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any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no.

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles.

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying.

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower.

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times.

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener.

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync.

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling.

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure.

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell.

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates.

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt.

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night.

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?”

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.”

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...”

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked.

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.”

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated.

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.”

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.”

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!”

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said.

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa.

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense.

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.”

“How’s that possible?” he asked.

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you.

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.”

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.”

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years.

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird.

But you also kind of didn’t care.

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?”

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked.

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down.

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?”

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in.

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss.

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him.

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point.

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him.

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.”

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt.

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind.

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple.

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations.

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?”

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on.

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were.

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?”

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.”

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth.

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations.

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.”

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue.

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…”

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them.

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him, meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer.

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry.

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression.

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.”

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him.

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.”

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats.

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?”

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.”

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked.

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you.

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips.

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to.

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?”

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try.

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you.

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?”

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.”

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?”

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.”

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you.

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips.

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.”

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered.

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.”

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss.

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch.

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream. “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.”

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.”

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.”

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name.

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.”

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…”

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever.

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.”

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours.

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.”

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.”

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.”

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.”

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again.

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you.

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts. “Hey, ___?” He called.

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

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Shuichi, Kokichi and Nagito’s crush likes napping on his lap during breaks

Shuichi Saihara:

· Ah yes, the Super High School Level Astronomer, it was no wonder Kaito would be friends with such a person, and whoever Kaito was friends with, all his other friends would be friends with them as well, that was how Shuichi had met you. Often in those nightly training sessions, for a break Kaito, Shuichi, Maki and whoever else felt like joining them that evening would jog around till finding you, telescope by your side. You’d speak of the stars, of legends that surrounded them, of how travelers of old navigated the world through them, how stars were born, what there different colors meant, and so much more. Folklore, history, science, didn’t matter, you knew and continued to learn about each and any possible aspect you could about those specks of light. However, you were rather quiet outside of those moments, though you weren’t closed off. It was more so, if you weren’t speaking of stars you’d just so intently listen to others.

· … Maybe that’s how or why it happened? More often than not, when at school you were rather drowsy. You were often out, camping in the mountains away from the harsh city lights so when you were at school it was nice. When you were around, Shuichi made sure to spend time with you. You were able to speak so much without words, it was fun trying to interpret your expressions. Truthfully Shuichi didn’t think much of it at first, it was just how you were, quiet, yet outgoing, bubbly even. Others however had a more difficult time understanding you, somehow they didn’t notice the many little nuances that made up you, your slightest shift of expression or tilt of the head, your body language, how you spoke more so with your eyes, engaging in the conversations in your own way. How others couldn’t Shuichi had no idea at first, you were captivating, how could they NOT notice!?

· At first he had thought it was simply him being a detective, often having to interpret and read people through his work with his Uncle, but… that was not quite it, there was more to this. I didn’t come naturally, he WANTED to understand you. He found himself drawn to you, your gravity too powerful for him to even consider resisting. And it seemed the same could be said for you too. Whenever break rolled around, no matter how short it may be, you’d always seek him out. Due to more often than not being awake through the night you’d nap, but Shuichi didn’t mind, not even when you used his shoulder or lap as a pillow. He’d read his novels aloud to you, or if he was working through a case, walk through his logic aloud, he’d just speak even if you were asleep, something in him just knew you were still taking this all in.

· Even if he was somehow one of the few people who understood you, he wondered how you had even seen him yet. You were like a supernova in his eyes, so bright, so stunning, so colorful, leaving only beauty and wonder in your wake, how did you notice him? By chance did your heart race too at the thought of spending more time together? Did you also find a soft, comforting, warmth in his presence as he did you? Did you adore hearing him speak just as he did you? Whatever the case may be for you, he sure hopped it was something similar because he simply wished to your beloved stars above that you felt even half as amazing as he did with you, he just wanted you to know of such a fantastic emotion, it, no… you were astonishing and he simply wished to share and indulge in it with you.

Kokichi Oma:

· “Y/N!” “Hu-AH” You groaned, shakily pushing yourself off the ground. Then you noticed all your items had slipped out of your bookbag. You sighed, seeing all your papers had fallen out of your folders as well. “Geez, Y/N, I didn’t know you were so clumsy!” “Ah, just tired today I guess.” You noticed how Kokichi kept taking glances to you as he helped gather your items. Not surprising considering you literally just tumbled down a flight of stairs. Before you knew it all your supplied had already been collected and placed back in your bag. That was really quick. You winced as you stood up. Your knees almost collapsed under you and Kokichi was in the position to catch you should you have fallen but thankfully you were able to do so yourself. “Hey, hey! Where are you going?” “Oh, uh… umm.” You thought and thought but couldn’t remember. It was so hard, you felt like your mind was swimming and swirling, all thoughts fuzzy and difficult to reach.

· Then suddenly you were being dragged along by the hand. “What the-” “You are coming with me! This’ll be fun! Especially if you have nothing better to do!” You were completely confused but more so shocked from the whole situation so you couldn’t really bring yourself to try to stop or ask where you were even going.

· Koichi just kept running around, getting you completely lost. Eventually though he let go, dashing a few paces forward before tumbling and falling. “O-Oma!?” He simply laughed, sitting up. He hummed as the wind rolled past swaying his hair as he looked up to the sky. “Oh, Y/N, Y/N! Look at that!” You were confused looking up to the sky where he was pointing. “Ugh, you can’t see it from there, sit down already!” Taking your arm, he playfully tugged on it, but even that was enough to send you falling. Even with you sprawled across his lap, he managed to scooch over enough so just your head was there. “Perfect! Now, that cloud looks like Gonta; giant, kinda dumb, soft. And that one-” You were… quite puzzled. Clouds? Of all things? That was what he wanted to show you? You heard Kokichi speaking, but it was all noise to you, it held no meaning. You just listened as he droned on and pointed, the shadow of his outstretched arm conveniently covering your eyes.

· You never really noticed how nice and soft Kokichi’s voice could be. Then again, he was always so loud or quiet, constantly shifting tone you never got the chance to just hear it… It was… rather pleasant. You wanted to hear him longer, engage in whatever game he was playing but so quickly your eyes drooped and all our senses simply lulled to nothing.

· Then it was evening. At first the sight of those orange and purple hues confused you, but then- “Y/N, you’re alive! It’s been twenty years and Miu’s army of robots have taken over! We need you to join the resistance!” He couldn’t help but laugh at your absolutely baffled expression. “But that’s a lie.” “… oh yeah… Wait…” You suddenly completely awakened, abruptly sitting up. “It’s evening already!? Did we skip class!?” “It’s whateves, Y/N. Hope’s Peak doesn’t care if we skip class.” “No, not that!” You sighed, burrowing your face into your hands and mumbled to yourself. “I didn’t take the new meds again. Of course, I didn’t.” Huh, new medicine was it. Kokichi smirked, dragging you up onto your feet. “C’mon! You’ll make us late for dinner!”

· The next several weeks were like that. No matter what you did you’d always end up napping on Kokichi’s lap at some point. This was much needed. Your therapist had been fired so you had to start all over with someone new, who wanted to give you new medicine meaning new side affects that could only be worked around via time management. It was a process trying to work out what amount you needed and what not. Napping with Kokichi was just about the only solace you had gotten in the chaos. When you had found a good balance of medication no longer were you exhausted in the day or losing sleep at night. It was great though, admittedly you missed it.

· It had been about a week or so since your medication seemed to stable out and all was well with you once more. The bells for break had tolled and you left class. Break wasn’t long, but you didn’t care. Hearing shrieks and screams of terror and that ‘Nishishi” you knew you were close. Seeing Kokichi make his escape you simply went to one of the benches outside. And there you waited.

· You still waited even after the bells signaling the end of break had tolled. “Oh? Y/N actually skipping class!? What has this world come too!? Soon the sky will be falling!” Seeing he wasn’t lying per say and just exaggerating you decided to answer. “I haven’t taken my nap yet.” You took his hand, pulling him onto the bench and you placed your head atop his lap. Though you weren’t not tired, a mid-day nap in the sun just felt so nice.

· Thankfully for Kokichi, you were asleep so you couldn’t see his giddy smile. Though with this seemingly becoming the new norm you’d likely catch him one of these days. For now he’d just indulge in this moment with you, his crush and worry about that when it happens.

Nagito Komaeda:

· Though you were an Ultimate, an amazing person who could take care of themself just fine, Nagito worried about you. You slept, a lot. No matter when or where you could find a place to nap should you want too. It wasn’t all the time though, Nagito still had many conversations with you and had gotten to see your talent firsthand, an extraordinary sight! When you were awake, you’d spend much of your time with him, often over analyzing him trying to see if there was a scientific cause for the outlandish phenomena that was his luck. Not surprising since you were a scientist. At times Nagito wondered if your mind worked so hard when you were awake, trying to solve every last mystery the world had to offer, that drove you to exhaustion so quickly. That would explain how you could be so excitedly chatting away about one theory of yours or another only for you to suddenly fall over, knocked out. Thankfully it seemed Nagito’s luck would kick in moments like that so he could catch you before your face smashed into the ground.

· Always following you around, trying to keep your drowsy tendency from getting you into danger, from just always being beside he had become your assistant of sorts. Though he would never dare to insist on it, he always sneakily became the one to carry your stuff around in the end, even if you had started your journey with them. Taking you by your shoulders he’d steer you away from bumping into other people or objects. He would take your hand, but he felt unworthy of such an honor unless you decided he could and he knew if he did a bright scarlet would erupt on his cheeks and his heart would pick up in pace, things you surely would notice with your keen eye. When you were awake, nothing could get past you, so Nagito would have to be extra careful. He couldn’t let you figure out his feelings. He simply didn’t have it in him to confess and he was garbage, surely you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings, but if you did somehow, it’s not like he would deny you, someone like him had no right to deny an Ultimate, or so he thought at least.

· Although… Nagito couldn’t help his feelings seeping out, no matter how much he had tried to keep them inside. Often, he was just talking and suddenly he’d be complimenting you and about to say he loved you and he’d have to cut himself off by causing an ‘accident’ like tripping over chairs or abruptly changing his words to say something else. He was always left a flustered mess.

· It was just another day when Nagito strolled into your lab, finding your workspace was filled with many documents, many taped to white boards with string attacked to each and every last one, some string simply linking two pages on the same board, others stretching across the room, forcing one to duck, and twist to avoid them all, one could compare it to avoiding the lights in the laser filled room in some generic spy flic. “Hmm, but how to go about testing this?” “Testing what?” “Oh, Komaeda! Perfect timing!” You strolled over to him, looking through some file, seemingly not paying attention to your surroundings yet still avoiding all that strings. “Today I’m studying human communication!” “Uh huh.” “And I wish to test something!” You looked to him with those stunningly bright eyes as you explained, completely captivating him. “The power of words. I wish to see if they are like water in a pipe. For comparison, imagine a person as the pipe and the words water. I wonder if say a person is upset, if speaking to another person was the only way to alleviate the pressure of those emotions, or if just speaking aloud, even to no one, if that’d alleviate the pressure as well, OR if something else would happen. Yes, each individual is different, but there could still be a majority! I’m thinking we’ll go about-” a yawn escaped you before you continued. “about this… by…” You took a small notebook from your pocket, quickly scribbling down notes as Nagito lead you to a couch in the corner of the room. Nagito already knew this was coming considering that ‘pipe’ comparison didn’t make much sense since pipes would still leak, even if with another pipe around.

· He sat beside you on the couch and moments later you rested your head on his lap. You tried holding up the little book to him and when he took it your hand and arm went limp, you already fast asleep. Nagito couldn’t help but smile, seeing you already so restful. As usually he looked through your notebook, seeing what he needed to prepare in order to set up your tests. Curiously he also looked over your notes, wondering how your interest in astrology the day prior lead to this through your connective thinking. It was always fun seeing how you could draw connections between seemingly completely unrelated topics, then again that was likely how you were such a good scientist. As he continued to read, fascinated by your research he began to wonder something. Looking to you his heart melted. “I love you.” Immediately his heart raced, and he felt that heat raising to his cheeks. What if a person were to vent to another, even if they weren’t paying attention? Perhaps because he still had told you, he still would have gotten this off his chest and he’d stop almost confessing to you so often.

· That was how Nagito had begun to whisper his affections to you as you slept. It was a thrill like no other, fearing you’d awake right as he confessed his feelings, yet also endlessly excited by the thought as well. There was more than a fair share of times where he was almost caught, but it seemed you were none the wiser to his words of love.

· “Hmm? Komeada? What are you mumbling about?” For a moment he froze, love struck at your soft tender expression. “Ah-uh-Oh? I was speaking? I apologize if I woke you up.” You simply huffed in response… a-and you just kept looking at him? Oh boy. Did you know? Was he finally caught? What would your response be? What did you think of him? “Thank you.” “Huh?” You smiled, nuzzling into him. “having this… instantaneous version of narcolepsy… Even though I started studying, I could never figure out how to stop it, maybe that’s because I get distracted easily, I- wait, no. No tangents.” You took a deep breath trying to reorganize your thoughts. “It… can be scary, one moment being awake then suddenly asleep. Before you I’d often sleep on the train and go way past my stop and get lost. There have also been a number of near-death experiences like when I fell asleep when walking across the street. I… it’s nice, knowing you’re around. To keep me safe and keep an eye on me. And I guess waking up to hearing your voice, waking up knowing for a fact I was safe… I don’t know, it was just nice, and I want you to know, I truly do appreciate you putting up with me.”

· How… how could you make him fall for you more and more so effortlessly? Well, if you liked hearing his voice when you woke up… maybe… maybe next time he wouldn’t stop speaking of his love for you, even as you awoke. After all, he could never deny you anything, especially not your own comfort and ease of mind.

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elysianslove · 3 years

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hii 🥰 i just saw your post about jujutsu kaisen 👀 soo can i request megumi fluff where he is crushing on a dense reader please? 🥺👉👈 thank you ❤

hi anon!! thank you so much for requesting this, and i hope it’s not too late!! i really hope you enjoy reading this as much as i loved writing it!!

━━ realizing his own feelings for you had been difficult enough, megumi thinks, but making you understand them proved more complicated than anything he’d ever imagined. at first, it had been nice. blissful even. the way you never realized how all the blood rushed to his cheeks from even the slightest touch of your fingers, or how stiff his hugs were because he was never sure just how to embrace you in fear of ever doing it wrong. you’d always brushed it off on his general stoicalness, never once commenting on it. it was nice. he had liked it that way.

and for a while, he believed that he could live the rest of his days this way. because he could revel in his fantasies without any disturbances, or without any harm or potential damage to your friendships. so he’s let you hug him a little longer than the rest; he’d let you play with his hair and style it to your desire; he had let you take him all the way to tokyo because a carnival was visiting.

but then, it was no longer enough. some deeper part of him desired your returned feelings, wished to hear you say it back to him. he wondered if he could evoke it from you somehow, in any way, until he realized just how futile his attempts were.

after missions, he’s deliberately approach you himself and hold you to him, gathering you in his arms as comfortably as he could. he found any excuse to buy you gifts. as subtly as he could, he asked of satoru to partner the two of you on missions whenever he had the authority for it. any excuse he could find to spend time with you, he used. and yet, you remained clueless. even as he threw at you the most obvious clues, complimenting you constantly, you’d beam at him and brush him off so casually, like he hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary.

at some point in time, he wondered if you were doing it purposely. if you were, somehow, sparing him.

and so, he distanced. out of fear maybe, of rejection, or ruining your relationship. to spare you your pity, to spare you from the act of rejection. he’s not entirely sure. but no longer were your nights filled with your head on megumi’s shoulder, a limitless sky above you and wet grass beneath you. no longer were your days filled with as much brightness from his small smile as the sun that shone in the sky. no longer were your evenings spent running far away from the rough rain pounding on your shoulders, dampening and drenching your clothes.

he wondered if maybe you were aching as much as he was.

it’s at four in the morning on a tuesday night — or morning, technically — that megumi’s confronted by the inevitable. you’re at his dorm room’s door, which he’s not even entirely sure is allowed, and you’re in sweatpants and an oversized shirt, both swallowing you whole. your hair disheveled and disarray, and there are slight bags under your eyes that tell megumi you haven’t attempted to sleep yet.

he thinks this is the prettiest he’s ever seen you, evident in the way his heart momentarily stops.

but instead of a smile, you’re frowning. deeply. and you don’t give him a moment to react before you’re pushing past him to enter his room. he’s suddenly hyperaware of how messy it’s become in the weeks of wallowing he’s allowed himself, and works at fixing some of the mess as quickly as he could. you don’t seem to care or mind, stomping over to his bed and sitting at the edge.

“you’re avoiding me,” you accuse him. he’s always admired how blunt you are, easily saying the first thing that comes to mind regardless of the consequences. “why?” you press on.

megumi shifts from where he stands beneath your gaze, even if he towers over you, and plays with the hem of the sleeves of his long sleeved sweater. “m’not,” he rejects.

you huff, standing up and walking over to him. you’re suddenly too close, and instead of his heart disappearing entirely, it speeds up too fast. “you are,” you reinforce. “did i do something?”

he’s only slightly taken aback. “no!”

“then what is it?” you wonder.

he blinks slowly. “i’m just tired,” he lies, and he knows you can see right through him, undoubtedly, so he avoids your gaze. your frown deepens, and then your hands are suddenly gripping his forearms. his heart’s in his throat again.

“megumi,” you begin again, your voice strong. “be straight with me.” a sigh escapes his lips, but he doesn’t speak, only tries to steady his breathing as he looks up to meet your eyes. his room is dark, the only refuge of light is the moon’s reflection upon the mirror behind him. it illuminates half your face, sharpening your features, leaving a slightly magical residue in your eyes. you look beautiful beyond words, and he’s about to say just as much, before you interrupt him and admit, “i miss you.”

his heart stops again. megumi’s lost track of the amount of times you’ve made him feel like this, but not in a bad way. never in a bad way. if anything, he can’t get enough.

“why do you seem shocked?” you continue. “you’re my favorite person.” you say it as if it’s the obvious truth. it’s in the same tone you’d dismiss his rare compliments and abundance of gifts and over affection. and that’s when, something, undeniably, snaps in his chest.

“i like you.”

the words tumble out before he can stop them, and at your reaction, he wishes he had stronger self control. your eyes widen and you lean back slightly so that only the tips of your fingers touch the sweatshirt he wears. but then, you beam, and you’re suddenly lurching forward and wrapping your arms around him, encasing him within your grasp. your grip is too tight, and megumi’s has long known how strong you are, but being its subject is something else entirely. he can’t even move his arms, because you’d forgone properly hugging him from around his waist or neck like you usually do. it’s not so bad though, because your laughter is muffled against his chest, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“i thought you were making fun of me,” you admit to him, pulling back slightly. “all the gifts and the compliments and the hugs.”

he raises a brow curiously. “fun of you?” he mocks. “i was trying to tell you i li— you like me too?”

you laugh again, shaking your head humorously. “yes! since forever, darling.” he’s pretty sure his heart’s smiling with him beneath his ribcage. “i meant it when i said you’re my favorite person.”

his eyes are soft as he meets your bright ones, and he raises a hand to cup your cheek. leaning forward, he shuts his eyes, reveling in the moment, losing himself in the reality of things, and presses a simple, gentle kiss to your forehead. “you’re my favorite person too,” he tells you, and his heart rests easy in his chest as he holds you through the night.

he dreads both itadori and his sensei’s relentless teasing in the morning, but it all seems worth it with your arms wrapped around him like this.

end note; god he’s so pretty it has to be illegal. i hope the requester and everyone else enjoyed this, and feel free to request some more!! luv u all, mwah <3

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Love Capsule

anonymous requested: Can I request a Bakugou scenario where the reader and the Bakusquad drag him out on a shopping trip and they see a whole section of vending machines and decide to check them out to see what cute, tasty or weird things they can find and the reader and Bakugou either get lost/ditched or squeezed together in a tight row but they have a good time and maybe the reader got a rare all might mysery figure and Bakugou wants it, so they they he can have it in exchange for a date?

genre: fluff pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader word count: 4.8k+ warnings: bakusquad shenanigans. bakugou cursing. pining.

author’s note: My Bakugou angst fic isn’t done yet but I wrote this request on the side. I wanted to have something to publish after not posting any written work for awhile so I did my best to get this out asap. sorry if it seems rushed! (also reposting this because the post stopped showing up in the tags).

There are only a fair bit of things Bakugou loathes more than wasting his valuable time. And that includes wasting that time by getting dragged into public places he has no desire to be, alongside the four most senseless nitwits the boy has ever had the displeasure of befriending.

It feels less like a friend group to him and more of a gathering of idiots as he watches four out of the six huddle around the aisle of vending machines across the mall. Where’s the other one, you might ask? You’re standing right next to him, sipping a bottle of sweet lemon tea dispensed to you from those vending machines.

“Ooh, look at this one!” The other girl in his squad, styling unruly pink hair, pokes a finger toward a blue machine in particular. What she finds interesting about it is that it’s absent of all buttons except a single one above the coin slot.

“Says here that you only have to pay a hundred yen for a mystery item,” Sero reads the instructions printed boldly across the surface, his grin showing his pearly whites. “Can range from food to even toys and cheap plastic jewelry.”

Popping up behind his taller friend, Kaminari squints incredulously at the sign before his eyes brighten like he’s concocted a conspiracy. “No, dude, I’ve heard of these kinds of vending machines before! They want you to think it’s some ordinary convenience vending machine, but these things actually have some super-secret big prize hidden inside!”

“Uh, no, that’s how you get your money robbed from you, Kaminari,” Kirishima tells the blonde, and yet his warnings end up floating from one ear and flying out the other. Kaminari fishes out a small stash of coins taut in between the lint balls of his pockets.

“Yeah yeah, just wait until you eat those words when I come home with a Playstation 5!”

“Why would there be a Playstation 5 of all things in there?” Ashido asks skeptically. She notes the small slot near the bottom, appearing sizable to dispense a large water bottle at most.

“Okay, maybe not an actual PS5, but probably the voucher you take to the game store to retrieve one, of course!” He waves the doubt away as he kneels and begins his succession of slotting coins in the machine until agitation eventually ebbs his features. About five hundred yen down the drain and all he’s amounted with in exchange are two Gudetama keychains, two packets of off-brand oreo cookies, and one can of that cheap instant black coffee he dislikes. Though if it’s one thing, he and the drink have in common it’s that they’re both positively bitter.

