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sweatervest-obsessed · 2 months

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okay so i'm thinking post!prison reid and reader break up bc he's not ready to be in a relationship after everything that happened in prison. they just don't get back together bc when spence is finally ready it's been a while and they both think it's too late and no one makes a move and they remain as friends UNTIL jj's love confession brings some feelings back onto the surface - reader finds out about it and (cue jeid and their weird, longing glances🥲) has a whole it's all really over moment and then there's distance between her and spencer until there's a confrontation about it and BAM a love confession and second chances😁😁

THIS IS SUCH A MESS but i hope you get my point</33

Um yeah so, absolutely. Some angst for you indeed. I love a convoluted and angsty fight, especially whenever someone is arguing in circles with someone else because they're both just so passionate but angry, anyways, heheh, enjoy!!

WC: 1.5k

TW: Arguing, mentions of violence, mentions of prison, mentions of guns, honestly if you watched CM then that is your TW.

“I just want to know why you’ve been so distant lately. I mean, this is the first time I’m speaking with you one on one in over a week, and it’s because I manage to catch you in the office at nine fucking pm Y/n.”

"So what do you want me to say, Spence? What could I possibly have to say to you? I'm pretty sure Jennifer said everything there is to say."

This caused Spencer to lose all of the oxygen in his body. It froze up. You weren’t supposed to know what JJ had said, no one was supposed to know what JJ had said.

You and Spencer were in the bullpen of the BAU. Luckily for both of you, since it was so late, no one else was there. Neither of you were extremely public when it came to your relationship, which meant neither of you would have chosen to have this conversation fight in a public place, but no one else was around.

I want you to say something you're afraid to say. Something you'd never tell anybody. And you better make it good. Cause if it's not, it's going to be the last thing you ever say. What's it gonna be?

“How did you know about that?” He whispered.

“JJ asked Garcia to go through the footage, apparently she wanted to make sure no one could ever access the audio from it.”

"Y/n I--" Spencer closed his eyes, his jaw set. He didn’t even know what to say at this point. You had both clearly made up your minds about this, yet neither of you wanted to see the carnage, the outcome of it all. So, instead, you chose to stand in the middle of the bullpen, fighting against one another.

Fighting for one another.

"I just don't understand why you're so upset about this."

“Spencer–you didn’t even tell me about it, I had to find out about it from Penelope, and who knows who else she told. You were afraid to tell me, yet that giant genius brain of yours can’t, oh I don't know, comprehend just a teeny tiny little bit why this makes me upset?" For the millionth time this evening, you scoffed.

Something you would never say aloud, not even to your partner. Your deepest, darkest secret. Impress me, or I'll kill him.

"Y/n--"

Spence, I've always loved you. I was just too scared to say it before, and now things are really just too complicated to say it now. I'm sorry, but you should know.

"Fuck Spencer I have been in love with you since I first fucking joined this team." You gasped out. The air around your head got thinner and felt dizzying like you were floating through the air now that this was off your chest. "And I loved you when you asked me on a date. I loved you through Emily's death. I loved you when you asked me to move in with you. I loved you through when Morgan left the team. I loved you through Hotch leaving. I loved you through fucking Cat Adams. I loved you even after I came home one night and you were making out with her against our fucking door. I loved you through every single case and every single flaw. I loved you when you fucking relapsed a few years ago. I even loved you when you went MIA for weeks and then found out you were in a fucking Prison. And I still fucking love you now. But, instead of being together, you asked for a break."

"That's not fair..." He whispered.

"What? Respecting you and your boundaries? Knowing that you needed time to readjust after you had been released, and believing in your promise that once you felt ready to try a relationship again you'd come to me and talk to me about it? And then watching as you fall for JJ all fucking over again? With your stupid fucking glances. This isn't a goddamn tv show Reid, I can see when you both stare at one another across the room, I can see it."

"We don't.."

"You do. You both do. And then, you tell me that Jennifer fucking Jareau is willing to make her last words the fact that she has always loved you and has always been in love with you, and you---" Your voice froze, the sound cutting out. You looked straight at Spencer, not caring about the tears running down your cheeks. You watched as his hand twitched up. When the two of you were dating, Spencer used to wipe away every single of your tears. But now he wouldn't even lift his hand.

"I--what."

You took another breath, trying to calm down, and really think through your words. "This woman who has been your best friend for over a decade just fucking confessed her love for you, in a life-or-death situation, and you're telling me, that she just fucking made it up, pulled it out of her ass, or at least is telling you that she did and now the two of you are going to act like everything is normal and okay?"

"Y/n..."

"You were in love with her for years Spencer. And now, all of a sudden she confesses her love to you, and that changes nothing?"

"No, Y/n, it doesn't. It changes nothing. Does it hurt a bit? Yes. Does it change the fact that I love you? No." Spencer was trying to keep his voice level, hoping you'll continue to match his volume since he didn't want anyone to potentially stumble by and hear your argument. His hand reached for your wrist, but you couldn't bear to feel his skin against yours.

This caused you to let out a water laugh, tears sliding into your mouth, ugly but pouring down your cheeks. A waterfall of grief in all of its rawest forms.

"You still love me."

"Why-Why is that funny."

"I have been waiting to hear those words since you walked out of that fucking prison and the first time I hear it in years, it's because you're trying to justify loving someone else."

"That's not true."

Make it a million and one, you scoffed.

"I have loved you since the moment you first walked through those doors. You were in a pale blue pair of pants, and a black sweater--I remember it because Emily complimented the pants. I spend my whole life loving you and manage to never fully give you every single piece of love I have because there's simply not enough time in the world. I would kill for you. I would go to prison all over again if it meant you would be okay in this world." Spencer ran a hand through his hair, his voice strained. But his eyes never left yours. "Last week, when that unsub had his gun against your head, I fired before he even spoke, not because I assessed it was the right time or whatever fucking excuse I gave to Emily. I fired that bullet because if you died in front of me, I'd......The only thing I was thinking about the entire fucking time JJ and I were stuck in that room was how the fuck I was going to be able to tell you I love you one last time because I wasn't fucking smart enough to take my chance and say it to you every single day."

Your chest was heaving, but you didn't move towards him. It didn't feel right, it didn't feel real.

Spencer was able to take your hand in his, enclosing it between both of his, trying to get you to look at him. "I should have told you the moment I was ready to try a relationship again, but I thought you...I thought you had moved on because I wasn't worth waiting for."

This caused you to laugh again, eyes red from crying. "Don't fucking start with that shit Spencer.''

"I'm telling the god's honest truth."

"I waited for you throughout all of Prison. I waited for you through Maeve. I am still pathetically standing right fucking in front of you, waiting for you to hopefully realize that you still love me."

He kissed your hand. "And I don't deserve you at all for it."

"Do you still love her?"

"Y/n."

"Answer the question, Spencer. Or I'm done. I-I can't do this any longer, watching you....the way she looks at you just--"

Spencer pulled you into his arms, enclosing your body in his arms and kissing the side of your head. "I have always, and will always, love you Y/n Y/l/n. And I want to spend the rest of our lives proving to you that I would choose you, I want you, over and over again."

“That’s not an answer Spencer.” You whispered, rigid in his arms.

“I-I.” He closed his eyes. “I did. And I still do love her, but not like that. I haven’t been i-in love with her since the moment you walked through those doors.”

Spencer felt the weight of your head against his shoulder as you finally conceded and hugged him back, tightly. “Let's go home.” He muttered into your head, waiting patiently for you to hum in agreement.

Neither of you moved though. You both stood there, locked eternally in the other’s embrace, enjoying the peace you felt for the moment, even though tomorrow was a new day, where you would have to sort through how you really felt about all of this.

But tonight, you stood with your arms around your love, forever.

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larueluvr · 3 months

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Hands off

Clarisse La Rue x Fem! daughter of demeter!reader

Warnings: Sexual harassment, some gross boy, unwanted touch, swearing, some fluff near the end, petnames, established relationship between Clarisse and read- implied to have been dating for a while, I think thats all but let me know if I missed anything :)

Apologies in advance to anybody named Jackson 🙏🏼

It's pretty short cause this is my first time writing in Tumblr

You and Clarisse had a perfect contrast of personalities. You were know as the counselor of the Demeter cabin: kind, collected, and gentle. Clarisse, on the other hand, was regarded by several campers as temperamental and mean. She'd never been like that with you, though. Sure you'd seen that side of her in some situations, but it'd never been directed at you. To her, you were an angel. A queen. And she'd rather every person in that camp think of her as some aggressive bully before she'd ever let anyone treat you otherwise.

You and Clarisse had met up for the camp bonfire not long ago: maybe 30 minutes or so before she'd been asked by a younger camper of Ares cabin for some help, begrudgingly leaving the space beside you empty and promising to be back quick.

After a few minutes by yourself, you heard footsteps trailing up behind you. The person stepped over the log you were sat on and you turned your head to see a boy you weren't sure you'd met before sitting a bit too close for your comfort. He was tall, decently bigger than you, with muscles and long-ish wavy brown hair which you honestly doubted had been washed in a few days.

"Jackson. Cabin 12" he introduced himself. Dionysus. You figured that explained the smirk of false confidence he wore as he rested a hand on your knee. "Im-" "I know who you are" he cuts you off. Your face contorted into a strange mix of a frown and grimace. "You're y/n. I've had my eye on you." His smile as he says this seemed as though it were meant to charm you, though that paired with what he said only gave you an uneasy feeling as you lifted his hand off your knee and promptly dropped it.

"Actually I was gonna say I'm seeing someone" you reply shortly. He chuckles, less humor to it though as it seems more mocking than anything, moving his hand back to your knee with more force to it this time, and his other taking your hand in his. "And I'm sure that 'someone' couldn't possibly make you feel as good as I can."

"She actually-" him cutting you off was starting to seriously piss you off, as well as this frankly disgusting hand placement. "She? Oh you're way too pretty to be gay, princess. Maybe you just need the right guy. Y'know, if you gave me a chance I could be that for you." You made another attempt to pull your hand from his and remove his other off your knee, ultimately failing due to the force he used.

"Don't call me that. And get the hell off me" you say harshly, pushing against his arm as his hand travels the tiniest bit up from your knee. "Just let me prove it to you" he says with sickly flirty tone.

Before you could respond, you saw a familiar figure speed past you and to the boy sat beside you. His touch was removed in an instant as he was lifted from his seat and held by his shirt as your girlfriend stood angrily Infront of him, everyone's gaze falling upon the scene unfolding. "Get your hands off of her before you fucking lose them" she says loudly, shoving him onto the ground and watching with a sadistic smirk as she watches him scamper off weakly, having lost every ounce of that confident facade he'd worn just moment ago.

Looking away, she saw the eyes on you both and she knew the affect it'd have on you. "What!?" She shouts, resulting in each and every person returning to (or at least pretending to) do what they had been doing.

The second she turned back to you she saw that look on your face that she knew all to well. She walked over and placed a hand on your back as she lead you away and back to your cabin where it could just be you two since everyone was out at the bonfire or wandering camp.

The second that door shut your arms were wrapped around her, head in the crook of her neck, yet you stayed silent. "You're okay. I got you," she assures as her arms wrap around your waist. She may not have been the best at comforting people but she'd picked some stuff up from you not only watching you with the younger campers in your cabin, but from you comforting her. In a way, you'd softened her. Unsurprisingly, you were the only one who got to see that side of her. You sigh, and she combs her fingers through your hair the way you always did for her.

"Thank you," you whisper softly. "It's my job," she says playfully "as your awesome, amazing, totally hot girlfriend that could, and does, treat you about a million times better than that asshole ever could." You move your head from her shoulder and look up at her with a soft smile as her hands rest on your waist and yours on her shoulders.

"You're an idiot." "think I remember you calling me your idiot, mama." she teases as she lifts your hand and presses a delicate kiss to the back of it.

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beom-pyu · 10 months

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truth or drink! (blind date edition): huening kai

the final part of the truth or drink series! thank you for all the love received on this <3 i'm planning on doing another youtube series eventually, so stay tuned!

other parts: beomgyu & taehyun "my ex + my boyfriend edition" yeonjun "couples edition" soobin "engaged edition"

slightly nsfw! (minors dni.)

welcome to truth or drink—blind date edition! strangers will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.

*BLINDFOLDED*

YOU: “um, hi, hello—”

HK: “hi. oh wait, that’s not your hand—”

you search for kai’s hand in the darkness before you finally feel his fingers, giggling as he gently shakes your hand.

YOU: “i’m y/n.”

HK: “nice to meet you, y/n. i’m kai.”

how long have you guys been single?

YOU: “about a year.”

HK: “i’ve been single for 3 years.”

is there a reason you’re single right now?

HK: “i’m a pretty shy person, so i never really go on dates.”

YOU: “i go on too many dates. i guess i just know what i want and don’t really like to waste my time.”

you guys ready to take the blindfold off?

YOU: “on the count of three.”

HK: “okay, one… two… two and a quarter… two and a half…”

YOU: “two and six eighths…”

HK: “two and fourteen sixteenths…”

YOU: “oh my god, i’m nervous.”

HK: “me too.”

YOU: “okay—three!”

you both take your blindfolds off and your jaw immediately drops while kai’s eyes widen.

YOU: “you guys didn’t tell me i’d be doing this with prince charming.”

kai nervously giggles.

