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words-for-holland · 4 years

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Quarantine Series: Birthday Date Night

Summary: It’s Y/N’s birthday, but Tom faces a slight problem. How does a boyfriend top off an accidental proposal while his girlfriend is working on her birthday...again!

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A/N: Sad to say that Quarantine Series may end real soon with 3 more parts to go 🥺. Also this was inspired by my birthday which just happened fairly recently! Thanks for all the support!!

“Tom, mate. You’re pacing back and forth is making me dizzy.” Harry warned Tom, as he lied down on his bed, laptop in hand.

“Sorry, but I don’t know what to do! Y/N’s birthday is in a few days and I have absolutely no plan.” Tom reasoned as he plops on the couch across from Harry. “I mean I already blew the proposal which was supposed to be her birthday gift, but thats gone to shit.” He mumbled, biting his thumbnail.

“Just be happy she said yes.” Harry chuckled as he recalled the day. “I mean has she given any hints? You know Y/N, if there’s something she really wants, she’ll tell the whole world.”

“I know, but she hasn’t said a word and everytime I do ask her, she says ‘I dont know.’”, Tom groans as he rubs his temples. “I just want to do something really nice for her.”

Harry rolls his eyes as he continues shopping for his gift for Y/N. He and Y/N always loved to share memes and compete in board games, so it was only fair he’d get her an exclusive edition of Exploding Kittens. The one with a hard cover box, that plays mariachi music when you open it up. To be fair, he also really wanted it too, so imagine all the rounds they could play in a single day. “You always say this every year, but ever year you always deliver. I don’t know what you’re so worried about.”

Tom sits still to ponder on his brother thoughts. “Yeah..Yeah I guess. Maybe I could take her out for a picnic lunch date. I know she’ll love to get out of the house. I’ll ask her to take off on Friday and it’ll be perfect!” He plans excitedly. He stands up, proud of his well thought out plan, already thinking of the perfect place to settle, the blankets to bring, and the smooth moves he’ll plan to swoon her away. It was completely foolproof.

Just two days before, Y/N displays a noticeable frown on her face. Sludging through the house, only made Tom drop his smile twice as fast when he noticed. “Hey, darling is everything all right?” He asked with worry written all over his face. Deep down, Tom prayed, hoping it was just something she liked was sold out or that she found out the ending of Hamiliton or something..anything but...

“My boss needs me to work Friday. Apparently they think it’s a great idea to put me as the President in charge of IT while he’s out.” Y/N says in a disappointing tone. “Im sorry, I know you wanted me to take off and I definitely wanted to for my birthday, but I guess it’s not happening.” Y/N’s heart feels heavy as she sees Tom’s equally disappointed face. “I did ask for Monday off, so whatever it is you planned we can do it then!” She mentioned, trying to cheer him up.

Tom let out a sadden sigh. He knew it wasn’t her fault, but of all days? Right when he was about to leave for Berlin in less than 4 days? Right when he and Y/N could spend another birthday together? At this point Tom felt like a hopeless man, as he stood in front of his girlfriend, who showed remorse and sorrow. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, and lips forming into that adorable pout that he could not resist. It almost made him smile, but only a little. “I know, but its not the same! You’re turning 24 and you have to work? Can’t you make some excuse?” He asks coming closer to her, smiling mischieviously.

Y/N’s brows knit together as she cautiously observes Tom’s behavior. She knew that look, that smile, that little bite lip he was pulling. “Oh no. No. No. No.” she says repeatedly, resisting the charm. “Im not gonna make some excuse.”

Tom comes even closer, his face bending down a little to meet her eye level, smiling as he runs the very tips of fingers on her sides. “C’mon darling, break the rules a little. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He whispers kissing down her neck. “Please?”

Y/N looks up and away from those deep brown eyes, still resisting. “Tom, you know I can’t, no matter how bad I want to say yes.”

Tom draws a line up to her jawline with the tip of his nose. His breath warm against her soft skin. He hums and smiles, “Is your boss a fan of spiderman? What about his kids? I for sure remember you telling me Zach was a huge fan.”

Y/N laughs as she rolls her eyes, but she found it so endearing. The fact that he even remembered your boss’ kids’ name even though he’s probably caught a glimpse of them once or twice during her zoom meetings. “No. You are most definitely not using your celeb status to get me off from work.”

Tom shrugs his shoulders, as if it weren’t a big deal. He wasn’t one for flaunting his fame, but if it meant he could spend another day with Y/N, he would gladly use it. “Please...” he pleads one more time. “Just wanna spend time with my girl on her special day.”

Y/N thinks about it. She really did want to take off, and Tom’s efforts were quite convincing to say the least. It was only a matter of time before Tom would have to leave for Berlin, and Y/N wanted nothing more than to spend every minute with him. But Y/N also knew that if she didn’t do as she was asked by her company, the higher ups would probably have a bad impression of her or worse...fire her on the spot. Yet she knew her boss was also an understandable and chill guy. It wasn’t like she couldnt take off, just not when he’d be out at the same time, especially when she was asked to be in charge of the entire department.

Then, it hit her. She quickly excused herself out of the room to talk to her boss, and quickly came back to Tom with a smile on her face. Tom loved the way she smiled, and how her one little dimple formed on the right side of her mouth. He knew she was really happy, and he had just an idea of what it was. “You got the day off.” He answered excitedly.

“No.” Y/N responded, “But I did ask for half a day, so I’ll be free after 12.” Y/N continues as she comes closer to Tom, wrapping her hangs around his neck. “Hows that for a compromise? And I’ll do anything you wanna do for the rest of the day.”

“Good because you’re gonna love what I have in store for you.” Tom says, almost ready to brag about his well thought out romantic plan. He was ready to treat her like the queen she was on her birthday. How could anything go wrong?

On that faithful Friday, Tom woke up Y/N to many many birthday kisses. Reciting how beautiful she was, and how he couldn’t wait to celebrate with her. Reluctantly he had to let go, as she padded her way to the bathroom to get ready and head into her makeshift office for the next 5 hours.

