#I've written so many fucking words already and I'm not throwing them away

[noonaishere]

Not me absolutely revolutionizing the Paint Cup by shaking my Posca so hard it flung paint into my drink. Truly trying to emulate the y/n lifestyle.

Also, I think my marker might be breaking.

Anygay, I finally quit my job and I have time to do things again (I’ll have a part time job in a couple weeks, so please don’t be worried), and one of those things is writinggggggg. Not just fics, I’ll also be moving towards original fiction which I will be posting in a serialized way on Not Tumblr (and also, having a Patreon for it because I Too enjoy doing things like “being able to eat,” and “providing for myself,” and my Big Dream is being able to move back to Scotland and become a permanent resident so I can do cool things like “have healthcare without being forced to have a job I hate” and “be able to get around without needing a car”).

But in between all the toxic workplace behavior, squirrels in my office, and the kind of STRESS that makes me develop a muscle twitch (because I am not allowed to know peace at any hour of the day apparently), I have been working on the next fic. It’s a double fic inspired by one of you, my lovely readers, and it’s... halfway done with the first draft?

It feels really embarrassing to say that I started it in April.

Originally I wanted to start releasing it at the end of June/beginning of July, but because of the whole Shit Life Syndrome thing of hating one’s job and not being able to find any energy to do anything after doing something you don’t care about/actively hate for too many hours a day... yeah. I added like... (pardon me while I check...) 40k words to it during July Camp Nano, but then I had to prepare my job for me not being there to do it anymore (since I had to schedule people and email about hours and whatnot... I left it like half finished since I hadn’t heard back from two people so like... hope they’re having fun with that. Not my fault.)

Anyway, I’ve been cleaning up my surroundings and trying to get things in my living space organized since I didn’t have time when I was at work all day, and I know it’s parrrrrrtly procrastinating... but once can find my belt wherever it is in the bottom of my closet and all my shit is organized, it’s over for you bitches.

Though, it’ll still take a bit longer for the fic to be posted because I have to edit it and make the text screencaps and make the new banner and fix the masterlist and do all the What Not, so it’ll still be a couple months maybe.

I wanted to thank everyone who’s been reading the fic and following and stuff, those of you who’ve stuck around and those of you who just showed up - hello to you both! 👋😊 - I will be posting more in the future lol.

#I mean I have to post more #I've written so many fucking words already and I'm not throwing them away #anyway #it'll be an ateez double fic #a y/n/san and a noty/n/yunho #I'll explain more when it comes time to post lol #omg there's paint spatters on the table and computer as well #idk how I didn't notice at first #I drank the part of the drink that didn't have paint in it and dumped the rest out #blech 😖 #annnnnnnnyway: see you in a bit kitty cats 😉 #thanks for sticking around #also: I want to add my old masterlist to this one #it has a teenwolf fic; a loki fic; and an unfinished riverdale fic; but fuck it #they're all my fics #they should all be in one masterlist lol

[persephonewritessometimes]

Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader

Where after months ( cuz shes new n young working there)they cant také anymore their attraction to each other.

Key sentences: Hotch: I’m old enough to be your father. R: Should I call you Daddy then?

Smut n fluff

Please

Author's Note: oooo thank you for this request anon!! thinking many thoughts, head very full

Summary: It's no secret that you have a thing for your boss - a man 25 years your senior. What happens when he reveals he has feelings for you too?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 5108 (i got carried away hehe)

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! UNDER 18? PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING! SMUT; DADDY KINK; SIR KINK; OVERSTIMULATION; MULTIPLE ORGASMS; UNPROTECTED P IN V (don't be like them y'all, stay safe); DOM!HOTCH, SUB!READER; READER IS HORNY; FINGERING; ORAL (F RECEIVING) reader gets distracted by Hotch's hands, pining, confession of feelings, reader blacks out from cumming really hard; Hotch calls reader "good girl, princess, baby"; Morgan is a cheeky bastard (as per usual)

This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

“Y/N, you're staring, again," Morgan says with a chuckle and I quickly find somewhere else to look that isn't our section chief. Which I was definitely not having rated-R thoughts about.

"Shut up, Morgan," I mutter.

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" I turn and stare at him now, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Sure, why don't I just tell a much older man that every time I look at him, I feel weak in the knees and sweaty? That would really go over well." I say, sarcastically.

"We're getting tired of watching you eye-fuck him, Y/N." Emily sighs, jumping into the conversation.

"It's getting kind of pathetic at this point," Morgan adds and I smack him on the shoulder.

"You guys are being mean. Let me pine in peace."

"Y/N, none of us are at peace when you start acting like a dog in heat every time Hotch walks in the room. It's genuinely hard to watch." Morgan shoots back, grinning at me. I feel my cheeks grow hot at his brazen comment. "Just put us out of our misery and get laid for once, damn." I feel my cheeks growing even hotter.

"He - he doesn't like me like that." I'm tripping over my words, embarrassed that everyone can see what's clearly written by my body language when Hotch is around.

"Y/N, sweetie, you're smart, but sometimes you're an idiot," Emily says kindly. "He likes you."

"Trust us, we know," Morgan adds.

"How?" I say and cross my arms over my chest.

"Really? Okay. Whenever he's giving a briefing and you're standing next to him, his body gravitates towards yours, you're the first person he looks for in every room, Y/N, two weeks ago on that case in Charleston he almost throttled the officer that merely tried to flirt with you."

"Wait, that officer was flirting with me?" I've only been here a few months, so I haven't learned how to read people as well as him yet.

"Oh my god, she actually is an idiot." Morgan groans. "Yes! He always got you coffee refills without asking, offered you the first pick of the donuts, and gave you, and only you, a very thorough tour of the precinct. He was trying to impress you." He looks at me closely. "How the fuck did you get this job?" I shrug.

"Impeccable academic record?" I suggest timidly, and he snorts.

"Just pay attention to Hotch. More than you are already. You'll see."

"He's old enough to be my dad," I say.

"Why do I have the feeling that only fuels your fantasies?" Morgan mutters. "I'm done with this conversation. Either you tell him, Y/N, or I will."

"MORGAN!" He just throws his hands up in the air giving me an exasperated look. "Em? A little back up here?"

"As much as I hate to agree with Morgan, he has a point. It’s kind of hard to focus on work when we all know what’s going on except for you two. I mean this in the nicest way possible, but just say something, for the sake of everyone who has to be in a room with you guys. I could cut the tension between you two like a knife.” She gives me a small smile.

“I- I’m just nervous. What if you guys are wrong?” She places her hand over mine.

“We’re not wrong, Y/N. We even asked Reid to weigh in and he agrees with us. Just say something.” I frown and head back to my desk, needing to be alone with my thoughts for a while. I’m deep in a stack of paperwork when Hotch calls the team into a meeting. I sigh, set my pen aside, and make my way into the boardroom. I’m on high alert, due to Morgan’s comment, and as I step into the room, I glance at Hotch to find him already looking at me. He looks away quickly and I watch as the tips of his ears turn pink. Oh my god, they were right.

I’m hyper-aware of him the whole meeting, so much so that I barely heard a word he was saying.

“Y/N? Are you paying attention?” Hotch asks, looking at me.

“Uh, yes, sir.” I blurt out in a panic. I wasn’t expecting him to directly address me.

“YES SIR?” Morgan hollers. “That’s a new one.” Even Em is hiding a smile behind her hand. Hotch glares at him.

“Don’t tease her, Morgan. Y/N, please pay attention.”

“I will, sorry Hotch.” He just nods and goes back to what he was saying. I tried to pay attention I really did but I found myself watching his hands as he talked. He gestures at the screen, then to something in the paper he had given us, then puts his hand on his hip. His fingers are so thick I wonder if two would even fit inside of me. I’m thinking about him fingering me on his desk, pussy splayed and dripping for him, and I shift in my seat, feeling the wetness in my panties. Dammit, Y/N, don’t get carried away.

“Y/N, seriously,” Hotch sighs a few minutes later and I’m dragged from my dirty daydream. “I need you to pay attention or leave. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”

“I’ve got an idea,” Morgan whispers with a grin. I glare at him.

“I’m trying to pay attention, I swear.”

“Are you sick? You look a bit warm, why don’t you step out for a few minutes.” I just nod, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “And I want to see you in my office when we’re done with this meeting.” I nod again and feel my stomach drop to my ass in nervousness. I quickly walk out of the room and am pacing when the door opens up and Morgan walks out, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What the hell were you thinking about in there?” He whispers, then pauses, “Actually, I’m not sure I want to know.”

“Just leave me alone, Morgan. I’m embarrassed enough already.” I say quietly.

“Oh, baby girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you too much. You’re just an easy target. If it helps any, Hotch was downright flushed after you left. He stumbled over his words. Twice. I’ve never seen him that flustered. It’s like he knew what you were thinking about.” He nudges me with his shoulder. “Don’t sweat it, okay?”

“You’re not the one who has to face him in his office,” I grumble.

“Well, just make sure you guys close the blinds.”

“MORGAN! Shut up!” He’s laughing as he walks away. JJ and Em shoot me sympathetic smiles as they walk by and Reid pats me on the shoulder. Hotch doesn’t say a word as he walks out of the boardroom, and I diligently follow him to his office.

“Take a seat.” He says, gesturing at the chair and my eyes follow his hand again. Y/N! Stop! That’s what got you in trouble in the first place! I quickly take a seat, clasping my hands in my lap. “Now do you want to tell me why you were so distracted today?” He asks, looking at me. I feel the heat creep up my chest and onto my cheeks.

“I-um-no. No, I don’t.” He raises an eyebrow at that.

“Really? Because Morgan seems to have an idea. Maybe I should go ask him what he thinks.”

“No!” I blurt out. “Sorry. It’s just…embarrassing.” He just looks at me and I sigh before whispering, “Your hands. I was distracted by your hands.”

“My…hands?” He says slowly.

“Yes, sir, I mean Hotch, sorry. I know it’s not appropriate and I apologize.”

“What is it about my hands?” He asks, his voice low and in a tone that makes my heartbeat travel down to my pussy. I shift in my seat, a movement that most likely does not go unnoticed by him. “Y/N. Look at me.” I take a shaky breath and look up at him, all rational thoughts leaving my head when I see that his cheeks are pink, and his pupils are so blown I can barely see the brown. “What is it. About my hands.” He enunciates every word.

“They’re big,” I whisper.

“And what does that make you think about?”

“Please don’t make me say it.”

“No, no I want to hear you say it.”

In the smallest voice possible I say, “I was wondering if your fingers would even fit in me.” I hear him take in a sharp breath. “What it would feel like to be spread out on your desk with - with your fingers inside of me.”

“Careful, Y/N, you’re walking a thin line.” He murmurs.

“Haven’t I crossed it already, sir?”

“I’m old enough to be your father.” He says, words clipped. I get a sudden burst of confidence and stare him down.

“Should I call you Daddy, then?” I ask sweetly. I watch as he tightens his jaw.

“Watch your mouth, little girl. You don’t want to see how mean Daddy can get.”

“And what if I want to find out, Daddy?” I watch as his nostrils flare and he takes a deep breath.

“That’s enough, Y/N.” He spits out and I still, and fear that I’m about to lose my job to ill-timed arousal. My breath hitches as he leans back in his chair, eyes carefully watching me. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Whatever you’d like to, sir,” I say simply and I watch his jaw tick again.

“Listen to me very carefully. We are going to go downstairs, you are going to gather your things, and you are not going to say a single word. I’m going to tell everyone that you’re not feeling well enough to drive, so I’m taking you home.” I swallow hard, not believing that this is actually happening right now. “Do you understand?” I nod quickly. “I need to hear you say you understand. Or else this stops now, and we don’t speak of it again.”

“I understand completely, sir.”

“Good girl.” He says in a low voice and a whimper escapes me before I can shove it down. He stiffens. “Do you like that? Hearing that you’re a good girl?” My pussy clenches around nothing, begging to be filled.

“Yes, Daddy.” He hums, getting up quickly and my mouth goes dry when I see the tented fabric of his pants. He shrugs off his suit jacket and slings it over his forearm and in front of his body, effectively hiding his raging boner. He walks over to me, and I hastily get up from the chair, and he grabs my arm, gripping it just hard enough to keep me grounded and lucid despite the lust-filled thoughts in my head. He yanks open his office door and we make our way down the stairs. I keep my head down as we approach my desk, the bullpen so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Y/N isn’t feeling well. I’m driving her home.” Hotch says, letting go of my arm so I can grab my jacket and purse. I glance at him, nodding that I have everything, and he grabs my arm again, and we hastily walk towards the elevator.

“GO EASY ON HER, HOTCH!” Morgan shouts, and I hear Em laugh.

“Shut up, Morgan.” Hotch growls over his shoulder, and I glance back at Morgan, who mouths ‘Good luck’ at me. “Don’t look at him. The only person you should be looking at is me, princess.” We get in the elevator, and he pushes the button so hard I think that he’s going to break the damn thing.

“Jesus, what’s got you so riled up?” I say sweetly, not caring that I’d probably pay for that question later. I just want to see him snap, lose that carefully cultivated control and unleash himself on me. He turns on me in a second, caging my body between the wall of the elevator and the hard planes of his body. He grabs my chin, tilting my face up to look at him.

“Watch yourself. I’d hate for you to get into something you can’t handle.”

“I can take whatever you throw at me, sir.” He laughs.

“Yeah, right, princess. Keep talking a big game – we’ll see how far that gets you.”

“Well, it got me here, didn’t it?”

“Right where you wanted, I presume?” He asks, tilting his head and there’s nothing friendly in his eyes. I just nod, sucking in a breath when he pushes his body closer to mine and his hard-on is pressing into my thigh. “Before this goes further: green for go, yellow for slow down, red for hard stop, no questions asked. Do you understand?” I nod, and he raises his eyebrows.

“I understand!” I blurt out.

“Good.” He suddenly dips his head down, nose bumping into mine as we share the same breaths for a few seconds. “I’m going to ruin you.” He whispers onto my lips, not quite kissing me.

“Please. Ruin me, Daddy,” I whisper and he’s kissing me as soon as the last word is out of my mouth. It’s overwhelming, the way he kisses, stealing all the air from my lungs in a millisecond. I gasp when the hand from my chin drops to my chest, reaching into my dress shirt and under my tank top to tweak my right nipple. He takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, tasting me. The elevator dings and his hand disappears from my shirt and his lips retreat. I whine at the sudden loss of contact, as we had just gone from 100 miles an hour to 0 miles an hour.

“I know, princess, I’m sorry. You don’t want Daddy to get caught, do you?” I shake my head vigorously and he chuckles, escorting me to his car, and opens the passenger door for me, ever the gentleman. He gets in and starts the car as I buckle my seatbelt. He backs out of the parking spot, placing one hand on the back of my headrest and I suck in a sharp breath. He glances at me. “Really? You’re turned on by my driving?”

“I can’t help it. I’m sorry.” I breathe out, not daring to look at him. My cheeks are warm, and I feel frazzled. I jump when his hand comes to rest on my thigh, dangerously close to where I want him. I shift my hips, trying to get him closer to where I need him. He smacks my thigh abruptly.

“Don’t do that. You can wait.” He says gruffly.

“I can’t. I can’t wait.” I gasp out. “Please. Please touch me. I need you. Please, sir, I’ll do anything.”

“I’ll oblige you, but only because you begged so prettily. I like it when you sound desperate. One rule though: no cumming without my permission.” His hand slips under my skirt and I thank god that this was one of the rare days I decided to wear one. His fingers ghost over my cunt, the lightest touch and my breathing is already starting to labor. When his fingers press my clit from outside my panties my hips buck into the air. “Someone’s responsive.” He says, more to himself than me. His fingers trail lower, and he groans when he feels the wet spot. “Already this wet for me, princess?”

“Only for you, Daddy.” I whimper when he pushes my panties to the side, hand now free to touch as he pleases. His fingers come up to tease my clit again before one deftly slips inside of me. I let out a choked sound, tight around him. Just one finger feels thick, and when he slips in another finger I keen, tightening again.

“Jesus, you’re tight.” He curls his fingers and hits that spot inside of me that I struggle to hit by myself. I gasp, hand closing around his wrist, and I don’t know if I’m trying to stop him or egg him on. He continues to work his fingers in me as he drives and I’m not sure how he’s managing to stay on the road. I know I should reciprocate but the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of me has made every thought I’ve ever had flee my brain. After a few minutes, my thighs start to shake and I’m panting, so close to a mind-blowing orgasm that I forget he told me I can’t cum without his permission. His fingers slip out of me seconds before I hit my peak.

“NO!” I shout, shaking in the passenger seat, sitting in a small puddle of my own arousal. I hope it stains his impeccable leather seats.

“Only good girls get to cum, and you haven’t been a good girl today, baby,” He says, “Open.” I open my mouth and he slips the fingers he just had inside of me into my awaiting mouth. I suck his fingers off earnestly, just like I would to his cock if he gave me the chance. He pulls his fingers out with a pop and I realize he’s parked the car in his garage. Is this really happening? I think to myself. “Color?” He asks me, turning my face so I can look into his eyes. I could get lost in his eyes.

“Green,” I say quickly.

“Good girl,” He whispers and meets my mouth in a messy kiss full of tongue, need, and teeth.

I don’t know how we made it inside, but as soon as I cross through the doorway, Hotch throws me over his shoulder, and I shriek. He carries me to the bedroom, dropping me on the bed. I’m paralyzed as I watch him rip his tie off, dress shirt following soon after. He’s beautiful, and I want to run my hands all over him and feel every scar. My eyes are tracing his chest and ever the profiler, he notices.

“You can touch. It’s okay.” He walks over to me, planting himself between my legs. I timidly touch his stomach, trailing my hands up his abdomen, running my fingers along his scars in quiet admiration. He suddenly takes my hand, kissing it, a break in the dominant façade. I give him a soft smile, one that has always been reserved for him, and his breath hitches in his chest. His hands cup my face, looking into my eyes, and I’ve never felt safer than I have at this moment. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch, my hands resting on his wrists. It feels like we’re the only people in the world, two souls destined to collide. His next kiss is gentle as if he doesn’t want to ruin the moment, but he tosses his resolve out the window when I bite his bottom lip. He growls, pushing me onto my back and stepping out of his pants and boxers. I push myself up on my elbows to watch him and gasp when he’s revealed to me completely. He’s big. Bigger than I’ve had before. I knew it would be big because of his damn hands. “You’re far too dressed for my liking.” He mutters, and the next moment he actually rips my shirt off of me, buttons flying everywhere.

“HOTCH!” He stops, looking at me.

“Try again, sweetheart.”

“Sorry. Daddy.”

“Much better. And Daddy will buy you a new one, okay?” I nod, suddenly unable to think as he slides off my tank top and unclasps my bra. My nipples are aching to be touched and as if he can read my mind, his head dips down to take my left nipple in his mouth. I suck in a breath, my hand coming to rest on the back of his head. His tongue laves over my nipple, and I swear I see God for a moment. He moves to the other side and my cunt is begging for attention. He slides my skirt and panties off without once leaving my chest. And when I’m naked before him, he kisses his way up my throat, leaving hickeys that will definitely be hard to hide.

“Daddy, people will see.”

“And? They should know whom you belong to.” He says plainly, he leans back, admiring my form and my hips jump up on their own accord, grazing his weeping tip in the process.

“Fuck, princess, don’t do that.”

“Please, please, please, Daddy, I need you so bad.”

“Daddy has to make sure you’re ready for him. I don’t know if my fat cock will fit in your tight little pussy.” I whimper at his words, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life. He slides down my body, pressing kisses into my skin as he goes until he gets on his knees, dragging me towards the edge of the bed. He slings both of my legs over his shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss into my thigh. “Your pussy is dripping for me, princess. Can I taste it?”

“Please,” I manage to whisper, and I watch as his head dips down and he licks up my pussy. He groans against my clit when he tastes me, and I shout in surprise at the added stimulation. He chuckles against me and goes to work, tongue thrusting shallowly in me before coming up to tease my clit. He’s getting me closer to the edge and when I feel two of his fingers slide into me easily, I sigh contentedly. He finds the spongy spot inside of me with ease, hitting it every time he thrusts his fingers into me. I’m hurtling towards my peak when I gasp out, “Daddy, please, I’m close, can I cum? Please? I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Your good girl.” His eyes flick up and he watches me, never stopping, and watches as my abdomen tenses and I start to clench around his fingers, panting. He pulls his mouth away from me just long enough to whisper,

“You can let go, princess.” And resumes his torturous pace on me. My hand shoots down to grip his hair and a few seconds later my orgasm rips through me. I shout loudly, hips moving with abandon against his face, and he doesn’t let up, continuing to lick and finger me through it until I’m twitching with overstimulation.

“Daddy, please, too much.”

“You wanted to cum, princess, so you’re going to cum until I’m done.” He growls and goes back to eating me out. I had no time to come down from my first orgasm and my body is already sprinting full speed ahead toward my second. My thighs clench around his face but it doesn’t stop him. He stills his fingers inside me and simply presses them into my G-spot, never letting up, just putting constant pressure on it.

I’m babbling at this point, nothing coherent coming from my lips except for ‘daddy’ and ‘please’. My orgasm blindsides me and I clench hard around his fingers and scream, not caring if anyone can hear me. My vision goes spotty as I continue to cum until he finally slips his fingers out and I feel like I can breathe again. I’m gasping for air as his touch trails along my hips.

“Still with me, pretty girl?” I nod still gasping. “Color?”

“Green, green, green.” I pant out quickly and he chuckles. He gives me a few more seconds to come down, tracing gentle patterns into my sides and he kisses me once my breathing slows. I pull away to bite my way down his neck, leaving my own marks on him. “Daddy, need you inside me, please.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for me, princess?”

“Yes! Yes! So ready! Please just fuck me!”

“Okay, let me grab a condom.”

“No!” I shout, grabbing his shoulders. “I’m clean. Please, I want to feel you. Just you.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” He says, kissing the tip of my nose. I watch as he pumps himself a few times and lines up with my entrance. He pushes in, just barely, and stays there until I’m begging him to push the rest of the way in.

“Please, Daddy, I want to feel full. I feel so empty.” He sheathes himself in me in one quick motion and I gasp. “Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper onto his lips.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, you’re so goddamn tight.” He’s still above me, and I can see his shoulders shaking in restraint. “You feel like heaven.”

“Please move, please. Let go, I can take it.” I whisper, peering into his eyes and he pulls out a little bit to thrust shallowly. He swallows my moan with his lips, kissing me with the fervor of a man starved. He starts off at a slow pace and despite being sensitive from my previous two orgasms, I need more. I dig my nails into his shoulder. “Please, for the love of God, fuck me. Hard. Please. I can take it. All of it.” He looks at me hard, searching for any hesitation, but his dick is literally inside of me, so there’s no hesitation on my part. I nod up at him and he leans down to kiss me as he starts to set a brutal pace. His hips are slamming against mine and when I shift my hips up to meet his thrusts he hits my G-spot with every thrust. “SHIT!” I shout, the words quickly turning into a loud moan as his thumb comes down to flick at my clit. I’m shaking with arousal, and I can feel his balls slap against my ass with how hard he’s fucking me.

“Come on, pretty girl, I know you’ve got one more in you. Give it to Daddy. I want to feel you cum around my cock.” There are no thoughts in my head anymore, everything in me has zeroed in on the feeling of him literally fucking me into the mattress. “You look so pretty fucked out like this, bet you can’t think of anything but my cock inside of you, huh?” I nod and he laughs, kissing me hard. He leans back just enough to change the angle by shifting my calf onto his shoulder. He thrusts, hard, and I whimper. “You make such pretty sounds when I’m fucking you.” He picks up the pace again, moving his thumb on my clit in tight circles. I let out a broken moan as he hits just the right spot inside of me, and he takes note of it, hitting the same spot repeatedly, thumb keeping its pace on my clit. It’s overwhelming and I know that this orgasm is going to ruin other men for me. No one can do it like him. “Y/N,” his voice is low, “Look at me, baby, I want to watch you fall apart.” I drag my eyes open and look at him with dazed eyes. One particularly hard thrust and a drag of his thumb over my clit and I’m cumming violently, thrashing against him and gripping the bed sheets, my body spasming and I feel him fuck me through it and spill inside of me with a shouted curse before I black out.

I come to and can feel a warm washcloth being dragged between my legs gingerly. I hiss at the contact.

“Oh, thank god, are you okay?” I nod, throat raspy from screaming. “Can I get you anything?” I shake my head no, and the warm washcloth returns, I jump at the sensation. “I know, I have to clean you up though, okay?” He finishes in the next couple of moments and throws the washcloth into the hamper.

“How long was I out?” I say softly.

“Five minutes? Maybe six.” I nod.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry? Y/N, that was the biggest ego boost I’ve had in years.” He chuckles and I let out a weak laugh.

“Help me up?” I whisper, holding my hands out toward him. He obliges, gently grabbing my hands and pulling me into a sitting position. My vision starts to go spotty again. “Oh, Jesus,” I say, starting to slump forwards. His arms wrap around me quickly, holding me against his chest until my vision starts to return to normal. His thumbs are rubbing my back and I wish I could stay in this moment forever. “I’m okay, I think,” I whisper after a minute and try to pull away but he only lets me get a few inches away, eyes worriedly searching my face. “Hotch, I’m fine. I swear. Now let me go so I can go pee.” He lets go of me slowly and when I stand up to walk toward the bathroom, my legs buckle underneath me. “Oh, come on!” I exclaim, but Hotch is right there to catch me. He scoops me up despite my protests and carries me bridal style to the bathroom, setting me down on the toilet. “Thank you,” I whisper, suddenly embarrassed.

“No, don’t do that. I can see you trying to hide, getting embarrassed.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“Yeah, when your guard is down, you’re easy to read.”

“So, uh, do we just pretend this never happened? Go back to the way things were. I assume that’s what you want?” I bury my face in my hands, unable to look at him.

“Go back to the way things were? Y/N, baby, no. I can’t go back. This was not a one-time thing. I’m yours if you’ll have me.” I peek at him from between my fingers.

“Wait, you’re being serious right now?”

“Dead serious.” He gets on his knees in front of me. “I’ve wanted you from the first moment you walked into my office. I just didn’t think you’d reciprocate, until Morgan made a comment two months ago about your body language, and that’s when I had the hunch you felt the same way.”

“So, you’ve known I’ve been pining over you for months and didn’t think to say anything?” My pitch gets higher as the sentence goes on.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Yes, I’m clearly uncomfortable with you as I’m sitting in front of you, naked,” I say drily and he laughs again.

“Yeah, I know, I’m an idiot.”

“Yes, you are,” I say, smiling, before adding, “But you’re my idiot.” His eyes brighten at that.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. As you said, I’m yours if you’ll have me.”

“Good. Because I’m never letting go of you.” I feel my cheeks grow warm.

“Good, because I don’t want you to.”

#hotch x y/n #hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch #hotch x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch smut

[byechristopher]

WITH YOU.

– Crhis Sturniolo angst (happy ending).

chris x f!reader.

Author's note: It's been so long since I've written something and I am s o r r y but I will never stop loving 'angst'. So you have to suffer with me too. It's l o n g and I haven't checked for any typos, so if I do have any, excusez-moi.

Warnings: Depression, mood swings, Chris is smoking, could be triggering to some, please do not read if it could affect you. ♡

Summary: Chris is so obsessed with you that he suggests you should break up for a bit now that he's leaving to study abroad (just the thought of other people being around you while he can't, seemed impossible to him). When he does, he realises what a mistake that was.

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I stare down at my phone for a little bit and the screen goes off a few seconds later. I do not know how to feel or what to do, but I do know a small tear just runs down my cheek. Matt just called me – he said that Chris hasn't left his room in days; they're worried.

"Chris, are you serious?" I can feel my chest getting heavier with every second that passes.

"What the hell do you want me to think? What else is there to do?!" he explodes – his hands are buried in his hair and he gets up from the bed, "it's not easy for me either, but seriously! I can't fucking stand the thought of you being away from me.. I just can't do it. I will go crazy." he doesn't stay in place, he keeps moving anxiously, "what if.. someone flirts with you, what if you forget me while I'm away, so many what ifs – I just can't do this, I'm already fucking obsessed with you."

"Well, same goes for me, Chris! What are you saying then? We should just break up because you decided you wanted to study abroad?" I get up from the bed as well and I see him turning his back to me, his hands pressed against the wall in front of him.

"I didn't just 'decide' to fucking leave you! You know it's always been my dream to leave this goddamn place and study abroad!" he's almost screaming now and I want to hit the walls, I want to kick the doors, I want to grab him and never let him leave.

Instead, I grab his stuff and put them in his backpack, not being able to see clearly from all the tears that threaten to leave my eyes.

"What are you doing?" he sounds a little calmer now but I can feel my skin burning from all the anger, the sadness, everything all at once.

"Leave." is all I say before I throw his backpack outside my room and I turn around, not wanting to see him actually leave.

"Babe–" he starts but I quickly turn around, "leave!" I am shouting now.

Before he can say anything, I push him outside of my room and close the door behind him. And then, I break down. The heaviest weight is on my chest and it makes it so, so hard to breathe. The tears fully blurry my vision now and I almost pass out from how hard I am crying.

Two weeks have passed after that incident and yet, I can still feel that weight on my chest, let alone now.. after Matt's call. We did break up but that doesn't mean I automatically stop caring about him. I will always love him, whether he is in my life or not.

I start getting worried so I don't waste any time – I grab my phone and my bag, and with that, I quickly leave to go to Chris' house. While I'm in the car, I can't stop crying, Matt's words are on repeat in my head.

"I.. I don't know what to do.. we don't know what to say to him, he won't say anything to us.." Matt's voice is almost trembling and it's the only time I've ever heard him this worried.

"Matt, I just.. I am not sure if I can help after–" he cuts me off, pleading, "I know you guys broke up but please. We're begging you."

And here I am. Already outside their house, tears streaming down my face. I grab my stuff and before I can wipe away all the tears, the door opens and I'm met with two arms around me.

"We apologise for bringing you all the way here, we're just.. worried.." Nick says and I hug him back. I tell him it's fine and rub his back.

"Guys.. could I ask you a favor?" they both nod at the same time, "could you.. just leave for a bit? Once I make sure he is okay, I will call you straight away."

"Of course. Yes. We'll go grab a coffee. Tell us if you need anything." I nod and they both come closer to me, placing a kiss on both of my cheeks and I can't help but smile.

I leave my stuff on their couch and without a second thought, I immediately walk up the stairs, where Chris' room is. I knock on his door, even though I know he won't answer but I do anyway. I call his name – this is the only time I can actually hear something behind this big, wooden door. I say his name again. The door opens slowly and my heart breaks into pieces.

My beautiful Chris – he looks exhausted. He stands there with his usual gray hoodie, his pyjamas, his hair is a literal mess and there are eye bags under his beautiful eyes. I can see smoke coming out of the room, he smells like it as well – he's been smoking.

"What.. are you doing here?" his voice is hoarse, his eyes are so red, it makes want to cry even more.

"Why are you scaring me like that?" my voice is calm but my bottom lip is quivering.

"I'm sorry.." he says, although I'm not sure if he knows what he's apologizing for, "where's Matt and Nick?"

"They let me in and then I asked them to leave." I say but all I wanna do is hug him.

"Thank you.. uhm, come inside.. if you want." he mutters and attempts to fix his hair as he lets me into his room. I only see bottles of water here and there, I can also see burnt cigarettes all over his desk, there are clothes on the floor, journals scattered all around. His room is a mess, "sorry." he whispers.

"It's fine.." I say under my breath, and honestly, I don't know what to say to him. All I want to do is hug him and kiss him, and I would, but I am still hurt, too.

"You didn't have to come here." he murmurs and takes another cigarette in his mouth, lighter in his other hand. It's like he read my mind because he immediately opens his mouth to speak again, "you don't need to feel sorry for me. I'll be fine."

There's not much I can say to him, but I do move closer to him. He is seated at the edge of his bed and I am now in front of him, looking down at him. I slowly grab the cigarette, pulling it away from him and after I throw it in the ashtray, I pull him in for a big hug. He stays still for a few seconds but I can feel his arms wrapping around my waist just a few seconds later. His head is pressed against my tummy and I have my fingers buried into his hair.

"Do you know how scared I was to hear that you haven't left your room in days?" I whisper and I try hard not to let the tears run down my cheeks once again. I can hear him sniffling and my heart breaks all over again.

He doesn't say anything and I lean down to leave a kiss on the top of his head, "I am sorry I hurt you. I am just.. I thought that was the solution, but it obviously wasn't." he whispers and I can feel my shirt getting wet.

"I hurt you too, and I am sorry. I know how much you want to leave, I shouldn't be selfish. I just can't be away from you." a big tear leaves my eye and I squeeze him in my arms a little bit, "neither can I." he says as he looks up at me.

