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ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘

ㅤㅤjoel miller x plus size!f!reader

genre: romance, flowershop au, jackson era, minors dni

word count: 7k

summary: you own a small flower shop in Jackson, when Ellie comes to visit, your life inevitably becomes tangled with the man who cares for her; joel miller.

warnings: age gap, piv in the middle of a flower field, no one sees, praise kink, some angst because joel, oral (fem receiving)

a/n: hello everyone! it's been a while and honestly, life has been kicking me in the gut lately with everything its got.

This originally was a commission, reader had a name and I've been working at it for months but sadly the person who commissioned be backed out last second saying they weren't interested anymore meaning I'm not getting paid for this work. Again, it's on me. Admittedly I've been slow on commissions due to my living situation and work and I should've taken half the payment upfront but trusting it was a joel fic I didn't really take extra precautions.

I decided to share it anyway, and the person who commissioned me said that I could. Any kind of writing has been hard for me to do lately and I really like how this one turned out. But since now I'm not getting paid for this work I decided to take out readers name and make some changes to the overall plot that I was given.

Sadly, I can't take any more commissions at the moment before finishing the ones I have left, but I'd be grateful for any kind of support you guys can give. I need to move out this summer (if I don't, I don't have a shadow of a doubt that my aunts will tell me to leave anyway) and I've been trying to save up as much as I can. Everything just has been a lot lately and I'm feeling anxious about my decisions and lost.

Again, any kind of support is greatly appreciated even tho I know I don't deserve it at this time:

my kofi

**dividers by @saradika-graphics 💜

You unlock the door to your quaint flower shop, the antique bell that you found and Tommy fixed chiming softly in greeting. Stepping outside, you're immediately embraced by the warmth of the morning sun, its golden rays dancing playfully on your skin. The air carries the unmistakable scent of spring, a delicate blend of fresh blossoms and earthy notes that fills your lungs with every inhale.

Dressed in a flowing dress, you feel perfectly in tune with the season as you begin arranging the colorful array of flowers on display outside your shop. The fabric of your dress sways gently in the breeze, a soft symphony of movement that mirrors the graceful dance of the petals.

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and tilt your face towards the sky, basking in the gentle caress of the sun's rays. Above you, the cerulean expanse is dotted with fluffy white clouds, their shapes shifting and morphing with each passing moment.

With practiced hands, you arrange the blooms with care, each stem finding its place in the intricate tapestry of colors and textures. The vibrant hues of the flowers contrast beautifully against the backdrop of the weathered brick walls of your shop, creating a scene that's both inviting and enchanting.

As you work, you can't help but smile at the thought of the joy these flowers will bring to those who pass by. It’s been hard adopting to a new and broken world, but ironically, you have found your passion. Something to make you eager to get up in the morning. Of course your heart still ached for those you had lost, the suffering, but working on flowers, something living and growing and adapting just like you managed to lighten the weight on your heart. Whether it's a simple bouquet to brighten someone's day or a thoughtful arrangement for a special occasion, your creations have a way of spreading happiness and light wherever they go.

With the last of the flowers arranged to perfection, you step back to admire your handiwork, a sense of pride swelling within you. With a contented sigh, you turn to head back inside, ready to greet the day with open arms and a heart full of gratitude.

That is, until, you hear a surprised gasp.

“Holy shit—”

Turning around at the sound, you're met with the sight of a familiar face. A young girl you've seen around town quite frequently. You haven’t officially met her yet, but you know her name: Ellie.

Realizing that the young girl has never visited your flower shop before, you understand the source of her surprise. With a warm smile, you approach her and greet her by name. "You're Ellie, right? Tommy's niece?"

Ellie nods enthusiastically, her eyes bright with excitement. "Yeah, that's me! Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I've just never been here before. The flowers are... fucking amazing—"

She suddenly claps a hand over her mouth, looking towards you apologetically. The gesture makes you laugh.

"I'm glad you like them," you reply, feeling a sense of satisfaction at her reaction. "Feel free to take a closer look if you'd like."

Her eyes light up at the invitation, and she eagerly follows you inside the cozy flower shop. The atmosphere inside is warm and inviting, with shelves lined with potted plants and bouquets of flowers in various stages of bloom. Sunlight filters through the windows, casting a soft glow over the space and illuminating the vibrant colors of the blooms.

As you lead Ellie further into the shop, you can't help but notice the curious glances she casts around, taking in every detail with a sense of wonder. The air is filled with the subtle fragrance of flowers, a delicate scent that lingers in the air and adds to the charm of the space.

"So, Ellie," you begin, breaking the comfortable silence as you approach a display of freshly cut flowers, "Anything you like? I’d be more than happy to gift you some."

Ellie's eyes sparkle with excitement as she looks around the shop. "Really? But there’s so many, how can I even choose?"

"Well, you're in luck," you reply, gesturing towards the colorful blooms around you. "I can just make you a bouquet of everything. Just pick out your favorites."

Ellie's gaze drifts over the display, her expression thoughtful as she considers your question. "Hmm, that's a tough one, they all look so fucking cool," she muses, her brows furrowing slightly in concentration. "How about sunflowers and. . . daisies? There's just something about them that feels... I don't know, hopeful, I guess."

You nod in understanding, a fond smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Sunflowers are a wonderful choice. They symbolize warmth, happiness, and positivity. Definitely a fitting choice for someone as vibrant as you, Ellie."

She grins at the compliment, "Thanks,. So, what about you? Do you have a favorite flower?"

“That’s a tough one, but I’d had to say daffodils. They just make me feel right at home. . . even though home has become a difficult word.”

She doesn’t answer you, at least not in a way that you would expect. She nods and says,

"Let's add some daffodils to the mix too. If that’s okay.”

“If course it is. I said any flower didn’t I?”

With Ellie's choices in mind, you set to work gathering the blooms she selected, expertly arranging them into a vibrant bouquet. Your hands move with practiced precision, the gentle rustle of petals and stems filling the air as you weave the different flowers together.

Each blossom is a work of art in its own right, vibrant hues mingling together in a harmonious dance of colors and textures. Sunflowers, with their golden petals reaching towards the sky, stand tall and proud at the center of the bouquet, symbolizing warmth and happiness. Daisies, with their delicate white petals and cheerful yellow centers, add a touch of innocence and purity to the mix. And finally, the daffodils.

Beside you, Ellie watches with rapt attention, her eyes shining, "It's so pretty," she remarks, her voice filled with awe.

You smile at her words, feeling a sense of pride swell within you at the sight of her delight. "Flowers have a way of bringing joy and beauty into our lives," you reply, your voice soft with reverence. "They remind us to appreciate the simple things and to find beauty in the world around us."

Finally, the bouquet is complete, a stunning masterpiece that radiates warmth and joy. You present it to Ellie with a flourish, a sense of satisfaction washing over you at the sight of her delighted expression.

"It's perfect," Ellie exclaims, her eyes shining with excitement as she admires the bouquet in her hands. "Thank you so much. This is amazing."

"It was my pleasure," you reply, your heart swelling with happiness at her words. "I'm glad you like it. And remember, if you ever want to learn more about flowers or need some help with anything, you know where to find me."

Ellie nods eagerly, her enthusiasm infectious. "Definitely. Thanks again. This means a lot."

As Ellie turns to leave, a sudden thought seems to strike her. She pauses, her hand on the door, before turning back to face you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Hey," she begins, a playful smile dancing on her lips, "do you need a flower assistant? I mean, I’d be nice to work here, and you seem really cool."

"Well, Ellie," you reply with a teasing grin, "If you're serious about helping out around here, I'd be more than happy to have you on board."

Ellie's eyes widen,. "Wait, really?" she asks, her voice tinged with disbelief. "You mean it?"

You nod, your smile genuine as you reassure her. "Of course. I could use all the help I can get, especially during busy times. And besides, it'll be fun having you around. Consider yourself officially hired as my flower assistant, Ellie."

A grin spreads across Ellie's face, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect of working alongside you in the flower shop. "Wow, I don't even know what to say," she admits, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

"No need to say anything," you grin. "Just don’t be late."

As Ellie nods, a sense of anticipation fills the air, signaling the beginning of a new chapter in both of your lives. With a shared sense of excitement and determination, you and Ellie set to work, ready to take on whatever challenges and adventures the future may hold for your blossoming partnership.

The next day unfolds with a golden hue, promising another beautiful day in Jackson. As you prepare for the day ahead, a sense of excitement tingles in the air knowing that you'll be mentoring Ellie, your newfound flower assistant. Ellie arrives earlier than you expected, her eyes oozing with sleep.

"Good morning, Ellie," you greet her with a warm smile, gesturing for her to come closer. "Ready for your first day?"

Ellie grins back, nodding enthusiastically. "Absolutely. I’m just not used to waking up so early."

With a chuckle, you lead her to the work table, where several potted plants await repotting. However, before diving into the day's tasks, Ellie's curiosity gets the better of her.

"How do you find all these flowers?" she asks. "I mean, with the infected and everything, it must be hard."

"I have a few spots outside of Jackson where I like to go to collect flowers. There's a field not too far from here that's brimming with all sorts of blooms."

Ellie's eyes widen and you can tell she's intrigued by the idea of venturing beyond the safety of the town's walls. "That sounds amazing," she breathes, her voice filled with wonder. "Do you go there often?"

You nod, a fond smile playing on your lips as you recall the countless trips you've taken to the flower field. "Yes, whenever I need to restock or find something special," you reply. "But I've also started growing some flowers myself. It's a work in progress, but it's been rewarding to see them bloom."

"That's so cool," she exclaims. "I'd love to see the field sometime, if you're up for it."

With a grin, you nod, "I'd be happy to take you," you reply. "But for now, let's focus on getting these plants repotted. We'll save the field trip for another day."

As if on cue, the shop door swings open, and a customer steps inside, a worn backpack slung over their shoulder. They approach the counter with a friendly smile, their eyes scanning the colorful array of blooms on display.

"Good morning," you greet them with a smile, your attention shifting to the customer. "How can I help you today?"

The customer returns your smile, reaching into their backpack to retrieve a small item wrapped in cloth. "I have something to trade," they explain, placing the item on the counter before you.

You unwrap the cloth to reveal a delicate piece of jewelry, a handmade necklace adorned with intricate beads and charms. It's a beautiful piece, clearly crafted with care and attention to detail.

Ellie watches with interest as you examine the necklace, her curiosity piqued by the exchange taking place before her eyes. "What are you trading for?" she asks, her voice filled with curiosity.

You glance at Ellie with a smile, impressed by her keen observation. "Well, Ellie, sometimes customers trade items in exchange for flowers," you explain, turning back to the customer. "It's a way for them to get something they need while also supporting the shop. As for how I decide what the flowers are worth, it's based on a few factors—like the rarity of the flowers, the time and effort it took to grow them, and of course, their beauty."

With a nod, you accept the necklace, carefully placing it aside before selecting a beautiful bouquet of flowers to offer in exchange. As the customer leaves the shop, their smile brighter than before, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that you've made another person's day a little bit brighter.

“Ellie, I’m not sure me bargin’ into your new workplace is the best introduction,” Joel says.

“You’ll be fine,” she says, dragging Joel by the arm. “Besides, weren’t you the one grumbling about not liking me spending all my time with a stranger? What else was I fucking supposed to do?”

Joel lets out an elongated sigh. “Language.”

He can’t see it, but he knows she’s rolling her eyes at him. The tiny, rundown flower shop soon comes into view and Joel can’t help but think of all the improvements he could make: the crooked step, the splintered door, the moss growing from the bottom of the woody exterior—

This shop won’t last next winter, he thinks with furrowed brows. And even though he’s been skeptical about Ellie spending all of her time here, he’s seen the improvement in her mood. Things just haven’t been the same since their return from the hospital, he couldn’t shake the distant feeling between him and her no matter how hard he tried. It had become something even he couldn’t fix.

But then, one day, she’d come home with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers he’d ever seen, with a wide smile plastered across her young face. Then she mentioned the keeper of the shop. Ever since then, his interest had been piqued.

Approaching the shop, he notices a figure outside arranging flowers, your silhouette bathed in the warm morning sun. You appear younger than he anticipated, your beauty catching him off guard. The way your dress contours your curves adds to your allure, a sight unexpected yet captivating. A gentle breeze tousles your hair as you work, momentarily leaving him speechless.

Contrasting his hesitation, you bound up to the shop with your usual cheerfulness. "Hey there!" Ellie calls out. The woman turns at her greeting, a genuine smile gracing her lips as she sets down the flowers. "Good morning!"

He hangs back, observing as Ellie effortlessly initiates a conversation with you. Your interaction flows with ease, suggesting a familiarity beyond your brief acquaintance.

While you chat, an unsettling feeling settles within him. There's an inexplicable pull towards the shop owner, despite his attempts to resist. Watching Ellie interact with you stirs a strange longing within him, leaving him more unsettled than before.

Before he can dwell on his thoughts further, Ellie snaps him out of it. "Joel, don’t be a stranger! Introduce yourself, she's the one I've been telling you about."

With a sigh, he steps forward, his approach cautious. As your eyes meet, a peculiar sense of recognition passes between you, as if you've crossed paths in another life.

"Hi," he manages to say, his voice gruff yet not devoid of warmth. "I'm Joel."

As he clasps your hand, a spark ignites between you, a connection unfurling with each passing moment.

“Joel?” you say slowly, as if tasting his name in your mouth. “Joel as in Tommy Miller’s brother?”

Your hand feels soft and delicate as it clasps his own, and he can't help but notice the subtle tremor in your fingers. It's a small detail, but it speaks volumes, hinting at a vulnerability that he hadn't expected from this beautiful stranger.

"Yeah, that's me," he responds with a nod, offering a friendly smile in return. "Tommy's my brother."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Joel. Ellie speaks very highly of you."

As you exchange pleasantries, he finds himself drawn to the warmth in your gaze, a warmth that seems to seep into his very soul. There's an openness about you, a genuineness that he finds both refreshing and disarming.

While you talk, he can't help but be captivated by the way your lips move, the gentle cadence of your voice. It's a strange sensation, this sudden fascination with a woman he's just met, but he finds himself unable to look away.

Your conversation is interrupted by Ellie's playful interruption, and he reluctantly tears his gaze away from you, feeling a pang of disappointment at the thought of leaving your side. But as they follow Ellie into the shop, he can't shake the feeling that meeting you has stirred something within him, something that he can't quite articulate.

Entering the shop, he can't help but notice even more things wrong– the creaky floorboards, the peeling paint, the flickering lights overhead. It's evident that the place is in dire need of renovations.

Despite the less-than-ideal surroundings, Ellie's excitement is contagious, and he finds himself getting swept up in the moment. She points out various flowers, their vibrant hues and delicate petals bringing a welcome burst of color to the dreary environment.

"These lilies are my absolute favorite," Ellie exclaims, thrusting a handful of flowers towards him with a mischievous grin.

He can't suppress a surprised sneeze as the pollen tickles his nose, and they both dissolve into laughter,and momentarily, all his concerns seem to fade away.

But just as they're catching their breath, you enter the room, your presence once again capturing his attention. There's something about you that intrigues him, a warmth and kindness that draws him in effortlessly.

A sheepish smile spreads across his face as your eyes meet. You return the smile, your gaze gentle and understanding, and for a fleeting moment, it feels as though you're the only two people in the room.

“Who helped you fix the place up?” Joel asks you as Ellie runs off to change the water of the vases. “

"Tommy actually," you explain. "He's been a tremendous help, especially with all the repairs."

Joel’s brows knit together and he ignores the way your smile falters as he speaks, “Well, leave it to my brother to do a shit job. This shop won’t last next winter.”

“O–Oh. . .” you hug yourself, thumbs moving along the contours of your arms. His heart sinks in, leave it to him to make someone feel bad.

“Not to say it can’t be fixed,” he continues abruptly. “I can help you out. Wouldn’t want Ellie’s new favorite spot to get buried under the snow.”

“Really?” you gasp, smile returning. “You would do that?”

“‘Course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I just. . . I just wasn’t expecting such an offer thank you. It means the world to me.”

Suddenly Joel feels stiff from how deeply you stare at him, and then he realizes how close they are, only a breath away between their lips. He turns his head, grunting, “Don’t mention it,” a stuttered breath leaves him. “Really. Don’t.”

Your growing smile surprises him, as does your not backing away.

“You got it, Mr. Miller.”

Watching Joel work on fixing the roof of the shop, you can't help but feel a flutter of warmth stir within you. His muscles ripple with each movement, his arms bulging with strength as he lifts heavy beams and hammers nails into place. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, catching the sunlight and creating a halo of light around him.

You find yourself mesmerized by the sight, unable to tear your gaze away from the sight of him. His white tank top clings to his chest, damp with sweat, and the short-sleeved flannel he wears hangs open, exposing the tank top underneath. Every movement sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but feel a flush of heat rise to your cheeks.

The sound of his grunts fills the air, low and guttural, and it sends a thrill through you that you can't quite explain. There's something primal about the way he works, a raw energy that draws you in and leaves you feeling breathless.

You watch as he reaches up to adjust a beam, his muscles flexing with the effort, and you can't help but imagine what it would feel like to run your hands over his warm, sweaty skin. The thought sends a shudder coursing through you, and you quickly look away, feeling flustered and embarrassed by the intensity of your thoughts.

But no matter how hard you try to focus on something else, your gaze keeps drifting back to Joel, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. And as you watch him work, you can't help but feel a strange sense of longing stir within.

But for now, all you can do is watch and admire from afar, content to bask in the warmth of Joel's presence as he works tirelessly to repair the roof of the shop. And as you watch him, you can't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself with determination as you clutch the bowl of freshly picked black mulberries and raspberries in your hands. With a quick glance up at Joel, who is perched precariously on the ladder, you gather your courage and make your way outside.

"Hey, Joel!" you call out, your voice tinged with nervousness as you approach the ladder. "I brought you some fruit and iced tea. Thought you could use a break."

Joel looks down at you with a grateful smile, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "Thanks. That sounds great."

As he descends the ladder, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with nervousness. With each step he takes, you steal glances at him, unable to tear your gaze away from the sight of him.

But it's when he reaches the bottom of the ladder and stretches upwards to take the bowl of fruit from your hands that you feel your breath catch in your throat. The movement causes his tank top to ride up slightly, revealing a sliver of his stomach, and you swallow thickly at the sight.

As Joel settles down to enjoy the fruit and iced tea, you find yourself drawn to the empty spot next to him on the porch. With a nervous glance in his direction, you take a seat beside him.

The warmth of the wooden porch beneath you contrasts with the cool breeze that sweeps through, and you can't help but feel a sense of calm settle over you as you sit beside Joel. The silence between you is comfortable, broken only by the occasional sound of birds chirping in the distance.

“Lovely day, ain’t it,” Joel takes a bite of the freshly picked black mulberries, the deep purple juice stains his lips, a stark contrast against the ruggedness of his features, and you find yourself mesmerized by the sight.

The juice glistens in the fading sunlight, tracing a vivid trail along his lips as he savors the sweetness of the fruit. Each movement of his jaw seems deliberate, each bite a study in pleasure as he indulges in the simple pleasure of the moment.

A soft breeze rustles through the trees, lifting strands of his hair and sending them dancing in the golden light. But your gaze remains fixed on his lips.

The silence and sight makes you light-headed and eager to say anything, no matter how idiotic it might be.

“Aren't you a little old to be doing this much heavy lifting?”

“Aren't you a little too young to be lookin’ at me like that?”

Your shoulders rise, blood rushing to your head as you look down. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest. Butterflies flutter madly within you, the wings tickling the insides of your stomach. You only swallow. “Your lips are stained from the mulberry.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

He takes another one, biting down with his lips, he finds your gaze. You watch a tiny drop go down his chin. The two of you are close. So incredibly close. It’s been like this since he started working on the shop. A pull that is too hard to ignore.

“Well,” he breaks the silence. “Better finish up before the sun sets.”

Joel stands and your heart breaks a little. You blink from where you’re sat, staring at him, yearning for him.

“Yeah. Wouldn’t want you trying to find your way home in the dark.”

“You know, I could’ve come here on my own. I always do.”

“I know. Just wanted to make sure you have someone lookin’ after you.”

“For someone to be known as a grump, you’re quite a softie.”

“I’m leavin’.”

“No—!”

Your fingers close around his arm, the warmth of his skin sending a shiver down your spine. For a moment, you find yourself frozen in place, your pulse quickening as you realize just how close you are to him.

Joel's gaze meets yours, and you can see a flicker of something in his eyes, something that makes your heart race even faster. His eyes drop to your lips, lingering there for a moment before snapping back up to meet your gaze. You notice the hints of a fading smile, “You were joking,” you say slowly, letting go of him.

“That I was, wildflower,” he doesn’t move away and neither do you. Your breath catches within your throat, the moment stretching between your two like rubber. Before you can say anything Joel’s eyes flicker to something behind you and he smiles. “I think we’re here.”

As you turn around, your heart skips a beat. The field of flowers stretches out endlessly, a sea of color and beauty that seems to go on forever. The grass has grown taller since the last time you were here, swaying gently in the breeze and creating a soft, rhythmic rustle that fills the air.

The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm golden light over the landscape and setting the flowers ablaze with color. Reds and yellows, blues and purples, a riot of hues that dance and swirl in the gentle breeze.

You take a step forward, the grass crunching beneath your feet as you walk further into the field. The scent of poppies and blue hyacinths fills your nostrils, sweet and intoxicating, and you can't help but close your eyes and breathe it in.

The wind sweeps across the field, sending waves of grass rippling in its wake. The sound is soothing, a gentle whisper that seems to carry you away on a tide of tranquility.

For a moment, you forget about everything else – the worries and the doubts, the uncertainties and the fears. All that matters is the beauty of this moment, the beauty of this place, and the beauty of being here with Joel.

With a rush of emotion swirling within you, you turn to Joel, your heart pounding in your chest as you meet his gaze. He's still standing close, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that takes your breath away.

Without thinking, without hesitating, you lean forward and press your lips to his. At first, Joel is taken aback, his body stiffening in surprise. But then, he caves, his lips moving against yours in a slow, tender rhythm.

His hands come up to cradle your face, his touch gentle yet firm, as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go. You feel his tongue on your bottom lip and open up for him eagerly, the taste of him feels like electricity shooting through you. Heat pools between your legs, Your breasts tingle with the mere thought of having his hands on them, nipples aching and hard.

Joel breaks away briefly, then closes the distance again. Small hisses against your swollen lips over and over until neither of you can breathe. He hungers for it almost. And so do you. “Joel,” you whisper, eyes cloudy. “Please.”

“Is that what you want, wildflower?” he drags his nose down the side of your cheek, facial hair scratching delightfully against the sensitive skin of your neck. “For me to fuck you here? Right out in the open?” his voice trembles. “Like animals?”

“God, yes—” your insides clench. “I would want nothing more. Been thinking about you since the day I met you, your hands, your mouth, you as a whole.”

His hands drop to your ass and he gives the tender flesh a strong squeeze, “You want me?”

“I do.”

You suddenly find yourself on the ground, the grass tickling your exposed legs and arms, the skirt of your dress rolled up to your waist. Joel’s weight is a welcoming comfort on top of you, another gust of warm wind blows. With a groan, he pulls down the sweetheart neckline of your dress, exposing both your breasts. While holding one, he kisses the other, drawing the stiff nipple into his mouth. He sucks harshly, your body jolting with pleasure. The soaking mess between your legs grows.

“Joel,” you moan, back arching. “Fuck—”

He swirls the tip of his tongue around the nipple and grazes his teeth against it. Calloused fingers play with the other. Your mind is swimming in pleasure. He brings the skirt of your dress further up and traces his lips down the fabric, when you look down, you see him between your legs, his eyes darker than normal as he stares into your soul. The tips of his fingers dance along the elastic of your panties, asking for permission.

You breathe out a yes, barely audible, but he nods and tugs the fabric down. When he latches his mouth on to you, the world stops. His mouth feels divine. His tongue delves between your folds, the bridge of his nose rubbing against your clit. You shudder against him and he moans into you. The reverberations of the sound force a gasp out of you and you swear you feel him smiling.

His fingers trace patterns along your thighs, teasing and stroking as his mouth works wonders between your legs. You're on the edge, the pleasure building up with each flick of his tongue. You reach down and bury your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, guiding him where you need him the most.

Joel picks up the pace, his tongue moving faster, his fingers slipping inside of you. You can feel your body starting to tighten, the coil in your stomach about to unravel. You grip onto him tighter, your hips bucking against his mouth, and with one final flick of his tongue, you come undone.

You cry out his name, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. Joel continues to lightly lick and suck, drawing out your pleasure until you're completely spent. He makes his way back up to your lips, kissing you deeply as you both catch your breath.

“That was…” you trail off, unable to find the right words for the mind-blowing experience you just had.

“Amazin’,” Joel finishes for you.

You nod, still a little breathless. You wrap your arms around him, pressing your body against his. Joel's hands roam over your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You can feel his erection against your thigh, and you know that he needs release just as much as you do.

“Been so long since I’ve tasted somethin’ this sweet,” he rasps. “Thank you.”

You hear the blood rushing in your ears, “You’re the sweet one,” you mumble, tenderly touching the scratchy surface of his cheek. “So sweet.”

He smiles and as he kisses the curve of your palm, shuffles above you, starting to get up. A deep frown forms between your brows. “And where are you going?” you pout, wrapping your arms around him. You feel the outline of his length as he lowers himself once more, the tips of your noses brushing against one another.

“I thought you wanted to gather some flowers.”

“Not yet,” you murmur, eyes glazed. “At least, not before feeling you inside me.”

“Fuck, darlin’,” he lets out a whimpering breath, grinding himself against your bare cunt. “You really know how to get a man goin’.”

“Prove it.”

His eyes flicker with an emotion you can’t quite describe. His breath stutters, then, without even looking, he unbuckles himself, never breaking eye contact. Joel’s hair ruffles with the wind, yet he doesn’t even blink. The head of his cock catches against your clit, ripping a moan from your throat. He fills you with one sloppy thrust, the length of him stretching you enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

“Joel—Oh my god—”

“That’s it, good girl, takin’ my cock so well. Feels good?”

Slack-jawed, you nod. He goes deeper. “Want you to feel me for weeks, wildflower. And I want you to think of me every time you come to this god—” thrust. “—damn” thrust. “—field.”

You can only moan at his words, his hands grip your lovehandles, squeezing and pulling you closer to him every time he rocks forward. His head falls into the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin, he sucks. Your body convulses, shaking against him.

Sparks ricochet through every limb of your body as you feel the heat pooling in your core. Joel moves his hand from your lower back to cup your breast, his fingers teasing and plucking at your nipple. The pleasure ricochets through your body, making you feel like you're on fire.

“Come for me, darlin’.” Joel growls into your ear, his voice rough and primal. “Come on my cock.”

His words send you over the edge, your body shaking and convulsing beneath him as he continues to thrust into you relentlessly. The world blurs around you, all your senses consumed by the feeling of Joel's body against yours.

"Joel—" you moan, your voice lost in the wind as you reach your peak.

He groans in response, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. After one final, deep thrust, he pulls out and spills over your stomach, his body shaking against yours. You both ride out the waves of pleasure until finally, you collapse against each other, panting and spent.

You lay in the flower field, a tangled mess of limbs and sweaty bodies. Joel's arms are still wrapped tightly around you, his face buried in your neck as he tries to catch his breath. You run your fingers through his hair, feeling the warmth of his body.

"I've never felt anything like this before," you say quietly, almost to yourself.

Joel lifts his head to look at you, his eyes softening. "Me neither, wildflower. Me neither."

As the sun begins to set, you both lay there, entwined in each other's arms. The field has become a symbol of something more than beauty. And as long as those flowers bloom, you know your love for each other will continue to grow.

A week.