Tom was all smiles, excited to take Y/N out. While everything felt like it was going according to plan, his mates had other news. “Ninety percent of thunderstorms?!” Tom exclaimed to his best mates in the kitchen.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a major storm out there. Probably the worse that London’s had in a while.” Tuwaine informs as he reads the news on his phone.

Tom became a stuttering mess not sure how to justify or ask how that could be possible when it was beautiful this entire week. “But...But...It’s so nice out now!” He says discouraged. “No, this ruins my entire plan.”

“Hey mate, dont be like that. You can still find a way to celebrate it. Maybe you can do something romantic inside?” Harrison offers. Thats when it clicked. Harrison smiles, knowning the answer to Tom’s problem. “Yeah..make a date night here. We can set up the living room to be all fancy like.”

“Yeah! Tuwaine Harrison and I can be your waiters and make your dinner. Then just leave you two alone to do whatever you want you want.” Harry suggests.

“Just please...don’t mess up the couch.” Tuwaine groans, thinking about the potential possibity. “Im getting grossed out just thinking about it.”

Tom looks at his mates, giving thought into the new back up plan. He smiles at the group saying , “Lads, I think we got a new plan.”

Its exactly three in the afternoon when Y/N logs off from her laptop. She looks up at the window to notice how dark and dreary it was outside. Thunder was booming, and rain droplets came down hard, splashing off the window. It was her favorite kind of stay-in weather, but she hoped it didnt interfere with Tom’s plans if they had anything to do with being outside. As she opened the door, Harry and Tuwaine greeted Y/N with their own gifts and hugs. They made sure, she got dressed up, and led her downstairs. “M’Lady, your fiance will be right out.” Harry says in the most posh accent he could muck up.

Y/N rolls her eyes, and the moment she sees Tom walk into the living room, her heart skipped a beat. He dressed up with a bouquet of flowers and balloons in his hand. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” He says. “You look so beautiful.”

Y/N takes the gifts from his hands, placing them on the table. She runs to Tom, kissing him passionately, savoring the sparks that came and left with every push and pull of their soft lips. “You had plans to go outside for my birthday didn’t you?” She teases.

Tom laughs, as he throws his head back. “Yeah...I was planning a picnic and everything, but thats why I made sure Plan B would just be as romantic.” He takes her hand as they sit down at the candlelit table, eating, drinking , and talking away about anything and everything. When it was sometime Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine brought out a cake that Y/N had only been fantasizing and drooling about since May.

“No way! How did you guys order it?! I thought they didn’t do international shipping for Milk Bar!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Actually..they didn’t. But the recipe was online and we made it ourselves, with Sam’s help of course.” Harry answered, as he placed the candles in the center.

Her jaw dropped for a good ten minutes as she looked at the rainbow sprinkled cake, and the fluffy white frosting that sit perfectly in-between the layers. The crumbs on top were surprisingly uniformed and formed a perfect circle border, she was very impressed with them. Harrison lit the candles as all the boys sang along...off key of course with hints of laughter coming off every other note. Tom moved to her side, placing his arm around the back of her chair and leaned in to place a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Make a wish darling.”

Y/N looked up to see her favorite people in the entire world, smiling. “I dont need to. Everything I could possibly want is right here.” Y/N quickly blew the candles out and everyone left with their fair share of the cake. It was just Tom and Y/N left. They quickly changed out of their fancy clothes and back into their sleep wear, ending the night with watching Stardust and cuddles in the dark. Y/N tries to look behind her to see Tom’s face, who in turn looked down at her. She smiled at him whispering, “I love you.”

Tom quickly leaned in to capture her lips before answering, “I love you too. Happy Birthday Y/N.”

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for-ests · 4 years

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Love It If We Made It: Oikawa x Reader (Part 4)

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sorry for such the long wait babies,, i hope you enjoy the finale :) ps i tried to edit this as best I could but im super busy pls understand

wc: 5, 194 warnings: smut towards the end

You could never openly admit it, but when Oikawa had suggested bringing you back to his house, you felt all your previous what-ifs and worries disappear. Without a proper acknowledgement, the memories of you and your afternoons spent in his backyard playing volleyball filled your mind the entire way back to his childhood home. It had been years, it had felt like an eternity, yet it also felt like it was yesterday.

Oikawa’s mother hadn’t aged a day. She was just as charming and youthful as before. When she watched you walk through the front door, her neutral expression switched into one of pure astonishment.

“Y/N?” She gasped, immediately setting down the kitchen utensils she was using to come and embrace you in a warm hug. It felt surprisingly comforting to be back in her arms. She looked the same as she had the last day you saw her. Just as beautiful and just as charming, her features clearly reflected through her only son.

“Rina-” You smiled, wrapping your arms around her just as friendly, like you had never spent a day apart. Truthfully, you were surprised--you hadn’t expected her to recognize you.

“How long has it been?” She gushed, pulling away to get a better look at you. “My, my… You have grown into such a beautiful young lady.”

“Hasn’t she?” Oikawa complimented, one of his hands reaching behind his neck to scratch it sheepishly. His movements were natural, as if he had discussed your impending arrival before.

In the corner of your eye, you noticed them share a look. A look that could be considered indecipherable, but one that you could tell was of approval. You had known them since you were a child after all. There was a probable chance that Oikawa had mentioned your name a couple days earlier.

“What brings you back here?”

Oikawa answered for you. “She’s managing the Karasuno volleyball team. Isn’t that great?”

“Really?” She cooed.

“Yeah.” You grinned.

“I didn’t even realize until I got there! Mama, it was crazy.” Oikawa chuckled, immediately clearing his throat once he realized you were staring at him with an unabashed expression. You had always found it adorable how much respect and love Oikawa had for his mother.

“But of course I beat her team to spite her.”

