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buck-nialled · 3 years

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Undertow - S. Mendes (V)

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CH V: Working Woman

“Okay, your turn.” Shawn hands the pair of dice over to Y/N. “Just like I showed you, yeah?” The dotted cubes landed in her warm palm as she nodded. Curling the hand into a fist, like Shawn had done moments earlier, she rattled the dice around furiously in her clutch and even blew into the tiny hole at the top of her fist for, as Shawn deemed, “good luck”.

They clattered onto the game board moments later, revealing a collective five. She moved the metal ship that many spaces, as directed by Connor, and landed on the respective cube.

“Ooh, you get to draw a card,” Shawn said, gesturing to the neatly stacked pile of paper on the game board. With an equally excited grin, Y/N swiped the card at the very top and peered at it for a few seconds.

Tilting her head, she read off of the paper, “Go directly to jail.” Connor made a sound similar to a pathetic trombone and guided her piece to one of the corners holding an illustration of cell bars.

“Just like home,” the girl sighs, placing her chin on her hand. Connor’s head snaps up immediately at the comment, eyes wide.

“What?” Realizing her slip-up, Y/N’s head also stiffened and directed itself at Shawn, who was also staring at her with saucers for pupils. Then, the two looked back at Connor, still frozen with shock in his chair.

“What?” The two echoed together. “I was just joking--” Y/N tried excusing.

“Two days ago you didn’t know the meaning of joking,” Connor retorts. “You said being in jail was ‘just like home.’ Shawn, do not tell me we are harboring a criminal.” Connor growled, aiming a desperate look at his roommate. Shawn is a terrible liar to the average stranger. To blabber a fib to his closest friend about their new houseguest would surely result in further interrogation.

“Uh…um…”

“Dear God,” the boy moaned, smothering his face with his hand.

“I’m not a criminal,” Y/N piped up. Separating two fingers, Connor spared a hesitant look at the girl through his hand. “Well, not on land at least.” This urged Connor’s hand to fully remove itself from his face and clutch the edge of the dining table for support.

“Huh?” A sigh is released from Y/N, who shares a look of sorrow with Shawn. There was nothing she could tell Connor that was more believable than the truth. Nevertheless, guilt swelled her insides with every word of her explanation she shared at the table.

“So, I’m basically a fugitive of the sea...surprise.” She sang the last word, tossing her hands in the air.

"Wait so...you--she's a--" lifting an accusing finger, Connor's eyes flicker to Shawn momentarily. Then, they go back to Y/N again, "you're a--a mermaid?"

"No, good grouper!" she bellows. "What is your land-walkers' obsession with having a fishtail? Is that attractive to you guys, or something?" she sputters in revulsion, looking back and forth between the two boys. Shawn and Connor only exchange a look before shrugging.

"It was in the movie," Connor murmurs, lifting his shoulders in a shrug.

"Well, we are called the Atlanteans. Physically, we have all human parts with the exception that our lungs are capable of treating water as oxygen, our blood can range from warm to cold, our eyes fluctuate to perceive different lightings and--"

"Yeah, yeah you're basically a walking mermaid, we get it." Y/N crosses her arms at Connor's superficial retort. Shawn gulps as her glare directs itself at him and she huffs.

"And you wonder why we despise humans so much."

"Woah woah, you despise us?" Connor leans up in his seat with a newfound interest in the conversation. "Why?" At first, Y/N held concern to share such vital information with her new caretakers. But considering Shawn has grown somewhat used to her unearthly routines of living and Connor's reaction to her true identity was less than startled, she figured now to be an opportune time to answer the question.

"Every day, you land-walkers throw garbage around like it's sand or surfing trophies...where do you think it all ends up?" Shawn and Connor tilted their heads down, shameful.

"Not to mention the oil spills and the fact that you catch half of our creatures for sport for no reason. It'd be different if you used them for vital resources like food, but you land-walkers see them as nothing but points to a game. Like this," she spits, knocking over the tiny, silver ship still sat in the jail square.

"If you all treated our world with some decency, you might have known about Atlanteans much sooner."

"Atlanteans are coming up to land?" Shawn arched a brow, earning a snort.

"Were," Y/N corrected. "Hundreds of years ago, that was the plan. That we would make an appearance and find a way to co-exist with humans. If there was a way to form bonds and relations with them...Atlanteans would bring the evolution of land-walkers to entirely new levels physically. You all would be able to swim to depths unimaginable, learn how to control holding your breath easier...but then, you dedicated your lives to destroying our home, our families...”

