.

Maki approached Gojo with a friendly greeting. "Quite a surprise seeing you here, professor."

Gojo responded with his usual charm. "Ah, the future of medicine, all gathered in one spot. Seems I'm not the only one drawn to this exhibition."

"I hope you're not here to quiz us, Dr. Gojo. We've had our fill of exams for a while," Maki said.

"I wouldn't dream of torturing my students outside of class."

Toge muttered something under his breath, earning a playful nudge from Yuta. "Don't jinx it," Yuta whispered.

The group moved through the exhibition together, with Gojo occasionally offering insightful comments. Eventually, he parted ways with you and your friends. He cast one last glance in your direction before saying goodbye.

As you and your friends continued exploring the museum, Maki nudged you playfully. "It's funny how Dr. Handsome always seems to be around you, isn't it?"

"It's just a strange coincidence."

"Yeah, sure."

You rolled your eyes.

The rest of the museum visit passed in a light-hearted mood, with occasional teasing from Maki about Gojo. The sun was beginning to set, casting a beautiful golden hue over the city streets as you made your way out.

"Oh, wait," you said suddenly, patting your pockets as if searching for something. "I think I left something back in the museum. You guys go ahead; I'll catch up."

Yuta looked concerned. "Do you need someone to go back with you?"

You shook your head. "No, it's okay. I won't be long. Don't miss the train on my account."

After a moment of hesitation, your friends agreed and continued towards the subway station. You waited until they were out of sight, then went back to the museums's entrance.

"Hey, first-year."

Gojo's voice came from behind, startling you slightly. You turned to find him approaching with two cups of coffee in hand, steam rising into the evening air. His face lit up with a smile as he saw you waiting.

He handed you one of the cups. "Thought you might like some coffee. Just regular, though-no Red Bull mixed in, sorry," he said, a playful tone in his voice.

"How disappointing."

"Shall we go for a walk?"

You nodded.

The bustling sounds of the city surrounded you, the sky painted in vibrant oranges and pinks by the setting sun. The streets pulsed with the city's evening energy. Walking alongside Gojo, you sipped the warm coffee.

"Aren't you afraid of someone seeing us?" you asked, glancing around subtly.

"Are you?"

"It's not like we're making out or anything," he added. "Unless you'd like to?"

"Don't push it, Gojo."

Your gaze fell on his bandaged hand. "How's your hand, by the way?"

He switched the cup to his other hand and flexed the injured one. "It's healing well. Thankfully, a really skilled surgeon took care of it."

You rolled your eyes.

"Are you nervous about the upcoming surgery?" he asked.

"I am," you confessed. "You never seem to get nervous."

"Well, that's because I'm an exceptional neurosurgeon."

"Ah, sure, I forgot. You're the miracle doctor."

"Not really," he said. "I mean, I've always had a knack for it, but university wasn't always easy. It took a lot of effort to get to where I am now. Just like you. We're not that different, you know."

You observed him for a moment before asking, "Why neurosurgery?"

"Could ask you the same. What made you choose neurosurgery?"

"Why would I choose any another field when neurology exists?"

He chuckled. "Thought so."

"Plus, the patients are usually sedated, so that's a plus for surgery," you added.

"Ah, the mark of a true neurosurgeon's ego."

The evening had deepened, and a chill began to settle in the air as you and Gojo walked through the city streets. The vibrant energy of the day had given way to the serene calmness of the night.

Streetlights cast a soft glow on the pavement, and the occasional sound of distant laughter and the hum of a passing car filled the air.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as a cool breeze seeped through your clothes. Without a moment's hesitation, Gojo halted and began to take off his jacket. "Here, wear this," he offered, draping it over your shoulders.

"But won't you be cold?" you asked, concerned as he would be left in just his shirt.

He simply smiled. "I'll be fine."

You slipped into his jacket, the sleeves oddly long on your arms. It was warm and carried the faint scent of his cologne.

Gojo seemed unfazed by the drop in temperature as he watched you. He raised his hand to your face and ran his thumb gently over your cheek. His gaze fell to your lips. The bustling city street seemed to fade into the background as Gojo's proximity enveloped you.

People passed by, a sea of faces lost in their own worlds, their voices fading to a distant hum as you and Gojo stood in your own intimate world. His thumb brushed over your lips, parting them slightly.

"Tell me, do you ever wonder what it would be like if we gave in?"

"For someone who says he's patient, you're really pushing it, Gojo."

Gojo's eyes darkened. His gaze locked onto your lips as he leaned in just a fraction closer. The world around you blurred, the bustling street becoming nothing more than a distant backdrop.

Gojo's lips curled into a seductive smile. "Maybe you're just too irresistible."

"Or maybe you only want me because you can't have me."

"Whatever the reason, first-year. The important thing is that we both want it."

The chemistry between you two was undeniable, the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment. You leaned in closer, your lips tantalizingly close to his. "And what do you want, professor?" you whispered.

You both knew the risks, the lines that shouldn't be crossed, but in that charged moment, it was so damn hard to resist. Every inch of your body craved for his touch.

His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you closer, eliminating any space between you. "I want to taste those lips of yours, to feel your body pressed against mine."

You breathed in each other's air as his parted lips hovered dangerously close to yours, yet not making contact. "I want to hear you scream my name," he whispered as he pulled you even closer with a sudden tug. His fingers dug into your back in a way that was almost painful. "Hear your soft pleas all night long."

Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires.

Without a second thought, Gojo turned you around, using his own body to shield you from the street. Not far from where you stood, a horrific car crash had unfolded. One of the vehicles went airborne before crashing onto its roof with a sickening thud.

For a moment, you both stood frozen, processing what had just happened. People began screaming and gathering around the site of the accident. Without having to exchange a word, you and Gojo sprang into action, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Gojo sprinted towards the mangled car, while you rushed to help the other vehicle.

As you reached the car, you saw the driver still inside, his head resting against the inflated airbag. You pushed open the driver's door. The man lifted his head slightly, blood dripping from a gash on his temple.

"We're here to help," you said. "Can you tell me your name?"

The driver mumbled something incoherent, his eyes struggling to focus. You carefully assessed the driver's condition, checking for any obvious signs of injury. His airway appeared to be clear, and he was breathing, albeit shallowly.

You continued to talk to the driver, trying to keep him conscious and engaged. "You've been in an accident, but we're going to get you out of here safely. Can you tell me if you're experiencing any pain?"

He didn't respond. You gently touched his head to tilt it towards you. You probed around the wound on his temple, checking for any underlying skull fractures or deformities.

"Do you know where you are? Can you tell me what happened?" you asked, trying to gauge his cognitive function. The man tried to speak, but nothing intelligible came out. His speech was slurred, and he seemed to be losing focus.

Then you heard a strained sound that resembled Gojo's voice. Looking up, you saw Gojo straining against the wreckage of the other car, trying to free the trapped driver. A nearby bystander was helping him.

You turned back to the driver in front of you. "Please stay still and try not to move until help arrives, okay?"

You went to a nearby bystander and instructed him to go to the driver and keep him still and engaged in speech. You hurried over to Gojo. He carefully pulled the woman out of the mangled car and laid her gently on the asphalt. Gojo hovered over her, checking her vitals.

"She's barely breathing." He leaned in to listen to her labored breaths. "She needs an emergency tracheotomy, now."

"What?"

Your heart raced at the thought. There's no way you could do that here.

"Your jacket pocket, the right one," he instructed urgently.

Still wearing his jacket, you quickly reached into the right pocket. Your fingers found something, and you retrieved it. It was a sealed straw from the coffee Gojo had bought earlier. You handed it to him without a word.

"Now, the inner pocket on your left."

Reaching into the inner pocket, your fingers found a small, elongated case. "What's that?" you asked as you handed it over to him.

He opened the case, revealing a scalpel.

"You keep a scalpel with you all the time?" you exclaimed.

He briefly looked up at you with a sly smile. "Quite handy right now, don't you think?"

Without wasting a second, Gojo made a small incision in the driver's throat, skillfully inserting the straw to create an airway. It was unorthodox, to say the least.

Just then, you noticed a trickle of blood seeping through the sleeve of his shirt. "You're bleeding," you said. He must have injured himself on the jagged metal while freeing the woman from the crashed car.

Gojo glanced down at his arm. "It's nothing."

The wail of the sirens grew louder as the paramedics arrived, quickly taking control of the situation. Gojo immediately began briefing them on the condition of the injured.

"I'll go with them to the hospital," he said, preparing to accompany the paramedics. But as he turned to leave, you grabbed his shirt.

"I'm coming with you."

"You should go home, get some rest."

"You wanted to spend time with me, so spend time with me, Gojo." You looked at him. "You wanted a whole evening, and it's not midnight yet."

He pondered for a moment. "Then come."

Climbing into the ambulance, you found yourself in the midst of medical equipment and the paramedics as they worked to stabilize the driver during the transport. The confined space was filled with the sound of medical equipment and hushed, urgent conversations.

Gojo relayed the details of the incident to the team. It seemed as if he knew them, as he addressed them by name.

As you glanced at Gojo's arm, the bloodstain on his shirt was growing. You turned to one of the paramedics. "I need antiseptic and gauze."

The paramedic seemed a little taken aback by your firm tone.

"Now," you clarified.

"Uh, right here," he replied, pointing toward a nearby drawer.

"What are you doing?" Gojo asked as you moved around the ambulance like you owned the place.

You sat down beside him and seized his arm, rolling up his sleeve. His firm skin felt hot under your touch as you cleaned his wound. "You really are my personal doctor, aren't you?" he remarked, his lips curving into a faint smile.

"You should just take better care of yourself."

His eyes locked onto yours. "I guess I do need someone to watch out for me. Also, with your perfect stitching skills, I'd never let anyone else touch me."

You huffed.

"Quite a first date, huh?" you quipped as you continued tending to his arm.

"So it is a date?"

"In your dreams, Gojo."

Then the ambulance arrived at the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the atmosphere was a flurry of activity as medical professionals worked diligently to care for the injured. Gojo quickly turned to you.

"Wait for me in my office," he instructed, handing you a set of keys. "I need to assist here and finish the necessary paperwork. I shouldn't be long."

You nodded. Before you could react, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Then, without another word, he left. Your heart raced.

Clutching the keys, you made your way through the corridors of the hospital, searching for Gojo's office number, which was written on the keys. The adrenaline that had fueled your body slowly faded, leaving a trail of exhaustion in its wake.

Entering his office, you were greeted by bookshelves lining one wall, filled with medical texts and various journals, while a desk cluttered with papers and a laptop occupied another corner. The room looked quite different from his office at the university. Still, it had a warmth to it.

It even had his scent.

You looked down at your clothes, stained and dishevelled from the night's chaos. You rummaged through Gojo's belongings and found what looked like a gym bag. Inside, you found a clean shirt and a pair of sweatpants. They were undoubtedly his, large and probably loose on you, but they were clean.

He wouldn't mind, would he?

You looked down on yourself again.

Yeah, whatever-even if he mind.

It felt strange to change into his clothes, but at the same time oddly comforting as you noticed his faint scent on them. You sank into the couch in his office, the events of the night replaying in your mind. The room was quiet, except for the distant sounds of the hospital at night.

You gazed up at the ceiling, then turned on your side and closed your eyes. Exhaustion gradually overcame you until sleep began to claim you.

Sometime later, the sound of the door gently opening stirred you from your sleep. Through half-closed eyes, you saw Gojo enter the room. He paused for a moment at the sight of you sleeping on his couch, a soft expression crossing his face.

"Gojo?" you murmured, your voice still heavy with sleep.

He moved quietly toward you, dropping to his knees before the couch. "Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?"

"I'm good," you replied, still wrapped in the warmth of his clothes. "How are the drivers?"

"They're stable. Don't worry."

Then he stood up again and moved to lie down on the couch behind you. You shifted slightly to give him more space, feeling his presence close to you. "How's your arm?" you asked him. Gojo settled down on the couch behind you, a soft sigh escaping him as he found a comfortable position.

"My arm's fine," he reassured you with a soft smile. "Thanks to you."

You turned onto your back, your eyes meeting his as he propped himself up on one elbow. His face hovered close to yours. "They look good on you." His hand reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "My clothes," he added.

"Sorry, I just wanted to get out of my dirty clothes."

"I don't mind."

A smile played at the corners of his lips. "You should've seen yourself out there," he said. "You really bossed those paramedics around. I'm sure they'll remember you."

"Well, if you keep hurting yourself, guess I'll have to keep patching you up."

Gojo's laughter filled the room, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiled at you. "You can stitch me up anytime, doc."

"You better not make a habit out of this."

He chuckled softly, his thumb gently stroking your shoulder. "I'll try my best."

Lying there, side by side, you both gazed into each other's eyes. The room was filled with the soft light of the moon outside, casting gentle shadows across his face. Silence settled between you, the only sounds in the room were the soft breaths you both took.

"We do make a good team, don't we?" Gojo's voice broke the silence. "And I'm not just talking about in the OR."

"Are you implying something?"

"Nah, never."

As you let out a yawn, Gojo adjusted his position, lying down beside you. "Come here," he said softly. His arm encircled your shoulder, drawing you close to him.

Instinctively, you nestled into him, your head finding a comfortable spot against his chest. His heartbeat, strong and steady beneath your ear.

The warmth of his body, the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath, brought a sense of safety and calm. You could feel the tension of the day slowly ebbing away. His fingers trailed lightly across your back, drawing absent patterns.

"You know, this is quite close for a student and a professor," you muffled against his chest.

"Is it? Should I go?"

Your fingers gripped his shirt, holding him in place. "No," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Don't go."

A smile played on his lips. "I'm not leaving you," he whispered. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. Then, he cuddled closer, the distance between you seeming to disappear.

Gradually, sleep began to claim you both. You drifted off, entwined in each other's arm. The office was quiet, save for the soft sound of your synchronized breathing and the faint, distant echoes of the hospital's nocturnal life.

Tomorrow, maybe, you would care about the consequences.

But not today. Not in his arms.

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king of my heart

satoru gojo x f!reader

maybe satoru gojo, the man you were arranged to marry by your very annoying parents, was the one you were waiting for all along

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: arranged marriage trope, megumi + tsumiki kiddos, annoying parents, mentions of drinking + prom/highschool LOL

an: taylor swift satoru gojo propoganda returns.

You hold the vase of tulips in your hands, your palms sweating against the glass secured in his hands. You sincerely hope your anxiousness doesn’t make you drop the flowers before you can hand them to Mrs. Gojo. That would be a disaster.

Your parents are behind you, locking up your car and fussing over your outfit. Your mother had picked out a pale, baby blue dress for you, a modest cut but flattering your best features (according to her) - your hips, shoulders, collarbones. She’d given you a sparkling silver necklace to match, to draw attention to you. You silently wonder when she became such a conniver, hand picking your best traits to put on display for the Gojo family.

Your father’s mimicking her motions, taming down your stray hairs. You had braided the front pieces of your hairs just behind your ears and curled the rest of your loose hair to perfection. Your mothers request, of course. He’s less anal than her about the entire affair, but you don’t miss his nervous twitching as you walk up to the door.

The only person you can stand is your little brother, Saiki, who's been rolling his eyes since we started driving here. He thinks the entire proceeding is archaic, which it is, and has vehemently been making his disapproval known. He would keep it going, but there was talk of grounding on the table, which silenced him all together.

The four of you gather on the steps of the Gojo's mansion. You prepare yourself, mentally running through the steps your mother had drilled into you since you started meeting potential suitors a few months ago. Polite nod to the husband, hand the flowers and press a kiss to the wife, a shy smile to the suitor.

The three of them are crowded at the door, Satoru Gojo towering over the two of them. You’d heard of him before, your mother mentioning that their family was one of the most esteemed business owners in our entire social circle. She had never had the pleasure of making her acquaintance, which killed her every night (you’re sure of it), until now. A mutual friend had mentioned the Gojo family was looking for their daughter in law to “perfect their set” and your mother was all too willing to offer you up on a silver platter.

You do as your told. You knew you would have to anyway and struggling was useless. Plus, you’d sworn off love as of late anyways. This is what you were primed for - that shiny medical degree, your private pediatric practice - they’re all sparkly little gimmicks meant for this. A selling point.

The door opens and you start. First, a polite nod to Mr. Gojo, who gives you a chill with his stare. His eyes are void of warmth, the cerulean blues staring back into your eyes. His hands are cold when you press them together to shake, the same cold gaze being exchanged with your parents over the back of your shoulder.

Second, flowers and a sweet kiss to Mrs. Gojo. She dotes over the tulips, in a polite way, before dismissing them away to the servants you didn’t notice standing against the wall. You thank the servant for taking the vase, giving a warm smile before pressing a kiss to Mrs. Gojo’s cheek. Ice cold.

Third, a shy smile to the suitor. Whatever the fuck that means. You meet his gaze, half obscured by the sunglasses he was wearing indoors. He’s dressed in a buttoned up white shirt, the sleeves rolled past his forearms. The slacks are pressed to perfection, his shoes shined so well you could use them as a mirror. You give him a smile, which he halfheartedly returns. It seems he’s more interested in talking to Saiki than you.

The seven of you walk down the length of the hall, the table set up with white lilies and silver tablemats. Mrs. Gojo turns to Satoru, insisting that he take you and Saiki on a tour. Satoru nods, begrudgingly, before gesturing to you and Saiki to follow him up the stairs.

When you reach the top of the stairs, Satoru turns to a painting on the left, a painted portrait of his family when he was way younger. They all have solemn looks on their face, Satoru’s hinting on the borderline of irritation and boredom. Before Satoru can start his riveting spiel, Saiki interrupts him.

“Are you really going to make us do a real tour? Do you have video games or something till we have to go back?”

You dig your hand into his shoulder, bending down to his height and squeezing slightly.

“Saiki. Be nice.”

“Mom’s not nearby, you know?”

“She has superhuman, x-ray vision, Saiki. I bet she can see you from here.”

The two of you laugh and you ruffle his hair before you stand up again. You pat down the pleats of your dress, drying your palms against the fabric, as you turn back to Satoru.

“We don’t actually have to do a tour if you don’t want to. I have Mario Kart in my room.”

You and Saiki shoot him glimmering smiles, following him down the length of the hallway. He opens his bedroom door for you, the room the exact opposite of the perfectly proper, museum like decor downside.

His walls are navy blue and littered in posters and pictures. You can see his diploma hung up on the wall, right next to a poster for the Spongebob movie.

“I’m shocked they even let you do this.”

“They didn’t, Y/N. I just did it anyway.”

You nod at his words, turning your neck back to the walls. Saiki and Satoru sit on the floor, legs crossed, playing the game as you take a moment at each section, observing all the pictures. He has what seems like twenty or thirty pictures of his friends - sleeping in class, sitting by a lake, studying in a library. You don’t miss the multiple pictures of the girl with dark hair, a scar pressed against her nose. Especially the one of him kissing her cheek.

The other picture that stands out is a picture of Satoru himself, from when he was younger. The picture was clearly taken from above, an exasperated look pressed on little Satoru’s face. You can’t help but think he looks sad, lonely in the picture and commit it to memory. Your parents were more irritating than most, but Saiki got you through.

You settle down onto the floor next to them, Saiki handing his controller as you start to play.

“One more round and we should head back.”

You nod, playing the game, the pictures rattling around in your head.

The dinner is horrible, obviously. You were seated in between Satoru and his father, with Saiki exiled all the way at the end of the table. You shoot him glances every few seconds, trying your best not to smile at his very clear distaste for it all.

You can sense the dynamics fitting into your mind, observing every little thing to better understand what you were getting into. After all, the Gojo’s were going to be your family in a few months, whether you liked it or not.

Satoru has a clear distaste for his parents. His father, more than his mother. You can just tell by the way they look at each other. You think back to the picture, the one of him when he was younger, and can’t help but wonder if his father took it.

After dinner, your parents and Satoru’s convince force the two of you to take a walk along the garden, alone. You nod, preparing yourself for what was coming. A moonlit walk, pleasantries, and a ring secured on your finger by the end of the walk.

The two of you walk in silence, a respectable distance between the two of you. You can smell his cologne as you walk next to him, the breeze in the air making the hair on your arms stand up.

