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dootdootwriting · 3 years

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CONGRATS FOR 600+!!! I SAW UR EVENT SO IF I HAVE THE CHANCE, IM TAKING IT

The whole alphabet for Thoma. (Gn reader)

PLEASE dont overwork yourself though. You dont have to do it all if youre tired or something. Thank you and congrats!

600+ writing event

ty for ur request anon!! also you're funny. overwork myself? how could i possibly do that when i'm already avoiding all of my schoolwork? entire alphabet for thoma coming right up! (under the cut for length)

fluff alphabet with thoma; gn reader; no warnings apply

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

- thoma enjoys pretty much any type of shared activities with you, but ultimately his favorite kind is any that involves food. he'll go on tours of inazuma city with you to find the best places to get ice cream, or he'll buy a whole bunch of food and see what kind of dishes you can make together! nine times out of ten it ends up being really weird and a little gross, but it's fun and he loves spending time with you.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

- he admires your ambition, your humor, and your own personal flair. he loves the person you are, and almost everything that goes into that, but he specifically loves the unique little traits that make you you.

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

- his first instinct is to give you a big hug or rub your back, but only if he knows you're okay with it and that it would actually help. his first goal is to make sure you're okay, and then his second goal is to cheer you up: with bad jokes and kisses, usually

D-Dreams (how do they picture the future with their s/o?)

- thoma isn't super picky with how you two end up in the future, as long as you're together and happy. he wants to grow old with you, ideally, though however you do that will decide itself.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)

- thoma is used to taking the lead in your relationship, but he's not necessarily more dominant or anything - he's just excited to be with you and wants to make sure you're just as happy as he is. your relationship is pretty balanced!

F-Fun (what do they do for fun with their s/o? what's their idea of a fun day out?)

- he loves loves loves going out on walks, especially in the city, and just finding random things that seem fun to do. there are a bunch of people playing cornhole over there, how about you guys join in for a game? they're selling a new kind of hotpot at that restaurant, better give it a try!

G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

- he's definitely aware of everything you do for him, and he's also very grateful that you're with him. he makes sure to let you know that every day.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

- i think the only time thoma would ever keep something from you on purpose is if it would be somehow dangerous for you to know. other than that, he likes to make sure you're aware of everything you need to be. he likes his privacy like anyone else, but he also values communication.

I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

- being with you hasn't necessarily changed him (aside from the fact that you two are almost always seen together now) but it's definitely improved his mood a lot, not that it was ever really bad. he also likes to show off more now that you're around...

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

- thoma gets jealous relatively easily but is also not one to step in unless it's a situation in which you seem uncomfortable. he trusts you wholeheartedly, which sometimes means he has to keep himself from getting overly worried.

K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?).

- he's a very good kisser. thoma's kisses are playful and sweet, or alternatively full of reassurance and love. your first kiss was a little rushed and he was a little nervous (not that he'd ever admit that) but he knew it was the right time.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

- confesses accidentally while watching you do something that's actually pretty normal. you tap him on the shoulder and ask where he wants to go for lunch and he just kinda stares at you and then says "man i love you" and you're like. what. but he plays it off like he TOTALLY MEANT to say that and definitely didn't slip up.

M-Mornings (what's it like waking up with them? do they sleep late or wake up before the sun rises?)

- lazy lazy lazy. thoma knows he has to go to work but why would he do that when you're next to him all curled up into him? he can't just abandon you like that! fortunately the kamisatos are very forgiving, so when he shows up late they don't give him an earful.

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

- babe/baby, sunshine, and occasionally sweetheart but usually just to tease you

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

- when thoma first realizes he's in love with you it hits him like a truck and he has to sit down for a second to process it. after that he hangs around you a lot more often, and it's pretty obvious to anyone watching that he's in love.

P-PDA (how are they with PDA? is it fun to them or are they more reserved with their affection?)

- thoma's comfortable with pda and likes to tease you with it sometimes, unless you're someone who absolutely hates it, in which case he'll settle with handholding. otherwise, he'll give you random light kisses on the cheek or will grab you and pull you into him at random points throughout the day.

Q-Quirk (some random thing they do when they're with you for no reason in particular)

- his nose scrunches when he's trying not to laugh at you, which makes you laugh at him, which makes him laugh at you. congratulations! you have achieved pile of laughter.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

- thoma is very romantic and also values friendship with his partner as well. he's sort of a mix between cliché and creative - while he will definitely take you out for a fancy dinner and lend you his jacket, he will also take you out to the lake and push you in or make a date out of who can spot the most dogs on a day out.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)

- one hundred percent he believes in you and will do his best to help you achieve any goals you have. ok thats the end of this headcanon i have nothing else to say GHCCN

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

- thoma loves trying new things! he doesn't need things to change constantly (and also that might be very tiring for him) but he does like to switch things up a little.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

- forgot to change it from "good" to "well." WHOOPS. anyway

- thoma is very empathetic, so he's quick to understand how you're feeling, though it'll take him a little longer to understand why it is you're feeling like that. once you explain to him, he knows just what to do, whether it be celebrate with you on a big win or comfort you or give you some space.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

- it's SO important to him. having you in his life is one of the most important things to him. he's also been with the kamisatos for a really long time though, so thoma will need a little bit to sort out where his priorities are. rest assured that you're definitely up there.

W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)

- thoma really likes the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair. bonus points if you wash it for him (he'll return the favor)

X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

- if you're ever available for affection, thoma will take advantage of it. he loves being close to you and generally just the feeling of loving and being loved in return, especially when that incorporates physical affection. listen he just really likes being kissed.

Y- Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)

- when you're gone thoma will surround himself with things that remind him of you. he'll also occasionally call your name or say things to you absentmindedly before remembering you're not there at present. poor guy... he'll be very happy once you're home.

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

- it depends on the lengths. the worst case scenario for thoma would be if he somehow had to choose between you and his work - that would terrify him, even though there's no way it would ever happen. other than that, since you're way up on his priority list, there's not much that he wouldn't do for you.

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heauxzenji · 4 years

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I just came across you nsfw with Osamu and I really enjoyed it I was wondering if You could do one for Kita?

Hi love! This is for u 💕 and all the kita fuckers worldwide- myself included bc I’m in love with him now 🥺

NSFW Alphabet - Kita Shinsuke

Nsfw below da cut g

gn!reader focus in this hoe

A/n: ty @honey-makki for being my partner in degeneracy and my wife ilysm bc she can read when I can’t

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

Will feed you a full meal. His way of making sure you’re cared for is keeping you well fed. He will cuddle you and spoon feed you himself if he has to, as long as you eat every single bite. He has a routine for everything, aftercare is no exception. He runs you a bath, then, while you soak, he cooks. Will make sure to throw a hoodie in the dryer before heading to the kitchen so it'll be warm for you post shower. Then he feeds you and holds you, playing with your hair or your hands until you fall asleep.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

You already know what the fuck is going onnnn! Kita is honestly so well sculpted that it really doesn’t matter but let’s talk about his back/shoulders. He’s so mf broad and it's very sexc of him. He’s also very fond of when you cling onto and scratch it up…. delicious

He loves your hands. He loves to hold them, especially when he’s looking straight into your eyes as he drills the hell out of you- he’ll lift one up and kiss it bc ✨romance✨

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

Oh he’s going to fill you so full of cum that it pours out of your ears. He has a big breeding kink, and huge loads to match. But he’s also very healthy and takes good care of himself so his cum isn’t bad on your tongue on the off chance he hasn’t already cum inside you 600 times prior to finally doing so in your mouth. And he’s going to kiss you after- very sexc of him.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

Lost his virginity in a barn. Got a tick on his ass of all places. The barn isn’t the secret tho... the tick is.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

When you got together- he was definitely a virgin. Had only gone as far as MAYBE second base. But you used that to your advantage, because you’ve essentially built him up and trained him to be PERFECT for you. You also helped him find out what he likes and what makes him feel good too. Sure there was a lil’ corruption involved, but in the end you’re both very happy with your sex life.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Full on mf wrestling mating press. He’s going to have his cock so deep inside of you that if he even pushed a bit more his body is gonna go in too. Then he’ll just live there. He’s fine with that.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

Unintentionally so. Every once in a while, you’ll both giggle or laugh because you have to reposition when you start to cramp up or you accidentally hit him in the face when tying to pull him closer or something. But he’s a firm believer in the whole “if you can’t laugh with the person you’re having sex with you shouldn’t have sex with them” addage, so he’s very grateful for those light moments.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

It could definitely be neater. He isn’t abysmal, but he is hairy and could stand to trim a tiiiny bit more often. He’s just very low maintenance down there. As long as it’s clean he's good, which is both true and a decent place to start but pls tell him to get a little off the top of you know what I mean.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈y

He’s! So! Loving! He’s always going to go the extra mile to make you feel special. He likes to keep things on the softer side I’d say 8/10 times. He prefers to make love instead of just fucking it out- but if you get into an argument or he’s frustrated, he will happily go hard… but still with candles and a massage. Also I said it already but he’s gonna hold your hands while he demolishes you- interlaced fingers and all that cute shit even tho you’re getting railed.

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

His grandma is one of those old ladies that’s like “don’t do that you’ll go blind,” so poor baby was a lil pent up before he got older. Now, he still doesn't do it often, but he does it once a month or so as part of his routine. He uses coconut oil because he likes the smell and that it melts easily.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

Breeding, listen it’s just embedded in country boys to fuck and fill. He is no exception.

Spanking, moreso as a way to direct you. Moving too much? slap to stay still. Changing positions? Slap to get you moving. Just wants to see you jiggle? Yeah that too. Motivational slaps also come into play when he wants you to know you’re doing a good job.

Auralism, He LOVES to hear you. The sound of your breath, your moans, the way you chant his name when you’re close… he eats that shit up. It feeds his ego and boosts his pride. He also makes a lot of noise himself, mostly really deep moans but there’s a sprinkling of praise throughout too.

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He needs privacy. So he’s definitely one to want to keep it at home or at least somewhere secluded and away, where he knows only you and him are there and will know about it.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He doesn’t care how he does it, but his number one priority, is making sure that you cum. Kita is a giver. And he will make sure to give you whatever you want from him.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

He’s not into SUPER rough stuff. He’s not vanilla, but he is the kind of guy that sees sex as “lovemaking” so he’s not gonna punch you in the face or throw you around like a ragdoll. It’s just not his style. Of course if it's what you want, he will… but never expect him to ever bring it up or do so on his own.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Ok so- he's… teachable. I’m not gonna lie, he would start off as absolute trash. But the good thing about him is how adaptable he is, and how willing he is to learn. You’d have to have him work at it a lot but once he gets good he’s great. He’ll love the feeling of accomplishment he gets from you getting off with only his mouth- it does wonders for his pride.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

It’s very even- until he starts to get close. When he’s close he’s going to speed up so much that you have to brace yourself against anything that’ll hold you. He is definitely a headboard grabber too.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

He likes to take his time with you. For that reason, he isn’t a huge fan. You would really have to convince him that it's worth it. He doesn’t see the point in instant gratification, and thinks you should be patient. Good things come to those who wait and all that Kita stop being so stoic and rail me at the farmers market challenge

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Lmfao you think this mans is really gonna go for a public or semi-public scene? Think again. Now, he’s into sex outdoors sure, but only in your fenced in, enclosed backyard. He’s not letting anyone see you point blank periodt, you’re for his eyes only.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Excellent self control. He can hold off on cumming for as long as you need him to. Usually he’ll tap out himself after you’ve gotten through at least 3 of your own highs- but his record is 6. Has a super long refractory period tho- so he does things this way to make sure you get everything you need in one go.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

He actually likes using toys on you. He has a bunch of different plugs and vibes that he uses to suit the situation. He prefers to use a hitachi wand on you while he’s fucking you, but all the others he uses for foreplay- or after to keep you full to the brim of his cum.