"Families?" Shawn questions meekly.

"Your best friends are other land-walkers. My best friend is a dolphin."

"Really?" Connor's mouth dropped. She nods in response.

"Yeah...well, and I guess you guys now, too."

"We're so sorry, Y/N. We had no idea how bad it was,” Connor says.

"That's alright, now you do."

"Do you think if more people knew about you, they would stop?" Shawn offers.

"That's what I'm hoping but as long as the royal family of Atlantis continues resenting humans, there's no way for you all to know we exist. Then again, if land-walkers do find out about us...”

"You could be put in danger," Shawn concludes in a whisper. Y/N nods, sparing a glance down at her hands.

She offers a pitiful chuckle. “My father always told me, ‘If they don’t care about life down here now, why bother going up?’”

"But being on land for a few days," she begins, "way better than life down there."

"Well, you're welcome to live up here as long as you'd like." Shawn reaches an arm over the table to lay a comforting hand on her shoulder. Once again, her body was donning his hoodie, and it became flush under his heartfelt gaze.

"Yeah, your secret is safe with us. Well, with me at least." Connor places a flat palm to his chest. "Shawn isn't the best at keeping things quiet." He whispers towards Y/N, who lets out a few giggles at the man's nervous look. Shawn only growls and kicks Connor lightly in his shin below the table.

"I'll take this secret to my grave. I can promise you that," he swears, looking back to Y/N with nothing other than sincerity.

"I appreciate it." She blinks before blurting. “Your eyes are pretty, too.”

Her comment leaves Shawn flustered and Connor confused, but both boys have smirks on their faces after composing themselves and returning to the board game in front of them.

“How do you apply for a job?”

Her question caught Shawn off guard and he froze in his spot in the kitchen.

“You want a job? What for?”

“I can’t leech off of you and Connor forever. Gotta make money one way or another and it looks like I need a job for that.” She stood up, bringing her empty bowl of cereal to the sink and washing it out before placing it inside the dishwasher.

“Do you have a particular place in mind?” He snapped back to reality. Was she already sick of him?

“No. That’s why I need your help. Where do I look and what do I do?” She turned to face him, arms crossed over her chest. He smiled at her disheveled appearance, hair in a messy ponytail and baggy pajamas that swallowed her frame. She still chose to use his hoodie, even with her own clothes to wear.

“What kinds of things are you good at?”

“Swimming and eating cheese balls.” Shawn laughed but Y/N looked dead serious. “Don’t laugh at me,” she scoffed. “Eating cheese balls is a real skill, okay?”

“You’d be a good-” He stopped himself, hesitant to suggest what was on the tip of his tongue.

“Hmm?”

“Lifeguard. You’d make a good lifeguard.”

“What do lifeguards do?”

“Remember when you saved me at the cove?” She nodded her head. “Basically that with some variations.”

Speaking of the cove, his foot had gotten a lot better in the days after getting stitches. He was able to walk without too much pain but he still couldn’t surf. According to the doctor, it could be a while before that happened again. If Shawn was being honest, getting back to surfing had gone to the back of his mind as he spent more time with Y/N.

“So you mean there’s more helpless people like you out there?” She looked at him with disbelief. “You land walkers need to get it together. Save yourselves every once a while why don’t you?”

“Not all of us are mermaids.”

“For the last time, I am not a mermaid.” She nudged him in the shin with her barefoot. “I have legs and feet, not a tail.”

“Same difference.”

“You're impossible.” She turned around to go to his room and get ready for the day. She looked back once she stood in the doorway, seeing that Shawn was still staring at her. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Mmm hmm.” She stepped further into the room to close the door.

Shawn cleaned up the rest of the kitchen, putting the remaining dishes into the dishwasher and cleaning some crumbs off the counter. He sat down at the table while he waited for Y/N to finish up.

She emerged minutes later, not bothering to close the door behind her. “So, how would I get this ‘saving helpless humans’ job?”

“You could probably talk to one of them. I don’t know how they would feel about hiring you though since you don’t exactly exist as a person in the human world.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She sat down next to him, propping her elbows on the table and resting her head on her palms.

“You don’t have official documentation in the human world. No birth certificate, no ID, nothing that proves you are who you say you are. Especially since you ‘don’t remember’ anything before you ended up in the cove, people are going to be hesitant to hire you.”