A week without hearing from him, seeing him, touching him.

A painful week.

It’s almost as if he never existed. As if the moment in your favorite field was nothing but your imagination. The only reason why you know it's real is because Ellie still comes by every day, and despite knowing it’s impossible, you still feel him deep inside. It only heightens whenever you have to travel back to the field to gather flowers for the shop.

You watch as Ellie places more daisies into a vase. She’s been her usual self, joking around, telling you about all the details of her life. It’s hard not to ask her about Joel and how he’s been.

Some nasty part of your mind whispers words of discouragement, telling you he only wanted you for your body, for your charm, and got what he wanted. Your heart clenches. It might be true. You were young after all, emotional, broken. He’d already gone through all that, killed to stay alive, for loved ones, gone through grief—why would he want to take on another’s problems as well?

“Hey, Ellie?”

She turns to you, eyes slightly wide due to the rasp of your voice, “Yeah boss?”

“Can you watch the shop for a second, I have something I need to do that I forgot about.”

You don't wait for her nod as you exit the shop. You know he’s home. He has to be.

Luckily it doesn’t take you long to reach their house, your knock is loud and swift. You know you’ve taken him by surprise by the expression when he opens the door. His mouth is slightly ajar, his brows knit together.

“What are you—”

“I came to talk,” you brush past him, heading inside. Joel lingers at the door but soon after follows you inside anyway.

He sighs, “What do you want to talk about?”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come. "Us," you reply, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside you. "I need to know what happened, Joel. Why you've been avoiding me."

Joel's jaw clenches at your words, his gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to meet yours. "I ain't good for you," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "You deserve better than someone like me."

You feel a surge of anger rising within you at his words, frustration bubbling up to the surface. "That's for me to decide, Joel," you say, your voice tinged with defiance. "I'm not some fragile flower that needs to be protected. I can make my own choices, and right now, I choose you."

Joel's expression softens slightly at your words, but there's still a hint of sadness in his eyes. "You don't know what you're saying," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a mess, a broken man with too much blood on his hands. You deserve someone who can give you the world, not someone who can barely keep himself together. You’re young. You still have so much ahead of you—"

“No! That’s not what I want. I want you, you’re the only person who’s made me feel like. . . like myself. . .before. And wanted.”

Your voice begins to shake, you see the hesitation within his body, hod his hand slightly moves forward to hold you, to touch you, but he doesn’t.

“I can’t do this to you,” his hands slide into his pockets, he gestures to the door. “Get out.”

The blood freezes in your veins, your eyes grow wide, your chest constricts, “What?”

“I said to get out,” he repeats, a little louder this time. “Get out, please.”

And you do.

“You need to get your shit together.”

“Language, Ellie, dammit.”

She glares at him from across the table. It’s an early morning, earlier than he’d liked. He’s been feeling hallowed out ever since your visit. He could see the hurt in your eyes, the betrayal. He knew that he’d broken something when avoiding you, something tender and not so easily fixable.

But what was he supposed to do? You were young, he didn’t want to trap you, didn’t want you to throw the best years of your life for an old man like him.

Briefly, he squeezes his eyes shut. His head hurts. All he can think about is you, your body, how eager it was to take him, the delectable curves he couldn’t get enough of.

He misses your taste on his tongue.

“She’s miserable too, you know.”

Joel’s eye snap wide open. “Who?”

“You know who,” she shakes her head. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but she’s definitely upset and so are you—Just fix it. Don’t be an asshole”

He let’s out a sigh, she’s right. He needs to fix this somehow. Joel stares at Ellie, her words hitting him harder than he expected. He hadn't realized just how much his actions had affected not only you but also Ellie. The weight of his own guilt settles heavily on his shoulders, a constant reminder of the mess he's made.

"Yeah," he mutters, his voice rough with emotion. "I know."

He runs a hand through his hair, the tension in his muscles making every movement feel heavy and strained. He knows he needs to make things right, to somehow find a way to mend the rift he's created between you and him.

But how? How could he possibly make things right after everything that's happened?

"I'll talk to her," he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll fix it."

Ellie nods in approval, her expression softening slightly as she looks at him. "Good," she says, her tone gentle. "Because I don't want to see either of you hurting anymore."

She was right and he knew it.

“The shop’s closed today,” Ellie says as he grabbed his jacket. “I don’t know where she is.”

But he did. He knew exactly where you would be. The place he tasted you, the place he felt your body against him.

Joel's heart sinks as he approaches the flower field and sees you sitting there, your shoulders hunched over as you hug your knees to your chest. He can hear your sobs from a distance, the sound echoing through the quiet morning air.

For a moment, he hesitates, unsure of what to do or say. But then, with a heavy sigh, he pushes aside his doubts and makes his way towards you.

As he draws closer, he can see your whole body trembling with the force of your emotions. His heart aches at the sight, knowing that he's the cause of your pain. He kneels infront of you, gently touching your wrists.

"Hey," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's me, Joel."

You startle at the sound of his voice, lifting your head to look at him with tear-streaked eyes. For a moment, there's a flicker of surprise in your gaze, followed by a wave of raw emotion.

"Joel?" you choke out, your voice thick with tears. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to find you," he says, his voice filled with regret. "I couldn't stand the thought of you hurtin’ like this."

"I thought... I thought you didn't care," You sniffle, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand.

Joel reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch light and tender. "I care more than you know," he says. "I made a mistake, a big one, and I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just didn’t want you to. . .I didn’t think I deserved someone like you."

"I missed you," you admit softly, tears still streaming down your cheeks.

Joel's heart clenches at your words, a rush of emotion flooding through him. Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as you bury your face against his chest.

"I missed you too, wildflower," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "And I promise, I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

He hears the smile in your voice.

“You already do.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller smut #plus size!reader #tlou fanfic #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfic

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lovinpelova · 5 months

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winner winner | j. fleming

summary; you go out to celebrate winning the womens super league and fa vitality cup with chelsea, jessie catches onto a stranger flirting before you do. [SMUT]

🎵 all mine - brent faiyaz

chelsea were on another level this season, your contract renewal had shocked your rivals into a goal drought due to emma playing you the full ninety minutes every game since. you'd also averaged three clearances, two assists and a goal every game according to sky sports, claiming you were the greatest midfielder in the wsl at the moment and chelsea winning two consecutive titles was proof of your undeniably large impact on the pitch.

the blues were always undoubtedly consistent and on a higher performance level than their opponents every season, it's undeniable and that's coming from an arsenal fan, but with you and jessie they became unstoppable. fans adored you enough since you'd been in a public relationship when you moved to chelsea during the same season but when they finally saw how good you can be on the pitch together, they were in awe of the chemistry.

now you had the fa cup and wsl to your name, and what type of champions would chelsea be if you didn't go out to get drunk the same night?

so here you were, sat comfortable with your girlfriends arm around your shoulders as she whispered sweet nothings and dirty jokes into your ear, the both of you in your own bubble before niamh came over with guro. your seperate best friends dragged you off to dance with teammates and drink the night away, everything going fine until he came over.

he being a complete stranger that just happened to be in the same bar as you.

you thought he was just being friendly at first, figuring he wouldn't flirt if guro was still stood next to you and listening into the conversation, so you found no harm in it. he seemed like a nice guy, congratulating you on your double-win and saying it's a shame you couldn't win the continental cup to make it a treble. jokes flew back and forth with guro joining in every now and then before she decided to get another drink, yourself and the nice stranger moving to the side of the dancefloor so you weren't getting bumped into or complained at for standing directly in the middle of a sea of movement.

little to your knowledge jessie had watched the whole interaction, curious as to who he was and not giving a shit about maintaining her composure anymore when he placed his hand on your shoulder in a very flirty manner. the midfielder wasn't usually possessive, her shy nature didn't allow her to grow jealous and be obvious about it- but tonight the win had fueled her into a new state of mind.

"hey niamh, i'm not feeling too good all of a sudden i think i might go home."

"oh, sure jess. i'm sure y/n will go back with you if you tell her. hope you feel better soon!"

"yeah, i'll go check. thanks."

the canadian practically stormed through the crowd of dancers and emerged to find you - no flirty stranger - with a sudden confusion written on her expression.

"where'd that guy go?"

"oh, he went to the bar i think. why?"

"we're going home right now."

before you could ask what was wrong or why she was wanting to leave out of nowhere she grabbed your hand and lead you away from the bar, towards the parking lot and drove home in complete silence, continuing to be quiet when she unlocked the door to your shared apartment until she pressed you up against the wall before you even had time to take off your shoes.

"you're mine."

you couldn't respond due to her lips being pressed against yours viciously, hands clawing at your hips to pull your body into hers whilst you were still trying to keep up with the sudden switch in jessies mood. you wrapped your arms around her neck to pull her closer and kiss back with just as much emotion, moaning at the feeling of her tongue gliding over your bottom lip and colliding with yours in a sloppy makeout session. you didn't know where it came from but you definitely weren't complaining.

jessie rarely ever showed her jealous side due to how much she trusted you and she was definitely never this rough, only being a bit harsh if you literally begged her to or wound her up enough. the canadian usually treats you like glass, being so careful and soft with whispers of praise as she gently coaxes you towards an orgasm - but tonight was different - you could tell by the way she pinned you to the wall with her lips carelessly moving against yours.

whenever she got rough she would go for hours.

she'd manhandle you into whatever position she wants, fuck you stupid with her tongue or fingers or strap, leave finger-shaped bruises on your hips and thighs alongside vulgar love bites and teeth indentations to show you just how dirty she could really get. fuck, one night she couldn't get enough of the way your ass looked under her fingers and she smacked it without a second thought, then she couldn't stop until you were shaking under her touch as she fucked you roughly from behind.

now that's a woman who knows how to fuck you right.

judging by the way she was unbuttoning your jeans and shoving her fingers into your underwear she wasn't going to wait around any longer. she smiled against your mouth as you moaned into hers when two of her fingers sunk into you and slowly began moving in exactly the way she knew would make you fall apart in seconds, her stupid fucking grin making you lightheaded as she admired you cockily.

"who do you belong to?"

that's when it hit you; jessie was jealous.

she'd asked about the man at the bar and dragged you home before you had a chance to think, then fucked you against the wall without warning. you thought it was just her way of impatiently celebrating the win with chelsea!

"you, jessie. i'm yours."

"yeah? that's what i like to hear baby. c'mon get louder for me gorgeous."

she mumbled against your mouth before kissing you once more, her fingers curling into your g-spot whilst she slowed down her thrusts, adjusting her arm slightly and speeding up her fingers into to a godly pace. you looked down at her arm and saw the way her bicep was bulging out, veins trailing down to her wrist as it moved back and forth to fuck her digits into you relentlessly, the canadian chuckling when she saw you throw your head back and heard you moan out her name as loud as you possibly could just from seeing how muscular she truly was.

"feels so good jessie- you feel so good inside me baby. don't stop."

"yeah, you like that huh? feels good princess? you gonna cum for me?"

"yes- so close keep going baby please don't stop!"

you replied almost instantly, feeling jessies lips bite along your pulse point before licking a stripe up to your ear, softly biting your earlobe. her thumb moved to rub at your clit just as fast as her fingers were curling into you, arm flexing even more somehow whilst she whispered dirty nothings to you with the knowledge that dirty talk really helps you get off faster.

"you're so fuckin' sexy baby, wanna fuck you all night long. can't believe you're all mine. gonna make you cum until you can't take it anymore you hear me? gonna make you mine all over again."

"jess- i'm gonna cum- i'm-"

"go on baby, make a mess all over my fingers. you know i'll be cleaning it up later on."

your head leaned back against the wall as your mouth fell open in a silent moan, hands clawing at her shirt and biceps to leave behind scratch marks, the canadian groaning in pain as she felt your walls clench around her digits before a flood of arousal fell onto them. jessie carefully slowed down her thrusts until she knew you'd ridden out your high, pulling her fingers out of you before shoving them into your mouth without warning and moaning at the sight.

"were you jealous?"

"i just don't like people touching what's mine."

she responded instantly, knowing you'd figured out why she was being so rough ages ago. you smiled at her as she started to grow shy again with a blush coating her cheeks, taking her hand and guiding her into your shared bedroom, obviously wanting her to claim you like that again.

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evergreenfields · 1 month

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Model Behaviour

Your neighbour Captain Price is looking for a hobby, you suggest an art class.

Little does he know you’re the nude model.

Rating: fluff, swearing, flirting, descriptions of a nude female body.

Pairing: Captain Price x fem!reader

You’d started talking to your new neighbour, John, when he was moving in, you watched him bring boxes in throughout the day, his jumper coming off to reveal a t-shirt over a bulky chest. He didn’t tell you too much about himself but you had gathered he was military. He sometimes wore a hat and had excellent posture, standing completely upright and then shifting his weight to one leg, relaxing. You sometimes caught him on his way back from a run and you would chew the inside of your mouth at the sight of his tight grey jogging bottoms, he probably didn’t look in the mirror before he left the house.

You saw him again in the post room, he had a healthy stack of brown envelopes.

“That’s a large parcel, need a hand, love?” He sauntered over, marvelling at the long parcel.

You try to hoist it up, “it didn’t leave the floor, did it?”

John doesn’t waste a second, he lifts it effortlessly.

“I was heading up anyway.” He’s already out the door.

“Oh thank you,” you rush to open the doors for him and you catch the elevator.

It’s a tight squeeze and you face each other. Only the tall box is between you. You reach past his trim waist to press floor five, avoiding eye contact and ignoring his cologne.

“Are you liking the area?” You ask him, trying not to look at his strong hands on the box, dark hair covers his tense forearms.

“It’s charming. Quieter than I expected.” He smiles, you feel like he’s alluding to his job but you don’t want to pry.

“It is very quiet here. If you do find yourself free on a Thursday evening, come down to the Evergreen Library, I do life drawing there.”

“An artist? Well aren’t you full of surprises.” The elevator dings on your floor and he gestures for you to go first. You hold your palm against the doors.

“You go at your own pace, there’s wine too.” You say as you unlock your door, expecting to take the parcel over the threshold.

“I can pop this in your living room if you like?” He waits for your go-ahead, you find his respectfulness thrilling, it makes you want to do filthy things to him. You unlock your door.

“Thank you, near the table is fine.” He puts it on the floor and taps it for good measure.

“So Thursday, is it?”

“Yes, you don’t need to bring anything, just yourself.” You smile warmly.

“I’ll do that.” He smiles, rubs his hands and steps aside to leave, “goodnight y/n.” You try and make space in your narrow hallway but he still has to side step out of your way. He smells like beechwood.

“Goodnight John.” You try his name on for size, you like how it sounds in your mouth. You close the door and the giddy energy over takes you, you dance to your bathroom to get ready for bed and think of what you’ll wear on Thursday.

~~~

Hands on his hips, John wonders what one wears to a life drawing session. Currently in a towel slung low on his hips from a shower after his run, he decides on a casual plaid shirt and black jeans with boots.

“Steady on John, you’re out of control with your wild evenings ey.” He chuckles to himself, acknowledging that forgotten but familiar feeling in his stomach and chest. He’d moved in recently and hadn’t quite felt like he belonged, which wasn’t unusual for someone who’d spent their entire life in the military, but he couldn’t deny he liked being around you. He felt he was probably a little too old for you, but your invitation gave him an idea. Single for a while, and for good reason, John thinks of this as a new start, though he isn’t sure what he’s doing, he knows he wants you. In some way.

He thinks about how sweet you were in the elevator, looking everywhere but his eyes, rushing to hold the doors open. He caught you looking at his arms. He also caught your figure as you opened your door, all curves, soft and smelling like flowers. He liked that you had introduced yourself when he moved in and asked him to hold a parcel for you when you were away. Sometimes he didn’t see you for a few days and he’d have to push the disappointment out of his mind.

He trimmed his moustache and beard in the morning and gave himself a once over, feeling foolish for being so invested. It was just a way to while away an evening. He slipped his phone into his back pocket and headed out into the crisp autumn evening.

When he arrives he tries not to rubber neck too much, trying to find where you were seated. The librarian who pointed John to the studio gave him a double take. The studio was dusty and large, tall windows filtered in what light was left of the evening. There were around 20 people already sat waiting, sharpening pencils and pouring themselves small plastic glasses of wine.

John tried to ignore the feeling of disappointment when he didn’t see you. Maybe she leads the session, he thought, not really considering what she meant by “I do life drawing”. Watching the others, he grabbed cartridge paper, a pencil and charcoal from the head table. He sat at one end of the room, facing the centre were a few stools and seats covered in a towel.

“We’ll start in a few minutes, please help yourself to some wine.” A man said.

Feeling overdressed, John looks around. What am I doing here? He thought as he saw a young woman open up her sketchbook with pages of incredible drawings of people. I can draw one hell of a stick man if it all goes to shit.

John considers going up for some wine but he catches a figure in a bathrobe enter the room. There she is, but his smile drops when you enter the circle of easels.

~~~

You don’t see him but you were searching for him. You haven’t felt this nervous to pose nude since your first time. You nod at a few regulars, scanning your peripherals for your neighbour.

You slink out of your bathrobe and you decide on a standing pose with one arm above your head, legs together, poised and coy, your face looking up at the ceiling.

Is he even here? God I hope he is. Your thoughts are joined by a cacophony of pencil scribbles.

Meanwhile, John is fighting for his life. You’re facing away from him and he already dropped his pencil once. Jesus Christ, he feels bad for looking at your naked body. He swears everyone just heard him swallow. He looks to his left, a young man stares at you, then down at his sketch book and then back up at you.

John looks at how tendrils of your hair falls across your shoulders and the gentle hollow of your lower back. Your curvy hips and swollen butt have gentle shadows. He follows the lines of your body down your legs. He had imagined you naked, and he was short changing himself: you were far more beautiful, with soft skin, muscle under a layer of mass, and elegant lines he wanted to taste with his tongue.

Unfortunately all he had was a pencil.

He started drawing your shoulders, painfully aware of a tightening in his lower stomach.

Someone says there’s only a minute left for this pose and John knows he is going to need a drink. He carefully gets up and walks the short way to the wine table. He unscrews the lid with a smile, she wanted me to see this. He pours himself a small glass.

You swing your arms to get some life back into them and decide to lay across the wide stools for your next pose.

Looking ahead you see an empty seat. Your heart flips. You’re facing it as if sleeping on your side. Your breasts pushed together, nipples pebbled from the exposure. Your hip juts out but your leg hides your mound ever so slightly. You close your eyes because you know who’s footsteps you hear coming back to their easel.

You try to hold your smile in but when you open your eyes, you fail.

You see John sitting languidly on his seat, legs spread, glass of wine in his left hand, his right hand on his knee. For a moment you think what a sweetheart for wearing a nice shirt but then you take in his deep blue gaze. His eyes are darker than when you saw them in the elevator, or the post room, or the stairwell. He looks hungry, you feel like you’re the only people in the room.

You maintain eye contact with him while his eyes wander the rest of your body. It’s electric being underneath his gaze. He picks up the pencil. You see his eyes travel over your breasts, down to your stomach and past your legs, then back to your eyes.