Kirishima, Sero, and Ashido all snicker wryly behind him while he deadpans at the snotty series of prizes with the skin between his eyebrows crinkled in defeat. Ashido takes this as the time to move along the row, dragging her sullen blond friend by the elbow. “Moving on! I want to get to the one with the Yakult drinks already!” She points onward and leads her compadres down the treasure trove of intriguing automated food vendors. Two of the boys press forward enthusiastically. Kaminari has to be lugged out of his brooding in order to play along.

“God, please just take me out already,” Bakugou mutters while leering his signature miffed face behind them. According to the giggle he registers chiming to his left, it seems you heard his complaints.

“Hm, not having a good time, I’m guessing?” you ask. The metallic edge of your lemon tea creases into the cushion that is your plush bottom lip. Bakugou finds himself staring there longer than he should and immediately tears his eyes away before he’s caught.

Your playful tone throws him off a beat later than he should’ve taken to reply. “Of course. I didn’t even want to be here to begin with,” he sneers with a brisk click of his tongue, crossing his arms. In a sense, he’s only telling half of the truth.

It’s true Bakugou did not desire to be here on his own accord. The squad dared to call him at the dead of midnight, when he was already tucked into bed by nine o’clock sharp and indulging in a needed rest, only to be ruefully awoken by his phone blaring across the expanse of his dorm room. The four should’ve suffered an earful from him as they tried to arrange a shopping trip of all things at that hour. However, his disinterest in the subject withered at the bait of your name casted into the conversation. Which to them was hook, line, and sinker. The cunning group of friends reeled him in at the idea that his crush would tag along. So, in the end, they got the rowdy blond to yield to the stupid shopping trip.

Though could it count as a shopping trip when four out of the six in their group were so transfixed by the weird vending machines in the place? The same four that organized said gathering to begin with? They’ve yet to cross into a single store here for crying out loud.

“If all you morons are gonna do is waste your damn money on these things, then this is a complete waste of time.” Bakugou doesn’t sugarcoat his irritation in the slightest. You still try to quell the bitterness in his tone with the saccharine that saturates your own.

“Aw c’mon, Bakugou, lighten up,” you tease playfully, pinching a small bit of the fabric on his arm to lightly urge him forward.

“You should at least try and join in on the fun with everyone—” At the turn of your head, your sentence cuts off, astonished to come across an empty space where your quartet of friends should be.

“And they’re already gone…” you say in disbelief. Your finger initially pointed in that direction falls limp. With their speedy curiosity plowing down the line of machines, the four have effectively ditched you two, leaving no trace of where they could’ve taken off for next.

The sigh from your lips lingers in amusement. “Well, guess it’s just you and me, Bakugou.”

When your eyes meet him again, you witness the scowl he glares at the abandoned space in front of the vending machine. The leer is menacing enough that if the contraption were an actual person, they might have rattled in fear, dropping down the snacks and drinks contained inside to sate his anger.

“Um, Bakugou?” you attempt to call out to him, but he’s too fixated by the peeved thoughts strewn in his head to hear you properly.

What the fuck are those dunces thinking? They planned this, didn’t they? God, I’m going to fucking kill them all! He babbles a seething torrent in his mind. Each one is more unrelenting and harsher than the last while a vein blisters prominently on his forehead.

What were the odds that going on a little shopping trip would end up with him left behind with his crush? Well, Bakugou thinks it’s absolutely none, and that this shit had to be preordained. If not, then it was just his bad fucking luck he supposes.

“—llo, earth to Bakugou Katsuki? Please send back a reply when you receive this message.”

At last, your voice surfaces, no longer drowned in Bakugou’s turbulent sea of thoughts as the hand you wave in front of him swims its way to his attention. “Huh?” He shakes his head twice to grip himself back to the matter at hand, observing in time the playful smile that curls mischievously on your lips.

“All back together I see. Good.” You start pulling on his arm and lead him in tandem with your steps. “Now let’s get going!”

Though he quirks up an eyebrow, Bakugou, weirdly enough, does not reject the way you drag him along without waiting for his response. In fact, with the other four gone, he finds it compelling that you’re taking the reins and asks mildly, “What? Are we gonna be doing some actual shopping now?”

His joke earns him your laughter resonating in melodic lilts to his ears before you leave his side to toss your empty bottle into the recycling bin. “Nope, we’re gonna be doing something even more fun, of course!” Then you resume dragging Bakugou down the walkways of the mall.

It’s not long until he questions the consecutive twists and turns he’s forced to take, having only been answered by your pursed grin multiple times.

“Hey, no more questions! Just trust me!” you quip at his refusal to be quiet and just obediently follow. The blonde can’t help it, of course, given the circumstances he’s wound himself in. Not many boys his age can control themselves if the person they like is pulling them along with as much enthusiasm as you are right now. But Bakugou is different from those other simpletons, crafting a mask to cover the elation hidden beneath with usual displeasure. Nothing but his uncharacteristic lack of annoyance and the ample glances in your direction could truly give himself away to his affections for you.

So with that, he places a generous amount of hope that you guide him somewhere more entertaining than that borefest he witnessed from the squad earlier.

But the moment you two reach your destination, he wonders if he may have accidentally misplaced that same hope down a rabbit hole instead.

“What the…” Bakugou’s words drift in the air at the quizzical sight before him. Mouth hanging open, he’s unable to conjure any sensible thoughts in time before you step in front of him.

“Tada! The Capsule Toy Gacha Room!” You spread your hands outward to present him an unhindered view of the room. It’s teeming with small capsule toy machines that line the walls, stacked on top of each other not to waste a single space inside. His red eyes squint at the assortment of bright colors painted on each machine that assaults his vision.

“Why the hell are there so many of these things?” Bakugou asks, jabbing a finger at the machines. You reply as you walk inside, “It’s the Gacha Room, Bakugou. Of course this place is gonna be filled with them.” You impart him an answer he is not at all satisfied with.

“I used to come here all the time when I was a kid! Glad it hasn’t really changed,” you say, noting the only real difference between then and now were the new toys and characters updated with the current trends. He begrudgingly trails behind you into the narrow corridors sandwiched with the machines on each side. The modest little tune you hum between your lips is a stark contrast to his disgruntled huffs accompanying his dragging feet.

Bakugou thinks being here is not any different from what the other four are frolicking about outside. This might be the worse alternative, considering you give money to a machine that grants you an item at complete random. You have no way of knowing what or who you’re going to get until the colorful sphere pops out at the bottom. And then, in an instance, your anticipation fades away when you open it and receive the character no one particularly cares about—the little charm inevitably gathering dust, forgotten in the drawers of your desk. Overall, these toy capsule machines were just gluttons devouring the money of parents whose kids always whine about never getting what they wanted.

Still, because it’s you, he stays and watches you indulge in your little nostalgia trip.

As your eyes glide down the row of toy dispensers, trying your best to decipher the items contained behind the blurry glass, you chime in, “Say, Bakugou, don’t you have any memories of gacha machines?”

Bakugou’s brows furrow in contemplation. He racks through the nooks and crannies between the crevices of his mind and recalls some standout memories. “I guess. Few of ’em were stuck in front of the arcade place near my neighborhood,” he answers, but those memories immediately begin to sour the more he looks into the details.

You don’t see how his face slowly contorts with annoyance while he plays back a scene in his head.

At the time, Bakugou had only sprouted to the young age of five years old. He’s huddled around his posse in front of the arcade he mentioned, slotting a coin inside the capsule machine that was stocked full of charms of Pro Heroes, which housed a very special limited edition prize of All Might to honor their collaboration with the famous Number One of Japan.

The boy was positively giddy at what was to come out, remaining hopeful thanks to the giant poster of All Might gazing down upon him with his triumphant grin. Yet even when his squeaky little voice hollered out a “Plus Ultra!” to reinforce his luck, he was given dirt in response.

But you know who did get that mystery All Might prize?

Deku. Fucking Deku.

Right after he had his spin of the machine, the green-haired boy stepped up, gave it a go, and got All Might on his first fucking try. To say five-year-old Bakugou was bitter would only be putting it mildly. The unbridled emotions bundled in his tiny body were just waiting to burst in an explosion.

But in the end, did he fight Midoriya for it? No, he did not. For if he did, his mother would have scolded the hell out of him, and his young self reflected in the moment that avoiding parental wrath outweighed the limited edition Mystery All Might figure charm, as sad as that sounded. So since then, he’s tried to repress that memory in the far corners of his mind.

But it seems God just desires to spite him.

“Hey, look!” You pull lightly on his shirt to capture his attention, eyes trained forward at whatever piqued your interest. Bakugou peeks over your head, and what he’s met with does not please him.

“They have a gacha machine featuring Pro Heroes here!” you shout cheerfully, walking toward it with the hem of Bakugou’s shirt in hand, who begrudgingly follows along despite a groan nearly leaving his mouth.

“Isn’t this cool?” you ask. You squat down to peer into the peculiar machine located at the very bottom of the stack. Bakugou clicks his tongue as part of his reply, hands buried in the pockets of his trousers.

“No.”

“Hey, one day they’ll be making toys and charms of you as well, Mister ‘I’m Gonna Be The Number One Hero,’” you say with a giggle, and your comment sparks a bit of pink to dust his cheeks while he looks down at you from his standing position.

He attempts to join you and your fixation on the Pro Hero capsule machine. However, when he starts bending his knees, he finds this to be a bit difficult. The more he squats down, the more Bakugou realizes they truly made this place for children and not bulky teenagers like him training in hero school. His knees and bottoms almost brush up against the plastic sheen of the machines on each opposing side.

Though he has to fidget into a particular position to get somewhat comfortable, he eventually gets there and kneels next to you.

“Why don’t we give a go at this thing?” you suggest, and he tilts his head, eyes narrowed.

“No way, these are a fucking waste of money,” he rejects.

“Hey it only costs two hundred yen!” you counter, “And plus, you might get a certain hero you want, like say... All Might?” You attempt to lure him in using his idol’s very name, but Bakugou doesn’t take the bait so easily and remains rigid in his stance.

Even if he did want to try for All Might, he’s sure his capsule is long gone by now anyway.

“Aw c’mon, Bakugou, pleaseee?” you draw out your pleas in a cute little tone that takes the blond by complete surprise. Unaware of how much power you have over him, the doe eyes and pout that paint your features make it difficult for him to maintain his hardened facade. Feeling his walls begin to melt away at the endearing sight, he ultimately grits his teeth, eyes shut as his hands rummage down into his pockets.

“Fine,” he mutters in defeat, and that smile appears on your lips once again as you lift your arms in triumph.

Pulling out two separate hundred yen coins, he promptly slides them both into the coin silt. When he hears them clank against the other change inside, he goes for the handle and gives it a quick turn. One of the capsule balls begins its journey down the machine and quickly arrives at the hatch that Bakugou lifts to retrieve his prize.

Snapping the capsule open, he’s met with Endeavor’s ugly mug, seeming even more unsightly from the low-quality production of the charm. The paint job is beyond sloppy, with the colors on the costume not depicted accurately and the figure’s pupils drawn to make him appear cross-eyed.

“Hm, you got the number one hero,” you tease, lightheartedly nudging your elbow at his sides because you know full well it isn’t the number one hero he wanted. Bakugou ignores your taunts and shoves the flame hero’s plastic face down the depths of his pockets, making sure to give it to Todoroki later just to annoy him.

“Yeah yeah, your turn, princess.” He scooches a bit to his right to let you have your go. You gladly follow, taking out the two hundred yen from your money pouch.

Bakugou remains disinterested throughout the entire process but is still attentive enough to observe how you hum those casual tunes of yours despite doing something so mundane. He also starts absorbing the cute shape of your nose and the outline of your lips from this angle. It isn’t long until he realizes how close you are in this position, to the point where he could practically smell your fragrant scent, and soon that pink hue diffuses on his face again.

Fuck, I need to stop that, he urges.

By the time he turns away, the capsule machine has begun its machinations once again.

The sizable sphere descending the hatch this time has striped patterns of red, yellow, and blue, colors that remind him all too much of a certain Pro Hero— Wait. What the fuck—

“This one looks a bit bigger than the others, don’t you think? Wonder what... Oh, hey, it’s All Might!” You go through the emotions—curiosity, anticipation, and then finally, glee.

Bakugou feels like he’s reliving those horrible memories once again as he beholds the shiny, miniature figure nestling in your palms before you lift it to grant a better view of its glory. It twists around from how you pinch it by the attached string while it’s hovering in the air. When the Pro Hero’s face turns in the blond’s direction, it’s like the inanimate object is somehow taunting him.

Compared to Endeavor’s shitty charm, All Might’s is a proper representation of who he is. The better quality plastic molded accurately into the man’s figure, the crevices between his muscles delved into displaying his well-defined physique. The colors on his costume are all correctly painted in his signature red, white, yellow, and blue. They even got the broad grin and shadowy features on his face to the tee.

Whichever company created this toy indeed did All Might justice because it looks exactly like the one Midoriya unsealed right in front of his envious five-year-old eyes.

Bakugou’s body shakes with suppressed anger. His hands clench and then unclench themselves while in conflict with his thoughts. Then, he suddenly moves toward you, darting for the charm that you narrowly pull out from his grapples in time.

“L-Lemme see!” he demands, shifting his hand around to grab hold of it for some reason. The act has you befuddled while you continue to move the toy away to evade capture.

“Huh? Why?”

“I need... to fucking make sure— OOF—”

His sputters are the last things that escape his lips before he staggers off balance due to all those hasty movements. It sends his body toppling over yours onto the floor, where your head would’ve thumped against the hard ground had the boy’s well-trained instincts not maneuvered a hand beneath it in time to cushion your fall.

Your descent to the floor is not at all graceful, wincing slightly at the impact. It’s when the pain ebbs away that you and Bakugou finally realize the very awkward position you’re suddenly both in.

Bakugou is hovering over you, body between your legs as one of his hands is cradling your head. The other is situated next to your face against the ground to keep himself upright, letting his eyes stare down at your stricken expression.

Unknowingly, you had settled your hand on Bakugou’s shoulder out of impulse during fall. The other one is still grasping the All Might figure, which is unharmed despite the abrupt movements.

Bakugou can feel your even breaths caress his lips from how close in proximity both of your faces are in this position. If any of you so much as move the wrong way, your lips would undoubtedly collide into each other. Though Bakugou doesn’t mind the notion, he isn’t going to instigate it if you aren’t willing. But the way your eyes line toward his lips, giving him a similar enamored look to the one he has right now, it seems both of you are on the same page.

Taking your mutual fixations as the sign to continue, Bakugou draws himself forward to close the distance while you rise to meet him in the middle.

And finally, he gets to kiss those lips of yours. The lips that adorn your cute face he always snuck glances at. The lips so unhinged in their playful teasing toward him. The lips he’s been so mesmerized and bewitched by throughout this chaotic excuse of a shopping trip.

And when they meet, they’re as full and soft as he imagined them to be, melding perfectly against his.

The hand he’s nestled under your head allows him to press you further into the liplock. You’re nearly enveloped in his wistful machinations, wanting to drown in the sea of his affections as your arms find their way around him.

You would’ve allowed yourself to do so, if not for the unfortunate security camera you catch in the corner of your eye from where you laid.

Your eyes widen, staggering out of their half-liddedness. You pat your hand in rapid succession against his shoulder, getting the blond to stir and separate from the kiss—an act he detests as he doesn’t want the embrace to end.

“What?” he gruffs. You point up at the ceiling, and he turns in that direction. When he detects the security camera about to automatically shift toward this particular side of the Capsule Toy Gacha Room, his face grows full of panic. He lifts himself off your body immediately.

With the two of you remembering where you are, you rose from the ground and cleaned yourselves up. You try to appear pristine as possible, without letting any suspicion about what has happened get tossed in your direction. Still, the red faces plastering both of your features are already a dead giveaway.

“I… Uh…” Bakugou’s still lost in the haze of the heated moment, unsure of what words he should utter. Much to his relief, his burden lifts when two notifications from your phones ring in sync together, diverting your attention.

When you open your phone and slide across the notice, a text message from the Bakusquad ascends onto the screen.

Mina: heyyyy just finished going through all these vending machines! you wont believe how much money we spent!!

The message follows a selfie of the four holding a myriad of drinks and snacks together in the picture. You can’t suppress your giggle at the endearing sight. Another chime sounds when a new text pops up at the bottom.

Eijirou: let’s all meet up again at that blue mystery vending machine!

“Well, you heard them,” you say while clicking off your phone, “we better get a move on.”

Bakugou relays your words back in a slow nod, following through with a rough “yeah” that cleaves his throat. The two of you walk alongside each other once again while you leave the Capsule Toy Gacha Room. Only your steps padding against the mall’s confounds accompany the quiet atmosphere established between you two—awkward and a bit unnerving.

It’s when you’ve both made it to the meet-up spot in front of the blue vending machine that you alleviate yourselves of the strained tension.

“Soooo… was there any reason you wanted to get your hand on this thing so badly?” you question, drawing out the All Might charm that led those heated events to transpire. It dangles between your fingertips and glances at Bakugou along every rotation. The blonde bounces his eyes between you, All Might, and the ground, unsure if he should admit that he was acting out of childish jealousy and bitterness.

“I… Urgh… Fuck…”

You raise an eyebrow when he fumbles with his words. He mutters blatant obscenities between every possible resolve that crosses his mind.

“Look, forget it. It’s not important,” Bakugou concludes, but you think differently, not satisfied with his answer.

“No. Tell me.”

With that weight in your tone, Bakugou realizes he can’t avoid the subject any longer. He releases a long sigh as he leads you through the infamous tale, observing how your expression grows from concerned to downright amused.

“Really? You’ve held a grudge for that long?” The laughter you initially attempt to suppress ends up bubbling from your throat. Hearing it spurs Bakugou to clutch his hands together into shaky fists.

“Look. If you know me, then you should remember I never want to lose to fucking Deku. The fact he got the All Might charm right after I got garbage fucking pissed me off!” he exclaims loud enough for his harsh words to reach a couple walking by. They spare worried glances at the blonde when they stroll past him.

“Hmm…” you muse in thought. Bakugou can tell by the glint rising in your eyes and your tone that you’re up to something again. “I can give you mine if you want. But only for a very small price.”

He quirks an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “And what would that fucking price be?”

The smirk prominent on your pretty lips widens while you teeter your weight to your tippy-toes in front of him.

“A date. Just a single date will suffice,” you tell him, and Bakugou’s caught off guard by how simple the offer is. His delayed response has you leaning forward, appraising him for an answer.

“Well..?” You wave the charm before his eyes by the thin string as if to hypnotize him. But in all honesty, Bakugou knows that sweet smile of yours and luster in your eyes is all you need to have him wrapped around your finger.

His playful smirk surfaces his lips. He provides his answer by snatching the figure right from your dainty fingertips.

“You got yourself a deal, princess.”

You happily clap your hands together. “It’s settled then! We’ll have a date here at the mall next week!”

“Hah?! Why the fucking mall again?!”

“Because we didn’t do much here anyway, so I say we should give it another shot together next week!”

“What? And go shopping? I don’t wanna be your bellboy the entire time—”

“Mom! Mom! Look at that boy’s All Might toy!”

You and Bakugou are both surprised by the new, high-pitched voice that enters in the middle of your riffraff. Your eyes trail along to sound and come face-to-face with a young boy staring at the toy in Bakugou’s hand.

“I want one too!”

Unable to control his gloating, Bakugou dangles the charm next to his face.

“Yeah well, too bad, kid. It’s mine so f—”

“Bakugou,” you warn. You halt the obscene words from entering the boy’s ears and avoid giving his mom a hard time.

“Argh… I mean... scram!”

You almost smack yourself. You can’t believe Bakugou has the guile to argue with a child at this age.

Though he forgoes the curses, that doesn’t make Bakugou’s words sound any less harsh. As a result, the kid pouts. He pouts hard. His eyes start to become glassy, lining the edge of his lashes with droplets. Recognizing her child on the verge of breaking out into tears, the mom acts quickly. She’s by his side, patting his back.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go to that blue vending machine over there and see if you can get a toy too,” she cheers him up instantly, dropping a hundred yen coin down her son’s small palm.

“Okay, mom!” he responds, gleeful again.

He dawdles over to the machine with purpose in his steps, inserting the coin, and pressing the lone button on the mystery vending machine.

You and Bakugou don’t perceive any noise emitting from the machine, and yet the little boy is putting his hands into the slot to pull something out.

“Mom, why did the machine give me a paper that says PS5?”

Both of you go rigid. Kaminari is not going to be happy hearing about this.

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DATING SHIGARAKI HEADCANNONS

shigaraki x fem!reader

(can post a male or gn one but due to the nature of what i wanted to cover, i decided to do a fem!reader)

cw: slight angst, sexual themes 18+, and soft tomu baby (slight mommy kink i literally can’t help it bye)

a/n: don’t feel bad! i love seeing your messages on here, and my requests are dry as heck. i don’t mind at all, thank you for being so kind all the time. i appreciate you! @milkyywavee

Tomura Shigaraki is a hard man to read. While he isn’t just straight up mean to people, he might come across as apathetic or aloof just due to his sometimes socially inept nature. While he isn’t totally shut out from the world, and understands most things, the nature of any sort of relationship is completely new to him. He’s never really understood the want, or need for it. He doesn’t really seek out affection in anyone, but he doesn’t mind when Kurogiri pats his head from time to time, or Twice forces him into a hug-- after all they’re his family.

But romance is something completely new to the boy, he doesn’t get it in the slightest. Even more so less than friendships, the thought of loving someone seems fake to him, how can someone be so unconditional? He’s very pessimistic in his view of romance and love.

In all honesty, I can’t see him caring much about people who aren’t already villains. What would he have to gain from chasing after someone who’s probably terrified of him? He doesn’t have the time or want to try to teach someone he’s worthy of love.

But one day, as he’s interviewing new recruits for the League of Villains, he sees someone mindlessly tailing behind Giran, looking a bit lost. A bit too innocent to be here. Tomura freezes as he watches you nervously look around the room, not saying a word and letting Giran do the talking to Kurogiri. He’s found countless people attractive, but there’s something just so alluring about the way you are. He can’t tell if you have some sort of quirk, or he’s really physically attracted to you. You notice his stare, but out of respect you keep your eyes elsewhere.

After you introduce yourself, show them your quirk and get to talking about why you want to be there, you’re stunned at how quickly Shigaraki is like “okay, you’re in then”.

