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silent-writer83 · 5 years

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Heat - male reader x Scott McCall

Request: Hello, I was wondering if I could request a Scott story. Could you write a dom!Scott one where he's in heat because of his werewolf side and very horny? Thanks!

A/N: He didn’t end up as dom as what I’ve written before. It was oddly difficult for me to write dom scott. I struggled with this, but I hope you like it in the end :)

He didn’t know whether to curse his luck or bless it. You were too kind really, checkin in on him after noticing he’d missed school...again. Scott smelled you before he saw you, sweet cinnamon mixed with the thick, spicy scent of Old Spice. Scott never enjoyed the brand before but the moment he scented it on you, he swore it was heavenly. Now though, it filled him with dread as he mentally documented your ascent up the stairs, Scott pinned to his place in bed, from fear, or excitement, he wasn’t sure. There was a good chance that it was both that held him there though, the weight of these feelings crushing his chest and threatening to suffocate him as the sounds of your footsteps paused just outside of his bedroom door.

“Hey Scotty!” your voice was like music to his ears. Your scent burned as it flooded his system with pleasure. Fuck, this was so bad. Scot graced you with a pained smile, hating the way your smile faltered. You drew nearer, the alpha wolf tensing as a small grocery bag was plopped onto the bed.

“Brought you some stuff. Your mom said you were sick or something.”

“Or something,” Scott rasped without thinking. The scent of you was intoxicating, making it seriously difficult to concentrate.

“Hm?” you questioned, brows pinching and lips pursing in that confused pout you always had when you felt like you missed out on something. It was the same one that would never fail to make Scott’s heart do funny things in his chest. Who was he kidding though? Just your mere presence had his heart doing strange things.

Today was different though. Your presence didn’t elicit the same reactions. Today you made Scott hungry, ravenous even. Your scent burned him from the inside out. Your voice had him flushed and eager. Scott was in rut, an embarrassing side effect to the many benefits of his supernatural status. He’d been able to control himself at first. Alison usually helped every now and then. For the most part he was okay, though when he met you, it took everything he had not to jump you, which was why he planned to lock himself away. Alas, that plan had failed, and here you were, still waiting on his response.

Fuck, he needed to say something! Warm brown eyes flickered across your face, focusing on your lips. Bad move. Scott couldn’t think of anything else but how they’d feel against his own.

“Kiss,” he murmured, your brow furrowing deeper. Surely you had misheard him.

“Eh?”

“N-Nothing!” Scott quickly answered. He needed to get a grip! But it was so hard. You were right there. The object of his affections, so close. Scott wanted nothing more than to drag you down and ravage you, show you every pleasure known to man. Sadly, he couldn’t. He’d scare you away and he couldn’t lose you, not like that. So, Scott had resigned himself to a life of pining after you, a task easier said than done.

“Are you sure?” you pressed, Scott groaning inwardly. He didn’t want the subject pressed, fearful that you may see through him like glass. The wolf tensed as your hand reached out to take his temperature, fingers cool yet electrifying as a soft whimper escaped the alpha male. A single brow rose in curiosity, Scott’s face flaring a brilliant red as he realized what sound he’d made.

“I-I uh, it wasn’t...I was..um...” Scott fumbled with his words before giving up and clearing his throat. He had to think of some sort of excuse for his embarrassing sound, but when he looked up into those brilliant orbs, he’d forgotten everything. His mind went blank, lips parting as he gasped softly. He didn’t understand how one person could be so beautiful. Just the sight of you made his body ache, the evidence tenting painfully between his legs. Another whimper slipped from his lips, eyes falling back to full lips that he’d been craving for weeks, months even.

“Um..Scott?” you questioned, teeth dragging over your bottom lip nervously. You’d never seen the other act like this. Scott tensed at the sight, watching the skin pull before popping back into place, soft, wet and glistening. Your lips were calling to him, teasing him. Did you even understand what you were doing to him? He thought not, which only made it worse...or perhaps better. Fuck if he knew. All he wanted was you, beneath him, moaning, no..no, screaming his name. He needed it like he needed air to breathe yet, you knew nothing of it, dangled the proverbial meat before the starving wolf. Oh how innocent you could be at times. How badly Scott wanted to take you, ravage you, strip you of that inno-

“Scott!” Your voice snapped the wolf back to attention, heat crawling up his cheeks as he realized what path his mind had been venturing. Scott prayed that you didn’t glance down, that you wouldn’t notice the way his cock twitched in anticipation, in need for you, for your touch. His heart ached for it, his body begged, his wolf cried for it. The thing he wanted so badly, sat unknowingly right before him. “You okay? You’re really hot.”

“Uh, yeah? That’s uh...ahem,” Scott was dying, fingers digging into his bed sheets, claws ripping through the fabric. You had no idea what sort of torture you were putting him through as he watched the plump softness of your lips move with your words. It was hypnotizing, a soft growl rumbling from his chest. “It’s uh...” He was on the edge, teetering on giving in. Your eyes watched him, setting him on fire as they waited eagerly for his response. The way you were looking at him, he wanted so badly to make those beautiful orbs roll, those lips part and that warm voice of your cry out his name. The throbbing between his legs only grew, aching, between his thighs.

The straw that broke the camel’s back though, was the moment your cool touch smoothed down to his cheek, cupped his jaw. Brown orbs, threatening to glow the brilliant red of his alpha status, watched at you bent down, scent washing over him, invading everything thing that he was.

