#its funny how jealousy is their defense

[tremendum]

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(gif not mine) pairing: din djarin x afab!reader (gender not specified, descriptions of afab genitalia)     rating: explicit.  (18+. mdni.)     requested: yes, here !!! word count: 2.7k  summary:  Din lets out a shaky sigh, finally turning around in the chair to face you, legs spread slightly, "it's not like- I don't not want to- I just haven't-I don't know where to start."  warnings:  SMUT. there’s like no plot. teasing, PiV (unprotected), Din has a praise kink, he begs, inexperience, loss of virginity, brief allusion to rough sex if you squint, yall cant convince me Din isn’t a stuttering little mess, riding in the pilot’s seat!!, sliiiight dom!reader, slight discussion of Din being ashamed he’s a virgin, idk what else tbh  notes:  thank u for requesting this! i just wrote it in like 30 mins haha. i hope yall like it i love my space cowboy boyfriend <3  this is unedited. reblogs/comments always motivate me hehe

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you stare at the cold metal in front of you. 

it stares back silently. 

your hand is itching to just go knock, to raise a few inches and rap your knuckles upon its shimmering, textured surface; it'll be so simple. so easy, definitely one of the easier things you've ever done. 

but the conversation that awaits on the other side- well.

that's not so simple. 

"why don't you go over there, Din?"  a glint of beskar as his head whips to you, alarmed. thrown off. a head tilt of irritation, "excuse me?"  a raise of your eyebrows, "oh, sorry, didn't realize we were playing innocent." you jut your chin towards the young woman who stands, twirling her hair and making bedroom eyes at Din from across the bar. jealousy curls up your throat - he'd been staring in her direction since you'd arrived, too. "come on, she's been staring at you the whole time. go- go do your thing." 

"that isn't funny." he mutters, causing the chilled pint of ale between your fingers to sear you as you flush. tough crowd.  "why do you assume I'm joking, hm?" you tilt your head again and he shakes his head. it's painful, the way you and Mando have been dancing around each other for weeks. a brush of a leather hand on the small of your back, a kind chuckle at something you say, your hands soothing over the thick cowl that hides his sore knots - the ones that form in his shoulders from carrying the jetpack - a murmur of your name when you're in danger, the curling of your hand around his arm in crowded public spaces. you're sure it's torture, but it seems neither one of you can make the move. 

"she's not looking at me like- like anything." he dismisses, arms curling over themselves in a cross of defense. you hum a laugh; who wouldn't look at Mando like that? 

"oh, c'mon. jus'go up and talk to her. she's probably dying for a big man like you to toss her around." you elbow him, winking. a slick, regretting coil of envy curls around your stomach as you take in the way his helmet tilts from you back to her; what the fuck are you doing? you silently beat yourself up, cheeks hot with the swirling complacency that befalls you following several drinks of ale. you sound like a complete moof milker as you let yourself encourage Mando to- to what, pursue another woman? 

how does that make sense to your brain?  

there's an echoing thud as Din slams his fist hard on the bartop. you jump, eyes wide as he shakes his head, turning to stalk straight out the doors, leaving you behind in his anger. 

yeah. the wall has never been so daunting before. 

you know you upset him earlier. he's been cooped up inside his bunk the whole night after you returned alone from the cantina, and no matter how much you've tried to ignore it, you know that it's your fault that you've made him angry. 

your fist raises. 

the metal whooshes before you can make contact, though, and your eyes meet the hard chest of beskar before you can take a step back. a soft oh leaves your lips as his helmet tilts microscopically down towards you for a moment; he's pushing hard past you with a fierce silence and without a second glance in your direction. 

"wait!" you call as he disappears up into the cockpit, the silence sterile in the Crest as he stalks out of view. you chew your lip as you scramble to follow him, knowing you at least owe it to him to apologize for what you'd said. 

he's sitting in the cockpit, fiddling with the controls as you soon start to engage in liftoff protocols; a thudding jolt as the Crest lifts off sends you stumbling into the chair as you stare, wide-eyed, shocked at Mando's abrupt behavior. he didn't even warn you that he was preparing your next track. 

you try; you really do. seven different attempts - yes, you counted them - to get him to speak, casually commenting on the smoothness of the Crest after your last maintenance day, asking him if he remembered the coolant you'd forgotten a few cycles ago, telling him about Grogu catching a flying-Banda and swallowing it whole mid-air; stupid shit. 

all you got in response was silence.

a sigh, maybe - his helmet wouldn't turn anywhere near you, and your glare cuts through the glinting on his head as stars race above you. it was just like when you'd first met, agreeing to go with him and work maintenance or grogu-sit when he needed it, and existing in weeks of silent tension, the man surrounded in so many walls that he could be armor-less and still the most impenetrable person in the galaxy. 

he was cold. you'd pushed him back into the shell you'd spent months working to chip away. 

"Din." you say flatly, crossing your arms. he doesn't respond; not even a huff, or a grunt, or a movement of muscle to indicate he heard the word. 

"look, I just- I want to apologize. okay?" you say desperately, shaking your head. but he catches you off guard yet again as he speaks up, voice heavy and more hot than normal; like he's been stewing with his thoughts for far too long. 

"-I don't want some random woman. I don't just sleep with anybody because I think they're attractive." his voice moves through the cockpit in defiance and you sit back in your chair, blinking for a moment. oh.  

you clear your throat, unsure how to approach what he's said; a sick, twisted part of you scowls at his insinuation that he'd found the woman from the bar attractive; but of course he did. she was. and you're unable, still, to deny the throbbing ache of desire that dully spreads through you at the very dim prospect that you are not just a random woman to him.

"I was out of line. I over-stepped." you try again. 

"do you think I'm upset that you teased me back at the cantina?" he clips, taking you off-guard. your brows furrow, tilting your head, "y-yes?" it comes out like a question of your own, in your doubt. 

he sighs. the weight of it smashes you back as you furrow your brows; he will not go into another bout of silence again, you won't let him. no. 

"what is it, Din?" you ask gently, leaning your elbows onto your knees. 

he breathes out, hand twitching by his side. "I just-"

you're not sure what spurs his sudden admission; be it from frustration or a genuine desire to confide in you, his only companion besides a 50-year-old baby. 

"I don't have- I don't have much experience." he admits, voice laced with embarrassment. he sounds much more unsure of himself than normal. "because of the Creed- I have lived differently than others." 

oh. oh.

you flood with emotion, eyes flying wide. "oh, Din-" you feel like you're on fire in embarrassment, shaking your head in regret, "I'm- I didn't even think about that. I shouldn't have-" 

"please," he almost whimpers it, "stop." 

you do. 

he lets out a shaky sigh, finally turning around in the chair to face you, legs spread slightly, hands on his lap. "it's not like- I don't not want to- I just haven't-I don't know where to start." 

you nod, throat dry. his composure, the sweet genuine tilt in his voice; your underwear slicks as you wait for him to continue. the air feels... thick with anticipation. 

he's breathing more shallowly, his hands gripping his beskar thighs as he keeps your gaze. "I don't...know how to get what I want from..." he stops, his helmet fully facing you. your words are dead on your tongue as you stare at him; your heart thunders as you beg him to say it. 

"from you." he finishes, body still as he awaits your reaction. 

heat spreads through your entire body as you stare at him, fire licking your fingertips. he wants- he wants you. he wants you. 

you swallow your fears in one sentence, "have you considered... asking?" 

your voice has it's desired effect. his chest almost shivers as he lets out a soft breath, hands clenching as you stand from your seat to walk, slowly, towards his chair. you're more than thankful you'd had the thought to change from your hunting clothes; your shorts, breezy and loose, sit barely below the curve of your ass and you don't miss the way Din's helmet moves with the sway of your hips.

his helmet tilts to stare up at you when you set your hands on each side of his arm rests, leaning in close. you can smell his scent as you smile sweetly, "I would say yes, you know." you whisper next to his helmet as he lets out a strangled noise. 

it’s a split second before he shakily groans. "I want you." he finally gasps, "I need you." 

you let out your own shaky breath as arousal floods your underwear, arousal swirling in your stomach. "I want you too, Din." you press a soft kiss to his forehead, the cool beskar tingling your heated, desiring lips. 

his hands remain clenched until you slide yourself onto his lap, settling yourself to straddle him in the pilot's chair, a fantasy you've imagined almost every night since you've met the man. you don't even suggest removing the beskar; he deserves to be comfortable as possible, and you flush when you realize you like the sharp bite of the metal on your bare skin. 

your hands explore the long, sturdy planes of his chest and neck, over the ruched material, threads loose under the tips of your fingers, armor cold. you can feel him under your aching heat; he's already semi-hard, his breath falling from his helmet in breathy grunts as you slowly, gently rock against him. "you can touch me, Din." 

it's like he's snapped to life; hands fly up to your hips, tugging your chest impossibly close as he mutters into your ear, "fuck, cyare." 

it starts slow; your bodies glued to each other, exploring every inch you'd desire to discover before, the blue-electric lights of hyperspace coaxing the two of you into a dreamlike state. 

but he gets desperate quick. 

he's groaning, straining hard and thick against his flightsuit; as your hand falls to palm him as you rock your clothed clit over the material, you're momentarily concerned that if you aren't warmed up before taking him, he may not fit. "you're so big, Din." you whisper as your lips flutter along the seam of skin exposed between his helmet and cowl. he lets out a moan of your name, one hand pulling you by your back towards him, the other digging into the plush of your ass, sneaking under the fabric of your sleep shorts. 