“I’m sure you did.” Rina chuckled, shaking her head in a form of apology for his ‘childish’ behavior. One thing that would never leave a man was their inevitable craving to win. Especially one that had been working all of his life to become the best. Oikawa had always believed he wasn’t born with natural talent, yet seeing him demand the entire court’s presence during your match was enough to make you roll your eyes. He was unbelievably talented. You knew he would go far with his gift.

“Well, can I make you something to eat?” She asked, taking a step back and gesturing to the kitchen. “Will you stay for dinner?”

You weren’t necessarily hungry, but when you glanced at Oikawa, the look in his eyes confirmed that you should agree regardless. It was obvious that his mother was keen on making dinner for you like old times.

“Of course.” You bowed your head slightly, grinning from ear to ear at her enthusiasm. “I would be happy to.”

Rina clasped her hands together in delight. Even Oikawa seemed surprised to see her so excited about something as simple as dinner. Unbeknownst to them both, Oikawa’s mother was just happy to see him bring home a girl. He only had one girlfriend before, but it was obvious that they weren’t going to last long. It had been to everyone, yet deep down inside Rina knew exactly what was going through her son’s mind. He had never paid attention to a girl like the way he had with you.

And the only thing Rina felt like she could do to help her son win your heart was to make you feel welcome in their home. She just wanted her son to be happy, and it was obvious that you could be the girl to grant her wish, one who had always been there.

“I’ll make a lot.” She said, already shuffling through the cupboards to prepare. “I know you must be hungry, Tooru.”

“I am,” He laughed. “Thanks Mama, we’ll be back down once dinner is ready. Just text me and we’ll come down”

“Yes!” She cheered. “Y/N, we need to catch up, okay? Tell me about the family and everything.”

For a moment, your heart seemed to drop down to your stomach. You wanted nothing more than to tell Rina that your family was as content as ever, that they were succeeding in their jobs, and that your brother had successfully graduated middle school. But none of that was true, that part of your life was currently in shambles, and you were piecing it back together piece by piece.

At least you had the Oikawa’s back by your side. You felt as if they were kneeling next to you, taking a portion of your burden and taping the pieces back together in places you couldn’t reach.

“Of course!” You replied through the best smile you could muster, which wasn’t much.

Oikawa noticed your smile lower. In reply, he set a comforting hand on the small of your back and led you down the hallway. It was his way of reassuring you that everything was going to be okay. Though his jersey still had a distasteful stench to it, you leaned into him.

“You don’t need to tell her about your brother if you don’t want to.” The boy whispered once the two of you were out of distance, the thick walls preventing any sound from admitting down the hall.

“I will.” You breathed. “Eventually, because she deserves to know. She was a family friend, and so were you.”

He nodded in reply, finally twisting the doorknob of his bedroom door. “I can’t wait to change out of these clothes!” He said louder than needed, perhaps to deflect any suspicions that his mother might have about your demeanor. Yet, what he said was suggesting enough, and you flushed with embarrassment.

“Nice one.” You giggled, reaching your arm out and smacking his bicep lightly. You were relieved to know that his mother probably didn’t know the extent of your rekindled relationship. She probably wouldn’t suspect anything suggestive to happen.

Yet… why did you care so much? It wasn’t like anything would happen, even if you wanted it to.

Taking a deep breath, you heard Oikawa switch the lock behind him.

Entering the threshold of Oikawa’s room was like you had entered a different world than what you had remembered from before.

It wasn’t a messy room, but it was cluttered. On the wall hung framed achievements he had been awarded throughout grade school. He even had a trophy shelf. The thought put a smile on your face, relieved to find that he was still the same competitive Oikawa you had loved years before.

You heard him shuffling through his dresser as you scanned his belongings.

His room didn’t contain much else, just the standard bedroom accessories. His desk was stacked high with textbooks and assignments. That was what originally drew your eyes to the piece of furniture. But what you found next brought potential tears to your eyes.

The single picture he had decided to frame was one of you.

“Tooru…” You breathed, voice immediately faltering. Without thinking, you reached for it, desperate to hold it between your fingertips. You remembered the day it was taken. You had been so overwhelmed to start eighth grade, yet for this picture, you smiled genuinely. That was because on your right was Oikawa, and on your left was Iwaizumi. In that moment, having them by your side meant everything. They had walked you to your classroom, proud of you for being accepted into the honor roll. They were proud even if it meant you would no longer be in their class.

“Has it been there all this time?” You asked, feeling his presence come from behind. Shivers cascaded down your spine from his proximity, yet your eyes remained on the photo. You were shocked to find it, so shocked that you had been in his memory this entire time.

What had ever happened to the three of you?

Life. You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing you could hold the rest of your tears in. You had already cried enough in front of him. There was no need to cry about something you couldn't change.

“It hasn’t moved for three years.” He whispered so softly you knew it wasn’t a lie.

Setting the frame back into its rightful place, you turned around to find Oikawa shirtless. For a moment, you were dumbfounded. But ever since Oikawa waltzed back into your life, there wasn’t an emotion he hadn’t provoked from you.

Possible questions were racing through your mind. Why would he keep that picture framed? Had he really been missing you all this time? If your face had been in front of him this long why did he never reach out to you?

Despite that, no words flew from your mouth. All you could do was reach out and set your arm against his chest. Observing that picture had caused your heart to soften. He had framed it, protected and cherished it. Maybe not you, but at least the memory.

Your entire body felt tender, so tender that it would be easy to admit what was on your mind.

“Tooru-” You finally breathed, your eyes flashing across the bareness of his toned chest. You wanted to look elsewhere but your eyes were drawn to him, your brain finally processing that it was your childhood crush that the body belonged to.

Oikawa’s hand reached up and rested against your jawline, tipping your chin up. His hands felt like ice against your burning skin. Normally he would crack a joke, possibly tease you for being so flustered. Yet, he reclaimed the silence in return. He felt the tension too, his own mind trying to picture what your body looked like underneath.

You needed him. You were gripping onto him by this point, almost begging for him to make the first move.