You break eye contact, still trying to deny your smile, hoping no one else noticed who you were looking at.

~~~

“I do life drawing was a stretch.” John approaches you, passing you a glass. You’re in your casual dress now, the biggest smile on your face. You feel like you’ve been caught red handed and you revel in it.

“I may have been slightly disingenuous.” You laugh, “thank you.” You take the glass, immediately taking sips because you don’t want to talk and ruin whatever this was.

“See you next week y/n, great lines!” A young woman waves.

“Great lines!” You repeat the inside joke.

John smiles, you looked so happy, in your element.

“I’m an old man, you could’ve killed me with this stunt.” John says quietly, “you are absolutely stunning, love.” He says even more quieter, low so you have to concentrate, the world evaporating around you. His eye contact is devoted, fevered.

“I was sure you could handle it.” The wine giving you courage to look him in the eyes. “Your sketches were pretty good.” You touch his forearm.

“Bollocks.” He laughs. You enjoy how he towers over everyone in the studio, the greys in his beard more apparent as well as his thick neck, chest hairs just visible at his spread collar.

“They were pretty shit,” you laugh “why did you give me such tiny hands and feet!” You’re both laughing, giddy.

“Alright wind your neck in - I’m coming back next week, so get used to naf drawings.” He reaches out and taps your bicep, giving you a wink. You like his light and respectful touches.

“Would you consider posing nude? You’d be very welcome from the usual men we get.” You say quietly.

“Is that so?” He waits for you to dig your ditch deeper.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Older? Greyer?” He teases.

“I prefer built and distinguished.” You tease back, disarming him with your clothes on, for a change.

“Any excuse to get my kit off, ey.” He teases, quietly.

“I asked nicely.” You sass him back quietly, hyper aware of the people topping up their glasses nearby.

“Can I walk you home?” He asks, waiting again for your go-ahead, knowing you’d be walking in the same direction anyway.

“I’d love that.” You say, heart hammering in your chest.

You left the stragglers in the studio and walked into autumn night side by side laughing about something. John felt light, unburdened and content. You were feeling emboldened but nervous, you didn’t want the night to end but you had a feeling John was not one to push, he seemed old school and traditional.

You both reached the fifth floor landing, finishing a story about his job taking him to the Adriatic Sea.

“Y/n, I’m going to be away for the next few days,” your heart sinks, “but when I know my schedule, I’d love to take you out, you know, the proper way.”

“Proper way?”

“With your clothes on.” He said while standing straighter like a drill sergeant. You burst out laughing, blushing at your own audacity of inviting him to the session. You were never very good at flirting.

“I didn’t hear you complaining.”

“You’re right about that.” His eyes smile. You want to fall into them.

There’s a pause and you reach out on tiptoes, you kiss him lightly on his cheek, his hands are light and fleeting on your waist.

“Goodnight, love.”

Once you’re in your flat, you wave at him through the gap in the door, of course he’d wait to see me indoors safe, and why did I bloody wave?! You lock your door and quietly squeal, feeling the ghost of his hands and gaze on you.

John drops his keys on the kitchen counter and leans against it, laughing. She’s something else, he thinks. He unbuttons his shirt, knowing he’s going to need a cold shower if he wants to get a wink of sleep tonight.

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i-turned-into-the-stone · 1 month

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Smut Dump 3: SinB

A/N: A quick smut for a friend in the basement so might contain some nonsensical scene. This is also my last smut fic for the time being because I received a new commission, yay! My inbox is always open though. A lot of stuff is marinated in there but feel free to throw in more pickles, lol.

T/W: (A little heavier stuff than normal) Rape, Dorm Invasion, Degrading Dialogue, Hardcore, Anal, Anal Prolapse

You slowly unlock the door of Viviz's dorm room and slip inside in the main area, your heart racing with sick excitement at what you're about to do. The living room is empty except for SinB herself, sitting on the couch watching a video of old GFRIEND's live performances, reminiscing good old times in her lonesome.

She doesn't notice you at first, too engrossed in the video of herself dancing and singing on stage. You lick your lips hungrily as you watch the way the blanket covering her legs rides up, giving teasing glimpses of her smooth thighs.

Moving up behind her, you clamp a hand over her mouth just as she senses your presence and tries to scream. "Don't make a sound bitch," you hiss in her ear, "Unless you want your pretty little face all over the internet."

She trembles against you, her eyes wide with terror as you use your free hand to bind her wrists together with zip ties. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long, been dreaming of stuffing my thick cock inside that perfect pussy and ass of yours."

SinB whimpers against your palm, struggling weakly as you drag her over to the TV and force her to kneel in front of it. With a few taps on her phone, a compilation video starts playing - a montage of SinB's most provocative dance moves and upskirt shots taken by obsessive fans.

"You're going to watch this whole fucking thing while I use those slutty holes," you snarl, undoing your pants and taking out your already hard cock. "If you're a good girl and take it all, I might let you cum too."

She shakes her head desperately but you just grab a fistful of her hair and shove your cockhead against her sealed lips. "Open up whore or I'll fuck your pretty face bloody!"

Sobbing, SinB reluctantly parts her lips and you immediately thrust your hips forward, burying half your shaft in the wet heat of her mouth. You groan loudly, savoring the feeling as you lock eyes with her reflection giving a sultry look in the fap video.

"Yeah, that's it you little slut. Suck my dick while you watch yourself being a cock tease on stage..." With your free hand you reach around and grope her full tits roughly through her shirt, using them as handles to fuck her face harder and deeper.

SinB gags and chokes as you mercilessly skull-fuck her, drool leaking from the corners of her stretched lips and tears streaming down her cheeks. But you couldn't care less about her discomfort, bucking your hips wildly to bury your cock to the root in her convulsing throat.

"Take it all you thirsty whore!" you grunt, getting off on the sight of her pretty face contorting so lewdly around your fat dick. "Feel how fucking hard you've made me by being such a filthy slutty tease!"

On the TV, the fap video loops to SinB shaking her hips suggestively, her tight skirt riding up to expose the curves of her ass cheeks. You pull out of her spit-slick mouth, smearing the mixture of spit and pre-cum across her gasping face.

"Look at yourself, fucking begging for this cock," you hiss, roughly flipping her over onto her forehead and knees. Her short skirt has ridden up, putting her panty-clad ass and thighs on full display. "You want this so bad, don't you slut?"

She shakes her head but that only makes you chuckle darkly. Seizing the back of her underwear, you yank it aside, exposing her bare pussy lips already glistening with arousal despite her fear.

"We'll see about that.” Line up your cock and drive it into her tight pussy in one violent thrust. SinB screams in pain as you bottom out inside her, her pussy stretching to accommodate your girth. "Fuck yeah, take every fucking inch you little cumbucket!"

Grabbing her hips with bruising force, you begin pistoning in and out of her dripping slit, keeping a brutal pace. With the fap video playing on loop in front of you, fucking this K-pop goddess's perfect cunt is even hotter than you imagined.

"Ahh! Please, no more!" SinB cries out desperately, her body jolting with the force of your savage thrusts. "It hurts so much! Take it out, I'm begging you!"

But her whimpered pleas and tears only stimulate you on, driving you to fuck her abused pussy even harder and deeper. You keep your grip on her hips, pulling her back onto your jackhammering cock with each brutal stroke.

"Shut the fuck up slut," you shout, drunk on the tight, wet friction of her velvet walls convulsing around your cock. "I'll fuck these whore holes however I want, you got that?"

You punctuate your words with a series of punishingly deep thrusts, making SinB wail as you batter against her cervix. Her petite frame shudders beneath you, overwhelmed by the ruthless reaming you're giving her sopping cunt.

"P-please...have mercy...I'll do anything..." she sobs brokenly, drool and mascara streaking her anguished face. But her teary, debased expression reflected in the TV screen, juxtaposed with the video of her confidently performing, just makes you want to defile her even more.

Letting go of her hips, you grab a chunk of her hair and yank her head back at a cruel angle. "Yeah, you'll do anything I say like the worthless fuckdoll you are!"

SinB's wails become muffled groans as you jackhammer into her from behind, taking her throat in a strangling side choke with your other hand. Overstimulated and choking, she convulses but your iron grip holds her in place, ruthlessly pumping her cunt full of your thick meat.

Your savage rutting of her dripping pussy eventually sends SinB into a series of shuddering, toe-curling orgasms. Her strangled moans fill the room as her cunthole clamps and quivers around your invading cock.

You laugh as you watch her frame convulse from the forced climaxes, smacking her ass hard enough to leave a red hand print.

But as soon as her shuddering slowly subsides, you yank your slick cock from her gaping, swollen hole with a satisfying wet noise. SinB whimpers pitifully, gaining a brief respite that you have no intention of allowing.

"Did you really think I was done with you?" you sneer, grabbing her hair again and flipping her over onto her back.

Through tear-streaked eyes, she watches helplessly as you lift and spread her legs in a wide split. Your thick, spit-slicked cock bobbing mere inches from her pink asshole, teasing her with what's still to come.

"This ass is mine next, bitch. I'm going to fucking ruin you, make sure you can never walk right or look at yourself on stage again without remembering how I turned you into my personal whore!"

SinB's eyes roll back in her head and she wails like a woman possessed as you press the bulbous head of your cock against her puckered, virgin asshole and start pushing.

"Oh god, please NOOOOOO!!!" SinB howls in excruciating anguish as you force the bulbous crown of your cockhead past the clenched ring of her untouched asshole.

Her entire structure thrashes beneath you as you impale her mercilessly, not stopping until you've brutally sheathed every sadistic inch inside her vice-tight anal passage.

"Fuuuck this ass is squeezing me so fucking tight!" you grunt, savoring the hot spongy friction gripping your pulsing cock.

Tears of agony pour from SinB's eyes and she writhes in tormented ecstasy, stretched to her absolute limits around your thick cock reaming out her most private depths.

"You'd better relax that slutty hole of yours, because I'm going to fucking destroy it!" you state, grasping her ankles and pinning her legs to either side of her quivering body.

With that warning, you withdraw until just the engorged head of your shaft remains, then surge forward in one stab. SinB's shriek of pain reverberates through the room as you start throwing the full weight of your body into raping her virgin ass.

The TV screen gives you a POV look at her face twisting in depraved euphoria with each savage stroke, mouth gaping and eyes rolling as you constantly rip her asshole. Her hands under her back claw futilely at the floor as waves of torture overwhelm her senses.

It's almost too much for you to handle - the unbearable tightness of SinB's rubbery asshole clenching around your dick, trying to repel the relentless anal reaming. Her shrill screams of pained ecstasy fill the room, echoing through your pounding head.

"That's it bitch, take every fucking inch like the worthless whore you are!" you roar, spit flying as you pile-drive her backside without mercy. "I'm going to rip you in half and leave you gaping!"

All sense of pleasure blends into an agonizing, blinding blur for her. SinB's mind shorts out, brain reduced to a primal state by the sadistic treatment her once virgin asshole is enduring. She can only lie there and howl like a banshee, eyes bulging and body jolting with each jab that hilts you balls deep.

Suddenly you seize her ankles like a hawk, pinning her trembling thighs vertically and suspending her lower body in the air. This new unforgiving angle allows you to hammer right into her core, impaling her helpless sphincter with pile-driver force.

“Take my fucking dick, you cumrag!" you howl, sweat stinging your eyes as your assaulting hips become a blur.

Her screeching hits fever pitch as you mash her female prostate, railing her ass with fury. You're distantly aware of the sounds of her sphincter squelching and stretching to its limits around your pistoning cock.

SinB can barely process the sensations wracking her body anymore. Her mind has fogged over, overwhelmed by the waves of anguished bliss crashing through her nerve endings.

Fuck the pain in her now-bloodied, gaping asshole as you degrade it without letup. Her pussy has betrayed her, convulsing erratically and squirting rivulets of girl cum across her heaving belly and thighs.

This bitch toy is in a semi-conscious nirvana now – eyes rolled back, chest flushed crimson, mouth lolling open in a silent scream of tormented ecstasy.

You can read it in the glazed, cock-drunk look on her face as crystal-clear as the fap video looped in front of you: She's becoming addicted to the act of being savagely defiled.

"That's right you fucking whore, just let it all go," you grunt, sweat and spit raining down on her splayed, convulsing form. "Give in to being nothing but a set of fuckholes!”

With one hand, you slide your thick fingers into her sloppy, overflowing cunt, finger-banging her as your hips shoot forward in piston-blur, anal-digging her within an inch of her life.

SinB barely registers your harsh words, lost in a transcendent state of masochistic rapture as you violate her most intimate spaces. Her swollen pussy spasms and squirts around your probing digits while her bowels burn and stretch around your ravaging cock.

"Now THIS is how you make fucking music video cum-slut!" you roar through gritted teeth as your hips become a blur - alternating between rail-gunning her abused asshole and resurging forward to corkscrewed-fuck her squirting cunthole.

SinB can do nothing but moan and drool, her legs akimbo in the air and limbs flopping lifelessly like a broken puppet's as you use her petite frame as your personal onahole playground.

You're huffing, simultaneously driving your cock to the base in her bowels while fisting her sloppy, overwrought pussy. She makes a gurgling sound - eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out as you balls deep inside her. Her abused anal fuckhole fibrillates and flutters around your pumping cock, as though begging for mercy. You grant SinB none.

You groan in pleasure, giving no quarter as you wantonly violate her spasming holes. Your sack clenches suddenly, taut and heavy as the volcanic orgasm builds. With a loud grunt, you snap your wrist forward, burying your fist knuckle-deep inside her pulsating pussy even as you rail her sticky pooper to the insheathing.

"Get fucking bred, you whore!" you bellow, as thick volleys of bubbling spooge begin filling her abused intestinal tract.

A deep, cataclysmic groan escapes your lips as that pent-up load finally erupts. Blast after blistering blast of boiling jizz hose into SinB's asshole, immediately overwhelming her previously vice-tight sphincter into a gaping, prolapsed ruin.

"AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" she shrieks almost subhumanly as her bowels inflate with your scalding seed, belly distending obscenely to accommodate the flood of baby batter pumping her ruined guts full.

You don't stop there however, snarling like a rabid beast as you fuck her demolished ass even after unloading what feels like a gallon inside. SinB's frenzied howls of pulsating pain and rapture provide the perfect symphony to your merciless coda.

Cock still lodged to the root in her sloppy, spooge-drenched asshole, you rain a flurry of brutal slaps and hooks across her tear-streaked face and tits. The once-proud K-pop idol's groans dissolve into dazed gurgles of submission, features swelling into a chaotic mess of red.

By the time you wrench free your still-throbbing member from the ruins of her rectum, SinB is all but catatonic - consciousness shutting down from the singularly shattering ordeal of being sodomized into oblivion.

Reddened handprints and cum seal the broken, conquered look on her ruined face. Her gaping, prolapsed asshole now adorned with a disgusting crimson ring - a permanent souvenir that will forever garishly remind her of her true value as rape meat.

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gglitch1dd · 6 days

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Well... aren't you a pretty doll? Pt 4

Army Soldier Midoriya Izuku x Secretary Reader

Context: After having spilt your drink on the man, you finally meet him for dancing.

Note: Set in the 1940s/1950s

[PART 3] [Well… aren’t you a pretty doll- Masterlist]

“One… two… three… smile!” The picture was taken as you stood next to Midoriya with a bright smile on your face. He pulled you in for a hug, bright smiles on both of your faces. You couldn’t have been happier. Today was your wedding day and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world to marry the man you loved more than anything in the entire world.

He placed a gentle peck to your lips, finally being allowed to do so in public now that you were both married. Midoriya had the brightest smile on his face as he looked down at you. His eyes were filled with nothing but love for you right now as you stood in your white wedding dress. It had belonged to your mother but just had some few adjustments to suit the modern day and suit you even more.

“Alright, you two.” Bakugou let out with a roll of his eyes, despite how annoyed he seemed, the man was dressed in his best uniform, formally pressed and his hair done just for the occasion. “Enough with all the lovey dovey hum bug.”

Eijiro chuckled as he had an arm around Mina as she stood next to him. “Aww, let them be, Katsuki. You only get married once.” He spoke from experience as he had Mina at his side.

“Come to think of it,” Midoriya started speaking as he looked down at the watch on his right wrist. “It’s time we best be going, doll.”

You hummed. “Alright then.”

Your dashing husband (something you felt giggly about just saying), put his hand to the curve of your back before putting his other hand up with a smile and a wave. “We’ll be heading off now.” He stated as you both started heading away from the front of the chapel and towards his car.

“Enjoy the three days off!” Kaminari shouted, the moment you looked away Kaminari, Sero and Sato made gestures and wiggling eyebrows that made Midoriya roll his eyes but smirk. “We’ll see yall soon! Have fun!”

“You treat her right, Izuku!”

Your green haired husband ignored the words from his friends as he helped you into the car, and the both of you were off. You couldn’t believe you were married. Just sitting next to him now was a dream come true. A year ago, you would have never believed that you were married to the man of your dreams, that you signed the certificate and changed your name to Mrs Midoriya.

Midoriya had a resting smile on his face, one that hadn’t left the entire day and you couldn’t exactly blame him, he was excited and so were you. Excited for this new life together you would be living.

He soon parked outside the new little home you had both bought. Nothing fancy but it was perfect for a start. You giggled as you saw it. “There it is!”

Midoriya laughed as he stepped out of the car first before moving to get you out from the passenger seat. Your feet were barely on the ground for five seconds before Midoriya swooped you into his arms making you shout in surprise. He had a big grin on his face as he kicked the car door closed and moved towards the front door.

“Sorry, Y/N but I always wanted to try this since I was a boy.” He told you excitedly as he brought you up the two steps of the porch up to the front door. He moved to unlock the door, holding you with one arm for a moment, catching you off guard at such strength. Once the door was opened, he went back to holding you in his arms. He looked down at you. “Time for me to carry you through the threshold of our first home together, doll.” He spoke lowly, his eyes on you and nothing else.

You moved to wrap your arms around his neck and you smiled. You put your noses together. “Together.”

He couldn’t help the full blown grin on his face as he kissed your lips for a few seconds making you melt in his arms. He separated with a soft chuckle before carrying you across the threshold into your new house. You looked around at your home. It was nowhere as big as your parents house, but you loved it even more. This was the home you and your husband would occupy. The thought made you warm inside.

Midoriya carefully put you down onto your own two feet. “So what do you think? Spruced it up myself.” He told you.

You turned to him with an excited look on your face. “Oh Izuku, I love it!” You told him honestly as you quickly moved around to check the ins and outs. You picked up the skirt of your dress as you went walking to the kitchen. The setting sun cascaded a dark orange glow around the house. “The kitchen is wonderful!” You told him honestly. “I have counter space.” You walked back into the entrance hall by the living area with a smile. “Oh…” You put a hand over your mouth. “We can entertain our friends here for poker nights!” You motioned to the dining table as you looked at him. You quickly looked towards the back. You gasped. “YOU GOT ME-”

“A washing line.” Izuku chuckled with his arms folded as he watched you in fascination to how excited you were over a small house that you could now call all your own.

You let out an excited squeal as you went back over to him. “Now I don’t have to hang clothes inside anymore.” You told him happily. “Was that a hen house I saw outside?”

“Mhm.” He nodded his head. “They’re coming in tomorrow and next thing you know, we’ll be having eggs in the morning.” He had his hands on your hips as you smiled up at him as though he gave you the world, which you felt like he did. He took you gently, guiding you further into the house to the bedroom hallways. “Then there’s our room and the spare.” He motioned to the left and to the right.

You turned your attention to the room on the left, the spare one. It didn’t have much inside other than some of your and his boxes from when you had your things moved here. You looked around at the blank room that had so much potential. “What are we going to do with this one?” You asked. “Is it storage?”

“Well…” Midoriya started as he walked slowly over to you, moving to stand behind you, his head moving to rest on your shoulder. “It could be junior’s room.”

You turned to look at him with a face that felt like it had been right in front of the fire. You raised an amused eyebrow at the green haired soldier. “Junior?” You asked with a soft giggle. “My, my, Izuku. I thought we just got married five minutes ago?”

He chuckled as he buried his pink face in the crook of your neck. “I can’t help it doll.” He let out lowly with a kiss to your neck. “With you in my life, I couldn’t help but think about it.” Slowly he took you by the hand and pulled you over to the master bedroom.

You looked around with wide eyes at the room. A bed for the both of you, a dresser too with side tables too. Before your husband could open his mouth and speak, you turned around and started pushing him outside. “Out.”

“Huh?!” He asked surprised.

“I need to get ready, and I can’t do that if you’re here. Out, out you large man!” You hearded him out of the room with light shoves before closing the door in his face.

Your poor husband was probably so confused but you had to calm your racing heart. Your mother had told you about what would happen on your wedding night, she had told you about the likes of any committed relationships between two grown consenting adults. So you knew that now was the time for something you had decided to wait for marriage to do. You took a deep breath as you got to work on undoing your dress.

It took some shuffling, tripping, a five minute pep talk and your best perfume before you cleared your throat, opening the door. “Izuku.”

You didn’t even have to wait long as not more than three seconds later, your man appeared in the doorway. “Am I finally allowed in doll, cause-” Midoriya stopped talking as his eyes landed on you.

You sat on the bed with your hands on your knees. You weren’t sure what to do as you sat in a short nightgown. You tried to fight off embarrassment as you looked away from him. You cleared your throat as you shuffled. “W-well?”

Midoriya was speechless as he took slow steps closer to you. His pupils were blown out, leaving small slivers of green. He let out a stuttered breath as he cupped your face in his large hands. “You look gorgeous, Y/N.” He told you gently, making you smile. “Are… are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you genuinely.

You put a hand over his own. “I am.” You nodded your head. “However, Mina told me that I might just make a mess. I’m not sure what she meant but I’m sorry if I do.”

Izuku paused before the side of his mouth twitched in a smirk as his eyes went half lidded with a dark veil of lust over his eyes. “I think you’ll be alright doll.”

You both jolted out of bed at the loud abrupt sound. You gripped the mattress as everything started to shake. Before you could even respond, Izuku quickly got out of bed and went to grab your dressing gown. “Honey, we got to go.” He told you, his voice trying to be louder than the distant bombings.

You shakily got out of bed but stumbled into his arms. “An air raid?” You asked.

He nodded his head, and when you looked up at him, you were surprised. The look on his face wasn’t one like yours. It wasn’t fear nor anxiety. It was almost as if a switch flipped. It was a dull empty look in his eyes that you had never seen before. Midoriya held you as you just managed to slip on your gown but then another bomb fell nearby making you shriek and by instinct cover your head.

Midoriya picked you up, sweeping you off your feet and started racing out of your bedroom. He opened the back door and looked up at the sky. Planes flew over head, the dull flags of your enemies painted at the bottom. He frowned but raced down the steps to the backyard fence. You saw some of your new neighbours that you had just got to meet a week ago after your wedding, were going down the alley at the back of your houses.

You saw Kirishima and Mina, the large redhead motioned to the both of you, still shirtless from bed and Mina had her curlers in and was in her night gown. “Come on!”

Midoriya carried you as you raced to the bomb shelter that was nearby for your block of the neighbourhood. He slid down the dug out where an officer in uniform stood with the door open. He motioned for all of you to come inside. Midoriya placed you down on your feet, allowing you to enter with him as you and other neighbour’s stood together huddled in the bomb shelter. Just as Kirishima stepped in, with Mina in front of him, another one went off.

You gripped onto Midoriya who held an arm over your head and kept you against him, a serious look on his face as the shelter shook for a moment at the sound and impact. You felt tears in your eyes, but you held him for dear life as the lights flickered.

“Izuku, we just got married a week ago!” You stressed as you stood in your army secretary uniform.

Your husband combed his hair back. “I know doll, but it’s gotten real serious now. They are calling out everyone to head out.” He told you honestly. If he could stay here with you, he would. The week that you were married was heaven on earth. It was a week where he could forget he was a soldier and the two of you were just two young people happy and in love. Just twenty-one and happily together. However, the bombs were horrible last night and in the early hours of the morning after the bombs had stopped, a call came. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

And that was the reassurance he told you even as you stood by the train going to wish him off. You frowned as you hugged him for dear life, your arms wrapped around him, afraid he would slip fade away. He placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He whispered.

You buried your face in his shirt and nodded. “Come back to me.” You whispered.

“I always will.”

“Don’t get yourself killed, Izuku.”

“I promise I won’t, doll.” He moved to tilt your head up to look at him, a gentle smile on his freckled face. “We’ve got the rest of our lives together.” He reminded you. “And everytime I look at this…” He pulled out a silver locket, a locket that revealed a picture of you. You eased at the beautiful item. You had got him the locket as a wedding present but you didn’t know that he would put that photo there. He smiled at the look on your face. He pointed down to it. “I’ll remember what I’m fighting for.” He reminded you.

You sighed but nodded your head. You held your hands towards yourself, knowing that if you didn’t you’d never let go of him and end up following him onto the train. He gave you a tip of his hat as he turned to board the train. You felt fear wash over you as tears flooded your eyes. “Remember I packed you and your friend’s scones! Eat while you can!” You called after him as the train let out a chuft as all the men started boarding.

He smiled at you as you watched him disappear on. You tried following the few glimpses of him further as he entered another cart where you saw other soldiers you knew. Midoriya chuckled as he peaked out the window at you. “I promise I will, doll.” He called out to you.

“Also sleep while you can! A delirious man is a dead man!” You called out to him. “I put your rosary in your pocket so don’t forget about it! Pray every night, Midoriya Izuku, I mean it!”

A loud chuckle came as Kirishima put an arm around Midoriya, with a sharp smile on his face. “Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll keep him alive for yah!” he told you. You gave him a grateful smile. Mina let out a nervous sigh as she looked up at her husband. Kirishima gave his wife an air kiss. “I’ll see you soon Mina!”

Mina looked up at her husband as she clutched at her necktie in anxiety.

You looked back up to Midoriya and tried giving him somewhat of a smile, just for him. He looked at you with a gentle one but then you saw it slowly start to dissipate. He frowned for a moment before he pushed forward. “BOYS!” He shouted at the new cadets that were far too green to be sent to war yet but they stood on standby. Some of them jolted at being called out from a higher ranking officer. “Lift up my wife please!” He motioned towards you. They quickly scrambled over to you, making your eyes widen. “And don’t you dare grab her behind! Any one of you get smart ideas and I’m making sure there’s an extra seat on this train just for you!” He shouted making some of the other soldier on board with you laugh.

You were lifted up onto two shoulders and hosted up halfway closer towards your husband. He took off his hat as he basically pushed half himself out the window, Kirishima and Sato holding him so he didn’t fall out. With one arm he pulled you close to him and pulled you into a needy kiss. You ignored the cheering from soldiers and the heat on your cheeks as you held his face in your hands. For that moment, there was just you and a man who didn’t want to go to war, didn’t want to fight in this hellish bickering of leaders, but he was going for you.

The train let out a whistle and he separated from you. Tears lined his eyes as he looked down at you. “I’ll write to you everyday doll. Everyday that I can! I promise you!”

You were put down back on your feet as you held your hankerchief with his initials on it. You tried to wipe the tears but you gave up. You waved to him. “I’ll be waiting!” You told him.

Mina stood beside you as you finally took a few steps back just as the train let out steam, ready to leave. “I haven’t told Eijiro.” She finally revealed.

You looked at her wide eyed. “You haven’t!” You asked shocked. “Well Mina you have to tell him now! You don’t know how long he’ll be gone.”

She glanced at you and then at the train. She let out an angry groan but quickly ran up. “Eijiro! EIJIRO!”

“HUH?” Kirishima peaked his head out as he looked to his wife. Her pink curled hair framed her beautiful brown face. He smiled as he waved his hand. “Bye Mina!”

“NO! Eijiro!” She let out frustrated as she looked up at him. “I’m-“ The train let out another whistle as the gears creaked as the train started to move.

“WHAT!” He shouted as he squinted to try and read her lips.

Mina broke into a brisk jog. “I’M PREGNANT!” She shouted up at him as she ran next to the train.

“You’re-” Kirishima’s big ruby eyes widened in shock, as he looked at her bone pale. His hands gripped the window tightly as he nearly leaned out the window the entire way, his red hair blowing in the wind. “YOU’RE WHAT!?”

“YOU’RE GOING TO BE A DADDY!” She shouted as she stopped running, halting at the railing that forbid her from going any further. She took a few steps back as she watched her husband disappear as the train kept chufting on. Tears went to her eyes as she covered her mouth.

You walked up to her and pulled her into a hug. “It’s okay. We’ll be okay.” You assured her.

“What did she say?” Midoriya asked him as him and Sato finally pulled him back into the train cart.

Kirishima looked as if he was out of his body for a moment as he shakily sat down on the leather seat with wide eyes. Bakugou raised an eyebrow wondering what got the redhead so spooked. He let out a stuttered breath. “I’m going to be a daddy.” He let out unsure.

At that news, Midoriya looked at him surprised before laughs spilled out all around. Supportive pats on the back and shoves were sent Kirishima’s ways. “Congratulations, Eijiro!”

Kirishima put his hands in his hair. “And I left her all alone.” He let out pale. “I know she’s a strong woman and hell would rather freeze over than her give up on something but…”

Midoriya saw the fear in his eyes, not at being a father but at leaving his wife and unborn child alone during such an important and scary time in their lives. He leaned over to his friend that was opposite him. “Eijiro.” He put his hand on Kirishima’s shoulder. The redhead turned his ruby eyes to look up at the green haired man. Midoriya gave him a smile. “We are leaving behind some strong women, they’ll be just fine. But you’ve aught to remember, we fight for them. We fight for our wives, and our families. That’s why you’re here and she is back there. No one likes war, but we fight to save those we love.”

-Glitch1d

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songbirdseung · 2 months

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puppy nanny / park sunghoon ☆

synopsis: with his busy life, he hired a dogsitter for his baby gaeul.

pairing: idol!sunghoon × dogsitter!yn

His days blur into a whirlwind of rehearsals, interviews, and performances, leaving little room for the simple joys of companionship. Yet, nestled within the chaos of his existence and career is a precious soul that demands his attention—a spul wrapped in white fur and filled with boundless love. Gaeul, his beloved pet.

Sunghoon knelt beside Gaeul, her soft fur warm against his fingertips as he gazed into her trusting eyes. The exhaustion of another long day lingered in the lines of his face. "I'm sorry," he murmured, " I know, I haven't been there for you as much as I should. It's just that things have been so hectic lately... and I've been pulled in so many directions."