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

You both tease each other absentmindedly. He doesn’t know why he gets so turned on by you scrubbing the floor on all fours (that’s why), but he does. He also doesn’t understand why you think its hot when he cuts firewood in winter or wipes his forehead with his shirt during the summer. He thinks he’s gross and sweaty- but you can only think of a million other ways to make him sweatier.

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

Listen we stan. He’s not quiet in bed by any means, but he’s not overly loud either. He’s the type who takes deep breaths and then on the exhale let’s out a moan from deep in his chest- you know the one. And he does that shit on purpose. Not really, but he does think of it as his way of letting you know that he feels as good as you feel. Will also 100% hit you with the “is that it baby? Is that the spot?” While you’re practically turning into jello underneath him bc he absolutely knows that’s the spot he just likes to make you say it.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

Wants to recreate the sex scene from tthe notebook with you. He can’t explain why, he just has an unexplainable urge to suck your face off in the rain and then proceed to raw you after peeling all the damp clothes from your body. Please oblige him.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

He’s got the thickness. Not coke Can thickness but like… you remember the Alaskan bull worm from ep of SpongeBob? Well he’s the whole worm, not just the tongue. I’m going to hell for that reference but ya he has a nice dick. The perfect thickness and and I’ll say a pretty good 5.5-6 inches worth. It’s also very veiny on the underside which- yes I love that.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

Normal sex drive, since you tend to do it at least 2 times a week. He only seems to get a little needier when you CAN’T have sex regularly- ie, one of you is sick or you’re away from each other. When that happens, he’s a little edgier than usual, can snap sometimes but not often.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

He’s the type to get a second wind after. He’ll only go to sleep after he makes sure all your aftercare needs are met, and even then, he’s only going to power-nap it for maybe 10mins. He’ll stay still and cuddle you while you sleep, but he’ll most likely watch tv or scroll through his phone while you enjoy his warmth. Every once in awhile he’ll give you a kiss while you stir.

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comphersjost · 4 years

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All For You | 5 [Finale] ➸ Brady Tkachuk and Matthew Tkachuk

firstly, i want to say thank you all so fucking much for the love, the support, the countless asks, comments, and reblogs on this series. this is an epilogue of sorts - mostly focusing on matty’s POV - as well as a tribute to the first part that started this all. enjoy my loves <3

4 times Matty knew he loved you, and the one time he knew you loved him.

word count: 6.8k+

warnings: some smut, not super descriptive, angst, elias and noah being little shits, lots of elaboration on events previously mention in the series :)

part one

part two

part three

part four

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The game was brutal. You curled up on your couch to watch it, your body tense the entire time. You lost track of how many times Matt fought someone on the ice, whether he went after someone on behalf of one of his teammates, or when he was being targeted. To say the least...Matt got his ass handed to him.

The game ends with the Rangers shutting out the Flames. You keep the TV on, anxious to see if Matt was going to be interviewed. He wasn’t, but you caught glimpses of him behind Mark Giordano as he answered questions in that monotone hockey voice. Matt looked like a wreck from what you saw, bruises forming on his face and hair an absolute mess.

You shake your head and turn the TV off, immediately reaching for your phone. You text him without thinking, not realizing what you did until you see ‘delivered’ under the messages.

you: i’m sorry about the game :( you: anything i can do? you: ice cream or something?

You panic when the read receipt pops up almost immediately. You'd only been in Calgary for about a month, and only hung out with him a couple of times - and that was with constant reassurance from Brady that you weren't a burden on him. Either way, there's no way he would trust you that much right?

Three short consecutive buzzes sounded, snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts.

matthew: can i come over? matthew: if that's cool with you matthew: no worries if not ik you said you haven't totally unpacked

You can't help the smile that tugs at your lips at the last text. Maybe he really didn't see you as just his brother’s best friend. You quickly type a response back.

you: of course you can !! you: and fyi i did unpack you: sorta

matthew: am i supposed to believe that???? matthew: be there in like. 20 matthew: i still gotta shower lol

you: then shower it up stink monster you: see u sooooon you: any snack/drink requests?

It takes a few minutes to get a response from him, and you assumed that he showered during that time. Over the past month Matt almost never lagged when it came to responding to texts, except for practices and games.

Your phone buzzes again, but this time it’s a Snapchat notification from Matt. You click on it and the app switches. Tapping on the red square reveals Matt, seemingly fresh out of the shower with his thumb up. That caption reads “fastest shower time on the team? yessir”, another caption underneath reading “no longer a stink monster”.

You laugh and respond to a photo of the top half of your face, typing out “yeah yeah answer my text stinky”. He opens the snap immediately, and 30 seconds later you get a text from him.

matthew: yo tbh if you have popcorn 👀👀

you: ur in luck i do!! the super buttery kind tho :/

matthew: my fave matthew: don't tell anyone on the team tho

You pause for a moment. You hadn't even met anyone on the team, only heard them in the background of the few phone calls you'd had with Matthew. Did he want you to meet them?

Shaking the thought out of your head, you react to the message with the laugh reaction and assure him you won't. He texts you to let you know he was on his way and suddenly you panic again. Matt hadn't been in your apartment since your first week in Calgary. Even then it wasn't really your apartment, it was just an empty place filled with boxes. He had helped you build all the furniture that had arrived, but since then you’d only hung out with him at restaurants or bars or coffee shops.

You don't know why the idea of him in your space makes anxiety wash over you, and you have to remind yourself that Matt is someone you grew up with. He's your best friend’s brother and someone you've known your whole life, but for some reason you still felt like you had something to prove to him.

There's a heavy knock on your door before you can pull yourself out of your head enough to make sure everything in your apartment is clean and tidy, and you almost want to scream but you figure it would be weirder than having a slightly messy living room.

When you open the door for Matt, the first thing you notice are the two forming bruises on his face. The second thing you notice is how tired he looks, his smile genuine but still not reaching his eyes.

“Hey,” you breathe out, “Come in.” He bumps your shoulder softly in a silent greeting as he slips past you into your apartment.

“The place looks great, Y/N/N,” Matt says softly, admiring the decorations and photos you’d placed around to make it feel more like home. You're glad he isn't facing you and can't see the surprised look on your face at hearing him call you by your nickname.

“Thanks Matty,” you say, your anxiety fading when he turns to smile at you again. “I’ll get the popcorn, you can pick a movie or a show or something, if you want.” You chuckle softly as he all but collapses on your couch, stretching out as you make your way towards the kitchen.

Matt’s eyes follow you as you disappear through the doorway, the sound of the microwave starting just a few moments later. If he wasn't so tired and bruised he would pay more attention to the nervousness bubbling up inside of him. It had been a long time since he really hung out with you like this - the last time he can remember was probably his senior year of high school. Brady had been gone on a class trip for one of the few classes you hadn't taken together, and Taryn was still too young for you to relate to her. So for a full week you showed up at their door and flopped on his bed, or vice versa, claiming that you were bored and were there to stay. He remembers pretending to be annoyed, but inside he was practically screaming, overthinking every little thing that he said to you.

His teammates would chirp him if they knew - Matt had known that for sure. What, a hotshot hockey playing senior getting butterflies over a sophomore girl? Oh, he would be torn apart in the locker room. That's why he didn't kiss you then. It was stupid, really, now that he thought back on it, but he was 17 then, and his teammates’ opinions were more important to him than taking a chance with his brother’s best friend.

But now you were here. In Calgary. And he was here, in your apartment.

He feels 17 again, your sweet voice floating from the kitchen asking him if he wanted anything to drink. He replies that he only wants water, and decides to take you up on looking through Netflix. He settles for a random episode of Parks and Rec when you come back to the living room, a bowl of popcorn in one hand, and two glasses of water somehow held in the other.

You make a face at him and shove his legs out of the way with your foot, placing the bowl and glasses on the table. You laugh when he groans and moves his legs out of the way so you can sit, before moving them back onto the couch to tangle with your own. Matt reaches for the bowl of popcorn as you snatch a blanket from its spot on the back of the couch and drape it over both of your legs.

“Still cold all the time, Y/N/N?” Matt teases, nudging his foot against your knee as you laugh sharply.

“Haven't changed a bit, Matty,” you throw back immediately. Your heart skips a beat when he laughs, a really, loud, genuine laugh, head thrown back and everything. You can't help but think that it suits him more than the tired smile he wore when he showed up at your door.

“You really haven't,” he says with a grin, eyes finally sliding back to yours. His hair curls over his forehead, but you can't look away from his eyes. The intensity of his stare makes you shiver, and you pretend it’s from the cold, pulling the blanket towards you more and looking away. You ignore his grumble of protest, but he lets you do it anyway.

“You haven't changed either, you know,” you say quietly. He stays silent, only shifting in his spot to get more comfortable.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, your eyes on the TV and his on...well his eyes are on you. He thinks back to all the times he wanted to make a move on you. Countless hours he spent beating himself up for letting the opportunities slip through his fingers because of his stupid pride.

He's not 17 anymore, he could kiss you right now. He could wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into his lap, kiss you until you're breathless and absolutely begging for him.

But he doesn't.

Not when you look like this, so comfortable and warm and here. He can't kiss you when you opened your home to him after a tough loss. He can't take advantage of you like that.

So Matt trains his eyes on the TV again, sneaking glances at you here and there as he all but shovels popcorn into his mouth so he doesn't say something stupid. He doesn't realize you've fallen asleep until he sneaks another glance at you, this time looking for just a little longer than a split second.

Your eyes are closed, cheek smushed into the cushion and your chest rising and falling with soft, even breaths. He realizes then how tired you must be, it’s nearly 11:30 and he knows you have to be up early for work. He can't tear his eyes away, can't help but take advantage of being able to stare at you without getting caught.

God, you're so cute like this, he wishes you were in his arms instead of on the other side of the couch. He wants this to last as long as possible, but your head is tilted at an awkward angle, and he doesn't want you to go to work tomorrow in pain.

Instead of taking his time looking over every inch of your adorable sleeping face, he gently untangles his legs from yours, grabbing the empty bowl and cups and heading to the kitchen. Once he's done washing them and placing them on the drying rack, he heads back to you, pausing in the doorway for one more moment to just look at you.

He finally convinces himself that he’s stared enough, it’s getting creepy now, and you need to go to bed. Matt makes his way back to you, squatting down and gently placing a hand on your arm.

“Y/N/N?” he says softly, rubbing softly up and down your arm.

“Hmm?” you hum softly, blinking slowly with blurry eyes.

“You gotta go to bed,” he murmurs, and he can't stop himself from brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “You have work in the morning, c’mon.”

You whine in protest and your eyes flutter shut again. You're too comfortable, too warm to get up now. Matt sighs, resignation setting in. He slowly peels the blanket off of you, folding and draping over the back of the couch like before, before sliding his arms underneath your back and knees and lifting you effortlessly.

You mumble something unintelligible as you bury your face in his chest. Matt says nothing as he finds your bedroom, depositing you on your bed as soft as he can, and tugging the duvet out from under you and then back over you again.

“You can't go home,” you mumble again, louder, grabbing his hand feebly before he can walk away. Matt freezes at the implication, even though he knows the thoughts spiraling in his mind are unlikely in your barely awake state. “S’late Matty, you can't go home.”

“Y-you-you want me to sleep here?” he stutters, and you nod, blissfully unaware of the rampage of emotions in Matt’s head.

