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Cw: +18. Very smutty fic. Friends to lovers, Slow smut, Lot’s of foreplay, fingering, oral sex, stuffing kink, mating press, prone bone

Tonights the night.

~~~~~~Earlier that week~~~~~~~

Bokuto held YC in his lap, his hands slowly groping and caressing her breasts, her tank top now was loosely bunched around her mid drift and her lips grazed and pecked his.

She gazed upon his amber eyes, anticipation and neediness were all that she saw. The hungry gaze of the buff man was something she had never seen this close up. Sure he had a familiar aura, she had felt it many times before during every match of his she attended. Was it eagerness? A competitive streak? Arousal- well, of course it was arousal…but there was something more to it. She didn’t want to get ahead of herself.

For now she just wanted to enjoy the moment. She fluttered her eyes close, her voice softly seeping into their passion as Bokuto eagerly kissed and touched.

He hungrily kissed her lips, his excitement was blatant and he couldn’t get enough of her lips. He greedily began to explore, enjoying the sweet taste of her beneath his tongue. Her moans were better than any cheering he had ever heard, it just motivated the olympian to dive into the next step.

Not forgetting to be gentle, he began to slowly trail the kisses to her neck and shoulders, sliding the straps of her bra down her shoulders ever so gently. He wanted to see. He wanted to touch, grope, suck, bite. He wanted it more than anything and he had secretly craved this for so long. He sunk his teeth into her sweet spot, making sure to be gentle yet firm. He sucked softly on her skin, caressing up and down the sides of his torso, edging his hands up to soon touch a much awaited sensual area of hers. He wanted a reaction first to grasp how ready she was, and oh boy was he getting a good reaction.

His arousal began to grow more prominent, his lust rendered him drunk off her body. Awareness was slipping away from both of them.

She began to tremble, her skin heating up under his fingers. His lips tickled and nipped her skin. Upon shivering when he took his bite, she jumped, letting out a surprised yelp and bucked her hips into his. “K-Kotaro!~”

Thats when they both stopped, YCs face now hot with embarrassment and her hands now clasped over her lips. She uttered his first name. They had always been on casual terms but this was an unexpectedly effective way to raise the heat of their moment. She glanced down only to see Bokuto starring up at her with a bright pink tint to his face.

She could feel something hard in his lap and he knew that she knew what is was. They both starred at each other, now fully aware of where things had gone.

Within seconds, YC had hopped off his lap and was quickly pulling her shirt over her chest while shyly making up excuses. “Sorry! My bad- I mean um. I didn’t mean to uh. I have finals on Monday, I should go home and study some more. I’ll text you when I get home!”

She scrambled to grab her belongings while quickly scrambling out of his bedroom and out the house.

Bokuto sat there on his bed, his hands still in the air where her torso once was, very confused as to what the hell just happened. He had his usual lost stare, now groping the empty space in front of his before pouting, “no boobies…?”

Blissfully unaware of the fact that they had both graduated college a few years ago.

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It took days for YC to finally calm down enough to actually text him back with one worded answers. She was practically dying from embarrassment the entire time. They had always had a sort of flirtatious friendship. Hand holding, the lack of personal space, cuddles, naps together, her bumming piggyback rides off him, him getting cuddles from her during his mood swings, and even occasional pecks on the cheek. This was all done under the obvious lie of a platonic friendship.

This flimsy shield fooled no one. Not even the infamously dense Bokuto. However there was always something holding them back. College graduation, Bokuto’s Olympian career, family crisis’, long distance, it was always something unspoken but fully excused. Things had suddenly changed now that they were both honest about their attraction for each other.

Their flirtatious friendship now had obvious emotional strings attached and now it was to late to turn back. YC wasn’t even sure if he felt the same way. Afterall, Bokuto was by nature extremely kind and just a bit flirty. She found herself at an emotional cross roads. She had deep feelings for Bokuto but he was rarely in the country these days due to his career.

What she didn’t know was Bokuto also found himself juggling the same feelings, which lead him to using any opportunity he could to come back to their home town to bug her. Even with plenty of money to buy a place, he enjoyed staying at his family home, with being just a few houses down from her.

They had a few blurred lines sure, but Bokuto couldn’t resist his reliance on her attention. When things would occasionally get a bit on the heated side, they would play their usual games of chicken. Their flirting never crossed any big boundaries beyond a few pecks and love bites. Maybe even an adventurous caress here or there, but nothing outwardly adulterated. Neither of them were aware of when the shift truly happened, but when it did, for her it meant something secretly special, but to him, it was a step in the direction he liked. He never pushed the envelope to far, but on the inside he was swooning. He may have been the sharpest knife in the drawer…in fact, he could be considered a spoon among cutlery, but he knew that all he wanted was to be the center of her attention.

Her phone pinged.

“Hey hey! Let’s hang out!”

Ping.

“Let’s go to the gym!”

Ping.

“A run?”

Ping.

“A fast walk?”

Ping.

“A stroller?”

Ping

“Wait no.”

Ping.

“Stroll?”

Ping.

“Walk? A walk. Yeah that.”

YC heard the repeated notification sound and didn’t have to even guess who it was. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest and she sighed after reading the barrage of messages, glancing back up at the mirror and at the faint little mark he had left on her skin. She knew she couldn’t keep avoiding him forever. He was pretty dumb but he wasn’t blissfully unaware of his surroundings all the time. After all, volleyball season was over until summer and aside from training, he usually hung out with YC and the guys still in Japan. Eventually, Aakashi would be busy with an editing deadline and Kuroo would have to leave town for work. Bokuto was very high energy and required quite a bit of attention already. She couldn’t run forever.

Ping.

“Im really sorry…please talk to me.”

Her heart sunk and she felt a tinge of guilt. That was it. She couldn’t hold back any longer. She gathered up her courage along with her purse and phone and headed to the front door. She needed to talk to him in person.

She took a deep breath before openong the door. She quickly noticed something and turned her head to the right.

There was Bokuto; sitting with his knees to his chest, balled up and moping. Despite his hair being shorter, it was still obviously drooping due to his bad mood. He also had a grocery bag beside him, a few of her favorite snacks inside.

He glanced up at her and blushed before looking away, that same solemn pout still on his face.

YCs heart eased and the tension in her gut disappeared. He was so obvious that she couldn’t help but smile. After a few moments, she sighed and went to sit beside him. “You okay there bud?” She asked in a gentle voice.

Bokuto pouted, to ashamed to e and now a bit embarrassed by the way her voice lightly joked.

YC grabbed the bag and held it up, “A peace offering?”

Bokuto wouldn’t look at her. His pouty face was as cute as ever. “No… why would you think that…. It’s not like taking it would make me feel better or anything…. Look I know I messed up, I should have asked if it was okay sooner. I get it if you don’t feel like talking to me…I don’t even know why I’m here…”

She already felt bad about practically ghosting him but she couldn’t help but feel flattered by his obvious attempt at reconciliation. She knew he would probably pout if she flat out said that it was okay. She wanted to apologize herself, but not here. It was time to coax him in.

A small giggle left her lips and she opened the bag. She smiled when she saw a few drinks, her favorite savory snacks, and even some of his rare feel good cheat meal snacks. She grabbed a drink and held it up, “Darn….I really wanted some of this too. I guess im going to have to pass on ordering Yakiniku. I don’t have any yummy drinks like these to pair it with…”

Bokuto peeked over at her, his attention now grasped. “Barbecue?”

She sighed, a soft smile on her face and an obviously faked tone mixed with her sigh, “Yep, I just got a huge bonus on my pay check. I was going to order lots of pork, chicken, beef, veggies, rice…..”

His mouth was practically watering as he turned his full attention to her, “You were…gunna…eat all that…by yourself?”

YC sighed, “Hm? Me? Oh no. I was actually about thinking of finding a date. Maybe someone tall, funny, muscular, and really loves barbecue.”

Bokuto cut his eyes at her before huffing and looking away, “Oh… I see how it is….I guess he’d be better looking than me too?”

YC stared at him, once again dumb struck by how completely witless he was. She was then completely flattered by the obvious display of jealousy.

She giggled and took a chance., “You are the date silly~”

Bokuto paused for a moment before smiling and pointing at himself, “Me?”

She nodded, kissing his cheek gently and pulling away, “I didn’t mean to ignore you. Now come on.”

YC took his hand and lead him into the house, the tension between them now eased by the unspoken promise to talk it out. They knew things weren’t going to be easy but they were ready to try.

Bokuto blushed from the kiss to his cheek, gently taking her hand when it was offered and following her into the house. He wasn’t sure if she really had truly forgiven him but things were looking a lot better now

After ordering their food and pretending things were back to normal, the two of them began to play some classic video games. Neither of them were the best at the game but they were evenly matched with their skills. Eventually after tying with the frosted haired man for what felt like the 80th time, YC decided she needed a break.

With a tired sigh, she put away her controller and stretched out her arms, soon just giving up and laying her head back against the cushion of the couch they were sitting in front of.

Bokuto stopped for a moment, huffing and complaining, “Aw come on YC. You’re seriously throwing in the towel already?”

YC didn’t pay his complaint much mind. “Aw come on, in still full from all that food. Besides im bored of playing video games!”

A chuckle left Bokuto’s lips and he purred out to her, “Oh I don’t do boring. You’re just challenging me at this rate”

YN waved her hand dismissively, “Fine then! Pick a new game for us. But it has to be something new and exciting. Otherwise I’m going to bed.” She teased

Bokuto heard the discontent in her voice and stared at her for a moment, starring at a faint spot on her neck. He had left his claim on her and felt a sense of pride when he looked at the fading mark. He may have been an idiot with most things, but he had mixed emotions that required some deep thought.

He knew she was likely just teasing. She never kept her word with the petty threats along those lines. He was still unsure about her true intentions now. The way she suddenly got up and practically ran away from him. The way she kissed his cheek earlier counteracted her actions before. She even referred to him as her date. Did she feel the same as him? Did she want more? Was she just shy? Why hadn’t they ever talked about this sooner?

Amongst all of these feelings, Bokuto was also faced with a challenge. He was never one to turn down competition and something about his competitive streak made the gears in his head turn.

She was as beautiful as ever to him and he could feel tension at the back of his throat. He didn’t know if indulging in his feelings for her was the best idea but his heart was aching for her at this point. Each trip back home after a season just made him miss her so much more when he went away. He knew he had to act before summer rolled around this year or else he would lose his mind.

After what he experienced with her earlier that week, he didn’t think he could keep these feelings back anymore. Each memory of her soft lips brushing up against his made his chest pound. He wanted so much more from her. He decided that tonight he could try be a bit more selfish.

He took the opportunity of her guard being down to gulp back the lump in his throat. After taking a deep silent breath, he leaned his body in close to hers and pressed his lips against her neck, softly planting two kisses near her earlobe and jaw to get her attention

YC quickly opened her eyes, a gasp leaving her lips and her eyes soon meeting his. “Boku..to…”

He gazed back at her a now competitive gleam coming from his stare “Wanna play chicken again? Loser has to say what they’re feeling?…”

YC blushed, her cheeks hot with embarrassment when she realized where this was going. “I meant a video game!” She protested

Bokuto raised an eyebrow, “So is that a no?”

She couldn’t run from embarrassment now, she was in her own home. Not to mention, she didn’t want to run. She was acting on impulse before. It was time to see this through. She nodded

Bokuto slid his hand up to hold her cheek, his lips returning to the faint spot on her neck to remark the spot. The first thing he wanted to do was to give her something to remind her of his desire for her.

After a few moment of teasing she let out a gentle gasp, shivering under his bite. Her hands reached up to grasp his pecks, gently squeezing as she felt her body tense up from excitement.

He pulled away, chuckling softly and speaking softly, “You’re really sensitive huh?” He leaned in and briefly planted his lips against her face, gently moving in closer to show her how serious he was. His eyes remained half shut and his frequency of the kisses grew. He made sure to gently yet lovingly kiss her, giving all his focus to making sure she was comfortable.

YC soon covered her face from the embarrassment once again, sinking down into her emotions and whining out quietly, “Bokutoooo…..”

With a satisfied grin, he pulled away to whisper, “Throwing in the towel already? I guess I won. Go on, pay up…”

YC was shocked but she couldn’t flee. She didn’t want to. She felt the passion of his lips against her face. His half closed gaze was one of wanting. He even had a serious look on his face that she had only seen a few times before.

“I…” she kept her face covered.

“I…feel…nervous….so nervous I could curl up and die.” She admitted shyly.

Bokuto chuckled “Why? Are you nervous?~”

YC frowned, “That’s all you’re getting…it’s my turn now….” She said before reaching her hands back to lay on his bulky chest before pulling herself up to gently kiss his lips.

He was shocked but not detoured. That only motivated him to work harder at trying to win their little game. He eagerly kissed back, taking special care to listen and feel for what she desired in their kiss.

She pushed back into the embrace while letting her eyes slowly soften. She could feel his tongue intruding into her mouth in no time, the eagerness somehow not being overbearing. He made her whole body feel like it was going to melt.

Her hands slowly moved up and down touching the front of his tshirt, her palms resting on his large soft pecks, in love with his form. Her tongue didn’t demand much when it wrestled with his and he very easily took control, slowly taking over. The two of them fed off of each others energy, the kiss soon getting loud and wet.

A soft huff left his lips as he briefly pulled away cooing out a sweet taunt, “Gotta try harder than that if you want me to give~”

She pouted before they returned to the kiss, moving her hands up to rest at the nape of his neck. It didn’t take long until Bokuto had her pulled into his lap. His large rough grip slowly touched away at her hips and sides. He groped her curves, toying with her body while avoiding the blatantly erotic zones. He slid his hands down along the sides and tops of her thighs, his kisses now going from dominant to needy and lust driven. His tongue demanded unlimited access to her.

Before they knew it, they were both breathing heavily, barely pulled away from each other. YC huffed softly while she studied Bokuto’s expression. She just couldn’t get him to cave. He had such a determined look on his face. She only saw this from him when he was in his competitive mindset. This was a game to him and he had the upper hand. He was determined to show her he wasn’t all bark and no bite, his indulgence caused him to slip into a lust driven trance.

YC reached up slowly to touch the side of his face. She was so immersed in the moment that she felt all of her fear disappear. Instead she was driven by the competitive tension. She knew what to do to get her way. Speaking ever so softly to get his attention, she uttered out the key word to his heart, “Kotaro…”

Bokutos expression immediately changed. A bright red tint suddenly filled his cheeks and he looked away. The man had lost his nerve the second she used his first name. He didn’t know what to do next, he was frozen in place. He burried his face in her neck, hugging her close and muttering out, “That’s cheating….”

YC realized quickly that the mood had shifted. Her partner was embarrassed, so she immediately followed suit. Unlucky for her, her face was already hot from the heat of their kiss.

Bokuto had a moment of realization similar to YCs earlier that week. The girl who he had worked so hard to impress for so long was now on his lap, letting him indulge in his fantasy. She even called him by his first name. He had more thoughts going through his mind now than ever before.

“I want her so bad. I want her more than anything. That was so hot, oh my god. I need her now or else I’ll lose my mind.”

He didn’t even have to think about it, he already knew that he was rock hard and she was millimeters away from pressing up against it once again. He was struggling to fight for control. The urge to push and grind up against her was to much. He was trying so hard to avoid taking over. What was he even supposed to say to her? ‘I wanna rip your clothes off and play with you until the sun comes up and then do it some more???’

Even he wasn’t that bold. All these thoughts coursed through his mind while he gripped her hips, keeping them at bay and away from his bulge.

She could tell he was losing his nerve. She figured it was just because of her little power move. She had no idea what was going to happen now. As awkward as she may have felt, she knew she had to step up to avoid yet another night of physical and emotional edging. Now was her moment.

Sucking up her fear, YC slid her hand from the nape of his neck down to his cheek. Her other hand slid up to his shoulder and her mouth met his once again, a gentle kiss being her way of coaxing him out of her neck, “We had a deal, remember?…”

Bokuto couldn’t even react initially he was so caught off guard. He soon realized he had fallen into a new type of spiral. He was love drunk and now sinking into this new addiction. He slipped his hands up and down along her back before resting them back on her hips. His shy gaze met hers and he pouted his lips softly, “Are you sure you want to know? I can’t really put it into…words”

YC nodded softly, gently biting her bottom lip before gently pressing her forehead against his. “A deals a deal…”

Bokuto loved the look on her face, his body now slowly taking over and acting on its own. He took the gamble and kissed her cheek while closing his eyes and gently pulling her hips forward to sit on his bulging tent, the restriction only growing more intense when it made contact with her clothed warmth.

YC practically burnt up from shyness. Bokuto pulled away to watch her expression. YC covered her face once more, a soft squeak of embarrassment coming from behind her palms. They both lost the game at this point.

He gently coaxed her to talk to him with a moment of reassurance, “Do you want to stop?” While moving his hands up to gently hold the outside of her upper arms.

She shyly shook her head, letting him know that she had no intention of leaving. She wanted to see this through.

Bokuto smiled and pecked her on the exposed sides of her face. “Okay, your turn. Tell me…”

She shook her head once again, feeling her embarrassment still bubbling up inside of her. “I…want to keep going…not just for tonight either…” she admitted while retreating back into her curled up hands.

Bokuto was starting to understand what she meant and he felt his heart skip with joy. A big grin formed, “I’m going all out then, okay?~” he cooed playfully.

She couldn’t help it. She nodded and slowly plopped herself down on the ground, letting the surge of awkwardness take over until she was on the ground.