“I…” Oikawa faltered, relaxing slightly from your more than eager embrace. He hesitated, searching your eyes for an answer. “I kept this picture for all these years because I loved you. It felt wrong to throw it away, even if you were gone.”

You blushed, finally flashing your gaze away from his hypnotizing face. Your stomach flipped with butterflies under the touch of your best friend—a touch that felt familiar, yet so foreign in its unexplored way. He had never touched you like this before, so compassionate; yet laced with hunger.

Then, as you finally processed what he had confessed, your eyes widened. “What?—” You were cut off by his lips connecting with yours, engulfing your thoughts in complete and utter bliss. For a brief moment, your eyes stayed open, and through it, all your resistance disappeared.

You melted against his towering frame, succumbing to your desires. His lips mended perfectly with yours in motions that were so passionate you could hardly focus on breathing.

You clutched onto Oikawa’s arm to steady your weakening knees. His kisses became rougher, hungrier, more intense with each passing moment. You became drunk on the lips that you had waited so long for.

“I love…” You gasped, trying to pull away and accept his confession. “I love you too.”

“Good.” Oikawa curled his arm around your waist and pulled you onto his bed. You fell on top of him, a giggle escaping your lips. Your eyes flickered back down to his reddening lips, his position inviting you for more. But like before, Oikawa made the decision for you when his hands cupped your face and brought you towards him.

You had years of kissing to cover. And with each movement your lips made, your emotions heightened, begging for more, begging for all of him.

Lips refusing to disconnect, you shifted positions until you were straddling him. Oikawa groaned in response, the slightest movement from you causing him to grow hard. Instinctively, his hands moved from your face and latched onto your hips. The boy grasped them tightly, almost pawing in hopes that your clothes would fall away that easily. He wanted to take you as soon as he could, infatuated with you from day one.

You needed him. Every fiber in your being was pulsating for the urge to become one. The way he moved his hips in response to your contact relayed that he felt the same.

Refusing to contemplate if you should for another minute, you broke away from the kiss, saliva connecting your lips to his. Blushing, you gained a moment to breathe, cheeks tainted with evidence of your current, sinful state. You wanted more. But was now the right time?

Staring into your mystifying eyes was enough to give Oikawa his answer. Yes, the right time was now. “She won’t hear.” He whispered. “If you can be quiet for me.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. There was no way you could leave his bedroom without satisfying the sensual urge that filled every sense. You ran your hands through Oikawa’s chocolate curls, pulling him as close as you could, the make out session escalating faster than you ever would have thought.

Crawling out from underneath you, Oikawa beckoned you to switch positions. You obediently laid on your back, trying to avert your eyes in embarrassment as the boy you loved helped you out of your shirt. As both top garments slipped off your body, you felt the lustful heat creep back into your core, stimulated by the simplest action.

Having your chest exposed for the first time, Oikawa ravished the touch, letting his hands linger and brush against all the places you had never let him before. Even if he had always fantasized about doing so, nothing could compare to the reality.

Feeling the hotness of Oikawa’s mouth against your breasts almost caused you to moan out loud. How were you going to keep quiet?

“Shh…” the boy whispered against your skin, grinding his hips into your core for another distraction. He was enjoying himself as much as you were. “Be quiet.”

The hardness in his pants ignited something deep within you. It felt heavenly, the sexual contact so foreign from his hands, something you had wished for just as hard as he had.

But your breaths soon become muffled mewls of erotic pleasure as Oikawa bruised the sensitive spot on your neck. He moved his hands down to your thighs, rubbing softly and sensually.

"I want to see all of you..." He groaned against your skin, pulling his head away to stare into your own lust filled eyes, searching for any sort of conformation.

You were flustered, pressed entirely against his chest as he continued to play with your body. How could you say no? That’s what was racing through your mind as his hands snaked down your sides and over your panties. Before you could process his actions, you felt his fingers against your clit, fingers rubbing in soft, slow circles.

"T-Tooru..." You pleaded in short quick whimpers, not wanting him to stop grinding against the incredibly sensitive spot. No boy had ever teased you like this, with such tenderness and care.

Confidence surged through your veins at his touch, exciting you and sending waves of passion across your body. With the newfound feeling, you decided to please him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his face into your exposed chest.

"I want you inside me..."You whimpered, grinding against his fingers to display just how badly you were wishing.

"Fuck.. Y/N... don't say that..." Oikawa grunted, grasping hold of your chin to bring your lips back together with his.

Despite the heated tongue locking, Oikawa continued to massage between your thighs, trailing under your shorts and past your underwear, until he quickly inserted them. You moaned loudly, tears gathering on your eyelids from how blissful it felt. "P-please..." You whined, gripping onto his shoulders as your clit pulsed with heat.

The boy’s body was trembling just as much, the nerves finally setting in. All Oikawa wanted to do was please you, he wanted to do such a wonderful job that you were unable to think of anyone else. Though, no matter what happened, you would always think he was handsome, especially how apparent he made his emotions known, the sexual and the physical, his own composure coming undone against you.

Moving your hands forward, you touched his toned chest, your fingers exploring and caressing every muscle you could get your hands on. Oikawa relaxed at the desperation laced within your actions, his breathing faltering for a moment before he grabbed your hands and forced them against bed.

You stared deeply into his eyes, him doing the same. Take me. You pleaded silently. Do it before it’s too late.

The boy pinned you down, hovering over on one knee, not wasting another second to finally slide your panties down your legs until you were completely naked. You threw your head back at the contact of his hands caressing your breasts.

"You're so beautiful." Oikawa whispered huskily. Astounded, he pulled away his boxers, revealing his own assets. Before you could fully take in his length, you felt his cock poke against your entrance. Bucking your hips in response, your movements caused your breasts to brush against his abs. The feeling of skin on skin was almost enough to push Oikawa over the edge, his member twitching in desperation. He had never felt like this before, utterly shocked by his devouring nature.