"cyare, please-" he gasps, voice begging, "need to- need to be inside you." 

you smile, kissing the hot skin of his pressure point, tongue slinking up as his heart pounds. "there, that's how you ask, Din." 

you press another kiss to him, your hands moving to undo his flight suit, pulling his thick cock out; he ruts upwards with a sharp moan, hand digging into your ass so hard it may leave marks. 

pre-cum leaks out of him in beads; he's so goddamn hard, whimpering at your touch. you feel your slick dampen your thighs through your underwear, shivering with desire. 

you pull your underwear to the side swiftly, rising onto your knees as he stables your hips up above him. his chest sputters, grunting as you start to move your hips, teasing him with your velvety wet cunt. 

broken grunts of Mando'a leave his helmet, his fists tightening as his helmet falls back to thud against the back of his pilot's chair. "please, mesh'la, please." he mutters. 

you can't wait any longer; soon you're shifting, prodding yourself over his head, gently taking just a bit of him inside you. your gasps are in tandem at the tight, warm stretch; "Din, y'gonna fill me up so well." 

he moans at that, hands rising to hold your shoulders, his thick, muscled arms swallowing your frame as he hums, "fu-uck, n-need you mesh'la." 

you nod, your breath fogging up his helmet as you desperately shift your hips, preparing to take him into you. and then slowly, you let your legs relax slightly. 

"M-Maker-" Din stutters, the weight of his helmet dropping onto your shoulder as you slowly lower yourself; his cock, thick and warm, eases you open gently, the pain of his stretch curling your toes in your boots. “yes,” you hiss, swallowing dryly as your hands, stabilizing themselves on his neck and shoulder, grip tight. 

you have to ease yourself down onto him; his hips buck up harshly, as if he can't help himself, his tip sheathing so far into you that it prods at your tender cervix, causing you to yelp in pleasure. 

"s-sorry." he mutters, hands shaking as he holds on to you, "can't-f-fuck, it feels so- you feel so warm. y'so tight. ’m not gonna-" 

you nod desperately, starting to move yourself, fucking him slow as his hands hold you. 

"feels good. you're so good, you're so good for me." you mutter, causing his cock to twitch deep inside you. he moans loud as you mutter praises, his cock so deep; dragging through your walls, hitting an angle which nudges that delicious spot inside you.

a groan of your name has you smiling as you suck a mark dark onto his neck; you start to build up the pace, the simmering arousal soon spurring you to chase the building pleasure. 

"yes, yes." you nod, peppering kisses over his throat, nails clawing to expose more of the forbidden, golden skin. you feel him clench below you; his hard, cold thighs tense under the beskar, the muscles of his abdomen flexing under the protection as the lewd noise of your connection echoes through the cockpit. 

he's close, you know it. 

you want him to cum, you want him to be consumed by it; you want him to consume you, you want to consume him. you tug him as you maintain your pace, legs burning as you chase your own orgasm. 

"y'gonna cum, Din?" your voice is laced sultry and aroused, fogging his helmet as he nods, broken moans of ecstasy leaving his helmet. "yes, f-fuck- I-" 

"yes, cum, baby." you mutter, his hips soon spurring to thrust up and meet your own movements, the pet name making him shiver. you let out a yell, cracking with pleasure as he holds you immediately to you, his whimpers echoing with your moans. 

he finishes with a moan of your name and a slam of his fist hard onto the console next to you; all of the lights in the cockpit shut off at his action but you can barely notice as his orgasm paints your channel, hot and thick. you're out of breath as he rides out his high, ropes of cum filling you. 

he twitches inside of you as you stutter to a stop, your wetness causing a stain on his flightsuit below you. 

his head lifts from your shoulder, voice wrecked, chest panting. "you didn't- you didn't finish." he sounds confused, embarrassed. 

you flush at his statement - he just had sex for the first time, and is disappointed you didn't cum? you let your hands rub soothing circles over the parts of his shoulders that aren't covered with armor. 

"n-no, Din- that was 'bout you." you sigh, pressing a gentle kiss to the contoured beskar of his cheek. "we have next time." you ensure him, gasping as his hips still rock up into you gently, his softening cock pushing his cum deeper inside of you; holding it there. 

keeping him inside you. 

he stiffens, head rising to look at you. "no." he mutters, his hands dragging down your spine, catching on your hips, sliding back up to grope your breasts. "show me how to make you cum now. please, mesh'la." 

another rush of arousal floods you, shivers running down your body as you grin with a flush. resisting a loud moan of desire, you nod gently.  "okay." 

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[yzzart]

imagine daemon and rhaenyra’s pretty daughter, who has such a close bond with her brothers, jace and luke (like in your ‘now im here, with you’ fic). never far from them, hugging them, holding their hands. and in return, they’re incredibly overprotective of her.

and then there’s aemond, driven wild with jealously 🤭

— Flavor of a jealous dragon.

© do not repost or translate !

characters: Aemond Targaryen x (F)Targaryen!reader.

summary: witnessing one of your brother's trainings, you can witness the jealousy of a dragon.

warnings: incest, explicit language, explicit words.

word count: 2.978!

english's not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

"It's so strange to see him fighting the wind."

The youngest prince whispered, in a peaceful, mocking way, for you. Your lips couldn't resist trying to prevent a knowing smile, finding your younger brother's speech funny, from appearing quickly.

Really, it was strange to see a person with a sword Indeed, it was strange to see a person with a sword slashing only the wind and pretending that there was a person there, but you wanted to support your little brother.

"He's doing fine." — You uttered the words as you returned to stare at a little Jacerys training session. He was practicing alone, at that time. Some guards suggested training him, but your brother decided for himself that he preferred solo training. — And it was impossible to disagree that he was doing very well.

And Jace, insistently, decided to train in the sacred grove. It didn't matter to him if the place he chose might be a little too small to fight with his sword, he decided and is getting what he wanted. — With each sudden, swift step, the admirable leaves of pure red hue, which lay on the ground, moved in accordance with Prince Velaryon's feet.

You felt pride in being able to witness your brother demonstrate his skills and new ways of fighting. — In fact, it was much more interesting than being locked inside your chambers or going through several meetings about the future of the throne. — And seeing Jace increasingly become a worthy fighter was important to you.

"I think you should train too." — Taking your eyes and attention away from Jacerys, you begin to glare at Lucerys; that when he feels you staring at him, he lowers his head. — "Luke…" — The velaryon mumbled something it wasn't possible to understand.

"I don't think i should and i can't see myself fighting with dignity." — He muttered with his tone of voice of sadness mixed with indifference. That mix had a name and it was insecurity, and you knew what it was about like no one else.

The feeling of insecurity dominated Luke's mind, it was like a plague; words he once said to her. The feeling of insecurity dominated Luke's mind, it was like a plague; words he once said to you. — One thing that sometimes dominated him more than usual and sometimes fear joined in and brought a heavy and confused mix of feelings.

Having the rank of old sister, you know your brothers and sisters like the back of your hand. — Like a dragon with its rider. — And witnessing all the events with all of them, you get a sense of how much and how all the feelings came to them and with Luke it couldn't be the other way around.

And you knew Luke hated picking up a sword, even if it was in self-defense and that had happened once before. — And ended up with a person missing an eye. — And that person was Aemond, your uncle and your lover.

You tasted and found out what the word love meant with Aemond. It wasn't just a common feeling, that he was not worth your time or lost your focus on strengthening your family. It was more than that.

Living between complete love and hate is not an easy thing to live with and witness, it felt like a punishment from the good gods. A punishment that will always haunt you.

Lucerys did not harbor a sense of anger or indignation over your relationship with the man he'd blinded in one eye, on the contrary, he respected you. — He looked up to you, always will, and also always respects your decisions and feelings.

"You deserved to be happy." little Lucerys had spoken those words to you.

However, that did not mean that the relationship between Aemond and Lucerys could improve. — Only the good gods, who all begged for the blessing and good life, knew what would happen between those two worthy princes who shared the same house.

"I think otherwise." — A quick and pure response was directed at the prince. — "Dignity has always been with you and in you, Lucerys." — You directed your hand to the side of the youngest's head, intending to make a small and simple caress. — "Since the day you were born."

The last words almost came out as a whisper. Your voice had shown a certain weakness because of the feeling of emotion that was growing in you. Seeing your little brother like that broke your heart, and it seemed that there was no miracle cure or medicine that could heal that pain.

Your fingers passed through the youngest's brown locks, showing more than simple and meaningful affection. — Lucerys needed this. He needed support, and he didn't want to hoard those fears just for himself.

"My dear little brother." — You plead, beg the youngest Velaryon to look into your eyes. Deep down, you knew Luke was fighting himself not to meet your eyes, afraid of a reprimand or complaint.

In long seconds, Lucerys decides to turn his head in your direction and soon, his blue eyes, with the pigmentation of the ocean, e of the youngest meets your eyes the color of pure purple. — His eyes looked so empty yet searching for a lifeline at the same time.

"You are my point of pride." — You said. — "With sword or not, you are still worthy of everything about you and around you."

A small smile, shy but a little contagious, formed A small smile, shy but a little infectious, formed on Lucerys's short lips. — It was already a good start. — You didn't stop smiling at the boy.

