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Stay - Henry Cavill - (Grand Suite part six)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Warnings: Throughout this miniseries there will be 18+ content so minors DNI!

Word count: approx. 2,3k

A/N: Hi there lovelies, can I just say that I am SO bummed that Henry isn't gonna play Geralt or Superman anymore? I feel so sad for him :( Anyway here we have part six of Grand Suite. Thank you all for leaving a comment or reblog my writing, it much appreciated. Hope you enjoy this part as well ☺️ Read the other parts here -> Masterlist Grand Suite🔥

As the end credits appeared on the screen you felt Henry shift a bit so he could look at you.

After your make-out session you decided to watch the movie he suggested and tried your best to keep your hands to yourselves. Besides some light touching and subtle stroking you both behaved quite well. During the movie you repositioned yourself so you could curl up on his chest while he wrapped his arm around you.

He cleared his throat as his eyes searched your face. “What do you think? Did you like it?”

You looked back at him and nodded, “I did, you picked a good one.”

He smiled and softly stroked an invisible pattern on your upper arm with his index finger. But after a few seconds his expression suddenly became more serious and his smile faded.

“Would you like to stay tonight?” He asked and swallowed while awaiting your response. You pressed your lips together and tilted your head.

Stay tonight? But.. why? Was it just so you could - as Jenny would say - pound another round? Why would it be more than that? How would it be more? Even though you had a nice conversation in the bath earlier you still just met and didn’t know each other that well. And besides, he would leave in just one month so it wouldn’t be like you had loads of time to get to know each other.

So did that mean that he just wanted you for sex? And if he did, would you mind? Apart from the fact that you had mind blowing sex, could there be more? Was that something you wanted? Not to be ungrateful for the time you’ve spent together but you were also realistic. Even though you had this massive crush on him and your head in the clouds you still had your feet on the ground and you wanted to be sure to stay this way. The last thing you wanted was to catch feelings and end up with a broken heart. All you fancied was to just have fun and enjoy one another as long as possible, no strings attached. You weren’t opposed to the idea of spending the upcoming month together especially since he transcended your sexual desires. You furrowed your brows and opened your mouth but the words in your head were so tangled up that nothing came out. Henry noticed and his expression softened.

“Look, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. The last thing I want is that you feel obliged to stay.”

You nodded. “I appreciate you saying that,” he mirrored your nod and waited for you to continue. “But I just want to be clear about-“ you waved your hands between the two of you, “whatever this is. It's no secret that I have a crush on you but it was all just a hook-up to begin with. If I’m being honest and realistic I don’t expect anything from you, that’s why I left last time.”

You paused and took a deep breath. Henry kept holding your gaze.

“Let me tell you what I think Joanne,” he started and stopped his expedition on your skin. "Besides the fact that you make me feel like a hormonal horny teenager again I just want you to know that I do like you and something about you intrigues me. But to be very clear about this- I don’t expect anything from you either.”

You bit your tongue as you let the words sink in. I do like you. Even though you were flattered you kept reminding yourself to not get ahead of this. This was the real world. And this wasn’t a girl-meets-hot-actor-crush-and-they-lived-happily-ever-after story.

“How about we make a deal?” He asked and you tilted your head.

“A deal?”

“A deal.” He replied firmly as you sat up straight.

“Okay, what did you have in mind?” You asked.

He cleared his throat as he straightened his back. “It’s clear that we like each other, right?”

You nodded. “Right.”

“And we both like each others company,” he paused for a moment and a smirk started to form on his face. “And we both like having sex with each other, right?”

“Right.” You said and bit your lip as the flashbacks of your wild and sensual time together ran through your mind.

“Wait let me rephrase that since ‘like’ doesn’t quite cover it. We both are hungry for the touch of the other, right?”

You licked your lips and hummed. “I guess you can also say ‘starved’.”

Henry grinned wickedly and slowly leaned in. “Starved for sure.”

Your pulse quickened as the space between you got smaller and the tension bigger. Suddenly Henry’s words about feeling like a hormonal teenager ran through your mind and you couldn’t agree more. Somehow he set you aflame with just his gaze, your skin suddenly grew taught and a sense of hunger flooded your veins. No not an hunger, you were starving. Skin starved to be touched by him.

Your panting increased as his hands glided over the duvet between you. A shudder crept over your spine as his warm palms touched your exposed knees.

“So Joanne,” his voice made you snap out of your thoughts. “Let’s enjoy the time we have together. No expectations or obligations.”

You took a deep breath. Somehow a small weight was lifted from your shoulders as he shared the same thoughts and you replied. “No feelings, no strings attached, just sex.”

His eyes darkened as a deep growl rumbled from his chest. “Deal.”

“Deal.” As soon as the word left your lips Henry had lurched forward, grabbed you by the edge of your robe and hauled you on his lap. Your hands cradled his face and pulled him into a searing kiss. His stubble scrapped against your palms as you placed your knees on either side of his broad waist.

The position caused you to lower your pelvis onto his and felt how his erection pressed against you. The only barrier between you was his robe since yours hang loosely around your body, the thick fabric unfastened when he had tugged you against him.

Henry pushed the robe down, exposing your naked body. But quickly his colossal hands were on you and followed the curve of your waist, moving upwards and squeezed your breasts.

You felt his hot breath on your skin as he took your nipple in his mouth. Sucking on the sensitive bud while you started to grind your hips, drawing a curse from him. You placed your hands on top of his and squeezed, indicating to increase his grip. Wanting more, wanting it harder and wanting him closer.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” He said. Hearing his deep voice and feeling his hardened cock had your train of thoughts derailing.

You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him back roughly. A surprised gasp left his lips as his darkened eyes widened. Quickly a smirk appeared on his face. Oh he definitely liked it.

Digging your nails into the skin of his chest made him hiss. You leaned forward, your lips touching the shell of his ear as you put on a soft and sensual voice. “I am going to tell you something and you will do as I say, agreed?”

Even though you loved to be submissive there was also something exciting about being the dominant one. You may not have that much experience in this role but now you really felt like it and wondered if Henry would like it too.

Henry grunted and hoarsely vocalized his consent. “Yes.”

“Good,” you answered and grabbed his wrists and placed them above his head. “Keep ‘em here.”

His nostrils flared and a muscle in his jaw tensed but he did as you told. You started to kiss his jaw softly, descending to the side of his neck and placed another one there. Pressing your lips against his delicate skin again and again.

After a few kisses you sank your teeth into his skin, not too harsh but with enough pressure that made him hiss. You scraped your teeth down his neck and varied between kissing, biting and sucking. As you moved further down you reached his sternum. While pressing another kiss you looked up at him from underneath your lashes.

Henry’s lustful eyes followed you closely. Soft pants escaped his lips as his chest rose and fell.

You grasped the sides of his robe and pushed them aside so you could continue your descend. Dragging your nails over his flesh while you traced this invisible path with your lips and tongue while keeping his gaze. The movement extracted a shudder from him.

“Ah fuck,” he whimpered. His hands automatically reached for you but you were quick to react. Moving back up you grabbed his wrists and slammed them next to his head again. Putting your full weight onto them to indicate that you were in control. There was no way you could actually win from him since he was way stronger and could easily overpower you. But the message was received as you clicked your tongue at him.

“Do that again and I will stop.” You said. Henry grunted in response. Clearly struggling to control himself but, again, did as you told.

Continuing your oral expedition you moved lower and lower. As you reached his stomach you wickedly licked each one of his abs while squeezing his thighs with your hands. He wriggled underneath your touch but kept his arms up, just like you demanded.

You could feel his hard-on press against the underside of your boobs and suddenly an idea popped up in your head. Looking up you pressed your boobs together, capturing his cock in-between. A curse fell from his lips.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. You started to move up and down, putting more pressure while holding his gaze. Henry clenched his teeth and bucked his hips to match your rhythm.

A sudden rush of excitement and confidence washed over you for having him under your control. For now at least. After several thrusts you moved further down and took him straight into your mouth which drew another curse from him.

While pleasuring him with your mouth you let your hands glide over his tree trunk thighs, massaging the muscles there. His eyes fluttered close as he fisted his hands into his own hair, struggling with keeping them there. You moved your hands down to cup his balls while licking and sucking his cock.

That was the moment Henry said ‘fuck it’, grabbed your wrists and threw you onto your back. In a blink he was hovering over you. Pressing his full-body weight onto you while catching your lips in a hungry kiss.

“Fuck woman, what are you doing to me,” he muttered and guided himself at your soaked entrance. You let out a breathy moan and held onto his biceps.

The same feeling you had when you entered his suite this morning washed over you again. Your skin thrummed with a feral need to be touched. Your core clenching around nothing made you almost go mad, especially because you craved the way he felt, how he filled you up. The memory of it alone made you almost moan.

“Please Henry,” you pleaded and before your could finish your sentence he had already moved forward, filling your oh-so desperate hole.

He leaned onto his forearms, the position caused him to move closer and you shuddered as you felt the soft curls of his chest brush your pebbled nipples. His warm breath caressed your face and his clear-blue eyes stared right into yours.

His brows furrowed as he started to increase the pace, you moving along with him. Eyes fluttering close as he started to drive your closer to your peak. You clutched his curls as the moans started to spill out of your mouth, encouraging him to keep doing what he was doing.

Because what he was doing.. it was like a drug and it had you insanely addicted. Wanting all of it and above all wanting it more and more and more.

“Ah yes, just like that,” you whimpered.

Henry growled and grabbed your jaw. “Open your eyes,” he commanded and with a lot of effort you tried to obey him. The impact of your building orgasm now so close. “Look at me and come with me.” Those words and the way he was fucking you threw you straight over the edge. Causing you to shout his name in bliss as the wave of your release washed over you, Henry joining you on the same wave when his orgasm hit him too.

The sound of your body fluids, slapping skin and moans filled the room. Your ears ran from the way the dopamine was pounding through your veins.

“My, my, Joanne,” Henry started. “You drive me insane.”

You let out a shaky laugh and relaxed your grip on his curls. Now softly stroking them instead.

“You are amazing.” You retorted. Henry smiled and pressed a quick peck on the corner of your mouth.

“Stay here.”

He got up and made his way to the bathroom. Stay here. Well, that wouldn’t be a problem since you didn’t thrust your trembling legs. While catching your breath Henry returned with a warm cloth and handed it you so you could clean up.

After you were finished you threw the cloth next to the bed and made your way to lay next to Henry. He threw the comfortable blanked over you and tugged you closer to him.

“Well?” He asked and brushed a strain of hair behind your ear. You looked at him in confusion. “What?” “So, are you staying? Tonight? With me?”

You couldn’t help when a smile tugged at your lips. “I’d love too."

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A few hours passed when you woke up and licked your lips. Wanting to turn onto your side but were held back and felt a straining feeling at your wrists. What?

Furrowing your brows you tilted you head back so you could look up and your mouth fell open. Your hands were tied to the bed with the bathrobe string. You were fucking tied to the bed. Your breath hitched and quickly looked next to you and met Henry who carried a very smug look on his face.

“What..” You asked in confusion and felt your heart beat rise while trying to comprehend the situation while giving a tug at the fabric.

“I wanted to make sure you’d stay.” You heard him say and looked back at him. “You don’t blame me, now do you, darling?”

Your mouth was still open forming an ‘O’. You were lost for words and kind of swept away with how Henry looked with that smug on his face and the way that dark-brown curl fell onto his forehead.

“And even though I did enjoy the fact that you were in control earlier, I prefer to have the reigns into my own hands. I can’t wait to have my way with you.”

Oh boy. Well neither could you.

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the-traveling-poet · 6 months

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hi! I really like the way you write, and I wanted to make a request… can I ask for a Levi x member of the special operations squad where the reader gets kidnapped by Kenny? And when they found the reader Levi founds out Kenny “tortured” the reader? Like they find her full of bruises and such? Idk if it’s comfortable with you, please warn me if it is! Thank you so much 💕💕

Waylay

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The stress of the ruse had paid off, for once. Under Captain Levi’s guidance, Armin and Jean has successfully lured the merchants into their warehouse where the rest of the squad apprehended them for questioning.

As the last remaining cadet of the original Special Operations Squad, you’d been personally tasked by Levi with scouting the perimeter of the warehouse while he got the answers they needed from the rich men.

But while out on patrol, you catch sight of something you weren’t meant to see, leading to your capture…

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Pairings: Levi x Kidnapped!Reader

Warnings: Language, suggestive comments, torture, descriptions of violence and injuries.

SFW, torture, ends in fluff, s3

Taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth

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A/N: Ofc Anon, and thank you! I love this request, and had so much fun writing it! Don’t worry, I was plenty comfortable writing this, thanks for the worry lovely 🤎 Sorry for the wait!

As always, if anything in this request doesn’t meet your expectations, I’ll happily re-write.

Enjoy~

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Sweat dripped down your brow as you sheathed the blades connected to your ODM gear back into the holsters at your hips. You took your time stretching out your arms, legs, and back as Sasha and Mikasa made quick work of tying the two men’s arms behind their back with the same scratchy twine the men had used to restrain Armin and Jean previously. Connie checked over the two other boys in the center of the room as they rubbed at their sore wrists and removed heir disguises.

There wasn’t much for you to do now but wait as Captain Levi prepared to question the wealthy men about who had hired them for the (rather poorly done) job of capturing ‘Eren’ and Christa’.

“L/N, come here a second.”

Your Captain’s sudden call shook you from your thoughts as you turned on your heel and jogged over towards him.

“Captain,” you greeted softly, chancing a glance to the man tied at his feet. Disgust crawled up your throat from your stomach just looking at the man who’d mistaken Armin as Christa and attempted to satisfy his own perverted desires on the boy. Thought he’d never gotten that far, you’d still never forgive the man.

“I need you to patrol the perimeter of the warehouse. It’s by no chance we got this far without having been apprehended.” Levi muttered, sparing you a glance over.

“I need eyes out there, until I can survey myself.” Levi continued, giving you a hard stare.

Saluting him quickly, you turned on your heel to do just as he requested of you. But before you could, a thin hand clamped around your shoulder. Freezing, you glanced down at the hand on your shoulder and met the owner’s eye.

Levi stared hard into your eyes, his gaze never wavering. “Stay close. No more than thirty yards from the building at all times. The second something seems off, you report it back to me immediately. Understood?”

The look in his eye concerned you slightly. It looked as though he worried about something you couldn’t quite see just yet. But you were quick to shake the thought from your mind.

You nodded to him, your eyes shining with determination. “Will do, Captain.”

For a moment he stalled, staring down at his feet. “Levi. Just Levi to you, when we have moments of privacy like this,” he murmured, only meeting your eye for a second before turning on his heel.

Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you could only hum in acknowledgment before taking off. There’s been an unspoken relation blossoming between the two of you for some time now, but neither of you dared addressing it just yet. Not while so much was at stake. So instead of dwelling too long on the way he interacted so softly with you in moments of privacy, you forced the thought to the back of your mind until you could find the time to sit and think on it for awhile.

Anchoring your hooks into the nearest wall, you stop up towards an open window and up onto the roof high above. You had to shield your eyes against the light of the sun after having been in the dark warehouse for awhile. After a moment you let your hand fall down to your side as you looked over the area.

Nothing out of the ordinary, you thought. Civilians milled about the streets below, buying various goods from vendors set up on either side of the road. It wasn’t too busy, but busy enough for anyone to slink through the crowd unnoticed and disappear. This thought is what kept you on your toes, honing your gaze on every individual person in turn. Once you’d assessed all you could see from your vantage point on the roof, you activated your gear to shoot you to a neighboring roof for a new perspective on the town.

For roughly twenty minuets you’d kept up this routine; find a sturdy roof, survey the area, watch the civilians for any form of threat or disturbance, and then move on to a new area. So far you had nothing new to report back to Levi, so you decided to stay out a little longer and subconsciously enjoy the breeze hitting your face. You stayed within precisely thirty yards of the warehouse in all directions, just as ordered, until a movement down below urged you further away.

A man. No, two men. They slipped out of the crowd and darted for a dark alley. It could be nothing, but regardless you crouched lower on the roof and leaned over the side to investigate.

A stray beam of sunlight reflected off the metal clasps of their leather harnesses hooked over their chests and thighs from under their brown cloaks, causing your brow to furrow in concern.

Before you could do much as blink, they’d grappled onto the ally’s walls and started to ascend the building. Whispering a curse to yourself, you hastily moved away from the ledge.

No civilian had access to ODMG. These men had to be the ones tailing you all. Though how many more of them there were, you couldn’t be sure. You decided this needed to be reported to Levi, but a sudden thought crossed your mind, causing you to pause. The men were traveling further away from your position. Their final location, unknown to you.

Do I report this to Levi now and risk losing sight of them…Or follow and stop them before they can act?

Luckily, or rather, unluckily, your decision was made for you.

Upon standing up to activate your gear, you heard a shout from below. Snapping your gaze down, you were met with the two men from the ally peering over at you from a lower roof. Feeling fear sink into your gut, you spun on your heel and took off.

You couldn’t head back to the warehouse, that would lead them right towards the others. You had to improvise…

Swinging down towards the streets, you ducked into an ally much farther away from the warehouse than you were suppose to be and held your breath. For a moment, all was silent as you waited to catch any sign from the two men tailing you. But then your blood ran cold when a muffled chuckle sounded just behind your ear.

With a near silent shriek, you spun around and stared up into the eyes of the tall man behind you. His body was mostly hidden underneath his long beige trench coat, and you could barely make out the wicked grin he wore from how much of his face was shadowed by his hat.

“My my, what’s a pretty thing like you doing playing dress up in this here alley?”

He held a small dagger in his hand, using the tip of the blade to gesture to your ODMG straps. Before you could draw your own blade and challenge the near giant, a pair of footsteps echoed off the ally walls behind you.

You chance a glance over your shoulder, only to see the two men from before. You were cornered.

You knew you were too far from the others to cry out for help, and were too outnumbered to come out of this unscathed. But you’d be damned if you just sat there and gave up.

“You son of a bitch, you’ve been tailing us!” You growled out, clutching the handle of your blades tightly.

“That’s no way for a lady to talk. Set ‘er straight, boys.” The man before you chuckled, lowering his knife slightly.

Fooled by the false sense of security by having lowered his blade from your chest, you failed to notice one of the men from behind you running your way. By the time you unsheathed your blade and spun to counter his strike, it was too late. The tall man swung at the back of your head once you turned; the hilt of his blade slamming into the base of your skull and blurring your vision. You ungracefully crumpled to the floor, blades falling to the ground at your sides. Just before the world around you went completely black, you faintly heard the man’s voice ringing out.

“Seems we’re ‘boutta turn the tables on them with this here gal.”

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You slowly opened your eyes with a groan, head spinning and stomach churning with nausea. Your arms were tied behind your back tightly, and your legs bound to the rickety old chair you sat in. Your mouth was gagged with a grey rag that tasted of body oder, which really didn’t help your nausea.

You couldn’t tell where you were; just that it was dark and damp within the four walls you resided. There weren’t any windows in the room, depriving you of the knowledge to what time it might actually be.

Shuffling your arms and legs in their metal confides, you tried your best to remember how you’d ended up here.

Those strange men in the plaza…The knife pointed to your chest…The squad…

The sound of a heavy door creaking open startled you from your memories. In walked the same three men from before, each partially hidden beneath cloak or trench coat.

“Wakey wakey little girl. It’s time to answer some questions!” the tall man sang, the shadows no longer covering half of his scraggly face. He grinned down at you, tipping his hat to you in mock greeting. Feeling enraged at your situation, you spat at his feet.

“Kiss my ass, old man. You forced me here, the least you could do is tell me where I am.” you spat back.

“Oho, feisty one ain’t cha?” the man chuckled. “Fine, I’ll tell ya; You’re in my humble company.”

“More precisely?” you pressed on.

“Oi oi oi, calm your tits girlie!” The man wiped a hand down his face in mock exasperation. “Alls you need to know, is your bound head to toe. And ya ain’t got no one here to come to your aid. Now,” he took a step towards you, mockingly extending a hand to you.

“The names Kenny. The Ripper, if ya will. My boys here have some questions for you on my behalf while I…Well, that’s of no concern to ya. Behave, and I’ll make sure they don’t mare your pretty face up too much, yeah?”

Grimacing at the smell of his breath fanning over your face, you turned your head away and clenched your jaw. “I’m not telling you a damned thing.”

“Very well then,” Kenny grinned maliciously, pulling away from you and letting his two lackeys step forward. “Have fun you three, I’m off to business as usual!”

He started to leave the room, but as his stiff hand met the door’s handle, he glared over his shoulder at you, then smirked to the men standing before you. “Oh, and boys? Don’t spoil her too rotten just yet.”

Once the door was shut behind him, one of the men cracked his knuckles and gripped your chin tightly in his meaty hand.

“Hope you’re always this feisty. I enjoy me a nice, feisty woman,” he grinned, smacking your face away. With a grimace, you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come.

And you prayed. To what, you didn’t know. But nevertheless you prayed that Levi would find you before they had their way with you, cause you knew there was no way in hell you’d tell them anything. No matter what they did to you.

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Explosions rocked the four walls of your confinement, ceasing the sharp pain your captor’s knife caused against the skin of your collarbone.

“The hell…” he mumbled, just before another loud ‘boom’ shook your chair. You raised your head up sluggishly, looking towards the door. Your captors shared a look, before turning to you one last time.

“We’ll be back, pretty. Just gotta check on the boss man. Don’t fret, we’ll have fun again soon. Rest up, your legs are gonna need it~”

With that ominous threat hanging in the air, the two left, leaving you alone in the darkness. You shuffled in your chair, feeling your dirtied uniform shirt cut away from your shoulder falling down towards your elbow. You choked in a shuddered breath, feeling your own blood coat your lips. One of your eyes was nearly swollen shut, but that’s not what concerned you at the moment.

Despite your weakening limbs, you fought to slip out of your cuffs. After several moments of painful struggling, you realized it was no use. Just when you’d resigned to sitting back against the chair, a rattling sound echoed across the damp room. Looking up towards the door, you saw the handle jingle one, twice, thrice…and then it stilled.

You held your breath, fearing the men had returned to finish removing your tattered clothing, but this wasn’t the case. The door was thrown open with haste, the sudden brightness of torchlight nearly blinding you. Once you were able to fully open your eyes again, you gasped.

In strode three figures all dressed in brown capes, one holding a torch while the other two held heavy rifles over their shoulders.

The one in the middle let his gun clatter to the ground with a bang as he rushed towards you, causing you to flinch in fear.

“Y/N! Y/N, relax,” the voice spoke just above you. Relief flooded your being when you recognized the voice.

Levi had come.

“It’s just me…Just me…We’re here…Calm down.”

It was only then you realized you’d begun to thrash against your restraints, wanting nothing more than to sink into his embrace where you knew you would be safe. As it was your muffled cries could be heard through the nasty cloth in your mouth, which was quickly removed by Levi. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you finally met his eye.

“Levi-“

“We’ll talk later. For now, hold still. We’re getting you out of these cuffs, then we’re leaving.” Levi rushed, sinking to his knees to begin picking the lock chaining your legs to the chair. You were faintly aware of Mikasa and Jean working on freeing your arms, but all you could really focus on was Levi crouched between your knees, making fast work of the chains that held you captive.

Once you were free, Levi stood and looped an arm around your shoulders to help you stand. As you steadied your stance, he looked you over quickly.

“You think you can walk?” he asked quietly.

Wiping some stray tears away from your eyes, you nodded and started to move. With Levi and Mikasa’s assistance, you were able to follow after Jean as he led the way out of the room and down some halls with the light of his torch.

“Where…Are we?” you panted out as Levi and Mikasa guiding your movements.

“Some shitty abandoned store about two miles west of the warehouse we holed up in,” Levi answered curtly. His sharp gaze never left their surroundings.

Along the way, you saw men and women alike crumpled on the floor. They laid completely still, not even breathing. Drops of blood scattered around their bodies painting the floor and walls, and when you looked closer, you saw blood freckles across both Mikasa and Levi’s hands.

Gulping down your nausea, you turned away from the sights on the floor and focused more on your breathing.

Once you were safely outside and in the company of the squad, you did a quick headcount out of habit.

“Eren…Christa…Where are they?” You asked aloud. The other were silent, fists and jaws clenched.

“They got to them before we could. But we’re tracking their captors just as we did yours.”

Once Mikasa had released her hold on you, you turned to Levi anxiously.

“You should have gone for them first. They’re just kids, we need to go-“

“We’ll discuss this on the way there, L/N.” Levi cut you off, but he didn’t sound so harsh when he spoke. Looking into his eyes, you saw worry and relief swimming in his gaze as he stared back at you. Slowly, you nodded your understanding.

After another silent moment, Levi released his hold from around your shoulders and barked orders to his squad to prepare to ride out, all the while keeping you near him and in his sights.

As you followed him around, you tried your best to fix your torn and bloodied clothes. This didn’t go unnoticed by Levi, who quickly shrugged off his cloak and draped it around your shoulders to hide what exposed shin you showed, much to your relief.

“We’ll get you taken care of in the wagon. Hange’s meeting up with us soon,” he murmured, furrowing his brows as he watched you hug the cloak tighter to yourself.

You nodded, keeping your head down. Or at least, you had tried to, before he lifted your chin up slowly with his fingers to meet his gaze. You stared back inquisitively, still fighting off the anxious shivers that wracked your body.

His eyes flicked across your face, as though searching for an answer to an unspoken question. Heaving a sigh, he finally looked away, but kept his hand holding your chin.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Hange’s excited and breathless tone tore both your attentions away from one another.

“Wagon and horses are ready! Pile up, we’ve got some kids to catch!”

Sighing, you allowed Levi to help you up into the wagon away from Hange’s insistent questioning.

“Not now four eyes. She needs rest, not interrogated.” With a glance over his shoulder towards you, his tone softened. “She’s been though enough on our behalf today.”

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Night had fallen before you’d reached this chapel Hange had told you about. They’d taken the time to fill you in on what had transpired while you were held captive. And in turn, you’d told them the horrors of the room you’d been chained in for hours.

Before long, Levi rode up alongside the wagon you sat in. You’d made sure all the while that he could hear your recount from where concersed with Hange. He shot you a look, then quickly tied his reins to the wagon and hopped from his horse over the wooden railing to swiftly take a seat beside you once Hange had ridden ahead.

Hot, you couldn’t help but think.

“How are you?” he asked softly, shuffling a little closer to where you sat curled up on yourself.

“Better, now,” you murmured, shooting him a kind but small smile over your hunched shoulders. You scooted a little closer to him as well, ready to use to the excuse you’d just thought up of being too cold, should he ask.

He eyed your still torn clothes and glared; not at you, you knew, but at the state those men had put you in.

“Hange told me…” You started off lowly. “And…that man as well…That was Kenny the Ripper, who grabbed me. He’s working with the MP’s? Didn’t he used to, yknow…kill them?”

“Seems so,” Levi sighed, beginning to gently remove your borrowed cloak. Assessing your state, he brought a clean cloth from his pocket to the cut on your collar bone.

“After capturing you, he was able to send his men after the rest of us and take Eren and Christa. We chased them through Trost, and lost several of our men, but we…I, was able to to question one of them before ending their life. The information they gave me led me to you. Though, not nearly as soon as I’d have liked it to.”

You took in this information silently, content with just watching him clean off the cuts marring your collar bones, arms, and torso. After he was finished, he brought up a small case from under the bench and produced a needle and thread.

“I’m sorry; this is going to hurt.” he warned, looking up to catch your eye. Gritting your teeth, you shifted yourself to face him and avoided watching what he was doing. As he prepared the thread, you closed your eyes to prepare for the sting that was to follow.

But it never came. Instead, you felt a soft touch on your cheek. Startled, you opened your eyes to see his hand brushing away a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “Though I’m relieved we found you in time, before anything worse could happen…I’m sorry; that you ended up in such a situation.” Levi whispered, holding your gaze intently. Fighting back a blush, you just stared back.

“The moment I realized you hadn’t returned…I panicked. I cost us lives in my haste to find you,” he continued, rushing out his words now in urgency.

“I couldn’t find you fast enough. I can’t-I couldn’t bear to lose my last cadet. Not after…I couldn’t lose you.”

Touched by his words, you found the sudden strength and courage to reach out to lower his hands from your arm where he’d been preparing to stitch you up. You took his hands in yours, and leaned your head onto his shoulder.

“I didn’t tell them a thing. Not one. And it may have been…well…torture…but I’d have done it all over again to protect you, Levi.”

You looked up at him with a smile, noting the slight color rising to his cheeks.

“I’m glad it was you who found me. I was waiting for you.”

His eyes took on a new emotion; one you’d never seen before. Mirroring the look in your own eyes, you knew that whatever had been brewing between the two of you, was blossoming into much more.

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rosaacicularis · 2 years

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Hey bestie! 👋 so I saw in the tags of a misc kiss scene post that you might’ve written something suggestive, well now my curiosity is piqued and I would love to read it (only if you’re comfortable sharing ofc)

it’s not terribly so… but it feels more suggestive than anything else i’ve written so… 😗😗

“god,” scar breathes out, inches away from grian. they’re looking in each other’s eyes as if they’re the only things on earth. scar feels like he could pass out from the all encompassing feeling of want pouring out of him. “you make me dizzy.”

his hands on grian’s cheeks pull him closer as their lips finally connect. it’s so much desire and yearning combined into a single desperate kiss. grian’s hand rest on scar’s shoulders, one of them slides up to grasp at the hairs on the nape of his neck.

grian feels scar lick his bottom lip, he readily opens his mouth, waiting, hungry. he feels scar’s tongue as it brushes against his own, it tastes heavenly, grian thinks he might get drunk off of it. he thinks he might want to.

scar pulls away, breathless, and leans his forehead against grian’s. “scar,” grian whispers. he can’t think of anything else, only his name, only how it feels against his lips, reminiscent of the kiss.

“grian,” scar replies. they’re so close, hands on clothes, on skin. they can feel each other’s breaths, slowly steadying out. scar brushes his fingers along grian’s jaw, slowly, softly, lightly. grian leans into the touch.

#it’s just the middle paragraph #idk i feel like it implies stuff you know?#suggestive #scarian #hermitshipping #snippet #anon ask

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laurelier · 3 years

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#up way too late again bc sleep evades me #and harry is harry skdkfjkfkff i stayed up late enough to see the pics begin to roll in and i was done for ffsddffff #so we’re gonna #tag rant #about the seeming emergence of this fun silhouette thing we got goin on. or: the one where #meg yells about harry styles and his big pants again.#i love the idea of uniformity in his tour fits i kind of hope that sticks around #but i keep looking at pics of him in tonight’s particular outfit and kind of ln’s as well and i’m really really #struck by how conservative they are in terms of coverage. like his chest is out sure (a lil) but those pants are loose as fuck bro.#and how bright and attention grabbing they are in terms of color and pattern #but also so simple and clean like just cream pants lilac shirt. red pants striped shirt. even pink pants pink glittersparkles there's not #many moving parts to the fits they hold attention but they're not busy or chaotic all of which is certainly purposeful tension #and purposeful contrast. it's like. the clothes are loose and substantial enough for people not to focus first on his body #there are peeks of his body that you notice later but the clothes demand attention first they're just like. kind of commanding? there's #so much fabric and they're so richly colored #and they're loud and beautiful enough to invite people talking about them exactly as we are doing and always do #and yet the silhouette is so demure?#it’s like he’s exhibiting the clothes almost. like LOOK WHAT IM WEARING LOOK HOW BEAUTIFULLY MADE LOOK AT THIS FABRIC ITS STUNNING #and of course he's wanting us to look at him not just the clothes right he's harr after all but idk something about these outfits #suggests to me a desire to be looked at more softly. and ofc not to speak for him never to speak for him but it #almost seems like he's trying to get us to see *him* dancing and glittering in the clothes before we see the body that's wearing them.#and i don't feel like it's the first time he's asked for that through clothes either #and not to like. i don't want to project too much of my own shit onto harry here but.#keeping the same silhouette with shifting colors and also having that silhouette be basic and simple and high coverage #feels like a move i’d make if i wanted people to focus on me in place of *~**me~~** the fabricated outer shell version and well #at least to me that feels really congruent with certain lyric changes and the way he seems to just. want to be known.#not consumed through sight and visibility but known.#OR MAYBE I'MJUST TALKING ABOUT ME AGAIN skdfjksjfkjsd who the fuck knows #tw body image

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milliedazzledust · 3 years

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In Loving Memory (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request: @missroro the reader is steve twin and she married to bucky after the blip, she had enough of the 'new captain america' thing shes really mad, so when walker and his friend start talking about joining forces she snap like she pull out a gun and pointing right at them, also sam ofc dont forget about sam. Sam trying to stop her while bucky "nah let her do her fun"

Words: 2021

Warning: !!TFATWS SPOILER!! without context - violence

A/N: wrote this today, it basically follows the events of ep3 of fatws but without context. I have a couple of exams this week so I won't be able to post until next saturday. Until then, enjoy

"You shouldn’t have gave him the shield"

Sam frowned, turning back to look at Bucky.

"I didn’t gave him the shield" He defended himself, making a point.

"Well, Steve definitely didn’t" Y/N ironically answered back.

He gave her a pointed stare. They had had this conversation countless times and Y/N never missed a chance to remind him of what she thought was a huge mistake.

"You are the reason this is happening, Sam. You chose to take on my brother’s legacy and threw it out the window"

The man didn’t reply and pursed his lips. He knew she didn’t mean any of her harsh words, she was angry and still mourning. If taking it out on him could make her feel better, he would let her.

"Y/N, stop" Bucky took a step toward his wife, clasping her hand in his metal one. He had hoped the physical contact would be enough to calm her down.

"He abandoned me, Sam" She continued, her voice filled with emotions. "He was gone and all I had left was memories. I chose this life for him, I fought with him, I believed in everything he represented. I looked up to him, to Captain America. And today, even those memories are gone, taken by the same government you and I were up against, mocked by clowns pretending to be heroes, all because you gave up"

The Falcon closed his eyes and dropped his head. She couldn’t see his point of view, or share his opinions when her judgment was clouded by so much pain. He wished she could understand the dilemma, the duality that represented the shield for him.