Once you’re settled in, you notice Tomura doing the smallest amount of things for you that he doesn’t do for anyone else. He’ll acknowledge you more than anyone else, he’ll offer a spare controller to you if you say you’re bored, he listens to advice you give (even if he doesn’t agree with it), once he even was out to get himself food, and remembered what kind of snack you liked most, when he gave you the snack, you lit up. You were smiling ear to ear as he handed you the little package, you thanked him, and for a second you thought you saw him blushing, he mumbled something incoherent before awkwardly speed walking away. Ever since that day especially, your crush really developed.

One time, after a bit of banter and some light drinking, you were given a confidence boost.

You were talking with Twice, and Spinner at the bar. Cracking jokes, and telling stories. It was great to bond with them, and they really seemed to like you. After a bit more of laughter, the two gradually decided to end their night. Leaving you to sit alone at the bar by yourself. Not even Kurogiri was around. But suddenly, you noticed the faint sound of clicking, similar to that of a controller. You look at the couch you assumed to be empty, noticing Tomura deep within his game. You feel guilty that you didn’t even see him sitting there this entire time. Deciding to say fuck it and finally converse with him, you chug the rest of your bitter tasting drink. Letting it burn down your throat and chest, the feeling going straight to your head.

You walk over to the couch, plopping right next to Tomura. His nose in his handheld console, he took a second before realizing who was sitting next to him. You couldn’t really grasp his reaction as he was wearing father like usual. With the help of your liquid courage, you put your head on his shoulder. “What’re you playing?”

“I’m uhhh, I’m p-playing Breath of the Wild, i-it’s a Legend of Zelda game.” he stuttered, shocked by the sudden closeness of the two of you. “Can I help you or something?” he managed to spit out without stuttering, he was nervous.

“Mm, just watching. You’re so cute when you’re nervous.” you giggled at him, you couldn’t tell but his face was bright red. He was becoming even more flustered than usual around you. His legs felt weak and wobbly, his game console losing hold in his grasp.

“Whatever.”

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Why?”

“Just wondering.” you smiled at him.

“I-I don’t know.” he tried to brush you off, trying to shrug you off his shoulder but you just leaned into him more. There you sat for around ten minutes in silence watching his little game, it was interesting even though you had no idea what was going on. After a while, you realized how sleepy the alcohol was making you. You covered your face with your palms as you yawned, and shifted your body, not realizing you gradually had been against his chest. Oh my god, you thought internally, listening to how fast and hard his heart was beating.

“M’tired. Good night Shiggy.” you slurred, not moving.

“Night.” he replied, it sounded a bit standoffish, but even when you were half awake and intoxicated, you understood he was nervous. You sat up on the couch, putting a hand on the side of his face you weren’t next to, and kissing the top of his head.

“Night-night, good night.” You said as you crawled off of him, and walked your way back to your room. Failing to know that you left your boss in a shambled, confused and nervous wreck. He was beet red the entire night, and now because of you he was horny upset. Were you just drunk and messing with him? Were you actually interested in him? Was he reading into this too much? You couldn’t possibly like him, could you? I mean look at him, he has messed up skin, too much scars, and a mop for hair. He thinks he’s disgusting but, he’s a monster. Monsters are supposed to look scary.

Over the next few days after, you were embarrassed with yourself. You felt like a terrible person for stressing out Tomura the way you did. You tried your hardest to avoid him out of embarrassment, any time you ran into him you’d smile and make up an excuse to leave. You were planning internally a way to tell him how you felt, without making him feel weird. Your avoidance of him however, made him feel like you didn’t want anything to do with him. Tomura was more closed off, and passive than usual to everyone. He felt so embarrassed and ashamed.

That was until you stood in front of him as he was on the couch. Like usual, it took him a bit before he was able to recognize someone was there. You handed him a little letter, on the back was his name, with a little heart. Before he could ask you what it was, you disappeared as quickly as you came. His heart was stammering in his chest again.

He stared at the envelope, curious as to what it was.

He opened the envelope, noticing how your writing was nice. He read the words carefully, wanting to be able to grasp every single sentence. Your kind words, and confession made his entire body feel light. There, again, he though internally;

She called me cute, again.

After reading so, he quickly go to his feet. Making his way to your room. Knocking on the door and waiting for you to answer. You were nervous behind the door, nervous he was going to be upset with you. So you peeked through the door with only your eyes, and quickly he began.

“Did-did you mean all of that? Everything?” he seemed a bit different to you, his tone was unusual to you.

“Yeah.. I-I did.”

“Can I come in?” he sheepishly asked.

You opened the door, and Tomura took off father rather quickly, his face was dusted red and he was stammering, which was highly unlike him. He hoped you understood what he was meaning by taking off father and showing you his face. You both talked about what happened. It was mostly you talking, and Tomura answering. After you began to question him, he got very closed off. Like he didn’t want to answer you.

“Hey, can I tell you something?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“You’re so cute when you’re nervous.”

You loomed to his side, brushing his hair from his face. His eyes were watching you intently. What the hell are you--

You kissed him.

You-- kissed him.

Your hands were nestled in his hair, as you kiss his rough lips softly. Tomura began to feel a familiar dull ache in his stomach, looking up at you with lidded eyes. He wanted more, more and more and more. He wanted to kiss you until his lips fell off.

“God, you’re so cute Shigaraki.”

“Tomura. Call me that. Tomura.”

“Tomura.” you smiled at him, kissing him once more.

After that, things gradually progress into a relationship.

Now things have progressed, and you both have grown together.

Tomura really likes kissing you, and being kissed by you. Nothing picks him up better when he’s sad than you kissing his cheek, and telling him to come to you when he’s ready.

He’s like a cat though, sometimes he really needs his space. He’s touch starved, and touch can overwhelm him. He won’t always let you know, but over time you learn a sixth sense with him. You’re able to know without having him voice it to you.

He likes cuddling you when he wants to relax, he’ll snuggle up to your chest and lay his face between the valley of your breasts. Inhaling your sweet perfume scent, and he immediately relaxes. He also likes to kiss and suckle on your breasts as a way to show affection. He might slobber all over your chest, but he does that only because he’s comfortable with you.

He likes to sleep with you, but it took him a long time to get there. He was so worried he’d wake up and you’d turn into a pile of dust. But now he’ll sleep with gloves on, but not all of the time.

You two don’t really go on dates, I mean you both are wanted criminals. So where could you even exactly go?

Well, that didn’t stop the two of you from having at home dates.

You’d just order some take out to eat together, sometimes you’d cook him food so he’d eat something good. You’d watch a movie and snuggle, or play some games. Whatever the mood for the night was.

Sometimes he’d take you out for sight seeing, he really liked going to a specific meadow. He just likes to relax around you.

Tomura doesn’t like to fight with you, despite how sour his attitude can be from time to time. Neither of you fight much to be honest, when you do, if you get sad he might not notice right away and only will if he sees you sulking or crying. Then he’ll get sad. Feeling guilty, and asking for forgiveness. He might seem rough around the edges, but you dove right into his soft spot. He loves you too much now.

Tomura likes bathing with you, not in a sexual way. Sometimes he enjoys having you massage his shoulders and scratch at his scalp. He likes the hot water against his skin as you lay on his chest. The mix of the heat, your comfort, and the rich smell of soap in the air, makes him feel like nothing will ever be wrong in the world. He can forget for a period of time.

He also will usually make you stay home during missions, he’s worried about your safety. If he lost you, he’d lose himself. He’d rather die a million deaths than lose you to anyone or anything.

He also likes when you do things for him to show you care. Like when you clean up his room, make his bed and do his laundry. He gets ecstatic, it makes the feeling of your love feel so much more real.

Tomura shows his love in different ways, however.

He thinks leaving you with bike marks and hickies means that he’s showing his affection. He’s always been a bit aggressive in the love department, he just can’t help it. He loves covering you in affection.

He likes to buy you food whenever he thinks you’ve earned it. It’s his way of showing you that he thought of you, and he went out of his way to do something for you.

Tomura also enjoys being gifted clothes of yours. He’s not gonna wear it, but the scent soothes him turns him on. You’re his favorite person, everything about you is perfect to him.

Nicknames are also a way of showing you how fond he is of you, no one else is called player two, or mommy baby than you.

This might be weird, but Tomura loves to nuzzle into your cheek and neck. Your soft skin is perfect, he can’t get enough of it. He’ll act like a clingy kitten the way he’ll rub his entire body in you to when he wants to be loving.

Tomura overall really likes being babied by you, he’s never had that and you’re perfect for making it up. He might be more dominant in other areas of his life with you, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t enjoy you brushing his hair, making him healthy meals and humming him tunes when he needs to drown out the voices in his head.

If you read to him, he will melt. He loves when you tell him stories or read one of his favorite books. It makes him feel at home, it makes him feel safe.

Tomura also willingly leaves his clothes with you, he thinks it’s cute when you walk into his room ready to cuddle and sleep wearing a shirt of his he ‘forgot’ about a few weeks ago. It makes him feel proud. He’ll never admit to that though.

Sometimes Tomura will compliment you by comparing you or things you do/wear to anime girls he likes. He doesn’t understated that it might be offensive or hurtful by others, but you understand that if he’s willing to compare you to characters he adores, he thinks you are beyond beautiful. Don’t worry, he does think you’re prettier than them anyways.

Whenever you’re on your period, he’ll be there helping you through it. He doesn’t know exactly what to do, but he knows that you get a lot more hungry and want to be comfortable. If you get cramps, he’ll get confused and be like “just drink water, you’re probably dehydrated” like no baby that’s— you’re so sweet, but just... no.

And whenever you’re sad, he’ll be sad too, but he’ll try his best to kiss it better. He likes to hold you to him, and distract you from your sadness. Sometimes he’ll offer doing something he usually doesn’t like doing, like putting on facemasks or letting you paint his nails. Or if you’re up for it, maybe even cooking with him or having a little dance party. He just wants to do anything to make you happy.

Tomura doesn’t always tell you how perfect you are, or how much he loves you but he tries to do that in other ways. He’s not good using his words, it’s foreign to him.

Tomura is also dangerously horny, and loves pleasuring you. Which is another way to show you that he loves you, making you cum.

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Your Fall | Tsukishima Kei (feat. Yamaguchi Tadashi)

—Pairing: Tsukishima x f! reader, Yamaguchi x f! reader (kinda, not really)

—Summary: When you were head over heals for his best friend, how was Tsukishima meant to tell you his real feelings?

—Content: angst, fluff, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, unrequited love, pining, everyone is really bad at emotions, drinking (of age), mentions of vomit/nausea, innocent! reader, college party, heartbreak, heated make out sessions, a bit of groping, young love, clueless (read: idiot) everyone, corruption kink if you squint, slow burn (?), yams and tsuki are kind of ooc, loss of innocence? (kinda idk), walking in on two people doing the deed, cussing!!, virgin! reader, possessive! Tsukishima, tsuki is a little out of a perv?, very very loose discription of a panic attack if you squint real hard, vi I think that’s it?? Tell me if I’m missing something :)

—WC: 8.5K

—Notes: first full blown one-shot for this blog!! Woo!! It’s not even nsfw, idk how I managed to do that. I just got into an angst reading mood and decided to write this so here we are! I’m still not fully happy with it, but I never really like the things I write so it’s okay :). I’m not happy with the ending, either, so at some point. I might come back and fix it. Umm,, oh! There will be a nsfw part 2 at some point called “winter”. I was originally going to add it here, but by the time I finished the main story, I realised it was already 8k (plus I didn’t really know how to include it bc I hate when smut is just thrown into a fanfic without incorporating it to the plot) and decided just to include it in another part :) when it’s finished I’ll like it bother here and on my Masterlist :) have a nice day!! Sorry if this was bad!!

—Masterlists <3

Yamaguchi was an easy man to love. You knew that very well. How exactly couldn’t he be? With his big puppy-dog eyes and his warm heart to match, how was anyone meant to not fall for him?

He was the type to carry around hair ties or pads just in case you needed them. The type to always offer up his jacket when you were cold. Not to mention the freckles- oh my god weren’t his freckles just the cutest thing? He was the perfect man. You knew that, of course you did.

You had been nursing a crush on him since you first made it into Karasuno. You had bumped into the then second year on your very first day. You had somehow managed to get lost enough to end up in the second-year hallways, and he, being the oh-so-kind gentleman he was, helped you back to class.

Back then it was just a crush, puppy-dog love if you wanted to call it that. To be honest, you even followed him around like a lost puppy. But you couldn’t help it, you were just so enamored by his being. All logical thoughts didn’t matter, only those surrounding your senior did, and that was okay. Of course it was.

Ever since that day, you did everything you could to force your way into his tight nit friend group- even if that meant having to put up with the berates of Tsukkishima Kei. You just wanted to be around Yamaguchi in any way you could, and if that meant putting up with the mongrel that stole your food and called you an idiot, you would take it. It was all worth it for Tadashi.

He was like spring- the warmth, the happiness, the new beginnings. It was amazing.

To everyone else, your crush on him was obvious. Whenever you were around him, whenever he was giving you the slightest bit of attention, your cheeks would always become flushed. Your words would stutter. You’d give him gifts you that you didn’t seem to give anyone else. Not to mention how you would go all out for valentines day, spoiling him with homemade chocolates and any gifts you could find.

How could everyone not notice when it was so very obvious?

But, as stories like these go, it wasn’t obvious to him. He just thought you were nice. Maybe shy like him! You guys could understand each other because you were both so timid, must’ve been one of the reasons you were always around him and Tsukki, right? You must’ve been too nervous to make friends with anyone in your own grade. He didn’t mind, he liked your company. He hoped you guys would stay friends even after high school. You were a kind, calming personality to be around- a perfect comparison to Tsukki.

He was naïve, you both were.

Of course, he didn’t know about your feelings.

Tsukkishima, on the other hand, was the first person to notice. How could he not? No other girls really gave his best friend the attention that you did. None of them brightened at the slightest amount of physical affection from his friend. None of them made food or brought snacks to him. Obviously, he made fun of your antics, how could he not? You looked so stupid with your ears pink, your voice stuttering.

You were especially cute when he was teasing you, how your personality did a 180-degree flip for him. He got to see the side of you that you never let Yamaguchi see out of fear that he wouldn’t find you appealing. The side that was quick-witted and loud while still managing to maintain an air of innocence. The side that would surly make Yamaguchi turn his head up at the idea of even dating you. It was the same side that made Tsukkishima actually like to be around you. He loved your reactions; they were always so funny. How could he stop himself from teasing you? Especially when Yams was around.

Tsukkishima would never admit that he found you cute though- anytime the thought crossed his mind he’d push it away and shun it. You weren’t cute, just annoying, and stupid like everyone else. It wasn’t his fault that you gave amazing reactions. That’s all he wanted- a reaction out of you. Not for you to pay attention to him, to get your attention away from Yamaguchi for one goddamn minute of your life. Not for you to let go of that faux, overly shy persona that you had when it was his best friend around. Of course, it wasn’t that.

Thankfully, much to Tsukkishima’s delight (even if it was delight he was not yet willing to admit to), as you grew closer to the two men, you let the personality you had around Yamaguchi falter a bit more. The longer you three stayed friends, the more comfortable you must’ve felt. Yamaguchi didn’t really pick up on any difference, but Tsukkishima, whether it was consciously or not, did.

He noticed how your words would stutter less, how you slowly gained more confidence around them. How you were more willing to fight back against Tsukki, even in the presence of Yamaguchi. He liked it, it made you more fun to be around. They weren’t just your seniors anymore; they were your best friends.

You three did everything together- shopping, karaoke, meals. On special days you even brought Tsukki a bento box. He didn’t like to admit it, but he loved your cooking. The cute touches you added made him smile inside. Still, he kept convincing himself that the only reason he wanted to smile was because your childish antics were so stupid.

The only time he even came close to realizing his feelings for you was when he finally noticed how many guys confessed their feelings to you. When he picked you up at your locker (a habit he gained after learning you two attended the same cram school), more often than not there was a confession letter waiting inside. He never really noticed them, though. That was until white day, March 14th.

He saw you coming down to your lockers after your club activity, a giant stuffed dog held firmly in your arms. That was something he surly noticed. Something he couldn’t miss.

“What the hell is that?” he asked, glaring slightly at the offending object in your possession. He had no right to be jealous, he hadn’t even come to terms with the fact he liked you. But he knew you having something like that made him upset.

“Hmm? Oh! This? Some guy gave it to me,” you smiled, a pink blush dusting your cheeks, “His name is Ruffus!” He rolled his eyes at the stupid name you gave the stuffed puppy before smirking slightly. You were blushing, that meant Yamaguchi must’ve given it to you right? You did give him home made chocolates on valentine’s day. You were probably so happy because this meant he was finally reciprocating.

“Ahhh, I get it. Yams gave that to you huh? So, you two are finally a thing? Took both of you long enough.” You blushed at his comment.

“Of course, not you idiot, some guy in my class gave it to me. I didn’t even give him anything for valentine’s day.” You told him as you opened your locker. He looked inside, noticing quite a few pink cards located inside. The same type of envelopes those guys put their disgusting confession letters in. The feeling in his gut sparked back up.

You didn’t pay them any attention though, you just stuffed them into your bag so you could write them each a letter back, rejecting them as politely as you could. That’s what you normally did, anyway. The letters weren’t really anything new.

“Yams’ didn’t get me anything.” You said, forcing a smile, “I would say there’s next year, but you two are graduating, gonna leave me all alone! How will I survive!” You smiled at him and continued on your way to the train station. He actually felt bad for you. He normally doesn’t feel bad for anyone, but there you were, still pining after a guy who hadn’t shown any interest in you for over a year. He knew you had plenty of options (himself being one of them), but there you were, still going after his best friend who saw you as northing more then a cute little sister.

He wanted to tell you to get over him, but he was never very good at expressing what he wanted to say in words. Even if he did tell you, you both knew your feelings wouldn’t just go away. He could just tell you that Yams liked some other girl, but something in him told him not to. He didn’t want to see you sad.

So, instead, the next day he popped into your classroom early in the morning. Before you were even able to greet him, he walked over to you, put a stuffed frog on your head, then left the room without saying anything. He had never done something like that before, he wasn’t the type to give people gifts. You were confused, very confused over his actions. But happy.

He knew a gift from him was different then a gift from Yamaguchi, Yamaguchi was better than him after all. But, he had the urge to help in some way, so getting you a gift was the least he could do.

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When graduation rolled around for your third-year best friends, you were there to support them. You always would be. You had flowers for the two of them, as well as a big dinner planned for later that night. You were going to treat them. The thought made you smile, they really deserved it.

After the ceremony, when you arrived to their classroom, Yamaguchi looked as handsome as ever, but then again, when didn’t he? His smile looked so pretty talking to his classmates. You wished he was smiling at you. But then again, when didn’t you?

Tsukkishima finally came over to you before Yamaguchi did. He had an annoyed scowl when you gave him the flowers, but then again, he always did, didn’t he? You were so proud of your friends that today you didn’t mind the teasing or the typical rude comments. You just wanted to spend a nice, happy, last day of high school with your crush and your best friend.

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Your friends had both gotten into the same university, a university that you hoped to attened yourself the following year. You couldn’t imagine going anywhere else. You wanted to be with them again.

When the next school year started up you realized how terribly you missed the duo. Sure, you had other friends in your classes, but it wasn’t the same as the time you got to spend with the seniors you held so close to your heart. So, what else could you do other then put your head into a book and study? You worked as hard as you could to be able to make it into their university. Then you’d get to spend time with your friends once again.

As expected when their classes started up you didn’t get to see them as often, typically only getting to text them rather then actually meet in person. Yamaguchi seemed really supportive about you going to university with them, often sending you texts of encouragement on long nights of studying. Even better was when he had the time he took you out to get coffee, then to the local library to help you study. It reminded you why you started to like him in the first place; you wanted to be better for him. Better then just a silly little high school girl with a silly little crush.

Tsukishima, while you hoped would be just as supportive as Yams, didn’t really seem to care much. The occasional hangout still took place, you both still texted. However, college was stressful; it was really hard. Never mind his volleyball career and the countless hours he put into practice. The time you used to take up in his life was now consumed by school. You didn’t really expect any more or any less from him. At least you still had Yamaguchi, that was who you really needed, right?

He was your springtime, remember?

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Finally, you managed to do it! You graduated your final, painstaking year of high school! Even got into your top university, the one Tsuki and Yams went to! You were so excited. You couldn’t believe it when you got your acceptance letter.

Finally, you would be re-united with your best friends again. It would be just like high school all over again, right?

As per usual, you were wrong. It seemed like most of the time you were. While they were both happy for you (overjoyed actually), when you finally started attending the university, the dynamic was drastically different than before. You hoped you would get to spend time together once again, just like you did back in the good old days. You hoped you would all get to eat lunch together, hang out after school, study together. But none of that was really the same.

Your and Tsuki’s schedule always lined up together, however, Yamaguchi’s always ended being the opposite. Which left you and Tsukishima to hang out a lot more often, something neither of you could really argue with. He missed you, a lot more then he was willing to admit. You missed your big old oaf as well, especially your late-night talks about life. More often than not, he ended up in your room until the moon was high in the sky, just, talking to you. After his long, stressful days, you were the exact break he needed.

Your talks never got emotional, at least they didn’t on his end. But that was okay, you didn’t mind. That was always just… him. And you liked your friendship with him. Whenever your conversations ventured to Yamaguchi, he made sure to never talk about his friends love life. The crushes he had on other girls at the time, his friends ideal type, none of that. Maybe that was a mistake, he didn’t know. Maybe you would have finally taken the hint and gotten over your feelings. He just didn’t want to hurt you. The way your eyes lit up when his best friend was around, he couldn’t take that away from you. That just wasn’t right. He just wanted to see you happy. That was his excuse.

As the years continued on, your puppy-love that originally began in high school had only grown and bloomed into a full-fledged love for none other than Yamaguchi Tadashi, the innocence with it still carried over. He had nurtured that love without even knowing it himself. He was an easy man to love. In your second year of college, you knew that for sure.

There you were, laying on the floor with Tsukishima occupying the bed like most other nights. That day you had gone out with the two of them, now, you were flustered. Mad even. That day, while you were out, you noticed Tadashi staring at a pretty 4th year girl. His cheeks were completely flushed, and when she managed to bump into him on accident, he could barely utter a word. The two of you were opposites, that was pretty obvious, even if it was just based on looks alone. She was graceful and elegant, and so very mature. While you were still cute and innocent; your second year of college and you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet.