You press your hands across your arms, entering the gazebo with Satoru. The two of you take a seat on the bench in the middle, keeping a respectable distance.

“Y/N.”

“Can I say something first?”

He nods, leaning over the bench to meet your eyes. The only light in the gazebo is from the tiny, sparking fairy lights around the interior, the moon shining through the openings on the side. You can’t help but wonder if things were different, that this might have been the happiest moment of your life.

“I would like to be married by name. I figure you have a girlfriend, that girl from the pictures in your room with the scar on her nose, and that’s fine. I’d just like to keep it up for images to satisfy both of our parents, since I figure yours are as relentless as mine.”

The two of you sit in silence, the words hanging in the air. You focus on the lilies growing by the edge of the opening, wilting in the air of the night.

“You’d be okay with that?”

“I was never expecting us to fall in love. We just have to do what we’re asked, keep our own lives outside of it.”

He nods, the silence returning. You can see the gears moving in his head, considering your offer. After a few minutes, he removes a dark green box from his pocket, sliding it over to your side of the bench. You open the box to find a sparkling, modest cut diamond secured around a gold band.

You take it into your hand, taking out the diamond ring and placing it on your ring finger. You stick your hand out, staring at the sparkling ring on your finger.

He shoots you a genuine smile, shaking his hand in yours. Deal.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, Satoru.”

He secures his hand in your own as the two of you walk back down the path. Your parents are all too delighted, everyone pressing warm kisses to your cheek as they take your hand in their own.

The business deal is set. Your parents deal with each other and yours with Satoru. You can feel Saiki’s hand shaking in yours, trying to hide his upsetness at you. You reach down to ruffle his hair, shaking your head at him as the four of you head back home.

You and Satoru are married by the end of the month.

“I have a secret.”

You’re currently standing in Satoru’s driveway, your driveway now, with your boxes lined up on the sidewalk. Your parents had insisted that you move in with him, now that you were married. You had to oblige.

All in all, your marriage with Satoru was pleasant. You guys went out to dinner every night, exchanging pleasantries over an expensive meal Satoru bought you. The two of you often shared jokes, trying to ease the tension. He updated you on his relationship with the girl, Utahime was her name, and you talked to him about work. You find out that his relationship is anything but stable, the two of them fighting like it was breathing. He likes to hear about your coworkers, the patients you saw that day, how you like the workplace.

It felt more like hanging out with a friend, but there was always an invisible, silent wall between the two of you. You were married. You had to have kids together. Grow old together. He doesn’t talk about it. Neither do you. You’ll breach that when you get there.

“What’s your secret, Satoru?”

“I have kids.”

“If there’s a zoo animal inside that house, I’ll run you over with my car.”

Satoru loves to prank you. You get irritated with him very easily, which you’re aware goads him on even more, but you can’t help it. He’s an idiot.

But this time, he places his hands on your shoulder, squeezing twice. His sunglasses are hanging from the collar of his shirt, his usually obscured eyes peering into yours. No sign of a joke in them. You gesture to the steps on the porch, the two of you sitting down against them.

“You’re a manwhore? You got a girl pregnant and then had to raise it by yourself?”

“Obviously. The woes of a single father.”

You laugh, leaning your neck back. The sunlight is sprinkling onto your skin through the leaves, the beams kissing your skin. It’s a nice feeling, the breeze tickling the wisps of your hair. You can feel Satoru staring at you through the corner of your eyes and you turn your head to the side to look at him.

“Their dad passed away. I took them in after, just because I didn’t want them to be alone. Their names are Megumi and Tsumiki, they’re five and eight. I really hope you like kids, they’re really well-behaved.”

You turn to face him, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You’re kidding right? Did you just ask me if I like kids?”

“Well yeah, you’re going to be living with them, I was just wondering.”

“Do you ever listen to me when I talk? Do you even know what I do for a job?”

“Um…”

You burst out laughing, the tears rolling through your eyes.

“You’re ridiculous, Satoru Gojo. I’m a pediatrician. Like a baby doctor. Like I full on go to work everyday and see children all day.”

He pushes you over, grumbling about how you were still laughing at him, about how it was an honest mistake to make. When your tears subside, he reaches his hand out to you, pulling you up to enter the room. The two of you shuffle the boxes to the edge of the door and pad into the foyer. Satoru grabs your hand, pulling you in to meet Tsumiki and Megumi.

Tsumiki extends her hand, introducing herself politely to you. You bend down, reaching in your pocket for the lollipops you always had in hand, and don’t miss the glowing smile when you hand it to her. You turn to your side to look at Satoru, whose rolling his eyes at you.

At the sight of Megumi, you can tell he doesn’t look quite right. His face is flushed pink, his forehead covered in beads of sweat. He can barely keep his head up, eyes wavering at the sight of you. You reach down, pressing your hand against his forehead.

“Satoru. He’s sick.”

“Are you sure?”

“Satoru, I’m a doctor. Do you have anything on hand?”

At the sound of your words, Satoru enters into a full blown panic, grabbing basically any medicine and blanket he had in the nearby vicinity. You examine him, asking his sister how long he had been feeling this way, laying him down on his back and administering the medications Satoru had brought you.

When things settle down, with Megumi’s eyes fluttering open and Tsumiki running her hands through his hair, you join Satoru in the kitchen behind them. He’s nervously watching the two of them from the back, his eyes still pinched in worry.

You link your arm through his own, preparing the parent pep talk you give your patients every day.

“It’s okay, Satoru. Kids get sick all the time.”

He nods, his eyes still fixed on Megumi.

“It was a good thing I was here, really. He’s going to be okay, I promise.”

Megumi speaks up from the couch, his grumpy voice permeating the air.

“Satoru would have killed me if you weren’t here”

You turn your head to face Satoru, expecting to find annoyance pressed on his face. Instead, he’s broken out into a full smile, shaking your hands in his and thanking you profusely.

“That’s a good sign?”

“Kid always loves to give me attitude. If he’s well enough to make a dig at me, he’s perfectly fine.”

“Can’t blame the kid. I would do it too.”

“First, I get an malevolent kid and then a malevolent wife? No breaks for Satoru Gojo.”

“Woe is you.”

You roll your eyes, joining Megumi back at his side to take his vital signs again. The two of you share a knowing look, ignoring Satoru’s joking pouts and comments in the back.

You can’t help but smile at the two of them, their soft hands clasped in each other as they fall asleep on the couch after a few minutes. After a few minutes, you and Satoru carry them back to their beds, giving each other a high five before heading to your own rooms.

Maybe it won’t be so bad.

-��

Satoru comes home late one Friday, well past Tsumiki and Megumi’s bed times. You had to shower and tuck both of them into bed by yourself, which was irritating.

Satoru reserved Friday nights for Utahime, the two of them going on a secret date somewhere in the city. You had met her once, establishing that you had no intentions of doing anything with her boyfriend, which she was all but understanding of.

You figure that she must love him so much that she’s willing to look past it. You get it, you’d do the same if you were her.

If you were in love. In general. Not in love with Satoru, obviously.

He trails in, ten minutes past midnight to find you sprawled against the couch. You’re wrapped in three blankets, your head poking out of your little cocoon.

“You know what sucks? You got some tonight and I got to tuck two kids into bed.”

He trails to the kitchen counter, no stupid remark in response. You get up from your tiny fort, padding into the kitchen where Satoru is standing. He’s eating a box of macaroons, pushing the last one towards you to eat.

The two of you are leaning over the counter, the silence palpable.

“You okay, Toru? Where’s my usual back talk?”

“Mhm. Kind of broke up with Utahime. Don’t feel like it today.”

You push yourself onto the counter, your legs dangling over the edge. The two of you are the same level now, facing opposite directions. You lean your head against his shoulder, linking your hand with his and pressing twice.

“I’m sorry, Satoru. Want to talk about it?”

“She just got upset that I got married, that's all. Didn’t really understand that it was something I had to do. Said I was doing a little bit too much for her to make up for it and she met someone else.”

You nod, the two of you sitting in silence. You stay that way for a while, your head against his shoulder, your hand in his. You’re rubbing small circles into the side of his hand, your fingers tingling at the contact.

“Satoru.”

“Hm?”

“I understand.”

“You do?”

“When I got my heart broken, all I could think about was how I wanted it to be him so bad. He meant everything to me and I’d do anything to be the one next to him.”

“Heartbroken? You never told me that.”

“Yeah. It was a few years ago. He didn’t feel the same about me as I did about him.I]”

“Did you date anyone after?”

“I waited for someone, the person who was meant for me. I kind of gave up as time went on, swearing off of it all together. It’s partially why I struck the deal I did with you. If I was going to be forced to marry someone, he could at least be someone nice, a friend I could keep.”

He sits quietly, pondering your words. He’s leaned his head against yours, the two of you sitting quietly. The only sound is your breaths, inhaling and exhaling in sync.

“You think I’m nice?”

“I’m not soothing your ego.”

“Rude. I’m wounded Y/N.”

You poke the side of his cheek, rolling your eyes at him. You move closer into his embrace, now tangled in his arms. You can hear him whispering against your hair, his lips against your forehead.

“Did it hurt? When he left?”

“Yeah. But, someone told me something and it’s always stuck with me since then. I guess I was trying really hard to make it work, but things like this always sort themselves on their own.”

“What do you mean?”

“The right people were always going to stay. If Utahime and Getou were the right people, they’d still be here, Satoru.”

The two of you stay that way for a while, pressed against each other. Tsumiki and Megumi trail in at the sound of Satoru’s voice, pressing themselves against your legs.

You all sleep together in Satoru’s bed that night. You ignore the stinging in your chest at the thought of Satoru hurting.

You can feel your phone buzzing on the counter, as you tuck the last bit of flowers into Tsumiki’s hair.

toru: hurry up

toru: this kid is gonna shit his pants and i think im scaring him

you: omfg don’t tell me you gave the poor kid a pep talk

toru: kind of. told him id throttle him if tsumiki doesn’t come back from the dance with a smile on her face.

you: satoru gojo, i will hurt you. leave the poor baby alone.

Tsumiki turns around, her pale pink dress falling to her sides. You hear Satoru’s footsteps down the hallway, glaring at him as he joins you two at the door of the bathroom.

“Don’t tell me you left him alone at the dinner table.”

“Megumi is there. He’s staring him down real good.”

You and Tsumiki glare at Satoru and you turn back to Tsumiki to give her the final touches. You press your shiny pink lip gloss in her little hands, settling her hair down as you stand up. You and Satoru move out of the hallway, about to find your way back to the room, but Tsumiki stops you in your wake.

Her hand is pressed against yours, pulling you down.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing, Miss Miki. What’s up?”

“Do you think I’m pretty, Y/N?”

“What? Of course, I do Tsumiki. You look lovely. I’m sure Ethan will love it.”

She gives you a shy smile, her eyes wavering on uneasiness.

“You’re very pretty, Tsumiki. I love your dress and your eyes are all sparkly the way you like. Just have fun out there okay? If you’re not having fun with Ethan, you can always have fun with your friends instead.”

She nods, pressing her body against your frame. You squeeze her tight in your frame, Satoru eyeing the two of you on the ground.

“Thanks for always being here, Y/N. I love you.”

Tsumiki lets you go, running off into the kitchen where Ethan is very shyly handing her the little corsage he bought her for the dance. You turn to Satoru, the two of you watching him in the kitchen.

“She loves me.”

“Are you dense? You do know Tsumiki and Megumi both love you right?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t entirely sure of it. I figured they might, but I never thought they’d actually say it to me.”

You pull out your camera, snapping pictures of Tsumiki and Ethan as they press their little flowers to each other’s clothes. Ethan’s parents are waiting in the driveway. They’re driving them to the dance and you and Satoru will be picking them up.

You follow them into the driveway, waving goodbyes as the car makes its way down the road.

“Did you like school dances, Y/N?”

“I never really went, Satoru. No one ever asked me.”

“What? Not even Prom?”

You shake your head, facing away from him as you pull out the dinner the two of you were going to eat. Ice cream. Satoru’s idea, obviously.

“Why didn’t you go?”

“It’s kind of stupid, Satoru.”

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“You’re keeping secrets? From your husband? Who is he?”

You laugh, playfully pushing him. He gives you a smile, locking his fingers with yours.

“Cmon, tell daddy. I won’t make fun.”

“You’re disgusting. I’m filing for divorce.”

“As if.”

You look down at your hands, his pale, nimble fingers interlocked with yours.

“It’s just stupid. I wanted to go really badly, have my whole special moment. A guy who asks me to the dance, brings me a corsage, matches the color of my dress, and we dance while drinking cheap beer out of solo cups. But no one wanted to do it with me.”

He turns his head to the side, staring down at you.

“Forget it. You’re dumbass was probably Prom King for all I know. You wouldn’t get it.”

You lean against the counter, digging your spoon right into the center of the tub of ice cream, rather angrily, reliving the stupid, pitiful feeling of your teen years.

“I was Prom King.”

“Of course.”

“Hey. I’m sorry you didn’t get your moment, Y/N.”

“I’m glad Tsumiki has someone to do it with. You know, make her feel special, like she’s only girl in the room and all that.”

He presses his forehead against yours, reaching for your spoon to eat some of the ice cream with you. You swat his hand away, which he pouts at.

“It was still a good day. Tsumiki said she loves me.”

“I thought you were kidding about that. Did you really not know that we love you?”

“We?”

“Y/N. You know I love you right?”

You shrug your shoulders, staring at his blue eyes. He cups your face in his hands, squishing your face.

“As smart as you are, you’re really stupid sometimes you know that? How could I not love my wife?”

“You’re stupid.”

You pick up your phone, shooting a text underneath your desk.

you: satoru.

lanky ass mf: yes, oh beloved wife of mine?

you: sleep in the sewage, you gutter rat.

you: I forgot my white coat and my badge at home, can you pLS PLS PLS DROP IT OFF AT THE OFFICE I NEED IT

lanky ass mf: first you call me a gutter rat and then ask me for a favor?

lanky ass mf: no I love you? no light of my life, king of my heart, body, and soul?

you: I will skin you where you stand. PLS JUST BRING WHAT I ASKED

lanky ass mf: ask nicely and i’ll drop it off on the way to work.

you: oh beloved, dear old husband of mine. everyday, my love for you grows exponentially. if you could please spare me some kindness out of your cold, pitiful heart of yours and bring me my white coat in my badge, it would be much appreciated sweet thing

lanky ass mf: i’ll ignore the insult that you threw in there and bring it over in ten, oh lovely wife of mine.

you: ty satoru :DDD

lanky ass mf: ur welcome, sexy :’)

you: wanted: y/n l/n wanted for the vicious, gruesome murder of satoru gojo.

“lanky ass mf disliked your message”

You set down your phone, burying your head in your hands. The practice had been busier as of late, a viral bug passing around all of your patients. And on top of that, you had left your white coat and your badge - which you needed to round - at home. You can feel the tension headache setting in your forehead, bringing your fingers to your temple to soothe it down.

Tsumiki had a field trip today. Satoru dropped her off bright and early but she forgot her permission slip at home. You had to rush over to the school, nearly running onto the school bus to get Tsumiki’s slip in on time.

As promised, Satoru prances in twenty minutes later, your whitecoat and badge in his right hand and a bouquet of tulips in his left hand.

Asshole. You had framed a photo of Satoru, Megumi, and Tsumiki from your birthday and placed it on your desk. The three of them planned a surprise dinner for your birthday and you loved the pictures so much you just had to frame one for your office.

The problem was that ever since then, all your coworkers could talk about is how handsome your husband was. WIth his white hair, sparkling blue eyes - all they could go on about was how beautiful he looked and how cute your kids were. Multiple of them had asked you how he was in bed, which you ignored. Obviously.

You had mentioned it to Satoru in passing, which you’re sure prompted the tulips in his hand. And you know that egomaniac was about to have a field day.

He comes to your side, not missing the shining smiles on your coworkers faces, as he places the tulips in front of you. He beckons you to stand up, holding your white coat open for you to pull your arms in.

You give him a glare as you pull it on and Satoru clips your badge to the pocket.

“I hate you, Satoru Gojo.”

“I love you, sweet pea.”

You can hear your coworkers cooing quietly behind you, walking up to dote on Satoru for bringing you flowers. You can feel him drinking up the attention, giving everyone charming smiles as he secures his arm around your waist.

“Imagine if I told them all you had a girlfriend when you married me.” you whisper in his ear.

He frowns, prodding his fingers into your forehead.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me.”

Satoru places the flowers at the head of your desk, dropping a glass box filled with the noodles you had last night for dinner. He leans over the counter, whispering at you as you fill out the charts for the day.

“Take a break for lunch later and eat this. I’m tired of you coming home hangry and taking it out on me.”

You take the box from him, rolling your eyes before shooting him a smile.

“Thank you, Toru. I appreciate it.”

He smiles at your words, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead before running out of the office. Asshole.

You look down at the tupperware, a sticky note pressed on top.

eat up silly wife - satoru <3

You take the post-it off, pressing it against the frame holding the picture.

“Why did your parents want to meet us again?”

You and Satoru are currently standing on the porch of his parents house, dressed up for the occasion. Satoru’s wearing a buttoned up white shirt, rolled up to his forearms again. He’s wearing a light green tie, intending to match the green, silk dress you had decided to wear.

He asked you to look your best, because he was going to ask his parents for something really important. He said bringing you would be his best bet, so that they feel more inclined to say yes at the perfect sight of the two of you.

“I thought your parents were in Bali. Did they come back early?”

“Yeah. They hated the animals so they came back.”

“The what?”

Satoru reaches forward, ringing the doorbell. The door is opened immediately, the servants answering the door. You wave hello to them all, making your way to the garden where Satoru was leading you.

His hand is clasped in yours, firmly, as he leads you to the back gazebo. He takes you to the direct center, where the two of you had first made your deal, and turns to face you.

“So.”

“My parents aren’t here.”

“I gathered that.”

“Don’t talk back.”

He reaches towards the back of the gazebo, pulling out a plastic box. In the box, there’s a matching corsage and boutonniere, pink flowers surrounded by baby’s breath. You take the box in your hand, meeting his gaze.

“You never got to have your moment. Figured I’d give it to you now.”

You smile, opening the plastic box. Satoru takes the corsage out first, securing it against your wrist. He lifts your hand, pressing a kiss against your knuckles as he does so. You avoid the blood rushing to your cheeks as you take the rest of the flowers out of the box.

You pin the boutonniere against his shirt, smiling at him. You’re unsure when Tsumiki and Megumi joined you, but the flash of Tsumiki’s camera catches you off guard. You give the two of them a smile and they run off hand in hand, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Like it?”

“Love it. They’re very pretty, Satoru. Thank you.”

He reaches back, pulling out a little juke box. He presses play, Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud playing out of the speaker.

“Did you really pick this song?”

“You wanted your moment. That includes dancing to a cheesy, Ed Sheeran song.”

“You could have left that part out.”

He grabs your hands, placing them around his neck as he secures his own around your waist.

“Nope. Giving you the most authentic, real moment I can.”

The two of you sway, laughing into each other's neck as the song goes on. The song transitions, Taylor Swift’s Sweet Nothing blasting out of the little speaker. You press yourself against his chest, the two of you hugging as you dance in the moonlight.

“I’ve got one more thing for you.”

He reaches out, pulling out a little plastic tiara for you. He secures it on top of your head, pressing your hair down.

“I don’t get it.”

“You’re Prom Queen!”

You press yourself against him again, your cheeks burning against his chest.

“You’re stupid, Satoru.”

“You love it.”

You do love it. The tiara, the dancing, him. You love him.

The two of you return to swaying, your faces a few feet away from each others. You stare into his glimmering eyes, smiling at him. He returns your smile, rolling his eyes at your cheesiness.

“You don’t have a crown.”

“Yeah. Figured if I got to be Prom King and you didn’t during high school, then you get to be Prom Queen right now and I don’t. Even it out.”

“Boo.”

“It’s okay. I know I’m the king of your heart anyways.”

You feel your chest clench, his words sinking into your chest.

“You are.”

“What?”