"Chris.. this is very hard for me, but if it means you'll get to chase your dreams.. then fuck it. I need to see you chasing your goals, I need to know you're happy." I get down on my knees in between his legs and I cup his cheeks, "and if we're meant to be, then we sure will in the future." with every word, it's like I'm stabbing myself over and over again. My hearts cries but my mind knows exactly what it has to do.

He looks at me with those blue eyes, uncontrollable tears falling from them and I just want to kiss them away, "I cannot believe you just said that.." he says, but he doesn't look hurt, if anything, he looks more.. in love?

He grabs my cheeks and pulls me closer, pressing his forehead against mine – his tears fall onto my skin as he wipes away mine, "come with me."

My heart stops. My eyes widen and in pretty sure I look a little crazy, "what?"

"Come with me. Let's move in together. Like we always said we would do when we grow up – now's the time. Come with me." he says and I can finally see a little smile behind that constant frown, "you can decorate our apartment. You can have as many plants as you want inside, you can watch all these fucking horror movies that you like to watch and I won't complain, ever! Please."

Our apartment. I feel like passing out, right here.

"Promise me you'll make up for all the damage you've done to yourself these past few weeks and I swear, I'll go pack my things right now." I whisper against his lips, I cannot stop crying.

He cries too, but his smile is so big, I feel like the whole room is shining. He caresses my cheeks and leans in, placing his soft lips against mine – my heart beats faster than it ever did before, "I love you so much." he says.

Before I can even say anything, he pulls me into his lap so that I'm straddling his thighs and hugs me tightly, looking up at me, "I love you too, babe." I say and lean in for another kiss.

"Sorry I kicked your brothers out earlier."

He laughs and I can't help but laugh with him, "it's okay, they'll be fine. Now come here, I've missed you."

#sturniolo fanfic #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #one-shot #angst #fluff #chris sturniolo angst #chris sturniolo fluff #fanfic #matthew sturniolo

[fantasy---feels]

On the balcony (I) Pt.1

pairing: Gojo Satoru x female reader

genre: historical, romance, angst, slow burn smut, is that even a thing?

wordcount: 30k~

summary: Y/n gets her heart broken and Satoru figures that as her loyal knight, it is his duty to fix it, and bring karma upon those who dared to scorn her.

warnings: infidelity, biting, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, exhibitionism (?), slight dacryphilia.

date: 15-04-2024

info: I don't think I've ever written this much for just one story, damn... Anyway. So. This is LONG. If you're just her for the smut, and don't care about the backstory (no judgment), skip to the line of stars (*). If you don't like smut at all, maybe just... Don't read this.

Y/n leans further towards the mirror, squinting at her reflection. "Gods, that fucking dress, just why..." She hears a cough behind her and when she looks back sees that it's just her guard, leaning against the doorframe.

"Satoru." She can see him try to hold back his laughter. He coughs again, to hide another chuckle. "You look marvelous, your highness, for a moment I thought a mountain of ribbon- I mean an angel, had descended to us from the skies." She glares at him. "Shush. Apparently this is the newest fashion here. Supposedly the crown prince is very fond of... Accessories." She glances back at the mirror, only to flinch at the amount of shiny stuff draped all over her. "... I look like a Yuletide tree." "Indeed you do your Highness." She glares at him. He shrugs. "Your words, not mine." He tilts his head at her. "Are you quite sure that your fiancé is not a bird? Supposedly they too are very font of shiny things." She scoffs. "Are you accusing me of falling in love with a bird?" Satoru is silent for a moment and she looks over at him questioningly. He looks away. "You never know your highness, he might be very good at hiding it." She rolls her eyes at him, "Right, well if I ever catch him laying an egg I'll let you know." Satoru chuckles and pushes away from the doorframe. "Well, enough with the gossip, I came to escort you to the entry hall, our dear prince Goose must already be waiting." She shoots up from her chair. "What? He's already waiting?! Why didn't you say that immediately??" She hurries to grab her fan and her shoes. Satoru shrugs again. "A little waiting won't kill him." She glares at him over her shoulder as she struggles to get into her heels. "Gods why is this dress so big? What a truly horrid abomination. And I can't even breathe, or bend for that matter!! That servant girl must have been an assassin! I was certain she was going to break my ribs with how tight she laced this horrid corset." As she grumbles and curses, struggling to even find her shoes under the mountain of fabric, Satoru just chuckles at her antics.

"A bit unsightly for a noble empress to-be, don't you think?" The looks she throws back at him could have killed many a person, but Satoru just shakes his head and sighs. "Haaa, fine, I guess I'll have to help you, before your dear prince Duck comes to look for you and sees you like... This." He waves his hand at her general area. She huffs at him, "Stop calling him names! And yes. Please. Help." She grumbles at how labored her breathing is just from this. "How do they plan to have me dance in this construction? I could faint at any moment!" Satoru walks over to her and picks up the heels, frowning at them. "That is if you don't break your ankles first. But don't worry! If you fall, I'll just catch you!" She side-eyes him. "Will you now?" He grins. "No. But I'll pick you up once I'm done laughing."

Y/n heaves a deep sigh as she lets herself fall down in a chair, raising one foot in his direction. "Pretty sure this would count as treason. I could have you beheaded, you know." He tilts his head at her innocently. "But then who will put on these shoes for you?" She tsks at him. "Fine. You get to live. Just hurry up, I'm already late because of you." He smiles and shrugs. "As you wish your highness."

He gently takes her feet and puts on her heels. After readjusting her dress and getting up he pats the dust off his knees. "You know. In this kingdom modesty is pretty important no?" Y/n raises an eyebrow at him. "Yes, I'd argue that they are even more conservative than our own home country, why do you ask?" He grins at her. "I was just thinking that even if my disrespect doesn't get me beheaded, the fact that I have touched your ankles just might." Y/n blushes bright red. "Why must you make it sound like that?!" His grin widens. "Your face is why." She glares at him as she gets up. "Enough with your nonsense, we must go." She stomps past him through the door. He chuckles before picking up the fan she forgot and following her.

Once in the hallway they both automatically fall into their own roles, a noble princess and her loyal guard. Y/n might enjoy their casual friendship behind closed doors, but they can't show that in public. She sighs under her breath, thinking about the constant acting performance that is her life. Even with her own family she could rarely be herself, as they were almost never truly alone, and even when they were, they were still always aware of their positions. That's also exactly why she hired Satoru.

The first time she met him, he hadn't been aware of her identity. She had snuck outside, disguised as a commoner, something she would often do.

She feels a pang in her heart at the knowledge that from now on that would never be possible again. The fiancé of the crown prince, the future empress... There was no way that she could ever play pretend here in this kingdom, it would be far too dangerous.

That time she had run into a group of boys from the academy, real lovely ones too... They had been in the middle of pressuring her to come with them when suddenly, one of them almost flew in her face, before hitting the floor. Where he had been standing was another student, albeit a far more disheveled one compared to the sleak ones surrounding her. The boy's shirt wasn't buttoned to the top, his tie hung loose and his sleeves were pushed up. He stood there, foot still raised from when he kicked her harasser, hands in his pockets, a sneer on his face. "Oi. What are you ugly bastards pulling now? I was already looking for you idiots to punish you for the last incident, but you're at it again?!" The group around Y/n flinches back at the sight of him, only their leader hesitantly standing his ground. "What do you think you're doing?! Just because you are in the disciplinary committee does not give you the right to harm other nobles! Do you not remember who our parents are??" The attacker scowls at him. "Actually, it does give me that right, and no of course I don't know who your parents are, because I don't care. I might look into it if I accidentally kill one of you pests tho, to inform your mommies. Feels like the polite thing to do." The leader unconsciously takes a step back, so that now all of them are basically hiding behind Y/n. She stares at them in disbelief, this is embarrassing to even look at.

The guy in front of her now focuses his attention on her. "Who are you? Are you also a student at the academy? I've never seen you before." She blanches. "No, I am merely a commoner, not a noble." He squints at her for a moment and then shrugs. "Right. Well, off you go. I have some business with these gentlemen." She quickly nods and hurries back towards the castle, having had enough excitement for one day.

Y/n has almost reached the fence surrounding the palace gardens when she suddenly hears footsteps, right behind her. She whips around but before she knows it, she is pinned against the alley wall. Looming over her is the disheveled student from before. One of his hands is pressed against the wall next to her head and the other still buried in his pocket. He stares at her. "Now milady. Who are you really?" She glares at him enraged. "I told you, I am a mere commoner! Let me go at once!" He chuckles and raises his eyebrows at her. "Really, you're still going with that? Please. You're no commoner." She reels at the confidence in his words. "And may I ask what has made you so certain that my words are false?" He laughs out loud this time, angering her even further. How dare that arrogant bastard laugh at her?! Who does he think he is? "Okay lady. First of all, not once have you used honorifics when talking to me." Her angry expression is replaced with a baffled one. "Honorifics? For a brat like you? Why on earth would I do that." The boy in front of her is clearly trying his best not to burst out laughing again, but when he continues talking she can still hear the small tremble in his voice. "Second of all. Look at yourself. You're as thin and weak as a twig, and these hands-" his empty hand grabs hers and holds I open, letting his thumb run over the soft skin "-have not worked a day in their lives." She rips her hand from his grasp and presses it against her chest, slowly starting to understand what he is getting at. A sly grin spreads over his face as he brings his face closer to hers. "And third of all, and most importantly, no commoner woman would ever dare glare at me like that."

Her eyes go wide, realizing just how stupid she had been. The boy in front of her finally takes a step back and folds his arms. "So milady, I have come to the conclusion that there are only several options regarding your identity." She pales. "What?" He taps his chin with his finger in thought. "The first option would be a hidden daughter from some count or perhaps a marquis. However that still wouldn't explain your arrogance towards me. Another option would be some rich, spoiled, merchant daughter. But for that the way you speak is far too much like that of a noble." He glances at her sour expression and grins. "That's why I believe the third option to be the most likely one." She tries to back away when he walks towards her, but her back is already against the wall and the only thing she can do is brace herself. A moment later she finds herself perplexed. She doesn't know what it was that she expected him to do, but it definitely wasn't this. He is in front of her, on one knee, pressing a soft kiss to her hand. "This loyal subject greets her imperial highness Y/n Nerea, third princess of Sarova, and future queen of the kingdom of Miran." Her shock only lasts a moment and she sighs. "So you actually figured it out. How troublesome." He grins up at her. "You made it quite easy, your highness." She stares at him. "You are still being surprisingly casual, seeing as you know my identity now."

The boy shrugs and gets up. "Well, it's not like there's much you can do about it, seeing as you're out here without permission." She bristles. "How are you so certain that that is the case?" He just gives her a flat stare in response. She huffs. "Fine. So what if I am, are you planning to inform my family?" He taps his chin as if deep in thought. "Hmmm, not such a bad idea I must say. It would certainly prove amusing I'm sure." She glares at him. "Enough with this charade already. What do you want from me." He grins at her. "I want you to help me become a knight." Y/n just blinks at him for a moment. "A knight? That is all? But why? As a noble, would you not be able to just become one by yourself? Why waste your wish on that."

The boy dramatically puts his hand over his eyes. "Oh if only it were that simple, but NO! You see, I am the first son of my family, and because of that I'll be forced to take over from my father in the future. They would never allow me to run off and become a knight." He grins as he glances at her around his hand. "That is of course, unless their very own princess demands it herself!" Y/n sighs and presses her hand against her forehead. "Is there anyone else who can inherit the title if you were to leave?" The boy nods at her eagerly. "Absolutely! In fact, I'd even say they are far more suited for the position than I am." "That couldn't be too hard", Y/n grumbles under her breath. "What was that your noble, kind Highness?" "Nothing. Anyway, all that you are asking of me is to request for you to be allowed to enter the knighthood?" The smile he gives her seems a tad too happy in her opinion and she frowns at him. "Indeed, your Highness. That is all. By the way, I'm not sure if this is of any importance, but it will soon be evening and the guards surrounding the castle will be doubled." Y/n's eyes shoot up to the sky and she realizes he is right, she curses under her breath. "Curse it, I have to hurry. Sir... What was your name again?" "Satoru." "Right, sure, sir Satoru, come to the ball next week, I too will make sure to attend just this once. Now I must take my leave." As Y/n hurries away Satoru can't help but grin at the sight of her. "How did she ever think to pass as a commoner, even just the way she walks..." He decides to follow her in secret, just to make sure that she reaches the castle safely. What he didn't expect to see was the princess, who had seemed utterly helpless to him before, climb the high castle fence with ease. Somehow avoiding the sharp spikes at the top and without even ripping her dress, she lets herself fall down on the other side, where she disappears into the shadows.

"THAT SLIMY LYING BASTARD!!" The dull thud of a book being thrown on the floor echoes against the walls. Y/n glares at the poor, innocent thing, just doing it's job. With a huff she picks it back up and finds the page she had been looking at. "Satoru Valorian. That bastard is the first son of house Valorian." She rubs her temples. Of course it was too good to be true. No wonder he had been so arrogant, he was the first son of one of the five Dukedoms Sarova, only the royal family was above him in rank. She curses her own stupidity, how could she not have asked him his family name, what was wrong with her?? She remembered how she forgot of course. He had tricked her, keeping her talking just long enough to make her panic as soon as he mentioned the time. She grits her teeth. Not only was he the future Duke, that other person capable of inheriting the position was none other than Livia Valorian, his sister. A woman. Women never inherited titles in Sarova. "Aaaarrgggghhhh!" She rubs her hands through her hair in frustration. "How dare that sneaky little brat trick me?!" She glares at his name on the page. "Just you wait. I'll make you regret this."

Finally the day of the ball is here, and Y/n is, of course, the center of attention. She has not shown herself at a single social function for over 5 years, so her presence today has almost doubled the amount of attendees.

It has been two hours of fake smiles and empty pleasantries before she finally runs into him. There is no trace of the disheveled, rude brat she met that day. Today Satoru truly looks like the future Duke. His suit is immaculate. Rich black fabric tailored perfectly to his frame, adorned by silver accessories and his hair styled out of his face. She almost scoffs at the difference, barely recognizing him at first, but keeping her composure beside a quick glance in his direction. Next to him are the current Duke and Duchess, along with their daughter, and possible future heir, Livia.

The Duke greets her with a slight bow. "It is an honor to finally meet you again, your highness, it's been far too long." She nods in acknowledgement. "Indeed it has been, dear Duke Valorian, in fact I believe the last time was almost 3 years ago now, was it not?" "It was, yes. That was the last time you attended a council meeting I believe. Your presence was dearly missed. The king used to be much less loud with you there." Y/n chuckles behind her fan. "Father does tend to get a bit... Excited at times." The Duchess laughs too. "Indeed he does, does he not? But in that passion lies the strength of our ruler." The Duke and Y/n nod their agreement, before Y/n focuses her attention on Satoru, her smile falling almost unnoticeably. "Ah, Satoru Valorian. We meet again." The Duke and Duchess look at him questioningly, but Satoru just smiles and bows. "Your Highness. It has been far too long." Y/n squints slightly. "Truly? To me it feels as if we only just met a week ago. The difference in how we perceive time truly is fascinating is it not?" Satoru keeps his head bowed. "Fascinating indeed, your highness." She glares at his hair before turning away. "Anyway, you must be Livia, I have heard many good things about you, but I don't believe that we have ever had the pleasure of being introduced." The girl jumps a bit at the sudden attention, but then hastily drops into a bow. "I am honored that you have heard of me, your Highness. I am very glad to finally be able to meet you." Y/n smiles at her before looking at her parents. "You truly do have a lovely daughter. I had heard many rumors about both her beauty and her manners. I see now that they were true." The Duchess smiles softly as she looks at her daughter. "Yes. We are very proud of her. There is nothing that she has not excelled at thus far." The Duke nods solemnly.

Y/n smiles behind her fan, this should make things slightly easier, though probably not much. "Lord and lady Valorian, I have something that I would like to discuss with you..." She looks down at the floor and frowns for a moment, as if struggling with what to say next. The Duke chimes up quickly. "Whatever it is that is bothering your highness, we will do our utmost to assist you, please do tell us what is on your mind." Y/n smiles at him gratefully. "You are too kind dear Duke, but this is not such an easy matter. Assisting me would prove very difficult for your house, and yet I must at least dare ask it." The Duke and Duchess frown at each other at the worrisome words. "Let us speak in private then." Y/n nods and leads them to the room she had prepared in advance. As they leave she can see Satoru furrow his brow at her. She hides her grin behind her fan. He must be very confused at how she is going about this.

Once seated in the private room Y/n folds her fan and puts it on the table. "The request I have concerns your son, Satoru Valorian." The two parents exchange a glance before the Duke seeks up. "Are we right to believe that this matter you speak of is not an engagement?" Y/n smiles and shakes her head. "Indeed it is not, for while a union with house Valorian would certainly be fortunate, as you know my hand has already been promised to another." They nod in agreement. "The matter I speak of is the selection of my personal guard and right hand when I move to the country of my fiancé." The Duchess looks startled at her words, while the Duke just frowns. "Are you asking us to allow our heir to become your second in command, and leave for Miran with you? Y/n nods. "Of course, I am aware of how ridiculous my request must seem to you. What I am asking of you is to basically give up your heir to me, but please do allow me to explain why I am even suggesting this." The two people in front of her look hesitant, but still slowly nod at her. "First I would like to explain why Satoru is the one I chose, and not any other capable noble. The first thing you should know is that the two of us have met before, although he was at first not aware of my identity. I had heard many tales of his prowess in battle, but that day he proved it when he saved me from a group of criminals."

The Duchess gasps and Y/n almost feels guilty for slightly exaggerating. "I need someone who I can trust to protect me, not only in the physical sense, although your son is clearly capable of that as well. What I need is someone who can stand alongside me both in the social and political world, and for that, they must be well-versed in the ways of the high nobility and from a powerful family." The Duke frowns but nods understandingly. "I understand what you are saying, but why our son specifically? As you must well know most of the other Dukedoms also have sons of a fitting age and with suitable skill sets." Y/n shakes her head. "I have done a lot of research the past few years, and none of them compare. Then of course, there is the fact that Satoru has already saved my life, but most of all, it is the fact that your family has the best second option for an heir." The Duke looks at her very confused." Could you explain what you mean by that, your highness? Are you perhaps referring to my nephew? He might be quite bright but-" Y/n shakes her head again. ”My most important thought during my research was that my decision could in no way weaken any of the houses, and house Valorian was my first choice, because you-", she looks over at the Duchess, before looking back at the Duke, "-have Livia."

For a moment they are both silent, but then they both speak up. "What are you saying your highness?", the Duke exclaims, while at the same time his time mumbles in thought, "She is right." The Duke whips his head around to stare at his wife in disbelief. "Dear, what-" She glares at him. "Why are you reacting like this, you too know of Livia's talents, why would she not be a suitable heir?" The Duke is stupefied for a moment. "But dear, our daughter, she is very bright, but she..." "Is a woman?" Y/n asks. The both of them look at her, and the Duke nods hesitantly, realizing that he is not only risking to offend his wife, but also the princess. She smiles to reassure him. "I understand your hesitation, as it is very rare for women in this kingdom to inherit titles, however you should know that it is in no way against the law." The Duchess throws the Duke a look. "So you say, your Highness." The Duke almost seems to wince a bit but still speaks up. "While that may be true, it is extremely unconventional, not to mention dangerous. Who is to say how many struggles our daughter will face that she otherwise would not." Y/n thinks for a moment before she speaks again. "I will let you in on some highly restricted information, but I trust that you will never utter a word about this outside of this room." They exchange a glance before nodding. "As you well know my oldest brother is currently considered the heir for the throne by the public. However, this is officially not the case. In fact, if my father is to be believed, the most likely future monarch is my oldest sister. The Duchess gasps and presses her hand against her mouth. "Truly? A ruling empress?" Y/n nods silently. The Duke just stares at her for a moment. "So our Livia would not be the first, and when her time comes there would be an empress?" Y/n nods again, smiling at them both as they look at each other. "Well.. Then... I suppose we have no reason to refuse." The Duke still seems in a bit of a daze as he says that. "That is, unless either of our children disagrees of course.", the Duchess chimes in. All three of them nod and agree, and soon they head back to the main hall. 

"I can't believe you did this to me." Satoru sits in front of her, his expression one of pure disbelief. Y/n calmly lifts her teacup to her lips. "You asked me to make you a knight. You should have been more specific if you had a certain position in mind. "I didn't expect you to turn me into your own glorified assistant?!" She shrugs and still doesn't bother looking at him. "I suppose we both got tricked in the end. Oh well, at least I got a little helpe- I mean partner, out of it." He groans and dramatically flops down on the sofa. "The whole point was to avoid all that damned paperwork, but now I'll still be doing the same thing, only I'm not even doing it for myself!" Y/n rolls her eyes at his antics. "Oh shush, I know you only did it for your sister so stop pretending already." He opens one eye to stare at her, then sits up with a shrug. "Fine. But I'm still pissed that you're dragging me all the way to that horribly boring kingdom." She sighs and looks up at the ceiling. "Believe me I am not too thrilled about it either. I will basically become a throne decoration. An accessory for the king, without any real authority. It's quite depressing really." Satoru leans back with his arms draped over the back of the couch and frowns at her. "Then why are you even going..." Y/n chuckles humorlessly. "In the first place it's to make it easier for my sister once she becomes empress. Even an old-fashioned kingdom such as theirs will have a hard time being openly hostile towards the homeland of their queen. Not to mention that the king will be my husband, so my sister would become his family." She smiles softly." And then of course, there is my fiancé. We've known each other since we were kids, we've been engaged just as long. My whole life I've known that I would become his wife, so I can't even imagine anything else at this point. I have no idea what I would do if our engagement were ever to be broken." Satoru just stares at her for a moment. "Well I guess that means I should get ready to move sometime in the near future." Y/n shakes her head. "I will be residing here until the year of my marriage, so it will still be a few years. Worry not, however, there is plenty of work for you to do here too." 

Y/n softly chuckles to herself as they walk towards the entry hall. "What is on your mind, your highness?", Satoru asks from behind her. "Oh nothing important, I was just reminded of the face you made when your parents first told you about my proposal. It was truly delightful." She can almost feel him scowling at her back. "I am glad that my misery amuses your highness." Y/n chuckles again. "It always does."

They fall silent as they near the hall where the crown prince is supposed to be waiting. And indeed, as they round the corner her fiancé's eyes find Y/n immediately. "My love! There you are! I was starting to worry." Y/n smiles up at him. "My apologies your highness, it took me some time to get dressed." The crown prince walks up to her, while scanning her figure. He takes her hand and brings it to his lips. "You look absolutely mesmerizing my love, you will be the brightest star at the ball." A soft coughing sounds from behind her and Y/n freezes before subtly glaring back at Satoru. Her fiancé also looks over her shoulder. "Ah, lord Valerion. My apologies, I hadn't noticed you, did you only just arrive?" Satoru bows. "Indeed your highness, I was escorting my lady." The crown prince's polite smile wavers for a moment but then it's back to normal. "Ah. I see. My thanks for escorting my fiancee to me. I'll take it from here, so please, do go and enjoy the festivities." Satoru nods at the prince, before handing Y/n her fan and bowing to them both. He glances at her one more time, and then leaves to go to the entrance downstairs. 

The crown prince watches him go before refocusing his attention on Y/n. "Your servant is very loyal." She looks at him questioningly. "Indeed, he is my most trusted assistant." Her fiancé just looks at her for a moment before turning away. "We should go." He holds out his arm for her to take and together they enter the ball. Everyone watches as the two of them descent the stairs together, have their first dance together, and then greet the guests together. Truly the perfect pair, a handsome, charming, future king, and his beautiful future bride. After they have completed their rounds the crown prince is called away by one of his subordinates for a moment. Y/n takes that chance to flee from the limelight and towards Satoru, who is waiting for her at the edge of the room, already extending a glass of champagne. What neither of them notice is how the crown prince's eyes are glued to the both of them, a scowl pulling on his lips.

"Gods I am so sick and tired of these balls. Why must they have so many here?" Satoru chuckles at her grumbling. "Well your dear mother in law must waste the people's tax money on SOMETHING, right." Y/n groans. "It would seem that she must, yes." They sip their drinks and silently look around the hall. It is once again completely different from how it looked the last time, a few weeks ago. All the chandeliers have been replaced, as well as the curtains and basically all other furniture. The place is massive, yet it is filled to the brim with guests and tables with high quality foods and beverages. Satoru snorts at the sight of a group of ladies that walk by them and Y/n gives him a quick hit with her fan. "At least be subtle about it will you?" Satoru rubs the sore spot on his shoulder. "You know your highness, I was worried that you would stand out tonight, but it seems my fear was needless. Compared to some of these ladies your dress is downright sober. And did you see that cackling flock that walked by just now?" Y/n nods slowly. "Some of these esteemed guests do have a striking similarity with bejeweled chicke- Oop. I forget myself." She glares at him from behind her fan. "It would seem that your bad manners are starting to rub off on me." Satoru just shrugs and grins. "Honesty is a virtue your highness." "Pft. Right. That's very convincing coming from you." Y/n sighs as she puts down her empty glass. "I've ignored my duty for long enough, I should go and rejoin his highness." Satoru raises his glass at her in salute. "I'll watch your back. From-", he takes a big sip, "right here." She rolls her eyes at him and leaves to go find her fiancé. After making another full circle and talking to countless nobles, Y/n's feet are killing her, but she still hasn't found the crown prince. "Where could he have gone.." she mumbles under her breath as she makes her way to an adjacent corridor, which leads to the powder rooms. Oh well, he must have been pulled into some kind of meeting she supposes. She softly curses as she feels her feet throbbing in her heels. She can't wait to sit down in one of the resting rooms for a moment. As she searches for an empty room she hears a high pitched giggle, followed by a moan, from behind one of the doors. She scoffs. Okay, so not that room at least.

She is about to walk past when another sound catches her attention, or more specifically, a voice. She freezes. No, that can't be, she must have misheard. She hesitantly walks up to the door, trying to hear who's inside. Another squeaky giggle. "Oh myyy, your majesty, stop it! You're teasing me!" Y/n frowns, 'Your majesty'?, the king?! It couldn't be! She looks around before leaning closer to the door, putting her ear against it. "So? What are you going to do about it sweetheart?" Y/n reels back, almost stumbling over herself. She claps her hands over her mouth. No. There's now way. This can't be happening. That voice... It's his, it is definitely his, but that would mean... Her initial shock is immediately replaced by bright red rage. This absolute scum! She left behind everything for him, dedicated her whole life to becoming the perfect queen, and he DARES?! She doesn't hesitate for even a moment longer. Without a second thought she steps forward and throws open the doors. The scene she finds is even more infuriating than she could have imagined. There he is, her lovely little bastard of a fiancé, lounging on a couch, arms draped over the back and his legs spread just far enough to fit the young lady at his feet. The girl is kneeling on the floor, her head between his legs and her long red nails digging into his thighs. The upper half of her dress is undone, probably to give him the perfect view of her bosom. The moment Y/n storms in, her eyes meet those of her fiancé and he freezes. The only accurate way to describe the look in his eyes in that moment, is pure horror. Terror maybe even. He immediately jumps up, knocking the girl over on the way. "Y/n! My love! No! Please! It is not as it seems!" As he struggles to re-do his pants and stumble over to her Y/n scowls at him. "Ah, truly now? Then please. Do enlighten me. If it is not as it seems, then pray tell what exactly her mouth WAS doing on you." Her fiancé pales, his mouth opening and closing like some stupid, dying fish. "That's what I thought." She turns around with a scoff. "I will not intrude on you two lovebirds any longer, so please-" she looks back and sneers at him, "do finish what you started." "No! My love! Please wait!" The prince attempts to stumble after her, but he is halted by the girl, who has grabbed him by his coat. "Your highness! You don't need her! You have me now!" The look he gives her is one of pure disgust, as he roughly pushed her off. "Don't touch me, you dirty wench." She falls to the floor with a thud, and her eyes well with tears as she clutches the scraps of her dress to her body. "Your highness?" Her voice is trembling but he completely ignores her. "My love! Please! She means nothing to me! I love only you!"

Y/n has already reached the door by now and she doesn't even look back as she answers him. "Goodbye. Your highness." He crumples to the floor behind her and sobs. "No Y/n! Please forgive me! I will never stray again! Let us both just be loyal from now on! We can both start over!" Y/n freezes, and slowly turns around. "What exactly do you mean by 'both', your highness?" The crown prince flinches at the poison in her voice, but forces out his words nonetheless. "I will do away with this girl, and you send back that guard! Then we will both forget that anything ever happened! We can start over! We will only love each other from now o-!" He halts mid-speech as he sees the rage in her eyes. "My love..?" She scowls at him. "Of course a straying bastard like you would assume that I too would commit such a sin. You should know that my guard has never laid a finger on me. Ever." He blanches. "What...? But I was certain.." She chuckles dryly, it's a cold sound. "Of course you were. I had thought you would know that I am not the kind of person that would do such a thing. I could never hurt the one I loved like that." She looks down at his pathetic, crouching form. "Nor could I ever be with the kind of person that could." Her fiancé just sits there, staring up at her, the devastation clear on his face. "My love.. Please.." She turns back around and walks away. "Goodbye."

Y/n can hear his cries echoing through the corridor as she hastily makes her way to the main hall. She doesn't know what she is going to do now... Where is she supposed to go? What is going to happen to her? How will she explain all this to her family? The thoughts are racing through her head, but at the center of it all there's one thing she knows for certain. She needs to find Satoru, she needs... She needs Satoru, she has to find him. 

Y/n is only barely holding back her tears and she is once again thankful for her fan, behind which she can hide the rest of her face. As she arrives at the ballroom, she quickly scans the crowd, but she can't see him. She bites her lip. "Where are you...", she mumbles to herself as she walks along the side of the room. Suddenly there is a hand on her shoulder. It's strong, warm... She turns around with a relieved, trembling sigh. "Satoru." The concern is clearly painted on his face when she looks up at him. "Your highness?" She smiles wobbly. "Aw, are you worried about me? How unusual." He frowns at her. "Please tell me what happened." She averts her eyes and shakes her head. "Not here..." He just nods and grabs her hand, which surprises her. He has never done that in public. Y/n lets herself be pulled along by him as he leads her towards one of the more secluded balcony doors. 

Y/n takes a few deep breaths as soon as they have stepped onto the balcony. The cold night air helps calm down her raging thoughts and she lets out a long sigh. A cold shiver runs up her spine as soon as the adrenaline leaves her body and without a word Satoru takes of his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders. She smiles up at him in quiet thanks. They are both quiet for a moment as they lean against the balustrade, looking out over the dark gardens. 

Satoru patiently waits for her to organize her thoughts and just looks at the emotions flashing over her face. Finally she heaves another deep sigh and closes her eyes. "I walked in on him with a woman. I have decided to break off the engagement." Its silent for a moment and as she opens her eyes to look at him, Satoru looks furious. "What..." His voice is ice cold. She is suddenly nervous and quickly tries to justify herself. "I know it might be childish or immature, but I just don't think I could live like that.. Of course I have always known that I would never be able to choose my own husband, but I did always hope that I could at least be happy with him and... I can't be happy like this... " As she finishes her rambling she carefully looks up at him through her lashes. "Do you think I should stay..?" He  just blinks at her in shock before grabbing her by her shoulders. "What? What are you even saying?! Of course I don't think you should stay!" He lightly shakes her while leaning down to look her in the eyes. "And I wasn't angry at you. I was angry at him." He looks away and scowls, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "That piece of shit. How fucking dare he." Y/n gasps. "Satoru! Language!" His eyes flick back to hers and he looks baffled. "Only you would think to correct my manners at a time like this... Honestly.." Y/n is silent for a moment, then giggles despite herself. "Right. Sorry." He shakes his head with a soft chuckle. "Well I'm glad you don't seem too heartbroken at least..."

Y/n's smile fades. "I suppose... It's strange, but I am not as sad as I probably should be... Maybe it still has to sink in." Satoru lets go of her arms to look out over the garden again. "Who knows. Maybe you didn't truly love him after all." He glances at her as she leans out next to him. "Maybe... Although I did always tell myself that I loved him. He was my future husband after all." Satoru scoffs. "The head can't convince the heart, no matter how hard you try, believe me..." Y/n humms. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I was only trying to fool myself into believing it all this time. The alternative would have been to knowingly marry a man I don't love. I suppose that that was something I couldn't accept after all..." Satoru nods silently. 