Bokuto chuckled and playfully followed behind her, climbing over her and straddling her hips. He lifted her hands off her face and placed them on his shoulders, advancing in to planting a loving kiss on her lips. No words were needed in that moment. The sexual tension grew with each passing second and before they knew it, they were soon wrestling their tongues once more with a deep and heavy passion.

YCs hands were rubbing up and down Bokuto’s torso, occasionally pulling him down to press her chest against his during particular deep moments. Amongst their shuffling and petting, she managed to slolwy buck her hips up to press herself up against his prominent crotch.

As soon as her hips made contact with his lap, he let out a small chuckle, pleased by her body language. His amber stare clouded with desire while his hand slid up and found a handful of her breast.

He was pleasantly suprised to discover a lack of barrier, the only thing separating the skin to skin being her thin tshirt. The eagerness almost took over as he carefully groped and rubbed. It wasn’t long before he rubbed around and felt her nipples perked under the thin tshirt fabric. He pulled away with a smug grin, pink still lightly tinting his pale cheeks. One thing was on his mind and he had began losing control of his patience and gentleness. “Looks like my guess was right~ You weren’t wearing a bra. You’re really good at hiding it though. I turned the air on and everything, and you just kept your arms over them the whole night~”

YC gasped in shock, wincing softly when he massaged her bosom. His fingers trailing over her perky buds caused a surge of chills to run up her spine. Goosebumps danced on her already chilled skin, feeling more exposed than ever before, mostly because she had been trying to hide them this entire evening.

When she received his teasing remark, she looked at him, shocked and amazed at how sneaky he had been. She had to remember thats just because he wasn’t the smartest person she had ever met, didn’t mean he didn’t think. When he was motivated, he had a stunning ability to think ahead. “If what I did earlier was cheating, you rigged the whole game…” she huffed and pouted.

Bokuto gave her a mischievous look and spoke gently, “I always try my best to get what I want. I’ve waited so long that I had to think in my best interests.~ If I couldn’t get my way, I might as well leave with a good memory for later.” He taunted while brushing his thumb over her clothed bud.

YC trembled, gently resting her face in the crook of his neck and stifling her pleasured voice. “You didn’t have to say it out loud….that…you think of me when…you..” she trailed off while biting and caressing along the firm muscle tone of his neck.

Bokuto gasped yearning for more and now whispering gently while his cock pulsed against her clothed excitement. “I do~ All the time~ What about you? Hm?~” he cooed while his hands explored.

YC nodded slowly, now giving in to his every coo and flirt. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to her awaiting body.

YC slid her kisses down to Bokuto’s neck and with a nice little bite to his sweet spot, Bokuto jerked his hips into hers as he shivered, now pressing their clothed arousal together. Both of them let out weak moans, Bokuto using it to set a firm rhythm for him to give her a taste of how he wants to ravish her body.

It didn’t take long for his needy side to come out and he was soon motioning her to rock her hips, his spare hand now leading her rub her heat up against him. He breathed with each kiss and peck she made and soon he spoke his mind, his desires forming a low whisper for YCs ears, “You know what that means right?…I require a lot of attention. I’m gunna bug the heck out of you all the time you know?”

When she processed the comment he had just made, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. “As long as you promise to never stop needing me~”

Bokuto started to ever so slowly lose the last of his grip on his patience. He pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes and letting out a muffled pant.

He paused the kisses for a moment, slowly sliding his hands under her shirt, excited to feel the bare skin of her curves. His digits danced up her belly, admiring the contours and edges of her soft hot skin. He trailed his thumb over the peak of her bust playing with the erect nipples Once his palm pressed on the hot bare skin of her breast.

YC kissed the side of his head, her heart racing from the realization that they were taking things to the next level. Her tender breasts were already sensitive from the cold and his hot hands created a lewd sensation to course through her. Goosebumps appeared and her buds became fully erect. “B-Bokuto~”

The sound of her letting out small moans, her eyes shutting from the embarrassment of making such lewd noises, the sight of her smooth skin peaking out from under the shirt motivated his next move. He may have been explorative but it was obvious he knew what he was doing.

“Hey…say my first name again.” He cooed while moving his palms down and hooking his thumbs at the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling up.

His bulge was definitely in her way and now she has to decide to make that big step. A very big step according to the girth of his tightly restricted member. starred into his amber eyes with a gentle expression, completely submitting to his touch before whispering his name softly, “Kotaro…”

That was far more attractive than he expected. Even though he accepted that things were escalating fast and he knew hid next move, such bold moves caused him to swallow a lump in his throat as he inched closer to a sight he had only dreamt of. This was completely different than anything he had come face to face with before He lifted her shirt up over her breasts, his piercing gaze making its way to her beautiful bare torso.

YC gently lifted her hands over her breasts, covering Bokuto’s view. He wasn’t to happy about that. He pouted before moving her wrists to pin them next to her head. His grip was firm enough to make sure she couldn’t budge. With a hungry beam, he leaned in kissing and softly licking along her breasts. He placed his mouth on her right bosom, sucking briefly on her nipple before gently tugging it with his teeth.

YC yelped out softly, shivering and protesting the pleasure, “H-Hey! That’s…Nnh~ Please…They’re sensetive…” she admitted, not wanting him to stop but also being to bashful to keep her excitement down.

He was completely in love with the appearance of her bare chest. Every curve, contour, and mound was so unique to her body. He could feel his tip dampening his boxers. They had been dry humping and grinding for so long by this point that his appendage ached. He needed to act on relieving some tension soon.

His voice added to the cacophony of their intimacy. “I didn’t think you’d sound this cute” he mentioned with a moody pout while he pulled away, releasing her hands and unbuttoning his jeans to let his mound breathe.

She watched him pull away, her eyes now following his hands as they worked to free himself from his confinement. Her heart raced fast, reality setting in in a whole new way. “Bokuto~ I….” She trailed off as she stared at his large bulky frame hovering over her.

The sight of her lips being lightly swollen from their constant sucking and nibbling added insult to injury. He watched her eyes widened upon seeing his tent taking up a considerable amount of room from his boxers. His mound throbbed and pulsed with flattery. Her surprise gave him a shiver of confidence and fueled his ambition.

Leaning forward, he bit down tenderly on her left nipple adding to the love bites he scattered on her neck and chest. His digits danced down her torso from her breasts to her tummy, and in no time they had her pants down her thighs, “Hey hey…don’t forget….I want you to call me by my first name.” He whispered softly.

Bokuto had every right to feel impressed. YC was now curious just to see how intense he really was. His size was impressive to say the least. So far he was no slacker when it came to foreplay so when he but down on one of her most gentle areas

YC complied, panting his name into the kiss, “Kotaro please~ I….I love…” she trailed off, to bashful to finish the sentence

He moved his hand to hold her cheek, “I do too…”

He spoke in a hushed tone, a serious look in his eyes, “I want you to be mine….and only mine.~”

He pecked her lips. “You’re all I think about… all the time…I want to be selfish and take you all to myself.”

YN blushed, giving in to his moody demands and nodding softly. “Please stay by my side~”

She gently lifted her hips to help him get her pants off of her legs. Her own hand went behind her to tug at the hem of his jeans.

When Bokuto picked up on her body language he perked up, jumping into action. Once she began to tug on his clothes, he wasted no time sitting up and quickly sliding his pants off his legs. He took a moment To appreciate the scene, her black panties covering not nearly as much as he thought they would. He then ripped off his shirt, throwing it off to the side with the rest of their clothes

His hand reached down to pull her body close to him, cupping her backside, his hips reconnecting to hers while his large palms enjoying the handful. He grinned and began kissing and biting at the curve of her neck once more, realizing that his favorite thing to do was to kiss her delicate skin.

YC gasped when she felt him take a handful of her backside, only to softly giggle at the feel of his lips on her neck. She felt so much more relaxed now that they had confessed, yet the sexual tension only seemed to escalate. Her giggle shifted to a breathy moan in a matter of seconds.

He slid his hand up from her tender behind and along her side, his kisses slowly reaching to travel up to her earlobe. He began to nip at her soft lone while his other hand made its way down her lower abdomen to the lining of her panties.

YC shivered when he began toying with her ear lobe. The way he bit and bucked his hips felt primal. His clothed member ground up against her covered folds. Goosebumps formed and covered her skin, giving away just how truly excited she was. By the time his hand began to wander, her hand slowly reaching up to hold the side of his head while he kissed her.

He noticed her soft skin prickling under his fingertips and he paused his teasing to nuzzle his face into her hand. With a soft kiss he soon spoke up, “Still Nervous?” He asked while stopping his hands from venturing any further.

YC turned her head a bit to meet his gaze, nodding her head and pecking his lips to answer back softly, “Of course I am…I’ve wanted this for so long….now it’s for real…”

Knowing she felt the same was reassuring. The only negativity he felt was the regret of not acting on his urges sooner. “I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting then…I won’t let you down then…I’ll do my best,” he said with hungry voice

“Kotaro….” She whispered his name again while touching the side of his face.

He smiled softly, using a soft kiss to her temple to relax her while he slipped his hand onto the front of her panties. He made sure to rub along the crevic of her heat, paying extra attention to add pressure to her most sensitive spot. The gentle petting and edging was something he was excited to indulge on. Making sure he could pleasure her the whole night was a dream of his that he was ready to make a reality right now. He watched her carefully while touching and caressing her soaked slit, brushing the tips over her awaiting clit to gage her sensetivity

YC let out a quiet yip, “Aa-aah!~” she whimpered when his fingers grazed along her awaiting bud.

He loved the sound of her voice but he loved what he felt under his fingers even more. Dampness had already taken over her heat, “I barely touched you and you already sound this cute~” he taunted.

She tried to remain still as he began to circle his fingers around the bud. Her mind was already racing and she couldn’t argue back. Her spare hand held his tough shoulders, marveling at how hot and flushed his skin was. She had only seen his skin turn this gentle hue of pink when he was drunk. She would soon come to realize that he was drunk. He was drunk off of her body and now she was partaking in the same debauchery.

The way he only gently grazed her most tender button was truly a sign that he was going to rally her lust. She rocked her hips into his hand, her ass pressing against his bulging mound and practically pushing herself into his lap despite laying under him. She wanted him to know that she wanted so much more.

With his dick twitching eagerly, he rocked his hips against hers, teasing her wetness and letting it dampen his boxers before applying pressure from the tips of his fingers to her soft bud. His digits easily slipped over her clit, already damp, fully aroused, and eager for attention. They worked at a gentle speed, establishing his rhythm quickly based on her reactions and pleas for more.

Excited gasps left YCs lips as she felt his fingers begin to touch on her eager bud. Arousal displayed on her cool skin and with each rub and flick of her bud she could feel herself melting under his fingertips. She could already tell by how attentive he was being that he only wanted to please her and he was doing so well already. It made her even more excited to see how fun this would be.

Bokuto watched her closely, his digits feeding into each reaction she gave him. Her hips rocked forward into his fingers so she could get as much pleasure as possible. Knowing how delicate her body was with pleasure, it wasn’t long before she felt herself nearing the edge. She let out small yelps, pants, and whimpers.

Shivers, whimpers, and the prickle of hot breath, flooded Bokuto’s senses. There was so much chemistry between the two that they could both feel the fireworks of compatibility firing off wuth each touch. A big grin filled the frosted haired mans expression and he kissed her cheek before removing his hand from her panties and licking and sucking on his middle and ring finger.

YC watched, soon reaching her hands up to hide her face from the embarrassment. He frowned, using his other hand to move her hands from her face, “I won’t let you keep doing that. Look at me…please.”

YC felt like her face was on fire and all she could do was nod while looking into his love lacquered gaze.

He moved his hand back between her legs, his fingers gently caressing and teasing over her entrance. It wasn’t long before she heard his playful coos. “Don’t be embarrassed~ You look so tasty I couldn’t resist.” His lubricated fingers slipping into her upon the last word leaving his lips.

YC may have felt shy from his teasing, but that quickly disappeared when she was taken over by his thick fingers penetrating her hole. He filled her cave with such a slow and careful stroke, carefully feeling for her sweet spots. His extremities reacted to each gasp and moan moving on instinct while all of his focus went to a half lidded stare at her gorgeous face.

Her hole was slick and tight. The snug feel was enough to drive him mad with anticipation. He wanted to just fuck her senseless already but the need to see her a dripping and begging mess came first. He wanted to see her a complete mess with pleasure so that he could savor every moment that they shared tonight.

She resisted the urge to press her hips back against him, failing miserably as he curled his fingertips to her gspot.She didn’t want to seem so weak and pathetic right off the bat, but it just caused her to whine out his name with the most pitiful voice. “Hng-Ko-Kotar-Kotaro!~”

He couldn’t take it. He pulled his fingers out with a satisfying schlick and yanked her panties to the side so he could see her soft lower lips. He pressed her legs up, holding them in place before dragging his tongue over her soaked slit, soon diving his tongue into the divot that housed her clit. He began rubbing along it with his tongue, loving the taste of her sopping heat with each flick of her bud.

YC whined and begged, her gasps being the only thing to separate her needy moans. His tongue quickly worked at her most fragile bundle of nerves, causing her core to flutter with a desperate throb. She trembled, throwing her head back and desperately holding on to the carpet. That wasn’t enough, her mind was foggy and her hips bucked.

Within seconds he was soon taking long greedy licks, his lips occasionally sucking on her bud in between impatient kisses. It wasn’t long until his touch slid along the epicenter of her slick juices. His tongue managed to snake its way into her hole, eagerly licking and exploring. He loved the way she tasted, how hot her skin had become, how she was starting to completely submit to his touch.

YC let out a few desperate coos, aching for more. She was getting close. Her body took over and her hands ended up in his hair, gripping it and disheveling it as she held on tight.

That only motivated Bokuto to target her sweet spot, his tongue sliding up to her desperate clit. He was going to push her over the edge in the best way he knew how. It didn’t take genius to know that the way she reacted when he played with it meant she loved it. His tongue went to work, enjoying each one of her intense pleas while she tugged on his now messy white hair.

Drool dripped from her chin as she felt her orgasm approaching. “Kotaro!~” She called out his name as a warning and Bokuto swiftly jumped into action.

He pulled her hips up closer to his face, holding her folds open by tightly gripping her thighs and cheeks, one hand lightly slapping the side of her ass upon making contact.

YC shivered, trying not to thrash her legs as she felt herself cumming. Her hands quickly came up to her mouth, releasing his now disheveled hair. She covered her mouth as she came hard, bucking her hips up to his face and curling her toes.

Bokuto eagerly licked up her juices, using the freedom of her orgasm to open up room for another one. He slipped his middle and ring fingers directly into her convulsing heat.

YC quickly bucked and rocked her hips, trembling and shaking when he presses into her gspot. Her back arched and her hands desperately moved to grip the carpet under them.

Bokuto watched her squirm and wiggle under him. Her breasts and curves bounced beautifully, causing Bokuto to stare hungrily at her, his cock now being painfully repressed from how desperate he was. It motivated him to plunged and pushed against her gspot. He sat up straight, pulling her hips close to his and pushing his palm up against her clit.

YC quaked, her body unable to contain its excitement. He kept her orgasm going, not letting it end and instead igniting another one. She couldn’t stay tense forever. Eventually she collapsed under his touch, trembling and shuddering as his palm stimulated her clit. She couldn’t hold herself back now and she let out a loud and lewd moan, her cunt now dripping with arousal and soaking Bokuto’s hand.

That was probably the hottest thing that the man had ever seen. He couldn’t resist his urges any longer. Especially when he watched her once chilly skin now starting the bead sweat over all of her sweet spots. Even the front of her panties were soaking wet. All of this was only illuminated by the blue glow of the tv

He slid his fingers out of her slippery cave, loving the slick sound her pussy made. His hand slipped the front of his now soaked boxers down, his thick member popping out while he leaned in, kissing her lips while he whispered to her, “YC…” he spoke while rubbing the thick length along her inner thighs, letting her feel how ready he was.

His hand guided itself down to his veiny pulsing girth. All it wanted to do was to stuff itself inside of YC, it didn’t matter how, it just craved relief. He rubbed the tip of his cock along her soaked panties, placing a shy peck to her cheek as he lifted one of her legs up from behind her knee

YC was still coming down from the work he put in with his mouth and fingers, she wasnt prepared for when she suddenly felt a new sensation pressing against her damp panties. She knew that she couldn’t take the wait any longer. With a gentle bite and nip at Bokuto’s lower lip, she rocked her hips up against his tip, motioning her panties to be pushed aside.

Bokuto’s soft kisses served as a distraction to the both of them. Both of them felt as their arousal began to slip and slide against eachother, only causing them to both moan and gasp into the kiss. He rocked his hips slowly, making sure to push and press his member past her thinly clothed heat and to graze his tip over her begging hole.

They both let out soft moans of relief when the heat of her lower lips pressed against his shaft. Bokuto focused on sliding the head directly over her clit, pleasuring both of them while he mentally prepared to burry himself into his lover.

YC shivered and bucked her hips as her thighs tried to instinctively close from how sensitive she still was. She gasped softly when she felt his tip attempt to slide over the well lubricated entrance. She realized quickly that he was built thickly in more ways than one. A gentle whisper left her lips to get his attention, only pausing to gently return his soft pecks, “Bokuto…I love….you…” each pause being embraced with a kiss.

He blushed a gentle pink when he finally heard her say it out loud. He pouted and looked into her eyes softly, “I wanted to say it first…” he moped while pulled her leg up to rest on his hip. He resumed the kiss, his teeth bit and tugged on her bottom lip, showing off his passion.

YC pulled him in tight, one arm wrapping under his arm to hold his bare back and the other holding onto his cheek as she fought the kiss. She slowly slithered her tongue into his mouth, grinding her hips closer to his.