“The king of my heart. Body and soul, all that cheesy stuff you say.”

“Don’t lead me on. That’s cruel, even for you little lady.”

You stop swaying, bringing your hands down to his.

“I’m being serious. You’re special to me. I was waiting for someone all my life, who made me feel special. That person is you.”

He’s staring into your eyes, the shock spreading across his face.

“You don’t have to feel the same way as me. It’s okay.”

He leans forward, pressing his lips against yours. You’re caught off guard, his hands pulling you closer.

“Toru.”

“Y/N.”

“Do you love me?”

“You’re impossible. I just kissed you.”

“I don’t know. I was a little confused, I guess.”

“I love you, Y/N. You’re my sweet, sweet girl.”

You can feel yourself blushing at his words, trying to fight the doubt settling in your mind.

“Utahime?”

“I thought about what you said. And I realized that the only person who stays by my side is you - through an arranged marriage, two kids I sprung on you, and a literal girlfriend. The right person was you, just took me a second to realize.”

The two of you stand in silence, the lights flickering above you.

“Satoru?”

“Yes, sweet girl?”

“Can you kiss me again?”

He’s all too happy to oblige. He lifts you up, slotting his mouth against yours again. You can feel his hands shaking against your face, his lips desperately pressed around yours.

“Calm down. I’m right here.”

“Cut me some slack. I’ve been waiting to kiss my wife for months now.”

You feel Tsumiki and Megumi return to your side, the two of them sporting cheeky grins at the two of you. Megumi presses something into the small of you hand and you feel for it in your fingers realizing what it was.

A ring.

“Toru.”

“Yes, sweet girl?”

He’s cradling your face and you can’t help but feel like this was going to be the happiest moment of your life. Your face in his hands, your kids hugging you against your legs, smiling at each other.

You hold the ring out, balancing it between your fingers.

“Marry me?”

You slip the ring onto his finger, the two of you walking out of the garden hand in hand like you did the first time.

part two based on enchanted linked here

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𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 – 𝟑𝟐

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬

⤲ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⤲ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐀𝐔, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐀𝐔, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

⤲ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟎𝐤 (𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲)

⤲ 𝐜𝐰: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐯𝐬𝐞 (𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥), 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐟.), 𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟. 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

(A/N: this chap is a little heavier since it's gonna go deeper into not only heeseung's but mostly the parks' family situation so pls be aware!)

"And I heard him go 'Yeah, bro, I think she might even be the one' to Heeseung." Jay's voice is a mere whisper as he bends down to be close to your ear, both of you bursting into a row of giggles once he's done, the vegetables on your boards long forgotten.

You can't help but smile brighter and brighter the more you replay your brother's best friend's words in your head, the excitement about your his new girlfriend something you have yet to get used to.

From what Heeseung had told you, Sunghoon had apparently decided to actually go all in and ask the girl he had told you about to be his official girlfriend the day he had texted you and ever since then you've been on the edge of your seat, patiently waiting to finally get to know her.

Hoon's always been reluctant about relationships. The broken marriage of your parents a huge factor in his trust and commitment issues and every time you two talk about it, you're surprised about the difference in your trauma responses.

You definitively don't and have never blamed him for it. Of course you'd wish your brother to find someone he can trust and love the way you know he's capable of, yet by the time he had finally managed to escape the prison of your childhood home he had already developed this particular mindset.

Knowing he's genuinely serious about her has your vision blur with tears of happiness.

There's nobody on this planet who deserves to be loved and appreciated, respected and adored in a romantic way the way your brother does.

Followed by his closest, longest and best friend.

And as if he felt it in his chest, you suddenly spot Heeseung's tall figure in your peripheral vision, jolts of excitement and warmth rushing through your body in the best way possible.

You two haven't had the chance to be alone since he had arrived about ten minutes after Jongseong and despite many opportunities occurring, neither one of you had dared to even sneak more than short glances, too afraid the chef might catch up on the fire between you.

However, you definitely don't let Jay's presence stop you from basking in the feeling of comfort and safety Heeseung comes with.

"What are you two whispering and giggling about, hm?" He sounds playful and relaxed, his hair messily falling into his handsome face and as soon as his gaze meets your for a quick moment, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and try to stop yourself from staring at him.

Unfortunately he never makes this challenge easy for you.

After having to join a spontaneous staff meeting at work, Heeseung hadn't bothered to change, so there he is, dressed in a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, the first three of his buttons lose just enough to expose the soft skin of the bottom of his neck, tugged firmly into the matching black slacks.

He's literally not even wearing shoes, yet you can't help the way your body heats up the longer you look at him and by the time your eyes make their way back to his face, Heeseung shoots you a warning look.

"We're talking about Hoon's new girlfriend", Jay chuckles and reaches for a carrot, his back turned to his best friend as he focuses on his task.

"You know you could just...ask me about her, right?" Heeseung smiles and sits down on one the chairs at your kitchen table, spreading his legs and leaning back just enough for it to be tempting. His current posture looks like a silent invitation and if it wasn't for Jong, you would have gotten comfortable on his lap as soon as he sat down.

"You always leave out details", you reply and roll your eyes, yet suddenly stopping in your tracks when you realise your words indicate a lot more communication between the two of you than the others are aware of.

"He does! Oh, my God!" As soon as Jongseong turns around to shoot his friend an accusing look, you let out the breath you were holding in and finally get yourself to relax as soon as he gets back to chopping up the carrot on his board.

"Shut the fuck up", Heeseung scoffs and this time he's the one to widen his eyes when he realises what he had just said, not realising you might think he was actually talking to you.

"Hey, be nice to her", Jay quickly spits back and doesn't bother turning his whole body to look at him, "she's right and we all know it."

"That was directed at you, pretty face", Seung quickly saves himself and you can't stop your lips from stretching into a cheeky smile, "I'd never talk to her like that."

The urge to just go up to and kiss him is absolutely overwhelming and despite being more than just grateful for Jong's help, you can't help but wish it was just the two of you.

"My prince charming", you reply cheekily and shoot him a wink, loving the way his ears turn red as soon as your words him, followed by the soft colour spreading to the apples of his cheeks and even to the tip of his nose.

A beat of silence follows your statement, the only noise to fill your kitchen being the bubbling of Jay's infamous stew as well as the soft humming of your oven.

"So, how long has this been going on between the two of you?"

All of a sudden the world stops turning.

If it wasn't for your tight grip on the handle of the knife in your hand, you're pretty sure you would have dropped it on your feet as soon as your brain had managed to process your brother's best friend's words.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Jongseong?" Heeseung's voice is strained and raspy, the hot anxiety evident in every single one of his words despite the sternness in his tone, meanwhile you can barely push yourself to breathe properly.

There's some sort of tension in the air and you feel your skin crawling, shivers of nervousness rushing down your spine and for a short moment you're convinced you've misheard him.

You physically can't get yourself to look at either one of them, too stunned to react, let alone speak.

"Oh, come the fuck on", Jong says and throws the chopped carrottes into the brewing broth before he turns around and leans against your kitchen counter to face the two of you.

"Do you really think I'm stupid? Wait, let me rephrase that", he says and smirks, "do you really think I'm as oblivious as Sunghoon and the rest?"

Heeseung audibly gasps for air at his friend's words and your body actually starts hurting from all the tension in your muscles.

"Can you two please relax a little bit, I feel like shitting my pants and I don't even know why", Jongseong deadpans and crosses his arms in front of his buff chest, his muscles straining against the fabric of his black dress shirt and you gulp harshly.

"What gave us away?"

Heeseung's sudden question leaves you just as stunned and with big eyes you slowly turn your head to look at him with the most "What the actual fuck" expression in your gaze.

"Hm, just the fact you guys not only stare at each other with actual hearts in your eyes but also have been eye-fucking right in front of my precious food for hours now."

For some reason, Jong's calm yet aggregated comment elicits a choked out chuckle from your throat and with a soft whine of embarrassment you hide your face behind both of your hands.

Before you get the chance to do anything else, you feel Heeseung's tall body pressing into your back right as he turns you around and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pushing your face into his chest with a soft chuckle.

"Yun and Wonie are on it as well, aren't they?", Jay asks and shoots his best friend a genuine smile of relief and happiness, warming Heeseung's chest as he realises he's never been as subtle about his feelings for you as he thought.

"Yeah", Seung replies calmly and caresses your back, loving the way you shamelessly bury your face in the crook of his neck and try your best to hide from Jongseong's strong gaze, "Yun's actually the one who pushed me to do something about it."

"That's my boy", Jay grins widely, only for it to drop just as quick, "don't tell him I've said that or he won't let me breathe. I'm begging you."

"Only if you don't tell Hoonie about this just yet", Heeseung sighs and you can feel the tension in his strong body, a wave of guilt washing over you in response to his reaction, "we're going to do it soon."

"Don't worry, brother", Jong replies calmly and shoots you both a soft smile of reassurance, "just know I'll knock those pretty teeth out of your mouth and shove them up your asshole if you hurt her."

After another round of chuckles and laughter, Heeseung sends you to your room with a soft kiss on the forehead and a gentle pad to your ass so you can get ready in peace while he takes care of the remaining decorations.

By the time you're applying your lipstick, your doorbell starts ringing, followed by loud cheering and yelling of your name.

It doesn't take long for Jaeyun to arrive after the girls had just sat down with their wine glasses, your brother's best friend just as excited and giggly about the newest addition to the friend grouo as the four of you and every time you meet Heeseung's gaze, he just shakes his head and smiles softly.

He likes seeing you happy like this. There's nothing as precious and pretty as your beautiful smile, the genuine one which never fails to light up your whole face, all the way up into your mesmerizing eyes in a way he's only ever seen when you're talking to your favorite people.

The fact he's finally one of them definitely warms his heart in just the right ways, something he knows he won't ever take for granted.

After almost an hour of arguing and high pitched giggles, your last two guests finally arrive and if it wasn't for your brother's best friend you all would have waited in your tiny hallway with big eyes.

As soon as your brother steps out of the elevator, a huge smile appears on your face and you can barely hide your excitement, only to bite back an actual giggle at the sight of their intertwined hands.

"Please don't make this awkward", Hoon suddenly says and rolls his eyes as you step to the side to let him and his new girlfriend in and just when you're about to spit back a sassy comment, you watch in awe how Ning gently slaps his biceps and rolls her eyes in faux annoyance.

"Be nice to her, Sunghoon", she says and finally turns her whole attention on you, her pretty lips stretched into a huge grin before she cocks her head to the side and pushes them into a soft pout.

"You're so beautiful", Ning begins and for some reason you feel awfully flustered by her comment, the feeling of comfort and safety spreading in your chest, "I saw your pictures in his apartment but I knew you'd be even prettier in person. I'm Ning Yizhuo but you can just call me whatever feels right."

"I'm in love with you." As soon as the words leave your lips you both burst into laughter before Ning pulls you into a tight hug, her pretty hair styled into a messy bun yet perfectly matching the vibe of her black dress.

Once the three of you finally make it into your living room, Sunghoon introduces her to the rest of the group, Ning shooting the boys a polite and genuine smile, only to pull the other two girls into a greeting hug the way she did with you.

The following two hours are filled with lots of giggles, breathless chuckles, excited story telling and unpopular food opinions, only for the discussion to be ended by Hesseung as soon as Yuna starts threatening Jaeyun with her fork.

Every now and then you find yourself in a conversation with your brother's new girlfriend, her big eyes watching you with absolute adoration as you talk about your childhood and youth. Once the boys make their way to your balcony to enjoy their after dinner beer, you pop open another bottle of wine for your girls and get comfortable on your soft carpet, your attention never once shifting from the three women in front of you.

Despite only meeting her a few hours ago, you can't help but feel awfully comfortable around Ning, something about her aura and vibe easing the nervousness and worry in your chest and with every word she says as well as her interaction with your brother you catch yourself incredibly grateful.

"Okay, enough about me", Ning suddenly says and sets her wine glass down, her big brown eyes finding yours as a light blush makes its way through her foundation and you can't help but admire how pretty she looks, "how about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"

And as if he felt it in his soul, Heeseung steps back into your living room just on time to hear her question, his sudden presence driving the butterflies in your tummy absolutely crazy and you hate how you can barely hide your physical reaction from the girls.

"I don't", you sigh and finally answer Ning's question, only for her to raise her brows in surprise, "I've been quite busy with university and work, so I haven't really met anyone who caught my eye."

Yuna chuckles and you can feel Ryujin's pretty eyes bore into your side, both of them more than just aware of your current romantic status, yet purposely not adding or commenting anything to avoid awkwardness.

"Really? I thought you and Heeseung were a thing", she suddenly says and within a second your whole body tenses up, yet you don't dare even side eyeing said guy, who's been standing at the door to your balcony for the past two minutes.

"Oh", you whisper and quickly clear your throat, "no, we're just friends. He's my brother's best friend after all."

You're careful with your choice of words, too afraid of giving any type of hint regarding your current situation and you can barely ignore the tiny sting in your heart.

"I'm sorry if I'm being dumb but does that forbid you guys to date?"

Ning's question lingers in the air for far too long and with a soft sigh, yet not a single word, Heeseung just shoots you all a tight lipped smile and disappears in your kitchen, leaving behind an even heavier tension than before.

"I don't think Sunghoon would be very happy about it", you mumble and pull your knees to your chest in hopes of hiding your sudden mood change, "he always said he'd never approve of me dating one of his best friends."

You attentively watch the way Ning furrows her brows in confusion, lack of understanding lingering in her gaze as she looks at you.

"Why would his opinion even matter?" Her words simply leave you stunned. You never thought you'd have this conversation with your brother's girlfriend, a lot of factors quite unbelievable yet here you are.

"He's my brother, my only family. I could never date someone he doesn't approve of."

"Well, I get that part, I really do", Ning begins and takes another sip from her wine, "but only if it's about someone who's a bad person. Why wouldn't he wants his best friend, someone he knows like the back of his hand, to date his sister? And from the way he speaks of Heeseung I can definitely tell he's a good guy, so why wouldn't he be okay with it?"

You let out a deep sigh because in every other situation, she's probably one hundred percent right. Yet in your current one a promise made four years ago changes everything.

"I don't–"

But you don't get to finish your sentence as your brother and his other best friends stumble through the door into your living room, filling the tension in the air with silly laughter and deep voices.

"We'll talk about this over coffee and cinnamon rolls yeah?"

All you can do is nod appreciatively in response to Ning's words, swatting Hoon's noisy questions away like a fly before he plops down on the couch right next to her, throwing his arm over her shoulders and placing the most gentle kiss on her temple.

For some reason you can't help but feel frustrated and angry. Ning's right and you know it, yet you're also aware of how different everything is for the two of you and the fact life had decided to make this so difficult for you leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.

You absentmindedly collect all trash and empty plates from your little coffee table, your head filled with thousands of thoughts to the point where you forget about Heeseung's presence in the kitchen.

"Don't do that, my sweet girl", he suddenly whispers, not moving an inch from his spot at your sink, his voice gentle and filled with this certain type of agony you've come to hate from how much it's been hurting the both of you, "don't go there. It breaks my heart to see you like this."

You sigh softly, the urge to steal a kiss from him or at least a little touch to ease your nerves almost overwhelming you.

"Why is life like this to us?"

Heeseung's chest tightens at the despair and sadness in your voice, something he has and never and won't ever get used to when it comes to this topic.

"It's gonna be okay, baby, I promise", he whispers softly and glances to the door really quick before he wraps his fingers around your delicate wrist and pulls you into his arms, "Hoon's gonna stay over at Ning's place tonight, do you want me to sleep here?"

Without missing another beat your head shoots up from its comfortable place in the crook of his neck, your eyes big and glossy, not as sad as just a few seconds ago and a soft smile on your lips.

"I'd love that."

Yuna and Ryujin are the first ones to leave around midnight, both of them complaining about still having to finish packing their suitcases, followed by Jongseong and Jaeyun, who have started confessing their love to everyone in the room to the point where Sunghoon and Heeseung had to force them into an uber.

"Do you want us to drop you off, Seung?", Sunghoon says and zips up his jacket, quickly reaching for Ning's hand, inly for her to chuckle when he accidentally goes for his best friend's.

"If you want to fall asleep in my arms you have to buy me dinner first, Hoonie", Heeseung chuckles, yet from the tension in his body you can tell how nervous he is and you can't even blame him. It feels like your heart is about to jump out of your chest the more you think about your brother's reaction to his friend staying behind to "help" you with cleaning up.

"And no, thank you", he begins softly, quickly shifting his gaze to Ning and you're surprised he seems to feel just as comfortable with her as you, "I'm gonna stay here and help Y/N with the dishes and everything else. You guys made a fucking mess."

You don't even realise you've been holding your breath for the past minute until your brother starts nodding calmly, inly for said breath to hitch in your throat as soon as his thick brows furrow.

"Just the two of you?"

A soft sigh of disappointment falls past your lips and you know the kisses and cuddles you had been looking forward to won't be happening anytime soon, the tone of his voice giving away his suspicions and obvious dislike.

"If you're willing to wake up extra early tomorrow so we can get back here together, then I'll leave with you two. But I definitely won't let her do all of that by herself, she's been working so hard all day." Heeseung's sternness and confidence, as well as his words of praise and validation send chills down your body, hot jolts of arousal making their way in between your legs and all of a sudden the yearning in your chest becomes even heavier.

"Park Sunghoon", Ning suddenly steps in and places her pretty, ring clad hand on his cheek, turning his head to meet her gaze just a little further down, "they do not have to ask for your permission. Heeseung's a sweetheart like that and your sister is as exhausted as beautiful as she is."

You can't help but pout at Ning's gentle words and the way your brother melts into her touch to the point where he doesn't even care about your presence and casually places a soft kiss in her palm makes you smile. A wave of relief washes over you and when you give her one last hug before closing the door behind them, you don't even try to be subtle about how much you've missed him.

"Come here, pretty girl", Heeseung quickly says and pulls you into his arms again, this time guiding you to the couch and offering his lap to you.

After hours of being so close to him, yet never once getting the chance to touch him, you welcome his sweet offer with a tired smile, straddling his thighs and pressing yourself against his strong chest, humming against the soft skin of his neck and inhaling his scent the way you always do after a long day like this.

"Is it silly to think that maybe Ning's presence will

make it easier for Sunghoon to accept us?" Heeseung sounds thoughtful, a hint of hope lingering in his words and you know how heavy this has been on him, looking at the guy he owes his life to and lying to him with every word he says can't be easy on anyone.

"No", you reply quickly, "I think she'll play a big part in it and I'm honestly so grateful. It's like she waited for this to come into his life."

Heeseung nods, but doesn't say anything else.

The following few minutes pass by in absolute silence. Neither one of you says anything, simply because you don't have to. The feeling of his body so close to yours, his pretty hands on your back and soft lips on your forehead are everything you've ever needed and for the first time in weeks you focus on nothing but Lee Heeseung.

Unfortunately life has never been this kind to you for too long and just when your lids are growing heavier, the ringing of your phone right next to you pulls you back into reality.

"Who is that? It's past midnight on christmas eve", Heeseung wonders, only for your smiles to drop simultaneously as soon as your gazes fall to the name on your display.

"Don't pick it up, Baby", he whispers and looks at you with actual pain glistening in his eyes, "he's just going to ruin your night."

You know he's right because there has never, ever been a conversation between you and your father which didn't leave you in tears, something you've come to learn rather early on in your life.

Yet, you can't seem to stop yourself from actually considering it each and every time.

Your father, as well as your mother have never been good to you. Years of verbal, emotional and physical abuse fueling the hatred and disappointment in your chest with each memory flashing through your mind, yet with a soft sigh you climb off of your lover's lap and take a deep breath.

There's this voice of your inner child which giggles and tells you to give it just another try because maybe they changed, maybe your father finally stopped drinking himself into a slow death and maybe your mother has finally realised you're her daughter and not her rival. In moments like these you simply ignore your inner teen, the one who can barely breath from all the pent up anger and frustration in her chest, because you'd give everything in your power to give that tiny y/n in your heart another glimpse of hope. Because...maybe, right?

"Hello?"

"Wow, the queen has finally decided to deem us worthy of her time."