"Y/N, please, that’s enough" Bucky whispered next to her ear.

She turned her head toward him and as usual, his heart broke when he saw the torment in her eyes. She didn’t need to speak, she was an open book to him. They both had lost so much and yet were all each other had left. They were collateral damage, their own team against a world that wasn’t theirs anymore. She silently nodded, assuring him she was fine. Sam watched Bucky kissing her forehead and he furrowed his brow. He would never admit it but he was glad they had each other, because no one could carry that much pain alone without crumbling apart.

Before any of them could add anything, soldiers in blue and red erupted in the room, bursting through the door of the apartment where they were hiding in Latvia. Bucky instinctively grabbed Y/N and forced her body to move behind his. The two man stood in front of them, tall and proud, a smug smile on their lips.

"Alright, that’s it, your time is up" The man calling himself Captain America announced, the shield in one hand, the other pointing at the three avengers. "Tell me where Zemo is"

"We know you’re hiding him" His sidekick added.

"I’m ordering you to turn him over"

Sam eyed them up and down.

"Let’s be clear, the only thing you’re running here is your mouth" The Falcon firmly replied, crossing his arms.

"I gave you a chance to work with us" He mentioned.

" ‘For us’ is the correct way to put it, tough guy. And we said no." Y/N reminded him, her face showing how much she was annoyed.

"You’re obviously in over your head so I suggest you turn back and go" Sam argued.

"You really want this conversation to go there ?" The hero threatened.

Bucky straightened up when he felt Y/N tensing. He knew she was already on the verge of snapping. One wrong word from the man she hated and this could go down to hell.

"Should I put down the shield ?" He continued to challenge Sam. "Make it fair?"

The woman groaned and when John Walker dropped his weapon, without a second thought, she grabbed the nearest knife and threw it right at his face. The man had barely enough time to move back and his eyes rose in surprise when the blade stuck itself into the wall with force.

"Sorry, it slipped" She ironically explained, shrugging.

"You don’t want to play this game with me" He tried to intimidate her, tilting his head to the side.

She smiled, pleased he was giving her the opportunity to smack his face. Bucky clenched his fists when he saw her walking in front of Walker. Without tearing her eyes away from his, she seized her knife and pulled it out of the wall with a sharp movement.

"I think someone should teach you a lesson, Walker" She told him in a low tone.

"Are you offering ?" He challenged her.

"Don’t tempt me"

"You’re lucky you’re his sister" He grinned. "But don’t push it. This Captain America is not as lenient as the previous was"

Bucky swore under his breath. It was too late now. And just as Sam looked at him with concern, Y/N threw her fist in a curved punch at the soldier. He used his forearm to counter the blow, but she was faster and had far more experience. Using the momentum, her foot rose up and kicked him in the face. The man was thrown back, shaking his head in confusion.

"We should do something" Sam advised the former assassin.

"No. Let her have her fun" He crossed his arms, harboring a small smirk.

The soldier tried to hit her back, but even when he took the shield she blocked his attack. His sidekick soon joined the fight and distracted her for a second, just enough time for Walker to punch her. Immediately, she felt the taste of blood in her mouth, but no pain. She was passed that, far too pissed to feel anything.

Another blow on her chest send her to the ground and Hoskins hold her down while his friend was about to hit her with her brother’s shield. He raised it in the air, with every intention of beating her, but a strong metal hand stopped him in his movement. A very infuriated Bucky stood before him, his blue eyes darkening with anger. He firmly took the weapon, knocked Hoskins out with it and threw it across the room.

"If you wanted to make it fair, you shouldn’t have chosen to hit my wife" His tone was terrifying.

Walker didn’t seem as confident anymore. Bucky looked imposing, brute force ready to strike. His metal arm clenched in a fist and, without warning, it collided with the soldier’s jaw, sending him a few feet away. He strode to the man on the ground and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform

"This is all easy for you, isn’t it ?" Walker spoke with venom, staring at Bucky. "All that serum running through your veins"

With a swift movement, Y/N took the shield and launched it with power right on the soldier’s chest. The blow was so violent his body crashed into a door before landing on the floor. She was furious by his statement and he could see it with every step she made toward him. She grabbed the gun attached to her thigh and pointed it at his face.

"Lesson number one: learn when to shut up. Especially when you don't know what you're talking about" She was fuming but had not intention on killing the man, despite the sheer desire to do so.

She didn’t realize Sam was next to her until she saw his hand lowering her gun.

"This isn’t what Steve would want." He calmly expressed. "Remember, there’s always another way"

Her lips quivered and she closed her eyes, remembering how many times her brother had told her that. She let him take the weapon and looked up at him. The conviction and kindness in his stare were enough. He didn’t have to say anything. Every words she needed to hear, he spoke them in silence.

She turned back to Bucky and he cupped her face, inspecting the bruise on her skin. He seemed ready to go back and beat the man down. Y/N softly smiled and clasped her hands around his wrists. He stroke her cheek and pulled her toward him before carefully kissing her lips.

"Good ?" He asked in a soft voice he only used with her.

"Good"

It was something between them, a single word they spoke every time they fought. Wherever they were, whomever they were up against, if one of them asked, the other had to answer. It was their intimate way to always know they were alright.

Later that day, Sam and Bucky had decided to go talk to the leader of the Flag Smasher, Karli Morgenthau, while Y/N had been charged to follow Walker and Hoskins. As soon as she had seen they were going after the young super soldier, she had warned her friends about the danger. She knew enough about the new Captain to guess he had no intention on arresting Karli. He wanted to make justice himself. She pitied his sidekick. He seemed like a decent man with good ideas struggling to find virtue on the wrong side of the battle. He was Walker’s collateral damage.

She wondered what Steve would think of all that if he could see them fighting both super soldiers and Captain America. He never cared for the star and stripes, never used his shield to harm. His heart was with the people he defended. Even when it had been against Tony, he pursued what he believed was best. Was that what Walker was trying to do ? She couldn’t know. But she was sure of one thing, the man had nothing in common with Steve. Pride, ego and selfishness were never traits anyone would have used to describe her brother. She couldn’t bear for him to be replaced, especially to a man that didn’t share his morals or any of his opinions. The shield he was carrying wasn’t just a weapon, it was her brother’s symbol of hope, a symbol he had fought so hard to forge. The man made the uniform, not the other way around. That’s what Walker didn’t get. Up until that point, people had not been following Captain America, they had been following Steve Rogers.

Standing in that public square, she didn’t realize she was crying until she felt Bucky entwined his fingers with hers. She couldn’t avert her eyes from the horrific scenery. Powerlessly, she watched a man she didn’t know being executed. His opponent was merciless, striking with determination and rage, using the only piece of memory she had left of her brother to bring terror and death. Frozen on the spot in the middle of the crowd, she could see the fear in all those strangers eyes and it felt like grief coming in waves, a shard in her guts that would never leave. It felt like this particular moment was choking the breath out of her body, short circuiting her mind. What was whole once completely shattered and she couldn’t find the strength to be angry anymore. All her brother had built had fallen apart in the split of a second and all the world had left was a bloodied image of his symbol of hope. A symbol that was no more.

“Sam...” She called him, almost like a scared child.

“I know...”

Both men looked worried. Y/N felt Bucky’s hand trembling and she squeezed him harder. She could easily guess how he felt. Steve had saved both of them, he had gave them a purpose, had allowed the former assassin to be more than the weapon Hydra had made of him. Pieces by pieces, he had brought their family back together. And as they both stood there, witnessing the horrifying end of his legacy, Bucky realized everything his bestfriend had fought for was turning into dust.

"I’m sorry" Y/N whispered to Sam. "But there’s no other way now"

Her husband dropped his head, trying to regain a sense of control over his emotions. Wordlessly agreeing with her, he turned to their friend.

“He has to be stopped”

Tags: @taina-eny

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realcube · 3 years

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their team reacts to seeing them with hickeys/back scratches 💫

characters: kageyama, akaashi & kita

tw// fem! reader, sexual references, swearing, blood

kita tw// mentions of daddy kink, punishment, overstimulation - MINORS DNI

KITA’S IS AGED UP!!

thank you anon for the request 💗

Tobio Kageyama

he was on tanaka’s team for game amongst karasuno and he watched his senpai take off his shirt and wave it around after they scored another point

but instead of putting the shirt back on, he kept it off bc he was too lazy to go get it since he threw it to the other side of the gym

then noya took his shirt off too bc he was sweating buckets

but kageyama wasn’t really sure why they had their shirts off so he felt the need to ask

‘why aren’t you putting your shirt back on?’

noya was just kinda like ‘who are you, my mom?’ but tanaka gave him a straight answer which was ‘it helps with ✨ aerodynamics✨’

kageyama isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed so he doesn’t even know what aerodynamics are

but then he watched tanaka make a killer spike and he was sold

shirt = off

aerodynamics = thriving (?)

sets = awesome

back scratches = exposed 😳

hotel = trivago

tsukishima was the first one to notice ofc as he was positioned right behind kageyama

he didn’t say anything tho bc yamaguchi was on the opposite team so he just had to snicker to himself

hinata was like ‘what’s so funny, stinkyshima?!’ bc he automatically assumed that tsukishima was laughing at him lol

but then he followed tsukki’s gaze and leaned back to look at kageyama’s back too

‘yeesh, man. you should probably put some aloe vera on that or something, it could get infected.’

AIUWRAFHBE ok ok hinata isn’t completely oblivious to the connotations of back scratches but he’d never think in a million years that kageyama would get laid so he kinda subconsciously ruled that possibilty out-

kageyama quirked a brow, ‘what?’

‘your back! it’s all mangled.’

then noya and tanaka ran over and fkn BURST OUT LAUGHING

at this point, all of kageyama’s team was surrounding him while the other team waited patiently for them to serve

but after a while, it was clear that they weren’t gonna do that so suga - who was on the opposing team - strolled over to see what they were all laughing about

and when he saw it- bitch- he went red

a cool mom so he probably made a suggestive remark as he walks away

it eventually got to the point where everyone in the gym was crowded around kageyama and for ease, i’ll categorize their reactions:

laughing their ass off ➵ tsukishima, tanaka, nishinoya, coach ukai & yamaguchi

concerned and confused ➵ yachi, takeda, hinata & narita

a blushing mess ➵ asahi, kinoshita & sugawara

unfazed 😐 ➵ kiyoko & daichi

LIVID ➵ kageyama

‘WHY DO YOU ALL CARE SO MUCH ABOUT MY BACK?!’

kageyama could literally break his neck and walk into practise with a neck brace and no one would bat an eye but now that he has scratches on his back, suddenly everyone is so concerned about his wellbeing? where with this energy that time he said that hinata gave him a concussion?

to be fair, he didn’t have a concussion- also, he forgot the word so he told suga that hinata gave him a ‘conclusion’

daichi agreed, trying to usher everyone back to their spot on the court, ‘yeah, it’s no big deal, guys. let’s get back to practise.’

everyone slowly made their way back to where they were previously but since tanaka and noya were still on kageyama’s team, they continued to pry

tanaka flung his arm around kageyama’s shoulders, ‘so how’d you get those scratches, big boy?’

an ungodly laugh left noya’s mouth

kageyama shrugged, ‘(y/n), i think.’

the whole gym room went silent before erupting in choruses of laughter once again

‘WELL YOU AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND NEED TO CALM DOWN THEN!’ tanaka wheezed

kageyama was truly the idiot that didn’t understand the implications of the back scratches - so you can imagine that he was frustrated when everyone started laughing again

‘what’s so funny?’ but then, he recalled the events which he was pretty certain were the reason for the marks on his back......it was pretty funny

you insisted on giving kageyama a back massage after a long day of practise so he took his shirt off and let you go for it

for the record, he really loved it :)) he was just so happy sitting there between your thighs as you sat on the couch and rubbed his back, loosening all the knots he didn’t even know he had

but then he got a lil’ inch on his back and was like ‘can you get that for me?’ since your hands were already on his shoulders/back

ofc you said yes and started lightly scratching the spot he desired, but being extra careful bc you just got you nails done in the stiletto shape and the last thing you wanted to do was puncture his back lol

‘harder..’ kageyama muttered so low that you almost didn’t hear him

you obliged, pressing a bit harder

‘harder.’ he insisted once more

again, you served by digging your nails in a bit deeper

‘harder.’

‘no, kags. i’ll literally pierce your skin if i press any harde--’

‘harder!’ he barked (for a joke) and you jumped from fright, instinctively pushing in more and increasing the pace of your hand

at this point, you were rigorously clawing at his back, on the verge of drawing blood which you could tell by his skin’s newfound crimson pigment

kageyama took it upon himself to lean backwards onto your nails to force you to go rougher as you had yet to ease his itch

then you let out a high-pitched scream so naturally, kageyama jerked away then peered over his shoulder to make sure you hadn’t like..died

‘what?!’ he asked, eyes filled with worry

‘blood!’ you yelled, pointing at his back before sprinting to the kitchen to get a tissue

kageyama’s gaze followed you until you were out of sight, then he lightly touched his back around the parts you were scratching and once he pulled his hand away, he noticed the blood which was now on his fingers

‘oh.’

the concerning part was that he didn’t even feel it tbh 🤔

anyway tanaka and noya probably coo ‘oooh~ lovebirds~’ when you come pick him up from practise

Keiji Akaashi

bokuto heard some ppl whispering about akaashi & (y/n) in the changing room so he turned around to take a look at his friend then he noticed the scratch marks on his poor friends’ back

‘AKAASHI!! DID YOU GET MAULED BY A BEAR?!?!’ he screamed, grabbing the attention of everyone in the changing room and those who weren’t whispering about akaashi before, were definitely doing so now

akaashi smiled softly and shook his head, hastily throwing on his shirt and buttoning it up as he spoke, ‘no, bokuto-san.’

bokuto quirked a brow, wondering what could’ve possibly happened before his jaw dropped to the ground

‘is it ‘cause i patted your back a bit hard earlier?!?!?’

akaashi didn’t even bother to question how bokuto could think that a slap on the spine could lead to scratch marks and instead just replied normally, ‘no.’

bokuto was stumped once again- why else would his buddy have marks on his back? and why was (y/n) such a prominent name floating around in this changing room? doesn’t everyone know that she is taken by bokuto’s best-bro akaashi?

....

WAIT

bokuto’s jaw hung open once again as his soul left his body through an overdramatic gasp, before leaning in and whispering in akaashi’s ear, ‘wait- don’t tell me- you and (y/n)-’

akaashi’s cheeks tinted red slightly so he turned his head away while he pulled on his blazer, ‘no.’

bokuto let out a light sigh of relief, gently patting his pal’s back, ‘ah, good. but then, where did those marks come from?’

before akaashi even got the opportunity to open his mouth to respond, komi and konoha passed the pair, konoha patting akaashi’s shoulder and komi shot him a toothy grin accompanied by a thumbs-up, ‘get some, akaashi.’

then they walked off, konoha mubbling something about his chances with (y/n) being ruined

this left both bokuto and akaashi extremely confused

once all traces of komi and konoha were gone, akaashi proceeded to explain himself

‘backne is a horrible thing.’ he murmured, grabbing his satchel, slinging it over his shoulder before strolling out the changing room. ‘i’ll wait for you outside.’

and bokuto just stood there like (。_。) ‘what’s backne?’

Shinsuke Kita

atsumu had invited the whole squad back to inarizaki for one last game before coach kurosu’s retirement

after ages of arrangement, the whole team were able to make an appearance at the game - whether that be for 10 minutes or the whole thing

kita was able to stay for the whole thing

he was currently warming-up while chatting with aran before he was approached by atsumu, who was as lively as ever

‘mister rice farmer! it’s good to see you again!’ he sung, tossing his arm around kita’s shoulder and patting it in a friendly manner, ‘how’s life been treating ya?’

kita and atsumu somehow managed to make small-talk as if they hadn’t been apart for the last 6 years

‘me and my girlfriend have only been together for 6 months but i think i’m ready to settle down.’ atsumu mused, tapping his elbow before realising that he had been talking about himself for a while, ‘but anyway, i see that you and (y/n) are still going strong. haven’t y’all been together since the first year of highschool? that’s impressive! when are you gonna wife her up?’

kita perked up upon hearing that, ‘uh, yes. but how do you know that?’

atsumu couldn’t help but smirk, casually running a hand through his hair before motioning to the hickey on kita’s neck which was on semi-display, ‘right there, bud.’

kita looked down but unfortunately, his neck didn’t bend enough to see what atsumu was referring to

‘also,’ atsumu chuckled, slightly embarrassed about what he was going to admit ‘i saw the pic of her you put on your facebook.’

‘ah, okay.’ that one kita could understand

atsumu was about to open this mouth to say something but then the shrieking noise of the coach kurosu’s whistle rang through the gym room, indicating the start of the match

the game went surprisingly smooth tbh

minimal fights :o

but kita did get teased quite a lot smh

anyway, after everything was all said and done and everyone started to filter out the gym, kita rushed to the bathroom to check himself in the mirror and see what atsumu was referring to on his neck

once he took a look at himself, he frowned

just as he thought, a hickey - that’s embarrassing

it was clear you made an effort to place hickeys in areas that would be hidden though as the bruise was barely peeking out from under the collar of his jersey, atsumu just has a rather keen eye

however, that wasn’t going to stop kita from pounding you dry when he gets home - as a punishment ofc

kita was about to leave but he couldn’t help but stay and stare at himself in the mirror for a bit longer, recalling last night as he wondered at what point you bit those onto his neck

was it during the 2nd round? or the foreplay? or perhaps the 4th round? wait- no- definitely during aftercare cuddles!..or actually, maybe the 1st round?

in all honesty, he couldn’t remember

to him the whole night was a blur of pounding into you relentlessly, overstimulation, pleads for mercy, tears, passionate kisses and praise

with a sprinkle of daddy kink but let’s not talk about that

oh, and not to forget the way you’d call out his name just as you were about to reach your orgasm

or your sweet, lewd whines that echoed through the room when he thrashes against your sensitive spot

and don’t get him started on the cute little nicknames you have for him that squeal out through moans, like ‘daddy’, ‘master’, ‘sir’ etc

kita snapped out of his fantasies, letting out a sigh and about to exit the bathroom- until he noticed himself in the mirror out of the corner of his eye

he was hard

smh smh smh

now he was stuck between a rock and a hard place

(literally 🤠)

he could either potentially embarrass himself or cause an accident by walking to his car and driving home with a throbbing boner

or he could call you to help him jerk off in a bathroom stall

so he took a seat in one of the stalls - for the sake of the ppl he might run over if he did otherwise

he rung you up and thankfully, you picked up and you weren’t feeling bratty enough to deny him the help he needed so badly

although it wasn’t a very pleasurable experience since he was constantly on hyper-alert just in case the janitor walked in, at least he got a lot of nostalgia from it :))

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keanureevesisbae · 3 years

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Summary: A slice of life of Henry and Becky

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 5k

A/N: It's official: the ending of Henry and Becky - not gonna lie, it was quite the ride and boy, did I enjoy it. From March till now, these two have taught me a lot. Writing wise, storytelling wise, sex wise, and character development wise. I hope you will like this ending of theirs 😘 I know I do!

Henry finally has the family he always wanted. His beautiful wife Becky and three lively boys: Adrien, who is ten, seven year old Lucas and little Jordan just turned four. Henry adores his family. Every weekend, he makes sure he doesn’t have any work to do, so he can take the four of them on a little trip, whether that is the zoo, the park or dinner with a view (most likely an aquarium, because the boys love to watch the fish).

It’s sweet to see how his kids are and their personalities. Adrien is a typical oldest child, very head strong and takes charges like no other. Lucas is a very happy go lucky kid, always up for something and goes into a project head first and is very very impulsive. Jordan is very timid, always hiding behind his mom’s legs whenever he finds something frightening or pushes his face into Henry’s chest, wanting to quiet down the hectic world.

After a long and draining day at the office, Henry arrives back home from work that Friday night. He hears the four of them discussing. Not the heated kind, but more a sneaky one, deciding what to make for dinner.

‘Not wanting to ruin the surprise, but I heard something about food,’ Henry says, placing his case on the floor.

‘Dad, you’re home!’ Lucas says, jumping up from the couch and wrapping his arms around Henry. No matter how long he has been gone (it can vary from a day to a week to a minute), Lucas is always happy to see him again.

Adrien gives his dad a hug as well, but like usual, Jordan has a bit of starting problems. He looks from his mom to Henry to his mom again. ‘Dad’s home,’ Becky says with a smile. ‘Want to hug him?’

Jordan slides from her lap and walks over to his dad, hugging his leg. It usually takes him a few moments before he can react to something, a trait Henry finds so endearing.

Henry scoots him up in his arms, giving him a kiss on his chubby cheek, before walking over to Becky. ‘Hi, sweetheart,’ he says. ‘I missed you.’

‘Missed you too. We were just discussing what we would make you for dinner,’ Becky says, pressing a kiss on his lips. ‘We were thinking either some pasta or some Soto soup.’

‘How about,’ Henry says, ‘the boys can help me out and you sit right here? We’ll make dinner for you.’

Adrien nods. ‘Yes, mom, you always cook. We can do it now. We’ll make pasta for you.’

‘Dad is not like uncle Greg, who always burns down the kitchen,’ Lucas says.

She smiles. ‘Okay, I’ll be right here. Jordan, what do you want to do? Help them out?’

Jordan nods. ‘Help dad,’ he whispers and Henry presses a kiss on his cheek again, before saying: ‘Okay, buddy, you can help me with stirring, okay?’

And together with his three boys, Henry walks into the kitchen.

It took them approximately nine to ten months before Becky became pregnant with Adrien. It was scary, yet exciting at the same time. Finally their new beginning started. They had already moved to a bigger place, with a backyard and tons of space for the kids, but now it was becoming even more real, with a little one on the way.

When they found out she was pregnant, Becky officially quit working at the archives and became what she always wanted: a full time author and mom.

Henry absolutely adored seeing the changes with her and her body, prepping for the arrival of the baby and giving Becky all the things her heart desires.

Becky was an amazing mother, everything came natural to her. She was kind, sweet and patient, while Henry found himself often confused and scared. But now they have three boys and he is becoming more and more secure with himself.

For ten years there always has been at least one kid around her when Henry went to work, but with Jordan going to school after this weekend, he knows it’s gonna be hard on her.

They have been bringing Jordan to Pre-K, however that’s only for two mornings a week, since he finds it very scary not to be around his mom.

He can see it’s eating Becky alive. When he looks over his shoulder, he notices her staring at the pictures. ‘Jordan,’ he says, ‘you’ve been helping me very well, but will you do me a favor?’

‘What is it?’ Jordan asks with a slight lisp.

‘Can you sit with your mom? Give her a big hug?’

He nods and after Henry lifted him off the counter, the little man walks over to his mom. ‘Momma,’ he hears Jordan say, ‘dad said I should give you a hug.’

Becky laughs. ‘Do you want to give me a hug?’

‘Always.’

She wraps her arms around his waist and gives him a kiss, lifting Jordan on her lap.

While Henry and the other boys finish up dinner, he cannot stop looking over his shoulder at the other two. Becky is listening intently to something Jordan is telling her and her soft smile is making his heart still pound after years of being together.

Jordan places his head on her chest and she wraps her arms tightly around him.

And it warms Henry’s heart to see that.

✤ ✤ ✤

The next morning, Henry wakes up before the kids do, but Becky is already up. He is quick to get out of bed as well, rushing downstairs to see his beautiful wife of more than eleven years in the kitchen, trying to get the coffee machine to work.

‘Good morning, baby girl, please, allow me to do it.’

She turns around. ‘Good morning, my knight in shining armor.’

He stands next to her, fixing the coffee machine with one hand, while he uses his other to pull her closer to him. He absolutely adores her pajama’s, that consist of pink shorts and a large shirt of his. He gives her a kiss on her cheek. ‘How did you sleep?’

‘Wonderful and I know you did as well, because you snored a little.’

‘I don’t snore,’ Henry retorts, but he knows that might not be the entire truth. He does that from time to time, especially when he’s really tired. ‘What’s the plan today?’

‘I have some work to finish,’ Becky says, ‘and Adrien has some homework. Maybe you can make sure Jordan and Lucas have something to do?’

Before he can answer to that (which is yes), the door opens and they see little Jordan standing in the doorway. ‘Momma,’ he whimpers.

‘Oh honey, what’s wrong?’ Becky asks, walking over to him, crouching down in front of him.

‘I’m scared.’

‘Why?’

‘Monday.’

‘Oh, is it because you’re going to school?’

He nods. ‘I wanted to sleep in your bed, but you and dad weren’t there.’

Henry’s heart breaks in tiny little pieces and when Becky lifts him up, she looks at him with a pout. ‘Honey, there is nothing to worry about,’ Becky says.

Jordan curls up against her chest and little sobs escape from his lips. ‘I’m scared.’

She takes a seat at the dining table, pressing a kiss on top of his head. ‘I understand that you’re scared, but there is nothing to be afraid of. Miss Sue is a lovely lady, did you know that? You already saw her a few times and on top of that, she was Adrien’s and Lucas’ kindergarten teacher and they loved her.’

‘I miss you,’ Jordan continues to say.

‘I know you will miss me,’ Becky says. ‘I’ll miss you too, but you know: going to school is a lot of fun.’

Jordan sighs, his eyes still a little heavy. Henry understands. It’s five in the morning and while he and Becky are used to getting up at this hour, the boys aren’t.

‘Why don’t you two get back in bed?’ Henry suggests. ‘I’ll bring some coffee and some apple juice up.’

As the two of them go upstairs again, he quickly gets the drinks ready and goes to the master bedroom. He sees Jordan is asleep against her chest, his cheeks still a little bit red. He slides in next to her after placing the drinks on the nightstand and smiles. ‘Did he fall asleep fast?’

‘Instantly,’ Becky says, stroking through Jordan’s soft light brown curls. ‘I worry.’

‘I know,’ he says. ‘I do too.’

‘What if school is going to be too hard on him? Life can already be too hard for him and school isn’t easy.’

‘I know,’ Henry says again. He wraps his arm around her shoulders, placing his other hand on Jordan’s back. ‘You know, it’ll all be fine,’ he says. ‘He is a trooper.’

‘He sure is, but what if he… What if he gets bullied?’

‘Darling, they loved him at Pre-K, the kids loved him there too. Jordan is an easy to love little man. It’ll go great, I just feel it in my bones.’

‘I sure hope so,’ she says. She leans against his chest. ‘Henry, I’m going to miss him so much. The house is gonna be empty without him.’ He figures that she wants to continue to speak what is pressing on her heart and he figured correctly, because she continues to say: ‘He always follows me around the house, doing what I do. When I was writing, he would grab his little toy laptop and pretend to be writing as well.’

Henry can already see it happening. While they are all mommy’s boys, Jordan really is attached to her like velcro. ‘Sweetheart,’ he whispers, ‘he is going to school every other day at first. You’ll have him here two days a week and then on the weekends as well.’

‘I know.’ She lets out a sigh and he gives her a peck on her temple. She looks up and gives him a long kiss on his lips. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, sweetheart.’

They spend their time looking at Jordan, who finally opens his eyes and smiles a little when he sees the two of them. ‘Dad,’ he says, ‘was momma worried?’

Henry smiles. ‘A little, but that’s what moms do. But don’t you worry, I comforted her.’

Jordan gives her a kiss, before climbing on top of Henry. ‘I love you,’ he whispers softly, almost like he is afraid of Henry hearing his little declaration of love.

‘I love you too,’ Henry says, wrapping his arms around Jordan. ‘What do you want to do today?’

Jordan shrugs. ‘I want to do a puzzle.’

‘You want a new one?’ Henry asks.

‘Maybe.’ Jordan giggles, before admitting: ‘Yes, please.’

✤ ✤ ✤

After telling the boys they’re going to the zoo tomorrow, Henry takes Lucas and Jordan to the store and buys them a few things. Jordan got his puzzle, Lucas got a new soccer ball and Adrien a science game he has been eyeing for a while.

‘I can’t wait to go to the zoo,’ Lucas says. ‘So I can finally show Adrien I’m better on the monkey bars.’

Henry laughs. ‘You sure? Adrien is pretty good.’

‘Lucas is better,’ Jordan says.

‘Thank you.’ Lucas holds out his hand for a high five and Jordan obliges. The three of them walk into the house and he hears some arguing.

‘Go to your rooms, okay?’ Henry says, but it isn’t much of a question. Lucas grabs Jordan’s hand and helps him upstairs, while Henry walks into the living room.

‘You always do it wrong,’ Adrien says. ‘You’re useless.’

Henry’s eyes fall on Becky, who sits on the chair, looking at Adrien, but doesn’t say anything.

‘Why do you even bother to help me out?’

‘Excuse me,’ Henry says, before Becky can even answer, ‘is this how you talk to your mother?’

‘Henry,’ Becky says, in an oddly calm tone, ‘don’t you worry. It’s okay.’

Henry doesn’t think so. ‘You cannot possibly think that you can talk to your mom like that.’ His voice is loud, almost with mean streak in it. He has never been like this before, but also: his kids have never spoken to any one of them like this before.

‘Dad, listen—’

But Henry isn’t having any of it. He barely knows what he is saying, but he is angry and blood boiling mad. Never was he in a situation like this, except for the times when it was Henry’s own dad in front of him.

It should stop him, but it doesn’t. No, he continues, scolding Adrien about his poor behavior and finally Becky stands up from her chair and stops in front of him. ‘Henry, please stop,’ she says in a soft tone. ‘He understood.’

And then his eyes finally see clearly again. He sees his boy, his first born, with wide eyes and tears burning in them. Without saying anything, Henry marches out of the room and closes the door.

Fuck, he screwed up big time.

‘Mom, did dad mean that?’ Adrien asks his mom from behind the door.

‘No,’ she says, ‘I don’t think so.’

‘Is he mad at me?’

‘You know, sweetheart, I think he is more mad at himself.’

Henry walks up the stairs and hides in his home office. Fuck, fuck, fuck. There is so much wrong with what he just said.

Never did he raise his voice at his kids. Both him and Becky are very patient parents, they don’t need to raise their voice. Their calmness is what works best with their three sons.

But now…

He did the exact thing he promised himself never to do again. He remembers seeing the little boy for the first time, their first born kid. Adrien was so fragile, so perfect.

Henry slams his fist on the desk, but before he can do anymore damage, Becky walks in. ‘Okay, talk to me,’ she says, closing the door behind her. ‘What happened there?’

‘I don’t know,’ he says, rubbing his face. ‘Shit, fuck, I went too far.’

‘You did,’ she agrees, sitting on his desk, as he sits down on his seat. ‘That’s okay, sweetheart, stuff like this happens.’

‘It never happened to you,’ he says.

‘I know, but I made tons of other mistakes. It’ll all be fine.’

‘Adrien hates me.’

She smiles. ‘No, honey, he doesn’t. He could never. You went a little too far, but that’s it.’

Henry places his hands on the sides of her thighs and leans his head on her legs. ‘Now what?’

She runs her fingers through his hair. ‘Sweetheart, it’s okay.’

‘It’s not.’

‘You just cool down, go to him and apologize.’ She holds his face in her hands and gives him a kiss. ‘He understood he was wrong,’ Becky continues. ‘It’s not that bad what he did. But I’ll let you two figure it out. Adrien is in his room, I’ll go check up on Lucas and Jordan.’

After Becky leaves his office, it takes him about five minutes before he realizes he truly needs to apologize. He hears Becky talking to Lucas and Jordan and when he walks towards Adrien’s room, he takes a deep breath. He can do it.

He knocks on the door and hears a soft: ‘Come in.’

Adrien is pacing through his own room and blinks his eyes fast when he sees Henry. Shit, that should’ve never be the case. Never should his kids look this scared when seeing him.

‘Hey buddy,’ he says to Adrien, ‘can we talk?’

‘Sure.’

Henry takes a seat on his bed and Adrien plops down on his windowsill. ‘Listen, kid, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I was outta line.’

Adrien shrugs. ‘Well, you were right. I shouldn’t have spoken to mom like that.’

‘Why did you do it?’

‘I got frustrated,’ he says, ‘calculus was hard, I didn’t understand her immediately.’

‘I see,’ Henry mumbles. ‘Listen, I shouldn’t have reacted like this and for that I apologize.’

‘I know that, it’s okay. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have spoken to mom like that. I’ll tell her in a minute.’

‘She already knows, but good for you. Proud of you, kid. We good again?’

‘We always good,’ Adrien says. He stands up and sits next to him, wrapping his arms around his dad. ‘I love you, dad.’

‘Love you too, kid. Forever and ever.’

✤ ✤ ✤

After they spend that Sunday in the zoo, they all know it’s time for Jordan to go to school that Monday. Monday morning is also time for the other boys to hype up their youngest brother, because they know how he can get. They see Jordan is worried, so they try their best to make sure he has nothing to be afraid of.

But it’s barely working, because when Henry and Becky walk little Jordan to his class after saying goodbye to his brothers, he has a pout no one can say no to. Despite having done this two times before, it almost hits different now, especially because Jordan is their youngest and there isn’t gonna be a kid at home.

Maybe it’s the reason Henry took a day off, so he could be there for his wife. He did that when the other boys went to school for the first time as well, now shouldn’t be an exception. He just knows that now more than ever, Becky needs him back at home.

‘Okay, honey, honey, honey,’ Becky says, crouching down so she’s at the same eye level as Jordan, ‘it’s all okay.’

‘I don’t want you to go,’ he hiccups, tears staining his cheeks.

Becky is actually at a loss for words, so Henry crouches down near her, placing his hand on Jordan’s arm. ‘Listen, buddy, I get that you’re scared, but there is nothing to be afraid of. You spend some time with the other kids, you listen to your teacher and then mom and dad will pick you up.’

Jordan becomes a little bit calmer, as Becky dries his cheeks. ‘You’re a brave kid, sweetheart. It’ll go well.’

He nods. ‘I’m brave.’

‘Yes, you are,’ Henry says. ‘You’ll make friends, I know that for sure.’