My little baby titled her head as if understanding the weight of his words, her eyes filled with a silent understanding that tugged at his heart. "But I promise, things will be different from now on." Sunghoon continued, his voice tinged with determination. "You deserve to have someone here with you. Someone who can give you the attention and love you need. I'm going to find you a nanny. Someone who will care for you just like I do."

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Sunghoon sat alone in the dimly lit studio, the hum of silence punctuated only by the soft click of his phone unlocking. With a heavy sigh, he opened his contacts list, fingers hovering over the screen as he contemplated his next move.

"Hey, Sunghoon," Jungwon's voice broke through the quiet, his presence a welcome interruption to the solitude that threatened to consume him. "What are you up to?"

Sunghoon glanced up, a weary smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he motioned for Jungwon to join him. "Just trying to find someone to take care of Gaeul while I'm away," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

Jungwon nodded in understanding, settling into the seat beside him with an easy familiarity. "Actually, I might have someone in mind," he said, his tone casual yet tinged with excitement. "A friend of mine, Y/N. She's incredible with dogs—trust me, she has taken care of maeumi before."

Sunghoon's interest piqued at the mention of Y/N's name, his curiosity sparked by Jungwon's endorsement. "Really? Tell me more about her," he urged, his gaze fixed on his friend as he awaited further explanation.

Jungwon grinned, reaching for his own phone as he pulled up Y/N's profile with practiced ease. "Here, take a look," he said, passing the device to Sunghoon as he eagerly awaited his reaction.

Sunghoon's eyes scanned the screen, his interest piqued by the image of Y/N smiling brightly amidst a backdrop of lush greenery. As he read through her profile, a sense of warmth spread through his chest, a flicker of hope igniting within him at the prospect of finding the perfect caregiver for Gaeul.

—

Sunghoon stared at his phone, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows across his face as he hesitated, fingers hovering over the keys.

Sunghoon: Hi, this is Sunghoon. I got your contact from Jungwon. He mentioned that you might be able to help me with something important.

For what felt like an eternity, the silence of the room enveloped him, the seconds ticking by with agonizing slowness. And then, just as doubt began to creep in, his phone lit up with a new message, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

Y/N: Hi Sunghoon! Nice to meet you. Jungwon told me about Gaeul and how you're looking for someone to take care of her. I'd be happy to help!

Sunghoon's lips curved into a relieved smile at Y/N's response, a sense of gratitude flooding through him at her willingness to lend a hand. With renewed determination, he typed out his reply, his fingers dancing across the screen with newfound purpose.

Sunghoon: Thank you so much, Y/N. Would you be available to meet and discuss the details sometime soon?

As he hit send, Sunghoon felt a flutter of anticipation in his chest, his thoughts consumed by the possibility of finally finding the perfect caregiver for his beloved companion. And as he awaited Y/N's response, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty that had plagued him for so long.

Y/N: Absolutely! I'd love to meet Gaeul and discuss how I can help. When would be a good time for you?

—

The air hummed with anticipation as Sunghoon stood outside the quaint café, his pulse quickening with each passing moment. He glanced at his watch, the hands ticking closer to the appointed time, his heart racing with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

And then, as if on cue, he spotted her—a figure approaching from the bustling streets, her presence a beacon of warmth amidst the chaos of the city. Y/N's smile lit up her face as she caught sight of him, her steps quickening with each stride as she closed the distance between them.

"Sunghoon?" she called out, her voice a melodic cadence that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

"Y/N," he breathed, his own smile widening as he stepped forward to greet her, the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders at the sight of her.

Their meeting was a blur of introductions and laughter, the hours slipping away in a haze of easy conversation and shared moments. And as they lingered outside the café, the promise of friendship hanging in the air, Sunghoon couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over him—a feeling that perhaps, amidst the chaos of his busy life, he had found a kindred spirit in Y/N.

But it was when they finally made their way back to Sunghoon's apartment that the true magic began to unfold. As they stepped through the door, Gaeul's excited barks filled the air, her tail wagging furiously as she bounded towards them with unbridled enthusiasm.

Sunghoon's heart swelled with pride as he watched Gaeul greet Y/N with a fervor he had never seen before, her eyes alight with joy as she nuzzled against Y/N's hand with unabashed affection. It was a sight that filled him with wonder—a testament to the special connection that had formed between them in such a short time.

"I can't believe it," Sunghoon murmured, his voice tinged with awe as he watched the scene unfold before him. "She's never warmed up to anyone this quickly before."

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling with delight as she reached out to stroke Gaeul's fur, her touch gentle yet filled with an undeniable sense of warmth. "She's a special one, that's for sure," she said, her voice soft with affection. "But I think she knows that she's found a friend in me."

— A month later —

As Sunghoon stepped through the door of his apartment, the familiar scent of home enveloped him in a warm embrace. It had been a long month filled with grueling schedules and endless performances, but as he crossed the threshold into the sanctuary of his own space, a sense of peace settled over him like a comforting blanket.

Yet, it was the sight that greeted him in the living room that truly took his breath away—a scene so tender and intimate that Sunghoon felt as if he were intruding upon something sacred.

There, bathed in the soft glow of the evening light, Y/N sat on the floor with Gaeul nestled in her lap, her fingers gently combing through the dog's fur as she whispered soothing words of comfort. Gaeul's eyes were closed in bliss, her tail wagging lazily against the carpet as she basked in the warmth of Y/N's affection.

Sunghoon's heart swelled with emotion as he watched the scene unfold before him, a rush of tenderness flooding through him at the sight of Y/N's gentle care for Gaeul. In that moment, something shifted within him—a realization so profound that it took his breath away.

For the first time, Sunghoon saw Y/N not just as Gaeul's nanny, but as a kindred spirit—a soul whose compassion and warmth resonated with his own. And as he stood there, silently observing the sweet moment between Y/N and Gaeul, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over him—a feeling that perhaps, amidst the chaos of his busy life, he had found something truly precious in the form of Y/N's presence.

"Sunghoon," Y/N's voice broke through the quiet of the room, her eyes meeting his with a warmth that mirrored his own. "I didn't hear you come in. How was your day?"

"It's just... sometimes it feels like I'm drowning," Sunghoon admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. "Like no matter how hard I try, I can never seem to catch my breath. And I'm scared, Y/N. Scared that if I keep going like this, I'll lose myself completely."

Y/N listened intently, her heart aching for the pain she saw etched in Sunghoon's eyes. She reached out to gently cup his face in her hands, her touch a gesture of comfort and understanding that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

"You're not alone, Sunghoon," she whispered, her voice filled with an unwavering resolve. "I'm here for you, every step of the way."

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luvvyouforever · 8 days

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exclusively yours - sdv harvey x reader!

-> synopsis: harvey realizes some things about himself and one of those is that he can't stand it when other people look at what's his.

-> warning: NSFW MDNI MDNI MDNI SMUT! jealous harvey mhm. a touch of dom harvey what can i say. slight shane slander nothing too mean. a bit wordy. you've been warned.

-> a/n: i hope you all enjoy! i wrote this whenever i had time free over the course of a week when i should be doing homework.

there's a rare fire in his eyes that night at the stardrop saloon. he's not sure what it is that he's feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he knows for certain that he doesn't like the way shane's eyes rake over your flower dance dress that you had been wearing since this morning when you danced with the doctor, and not shane.

he's reminding himself of the ring on your finger, the farm that you live in together, the bouquets you've gifted him, the necklace that took ages to procure because the weather had to be just right. and yet, none of that is easing the jealousy threatening to bubble up over the surface.

the lust in shane's gaze becomes even more apparent as the crowd dwindles. he's talking to you and harvey can barely make out the words coming out of his mouth, but then there's a touch to your elbow that was well-timed to come after a joke you just made, and now harvey is striding over, wrapping a tight arm around your shoulders to stare at shane.

"what was so funny?" he asks and the interested inflection in his tone is entirely fake. "i know my wife has such a keen sense of humor, doesn't she?" you don't miss the emphasis he puts on 'wife.'

shane's grown awkward now, and he shifts hsi weight from one foot to the next. he's been caught and there's nothing much he can do to salvage this situation. "yeah, uh, she just made a joke about summer. nothing serious. sorry," he stumbles out.

"mhm, yeah. so, we'll see you around?" harvey says which effectively ends the conversation and forces shane back into the booth he was originally sitting down in. with a breath of relaxation, he turns to you with a different kind of fire in his eyes. one that makes you shiver with palpable excitement. "ready to go home?"

you nod and his hand moves from your shoulder down to the small of your back to give you just a slight push away from prying eyes and out the door of the saloon.

neither of you speak on the way home and it feels like even the nature around you is holding its breath in anticipation of what will happen when the door to your farmhouse swings open. the farmhouse becomes visible in the distance and there's a sudden weakness in your legs. subconciously, both you and harvey pick up speed until you find yourself speed-walking to the front door.

he wastes no time in pulling keys from his pocket and unlocking the door and, ever the gentleman, letting you go in first.

once he shuts the door behind him, his hand immediately finds the small of your back again and you feel your body inch closer to the bedroom. anticipation grows and grows until your back is leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom and harvey's stature is looming over yours.

this is new, this is unexplored, this is uncharted territory. harvey had never once been anything other than unadulterated sweetness in the bedroom. he cared about your pleasure, your comfort, and your enjoyment more than anything. but now there was something calling to him to give into this urge building in the pit of his stomach.

harvey's hand crawls from its position by his side, up the curves of your stomach, then stops at the base of your head. a soft gesture tilts your chin upwards so you're looking directly into his brown eyes. you feel small underneath his intense gaze, but it's certainly not a bad feeling.

"you know," he begins with a breath, "i've never considered myself a jealous person." you bite your lip in anticipation, feeling warmth grow from your core and radiate outwards. "but...the way shane was looking at you tonight...i think we just need a small reminder about who you belong with."

there was so much intensity behind his words despite them coming out in a soft drawl. you could have buckled right there on the doorframe but his body was caging you in so that there was no way you'd fall.

with a breath and a swallow, your hand travels from your side to his waist. "then remind me," you tease.

harvey's eyes darken and something about this excited you to no end. his strong hands bring you close to his chest and his lips hurriedly meet yours. they intertwine in a mess, teeth clashing, tongues bumping, but it sets your entire body alight. with ease, harvey inches you away from the doorframe and to the bed where you fall down onto the soft mattress. the white dress on your body falls around your waist, revealing the underwear you had on.

then, harvey growled. like truly, really growled as if something had took over him in these few seconds. he had been suppressing this urge to be with you intensely for fear of hurting you or embarrassing himself. but he's spurred on by your moans and the heat he feels radiating from between your legs.

after making out so roughly that your lips are left feeling numb, harvey's hands travel down your body, stopping at the hem of your underwear. with a strong tug, he pulls you to the edge of the bed and sits on his knees in front of you. he'd regret placing so much pressure on his aging knees in the morning, but that didn't matter now. what mattered now was making you cum to the point that you are unable to think of another man but him.

without much warning, harvey's mouth met your core. you threw your head back to the bed, letting out a moan that made you glad you lived so far from any other person. he was like a man possessed, seeking some salvation in the wetness growing and growing in between your legs.

he pulled away, but not for long as his fingers gripped the hem of your underwear and slid them down your thighs, calfs, and off your feet. for a second, he sat on his knees, marveling at your pleasure and whispered, "you must really like this, huh?"

his voice was laced with lust and darkness. before you could even respond, his mouth met your middle again and every part of your body lurched forward, in awe of the pleasure he was giving you. there was a coil in the pit of your stomach that was growing, wounding around itself, tightening with every stroke of harvey's tongue against you.

"harv! fuck!" you managed to choke out. you could feel his lips tilt upward in a smile, and just when you thought there was no possible way it could get better than this, his finger teased at your hole before plunging in. harvey's anatomical knowledge guided his finger upward, curling up to the spot that sends you reeling.

his name was a prayer on your lips as that coil tightened till the point you think it might snap. you could no longer hold it when harvey added in a second finger, curling both upwards and creating a pressure that pulled the coil till it all fell apart. you were a mess, hair sprawled on the comforter, dress halfway up your body, wetness dripping from harvey's fingers.

he leans back on his knees, eyes blown wide with lust. his lips glisten and his carefully groomed hair and mustache are destroyed. he's breathing heavily, but he didn't stop his frenzy there. with rushed movements, he tugs off his tie, his button down, his undershirt till there was nothing adorning his body.

"need this off," he mumbles, pulling at the hem of your dress. you come out of your daze to rise up and slide the dress off your body. "jesus...," he whispers. he rises from his spot on the floor and gestures for you to scoot up to the bed. slowly, his body comes over yours and once again you become caged in his grip and his scent. "do i tell you that you're beautiful enough? because if i don't i need some sense slapped into me."

heat floods in your cheeks at his words. harvey, ever the kind gentleman, was a whole other person entirely. for a second, you wonder if you could tease more possessiveness out of him. he was already delirious with pleasure. what could a little more hurt?

"i'm glad you think so too, dr. harvey. shane really thinks i'm the best looking person in this whole town," you say with a smirk tilting your lips upward.

that fire reignites in his eyes again. in seconds, his hands come to your wrists and you feel pinned against the bed. his chest is rising and falling with intensity.

"if i hear another man's name on your lips tonight, you're getting it," he threatens.

and, because you can, you push him further. "shane. alex. sam. sebastian. lew-"

in a renewed sense of dominance, harvey clamps his hand over your mouth, effectively cutting you off. "i don't think you'll be able to talk when i'm done with you," he says, voice just slightly above a whisper.

"prove it," you whisper back.

harvey smiles with something sinister lurking beneath the service. he stands from the bed, eyes never leaving yours and tugs off his belt, then his pants. with no flourish, his length comes out, irresistibly hard from the night's activities. he climbs back on top of you, settling his center in front of yours. he's barely touching your core but it's sending you arching upwards.

"i don't think shane could manage making you feel this good, you know?" he teases your entrance. "i mean, if you'd like to try, go ahead, but you'll come back to me crying because he can't make you cum like this." slowly, he slides himself in. you let out an unearthly moan that is met with his own grunts. "you're all mine. no one else's." he fully enters you then, hitting as far back as he could manage.

he drags himself out, then slowly enters back in. it's torturous. horrible. so awfully frustrating.

"please, harv. more!" you beg. he kept up his slow pace, barely budging. "need you more." you sound just as pathetic as you feel.

"can shane make you feel this good?" he asks.

so that's what he wanted from you. "no!" you plead.

"are you all mine, then?"

"yes, all yours!"

"exclusively mine?"

"exclusively yours!"

at those final words, harvey fucks into you again with a quicker, rougher pace. this was what you needed more than air. your hands fly to his arms where your nails dig into the skin there. he would wake up with marks that remind him of the night, but maybe that was your purpose in doing so.

harvey is stretching you out in the most perfect of ways and the closeness of his body to yours sends shivers all over you. his hands are desperately clinging to every part of your exposed skin and his chest rises quickly in attempts to catch his breath. nothing could stop him from his actions right now. all he can focus on is the way you feel so tight around him, the way you're moaning his name, and the way he has to hold in his orgasm until you've came all over him.

which isn't too far away. it's building with every deep, powerful thrust he makes. he's hitting spots inside of you that he hadn't before. it's blissful, filthy, and perfect. in the middle of your ecstacy, you make a note to draw out harvey's jealous side more.

"fuck," he grunts out. it's so strange to hear such filthy language coming from your husband who balked any time you said swear words. "you're so fucking tight for me, huh?"

his dirty words pull out a loud moan from you which seemed to spur harvey on even further. his thrusts lost their rhythm and his breath became rapid. he was close and so were you. with urgent moves, you wrap your legs around his waist which sends his length inside of you as deep as it can go. your eyes meet with a silent agreement.

your moans mingle together, filling the room with lewd noises. your name is repeated over and over again until the moment you both feel that release toppling over the edge, filling your bodies head to toe with pure bliss. his body doesn't still, but instead he returns to the slow pace he began with, pumping his cum deep inside you.

after some breaths and stilled movements, he pulls out with a slick noise and falls to your side. his arms open up in a silent request for you to lay on his chest and you oblige. the bed is destroyed, your bodies are sweaty, and there's certainly something leaking out of you onto the sheets. but sheets can be washed, beds can be made, and showers can be had.

all that matters is that you were exclusively his, and shane could never make you feel like that.

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chimielie · 7 months

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cw f!reader , iwaizumi’s pectorals , this post was sponsored by Big Adobo

you do it in front of the whole gang.

other people, too, but he never pays attention to anyone but his team at the gym.

mattsun is spotting hajime while oikawa heckles him (hyping him up, he’d say, but the music slamming in hajime’s ears makes the claim unverifiable). makki’s squatting beside him, sweat trickling down his temple, but he manages a smile and, when he rises again and puts down his weights, a wave.

hajime doesn’t notice, eyes trained intensely on the middle distance ahead of him, until you appear in his line of vision.

you look pissed, eyebrows scrunched together and hands on your hips.

he drops his weights. they land heavy, clanging against the catches loud enough that he can hear it even before he rips his earbuds out.

“what’d you say?” he furrows his brow.

“shirt off,” you say, pointing at him and flicking your finger in the air. “thanks.”

around you, his friends react with varying degrees of shock and laughter. you stay stone-faced, staring at him, folding your arms across your chest. you’re wearing a sports bra, like you’d just finished your own workout. sometimes you and he go to the gym together, but team activities are team activities, and oikawa likes to accuse you of trying to edge in on the boy’s team’s secrets, as though your own team isn’t reaching new heights of success under your captaincy. hajime feels his pupils expanding the longer he looks at you.

he complies, quirking a brow as he hooks his fingers in the back of his tank’s collar and yanks it over his head. you nod, looking satisfied, then hold out a hand.

“can i see your instagram real quick?” he bares his teeth in a smile at you, guessing where this is going, even if he’s not sure why. as much as you’ve danced around each other the last three years, neither of you have made a move.

something about the way he feels about you just doesn’t feel… urgent. like he’s just waiting for the universe to throw you together, for the right moment where everything clicks. he’s always wanted to take his time with you.

he guesses this is that moment.

he hands it to you, unlocked. you hand it back.

“your other profile.”

ah. it had started as a progress tracker, just a way to remember his exercises and maybe connect with others who were into that kind of thing. to his surprise, he had accumulated followers quickly.

a lot of followers quickly. oikawa called it his thirst trap account. hajime argued that he was just jealous because his beach volleyball videos hadn’t taken off yet.

he taps into his second profile, sliding open the camera function for you and giving you the phone back.

“good?”

“good,” you say, stepping into his space, over the forgotten bar, and for a second there’s nothing but light shared between the two of you, looking into each other’s eyes with pure fondness. then your lips curl into a coy smile and you put the hand not holding the phone on his chest and squeeze.

his pecs jump in surprise. you take the photo.

“thanks,” you say, letting go of him, but not stepping back. his skin burns where you touched him. he’s sure he’s gone deaf from the ringing in his ears. oikawa could be dead from shock behind him and he wouldn’t know. “my mom said you should come over for dinner later. she’s making adobo. see you then?”

“yeah,” he manages, “but tell her we’re going out for dinner friday. reservation’s at seven.”

“is it?” you eye him appraisingly. he pauses, glancing away from you to hit post on the photo. your phone lights up with a notification.

“it will be,” he promises, and reaches out to catch your chin in his hand, tilting your face back to him. “see you then.”

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bluebirdharry · 2 years

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Late Night Talking | Cologne, Germany 22/07

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jpnriikicore · 9 months

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── jolene, jolene

paring colby brock x fem!musican!reader, word count 574, genre angst, ( masterlist )

your coming back from the dance studio after hours of choreographing a new choreography for the bands comeback. as you walks into the trap house sam and corey gave you a weird look. that’s odd. you knew prank wars was going on between the members of the house. so, you didn’t think too much into it. maybe one of them locked you out of colby’s room. hell, maybe they pranked colby.

once getting close enough to colby’s room you hears a female voice inside. you puts your ear on the door to listen better. the females voice is was very familiar, but you couldn’t understand what they was saying the voices were muffled. most likely he was just talking to one of his friends on speaker phone. you opened colby’s bedroom door to only see a fucking nightmare. the familiar redheaded was jolene meadows one of five members who is in the girl band your apart of. she is extremely too close to her boyfriend for your liking. his shirt and her yellow sundress tousled on the floor. both their hair is disheveled. flustered. both of them are flustered. your eyes dart back and forth between the two. your heart fucking drops in realization.

"i’ll be moved out by today." you spoke cold heartedly, shutting the door behind you.

you had to be in a nightmare. a very realistic nightmare. really, jolene? you should have saw it coming. they make a good couple really. you just wished he had the manners to tell you he doesn’t love you anymore and wanted to see other people. just spare you and not waste your time any longer. wasted years for absolutely nothing. jolene acted like a friend for years. who knows how long this has been on? was you mad? no. was you disappointed? yes, because you wasted so much on him. the person you believe you was going to end up with. you spent countless of nights talking about marriage and kids with him. apparently, words mean nothing.

you hope that it was worth it. you wished them the best of luck even if they wasn’t dating you hope that they continue to live their best lives.

you continued to walk out of the trap house. you heard them yelling, but you ignored them. your mind racing more than it ever has. tears slowly started to form, but you refused to let your feelings get the best of you. you unlock and start to open your car door, but he was quicker. he shut the door and blocked your way to get into the car.

"it’s a prank."

you roll your eyes and scoff in disbelief. how stupid did he think you was? "yeah, sure." you glance over at jolene, who was now fully dressed and holding a camera.

"y/n, it’s a prank." you look into his eyes. his eyes don’t lie. well, not to you anyways. you’ve spent way to many hours learning how to read him like a book. his blue eyes were sucking you back in.

"no bullshit?"

"no bullshit."

you bend down with a hand on your heart. "holy shit, i thought i was losing the love of my life and one of my bests friends all at once."

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry." he apologized, as he engulfed you in a hug. he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

"you better be." you mumbled into his chest.

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rotgirll · 12 days

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⋆˙ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬

𝗽𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗰𝗮𝗹𝘆𝗽𝘀𝗲- 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

♱ 18+ 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵, 𝘮𝘥𝘯𝘪

you knew it was wrong, the looming cloud of consequences hung heavy over your head. the thought of your father's fury fed into the anxiety that had coursed through your veins hours ago, but now, as you stood on the edge of recklessness, it was adrenaline that rushed through your veins.

the room pulsed with the thump of the music. the haze of the alcohol began to make you feel giddy, the room spinning slightly and your vision becoming blurry. despite the warning bells going off in your head, you found yourself shoved forward by reckless abandon, fuelled by the thrill of the moment.

your hands anxiously tugged at the hem of your short skirt, a futile attempt at regaining some of your modesty back. you'd lost sight of your friends a little while ago, swept away by the fascination of the free alcohol and the company of the guy who had been eyeing you all night.

but now, as you moved through the crowd of people, his persistent presence was beginning to feel suffocating. he trailed behind you like a lost puppy, his gaze following your every move with an unwavering intensity. it was starting to wear on your nerves, the constant feeling of being watched, of being followed against your will.

with a frustrated sigh, you spun harshly on your heels, the motion sharp and decisive. the abrupt movement seemed to catch the stranger off guard, his eyes widening in surprise as you faced him head-on.

"look, brayden or brandon, whatever your name is," you called out, your voice laced with frustration, "just... stop following me around like you're a lost puppy or something."

your words hung in the air, and a significant tension swirled around you as you spun back on your heels and walked away, not bothering to wait for his response. the dim lights of the party flickered overhead, and the commotion of the drunk mob gradually subsided as you made your way through the dimly lit halls of the home, your destination fixed on the bathroom.

finally, after pushing open every single unlocked door, and trudging your way around the upstairs of whoever's home this was, you found it. a hefty sigh of relief escaped your lips as the familiar white, sterile room lit up before your eyes.

you quickly locked the door behind you and reached for the tap, the cool water soothing against your parched lips as you gathered it in your hands and took a refreshing sip. meeting your tired gaze in the mirror, a grimace tugged at your lips. god, you looked rough. after five hours of partying, dancing and drinking, it wasn't exactly a shock. but still, seeing the evidence of the nights activities was enough to make a pang of regret pierce through you. it made you wish that you'd never snuck out in the first place.

after spending a few minutes composing yourself in the bathroom, you unlocked the door and stepped back into the house. but something felt off. the dull throb of the party seemed to of died down, and there was an eerie absence of people around.

with a sense of unease, you descended the stairs, finding only a handful of people scattered around the living room, behaving as if nothing unusual had happened. you approached one of them, intending to ask what was going on, but your question died on your lips as you turned the corner.

to your surprise, there stood officer rick grimes, his commanding presence filling the room, casting a sense of discomfort over the small gathering of people.

as you caught sight of him, your breath hitched in your throat, your lips parched, and a familiar nervousness bloomed in your stomach. time seemed to stand still as he turned to the new face in the room, and as his eyebrows raised in surprise, a sense of dread settled in the pit of your stomach. you offered him a sheepish smile, attempting to shrink yourself down in hopes of slipping past him unscathed.

"um... I was just.. leaving" you squeaked out, manoeuvring your way around the imposing figure.

your heart raced as you padded past him, every nerve on edge, praying he wouldn't stop you. with each step, you felt his gaze bore into your back, his presence casting a heavy shadow over your escape.

as you finally reached the door, relief flooded through you. with a quick glance over your shoulder, you slipped out into the night. your sore feet hit the plush grass, and you almost thought you could cheer in delight at not being caught by the officer, but as you looked behind you, maybe you celebrated a little too early.

there he stood, in the shadows of the outside light, the door shutting behind him with a soft click. his gaze pierced into yours, a single eyebrow arched in silent inquiry. your heart sank as he advanced towards you, his stride oozing authority and confidence.

"uh.. hi, rick" you spoke, trying to muster a false sense of confidence.

his shoulder lightly brushed against yours as he strode past, his fingers gesturing for you to follow.

"come with me" he commanded, his voice carrying a hint of annoyance.

you stammered, regaining your composure and hurriedly following after him, attempting to keep up with his brisk stride. your words tumbled out faster than you could think, a jumble of apologies spilt from your lips as you followed him through the grass and onto the concrete path

he led you to his patrol car, as expected. upon reaching the door, he pivoted, leaning against it with his arms folded across his chest. nodding towards the house you had just come from, he raised an eyebrow.

"care to tell me what you're doing here at this time of night, sweetheart?" he questioned, his head cocking slightly.

your cheeks flushed at the endearment, and you found yourself gazing down at your heels, suddenly more engrossed in their details. though you had known rick for a long time, given your father's role as police chief, you never anticipated finding yourself in this situation with him.

you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, searching for the right words to explain your predicament without giving too much away. the tension hung thick in the air, and you could feel his scrutiny bearing down on you.

"I, uh.. it was just a little party" you offered, sheepishly.

"a little party, huh?" he replied, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"look," you began, aiming to get straight to the point, "please, just don't mention this to my dad"

rick rolled his eyes, sighing as he surveyed the area before opening the car door and sliding into the driver's seat with ease. once settled, he turned his attention back to you.

"get in. I'll give you a ride home" he said, reluctance evident in his tone.

with an awkward smile, you circled your way around the car to the passenger's side. the cold air nipped at your bare skin, prompting you to wrap your arms around yourself for warmth. the interior of the car wasn't much warmer, and as you settled into the worn leather seats, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the scant amount of fabric you were wearing in front of the man.

the roar of the engine filled your ears as the tyres spun on the gravel, moving the car away from the house and down the street.

"you cold?" he asked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, noting the way your arms were pulled tight around your body.

"a little" you hummed in response, your gaze drifting to the veins that stood out on his hands as he adjusted the air conditioning.

the scenery whizzed past in a blur, the city lights merging into streaks of colour as the car navigated through the streets. anxious thoughts churned in your mind, your fingers fidgeting nervously as you chewed on your lip, a knot of fear tightening in your stomach.

"wait" you blurted out suddenly, the urgency unmistakable in your voice, "don't take me home"

his gaze flickered to you, his expression unreadable. "why not?" he inquired, a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

"if my dad finds out I was out this late, i'll be in serious trouble" you explained, the desperation evident in your tone. "can't you just drop me off at a friend's house or something?"

you watched him carefully, hoping for a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes. instead, he chuckled lightly, the sound sending tingles through your body.

"sorry, princess," he said, his tone teasing "can't do that"

you drew in a shaky breath, the gravity of the situation settling heavily upon you. the realisation sinking in that escaping this situation wouldn't be as easy as you hoped.