HK: “you’re very, very cute. fuck, i wasn’t expecting this.”

YOU: “did you think i was going to be ugly?”

kai flusters, waving his hands in denial.

HK: “no, no! i-i just… woah.”

it’s your turn to giggle now.

YOU: “i’m just messing with you. i’m flattered.”

you guys wanna take a shot for the nerves?

YOU: “yes, please.”

HK: “cheers.”

YOU: “do you want to go first?”

HK: “sure.”

HUENINGKAI: what is your type? am i your type?

YOU: “honestly, i don’t think i have a type? and you’re insanely attractive, so yes.”

HK: “you’re definitely my type.”

YOU: “and what would that be?”

HK: “i like how confident you are. also the fact that you’re probably the prettiest person in this room right now.”

YOU: “i think we can just end the video here, guys. he’s perfect.”

YOU: what sounds do you make when you’re having sex? can you make them right now?

kai slides his shot glass towards you to fill up—you laugh as you unscrew the bottle, pouring it for him.

YOU: “i guess i’ll just have to find out for myself.”

HK: “guess so.”

HUENINGKAI: where is the craziest place you’ve hooked up with someone?

YOU: “i gave head in an elevator twice.”

HK: “twice?”

YOU: “it’s a long story.”

YOU: how many sexual partners have you had?

HK: “three…?”

YOU: “oh my god, why did you guys pair him with me—this feels like corruption.”

HK: “you’ve never been with anybody?”

YOU: “no, i’m corrupting you, sweetie.”

HK: “o–oh. okay. yeah, no, that’s fine. yeah. cool. okay. can i take a shot?”

HUENINGKAI: how would you rate your oral sex skills out of 10?

YOU: “10 out of 10, next question.”

YOU: i dare you to kiss me on the lips, or take a shot.

HK: “i’ll kiss you.”

YOU: “good, cause i was about to hide the whiskey so you have no choice.”

HK: “who’d pass up a chance like this?”

you giggle as you stand from your seat, leaning across the table to cup kai’s cheek. his face is flushed a light pink, his eyes wide and sparkling as he stares up at you. you give him a small smile before pressing your lips to his soft, plush ones—it doesn’t last longer than a few seconds, but you’re still rendered breathless. kai’s eyes stay glued onto your figure as you sit back down, your hands automatically reaching for the bottle.

HK: “was it bad?”

YOU: “the opposite, actually. i need to be drunk so i have an excuse as to why i’m going to kiss you again after this.”

HUENINGKAI: what is your average relationship length?

YOU: “on average… like 7 or 8 months? i’ve had a lot of situationships, but also a few serious relationships.”

HK: “that’s not too bad.”

YOU: “and you?”

HK: “i’d say a year and a half.”

YOU: what’s the worst thing you did in your last relationship?

HK: “this one’s embarrassing, oh god. i think i’m gonna drink.”

YOU: “red flag, red flag!”

HK: “no, no, it’s nothing like that! well. it’s kind of like that.”

YOU: “what did you do?”

HK: “i… uh, i ghosted them.”

YOU: “oh, how long were you guys together?”

HK: “two years…”

YOU: “and you ghosted them???”

HK: “they were going to break up with me anyways, so i wanted to get them first. it was stupid.”

YOU: “honestly, you’re just like me. i can’t even blame you.”

HK: “let’s cheers to that.”

HUENINGKAI: what’s your biggest red flag?

YOU: “i’m scared of commitment.”

HK: “i was expecting something way worse.”

YOU: "like what? criminal activity?"

HK: "hey, you never know!"

YOU: “and what’s yours?”

HK: “hm, i don’t know… i have an extensive plushie collection?”

YOU: “wait, that’s actually cute!”

HK: “i have to make sure they face the wall when i have sex though.”

YOU: “that’s not a red flag. that’s basic human decency.”

HK: “thank you! finally someone understands.”

YOU: what do you do for a living?

HK: "i coach a youth soccer team."

YOU: "that's so cool! i'm a part-time student with a paid internship at a tech company."

HK: "brains are sexy."

YOU: "soccer is sexy too."

HK: "are we about to kiss right now?"

YOU: "let's save that for when the cameras are off."

HUENINGKAI: when was the last time you cried, and why?

YOU: “there was this really cute kitten that i wanted to adopt, but i live on my college campus, so i can’t have pets. i cried for a good 3 hours.”

HK: “i have a cat! maybe you can come over and meet her sometime.”

YOU: “yes. let’s go. right now.”

YOU: would you like to go out on another date with me? if yes, when and where? if no, why not?

HK: “i’d love to go on another date with you. whenever and wherever you’d like.”

YOU: “i’d love that too. and it’s not just because i want to meet your cat.”

HK: “...”

YOU: “okay, it’s partially because i want to meet your cat. but! you’re also really cute and sweet. i really want to get to know you better.”

HK: “i feel the same way. and i’d also like that second kiss.”

you turn to the camera, overdramatically waving goodbye.

YOU: “well, we have a date to get to! thank you for having us!”

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outofconcheol · 7 months

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Sign Here For... (HJS x F!Reader)

pairing: delivery boy!Jisung x afab!reader genres/au/rating: crack, smut, fluff, one night stand au, 18+ summary: Feeling frustrated and reeling from your recent breakup, you put in a special order on your favorite delivery app. However, with the goods, comes Jisung, who's a lot more than you'd ever bargained for.

word count: 4.0k

warnings: past relationship and referenced breakup (Minho x reader), regrettable decisions are made, Jisung and reader are both so very shy and cute but also bold, lots of innuendos, alcohol use, swearing, some little thoughts of self-doubt, Jisung's black nail polish, unexpected feels, smut warnings: nsfw thoughts, sex toys, making out, nipple play, fingering (f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex (the pull-out method)

a/n: djsksk what is this?? except the unhinged product of both my imagination and my infatuation with Han Jisung. this is my first time writing a fic for anybody besides bts, so I'm super nervous about this. Special thanks to Miss Emme (@temptaetions) for informing me that Dashmart, of all places, sells sex toys which then became the impetus for whatever kind of delusional thing this is. i hope you enjoy, and please be nice!

This had the potential to be a bad idea. A very bad idea. Rubbing at your eyes, you glare at your phone screen in the dark, legs tucked underneath you on the couch. If this backfired, maybe you could blame the blue light. Your psych professor in college had always loved to mumble about how cell phones were killing the younger generations’ brain cells.

Or, you could blame the fact that you’d shown up to Chan’s party last night, determined to have a good time after months of moping over your breakup, only to find your ex, Minho, sucking face with a new girl. Yeah. You could definitely blame it on that.

It wasn’t like you didn’t expect him to move on — it was just that you also expected yourself to have. Minho had been your first and only relationship, lasting through all of college and beyond before you’d broken up, deciding your lives were heading in different directions.

Honestly, you hadn’t been upset until the party last night. You’d accepted the breakup, growing pains were inevitable when you’d gotten together so young. But the fact that he’d moved on this quickly and you hadn’t stung.

Not to mention you were horny. Four years with Minho and then just like that, it all stopped. All you wanted was to get laid again. Unfortunately, after a disastrous drunken encounter on a dating app with a physical therapy student named Changbin, in which he’d fallen asleep before you’d even done the deed, you decided that it might have been too soon, and to take a step back.

But you were human, and if devoting your college years to studying the human psyche had taught you anything, it was that humans were needy. Very needy. For food, for shelter, for company. Which is why you were surprised at how the human race hadn’t crumbled already, given the rate of break-ups and divorces occurring these days. The problem was, that despite being needy, humans were also overthinkers.

So you’d spent a week pondering over what you were about to do, rationalizing every aspect of it in your brain - the pros, the cons, the consequences. And had almost talked yourself out of it when running into Minho tonight had been the catalyst for driving your decision the other way completely.

All you wanted was to hop onto your favorite delivery app, ready to wallow in pity over some ice cream and chips, and maybe Pride and Prejudice (2005), but then you’d seen it.

It seemed delivery apps were becoming more and more full service these days. Because right there, past the Doritos and the body wash, were sex toys.

You feel your throat go dry and eyes widen as they flash across the screen - all different sizes, shapes, and colours. There was more variety than you expected.

Immediately, you groan at yourself. More variety than you expected? Who expected to see sex toys on a delivery app anyway? The drought must finally have been getting to your brain.

Throwing your phone aside, you groan, trying to ignore the throbbing at your temple and in between your thighs. Maybe it was time to go out and find someone – maybe your self-imposed celibacy was driving you stir-crazy. It wouldn’t be so crazy to check out Minho’s Instagram, and see how he was doing…

“Get it together!” you mumble to yourself, pinching your arm. You were not going to stoop to the level of texting your ex. However, you were going to stoop to a different level entirely. You wipe your clammy palms on your thighs, picking your phone back up and clicking on a pink one quickly, immediately scrolling down to avoid dealing with the consequences of your transgression.

A few minutes later, you’ve managed to fill the cart with a dozen different snacks…and well… the other thing. It taunts you as you check out, and you focus your mind elsewhere, like the berry cheesecake ice cream you’d ordered. This was just another form of self-care, right?

You can feel the blood rushing in your ears and a bead of sweat trickles down your back, and you make the decision to hop into the shower while you waited. Sighing, you push yourself to stop being the overthinker you’d always been. Whoever was in charge of it would just put it at the door and then leave. It was none of their business, right?

Jisung really wasn’t a judgemental person. He knew people went through so much in their lives, which is why he never questioned orders with enough food for twelve people, only for one person to show up at the door. Or when someone ordered just yogurt and Tide Pods. People tended to forget things. Or they wanted to enjoy things. And who was he to stop them?

But right now, he was conflicted. He’d thought nothing of the order he’d just gotten, clicking accept on his delivery app, but then he’d done a double take when he actually saw what he’d had to pick up. Chugging along to the store on his red bicycle, he heaves for breath, trying to calm the racing in his heart.

You had to be joking right? Maybe you’d clicked it by mistake. He was more than used to his fair share of strange requests, but delivering a vibrator to someone’s doorstep was a new one. For a second, he’d thought about calling to confirm that you’d actually meant to order it, along with a mountain of snacks, but pushed the thought away immediately. That would only make things more awkward.

He wondered what could have possessed you to do something so impulsive. But then a lightbulb went off in his head. People tended to make rash decisions when they were going through a tough time — like a breakup. And suddenly, it all made sense to Jisung.

And being the empathetic person he was, his heart twinged for your sadness. You must have been really lonely. He wondered who could have broken up with you to make you so upset - from what he saw from your snack choices, you already had impeccable taste and he liked you. So he’d make sure you got your things safely.

Pulling up to the store, Jisung parks his bike away safely, the bell above the door signaling his entrance. The store clerk takes one look at him in his snapback with the app’s logo on it, and can barely hold back a smirk. Jisung feels his cheeks heat up… this wasn’t even his stuff, why was he feeling self-conscious?

“I’m uh, here for, —” he chokes out, feeling his throat close up, unable to get the words out. “Yeah.”

“Here you go,” the store clerk pushes the bag his way, unable to hold back their laughter, and Jisung feels a flash of anger go through him. Yeah, it was odd, but there was no reason to be so judgemental about it. “I hope whoever it is enjoys themselves.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they do,” he blurts out, watching the clerk’s eyes widen before he realizes what he’d just said. “I-, I mean I’ll make sure they get it, you know?”

He decides it’s time to leave before he does something even more stupid, slapping his palm against his forehead while he rushes out. What was it about this specific time that had him so flustered?

Actually, he knows what it was. He’d taken one look at the pink vibrator nestled away in its packaging, and thoughts of what would happen to it after he’d left it at your door raced through him. Rubbing a hand at the back of his neck, he wipes away the sweat that collects at his nape, taking a few deep breaths before hopping back on his bike.

Looking at the map, your apartment was only a couple of blocks away. He had to get it together before then.

Shaking out your wet hair, you slip your oversized t-shirt on, pulling up your fluffy socks, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. That couldn’t be what you thought it was. You decide to wait a few minutes to see if they knock again, and sure enough, they do.

You huff, looking down at your app. You’re pretty sure you’d clicked “leave at front”. But whoever “Jisung” was, he clearly didn’t get the memo, knuckles continuing to rap at your door.

“Helloooo,” his voice calls out, laced with genuine concern. “Is anyone there?”

Filled with annoyance, you stomp over to the door, pulling it open, ready to give this guy a piece of your mind when—,

Oh. Oh.

Big, brown doe eyes look at you from the other end, glassy and filled with sparkles, and your mind immediately goes blank, forgetting what you were so upset about. You stay there, lips parted, taking in every detail of the handsome stranger currently at your door, from his longish hair that falls in his eyes underneath his snapback, to the black painted fingernails on his slender hands.

The two of you remained locked in a stare for a few moments, Jisung unable to take his eyes off you either, and that’s when it registers that you’re only wearing a t-shirt and socks. You have the urge to slam the door in his face and scream from embarrassment, but then you wouldn’t be able to see his pretty face.

Jisung lets out a strangled sound, somewhere in between choking and a cough, hitting his chest in order to get the words out.

“Hi, I’m here with your order,” his voice cracks when he presents the bag full of things, the pink vibrator lying right on top

Your lips remain parted in an “o”, unable to say anything, eyes flitting in between your order and the cute delivery boy at your door. Eventually, you realize you should do something. Just maybe. So he doesn’t think you’re weird.