A little boy walks over to Jordan. He seems a little bit older than Jordan and from the looks of it, he is totally at peace here in the classroom. ‘Why are you crying?’ he asks.

‘I’m scared,’ Jordan admits.

The boy nods. ‘I get it. I was scared too on my first day. I’m Kevin. Wanna be friends?’

If only live was this easy later on.

Jordan nods. ‘Yes.’ He gives his parents a big kiss, before walking off with Kevin. Henry slowly manages to drag away Becky from the class and once they are in the car, she starts to sniffle.

He was kinda waiting for that. He knows that this is extremely hard on her. It’s hard on him too, but there is this thing between the bond of mother and child, something he can only try to understand. ‘It’s okay,’ Henry says.

‘I’m going to do this every day for at least a month, so I’m sorry in advance.’

‘It’s okay. Jordan is going to school now, meaning the kids are really growing up.’

‘I know,’ she whimpers, ‘but he is my baby.’ She places her hand over her face, hiding all the things she is feeling now.

Henry places his hand in the back of her neck. ‘Darling, darling,’ he says, ‘how about we go home, I make you some tea and we’ll talk about it, okay?’

She nods. ‘Yes, sure.’

By the time they arrive home, she’s still sad, but the cries has stopped, thankfully. As Henry makes some tea for the two of them, he has one arm wrapped around her body, pressing kisses on top of her head. ‘Tell me, darling, what’s the problem?’ he asks, once they are seated on the couch.

Becky curls up next to him, holding his hand in hers as she plays with his wedding band. ‘It’s stupid.’

‘It could never be stupid,’ he retorts immediately.

‘It’ just that I feel less like a mom now,’ she says in a soft tone. ‘Mostly because I don’t have kids around me the entire time anymore and— Shit, this is stupid, I told you.’

‘No, it’s not stupid. I get it.’ He squeezes her fingers. ‘Listen, I’ve been putting this conversation off for a while now, because I don’t want to force or rush you in any way. You always said to me that you wanted an even number of kids.’

She nods. ‘I did. Why didn’t you want to rush me?’

‘Well, Jordan ended up being an emergency c-section. I saw how out you were after it.’

She smiles. ‘Oh, you love me,’ she chuckles. ‘It’s sweet that you did that.’

He pushes up her shirt and places his heavy hand on her back, her warm skin against his hand palm. ‘So just a question,’ he says. ‘Do you want another one?’

She nods. ‘With you? Of course. I’d love to have another kid.’

He gives her a kiss. ‘Wanna start now?’

✤ ✤ ✤

Henry can’t get over the fact that she is still wearing her tank top, not wanting to show him everything. ‘Stop,’ she whispers, pushing his hand away from underneath her top.

‘Why, baby?’

‘It’s ugly and I hate it.’

It makes sense now. He usually sneaked into the shower with her, warm water embracing the both of them, but she hasn’t let him in for so long. She gets dressed out of his sight, she gently pushes his hands from her body when he apparently is overstepping.

Years he could touch her and now he is hesitant, something he never thought would happen.

‘Why do you hate it?’ Henry asks.

‘Because the boys took a toll on my body. While you continue to look like perfection, I’m not the same anymore.’

He sighs. ‘It’s not necessary,’ he says, ‘to worry about that. You are still absolutely beautiful. When we got married, I promised you to always love you and take care of you and I am dead set on fulfilling that promise. Allow me baby, to show you how much I love you.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Ten months later

A lot has changed. After deciding they wanted to have their fourth child, they conceived pretty quickly. When Becky told her two best friends Genevieve and Viola about it, it turned out they were pregnant as well. Three months ago, Genevieve gave birth to a little boy named Jimmy and Viola had twin girls two months ago, Sophia and Sharon.

Seeing both Greg and Noah so careful with their newly born kids, made Henry realize how much he has learned over the course of these years. He now stays calm, doesn’t freak out and because the other guys not as cool as collected yet, he has spend quite some time with them, helping them out with the kids.

And now, it was their turn. After three days of labor, Becky holds their little baby boy in her arms, their newest addition to their family. Henry wraps an arm around her shoulders, when he sits next to her on the bed. He looks just like Lucas when he was born.

‘You know,’ Henry says, ‘I’ll forever be amazed by you. You are wonderful, more than wonderful even.’

Becky places her head against his shoulder and smiles. ‘Thanks for being here,’ she says. ‘Will the boys be here soon?’

‘Greg is bringing them right this second. I’m picking them up in a minute.’

‘I’m officially a boy mom,’ she chuckles. ‘I mean, I already was, but I kinda suspected this one was gonna be a girl.’ Becky stares at the little baby. ‘But I love him dearly.’

Henry gives her a kiss and walks over to the door, goes downstairs with the elevator and sees his three boys, Jordan securely standing in between Lucas and Adrien. The oldest two rush towards him and give him a hug. ‘Dad, can we see him now?’

‘Yes, you can.’ He looks over at Greg. ‘Thanks for watching them. I hope they weren’t too much?’ Henry carefully asks.

‘They were angels,’ Greg admits. ‘Think these kids were more of a help to Gen, then I was. Can tell this wasn’t Adrien’s first rodeo. So thank you for letting them stay over.’

They all say goodbye to Greg and walk upstairs. ‘Listen,’ he says to the boys, Jordan balancing on his hip, ‘mom is very tired and the baby is very small and asleep, so the three of you need to be very quiet.’

‘Will do,’ Adrien says, who has already done this two more times and knows the drill.

Lucas holds Henry’s hand and the four of them quietly tiptoe into the room. ‘Hi mom,’ Adrien says, carefully sitting on the bed with Becky, looking at the wrapped bundle of joy in her arms.

‘Wow, he is tiny,’ Lucas says, sitting next to Adrien.

Henry lifts up Jordan, placing him on the other side of the bed next to his mom. ‘What do you think, buddy?’

Jordan smiles. ‘Cool. I’m a brother now.’

‘A big brother even,’ Becky says.

‘You okay, mom?’ Adrien asks, placing his head against her upper arm.

‘I’m fine, just tired, so you three wouldn’t mind helping out dad a lot, would you?’

The boys shake their heads. ‘What’s his name?’ Lucas says.

‘Well, you know, when Jordan was born, there were two names we were thinking about. Jordan and another name.’

‘Did you name him the other name?’

Henry nods. ‘This is Dominic Cavill.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Six years later

‘Congratulations, honey,’ Becky says, wrapping her arms around Adrien, who just earned his driver’s license. She gives him a kiss on his cheek, before saying: ‘Oh, wait, that’s not cool. Sorry.’

Adrien smirks. ‘It’s okay mom, you could never embarrass me.’ He gives her another hug, causing Henry to smile at the sight. ‘It’s just weird. I can drive now.’

‘You wanna drive me to my friend tonight?’ Lucas asks, who is now thirteen years old and has even more energy than he had before.

Adrien sticks out his tongue. ‘Very funny.’

‘Well, I want you to drive me to my soccer practice,’ Jordan says. ‘Show everyone I’ve got the coolest brother.’

‘Okay, I might actually do that. You got some cute girls in the older group, so I might impress them.’ Adrien bumps Jordan’s shoulder. ‘So, Dom, what do you think? Do I look cool behind the wheel?’

Dominic nods, leaning his head against Becky’s leg. ‘You do.’

‘Well, guess this is a right moment for this,’ Henry says, rummaging his pocket for the set of keys. ‘Here you go, kid.’ He throws the keys towards Adrien, who—captain of the basketball team—catches it easily.

‘Is this what I think it is?’ he asks, his eyes enlarged with a smile of happiness plastered on his face.

‘Go find it. It’s parked in the lot. You’ll probably find it instantly, because your mom parked it.’

‘Shut your face,’ Becky says, pinching his side. After Adrien was a year old, Becky decided that it was time to learn how to drive. It was a hassle: took her around a year and a half, but now she is a master behind the wheel.

Parking is just not quite her forte.

‘Wow, thanks dad.’ Adrien gives Henry a tight hug and together with his three brothers (while keeping an eye out on them), he walks over to the parking lot.

‘My boy is growing,’ Becky mumbles, holding Henry’s hand in hers, as they stroll behind them. ‘We did well with him, didn’t we?’

‘We did excellent. With all of them.’

‘Wow, dad, this is absolutely amazing!’ Adrien says, walking around the car, his brothers following him closely. ‘Thank you, I don’t know how to thank you enough for it.’

‘Just make sure you don’t wreck the car, then we’ll be alright.’

‘We don’t want to scrap you or anyone from this vehicle,’ Becky says, placing her hands over Dominic’s ears. ‘Okay?’

‘Yes, mom,’ Adrien says with a smile. ‘How about I bring the boys back home?’

Henry looks at his watch, seeing it’s not at a time that it’s too busy on the road. ‘Sure, just grab the seat from our car and you’ll be fine.’

Adrien swiftly grabs Dominic from their car and places it into the backseat. ‘Okay, ready to go?’

‘Yes!’ the boys yell and quickly give their mom a kiss and their dad a cool boy hand shake. They all step in, Adrien helping Dominic in his car seat and Henry and Becky stare at the car as Adrien drives off.

‘I’m not worrying,’ Becky says.

‘You are, darling, however there is nothing for you to worry about. Adrien is a responsible young fellow—obviously taking after his dad—and the kids will be fine.’

While there was nothing to worry about, Becky did worry the entire way back and she also didn’t like sitting at home, glancing out of the window, hoping to see the car arrive.

Henry stands behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss on her temple. ‘I love you.’

‘Love you too,’ she says. ‘And they have been gone for a long time now and I think something happened to them. Oh no, what if they— Oh, thank the heavens, there they are!’ She wants to wiggle out of his arms, but Henry is stronger, whispering a: ‘Let them.’

It’s hard, but she does let them. They witness all of the boys getting out of the car, Adrien holding Dominic’s hand and his happy meal box, as the other boys step out of the car as well. Lucas wraps his arm around Jordan, obviously joking around, as the two laugh loudly.

‘We did well,’ Becky says.

‘We did splendid, darling and I would never ever would’ve wanted it with someone else,’ Henry says, pressing a kiss on her lips. ‘Because you, my love, are the heart of the home.’

✤ ✤ ✤

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nerdzzone · 3 years

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Once Bitten - Twice Shy

Summary: Raising a child is hard. Raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars is even harder. And raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars who you’re not actually in a relationship with is even harder still.

One of the challenges of sharing custody is sharing holidays which is something that Whitney Taylor found herself struggling with in the December of 2019. The prospect of spending Christmas without her son was dismaying, but the complications that come with the alternative might be even harder to face.

Chris Evans x OFC

Part One

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Part Two

25.12.19

When I woke up in the morning, it took me a moment to figure out where I was and why the pillow my head was resting on was so hard and warm. Once I'd figured it out - that my head was not actually on a pillow, but on Chris' chest - I almost had to roll my eyes. Of course it was. Of course we'd ended up all cuddled together. Because life was just one big romantic comedy, right?

I sighed quietly, silently praying that Chris wasn't awake yet as I slowly slid myself away from him. He didn't stir until I was sitting on the edge of the bed so I was hopeful that he hadn't been aware of the position we were in.

"G'morning," he greeted me, rubbing his eyes as the sound of excited children echoed down the hallway. "What time is it?"

I quickly checked my phone on the nightstand before answering.

"Only seven o'clock," I told him before yawning. "But it sounds like everyone is up and bouncing off the walls already."

"I'm not surprised," Chris smiled. "They've probably torn into all the presents by now."

I laughed and nodded my head, knowing it was a good possibility.

"It probably wasn't super smart to leave Scott out there guarding them by himself," I pointed out. "Not after he spent half the night shaking his own presents trying to guess what was inside."

"Oh, it definitely wasn't," Chris agreed. "He was always the one who ruined things by finding his presents early and getting us all in trouble."

"Well, I should go see what they're up to or if anything can be salvaged," I smiled as I pulled a sweater on over my pyjamas. "Are you coming?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be out in a minute," he assured me. I headed to the door, but stopped when I heard his voice again. "Hey, Whitney? Merry Christmas."

I smiled even wider as that happy, familiar Christmas morning feeling washed over me.

"Merry Christmas, Chris."

With that, I hurried out the door, trying not to focus too much on how content I felt and how right it seemed to wake up in his arms on Christmas morning.

When I got to the kitchen, I was surprised to see that everyone else was already awake, despite how early it was.

"Good morning," Lisa greeted me as I wandered into the kitchen where all the adults were congregating. "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, everyone," I smiled before they all repeated it back to me. "Did I miss all the fun?"

"No, of course not," Carly assured me. "We've managed to keep them away from the presents so far, but I'm not sure how much longer we can hold them off."

"We're still waiting for Chris though," Scott pointed out as I grabbed a clean mug and headed to the fresh pot of coffee on the counter. "Have you seen him? He disappeared not long after we went to bed and never came back."

"Oh, yeah, he's in his room," I answered mindlessly as I filled my mug. "We ended up sleeping together last night."

I heard Scott almost choke on his coffee and noticed the sudden silence in the room, but it wasn't until Lisa spoke that I realized what I'd said.

"Whitney, honey," she said, speaking softly. "What do you mean?"

"Oh my god, no! Not like that!" I rushed to explain as my cheeks grew hot. "We literally slept together, like as in slept next to each other. Chris came into his room looking for a sweater because he was cold and had given away all his spare blankets so I offered for him to share the bed with me. That's all, I swear."

There were knowing smiles amongst the group and I wasn't entirely sure that they all believed me which made things even more embarrassing as I wouldn't want them to think I'd talk so candidly about things like that with Chris' mother of all people. Before I had a chance to continue desperately defending myself though, a voice from the doorway interrupted.

"What are you swearing about?" He asked, leaning against the doorway. "Why do I feel like I missed something good?"

Again, I was ready to explain, but someone beat me to it.

"Whitney was just giving us the update," Scott informed his older brother as he matched his smirk. "She was telling us how you two slept together."

Chris' eyebrows knitted together in confusion for a moment before he relaxed and let out a chuckle.

"Well, that's not exactly how I would have phrased it," he informed the group with a shrug. "But I suppose it is accurate. We slept and we were together."

"I just misspoke," I groaned. "I haven't had any coffee yet, I wasn't thinking clearly."

"A little Freudian slip?" Carly suggested as she joined in on the teasing, but I simply rolled my eyes.

"Chris probably wishes that was a peak into my subconscious desires, but I'm afraid not. Just a clear sign that I am not a morning person."

"I think we'll all need plenty of coffee to deal with the energy in that living room," Lisa interjected, putting an end to the discussion despite Chris' protests of my claim. "But we should probably go and join them before they open all the presents, whether they belong to them or not."

We all murmured in agreement and everyone topped up whatever beverage they were drinking before we headed to the living room to start the Christmas fun.

"Mama!" Grayson shouted as we entered the room. "Look! Santa came!"

"Of course he did," I smiled at the children. "You've all been good this year so it's no surprise."

They all nodded and agreed enthusiastically except Ethan who, now that he was almost ten, had figured out the truth. He was a good kid though and a loving older brother so he kept the secret, quietly watching them with a knowing smile now that he was finally in on the joke with the adults.

"Can we open them?" Stella asked, bouncing up and down from holding in her excitement. "We've been waiting for so long!"

"I wouldn't say so long," Scott chuckled. "Since it's not even eight o'clock in the morning yet!"

"But, yes, you can open them," Carly informed her children. "Just be careful and don't rush."

There was a flurry of activity as the kids dove into the presents, organizing whose was whose before settling down next to their little piles. I took a step back and sat on the couch next to Lisa, letting Chris sit on the floor behind Grayson. It was his Christmas after all and it felt right that he should be the one helping him open presents. Plus, this way I got a perfect view of the joyful grin that was plastered on his face. A grin that was perfectly replicated by his father behind him making my heart clench at the sight of them together like this.

I watched from my spot on the couch as the gifts were opened one by one and soaked in every giggle and shriek of glee from the children. Grayson was on top of the world and so grateful for each and every gift, it was delightful to see. Given our financial security, especially for Chris, it would have been easy to spoil him, but it made me incredibly proud to see how gracious he was.

However, one of the last gifts he wasn't so grateful to receive. It was from me and I knew there was a chance it wouldn't be his favourite, but his response was far worse than I could have imagined.

It was a decent sized box and he tore off the wrapping paper eagerly, intrigued by what could be inside. When he revealed that it was a foot and a half tall electronic T-Rex, his first reaction was one of amazement.

"Wow! A dinosaur!"

"Yeah," I smiled. "Take him out and see what he can do."

Chris set to work helping Grayson open the box before glancing up at me.

"Does he need batteries?"

"I put some in already," I assured him. "I knew he'd want to see it right away so I thought it would be easier."

He nodded as Grayson placed the giant T-Rex on the floor and looked at me expectantly.

"There's a button on his back, press it."

Everyone watched as he poked around until he got the right spot and the dinosaur came to life. He roared and his head moved around, but as the older kids cheered and clapped, Grayson burst into tears.

"Oh, dear..." Lisa smiled as she watched her grandson leap into his father's arms.

Everyone was chuckling at his dramatic reaction as Grayson buried his face in Chris' neck.

"Awe, buddy, I'm sorry!" I apologized. "Did it scare you?"

"Yes! He's scary!" Grayson's response was muffled by Chris' body and hard to understand through his sobs. "I don't wike it, Mama!"

I smiled at the little speech impediment that he inherited from his father - much like the one his cousin, Miles, had - but I did feel bad for how genuinely afraid he was.

"I'm sorry, baby. We can take the batteries out, okay? Then he won't be able to move."

The dinosaur had stopped moving on his own before I spoke and Grayson moved his head from where he was hiding his face, nodding as he did so.

"Yes, please."

"I bought it a while ago, thinking it was the perfect gift and then last week, he suddenly decided that T-Rexes were mean and I thought it might not go down so well," I admitted to the adults as I stretched forward to pick up the dinosaur and take the batteries out. "It's such a shame though, I think he's adorable. If you press the button on his tail, a little song plays and he does a little wiggle dance."

Chris smirked at me as he rubbed our still sniffling son's back.

"Why don't you take him home? Sounds like you might enjoy playing with him when Grayson isn't around."

He was making fun of me, I knew he was, but I didn't take the bait.

"You know what? I might just do that."

Chris opened his mouth to most likely make another teasing comment, but Ethan interrupted him.

"If Grayson doesn't want the T-Rex, can I have it?"

"I think you got enough new toys this morning," Ethan's dad warned him. "Don't be greedy."

"We'll let Grayson keep him for now," Chris agreed. "He might get used to him after a while if he plays with him without the batteries."

I passed the toy in question back to Chris and Grayson cowered away, whimpering against his dad's chest.

"Just leave it for now," I suggested. "We can try it again later when the initial shock has worn off."

Chris nodded and put the dinosaur behind his back and out of sight.

The rest of the gift opening went by smoothly and no more children were traumatized. Once every gift that was under the tree had been opened, we left the kids to test out their new things while the adults headed to the kitchen to start making breakfast. It was quickly decided that pancakes would be the easiest thing to mass produce for our large group of hungry people and while Lisa, Carly and I started mixing up a few bowls of batter, Chris and Scott whipped out the orange juice and champagne for mimosas.

An hour later everyone was very full and we were two bottles of champagne down.

"So, Whitney," Scott started as he loaded up the dishwasher. "Are you staying here tonight too or are you planning on making us spend half the day shovelling the driveway for you?"

His tone was teasing, but as I looked out the window at the deep blanket of snow that covered the ground outside, I was torn. I didn't want to outstay my welcome by staying another night, but I also didn't want to make the Evans family spend their entire Christmas day shovelling snow and there was no way that I'd be able to do it by myself.

"I'm not sure," I admitted. "I wasn't planning on staying another night, but it does look like there's a lot of snow out there..."

"Just stay," Chris shrugged. "Even if we can get your car down the driveway, the roads are probably terrible."

"There's no need for you to rush off," Lisa agreed. "Stay another night and then you can just relax and enjoy the day."

"And you can drink if you're not driving home," Scott pointed out with a grin. "Chris and I stocked up on wine, beer, whiskey and gin, these mimosas were just the start of the party."

I couldn't help, but laugh at Scott's reasoning as I nodded my head.

"Alright, I'll stay. If you really don't mind, Chris?"

"Of course not," Chris assured me. "We're happy to have you."

"Great!" Scott grinned. "I'm glad that's settled, I think this calls for another round of drinks!"

Chris cheered and jumped up to help him while the rest of us smiled and shook our heads at their antics.

The day was spent soaking in quality family time, watching the kids enjoy their new toys and indulging in lots of food and drink. We called Chris' dad and my parents and even had an unexpected phone call from my Uncle Rob. He spent more time talking to Chris than me, his own niece, but it was nice to hear his voice even if he made sure to get a dig in about me confessing my supposedly obvious feelings to Chris.

Sitting around the table, eating a delicious meal with Chris' loving and welcoming family was quite a contrast to how I expected to spend the day and I was very grateful that Chris had included me. Grayson seemed to appreciate it too and he made his enjoyment clear as we tucked him into bed once all the fun and feasting was done.

Chris sat on the floor leaning against Grayson's nightstand, reading him his favourite bedtime story while I laid on the bed next to him and rubbed his back. He was drifting off by the time the story was finished, but he was fighting it desperately as he spoke again.

"I'm happy, Mama," he told us, his words muffled as he nuzzled into his pillow.

Chris put his hand over his heart as he mouthed an 'awe' at me and I smiled.

"You're happy?" I clarified quietly, my smile growing as he nodded. "I'm glad to hear that, baby."

"I like that you're here," he mumbled. "Daddy should come home with us too."

My heart clenched at that request as my smile faltered. I knew it was only a matter of time until Grayson paid more attention to the fact that his time was divided between two homes, but I wasn't ready to deal with it just yet.

"Maybe Daddy could come for a sleepover sometime," I suggested, stroking his hair back out of his face, but that wasn't all he wanted.

"He should come all the time."

I was never great at hiding my emotions and from the way Chris was watching me, I assumed my distress at Grayson's comments was written all over my face and I was grateful when he jumped into the conversation.

"But what about Dodger?"

Dodger's ears perked up from his spot at the end of the bed, but he settled again when he realized that Chris wasn't calling for him.

"He can come too," was Grayson's answer to that dilemma, but Chris had a response at the ready.

"C'mon, you think Dodger would have enough space in your Ma's apartment?" He asked. "He needs a big house like this to run around in!"

So then we could all just stay here would be the logical comeback to that, but it seemed our sleepy little guy was too tuckered out from the excitement to argue. He let out a little sigh of defeat, but said no more. We stayed quiet for a few minutes until his breathing shifted and he was soundly asleep.

Chris offered me his hand to help me climb over Grayson without waking him up and, after whispering a quiet request to Dodger to keep our boy safe, he led me out of the room.

"You okay?"

The question came as soon as Grayson's door was pulled to and we were in the hallway.

"Yeah, of course," I nodded, forcing a smile. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Chris shot me a look that clearly showed his disbelief.

"You looked pretty downhearted in there."

"I just worry," I shrugged. "I don't want our situation to upset him and I know he's going to notice it more as he gets older."

"He'll be fine," Chris assured me, reaching out to squeeze my shoulder comfortingly. "He's got so much love in his life, he won't even notice that his family is a little different."

I wasn't convinced. He was obviously already noticing or he wouldn't have questioned it only moments before. I didn't want to start such a delicate, potentially tense conversation at the end of such a happy day though so I forced a more convincing smile onto my face.

"You're right," I agreed. "But I wouldn't be a mom if I didn't worry."

"Well, there's no time for worryin' on Christmas!" Chris claimed, followed by a grin as he dragged me off towards the kitchen. "What can I get you? Another wine? Maybe some gin? I might have some tequila kickin' around here somewhere..."

"No! No tequila!" I laughed. "Gin would be great, thanks."

Chris nodded and set to work mixing our beverages for the evening before we went to the living room to rejoin his family and I did my best to push any worries about letting Grayson down out of my mind.

After the kids were all in bed, the rest of the evening was spent playing games and sharing drinks. It was heartwarming, wholesome family fun and I was so glad that Scott had encouraged me to stay as the thought of rushing home to my cold, empty apartment wasn't at all appealing.

The only strange thing about the evening was Chris. We were teamed up for most of the games and it was quite amazing how in tune with each other we were as we won everything by a landslide. We'd been friends for a long time and knew each other very well so it was unsurprising to me that we had so much success, but the teasing comments that came from a rather drunk Scott implied other reasons than friendship for our harmony. I scoffed and rolled my eyes every time he cracked a joke about us, but Chris seemed to love it. He was a few drinks in and probably just feeling a little goofy, but the grin on his face after every suggestive comment sparked an odd feeling in my stomach.

It was around ten o'clock when everyone except Chris, Scott and I decided to go to bed. We bid them goodnight and Chris went to top up our drinks before settling back onto the couch beside me. By this time, I was definitely feeling it. I wasn't drunk, but I knew this drink would have to be my last as the flush of my cheeks and the happy, fuzzy feeling in my brain was telling me that it was time to wind it down for the night.

However, as Chris handed me another gin and soda, settled on the couch next to me, placed his drink on the end table beside him and pulled my feet into his lap, my mind suddenly felt surprisingly sharp.

"What are you doing?" I asked, a giggle slipping from my lips.

"Releasing some tension."

As he answered, he began a slow massage of my left foot and I couldn't help, but smile at how wonderful it felt.

"Releasing?" Scott snorted a laugh. "Sure, a foot rub is known for getting rid of tension, not making it worse."

Chris smirked at what Scott was insinuating, but seemed unbothered by it.

"Don't be jealous," he teased, but now it was my turn to smirk.

"Of what?" I questioned. "This foot rub? It's not that great, Scott."

Scott laughed as Chris gasped a tad over dramatically.

"Not that great? I offer you a free foot rub and you can't even be fuckin' grateful?"

Chris shook his head, but the smile on his face told me that he wasn't really offended. He did stop massaging my feet though and I whined in protest as he picked up his drink.

"A mediocre foot rub is better than nothing," I pouted. "Keep going."

Chris sipped his whiskey, the smile on his face morphing back into a smirk as he shook his head again, but he did let his hand rest over my ankles and I was happy for even that tiny bit of contact.

Scott changed the subject to some viral video he saw the other day and Chris laughed and chatted along as he absentmindedly let his hand drift up my shin, underneath the loose pyjama pants that I'd changed into shortly after we put Grayson to bed.

My mind was instantly taken back to another time when we'd shared such gentle touches. A time when his lips followed his fingers as they traced kisses up from my ankle all the way to the lacy edge of my underwear. A time when he'd then proceeded to pull that underwear off with his teeth before returning his face back to a very sensitive area.

"Whitney, have you seen it?"

Scott's question snapped me out of my racy daydream. I felt my cheeks flush with colour as I forced my gaze away from Chris' hand over to Scott, reminding myself that even though the look on Chris' face would make it seem otherwise, he couldn't possibly know what I was just thinking of.

"Uh, no, I haven't," I admitted, sipping my drink to try to cool myself down even though it was becoming apparent to me that I needed to slow down my alcohol consumption. "All I seem to watch these days is Paw Patrol."

Chris barked out a laugh and nodded.

"So much Paw Patrol," he agreed. "The kid's obsessed."

"Chase is on the case!" I giggled before changing my voice slightly. "Rubble on the double!"

"Oh my god," Scott laughed, a horrified look on his face. "We need to get you out more."

I shrugged as Chris continued to trace patterns on my shins.

"That's the life of a mom."

"Yeah, but what about when he's with Chris? You must have some sort of life then."

"Scott."

Chris' voice was harsh and warning as what Scott was implying could be taken as offensive, but I wasn't bothered.

"It's fine," I assured him. "I know I'm lame. I don't have much of my own life, I don't really know anyone around here."

"You have Allison," Chris pointed out. "You've mentioned her a lot. She's your friend, right?"

He was referring to my one and only friend in Massachusetts. She was also a photographer and we'd met at a camera store when I first moved here. She'd asked me a question about a new brand of film and we'd ended up having coffee to exchange tips. She realized quickly that I didn't know many people in town and had taken me under her wing.

"She is," I nodded. "But she has three kids of her own and she's married so she doesn't have weeks where she's child free like I do. We hang out when we can, but usually it's with all the kids, not like quality 'girl time'."

"I didn't know that," Chris frowned. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't feel bad for me." I nudged him with my foot. "I have plenty of friends, they're just in LA. I'm happy here."

"I'll take you out for drinks one day," Scott promised. "Even if you're happy, everyone needs to let their hair down a little bit sometimes."

"That would be fun," I smiled, tossing back the last of my drink. "But for now, I think I've let my hair down enough for today. It's time for me to get to bed before all these drinks go to my head."

I slid my feet off of Chris' lap and slowly stood up as he looked up at me.

"Are you cool if I bunk with you again tonight?"

"Of course," I nodded. "Just sneak in quietly if you two stay up too late."

"I'm ready to crash already," Scott informed us. "So, we won't be up much later."

"Okay. Well, goodnight boys," I waved as I headed towards the door. "Thank you for a lovely day."

They chorused a goodnight back to me before I walked down the hall.

I was just coming out of the en suite in Chris' bedroom after brushing my teeth when Chris strolled into the room.

"Hey," I smiled. "Ready for bed already?"

"Scott wasn't lying," he returned my smile. "He was half asleep by the time you made it down the hall."

I laughed as I crawled into bed and settled against the pillows.

"Well, it has been a busy day."

Chris agreed as he grabbed his pyjama pants and headed to the bathroom. I picked up my phone from where I left it on the nightstand, turned off the lamp on my side of the bed and answered a few text messages from my family, figuring I may as well wait the few minutes it would take Chris to get ready for bed before I attempted to get any sleep. When Chris reappeared, I locked my phone again, put it back on the nightstand and snuggled down under the blankets, trying not to stare too much at his chiselled torso. He wasted no time turning off the lamp on his side as well before slipping in next to me, shivering dramatically as he pulled the blankets up over his chest.

"It's so freakin' cold tonight."

I snorted a laugh, shaking my head even though I knew he wouldn't be able to see me until our eyes adjusted to the dark.

"Maybe if you put on a shirt you wouldn't feel it so much."

"Honestly," Chris started, the smirk evident in his tone despite his face still being hidden in shadow. "Usually, I just sleep naked so these pants are for your benefit."

I felt my cheeks flush as the words 'then by all means, take them off' were on the tip of my tongue. I forced them out of my mind as a long forgotten tingle rolled through my body and I focused on answering him.

"My point was that a t-shirt would provide you with extra warmth," I explained. "So, your point that you usually wear less clothing makes no sense."

The bed shifted slightly as Chris chuckled.

"Well, I can think of another thing that could provide some extra warmth."

"What?"

I felt my heart rate pick up, the blood rushing through my ears so fast that I hardly heard myself answer him as I wondered if he could possibly be implying what it seemed like he was implying.

"You." His voice was low, the same seductive tone he'd used all those years ago, and I felt my mouth go dry. "Come give me a cuddle."

For a moment, I thought I was a lot drunker than I'd realized and that I was hallucinating or in some kind of lucid dream, but that thought brought me to a different realization.

"Chris!" I whispered, my tone scolding and accusatory. "You're drunk!"

A burst of laughter came from the other side of the bed and I quickly shushed him, knowing Grayson was asleep in the room above us.

"I'm not drunk, I promise," Chris assured me as his raucous laughter came under control. "I just thought it was worth a shot. It's nice to have a little cuddle with a beautiful woman sometimes."

I felt another flush of heat run through me, but I rolled my eyes and, as I had the night before, I took a pillow and placed it between us, drawing a clear line in the sand even if that hadn't worked out so well the last time.

"Goodnight, Chris."

"Goodnight, Whitney."

I rolled over, closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

I did try. I really, really did.

But after almost ten minutes of thoughts whirring through my head, I knew it was hopeless and I turned back to face Chris. Now that my eyes had adjusted to the dark, I could see well enough to know that he was laying on his back so I carefully moved the pillow that I'd placed between us and slowly slid over towards him. I felt him tense so I knew he was awake, but he didn't question what I was doing so I continued until my head was on his chest and my arm was draped over his stomach. He stayed perfectly still, just long enough for me to start second guessing myself before he shifted slightly to put his arm around me.

We stayed like that, holding each other in silence, and I had to admit that Chris was right. It was nice to have someone to cuddle with. The physical contact was filling a hole in my touch-starved heart and I tried not to think about how fleeting of a moment it was or how things would be back to normal in the light of day. There was a strange ache in my heart at that thought and I knew I needed to get out of my head.

"Chris?" My voice was soft, just in case he'd drifted off in the last few minutes, but when he tightened his grip on me, I knew he was still awake. "Thank you for inviting me today."

"Of course." He squeezed a little tighter. "I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner."

"It's fine," I assured him, letting my hand lazily trace patterns on his skin. "You're under no obligation, you're allowed your time with Grayson without me."

"It's not about obligation. I'd never want you to spend Christmas alone even if Grayson wasn't in the picture."

"I was really dreading it."

My admission made me feel vulnerable as I'd spent so long trying to pretend that I wasn't bothered by the idea of a lonely holiday, but Chris didn't seem surprised.

"Really?" He questioned, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "The crying onto your steering wheel didn't give that away at all."

"Shut up," I mumbled, turning my face into his chest to hide my smile at his teasing. "I'm just trying to express my gratitude for your kindness."

"No gratitude is needed. It's been my pleasure having you here today and Grayson loved it."

He kissed the top of my head after he'd finished speaking and almost reflexively, I found myself stretching up and placing a soft kiss of my own against his collarbone. It felt intimate and the moment hung heavy between us. It felt right to me, but I knew instantly that I'd crossed a line. A comforting kiss on the top of my head was one thing, but what I'd done, kissing his bare chest, was inappropriate. My cheeks burned as I tilted my head up to look at him, meeting his eyes as they looked down at me. His expression was unreadable so I opened my mouth to apologize only to be completely shocked when he pressed his head forward and his lips against mine.

The shock quickly morphed into a feeling that could only be described as euphoria. There was something distantly familiar about the way his mouth moved on mine, but it felt strange and new as it wasn't exactly as I'd remembered - and I had spent more time than I'd want to admit reliving the last time we'd shared a kiss like this.