“Well, then how am I supposed to get a job?” She rested her hands in front of herself, tapping her fingers on the wood.

Shawn sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “You might be able to get one at the market.” He noticed her look of disdain, remembering how last time didn’t go so well. “Or you could talk to Wesley about lifeguarding.” He grimaced as he said it, hating that he was even suggesting such a thing.

“That’s not a bad idea. Thanks, Shawn.” She offered him a genuine smile and he melted at the gesture. “I might ask around while you’re at work.”

“Just be careful, yeah?” He reached a hand to lay over hers, concern laced in his eyes. “We don’t know who’s lurking around.”

She turned her hand over to grab and squeeze his. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m a scary sea woman. People tremble in my presence.”

“Okay,” he laughed. “But still, keep an eye out. For me, please?”

“You know I will.”

“So let me get this straight,” Tertis brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “you know a human who is watching after her?” His eyes land directly on the middle of the pile of knights, where Ripley was standing. The Atlantean delivered a firm nod and a confident, “yes, sire.”

“Then why is she not down here in shackles yet?” he barks, slamming the butt of his trident down onto the sea stone with a firm grip. The large clang reverberated through the walls of the throne room the king had recently gifted him but was now threatening to reap Tertis if the search for the runaway princess is left unsuccessful. “I have given you a job gentleman. Unless you’d like a new one polishing my feet, I suggest you do what I have asked of you.”

Murmurs of “yes, sire” all warp together before many knights are swimming off in their armor to complete the task. Ripley prepared to do the same, before Tertis bellowed a deep, “stop.” Ripley did as commanded, and approached Tertis with fretful eyes.

“What is your name?” The knight gulped.

“Ripley, sire.”

“You are going to be the first of the knights kneeling by my feet if that fugitive is not brought to me soon. Understand?” The growl made Ripley’s insides begin tangling themselves in knots. While catching the runaway princess should be his top priority, the safety of his son surpassed it greatly. What kind of father figure could he label himself to wreak havoc on Wesley’s home, as well as his own wife’s?

He nods anyway. “Yes, sire.”

“Good. And just to make things crystal clear...I want her back down here in two days’ time. No longer. You have wasted plenty of sun piddling on the land-walkers' territory,” he spits in revulsion. The knots within Ripley tighten. Flashes of Wesley overcome his mind, and he feels his heart and throat begin constricting simultaneously. His response is a feeble squeak.

“Yes, sire.”

“Do you know if he lives around here?” Y/N tilts her head, eyeing Shawn from the passenger seat of his Jeep. Her eyes subtly transfixed themselves on his muscled arm, which connected to the hand comfortably holding the steering wheel. His other forearm occupied the small center cubby, separating the two, fingers dancing in anticipation for what this “lifeguard lesson” Wesley (eagerly) agreed to would entail.

“Who?”

“Him,” She points a finger to the radio, currently blasting the top-charting single, Watermelon Sugar, throughout the vehicle.

“Harry Styles?” He scoffs, “I doubt he’s anywhere near here...why?”

Slumping down in the leather seat, Y/N blows out a breath and folds her arms against her chest. “I promised Douglas an autograph from him.”

“Wait—you—you know who Harry Styles is? The dolphin,” Shawn pauses, “knows who Harry Styles is?”

“Of course. Sea people aren’t entirely uncultured, you know? We have music down there,” she remarks with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. The gleam of them blinds Shawn more than the rays tickling the sea at dawn, but he accepted the white glares in their every wake.

“You’re doing it again.” Y/N points out.

“Uh-what?”

“Staring at me. Is something wrong with my clothes?” Her pale hands flew to the straps of the vibrant sundress Shawn now regrets suggesting her to wear. Beneath it lies a swimsuit even more promiscuous and the thought of Wesley earning perks of her body under the afternoon sun for the following hours set an envious fire ablaze within the depths of Shawn’s stomach.

“No, you look great,” Shawn muttered while his eyes flicked back onto the road. You’d look better in my hoodie though, he thinks to himself. Y/N, now observing his profile, saw the subtle shifting of his jaw from her seat.

“That didn’t sound too convincing,” she replies, a smirk barely tugging one corner of her lips up. “Shawn…what’s the issue?” Her query has the driver’s body tensing within seconds and the vicious grip his hand was clutching the steering wheel with was fading into a ghostly white.