“(Y/n),” purred from his tongue. He couldn’t resist, clawed hand reaching up. In one smooth motion fingers wrapped around the back of your neck and yanked you down to meet the warm plushness of Scott’s lips.

The kiss was hungry, as if Scott had been starved from your touch. He didn’t even wait for permission before his tongue was pressing between your eager lips, and oh god...it was as if the holy lands had been opened to him. Hands grappled to hold you close, bodies molding together as if they were made to fit like this. Mewls rolled off your tongue, muffled by eager, passionate kisses. The way your tongue curled in Scott’s mouth, fought for your own dominance, it set the blaze inside of him burning brighter. He loved the game, basked in it, purred at the feeling of you trying to take charge, responding to him with fervor. He wouldn’t lose to you though.

Bodies turned, Scott flipping on top of you, settling between your thighs. Lips dragged down your jaw, savoring the taste of your flesh beneath his tongue. Never had he ever tasted something so sweet in his life. It left him ravenous, lips latching to a sensitive piece of flesh just beneath your jawline. Oh and the way you whimpered in response, it took everything in him not to rip off your clothes and take you then and there. He wanted you, needed you, growling as hips pressed up against his own, hardened flesh rubbing together with the most delicious of friction blossoming between the two.

“Sco-Scott...wai-..oh god, Scott~” you tried, and failed, to get things to slow down. It’s not that you didn’t want this, god you wanted it so fucking badly it hurt, but it was so sudden. Scott had always been sweet to you and you had noticed a few lingering glances. Never had you thought it would turn into this though. Besides, you were fairly certain he had a girlfriend, though the way he was devouring your flesh, marking your neck with multiple, pleasurable, deep purple bruises were claiming something completely different.

“Wh...What-... fuck, abo-nnngh~....What about....ahhh~..A-Alli-...shit...Allison?” you gasped out, arching when teeth grazed your collarbone. How in the flying fuck did this boy know every weak spot you had? It was like they were ingrained into his senses, something he innately knew about your body. It wasn’t fair! A petulant jealousy growing inside of you as more marks blossomed over your skin and none marred that beautifully softly tanned flesh.

“What?” Scott pulled back, the mention of the female’s name having shot through his lust-clouded mind. It didn’t bring him back, not all the way at least, though he was able to think, somewhat, coherently. “Why are you talking about her?” he groaned, dipping back down to continue his assault to your flesh. The soft groan that he was rewarded pushed a smirk on to his lips, fingers working beneath your shirt. Whatever sense Scott had momentarily gained was quickly washed away by such a beautiful sound.

His touch made your skin burn, and the thought of his relationship, whatever it may be, with Allison soon faded from your mind. It’s not like you could help it! You were horny and the boy of your dreams was literally ravaging you. It would be foolish not to take Scott up on his gracious offer, arms rising to aid in the other removing your shirt. It was hot and heavy and fuck if it wasn’t every wet dream you ever had all wrapped up into one. Lips that had once been ravaging your throat eagerly moved on to small rosy buds. Teeth nipped and pleasure shot through every nerve ending in your body. Lips wrapped around the right bud, sucking it into his mouth, tongue flicking and sending jolts of bliss through you.

It was hard to think, hard to breath, heavy gasps dragged into burning lungs as fingers combed through dark hair. They wrapped around silk strands, tugging hard as teeth pinched your nipple. “Ffff-uck~! Scott,” you whimpered, heat pooling between your legs, stiffening an already eager rod to the point of near pain. “Please...pleasepleaseplease,” you whined, hips rutting up harshly, grinding hard against Scott’s own. You needed him. You needed him so badly it was causing pain, eyes fluttering open to find those brilliant chocolate brown eyes nearly black with lust. It made you tremble where you lay, heart racing in your chest. The smirk that formed from Scott hearing it made your toes curl and butterflies erupt in your chest. Fuck he was amazing.

“Please what?” Scott spoke, the growl in his voice practically orgasmic. He could smell it, the lust that poured from you. It was intoxicating, Scott lowering to press his face into the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply in bliss. This was...you were....”Holy hell you’re amazing.”

“Scott,” you whined, squirming beneath him, a combination of need and ticklishness from his breath fanning across your neck. Never in your life did you think that this would ever be possible. Scott being into men was...it was laughable. Ever since you had known him he was into women and yet, here you two were, rolling around in the sheets, so desperate for the other it was nearly unbearable. If he kept teasing you for one second longer, you were going to lose it.

“Yes~” Scott mused, nipping soft skin as lips worked their way lower. The wolf revelled in the way your chest rose and fell rapidly, panting heavy breaths all because of him. Kissing lower, hands caressed their way down, gripping slim thighs, massing soft jean-clad flesh as his mouth worked over a flat stomach. He reveled in the way your breath hitched, highly tempted to press his face against the tent in your jeans, though admittedly that would be a bit weird.

“I swear...to god...if you don’t hurry up....” your breathless voice pulled the alpha from his thoughts, the smirk on those hungry lips of his only growing. It only seemed to flush you with heat, cock twitching beneath the constraints of now far too tight jeans. He was messing with you, taking his sweet ole time in ravaging you but you weren’t having it. You need him, needed Scott to keep touching you and you him. You needed to taste him, to feel him. How many times had you dreamt of it before, only to wake up hot and bothered and without the soothing heat of your crush by your side. For a moment, the thought that this was just another dream flickered through your mind but, well, you didn’t remember falling asleep. If fate was kind enough, you were awake and this was very real.