And within just a single second, you watch your little self hide behind the big figure of your older brother in hopes of shielding yourself from their words, only for them to aim right at the freshest wounds.

You never wanted a relationship or bond with your parents, you just wanted them to treat you like an actual human being, something you've found hard to believe after all the times you and Sunghoon had to patch the other up because you accidentally had forgotten about one of the thousand task they had assigned you to before they left to pretend like they're the perfect set of parents.

"What do you want?"

Thankfully you've managed to perfect your nonchalant voice when it comes to them, knowing them well enough to hide your tears to save yourself from their poison.

"Watch your fucking tone, you brat", your dad hisses, his words barely coherent, letting you know about the unhealthy amounts of alcohol in his system, "we had no choice, you didn't get back to me in weeks."

All of a sudden your most recent phone call with your father flashes through your head and this time you can't physically stop yourself from tearing up.

Shame and embarrassment overwhelms you, instinctively turning your back to Heeseung to make sure he doesn't see the thick veil of tears blurring your vision.

"I don't have it", you whisper and nervously scratch the skin of your neck, subconsciously hoping to ease the action of breathing only for the knot in your throat to grow bigger with each touch, "and even if I did, Hoonie would never let me send it to you."

"Don't say that fucker's name when you're talking to me", your father spits, the single mention of your brother enough to set him off in the worst way possible, "fucking loser thinks he's better than us because he's living in the capital city. Have you two finally fucked your way to the top yet, hm? The least you could do is send us the money we asked for."

None of his sentences connect, yet each word manages to slice another blade through your heart and by the time you make your way to your dining table, you can feel the blood staining yet another part of your soul.

"What the fuck are you even saying?", you hiss and grab your head in absolute disbelief, your brain slightly foggy from all the anger and sadness mixing in your veins.

"Watch that fucking tone or I'll have to teach it to you."

A threat, one you've heard one too many times in the past few years, from the moment you can actually remember it all the way up to your last week before you finally moved away from that hellhole of a childhood home.

Unfortunately, the distance doesn't make swallowing it any easier, but for some reason you don't feel afraid or scared anymore. He can't get to you, not anymore. He'd have to pass way too many people before he could ever lay his hand on you again.

"Fuck you", you press through gritted teeth as hot tears stream down your cheeks and your chest is uncontrollably heaving up and down, "I don't owe you a single cent and I'd rather kill myself before I give you anything, you fucking drunk."

Your words are harsh and brutal and nothing but the actual truth. As much as it breaks his heart, Heeseung knows you have to do this on your own. He'll pick up your pieces after you've won your fight, no matter how badly he wants to rip that phone from your grip and tell your disgusting sperm donor a piece of his mind.

Waves of pride and worry keep hitting him one after the other and for the first time in his life Heeseung has felt absolutely helpless.

Watching the love of his life choke on her tears as she finally confronts the parent who had miserably failed her makes him fall for you all over again. He's never been prouder of you.

"Oh, will you look at that? The fucking smalltown girl grew some balls in the big, big city of Seoul", he cooes, mockery and ridicule dripping from every single one of his words and you find yourself wondering what the fuck happened in his childhood for your father to have turned into actual human trash.

You still remember all the times you had still written him a card for fathers' day, your tiny soul wishing for nothing but a crumb of attention and maybe even appreciation, only for him to crumble and throw it all into the trashcan alongside your cards, right in front of your eyes.

"Listen to me, you stupid brat", he suddenly hisses and pulls you away from those sad and painful memories, with the aim to carve new ones into your brain, "your mother needs that fucking money and we all know you have it. You didn't fuck all those little ceos in the making for nothing, did you?"

"You're mental", you breathe when his accusation hits your soul, heart shattering into even more pieces at the realisation what your father has convinced himself of.

He has never hidden his hatred towards you and your brother, his black heart filled with nothing but anger and wratch every time he looked at the two of you, only to lose himself in teh somehow relieving feeling of physically hurting two little children.

You could have forgiven him so much. The drinking, the disgusting accusations and everything he's ever said and broke your heart with, but not the way he has treated your brother.

All those times Sunghoon had cried himself to sleep after he had promised to become successful and save you, as well as Heeseung, from this shithole of a smalltown coming to your mind, too weak to remember the ones when the physical exhaustion from the constant state of survival had taken over his tiny body.

"Yeah, whatever", your father just grunts and the sound of him taking another sip from his beer sends shivers of disgust down your spine, "just send us the fucking money."

"No", you take a deep breath and aggressively wipe away the tears, straightening your back in the process despite the fact he can't actually see you, but knowing you're actually standing up for yourself, mentally and physically, is enough for you, "and I'm going to get a restraining order against you for both me and Sunghoon. You can't hurt us anymore, I won't let you. Next time you or that fucking witch has the nerve to dial this number I'm gonna call the cops on your asses and make sure to mention all the times you forgot to pay your taxes because you almost choked on your own vomit, you piece of human shit. Go fuck yourself."

And with those words you finally end the call, missing the red button twice from the shaking of your hands, only to fall to your knees as soon as the display goes dark again.

Before your brain can even process your panic attack, you feel strong arms around your shoulders pulling you into an even stronger chest.

"It's okay, Baby", Heeseung's voice is muffled from the blood rushing in your ears and if it wasn't for the close proximity you're pretty sure you wouldn't have heard him in the first place, "look at me, princess. Eyes on me, come one."

For some reason your body just obliges to his request without an ounce of hesitation and with short breaths you finally manage to lift your head and meet the soft yet slightly panicked gaze of your lover.

"There you go, good job", Heeseung says, his hands embracing yours gently, "we're gonna take a few deep breaths together now, yeah? Easy, don't rush yourself."

As he slowly guides you through the process of deep inhales and exhales, you finally feel your lungs filling with enough oxygen again, your heartbeat slowing down until it's back to its regular pace and your ears stop ringing.

"That's it, Y/N", the sudden use of your name sends a tiny wave of panic through your body and with teary eyes you shake your head.

"Don't use my name", you whisper and your voice breaks at the end of your request, "please don't ever use my name."

"Anything you want, princess", Heeseung responds once your words slash through his heart, "my perfect little angel girl. I'm so, so fucking proud of you."

You don't even register making your way into your room, only finding your road back to reality when Heeseung gently pulls your dress over your head, leaving you in the matching pair of underwear, yet never once shifting his gaze from your face.

You can tell he's on the verge of crying. It's Lee Heeseung after all. The guy who can't ever hide his tears when the people he cares about are hurting.

Your kind hearted, sweet souled first and only love.

"Don't cry", you whisper breathlessly, wiping away a single tear which had managed to free its way down his cheek, "don't cry, my love."

"I'm sorry", Heeseung tries his best to stay composed but after watching the way you slowly broke down, he's been cutting his hands on the pieces while picking them up again and yet the aching in his heart is what is on the verge of breaking him.

"Tell me what to do, princess", he begs. Heeseung is begging, on his knees right in between your legs, his head hanging between his shoulders as he seems...defeated.

A sight you never thought you'd witness in this or any lifetime.

No matter what life had thrown his way, Heeseung has always stood up with his head held up high. Even after all the abuse from his widowed father who had always preferred to use anything but his fists on a tiny, powerless Heeseung.

You can't even remember seeing him like this after having to endure the death of his beloved mother at the young age of ten, something he never talks about because of how much it still gets to him.

With a soft sigh, you take his perfectly sculptured face into your hands and lift his head to look into his eyes, your heart breaking into yet another thousand pieces at the discovery of his tear stained cheeks.

"I want you to distract me, Heeseung", you finally say after contemplating whether or not to take this road for the past ten minutes.

You know it might not be the healthiest and most romantic way to handle things, yet you know yourself well enough to be sure there won't be anything as strong and overpowering as pleasure.

For a second, Heeseung doesn't quite understand what you mean. You can malmost see his brain working through your request before his bambi eyes widen just the tiniest bit and his pretty lips part in light surprise.

"You want me to eat you out?"

Hearing him say those lewd words out loud never fails to send shivers down your body, yet this time you simply can't hide just how much they fluster you.

"No", you whisper and don't wait any longer to avoid any further misunderstandings, "I want you to make love to me."

Those are words Heeseung had never, ever dared to dream of. Even in his favorite daydreams and fantasies, he never allowed himself to step past that line, knowing it'd be too heartbreaking if he did.

Yet here you are, asking him for something so intimate, so special, so surreal, he actually can't find a single word to day in response.

"Unless you don't want to", you smile gently, aware of the heaviness your request comes with. He just talked you through a panic attack and broke down in tears in front of you, there's no way you could ever blame him for denying it.

"I've never wanted anything as much as that, Baby", Heeseung breathes, his eyes darker than just a few seconds ago yet still so full of gentle adoration.

"I just don't want you to regret anything, you're not thinking clearly."

His concern is heartwarming and absolutely valid, but the longer you look at him, the worse your hunger for him becomes.

"I'd never regret anything about you, Lee Heeseung", you reply confidently, "you're everything I've ever wanted and waited for. It'd...be an actual dream come true if you were the one to take my virginity."

"Oh fuck", Seung's sudden grunt buzzes through your body as he buries his face in your inner thigh and tries his best to adjust himself in his pants, still not quite used to how quick is body reacts to you.

However, it doesn't take him as long to regain his composure as expected because before you can even think about biting your lip, Heeseung's made his way back onto his feet, his big hands on your cheeks as he looks down on your seated self.

"Thank you, Baby", he whispers and takes a deep breath, grazing his thumb over your bottom lip before he gently pushes it into your mouth, the action sending a hot jolt of arousal straight into your cunt, "this means the world to me and I promise I'll make it worth it."

With glossy eyes, all you can do is look up at him as you suck on his thumb the way you've been daydreaming about his cock and as soon as you hallow your cheeks, Heeseung gently pulls his hand away again.

You quickly take the opportunity to reach for his belt, unbuckling it clumsily as adrenaline finally makes it's way into your blood and all those dark thoughts disappear from your head. The only thing you can think about and focus on is Lee Heeseung, just the way you've always imagined it.

"Is my pretty girl this impatient, hm?" His chuckle flusters you and you can't help but look away, yet never once stopping the movements of your fingers.

"You're doing so well, Baby", he praises you softly, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand, "go ahead. Take them off, I know how badly you've been wanting to see it."

You hate how right he is. Sometimes you really tend to forget how obvious your mannerisms and facial expressions are to Heeseung, but he can't and won't ever blame you because you don't know just how much he's been studying you from afar, after all.

"Stop teasing me", you sigh and finally unzip his pants, your eyes widening just the tiniest bit at the sight of the impressive imprint of his cock against the fabric of his boxer briefs and for a moment you try to remember if your favorite toy is close to his size, only to realise it's far from it.

"Come up here, princess", Seung demands softly, his hand wrapped around your arm as he pulls you onto your feet right in front of him, finally raking the time to let his hungry eyes roam your pretty tits.

"I have an idea", he suddenly whispers against your lips, only to leave your head spinning by pulling you into a hungry kiss.

You try your best to catch up, but after all these hours of yearning for this particular type of affection, you can't get yourself to care about muffling your little moans and whimpers.

The way Heeseung grazes your tongue with his own, exploring your mouth like it's the first time and savoring every drop in his own like it's an actual treasure leaves you dizzy in the sweetest way possible.

"Where's your vibrator, pretty girl?"

That question leaves you absolutely flabberggasted to the point where you can't physically close your mouth as you stare at him in shock.

"Don't look at me like that, Baby", Seung just chuckles, "I know you have a few of those little friends and I'd love to use one on you to get you as wet and ready for me as possible."

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth within an instant, several waves of arousal breaking down on you until you actually feel like you're drowning, all while you're mourning yet another set of ruined panties because of Lee Heeseung.

"It's in the back of the top drawer, left side", you mumble shyly and watch the way Heeseung's eyes darken, a sight you've grown way too used to in the past few weeks.

"Stay here, don't sit down, please." Is the only thing he says before he rounds your bed and quickly follows your guidance, coming back with your red vibrating dildo in his big hands and all of a sudden you're wondering if you forgot its actual size or if his hands are just that huge.

"It's so cute", he giggles and you quickly swat your hand against his chest as your body grows hotter in response to the sight of him holding your toy.

"As soon as you feel uncomfortable you let me know, okay? I'm gonna take it slow but just know I will make you cum at least twice before I fuck you."

All you can do is nod. There's not a single word left in your vocabulary and you're pretty sure you'd choke on your own spit if you were ro verbally respond to him.

"Wanna unbutton my shirt, pretty girl?"

Another approving movement of your head gets you a quick 'tsk' from Heeseung and before you can think about it too much, you whisper a breathy "yes".

Just as you're lifting your arms to get to work, the soft buzzing of your vibrator has your head shoot up with big eyes.

"Focus on the buttons, pretty angel", Heeseung whispers calmly, his empty hand finding home on your soft hips before he moves the one holding the vibrator closer to your clothed cunt, the anticipation leaving you completely frozen.

"Baby", this time his voice is a little less soft than just a few seconds ago, "I am going to pull away every time you lose focus."

"You're being mean, Seungie", you pout and fist the material of his shirt in your right hand, the other one still placed on the button.

But he doesn't budge, no matter how much he just wants to push you into the soft mattress of your bed and have his way with you, Heeseung knows he has to prepare you for what's to come.

So with a soft sigh you go back to your assigned task, your fingers quickly fidgeting with the little button, only for your whole body to tense up as soon as the vibeation sensation of your toy rattles through you like a heavy thunder.

A high pitched whimper escapes your throat, your brain clouded by arousal and hunger in the exact way you never knew how to satisfy, only to realise it would have remained this way if it wasn't for the tall basketball captain in front of you.

With shaky hands you continue to unbutton the next two, your thighs firmly pressed together as your juices make a mess in the center of your panties and you're genuinely surprised how easily Heeseung found your sensitive bundle of nerves when it took your previous boyfriends a lot of guidance.

You can feel his hungry eyes on every single one of your movements, yet you don't dare looking up at him, way too close to your sweet relief to risk disobeying his orders.

"There you go, good girl", Heeseung whispers and places a soft kiss on your forehead, "just one more to go and then I'll let you cum, princess."

And just when you thought this was about to be the easiest orgasm you've ever reached, Seung calmly presses another button to intensify the vibration, which yet again leaves you completely helpless.

You stare at the last button of his shirt with widened eyes, your bottom lip firmly tugged away between your teeth as you try to hold back the row of moans threatening to escape, only to lose the fight miserably.

"You're close", it's a statement, yet a threat lingers in his tone, "I'd hurry up with that last one if I were you, pretty girl."

For the nth time this evening all you can do is nod in response to his words, nervously fumbling with the button between your fingers, yet failing one too many times.

The sweet taste of your relief has coated the entirety of your tongue and you can feel yourself tiptoeing on the edge, patiently waiting for him to apply just the right amount of pressure to finally push you over, and as soon as you're done, your head shoots up, a sight Heeseung has yet to get used to.

Eyes wide and glossy, swollen lips parted as moan after moan rolls off of your tongue, your hands tightening their grip with every wave of pleasure overwhelming your sensitive body and just when he nods do you finally stumble head first into your orgasm.

It doesn't take a lot for you to fall against his chest with a row of strained whimpers, your cunt clenching in despair from the lack of penetration and touch.

"Such a good girl for your boy, aren't you, Baby?"

You can barely get yourself to nod, to overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm and if it wasn't for his strong grip on your arms, you're pretty sure you would have fallen to the floor already.

"Now, come on", Seungie says calmly, "get on the bed so I can eat that pretty pussy before I make it mine."

For some reason, his words bring you back to reality in an instant and with another soft whimper you lift your head and look ag him in a way he's been dreaming about for years.

"It's already yours", you whisper and place a soft kiss on his chin, "it's always been yours, Heeseung."

"F-Fuck."

For the first time in too long you can actually watch the way he loses his composure, yet don't get enough time to soak it all in before he pulls away and takes his shirt off, revealing his toned torso and the few little tattoos you had only ever gotten a glimpse off the past few months.

You try your best to ignore the one on his collar bone, the knowledge of it being a friendship tattoo with your brother easily pushing the guilt in your stomach back up to the surface and with a soft sigh you shift your gaze to his pierced nipples, something you still have to get used to.

You still vividly remember the picture Jaeyun had sent you three years ago of them at the piercing studio on a random friday night, after Heeseung had lost a bet and actually got them pierced. To the question why he never took them out aftereards he simply replied with a shrug and a short "I kinda like them" and that's how you found yourself staring at them each and every time he takes his shirt off.

"I'll take a picture and hang it in your closet so you can stare at that instead", Heeseung chuckles and loves the fact he can actually watch you grow slightly flustered from his words, "now get on the bed, pretty girl."

You don't know how much time Heeseung spends with his head buried between your legs, his tongue eagerly lapping up every single drop of your sweet juices as he teases your sensitive clit with your vibrator until you're a puddle of moans and whimpers underneath him.

His words of praise and affirmation barely make their way through the heavy cloud of pleasure in your brain and you're pretty sure you've cum at least twice in the past five minutes, just adding two more strikes to the list of tonight's orgasms. You know it's because Heeseung's scared of hurting you, yet the urge to finally feel him inside of you has taken over every fiber of your being, so with your last strength you tighten your grip in his dark hair and pull him up to look at you.

And just as usual, you're met with the sight of a drunk Heeseung, something you've gotten used to in the past few weeks since the first time he had made you cum all over his face.

Cheeks flushes, eyes glossy, pretty lips swollen and glistening with your juices just like his cheeks as well as the tip of his red nose and his chin.

"Please, Seungie", you whisper and look at him with big eyes, your heart hammering brutally against your rib cage from the constant waves of adrenaline rushing through your veins, "I need to feel you inside of me."

"Beg a little more, pretty girl", he suddenly says and gives your sensitive clit one last kiss before he comes to kneel in between your legs, his cock still firmly hidden behind the fabric of his boxer briefs and you can't help but whimper at tte sight of a rather big, wet spot at the tip of his length.

"Stop being so mean to me", you whine and throw your head back, reaching for him and finally getting to feel his hardness in your hand, even if it's through his underwear. Because despite the two of you having had shared quite a few intimate experiences, Heeseung has been vehemently denying you his cock just to make sure you know your pleasure is his absolute priority.

"Never", is the only thing he responds before he – finally – reaches for the hem of his boxers and slowly pulls them down his thick thighs.

With big eyes and anticipation boiling in your veins, you never once avert your gaze and realise you've been holding your breath as soon as his pretty cock comes in view.

Long and just thick enough to scare you, slightly curved towards his angey tip, veiny and about a shade darker than his actual skin tone. Lee Heeseung's cock is pretty. There's absolutely no other way for you to describe him and you don't feel ashamed about it at all.

Thinking about your ex boyfriends' manhoods, you can't really say the same thing and at this point you're pretty sure it's because of how obsessed and in love you are with him, but you never once imagined it to be any different.

A man as pretty as Heeseung could only have a pretty cock, it'd be a failure of destiny if it wasn't the case.

"Stop staring, pretty girl", Heeseung chuckles nervously and wraps his big hand around his shaft, giving himself a few good strokes and you can't help but press your thighs together at the sight.

"Do you have condoms?"

The question pulls you back into your bubble and with a soft sigh of disappointment, you nod.

In moments like these you definitely wished you hadn't stopped taking your birth control, yet after your latest boyfriend, you just didn't think all the side effects and hormonal struggles it comes with was worth it.

"Don't be so sad, Baby", Heeseung mumbles and reaches for the drawer of your nightstand, this time the one on the right, "one day I'll fill you up with my cum just how you want it. But it'll be to put a baby in that pretty belly of yours. So, you gotta be patient for a little longer, yeah?"

His words send hot jolts of arousal straight into your cunt, your need for him so intense to the point where you can't physically stop yourself from arching your back.

"That's my girl", Heeseung whispers and rolls the condom over his length in one swift movement.

"Considering the size of your cute toys, you do have lube somewhere, don't you, Baby?"

This time you simply roll your eyes and reach to the left side of your bed, quickly finding the bottle of lube you usually keep close when your little daydreams become too much and with a soft sigh, you hand it to him.