“Nothing.”

“Shawn…”

“I swear I’m fine.” But at this point, he didn’t know who he was trying to convince.

“You’re sweating!” she argues, aiming one of her hands beside Shawn’s face. Slowly, he endured a tickling sensation over his forehead as the droplets of moisture were plucked, one by one by Y/N’s magical forces. Her gaze remained concentrated as she worked to form a reasonable bubble of the water she had gathered from him and dangled it before his apprehensive gaze. “See?”

“Please don’t do that. Like, ever again.” His body shifts uncomfortably in the seat, as he feels the moisture reaching his palms. Y/N throws what little she had collected from his damp skin out of the open window to the jeep, disregarding the small splash it made upon landing on the pavement.

“Just tell me what’s wrong--”

“Fine. I think it’s a dumb idea for you to be getting close to the water,” he blurts, chest beginning to heave in irritation.

“You’re the one who said I should try getting a job as a life—“

“I know and I regretted it as soon as I said it. Y/N, what’s gonna happen when they find you back in the water again? Do you think they’re just gonna let you carry on living life on land?” The parking lot was bumpy with sand but his Jeep managed to climb over any humps. As much as he wanted to put the gear of his vehicle in reverse, he switched it to the parking setting instead.

“I-I don’t know but...but I haven’t seen any sign of them here so far, so--”

“Don’t you think that’s because you’ve been doing a good job hiding out, away from water? One trace of you and they’ll drag you right back down to where you don’t want to be.” His snippy tone acted like weights to the corners of Y/N’s mouth. Each harsh word he directed at her further encouraged her frown to deepen. “I’m sorry Y/N, I can’t let you do this.” As his hand went back to the gear shift, hers landed on top of it. Shawn froze at the feeling of her skin cloaking his own while internally, the man became hypnotized with this indescribable warmth.

“No, Shawn. I want this job.”

“I can get you a job in the market,” Shawn offers, earning a sharp glare from the girl sitting across from him. “It’ll draw even more confusion once they ask for proof you are human, Y/N. It’s dangerous either way. I don’t want you to take that risk...c’mon let’s go--”

“I’m not leaving, Shawn.” She shakes her head furiously, catching sight of a few beachgoers running past them through the windows. Screams of all pitches faded in and out during the stampede occurring outside but Shawn took it as nothing out of the ordinary. The weather was nice and teenagers were always excited to end the school week with their friends in the crystal blue waters.

“Why not?” The growl laced in his voice catches her off guard but does not halt her outcry seconds after.

“Because you’re trying to take away the one thing I might actually have a chance at, here! You might not see it as a good idea but you know deep down I’d be way better at saving lives here than at the market selling--”

She inhales a piercing breath; one that makes Shawn’s eyes expand in fear and unknowing. The hand atop of his clenches but Shawn barely feels the fingernails leaving patterned crescents on the tan skin. “Y/N...what is it? What’s wrong?”

But her jaw was locked and unmoving as her eyes continued blinking at the sight behind Shawn’s shoulder. Through the glass of his window, she peered at the menacing waves, which continued crashing high and mighty, washing pedestrians in the opposite direction as they screamed and flailed in desperation on their way to safety.

“Tsunami,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. Shawn’s head snapped back to where her stare was trained, observing the damage for himself. In a moment, his neck was twisting back to see Y/N clambering out of her seat and out of the Jeep.

“What are you doing?” demands a flabbergasted Shawn when he sees Y/N begin sprinting towards the oncoming waves, against the traffic of the crowd. He exits his side of the car, repeating himself even louder atop of the shrieks of terror emitting from the stampede. Through the swarm of bodies and sand, he spots waves he has only dreamed of being able to ride forming and expanding in their travel to shore.

“Showing you that I’m responsible enough to save people! Go!”

“No!” he refuses, shoving his way past bodies as he tries nearing her. She is far past him at this point, though, and getting harder to see through the ever-darkening sky, swirling with clouds. “I’m not leaving you!” She cannot slip away from me this easy, he thinks to himself.

“Then you have a death wish!” Another harsh wave breaks and slams with a large boom, reaching up to the lower portion of Y/N’s calves, and Shawn’s ankles. “Just go somewhere safe! I need to find Wesley!”