“Guest bedroom’s furnished,” you slur, voice thick with exhaustion. “Don't go home. S’late.” With that, you're fast asleep again, and Matt - well -

Fuck, Matt thinks. He's fucked. And he knows it.

II.

Based on the look on Noah’s face, Matt knows he's going to get one hell of a lecture as soon as you're out of earshot. He'd finally taken you to meet his teammates, and he was really starting to regret it. He knows that you're beautiful, he'd just rather not watch his teammates stare shamelessly. He really is glad he told them warned them to keep their hands off though, using the excuse that you were his brother’s best friend and there was no way he would let those hooligans go after you.

But now that you're actually meeting them, Matt knows that they're going to call him on his shit. His team knows him better than that.

His hand is resting against the small of your back as he leads you to a booth towards the back of the bar. He slows down before he gets within earshot of the table, leaning in to ask softly, “You okay?”

You glance up at him with a nervous smile, but nod anyways. “Yeah,” you assure him, “I’m good, I just hope they like me.”

Matt laughs at that, shaking his head at your confused expression. His laugh fades as you raise an eyebrow, looking at him expectantly. “They'll love you,” he finally clarifies, “Promise.”

“Promise?” you say skeptically.

“Promise,” he confirms, and the grin on his face is infectious, you can't help but smile back at him. “C’mon,” he says, pushing you lightly until you reach the table.

“Matty!” exclaims one of the men at the table. A brunette, from what you can see in the dim light, and a face that makes him look 14. At his drunken greeting, the rest of the men and women at the table turn to look at you and Matt, making you shift uncomfortably under their collective gaze.

“Aaand he’s drunk already, this is Brady and I’s friend, Y/N,” Matt introduces you, his hand sliding from your back to squeeze your hand comfortingly. He introduces each of the people at the table - the baby-faced one was named Johnny - before nudging the blonde that looked like a Disney prince until he moved over to make room for the two of you.

“Hi,” you say, smiling shyly around the table. “It’s nice to meet you all, Matt’s told me a lot about you.”

“Hope he wasn't talking shit,” Prince Charming teases with a slight accent, flashing you a bright smile. What was his name? Elias?

“Oh he talks the most shit,” you banter, a sly smile tugging at your lips at Matt’s incredulous protest. “Always going on and on about how annoying you guys are - mmf!” Your teasing is cut short by Matt’s hand covering your mouth. Without thinking you lick the palm of his hand, laughing when he snatches it away again and off of your mouth.

“That's gross,” Matt complains, wiping his hand on his jeans.

“You asked for that,” you shoot back, elbowing him lightly when he rolls his eyes.

“You know, I’m starting to regret this,” he grumbles, fighting the smile playing on his lips, “you’re just as annoying as them.”

“Be nice Chucky!” Noah pipes up. You recognize him from the few times you’d stopped by Matthew’s apartment but had never stayed long enough to actually get to know him.

“Yeah, Chucky,” you taunt, “better be nice to me, I know where you live during the off-season too.” The table erupts into laughter at that, and you accept a fist bump from Elias.

“I like this one, Matthew,” Giordano says, “You better keep bringing her around.”

You flush at the compliment, having heard how highly Matt speaks of his captain.

Matt feels you relax into the booth, the tension in your body since your arrival finally draining at the approval from his team. He leans down slightly to murmur in your ear, “I told you they'd love you.” You smile at his words, tuning back into the conversation that had started up again.

“Matthew,” Elias suddenly says, drawing your attention away from the intense discussion about whether or not hotdogs were considered sandwiches (the group was split almost 50/50, by the way). “Let’s go get more drinks. Noah?”

You scoot out of the booth to let the two of them slip out, heading to the bar with Noah in tow, sliding back in to find yourself seated beside a beautiful blonde girl. She laughs when you say timidly, “I’m sorry, could you all tell me your names again?”

She introduces herself in a thick accent as Annica, Elias’s girlfriend, and the other girls do too, before quickly striking up a conversation. “Do not worry,” she says kindly, “I forgot most names the first time I met too.” You laugh at that, before some of the wives and girlfriends start to ask you about yourself.

“How do you know Matthew?” Brittany, Sean Monohan’s girlfriend, asks curiously.

“I grew up with him,” you explain. “Brady’s my best friend, they live across the street from my family.”

At the same time that you’re getting to know the girls at the table, Elias is slapping Matt upside the head.

“Dude!” Matt groans. “What the fuck?”

Noah rolls his eyes at Matt’s faux-obliviousness, “Dude, that girl is a smokeshow.” Noah manages to dodge Matt’s fist aimed at his arm, smirking at the defensiveness. “Just your friend huh?” he chirps, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Matt groans again, “Yes, just a friend, the hands-off rule still applies.”

Elias snorts, unconvinced, leaning back against the bar to observe you interacting with the team and WAGs. “She’s funny, and fits in well,” Elias remarks. “And Noah is right, she is a smokeshow.”

“I know,” Matt grumbles. “Don't you have a girlfriend?”

Elias throws his head back and laughs. “Annica pointed out when you walked in. Anyway, she's yours, clearly.”

“Dude.”

Matt was getting really sick of the chirping coming from his teammates. To be fair - they were right, but he couldn't let them know that. But as he follows Elias’s gaze to see you talking animatedly to the girls at the table - all of their attention trained on you - he can't help the soft smile on his lips. He's right, you do fit in well.

He wonders how you'd look wearing a jacket with his name on the back.

Noah’s voice snaps him out of his daydream. “I'm just saying man, you already look like you're halfway in love with her, so get on that.”

“No,” Matt snaps finally, before his expression drops slightly. “Besides, our parents are fully convinced that she and Brady are gonna end up getting married or whatever.”

Noah and Elias both wince at that, giving him sympathetic glances. Matt rolls his eyes, snatching half the round of drinks the bartender had deposited in front of them, and heading back to the booth, knowing that Elias and Noah were hot on his heels. Thankfully, he makes it before they can say anything else that might inspire Matt to do something stupid.

But as he slides back in beside you, watching you interact with his teammates - his family away from family - he can't help but think about how wrong Noah was.

More than halfway, Noah, way more than halfway.

III.

Matt’s lifelong habit of running away from his feelings just didn't seem to apply to you. No matter how much his feelings grew, how much they scared him, he still stayed. He still hung out with you, and texted you constantly. He still brought you to every team event under the guise of not wanting some random girl with him, and that he'd much rather have you there.

When you told him about your feelings for his brother, it stung. So Matt did the only thing he could - not run away, he could never run from you. He crushed the hurt away, pushed his feelings down down down until they were just a whisper at the back of his mind.

But then he made a mistake. He made an enormous, colossal, devastating mistake.

He kissed you.

He was wine-drunk, and so were you. Maybe that's why you let him. Maybe that's why you kissed him back. It was easier to believe that it was a drunken decision than let himself have any hope.

You'd been at his apartment for dinner, something that had become a weekly occurrence now. Matt couldn't deny that he liked this, having you to himself without anyone Brady to steal your attention.

You'd ordered in today, boxes of Thai takeout littering the counter. Matthew hadn't bothered to clean up after you were both done eating, insisting that he’d take care of it later, and for now you could just hang out. So that's what you did.

The two of you sprawled on his couch, forgoing wine classes to just pass the bottle back and forth until both of you were giggling. Your cheeks felt warm from the wine, and you felt good. You felt relaxed and at home.

You're thrown into another fit of giggles when Matt reminds you of the time Brady had fallen asleep after a game when you had all gone out for ice cream. He had ended up face planting directly into a scoop of his barely-eaten vanilla ice cream in the car on the way home, immediately snapping awake at the cold dessert hitting him directly in the face.

Through your laughter, you say “What about the time you were trying to impress - hic - that girl - what was her name, Brenna? - and then you -” you cut yourself off, laughing uncontrollably at the unimpressed look on Matt’s face. He knew exactly what you were talking about, and it was easily one of the more embarrassing moments of his life. When you can catch your breath again you finish “- and you were staring so you slipped and fell on the ice!”

Matt groans as you keep laughing, before a devious idea comes to mind. You know that look on his face all too well, your eyes widening as your laughter dies down.

“Matt-” you start as he starts reaching for you, turning into a shriek when his hands reach their destination. “Matt, no!”

His fingers finding your sides and tickling you mercilessly.

“Matt!” you gasp, squirming to escape the torture. “I’m sorryyyyy! I won't mention it again, I promise!”

He pauses for a moment, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Promise?” he asks, his hands not leaving your sides even when you nod. He hums when you promise, distracted by your closeness. The wine made his mind fuzzy, and the feelings he's been harboring for so long come bubbling to the surface.

Matt is terrified he's going to say something he’ll regret - especially with the knowledge of your feelings for Brady - so he does the only thing that will shut him up. He does what he was too cowardly to do when he was 17.

He kisses you.

A surprised moan escapes your throat, but then you sigh, leaning into him and leaning into the kiss. His hold tightens around you as he tilts his head to slot your lips together. Your hands come up to run through his messy curls, making a noise of appreciation at how soft his hair is.

Matt can't help himself, he leans back to his side of the couch, tugging you with him and into his lap. One hand leaves your waist to cup your jaw as you straddle him, his teeth tugging at your lip before sliding his tongue into your mouth. The hand on your waist comes down to your ass, a strangled moan breaking the kiss as his hand pushes you impossibly closer to Matt.

Matt reconnects your lips immediately, addicted to the feeling of finally kissing you after all these years. Through the haze in his brain he thinks that this is probably a bad idea, but fuck does he love it.

You whine needily and break the kiss, rocking your hips against Matt and making him gasp.

“Fuck,” he rasps, his hips jerking upwards to grind into you. Your eyes flutter open for a moment, shuddering at the dark look in Matt’s eyes. You think of saying something - anything - but Matt’s hand curls around the back of your head and pulls you back in to meet his lips.

You tug at his hair as he kisses you, letting him move your hips into an undulating motion against his own. Matt's mouth drags away from yours, your whine turning into a soft moan as when he kisses along your jaw and down your neck. You shiver when you feel his teeth graze the column of your throat.

Matt kisses every inch of exposed skin, unable to help himself from sucking a deep purple mark into your skin just above your collarbone.

“Matty,” you whimper, grinding down harder against the growing tent in his sweatpants. Matt decides that your whimpers and moans are his favorite sound, and vows then that he’s going to do everything in his power to pull those noises from your body. He can't get enough of you, the way your hands roam over his shoulders and through his hair and the desperate way your grinding against him. You say his name again, this time a soft sigh as he keeps kissing at your skin, the hand on your ass sliding up and underneath your thin v-neck.

“Baby,” he grunts against your skin, running his nose up along your neck. You whimper at the pet name, and Matt gets impossible harder under you. “Baby,” he whispers again, pulling back to look you in the eye. “Tell me if you want this, angel.”

You nod frantically, leaning in to press your mouth on his again.

“Please,” you mumble against his lips. “I want this. I want you.”

Matt moans at the words, wishing that it were true in every context. Instead he wraps his hands under your thighs and stands, making his way blind towards his bedroom. He tosses you on his bed unceremoniously, kicking the door shut behind him.

You look up at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, reaching for him again, aching for his touch. Matt crawls over your body and brushes the hair out of your face as he hovers above you.

“Matt,” you whine needily, wrapping a hand around his neck to pull him down to kiss you again.

As Matt strips you of your clothes as well as his own, he lets himself pretend this is real. He fucks you with brutal, merciless thrust of his hips, and pretends like this isn't going to be a one-time thing. He lets himself feel while you cry out for him and arch your back as you cum. He calls you baby and acts like this isn't a drunken mistake you’re probably going to regret in the morning.