You carefully watch the way he squirts a good amount into the palm of his right hand before he yet again wraps it around his cock and starts stroking himself.

Heeseung throws his head back with a loud moan as he tries to prepare himself for one of his biggest dreams to come true after years of hiding behind all of the fantasies and mental images.

"Look at me, please", you whisper, too far gone to focuso on the shame and embarrassment bubbling up in your throat.

"Your wish is my command, princess. Always and forever."

Heeseung takes another deep breath before he actually follows your request, his hooded eyes finding yours as he comes to hover over you, reaching for both of your hands before he intertwines your fingers with his and pulls you into a soft kiss. One that holds all the emotions you've always dreamed of feeling in your chest during your first time.

Heeseung never once averts his gaze from yours as he reaches in between your bodies and lines his tip up with your tight entrance, his fingers finding your sensitive clit soon after, rubbing gentle circles into the bud as he slowly pushes himself in just enough to stretch you out the tiniest bit.

"I'm so in love with you, princess."

He suddenly whispers against your lips, his eyes filled with honesty and absolute pureness.

His words take your breath away and easily manage to shift your whole attention on him instead of the slight sting, tears welling up in your eyes when your brain finally processes his love confession.

"I've always loved you and there has not been and won't ever come a day where it's gonna be different", Heeseung sighs and you can tell he's trying to suppress his noises of pleasure as he pushes more of himself inside of you, his fingers not once stopping their movements.

You try to handle everything that's currently happening, yet your brain can barely focus on his sweet words as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge with each sweetly painful push.

"There you go, that's my girl", Heeseung whispers and finally moans into your mouth when your seeet cunt suddenly starts convulsing around his thick cock in just the right way, your spongy walls adjusting to his size like they were made for him, waiting for nobody but him all this time.

For the first time in his life, Seung feels like cumming on the spot, barely half way inside of the sweetest pussy he's ever had the privilege of tasting, your sweet moans and whimpers nothing but music to his ears, a melody so angelic, he's actually convinced he's finally made his way to heaven.

"I l-love you", you finally manage to say, the words barely coherent as they're drowned by your moans and you're surprised just how good it feels to be filled in such an intense way, "I'm so in love with you, Lee Heeseung."

Saying these words out loud feels like an actual dream. In all these years of being in love with him, you never dared to even come close to fantasies like this, the aftermath usually too heartbreaking and devastating for you to even risk it. And yet nothing has ever felt as relieving and fulfilling as your first, and probably onyl love confession.

"Oh, fuck." Heeseung's voice is strained and raspy, on the verge of turning hoarse from his constant throaty moans which have been clouding your brain in the sweetest way possible.

"Do you think you can cum for me, Baby?"

You quickly nod in response, physically unable to form any proper sentences and just when you think you've reached your limit, Heeseung finally bottoms out and knocks the last bits of oxygen out of your lungs.

"Oh, my fucking God", you breathe, tears of joy and happiness stinging in your eyes and as soon as Heeseung's gaze falls on your face, worry washes over his soft features.

"I'm okay", you quickly reassure him, using your free hand to grab his cheek gently, hot tears leaving a burning trail as they slide down your temples, "I promise, these are good tears. I'm just – so happy."

"Me too, princess", Heeseung sighs and you're fascinated by the way you can actually watch a thick veil of tears appear in his big bambi eyes, "this is everything I've ever wanted. Thank you for l-loving me. Thank you so much."

You're so caught up in his sweet words, you barely notice how he slowly starts moving his hips, pulling his length out of your sensitive cunt just enough to elicit a moan from your sore throat, only to firmly thrust himself back inside of you.

It doesn't take him too long to find a steady rhythm, yet his movements seem sloppy and uncoordinated, his moans growing louder and deeper with every single thrust.

"I'm so fucking close, Baby", Heeseung grunts and buries his face in the sweaty crook of your neck, littering the skin in open mouthed kisses, "do you think you can cum with me? Or does it – ngh, fuck – does it hurt too much?"

"Can do it", you whimper and push your hand into his hair, grabbing a fistful of his dark strands and taking a deep breath as you focus on the pressure on your clit.

"That's my good girl", Heeseung presses through gritted teeth and finally pulls away to look at you again, "I'm so proud of you, Baby. My perfect little angel girl. My biggest dream. My first and only love."

And maybe it's all the pent up frustration, anticipation and hope, and maybe it's those last five words of his which finally push you over the edge, but as you stumble head first into yet another orgasm, you simply can't get yourself to care enough.

Despite losing yourself in the sweet waves of your high, you don't let yourself miss the opportunity to finally watch Heeseung reach his own as well, having waited too long to let this particular moment slip through your fingers.

With a row of moans and grunts, his pretty eyes roll into the back of his head, swollen bottom lip firmly pulled between his perfect teeth as he finally cums inside the condom, the sight so beautiful, you wish you could engrave it into your memories forever.

You don't know how much time passes until Heeseung finally gets himself to pull out, the overstimulation becoming too much for the both of you and before you can even think about doing anything, Heeseung comes to lay next to you and quickly pulls you into his arms.

"I love you so much", he whispers and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, your lids heavy and the exhaustion of the evening finally catching up on you.

"I love you, too, Lee Heeseung", you whisper and reach for his hand, placing it on your cheek, "so much."

And as you slowly drift off into your well deserved sleep, Heeseung can't help but throw how head back as tears of joy and relief finally fight their way out and for the first time in his life something actually feels absolutely right.

He never thought he'd have the chance to build a friendship with you and yet here he is, his biggest dream now reality and after all these years of wondering why life was the way it was, he can't do anything but feel a wave of genuine gratitude fload his system.

You're his.

And he's finally home.

← 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 →

(A/N: After a whole week of absence, I came back with this big boy and really hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did. I know some of you might think the sex part was rushed but to me it fits perfectly plus i really wanna write a little more smut in this fic and had to get to the point so yeah 💀 anyway, thank you guys SO much for all the love and support. sending everyone kisses. feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!!! 🥺🩷🧸)

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@blakbonnet @saltpepperbeard Your post has come to fruition…this comic hurt my teeth with its sweetness!! I should apologize for how long it is but...I won't.

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ID: 1. Full body of Stede and Ed standing in an 80s grocery store. Ed, wearing a black tee shirt tucked into lightwash jeans, black boots, a light blue handkerchief in his back left pocket, and his hair in a high ponytail, is standing with an empty grocery cart with both hands on the handle and one foot up on the bottom basket. He glances from the empty cart and then to Stede, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Stede, wearing a retro-patterned teal and purple short sleeved button up tucked into pleated khaki slacks, brown leather loafers, and a gold watch, his hair swept back in a big feathered quiff, holds his hands up defensively with a nervous smile. He says, “Oh- Darling, no. No, no, I’m too big!”

2a. Ed begins to stalk towards Stede with a mischievous grin, arms out in a grabbing motion. Stede backs up, smile growing even as his eyes narrow in warning and his hands try to bat him away. “Ed.” he says shortly. 2b. Ed darts forward and grabs Stede around the waist, scooping him up over his shoulder. Stede bursts into laughter, face going red, and yells “Ed! Put me down, you’ll hurt yourself!” 2c. Ed walks back toward their cart with Stede flopped over his shoulder and sings, “Nonsense, love!” In the background, there is a young brown woman wearing a patterned jumpsuit with long dark feathered hair facing the shelves as she browses cereal. There is a baby over her shoulder wearing teal overalls who catches Stede’s eye as they pass and reaches out a chubby little hand to wave at him in solidarity. Stede waves back automatically, clearly embarrassed but unable to stop smiling.

3a. Ed half-falls into the cart with a punched-out “Oof!” as he flops Stede down into it butt-first, his face buried in Stede’s chest and Stede’s legs flying up around him. 3b. Ed lifts himself up with his arms braced on either side of Stede, nose-to-nose with his husband who has sat up in the cart with a silly grin, one leg thrown over the side. Ed continues the previous conversation with a soft smile, “It’s like holding a couple of grapes.” 3c. Ed closes the last inch between them to smack a kiss on the tip of Stede’s nose. Stede reddens and snorts out a laugh.

4. Close up on the woman in their aisle as she chooses a cereal called “Matey Puffs” featuring a white cartoon Blackbeard with a hook hand. She glances over in confusion at Ed and Stede as they zoom away, Stede tucked in the cart and Ed driving, both giggling uncontrollably. The baby continues to wave after them.

5. Text reading “Later…”

6a. Stede and Ed waiting in line at the checkout. Stede is still in the cart, knees pulled to his chest, now surrounded by piles of groceries including a bottle of L&P soda, a bag of shredded cheese, a head of romaine lettuce, a bottle of wine, a few packs of meat, a bag of apples, a bag of Twisties, a loaf of bread, a bag of Roshuns, several packs of spaghetti, and a few miscellaneous cartons and jars. Ed, one hand on the cart handle, suddenly smacks the heel of his other hand against his forehead with a “duh!” expression. He exclaims, “Oh, shit! We forgot the oranges!” Stede turns his head around shoot him an annoyed look and replies, “What?? That’s the whole reason we came!” 6b. Ed runs off in a cloud of dust, shouting behind him, “BRB, Baby! Kiss kiss!” Stede cranes his neck after him in panic, unable to move from his grocery prison, calling, “Wai- Ed! Ed!!” 6c. Stede turns back around, red faced, sweating with nerves, and now a middle aged man alone in a full grocery cart. In front of him in queue is a bald man resembling Black Pete in a white suit with the sleeves rolled up, pushing his own cart. Behind him are an older dark-skinned woman with short gray hair wearing a puff sleeve shirt, long pink skirt, and pearls, holding a full basket with both hands and a large Māori man resembling Fang in a pink polo shirt and pleated khakis with a bag of dog food under one arm. They both step forward automatically to fill Ed’s vacated space.

7a. The older woman leans forward toward Stede with a small smile, saying, “You and your husband are very sweet.” Stede cranes his neck around to smile at her nervously, replying, “Oh! Thank you…” 7b. The woman loosens one hand from her basket to place it on Stede’s cart, continuing, “Let me push you forward, the queue is moving.” Stede drops his chin to his chest in relief, breathing out a much more genuine “Thank you.”

8a. Text at the top reads “9 minutes later”; Stede has reached the front of the line. The employee, who resembles Izzy, is wearing a blue striped button up and red bow tie under a yellow apron and stands, one hand hovering over the register as he stares down silently at Stede. Stede, looking small and scared, barely able to peek over the edge of the counter, stares back sweatily with wide eyes and says, “Ummm…” 8b. The employee startles as Stede cracks his head back and screams at the top of his lungs, “Ed!! Darling, where are you?? We have a problem!!”

9a. Ed suddenly zooms into view holding a bag of oranges, sliding smoothly between Stede and the register with a grin and a wink. He says, “Never fear, my love! I’m here!” Stede smiles hugely at him, full of relief and love. Behind them, the Izzy-like employee just glares at them, looking extremely tired, revealing he is wearing a large anachronistic button that says “service with a smile”. Stede cries, “You came back!” Ed replies, “Never left.” Both their speech bubbles are filled with pink hearts. 9b. Text in parentheses at the top says “he really didn’t.” We now see Ed from earlier, already holding the bag of oranges, peeking out from behind a shelf with a warm expression. He giggles, one hand to his cheek, as he observes Stede’s predicament from afar. Offscreen, Stede is saying, “Oh- Louise, we’re moving again.” Louise, presumably the older woman behind him in line, responds, “I’ve got you!” Stede continues, “Haha, getting awfully close to the front, aren’t we… I wonder what’s taking Ed so long…” /end ID

#ofmd #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #modern ofmd #80s aesthetic #mlm #our flag means death #my art #fanart #image described #bob damrons handkerchief code may be required reading but there r lots of fun easter eggs #originally i was like hehe what if the baby was jim but i was like no then everyone would be way younger but #who cares baby jim

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Puppy Love / Kid Vaggie Crossover

Thank you, @intrinsicepiphany for the fun idea!

Hazbins: (scrambling around the hotel while carrying cushions and pillows)

Kid Vaggie: (flying around the ceiling, weaving through lights and chandeliers, and giggling) Weeeeee~

Charlie: Vaggie! Vaggie! You've been up there for an hour, sweetheart! Can you please come down before your wings give out?

-KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!-

Emily: (squeaks through the door of the hotel) Hi, Charlie! Sorry for dropping in last minute. Sera wanted to get those reports on-

Kid Vaggie: Yaaaawwwwwn~ (droopy eyes) Nigh-Night.... (slowly coasts down to the ground)

Charlie: I can't believe I'm saying this, but, Emily, catch her! It's Vaggie!

Emily: (looks up and sees a sleeping, curled up Kid Vaggie sucking her thumb and gliding in her direction) Hup! (jumps up with a flap of her wings and catches Vaggie, cradling her in her arms) I got her!

Charlie: Whew! Thank you so much!

Emily: (slowly fluttering back to the ground) Now, what did you say about Vaggie? And who is this adorable little cherub?

Charlie: Her. That's literally Vaggie. For some reason, she transformed into a toddler. First, it was me, and then-

Emily: (blushes brightly as she looks down at the sleeping toddler in her arms. Daydreams suddenly whirl through her mind in rapid succession)

Scene 1: Emily and Vaggie on a moonlit date in heaven.

Scene 2: Vaggie kneeling down on one knee with a ring box and Emily flapping her wings excitedly as she cries.

Scene 3: Wedding in Heaven with Charlie being Emily's Maid of Honor and Vaggie wearing a full suit.

Scene 4: Vaggie wearing slacks and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and her hands on a prominent baby bump under Emily's dress.

Scene 5: Emily laying in bed with a newborn baby. Baby has dark skin, white freckles, silver hair and wings, and pink eyes. Vaggie is holding Emily's hand while kissing the new mother tenderly on the head.

Emily: (catatonic, blushing, sweating, and wobbly on her feet)

Charlie: Whoa! (takes Kid Vaggie before Emily can faint) Emily, are you okay?!

Emily: (shuffles over to the window, gets on her knees, and prays) Our Holy Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come-

Charlie: Uhhhhh.... (glances at sleeping Vaggie in her arms and gets similar daydream scenes buzzing through her mind but replaced herself with Emily as she heats up exponentially) Whoooooooooooa.... wobbly...... need to sit down.

Angel: Whoa! I gotcha! (catches Charlie and sits her down in the chair next to where Emily is still praying) I'll take Vags up to her room and put her to bed. (grabs Vaggie and gets similar daydreams but with Husker and having a perfect cat-spider baby) Yikes! Okay, that makes sense. Let's get this little pipsqueak to bed so I can stop daydreaming.

#puppy love #kid vaggie #puppy love au #kid vaggie au #chaggie #emily #charlie #vaggie #angel #huskerdust #baby fever #protective charlie #hazbins #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel incorrect quotes #daydreams

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elliesbelle · 10 months

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nobody compares to you

chapter 10

pairing: ellie x reader

synopsis: you're in your junior year of college and at a party, you run into the girl who broke your heart: ellie williams. despite the time it took to reset your life, will you risk a broken heart again for her?

content warnings: modern college au, cursing, angst, descriptions of alcohol, straight men eww, unwanted advances, reader is implied to be shorter than both abby and ellie (if you think you're not, let's just pretend for a line or two for the sake of storytelling lol), descriptions of sexual harassment, descriptions of physical violence, minors do not interact

word count: 5.5k

chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen

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Friday night came a little too quickly for your liking. After much consideration, you’d settled on a pink bomber jacket with a white corset top and black leggings for your outing at the Bow and Arrow. You contemplate wearing your usual black boots, but you decide for tonight to give your feet a rest from being covered with painful blisters. While you meticulously add finishing touches to your makeup, your phone buzzes furiously on your bathroom counter. You tap it to reveal a text from Abby.

You allow yourself a tiny smile at Abby’s banter before setting your phone back down.

After you decide that you’re satisfied with your appearance, you spray yourself with hints of a freesia perfume Tara had gifted you for your birthday last year. Normally, you’d wear your signature lavender fragrance, but you’d figured that even tiny advances outside of your comfort zone were a good, healthy first step to moving forward with your life. You wonder silently if Abby would notice and like it.

You spend the next couple of minutes pacing all around your living room, occasionally bouncing up and down on your tiptoes in sheer nervousness. When you hear three gentle knocks on your front door, your heart jumps out of your chest. You breathe in deeply from between pursed, painted lips, just the way your old therapist taught you, before striding over to anxiously turn the doorknob and reveal Abby waiting expectantly.

She was wearing a brown, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up over her muscled forearms and the top two buttons undone. Her dirty blonde hair was in her usual tight braid and fell down her back. She has her hands tucked into the front pockets of her black slacks and upon laying eyes on you, her face breaks out in a wide smile.

“Well, good evening, pretty lady,” She greets you. “You look very nice tonight.”

“You’re looking pretty suave yourself,” You reply, ignoring the rising heat in your cheeks.

Abby smirks.

“You ready to go?” She asks.

“Mhmm,” You murmur, reaching for your purse & keys from the entryway table before closing and locking your front door behind you. “Lead the way, Miss Anderson.”

You and Abby chat about your respective days on the way to the Bow and Arrow. You take the bus part-way, sitting next to her towards the back. It isn’t lost on you the way Abby’s hand twitches almost expectantly to hold yours, but you can’t summon enough courage in the moment to welcome the action. Though your body yearned for the physical intimacy, something else inside didn’t feel right just yet. However, you did at least allow yourself to take Abby’s hand for a few, short moments when she helped you out of your seat, and then again when she helped you hop off of the bus.

The sun had almost entirely set by now, your shadows mainly illuminated by the lampposts and lights from the nearby shops and restaurants along the street. After several minutes of skipping next to Abby, you start to see the vague outline of the Bow and Arrow from a distance. Your fingers start to nervously fidget and you feel yourself chewing the inside of your lip in apprehensive anticipation.

Making up an excuse to turn around and go home right now would be simple enough, though a little sudden and impolite. For the past day, you’d been trying to focus diligently on your schoolwork and classes so as not to dwell too far on what tonight could bring. However, the reality was starting to set in and your hands became clammier with every tentative step you took towards your destination. Perhaps it was a preemptively good idea not to take Abby’s hand earlier.

You turn towards Abby, who hasn’t noticed your apparent restlessness. She looks completely at ease, confident as she always was. She oozes of enthusiasm, clearly looking forward to the night out. You sigh discreetly, resolving to at least make an effort to live it up, even just for a few hours. You make sure not to let your eyes wander too far towards the familiar, dark alleyway next to the bar.

When reaching the entrance, you’d already pulled out your ID to flash at the bouncer, who lazily glances at it before handing it back to you and nodding you forward. The bouncer doesn’t card Abby and instead, gets up from their stool to clasp her hand and pat her back.

“Yo, what’s up, Anderson?” The bouncer says in welcome.

“Hey, Cam,” Abby replies. “Didn’t know you were working tonight.”

“We’re not all doctors, man. Gotta pay those bills somehow.”

“Not a doctor yet, dude.” Abby chuckles.

“Yeah, yeah,” The bouncer waves her off nonchalantly. “You go enjoy your night.”

You stand there and watch the interaction in both awkwardness and admiration. Abby really did know everyone around, even outside of campus.

“Come on,” Abby motions you to follow her. “I think I see some of my friends here already.”

You nod your head and trail after her timidly.

Your wary eyes explore the bar, slowly taking in how it’s changed since the last time you’d visited. They’d added another TV among the line-up against one of the walls, and there were numerous amounts of low-lit string lights now hanging from the ceiling. You recognize a couple of the bartenders working tonight, in addition to a few more who seemed fairly new. They’d hung up a large version of the original rainbow Pride flag by a window in the front right next to the blue-pink-and-white transgender one. But even with these few new changes, the place looks generally the same. You secretly wish it didn’t, afraid that the daunting familiarity might trigger some unpleasant memories.

Abby leads you towards a group of people gathered around one of the wall-mounted television screens where a Nintendo 64 was hooked up to. Three of them were engaged in an intense game of Mario Kart, all yelling at each other over both the race course music and a SZA song currently blasting through the bar’s speakers. Their spectating friends were heckling genially and cheering them on as the race ended with whichever player competing as Yoshi finishing in first place.