After a long silence Y/n suddenly sobs and puts her head in her hands. "Gods... What do I do now... '' Satoru doesn't say anything, he just puts his arm around her shoulders and pulls her against his side. She leans into him as sobs keep shaking her body. "I have been preparing for this my whole life... I have nothing else." Satoru rubs her arm with his hand. "That's not true. It may not be in the way you imagined, but all the skills you learned for this, will be useful, no matter where you end up." She shakes her head. "What will my parents think? And my sister? I will completely ruin their plans for an alliance, just because I can't get over myself." Satoru turns her around to face him, lifting her chin with his finger. "If there is one thing that I'm certain of, it's that every single person in your family would gladly rip that man to shreds for you, the moment they hear about this. They won't care that there won't be an alliance. Our kingdom is strong, it doesn't need that pathetic brat as an ally. In fact, they only ever agreed because you insisted you were fine with it." Y/n blinks up at him through her tears, the sobs slowly subsiding. "You're not just saying this to make me feel better?" He chuckles as he wipes away her tears with his fingers. "Well that is the end goal of course,  you look horrible when you cry." She glares at him, still sniffling. "Jerk." He grins at her as he takes her face in his hands. "I said it to make you feel better, yes, but it was also completely truthful. No one will blame you for going home." Her lip trembles as she stares at him, trying to see if he is really not lying to her. "I can go home?" Her voice almost breaks as she says it and Satoru feels a pang in his heart. How dare that useless piece of scum. He might just kill the bastard before they leave... He doesn't show his thoughts on his face and smiles softly at her, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes. We'll go home as soon as possible." She nods tiredly and leans against his chest, letting him wrap her in his arms. She is too distracted to notice the fast beating of his heart beneath her hands. Satoru looks down at the crown of her head, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He has never held her like this. She has never been this close before.. 

Of course he had tried to ignore his feelings. She was absolutely off limits after all. Even now he still feels like what he is doing is wrong, not because of her fiancé, but because he feels like he is lying to her. Is he fooling her into thinking he is just an innocent friend? Has he fooled her into embracing him? He feels a guilty pang in his chest, but he can't make himself push her away. After all, even if his own feelings for her are more than just friendship, that doesn't mean that he isn't still her friend. He still wants to be there for her, and she still needs him to be her friend. He sighs deeply and pulls her closer against him, letting his cheek rest on her hair. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine... We'll be fine."

Y/n blushes as she feels his arms flex around her. He has never embraced her before. It feels so safe. She can't help but nestle closer into the feeling, until all she can hear is his heartbeat (or is it hers?). He smells warm and familiar and she wishes they could stay like this forever. Her blush deepens. What is she thinking? She can't have those thoughts about him! He is her guard! And more importantly, her friend. She dragged him all the way here with her, away from his friends, his home, his family, and now she's using him for her own comfort. What a lovely friend she is... She sighs and feels him shiver against her. "Are you cold?" Satoru shakes his head against her hair, still not letting go. "No, don't worry, just a shiver." 

Above Y/n Satoru has his eyes pressed shut. The way her breath had brushed over his skin... He almost shivers again. He knows he should let her go, but she had nestled into him herself... Would she want him to let go? Did she maybe want him to keep holding her? He laughs at himself in his head. Right. Of course she doesn't. That's just his own misplaced hope, get a grip already. He sighs and finally relaxes his hold on her. She hesitates for a moment before taking a step back and smiling up at him. "Thank you. I feel better." He smirks at her. "Who wouldn't after being held by me." 

For a moment he thinks she's blushing, but he must have imagined it in the dark because she scoffs and folds her arms over her chest. "Maybe you should go give my dear fiancé a hug too then. He seemed pretty miserable when I left him earlier." Satoru's grin widens. "Miserable you say?" She chuckles. "Absolutely sobbing, crying on the floor, begging me not to leave him." Satoru laughs and pats her on the shoulder. "Wouldn't have expected anything less. No-one knows better how to crush a man's heart and soul than our own little princess." She glares at him. "Excuse you. I'm perfectly lovely and kind." He snorts. "In public maybe. To me? Never." The only response he gets is an eye roll. "Did he say anything else?" 

Y/n doesn't answer immediately and when he looks over at her, he has to do a double take. She's blushing.. Right? She is. There's no denying it this time. He blinks stupidly for a few second. What could that man probably have said to make her blush like this.. He better not have touched her, or he would go beat the living hell out of him, right now. She clears her throat. "He suggested that we 'start over'. He would throw out his mistress, and I would throw out..." Satoru frowns at her. "Who could he possibly have wanted you to throw out, you don't even have a- Oh." He understands the moment she looks up at him, her cheeks bright red from embarrassment. "It's me. He thought I was sleeping with you." Y/n's eyes go wide and her face flushes even more. She turns away from him, her hands pressed against her cheeks. Satoru is silently glad that she does, because he can feel a slight blush in his own face. He knows that it's wrong, but the thought that that prick believed Y/n was with him makes him feel strangely satisfied.

Y/n is still standing with her back to him, now furiously fanning her face, trying to get rid of the blush. Satoru grinns. "I'm so sorry that I caused him to think that." Y/n glances back over her shoulder. "You don't SOUND sorry, and you don't look it either." She turns toward him. "But it's not your fault that he believed his own lies."

Suddenly the music from inside becomes louder and they both turn their head towards the windows. "The final dance must have started..", Y/n mumbles and Satoru humms in agreement. "That's the only thing I'm going to miss when we leave here, the dancing. I never thought I could enjoy it so much." Satoru chuckles. "I am aware that you didn't attend many balls back home your highness, but we dance there too you know." She glances at him and smiles awkwardly. "I know that but... He is a very good dancer. I loved dancing with him." Satoru stills as Y/n looks down at the floor, almost embarrassed by her own words. "Is he now." Y/n can barely hear Satoru's grumbling over the loud orchestra. "What..?" But before she can ask, Satoru is standing right in front of her, bowing at the waist and extending his hand towards her. "May I have this dance, your highness?" The blush she had tried so hard to get rid off is right back. "What are you..." He grinns up at her. "Proving that you don't need that prick to enjoy dancing." She blushes even harder but chuckles. "In that case, I'd be honored, but I don't think can take another step in these horrendous shoes." She lifts the hem of her dress and glares at the perpetrators in question. "They're far too ugly to be this uncomfortable too." Satoru laughs and kneels down. "Here. I'll take them off for you." She frowns. "That's not really proper..." Satoru lift an eyebrow at her. "We won't be here much longer anyway, why would we care." Her frown disappears instantly and she smiles brightly at him. "You're right! Alright, then please help me get these things off." Satoru's eyes widen slightly when she smiles at him like that and he quickly leans down to reach for the heels. He swallows slightly as he lifts one of her feet. It turns out that taking something off for her feels very different from putting something on... When he pulls the second shoe off of her foot she sighs happily. "Thank the Gods. My feet were about to commit suicide." 

Satoru stands up, after throwing the shoes to the side. "Well then, your highness. May I finally have my dance now?" She sighs, "I was surprised you managed to ask it so politely the first time, I suppose I shouldn't expect you to do it a second time." He playfully scowls at her. "I was on my knees for you just seconds ago your highness, have some mercy." It is meant as a joke but the moment it comes out both of their eyes go wide and Y/n's cheeks flush once again. "Why would you say it like that you boorish idiot!" Satoru laughs at her indignant expression. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Now,-" he holds out his hand for her to take "shall we?" Y/n takes a deep breath and nods. 

The moment she steps into his arms she realizes, they have never danced together before. They have known each other for more than a year now, but not once did they share a dance, why? She looks up at Satoru as she puts her hand on his shoulder. "Why have I never seen you dance before? I know for a fact that you had many willing admirers, both here and back home It can't have been hard to find a partner." Satoru stills for a moment before putting his hand on her waist. "I just don't often meet ladies I would like to dance with." She hums in thought as he slowly guides her into a waltz. "Why have you never asked me to dance before? Do you not really want to dance with me now either?" His face contorts just barely noticeably. "I don't dance with taken women." Her mouth forms into a silent o. Then she looks down and smiles. So it wasn't that he didn't want to dance with her. 

"Y/n." Satoru's voice pulls her out of her thoughts and she looks up at him. His gaze is still on her. She feels a blush creep up her neck. The way he's looking at her feels very intimate somehow at this proximity... Suddenly she is also very aware of the press of his hand on her lower back. Not to mention the feeling of his muscles where she is holding onto him. She casts her gaze downwards again. Satoru suddenly switches to a slower dance and puts her other hand on his left shoulder, before putting his right hand on her waist. She quickly looks up at him. "Why.." He stares at her. "Why are you avoiding my eyes?" She blushes and presses her lips closed. She can't exactly tell him that being held by him like this is making her very confused. 

Satoru notices her distraction and smirks. Moving her into a twirl he makes her let out a small gasp, before catching her again and leading the both of them into a few quick, dizzying circles. Y/n squeals as he pulls her along with him. He is fast, but his movements are graceful and every step is precise and deliberate. She hates to admit it but he is good. Very good. She quickly gets used to his way of leading and within moments she sways along with him effortlessly. He knows exactly how to lead in such a way that she never knows what's coming next, but she can still follow him with ease. Her breath escapes her in an exhilarated laugh when he twirls and dips her so low she almost thinks he'll drop her. Thrilled at the speed with which they spin over the smooth, cold stones she smiles up at him brightly. His eyes are already trained on her face and she quickly looks away as soon as her eyes meet. Did she get too excited? She must have looked foolish. Satoru guides them into another turn and her skirt twirls around her ankles, making the decorations sparkle in the light of the lanterns. She looks at it intrigued. So it can actually be beautiful, in the right setting.

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Satoru frowns when she doesn't respond. "Do you dislike dancing with me your highness?" Y/n's head snaps up and she quickly shakes her head. "No, that's not- You're a great dancer. Even with him I have never had this much fun while dancing." Satoru's frown disappears and is replaced with a cocky smirk. "Oh really?" He leans in close, "So you like dancing with me better than with him?" His face is now only mere centimeters away from hers and her breath hitches in her throat. She looks away again and scrapes her throat. "You're already arrogant enough as is. I'm not planning to feed your ego any further." He frowns as she evades his eyes again. Lifting his fingers to tilt up her chin, he finally makes her face him. "Why do you keep looking away?" That's when he notices how flushed her face is. Her lips are slightly parted, and her eyes... Her pupils are blown wide, and she can't seem to meet his eyes. Instead her eyes are focused on... his mouth? For a moment he doesn't believe it, but then his face pulls into a smirk. "Ah. Your highness. If that's what you want I'm not complaining, you only have to say the word." Her eyes snap up to him. "What are you-?! I didn't.. I wasn't!" His smirk only widens at her rambling. He softly grabs her chin and leans in even closer, sending a shiver down Y/n's spine. He angles his head until their lips are only a breath apart. "Are you sure that this wasn't what you were thinking about? Your highness?" He can hear her breath hitch and he has to hold himself back from not just kissing her right then. He takes a deep breath to calm himself, but instead her sweet scent washes over him, only making things worse. 

Y/n presses her eyes shut as she feels his warm breath fan over her lips. He is so close... Is he really going to kiss her? Does she want him to? Does he even really want to? She keeps completely still, not knowing what to do. After a moment she feels him pull back and she hesitantly opens her eyes, scared to meet his gaze. His face is still so close... She tries not to stare at his lips, but her eyes keep being drawn to them. A thought suddenly comes over her. Is she drunk? She must be! Or at the very least tipsy. Otherwise she would never show such a lack of constraint, right? She shyly looks up at Satoru. Could he perhaps be drunk himself? Is that why he is behaving like this? One look at his face proves her wrong however. He is far too focused to be drunk. And his eyes... Is he? Looking at her lips? She feels her blush deepen. How did this happen?? 

Satoru stares at her face. He can't believe this is happening, but he is almost completely certain now. She wants to kiss him too, right? He softly titls her chin up again. "Your highness? Do you want me to kiss you?" He is struggling to keep his breathing calm at the sight of her soft lips, right in front of him. Those big, beautiful eyes of hers are blinking up at him and he prays that he didn't misunderstand the situation. Y/n hesitates for a moment and her eyes are looking everywhere but at him. "I.. I don't know.. I don't trust anything I'm feeling right now. And.. I don't want you to kiss me if you're just doing it because you feel bad for me.." Satoru chokes out a laugh and her eyes snap to him. "Your highness. Believe me, I have felt bad for many people, and never have I offered to kiss any of them. And, while I won't kiss you just to make you feel better," he grins wickedly, "I definitely AM planning to make you feel better." Y/n flushes and a shiver runs through her body. 

Satoru smirks and brushes his thumb over her cheek. "I never knew you could blush this easily. I like it." She flicks his fingers away and presses her hands to her face. "I didn't know either. And I don't like it." He chuckles. "If this is how you react when I haven't even kissed you yet, I wonder what other reactions I can get out of you." Y/n's eyes go wide and she smacks him on the chest. "What are you thinking you pervert!" He grabs her wrist and smirks, pulling her close. "You'll find out soon enough." She gasps as he pulls her fully against him. He takes her hands and puts them on his shoulders, before grabbing her waist. She looks up at him shyly and he smiles. "I quite liked this position before." She blushes. "Me too." Satoru shuts his eyes with a painful sigh. "You know. I'm trying very hard to be all patient, and gentlemanly and stuff but goddamn you're making it difficult." Y/n laughs. "If that is all it takes then you must not have a whole lot of self control." Satoru opens his eyes and stares at her. "Oh believe me. I have shown plenty of self control thus far. But now it's basically gone, so I'd not push me if I were you." 

Y/n instinctively feels that he is serious and that this is not the ideal time to tease him, so she just nods as he pulls her closer. Satoru smirks and softly grabs her chin. "Good girl." Her breath hitches as she looks up at him. He's so close... His gaze shifts from her eyes to her lips and he lets out a slow, deep breath, before looking her in the eyes again. "Can I kiss you?" His voice is deep and slightly hoarse. She can see the impatience in his eyes, and yet he is still being so gentle with her. She swallows away her nerves and nods hesitantly.

Satoru almost looks like he's in a daze when he slowly leans towards her, tilting her face up to meet him. But just before their lips touch he hesitates. "Are you sure? Y/n?" She stills under him. It's strange to hear her name from his lips, but.. She doesn't hate it. She nods, making her lips lightly graze his."Yes." Satoru feels a muscle in his jaw tick as her lips brush against his. He almost groans with the effort to take this slow, but he collects himself. He carefully tilts her head slightly to the side, putting his face next to hers.

Y/n can feel Satoru's breath on her ear as he whispers. “Don't take it back later.” Then, his lips on her skin, a soft kiss right under her ear that makes her shiver. She feels him smile, before he pulls away and tilts her face towards him, staring at her mouth. "That idiot." Then he's kissing her. The first thing she notices is how soft his lips are. She had expected them to be more rough, but the feeling of them against her own is smooth and sweet. Satoru is going slow for her at first, exploring her lips, and giving her time to get used to it. Y/n can feel her breath quicken as his lips carefully move with her own. Slowly, as he feels her adjust, the kiss becomes a bit more rough. His hand goes from her chin to the back of her neck and he weaves his fingers through her hair, pulling her mouth closer against his. He gently bites and sucks at her bottom lip, making her gasp slightly. He uses that chance to press open her mouth a bit further and push deeper. Y/n's breath hitches as Satoru's other hand moves to the small of her back, and he pulls her flush against his chest. Her head is completely empty. All she can think about is him. Hisbody pressing into her, his mouth, his hands, he is all around her. Every breath she takes is him, everything she touches is him, everything she feels is him. Her heart is pounding in her ears and her chest heaves with her breathing. 

As he licks into her mouth she notices how  sweet he tastes, still from the drinks they both had earlier. The taste of the wine on her tongue, combined with the adrenaline coursing through her body is making her dizzy. 

Y/n tightens her grip on Satoru's shoulders to steady herself, unwittingly pulling herself up and even closer to him, making him groan into the kiss. The deep sound sends a shiver through her whole body and she feels a strange tingle in her lower stomach. She unconsciously nestles her lower body closer into his and the hand in her hair tightens. She feels something start to press against her, but she is too far gone to even really take notice. With the hand in her hair Satoru pulls Y/n's head backwards, giving him better access to her mouth. His movements are much rougher now, Y/n almost feels like she is being devoured, but even as all these new feelings are making her nervous, she can't stop. 

Satoru slowly walks her backwards, without even breaking the kiss, until her lower back hits the balustrade. Without missing a beat he puts his hands around her waist and lifts her onto the edge. They're on the 3rd floor, so she's up at least 15 meters. He finally breaks the kiss, his hands still wrapped around her waist, and for a moment they're both breathless. Their panting is loud in the silent night air, and the warmth of their breath forms little white clouds between them. 

Satoru rests his forehead against hers. "You have no idea how glad I am that that idiot screwed up."  Y/n laughs quietly, still out of breath. "Yes. In a way it is fortunate I suppose." Satoru leans back to look at her. "Are you truly alright with this your highness?" Y/n just blinks at him. "It is a tad too late for that now is it not, after how far we have already gone." He smirks at her. "Oh but I'm planning to go so much further." She jolts and her eyes go wide. A blush creeps up her neck and she smacks him on the chest, where he catches her hand, keeping it pressed against him. Satoru grins wickedly and leans in. "So violent, your highness." Y/n unwittingly leans back a bit, to which his other hand moves from her waist to her lower back. "Tsk tsk, your highness, you should be more careful. Your father would have me hanged if you were to fall off a balcony on my watch." She glares at him, very aware of the warmth of his hand on her back. "My father would have you hanged for many of the things happening on your watch right now." Satoru chuckles. "Indeed he would." He leans even closer, not letting her lean away. "He would probably cut me down on the spot if he knew what I was thinking about right now." 

Y/n stares at him with wide eyes, unsure if she should be worried or aroused. Not that her body is giving her much of a choice in the matter, as an excited shiver runs up her back. "What are you thinking about?" Her throat is dry from the tension and her voice comes out a bit hoarse. Satoru tilts his head at her with a surprised, but pleased smirk. "Don't worry your highness, you'll find out soon enough."

Then, still holding her hand pressed against his chest, he closes the little distance left between them and roughly presses his lips on hers. For a moment she worries that the press of him against her will send her backwards over the edge, but his strong hand on her back keeps her steady. His tongue licks against her lips and she sighs as she lets him in. Unconsciously she grips onto his shirt with her hand, making him chuckle softly. He moves his hand off of hers and gently cradles her face, kissing her softly and sweetly. She melts into the kiss and brings up her other hand to place it against the side of his neck. It almost feels like he shivers at her touch, but she has no time to consider it as Satoru grabs the base of her hair and crashes his mouth into hers. All thoughts disappear and the only thing she can think of is his lips on hers and his hands on her body. The lack of oxygen leaves her dazed, but she doesn't want to pull away, the feeling of him against her is intoxicating and the excitement makes her head spin. 

Y/n feels how Satoru wedges his thigh between her knees, forcing open her legs and giving him the space to step even closer against her. She gasps at the sudden feeling of intimacy. Satoru is standing between her legs.. The indecent thoughts that force their way into her head leave her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. Satoru grins into the kiss. "What are you thinking about your highness?" He doesn't pull away, so with every word she can feel his lips brush against her own panting mouth. She presses her lips together. "Nothing." The blush doesn't seem to want to go away and she curses her traitorous body. "No need to be embarrassed your highness, I'm probably having far more shameful thoughts than you right now." 

Y/n's eyes snap up to meet his own and for a change he doesn't seem to be teasing her. Satoru is looking down at her with his pupils blown wide, his mouth open from the panting and his lips swollen, just like hers. Her throat goes dry and she swallows. She has never seen anything as erotic as him at that moment. And, he is standing right between her legs. She can feel her heartbeat in her throat and anxiously bites her lip, unable to look away from him. His eyes are pulled to her mouth and she stills. His hand moves to her face and he gently lets his thumb run over her bottom lip, still swollen from his rough kisses. He mumbles something under his breath, but she can't hear him over the sound of her own thunderous heart. 

He leans in slowly, and ever so sweetly presses a long, soft kiss to her lips. He keeps pressing his lips to hers again and again, never deepening the kiss, just enjoying the feeling of her soft mouth against his own. Y/n's eyes have long since fluttered closed as she lets herself melt into him. She slides her hands up his chest. First to his shoulders and then to the back of his head, running them through his silky soft hair. She weaves her fingers through it and tugs gently, pulling him closer. He groans against her lips and his hands move down to her hips, making her breathing stutter for a moment. His strong fingers dig into her skin as he suddenly pulls her even closer, so very close.. Until his hips are pressed flush against hers. She gasps and he uses the opportunity to delve into her mouth, stealing her breath once again. 

All the sensations are overwhelming her, but the only thing Y/n knows is that it's still not enough, she wants even more, she needs him even closer. She puts one arm around his neck to pull his chest down against hers, her other hand still woven through his hair. He must like it when she pulls on it, because he again groans into her mouth, digging his fingers into her hips. Y/n can feel a warm feeling start to pool in her stomach and she unwittingly pushes herself against him, until she suddenly feels something press between her legs. Satoru's breathing falters for a moment as he gasps. She thinks he might break the kiss, but instead he immediately dives back into her, even rougher than before. And now he is pulling her against him. All the way against him.. She can feel him press into her and to her own shock a soft moan escapes from her lips. Satoru's hands tense on her hips and she's sure that she will have his fingers painted on her skin tomorrow, but she can't bring herself to care. The feeling of him pressing into her center is sending a shiver of excitement through her whole body, leaving goosebumps all over her arms and back. 

Satoru is struggling to hold back. Her body in his hands, her chest pressed up against him, her mouth on his and especially, the feeling of her hips pressing into him, is driving him absolutely mad. The blood rushes in his ears and his vision is becoming hazy as he feels his excitement building. Y/n isn't much better off. When he leans back slightly she looks dazed, with hooded eyes and her lips slightly parted. The feeling he gets when he looks down at her can really only be described as hunger. He is so unbelievably hungry for her that it feels as if he is truly starving. He needs to have her, but he knows he has to take it slow. Even the fact that he gets to have her at all still feels unreal, so he at least needs to do this right. Y/n slightly shifts her hips and immediately he feels her rub into him again. A groan rumbles deep in his throat. This is going to be the end of him. He tightens his grip on her hips and pulls her flush against him, earning a loud moan from her mouth. He shudders and can almost imagine the heat of her center through her dress. Gods what he wouldn't give to rip that stupid fucking dress. 

He leans in to gently kiss her lips, to which she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Damn, he seriously can't believe his own luck. He pushes into her mouth and at the same time he presses his hips into her. She moans against him and rolls her hips, instinctively looking for friction. Another groan escapes him and he ruts into her, his constraint wearing very thin. She's now just non-stop whimpering as he continuously rolls his hips between her own. He feels her legs wrap around him and his head almost goes blank. He has to grit his teeth to not  give into his instincts to just fuck her right here and now. 

Y/n gasps as suddenly she is lifted into the air, away from the balustrade. Satoru steps back from the edge and walks them over to one of the stone benches on the balcony. Not once does he break the kiss, even when he carefully sits down, letting Y/n down on his lap, he. Her dress is pushed up in the process so that it now pools over her thighs, but no longer folds between her legs. This means that the only things left separating them are his suit pants and her undergarments. Y/n is too far gone to even be abashed about it, but she is acutely aware of the warmth of his warmth radiating against her skin. Satoru's hands are still resting on her hips when he presses her down against him, pulling a surprised moan from her and making her break the kiss. Satoru starts to roll his hips up against her, resulting in his hardness pressing almost directly into her. A string of whimpering moans spills from Y/n's throat, as her hands look for support on his shoulders. 

Satoru's eyes are glued to Y/n's face as he keeps rolling his hips up into her, greedily taking in all of her sounds and expressions. She is so soft against him and the feeling of her heat rubbing against him is enough to nearly send him over the edge. She moves her hips along with his guiding hands and the sight of her on his lap like this makes him groan. Satoru brings up one hand to thread his fingers through Y/n's hair and pull her lips to his. His kiss swallows her breath along with all of her whimpers and Y/n wraps her arms back around his neck, tugging him closer.

Suddenly, Satoru hears a soft click as the balcony doors open. He opens his eyes and glances over Y/n's  shoulder. For a moment what he sees surprises him, but then he grins against her lips. The crown prince's mouth has fallen open with shock at the sight of his fiancée in Satorus's arms. Still in shock the man takes a step towards the pair, as if planning to break them up. Satoru chuckles at his forlorn expression and pulls his lips away from the dazed princess, who has absolutely no idea of what's happening behind her. She is completely engrossed in the way Satoru is sucking and kissing at her mouth, with his hips rolling against her center. A wicked idea starts forming in Satoru's mind and he is barely able to keep the evil grin off of his face. He's going to make that cheating, worthless bastard wish he were dead. 

Satoru leans back on the bench, pulling Y/n along with him. He throws a look over her shoulder and meets the crown prince's eyes, who seems to have at least slightly recovered from the shock and is now glaring at him absolutely furious. Satoru tilts his head and grins mockingly. Then, while keeping eye contact with her fiance, he grinds his hips upwards against Y/n. Hard. Pulling a loud moan from her lips. A satisfied smirk pulls on his mouth, both because of Y/n's reaction and the prince's absolutely devastated expression. He feels like he can basically see the guy's heart shatter into a million pieces. It's beautiful. 

But Satoru isn't done yet. This is the jerk that Y/n had given her whole life to, and he is also the one who threw all that right back in her face, just because he wasn't able to keep it in his pants. He scowls at the piece of trash in question, before mouthing four words at him. "She is mine now." Then he grins cruelly, before wrapping his hand in Y/n's hair and gently tilting her head to the side, exposing her throat. The prince's eyes go wide as he understands Satorus's intention, but Satoru just smirks at him before leaning down and harshly sucking on the soft skin in the crook of Y/n's neck. Y/n gasps but it soon turns into a whimper when he starts to gently kiss and suck around the sensitive spot, which quickly turns darker. The prince just stands there, trembling with rage, not knowing what to do, but unable to look away. Satoru smiles smugly at the sight of his fists, balled at his sides, before leaning down one more time. He places one last, lingering kiss on Y/n's exposed throat, while staring right into her fiancé's eyes. Then he breaks eye contact and moves his gaze back to Y/n. 

The crown prince is frozen in place, his mind unwilling to accept that what he's seeing is truly reality. On the one hand he wants to run away, but at the same time he can't seem to leave, knowing that she'll be alone with.. Him. 

Meanwhile Satoru pulls his pocket square from his shirt and refolds the piece of fabric. When he brings up the newly folded blindfold and puts it over Y/n's eyes she lets out a small surprised gasp. "Satoru, what..." He shushes her and puts a hand against her cheek. "Do you trust me your highness?" Y/n hesitates only for a moment, before nodding slowly. Satoru smirks and places a quick kiss on her forehead. "Good girl." Y/n blushes despite herself and squeaks when he suddenly picks her up again, before carefully putting her down on the bench.

Satoru gently guides her to lean against the backrest, before kneeling at her feet. "Is this the position you found the crown prince in earlier?" He says it loud enough for the man in question to hear him, and he smiles at his shocked inhale. Y/n's frown is hidden behind the blindfold. "What? What do you mean is this the posi- Oh. Oh Gods Satoru what are you doing?!" Her hands are reaching for him blindly and he grabs them with his own, before pressing a kiss to them both. "Just making sure that you're even." He kisses her hands one more time before setting them down at her sides. Y/n's voice sounds timid when she speak up. "Satoru.. Are you sure? If you're doing this because you feel bad for me..." Satoru scoffs at her words. "Your highness. You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this." He makes sure to position himself in such a way that nothing can be seen from behind him, and slowly lets his hands slide up her legs. She shudders at the feeling of his warm hands on her skin, jumping a little when he reaches the edges of her underwear. Satoru looks up at her questioningly, even though he knows she can't see him. He runs his thumb over the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. "You don't have to worry about whether I want this. The only question is whether you will let me." Y/n shivers under his fingers and bites her lip in hesitation. "Satoru.. I don't know.. I have never.." Satoru smiles at her stammering, before raising one of her legs with his hand and pushing her dress up, just enough to bare her knee. He gently presses a kiss to the inside, making her breath stutter. "Please? Y/n? I'll make you feel so good." The hesitation is clearly visible on her face, but still she nods nervously, answering with a meek whisper. "Alright." 

The crown prince can't believe what he's seeing. Was she really going to let him..? Was she really letting another man.. Let THAT bastard, touch her? He can feel his teeth grind against each other with how hard he is clenching his jaws. Does this mean that he had been right all along? Had she really been sleeping with that man after all?! He scowls at himself. No. He knows she wouldn't do that. It was just as she had said, she COULDN'T do that, unlike him... Deep inside he had known that all along. But it wasn't his fault that he strayed! It was their close bond had driven him to do it! Who was that guy to have his fiancee, HIS future wife, look at him with such fondness?! What made him so special?? He glares at the knight's back, at the back of the man kneeling in front of HIS fiancee, HIS woman, the love of his life.. The prince's fists are balled at his sides. He wants to hit the guy, absolutely beat him to a pulp and pull her away from him. But he can't do that. He presses his eyes shut in frustration. If he were to try, not only would he probably be the one to end up on the floor, even if he didn't... His gaze lands on Y/n's face. How would she look at him? With disgust? Hatred? Or worse, would she ignore him entirely and only look at her knight..? His face contorts. He wouldn't be able to handle that... As he keeps gazing at her face wistfully, Y/n nods her head. He frowns. What did he ask her? Then, as if to answer his question, the kneeling man looks back at him and.. Grins. The knight takes Y/n's leg and carefully hooks it over his shoulder. The crown prince pales. No... Please.. No.. He feels his stomach turn when he sees Satoru bend his head and, ever so gently, press a kiss to Y/n's skin. Y/n's beautiful, soft, perfect skin. The skin of his beloved. He can't look at this! He can't handle this! He whips his head around, averting his eyes from the image that he knows will haunt his dreams. The irony isn't lost on him. He is being forced to witness the exact same thing his love had had to witness. Y/n, with another man kneeling between her legs. Will she moan his name? The thought makes his stomach lurch again and the sudden pain in his chest has him bending over. He has to get out of here! He almost stumbles over his own feet in his haste to turn around. For a moment he freezes, scared that Y/n might have heard him, but the only thing he can hear behind him is a low chuckle. He grits his teeth in humiliation and basically runs for the door, slamming it closed behind him.

Y/n startles. "What was that?!" Satoru shakes his head, his hair tickling on her leg. "Nothing important. Probably just the wind." He chuckles to himself. He'll tell her later. It's easy to picture how she will react. At first she'll probably hit him, yell at him that he's an idiot, and then, when she's calmed down, she will smile wickedly. She will laugh and say that it's karma. Perfect revenge maybe even. She's not nearly as sweet and innocent as she has everyone believe she is after all. He presses another kiss to her leg, making her shiver. And that's exactly why he likes her so much. 

Satoru slides his hands up Y/n's thighs and feels goosebumps form at his touch. He rubs circles on the soft, sensitive skin, slowly making his way up, getting closer and closer. Y/n balls her hands against the cold stone of the bench, nervously biting her bottom lip. Satoru's ministrations have finally brought him to the inner line of her underwear and Y/n holds her breath at how close his fingers are. So close to her center. Satoru puts his left hand around her knee, keeping it in place on his shoulder, while the other one keeps moving further up, sliding over the smooth fabric covering her. He takes a deep, shuddering breath as finally, finally, he can feel his fingers softly gliding over her most intimate parts. At the same time Y/n gasps above him and grabs the hand holding her leg, trying to make him let go. But Satoru doesn't even budge, he isn't planning on stopping here. He grins and playfully licks at the side of her thumb, before softly sucking at the spot. Y/n yelps and pulls back her hand, pressing it against her chest. The feeling of his warm mouth.. A shiver runs up her spine. Satoru greedily takes in the expressions flashing over her face, before turning his attention back to the warmth between her legs. He is touching her... He grits his teeth. He needs to calm down. 

After taking a deep breath, he slowly starts brushing his thumb over the soft ridges of her center. He is gentle at first, just barely grazing her. She shudders under his touch, her warmth seeping through the fabric of her undergarments. The heat against his skin makes Satoru acutely aware of how little is left now between her and his fingers. It's just a thin, flimsy piece of cloth. It would be so easy to rip it.. He grits his teeth and shakes off the thought. Slow. He's going to take this slow.

Satoru keeps brushing languid circles over the fabric, increasing the pressure little by little, until Y/n is squirming under his touch. He can feel the shape of her folds through the fabric, and with every press of his thumb, it becomes a bit more damp. She's so warm.. So soft.. This is going to drive him completely insane. He breathes out shakely as he makes a smaller circle, right on her most sensitive spot. Y/n's body shocks at the feeling, her leg on his shoulder keeping her from pulling away. Instead she tries to press her legs together, but Satoru is prepared and his arm against her thigh doesn't move even a centimeter. 