“I, uh, thank you, uhm, Jisung was it?” you watch his eyes widen at your acknowledgement, a smile lighting up his face. And it has your heart doing backflips.

“No problem, I hope you enjoy it!” Jisung responds enthusiastically, his ears reddening when he realizes what he’d just said.

Time seems to stand still when you accept the bag, watching him zip up his backpack and put on his jacket, those black nails taunting you. For a moment you imagine what they’d feel like inside of —

“Do you wanna come inside?” The words tumble from your lips before you can stop them, and Jisung freezes. You swear you hear him curse underneath his breath.

This was insane. Probably the most insane thing you’d done since breaking up with Minho. But he gave you butterflies in a way that no one had for a long time, and maybe, just maybe, this was a sign from the universe to take a risk. One more time.

“Jisung,” you repeat slowly, and he finally looks up at you, checking over his shoulder to see if you’re talking to him. “Do you want to come inside?”

He shrugs his jacket off, letting his backpack slip off until it’s hanging off one shoulder before he nods, unable to take his eyes off you standing on the other side of the threshold.

“I’d love to.”

Jisung feels like he’s going to pass out, wondering if he was having an out-of-body experience. Not only did he deliver his first sex toy today, but of course it had to be to one of the hottest girls he’d ever seen. None of it seemed real, as he followed you into your cosy apartment, filled with fairy lights and soft cushions.

A troublesome thought crosses his mind as he slips off his jacket and shoes, when he thinks back to how maybe you’d been going through a break-up. You inviting him in only served to strengthen that suspicion in his mind, but you’d been nothing but nice, just as shy and nervous at he’d felt. Whatever this was, Jisung was down for it, whether you just needed someone to talk to or — he thinks back to the pink vibrator.

Perhaps it was better not to get ahead of himself.

“Make yourself comfortable,” your soft voice echoes from the kitchen. He can hear you rustling around in there, putting away your things, and it makes him even more flustered. He looks around for anything to distract him from his racing mind, settling on a few photo frames of you and another guy, posing with three cats.

“I should probably take those down,” you surprise him again, coming up from behind and setting down some of the snacks you’d gotten and a few bottles of soju. “I haven’t really had anyone over here since the breakup.”

He was honestly shocked you were still on the rebound from your last relationship, given that you were — well you. If he’d known you then, heartbreak wouldn’t even have been a word in your vocabulary.

“It wasn’t horrible, if that’s what you’re wondering,” you reassure him, seeing a cute frown cross his face. “Minho was my first for a lot of things, but eventually you realize not everything is meant to last forever.”

“Is that why you, uh, you needed the things today?” Jisung chokes on sip of soju, hoping the sharp liquid can make him a little less awkward. From the way you fidget with your hair, he realizes it’s not helping at all on that front.

“Enough about me,” you take another swig, a bit of soju dribbling down your chin, and Jisung fights the urge to reach over and wipe it off. But then he’d be too close.

Jisung is a natural talker, opening up easily about himself and his life, from his own cute puppy to his friend group. Through the course of the conversation, he realizes that you’re older than him, but it doesn’t bother him. Something about the earnestness in your eyes makes him feel comfortable. It doesn’t help that you’re stunning under the dim lights, your damp skin shining and lips twisting into an adorable grin while you listen to him talk.

He wonders if he’s being a bit too forward, unable to keep his eyes off them while he goes on, but if you notice, you don’t say anything.

Half an hour later, and the distance between the two of you on the couch is completely non-existent, your thighs pressed up against Jisung’s while you giggle at his Doraemon impression.

He knows he’s probably a little tipsy, both of you are, but that doesn’t stop shock from registering when you pick up his hands, intertwining your fingers to marvel at his nail polish.

You bring them close to you, and even though he’s not touching you, he can swear he feels the thud of your heartbeat underneath your shirt.

“Do you like them?” his voice is gravelly as he asks the question, the soju making him feel like he’s floating.

“I do,” you stutter out. “They look really fucking good, I want them to, I-I mean I want some like them, shit–”

Another giggle bubbles from your lips and Jisung thinks he’s going to lose his mind, watching your eyes grow heavy-lidded, still clutching his hands in yours. The two of you are impossibly close now, any more and you’d be on top of him, but maybe he wants that. Maybe you want it too.

You squeak when he pulls you on top of him, the haze clearing momentarily when he feels your legs straddle him, clutching onto his shirt to avoid falling over completely. Jisung grips your thighs to hold you steady, and your stomach swims at his proximity. Looking into your eyes, he sees your pupils go dark, your throat bobbing while the two of you remain frozen, contemplating your next move.

He watches you suck in a breath, breaking eye contact to look over at the photo frames on your shelf, sadness flashing in your eyes. It stirs something within him, and he stops you midway, cupping your chin in his hands and tilting your head back towards him.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is lower than he’s ever heard it, desire seeping into every crevice, and he sees you give a little nod before you’re leaning in, crashing your lips onto his.

Jisung stifles a groan, melting into the kiss, your soft, slightly chapped lips adding to the fire that fuels in between you. A whine escapes the back of your throat, your nails raking through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him into you. He traces the inside of your mouth, pressing you down onto his thighs, shocked to find wetness leaking onto his jeans.

You pull away with a flush, realization dawning on your face. Chewing your lower lip, you give him an apologetic look.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I forgot I wasn’t wearing anything underneath…”

Jisung pulls you back into him, nipping at your bottom lip, before he’s pulling away again, his warm breath fanning into your neck.

“You don’t have to apologize baby,” he voice makes you shiver. “I came here for you after all.”

The two of you stumble back into your bedroom, lips clashing desperately, and you tug at the hem of Jisung’s shirt. He breaks away from your lips to allow you a small bit of focus, but it’s gone in seconds when he eyes your neck, pressing small kisses along its length, pausing to graze his teeth in a few spots.

You flutter your eyelashes against Jisung’s temple, finally grabbing hold of his shirt and slipping it over his head. You pause, taking him in, running your knuckles along his sides, and he shivers.

Jisung doesn’t even wait for you to finish undressing him, pushing you back onto your bed softly, watching the way your oversized t-shirt hikes up, exposing more and more of your body to him.

You feel your stomach fall into knots at the appreciative look in his eyes. It’d been so long since someone had looked at you like that, and you feel like you could explode from that alone. You cling onto his biceps, giving them a squeeze, and he moves quickly, pulling you flush against him so he can grab your shirt and tear it off.

Shoving you against him, he mouths at your jaw, tugging your hair so you arch up into him, grinding against the rough denim of his jeans. You collapse into a series of moans and sighs, rutting against him while Jisung continues to work you over, moving down to your neck, before he thumbs at your breasts.

The first swipe of his thumb against your nipple has you keening, throbbing with need until —

Jisung pins you in place, lifting his body slightly so you’re no longer touching. He toys with your nipple experimentally, giving it a squeeze, and you nearly sob at the contact, wanting to feel him again.

“Had to cut it off or I wouldn’t last,” he rumbles into your ear, stroking the soft skin of your stomach before he dips down in between your thighs, stroking exactly where you need him.

Jisung’s eyes widen in surprise at exactly how wet you seem to be, curiously swiping up and down before he plunges a finger in.

“Jisung, please, god, I—” you’re unable to get the words out, tugging at his hair while he fucks you open, your clit throbbing. Your hands roaming underneath the waistband of his pants, pushing at them uselessly, before Jisung pauses. You watch your arousal coat his fingers while he works the button open, finally pulling them off.

Closing your eyes, you ready to finally feel him, but like everything else today, Jisung is full of surprises, kneeling until he’s face first with you, exposed and open for him. The first press of his tongue against you has you bucking up into him, and you feel him smirk, his other hand reaching to press on your neck.

Your eyes flutter, your entire focus narrowing to where Jisung sucks on your clit, and then you’re breaking, nearly flying off the sheets as your thighs clamp around his head, both of you unable to contain your moans.

Jisung looks down at you, his lips swollen and messy with you on them, and you watch him study you, flushed and fucked out underneath him.

“Hey,” he says softly, brushing away the hair that’s fallen on your face. “You okay still?”

“Better than okay,” you mumble through your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. It’s too soft a gesture for what this was supposed to be, but Jisung melts into it anyway, reveling in the quiet moment.

“Keep going please?” you breathe into his neck. There’s barely a moment to think before Jisung’s hands are on your ass again, pushing you up into him so he can line himself up with your entrance. Without warning, he slides in, bottoming out harshly, and you dig your nails into his back.

You open up wider, letting him grab your leg and rest it on his shoulder, and his arm braces itself around your waist, lifting you up so he can find your lips again, tongue catching all the sounds that fall out of you.

His hands roam all over you, like he can’t get enough of your body. Jisung’s sweat soaked bangs are messy as he throws his head back, thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier, and you know he’s close.

“Fuck,” he groans, rubbing tight circles on your clit, until you feel yourself snap, gushing around him. “Where can I–”

Your hand rests on his jaw, rubbing small circles into it, and you’re pushing him back, watching his eyes widen in shock as you lower, taking him in between your lips. Jisung makes a strangled noise when he feels himself hit the back of your throat, twitching once before spilling into you.

The two of you fall into each other, heavy breaths mingling, and Jisung buries his head into the crook of your neck. You feel him smile against you, and your own soft smile lights up your face, the both of you falling asleep holding each other.

It must be the middle of the night before you muster up the energy to move, cleaning yourself off and changing into a comfy shirt and sweatpants. Behind you, Jisung is still dozing off, his face even softer in sleep than it was awake, and you stroke his cheek.

Feeling bad, you slip out, deciding to make him a cup of coffee. There’s a pang in your heart when you realize that he has to leave after this, that the two of you made no promises to each other. Every muscle in your body is aching as you hunch over the boiling coffee pot, begging you to ask him to stay.

From the corner of your eye, you spot the pink vibrator sitting on the counter, still in its packaging, and you chuckle, realizing you’d never got a chance to put it away.

“I hope you’re not thinking of using that without me,” you jump in shock at Jisung’s voice, turning around to see him grinning at you, hair mussed and clothes rumpled.

“Oh god, Jisung, I’m so sorry, your job, I didn’t even realize,” panic sets in as you try to make an excuse, guilt filling your chest for dragging him into your heartbreak.

“___,” he comes up to you, wrapping you in a hug from behind, his head resting on your shoulder. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have stayed unless I wanted to. And I wanted to.”

“Really?” you breathe out, unable to believe he’s actually saying this. “Why?”

You can’t stop your voice from cracking, the doubt creeping in again when you thought about how things had been good with Minho, and yet they hadn’t lasted, believing that someway, somehow, it was your fault. That you hadn’t been enough.

Jisung chuckles into your neck, pressing a kiss onto your cheek.

“You’re so cute. I wanna be here for you, in whatever way you need. If that wasn’t evidence enough, I’m kinda into you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

You feel your heart explode at his self-assuredness, finding comfort in his presence. When the morning came you knew he’d have to go, but maybe, just maybe, you’d let yourself be needy again. Especially when it worked out so well the last time.

a/n pt. 2: As always, any comments or feedback are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi <3

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5 Times You Meet Kensei +1 Time He Gets Your Number | Kensei Muguruma x Reader |

author's note: this structure is horribly outdated but i give no fucks!! thank you to @yeowangies for the help and support on this!

pairing: kensei muguruma x fem!reader

warnings: buncha meet cutes, alcohol mentions, lotsa flustering kensei

Speed dating.

What in the fuck is he doing here.

Kensei pinches the bridge of his nose as he sits at a table, waiting for the event to start just so it can end that much sooner. Mashiro forced this damn thing on him, that little shit. She knows just how to annoy him and get her way: why does he keep her around??

"I guess this isn't really your thing, huh?"

Kensei's brown eyes flick up; dammit, he zoned out and made a fool of himself on the very first 'date'. His silver brow twitches involuntarily as he responds. "You got me."

Your laugh twinkles as you slide into the seat across from him, a fruity cocktail in hand. Kensei's struck immediately by your beauty, for sure, and he's suddenly feeling underdressed in his black Henley and jeans while he's up against your, emphasis on little, black dress and golden accessories. "I've done a few of these before; it's not really anybody's thing, honestly. You're not as out of place as you feel."

"Oh, yes the hell I am." An odd laugh accompanies his shaky assertion— and he hates that he's nervous!

"You should have a drink, calm your nerves a little." The black straw from your brightly colored drink settles in the center of your gorgeously painted lips, demonstrating how you can possibly bear such an event without so much as batting an eye while your gaze flicks to the name tag stuck onto his chest.

Kensei rubs the back of his neck, his muscles deliciously hugged by that too-small Henley. "Good idea. But I don't know if I should be taking advice from someone with more sugar than alcohol in her drink."

Your laugh does more to calm his nerves than a drink would, that's for sure.

You continue to chuckle to yourself as he goes to the bar, watching him order his scotch on the rocks from the rather busy bar. The red numbers tick down on the clock, and he's not likely to return before the time is up. It is speed dating after all. Fishing out a pen from your purse, you scribble a little note on the cocktail napkin before moving onto the next table.

Kensei is rather relieved when he returns to an empty table— but only briefly, since your seat is taken damn near immediately by a new stranger. He has a pull from the drink, smirking into the tumbler as he reads your note and tunes out the new 'date' introducing themselves.