The uncomfortable, sad and tired image of Lucerys from before was gone in a matter of seconds, and you never felt so good about your brother in your entire life. — The good gods were recognizing that.

"Kirimvose, issa mandia" (Thank you, my sister.) — The thick accent during the Valyrian lines was uttered from Lucerys's mouth. The fact that Lucerys was more confident with his High Valyrian than Jacerys was was funny to you. — But, you always kept it to yourself.

Lucerys didn't intervene or stop the small, light movements, the petting you were giving him, in his head. He was enjoying that attention and time with you. — You noticed it, of course, but you didn't think to remove your hand from there.

In a matter of seconds, you started to feel like you were being watched. — Well, you were watched everywhere, by the guards who looked after you and your life, and by the civilians. — But at that moment it was a strange thing. A strange feeling. — Maybe it was in your head, or it must be the stress you've been going through lately, so you decided to ignore it for a while.

"Is spending time with my older sister or does that only go for the younger brother?" — Jacerys's voice exclaimed in your ears, snapping you out of your worried thoughts.

How long had Jace stopped his training?

"Oh, shut up." — Luke grumbled, not caring about his brother's joke. Jacerys just laughed and didn't want to upset his brother any further, and quickly noticed his scowl and put it in his mind that he should ask what was going on with him later. — "Can we go? I feel like i'm going to get dizzy if i see you spinning alone with your sword one more time."

Lucerys couldn't hide the feeling of boredom and weariness that had been building in his body since the minute he arrived. The youngest, at that moment, preferred to spend time locked in his rooms.

"I was so bad..." — The words that were ready to come out of Jacerys' mouth end up being interrupted. It was a somewhat disturbing surprise for you, to the point that it drew your eyes towards the young man.

It looked like he had seen something that bothered him in a bitter way. The expression that fit Jacerys's face was one of disgust, mixed with anger and you were ready to question what had happened or what had passed through his eyes.

"Mandia." (Sister.) — The thick accent with a weak but understandable pronunciation slips, purposefully, from Jacerys's mouth. He didn't change his expression even when calling you and also, he didn't look away to the specific point that angered him. — And your thought, or perhaps a sign from the gods, left a small certainty about who would be there.

Without questioning, or letting a miserable word escape your mouth, you decided to turn around and find out at once who had angered your brother. — And maybe, who was watching you the whole time.

With his costume made of pure leather and severely sewn and well worked, with its pigmentation of pure black; the young man who was feared by all in the region and recognized by the kingdoms, was present there. — Probably, witnessing his nephew's training but that wasn't why he was there.

Aemond watched, from afar, what looked like a small meeting between brothers, even though you were totally different. And he didn't even make a miserable fuss or try to hide the look he held. — It wasn't easy to figure out the kind of look the one-eyed young man was delivering but you can be sure that when his one eye passed by you, he was left with pure admiration and enchantment.

You were staring back at him but fighting, in a strong and resistant way, a smile that even you couldn't explain. — And it would be so embarrassing to make the mistake of being happy with his presence in front of your brothers, you thought.

Aemond's posture was rigid, more serious than usual, it was as if something had bothered him too and it wasn't the nephew's attempt to subpoena with just the look. — That would never happen. — And he didn't want to appreciate what made him that way, and without delay, he decided to walk to leave the place.

And you knew how to recognize the fury of that dragon and you felt that you had to go to him.

"You'd better stay here." — You uttered an order, but not in a stern tone of voice or so strong as to startle them the wrong way. Jacerys wasn't going to question, or even say anything about, your decision and you understood that. — Lucerys was no different from his brother and remained silent, and only a brief sigh escaped his mouth.

Your eyes swept over the Velaryon brothers, a silent farewell to them for that moment. The anger and disgust had drained from Jacerys's face, returning to his neutral expression but with sensitivity because of you. — Moving your lips, you say "Avy jorrāelan." (I love you.) directly to each one.

"We'll be here for anything, remember that." — Jace warned you with determination

Leaving that part of the woods, your steps, with the joint of your long dress, end up taking some red leaves but not preventing or disturbing you to your greatest focus. — But you fear that the end of your dress might be a little filthy and you try not to think about that possibility too much.

In keeping with your quickening steps, the fewer servants and guards you observed and encountered during your little journey to find your lover. An urge to ask one of them where the one-eyed prince could have gone crossed your mind but you decided not to. — And when you least expected it, your vision has the privilege of finding the image of the oldest's back.

According to the wind speed, which was a little strong, Aemond's pure white hair moved.

There were no guards around that part, and you didn't find that strange; Aemond could have asked for time alone and that was understandable. — And it was a good time for the two of you to have some alone time too.

Your steps weren't as precise as before and you weren't as nervous, not in a bad way but completely different. But your heart was pounding and it was amazing how Aemond's presence, and just one look, could move you and your body. — A lump felt like it wanted to form in your throat but you knew you had to fight it.

"Aemond?" — You beat yourself up, mentally, for the small moment where her voice called out to you with a weak edge. A bad time for this to happen; but for your old lover, your voice came out perfectly sweet and woke him up instantly.

Your voice woke Aemond from all bad thoughts or those that led him to a dark feeling, a feeling where he wasn't recognizing himself in some stupid moments. You brought him back to his consciousness with just your voice. — No one from all the kingdoms conquered by your ancestors, not even the one-eyed prince's own family could know that he felt that way in love with you, his niece.

An uncle and niece in love. House Targaryen, the house of dragons, had seen this for so long and you had compassion to see your parents having the same story and look what happened. — Like parents, like daughter.

"I came to think you were going to be with those boys." — Without completely turning his head in your direction, leaving only a part of his face in your field of vision, Aemond utters those long words trying not to show what, in fact, he was feeling. You, in the same miserable second, understood what was corrupting the oldest

Aemond was jealous and under the circumstances, you were surprised and a little disturbed by what was going on around you. You knew that just questioning or pressing what he was feeling would not work and could make the small situation worse for the two of you. — And Aemond needed your attention and care.

"ñuha jorrāelagon." (My dear.) — Going towards him, you place your hands on the side of his face. You felt Aemond's body shudder with your touch and it couldn't be your hand, which was at a slightly warm temperature, but it was the feeling of being touched by you.

The prince's one good eye not only stared at her but admired you. The way an amethyst-colored eye took in every point and line of your face and claimed you were a painting made, delicately, by the good gods. — The Targaryens were closer to gods than men and Aemond was sure in that moment that he was being touched by an angel, that even he considered you a goddess.

"I hate the idea of ​​having you away from me." — Aemond quickly looked away from her but for a short, brief moment. — "And having to watch those damn kids with you is the worst thing i could ever face in my own house."

When he mentioned his nephews, Aemond didn't think twice about venting all his anger and contempt. He had reasons to feel that way, to corrupt himself like that, and you hated to see him that way. — And it hurt just as much to see your brothers like that too.

And it was right there that Aemond gave up hiding the jealousy that was completely dominating his body.

"I'm here with you, aren't i?" — Your hand, which was being held beside Aemond's face, made a lingering caress to get his attention and regain his focus. Immediately, the elder's single eye meets your eyes again. — "I won't hold back your feelings, Aemond, but i hate to see you like this."

The sincerity in your words calmed him down a bit, letting his posture soften for a little while.

"And they're my brothers, and my duty as an older sister is to care for and protect them." — It was necessary to mention this. It was necessary to disassemble Aemond that he didn't need to feel jealous over that circumstance. — "But you're the man i love, and the man i gave myself completely to."

The last words that came out of your mouth, filled the void that was starting in Aemond's head. An emptiness he was beginning to understand there was no need for. — He might not understand or at least care about the mention of his nephews but that statement of you, was all he needed most.

"I love you and i will always love you." — You ended with your sweet statement. The words of pure honesty were carefully directed towards her lover, always being interrupted.

In the blink of an eye, in such a quick moment of time, Aemond wasted no time in bringing your lips to his. The kiss was formed in a surprising way for you, not only by the quick movement he implanted but you felt the mixture of feelings that Aemond was going through during the act. — Passion, admiration, a little anger, were in the middle of that kiss. It was easy to feel.

One of Aemond's hands roamed around your waist and lingered there, only a brief grip was left by him. It was a delicate, honest moment with pure passion, so it wasn't necessary to turn it into something more illicit at that time. — The hand that was left was glued to the side of your face, as you were doing to him.

Aemond didn't want to take his hands off you, he didn't want to lose you between his fingers. The sensation of touching you, your face, or even your waist covered by the long garment, was fascinating for the feared prince. — If you count, the feel of your sweet, so soft lips against his.

Aemond is the man you loved, and no one could tell you otherwise or try to stop your burning passion for him. The man who made you discover what the word "love" meant. — And he was the dragon who would die and kill and face anything and everything for you.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x you #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond the kinslayer #aemond one eye #prince aemond #aemond #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #game of thrones

[www-jungwon]

jealousy (is a very good look on you)

pairing minho x fem!reader

synopsis everyone gets jealous. even minho, no matter how much he tries to deny it.

notes idek what this is its like 1 am and i rlly wanted to write a minho fic even though i should be sleeping so here ig also dw the operation kdrama teaser is still coming out as normal

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You’ve been glued to the same stool next to the bar all night, mechanically sipping your mocktail while you ponder how you managed to let Minho guilt trip you into coming. Except it’s so loud, you can’t even really ponder over the noise. 