“What?” Scott rasped, tongue lolling out to run along the form tented between your legs. The strangled cry of wanting frustration was like music to his ears. “What are you going to do about it?” he purred, chuckling at the flash of determination in your eyes. The next thing he knew, fingers were tight in his hair, yanking his head back before lips crashed upon his own. A moan tore from his throw, low and guttural as it vibrated through his chest. The burn of pain on his scalp was euphoric.

Distracted, lips focusing on ravaging your own, Scott didn’t realize the tables had been turned until it was too late. He was on his back, your warmth atop of him as lips worked down his jaw and throat. HIs skin prickled, tingling warmth left in the wake of soft nips and kisses. Hands grasped your waist, tugging your form closer, hips rolling once again as pleasure blossomed through his body. It was heaven and, to be honest, if he so happened to finish early just like this, he wouldn’t even be mad. You were...you were amazing.

“I’m going to blow your fucking mind,” the words whispered, hot and heavy, in Scott’s ear. The moan he gave had you giving one in return as you worked your way down his form. Clothes were haphazardly discarded, tongue tasting, greedy as it traversed the chiseled planes of his body. You were unaware of what he was, the change that he’d gone through freshman year, though were quite delighted by what they’d gifted. Jeans were made quick work of, leaving you to ogle the gift you’d given yourself.

He was very well endowed, eyes wide as they stared at Scott’s flushed, hard length. Teeth raked over your bottom lips, a swell of nervous energy building inside of you. This wasn’t exactly your first rodeo, so to speak, but you’d only ever gone so far. How far was this going to go, you had no clue but -- glancing up at Scott, eyes met and you knew, then and there, that even if it did go that far, you’d never regret a thing.

There was a moment of breathless anticipation, a silent message passed between the two of you. You were asking for permission and he had given it. Swallowing down the nerves that had welled inside of you, lips parted to wrap around the thick heat in your hand. The sound Scott made was....there were no words. His moan vibrated through your senses, fogged over your mind and set desire newly ablaze within you. Eyes fluttered closed as Scott tapped the back of your throat but you weren’t willing to stop there. No, oh no. You’d waited far too long for this to wimp out at a full mouth.

With a deep breath, you relaxed your throat and allowed Scott deeper. The wolf nearly shot his load then and there, eyes flashing red as a growl rumbled loudly in his throat. Fingers dove into your hair, nails scraping over your scalp and eliciting a shiver. Scott needed more, nostrils flaring as he fisted your hair in his hand. He was gentle at first, pulling you up and pressing you down on his cock slowly, watching almost memorized as his length disappeared into your mouth. The pleasure tingled along his spine but it was soon proving not enough.

Eyes flashing with a predatory gleam that had your cock hardening between your legs to a near painful degree. Scott was using you -- a usually gentle and caring sort of guy stared down at you as he fucked your pretty little mouth and you couldn’t get enough. His muscles rippled beneath his warm flesh, slicked with sweat as he gasped through the pleasure, hissing as he felt himself edge towards release. Scott was close, oh so fucking close, but he wasn’t ready to finish just yet.

Oh no. He needed far more than just your mouth.

With a rough jerk, your lips left Scott’s cock with a wet pop, leaving them wet and glistening as you gasped in much needed air. You barely took a gulp before lips were crashing against your and your back hit the sheets. It seemed that the brunette was done playing games and for that you were all too thankful. The sound of ripping cloth as your mouth agape, the wolf’s name bolting from your lips as the tattered remains of your jeans were tossed aside. “Scott!”

“They were in the way,” he muttered, hands dragging you down the bed by your hips. The look on your face was adorable - eyes wide in shock as you lay splayed out beneath him. “Gotta problem with that?” Scott mused, the growl that seemed to reside within it at all times sending a shiver racing along your spine.

“N....No,” you muttered, breathless. That crooked smirk took your breath away, arms linking around Scott’s neck as you pulled him down for a kiss. He eagerly returned it, tongue licking its way into your mouth and quickly taking control. You felt completely surrounded by your long time friend, preening as his teeth sank into your bottom lip and pulled. You needed him, the ache between your legs no longer able to be ignored. “Scott...please,” your words were soft but his keen ears were able to catch it easily.

Head lifting from where he was ravaging your neck, there was a flicker in those dark eyes, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but god did you want more of it. “Beg.” The command was simple and yet your voice caught in your throat.

Whoever this was, whatever side of Scott that had suddenly been unleashed, left you utterly speechless.

Fingers wrapped around your jaw, forcing your gazes together as hips rolled slowly against your own. A choked moan bubbled from your lips as you jerked to keep the friction only to find that Scott had moved just out of reach. “I. Said. Beg,” he ground out, daring you to disobey again.

“Please,” you whimpered, ready and willing to give anything to find your release now. “Please Scotty I-.....I need you. I need you so bad it hurts,” you whimpered, some very real tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes. You’d never been this hard in your life. You needed his touch like you needed oxygen and that wasn’t even the slightest bit of an over-exaggeration.

“Good boy,” Scott mused, dragging you into a fiery kiss. The hand on your jaw slid down your exposed chest, slipping over the tent of your boxers. Hips jerked into the touch, earning a pleased chuckle from the boy above you. “So needy for me,” he cooed at you, fingers wrapping around your clothed shaft and-

“Fuck Scotty!” you choked out, arching into his grasp. “Please! Stop teasing I can’t...I can’t I need...” a tear rolled down your cheek as the need became too much. You squirmed beneath the wolf; gasping, red cheeks and in dire need of something, anything.