It wasn't until he pressed his tongue against my lips, in an attempt to deepen the kiss, that I snapped out of my daze.

"Chris, wait," I breathed out as I pulled away and stared up at him, my cheeks now flushed much more from excitement than embarrassment. "We shouldn't do this."

"Says who?"

The little voice in my head telling me that I'm about to ruin everything that we've worked hard to create. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but as he smirked down at me and licked his lips as if he was preparing for what was to come, I found myself incapable of logic and reason.

"Doesn't matter."

Chris hardly had time to acknowledge my answer before I dove back in for another kiss, moving to a more comfortable position as I straddled his waist.

He completely overwhelmed my senses. The inescapable scent of him surrounding me, the feel of his strong body between my thighs and the soft little sighs of enjoyment that he kept making every time our lips parted for us to take a breath. None of it was doing anything to ease the ache that was growing between my legs and my hands gripped into the sheets where they rested just above his shoulders as I pulled back to look down at him. I needed to see his face to remind myself this was really happening and who it was really happening with as it still felt so unreal.

Chris smiled up at me, his lips looking plumper already, and let his hands settle on my hips to keep me steady.

"You okay?"

I nodded and leaned down to peck his lips again before answering.

"I've never been better."

Chris' smile only widened at that confirmation and he moved his hands down to cup my bum, pressing my hips forward and giving me a moment of friction that I'd been desperately craving. I pressed myself up, pulling my upper body away from him as a gasp fell from my lips and my eyes squeezed shut. I was embarrassingly aroused from a few mere minutes of kisses, but it had been a very long time since I'd had any physical contact with a man and my body was already on fire.

I rocked my hips against the toned muscles of his abdomen, soaking in the pleasure that was radiating through me and I was debating whether it would be rude of me to continue until I reached the release that was quickly building inside me. Clearly, Chris was just as intuitive as I remembered as he let out a groan and effortlessly flipped us over so he was on top.

"Not like that," he smirked. "I've been thinking about this for too long, it's not happening like that."

I felt another flush of embarrassment as he could obviously tell what I'd been thinking about doing, but I nodded in agreement.

"But if this is really happening, we need to be quiet," I reminded him. "Everyone's sleeping."

"They're all upstairs, they won't hear," he assured me. "And Scott's on the other side of the house."

He was right, we'd be fine as long as we kept ourselves under control, but it didn't matter anyway as all my doubts disappeared when his lips pressed against my neck. I let my hands slide around his waist, resting on his toned back while his lips continued their trail down my neck and stretched the neck line of my shirt to expose my shoulder. His lips locked onto one spot just above my collarbone, sucking and nipping until I was sure there would be a bruise there in the morning.

"Chris," I gasped out, digging my fingernails into his back. "Don't leave a mark."

He backed off a bit, kissing gently against the now sensitive skin.

"It'll be easy to hide," he assured me. "And if I remember correctly, you enjoyed a few bites here and there..."

He opened his mouth to dig his teeth into my shoulder and an image flashed into my mind. A memory of me, bent over with Chris' thumb on my clit as the two fingers he had inside me stroked a particularly delicate spot. He'd placed a soft kiss on the cheek of my bum before sinking his teeth into my skin, sending me over the edge.

I couldn't help, but moan from the combination of the memory and the sensation of his teeth in my shoulder as my hips pressed up against his. Chris seemed to be spurred on by that action as he ground his hips against mine and quickly let his hands slide down to the bottom of my shirt. He lifted it up and for a moment I was lost in the bliss of the sensations he was providing, but as my shirt was raised just past my belly button, I froze.

"Wait!"

My voice firm and demanding and he immediately responded, stopping his actions and looking up to meet my eyes.

"What's wrong?"

I bit my bottom lip as I pondered how to voice my concerns. If I didn't say anything, there was a chance that we could get through this without drawing any attention to it, but I couldn't help but think it was better to point it out than have Chris notice on his own.

"I just..." I breathed out, trying to figure out how to articulate my thoughts. "I just look different now."

"What?"

Chris pulled back even further, looking down at me with genuine confusion in his eyes and my cheeks burned as I tried to puzzle out how to explain my feelings in a way that didn't make me look shockingly insecure.

"Since I had Grayson, since the last time we did this," I clarified, my cheeks burning as I brought my flaws to his attention. "I look different. Like, I have stretch marks and my boobs aren't as perky as they used to be."

Even in the dark shadows of the room, I could see Chris' jaw clench as it did when he was annoyed and trying to bite his tongue. Panic flooded through me as I wished I'd kept my mouth shut, but his next words astounded me.

"Get outta here," he huffed. "You think I care about that?"

I dropped my gaze to the tattoos on his chest as I regretted ever opening my mouth.

"I don't know," I admitted. "Lots of men probably would."

Chris moved back, slowly sliding his body down, away from mine and I wanted to scream, I wanted to stop him and hold him against me as long as I could, but I was powerless to do anything, but watch. My heart sank, thinking he was going to roll off of me any minute now, but then he stopped. His face was level with my lower stomach and turned his eyes back towards my face.

"This body," he started, placing a kiss on my stomach. "This stomach, these stretch marks." He kissed the faint lines that were now barely visible on my skin despite how vibrant they were in my mind. Then he continued up, lifting my shirt as he went until it was resting above my breasts, my nipples hard from the chill in the air and the anticipation I was feeling. "These boobs." He kissed and nipped at the delicate skin, tracing all the way along until he captured a nipple in his mouth, teasing it briefly with his tongue. "They changed because you gave me my son, the greatest gift you could have given me. I have nothing, but gratitude for that and you're still the most fuckin' beautiful woman I've ever seen."

He was exaggerating. I knew he was exaggerating. He saw and worked with Hollywood's most elite actresses and models, there was no chance that I was even close to the most beautiful woman that he'd ever seen. But he managed, again, to push all doubts from my mind as his lips set to work, this time focusing on my left nipple while he shifted his weight and freed a hand to stroke and pinch the right.

They were sensitive, they always had been, and the way that Chris was working them right now was almost too much. My head fell back and my hands dropped to the sheets as I tried to focus on enjoying the sensations and not immediately demanding for Chris to move lower, to give me more, to touch me where I wanted to be touched with increasing need. He was always paying attention though and before I even needed to voice my request, he let his mouth slip from my nipple and trail back down my stomach.

He nipped at the skin just above my pyjama pants before hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down. I tugged my shirt over my head at the same time before laying back against the pillow, completely naked underneath him.

"Beautiful."

He'd muttered the word, almost more to himself than to me, but the sincerity in his voice flooded a new kind of warmth through my body. I tried to push it down, focusing on what we were doing, what this was and all it could be. Because yes, I loved Chris, but this wasn't that. This wasn't making love, this was a simple release of sexual tension. I didn't need my feelings getting in the way and making this complicated or I was going to get myself hurt.

I'd been so lost in my head that I hadn't noticed how my legs had fallen apart for Chris to settle between them or how he'd spread me with his fingers, opening me up for him to enjoy. It wasn't until I felt a slow, gentle lick right over my clit that I snapped back into the moment. With a gasp, my hips pressed up to meet his mouth, trying frantically to keep the friction now that it was finally there.

"Easy," Chris warned me, chuckling as he pulled back slightly, earning a whine from me. "We'll get you there, don't worry."

A feeling of desperation was building up inside of me and as he blew gently on the very sensitive parts of me that were in front of him, I was about ready to start begging.

"Please," I whimpered, moving my hand to his hair in case he got any bright ideas about pulling back any further, but I was relieved when he let out a groan and finally gave up on his teasing.

Suddenly I was aware of nothing, but Chris' mouth on me. My back arched as he licked up from the bottom of my core to the top, swirling his tongue around, exploring every little nook and cranny before settling his focus back on my clit. It was like he'd studied me, like he'd committed our previous brief encounter to memory and remembered exactly what I responded to as he licked and sucked with just the right amount of pressure and speed to have me panting as my grip tightened in his hair.

It had only been moments, but I could already feel the pressure building inside me, bubbling closer towards the surface. Chris, as if sensing this, eased off just slightly to slide his tongue a bit lower, pressing it against my entrance, dipping just barely inside, before replacing it with one of his fingers. I felt myself clench at the sensation, my body desperate for relief, desperate for something more inside me and Chris obliged, adding a second finger almost immediately.

"So wet, baby," he hummed, placing a kiss on the inside of my upper thigh.

I was too wrapped up in my own pleasure to formulate any kind of response, but Chris didn't bother waiting for one anyway before putting his lips back on my clit. The combination of his fingers and his mouth had me seeing stars and another whimpered plea slipped from my lips as he flicked his tongue against me. He was focused and determined, groaning against me after a particularly sharp tug on his hair when he angled his fingers inside me to find that one particular spot that made me see stars.

He stroked it once. Then twice. And on the third that coil that had been tightening inside me snapped. I covered my mouth with my free hand just in time to bite down and muffle the scream that Chris pulled from me as my hips thrust up towards him and I spasmed around his fingers as I fell over the edge.

Chris coaxed me through it, easing his attentions as I came down from the high I was feeling. He slid his fingers out of me, looking up to meet my eyes before licking them clean. I groaned, feeling myself twitch with arousal at the sight despite my heart still racing from the orgasm I had just had. He flashed me a smirk before crawling up my body and pressing his lips against mine again.

I sighed happily into the kiss, letting my hands slide down his back, just teasing the top of his pants as I reluctantly separated our mouths.

"Take these off."

My tone left little room for argument and Chris looked down at me with a smirk.

"Yes, ma'am."

He lifted his body off of mine just long enough for me to shiver from the loss of the warmth he was providing, but he quickly returned once his pants were discarded. He stayed slightly lower when he returned, turning his attention back to my chest, taking my left nipple in his mouth this time and using his hand to tease the other. My eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, but I fought the urge to simply lie back and let him do what he wanted with me. I wanted more, I needed more and I didn't want to wait any longer.

"Chris," I whined. "Please, fuck me."

Looking down, I could see his eyes widen in surprise at my blunt demand. He let his mouth slip off my nipple before giving it one last little nip, just hard enough to make me gasp from the slight twinge of pain.

"As you wish."

He reached down between us, taking a moment to slip his two fingers back inside me. He spread them out, gently stretching me and I was grateful. From my memory, Chris was thick and it had been approximately three years and five months since I last had sex (not that I was counting).

Once Chris was satisfied that I was adequately prepared, he pulled his fingers back and guided the tip of his cock towards my entrance. I tried to relax as he slowly stretched me open, but even as my mind revelled in the bliss I was feeling, a thought hit me that made my eyes widen and body stiffen.

"Chris!" I gasped out, gripping his shoulders to push him away slightly. "Condom!"

His head dropped down and he grunted as if he was using the last of his restraint to pull out of me.

"Shit," he cursed. "How could we forget that again?"

"I guess we don't learn from our mistakes," I smiled, despite the pang in my heart as the voice in my head chimed in again to say 'clearly not or you wouldn't be about to fuck him and break your own heart again'. "Do you have one?"

Chris nodded, rolling off me for just long enough to reach over to the bedside table. He pulled one out of the drawer, ripped it open and slid it on with impressive speed before crawling back over me.

"Now," he smirked. "Where were we?"

He looked down as he guided himself inside me again. The initial stretch wasn't as intense the second time around, but it grew as he pushed deeper and my breath hitched once he was fully inside. Chris stilled, sensing my discomfort as he dropped his head to kiss along my jaw until his lips rested just below my ear.

"You good?"

"Mhmm," I nodded, breathing out and shifting my hips as I started to adjust. We stayed like that, connected but still, for a few moments until I felt the tension ease a bit. "You can move."

"You sure?" Chris looked at me with concern on his face, but I nodded.

That was all the reassurance he needed as he began slowly moving his hips. He pulled his lips back from where they rested near my ear and pressed them against mine.

He kissed me deeply, passionately, as he created a steady rhythm, sliding in and out with his hips pressing hard against mine with each thrust. His biceps bulged and strained to support his weight through the movement and he eventually let his mouth fall away from mine as he could no longer hold back a groan. That noise, and the grunts that followed, made me twitch around him as if my body was doing everything it could to keep him inside me, to keep the pleasure that it had been craving for so long.

I could feel him dragging against every inch inside me, brushing against every nerve and stretching me just enough to keep me constantly impressed by how big he was. It was somehow too much, but not enough all at the same time and I hitched my leg higher up on his waist to help him get closer, deeper, if at all possible.

"Good girl..."

Chris' words hummed encouragingly against my collarbone where he placed another soft kiss before pulling back. He placed his hand on the back of my knee and lifted it even higher, opening me up for him even more.

My head dropped back against the pillow on the next stroke as his cock slid against that delicious spot inside me where his fingers had been only minutes before. He was watching, looking down between us to see me wrapped around him, see me taking him all the way every time he pushed in. I could hear him mumbling praises, compliments about how well I was doing, but I was too far gone, too wrapped up in the pleasure emanating from between my legs to do anything, but moan in response.

He slowed for a moment, leaning down, my leg catching on his shoulder and pressing it even higher as he reminded me to be quiet. He nipped my ear lobe, pulling a whimper from my lips before moving back and picking his pace up again. I knew he was right, but it was hard, next to impossible even, to hold back the noises that were bubbling in my throat.

I bit my lip and dug my nails into his skin as I attempted to control my volume and silently cursed Chris when he shifted his weight just enough to put the pressure of each thrust back on just the right spot. He moved his thumb down to brush over my clit, but it barely took a few strokes for me to fly over the edge.

It felt like my whole world exploded as I clenched around him, a low moan slipping past the lip between my teeth. The tingle ripped through every part of my body, every muscle quivering with pleasure, as Chris picked up the pace even more, with one final burst of speed until he stilled, letting out a deep, rumbling groan of his own before pumping in and out a few final times.

Once he'd stopped his movements completely, he let my leg lower to the bed, collapsing against my chest as he fought to catch his breath. I drifted my hand up to stroke the damp hairs on the back of his neck and soaked in the blissful feeling, a feeling I'd dreamt about since the last time I had the pleasure of enjoying it.

We stayed like that for a few moments until Chris reluctantly pulled back, letting out a soft groan as he slid out of me.

"I'll be right back."

I admired Chris' ability to walk already as all I had the strength to do was nod and shift back to my side of the bed. When Chris reappeared a few minutes later after disposing of the condom in the bathroom, I could barely keep my eyes open. He climbed back under the blankets and shifted over towards me until he could pull me right against his chest with our legs intertwined.

"That was nice," I sighed happily, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms as I nuzzled my nose into his toned pecs.

They shook as he chuckled and a giggle slipped from my lips as well.

"It was," he agreed, kissing the top of my head the same way he had at the start of this little rendezvous.

There was a heaviness in the air, the underlying unspoken words and the conversation that needed to be had hung between us, but I couldn't bring myself to ruin the moment. I'd spent so much time thinking about this, what it would be like to be in his arms again, I couldn't bare to say anything that might make him pull away and snap out of the moment of insanity we'd slipped into.

So, I didn't and neither did he. With one final, gentle kiss goodnight, we stayed tightly in our embrace until we drifted off into a contented sleep.

Part Three

#chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic #chris evans x ofc #chris evans smut #once bitten twice shy

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os-hyoideum · 3 years

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"I have come to a coclusion." Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!plus size!Reader

"i figured out why you're so into me… it's because wherever you grab it feels like a boob" (my inspo, in the form of my stupid thought - I wanted to do a few more of my fav characters, but we'll see)

Word count: 1263 Content: Pro!Shinsou (over 18), fluff (I think), funny (I hope), slighly just suggestive at the end (letting out a perv a bit, but just teensy bit), plus size/chubby/fat Reader, Reader has nipple piercings (I just think everyone -who wants them ofc- deserves them), Reader has big? (heavy) boobies

a/n: Like I'm never inspired to write, this time I just did (and had fun, surprisingly... it's that Shiso brainrot 😔). This is literally THE SECOND time I have ever written something (that isn't an academic essay) in English. Also, THE FIRST time using the second person in writing, but I wanted to try. It's just some quick fic, so enjoy! Also, sorry for, perhaps, a weird use of commas, I don't think I'm ever gonna be able to put them correctly everywhere.

Hitoshi let out a relieved sigh once he stepped over the threshold to your shared apartment.

It wasn’t anything particularly special, with its open space kitchen-living room combo, bathroom, and decently sized bedroom, but it was a home that brought him comfort after hard days (or nights) of work. Particularly, when it was an unexpected task of giving the talk to aspiring heroes at his former high school - UA.

It was a bit weird for him to get home during late afternoon, as his usual night patrols made him used to getting back at rather early morning hours, but still, he was just glad to be finally in the comfort of his own place.

After taking his shoes off and walking a bit more inside, he was met with a sight to behold (by his own requirements).

There, laying face down on a couch was you, clothed only in a pair of black panties and a sports bra. Electric fan, standing on a side table, was blowing straight onto your exposed back. Hitoshi supposed it wasn’t anything particularly strange, given it was the middle of summer and, additionally, you must have been tired from your work trip; nevertheless, he decided to ask.

“Well, hello there,” he started, crossing his arms and quirking an eyebrow, “That’s a nice view of your ass, but why are you basically naked?”

You propped yourself on your elbows and turned your head back to look at him. The breeze from the fan stung your eyes a bit, so you sat up straight and faced Hitoshi properly. Partly, to just be able to admire him (like usual) and, partly, so the breeze would still be directed towards your back.

“First of all: it’s hot as hell today. I have never been more grateful for our AC… that still was not enough, but well…” You listed lifting one finger up.

“Okay, fair.” Hitoshi nodded. He looked at you lifting another finger.

“Second of all: I had a little, hmm… mirror sesh? I guess it could be called like that.”

Hitoshi knew exactly what you meant and instantly was put on alert. He did not know what to expect from the outcome. You weren’t particularly insecure, but drops in confidence happen to everyone, at the best of times. Having a truce with your body didn’t mean an endless peace.

He looked at you with intensity, looking for any indicators of feeling low, but relaxed a bit seeing you being at least in a neutral, if not even good, mood.

“Oh? Is that so?”

You stood up, the slight jiggle of your soft body not concealed by anything. He had seen you bare many times before (like, a lot of times), but still caught himself admiring the patterns your stretch marks drew upon your skin. He knew it’s not anything special, quite the natural part of the human body, yet he still saw some intricate artistic thought behind it.

“Yes,” you said, putting one hand on your hip and gesticulating with the other, “and you know how I, personally, feel about myself. Like, sometimes it’s good, sometimes bad, nothing new, right?” You asked rather rhetorically, to which Hitoshi still nodded slightly, listening from behind a bar piece separating your kitchen and living space.

“BUT,” you emphasized and pointed a finger at him,” today I was wondering in particular, why YOU like THIS-” you paused to encircle your body with one hand “-so much. And I have come to a conclusion”

Hitoshi hummed and took a sip of iced coffee he took from the fridge in the meantime.

“Yeah? And what’s your conclusion then?”

“You are so attracted to me because everywhere you touch feels like a boob.”

That was an unexpected sentence that left your lips; so unexpected actually, that Hitoshi almost choked on his coffee. Luckily though, he did not. Not paying much attention to your could-have-died significant other, you continued with your reasonings.

“Arm? Boob.” You squeezed your upper arm to emphasize. “Tummy?” A little squeeze creating a roll between your fingers. “Boob.” You propped your leg on the couch to poke at your inner thigh. “Thigh? Boob. Calf? Boob. See? Everything’s a boobie!”

Hitoshi just laughed looking at your excited expression, he assumed from coming to such boob-tastic revelation. He fixed his black headband, keeping his beautiful hair out of his face, and pointed at your leg.

“Well, I don’t remember your boobs being quite so hairy. Though my memory might be failing, after all this time.” He said with a chuckle, hinting at your two weeks of separation, due to your dreadful trip.

“How DARE you!” You gasped dramatically and threw a pillow that Hitoshi expertly caught with a laugh. “Are you shaming my body hair?”

“Oh, of course not,” he smirked playfully, “I quite like your hairy legs.”

With a slightly frustrated groan, you fell on the couch and loudly sighing slid off onto the floor. Sitting behind your low coffee table, you tilted your head down and glared at Hitoshi from under your eyebrows. He knew someone could have gotten scared had they been on the receiving end, but spending so much time with you, he was used to it and just found it amusing. Seeing the lack of reaction from him, you just stood up and walked towards the bar to stand in front of him.

“If you don’t stop, I WILL sit on you.”

Hitoshi quirked an eyebrow at you and turned around. He took a step towards the kitchen sink and, after turning the water on, splashed his face.

“What are you doing?” You asked, not quite expecting him to start washing his face in the middle of a conversation.

After taking a small, clean kitchen towel to dry himself off, he looked you straight in the eye.

“Prepping your seat, baby.”

You stared at him for a few seconds with wide eyes, before slowly clapping and nodding with approval.

“Huh… outstanding move. True dedication to a joke.”

“I wasn’t joking.” But you already knew that.

“Damn…” You started, holding his intense gaze. “Okay, Mr Shinsou, you’re on.”

He looked you up and down with an expression of a man starved.

“You’re in for a ride…” But you already knew that too. “Mrs Shinsou.”

“I’m not Mrs Shinsou.”

“Not yet.” You knew it was mostly playful banter since neither of you was in a rush to make your relationship official. It was comfortable enough, to the point actually, that others did mistake you for a married couple at times. So it turned into a joke, being called by his name.

“Alright…” You smiled softly at him before your expression became much more devious. “Wanna take a shower before I take my rightful place upon my throne?”

Without waiting for his response, you pulled your sports bra over your head. In an instant, Hitoshi’s gaze fell onto your heavy chest. Decorated with shining metal nipples perked up, due to the slight chill from the AC and the fan, both working at full capacity. You turned around and walked towards the bathroom with a nice sway in your hips. In the doorway, you slid your panties off and threw them at Hitoshi with a heated look from behind your shoulder.

He caught them with one hand and, looking you straight in the eyes, brought them to his face. He took a long breath in, taking in your scent mixed with sweat that almost made him dizzy with desire.

He put his cup into the sink and, with your panties in hand, followed you into the bathroom.

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sketch-mer-6195 · 2 years

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A Fall From This Height Chapter 4: You Gotta Earn It (Frank Castle x Isabella Kahale {OFC}) Smut Chapter!!!!

Word Count: 2151 Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (kids be safe and wrap it up), oral sex (f receiving), nudity, swearing, Frank Castle Taglist: @girl-of-many-fandoms @self-conscious-author (A/N: My very first smut in over 6 years... please don’t judge too hard lol)

Three Weeks Later

Sitting in the comfort of Bella’s small home, curled up on the makeshift couch/bed with Frank stroking her arm, the two were enjoying a night in watching a movie that was on the suggestion list on Netflix. The English Patient. Bella couldn’t help but feel some sort of similarity with the main character, Almásy, who was slowly revealing who he was throughout the movie. Feeling as though she had to keep her past away from the man she was currently dating. He had his own secrets, but he had opened up to her where he was from and that he worked in construction before moving to Roxbury. She talked to him a bit of her being Polynesian, nothing very specific and that she moved from Queens to Roxbury three years ago. But other than that, she would deflect his questions to know more about her past. It ate her heart and stomach out as she dreamed and dreaded the thought of bringing up her past and it consumed her mind and soul.

Frank seemed to have noticed as he tilted his chin down to press a small kiss to her temple and not gain a reaction or a small smirk from her. He furrowed his brow slightly, knowing full well she wasn’t in the present time. Her eyes were unfocused and not paying attention to the movie at all and he had seen it before. On their fifth date, when he talked about how he found Max, his Blue Nose Pitbull and asked if she had any relatives, she looked past his shoulder as if trying to remember and forget her past all in one sitting. He knew that look all too well as he tried too as well. More for the killing and what he had become, and remember his wife and children. He had to try and get her to talk and snap her out of that trance.

“Alexa, pause the movie.” Frank called out to the small device.

Bella took a short but sharp breath in and looked up at Frank with a confused look. “What’s wrong?”

Frank turned to face her better and looked across her face before he sighed softly. He wasn’t good with these kinds of conversations, but he needed her to open up. “You a’ight?”

Bella slowly cracked a crooked smile and nodded. “Why wouldn’t I be? I got my boyfriend, snuggled up to him, Max at our feet. Chilly rain storm outside and a good movie on with two Blue Moons, what could be wrong?”

Frank raised a brow and with his pointer finger, pressed his finger between her brow. The crease that settled there slowly faded under the pressure of his finger as she watched him before glancing over to him. He soon dropped his hand and cupped her cheek which she smiled and leaned into happily. He didn’t want to pry, it was her own business and she would open up to him when she felt it was right. But, he couldn’t help but think that there was more than she led on.

“Y’know, if you ever need to talk… I’m here for you, sweetheart. I’m no pushover, but I don’t want you to think you can’t talk to me.” He reassured her as he stroked her cheek with his thumb gently.

Bella’s smile warmed at his words as she tilted her hand to kiss his palm and nod. “I know, Pete.”

Frank looked her over and could see that she did trust him. There wasn’t a sign showing that she was scared, just cautious. She had her walls and he had his. There was a mutual respect between them, but they also desired to know one another. Bella had watched him and let her eyes roam across his strong facial features, including his ears and nose. That nose that she had kissed from time to time, and those lips that she has only stolen soft and swift kisses since they started dating. His strong cheekbones and sharp jawline that was cleanly shaven. And those eyes. Dark, rich, mysterious, honest and full of passion and adoration. Her own brown hues flickered between his eyes and his lips as she began to lean closer to him.

But it was shortly met with Frank leaning down quickly to capture her own and hold her close. He needed this, a release and validation that he wasn’t making the biggest mistake. His kiss was reciprocated with passion, feverish intensity that he was delivering. Bella had scooted closer to him until she found her place straddled on his lap. Her arms snaked around his strong neck to hold him close as they made out. The hand that was cupping her cheek had found its way through her thick and dark locks as his free hand had gripped her thigh and gently kneaded the plaint flesh that was slowly meeting her butt. As Bella had her hand card through his hair, she gave a gentle tug which elicited a deep groan from the man under her and pulled a cocky smirk from her. As began to pull away only to have Frank chase after her lips and pull her with such ease against his chest.

“Where you goin’?” He growled, his voice deep and gravelly as he let his hand that was in her hair travel down her body and rest on her other thigh.

As he leaned in to have his lips back on her own, Bella leaned back and giggled before wagging her finger. “You gotta earn it, soldier.” She purred softly.

“Yeah?” He played along and let a smile decorate his lips as his hand gave her butt a good squeeze. “You’re on.”

With such ease and surprising grace, Frank stood up and hooked her legs around his waist, his hands firm on her butt as he leaned down to capture her lips with his. He felt her smile against his lips and slowly melt against his frame as he walked to her bedroom. Bella had slipped her top off, only breaking the kiss to throw her shirt somewhere in the hallway as Frank carefully let her down to let her stand and slide her leggings off. He quickly discarded his shirt and took a moment to admire her slender frame, although her room was illuminated with a couple street lamps outside, he could see some old scars that dotted her figure and the small little marks on her thighs that he remembered seeing on their first date. Her deep tanned skin complimenting the dark colored bra and panties that she wore, how Frank wanted to explore her inside and out.

His hands found her hips and pulled her flush to his own and let Bella feel what was going on in his jeans. She let out a slight gasp and her cheeks flushed from the weak sound that came from her lips. But was silenced by Frank when his lips swallowed up her gasp and lowered her in the bed. With Bella under him, Frank plunged his tongue when he felt the chance to explore and taste her mouth while he balanced himself on his elbow and unfastened his belt and pants to slide free from. Once he was free, he pulled from the open mouth kiss and slid his jeans and boxers off before looking down at the woman on display for him. Bella laid there, reeling from the heated kiss and soon admiring the man before her in all his glory. Unclasping her bra and Frank desperately sliding her panties off, Bella slid further in the bed as he crawled over her and kissed her fervently once again as he grinded his cock against her soaked folds and against her bundle of nerves that sent a shiver up her spine.

“Pete…” She whimpered and although he wasn’t even inside of her, she felt her toes curl and press her hips flush against his own to gain some friction to release her own pressure deep inside her.

Frank continued with the torture of grinding his whole length acros her bundle of nerves, pressing his whole body against her own to pin her down in the bed. His hot breath fanned her ear as he spoke huskily. “You can do it, baby…”

“Fill me.” She begged.

Pulling away, Frank situated himself and pulled her thighs apart and couldn’t help himself drink up the sight that was lying right in front of him. He couldn’t help but stroke his cock a few times before lining up and pushing himself into her. He let out a slight grunt as he waited for her to adjust and relax around him, but it wasn’t long until he began to thrust into her and hear her moans. He placed his thumb on her bud and started to make circles only to cause her eyes to roll back into her head and her back to arch against his hand and thrusts.

“Fuck! Pete, I’m gonna come!” She cried out which only caused his actions to go harder and faster.

He wanted her to unravel quickly, and his wish was his own command as he continued and felt her release as her walls and thighs tightened on and around him. How he wanted to chase her high and follow suit, but he was determined to savor this moment. As he moved his hand away from her folds and waited for her to relax, he pulled out, Frank leaned back on his feet only to nestle himself between her thighs. Bella, who had her head pressed deep within the pillows, lifted her head up to see Frank press soft kisses and nip her supple flesh. From one thigh to the other, he left a burning trail until he found the jackpot. His arms slid under her legs where he positioned them over his shoulders to gain better leverage as his mouth and tongue lapped and flicked across her folds and clit causing her to grip the bedding under her to ground her in place.

It wasn’t very long until she came again, coating his mouth and chin with her sweet nectar. Frank let out a primal growl as he relished between her legs, but now it was his turn to release. As he came up for air, his eyes locked on with her own, glazed with lust and desire, he left a small love bite right on her bikini line on her left side before looming over her and sliding into her folds with such ease and going in hard and fast. His lips crashed down onto her own, allowing Bella to taste herself in and on his mouth and lips. It made her mind go blank as his lips parted from her own and nuzzled his nose into her neck. Her nails scratched across his back, causing him to push hard into her and slide her slightly under him.

As he felt his own climax, he gripped her hip with one large hand to hold her in place while he rested his arm to fasten himself in place as he finally hit his own release along with Bella’s who had her third high. Chasing after it, Frank and Bella were a panting, sweaty mess where he carefully laid down next to her and pulled her chest to chest. They stared at one another, relief, surprise, and a new found love for each other in the infancy of their relationship. Frank pressed his forehead against her own before closing his eyes. Bella smiled and cupped his cheek as she slowly came back down from everything. She pressed a soft kiss on his lips before curling up to him for warmth. As if on cue, Frank pulled the sheets over themselves before draping his arm over and around her waist and tucking her head under his chin.

Something he did with Maria after sex.

Did he miss her?

All the time. There was never a day that he didn’t. But here was Bella, this woman that was giving him a second chance. Although he knew good things never lasted long for him. Frank was going to take this in stride and ride the out for as long as he could. No running, no vanishing act. He was going to try and stay for as long as he can with Bella. As Frank settled down and closed his eyes to let slumber take over, a dark blue Cadillac Escalade was parked across the street from Bella’s house where two men were watching the house and saw everything that had happened. Dropping his binoculars, Jimmy glanced over to Blake who was seething in his seat.

“We move in in two days time.” Jimmy said, reminding Blake the plan.

“I know…” Blake replied coldly as he raised his binoculars up to watch Frank stroke Bella’s back gently. “I’m patient, Jim.”

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(Diamonds and Daddies one shot) An Angel, A devil, and a Daddy ,Whiskey x F!Reader x OFC MXFXF

A/N: This is a colab fic written with @talesfromtheguild and omg guys you have no idea how fun this was to write and the ideas we shared 🥵 🥵

Huge thank you to her for the help and being willing to collab please go read her stuff.

This is a CANON side story to Diamonds and Daddies

Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader x OFC!

Warning/tags: Threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl) , Oral (M and F receiving) , Creampie, strap on , FXF action, MXF action, over stimulation, aftercare, rough sex, dirty talk, P in V sex, slapping, DD/LG /BDSM style relationship

Word count: 10K + 🥵

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Summary: For Jacks birthday, HoneyBee surprises him with a threesome.

Your limbs ached as you rolled over and snuggled into Jack’s bare chest, your nose pressed into the crook of his neck as you pressed lazy kisses against his skin. You could feel him start to stir in his sleep, as your soft kisses began to rouse him awake. His arms wrap around your torso, pressing you closer to him. His skin is warm beneath yours, and part of you never wants to leave the warmth and safety that he radiates.

“Good morning.” he says, his voice a deep rumble. The combination of loudly moaning all night long, and his sleepy morning voice made his voice a deep growl that reverberated through the air.

“Good morning Daddy.” you reply, kissing along his jawline, early morning stubble rubbed against your skin.

Jack finally cracks his eyes open, and tips his head downwards to look at you. He smiles softly and proudly when he sees your hair is still a mess from last night's activities, and your lips are still slightly swollen. He shifts slightly in bed, and brings his hand to cup your jaw before pulling your face towards his where he gently kisses you awake.

You pull away from him, and he openly pouts. You laugh at him before ducking back down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He tries to follow you and your sweet kisses when you pull away again.

“How would you feel about a threesome?” you ask him out of nowhere.

Jack’s head falls backwards onto his pillow with a deep groan as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will the naughty images his mind conjures up away. He releases a huff of air as his hands adjust their grip on your waist. “Darlin’...” he says tilting his head to the side to look at his alarm clock. “It is 6:30 in the goddamn morning. You can’t just spring that on me.”

“But would you be interested?”

“Babygirl, you know I don’t share.”

“But Daddy…”

“It ain’t gonna happen darlin’. My cock is the only cock that gets to fuck your sweet little pussy. No other man is gonna touch you.”

“But…”

“Unless you got a girlfriend that wants to join us, the answer is no.”

Your eyes light up - you’ve got just the friend to join the two of you in bed, but you school your expression and pout slightly, trying to steer Jack away from the conversation you’d started.