Bokuto let out a soft moan when she slid her tongue into his mouth. He immediately melted to the will of her tongue. Now was as good a time as ever, he was moving according to the desires of his body. His hips moved on their own, taking over as he finally dipped the tip of his dick into her dripping hole. Feeling a chill run up his back from pure bliss as soon as the heat engulfed the head of his cock, he found himself greedily stuffing the majority of it, right into her drenched pussy.

“Fuck…” he growled softly into the kiss.

“A-ahh~ Oh god~….” YC whimpered out, trying to muffle her voice in the kiss.

The two both let out their surprised lewd moans, causing both of them to pause to adjust to the intense sensations. It only took a moment before Bokuto began to rock and stroke his hips against YCs, stuffing her hole more with each thrust. He slid his hands down to hold her hips in place while he shoved his cock into her firmly, “Fuck… it’s to good YC~”

YC leaned her head back, letting out a louder moan when he crowded himself into her further. She was surprised to discover he still had so much more to give, marveled by the sheer girth of his dick. Not only was it the tight fit, just finally being physically united with Bokuto was euphoric. He filled her in such a new and intense way. His cock was so thick and defined, able to even feel the distinct vein running along it when she focused on how he felt inside of her. She clung to him tightly, wrapping her leg up to rest on his lower back. “B-Boku…bokut-ahh~” she was a moaning mess.

She wasn’t alone. Bokuto was in shock from how delightfully hot and slick her tunnel was. It may have just been the strength of their chemistry but he had never felt this delightful. The way her pussy encased him so perfectly, the sounds it made with each thrust, how slick and ready it was for him to use as his. Everything about it was addicting. Now that he had her, his body still craved more. All he could do was pull away from the kiss, ripping off the rest of her shirt and resuming his powerful and steady rhythm with his hands tightly gripping her sides, his goal now being to watch her breasts and curves bounce with each whip of his hips.

YC cried out, whining when he briefly stopped, only to become a moaning mess when he resumed. Each firm stroke made it feel like he was hitting the back of her desperate cave. The passion sent her into a trance as her eyes focused on the gorgeously sculpted form over her. He was truly successful at proving that he wanted to satisfy her body in every possible way.

He reached his hand up, grasping her breast while roughly rocking his hips forward to push himself in deeper, their hips clapping together loudly. His eyes wandered and his strokes slowed while he took a moment to take it all in. His hand only fondled for a bit, sliding back down to hold her hips while he watched himself stretch her hole every time he pushed himself inside of her. A devious grin resurfaced and his hand slid down to her stomach, pressing down when he began to speed his thrusts up, keeping the same strength behind each thrust.

Wet sounds were quickly filling the room and YCs moans we’re starting to mix in with them. She felt like he was breaking her open with each ram, the overindulgence making her mind go completely blank. “M-More~ please~” she couldn’t help but desperately beg for more, moaning out in a lewd voice between every firm thrust.

Bokuto couldn’t resist rocking and rolling his hips to meet hers. He breathed heavily, his own grunts and pleas mixing with hers. She felt better than he had ever imagined. He didn’t know if it was the thrill of finally getting his chance with her or if it was just her body being made for him, but all he knew was he was already addicted. Such passion only made their much awaited pleasure so much more fulfilling. Bokuto could only sink deeper into bliss, his usually wide eyes now lidded and starring down at her, just starting to ravage her with all his might

Her body bounced into his desperately after each slam to her gspot. He could hear the slaps, claps, and splashed while he filled and stuffed her in just the right way, making her body convulse and react to each slam. It didn’t take long for her to reach her peak once more.

YCs body felt like an euphoric electricity coursed through it. Her skin raised with goosebumps and her eyes lidded, lust being the only expression present on her face. She had never felt herself get pushed to her limit quite like this, in that moment, her only regret was not giving her body up to him sooner. Her orgasm was completely reinvented, causing her to let out a loud and passionate cry of bliss.

Bokuto winced when he felt her pussy squeeze tightly around him. She was going to cum soon and her hole was overstimulating his cock with each pulse. This caused him to buck into her hard, shoving his entire girth inside of her in one firm thrust, holding it against her gspot while he held her face close to his, staring into her eyes half lidded as he whined quietly against her lips. He was fiercely holding his composure, trying not to release then and there. His dick was drowning in pleasure, making his body desperately hold on to her hips to hold her in place.

YC came hard, her walls tightly sucking him in. “Ko-Kotaro~ Ahh…” she whimpered against his lips as her walls pulsed and squeezed, finally starting to relax.

Kotaro shivered, closing his eyes as her hole clamped and massaged his length. This is was bad, he could feel himself already getting close to the edge.

Precum leaked out of his tip and as soon as her body relaxed, he slid himself out of her, kissing her cheeks and forehead before pulling out and quickly guiding her hips to lay her on her stomach.

YC was weak from her repeated orgasms, practically seeing double by the time she realized she was being turned onto her stomach. “I…I’m still…calming..” she could barely speak as she tried to calm down.

Bokuto stared at her bare ass in awe, unable to look away or hear what she was saying. He wanted to dive his face right in but a different need of his ached. He climbed over her, rubbing his hands up against her plump cheeks before spreading them to marvel at the view. He starred at her drenched cunt, soon pushing his shaft between her cheeks for just a moment, his tip making its way back inside her in no time.

YC let out a sensitive moan, her voice trembling when he re-entered. She gripped the carpet desperately, feeling as he squeezed into the now tighter fit and right into her sweet spot. “K-Kotaro~”

Bokuto quickly realized that he made a vital mistake. The tighter angle did nothing to service him holding back his arousal. His hips were now closer to hers than ever, her ass perked against his hips just right, her moans lewder than ever and his cock was snug inside of her. He leaned over, kissing and biting his shoulder as he tried to slowly stroke to preserve his climax. It wasn’t working.

YC shuddered, moaning as the pressure from his figure mixed with the sensations of his teeth sinking into her shoulder. She reached her hands up to cover her mouth, her emotions over flowing with each smack to her aching pussy. He had managed to keep her entirely on edge the whole time, now was no different. She felt like there was no end to his ability to satisfy her and her moans reflected that.

He couldn’t hold back, his tip leaked but he couldn’t find the strength to pull back. Instead his lips traveled up her neck and to her cheeks, motioning her to kiss him. To make sure of this, he snaked his hands up the back of her neck and to the base of her skull, grabbing her by the base of her hair and aiming her face to his. He wanted to kiss her desperately but he also did this to hush her moans. He loved them so much that they were pushing him over the edge. He couldn’t control his hips anymore, they just smacked and plunged into her backside, causing her ass to move in waves with each hard smack.

She began to reach her end once more, the sheer force of his hips edging her closer and closer. She drooled into the kiss, moaning and trying to warn him of her approaching orgasm once more, her body now unable to keep up with the pleasure overload. When his hands tangled into her hair and began to tug, it was like a switch was flipped and her body caved in on her. Her walls began to close in on him again, just pulling him in as they pulsed.

He was so focused on maintaining his own mental fortitude that he didn’t consider her body giving in so quickly. He had pulled away from the kiss, now pushing her face down against the carpet while gripping her hair. When she came hard once again, he couldn’t hold back this time. He slammed himself in one good time before feeling a cord of tension snap.

“Ah-“ he moaned out harshly while a shock wave of pleasure coursed through his entire being.

He began to cum, the first wave being completely unavoidable before he forced his cock out of her soft hole. His seed spilled out of the tip of his cock and onto her cheeks. He rested his cock on the split of her backside, holding her hips with his hands and watching as it jerked and flinched while releasing onto her back.

Sweat beaded on her skin, mixing with his seed. It was a beautiful view and he soon found himself slowly starting to gain his composure. He soon blushed a deep red and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck while apologizing, “Sorry…I came inside a bit…” he admitted.

YC was still coming down, somehow far more out of breath than him. Three orgasms is more than enough to where someone out, especially after they had essentially just been used as a hole. When the mental fog cleared, she was made aware of Bokuto’s guilty little pout. She could only giggle quietly before moving to turn onto her back, still in a state of euphoria. She could only pull him into a deep kiss, her tongue sliding back into his mouth to convey a very promiscuous message.

Bokuto’s eyes widened as he kissed her, surprised at how bold she had suddenly become. His member didn’t even have time to fully soften from satisfaction, he already craved more. It grazed against her folds once more, able to tell that it was dampened further by his release. His tongue fought for dominance with hers, his hands reaching down to grip her by her ass.

She roughly tugged and bit at his lip, bucking her hips up against his to beg for more. She was high off his touch, his rhythm, him in general. She had never experienced such chemistry, she wasn’t satisfied yet.

Bokuto was in the same boat, already sensitive to her will as it was. Nothing could have prepared him for how euphoric her body was. His hands went to work, no longer focused on love making but just eager to fuck her relentlessly. His control left him long ago and he pulled her legs up to hook at his hips. His grip on her ass turned into a rough slap, barely able to hold back the same force he used in his powerful cross court shots. That was going to leave a print on her complexion, no doubt about it.

The grip returned to her cheeks and he found himself shoving his cock back inside of her dripping hole, his face breaking away from the pleasure.

They both let out a passionate sound once more, YC now clawing into his back and pulling down.

Bokuto purred from pleasure, only able to gasp out, “God YC…I love you~” he pleaded before smacking his hips against hers with all his might

YC began to let out yelps of lust, her voice unable to be contained as he hit the back of her dripping cunt over and over and over. Her eyes began to drift up and her body collapsed under his touch.

Bokuto latched onto one of her breasts, sucking and biting at her nipples with each thrust. He loved marking up her body now that he was able to claim her in more ways than one. When he watched her face begin to blank out, he knew he had to finish her off on the best note possible.

Bokuto pushed her thighs up grasping the backs of her ankles and forcing his bodyweight forward. She was pressed up into a folded position while his cock plunged inside the deepest divot of her entrance. He was going to fill her in more ways than one. It was already crazy intense with the way her pussy dripped from the mix of their juices, but now there was nothing to stop him. He was going to breed her until they couldn’t move anymore.

YC hadn’t ever been taken to this level. The sting of his hand print on her ass cheek never went away. It only mixed and blended into the pleasure, making her just buck her hips into his more. Hearts were in her eyes as she continued to claw into his back and now tugging on her short hair. Her tongue tangled with his. Her body gave in to his, and in seconds, she was folded up, now taking every bit of his massive girth. She couldn’t even form words anymore, just desperate whines as her cunt quivered.

Bokuto was nearing his peak. The constant thrusting went on and in and on, being driven by excitement and lust. They had been at it for hours by this point and this final position was the grandiose final stretch. Her pussy was pulsing, signifying her getting close. His dick hadn’t stopped leaking since he slid it back into her. Now he was truly getting close.

YC began to cry out from pleasure, one final orgasm bringing her to become a complete mess. She released onto him, dampening the front of his groin while he continued to slap his hips into her.

Bokuto felt himself edging closer and before he knew it he started to cum hard, still thrusting with all his might and causing semen to pour out of her along with her own fluids. After several strong pumps, he couldn’t keep up. His legs went weak and the gave out on him, causing him to have to catch himself with his hands as he watched her lost gaze.

YC shivered, feeling his hot seed fill her up completely. As she slowly calmed down, she eventually looked directly into his gaze, her ears ringing and her body tingling from her head to her toes.

Bokuto pumped a few more times, letting the rest of his release leak into the overcrowded hole. He gently kissed her forehead before pulling away and watching his now softening cock slide out of her, completely drenched in their fluids and still dripping cum. He stared at her abused hole, loving how it dripped with his seed, watching it pour and drip out into a puddle on the floor.

YC eventually spoke up, slowly composing herself and looking up at him while she slowly sat up, “Bokuto…that was…amazing..” she admitted shyly.

The man chuckled, soon pulling her into his lap to kiss her forehead. “If you thought that was amazing, be prepared to have your mind blown a lot~” he kissed her cheeks, “Well…more than just your mind actually~”

YC blushed a bright red before smacking his now dewy chest playfully, “Way to ruin a moment..” she said shyly with a pout.

Bokuto smiled and nuzzled into her neck, “I can make it up to you…. I’ll scrub your back~” he cooed softly.

YC smiled, chuckling and teasing back, “Who said I would let you into the shower with me?~”

“Can I at least peak?” He asked playfully

And with that, the two had officially become a couple. Their chemistry and lust for each other was unmatched and they had many many many more wonderful nights like this ahead of them.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto smut #hq smut #fanfic #friends to lovers

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stemroses · 3 years

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Scrolls the Loki selfcest tags Bc … I mean come on…

Proceeds to scroll the thorki tags Bc y’all making me mad with this selfcest = incest bs.

#y’all can die mad. selfcest =/= inc*st #loki spoilers #thorki #lokicest #y’all what their ship name though. watch me write a whole ass fic #I’ll fucking do it #I’ll make a platonic sweet one AND a smutty one #catch these hands #loki series

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badgerbl00d · 2 years

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in season

☆ characters: nami

☆ up next: attack on titan boys as college stereotypes

☆ summary: sanji is a terribly mean and toxic bf (very ooc, i know) and nami decides to help you out by taking you shopping, very smutty

☆ 18+, mdni

“Well, I just thought that, maybe, you’d-”

“Listen, princess, I don’t fucking have the time. I have more important shit to be doing than- than- what the fuck is it you want to do? Go shopping? You’re hilarious. The answer’s no.

Understood?”

You gave up, nodding as you kept your eyes pointed towards the floor. Your fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt, gently fiddling with your fabric as you thought about anything- everything else in a hopeless effort to stop the tears from falling.

The cold pad of a thumb traced your cheek, wiping off a tear. You felt a soft kiss press onto your forehead.

He was so infuriatingly gentle.

So sweet and docile when he wanted to be.

Waking up to warm tea and flowers, handwritten notes. How he cooked all your favorite meals when you were having bad days and made sure everyone let you sleep in when you had bad nights.

Except, of course, all your bad days and bad nights were because of him.

Sanji was different once he’d realized how tightly wound he had you.

How you couldn’t even think of anybody else.

You woke up and looked for him, wanting to kiss him and touch him before even brushing your teeth.

But even in your stupor you saw how he looked at other women.

It’s not that he didn’t love you, or wasn’t attracted to you.

You were just far from being the only person who received his affections. Even all these months after you had half heartedly convinced yourself that you might make him see only you, after all this time of hoping that stopping at a new island didn’t mean having your heart broken with every woman who passed by, you were hopeless.

Worst of all, you saw how he looked at her.

At Nami.

You couldn’t exactly blame him, everyone, looked at Nami.

God knows that you looked at Nami.

But girls did that. It was different,

The two of you were very close and you could platonically appreciate her beauty.You were allowed to note how her low waisted jeans hugged the soft curve of her hips, the way her shirts showed off the sun tanned top of her chest, the way her lips curled when she spoke.

How confidently she stepped into rooms.

How she knew she made men break their necks, turning their heads to try and get the slightest glimpse of her, the faintest smell of her perfume.

How they’d kill for one touch, one taste, anything.

For every rose Sanji gifted you, she’d get twenty.

Every kiss, every touch of his, you knew, he wished he could give her.

Sanji wiped the tears from your eyes as they fell and pressed soft kisses to your forehead, holding you close to his chest.

“I’m… I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, “I’ll just be too busy tonight to do any of that. Why don’t you ask Nami?”

Her name sounded like poison on his tongue. He said it with such affection and care that you might be nauseous.

Asshole.

You pulled away from him.

“Okay.”

“Give me a kiss… Please?”

You relented, kissing him hesitantly.

He placed his hands on your waist and looked down at you.

The sick affection in his gaze made your stomach turn.

You pushed him off of you and walked out of the room, “See you later.”

“Love you!” he half assedly called out.

You didn’t bother to answer.

“Come in!!”

Nami called you into her room and you happily entered, eager to tell her about how sick you were of the cook.

The room was neat, for the most part. Half finished maps were scattered around the room, and a stained rag sat atop a small vial of ink that had spilled over on her desk.

A small pile of clothes laid on the desk chair.

You lightly blushed, noticing the under garments.

Nami laid in bed reading a fashion magazine.

She was on her stomach and had her feet crossed behind her.

The skirt she had on was far from modest and you quickly looked away from her after accidentally looking at the pink panties she was wearing.

She lightly giggled, sitting up and patting the bed next to her, “Sit.”

You obeyed, sitting down next to her.

She had very soft sheets, they tickled your skin. Something about her room made the hairs on your arm rise. Maybe it was cold.

She sat with her legs crossed on the bed, facing you. Noting how quiet you were she gingerly tucked your hair behind your ears and closely inspected your face.

“You were crying?! What happened? Oh god,” she groaned, “What did he do.”

You shook your head, closing your eyes in an attempt to stop yourself from crying again.

You felt her soft fingers on your face, cleaning off your face.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”

You took a deep breath in, calming yourself down enough to talk to her.

“I thought he might have some free time tonight and tried asking if he wanted to go shopping,” you explained, “But he said he couldn’t and the whole time I felt like he was trying to get away from me or leave. It’s so frustrating! And then he just started… being mean. Saying I was acting like he doesn’t have responsibilities and stupid shit like that.”

She nodded, and you turned to look at her.

A pensive look rested on her face.

She turned to you, smiling. Something mischievous or… calculating, perhaps, lacing her gaze.

“Let’s go shopping, then.”

A highly urbanized island like this one knew no end to shops. Designer, thrift, family owned, start-up, experimental… any kind of imaginable clothing store was in sight.

Your initial worries that you and Nami might be spotted were immediately subdued when you realized that, as long as you could pay, no one cared who you were or what you did.

And, by God, could she pay.

You had no idea where she got all the cash from. The majority of your crew’s wealth was first, stolen, and second, in hard, heavy gold.