“You just had to ask,” Scott cooed as if he hadn’t just drove you to the brink of sanity. Hands made quick work of your boxers, thighs spread as he easily bent them towards your chest. Scott paused then, tongue flicking out to wet his lips at the sight of you exposed to him. Him and him alone. He was the only one allowed to see you like this from now on. “You’re mine you understand,” he demanded, eyes snapping to your own. The look in them had your cock jumping and your heart racing in your chest.

You couldn’t nod fast enough, eyes rolling as you felt a finger prod your entrance. “Say it,” Scott demanded, slowly easing the digit inside of you. For a moment your mind blanked, lips parting in a silent moan, walls fluttering around the intrusion. You’d waited far too long for it, a strangled breath the only answer the wolf was given. The digit curled, slipping out and jerking back in roughly, earning a deep, guttural moan from you.

“Say it y/n!” Scott demanded, plunging his finger sharply into you once more.

“I’m yours!” you shouted unabashedly, thighs quaking from even these simple touches. The smirk that graced the wolf’s face was worth it as Scott hovered above you, lips finding yours once more.

“That’s my good boy,” he cooed and you could have sworn your heart burst then and there. Lips molded together once again, his tongue wasting no time in tasting you. His finger was gentler now, working to stretch you. Between kisses, low grunts to beg and demands to voice Scott’s claim on you, he’d stretched you out enough to truly stake his claim.

With bated breath you waited as Scott lined himself up, shuddering as you felt his head press against you. For a moment there was a shift, the fog of heat lifting, and the Scott you knew and loved was there, eyes flickering over your face. “You want this right?” his voice soft, almost hesitant. You knew if you wanted to stop it now that he’d let you go, that he’d never force you into something you didn’t want, but you did want this. You’ve wanted this for years and finally you were going to get it.

“I want this, Scott,” you assured, a flicker of a smile shining on his features and in one slow, steady press of his hips, he was inside of you. In that moment you swear you had died and gone to heaven. That’s what this was, you were sure of it. There was just no way Scott was fucking you. No way that he had kissed you, claimed you as his and...”O...Oh my....Scott...fuck...oh wow,” you gasped between heavy breaths as fingers twisted in the sheets. Scott hadn’t even begun to move yet, but the simple feeling of him inside of you was just incredible.

Scott soon pulled out, slipping in slowly to test the water, growling in delight at the way you squeezed him. He’d never felt someone so tight, so hot - eyes flashing as his wolf demanded to crawl to the surface, to claim you properly, to mark you as his. There would be no mistaking who you belonged to after today.

The pace was quickly set, a harsh snapping of hips, thighs pressed to your hips as Scott growled in your ear. Arms were wrapped tightly around him, toes curled as you practically screamed his name. He was rough, wild and everything you could possibly dreamed but better. Sweat glistened on your skin, eyes closed as nails raked down the wolf’s back. “FUCK SCOTT!” his name bounced around the room, mixing with the sounds of his squeaking mattress and headboard against the wall, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him igniting pride inside of him. “THere! Right there please! Please Scott...Scotty I...I’m....cum, wanna cum,” you mumbled out barely coherent words.

“Say you’re mine,” Scott demanded, breathless, ravaging your body as you cried out in bliss. He was close, brows knit in concentration as his hips snapped against yours at an inhuman pace. “Say you belong to me.”

“Yours!” You moaned, hugging Scott as close as humanly possible. Your cock bounced between you from the force of his thrusts, a particular angle making you see stars. “FUck SCOTT PLEASE YES! YOURS! I...I’M YOURS! ALL YOURS BABY! PLEASE I’M...MAKE ME CUM PLEASE!” You screamed, voice rough from overuse.

“Alpha....call me alpha,” Scott rasped, nails clawing at the sheets as he fought for control over his wolf.

You didn’t even question the odd request, shouting the title as you felt your body tremble. “Alpha! I’M YOURS ALPHA!”

With one hard thrust you were toppling over the edge of bliss chanting “Alpha,” as each rope of cum splashed against you and Scott’s lower belly. A roar erupted from him, eyes burning red as Scott hit his high and spilled into you. It was warm, filling you quickly as he painted your insides a creamy white.

Gasping Scott collapsed on top of you, face tucking into the curve of your neck as your body melted into the dirtied sheets. “M’love you,” slurred sleepily from the brunette’s lips, barely registering in your dreary mind. Smiling softly, your tired arms linked tighter around Scott. “M’love you too, Scotty.”

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theloeylove · 6 years

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Genre: Fluff, Smut (slight)

Chanyeol x Reader

Word Count: 2,465

Summary: “Move on” they said. “It’ll be fun” they said. But what if NOT really moving on is actually much more and way even beyond to the bestest than what “they said”?

Part One || Part Two

December 2015

Stepping in a lavish doors of a fraternity house, wide grin scattered all over your features. Loud electronic music blasting out through the speakers nearly deafening you. Your best friends, Junmyeon, Jongdae, Jongin and Yixing have arranged a Christmas party for the year end just before all your peers could part ways for the holidays. Anticipations of nothing but living this night as if your last, swigging every bottle or cup of you don’t even need to know what as long it’s not a poison or pee, dancing your drunken body throughout the night — maybe getting laid too — sent shrills of excitement through your veins.