Get it with a twist next time, you wimp!

"This shouldn't have been so controversial." Kensei's arms are crossed and the vein that's famously seen amongst his infuriating friend group is throbbing so hard that they may as well pay for an entire extra seat just for it.

Shinji and Hiyori, as per fucking usual, cannot decide what movie to watch. The group is split entirely, and it's up to his tie breaking vote to get the evening moving along. They're arguing harshly, the two factions, and he has not a care in the world to the actual film. He just wants his popcorn and peanut M&M's that'll cost him a solid thirty dollars and to take a nap.

"Shut up!" He stands tall, brown eyes furious and just a tad crazy as he fishes a coin from his pocket. "Heads or tails, you jackasses!"

He flips the coin easily, not even sure who called what side as he catches it and flips it into the back of his hand. "Tails. I'm getting a snack now."

Hiyori's taunting Shinji as they purchase the tickets, and Kensei tucks his box of candy into one of his pockets (he told Mashiro his cargo shorts are useful!!) so he can better hold his popcorn bucket out of Hiyori's reach as they stand in line to have their tickets scanned. "Hey, you little rat! Knock it off!"

The giggle behind him is familiar, and his eyes widen rather comically upon sight of you and what he presumes is your gaggle of friends. He never saw you again during that disaster of a night, and it was definitely for the best— he was hammered by the end of it and had to be, literally, picked up by Hachi just to make it home.

"Nice to see you again, Ken." You tease, laughing at Hiyori's ability to snatch a handful of his popcorn during his stunned daze.

"K-Ken?" He stumbles on the word— nobody has ever called him that.

"What movie are you seeing?" You breeze on by his confusion, though the gears in his head have come to a complete standstill. Listen closely enough and you'll hear the internet dial up tone.

"Ah…" He shows his ticket to you, ignoring the snickers of his friends behind him. He'll never live this down. Kensei, their resident, stone-faced asshole, is flustered??

"Oh, we saw that last weekend! Not a bad movie; I think you'll like it." You smile and the line moves up, Kensei's group getting their tickets scanned next.

"Not sure if I trust the opinion of someone who agrees with Hiyori's tastes." Kensei grumbles, worried that the heat on his cheeks is visible to you; or worse, his friends.

"Hey!" Hiyori kicks at Kensei's shin, though it hurts her far more than Kensei himself. You scan your ticket, the teen at the stand pointing your theater in the opposite direction of Kensei's movie.

"You'll trust me enough after you see it." You wink and start to head to your movie, glancing over your shoulder to smile at Kensei once more before disappearing into the theater. Ignoring the snickers of his friends, Kensei growls and heads into their own designated theater.

I should've fucking flipped heads.

The chill of the air is rather inconsequential to Kensei as he runs security at the door of the nightclub, his nice suit and gloves keeping him as warm as he is stylish. He's never been one to say no to extra cash, and though his days as a doorman are far behind him, he's still got it, evidently. He's stopped several fake IDs, weapons, drugs and more, all while making his much-higher hourly rate than he did back when this was his living.

Just after busting a teen with the worst fake ID he's ever seen, Kensei's line finally starts fizzling out. The club is booming, half of the city must be inside by this point, with the other half having been kicked swiftly to the curb. He checks the expensive watch on his wrist; just a few more hours and he's all done, his favor to the club owner fulfilled and his next monthly car note paid off. Huffing out a breath, the cold air lingers for a moment, and as it dissipates, he's met with his next crowd of people.

So much for a moment of peace.

The group is split between himself and the other doorman, and it's the routine pat downs and ID checks as usual. He's gotten through a third of the group before you're before him, smirking with twinkly eyes as you present your ID to him— it's only now that he actually gets your name.

"Funny how we keep meeting." You tease, tucking the ID card back into your wallet and stepping aside for his pat down, rather eager for those strong-looking hands to get a touch of you.

Kensei's brown eyes flick to meet your gaze, and his face warms just at the sight of you. You truly are a stunning woman. "Careful; I might just think you're stalking me."

"You think I like you that much, Ken? Interesting…" Your teeth graze your lower lip, just a little, as you spread your arms and legs.

"Don't call me Ken." He grumbles, appreciating the way your perfume masks the cigarettes those in line have been smoking all night.

"It's cute." You shrug and Kensei pats you down without another word, perking a pierced brow as he snags a small bottle of whiskey concealed in your waistband.

"I don't think you know what 'cute' is if you're talking about me in the same sentence. Better luck next time, princess."

"Guess you're good at your job, huh?" You murmur, gazing up and over your shoulder to better see his handsome face. He's got a pet name for you now, hm? Interesting.

"Shoulda got in the other guy's line." Kensei mutters, tossing and subsequently shattering the glass on the cold sidewalk.

"I like this line." Slowly, your fingertip drags along the length of his sharp jaw and it's then that Kensei's aware of his other hand still holding your hip— how in the hell do you have the ability to make him forget himself so easily? "But since you took my whiskey… Can I go inside now? I could use a drink."

The taller man's Adam's apple bobs and he releases you, practically pushing you into the doors of the booming club and the arms of your giggling friends. His face is pink, and at least he can try to pass it off on the cold temperatures if anyone asks.

He should've saved that damn whiskey for later.

Kensei's sweating like a whore in church as he finishes his workout, his body glistening with sweat as he pulls off his tank top for a taste of refreshing air. Cardio was a particular killer for him today, though it made the weight training a little bit easier too. He'd been slacking off for a few weeks, and the moment he had just a little difficulty yeeting Mashiro and Lisa (simultaneously, and while dealing with Hiyori doing her best to knock him over) into that pit of foam at the trampoline place was a reminder to get back to the gym.

He's more of a primadonna than he admits.

He takes a long pull from his water bottle, pouring the remainder over his heated face and shoulders and scans the room. It's habit to him, partially as a former special forces commander and also due to the number of times he's caught others incorrectly using equipment and aided them for better workouts. The gym is the only place he's remotely social in, oddly enough.

His brown eyes narrow at the sight of a woman (that can't be who he thinks it is) on a stair stepper. There's a man beside her, one that he noticed following her around before. They could be friends, though Kensei doubts it greatly as the loser continues to stand beside you, talking about gains while you remain the only one actually working out.

The guy's talking with his hands, and Kensei's witnessed this brand of harassment enough to tell where this is going. Wasting a breath no more, he's walking over with a meaner face than usual. It is you, and that makes him just a little more angry at this harassment than he'd normally be. You turn your head away from the man that's been annoying you, eyes lighting up at your savior. "Ken!"

Kensei places himself between you and the strange man, his impressive size and build enough to make the other guy nervous. "You like harassing women at the gym?" He crosses those deliciously thick arms, and you're frankly more concerned with viewing his toned back than dealing with the situation at hand.

"I told you I had a boyfriend." You tease, peeking over Kensei's shoulder at the now very intimidated mark.

Kensei frowns just a tad deeper after that— so many things are wrong with that statement. Namely, you thinking you had to have a boyfriend, real or not, for this guy to leave you alone. Unbeknownst to him, the back of his neck flushes a light, rosy color that makes you snicker.

"If I ever see you harassing a woman again, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you. Understood?"

Kensei doesn't waste time hearing any lame excuses or apologies before turning to face you, who smirks proudly in his wake. "I'm here most days a week around this time. If anyone bothers you again, just come find me and I'll take care of it. And don't call me Ken."

"You're more bothered by me calling you Ken than my boyfriend?" You raise a brow, an entertained smirk on your face.

"Like I'd date someone who wears a pink bodysuit to the gym." Kensei grumbles lamely, blushing from the tips of his ears to the center of his chest.

"That's a lot of talk coming from someone that's blushing pinker than a Barbie dream house." You laugh, poking one of his pectorals.

He's red now as he looks away from you, his jaw tight as you tease him. "Stop bothering me and finish your workout." He retreats before you can manage to get under his skin again, though his plan doesn't pan out like he hoped as your voice follows him.

"Nice tattoo, by the way!"

"Get your mind outta the gutter!" He hollers back, practically running to hide in the locker room, all while you grin and wonder if that was the hint of a Long Island accent slipping through.

"Come on, let's go!" Kensei claps his hands harshly, ushering his friends (and those they brought along that he merely tolerates) towards the stadium. The baseball game is due to start shortly and goddammit he's not gonna miss a thing because of these unorganized fucks. He's still got a hot dog to get!

"Relax, friend." Shinji shakes his head at Kensei's impatience, not that it was unexpected of the hothead.

"No! They might actually win this one!" Kensei's excitement is hard to contain, and he actually smiles at the idea of his favorite team not being losers!

"Oh yeah? Confident enough to put your money on it?"

Kensei snorts, leading the charge into the stadium amongst the throngs of people. "Not a chance."

Half of the group is sent to their seats while the other takes on the responsibility of securing food and drink, Kensei at the ready with the entire order memorized. The lines are dense, the entire area packed and noisy. Under normal circumstances he'd be overstimulated quickly and heavily irritated, but even those ticks of his can be overlooked for a ballgame.

He's next in line and fires off the order with precision, handing off the drinks to Shinji and Ichigo to run to deliver them to the rest of the group, Kensei more than capable of carrying all the food himself. His thick arms full, he steps away and makes for the stands just as the person in the line beside him exits at the same time.

"Woah there!" You steady yourself against Kensei's strong build, gripping his sleeveless jersey tightly to keep yourself standing as the hot dogs and nachos in his arms crash onto the floor.

"Jesus!" He grumbles, grasping your hip with a strong hand now that the food is gone.

"Oh, Kensei, I'm sorry." You glance at the floor before looking back up at the not-so-strange stranger.

""s just food, no worries." He mutters. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." You wave off his concern easily. "Here, let me buy you your food again."

Kensei snorts, tugging at your own jersey that's for the rival team. "I don't need a Bears fan buying me a hot dog. That's how people choke."

"Ha!" You smile despite your offended scoff. "As if a Panthers fan could do anything but! They learned from the best!"

"You take that back!" Kensei pokes your shoulder.

"You gonna make me?" You smirk in the face of the handsome man, and he smirks right back at you.

"You will by the end of the game, princess."

"Guess we'll see, Ken. That is, if you make it to your seat by the end." Winking slyly, you saunter off and Kensei's left to realize just how much longer the line is now.

"Don't… Don't call me Ken." He grumbles out, heading for the back of the line.

Hell has frozen over: his friends all have plans on a Friday night, between dates and familial commitments and whatnot, and he's left to do whatever the hell he likes in peace. It's been years since he's had such an opportunity, and there's nowhere else in the world he'd rather be than here at his favorite dive, enjoying a basket of fish and chips with a mug of ice cold beer.

That was the plan, anyhow. And it started off that way easily enough.

But then you walked in with someone else.

Ever since he met you, you've popped up at the most random times and he's never expected not one of them, this time being the absolute furthest from expecting it he could be. Seeing you was one thing… Seeing you with another guy, in Kensei's favorite bar, was… So fucking rage-inducing that he's still contemplating throwing the guy through the window even an hour after seeing you come in.

Lookin' so pretty… For a fuckin' schmuck that took her to the shittiest dive in town.

Who the hell does the guy think he is? With the prettiest woman for miles on his arm, he's at a dive bar for a first date. The disrespect is insane, the lack of thought or care simply ludicrous. Kensei doesn't date anymore because it's just so stupid but damn if he wouldn't do better than this, by a lot.

"Awfully pouty tonight, Ken."

Kensei blinks out of his salty stupor, turning his head. "Don't call me Ken."

You laugh at his offense to the nickname and order two drinks from the bartender before looking back at him. "What's got you so worked up?"

Kensei feels like his brows will forever be stuck frowning, the vein at his temple about to burst. "Did you just order that grown man a drink?"

"Mhm. Is that an issue?"

He snorts, shaking his head at the bitter laugh he can't control. "No, if you like bums who can't show a pretty woman a good time."

Your teeth sink into your lip, tugging while enjoying how this big, tough guy seems to be jealous that you're with someone else. "Well, when you put it like that, I can't help but wanna see how you'd do it better."

And fuck, there it is. Kensei can't turn down such a golden opportunity; he's already a sucker for being challenged, add a beautiful woman into the mix, one that's mischievous and crafty like you, and he's got no choice but to jump in headfirst. "Then I'll show you. You'd do well to learn what a good date is."

Your grin is bright and you dive into your purse for a pen. "Call me anytime."

Kensei holds the napkin with your number carefully as you retreat to your horrible excuse for a date with the drinks, his heart pumping quicker than normal. Now he can access you intentionally, with ease.

A slow smirk spreads on his lips as he types the number into his phone, nearly wearing a shit-eating grin as he holds it to his ear and watches you politely step away from your sleazy date to answer the call.

"I'm ready to show you a better time."

Your laugh echoes across the room, and for once he's not embarrassed to laugh with you.

#kensei muguruma x you #kensei muguruma x reader #kensei imagine #kensei x reader #kensei x you #kensei bleach #bleach x reader #bleach imagine

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hajimeshoe · 2 years

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HEAR ME OUT!! Leona, Jamil, Floyd, Kalim, and Duece with an s/o who has crippling anxiety, depression, and ADD but is the therapist friend.

They don't seem like it most of the time because they're emotionally detached, but still an empath.

Everytime there's an overblot, they sip Arizona tea like "Same shit, different day." And treat it like common shit because back in their world, their whole family was mentally ill, along with the friends around them who put their lives in s/o's hands.