He tuts at her. "Tsk Tsk Tsk your highness. You told me I could remember? Not going back on your word now are you?" Y/n flushes. "It is too sensitive, and I do not recall making a single promise." Satoru chuckles deeply, completely ignoring half of her sentence. "Sensitive you say? Oh I'm going to have so much fun.. I wonder what kind of sounds I can have you make." Y/n's cheeks flush even brighter. "Satoru!" The indignation in her voice makes him chuckle again as he shushes her. "Don't worry your highness, because while you may not have made a promise, I did, remember? I promised to make you feel good. You won't force me to break a promise now will you." Satoru can't see her eyes, but he just knows that Y/n is glaring at him right now. He grins. "As expected of your highness. This humble servant thanks you for your mercy." Y/n scoffs but then immediately squeaks as Satoru rubs his thumb over her sweet spot. "Prick." Her voice comes out hoarse and Satoru smiles smugly. He presses down and draws a line right through the middle of her center, making her moan in surprise. The sound causes Satoru to just blink stupidly for a moment. This was going to be hell. He can feel himself throbbing. The combination of her warmth against his hand, and her voice... Dear Gods.

Satoru slowly starts repeating the movement. His thumb slides through the middle of her center and he can feel the fabric getting damper and damper as he presses it into her. With every touch he can hear soft sighs and moans falling from her lips, although it seems like she is still trying to hide them. He grins. That won't work for long. Increasing the pressure, he starts drawing lazy circles against the fabric, pushing it to rub into her sensitive skin. He starts with big circles, over her whole center. The increased press of his touch makes her gasp and Satoru smiles. A bit louder already. Good. Next, he makes the circles smaller and smaller, until he is only rubbing down between her folds. Now Y/n can't keep her moans to herself anymore. The feeling of his fingers pressing and rubbing the smooth fabric against her sensitive parts is too much.

The sound of her voice only makes Satoru more eager to discover how loud he can get her to be. He slowly starts rubbing further and further up, until his thumb is pressing and circling over her most sensitive spot. A string of loud, whimpering moans falls from her lips and both of her hands shoot out to grab at his arm. But even with two hands, she isn't getting anywhere and Satoru keeps stubbornly rubbing circles over the sensitive button. The damp smooth fabric is being pressed and rubbed against her under the pressure of his thumb and Y/n whimpers and cries at the intensity of the feeling. She can feel the tension building in her lower stomach and her whole body feels hot. She is going to come soon. Satoru is going to make her come. Heat rushes to her cheeks. She can't let him see her like that! If she lets him do that to her she can never go back. But his arm in her hands is solid and immovable. None of her shaky, half dazed efforts are having any effect. She whimpers, "Satoru, please, stop! I can't.. We can't!" Satoru's eyes turn dark as he looks at her face. Then he smiles humorlessly. "Too late." His thumb presses down against her, hard. Y/n bends over with a cry as the tension and heat explode and she comes undone against his fingers. She's seeing stars from what is probably the most intense orgasm she has ever had and her nails dig into Satoru's arm, looking for support. 

Satoru keeps drawing slow, gentle circles over her, working her through her orgasm, until the shaking has finally subsided. Y/n again weakly pushes at his arm. This time he lets himself be pushed away and he pulls back. Carefully he lifts her leg off of his shoulder and sets it back on the ground. Rubbing comforting circles on her knees, he pushes her legs together to make her feel less vulnerable. 

Y/n's hands are trembling. This can't be real. What has she done? What has she done?! Why did she let him do that? He was her best friend. And now? What now? She can feel her breathing speeding up, becoming irregular. She's starting to hyperventilate. The realization makes her panic even more, only making things worse. Her hands are really shaking now, her whole body is, is she having a panic attack? She sobs. She can't control it. Her breathing, her tears, her mind, none of it. She presses her hands against her face, against the blindfold, which isn't stopping her tears. She folds over, trying to curl into herself. Her breath comes in gasps and she is starting to feel lightheaded. Her thoughts are raging and she can't seem to stop them. ‘WHY DID I DO THIS?! HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID?! MY WHOLE LIFE JUST FELL APART AND WHAT DO I DO?! I GO AND HOOK UP WITH THE ONE PERSON! THE ONE PERSON! I CAN'T BEAR TO LOSE RIGHT NOW!?’

She is still bent over. Her face gripped in her hands, with tears streaming down her cheeks and her lungs are wheezing to get enough air. Then, suddenly, she is pulled from her thoughts by two big, warm hands, covering her own ice cold ones. At first when he tries to pull hers away she resists, but she doesn't have the strength, so she gives up and lets him take her hands in his. She is still sobbing however, her breathing labored as her whole body shakes with panic. "Hey. Y/n." Satoru's voice is soft and gentle, but it only makes her cry harder. Why did she have to go and ruin everything?! Now she's going to lose him too! She'll be all alone. Satoru lets go of her hands and slowly reaches for her blindfold. When she realizes what he's doing, Y/n's hands shoot up to keep the cloth pressed over her eyes. No. She can't! She can't look at him right now. She can't can't let him see her.. What if he's looking at her differently now? A sob racks her body. Satoru carefully undoes the knot in the fabric, making sure not to accidentally pull on her hair. Once it's loose he brings his hands to hers. "Y/n? Will you please look at me?" She jerkily shakes her head, her breathing sounding raspy from crying. He sighs. "Y/n. Please?" But she again, weakly shakes no, trying to back away from him.

Satoru frowns and sits back, before suddenly reaching forward and picking her up. Y/n yelps, as he takes her in his arms, and sits back on the bench, putting her sideways on his lap. She struggles a bit at first, trying to get back up, but Satoru isn't having it, his grip on her not giving one bit. She feels too weak to fight back much, and slowly, as he holds her pressed close against his chest, her breathing and sobbing start to calm down. Even still, she can't bring herself to look at him and doesn't let go of the blindfold. Satoru waits patiently for her to relax a bit. Looking down at her face, he can still see her chin quivering as she tries to stop crying. What could she possibly be so upset about? What is she so scared of? He reaches for her face to brush away her tears. "Y/n? Please tell me what's wrong?" She hiccups and softly shakes her head, still not wanting to look at him. Satoru frowns and is finally done waiting. With one hand he grabs both of her wrists and pulls them back, making the blindfold fall down on her lap. The sight of her eyes sends a jolt through his heart, because Y/n looks completely devastated. He presses his hand to her cheek as he frowns in concern. "Y/n, what is it? Please tell me what's wrong?" Y/n's lip wobbles and her eyes gleam with more tears as she looks up at him. He has never seen her this scared, this vulnerable before. He hates it.

When Y/n first opens her mouth, no sound comes out, and as soon as it does, it's hoarse and raw from the crying. Her voice is so soft that Satoru almost can't hear her. "Are you going to leave?" He looks down at her silently for a moment, blinking stupefied. "What?" She flushes, embarrassed, but still repeats her question. "Are you going to leave me?" Satoru slowly shakes his head in disbelief. "What? Why would I leave you?" Y/n shakes her head. "I don't mean here, not now. I mean, after what we did.. Will you still.. Can we still.." She hesitates for a moment. "Can we still be the same? Or... did I ruin everything?" 

Satoru finally understands what's going on and another pang goes through his heart. She thinks she's going to lose him and it's all his fault. Dear heavens he's such an idiot, how could he possibly not have thought about this. He looks at her with a pained expression, before bending down to lean his forehead against hers. "God's.. Y/n. I'm so, so sorry." He presses a kiss to her hair. "You didn't ruin anything, I promise. You did absolutely nothing wrong. I was the one who came onto you. It's my fault. You didn't do anything." He rubs his thumb over her cheek, leaning back to look at her. Y/n looks up at him with a forlorn expression. "You promise? So.. Nothing will change? Can we still be friends?" Satoru flinches, but nods. "Of course. If you don't want it to, nothing has to change at all. We will go back to how it was before and forget this ever even happened." 

Y/n frowns. "Forget..?" Satoru nods at her reassuringly, forcing a smile. "If that's what you want." Y/n averts her eyes and stares down at her hands. "Can you...Forget?". She looks back up at him, her expression unsure, and... Hurt? "Do you want to forget?" Satoru blinks at her, unsure what will hurt her more, the truth, or lies. Then he frowns at himself. No. Even if it would hurt her, he'd still tell her the truth, she doesn't deserve to be lied to. He sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, while trying to think of what to say. When he looks at her again, Y/n looks almost scared. Satoru wonders if what he's about to tell her is exactly what she's so afraid of.. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst. "No. No, I can't forget, and no, I don't want to either. But, If it's what you want, then I will. I will forget, and I will act like it never even happened. Everything will be back to how it was before, and I will just be your friend again." He smiles miserably and puts his hand to her face."So. Whatever you chose. You won't lose me. I won't leave you, no matter what." He gently rubs his thumb over her soft skin, knowing that this is probably the last time he'll get to hold her like this. 

Y/n is looking up at him, her expression conflicted. When she finally speaks up, he can't really hear her. "What if I don't want you to..." He just absentmindedly keeps stroking her cheek. "Hm?" "What if I do not want you to forget?" His eyes snap up. "What?" Y/n blushes. "I said, what if I did not wish for you to forget... Would that be bad?" Satoru just stares at her for a moment, before laughing dryly. "I mean. It's not bad, per se. But don't you think it's a bit weird to want your friend to remember making out with you?" She blushes even brighter before looking down. "Yes. I suppose it is..." Satoru raises his eyebrows in confusion. "Why don't you want me to forget? Do you want to torture me or something?" The last part is said as a joke, even though it really isn't all that funny to him. Y/n quickly shakes her head. "It's not that, I just... I don't like the thought of forgetting it.. Or you forgetting it." She looks up at him. "That's foolish is it not?"

Satoru frowns, before leaning down and pushing her chin up with his fingers. He brings his face closer to hers, while searching her eyes and mumbling, "That depends..." He slightly tilts his head, getting even closer, before looking down at her mouth and then back at her eyes. His lips almost brush hers and Y/n's breath hitches in her throat. He's so, so close. Is he going to kiss her again? She lightly parts her lips, as she looks from his mouth to his eyes. The way he's looking at her is giving her shivers. She shouldn't kiss him, she knows that, but he's so close... 

Satoru keeps his eyes trained on Y/n's face and notices how not only isn't she backing away, she's looking at him... He can feel his heart speed up as he sees how big her pupils are. She doesn't want him to forget... Is this why? He doesn't allow himself to have hope just yet however. First, he should.. Test it.. He looks down at her mouth one more time, before looking her in the eyes, and slowly leaning in, until his lips just barely brush against hers. Her eyes flutter closed. A shuddering breath escapes him, before his hand grips the back of her neck and he crashes his lips into hers. Y/n moans, sounding surprised. Satoru groans at the sound and presses her body closer to him, as he licks into her mouth. Gods he can't believe this. When he first kissed her earlier tonight, he hadn't properly thought about it at all, and he almost ruined everything. He almost lost her. But here she is again, in his arms, kissing him and moaning his name. So she wants him too, or at least, she wants his body. He winces, but.. That's enough for now. 

Y/n shifts in his lap and a low groan escapes him as she rubs against him. Fuck. He had been so calm before, completely in control. Now be is throbbing, and his mind is still reeling from the complete 360 of the situation. Gods, and he can feel her body through her dress, so soft, so warm, pressing against him everywhere. His mind goes to how she'd felt against his fingers earlier, and he curses inwardly. Would she be just as hot, just as wet now? The sound that rumbles in his throat is almost a growl, when he picks Y/n up by the waist and turns her on his lap, so that she's now facing him, her knees on either side of his legs. She makes a surprised sound, but doesn't struggle when he guides her to sit down. His hands are still on her waist and Y/n moans when he suddenly presses her down against something hard. She blushes as she understands what it is, but Satoru is keeping her down on him. When she looks up, the intensity in Satoru's face makes her shudder. He's staring at her. And not in the same way as earlier. He looks about ready to just take her. The thought makes heat pool in her stomach. Is this what she wants? Does she want him? She knows that she does now... But then what will happen later? Her thought process is interrupted when Satoru harshly rutts his hips up against her. She moans as his hardness rubs into her. Oh Gods what's happening to her? She puts her hands against his chest as he keeps slowly thrusting up. Her forehead is pressed down against his shoulder as she softly whimpers with every move he makes. 

She feels his breath on her ear, and then his voice, low and rumbling. "What were you thinking about so hard? Do I have to work harder to keep you from getting distracted?" A sharp thrust right against her center makes her cry out into her hand. Satoru chuckles darkly. "That won't do..." She feels a soft nip at her ear, and then his warm mouth, sucking at her earlobe. Despite herself, a broken moan spills from her lips. She whines as he keeps softly licking at her ear, sometimes lightly biting at it. He is going to drive her crazy. With everything he does she can feel herself become more wet and sparks are shooting through her core. 

All the while he keeps his strong grip on her waist, keeps pushing her down. The pressure of him between her legs is almost too much, but he's not letting go, steadily rutting into her. With every thrust she can feel her dress slip a little more. Bit by bit it's being pushed away, out from between her legs. So, soon, the only thing left to protect her, will be the thin fabric of her undergarments. Her center starts tingling at the thought and she blushes. What is she thinking? It's not like he will actually.. He won't.. ? Right? They couldn't... 

Before she can finish the thought however, the last piece of her dress is pushed out from under her, and his next thrust is right against her center. Her head shoots up as a surprised gasp sounds from her mouth. When she meets Satoru's eyes, his hard stare is already fixed on her. His face is almost expressionless, only his dilated pupils, and slight panting give away how he's feeling. He grins at her wolfishly. "What is wrong, your highness? You look a bit flushed." He ruts his hips up against her and Y/n whines. She doesn't even have the energy, or the state of mind to glare at him right now. "Satoru.. Ahh.." She had meant to say it in a reprimanding tone, but the press of him between her legs makes her whimper despite herself. Her eyes are half-closed at this point, so she doesn't see Satoru's eyes go wide. She does however, feel his grip tighten around her waist, and then him pulling her closer, until she's sitting flush against him. Her chest pressing into his, and his hardness sitting right against her, so that with even the tiniest movement she can feel him rubbing into her. Her eyes flutter open to meet his and the way he is staring at her makes her shudder.

"Why did you have to go and do that.." His voice is low and raspy and the look in his eyes makes her blush. Unconsciously, she slightly parts her lips as she looks at him, her gaze taking in his slightly messy hair and his partly unbuttoned shirt, showing his collarbones. Satoru groans at the sight of her. Why the hell does she have to look so seductive like this? She doesn't even know what she's doing but that face she's making is basically just begging for him to fuck her. Satoru's hands release their grip on Y/n's waist, and with one he tilts up her chin, while the other slides down to rest on her hip. Her eyes are glossed over when she meets his own. Her mind is far too occupied with the feeling of him between her legs, to focus on anything else. Satoru stares at her in fascination, slowly brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. If she looks like this now, then what would she look like if he were to- He grits his teeth, trying to suppress his treacherous thoughts, but the feeling of her pressing down on him, and the sight of her flushed face.. Gods he wants to fuck her. Rip those clothes off and sink into her. Make her scream as he pushes himself to the hilt. He just knows that the face she'll make will be beautiful. He clenches his jaw. He wants to have her, but.. Will she let him? 

Y/n's eyes are still dazed when Satoru softly presses his lips to hers, and she automatically parts hers for him. A smug grin tugs on his lips as he pulls her face closer. So good for him. He kisses her gently at first, but within moments they are both panting. Satoru unconsciously starts to rut up into her again, almost instinctively. Y/n loudly moans into the kiss, and he swallows the sound as he crashes his lips into hers even harder. Y/n's hips rock from the force of his thrusts and he moves his hands to her hips to keep her pressed flush against him. A stream of whimpers sounds against Satoru's mouth as he keeps rubbing into her. She resists a bit at first, trying to move her hips away from him, but soon she leans into his thrusts as her orgasm keeps getting closer. Satoru grits his teeth against the waves of pleasure washing over him, with every stroke against her center. He has never had this much trouble controlling himself before, but just the feeling of Y/n rocking her hips against him, is pushing him dangerously close to the edge. He groans and grips her hips, guiding her to glide her up and down his length. He's pressing her flush against him, so that her sensitive button is rubbed into him over and over. Y/n's moans sound against his lips as she completely gives herself over to him. The feeling of his hard length pressing right between her folds, and his strong hands moving her against him, are making her core throb with need. She can feel the pressure building as heat and pleasure flood her body. His mouth on hers makes it hard to breath and the lack of oxygen is making her dizzy, which only makes the feeling of her approaching orgasm even more intense. She wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer, pressing her chest to his as he keeps moving her hips, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. His hands pull her over him faster and faster, until finally, he thrusts his own hips up, and Y/n's eyes roll back as she comes. A string of broken whimpers spilling from her lips as she falls against his chest, with waves of pleasure shuddering through her body. Satoru wraps his arms around her and holds her close until her orgasm subsides.

Y/n is pretty sure she almost blacked out just now. Her orgasms have never been this intense before.. Her head is laying on Satoru's shoulder as he presses soft kisses to her temple, while weaving his fingers through her hair. She shuts her eyes from how nice it feels. He can be so gentle.. But that thought is shattered instantly when he speaks up. "Y/n." His voice is rough and low and the sound of it sends a spark straight to her core. She opens her eyes to look at him. The intensity of his gaze makes her shudder. He slowly pushes a lock of her hair behind her ear, before taking her face in his hand. "Y/n. Take them off." She freezes in his arms. "What?" His eyes don't leave hers for even a second. "Your undergarments. Take them off." Y/n can feel her face turn bright red and her voice is squeaky when it finally comes out. "You want me, to take them off?" A smirk pulls on Satoru's lips. "Or I can do it for you." She flushes even deeper. "Why.... Do you want them off?" Satoru slightly tilts his head at her, still half smiling. "You know exactly why." He slides one of his hands under her dress and up her bare leg, until his fingers are pressed against the drenched fabric covering her center. Satoru grins as Y/n whines at his touch,but then his smile disappears and he stares at her expressionlessly. "So. If you don't want this. I suggest you get up, and return to your chambers." 

Y/n flinches and pales under his gaze, realizing that he is giving her a chance to back out. One last chance. If she doesn't walk away now, she knows how it will end. Her throat goes dry but she isn't sure if it's because of fear or arousal. Maybe it's both. She tries to think rationally, but her brain is so foggy.. She wants him so badly, but what will happen after? What will happen to them? "Y/n." Satoru's voice is a low warning. She has to decide right now. Y/n clenches her teeth and slowly, unwraps her arms from around his neck, putting her hands against his chest. She pushes herself away from him and carefully climbs off of his lap. All the while, Satoru keeps his eyes trained on her, trying to hold himself back from grabbing her and pulling her back. He almost scowls at himself. Why did he ever think she would stay? Y/n stands in front of him, meeting his gaze, although she seems to struggle with it. She takes a step back and Satoru grits his teeth. Fuck he's such an idiot for thinking she'd give herself to him. A sharp pain shoots through his chest at the thought of her leaving him behind like this. He balls his hands, which are now empty, in fists at his sides. He's about to avert his eyes, unable to keep looking at her, but then, Y/n reaches down for the hem of her dress, and Satoru freezes. There's no way.. He notices her downcast eyes, the blush on her cheeks, and her lips, which are pressed tightly together. He chuckles softly in disbelief. She's not leaving.

Slowly, Y/n move her hands under her dress, hooking her fingers behind the string which is keeping her undergarments tied around her waist. She can feel her chest flush with embarrassment as she pulls it loose and lets it fall to her feet, which are still hidden under the layers of her dress. Carefully, she steps forward, out of the piece of clothing, and towards Satoru. She's acutely aware of how close he is, and of the fact that now, there is nothing left covering her. With great effort, she manages to force her eyes up to meet his. The wolfish look on his face is enough to make her knees feel weak and she is tempted to take a step back again. But before she can move, his hands are around her waist and he's pulling her towards him, until she's standing between his knees. Her heart is beating like crazy and the heat of his hands feels like it's burning right through her dress. Is she really going to do this? Satoru's gaze has her frozen in place, and even though she wants to, she can't seem to look away from him. His breathing is shallow, just like hers, and she imagines her own pupils must be just as wide as his. His thumbs rub her sides over the fabric of her dress. "Are you certain?" It sounds like he's almost forcing out the words. 

Y/n hesitates for a moment but nods. She knows she shouldn't do this, shouldn't want this, but... She does. She does want this, she wants him. Looking down at him like this, with his soft hair, perfect face and amazing body, of which she had only ever seen glimpses so far. She swallows nervously. If those few glimpses were anything to go by... "Y/n." His voice pulls her from her thoughts and her gaze moves from his chest to his eyes. Satoru has an insufferably smug grin plastered on his face. "You'll see it soon enough, don't worry." She feels her cheeks flush with embarrassment and indignation. That arrogant little... But her annoyance disappears in a flash when his hands pull on her waist again. "Sit down." His voice is low and quiet, but it's somehow still so commanding that without a second thought, she climbs back onto his lap.

Only a moment later she is met with the realisation of what exactly that means for her. She blushes furiously as she tries to fold her dress under her, in an attempt to have something, anything, keep her from sitting on his lap completely bare. But with one hand Satoru grabs both of her wrists and pulls them away. With the other, he tugs the dress from under her, making her squeak, while trying to struggle free of his grip. He tuts. "No no, your highness. No more hiding away from me." She glares at him. "That is easy for you to say. You are still fully dressed." Satoru raises an eyebrow at her with an amused smile. "Oh. Is that the issue? Well I was planning on taking care of that soon enough, but if you would prefer for me to get naked right now instead, I won't complain." He grins at her shocked expression before bringing her hands to his chest. "Go ahead." Y/n blinks at him completely taken aback. "What?" He tilts his head at her in fake confusion. "You wanted me to get naked, did you not? So help me undress. Or do you not know how?" Y/n flushes, both from annoyance, as well as the prospect of undressing him. "Do not mock me." She nervously chews on her bottom lip, before reaching for the highest button of his shirt. Her fingers tremble slightly, making it far more difficult than it should have been. Every now and then, her nails accidentally graze his skin, and she thinks she can hear his breath hitch a bit. Then, finally, she undoes the last button and lets his shirt fall open.

Y/n's breath catches in her throat as she looks at him. Has he always looked like this? Her lips slightly part looking at the muscles in his chest and stomach. How in the world did he become so strong? Of course she knew that he was a knight, but was this normal? Her eyes shoot up to meet him. "Do all knights look like this?" Satoru's smug expression is immediately replaced by a suspicious glare. "Why do you want to know that?" Y/n blinks up at him innocently. "Just for reference." Satoru is silent for a moment, before averting his eyes with a pout. "Not all of them. But some." He sneers at the twinkle in her eyes. "Don't go getting any weird ideas now your highness." Y/n grins wickedly. "Of course not. I wouldn't dare. Say, where do the knights usually train again? " Satoru lets out an annoyed growl and catches her wrists in his. "Don't you dare Y/n." She smiles sweetly. "Why not, no harm in looking now is there?" Satoru scowls at her. "Why would you go and look at them, when you can look at me anytime you want? I'm by far the prettiest you know." Y/n blushes as he puts her hands against his bare chest and leans in close, grinning seductively. "And. I'll also let you touch me, anytime you want. So don't bother with them." 

Y/n can barely think over the sound of her heartbeat in her ears. His skin is so soft under her hands, but at the same time, his chest is so hard. Would his whole body feel like this... The thought sends even more blood rushing to her face as her eyes move further and further south. Satoru grins above her, and slowly, slides her hands over his skin, from his chest, down to his stomach, where he lets go of her wrists. Fascinated, Y/n traces the muscles with her fingers, feeling him shiver under her touch. She looks up curiously. "Is this sensitive?" Satoru is looking down at her with a tight smile. "Yes." She tilts her head. "Good sensitive or bad sensitive? " He grits his teeth. "Good." She grins happily. "Perfect." She bends back down and continues tracing the lines of his abdomen, her nails softly scraping against his skin. He groans and his hands shoot up to catch hers.  "How about you touch me later? Hm?" Y/n pouts. "I thought you said I could touch you anytime? Should I go ask one of the other knights after all?" Satoru scowls at her as he lets go of her hands. With a deep sigh he leans back, draping his arms over the back of the bench, making the muscles in his sides pull taut. "Fine. Do as you wish. But don't blame me for the consequences."

Y/n's fingers stop in their path over his skin and she frowns at him. "Why did that sound like a threat?" Satoru shrugs, his eyes closed. "Not a threat. Just a warning." Y/n scoffs before turning her attention back to his body. It's truly mesmerizing.. She drags her fingers up from his stomach to his chest, following the shadows cast by the lanterns. Her fingertips lightly slide over his collarbone, then follow the muscles to his shoulder, his arm and finally his hand. She mumbles, half to herself. "I never noticed, but you have very pretty hands. Long fingers too." Satoru smiles lazily, his eyes still closed. "Want to see what I can do with them?" He suggestively wiggles his fingers at her. A slight blush appears on her cheeks but she just swats at his digits. Satoru chuckles softly as she moves her hands back to his stomach.

"You know, if you go a bit lower, there's something even harder." Y/n gasps in disbelief at his crudeness. "Satoru!" The man in question just shrugs and smirks. "I'm just saying." Y/n glares at him, before reaching out to brush her fingers over his lower stomach. Frowning, she murmurs to herself. "There's no way it's harder..." A low chuckle sounds above her. "Only one way to find out princess." She glares at his face, before her eyes wander to his lap. It had felt very hard against her before.. The tips of her ears feel warm when she thinks back at the feeling. She frowns. But could it really be even harder than his stomach? Her hand hovers over his belt. Should she just find out? He did tell her she could undress him.. Encouraged it even. Her frown deepens, but her fingers trail closer and closer to the glasp. Why is she so curious about this? Is it just the general subject that's fascinating to her, or is it that she wants to see him specifically? The flush on her cheeks makes her thankful that Satoru still has his eyes closed. She looks up at his face one more time, working up the courage to ask. 

"... Is it okay if I take this off?" Satoru's body tenses up beneath her, and for a moment he is silent. "Of course. I already told you you could." His voice sounds a bit strained, but when her hands start undoing his belt, he makes no move to stop her. Her fingers make quick work of the thing, as well as the buttons of his trousers, until she's able to fold it away from his hips. For a moment she just stares. She can only see the bulge for now of course, but isn't it a bit big? She had always assumed mens' members would be around the length of her hand, but.. She glances up. Satoru is still leaning back, still not looking at her, although she can see the tension in his stomach. She moves her eyes back to her hands. Would it be okay if she touched him? She flushes at the thought, but right now her intrigue is stronger than her embarrassment. She wants to see exactly how big he is. Feel if it's actually that hard. Her blush deepens as she reaches out with her hand. Is she really going to touch him? Of course, it's not like it should be much worse than all the other things they've done tonight.. But so far, Satoru has been the one doing the touching, not the other way around. She shakes off her worries. Either way, she had literally already had an orgasm on his lap as well as on his fingers, this was practically innocent in comparison. Slowly, carefully, sge lays her hand over him. 

Satoru's whole body freezes beneath her, but Y/n doesn't even notice. All she can focus on is the heat of him against her palm. How can it possibly be this hot? It's practically glowing! She slides her hand down over the fabric, lining the bottom of her hand up with the start of him. She stares at the length still sticking out above the tips of her fingers. It really is big... Intrigued, she runs her hand over him, feeling slight ridges through the fabric of his drawers. Those must be the veins. She's seen pictures before in her anatomy books, but she never imagined that even the veins would feel this hard. She experimentally folds her hand around him, as far as the fabric allows. Satoru was right, it truly is basically solid. She squeezes softly, marveling at the feeling. It's pulsing. She can literally feel it pulse against her skin. She's sliding her hand down, wanting to feel the base, when suddenly, Satorus's hand is wrapped around her wrist. Gripping it, really. "Y/n." His voice is low, tense, and the way he says her name sounds a lot like a warning. Her gaze shoots up to his face. His eyes are open now, a muscle is ticking in his jaw, and his chest is rising and falling rapidly. "You should stop." The words are being forced out through his teeth as he stares at her pointedly, squeezing her wrist. She blinks up at him silently for a moment. "Do you want me to stop?" A strangled groan. "Of course not." She frowns. "Then why..?" Satoru presses his eyes shut in frustration, her hand still folded over him. "Because if you don't, I might just get a little bit too excited. And you aren't ready yet." 

Y/n pales. Oh. That's what he meant. She looks down at their hands, at his length, and has to swallow hard. How will it feel.. Having him inside of her? She blushes furiously at the image. Wait.. Would it even fit? She frowns. But.. It would probably feel good. Everything he had done so far had felt good. Her gaze glides up over his body, over all of the perfectly sculpted muscles. Gods, she still can't believe that this is really Satoru. And the fact that this was who she had been kissing all night.. Heat pools in her stomach at the thought. Was she really going to have sex with him? With her best friend? She frowns. Would she really have gone as far as she had, if she only saw him as a friend? She shakes her head. Of course not. A nervous feeling starts in her chest. Does that mean that she has feelings for him? And if so, should she really do this? What if he doesn't feel the same.. What if he has no issues having sex with people he just sees as friends... She glances at his hand on hers. Even so... She can't stop anymore right now. She looks up at Satoru, meeting his eyes. If spending the night with him is a mistake, then she is willing to make that mistake. She'll just learn from it later.

"What if I am ready?" Satoru frowns at her. "What?" Y/n blushes, but doesn't avert her eyes. "You said that I should stop, because otherwise you might do something that I am not yet ready for. But I am. I'm ready." Satoru's grip on her tightens slightly for a moment. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose, before looking at her again." Y/n, half my blood is occupied right now, so I have very little brain capacity left. If you want to tease me, now is not the best time." Y/n bristles and glares at him indignantly. "I was not teasing you. I meant it. But since you clearly are incapable of taking me seriously, I take it back." She lets go of him and pulls her wrist from his grasp. "I hope you have fun by yourself. I shall return to my chambers." She starts to push away from him, but suddenly both of his hands are wrapped around her underarms. She looks up, planning to snap at him, but the hungry look in his eyes shuts her up. "You meant it?" She wants to curse at him, but the only thing she manages is a shy, irritated nod. 

Satoru groans low in his throat and the sound sends sparks through her whole body. His coarse hands slide up her arms, to her shoulders, and then to her face. He gently rubs his thumbs over her skin, as he leans in close to whisper against her lips. "I hope you know what you're doing, your highness, because I'm not letting you run away anymore now." Y/n barely has time to look shocked before he presses his mouth to hers in a deep, slow kiss. It's not rough like the ones before. He's taking his time exploring her mouth, gently biting at her lower lip and brushing his tongue against hers. At the same time, his hands move down. First, to undo his drawers, and then, to grip her hips. Her surprised yelp when he basically picks her up, is swallowed up by his mouth. He lifts her to rest flush against his chest, her hips still raised off of his lap by his hands, with her knees on the bench. He slightly pulls back to look at her before setting her down to rest on top of him. He sees her eyes go wide as she realizes. Even the tips of her ears turn pink. 

"Satoru..", her voice is squeaky as she looks down in shock. "Is that..", her gaze moves back up and she meets his hungry, half-hooded eyes. His fingers tip up her chin and he kisses her softly, gently, to put her at ease. "Don't worry your highness. I'll be nice." His voice is low and husky against her lips, and she can basically hear him smiling smugly. A shiver creeps up her spine. She can feel him resting against her. He's so hot, so big, and so impossibly hard. Her heart beats in her throat and her short breaths are making her chest feel tight. The idea that he can feel her against him as well is making her more and more self-conscious. She can feel the warmth pooling at her center, which means that right now, with her sitting on top of him, it'll get on him too. Blood rushes to her cheeks and she's thankful that their eyes are closed right now. Subtly, she tries to raise her hips, if even just by a little bit, just so there will be a tiny bit of distance between the two of them. But before she can even move at all a soft nip at her lips makes her startle. "What do you think you're doing, your highness?" Satoru's voice makes her breath stutter and when she looks up at her he's grinning slightly. "I told you I wouldn't let you run away anymore now didn't I?" Suddenly both of his hands are on her hips and.. he's pushing her down. Y/n gasps as she feels him being pressed right between her folds. "Satoru!" Her voice is little more than a shocked moan, even though she had meant it to be a reprimand. Satoru's hands strengthen their grip on her hips and she whimpers as he pushes her to rub over his length. "What is it your highness?" His tone is teasing, almost mocking. Y/n knows he isn't actually expecting a response, but she still glares at him, though half-heartedly. All of her attention is being pulled to the feeling of him against her. It's hot, and hard and he's rubbing that sensitive spot over and over again. It's making her whole lower body throb with pleasure and she can't stop the moans spilling from her throat. His strong hands keep moving her hips against him and with every glide of him between her folds, more electricity sparks through her nerves. Her fingers clench onto the fabric of his shirt as she holds onto him. The tension keeps building higher and higher in her core, until she's sure it's going to explode. Unconsciously, her hips start to go along with Satoru's lead, pushing back and forth over his length, until his hands are doing nothing more than grip onto her. Y/n's eyes are pressed shut as she leans her forehead down on Satoru's shoulder, panting and moaning, tears about to fall from her eyes.