“Yixing!” You waved your hand out enthusiastically the moment you find him standing with couple of guys around him. His eyes formed into pretty crescents when he spotted you, waving back as he hollered your name. You walked up to him for warm embrace since you barely meet to hang out due to hectic schedules and just an utter pain-in-the-ass of a semester.

“Hi” you noticed the guys that once around Yixing now had their gazes on you. One with a silver-bluish hair that’s unruly but look absolutely gorgeous on him greeted you. His tall and lean frame towering over, standing out from everyone else.

“Oh by the way, this is Chanyeol. He’s one of the the frat boys here.” Yixing piped up introducing you to the tall one, telling them your name. He also introduced the other guys who were new to you, mentioning Minseok, Sehun and another three whose names seemed to have went passed through from your left to your right ear because you had all your primary senses solely focused on the first guy.

The smile masking his handsome face, pair of brown captivating eyes glinting in something inexplicable yet makes your pulse palpitate. Never in your life you met someone take an impact on you like this. You’ve seen many guys — sure it can be counted by a single hand alone — but no other had rendered you gawking just by watching his figure from head to toe.

“Nice to meet you.” He stretched out his hand to you for a hand shake. The corner of his lips turning upward more sweetly and gentle when you gladly took it.

From this day on you knew things will forever swerve your life from a dull boring course to a more exhilarating one. The grin that got stuck across your lips remained still from the thought. Enticement boosting up at its pinnacle.

New Year’s eve

Right after your individual separation for vacation, your best friends plus the recently new ones that Yixing had introduced you —and basically became your friends too— informed you for another party, again, welcoming the New Year. 🥂 holidays, particularly ending it with people who made your year meaningful should be forever held as long as you live. Junmyeon’s words, not yours.

Few weeks had passed since the Christmas party but the thought of Chanyeol hasn’t yet left your mind peacefully. You and him had shared a long intimate conversation the night you met. Adequately long to let you know he was single and had not been in a relationship for months, to let you know his passion for music is way beyond you could’ve ever imagine, to let yourself confirm that indeed the jokes he told you were apparently from Junmyeon that despite your normal self wouldn’t laugh at how terrible and lame it were, you still genuinely did. You weren’t sure if it was because you had a horrible standards for humor as well or the fact that it was coming from a guy you already had plotted out your future with. Predominantly long enough to let you know that this guy, is the one you wanted to be right by your side at both your bests and worsts.

“Three, two, one!”

Champagne bottle caps blew across the room, liquor pouring bubbling out to the floor. Jongdae, Kyungsoo, Sehun and Jongin each with bottles in their hands have gathered surrounding you and started shaking off opened bottles at you, drenching your whole outfit. You instinctively covered your face with your hands but alas proved it to be futile. You laugh instead hitting lightly whoever’s arms your hand landed to.

Your lids tightly shut preventing any harmful liquid to seep inside your eyes. Rubbing it off you called out, “You all got me this time.” They responded nothing but laugh and so did you. “Jerks.”

“We love you too!” Sehun quipped. You only rolled your eyes but found yourself smiling.

“I’m so sorry,” Jongdae came to engulf his arms around you after winding down from his mirth, “Happy New Year.” He warmly added neglecting your fully soaked body, pulling more for a tight embrace.

Others joined you for a group hug, Jongin pecked a kiss on your forehead, “Happy new year.” he greets.

“But where are Minseok and others?” You asked worryingly when you realized they were no where in sight.

The guys you were looking for then finally made an appearance, approaching you from Jongin’s behind.

“Happy New Year!” They all cheered in unison, delightedness evident in each of their handsome facades, atmosphere beaming with nothing but positivity.

“You’re late again.” Chanyeol’s voice made you shift your attention to him. His hair that was once silver-blue now had gone to natural pitch black, styled to pushed back up against atop of his forehead.

Grinning sheepishly you apologized, “Yeah, well I–“

Your attempt on explaining the excuse why you were late again was suddenly interrupted by a soft lips pressing onto yours. Too astounded by the action, your eyes kept open too wide you thought it would dry out. Chanyeol’s mouth didn’t insinuate to move for few seconds before releasing your lips.

“You always make invalid excuses.”

Within your peripheral vision, you’re keen to know everyone’s eyes were on you. No doubt considering the scene that the hot giant in front of you had created had caused them to. Of course you liked it, loved it even, however, it did bring heat up to your cheeks flaring hot red. Blushing wasn’t one of your forte, heck you weren’t even aware you have the capability to til now.

Damn this boy just can make you feel things that even yourself was new to.

“Oohh she’s red as a tomato!” Baekhyun teased earning a glare from you.

“She really is!” Junmyeon added.

“Chanyeol, look what have you done.” Kyungsoo chuckled.

Chanyeol’s eyes remained glued to yours piercing holes through your soul. You wanted to look away but too enthralled by his gaze you stood still. Knots inside your stomach churning as you strained the mixed emotions building up your system. Love, hate, humiliation, bliss, your mind could not even dissect.

“How about a steamy pleasurable night first thing of 2016?” A smirked had made its way across Chanyeol’s face ignoring some’s shocked reaction and the other some’s surprised but instantly followed by chortling it out, whooping clearly enjoying your unknown misery. Junmyeon and Minseok scolding him from too much vulgarity. You flushed even more unable to form any sentence, eyes bulged daring to pop out from its sockets, heart wouldn’t stop banging against your ribs.

You swear to good heavens this boy is just something.