You could only imagine where she got this influx of money, and decided to keep any questions you had to yourself.

You both tried on at least thirty clothing items each time you stopped at a store, strutting through the hallways of the dressing rooms in the back, giving a free (and much appreciated) fashion show to the employees. Nami bought everything she liked. Tags were ignored and prices disregarded as bags piled on top of bags.

“You sure you don’t want anything?” she asked, “This is their new SS22 line of clothes. It’s mainly spring colors, they look fantastic on your skin!”

You shook your head, “I don’t know… I haven't really loved anything I’ve tried on yet.”

She turned around, lifting her hair up, asking you to zip up the back of the dress she was trying on.

It was stunning on her.

A deep teal color complimenting her fair skin. It was strapless and had a low cut collar.

Slightly too big for her, the dress pooled at her feet.

She frowned, “Ugh. I really like this one too. Oh, well.”

She took it off, throwing it on the ever growing discard pile.

“God, we should’ve brought your stupid boyfriend. The one thing he’s good for, besides being a half decent chef, is carrying these bags. But we’ll manage. It doesn’t help that we’ll be doubling what we have now.”

“Doubling?!”

Nami nodded, gesturing towards you.

“You haven’t bought anything,” she mused, “And this whole trip was supposed to be for you. So we’re gonna find some things you like.”

The next few hours consisted of searching for things you liked. Satin platform heels, statement belts, low rise jeans, bras… lots of very expensive and very elaborate bras.

You were both starting to struggle with the copious amounts of things you had to carry. Miu Miu, Dior, Chanel, Westwood. The two of you had probably spent more than your combined bounties at this point.

“Okay hot stuff,” Nami started, “One more stop… There’s a dress here that I’ve been picturing you in since I saw it in their pre season catalogue last month.”

“Me?” A slight blush crept through your cheeks.

She giggled, grabbing your hand to lead you in, “Yes, you! It’s black, low cut, and very revealing. I think it was made for you.”

You laughed, grabbing her hand back.

“I’m not sure Nami, that sounds expensive.”

“Yeah… If I recall correctly it’s about three million berries. Everyone wants it. I called in this morning to put it on hold. I was gonna surprise you with it later, but your moron of a “boyfriend” ruined that.”

She emphasized the word boyfriend like she didn’t think he was deserving of the title.

He wasn’t.

“Oh… I hope it looks good, then. I don’t want this to have been a waste of your time.”

Nami seemed… excited, almost. Hungry, even.

“Even if it doesn’t fit… I don’t mind having spent the day with you. And I definitely have no complaints against sharing a dressing room with you.”

She winked and left to grab an employee.

The dress was… something, to say the least. The fabric was rich and soft to the touch. The stitching was simple and completely perfect. You were almost scared to try it on.

“Well? Try it on!!”

Something had shifted between the two of you. You’d always been close. You trusted her, with your personal issues, your boy problems, you slept in her room when things got really bad with Sanji, you shared clothes, shared drama. On new islands you’d explore with her. You were each others’ first choices for any kind of partner work. When something happened you always shared side glances with each other. There was no one else you’d rather judge people with.

But throughout the day, you found the gazes lingering. Some kind of unexpected sensuality underlied each and every touch. The clothes you were trying on were getting more and more revealing as the day went on. Something about her lit you on fire. There was an electricity in the way her fingers trailed up your back as she zipped up a dress. Or how her lips kissed your cheek when you took selfies in the dressing rooms.

You pulled the dress up, lifting the straps onto your shoulders.

It hugged your waist, and brought out every curve you had.

The dress was floor length, and had a long slit running up to the top of your thigh. The collar sagged slightly and showcased the top of your chest. It brought out your collarbones and the curve of your neck.

It truly did fit you perfectly.

You sat appreciating your reflection, but you were more focused on how Nami was marveling at you.

She was leaning on the wall behind you, staring at you in the mirror.

She seemed extremely satisfied. She dragged her gaze up and down your figure, her tongue running over her bottom lip.

Your face reddened and you cleared your throat, “It does fit perfectly… I love it.”

“Told you so,” she winked at you.

“I can’t wait to wear it out… Sanji will be so-”

Nami walked over to you tracing a finger up your side. She stood behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder. “It’s such a shame,” she said, “That you’re wasting your time with him.”

She moved her lips to your neck, barely touching your skin.

You could feel a rush course through your body and you pressed your legs closer together.

“How cute,” she purred, dragging a finger down your thigh.

Her honeyed voice was entrancing, it had a slightly rhythmic quality and you could feel yourself getting completely enraptured in her.

She was addictive and despite the fact that you had never felt this attractive, you could only look in the mirror and stare at her.

The mirror was slightly fogged from the size of the room and how much you’d been talking with one another.

“It makes me sick to think that he’d get the chance to have you-“

She kissed your neck.

“-To touch you,“

Her hand pulled down the straps of the dress and she kissed your shoulder.

“-To taste you,”

her slight fingers slid down your back to unhook your bra.

“- and he treats you like that.”

The dress slid down to your waist.

“N-nami…”

“Am I wrong? Could you not do so much better? I don’t mean to pry but,” she paused shortly before continuing, “Since our rooms are so close to each other… I can hear when you have sex.”

You were scared you might break a sweat.

Oh god.

“And to be honest I really don’t mind the pretty sounds you make. Nor do I hate imagining how you’d look if it was me. But it’s so staged. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sat in bed listening to his god awful sex and thinking about how much better you’d feel if it was me. I’m a lot more sick of your bullshit act than listening to the sex itself. At least if I knew you felt good I’d sleep in peace.”

“How long has it been since you’ve… you know,” she lowered her head on her shoulder and ever so slightly brushed her lips over your ear, “actually felt good when someone touched you?”

Tears pooled in your eyes and you tried to blink back your embarrassment. You shifted nervously, avoiding her gaze. You briefly looked in the mirror, regretting it immediately.

You had half-assedly hoped that if you avoided looking at her long enough you could resist the growing temptation to give in to her. To let her do whatever it was she wanted. But the short glance at her own eagerness to touch you, taste you, feel you, broke any will you had.

“A long time,” you responded breathily, scared to speak above a whisper, “...Pl-please.”

A sly grin spread across her face, she slipped off your bra straps, letting it fall to the floor.

Your nipples were hard, half due to the strong AC most designer stores seemed to have, and half due to the fact that your mental resilience to her was degrading. Quickly.

She licked a stripe up your neck, and took a nipple between her index finger and thumb, lightly rubbing.

A soft moan escaped your lips and your final bit of resolve crumbled. She could have you. She would have you. You were completely powerless and completely hers. Anything she wanted she could take and anything she asked for you’d give. You were flooding your panties and her warm breath tickled your neck and you pressed your thighs even closer together, grabbing the sides of the chair to stabilize yourself.

Your breathing hastened as she walked over so that she was standing in front of you and hypnotically lowered herself to her knees.

She gently parted your legs, pulling the dress off of you and leaving it on the floor.

She gazed down with satisfaction at your soaked pink panties, lightly running a finger up the middle.

You moaned, louder, and with more desperation.

She giggled, “Good girl.”

She pressed kisses up your body starting at your bellybutton and stopping at your neck, where she instead chose to leave dark red spots, tinting the surrounding skin with a purple hue.

You moaned as she kept one hand stroking up and down your panties and the other playing with your nipples.

From this alone you were sure that in a bit more time you’d be a whining mess in a not so discreet space, but you wanted more.

You’d already cheated on your asshole boyfriend by letting her touch you like this so why not fully commit?

“N-nami,” you whimpered, “More please…”

She pulled away from your neck, never stopping her ministrations with her fingers, and looked at you with a pitying look.

“More?”

You enthusiastically nodded, adding a small “please”.

“Hmmm… you mean like this?”

She pushed your panties to the side exposing your dripping pussy. She lowered herself so that her lips lined up with your exposure and looked up at you.

You bit back moans, embarrassed that her simply being near you got you this worked up.

“Tsk, tsk, I wanna hear you, princess.”

Your pussy fluttered at the pet name.

Sanji called you that but it was completely different when she did. He said it when he wanted to be nice, but the way she said it made you feel like a whore.

Call me that again, you thought.

You moaned, begging and whining for her to please touch you.

“I wanna’ feel you… Please Nami,” you said, “I wanna cum for you.”

She gave your pussy a few kitten licks, circling your clit.

You whimpered, covering your mouth to try and save an employee from hearing the two of you.

She flattened her tongue and began licking up and down, teasing your twitching hole with the hardened tip of her tongue.

She looked up, clearly amused with how worked up you were.

A slender finger slipped into you, quickly followed by another.

Her tongue dragged back up to your clit, where she picked up the pace.

Your bud is swollen and pink, throbbing against her tongue.

“N-nami,” gasp, “please.

She hums, slowly moving her head from side to side.

Her fingers start pumping inside of you faster, leaving stickier and wetter than they entered every time.

Your hand has been discarded as you grab onto the chair, knuckles white as you try to offset the blinding pleasure she’s inflicting on your poor pussy.

You’re starting to drip a mixture of your sticky wetness and Nami’s spit onto the chair, nearing orgasm.

“Ah-ah…,” you pant and moan, letting your head hang back as she starts to suck on your clit, swollen and aching.

“... such a pretty pussy,” she muses, releasing your clit with a pleasing pop!

“You want more?”

You nod, your cheeks hotter than ever.

Nami leans back into you, smiling at the sight of your red pussy and syrupy hole, pouring out onto the chair. She pauses right before she touches you again, eliciting some desperate whimpers from you.

“. . ‘mi please,” you whine, “wan’ cum for you.”

A small laugh bubbles in her throat as she places her warm tongue back on your throbbing pussy, desperate for release.

The intensity is very different this time.

She pumps her fingers against your soft walls impossibly fast, curling the ends so that she rubs your g-spot every time, never slowing the tantilizating motion of her tongue against your nub, overstimulated and raw.

You feel the coil tighten in your stomach.

Nami is determined and looks up at you with a suffocatingly possessive gaze. She knows you’ll never orgasm again without thinking about her.

About the wet, slick sounds your pussy makes as she fucks you with her fingers.

About the soreness of your body that is sure to follow.

As she pushes her fingers into you and keeps them there, curling and uncurling the tips, you cum without warning, a mixture of a moan and a whine escaping your throat.

Nami slowly pulls her fingers out of you, standing back up to kiss you. The kiss is hot and, unsurprisingly, wet, but you like it.

Tasting yourself on her awakens a whole new adrenaline rush and you quickly become desperate for your next orgasm from her before even finishing this one.

She’s clearly amused at your excitement, smiling at you like you’re pathetic.

Her lips drag down to your neck, filling the dressing room with wet sucking sounds as she paints your neck with hickies.

You squirm in your seat, shifting your weight from side to side, anxiously placing your hands on top of hers.

She kneels back down and your stomach coils right back up as you mentally prepare yourself for a second round.

Instead you feel her lifting your panties back up your legs, not bothering to clean you up at all.

“It’s rather late, no?”

You stare blankly at her, mouth agape.

“Let’s get back to the ship, and if you’re good we can pick up where we left off,” she teased, “Sound good, princess?”

You nodded, half dazed and shakily put on the rest of your clothes.

Nami grabbed the dress off the floor, “Hmm…,” she observed the wrinkles on it from its short repose on the floor, “I’ll ask for a new one.”

Nami left the dressing room, leaving you alone with your… interesting reflection.

Your neck was thoroughly covered in love bites. An entire palette of red and purple graced your complexion. Your lips (both) were swollen and sticky. Your knees were weak and ever so slightly shaking.

You sighed.

Oh how you wanted to do it again.

You walked back onto the Sunny with hickeys on your neck, outlined in the color of Nami’s lipstick. Usopp dragged behind you as he hauled your bags up to Nami’s room.

A chill ran down your spine when you saw Sanji staring at you.

Maybe you hadn’t fully considered the extent of consequences

“Aw… he looks so stupid.”

You watched as Sanji processed what had happened between the two of you.

You felt some kind of deep satisfaction as he grappled with whether he should feel angry or jealous.

He went with angry.

“You dumb fucking bitch.”

He started walking towards you, kitchen knife in hand.

Even though you knew he’d never seriously hurt you, fear immediately spread throughout your body.

Nami pushed you behind her and shot out her clima-takt, using his chest as a stopping point.

“Come closer,” she sneered, “I dare you.”

“Fuck you,” Sanji turned to look at you, “Slut.”

“Yeah,” Nami mused, smiling at him, “She is!”

Nami led you up the stairs to her room, looking at Sanji slyly.

“It’s too bad, Sanji…” a smile pulled at the corners of her lips, and a gentle hand on your back told you that whatever she was about to say wasn’t true, and was really just meant to piss him off even further,

“Had you been a better boyfriend we might’ve considered letting you join.”

You suppressed laughter and ran into her room with her, giggling as soon as the door closed.

You could hear the faint sound of dishes breaking in the kitchen.

“Oh well,” she shrugged.

You leaned in, kissing her with fervor and passion.

Sitting down on the bed she pushed your shoulders, laying you down on the bed.

“Tired?”

You nodded, “Yeah… I don’t think I’ve ever felt this many emotions in one day. Or carried that many bags.”

She straddles you, placing her hips on top of yours. She leant forward and kissed your forehead a few times.

“It might be really selfish of me, but I’m an impatient person. Seeing you deal with him knowing that… that you could have so much better, that you could have me… it was making me crazy” she said, tracing a finger over your collarbone, “So I’m glad it didn’t work out between the two of you.”

You smiled, rolling over, so you were facing each other. She was warm and her hands were starting to travel lower and lower. You leant in and kissed her again, letting her tongue slip into your mouth. She pressed her body closer against you, sliding off your skirt. You pulled away from the kiss, a glistening trail of saliva connecting your lips.

“Me too.”

#nami x reader #nami smut #nami x you #nami op #nami one piece #nami strawhat #nami x y/n #op smut #one piece smut #nami #nami swan #hot ginger chick

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sukirichi’s 2.4k milestone event

weee another milestone and nooo i couldn’t wait for 2.5k because i’m so excited and happy, thank you so much! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ including HAIKYUU this time around yeeeee! also i don’t have a restaurant aesthetic anymore, just kind of goofing around now! REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

before you request...

please read about my writings first! it will include the stuff i write and don’t write about. i’m more flexible in nsfw works, so if you really want to try for a kink, just send me in and if the idea is up to my liking, we’ll see how it goes!

please be patient and nice! if i don’t like the tone of your request or if you’re ‘demanding’ me, aka, “hey, write this for me, this concept...” your ask will immediately be deleted!

no requesting of the same idea to other writers please!

please keep in mind i don’t do too much canon-heavy plots, aka really specific canon events and how they lead up to one another. i don’t read the manga for both jjk and haikyuu ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ

I do not do headcanons anymore. I’m not good at them LMAO.

i feel a lot more laid back in my writings now, so i’ll only be taking requests that i want to write for! the accepted requests will be listed down below as i organize them

you may refer to my first milestone event if you want more ideas for AU requests! you no longer need to include the numbers/spices/ingredients format used in that. just send whatever idea you want ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU. whichever idea i love the MOST will be turned into a series just because I want to try new things hehe!

— characters i can write anything for (nsfw & sfw)

: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, choso, ryoumen sukuna, nanami kento

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, miya twins, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, tetsuro kuroo

— characters i can only write sfw for

: itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

: kenma kozume

— characters i’m MOST eager to write simp for

: fushiguro megumi, choso, naoya zenin, ryoumen sukuna, gojo satoru

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

accepted requests: (only accepting the ones that interest me for now!)

favorites marked as ⭐

RYOUMEN SUKUNA: hello love!! i know it LITERALLY just came out but would you consider a pt 2 or a drabble for sweet lies? where megumi either catches her and sukuna or she genuinely starts moving on uasdfghj i'm convinced that megumi heard her fucking sukuna in the bathroom <3 anyways pls feel free to ignore me too

RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ma’am , i beg of u ,,, spare husband! sukuna x wife! reader drabble. I just read your arranged marriage AU and lordddd i’m obsessed. How long did it take for him to take her virginity 😳? i’m so curious as to how that went down read here: black magic [02]

⭐⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Yooooo how about Rockstar Sukuna seducing his manager ehehehehe~

⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ok but... pirate captain Sukuna 👀👀👀 I’m havin some Thots ngl 🥵🤤 I can’t decide whether reader should be the first mate and they’re a kickass Power Couple 💪😎or if she should be a stowaway who gets found out and has to pay for her passage with her body 😩😉

OKKOTSU YUTA: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi saw that your request are open and congrats for the 2.4k !! 🎊 if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that's his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it's y/n and she doesn't die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3 | kiss me more

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: Toge's S/O being so sad that even when he says "smile" it doesn't work( also saw that in TikTok)

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta's sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please🥺Maybe they meet one day when she went to visit the school? Or she's a new sorcerer. Aahhhh I can't think of anything so I'll leave it up to your wonderful mind😌 Thank you! And again congrats! | crush

INUMAKI TOGE: SUKI OMG SIREN AU WITH TOGE AND DEAF READERHis voice hypnotizes all who hear it but she’s unaffected and he’s shook lmao 😂 She teaches him human sign language so they can communicate 🥺 maybe when he realizes he likes her he brings her seashells and other shiny things from the sea floor and it’s so cute 🥰 just 🥺🥺 siren Toge 🥺🥺🥺 (DEBATING)

GOJO SATORU: Hello dear Suki! 🤗 congrats on your more than deserved milestone 👏🏼🥳 I know it’s not the restaurant aesthetic anymore but still, thank you for being a Michelin-star chef spoiling the fandom with your food 🤤👀 I’d love to request the following: ingredient 66 with sugar 8 & 9 and Gojou as cherry on top 🥰 some heavy angst with a happy / smutty ending. additional 🍪 for inspiration - „Best friends don’t look at each other the way you look at her. You never know what will happen, tomorrow might be too late“. Have a lovely day dear 💕

GOJO SATORU: Congrats on 2.4K!!!! May I please request a fic where the reader has like. Zero reaction to Gojo? And he’s kinda shook bc people either adore him or hate him, but here’s reader acting like he’s just a normal dude. And he starts falling for her bc he’s never experienced that before

⭐ GOJO SATORU: a reader that likes Gojo but immediately says N O P E bc they clock that he’s at risk of breaking their heart so they just try to avoid getting close to him despite being a teacher stuck with him a lot of the time. And Gojo is just like ??? But I like you??? Why are you always avoiding me? “I’m tired of you acting like I can’t commit to something. Committing to you is easy.”