Above her, Satoru isn't much better of. The feeling of Y/n's warmth, her soft center sliding over him, is driving him completely insane. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her skin. Y/n is rubbing into him by herself now, no longer needing his hands to push her. So the only thing he can do is dig his fingers into her hips, while gritting his teeth to restrain himself. Gods what he wouldn't give to drive himself up into her right now, feeling that heat wrap tightly around him, making her scream his name. He groans against her neck. "Fuck. Y/n." His low voice vibrates against her skin and Y/n feels goosebumps form on her arms and back. She can't stop herself from moaning and rocking her hips into him, while they both keep getting more hot, more wet, more sensitive. Small droplets are starting to appear on their skin as the temperature and the tension of their bodies keeps rising. They are both panting heavily, and Satoru can't stop himself from thrusting back against her. Y/n whines as this causes him to mash hard into her sweet spot. She knows that she's close, she can feel it in the shaking of her legs, in the tension in her core, and in the sparks she feels every time she rubs over him. So close. So very very close. Satoru's mouth against her skin is dizzying, with every breath she can feel a tickling sensation travel from her neck to her center, making her pulse on the inside. She shudders, which accidentally pushes her neck closer against him.

Satoru is too far gone to even think about anything beside how warm she is, how wet she is, and that he can't come yet. So when he feels her skin pressing against his mouth he reacts purely on instinct. She smells so good, how would she taste.. He licks a long stripe up her neck, and Y/n slaps a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out. The feeling of his warm tongue against her skin is sending waves of pleasure straight to her core. Satoru keeps licking and sucking at her neck, loving the way her body responds. She's whimpering and trembling against him, her hips having completely abandoned their movement. Instead it's now only him slowly thrusting up against her, pushing through her folds and making them rub into each other. Y/n's tension keeps building further and further as the combination of his mouth and his hips against her becomes overwhelming. Tears are freely streaming down her face now and an uninterrupted string of moans spills from her throat. Satoru is half in a daze as he keeps sucking pretty purple spots on her skin. He's dizzy, but everything just feels so good. Her hips in his hands feel good, her moans in his ears feel good, her skin on his tongue feels good. Gods he can't fucking stop. He licks another stripe on her throat and accidentally grazes her skin with his teeth, pulling a loud whimper from her lips. He groans. More. He wants to make her cry more. Experimentally, he softly bites into her shoulder and is rewarded with another high-pitched moan. Fuck, yes. More. He wants more.

Y/n is about to tip over the edge. She feels like she's overheating and the pleasure just keeps building further and further.  His mouth is driving her crazy, his tongue, his teeth, his breath against her skin, it's too much. And he keeps thrusting himself into her, every time she thinks it can't become even more intense, he rubs against her and she's wrong again. She can barely get enough oxygen as moans keep spilling from her lips with every single thing he does to her. Her vision is blurred with tears and she's so incredibly sensitive. His tongue against her neck, then his teeth, his teeth are... Y/n's mouth falls open in shock when she feels his teeth sink into her skin, right in the crook of her neck. Light flashes behind her eyes and all the tension suddenly releases, explodes, as she feels herself tip over the edge. A strangled cry is ripped from her throat and she realizes she might actually pass out this time. Waves of pleasure course through her body as she feels herself tremble with the intensity of it. Her fingers dig into Satoru's shirt, his chest, anything to hold onto. His mouth is still on her, his teeth still pressing into her skin, not deep enough to draw blood, but definitely leaving a mark. 

Finally, Satoru carefully pulls back, softly licking over the spot to soothe the sting. His hands go to Y/n's waist, and he pulls her to him, holding her close through the orgasm that's rippling through her body. Her center is still pulsing against him, and a dull pleasure keeps coming with every beat of her heart. She just leans into him, depending on him to keep her upright. She's so awfully tired, she can't even feel her legs. "Y/n." Satoru's voice is low and raspy, and there's urgency in his tone. Y/n forces her eyes up to his, even though her head feels so very heavy right now. Satoru gently tilts up her chin, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips. "I'm so sorry Y/n, but I can't wait anymore." Y/n's eyes have already fluttered close and she only hears half of what he's saying. "Hm? Sorry?" She can feel his hands move back to her hips, and she's pulled up, until he's holding her pressed against his chest with one arm, her hips raised away from his. "Hm?" Her lazy brain can't seem to understand what's happening, so the only thing she can do is mutter to herself a bit. Until suddenly, she feels something press against her center and her eyes blink open in confusion. "What..?" Satoru puts his free hand on her cheek and forces her to look at him. "I'm sorry, I can't.. I can't wait anymore." His eyes are hooded with desire and she can see how far gone he is. "Wait? With what..?" Her mind is still so foggy, she just can't understand. But Satoru doesn't answer her. Instead he let's go of her face to move his hand down, and he leans in to press a kiss to her lips. Hmm, Gods, she's just.. So tired. Her eyes flutter closed as his soft lips move against hers and she kisses him back sleepily. This is nice.. Satoru's holding her in his arms, and his mouth is so soft.. 

Satoru groans into Y/n's mouth when he feels her entrance against his tip. Gods, it's so hot, so wet.. He could just bury himself all the way into her immediately.. He won't, of course. It's her first time and he isn't exactly on the smaller side.. Will she be able to take all of him? The image that flashes through his mind makes him throb almost painfully. Fuck he really can't handle this. He lowers her slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, until his tip is pressing against her, trying to push its way in. She's so wet, so slippery, so soft... He can feel her starting to stretch around him, and Y/n makes a confused sound against his lips, still kissing him lazily. At least it's not hurting her so far, Satoru breathes a sigh of relief before he suddenly groans. So tight.. With every bit he pushes in, he can feel her stretch tighter around his tip, until he's sure he can't get in any further. Y/n moans into his mouth when he starts to slowly circle his thumb around her sensitive spot. He lightly nips at her bottom lip. "Relax for me sweetheart." His low, sultry voice makes heat pool in her stomach and Y/n feels a pleasant shudder travel up her spine. She wraps her arms around his neck as he keeps rubbing his fingers over her. Slowly but surely Satoru can feel himself push in. A muscle tenses in his jaw as he holds back from instinctually thrusting up into her. Fuck. He needs to go slow. Bit by bit he has her sink down on him until she is squirming against his chest, finally starting to feel the burn of the stretch. "Satoru..?" Her voice is muffled against his lips, still sounding absent through the haze of her exhaustion. "Shhh, don't worry your highness, just a little more and then it will get easier." Y/n only moans in response, as the pressure of him against increases. Satoru grits his teeth at her tightness. "Just.. A little further.." He keeps pushing slowly until finally, he sinks into her, and they both groan in unison. "Satoru? What is..? It's so big.." Y/n's arms tense around him and she presses her face in the bend of his shoulder. Satoru can't respond, he's too busy getting his breathing back under control. Fuck she feels amazing. Wrapped around him so tight, so hot, he's actually going to melt. He hisses as she squirms. "Fuck. Y/n. You're going to snap my dick off." She just whimpers against his shoulder. Her entrance is being stretched so far.. And it feels so full. 

Y/n still hasn't fully registered what exactly is happening, all she knows is that it's making her feel strange. Not bad, but strange. And even though she isn't familiar with the feeling, her body eagerly leans into it. She wants to sink down more, feel even fuller.. But Satoru's arm is keeping her in place. Without thinking, she angles her hips, forcing his tip to push in just a little deeper. It's just a tiny bit but Satoru groans at the unexpected feeling. Fuckkk. He breathes in deeply, forcing himself to relax. "That wasn't very princess-like your highness", he grumbles at her through clenched jaws. Y/n just mumbles and squirms against his grip. "So full.."

Satoru wrenches his eyes shut. This woman... He holds her pressed tight against his chest for a few moments longer, until he's sure that he's back in control. Then, he opens his eyes and smiles at her tightly. "Fine. You want to be full, your highness? I can help with that." His arm around her relaxes its grip, allowing her to sink down on him a little further. Y/n's eyes go wide and her nails dig into the back of his shirt. Soft, half-conscious whimpers fall from her lips as her walls are being stretched around him. Satoru pushes in deeper, his eyes heavy from the pleasure washing over him. His arm tenses around her as it becomes more difficult to restrain himself. Gods he wants to just push her down, fuck up into her until he's buried to the hilt. But he can't hurt her. He clenches his teeth as he continues to go torturously slow. More and more of his length disappears into her and Satoru can't believe how much of him she is taking. Y/n is whining loudly, with her face buried in his neck, her walls clenching around him. A deep groan rumbles in his chest. This has to be either heaven or hell.  

Y/n's lower body feels like it's on fire. Heat rushes through her veins and she can feel her center pulsing. She's being stretched so far and she feels so unbelievably full that she's sure that there must be a bulge in her stomach, hidden under her dress. The electricity sparking through her core is finally starting to fully wake her up. Where it had felt like a fever dream before, everything now starts to feel more and more real. Satoru's warm, strong body that's pressed against hers, his back under her hands and.. Oh god. He's so deep inside of her. Her eyelids feel heavy from the overwhelming pressure in her stomach and tears are starting to drip down her face. She can barely breath as broken sounds keep spilling from her throat. Satoru groans, as he makes her sink down even further and Y/n digs her nails into his skin. No! It's too much. He's too big! So incredibly big, so deep oh Gods. Her eyes lose focus and all she can concentrate on is him pushing against the deepest part of her, and deeper still, stretching her further. She can't take any more, she can't, she really really can't. Pushing her knees against the bench, she keeps her hips from moving any further. It's too big, too full, he's too deep. Her thoughts stumble over each other as her whole body trembles. 

She can feel Satoru' s chest rise heavy against her own as he presses a kiss to her hair. "You're doing so good for me Y/n, you're taking me so well." His words are soothing but she can hear the strain in his voice. His arm is tense around her and his other hand is gripping her hip. She stifles a sob against his shoulder, too overwhelmed, too full. He shushes her, still pressing gentle kisses on her hair. "Shh, does it hurt?" Y/n shakes her head against him. She doesn't know what she's feeling, just that it's too much. Satoru leans his head on hers. "I'll wait until you feel better. I won't move, I promise." She nods at his reassurance and finally relaxes a bit, the muscles in her core no longer as tense. Above her, she can hear Satoru take deep, controlled breaths, and she realizes that he's also struggling. She shifts her weight, causing her to accidentally tighten around him, and they both gasp in surprise. "Fuck. Y/n...", Satoru groans against the crown of her head. "I'm sorry..", she whimpers breathlessly. 

Satoru grits his teeth. "How do you feel? Better?" Y/n just hums her agreement. "Can I move?" She hesitates, then nods. But even though she tells him yes, her fingers dig into his shirt and she tenses up. He leans his mouth against her hair. "Relax love, I'll go slow. It won't hurt." He kisses her crown and tilts her chin up. "I promise." Satoru's breath fans over her lips, and Y/n lets her eyes fall closed as he kisses her. He moves slowly, lazily, as he explores her mouth, distracting her from her anxiety. 

Satoru can feel some of the tension leave Y/n's body as she leans into the kiss. He rubs over her cheek soothingly as his other hand moves to her center. She jolts against him when she feels his touch on her. But before she can move away Satoru weaves his hand through her hair and pulls her face closer, eliciting a surprised moan. His thumb starts to slowly circle around her and Y/n squirms in his grip, her walls pulsing against him. Satoru groans into her mouth. He's so deep inside of her, and the feeling of her around him is making his brain go numb. Frowning, he struggles against the urge to thrust up. She's so warm, so soft, if only she could take all of him.. But she's obviously at her limit already, so he has to be careful. 

As Satoru keeps rubbing against her, Y/n can feel tingles and heat spread through her center, the pleasure building with every brush of his thumb. Whining against his mouth, she is incredibly aware of the pressure of him inside of her. Gods how is he so big? She had never even thought about it before, but who would have thought that Satoru could be this big? Her eyes fly open as suddenly, the realisation washes over her in full force. Satoru is inside of her. She's having sex with him and he's all the way inside of her. He is kissing her, touching her, fucking her.. Heat rushes to her cheeks and she pulls away from the kiss. She blinks at Satoru in a daze. How had she never considered him in such a way before? Looking at him now the thought seems unfathomable. With his bare skin under her hands, his flushed face so close to her's, his eyes heavy with lust and his length buried so deep inside of her. How had she been able to act normal around him? Her eyes slowly travel over his handsome face, his strong body, completely in disbelief. 

Satoru frowns in annoyance as Y/n pulls away. His hand moves to her hip and he gives a quick thrust up, pulling a sharp gasp from Y/n's throat. His fingers grip her chin as he grins down at her. "Distracted, princess? Am I not keeping you entertained enough?" Y/n blinks up at him with wide, shocked eyes. "What..? No.. That's no-" She yelps again as another thrust follows. Satoru leans in closer, his lips almost touching hers. "Guess I'll have to try harder then huh?" Y/n has no time to respond before both of his hands are on her hips and he's lifting her up. "Wha-?" A confused sound leaves her mouth, but then his hands immediately push her back down and she gasps. Before she can react, Satoru immediately lifts her up again, and then down, and back up, until he's dragging her up and down his length with an unrelenting pace. Y/n doesn't get even a moment of respite as all of her senses are being flooded with the sensation of him thrusting into her, filling her up. Wild sparks are flying through her body, all the way from her center, to her legs and back. The feeling of him rubbing and bruising her insides sending hot pulses to her core.

"Satoru! Wait!", the words leave her mouth in a broken stutter, her nails digging into his back, as he keeps lifting her up and down rapidly. Tears well up in her eyes and her walls ache with the effort to accommodate him. When she looks up, Satoru's face is tense, his gaze glued to her. The intensity of it almost makes her dizzy. Gone are his gentle eyes from before, all that's left is hunger and lust, and he's out of patience. Y/n almost feels a bit afraid when she realises that he won't stop anymore now. All she can do is take it. 

Another hard thrust makes her whole body shake in his hands and she yelps. He's pushing in so deep, and he's so hard, she is almost certain that he is bruising her insides, if that's even possible. But strangely the dull pain doesn't bother her, it almost feels good. The way he's slamming into her is also causing him to brush over, and hit another sensitive spot deep inside of her, over and over again. It's different from when he used his fingers. That feeling was sharper, quicker. This feels more like heavy waves of pleasure, that ripple every time he thrusts into her. The combination of that and the vague pain is somehow making her want more. She wants him to drive himself up into harder, deeper, fill her up completely. 

Y/n's eyes lose focus as Satoru keeps pressing her down on him, his fingers gripping her hips as the muscles in his arms bulge with the force of his actions. The feeling of her hot, tight walls around him is pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He clenches his jaw as he keeps dragging her over his length, basically using her like a doll. He knows it's wrong, but he can't help it. Her warmth, her soft hips, her tear-stained face, it just makes him want to see her cry more, scream more. He wants to bury himself into her. Fuck her until she is moaning, sobbing his name. He will make her come, again, and again, and again, and then he'll fill her up and start all over again. His eyes feel heavy with pleasure as her walls rub and pulse against his length, sucking him in and tightening with every thrust.

Y/n’s voice is broken and every time Satoru slams her hips down on him, the breath is rushed out of her. Sparks fly behind her eyes when he bottoms out. It feels like every thrust is harder, faster, more intense than the last. He keeps stretching her further, pushing even deeper. Her vision becomes hazy as the pressure building in her core becomes too much. He keeps slamming right into that one spot and every time pleasure shocks through her body. The feeling keeps building higher and higher until finally, Satoru snaps his hips up to meet hers, and it explodes deep inside of her. Her whole body trembles with the force of her orgasm and she grabs onto Satoru's back. She can feel herself pulse around him and a groan rumbles in his chest. 

For a second she thinks he'll let her rest for a moment, but then she hears him curse and she's lifted back up. She yelps, still too sensitive. "Wait no!" But her protests fall on deaf ears and his strong hands press her back down over him. A pained moan leaves her mouth as she digs her nails into his back, desperate for anything to hold onto. "Satoru please! It's too much!" Tears fall from her eyes as he keeps slamming her down on him. Another wave of pleasure is already starting to build again, but the feeling is too sharp, too soon. A combination of moans and sobs falls from her lips as his length keeps pressing deep inside of her. 

"Y/n." His voice is deep and raspy and her eyes snap up to meet his. But she sees no pity in gaze, only need. He's not going to stop. Another sob wrecks her body as tears keep streaming down her face. She's too full, it's too much, she's going to break! One of his hands holds her face and gently wipes away some of her tears. Breathing heavy, her eyes meet his as he stares at her expression hungrily. Slowly, he leans further back against the bench, grabbing the back of her head to pull her along and into a kiss. Y/n moans into his mouth as his tongue licks against hers, his other hand still pushing her down on him. With one of his hands occupied, she figures he can't lift her anymore, so she'll have some time to calm down. Oh how very wrong she is.

A sharp thrust of his hips pushes him deep inside of her and Y/n gasps into the kiss. She tries to pull away, but Satoru doesn't let her and instead, presses his lips to hers harder, needier, until she can hardly breathe. His hips keep slamming up against her and with every thrust she can feel him bury himself all the way into her body. Waves of painful pleasure wash over her every time he bottoms out. She can taste the salt of her tears on his lips as he presses them to hers. Gods he's going to break her! His thrusts keep coming faster and faster now, and with every snap of his hips it seems like he's trying to go deeper. Both the way he's kissing her, and fucking up into her, seems to get more and more desperate. Y/n realises that he must be close. The thought sends a wave of red hot pleasure to her core and a tingling sensation starts to form in her center. She's going to come again.

Satoru groans against her lips. "Y/n. Should I pull out?" His voice is tense and she can hear the effort and restraint in his words. She should say yes, but her mind is so hazy, she can't think straight. All she knows is that she doesn't want him to stop, not when she's so close, and he feels so good inside. Almost instinctively she shakes her head, wrapping her arms tighter around Satoru's neck to keep him close, keep him inside. He curses against her mouth and both of his hands move to grab her hips. He slams himself up into her, while also pushing her hips down on him. Every thrust is so hard, so deep that he's definitely bruising her, his pace merciless. She whines against his lips, she's so sore, but so incredibly sensitive. Her center pulses every time he buries himself into her and hot sparks keep shooting through her veins. She's so full, so warm and so, so close. He keeps thrusting into her, his hips snapping up as he slams her down on him. Y/n moans and sobs against his lips, the pain and the pleasure both becoming too much. Satoru's thrusts become more erratic as he feverishly chases his high. A few last times he slams his hips to hers, before completely pressing her down on him. He tries to force his length in as far as possible, until finally, he's buried to the hilt. Y/n cries out, while a deep groan rumbles in Satoru's throat as he comes inside of her, his fingers digging into her hips. Almost immediately, his hand moves to her center. With quick, purposeful strokes, his fingers rub against her and Y/n lets out a strangled cry. Combined with the feeling of him in her stomach, the pleasure shooting through her center now is too much. Her body trembles as she comes around him. Satoru moans, softly kissing her lips, while he works her through it. The orgasm leaves her shaking in his lap and all she can do is lean against him. 

When they have both finally come down from their high, they stay like that for a moment, completely exhausted. Satoru sitting back, with Y/n laying against his chest, small tremors still rippling through her body. He keeps pressing soft kisses to her hair, while gently stroking her face. Y/n can barely keep her eyes open, the only thing keeping her awake is the slowly dawning reality of what just happened. She tries to lift herself off of Satoru, but his arm tightens around her waist and keeps her in place. "Shh, let's stay like this for a bit. I don't want to move yet." His soft, tired voice sends a shiver up her spine. Gods... She just had sex. She let Satoru fuck her, and he even.. Came inside of her. Her face turns bride red and she's thankful for being able to hide against his chest. Slowly, panic starts to rise up in her mind. So now what? What the hell was she going to do now? Would they even still be able to be friends after this? Did he want to stay friends, or did he want more? Did she want more? Oh Gods what is she going to do?!

She can feel Satoru's chest rumble against her cheek as he chuckles softly. "You're overthinking again aren't you?" Y/n turns her head to glare up at him. "It isn't overthinking if it's justifiable! And it's better than not thinking at all!" Satoru grins and shrugs. "You're worrying too much. I told you, nothing has to change if you don't want it to." Y/n frowns skeptically and he chuckles. "Sure. I'm going to have a very hard time looking at you without imagining you moaning my name now but hey! That doesn't mean we can't be friends!" Y/n's eyes go wide and she flushes. "That's exactly what I mean!"

Satoru sighs and smiles at her gently. "You want me to be serious? Fine. If you want, we can go back to how it was before, it will hurt a bit, but I promise I will do whatever feels best for you. I won't be weird about it and we can even pretend all of this never happened." Y/n frowns at him. "Hurt?" Satoru continues, ignoring her. "Of course, another, much more fun option, would be to to stay friends, but let me fuck you on a balcony every now and then!" He grins as Y/n turns bright red and tries to pull away. "Easy now, your highness. A very precious part of me is still stuck inside of you and I'd prefer it if you didn't snap it off." She bristles, and flushes even further, but let's Satoru press her back against his chest. "How can you even suggest that... I'm royalty, and you're part of the high nobility. Technically what we just did is already considered taboo, and you're suggesting we do it consistently?" Satoru shrugs. "Not many nobles adhere to such customs anyway, but if you're worried about that we can always get married." Y/n's eyes go wide and she freezes, too shocked to look up at him. "You would get married just for such a reason? You should not take marriage so lightly." 

For a moment it's silent, and when Satoru does speak, he sounds.. Hesitant, nervous almost. "Believe me.. I'm not taking it lightly. And don't worry, I am not trying to convince you to marry me. It's just... If we must get married anyway, why not to each other? I am one of the few men your age with sufficiently high status, and I would much rather get married to a close friend, than to an arranged stranger." Y/n meets his eyes. He does look nervous.. Is he serious? She opens her mouth to respond, but Satoru suddenly shrugs with a grin. "Of course, it doesn't hurt either that the sex is great. I probably won't find many women able to take me as well as you can." Y/n's frown turns into a glare and she slaps him on the chest. "I knew you couldn't be serious for even a second. Maybe I should snap your dick off after all." Satoru grabs her wrist. "Sorry, sorry, please don't? And I was being serious, but I get that it's not something we should think about right now." He smiles apologetically and Y/n's expression softens. "Fine. And yes, I think we're both much too tired for such a topic.." Satoru nods. "So, what do you want to do, for now?" 

Y/n stiffens. Right, she still has to decide. What will she do... She looks up at him. To most people, he would look completely calm, but she can see the slight tension in his smile. So he is scared too... She averts her gaze and presses her cheek to his chest, listening to his fast, steady heartbeat. What does she want... Could she even go back to how it was before? Could she ever look at him the same? Act like nothing ever happened? She frowns. Even the thought is ridiculous. Of course she couldn't. Even if Satoru promises that everything will be the same, it can never be true, not for him, and not for her... The realisation hurts. So she basically has two choices. Either they stay friends, but in a... New way. Or, they don't stay friends at all. They go back home, and stop having any relationship, they'll go back to being strangers. The very thought fills her with dread and she realises that tears have formed in her eyes. She quickly wipes them away and sniffles. Could she handle being strangers? No. She definitely couldn't. And it's not like she would mind having.. 'that kind' of relationship with Satoru.. A blush kreeps up her neck. The only problem is that it would be looked down upon. But, it's not like they would have to tell anyone? Right? Then maybe it would be fine? She looks up at Satoru. "Can we do it.. Secretly?" His eyes go wide for a moment, completely in disbelief that she's actually considering it. Then a smile pulls on his lips. "Of course. No one would know. We will just act as normal in public and they won't assume a thing. At least, no more than they always have." Y/n frowns for a moment, but chooses not to ask. "Alright then... We should probably get up and go to bed? The party is also long over by now I assume." 

Satoru is still grinning happily. "Alright your highness, then, if you would?" Y/n rolls her eyes before attempting to lift herself off of him, and falling right back. She blinks in disbelief. "I can't get up." Satoru tilts his head in question and she glares at him in embarrassment. "My legs... I can't get up." For a moment he is silent, and then he roars with laughter. "Ah! Well then. Please excuse me." Still laughing, he slowly lifts her off of his lap, and onto the bench, before rearranging his clothes. Brushing over the many folds and wrinkles, he sighs. "You made quite the mess of me tonight, your highness. I do hope you will take responsibility." Y/n stares at him in disbelief, her dress crumpled under her, her shoes and underwear discarded. "You had better be kidding." Satoru lifts his hands in surrender. "Alright. Fair enough. My apologies. I suppose I have made quite the mess of you too." He grins wickedly at her disheveled appearance. "Now. Please excuse me." Before she can react, Y/n has been swept up in his arms and he carries her towards the door, pocketing her underwear on the way. "Satoru! What are you doing?! I can't be seen like this!" He lifts an eyebrow. "Then what were you planning to do? Walk?" He grins smugly and she smacks him on the shoulder. "You should repent, not pride yourself in your misdeeds." Satoru smirks. "If you so desire, I can repent all you want later tonight?" A blush kreeps up her chest against her will, and Y/n glares at him, but doesn't argue anymore. Satoru pushes through the doors, into the remote, deserted hallway. He moves in the opposite direction of the  ballroom, towards the separate stairs at the end of the foyer. This way, the only people they could run into would be staff. 

They get to their floor without meeting anyone, and Y/n is almost ready to finally relax. But then, right in front of her room, there he is. His wide, swollen eyes meet hers and he pushes away from the wall shakily. "Y/n?" Above her Satoru makes an annoyed sound. "Tsk. Slimy bastard still hasn't learned his lesson I see." The prince staggers over to them, clearly drunk, and from his eyes it's obvious that he has been crying. "Y/n, my love, please! I'm so sorry! I promise, from now on I will never even so much as look at another woman! So please! Please don't leave me!" He falls to his knees in front of them. "Please! Won't you at least talk to me?" His pleading eyes turn into a hateful glare when he looks at Satoru's. “You! Put down my fiancée this instant! And leave. I have to talk to her alone.”

Y/n notices the evil grin that creeps over Satoru's face. "My apologies, your highness. But I'm afraid that I can't." The prince stares at him in disbelief. "What the hell do you mean you can't?! Put her down!" Satoru's grin only widens when he stares down at the man. "She can't stand." The prince blinks up at him stupidly. "What?" Satoru looks down at him smugly. "I said. She can't stand." The kneeling man freezes, finally understanding the meaning behind the knight's words. "What.. No... Please no." His eyes shoot to Y/n. "PLEASE! MY LOVE! TELL ME YOU DIDN'T! YOU WOULD NEVER LET HIM! RIGHT?! YOU WOULDN'T!" He is shaking and his eyes look feverish, gleaming with unshed tears. Y/n just stares down at him. Not a single emotion on her face. "That is no longer any of your concern, your highness. Now please. I am exhausted, so I would like to retire to my chambers." The prince almost seems to shrink under her gaze, any hope that he had left, leaving him. He just sits there, defeated, unmoving, even as Satoru scoffs and walks around him, and into Y/n's chambers, locking the door behind him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru x reader #jjk x female reader #jujutsu kaisen x female reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru x female reader #gojo x female reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #satoru x you #satoru x y/n

[sery-chan-13]

Letters Never Sent

Ch. 5 of “My Sunshine” [TreechxReader)

Warnings: swearing

Dear (Y/N),

Even though I can't send letters to you, I've written you so many. It's your 18th birthday. Happy Birthday, Sunshine... 7 years. It's gone by painfully slow. I see traces of you in the woods when I go out. It's like we're still out there. Us as kids, I mean. Which makes sense because your 'father' killed any sense of me being a kid when he took you away from me. Even after seven years, it replays in my head. Your screams and sobs, your hand being pulled from mine. I hate it when you cry. I told you if anyone ever made you cry, I'd hurt them back, the same way they hurt you. I vowed to you I would. And I always keep my word. Hunger Games are coming up. It's my last year in the reaping. I wonder if you've forgotten about me? Has some Capitol prick taken my place? Do you make them sweets? Do they walk you home in the dark and daylight? Do they care? Never mind.... I don't think I want to know

Yours,

Treech

Signed, and put into the drawer he kept everything he wrote for you.

—

Dear Lumberjack,

7 years. 7 miserable years without you. I'm 18 today. But it means nothing now. I used to think that 18 was so far away. I know I can't send these, but when I go back home, I want to give these to you. And I will. But I can't help but wonder if you have found a new best friend. A new person to walk home, holding their hand? Have you brought them to our spot and hugged them like they are going to disappear ñ? Does your Ma love them like she loved me? Do you miss me? I miss you. Every day. I write you letters often. I'm going to beg father to let me send this. Maybe he'll feel bad. The games are coming up. You've already turned 18. Last year in the reaping. I'm a mentor this year. I don't want to be. Father keeps mentioning something that makes me want to throw up. He says, "this year as a mentor, maybe you will finally kill off any ties and feelings you have towards district seven." I have a feeling I know what this means. If I manage to get this to you, please please be careful. I miss you. It never goes away. You always take up space in my mind.

Missing you more than you could ever know,

Your Sunshine ☼

Your father scoffed at the mere request of you sending it. You sighed, putting the sealed envelope in the bottom drawer of your desk, filled with letters just like it.

—

The notebook he kept hidden was full of poetry and thoughts. Who knew he of all people would keep such a thing?

The sun doesn't go away. It simply hides behind the clouds, waiting to shine down on us to make the plants grow their roots and warm us all. Waiting to bring light down to the darkness. That's why I call you Sunshine. Your smile beamed down, warming up and chasing away any darkness that surrounds me. You brought me comfort, and you, being the sun, made things root into me. Feelings that coil tightly around my heart like a vine. The feelings don't go away. With every passing year it gets worse.

It feels like you’ve become this… ghost in the woods. Haunting me. I see these image of you with other guys and I hate it. I’m jealous. I saw you on the TV one of the few times we had it. It was down at the bar(no, don’t worry sunshine, I don’t drink. It’s just the only place in town with ice and air conditioning we common folk can get into) You look… gorgeous… the same… but different. You were smiling, but it wasn’t the same smile that warms me and drives the darkness away. It was empty. The sun shines in the Capitol, but the smog makes it dull and bleak. Is that what the Capitol has done to you, sunshine? On the TV there was a boy next to you. He looked… nice. The way he he smiled at you. He was holding your hand. He held your hand and hugged you. I wonder if he walked you home after. I can’t lie, I wished it would stop. I wished that it was me. God, I stayed waiting to see when he’d get his fucking hands off. I’m jealous, I admit. But a Capitol boy can’t make you smile, this I know. And I will never be jealous about who you send out that smile to. Because I am the one who’s seen the real one.

The notebook was hidden. Any thoughts he had he wrote and hid away. One day he’d give it to you.

—-

Dearest forest boy,

They call me the Capitol Sweetheart now. People accept me more than Sejanus and I wonder why. Is it because he’s outspoken about his thoughts while I only write them and speak them to him quite in the library? I don’t want to be the Capitol sweetheart. I want to be… your sweetheart. Back in seven. Back home. I figured now would be as good a time as any to write this feeling down. I love you. Not in the same way I said when we were young. Maybe it’s stupid. You could be a whole new person now, and I’m only in love with the idea of who I think you’ve become, or that you’ve stayed the same. I write this now because I shouldn’t feel this way. It’s not fair to you. But I do.

Love,

Your dearest Sunshine

Softly placing the sealed envelope in the drawer you sighed. Why me?

——

My dearest trouble maker,

I spend most of my days out in the forest. Working. At first I went with Pa, but eventually got old enough to go out on my own. I still go with him occasionally. He ain’t getting any younger but he’s so damn hard headed a rock would turn to rubble if it hit him. But I go off myself most times. Gives me a chance to get away from the pitying stares I get. The whispers. You’d think that after seven years I’d stop being the talk of the town, but unfortunately not much happens in seven, so I can’t ever escape it. I go out and write you letters or my thoughts, sometimes I write you poetry like a fool. Then it’s my secret. And no one will know. I hate not being able to send you anything. Maybe when you come back… no, when you come back, I will give you all of these.

Sincerely yours,

Your lumberjack

#×reader #treech tbosas #treech x reader #awww they write cute things to eachother #fluff #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #jealous boyyyy #ooh jealous jealous jealous boyyy

[minumi-chan]

Let's do, for the ask game... 22, 32, 37, 51? You can pick and choose as you wish tho <3 There's no pressure to answer all of those!

Hee hee!! Let'sa go!! (Ask meme questions here)

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

I've tried my hand a several styles over the years to explore, learn, grow and find my preferred methods. The thing that I consistently try to stay away from is 1st person POV. I just find it so hard to maintain, and I dislike the limited perspective of only that character's viewpoint. I used to write a lot of horror and I do not now because it's not healthy for me anymore.

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

Only three??? Fuck...... I'm going to stick with my current hyperfixation, TMNT (Mainly Rise) Okay, let's go //cracks knuckles// I'm picking three writers that have consistently made me bawl my eyes out to the point of running out of tissues. I'm gonna be brave and @ people.