“Hey.” you look up, and this guy is sitting next to you at the bar, smiling at you.

“Um, hi,” you mutter back, but it’s so loud he can’t hear you, and his smile is wiped off into confusion.

“I said, um, hi,” you shout the last word, but it’s so loud and you don’t talk very loudly naturally. 

The situation is so ridiculous that you start to laugh, and then he starts to laugh, too, until you’re both laughing at the fact that you couldn’t even say ‘hi’ back to him over the noise.

“Hey.” you turn towards the familiar voice of your boyfriend. His expression lacks any familiarity, though. You’ve seen him annoyed before, sure, like when people use his skincare for the wrong purposes, but you’ve never seen him angry. It’s scary, how he glares at the mystery guy sitting next to you, and you watch his laughs turn into fear as he falters and then almost evacuates his stool, like if he stays any longer he might die.

The coldness on Minho’s face vanishes suddenly, and he turns to you, pressing his forehead against yours so you can hear him.

“What did he say that was so funny?” he mumbles, lips brushing your eyelids.

“Nothing, we were just laughing because,” Minho buries his face into your hair and wraps his arms around you, “wait a second.” 

“What?” he asks, into your hair. 

“Were you jealous?”

He pulls away fully, crossing his arms around himself defensively, and scoffs.

“What? Me, jealous? No way.” 

You start to laugh at him, but unlike normal, he softens at you. 

“I make you laugh harder than him, right?” “So much harder.” you grin, reaching up to pinch his cheek. “Especially when you’re jealous.”

He glares at you, swatting your hand away,

“I’m not jealous.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.”

You start to laugh again, and his pout flickers into a smile.

Maybe coming to this party wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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note: don't follow me for minho fics lol i don't normally write for minho

#minho x reader #minho xo kitty #minho xo kitty x reader

[agent-troi]

scully and mulder's dynamic visibly changes after the onset of the season of secret sex

i've been thinking about how dd and ga deliberately played season 7 like mulder and scully were sleeping together, and i think there's solid evidence of that in the differences in how scully reacts to mulder appearing to show interest in another woman before and after the season of secret sex begins (i'm using millennium as the before/after divider bc i think that's what dd and ga decided, but this is based on my vague memory of a reddit comment about it which is how i first learned that the season of secret sex was a thing)

so overall there's an undercurrent of insecurity, borne of scully's uncertainty regarding precisely how mulder feels about her and what her place is in the hierarchy of things that are important to him in his life, that exists in the pre-millennium incidents and is glaringly absent post-millennium:

before millennium:

(i'm not gonna include phoebe/fire here bc i don't think scully's awareness of her feelings had yet risen to the point where she'd be truly jealous, i'd characterize her in that ep as largely protective of mulder and unwilling to let him deal with phoebe's games alone. it also helps that he's clearly not happy phoebe is back in his life again, unlike his much more positive reaction to diana)

war of the coprophages- the second scully finds out about bambi, she immediately hops in her car and drives up to miller's grove to join mulder, bc letting him investigate cockroaches alone was fine but god forbid he spend quality time investigating an x-file with an attractive female scientist who isn't herself- that's their thing!!

syzygy- to be fair the planetary alignment situation was exacerbating her- and mulder's- behavior here, but her jealousy of and hostility to detective white were still real, even if she would've been able to rein in her emotions better under normal circumstances.

diana fowley arc- i think this speaks for itself, lol

alpha- this is an interesting period in their relationship: after most of the diana shit is over, but before the tension between them is fully resolved (a process which to me begins with milagro/the unnatural and ends with amor fati, but that would be its own post lol).

other than introducing himself to karin as "fox" (maybe as a way to appeal to her preference for canids lol) and thus implicitly giving her permission to call him by his first name (which she proceeds to do throughout the episode), mulder doesn't seem to show much in the way of attraction to her.

even when he touches her hand to move the mouse, he's more interested in what's on the screen than in paying attention to her:

karin, however, is visibly affected by the contact, a fact which scully immediately notices:

later in the car, they have this convo, the last line of which is so heavily laden with diana subtext it's not even funny:

scully's reaction to karin is similar to her reaction to phoebe in that she's motivated mainly by wanting to protect mulder from his own naive, trusting nature, and from someone she believes is seeking to take advantage of it, rather than being motivated primarily by jealousy and defensiveness. she doesn't really believe that karin is a genuine threat to her relationship with mulder, but with diana still fresh in her memory she can't afford to not be vigilant. hence why she confronts karin alone later:

here scully demonstrates that she somewhat empathizes with karin (mulder is also someone who challenges her, makes her feel fulfilled and happy and alive). karin's response indicates that she has correctly deduced the basis of scully's dislike/distrust of her, and also acknowledges scully is the dominant one as it relates to the territory (mulder) that they are sparring over.

scully looks away at karin's "feminine wiles" comment, revealing the nagging insecurity about her place in mulder's life that diana's arrival exacerbated and that will continue to plague her until amor fati.

after millennium:

rush- when mulder looks back at chastity in the hallway, scully's reaction is to possessively grab mulder's sleeve and pull him away into the interrogation room:

and his response is to laugh and say "what?" like he doesn't know he belongs to her and only her.

keep in mind this happens just before they interrogate tony reed, and right after they finish interrogating him this shit happens:

i already made a post last week about how insanely flirty they are in this episode, but this scene!!

she's pouting and giving him big doe eyes and playing with his tie!! at work!! in public!! she feels comfortable staking her territory in such an obvious way (also playful rather than hostile) bc she's not longer insecure about her place in his life!! i can never be normal about this i'm sorry ssdfgksdgsjdkfhkjsdf

first person shooter- when mulder checks out jade blue afterglow as she's leaving, he leans so far over in such an obvious, exaggerated way, almost as if he's deliberately trying to get a rise out of scully, but all she does is raise her eyebrows at him and lean over to block his view (while smirking):

and then he says he's "feeling the great need to blast the crap out of something", an almost direct quote of scully's line from their convo in the autopsy room right before they went down to the station:

and her response is to SMILE at him!!

pre-millennium scully would absolutely not have reacted this way in this situation. just like in rush, the insecurity that previously haunted scully whenever mulder seemed to be close to or interested in another woman is utterly absent here. they're joking and teasing and enjoying each other's company like they've always done, but there's a different dimension to it now. pre-millennium mulder would never have made a show of checking out another woman like that right in front of scully (unless a planetary alignment is affecting his behavior ofc lol), and pre-millennium scully would never have found it amusing.

(side note: people were debating on twitter a while back about whether this scene was ooc for mulder, and tbh i'm not sure what my own opinion is bc to me the whole episode has an air of... unreality? idk but it gives me similar vibes to post-modern prometheus, like maybe it's real or maybe it's just someone telling a story or it's somewhere in between, and it's also got that same unserious feel idk how else to describe it)

anyway, back to my main point, which is: dd and ga are damn good actors in the way they were able to subtly telegraph this shift in mulder and scully's dynamic. one might be able to argue that the insane flirting throughout season 7 isn't by itself evidence of the season of secret sex bc on some level they've always been like that, but to me these specific interactions provide important clues that the nature of their relationship has changed.

#if anyone can think of any more examples where mulder expresses interest in someone who isn't scully pls let me know #i feel like neither of them do that very often lol #they're just too obsessed with each other #txf meta #long post #i spent the afternoon writing this instead of working on my wip #mad respect for kae and trish and tiger and anyone who regularly writes super long meta posts bc damn this was surprisingly time consuming #season of secret sex #x files #fox mulder #dana scully #mulder x scully #msr #david duchovny #gillian anderson #war of the coprophages #syzygy #diana fowley #alpha #rush #first person shooter #txf s3 #txf s6 #txf s7

[deadpool15]

Jealousy

Some say jealousy is an ugly trait. Well, they haven't been in a relationship with Korea's top choreographer. And they especially haven't met Tatter. That bitch is like a roach that won't die. I've tried on multiple occasions to bring up the issue to Bada, though she just gives me constant reassurance. Most would be satisfied with that, "Baby, you're the only woman for me. You're the only one I see. I don't even waste my time thinking about anyone else."

Now, sure, that's amazing, and I love her for that until Tatter steps doing some shit. From the fake tears to looking out for hugs and kisses on the cheek. It's like she lives off the attention. She is sneaky with it, waiting til she believes I'm no longer in the room. Out of site out of mind for her. It's hard to talk to Bada about it, though. She sees Tatter as her little sister. Sadly, Tatter doesn't share the same mindset. Even going as far to fake as being insecure in situations gets some attention.

You see one thing I had to get used to wad the touchy movements. I mean I had met BEBE before I was dating Bada. Even then it was a bother to me. I'm not a touchy person, but Tatter sure is. The slick shit she does when she thinks I'm not around is so fucking funny.

Bada- Baby, if you not busy you can come to the studio with me to keep me company. Seems I'm gonna be here longer then I thought.

I glance down at my phone and see a notification. "Oo, it's from my girl." I say will getting so excited. She has been so busy with work. I miss her. I look down at the message and smile and immediately start getting ready. As we have already established, I'm down bad for this woman. Shit, on our first date, just watching her order food had me fucking wet. How can someone be so fucking beautiful?