It hurt, it really, really hurt to see that. So, you now sat there, stewing in silence as Tsuki kicked your head for the umpteenth time trying to get your attention.

“Oi, you fre-“

“I think Tadashi is into experienced girls.” You said abruptly, finally breaking out of your once quiet demeanor. Tsuki shifted uncomfortably, not really knowing how to traverse around this.

“What the fuck are you on about this time?” Was the response he settled with. You turned around, finally making eye contact with him.

“Think about it! We both saw how he was around that girl today!” You pouted, standing up. You put your hands on your hips. Kei thought you looked stupid (cute) like that, with your cheeks all puffed out in obvious irritation.

“Yeah and?”

“Do you think if I was more experienced then I would have a chance with him?” He really didn’t know how to answer this one. It was one of the subjects he always avoided. He knew Tadashi’s ideal type, but he would never actually tell you it.

“(y/n)..” he signed out, rubbing his face slightly in irritation. That’s when you said words he never thought he would actually hear from you.

“Could you teach me how to kiss?” It was silly of you to think knowing how to kiss would suddenly make him fall in love with you, but people did silly things for love didn’t they? You crawled between his legs, looking up at him with a smile and a pale pink blush adorning your features.

Tsukishima sat up straighter than he had before, and looked at you with evident shock across his features. You, his innocent little best friend, was asking him for kissing lessons? You were sitting so prettily between his legs? You weren’t actually serious were you? Sure, he knew how to, he had quite a bit of experience and that kind of thing didn’t mean much to him with other girls. And sure, the idea did excite him- but no. No, he couldn’t do that. Not to his best friend who was in love with their green-haired counterpart.

“Idiot, stop talking out of your ass.” He said, turning his face away from yours, a pink settling on his cheeks as well, “You wanted to save that for someone you cared about.” He knew this, of course he did. And he wasn’t that person. For some reason, at the thought of that, something panged in his heart.

“So what? It doesn’t matter anymore does it? I don’t care about that kind of thing anymore.” Yes you did. You both knew you did. Kei was the only one who was willing to admit it though.

He signed and tried to push you away from him slightly, “Yes you do. You just need to sleep this idiocity of yours off.” He was blunt about it, he always was. But, suddenly he felt a gentle tug on the bottom of his shirt and he instinctively met your gaze once again. His eyes couldn’t help but widen.

“Pl-please Kei…? I… I really need your help… I’m too inexperienced… I trust you a lot.. and I really need your help with this…” Now you were just flat out begging him. It tugged on his heart strings; it really did. He never wanted to make you sad.

He signed, you were always able to make him give in to stupid things. Only you though.

“Fine. But don’t come to me asking for shit like this again.” He stated bluntly. And suddenly, all the sadness vanished from your face, replaced with that big stupid smile he told himself he hated.

“Thank you! Thank you so much! You’re the best person in the world!” And for once, maybe he believed it. When you spoke things so earnestly, it was hard for him not to believe them. He rolled his eyes.

“You better not regret this okay?” He spoke softly. He slowly reached out and took you chin between his forefinger and thumb, leading your face closer to his.

“I promise I won’t.”

And with that last bit of consent he needed, he kissed you.

It was gentle, so gentle. It was too easy to kiss him back. Your grip stayed firm on the bottom of his shirt, your eyes screwed shut awkwardly tight. Eventually, he pulled away only to kiss you again, this time deeper and more passionate. He felt years of weight rushing off of him all at once and he had no clue why. All he knew is that for some reason he was finally able to relax. He removed his hand from your chin, instead resting it on your waist gently.

Before he realized what he was doing, he gently licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You squeaked but nevertheless obliged, opening your mouth just enough so he could move his tongue inside.

He kiss itself was slow and passionate. He slowly coaxed out what he wanted from you without exchanging any words. The only time the two of you pulled away was to take a breath before he kissed you again and again, each one rougher then the last. Eventually, you began to relax into his touch, into him as he kept going. You never really thought just kissing another person could feel this good.

At some point throughout the exchange, Tsukishima had managed to take hold of your ass, pulling you onto his lap. You let out a little whine when he gripped you too hard. That whine excited him. He didn’t think he could take it anymore. He was getting hard, too hard. Your innocence, your inexperience. He loved all of it.

He wasn’t thinking anymore, why should he think when he gets so drunk off of just kissing you?

Oh right.

That’s why.

Because its you. His best friend of 5 years who was hopelessly in love with someone else. Someone that wasn’t him. It made him upset, deeply so. Why didn’t you love him the same way you loved Yamaguchi? What did Yamaguchi have that he didn’t?

Wait, was he in love with you?

Thoughts over the last 5 years finally registered with him as you began to pull your shirt off. As much as he wanted to continue, this was all too much for him to deal with him at the moment. Years of feelings and emotions that he kept supressed rushed out of him like the Niagra falls. It was too much. This was too much.

That’s when he remembered, you weren’t doing this for him. You were doing it because you wanted Yamaguchi to like you. He had to stop this.

You moaned again and pulled away from the kiss, once again attempting to remove the annoying material known as your shirt. If he didn’t know the truth maybe he really would believe it, that you actually cared about him and wanted to do this.

Abruptly, Tsukishima stood up, causing you to fall back onto the plush, stuffed animal covered bed. You looked at him confused. He must’ve just been nervous to take things farther, he probably thought you didn’t want to. It was okay! You needed to learn about that stuff too anyway if you were going to show Yamaguchi how mature and elegant you could be. Just like that other girl. The girl he really liked.

“‘S okay!” You smiled and sat up on the bed, “We can keep going, I don’t mind.” You looked at him with hopeful eyes, expecting him to move back on top of you to continue. But instead, he began to grab his things and make way for the door. You were confused. Why was he acting like this all of a sudden? Didn’t he say he would help? Didn’t he wanna do this? You quickly got up and grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“Did I do something wrong? Was I that bad?”

“No.” He bluntly stated, not looking back at you. He couldn’t deal with this. He pulled his arm away, “Just confess to him already. This is getting annoying. Shit it’s been annoying. It’s been 5 fucking years!” Suddenly, you felt insecure. You felt rejected.

“Wh-what? But I thought…”

“You thought wrong. Just tell him you like him.” And with that, he left your dorm room. He really didn’t understand why he was getting so upset, he didn’t exactly have a right to either. He had never felt this jealous before. He didn’t feel it when he fucked around with girls, didn’t feel it when guys hit on the other girls he had been interested it, but you were different. He needed to come to terms with these newly discovered feelings, yet he didn’t know if he could ever actually face you again. Not with you still head over heels for Yamaguchi.

So, the days trailed on with no sign of Tsukishima. Yamaguchi was showing up less and less, too. Presumably, he was meeting up with that girl again, Riko, as you learned her name to be. You saw them around campus a few times. But you didn’t let yourself admit the truth. You didn’t want to. It was better to just protect your heart. They were just friends, study partners. Had to be right?

The worst of it was that whenever you tried to talk to Tsuki, he always left you on read or said something so dry that you couldn’t reply to it. Seems like your spring, your happiness, your youth had finally faded.

Over the coming weeks you were alone again. Just like high school, you took to studying to drown out the feelings of loneliness. Helplessness maybe. Eventually, you stopped trying to spend time with them. It was obvious Kei had been ignoring you since that night, and Yamaguchi was clearly occupied with his summer fling.

That’s it.

This had to be the feeling of summer. Uncomfortable, alone, and warm. School was over, it wasn’t as easy to be around friends. There were still pretty flowers, they just weren’t around you. You had to seek refuge in your cool house. The cold was much more calming.

But eventually, you got tired of that too. You were tired of this. All the awkward tension, all the avoidance of each other. Maybe, just maybe, if you couldn’t save your relationship with Tsuki, you could at least save it with Yamaguchi.

You chose a day and marked it on your calendar. That was the day you would finally tell him your true feelings. Up until now, you were too scared of the rejection, too scared of loosing him, but you practically already had. Your friendship with the two men was in shambles, so if there was an all or nothing chance that could make things better, you decided you needed to take it.

If he rejects you, you decided that you could take it. You have to take it. You cant just sit there pining after him anymore. Back in your younger years you thought that you might still have a chance if you just waited it out. Maybe he would confess! But he never did. Maybe you just needed to confess your feelings to get over him. Maybe just maybe that’s what you wanted.

Or maybe you wanted him to accept you with open arms. You didn’t really know what you wanted. You just wanted to be done with the drama your crush on him has brought you so you could go back to spring.

But seasons change. The cruel clock continues to tick on and on without stopping. Once you passed spring you couldn’t get it back.

—-

Finally, when that fated day arrived, you walked up to his dorm. You tried your best to look nice and calm, but you knew you weren’t very good at that. Even when you tried your hardest you always looked slightly disheveled. You once hoped it was something Yamaguchi would like about you, but it never seemed like it was. Tsukishima loved it though, he was finally willing to admit it too.

You looked down at his door handle and noticed a sock placed on it. Looking back on that moment, you wished you knew what it meant. That might’ve saved you from seeing what you did.

You had a lot of wishes.

But alas, you never got that lesson from your female friends- hell you didn’t really had any close female friends other than the guy’s team managers in high school. So, in your naïveté, you gently took the sock off the handle, maybe it somehow ended up there when he was doing the laundry? He was clumsy like that. You shrugged it off and twisted to see if it was locked. It was.

That should have been your second red flag to turn back, he always kept his door unlocked.

But, once again, you always seemed to make the wrong choice.

You found your keys, pulling them out of your pocket. Located on the ringlet was the same key he had given to his dorm back at the beginning of the school year. Back when the 3 of you were closer. You suck it in the keyhole and turned it before opening the door, the sight inside scaring you.

Yamaguchi had his face scrunched up in pleasure, his cock buried deep inside Riko’s cunt. She was on her hands and knees with her back bent at an angle that couldn’t have been comfortable. Your eyes went wide as the sound of skin slapping against skin was all you could hear. Suddenly, you felt hot. Very hot. You couldn’t breathe either. It was like you had just run a marathon in 90-degree heat. It was awful.

You wished you had just turned around and ran before Yamaguchi saw you, you really wished you did. But you were frozen in place. It was like the summer heat had dragged you down to the fiery pits of hell.

Eventually, when he did see you, his face flushed even brighter than it had been before. He quickly pulled out of her, hurriedly dressing the two of them while you just stood in place. How long did you stand there? You had no idea.

You should have been happy for your friend; you really wish you could have been. You wished you could have just said something funny and walked away like nothing happened. If only your 5-year love for the man wasn’t in the way. Without it, this would have just been an awkward experience, not an utterly heartbreaking one. You didn’t have a right to be upset either, you knew that; you didn’t have a claim over him. But it still hurt. It hurt more than anything else. Like a sunburn after a long day at the beach.

“A-ah! (Y/n)! I didn’t know you were coming over!” Yamaguchi laughed out awkwardly, finally pulling up his pants. Of course he wasn’t hurting like you. He was in a relationship. You wanted him to be happy. Its what he deserved after making you feel so happy, so cared about for so many years.

So, what else could you do other than you force a smile onto your face. You could wallow in your own emotions another time.

“Yeah! I just needed to um.. grab something! I didn’t know you were in here.” You said, fumbling with your words a bit, “But I see you’re busy! I’ll head out!” You quickly closed the door, leaning against the wall right next to it. You needed a moment to compose yourself before your walk back to your dorm. You didn’t want to burst out into tears in the middle of the campus for everyone to see.

“Who was that?”

“Oh, she’s just my friend from high school!”

“Just a friend? Why did she have a key to your place then? I know I locked the door.”

“Ah, you don’t have to be so worried about her, she’s like my little sister. Sometimes she needs my help with things.”

You wished you just left. Wished you just ran straight home. Wished the walls weren’t as thin as they were. Wished they weren’t standing so close to the door. Anything you could have wished on in that moment you did. Just a high school friend. Just a little sister. Not even one of his best friends. The words made you feel sick. Who cares if anyone saw you crying, you just needed to get out of there. You held a hand over your mouth as you practically ran home, afraid you might actually throw up if you didn’t.

Oh, how the summer stung.

---

You hadn’t left your dorm in days; you really shouldn’t have been as upset as you were. You didn’t have any right to. The most you ever did with poor Tadashi was hold his hand- even that wasn’t in any sort of romantic manor. But still, there you were. Heartbroken. It was only natural really, you knew he didn’t owe you anything, you knew you weren’t in a relationship. He could do whatever he wanted! But that didn’t stop it from hurting. You didn’t think it would ever really stop hurting.

It was on the fifth day that you decided you needed to do something. Something to forget. Go out to a party, get drunk, fuck some random guy. It didn’t matter. Maybe you just wanted to continue the destructive streak you already had going. Why not fuck around and loose your virginity? None of it mattered anyway. Not when the man you had loved since your first year in high school never even thought about loving you back.

Unrequited love was a bitch.

You decided that you needed to get over yourself, get over this pity party you were throwing. Maybe if you went out tonight you could get over him. Maybe then the summer bee sting would finally go away.

You didn’t have many clothes for going out, it wasn’t something you were really into. So, you tried your best to put together an outfit to make yourself feel appealing. Did your hair to make yourself feel pretty. Put on some makeup to feel a tad bit more confident. Even if your skills weren’t that great, it didn’t matter. You felt prettier then you had the whole week. That is what mattered. You didn’t really think guys cared how you dressed anyway, only what was underneath, so it didn’t really matter.

When you finally left the dorm and arrived at one of the various parties going on, the moon was high in the sky. The confidence you had walking to the building had all but vanished when you finally manouvered inside. The music was loud, people were sweaty, the place was a mess. But that didn’t matter right? All that mattered was getting over your spring, some other girls Yamaguchi Tadashi.

After all, one thing that stays the same is the seasons changing.

You made your way over to the kitchen to grab a drink. You never really liked the idea of drinking, the smell making you feel sick, but you needed to let loose. That’s what alcohol was for anyway, wasn’t it? That what all the teen movies you watched as you cried into your pillow told you. It was really childish of you, but you had never gone through heart break before. Maybe you were just a late bloomer. Maybe this was the moment that would make you mature. As you took your first sip, your nose scrunched up, but you kept downing it.

Eventually you made your way to the dance floor, the alcohol taking a firm hold on your system as you finally let loose. You relaxed as you swayed to the music and laughed easily. Your consciousness was still there, you were still clear enough to make decisions. A certain wall had just otherwise broken down.

A guy came up behind you and began grinding against your ass as you danced. You giggled and turned around to face him. He wasn’t unattractive, far from it. If you were going to do this now would be the time to.

“Hey.” You smiled at him. He smiled back.

Little did you know, the source of one of your problems was also there that night, also there trying to drink away his feelings. He was so stupid. Tsukishima knew very well he was. All this time and he never realized his liked you more than just his idiot best friend. And now that he did know, he knew he had no chance with you. Every emotion he didn’t understand surrounding you from all those years came rushing at him tenfold. He didn’t like the dog because he was jealous, he didn’t like the confession letters because he didn’t like the idea other men could have you.

He loved you smile, he didn’t think you looked stupid, he thought you looked adorable. The stuffed animals that he once made fun of you having were now the cutest thing. The reason your food was so good was because you made it, not just because you were a good cook. He was pretty sure you could feed him garbage and he would love it all because you were the one who gave it to him.

He knew why he didn’t like talking about Tadashi with you- it was because he wished he was Tadashi. He wanted to be the one you loved and cared about. But now he knew that that would never happen, all because you loved someone other then him.

He had been avoiding both you and Yamaguchi since all of those realizations. He tried quick fucks to make up for the feelings you left him with, but nothing helped. He was there again that night to try to do the same thing. To look for an easy pussy to stick his dick into as an attempt to get over you. It was better that he did, for all three of you.

That was when he saw you on the dance floor, with some other man’s filthy hands all over you. Hands that should be his. At first he honestly didn’t really believe it was you, he just thought it was whatever drink he was having that night making him delusional. You wouldn’t be at a party like this. You couldn’t be. But when he inched closer and closer, he realized it had to be you. You were standing there in the skimpiest skirt he thought he had ever seen and thigh-highs, with some guy biting disgusting marks into your neck.

When the man whispered something in your ear, you blushed. Tsuki’s face was red for other reasons. He saw the guy take your small hand into his own and start to lead you up the stairs. Wait, no. He couldn’t let that happen. He shouldn’t let that happen. You should be with him. He listened to the thoughts in his head and rushed over to you, pulling you against his chest. The other man stepped back in an offended manor.

“Huh? What are you doing here?” You mumbled out, a pout forming on your lips, your cheeks pushed out just the way he liked. It was so cute. He loved it so much. But right now was not the time to get caught up in his own feelings.

“It doesn’t matter. What are you doing?” He said in a stern manor, glaring down at you dangerously. You giggled and stood on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear. His aggressive deminior didn’t really mean anything.

“I’m gonna get fucked! I think this guy likes me!” You giggled; your cheeks dusted with rose. He scoffed in annoyance, could you really be that stupid?

“No, you’re not. You’re drunk.”

“Hush! I’m not drunk! Perfectly sane!” You smiled, while the other man stared at the two of you awkwardly.

“Hey uh… I’m sorry if this is your girl. I had no clue… Um… I’m gonna go… I don’t wanna be a part of your weird jealous fuck… I’ve been roped into that one too many times before, and it’s never a happy ending.” The stranger said, before awkwardly trotting away and grabbing himself another drink. You whined and pushed at Tsuki’s chest, sad your fuck to get over Tadashi had now walked away and seemingly had no interest.

“What did you do that for?!” You whined and squirmed around cutely like you were actually disappointed. He really hoped you weren’t.

“We’re leaving.” He murmured bluntly, picking you up and carrying you outside of the building. You squirmed the whole time, constantly berating him about putting you down and how he ruined your night. He didn’t listen though, only carried you back to his dorm, most likely waking up all of his neighbors in the process due to your voice.

Only after you finally made it inside did he put you down, dropping you on his bed. He turned his back to you, scavenging through his dresser.

“I cant believe you! And when I was this close-“ He interrupted you, handing you some of his clothes to change into, “What the fuck are these for?” You said, holding them up and shaking them slightly for dramatic effect.

He only sighed and sat down at his desk chair, “You don’t see me as one, but I am a man, (y/n).” You only looked at him confused, but he sighed again, opting to not explain himself further, “You’re staying the night. You should be comfortable.” He turned around in his chair, now facing away from you. Oddly, you missed his gold, piercing stare.

“Oh, so just cause you’re a guy you cant keep your dick in your pants?”

“That’s not what I meant you idiot.”

“That’s what it seems like. I was hoping to have that effect on someone else you know! Not you!”

“I know.”

“Then why the fuck did you take me away?!”

“You were going to regret it. Can you please just shut the fuck up?” He signed, rubbing his temples. It seemed like you were really itching to get in a fight that night. He kind of deserved it, he didn’t have any right to drag you away. What you wanted to do was your choice, he shouldn’t have any say in it. But he couldn’t just stand there and watch as you got taken from him- even if he decided that you would never like him in that way.

You scoffed and stood up, “I’m leaving.” You didn’t want to go.

“Don’t...” You didn’t expect him to say that. You expected him to laugh at you and say see if I care. Did he… care..? Maybe, you didn’t know. It didn’t matter though, as you listened to her stern, dominating voice, you sat back down on the bed, just as he wanted. You stained into his muscular back with confusion and annoyance.

“What do you want Tsukishima.” You asked, well, more so stated. And he really didn’t have an answer for you. He wanted you to fall for him instead of that green haired twig who couldn’t see the amazing thing right in front of him. For once he wanted to be in a dumb romcom where he was the guy the girl actually fell for instead of just the supportive best friend. He wanted you. He wasn’t going to say that though, opting to just change the subject entirely.

“Why were you going to do that?” He questioned, still not able to bring himself to turn around and face you.

“Do what?”

“Fuck him. It wasn’t to.. You weren’t just trying to make yourself more experienced for.. for him right?” He was having trouble finding the exact right words to say. However, when a sudden sharp laugh (a laugh that he loved) moved past your lips he whipped around quickly, watching you almost keel over in laughter.

“Him?” You laughed, “You mean Yamaguchi? Hell no! I was trying to get over that cabbage patch kid.” You calmed yourself down, while Tsuki just stared at you, now it was his turn to be confused.

He had no clue about the events that happened between you and Tadashi, so you explained, “I know, finally right? I walked in on him fucking that chick. I threw myself a pity party and now here I am, trying to get over him before you so rudely pulled- no sorry, carried my ass away.” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, you were finally trying to get over him? He knew he should’ve felt bad, your heart had been broken and he wasn’t there to help, but the only thought going through his head were thanks to whatever god there was.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, yeah, here comes all the teasing and mocking, I know the drill. You can spare me from it.”

“I’m sorry that happened.”

“Haha yeah the jokes all on me- what?” You were bamboozled! You had never heard him say those words before, even when he made you cry from mocking you about your creepy pasta phase in high school.

“That sucks, I know you really liked him.”

“I… Yeah.. Yeah it does suck.” You pulled your legs up to your chest, not really knowing how to react in this situation. He had never been this emotionally open with you, never really showed you any form of empathy. You kind of wanted to cry, let your emotions out now that you finally had someone to actually listen to you. All he did was nod, trying not to pay any mind to your pink panties that had now been exposed due to your new position.

“Get changed okay?” He said gently. It was a tone you weren’t used to hearing from him just yet. You nodded your head before he turned back around in his chair. You took that as a sign to get started, pulling off your top and exchanging it for his bigger, comfier volleyball jersey he had handed to you earlier. The sweats he gave you to wear were huge as well, but they were really your only option. You didn’t want to go back to your dorm anymore, it was much too hot there. Summer emotions were strong and evident. But Tsuki’s room, it was cool like fall.

Oh, how you were soon going to love fall.

When you finished changing, you perched yourself back on his bed, nestled into the corner with all the pillows. His bed was comfortable, maybe you wouldn’t mind this sleepover.

“You can look now, I finished.” When he turned around, he should’ve known what to expect. However, he was not anticipating the effect you had on him. If he thought you looked amazing in that skirt, you looked even better in his clothes.

He wouldn’t say anything about it though, you didn’t need that right now.

You fiddled with the bottom of your shirt; things normally weren’t this awkward between you. But then again, you two hadn’t talked for the last couple of weeks, and the last time you did you were begging him to teach you how to kiss.