"please" you begged, your voice barely above a whisper "don't take me home.. I'll do anything"

his ears perked up at your words, a flicker of interest crossing his features as he gave you another side glance, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"anything?" he echoed, amusement lacing his tone once again.

"anything..just, please" you confirmed, your voice tinged with desperation. although, you were too fixated on getting out of trouble to notice the faint flicker of uncertainty looming In your brain.

he fell silent for a few minutes, his focus seemingly absorbed by the task of navigating the car through the unfamiliar streets. suddenly, the car veered sharply into a lane you had never seen before. it seemed deserted at this hour, and whether that was a blessing or a curse, you were about to find out.

glancing at him, you noticed the dim glow of the street lamps highlighting the muscles in his forearms as he gripped the wheel. in the stillness of the night, you couldn't help but realise just how attractive he was. was he much older than you? yes. was he also under your father's command? yes. but were any of those thoughts present in your mind as you admired the older man? absolutely not.

the car jolted to a rocky stop, the abruptness of it causing your body to lurch forward slightly. his hands worked quickly to pull the key out of the ignition, the metal clink echoing in the confined space. seizing the moment, you glanced around, only to be met with the vast expanse of darkness outside. a frown creased your brows as you turned back to face the man, only to realise he was already watching you.

before any words could escape your lips, he pushed his seat back, creating a considerable gap between him and the steering wheel. he adjusted his hips slightly, the movement sending a flutter of butterflies to your stomach. you tore your gaze away from his crotch, desperately trying to appear composed. but as you looked up, you found yourself locking eyes with him.

his focus was entirely on your face, maybe even on your lips. your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met his, the intensity of the moment thickening the air between you. you swallowed hard, feeling the tension crackling between you like lightning.

his movement caught you off guard as he leaned in closer to your face, the proximity sending a jolt of anticipation through you. he only seemed to get closer, his presence enveloping you entirely. he was so close- you could smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne, feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, and see the glow of his eyes in the dim overhead light of the car.

but, before you could utter a single question, his lips parted, his voice breaking the silence. "you said you'd do anything, right?"

you were too caught up in the moment to respond with words, opting instead for a nod as you watched his lips move with his words. apparently, that wasn't sufficient, because his cold hand suddenly cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing just below your lips in a tantalising caress.

"are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and almost like a rumble. he was closer now, so close you could feel the heat of his breath over your lips, causing your eyes to flutter closed.

"yeah" you confirmed, the words leaving your lips in a soft, airy whisper.

that was all he seemed to need. the tension and desperation finally reached a breaking point as he pressed his lips to yours. they were surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the intensity of the moment, catching you off guard as you tried to match the pace he set. his hand, once gentle in its caress, now trailed down the back of your neck, tangling in your hair and pulling you impossibly closer to his face.

a small whimper escaped your mouth as he deepened the kiss, the heat of the moment overwhelming you. before you knew it, you were practically making out, tongues and teeth clashing in a fervent dance, the heat between you fogging up the windows of the car. god, you knew this was so wrong. but in that moment, it just felt so undeniably right.

while you were lost in the moment, his other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. he briefly pulled away, eliciting a whine from your lips as you instinctively chased after his. but he had other thoughts in his mind.

"why'd you sto-" you began, only to be cut off when he suddenly pulled you over the middle console and right over his lap, purposely placing you over the bulge that began to grow in his pants. he leaned back slightly, taking in the sight from this new angle. your hair was tousled from his fingers running through it, and your chest rose swiftly as you tried to catch your breath, your slightly swollen lips painted a picture of desire and longing. he knew it was wrong, but how could he resist when your doe eyes looked up at him so sweetly?

a curse fell from his mouth, his lips instanly chased yours again. the kiss was more fervent this time, the lust between you two only beginning to rise. his hand returned to tangle in your hair again, only to suddenly snake down the back of your neck and onto your waist, pulling you even closer in a possessive embrace.

your hips unconsciously ground down onto his, the movement emitting a groan from both of you as he rested his lips over yours.

"are you sure you want this?" he asked, breathlessly, his fingers toying with the hem on your skirt, inching dangerously close to your inner thigh.

that was an answer you didn't even have to think about. "yes" your words were confident, for the first time that night, and they only seemed to spur him into action.

his hands moved so quickly, you could barely even blink. they travelled up to your shirt, deftly grasping the bottom of it and pulling it over your head. your arms hit the roof of the car, bent into an awkward position as he slipped your skimpy top off of your body.

he whistled appreciatively as he got a good look at your perky tits, shaking his head with a small smile spread across his face. "god" he muttered, the words barely audible.

your nipples pebbled with the cool air, his hand reached up to toy with your sensitive buds like it was a second nature. the touch made your back arch, only rocking you over his bulge once again. that was his breaking point.

the energy in the car shifted, it suddenly became hot and heavy as he feverishly attempted to rip the rest of your outfit off of you. your little skirt came next, he didn't feel the need to take it off; the position would have made it awkward anyway. instead, he just hiked it up your stomach, flipping the thin material up, giving him a good look at your little lace panties.

"who'd you wear these for, huh?" rick teased, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. his fingers lingered, hooking through the fabric teasingly before letting it snap back against your skin. you couldn't help but squirm under his touch, lust coursing through your veins as you met his gaze of desire.

"nobody.." you began, your words trailing off when he swiped a finger over the most sensitive part of you, leaving a whimper to come out your mouth instead. his hands seized the lacy fabric again, this time pulling on it with force, eliciting a loud ripping sound that echoed through the car. the suddenness of the action caught you off guard, your skimpy little lace panties were now threads in his hands.

your brows creased in annoyance, but before you could protest, his middle finger pressed onto your clit. your hips bucked automatically, and an erotic moan slipped from your mouth. you hadn't realised how sensitive you'd gotten, but he certainly had.

a low chuckle tumbled out his mouth, his pupils clouded with lust as his finger rubbed slow circles over your throbbing clit. "you're so fucking wet, princess" he almost growled, watching every little jerk of your body as he touched your sensitive nub.

his pace was agonisingly slow, leaving you craving more. you pushed your hips down, practically grinding onto his fingers, casing the pleasure. "more, please" it fell from your lips like a chant, the thoughts in your mind going foggy.

"more?" he questioned with the same cocky chuckle, but alas, he obliged anyway. his fingers stopped their attack on your clit, leaving a dull ache in their wake. but, before you could get bratty from the lack of pleasure, he slipped one finger inside your dripping cunt.

a sharp whimper unfettered from your mouth at the sensation, your pussy sucking up his fingers feverishly. he inserted another finger, it practically slid inside with how wet you were. as his fingers began to pump in and out, the lewd sound of your wetness filled the small space, making all the blood rush down to his cock.

your hands scrambled for a grip onto anything as he curled his digits inside you, the pleasure overwhelming as they managed to hit that spot again and again and again. your fingers found grip on his bicep, squeezing harshly as the sweet release chased after you.

"p-please" you begged, choking on your words. you had no idea what you were even begging for at this point, your mind too hazy to even think.

"you close, baby?" he breathed, right into your ear. you hadn't even realised he had gotten so near. all you could do was nod your head, the coil tightening inside of you. you were so goddamn close, your legs shook as they struggled to hold you up, and your hand closed impossibly tighter around his arm.

the telltale signs were there, he knew how close you were. your walls went taut around his fingers, your body was twitchy and you couldn't even form a coherent sentence. he decided to give in, longing to see your face as you reached that climax.

"cum for me then, sweetheart.. come on" he encouraged, his voice dropping an octave lower.

the encouragement was all you needed, the coil inside you seemed to snap, and you felt like you turned to jelly as you came around his fingers, your face scrunching up in pleasure. "fuck!" you shouted, sure that your moans could be heard by people for miles.

your body collapsed against his, a soft hiss fell from your mouth as he slipped his fingers out, his hand now wrapping around your body possessively. your lips blindly searched for his again, the kiss lazy and sloppy. his hand gripped onto the flesh of your ass, electing a gasp from you as your mouth fell open, allowing him to ease his tongue into your mouth. the muscles fort a silent battle for dominance, him winning obviously, as your hips began erratically grinding against his.

in the haze of the make-out session, you began to notice the fact that he remained fully dressed, while you were left exposed, laid out on display for him. so, you ran your hand down his body, over his sculpted chest and down to his belt. your fingers brushed over the cool metal of the buckle, instinctively pulling at it, hoping he'd catch on.

and he did. with a knowing smirk, he caught your hand, stopping your fumbling attempts at his belt. his eyes locked onto yours, a silent understanding passing between you. without a word, he regained control, swiftly unbuckling his belt and removing it, tossing it aside carelessly.

you pushed your body up, allowing him to slide his jeans down to his ankles, his legs parting even wider as he was left in just his boxers. the unmistakable bulge in them drew your attention. your bottom lip settled between your teeth as you began to palm your hand over it. he threw his head back in pleasure, a low groan slipping from his mouth while the muscles In his jaw tensed.

"fuck.." he muttered, his voice thick from lust "I need you, now"

"then have me" you responded, coly, as he pushed himself back up to meet your lips. your hands clawed at the waistband of his boxers, trying to paw them off. he noticed your frantic movements, shaking his head at your impatience.

but alas, he gave in to you again, his patience was running thin. his hands joined your scramble to remove his boxers, finally pulling them down to set his hard cock free. it sprung up against his stomach, the tip red and angry. he'd gotten so hard from seeing you all worked up that it was almost painful.

a mischievous look fell over your face, your hands twisting around his throbbing erection, pulling another groan from his throat, this time It was louder with his growing impatience.

his large hands hooked under your thighs, lifting you up. your noise of surprise was silenced as he lined himself up and slipped inside of you. multiple obscenities flew out of both of your mouths as he pushed you down onto his cock.

the stretch was euphoric, your nails created dull crescents in his shoulder as he sunk you down lower and lower. you felt so full, your head tipped back and your eyes scrunched closed. your legs began to shake as he finally sunk you all the way down on his cock, and the moan that escaped his mouth was almost enough to make you cum on the spot.

"feel so good, angel" he groaned as his hand gripped at the nape of your neck, planting more kisses on your lips to distract you from the slight pain as he began to move. his hips bucked up ever so lightly, until the pain turned to pleasure.

his pace picked up when your quiet whimpers turned into fully fledged moans. despite your state, you tried to move your hips to match his rhythm, increasing the pleasure even more. shock waves ran through your body at every little bounce.

"s-so good" you whimpered, echoing his words.

rick chuckled, his head tipped back in amusement, curses slipping from his mouth "fuck princess, I'm so fucking deep" he bought his hand to your stomach, pressing down ever so slightly, causing your back to arch in ecstasy.

the once clear windows were now fogged up from the sheer heat radiating off your bodies, the car creaking at the speed of his thrusts. if anybody happened to pass by at that moment, they would undoubtedly know exactly what you two were up to.

but that thought wasn't even present in your mind, the only thought you had in that moment was how close you were getting, and rick could tell it too.

"so...close" you stammered, your walls pulsating around him wildly.

"yeah?" he panted "close already? so needy" the chuckle that left his mouth was teasing, your whimpers and moans music to his ears. the sound of skin slapping together was deafening, probably echoing on for miles.

"what do you say then, baby? you wanna come so bad?" his hand travelled to your clit "say please"

you gasped as his fingers began to rub small circles over your swollen bud, the motion tipping you just over the edge. "oh g-god, please...please, please" the words fell from your mouth like a chant, trying ever so hard to gaze into his eyes.

he groaned, feeling his release chasing him too. "fuck... come on then, princess.. cum for me"

his praise tipped you over the edge, finally reaching your peak. your body shook and your vision went white for a moment. you could barely feel the hand that he slapped over your mouth to keep you from screaming.

your gummy walls pulsating over his cock were enough for him to fall over the edge, his stomach tightening and a string of groans and curses slipping out of his mouth as he came inside of you. his hot, white cum painting your insides.

your eyes opened again, and your hips bucked involuntarily as his cock twitched inside of you. your vision was slowly coming back, thoughts started to regenerate in your head. you could feel the juices dripping down your thighs as you stared into his eyes. god, your dad would be livid if he found out.

shit, you didn't use a condom.

#rick grimes #the walking dead #twd rick #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes imagines #twd x reader #twd smut #twd imagine #rick x reader #rick grimes x you #smut #rick grimes drabble #help

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sopiao · 8 months

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(i’ve been searching for the artist since forever 😭😭 only trace of it is from pintrest 🥲)

but könig’s cut looks so fresh omg 🤭 JUST LOOK AT HIS FUCKING HAIR

anyways, a lil snippet of him showing it to you!!

Soldiers can’t have their hair too long, can’t touch the collar, it says. But even with König’s mask, there’s no exceptions. So, he was forced to cut it. For the longest time he managed to get away from it, his hair was so long it was a little past his shoulders, collarbone length.

And you loves it. Loves playing with it, running your fingers through it, playing with it, rubbing suds through his scalp while you wash his hair. You always loved how it was always so soft and shiny, so silky with minimal care. Lucky.

After his first cut, he felt so weird. His head felt lighter, and somehow he feels.. naked? Even with his sniper hood on he still felt naked. For the first couple hours he rubbed his hand against the nape of his neck, feeling how shaved and short it is, so foreign for him.

He was more worried about how you’d react. He knows how much you love playing with his hair, trying new hairstyles you find, tying it in little ponytails or the half-up half-down do. It was 2 weeks until he went on leave. So he had time for it to grow out a little and get more comfortable with it.

His hands are shaky when he unlocks the door. Usually he’s very excited and wastes no time to just rush in and lift you in his arms. He still has his hood on too. König relaxes a little when he enters your shared home, the familiar sound of your playlist hitting his ears, unconsciously putting him at ease.

He steps out of his boots and placed them on the ground next to the entrance. Taking light and quiet steps to make his presence unknown, planning to surprise you. The smell of your food, his favorite meal, almost made him forget about what he was nervous about.

The sight of you doing little dances and singing along to your music while you prepare König’s coming back dinner puts him at ease. Maybe it’s not that bad. Maybe you’ll like it.

When you turn around to grab an ingredient from the island behind you, you catch a glimpse of him entering the room. For a split second you think it’s an intruder, since he never comes home to you with his mask on, but then realize it’s your husband :>

“König!” You squeal, turning off the stove, and excitedly sprinting your way into his arms. The Austrian lovingly accepts your love, engulfing you in his big arms and lifting you off the ground as you squeak in joy.

“Vergib mir, maus. I’m sorry I’m late” He apologizes, looking down at you, his worries immediately washing away and not even wanting to eat, just wanting to lay in your arms and sleep on you for hours, days even.

“Why do you still have your mask on?” You ask, more worried that something happened to him, rather than bothered that he’d hide his face from you. It was quite odd since he’s been very comfortable about his face being seen by you, and now he’s hiding it, just like when you first met.

“Uhm..”

“What?”

König’s arms slowly unwrapped and moved away from you. Hesitantly, he lifted up his sniper hood and set it down on the counter. Eyes down, too scared to look up and see your reaction. You stood still, mouth agape, just taking in the whole new feature.

From the beginning of your relationship till now, he always kept his hair long. Always preferred it that way. He’s not sure how he developed a taste for it. He just started missing his haircuts at a young age and just kept it like that.

This was all so new to you. You could see so much more of his face now. Come to think of it, this is the first time you’ve seen his neck. The more you stared, the more you were amazed with such a change.

“Hm?” König finally took together the courage to look you in the eyes, head still low, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. He couldn’t really decipher what your expression meant. Looked like a mix of shock, surprise. Just couldn’t tell if you liked it or not.

“Oh. My, God” You reach your hands over to his face, first at the base of his neck, then slowly up to cup the sides of his face, slightly squishing his cheeks.

“You look so handsome!” You grin, once you take in every detail, and start to slowly get used to it. He looks up again at you, hands holding onto your wrists softly.

“You like it?” He asked, not sure whether you just lying to make him feel better or being genuine.

“Do you?” He nods in response.

“Then I like it” Smiling once again, you start to run your hands up from the nape of his neck to the back of his head, fingers relaxing between his hair, not very used to how short it is.

“Why’d you cut it?” You ask, slightly tilting his head to get a better view of every angle, not really bothered that he did cut his hair, just curious since this is a big step outside of his comfort zone.

“They made me. Said it’s way past regulations” He sighed and shrugged, missing the feeling of how you’d massage his scalp and scratch his head before bed, making him feel drowsy.

“You look so handsome” You coo quietly under your breath, after a couple seconds of comfortable silence. He’s slightly hunched, his natural posture, to accommodate the height difference between you two. Basking in the familiar and home-like feeling of your touch.

—

After dinner, the two already began to wind down for bed. König takes his usual position next to you, arms around your middle, your leg draped over his, and his head resting on your chest. It took a while to actually get to sleep since König’s hairs was tickling your chest.

When his hair was longer it just draped and laid on your skin. It took some getting used to but soon the two fell asleep, König first. Usually, on most nights, you’d rub his back and scratch his head with the other hand while you hum him— and yourself— to sleep.

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jungshookz · 8 months

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y/n doesn't know how to be petty & jealousy is not a good look on jimin

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader // balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse!! i think there’s a fairly good balance of honk honk humour and angst and fluff in here but i could be wrong!! seulgi (once again) is a pot-stirrer and you can either love her or hate her for it!! jungkook’s cute and is a really good dance partner!!

➺ wordcount; 12.1k

➺ summary; surprisingly enough, both y/n and jimin are great at acting unaffected by their devastating breakup — it’s only when they’re reunited two weeks later in class that their nonchalant, callous composures begins to crack.

➺ what to expect; “i just think the respectable move is to wait until we’re done learning, mr. park. or would you like to continue wasting everyone’s time by singling out jungkook and i just because you’re clearly in a sour mood for no reason and seem to be enjoying using us as your emotional punching bags?”

➺ currently playing on cee.fm; need you now — lady antebellum

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the feeling of your phone buzzing rapidly against the mattress is the thing that rouses you from yet another restless night of sleep

you kept waking up every few hours and every time you woke up you’d be awake for at least another hour before dozing back off

you’re pretty sure you fell asleep close to six in the morning and according to the clock on your bed stand it’s already 1:30 but somehow you still feel so, so groggy despite getting seven and a bit hours of sleep

you peel an eye open reluctantly, staring at the bright vibrating rectangle for a few seconds before you drag your arm up lazily to grab it because something crazy must be happening if the group chat is chirping away like this

you’ve had your phone on do not disturb for the past week (except for the few times lisa clearly hit the ‘notify anyway’ button to get your attention) so you’ve kind of been out of the loop but being present and a functioning member of society isn’t exactly the first thing on your mind

people are right when they say time just melds together when you’re going through a breakup because you honest to god do not even know what day of the week it is

“okay, what’s going on…” you mutter to yourself, voice thick with sleep as you roll over onto your back and bring your phone up to your face to unlock it

it takes you a couple of tries to get into your phone because of how bright the screen is and you curse before resorting to typing in your passcode with fumbling fingers instead

you haven’t been on your phone too much because… well, you’ve just not really been in the mood to do anything but rot in bed all day with the curtains drawn — and not to mention, every time you’re on your phone you’re just waiting for a text or a call or literally anything from jimin but unsurprisingly it’s been complete silence on his end

you’ve mostly been ordering takeout and also you’re pretty sure you went the whole day without drinking water yesterday, so all in all, it doesn’t seem like you’re handling this very well

what makes things worse is that you have class today and it’ll be approximately a week since you last saw jimin and the two of you officially ended things and seven days is simply not enough recovery time — you haven’t even accepted the fact that you can no longer call him your boyfriend and that you have to call him your ex-boyfriend now (and teacher, but it’s not like that’s anything new)

i think we should end things permanently, because i want to be in a real relationship instead of whatever the fuck this has been.

jimin’s words ring loudly in your head and you feel your eyes starting to well with tears for the trillionth time in a row as you mindlessly scroll through all the notifications that have been marinating on your phone for the past seven days

the only thing you’ve been able to focus on is replaying that last conversation with jimin in your head and it’s driving you up the wall

i never said i was ashamed to be with you, jimin.

you never had to say it for me to see it.

“god…” you mutter, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose in a poor attempt to stop the tears from flowing

you haven’t been able to stop thinking about jimin and what makes it harder is the fact that you can’t talk about this with anyone without exposing yourself and jimin

and as much as you love lisa, you know that if you told her she would of course be concerned about you but would also have a million questions for you and you’re just not in the mood for an interview at the moment

another thing you’ve been thinking a lot about is what would’ve happened if you grabbed the phone and called lisa when jimin told you to call your friends and tell them the truth

would he have stayed?

was that really the proof that he needed to show him that you wanted to be with him?

would that have fixed everything?

you’d still have to hide your relationship — the only difference that telling your friends would make is that mr. park would be accused of playing favourites and knowing a few of the chatterboxes in class, word would spread very fast and it probably wouldn’t take long until you get an email from the dean asking you and jimin to come and speak to him

and then either jimin would get fired or you’d be expelled and both those options sound like hell

with that being said, wasn’t it an incredibly unfair move on jimin’s part to ask you to do that for him?

what if you’d asked him to call the dean to tell him that you two were together?

given the circumstances, wouldn’t jimin be hesitant to do it as well???

well, you suppose in your scenario it’s a little less high stakes because you’d just be telling a close friend, but still… you did the right thing, didn’t you?

it was irresponsible of both you and jimin to enter into a romantic relationship when you guys are teacher and student, and you had to put an end to it before the truth eventually came out and tore the two of you apart

this was the right thing to do

now jimin can continue teaching, and you can continue learning at this very prestigious dance academy that you worked very hard to get into

plus mom and dad would probably kill you if you got expelled over something as scandalous as this

sometimes doing the right thing feels bad! and it’s okay that you feel very, very bad at the moment, because feeling bad is just a normal part of the human experience.

you let out a huff of frustration, rolling onto your back as you look up at the ceiling

…but how do you know if you did the right thing or not?

you let out a slow exhale, shaking your head as you bring your phone back up to look through all your texts

you can’t help but wince a little looking through all your missed notifications throughout the week

most of your texts are from lisa and you know she’s going to want some kind of an explanation of your disappearance

from: lisa [wednesday 9:08am] — are you okay? barely heard from you all week

from: lisa [thursday 6:23 pm] — ??

from: lisa [friday 10:32am] — y/n

from: lisa [friday 11:02am] — helloooooo some kind of indication you are alive please

from: lisa [friday 8:14pm] — okay well you’re still sending me tiktoks so ik you’re alive

your thumb goes tired from scrolling through all of lisa’s texts and you finally reach the end to see that she texted you a few minutes ago

from: lisa [1:22pm] — are you coming to class today?

your fingers pause slightly as you think about how to respond and how to act casually about the fact that you’ve been a ghost for the last week

to: lisa [1:34pm] — yes!! i’m coming

to: lisa [1:34pm] — SORRY i haven’t been responding to your texts, social battery’s been weirdly low and feeling blegh bc period but i’ll see you today mwahaha

unsurprisingly, lisa doesn’t take too long to respond because she’s always on her phone and it’s never on do not disturb-

from: lisa [1:35pm] — hmmmm okayyy hope you’re feeling a little better at least? just glad ur alive! i’ll see u later ALSO read the group chat bc omg i’m dead

from: lisa [1:35pm] — mr. park

your stomach dips a little in anxiety at the mention of mr. park because the point of looking through your texts was to distract yourself from any thoughts of jimin, but then again, why are you surprised? the girls are obsessed with him and he’s always a hot topic in the group chat

one time he showed up to class wearing a pair of jeans that made his butt look really good and it was a topic in the group chat for like a week and a half straight

you switch over to look through the group chat, scrolling up the literal hundreds of texts until you get to what’s clearly the meat of the conversation

seulgi [best ballerinas 🤍] — You guys aren’t going to believe what I heard

seulgi [best ballerinas 🤍] — Rmb how I said I’m pretty sure Miss Im and Mr Park are like meant to be

seulgi [best ballerinas 🤍] — Apparently they were out on a date this weekend

lisa [best ballerinas 🤍] — wtffff NO WAYYY wait where’d u hear it from

seulgi [best ballerinas 🤍] — One of the guys from Miss Im’s class

seulgi [best ballerinas 🤍] — He slid into my DMs after their performance 💅🏼 as he should 💅🏼 and then we were texting for a bit and he just told me that he saw them walking around downtown together lmfaooooo I totally called it

you don’t even bother reading the rest of the messages but through your frantic scrolling you manage to catch a message from seulgi teasing you directly about losing your precious mr. park and- “oh, just give me a break!” you groan obnoxiously, tossing your phone aside before flipping onto your stomach and letting out a muffled scream into your pillow

great!

good for them!

good for jimin, good for nayeon, good for the happy couple! you’ll have to make sure to ask jimin if you’re allowed to bring a plus-one to their wedding and what colour they want to paint the nursery for the child they’re going to have who’ll undoubtedly be the cutest baby on the goddamn planet-

the thought of playing hooky and calling in sick so you don’t have to go to class crosses your mind briefly, but then you remember that in order to do that, you’d have to call mr. park to let him know (one time, lisa asked jisoo if she could let him know that she wouldn’t be in class because of a bad cold, and both lisa and jisoo ended up getting mildly scolded because why are you asking your classmate to talk to me for you, and why are you talking to me on behalf of your classmate?) and needless to say, the last thing you need is to talk to jimin and pretend like the only problem you have is that you’re not feeling well and you don’t think you can come to class today

and not to mention, with this new piece of information of him and miss im going out on a date over the weekend, you don’t want him thinking that he won the breakup because you’re so heartbroken that the only thing you can do in stay in bed and cry (even though technically that’s what you’ve been doing all weekend, but whatever) — as heartbroken as you are, you’re just as stubborn so you will be going to class and you’re going to try your absolute best to keep it together… you have to.

»»————- 🥀 ————-««

jimin splutters after splashing icy, ball-shrivelling cold water onto his face, blindly fumbling for the towel in his duffle bag before using it to pat himself off

he looks at himself in the mirror, leaning closer and reaching up with a finger to pull at the bags under his eyes

the last time he had bags this bad was when he would stay up all night rehearsing for his own exams

there’s not enough concealer in the world to hide the bags he has now

needless to say, this breakup has completely destroyed him and this is the first time he actually has no idea to conduct himself after ending things with someone

he’s had flings and short relationships all throughout high school, undergrad, and even at the academy, and it usually only takes him a few weeks to fully flush his ex out of his system, but he can already tell that this breakup is nothing compared to those ones

sure, he was sad after his breakup with nayeon and couldn’t even force himself to get over her for much longer than he’d anticipated, but that was then and this is now — and now, he can fully say that the breakup with you is one of the most devastating things to ever have happened to him

he’s been so out of it all week that he even ordered pizza for himself on friday night instead of digging into his usual meal of [insert choice of lean protein here], roasted vegetables and brown rice… a family sized pizza

a family sized pizza!!! a pizza for an entire family!!

the only time he went out this week was saturday afternoon when nayeon texted him to ask him if he wanted to go out for coffee and also to discuss what they wanted to do for their conjoined class today

and to be honest, jimin barely remembers what they talked about that day and he’s hoping that nayeon will carry them both through today’s class because mr. park is just not mentally here at the moment

to be honest he’d kind of been dreading coming to class (can you blame him?) and he considered calling in sick and cancelling class today, but if he cancelled today, that’d mean he’d have to have an extra makeup class next week and- well, he can’t avoid seeing you forever

it’s just that he doesn’t even know if he can look you in the eye after you basically showed him that you don’t want to be with him

it’s embarrassing

he’s heartbroken and humiliated and hurt and you’re basically the only thing that’s been on his mind this whole week

admittedly it was a little selfish of him to demand you to call your friends to tell them that you were dating him

it was an unfair move on his part and he knows he acted out of emotion, but… well, he just wished that you fought harder to keep him, that’s all

and it’s true that he always felt like you were slightly embarrassed to be with him — he was never afraid to hold your hand in public and act like a normal couple but it was always a little upsetting to turn and see you cowering down or hiding behind a pair of sunglasses or baseball hat or something to conceal your identity

he knows that you only did it to protect the both of you from being exposed, but you didn’t have to hide yourself all the time

you guys couldn’t even go to restaurants without you quietly requesting for a table at the very back to avoid being seen by anyone passing by

maybe this breakup was for the best, now that he’s had a week to think about it…

sure, his relationship with you was one of the best he’s ever had and he’s pretty sure he’s head over heels in love with you and would 100% say it back if you said it to him, but hey! he’ll get over it one day

you’re his student, he’s your teacher — it was inappropriate from the start and it was irresponsible of him to pursue anything with you, so this breakup was a good thing