I grab a pair of sweatpants that are obviously not mine. In my defense, nothing I wear is mine anymore these days. Then, I put on a top that's basically just a nipple cover at this point. I mean, sue me, it's hot as shit in Korea right now. I then start to get some snacks and making sure to grab my keys and make my way out the door.

Talia- Aww someone misses me. I'll be there soon are the girls there?

Bada- No, everyone left just me, and I need motivation, baby. Hurry up.

I get in the car, making my way to the nearest chicken spot. Got to make sure to get her favorite. And grab a couple of cokes. Then, I start to make my way over to Bada. It's takes about 30 minutes before I sit in the parking lot of JustJerk building, I grab everything inside the car and walk to the entrance. I'm greeting by Gina, the receptionist at the front desk, asking me how my day was and what not. I always feel bad because I can never remember her name. Then, after our little chat, I walked towards Bada's studio. It wasn't hard to find its it seemed she was the only one who was still working. I walk inside with a struggle, "carrying all this fucking food."

I was busy trying to finish working on the choreography for NCT's newest comeback, which I was almost done with until I heard laughing. I turn around and spot my girlfriend. I ran over to her, picking her up and spinning her around the room. "You took forever, I thought you changed your mind about coming." I tell her with a slight pout on my face. She grabs my cheeks, smashing them together, "I would've told you if I changed my mind. Now, before you ran over here like you were raised without any home training, I was carrying so found for you, Ms. Lee, that has now landed on the floor. It better still be good." I place her down, before looking at the floor see the boxes of chicken, "Baby, you didn't have to get me food." She grabs my cheeks again. "Of course, I did. You sit in here all day overworking yourself. And neglecting your health at times. So, you will eat, plus this can be like a little date for us. " I smile at her before hugging her. I truly do love this girl.

"What would I do without you?" I know I tell myself that every day." We then sit there telling each other about our days, how she is struggling in her classes at time, but then she takes breaks and remembers it's not the end of the world. Maybe I should do that. Before we can continue, the door opens. "Tatter? I thought you left and went home for the day." I look over a Talia hoping praying that Tatter leaves before some shit goes down. Talia and Tatter have created this unspoken beef, but for my sake, they keep it cool, sometimes. "Oo, yea, so while I was on my way home, I realized the reason we were struggling with the dance was because the moves are clean. Like they are sloppy. So I came back here to help you with it?" I stare at her, smiling slightly, but before I can tell her to politely leave, Talia speaks up.

"Hello Tatter, nice to see you too. How are you? That's great. I'm doing just fine. Thanks for asking. It's so nice that you take time out of your busy schedule and acknowledge my existence." She says bitterly. Tatter just looks at her and smiles, "O, sorry Tania, I didn't see you there." "it's Talia you knew that though bitch." I look at both of them already seeing where this conversation is heading. "Tatter l, thanks for stopping by. But, I think we should just worry about that tomorrow. Today's been a long day. I see Talia getting ready to make a slick ass remark so I stop her, "Talia don't fucking start. Tatter leave. Now." She rushes out, looking sad, and I turn around to see Talia getting up and leaving.

She rushes to the bathroom and tries to lock me out before I catch the door and push her inside. "Wow Bada how fucking nice of you to welcome yourself. She basically comes in this bitch throwing shots at me and leaps on to you making it see as if im not in the fucking room and your response is Talia dont start. Great job on making your girlfriend feel secure in her relationship." I stand there staring at her before grabbing her hips and placing her on the vanity area. She stops her little rant and simply glares at me. "I was trying to calm the situation before you started coming at each other physically. I know how you are, baby. That would've ended well." I grab her chin titling her head upwards to make eye contact.

"I know how she feels about me. I'm not slow, I'm aware. But I've told you I only have eyes for you, plus it is hard to look anywhere else when you show up taking care of me." I push myself against her. She drives me fucking insane, those big glossy lips, her fucking curly hair sitting at the top of her head in a slick bun. And those big beautiful eyes are just so ready for me to do anything to her. "I'm sorry baby, how about you let me make it up to you, huh? Gonna make you feel so good you know I always do." I slowly start kissing her neck while moving my hand down to her pants.

"You look so fucking good baby, my good girl right?" She sits there nodding her head in a daze. I grab her underwear and push them aside making my way directly to her clit, then I start to press down on it causing her to grab my arms. I'm sitting here whimpering, trying to reach my neck to pull me down for me kiss. "Please... please Bada just fucking put them inside." She tells me while trying to cover up her moans. I immediately stop. "Baby, you know I like to listen. How am I supposed to know I'm doing a good job? Come on baby, be a good girl and move those hands for me. Don't you want my apology, yea? I know you do, baby. She starts to hide in my neck, moaning. "Sound so good, sweet girl. Just sit back and let me make it up to you."

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #bada lee x reader #bada lee #street woman fighter x reader

[guess-my-next-obsession]

The Stable Girl: Chapter Six

pairing: joel miller x f!reader (Sunshine)

chapter rating: E (fem masturbation, unprotected piv, creampie, cum eating, sibling conflict, protective!joel making a return, semi-public sex, oral fem rec, another creampie bc why not)

word count: 7.3k

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“Sunshine, you seen my damn boots?” Joel was pacing around downstairs like a chicken with its head chopped off, his boots nowhere in sight and his class at the community center starting in fifteen minutes.

“Hm, why don’t you come check up here?” Joel’s brows creased at her response as he walked back up to his bedroom, confused as to why she didn’t just check herself if she was already up there until…

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he gasped at the sight of her stripped bare on the middle of the bed propped up by his pillows, his much too big boots on her feet, her legs spread wide displaying her wetness, her fingers pumping in and out filling the room with a wet squelch, her other hand kneading her breast. “You tryin’ to tease me?”

“Not a tease if I’ll let you have it,” she purred and he felt himself throb, his resolve fading with each squelch of her fingers inside her pussy. Pulling them out, she lifted them to her lips and sucked on them, an involuntary moan slipping from Joel’s lips at the sight. “Tastes so good. You sure you don’t wanna try it for yourself?”

“Baby,” he whined, his palms itching to feel the soft skin of her thighs, his mouth watering at the memory of her sweetness. “This ain’t fair.”

“Come on, just a taste.” She returned her fingers to her pussy, pumping a few times before pulling them out again and holding them out for him. He found himself crawling up the bed against his better judgement, absolutely entranced by her seduction. She grinned like the devil when he sucked her fingers into his mouth, a groan vibrating her digits as he licked them clean. “Doesn’t that taste sweet, baby? Don’t you want some more?”

“You know I do,” he shook his head, laying on his stomach and resting his mouth right in front of her dripping heat. “You don’t know how bad I want to eat your pussy, baby.”

“Then do it,” she urged with a hopeful smile, Joel’s work ethic overriding his absolute lust-driven state and pulling him back onto his feet again. Sunshine frowned and he let out a sigh.

“I promise the minute I get home, I’ll take care of you, darlin.” She didn’t try to hide the disappointment on her face as she took off his boots and tossed them onto the edge of the bed, Joel sitting down to tug them on and lace them up.

Joel watched her as she stood up and slid her clothes on before leaving the room, his feet quick to follow her downstairs.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked as she packed her backpack up in the foyer, her shoes being tugged on shortly after. “I gotta get to this class, sweetheart. It’s my job. You know I’d love to stay here and make you feel good but instead—“

“Instead you get to go be around all those women that show up just to flirt with you,” she finally spoke, Joel’s eyes widening for a moment before he found himself chuckling. Sunshine shot him a glare and he held his hands up in defense. “It’s not funny. It used to be funny, I used to not care, but we’ve been together for a month now and they’re not stopping.”

“Baby,” he cooed, still amused by her jealousy, knowing that there was a bigger chance that hell would freeze over than him cheating on her.

“I just wanted to remind you why you should be with me and not them,” she frowned, Joel’s smile now dropping at the sincerity in her voice—the genuine worry that she carried.

Surely she couldn’t possibly think he’d ever look at anyone besides her? He didn’t have the capacity. He was too consumed by getting to come home to his soulmate every night to think about much else.

He spoke her name—a rare occurrence—and cupped her face with both hands, her eyes soft as they looked into his. He needed a second to remember what he was going to say, his mind spinning from her eye contact. “I am yours. I—I can’t even tell you how yours I am. If my body would allow it, I’d take my heart and physically hand it over to you because it’s yours. I am yours. You ain’t gotta mark your territory, don’t need to remind me of anythin’. I know exactly what I’ve got and I don’t plan on doin’ anythin’ to lose it. Okay?”

“Then say it,” she whispered, her eyes flickering to his lips for a moment before lifting again.

“Say what?” He asked in an equally quiet tone, his heart racing a bit at the thought of telling her those three little words that weren’t little in the slightest.

“You know what,” she poked his stomach and smiled a bit, his nerves fading. “Because if you say it, I’ll say it. But I’m too scared to say it first—“

“I love you.” He interrupted her, a grin slowly growing as she beamed up at him. “I am so in love with you, baby.”

“Yeah?” She asked in a half-chuckle, half sob, reaching to hold his face in her hands as he nodded in confirmation. “I love you so much, Joel. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say that.”

He chuckled to save himself from crying like a baby, her lips crashing against his and arms tugging him to her tight. He hummed against her, pressing her by the hips against the entryway table. He’d long given up caring about his obligations, consumed by everything her. He knew he’d get a scolding from his younger brother, an even harsher one from his sister-in-law, but no one else in the entire world mattered when she was with him like this—loving him like this.