As time passed by, you eventually ended up dating Chanyeol. Even at the early stages of your relationship, ample events had already happened. You had countless of sweet moments, watching movies chilling at either of your apartments, going out for romantic cheesy dates. One example, taking you out to a fine-dine-in restaurant for your first monthsary. Moving in to his apartment then before your third month. The next few months as a couple, he had severally went away with you for a road trip, driving out through cities, woods, beaches and country sides. The trips were fun, just the two of you, alone in his car. traveling almost to everywhere his vehicle could reach. Trying out various new things that albeit were way beyond your comfort zone yet venturous and would spice up the relationship so you let it happen. Hiking up hills, camping with tents on the camping sites you’ve been, kayaking across the streams, and, needless to say; having sex in public. Out in the lake when you skinny dipped one night, inside the car when he dared you at an empty parking lot.

The far most gutsy one you’ve ever did was when it was three in the morning and he woke you up because he couldn’t sleep and that he needed something. It was on your summer vacation when you were out for a trip at the beach where Junmyeon’s family owns a beach house. Of course you had no problem having an intimate intercourse with the no other guy you love, sure you can forgive the disturbance of your sweet slumber state too… the only thing is, the house had solely four bedrooms. One of it served as Junmyeon’s family’s storage room that left you all no choice but to respect it and have one room to be slept by four people.

That night you promised the rest of the guys that you and Chanyeol wouldn’t be like “a thirsty horny couple” — words by Minseok. Legislating the only rule that resulted your boyfriend to yearn over you. Longing as if he hadn’t have a piece of you just the morning before you arrived there.

Summer 2016

“Come on we have to do it I’m dying.” Chanyeol whined to a silent whisper beside you, pleading like his life depends on it.

You shushed him darting a serious glare, “Be quiet and go to sleep!” You hissed trying to silent his whining by clamping a hand against his mouth. Your eyes cautiously looking out across the room to the two beds that were just a mere meter away from yours. “Sehun and Baekhyun might wake up if you won’t shut the fuck up!”

His eyes illuminated by a lucent moonlight, you saw the begging were gradually dissipating. Him giving up at last you released his mouth. “There you go, good boy. Tomorrow if we ever had the chance to be alone, I’ll make it up to you, okay?” You whispered kissing his lips. He nods heaving out a sigh of disappointment. “Let’s just sleep for now, hmm?”

You turned your back on him, eyes fell to shut silently thanking God for calming Chanyeol down. Sleep about to swallow your consciousness when a hand slowly snaked its way up to your waist. At first you thought he was going to pull you for a cuddle but realization had hit you late when his hand sped its way down the insides of your underwear. The abrupt exploit made your whole body jolt, your yelp was cut off by his free hand now clasping your mouth. Muffling your wayward moans as he continuously rubbed circle motions on your sensitive area.

“Shh you might wake Sehun and Baekhyun up.” His deep burly voice resonated through your ears, goosebumps suddenly erupted from your skin. Your body quivering against him.

You could only pray to whoever almighty was up there that the two other guys would be in the very depth of their sleep.

Oh and the one of softies moments you had with him that even if how hard you hit you head and give you amnesia, you’ll never ever going to forget it.

Fall 2016

“Happy Birthday!”

The cheering of the guys caught you off guard. You just came home from an exhausting five pm lecture class, the energy that had drained out of your body were elated back up as your friends greeted you with warm blissful grins.

Baekhyun held a cake on his hands, stretched out to you as you approached closely. Sehun, Kyungsoo and Jongin holding up pastel colored balloons, Jongdae and Junmyeon had couple of wrapped boxes with ribbons on them encased by their arms — you spotted a few more by the coffee table behind them. Minseok placed a triangular party hat on you and lastly Yixing lighting up the candles on the cake. Faces all focused on you with beams of sweet gentle smiles. You managed to pull your lips for a smile refraining a cry on how lucky you thought you were having these set of amazing friends.

You swiveled your heel when the door behind you clicked open, “Sorry I’m late.” Chanyeol said, grinning as bright as the morning light. He entered with a fluffy copper red fur baby in his embrace. You gasped in awe as he walked to you handing you the cute Siberian Husky puppy.

“There goes the tears.” Jongin commented causing Minseok to nudged him.

“I had to pick him up from Yoora since it’s from her friend’s pet-shop.” Chanyeol explained when you make no sign of reacting yet. “Happy birthday,” he greeted sweetly.

You could no longer restrain the tear that had rolled down your cheek from too much joy you’re feeling right now. You wiped it off immediately, “Oh my god you guys, seriously” you couldn’t even word out the emotions flooding down your system.

They only responded by softening their eyes and smiles on you except, “I know we’re too sweet and you’re happy because of it but my arms are starting to get tired. I’m sure you wouldn’t want this delicious chocolate cake all over your and Chanyeol’s carpet.” Baekhyun breaking the mood, you choked out a laugh blowing out the candles. Kyungsoo and Minseok hitting his head in unison, unlucky for him being at both on his sides. You just giggled, smiling at them.

“I know—actually all of us know how much you’ve been dying to have a Siberian Husky specially this color so I got you one.” Chanyeol added petting the puppy’s head.

“So what should we call me him?” Kyungsoo softly asked and you look at the puppy in your arms, knowing exactly what you’re going to name him.

“Loey.”

It was going all so well for the whole year of you dating. 2016 was your year, the one and only year you could ever call the best out of the best. It was like all the things your heart ever desired had been thankfully bestowed upon you the moment you met Park Chanyeol. The moment your best friend Yixing had introduced you, incessantly mentally thanking him for doing so. Thanking every Gods and heavens there might be above for blessing you such of an angel giving your life a whole break from pain and cruel events you have dealt with since you were born.