And when you're both spent, his arms curled around you as you give him a dopey, sleepy smile - looking like a real life angel, he thinks - Matt lets himself pretend, for just a moment, that you love him too.

IV.

He hates this.

Matt hates this.

He hates the feeling of your body shaking against him, uncontrollable sobs wracking your body. Brady had left that morning for Ottawa after Autumn had reached out to him, asking to give their relationship another shot. And Matt hates him for it right now.

He hates the sound of your crying, the tears spilling onto his shirt. He hates that you feel like this, heartbroken and miserable.

Matt hates how responsible he feels for this. He was so sure that Brady reciprocated your feelings, telling you over and over again that he was positive his brother loved you too. In hindsight, he might have been projecting, but to him, it was impossible not to fall in love with you.

The thing he hates the most, though, is how selfish he is. How he can't help but think of how good it feels to hold you again.

Another sob rips itself from your throat and Matt’s arms tighten around you, pulling you so that you were flush against his chest. He buries his face in your hair, whispering “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” over and over as you break down in his arms.

He barely registers the feeling of you shaking your head against his shoulder.

“Not your fault,” you mumble through your cries, shaking your head more vigorously. “It-it’s not - it’s my fault - I thought -” You cut yourself off and bury your head in his shoulder as your bawling continues.

“It's not your fault,” he insists as one hand comes up to cup the back of your head, running through your hair in soft strokes. “It’s not, it’s not your fault, you did nothing wrong.”

Matt holds you like that for what feels like eternity, your sniffles and cries coming slower and slower until they stop. He still holds you tight, tracing patterns over your skin and running his hands through your hair soothingly. He whispers gentle words in your ear, comforting you the best he can.

Eventually you pull back slightly too look up at him, making Matt mourn the loss of feeling every inch of you pressed up against him. You look tired, sleepy, but most of all, you look sad - and it kills him inside.

“Thank you,” you whisper hoarsely, making Matt’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“What for, angel?” The nickname doesn't go unnoticed by you, and you can't help the warm feeling that worms its way through your heartbreak.

“Everything,” you shrug, not wanting to really say the truth. Matt takes it for an answer, even though you both know it’s really not, and smiles gently, brushing hair out of your eyes like he's done so many times. “M’sorry about your shirt,” you mumble, and Matt laughs at that, his head thrown back.

“I've got plenty of shirts,” he teases, thumb sliding back and forth over your jaw comfortingly. As his laughter fades, his gaze becomes locked on yours. You look like you're in deep thought, at war with yourself, and he barely refrains from asking you what you're thinking about.

“Okay?” Matt asks gently, eyes softening when your eyes focus on him again. You open your mouth as if to say something, before closing it again and nodding slowly. “Y/N/N?”

Before he can really ask what's going on, you're throwing your arms around his neck, your lips colliding with his. Matt can't help but melt into the kiss, cupping your cheek as your lips move together. He hadn't felt this in so long.

Oh, he missed this. He missed the feeling of your mouth on his. Missed kissing you until you were breathless. Missed the way you fit perfectly in his arms.

He moans gently, nearly delirious with his need for you.

A pang of guilt shoots through him, making Matt pull away even as you whine and chase his lips. You look up with wide eyes and a slight pout, before you seem to realize what just happened.

“Fuck, I’m - I’m sorry,” you gasp, scrambling to escape his embrace. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to - that was fucked up - I’m sorry -”

Matt’s grip only tightens, grabbing your chin to make you face him. “Hey - hey,” he says sharply, making you stop struggling and look at him. “It’s okay, I promise, we just - you're not in the right - we can't -”

“I know,” you cut him off, “I know, I'm sorry.”

“It's okay,” he assures you again, before asking you softly, “Do you want to go home?”

You weren't sure which home he meant - your family’s house across the street or Calgary - but either way you shake your head frantically, clinging to him tighter at the idea of being alone with your broken heart right now.

“Okay,” he soothes gently, “That's okay, I’m gonna go shower, okay? You wanna change?” You glance down at your clothes - sweatpants and a t-shirt - and shake your head again.

“This is fine,” you say timidly, your voice small and sad and widen the hole in Matt’s heart.

“Okay,” he murmurs, setting you gently on his mattress and tugging the duvet over you. “I won't be long, I promise.” You nod sleepily, your eyes already fluttering shut as you acknowledge him, as he backs away slowly.

Matt has to clasp a hand over his mouth in the shower, muffling the noises out of his mouth as he weeps.

He almost wants to laugh at the irony of it all. You love Brady. You love him and your heart is breaking because of it. And so is his. And even as Matt puts on clean pajamas and crawls back into his bed beside your sleeping figure, he still feels like he might start to cry again.

But then you mumble his name, your voice thick with sleep as you reach for him. Your hands feel small against his chest as you fist the material of his shirt and tug him towards you, sighing contently when his arms slide around your waist.

You fit so fucking perfectly, Matt thinks, with your body tucked into his like this. His eyes linger on your face for a few moments, taking in the peaceful look on your sleeping face after hours of anguish and emotional turmoil. As he begins to drift off, his last thought before he falls into slumber, is how he's never been more at ease, more happy, more in love, than when he's with you.

Matt has never been in so much pain in his entire life. The moment his eyes fluttered open, still blurry from sleep, he snapped them shut again. It was too bright. Why is everything so bright? He only knows one person that keeps the blinds open when they sleep and that was - Matt’s blood runs cold.

“I like it when the sun wakes me up,” you’d said when he asked you. “It feels less like an alarm clock and more of a gentle reminder, you know?”

He didn't know, he really really didn't, especially with the pounding in his head. But he has to know for sure, so slowly but surely, he opens one eye and then the other. Matt’s heart rises to his throat when he realizes where he is.

Part of him thinks he might die on the spot. But the other part - the selfish fucking part of him - whispers that waking up in your bedroom is what he's been dreaming of for months.

But then it hits him. The pain.

Not the pounding headache, no - this was worse. This was so much fucking worse. It was worse than the day in his parents’ basement when you walked away from him all those months ago. Worse than the night he came home and found you naked in Brady’s bed. This pain felt worse than anything he'd ever felt before.

It’s excruciating. He feels like someone had punched a hole in his chest and torn out his heart. The ache in his chest surpasses the throbbing in his head.

Matt feels like he's going to cry, the desire to curl up into a ball and disappear overwhelming him and he wants to cry.

How did he even get here?

Matt doesn't remember most of last night, little snippets here and there. He remembers your Instagram post, the cutest fucking picture he's ever seen of you holding and ice cream cone and laughing, a smudge of the frozen treat dotted on your nose. He remembers grabbing a bottle the moment he got home. He remembers Noah and Elias, remembers seeing their lips moving, but doesn't remember what they said.

Before he can stop it, there are tears slipping down his cheeks. Matt is so fucking sick of crying. He's tired of feeling like this.

And he hates that he knows that it's his own damn fault.

The idea of seeing you again - of you seeing him like this - makes his skin crawl. He promised to leave you alone after the game, and he’s ashamed that all it took was an Instagram post and a little too much liquor for him to come crawling back.

The selfish part of him pipes up again. You can't help it. You love her. She's yours.

Being here, in your apartment, your bedroom, makes Matt dizzy. He needs to leave. Now.

He’s in such a rush to leave, roughly wiping at the tears on his face, he almost doesn't notice the pair of pills on the nightstand, a glass of water set on a coaster beside them. He hesitates for a moment, but decides that he doesn't want to feel like a trainwreck for the rest of the day, and downs the pills with a gulp of water.

There's clattering in the kitchen, preventing him from a stealthy escape. Matt is shocked when you don't let him leave, head spinning with exhaustion and confusion and really - just your presence. He can't stop staring at you. Even like this, in a hoodie and leggings, Matt thinks you're the most beautiful fucking thing he's ever seen.

This is too domestic. He shouldn't be here. This is too intimate. Too much.

This isn't for you. Brady is the one who should be here. Matt flinches when the thought slithers into his head, but before he can make it out the door, you're turning from the stove and practically yelling at him to sit. You sound like his mom, he thinks, but sits anyways.

When you ask him about Autumn, Matt thinks he might die. Right then and there, he wishes the floor would swallow him whole. But instead of that happening, his stupid fucking mouth moves to vomit out the words before his brain catches up. “I was sick of seeing him hurt you, I watched him hurt you for so long, Y/N, I held you while you cried and I - I never want to be the one to make you feel like that.”

This was the most you'd spoken in months, and even through the pain of seeing you again, Matt can't help but be overcome with relief. You didn't hate him. Matt feels dazed through the rest of the conversation, just barely focusing as a result of your presence addling his brain even as you snap at him to shut up. Until - until -

“..Brady and I are not together…he’s not it for me.”

Matt freezes, the words rattling inside his skull.

Not it for me not it for me not it for me

Matt shoves half a piece of French toast in his mouth, barely chewing it before swallowing and repeating your words back to him. You laugh at his bewilderment, your fingers curling around his own as you speak.

He's going to kill Brady, he decides as he finishes off the rest of his toast, immediately. His little brother is a menace and it’s finally going to catch up to him.

But he needs to hear you say it first. He needs it.

Then Matt is tugging you to stand up, and your hands are wrapping around his neck as he gets closer.

And you say it.

“I love you too Matty.”

And then he's kissing you.

Finally - finally - he's kissing you and you love him.

You love him.

Matt feels like he wants to cry again, this time for a completely different reason. The pain he'd felt this morning starts to drain away as you press yourself closer to him, hand slipping up to card through his curls. He pulls back to look at you for a moment, grin so wide he thinks his face might break. He leans in again, giving you one, two, three, four more kisses. With every kiss, Matt feels a piece of his heart returning to its place.

“Say it again,” he pleads, eyes fluttering closed as you whisper against his lips.

“I love you, Matthew, more than anything, I love you.”

And later, when you're giggling against his mouth on the couch as his fingers graze your ticklish sides and you're whispering the three words over and over and over again, he knows it's true.

He's it for you, you're it for him.

Matt loves you.

But more importantly, you love him.

FIN (for real this time)

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jisung + nsfw a-z

next is felix!! i forgot about my dissertation so need to work on that, but i’ll try to post it tomorrow, and if not next monday!

A: Aftercare

because han jisung is not only a sub, but a brat, he needs taking care of. he will demand all of your attention on him, so good luck if you wanted to do something else, because jisung is expecting you to take care of him, run him a bath, sit with him, play with his hair (and braid it, hmm?), then help him get to sleep. if you don’t, he will definitely complain about it

B: Body part

although there is a joke he literally loves your chest, he loves your hands more. he likes the way you stroke his skin so softly, he likes how you run your fingers through his hair when he’s in sub space, he especially loves the way that you so perfectly jack him off. for him, he loves his lips the most. he knows the effect he has on you because of them

C: Cum

he cums a lot. like a surprising amount. he enjoys making a show of it and having it all over your sheets, or your hands, so that he can lick it off. also likes having his cum on ur tiddies cause he thinks it looks pretty

D: Dirty Secret

jisung mentioned more than enough times that he wants to video you guys doing something sometime, and he does with your permission this one time. he first off doesn’t admit that he enjoys being a bit of a slut on camera, but it’s pretty easy to see it the next time you watch it and he’s practically got his tongue out and begging for more. second, he doesn't admit how many times he actually got off to that video, and each time you bring it up he’ll get all shy because.. did he just pop a boner?