it never would’ve worked out in the end, and it’s better that it ended sooner or later

this was just a lesson from the universe that he had to learn, and yes, it was a very hard lesson, but he’s always been good at learning and he’s just going to take this as a sign to not get involved with another one of his students ever again!

it was silly of him to think that it would ever work out in the first place, anyway, so if anything, he should be able to move on and move on fast

easy peasy

“easy fuckin’ peasy.” jimin clears his throat quietly, running his damp fingers through his hair as he looks at his reflection in the mirror from side to side, “i’m park fuckin’ jimin. top of my class, aced all my exams, youngest and most sought after teacher at this academy,” he puffs his chest out slightly, nodding to himself as he feels his confidence coming back to him

he’s mr. park, he knows he’s hot shit!

he doesn’t need you to feel complete

he doesn’t need you at all

he hears the voice in his head let out a laugh of disbelief followed by an all-knowing alright, keep lying to yourself if this is how you’re planning on coping with this breakup and immediately shuts it out before bending down to grab his duffle bag, swinging it over his shoulder before putting a pair of thick-rimmed, square framed glasses on

he forget to order more of his contacts over the weekend so he’ll have to wear his stupid dorky ass glasses today (the memory of you telling him how much you love it when he wears his glasses flashes in his mind and he shuts it out as best as he can, but the thought of getting you flustered today in class with these glasses makes the corner of his mouth twitch in a cocky smirk.)

»»————- 🥀 ————-««

“wow, look who’s alive!” you jolt in surprise when lisa slings an arm around you from behind, leaning her head against yours with a grin as the two of you continue walking towards the main doors, “period cramps are brutal this month, hey?”

“yeah, it’s been- ha, not great, you know how it is-“ you press your lips together in a tight smile as you pop your airpods back into the case so you can give your friend your full attention, “sorry i… barely texted you all throughout the week, i’ve just- um-“ you clear your throat quietly, pausing for a second to think about what excuse to give lisa

you feel awful for lying to her about all of this because you know that lisa would never be upset or angry with you and is only here to help you because she’s your friend, but still… the wound is a little fresh at the moment so lying will have to do

because if you rip this bandaid off right now and she gives you that sympathetic head tilt and shoulder droop and big sad eyes combo, you are 100% not going to be able to make it through this class without completely losing your mind and you are certainly not about to burst into tears in front of your classmates

“you’ve just what?” lisa nudges your side to get your attention and you look over at her, your mouth still hanging open with no fake excuse sitting on the tip of your tongue

you’ve never really been good at thinking of things on the spot

you’ve also never been good at lying so there’s that to consider as well

“i just… i don’t know! weird mood. one of those weeks, you know?” you shrug weakly, lisa’s brow raising slightly before she purses her head and nods slowly

“no, that’s okay! i was just worried about you, that’s all. but you… know you can talk to me about anything, right?” she holds the door open for you and you offer her a meek smile, swallowing the lump in your throat as the two of you head towards the changing rooms

“yeah, i know.” you respond quietly, choosing not to say anything else after that even though you know you’re acting very suspicious and you have a feeling lisa knows you’re hiding something from her

“you excited for class today?” she changes the subject swiftly and you immediately nod even though you have no idea what’s happening in class today, “i’ve been buzzing about it all week. miss im’s boys are so fine.”

“they’re- oh, we have the, uh- they’re coming to our class today, right? we’re, like, pairing up with them or something like that, right?” you clear your throat, opening your locker door up before sitting down on the bench to take your sneakers off, “yeah, they’re all very nice to look at. that jungkook guy is nice, i follow him on instagram.”

“oh, jungkook is- mmph-“ you can’t help but giggle when lisa bites her fist, “he’s more than very nice to look at. you should ask him out. he was making googly eyes at you at mr. park and miss. im’s performance.”

the reminder of that night immediately kills the vibe and you feel your mood drop, but you focus on taking your socks off instead of thinking about i think we should end things permanently, because i want to be in a real relationship instead of-

the sound of lisa’s locker door slamming shut snaps you out of it and you turn to see that she’s already fully dressed and ready to go with her water bottle in one hand and her phone in the other, “you want me to wait for you?”

“you can go in first! i’ll be a while, i-“ you look down at yourself and your sweatpants, letting out a breath because you’re already exhausted and changing into a leotard is no easy feat, “i still have to change and then i have to pee and stuff, but i’ll see you in there.”

as soon as lisa leaves, you feel yourself slump as you lean over with your elbows on your knees, your mind immediately spacing out

you are not mentally here right now and you don’t know how you’re about to go through a two hour class where the main thing you have to do is focus otherwise you get in trouble for it

“it’s a guy.”

you immediately perk up when you realise you aren’t alone and you turn to look over your shoulder, your brows knitting together in confusion as you blink up at seulgi before looking back down at your duffle bag quickly and pretending like you were in the middle of going through it, “what are you talking about? and how the hell did you get in here so quietly??”

“it’s a guy. am i right?” seulgi sighs, ignoring your second question (though you are genuinely curious how she managed to come in without you noticing, or maybe you’re just really really checked out that you didn’t notice her at all) and plopping herself down on the bench next to you before crossing one leg over the other and crossing her arms over her chest, “that’s why you’ve been acting so off all week.”

“what are you on about?” you snort, though you can’t help but think to yourself how true it is that women are very intuitive when it comes to pretty much anything but especially when it has something to do with men

and seulgi is the best at figuring things out — especially when it comes to things that are literally none of her business like this!

“you’ve been weirdly civil with me over text when you usually bite back with something.” she raises her chin slightly, her gaze never leaving your face, “you never just sit there and take it.”

your eyes flicker slightly and you find yourself unable to look seulgi in the eye for more than two seconds before looking away, and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck prickle when she gives you that one look that screams i’m not going to stop pestering you until you tell me what drama you’re swept up in

“what makes you think that me being civil has something to do with guy problems?” you blurt out, your cheeks starting to grow pink out of anxiety because now you know that seulgi’s onto you, “also, we rarely text and talk outside of class except for when we’re out with the other girls for brunch or something. why do you care about my texting style all of a sudden?”

“well, you didn’t deny anything.” seulgi points out, and your hand immediately freezes in your bag upon the realisation that yeah, you didn’t deny anything and seulgi is definitely onto you and is also definitely right because you definitely are going through guy problems right now

but how much can you trust seulgi? you haven’t even told lisa who is arguably your best friend in the class and also the entire world

“we aren’t friends, seulgi. you don’t have to pretend like you care.” you mutter, voice wavering slightly as your eyes begin to brim with tears because this is the first time someone’s asked you if you’re okay in person and clearly you’re an emotional wreck if seulgi is the one asking and it’s making your eyes tear up

keep it together, keep it together, keep it together, you remind yourself, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you pull your leg warmers on and quickly reach up to wipe a rogue tear away before seulgi sees you crying

“so it is a guy.” seulgi hums, nodding her head to herself before clicking her teeth, “knew it. is it someone we know? was it a hookup? long time situationship? did he ghost you? have you been secretly dating someone this whole time and you just got dumped by them?”

all the blood drains from your face as you turn your head to look at seulgi with wide eyes (nearly snapping your neck in the progress), your lips parting before you quickly shut then and turn back to pull your slippers on

seulgi’s eyes widen before she blinks rapidly

no way

this whole time you’ve been dating someone?!

to be honest seulgi’s always thought you were a massive prude who would crumble at the sight of a couple holding hands in public so this is actually a pleasant surprise for her

“no fucking way!” seulgi delivers a harsh slap to your shoulder and you press your lips together, your eyes fluttering shut because fuck, the jig is up and now you have to confess to your sins to someone who cannot be farther away than good and holy, “oh my god. y/n y/l/n, you sneaky, sneaky girl. who?!”

»»————- 🥀 ————-««

“are those new leg warmers?” lisa looks over at you as you stretch beside her, and you look down at your brand new (grey, with little thunderclouds on them) leg warmers before nodding, “yet another pair for your already extensive collection…”

“well, what can i say?” you chuckle, reaching down to smooth them down a little before shrugging, “i wasn’t gonna get them, but retail therapy always makes you feel better when you’re feeling like shit.” you blurt out, looking up slightly when you realise that saying retail therapy implies that something happened in which you need to make yourself feel better

…

“retail therapy? what on earth bugged you so much that you needed to buy something?” lisa snorts, pulling her hair up into a ponytail in the mirror

“probably just dealing with the fact that she knows she’ll never be as good of a dancer as i am.” seulgi butts in, letting out a sigh before shaking her head, “it’s okay, y/n. not all of us were meant for the stage.”

“thank you for the reminder, seulgi. you keep me humble.” you joke, giving her a soft smile and acknowledging her attempt at a distraction with a little nod — you ended up telling seulgi absolutely everything in the changing rooms (but not before triple checking that nobody was around to listen, because that would’ve been a disaster for sure) because… well, it was killing you having to hold everything in! and seulgi, believe it or not, was willing to lend an ear and actually listen for a change instead of blabbing her mouth off like the know it all she is

much to your surprise, seulgi told you that she wouldn’t tell anyone about this (to be perfectly honest, seulgi thinks it was kind of sick of you to break the rules and date your own teacher, because it’s very unlike y/n y/l/n to do something as taboo as that… she has a newfound sense of respect for you because she would probably also do the same thing if she was in your position because who in their right mind wouldn’t launch themselves full speed at the chance to date mr. park?? but she’ll never tell you that because she knows it would go to your head and you would try to become best friends with her and she’s pretty sure that your relationship works better when you’re frenemies who are constantly trying to one-up each other.)

“they’re a little… gloomier than what you usually get…” lisa giggles, reaching over to jab a finger into one of the thunderclouds, “still cute, though! and it matches the weather.” you turn to glance out the window, frowning at the sight of the dark grey clouds hanging in the air as the the windows tremble from the weight of chubby raindrops smacking against it rhythmically

the weather for the past week has been absolutely dreadful and definitely hasn’t made you feel any better, but you have to admit that it was kind of relaxing laying in bed all day listening to the sound of the rain

“well, the weather is shit, but what makes me feel better is knowing that in a few minutes this room is going to flooded in an ocean of hot testosterone-“ lisa wraps her arms around herself before shimmying her shoulders with a squeal, “aren’t you guys excited?! i don’t know why you aren’t more excited that we basically get a free pass to flirt with boys for the next two hours-“

“i’ve got my eye on seokjin,” ailee chimes in, “god, i would climb him like a goddamn tree.”

“you know who’s actually built like a tree? kim namjoon. you seen those thighs of his?”

“well, i’m gonna see if i can get paired with hoseok — i’ve seen him dance, he’s super good. he does hip-hop too, the man can do it all-“

“yoongi and i already spoke last time so i’m pretty sure we’re gonna hook up in class and also out of class-“

“you guys just stay away from taehyung, because i’ve been eyeing him for so long-“

“y/n, what about you?” you feel lisa nudge your back with her foot and you spin around on your bum to face the group, “well, i don’t think i need to ask you who you want to be paired up with.”

“you seem to be convinced that jungkook was making googly-moogly eyes at me but i’m telling you that he was just being friendly-“

“oh, well- yes, jungkook was definitely making googly-moogly eyes at you and i’m pretty sure he’s going to try to get paired up with you so don’t even worry about that- i was talking about mr. park!”

“wh- what?” your eyes widen slightly and you let out a nervous laugh, “i- what- what makes you think that i- why would i get paired up with mr. park?? that’s not even- that’s not even allowed, i don’t think a student is allowed to be paired up with a teacher for an exercise like this-”

“why are you getting all flustered??” lisa laughs, reaching over to pinch your thigh, “oh my god, i was just teasing you because of the fat crush you have on mr. park, i’m not actually saying you’re going to get paired up with him, dummy-“

“even if y/n was paired up with mr. park, she’d probably clomp all over his feet.” seulgi snorts, “besides, she- oh, shit-“ she immediately gets up and you turn to see jimin walk into the room, muscle memory forcing you up from the ground so you can stand with your feet in third position with your hands behind your back next to seulgi

you feel your heart racing in your chest as the familiar smell of his cologne wafts past you and you immediately look down when he walks past you

you just hope that no one can hear how hard your heart is pounding because you would’ve appreciated some kind of warning before jimin came into the room

you’re just going to keep your head down and stay in the back of the class for this lesson, and then you’re going to slip out with the girls at the end of class as quickly as you can

“good afternoon, ladies…” jimin greets lowly as he makes his way towards the front of the room, his voice slightly raspy from the complete lack of sleep he’s gotten

he drops his duffle bag on the ground as he looks out at the godawful weather, frowning slightly because no one’s responded to him and he thought he taught you guys better than that! it seems like two weeks without class has turned you girls a little sloppy…

“i said, good afternoon, ladies…” jimin tries again, emphasising his tone before turning around swiftly with a tilt of his head, leaning back against the counter with toned arms crossed over his chest, “what’s the matter, you guys forget your manners?”

“good afternoon, mr. park!” everyone fumbles to respond to his greeting, and you find yourself barely mumbling out a barely coherent ‘afternoon’ before continuing to stand in your spot obediently

“…alright, jesus, i don’t know what the hell that was-“ jimin scoffs, shaking his head with a mild expression of disgust on his face, “maybe it’s a good thing miss im and her students are coming over today so you can see how proper students are supposed to act!” he claps his hands together before reaching into his back pocket for his phone, “miss im will be leading the class today, i’m just gonna be hanging around the back as her co-teacher, but please do your best and try not to embarrass me in front of her students. she just texted me and let me know that she’ll be here on time, so just continue warming up until they get here…”

“someone woke up on the bitchy side of bed this morning. what do you think his problem is?” lisa mutters to you as the class disperses back into doing warm-up exercises, and you shrug with one shoulder and plop back down on the ground

“i bet i know.” seulgi snorts, and you shoot her a warning look before she smirks and sends a blowing kiss in your direction

you turn your head slightly to look over your shoulder, surprised to see jimin looking right at you before his eyes flicker and he quickly turns and looks down at his phone instead

»»————- 🥀 ————-««

“now, the purpose of today’s class is just to familiarise yourself with dancing with a partner — after all, it’ll be one of the things you have to do during your exams at the end of the semester!” nayeon chirps, standing tall with her clipboard held close to her chest, “mr. park and i were dance partners, as you know… it’s also important to develop a bond with the person you’re partnered with. if there’s no bond, there’s no trust, no warmth, no chemistry, and all of that will be visible on stage through your dancing, so i cannot emphasise how important it is to really strengthen the connection you have with one another.”

“well, there’s more than one way to do that-“ taehyung mutters, the class breaking into a collection of snorts and giggles before going silent again when jimin gives them one of his signature unimpressed death glares

he’s barely spoken a word since nayeon and her boys came into the class ten minutes ago because that’s how mentally checked out he is

it’s actual torture having to be here with you standing across the room as if he doesn’t have a million questions lined up and ready to go

were you just lying when you said you loved him? did you know he was awake? did you do it on purpose to get him to become more attached to you??? did you date him so that you would be chosen for the nutcracker at the end of the year?!

he made brief eye contact with you earlier (he was staring at the back of your head and wasn’t expecting you to turn and look back at him) and he swore he was going to start tearing up when the two of you locked gazes which is why he had to look away so quickly

“i’ve paired you up randomly, so i’m just going to read your names off my list. when you hear your name, pair up with your partner and stand to the left side of the room and wait quietly until everyone’s been paired up,” nayeon clears her throat, looking down at her list, “lisa and taehyung, jisoo and seokjin, seulgi and namjoon…”

jimin resists the urge to blow his cheeks out and roll his eyes out of complete boredom as he stands next to nayeon with his arms behind his back, occasionally glancing down at her list to see how many people still have to be paired up

“-y/n and jungkook-“

he immediately perks up at the mention of your name, eyebrows furrowing when it’s followed by jungkook’s name because what the hell does nayeon mean by y/n and jungkook??

“oh, uh-“ jimin nudges nayeon’s arm, “you- you paired y/n up with jungkook? we, uh, did we… did we talk about that, or…?”

“what do you mean? i asked you if you had any preferences for partners and you told me to sort them out, don’t you remember?” nayeon whispers, using the tip of her pen to trace a line down her page before tapping right next to your name and jungkook’s name, “plus y/n’s clearly your strongest student, and jungkook is mine, so i’d like to see how they work together. i think they’ll work out quite well, they already seem to be pretty friendly with each other…”

“y/n and jungkook.”

you look up when you hear your name being called and you immediately look over at jungkook, offering him a shy smile when he beams and starts to make his way over to you

what a pleasant surprise!

you actually really like jungkook — sometimes he sends you memes on instagram or he’ll swipe up and respond to your stories, so the two of you have interacted more than a handful of times and you think he’s a pretty solid guy

and you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t handsome (and it kind of gives you an ego boost knowing that he might have a teensy weensy crush on you)

“pst- make him jealous.” you hold back a yelp when seulgi suddenly burrows her fingers into your side and you turn to glare at her

“what?”

“make. him. jealous.” she enunciates through gritted teeth, eyes flickering over to jimin before she looks over at a smiley jungkook, “nothing wrong with being a little petty.”

“what- i’m not going to make him jealous, that’s not going to solve anything-“

“it won’t solve anything, but would it be so wrong to have a little fun to make yourself feel better?”

“seulgi, i don’t like being petty and- hi!” you turn your head and greet jungkook with a bright smile, letting out a chuckle afterwards, “nice to see you again.”

“likewise! i’m glad we got paired up.” he nods, standing a little closer to you as the two of you return your attention to the front where miss. im is in the middle of giving her tips for the girls

“try not to help your partner! you kinda just have to trust them — i know it’s very tempting because you know the combination and you know what step comes next, but the best thing to do is to just keep a strong core and focus on yourself! that way, your partner can- you know, kind of put you where you need to go. so, what we’re going to have you do for this exercise is, girls, you’ll make up a short combination, tell your partner what that is, and then immediately perform it on the spot.” miss. im turns to look at jimin, “so, mr. park, do you have any tips for the boys?”

“uh, i mean…” jimin purses his lips slightly, “use your palms, not your fingers. it wouldn’t feel good for your partner to have your fingers digging into their ribcages especially. also, you’ll be able to have more control when you’re using your palms instead of lifting with your fingers. just, uh… yeah, trust in your partner.” he nods, looking over at nayeon to signal that he has nothing more to add

god, he really is out of it today

“any volunteers?” nayeon purses her lips as she looks around the class, not surprised to see that majority of you are avoiding eye contact with her (it is pretty intimidating dancing with all of your peers looking at you and judging every move, but it’s something that all of you will have to do eventually), “alright, then i’ll have to choose, since no one is taking the initiative.” she chirps, smacking her palm flat against her clipboard before turning to look right over at you and jungkook, “jungkook, y/n — would you like to come up here and demonstrate for the rest of the class?”

you feel the hairs on your arm prickle in anxiety as you stand there for a second in silence, both you and jungkook exchanging glances before you turn back to look at miss im with a meek smile, “ah- yes, miss im.”

you were expecting everyone to break out and scatter around the room instead of immediately performing in front of the class, but you suppose everyone’s already warmed up and ready to go…

“bepetty.” seulgi coughs quietly, and you turn to see jungkook holding his hand out for you to take

“shall we?” he grins, clearly very confident in your guys’ ability to impress the whole class with your little routine, “don’t worry miss im, y/n and i will try our best not to completely amaze you with our routine, but no promises…” jungkook’s comment gets a couple of laughs and you giggle lightly before taking his hand and letting him lead you to the front

“that’s easy for you to say, i’m the one who has to come up with the routine-“ you add on, the corner of your mouth lifting in a knowing smirk when jungkook lets out a laugh and a nod

his hand feels quite warm in yours and your eyes widen a little when you feel his thumb rub over your skin soothingly

“do your best!” miss im smiles, flicking the main lights off and turning the spotlight ones on as you guys get to the front, “y/n, what combination will you two be demonstrating for your peers?”

ah, shit

“i….” you’ve never been good at thinking of things on the spot, and you can’t help but look over at jimin for a split second who seems to be shooting daggers right at jungkook as he stands leaning against the wall by the door, his arms crossed over his chest and his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek before he clears his throat quietly and rubs his lips together a couple of times

his eyes are lidded slightly and to be honest, if looks could kill, jungkook would be bleeding out on the floor right about now and you can’t help but feel a little pleased at the obvious fact that jimin doesn’t like that you were paired up with jungkook and definitely doesn’t like the fact that miss im chose you and jungkook to demonstrate in front of the class

“y/n?” jungkook elbows you slightly to get your attention and you clear your throat before standing up a little straighter, sorting through all the moves that you know and trying your best to come up with a quick routine on the spot

“oh! i, uh… okay, first, i’m gonna piqué attitude to the left, tombé… uh, double stepover, and then i’ll do… ah… i’ll do… échappé-echappe… passe-passe, i… suppose i’ll do a spin and then finish in arabesque?” you smile sheepishly, looking over at miss im and jimin for validation only to get a grunt from jimin and a pleased nod from miss im

that seems like a doable combination, right?

god, you hope so

lisa shoots you a thumbs up from the audience and you clear your throat quietly, taking a few steps back and waiting for your cue as miss im lowers the spotlights slightly

the last thing you see before the lights dim is jimin’s furrowed brows and clenched jaw and you press your lips together in order to suppress a grin

»»————- 🥀 ————-««

“wonderful job, you two. impeccable!” nayeon claps her hands gently along with the rest of the class, a proud smile on her face as she nudges jimin with her elbow, “see, what’d i tell you? the two of them fit together like two puzzle pieces, don’t you think?”

“yep.” jimin licks over his front teeth in irritation when he notices the way jungkook’s hand lingers on the small of your back (a little too low for his liking, and if he was grading jungkook for an exam he’d immediately dock off a point for hand placement alone) as the two of you bow/curtsey at the front to thank your classmates for the applause and he feels his blood beginning to boil when he sees the shy little smile on your face and the blush spreading across your cheeks when jungkook whispers something in your ear

what the fuck is he saying to you that’s making your cheeks red??

“you have something you want to share with the class, jungkook?” jimin blurts out right before he can even process that he’s blurted something out, his hand instinctively reaching over to smack the main lights back on

the light switching back on so suddenly makes a few of you flinch and you reach up instinctively to shield your eyes, a little puzzled by what the problem is

jimin is completely unbothered as he looks at jungkook and tilts his head, “well? if you can whisper it to y/n, you can share it with everyone.”

you and jungkook exchange glances of confusion

“oh, i-“ jungkook stands up a little taller and jimin can’t help but feel drunk on power because of how intimidated he looks right now, “i just said that she did a really good job, mr. park, that’s all. a-and that she looks very pretty when she’s focused.”

“interesting. well, i don’t think that’s a very appropriate comment to make to your peer,” jimin responds immediately, shaking his head before looking over at nayeon, “miss im, you need to control your hormonal students-“

“woah, my boys aren’t the hormonal ones here-“ nayeon scoffs, and jimin’s eyes widen in offence at the dig at you guys even though he technically made the first jab (and also, nayeon’s probably right about that because he’s seen the way you guys look at him and has also heard many of things said about him), “and it’s perfectly fine to compliment a peer! maybe keep the second half of your comment for after class, but don’t listen to grumpy mr. park, you two — again, great job, you can go back to your spots.”

awkward, scattered applause makes its way around the room as you and jungkook return to your spots, and lisa gives you a look that says “what was that??? we’re definitely talking about this later” to which you respond with a quick shrug as you pass by her

“okay…” miss im clears her throat quietly, letting out an uncomfortable chuckle before flipping to the next page on her clipboard, jimin following close behind her as the two of them head back to the front of the room, “let me see… jisoo, seokjin, can you guys come up next?”

“i’m sorry if i- if i made you uncomfortable with my comment, y/n, i really didn’t mean to-“ jungkook whispers, and you shake your head quickly as you look up at him with a frown

“no, not at all! it was very sweet of you-“ you reassure him, reaching down to give his hand a squeeze, “really, it was very kind of you to say. and you did a great job as well- sorry i almost stepped on your foot when i-”

“oh, that’s- no, it was really all you, i basically just followed you and made sure to spin you and stuff-“

“jungkook!” jimin’s voice is crisp and it makes you stand straight up as you turn your head to look back at the front, “talking again while your peers are getting ready to perform up front?”

jungkook’s face turns bright red and he shakes his head quickly, “i- no, sir, i’m- i wasn’t-“

“i talked to him first, so if you’re going to bark at someone, you should do it at me-“ you raise your hand to get jimin to look over at you before giving him a casual shrug, “my bad.”

“‘your bad’?” jimin repeats with air quotations, narrowing his eyes at you and almost daring you to continue speaking to him in such a casual tone when you know he’s made it very clear how important it is to speak to him formally when it’s class time, “well, is there something that you’d like to share with the class since it was so important you had to speak to jungkook about it right now?”

“just that he did a fantastic job and he looked incredibly handsome doing it,” you chirp, maintaining a smile on your face, “i also said that we did completely amaze everyone with our routine because i guess we just fit together so, so well and- well, the second half of my comment, i’ll say to him when the two of us are outside of class, as miss im suggested.”

your comment doesn’t get any snickers, which isn’t a surprise considering the fact that everyone is probably terrified of how angry jimin looks — but honestly, you have no idea why he seems to be picking on you and jungkook but you have a feeling it has something to do with the breakup

and when you think about that, you can’t help but get more infuriated because can’t he see that he benefits from you breaking up with him?! now he’s free to date whoever he wants to date

like he said, he can be in a real relationship instead of whatever the fuck the two of you were in

not to mention, you haven’t brought your personal feelings into the situation the same way he has (this is a lie, you are definitely acting on your emotions right now but the denial is slathered on thick today) so what makes him think that he has the right to treat you and jungkook like shit just because he’s all pissy?!?!

“i’d like to pull y/n out to talk to her for a moment.” jimin immediately turns to look at naeyon with his hands behind his back, nayeon frowning as she looks back and forth between him and you, “now please, miss im. we won’t be long.”

“well, can you wait until we’re done?” you pipe up, and that gets you a little stomp on the toes from seulgi because now you’re just doing too much but the rage that’s building inside of you from having jimin clearly picking on both you and jungkook is becoming unbearable, “i just think the respectable move is to wait until we’re done learning, mr. park. or would you like to continue wasting everyone’s time by singling out jungkook and i just because you’re clearly in a sour mood for no reason and seem to be enjoying using us as your emotional punching bags?”

the silence is almost palpable, both you and jimin glaring at each other from across the room as everyone stands silently, awkwardly, because what the absolute fuck is going on right now?

jimin’s eyes have gone completely dark and if it weren’t for the fact that he used to be your boyfriend, you would probably be terrified for basically cussing out your teacher in front of the whole class — but the scale feels balanced now because the current conversation taking place doesn’t seem at all like a mr. park vs miss. y/l/n interaction… this is a jimin vs y/n interaction.

“leave this classroom right now.” jimin says through gritted teeth, his voice eerily low and quiet as he continues staring at you without a single blink, “right fucking now, y/n.”

“no problem.” you snap, swiftly moving your way through the crowd and heading straight for the door, your fists clenched at your sides

you let the door slam shut behind you, angry tears beginning to brim at the edges of your eyes as you storm down the hallway towards the changing rooms so you can get your bags and go home

you shouldn’t have come to class today — you knew that seeing jimin would be too much for you and now look at where it’s gotten you!

openly disrespecting jimin not just in front of the girls but also in front of miss im’s boys, which probably mortified jimin because he prides himself on how well-behaved you guys are whenever you’re paired up with students from another class… you have a feeling this isn’t going to end well at all.

the thought of being grilled not just by jimin but also the dean of the school sends a lightning bolt of anxiety right into you and your brain immediately begins to conjure up an email of what you’re going to say in your apology letter because that’s the type of student you are, not whoever you were just a second ago

you just couldn’t help yourself!! you’re running on an inconsistent sleep schedule and you haven’t been eating right and you’ve barely been drinking water and you’re sad about the breakup and mad at the circumstances and also feeling a little bit like maybe you acted too hastily in the first place and should’ve communicated with jimin about how you were feeling and what you were insecure about instead of diving head first into the whole crazy jealous girlfriend act and driving him away

and now it seems to be your ego and your pride standing in the way of making you turn around and just talk to jimin because walking away and accepting that this is just the way things are is the much easier option

“so stupid,” you sniffle, reaching up to wipe away a stray tear as your bottom lip starts to tremble

you’ve ruined everything

“hey, i didn’t say you could leave-“ you glance over your shoulder when you hear jimin’s voice as you continue making your way down the stairs, but you pick up your pace when you see him starting to follow you, “y/n, i swear to god-“

“i’m going home, i’m clearly not in the right state of mind to be here right now, mr. park-“

“oh, don’t give me that bullshit, y/n-“ jimin snaps, “i think you and i both know we’ve been avoiding each other but we need to talk because your behaviour today isn’t coming out of nowhere-“

“i’m sorry for talking back to you in class, but you were clearly picking on jungkook and i and i was so fucking over it-“ you swing the main door open, sneakers squeaking against the linoleum when you come to a sudden stop after seeing how heavy the rainfall is

you contemplate staying and waiting until the rain calms down a little but the thought of having to stay and talk to jimin is just a little too much for you at the moment

“it’s raining out and you don’t have an umbrella, you big baby-“ jimin changes the subject when thunder suddenly rumbles from outside, stopping at the top of the stairs to look at you, “what are you gonna do, walk in the rain?!”