“So,” You decided to try to make some form of conversation at least, “Why were you out tonight?” You smiled slightly at him as he took his glasses off, “You normally just like to say home and study.”

Same reason you were. “The rest of the team went to it; I just went for them” You nodded in understanding.

“You can come over here, you know? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I wont bite unless threatened.” You smiled, patting the spot next to you in bed.

He hesitated for a moment before you sweetened the deal, “I’ll watch your lame volleyball games with you.” At that he stood up and slid next to you in bed. You couldn’t help but cuddle up to him, resting your head gently against his shoulder, waiting for a nudge off of him that never came. He pulled his phone out and pulled up a game for the two of you to watch. This was nice, this was peaceful. It was like autumn. Your autumn.

After awhile of listening to him talk about the game, you fell asleep nuzzled up to his neck.

—-

In the following months you and Tsuki grew closer- a lot closer, much to his delight. Those late-night talks came back and eventually morphed into sleepovers. Sleepovers where you always found yourself cuddled up to him by morning. Eventually, he even starting initiating affection in his own, albeit rough way. It was relaxing, he was so nice. Well, not literally. He still made fun of you, which resulted in you making fun of him back.

But on those nights where he would be softer and open up to you, it would make you so happy.

Eventually, after seeing you and Tsuki walk around on campus, Yamaguchi realized the friendship he had been neglecting with the two of you. He started hanging out more and more, but the shift in your trio’s dynamic was obvious. You and Tsukishima seemed a lot closer then you two had before, which Tadashi only saw as a good thing. He was happy his friends were finally closer! He smiled at the thought of you three remaining friends even after college.

He was still clueless about people’s emotions towards him, always had been, always will be.

So, your friendship with the boys was back in full bloom. You were excited about it, finally realizing how relaxing it could be to spend time with your friends without stupid emotions in the way.

That was until emotions did, in fact, start to get in the way again.

They always did.

Yamaguchi’s girlfriend broke up with him, and of course, who did he come running to other then you? You let him cry into your arms. You had to. You wanted to make your best friend feel better, but that “making him feel better” did not include him kissing you, at least on your end it didn’t. To him though, it did.

In the middle of his shaking and crying he looked up to you with his red puffy doe eyes. Before you knew it his lips were on yours. You weren’t expecting it, you didn’t know what to do. The moment you had been waiting your whole life for had just presented itself, and all you could think about was Tsukishima and how he kissed you, how he made you feel so good with nothing but his tongue.

You pulled away and stood up, apologizing quickly, and leaving your dorm. Yamaguchi sat there confused as well. Why did he kiss you? He didn’t have the slightest clue either. He was probably just so upset, maybe looking for a rebound. You shouldn’t be his rebound though. He was probably just confused. That’s what the both of you told yourselves anyway. He couldn’t have actually realized his feelings for you in that moment. Tsukishima would’ve told you he didn’t deserve to.

When you arrived at the door, you were hot again. Summer was back and you didn’t know why. But, Tsukishima could cool you down, he always managed to. When he opened the door and saw your distraught figure, he did nothing but open his arms. When you were upset you always seemed to want to be held. He didn’t get it, but making fun of you in that moment wouldn’t help.

You lunged into his arms and held him tight, burring your face in his shirt in an instant. He slowly picked you up, closed the door, and maneuvered over to his bed to sit the two of you down on it. You needed a friend right now.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” You stilled for a moment, taking a long hesitant breath before speaking. You wanted to try to remain as calm as possible.

“Y-Yams he.. his girlfriend broke up with him… He kissed me…” Tsukishima tensed up at this and started to rub circles into your back.

“Oh, he did? Dream come then?” You were gonna leave him again weren’t you?

You only shook your head, “I-I….I don’t think so…” you managed to squeak out, “I don’t know what I’m feeling… I just know I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Tsuki looked at you confused before sighing, now wasn’t the time to have a talk about your potential feelings for him. You just needed to rest.

“Emotions are shitty aren’t they?” He sighed out, you nodded and relaxed against him. Hopefully, you wouldn’t leave him for his idiot best friend. Not this time.

“T-Tsuki… I know I’m being really selfish right now but… I want you to make the pain go away.. I-I don’t think anyone else can do it..” You looked up at him with your eyes watering. It felt wrong to kiss Yamaguchi, like you were enacting a sin that god forbit you from. It felt dirty and wrong.

“What do you want me to do?” He sighed, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. It was sad how easily he gave into you.

“I-I don’t know.. I just feel dirty.. I feel wrong..” You said, bottom lip quivering slightly. He was honestly amazed at this. How could he make you feel like this? Why did kissing Yamaguchi make you feel dirty? Why did you think he could cleanse you? He shouldn’t act. He really shouldn’t. But your lips, they were so soft and inexperienced he kissed you.. would they be the same as last time? Would you be so quick to make a sound? He wanted to know, and he wanted to make you feel better.

So, he leaned down and kissed you. You didn’t pull away, didn’t scream in disgust. Rather, it seemed to be exactly what you wanted. A soft mewl of approval you let out shot straight through him. You learned into his touch, finally starting to cool down. This is exactly what you wanted, exactly what you needed. You need Tsukishima. It finally dawned on you that that’s why you were so repulsed by Yamaguchi kissing you, it was because you didn’t want anyone other then Tsukishima to be doing that kind of thing to you.

Once the kiss finally broke, a string of saliva connected your mouths. You were panting, your head dizzy from the overwhelming emotions. Tsukishima’s eyes just stared down at you, lust clouding his vision as his breathes labored slightly. He wanted to take things further, but he refused to let himself do that just yet. He had already indulged himself too much, but you looked so happy.

“Th-thank you..” You finally breathed out, “I-I.. thank you..” you mumbled, collapsing against the blonde’s chest. The effect he had on you was unbelievable, but it filled you with such pure and utter satisfaction.

He smiled down at you, a real genuine smile, “Get some sleep.” He told you, and you listened.

The following morning wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be. When you woke up, he just held you against his chest. After a long talk that was much too sappy for Tsukishima’s liking, you two eventually decided to give dating a shot.

It scared you a little, you had to admit. You were nervous about your inexperience, most guys your age wouldn’t like that kind of thing right? But he reassured you, adding in a line making fun of you, calling you a baby to lighten the mood. He was happy. So happy. You both were.

This was right, it felt right.

As summer melted away into autumn, you found a new love, a new hope.

Maybe a new start wasn’t spring. Maybe a new start was Autumn after all.

Your fall, your Tsukishima. <3

Thank you all for reading!! Part 2 will be up at some point!! Have a lovely day <3

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Believe Me, It’s True

(Loona) Son Hyejoo x Gender Neutral!Reader

Requested: yes!

Berry: hi can I get olivia hye x gender neutral reader with a best friend to lovers trope? the rest is up to you~

A/n: I’m sorry this is a little rushed </3

Hyejoo could only groan, seeing you cling onto Jiwoo’s arm from afar. She wasn’t the type to like affection, but for some reason when it came to you she only wished for you to cling onto her just the same.

You and Hyejoo had been friends ever since middle school, so you two went way back. It always surprises you, not really believing how long the two of you had been friends. When they say opposites attract you couldn’t help but to agree, taking your friendship with her as a example.

Everyone always talked about how Hyejoo’s scary aura matched with your soft aura. Though, you wouldn’t say she was scary. Sure she looked like it, but in your eyes she was just a big stubborn softie.

It wasn’t a secret when your friends found out about the little crush you had on your best friend. Something about her always made your heart flutter, thinking that you could easily melt by how she acted only with you.

She always teased you, which sometimes you didn’t mind, taking it lightheartedly as she hopes you do since she only loves joking around. But there are times when the things she say truly hurt you.

“You and y/n would make a great couple” Heejin said as everyone was seated at one table in the cafiteria. Heejin watched as you blushed while Hyejoo only looked at her with disgust.

“Me? And y/n?” Hyejoo looked at you for a second before turning back, “I’d rather lick the floor than be with them”

And that’s also how Heejin found out about your obvious but also not so obvious crush. Seeing the look of hurt on your face after Hyejoo said that immediately gave it away. Soon enough your friends one by one knew about the crush you had on her.

Hyejoo on the other hand was completely oblivious towards the crush you had on her. She was only stubborn towards the feelings she caught.

Everytime her heart fluttered when you did anything she’d scold herself. Or simply not think much of it, thinking it was something that happened to everyone when they admired their so called ‘best friend’

Hyejoo frowned when she saw you run towards her, “don’t look at me like that, you look scary when you run and smile at the same time”

You slapped her shoulder “you shouldn’t even be talking, you’ve been sitting here for the past thirty minutes for what? Warming up the benches for the basketball team match today?”

“I was waiting for you”

“Oh I’m sure” you repiled, seeing her give you the side eye, you giggled at her before dragging her to your last period class. Hyejoo swore she felt her heart race over your giggle, something she quickly scolded herself for. “Get a grip Son Hyejoo!”

As you entered the classroom you couldn’t help but to notice everyone stare at the two of you. Hyejoo raised an eyebrow at them before letting go of your hand. “That’s why they were staring” she whispered before walking to her seat.

You mentally face palmed, how did you not notice? Avoiding everyone’s stares, you walked to your seat, where your other friend Jinsoul was sitting.

She playfully shoved you in your seat, “I see we’re getting somewhere aren’t we?” She asked in a teasing manner. “Please, I bet she doesn’t even like me. All she does is joke around, that was a one time thing. Doubt it’ll even happen again” you repiled, taking your notebook out. “Besides there’s rumors about her and Chaewon going out in secret or something”

“You really believe in those rumors?”

“No but it could be true, they’ve been hanging out a little too much lately”

Jinsoul scoffed, “that’s literally you believing the rumor y/n, their not even going out”

“You don’t know that” you turned to her with a frown, “even if it was true I think I’d just stay away from her until I lose feelings”

Jinsoul sighed at your words, even you could be oblivious at times. But she doesn’t blame you, if there was rumors going around with someone she loved she’d feel the same way.

“Maybe she’ll confess to you” Jinsoul whispered, the teacher coming into the room and now talking.

You rolled your eyes at her words, it doesn’t seem like she takes the slightest interest in you. You slowly lost all hope and determination making you sigh.

Jinsoul smiled, impatiently waiting for class to be over so she could rush over to Hyejoo and talk to her.

“Hey Hyejoo!” Jinsoul yelled, the bell had just rang and everyone was dismissed. Soon everyone left the classroom in a rush, excited to finally go home or hang out with their friends.

Hyejoo turned around with her bag around her shoulder, you had already left to go study at the library so you couldn’t walk home with her today like you always do.

“Do you like y/n?” Jinsoul asked with a smirk, sure it was true but Jinsoul wanted to hear it from Hyejoo herself. Hyejoo froze, raising and eyebrow before slowly shaking her head “no?” She repiled, but it came out more as a question.

“I know you do, stop being so stubborn and admit it”

“I don’t like y/n! How many times do I have to say it to everyone?”

Jinsoul smiled when Hyejoo became defensive, “Hye listen, I know you’ve been telling Chaewon about how you feel towards y/n. It’s no secret anymore, she’s told me how your heart flutters whenever they giggle or smile and you don’t know how to stop it”

“Just confess already, it’s not gonna hurt you. Admit that you like them and go for it. Y/n is at the library” Jinsoul patted Hyejoo’s shoulder “you could either do it, or continue to hurt yourself. Because that’s what your doing right now”

Jinsoul walked away, a deep sigh escaped her lips. All she could hope for is Hyejoo to suck it up and confess.

She doesn’t want to force her, but knowing how Hyejoo has been talking to Chaewon for MONTHS about her crush on you, she knows it’s hurting her slowly. Jinsoul notices how Hyejoo’s face drops when you cling onto Jiwoo or Yerim, or when she scolds herself for her heart racing whenever you let out a laugh.

Hyejoo was left alone in the classroom, deep in her thoughts. She knew she didn’t want to admit it. Scared that your close friendship could end. She valued your friendship more than anything else and the thought of losing it makes her devastated.

Soon enough she noticed that Jinsoul wasn’t wrong at all. All those times she told Chaewon about her feeling odd when you were around finally made sense.

She really does have a crush on you, and it’s not a minor little crush. It was more like love, something she grimaced about but she had to come in terms with herself.

Hyejoo walked out the classroom, her palms sweating when she came close to the library.

You sat on one of the tables, writing away, looking back and forth from your notebook to your textbooks.

Hyejoo couldn’t help but to smile, your hard work and dedication never failed to amaze her. She took a deep breath, “here goes nothing” she whispered before walking up behind you.

“AAA” Hyejoo shouted from behind, shaking your shoulders making you jump off your seat, she laughed.

Of course she wanted to make her enterance well known. It was something you were used to, but it always startled you.

The Liberian came around to shush the two of you before asking if you were okay, you nodded slowly getting up and glaring at the girl who was silently laughing.

“You idiot! Did you really have to do that?” You scold, sitting back at your seat. Hyejoo grabbed a seat and sat next to you, her chin resting on the palm of her hand as she stared at you scolding her.

“Seriously Hye don’t scare me like that, especially at a library! What is wrong with- hey what’s with the look your giving me?” You stopped, noticing Hyejoo smile at you.

You couldn’t help but to feel your heart beat faster than ever, “Hye stop that! Why are you even here? I thought libraries were boring to you”

Hyejoo nodded “well they are, but I just wanted to see you”

“Woah that’s a first” You repiled, closing your books “what do you want? The notes from last period class?” You ask.

She scoffed “no! I just wanted to tell you something”

You turn to her, your full attention on her. But you couldn’t help but to feel nervous, what was she planning on telling you?

“Oh yeah go ahead” you repiled with a smile, deep inside you felt your heart slowly dropping. Thinking she’ll tell you that she confessed to Chaewon, but those thoughts quickly clouded away when Hyejoo held your hand.

“Listen you know how we’ve been friends for awhile right? The amount of memories we shared, it’s pretty cool” she laughed “the first time I met you, I literally thought we were gonna hate each other. But I’m glad we became friends, you are so fun to be around, you don’t understand”

“I admire everything you do, the dedication and hard work you put into the littlest things, they make me smile. Actually everything about you makes me smile” she shook her head, “y/n I suck at words okay but I love you, and I appreciate you a lot”

You backed away a little, giggling at her words “since when did THE Son Hyejoo become so sincere?”

“Since the day I liked you”

You widen your eyes, gripping onto the table with one hand. “Excuse me?”

Hyejoo sighed “I like you. I. Like. You.” She slowly said at the end, making sure you process her words.

“Your joking right?”

She groaned “no y/n! I like you! Believe me it’s true! I like you so much you don’t know how much I love being around you!”

You felt your jaw drop “no way, am I dreaming right now?” You said, pinching and slapping yourself.

Hyejoo put your hands down “goodness y/n! I like you! I’ve had a crush on you for awhile now!” She yelled, making the librarian come back to shush her again. Hyejoo gave her the side eye before looking back you.

You felt your heart beat out of your chest, looking at Hyejoo with a smile. “I like you too” was all you said, shocked by the recent events that just occurred.

Hyejoo laughed at you, “so? Does this mean that we’re, you know, together?”

Nodding at her words you took the opportunity to hug her. Jinsoul wasn’t wrong, but you had a feeling she was the reason Hyejoo confessed. Of course you weren’t complaining, feeling like you were on top of the world.

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“i need all the blankets you can find.”

“i think you look so beautiful whenever you’re just… here. when you’re not trying to look pretty. when i can really see that you feel at home and comfortable. that’s when i fall in love even more.”

as much as you loved winter, sometimes you felt like the snow was just plain excessive. the hem of your pants was entirely soaked, as was your hair, falling into your face in wet strands, nose and cheeks bright red as you tried your best to keep your extremities from falling off. you wanted nothing more than to get home, the short walk from your part-time job to the bus station enough to leave you freezing, and the slightly longer walk from the bus stop to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend more than enough to leave you dripping wet and your teeth chattering.

you near threw yourself into the building as soon as you managed to open the door - thank the lord for door codes, your numb fingers that were probably only a decoration at this point unable to even get the key into the lock -, forcefully closing the door behind you to lock out the cold that had left you a snowman hybrid, and then you dragged yourself to the elevator, once more glad that the buttons were big and did not require any kind of precision in your movements, nor did it require you to move the ice blocks attached to your legs until the doors opened with a cheery ‘ding!’, allowing you to drag your sorry self towards the door you could so easily tell was yours, even when your brain was frozen and refused to work, because your darling had decided that you needed to adorn your door with a drawing that looked like a kindergartener had drawn it, but really it had been the two of you trying to draw a stick figure portrait of each other, framed by a bright red frame that read ‘welcome’ in huge blue letters. it was a little tacky, but it always made you smile, made you feel welcome before you’d even entered your home, as did your doormat, a dirty brown little rug that said ‘doorbell broken, please yell DING DONG loudly!’, something that the two of you and several of your friends had actually started doing, much to the dismay of some of your neighbours.

you did so now, as well, both out of habit and because you most definitely would not have been able to unlock the door by yourself, so you yelled “ding dong!” and waited for the only person that would voluntarily warm you up to open the door for you.

“love, you’re home!”, you were greeted as soon as mingi opened the door, enveloping you in a spontaneous hug that felt so nice to you but had him flinch when the wetness started to seep into his own clothes, though he didn’t move away from you.

“i need all the blankets you can find”, you doddered, pushing him away without much energy, your freezing hands against his chest because if you didn’t get warmed up soon you were convinced you would die a cold, painful death.

“i got you”, one last squeeze of his warm body against your icicle, then he left you to peel off all your cold, wet clothes as he went to assemble all the blankets you owned, coming back to drop the first batch on the couch, then back to your bedroom to gather the rest and also his beloved banana sweater, a pair of sweatpants and new underwear because he knew there was no way you’d be able to heat up if you continued to wear what you were currently dressed in.

“here, warm up”, he told you as he handed you the new clothes, rubbing your back to help you regain some heat until it was time to put on the sweater, and once that was done he picked you up and moved you to the couch, where he decided it was his boyfriend duty to wrap you into every single blanket you owned; though, to be fair, you had asked him for this, and you appreciated it, too, even though it left you entirely unable to move, the massive amount of blankets effectively restricting your ability to do so.

“better now?”

your reply was a hum that could’ve been interpreted either way, which mingi took as a sign that he needed to add something else to the cosy little pile looking like dirty laundry that you’d become - himself. it was hard to fully wrap his arms around you, your usually so small frame enlarged by every single blanket you owned, but with a lot of dedication and probably halfway to dislocating his shoulder he made it work.

“now?”, and while his weight was close to crushing you due to the added weight of probably more than 5kg of blankets said 5kg of blankets also added a little cushioning, so you decided to accept the slight cracking of your ribs you were certain you’d heard when he plopped down on top of you.

this time your hum was clearly affirmative, so he nuzzled his face into your neck - ignoring the wet hair that was leaving some moist streaks on his cheeks - and started pressing soft, warm kisses to your skin. they were incredibly appreciated, but a kiss to your mouth would have been even more appreciated, and since you were unable to move his face up to yours due to the constricting blanket wrap you were in you just whined until he looked at you, confused and worried.

“i want a kiss”, you explained your whining, causing a relieved smile to appear on his face because at least you weren’t in pain or anything similar, and then you got your kiss, and a few more, too, for good measure.

“you look so cute like that”, mingi mumbled against your skin in-between kisses, “i hope you’re warm again soon.”

“i’m doing my best.”

he continued his loving ministrations, offering you some of his body warmth through his hands on your cheeks or his face against your neck, trying his very hardest to not have the two of you fall off the couch whenever he moved on top of your entirely defenseless, immobile frame, but after the third near-encounter of his face with the floor he decided to get up, despite your whining in protest.

“don’t be sad, you’ll smile again soon”, he promised, though you highly doubted it when he removed several layers of warmth from you and left you wrapped up in two blankets only.

“i’m cold”, you reminded him, voice still incredibly whiny, but he just shushed you, though lovingly.

“just wait a minute”, and off he went, scurrying around the living room like a lost bunny, though you found out that there was reason behind his scurrying once he’d turned on the christmas lights he must have hung up somewhen during the day, and then a playlist of christmas songs that was playing quietly, just loud enough to set the ambiance, but not loud enough to bother you.

“let’s dance”, not really leaving you much of a choice as he pulled you up, despite your protests.

“mingi, i still can’t really feel my feet. i can’t dance like this”, you tried to explain your reluctance, but he just smiled at you before lifting you up slightly and placing you on his feet.

“you don’t have to move now, just try not to fall”, a compromise you could accept, his arms wrapping around the blanket burrito that was you, holding you tightly so you wouldn’t fall because your arms were still trapped and falling might very well break your nose.

“now let’s dance”, as if you could protest when he was near entirely in control of your movements, but now that you didn’t have to do the dancing yourself you didn’t mind one bit. quite the opposite - you thought it was such a cute gesture, and you loved being enveloped in the comfort of his warmth and his scent.

his movements barely had the right to be called dancing, more a very slow paddling back and forth with your feet on his, but it was still perfect. he was careful to not make the two of you fall, clinging to you for dear life because he was the one responsible for keeping your body unharmed right now, his cheek resting against your hair and you admired his dedication to being close to you because there was no way your wet strings of hair against his skin were a nice feeling for him in the slightest.

“i love you”, your love murmured, so low that had anyone else been in the room, they wouldn’t have been able to hear it. this was your moment, and in a way it felt like this was your secret, too. of course people knew that the two of you loved each other, but exchanging those words so seriously felt private, not something to be broadcasted to the world.

“i love you too. you did really well, the flat is so pretty”, you praised him before giving his shoulder a kiss.

it wasn’t just flattery, either - everything was covered in fairy lights and cute little decorations that the two of you had either acquired together or brought along when you moved in together, and with the way he’d put it up it felt like home. being with him felt like home.

“you’re prettier”, and this was flattery because you knew your red face and dishevelled hair was far from your best look, so you told your boyfriend so.

“it’s true! i think you look so beautiful whenever you’re just… here. when you’re not trying to look pretty. when i can really see that you feel at home and comfortable. that’s when i fall in love even more.”

you didn’t know what to reply to that, and you weren’t even able to hug him or kiss him or show him in any other physical way how much you appreciated his words and how much you appreciated him, despite wanting to so badly. and due to this desire for showing him the affection you always held for him you asked him to unwrap you, something that took a lot of convincing him that you were no longer cold and a pouty whine of “i want to hold you, too” before mingi complied.