E: Experience

he knows a damn lot about what he’s doing, but he doesn’t actually have any real experience. probably because he was too busy fantasizing about what could be happening or just he was generally busy. but yeah, he knows what he’s doing and he knows what he wants

F: Favourite Position

literally anything which gives him a chance to touch your tiddies. no joke, he loves it when you ride him, no matter what part of him you’re actually riding. face, cock, thigh… he’s into it (if you’re not wearing a shirt or you’re wearing one of his and it’s kinda see through.. you understand)

G: Goofy

jisung is a brat. do you know what that means? he will make jokes, he will tease you by acting like you’re not affecting him. he generally has a more relaxed approach to nsfw stuff, but he uses it to his advantage too. he’ll get what he wants from you by keeping his happy charm as though he’s completely oblivious to the fact that you're trying to turn him on, or something like that

H: Hair

he’s still pretty young and probably didn’t get the memo to shave anything. but when he gets closer to you he wants to take pride in his appearance and will probably start shaving. not that he has much of it to begin with, he probs doesn’t have much hair altogether anyway

I: Intimacy

he acts like he doesn’t care all that much, but jisung is a sensitive baby and everything means so much to him. especially when he’s laying in your arms afterwards and he looks up to you like you’re his entire world. it’s kinda obvious as well when your sex is a little less kinky and you just wanna show him how much he cares, he will respond the exact same way. but he’s definitely more intimate outside of nsfw stuff

J: Jack Off

He can go all the time, any time. So he jacks off a lot. It may be something that’s hard to control when you first get together because he will be pretty demanding that you help him out each time, but eventually he resorts to just recording it each time so you get to see him jacking off on his own instead

K: Kink

oh hey did someone say the worst power bottom of them all? yeah. he’s a brat, but he knows what he’s doing. he knows what to say to get you riled up, he knows how to move and how to push your buttons. but he likes annoying you because when you get a bit rougher that just takes him to another level. so he’s a masochist too. there’s a whole list of them. he’s a sub. praise kink, teasing, shower sex, practically anywhere sex, he literally is a book of kinks - some of which you might not even know

L: Location

uh.. anywhere. literally. he doesn’t have many boundaries. it doesnt matter that he’s an introvert, all his inhibitions are lost when he’s needy. unless it’s somewhere super public. that isn’t to say he isn’t one to join the mile high club, cause he thinks that would be pretty hot. jisung thinks a lot of things are pretty hot, actually

M: Motivation

he doesn’t need anything other than you. he’ll be talking to you one time and remember when you stuck a butt plug in him and outright say to you what he’s thinking about. he’ll be working on a song and remember when you bit his collar bone a bit harder than usual, then he’ll run out to call you for a little phone conversation whilst he’s in the disabled bathroom (privacy ofc). so his own creeping thoughts

N: NO

he’s not very much into you calling him degrading names. as much as he likes you spanking him, edging him, etc, he gets a bit upset at the sound of you calling him a slut or whore (you get it). he doesn't seem himself that way, because even is he’s practically begging for you to make him cum over and over, he doesn’t do that for anyone else. he does it for you and only you

O: Oral

he gives and he receives. he loves both, no matter what mood he’s in. he loves how you feel when you suck him off and he also loves to show you how much he’s into you and also impress you with his skills. he’ll do it all just to hear you say how good he is. praise kink, anyone?

P: Pace

definitely on the quicker side no matter what he does. no need to ask him to go faster at all

Q: Quickie

a must have with someone like jisung. he’s frequent to a pout and pulling you into a side room because he really wants to show you just how hard he is for you. he doesn’t prefer them, but he definitely likes them

R: Risk

he thrives on the idea of getting caught. jisung is loud, and he most definitely could moan a bit loud so everyone else knows what he’s doing. it doesn’t embarrass him that much, depending on who might actually catch him doing something, but if someone caught him he would definitely get all cocky because hell yeah, you’re dating him

S: Stamina

usually sticks to a maximum of like 2 rounds, but they’re long. he can endure a lot, especially the longer you’ve been together

T: Toy

loves them all, lives for them, will actively look for them to be used on him. doesn’t really use them on you, but is one to sit back and watch you get off with one as he gets himself off, too. mutual masturbation is a good thing for him, providing that you use that toy on him afterwards, too

U: Unfair

as a brat, he is of course unfair. even with you as the dom, no matter what you do, he still has control somewhere because he’s the worst damn tease around. he’ll listen to your rules, he’ll nod as you tell him he can’t cum until you say, and he’ll do it anyway to get punished, but also because he knows it sends you one step closer to hell anyway. so he’s a tease and it’s completely intentional, especially when he says stuff around other people and smiles widely at you because he just kinda hinted at that one time you let him fuck your mouth… okay jisung

V: Volume

jisung is loud. not kind of loud, not a little bit loud, he is the very definition of loud. cover his mouth loud. have to gag him loud (which he likes). you’re gonna find it hard to keep anything a secret from others because jisung literally does not have a filter and if he likes something you’re doing, he’s gonna tell you and everyone within twenty metres. he talks, he whines, he moans, he whimpers… he is loud

W: Wild Card

it’s not often you were his shirts, and jisung has been begging you to just wear one bc he thinks it will be cute. eventually you give into him and you decide to wear one when you get out of the shower one evening, and jisung was really not expecting you to just have his shirt and a thong on, and he practically fell to his knees at the sight. needless to say you were back in the shower twenty minutes later with jisung following close behind

X: X-Ray

he’s a tiny boy, so probably on the smaller side. it would be a bit weird if he was unexpectedly big, but hey, he has other stuff to work with

Y: Yearning

oh, jisung yearns for you a lot. the amount of pictures he sends when he’s meant to be working, the times he’s pulled you into the bathroom and begged you to do something to help him out, it’s easy to see that jisung has an insatiable need that only you can fulfill. have fun!

Z: ZZZ

he has a lot of energy, so he can’t really just sleep afterwards. he’ll not wanna do stuff with you, like go out and explore or something like that, but he’s happy to watch a movie. he loves just being with you, especially when he loses his bratty tones, so honestly after sex he’s so cuddly and cute that you’ll probably stay up for a bit and both fall asleep by accident

#han smut #jisung smut #han reactions #han Jisung scenario #han jisung smut #han jisung scenarios #jisung scenarios #Han Jisung scenarios #stray kids smut #stray kids reaction #stray kids scenario #stray kids imagine #stray kids

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ur chanyeol A to Z was 💕💕💕💕💕 will you continue doing it? if so can u do one for baekhyun I’m curious to see how you think he’ll be

I’m so glad you enjoyed it ! 💞 And yes, I will continue doing this series as long as I get requests for it / feel like doing them. I have another request for a Sehun one, and I decided to do Doyoung (NCT), Yugyeom (GOT7) and Taehyung (BTS) on my own, so they’ll be coming shortly !

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(Credits go to byunvoyage for the gif)

A — Aftercare

Baekhyun’s aftercare constitutes more of him cuddling you like his life depends on it than anything else. He becomes very clingy after sex, covering your face with kisses and wrapping his limbs around your body so you can barely move. If you ask him to get you anything, he’ll most likely whine about having to leave the bed and coax you into cuddling with him for a little while before he obliges.

B — Body Part

Baekhyun’s really proud of his face as a whole. He knows he’s cute and he’ll use it to his advantage whenever he wants something from you (or anyone else). However, that can be said for his s/o as well. He’s weak for bright smiles, especially eye smiles, and you’ll have him equally whipped if you smile at him before asking him anything else.

C — Cum

If you play your cards right, it’s very easy to make him cum. Giving him a blowjob is usually the fastest way to achieve that. He comes in short spurts and if he doesn’t cum inside, it quickly becomes a whole mess.

D — Dirty Secret

Baekhyun isn’t really ashamed of anything he likes, so there are very few things he hides from you. But one of them is that he once had a dream of you pegging him, and he woke up confused and incredibly horny. That morning, as a way to try and keep that fantasy as deep inside of him as possible, he fucked you into the mattress, to try and prove himself that he wasn’t that much of a sub. He never told you why and probably never will unless he’s really, really drunk or you’re the one to bring it up first.

E — Experience

Don’t be fooled by that innocent face of his. Baekhyun knows what he’s doing. He’s not a sex god or on a porn star level, but he definitely knows how to make the experience enjoyable for the both of you. He’s never left you disappointed.

F — Favourite Position

It really depends on his mood, but he loves having you bounce on his cock while he’s sitting down on the couch. He gets a sense of pride that you can bring yourself pleasure with his body, and it also allows him to easily roam his hands everywhere and leave hickeys and love bites where he wants.

G — Goofy

This is Baekhyun we’re talking about. Does this really need explaining ? He can be serious if the mood calls for it, but most of the time, he’s just a big giggling ball of fluff, breaks character all the time, and he’s even the type to crack jokes if he feels like it.

H — Hair

Just like it typically is for asian men, Baekhyun isn’t super hairy to begin with, so I don’t think his hair is that untamed. On top of that, he strikes me as someone who would actually either shave it completely or get it waxed because he just doesn’t like having hair down there. As for his partner, I feel like he wouldn’t really care, but if he had to state a preference I’d say he’d want his partner to shave as well.

I — Intimacy

Like I said earlier, I think Baekhyun can definitely take things more seriously if the mood asks for it, i.e if you’re asking him to make love to you because you’re in desperate need of contact and to feel loved. He can definitely turn on the switch for that, but sex mostly remains light-hearted.

J — Jack Off

Baekhyun’s libido kind of depends on how busy he is. If he’s constantly running around between concerts and filming for a comeback or shooting for some company to endorse, then he probably won’t have time or even think about jerking off, because he’ll be busy all the time. And he has you if he really needs some relief. In case he’s really horny/needy and you’re not around, phone sex might be an option, and I believe that it’s the reason why he jerks off most of the time — because you’re on the other end of the line doing the same.

K — Kink

Baekhyun has a praise kink and you can fight me over it. He loves being complimented on his performance in bed in any shape or form — he likes knowing he can satisfy you, because you mean so much to him and he only wants your happiness. He likes to be told he’s doing a good job.

L — Location

I feel like Baekhyun doesn’t really care where you guys have sex, but it just so happens that when he’s in the mood, he has a tendency to just take you where you both stand as long as there aren’t any people around, like in the living room when other members are there, although if he can find a way to sneakily make you cum, he will, even if there are people around.

M — Motivation

Seeing you undress might be the hottest thing Baekhyun can ever see. He loves it when you put on a show and strip in front of him, but if you take too long he might get impatient and tore your clothes apart, just saying.

N — No

There isn’t much Baekhyun would be opposed to, unless it’s something extreme involving bodily fluids other than saliva and cum, just like Chanyeol. Overall, he’s pretty open to anything, as long as you’re both safe and it doesn’t leave permanent damage on either of your bodies.

O — Oral

Baekhyun has a preference for being on the receiving end of oral, but he’ll never expect it from you. However, like I said earlier, sucking his dick is the fastest way to make him cum. It drives him absolutely crazy when you do that, and he’ll confuse himself in a mess of whines and moans — he’ll be unable to stay quiet.

P — Pace

Baekhyun is relentless. He goes fast and deep, and it takes him a lot of self-control to slow down and be more sensual. He’s very impatient, and if you’re the one on top and you go too slow for his liking, unless he’s physically restrained, he’ll hold you by the waist and pound into you. Going slow drives him nuts in both the worst and the best way possible.

Q — Quickie

Needless to say, Baekhyun is a fan. He likes it when it goes straight to the point, and like I said, he’s very impatient. However, because your pleasure is important to him, if the situation allows it, he’ll go for a longer round 2, either a few minutes after or later on in the day.