“Wesley?” Shawn whispers to himself, halting his stomping feet. Simultaneously, he feels his heart drop, as well as his body. Something vicious jostles him to the ground and the bitter saltwater meets his tongue, bringing him back to the horrid wipeout he suffered a bit over a week prior. The waves continue their harsh entrance onto land and enter his eyes, allowing him to shut them in a hiss while a brutal, unknowing force keeps him sessile.

His heartbeat was erratic but all he could feel was it sinking in his chest like a rock from Y/N’s frantic running away from him. Maybe Connor was right, he thinks to himself, becoming attached to her could only end badly.

Why Shawn decided to call her name after and endure gargling salt water through every scream is unbeknownst to him. Why he continued doing it until his voice reached a murmur and his vision morphed into something spotted is even more of a mystery. The screaming winds hardly catch the broken whisper he lets slip through his lips until the forces surrounding him finally render him unconscious.

“I love you.”

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imagine-that-haikyuu · 7 years

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I'm in the mood for some royalty!au these days ^^ how about bodyguard/knight/butler!iwachan with princess!reader? a bit of angst and fluff would be awesome! i already know I'm gonna love it because I always love your writing, so could you maybe also do this scenario with reversed roles in the future?

i finished this like 11 days ago but i had to save it so i could ensure there was a post going up for iwa-chan’s birthday today :^) so remember when i said i had five ideas for the first half of this request? this…. wasn’t any of those ideas lmao. i came up with this one and another idea which i think i’m going to use for the prince!iwaizumi scenario. i think this one is going to be a multi-part. there won’t be a need to request the next parts because i’ll consider them as part of the original request

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“I’m not telling you as the king nor as _____’s older brother with some weird sister complex. I’m telling you as your best friend, and I’m telling this to you for your sake: you need to stop what’s going on between you and my sister.”

Oikawa lowered his shoulders. It wasn’t an easy feat to look at the man sitting before him and not take pity. Iwaizumi hands were gripping the arms of his chair, tightly, his head lowered enough so his eyes couldn’t meet Oikawa’s. “I know what I’m asking you to do is easier said than done, but _____ has known for a long time she can’t choose you as her suitor no matter how much she wants to. There’s laws even I can’t overturn, Iwa-chan.”

If the air in the room hadn’t been so thick with tension, Iwaizumi would have scoffed at the way Oikawa childishly muttered that last part. He remembered distinctly how much Oikawa enjoyed dressing up in commoner’s clothing, heading into a nearby town, and trying to woo some of the local girls when they were reached their teen years. Iwaizumi was always charged to go along with him, so he was an unfortunate witness to the eventual-king’s antics. Instead, he lowered his head a little more as his sole response.

It was late in the evening, but Iwaizumi was used to standing watch at all hours of the night at this point. Years of training for knighthood prepared him for that.

It hadn’t quite prepared him for a situation like this one.

Oikawa had tried: Iwaizumi knew that much. His friend was silly, but even so, the king firmly believed that merit was inherently worth more than birth or class. The young king doted on you—his only sibling—and would do anything to ensure your happiness. And even though he rarely tolerated Oikawa’s teasing, the knight was still his best friend, his confidante, and the source of the princess’s joy. But there were some laws that a king’s order couldn’t change without a vote. Making sure the princess could marry a knight was not reason enough for a group of council members who were very much fond of their classist system.

“I…I understand, Your Majesty,” Iwaizumi murmured. Oikawa would normally boast in the most obnoxious fashion whenever Iwaizumi referred to him so formally. He only used your titles in public, opting for your names (or insults, in the king’s case) while in private.

Now, the king couldn’t find it in himself to poke fun at Iwaizumi, not when he seemed so defeated and certainly not when he knew that you would have to have your heart broken soon.

“That’s all,” Oikawa said after a long silence. His gaze was cast to the corner of his desk, unable to look his friend in the eye. “You’re dismissed.”

With a deep breath, Iwaizumi rose from his seat and made his way towards the study’s door. As he gripped the door handle, Oikawa called out his name. Iwaizumi turned just enough to look in his direction.

“If _____ wasn’t bound by some archaic laws about only marrying another noble or royal, I would give you my blessing without hesitation. There’s no one aside from you who’s better-suited to be her husband.”

Without another word, Iwaizumi turned back again and exited the study. Words like that couldn’t console him, despite the deep sincerity in his friend’s voice. But at that point, Iwaizumi didn’t need to hear it. Once he shut the door behind him, he let out a single, bitter laugh. He hated lying, and it was treason to lie in the face of the king.