Often seen dealing with other people's emotions and giving advice they don't even follow themselves. It's good advice too!!

S/o listens and sleeps to loud music at high volumes very often, (almost every second of the day and night) and eats and sleeps a lot to destress.

The resting bitch face is constant. They seem so annoyed by life, and they are. They just don't tell anyone that.

Low self-esteem but they talk about themselves highly to try and get rid of or hide it. More self loathing than not though.

They have many moments where they don't wanna listen to people but they end up listening to people anyway.

S/o also sucks ass at self care, but tells everyone to self care.

Ooh, Therapist Friend MC who needs therapy themself...sounds interesting. Now, I feel for anybody who goes through this - it is not a healthy place to be at all. Try to focus on yourself at least a little!

Therapist Friend!S/O Who Needs Therapy

Deuce

Deuce is the one you're normally giving therapy to

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

Like, out of all the others, he's the most likely to open up to his S/O even before you two start dating

But the second he finally figures out the toll it's taking on your mental health?

He has Ace, Trey, and Grim on your ass to ensure you're taking care of yourself (Goodluck to you, Trey is the Original Therapist Friend and the single mom of Heartslabyul)

I feel like he also listens to music at high volumes

So he has no issue with you sleeping with it on

100% will do his best to take care of you if you won't do it yourself

He's also the type to VIOLENTLY try to bring up your self-esteem

Punches of love <3

(Does not even give a damn if you punch back because he loves you)

Leona

Emotionally detached and annoyed by life, meet your soulmate

Leona does rant about his family occasionally

Mostly after coming back from breaks where he had to deal with them

Otherwise, he's mostly chill after his overblot

Wait, you need loud music to sleep? Too damn bad, listen to it when you're asleep and I'm awake

Honestly, you two never sleep at the same time anymore - one of you will sleep while the other is awake now. It works though! You can listen to music loud enough to burst your eardrums through headphones while Leona sleeps in silence, or you can sleep with your music blaring while Leona is awake and playing with your hair

You two still get to cuddle nearly constantly!

He's still a prince, so if you need therapy then damn right he's getting it for you, even if he needs to drag you to it

Lion Strength TM activated

Also, if you show even the smallest sign of Low Self-Esteem, he is becoming the Therapist and shutting down any argument you have. You're a bitch? It's called having a personality, hun. Body issues? Nobody is perfect, everyone has insecurities and he loves you just the way you are

Now, if you do not want to listen to someone but Leona finds them talking your ear off anyway?

Hopefully you can stop a Lion in a warpath because Leona will be out for some damn blood

If you're eating a lot? No worries. "Ruggie! Bring Y/n their favourite!"

Floyd

Needs Therapy 2.0

Like, with his mood swings? You're just a live-in therapist at this point

Jade is actually the one to point out to him the toll it's taking on you

After that, he'll be a little more attentive and conscious of your emotions and tells

He'll let you sit in the Mostro lounge to eat, or he'll show up at your dorm at midnight with chicken nuggets

And god forbid you talk bad about yourself...good way to put him in a bad mood and he will verbally tear into you

Then you two don't talk until he's back in a good mood and is abducting you from your "Therapist Duties" to have some fun

Jamil

Certified Caregiver

Like, he's dealing with Kalim's bullshit and is overprotective on a good day

So yes, he uses you as a free therapy service some days

But he still adores you

If you aren't taking care of yourself? Too bad, Jamil will hypnotize you to make you commit self-care actions

No, not sewerslide that is not self-care

He is watching you like a hawk now when you're around him and Kalim

You better be eating, have showered, brushed your teeth and hair if it's long

Also, WATER!!! He will make you hydrate no matter how stubborn you try to be

Kalim

Kalim is...well, he's a dunce

He couldn't pick up on Jamil's mental health after years of living with him, he is not picking up on yours until you're nearly at the breaking point

He just thinks it's nice that you let your friends vent to you even when you aren't social

It takes Jamil sitting him down and running through a list of your issues that it get's through to Kalim that you need help

And Kalim? He's never been one to hold back

You get the best Therapist and he is hovering over you

Even if it makes you feel worse, he is coddling you because you deserve everything in his opinion

It'll honestly take a lot to get Kalim to stop trying to care for you. He absolutely adores you and wants the best for you.

#twst #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 10 months

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I love your Hippie Remus x Scientist Sirius stories so much! I'm just so curious how they met. I feel like it either has to be the most random place ever - like a Costco or they met through mutual friends at a party. We all know how good they are for each other, but how did they meet, and who asked who on a date?!

HELLO this ask was sent ages ago but I got so genuinely fixated on the idea and wanted to make it perfect because holy fuck yes

Masterpost pinned!

Remus had a plan for Dorcas and their girlfriend Marlene’s Halloween party. Namely, stick with Lily.

It lasted a good 5 minutes, until Lily spotted people she knew and somehow managed to disappear, because of course she did.

Remus wasn’t bad at talking to new people, pretty social on a good day; he was just high and bored, honestly, mostly just wanting to stand in the corner and observe. For the most part, everyone was pretty much the same, drinking and talking, a fair few people dancing. Remus stood and watched as people drifted over to the drinks table, almost everyone winding up with a drink in their hand.

Almost.

All apart from one guy who seemed wrapped up in his own world. He had his phone in his hand, and seemed to get progressively more irritated as he typed, until he finally tapped it aggressively and held it to his ear. Remus almost felt compelled to look around everyone, watching as the guy argued into the phone, running a stressed hand through his long black hair as he spoke, before crossing the room.

He was quite clearly headed directly for the corner Remus was stood in, probably looking for somewhere discreet to ‘talk’, and something in Remus knew they should move out of the way, but they didn’t want to. Whether it was him being much too nosy or not, he was pretty sure he was staying, as the guy almost walked directly into Remus, finally coming in earshot of them.

“Of all days to ‘work up the courage’ to tell me, fucking halloween? Never, in my entire bloody career, have I so desperately wanted to murder somebody! Christ!” He paused, eyes sliding shut as he took a deep, seething breath. He seemed ready to say something slightly quieter, when his face shifted. Oh, the other line had really pissed him off. “No, it’s not nothing! It’s just half of my motherfucking findings! Right, you have to go into the lab. Now. Oh, I’m sorry, is that inconvenient for you? Here’s the thing, I don’t give one! I don’t care that it’s Halloween for you too! You’re the one who fucked everything up! If it’s not either fixed or perfectly recreated by Monday, you bet your arse you’re not welcome back in my bloody lab. Now I’m going to try and salvage the scraps of tonight, so get working!” He pulled the phone from his ear and hung up quickly, before leaning with his back against the wall and scrubbing his hands over his face with a sigh. Remus knew they shouldn’t speak, it would seem really weird, he shouldn’t-

“That didn’t sound good.”

Fuck.

He watched as the guy jumped a mile, finally noticing Remus. The moment Remus got to look at him, really look at him, Remus felt something in him shift.

He was drop dead gorgeous.

Now, Remus had gotten past the self-loathing part of their life, actually found himself liking his own face when he looked in the mirror, but this guy? Everything paled in comparison to him. If his black hair tumbling down to his shoulders and framing his face wasn’t enough, he had strong, warm silver eyes, an insanely defined jaw and full lips.

Lips that Remus really needed to stop staring at.

He had really come to the conclusion that he wasn’t one for instant attraction, and this guy had just swanned in and proved him wrong. It was like the universe was laughing in their face. They weren’t delusional, it had been a good while since he had found someone that attractive. Still, he was reasonably good at staying composed. It wasn’t like anybody could tell they were high, so clearly they were a pretty good actor.

“Yeah, no, it wasn’t good at all.” The guy answered, offering Remus a small smile. “I just found out one of my newest hires accidentally grabbed a sample I’ve been working on for ages, thinking it was theirs, and now I’ve lost months of work.” He finished with a groan, turning away and letting his head hit the wall with a dull thud.

“Just blame Mercury.” Remus answered simply. When the guy looked at him blankly, Remus elaborated. “Mercury’s in retrograde?”

“I… have no clue what that means.” He answered, and Remus never thought he’d be endeared by someone not knowing astrology. They smiled, wanting more and more to know everything about him.

“Mercury’s backward motion really fucks with life.”

“Right, right.” Remus glanced at him, finally taking in his outfit. He was wearing black leather trousers and a tight black shirt. Remus frowned, confused.

“What are you supposed to be dressed as?” He asked. The guy turned to him.

“A dog?” He tried. “I had ears, but Marlene stole them.”

“Ah, I had a feeling you were Marlene’s friend. I went to school with Dorcas, so I figured I’d have met you before if you were Dorcas’.” Remus observed calmly, the guy watching them carefully.

“What’s your name?” He asked, and Remus almost thanked every god on the spot for how straight to the point the dog man was.

“Remus. Remus Lupin. Yours?”

“Sirius Black.”

“Well, Sirius Black, I want to see your costume with the ears.” He answered.

“Yeah, yeah sure!” Sirius answered brightly. “Marlene’s gone awol, so I can send you a picture? What’s your number?”

Oh.

Smooth.

He was a smooth motherfucker, and Remus was pretty sure Sirius was going to be sticking around.

#THEM #Remus so casually bringing up Mercury’s retrograde #also seeing Sirius scream into a phone and going ‘that one. I want that one.’#they’re just so #UGH #hippie Remus x scientist Sirius #I love them so much they are my therapy #if anyone’s wondering Remus didn’t have a costume on he was wearing a long cardigan he crocheted himself #wolfstar #sirius black #marauders #wolfstar oneshot #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

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arielhopepeace · 1 year

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This is the final part! I hope you enjoyed this short little smutty, kinda depressing Joel story! Lol ❤️ please dm me with suggestions for more if you’d like to read something specific. I’d love to hear from you!

Part Five

18+ only

Tw: SMUT almost the whole chapter, praising, slightly rough spanking, m receiving, angst, age gap

5,400 words

Joel

My body is being caressed, gentle fingers running through the hair on my chest as my eyes flutter open and air deeply fills my lungs. I turn my head to see y/n smiling at me, still topless from last night and wearing nothing but her underwear.

I instantly shift my body on top of hers, emitting a playful giggle from her as I lean down to place a gentle kiss against her lips. "My god, what a sight to wake up to," I say somewhat gruffly.

"Well, good morning to you too, handsome," she chuckles, her hands on my back. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very," I beam, gazing down at her. "And you?"

"Very comfortable, but not very long. It's hard to sleep in someone else's bed, you know?"

"I understand. If you wanted another sleepover tonight, maybe it could be at your place."

Her eyes widen with excitement. "Really? You wanna see me again?"

"I don't ever want to stop seeing you, honey," I chuckle as the tip of my nose grazes hers.

"I'll never get over how perfect you are," y/n beams, her cheeks darkening. "You're a dream."

"No," I say before giving her a quick kiss, "I was made in a lab, remember?"

Y/n giggles as I slide off the bed, going into my closet to fetch a shirt for her. She takes it from my outstretched hands, thanking me as she slides it over her torso.

"Tired of seeing me naked already?" she teases.

I scoff, vigorously shaking my head. "Absolutely not. Just thought you might be more comfortable."

"I am," she giggles. "Thank you."

My eyes flick to my watch, seeing that it's nearly eleven in the morning. "Holy shit, I slept in."

"You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you."

Striding over to y/n who is sat at the edge of my bed, I give her a sweet, lingering kiss. "Baby, you must be starving. Let's have lunch together."

Y/n smiles bashfully. "Where? Here?"

"Anywhere you want."

She shrugs indecisively. "I don't care, Joel. We can eat here."

"I'm not much of a cook, but I'll see what I can do with what I've got."

My hand stretches out for hers, smiling as she happily takes it and leaps off the bed. We walk into my kitchen, my free hand pulling the fridge open to see what's inside. There's a few chicken breasts that need to be cooked, and I nod to myself as I pull them out, reaching in for the marinade as well.

"Want me to grill some chicken?" I ask her.

"That sounds amazing," she kisses my cheek. "I think you'd look sexy manning the grill."

"Yeah?" I raise a brow as I smirk. "Too bad I don't have an apron or something."

Y/n's finger travels down my chest and stomach. "I think shirtless works."

"Shirtless it is, then."

We walk outside through the sliding glass door, silently thanking god that I have a privacy fence so that my neighbors can't see me grilling shirtless at eleven in the morning. What would they say if they saw me with y/n? Would they think I was a creep? Would they know she's Sarah's teacher?

A worried thought pops into my head as y/n sits on the patio furniture, my fingers turning the knob on the grill, igniting the propane-fueled fire. "Hey, y/n, would you ever get in trouble at your job if they found out we were seeing each other?"

"Honestly? I don't know. I'd like to say no, but I'm not sure. Why?"

I shrug, shaking my head. "Just a worry I had."

"Well, I mean, I don't really have anybody to tell anyway, so it's not like it'll get around."

"What if we eventually tell Sarah or she finds out? She'll probably be so excited that she'll want to tell her whole class."

Y/n makes a wincing face. "Ooo, yeah. I wouldn't want anybody to think I was playing favorites with her, or being more hard on her just because I'm dating her dad."

"Exactly," I nod, drizzling marinade on the raw, spiced chicken. "I don't know. It's just kind of concerning, I guess."