“i love you so much” was the first thing you told him once freed from the constricts of your blankets, arms around his neck as you pulled him down to your height, finally able to demand kisses yourself rather than having to wait for his mercy.

“i love you too”, he replied against your lips, staying in your current position for a little longer, foreheads resting against each other, before he lifted you back on top of his feet.

after another couple seconds during which mingi listened to the music softly playing in the background, taking in the soft sounds as he tapped on your back in an attempt to match the beat, he started moving, a step every second beat, slowly moving the two of you through your living room. he was holding on to you tightly, as were you holding on to him, remaining silent as you just enjoyed the moment, your lover dancing with you and making you feel like a princess even when you didn’t look the part. but who needed to look like a princess anyway when you had your boyfriend’s sweater and all the blankets he could find, and his endless love, too?

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Dark Era Chuuya and Dazai fighting over how to punish their darling after she tries to escape form the mafia? Thank you!

I might’ve worked under the assumption that the Reader-Insert used to be a hostage for the Port Mafia before being ‘taken in’, but... I just couldn’t resist. I love the boys and their abandonment issues.

TW: Mentions Of Injury, Mentions of Isolation/Starvation, and Mentions of Dehumanization

Your captors were always angry. You’d gotten used to it, as the days turned into weeks and those weeks became long, hope-crushing months, your position as a ‘rival hostage’ soon turning into an imprisonment you doubted Chuuya was as adamant on ending as he insisted. Dazai was another story, always as cheerful as he was clingy, but that persona would melt away the moment you called him a vulgar name or mentioned your ‘old life’, as they called it.

But, it was different, right now. They weren’t angry, or bitter, and you doubted either was making an effort to hide it.

No, they were furious, tonight.

Chuuya growled at the slightest movements, his knee digging harshly into your thigh as he kneeled over you. Usually, he would try to be gentle, speaking softly and constantly asking you if your chains were too tight, but he seemed to relish in your small, pained whimpers as metal cuffs threatened to cut off your circulation, keeping your wrists pinned against the bed’s headboard. You didn’t think this was your room, either, but it was hard to tell.

You would’ve thought Dazai was aiming to kill, if the amount of force he’d used while ‘retrieving’ you was anything to go by.

He was still huffy, crossing his arms as he let Chuuya do most of the work. You made an attempt to meet his eyes, to make yourself seem as fragile as you could, but doing anything was a strain. The back of your head hurt where his Desert Eagle had collided with your skull, and the rest of your body was far past sore, your jaw protesting it’s very existence from the hour or so you’d been gagged. But, Dazai didn’t seem sympathetic, only turning away from your buys for his affection. “Planning on wrapping this up, anytime soon?” He snapped, his impatience coming through clearly. Chuuya’s hands had fallen to your gag, toying with the cloth as he tried to find the knot, but he seemed to pause at Dazai’s words. “It shouldn’t be taking this long,” Dazai continued, slightly quieter than before. “Every passing minute only gives (Y/n) time to think of more excuses.”

“I’m working on it, alright?” Chuuya grunted, speaking through grit teeth. He handled the betrayal surprisingly well, remaining silent rather than saying something he’d regret. But the show he’d put on was only a distraction, at best. No amount of frowning and biting his tongue could trick you, not when you could feel his hands shaking as he jerked the rag down to your neck. “Maybe if you would help out and stop being so bitchy, we’d already be done.”

There was another huff, another averted glare, but Dazai took a step forward regardless. He was hesitant, and yet his gaze softened as he looked down at you, all bruised and battered and beaten. He’d been the cause for most of your injuries, ever so violent in his rage. Dazai didn’t move to help Chuuya, but he sat on the edge on your bed, supporting himself with one hand while the other cupped your cheek, his thumb pressing into a particularly nasty mark on your cheek.

“What’re we going to do with you?” His voice was significantly calmer, less emotional than it had been. Leaning into his palm was the obvious course of action, but the way he chuckled as you flinched didn’t make prolonged contact seem any more appealing than making another run for the exit. “You know we’re going to have to do something, don’t you, sweetheart? We can’t just let this kind of behavior go unchecked.”

You flexed your jaw before you opened your mouth, your throat probably too dry for you to say anything meaningful. “I… I’m sorry,” You settled on, catching Chuuya’s attention as well. “I didn’t mean to, I just get so scared when you’re not home. I wanted to look for you, but then I got lost, and I didn’t know-”

“Bullshit.” It almost surprised you, when Chuuya cut in, but the shock was shortlived. He’d made himself comfortable on your thighs, still towering over you while he positioned himself in your lap, the new-found height only making you more afraid of the scowl tugging at his lips. “We should break something, just for trying to lie. We can start with the legs, if you want.”

Dazai clicked his tongue, thinking over the suggestion and watching as you tensed up. There was a seriousness to Chuuya, a stone-cold honesty that made it clear his threats weren’t hollow. You were almost thankful when Dazai broke the silence, the panic half a second away from making your struggle start all-over. “That’s so cruel, Nakahara, you can’t really want to hurt our angel.” His fingers drummed against your skin, short nails scrapping at dried blood, and you wondered how far they’d go to out-do the other. “You don’t have an apartment, right? Clearly, we’ve spoiled them, and a few weeks spent in a cold, damp basement should help.”

“It’s not enough, they’ll just go back to being ungrateful when we give-in.” You hated it, how they could talk like you weren’t even there, but you didn’t think they cared. It’d never stopped them before. “It’ll only work if you stay strong. We wouldn’t be able to visit for a few days, and after that, they’ll have to ask nicely if they want something to eat-”

“Please,” You mumbled, the interruption near-instinctual. You didn’t want your legs to be broken, you didn’t want to be locked in a cellar, you didn’t want to be starved. Dazai’s nails clamped down around your cheek, nearly breaking the skin, but you couldn’ve taken the hint if you tried. “I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll… behave, I won’t try to run away again, I’ll do whatever you want me to!”

The two exchanged glances, expressions suddenly distant, apathetic. You wondered if you should go on, if you should beg, but luckily, Dazai started before you could. “(Y/n) doesn’t want to leave us…” He trailed off, a wide grin soon painted over his features. “How cute! We can’t leave now, baby, not when it’s so obvious why they’re trying to get out.”

Dazai was on Chuuya in a moment, clinging to his shoulders as he shook at the boy, but Chuuya never looked away from you. His eyes were intense, dark, but that smile scared you more than anything. “I don’t think we have to,” He mused, much to Dazai’s bliss. “Do you still have that leash? And that collar, the pink one? I’m sure they’d love some fresh air, but we can’t let them roam freely.”

There was an excited clap, frantic conversation and hastily made plans for their meeting, tomorrow, but you tuned it out quickly. You tried to tell yourself that this was better, than humiliation was better than injury, that their fucking kinks had to be more bearable than months of having to rely on your torturers for help, but…

But, you’d never been good at lying to yourself.

And you didn’t think you liked the idea of seeing what those monsters would do with a new pet, either.

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gguksgalaxy · 5 years

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Blue Kamikaze |PJM| Bottoms Up

When your friend Hoseok asks you to come stay at his parents lake house with him and his friends, you think you might finally get a change to confess your feelings for him. Nothing is less true. Someone catches you moping around the lake and leaves a blue drink with a mysterious note.

›› Bottoms Up Masterlist ›› Genre: Smut / Angst ›› Rating: 18+ (sexual content) ›› Pairing: PJM x Reader (JHS x Reader) ›› Word Count: 8.9k Warnings Include: Alcohol, broken heart, hoseok is a dick, hookup sex, fingering, handjob, marking, thigh-riding, riding, praise kink.

When Hoseok asked you to come and spend the weekend at his parents’ lake house, you were excited, you couldn’t wait. What you weren’t excited for was the fact that all of his friends were coming along. Not just his closest friends — no, all his friends. This meant that it’s just going to be one giant party that you’re not up for in the slightest. However, for Hoseok you’d do a lot of things.

Hoseok and you have been friends since the start of college and it’s truly been a wild ride. He is a bright presence in everyone’s life, but he’s got your heart in the palm of his hand. The only problem is that he doesn’t know.

You’ve been crushing on Hoseok for weeks now. It’s no secret to most that he’s not one to tie himself. However, it’s his friends that make you wonder whether it’s possible he might return your feelings. According to Namjoon, a high school friend of Hoseok, you’ve been the only girl he’s kept around this long. The only girl who he is like this with.

‘Like this’ is easily shown by the way he hugs you when you arrive at the lake house. Hoseok lifts you off the ground and gives you a little spin. He smiles, greeting you, light chestnut-coloured hair ruffled from setting everything up.

Right now, it’s morning and it’s just you and his closest friends with their extras. Jungkook and Seokjin arrived together, the youngest bringing his new girlfriend who looks a little lost as she enters the house. You can’t blame her. Hoseok’s friends do take a little to get used to, especially if they’re in a particularly wild mood. College-boy-stupid-wild that is.

Hoseok lets you up to your room. Compared to most people who will be camping out in the backyard, you and his friends will actually have a bed to sleep in. There’s definitely enough space for that.

“Are you excited?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe. The way he stands there, hands in the pockets of his skinny jeans, black shirt tucked in but loosely hanging around his shoulders. He looks so good and your mouth almost waters.

You have to get yourself together. Or just kiss him like you’ve been wanting to. “Yeah, I am!”

Hoseok smiles at you. You hold your breath when he steps over to you, coming particularly close to brush a strand of hair out of your face. “You look nice today.”

“I — Thank you?”

“You’re welcome, silly.”

You stand absolutely flabbergasted as he shows you around the room. Did he just say that you look nice? Did he just come that close to touch you? Is this what Namjoon meant? Could Hoseok be returning your feelings? “Hobi?” you ask right as he is about to leave.

He turns around at the sound of his nickname. “Yeah?”

The cut of his jeans is phenomenal, the way the material sits around his thighs and hips shouldn’t be allowed. Especially where the fabric is torn and you can clearly see the unblemished skin of his thigh. He’s sun-kissed, warm even if just visually. However, his eyes don’t roam as yours do, he just looks at you with questioning eyes. There’s no way he’s ever going to look at you like he looks at his other girls. That’s why you are different.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

Hoseok laughs. “It wouldn’t be a good getaway without you.”

You’re stopped by his words, uncertain of their underlying meaning. With him, the line of friends and lovers seem blurred. The way he touches you and talks to you, it makes your heart flutter. Undoubtedly, that is why your feelings developed so quickly.

Can anyone blame you? Hoseok is one of the most caring people you’ve ever met, and his love for physical affection only makes you want him more.

You sigh deeply. “Thanks, Hobi.”

Someone pops their head around the corner of the door; Jungkook. “Hey! Here you guys are. Eunwha and I are going for a swim in the lake before the party starts, you guys want to join?”

Hoseok turns away from you finding his friend, whose girlfriend stands behind him holding on to his hand with both of hers. “I have to stay here to welcome everyone, but I’ll join you guys tomorrow.”

Jungkook pouts but looks at you for an answer.

“Yeah, same, I’ll join tomorrow!” you say with a smile. The party starts in only a few hours and you really just want to get ready on time. Wet hair would not work in your favour.

“Okay! We’ll see you guys later!”

Hoseok nods. “Oh wait! Kook?”

“Yeah?”

“Has Jimin arrived yet? I thought he was driving with you guys?” Hoseok asks.

Park Jimin is another one of Hoseok’s close friends, jet black hair and a huge flirt — though, his heart of gold makes up for it. Jimin is well-loved amongst everyone. You included. He is very passionate about becoming a police officer, but it doesn’t stop him from always coming to hang out with his friends.

“Oh,” Jungkook frowns. “I thought he messaged you, he got caught up at the academy. He said he’ll be here tonight.”

“Okay, you guys have fun at the lake. Don’t swim too far in, it gets really deep!” Hoseok states, shooting his million-dollar smile.

You chuckle as you watch Jungkook leave, he’s pulling the poor girl along. He’s mentioned her a few times. As far as you know, she’s lucky. Jungkook is a sweet guy, he’ll take good care of her.

Hoseok laughs too. “I hope she’s going to be okay tonight.”

“Jungkook will make sure of it, don’t worry.” You open your bag on the bed, deciding on what to wear for tonight. “Does everyone have their own room?”

Your friend shakes his head. “No, Namjoon and Yoongi are sharing, and so are Taehyung and Jimin. Jungkook has his own room with Eunwha of course. So that leaves me, Seokjin and you with our own rooms. Oh, and there’s one spare room.”

“Spare room?”

The chuckle that leaves his lips says it all. “Yeah, in case someone wants to fuck, you know?”

You raise your eyebrows without intention, uncertain of what to say. “Oh.”

Hoseok gives you a knowing look, but you’re interrupted by a voice from downstairs.

“HOSEOK?! The delivery guys are here!” Namjoon yells.

“Duty calls! I’ll see you tonight, save me a dance.” Hoseok leans in and before you know it his lips brush over your cheek and you blush immediately. He’s gone before you can say anything, darting down the stairs.

You stand in your room, utterly stunned and unsure of what to do with yourself. He wants to dance with you tonight? He just kissed you — on the cheek, but it’s a kiss nonetheless. He has never done that before, not to you at least. Maybe Hoseok does feel different about you. But, it could just be his usual display of affection.

Without confessing your own feelings, you doubt he’d ever tell you his — if he feels anything for you. The only way out of this vicious, downwards spiral is for you to fess up. A dangerous gamble, but your heart can’t stand it any longer.

The thought of losing Hoseok is painful, yet the idea of staying this close to him without having him hurts more. The knowledge that he might never return your feelings lingers on the edge of your mind, and you know you will have to take the risk. However, you don’t want to ruin everything. If Hoseok doesn’t return your feelings, you’ll move on and leave it to be that way.

At the end of the day, you’re not just Hoseok’s friend. You‘re a part of a group and you wouldn’t want to lose that. Though, you’re not sure if Yoongi and Namjoon telling you about Hoseok’s flings was to protect him or to protect you.

Regardless, tonight will be the night you tell him.

The party is busier than you’d anticipated. There are people dancing inside the living room which you cleared out together. Tents are set up outside, alongside a massive barbecue providing everyone with food for the evening. Hoseok even hired bartenders for the night, pouring free drinks for everyone’s enjoyment. Or well, you assume everyone paid a small amount when entering. Though, Hoseok’s parents are loaded enough that you wouldn’t be surprised if they paid for most of it.

You find Namjoon by the bar, he orders you a beer. “Have you seen Hoseok?” you ask.

Namjoon frowns, scanning over the crowd. “Not recently, he disappeared as soon as the party started. You know him, he’ll show up again. Though, he was looking for you.”

Your heart skips a beat. “He was?”

“Yeah.”

You smooth down the material of your dark blue dress. It hugs your chest but flows down from the waist to hit mid-thigh. No straps, with your hair falling freely over your bare shoulders. Upstairs you’d seen Taehyung, who’d complimented you on your looks which made you a little more confident.

You thank Namjoon, moving into the crowd in hopes of finding Hoseok somewhere amongst it. It’s warm, and you quickly find yourself dancing with random people. You’re having fun when Seokjin finds you to plant a wet kiss on your temple that makes you slap his shoulder. He doesn’t say much, but it’s clear that he’s already intoxicated even though the evening has just started. Namjoon and Yoongi might have to drag him up the stairs later.

Speaking of them, Yoongi brings you another beer and asks you if you’re enjoying yourself. Out of all of them, you’ve probably had most interactions with Yoongi and Namjoon since they are Hoseok’s roommates. The former usually welcomes you, Namjoon prefers to study in the library.

“Yeah, have you seen Hoseok?” you ask him.

There's a slight change in Yoongi’s expression. “Uh, I think I saw him. Why?”

“Oh, Namjoon said he was looking for me. He promised to dance with me earlier. I just haven’t been able to find him yet.” You lean in close so Yoongi can hear you over the thumping of the bass.

He sighs, hand ghosting over your arm. “Last I seen him he was in the — oh, there he is.”

You follow Yoongi’s line of sight towards the open patio. Hoseok is easy to spot, for you at least. His hair is parted, revealing his forehead and sharp brows that make him look even more handsome. It’s hot when he wears his hair like this and —

“Y/N.” Yoongi pulls your arm, but it’s already too late.

The sinking of your heart hits harder than you expected it too. Hoseok pulls in a gorgeous girl, kissing her with his hands tangled in her hair. She leans into him and he basically shoves his tongue down the throat. You stand there and watch them for a few moments too long.

“Y/N,” Yoongi asks again, shaking your arm.

You swallow thickly, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. “I — I’m going to catch some air.”

Yoongi tries to stop you. “Hey, listen to me. I —“

“No, I need to go Yoongi. Leave me alone.” The harshness of your words completely surpasses you as you brush him off. He remains standing in the middle of the crowd as you practically run towards the backdoor.

Before you go, you look at Hoseok one more time. For all you care, him and that girl could be fucking on the stairs right now as he’s making out with her while pulling her along. You should’ve seen it coming.

Tears run down your cheeks as you kick off your too high heels in the grass. Nobody is here, you suppose it’s getting too cold now. You sniffle, not even bothering to dry your tears as you walk towards the lake. The breeze is nice, but it does nothing to ease the burning in your chest. It doesn’t help the sting of watching Hoseok make out with another girl.

Maybe you understand now, you think, why Yoongi and Namjoon tried to protect you before. Both of them must’ve known that you were crushing on their friend, and how stupid you were to think you had a chance with him. You never had a chance with Hoseok. A sob passes your lips and it scares you. You promised yourself this wouldn’t happen.

God, you knew this would happen. You knew you had no chance but you let his behaviour affect you and you’re stupid for it.

You sit down on the dock, letting your feet dangle in the cold water.

What a fucking joke. You’re out here moping, crying over a guy you will never have. A guy you shouldn’t have gone after in the first place, even if he might have been leading you on. Well…is it called leading you on if he’s not aware of your feelings? Not really, you guess.

A groan leaves your lips as you lie down on your back. Part of you knows this isn’t all your fault. It is his fault too. He hugged you, he said he wanted to dance with you, he kissed you.

Anger bubbles up after the initial sting of sadness, and you press your eyes closed as your fists tighten by your side. You can’t be the first girl who’s felt like this around him. No, there’s something about him that makes everyone want to be with him. You were no different.

You cover your eyes with your arm and lay in the cold for quite a long while, hoping that nobody finds you. Someone finding you post-crying on the dock would raise too many questions. And right now, you’re not up for lying about it. Yoongi knows, no doubt, but you just trust that he will keep his mouth shut at least. Or so you hope…

A small splash beside you catches your attention. It’s probably a bird or a fish, you think. That is until you hear another one. And then seconds later, when you don’t get up again, another.

You sit up with a groan, looking up at the beautiful night sky that twinkles above you.

When you turn around you don’t see anybody. You’re about to lie back down on the edge of the dock; that’s when you see what seems to be a glass standing at the beginning of the dock. You frown, entirely certain it wasn’t there when you came here. Someone must’ve put it there, though it seems suspiciously like the beginning of a horror movie that is going to end terribly for you.

Nobody is around, so you haul yourself up and go to investigate despite your slight fright. With shoes in hand, you reach the drink — alive nonetheless. It’s bright blue, a lime slice sitting around the rim. Again, you scan the forested area behind the house, but there doesn’t seem to be anybody near.

The drink is ice cold, glass slippery wet with condensation as you pick it up. That’s when you find the note laying beside it. The words scribbled on it make you snort.

“Why so blue?” — J

Was someone really trying to pick you up? Or was it a serial killer after all? Does it really matter? You can use the alcohol right now, so you take a sip of the mysterious drink. It’s sweet, tangy as it hits your tongue. In a good way, and you have to stop yourself from mindlessly downing it. Maybe you should go back to your room.

The thought of Hoseok fucking that girl upstairs makes you take another big sip. No, you’re not going to your room right now. The sheer idea of having to hear Hoseok fuck someone else makes you want to vomit.

It doesn’t surprise you that you finish the drink before you even get back into the house. The liquor buzzes lightly in your veins, but you’re nowhere near as drunk as you wish you could be right now. On to the bar it is.

Once there, you find Jimin. His black hair is falling messily over his forehead as he stirs his drink — his blue drink which is identical to yours.

He looks up, meeting your gaze from a few feet away and waving with a bright smile. Why your heart flutters, you don’t know, but you’re going to take it over the previous nasty feelings.

Jimin motions for you to come over, patting the stool beside you. You raise your eyebrows at him, but he insists. So you find yourself walking over to him, heels clicking on the hardwood floor as you wipe under your eyes — hopefully not making it apparent that you were crying outside just now.

“J?” you ask him.

He chuckles, twisting his body to face you as you sit down. “If I had put down Jimin, would you have shown up?”

You scoff. “I only came here for the drinks, excuse you.” A quick motion to the bartender gets you another one of the blue drinks.

“Well, it worked nonetheless.” Jimin takes a deep breath as you sip your drink. “Yoongi told me.”

He truly didn’t have to say that. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Listen to me.” Jimin touches your arm, and you find yourself turning to face him with a scowl. “In Yoongi’s defense, he was worried about you. I already knew you had a crush on Hoseok anyway.”

Your eyes widen. “What?!”

The look Jimin gives you is filled with pity and maybe a little amusement too. He leans in, thumb wiping away something on your cheekbone. “You didn’t make it very hard for us to figure out. He’s not worth your tears though.” Jimin’s eyes are warm as they scan your face.

You, on the other hand, sit frozen in your seat, legs crossed and knees between his slightly parted ones. When did he get so close? “You all know?”

“Yeah, we did.” Jimin continues before you can butt in. “I know, we should’ve said something sooner, which is why I’m telling you now. I would’ve told you ages ago if it wasn’t for Hoseok promising to do it over and over again and —“

“Hoseok knew?” You curse under your breath, rolling your eyes at your own stupidity.

Now Jimin is definitely looking at you with pity. “He doesn’t deserve you, Y/N. He’s been leading you on for weeks and he knows it.”

Your bottom lip trembles, fingers tightening around the glass. Hoseok knew you liked him — he knew and he still acted around you the way he did. He hugged you, invited you, kissed you.

“Hey,” Jimin says, touching your knee. “Are you going to be okay?”

The lump in your throat is hard to swallow. “Thank you, for telling me.”

You want to hug him, but you’re not sure how that will come across right now. Jimin and you only know each other through the others, you’ve never been one on one before. It might be the alcohol or the blatant heartache, but you notice how good Jimin looks. The full curve of his lips, his exquisitely sharp jawline, the way his eyes gently observe you.