You had already made your beloved knight your husband that very evening.

He assumed his being summoned at such a late hour meant that Oikawa had found out—that the unknowing civil servant or the band of wanderers you ran into that had become your witnesses (and helped you celebrate briefly after) snitched. As perceptive as the king was, he failed to realize that his plea had come too late.

It hadn’t been composed on a whim: while it was a supposed to be a small ceremony from the beginning, you painstakingly planned it for months. As princess, you were already privy to important knowledge meant only for the monarch’s eyes. You had to be prepared to take the throne at a moment’s notice in case of emergency. Perhaps you were abusing that knowledge to make it easier to be wed in secrecy. However, knowing where kingdom spies wouldn’t be on a certain night was more innocent when knowing that information would be used to carry out a wedding as opposed to other things.

If anyone knew how severe the consequences would be if you two were to be found out aside from Iwaizumi, it was you. But you were confident and set firm in your ways, and loved him too much to be convinced otherwise. You’d rather die a childless, old maid than marry anyone else, although anyone would believe that half the reason for that was pure spite. If neither your brother nor you produced an heir, then there would be scramble to find someone to fill in the line of succession. The fact that you were willing to sabotage the future kingdom like that was selfish, reckless. However, Iwaizumi couldn’t find it in himself to urge you to act more responsibly. He understood your frustration all too well.

But he also understood how much he was risking if this all went awry: his knighthood, his life if a jury saw this as enough treason to warrant it, Oikawa’s trust in him, and more importantly, you. You constantly had to assure him that you’d find a way to protect the both of you, that you could find a loophole somewhere in the laws that would prevent either of you from facing punishment: you had only just skimmed the surface of the palace library in search of that information.

They say people do crazy things when they’re in love and Iwaizumi now understood that they were absolutely correct.

He hadn’t realized how lost in thought he was until he was already in front of the door to your chambers. He knocked three times as per usual, waited three seconds, and gave two more knocks: a little code you made up years ago so you knew it was him at the door.

From behind the heavy wood, he heard your stifled giggle and your feet pad towards the door.

“Yes? What is it?” you called out.

“I’d like a word with you, Your Majesty. I have something important to say,” Iwaizumi replied, taking on the formal tone he had perfected over the years. It was only for show: a precaution for anyone who might walk by while this went on if they didn’t happen to catch the faint smirk on his face. Once inside, he’d be able to drop the act and speak to you as he normally did.

If you even gave him a chance to speak, that is. The door opened with a creak and you ushered him in. As soon as the door was shut and locked, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him fervently. It was second nature the way his hands grabbed your waist and pulled you even closer to him. You already shed your dress from the ceremony, the silk slip you currently donned felt cool against his fingers. Your hands were already working at the buttons of his uniform.

“You’re too impatient, ____,” he murmured after parting from your kiss. His lips still hovered before yours. “I still have something important to say.”

“Hajime, can it wait? We have one thing left to do before it’s official,” you said. Another few buttons on his top came undone thanks to your quick work. You stood up just enough of your toes for your lips to reach his ear. “It’s the fun part, after all.”

The words in combination with how you said it sent a shiver down his spine. He captured you in a kiss this time, lips still locked while spurred on to scramble the short distance to your bed. Iwaizumi thought this could only happen in a dream. Now this had become his reality: hovering above you–the woman he loved, now his wife, and having her stare at him so needy. He wanted to soak this in and never forget it.

“Did you get lost in my eyes again?” you giggled, snapping him out of his stupor. How long had he been lingering over you like that? “It’s just like when we had our first kiss. Do you remember that? I kept asking you questions and you kept spacing out.”

He clicked his tongue and unbuttoned the last of his top, carelessly tossing to the side. “And then you ordered me to kiss you.” He kissed you again, perhaps to be a bit ironic. His lips trailed from yours down to your jaw and to your neck.

“Not quite true. I ordered you to act on your very obvious desire to kiss me if you wanted to.”

“Semantics.”

“You knew I was teasing.”

“Well, at least something good came out of all that.”

“Hajime. One last order.”

“Mmm?”

“Take your shoes off.”

He pulled away from your neck at your words. It didn’t take much contorting for him to see that his boots were still on. Not that he doubted it, but rather, he had been distracted.

“They would have come off eventually,” he grumbled. “You didn’t give me much a chance back there, _____.”