“Okay Daddy…”

He rolls you over and onto your back with a devilish smirk on his handsome face. His hands hold onto your hips as some of his body weight crushes you. “Now, how about breakfast in bed?” he asks, licking his lips before disappearing beneath the sheets.

When Jack had said he didn’t want anything and that you didn’t need to get him anything for his Birthday you felt bad. You had wanted to get him something, but for the life of you, you couldn’t think of a single thing your man could want, need or desire. Additionally, if Jack truly did want something, he could buy it himself. He was a grown man who could provide more than enough for himself - and you. Your monthly allowance was generous at most, and all the gifts and dates Jack took you on… he spoiled you rotten.

But then you recalled that silly little conversation you had with him one morning after a long night, and you suddenly knew what you wanted to get Jack for his birthday, and you knew exactly who to call to help you out.

It hadn’t taken much to convince your good friend Taylor to join in on your plan. In fact, Taylor was on board before you even finished asking your question. When she had agreed, you explained to her how Jack liked things - your relationship was heavily based in DD/LG roleplay, and he liked being able to feel all of you without a condom on.

Taylor wasn’t surprised at this information - she’d been on the Sugar Baby app you used for years, and had been with many daddy’s, and baby’s, and had been a part of many, many fantasies. Getting to join you with your Daddy was something Taylor was looking forward to. She was curious about your himDaddy, what with you constantly talking about him and how great he treated you, and how well he fucked you. To say she was curious about him was an understatement.

After she had agreed to yours and Jack’s terms, you made sure to get everything in order. You had Taylor tested to double check she was clean, she was already on birth control so you didn’t have to worry about that, and finally you took her shopping. You were going to go all out on lingerie for Jack’s birthday - after all your Daddy deserved the best.

When you had arrived at the fancy lingerie store, you were greeted by Amy, one of the sales associates that had been a good friend of yours and always knew what to put you in to make Jack drool.

“What are we going for today?” Amy asked with a coy smile. She had been a Sugar Mama long ago, and knew what suited you and your Daddy’s tastes.

“We’re just browsing today. Birthday surprise.” you’d told her.

Amy winks at you, and tells you to call for her if you need her help before she slips away to help another customer. Together, you and Taylor walk through the lingerie store, browsing for something that Jack would like to see the two of you in. It feels like you wander the whole store and find nothing that feels right to wear as a gift for Jack.

With a dejected sigh, you look over the tops of the racks for Taylor’s dark head of hair, before you spot her on the other side of the boutique. You weave your way through the racks before you come to stand beside her.

“What about these?” she suggests, her hand running over a vibrant red silk bra and matching panties set. Your hand reaches out to run over the material, and you’re surprised at how soft it feels under your fingertips. Your head cocks to one side as your eyes land on a separate yet similar looking set just a foot away, and an idea sparks inside your head, remembering one of Jack's favorite kinks to explore with you. Stepping away from Taylor as she grabs the red silk number, you reach outwards and grab onto the set that caught your eye. You spin around with a devious little smirk on your face as you reveal what caught your eye to Taylor. Her own wicked smirk bloomed across her face as she eyed the lingerie in your hands.

“Oh you little devil.” she teases you.

“You’re the devil,” you teased back, sauntering off to find some accessories that would really finish the look off.

Jack was in for one hell of a birthday surprise.

When Jack stepped inside his apartment, and dropped his keys on the hallway table, he didn’t notice the trail of rose petals leading further into his home at first. He only noticed the silence that greeted him. By now his Honey Bee should have been leaping into his arms, as you always did when you heard him return home from a long day at work. Curious, he took off deeper into the apartment, not finding you in the lounge and kitchen, he knew you had something planned for his birthday, so to not have you jumping on him the second he got home concerned him. There was no way you would go out at this time, surely? You knew not to head out without telling him. He was extremely protective of you and you’d be punished if you didn’t follow the rules. As he neared the stairs, ready to search the bedroom, he finally noticed the petals. He chastised himself in his head, how a secret agent didn’t notice something so obvious in his own home was beyond him. The annoyance he felt at his lack of observational skills was quickly overruled by a growing heat in his stomach as it clicked in his mind as to what the petals could mean. He had no idea what you were planning, but he was excited nonetheless, all he knew was his precious little baby had a surprise for him, and that was all he needed to know. He slowly ascended the stairs, undoing his tie and throwing his jacket to the side as he walked. He followed the trail with his eyes, his smile and cock growing as his eyes were led up to the bedroom door. He paused at the door, hearing some soft, muffled moaning coming from the other side. He growled to himself, picturing you lying on the bed, legs spread wide, pleasuring yourself, as much as the idea got him hot and bothered, you knew the rules, and pleasuring yourself without his permission was a sure fire way to earn his ire. He didn’t bother knocking, intent on catching you in the act, and it was his home and his bedroom after all, instead he opened the door slowly, and let his eyes follow the petals right up to your shared bed. His eyes widened in surprise and lust at the downright sin before him. His precious, innocent little girl laid out on the bed, wearing nothing but a frilly little white get up, that sight just by itself would be one to instantly make him hard. But no, you weren’t alone.

Your hands clung to the hips of a woman he had never seen before, the two of you seemed unfazed by his presence, too distracted by each other's tongues as you kissed one another.

The strange woman, who was wearing a matching outfit to yours in red, opened her eyes and looked over to him, she smiled into the kiss, keeping eye contact with him she started trailing her hand from its place on your hip to between your legs, making you moan loudly.

That made him snap out of his daze finally, he growled and strode towards the bed, stopping at the foot to watch you two more closely.

“I don’t think this is what good girls do, ain't that right Honey Bee?” he rumbled hungily.

You jumped, truly having been too distracted by Taylor to notice Jack come in. Your lips left hers and you stared up at him, batting your eyelashes at him, trying to feign innocence.

“D-Daddy,” you whimpered, caught. “We were just-”

“No excuses,” he cut you off. A large hand trailed up the length of your body, stopping at your chest. Firmly, he pushed you onto your back, his eyes trailed down your body to take a good look at what you were wearing. A new set he noted, as his fingers traced the edges, white and frilly, just how he liked it, with fluffy angel wings and a matching halo to really finish the look off. He leant over you, kneeling between your legs and nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, he peppered it with teasing kisses before wandering up to your mouth.

His lips ghosted above yours, you could feel the heat of his mouth on your kiss swollen lips,, he was so close, but as you leant up to kiss him he pulled away enough to stay out of your reach.

“I come home, after a long, hard day at work, all I want to do is spend some quality alone time with my Honey Bee, on my birthday, instead, here I find you, breaking my rules, playing with a friend you didn't even ask me if you could invite over, and making excuses?”

He slapped your thigh before straightening up, eyes now focused on Taylor who had been patiently waiting beside you.

“Now, who might you be Gorgeous? “ he asked, his voice softening and letting his gaze wander over her form, admiring the matching outfit she wore, red, with little devil wings and tail in place of your halo and wings.

“Taylor, Daddy,” she purred, stretching out on the bed, a playful smile gracing her red painted lips.

“Taylor,” he repeated, trying it out. As much as he tried to keep the stern facade up, he couldn’t help mirroring her smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, although I would have much preferred it if we could have met when I wasn’t upset with my Baby.” He emphasised his point by slapping your thigh again, rubbing it soothingly straight away and ignoring your startled cry.

“I-i was trying to surprise you, for your birthday Daddy,” you mewled, whimpering again when he glared down at you.

“Surprise me you did Honey Bee, but that don’t mean you have permission to break Daddy’s rules,” his fingers danced over your covered core, tutting when he found you wet. “Getting yourself all worked up without Daddy’s permission? I’m disappointed Honey Bee.”

“B-but that was Taylor-”

He cut you off with a hard slap to your covered pussy.

“Don’t you blame your friend when you’re the one who invited her and started playing with her!” He snarled. “You know the rules!”

He turned to Taylor again with a sigh. “I’m sorry you have to see this Gorgeous, I think I’ve been spoiling my Honey Bee too much if she thinks she can behave like this.” His eyes didn't leave her face, but he began rubbing up and down your core as he continued to speak to her, ignoring your pleas and mewls as you writhed between his touch. “I want you to know I ain’t blaming you for her behaviour, you’re a guest in this house and I don’t expect you to know all the rules, but I do expect her to follow them.”

He leant forward towards her, until his nose was touching hers.

“Can you be a good girl for me and tell me who’s idea it was to start playing?”

Taylor swallowed and nodded.

“Y-Yes Daddy, it was me, it was my idea,” she admitted.

Jack hummed and closed the small gap between them, locking his lips to hers.

Taylor moaned and you whined, jealous of the attention and praise your Daddy was giving her.

Jack broke the kiss , giving her one last peck. “Thank you for being truthful with my Darlin, instead of pushing the blame onto someone else like a bad girl,” his gaze drifted back to you as his sentence ended with a growl. “What are you whining for huh?”

You pouted up at him, refusing to answer.

“Quit being a brat and answer the question Honey Bee,” he warned.

“I want a kiss too,” you sniveled.

“Good girls get kisses.”

“But Taylor just admitted she started it!” You whined.

“We aint going over this again Honey Bee, you know the rules, she doesn’t. She’s a guest in this house and she told me the truth, so she gets a kiss.”

You huffed and crossed your arms, turning your head away from him in annoyance.

“I really do spoil you too much Honey Bee,” he sighed, pulling you up into a sitting position. “One kiss, you get one,” he said sternly, finger raised in warning before dipping his head to finally kiss you.

You moaned, your perfectly manicured fingers raking through his hair as you attempted to deepen the kiss. If you only got one you were determined to make sure it was a good one. Normally Jack loved to tease you with his tongue as you kissed, but he denied you entrance as you tried to deepen it. He growled, warning you as you attempted to push your tongue past his lips for a third time. He pulled away from you far too quickly. “Sit up on the bed, both of you,” he ordered, hands trailing up and down your back.

You nipped at his jaw, ignoring the instruction and kissing your way down his neck, making little marks appear on his skin, as Taylor moved to sit on the bed like he asked the two of you to do.

“Angel…” Jack’s voice drops low, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “My little devil is behaving better than you are right now. I think she deserves all the rewards you were going to get tonight.”

You pulled away from him just slightly to stare up at him, with big doe eyes. Jack’s cock throbbed in his pants as he stared down at you, and your innocent expression. Both of his hands came to cup the side of your face as he pressed a single chaste kiss to your lips.

“That look won’t work on me sweetheart. You’ve been a brat since I stepped in the door. Bad girls don’t get rewards.” he says, his eyes staring deep into yours.

“But... tonight is supposed to be all about you.” you said, breaking out of the bratty submissive role you’d taken on for the night. You really wanted Jack to have a good birthday, and you didn’t want to ruin it in any way. Shitty birthdays sucked, and you didn’t want Jack to remember this birthday as one you had messed up.

“And it will be. Right now, Daddy wants to punish you for your bratty behavior.” Jack reassures you in a soft voice, telling you that everything between the two of you was okay.

Taylor sat in the middle of your shared bed, and watched the two of you as she bit her lip. It was obvious to see just how much the two of you cared for each other, how much it went beyond the dynamic the two of you had arranged and agreed to. Shifting her weight around, Taylor felt honored to share your bed for a night. What the two of you had… it was something Taylor hadn’t seen in a very long time, and she was proud to see you had found something so precious with Jack.

“Honeybee, you’re gonna sit right here,” Jack ordered you, pointing to a spot right next to Taylor on your large bed, “and you’re gonna watch as I fuck your friend with my tongue.”

You whined at the thought of just sitting there and watching, but this was a punishment and you don’t wanna disappoint your Daddy. Positioning yourself comfortably on top of the sheets, you tucked your legs beneath your body and settled directly next to Taylor. At the foot of the bed, Jack watched patiently as you sat down and looked at him, waiting for any other instructions he might have for you. When he’s satisfied with where you’re sat, he turns his eyes to the woman casually lounging on his bed.

“Darlin’, as good as you look in red, I bet you look better naked.” he said as he gently reached out and ran a hand upwards, letting his fingers drag over her skin from her ankle to her hip.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, but not painfully, and dragged her down the bed slightly trying to bring her closer to him so he could reach her easier. His fingers play with the little straps on her garter belt, before hooking one finger underneath the elastic and letting it snap back against her skin. Taylor moans softly in the back of her throat as her thigh stings slightly.

“Fuck.” Jack exhaled as he stared down at Taylor. As much as he wants to just tear her lingerie off and fuck her senselessly, Jack wants to take his time with her, wants to show his baby what happens when she breaks the rules and acts like a brat. Everything he’s going to do to Taylor is what he could have done to you instead if you hadn’t disobeyed him.

Jack’s hands wander to the clips that hold up the garter belt, and slowly he begins to snap each elastic band against Taylor’s skin before unclipping them fully. His hands moved to the belt those straps were sewn to, and unclipped it, pulling away from her body and tossed it somewhere within the bedroom.

You whine loudly as your eyes are glued to Jack’s hands as they roam over Taylor’s body as she mewls and hums softly at his touch. His hands ran over her ribs before coming to cup her breasts. You can see Jack’s eyes darken as he tests the weight of Taylor’s breasts in each of his hands, loving the way they feel in his palms beneath the silky red fabric they’re confined behind. Taylor’s back arches off the mattress, pressing her chest farther into Jack’s hands wanting him to touch more of her.

“Relax sweetheart, we’ve got all night.” Jack shushes her as he pulls her bra downwards, exposing her hardened nipples to the cold air in the bedroom.

“Daddy,” Taylor whines as Jack’s hands return to her breasts. He leans over her and takes one of her dark, pebbled nipples into his mouth as his thumb tweaks the other one.

Jack shushes her as he lets go of her breasts and moves his hands downwards. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her scandalous panties and pulled them down her long, toned legs - legs he wants wrapped around his head as he eats her out. His cock throbs beneath his pants, aching to be touched by either of the two beautiful women in his bed. He wants to touch himself, but he can wait a little bit longer before he gives in to what he wants.

Jack brings Taylor’s wet panties to his nose and inhales her scent. His eyes fall closed as he moans. His eyes open slowly, and when he looks at you, he smirks. “Kitten, open your mouth.” Your mouth opens a moment later, and Jack shoves Taylor’s wet panties into your mouth, gagging you.

“There. Maybe that will shut you up for a while.” he growls.

You taste the tang of Taylor’s arousal on your tongue as he stuffed Taylor’s panties into your open waiting mouth. To say the action doesn’t make your pussy drip would be a total lie.

Jack turns his attention back to Taylor, drinking in the way she’s spread out for him. In the soft glow of his bedroom, he can see just how wet she is for him. Her folds glisten with her arousal, and Jack wants nothing more than to sink his cock into her. But first he has to start your punishment.

“Don’t touch her.” Jack warns Taylor, nodding his head towards you. Taylor nods at his words.

Jack crouches over Taylor, and brings her mouth to his, in a hot searing kiss. Jack adores how soft her plump lips are against his, but he prefers you and your kisses… if only you hadn’t been such a brat. Jack’s kisses trail down Taylor’s body, kissing every expanse of skin he can find. He draws a nipple into his mouth again and gently nips at her flesh when he pulls away, making Taylor gasp out as pain flares beneath her skin. Jack smirks against her skin as he soothes the sting of his teeth with his wet tongue before he repeats the motion on her other breast.

His mouth travels down her sternum before stopping just above her aching pussy. His shoulders spread her legs wider as he settles at the edge of the bed, crouching down to hover above where she wants - needs him most.

“You want this, right baby?” Jack asks Taylor, wanting another confirmation that she has fully agreed to this night with the two of you.

“Yes Daddy. Please fuck me with your tongue. Please - I wanna cum for you.” she pleads with him, her dark brown eyes locking with his.

Jack’s mouth hovers over Taylor, as he breathes in her scent. With one hand splayed over her stomach, he uses his thumb to brush over her clit. Taylor gasps as her body jerks slightly, before calming down again as Jack continues to rub circles over her bundle of nerves.

You shift on your knees when you begin to feel your toes falling asleep, and Jack cuts his eyes to you in warning: don’t fucking move. Your body stills instantly as you lock eyes with him. Your chest heaves as you watch him move closer to Taylor’s spread thighs.

His tongue spears into Taylor’s pussy. He smells her. He tastes her. He devours her. His hips arch forwards and he bumps his hard clothed erection against the end of the bed where he’s knelt on the floor.

“Oh fuck babygirl.” he snarls into her, humming, not breaking away from licking into her for even a second. His nose bumps against her clit, making Taylor pant and moan and gasp his name like a prayer. His hands clawed into her thighs, his hot tongue curling and lapping up her arousal, shrewd wet sounds of his sucking tongue and mouth fill the air around you all. It’s filthy.

Taylor’s legs tremble beneath Jack’s hands, but he keeps them anchored down. His nails dig into her thighs, tugging her closer into his face. She can feel his tongue exploring every inch of her, dipping and prodding.

You smirk as you watch them together, watching as Taylor’s face pinches up in pleasure and her fingers dig and grasp at your bedspread, trying to ground herself on something. You knew how skilled Jack Daniel’s tongue was.

Taylor’s moans fill the silence that settled over the bedroom as Jack sucks and licks into her, working her open with his tongue. Taylor can feel the damp path of cloth beneath her ass, and it only turns her on more, knowing just how aroused she is right now. She raises her head off the mattress and looks down at Jack, seeing his dark eyes gleaming up at her, watching as she writhes beneath him. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before they fly open again when Jack laps at her clit again. She can feel that pulsing energy knotting in her abdomen, coiling tighter and tighter, rushing her towards her impending orgasm.

“Oh Daddy…” she warns breathily. Her thighs threaten to clamp down around his head, as her hands fist the sheets below her. Jack’s tongue spears into her again as his thumb rubs tight, harsh circles against her clit, driving her towards her orgasm.

“Can - Can I cum Daddy?” Taylor gasps out. Jack hums into her, not giving her an answer.

“Please Daddy! Lemme cum for you. Please let me cum. Please, please, please, please.” she begs again. Jack hums against her again, the vibrations stimulating her nerves more. She feels her thighs tremble more, and before she knows it, her body arches and convulses, shuddering as her climax blindingly powers through her.

She cums violently fast and loud. Jack’s tongue never leaves her as he drinks down every drop of cum her body gives him. Her orgasm had successfully coated his mouth and chin in her arousal, he loved how her pussy drooled for him. Taylor collapses back against the cool sheets and pants heavily, trying to catch her breath and revel in the feeling of her first orgasm of the night.

Jack licked his lips and wiped off the remainder of Taylors arousal with the back of his hand. He sighed contentedly as if he had just eaten a five star meal.

“Now Honey Bee,” he said, turning his attention back to you for the first time since he started going down on Taylor. He pulled the soaked panties from your mouth, tossing them to the side for now. “Can you prove to me you can behave? Prove to Daddy you can be a good girl?”

You nodded desperately, fingers itching to relieve the burning need inside you, but not willing to risk another punishment. You did want to be a good girl for him, to make his birthday memorable, to please him.

“Good,” he purred, a wicked grin on his face as he stood up and rounded the bed to the headboard. He started unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the side along with his undershirt, leaving his torso bare to you both.

He settled down on the bed, back leaning up against the pillows and headboard, and beckoned the two of you over with the crook of a finger, chuckling as the two of you scrambled over to him.

“There’s my good girls,” he praised, unbuckling his belt and shimmying his pants down his hips just enough to free his aching cock.

You pouted up at him, noting he wasn’t wearing underwear again. He caught your pout and chuckled again, giving you a cocky wink, ignoring your displeasure and teasing you further about your continuing disdain over the underwear ‘argument’ you kept having..

“Come on now Honey Bee, prove to me you can be good. Show Taylor here just how Daddy likes his cock sucked.”

Wanting to be obedient and finally earn Jack's touch, whether it be by his hands, cock or tongue, you batted your eyelashes up at him, maintaining that eye contact he loved as you lent forward and began scattering soft, feather light kisses up and down his length.

Your eyes stayed on Jack but you held out one hand to Taylor, who took it and allowed you to drag her closer, placing her dainty hand on Jack's balls.

He groaned above you, head falling back into the pillows and you hummed proudly, loving how you could reduce him to a mess just as often as he made you.

Taylor took initiative and bent forward, taking Jacks balls into her mouth at the same time you had taken his tip into your mouth, sucking and playing with your tongue.

A flurry of curses left his mouth as he tried to suck more air in, overwhelmed by the double, startling sensation.

“Jeesus fuck! Givin me a heart attack!” he gasped, snapping his head forward to watch the two of you intently. The visuals only added to his pleasure, two pretty girls servicing his cock, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes, he wanted to cum just at that.

You wrapped your hand around his base and began pumping him as you took him further and further into your mouth. Since your first time together, when you had struggled to take his cock any further than halfway down the two of you had spent a lot of time practicing.

Now, now you were able to take him all the way, having spent many hours with him learning how to suppress your gag reflex enough and widen your jaw, it was still a struggle, but the moan he gave you when your lips reached his base made it all worth it.

“That's it, there we are, you’re my good girls,” he rasped, praising the two of you as his hands grabbed the back of your heads, holding you in place as he savored the duel experience of his cock in your throat, and balls in her mouth.

His hands trembled as he took deep breaths to ground himself, to not give into the pleasure so early into your attention. Since the moment he had opened the door to his bedroom Jack had been more aroused than he could ever recall being in his entire life, not even when he was a teenager and first discovered porn could compare.

“Honey Bee,” he moaned as the hand he had on you slowly snaked down to grip your throat. Something he loved to do every time you managed to deepthroat him was to grip you lightly, so he could feel the bulge of his cock move up and down your throat as you took him.

You began moving for him, concentrating on breathing through your nose as he lightly choked you with both his cock and his hand, squeezing lightly every time he felt the bulge in your throat pass by his palm.

He spread his legs wider for the two of you, giving Taylor more access to his balls as you sped up your pace.

“Look at you Darlin,” he cooed softly at you, admiring how your mouth stretched around him, saliva leaking from your lips, coating him.

“Your tiny little mouth can barely take me, but it feels so, so, good.”

You mewled around his length, soaking up his praise, the vibrations it caused traveled down his length, his balls tensed up and he hissed in pleasure.

“Knew you could be a good girl for me...You’ll do anything for my cock wont cha? My perfect little cock slut.”

He always knew what to say to turn you on more, your pussy throbbed again, you wanted more than anything to make him proud, to earn the reward he always gave you after each punishment, his cock. Having it in your mouth was just further torment, reminding you just how big he was, just how well he would stretch you out.

“I’m in heaven,” he sighed, stroking Taylors tight curls affectionately as she swirled her tongue around him, causing him to buck up into your mouth and making you gag.

He growled as you tried to back up. “You can take it, you were made for my cock,” he encouraged, tightening his fingers around your neck to stop you from backing away.

You calmed yourself down, trying not to struggle in his grasp, focusing on your breathing so you could take him deeper once more.

“That's it, what good babies.”

Both you and Taylor moaned at his words of praise, his thighs shook in an effort not to keep bucking up into your mouth, his entire cock throbbed and pulsed and the moans that poured from his mouth were downright sinful. He was so lost to the feeling his head fell back again, unable to watch the two of you without blowing his load.

You were so distracted and aroused you didn’t even register the feeling of your own hand trailing down your stomach and between your legs. Only when you let out a high pitched keen at the relief your burning core got did you realize what you had done, as your fingers pushed up against the covered folds of your pussy. Your eyes shot back up to Jack, who was now staring intently back at you.

“You better not be touching yourself Honey Bee,” he rumbled.

You snatched your hand away and let him fall from your mouth with a pop.

“I’m not!” you lied, throat raspy from taking his dick, and from the hand still choking you.

His balls left Taylor’s mouth with a wet slurp as she sat up to watch the interaction.

He groans at the loss on his cock, but is far too focused on you to complain. He drops your throat and grabs your wrists, pulling you up to him.

He pulls your left hand up to his mouth, maintaining fierce eye contact with you as he pulls the fingers into his mouth, tasting them. His tongue plays with your fingers, it was warm and you couldn't help but imagine him using it to pleasure you.

Satisfied he doesn’t taste your arousal on you he drops the hand and he repeats the action with your right one, he closes his eyes in pleasure at the taste, groaning as your slick coats his tongue as it teased your index and middle fingers.

Then when realization hits him his eyes snap back open burning into yours as he growls, as much as he adores your taste, he was disappointed at you for breaking another rule.

Your fingers fall from his mouth and he firmly pushes you away.

“Breaking a rule? And not only that? Lying to me about it?” He sounded angry, you should be scared, but the rough timbre of his voice and heated tone only sent more arousal flooding out of you. As enraged as he sounded, you knew it would just mean more pleasure for you later on when he deemed you had learnt your lesson.

“I’m sorry Daddy!” You pleaded, trying to crawl back to him.

“No Honey Bee, I don't think you are!” He growled, pushing you away again, his arm looped around Taylor, bringing her flush against his torso, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. Showering her with the affection he would normally reserve for you.

“You just have to keep acting like a brat tonight! Just can’t stop showing off in front of your friend, wanting to act like a cool, big girl is that it?” His hand fisted her curls to pull her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Ignoring you and your distress as his tongue mixed with hers. She moaned and you whimpered, missing your Daddy's kisses, he was trying to make you jealous and he was doing a damn good job of it.

“Think you’re wearing the wrong costume,” he panted to her when they broke apart. “Think my little brat over there needs to be wearing this little Devil get up, and you need to be in that Angel one,” he murmured into the skin of her neck, showering kisses upon her skin, just the way you liked.

He continued to ignore you, distracting himself by making out with Taylor. He pulled her into his lap properly and began grinding his hips up into hers, one hand gripped her ass and the other kneaded her breast gently.

She mewled and whimpered into the kiss, rocking her hips back onto his, his cock rubbing up against her soaked folds, with one little change in angle he would be sheathed inside her. You were mesmerised, enraptured by the image of this tip of his cock leaking, so close to pushing inside her and stretching her out.

How you had never envied another person more in your entire life.

You yowled like a cat in heat, trying not to rock your hips into the bedsheets to chase that far off relief, you knew you weren’t getting any anytime soon, but you were trying so hard not to anger him further and delay your pleasure even more.

Your pathetic little whine caught his attention, dragging his gaze back to you, eyebrows raised in surprise as if he had forgotten you were even there.

“Honey Bee,” he drawled, rolling Taylor’s nipple in his skilled fingers as he kept eye contact with you. “You’re going to sit there and watch as Taylor finishes what you started. No, don't give me that look.” He continued to glare at you as he helped Taylor widen her legs, better to take him with. He cooed at her affectionately and praised her, telling her what a good girl she was for him as he notched himself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside of her.

You glare at Taylor and Jack as you sit on the end of the bed, watching as Jack tosses his head back against the headboard as Taylor takes all of him inside her dripping pussy. Your pussy throbs between your legs, just beggin’ to be touched. You watch Jack intensely as his face contorted in pleasure, his eyes clamped firmly shut as he enjoys the warmth of Taylor’s body. Shifting slightly on the bed, your hand moves beneath your panties and your fingers brush against your clit. You will be in so much trouble if Jack catches you touching yourself right now, but the ache between your legs and the relief your fingers give you is enough to spur you on, to keep you going. Whatever punishment Jack will give you will be worth it in the end.

You remain quiet, which feels like an impossible task, as your fingers rub circles over your clit, and lightly dip inside your folds as you gather your slick. Your breath stutters in your chest as you rub your clit faster and harder, trying to match Taylor’s pacing as she rocks her body against Jack’s. Wet slick sounds fill the air and combine with their moans as Taylor rides Jack, their bodies making the bed rock roughly.

Sinking your fingers into your aching pussy, stretching you just slightly, you sigh happily. Your fingers could never compare to Jack’s - two of your fingers equaled one of his, and no matter how many times you tried to replicate the feeling of him inside you, it was never the same - but having something to ease the ache between your legs is a relief.

Your legs tremble slightly as you increase your pacing, rubbing furiously against your swollen aching clit as you pump two fingers inside yourself. You can feel a tight bundle knotting and twisting in your stomach, clamping down tighter and tighter as you race towards your own orgasm.

Glancing at Taylor, you watch as she stares at you with a hungry gaze as Jack fucks up into her. Taylor’s body falls roughly against Jack’s thighs as she tries to drive his cock deeper inside her, desperately working towards her release.

“Can you cum for me baby?” Jack asks, his lips trailing over her jawline.

Taylor whines, unable to answer him.

“Come on baby, answer me.”

“I - I can. Can I cum for you Daddy? Please? Lemme soak your cock.” she begs.

Jack’s arms wrap around her as he growls, and he uses his strength to hold her down as he cums inside her. Taylor’s moans and Jack’s growls fill the air as they both revel in their highs - Jack filling Taylor with his cum completely as Taylor clamps down tightly around him, her cum gushing out of her and running down his cock before dribbling over his balls.

Your orgasm washes over you before you know it, and a high pitched but soft whine leaves your swollen lips as you cum around your own fingers, your cum soaking into your panties. Your eyes connect with Jack’s as you come down from your high, and you can’t even enjoy the feeling of getting to cum before you realize your mistake - you’d been too loud.

“Honey,” Jack sighs in a disappointed but satisfied voice, “can’t you wait your fucking turn?” He sighs again as he stares at you and the mess you’ve made of your panties.

“If you wanna cum so badly, then you’re gonna have to work for it.” Jack growls.

Jack’s hand travels over Taylor’s arm before sliding down her back, where he cups her ass, and kneads the flesh beneath his fingers. He shakes his head disapprovingly as you pull your hand from between your legs, and stare at him with scared and innocent eyes. “Taylor and I are gonna have to punish you now babygirl. You didn’t follow the rules of your punishment.”

Jack swats Taylor’s ass, nodding with his head for her to get off the bed, and he follows suit. When the two of them are standing, he wraps his arms around her, and hungrily kisses her, moaning against her mouth. Jack could see how a man could get addicted to her - she was sinful like the devil himself.

“Taylor, baby, go into the closet and on the top shelf is something I need you to grab for me. Can you do that for me?” he asks her when he pulls away and draws in fresh air.

“Of course I can do that for you Daddy,” she quickly agrees, looking over her shoulder at the door leading to his walk in closet.

When she walks away, Jack turns to you, his eyes dark and hungry. “Now, Princess…”

He moves to the end of the bed, and roughly grabs your hips. His hands move across your skin, ripping and tugging at the lingerie clinging to your body, tearing off yet another brand new set . When you are semi-bare before him, Jack wastes no time in groping your breasts before dipping his head down to suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth. Your back arches as you shakily inhale, trying to get more of his warm mouth on your skin. His mouth leaves your breast as one of his hands grabs your wrist and brings it towards his mouth. His tongue laps over the fingers you came on, and drinks down the taste of your arousal.

Taylor reappears by Jack’s side with a long box in her hand. Jack’s mouth and hands leave your body just as quickly as they appeared. You whine at the loss of his touch, but shut your mouth when Jack sends you a warning glare.

“Here Daddy.” she purrs.

“Thank you baby.” Jack says as he takes the box from Taylor and presses a kiss to her cheek.

"Now this was for your birthday…” he said, regarding you again. “Yeah I remember that kinky little fantasy of yours...but I think this is going to be put to better use tonight." Jack explains as he opens up the box, and reveals what’s inside.

It’s almost comical the way your eyes widen and your mouth drops open when you realize what Jack holds in his hand. Taylor smiles coyly at your reaction, buzzing with excitement as she takes the packaging from him. She pulls out the harness and slides it over her legs as she steps into it adjusting the buckle so it sits snugly against her hips.

“Now babygirl, this here is the Royal Mustang, and from the way you’re lookin’ at it… I think you want it.” Jack teases you. Taylor’s hand wraps around the dildo, and takes it from Jack’s grasp. Her eyes lock onto yours as your eyes follow the strap on, and she licks a long, broad stripe up the fake cock before sucking on the tip just slightly, covering the silicon in her saliva.

“Oh my god.” you breathe out.

“God can’t help you honey.” Jack tells you.

“How do you want us Daddy?” Taylor asks Jack. He looks away from you and wets his lips when he sees the strap connected to the harness she wears.

“Damn you look good.” Jack breaths out. “Taylor, baby, you’re gonna fuck our little angel until she cums on that toy. And then I’m gonna fuck her before she has anytime to recover.”

Taylor leans in and presses her lips against Jack’s before pulling away with a satisfied smile. “I like the way you think Daddy. Can I fuck her however I want?”

Your eyes dart back and forth as you watch them discuss what they’re going to do to you, like you’re not even here. A wave of arousal runs down your spine and pools between your legs at the thought of both of them fucking you silly. You’re a little nervous that your body might not be able to handle both of them with no recovery time, but you’re also excited and eager to get started. If this was your punishment for being a brat - especially when a friend joined you - then you were going to have to disobey the rules more often.

“Turn around Honeybee.” Taylor orders you, a more dominant side of her coming out to play. Your pussy clenches at her tone, and at her words, and you blink stupidly at her for a moment.

“Turn. Around.” she orders you again. You flip your body over, resting your weight evenly across your knees and elbows. You feel her settle behind you, the tip of the strap on rubbing through your slick folds, roughly bumping against your clit with each teasing rock of her hips. Your head drops down against the sheets as Taylor presses the head of the toy against your entrance, and slowly - oh so fucking slowly - breaks you open.

You can’t stop the wanton cry that leaves you lips, and is muffled by the sheets below you. Taylor’s hands grip your hips, and run over the curve of your ass, before roughly pulling you flush against her hips, driving the toy deeper inside you. The Royal Mustang stretches you in ways Jack doesn’t, and it makes you pant heavily beneath Taylor. Her hands roam across your skin, and she moans when her hands snake to the front of your body where her fingers brush against your hot and swollen clit.

“That’s it Taylor, get her nice and ready for me.” Jack purrs somewhere behind you. You can’t quite tell where he is in the room, but you can’t quite bring yourself to care either.

You can feel yourself clenching down tightly around the toy as Taylor continues to rock her hips to your ass, refusing to draw the toy out of your pussy more than a few inches. Her fingers rub against your clit in tight circles, and you’re surprised at just how quickly your body reacts to the things she does to you, in the few short minutes she’s been inside you.