“Your class,” she breathed out against his lips when he lifted her onto the table, pressing himself against her.

“I don’t care,” his kisses trailed down her chin to her neck, soft moans filling the entryway as he licked her pulse. Her hands fell to his flannel, unbuttoning it and pushing it off his shoulders. He growled as his lips found hers again, his arms scooping her up off the table and carrying her back up the stairs. “I love you, baby. Love you so much.”

Now that he said it, he never wanted to stop. It was his new mantra, the closest thing to a prayer that he’d ever come close to uttering.

“I love you,” she moaned when he set her down on the bed, her hands tugging him down by the neck when he tried to stand upright. “I want you so bad. Just like this. Please.”

God, he stood no chance when she whimpered for him like that—when she begged him to do something any man on this god forsaken planet would kill to do.

“You have me, baby. You have me,” he unzipped himself and shoved down his jeans while she lifted the hem of her dress, tugging her panties off and tossing them elsewhere. With their foreheads still pressed together, he pushed deep inside of her, the two of them crying out in harmony at the snug fit. “S-so…fuck. So fuckin’ wet.”

“You feel so good,” she whimpered, cradling his face as he slid out all the way before pushing back in, his cock twitching inside of her with need for more.

“How do you want it, baby? You want it slow?”

“Want to feel you…want to feel how much you love me,” she begged, her lips needy as they found his for a couple sloppy kisses, his grip on her hips tight as he started fucking into her at a brutal pace. He breathed out as he focused on not cumming too soon, one hand leaving her hip so that he could cup her cheek with a trembling hold.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Can’t believe you love me,” he confessed in a whisper, pecking her lips before pulling back again to take in her flushed state, eyes screwed shut as her walls started flutter around him. “Fuck. You cummin’ already, baby? Does it feel good when I fuck you like this?”

She couldn’t answer him for an entire minute, her orgasm taking her far away to the seas of bliss.

“S-so good.” She nodded adamantly once she regained her ability to speak and opened her eyes, gasping at him and reaching up to trace his bottom lip with her thumb. “You’re so beautiful, Joel. So so beautiful.”

“Fuck, baby,” his hips stuttered, brows furrowing as his euphoria started to spread from his cock throughout every single nerve in his body. She hummed at him and welcomed him onto her chest as he came deep inside her, his breathing deep and rapid as he rode the waves until they’d gone away, leaving him spent and satisfied. “We get better at this every time.”

“Yeah we do.” She chuckled and stroked his hair back as he laid his cheek comfortably against her chest, his hands running up and down her sides. “Tommy and Maria aren’t gonna be happy.”

“No, but I sure am.” He lifted his head and placed a kiss against her chest before standing up, tugging out his spent length and watching as it dripped out of her and onto his sheets. He didn’t mind the mess, not when it was so fun to make it. “That’s so fuckin’ pretty, baby.”

“Yeah?” She reached between her thighs and scooped up some of his spend with her fingers, lifting it to her lips with a wet pop, his cock twitching as it lay dangling. “How’s that look?”

He shook his head at her with a grin, leaning down to kiss her deep enough for him to taste himself on her tongue, both of them moaning at the filthy act.

“You keep that up and I’m gonna have to do it again,” he warned playfully, smiling against her lips.

“We can do this for the rest of our life,” she smiled at him, her hand running across his face as though he was something that earned such gentleness. “How’s that sound?”

“Sounds pretty damn good to me,” he chuckled and stood up again. “Maybe I should show up late. Better than never showin’ up at all, right?”

“Yeah, and I’ve got to get home to tell Matt the news.” He smiled as he thought back to last night.

She was in his arms, the two of them freshly satiated and tangled together. He’d been meaning to ask it since the first time they’d slept together, but he’d been too nervous. Move in with me. It slipped out naturally, as though it had always been meant to. Still, it didn’t make him any less nervous at the thought of her denying him—but she didn’t. Okay. She said it sleepily, no shock or hesitation in her voice. And then, the two of them were asleep—another night of heaven in the books.

“You think it’s gonna go well?” He asked as he tucked himself back into his jeans while she stood up and tried to find her panties, Joel finding them first and handing them to her.

“No,” she chuckled and shrugged. “He’s gonna tell me we’re moving too fast. That I’m being stupid.”

“Do you think we’re moving too fast?” He asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice.

“No,” she smiled up at him and walked over, pulling him down for a sweet kiss. “And I don’t think I’m being stupid either. I trust you—trust us.”

“Yeah?” He asked with a smile, her head nodding. “I trust us too.”

“Then nothing else matters.” She leaned up to peck his lips again before grabbing his hand. “Alright, let’s go deal with the real world. And remember, if Joana throws herself at you again—“

“I’ll just tell her I’m happily in love with you.”

•••

“Look who’s home,” Matthew sounded just like your father, or at least like the father you vaguely remembered from your childhood. You sighed and kicked off your boots, running your hand over your dress to smooth it out as you approached him on the sofa, sitting down at the other end of it. “You know, I spent my entire life looking after you, taking care of you…I never thought I’d get rid of you. I couldn’t wait for the day that you were no longer right there up my ass, never thought I’d miss having you around. But now I do. I miss you, sis.”

“I haven’t gone anywhere,” you reminded in a soft voice, suddenly becoming his kid sister again. “I’ve just found someone that I love and that loves me. Shouldn’t you be happy for me?”

“I am, I am,” he sighed, running his hands over his face. “But you think he’s perfect, and he’s not. You think he’s all there is to life, and he’s not. I’m just trying to protect you so that when it ends, you’re prepared—“

“It’s not gonna end, Matt.” You shook your head and looked down at your lap. “Joel is the real deal. He’s not playing a game, not gonna love me and leave me. It’s real, him and I. And I’m begging you to get with the program.”

“Listen, I like Joel. He’s an incredible fighter, a good guy, tries to do right by everybody…but he’s also twenty years older than you.” You rolled your eyes at his argument, the age difference between the two of you hardly even a thought in your head. “You said it yourself, he had a twelve year old by the time this all started. You couldn’t even read yet!”

“You’re making it a thing when it’s not. I am twenty-eight. I met him as a grown woman. Stop trying to make this something weird when you know it’s not.” He scoffed at you and shook his head. “Matthew, nothing you say is going to change the fact that Joel loves me and treats me like I put the fucking sun in the sky. I’m not ending this because our age difference bothers you.”

“I’ve heard things about him. Bad things. He used to be a hunter. Used to kill people for—“

“I know what he used to do. And I also know that he isn’t that man anymore.” You stood up and walked out of the room, your brothers low blow infuriating you. Matthew followed you into your bedroom, watching as you packed your things into bags.

“What are you doing?” He asked with urgency.

“I’m moving in with him. That’s what I came home to tell you.” He shook his head and walked over, stopping you. “Matthew, I am almost thirty years old. You can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

“So all those years of me taking care of you—“

“I’m grateful for you doing what you did to keep me alive. But we made it. We’re safe. I’ve found someone to spend the rest of my life with and I don’t need you to worry over me anymore!” You pleaded, desperate to salvage at least some sort of relationship with him. “You made it too. You can go out and find someone, start a family, stop fighting everything for once.”

“I don’t believe in that stuff,” he shook his head but backed away and let you finish packing. “Not anymore, at least.”

“Well, neither did I. And then…I met Joel.” You smiled at him, hoping that he could see through his overprotective nature and realize just how happy you were. “You never know when it’ll happen, you just gotta hang in there.”

“If you want to buy into that and forget about everything that still waits out there beyond these walls, good for you. But I’m not that naive, sis.”

You watched as he left your room without another word, your heart breaking for the man he was forced into becoming just to keep the two of you alive.

You remembered your childhood in glimpses—summers in your backyard, Matthew and you on a slip-and-slide, your mother sitting in a lawn chair sipping sweet tea while your father watched the two of you try to impress him with your moves. Though he was older, he never played into the mean big brother shtick. He was your first best friend, your bubba. Now he was so different that at times you looked at him and wondered if he wasn’t just a different human being simply calling himself Matthew.

You felt some blame for his hard nature, your helplessness causing him to carry twice the load at such a young age. He was just a boy when he became your guardian, having to not only fight for your lives but also help shape you into a human worth keeping alive. You could’ve turned out bad, like so many people had growing up in this apocalypse, but because of him you were allowed to remain soft—allowed to remain someone who still believed in fairytales.

But, like your life wasn’t his responsibility anymore, his wasn’t yours. He wouldn’t change overnight, and he certainly wouldn’t do it simply because you were telling him it was possible. No. He’d have to see it to believe it, and until then, he’d stay this way—closed off, unable to let go of his need for survival. So, packing the last of your things, you tugged both bags onto your shoulders and walked out, leaving him to himself.

•••

“You coulda walkied.” Tommy was stood in front of Joel at the community center, his class finished. “That’s all I’ll say.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, Tommy.” He spoke sincerely, leaning back against the desk. “But my priorities are shiftin’. Maybe you should find someone else to teach, Matthew maybe.”

“Maybe,” he nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “So, what was so important that it made you late?”

“Her.” He answered simply, a smile always finding its way onto his face at the mere thought of Sunshine’s existence. “Told her I loved her.”

“And?”