“Honestly, you should thank Yoongi. I’m pretty sure he’s ready to deck Hoseok in the face when he wakes up. We all would’ve talked to you sooner if we knew Hoseok had been putting it off. I just —“ Jimin pauses with an exasperated breath. “This sucks, and I wish my apology would do anything for you, but I know it doesn’t. And—“

“Jimin,” you stop him in his rambling, and his eyes widen slightly. His hand lingers in his lap, and you give it a light squeeze. “Thank you, really. Not a lot of guys would tell on their friend like this. I appreciate it.”

Jimin carries himself with a gentle openness, he’s easy-going. Though, something about him has always been unattainable to you. He is gorgeous and you notice it more and more with each second. He exuded confidence and it’s hot.

You really need to stop your brain.

“My friend,” Jimin scoffs. “It’s that Hoseok and I go way back, or I would’ve fucking ripped him to shreds for treating you the way he did. I know that he has a good heart, but he knew and he should’ve — I need to stop talking about it don’t I?” he asks sheepishly, cheeks a little flushed. Running his hands through his hair is a nervous habit of his, you’ve picked up on it months ago. Yet, it doesn’t make it any less attractive when he does it.

You give him a small nod. “Yeah. Maybe I should just get myself a fucking ride home.” At least that way you wouldn’t have to look Hoseok in the eyes tomorrow. Or ever. A dark thought but right now you’re hovering in a dangerous place between anger, disgust, and sadness. You don’t know what you’ll do if you see him.

“Hey, come here,” Jimin ushers. He motions and you lean over to wrap your arms around his shoulders as he hugs you. “I know it’s hard, but don’t let this ruin your weekend any further. I promise that Yoongi will be discreet about it, and you don’t have to talk to Hoseok either.” He smooths his hand down your hair, a comforting gesture.

The weak laugh that passes your lips has him pulling away to look at you. “Jimin, my weekend has already been ruined.”

It startles you when he cups your cheeks in his hands, forcing you to look at him. “Hoseok is a dick, he doesn’t deserve anything you were willing to give him. You never have to look at him again if I’m concerned.

“He said he wanted to just be friends with you, and frankly if you want to withhold that from him nobody will question you. However, you came here to have fun, so at least have some fun before you spend the next week eating ice cream while watching reruns of Vampire Diaries.”

You cheeks heat up at his comment. “I’m not going to do that!”

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “You will, and you’re allowed to. But not tonight.” With determination, Jimin stands up from his stool and holds out his hands to you. “Come on, lets dance.”

“Jimin,” you start.

“No. No, Jimin. Let's have fun.”

There is no resisting the smile that he gives you, eyes turning into little crescents. Jimin has never been anything but nice to you, you should’ve crushed on him instead. Maybe you wouldn’t have found yourself in the situation you are now. Certainly, Jimin would’ve been honest with you. Plus, if it wasn’t for him, you’d still be moping around by the lake.

“Okay, okay.” You down your drink, setting it on the counter and taking his hands.

Jimin leads, and he does it well. There’s no hesitation in him as he pulls you along. He dances with you, twirling you around until you can’t stop laughing and he has to hold you up. It’s giddy, but it doesn’t stay so for long.

Within minutes you’re only thinking about the way Jimin’s hands trail down your sides. The thin dress making it easy to feel the way his fingers curl around your hips.

You step closer, almost chest-to-chest. Dancing with him comes easy when you follow his lead. The music thrums within him. There’s no doubt that he’s a dancer. It takes one roll of his chest against yours for you to realise how close you really are. You don’t care.

He sways his hips against yours, eyes narrowing slightly. Something about him changes — morphs — as he pulls you even closer. No space is left between you as you dance to the music. You’re almost grinding on him, and you throw your head back with a laugh.

Jimin dives in with a smile, nose trailing along the column of your throat but no further. He halts at the corner of your jaw, moving to hover over your ear. “Have I told you how good you look in this dress?” His voice is sultry, especially compared to his earlier, much sweeter, tone. It makes you shiver.

“Jimin,” you whisper. You can’t do this, you shouldn’t, but you want to. Nothing is stopping you from turning into him, nose touching his cheekbone.

He takes the incentive, turning his head and brushing his lips over yours. It’s a small touch, something that lights a spark in your chest. He is hesitant at first, sweet, as he captures your lips properly. Jimin tastes sugary, of lime of Blue Curaçao. True to your expectation, his lips are soft as they part yours.

You halt abruptly, as if realisation was pulling you by the collar.

He stops dead in his tracks, hands still on your waist. “Too far?”

Hesitation has your fingers trembling against his chest that rises and falls quickly. Jimin is warm, the feeling of his lips lingers on yours as you stare at him. You ask yourself why you kissed him — and why you stopped.

The truth is, you let him kiss you because you wanted him to. Because Jimin looks fucking amazing and you curse yourself for not noticing it sooner. You want him, you can’t resist.

Jimin’s hand is about to drop from your waist and you grab it. “No, not too far,” you breathe.

His brown eyes find yours, cheeks still flushed.

“No, I want you.” You put his hand back to your hip, tightening your other hand into the fabric of his thin, black t-shirt. “I want you to kiss me —“

Jimin shuts you up just like that, no hesitance this time. No, he kisses you firmly, lips almost bruising yours in the process. A small little sound bubbles up in the back of your throat. It’s needy, and you pull him closer. He sighs into you, chest moulding against yours like his mouth is. It’s as if you were made to fit together. How quickly you feel at ease in his embrace is insane.

There’s not a single fibre of shyness in his body now that he knows you want him. His hands grapple at you, fingers digging into your waist as he deepens the kiss. He does so with ease, groaning as your tongue meets his. Your arms circle around his neck, leaning up on your tippy-toes to get even closer to him. The soft tresses of his hair glide between your fingers as you wind your hand into it.

You break for air, kissing the corner of his mouth with a lazy smile and trailing down his jaw. The little kisses you pepper on his skin make him moan, a sound you can barely pick up over the raging music. Jimin’s skin is smooth and you trace your tongue over his pulse point. It causes him to tighten his hand into your hair, pulling it lightly when you bite down. Your chest swells with pride when he stutters.

Jimin, on the other hand, seems to have had enough for now. He guides you back up to his mouth, pressing harder this time. His tongue is more demanding, ravenous almost. Your head is tilted back, but he’s got you. The hand that is spread over your back is warm and so are you. Both of your breathing is exponentially picking up and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. God, you can’t get enough of this.

One of Jimin’s thighs slips between yours and you’re made aware of the fact that you’re still amongst a crowd of people are you are pushed into someone. Both of you startle, panting as your foreheads touch.

Jimin gives you a little mischievous smile, wiping his spit-slick bottom lip. You want to say something, but the words don’t make it past your kiss-bruised lips. All you want is to lean in again, to kiss him until that is all you can remember.

The way your stomach tightens as he cups both your cheeks in his hands and presses a firm kiss to your lips says enough. He breathes you in, resting his forehead against yours again with closed eyes. For a moment that is it. The world seems to still around you, only coming back into motion when his warm brown eyes settle upon yours again. They are framed by the faintest bit of liner that has smudged on the bottom. It makes him look all the more sultry.

“I know you said you wanted to kiss me,” he blurts out. “But I need to hear from you tha —“

“Fuck me,” you state before he can even finish his sentence.

Jimin’s eyes widen, an endearing sight, but not the one you want to see right now. No, right now you want him between your legs, preferably naked.

“Okay, let’s go.”

His hand finds yours again as he kisses you one more time, a lingering touch of his lips against yours that morphs into a smile on his end. The music makes it hard to discern but you could’ve sworn he chuckled a little.

Leading you through the crowd is easy, especially since you are both spurred on by the need to get upstairs as soon as possible. You watch Jimin move hurriedly, not missing the way his blue jeans tighten around his thighs. He seems way more sculpted than his clothing lets on — even his ass is nice.

The way up the stairs is a hard one, neither of you can wait to kiss until you reach the second floor. You find yourself standing two steps higher as you seek out his mouth. He moans and you reciprocate, hands sliding into his hair again. Now that you’re in a more secluded area, he seems to have grown bolder, a hand tracing down to firmly cup your ass.

He curses under his breath as you almost stumble down together. Though, it ends in laughter and the motivation to keep moving.

Once you’ve safely made it up the stairs and passed the locked door, Jimin presses you against the wall and slides his thigh between your easily parted legs. The material of his jeans is rough and your panties don’t do much to hide your arousal. You whine into his mouth and realise that you can feel the bare skin of his thigh like this from where it peeks through a tear in his jeans.

“You’re soaking,” he mumbles into your skin as he bites lightly on your earlobe. “I can feel it, fuck.” Jimin presses you higher up against the wall and bucks his hips into yours. You can clearly feel his half-hard dick pressing against your hip. Even it would be better if you both got naked, you can’t find it in yourself to move.

Rather, you find yourself grinding down onto his thigh in the middle of the hallway. You’re not even entirely certain whose room you are next to. No, all you do is moan as a ridge in his torn jeans nudges against your clit. He angles you differently, hands coming down to guide you up and down his thigh as if you were riding it.

“Jimin,” you gasp, closing your eyes tightly. The friction is delicious and you quickly find yourself in a delirious frenzy. You don’t want to stop, but you fear you‘re going to come too soon. “Jimin, fuck, stop.”

He halts, almost too quickly. There’s a frightened look in his eyes that were previously heavy-lidded. “Stop?”

“Let’s just find a room,” you pant.

He nods, no words needed. However, you both immediately notice the sock around the doorknob of his and Taehyung’s shared room. He curses — something he apparently does a lot — and scans down the hall.

You’re about to pull him towards your room when his eyes land on the door the further down the hall.

Hoseok’s room.

“Jimin!” you squeal as he pulls you into the direction of Hoseok’s room. “My room’s on the other side, let ’s just—“

He silences you with another kiss. “Oh please, he deserves it,” he grumbles against your lips. “It’s not like he’s sleeping there tonight.” Jimin points behind you, right where you notice light streaming from under the spare room’s door. You shiver.

It’s in this moment — as you stand in Jimin’s embrace, staring at the door where Hoseok is currently fucking a random girl — that you realise you haven’t thought about him since you started dancing with jimin. He hasn’t once crossed your mind and now that you do think about him you feel the slightest tremble itch back into your fingers.

All this time all you have thought about is Jimin. His full lips on yours, the way his cologne smells as you kiss down his neck. The sensation of his hands on your body and the sounds that spill from his mouth as you kiss him.

“Jimin,” you whisper, grabbing his hand and looking at him. “You know I’m not just doing this to forget about Hoseok right?”

He nods. “I know, come on.”

The certainty in his statement makes your heart jump with excitement. You won’t deny that sleeping with Jimin in Hoseok’s room feels wrong. But any small urge for vengeance you have left is satisfied as Jimin opens up the bedroom door. It’s massive, as is the bed that stands by the window.

Jimin pulls you inside, crashing his lips against yours and immediately sliding his hands under the hem of your dress. You make quick work of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head. It doesn’t take him long to locate the zipper on your dress, sliding it down and letting the material fall from your body.

He stops — looks at you in the dark lighting of the room as if you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen. “Fuck,” he murmurs under his breath. You’d have done the same upon seeing his toned chest and abs, but you’re too frozen by his gaze. He holds you, fingers coming up to trace along the seam of your bra ever so slightly. The moment is paused by his fixation, leaning down to kiss along your collarbone.

You have to steady yourself at his shoulders. As it turns out, Jimin is intending on making you his and making it known. You quiver in his hold as he sucks tiny little bruises on your neck and chest. By the time he’s done you’re a mess and his lips are swollen as they glide across your skin. Occasionally, his tongue follows his mouth, soothing over the bruises he made.

It takes him not even a second to get your bra off, snapping it open and letting it drop to the floor. He goes in to kiss down your breast but you stop him.

“Jimin, bed.” You place your hands on his chest, feeling his heart thump, and push him back towards the bad until he lets himself fall back onto it. As you stand at the foot of it, you admire him. He looks up at you with hooded eyes and you follow the dip of his chest down towards his v-lines that disappear into his jeans. You’ll have to make quick work of those.

So you crawl over him and he audibly holds his breath as you press the first kiss right into the centre of his chest. You trail down, slowly, making him groan more the further you go. Jimin seems sensitive, a valuable finding as you undo the buckle of his belt. Especially because you find that he is particularly sensitive right below his hips. There, he squirms almost as you kiss with each button that you undo.

You pull down his pants, discarding them onto the floor and crawling back up. Jimin pulls you further, kissing you with his hands in your hair as yours are steadied beside his head. He chuckles into your mouth, kissing you for all that it’s worth. It’s sloppy, but neither of you care as moans spill from either side. Jimin’s tongue trails yours, sucking it into his mouth and claiming it as his. The feeling makes you clench around nothing.

“Can I ride you?” you whisper into the kiss.

Jimin stops and stares at you for the millionth time that night. “You — are you sure?”

“Yeah.” You nod firmly, scooting down from where you were sat just above his lap with his dick nudging against your ass. Now, you find yourself resting on his thighs with your own parted, palm sliding over the outline of his cock which is still confined by his underwear. He throws his head back, lips parting in a silent moan as you stroke him. “So, can I?”

He doesn’t look at you but nods eagerly. His underwear is quickly discarded, landing somewhere behind you. The way his dick lays hard on his stomach makes your mouth water, and you would’ve sucked him off if it weren’t for the fact that you’re practically dripping through your panties by now.

“Oh fuck,” Jimin groans as you grab his shaft, fingers closing tightly around it for a few experimental tugs. He’s girthy and you know you’re going to feel it tomorrow — you want to. The sounds he makes as you slide your hand up and down his cock are divine, the strain of his throat a marvellous sight. Jimin’s eyes are closed tightly, the pull of your hand slicked by the precum that keeps collecting at the tip.

“Babe, you’re doing so good.”

Your thighs quiver at the praise, rhythm faltering and he notices, cracking open one eye to look at you with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” you ask

His lips tug up in a lazy smile and you let him pull you into his chest. “Do you like that? Being told you’re doing good? That I love the way you touch my cock?”

You whimper into his neck as he tickles his fingers down your spine. Truly, it’s not something you usually owe up to, but the way the praises fall from Jimin’s mouth is literally setting you on fire. If anything you’re too turned on to deny it. “I — yes.”

Jimin chuckles, fingers slipping past your underwear to collect your wetness. “You’re drenched. Get these off.” He lets the band snap back to your hip and you let out a little yelp.

They’re absolutely ruined when you slide them down your legs, now completely bare like him. Jimin’s reaching into the bedside table to fish out a condom and throw it onto the bed.

“Come here.” He motions as you slide back into his lap. Your spine straightens when he boldly cups you, middle and ring fingers slipping between your folds and teasing your entrance. You want to touch him, but at the first slide of his finger inside your sopping cunt you have to find purchase on his chest. He fingers you thoroughly, listening to your staccato moans and adding another digit. The stretch is slight but immediate and you know you’re going to need it.

He knows how to play you, it’s evident from the ecstasy you’re feeling. Jimin looks at you almost daringly as he fingers you with an increasing pace. By the time he adds the third fingers he’s forcefully grinding his palm into your clit.

You moan his name, nails scraping over his skin. “I’m gonna come.” Your thighs are flexing, stomach tightening with your impending orgasm. “Jimin.”

“You look so beautiful like this, with my fingers inside of you. Doing so good for me.” He coos almost, his other hand reaching up to cup your cheek and make you look at him. “Be a good girl and come for me.” It’s all you need to hear — the velvety sound of his praise is enough to send you over the edge.

You tremble on top of him, nails digging into his pecs as he slowly fucks you through your peak. He doesn’t still until you do, looking up at you with amazement. There’s a fondness in his eyes that makes your heart swell with want.

“Can I,” you start, still panting, “please ride you now?”

Jimin shifts up a little towards the headboard, pulling you with him. “You’re that eager huh?”

You nod, eyes still half-lidded as your state remains blissed out. “Please, I just want to feel you inside of me.”

Another curse falls from his lips, but he doesn’t argue with you. No doubt he wants the same thing. He finds the foil now hidden under the pillow, ripping it open and sliding the condom onto himself.

His fingers are enough to make you want to do this again. You’d have assumed a lot of things about Jimin, but that he was so skilled with his hands was not one of them. He certainly knows how to use them despite the others’ constant mocking about his small hands. And boy did he use them on you.

Now, you find yourself positioned above his cock as he holds himself. Your chest is tight with anticipation as you place your hand over his, his gaze focused on where he teases your folds. Impatient, you guide him to your entrance. You’re more than wet enough, but neither of you is prepared for the feeling of him finally slipping inside.

He stretches you out in the best way possible, you feel every inch as you slowly sink down onto him. Your hands are on his shoulders, his on your waist to guide you down. Jimin is hot, twitching inside of you as you bottom out with a groan. The fit is snug, you’re so full like this.

“You’re so tight, so warm, so good,” he rambles, his grip on your waist almost bruising.

The way you clench at the praise earns you a whine, and you do it again just to hear that sweet, high-pitched sound again. His lips are parted, swollen and inviting. So you kiss him, lips parted and tongues meeting immediately. Neither of you move, you just kiss as you sit with his cock pressing deep inside your walls.

Slowly, you start grinding down on him, both of you immediately moaning at the feeling. Grinding quickly turns into sliding yourself up and down until your bounding like it’s all you’ve ever wanted to do. Your thighs burn and Jimin helps you find a rhythm as he licks up the column of your neck.

The pleasure is ceaseless, it burns like fire in your veins. He sucks another bruise onto the swell of your breast, flicking your nipples and adding to your ever-growing arousal.

“Good girl,” Jimin praises when you slam yourself down on him particularly hard. “You’re doing so good bouncing up and down my dick, fuck.”

Sweat is dripping down your back, your thighs sliding over his as you fuck yourself down on him over and over again. His hair is stuck to his forehead, a delicious sight you wish you could capture forever. He looks gorgeous in the throes of pleasure, full bottom lip pulled between his teeth, eyes clenched shut.

“Jimin,” you moan, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Help me.”

He hums, pulling you into his chest and kissing your cheek. You lean up on your knees, so far only the tip of him remains inside of you. Then, he slams his hips up into you, right where you need him the most.

You scream in pleasure, so loudly it scares both of you.

He laughs out loud. “You gotta be good and keep it down a little, okay?”

Eager to please, you nod, kissing him to silence yourself as he starts picking up the pace again. If your screaming wasn’t any evidence of your activities, the lewd slapping of his hips against your ass is. Your slick is dripping down your thighs and you groan as he pounds into you.

The friction is delicious, and you start meeting him thrust for thrust as your breasts bounce up and down. Jimin opens his eyes again to look at you, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

“I’m close,” he breathes out, sentence punctuated by a moan.

“Me too, fuck.”

“Come for me, show me how good you’re feeling.” Jimin’s words aren’t a demand, but they might as well have been because it takes two more thrusts of him inside of you for you to shatter apart in his grasp.

You fall into his chest, hips failing to keep their steady grind as you come. The near-violent clenching of your cunt around his shaft are his undoing because he comes mere moments after you did, twitching inside of you and making you whine.

Both of you don’t move, incapable of doing anything else but lay in each other’s arms and bask in the pleasure for a solid few minutes. It's him who comes back to earth first, a laugh bubbling up in his throat.

“That was amazing,” he exclaims.

You meet eyes with him, still unable to form proper words. He knows how to kiss you; to pull you further into him and softly brush his lips over yours to make your toes curl. It’s a nice contrast, the gesture easing your raging heartbeat. You relax in his grasp and slowly lift up so he can slide out. Both of you hiss at the feeling, but you’re relieved to be able to roll onto your back now.

Every part of your body is going to hurt tomorrow, but it was worth it. You’re still blissed out even after Jimin returns from the ensuite bathroom to clean you up with a wet towel. He is gentle but efficient, and you let out a content sigh when he finally settles into the bed beside you. The sheets might be soiled, but so are both of you and there’s no thought of doing anything about it.

“Sleep?” he asks as you curl into his side.

“Yeah,” you yawn, closing your eyes as you wrap an arm over his stomach. “Sleep.”

You wake up confused, groaning into Jimin’s shoulder as you wrap yourself tighter around him.

“Good morning,” he chuckles at your exhausted form.

Last night you were right, your thighs are in agony from riding him. “No, bad morning.”

Jimin kisses the top of your head. “Muscle ache?”

“Hmm.” You nuzzle into his shoulder, realising the way your legs are intertwined beneath the sheets.

It’s truly a peaceful moment, waking up next to him as the sun shines through the slightly open window. It’s a realisation that sends everything crashing back down onto you, but to your own surprise, you find yourself laughing.

Jimin turns to look at you, leaning up on one elbow. “What?”

“We really fucked in Hoseok’s bed.”

Then, he joins your laughter. “We really did.”

No doubt, you feel the bruise from yesterday. What Hoseok did hurts, and you know you’re not ready to face him yet. But right now, you feel more anger towards him than anything else. You’d go downstairs and punch him in the face if you knew you could. Yet, you’d rather stay here with Jimin and enjoy him for as long as you possibly can.

For all you know, this was the first and last time between you.

“Hey,” you start.

“Hello you,” he returns with a snigger.

You roll your eyes, sitting up against the headboard with a pillow in your lap. “You know I didn’t have sex with you to forget about Hoseok right?” It’s true, he wasn’t on your mind at all. All you could think of was Jimin — he’s all you want to think of still. However, without the veils of pleasure and arousal, you have to face reality.

Jimin sits up beside you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “I know, you told me the same thing yesterday after you were grinding on my thigh in the hallway.”

You gasp. “Excuse me? All I remember is bouncing on your dick, thank you very much.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Are you sure? Because I certainly remember a praise kink and — oof.” He is ungracefully interrupted by you smacking him with the pillow.

“We don’t talk about that!”

“Okay, fine!” He holds up his hands in defense. Then you notice the red marks littered across his chest and shoulders and you blush. They’re so vivid against his lightly tanned skin that you’re not sure how he’s going to be hiding them the rest of the weekend. That is if he is intending on hiding them.

The door suddenly opens, stopping both of you mid-laughter as you stare frightened. To both of your relief it’s Yoongi who pops his head around the corner.

It’s very apparent from his scowl that he’s not pleased. “Really? In his bed?”

Jimin scoffs. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t just rip him a new one Yoongi.”