You were getting close, the need for release building inside you more and more, until you were rocking your ass back against Taylor’s thighs, trying to chase and reach your release sooner rather than later. Taylor’s fingers press a little harder against your clit, and suddenly your orgasm blindsides you.

You cry out, the sound you made echoes loudly around the room. Your legs shake as Taylor pulls away from you, but you have no time to catch your breath before Jack takes her place. He grips his cock, and runs it through your cum soaked folds, enjoying the way your warmth coates his length. He bumps against your clit one or twice before sinking inside of you.

Your head drops against the sheets again as he bottoms out and gives you a second to adjust to his incredible size. Jack groans behind you, and digs his hands into your hips, trying to drive himself just a little bit deeper inside of you.

“You’re so very wet baby. So full of your cum. I can feel it, thick and hot around me.” Jack remarks in a grunt. He pulls outwards and begins to drive into you at an almost brutal pace.

You whine aloud like you’re slowly being slaughtered when he hits your cervix, and you’re certain you can see stars behind your closed eyes. Jack’s eyes are focused on your pussy and how it swallows his cock with such ease thanks to the orgasm you wrongfully gave yourself and the one Taylor took from you. Along with his own release and Taylor’s cum, the way he’s able to slide in and out of you so easily nearly makes his brain short circuit. Jack closes his eyes and grits his teeth - if he looks any longer at the sight below him, he’ll cum too soon. Jack fucks into you for a moment, before slowing his pace until he stops, completely sheathed inside your wet, tight heat.

“Taylor, toss that toy in the sink in the bathroom, and then lay down in front of our little angel. She’s gonna make you cum again before she gets to.” Jack demands.

“Don’t you wanna cum Daddy?” Taylor asks from behind you. You can hear the clink of the harness being adjusted as Taylor shimmies out of it.

“Oh I’ll cum darlin,” he reassures her. You hear her feet pad across the floor towards the bathroom, and a second later Jack thrusts into you. “Right.” another thrust nearly makes you fall forwards on the bed, losing your balance. “Here.”

Your pussy clamps down on him tightly at his words, and what they imply. You will never get enough of him cumming inside you, filling you up with his cock and his cum, of him making you feel full and completely satisfied like no one has ever done before.

Taylor’s body settles in front of you, and Jack gives you time to work out how you want to eat her out. She settles against the pillows, and spreads her legs for you to settle between them. You waste no time, diving in to taste her cum and Jack’s too, savoring the way she openly cries out at your actions. Her hands grip the back of your head and tug roughly on you as you lick into her.

Jack begins thrusting into you, each forceful push forwards, sends your face and tongue a little deeper into Taylor’s pussy. You rest all of your upper body weight on one arm, and bring the other upwards, before sinking two fingers inside Taylor. She gasps and moans loudly as your fingers press against her walls, searching blindly for that sweet spot that will get her to cum.

As soon as you find it, she cries out, and you can feel her clamp down on your fingers as her cum gushes from her pussy and runs down your fingers and onto your hand.

Jack slaps your ass, once and then twice as he fucks into you, his hand landing firm against your flesh. The sharp slaps he gives you makes your flesh sting, a few tears escape you, your mascara running down your face just the way Jack liked.

Leaning down, Jack snakes a hand around your torso like Taylor had done earlier, and furiously rubs your clit.

“Be a good girl and cum for me. Cum all over this cock and show me how sorry you are.”

Your head swims as your body gets completely lost in your pleasure. Your orgasm sweeps through you, the feeling so powerful it feels like you’re no longer in control of your body. Jack’s thrusts slow down as he cums deep inside you, coating your walls with his seed. You can feel it in your chest, the unending spurts of his hot, thick cum filling you completely.

You collapse on the bed when Jack pulls out of you, and you’re certain the two of them had fucked you to within an inch of your life. You know you’ll be sore tomorrow when you wake up. Sore and very hungry.

Jack watched the two of you lay panting on the bed, clinging together as your bodies shook from the aftershocks of your orgasms. He wants nothing more than to join you on the bed, collapse and cling to the two of you, but he had a job to do.

He had never been quite so harsh with you, sure he had been pretty physical with you when you had been a brat before, times like that usually ended up with a spanking or some other physical punishment, but he could tell this time you were much more emotionally raw from the experience, having him ignore you in favor for your friend may have been all part of the fun, but he knew you well enough now to know you needed his reassurance and care after such an intense physical and emotional session.

He began by making sure you were both comfortable, gently pulling off the remaining fabric the two of you wore, Taylor’s fancy straps and stockings were removed and the tattered pieces you still had clinging to your form followed.

Carefully he lifted Taylor up, ignoring the slight twinge in his back, humming to her when she snuggled up in his embrace, and carried her back up the bed to lay her down properly.

He repeated the action with you, depositing you gently on the other side of the bed, kissing your cheek as you mewled in protest of being moved.

“Shhh Honey bee,” he soothed. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

He dashed to his ensuite to gather two warm wash clothes ready to clean you both up the way he did with you every time you played with him.

Taylor purred and thanked him with a kiss, considerably more alert than you were currently. He cleaned up your ruined mascara before moving to clean up the mess between your legs. Your over-sensitive body tried to wriggle from his efforts helplessly as he cleaned the cum covering your thighs and his seed that had begun leaking out of you . Gently he held you in place so he could make sure he cleaned you up enough to sleep comfortably.

“Awwww Honey Bee I know, I know , you’re so sensitive,” he soothed, brushing the hair that clung to your face from sweat out of the way with his free hand.

He kissed his way along your jaw as he cleaned you up to distract you. Once he was satisfied with that he threw the cloths into the sink, joining the toy before he sauntered back to bed. He pulled open the bedside drawer on your side, taking out the cream he keeps there just for times like this. He popped the cap and ever so gently soothed each of the slaps he had given you, he felt a pang of guilt at your pained whimper, but he knew just how much you enjoyed it, shaking off that brief feeling. The cream was shoved back into the drawer, ready to be used the next time you needed it.

It was too hot for sheets, Jack decided, the three of you were more than sufficient enough to warm each other up. Carefully he crawled into the middle of the bed, pulling your exhausted body to his side, resting your head on his chest as his arm held you protectively.

He held his other arm out to Taylor in invitation, allowing her to decide if she wanted in on the affection too, he was pleased when she rolled closer to his, mirroring your position on his other side. He gave her a quick, gentle kiss.

“Thank you very much for agreeing to this tonight Taylor, it was an absolute pleasure,” he purred into her ear. She giggled as his breath tickled her.

“You’re quite welcome, Daddy,” she hummed, snuggling into his warmth and closing her eyes. “I’ve been quite curious about the two of you for quite a while...I couldn’t quite believe her when she told me about her ‘perfect’ Daddy. But it's quite clear to me now...You’re everything she’s ever wanted.”

Jack's heart skipped a beat at her comment, he glanced over to your sleepy form, who was looking up at him with hooded, sparkling eyes.

You thought to keep them open, to bask in the afterglow the three of you were sharing for just a little longer.

“Baby girl, Honey Bee,” Jack hummed, kissing the top of your head. “You did so well, so well,” he buried his nose in your hairline, kissing you tenderly wherever he could reach. “This was the best birthday ever, thank you so much Darlin, no one’s ever gave me something quite so amazing.”

You teared up, still raw and overwhelmed by his praise.

“Really? You liked it?” Your voice cracked.

“Darlin, Honey Bee, I loved it!” he cheered softly, reassuring you. “And not just because I got to have sex with two beautiful ladies, you clearly put so much effort into surprising me and making tonight special.” He sighs in contentment, pulling you closer so your head settled in the crook of his neck, he rested his chin on the crown of your head . “You didn’t have to, but the fact that you did, just for Ole Jack, I know I say this every time Sugar but I really feel like the luckiest man in the world with you. “

You felt a few tears escape you and trailing down your cheek,onto his neck.

“I hope those are happy tears Darlin,” Jack cooked, stroking your arm tenderly.

“They are,” Taylor sang, joining Jack's affections and rubbing your back soothingly. “You make her happy. Happier than i’ve seen her in a long time.”

“Well, that goes ditto for me then,” Jack smiled, giving you another kiss to the top of your head.

“Rest up girls,” he yawned. “When we wake up, we’re ordering some real unhealthy food and snuggling on the couch with a movie till you both are feelin’ better.”

Taylor lifted her chin, about to protest, knowing her, she would insist on going home so you can Jack you have some alone time.

“Nope you’re joinin’ us too Gorgeous,” Jack cut off whatever thought she was going to say. “S’ only manners that I make sure you’re taken care of too.”

You smiled proudly, he was ever the gentleman.

“Fine, I wont complain about that” Taylor sighed,settling back down.

“Happy birthday Jack,” you purred before letting yourself drift off.

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Manager!Seijoh OIKS ROUTE

a/n: this,,,, is probably the angstiest out of the routes and i seem to only write angst for oikawa and i think its a problem

this is for @what-a-creative-username bc oikawa is their favorite seijoh boy so this is for you 🥺

and actually buckle your seatbelts bc this is my longest work and its the biggest mess ever :’) also, this is kinda all over the place soooo

anon:

- May we have an x Oikawa ending to the Manager AU?

- okaayyyy so this is a request for the manager series. please pleASE PLEASEEEEE- make a oikawa ending! 🥺 cuz he’s my favorite and all those times with him in the story feel like more than just friends

OMG IM SORRY BUT MY INNER OIKAWA SIMP THAT I NEVER KNEW WAS EVEN THERE STARTED TO PEAK THROUGH

so basically yea

as seen in a lot of the parts,

oikawa is very,,,, loving towards you

like his entire demeanor was just so different and so,,, authentic,,,, than the ones he shows to other females

maybe it was because you didnt want him in the beginning?

the moment he saw you, he did his first antics and he expected you to turn red and fluster and cutely shy away from him

yanno the works

yet you gave him a stony stare and denied him

ofc he was hurt and a little offended bc were you rejecting him?

hes never been rejected before and he prides himself for that but you just did and continued to do that

so he made it his mission to make you at least feel something for him

like the period part or his random proclamations of his love for you

he did it all

it didnt matter if it would bite him in the ass later because he was impulsive and he wanted you to show yourself being affected with his charms

because he was the FREAKING OIKAWA TOORU

ong this is like his validation that he is still a ladies man and has a charm that couldnt be resisted by anyone

he constantly told you that he loved you to see a reaction from you and he always was touching you whether it was just the shoulder or your hand

oikawa wanted to see you as his own personal cheerleader and you reacting to his affections would really bring him over the moon

this brings us here in the gym today

‘y/n-chan, do you want to go-’

‘oikawa-san, i dont trust you wanting to go on an innocent outing without any hidden intentions’

the team snickered and he pouted, eyes watering and curling at your side

‘y/n-chan, please? oikawa-san really wants to spend time with you~’

he begged and you finally looked up from the notebook and stared at him

god hes been much more annoying lately but you knew it was his way of letting out his anxiousness and nervousness for the incoming interhigh

so you decided to indulge him just this once and made a deal with him

‘the moment you try anything, even remotely romantic or flirty, i will leave’

you bargained but he gasped

‘what?! then what’s the point of-’

‘so you DO have hidden intentions, oikawa-san?’

you raised your eyebrow causing oikawa to quickly shake his head and detach from you

‘fine. none of that stuff, just hanging out, okay?’

he was still fussy but he accepted it

oikawa had a plan to take you to a cafe that just opened up and take you shopping and basically spoil you because girls like that, right?

they fall for boys who give them everything, right?

nope

so i read a study that surprisingly most girls arent into shopping apparently and they prefer to buy something themselves because apparently they feel indebt and dependent on men if they let them spoil them like that

idk about you but i would let oikawa spoil me tho

his plans were completely crushed when you argued with him for nearly 15 minutes to take half of your tab with the food

‘y/n-chan! i invited you out so i should pay! and boys have to pay!’

he complained, holding the other end of the tab envelope thingy but you pulled it back towards you

‘oikawa-san. you should never listen to societal normalities and instead listen and respect my wishes of paying for my half rather than going by the rules of males paying for females’

im sensing a bit of a bokuto and akaashi typa relationship between you two

oikawa shook his head and slightly stood up to lean over the table, his face approaching yours and you were slightly surprised by the sudden closeness causing you to lean back and be focused on getting away so your grip on the tab loosened

he grinned as he snatched it away from your grasp and quickly placed his card into the slot before running up to the cashier

your mouth was slacked and surprise was still written on your face even when he returned and oikawa held up a peace sign to try and lighten up

but your shock morphed into being upset

‘oikawa-san, listen here. you had-’

but he waved you off with a smile

‘no, you listen here, y/n-chan. oikawa-san loves you therefore he will give you everything in the world and all you have to do is sit there and point at whatever you want because my love will bring it to you~!’

you rolled your eyes

‘please stop being like that, oikawa-san. im not your girlfriend so dont act like my boyfriend’

he lightly scoffed, disguising it with a cough

‘y/n-chan, i dont think you understand. oikawa-san is telling you to be his good little girl and sit down. i dont understand why youre being so stubborn’

he growled softly

wHAT iS hE sAYinG

you shook your head in disbelief and stood up collecting your things making the brunette to also stand up in curiosity

‘y/n-chan? youre leaving already? i wanted to go see other places with you! i wanted to take you shopping!’

you halted and looked up at him through your long eyelashes

‘oikawa-san, i’d rather you save your money and rest your injuries instead’

you reasoned but he raised his hands in front of him to signify his wish for you to stop

‘but i want to be with you, y/n-chan’

he whispered and you blinked

‘i dont want you to spend a single dime for me after this. just you and me, oikawa-san, no money, just us’

he nodded eagerly

‘we can go anywhere you want! just,,, stay with me’

then he found himself in a bookstore with you

it was a quaint hole in the wall bookstore that you both found as you walked down the street and you excitedly dragged him inside, hand still laced together

the rows of shelves that contained different worlds in the pages were your serotonin

he watched you excitedly run to the fiction section and browsed through the different spines for anything special to check out

‘y/n-chan, i’ll go use the bathroom really quickly’

you nodded and oikawa kissed your temple before he left towards the restroom

your eyes flitted across the different titles and you snatched a book of poetry

oikawa hurriedly walked over back to you but he didnt find you at the place you were before

so he continued sifting through the mini hallways of shelves and then he stopped

it was so,,, domestic

seeing your bright eyes looking down at the book on your hands and the way your mouth slightly moved with the words

it was such a simple sight yet why did you look so beautiful?

the shimmering eyes that flittered when you came across a sentence you liked

the soft lips that kinda jutted out making his desire to feel it increase that he would give anything to feel on his own

you were so focused that you didnt notice him moving behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, only noticing his head resting on your shoulder

‘’come, my darling, it is never too late to begin our love again’’

he mumbled to your ear and you released one hand from the book to grasp his arms that were around your middle

‘you read poetry?’

you whispered and oikawa chuckled

‘of course. a man as romantic as I am ought to be a poet’

he reasoned and you laughed

‘yet you fail to sway me, oikawa-san’

‘no, there is a difference. you dont want my love but i know you want to be loved by me, i can assure you!’

you swiftly placed the book back on its former place and you turned around to swing your arms around his neck

‘hmm,,,, love was never something for me. especially with you boys around’

oikawa looked down to see your shorter height and he caressed your hip

‘i love you, y/n, so let me love you the way you deserve to be’

he whispered not understanding the weight of his words and you looked down to hide the growing blush on your face before burying your face into his sweater-clad chest

‘so not fair oikawa-san’

you mumbled against the fabric but he heard it and he bursted into giggles

‘ehh~~ youre not being the fair one, y/n-chan! youre make it so hard to not fall for you when youre so beautiful~!’

he whines and you rested your chin on him so you could look up at him and your pout made him squeeze you tighter

‘hah?! that doesnt make sense! im nothing but a mess of-!’

you started but was cut off when he kissed your nose and whispered:

‘but what a beautiful mess you are’

okay so i know this is the saddest one out of the routes but ive just been serving fluff so the angst is coming soon!!!!!!

once you both were finished in the bookstore, you suggested going to this hill that allowed you to see the stars clearer

‘hmm, oikawa-san, there’s this place that natsu used to take me to whenever he wanted to see the stars so i think you’d like it’

you mentioned while walking on the sidewalk

oikawa’s hand was clutching yours and you were swinging it back and forth while lightly skipping and kicking the rocks

he watched you, amused, at how child-like you were acting right now but he was also touched, knowing your knowledge of his love for space

‘sure!’

the night sky allowed the stars to light up and you both shared giggles and laughs as the two of you stumbled over your feet with no light except from above

however once you made it to the top of the hill, oikawa pulled you close to him as you huddled on a seated position

‘how’d you know i would like this, y/n-chan?’

he asked and you gave him an obvious look

‘hah? its so obvious! you keep drawing the cancer constellation on your skin and you had an astrology book in your bag that you were also reading in the bus’

your answer brought warmth inside him and he never thought you were so perceptive of him

you noticed every little thing he does and hes,,,, never had someone do that before

except for iwa and his family and team, no one knows of his little ticks and the way he becomes obsessive of a topic once he gets interested in it

you noticed it all

‘that right there, its the big dipper!’

you pointed and he followed the direction of your finger before nodding

‘yep! waaahhh its much prettier seeing it higher up than my roof!’

he exclaimed and your gaze left the constellation towards the boy beside you

‘really,, pretty’

you absentmindedly muttered yet he was sharp and heard you

‘but its different to look at something much more beautiful’

this caused you to quickly go back to looking at the stars so you missed his love-filled eyes

‘i want to name my children by constellations. so that they can keep the oikawa legacy going forever like constellations being at the sky for all eternity. or naming it after the sky! then i can make sure theyre never going away’

he said and you nodded

you kept pointing out different shapes and laughing at his funky claims of what some stars connected to and created

‘oikawa-san, lets go to the star festival later’

you offered and he in turn looked away from you, turning red at the way the small lights illuminated your face and somehow making it more,,,, angelic

so he covered it up with his own teasing

‘oh? the meeting of the two lovers?’

you dont know why but your cheeks burned at the mention of the ‘L’ word and oikawa noticed, quickly poking fun of your cheeks

‘oh, y/n-chan, dont be so shy!’

you pouted and turned away

‘never mind’

oikawa’s laugh rang throughout the space and he pulled you closer, practically sitting on his lap, while pointing out the stars and him pressing kisses to your cheeks

the intertwining of your fingers combined with the kisses made you feel as if you were floating with how free you felt

and you loved every moment of it

after that outing with your captain, you were conflicted

it wasnt the first time he’s openly said he loved you and his shower of affections have been there since the very beginning

yet how come you were just now feeling,,,,, different??

you were sure you felt an odd feeling inside you when he said your name with no usual suffix and it wasnt just the food that didnt agree with you

whenever his lips came in contact with your skin, it left blazing trails of red that spread out as far as it could

the heartbeat that quickened once he kissed your forehead at your doorstep and the grin you last saw when you closed the door

or the unknown smile that you didnt know you had on until natsu, who was visiting, pointed it out

‘darling, why are you just standing there? and why are you smiling like that? its weird, stop it’

you didnt even have the attitude to scold him and you giggled before twirling and holding his hand

‘oh, natsu~ i want to dance! and sing!’

you shouted, taking him with you and dancing around the living room

tbh natsu was very worried but he remembered you mentioning that you were meeting some guy today and it might be the reason as to why you were acting like this

he was happy

you deserved to be loved as you are and you were finally getting that love

but,,,,,,,,,

it didnt last long

albeit having a lot of fun, oikawa seemed,,,, off to you

it was,,, awkward

maybe it was because you were now aware of some type of growing attraction inside of you or every little thing he does to you could send you into shapeshifting and channeling your inner tomato

forget potato, youre now a tomato

but even his touches and affections were now limited

restricted

like the the next time you both saw each other, you shyly but happily bounded up to him and greeted him good morning

but his eyes widened, taking a step back before laughing awkwardly

‘ah ha ha, hey y/n-chan’

oikawa greeted then side-stepped to enter the gym

god you felt like you were slapped in the face

you remained frozen, staring at the spot he previously occupied and your mind was running quickly

was it because your senses were now heightened that everything made you extra sensitive?

usually, oikawa would squeal at the fact you were even greeting him this morning but he literally just walked away from you

no, you were just,,,,

overreacting

right?

yea, just,,,

overreacting

iwa noticed your downcast expression and he had a feeling it had something to do with oikawa’s off expression

you hurriedly placed your bag down and took out your notebook to start taking notes for their practice

big boy ace went up to you and placed a hand on your arm which caused you to flinch

he immediately backed off, letting go and stepping back

‘wh-hey? y/n? you okay? did something happen?’

he worriedly asked but you shook your head, not even bothering to meet his eyes

‘uh-yea. mhm, perfectly fine’

you lied and he wanted to press further but mattsun and makki called you over to check out their blocks so you ran to them

but he had a feeling you were just taking every opportunity to not answer his questions

while you were pre-occupied with the meme team, iwa marched up to oiks and tugged him around to fully talk to him

oikawa watched your interaction and he knew iwa would immediately start questioning him too

‘oi, what the hell did you do’

there was an underlying tone in his best friend’s voice that he didnt particularly like

oikawa did what he does best and plastered a smile on his face

‘hm? what do you mean, iwa-chan?’

‘what the hell do you mean what do i mean? you speak japanese dont you? so tell me what the hell happened during your date because it seems like shit happened and now youre both acting weird’

oikawa flinched at the blunt words but it was the truth

he was acting weird and this caused you to probably act weird too

god hes so dumb

but he,,, was going through stuff right now

it was a situation that he didnt want to involve you in

and,,, seeing you dancing with natsu with the biggest smile on your face through the window of your house

okay guys dont think this is weird or stalker-ish bc i actually saw this in a kdrama ages ago and i thought it was just so sweet and cute and dont take it the weird and stalker creepy way :(

it certainly brought him pain

this was what he wanted though, right?

he wanted to see a reaction from you with his antics and he wanted to see you flustered and giggling like one of his lovestruck girls

but dear god that was when he became aware of your growing feelings

oikawa even saw it before you did with the way you gave him those longing stares and small smiles and the small squeezes of his hand when he would laugh

initially, he wouldve teased you for it but then he kept quiet

this entire time he knew you, he felt,,, love,,, for you

and by god, he was so scared

he wanted to run away

because he was well aware of his personality and him as a person

he could make you smile the biggest and the happiest but he was also the type to make you feel the most pain and cause the deepest wounds on your already fragile heart

he didnt want that responsibility and burden

it was too risky

oikawa knew he was a ticking time bomb and he was afraid if you got even just a centimeter closer

you would be the one hit with the blast the most

maybe it was that sight that made him want to distance himself

it was a sight that made him realize that you deserved someone much better and that someone couldn’t be him

the happiness that danced in your eyes and the smile that decorate your beautiful face

can you imagine the irony?

the moment you notice of your growing feelings, the moment he decides to withdraw and pull away

.......

practice was,,, suffocating?

the team knew of the tension these past few days and you both def were not the same

oikawa has not said he loved you or even pestered you once and as much as the guys hated seeing it, they were getting worried

did you both fight?

what happened?

when oikawa was talking with the coach and you were grabbing something from the storage room, they immediately took this chance to pounce on iwaizumi since he was the closest to the both of you

‘oi, iwaizumi, the hell happened?’

makki asked and the others nodded, wondering the same thing

but they were surprised when he shrugged

‘dont know. stupidkawa refuses to talk and i dont want to bother y/n bc she seems,,, weird about it’

if iwaizumi didnt know, then something serious did happen

you and oikawa continued this weird eggshell walking and you even gave up after trying to ask so many times on what was wrong and only to be answered with,

‘nothing~! y/n-chan should never have to worry her pretty little head about old me~!’

that answer didnt bother you

it was his smile

the genuine smile that you were so happy to receive as it was only for you

now seems gone and replaced with his fake one as if you now became one of his fangirls

what took the cake was his appearance to practice with a girl in his arm

they were both laughing and seemed trapped in their own little bubble to even notice the team’s wide eyes and concerned looks to you

you didnt even notice your teary eyes until mattsun quite literally picked you up and shouted he wanted to help you fill up the water bottles

he placed you outside, sitting on a bench by the gym

you were biting your lip and staring at the ground while he was leaning back and looking at the sky

‘the sky is very pretty today’

he complimented but it wasnt heard by you

you only came back to reality when he nudged you gently and you shot him a crooked smile but he sighed at the look of hurt written all over your face

‘oh, y/n, i am getting increasingly worried for our generation. theres so many sad eyes on happy faces’

he tutted and returned to gazing back up to the clouds

you scrunched your nose and scoffed

‘i dont understand you, mattsun-san’

you mumbled and fiddled with your fingers

mattsukawa issei shook his head and pointed above

‘y/n-chan, our eyes enables us to identify beauty and we have the urge to immediately capture it to remember that we did find something beautiful. yet, we feel hopeless as we cant to put the beauty on paper because we are only given one crayon to draw the sunset’

it felt all muddled

there was no sense in his words and you were sniffed, trying to understand

‘mattsun-san, did you eat any more of those candy makki-san bought from that one guy?’

he bursted into laughter and you couldnt help but quirk your lip at the sound of his joy

‘who knows? taka is my boy and i trust him so if he gave it to me, then,,,, it cant be that bad, right?’

you blanched

‘mattsun-san! im not about to go pick you up from the er again just because makki-san dared you to do something!’

mattsun finally wandered his eyes over to you and he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear

‘thats the thing with you, y/n-chan. youre quick to love others but you lose pieces of yourself in the process. i have no right to tell you who deserves it but please ask yourself, is that sacrifice worth it?’

you knew he wasnt talking about your love for the team

but for the love for a certain setter that didnt go unnoticed by the middle blocker

leave it to mattsun to make you laugh and you were letting out your last giggles as you stepped into the gym

oikawa stopped talking and focused on the two of you,

more specifically,

you

he watched as you laughed and swatted mattsun’s elbow as he jokingly made fun of your height by resting his arm on top of your head

yes this was what it was supposed to be

you deserved someone who could make you smile and only smile

he doesnt even hesitate but even imagine the tears that would fill those beautiful eyes and he knows it would all be his fault

he will stop that from happening way before it would occur

he will do anything to make sure you will never cry because of him so he will distance himself and now, he gives up

it could just be his stress and insecurities talking but he knows right now,

he wants you away from him

oikawa tooru, the boy who could get anyone he wants, couldn’t get the girl he wishes for the most

dear god was it laughable

after practice was finished,

you quietly and quickly packed up the nets and picked up the balls to get yourself out of there

these past few days made you feel so much confusion that it hurts

if there was anything worse than him not talking to you,

it was not knowing why

that curiosity and desperate need for answers creates wild and self-destructive theories

did you chew too loudly when you ate?

were you boring and not as fun as the others?

was he angry and humiliated of his pride as a man when you scolded him for paying for you?

has he gotten tired of you now that he knows who you really are?

that last question suddenly created a new set of tears to appear

throughout the day, you were so composed and distracted yourself with the lectures of your teachers and not anything of why this certain brunette was avoiding you

but a single insecure question made that wall crumble and you hurriedly shoved the trolley of balls into the storage room and grabbed your bag before rushing out of there

you sniffled and hurriedly walked home so you could go and cry on your bed in peace

but ofc

hiroshi natsu exists so ofc he distracted you when you entered the house with a red puffy face

quietly, he led you to the couch and he wordlessly grabbed a tissue box from the coffee table to dab away the tears

you sniffled and clenched your fists to will yourself to stop these dumb salty water drops

‘i cant tell you its going to be okay because i dont want you to cling on to false hope. but i know it hurts. its worse that of all people, oikawa tooru had to be your first ever crush’

he chuckled

you took a shaky breath and wiped your face

‘this was why i shouldnt have liked him. god! all we did was eat dinner and look at the stupid fcking sky! thats it! so why-! why do i suddenly like him?! AM I THAT DESPERATE?!’

you wailed and blew your nose while natsu patted your back

‘i mean,,, to others it sounds like youre easy to sway’

you looked up from the tissue to glare at him but he continued

‘but to me,,,, it sounds like it was just the last push you needed to finally see oikawa tooru in that way’

you nodded, laughing weakly

‘i dont know why im acting like a lunatic like this. hes just a crush anyway so it’ll probably fade in a day or two so bear with me until then, kay?’

but his grim shake of his head gave you no hope

‘rather than fade, it will grow. and i might have to bear with this for the rest of our lives. now you be a bad bitch and sit there and look fine as hell while i go order 10 boxes of pizza and load up teen moms’

the impromptu movie night distracted you a little bit from it all but you still couldn’t help but think about it

GOD WHY WAS NATSU SO DRAMATIC?!

BECAUSE OF THAT IDIOT YOU ARE NOW SITTING IN CLASS, BAGS UNDER YOUR EYES, AND BREAKING YOUR PENCILS IN HALF

all you have to do is make sure you think of oikawa doing something disgusting to make that attraction fade away

oikawa licking his toes

oikawa licking his-

‘y/n?’

you snapped out of your daydream when kunimi reached out to you

kindaichi, who came over for lunch, and him were staring at you in concern and they shared a look

‘y/n, something must’ve happened that day with captain’

kunimi started but kindaichi snapped

‘see?! this is why we shouldve never let you go! the first time you go with him and now youre a mess! tell us! did he force himself on you?! did he-?!’

you stopped the onion top boy with a forced smile and a squeeze on the arm

‘o-oikawa-san would never do that, kindaichi. hes better than that’

‘but clearly not because look at you!’

he shouted and you flinched

kunimi hurriedly knocked him to the floor

‘get ahold of yourself, kindaichi’

he mumbled and you stood up and walked to the bathroom at the west wing that nobody uses so you could freely cry without any suspicion

was it obvious?

was it clear that you have been a mess after a week of being ignored by oikawa?

nah, youre just being a dramatic little shit

youre sticking to your word of quickly forgetting about the whole ordeal

but you definitely cant if your nightmare was happening before your eyes

as you approached the bathroom from the end of the hallway,

you saw an unknown girl but an all too familiar boy giggling and rushing to get inside the bathroom

and for good measure, oikawa looked around to make sure no one was there but then he saw you

despite the distance between you, he could see your glistening eyes from the sunlight that seeped in from the big windows

he saw the way your hand trembled and your eyes twitched when haruna poked her head out to see why he was still outside

‘oikawa-senpai~~’

she drawled out and reached a manicured nail to his wrist

your eyes followed her touch and then you and the boy shared eye contact

through the watery eyes, he could clearly make out your silent plead

please dont go to her

please

stay with me

dont go

but he went in anyways

------

that was the moment you forced yourself to not think about him anymore

as if you werent even working your hardest lately, you will work your hardest now

everything between you and him was now strictly professional as practice that day signified the very first day of your moving on stage

you couldnt believe these past 2 weeks has been a real nightmare yet you were slowly waking up from it

there was nothing you could do about it bc oikawa obviously didnt mean anything he said to you and maybe thats what ticked you off the most

you were easily led on

he blindly tugged you along the moment you saw his smile

he definitely thought of you as just as a game and when he finally got tired and bored, he dropped you and went to another

kunimi and kindaichi noticed the coldness of your eyes and the stoic expression on your face and they were genuinely terrified of you so they didnt want to ask any questions

even with packing up, you aggeressively shoved everything in your bag and the blep boy finally gained the courage and nervously tapped his finger on your desk to gain your attention

you swiftly dropped in your pencil case and looked at him

‘what’

he flinched at the cold tone and his eyes showed concern

‘uh-i-are you okay?’

he slowly asked and you visibly clenched your jaw but you nodded anyways

‘never better’

you didnt bother waiting for him to finish packing up and even passed kindaichi by the door as you were walking towards the girl’s locker room to change into your manager outfit

your entrance to the gym made the noise die down and you noticed the third years with glares on and aggressively practicing

‘whats wrong with all of you’

you asked and iwa scoffed before shaking his head and opening his arm

‘cmere. i missed you’

he said and ngl you were a little confused bc this wasnt something iwa usually did but you still stuck to his side

‘why-’

‘he told me what happened’

iwa whispered and you stiffened in his arms

‘w-what?’

iwaizumi flung the boy to his own bedroom wall

he huffed, panting at both the weight of oikawa tooru and the intense anger that burned through his veins

‘you-you are a piece of shit!’

he shouted and he moved to grab oikawa’s collar and lifted him so the brunette could see the fire and disgust present in his olive eyes

‘you think i didnt see what the hell you did? fcking leaving y/n sobbing as you-you-! AGH!’

iwaizumi couldnt even finish his sentence as he was so angry that he harshly sent oikawa flying back down to his floor

oikawa was crying

not from the beating

but from his regrets

god he knew he messed up

he shouldnt have done it

but he did

iwa ran his hands through his hair and angrily sat on his best friend’s bed, eyes shooting daggers at oikawa

‘right now. tell me the truth right fcking now or so help me god’

he hissed

oikawa tooru shuffled closer to the wall and brought his knees up to his chest

‘im so scared’

he sobbed

‘im so scared, iwa-chan’

his tears were pouring down and he brought a hand to muffle his cries

‘i-i just w-wanted to-to see something out of her. li-like a reaction! because she wasnt like th-the others! but instead i fell in love! me! and she did too!’

he pointed and quickly stood up, pacing and gripping his hair

‘it was all just for fun! she-she knows im like that! yet she still fell in love with me!’

‘how could you tell she-’

‘BECAUSE OF HER EYES!’

even iwa flinched

‘HER EYES SHOWED ME LOVE! HAPPINESS! AN-AND YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DID?! WHEN SHE GOT HOME?! THROUGH HER WINDOW, I SAW HER DANCING! SO HAPPY SHE WAS DRAGGING THAT BASTARD COUSIN OF HERS AROUND! I DID THAT! I CAUSED THAT!’

there was so much confusion in this poor spiky haired boy bc he knew oikawa was in love with their manager so why is he avoiding her now even though she reciprocates those feelings?