R — Risk

Baekhyun is a little shit, and he definitely has exhibitionist tendencies. The risk of being caught gives him such a thrill, so much so that he wouldn’t be opposed to engage in sexual behaviour with you in public. He wouldn’t outright fuck you in front of people, but let’s say if you’re watching a movie with the other boys and you have a blanket covering your lap, his cock might end up inside of you and stay there to tease you for the rest of the night.

S — Stamina

I’m sorry, I love Baekhyun but… I don’t think he lasts very long in bed. He doesn’t cum embarrassingly slow, but if he’s just going for a quickie without doing anything first, he usually cums before you, and he’s lowkey a little bit ashamed of it. However, he is able to go for multiple rounds, and he recovers in about ten minutes.

T — Toy

He. Loves. Them. Whether you’re using them on him or he’s using them on you, toys are an important part of your sex life. From cuffs to vibrators to paddles, he’s always down to try new objects to spice things up, and he loves experimenting with things.

U — Unfair

Throwback to R : Baekhyun. Is a little shit. When he’s not going for quick release, he is relentless at teasing you, and he mostly does it in public when he knows you can’t do shit about it just because he likes to rile you up. Fingering you is one of his favourite things.

V — Volume

Baekhyun can be quite loud in bed, depending on what’s going on. He is very vocal though, and he talks a lot, usually to call you names if you’re into that (he’s very much into degrading you in bed) or to tease you, but he can also moan quite loud, especially when he’s cumming.

W — Wild Card

Baekhyun himself is a wild card in bed. You never know what it’s going to be. He’s the textbook definition of a switch, and he takes it further, because even if you agree at the beginning that you’re going to be the one in charge, he might decide halfway in to switch it around and make you his bitch.

X — X-Ray

I feel like Baekhyun’s dick is very average. As in, there isn’t anything special about it. It’s not big, it’s not small either, it just falls somewhere in the middle. It’s a dick and it does the job. But he’s definitely a grower rather than a shower. It’s most likely circumcised.

Y — Yearning

Like I said in the jerk off headcanons, it really depends on how busy he is. But once he’s in the mood, he’s in the mood, and nothing can take sex off his mind until he’s satisfied, and that can take a few rounds.

Z — Zzz

It takes a long time for Baekhyun to fall asleep after sex. It keeps him awake more than anything, but he’s not very talkative compared to usual. Just very cuddly. He’ll listen to you if you want to talk, but he’ll rarely respond, unless you ask him a direct question. He just likes burying his face in the crook of your neck and leave kisses there, hands trailing down your sides until you fall asleep.

#kpop #kpop imagine #kpop scenario #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun smut #byun baekhyun imagine #byun baekhyun scenario #byun baekhyun smut #exo #exo imagine #exo scenario #exo smut

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gang!hakyeon

perhaps the scariest gang leader in seoul…...not because he’s particularly physically intimidating (that’s taekwoon and wonshik’s job) …. but because he knows EVERYTHING about EVERYONE and knows exactly how to use it to his advantage

not that he couldn’t completely obliterate someone physically….. he practices martial arts and his years of dancing as a teenager have made him very, very, very strong under his lean exterior

once a new member of the gang challenged him (before he realized it was cha hakyeon he was challenging) and hakyeon had him pinned to the floor within 30 seconds and no one has questioned his physical prowess since

has such a commanding presence that even though he isn’t as tall as some of the other gang higher ups you immediately know he’s the #1

despite being so infamous he’s very good at flying under the radar…….he’s never the one getting his hands dirty after all, that’s not what the leader does. instead he makes everyone else do the dirty work and sits back in his expensive apartment sipping wine

always wearing luxury suits…..has a silk robe and pyjama set that he wears to sleep…. even taekwoon who lives with him has never seen him looking anything less than flawless

has this pair of gucci sunglasses that he wears whenever he’s at the gang hq

seeing him walking around town you totally would assume he was a ceo or something, but no….he’s the most notorious criminal in the city………

has probably like. walked into the police office and filed a missing person’s report for someone he had killed…..and the police were like “wow what a kind charismatic handsome young man!!!”

basically he’s really really REALLY good at his job. and he’s proud of it…. like as a child hakyeon never thought he would end up being a gang leader but he doesn’t hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it

and the absurd amount of money is a bonus

anyways you don’t know any of this, but you do know cha hakyeon, because he pays you lol…… you’re work part time at a maid/cleaner service to cover your student bills and you clean hakyeon’s apartment

not that you’ve ever seen him….you have his number and he gives very specific instructions for when to come so you aren’t there when anyone is home. which sometimes is at weird times at night but as long as you’re getting paid you aren’t asking questions

and like…...you clean a lot of nice apartments but cha hakyeon’s is the nicest by FAR…..with a beautiful view of seoul and huge tvs in almost every room

plus it’s the least amount of work, because the two men living there are surprisingly neat

but despite all that ,,,,,, the place feels cold ,,,,,,, like there are almost no family photos up on the walls, especially in the master bedroom…… there are expensive paintings up on the walls and high tech kitchen equipment but there are no trinkets or anything to suggest …. well, that someone lives there

and honestly it kinda freaks you out! because the minimalism of the apartment is like…. a lil too much to deal with and you can just feel that something is up with your employer

there’s a room that you aren’t supposed to go into and it’s always locked and you wouldn’t be all that surprised if it was like. a room of dead bodies or something

little do you know you aren’t that…..far off………… but you go on with your normal calm life cleaning cha hakyeon’s apartment, never expecting that one day you would literally see ur life flash before your eyes

hakyeon had let you know that the house would be empty in the early afternoon so you show up with your cleaning gear and as you’re cleaning the kitchen you hear the front door open

this is unusual but you figure hakyeon or his roommate got home earlier than they anticipated so you just continue your work until you hear this weird noise turn around and there is this MASSIVE masked guy with a GUN in the living room (which is connected to the kitchen)

of course you freeze ……..because what the fuck..but when he spots you you know ur fucked and u try to get the hell out of there but the front door is too far……. and when you hear a gunshot you’re about 99% sure you are dead

but then u realize you felt…..nothing….. so you open your eyes and this handsome guy in an expensive suit is standing in the doorway of the locked room holding a gun

and the masked guy is DEAD

naturally you SCREAM “what the FUCK” and the handsome guy looks @ you with this steely eyed look and ur like o h h my god i’m dying today this is it

but then the cold look fades away and he coughs awkwardly as if he didn’t just MURDER someone but then he’s like “i’m hakyeon, nice to officially meet you…..i’m sorry about this mess”

you have no idea what the hell to do and are still pretty shellshocked and he can…. sort of tell ……. so casually he takes the throw off the couch and tosses it over the DEAD BODY and then approaches you carefully, taking you by the shoulders and maneuvering you to sit down

“would you like anything? water? i’m sure this is pretty alarming”

suddenly your systems all reboot and ur like “UM I WANT TO KNOW WHO THAT GUY IS AND WHY HE HAD A GUN and also who are you and why do YOU have a gun oh and yeah what the HELL is going on”

another awkward cough………….but hakyeon isn’t the type to hurt innocent civilians and his (cute) cleaner was never supposed to get roped into this…. so he figures……….. he’ll tell you as much of the truth as he’s able to and hopefully you won’t turn him into the police

he slowly explains that the man was a hitman who an “enemy” of his had hired to take him out, but he hadn’t expected him to come to the apartment otherwise he wouldn’t have let you come over…..

and he conveniently doesn’t really tell you what he does but you can sorta piece it together and ur kinda sitting there because……..

Holy Fuck

but at the same time, you trust hakyeon? something deep down in u makes u feel like he wouldn’t hurt anyone he didn’t have to. you can tell he’s dangerous but the fact that he told you the partial truth instead of murdering you sort of . intrigues you?

finally u just go “i don’t…...have to clean that[gestures at the body] though right?”

and hakyeon laughs for the first time since you’ve met and it’s a really nice laugh and he really is super handsome with a super nice voice and suddenly you feel yourself blushing

you hope he doesn’t notice ,,,,,, but hakyeon notices everything ,,,,,

as he escorts you out with a promise of doubling your recent paycheck, he smiles down at you and asks if you’d like to go out for dinner with him that weekend

ur like uhhh…...yes?!?!?!?!

that dinner ends up being at a place WAY too nice for the cheap dress you got for the occasion and you murmur that you’re underdressed to hakyeon and he’s like “you look more beautiful than anyone else in the room…..but also if you want we can go to mcdonalds”

u end up eating a big mac by the river and hakyeon doesn’t get fast food with just anyone….. he knows as soon as he gets ketchup on his chin and you laugh at him (but wipe it off afterwards) that he’s found someone special

for almost a month the two of you go on little dates like this without ever saying it’s a date, but each time you get closer to kissing until FINALLY you’re the one that breaks and kisses him goodnight…. hakyeon’s like ;^) because he’s totally been teasing you the whole time and wanted to make you kiss him first hehe

after that u guys are “””officially””” dating but he explains to you that his line of work isn’t….great and he doesn’t want you being in danger so it’s not official official you know?

he hires a new cleaner because he feels weird about having you be his worker and you’re like “you’re not going to seduce them too are you? because i doubt they would be cool with you killing someone in front of them”

and hakyeon’s like of course not~~~ i only have eyes for you~~~ as soon as i realized you used my favorite dish soap i was hooked~~~

he not so secretly pays off some of your student loans and ur like ummm wtf take it back i’m not your sugar baby ,,,,,, and he’s like i never really paid you enough for not ratting me out to the police consider this your blackmail money

when he finally tells you what his actual occupation is ur sorta like, yeah i figured

really unnecessarily flirty in public and especially annoying so when his gang members are around ,,,,, like ken so much as breathes your way and hakyeon is like I Am Your Boss. which half pisses you off because he knows you wouldn’t cheat but half makes you very attracted to him

you make him put up pictures in his room which he wouldn’t do for anyone else but he wants to have pictures of the two of you around for when he can’t see you

you’re pretty much the only one who can beat hakyeon in a fight of any sort because as much as he pretends he isn’t and teases you for liking him so much…. he’s very whipped for you …..

because ever since he got into crime he figured no one would ever love him the way you love him… but you see past the illegal stuff and really care about the person he is and he would do anything to make you happy and safe

#vixx scenarios #vixx imagines #n scenarios #hakyeon scenarios #vixx #hakyeon #💌#he attacc.....he protecc........#long post #for anon!!!!

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smutmylifeup · 7 years

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Druken Stupor - Part Two (SMUT).

Anon Request: Erika Matsuda (KBTBB) x MC

‘YOOOOO, how about an Erika fic? Can be a ficlet if you like *wiggles eyebrows*’

Author’s note: This was much harder than I expected to write. And I would just like the thank @hifftn @smile-smile-ichthys and @whatdoyouexpectthistime for the help in writing this. Without them I may not have completed it. Apologies it took so long. Anyway, I hope your enjoy nonnie.

“Fuck, shit, fucking shit fuck, shit a brick and fuck me with it. Fuck.”

______ dropped her phone as if it burnt her. Her brain throbbed and she wanted to fall so deep into the depths of the Earth’s crust she evaporated into nothing.

After previously thanking her drunk self, she now cursed her with so much hatred – she may as well have murdered herself. What in the world was she thinking? At what point was texting Erika considered a good idea?

It wasn’t.

______ dreaded to think what she had written and hoped to a God she didn’t believe in that whatever she sent wasn’t readable thanks to her drunken stupor.