He loved you. Oikawa couldn’t fight the attraction any longer. Now, there was no turning back. He had already resisted his entire life, waiting for the right moment until he was sure you could fully become his. He had put everything before you, yet now he wanted to put you first.

Without another second to pass, Oikawa abruptly pulled your naked body to the edge of the bed and smiled down at your flustered cheeks. All this for him. No matter what had happened in the time you were apart, he still loved you the same.

Though every subconscious thought throughout his teenage years had undoubtedly prepared him for this moment, he was still awestruck. Oikawa never could have guessed that he would have been in love with the same girl for his entire life, in love with you.

“Tooru…” You whimpered, tone evidently conveying embarrassment.

Despite the heat that pulsated between you and him, your legs unconsciously clasped back together at the sight of him, something you weren’t sure you could handle. What if you couldn’t please him? Everything you had ever wanted to do to him suddenly became a distant memory. You were frightened that he wouldn’t love you like he claimed afterwards. Exactly what had happened in your past relationship.

"Are you okay?" Oikawa called out soothingly, even though deep inside he was embarrassed by your reaction. His cold fingers pried your legs back open so he could touch you lovingly, tenderly. He only wanted to appreciate you and everything you had done for him.

“Yeah… “You nodded, wanting him to continue. Your thoughts were running ramped, wishing you could pour every emotion you had ever felt with him into this moment. You were going to move on from your past love, you were going to become a woman with the man you had always dreamt about.

Oikawa kissed your inner thighs, leaving long and lingering sucks that made you squirm with pleasure.... It felt so nice but you refused to let out more than gasps, refusing to reveal your intentions to his mother, a woman you had known your entire life.

Well, that was until the boy stuck his tongue inside of you.

You gripped the sheets in panic, never imagining how incredible the feeling could be. "Oh my god..." You whimpered, throwing your head back at the sensation.

Oikawa was simulated by your sounds, due to the speed his tongue licked and massaged against your clit. You grabbed his hair and pushed his face down harder, completely satisfied with how it felt. Yet you couldn’t stop with just this-- you needed more. You needed all of him. All your worries faded into the background noise along with the crinkling sheets and low groan of your lover’s baritone.

You closed your eyes for a moment, only feeling, only touching, only relishing in him. Your mind was filled with his bliss, his passion, his love.

"Make love with me..." You panted, eyes pleading for the high only he could give you.

Oikawa gazed down at your expression, his voice shaking from the pleasure. "Are you sure?" He didn't want to follow through with something you might regret, with something he could tell you had already regretted from the past with another boy.

"Just do it." You moaned at the feeling of your region dripping from a mixture of your cum and his saliva. And at that moment, it was the first time you and Oikawa came together as one.

"Tooru!" You cried softly, gasping in pain as his length penetrated your most sensitive spot. "Shit..." You cursed, squeezing his biceps for support as he slid deep into your throbbing cunt.

Through desperation of a high, you pulled him closer, desperate to hold onto something to ease the pain of his gigantic shaft, burying your face into the crook of his neck. At your moans, Oikawa thrusted deeper, relishing in the sensation of your walls tightening around him. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath, feeling on top of the world, feeling like he was in the dream he had always wanted to be in.

"Y/N..." He whispered your name in a strained voice, the veins in his neck popping out.

“Tooru…” Your breasts bounced up and down from his sensual movements, his ravishing desire threatened to push you over the edge. Allowing yourself to be consumed by it, you could hardly feel him paw at your chest, tilting your head back as your body became limp.

"Say my name again..."Oikawa groaned, his thrusts sliding deeper and his breath becoming heavier. "Nobody will hear you but me baby..."

Oikawa shoved himself farther, and tears of pain and pleasure streamed down your face. You were so flustered that you couldn't seem to focus on anything except the sound of his skin slapping against yours, suddenly paranoid that his mother might hear.

Praying that the door remained locked, you focused entirely on the moment you had been granted with your new boyfriend. All your fantasies were unfolding and you wanted to relish in them to their fullest extent. No more thinking about the past, he loved you the same, his consummation confirming as much.

Oikawa slid out and back in, and with one swift motion you felt your body convulse. "Ah!" You gasped, nails digging into his bulging arms wildly. "Tooru... Fuck!"

"Yeah..." Oikawa moaned, leaning down and resting his head in the crook of your neck. "Just like that baby..." He mumbled, the nickname sounding so dirty upon his lips.

"Tooru...” you repeated his name as if it was a dream, as if he might leave you at any moment. “I love you…” You choked out between gasps, the pleasurable feeling building stronger and stronger below your abdomen. You couldn’t take the heat any longer, especially as he called you baby. “I’m gonna cum…”

"Cum on me..." He groaned, knowing that it barely took anything to make you so weak and submissive to his touch.

You moaned loudly, squeezing onto Oikawa with all your might as you released yourself onto his thick cock. "Oh my god..." You whined, the pressure finally fading away so you could catch your breath, despite your climax Oikawa refused to stop.

He wasn’t finished with you yet.

"Fuck." He moaned, his forehead beating with sweat. "Keep moaning my name, I'll make you cum again."

"T-Tooru..." You drew him closer, bodies moving together in sync.

Your face displayed the sexiest, most alluring expression he had ever seen. Oikawa was breathless as he pumped in and out of you. He grit his teeth as the indulgence became unbearable, your walls contracting all around him.

Oikawa loved you... he was lost in your beauty. He wanted to marry you, he wanted you all for himself. Was this what love felt like? He could really get used to it...

"P-Please..!" Your moans snapped him back fully. You were scratching his skin, wanting to burst at the feeling he gave you. "Tooru..." You bit your lip, gripping his wrists as he reached forward to pinch your nipples.

Your breath hitched and you locked eyes for the final moment, you felt him twitch inside of you, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier. Your eyes widened, your back arching against the bed as you climaxed together. "Pull out!" You begged.

You didn’t want the penetration to end, but Oikawa pulled out at the last possible second, moaning as he coated your breasts with his cum.