⭐ GOJO SATORU: ♡Soft nsfw scenario with s/o and gojo while outside is snowing read here: cold

⭐ GOJO SATORU: Ohoho~ another milestone! Congrats~Can I get Vampire!Satoru x Monster Hunter!Reader where he “proves” to her that all of his victims came willingly(I think from the AU choice you’ll know exactly who I am lol 😉)

⭐ GOJO SATORU: hello! first and foremost, congratulations on reaching 2.4k! i love your writing and its just oh my goodness <3 your stories made my heart squeezed! second of all, i'd like to propose a request for a story. fluff/angst (up to you! your way of writing is just superb) mixed with nsfw gojo satoru. a modern business tycoon au where he just lost his wife and is overprotective of his 1 year old toddler. you're his new staff in the office and is treated badly bcs you know, new staff. one day, you stumbled upon your boss and his baby in a shop, who wont stop crying and he took an interest in you when you managed to calm his kid down. he hired you as his babysitter + made you move into his estate. from there, your life changed! also, thank you for accompanying my days with your stories, it's marvelous! 💕

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: okay i thought you might like this idea for the event (or maybe not lol) - naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man's gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ | good girl

NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Stage magician Naoya and his cute little assistant, where every other trick works to undress or strategically rip her outfit so he can show off his little bunny to the crowd before fucking her brainless backstage

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: listen ,,,,, ur naoya hate fic goes crazy stupid may i add something. naoya being overprotective like reader is so pretty and many of the clan men look at them a lottttt and naoya out of nowhere will kiss you in front of them or will grab them in front the maids and workers. then reader becomes mad and they get into an argument and then hate fuck :D lmaoo (THIS REQUEST PLEASEEEE SEND ME TO HEAVEN) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Omg Suki! Congrats on the 2.4k! So uhmm I decided to take a break from the Kita/Naoya twin au angst 👉👈 idk if you are still accepting requests but HAS ANYONE EVER MENTIONED OR HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED SUGAR DADDY NAOYA????? 🥺 -🌸

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: Megumi being insecure about his eyes because they are a very light green colour( like in manga) so he wears blue contacts( I saw that on TikTok and... big brain energy)

⭐ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: SUKI, HI! First of all, congrats on 2.4K you absolutely deserve every single milestone coming your way 💞💞If it’s not too much to ask may I request a one-shot with megumi where he’s jealous that his fem!crush is spending more time with Itadori and sees how she enjoys his company a lot but it’s purely platonic? Reader likes megumi too and they both need that push in the right direction?Thanks so much if you decide to write this 🥺💖 I seriously love your writing and your big brain sm

CHOSO: Could you write something with Choso and the reader that has a toxic mother (if that actually exists. She controls everything the reader does, and plays with her mind/ feelings making her feel like she's the bad one)?But after a fight with the mom, the reader has enough and just leaves deciding they will finally do what they want, ending up at a tattoo shop, where Choso is the tattoo artist.Ngl, i'd like this to be nsfw because i am thirsting for this man ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Don't really have kink preferences but if you could include size and breeding kink then i'd be hella thankful ☺

GETOU SUGURU: Yo how about a Victorian AU with Gentleman Thief!Getou and Debutante!Reader nsfw 👀👀 maybe she hears something in the dark and goes to investigate and gets pressed to the wall with a knife at her throat 👀🥵

FUSHIGURO TOJI: can we get a part two of the "lessons learned" toji fic 👉🏽👈🏽 maybe him fucking and overstimulating her so hard she cries and begs for mercy but no mercy will be given. maybe he uses the same handcuffs she used for him on her 🥰 maybe some manhandling cause im a hoe for letting a man throw me around

⭐ KAGEYAMA TOBIO (fckin finally): kageyama tobio x reader fic for mutual virginity loss? maybe they just haven’t had time with him being a fancy schmancy volleyball player, maybe there’s just nerves, i don’t know! i’ll leave it up to u babe <3

⭐ SUNA RINTARO: hi!! congrats on the 2.4k HEHE just wanted to request a suna and tattoo/flower shop au? idk just the thought of tattooed suna is like. mm yes

⭐ SUNA RINTARO/AKAASHI KEIJI: hi suki!! i’m so excited for your event! so i rarely ever see someone else who loves both akaashi and suna so i was wondering if you could write something for them! maybe apocalypse au?? or roommate au?? i was thinking y/n could have a relationship/be fuck buddies with one of them and some smutty exhibitionism happens with the other watching, and then some pining that ends in a threesome if you write those! if not, then just a smutty n filthy little love triangle that you can choose an ending for lol (a happy one would be nice bc my heart can only handle so much angst, but really it’s up to you and what inspires you!!) tysm for doing this event and always working so hard <3

⭐ OIKAWA TOORU: hi i love your writing!! can i please request work au (boss oikawa x secretary fem reader?) with degradation and him fucking your in the window 😭💗💗

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #ryoumen sukuna #uhh im lazy #to tag #THANK YOU FOR THE MILESTONE <3 #sukirichi #suki: 2.4k milestone event

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jawritter · 4 years

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Dean Winchester One Shots

Happy Birthday Dean pt. 1

It’s Dean’s birthday, and you realize something about yourself you never knew before… Until now…

30 Minutes til Midnight (Happy Birthday Dean pt. 2!)

Sequel ot Happy Birthday Dean, will you finally tell him how you feel?

Middle of the road

Can you keep pretending your just friends, or will it all come out in the middle of the road.

Lonely as the grave

Dean struggles with his reality visiting the graveyard in his hometown of Lawrance, Kansas

The Fool

The reader comfronts Lisa, based on the song The Fool by Leanne Walmack

The Meeting

A secret releationship getts heated during a meet up

Waiting…

Waiting on your hero hunter to come home can be one of the harderst things you ever do.

Finally Yours

Alpha!Dean is in Rut, and only one Omega can help him through it!

Home

Six years ago Christmas Eve Dean made the biggest mistake of his life under influence of the Mark of Cane.

It Was Fifteen Years Ago Today

Haunted by the past tramas even Dean needs a little comfort sometimes.

I Did It Because I Love You

Dean’s been a complete and total asshole, what happenes when the reader finally has all she can take.

Happy Valenties Day Sweetheart

Dean shows the reader a little bit of his softer side….

I Kinda Like The Disease…

Your search for your demon boyfriend takes you to New Orleans during mardi grag…

Challenge Accepted..

Requested: ok so here is a request(idk if you do these)(also it’s smut) so dean talks about how good he is in the bedroom and the reader says something along the lines like “i bet you can’t make me come” Dean challenges this. In the bedroom and you know they doing the dirty or whatever. Dean edges her and edges her and just when the reader had enough of the teasing Dean finally takes her over her edge and the reader is left with the most hot shaking orgasm ever. I hope this makes sense! ❤️ur stories!!

Your Perfect

Request: the reader is always willing to go down on Dean but when Dean goes to return the favor the reader stops him and always finds an excuse. No one has ever offered to go down on her before so she’s insecure about it and doesn’t want to look weird in from of dean. i Hope this makes sense!

Curves

Requested: Can I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader, where she really shy and dorky but believes that she really bad at sex because she is bigger? And dean shows her that she not 😊💕 I hope this make sense haha! I know this sound awkward turtle 🐢

You Deserve Better Than Me

Requested: Dean winchester x pregnant Reader. Dean feels the reader deserves better than what he can give her in his life, what will he do when he finds out that she’s expecting his baby?

Quarantine

Summery: Everyone is stuck in quarantine right now everywhere, and your stuck alone with Dean, who really needs to blow off steam… Oh what has your big mouth gotten you into now…

My Best Friend

Request: hiii i have dean x reader request! the reader and dean are friends with benefits but recently she’s just been down in the dumps and just wants some platonic affection and not sex. as the writer you can do what u want but could you add Dean playing with the readers hair? i have a weakness for it lol thanks!

Just A Dream…

Part 1

Part 2

Winchesters Fantasies 1000 follower Challenge…

Daddy’s Home

Request: Hey I know this is odd, but I really enjoy your writing and I was wondering if you could possibly do a little smutty Dean thing? Maybe using the name Lyn, and really anything is on the table, I mean, it’s Dean Winchester. (Or if you want, some daddy kink and maybe just rough stuff :o) Thank you dear!! You don’t have to if ya don’t want to, no pressure 💕💕

Like Pulling Teeth

Request: Okay, so I was just watching few recent spn episode and saw Garth episode. Which gave me an curious idea, can you write dentist reader x dean? They’re in a relationship, one day when dean eats something, it pains and reader has to look into it? and then reader says wisdom tooth extraction? Also the fear of dentist which dean already has (shown in the episode, I found it very funny) I know it’s a weird request but I also think it would be very funny🙈

Little Details…

Request: Could I maybe request a Chubby!Reader x Dean story? She’s super sweet and kind of laid back, just going along with the boys as a research partner, but she’s also super artsy and loves to draw Dean while she researches. Maybe some sweet and soft smut, oh! And maybe he plays with her hair? :) Thanks dear!! 🌻💛

Age Is Just A Number…

Request Hello :) How do feel about an age difference, post sex one-shot? Alternate universe (no hunting), consensual, not underage but quite a big age difference (like at least 10years) where Dean is like freaking out because he’s Dean and doesn’t want to destroy the girl’s life?

Mine…

Request: Could you do a one shot where the reader lives with Sam and dean they are best friends. The reader and dean have a secret relationship and dean gets jealous of the reader and Sam hanging out all day. So dean shows the reader who she belongs too in the bedroom.

Right In Front Of You…

Request: Dean x Reader. Reader is hunting with Sam and Dean, and she is constantly getting annoyed at every single thing that Dean does. And she always acts very bad with Dean with this making dean think that she hates him. And that makes mr very sad because he has feelings for her but when Dean save her sacrificing himself from a hunting gone wrong. She stars to develop feelings for him.

Jealous Of My Demons...

Requested: Dean get’s jealous of the reader’s former boyfriend Brady, who is now posses by a demon and working as a stable boy for the horseman pestilence. Who will they work this out?

Princess...

Request: Thank you for answering my question love!💕 can I request a Dean x plus size reader where she is super shy and it drives dean crazy? Fluff, smut? I’m sorry to bother you hahah and that this sounds awkward turtle 🐢 🖤😻

My Girl...

Requested: Hola! request for dean x reader: the readers current boyfriend always puts her down and one day threatens to breakup with her if she doesn’t lose weight, even though she’s not even plus sized or anything. She constantly pushes her body to the limit to lose the weight and dean notices. it ends all fluffy and protective!dean comes out and has a “talk” with the boyfriend. side note for anyone reader this: YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL MAMA 💗🥺

Your Dean...

Request: Heyy! I'm sorry to be a bother. I was wondering if you can do a one shot where the reader is prone to severe panic attacks and her husband Dean is the only one who knows how to calm her down? She gets a really bad attack but Dean for some reason ain't there, and no one is able to help her but eventually he comes back and takes care of her. Sorry if this is a lot haha.

Safe. Warm. His...

Request: Are you taking requests? If so would you possibly write a one shot with Dean where the reader is in little space and just wants to cuddle and nuzzle her head in his neck and give him lots of little kisses and play with his hands? It’s just superrrr fluffy 🥺🥺🖤

One Hell Of A Thank You...

Request: Can I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader, where the reader is really quirky and dorky and goes on a date but turns out her date is a vampire and kidnapped her and dean saves her and falls in love with her, maybe some angst, fluff and smut 💕

Voices..

Request: Can I request? Dean x reader were she has an Eating Disorder and she’s recovering but today was an off day for her and starts to go back to her old habits and Dean notices and helps her through it.

His Girl...

Request: May I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader where the reader is very shy and she at a bar and some dirt bags are picking on her about her shortness and weight and dean stands up for her? Some smut and fluff ?? Also want to say you are a bop of a writer my love! ✨💕🥰❤️

Happily Ever After...

Request: Hey beautiful! May I request a Dean Winchester x plus size reader where the reader does all the research for the boys and she is very shy,she a huge Disney fan, one day demons get in the bunker and make fun of her and dean stand up for her and confess his love for her (smut)? And after they cuddle and watch lady and tramp? Fluff and smut you are a gem my dear! 💕

His New Toy...

Request: Hai can I request dean x reader smut with breast bondage and nipple play?? plot (if there is any) is up to you ;)

His Heaven...

Request: Heyy I love your ABO fics and I have a request for you. You can always say no to this if you’re uncomfortable. I’ll completely understand and I’m very sorry. Can you do one with Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader. Where the reader is on a supply run and she gets assaulted and tortured by a monster and when she gets back to the bunker somehow, she only allows her Alpha anywhere near her and refuses help from anyone else. Dean takes care of her and helps her heal.

Something Worth Fighting For

Request: Hi love! Your writing is amazing and I was wondering if you could do a Dean x depressed!reader? Like dean finds the reader about to jump off the roof of the bunker after reading the note she left him and sam saying goodbye. He had never suspected anything cause she hid it so well. Dean saves her and tells her his feelings for her? You can also add any details you want or anything like that! There is no rush! Thank you!

Unlikely Places

Trigger Warning: Non-Con

Request: Hi! I love your work! Can you do a ABO? One where the reader is Beta, and Dean Alpha, and she’s his true mate/soulmate, but they don’t know it, and he gets possessive and goes into almost a feral rut where he tries to claim, and it almost kills her but Sam and Rowena save her and give Dean his Omega back? You come up with the plot because you’re amazing at that!! Please! I’d be forever in your debt!

I Hurt Too

Request: hi there! I have seen loads of fics and one shots where Dean is sleeping around/having a one night stand and the reader gets jealous and upset, but I was wondering if I could request one with the other way around? or maybe one where they sleep around equally? as smutty, fluffy, or angst as you want!!

What’s Left Of Me

Summary: Who know one little woman could have turned his whole world upside down? He had done so good alone for so long. Then here you come along, and ruin everything

Elf

Summary: Maybe being stuck at home alone with Dean for Christmas isn’t so bad after all.

Save Me

Summary: It’s not always easy being the hero, especially when no one is ever there to save you.

Saving Grace

Summary: Some things are worth fighting for, even when they think they’re not. You can either roll over and die, or you can pick yourself up off the ground and go get what you want. That’s the place Y/N now finds herself in.

Living With Regret

Summary: Death can be hard to deal with in any aspect, but when you’re in the life, it's something you deal with all to often, and carry with you until it's your turn to burn.

Happy Halloween

Summary: It’s Daddy’s favorite holiday. So what’s a good girl gonna do, but let him blow off some steam after a successful hunt?

I’ll Wait For You

Summary: Sometimes when we’re angry, hurt, or scared we say things wrong. Say things that hurt the ones we love. When Dean takes things a step to far can you find it in your heart to forgive him?

An Alpha And His Omega

Summary: Sometimes Alpha’s aren’t the assholes, sometimes words Omegas say things that can hurt too.

No, Screw You Sweetheart

Summary: You HATE Dean Winchester, I mean you really, REALLY hate Dean Winchester.

30 Minutes In Heaven

Summary: Your life, like many hunters before you, was cut short. You had no idea at the time the Fates that were at play in the universe were really those of dick angles and egotistical assholes with massive god complexes. And you also had no idea that they were really the reason you lost your life, and you had no idea why… Until around 30 minutes after you made it to Heaven.

The Devil And I

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Summary: What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right? You survived after you thought your mate had died, but how will you survive finding out he's alive, only different.

Don’t Let It Show...

Summary: She’s had enough of him, just like every other woman always seems to, and normally, he doesn’t care, but this time...this time it hurts.

Don’t Fear The Reaper

Summary: They took him from her, her knit, her king, her Dean, “cured” him, and now she’s going to get him back, she’s going to set him free.

Scars And All

Summary: You and Dean have a strange, mutual relationship, but that’s all it is, physical. Until an almost bar fight brings some things to light that you thought you’d never hear.

I Almost Lost You

Summary: Sometimes, monsters aren't always monsters...sometimes they're people.

Touch Starved

Summary: Sometimes when the hunt is hard, and his mind is loud, Dean just wants to be close to someone he loves, but is to scared to say it out loud. Thankfully, she knows him better than he knows himself.

I Wanna Be Your Everything

Summary: After a huge fight, and a week away from Dean, he’s finally decided it was okay to have the ending he’d always wanted.

One More Sunset

Summary: Dean just wants the pain to go away...