She picked up her phone again, delicately like she’d wake up a dragon if she was too loud or forceful. She didn’t want to know what she had said, but she needed to know. She needed to know if she needed Mamoru to fake her death and give her new identity and move out of the city or to actually have Soryu throw her into Tokyo bay.

Both those options sounded good right now.

But then again, Mamoru wouldn’t be awake long enough to be of any help to her and Soryu wouldn’t help unless it benefitted him and the Ice Dragons.

Assholes.

Unlocking the screen once more, ______ looked at the little windows of text conversations. Erika’s name wasn’t in bold but it may as well have been since it was the only thing she could focus on.

With what little bravery she owned, ______ opened the conversation.

‘Errika. I drunk nd wisjh you were here. I know you haaate me but I can’t help but like you,,. Ur so cqute and smart and pretty and amazingg. A guy in the club keeps hiotting on mee but all I can thjnk boutt is u nd wishingd it was u.’

What. The. Fuck.

Not only was is a confession (sort of) of her feelings towards Erika, it was like a drunk love-struck teenager wrote it.

______ dropped her phone again and buried herself into her bed. Throwing her duvet over her head and blocking out the entire world.

Out of every stupid thing she’d ever done, including breaking that statue that got her sold at a black market auction, this was at the top of the list.

Her mind was racing of ways to get out of this and none were logical. She would have to face Erika and if she had told her little sheep – Rina and Kana or anyone else for that matter, it was going to be all over Tres Spades like wildfire.

Which of course meant the Auction Sponsors would hear of it too and on top of having to deal with her co-workers teasing, she’d have to deal with theirs too.

And they were merciless.

The only semi-reasonable answer came to her as she felt bile rise up into her throat and threw herself out of bed and headed to her bathroom. The remnants of last night’s alcohol and some form of food she’d either bought or made herself before she fell asleep emptied from her stomach and into the toilet.

Once she’d spewed up everything inside her, she dragged herself back to bed and picked up her phone again and dialled Kenzaki’s number.

“Good Morning Mr Kenzaki, sorry to call you so early. And I know it’s my day off but I don’t feel well, I think I’ve got that sickness and fever bug that’s been going round,” ______ was thankful that she sounded as sick as she felt despite it being because of a hangover. “I don’t think I’ll be able to come into work for the next few days, I don’t want to make any of our guests sick.”

Kenzaki was as understanding as she knew he would be. Of course he would probably double check to see if Eisuke was okay with her taking a few days off but even Eisuke couldn’t argue that making someone sick work was unfair and bad for business.

After hanging up and texting Chisato and Sakiko to check on them – both of which were safe albeit with raging hangovers, ______ threw her phone as far away from her as she could and was silently thankful that it landed on an armchair on the other side of the room as she resumed her previous cocooned state.

She refused to leave her bed for the next two days at least. Or until it no longer made her stomach flip when she thought about seeing Erika.

Two days wouldn’t be enough for that.

Her day off passed, thankfully ______ managed to sleep for most of that day giving her a chance to avoid her thoughts.

The next day was spent tidying her already immaculate room. Being a maid had its advantages, her room was always spotless but luckily, _______ found little things to do to keep her mind preoccupied.

She had a brief visits from both Chiasto and Sakiko between their shifts – she hadn’t told them what she had done and played the role of sick very convincingly in her opinion.

After her whole, ‘I’m not telling her how I feel’ conversation at the club she wasn’t about to tell them she’d actually done it while drunk. This whole thing was blown out a proportion really and she was being really childish but she couldn’t help it. The embarrassment was nauseating.

The day after, Baba showed up at her door – medicine, flowers and some homemade soup in hand.

“Pretty lady, I’ve missed you!”

Baba pushed past ______ and went straight into her room as if he owned it.

“You mean you’ve missed teasing me,” ______ rolled her eyes as she shut her door. “What are you doing here Baba? I thought you were in Europe for a while?”

“I heard our Princess was sick and rushed back to nurse her back to health.”

Baba chimed already looking for a vase to put the flowers in.

______ wished she’d fallen for Baba’s charms, at least they’d be reciprocated even if it was just for a while.

“Thanks Baba. How’s everyone in the penthouse?” _____ said.

Watching Baba use her kitchenette like it was his own.

“It’s a total sausage fest without you,” Baba pouted and his voice sounded genuinely sad. “Don’t tell them I told you this but they all miss you. Even Boss refuses to let another maid into the penthouse to clean because he only trusts you.”

At this ______ laughed out loud.

“There is no way that’s Eisuke’s intention. He’s just letting it get dirty so I have double the work to do.”

“Well, that will be his excuse. But we all know his heart isn’t made completely of stone. And he has a soft spot for our Princess.”

Baba winked as he placed the vase on the coffee table.

______ ignored him and focused on the flowers instead.

“Thank you, Baba. They’re beautiful. How did you know Pink Hydrangeas were my favourite?” _____ said admiring the flowers from where she stood.

“You’ll be surprised how easy you are to read, Princess,” Baba continued about his routine and went back to put the soup in the microwave. “Like how you really aren’t sick, you’re just avoiding something or better yet, someone.”

Baba peered over his shoulder at _______ and watched her eyes look anywhere but his own.

“I hope it isn’t Me.” he continued.

“Of course not Baba. Out of all the Auction Sponsors, you’re the only one I like being around for longer than five minutes.”

Baba seemed to relax a little after hearing this. Even though he had no idea what he could have done to make ______ avoid him in the first place.

“Well, if it’s not me, then who?” Baba pried.

“Do I really have to talk to you about this? It’s so damn embarrassing.”

“No you don’t but we’re friends and I want you to rely on me.”

Baba turned himself fully towards, ______ after he set the timer for the soup to reheat.

“We are friends, in some weird, twisted Stockholm syndrome way,” ______ chuckled fully aware that she is only ‘friends’ with any of them because of the whole Auction catastrophe. “It’s ridiculously childish and embarrassing. So if I tell you, please do not tell the others?”

“You can hand me to Ayase personally and I won’t put up a fight if I break that promise.”

Baba took his hat off his head and placed it over his heart and bowed slightly as if to reiterate his sincerity.

She knew she could trust Baba, despite how flaky he could be – he wasn’t one to go shouting other people’s business from the rooftops.

Sighing, ______ motioned for Baba to take a seat as she got two bowls out from a cabinet and two spoons from the draw. Then getting the soup ready once it had reheated, she too joined Baba at her small dining table.

Baba was patient and attentive – smiling faintly as if to encourage her to speak when she was ready. Damn that Thief, he was always so charming and sweet.

“Okay,” ______ started, blowing on her spoon before slurping at it. “Damn Baba this is some good soup. You’ll have to teach me your secrets to cooking one day.”

Baba looked at her as if to say ‘Stop changing the subject and get on with it.’ Although he did it a little kinder way than that.

“You know Erika, right?”

Baba nodded.

“Well, I may have text her when I was drunk the other night.”

Baba ate some of his soup and then placed his spoon back in the bowl and sat back in his chair slightly.

“What did you say to her that makes you want to avoid her?”

“I kind of, have, y’know feelings for her. And it was a drunk confession text.”

_____ spat out the words as if it was phlegm. The taste of the soup suddenly becoming very bitter.

“Well that explains why you always say no when I ask to take you on a date.” Baba chuckled.

“If you’re implying that the reason I turn you down is because I’m gay, you couldn’t be more wrong.”

_____’s brow furrowed, slightly irritated by Baba’s closed mindedness about how having feelings for a girl immediately meant she was instantly a lesbian.

“That’s not what I meant, Princess. If I had feelings for someone, I wouldn’t want to go on a date with another woman. Even if it was to get over her.”

_____ sighed again, trying to let her defences down.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t know how to handle this, I know she doesn’t like me. It’s plain as day to see. And for whatever reason while I was drunk, I thought it was a good idea to tell her.”

Baba nodded, letting her continue.

“It’d be fine if we didn’t work together. I would probably never see her again. But facing her and the pure and utter freaked out and disgust on her face. I just don’t want to see that.”

Giving it a moment, possibly thinking of the best way to approach this situation, Baba leant forward and took ______’s hand that was resting on the table into his own.

“How do you know that’s how she is going to react though?” Baba started. “People wear masks all the time, she could be wearing the exact same one you were wearing before you text her.”

______ just shook her head.

“Erika is very clear about what she thinks of me – over-privileged, not deserving of my penthouse position – which is kind of true, unattractive and stupid.”

This talk with Baba was doing anything but make her feel better.

“If you were undeserving of your Penthouse position, Boss would not have given it to you,” Baba pondered but decided against saying what he wanted to. “Well if you’re sure that’s how she sees you, why are you holding onto this? You know this is all just speculation. You never know maybe the number is incorrect or she blocked you.”

“So you’re hiding for no reason. You have to face the rejection one way or another and then move on. Of course, it’s easier said than done but I’ll be here every step of the way to help you get over this. And the date offer still stands.” Baba winked.

______ chuckled. Of course Baba was right. This was childish and stupid and there was no point in running away. He was a man of wisdom. You wouldn’t think so by how flighty he is.

“You’re right. Not about the date though. You have too many girlfriends, I would get jealous.”

Baba feigned a dramatic offended look. Clutching at his heart as if ______ had plunged a sword through it.

After that, Baba went back to being his usual flirty and charming self. Chasing ______ around her dorm like a horny teenager. It was all in good fun though, he was trying his hardest to cheer her up and it was working. She was giggling and smiling like he hadn’t seen her do in weeks.

He would have stayed until she fell asleep if it wasn’t for Eisuke ringing him and demanding his presence – of course after sufficiently checking that ______ was well.

Baba purposely put him on loud speaker just to prove to _______ that he did in fact care about her. It was hard for the giggles to be contained but there was no way she wanted to embarrass Eisuke, she didn’t want to imagine what happened to the last person who tried.

After all, her and Baba had just come to the conclusion she was going to be brave and she couldn’t be brave with Eisuke and his power looming over her like a dark cloud.

After an abrupt and unnecessary but totally Eisuke hang up, ______ escorted Baba to the door.

“Thank you for today Baba, it means a lot that you came to see me.”

______ smiled, a warm and grateful smile.

“Anything for you, Pretty Lady,” Baba opened the door. “Just remember what we talked about, just call my name and I’ll appear.”

Baba was about to turn to leave but ______ threw herself at him, encircling him in a hug – after everything he’d done for her today, it seemed like a good way to express how truly grateful she was for the fruitful Thief.

“Woah.” Baba said.

Trying to keep his balance before securing her in his own embrace. They stood like that for a few seconds, relishing in the warmth of their friendship.

“If you don’t let go, Princess, I may not be able to be a gentleman anymore.”

At hearing this, ______ instantly let go and chuckled when she saw Baba’s cheeky grin as he waved his final farewells.

She watched a few seconds before closing the door and heading into her now empty dorm.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

What had Baba forgotten, this time?

“Baba, if you’ve come back for another hug, I’m going to-“

______ started as she opened the door prepared to see the smile that left her only moments ago. Until she was greeted with a pair of beautiful frowning brown eyes.

Her throat instantly became dry, her heart stopped for a second only to start beating so fast and hard it could break through her ribcage. Her brain was screaming to shut the door but her hands wouldn’t move.

Erika stomped into ______’s room without being invited – much like Baba but with a darker aura. Throwing the door shut out of ______’s grasp as she strode past.

Oh fuck cock sucking shit. When she decided to face her problems, she wasn’t expecting it to be right this second.

“Are you gonna face me or are you just going to be a little chicken?”

______ cringed, she could taste the venom in Erika’s voice and it was deadly. As if she was a rabbit staring into the eyes of a cobra, ______ somehow through some mystic force turned herself around.