“And she said it back.” He grinned, his brother nodding in realization at the implications in his tone.

“Ah,” he chuckled and took a deep breath. “I remember what went down when Maria and I said it the first time. If it was anything like that, I can’t blame you for bein’ late.”

“I asked her to move in with me last night. She’s over at her brother’s gettin’ her things.” Tommy couldn’t help but grin at that, elated that things were going so well for him. “Who would’a thought this would happen?”

“Well, in all honestly I thought you’d screw it up by now, but I did introduce y’all for a reason.” They chuckled together for a moment before being interrupted by the sound of Joel’s walkie.

“Joel?” Sunshine’s voice sounded strained, making his brows furrowed as he picked it up and held the button.

“Yeah, darlin?”

“Can you come home?” Tommy nodded at his brother, giving him a pat on the arm before walking with him out of the building.

“Everything alright?” Joel asked once his brother had gone off in the opposite direction.

“It didn’t go well with Matt. Just need a hug. But if you’re busy, I can—“

“No, no. I’m not busy. Already on my way, baby.”

Sunshine didn’t answer to that, and it only made him want to hurry up to get home to her.

Within minutes, he was stomping up his front porch, only to be stopped by someone calling his name from the street behind him.

“Hey, Joel?” He turned around with a glare at the sound of Paul’s voice, Joel’s eyes looking around for any sort of clue as to why the man was here in front of his house. “Listen, I just wanna talk.”

“You can talk from there.” He ordered as Paul tried to step up the path to the house.

“I just wanted to apologize to her. You and Tommy have made it almost impossible for me to see her—“

“Because you tried to force yourself upon her, if I do remember clearly. You’re lucky you’re still in Jackson after what you did.” Joel crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at the man twenty years his junior.

“I just want to tell her I’m sorry.” Paul spoke in a defeated sigh, tossing his hands up before letting them fall and smack against his jeans. Joel took a breath of patience, looking off to the side as he rubbed his hand over his chin.

After a moment of trying to suppress it for the sake of the woman inside the home, his rage won out. Who was this man to think he could show up here? After what he did? Did he really think Joel would walk inside, bring Sunshine out, make her face the man that forced himself upon her in front of the entire town? No. Joel may have changed since meeting her but not so much that he wouldn’t still fight for her honor.

And so, he found himself stomping down the porch, over the stone of the walkway, gripping the man by his collar and nearly lifting him off the ground. Paul looked terrified—which was exactly what Joel was hoping to elicit from him.

“I told you once—never come near her again. If I gotta tell you one more time, you’ll be lucky if Tommy kicks your ass out of town. Nothin’ those infected or hunters could do to you could come close to what I have in mind. Do you hear me?” Joel seethed, proud of himself for not doing it all then and there.

“Joel,” Sunshine’s voice made him let go of Paul, shoving him backwards and pointing down the road.

“Go. While you still got legs to run with.” Paul wasted no time, darting off down the street and disappearing. Joel waited and watched for a moment before turning around, making large and quick strides up the porch to Sunshine waiting in the doorway.

“What happened?” She asked, checking him over as though there was any risk of that kid hurting him. He shook his head as a reply, stroking her hair back before placing a deep kiss to her lips.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me. Are you okay?” He asked, ushering her inside and locking the door behind him. Sunshine seemed to forget all about the scene she’d just walked in on, her face falling a bit as she remembered why she needed him near in the first place.

“Matthew didn’t take it well. He said some…not very nice things, and…I just needed to see you. Tell you that I love you.” She pulled him in for a tight hug, almost suffocating, but he didn’t care. He squeezed her even closer, kissing the side of her head as he swayed her. “Also…”

“Yeah?” He pulled back, tipping her chin up and searching her now less sorrow-filled eyes and finding only trepidation in them.

“I wanted to wait to be sure before I said anything. Didn’t know how you’d react but—“ She took a deep breath, his heart inching its way to his stomach as he thought about the possibilities. Was she sick? Was she leaving? Did something happen with Matthew? “I’m late.”

“Late for wha—oh.” He pulled back even further out of instinct, her face falling a bit at the distance he inadvertently created between them. Realizing his mistake, he pulled her in for another tight hug, this time keeping in mind that there was a chance it wasn’t just her he needed to worry about crushing with his affections.

“You—You’re not mad?” She whispered from his shoulder, his head pulling away while his arms still remained holding her, his eyes searching hers carefully.

“No? I—I certainly didn’t plan on this ever happenin’ for me again, but…this isn’t a bad thing. Not with you.” He offered her a reassuring smile, suppressing the nerves and insecurities he felt deep down. Could he realistically be a good father anymore? Ellie’s presence in his life was clear proof that he could. “This something you want too? I…I’m happy about this, baby. Genuinely. It’s a surprise and there’s a lot we gotta figure out, but…this makes me happy. But I don’t wanna pressure you into anything, you know, if this isn’t what you want.”

“A baby? With you?” She asked as though the answer was clear, looking at him like he was the town idiot. “Are you kidding? I…can’t imagine anyone I’d rather do this with.”

He let out a chuckle of relief, for a minute there starting to believe that this was the end for not only their potential blessing, but also for this heaven he found himself living in.

“Yeah?” He asked with teary eyes, a smile on his bearded face where only a minute ago was a threatening glare.

“Joel, you’re the most attentive man in the world. Our kid is so lucky to have you as a father. Of course I’m wanting this. Only with you.” She assured, pinching his chin. “Guess now we just gotta get to the med supply and see if they’ve got any tests.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, tracing the side of her face with his fingertips. “God, baby…I can’t believe…in the two months since meetin’ you, you’ve flipped my entire world upside down. In a good way.”

“They’re gonna call us crazy,” she chuckled, Joel nodding. “Truthfully, if anyone would’ve told me I’d be knocked up and in love two months after meeting you, I’d probably think it’s crazy, too.”

“It’s the end of the damn world, baby. One month, one year, ten years—it’s all relative. All I know is that in the month of us bein’ together, you’ve made me feel more alive than I have in the past twenty years. So, if it’s crazy, so be it. I’ll be crazy, and I’ll be happy with you and our family.” Sunshine giggled and nodded.

“Yeah, we can be the house everyone avoids on Halloween.” He laughed and looked down at her adoringly.

“Exactly.”

•••

A few days had passed since the test confirmed your expectant state, the two of you keeping it a secret for now until you were safely out of the first trimester. Neither of you’d been able to keep your hands off each other, the knowledge that your love had produced something so beautiful making both of you all the more feral for one another.

Tonight was date night, but more than that, it was Joel’s 49th birthday. He begged you not to make a big deal out of it—he’d never been one for celebrating his own birthday—and so, you agreed to treat it as any other date night. Now, that didn’t necessarily prevent Ellie and Tommy from making a fuss. Loopholes, baby.

Joel was off with Ellie beyond the walls, taking her for a hike after seeing her mope around the house for the past week, but he agreed to meet you at the bar later on. So, after a couple hours of puking up all you’d consumed that day, you threw on a dress you’d knitted for yourself, something to keep you warm enough to brave the late September weather in Jackson, and slipped on a pair of black riding boots Joel had found outside the walls in an abandoned store before making your way down to the diner. You knew you were arriving early, but you always enjoyed getting there first so that you and Maria could catch up.

After an hour or so of waiting and chatting to your sort of sister-in-law, you’d learned that her and Tommy were in a squabble—something about her wanting him to quit patrol and take up a safer role as the town’s leader, tired of seeing him coming home so beat from the fighting. But Tommy was a Miller after all, and if he was anything like his older brother, it would be like pulling teeth trying to get him to sit back and watch the action happen rather than helping out. Thus creating the rift between the pair.

As much as you loved talking to Maria, you were starting to miss Joel. The sun had long set, and with every tick of the clock on the wall you found yourself filled with more and more concern for the two. Had something happened? Were they okay?

“Darlin,” Joel’s hands pressed to your shoulders as he stood behind you, leaning around to place a kiss on your cheek as you sat at the bar. You breathed a sigh of relief as you spun in the chair to face him.

“You’re late,” you scolded with a smirk, slipping your arm around his back as he stepped beside you. He shot you a guilty smile and nodded, sighing.

“I’m sorry, baby. Ellie had a lot to get off her chest today. Ended up talkin’ more when we got back to the house.” He pulled out the stool in front of him and sat down beside you. With an empathetic frown, you reached over and rubbed his tense shoulders. “Her and Cat are in a fight again. I worry that she’s gonna get her heart broken and that I’m just gonna have to sit back and watch it happen. She won’t take my advice. She wants what she wants, even when it ain’t good for her.”

“Of course she does, she’s fifteen.” You watched as he gave you a grumpy look, making you chuckle. “She’ll be okay. Everybody gets their heart broken at some point.”

“You haven’t.” He countered proudly but you looked down at the bar in response. “Have you?”

“Once, when I was around her age.” You chuckled and tried to change the subject as Maria came over, setting down two beers in front of the two of you, not yet let in on the secret that you couldn’t drink.

“Hold on, now. You’re tellin’ me somebody broke your heart? Meanin’ somebody had it to begin with?” You turned back over and gave him a smirk as your arm slung over his shoulder.

“Is Joel Miller jealous?” You teased, watching as he shook his head and chuckled darkly, rolling his eyes as you pinched his flushed cheeks. “Oh my god, you are.”