Iwaizumi’s face was now flushed a little more for a very different reason. Your laughter wasn’t helping much. Though, it did abate the question lingering in the back of his mind: should he have brought up the conversation with your brother sooner? It was too late now. He would never forgive himself for already interrupting the evening you had planned by leaving your side for that short while in the first place. He didn’t want to see that pretty, wanton look you were giving him to go away with the mention of anything else either.

For all intents and purposes, this was a honeymoon period. It would have to wait.

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otome--gokoro · 7 years

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Yaaassss! NSFW request

@han-pan THANK YOU FOR MAKING THE ONLY NON-SLBP REQUEST I GOT. Kenichiro is my Okko bias please send them my way!! Btw I’m reading Kakeru’s route right now and I want to slap him lmao

skin to skin

Summary: Separation leads to desperation. [Kenichiro/MC, NSFW, 1662 words, title from Ariana Grande’s Dangerous Woman]

He slowed down his thrusts, making her whimper and rake her nails down his back in frustration.

He had been away on a business trip for nearly three weeks, and the timezone difference had prevented them from speaking much. His plane had landed in the afternoon, and after dropping his luggage off and taking a shower, he had headed straight to office. The sexual tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife the moment their eyes met, only to dissipate in an instant at the sound of Natsume clearing his throat pointedly.

She had come up to him, smiling shyly, cheeks pink from Natsume’s teasing amusement. He brushed his fingers against her wrist lightly in return. He wished he could do more, but the other employees were coming over to welcome him back, chattering away cheerfully.

Later in the evening, he had spotted her on the way back from the storage room, arms full of files. He couldn’t resist. Pulling her into a nearby deserted meeting room, he grabbed the files from her and dumped them in a haphazard pile on the table. Before he could step closer to her, she was already pressing against him of her own volition, her arms winding around his neck. She kissed him fervently. He put one arm around her waist and placed his other hand on the back of her head, refusing to let her back away.

“Mm- Kenichiro, we’re still at work!” She murmured reproachfully. He loosened his grip and smirked down at her.

“Fine words from someone who attacked me.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively. She swatted at his shoulder, shaking her head vigorously in protest.

“You pulled me in here!”

“Well, I wasn’t the one who started the kissing,” he chuckled, burying his face in her hair. He breathed in the familiar smell of her floral shampoo, savouring it.

“Uh, still, what if someone sees? We can’t go any further, this is the office!” She avoided meeting his eyes.

“…then let’s just go home,” he breathed into her ear, making her squirm. It wasn’t that late yet, but it was certainly past official work hours. She didn’t reply verbally, but he felt her nod.

They started making out the moment Kenichiro’s apartment door closed behind them, clumsily kicking off their shoes and dropping their bags on the floor. They stumbled over to the couch together, her hands tugging at his tie while he pulled her hair tie off, fluffing her hair out. He loved making her disheveled. His girl always looked so trim and calm and perfectly put-together, and he liked ruining it. Her messy hair, smudged lipstick, crumpled clothes - it was all because of him, and him alone.

They stripped each other impatiently, craving the sensation of bare skin on skin. There was a time for taking things slow and savouring the experience, but this wasn’t it. He teased at her breasts while she ran her hands all over him, making her way down his body. Her fingers closed around his cock and he sucked in a deep breath, shuddering as she began to pump.

“Kenichiro…” she looked up at him flirtatiously, fluttering her eyelashes. He groaned. He was a complete sucker for that look, and she knew it.

“Mmm… Someone’s eager today.” He slipped a hand in between her legs. She was already slick, and probably had been since their kiss at the office. He rubbed around her entrance teasingly. She squirmed in protest and retaliated by letting go of him.

“Well, if you don’t want to-” He interrupted her with a passionate kiss, thrusting his tongue into her coy, sulky mouth and pushing two fingers into her simultaneously. She whimpered, wrapping her legs loosely around his waist as he pushed her down onto the couch.

“I do, you know I do, of course,” he released her with one last nip at her lower lip, admiring her kiss-swollen mouth. He left a trail of kisses from her ear down to her jaw and neck. Red marks bloomed at this places he sucked and worried at with his teeth, and he eyed them appreciatively. Nothing that wouldn’t fade by morning, but still intensely satisfying.

She spat into her hand and gripped his cock again, jerking him faster this time. He couldn’t resist thrusting into her hand, but tried to concentrate on stretching her around his fingers.