#jawritter masterlist #Dean winchester one shots #jawritter

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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Submission p9 Want

REAL LIFE SUBMISSION

COUPLE TBS X READER

RATING SMUTTY

I yawned having a little stretch, I was so tried last night after we got back from dinner I fell right to sleep, my dress and shoes where gone now thought likely Thomas took them off me and redressed me in my little nightie while I was sleeping. I nuzzled with the pillow and bundled the duvet around me so i was in my own little cocoon of softness.

"Awww hello there my pet" Thomas smiled, I opened my eye to see him sat up already having his coffee he saw me and smiled giving my nose a little kiss as it was all that poked out off the covers "Cosy?"

"Umm humm" I nodded

"You look adorable all bundled up kitten" He laughs putting his coffee down and laying down with me "Hi"

"Hi"

"can I come in?"

"No"

"No?"

"My cocoon"

"Can I share?"

"No"

"Can I come visit?"

"No"

"aww but I wanna give my kitten a kiss?"

"my cocoon"

"Please kitten?"

"Okay" I smiled he tugged her covers around him more wrapping ourselves up together our heads under the covers, our noses touching, he looked so sweet in the strange light under the covers

"Good morning" he smiled

"Good morning" I smiled giving him a kiss, he kissed back happily wrapping his arms around me tighter, I rested my own on his chest, he pulled my leg to wrap around his and he gentle stroked my thigh and ass

"You look so beautiful in the morning my pet"

"Thank you, you look very handsome too in the morning"

"Aww thank you kitten" He smiled ".... I had a very good time last night"

"I did too" I smiled

"You made me feel... very good last night kitten." He smirked caressing my skin "I thought we might have a little fun when we got home but my poor little pet was so sleepy" he cooes

"I'm sorry"

"It's okay, you where a busy girl last night" He smirked "so... would my little kitten like some sugar? would she like master to make her feel as good as she made me feel?" he suggested rubbing his thumb on my panties

"No thank you"

"No? why not? come on I wanna repay my pet for making me feel so good" He smirked "I wanna make my kitten feel good. I can use my hands or... my mouth like you did for me? or if my little pet really wants I can use my ... cock to make her feel good?"

"You know what I want master?"

"No what does my kitten want?"

"I want a bubble bath"

"A bubble bath? Alright" He smiled giving me a kiss and climbing out of bed "I'll go run you a nice bath," He smirked and headed to the bathroom, I smiled as I sat up having a good stretch and following him.

I smiled as I arrived in the impressive bathroom, the bathtub filling up with water steam already blocking out the frosted window and the mirror above the sink, Thomas stood in his boxers beside the tub watching it fill "aww hello kitten" he smirked as he saw me wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tighly to his chest giving my lips a sweet kiss, his hand on my hips and ass gently groping me as I didn't have panties below my nightie, "you pick some bubbles and anything else you would like in your fancy bath my pet" he smirked giving me a kiss and slapping my ass as he went towards the door

"What are you going to do?" I asked as I leant on the tub rim

"I'm going to get my coffee so I can finish it. Else I will go back to sleep in about an hour" he says going back to the bedroom

I giggled and had a look around I found some lovely lavender bath salts, a couple small purple bath bombs and some sweet radox bubbles as he returned with his coffee

"Beautiful kitten" he smiled giving my head a kiss "how's the temperature?"

I checked it with my hand and it was almost perfect so I nodded "good girl" he smirked turning the water off and sitting his coffee on the sink "so... Shall we have our nice bubble bath?"

"When did I say I wanted you in my bubble bath Thomas?"

"You didn't. But I know you do" he smirked playing with the straps of my nightie "strip master pet." He orders

"Yes master" I smiled gently tugging at the waist band if his boxers pulling them off him enough that they fell to the floor

"Good girl." He smirked "now I should strip my little kitten shouldn't I? Wouldn't want your pretty nightie getting all wet now would we" he smirked pulling my straps slowly and seductively off my shoulders "well wetter then she already Is" he growled letting my nightie drop leaving me naked he took in every inch of me and bit his lip hard "you look so beautiful kitten," he smirked grabbing my hips hard kissing me passionately and lustfully, one hand grabbed my ass and the other gently ran his fingers across my breasts but he pulled me closer squishing my breasts against his chest grabbing my ass one cheek to each hand groping me and squeezing me gently feeling his cock rubbing against my mound "fuck!" He gasped pulling away "kitten... I wanna fuck you. So badly pet" He growled "please, will you let me?"

"Maybe" I giggled rubbing my nose on his own

"Maybe? Yes or no kitten." He ordered "no and we'll climb in and have a nice platonic bath together. Yes and I'm raw fucking you my pretty pet against the rim of the tub so... Pick"

I waited biting my mouth innocently making a cute little deciding face until I smirked "no"

"No?" He asked "fine." He sighed "but you are really starting to fucking wind me up kitten" he warns slapping my ass hard "in. Now. Before I do fuck my little kitten"

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ren1327 · 3 years

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Hold My Heart Snippet

Ben looked over the maps in distain, trying to connect dots he couldn’t yet see. The sky was a dark shade of blue from the cold weather, further souring his mood as he sat in the bedroom area of the RV.

He rubbed his face as he heard Kenji banging around the kitchen, making him lose his concentration again.

He sighed and looked at the last little red marking on the map a few towns over.

Bumpy was so close and now she was MIA. It had been four days and he couldn’t sleep not knowing where she was.

Kenji had shrugged it off, saying she would be fine, but Ben was worried. What if someone was hunting her or trying to capture her?

He heard another loud bang of pots and pans, then the smell of smoke.

“Kenji?!” He yelled, fumbling over the maps and off the bed.

He ran out to see Kenji waving a baking sheet over the oven, smoke leaving the opened windows.

“Oh, hey, Babe.” Kenji said, moving the pan of blackened fish to the sink.

“What the hell is going on?” Ben yelled.

“Nothing much.” Kenji said with a nervous look.

“Oh my god.” Ben growled. “Can you stop messing around?”

“Sorry, Honey, you looked stressed and I thought—”

“Oh, you thought making noise and burning down the kitchen would help?” Ben snapped.

Kenji turned, holding his hand out.

“Okay, wow. Calm down, Ba—”

“Do not tell me to calm down!” Ben yelled. “Bumpy is missing and you’re just going on like its normal.”

“Ben, she can take care of herself—” Kenji started.

“Are you kidding?!” Ben yelled, face turning red. “She’s a dinosaur on the fucking mainland!”

“Ben, calm down, Honey.” Kenji murmured softly, face showing slight irritation. “Take a breath.”

“No!” He yelled. “Do you even care?!”

Kenji stared at his boyfriend in a mix of shock and anger. “Of course I do. But she knows how to survive and hide away if need be. She’s going to be fine until we find her.”

“Like I was?!” Ben yelled.

“Ben.” Kenji gasped.

“God, you are so…” Ben rubbed down his face, eyes sore from lack of sleep. “Can you not find the effort to be worried about her like you were for me?”

“Ben, we are not on Nublar anymore.” Kenji said. “And we have way more friends around to help us find her. And we will.”

“Oh!” Ben said mockingly. “I guess that’s it then! She’ll be found because you said she would be! So says King Kenji!”

“What’s your damage, Ben? This can’t just be about Bumpy!” Kenji yelled, then grabbed his own hair, then looked u, taking a breath. “You know what? You haven’t been sleeping or eating right for the last few days. Let me get you something and you can take a nice long nap. Then we’ll use our heads to find Bumpy.”

“You really haven’t changed.” Ben growled.

“What does that mean?” Kenji asked, trying to keep his voice even.

When Ben didn’t answer, Kenji growled.

“Tell me, Ben. What the hell does that mean?”

“It means you’re still the same arrogant slacker you were back on Nublar. The same person who let me fall and left me for dead!”

Kenji’s mouth snapped shut.

“And now…you’re going to abandon her just like you did me!” He continued. “It’s obvious you don’t care by how you’re just going on like nothing’s wrong! How can you be such a selfish—"

Ben swung his hand and another pan that was cooling was thrown to the floor, a familiar aroma overtaking the RV as the still warm and soft cake broke apart on the floor.

It was banana carob loaf.

The same kind they ate on his birthday. The same kind on Valentine’s. The same one they shared in that hotel room as teenagers.

“What…?”

“Happy Valentine’s Ben.” Kenji said lowly, fist clenching.

Ben felt the heat race out of him as Kenji lowered his eyes.

“Kenji—"

“I’m going to take a walk.” Kenji said. “Because I don’t want to keep talking if we’re both angry.”

He walked out, slamming the door. Ben sat on the sofa, looking at the kitchen.

And started to clean up, numb and trembling.

Ten minutes had passed before Kenji threw open the door.

“Ben!” He yelled. “Come here, quick!”

Ben dropped the still wet pan in the sink and followed his boyfriend.

Kenji grabbed his hand and dragged him after him.

“Kenji! I’m sorry—”

“Not right now, Babe.” Kenji said, Ben feeling relief at the pet name.

Kenji led him past a grove of trees to a meadow at the base of a mountain range.

He carefully helped Ben down to a creek and smiled before moving to show a footprint.

An Ankylosaur footprint.

“Is this…”

“I checked the width and depth. It matches her age range.” Kenji said and Ben covered his mouth.

“Oh my god…Kenji!” He beamed and Kenji hugged him.

“Do you want to—”

“No! No, we can start tomorrow…” Ben said and held Kenji’s jaw.

“Are you sure?” Kenji asked and hugged him close, rubbing his back.

“I think…” Ben sagged against Kenji. “I think I do need that nap…”

Kenji nodded and picked Ben up, carrying him bridal style and starting to walk back to the RV.

“I’m sorry I said those things. I was just…scared.” Ben said. “That’s no excuse to lash out at you.”

“I get it. But you have to talk to me if you get like this, Babe.” Kenji said. “I almost started throwing stuff.”

“You’re not selfish or arrogant.” Ben said. “I just…I wanted to hurt you like I was hurting.”

“That’s really messed up, Ben. But I forgive you. We should have a talk about this, but later.” Kenji said as he opened the door and walked up the steps. “Go lay down. I’ll go get some food.”

“But we’re—”

“Let me worry about that. Bed.” He said, kissing Ben’s forehead before leaving him to rest.

Ben sighed, taking off his shoes and clothes and flopping into the warm bed.

When Ben woke up, he could smell fresh strawberries and grilled chicken. He found his shoes and clothing gone, now dressed in warm pajamas and his favorite warm stockings they had got at San Diego Pride when they went on vacation last year.

Before the Lockwood Manor incident. Before the world changed and they “took a year off”. Before he and his boyfriend’s relationship was put to the real test.

He missed happy go lucky days, putting Nublar behind them and supporting each other for simple goals like college exams and internships. For lounging around Kenji’s pool while pretending to do homework instead of giving up to splash around.

Now they were living in a confined space and stressed and worried.

He knew something had to change. They had to find a way to work through their emotions and mission together. Because they were stronger together.

He moaned and sat up, seeing Kenji plating food from some take out boxes through the open curtain that separated the bedroom from the kitchen area. As if to keep a careful eye on Ben while he set up the food trays.

“Kenji?” Ben asked, head fuzzy.

“Hey, Babe.” Kenji said and sat next to him, setting the food tray over his lap where a plate of chicken fajitas, refried beans and rice sat still steaming.

“That smells amazing.” Ben said, drinking some of the iced tea set next to it and smelling citrus.

Kenji held a piece of chicken in his fingers, Ben’s stomach controlling his lips to take the offered food, chewing slowly. Kenji then held out a spoon of rice and Ben sighed happily as he ate that next.

“Gimme.” He murmured sleepily, taking the spoon and fork and eating the food. Kenji left to get them tea and his plate, sitting next to Ben and both of them eating in silence.

When Ben’s belly was full and the tea all gone, Kenji tucked him in again and Ben fell asleep with his head on Kenji’s lap.

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Posting the non-smutty scenes on tumblr for you guys. Ima tag my Valenguys in a totes platonic way tho. I have a dinner date with a cardboard cut out of John Boyega and my doggos. So!

I’d like to dedicate this to @blitzdrake, @benji-is-real, @azuremoses, @weirddemigodprincess, @blueepaladinn, @kittycole and @ranger-of-the-cretaceous, along with the Kenji/Benken/Kenjamin(I like this one)/wildcity shippers.

Some of y’all have been with me since I started creating content and some have just joined the party and your support means so much to me. I wish you all a great Valentine’s be you in a relationship, single, or like me, content with friends, family and feeding heart shaped dog biscuits to your pets while simping over Star Wars characters.

Stay Sweet, y’all!

#jwcc benji #kenben #kenjamin #wildcity #jw fanfic #camp cretaceous #jw benji #had to come back to tag again #riddlebird fanfic #nygmobblepot fanfic #camp cretaceous fanfic

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tarithenurse · 3 years

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Nightingale - 37

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC Contents: Time lapse, fluff, angst, sweetness, smuttiness/smut, feels, awkward situation. It’s a bit random this time. A/N: As usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3

Ch. 37

A few weeks have passed, and Uguïsu’s bandages have come off – at first leaving the hands raw and red but soon improving and keen to pull Kakashi close whenever there is a chance. It isn’t as often as he would like because the snow doesn’t put a stop to the missions, it merely changes the theme of them a bit as now roads have to be cleared for officials or merchants to get from one place to another. And of course the genin teams available double as guards – even highwaymen are forced to take what they can get as traffic has slowed to a near stop.

A new trend is rising this winter: randomly, spread throughout Konoha, lanterns made of perfectly shaped snowballs appear during wind-still nights, the light from the tea candles shining out between the gaps onto the crisp snow wherever they are placed. Toddlers are quick to pick up on the idea, the lumpy creations less stable than those made by the girls a few years older who carefully insert little sprigs of fir for decoration, making their creations stand out from the original maker’s.

...

Coming back from a mission, Kakashi is surprised to find both apartments empty. Uguïsu hasn’t been cleared for duty yet and despite the increasing number of acquaintances, she’s still a bit of a loner.

His blue nightingale returns in the late afternoon. Wordlessly slipping in through his window (a habit she otherwise had abandoned a few months ago), she curls up next to him on the bed where he’s reading and burrows with the head against his hip.

“What’s wrong?”

An incomprehensible grunt is the only answer. Putting the book aside, Kakashi repositions them so he can wrap his arms around her. She’s tense in his embrace, breath baited as frustration dances under her skin. After knowing her for this long, the white-haired jōnin is smarter than to keep insisting on an explanation – that has never been the way to get her to open up.

“Morino had a task for me,” the woman begins after a while.

Since she passed the exams, they had both known it might happen eventually as it’s a part of the agreement she has accepted to become a shinobi of Konohagakure. Kakashi...well, he had hoped to have been informed first even if he doesn’t have a say in it.

“They found a missing-nin in the snow as well.” The woman shudders at the thought of the season’s first storm. “All I got him to tell was the same as they already had figured out.”

A test. “Hm.” The distant sound of a dog barking can be heard. “That’s not what’s bothering you, is it?”

She shakes her head further away. “No.” There’s a pause in which the walls take on a rosy colour from the evening light. “The man was trying to spy on the genin-teams...wanted an idea of the so-called competition.”

When Uguïsu had prepared for her exams, hoping to become accepted as a shinobi on chunin level, she had been informed that once or twice a year, depending on the number of viable candidates, the hopeful genins would have to pass through three stages of the exam, competing as teams against teams, and later individually

“The exams are also a means for each country to show their strength without inciting conflict, not just a show for potential clients,” Kakashi explains.

There’s a muffled hrumph preceding the reappearance of a cute, disgruntled face. “Mhm. So apparently the exams are held for all nations’ candidates. Together. In one place.”

“Which is why we couldn’t have you partake in the official exams.” He brushes stray locks out of her face, earning a wriggle of her nose as it tickles. “I’m sure you’d beat them all, though, if you could have joined.”

Looking at him, Uguïsu arches an eyebrow. “...are you trying to distract me with a compliment?”

“Depends.” Absolutely. “Is it working?”

There’s mischief in her eyes when she reaches up to pull his mask away and softly trace his lips with a finger. “Worth a try,” she smirks.

Kakashi doesn’t have to think hard before continuing, sometimes earning an eye roll (like when he mentions the way she snores in her sleep if her nose is runny) but mostly coaxing smiles from her. By the time he’s slid further down into the bed, he considers the personal mission accomplished and revels in the sensation of the lazy kisses and her fingers dancing over the skin of his chest underneath his clothes.

If only I could...

During the months together, Uguïsu has grown more comfortable with physical closeness as long as it’s in the shape of cuddling, hand-holding, and other displays that are almost identical to platonic signs of affection. These are, the jōnin presumes, huge steps for her, and because of that he doesn’t dare move too quick even if he yearns to splay a hand over her bare belly or rest it on the thigh when they’re sitting side by side. Just the thought of getting to explore more of the woman sends his mind off in a different direction than intended.

“Hm,” her voice doesn’t quite bring Kakashi back to the present, “there you go again...”

The palm cupping his half-hard cock through the pants does, though, although he’s incapable of thinking coherently for a second or two.

“You don’t ha-” he begins.

“I know...but...can I?” Dark eyes are gazing at him through the lashes. “Please?”

It’s impossible to answer by other means than a nod even after trying to swallow the dryness in his throat away.

The caresses are hesitant, barely palpable through the fabric, and maybe that’s why Kakashi’s body responds rapidly. He lets out a sigh of relief when she pops the button and slides the zipper down to create more space, then a hiss as only the boxer briefs are in between the warm exploration and his skin.

“Wait,” he grinds out, reaching underneath the elastic to reposition the cock flat against his abdomen.