‘im missing something here, oikawa. youre telling me, she loves you, but youre here regretting that?’

his tone of disbelief made oikawa shut his eyes in frustration

‘DONT YOU UNDERSTAND?! YOU CALL ME A PIECE OF SHIT EVERYDAY AND I KNOW THAT! I FCKING KNOW THAT IM A PIECE OF SHIT AND A FCKING BASTARD!’

he shrieked

thankfully, his family wasnt home currently to see him breakdown

‘SO WHY THE HELL DO I DESERVE A LITERAL ANGEL?! A GODDESS?! A BEAUTIFUL PERSON FOR ME?! A FCKED UP NARCISSIST EGOTISTICAL IDIOT?! AN IDIOT WHO’S TOO PRIDEFUL TO GET THE HELP HE NEEDS?! I COULD HURT HER! I COULD DESTROY HER IN A SINGLE SNAP! THE SCARIEST FACT IS I COULD DO IT WITHOUT THINKING! I COULD SAY THE WORST THINGS TO HER AND IM SO SCARED THAT I WILL HURT HER! I DONT DESERVE HER, IWA! SHE DESERVES SOME-SOMEONE LIKE YOU! AND IT HURTS TO THINK THAT BUT I DONT CARE! A-AND WHAT IF WE GET TOGETHER?! HM?! HOW LONG DO YOU THINK IT WOULD TAKE HER TILL SHE FINDS SOMEONE BETTER?! HOW MUCH CAN SHE TAKE OF GOING THROUGH EPISODES OF SOME DEPRESSED, INSECURE, PRIDEFUL ASHOLE LIKE ME?! HOW LONG DO YOU THINK SHE WOULD REALIZE HER SELF-WORTH AND KNOW HOW MUCH OF A SHITTY PERSON I AM?! I CANT-!’

iwaizumi pushed himself up from the bed and rushed to grab his best friend before forcing the brown haired boy to his chest

oikawa tooru was having a panic attack

he heaved and wheezed and loudly let out his cries and iwa made them sit on the floor where he could comfortably cry

‘youre such an idiot, tooru. but she knows that, doesn’t she? she knows who you are, what you are, how you are, your flaws, everything- she knows all that. yet she still fell for you, doesnt that tell you something? for once in your life, consider other people’s feelings before yours. y/n is one hell of a girl and i wont allow you to let her slip past you just like that. i know- we all know- how much of a broken person you are, oikawa, and it hurts us all to know that no matter what we do, we can never fix you. but y/n-gosh, y/n is the only person to even have a chance to do that. and you admitted that youre depressed and you have a problem? well,, get some help for that, oikawa. the first step to be better is by accepting the only person who can accept you for you’

iwaizumi didnt reveal to the other third years of what happened but just said that oikawa did a really terrible thing to you and hes currently repenting for it

however mattsun and makki pretended they didnt hear oikawa regretting it and focused on the fact that the captain even had the NERVE to hurt you

iwa squeezed you tightly and you returned the hug

but he whispered something in your ear

‘everyone makes mistakes, y/n. the only thing we can do is to repent for them’

you pulled away, about to ask him what hes talking about but one look from his eyes made you realize what he was talking about

he mustve known what happened but hes defending him

you clenched your jaw and looked away

‘i destroyed myself for a stupid reason and its one of my regrets. im not going to make the same mistake twice’

you quietly hissed and moved to your station by the bench to begin taking your notes

you noticed that oikawa was late for practice today and although you kinda hate him, you are still a manager first and he was one of your responsibilities

you were about to go to the coach and tell him you’d look for the setter when the gym door slid and in came the devil himself

but there was a large bruise on his cheek and a cut on his lip

your feet moved quicker than the rest of you that you were in front of him in a second

‘what happened to you’

you worriedly asked and oikawa just stared at you

his eyes shook and watered at the sight of you

this was the first time you talked to him without any coldness in your tone and he missed it

he missed hearing you

his silence made you roll your eyes and you roughly grabbed his arm before throwing him on the bench you were sitting on

the team watched, on edge of whats happening, but was put back to practice when you gave them a side-eye

your fingers opened the ointment and your kit to treat the bleeding lip and the swollen side of his face

‘youre the captain. its not wise to fight before practice and be late. youre hindering everyone else’

you coldly scolded and oikawa shrank back

‘it was iwa-chan’

he mumbled and you stopped and quirked an eyebrow

‘what? why did he-’

then you froze

iwa knew

and he beat oikawa up for it

he fought his best friend for it

and iwa didnt look fazed at all

despite being a muscle freak, iwa was very soft and his iron defiency made him prone to bruising

yet why was he so clean

it was like iwa hit oikawa but in turn, the other didnt fight back

you must stop

youre overthinking again and youre over analyzing it and youll end up at the place you were before

however

oikawa noticed the dawn of realization on your face and he shakily reached out to touch your hand

‘i,,, didnt. because i deserved it. i-’

he sniffed and you knew he would start crying right now

the last thing he wanted would be to cry in front of the others so you immediately stood up and went to the coach

‘coach, oikawa-san needs treatment that i dont currently have with me. i would need to take him to the infirmary’

he nodded and waved you off so you had the clear

oikawa flinched when you harshly grabbed his arm and pulled him up so he could follow you out the door

it was such an awkward silence between you both but you bit your lip, focusing on the fact that you were just doing this bc he was your obligation

it was like you threw him to one of the cots then you rummaged through the medicine cabinet for an extra cotton ball and a better ointment

‘i fcked up, y/n’

your movements halted and your eyes drifted down, looking at the tiled floor

‘i messed up so bad’

he hoarsely said and you could tell how much pain he was going through by the way he let out a shaky breath

‘oika-’

you made a move to turn around but he stopped you

‘no! dont look at me! just-just dont,,, i cant-i wont be able to say it if i look at you’

he cried and you nodded

oikawa leaned his forehead on his intertwined hands with his eyes on the floor before starting

‘i want to say im sorry. because everything, all of this, it all started as a game to me’

you closed your eyes tightly, tears welling up in your eyes

‘you,,, you didnt bat a single eyelash at me. you didnt try to please me, you didnt chase after me, no, you didnt see me like that. it made me,,, i dont know,,, confused,,, that girls like you even existed. it,,, not gonna lie, ticked me off and i was offended that you brushed me away so easily like i was some,, some bug on your shoulder. so,,, i wanted to see,,, and try,,, if i could make you,,, like me. and i know! i know its messed up but god y/n i swear i didnt want to hurt you. i just,,, i wanted to see if i could ever make you look at me like the way they did but it backfired. i wanted you to chase me but in the end, i ended up chasing after you. i chased and i ran without knowing that you were slowing down for me so i could catch you. that,,, that date made me realize of how,,, how perfect and beautiful you are a-and how unworthy i am to even receive anything from you. i saw how happy you were after that, dancing, twirling that poor idiot around. at first,, it made me so so proud. and so happy that i made you do that. i put those stars from the sky into your eyes and somehow you made them shine much brighter. then,,,, i got scared. i started thinking about,,, about me. and how i am. ive been trying so hard to please other people that ive lost sight of the real me and how terrible i am. and y-you! i just- y/n its so hard for me to explain all this right now- my current mental state, the pain on my face- i cant,,, but at that moment i realized that you,,, you were better off without me. youre so kind, so beautiful, so smart, you could go do so many good things in life. and im just going to hold you back. i didnt want to hurt you so i,,, chose to just cut the string now and,, we wont get hurt later. but,,, i regret it. i regret it so much, y/n. all my life,,, everyone cooed and awed at this child just because of how he looked like and,,, he got used to it. everyone wanted me because i am oikawa tooru but they didnt want the entire oikawa tooru. iwa,,, iwa hit it into my head that,,, you,, were the only one who bothered to even see that side of me’

when he finished, he looked up but gasped at the sight of you standing in front of him

fat tears were rolling down your face and you wore the angriest expression

‘i-,,,i hate you so much, oikawa tooru’

you seethed

your eyebrows were scrunched up together and your nostrils flared as you cried harder and you let out a cry

‘i hate you, i hate you, i hate you’

you chanted and oikawa saw his vision cracking

his world was now falling apart

he did the last thing he would ever do and you were now at your most pained moment

‘youre so selfish, impulsive, and terrible’

you whined and punched his shoulder at each word

‘but i love you so much. i hate you because you made me cry and made me feel so hurt but i still love you. why-why cant you stop playing your games, tooru? stop playing with me now! stop it! stop-!’

you didnt get to say anything else because he grabbed your waist and held you in his arms

it was like you didnt even weigh a thing by the way he lifted you to sit on his lap and he gently led your face to his neck

‘im so sorry’

he repeated constantly while brushing your hair and rubbing your waist

you and oikawa tooru spent an hour sitting on that bed just crying

after a while, you stopped and resulted to just hiccuping

‘youre selfish, tooru. you listened to yourself and did whatever you wanted rather than talking to me. i hate you but i,,, i love you, oikawa-san. i shouldnt say that but if i dont, im afraid you’ll go ahead and do something stupid again’

he chuckled but he squeezed you tighter

‘i dont,,, want to let you go, y/n-chan. let me be selfish a little longer and love you all to myself’

and by god did he become selfish

it took you a while to get over your defensive and guarded actions from him but you were slowly finding yourself forgiving him

YO IM SORRY BUT I WOULDVE DROPPED HIM LIKE PLEASE WHAT THE HECK Y/N REALLY REALLY LOVES THIS GUY

natsu absolutely despises him still and whenever oikawa even comes over, hes always glaring at him and oikawa would shift uncomfortably but accept it bc he deserved it

‘i didnt realize how badly i hurt you, y/n. i could never imagine you accepting me still. ill spend the rest of my life making it up to you’

he promised and you laughed

you were both lounging on your bedroom floor, mean girls playing in the background, while just staring at the ceiling

you brought your clasped hands up so you could look at it

then a goofy smile settled on your face and you turned to look at him

‘just continue loving me, oikawa-san. thats all i ask for’

then graduation came

of course the boys were all teary but oikawa seemed even more sad and he refused to look at you the whole day

you figured it could just be him being mopey over not seeing you everyday like he was able to before

then you both were walking home and he still hasnt looked at you

the silence was killing you but you just kept a tight grip on his hand and he would smile at you and kiss your hands

it still didnt wash away the odd feeling in your stomach but you would talk to him later after you gave him present

for the weekend, you were able to convince your parents to go on a beach trip at okinawa while you made natsu go over to tokyo and stay with katsuki

oikawa didnt know your family was out so he stood by your door, waiting for you to enter

you both stood there, staring at the floor, not knowing what to say

until you softly grabbed his hand

‘come in. i want,,, to talk’

you mumbled and oikawa’s eyes widened, silently panicking that you possibly found out

it was a secret not even iwaizumi knew so you couldnt have known

right?

you led him up to your room and pushed him down to sit on your bed

FLKDSJFLKDJ WHY AM I DOING THIS WHAT IS HAPPENING SOSOSOSOSOSOSOS

ALSO Y/N IS NOW 17 ON THIS YOU GUYS LIKE BLS SHES ONE OF THE OLDEST IN HER CLASS BC HER BIRTHDAY SITUATION SO SHES BEYOND THE AGE OF CONSENT IN JAPAN, RIGHT?

oikawa was confused and he watched you bite your lip and look off to the side

‘y/n-chan? why are you nervous? you said you wanted to talk?’

he asked

but you unzipped your skirt and let it drop on the floor

‘for graduating,,, and working hard for these years,,, im giving you this’

you finally met his eyes

then he knew

oikawa blanched and he quickly stood up and placed his hands on your shoulder

‘y-y/n! uh-i-are you sure? a-arent you-’

‘accept it, tooru. youre,,, my first love,,, so,,,, ill give you my other first’

KSDLFJSDKFJSDLK OKAY YALL LETS STOP THERE FOR NOW AND GO TO THE TIMESKIP OKAY?

OKAY

-----

oikawa was running in the airport

despite the shouts of civilians he accidentally pushed, he made no sign of stopping and if anything, ran faster till he reached outside

the rush of his sudden trip home was clear as he was only carrying a duffel bag full of clothing he hurriedly stuffed inside

when he met the orange ninja boy in brazil, he quickly caught up with his underclassman and got drinks to talk about japan the last 2 years of his career

they both got simple beers and some appetizer to share as they reminisced the past

hinata was excitedly talking about the reconciliation of kindaichi and kageyama and how they were still enemies on court but were now friends

‘eh~? tobio-chan making up with kin-chan? what’s next? flying sushi?’

he joked and hinata laughed

‘it was partly of your manager, oikawa-san! she helped them make up!’

the previous smile on oikawa’s face slipped at the mention of you

‘hmm,,,, she always made the impossible happen’

he mumbled and hinata nodded

‘l/n-chan became close to kageyama through kindaichi and kunimi and she would bring us food and stuff too! but only on times she wasn’t busy’

the ninja said and dipped his chip into the salsa while oikawa stared at the liquid

‘you guys must be special for her to go all the way to karasuno’

then hinata said something that caused the brunette’s ears to fall deaf to the loudness of the bar

‘it wasn’t a problem since coach ukai took care of her son’

oikawa didnt even give hinata another word when he rushed out of that bar after overcoming his shock and straight into his apartment

there were tears that blurred his vision as he shoved in shirts and pants and other necessities for a trip to japan

he argued with the front desk lady to give him a ticket to the earliest flight to japan despite her saying that it was hard to give him a seat when the plane was full

but luck seemed to pity this baby daddy as someone pulled their ticket out and he was able to take it for himself

it was the longest journey of his life and his hour long layover gave him an opportunity to call the only person he thought would even know where you were

iwaizumi

oikawa paced at the waiting lobby with his phone pressed to his ear as he listened to the ringing of his call

he bit his lip in anticipation and ran his fingers through his hair for the upteenth time until finally it was picked up

‘damn you, shittykawa, do you understand what time-’

‘iwaizumi, is y/n still in japan?’

of course his best friend was startled with the question as the setter hasnt asked him any question related to you in a few years

‘wha-how the hell am i supposed to know that? im in california, oikawa’

‘dont lie to me. she still talks to you since youre probably the godfather of my son’

he hissed and iwaizumi was now fully awake and his heartbeat was beating quite quickly

how did he figure out

‘oi, oikawa, listen to me she-’

‘please! dont!’

he shouted and didnt care if he startled anyone else around him

‘dont lie to me! of all people! you dont lie to me!’

‘why should i tell you when you were the one who up and ran? huh?’

oikawa fell silent and iwaizumi could hear his sobs through the phone

iwa sat up on his bed, leaning against the wall as he contemplated revealing this secret you begged him to keep since his best friend sounded like he was on the verge of breaking apart

poor oikawa tooru already suffered so much

‘i swear youre going to make me regret this. but y/n is in,,,, tokyo and,,,,, she,,,,,, didnt want you to know about,,,, about everything. well-she did want to tell you but she had her own reasons not to and,,, and its perfectly valid for her to choose whatever she wanted. and yes, i knew and yes, i am his godfather but please, oikawa, whatever you do, dont go to japan, you understand? shes still hurt by it, idiot, and shes angry and you sound angry and-’

but of course,

oikawa didnt listen and he hung up but continued his pacing but this time, tears blurring his vision

the taxi driver noticed his frazzled expression and quickly stopped in front of him

oikawa gratefully hopped in and quickly told the driver the address he forced out of iwaizumi (with great reluctance)

‘this is the last time, understand me, tooru? youve already hurt her so many times and i cant bear to see it all over again so you need to fix it. but you mess this up again, not only will you lose her, you’ll lose me too’

the old man felt sorry for the young lad and stepped on the pedal to get him to his destination in the quickest time

the apartment building was several stories tall yet the elevator ride felt like a snap when he finally arrived at the floor your apartment was supposedly on

what the real kicker was when he stood outside your door and he hesitated

would you let him in?

would you even want to see him?

would you punch him?

would you cry?

he was so worried but didnt realize that he already pushed the doorbell and a faint shout from inside made his heart jump

‘UNCLE KYOOoooo,,,,,’

the door opened and the boy’s voice went quiet, knowing this wasnt the man he was expecting and he quickly and harshly slammed the door shut to his face

oikawa was stunned

was this the right apartment?

did iwaizumi trick him?

but those thoughts were wiped away when the door opened again and a girl was softly chiding the boy before turning around with a smile to greet the person but then it fell

similar to her son, she slammed the door shut and oikawa panicked

‘y-y/n? h-hey!’

he exclaimed and with a clenched fist, he stood there

you were hyperventilating inside

how did he find you?

why is he here?

does he know?

‘mama? who’s that oji?’

the bright eyes of yozora looked up at you and you blinked, briefly seeing the man behind the door at the face of your son

you sucked in a deep breath before smiling lightly

‘yoyo-kun, can you go play with dino-kun while mama and oji talk?’

yozora blinked back up at you before shrugging and nodding and running off to your shared room

once he was gone, you quickly composed yourself and opened the door again, shocked to see oikawa already half-way down the hallway to the elevator

‘would you like some tea before you go?’

you called out and he stopped, almost giving himself whiplash at how fast he turned his head

it was like his instincts took over when your voice started speaking to him

as if he was 18 again, oikawa found himself trailing after your voice and you nervously led him inside

his eyes were moving really fast as if he wanted to quickly soak it all in before it would disappear

this was where you lived

with your son

who was his son too

there was a picture by the door of you and the little boy from earlier

it was at the planetarium nearby and tooru’s heart bloomed at the sparkle in that child’s eyes

jesus, he was beautiful

‘yozora. thats his name’

you said, noticing him staring at the picture

KDFLJSDKFSD PRINCE NOCTIS LUCIS CAELUM BABIESSS!!!

‘night sky’

oikawa whispered

the teapot was still hot and you were able to pour him a cup so you both sat on the dining table where he sat across from you

‘n-nice place’

he stuttered out

you nodded, tracing the rim of your own cup

‘its natsu’s and katsuki’s actually. my parents kicked me out so they offered to let me stay with them’

you reasoned, not meaning to sound cold but it came out as if you were being passive agressive

‘o-oh? ho-how is he-’

‘oikawa-san, what are you doing here?’

he visibly flinched

calling him by his last name stung since you called him ‘tooru’ the whole relationship so returning to his surname is your way of cutting off the whole thing

‘i,,, i found out. a few days ago. from shoyo. he told me their coach looked after yozora and,,, i knew he is,,, mine’

you let out a humorless chuckle

a scoff

then you looked up to meet his gaze, oikawa gulping at the hardness in your eyes

‘what makes you think so? what makes you think that i wasnt angry and spiteful enough to give myself to someone else so they could have what the great oikawa tooru had? what makes you think that i would remain loyal to you despite you just running off to the other side of the fcking world without a word? hm? oikawa-san? what.makes.you.think.so?’

out of guilt, he broke the stare to his own steaming cup of green tea

‘nothing’

you whispered

he shakingly sighed and you could tell he was about to cry

but you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms

‘go ahead and cry, oikawa-san. im used to temper tantrums. i have a son for god’s sake’

‘you would never do that to me, y/n. you promised that you would always love me and only me and i know you take promises to your grave’

he reasoned but it sounded like it was him convincing himself

the dry laugh you let out made him fidget

‘and you promised that you would always talk to me and communicate. yours is a much lighter and easier promise than mine yet you get to break it and i can’t? no, oikawa-san. to me, its like that year never even happened’

you were now just trying to rile him up due to your anger towards him

you shouldve let him walk to the elevator and leave and never come back

but you still invited him in anyways

oikawa snapped his head up

‘you cant say that or mean it, y/n. that boy over there, hes a reminder of me. he looks exactly like me so you cant ever forget what we have’

‘what he had. it was simply the past, years ago, and everything has changed since then. dont you dare try to dig up buried secrets, oikawa’

‘but why did you keep him from me?’

he pleaded, desperate for any answer as to why

‘i had every right. the moment you boarded that plane, he no longer was yours. you left, i stayed, and you cant just come back here and-’

‘mama?’

a small voice from the corner halted your loud voice and you and tooru looked at him

oikawa yozora was exactly like his father

from his loud and obnoxious personality to even the brown hair and brown eyes

KFDSLJFKDS REMEMBER THAT KID FROM OLD UKAI’S VOLLEYBALL CLUB?! THATS WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE!!

he looked absolutely nothing like you and people even get confused when you say hes your son

um maam i think hes my son since he came out of me

so oikawa was right

yozora was your daily reminder of the mistakes of your youth but he was anything but that as he is the greatest thing to ever happen to you

yozora became your light when you fell into depression after oikawa ran away

sure, your parents absolutely loathed poor child as he is a child of a child

but you kept him because he means the world to you

and the world he holds are in his eyes

‘i,, i heard yelling,,, and,,, thought mama and oji were sad,,, so,,, i bring my,,, star book because,,, it makes me happy,,, and i think,,, mama and oji will,,, be happy too’

he mumbled out and you smiled at him before moving to go to him but oikawa stopped you

his eyes begged you and you glared at him, deciding to withdraw

if he decides to do anything, you could always knee him between the legs

he slowly approached yozo and kneeled down to reach eye-level

‘hello, my name is oikawa tooru’

he softly introduced himself and yozora just stared at him

‘you oikawa too? but i oikawa! mama is he me?!’

yozora shouted and you giggled, running to take him into your arms

‘oh, darling, how curious you are. oji isnt you, baby. he just,,, has the same last name as you. like mama has hers but you have,,, oji’s’

your eyes drifted to oikawa but he remained on the floor, staring at the spot where yozo stood on

you kept his last name

you listened to him from that night at the hill by naming his son after the night sky

my god, you are so,,,

‘--the book. oji? do you?’

he was brought back to reality when your son was now back on the floor and poking his shoulder

tooru blinked and looked at him

‘huh?’

‘i ask if you want to read my book with me, oji. mama say she happy but you still sad so my book make you happy’

not even an hour of meeting him, oikawa tooru already loves him

the volleyball player nodded and yozora offered a tiny hand to which he accepted

‘this way. mama say to read so she make food. i like food, do you like food, oji? i like food. i like milk bread. mama say papa like it so i like what papa like. i want papa to come home. sit there’

tooru’s heart beat faster every word his child uttered and it even went faster when he saw yozo struggle to get up on the couch

the pair of big hands that brought him on the cushion made him happily sigh then uttered a small ‘thank you’

‘my mama say that my papa give me my book and say to take care of it until he come back. and she say he come back when im a master of space! so i study and read my book every day and know all so papa can hurry home!’

tooru didnt even notice tears falling down his face until yozo blinked up at him with his small hands grasping his cheeks to wipe it off

‘why you cry, oji? no sad! no sad! here! i read my book so you not cry’

he babbled and quickly pried the book open and read out the words on the page, not realizing he was saying most of it wrong

that book was oikawa’s

the book that he read all the time in the bus and now, it was passed on to his son

you leaned against the wall and gasped at the sight of yozo just babbling and oikawa crying

‘yoyo-kun? what did you do to tooru?’

you fussed and sat down next to oikawa

yozo worriedly looked at him and now his own eyes were watering and soon enough, you have 2 boys crying in your living room

GURL IM SORRY BUT I WOULDA KICKED OUT OIKAWA LIKE NOT EVEN OFFER HIM TEA OR ANYTHING IM SORRY IM TIRED AND IDK WHATS GOING ON

‘a-ah, y-yozo! yozo-kun! oji is,,, just,,, uh,, sad because,, because pluto isnt a planet anymore!’

yozo sniffled and he went closer to oikawa

‘me too, oji. yoyo sad too because pluto is just small. other planet are onii-chan and onee-chan but pluto is baby so they not like him’

he rambled and oikawa pulled him closer

‘mama, can we keep oji? nana-san and katsu-san will like him! promise!’

you couldnt even believe what was going on right now

not only did your baby daddy ex-boyfriend suddenly pop up, your son was now wanting to keep him

you made a move to of course deny his request but oikawa opened his mouth first

‘yozora-kun, of course you could keep me. im your papa, after all’

OKAY THAT WAS IT

YOU DID NOT WANT HIM TO SAY THAT TO YOZORA

out of shock, you slapped him across the face

causing yanno what happened

oikawa screamed

a/n: yoooooo SO LIKE THIS IS RIDICULOUS LIKE THIS IS BOOTY IM SORRY BUT THIS IS ALSO IN MY GOING TO EDIT LIST AND I CHOSE THIS OUT OF MY 10 OTHER VERSIONS OF THIS ROUTE AND I MAY OR MAY NOT RELEASE ANOTHER ONE JUST TO MAKE UP FOR IT. but try not to let this flop 🥺 👉👈

ALSO CHI THAT K+Y AND THE T+Y IS ON THE WORKS RN AND IM LIKE HALF WAY DONE SO I MIGHT RELEASE THEM BOTH AT THE SAME TIME

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cheeriecherry · 4 years

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Ty for answering that -w- I wanted to make sure of your comfort zones before I asked this. What are your HC for when some of our favorite UA teachers realize they have a thing for a student (who they may or may not have realized have a crush on them back)

Ofc! I should make an official list of thing I’m comfy writing/uncomfy writing <:3c

Anyhoo! I’m assuming our fav teachers are the same, but in case not, this post includes Aizawa, Yamada, and Yagi!

Warnings: Depictions of student x teacher! This is a work of fiction, and in no way represents how I feel about the matter irl. Please read at your own discretion.

AIZAWA SHOUTA|ERASERHEAD

-He has an ‘oh fuck’ moment XD

-At first you were just one of his most tolerable students; kind, hardworking, level headed. He sees a lot of potential in you, so he does his best to train you well.

-You have a habit of always wishing him a good afternoon when class is over and you’re headed out the door. He keeps a straight face, but deep down he finds it charming that you always take the time to say goodbye.

-Probably doesn’t realize how deep his feelings for you actually run until you’re older, maybe a second or third year. You come back to his classroom after summer break, and the moment you walk in the door, laughing with a few friends, his heart clenches in his chest. It fucks him up for the rest of the lesson.

-I think he’d let it stew for a while, anger and shame pressing at the back of his mind. Every day he sees you he falls deeper, whether you’re laughing and smiling with friends, or concentrating hard while studying, or even just meandering around the campus. Everything about you draws him in.

-He’d never act on his feelings, not while you’re a student. Besides the fact that he could lose his job if you got caught, he wouldn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize your future. He cares about you too much, and you’ve worked too hard to have it ruined.

-Until he notices you staring at him in class. The moment he catches your eye, you look away and pretend to be interested in something else, but that specific moment sticks out in his mind. It’s the first of many.

-Sometimes you fluster when you get caught looking at him, other times you’re so lost in thought that you don’t even realize he figured you out. It’s usually when you’re daydreaming that Aizawa gets a good look at you; pretty features, soft skin, cute lips wrapped around the end of your pencil as you think about him-

-The moment the bell sings and everyone starts leaving for the day, he beckons you over. Probably sprouts some kind of nonsense about how you’re distracted in class, and how you need to pay more attention or your grades will start to suffer. It’s complete bullshit, but coming from him it sounds serious.

-At least, it would to anyone else but you.

-You sit on the edge of his desk, leaning back casually and swinging your legs, and you look at him in a way that almost makes him feel like prey.

- “If my grades suffer, you could always give me some extra credit~” you say with a coy smile.

He’s deadpan as always when he replies, “Your grades haven’t dipped. Not yet, at least. This is a warning, Y/N.”

You pout a little, and sigh. You’re obviously dejected about something, but he’s got no idea why you’d be sad about having good grades...

“Pity,” you mumble, “a private tutoring session could have been fun.”

-You slide off his desk and make your way towards the door, and only then does it click for him. You like him, the same way he likes you.

-He calls out to you right before you slide the door open, and motions you back over. You huff and do as he says, and move to sit back on his desk, but just as you’re getting settled, he reaches forward and pulls you into his lap. It feels a little awkward at first, while you squirm and get comfortable, but once you find a good seat it’s actually pretty comfortable.

-You’ve got an arm tossed over his shoulders, and you’re leaning against his chest with your face tucked up by his neck. He resists a shudder at the feeling of your warm breath against his skin, instead looping an arm around your waist to keep you steady.

- “You’ve been flirting with me,” he says, and it’s not a question.

He can feel a smile break out across your face, before your lips press tenderly against his throat. “I have been for the past eight months, but thanks for noticing.”

He deadpans and pinches your thigh gently, earning a muffled squeak from you, a noise he decides he likes very much.

-But the overall question looms over him. What to do now? He didn’t want to put your future at risk, not to simply sate his own desires. He loved you too much to do that to you.

- “We can’t do this,” he says, and he feels you freeze against him. “Not yet, at least.” He feels you relax.

“I figured as much,” you grumble, but there’s no malice in your tone. “I’m gonna wait for you, you know that, right? The moment I graduate, I’m jumping you. I see the way you look at me when you think no one’s watching; you want me just as much as I want you.”

-He doesn’t deny it, simply holds you tighter.

-You smile softly and take his face in your hands. “If it’s gonna be a while until we can do this again, then...a kiss for the road?”

-It’s sweet, and warm, and a little bit desperate. It’s been a long time since he’s had anyone with him like this, and you’re spectacularly warm and pliant. It’s not a kiss he’ll soon forget, and will only serve to make you both yearn for more, but it’s worth it to feel your lips against his.

-You keep things on the down low after that, sneaking conversations here and there and whenever you can. He gives you his phone number in case you ever need anything, but you mostly use it to send him cat memes and suggestive texts.

-He scolds you every single time, but you both know his heart isn’t in it.

-He takes you out on an official date not three days after your graduate.

YAMADA HIZASHI|PRESENT MIC

-Unlike Aizawa, he does not have an ‘oh fuck’ moment. His feelings for you culminate slowly, and he’s quite aware of them, just the same as he’s aware of your feelings.

-He notices your lingering glances, small smiles, and cheerful greetings whenever he’s around. You’re not obvious about it, not being more than friendly from everyone else’s point of view, but he’s perceptive, especially when it comes to people.

-A little piece of him hopes you get over your crush on him, so that he in turn could get over you too, but the big emotions part of his heart wants you to keep loving him in hopes that he might have you some day.

-He tries rationalizing it when he’s on his own, telling himself that he’s really not that much older than you, and that he’s seen larger age gaps, and that after you graduate you’ll just be another hero. He knows he shouldn’t be harboring such strong feelings for one of his students, which is why he doesn’t tell anyone, but he figures that as long as he doesn’t act on it then no one will get hurt.

-But it’s very hard. By the time you’re in your third year, you’re openly flirting with him. He doesn’t necessarily encourage it, but he doesn’t dissuade it either. If anyone ever questions him on the matter, he’ll say that he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings or embarrass you so it’s best to let you work through your feelings on your own.

-He absolutely plays favourites, though. He only calls on you in class when he knows you know the answer to something, and always offers helpful advice about your classes when he’s able to. Some of your classmates grumble about ‘special treatment’ but none of them take it any further than that.

-It all comes to a head one rainy afternoon when he finds you curled up under a tree, looking very, very sad. He hasn’t got anywhere to be, but even if he did, he’d still come over. You’re still his student, even on weekends, and he cares about you a lot.

-You’re surprised when the rain suddenly stops dripping on you, and you look up to find Yamada holding an umbrella over your head, while the rain starts to soak him. You scold him lightly, complaining that you’re already wet so it doesn’t matter if you don’t have an umbrella. He has none of it though, and offers a hand to you.

-He pulls you to your feet and carefully arranges the umbrella so you’re both under it, and after a couple beats of silence, he finally asks what’s got you looking so down.

-You fidget a little, chewing your lip in consideration and wringing your hands. But you’re almost a graduate, you tell yourself, so it shouldn’t matter now if he knows. You’re pretty certain he likes you back, anyways, but on the off chance he doesn’t, you can cope with a month or so of awkwardness.

-You sigh deeply, and explain to him that your classmates were teasing the shit out of your earlier, on a subject that is very near and dear to your heart. You’d had enough of their antics, so you’d left to dorms to get some fresh air, and it had started raining. You’d hoped to get some respite beneath a tree, to no avail.

-He looks you up and down quickly, just now fully realizing how soaked you were. Your clothes cling to your skin in a way he never sees you dress, and it’s a little unsettling how something so mundane gets his heart racing.

-But he pushes through, and rests a hand on your shoulder, going on about how other people’s opinions can hurt but ultimately don’t matter, and that it’s most important how you feel about yourself. He tells you that you’re deserving of kindness and respect, and praises you lightly for being his favourite student and a bright young hero.

-Less than two seconds after he finishes speaking, your lips are on his. Soft and damp, and your fingertips are cool against his jaw where you’re holding him, but he doesn’t mind. Not in the slightest. He drops the umbrella in lieu of gripping at your hips, pulling you flush against him so he can kiss you back.

-You stay there for a few moments, rain soaking further and further into your clothes as your lips mold and slide against each other. He has half a mind to push you back against the nearest surface and deepen the kiss, but he remember that you’re still in public, and you’re still his student.

-He pulls away slowly, grinning inwardly when he sees how breathless and hazy you are. He presses one last kiss against your nose, before he’s grabbing the umbrella off the ground and tugging you along.

- “That can’t happen again,” he tells you, “Not while you’re still a student here. Okay?”

You begrudgingly agree, even though you know it’s for the best. you really do love him, and you don’t want him to lose his job -or worse- over something like this.

“Understood,” you mumble sadly. “I’ll try to get over it, and I’ll stop flirting with you in class.”

-He tilts his head slightly, a questioning gesture, and gently laces his fingers with yours. Just once, out here in the rain, where no one can see.

“I said ‘while you’re a student’,” his tone is playful. “Sweetheart, the moment you graduate, I’m wining and dining you like it’s nobody’s business.”

-Your heart soars after that, and your anticipation for what’s to come makes your last month of school -and your friends’ teasing- more bearable. That, and the fact that you get to text him whenever you feel like, and how your sweet private conversations. He chides you when you get too lewd about something, either in your words or in photos you send him, and tells you to be patient.

-By the time you graduate, you’re just about ready to say fuck it and dive on him, but he beats you to the punch. After the official ceremony, he scoops you up and spins you around a couple times, asking you how it feels to be an official hero.

-You simply kiss him.

YAGI TOSHINORI|ALL MIGHT

-Most concerned out of the bunch. He’s got one hell of an image to uphold, and he never wants to put any of his students in harms way. He probably notices really early on the way his heart flutters around you, the way his stomach twists up in knots when he hears you laugh, the way it’s hard to breathe when he watches you train. Ngl, it scares him a bit.