@taizi -- Holy shit, some of the most beautiful, heartfelt, emotional, family centric TMNT fic you will find out there. Gawd. Every story Taizi has ever written has brought me to tears. I love 2012 TMNT family because of Taizi's work. And the most recent ROTTMNT stories are just-- I want to hug them to my chest if that makes sense? Go read everything they have ever written, you will not regret it. Bring tissues.

@last-hourglass -- If you have not read Last Grain of Sand in the Hourglass, then please come sob with me over the way Teej so beautifully writes the Rise!family fighting their way to each other and a happy ending. My GAWD the way my emotions have been trampled by this fic. Also Teej makes INCREDIBLE art pieces to go with the story. Brilliant storyteller and artist. //throws a million roses their way

@bluepeachstudios -- Ame is a prolific TMNT writer with so many amazing stories OMGAWD!! I am currently absolutely completely intensely enamored by all things Ghost in the Shell. If you love 2003!Don, THEN OH BOY YOU'RE IN FOR A HEARTBREAKING TREAT!! 8DD But what I love about the story is that there is also healing, and family, and learning to trust again, to love again, to recover from and grow through the hurt. Ghost's history is a fantastical fiction, but the way Ame writes his struggles is so raw and real, and I will forever be crying for my favorite peepaw in the multiverse, Big Papa aka Gogo aka Casper aka Ghost, and rooting for his happy ending. I trust in Ame to give us that in the end. Please also come sob with me over Ghost's stories if you have not already tried them.

37. How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Depending on the story style, I try to choose an impactful moment for the ending. Sometimes that means a cliffhanger if it's the continuous style of story. Others it's trying to find an emotional beat to leave the reader on, especially if the chapter is more self-contained kind of moment. I focus on how the ending line feels a lot, so the chapter closes with a specific emotion evoked.

51. What’s your total AO3 word count?

I had never looked at this before this ask! Apparently it's: 160,872 words 😯

#minu loves tmnt #rottmnt #fic rec #ask meme

[pr0cyon-lotor]

I don't think I have expressed my hatred towards Twitter 🥰

Or I have and I will probably repeat myself

I refuse to use the god-damned app. I don't care that it's called X or whatever. I hate the damn thing. The word limit irritates me and the tags are annoying. And God forbid you say a joke there. So many people I interacted with on Twitter have apparently never heard of a joke

"Your art sucks" THEN MOVE ON??? Why is it important for me to know that??? It's not that deep??? Block me??? Ignore me???

I only go on that cesspit is to like and repost art I like. I know I'd probably get a bigger audience on Twitter. I mean people already recognized me for things I've drawn or written. People have expressed that they like my shit BUT I'D RATHER ROT AWAY ON THIS HELLSITE THAN THAT CESSPOOL! At least I'd rot away in the moss than in literally waste.

No amount of blocking gets rid of the annoying people. I could block a whole circle, and I'd still get unnecessary hate! God damn, have they heard of the block button? The mute button? Touching grass and seeing the sun for once? Speaking to the opposite sex? Of the same sex? Have most of them ever heard of speaking to any other human being?

I can guess not. Because how else could someone be so unbelievably literary idiotic! Have they heard of a hyperbole? When I say "oh, I'd throw myself to the lions if I say 'you too' to a waiter" I DON'T FUCKING MEAN THAT EVERYONE THAT HAS SHOULD! I'M NOT SAYING I WILL DO IT! What the fuck man!

They'd eat me alive if they realize I forget things. They'd kill me and call me a heretic if they found out I make human mistakes!

God, I hate Twitter

#twitter hate #rant post

[all-chickens-are-trans]

🗣📝🔎

🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP

I could never choose only one of my children like that, so I'm gonna say three 😅🙈

The most current one is a Ted/Trent fic that's an AU based on the 2007 rom com/drama "No Reservations". In this one, Trent is Catherine Zeta-Jones basically, the overworked, overwhelmed guardian of his niece since his sister passed away. And Ted is of course Ted, the manic pixie dream coach who gets the little girl to open up and helps Trent to see that he's not trapped in this situation. So far, I've written two very short chapters and I wanna write more, I just kinda lost focus 🙈

Then there's also the two big projects that I started in 2020 for my two biggest German fandoms. One is called "Hühnerküsse" and it's about the girls from "Die wilden Hühner", a kids' book series by Cornelia Funke about a girl gang - it's from the 90's/early 00's and even though it's mindblowing to me that they already had a canon lesbian character in a children's book in 2003, I decided that I needed to make it even more queer. So I started writing this little story in 10 chapters about how all of them kissed each other at various points in their friendships, for various reasons - I just never finished it because for one pairing, I couldn't decide how I wanted the kiss to happen, I wrote three or four different versions of it, I was never hapy with it and then I stopped. :( Recently rediscovered it again because someone left some lovely notes on it and it really made me want to revisit the story.

The other one is a five part series called "Kontrolle und Chaos" and it's about my two favourite milfs from the German crime show classic "Tatort". They're called Charlotte and Anaïs (the latter played by love of my life Florence Kasumba of Marvel fame and also, more importantly, known from the German cast recording of the musical Aida, in the title role) and god, they've got issues <3 And I had so, so many issues with part 5 of that series. I started writing it just after their second episode, fully committed to writing a lesbian love story and ignoring the uncomfortable love triangle created in the show. But then unfortunately, I fell in love with Daniel Donskoy who plays the man in that love triangle and has openly advocated for polyamory, and suddenly I had to rethink the whole thing. So now I've written four of five parts, trying to figure out how to make the last one fit with the new information I've got, and just like with Hühnerküsse, I wrote several versions I didn't like and eventually dropped it. Sure hope I'll finish this one because I have recently found some notes for it that offer a pretty good solution.

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

Okay, this is technically an outtake from my current Jamie/Roy(/Keeley) WIP, meaning I probably won't be able to make it fit anywhere in the fic but it was too funny not to share so here you go:

“I have one rule,” Roy says. “You do not call me ‘daddy’ in bed.” Jamie scoffs, pretending the idea has never even occurred to him. Roy doesn’t believe him. “What about out of bed?” Jamie asks and wiggles his eyebrows. “I have two rules,” Roy says. Jamie laughs. “Just fucking with you, mate. Out of bed, you’re granddad of course.” He ducks just in time to avoid the pillow Roy throws at his head.

🔍Give a clue (a picture, emoji, a word, etc) and let your followers guess what a WIP is about.

here's a clue for the Jamie/Roy one lol

#writing #fanfic #my posts

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

Fuck, I'm so sorry. It's been almost two months since you asked this.

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

*shrugs* I think mostly that I've achieved something. Hopefully it is something that other people like but I think what I like is making the thoughts in my head come alive.

When you find a nice combination of words that just manages to describe something, like a sensation, a feeling, an experience, that makes me happy. I spend a lot of time trying to imagine how things feel, such as recently I wrote about what it feels like to go through a portal for the first time. That was fun to explore.

🙂 Who is one character you haven't yet written for that you would like to?

I have not yet written the Blackbonnet priest AU confessional fic that I want to, so I'm going to say Blackbeard | Edward Teach, because I think he is just a lot of fun as a character and I want to see him corrupt Stede Bonnett.

I also haven't written anything from Sylvie Laufeydottir's point of view and I have plans for a Sylvie x The Postman fic at some point. It will likely be in the form of letters, something I've never done before for a fic. Sylvie x The Postman is a hill I will die on, fuck Marvel for having a throw away line that means nothing. This is what you get. 😂

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP

Warning: here be smut. Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington.

His hands gripped tight onto his cheeks as he spread them. Steve felt his breath hitch in anticipation of Eddie’s tongue on his hole and when it came, it stole his breath completely. 

Eddie was messy and noisy as he licked stripe after stripe, skimming over his tight hole in yet another teasing touch. When he finally laved circles around his rim, Steve’s body jerked and he moaned loudly. 

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

He could hear Eddie chuckling one moment, then his tongue was dipping inside and Steve, no matter how many times they had done this exact thing, whined. He goddamn whined. He would feel embarrassed if he didn’t already know that Eddie loved it.

Tagging @jesskier because I know you will want to see this snippet.

#writer asks #homosexual-having-tea #fanfic #writing #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[whale-blanket]

we should talk about how accessibility is talked about on this godforsaken website

plain text and you

pt. 0: preface

"lune, why should we listen to you talk about accessibility?" i don't have formal credentials or whatever, but i've been learning about html web dev + web accessibility for years now. i read about how disabled people access the web in alternative ways from sources off-tumblr and across the web. i love semantic html a lot. i am fairly handy with a screenreader even though i'm not a regular user (currently i'm learning how to use braille screen input; my grasp of grade 2 is questionable at best and i'm slow as hell, if this gives you a sense for how much i know).

so i feel vaguely confident in throwing my two cents in.

it's also kinda hard to talk about accessibility on tumblr because of how many fucking ways you can use this site. you can be on desktop with new xkit. or with xkit rewritten or whatever it's called now. or just raw dogging the whole experience altogether. or on the mobile app. or on the mobile browser. you could be looking at someone's blog through a custom theme. these all give you different experiences that can be difficult to account for. i'm primarily a desktop user-- my knowledge in general skews toward web browsers, not mobile apps, so that's what i'm focusing on-- and i'm sighted but have the experience above.

pt. 1: plain text

i cannot emphasize enough how much plain text does not exist in the way you're defining it. plain text could refer to plain language maybe? which is when you write something so that it can be more easily read and digested.

alternatively, in computers, "plain text" refers to "text in a file on your computer that can just be read straight-up without any specialized software needed to decode it." a word doc is not plain text; if you open it up in notepad or textedit you'll see all sorts of unreadable shit. a txt file usually is plain text. if i open up the file "mobydick.txt" that i have saved, i'll see the full text of moby-dick: or, the whale and nothing else.

(in the tumblr accessibility world... i honestly have no clue how it started circulating?? or what justification's been given for it? please advise.)

this is not the end-all-be-all of accessibility. in fact, html-- which is the language for describing how web pages are displayed-- is a markup language, which means that when you write the code for a page, you mark up your plain text with how you want your text to be displayed and what you want it to mean. actually, html has standards for what all those markup tags mean, and how they should be used! then, when it gets rendered, all the markup goes away and you see this webpage.

plain text, in some ways, ignores every tool the browser gives us for access and reinvents the wheel. screenreaders already account for "big text" (tumblr refers to these as "heading level 1-2") or bold and italic text (by breaking up a sentence when it's encountered).

it's a bit more complicated than this-- sometimes plain text is necessary, ex. for those non-ascii cursive fonts or for text gradients, neither of which are handled properly by screenreaders. handled properly are the key words here. usually screenreaders handle headings, bold/italics, links-- anything that uses semantic html markup-- just fine.

if yours doesn't, i don't know what to tell you, this is literally the standard for how mainstream screenreaders work and you might've fucked with a setting somewhere.

pt. 2: you

it would help if people stopped spreading info about accessibility that's just plain untrue. a screenreader is a difficult tool to use well, actually! a lot of people talk about web accessibility and most of them are not on tumblr!! if you're looking to learn about this, i like webaim as a resource-- they have fairly well-written pages and it's a fun rabbit hole to go down.

there are easy steps for making your internet presence more accessible-- writing alt text, knowing what to avoid-- but the truth is, learning about accessibility is work. you have to put in effort to know what tools people have at their disposal, to learn how people use their machines. i've been at this for years! and i still wouldn't call myself an expert.

i also think everyone who talks about accessibility should read against access, a beautiful piece about finding different possibilities for accessibility from john lee clark, a DeafBlind protactile user:

We would do well to abandon the pretense that it’s possible to reproduce base things in realms other than those that gave birth to them. Instead, we can leave those things well alone where they belong, or, moved by possibilities, we can transgress, translate, and transform them. We can give foreign things new purposes, which may be slightly or extremely different from their original intent.... Our environment has endless potential for life. For centuries, however, much of our vitality was forbidden. We were forced to stick with the effects of the hearing and sighted world. Now, though, we are all in varying stages of flight.

for me, accessibility features like alt text are not tools for providing an "equivalent" experience. it provides another fully distinct way of encountering a photo, a webpage, a space...! and deserves to be thought of as one. more bluntly: screenreader users won't have the same needs as non-sr users and vice versa, and conflating the two is a disservice.

if you're able to and interested, please take some time to learn about this! it'll be better spent than putting down posts on tumblr.

#this post is phrased fairly nicely but i also fully have the term 'plain text' blocked on desktop #bc otherwise i am sent into an incandescent rage whenever i see it #it's well-meaning but most of the time? does not meet *anyone's* needs. + some of the time? is actively detrimental

[astromaki]

part 2 of 5000 $ - shoto todoroki x fem!reader (1597 words)

part 1. (previous)

tw ; minors dni, angst, nsfw, toxic relationship, mention of cheating and breakup, shoto is a complete bastard here

you finally did it.

you broke up with him a week ago. for real this time, not like the last hundred times you'd yelled at him that he was a heartless jerk. just so he could get you into bed the second you calmed down.

no, you threw him in the trash the day after that party. by message, but it was a start.

even your social media status had gone from 'in a relationship' to 'single <3', you'd even reinstalled tinder, and accepted follow requests on instagram from those boys in the same class as you in college.

and shoto seemed to have abandoned you too. no news from him, and you hadn't even run into him on campus in the last few days.

so why did it still hurt to think about him ? why did your lips refuse to say his name ? and why the fuck did your sheets still smell like him despite the many machines ?

so you could tell that you felt a little joy when you saw this message.

he had sent you this two days ago.

and it's been two days, you've been wondering if it was a good idea to see him again right away.

never mind, you were already at his door. besides, you didn't have to talk to him, just take back what belonged to you and go home. it couldn't go wrong ? right ? it's ridiculous, you even had to convince yourself now.

you knocked, once, twice, three times. you could hear someone inside. and you knew he didn't have a roommate. this rich kid could buy the whole building if he wanted.

fuck. you just had to go in and get your stuff, and it's like you were never there. he wouldn't notice you were there.

you opened the door, and were surprised to see a second pair of shoes at the entrance next to shoto's sneakers. which is more like a pair of rather feminine shoes, pumps.

a strange feeling made you shiver. it wasn't like you to track down your exes, but you don't remember seeing a new girl with shoto on social medias.

slight, imperceptible sighs escaped from his room a little further into the apartment. bed squeaks, that male growl you knew all too well.

fuck. fucking hell.

you knew what it was, you knew what those noises were, who was causing them. why he had asked you to come and get those so-called forgotten things.

and yet you still walked to his room, your brain screaming at you to turn around and stay away from that boy and his unmitigated evil. your heart telling you the opposite, to keep going to find out if he still cared about you. no matter how small, you wanted to know, you had to know, if you ever meant anything to him.

or if you were just a joke, that he could throw a little money around.

"shoto, fuck, yes, right there oh fuc-"

you felt tears welling up in your eyes when you finally saw shoto vulgarly fucking a girl in that room, where you used to spend all your evenings.

but that wasn't the worst part. it was that he had taken your best friend to bed, ochako.

"you're so fucking good, i -" he says in a low voice.

he had already created that crack in your heart. but now ?

his blue and gray eyes finally met yours, his gaze was nothing but arrogance and contempt. the only things he ever felt for you. and even though he was fucking your best friend, busy pacing back and forth, he had the nerve to look you up and down. a smirk lit up his face.

and that asshole finally said the three words he never disdained to say to you.

"i love you ochako," he finally said, looking you straight in the eye. you're the best sex i've ever had. "

his words were spoken clearly, slowly, so that they were articulate for you to hear. a mixture of anger, and sorrow suddenly overtook you

as if you had come back to reality, you suddenly left the room. your steps were disordered, you had lost all your balance, gravity seemed to be slightly stronger. your hands dropped some objects on your way.

what was wrong with you? why?

ochako had finally noticed you after her orgasm, and weakly called out your name, as if begging you to come back would make things better. that he was cheating on you was one thing, but with her ? the one who had pushed you to leave him?

you could hear heavy footsteps following you down the hallway to the front door. and a muscular hand grabbed your wrist to turn you around in one simple motion.

obviously, who else ?

"so you just walk into people's houses without knocking now?"

wow, how did he manage to make you hate him a little more every time he opened his mouth ?

"stop it. don't mess with me. you sent me a message to come in today to get my stuff." your voice was firm.

his face was as haughty as ever, yet he already seemed a little more natural and relaxed than the other times. you would have found it attractive if it wasn't after a romp with your best friend.

"ah, that's right. and so it's okay? you got everything? "

his deceptively kind voice made you want to scream. to take anything and throw it at him. he still had this annoying habit of driving you crazy even after you'd broken up. you wanted to hurt him like he'd been hurting you for months.

but your shaky, broken voice didn't reflect your desires. you were about to cry.

"i don't understand why? why you're being so mean to me. i'm not stupid, shoto, i know that you invited me here today just to see you fuck her."

his face hadn't changed, nor had his eyes. he was glaring at you miserably. as usual.

"i was hoping we could talk if i came to your door so we could maybe work things out, get off to a good start." and it's true, that message he sent you had falsely given you false hope. and you had fallen off the deep end.

a slight sigh escaped his lips. that slight sigh that made the cup overflow.

"why do you care ? we broke up, right ?"he said it in such a carefree tone.

"fuk you shoto. fuck you. you don't even realize how fucking toxic you are! you throw money around to get what you want, you fuck with people and play with their feelings! you're a fucking asshole. and you're a lot like your father for someone who hates him deeply. "

your words of hatred and anger that you had been building up for weeks, for fucking months, poured out on him like a lava flow.

it was mean, it was sincere, and it hurt shoto. it hurt him to see that he had done too much this tim.

his emotionless gaze watched you get angry, cry, push him, hit him, dry your tears that he couldn't tell if they were of melancholy or rage. he saw you push his hand away as he tried desperately to calm you down.

you couldn't see it, too busy screaming and drying your tears, but you managed to wring a sincere expression from shoto.

he was just panicking. he was panicking because he knew he had crossed the point of no return. that not even $5,000 or $10,000 or even $50,000 would bring you back.

his love, full of flaws, who never knew a healthy role model from his parents, would not be enough to make you stay. not to leave him alone.

because we know the cliché, the rich boy who didn't know how to love. didn't even know how to make the one person who always cared about his own selfish self, stay. but that was shoto though. he was that boy who only had toxic love to give.

but please don't leave him for good, he was begging you mentally.

if he had put his pride aside to express himself or even make you understand, maybe you wouldn't have left.

"i hate you shoto todoroki. i fucking hate you. but know that you'll end up alone, you and your stupid money. and i'll be the first to laugh. "

fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck.

" i- y/n just wait- "

he didn't think you'd hate him so much. the young man knew he was just an asshole with a fat bank account. he just thought that by fucking your best friend he'd get you to come back to him, out of desperation, out of a desperate love.

he didn't think he would feel such a pressure on his chest when he saw you slam the door, leaving him alone in the apartment with your best friend and a big hole in his heart.

he didn't think he'd regret his actions. he was a rich guy who always wanted what he wanted, whether it was money or sex. so you were easy. right ?

he never imagined that he would miss your perfume, your exasperating smiles, that he would miss you.

you were barely gone, and he knew he would miss you.

a/n ; i've never written such a nasty shoto sorry 😟 kinda want to leave this story like this...

please lemme know what you thought about this second part, should i make a third one ? (+ reblogs are appreciated <3)

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[seacottons]

—ateez as boyfriends [ domestic au ]

notes: swearing. suggestive dialogue. fluff. i blame a certain someone for this, not gonna say who. @kireiwoo

— hongjoong

very caring and attentive towards you

so much so, that even his friends have complained how it isn't fair he doesn't scold you like the way he does to them

he enjoys many activities with you, such as

helping him dye his hair an ungodly color every other month

he'll insist you try experimenting with your own tresses

but you only have the courage to dye the very ends of your strands

"i don't think i can pull off that color as well as you do," you'd say.

"that's a load of bull. you'll suit every hair color."

you'll just roll your eyes playfully at his biased behavior.

other activities include getting tiny matching tattoos together.

the tiny flower and butterfly on your wrists was most likely your favorite due to its simplicity in design and the meaning behind it as well.

spontaneous dates are his favorite.

behind closed doors, he loves to constantly shower you with pecks and smooches.

often gets teased by his friends from how whipped he is for you.

randomly books vacations for you two to relax and unwind every so often.

although he enjoys it, he is a big, tired baby when it comes to traveling

always wanting to lean his head against your shoulder

or cuddling you close for warmth due to the airport's air conditioners blasting frigid air.

has written many songs about you

and when he's finally ready, he'll not only ask you to listen to them, but to also spend the rest of your life with him and share his last name as well.

— seonghwa

constant pet names

"darling."

"the sun to my stars."

"the moon to my sun."

"love of my life."

you like to call him mars, mostly.

but he revels when you call him 'twinkle eyes' for some reason.

has a habit of pulling you into his lap.

you'll subconsciously play with the strands of his hair as he does so, him being too distracted bickering with his friends to realize sometimes.

will always give you pleading looks whenever wooyoung or san tease him.

sometimes, you walk in to find wooyoung settling onto your boyfriend's back while he greedily devours the bowl of popcorn entirely by himself.

or other times when both wooyoung and san constrict his limbs with their arms whenever you're near.

"y/n can't save you now, so cut the whining."

you'll only sigh and shake your head in amusement.

"what are you guys doing to my poor boyfriend?"

"he changed the movie we were watching without our permission!"

"because i have no damn clue what's going on, and harry potter is too confusing!"

coffee dates.

loves to sleep with you tucked against his chest.

always has an arm draped around your frame.

butterfly kisses on your neck.

soft touches against the small of your back and waist.

his favorite pastime with you would be stargazing.

"baby, look. it's me, mars-io," he'd say whilst pointing up to the large, bright star in the night sky.

when it's too cloudy outside, or when the weather isn't forgiving, he'll turn on the indoor star projector he bought so the two of you can stargaze in the comfort of your own bed.

— yunho

is the epitome of romantic.

is constantly smothering you in love and affection.

always has heart eyes and admiration in his eyes at whatever small task you do or say.

rant about an ancient dynasty?

heart eyes.

bombard him with useless information about a certain abandoned island.

heart eyes.

gush about the new cute bakery that recently opened up?

heart eyes.

if you had a money jar for every time he says 'i love you', you'd have enough money to buy a plane ticket or two.

always willing to drop everything to help you with whatever it is you need.

will wake up in the middle of the night when you text him to ask if he's awake or not.

willingly stays up to keep you company.

but sometimes, when he's too tired, he'll knock out accidentally and profusely apologize to you in the morning.

very supportive of your life choices.

hates seeing you cry because it makes him want to bawl his eyes out as well.

his hugs are bone-crushing.

but he is a gentle giant nonetheless.

likes to attempt to bake pastries with you.

half of the time, the goods either turn out undercooked or burnt.

"they have love in them, that's all that matters."

will always insist that you can rant to him about anything and everything.

you've never felt so valued in your life before meeting him.

is the most understanding human being you've ever gotten the pleasure of knowing.

"i wish we were vampires," he says one day.

you give him an amused look, lips outstretched into a smile, "why, silly?"

"so we can spend an eternity together."

— yeosang

his heart flutters when you notice the smallest things he does.

it makes him feel appreciated and acknowledged.

like when he changes up his hairstyle or earrings.

or when he wears a new sweater.

a big, big softie when it comes to you.

can and will want to spend all day in your arms on his days off.

quick witted and has a knack for noticing the tiniest detail.

very shy and awkward at first.

but when he gets more comfortable as time passes on, you won't be safe from his snarky little comments anymore.

will constantly bring up the thing you said or did months ago to prove a point.

"oh, you like this flavor? three months ago you told me it tasted like vomit."

"remember that time you woke up in a rush to get to work thinking you were late, only for me to drag you back inside because it was three in the fucking morning?"

you stop mid-chew and peer up from your plate of rice.

"your point, yeosang?"

"oh, nothing this time. i just wanted to tease you."

is the type to have a mid-life crisis when you can't decide on a restaurant.

"but i don't want to eat at the chicken place again," you'll whine.

"it's been thirty minutes, and you still haven't decided what you want!"

"you're rushing me!"

"y/n! just pick!"

loves to cuddle with you, especially in the colder months.

wraps a blanket around your frame and tugs you in closer against his chest.

pretends not to understand your jokes just to spite and tease you.

loves when you cling onto him.

his favorite pastime with you would be just walking around together at night and trying out different types of street food.

or even visiting any of the local beaches for a relaxing walk together.

— san

persistently keen about whenever you feel upset or down.

he reads you better than any open book.

sometimes, it scares you, but you appreciate how he's always so eagle-eyed about your behavior.

loves to hug your head.

you allow wooyoung to crash some of your dates with san sometimes.

other times, san will whine and tell him to go find his own date.

"if y/n accepted you as a boyfriend, then you should've disclosed that i'm part of the deal as well. buy one get one free."

"as what exactly?"

"the hot, clingy best friend."

will take numerous duck-faced selfies of himself because you think they're cute.

often times, he'll ask you to mirror his expression, only for him to press his lips against yours a second before his phone snaps the picture.

likes when you kiss his dimple.

"y/n! it looks like a crater from the amount of times you've kissed it."

he likes to tease you.

a lot.

touchy.

very touchy.

always has an arm around you.

rests his chin against your shoulders.

playfully smacks your rear when you're sassy with him.

or leans in to hold your jaw whilst whispering teasing words into your ear that has you becoming docile and bothered in mere seconds.

has you wrapped around his finger as much as you have him wrapped around your own.

likes to have weekly picnics with you at the park and admires all the dogs running about.

"i should bring byeol next week. maybe she'll like to play fetch too."

"i don't think that's a good idea.."

you often find him fast asleep holding onto a plushie for dear life whenever you're away.

you'll pull it away from his arms, causing him to stir awake groggily.

he'll stare in confusion as you throw the plushie aside, before pulling you in tighter as you wriggle into his arms.

"you're softer than shiber," he'll mumble sleepily against the crown of your head.

— mingi

mingi is sometimes self-conscious around the public eye and others, but when it comes to you, those layers of fear and insecurity get stripped away instantly.

doesn't mind being vulnerable with you.

he craves affection, adores it even, but is insecure about not being able to return it well enough for his liking.

likes when you give him attention.

easily gets jealous when someone else grabs your interest.

reassuring him 24/7.

"yes, mingi. you're the love of my life."

kissing his pouting lips for good measure.

the smallest of gestures has him a blushing mess.

even holding hands in public.

when he's not being a sentimental sap, he'll like teasing you lovingly.

"wow, you have this many photos of me in your phone?"

you'll scrutinize him in confusion.

"are you that obsessed with me, y/n?"

"mingi! you told me to take half of those photos of you!"

"oh, right. i forgot."

a silence weighs down onto the two of you.

"but would you have taken them if i never asked you to?"

constantly laughs about the things you say, although you don't think you're that funny.

always seeks your approval subconsciously.

will always shield you from the rain, playfully yelling at the droplets sometimes.

"you can't make y/n wet! only i can!"

"mingi! we are in public!"

wanted to go strawberry picking because he saw a celebrity try it out on instagram live.

accidentally steps on many berries though.

"it's okay, they'll just make another plant. i did them a favor."

brags about you like no tomorrow.

even for the tiniest, minuscule thing.

"oh, i've already tried the brand of ice cream. y/n always buys that for me."

"i don't need to pay all this money for a measly slice of cake. y/n's cakes are much better."

"no, wooyoung. i'm not jealous of your new shoes." he'll lightly pinch the boy's side, "y/n and i have already bought ourselves matching pairs."

"you two are so fucking cheesy, it hurts."

when he's not bragging about you, he's boasting about himself.

but if that's what helps him raise his confidence levels up, you'll gladly sit down hours on end listening to how he has more 'swag' and 'charisma' than all of his older friends combined.

— wooyoung

teases you like his life depends on it.

says you can't get enough of him, when in reality it's the other way around.

but you let him believe whatever he wants.

but deep down he just really gets satisfied with himself if he raises your mood and makes you smile.

especially when you're not having a great day.

uses way too many emojis when texting you.

"wooyoung, why am i saved as as 'clingy bug' on your contacts?"

he'll squawk indignantly and laugh awkwardly for a second.

"who told you this lie!?"

"seonghwa?"

always wants to show off your love in front of his friends.

"no, i don't want my early birthday gift now. wait until the others show up, and do it front of them."

"but why?"

"so everyone can see how much you love me. can you also cry for good measure?"

"absolutely not."

he enjoys the dates you have in his apartment the most.

the ones where he cooks for you and asks for your help, only for him to pester you about over-seasoning or undersalting something.

"okay, fine! we'll just order take out if it tastes that bad," you pout, flinging a small piece of onion on his face.

his head instantly snaps back to eye you judgingly, fist gripping the poor spatula.

"over my dead body."

"so, y/n. how does my plating look?"

"it's beautiful, wooyoung. you've outdone y-"

"what else is beautiful?" he demands, face leaning over the table to give you a knowing grin.

you shove a piece of meat and rice into his mouth, shrugging nonchalantly.

"me."

he deflates at your answer, spluttering pieces of rice onto your face.

"jung wooyoung, you slob!"

— jongho

is the type of boyfriend to stop you in the middle of the road to tie your shoe for you.

very charming and goofy in his own way.

takes pride in himself and his abilities to cater to your every whim and need.

even when you don't ask for his help.

aggressively opens jars for you when you struggle to pry them open.

"no one messes with my y/n."

"you're fussing at a jar of pickled radish, baby."

the type to cling close to you in public in fear of any of the bicyclists or pedestrians bumping into you and harming you in any way.

sometimes acts like you're made of glass.

while it's endearing occasionally, it is a bit suffocating at other times.

doesn't believe you when you say you're tough and don't need protection.

very selfless and willing to help you with anything you need.

never one to shy away from social gatherings with his friends, always pulling you along with him despite you being shy and clingy most of the night.

also a big tease.

when you help him hold down his legs for sit ups, he asks for a smooch.

pulls away from you when you try to kiss him.

and will laugh at your pouting face as he urges you to try once more.

"stop moving, i just want to kiss you!"

after numerous tries, he finally allows you ( you truly think you over-powered him though ) to kiss his cheeks or lips.

he then proceeds to squawk loudly in retaliation and playful disgust.

although he loves teasing you, when the game is flipped the other way, he'll be a shy mess of embarrassment.

"i don't mumble your name in my sleep."

"you always do, silly."

tucked underneath his macho exterior, you know he's prone to criticism and takes it to heart much more than he likes to show and admit.

so, whenever you get the chance, you always fulfill his need to be appreciated, loved, and taken care of.

is utterly and extremely protective of you.

"who just whistled at you?" he grumbles, "i'll break their jaw like an apple, you know i will."

#ateez headcanons #ateez x reader #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #choi san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader

[thenigotthisfamily]

I know you've already done something like this, but pls pls pls!! for women's day? could you write about natasha having like a stressful day or something and eventually kinda snapping and having an outburst to the whole team? maybe they pressure her a lot or something and she just cant take it anymore, and they all realize that she's right and that they've been pretty blind on how natasha never really got any credit for any work, and has only ever been given shit for any "mistakes" even if they aren't really mistakes.

similar to what you've written before, just a little different, with natasha being overloaded with work and the team not appreciating her enough. everyone has a breaking point and I feel like it's good to see that in someone who's often seemingly perfect.

sorry if thats a lot, you don't have to if you don't want to though!! no pressure ❤ I love ur work sm I honestly read your fics everyday.

Thanks for this request! I'm so glad you enjoy reading my fics so much. 🥰 I know I'm a day late but Happy International Women's Day! Especially to Natasha who has been one of my favorite characters ever since 2010. This was a fun one to write in her honor.

Also, I've been busy with classes, but I've been working on all the other requests I've gotten and will post those as soon as I can!

Word Count: 3,689

Natasha Romanoff is jerked awake at 3am by the sound of the fire alarm going off in the compound. Her first thought is to panic about her sister, but then she remembers Yelena is currently off on a mission with Peter and Kate. Well, it was supposed to be a mission, but it really was just a boring stakeout, and she had a feeling the 3 of them had probably gotten into ridiculous shenanigans to pass the time. She’s honestly surprised she hadn’t gotten a call from the police about them yet.

But the 3 youngest Avengers were gone, meaning that the compound had probably been set on fire by one of her dear older colleagues. She didn’t even have to guess about who it was.

“Friday what did Tony do this time?” Natasha huffs as she stumbles around her apartment trying to put clothes on and find Fanny and Liho.

“I’m afraid it’s too difficult for me to describe.”

Natasha rolls her eyes as she grabs Liho and whistles for Fanny. She also throws on the original vest Yelena gave her which has some of the sisters’ most important possessions in the pockets such as the film strip of pictures from their childhood and necklace Natasha had given Yelena. She didn’t think the compound would burn down, they had the most advanced sprinkler system ever, but she also knew the messes Tony could make so she didn’t want to risk leaving behind too many valuables. She quickly brings the pets to the outdoor park at the compound, knowing they were safe and wouldn’t be able to run away there. She then runs back to Tony’s lab.