"You and I worry a lot," she giggles. "Something I noticed on our first time talking together."

"I've been honest and vulnerable from the start," I chuckle sheepishly. "You just bring it out of me."

"I love that you're like that with me. I'm the same way."

"Good," I beam at her, admiring her bare-faced beauty. "What do you want to do today? Anything exciting?"

"Well, I had asked last night if today could be about you, but you kinda shrugged me off," she glares playfully as she crosses her arms. "So, can we do something that you want?"

"I'm more of a giver than a receiver," my mouth twitches up, being reminded of her writhing beneath me last night.

Y/n flutters her lashes as her cheeks deepen to scarlet. "I can tell."

"But if you really want to, maybe we could go bowling or play darts. Those things are fun." I look to the grill briefly as I add the breasts. "Basically, I just want another date with you."

She stands, striding over to me as she throws her arms around my neck. "I'd love another date with you."

"Bowling tonight?"

Y/n nods. "Yes, please." She kisses me, and then my neck, her hand traveling down to my briefs where my cock is already semi-hard from the reminder of her pretty moans. "And right now?"

I swallow thickly. "Right now?"

My gaze follows her as she drifts down easily to her knees, my eyes blowing wide in surprise as she stares up at me innocently.

"Can I thank you for last night?" she asks quietly as she hooks her fingers into the sides of my briefs.

"Oh, baby, you don't have to thank me—" my sentence stops as she kisses me softly through the fabric.

"I want to. Please, Joel."

I push my hand through her hair, nodding subtly as she gives me a vast grin, shimmying down my boxers until they're around my ankles. My cock springs free, gently smacking her chin as she gazes at it with admiration.

"God, you're fucking huge." Y/n licks her lips, her mouth coming forward to swipe her tongue up the slit of my tip. "How will you ever fit inside of me?" her sultry voice rings in my ears.

A quiet groan escapes my throat, gazing down at her as she wraps her hot, silky mouth around me. My own mouth hangs open, gripping at her hair until it's bunched up at the back of her head in a messy bundle.

"Fuck," I groan, my head hanging back as she sucks me slowly and firmly. "You suck me so fucking good."

She chuckles lightly, her hand finding its way into the mix as her mouth moves further down, stroking me in time with the bob of her head. My eyes force themselves back to watch her, the sight of her so needy for my cock nearly making me cum in her perfect mouth. I want to tease her, deciding to pull her mouth off of me by gently jerking her back by her hair.

"No, no," she whines, "please, let me keep going."

I groan, easing her back onto me and being encased in her sweet mouth. "Love how cock drunk you are for me, petal." My stomach flexes as my release is nearing its debut. "I'm already so close."

Her hand begins to stroke the base of me faster, as her mouth keeps its moderate, firm pace. The sounds of her sucking me makes my toes curl, the filthy slurping and squelching of her mouth driving me absolutely wild.

"God, y/n. Jesus—fuck," I curse, no longer able to make an intelligible sentence.

Her eyes are shut as her brows are furrowed, burying me into her throat as she bobs her head quickly, coughing and choking on me with her hands now clawing at my stomach.

I place both of my hands on the back of her head, my hips thrusting slightly as I chase my high, feeling myself reach the very brink.

"You gonna take all my cum, petal? You want it down that pretty little throat?"

She nods fervently, groaning around me as she does.

My legs shake as I begin to spill my release into her mouth, groaning out loudly as my hands tightly fist at her hair. Y/n moans with delight, my cum pouring out in hot ropes against her tongue, the feeling far better than one I've ever given myself.

"Fuck," I sigh, looking down as she slowly pops off of me, opening her mouth to show that it's filled with my release. "Oh, my god."

Her eyes are locked onto mine as she swallows, swiping her tongue all around her lips and bringing the back of her hand up to wipe her sloppy chin.

"You taste so good, Joel," she beams, sliding my briefs up as she stands. "And you gave me so much."

I groan, pulling on her hair to tilt her head up towards me. "You have no idea how bad I'm going to fucking wreck you, y/n. You're making me crazy."

She chuckles, biting her lip gently. "I can't wait to find out."

As we sit at the dining room table eating our lunch, my eyes are nearly incapable of focusing on anything other than y/n's beautiful lips. I can't stop remembering how good they felt around me, and how quickly she was able to make me finish.

Even at almost forty-one years old, I'm finding my sex drive to not be even a little bit close to drying up. How could I ever not be turned on with a woman like her around me? Not only am I completely enamored with who she is as a person, but her beauty is beyond what I'd imagine a woman going for me to look like. I must have done something right in a past life in order to have someone like her wanting me now.

"What?" she asks sheepishly as she gingerly chews.

I reach my hand out and place it over hers, bringing it up to my lips to kiss her knuckles. "You are just so beautiful, baby."

Her cheeks flush a shade darker, her eyes nervously looking down to her lap. "You're so sweet, Joel. I don't think I've ever received so many compliments from someone."

"You've been with the wrong people."

Y/n giggles, leaning across the corner of the table to kiss me lightly. "I know. You've already shown me that."

My eyes gaze into hers, mesmerized by the shade of them, as well as their delicate, feminine shape. "You want to go out after this?"

She nods. "I'd love to. Bowling still? Maybe after, we could get some snacks for a movie at my house tonight, if you'd like."

"I'd love that," I beam at her. "I'll take you home to get some clothes, and I'll pack my toothbrush."

Y/n laughs, placing her hand on my forearm. "God, you're so cute."

On the way to y/n's, she's sat beside me in my truck wearing my shirt and my boxers with her dress laying across her lap. She looks incredible in my clothes; it's hard to take my eyes off of her.

I get out and open her door, holding her hand as she steps down, giving me a swift, unexpected kiss once she does. It makes me smile, feeling so perfectly content, way more than I have in a very long time.

We walk inside, the cool air of her home greeting me, gaining me relief from the stifling humidity outside. Y/n guides me to her bedroom, the sight of it much more tidy and put-together than mine. Everything seems so pristine, and the air smells of fresh laundry.

She walks across the room, hanging her dress back up in her little walk-in closet before grabbing her phone off of her bed, quickly apologizing for it.

"Sorry, I'm sure nobody texted me or anything, I just haven't checked my phone since Friday morning, pretty much," she laughs lightly, gliding up to me. "Just been having so much fun with you."

I kiss her sweetly, running my nose along hers like I love to do. "Mmm, me too," I hum with contentment.

Y/n chuckles before pulling away, gazing back down at her phone as I sit at the edge of the bed, my eyes wandering around the room.

"Joel," she says lowly.

My gaze snaps to her face, the expression on it unreadable, immediately making me feel concerned. "What? What's wrong?"

"The gynecologist emailed me my results Friday evening," she begins quietly, "and this entire time I've been with you, we could've been having sex."

I laugh, relief flooding me as well as a hint of excitement. "I'm glad there's nothing wrong, y/n."

She makes her way to me from the door, straddling my lap as I support her weight on my thighs. "Wanna bowl in a little bit instead?"

Without even answering, my lips melt onto hers, the kiss immediately heating up. Our tongues clash and our breathing becomes more desperate. My hands lift off the shirt on her torso, tossing it aside before she pushes me gently onto my back. I grip at her ass, kneading it before slipping the boxers and panties off of her.

"I need you so fucking bad, Joel," she breathes heavily between kisses. "Please."

I grin devilishly at her, rolling us until she's on her back, already practically panting beneath me. My torso leans back to lift my shirt off, quickly unbuckling my belt to unfasten my jeans and kick them off with my shoes.

Her legs are already wrapped around me, pulling my hips into her by her ankles, the neediness she feels for me being deliciously evident.

"Let me taste you," I groan against her lips, dropping my hand between us to rub that pretty little clit of hers.

"Fuck," she moans, her eyes squeezing shut. "Please, baby, just fuck me. I need to feel you."

"God, you're so desperate," I beam, her hips grinding against my fingers.

My cock aches, begging me to bury myself into her, and to never ever stop. I move my fingers from her to around myself, running the tip along her slit, being sure to rub at the very top.

"Yes," she nods, her eyes looking down between us. "Fuck, Joel, you're so big," her voice is hushed, sounding almost nervous.

I take her face into my left hand, gently gripping her jaw to force her to look up at me. "Eyes on me, baby. Want to watch your face when I fuck you."

Her brows furrow with desperation, my hand finally lining myself up with her entrance. None of me can believe this is happening so spur of the moment, but all of me absolutely needs her.

Slowly, I ease myself in, her eyes widening and her puffy lips dropping open as her silky walls squeeze my length. The sensation of her makes my body shake with pleasure, my eyes briefly closing as I let out a deep groan of satisfaction.

Y/n's arousal soaks me, making it easy for me to pull myself out before pushing back in.

"Jesus," I groan, keeping my left hand gripped onto her face. "Grip me so goddamn tight, petal."

She moans loudly, a gasp hitching in her throat as I give her one quick thrust. "Joel, please."

My body is in pleasure overload, my mind spinning faster than it ever has, every single nerve firing wildly. I release her face, leaning down to place my lips against hers as I start to rock my hips faster. Every pull of her walls makes my eyes squeeze shut, eliciting an animalistic grunt from me.

"Fuck, y/n, I'm trying so hard to be gentle," I groan, "but you feel too fucking good."

How deliciously wet she is is audible, only spurring me on further into my rough drive forward. The headboard of her bed knocks against the wall loudly, y/n's breasts bouncing wildly as I bury myself to the hilt nonstop.

"Joel!" she cries out, her back arching upwards.

I groan, pounding into her harder, sweat beginning to form on my brow as I admire her beautifully twisted-up face. My lips press against hers swiftly before I lean back, one hand on her hip and the other pressed to her swollen bud.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she curses, her hands clawing at the comforter beneath her.

Her eyes lock onto mine, her fucked out expression nearly bringing me to my peak just from the sight of it. Her entrance clenches around me as a moan leaves her perfect lips, my hips having a mind of their own as I fuck into her almost aggressively.

"You take me so good," I groan, leaning my head back. "Jesus fucking christ, baby."

Her cunt swallows me whole every single time I thrust forward, my head turning back down to watch her beautiful face scrunch with pleasure. A broken, throaty scream leaves her, feeling her walls flutter around my cock, squeezing me so tightly that I can't help but cry out myself.

"Ooo, that's right, petal; cum on me. You've fucking earned it."

Y/N's body writhes and shakes, withdrawing my fingers once I know she's down from her climax. My hands grip either side of her hips now, giving her every single inch of me as hard and deep as I can. Her arousal runs down to my balls, making my mind go wild with things to say to her.

"Cum in me, Joel, please!" she cries. "Please, baby. I'm yours."

I'm yours.

Those two words send me instantly barreling off the cliff of ecstasy, my release pumping out of me as my cock throbs deep inside of her. My groans are loud and my fingers dig into her skin, trying to ground myself from the intense feeling that she has given me.

I shudder, my eyes finally opening to peer down at the incredibly sexy, alluring woman beneath me who has a vast grin on her face.

With a small chuckle, I lean down, giving her a neat, tongue-filled kiss. "What are you so smiley about?"

Y/n giggles slightly, her fingers stroking the side of my stubbly chin. "You feel so good." She bites her lip. "You fuck so good."

Reluctantly, I withdraw from her, laying beside her with my body being a sweaty, panting mess. My head turns to face her, my hand reaching up to run my thumb along her bottom lip.

"Did I hurt you, baby?"

Y/n immediately shakes her head. "Not at all. You felt amazing."

"God, you take me so fucking good," I smile, turning onto my side to pull her in for a soft kiss. "You're amazing, y/n."

She chuckles, her arm around my midsection as she presses her cheek against my dampened chest. "Can we do this all night instead of bowling?"

"Ooo," I coo with intrigue, "I am very okay with that."

"Mmm," she hums. "Me, too."

In the shower with y/n, my hands are incapable of leaving her skin, my lips on her smooth neck as she cranes it to grant me full access. Her wet hair hangs down, my fingers pushing it to the side in order to caress her slippery back.

Y/n hums at my touch, my head beside hers from behind as I watch the water cascade down her front.

"I can't get enough of you," I say quietly, nipping at her earlobe gently. "I thought I was depraved before," I scoff. "It's worse now."

She giggles, her eyes fluttering closed. "Mmm, me too." Her head turns to lock eyes with me, our lips meeting together with effortless timing. "You've made me so sore."

"Aw," I coo, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her against my body. "We can wait for another day if you're too sore, petal. I don't want to hurt you."

"It's the best kind of hurt, Joel," she grins, pulling me in by my chin for another sweet kiss. "I want more."

I chuckle. "You're gonna end up make me sore, honey." My erection involuntarily presses into her back, doing my best to turn my hips away.

"You know," she turns, wrapping her arms around my neck, "for an old guy, you sure do have the sex drive of a young person."

My mouth hangs open as she begins giggling, her laughter so infectious that I can't prevent myself from giggling with her.

"You are such a brat!" I tease, sliding my hands down her back to grip her ass. "I might be offended if I didn't see how easily you came for this old guy."

Her face brightens, her previously confident demeanor melting away into the submissive goddess that she is. "Joel," she says bashfully with a slight giggle, "when I told you that I'm yours, I meant it."

The intense arousal mixes with that butterfly feeling she always gives me, my eyes softening as I try to tame my dirty thoughts.