"Fuck..." He drawled, watching your chest rise and fall slowly.

After finishing himself off, he collapsed on the bed right next to you, eyes closed, but a faint smile on your face.

He leaned over to kiss you gently. You were trembling, but kissed him back just as passionately as the first. "That was amazing..."

Oikawa exhaled in agreement, wishing this moment would never end. He almost forgot about everything that had happened. He really was lost in you.

"Will you help me? It's dripping..." You whispered, wiping the liquid off your breasts with a tissue. Oikawa immediately shot up from the bed to hold you, cheeks red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry..." He muttered, refusing to look you in the eyes as he wiped himself off of you.

"It's okay..." You giggled, kissing his cheek. "I loved it."

Loved. Oikawa’s heart began to beat faster, at this rate he could go for a second round.

You glanced at your clothes scattered around the room. "Was it supposed to be that good? I never imagined sex could be that good..."

"So I'm that great huh?" Oikawa teased, slipping his hands around your waist and dragging you back onto his lap. The repeated skin on skin contact caused your heart to flutter once again.

"The best I've ever had." You raised your eyebrows, scrunching your nose in response to the lighthearted chuckle that left his lips.

"But in all seriousness." He touched your face lovingly, and you instinctively leaned into the touch, grinning at him with flustered cheeks. "I think it's because we are made for each other."

Your eyes glistened with faint tears at the confession, a confession that would never be topped by another, that would resonate with your heart and soul for the rest of your life. Oikawa, your first and your last love.

"Me too."

After a couple more minutes of lazy kisses and playful wrestling, Oikawa slipped back into his clothes and retreated to the bathroom. Eyes trailing his stalking frame, you smiled.

Oikawa was finally yours, the one thing your heart had been craving your years. Now, the split through your heart was starting to mend. His touch alone, romantic or friendly, was enough.

Your boyfriend came back into the room, laughing. “You might want to fix your hair before we have dinner with my mom.”

Immediately flustered, you finished changing back into your outfit, straightening out any possible wrinkle that could indicate the passion that had just unfolded. You brushed through your hair with your fingers and applied some chapstick. All the while, Oikawa watched you from a distance, admiring the thought you put into your appearance for his family whether it was out of embarrassment or not.

You had always cared about him.

“You look great, there’s no need to worry.” Oikawa took hold of your hands, pulling you into his chest so he could envelop you in a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you…” You chuckled, squeezing him even tighter in response. “It feels good to finally admit how much I love you.”

Surely there would be moments where you would reflect on the past, yet, the turmoil was no longer at the forefront of your mind.

Your previous suffering was all worth it in the end now that you had found your happiness. A happiness that you knew would last a lifetime.

“Me too, Y/N.”

You had made it.

“Hi, Haru.” Your voice seemed loud as it contrasted against the silence of the graveyard. It was a chilly evening, yet Oikawa’s warmth enveloped your senses. You had never come to your brother’s grave with another. It never felt right to have someone intrude on the brief moments you would come to visit, where you would update him in hopes that he was watching your life unfold from above. Haru had been taken from the world far too soon, and now you were finally starting to come to terms with his passing, almost three years later.

Staring at his headstone would never not break your heart in two. No matter how hard you tried, you would never forget his youthful face, a face that never held animosity towards anything. It wasn’t fair, it would never be fair.

No child should die before their parents.

But now you had Oikawa by your side, the thought of talking over your younger brother’s corpse was bearable. Oikawa insisted that he help carry your burden, washing away your regrets and instead encouraging you to think of the future Haru would have wished for.

“You remember Tooru, don’t you?” You chuckled. “He misses you too.”

Oikawa stood next to you, grasping your hand for support. He really didn’t want to watch you cry, yet he realized it might happen. Over the years he had only watched you cry a handful of times, you were normally so strong.

“Haru,” You started, feeling Oikawa’s thumb over the ring on your finger. You smiled, using your free hand to wipe the tears gathering at your eyelids. “Tooru and I are getting married next month.”

“I hope you approve.” Oikawa whispered, releasing your hand with a saddening smile.

“Of course he does.” You managed to laugh. “I mean…He better. You always let him play with you and your friends.”

Oikawa stepped forward and knelt to set a bouquet of flowers against the headstone. “I wish you could be here, kid.”

Your fiance came back to your side and kissed your cheek. The hope that Haru was watching over you and Oikawa was enough to give you the courage to move forward. Another gust of wind rustled the trees above you, and through the commotion, came a bird to perch against Haru’s headstone.

Your fiance grasped your hand once more and pulled you away from the grave. “I love you, and so does Haru.”

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Strawberries and Chocolates

Pairing: JB x Reader x Yugyeom Genre: Fluff; Warnings: None!

You were in love with your childhood friend, Im Jaebum for as long as you can remember. But you have been keeping it a secret which slipped out one drunken night with him. Avoiding the awkward confrontation, you employed your neighbor Kim Yugyeom to pretend to be your boyfriend.

A/N: This is it! The ending you guys have voted for! No hate please! I wrote it as light-heartedly as possible, without hurting both of our leads. Enjoy reading and let’s support JUS2! ❤

Read: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Chapter 3 (END)

“Y/N!”, the old woman squealed in delight as she recognized your face when you approached closer. “My dear! I thought I’d never see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you again, Nana.”, you greeted and gave her a hug.

She hit JB’s hands who was holding the wheelchair she is sitting on, “This man didn’t tell me you’re coming to visit.”

“Well, I love seeing your surprised face, Nana.”, JB gave a mischievous grin at the old woman who held your hand tightly as JB pushed while you three walk across the garden of the facility.

“So tell me dear, how have you been?”, she asked.

“I’m doing great, Nana. Busy with work.”

“Are you already married?”

You and JB unconsciously looked at each other and you grinned, “No, Nana. I’m not married.”

“I already had two kids when I was your age. But I guess the times are different now. Even this old man here is still single.”, she tells you, gesturing at JB behind her. You laughed at her calling him ‘old man’.