When she enters, she sees pure chaos unfolding in front of her. Steve, Thor, and Bruce are already there and Clint stumbles in a few seconds later, looking dead to the world. She’s thankful they’re the only ones in the compound currently, because what stood before her was an epic disaster.

The entire lab is a massive ball of fire.

Tony is in his suit flying around trying to douse the fire with a fire extinguisher. Bruce is desperately trying to collect all the chemicals lying around that could cause an explosion if caught on fire. Steve and Thor are trying to move all the tables around to make a barricade to slow the fire. Clint’s first response is to fill a bucket with water and try to throw it on the flames which does little to nothing.

Natasha stands there for a moment in pure shock. She didn’t freeze much, but she can honestly say this was one of the most ridiculous sights she had ever seen.

“What the fuck happened???” She screams over the roaring of the flames. Though the fire is large, most of the lab tools were fireproof so the flames were spreading slowly.

“Tony combined two chemicals THAT I SPECIFICALLY SAID NOT TO COMBINE!” Bruce yells. Unlike his alter ego, it was rare that Bruce Banner lost his temper, so it was clear Tony had really messed things up.

“I was experimenting! We have this lab for experiments!

“Yes and it would be fine for normal fires! But those chemicals created something that is not so easy to put out, as you can see!” Bruce points to the still growing fire that is not going out under the fire retardant.

Natasha huffs, diving in to help Bruce clean up the rest of the chemicals. “So do any of you have an actual plan?? Or are we just going to run around like mad men trying to fix this?”

“The second one.” Tony hollers out.

Natasha glares back at the billionaire, “Why aren’t the sprinklers on? Also, clearly we need something stronger than your fire extinguisher to put this out so how do we make it??”

“Sprinkler system center got burned and is offline. Friday is having issues too.”

“Aren’t you the genius? Can’t you fix it?”

“I’ve been trying to contain the fire! It took you all a while to get here!”

The rest of the Avengers stop and glare at the Iron Man.

“Okay, I take that back.” Tony holds up his hands in surrender. “But someone needs to man the borders here!”

Natasha rolls her eyes, “Clint, clean up the rest of these chemicals. Bruce, start working on a solution for us to put this fire out. Steve and Thor, seal up the boundaries, make sure this doesn’t spread to the rest of the compound. I’ll go fix the sprinklers.” The men nod, following her orders without question.

Natasha then fights her way through the smoke to the main computer. She coughs and shields her eyes from the smoke until finally she gets to the system. She’s glad Yelena isn’t here, she’s sure her sister would be doing something insanely dangerous at this point. She’s also sure Yelena would simultaneously be screaming at her right now for her own dangerous actions. The thought makes her smile slightly. She loved her sister.

The redhead grabs the computer and opens it up, seeing most of the insides are fried. However, she thinks she can salvage enough to get the sprinklers online, so she digs through a bin of parts and starts piecing the unit back together. She wouldn’t say she’s a top-tier hacker or computer designer, but she certainly knew more than anyone else there other than Tony, and being a spy meant she was always resourceful. The computer eventually whirs to life and she’s able to get to the sprinkler system to turn it on.

Immediately they’re all doused in ice cold water. Natasha coughs violently from the smoke and the suddenness of the cold, but she’s pleased to see the fire is at least dying down more.

“Bruce how we doing?” She calls, stumbling back to the scientist.

“Got it!” He tosses the newly made substance to Tony who begins to spray it around the room. The fire finally recedes and eventually completely dies out, leaving just smoke and ash in its wake. The 6 Avengers stand there and take in the sight, all covered head to toe in soot.

“So…anyone want Shawarma?” Tony asks cheekily. For the second time that night all the Avengers glare at him.

“Oh no…” Bruce breathes out.

“What.” Tony turns.

Bruce doesn’t respond, instead hurrying over to the office part of the lab which is completely scorched. “All the intel for the upcoming Hydra mission was in this room!”

“What?!” Steve exclaims.

“Why were they in the lab?” Clint asks, tiredly rubbing his face.

“Capcicle brought them and wanted me to take a look at them. He shouldn’t have though, he knows I never look at the debriefs.”

“I didn’t know you were going to burn this place down Stark!” Steve says angrily.

“It’s a lab! Things happen! I told you not to go near my stuff!”

“Well coming here is the only way to even talk to you for 5 minutes about important missions! You’ve been in here for a week!” Steve says angrily.

“What mission even is this?” Thor asks. The god was often out of the loop since he was usually off-world.

“Hydra is building a portal to another universe.” Natasha says tiredly, leaning her head against the door. She already knew what this would mean for them.

“Oh.” Thor mutters. “That is…not ideal.”

“We were supposed to run that mission in 2 days! With the entire team!” Clint exclaims. “It took us a month to gather that intel. We have to push it off.”

“We can’t push it off, the portal is nearly done!” Tony insists.

“Well you should’ve thought about that before burning all our intel!” Clint yells back. It was also rare for Clint to lose his temper, but he was tired and frustrated with the carelessness of his teammates.

“It shouldn’t have even been in here!” Tony deflects, looking back at Steve.

“Really? You’re going to put this on me?”

“Well since you have a history of not taking responsibility for your actions…yes.” Tony fires back.

“Enough!” Natasha yells. “Guys, it’s 4am. We have to go on this mission in 2 days. We can’t be having this argument right now.”

All the men fall silent at that.

“We can’t go without intel.” Bruce states.

“How are we going to get a month’s worth of intel in 2 days?” Clint snarks.

“Nat got most of it,” Steve says, looking to the redhead. “Can you recreate it?” He knows how good the Black Widow’s memory is.

Natasha sets her jaw. She could recreate it, but it would take every minute of the next 2 days to even come close. “Yes.”

“Alright it’s settled then, Romanoff gets the intel, we’ll be ready in 2 days.” Tony turns away to go back to his lab.

Natasha grits her teeth but nods. “You 5 better have this all cleaned up by the time I’m done. I don’t want my sister coming back to a war zone.” The men nod and Natasha leaves to get started on her work.

The black widow doesn’t sleep at all the next 48 hours. Physically, she’s okay. She’s trained to stay awake much longer and be fine. Besides, she didn’t sleep well without Yelena anyway. But mentally, her brain is fried.

She’s spent hours staring at holograms and screens, trying to recreate their intel from memory. Names, blueprints, news clippings, everything she could think of she had to piece back together. She didn’t have a photographic memory, she was just trained to know that the difference between life and death could be memorizing a single word. So she learned to remember everything she could. But even for the great Black Widow, it’s still a lot.

She barely takes any time to eat. Clint stops by and basically forces her to put food in her mouth a few times, but it only takes about 10 minutes before she’s back to work. She’s absolutely exhausted, and above everything, she misses Yelena. The blonde would normally make sure Natasha still took care of herself and could probably even help Natasha recreate some of this intel herself to ease the load, but the blonde wasn’t there right now, and the other Avengers didn’t have the skills or knowledge needed to help her.

2 hours before the mission is supposed to run, Natasha hears a knock on her door. She rubs her temples, having a feeling who it was. She opens the door and the other 5 original Avengers stand before her.

“Hey Nat,” Steve mumbles, “Can we come in?”

The redhead silently lets the others in to her apartment.

“Look, we don’t mean to rush your or anything, but the briefing is in 20 minutes…” Tony genuinely seems like he’s trying to be sincere, but it doesn’t ease the tension rising in Natasha.

“I’m working as fast as I can.” The redhead grinds out.

“We know!” Steve says quickly, “Maybe we can just go with what you have now?”

“You said the briefing is in 20 minutes. Give me 20 minutes and stop wasting my time.”

The men shift uneasily but nod and file out. As soon as they leave Natasha picks up a knife and throws it at the door in frustration. It embeds right near the doorknob. She then takes a deep breath and forces herself to focus for 20 more minutes.

20 minutes later she shows up at the briefing and shows them all the intel. The others are amazed at how much detail Natasha has recreated. But it’s still doesn’t seem like enough.

“Alright, before we go, are we sure we have everything?” Steve asks lightly, glancing at Natasha.

“Yes I’m sure!” Natasha growls and heads to her apartment to grab her gear for the mission.

An hour later the 6 Avengers are on their way the Hydra base. Everything turns out the way Natasha had scoped out. The names, maps, and information had all been correct. They tear through the base easily. Thor hadn’t planned to come but decided to stay a bit longer and his help allows them to move faster than anticipated.

Soon enough they’re back at the compound, the men lounging about drinking beer. The mission was accomplished. Natasha should be happy, but instead she just feels exhausted and on edge after the last 2 days.

Tony holds up his beer, “To everyone.” The others hold up theirs in agreement, except Natasha.

“To everyone, really?” The words come out before Natasha can stop them. She didn’t really try hard to stop them though.

All the men turn curiously to the black widow, surprised to hear the bitterness in her tone.

“Yeah, we wiped the floor with that base together.” Tony answers, not understanding Natasha’s meaning.

“You act like that was the only part of the mission Stark. It wasn’t. It was like 1% of it, and the easiest part of it at that!” Natasha jumps up, standing in the middle of the men.

Steve frowns, realizing what the spy is getting at, “Nat-”

“No!” Natasha slams her beer down on the table and the men all jump. “I spent the last 60 hours staying awake putting that intel together so we could have a smooth mission, and you think you can just swoop in at the last minute and say it was a group effort??”

“Romanoff-” Tony starts.

“I don’t even care about the credit! Honestly! But I’m tired of sitting here holding this team together without help! The 5 of you didn’t even finish repairing the lab in the total time I was gathering that intel by myself!”

“You were the only one that could put the intel together.” Tony interjects.

Natasha shoots him a death glare and he cowers. “Really Stark? You’re the one that burned our original intel to ash! That’s right, not Steve, not Bruce, you! Also, one thing you failed to mention is that I’m the only one that could put that intel back together because I was the one that found most of it in the first place!”

The black widow now turns to the others. “Look, I know you’re all busy. Clint, you have a family. Bruce, you have lab projects and can’t always be directly involved on missions. Thor, you’re off world a lot. Steve, you’re busy putting together those boring PowerPoints. And don’t even get me started on your tinkering Tony Stark.” She points back at the billionaire. “Somehow you have time to play with fire in a lab at 3am, waking us all up, but don’t have time to read important intel that I spent a month gathering??”

The billionaire looks sufficiently guilty at the rhetorical question and looks down at the ground.

“Nat-” Steve starts to say.

“Don’t, Rogers. I’m too exhausted to go back and forth with you all. But listen closely when I say, if you guys want all the credit, that’s fine, I don’t care. But you damn well better start contributing more. I know when we first started off, I was all in. I had nothing except this job, so it didn’t matter. But I have Yelena now, and every second I spend doing work that you all should be doing, I’m missing out on time with my sister. And trust me when I say, if that ever truly interferes with Yelena’s and my relationship, I will leave you all faster than you can blink. Then you tell me how your missions turn out.”

With that, the Black Widow exits the room, leaving a stunned group of men in her wake.

When she arrives at her apartment at the compound, she collapses in bed. She almost feels bad about yelling at the guys and threatening to quit, but at the same time, she meant every word.

She doesn’t remember falling asleep, but a few hours later she wakes up to the feeling of gentle fingers running through her hair. She sighs in relief as she nuzzles closer to the one person that could truly give her peace.

“Hey Poser.”

“Mmm hi little one.” Natasha mutters. “How was the mission?”

“Fine. A bit hilarious actually, but we’re not going to talk about that right now.”

“Why not?” Natasha’s eyebrows furrow as she looks up at the blonde. She genuinely wanted to hear about the mission, she missed her sister’s voice and laugh, and wanted to talk about anything but her own responsibilities.

“Because I first want to know why you had this huge basket of gifts outside our door.”

Natasha eyes widen as the blonde pulls out the basket that is filled with chocolate and peanut butter and a few new gadgets Tony had apparently designed for her. There are also 5 cards in the basket, one from each of the other original Avengers.

“It’s like you have 5 secret admirers.” Yelena jokes.

“More like 5 men groveling at my feet for forgiveness.” Natasha mutters.

“What did they do this time?”

“Well, it started with Tony burning down the lab.”

“Huh, I thought I smelled fire. But I assumed that was you burning toast again.” Yelena pokes her sister playfully.

“I wish it was only that.” Natasha mutters, reaching out for the cards.

“So what happened after that?”

Natasha winces, knowing her sister would press for the truth, but also not looking forward to Yelena’s reaction to the truth. “They burned the intel for the Hydra mission.”

Yelena’s jaw clenches in anger, but she’s surprisingly quiet. Natasha thinks the blonde can tell her older sister is too exhausted for more outbursts of anger. “And let me guess, you recreated all the intel yourself.”

“Maybe.” Natasha says with a sheepish shrug, opening Thor’s letter. It’s short and sweet, saying how he’s sorry he hasn’t been more involved and to ask him for help anytime she needs it. She knew Thor was busy with his own messes off world, so she appreciates the gesture.

“Jesus Tasha. Did you sleep at all?”

Natasha just gives Yelena a silent look before picking up Bruce’s card. Bruce’s card is sweet as well. He apologizes sincerely for everything, including his role in the lab fire. Her anger honestly wasn’t directed at him very much, but it’s nice he still wrote a letter.

Yelena huffs as she pulls Natasha closer. The redhead hums in appreciation as she rests back against Yelena, glad to let her sister hold her for once.

The spy picks up the card from Clint next. Like Bruce, Clint apologizes sincerely and says if Natasha ever wants a vacation, the kids would love to see her. Even in the letter, Natasha gets the feeling Clint knows she wasn’t truly mad at him either, but she’s happy he wrote her one all the same. She thinks maybe she should visit the kids soon, she hadn’t seen them in a while.

“I think they sent this chocolate for me and not you.” Yelena mumbles, picking up a snickers bar.

Natasha smirks as she grabs Steve’s letter. “I’m sure that’s true. They know the way to my heart is through you.” She smiles fondly at Yelena who tightens her grip on the redhead while she digs into the snickers. The redhead opens Steve’s letter.

“Wow he wrote you a novel.” Yelena mumbles through the candy bar.

Natasha rolls her eyes at the note which takes up the entire card, front and back. She’s not at all surprised about the length. Steve tended to talk about things for far too long. The letter is everything one would expect from Captain America. He apologizes about a hundred times and reminiscences about past missions and how he’s so glad Natasha has Yelena now and how far they’ve all come. It’s sappy and chivalrous and endearing. By the end she thinks, not for the first time, how odd her life is to be friends with such a different group of misfits.

Lastly she picks up Tony’s card. It’s the messiest looking out of all of them, as if maybe Steve or Pepper forced him to write it after much resistance. However, it’s the only letter Natasha is genuinely surprised by the contents of.

Romanoff,

I’m sorry for being such an ass. Pepper made me write that. Though I concur with the general sentiment. I will work to take more responsibility in the future. I’ll also have the lab repaired by tonight.

I know I’m the face of it, but you are the heart and soul of this team. I don’t know if he ever told you this, he only told me when he banned me from the Avengers to start and made me a consultant. But on Fury’s list of potential recruits for the Avengers Initiative, you were the number 1 person. Not Barton, who he had worked with much longer, not Cap, who is, annoyingly, Mr. Perfect, not Bruce or Thor who are physically unbreakable, and certainly not me. You were his number 1 choice Nat. And I second that.

I hope you never leave, but if you do one day, I know that is your choice. You deserve to be happy, and you should be proud of what you’ve accomplished for the Avengers and the universe.

Tony

Ps. Despite how this letter sounds, I promise I will still be myself and drive you insane for the rest of your life. Sorry, not sorry.

Natasha drops the letter, feeling surprised that words from Tony freaking Stark had her on the verge of tears.

“Woah.” Yelena whistles, having read the letter over Natasha’s shoulder. “You should take a picture of that. Use it whenever Stank steps out of line again.”

Natasha chuckles and sets the letters aside. She leans over a presses a kiss to Yelena’s forehead. “I’m glad you’re home Lena.”

The blonde hums and lets Natasha lean on her heavily, knowing the redhead is about to fall asleep any minute. The black widow smiles at the gesture and closes her eyes.

Natasha doesn’t need a picture. Even if it burned to ash right now, she’d remember every word of that letter for the rest of her life.

#natasha and yelena #black widow fanfiction #tony stark #steve rogers #clint barton #thor #bruce banner #avengers fanfiction

[supernovafics]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

pairing: dylan o’brien x best friend fem!reader

summary: in which dylan has been your best friend for as long as you could remember. your busy lives and schedules may have pushed both of your lives in vastly different directions as you’d gotten older, but somehow you two would always be led back to your hometown, and each other, during the holidays. however, one moment causes all of that to change. 

warnings: angst (what else is new), some fluffiness, mentions of past trauma (the maze runner incident), existential crises, explicit language

word count: 3.6k words

author’s note: idk why i decided to write something christmas related in the summer but it happened lmao (also i feel like it’s slightly important to mention that this takes place in 2016)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The rocks being thrown at your window were not what woke you up. Instead, you had been lying awake for hours; getting little to no sleep was something that you had become used to at this point.

However, on this specific night— or morning, depending on how one looked at it— you were glad that your sleep had been restless once again because it made it easy for you to get out of bed and walk to your window when the rocks began hitting it.

There was really no need for you to push open the curtains and check who was doing the throwing because, of course, it was Dylan. Ever since he moved onto your street in Hermosa Beach in middle school and the two of you easily became friends, he was the only person that would ever wake you up in the middle of the night with the soft pings of rocks, especially on this specific day at this specific time.

You waved at him and gestured that you would be down in a moment. You slipped on a random pair of sweatpants along with a hoodie and then placed the Christmas gift that you bought for him in the pocket. The item was small enough to fit in the not too big pocket of your hoodie; however, it did awkwardly protrude a bit.

All of this was a sort of unspoken tradition that the pair of you had developed over the many years you’d known each other. Meeting at five in the morning on Christmas day, walking to the beach that was only a few blocks away from your respective childhood homes, and exchanging Christmas gifts with each other as you both watched the sunrise. It started when you were in ninth grade, and you hadn't missed a year since, not even when the ending of high school pushed your lives in vastly different directions, especially since Dylan graduated a year before you and was almost immediately thrust into his acting career.

But, it didn't matter that Dylan's career took off, and you eventually decided to go to college in Santa Barbara, because, no matter what, you both would always come back for the holidays.

When you opened your front door and saw Dylan lingering by the sidewalk no more than ten feet away, you were quick to go toward him and pull him in for a tight embrace. It actually hadn't been too long since you’d last seen him, maybe only five or six months, but for some reason, it still felt as if the last time he was in front of you was last December.

"Hey," Dylan breathed out in a short greeting, his arms wounding around your waist.

“Hey to you too," You responded, a small smile gracing your features when you both pulled away, and you looked up at him. "How have you been?"

It was quiet for a few moments as you waited for him to answer the question, but eventually, you were met with no verbal response, and instead, Dylan simply shrugged. The short action made your heart constrict in the most painful way, and it was then that you noticed the light remnants of a scar peeking out from behind his dark hair that covered the majority of his forehead. You were quick to peel your eyes away from the scar and instead cast them down at your Converse-covered feet, but that didn't stop the memories from quickly coming back.

The Maze Runner accident had happened back in March, but to you, and you knew to Dylan as well, it felt as if it was just yesterday, especially considering the fact that he was still dealing with the unavoidable repercussions from it.

"Wanna walk?" You asked, finally looking up at him once again.

Dylan nodded. "Yeah."

A silence that could only be deemed as comfortable lingered between them as the two of you took the five-minute walk to the beach and sat down side by side on one of the random empty benches.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," Dylan said as he handed a present over to you. The present was messily wrapped, something that was not at all uncommon when receiving gifts from Dylan, and the sight of it made you smile.

Before you unwrapped the gift, you pulled out the one you had for him and handed it over. "Merry Christmas, Dyl."

The nostalgic sound of wrapping paper ripping could be heard as you tore into your gift. A simultaneous shocked and happy yelp emitted from your lips when you held up a Harry Potter t-shirt. But, it wasn't just any Harry Potter t-shirt; it was one with a version of the Goblet of Fire movie poster on it, which was your all-time favorite movie in the series.

"Holy shit."

"It's the original merch that was sold when the movie came out," Dylan told you. He hadn't opened his gift yet, and instead, he was playing with the green bow placed on top of it; he always liked to see your reaction first.

You looked at Dylan and then back down at the shirt as you processed his words. "Wow, double holy shit. I would put it on if it wasn't freezing right now."

Dylan laughed a bit. "Very understandable."

“Why haven't you opened yours yet? I'm dying to see what you think of it," You said. You were now holding the t-shirt to your chest, genuinely feeling like a little kid on Christmas morning again.

Dylan finally began unwrapping your gift to him, and when all of the paper was peeled off, there was a square box. "Aw, a plain white box. Thank you so much. This is what I've always wanted."

You rolled your eyes and playfully bumped him with your shoulder. "Ha ha. Please save all of these bad jokes for your stand-up act; I can't wait to boo you off the stage along with everyone else."

"So, what I'm hearing is you don't think that becoming a comedian is going to be the next best career move for me?" Dylan asked. He attempted to make the question sound as serious as possible, but there was a joking undertone to his words.

You bit back your laughter. "Please just open the box already so I don't have to hurt your feelings by truthfully answering that question."

"Okay, we'll circle back to that topic later," Dylan smiled and then finally opened the white box to reveal a slightly faded baseball. When he picked it up, he ran his thumb over the black signature written on it. "Now it's my turn to say holy shit."

You could feel yourself smiling at his awestruck reaction, and you wondered if that was what you looked like when you saw the Harry Potter shirt. The baseball was signed by one of the players of the New York Mets that had been Dylan's favorite player when he was younger, and he'd even caught a ball hit by him when he went to a game before he moved to California.

"I've had this idea for years, but I could never find a baseball signed by him," You began explaining, the excitement clear in your voice. "But, last month, someone named Paul Todd posted this on eBay and I immediately bought it. God bless that old man. It's completely authentic and everything."

Dylan was quiet for a few moments as he simply looked at the baseball in his hands, a small joyful smile on his face, and it made you happy to see him so genuinely elated with the present.

"This just made my gift look like shit," He finally said, a light laugh falling from his lips.

"I have always been the superior gift giver. I think that's my hidden talent," You responded with a playful smirk.

Dylan placed the baseball back in its box and then looked at you. "Next year you will receive the best gift ever from me. It will completely top everything that you have ever given me."

"You're saying that as if I should feel upset about receiving a trip to Italy as a Christmas gift."

"A trip to Italy?"

"In my strong opinion, that would be the best gift ever," You said with a smile and then looked down at the t-shirt, which was now in your lap. "But, anyway, I don't think this gift is shit. I'm in love with this shirt already."

Dylan let out a joking, overexaggerated sigh in relief. "Phew, okay, since you think this gift is great, that means I don't have to do the trip to Italy next year."

"What? Did I say I like this t-shirt? I hate it! Harry Potter actually su— Fuck, I can't say this with a straight face," You laughed, and Dylan was quick to join in with you.

The joking statements leading up to the laughter hadn't even been the funniest things ever, but it didn't matter because this was probably the hardest you had laughed in a while, and you were both glad and unsurprised that it was with one of your favorite people in the entire world.

You missed joking around and laughing with him. You missed simply being with him.

Eventually, the laughter died off, but there was still a smile planted firmly on your face. You looked ahead at the darkness in front of you and the ocean that looked completely black; it was still kind of early, so the sun hadn't begun to rise just yet. Your back pressed against the wooden bench, and you let out a small sigh, your head finding Dylan's shoulder as you leaned against him.

"How have you been?" You asked him, your words coming out both soft and slightly quiet, and before the mood became too serious with your question that was nothing but serious, you attempted to lighten it. "And please no shrugs as a response this time. I don't wanna get a headache due to my head bouncing off your shoulder."

Dylan let out a breath of a laugh at your final statements but refrained from answering the question for a few moments.  

After what felt like forever, he sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I honestly don't know. My mind has felt so fucked lately, thinking about everything. I swear I've been feeling every feeling known to man these past months."

"What are you feeling right now? In this moment?"

"I'm really happy with you. This is probably the only normal and familiar thing I've experienced in a while. But, of course, there's still that confused feeling in the back of my mind revolving around everything else." He paused for a brief moment before continuing, his next words came out quieter. "I don't even know if I want to go back to acting."

You lifted your head off his shoulder and looked at him as you pulled his hand into yours and gave it a light, reassuring squeeze.

"No matter what you decide. I'll be right there to support you," You told him and then added a "bro" at the end of her sentence along with a small smile. Whenever things became too deep in a conversation you two were having, one of you would always throw a "bro" or "dude" in there to bring some playfulness to the mood.

The corners of Dylan's perked up a bit. "So, you'll support me when I decide to become a comedian?"

You were unable to stifle your light laughter. "Yes, fine, fuck it. I'll be the loudest one laughing at all of your shows."

Dylan squeezed your hand back because he knew exactly how reluctantly true your words were. "Don't worry, I promise not to put you through that."

"Thank you."

"So, how have you been?"

"No."

"Oh, come on," Dylan said as he playfully poked your side. "I'm not gonna be the only one exposing my feelings."

You sighed and then hesitantly nodded. "Okay, okay."

The truth was you had been far from good lately. Your life was moving, but for some reason, you felt like you weren’t moving with it.

You felt stuck.

Stuck in a confusing mindset where you had absolutely no idea what you wanted to do with your life. You thought that identity crises usually happened in high school, but apparently, yours had come five years late. But, you knew that this delayed identity crisis had been your own doing because you had convinced herself that you would figure everything out once you were in college; and you were both lucky and smart enough to receive a full ride to UCSB.

And although you were finishing up your Master's degree in Creative Writing and had a TA job at the university with the department, which was the reason behind why you could even pay for the Master's program, something in your "should be great" life simply did not feel right.

However, you felt absolutely terrified to say any of that out loud because admitting it would only finally make that statement a wholehearted truth, instead of just a spiraling thought in your mind. And even though Dylan was your best friend and you knew you could tell him anything and not receive any sort of judgment, it still felt hard to let the words leave your lips.

You thought about the way to perfectly word everything, but nothing felt right. You pulled your hand away from Dylan's and covered your face as you let out an exasperated breath. "I can't figure how to say it all."

Dylan placed an arm around you and then mimicked the same question you had asked him not too long ago. "What are you feeling right now? In this moment?"

You would have both laughed and smiled at the fact that he was using your exact words if the current circumstances were different.

"Scared," You finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what the fuck I wanna do anymore, and actually, I don't think I really ever did. I only went to college because of the scholarship, and I convinced myself that I would figure my life out when I got there. And for a while, things felt right because I found creative writing and genuinely enjoyed it, but something doesn't feel right anymore. And I actually do like school. Because it's stable, and I am doing things, even if it's taking a dumbass test. But, it's about to be over soon, and I have no idea what I'm gonna do."

Your words were coming out like vomit, and nothing could stop it because finally, everything you had been feeling for so long was out of your head and put into the open.

"And don't get me wrong, I do love to write, but I don't know, I just can't see myself doing it for the rest of my life," You admitted and then let your next words come out quietly. "Honestly, I can't see myself doing anything. I'm so unhappy here."

You did not say it aloud, but you didn't think you were ever fully content there. Aside from Dylan and your parents, you never truly liked California. You had grown up there all your life, and although there were millions of people that adored the state, you felt the exact way someone from a state like Wyoming probably felt.

Dylan did not verbally respond to your long confession at first; instead, he simply pulled your confused and stressed self in for a hug, and you let out the simultaneous sigh and breath that you had been metaphorically holding in for years at this point.

"Maybe you should take a break," Dylan finally said; his arms were still around you, an action that made you feel completely comforted. "Right after high school, you went straight to college, and I don't think you've ever really taken a break to really think about what you actually want. Like, maybe, it's becoming a zookeeper."

Your laugh was slightly muffled by the fact that your face was pressed into the warmth of Dylan's chest. "Zookeeper?"

"I don't know," He laughed too. "You said you would support me in whatever the fuck I decide to do, and I'll do the exact same for you."

Somehow a smile found its way on your face. "A zookeeper and a comedian. What a fucking dream team."

Another laugh fell from Dylan's lips. "The best fucking dream team."

"But, honestly, I wish I could've known sooner that this is how you've been feeling. I would've been telling you to slow down so long ago, but you seemed content with everything," Dylan told you and gave you another light squeeze. "Please take a break and don't stress yourself out over the future when your next semester is over. Just relax for the first time. You can even come stay with me in LA for a little bit if that's where you wanna take your break. I'll be here for you, Y/N. Always."

Something about his words hit you hard. The wholehearted honesty and sincerity behind his statement shouldn't have surprised you, but it did. And the worry he had for you resembled the same concern you had for him when the accident happened. You two were best friends, so it should not have been a shock that you would worry about each other, but still, in that moment and for you, it was shocking because it felt like so much more than just that.

"Me too," You whispered, finally responding to his previous statement.

The long embrace came to an end with you being the one to pull away; however, you did not pull away far enough for you both to become completely detached from one another. Dylan's arms were still around your waist, and yours were still around the nape of his neck, and your faces were dangerously close. Your hand somehow took on a mind of its own as it reached around and cupped Dylan's cheek. The miniscule confusion and tickle of panic that began to prick at the back of your mind because of the action were not enough to make you pull away.

The slight way that Dylan leaned into your soft touch was the catalyst for you to take the leap and lean in the tiniest bit to close the small distance between the two of you, your lips almost too easily finding his. The inward sigh of contentment you emitted when Dylan almost immediately kissed you back made you realize that kissing him was the one thing currently happening in your life that actually felt right.

Later, when thinking back to that specific moment, you would wonder if that "rightness" had always been there between you both.

However, that right feeling, which was both comfortable and familiar, was quickly replaced with dread and angst, at least on your part. Your mind was beginning to fully catch up with your actions, and it immediately told you that the current action was both bad and stupid, and there were many, many reasons that proved that.

Maybe there were moments where a younger, and even present-day, you did want more to happen between you and Dylan, but you would always push that thought away because you knew that your and Dylan's friendship was so much more valuable.

And then it was the fact that your lives were nothing alike. Even though you were immensely confused about where your life was going, you could say for certain that it wasn't going in the same direction as Dylan's; an acting career that he genuinely loved and enjoyed too much to truly give up. Something deep down told you that, and you could feel the truthfulness behind the thought. The holidays were the only time your lives would truly intersect.

You abruptly pulled away, not just from the kiss but from Dylan's body entirely, moving to the edge of the bench you were on. Your hands covered your face in nothing but pure embarrassment and regret, and you wished that you could take back the last minute and a half of your life. And you also absolutely hated that you couldn't help but notice how much colder your body felt now that it was away from Dylan's.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry. Fuck. That kiss— it was a mistake. I'm really sorry." Your words came out rushed and fumbled, and it probably did not make much sense, but you just hoped that there was at least a little bit of coherency with them.

As much as you wanted to look at Dylan, you refused to do so because you knew that you would only see the regret you were feeling written clear across his face.

"Hey, it's okay, Y/N. Everything's fine. Don't worry," You heard him say but could hear the uncertainty in his voice as if he really didn't know if everything truly was fine. And you knew that it wasn’t. It really wasn’t.

The holidays were the only time your lives would truly intersect, and you had just completely ruined that.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[galacticxcosmos]

𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 ❣︎ ᵏᵗʰ

Pairing :- Taehyung X Reader

Genre :- Bestfriends to Lovers AU, Erotic, Angst, Romance and Fluff.

Rating :- 18+ ( M )

Word Count :- 4.4k

Summary :- "Not everyone in this world deserves to be loved. I am one of those little number of unfortunate people" that's what you thought after your terrible breakup which led you to your bestfriend's appartment at midnight to seek comfort until things went way beyond just 'comfort'.

Warnings :- It's CEO Taehyung (but no office romance shit), Broke college student, Dom Taehyung, Sub reader, Some angst that idk how I managed to write, Sexual Tension, Buried feelings, Past feelings, Teasing, Morning Sex, Daddy Kink, Pinning, Oral (M receiving), Unprotected Sex, After care (omg) with fluff (omg).

A/N :- I know that I haven't been very active on Tumblr, but trust me I am trying my best, also I am still working on the next chapter for "Chemicals Collide", so please be a little more patient. Also I got inspiration for this Oneshot from Jungkook's cover, I think you guessed it already, but then I saw I had already written a JK Oneshot, so I gave this to Tae baby. Enjoy~

Not everyone in this world deserves to be loved. I am one of those little number of unfortunate people.