"Yeah?" I ask with an arched brow. "And I'm yours."

Her eyes seem to go bleary, her face suddenly burying into my chest.

"Y/n, honey, what's wrong?" I lift her face, seeing more than just water droplets on her cheeks. "Why are you crying, sweet girl?"

"Because," she sniffles, shaking her head, "I'm terrified."

"Of what?"

Her eyes meet mine, the sadness in them shattering my heart. "Of loving again."

My heart aches, wrapping her up into a tight embrace. "I promise you, y/n, that whenever you decide I'm lucky enough for you to tell me you love me, I'll never take that for granted."

“I was with Sam for four years and engaged for one. Everything was perfect until he proposed, and then he fucking cheated on me and I just—” y/n’s head shakes against my chest, “you’ve already made me feel so great, and I’m so scared of how horrible it’s going to feel when it ends.”

“Ends?” I cock my head, pulling her face into view. “Who said it’s going to end, y/n?”

“Fuck,” she shakes her head in embarrassment, “I’ve known you for a week and I’m already freaking out about stuff I don’t even need to freak out about.”

I chuckle. “You can always tell me your fears, baby. We’ve both been pretty emotionally vulnerable from the start.”

“I know, I know,” her bottom lip gets dragged by her teeth. “But would you ever settle down again? Get married? Have more kids?”

“Honestly, yes, I would. How old was your dad when he had you?”

She chuckles, her eyes on mine. “Fifty-two.”

“Exactly,” I beam. “That’s another roughly eleven years for this old man,” I tease her, resulting in a giggle. “And if I’m lucky enough to still have you in eleven years, there’s no way we wouldn’t have kids of our own.”

Her brows pinch together with emotion, more tears sliding down her damp cheeks as she pulls me in for a sweet, deep kiss. “You’re perfect, Joel. I can’t stand how perfect you are. It’s too good to be true.”

“No,” I say gently, kissing her forehead, “it’s exactly what you deserve, baby.”

After we come back from the store with various snacks; fruity, salty, savory, sweet, it’s only around four in the afternoon. Y/n and I carry in the groceries, her stubbornness not allowing me to take in all of them myself. We place everything down on the counter in her kitchen, unloading the bags to put everything away.

I store the wine and beer in the fridge, chuckling as y/n walks past me and gives me a small smack to my butt.

“Hey!” I drag out with a laugh. “You really just spanked me?”

She laughs loudly, reaching up to put chips away in her pantry. “You’re damn right I did.”

“Seems only fair that I do it to you, too.” My hand raises, charging towards her as she squeals and runs away.

Both of us are laughing as we run through her house, my arms finally wrapping around her to pull her body into me. Y/n is giggling hysterically, kicking her legs as she shakes her head back and forth.

“No!” she feigns resistance. “I don’t want to be spanked by an incredibly sexy man! What a nightmare!” her voice drips with sarcasm.

I bend her over the couch, my cheeks aching from how much I’m grinning. “I think you were made for a good spanking with an ass like this, baby.”

Y/n looks back at me as she bites her lip, her cheeks reddened. “Spank me then.”

My hands rub against the fabric of her jean shorts, slowly pulling them down on the sides to reveal the white cotton underwear she has on beneath them. I can’t help but immediately harden at the sight before me, admiring every curve of her perfect body.

I trace the line of her panties, dipping my fingers into the back to ease them down her legs. Y/n’s thighs press together, letting me know that she’s already perfectly wet for me between them.

My palm rubs the smooth skin of her right cheek, caressing it with admiration before raising it to give her a gentle smack.

She laughs, burying her grin into her arm.

“Are you actually laughing?” I ask her with a small smirk on my face.

“Just was expecting a spanking, not a tap.”

With a devilish grin, I raise my brows, nodding my head. “Okay, petal. You asked for it.”

I raise my hand up, stretching it back to my shoulder before connecting my palm to her ass. Y/n’s mouth hangs open, her eyes squeezed shut as she lets out a small cry.

A red Joel-sized handprint begins to appear on her ass, and I immediately feel guilty, gently rubbing the swelling skin.

“Again,” she says quietly.

“Y/n—”

Her head turns back, her eyes soft but teeming with lust. “Please. Felt so good, baby.”

My cock twitches at her plea, making me crack a small smile. I move a bit to the left to rub her other ass cheek with my right hand, almost as if I’m warning it of what I’m about to do. As my palm makes harsh contact with her skin, it begins to tingle from the force, checking y/n’s face to see it riddled with arousal.

“You really are the depraved one, aren’t you?” I ask, giving her another rough smack to the other cheek to give the left one a break.

“Yes,” she groans quietly. “God, I need you again, Joel. Please.”

It takes me less than five seconds to free myself from my jeans and briefs, immediately lining myself up with her entrance to push my cock deep inside of it.

“Fuck,” I groan out, my head briefly leaning back from the still unfamiliar grip of her walls.

My hand reaches down and threads into her hair, making a fist at the base of her scalp to pull her head up. Y/n cries out as I slam into her with no abandon, being so wholly lost in the feel of her perfect cunt that I can barely control myself.

“How do you take me so good, huh?” I ask gruffly. “Where’d you learn to take cock this fucking good?”

She screams into the air, my grip tightening on her hair. “Fuck,” she curses with a loud whine.

Our skin meeting repeatedly echoes throughout her living room, my hand tossing her hair aside to reach beneath her and rub her clit. She gasps as her walls clench tightly against me, making me groan gruffly.

“Joel,” she moans, her ass bouncing against my hips in time with every thrust. “You fuck like a god.”

I chuckle lowly, leaning down to place kisses on her spine where her shirt has ridden up as my hips stagger a bit.

“And you take it like a goddess, petal.”

Y/n’s brows furrow with pleasure, feeling her clench down on me as my fingers continue their quick, neat swirls. I bury myself to the hilt, holding my hips steady for a moment to better feel her spasming cunt.

As she releases onto me, I rub her through it, groaning as her orgasm soaks me. My cock drags out just a bit so I can look down and see the sheen coat of y/n’s cum making me an utter mess.

“Love how easily you cum for me, sweet girl,” I rasp, placing my hands on her hips as I quickly pull out. “Need to see that pretty face again, baby.”

Y/n’s legs visibly shake as she sits on one of the couch cushions, my body positing myself back between her legs with one of my knees on the floor. I’m deeply pushed into her, feeling her soaking apex clinging to me once again.

“Yes,” I hiss, pressing my forehead to hers, “that’s my girl.”

She groans with her eyes shut, her head tilted back as her arms are wrapped around my neck. I fuck up into her, thoroughly enjoying the sound of her wetness encasing me over and over again.

My lips lean up to attach to hers, my breathing already ragged from the intensity of my strokes. I need to cum, and it needs to be inside of her.

“You want me to fill you again, petal? Hmm?” I ask with broken words.

“Please,” she begs, “I’m yours to use, baby.”

“Jesus fucking christ,” I grunt.

My balls slap against her ass as I pound into her, eliciting a scream from y/n, and an inhuman cry from me as I spill my cum inside of her. Every single rope that falls out feels better than the last, my cock throbbing from every bit that leaks out of me.

I shudder from the intensity, my body attempting to come down from the extreme high it just felt.

“Baby,” I breathe, placing my hands on either side of her head, “you’re fucking crazy and I love it.”

Y/n giggles, letting out a slight moan as I slip out of her. “I’m just crazy for you. God, I feel like you’ve turned me into a nympho.”

I kiss her, briefly running my tongue along hers. “You’ve done the same to me, baby.” I stand, watching as she leans forward to lick both of our releases off of my softening length. “Fuck,” I drag out, mesmerized by the insatiable woman beneath me.

“We taste good together,” she beams as she licks her lips, finally standing with me. “Let me grab a towel.”

Y/n disappears into the house, returning with a white towel that she goes to hand me, but quickly jerks away, a playful grin on her face.

“God, what are you up to now?” I ask with a chuckle.

“Skinny dipping?”

I chuckle and nod, taking her hand as she guides me to the pool, both of us jumping into the deep end. The water makes a loud plunging sound around me, the bubbles cascading upwards as I finally come up for air. My arms immediately find y/n, wrapping her up tightly and giving her a sweet, lingering kiss.

“I really like you, Joel,” she says quietly, pressing her forehead against mine as she wraps her legs around my waist. “Did I freak you out with the marriage and kids talk?”

“Not at all, baby. You just wanted to know if you’re wasting your time, and I get it.” My eyes stay locked on hers, her long lashes wet from the pool. “But I promise that if we continue to click as easily as we have just in the last week, that a lifetime of marriage and kids with you would be a dream.”

Y/n grins vastly, twisting her delicate fingers into my soaking hair. “You’re incredible.” She kisses me softly. “Can I see you again next weekend?”

“And the weekend after that,” I kiss her, “and the weekend after that,” I kiss her again, “and the weekend after that…”

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I'll be there.

Oikawa x masc reader (he/they)

Support is something I just know that silly little volleyball captain craves from a s/o. This is about somebody who tries their hardest to give him that, even if sometimes it's a swing and a miss.

This one's in first person, y/n is the soccer captain at seijoh, dating Oikawa, yeah yeah you get it. the little ~~ means change in view or time, it'll make sense as you read.

[Side note: I play soccer, so if I write in another sport, it's always gonna be that until somebody tells me to do something else so yeah slay]

Word Count: 4233

Spring was always a busy time for me, but especially so this year. The captain of the volleyball team, Oikawa Tōru, and I had (to the dismay of his many fans) started dating. Not only were they devastated because surprise! He's gay, but now he was also taken. I loved it though, they'd swarm him and I'd infiltrate their ranks, my lovely Tōru only embracing me, not giving those girls a second glance. Sometimes I'd play with them and flirt with him loudly, just to see how long before they got so jealous they had to leave. Honestly such a fun game to play.

Anyway, spring was crazy this year because Tōru had a ton of volleyball shit going on, and I had soccer tournaments too. We'd made each other promise when we got serious that we'd make it to each other's games whenever we had the chance. Of course we both understood the importance of keeping grades and appearances up since we both wanted to go into the athletic field post-grad. However, we also understood the importance of supporting each other, so we really did try our best.

Sometimes for me that meant if I knew I had a game the same day or I wouldn't be able to be there for whatever reason, I came to practices leading up to it or took him out to dinner afterwards.

When I could make it, despite not totally understanding everything, I cheered louder than anybody else when Tōru was up for serve or if he did something especially dazzling.

Today, he would be playing against Karasuno, which he was especially excited about. He had been telling me all about it yesterday, I guess there was this Kageyama kid that he went to junior high with that he'd be playing against for the first time. He said that during a practice match they'd had not long ago, Kageyama and some other kid had done some kind of super fast move that had upset a lot of players on the team. He was really looking forward to cracking down on them, it was almost scary.

"You'll be there today right?" He asked me, shutting the door to his locker. I was leaning up against the others next to his, thinking about my schedule today.

"I should be, unless something comes out of the blue. I'm not anticipating anything getting in the way though." He grinned at me, his smile infectiously making its way onto my face. "You better not be lame." I threatened, but he brushed it off and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the cafeteria so we could get lunch.

"I'm never lame, and this game is gonna be fast paced so even you will find it entertaining, I can almost promise it." His hand gripped mine tightly, like he always did when he was excited or determined.

I smiled at him as we made our way down the stairs, "Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it later."

As we got our food and looked around for a place to sit, a few others from the volleyball team were furiously waving us over to them. Tōru dragged me over to them, despite my wanting to sit with guys from my team.

"Y/n! Are you coming to the game tonight? Gonna watch us kick Karasuno's ass?" Iwaizumi asked, I guess Tōru wasn't the only one hyped for this game.

"I should be, I've got nothing on my schedule for later. Is everybody so excited for this thing? I thought Karasuno wasn't any good at volleyball anymore." The team all shook their heads, everyone started talking at once about different people on the team and what they could do, a lot of the conversation based around the freak duo.

The team continued to chatter away about the game and everything they were looking forward to, I just quietly listened, catching every third word. Tōru's games were always in the evening which was nice because it meant they were usually just after when I finished up at practice. But, it also meant I had to either shower and change in a massive hurry and bolt to the gym, or I had to just go in my soccer stuff, I did a healthy balance of both.

My mind had drifted to thinking about what drills we'd be doing today, hoping that it wasn't going to be a push day since I wanted to get cleaned up before the game later. I felt a hand on my shoulder, lightly shaking me which brought me back to the present.

"You in there somewhere, y/n?" Tōru asked, I cracked a smile and briefly apologized for spacing out. "Do you really find my favorite sport in the world so boring?" I couldn't immediately tell if he was joking or not, so I decided to play it safe and assume he was serious.

"Of course not, I was just thinking about the plan for practice today, I might try to convince coach to let us have a rest day so I can have time to clean up before I come watch. I'd never think volleyball was boring, you play it after all." He seemed to like that answer.

Soon enough, the bell had rang and we parted ways with the rest of his team and went back up to our classrooms. I walked with Tōru to his and lingered with him until I really needed to get to my own. He pouted as I left him, but I just laughed at the stupid look on his face and made my way out.

When I got to my own class I found a few of my teammates talking to each other, greeting me as I entered.

"Hey captain! Excited for later today?" One of them asked, I naturally nodded, assuming he was talking about the volleyball game later. It looked like he was going to say something else, but our teacher entered and they quickly dispersed getting back into their seats.