“if that’s what i wanted to do, then i have every right to do so!”

you came here by bus and you know it doesn’t come for another twenty minutes, meaning that not only are you going to have to walk in the rain to the bus stop, you’ll also have to wait in the rain until it comes and that’s just a recipe for the nastiest cold in the entire world

and the thought of having to nurse a horrible cold and nurse your poor heart sounds like a nightmare

“y/n, i know you’re upset but you’re being irrational-”

“so what if i wanna walk in the rain?!” the emotional side of your brain takes over as you glare up at jimin before storming towards the doors, “i’m an adult, i can make my own decisions-“

“i know you are, and i know you can, but, y/n, please-“ jimin grabs the back of your arm right as you get to the bottom of the stairs and you immediately fling his arm away, “just talk to me, please-“

“about what?!” you adjust the strap of your duffle bag over your shoulder, “we broke up, it’s for the better, you’re my teacher and i’m your student and we never should’ve started dating in the first place because it never would’ve worked out anyway and-“ before you know it, everything is coming out of you and you can’t find a way to stop or control the words coming out of your mouth, “and i think maybe i shouldn’t come to class for a few weeks because it’s going to be weird and i can’t- i can’t be in the same room as you, jimin, it’s killing me-“

“it’s killing me, too-“ jimin admits softly, brown eyes glistening slightly underneath the lights, “i just- i can’t stop thinking about you, and i- baby, i- i miss you so much, you have no idea-“ your eyes immediately well with tears and you shake your head quickly as you take a few steps back, pushing the door open and stumbling out while unable to tear your gaze away from jimin’s, “please, we can figure something out, i know we can. i know i want to be with you, y/n, i don’t want anyone else, i just want you-“ his voice tremors slightly and he reaches out for you, “and i didn’t mean it when i called our relationship nothing, i was just hurt and- and angry and- i don’t even know why we broke up-“

“you should be with nayeon, she’s better for you and-“ you lower your voice slightly, “i know you went out with her over the weekend, so-“

“went out with her??” jimin gawks, almost letting out a laugh of disbelief, “we met up for coffee to talk about the lesson plan for today- don’t think i didn’t hear what everyone was muttering about before class, you guys need to cut the gossiping and- oh my god, y/n, is that what this is about?? you think i want to be with nayeon? we broke up for a reason, you- this is so incredibly frustrating, y/n, why can’t you just believe me when i say that i want to be with you?!”

everything that’s coming out of jimin’s mouth makes you feel ten times worse knowing that the two of you can’t be together

“this is why we need to sit down and talk about things, be honest and give each other our side of the story, because clearly something’s been miscommunicated and-“

“it doesn’t matter, jimin, at the end of the day, even if we talk about what happened we still can’t be together-“

“we can, we just- we can figure something out-“ the overwhelming reminder that you’ll have to tell the dean and all your classmates and face judgement and be gossiped about on top of the already overwhelming emotion of seeing and talking to jimin is just too much for you to bear, and you find your heart skipping more than a few beats out of anxiety because the only thing on your mind right now is to run away and hide from all of this

“i can’t be here, i have to go home, i can’t be here right now-“ you whimper, turning around to head into the rain, “you just- we can’t be together, jimin-“

“y/n-!” the last thing you hear before you sprint out into the dark, misty rain is the sound of jimin crying out for you and you can’t help but burst into tears, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle your sobs

run away run away run away run away

water splashes up and around you at every step you take, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you keep running down the sidewalk with your duffle bag flopping behind you wildly

this is too much

everything is just too much

you just need to go home and then everything will be fine

it doesn’t matter that jimin wants to work on things with you (it does, because you do, too), it doesn’t matter that he wants to find a way to make things work (it does, because you do, too), it doesn’t matter that he’s clearly stated that he wants to be with you and not nayeon (it does, because it reassures you and now you really know that jimin just wants you and you know that you just want him too) because all that matters is that everything is too much to handle and you feel like your head is about to explode

“so what am i supposed to do then?!” the sound of jimin’s voice down the street immediately makes you stop and turn around, and you’re glad that it’s raining like this to mask the tears streaming down your face

you aren’t surprised that he’s caught up to you, and you stand still as you look at him standing across from you, all the way at the end of the block, “what the FUCK am i supposed to do, y/n, huh?!” he yells, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pounding against his chest a few times, “you want me to stand here and act like i don’t love you?! like we never happened?! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!”

“i…”

“tell me that’s what you want and i’ll leave it alone, y/n. all you have to do is tell me that this is what you want.” your feet are stuck in place as jimin jogs right over to you and you resist the very strong urge to look away from him again but he just looks so sad and you hate yourself for doing this to him

“it was wrong of me to pressure you to tell your friends about us the way that i did, i know that.” jimin nods, slicking his hair back with a hand, “i fucked up, and i’m sorry for doing that. but i meant it when i said i wanted to be in a proper relationship, y/n, because i want to be able to hold your hand in public, i wanna take you out for dinners without constantly feeling like we’re going to get caught, i- i want to show you off! i wanna show you off because i… i love you, y/n…”

jimin shakes his head in disappointment when your only response is to stand there, staring at him with wide, trembling eyes

he waits one, two, three seconds for you to say something, to say literally anything and he hates that you still have nothing to say to him

even if you said you didn’t want to be with him, that would be a better response than you just standing there staring at him

forget it

obviously you’ve made your answer clear, and now he knows that he was 100% more invested in you than you were in him

if you want him to pretend like he doesn’t care about you and that you’re just another one of his students, he’s perfectly capable of doing that

he was a little out of control today, but he’ll be able to manage it in future classes

the thought of transferring you to another teacher’s class briefly flits through his mind but he’s reminded by the fact that he’d have to talk to the dean about that and then the dean would have to ask why jimin wants to transfer you and that’d just be a whole thing

plus, the semester’s nearly over so pretty soon jimin won’t have to be forced to be in the same room with the woman he loves but he can’t say he loves

it’s going to fine

everything is going to be fine

he’s been broken up with before, and he’s picked himself up and has moved on

he can do this

“fine, y/n.” he scoffs to himself, turning on his heel to head back towards the building, “if that’s what you want, i can’t change your mind. i’m sorry. i won’t push it any further.”

“i was gonna talk to the dean!”

jimin stops in his tracks when you finally speak up, and he turns to look over his shoulder to see that you’ve taken one step forward but hesitating to come any closer to him like a scared baby deer

he doesn’t move, afraid that if he moves too quickly he might scare you off and stop you from what you’re about to say

“what?” he asks quietly, turning around to face you and relieved to see that you don’t seem like you’re about to take off again

“i was- i was gonna talk to the dean.” you repeat quietly before averting your gaze, “i’d made an appointment and everything, i was gonna talk to the dean about us because i- i love you… too.” you blurt out, looking back up at him, “i love you too, but i’m… scared.”

“scared of someone finding out?”

“well, that’s a pretty big chunk of it because i could get expelled and you could get fired, but i’m also scared because… the last time i felt this way about someone, they left me for their ex six months after we said i love you to each other.” you swallow thickly, feeling slightly ashamed and embarrassed to admit that about yourself since it’s not something you like to bring up, “i… if there is even a 1% chance of you and nayeon getting back together, i don’t want any part of it. and i know that’s unfair of me to say because life happens and i get it but-” you whimper, feeling your heart splinter at the reminder of how broken up you were over your previous relationship, “as much as i love you and i want to work on things with you, i don’t wanna be hurt again-“

“you won’t be, y/n-“

“you don’t know that-“

“but i do!” jimin drops to his knees, looking up at you from the ground as he keeps his hands firm on the sides of your thighs, “baby, i do know that- i don’t know what crazy rumour you guys cooked up but i’m not secretly in love with nayeon- i wanna be with you, please, please just give us a chance to make it work-“

“i’m still your student, jimin…” you sniffle, reaching up to wipe at your red eyes, “all of this doesn’t change the fact that you are my teacher and i am your student, and the both of us never should’ve started doing this in the first place-“

“i’ll talk to the dean about getting you transferred to another class, or- or i can transfer to another class- i will make it work, y/n, we can make this work.”

you chew on the inside of your cheek anxiously as you look down at jimin, jimin who you’re hopelessly in love with, jimin who you love waking up next to and falling asleep beside, jimin who wakes you up with kisses on the face and a mug of tea (you hate tea, you just drink it because it’s him), jimin who you know you want to be with because it’s been so long since you’ve felt so strongly and so surely about someone and… well, it’s jimin.

“okay.” you nod slowly, reaching down to cup his cheek gently before swiping your thumb against his skin, “okay, we can make it work. i wanna make this work, but i think the first thing we have to do is talk to the dean because i don’t know how much longer i can hide it from everyone-!” you don’t get much of a chance to say anything else before jimin’s shooting up from the ground, pulling you in for a kiss as your duffle bag drops to the ground

“oh my god, i missed you so much, you have no idea how much-“ jimin murmurs against your lips, his arm looping around your waist to pull you in closer, while your arms sling around his neck and your fingers curl into the hair at the back of his head

“i missed you too-“ you laugh lightly, heart thrumming happily in your chest as you find yourself pressing closer into jimin’s familiar warmth, “we can make this work.”

»»————- 🥀 ————-««

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Always Yours

Azriel x Reader angst to fluff

A/N: okay this is the alternate end to Never Yours, based on this request where reader and Az have a happy ending. The story is the same up until the cut, and that's where it changes. This is still quite angsty so please read the warnings.💜

Warnings: drinking, drugging/vomitting as a result, attempted SA

Azriel had been gone on mission for weeks, leaving your heart aching, empty and alone. You tried to be understanding of his role as spymaster, supporting and encouraging him when he would leave you in Velaris. Over the past year with tensions growing between courts, you and Azriel had spent more time apart than together. A dichotomy of emotions was consuming you, the loathing you felt towards him for abandoning you so often battling how deeply you missed him.

It was another lonely day in your home, holding back tears while you cleaned the house as a pathetic attempt at distracting yourself. A knock on the door stirred you from your eddying thoughts, and you set down the cleaning supplies, wiping your tears as you looked through the peephole. A head of long blonde hair appeared through the lens, and you sighed, unlocking the door as it opened to reveal Morrigan on the other side.

Forcing yourself to reciprocate her cheery smile, you held the door wider as the perky female bounded into the room, curls bouncing behind her. “Get dressed. We’re going out to Rita’s tonight,” she announced as she waltzed past you towards your bedroom.

Opening up the armoire, Mor pulled out a low-cut sleeveless black dress, tossing it onto the bed before moving towards the jewelry box on your dresser. Sighing, you sat down on the bed, playing with the silky fabric of the garment. It felt wrong, going to Rita’s without Azriel. It felt wrong letting yourself have any fun while he was risking his life to keep your court safe.

“I don’t know, Mor. I would just rather stay in tonight,” you uttered in a defeated voice, dropping the dress skirt back onto the bed.

Oblivious to your misery, Mor whipped around, a beautiful necklace and matching earring in her hands as she approached you. “None of that. You and I are going out for a girls’ night, and we’re going to have fun. You do remember what that word means, don’t you?” she teased, her hair tickling your neck as she reached around to clasp the necklace on you.

You chewed your lip, staring at the dress as you deliberated your options. “Just one drink,” Mor spoke, softer this time, eyes wide with sincerity.

A small yet genuine smile made its way to your lips at that. “Just one drink,” you agreed, stripping your shirt as you changed into the outfit she’d laid out.

Mor squealed with excitement, helping you get ready before you left for the bar. It was a crowded night, a sea of new faces in the crowd that you observed from where you stood at the bar. It had been so long since you’d been around this many people - the lights, the music, the crowd - and you were suddenly overcome with nerves.

Knocking back the drink that Mor had ordered for you, you flagged down the bartender for another, finishing that one quickly as well. You were feeling the effects of the drink by the time you dragged Mor to the dance floor, feeling giggly and light for the first time in ages.

A striking female caught Mor’s eye, and you laughed as you nudged your friend towards the part of the floor where the other female stood. “Go talk to her, I’m going to grab some water,” you whisper-shouted into her ear over the music. Mor nodded, the two of you parting ways as you escaped the sweaty, writhing bodies on the dance floor in search of the bar.

The place was even more crowded than before, the bartender now slammed with drink orders as you failed to flag him down for a water. Feeling a warm presence at your back, you turned to see a tall male, dark curls falling in his brown eyes as he smiled down at you. Only after blinking several times did you confirm that this was not Azriel, but a handsome stranger whose hand now rested on the small of your back.

It had been so long since anyone had touched you like this, and you found yourself leaning into his warmth, a smile gracing your lips when he leaned down, whispering into your ear. “Can I get you something to drink?” he spoke in a husky voice, thick with desire that had heat pooling between your legs. Feeling tipsy and eager for something to quench your thirst from dancing, you simply nodded, thanking the male as the bartender brought over a drink for you that was definitely not water.

The room was spinning, and you clutched onto the male at your side, melting into his warmth as broad arms wrapped around you. A soft laugh sounded at your ear, the words coming out distorted as someone whispered comforting words in your ear.

The scent of pine filled your nose, Azriel smelling slightly different than usual as you burrowed into his chest. A hand found your chin, tilting you up to see a blurred face. You were focusing hard, vision coming to just enough to realize that this was not Azriel. You pushed the male away, your arms weak, movements sluggish.

A shout sounded from your side, blonde hair in a whirl as the man fell to ground, blood pouring from his nose. You stumbled forward, Mor’s embrace catching you before leaning you back against the counter.

“What were you thinking?” She yelled, holding your face in her hands, a rage unlike which you’d seen from her before in her eyes. Your vision turned spotty, breathing becoming difficult before your stomach lurched, everything in your stomach emptying onto Mor and the ground.

The scent was strong, Mor’s eyes flaring as she recognized the wrongness of the drink. Your head lolled back against the bar as Mor flagged down Rita, telling her everything. City sentries detained the male, the last thing you saw before your vision faded completely.

You awoke the next morning, your head pounding as you squinted against the light pouring through the window. You heard the rustling of clothing from the other side of the bed, panicking at who the intruder might be. But when you turned over, your heart nearly burst with joy at the sight of Azriel, changing out of his leathers and into sleeping clothes.

Hazel eyes flashed to yours, deep with sorrow and red from tears. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered, voice shaking as he stood there, frozen.

“I’m glad that you did,” you spoke, a cough erupting in your throat at the dryness there. Azriel rushed to your bedside table, grabbing a glass of water as he guided it to your lips.

“I rushed home as soon as I received word from Rhys. Mor told me what happened at Rita’s last night. I am so, so sorry that I wasn’t there for you,” he whispered, forehead resting against yours as salty tears dripped onto the bedsheets.

“It’s okay, Azriel. I am okay.” You sniffled, heart twisting with the words you wanted to say instead. Pulling back, you looked into his eyes - beautiful, hazel eyes - as you brushed a black curl from his face. “That’s not true. I’m not okay, Azriel. I need you here. I’ve tried to be strong, but I am not whole without you. And I know that that’s selfish but-“

Azriel cut you off with a soft kiss to your lips, a smile breaking out across his perfect face. “My love, I am not going anywhere. Now, or ever. We had Madja look you over last night after the incident.” He paused, reaching down for your hands as he pressed kisses all along the backs of them. “We’re having a baby.”

Your world stopped turning in that moment, pure awe written across your features as you dared to smile up at Azriel. “What do you mean? How?”

Azriel smiled. “Well, I think you know how that happens, but I’m happy to show you if you need a reminder.”

With a giggle, you pushed him playfully. Hope filled your veins, giving you new life that you hadn’t felt in too long. “A baby?”

Azriel pulled you close, the scent of chilled mist and cedar giving you comfort as you leaned into his touch, savoring the feel of his lips brushing your forehead. “I’ve talked to Rhys. We’ll be re-delegating roles in the Court so that I can be here, where I am needed. With my family.”

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Not Like It Matters

Kento Nanami

originally posted on AO3! :3 it was the first Nanami one shot I wrote :)

You just moved and your new next door neighbor, Nanami, is extremely easy on the eyes. He’s a bit older and grumpy, but sweet, always bringing you food and keeping you up to date with your other neighbors' business. Then there are the offers; bringing up heavy groceries, building furniture, movie nights… and using his pool, whether or not he’s home. You always politely decline visiting without him there, feeling it would be too invasive. However, an unbearably hot day and a broken AC changes things one day.

fem reader, neighbor!Nanami, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female/male receiving), alcohol consumption, provocative dancing, slight age gap, inappropriate use of whipped cream, praise, degradation, nipple licking, some sexual tension, making out

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You huffed as you carried another box from the moving truck to the steps of your newly purchased bungalow. You didn’t remember owning all this shit in the tiny apartment you moved from. Lucky for you, your new place was single story, so there would be no diabolical stairs as another obstacle in getting your shit inside.

You walked back to the truck, grabbing another box of many to be unloaded, practically throwing it with the other ones on the steps. You admittedly were exhausted, and figured you would continue to tackle the rest of the boxes tomorrow.

You dug your keys out of the back pockets of your denim shorts, unlocking the door and kicking the box nearest to it inside. You proceeded to do the same with some of the other nearby boxes when you saw a figure exiting from the neighboring house on the right.

Their house was a little larger than yours, with a well taken care of lawn. Their home had a second story, with a large balcony on the second floor. A plethora of pink, purple, and yellow flowers decorated the area. Your eyes couldn't help but wait for the figure to come into focus to get a better look at them.

It was a tall man with blonde hair. He wore a black V-neck and running shorts, showing off toned arms and legs. He seemed to have sensed you staring because he turned and looked in your direction. It was a bit difficult to make out the exact expression on his face, but he started cutting across his lawn and walking in your direction.

Your limbs seemed to lock up as his long legs made quick strides to close the distance between the two of you. You started praying to every higher power imaginable that you did not somehow piss this man off.

As he made the final step to get to your lawn, more of his features came into focus. An ornate watch adorned his wrist, and you couldn’t help but take a look at his hands. They were large with slender fingers that appeared to be well manicured. Trailing up to his face, it was void of facial hair, but that only exaggerated his defined cheekbones. He had somewhat of a button nose, and warm, brown eyes.

He looked to be about ten years older than you, give or take. Not old enough to be your father, though.

Not that it mattered or anything.

He extended a hand to you, a ghost of a smile dancing across his lips. “Finally, my new neighbor has arrived. Kento Nanami, pleasure to meet you.”

“Oh, nice to meet you too.” You shook his hand, and his grip was firm; the man nearly used the opportunity of this greeting to yank your fucking arm off. You introduced yourself, and looked down at all the boxes littering your front steps. “Heh, just…ignore that.”

“That would be pretty difficult,” he answered, raising an eyebrow. “I heard you groaning and huffing from inside. May I offer you some help?”

You felt the color drain from your face at his admission.

Okay, so maybe you didn’t have the best stamina for physical activity such as moving shit, but he didn’t need to point that out.

“What? You're saying you’re some big, strong man that has to come to my rescue by moving my stuff?” You crossed your arms over your chest, challenging him by raising your brow as well.

He wasn’t taken aback by your response at all. “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but shut it. Instead, you walked back over to the truck, opening up the back to show him the remaining boxes. You reached to grab a box, but his hand landed on your wrist. His hand practically dwarfed and encompassed your whole wrist, and the rough skin against yours was oddly… calming.

“I got it, sweetheart,” he assured, easily stacking two boxes on top of each other. “Just let me know where you want me to put everything down, okay?”

Being the genius that you were in the haste to leave your old place, none of the boxes were labeled except for one citing fragile . “Anywhere inside, really. It doesn’t matter, sweetheart. ”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head, starting the process of moving the remaining boxes from the truck to your home.

After about half an hour, the back of the truck was bare. You tried to hide your shit eating grin, but to no avail. “So Kento, you big, strong man,” you teased, faking innocence by placing your hands behind your back, “You move things pretty well, what else are you capable of?”

A light sheen of sweat glistened against his forehead, and he wiped it using the bottom of his shirt. His exposed happy trail was golden, and you averted your eyes anywhere else, knowing your staring would be too obvious. Now, the only thing on your mind was what he looked like shirtless.

He chuckled again, a short but deep chuckle. “In the grand scheme of things, I am capable of a lot, I suppose.”

“Pfft,” you grunted, rolling your eyes.

“Well since specificity is what you seem to be looking for,” he began, his voice lowering just the slightest bit, “I would say I cook quite well, are you hungry?”

Your stomach audibly growled before your words could deceive you, and you nodded sheepishly.

“Eating before engaging in anything physical is important, sweetheart. I hope you know that.” Again, you opened your mouth to say something, but his hand was on the small of your back guiding you toward his home before you could respond. “Come on, I was marinating some steak for carne asada. Won’t take too long to prepare.”

You couldn’t even lie, that sounded great.

Once the two of you made the short walk across the grass, he opened his door and you immediately craned your neck inside to see what his place looked like. You already had an idea in your head from seeing his manicured hands; Minimalist with chrome appliances and white furniture.

Needless to say, you weren’t completely wrong. From the view of the foyer were bay windows converted into french doors which overlooked a large deck and pool. On the deck was a grill and a few lounging chairs. The living room had gray, felt couches with probably the biggest fucking televison mounted to the wall you had ever seen in your life.

Like seriously, did he steal that from a movie theater or something?

The appliances in the kitchen were all stainless steel, and his fridge had one of those screens on it for crying out loud. Some art hung along the walls and more plants were in various places around the space. It was neat, tidy, and smelled like lemon and lavender. You could only imagine upstairs looked the same.

You turned to look at him, pointing at the television. “How big is that TV?”

“Large enough for me to enjoy whatever I’m watching.”

“Right,” you scoffed. “What are you, rich?”

He seemed to ponder your question for a moment. “I’m fortunate to live comfortably with all my needs met.”

“You get that question a lot? That answer sounds rehearsed.”

He chuckled again, shaking his head. His hand was on the small of your back again, guiding you toward the deck outside. Your gaze couldn’t help but land on the clear, blue water of the pool. Some inflatables were lazily bobbing on the water’s surface.

“Must be nice having a pool,” you murmured.

“You’re welcome to use it anytime you’d like.”

You beamed, clasping your hands. “Really? I can swim in your pool?”

“I’m unsure what else you would do in a pool,” he deadpanned. “I will ask you to limit your activities in the pool to just that, but yes. Even if I’m not here you just have to unhook the latch to the fence.” He pointed to the direction of the fence in question. It looked like it was right next to your backyard.

You put your hands up sheepishly. “Oh no, I couldn’t come when you aren’t home.”

“Of course you can, I just said so.” Before you could say anything, he turned to go back inside. “I’m going to grab the meat to throw on the grill. There's a mini fridge right there if you’re thirsty. Sit, relax.”

You nodded although he was already gone, and grabbed a mango whiteclaw from the fridge, plopping down in one of the chairs. It was comfy, and there was a comfortable breeze in the summer air.

Hot, rich neighbor that cooks and has a pool? I’m going to like it here .

Your mind still lingered on the prospect of using the pool when he wasn’t home. You couldn’t do that. That must be crossing some kind of line. But was it really if he was the one encouraging it?

The sound of the doors opening pulled you out of your thoughts as he reemerged with the meat and some vegetables. He fired up the grill, and started preparing everything.

Once done, he made your plate which he served with some rice, pico de gallo, and chimichurri sauce. You practically moaned at the first bite. The steak was so tender in your mouth, and the flavors were absolutely perfect. “Kento, you’re spoiling me here, you know?”

“What? No one has ever given you food before?”

“Oh, shut up!” You shoved another piece of steak in your mouth, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head. You waited to swallow that bite before asking, “What about that TV? Can I come over sometime and watch that too?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“Have fun trying to get rid of me now,” you replied, relishing in another bite of the food.

“As long as you don’t turn into a gremlin after midnight, I’m sure there will be no need to get rid of you.”

You don’t know why that made you flush.

As the sun went down, the two of you sat on the back deck talking. You spoke about your career, and how the salary jump from your new job allowed you to purchase the home next to his. In return he spoke about his career as well. He’s the CEO of a non-profit that helps people facing food and housing insecurity in the area. In addition to that, he’s an adjunct professor who teaches English at a few local community colleges every other semester.

Good to know this money of his came from actual work rather than some generational wealth.

Not like it mattered.

The two of you also spoke a little of family, political views, and hobbies amongst other things. He even told you about some of the neighbors like an eccentric white haired man and his partner, though he seemed to mention them with a grimace. Speaking to him was easy.

“So let me make sure I understand this correctly.” By now the sun was setting into a pink sky, and small lights began to illuminate his backyard. “You have all this wealth and knowledge, you give back to communities and shit, but you’re single? Like, how are you not married?”

He shrugged.

“Did you… I don't know… ”

“Did I what?” he questioned. “Kill my wife and use her insurance policy to live the life I’m living now?”

You put your hands up in defense. “Hey, the words came out of your mouth. Not mine.”

He was in his lounge chair across from you, and scooted it slightly so both of your knees were touching. “You know if I said yes, you’d be next, right?”

By now you had drunk about three white claws, and he probably did the same. You were comfortably buzzed. “I’ll have you know I don't have an insurance policy. There would be no benefit.”

“Oh sweetheart,” he drawled. “If I hypothetically confessed a murder to you, there’s not a chance I’d let you live.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was an attraction forming, but his words made you shudder.

You opted to just blame it on the alcohol.

“Remind me not to ask you of any murders you may or may not have committed.”

“You got a deal,” he replied. “I wouldn’t want to murder you anyway.”

This time, you felt the need to clench your thighs.

Yeah, definitely the alcohol and definitely time to go.

“On that note,” you said, rising from your seat. When was the last time you stood? You wobbled, and he quickly stood, grabbing your elbow to ensure you wouldn’t fall.

“Ready to go home?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s getting pretty late,” you yawned, squinting your eyes to look at the time on your phone. It was nearly four in the morning. Where did the time even go? You had a fuck ton of unpacking to do tomorrow. “Thank you again for dinner. And for saying I can use your pool. And for the drinks. An-”

“You’re welcome,” he cut you off. “Now come on, let’s get you home.”

“Kento, I live a skip and a hop away. I think I can manage.”

His eyes narrowed. “Sweetheart, you’re not even sober. You’re insane if you think I would let you walk out my door alone.”

You bit your lip and nodded, looping your elbow through the one offered to you as you made the quick journey back to your house.

Before you could say anything, he unlocked elbows and grabbed the palm of your hand. “May I?”

You had no idea what was happening, but nodded anyway.

He pressed a soft kiss to the skin on the front of your hand. “Goodnight. Sleep well, sweetheart.”

“You too,” you breathed, closing the door and locking it behind you.

You slid down the back of the door, feeling like some kind of teenager with the way that hand kiss made you squeal. Perhaps Nanami and alcohol weren’t a good mix.

Over the next few days you successfully unpacked everything in the boxes. The only thing left was some more furniture getting delivered today. You’d been sleeping on your futon as you waited for your bedroom set to arrive.

Want to come over for dinner tonight? Chicken parm is on the menu.

You and Nanami exchanged phone numbers the day after your first meeting, and you two would exchange a few messages everyday. Nothing of major significance, but then again, food was important.

Waiting for furniture to get delivered today. Might be up all night trying to assemble it, wish me luck :(

His reply came in before you even set your phone down, I can do that for you. Let me know when the truck gets here.

You knew there was no arguing him down about it. My hero, thank you so much <3

Don't mention it, sweetheart.

Normally, you would cringe at any man who dared to call you a pet name without permission, but this was different. He was different. You smiled at the message while taking care of a few things around the house waiting for the delivery.

Some hours later with music blaring from your speaker, your doorbell rang. “Coming!” you yelled, turning down the music slightly. You looked through the peephole, taken aback to see Nanami on the other side. You opened the door, “Kento? You’re early.”

“Why yes, hello to you too,” he grunted. You couldn’t help but laugh at how grumpy he could be sometimes.

“Did you miss me?” you teased. “You were just dying to see me, huh?”

“It’s always a pleasure to see you, sweetheart,” he answered. “But if you must know the reason I’m so early…” his voice trailed off as he pointed to the UPS truck that was making its way down the block. “I got back a few minutes ago when the truck was still on the other side of the block. Figured I’d just come now, save you some trouble.”

And there it was, the duality of him. Something about him being so grumpy, yet performing acts of service… yeah, you didn’t have words for it.

DILF energy, maybe

DILF energy without kids, at that.

Not that it mattered.

“Thank you,” you smiled warmly. The truck was chugging along, and stopped outside of your house. You jogged out to meet the driver to sign for it with Nanami right behind you.

After you signed, he assisted the delivery man to bring the large boxes containing your bed frame, headboard, mattress, dresser, and night stand inside. Once he was settled in your soon to be furnished bedroom, he stared at you with his hands on his hips.

“What?” you questioned.

“I didn’t plan on putting these things together with my hands.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index fingers. “Do you have a toolbox?”

Uh, didn’t the tools come in the box? You went into your bathroom and returned with a hammer and screwdrivers. “Does this work?”

His lips formed a flat line as he brushed your shoulder on the way to exit the room. “Going to grab mine real quick.”

He returned moments later with his toolbox, and a drill. He used a switch blade to open up boxes and soon the pieces were scattered all around him. He took one look at the instructions and seemed to understand what they said and got to work.

Today he wore a gray shirt with straight blue jeans, and you watched the way his muscles flexed as he moved pieces around and placed some more of them together. You should probably do more than just stand around and ogle him.