“Oh!”, she suddenly clapped her hands as if she had an idea, “Since you both are single, how about you two get married?”

You gave an awkward laugh, but thankfully JB saved you from answering, “Nana, this girl here is off limits to me. And she already has someone to marry her. We’re just waiting for when that is. Right, Y/N?”, he said and suddenly turned to you.

You nodded awkwardly smiling, and he returned his focus to the old woman, “See? Don’t get your hopes up. We already are blessed with her visit today.”

The visit continued with a few more stories from JB’s grandmother. Some of which you already heard when you were younger, but you still enjoyed it nonetheless. You frequented her house when you were just kids and have been treated like one of her grandchildren, you didn’t know how much you missed her until you saw her again today. Apart from the marks of her age, she seems to haven’t changed much, still the same sweet, warm grandmother you cherish.

“Thank you.”, you tell JB on the other end of the phone that night as you get ready for bed.

“What do you mean? I’m the one who should thank you for visiting Nana with me.”

“I didn’t even realize how long since I’ve seen her.”

“She always asks about you whenever I visit.”

“I’m sorry for not keeping in touch.”

“Don’t be. You’re living well. Knowing that is already enough.” JB said, “Hey, do you want to listen to music?”

“Hmm?”, checking the clock, a little past midnight and you’re just laying in bed waiting for sleep anyway. So you answered, “Sure.”

“Hold on.”, you hear ruffles from the other end and a start of a music. “Hello? Are you still there?”

“Yup.”, you answer lazily.

“Can you hear the song?”

“Yup. It sounds good, what is it?”

“Best Part.”, he smiled, pleased that you liked it. “What are your plans, tomorrow?”

“Hmmm… Mark asked to accompany him to buy a gift for Kat. You?”

“Just work.”

You two spent the next hours talking about nothing and everything, with his song playlist in the background. Somehow you were happy, this is just like what you two would do during your teenage years.

“Sorry Nana had to make it awkward earlier.”, he suddenly mentioned.

“About us being together? Well, our ship has sunked when you got a girlfriend.”, you tried to laugh it off.

You heard him hesitate at the other end, “You left me first.”, his voiced quiet. As if he just spoke to himself.

There was a pause. And when you didn’t say anything, he diverted the conversation, “I should probably let you sleep now. Mark will be mad if you get late.”

“I’ll make sure to tell him that you’re the cause if I am.”

He laughed a little, “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, JB.”

“Honestly, you don’t even need me for this, do you, Mark Tuan?”, you asked when you were both sitting at the lounge area of the jewelry shop, waiting for his gift to be wrapped.

Mark just gave you a chuckle, “You got me. I actually just wanted to spend the day with one of my friends, is that bad?”

“Well you are going to marry Kat in a few days, so I guess that’s torture enough.”, you both laughed at your comment, “and you’re going to have to treat me to food.”

“Of course.”, Mark nodded.

After getting the gift wrapped present, you both are now walking around the mall with ice cream on your hands.

“Any warnings for me?”, Mark suddenly asked. “before I get married.”, he clarified. You can tell he had been thinking how to ask it ever since you saw each other that morning.

“About Kat? I don’t think you need any warning. You’ve been with each other for so long now. If there’s any flaws from her that would make you think twice about marrying her, you should’ve seen it by now, don’t you think?”

He nodded and smiled contentedly, and you added, “plus, there’s always divorce.”

And you both laughed out loud.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”, Mark tells you and pulled you closer, putting his arms around your shoulder. “If only you and JB had ended up together, we could’ve done a perfect double wedding!”

You laughed again, “That’s not my fault, your boy got himself hooked first.”

Mark got silent, “Can I tell you a secret?”

You pulled away from him to look at his face, “What’s up?”

“You’re actually the one who friend-zoned him.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Mark.” You said and resumed walking, taking a lick of the ice cream on your hand.

“Remember the night of your graduation and JB and I drove to your college to congratulate you?”, Mark began, “He was rehearsing all day on how to confess. But somehow that night on the party, we overheard you telling your college friends that he is clearly “just” your friend. And he’s like a “brother” to you.”

You looked at Mark again, trying hard to read if he’s lying.

“Swear to God!”, he raised his palm up.

Now, you remembered how JB said, “You left me first.” the night before.

You were suddenly brought back by Yugyeom snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“Are you okay?”, he asked before opening the instant noodle on his hand.

You were apparently zoning out, staring into space, the coffee that you’re stirring absentmindedly is now cold.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just…. Thinking.”, you say. You got up from the seat and went to the sink to pour out the cold coffee from your mug.

“Do you want to talk about it?”, Yugyeom asked, blowing on the hot noodles and slurping a few strands.

You sat down in front of him at your dining table.

“Mark said I friend-zoned him.”

Yugyeom curled his brows, “Does Mark like you?”

“No! I meant him! JB is him!”, you say frustrated.

Yugyeom nodded again, “And so?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to think anymore.”

“Well, as I told you before, it’s just up to you to decide if you want to be together or not.”

You pouted, “Clearly easier said than done.”

Yugyeom shuffled your hair, “Cliche as this would sound, just follow your heart.” Afterwards he got up and threw the cup of noodles into your trash. You didn’t notice it was barely half eaten. He left quickly without looking back.

It was only a few days away from KatMark wedding and it’s been awhile since you’ve heard from Yugyeom. You ended up oversleeping and getting late to work because noones knocking at your door early mornings. Your little apartment got quieter, too. You try to check up with him, but your call only gets routed to voicemails.

The day before the wedding, you finally decided to go straight to his apartment. You are about to knock on his door when you saw a beautiful girl standing outside his apartment.

“Excuse me, “, you say trying to get her attention, “Can I help you?”

“Oh, it’s you!”, she said. You tried to remember if you know her from somewhere but can’t seem to recognize her. “I’m one of Gyeom’s clients.”

“Clients…?”, you asked, puzzled.