“That’s how it’s done, bitches!” A guy who you recognize as Abby’s friend Jordan from the other day proclaims in triumph.

“Whatever, asshole. You only won ‘cause I slipped on a banana peel during the second lap.” A girl wearing a black leather jacket to his left complains.

“Excuses, excuses,” Jordan waves off, shaking his head mockingly. “Sounds like a serious skill issue to me.”

“Leah, you better get your man right now before I beat his ass.”

As you and Abby approach the group, one of her friends leaning against the wall looks up from the bickering to meet Abby’s gaze.

“Yo, Abs, finally!” He says, beckoning her over. He was a tall, beefy man with his black hair tied up in a man bun and his face covered with a full beard. You knew he was one of Abby’s close friends, but you couldn’t remember which one he was.

“You missed me that much, Alvarez?” Abby taunts, nudging him in the shoulder before grasping his outreached hand in greeting.

“Cocky asshole,” Her friend chuckles. “Please save me from the torture of watching Jordan and Nora bitch at each other over this game all night.”

“Why’d you even let them near this again after the last time we were here?”

Abby and her friend jest for a moment or two before you’re eventually acknowledged.

“So anyway, who’s this?” He asks.

“Oh, right—” Abby says apologetically before introducing you.

“Nice to meet you,” Her friend responds. “Manny. Have we met before?”

“I’m not sure, honestly,” You admit. “I haven’t really been the most social or noticeable person of late.”

“Pretty girl like you? Nah, I’m sure that’s not true.” Manny remarks boldly.

You freeze at his unwanted flattery, which Abby doesn’t notice. You wonder internally what the hell her obviously and painfully straight guy friend was doing at this lesbian bar.

Abby proceeds to acquaint you with the rest of her friend group: Jordan, Leah, Nora, Nick, and Jay. Jordan, Nora, and Jay were the three holding the controllers connected to the video game console, each either saying hello or nodding towards you in friendly greeting. The guy Nick who wore a black beanie raised his can of beer towards your direction when Abby introduced him before uttering a simple “wassup” to you. Next to Jordan is a girl with long black hair tied back in a low ponytail. Abby introduces her as Leah, after which she smiles sweetly at you.

After she’s named all her friends, Abby turns towards you.

“Wanna grab a drink?” She questions.

“Yes, please.” You reply gratefully.

You follow her to the semi-crowded bar where she settles on a somehow unoccupied barstool, you taking a seat on the one next to her.

“What would you like, pretty girl?” Abby asks.

“Umm, vodka cranberry, maybe?” You say.

Abby smiles and nods before raising her hand to grab the attention of a bartender. After a few moments, she’s able to flag one down.

“Can I get a vodka cranberry and a blue motorcycle?” She yells over the music, pulling out her wallet and handing over her credit card. “And start a tab?”

“No worries, Abby,” The bartender smiles, taking her card. “Light ice on the motorcycle?”

“Please.”

The bartender nods as they swipe Abby’s card on the POS system before handing it back to her and walking to the side to prepare your drinks.

“So you come here a whole lot, huh?” You remark as you both wait.

“What makes you say that?” Abby asks, turning her body to face you better.

“Everyone around here seems to know who you are.”

“Nah, I’m just that cool and hot and popular that just about everyone knows my name anywhere I go.” Abby teases arrogantly.

You laugh, rolling your eyes at her cockiness.

“You are so full of yourself, Miss Anderson.”

“Anything to make you laugh, pretty girl.”

You and Abby banter for a minute or two before your respective drinks are placed in front of you, the bartender additionally handing you each a napkin.

“Okay, so what the hell did you order?” You inquire of Abby, eyeing her turquoise-coloured beverage.

“You’ve never had a blue motorcycle before?”

“Hey, I’m a simple gal; I know only like, four or five different names of basic alcohol. Two of which are vodka.”

Abby throws her head back, laughing boisterously.

“Oh, man, are you really that much of a grandma?” She teases you.

“Absolutely,” You joke. “I just shape-shifted for tonight to give the appearance of a 20-something-year-old college student so as not to be judged for my wild, party animal habits.”

“God, you are so nerdy,” Abby chuckles. “Good thing you’re really cute.”

You roll your eyes at her once more before taking a sip of your drink.

“How’s your very basic and boring vodka cranberry?” Abby quips.

“Oh, fuck off,” You giggle. “How’s your weird, little smurf drink?”

“Extremely delicious, thank you so much for asking.” She responds. “Want a taste?”

You grimace.

“What!” Abby exclaims, chuckling.

“I’m not exactly the most adventurous when it comes to what I put in my body.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” Abby offers, sliding over her blue drink towards your direction.

“What the hell is even in it?”

“Oh, just try it, you fucking wimp!”

You whine in hesitation before bringing the cup up to your pursed lips, taking the most minuscule of sips.

“Oh, come on!” Abby complains as you place the drink back down. “That was barely fucking anything!”

“You wanted me to drink it, so I drank it!”

“Chug it like a fucking man!”

“Are you trying to get me drunk tonight, Miss Anderson?”

“Drink it.” Abby tauntingly asserts.

You purse your lips once more before relenting to take a much bigger gulp from the cup. As you slam the drink back down onto the bar and slide it back towards Abby, you scowl at the mixture of different flavours staining the surface of your tongue.

“What the hell did you just fucking poison me with?” You grumble, your mouth salivating in disgust.

“Calm down, you big baby, it’s just some basic liquor with a bit of Blue Curaçao mixed in.” Abby chuckles. “You know, rum, tequila, gin.”

“Oh god, tequila?” You anxiously chuckle. “Well, get ready for just about anything to happen tonight.”

“Oh?”

“Tequila is my sworn enemy and weakness.” You admit. “Never know what’s gonna happen when I’ve got that shit in my system.”

“Is that so?” Abby asks, placing her elbows on the bar and her chin on top of her interlocked hands. “I’m very much intrigued to know more.”

“I’m sure you are.” You say, taking a generous sip from your own drink.

“Any other weaknesses that you care to share with the class?” She coaxes.

You lean in close enough for her to hear you whisper pointedly, “I guess you’ll just have to find out for yourself, Miss Anderson.”

As the night goes by gradually and the more intoxicated you get, the more at ease you begin to feel. Abby’s friends eventually reveal that a local band was going to be playing a few songs live on the rooftop dancefloor later on, and you all liquor up in case they turn out to be an amateur disaster.

Though they weren’t exactly your crowd, Abby’s friend group was generally amiable and sociable. She made sense amongst them, all of them having established a repartee with her and not being intimidated like a lot of people were. You didn’t care much for her guy friends, who were slightly crude & vulgar and all of whom you could easily tell were straight and who you felt had no place being in a lesbian bar. But with the rest, you generally got along well with.

You piece together that the nice girl Leah is Jordan’s girlfriend from the way they stuck to each other’s side as much as possible. She was friendly, always including you in the conversations and acknowledging when you spoke.

Often standing beside her was Jay, who Abby at some point quietly whispers to you is her best friend. Next to Abby, she was the most outwardly lesbian-looking one in the group. She wore a sports cap backwards over her long, straight black hair and a grey hoodie underneath an old, dishevelled jean jacket. Her fingers were decorated with several silver rings, and you saw hints of tattoos whenever she would stretch her arms out and cause her sleeves to ride up slightly. Her rather short stature was dwarfed by her rambunctious character, often making you giggle at her drunken jabs at straight people.

The girl Nora was who aroused the most curiosity from you out of the whole friend group. She was slim, athletic-looking, and very beautiful. Her dark, kinky hair was worn in a tight, high bun, apart from a few ringlets that fell effortlessly down the sides of her face. She wore a tight, black leather jacket that hugged her form nicely. From both her physical appearance and disposition, she gave off the vibe of the beautiful, mysterious love interest to the main character in a romantic indie film. She seemed to have this easy, welcoming banter with everyone, especially Abby. You wonder to yourself if there was something there between them before realizing that it was none of your business.

You were surprised at how much of a good time you were having. Abby was by your side for most of the night, often nudging your shoulder playfully, explaining references, or whispering flirty comments in your ear. She paid for both of your drinks, to which you reprimanded her for the entire time, even up until she closed out her tab when you’d both had enough to drink. You were enjoying yourself to the point where you’d almost forgotten the significance this bar held for you.

A little while before the promised local band were set to make their appearance, another friend of Abby’s belatedly joined the group.

A gust of cold, autumn wind blew in unkindly from the outside when the front door of the bar opened to receive another patron. Your eyes unwittingly wander towards the movement, suddenly widening when they fall on the face of the familiar newcomer.

Your ex-girlfriend Adriana strides into the bar, scanning the place for her friends. Your rattled and petrified state is short-lived when Jordan spots her as well and hails her over.

“Yo! Adriana! Over here!” He calls.

As Abby and the rest of her friends greet her and playfully berate her for her tardiness, you shrink behind the group as you attempt to compose yourself. Though it had ended amicably between you two, it had still been several years since you’d actually come face-to-face with Adriana. You’d never established a friendship with her afterwards despite it all, still feeling too much guilt for hooking up with her friend almost immediately after your breakup.

Adriana leisurely makes her way through the group, greeting each one jovially. After she laughed at an inside joke Nora had uttered to her, you concede silently that you couldn’t avoid being seen by her any further, not without resorting to running to the bathroom and hiding for the rest of the night. You slowly step out behind Abby’s tall, burly figure, attempting not to draw attention to yourself and trying to ease back into the situation naturally.

After a few moments, Adriana’s eyes fall on you. You see the recognition slowly setting in by the expression on her face and once you can tell that she’s realized who you were, she gives you a small smile. She doesn’t say anything to you and continues to engage in conversation with others, but you feel a little less awkwardness after you return her smile. Though your chest still feels a bit tight from the tension, you’re slightly more relieved and at ease knowing that Adriana still kept her word after all these years of having no ill will towards you.

Several minutes after Adriana’s arrival, you saw other patrons starting to head towards the rooftop, and your group eventually followed suit. Once you reach the next floor, you see a small stage where a few instruments were already in place and a couple of band members were setting up for the show. Your group chatters amongst themselves as you all wait patiently.

Abby taps your shoulder at one point to let you know she was heading back down to use the restroom for a second. You giggle and tell her she didn’t need to let you know, to which she rolls her eyes humorously and promises she won’t be gone for too long. As she walks away, you realize that on her other side was Adriana and that you were now stuck standing side-by-side with each other.

“H-hey, Adriana.” You say, giving her a slightly uncomfortable smile.

“Hey. Didn’t know I was gonna see you here tonight.” She responds lightheartedly.

“Yeah, Abby invited me out.” You explain.

“Oh, I see. I didn’t know that you two still talked.”

“Honestly, we reconnected only recently.”

“Ahh, I see.”

There was a moment or two of silence where you were unsure of how to proceed with the conversation. Luckily, Adriana seemed comfortable enough to continue speaking.

“So how have you been since we last saw each other?” She asks you.

“Oh, umm,” You begin slowly. You didn’t feel the most comfortable sharing the traumatic shit show your life has been the past two years with your ex-girlfriend, so you settle for a simple “same old, same old” at the moment.

“That’s good.” She replies.

“How about you?”

“Swamped as fuck with all my courses. I honestly wasn’t gonna come out tonight ‘cause I was busy as hell trying to get some work done. That’s why I was late. But my partner is actually in the band that’s performing tonight, and I wanted to be supportive.”

“Oh, that’s really sweet of you. I’m sure they’ll appreciate you being here.”

“Just wanna be a good and loyal girlfriend, that’s all.”

Another lull follows. Adriana seems perfectly calm and content with the silence, but you continue to struggle internally with overdue guilt. You decide that dealing with the discomfort for the rest of the night wasn’t worth it.

“Hey, uhh,” You start. “By the way, I’m sorry about how things went down between us. You know, how we ended and all.”

“Hey, ancient history.” She assures. “It was honestly fun while it lasted, but I still think it was for the best.”

“Still, I honestly do still regret how I was back then.”

“Nah, don’t be so hard on yourself. I don’t think it would have worked out regardless.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You hesitantly agree. “Probably should have put in more effort on my part, though.”

“I don’t really think that was the case,” Adriana says. “It was just sort of obvious at one point that you were just way into someone else so much more than you were into me.”

You cringe.

Damn. Was I that bad at hiding how much I liked Abby back then? Sorry for being such a shitty girlfriend, Adriana…

“Was I that obvious?” You ask remorsefully, grimacing.

“A little,” Adriana chuckles. “But it’s okay. She was obviously more your type than I was.”

“You think?”

“I mean, I think Ellie Williams is a lot of girls’ type, at least around here.”

Everything around you freezes immediately as you feel your heart come to a stop. Your throat closes up at the same time that your hands grow cold and clammy.

E-Ellie?

Before you’re able to wrench yourself from your petrified state, Adriana speaks again.

“Oh, I think I see my partner up there. I’m gonna move up closer, but I’ll meet up with you guys later on, okay?”

She glances at you for half a second to give a short farewell smile before walking towards the stage where another band member with an electric guitar slung around their shoulders has joined the others.

You remain suspended in the moment Adriana had left you behind with. The rest of Abby’s friend group was busy drunkenly conversing with one another to notice your near-comatose state. A deafening ringing resonates in your ears, the sounds of the expectant crowd and the tuning of instruments completely drowned out.

Ellie…

Your eyes wander towards the middle of the dancefloor that is currently occupied by unfamiliar audience members. Without warning, you’re suddenly and unwillingly ripped back into your memories.

“Look, I’m really not interested!” You yelled over the music blaring from the DJ station on the stage. “I’m sorry!”

“Oh, come on,” A woman at least ten years your senior griped. “We’re just dancing! Doesn’t have to mean anything!”

You attempted to tug her hands away that were clutching your hips far too intimately, but her grip was tight and unrelenting.

“Please, just leave me alone!” You implored the handsy stranger.

“Don’t be like that now!” She exclaims. “Let’s just see where this takes us and—”

Her sentence was cut short by a sudden fist in the air colliding with her face. Even over the loud bass drops, you could hear a crunch that you were almost sure was the sound of the woman’s nose being broken.

“What the FUCK, you fucking cunt!” She screamed.

You looked over at your saviour assailant to see an outraged Ellie.

“You like harassing innocent girls, bitch?” Ellie spat. “Don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself? Well, it seems like I can’t either.”

You saw Ellie winding up to attack once more, and you quickly grabbed her right arm before she could move any further.

“Ellie! Ellie, it’s okay, I’m fine! It’s not that—”

“This bitch thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants to you!” Ellie hissed towards the stranger who was slowly retreating into the crowd, cowering at Ellie’s growing fury.

“It’s okay, I’m not hurt!”

“It’s not fucking okay!”

“Ellie, baby, please, let’s just move—”

The rest of your sentence was cut off when Ellie angrily marched off towards the staircase leading back down to the main floor of the bar.

You nearly tripped over your high-heeled boots trying to run after her.

“Ellie!”

A firm hand on your shoulder transports you back to the present. You jump and look up to see Abby has returned, your hazy eyes meeting her blue ones.

“You good?” Abby asks.

“Oh, um, yeah, sorry.” You utter. “Just spaced out there for a second.”

Abby chuckles and says, “Already lost without me even after a few minutes, pretty girl?”

You give her flirty joke a half-hearted smile before turning towards the stage, realizing that the band is about to play.

They start out with their own rendition of Paramore’s “All I Wanted,” and you note to yourself that they were actually quite good. But as they progress through the song, you find yourself unable to fully concentrate on their performance.

Ellie…

Abby and her friends cheer and yell in support as the music comes to a momentary end. You barely register the lead singer introducing their next song, an original of theirs called “Waiting in the Wings.”

You feel Abby move closer towards you, her body radiating heat onto you. At this sudden contact, you force yourself to be more present in the moment and attempt to push all thoughts of Ellie out of your mind.

The song begins in a minor key, starting off slow as the lead singer begins to croon.

🎶 There’s a million people in this room who want me more than you // There’s a million people who want me more than you

There’s no one in this world who loves you like I do // There’s no one in this world who loves you like I do 🎶

You watch as the crowd of people nod along to the song, some already preemptively whooping.

🎶 Alone in a crowded room, I wish I was with you // Whether I’m here or there, it doesn’t matter to you

But you don’t know what you have ‘til it leaves you // You don’t know what you have until it leaves you 🎶

You suddenly feel one of Abby’s arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you in closer to her.

🎶 There’s a line of people waitin’ for this to fall through // There’s a line of people waitin’ for me to leave you

So please, baby, love me like I love you 🎶

You can feel Abby’s piercing blue eyes gazing at your face, expectantly and determinedly.

🎶 Someone here wants me, they want me more than you // Someone here wants me, they want me more than you

There’s someone here who wants me, they want me more than you // There’s someone here who wants me, they want me more than you 🎶

Despite this aching feeling bubbling in your stomach, you will yourself to meet Abby’s stare.

🎶 There’s a million people in this room who want me more than you // There’s a million people who want me more than you

There’s no one in this world who loves you like I do // There’s no one in this world who loves you like I do 🎶

Abby begins to lower her face, her lips nearly touching yours. Her breath tickles your cheeks before you suddenly pull away from her embrace.

The crowd is distracted as the song ends, applauding and sounding off in response. As their cheering eventually dies down, you watch as Abby’s face falls a little and an expression of slight regret is painted across her features.

“O-oh, oh my god, Abby, I’m so sorry,” You quickly explain. “I didn’t mean to pull away like that; I swear to god, you just surprised me, that’s all.”

You knew that it was all quickly strewn lies streaming from your lips, but you didn’t want to ruin Abby’s night by making her feel guilty. You pray that she believes your feeble excuses, and it thankfully seems that she does.

“Serves me right for trying to sneak a kiss from you out of nowhere,” She says, smirking lightly. “I’ll do better next time.”

“It’s okay, it’s just the tequila,” You laugh shakily. “Even just a few sips of it kind of makes my emotions a wild card.”

“Well, you did warn me earlier,” Abby remarks, smiling. “No tequila next time; got it.”

You chuckle nervously, biting the inside of your cheek.

Abby begins to say something when Nora suddenly grabs her attention.

“Oh my god, Abs, that’s the girl I was telling you about before,” Nora exclaims, pointing in a vague direction where it was indistinguishable who she was referring to. “See with the long ponytail?”

“Holy shit, where?” Abby asks distractedly, looking away from you and towards where Nora's gesturing.

Seeing an opportunity, you place your hand lightly on Abby’s arm before saying, “Just gonna run down to the restroom for a quick second, okay?”

Abby turns back towards you and asks, “Do you want me to come with?”

You muster enough bravado to jokingly say, “Believe it or not, I actually know how to pee all on my own like a big girl.”

“Alright, alright,” Abby chuckles. “Hurry back.”

You give her a noncommittal smile before weaving your way out of the crowd and towards the staircase.

The bar’s gender-neutral restrooms were your first choice in brief sanctuary, but that plan was immediately foiled when you see the long line leading towards it. You sigh and resort to walking out the front door of the bar to catch your breath outside instead.

Though it was much later in the night, the weekend guaranteed plenty of college students noisily roaming the streets of the downtown area. Wanting not to be disturbed, you reluctantly turn into the dingy alleyway to the left of the Bow and Arrow.

A couple of people pass through the dark street, but you feel safe positioning yourself underneath the closest streetlamp as none of them lingered for too long.

Sighing as you lean against the cold, stone wall of the next-door building, you look up at the lamp post you’d chosen as your temporary companion. You place a hand on its cool, metal base, remembering the last time you stood underneath its dim luminescence.

“Why, Ellie?” You asked her. “Why’d you take it to that extreme?”

Ellie’s eyes bore into you, the unspoken truth threatening to overflow from the ocean green.

“You know why.” She said softly.

“I—” You began, your lips trembling in hesitation.

“You do, don’t you?” Ellie whispers.

You don’t respond. Without thought or consideration, you find your body pressed up against Ellie’s, your mouth instinctively finding that of her own.

The moment your lips met hers, you knew you never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again.