The later half of the day went by slowly, but eventually we were released. Alongside my few teammates that were in my class, we headed down to the school's main gym so we could get changed before getting out to the field. My team had an interesting energy today, it seemed like they were all pretty pumped for practice even though it was a regular day.

I didn't say anything though, and focused on getting changed and making sure all my stuff was good to go in case I needed to get out quickly to catch Tōru's game. Needless to say, I was very determined to make it to this one. I hadn't been able to make it to one of Tōru's real games in a while since they nearly always lined up with my own, or I had practice matches with other teams during them.

I knew Tōru was always a bit let down that I couldn't watch him play as often as he wanted me to, and I honestly couldn't blame him. I, of course, loved it when he came to my games to support me but never really affected me when he wasn't there, at least not as much as it did him. Since I couldn't honestly remember the last game I had made it to, I was absolutely going to make it to this one. Plus, Tōru was beyond excited for this match and I wanted him to enjoy it as much as he could.

When I made it out onto the field, the coach greeted me and I helped him finish setting up cones and getting the practice jerseys and water stations set up. Soon enough practice had started and things were pretty normal for the first half, it was when we were taking our larger break that I noticed something different.

The managers were handing out our official away uniforms, as if we were going to be playing a game. It was odd enough that we were getting our uniforms, but to be getting the away ones was even stranger. Generally, if we hosted a match or practice match, we got to wear our home jerseys, and the other team would compensate for that and wear whichever of theirs differed from ours the most.

It's not as if I didn't like our away jerseys, I liked them better than the normal teal and white ones for sure. The away's had to be decently different from the home's so they were mainly black with white and turquoise details.

As our manager handed me mine, I thought to ask her what we needed them for.

"I thought we weren't having any practice games today, why are you handing out the uniforms?" She gave me a weird look.

"You don't remember? Coach said that Date Tech would be coming over for a practice match today because it was the only day that worked for them. He sent out a mass email about it a few days ago, don't you check your emails?" God why? Of all the days they had to surprise me with a practice match it had to be today?

I sighed, "I guess I must've missed it, thank you though." She looked puzzled at my lack of excitement towards the match, but didn't ask about it. "Hey coach?" I called, getting up to meet him before I got changed.

"Yeah, what's up--is something wrong? You look a little distressed." I nervously wrung my jersey as if it wasn't already bone dry.

"I just, didn't realize we had a practice match today. How long do you think it'll go for?" Coach was surprised at my question, usually I wanted these matches to go on forever but asking when it was over was new.

"Well, it all depends on you guys. We'll start as soon as they get here, but we're going to do a full match. It's what? 16hr right now?" I checked my watch, nodding. "Ok so we'll probably be done right around 18hr, maybe earlier but it depends."

I pursed my lips, sighing quickly but thanking him for humoring my questions. Tōru's game starts at 17hr 30m, and he said they usually last about an hour. I might be able to catch the last half or so if I hurry.

I watched the Date Tech bus pull in, and silently begged them to just go faster. I had no time to waste, I needed this game to start as soon as possible.

Luckily with everyone's excitement surrounding the match, they wanted to get going too, and things started shortly after the visitors offloaded their bus. We greeted each other, and play began shortly after.

When half time rolled around it was just turning 17hr, which meant after our ten minute break, we really would be finishing right at 18hr. I pulled out my phone to shoot Tōru a text, though I was sure he wouldn't read it since he was likely getting ready for his match.

Y/n [hey I'm not going to be on time to the match, I got blindsided by a practice game. I might be able to see the later half or so of the match]

I was going to just put my phone away after I sent it, but I saw that he had read the message, and the dots that meant he was typing.

Tōru [hope you can make it <3]

That was all I got. And I could practically feel the tribulation on his end through the simple message. I threw my phone back into my bag and put my palms into my eyes for a few moments, until I could tell I was being watched.

"You ok y/n?" Someone asked, I moved my hands from my eyes and looked up towards the voice. It was our goalie, and he was offering me a hand up.

I groaned, "I was supposed to go to Tōru's match that starts in thirty minutes, but now I don't know if I'll make it. I promised him I'd be there too, but I had no clue we had a match today." He gave me a very knowing look.

"Ah, yeah I get it. My girl's on the tennis team and our schedules never line up. Maybe these clouds will start doing something interesting and we'll get released early." I looked up at the sky and noticed that he may be right. The clouds were dark and looked about ready to dump some rain on us, I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it earlier.

I loved playing in the rain, I thought it was fun and challenging but the coaches definitely didn't feel the same way, they saw it more as a danger since it made everything so slick. We had a tent set up so our stuff was never at risk of getting drenched, but soccer was an outdoor game and the weather was unpredictable.

Play resumed again, and as we went on I could feel droplets of water setting on my skin. Just a little downpour, please. Just enough to let me get outta here soon. As if the sky was listening to me, the droplets doubled in size and quantity and soon rain was coating the field and everyone on it.

"Alright everybody, we're gonna stop here for today and we'll pick this up again another day! Get your things and get inside to dry off!" The coaches were yelling, everybody running to the sidelines to get their shit and leave. I was probably the fastest, checking my watch it was 17hr 50m which meant Tōru had been playing for at least twenty minutes, and I was gonna make it before it ended.

I grabbed my things and about as quickly as I could, changed out of my cleats and into an old pair of sneakers I only ever wore outside because I didn't care how dirty they got. I threw on my jacket and ran to the street in front of Seijoh to try to get a taxi so I didn't have to try to run to the Sendai City Gym.

That, was where my luck ran out. The streets were empty, not a taxi in sight which meant I had to call for one and wait for it to show up. Thankfully there was one nearby and it didn't take too long to show up but I was losing time. The driver handed me a towel she had on hand and told me to dry myself off as well as I could because she didn't want water all over her cab. I apologized profusely as I did my best to dry myself off.

We arrived at the gym a handful of minutes later, the kind taxi driver giving me a disposable umbrella she had, telling me to not get drenched again. I thanked her over and over while I gave her some cash for the ride, and ran as fast as I could to the gym's entrance. When I got there I quickly changed out of my disgusting shoes, shoving them into my bag and pulling out a cleaner pair of hightops to wear. I ran into the bathroom to take a look at myself, running my hands through my hair a few times and dabbing off some residual rain and sweat that I'd missed while in the taxi.

When I deemed myself mostly presentable I jogged through the building until I heard the sounds of volleyball. There were a few different sections that had teams going, and to my luck Tōru's was the last one I checked. I ran up the stairs leading to the bleachers, but didn't bother to find a seat, I just got as close as I could to where Tōru was on the court.

I looked at the score, it was the third set, and about in the middle from what I knew about the volleyball score system. I looked around the court, recognizing a few players on the other team from what I had heard, and noting the positions of everyone on Tōru's team.

To my joy, he was going in to serve next. I tried calling out to him, but the crowd of Seijoh supporters drowned me out. Luckily I caught Iwaizumi's eye, a grin appearing on his face when he realized that I'd made it. I couldn't hear anything he was saying, but as the team was quickly transitioning he got Tōru's attention and pointed up at me.

When his eyes met mine, I could immediately see a change in his demeanor, his eyes lighting up with a vigor unlike anyone else. He made a small heart with his hands as he walked back behind the court line, I returned the gesture, and Tōru started his serving routine.

The rest of the game flew by, it really was one of the most captivating volleyball games I'd seen. Both teams fought viciously; any bystander could feel the hunger between the two teams, but our team's skill was just higher than the other's. The match ended with Seijoh on top, 33-31, and upon their win I ran down to the entrance to the gym so I could meet Tōru.

I had been beyond crestfallen when I'd gotten the text from y/n saying that they had a practice match. It had been ages since they'd come to one of my games, so I was really looking forward to having him here, but I should've known that something would come up.

Iwa thinks that's why we lost the second set, because I thought y/n would have arrived by then, but ultimately didn't show. If I'm being honest, I had given up on them showing up, I knew he wouldn't abandon his team or a practice match just to watch my game.

To say I was shocked when Iwa yelled at me to look in the stands, is a major understatement. When I saw them there, waving and smiling at me from the stands, nearly falling into the court from leaning so hard against the rail, I knew my heart skipped a beat or two. He looked a bit crazy, if I had to guess it was raining and he just sped from his game to here without changing. They looked fantastic in their soccer uniform, the jersey being a bit snug helped show off some of his great features, plus his skin glistened from the rain and probably sweat that coated his skin. That is, not to mention, the look on his face as they watched me, pride and love just emanating from his eyes and smile.

I felt a new energy run through me after I saw them, and we battled the shit out of Karasuno, but they held their ground. I was almost happy for Tobio, he played...better than he used to. I wouldn't say well or great, but he was improving if ever slowly.

When the match ended and we thanked the fans, I didn't see y/n up there anymore, but I wasn't worried. I knew where they'd be.

As we wrapped things up, I half-ran to the entrance of the gym and saw my lovely partner waiting for me. They nearly tackled me in a hug, telling me how proud they were and how incredible the game was. It felt amazing to hear that, and to know that they actually had seen me play rather than had just heard me tell him about it.

I kissed him when he had paused, and I could feel him smiling beneath my lips. He laced his fingers together and rested them on my lower back, keeping me closer to them while my hands were on his face. We stayed like that for a few minutes, trading kisses and just enjoying the moment we had together that came so rarely.

Eventually, y/n pulled their face away from mine and watched my eyes for a handful of seconds before he decided to say anything.

"I told you I'd be here." They said, a slight smirk emerging on their face.

I rolled my eyes, "You said that you'd be able to watch the whole thing! You only got to see the last half of the final set!" He pulled his hands off of my back and put them up in front of him defensively.

"Hey it's not my fault! I checked my email again and I didn't see anything from anybody about a match today! I really did think I had the day off from practice matches!" I sighed as dramatically as I could, and let the topic drop.

Though suddenly remembering what he'd looked like when they'd got here I asked, "Why did you look soaked when you got here? And you're still in your uniform and your hair is..." My eyes widened a bit, and y/n laughed, coming his hands through their wet hair a few times, catching a snag or two from whatever had gotten it so wet and frazzled.

"We were still playing our match when it started just dumping rain, and the coaches canceled the rest of it. Since it was just Date Tech and they're not too far away, they didn't feel bad about canceling the match rather than trying to move it inside." I hummed, that made enough sense. "I had to call a taxi to get here though, and that poor driver was so mad at me for getting in her car soaked through, so she tossed me a towel and a disposable umbrella and I tried to dry off before I got here." They gestured to the somewhat dryer parts of their uniform, but shook their head chuckling in defeat. "I guess I didn't do a great job."

"Yeah you're gross, and in desperate need of a shower and dry clothing." Y/n only aggressively nodded, but claimed that all of their stuff was either still in his locker at the school or super dirty and in his bag.

I was trying to think of something to do when Iwa joined us, laughing at y/n's state. They joked back and forth about how gross the other looked, when Iwa tossed me my duffle bag. "You left this in the gym, I thought maybe you'd forgotten it. And dude," He said shaking his head at y/n, "You seriously gotta do something, you smell like shit."

"Thank you so much Iwa I had no idea, your input is so appreciated and valued and will be thought about heavily throughout the rest of my life." Y/n loudly and sarcastically proclaimed.

"Damn right!" Iwa sneered back, their bickering finally coming to an end. Iwa excused himself to help pack up the team's things, and it was just me and y/n again.

Looking down at the bag Iwa had thrown to me, I had an idea. "Y/n," I said, gathering his attention from his previous interaction, "I've got a spare club t-shirt and a pair of sweats in here that you can wear after you rinse off. I'll just put my jacket on and wear my uniform on the way back."

He tried to protest, insisting that I get changed since I just finished a game, but I wouldn't have it. Y/n was almost shivering and I could tell he was trying to hide it, they were barely dry from the rain, and they'd worked hard during the practice match not that long ago. When he'd conceded, I showed them where the showers were and left my bag with him, deciding to just sit outside the room and wait for him.

I pulled out my phone, and found that there were a handful of notifications from different social apps and my messages. I checked my messages first, seeing that they were nearly all from y/n, he'd texted me what they thought of a play every time it happened. I smiled, that was one of their more adorable habits. The other notifications were mentions from pictures that y/n had added to their stories or had just posted of me and the team.

I loved having y/n here to watch my games, I loved having their support and their love during these important times of my life. It meant the world to me that they supported me through all of this, even if they couldn't watch the game live. I could only hope to return the favor the next game they had.

Y/n emerged from the washroom, now looking much more put together, and also looking quite well in my clothes. They were a bit small on them in a few places, but I knew they wouldn't mind, and I certainly didn't care either.

"I saw your messages, and the stuff you posted, all very cute!" I grinned, him smiling back at me and taking my free hand, helping me stand up.

"I've gotta let the world know how proud and lucky I am to be with you." I felt my face flush, and he took the opportunity to land a quick kiss on my lips before pulling me towards the exit of the building. "Come on sunshine, we can't keep everybody waiting, they'll start making up stories."

I knew he was right, and together we went back out to meet everyone else.

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ratherbefangirling · 2 years

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Drabble : Blind for you

Pairing: Yandere Taehyung x toxic darling reader

Summary: Who thought blind could turn into blissful

Warning: Yandere, mentioned lovemaking non explicit (they do makeout though i guess), mentioned cheating.