“So, is that how you play? You send a drunk confession text to me, call in sick at work – when you’re clearly not sick at all and then two days later you’re throwing yourself into a man’s arms. And a VIP from the penthouse no less. I bet you slept with Mr Ichinomiya and Mr Kisaki too to get the penthouse position.”

Snap.

Everyone has a breaking point. You would have thought ______ would have reached hers with Erika a long time ago considering how much of a fucking bitch she was 24/7.

But for whatever reason – patience and a fear of confrontation mainly, ______ had bitten her tongue. However, now with her mind up to move on, there was no reason to hold back anymore.

“Erika, you have two options,” ______ snarled, matching Erika in ferocity. “You shut the fuck up and let me speak and you don’t speak until I’m finished or you get out, right now.”

______ looked up, the rabbit staring the cobra back into its basket.

Whether it was her tone and words or wanting to know what ______ wanted to say. Erika stood in silence but not without giving and exaggerated eye roll as she crossed her arms.

“First – I have not slept with a single person who is a resident in the penthouse but I wish I had considering that’s clearly how little you think of me and my work capabilities.”

Fire had practically engulfed _______. She was seething with anger, why had she wasted so much energy and sadness on a girl who was so horrible?

“Secondly – Baba was here to see me because he is my friend. Thirdly – You might be right about me not being physically sick but mentally I’m as sick as they come for falling in love with an absolute bitch like you.”

It felt good to say these things and also fucking harrowing. She wanted to take them back but she knew Erika deserved them, needed to hear them. Then maybe the next person who tries to get close to her stands a better chance than ______ ever did.

There was a silence, just the sound of ______’s heavy anger breathing echoing around the room.

“I’m done.”

_____ growled looking away and trying to keep her angry tears at bay.

“You’re done? Finally, because I have some things to say to you, too!”

Erika matched ____’s anger and spirit, glaring in her usual way.

“First, you might not be a complete failure at your job, but we all know that it was not your turn to get the penthouse, so there’s something going on and you can’t blame me for going with the most obvious explanation. I bet they all want to fuck you after all. Hell, I would!”

She uncrossed her arms and jabbed her index finger against ____’s collarbone.

“Second, that guy is a manwhore, I see him with a different girl practically every day! Excuse me if I’m worried about you. I won’t do that again!”

Her words dripped with sarcasm, but their meaning was what made ____’s eyes go wide.

“And third, I’m not a bitch and you falling for me is just natural. I’m a goddamn catch and you better own your every word now or I swear I’m going to make your life hell if you’re just toying with me!”

“What?”

______ blinked almost in slow motion – her anger suddenly turning into frantic butterflies in her stomach.

“What?” Erika asked back. “Are you really that dumb?”

______ bit her lip as she watched Erika recross her arms. How do you respond to something like that? After deciding to ‘give up’ on this pathetically one sided infatuation. That could possibly be not so one sided?

No, she couldn’t let Erika tease and taunt her feelings so easily. There was one way to see if this was genuine. And the rejection would kill her but this conversation was a battle of the hard heads and was clearing getting them nowhere.

Raising her arms, _______, reached out and cupped Erika’s face.

Erika’s dropped from their crossed state but didn’t stop ______ as she moved her face towards her own.

Eyes were locked until only a centimetre was left between their lips and naturally fell shut.

This was not how ______ imagined kissing Erika to be. It was good, she tasted so much sweeter than her salty personality. But with how controlling Erika was about everything, she was surprisingly submissive and let ______ dominate the kiss.

Their mouths moved in sync, like they’d been practicing for this precise moment and disconnected in the same motion.

Well that was something that would probably give ______ wet dreams for a while. Kissing Erika was like rainbows and puppies or it was until her eyes opened and Erika was glaring at her.

And there goes that one second of bliss.

“You call that a kiss?” Erika growled and shoved her hands away from her face only to step closer and wrap her own arms around ______’s neck and whispered, “This is a kiss.”

Not having a moment to think before Erika’s lips were upon her own, ______’s eyes watched the woman she’d dreamed of kissing for months put all her effort into giving her a kiss she’d remember for the rest of her life.

When Erika’s tongue poked out her mouth and licked at her bottom lip, _____ whimpered and her eyes fell shut.

In true voltage MC style, _______’s mind went blank and hazy. This was how she imagined her first kiss with Erika to be. Slightly forceful but not unreciprocated, soft and deep, warm and sweet.

_____ let her arms fall to rest of Erika’s hips and in response Erika pushed herself into her. Their bodies bucking and grinding slightly into each other in sync with the pace their tongues were creating.

It wasn’t long till they found themselves breathing heavily, their skin starting to slick with sweat and the growing heat in abdomens becoming unbearable.

It was Erika who made the next move. Dragging _____ backwards towards the bed but refusing to break the kiss.

There was part of ______ that was still insanely terrified, like at any second Erika was going to shout ‘SYKE’ and run away laughing and make it an embarrassing memory for her.

But the most parts of her were just desperate to kiss more, touch more, and taste more.

And she would.

The robe ______ was wearing over her nighty was brushed off her shoulders with minimal effort. The straps of her nighty flicked off her shoulders and the entire garment pooled around her ankles.

Their kiss was broken but Erika didn’t stop to admire her, instead choosing to remove her work uniform with well-practiced hands. _______ watched with a new admiration for her crush, Erika clearly removed her work uniform everyday with no troubles but there was a slight fumble of her hands like she was nervous or excited.

Or both.

After the added seconds of her unsteady hands, Erika was naked too. In all her natural glory, perfect, pale, smooth and soft – which was pretty hard to believe considering her cactus like exterior.

“Are you seriously just going to stand there and gawk?”

Perhaps it wasn’t possible for Erika to speak in a tone that wasn’t condescending or rude. Her cheeks gave away her embarrassment at being stared at with complete awe whilst being completely naked though, along with clutch of her arm against her chest.

“I would if you’d let me.” _____ said.

She did the opposite though, stepping towards Erika once more and gently pushing her down on the bed. She knew that she wouldn’t own the control for long, not that she minded. She was hopeful that this wasn’t going to be a onetime thing and maybe as their relationship progressed Erika would relinquish that control gradually.

Until they were on equal grounds.

Although ______ was the one to initiate the next move, like expected Erika was quick to get back into control as she pulled ______ down too and onto her back. And the she leaned over her and kissed her.

Each kiss seemed to get better than the last. More emotion seemed to seep out of each woman and into the other.

The longing, the frustration, the angst, the sadness.

It all seemed to wash away with each brush of their lips. But they still felt exactly how hard this whole time had been for the both of them. And that made them all the more ravenous.

Erika was quick to go further than kissing. She’d pressed her lips to each bit of _____’s exposed skin as she could, reaching her chest – was when she introduced her tongue. Leaving a wet trail down to her breast and nipples.

She expertly sucked her right nub into her mouth and circled it with her tongue. ______ gripped onto the bedsheets, her moans coming out in shallow breaths.

She switched to the other nipple and applied the same technique not allowing it to be neglected. After sufficiently making them hard and pert – Erika moved down ______’s stomach.

Her heart had already been beating wildly but right now it was like a hamster on a running wheel on steroids. Her breathing got heavier as she watched Erika descend between her thighs, only adding a little pressure to push them further apart.

She was nervous, but her excitement was more evident.

She could feel Erika’s breath on the wetness she’d created. And it sent ______’s body to litter with goosebumps.

Erika looked at _______ from where she lay – as if to check this is really what she wanted. But Erika didn’t need a verbal answer to know, one fiery look from _______ was all it took and she dove in.

The first swipe of Erika’s tongue against her clit was other worldly, the second was heavenly, the third was pure sin. It was the perfect mix of roughness and softness.

_______ didn’t think the pleasure could get any better, but then she felt a finger circle her wet glove.

She gasped, and buried her head back into the pillow.

Erika was patient and waited until she had relaxed again until she started to press it into her pussy. She was slow, almost torturously so. But Erika was tentative in her actions, watching _____ every second as so not to cause her any discomfort.

Once her finger was all the way in, she gave ______ a moment to get used to the feel. While she knew ______ probably wasn’t a virgin, she didn’t want to hurt her physically and add to the emotional pain she’d already caused her.

When her breathing had steadied a little, Erika began to move her finger, curling it in a come hither motion several times to stimulate her walls before she began to thrust in and out of her. Her tongue went back to engorging her clit.

The motions were fluid and well practiced as if she’d done this before but ______ chose not to let her jealously ruin this moment and focused on the pleasure rather than how she got this good.

Erika sucked at her clit as she added a second finger, filling her up way better than she thought possible.

“Oh god.”

_______’s hand slipped into her hair and pushed Erika’s face as far as humanly possible into her heat. She could feel the pressure building in the pit of her stomach and her hips automatically began to grind against her fingers and tongue.

This was the fastest she’d ever come round to her orgasm. Erika seemed to know exactly what _____ liked, how much pressure and how fast to devour her.

Or maybe it was the array of emotions that made her super sensitive. Not that it mattered.

Erika used her free hand to lace her fingers through ______’s hand that was still gripping tightly onto the bedsheet. This was more romantic than ______ thought Erika could be and she sobbed out another moan.

In the midst of ecstasy, _______ blanked. Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut, her mind flashed with Erika’s face. It was almost like she was an angel at the end of the tunnel but the shiver in her limbs and the feel of Erika still inside her and licking at her clit was enough to remind her this was all real, she wasn’t dead and it wasn’t a dream.

She gasped out Erika’s name and moaned it several times after when her orgasm began to let go of the hold it hand on her body. Her extremities relaxed and she lay like a rag doll, albeit a content one.

She wanted to reciprocate, to show Erika the same way how she made her feel but she needed a moment to gain some strength back.

“That – That was so much better than I imagined.”

She managed to say as Erika detached herself from ______. She crawled her way back up to her and laid on her chest.

“You’ve been imagining it? What a pervert.”

Her tone was flat but there was a playful edge to her words and that made _____ smile.

“I don’t need to imagine it anymore.”

_____ wrapped her aching arms around Erika. One stroked her hair and the other traced up and down her spine as her own heart began to beat normally again.

There was a sensual undertone to her touch and it didn’t go unnoticed by Erika. And she sighed

“I need to go back to work,” Erika said but she made no attempt to leave _____’s embrace yet. “Thanks to a certain someone, I’m left doing the late shift tonight.”

______ felt guilty, the way she reacted to this whole teenage situation was extremely, well – childish.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t handle this very well.”

Her apology was sincere.

“Yeah, you can make up to me by bringing you’re A-game tomorrow. And don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you.”

Erika said as she looked up to ______. Who chuckled as she bopped Erika on the nose with her finger.

“I’d be upset if you didn’t, it’s one of the things I really like about you after all.”

Erika buried her face in ______’s bosom at the unashamed way she now expressed her feelings. And _____ couldn’t help but find it so insanely adorable.

“Right, I’m going to work now.” Erika said.

She untangled herself from ______ but there was a reluctance there that made her movements less graceful that usual.

“You better be awake by the time I’m finished.”

_______ cocked her head, unsure as to why she’d need to be awake so late in the evening.

“If you think I’m finished with you, you really are as dumb as you look.”

If Erika had said that to her before this who story, ______ would have taken it to heart but the slight smirk and flames that danced in Erika’s pupils as she stared at her meant something else and ______ blushed, not expecting Erika not to be quite so forward.

This was going to be a roller-coaster of a relationship – especially since they hadn’t discussed what this encounter made them. But right now, neither wanted to label this special relationship they had. That would come in time, when they grew to trust each other entirely.

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