Unfortunately tho… nothing in the reality world lasts forever…

Or maybe except death..? Because pretty much everything else don’t, right?

A/N: Hi!!! This is my first ever fanfic, post on tumblr EVER. lol pls send me feedbacks either message me or tweet me or something bc as a beginner into both publishing what i write and in using tumblr effectively. Even if it’s a negative feedback I would be very much glad to read those. I really need to hear from you.

Should i continue this series or…?

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Passion Food

Summary: Hisako and Akira have fun with aphrodisiacs.

"So it's settled." Erina adjusted her reading glasses before scribbling her signature on the twenty ninth page of the document in front of her. In today's meeting they were going through the lucrative tasks titans of the gastronomical wanted to put before the Elite Ten Council—for a hefty price of course. "Aldini and Mito-san will fly to Milan this weekend to advise Chef Batali on his new restaurant's menu. All expenses will be covered by the chef, of course."

Everyone knew that Tōtsuki consultations didn't come cheap. "Hmm," Ikumi said. "What should I pack? Aldini, is it cold in Italy this time of year?"

"Not too bad, I think," he said. "I'd still bring a jacket though."

"Yeah, makes sense."

"I wonder if it's a charter plane or a commercial flight?"

"Definitely charter," Ikumi decided, "It's chef Batali we're talking about. But what snacks should we bring?"

"Next order of business," Erina all but growled. These meetings lasted twice as long as they did back when she was tenth seat because everyone on the council was so chummy now. Her grandfather said nothing like this has happened since Chef Saiba was a student at Tōtsuki. She shook her head vigorously. Now was not the time to think about Saiba-san.

"A renowned se..se...what?" Erina looked up, her face flushed. "That can't be right, right? A s...se...seeeeeeee."

Curious, Alice snatched the paper away from her flustered cousin. It had to be something good to make Erina drop her professionalism.

"A world renowned sexologist wants us to develop a gourmet dish using natural aphrodisiacs to recommend to her clients. Hmm."

Alice looked around the room. Tadokoro was about as red as Erina; they'd both be useless at something like this. Yukihira and Ryo, though both geniuses in their way, had neither the sensitivity, nor the background in herb cultivation to excel at such a task. Maybe the underclassman? No...Alice wouldn't be a cruel senpai. "Alright!" she sung. "I'm going to give this one to Hishoko and...Hayama-kun!"

"You don't have the authority," the pink haired chef began.

"Oh, but I do," the Nakiri replied. "In the event that the second seat is unable to perform her duties as head of the task distribution committee, the fourth seat is in charge. You have the medical know how. You're most qualified for it."

"Yukihira!" Hisako tried, appealing to the first seat's veto power.

Souma scratched the back of his head. Truthfully he hadn't been paying that much attention. "I mean, she has a point, Arato."

"Better get to work," the Nakiri sang. "You too Hayama-kun. As part of my faction, I expect you to excel."

"When did I become part of something like that?"

"First year. When you assisted with my booth on Main Street."

"For the last time, it was the Shiomi Seminar's booth!"’

"No back talk!" Alice slammed her hand against the table. "Now, shoo, the both of you."

Once they were gone, she turned towards her fellow council members. "So who wants to make a bet?"

"I'm listening," Ikumi said.

"¥70,000 says they make out by Monday."

"You're being cautious," Ikumi observed. Her wagers usually went into the hundred thousands. "But I'll match it," she then glanced towards the second seat, who still seemed to be in shock, and lowered her voice. "Arato-san is just like Erina-sama when it comes to that stuff."

Alice shook her head. "That's an act for Erina's sake."

"We'll see."

Just then, the Nakiri in question seemed to come back to life. "Anyway, where were we?"

Alice smirked. "Just sign your name here, Erina."

On Saturday morning, a black car arrived in front of the Shiomi seminar. "I can't believe I'm already sending you off," Jun wailed as he put the spices he would need into small plastic containers. "I mean, she seems to be a nice girl but-"

"It's only Elite Ten business. I'm not even particularly fond of her. Don't be so dramatic, Jun," he chided.

"It's professor Shiomi!" she insisted.

"Just remember to water the plants while I'm gone. Don't forget what happened last time."

She sighed. "Yes, Hayama-kun. Good luck!"

"Thanks." Then, not wanting to keep the driver waiting any longer, he got into car and was chauffeured to the Arato mansion, which was about a half hour's drive from Tōtsuki's campus center.

It was a traditional estate with a small pond and multiple gardens behind the main house. The property was larger by far than the on-campus Nakiri mansion. Two maids awaited Hayama in front of the main house.

"You must be Hayama-san," one, a dark haired woman, said. "I'll bring your belongings to one of the guest rooms."

"It's alright, you don't have to-"

"Please," she insisted. "There are many rooms in the Arato estate, and you might not find your way back."

"Okay..." Somewhat reluctantly, he handed his duffel bag over and the woman disappeared into the manor.

"Hisako-sama is out in the herb garden," the second one explained. "I can lead you there now, unless you'd like some tea first."

"No, that's fine," he replied, feeling a lot like he'd just entered a world class hotel. "We should probably get straight to work."

After a ten minute walk through the compound, they reached the herb garden. Hayama was greeted with the sight of Erina's secretary strolling barefoot with feather light steps through the different plots. With a woven straw basket in hand, she'd bend down every minute or so and add something to her collection.