“This is going to be over really soon if you keep doing that,” he groaned, nuzzling his face into the valley between her breasts and inhaling. He could smell a slight hint of her body soap, her perfume, and sweat- sweat that she was working up because of him. A sense of primal satisfaction surged through him.

“Then come on, let’s do it already, I’m ready,” she gritted her teeth, holding back her moans as he withdrew his fingers and began toying with her clit. She tried to twitch away from him, but he had her pinned firmly. He looked down at her, admiring the flushed smoothness of her skin and the defenceless way she sprawled beneath him.

“So that’s how you want it today, huh?” He certainly wasn’t going to protest. He pushed her legs wider, pinning her hands above her head with his other hand. He thrust into her in one quick movement, and she squealed.

He fucked her, hips pumping rapidly. She felt so good around him, clenching tight around him reflexively. The dry spell of the past three weeks had him on the edge already, primed and raring to go. But he didn’t want to come so quickly, not when he hadn’t satisfied her yet. He slowed down his thrusts, making them long and deep.

She cried out in protest, scratching hard at his back. Caught up in the moment, he barely felt any pain, but there would probably be some nice nail marks to admire the next morning.

“Don’t tease me, Kenichiro, please!” She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him towards her, kissing him desperately. Her tongue flickered out and toyed with his. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him down towards her, arching up to press her breasts against his chest. She whined and rubbed against him, needy.

“You know I can’t deny you when you’re acting like that.” Raising his body, he pulled out and flipped her over quickly, enjoying her anxious cry of protest. He settled her on her hands and knees as she panted for air. “Let me take care of you.”

He draped himself flush over her back, maximising skin contact. He fucked her just the way she liked, steady and strong and deep. Her cries of encouragement only fuelled his desire further. When she was teetering on the edge, he rubbed her clit, whispering for her to come on his cock, to come for him, and she did, screaming. He groaned as she tightened around him, and before she had even finished coming, she was on her back again.

She shuddered in overstimulation, sensitive as he thrust into her hard and fast, intent on chasing his own orgasm. She didn’t mind.

“You always feel so good, Kenichiro,” she sighed sweetly into his ear. He groaned at her praise, biting down on her shoulder as he spilled into her. He lay on top of her, limp and content as she kissed his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, then finally his lips.

“I missed you so much. I love you,” she whispered, resting her chin on his shoulder. It was hardly the first time she had said it, but he always felt an answering rush of love well up in him when she did.

“I love you, too,” he replied. He rubbed his cheek against hers affectionately.

“Now, carry me to bed.” She laughed, and he smiled.

—

He was rudely awoken by her shaking his shoulder and patting at his cheeks urgently.

“Oh my God, we’re late, we’re late, wake up!” She barely paused to make sure that his eyes were open before she was off the bed, making a beeline for the bathroom. He rubbed his eyes, yawning, before the weight of her exclamation sank in. Glancing at the clock on his bedside table, he winced. They were definitely already late.

He raced through his morning routine, using the bathroom and brushing his teeth, until he was interrupted by a shriek. She was rummaging through the drawers desperately.

“Where’s my underwear?! I changed clothes here the last time I came, there should be at least one pair!” She looked horrified, searching the drawer designated for her use again and again, as though it would magically turn up. He frowned. She straightened up and turned towards him, an identical frown furrowing her brow.

“Did you… not do the laundry before you went off?”

He winced. It was possible that he hadn’t. Actually, he definitely hadn’t. Seeing the guilt on his face, she flew at him, pounding his shoulder.

“I don’t have any underwear! What am I going to do!?”

“Um… Buy some?” He lowered his eyebrows apologetically, catching her fists in his palms. She glowered at him.

“We’re already late, we don’t have time to stop and buy them!”

“Then… Go without?” He suggested brightly. Her jaw dropped.

“That- I can’t possibly do that! Plus I’m wearing a dress today!” She flushed, but he couldn’t tell if it was out of outrage or embarrassment.

“You could think of it as punishment for me? You can walk around all day without your panties, and I’ll have to watch you and know exactly what’s going on, but I won’t be able to touch you…” His lips curled in a mischievous smirk. He was much older than her, but he couldn’t control himself around her, and honestly, he didn’t really want to. She brought out aspects of him that he never wanted to show to anyone else.

She swatted at him again, huffing in protest.

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