Slipping his hand out, he takes care to cover what he can out of an uncertain worry for Uguïsu’s limits – limits that are being rewritten right now and he’d be damned if he was the cause for any discomfort.

Even with the restraining layer, her hand feels perfect the way the fingers curve to fit his shaft and her thumb massages his sac testingly.

“Hnng,” the white-haired jōnin bites back a moan.

The question in her gaze as she looks up is obvious and answered by a short nod before she continues stroking the length and sending throbbing waves of delight coursing through his body. Kakashi’s mind has short-circuited but he wouldn’t have denied the advances anyways when the woman tugs at the clothes and frees his cock – he can only look in awe at the sight of her ministrations before letting his head fall back, knocking it harshly into the headboard without any of them really noticing.

“Wow,” Uguïsu breathes as his erection bobs of its own accord, powered by the rush.

My thoughts.

“How do -” she stills -”what feels good for you?”

She’s a quick learner and pleased to continue the movements on her own after he has wetted her hand with a slobbering kiss and adjusted the grip by engulfing her hand in his for a couple of strokes. A delighted giggle escapes the blue nightingale’s lips when he groans as she adds a twist when reaching the crown.

Damn. It’s perfect. Admittedly, part of the ecstasy might be fuelled by the (seemingly) endless time since anyone last touched him like this, but Kakashi can’t deny how right it feels that it’s Uguïsu rather than some one else. Lust clouds his mind and he barely has the wherewithal to prevent from thrusting into her fist as his muscles clench and balls tighten and suddenly it all becomes overwhelming just as her thumb spreads the beads of pre-cum over the tip.

“Wait! Sh-ugh!”

Despite scrambling, clasping her hand in his around the cockhead, Kakashi’s too late to stop his orgasm to barrel through his defences and concerns. Seeing white and feeling the tightening throbs, he cums with a deep groan before slumping back onto the bed.

It takes a moment before he manages to release the tight grasp, carefully prying away Uguïsu’s fingers that are coated in stickiness.

“I-I’m s-s-sorry,” her whisper is broken.

No. No don’t. “Please don’t be.” He kneels before her, capturing her gaze. “You did nothing wrong. I should be the one to apologize for -”cutting off, he looks at the mess of their hands -”just...wait a second and I’ll get something to clean it off.”

Somehow, despite wobbly knees, he manages to rush to the bathroom where he washes his hands haphazardly before finding a washcloth and lathering it with soapy water.

Uguïsu is sitting exactly as he’d left her, staring with huge eyes at her hand.

“I’m sorry,” Kakashi whispers as he sets to cleaning the mess away gently, “I should have thought further. Don’t feel bad, please...it’s my fault ‘cause I should’ve known it’d be too good and it was and then -”

“You...” she interrupts meekly, “it was good?”

Huh? “Well...yes, that’s why...”

A shy smile begins to spread across her face, making the jōnin's heart begin to race all over again. “Wow...I did...I made you...”

That’s when it clicks. Bittersweet understanding floods his brain as her words echo for him only. This is her having a glimmer of control over anything sexual...for the first time. And he knows deep down that if ever he gets to stand face to face with Orochimaru then he won’t hold back, he’ll make the monster suffer for all the wrongs committed against this girl.

“Yeah, and I liked it. Okay?”

Uguïsu’s smile is broad and almost swallows her eyes. “Cool. Can I try again?”

Huh?! “If you want to, yeah. But only if you like it ‘cause you should only do these sort of things if it feels right to you.”

Well, he knows that she likes kissing, so he has no complains when their lips crash together and she pushes him back against the pillow. He does have to stop her hand as she begins to caress his semi-limp cock, though, and explain that at least a bit of a recovery period might be necessary for him.

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smile like sunshine iii

Monday: ~7k words

summary: After some family drama being revealed last night and a rude awakening this morning, the last thing you wanted was to spend the day stuck with your family, and Mat has the best solution for that. You run off to be alone together, reminiscing back to the summer of 2008 and each of you trying to understand and control these strange, emerging feelings.

an: Sorry it took so much longer, I appreciate your patience! Honestly not even sure if this chapter has a plot, it’s just slow burn and mutual pining at this point. Things are starting to heat up so there’s a warning for some smutty thoughts ahead ;)

It’s the summer of ‘19, eleven years after you first met Mat Barzal, and things are bound to be a little different this time around.

Usually, the first night at the beach was so refreshing after running around like carefree children in the sun the whole day, but falling asleep last night had been no easy task, not with your heart racing and your mind circling around different scenarios- both real and fake- of you and Mat. Already, all the near kisses and comfortable, lingering touches with him throughout the previous day had you feeling butterflies, nervous, and giddy, and longing around him. And after on and off sleep all night, you wanted nothing more than to lie in bed for a bit longer and fantasize, but there was one thing dampening your hopeless romantic mood.

The yelling.

There was a reason you wanted Mat to come with you on this trip. It was the same reason you approached him the first day you met, the same thing that had you thinking back to him years and years afterward. The arguing, the fighting, the tension in the house, the way you'd always end up on your own. Both of your siblings had texted you early this morning, saying they were heading out to their friend’s places, friends the three of you had made after repeated years of coming here, so you were on your own until Mat woke up.

You were at the beach, for fuck’s sake, why couldn’t your parents just hold it together? You threw the pillow over your head and groaned, just trying to drown out the noise of your parents fighting in the other room. Over what- you had no idea, and they probably didn’t know either. Well, they lasted a good 24 hours without fighting, you’d give them that.

There was a small knock on your door, and when you could do nothing but groan in response, it cracked open slightly. “(Y/N)?” Mat poked his head in, hair still soft and messy from sleep, speaking gently, carefully. “Can I come in?” He saw a nod from you and sent you a soft smile. Any other time, you would marvel at how cute and soft Mat looked right after waking up, but you weren’t in the mood for that right now. He closed the door quietly behind him and sat on the edge of your bed in silence. You knew he was here to comfort you, but you didn’t feel so comfortable when you could still hear the arguing in the other room.

Mat’s heart was aching for you. He could see how much it was hurting you to hear your parents yelling, and wanted nothing more than to hold you against him and kiss your cheeks and tell you everything would be okay. He wasn’t going to put himself into your family drama, but part of him was so, so angry at your parents for not being able to hold it together for you and your siblings. He wasn’t quite sure how to help, but he let his hand fall to your leg and rub comfortingly, and as he caught a glimpse of the beautiful scenery outside the window, he knew what you needed. “Want to head outside?”

“Please.”

It was beautiful outside, stuck in that early morning haze where it was all misty and blue and the first glimpses of soft yellow sunlight were only peaking ever so shyly over where the sun hid beneath the horizon, not yet sure if it wanted to rise or not. Waves crashed against the ever-changing shoreline, coming all the way up to lap your ankles at times. You were walking barefoot in the wet sand with Mat, toes sinking in and leaving little prints behind you. His arm was laid across your shoulders, pulling you against his side so that his cologne filled your nose. His T-shirt was all wrinkly and looked like he slept in it, and his exposed arms and legs were already looking all tan and golden even in the dim lighting of the morning. As much as you loved the comforting silence, he must be wondering. “So now you probably get why I wanted to bring someone along on this trip.”

“Yeah.”

There was a second of mutual sighing before you decided to continue.

“They’re great, ya know? I love them, I love my whole family… but separately. Not together. I hate it when they’re together. Does that make me shitty?”

“No, of course not.” He squeezed you closer into his side, tilting his chin down to rest against the top of your head, wanting nothing more than for you to smile again. “You still love them, and I can see how much it hurts to deal with that. I get why you didn’t want to be alone on this trip.”

“I’m used to it. Whenever they’re together this happens. Every year. And we all just… split up and go to our separate friend’s houses. That’s where my siblings are now, and where they’ll probably be all day.”

He was silent for a few more moments before stopping in his tracks so he could properly focus on you, hands smoothing from your shoulders down, down your arms. You gave him a weak smile, but he noticed the tears gathering in your eyes and sighed and sucked up all his courage to pull you against him, arms squeezing around you tightly and chin dropping to your head. “I can’t believe you have to put up with that every year. That’s so shitty. I can’t imagine how it feels.” He knew you probably didn’t want any pity, but he truly, truly felt so hurt for you. “I’m sorry.” There was an excruciatingly long moment where you did absolutely nothing- and Mat worried you were about to push him away- before you wrapped your own arms around him and squeezed back.

“Thanks for being here.”

“Of course.” He stayed still for a moment, just breathing against you and reveling in the feeling of your body pressed against his again like that morning you cuddled in the motel- of course, you had no recollection of that, but it was easily one of his favorite parts of this trip. So far. He was contemplating leaning down to brush his lips against your forehead- Would that be too much? Not platonic enough? She’ll hate me for it. Or she might love it- when you uncurled your arms from his waist. He let go on your cue, not wanting to make it awkward, even though it had already dragged on much too long for just friends.

He stepped back, trying to pretend he hadn’t just been thinking of kissing you, already feeling like this day- this week- was going to be magical, even if you came out still just friends. “So, it’s just us today, huh?”

“It’s just us.”

“Great. Well, I might have an idea…” He paused to think for a moment as if he hadn’t already fantasized and planned this in his head all night. “I know we only have your family’s car here, so I was thinking we could walk to this car rental place I saw nearby and get our own for the week and maybe go someplace further up the beach to be alone.” It sounded truly magical, getting to go out alone with Mat, get away from your family, and just get lost in him- the real him, and not the memory you had been holding on to and reminiscing about for years. But, unfortunately, it just wasn’t realistic.

“There’s no way I can afford to rent a car for the week.”

“I’ll pay.”

“No, Mat, I can’t let you pay for that.”

“Why not? I mean, I have the money. And it was my plan anyway.” He could see how much you wanted to fight for this, but also knew that you wanted nothing more than to get away, so he smiled and wrapped his arm over your shoulders again. “Consider it an early birthday present.”

“I thought the outfit was my early birthday present?” You seemed almost offended that he was spoiling you so badly, and it was kinda cute.

“There’s plenty more to come, (Y/N).” You smiled, biting your lip in that way you did when you were excited, and Mat couldn’t help but smile back. “Speaking of presents...” You saw him reach into his pocket out of the corner of your eye but thought nothing of it until he was reaching out a closed fist to give something to you. His hand hovered over top of yours for a moment, his eyes locking with yours, but you were too lost in the swirls of honey and green of his eyes and the warmth of his hand to notice the mischievous sparkle and the smirk on his face. His hand opened above yours.

“Ew! What the hell?!”

You may have reacted a little dramatically, shrieking shortly and jumping against Mat’s body as you tossed the dead crab to the ground in disgust, but you couldn’t help it. A dead crab??? That was so gross. You wanted to yell at him for ruining what was a really sweet moment, but hearing Mat howl with laughter beside you was like heaven. As you watched him cackle, bent at the waist with tears in his eyes, you caught a faint waft of deja vu. He had done the same thing to you repeatedly when you were younger when you were more gullible. His smile, his laugh, the early morning sunlight reflecting off his skin: this was exactly like eleven years ago when you were childish carefree and friendly. When you were best friends.

When you didn’t have to worry about being attracted to him.

Embarrassed by how easily you fell for that, and how you had been gazing into his eyes only moments earlier, you punched his shoulder. “Mathew Barzal!!! Are you still eleven?!”

“Are you? I can’t believe you still fell for it!”

“Shut up! You know I hate those!”

“Obviously.” he caught a glimpse of the smile on your face and knew you really couldn’t be mad at him. He mimicked your reaction with drama and fell into a new fit of giggles.

“I’m never going to trust you again.”

“We’ll see about that.”

You couldn’t help but smile, no matter how much you wanted to continue scolding him. Yeah, you would still trust him, and you’d probably fall for anything he tried. “You’re so stupid, Mat.”

“Maybe,” he continued laughing and pulled you against him to continue your walk down the beach. “But you know you love me anyway.”

You have no idea.

It was crazy that you were here with him- Mat Barzal, your childhood friend and NHL All Star- after eleven years. It was crazier that so much of his character hadn’t changed at all since he was young, the humor, the mischief, the childishness. Crazier than both of those things, though, was how quickly and easily you were falling in love with your best friend.

Mat was right, your trek to the car rental place was only about five minutes, five minutes of walking in the warm morning sun with Mat’s arm around your shoulder, and after some paperwork and licenses showed, you and Mat were choosing a car for the week. Originally, there would have been no way for you and Mat to escape- you’d all traveled together, crowded into the family SUV, and you know your parents would never give you the keys, and even if they did, it would be really inconvenient if you and Mat left and they needed to go somewhere. Now, it was liberating, freeing, knowing that you could go places on your own. And after all the work was done, Mat immediately gravitated towards a certain car that caught his eye.

“Oooh, what about this?” It was a classic- maybe 70’s- a powder blue convertible, sleek and long, the type of car you could imagine your parents sneaking away with, sipping milkshakes in and making out in the backseat in their teens. Despite its age, it seemed to be recently updated to include some sort of Bluetooth add-on on the dash so you could listen to your summer playlist.

“Wow, that’s, like…” Amazing? Something of your hopeless romantic fantasies? Absolutely. “It really doesn’t seem like your type, Mat.” You tried to stay realistic, but the hopeful smile on your face gave it away, and Mat leaned in closer, running a hand across the finish.

“Wouldn’t it be so cool? Like an old movie. Imagine driving down the coastline, blasting music, all warm in the sun, with the wind in our hair….” holding hands across the console, hands sliding up each other’s thighs, pulling over to lay on the hood under the stars, making out with each other desperately in the back seat….

“Okay, you make a pretty compelling argument.”

“So this is the one?”

“Let’s do it, Barzy!”

You had never, ever in your life, felt as free as you were now: flying down the empty coastline highway with Mat, wind in your hair and smiles on your face as you sang along with him to your summer playlist, searching for a place to pull over and run to the water. You sat in the passenger seat, sipping on a fruity smoothie you had convinced Mat to pull over for and laughing and smiling and feeling absolutely free. Liberated. You had the entire day with Mat, only Mat, nobody else. Nothing could touch you out here- none of your parent’s fights could get to you, no responsibilities could plague your mind right now- no, nothing could touch you but the sun. And you knew the sun would never betray you.

Speaking of the sun, Mat was behind the wheel, laughing with that beautiful, gleaming grin, his smile flooding warmth through your body just like the sunshine was warming your skin. You were flying down this empty straightaway, laughing and squealing as Mat sped up, trying to see how fast the two of you could go. His hair had grown out a little bit since the season ended, and was blowing back out of his face, looking so soft and just begging you to touch it- and you had to physically restrain yourself from reaching over to glide your fingers through the dark locks.

“Mat, turn it up!” You squealed in joy and threw your hands up into the air as your favorite song came on. Mat glanced over at you with a laugh, his eyes gleaming behind dark sunglasses.

“This is the life, isn’t it?”

It didn’t take long for the road to open off into a little rest stop: a parking lot and public changing room settled between the road and a wide, empty beach. There was nobody around, just you, Mat, and the ocean. The moment Mat had put the car in park, you were jumping out, grabbing your bag of swimsuits, sunscreen, and miscellaneous hygiene products out of the backseat.

“Shit, look at this view.” Mat was right. From where you stood in the cemented parking lot, a sandy hill sloped downwards for a bit only to flatten out onto the beach and open up to the wide expanse of ocean in front of you. Mat ran his hand through his hair, smoothing it back behind his ears after the breeze had pushed it out of place. He was wearing the shirt you’d convinced him to buy, the color really making the hints of green in his eyes pop, and the top few buttons were undone, revealing golden collarbones and more below.

“It’s pretty.“ You watched, awestruck, as Mat stretched, bringing his arms high above his head, and lifting the end of his shirt list to reveal the indents of his hipbones disappearing down into his shorts. Oh, fuck. You had to get out of here before he drove you insane. “I’m gonna go change, Mat. Take the paddleboards down to the beach a while, ‘kay?”

“You got it.”

You rushed to the changing room, momentarily cringing and wondering when the last time it was deep cleaned was, and caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were sunkissed and flushed red hot, obviously visibly affected by Mat. God, these feelings you had for him… were they just physical attraction, or were they actually more? He was just so hot. But he was also so good to you. He cared for you, and took you away when it was becoming too much, he was always your distraction when life was too overwhelming.

Mat was really gonna be the death of you.

You quickly changed into your favorite bikini, ignoring the twinge of self-consciousness. “Alright, girl.” You looked at yourself in the mirror, psyching yourself up. “Just you and Mat today. Control yourself. He’s your friend. You can’t keep daydreaming about him and undressing him in your mind.”

As you opened the door, your bag slung over your shoulder, you were stopped in your tracks as you saw Mat down on the beach, shirtless and golden, rubbing sunscreen on himself. And you knew then that the little speech you gave wasn’t going to be enough to get you through this week. It wasn’t hard to mentally undress him when there was only one piece of fabric keeping you from knowing what laid between his hips and thighs. Who knew what was under there, right? Look away, look away, don’t stare, don’t stare.

You tried your hardest to push it out of your mind.

“You need some help there?”

He turned around in the middle of trying- and failing- to reach a certain spot on his back. “Are you offering?” He’s wearing that sly smirk on his face, and your knees almost shake at the look he gives you.

“Nevermind, I’m sure you can reach it yourself.”

“Wow,” Mat feigned a hurt expression. “I can’t believe you’d let me burn. What a friend you are.”

“Alright, you dummy. Only if you help me, too.” He hands you the sunscreen and turns around so you have access to his back- his golden, toned back. You try to ignore how warm and smooth and taut his skin felt under your palms as you smoothed the cream over him. And Mat was holding his breath, trying his hardest to ignore the gentle movements of your small hands, rising across his back and up over his shoulders. “There, that should be good.”