I could feel the numb pain in my stomach, feeling like I am going to throw up, going back and forth between feeling nothing and being unable to stop the tears. All I  could think about was if this is really the end. I picked up my pace, now breaking into a fast jog towards Taehyung's house. Tears we're rapidly streaming down my face, uncontrollable at this point. I sprinted through the apartment complex, my legs moving as quickly as they could to get to him. I wiped my face with my sleeve as I got to his floor, a failed attempt to make myself look slightly okay.

I knew Taehyung would see right past these attempts though, he'll quickly understand that I've been sobbing with one glance in my direction. He knew me too well. After knocking on the door, there was a faint thud before someone cautiously opened the door. Taehyung stood there, slightly disheveled with the smell of alcohol dripping off of him. Right, Saturday means Taehyung gets shit faced every night. Although intoxicated, he quickly realised I wasn't okay. "What happened? Did someone hurt you? Do I need to go and fight someone?" He slurred slightly, stepping outside. I chuckled, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back into the apartment before he got the both of us locked out.

"How many have you drank?" I asked, going to the kitchen and grabbing a water bottle to give him. My legs were threatening to give out, but he should property drink something besides alcohol before he puts himself in a coma. I walked over to where he sat on the couch, handing him the water bottle before going to pick up bottles. Sure, drinking was absolutely terrible and Taehyung may have developed a problem. I just never comment on it because we all have our own ways of dealing with things, not all of them being good. After cleaning up his expensive ass apartment, I went to sit down with him. He was quietly watching TV, taking interest in some show that showed people getting hurt. He was slowly sipping his water, showing barely any interest in the almost full bottle he held in his hand.

"Tae, I asked, how many have you drank?" I asked again. "I counted like 10 while cleaning up." Taehyung didn't say anything, just shrugging as he propped his feet up on the ottoman. I sighed, following his actions and getting comfortable. It must be nice to have an apartment to yourself and not be stuck in a crammed dorm room with another person. Must be nice to not go to school and struggle everyday. Nice to not have your heart broken on the day of your anniversary. Without noticing, a small sob fell from my lips, catching Taehyung's attention instantly. Worry was written across his face as he peered over to me, one eyebrow raised.

"What happened?" He mumbled, moving to wrap one arm around me. He held me close to him, a mix of his cologne and alcohol filling my nose. "He broke up with me." I mumbled, another sob falling from my lips. I wrapped my arms around Taehyung's toned torso, hugging him like there was no tomorrow. "Isn't it your anniversary? Didn't you text me earlier today about everything?" He asked gently, trying not to make it seem like a big deal. Another sob fell, making him realise that maybe it wasn't a good idea to pull on that string. He sighed, moving so he could easily pull me into his lap. I quickly straddled him in order to bury my face in his neck.

My arms still held onto his torso as he wrapped his arms around me. He must've closed the water bottle and tossed it aside sometime earlier, deciding it was more important to comfort me. So, how the hell did a broke college student become best friends with one of the youngest CEOs in Seoul? It honestly still amazes me that we're even still friends, that I get the pleasure of being his best friend. He's everything you'd want in a person. Caring, beautiful, fit despite his work schedule, one of most hardworking people you'll ever meet.

We've been friends since we were teens, simple freshmen stuck together for a lab experiment. Thinking back on it, it's sort of funny because the first thing he ever said was I like your shirt. I smiled slightly, thinking back on the fond memories. Taehyung and I are some of the closest of people, and we're always joined at the hip when we aren't busy. I mean, we grew up together, figured out college together, lost our virginity to each other. I chuckled slightly thinking about it. Two teens frustrated and scared to lose it to someone who didn't know us. It just sort of played out one night, safe word established quickly since Taehyung was so worried. Taehyung shuffled slightly under me.

"What are you laughing about, Miss?" He teased, jabbing my sides. He's always loved fucking with me, and knew how to get on my nerves in just a few attempts. I decided to lie, figuring that, if he even remembered that night, he wouldn't want to hear about it. I shrugged, shoving my face into his neck further. "I was thinking about science when we were paired together." I said, my focus going to my shirt that was riding up slightly. Taehyung paid no attention to it, his hands resting on the bare skin of my back.

"Ugh, don't remind me." He laughed before mocking himself. "I like your shirt." I laughed, shaking my head at him. I sat up, my hands placed on his chest. He seemed tired, but sobering up a bit. His hands released my torso, going to wipe the tears off my cheeks. I smiled slightly before climbing off his lap and standing back up. "Finish drinking your water." I said, tossing the bottle over to where he was sitting. I walked into his living room, opening up the fridge and seeing what was there. I shrugged, settling on leftover takeout I'm assuming was from the shop near his work. I tossed it into the microwave before calling out to Taehyung.

"Do you want anything?" I asked, waiting for a response. "You." A small reply came, unsure and small compared to his normal loud ass. I laughed at him before asking the question once more. He simply said nothing, stating he wasn't hungry. He usually isn't when he drinks anyway. I took the takeout out, walking back into the living room. I sat and ate, making sure not to spill anything because I definitely couldn't afford to buy him a new one. This couch is probably my salary, the boy's got money. "Are you okay?" He asked, reaching over to rub my thigh. "Didn't I tell you he was a dick though? You should date better people. Like me."

I laughed at him, playfully swatting his hand away from me. I went back to my food, not paying attention to the hand creeping up towards my thigh once more. He rubbed his hand up my thighs once more, smiling slightly. "Taehyung, you're drunk." I mumbled, shoving food into my mouth once more.

Taehyung moved once more, placing his hand on my arm. Whines immediately came from me, complaining about the food and expensive couch. "Taehyung, I'm going to spill this on your couch and you're going to be mad at me" I threatened. "Fuck it. I can buy a new one." He mumbled, reaching up to smack the food out of my hand. I jerked my arm away, setting the tray down on the coffee table. "No you can't you drunk cunt." I mumbled, jumping over and pulling him down on the couch. I curled up under his arm, my face buried in his chest while I placed my arm on his side. He smiled, looking up at the TV after placing a kiss on my forehead. He held me closer, and continued to hold me until I drifted off to sleep.

∆∆∆

The sound of shuffling woke me up, my eyes barely adjusting to the bright light. Taehyung was shuffling next to me, struggling to get up. I let out a small grunt, moving so he could easily stand up. He apologized before running off to what I assumed was the bathroom. I smashed myself into the corner of the couch, trying to gain back the warmth that just left. Taehyung's chuckles filled the room as he passed by the living room, walking into the kitchen. He was probably going to go grab pain killers and a water. He waltzed back to the couch, plopping down. I let out a small grunt of disapproval.

"Come on, go and do your classes." He said, pulling me by my shirt towards him. He's always used his strength to do whatever, and it gets annoying every now and then. "Would you stop pulling me around like a ragdoll?" I said, rolling over to look at him. He had a smirk on his face, missing his shirt that he was previously wearing. "Go get a shirt on" I said. "No." He said, dropping a water bottle and laying down. I rolled over, cuddling into his warm embrace. His golden skin always give off warmth, and god I loved it. "Shouldn't you have classes to attend?" Taehyung asked, wrapping his arms around me. I rolled my eyes at him, wondering how stupid he has to be to not understand.

"I just got my heart broken yesterday, why would I want to do anything?" I mumbled, "I just want comfort and to rest for awhile." Taehyung nodded, holding me. He mumbled something that I didn't quite catch, but I was too lazy to ask what he said. "Why do you date douchebags? I mean, they don't give you the love you deserve and end up breaking your heart. You should find someone that actually cares about you." He mumbled, tangling his legs with mine. "Why does it matter to you Taehyung?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Because you come to my apartment at like 3 am sobbing usually. And you shouldn't even be out at that time, with someone else or alone for that matter. It's not safe. And you deserve better." He mumbled. "Would you stop worrying about that? I'll be okay." I could barely even finish my sentence when Taehyung crashed his lips onto mine, our lips molding together within seconds. Taehyung pulled away slightly, attaching his lips on to my jaw. My breath hitched, hands moving to grab at his arms.

"Taehyung, I don't think this is a good idea." I mumbled, his movements coming to a stop and his body stiffing. "I just mean we're probably just confused and I just broke up and you're a famous CEO hooking up with a college st-" I knew if I asked, he would immediately stop. It's not that I was afraid of him doing something stupid, I was afraid of the underlying feelings I had for my best friend. The feelings that make me want to cherish and love him just as much as have him fuck my brains out.

"Tell me y/n, do you really think I don't notice?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Think I don't notice the looks you give me when you think I'm not paying attention? You rubbing together your thighs when you're around me?". "Taehyung I still don't think-", "You don't think this is a good idea because you're afraid. You'll have a real man now, someone that will love and appreciate you as well as please you? Listen, I have no problem with that as long as you return it." He mumbled, moving over to whisper in my ear. "Do you know how much you affect me?"

He licked my ear, sucking slightly causing me to whimper. My eyes were screwed shut, head cocked to side. He climbed around so he could be on top, grinding our hips together slightly. His bulge rubbed against my thigh, rock hard. "Taehyung-", "Waste it on me y/n. Your love, please just this once. You waste it on everyone else, so why not me? Why not your best friend that's in love? Please, it's not going to hurt if it's just once." He mumbled, locking eyes with me. "Taehyung-", "Daddy." He corrected, is he serious right now?? He wants me to fill in his kinks now??

"Taehy-", "Did you not hear me babygirl?" He said, staring down at me. I gripped his torso, wondering how the hell I got myself into this situation. How I ended up here, with him. "Daddy, please." I said, coming out more whiny than I expected. He smirked slightly, a look of confidence flushing over his face. "What babygirl? Tell me so I can please you." He said, moving so his face was a mere millimeters away. "Kiss me."

He did, quickly getting rid of the space in between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling slightly. His hips slightly rolled into mine, pulling a moan from the both of us. Taehyung's hands slipped down, running up and down my sides, stopping to squeeze slightly. His hands found their way to my ass, squeezing and rubbing. "Daddy~" I whined, rolling my hips up into his. He let out a small groan, moving to place hot, open mouthed kisses all along my neck. He stopped to suck a small bruise here and there, making sure to leave his mark.

His hands slipped into my shirt, squeezing my sides. I giggled slightly, jerking away from the ticklish action. Taehyung smiled up at me before slipping my shirt up and eventually over my head. My arms instinctively went to cover my skin, Taehyung clicking his tongue slightly. "Come on babe, don't make me tie you up." He mocked, smirking at me. My eyes widened slightly, taking Taehyung back for a moment. "God, I don't remember a freak in highschool.", "Oh my God. Please don't." I said, staring at him. He's referring to losing our virginity to each other, embarrassing.

"So shy and innocent-", "I don't remember such a cocky shit in the bedroom either? You think you've gotten better?" I challenged. "I know I've gotten better." He answered. He's so full of himself. "Whoever cums first, loses." I challenged, staring up at him. He looked taken back. I smiled, sitting up in order to push him back on the couch. I straddled him, sitting on his hips as I took my bra off and tossed it somewhere across the room. Taehyung's hands flew up, squeezing and pinching what he could manage. I let out a small whine when he took a sensitive bud in between his fingers, twisting it roughly. My hips involuntary rolled, Taehyung's hips jerking up. I moved, going to pull on his shorts. The more I pulled down, I realized he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"This was your plan all morning?" I questioned. "Nope, just when I seen you over here looking like a fresh baked snack." He said, making me laugh at how stupid he was. I rolled my eyes, kissing his hips slightly. Once his shorts were off, he wasted no time kicking them halfway across the room. I giggled slightly, laying down on the couch so I was level with his cock. Taehyung threw his head back, his breathing becoming uneven. I licked a long stripe from bottom to top, stopping at the top to flick my tongue along his tip. I slowly wrapped my lips around his tip, sinking down slightly before coming back up. I took inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat, sinking down a bit more before coming up. A low moan fell from Taehyung as I swallowed around him, his hips involuntary bucked up into my mouth.

I fought off my gag reflex, hallowing my cheeks around him. I let him face fuck me, his hands roughly controlling my head to please himself. A loud whine fell from him, grabbing my hair and pulling my head up an off. He wrapped his fingers around his base, squeezing. Once he calmed down, he looked up at me. "Okay Miss, your turn." He said before basically pouncing on me. Our lips connected in a rush, molding together as his hands slipped into my jeans. He popped open the buttons with ease, sliding my jeans down my legs. His warms hands squeezed my thighs, coming up to link his fingers with my lace panties.

He pulled away from the kiss, locking eyes with me quickly before sinking down. He gently pulled off the lace, tossing it aside. After a bit, he nipped at my thigh, sucking a bruise. He continued nipping at my thighs, making me get more and more impatient. "Daddy! Please!" I whined, my hips bucking up. He moved, licking a long stripe. I whined as me began sucking on my clit, flicking his tongue every now and then. My hands were buried in his hair, resisting the urge to crush his head with my thighs.

I felt Taehyung's smirk, wrapping his arms around my thighs and pinning me down. I bucked my hips into his mouth, a low moan falling from my lips. "Taehyung, slow down." I whined, my legs shaking in his arms. He did, slowing down his tongue flicks. He let go one of my legs, moving his finger to me gently. Slowly, he pushed his finger in knuckle deep. I couldn't fight the loud moan that fell from me.

"God I fucking love your thighs." He mumbled, drawing circles where one of his arms was still wrapped around me. "So thick and full, so much better than the sticks that throw themselves at me." A small laugh came from me, shaking my head at him. "I'm sure you've had plenty of those sticks in here." He shook his head, drawing his finger out slowly before pushing it back in. I grabbed his wrist, positioning it a bit differently and told him to curl his fingers next time. He followed, hitting exactly where I needed him to. My whole body jerked, making him smile up at me.

"Fuck I've missed you." Taehyung groaned, talking to himself more than anything. I wasn't sure if he meant me, or my heat. I decided not to ask, not wanting to get hurt over something so stupid. His fingers picked up their pace, hitting exactly where I told him. Moans fell from my lips, my head thrown back as I held onto his head. Slowly, I felt an orgasm coming upon me. "Taehyung!" I whined, grabbing his arm and jerking him away. He could easily continue, overpower me completely with just one hand. But Taehyung isn't like that. He became instantly worried."Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Do you want to stop?" He asked, panic striking him from all sides.

I laughed, sitting up. I pulled him to me, kissing him as deeply as I could. "No, you're okay. Just, a bit overwhelming." I smiled. He nodded, sitting up. "Is it okay if I continue, I need to stretch you out. I'd hate to hurt you." He said, slightly hesitant with each word he spoke. "Of course. And what happened to the man that was just so cocky seconds ago?" I asked, teasing him. He scoffed, continuing. He started with one finger, slowly adding a second and beginning a scissoring motion.

Small moans fell from me, gripping his arm where I was able to. Looking down, Taehyung still wore his arrogant smile. After he deemed me stretched and ready enough, he sat up and in between my thighs. He looked around for a few seconds, for what I'm assuming is for a condom or something like that. "No condom." I mumbled, making his attention snap back over to me. His cheeks were slightly flushed and eyes full of concern and slight worry. "I'm on the pill." I reassured. "Yeah, but that's not a 100% you won't get pregnant." Taehyung mumbled, still worried. I laughed, shaking my head at him.

"It's pretty damn close, but if you're really that scared go find one. I'll be here waiting for you." I teased, watching his eyes narrow at me slightly. I giggled as he pounced on top of me, pinning my arms above my head with ease. A small smirk grew on my face as I nibbled slightly on his earlobe. "Daddy, please fuck me." Taehyung couldn't resist anymore, positioning himself before easily sliding in. He let out a loud grunt as he bottomed out, his head falling into my neck. "Fuck, when's the last time you've had sex?"

"What? What do you mean?" I asked, slightly panicking at his question. Taehyung slowly pushed himself up, sitting back on his legs with my thighs in his palms. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he slowly slid out before slamming back into me. I jolt of pleasure shot throughout my body. "You haven't been fucked in awhile, no? You're so tight." Taehyung said, placing on of my legs over his shoulder to give him better access. I let out a loud moan as he picked up his pace, gaining a steady and rather quick rhythm. Taehyung was letting out small grunts, his face becoming sweaty and his bangs sticking to his forehead.

"Ah, Taehyung" I whined, grabbing onto his arm as he pounded into me. He scoffed, leaning forward to nail my g-spot. He was folding me in half, basically. "I'll let that one slip, babygirl. But next time you're getting punished." He growled, crashing his lips onto mine while still maintaining his thrusts. As the kiss became rougher, so did his thrusts. The sound of skin hitting skin soon filled the room accompanied by moans. Taehyung's grip was harsh, holding onto my waist and thighs like it was the only thing keeping him alive. I could barely see straight anymore, pleasure washing over me. I smiled, remembering something Taehyung was absolutely weak for. I reached up, taking one of his sensitive buds in between my fingers and flicking it roughly.

He let out a throaty groan, head falling forward slightly. He was focusing on his thrusts, speeding up and slamming harder than before. Profanities spilt from the both of us, gripping onto whatever we could to keep us in place. "Fuck, I'm going to cum." Taehyung moaned, making me smirk up at him. I mumbled a small, then I win. His head shot up, completely forgetting about the dumb bet set long ago. His fingers went straight to my clit, roughly stimulating me. I yelped, holding onto his wrist for dear life while clamping down around him.

His thrusts we're sloppy and more desperate than before, quickly reaching his high. With a few lasts thrusts and moans, he came deep inside of me. As soon as he came, the stimulation caught up and sent me flying over. Bolts of pleasure shot throughout me, my toes curling and head thrown back into the sofa. I ripped Taehyung's fingers away from me, becoming too sensitive. He smirked, sliding his fingers into my mouth. I licked them, rolling my tongue in between. He watched, shaking his head.

My body was shaking, something Taehyung was quick to notice. He laid his body weight on top of me, kissing me with the most passion he ever has. The shaking came to an eventual stop, both of us relaxing for a few seconds. "Well, I guess we both lost." I mumbled, not really knowing how to not make this awkward. Taehyung laughed, shaking his head violently.

"Let's not do that weird thing where you think I'm going to suddenly leave you." He smiled, running his hands up and down my thighs. "I'll go run us a bath." He got up, jogging into the bathroom. I heard water turn on followed by a few drawers opening. After a few moments, he came back and scooped me up into his arms bridle style, making me laugh. Taehyung sat down first, then helping me sit down in between his legs. I let out a small hum, leaning against his torso and relaxing. "You know Taehyung, this is really nice." I smiled, letting him trace little patterns onto my shoulders and chest.

He smiled, kissing my shoulder gently. "Your girlfriend is going to be so lucky, she just doesn't know it yet.", "Well um, I was actually hoping you'd be my girlfriend. And I mean like, official official like dating and going out and doing things together." He laughed, "Not just hook-ups at 3 am.", "Are you serious? You're messing with me?" I calmly said, acting as if I didn't care but the frantic beating in my chest told another story. "Yeah, I've loved you since like high school." Taehyung said, becoming cheesy and acting offended when I made fun of him for it.

"I'd love to be with you Taehyung. I just think it's weird that the youngest CEO in the world is dating a broke college student." I said. "And don't get me wrong, I'm not dating you just because you're a CEO. I actually do love and care about you a lot. I always have cared about you in a more than friends way.", "Stop referring to yourself as a broke college student. You're my best friend since high school, my first ever love and my love now." He said, a dumb smile plastered across his face. I laughed, making fun of him again.

"I'm glad Taehyung. I love you too." I smiled, looking back and pecking his lips. He wore the brightest smile, kissing my shoulders while wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. I smiled, "Jesus Christ I'm happy that dick broke up with me." Taehyung laughed in response, "Get broken up by a dick and then dicked down after. You fucking slut.", I laughed, turning around to punch him in the shoulder. "Says the one that was willing to fuck me right there, on the spot." I said, mocking him. "Hey, you never told me to stop. And if you did you know I would've." He said, beginning to ramble and get cheesy again. "Okay, relax. You just fucked me, don't get all phycological about it." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"You know what?? I am glad that this time you wasted it on me" he lovingly kissed your cheek.

The End.

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Phantom Pains

TW: Blood/severe injury/loss of limb/mentions of suicide

Sparring was a very common pastime at Evernight Castle. If they weren't out on an errand or mission given by Salem, then her followers may as well be keeping sharp in their skills. 

Watts preferred to work in his lab, designing weapons and other useful tools. 

Emerald and Mercury, being the youngest and seen only as Cinder's underlings usually only had one another to spar with. 

Althea, having only recently risen in the ranks, still trained with Tyrian, her former master and now partner. 

Hazel, with his size and strength, typically wouldn't fight against any of his "teammates". 

And then there were the Grimm. Salem kept various breeds of them penned up for the sole purpose of training, but only Hazel and Cinder ever liked to use them for practice. 

However, ever since Salem had promoted Althea to her inner circle, the archer had felt the need to prove she was worthy of keeping the position. She had killed plenty of Grimm in her life, she'd gone to Beacon Academy for the God's Sakes. Killing the Grimm in her village had given her a spot in the damn school to begin with, to give her a chance to become a real huntress. 

Although, ever since she'd fled the school and had been living on her own, isolated and answering to no one, she hadn't had as many opportunities to fight Grimm. She'd had to save her energy, because she never knew when she would eat next, so she just did her best to avoid the damn things completely. 

But now that she had a purpose in her life again, it was time to get her head back in the game. 

Tyrian kept her on her toes plenty when he was still her superior. Surprise attacks right and left, whether he leapt down from the rafters onto her or hid under her bed at night, the man had had her looking over her shoulder constantly. 

Hazel was a behemoth that Althea had to beg to get him to spar with her and she was pretty sure he was holding back when he finally would give in. 

Watts didn't really fight, at least not in a style that was compatible with Althea's, but when he needed to test out a new weapon she was happy to play guinea pig for him. 

Cinder saw herself as "above" the rest of them, being a Maiden and she didn't like sharing her "disciples". 

So Althea began using Grimm for practice. She realized how rusty she was against the creatures, but it was any skill; you never really forget it. She had forgotten just how good she was at it though. But damn it...she never knew when to quit.

Taking on two Beowolves was a little ballsy to do by yourself, but Althea wasn't exactly alone. Hazel and Tyrian had grown accustomed to watching her when she practiced killing Grimm, out of the way and behind the safety of the pillars that supported  a balcony.

Tyrian, because he enjoyed the show and he was a little proud of himself for finding such a treasure as Althea. 

Hazel, because God's, there wasn't anything else to do around the castle at the moment. And plus he couldn't deny, the woman had skill and watching her certainly wasn't boring. He glanced down at his scroll and frowned; her aura was getting far too low, and one Beowolf was still alive and kicking. 

"She needs to stop." He glanced at Tyrian who looked almost mesmerized by his former disciple. "Her aura is almost gone. One of us should step in and finish it."

Tyrian waved the larger man off, not taking his eyes off the archer as she easily dodged the Beowolf's large paw as it swiped at her. "If she can't handle it then she will ask us for our help. Don't insult her abilities, Hazel." 

But Hazel grumbled softly and reached for the dust crystals in his pockets. "You shouldn't overestimate her abilities either just because you've got a crush." 

Tyrian's eyes flashed purple for a moment and his tail twitched. He growled to himself as he watched Rainart stab a couple of crystals into his biceps. "You just hate seeing people enjoy themselves, don't you?" The faunus sighed. 

"No, just when it's you. You're not denying the crush either, I see." Hazel remarked. 

Tyrian locked the man with a seething glare that would have made the average person shrivel up inside, but Hazel just scoffed. "Good, cause no one would believe you if you did deny it." 

He turned and stabbed his arms with the lightning dust, wincing only slightly as it spread through veins. "Althea! You're done, I'm gonna help you!" 

"I've almost got this!" She yelled before firing an ice-dust tipped arrow into the Beowolf's back legs, freezing it in its place. With a running start she used the Beowolf's back as a springboard to leap high into the air above it. 

Her plan was to deliver the killing blow from above - a dagger right through the Grimms eye as she had spent her last arrow immobilizing it. She had just grabbed the hilt, began to twist in the air, when the Beowolf had reared up on its frozen back legs and its jaw came down on Althea, taking her right leg in its teeth before falling back down on all fours, slamming her against the floor with the full force of its body. Her aura broke in an emerald swirl and she went rolling across the chamber floor. 

Most of her that is.

The two huntsmen were frozen in shock for a moment, gold and hazel eyes locked on Althea's motionless and bloodied body. 

Hazel was the first to snap out of it, the gnashing of the Beowolfs teeth as it swallowed the limb it had just torn asunder. It had broken the ice around its back legs loose and was completely free as the giant of a man began to charge it head on. 

When Tyrian began moving towards his fallen partner he didn't even realize it. His legs felt numb and yet they were still carrying him over to her crumpled, discarded body. 

The blood was everywhere, splattered and smeared on the chamber floor in morbid patterns that the faunus usually found pleasure in. 

 

The next thing Tyrian realized, he was running down the halls of Evernight, the dead weight of Althea bleeding out in his arms didn't slow him down in the slightest. 

It didn't completely register in the scorpions brain that he was running to Watts's office until he was bursting through his door. It was just purely instinct. Automatic. Where else would he possibly ever go?

The Doctor was at his desk, bent over some new contraption he was working on like always. His head snapped up at the intrusion, annoyance written on his face until he fully registered the scene standing in his door.

Tyrian covered in blood, cradling Althea's pale form, showing no signs of life. Where her right leg had been, was nothing but a bloody stub. 

"Help." It was the only word that left Tyrian's trembling lips, raspy and desperate. 

"Get her on the table. NOW!" Watts was on his feet, stripping off his jacket and tie as he helped Tyrian carry Althea into the small adjoining room that had been converted into a meager OR. However Arthur hadn't dealt with such a serious trauma in a long time and he'd certainly had more equipment, more help. His mind was racing as he tried to mentally inventory what he had, what he could use to save Althea's life.

"What the fuck happened?" Arthur pulled on a pair of surgical gloves with a loud snap, his emerald eyes surveying the damage.

"She...she was fighting Beowolves and…"

"More than one?!"

"Her aura was low and we thought she could handle it…"

Arthur sighed harshly as he gathered gauze and began to try and stop the bleeding of Althea's remaining leg. "You promised you'd never scare me like this again!" 

Tyrian could do nothing but stand and watch, his whole body beginning to tremble as he watched. He couldn't hear Watts yelling at him over the ringing in his ears.

"Tyrian! Tyrain, God dammit I need an extra set of hands!" Watts felt guilty for a fleeting moment as he tossed the box of latex gloves at the faunus. They bounced off his bloody chest but it did the job in snapping him back to reality. 

It was bloody awful work getting Althea's leg to finally stop bleeding. Once Watts was satisfied with her vitals and felt she was stable, he moved her into the tiny recovery room. Hooked up to various machines that would start screaming if her pressure bottomed out. 

So he gently led Tyrain into the adjoining shower and turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up. They were both covered in Althea's blood and Watts was tempted to just throw his clothes away, burn them maybe. He had plenty of other clothes.

Watts automatically began to help Tyrain out of his stained jumpsuit and harness, and the faunus didn't resist in the least. His body was still gently trembling and Watts hoped that this incident wouldn't scar him too deeply. He didn't know what Salem might do if her best weapon was permanently damaged like this.

In the back of Arthur's mind, he was already planning the schematics of a replacement leg for Althea and oh Gods...someone was going to have to inform Salem about what happened. How would she plan to punish Althea for this? Because she surely would.

"One thing at a time…"

He unbraided Tyrian's hair, finding more sticky dried blood in it as well. Steam was beginning to spill out of the shower so he gently helped Tyrian under the water before Arthur got undressed himself and joined him, knowing that Tyrian was in no state to bathe himself. 

For a good long moment the only sound was the hissing of the shower and Tyrian's occasional sniffle as he pulled himself back together and Watts scrubbed the blood out of his long hair.

"What did you mean earlier?" He finally asked, so softly that Arthur had to take a moment to be sure he had heard him correctly. 

"About what?"

"When you said that she had promised to never scare you like this again, what the fuck did you mean?" Tyrian turned around to face Arthur.

The Doctor was quiet for a long while, staring into Tyrian's golden, begging eyes. There was never any easy or kind way of saying it.

"A few months ago, Althea tried to kill herself." 

He watched his words take time to register completely on Tyrian's face. A choked off whimpering sound escaped his throat. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"She asked me not to. She didn't know what Salem might do to her if she found out. And now this…" Arthur sighed. "Gods why did she take on two Beowolves at once?" 

" She tried to kill herself…" Tyrian murmurs gently and Arthur could tell that he was on the verge of losing it all over again. 

So Arthur pulled him close against his chest and let him.

Everything was fuzzy. Her head, her vision, even her body felt fuzzy and disconnected. And her leg...God's her leg….

"Don't move too much." Arthur's voice. Althea felt his hand gently stroke her forehead and she tried to make her eyes focus on his face.

"What...hap'n…" 

"You had an...accident." Arthur sighed "Although that word doesn't seem appropriate for what happened...because it wasn't an accident was it?"

"I...I had it…" Her throat felt raw, everything ached except...why couldn't she feel her right leg?

"YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING." Arthur hadn't yelled at her like that in a long time. Althea was ashamed to admit that she flinched a little. 

"Arthur…" Tyrian's voice.

"You lost your leg, Althea!" She may have heard a quiver in his voice that time. She wasn't totally sure.

"Guess that explains why I can't feel it." Althea couldn't remember a lot about the incident. She'd been twisting in the air one moment and the next she was waking up here. She vaguely remembered Tyrian rushing her through the castle.

"You were careless, reckless and for what? You promised you would never do something like this again." Arthur's voice was a little steadier now as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

"I promised I wouldn't hurt myself again." Althea hissed as she hoisted herself up in the bed a little more, her vision clearing enough to see how upset her partners were. 

"And so you've gone and replaced it with reckless endangerment of yourself!" Arthur looked like he hadn't been sleeping. How long had she been unconscious? 

"It wasn't like that." Althea wiped the sleepy gunk from her eyes as she got her bearings.

Tyrian was curled in a small chair by her bed, wrapped in a comforter. He looked just as tired and drained as Arthur. God's, what had she done?

"I should have stepped in sooner." Tyrian sighed. "Hazel, the sentimental giant, warned me. We knew her aura was low and…"

"You just didn't know when to stop." Arthur sighs. "Or you were hoping to get hurt."

"I wasn't trying to get hurt! Damn it!" Althea looked down at the bandaged stubb that had been her right leg and she swallowed the lump building in her throat.

"Don't worry, I'm already designing you a new one." Arthur sighs.

"Don't. I don't deserve it." 

"Well you bloody well can't work for Salem on one leg, can you? And if you can't can't for Salem she'll kill you." Arthur stood up. "Although that's probably exactly what you want."

Althea watched him leave and she rested back in the hospital bed, keeping her tears at bay.

"I'm sorry." She finally murmurs to Tyrain. "I really didn't mean to…"

"I should have stopped you." Tyrian crawled out of the easy chair and up alongside her in the bed. "When your body got slammed into the ground I…" 

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry I…" yeah keeping the tears at bay wasn't working very well. 

No, Salem had not been happy but she hadn't been nearly as angry as Watts had expected her to be.

Thankfully Hazel had been the one to tell her for the very first time, right after he'd finished off the Beowolf. Although, who the hell knew? She could act so calm and collected before the storm finally hit.

Watts had nearly had a heart attack one night when he'd gone in to bring Althea some dinner and Salem was right there, sitting at the foot of her bed and talking with her. It was an odd sight to say the least: a tall, ancient and immortal being just sitting there in the tiny recovery room. So out of place and somehow so horrifying. 

Apparently Salem had wanted to see how Althea was doing with her own eyes and it hadn't looked like she'd gone had hurt the injured woman in any way.  Perhaps Salem would see the loss of leg as enough punishment and leave it at that.

Tyrian hadn't left Althea's side once, getting her what she needed and Althea had started reading to him a lot to pass the time. Thankfully Salem hadn't sent him away on any missions. Arthur wasn't sure if the faunus would have been able to concentrate if she had.

Recovery was not going to be easy. Arthur had drawn the perfect schematics for a new leg and he had been coming and going from Evernight to trade for some of the parts he would need. 

Althea's phantom pains had started and were becoming almost unbearable. A mirror method had helped, but Arthur hoped that a new leg would do more good. Althea's balance on crutches was horrendous, and her ability to actually walk could be therapeutic in and of itself. 

Finally when he was satisfied with his work on the prosthetic, he showed it to her. Shiney and silver with green accents along the joints and toes and a small "W" engraved on the upper thigh. Watts always left his signature on what he created in one way or another. 

"The good doctor does such wonderful work doesn't he?" Tyrian mused as he looked the new limb over, his own shiney tail clicking behind him. 

Arthur smirked softly, he certainly didn't mind having his ego stroked. 

"I would have had this done sooner if you hadn't lost the leg above the joint." Watts sighs.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time." Althea chuckles dryly. 

"There won't be a next time." Watts says firmly as he prepped the stubb of her leg. "Right?"

Althea smirked down at him and nodded gently. 

"Don't you dare ever scare us like this again. I mean it." 

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