-Having feelings like that is one thing, but having feelings like that for a student? That’s got bad news written all over it. And it’s especially bad when he realizes you don’t treat him like you do your other teachers; you’re kinder, softer, more interested in lessons.

-Sure, you could just think he was a good teacher, but he’s had many a people crushing on him over the years, so he knows the signs. You like him.

-He hides himself away from you at first, keeping you at an arms length, a curt distance, a professional ways away. He realizes that he may be coming off a little harshly towards you, often keeping any one on one time to a minimum and overlooking you in class.

-You thought he felt bad for liking you? Look how shitty he feels when he realizes he’s made you sad. The day you seek him out after class and ask him why he dislikes you so much, it feels like someone has stepped on his heart and ground it into the pavement with their heel.

-The way you hold yourself to appear smaller and less threatening, the way you avoid his gaze like you’re afraid of his judgement. He decides then and there to be honest with you. You’re almost done your second year in school, so you’re a little more mature, a little more capable of handling what he has to tell you.

-And tell you he does. He explains the way you make him happy, how he enjoys your company, how your smile warms his heart. He also tells you about the guilt he feels for looking at a student in such a way, and how he wouldn’t be offended if you never wanted to speak with him again.

-You, of course, have not been subtle about your feelings towards him. Strange as the situation is, it’s comforting to know he thinks of you the same way. You take his hand gently, marveling a little at how it dwarfs yours, and assure him that you don’t think less of him, even if he thinks you should.

-You can tell that he’s genuine and serious about having feelings for you. You’d never want to put him at risk for anything, so you quietly ask him if he’d be willing to wait for you, until you graduate. After that, you’ll no longer be his student, there’ll no longer be any risk associated with your relationship, and you can be together.

-He’s got his reservations still, but you talk about it more throughout the months, convincing him by the beginning of your third year to pursue something more after you finish school. Once that’s decided, he finds it difficult to keep you at an appropriate distance, but he does his best. From time to time he’ll keep you after class to ask how things are going, how you’re doing, etc. almost always ending with a gentle kiss on the forehead.

-From the outside, it looks like you’ve patched up whatever hole was formed between you, with only the two of you sharing knowing and longing glances across the room. He tutors you and gives you extra lessons when he’s able to, wanting to make sure you come out of this with as much skill as possible.

-The year is long and every day is more difficult that the last, but the weekend after you graduate, the two of you are curled up on his couch watching a movie after eating dinner, sharing sweet kisses and basking in each other’s presence.

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goldenshoyo · 3 years

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Golden - Bokuto Koutaro

Authors note: This is a sequel to “Falling Slowly”. The song is “Golden,” by Harry Styles (my all time fav ofc <3).

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff and a lot of angst

Part 1

Hey! -

One hundred and thirty three days have passed since you kicked Bokuto out of your apartment late after hearing him moaning her name. Taking that number and multiplying it by about five would give you the amount of times Bokuto has texted you, called you, oh and he even sent a poorly written email once too. That’s what made you reply. The broken little email, that was so clearly a desperate attempt to reach you.

“Please, just get lunch with me so I can explain. Please, ----.... I need you.”

You doubted he needed you, but that tugged at your heart. Part of you even wondered if a friend had suggested him emailing you instead of texting you a bunch like before. It was unlike him. Even the phrasing was off. He was clearly desperate. You called him and the excitement in his voice was too pure to be faked. You missed his warm tone, the joy in his words, and him. You just missed him.

“Hey!” his voice grabs your attention and you look up at him. He has dark circles under his eyes, and you wonder if he’s brushed his hair. It’s not even styled like normal. Instead sort-of flat against his head.

“Hey,” you say back without an indication of any emotion. You’re not sure what he wants. You’re not sure what you want. But, here you are at the foodcourt with him as he stands awkwardly over your table. “How have you been?”

Bokuto tried to play it off like he was okay. His laugh wasn’t the same. You knew it, but you continued to let him talk all the same.

Golden, golden, golden As I open my eyes Hold it, focus, hoping Take me back to the light -

“I miss you, like a lot.”

You bite your bottom lip hard, keeping back the swarm of emotions hitting you at once, looking down at your knees and your fingers gripping them to steady yourself in your seat. Your chest tightens, your eyes hurt, you want to run to the bathroom to throw up. However, you can’t move. It’s like the three little words have torn you apart cell by cell, stunning you. The tears hit your stiffened thighs before you realize you’re crying.

You finally move, your hand wiping the tears gathering under your eyes. “I have too,” you tell him, finally looking up.

His eyes are glassy now, too. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know,” you whisper softly. He reaches out, one hand covering your knee warming your already burning skin. “It’s okay,” you wipe the remainder of the tears with the sleeve of your shirt then take a deep breath. “I’m just sorry I couldn’t be what you needed.”

Something breaks inside of you as you finally verbalize the thoughts you’ve had for the last four and a half months. You became obsessed with a girl you never even laid eyes on beyond a few instagram pictures you’d dug up in some tagged photos with Bokuto. Everything from the way he looked at her in her photos to how he clearly kept up with her profile in the likes made your stomach turn.

Anger wasn’t the first feeling. Instead, it was the ugly jealous feeling that made you want to throw up and throw a fit. Too many nights spent with a bottle of cheap vodka and crying to your friends led to a feeling of resentment for this pretty ex-lover of Bokuto’s. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t quite place what exactly it was that made her so much better than you. Despite your friend’s affirmations that there was nothing about her that was inherently better, you couldn’t stop the intrusive thought.

“---, why would you say that?” Bokuto asks, interrupting your jumbled thoughts.

“I-” you really don’t have a reason that isn’t self depicting and pathetic. “I know you want ----. She’s everything I’m not for you. I feel stupid for even being mad at you, I would have-”

“Stop!” His voice is no longer happy, sad, or even calm. He’s irate, and you can tell from just his voice. He’s holding it back, his words sound short and clipped. Not to mention the brash tone he has now. “Don’t say that about yourself.” You look at his hands now, resting on his thighs balled up in fists. He’s losing his composure.

“Bo-” you’re interrupted by his lips pressing against yours. They move desperately, trying to get you to kiss back. You do, despite knowing it’s probably a mistake. He would just leave you again after this, and you’d be left with even more regrets.

I know you were way too bright for me I'm hopeless, broken So you wait for me in the sky Browns my skin just right -

“Can I see you again?” His smile is back now after the kiss. You want to do so much more. His body that close to yours, even for just a few seconds, has reawakened the carnal desires you had for him since the night you met him. It’s a dangerous game you’re playing now.

“I’m not someone you can use to get over ----. I don’t trust you now, you have to understand that.” You sigh standing up and shoving your phone in your pocket. “That kiss was a mistake. You shouldn’t have done it.”

“-----, please” He grabs your hand before you can walk away. “I’m not using you. I haven’t thought about her at all since you kicked me out and started ignoring me. You’re who I want. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I-” you want to take him into your arms and run your fingers through his soft hair, but you know you shouldn’t. “I’m scared of how I feel about you. I can’t go through this again.”

You're so golden You're so golden I'm out of my head And I know that you're scared Because hearts get broken -

“I’m scared too.” He tells you as you sit back down with him. His hands are a bit sweaty, but you ignore it knowing he must be nervous. He looks like a broken puppy begging you to stay. “We can figure this out together.”

His proposition is enticing, you can’t deny that. The gut feeling you have telling you to jump into his lap and let him make you feel better is nearly impossible to ignore. Your head fights with your feelings making you even more confused than you were when you agreed to see him today. You want him so badly, though. You know you’ll regret passing him by if you don’t say yes now.

However, it’s not going to be like before. A fresh start is what you need.

“Hi, Bokuto Koutarou. I’m ---- -----, nice to meet you.” You stand up and compose yourself once again. “I’m free tomorrow night. I believe you still have my number and know where I live. You can pick me up around eight.”

“What?”

“See you later!” You about face quickly before he can question you more. You know he’s confused. He isn’t going to be able to catch on to what you’re saying so easily. But he has friends, they can help him figure this out if they helped him learn to work email.

I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be alone When it ends Don't wanna let you know -

It’s nearly comical when you hear the doorbell right as the clock hits eight. You open it and see he’s really dressed for the date. He looks irresistible in his clothes: black trousers, white shirt, and an olive green jacket. You try not to stare too long, but he’s far too quiet and it allows you time to gaze.

“I got you these,” he says finally speaking, and hands you a bundle of sunflowers from behind his back. You don’t recall mentioning you liked these particular flowers to him in the short time you knew him before. How did he know they were your favorite?

“Thank you,” you smile, taking them from his hands. “Come on in,” you say, stepping to the side. “I want to get these in a vase before we go out.”

“No problem.” He seems awkward now, definitely not like he was yesterday. Or before you stopped talking. These different layers to Bokuto are interesting, and not expected. You wonder if maybe you’d been selfishly only seeing what you wanted of him and were just choosing to ignore the signs that he was struggling.

“Where are we going tonight?” Filling a vase with water you peek over your shoulder to see he’s watching you while sitting on the arm of your couch. “Should I change?”

“No!” He stands up quickly as you set the vase on the counter next to the sink. “You look perfect,” he bites his bottom lip and blushes slightly before looking away. “I was thinking we could go get some pizza and maybe check out an arcade. But if you don’t like thatwecouldtoattallygodosomething-”

“Hey! Calm down, that sounds like a lot of fun!” You interrupt his quickening speech, worried he may begin to combust if he shoved anymore words into that breath.

“Really?!” He smiles taking your hands in his. You nod and his smile somehow brightens. “Let’s go then!”

I don't wanna be alone -

As you chew on your third slice of pizza while listening to Bo talk about one of his friends who returned from Brazil recently you realize that this is your first date with him. Before you’d just went from meeting to fucking to sleep overs. Never going out or doing anything. Always just seeing each other within the confines of your apartment.

It’s nice. His laughter is so bright. His personality is so warm you wonder if it would burn your skin. Everything about him is everything you’ve ever wanted. You missed Bokuto before, but what you missed was just a shell of who you’re seeing now. Maybe the separation was good for you both? Perhaps he really did work on himself, and it seems he did it for you and not that woman whom you have held baseless resentment for.

“Ready to go to the arcade?” He asks wiping his face with a napkin and you nod dropping the crust of your pizza on the plate and following him out of the small shop.

You learn that his competitiveness is nothing to be trifled with, you realize about thirty seconds into a game of air hickey with him. A few smashed fingers, broken pucks, and lots of yelling ends up getting you both kicked out of the arcade and asked to not return.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get us kicked out!” He laughs sitting on a street bench. “We can go try and find another one if you want?”

“It’s pretty late, maybe we can do this again soon? I’d really like to see you again, Kou.” You sit beside him and rest your head on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around you and rests his head on yours.

“I’m yours any night of the week, babe.”

But I, I can feel it take a hold (I can feel it take a hold) I can feel you take control (I can feel you take control) Of who I am and all I've ever known Loving you's the antidote -

You told yourself you wouldn’t let him inside tonight, that things would go slow this time. However, something about his eyes when you were about to kiss him goodnight changed your mind.

Golden

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sheerfreesia007 · 3 years

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Kinktober #5

Title: Kinktober #5

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Tequila x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,065

Warnings: Massages, smut

Author Notes: Whew! This was hot for me. I wouldn’t mind having Tequila give me a massage like this! I hope you all enjoy! Also gif is from Magic Mike, you’re welcome!

Gif Credit: Google

A groan bubbled up in your throat as Tequila’s large hands dug into the muscles on your shoulders. He was straddling your legs as you lay on your stomach on top of your bed. His fingers harshly dug into the knots that developed in your muscles, your body tensed and then slowly melted underneath him.

“Fuck T, that feels so good.” You moaned out underneath him. You felt him shift down your body, his hips clearing your ass to settle right underneath it as his hands slid down from your shoulders to your middle back. When you felt him settle on your thighs the weight from his body gave you a sense of comfort almost like how a weighted blanket would feel.

His hands felt like magic as they made your muscles melt like butter on a hot piece of toast. Moaning once more you shifted your hips to settle into a more comfortable position. Your hips rose up slightly and you wiggled them back into his spread thighs when you felt something slightly dig into the bottom of your ass cheek. You furrowed your eyebrows as you shifted back once more feeling something hard dig into your ass cheek.

Tequila’s soft moan confirms what you think is happening. You feel your body instantly flush with the thought that Tequila was getting hard as he massaged your back. You shifted back once again experimentally and felt him grind into you in response.

“Baby.” He groans softly, his hands slid down to your ass cheeks and pulled them apart before grinding his hard cock in between them. You gasped softly as you felt his long hard cock drag through the crease between your ass cheeks. The feeling of his heavy long cock settling there made you squirm with desire. “Stay still baby, I'm not done with your massage.” He chastised you and you huffed softly at his words.

“Why don’t you massage my pussy with your cock too?” You suggested sarcastically without even thinking of the effect your words would have. Tequila suddenly growled low in his throat and before you could move he was yanking your black workout pants down over your ass.

“Yeah? Is that what you want?” He asks from behind you when he manages to get your pants off of you. He groans loudly when he settles back against your ass and you gasp when you feel his now naked cock sliding against your ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck yes.” You moan out when you feel his fingers toying with the thong that you’re wearing. Tequila’s thighs come to cradle your ass as his fingers pull your thong to the side, you’re panting with anticipation of his next moves.

When you feel his cock head slip into your pussy your moan is almost animalistic. The feeling of his long hard cock sliding into you is heavenly as he slides in until he can’t go any further. You’re gasping for breath as you feel stuffed full when he hovers over you digging his hands into your back muscles again.

He begins to give shallow thrusts into your pussy and you’re squirming underneath him trying to move with him but his thick thighs have you caged in and you’re not able to move much at all.

“Fuck baby, you’re already desperate for my cock. Look at you.” He husks out to you as he continues to dig his fingers into your muscles, his cock sliding into in short thrusts. “I’m gonna make you cock drunk.” He promises as his hands move down your back.

The pleasure of both the massage and his cock buried in you is making you feel so relaxed and yet aroused that you don’t know what to feel first. Your muscles are relaxing as your pussy is throbbing around him wanting more from his cock. You whimper when his hands hit a particular knot in your lower back and he thrusts harshly up into you as your pussy clenches around him.

Tequila’s fingers dig into the knot as his hips begin to snap against your ass in a quick staccato pace. Your breath is being punched out of your lungs with his thrusts and your body has become limp on the bed. Tequila’s cock slides along your g spot and you’re suddenly wide awake as you whimper and claw at the bedsheets.

“Fuck me Tequila. Fuck me. Fuck me.” You begin to chant mindlessly as your mouth drops open and you try to thrust back onto his cock. “Please” you moan out as you feel his hands disappear from your back and land above your shoulders, his large body looming over you.

You keen loudly as his knees press down into the bed and he begins to pound into your pussy. His thighs are still caging you in but as his hips swing back you’re able to move a little bit more and you do. Eagerly thrusting your hips back towards his retreating cock you don’t let him get very far before his hips meet yours once again.

Your mouth is completely open now as sounds escape it in pleasure as he continues to fuck you into your mattress. Your head is empty of everything besides the pleasure that he’s giving you. Warmth is consuming you as you feel his thighs slapping against your ass cheeks making them giggle with his thrusts.

Suddenly your whole body tenses as your orgasm snaps within you and you’re clenching the bed sheets so tightly in your hands as the sound that escapes you is unrecognizable. Your pussy clenches around his cock like a vise and Tequila moans loudly above you before thrusting his hips upward against your ass and holding there. You start to babble as you feel his cum spurt into your waiting pussy.

It takes you a long time to come back down from your high and when you finally do you groan as you feel Tequila’s hands massaging your back once more, his cock still buried inside you.

“Gonna have to massage these knots out again, you’re all tensed up baby.” He coos at you as his hands begin again to undo the knots in your muscles. “This time we’re gonna stay just like this.” He says punctuating the last three words with thrusts from his hips making you moan into the bed as your head falls forward on the bed.

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dakarimainink · 3 years

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ICHOR

Part 2 - POV Pedro

WARNING: 18+, alcohol, desire, sexual references, hint at human harm, slight angst (I guess?)

Pairing: mafia!Pedro x OFC

Wordcount: 4.1K

Note: Not betad all mistakes are my own. Alright, I've been continuously planning on this story and concluded it will be a slow burner. Stuff will take time with this series, but I might as well put a future warning for this series: it will contain a lot of 18+ stuff, like drugs, alcohol, violence, murder, blood, sex and so on and so forth. So bear with me as we build this thing up.

Also, I appreciate you guys, you're the best 💛

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He wasn’t interested in being there that night. He had other things to tend to, especially after the Water Lilly gang had tried to stop the import of exotic cigars and whiskey. They had almost succeeded hadn’t he instructed the drivers to arm themselves two weeks in advance.

There was a reason Pedro was on top, the fearless boss no one dared to touch. He was as good at reading his surroundings and the people within it as he was staying impeccably dressed - no one outmatched him on either. Rumours quickly spread that he could see into the future, which he found amusing, but were far from the truth, he simply had a rough childhood; always looking over his shoulder and seeing the devil in the details.

It was Mr. Ruiz – the capo for south-east side of the city – who suggested the club. Pedro barely remembered putting money into the place, but then again, he didn’t really care where it went, as long as it would turn to a profit, which it did. It was Ruiz who had asked for investment in the place, back when it was an empty waste of space and turned it completely around – the most lucrative club in the city.

Pedro was lost in thoughts, trying to figure out how to get back at the Water Lilly gang for their transgression. They knew to stay off those trucks, yet their greedy disgusting little hands had reached for his goods and taken out some fine men too. He wanted to hit them hard and as he swirled the liquor around his glass, contemplating if he was to just raid their base or just take out some men in return, the crowd begun to cheer and clap.

Mr. Ruiz, who had been babbling with too much alcohol in his blood and the one person Pedro wished had shut up during his occupied mind, rose to his feet applauding. Pedro lifted his head, dragging his eyes up from the golden content of his glass to see what had made the crowd go wild. It didn’t take long though, as a mysterious caped form had stepped onto the stage. It intrigued him as he placed his glass on the table, hand still wrapped around the crystal.

He let out a long exhale when the figure reached up and pulled off the hood over its head, revealing the face of an angel, at least that’s what he thought when his eyes snapped from her plump lips to her rich brown eyes. He had never seen such beauty before and this woman on stage with this almost sad face, had pulled him into something that felt foreign yet warm.

He breathed through parted lips as her eyes wandered across the room where she met his gaze. For the first time he felt vulnerable, even though he was probably the deadliest in the room. His grip loosened around his glass as she continued to hold her eyes. He didn’t even flinch as she pulled at the string of the cape and it flowed down, revealing the most sinful body to walk this earth.

His mind felt numb once she finally had looked away from him and begun her performance. He couldn’t help his eyes wandering her form, taking in each curve, dip and fold as she moved around. He tried hard to ignore the pressure he felt in his groin while watching her. It was the animalistic side of him trying to get out, but he supressed his urges to stay respectful of her performance. He knew her dancing and clothing were to provoke such impulses, he wasn’t ignorant, but his mother had taught him better; if you ever want to be a man, you treat every woman in your life with respect. He could still hear her voice echo the sentence in his head.

He let go of his glass and leaned forward in his seat, trying desperately to meet her eyes once more. He wanted to feel that foreign sensation again. When they finally met, his heart skipped a beat before slamming into his ribcage several times. The warmth spread across his chest as he dragged his fingers through his curly hair and held her gaze as she twisted and turned around on stage. He felt almost honoured that this woman would stay connected with him as she danced.

He didn’t take his eyes off her until she finished her performance and left the stage. As soon as she was gone, he felt empty and a slight chill went through his veins. He grabbed his glass and took a sip, letting the liquid burn down his throat to feel some warmth again.

Mr. Ruiz slumped down on the chair with a disgusting grin on his face. He had loosened his tie and taken off his jacket during the performance, which Pedro has missed entirely being pulled into her beautiful gaze. Ruiz downed his glass and let out a rumbly chuckle.

“What a piece of meat, huh boss?” He bumped his elbow a few times on Pedro’s arm.

His brows furrowed deeply as he turned to look at Ruiz with a deadly stare. “Piece of meat?” He echoed to him in a low growl.

Mr. Ruiz shrunk in his seat as he saw Pedro’s eyes turn darker by the second. “I-I mean…” A tremble went through his body as he lost all words in his vocabulary.

“Piece of meat…” Pedro turned his head away from Ruiz, feeling disgusted by his presence, and swirled his whiskey around in the glass. He let out a sigh and looked over his shoulder to grab the attention of one of his guards standing by. The guard walked up to him and bent down to head level with Pedro. “Take Mr. Ruiz home, let him sober up ‘til the next morning, then I want you and two more to remind Mr. Ruiz that women are not pieces of meat.” His voice was low as he spoke it into the guard’s ear. “And have Mr. Miller pick me up in fifteen.”

He rose to his feet, straightened his suit and picked up his coat. He turned to look down at Mr. Ruiz, who still sat small and shaking in his chair. Pedro gave him a reassuring smile, which didn’t help the trembling, but gave him hope that perhaps his boss was feeling forgiving for his choice of words. “I believe it’s best you get some rest, Mr. Ruiz. The alcohol has obviously gone to your head and you are in no state to have a civilised conversation with. I have asked this man to take you home.” Pedro gestured to the broad man standing behind him. “Sleep well, Mr. Ruiz.”

Pedro stood still in front of the wooden door with the words “changing room” on. The A and the second O were almost completely scraped off. He probably shouldn’t have been there, intruding upon her space right after a show, but he had to see her, to share just a moment alone with her.

He knocked softly on the wood three times, waiting to be invited in. His eyes widened at her sweet voice vibrating through the door, it sent a shiver down his spine. He pushed the door slowly open and found her standing in front of a mirror, brushing her hair.

“Good evening, miss. I hope I don’t disturb.”

He noticed her eyes widened at his manifestation, he didn’t know if it was out of surprise or fear, which he didn’t like, not knowing. She put her hairbrush down and turned to him, he watched her assess him, waiting for her to speak up, whether it was to reject his presence or let him stay.

“No, you’re not.” She sounded nervous, but he couldn’t help but see a hint of curiosity in her eyes as he held it.

He took a step in and closed the door behind him as to not be disturbed. He just hoped she wouldn’t feel trapped as he did so. He noticed the chair next to him and put down his coat on top before taking a step closer. He could smell her sweet floral perfume from where he stood. He inhaled slowly, trying not to make it apparent he was taking in her scent. It made his head almost swim and he swore he could stay there forever, inhaling her perfume and admire her beauty.

He lowered his head at her, mostly out of habit when he first meets someone. “My name is Pedro Pascal and this is my first time coming to this place. I must say your performance was captivating. The rumours about your dance were insignificant compared to actually seeing it.” He said truthfully, because it was indeed a delightful performance.

“Your words are too kind, mister Pascal.”

His ears perked up as she said his name. It had a pleasant tone to it, which made him faintly smile as he straightened up to look down at her.

“I must admit it is surprising to hear this is your first time here, I thought you owned the club.”

For a split second he wanted to furrow his brows, until he found her words somewhat humorous. “Yes, I suppose.” He smirked thoughtfully. She didn’t seem intimated by him after all, which made him lower his shoulders just a little. “But I am a busy man, I own a lot of businesses around town. I can assure you I have probably not been to half of them before.”

She chuckled at his remark and it made his heart flutter. So soft and innocent, he wanted to touch her, but knew if he did for too long, it might corrupt her.

“I hope I don’t intrude on your time off, miss?” Her name, he wanted her name. He wanted to see how she pronounced it, how she sounded and then he wanted to taste it on his own lips, like she had tasted his.

“Rose, Rose Miller.”

“Rose.” Her name was perfect. It matched her rosy cheeks, warm aura and that sweet floral perfume of hers. “That’s a beautiful name you have, Rose.” He had another taste of it and he loved it.

He took a step closer to her, not knowing why, but something drew him to her, but the atmosphere in the room immediately changed. He saw the sweetness in her eyes turn to fear and her smile that once painted her plump beautiful lips faded. He furrowed his brows, not knowing if he had stepped too close to her, if he had perhaps pushed his luck a bit too far.

“Is everything okay, Rose? You seem…” He noticed the warmth of her skin had faded and her once rosy cheeks were now – “Pale.”

She leaned back on the table behind her. “Oh, I am terribly sorry, mister Pascal, I am just…” Her eyes darted around his face in panic. “Drained from the performance.”

Lies. He wanted to confront her of it, that he knew her lips were not speaking the truth, but he also knew he had no right. He knew it had to do with him, but he was not going to push it. He knew she was aware of his position in this city, which could be intimidating enough in itself, but to share such a small space with him alone – she had strength within her to stay grounded on her feet, which only made him want to know her more.

He nodded, trying to cool down the slight disappointment and anger rushing through his veins from her lie. “Then, miss Rose, I wouldn’t want to occupy your time and keep you from getting home. But before I go.” He lifted his hand to pull out his personal card.

He pulled it out and noticed her flinch at his movement. His heart dropped at her reaction, but he didn’t blame her. “It’s just a paper card, miss Rose.” He tried to assure her there was nothing dangerous with it before handing it over. “I would like to invite you to do a more private performance at my place next Saturday. I know it is a working day for you here, but I have arranged for someone else to come instead. I will of course pay you should you choose to come.”

She took the card from his hand and he was disappointed that their fingers didn’t touch. He had to feel her, just a small graze would be enough.

“It is optional for you to come of course. If you choose not to perform, just take the day off. I will make sure you are paid none the less, so you don’t feel pressured.” It was important to him that she didn’t feel threatened to come, that this was entirely optional.

She glanced from him to the card, inspecting it and he waited patiently. Looking at her delicate fingers feel the card and flip it over. He breathed a little heavier watching her read his full name on the card, watching her lips slightly move as she recited it within her head.

He wanted to touch her so badly, to feel her skin and see if it was as soft as it looked. He had said everything he had to and now was the perfect time to say goodbye in the most old fashioned way, but a way he loved to part as it gave him the opportunity to not only show his respect for her, but also let him feel her. He reached out his hand with his palm up and watched the confusion spread across her face. He couldn’t help the amusement he felt when he saw her. “Your hand, miss Rose. If you please.”

With a trembling hand, she placed her hand in his and his heart was enveloped by pure warmth. She was soft, oh so soft, and delicate, like a little bird resting in the sun. He placed his thumb on top of her fingers to get a better grip on her and the shakes in her hand were gone. It delighted him to see it and he bent down, leading her hand to his lips and softly pressed them down at the back of her hand. He had to close his eyes as he revelled on the warmth he felt on his lips once he touched her. His head swam as her scent were stronger, seeping through his nostrils and playing with his senses. He could hear the silent gasp leave her mouth and he fought hard to not let a teasing smirk grow on his lips.

He straightened up and watched the warmth had returned to her cheeks and her shoulders were no longer tense. There was a smile playing with her lips and for a moment – just a very small moment – he imagined kissing them, but he quickly pushed the thought away. He didn’t want to let go of her, but knew if he held on, she might find it uncomfortable, and he regrettably let go. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Rose.”

He turned around and picked up his coat. He reached for the door and looked over his shoulder with a faint smirk on his lips. “I truly hope to see you next Saturday. It would be an honour to have you as a guest at my house.” He bowed his head at her before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. He begged within himself that she would show up.

Pedro sat still behind his mahogany desk, listening to his capos discuss their next move to broaden their reach outside the city. Although he heard every word that was said, his mind was occupied by a pair of dark brown eyes, rosy cheeks and floral smells. He saw her fluid movements on stage, tantalising him, luring him, begging him to seek her out. He could almost smell her perfume and for a moment he closed his eyes just to see her clearly in his head.

“What do you say boss?”

His eyes snapped open and they wandered across the men standing in the room with him. He must have missed the last part, but he was not going to admit it, mostly because this was a first for him. They expected him to listen, to understand and then either agree or disagree with them.

Pedro looked over at Federico – his right hand man – and rose an eyebrow at him. Taking the hint immediately, Federico stood up from his chair and stepped over to the side of the desk. Turning to speak to the other men in the room, he straightened his jacket and scanned the room, making sure everyone was listening.

“I believe the best option is to go straight through to them, instead of taking a detour. If we can own the road, no one can stop us. We’ll start furthest away and squeeze them closer to the city, entrapping them and forcing them to do as we say.” He begun to explain and the men in the room listened intently. “We don’t want any attention on this, so make sure to keep the body count to a minimum. If the Water Lilly gang finds out we’re eating up their territory, this might turn ugly pretty fast. Set up a date as soon as possible and claim it within a night.” Federico crossed his arms and puffed his chest out. “Now leave, this meeting is over. Any questions and you take them with me. Nothing is to be done until I say we’re ready.”

The men in the room, as if on cue, spoke in unison. “Inigualable, indiviso, inflexible.” They scrambled out of the room, leaving Pedro and Federico alone.

Pedro let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair. He was already exhausted from the meeting and he had barely said anything. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes shut, feeling a slight headache coming in.

The sound of liquid being poured made him open his eyes and look at Federico standing by the side table, pouring two glasses of whiskey. He sauntered over to the desk and placed one of the glasses in front of Pedro. “What’s occupying your mind?” He asked as he sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk.

He glanced at the golden liquid. “Wondering what to do with the Water Lilly gang for touching our goods.”

Federico snorted and Pedro snapped his eyes at him with a stern look. “Forgive me, Pedro, but I’ve known you long enough to know that’s not what’s occupying your mind. There’s something more personal.”

He tilted his head back, exhaled deeply and looked back at him with a softer expression. “Her name is Rose.” He said, not willing to give up too much, but knowing Federico, he would get just enough information to give some advice to clear his mind.

Federico leaned forward in his chair, interest peaking at his ears. “Rose, huh? It wouldn’t be the woman Mr. Ruiz made a comment about?”

“Perhaps.”

Federico couldn’t help but chuckle at his vagueness. “Figured as much, cerdito was a drunken mess.” Pedro narrowed his eyes at Federico. “Which of course doesn’t excuse his comment.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Although they had been friends and business partners for a long time, Pedro knew how to dominate anyone he interacted with, which sometimes made him nervous. “I heard he had a pretty bad fall down a flight of stairs the other day.”

“That’s what happens when you’re not careful.” Pedro hadn’t even given it a second thought when he first told the guard to take care of him. He supposed he was too occupied thinking of Rose, trying desperately to have a reason for her to come to him.

Federico took a sip from his drink. “I must say it was kind of you to let him live.”

“He might have overstepped, but there was no reason for me to have him killed. He is good at what he does, but he needs to control his alcohol intake.”

Federico rose an eyebrow at him. “To be a man relying a lot on import and export of alcohol, you sure are not a fan of it.”

Pedro reached forward and picked up the whiskey filled glass. He turned it around in his hand and looked at the content. “It’s not about the alcohol, Federico. It’s about the people consuming it. With the right amounts, it can be a party, but with too much, it can turn to a bloodshed.” He guided the glass to his lip and took a sip as he held Federico’s curious gaze. The liquid burned down his throat. “There’s a difference.” A smile played on his lips as he placed the glass down again.

Federico smirked back at him and took a gulp from his whiskey before setting the glass down on the desk. “Now, tell me about her.”

Pedro leaned back in his chair, fingers interlaced and resting in his lap. His eyes wandered the ceiling, thinking back at her beauty. “Divine.” He murmured as he saw her face. The image trailed down her body and blood began to rush to his groin. “Sinful.” He sighed as her seductive curves played in his mind.

“That says a lot and nothing at the same time.” Federico chortled. “So, I assume that you spoke with her when you were at the bar?”

Pedro mentally slapped himself, reminding himself to not think this way of her, but it was hard – very hard. “Yes, I spoke with her after her performance. When I first entered the room alone with her, she seemed fine, nothing out of the ordinary, but halfway through our conversation, everything shifted. She seemed uncomfortable.” The memory made him upset, he never wanted to make her tense.

“Hmm… what were you talking about then?”

He thought back at it. “She had just told me her name.”

“Full name?”

Pedro nodded, remembering the sting of fear in her eyes.

Federico hummed in amusement and leaned forward in his chair. “Pedro, put two and two together. She just handed her own identity to the most dangerous man in this city. I too would be nervous if I didn’t want to be on the radar of a man like you.”

Pedro rubbed his chin thoughtfully. As his words settled in, he rubbed his eyes in annoyance, more of the fact that he didn’t even think about it. He had never shown interest like this in a woman before. Yes, he was always polite to every woman he met, but Rose, she was someone he actually wanted to seek more time with.

“Yeah, you know what I am talking about. How did it go after that? Was it still uncomfortable?”

“It was.” He said, thinking back at him finally touching her. “Until I asked for her hand, she gave it to me and I kissed it, saying my farewell. When I looked up at her again, she seemed almost…”

“Smitten?”

“Yes.” He admitted, thinking back at her soft eyes and kind smile.

Federico chuckled and leaned back. “Well, with the charm you ooze, no wonder.”

“I invited her to my place next Saturday.”

His eyes widened slightly in surprise as he looked at Pedro. “And what did she say?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. I just assured her there was no pressure for her to come.” He didn’t know if it was a good sign or a bad sign that she hadn’t said anything to his offer. He was just glad he had managed to turn the tight atmosphere to something calmer.

Federico nodded as he reached for his drink and downed it all in one go. “Well, do as you want to Pedro.” He rose to his feet and looked down at him. “Just know that even though you’re as untouchable as a man can get, remember that the people around you are not.” He took the glass with him as he left Pedro’s office.

Pedro watched the door close behind Federico. He leaned back in his chair and dragged his hand over his face, feeling tired, annoyed and a sting of conflict within himself. He propped his elbow up on the arm rest and rubbed his temple, trying to soothe the lingering headache. He knew Federico was right, but the thought of having to not seek her out was numbing in his head. All he had thought about the past two days was her. It was dangerous, he knew, to let his mind slip so easily, but the pull he felt towards her was too much. It was like a craving he needed to satisfy.

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