Mat turned, skin gleaming in the sunlight. “Let me help you now.” You couldn’t believe this was actually happening- the classic, cliche rubbing sunscreen on each other’s backs, and you almost fell apart when his big hands rubbed over your shoulders, down your back. His hands were so big but so soft and gentle against your shoulders. “That’s a pretty small bikini. Aren’t you worried it’s gonna come off in the water?”

You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you or if he was genuinely worried, but you shook off the feeling that he could be looking you up and down any second. You were friends. He doesn’t look at you like that. “I’m just trying to tan today.”

“You’re not gonna come out to the water with me?” He was pouting. This 22-year-old man was pouting because he thought he’d have to play in the water by himself.

“Mat, you’re such a big baby. I’ll be in the water. Just not in the water.”

“What do you mean?” He seemed confused at first but lit up with a smile when you lifted the paddleboard.

“Come on, Barzy, let’s hit the waves.”

You waded out into the ocean together, shrieking and laughing when the water splashed up to your thighs, cold against your warm skin. One part of the beach curled in almost a hook shape, creating a little pocket of the ocean with very little waves, too deep for you to just stand in but smooth and steady, the perfect place to just lay back and relax without being interrupted by crashing waves. Mat was quick to dive in and swim around, not minding how cold it was, but you were trying not to get your hair wet. Not yet, at least. You wanted to lay back and soak up the sun, maybe daydream about Mat for a while.

Oh, daydream you did, and it was embarrassing how hot and bothered it was making you just watching Mat.

He had spent a while swimming around you in circles, and you had certainly enjoyed watching the way the water rippled over his back as he moved, the way his muscles flexed and stretched and the way his skin glowed in the sun, the way that every now and then he would throw his head back so you could see every breath in his throat as he ran a hand through his dripping hair. “Mat, it looks like you’re tanning already.”

He laughed, taking on a teasing voice. “Were you watching me?”

“Maybe I was.”

He turned to where you were laying on your stomach in that tiny little bikini, eyeing him up and down behind those dark sunglasses. “Oh, yeah?” He floated on over, letting his eyes glance across you as well. He couldn’t help the heat that curled through him as his eyes dragged over your skin: the smile on your lips, the way your legs were swinging playfully in the air, the curve from the small of your back to... He swung his arm towards you and playfully sprayed you with seawater, causing you to shriek and cover yourself up from his attacks.

“Mat, that’s cold! Stop!” You splashed water back at him, spraying him right across the face, but nothing could wipe that beautiful grin away. Damn him, he was too cute.

He grinned crookedly in a way that you knew- you just knew- that he was planning something. He crossed his arms on top of your paddleboard and leaned in, his wet hair falling over his eyes and dripping onto your arm. “Better get used to it, you’re coming in!” He put his hands on the side, tipping it dangerously close to flipping. Oh no, no, no, as hot as his smirk was, the last thing you needed right now was to be wet and up close to his body.

“Mathew Barzal, I swear to god, do not flip this board!”

“Too late.” He rocked you back and forth daringly, a smile splitting across his face and making it impossible to not smile back. He had such a dumb effect on you, he could always make you smile, no matter how you were feeling or what was about to happen. And then you were splashing into the water next to him, grabbing frantically at anything that would keep you from drowning. Of course, the first and only thing your hands could contact was Mat’s smooth, slick skin. Your arms wrapped around his bare sides as you came to the surface, rubbing the saltwater out of your eyes and gasping.

Mat was laughing, the loud, beautiful cackles that would sound obnoxious and annoying if they were coming from anyone other than him. They reverberated through his body and into yours, soaking you to the bone with happiness. He was practically vibrating against you, and you would’ve laughed too if you hadn’t just been pushed into the water.

“Mat!” You slapped his shoulder and he struggled to control his giggles. “This isn’t funny! I could’ve drowned!”

“Nah, you couldn’t have.” He squeezed you where he had one arm wrapped around your waist and the other on the paddleboard to keep the two of you afloat. His arm was big and firm and secure yet gentle. “I’ve got you, see?”

Yeah, he got you, alright. His big hand was on the curve of your waist, your legs were tangled around his, you were pressed chest to chest, feeling every little giggle and breath from him, and your hands were gripping at his shoulders. You tried to ignore the feeling of his toned abdomen up against you, pretend as if it didn’t spark something hot and inappropriate in you. And maybe it was just the way you were holding onto each other for dear life or the way your bodies seemed to mold together perfectly, wet and shivering, but something was drawing you towards his lips.

Mat wanted to stay like this forever, locked in a right embrace with you, floating weightlessly out in the ocean. You had your arms in a vice grip around him, pressing your wet chest against his. He knew you didn’t mean this in a sexy way and he definitely wasn’t supposed to be thinking like this, but damn- being almost naked and having your wet body, soft and smooth and warm, up against his- who wouldn’t be getting turned on? He was gonna savor it. But when he caught himself focusing on the way your lips were puckered into a little pout, he knew he had to put out the fire building up in his stomach.

“Your hair is a mess.” Mat reached a hand up and pushed aside the wet locks of hair that were sticking to your face, tucking them behind your ear delicately.

You splashed him with water, making sure to target his own hair. “Oh, I wonder who’s fault that is?”

“Woops.” Mat laughed again, squeezing you as he did so and moving around with you in his arms.

You continued to splash and swim and play with Mat until he seemed to finally be worn out, and the two of you decided to lay on your boards for a while to rest and dry off under the sun.

Mat was lying next to you on his own paddleboard, his dark hair air-drying all fluffy and haloing around his head, and arm thrown over his face to block out the sun. Seeing as his eyes were covered, you couldn’t help but glance over and check him out, watching his bare chest rise and fall with each breath. You let your gaze travel shamelessly down his golden, toned chest and ribs and abdomen to where that V shape was disappearing into his shorts, and you just knew your mind was going to wander to the immaculate layout of his stretched out body when you were alone in bed tonight.

God, he was so attractive.

This isn’t love, this isn’t even a crush, you had to tell yourself over and over. You’re just attracted to him, like millions of other girls out there. He’s attractive, he has charm and humor, and good looks, that doesn’t mean you love him. It was taking everything in you to hold yourself back from jumping into fantasies of the two of you together- you wanted to hold his hand, kiss him, hug him, cuddle him, call him “baby”. But that’s only because he’s hot, (Y/N). Really, why else would you think of these things? Maybe because he had always been the one you relied on to distract you, even when he wasn’t physically there. He cared about you, he always put you first, he remembered your summer together after ten years apart. And he took you away when your family became too much.

“Mat?” He hummed in response and looked over. “I’m sorry you have to deal with my family’s shit. We’re only a day in and they’re already fighting”

“It’s fine. I’m here to distract you from that, remember?”

“Thanks.” You went back to laying in silence and thinking. Thinking about how crazy it was to be here, to be with each other again. “You know, the only reason we ever met in the first place was because my parent’s marriage was falling apart.” You glanced over at Mat to find him propped up on one elbow, his toned upper body turned towards you. “I never would’ve approached you as a kid if I wasn’t just… so desperate for a friend. For anyone to hang out with.”

“Shit,” he sighed, pushing some hair back behind his ear. “I’m sorry we had to meet under such bad circumstances.”

“Don’t be. If my parents falling out of love caused me to meet you, I can deal with it.”

He laughed, “You’re only saying that ‘cause I’m a star.”

“You have no idea how wrong you are, Maty.” He smiled at you and butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“Yeah, our story’s pretty great, don’t you think?” He sighed, soft and thoughtful as if he was contemplating something and flattened down onto his back again, crossing his arms behind his head. “It’s weird. We only reconnected last year but I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. Or for the past eleven years, at least.”

Your heart almost burst out of your chest with Mat’s words. Yeah, you did feel like you’ve known him all your life. You broke your eyes away from his and focused your gaze and the sky, finding it easier to spill your heart when you weren’t looking at him. “At that game, the night I found you, it was so crazy. When I heard your name I just… felt like it had to be you. I was trying to put the pieces together but I just couldn’t imagine that it was actually you. And my friend got me to look up some pictures, and I just… I can’t even describe how it felt.”

“It probably felt the same as when I saw you in the bar.” Mat couldn’t help but think back to that night. He had been at the bar, on his phone when some pretty girl caught his attention. “You really made it to the NHL, huh?” He didn’t know what this girl meant, and those words rang in his ears for a few long seconds, but there was something about her… the way she carried herself, the nervousness in her voice. Before he could figure it out though, she was rambling, how sorry she was, how he must not remember her, “the summer of ‘08?” And then he knew it was her.

“Did you recognize me?”

“Well…” Mat shrugged sheepishly. “Not at first, honestly. But I knew there was something familiar.”

“It was your smile that did it for me.”

“What?”

“I was looking through pictures, and I wasn’t sure if it was actually you or not. I mean, you’ve obviously changed since you were eleven years old. But when I saw a picture of you smiling, I knew. Your smile hasn’t changed a bit.” Mat’s heart pounded, ached, in his chest. Wow. He looked over again and caught your gaze, making note of your red cheeks.

God, he was so in love with you.

“Did you ever think about it, Mat?” Because hell, I thought about you constantly. “About that summer?”

“Of course I did. I mean, I did get a lot busier, but every now and then something would remind me. Summers weren’t the same after that.”

It was so strange to know that all these years you were thinking back to that childhood summer together, Mat Barzal had also been thinking about you. “You know, I was so scared to approach you. I’m glad I did. You’re just as cool as you were when we were children.”

“You’re pretty cool too.”

You laid in silence again, pleased with the little conversation you had just had, and stretched out in the sun, finally completely dry again. Mat watched as you stretched out, moving your hips a little bit and extending your legs, and had to look away to keep his composure. If only you knew what you could do to him.

“We should probably go get something for lunch, yeah?”

“Yeah, let’s head back.”

The next few hours passed in a blur of warm sunshine and joyous laughter and pictures of Mat- just Mat. Mat’s skin, his arm around your shoulder, his skin touching yours, his hair drying all fluffy and soft and dark in the sunlight. And as you flew down the empty road again, smoothies in your hand and greasy takeout food secured between you and Mat, you couldn’t help but take out your camera and snap some pictures of him sitting beside you, his hair blowing back and a smile on his face. You wanted to document this entire week. You wanted to remember this day forever.

Hours later, with full stomachs tired bodies and warm hearts, you settled back with Mat against the hood of the car as the sun began to set in the background. It was cooling off a bit, so he had thrown on his Hawaiian shirt again but opted to keep it unbuttoned. You sat next to him, fiddling with pieces of string and little shells that you were trying to make into a bracelet.

“Mat, if I made you a bracelet, would you wear it?”

He glanced up from his phone, where he was trying to take a photo of the moon beginning to rise over ocean, and let out a short laugh when he saw your work. “Of course.”

“Even after this week? When we’re back in New York?” He hesitated a moment and you laughed. “Come on, it’s not gonna look that bad.”

“No, but, I don’t know... You can’t just make me jewelry. People will think we’re dating or something.” As much as Mat wanted that to be a reality- as much as he wanted to wear that bracelet for you and hold you and kiss you and tell you how much he loved you and have you to himself- he knew it wouldn’t do him any good to constantly have a reminder on his wrist of how he fell in love with his best friend and couldn’t be with her.

“Friendship bracelets?”

Friendship. Friendship. But he pushed a smile onto his face. There’s no way he could say no to you. “Yeah, sure.”

“Great. Let me measure you then.” You leaned over, taking his wrist in your hands and wrapped the string around his wrist. Mat tried to ignore the way his heart jumped at just the feeling of your fingertips on his wrist. It wasn’t even romantic, it wasn’t even cute, but it was you, and you were touching him. Sometimes he hated his body, how it would react so strongly to the simplest things you did as if he was still a teenage boy in the midst of puberty who couldn’t control himself.

He watched, mesmerized out of the corner of his eye as you focused on braiding little shells onto the string, the ocean in front of them forgotten. You had no idea what you did to him. You got tired of working on the bracelet soon, setting it aside and laying back next to Mat, smiling up at the stars that were only beginning to peek out from the fading blue of the sky. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening- you were laying on the hood of a car next to your childhood best friend, the center of your attention, NHL All-Star Mathew Barzal. But none of the titles mattered when you were together. When you were together, he was just Mat. Your Mat.

“My friends can’t believe I’m on vacation with you right now.”

“Oh yeah? Am I the coolest person you’ve met on vacation?”

“I’d say yes, but I don’t want to inflate that ego of yours.” You knew he was joking, though. He wasn’t one to brag, or to boast about his accomplishments, which was refreshing to see in a professional athlete, and you weren’t expecting that when you first approached him. “Actually, I met a pretty cool guy here a few years ago. I was sixteen, and he could drive already. He might be the coolest guy I ever met.”

“Ooh, a summer romance. Sounds dreamy.” He couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy and sarcasm in his words.

“Shut up, Mat.” You laughed as he rolled his eyes next to you. "You know, I kinda wish we would've been older when we met. Like, in our teens."

“Oh yeah? Why?”

You could have told him. Told him you wanted to hold him, kiss him, lose yourself in him, and see what would’ve happened had you been teenagers that summer. But you shouldn’t. You couldn’t. “I don’t know. We would’ve had more freedom, I guess. We wouldn’t have to be hanging around our parents all the time. I just wonder what would’ve been different.”

There were a few silent moments while Mat processed what you said, gazing up at the stars above and thinking it over and over in his head. Was he overthinking? Fuck it, maybe he was, who cares? He rolled onto his side, propping himself up with an arm, the metal cool against his sun-warmed skin, and caught your gaze, searching, questions evident in his eyes. “I think I have a few ideas.” Before you could ask what he meant, he was leaning in. Your mind went hazy, unable to process the moment: your faces were close, much too close for friends, his fingers were grazing across your jaw and his lips looked so, so soft all of a sudden as he stayed there, inches from your face, waiting, your cheek encased in the warmth of his palm.

He was waiting on your cue. Waiting for you to do anything. Don’t leave me hangin’ here, babe.

You could practically hear your own heartbeat by the time you rolled onto your back. No, no, you read it all wrong. He’s not trying to kiss you. You were friends. He was leaning in to hear you better. Stupid hopeless romantic brain trying to find love where there is none. “Yeah, if we were older when we met, we would’ve at least tried to stay in touch with each other.”

“Yeah, we would’ve.” Mat rolled back over, staring up into the stars with burning cheeks and a pounding heart, hoping you didn’t realize what he was trying to do there. Rather have you unaware than rejecting him, right?

“Mat, remember when we used to mess with crabs?”

“And you were super scared of them?” He laughed as you shook your head, trying to ignore the embarrassment creeping in. “Yeah, of course, I remember.”

“Wanna go recreate that memory?”

“Oh, for sure.”

So you headed down onto the beach, barefoot and way too close to each other, with nothing but your phones as flashlights in your hands.

The first time you did this together was 2008. You and Mat had snuck away from where your parents were talking together on the porch and made your way down to the beach quietly. “Shh, we can’t let them know we’re leaving.” He had whispered to you with a little smirk. You were both only ten or eleven, but already Mat had you wrapped around his finger. You followed him, holding his hand, as he led you down to the beach and announced you were going to look for crabs- the ones your parents had told you not to go near. And you looked and looked and looked, and soon you found one. It wasn’t impressive, but to your young minds, it was huge and dangerous.

You remember daring Mat to touch it, but as he got closer and closer you began worrying and begging him to stop, to the point of tears. “It’s fine” he convinced you “It’s really not that scary.” But as he approached it, it ran off in your direction, causing you to jump and screech in fear. That was the first time Mat had to console you, rushing to hush you before your parents came and found the two of you. He hugged you and promised to scare away the crabs. And that was the first time he hugged you.

The first of many.

“Woah, look at the size of this guy!” And now it was 2019, eleven years later, and Mat was the same, always there to console you and save you, even if he was the one to cause your distress. “I’m gonna touch him.”

“Mat, that’s a bad idea. What if you get pinched?”

“I won’t.”

“Famous last words, Mat…” Of course, the more you told him not to, the more he wanted to do it. Before you could stop him, he was already approaching it, crouching down and grabbing it between his fingers. “Mat! Don’t do that!”

He stood up with it in his hands, smirking and coming closer to you. The crab was flailing its big claw around and snapping, and you knew it would attack anything in reach. “Wanna touch him?”

“No! Absolutely not!”

“You sure?”

“Mat, if you bring that thing any closer to me I’m gonna punch you. Put it down!”

You saw the grin shit-eating grin on his face and rethought your words. Before you could clarify yourself, Mat was shrugging. “If you say so.” And the moment it was back in the sand, it was running towards you, and, though you tried to keep your composure in front of Mat, you couldn’t help but jump and squeal in fear. That had Mat bending over at the waist, cackling and wheezing at your reaction.

“Mat, shut up!” But the more flustered you got, the more he giggled.

“Ah, don’t worry, I’ll protect you from them!” And he pulled you into his side, his arm fitting perfectly around your waist, tucking you against him and holding you firm, his laughs vibrating through your body and making you smile once again.

“You’re a dick.” But the smile on your face said otherwise, and Mat knew.

“And you’re still scared of crabs.” He laughed again and poked your side, teasing, gentle. “Some things never change, huh?”

That’s true- you both knew it. Some things never change. Like how Mat still loved to tease and poke fun at you, after all these years. How he was still the one you fell on when you needed something. Or how he still wants nothing more than to help you and keep you safe. And you still had Mat wrapped around your finger.

But some things do change.

Standing here in Mat’s arms with his giggles washing over you, the moon rising above you over the ocean, you knew. Things had changed. You had grown, matured, and so had he. And so had your feelings.

You’re not just friends anymore.

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