Every knowing and deliberate look, every inside joke, every accidental brush of your hands led up to this exact moment. And yet nothing could have prepared you for the bliss, the euphoria of finally kissing Ellie. Her strong, muscular arms wrapped around your waist, nearly lifting you off of the ground to pull you closer. You surrendered to your body’s instinct, almost as if fate was guiding it.

The meaning of life laid behind Ellie’s lips, and what other choice did you have but to fervently search for it?

You didn’t remember when you’d wrapped your arms around Ellie’s neck, only realizing you had done so when you found your fingers clutching at her auburn hair so firmly that her half-bun updo threatened to come undone. The more Ellie moaned into you, the tighter your grip on her hair became.

You’d both forgotten where you were and how you’d gotten there. You just knew that you were no longer standing in that dark alleyway next to the Bow and Arrow. You were suddenly in this completely separate universe, a vast yet secret galaxy that consisted only of you and Ellie. It belonged to nobody else but you two. Nothing else mattered anymore, only you and Ellie and your little infinity.

But you didn’t exist there anymore. It’s two years later, and you no longer live in that bubble of romance and fantasy.

You step away from the wall, staring up at the clear, black sky. You try but fail desperately not to find the intricate patterns of Ellie’s freckles replicated in the constellations above.

That universe of yours and Ellie’s was no longer within your grasp. It’s a place you hadn’t allowed yourself to visit for an eternity. This present moment, lonely and nostalgic, is the closest you can find to it. It was like a narrow, cruel window that allowed only a glimpse at the heaven you once knew.

You sigh. Reluctantly tearing your eyes away from Ellie’s celestial clones, you bid farewell to your brief, ill-lit hideout and exit back to the main sidewalk. You make your way once more towards the front door of the Bow and Arrow, knowing that you would make Abby worry if you lingered too long outside of the bar.

author’s notes:

it's here it's here, it's finally here. can y'all believe i've really written TEN whole chapters of this fucking series? the word count is literally like, 40k. what the hell!

as mentioned and linked above, i created a playlist for this series if you wanna check it out! it's all songs that are either mentioned or included in the series, in addition to songs that i feel match the vibe of the story! i will continue to add to it as we progress (and if you pay attention, i may add some songs preemptively right before publishing a chapter that may have to do with that specific chapter)

again, if you lowkey recognize the lesbian bar i very, very loosely based the bow and arrow on, no you don't

jay is lowkey inspired by my irl ex-girlfriend adriana's friends back in college who had a similar physical description and i was lowkey more attracted to than adriana herself oops

the song in this chapter is by the band called equal creatures where my very good friend laurie is the lead singer! if you love me, please check them out!

sorry to make the creep hitting on the reader in the flashback a woman, but sexual harassment is not gender exclusive and i wanted to showcase that as well.

the line "the moment your lips met hers, you knew you never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again" is heavily inspired by valerie's speech from the "v for vendetta" movie (if you haven't seen the movie, even if you have no intentions of actually watching it, please watch this scene, it's so fucking moving and it's one of my all-time favourite scenes in cinematic history, no joke)! the line is said at the 2-minute mark!

reader and ellie's first kiss is also heavily inspired by my first kiss with my ex (it was romantic as hell, ask me one day to tell y'all how it happened)

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garfield-mug · 6 months

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Can I request a Bob blurb? Maybe he has a really hot girlfriend and nobody believes him until they meet her? You can do whatever you want with this!

A/N: for the purposes of this story, the daggers are permanently stationed in san diego. idk if this really fits the request, but i look at bob and immediately think that man can dance, so....

also, the squad gives bob a bit of a hard time in this one, but i promise they love each other lmao and the length of this may have gotten away from me, but i had fun, so it's okay lol and this isn't proofread bc i'm tired so excuse any spelling errors (i'll stop talking now byeee!)

(p.s. see if you can spot the movie reference, 10 bonus points to whoever points it out)

Word Count: 2.2k

Content Warnings: none unless you don't like dancing ;)

Cheek to Cheek

Bob knew he wasn't really a "ladies' man." He was rather quiet and reserved, keeping to himself most of the time. He wasn't cocksure and forward, like Jake. He wasn't a goofy, shameless flirt, like Bradley. He didn't consider himself shy; he wasn't afraid to engage in conversation or make friends. Bob just preferred to sit back and observe. He liked to watch and listen, getting a good read of every room he walked into. Watching and listening was how he noticed you.

You were a sight to behold. Bob reasoned that you had to be new to the club because he would've noticed you before.

Bob doesn't get much downtime, but when he does, he likes to spend it at the San Diego Swing Dance Club. Since he was little, Bob loved to dance. He remembers his mother teaching him a basic waltz when he was about seven. Gliding and twirling around the living room on top of his ma's feet are some of his fondest memories. He started ballroom classes when he was around twelve (he wanted to impress his date to his very first dance) and fell even more in love with the art. His repertoire grew and grew, having meticulously memorized different styles (paso doble was his favorite). He still loved dancing as he grew older, able to turn on the charm as easy as he knew the moves. He loved the way dancing made him feel. Bob never felt more free than when he was drifting about the dancefloor, leading his partner. He thought it was the closest you could get to flying while staying on the ground.

That's why, when he noticed you, he knew he had to have a dance. Thankfully, his regular partner, Julie, understood and agreed to the switch for the night (she was a great wingwoman). For as often as he was in his head, Bob usually never got nervous. He was nervous approaching you. He remembers it like it was yesterday. It was Lindy Hop night and you were wearing grey striped slacks, a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows, and an old, beat up pair of white slip-on vans. He was in his usual button down and slacks. One look at you and he knew he was a goner. You looked a bit disheveled, hair haphazardly put up and out of your face, making small talk with a few other members of the group. He thought you looked ever so slightly out of place and that it was so, so endearing.

Eventually, he worked up the courage to ask you for a dance. It did take more than a few pep talks from Julie to get him to go over to you, but she didn't have to literally drag him there, so it was a success. He asked for a dance, holding out his hand. You said yes.

One dance turned into two, then three, and eventually you'd danced the whole night away. You'd exchanged numbers before going home and then you weren't just meeting once a week at the dance club. You were making time to see each other whenever possible. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. It had now been six months since you and Bob made it official and you couldn't be happier.

Now, it made sense with his job and his general personality why the rest of the Dagger Squad hadn't known about you. They'd had conversations about their love lives often, but Bob had never really volunteered much information. You two had a good thing going and he liked to keep good things to himself for a while. Plus, the conversation rarely ever got turned his way. Bob was... very unassuming. The rest of the squad, except for Nat, never really inquired much about Bob's love life. It's not like Bob was purposely keeping you from his friends— it just never really came up. Nat was the only one who knew Bob was seeing someone and she was keeping it close to her chest out of respect for her friend and WSO, but also in the event that it spawned a bet. A bet she would surely win.

Eventually, one evening at the Hard Deck, the Daggers were all discussing their love lives once again. Mickey turned to Bob and asked if he was seeing anyone.

"I am, actually." Bob felt 5 more pairs of eyes snap to him, a collective "what?!" buzzing in the air at their inquisitive looks.

"You're seeing someone?" Jake asked, partially stunned. Bob wasn't offended, he knew he presented as a bit of a wallflower, and he was okay with that.

"What, you jealous, Bagman?" Bradley couldn't help himself. Jake's gaze snapped to the other aviator, challenging. Despite them both being on... better terms after the uranium mission, they still liked to jab at each other. Jake was usually better at it— slow, persistent needling while keeping a calm and collected facade. Bradley was more direct, favoring an immediate reaction over slow buildup.

Before Jake could respond, Bob cut in, turning the focus back to him.

"Matter of fact, I am," He sat a little straighter, dusting his pants of remnants of the peanuts he was snacking on. Natasha took a swig from her beer to hide the sly grin that was threatening to break across her face.

"Romantically? You're seeing someone romantically?" Reuben questioned.

"Sure am." Bob pushed his glasses further up his nose. He was thinking about you and how he wished you'd been able to come out tonight. You had talked to Bob about coming by to meet his friends, but scheduling conflicts always arose.

"What's her name?" Mickey asked.

"What's she look like?" Nat played into it, ignoring the pointed look Bob shot her way. He was still thinking of you, particularly about how darling you looked when you writhed underneath him, but they didn't need to know about that. Instead, Bob refocused, a dreamy smile taking over his features and a rosy blush creeping up his neck, landing on his cheeks. He couldn't help but look at the ground for a few moments, then he relayed your name. It felt so natural falling from his lips. The squad was eager for more information.

"She's just... perfect. She's smart and funny and so, so beautiful. She's got these eyes that just... and her smile?" Bob sighs, he actually sighs.

"I don't buy it." Jake is the first to burst the bubble. "I mean, we ask you what she looks like and all you give us is "oh, her eyes, her smile"? No way," Jake throws back the rest of his drink. Mickey and Reuben nod, signaling their agreement. Natasha smiles devilishly to no one but herself.

"C'mon, Bagman, he's clearly telling the truth. I mean, look at him. He's actually lovesick." Bradley chimes in. He knows what a man in love looks like.

"Yeah, it's kind of disgusting," Javy pipes up, firmly siding with Bradley.

"Well boys," Nat claps Bob on the shoulder. "Looks like we have a bet on our hands." She watches the men around the high-top table, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hundred dollars in the pot says Bob's mystery girl is real. You in?"

Nat pulls out five twenty dollar bills, placing them in the middle of the table. Bob watches in amusement.

"Steep price, Natty, but I'll bite." Jake throws his wager in as well.

Eventually, everyone put some money in the pot, much to Nat's satisfaction, even if she would have to split the prize money.

"Alright, alright... When and where can we meet your lovely lady?" Jake asks Bob, who is glancing down at his watch.

"Uhh, this Thursday at the San Diego Swing Dance Club. Seven-thirty, sharp. Wear something nice, but comfortable." With that, Bob was throwing on his jacket and out the door, headed home to see you. He wouldn't have left so abruptly, but you'd sent him a text and he wasn't going to keep you waiting.

The Daggers were even more perplexed. Well, all except for Nat, but the rest didn't need to know about it.

"San Diego Swing Dance Club?" Reuben was taken aback. Jake was thoroughly amused.

"Oh I have got to see this now."

The week flew by, and eventually it was Thursday evening. You were excited to finally meet Bob's friends, he talked about them so often. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit nervous, fretting over your outfit and hair more than usual, not to mention your makeup.

"Babydoll, you'll look beautiful no matter what you choose." Bob had been sitting on your bed for the better part of an hour now, as you agonized over your outfit choice.

You sighed, coming to sit next to him. "I just want to make a good first impression." You rest your head on his shoulder.

"I promise they'll like you no matter what you wear." Bob presses a kiss to your temple. You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

"I'll go with the plaid pants then."

Bob huffs out a laugh, "Alright, baby."

The Daggers arrived at seven-thirty, sharp. Just like Bob had told them. Nat sent Bob a text, letting him know that they'd arrived. He excused himself from the group to collect the rest of his friends. He was excited, happy to share one of his passions with the people he called friends. He was also happy to finally introduce his girl to the rest of his friends. Bob made his way over to the rest of the squad, clustered awkwardly by the main entrance of the dance hall.

"Glad you could make it!" Bob pulls Natasha in for a hug and greets the rest of the guys in a similar fashion.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Bobby." Jake says, eyes sweeping the room for a lady to take home for the night. Bradley and Javy were doing the same. Mickey and Reuben had brought partners for the evening— a double date.

The group fell into their usual rhythm, easy conversation and a few friendly jabs here and there. Almost forgetting the reason why they were there. Almost. Jake was just about to bring up the fact that they still had yet to meet Bob's mystery girl, when the intro to Thurston Harris' Little Bitty Pretty One started playing from the bandstand. It was jive night, which just so happened to be your favorite. Scanning the crowd, your eyes found Bob talking with his friends. 'Well, it's now or never,' you thought, and you were beelining towards your boyfriend so you could make it onto the floor for the first dance. Bob was just telling Nat about this new recipe he tried out for dinner when he felt a tug on his arm. He turned to look at you and smiled.

"Bobby c'mon, can't miss the first dance!"

He looked back at his friends, "Be right back," and Bob was off to the dancefloor with you. The Daggers watched as he whisked you away, stepping into a seamless jive. You felt like you were positively flying, floating through the air, feet touching every cloud. The way you and Bob danced together was something special. You could read each other in a way most dance partners wished they could. Feeling the music, keeping in time with the rhythm, anticipating and adapting to every move the other made. Improvisation was the purest form of art, the amount of trust placed in your partner is unlike anything else. You and Bob had something special, there was no denying that, especially as you were twirling across the floor.

"Who knew he could move like that?" Javy had to pick his jaw up off the floor.

"They make it look so effortless," Reuben looked utterly amazed.

Jake had to admit, he was impressed. Game recognizes game and damn it, Bob Floyd had game. It really was always the quiet ones. You were pretty, and you seemed fun. You seemed like you'd be good for Bob, even though they hadn't technically met you yet. Jake couldn't even be mad that he'd lost the bet. What he needed now was to learn how to dance like Bob because apparently, that was a great way to meet a lady. You and Bob were out of breath when you rejoined the group, introductions going a smooth as ever. You like the squad and the squad liked you. By the end of the night, you and Bob had shown everyone how to do a basic jive. Reuben, Mickey, and Javy caught on quickly, feeling comfortable enough to join the people out on the main floor. Bradley and Jake needed... help. Nat was managing, wanting a bit more time to figure the steps out before trying them on the floor.

Before everyone knew it, it was ten o'clock and the band was saying goodnight. You and Bob were saying your goodbyes, ready to head home. Once you and him were out the door, Natasha turned to Bradley and Javy.

"Alright, we split this three ways and make sure to absolutely rub it in Jake's face." Nat divvies up the cash and Bradley and Javy take their cuts. Javy gives a curt nod and a smile before walking to his car.

Bradley turns to Natasha. "Can I walk you to your car?" He offers his arm.

"Sure," Nat smiles and accepts.

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motherofdogs1010 · 6 months

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Need to Know I (Peter Parker x Reader)

Inspired by Doja Cat's "Need to Know"

Summary: When she was ready to get back out on the dating scene after dumping a certain Winter Soldier, Y/N was a woman ready to get back out there. She just never expected to find herself in a relationship with a certain nerdy spider.

Warnings: older woman/younger man, small age gap, everyone is adult age!, cheater Bucky, fratboy Peter, consensual sex, semi public sex, heavy smut, drinking, swearing, unprotected sex Look at Masterlist for more warnings

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Part 1

TWO MONTHS AGO

Y/N downed the shot of tequila that Tony had passed her, laughing as she felt the burn in her throat and hearing Tony cheering. Say what you want about Tony, but he knew how to party as he had taken them to some nightclub that he bought for shits and giggles.

"Enjoying the burn", Tony teased, Y/N laughed.

"It's the tequila sweats that I hate", she said back.

Standing up from the little VIP booth Tony had rented for them all, Y/N scoped out her surroundings. She saw Nat dragging a bashful Steve to the dance floor, Steve was awkwardly moving around before he finally got the hang of it and began dancing with Nat. Y/N laughed as she watched Steve get down on the dance floor, she spotted Vision (who had his human form on) with Wanda near the bar as Wanda was getting another drink.

"Are you having fun?"

Y/N looked in the direction to see Peter standing there with a grin, Y/N smiled back at him.

"I wondered where you were", Y/N responded, "I always forget your 21."

"My babyface makes it that way", Peter joked.

Y/N had to admit, Peter Parker was a very attractive man, especially right now with his hair gelled back, a white button down that had the sleeves rolled up and dark slacks. Tony said Peter had changed a lot since high school, having managed to join a fraternity in his first year of college; she had only met Peter in the last year so hearing that he was anything but confident before was a little shocking since he walked around like a little mini Tony sometimes.

Peter moved a little closer to her as Tony announced that he was going to join Wanda at the bar.

Sam and Clint were missing, both men having taken some time off to go visit their families, especially for Sam since he wanted to be there for one of his nephew's birthdays.

Although, the person that everyone seemed to ignore that wasn't there was a certain Winter Soldier, but it seemed everyone was on the rocks with the man at the moment. But cheating and immediately bringing around the girl you cheated with will do that, won't it?

Of course that was the main reason behind Tony bringing nearly all of them out to the club was because of her confiding in Tony about being ready to get back out there. She felt no issue confiding in Tony considering how close of friends they were, she was coming out in his upcoming wedding to Pepper in just a few months time.

"It's a cute babyface", Y/N teased, Peter chuckled.

"I'm glad you're having fun", Peter said, "you deserve it."

Y/N smiled as she tugged up the neckline of her red mini dress, the fabric clinging to her large breasts and hips. It was an off the shoulder dress that she chose just for the occasion with long sleeves and paired with some red bottoms that Nat was letting her borrow.

Y/N watched as Peter looked a bit indecisive as if he was second guessing himself before he blurted out, "Would you like to dance?"

"Don't you think you should be dancing with someone your own age?" she teased before Peter snaked a toned arm around her hips.

"Age is just a number, right?" Peter answered with a wink.

Y/N felt surprised, she was older than Peter by 7 years and she wouldn't be an idiot to say she hadn't noticed the younger man's eyes occasionally roaming her figure. But she never thought much of it considering she had been in a relationship with Bucky, but that bridge was burned a lot time ago.

She was here to have fun, dance a little, drink... there was no harm in just a dance, right?

"Alright, Spiderboy", Y/N said, "show me what you got."

Wanna know what it's like (like) Baby, show me what it's like (like) I don't really got no type (type) I just wanna fuck all night

The sound of Doja Cat singing could be heard even in the women's restroom, the door locked in a rush as Peter pressed her harder into said door. Their tongues dancing across one another as she could taste the alcohol on his tongue, Y/N moaned as Peter slotted his knee between her legs, pressing against her wet cunt and beginning to rock her hips against him.

But Peter pulled his knee away and she whimpered, breaking the kiss for a moment before she felt one of his hands trail under her dress, finding her thong.

"You're soaked", Peter teased, she shuddered as Peter ran a finger down her slit. "I bet I could slid right in."

As if that was his cue, Peter slid a finger into her, Y/N let her head fall into Peter's chest as he slowly began to pump his finger in her.

"Don't tease", she moaned as she brought his face down to hers.

What's your size? (Size) Add, subtract, divide ('vide) Daddy don't throw no curves (curves) Hold up, I'm goin' wide (wide) We could just start at ten (ten) Then we can go to five (five) I don't play with my pen (pen) I mean what I write

She connected their lips again as Peter slid another finger into, fingering her harder now as he began to rub her clit in tight circles. Y/N cried out at the sensations as she rocked her hips in time with Peter's movements.

Peter began to trail kisses down her neck as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth falling open as pants escaped her mouth.

"Fuck you're beautiful", Peter said as he quickened his fingers. "Come on, Y/N, cum on me."

Y/N felt like she was in the Twilight Zone right now, but fuck it, she was enjoying it with the way Peter was fingering her. She could feel that tight knot building in her as Peter's fingers reached an area in her that made her nearly tear up in pleasure, his fingers practically massaging it as she began to tug on his hair as her toes began to curl.

"P-Peter", she panted, "gonna...cum..."

She saw Peter grin in satisfaction as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She felt breathless and fuzzy as Peter fingered her through it before she whimpered at the overstimulation, which Peter pulled his fingers out.

"Still think I should find someone my own age?" Peter teased, she narrowed her eyes as she panted.

Peter slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.

"I always knew you'd taste sweet", Peter said as she reached for his belt buckle.

Peter brought a hand up, squishing her cheeks together and forcing her lips into a pout; he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips as she successfully managed to get unzip Peter's slacks, slipping her hand inside to begin to tease the younger man in front of her.

"Now, you wanna be a tease?" Peter asked as he began to move her to one of the many sinks in the bathroom.

I just can't help but be sexual (whoa) Tell me your schedule (yeah) I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will) I do what I can to get you off (I will)

Peter had gotten her on the sink, legs spread and her thong stuffed in one of his pockets as he began to rock into her. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt Peter hike up her leg on him higher, sending him into deeper territory and brushing up against her G-spot as he began to rub her clit in time with his rocking.