“He was helping some of us strippers, to do stretching. Kind of like a therapy for dancers.”, she explained.

“Oh.”, you answered but is still confused.

“I think I got his phone charger by mistake so I’m just returning it.”, she said and handed you the charger from her bag.

“Okay,”, you replied, standing awkwardly.

“You really look lovely.”, She said and just looking at you, fondly. “If Yugyeom didn’t have a girlfriend like you, me and a few others would have humped him in a heartbeat.”

“Uhm... thanks.”, you thought maybe it’s part of the “pretend-boyfriend” you asked of him, which is why he said you’re his girlfriend.

“I’m sorry I acted like we know each other!”, she laughed, “It’s just that I’ve been his client for a year now and he always tells me about you and how in love you are with each other so it’s like I’ve known you for so long, too.”

This time your eyes widen in surprise, “… a year?”, thinking maybe you heard it wrong.

“Yup. A year of him telling me your stories. I can tell he’s really fond of you.”, she confirmed. “Anyway, I should probably leave. Just say hello to him for me, alright?”

She left, and you were left standing in front of his door.

You knocked a few times but clearly no one is there. Just when you need him the most. You needed answers. Clearly, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about your annoying neighbor. Why would he say you’re his girlfriend for a year now? Why would he say he has hook-ups and not doing dancer therapy? And why don’t you see him anymore?

It is now the day of the wedding. You were still half-hoping Yugyeom will show up at your door to keep his end of the deal. You were already dressed ready, staring at the clicking clock on your wall, waiting.

“Let’s give him five more minutes.”, you say to yourself.

And in just a few ticks, you heard a knock from your door. You got up and opened it quickly and was surprised to see JB standing on the other side.

“Hi”, he greeted.

When you didn’t say anything, he handed you a note, “Yugyeom asked me to give this to you.”

You opened the note to read it while JB showed himself in, sitting on the couch.

“Y/N, because I know you so well, I know you’re not going to do anything, so I made the decision for you.

I attended Mark’s bachelor party and talked to JB. I told him everything. How you asked me for a favor to pretend to be your boyfriend. How scared you are of what would happen to your friendship. He said he’ll take care of you, so you don’t have to worry.

I also wanted to say thank you. During the time we were acting, I was really happy. The truth is, I’m scared, too. I’m scared you’ll notice that I’m actually not acting. Because of that, I’m sorry I had to go away for a while.

But, this is all for the best, right? Now, you get to have your JB.”

You attended the wedding with JB, as each other’s date. You thought it was going to be awkward, but it isn’t. He still exudes that familiar air when you’re together, and you were comfortable.

You celebrated the wedding of your friends, touched by their personalized speeches, and cheered when they kissed at the end. At the reception, you danced with them. And you weren’t embarrassed. But in all of this, you think of Yugyeom.

You were lining up at the buffet and was in the desert area. There were two options for the cake, either you get the strawberry one or the chocolate one. Knowing your friends, they must’ve done this to get a truce since Kat preferred chocolate and Mark loves strawberries.

Without thinking, you got a plate of the chocolate one and sat in your table. You caught JB staring at you. “What?”, you asked.

He grinned, “I would’ve thought for sure you’re going to pick strawberries.”

You looked at the cake on your plate again, the brown chocolate flavored cake.

“Don’t you remember it’s always been our favorite? I clearly remember Kat the only odd one out of us to order chocolate every time we go out.”, he took a bite of his food, and added. “But maybe people’s taste differs over time.”

You were silent, remembering those times when you were in high school. The truth is, you love chocolates, you always have. You clearly remember you only pretended to like strawberries because JB likes it, too.

“JB…”, you say, “I wanted to tell you something.”

You confessed about the strawberries, but he just laughed it off.

“JB, that’s not all.”, you pouted. Clearly, your date doesn’t take your confessions seriously. “And this next confession is really big.”

“Y/N, you know there’s really nothing about you that would make me think twice about what I feel for you.”

When you’re still pouting, he sighed and put down the spoon and fork from his hand and gave you his full attention, “Okay, what is it?”

“I actually prefer dogs than cats.”

He laughed again, thinking of how cute you are. He couldn’t care less which you prefer. He will accept you whole-heartedly. He sighed when you’re still staring at him. He held your hand. “Y/N, I love you. You know that now, right?”

You nodded.

“Because I love you, I’m going to tell you this.”, he bit his lip. “Don’t you think you’re telling me all of these confessions to make me think twice about you, because you are the one who’s thinking twice about me? About us. About this.”

You froze up on what he said. But he continued, “Or… Maybe you’re already thinking of someone else.”

Inside JYP studio, an rnb song’s intro played, and Yugyeom started dancing to it, being immersed in the song, he has his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the song stopped, and he heard someone ask, “What do you mean you’re not acting?”

He opened his eyes to see you walking closer to him. “Why did you tell your stripper clients I’m your girlfriend when we still haven’t agreed to it yet?”

When you reached in front of him, you asked another, “Why did you go away?”

Yugyeom bit his lip. “How’s the wedding?”, he asked. “Shouldn’t you be out there, having dinner with your ‘actual’ boyfriend?”

“I’d rather be here.”

He looked at you, wondering what you meant. “Did you just waste the opportunity I gave you?”

“I can’t be with JB, Gyeom.”, you stepped a little closer. “I’d rather be with you.”

You hovered your lips above his, waiting. As if asking his permission if you can kiss him. He looked at your eyes, verifying if you meant it. Or if it’s real. In a heartbeat and without warning, he kissed you. Both your eyes closed, your hands reaching for his nape while his hands on your back, pulling you closer to him.

It was passionate, like you both have been thirsting for it for a while now. And it felt so good and so right. And it tasted even better than chocolates.

A/N: Vote result: Yugyeom - 23 votes; JB - 22 votes; It’s a close match, right? ^^ I’m actually very surprised. I would’ve thought JB would win by a landslide, but clearly I don’t know tumblr stans very well as I thought. ^^;

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