“Oh, um…” you began, walking around so you were in his view. “Anything I can do to help? I can…” your voice trailed off as you looked at the instructions. What the actual fuck. “I can like, hand you the stuff.”

“The stuff?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You know!” You waved your arms to gesture to the pieces laying around.

An easy laugh left his lips as he shook his head. “How about you just sit over there and look pretty? I always like working with a view.”

Was he flirting with you? You genuinely hoped that he was. Hoping your face wasn’t too flushed, you nodded and sank into your beanbag chair in the corner of the room.

“Is this view to your liking, Mr. Nanami?” you teased.

His eyes roamed over you and then gave you an approving nod. “Perfect.”

You blushed and giggled and squealed and kicked your feet internally, but gave him a polite smile externally.

Over the next few hours, you two had conversations about pretty much everything and nothing and before you knew it, all the furniture was built. He was dragging the mattress on the bed to finish off his work.

“Thank you again so much, Kento,” you smiled, surveying your now furnished room.

“It’s nothing.” You shot daggers his way. “But yes, you are very welcome, scary lady.”

You slapped his arm. “I am not scary!”

“Debatable.” He rubbed his arm, faking pain. “Despite your abusive nature, you are still welcome to have dinner with me. I just have to put the chicken in the oven.”

“Of course!” You decided to ignore the abusive comment, because he obviously loved it. “Oh! Can we watch a movie tonight in your movie theater?”

“You and this TV,” he muttered, hand on the small of your back as you two crossed your lawn.

You sat in the kitchen, again making conversation while he finished preparing dinner. He set up two dinner folding trays, placed your plates down, and dropped the remote in your lap.

“What should we watch?” You were already scrolling through the streaming apps he had.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” You looked over at him, trying to see if there was any hint of flirting at all, but nothing gave it away. He was already engrossed in his meal. You guessed he genuinely was just a nice guy.

You settled for a comedy and paused it once you two were done eating so he could take the dishes and wash them quickly. When he returned, you resumed the movie.

You both decided to watch another movie, an action one this time. He turned off the lights and put the surround sound on to give you that real cinematic experience. At some point during the second movie, he wrapped his arm around you letting his fingers drum against your shoulder. You silently snuggled into him, glad your sigh of content was hidden by the volume.

At the conclusion of the second movie you stood to stretch, your eyes landing on the pool through the french doors. You almost wished you asked to go for a swim instead of watching a second movie, but then you wouldn’t have been able to cuddle into his side.

He must have noticed where your gaze was since he asked, “Late night swim?”

You nodded eagerly, practically bolting through the doors and into the backyard. He followed closely behind, hitting a switch to turn on the pool lights. The blue water was quickly illuminated with small purple and pink lights. “We could walk over to your place and-”

He cut himself as you pulled the tank top you were wearing over your head. You threw it on one of the deck chairs and undid the button on your denim skirt, shimmying out of the garment. You were left in a purple bra, and lacy black panties.

You dipped your foot into the edge of the pool, getting a feel for the temperature. It was just right. You used the steps to step into the pool, wading through the water until you were in the middle of it. You decided to float on your back, closing your eyes to enjoy the calmness of the water. When you opened them, the sky was filled with stars. You would never get that view at your old place.

“Was going to say we could walk over and get your swimsuit, but I guess this also works,” Nanami’s voice called out to you.

You opted to stop floating, and swam over to where he was standing at the edge of the pool where you entered. “You’re not going to join me?” you asked, an exaggerated pout on your lips.

He seemed to contemplate your request. “You sure?”

You gestured to the large expanse of water. “I promise there’s enough room for both of us here. This isn’t a bathtub.”

“Two people can easily fit in the tub I have upstairs.”

“Good to know.” You rolled your eyes.

“As long as you’re sure,” he murmured as he started undoing the button on his jeans. You don't know why you were so mesmerized by the action. Your eyes followed the movement as he pushed them down his toned legs. Next was his shirt, which made you bite your lip in anticipation.

You literally were wondering what he looked like shirtless the first day you met the man.

He peeled off his shirt, and needless to say, you had new fap material tonight. He wasn’t grossly muscular to the point where it seemed like he had steroids with every meal, but he was built, sturdy. Abs indented his frame, and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at his V-cut and his happy trail.

You wanted to rub your hands down on them, desperately.

You didn’t look down any further afraid you might actually cream yourself if you ogled his body any further.

He began descending down the steps to enter the pool, and suddenly you were nervous. You didn’t know why.

You swam back out toward the middle of the pool and he followed closely behind.

Maybe you didn’t think this through asking him to join you; Or maybe you should have had a drink or two prior to getting in the pool. “The stars look amazing tonight,” you blurted out, pointing a finger toward the sky.

He craned his neck to look up at them. “They do.”

The sounds of leaves rustling in the slight breeze and crickets filled the air as you two bobbed in the water. Your mind couldn’t help but wander about the man next to you. Were you reading too much into it? Was there a mutual interest here, or have you just encountered really shitty people?

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” he asked, voice intruding on your thoughts. “Don’t think I’ve seen you this quiet before.”

You turned to face him, appreciating how the water made his body glisten. “Nothing much,” you answered slowly.

“So there is something then.” He put a hand on your forearm, his thumb making small circles on your skin. “You are always welcome to talk to me. I won’t push it, I just want you to know.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled. You wished you could lean more into his touch, it wasn’t nearly enough. “I’m just thinking about how I’m glad to have you as my neighbor, that’s all.”

For the first time in the short span of time you’ve known him, he smiled. An actual smile. Not one of those little half smirks, or stifled smiles, but a gentle one to show he appreciated your words.

“Likewise,” he answered. “But I'm sure that’s not the only thing you’re thinking about.”

“It isn’t,” you answered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He waded a little closer to you, putting his other hand on your forearm. “Do you want to tell me?”

You didn’t know it was possible, but you felt both solid and liquid at the same time. If his arms weren’t there to support you, you may have even forgotten how to swim at that moment.

“Just thinking about your workout routine,” you laughed nervously.

He absolutely knew you were full of shit, but decided to entertain you anyway. “Yeah? What do you want to know about it?” He inched in closer, his thumbs still rubbing circles into your arm.

You tried to steady your breathing, but to no avail. He could see the heavy rising and falling of your chest. “Hm? Ask me anything.”

Your mind went blank. What the fuck did you even say before?

“Oh, um…”

He let out a soft chuckle as one of his hands moved from your forearm to your waist, pulling you against him. You couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped your lips feeling the hard contours of his body pressed against yours. “Okay,” he whispered. “If you don’t want to tell me what’s on your mind, how about you tell me what you want?”

What you wanted… that was easy.

“I want to touch you,” you whispered.

“Do it then,” he answered immediately. “Anywhere you’d like.”

One of your arms instantly snaked around his neck, and your other hand began to slide down the indents of his body. You took your time, letting your fingers run through each ab, and into the creases of his V. Contrasting the rough skin of his hands, the skin here was smooth, and his breath became more ragged with each touch.

The effect of your touch was obvious as your hands dared to trail down further. With black boxer briefs on it was hard to tell if he was at full attention, but he felt thick and long. You rubbed him over the material as he sucked in a breath.

In the blink of an eye, his hands shifted until one was on the back of your head and the other on the small of your back, his lips crashing down onto yours. The hand that was trailing his body wrapped around his neck to join the other one, urging your body to be as close to his as possible.

The kiss was rough. Carnal. Aggressive.

One of his hands moved down to grab the flesh of your ass, his nails digging into your skin. You didn’t care, it was a good kind of hurt.

His tongue was grazing your bottom lip and you parted it slightly so his tongue could slip inside, and sensation made you moan into his mouth. Soon, he was tipping your head back, peppering kisses under your ear and down the expanse of your neck.

“Kento,” you whimpered.

“Hm?” He was still entirely busy kissing your neck before moving back up to your mouth, placing a final, soft kiss against your lips. “Still have anything on your mind?”

Your ass was still in his hands and your arms firmly around his neck as you shook your head no.

Let’s go out tonight. I wanna dance.

It had been about two weeks since the nearly naked makeout session in the pool and admittedly, you were scared.

Scared that Nanami would have seen it as a mistake. Scared that he wouldn’t want to speak to you anymore. Thousands of fears and insecurities flooded your mind after he walked you back home.

Those fears were alleviated the next day when he asked you to come over for dinner and greeted you with a kiss. You two had spent nearly everyday together since then, eating dinner, hanging out at the pool (in actual swimsuits), and having makeout sessions. You even slept over some nights snuggled into his arms. It was a different kind of bliss.

Okay…? No sooner than you received his text, there was a knock at the door. You looked through the peephole for good measure before opening it. You smiled seeing Nanami on the other side in a black tank top and some shorts. “Hi, sweetheart,” he greeted as he pressed a soft kiss against your lips.

“Hi,” you greeted in response, moving aside so he could step inside.

He settled on your futon, tapping his knee. You settled into his lap, stretching your legs across his other leg. He rubbed your thighs and questioned, “You know we can dance at home, right?”

You rolled your eyes before hitting him on the chest. “Not the same, and you know that.”

“Fine,” he muttered. You somehow always got your way with him, not like he ever put up much of a fight. “What time do you want to go?”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Maybe eight or so? We don’t have to stay out too long.”

He agreed and left shortly after so he could get some work done before tonight, and you did the same.

Some hours later you started getting ready for the night ahead. You wore a black crop top with a plunging neckline, and a stretchy, black mini skirt to match. You swayed your hips in the mirror, just to ensure you could dance the night away. You rushed to apply some boob tape, as your pre-outing dance session resulted in a nipple popping out, couldn’t have that.

After the girls were secured, you applied your favorite lipgloss and your bell rang at the same time. You opened it after looking through the peephole, and couldn’t seem to help but smile whenever you saw Nanami on the other side. He didn’t look much different, donning a black V neck and blue jeans with some distresses and sneakers, but you loved the simplicity of it nonetheless.

“Ready?” you asked.

While you were ogling him, you didn’t even realize he was doing the same. His eyes jumped between your thighs and your breasts, making you bite your lip. “I just hope you know I’m not letting you out of my sight tonight. Not even for a second.”

You chuckled, shoving your credit card, ID, lipgloss and key into your bra. “And what if I have to use the ladies room, Kento?”

He put his hand on the small of your back to pull you toward him, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, “I guess the most I can do is stand outside and wait then.”

You pressed a quick kiss against his nose as he called an Uber for the two of you.

You had both decided earlier you didn’t really want to go to a club, but there was a lounge not too far away that would have some live music tonight. You almost flew to the bar as Nanami held open the door for you, ordering an amaretto sour for yourself and a whiskey on the rocks for him.

After some appetizers and two more drinks, you were ready to dance. The DJ was playing an upbeat song, and you dragged Nanami to the dancefloor as a child would drag their parents into the toy aisle.

You immediately positioned him behind you as started moving your hips to the beat of the music. You stretched your arms upwards to wrap them around his neck as you danced, feeling your body get engrossed in the music with every passing second.

Although hesitant in his movements, he started moving with you, the movement of his hips matching yours. His hands moved down the sides of your body, softly caressing your breasts and settling in the dips of your waist. He couldn’t see, but you had the biggest smile on your face dancing with him.

The DJ continued playing banger after banger, and you felt sweat beginning to drip from your body. Glancing around at some of the other people dancing, you didn’t feel bad. Some were practically drenched with sweat.

A slower song began to play, and you slowed your movements, with Nanami matching you yet again. His hands moved down lower, landing on your hips. “You were right. This is better than dancing at home,” he whispered in your ear.

You turned your head to face him, letting out a giggle. He was significantly sweatier than you were. “Seems like you’re having fun. I didn’t even know you danced, Kento. You’re good.”

“I don’t. I’m just insanely good at anything I do,” he answered. He pulled you tighter against him and you stilled as you felt his erection through the thin material of your skirt. “I would say you’re much better at this than me, though.”

On instinct, you grinded against him again, and he let out a small groan in your ear. “Oh I already know I’m better,” you teased. “I can just tell how excited you are.”

He chuckled softly, his hips matching your movement, his clothed cock grinding against your ass. “To have a beautiful woman dancing with me? How could I not be?”

“I just thought you would be embarrassed or something. I thought you were the epitome of modesty.”

“No,” he chuckled, almost darkly in your ear. “I just thought you were a good girl, that’s all.”

“I am,” you whined almost immediately.

“I know,” he answered, grinding against you again with a firm hand on your hips. “But even good girls can be naughty sometimes, and I have no problem with that.” His lips brushed against your ear with every word he spoke, and his tongue licked the shell of your ear after the final one.

Coming out to dance really was a great idea.

You two ate some more and had some more drinks, followed by a lot more dancing. In the darker corners of the space, he grabbed your breasts more as you danced. His fingers brushed against your stiffening nipples in your top, and his hands would rub your thighs at random intervals.

So much for not staying out too late, as you two were stumbling out of the lounge at three in the morning. You both crawled into an Uber with him rubbing the flesh of your thighs. “You’re a bad influence, you know that? I have work in the morning.”

“Call out then,” you giggled, which only made him shake his head.

Once at your home, he walked you inside. You were too horny, too sweaty, and too drunk for your own good.

You plopped down on the futon, turning on the AC before you did. Nanami chuckled at the sight of you, throwing a blanket on top of you and ensuring your head was propped up with a pillow. “Good night, sweetheart,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving, locking the door behind him.

You woke up the next morning drenched in a pile of sweat, your head pounding from the night before. You smiled at the memory of the night out with Nanami, his hard cock pressed against you and his hands roaming every part of your body as you danced.

The memory was short lived as your head throbbed again, and you stood slowly. You walked over to the AC, frowning at the sight of it being powered on but refusing to blow out any cool air. “The fuck…” You turned it off and back on again, but nothing. “Ugh!” you groaned.

You looked up a few HVAC companies around, with one of them saying the soonest they could come take a look was in three days, citing a high demand for their services at this time. You groaned again, checking the temperatures for the next few days. It was going to be unbearable.

You opted to take a cold shower and sit on the futon, but it was no use. Even sitting in the nude didn’t help.

Then, a light bulb seemed to glow above your head.

The pool.

You dressed in a lavender drawstring bikini, packing your towel and some sunscreen before going out the back door to get to Nanami’s back yard.

You stared at the latch, biting your lip. You had never taken him up on the offer to visit when he wasn’t home, but he said it was fine, right? You undid the latch, locked it back behind you, and set your bag on one of the pool chairs.

You made your way inside the pool, feeling relief wash over you as the cool water surrounded your body. You don’t know how long you spent there, but you came out when your fingers were pruny and you were exhausted from swimming.

You grabbed a white claw from the mini fridge on the deck, cracking it open and taking a sip before setting back onto one of the pool chairs, laying on your back. You remembered there were some snacks, so you went back up and dug around, finding some strawberries and whipped cream. One thing about Nanami, he made a mean strawberry daiquiri.

You ate the sweet treat and then flipped over on your stomach.

You must have dozed off at some point, because you were awoken to a slap on your ass. You yelped, sitting up to see Nanami with a smirk on his face.

“Glad to see you finally took me up on that offer,” he began. He was shirtless and wearing swim trunks. You guessed he had the same idea as you. “Did you leave your phone at your place?”

“Huh?” You looked in your little bag, and you guessed you did. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“I know. I called and texted you,” he began, bringing a chair closer to sit by you. “I had a lot of fun last night, really. We should do that again.”

“Me too,” you breathed, a grin spreading across your face. It started to fade when you remembered why you were here in the first place. “You don’t know how to fix air conditioners, do you?”

He furrowed his brow. “I suppose it couldn’t be too hard after I look up a few things, why?”

“Mine is broken as fuck, I dont even know what happened,” you sighed.

“Oh, so now you’re just using me for my pool is what you’re saying.” He put his hand over his heart. “I thought we had something real here.”

“Shut up!” You threw your bottle of sunscreen at him.

He caught it effortlessly. “I’ll look up some stuff tonight and take a look at it tomorrow. Why don’t you sleep over tonight?”

“If you insist,” you smiled. “While you’re holding that, come put some sunscreen on my back.”

“Yes sweetheart.” He adjusted the legs on the pool chair so it laid flat, and nudged your legs open slightly so he could sit between them, not comfortably, but just enough to get the job done.

He squeezed some of the liquid in his palm, rubbing it in his hands to warm it up. Then, his hands began to massage it into your skin, his hands cascading from your shoulder blades down to the middle of your back, and right above your ass. His hands glided beneath the strings of your bikini as he rubbed your shoulders blades once more, making you arch your back in response.

“You can untie it,” you whispered. Despite some heavy petting and other nights spent together, neither of you have seen the other bare. “I don’t mind.”

“Okay,” he answered, first pulling the one around your neck and then the one securing it on your back.

He resumed the massage without the barrier, rubbing small circles with his thumb into your spine. You couldn’t help but moan, letting your back arch again at the sensation. “You like that, huh?” he asked softly, repeating the action again.

He then moved to rub circles into the dimples of your back, and it was a cycle. Shoulder blades, middle of your back, and then the dimples. “All done,” he murmured after some time.

You flipped back over on your back to face him, chest on full display. You both stared at each other for a few moments before motioning for him to come closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought your lips to his. The kiss was gentle as he made his way on top of you, one hand on your hip and the other caressing the side of your face.

His mouth moved from your lips, leaving a trail of kisses as he began to kiss down the slope of your neck, his erection beginning to poke your stomach. You arched up into him, whining as he kissed the area right above your breast.

You both seemed to look up at each other at the same time as you gave him a nod. He instantly sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, shifting one of his hands to knead the other between his thumb and index finger. You moaned immediately as his tongue began to swirl around the nipple in his mouth. He eased up for only a moment, using his other hand to squeeze your breast and swirl his tongue around the nipple before sucking it back into his mouth.

You grabbed his hair, unable to stop the writhing your body was doing under his touch. He switched, now kneading the nipple that was in his mouth, and trailing kissing across your chest and sucking your other nipple into his mouth. This time, he bit your nipple gently before sucking it harder into his mouth, a skilled mouth at that. He knew just when to apply pressure and when to ease off.

He eyed the whipped cream you were eating the strawberries with, and grabbed it quickly, easing off of you entirely.

“Why’d you st-” you stopped talking when he sprayed a neat dollop of the cream on your nipple, diving back down to lick it off of you. “Kento,” you moaned, lewd sounds of him slurping the cream off of you filling the air.

Once he licked you clean, he did the same with the other, his cock growing harder by the second as he licked it clean off of you. He kneaded both of your nipples as he began descending down your body, kissing down your sternum and stomach. One hand utilized the can to spray some whipped cream into your belly button and returned to your nipple once it was on you in a neat dollop. His tongue circled your belly button before diving in deep with the hardpoint to clean it off of you.

“ Fuck ,” you moaned again, looking down at him. Again, your eyes met at the same time as he went lower, feeling yourself quiver when his mouth was at the edge of your bikini. You gave him an affirming nod as he pulled at the strings, discarding the material quickly.

You were already wet, but if you were being honest, you were wet the moment he slapped your ass when he saw you.

He positioned himself on his knees, and grabbed your thighs to bring you to the edge of the chair, your pussy perfectly aligned with his mouth. “Been thinking about doing this for a while, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh.

You bit your lip at the admission. “Me too.”

His eyes darkened, “You are a naughty little thing, aren’t you?”

You had no time to answer as his mouth suddenly sealed around your clit, making you cry out and buck your hips. He placed his arms under your thighs to rest them on his shoulders, his mouth still latched onto your clit in the process.

He eased off your clit and looked at your wetness as if it were a pot of gold on the end of a rainbow. “All for me, huh?” His tongue dragged slowly through your folds, and he moaned against you. He repeated the action again and again, reveling in the taste of you. Each swipe of his tongue elicited moan after moan from you until the pressure building in your belly was undeniable.

You tried to haul yourself up in the chair for a moment of relief from the onslaught of his tongue, but he wasn’t having that. He held you firmly in place and his mouth sealed around your clit again, making you buck your hips against his face. “Kento, please!” you cried out, your hands gripping his hair so hard, you were scared he would need a hair transplant after this.

He moaned against you, dipping down to fuck you with his tongue. That’s when you saw stars, your body going limp as your pussy spasmed around his tongue. He unhooked your legs, crawling back on top of you to kiss you. It was rough and sloppy and you moaned, tasting yourself in his mouth.

He grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. “Turn back around and arch your back for me,” he ordered.

You nodded, scrambling to crawl back up on the chair, arching your back as deep as you could to present your ass for him. You felt him coming behind you, giving one cheek a firm slap before kneading it after. He repeated the same with the other cheek and you let out a moan, your face pressed against the plastic of the chair.

You felt a finger nudging at your entrance, and you pressed against it before he slapped your ass again. “Greedy, aren’t you?” His index finger pushed inside you shallowly and you resisted the urge to push back against it. Another finger joined the first, only about half knuckle deep. You whined, desperate from more than the measly half of his fingers.

“Good girl,” he murmured, praising your patience. You clenched around him. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want you to fuck me,” you answered immediately, your breathing uneven with anticipation.

“Like this?” His pushed the remaining length of his fingers inside of you, and you had to remember not to fuck them. They pumped in and out of you at a steady rhythm, but gosh you wanted more. “Hm, you wanted me to fuck you like this?”

“With your cock,” you answered. “Please,” you pleaded.

His fingers exited you slowly, and you heard velcro. You bit your lip knowing he was taking his trunks off, and then you felt the fat head of his cock nudging at your entrance. “Well since you asked so nicely…” He placed his hands on your hips as he began to slowly push inside of you.

“ Ngh, ” you moaned, feeling the delicious stretch of your pussy around his cock. He seemed to be pushing in forever as you adjusted to his girth, gripping the chair as tightly as you could.

You heard him let out a moan as you felt his hips against your ass. “So fucking tight for me,” he mumured, staying buried deep inside of you for a moment. One hand moved to caress the slope of your back before returning to your hips. “This is what you asked for, don’t you dare fucking move.”

Before you could say anything, he pulled out before slamming back into you, almost making you lurch forward. Gosh, it felt so fucking good. He did it again, coming out slowly before surging his hips forward. He gripped your hips tighter as he picked up the pace, his hips moving quickly to pound you from behind you with his thrusts.

You whined against the chair, your knuckles white holding on to the chair with the vigor of his thrusts, but you didn’t give a fuck. It felt amazing. He used one hand to deepen the arch in your back, and you swore you didn't even know you were that flexible. His balls slapped against your ass as the vicious pounding continued, pulling all sorts of sounds you didn’t even know you could make out of you.

One hand reached around to play with your clit, and you almost crumpled. “Don’t even fucking think about it,” he growled, his thumb circling your clit. “Be a good girl and take it.”

“Yes!” you cried out, tears beginning to stream down your face. Between the stimulation of your previous orgasm, his pounding, and the hand on your clit, you wanted to be good. More than anything you wanted to hear his praise but surely he knew how difficult he was making it for you.

“Mhm,” he groaned, feeling your pussy start to spasm around his cock. “My good fucking girl. I want to feel you come all over my cock.” He didn’t stop, his thrusts quickening along with the hand that was on your clit.

And that was it. You came around his cock as your body fell onto the chair. Still inside of you, he gave some lazy thrusts as he settled on top of you, pressing kisses to the back of your neck. “You think I’m done with you?” he chuckled darkly, sucking your earlobe into his mouth.

There was more? Maybe you really did need his workout routine. He crawled off, cock still hard, as he waited for you to sit up. You sat up, your eyes glazed in orgasmic bliss and arms and legs weak from maintaining your previous position. “Unless you’re do-”

“I’m good,” you answered quickly, rising to stand.

“I’ve got you. Come here.” He crouched down so you could wrap your arms around his neck, and easily hoisted you up, hands firmly under your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you into the house and up the stairs, all while you peppered his face with kisses. He all but threw you on the bed once you two reached his room.

You scrambled onto the bed and he was already on top of you, cock nudging at your entrance once more. Your hands caressed the strong muscles of his back as he pushed into you again, making you throw your head back in pleasure. “Feels so good,” you moaned as he grabbed one of your thighs to put over his shoulder.

His hips surged forward once more, seemingly deeper with this new angle. “I’m glad it feels good,” he answered, his voice uneven and ragged, “Because this pussy feels amazing. You were fucking made for me.” He quickly got your other leg over his shoulder, and began frantically fucking you into the mattress.

Your breasts bounced with each thrust, and he leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth as he grinded his cock inside of you. Your eyes began to close before you felt a strong hand around your throat. The pressure was just right, and you didn’t think you could possibly be any more turned on right now. “Keep your eyes open,” he growled. “You’re going to watch me fuck this pussy.”

“Yes!” You don’t know where your words went, because the only thing you could seem to say was yes and let out moans.

“Good girl.” His lips crashed on yours and you struggled to keep your eyes open at the sensation. Your nails began to dig into his back and you feared it would draw blood, but another rough thrust made that thought go out the window. The headboard steadily knocked against the wall with each thrust, and you were reaching your peak yet again.

His hand gripped your chin tightly, “Open your mouth.” You did as instructed and he spit into your mouth, which you welcomingly swallowed.

“Fuck. Fuck! ” you moaned, your eyes closing again as another orgasm was preparing to wash over you.

Except it didn’t.

You opened your eyes, watching him slowly pull out of you. “Kento-”

“What did I tell you?” He stood, exiting the room before returning with a chair. He positioned it in front of a large full length mirror in the corner of the room. “Come here, crawl to me,” he instructed, taking a seat in the chair.

You did just that, getting off the bed and getting on all fours. Never in your life had you done this, or even dreamed of doing it, but it felt right, doing it for him. Crawling was almost uncomfortable with how wet you were but you made it, settling on your knees in the space between his legs on the chair.

He grabbed your chin again, more gently this time. “Since you didn’t want to listen, I think you would look good with my cock down your throat. What do you think?” You nodded quickly, resting a hand on his thigh and wrapping the other around the base of his cock.

Making sure your eyes were on him, you swirled your tongue around the head, moaning at the taste of your juices combined with his precum. You sucked just the head into your mouth, bobbing slowly as your hand jerked the remainder of him. His hand stroked the side of your face, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Has anyone ever said you look good with a dick in your mouth?”

Mouth still full of him, you shook your head no. “Good, because it’s only going to be mine in your mouth from now on. You hear me?” You whined around him, pussy clenching at his words as you nodded, taking him deeper into your mouth. You pulled off, jerking him with your hand before taking him back into your mouth, taking a breath before slowly taking as much as him as you could.

You placed your other hand on his thigh as your mouth slowly sunk down onto him, your nose touching trimmed blonde pubic hairs. Tears were falling from your eyes but you looked up again at him anyway, seeing his mouth hung open and head thrown back in pleasure. “Fuck sweetheart, do that again for me.”

You nodded, taking a breath to come off his cock and do it again, hollowing your cheeks as you did. “ Shit, ” he hissed, guiding you to his lap once you pulled off. “Such a good girl, sit on my cock for me.”

You nodded, aligning his cock with your entrance and lowering yourself down on him. You whined, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a sloppy kiss as he began to fuck up into you. You tried to match his movement, but your legs were incredibly weak as you buried your face into his neck.

“I don’t think so,” he chuckled, turning your face so you could see your reflection in the mirror. He planted his feet flat on the ground and cupped your ass before beginning his onslaught again, his thrusts hard and deep.

“ Kento, ” you moaned, finding it hard to turn away from the image of yourself getting fucked in the mirror. As much as you wanted to do something, you were absolutely spent. You were going to have to do something to keep up with him in the future if it was going to be like this.

“Look at you, full of my cock and taking it like a good fucking girl.” You whined at the praise, feeling your denied orgasm just a few moments ago come back with a vengeance. “But this is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be full of my cock while I fuck you silly.”

He wasn’t even asking, because he fucking knew, and you surely could feel yourself going dumb with his big dick inside of you. You nodded, tears fully streaming down your face as your last ditch effort to meet his thrusts finally proved to be fruitful. You lifted yourself, hearing your ass clapping against his hips as you met his thrusts, you both going at a steady rhythm.

“Shit,” he hissed, watching as your legs finally proved themselves to be useful. “Fuck yourself, make yourself come on my cock.”

You wrapped his arms around his neck more tightly as you bounced on his cock, sometimes faster and sometimes slower. You threw your head back as he watched you in the mirror, kneading your nipples as you slowly brought yourself to orgasm.

One more tweak of your nipples, and you were coming around him. His hands moved to grip your hips tightly as he thrusted into you a few times before finishing as well. Your chest was heaving as you fell against him.

His hand rubbed your back gently as he picked you up, placing you gently on the bed and crawling behind you wrapping an arm around your waist. He pressed a soft kiss to your head, pulling you against him. “You alright, sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I’m perfect,” you breathed out. “Just don’t forget about my AC.”

The sound of his light chuckle filled the room as you closed your eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

With the way you felt in his arms and you getting the fucking of a lifetime, maybe the AC didn’t really matter.

A/N: the nanami brain rot was wild (it still is nanami nation 4LYFE)

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