"P-Peter", she slurred, eyes beginning to water from pleasure.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so good", Peter groaned as he gripped the sink below her.

His thrusts becoming rougher as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Might just fuck him with my makeup on (I will) Eat it like I need an apron on (yeah, ay) Eat it 'til I need to change my thong (yeah, ay) We could do it to your favorite song (yeah, ay)

Her makeup was ruined, she was sure of it from the amount of kissing, sweat and tears. Y/N shivered as Peter bite down on a part of her neck, making her clench around her even tighter and causing him to let out more groans of pleasure, his hips slapping into her even rougher.

The sound of skin slapping skin rung in bathroom, echoing off the walls as she brought Peter's face back to her own, smashing their lips together as she squealed when her second orgasm hit her, her legs shaking and back arching.

You're exciting, boy, come find me Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" Fuck that feeling both us fighting Could he try me? (Yeah) mmm, most likely

She had pushed Peter onto one of the toilets in the bathroom, his dick red and leaking when she had straddled him before sinking down onto him. Y/N shivered as she felt Peter stretching her out again and she knew she was going to be feeling him the next day as she moaned and threw her head back at the delicious stretch his cock gave her cunt again.

Peter gripped her hips before grabbing her ass and smacking it, she pulled her face towards his, connecting their lips as she begun to rock her hips.

Oh, wait, you a fan of the magic? Poof, pussy like an Alakazam (yeah) I heard from a friend of a friend That that dick was a ten out of ten

She could someone knocking on the door, but she could care less right with Peter buried so deep inside her as his hands that gripped her hips so tightly began to help rock her.

Baby, I need to know, mmm

With a groan, Y/N felt her head pounding as an alarm was ringing; she buried her face in her pill-- wait, her pillow was normally soft, not firm and warm.

"Sorry, I forgot to turn that off", someone said in a rough voice.

Opening her eyes quickly, Y/N quickly found that she hadn't made it to her room; the events of last night quickly rushing back to her as she remembered everything.

Looking up, she saw that was indeed in Peter's bed, he was shirtless and his muscles bulging as he reached across to turn off his phone alarm. She could remember now stumbling back to Peter's room for round whatever, she could not remember how many times they had already had sex before they made it to his room.

It was then that she realized she must be back at his fraternity and she groaned inwardly.

But she remember she was lucky she was consistent with her birth control now that she thought about it with the amount of times she let Peter cum in her last night.

Rubbing her eyes as she sat up, Y/N contemplated her life decisions and her mind beginning to try and form some kind of plan of doing the walk of shame when Peter plopped down back into the bed.

"You wanna go get breakfast?"

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dinner dates ! jjk x reader series pt. 3/4

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

featuring: nobara, n. kamo, sukuna, todo | see: part 1

nobara kugisaki:

okay so nobara wants somehthing that’s super instagram-able because there’s nothing better to her than posting cute pictures of her girlfriend!!

so…she takes you to a cat cafe 💗

and oh my gosh it’s absolutely adorable

you guys wear MATCHING HOT PINK TRACKSUITS that she bought you guys for your birthday>>>

they’re plain pink and embroidered with your initials and a heart on the sleeve (XX + NK 🤍)

when y’all get there, the employee greets you and takes your food rders

then she takes you to your own private room and when you enter it’s filled with cats 🐈

there’s fluffy cats, orange cats, long hair cats, etc etc

you and nobara are absolutely in LOVE with them (and eachother ofc)

the food arrives a little bit later and it’s super good! you ordered katsudon and she ordered pan fried noodles and you got some sushi rolls to share

you take so many pictures of the cats and of each other! her favorite picture from the night is one of you smiling with your chopsticks in hand and a soft gray cat sleeping calmly in your lap 🥺

you also get a super cute picture of her holding a chubby orange cat like it’s a baby, complete with a swaddle (her jacket)

you guys had *so much fun* and have so many cute pictures to remember that night!

when you go back to her dorm that night, you scroll through all the pictures on your phones while cuddling in her bed and watching high school musical ✨

noritoshi kamo:

(inspired by this~link~ flower garden)

i think kamo is such an awesome & underrated character!! i hope y’all like him as much as I do ✨

so for background, you go to tokyo jujutsu high and kamo of course goes to kyoto jujutsu high

you met during the goodwill event and we’re just gonna pretend that shibuya didn’t happen ok 🤷🏼♀️

you and kamo have been dating for three years now and today’s your anniversary! so he wants to do something super special for you 💗

he’s very introverted so he definetly wouldn’t want to do something around a lot of other people

he’d rather just spend time with you in a totally private setting

so he takes you to…a picnic!!

omg my heart 😭💞 anyways

he prepares everything the night before: the food, a bottle of champage, a blanket for watching th clouds ✨

he comes to pick you up late that afternoon wearing a white button up and navy blue slacks (oh good lord i-)

you’re wearing a baby pink sundress that’s decorated with little green and white flowers so you guys look SO GOOD next to each other all matching and stuff 💜

he literally looses his breath when he sees you, like he thinks you are SO gorgeous (and you are babe)

he places a hand on the small of your back and guides you to his car where he drives you out into the countryside

eventually, you make it to a beautiful flower garden that’s filled with the greenest grass and most lively flowers you’ve ever seen 🌷

he tells you that the garden has been owned and taken care of by his family for generations and it was just passed down to him 🥺

you of course tell him that it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?? and he gets all blushy because he doesn’t recieve a lot of compliments that aren’t about his cursed technique ☺️

he sets out the blanket and helps you sit down on it

when he opens the picnic basket you see the most gorgeous assortment of pastries, sandwiches, and pies🥐

of course you gush to him about how he’s the perfect boyfriend and this is the picture-perfect date

the food is delicious; he ordered some of everthing from one of your favorite local cafes in Tokyo, knwing exactly which items on the menu were your favorite 💞

while you eat, you chat idly about the things you had coming up in your lives (although you tried to avoid the less appealing topics, such as when noritoshi would have to become the head of his family)

you tell him about how you’re visiting your sister in Osaka this summer and the surprise birthday party that you, yuuji, nobara, and gojo had planned for megumi

he tells you about the poetry book he’s been reading lately and how learning cursive is going

you two also discuss what you wants your lives to look like after jujutsu high; becoming professional sorcerers, moving in with the kamo clan, starting a family…

stop i’m squealing blushing twirling my hair-

the two of you become tired after your meal so you lie back on the grass, watching the clouds go by and pointing out the little yellow butterflies when they pass by

eventually, the sky becomes dark and loses it’s blue color, fading into a deep maroon color

the two of you pack your things up and head back to the school, his hand on your thigh as he drives ❤️

when you get there and he walks yo back to your dorm, he tells you how much he loves you and how he never wants to let you go 🥺

ryomen sukuna:

ok so this is gonna be based off of upperclassmen!sukuna

a little backstory: sukuna is your upperclassman at school and he used to play with you and mess with you because he liked you~ eventually you caught on and then he asked you out! you’ve been dating ever since (in this fic you’re both still in school) and he’s super protective of you (i.e. no one else can mess with you but him)

you and sukuna have been dating for about a year now!! 💞

he decides that he wants to take you to a new sushi bar in Tokyo this weekend

it’s really modern and expensive looking and you’re like???? babe where tf did you get this money from??????

but he decides to splurge on his girl because he loves you so much 💞

you guys order a couple different rolls (some of your favorites and some of his)

his favorite roll is the california roll but he also loves nigiri🍣

and the food turns out super good btw!

you and sukuna talk about school mostly: which classmates you thought would get together, the teachers that you liked the most, what assignments you were working on

i think it’s safe to say that sukuna’s favorite subject would be history

so he would accidentaly start gushing to you about a topic that he just learned about and then stop because he thought he was being nerdy when in reality you actually thought it was adorbale the way he was so passionate about history 💞

after lunch, you guys go back to his house (we’ll say it’s not a boarding school) and chill and watch tv together and yea 🥰

bonus: you convince sukuna to start watching dance moms with you and at first he’s like “🙄 yeah whatever ok” but he lowkey starts to get REALLY into it????? like atp he’s yelling at the tv like “KELLY YOU BITCH”

aoi todo:

i feel like your relationship with todo would be so sweet 🥰

i can see y’all going on a bunch of fun dates and one of those includes…

movie dates!!

i think that todo would love movies and so movie dates are definetly a thing for him

you guys decide to go see a new thriller movie that came out recently

he’d buy you all the snacks you want and i can definetly see him enccouraging you to eat enough🥺

surpirisingly i don’t feel like he’s the type of person to sneak food into movie theaters so you would buy everything there (it’s fine he can probably afford it)

imagine y’all sharing a packet of sour straws 🥺

he also gets popcorn of course because it’s a movie classic and it would be his favorite movie snack

you guys get settled into your seats and you’re happy to discover that they’re the comfy heated massage seats that recline

which not only makes you super comfy but also slightly more terrified of the scary movie when the figures jump out of nowhere on the screen

overall you’re very comfortable though

todo sits with his legs propped up in front of him by the reclining chair and has one arm wrapped around you from behind, resting his hand on your side

for the most part, todo isn’t scared of the movie that much

BUT you can feel his grip on you grow ever so slightly tighter during intense scenes 😭 poor boy

afterwards he would ask you a bunch of questions about the movie: what did you think?? who was your favorite character??? were you surprised when (character) died???

you can tell he’s trying so hard not to look like a total fangirl right then but yeah he loved it

you match his enthusiasm in your answers because you love to see him happy (and you also really enjoyed the movie)

alternatively: you accidentally fell asleep during the movie (in your defense, the heated chair was really comfy) and so you make up your answers to his questions so you don’t make him feel bad even though he wouldn’t care

afterwards, you get ice cream and walk around the mall ❤️

#Nobara x reader #nobara kugisaki #aoi todo #aoi todo x reader #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #noritoshi kamo #kamo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen

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If December Never Ends | One-Shot

An early Christmas gift for y'all! Here's my entry for "Midnight Mass" in @sailor-aviator's Christmas Writing Challenge! Kinda fell in love with these two, so let me know if you want to see more of them!

Summary: Bradley joins you and your family for midnight Mass.

Warnings: religious inaccuracies

Length: 2.3k words

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Christmas with your family was always a big event. Everyone came from all over to your parents’ house in Norfolk and spent the holiday together. Nearly forty-eight hours of uninterrupted family time. There was little sleep involved as there were people playing music and games all night long, so if you could find a quiet place to take a nap, you were lucky.

That’s why you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when you saw your boyfriend of eleven months, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, dozing in one of the plush chairs in your father’s study. Your three year old niece was tucked into his side while she drew in the princess coloring book you had gotten her, his arm wrapped protectively around her and a purple crayon dangling from his fingers. Pulling out your phone, you snapped a quick picture, the sight melting your heart.

You knew the day had to have been overwhelming for Bradley. Hell, it was your family and it was overwhelming for you. Your two older brothers, their wives and children, your aunts and uncles from both sides and some of your cousins… twenty people, even in a house as large as your parents’, was nothing short of chaotic. You were shocked he even agreed to come, since he was used to spending the holidays alone on base.

Stepping into the room, the click of your heels on the wooden floor drew the attention of your niece Lyla, despite your attempts to be as quiet as possible. She waved with a smile, then put her chubby finger to her lips, a signal for you to be quiet. “Unka Roo sleepin’,” she whispered, before going back to coloring.

“I see that,” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to her unruly curls. “You like cuddling with your Uncle Roo?”

The little girl nodded, her tongue poking out of her mouth a bit as she focused on coloring. “He a warm blankie.”

She shifted, snuggling closer to him, and the slight movement was enough to rouse him, his muscled arm tightening around her as though she was going to fall. “You okay, doll?” He asked, his voice thick with sleep and his eyes barely open.

You chose to remain silent, watching the heartwarming interaction. Seeing him with your niece lit a fire in your belly unlike anything you had ever felt, the thought of him with children of his own and what that would be like was impossible to ignore.

“Mmhm!” Lyla nodded, holding up her picture for him to see. “All done!”

Bradley ran his free hand over his face and forced his eyes open further, looking at the presented coloring page. “Wow, it's beautiful,” he grinned, kissing her hair before looking up, finally noticing that you were in the room. “Hey, Tink.”

“Hey yourself, handsome. Have a good nap?” You asked, watching as he helped Lyla out of the chair when she started trying to get up, saying something about going to show her parents the picture she colored.

Once she was out of the room, Bradley stretched his arms above his head, hoping to rid himself of the last vestiges of sleep. “Must have,” he said, sitting back and patting his knee for you to come join him. “How long was I out?”

You moved closer and sat on his lap, careful not to wrinkle his dark gray slacks too much. His matching jacket had been discarded on a chair across the room earlier in the night, leaving him wearing a white dress shirt that had the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up, showcasing his well muscled forearms. His arm wrapped around your waist effortlessly, his thumb brushing over the skin exposed by the open back of your green party dress.

“An hour, at least,” you replied, moving your hand to the back of his neck, your nails running through the short hair there. You had been helping your mother and sister in laws clean up after dinner, so you didn't know for sure.

Bradley nodded, leaning forward just enough to kiss your shoulder. “Lyla was getting a little cranky, I think there was too much going on with all the kids running around after dinner, so I brought her in here to relax. I hope that's okay.”

“More than okay,” you reassured him. “I'm sure Tim was thrilled for the break, Uncle Roo.”

His cheeks turned pink at the term of endearment. “I think she's used to calling everyone ‘uncle’,” he explained. It made sense, aside from her father and grandfather, every other adult man in her life was an uncle. “And she was having a hard time with Bradley, so I figured she could call me Rooster.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him tenderly before pulling back to meet his hazel eyes. “So long as you're okay with it. I don't want you to feel pressured.”

“I like it, actually. I've always wanted to be an uncle. Hard with no siblings though,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of sadness.

Your left hand lifted to rest on his jaw, stroking over his stubble with your thumb. “My brothers might give you shit, but they love you, and you know my parents adore you. Lyla clearly prefers you to anyone else, and the other kids love when you roughhouse with them. I'd say you're pretty welcome in this family, Bradley.”

He nodded, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. You’d always had a large family, so you couldn't imagine what it was like for him to be an orphan. He had told you the story before, his father died when he was a toddler, and his mother passed from cancer as a teen. He went to live with Maverick, his godfather, who betrayed his trust and prevented him from going to the Naval Academy. They hadn't spoken in years, leaving him with nothing but the Navy.

Until he met you.

To hear him tell it, your blind date set up on New Year’s Eve the previous year was a miracle in and of itself. You remembered it more based on the hangover you had the next day, so you took his word for it.

Since then, though, despite a deployment and a couple missions, you were happy together. Nothing was perfect, of course, but you never expected it to be.

You studied him carefully for a moment, and when he didn't reply, you rested your head against his shoulder, letting your hand slip from his jaw to rest against his chest, his heartbeat strong under your fingertips. “Bradley, I--”

The sound of your father’s booming voice interrupted you as he called for everyone to get ready for Mass. You knew Bradley wasn't religious, and you had told him he didn't have to participate, but it was a family tradition of yours to go to midnight Mass at the local church every Christmas.

“You should come with us, you might enjoy yourself,” you whispered, lifting your head from his shoulder to kiss him gently.

“I don't know anything about religion,” he pointed out, his arms holding you close as you perched on his lap.

Shaking your head, you smiled and continued to run your fingers through the short hairs at the back of his neck, soothing him. “That's the beauty of it, you don't have to.”

With a pat to his chest, you stood, holding your hand out to him. His eyes locked with yours for a moment, unsure, before he finally accepted your hand and stood himself. You took the liberty of buttoning his open button while he unrolled his sleeves, helping him into his suit jacket after he had done so.

“You do clean up nicely, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” you grinned, kissing him once more.

“So do you, Tinkerbell,” he said, twirling you in a circle, making your skirt flare around your legs. He caught you in his arms before dipping you backward, drawing a giggle from you. “Should we go?”

You nodded as he stood you back on your own two feet, leading him out to the front hall where there was a bustle of energy as everyone put their coats on to brave the cold. Bradley helped you into your parka, making sure it was buttoned up before slipping his own heavy coat on.

Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he pressed a kiss to your temple and smiled. “Ready to go?” he asked, motioning toward the door with a tip of his head.

“I am.” You snuggled into his side and allowed him to lead you out to his Bronco that you had driven from Virginia Beach. Once you were both inside, he started the engine and followed the caravan of vehicles leaving your house for the church.

Sacred Heart was the church you had attended with your family for as long as you could remember. You and your brothers had been confirmed there, and while none of you were particularly religious anymore, you still attended midnight Mass with your devout parents every year for Christmas.

You usually sat in the back, since you were such a large group, and with small children it was easier to duck out if they got too loud and interrupted the service. This year was no different, with you and Bradley taking a seat in the last row with your brothers and their families.

Almost as if on cue, as soon as the service started, Lyla started making a fuss. She hadn’t napped earlier in the day like your brother Tim had hoped she would, and now that it was midnight, she was beyond tired. Her older brother Brenden tried to calm her down, but it only caused her to get louder, trying to squirm out of her mother’s arms. Her efforts doubled when she saw you and Bradley sitting at the end of the pew, reaching out for him.

“Unka Roo! Unka Rooooo!” she cried, tears falling down her pink cheeks as she got more frustrated.

Bradley peeked around you to see Lyla distressed and frowned. Without hesitation, he stood and moved around the back of the pew, crouching down behind Tim and his wife, Sarah. “I can take her, maybe she’ll stop?” he whispered, smiling when he saw the three year old already calming some since he came over.

They shared a look between each other and then looked back to Bradley. “Baby whisperer, huh?” Tim smirked, watching as his wife handed their daughter over to the aviator. “Good luck.”

Lyla quieted almost instantly once she was in Bradley’s arms, resting her head against his shoulder. You turned in your seat to smile at him, feeling like your heart was going to explode in your chest as you watched him pace the rear of the church with your niece in his arms. The only thing that pulled you from your reverie was your eldest brother, Tony, nudging your shoulder.

“Oooh, you’re in trouble with that one, aren’t you?” he teased, taking the elbow to the ribs you delivered with a quiet grunt. “What? You’re looking at him like you want him to put a baby in you right here.”

“Tony!” you hissed, your cheeks warming with embarrassment.

Before you could say anything else, Bradley returned to his seat beside you, a soundly sleeping Lyla on his shoulder. “Everything okay?” he whispered, noticing the flush in your cheeks.

Tony leaned over you. “She just --”

You covered his mouth and shoved him back toward his wife before shaking your head at Bradley. “Everything’s fine, my brother is just being a pig,” you explained quietly, turning your attention back to the service when your father shot you and your brother a look over his shoulder.

The remainder of midnight Mass went without incident, and when the service was over, you waited for everyone to leave before heading outside yourself with Bradley by your side. Your family was gathered on the steps of the church, making conversation amongst themselves when Tim stepped in front of you.

“Thanks for holding her, Bradley,” he smiled, managing to lift his daughter into his own arms without waking her. “She really likes you.”

He shrugged, his hands sliding into his coat pockets. “She’s a cutie, that’s for sure. Thanks for trusting me with her.”

You snuggled against his side, smiling up at him. “Did you have a good night?”

“I had a great night,” he promised, wrapping his arm around you. “I do have one thing that would make it better though.”

There was a curious look on your face when he pulled away, just enough to drop to one knee in front of you, his hand pulling a small box out of his pocket. You gasped, covering your mouth, unable to take your eyes off Bradley despite feeling your whole family staring at you.

“I love you so much,” he swallowed hard, opening the ring box to show a simple diamond ring that had belonged to his mother. “I want you to be my Tinkerbell forever. Will you marry me?”

A tear slid down your cheek as you nodded, offering him your hand. “Yes. God, yes, Bradley!”

Your family and a few other bystanders from the church all clapped as he slid the ring on your finger and pulled you into his arms, kissing you deeply. As you parted, a light snow began to fall, dusting your cheeks with cool snowflakes.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Look at you with the perfect timing.”

“I try,” he smirked, kissing you once again as your family headed off to their cars to go back home. “Let’s get back, we have Christmas and an engagement to celebrate.”

“It’s the best Christmas ever.”

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