"Oh, Hayama-kun." She finally spotted him and gave a little wave. "I'm almost done here. Just give me a minute." She pulled a root of some sort out of the ground and then made her way over to her classmate.

"Hisako-sama." The maid gave a little bow. "Is there anything more that you require?"

"Has someone delivered Erina-sama's weekend schedule to the Nakiri mansion?"

"First thing this morning, Hisako-sama."

"Perfect. Thank you, Hana. That's all I required. Please spend the rest of the day as you wish."

After the young maid took her leave, Hisako realized that her classmate was staring at her incredulously. "What?" she asked.

"You're a princess," he deadpanned. Almost everyone at Tōtsuki has some wealth but this...to think that someone who grew up with all this could trail behind Nakiri the way she did.

"Don't say that," she laughed and started walking to the kitchen. "They just act like that because I'm not home often."

When they reached the kitchen, Hisako placed her basket on the counter alongside other ingredients she'd set out. "Cinnamon, nutmeg, guarana, and is that...maca root?" He quickly figured out her herb and spice blend, but feigned some uncertainty for her sake.

"Your powers are truly frightening, Hayama-kun," she joked.

"So you're making a dessert then," he predicted.

"I thought that would be the best choice for the task at hand," she explained as she began to chop up a large block of semi-sweet dark chocolate.

"It's going to be a molten chocolate cake topped with raspberries and powdered sugar. You have a different idea in mind, though?"

"A curry."

"Why am I not surprised?" she laughed. "But will that really...um...you know?" Hisako bit her lip, looking down.

"Will it make them want to have sex?" The spice expert smirked at her. To think she'd doubt him. "I'll let you be the judge then, Arato."

Under his amused stare, her face and neck flushed. Still, she forced herself to look him in the eye. "In that case, Hayama-kun, you should taste mine as well."

"The limit is two hours." Hisako resumed her cooking. She mixed the batter and poured it into molds, and dissolved the ground maca root and guarana in spiced rum to make a decoction. Then, as she started to temper the chocolate filling—a skill she picked up during the second year of high school—it hit her. The overpowering, irresistible fragrance that always accompanied Hayama's cooking gripped at Hisako like a physical thing, heating her from the inside out.

The seventh seat shook her head and took off her cardigan, leaving her in only a floral sun dress. She had to stay focused! Still, that spicy, umami packed aroma whispered to her, tortured her. In a moment of weakness, after she'd slid her cake into the preheated oven, Hisako turned to look at Hayama on his side of the kitchen. Surely her own dish must be having a similar effect on her opponent. But alas, the spice king appeared completely focused on his own cooking.

Hisako rolled her eyes, less than pleased. But the day was still young, and she would make him yield to her world of cooking once and for all. Over an hour later, when she'd taken the cake out to let it cool, Hayama approached her with his dish.

"Tell me how it measures up."

With one look at those smug green eyes, Hisako knew she was in trouble. But with her head held high, she ate a spoonful of the curry. Almost immediately she broke into a sweat. The heat was tantalizing, heightening her senses. The rich umami of the goat meat burst forth in her mouth. The potatoes, with their hint of sweetness caressed her palate in just the right way. It entire dish was like an attentive lover whose every move was for the sake of her pleasure.

Despite he best effort, she released a deep moan. Her knees nearly buckled.

"I didn't know Nakiri's secretary could make sounds like that."

"Y-you shut up!" She squeaked, all the while waiting for her heart rate to slow. After regaining her composure, as much as she could anyway, she topped her own creating with powdered sugar and two raspberries. "Here."

He tasted it and seemed to have no reaction for a while. Hisako braced herself, expecting to hear that she was useless or limited. But instead he leaned down, looked at her and said, "I was wrong. Arato Hisako, your world of cooking is boundless."

Those words that she'd been hungry for since the day he defeated her in the autumn elections flipped a switch in Hisako, and it might have been the curry, or the look in his gorgeous eyes, but before she knew left from right she was kissing him—long, and hard, and breathless. Then Hayama's lips were on her neck, and she threw her head back, releasing another moan.

Suddenly, a wild shriek sounded from one of the gardens where an onlooker gazed at the pair through binoculars. Then the two came to their senses.

"What was that?" the spice prodigy asked.

"My stalker, probably," she sighed. Hisako smoothed her hands over her rumpled dress. "Okay. We are both way too good at this. It’s dangerous."

"True," he admitted. And then a pause charged with uncertainty passed over them. "So do you want to try again?"

"Sure, sure. Maybe this time we can improve the fragrance if we-" but then his lips were on hers again. "The smell would be stronger...if we switch...the rum you used with...bourbon whiskey," he told her between kisses.

"Yes," Hisako gave a contented sigh. "Why didn't I...think of that before?" Why hadn't she thought of any of this before? Why hadn't she been kissing and caressing him since the day they met?

When the effects of the food wore off, they perfected their recipes and presented them to the client, who said it reminded her of her first love affair.

On Monday morning after Sadatsuka Nao had filled the Elite Ten's suggestion box with hate letters addressed to Hayama, Alice waved her outstretched hand at Ikumi. "I told you I had a sure way of knowing. Now pay up, Mito-san."

Author's Notes: So, I posted this on fanfiction.net a year ago, but I thought it was applicable. Happy Hisako day, everyone!

#shokugeki no soma #akisako #arato hisako #hayama akira #hayama x hisako

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