Yoongi purses his lips in annoyance. “I didn’t say he doesn’t deserve it. I’m just saying that it’s maybe a little overboard.” His eyes move from Jimin to you. “Do you want a ride home? I imagine you’re not going to be staying the entire weekend.”

It’s an offer you didn’t see coming, but you can understand that Yoongi wouldn’t want to be around Hoseok after confronting him about leading you on and lying to him about it. Though, you do really want to go home, even if Jimin will be here. You’re aware that you’re going to have to face Hoseok eventually, but it doesn’t have to be today. “Yeah, that’d be nice, thank you. Let me just get showered real quick.”

Yoongi nods and disappears as quickly as he came.

You get up from the bed, Jimin silently watching you as you move around the room to collect your clothes. “Jimin, would you mind going into my room and fetching my bag while I shower?”

He nods, slipping his boxers on and leaving you to shower quickly. It doesn’t seem to faze him, that he just slept with you after what happened yesterday. You’re not sure if it should faze him, or if it should faze you. You’re not even sure that it does. Having sex with Jimin was great. But even aside from that, Jimin was great and you find yourself smiling at the thought of him as you quickly rinse yourself off.

Jimin sits dressed on the bed when you come back into the bedroom. He looks up at you with a slight smile. “Clean?”

You hum an affirmative as you grab clean clothes from your bag. When dressed you take a better look at him. There’s something strangely innocent about him as he sits on the edge of the bed observing you. He’s wearing shorts and a white t-shirt that fits him nicely.

“Come here,” you whisper, pulling him up and kissing him. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asks, eyes wide with surprise. Jimin’s hair is fluffier, probably from last night, but it’s cute and you run your fingers through it to smooth it down.

You smile at him for what might be the first time — a sincere, wide smile. “For being honest with me.” Kiss. “For comforting me.” Another kiss alongside a brief pause in your speech as you gaze into his eyes. “For showing me that I’ve been crushing on the wrong guy this entire time.” A last, small kiss.

He blushes, a grin tugging at his lips in a teasing way. It’s followed by a firmer, deeper kiss. One that sweeps you off your feet and has your heart racing within seconds. It’s not fair that he already has this effect on you, but this kiss is different. The way he holds you against him is gentle but certain and you keen into him.

When he parts, you’re breathing is a little heavier and you stare at him in awe.

“You know what would really make you forget about Hoseok?”

“Well?”

“Go to dinner with me?”

His inquiry is so casual — as if it’s nothing, and you want to say yes as soon as the words leave his mouth. Yet, you know that there’s a better decision at this moment. “I think that it’s best for both of us if I take a few days off and set my feelings and thoughts straight before I think about going on a date with you.” You place your hands on his chest, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

“So now you are going to sit around moping with ice cream and Vampire Diaries reruns?” he jokes.

You playfully slap his chest. “Hey, I might as well take advantage of the situation and enjoy two of my favourite things. Though, I plan to skip most of the moping.”

“Okay,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

With both hands still on his chest, you give him one last kiss before you leave. “I’ll call you. Thank you, again.” It hurts to part with him on such undefined words, but you owe it to both of you to figure things out first.

He sends you off with a wink and a smile. “I’ll be waiting. Enjoy the ice cream.”

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twitchesandstitches · 3 years

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I like to imagine my character’s powers being detailed in a hypothetical RPG game mechanics (usually Exalted) and this is a good enough metaphor to describe my current basis for Tia’s power set, and potentially other beings like her, with a mind towards potential flexibility, her being able to assume whatever powers make sense for her themes, and in turn making those as limited as I want. The gist is that she, mechanically, could swap out her powers as a dramatic action in her downtime, and allowing more strict limits makes them more controllable, but having more powers taxes her in a way that makes her more prone to monstrous behavior.

This has two chief consequences; firstly, my tendency to rework a character for whatever’s most fun for me at the moment has actual, in-universe backing. The second is that this gives her great flexibility as a character; for example, she can be a wholesome heroine who passively drifts to places and solves problems, but depending on what’s going on with her power set, having too many installed can ALSO make her compelled to hypnotize or mind break anyone that she deems needing to be Helped, or as an accidental consequence of her overpowering might; people who get caught up in the tide have little choice but to be lost in its flow.

here’s how it works, below the cut!

Imagine that Tia has a resource, that she commits to install powers. And then, let’s say that her powers are not singular abilities (’Tia can do so and so’), but broader capabilities in the form of multiple skill trees that each cover some of the things she’s done in the past. Things like shapeshifting, devouring abilities, outright magical powers, energy attacks, crafting powers and general transformative abilities. By installing more of these powers, she can go from fairly limited abilities (such as ‘eat something and get stronger from it’, ‘infuse with power for modest strength boost’ or ‘craft something twice as fast as normal using only your bare hands or digestive tract’) to much more complex and powerful ones, at the cost of those abilities taking up more resource.

So, she could go from eating something to gain a minor strength boost or sustaining herself, to being able to transform her body based on what she eats; she could eat a spring and, for a duration, automatically transform any part of her body into a spring-like form that gives her greater power with it. And a more advanced power would being able to devour emotions or thoughts; what she could transform with THAT is up for debate.

The limitation of this, however, is her resource.

When she goes over a specific limit (set, perhaps, by how much she’s eaten recently; the more she eats, the higher quality it is, the more resource she gets, thus motivating her to seek out better prey), though, she suffers strain on herself. Now imagine a ten dot track meter, perhaps called Dissonance; this measures how much disruption to her stabilized mindset she suffers. It is normally at zero, indicating her form or mind isn’t out of control at all. But as she invests more resource past a safe limit, she gains a point of Dissonance. For every point in dissonance, I would say that she suffers a compulsion or a supernatural consequence.

These compulsions are related to her powers, and generally involve her being compelled to do certain things with them. For instance, if she has powers related to being so hypnotically beautiful or charismatic that she can awe others into viewing her as a divine figure, she is compelled to do so under certain circumstances (Such as ‘whenever possible’). Or if she has hypnosis powers, to employ them whenever someone disagrees or does not immediately comply with her; the more extreme the compulsion, the more points of Dissonance it will cover, and thus allow her powers to be stronger.

This can also account for her more extreme lust depictions; a common dissonant compulsion for her could be the need to constantly have sex with anything she possibly can, whenever a possibility presents itself, or be treated as devouring something for the purpose of her powers that require such.

In short, this gives a mechanism for her contradictory personality depictions; on the one hand, there’s the way she NORMALLY works. On the other hand, with high dissonance, she can gradually start behaving in less socially acceptable, more outright monstrous ways. For example, an establsihed trait is that she prefers not to kill or hurt people. With the right Dissonance trait, though, she may become horrifically violent and savage, relishing the crushing of bone and spilling of blood, seeking out things to kill or smash, or violently reacting to the slightest offense or insult. (With low Dissonance levels, she can resist the impulse if it is clear that there was no offense meant. At high levels, she might level cities because something bumped into her.)

Two schools of thought here: one, she automatically has specific personality quirks or obsessions that come into play as her dissonance rises. Two, she may elect to pick which ones apply. It is assumed the second one is the default!

It is assumed that her powers are the basis for her compulsions, and that they generally come in three flavors of monstrosity: Lust, Violence and Hunger. Lust is probably associated with social-enhancing powers, or ones that directly affect minds in some respect. Violence related to her needing to smash, crush or go RIP AND TEAR, and is influenced by powers that make her more effective at doing so. and Hunger, influenced by powers that relate to her eating things, makes her increasingly more obsessed with devouring anything in sight.

Note that while Tia’s personality may drastically change, so much so that she is unrecognizable, her basic motivations are not. She may still act in a benign way, but her mannerisms become more monstrous. Even at her most violent, she is well intentioned, though she may not be mentally capable of articulating herself or understanding WHY she wants to protect others. Her most lustful is still based on a desire to make others feel good and care for them, in her way.

A possible exception; extremely high levels of Dissonance can measure her completely breaking down and succumbing to her most base instincts, with conflicting personality fragments and mutually contradicting desires rendering her unable to think straight. in this case, she acts purely on instinct, ruled by her most basic drives and desires: a true monster and, with the power available to her, a horrendously powerful one. This makes her the Thing That Cannot Die, the horror that brave men weep to encounter.

(That said, it is tremendously cathartic. She may be required to enter this primal state for a brief period every so often to relieve the stress of fumbling with mortal thought that comes so hard to her.)

The other possibility is that her Dissonant points can be ‘bought off’ by taking on supernatural weaknesses; suffering intense pains when hearing noises produced by specific materials (bells made of silver or gold), needing to stay within a certain distance of bodies of water or needing to be immersed in water a certain amounts of time a day before suffering rapid power loss, extreme vulnerability to electricity and fire that her defensive powers cannot protect against. This also allows her to be VERY powerful while having serious weaknesses.

This can even lead to responses such as unnatural fear from her for people that do not personally know her, causing them to instinctively reject her, in a manner similar to the Disquiet phenomenon of Promethean: The Created. In short, those within a certain radius will sense her and begin to experience feelings of horror, mistrust, escalating to fear and irrational hatred that they are forced to act upon. (Alternatively, this can be manifested as overpowering lust, obsession, and worship, afflicting entire countries at once; she can cause total societal breakdown and civil wars without realizing it.)

It is important to note that Dissonance is probably NOT an in-universe thing... so far. This is essentially a mechanic to measure/justify her getting increasingly more weird and monstrous; people might get a weird feeling coming from her, or even close allies feeling irrational fear or horror when she is nearby, but this is a consequence of her eldritch nature being less masked; Dissonance is a measure of her mortal pretensions coming frayed.

That said, dissonance being a thing all eldritch beings like her deal with would be neat!)

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candyheartharry · 4 years

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Go Your Own Way - Part 2

Guess what’s back! Part 1 to Go Your Own Way can be found here, ((which as stated previously is based off a tweet I once say for a Mamma Mia!-esque movie using Fleetwood Mac songs and starring Harry)) this one is the playlist for the series, and once again please let me know what you think!!! The word count for this part is just a little over 3k and once again here’s a brief summary of the series 💕The film of the same name stars Harry as our lead, who on screen is the frontman of an up and coming band called The Silk Roses in the mid-70′s, while our female lead (who also wrote and directed the film) plays his not-so-obvious love interest when she joins the band singing background vocals at the suggestion of the band’s guitarist who met her through her brother. During the day she manages the record shop her father had started, while her brother runs a recording studio out of the back where The Silk Roses recorded their early demos. Off camera, Harry and the main character have become close friends, and sometimes acting as someone’s love interest can be hard to drop when the cameras aren’t rolling.

“You really don’t have to go out of your way like this just for me,” she tried to plead with Harry in the kitchen of his New York City apartment, perched on a chair at the island while he tapped away on his phone, sending a few last minute emails to try to work a little Harry Styles magic before the movie premiere later that evening.

“It’s seriously the least I could do, and it’s not even going out of my way! Look at me! I’m in my own kitchen! I’m wearing slippers!” he replied dramatically gesturing to his feet, where he was indeed wearing a pair of soft pink slippers to accompany his silk robe, grey sweatpants, and white t-shirt ensemble. She may or may not be wearing a similar ensemble, since she may or may not be wearing his clothes after having may or may not have fallen asleep on his couch the night before after they went back to his place after going out to dinner.

They had gotten a little carried away with one of their never ending conversations they were so good at getting lost in while sitting on the floor of his living room and doing a puzzle on his coffee table, and suddenly it was two a.m. and she found herself fighting to stay awake on the couch while he was sat opposite of her, their legs stretched out to meet in the middle, even though his were nearly too long to do so comfortably.

At least, she had fallen asleep the night before on the couch, but when she woke to sunlight coming through the window, she realized she was suddenly in a bed in Harry’s guest room, which he must have carried her to at one point while she was asleep.

Now, with just about ten hours before the movie premiere, Harry was sending emails back and forth with Radio City Music Hall’s head of events staff to see if they would be able to book an extra lounge room space at the venue to set up a small stage and perform a few songs from the movie since he now knew for sure that Mick Fleetwood and both Christine and John McVie would be able to come.

“I personally think it would be pretty fucking cool if we got to sing with them, plus I know they’d love it. Mick was actually under the impression there’d be some sort of performance going on during the after party in the first place, so I can promise you, this is seriously not any trouble at all, just please let me do this for you and also because I want to for me, too,” Harry replied after he put his phone down, placing his hands on the counter and leaning across to her just a little closer.

She knows there’s no stopping him once his mind is made up, especially when he thinks it’s over something nice. She really thinks all this is to make up for not hearing back from Stevie, even though other members of the band can come, it looks like she’d be stuck with prior commitments that kept her in Los Angeles for the time being. To avoid getting her heart broken over Stevie not coming, she decided to change the subject, hoping the next topic won’t break her heart either.

“So have you got a date for the evening?” she asked before she took a sip of her orange juice he had set out with their breakfast, knowing it’s best to be prepared to expect him showing up with someone rather than be caught off guard by it when she sees someone she doesn’t know on his arm later on in the night. He shrugged and took a sip of some juice concoction he blended a little earlier before he replies. “Depends on if she says yes or not, we’ll see.”

Although she was the one who asked in the first place, it still made her a little jealous. She never meant to get a little possessive over her costar, after all they had only met because of the movie, it wasn’t as if they were friends beforehand. Admittedly, she catches feelings much too fast, so she knew it was a dangerous game to play Harry’s love interest in a film and expect to not have some sort of fraction of feelings for him. Was she really just expected to act as if she loved and cared about him, and then just go back to normal life? Maybe a trained actress could do the same, sure, but she was both a writer and hopeless romantic. With Harry she couldn’t really tell if it was a proper crush, or she was just jealous that some of the affection she had seen he was capable of were reserved for someone who wasn’t her. Either way, she tried to collect her thoughts and think of something to say while she spread more strawberry jam on a slice of toast, but luckily he kept the conversation going so that she didn’t have to.

“So we’ll have to come up with a set list I suppose, probably good to have a few options and then see what John, Mick, and Christine are up for. I was thinking we could do Sara, obviously The Chain, I Don’t Want To Know, and Dreams if those are good with you?” He took the time to add a little more strawberry cream cheese to his own bagel as he asked the question, to which she nodded and hummed a response around a mouthful of toast.

“Just might have a surprise for you later by the way,” he continued smugly, adding just the slightest shimmy of his hips over the delight that he knew something she didn’t, and also over the delight of knowing how much she hated knowing about surprises. She replied with an exasperated groan just as he knew she would, “Couldn’t you have just surprised me instead of telling me you’re going to surprise me?! Wouldn’t that have made so much more sense?!”

“Might’ve made sense, but wouldn’t have been any fun for me, now would it?” he teased with a smirk, to which she rolled her eyes and wanted to kick him in the knees. “Anyways, I’d better get going, I should start getting ready soon. Thank you for breakfast and letting me sleep in your guest room. I’ll be there early to do a couple red carpet interviews, since I ya know, wrote it and starred in it and all, so I’ll see you once you get there, I guess,” she replied as she took her dishes to the sink to clean up.

“Oooh, look at you Miss Triple Threat, are you nervous?” he said with a playful bump of his hip against hers while he rinsed his own dishes in the sink next to her. He had noticed she had been fidgety all morning, and assumed it was nerves starting to get to her. “I should be fine once I get into the swing of things. I’ll feel better once I’ve got other people with me and the rest of the cast is there, so please come find me once you get there so I don’t have to be by myself too long,” she admitted, resting her hip against the counter once she turned to face him.

“You’re going to do amazing, you’ll hardly even notice when I’m not there. I’ll come find you first chance I get, I promise. Want me to go ahead and call you a car?” he offered as he wrapped one arm around her shoulders to give her a reassuring hug, placing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. She nodded a yes even though she didn’t really want to leave, resting her cheek on his shoulder as he soothingly rubbed her back.

The two of them remained there like that for a moment by the counter, before he then picked up his phone off the counter behind them to call for her ride, sending a quick text to his driver before sliding his phone in his pocket and wrapping his now free hand around her to hold her a little tighter. “I’ll be fine once I’m there, I don’t know what I’m so nervous for ahead of time,” she confided in him, knowing she would feel more comfortable by his side in front of all the cameras and lights like she does right now in the peacefulness of his kitchen. He was a seasoned professional, and while she knew what to expect, she would have a significantly larger amount of attention on her this evening than she was used to. Sure, she’d been to premieres for projects she had written or directed or even acted in before, but this particular project had felt almost like her baby, and while she was extremely proud of it, she really just wanted everyone else to love it as much as she did.

“I wish I could just sleep in your guest room all day until it’s time to go, I don’t want to be awake and be nervous, I just want to get this started, the wait is going to drive me insane,” she rambled, still pressed tightly to his chest as he continued to rub her back. He pulled back a little for second and looked down at her with a confused look on his face. “My guest room?” he inquired, resulting in her expression matching his, but suddenly a wave of realization hit her, and she gently shoved his arm over what she thinks she’s come to the conclusion that he had done.

“Harry, stop it, did you let me kick you out of your own room so I could sleep in your bed? Tell me that I woke up in your guest room,” she continued. He held onto her a little tighter as she tried to squirm away, making her even more flustered at his kindness towards her.

“Please, you think I’d elect to sleep on my couch when I’ve got a movie premiere the next morning?” he teased. “You didn’t kick me in your sleep and you never snored, but you did try to hold my hand and your fingers were really cold. You just seemed so exhausted so I couldn’t just leave you on the couch. Best blankets are on my bed,” he shrugged like it was no big deal, although to her it was a Very Big Deal and she probably wouldn’t stop thinking about it and kicking herself for having a chance to share a bed with her attractive costar that she couldn’t tell if she had a crush on and not remember anything about it because she was asleep. They had taken naps on set together wherever they had a spot to fall asleep during late night shoots so sleeping near him wasn’t the problem, it was the idea of being in his bed in his room, and not even realizing it. “Harry Styles, you are entirely too much.”

A notification buzzed on his phone, which he retrieved from his pocket to read, letting her know his car is waiting for her whenever she was ready to leave for her own hotel room she had reserved nearby. She took a moment to collect her things from the night before, slipping back into his bedroom to change into her own clothes again. Earlier when he was trying to convince her to spend time with him before the premiere once they both were in New York she had teased him that there were bound to be more rumors they were dating, and now here she was about to leave his apartment in the same clothes she had worn the night before. Even though she knew it was extremely unlikely that anyone would see her leaving, she still personally hated the idea of what people might think, so once she was half dressed in her own clothes and still wearing his shirt he offered for her to sleep in, she called out to him in the hallway. “Harry, I’m going to steal your shirt for the day, I’ll give it back later, okay?”

He appeared at the other end of the hall from the kitchen, his hands shoved in the pockets of his robe. “Just a couple weeks ago you didn’t want to go to dinner with me because you were worried people would think we were together, now you want to leave my apartment wearing my clothes?” he teased.

“Look, it’s either I leave wearing your clothes, or I leave in the clothes I wore the night before, and honestly, I’m not fond of either option! Plus if I take just a white shirt, it could belong to literally anybody so I should be fine.”

“What, you don’t want to wear a tour shirt with my face on it to give people something to talk about at the premiere tonight?” he replied with a smirk, making her once again roll her eyes as she leaned against the doorframe.

“No, Harry, I really do not,” she replied, trying to sound annoyed even though she couldn’t help but smile. She turned away to walk back into his bedroom before he had the chance to think of another reply, going to fold the pants he loaned to her to sleep in and placing the folded pair on the foot of his bed. Now that she knew it was actually his room and not just his spare guest bedroom, she didn’t know how she could’ve made the mistake in the first place. Personal touches of him were all over if you looked in the right place. A jewelry box with his collection of rings was on top of his dresser, there were a total of three different vanilla cashmere candles in different places around the room, and a small assortment of journals and novels were lined up along the shelf at the bottom of the nightstand by the bed. In the corner of the room a jacket was thrown over a chair, one she recognized from a memory long ago when she first met him in a studio in London when he came in for his very first audition. She hadn’t seen that specific jacket in ages, and it took her a moment for the memory to come back to her, but once she placed where she recognized it from, she was instantly taken back to a rainy afternoon sitting at a table with a casting director when she saw Harry walk in for the first time and introduce himself.

When his agent had been in touch to express his interest in her film, she had been floored to say the least. She knew she had to be objective, and judge his audition the same as anyone else’s, but she would’ve been lying if she were to say Harry wasn’t her first choice before even seeing him read for the role. If she really had to think about it, and narrow it down to one specific moment that made her thoughts and feelings towards him begin to blur the lines of professional and attracted to him, it was likely the moment he walked into the room and shook everyone’s hands at his audition. Something about taking his hand and meeting his eyes for that very first moment drew her in, she knew being professional might be challenging, which she now knew for sure how challenging that would be.

Something about seeing that jacket from that very first time she met him had triggered another realization in her as well. Something about it made her realize how long ago that day really was and how far this project had come along, making her also very sad that this was almost all over. This project she had been working for years on was about to belong to not just her anymore, but the whole world. It was a special moment when it first belonged to the cast and crew as well, but finally having it out in the world seemed very surreal and bittersweet.

“Snooping through my things?” Her thoughts were interrupted by Harry showing up in the doorway, leaning against the frame very similar to how she had been just a few moments before.

“Do you ever get a little sad when you release music?” she asked once she turned around to face him after she heard his voice.

“I don’t really know if I would say sad, but it is kind of intimidating I would say,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

“It kind of just hit me that this project won’t be just mine anymore after this, and really it hasn’t been just mine for a long time, and I don’t know, it just made me kind of sad, I guess,” she shrugged herself, shaking her head in attempts to clear her thoughts. She collected her things after glancing around the room to make sure she wasn’t leaving anything behind and met him in the doorway.

He walked her down the hall and took the elevator with her down to the garage, opening the car door for her with a quick kiss to her cheek before she slid inside. “I’ll come find you later, you’re going to be just fine. We’ll have a moment to rehearse before we perform with the band later tonight, I’ve got it squared away so I’ll just pull you away from your adoring fans so we can get ready to sing for them. Sound good?” he asked, to which she nodded a yes before he gave her hand a quick squeeze and closed the car door.

When he started to walk back towards the elevators she rolled down the window and called out to get his attention. “Don’t think I forgot about whatever surprise you just couldn’t wait to tell me about! It better be good!”

He smiled and gave a quick wave as the car starts to pull away. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna love it!” Harry was quite good at pulling strings, and she was about to find out just how good at it he could be.

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