“I ain’t jealous,” he tried to sound convincing but failed, the two of you laughing together at his pathetic performance. “Fine, I’m a little jealous.”

“It looks nice on you,” you raked your fingers through his salt-and-pepper waves, Joel giving you a side eye and chuckle in response to your sickly sweet tone.

“Don’t try to change the subject, darlin’. Flattery ain’t gonna work this time.” You groaned and let your arm drop back to your side, Joel turning in his seat to look at you head on. “Come on, spill.”

“It was just a teenage boyfriend.” He didn’t look satisfied by that response. “He traveled with me and my brother for a few years and…things happened.”

“Things?” He asked with an amused smirk, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips.

“Yes, things. He was my first.” Joel gave you another grumpy look and you tilted your head at him, giving him a playful frown. You wished you could take a sip of the beer that sat in front of you, but instead chose to sit and stare at it longingly.

“And then the idiot went and broke your heart? After all that?” You turned back to him with a grin, biting your lip as you leaned over to scratch the underside of his bearded chin.

“It all worked out. If it wasn’t for that I wouldn’t be sitting here with you.” You subtly rubbed your stomach, though it’s appearance hadn’t yet changed. Joel smiled proudly and nodded his head, filling in the gap between you. He captured your lips with his for a quick kiss, knowing that this was not only a public space but that all eyes were on the two of you as of late.

“You know I ain’t gonna do that to you, right?” Joel mumbled for just you to hear, the sincerity in his tone too intimate to risk anyone else listening in on. “Never gonna break your heart, Sunshine.”

“Good, I’m holding you to that.” You winked at him, nudging your head back towards the dance floor. “Wanna dance, birthday boy?”

“Not particularly, but I seem to recall promisin’ to do anything you asked of me as long as you kept lookin’ at me like that, so…here I go.” He stood up and grabbed your hand to help you off your stool. Before the two of you walked off, he chugged his beer down in its entirety, a smirk on his face as he set it down and followed you onto the dance floor.

A newly crafted mirrorball had been hung up a week or so ago, and now it cast a beautiful speckled glow over the room. Joel looked so handsome—and so awkward—in the middle of the dance floor, his eyes on you as you spun around and leaned into him, crossing your arms behind his neck. Joel’s hands clasped together at the small of your back, his forehead leaning down and resting against yours as the two of you swayed to “You Belong To Me” by Patsy Cline—one of your mothers favorite artists, and one of the sounds on the soundtrack to your childhood.

“He didn’t have it, by the way.” You mumbled, causing Joel to lean back and stare at you with a half-confused smile. “My heart. He didn’t have it.”

“Oh yeah? And who does?” He asked with a grin tugging at his lips. You reached up and traced the dimple in his smile before splaying your palm on the side of his bearded face, tugging him down to your level for a kiss. Joel hummed into it before dipping you and holding you there. “Well, I’m waitin’, darlin.”

“You have it, baby. You do.” You giggled as he pecked at your face, keeping you in this dipped position until he was satisfied. Once you were upright, you pat his chest and shook your head at him. “So playful tonight.”

“So beautiful tonight.” He stroked a piece of fallen hair behind your ear, running his knuckles softly over the side of your face as he smiled down at you with that smitten, loved-up grin of his. Biting your lip you pulled him down again, leaning into the shell of his ear.

“I know the night’s just started, but I can’t help but think about what that little grin would look like between my thighs.” You husked for only him to hear, his hands gripping your hips harder with each word. Joel pulled away with a stunned expression, clueless as to what to say but nodding eagerly regardless. “Lead the way, cowboy.”

“C’mon, darlin’. Time is of the essence.” He clasped his hand with yours and attempted to make a quick exit from the bar, but his brother stopped the two of you as he stood right outside the doors.

“Where are y’all off to? It’s only 9.” Tommy smiled at the way you were clinging to his brother, glad that he’d found someone that could offer him the softness and love he deserved after so many years of hardship.

“Uh, we were just feelin’ a little beat.” Joel lied unconvincingly, his brother giving him a scrunched up face before pointing back at the bar.

“C’mon, we haven’t even cut your cake yet.” Tommy grabbed his brother’s shoulder and walked the two of you back inside, Joel shooting you an apologetic frown as the speckled lights from the mirrorball cast over your faces once again.

Joel’s hand squeezed yours as he held it, the two of you following Tommy around the dance floor and down the bar where Maria stood bartending.

“Honey, you wanna grab the cake?” Tommy leaned on the counter, his wife giving him an annoyed look while informing him she was busy and that he could do it himself.

“It’s alright, y’all. Really,” Joel tried to end the fuss, knowing that his real birthday treat was right beside him holding his hand. Tommy shook his head and walked behind the bar into the walk-in fridge, re-emerging a few moments later with a round birthday cake and a smile.

“Now y’all don’t run off on me, I gotta go hunt down Ellie for the damn candles.” Joel sighed as he watched his brother walk off, turning his eyes down to meet yours once your hand reached up to tickle his jaw.

“Don’t look so grumpy, they just want to celebrate you.” You watched as he softened his scowl, offering you a sweet smile.

“I know, but you’ve got me thinkin’ ‘bout other things now.” He curled his fingers around your waist tugged you tight to his body, a surprised giggle leaving your lips. “And you know there’s no stoppin’ me once you get me started, Sunshine.”

“Well…” you bit your lip and looked over his shoulder at the neon sign by the bathrooms. “Looks like the bathroom’s open.”

Joel went wide eyed, not expecting such a filthy response to come out of your mouth. Leaning down and ghosting his lips over yours, he spoke against you, igniting the fire between your legs all over again. “Go inside, I’m right behind ya.”

It took approximately two minutes for Joel to join you in the single-stall, locking the door behind him as he grinned at you. You curled your finger, calling him over to where you sat perched on the sink, Joel eagerly following your command.

“Well, hello there, handsome. You come here often?” You asked as he stood between your thighs, hands sliding up underneath your knit dress. You hummed as he gripped the flesh of your hips, raising one eyebrow at your lack of underwear.

“One wrong move and everybody gets to see what I dream about,” he scolded playfully as he leaned in, pecking your lips softly to tease you. Your arms crossed over his shoulders, smiling against him as you pulled him in tight, caging him in with your legs around his waist. “Can I taste you, darlin?”

“It’s your birthday, I should be tasting you.”

“It’s my birthday, so I get to choose.” He growled against you, his hand slipping between your thighs, fingers slipping down your clit to your entrance. He moaned against your mouth at the feeling of your slick coating him so easily, his index finger pushing in to the knuckle with ease and pulling a wanton moan from your lips. “You’re drippin’. This all for me?”

“All for you, baby.” You urged him on, watching as he sank to the floor in front of you. Your thighs spread willingly, your eyes locked on his as he kissed the soft skin, trailing his lips up to where you needed him but skipping right over it to treat your other thigh with the same gentleness. “You’re gonna tease me?”

“It’s my birthday, I can do what I want.” He shot you a playful wink before doing it all over again, this time brushing the rough hair of his beard against your folds for a second as he passed back over to the other thigh. Your head tipped back, leaning against the mirror hung on the wall. You looked up to the heavens for patience, knowing that you’d need it with the way Joel was so tenderly pecking your skin, working you up at his desired pace. He cooed in awe as he watched a dribble of slick pour out from your entrance, finally leaning in to lick it up before it dropped down onto the floor. “Don’t wanna waste any of that.”

“Fuck, Joel, please,” you found yourself begging, something you knew you didn’t have to do, but something you also couldn’t stop yourself from doing given the throbbing need between your thighs. Joel hummed in appreciation for your desperation, leaving wet kisses up your thigh until his tongue was licking you up from hole to clit, thighs trembling around his face. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them before curling them up inside you, your walls clenching around him in thanks for the needed penetration, his lips wrapping around your swollen and throbbing clit to suck it into his velvet-soft mouth. “Oh! Feels so good!”

“I know baby, I know it does. But I need you to be quiet for me if you want me to keep goin’. Otherwise you’re gonna get us caught.” You bit your lip and looked down at him, nodding in obedience and lacing your fingers into his waves to pull him back to your clit. He stayed like that, sucking and lapping at your swollen bud while his finger worked the internal bunch of nerves, never needing to do more than that to have you coming undone. “Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna wet my face?”

“K-keep going, so close,” you whispered to him, watching as he sucked in a pulsing motion on your clit, your orgasm trickling over you little by little until a little became oh so much. Your head fell back against the mirror with a thud, the pain not even registering with the shield of euphoria protecting you, but Joel stood up and cradled your head anyways.

“You okay?” He asked with a chuckle, your eyes fluttering open and grin wide as you nodded at him. “We gotta be quick, but can I fuck you, darlin?”

“You never have to ask,” you reminded but you knew that wasn’t his way. He was a southern gentleman—he was going to ask. “Yes, baby. Just fill me up. I don’t need to cum again. I just wanna feel you leaking out of me.”

“Jesus,” he cursed under his breath as he tugged himself out of his jeans, his cock almost purple from how worked up he was. “Ain’t gonna last long, don’t hold it against me.”

You chuckled and nodded, gripping him and lining him up to urge him forward. Joel pressed into you with a shaky exhale, his eyes fixed on where your bodies connected. His thrusts were long, slow, allowing you to feel every ridge of his cock. You didn’t need to cum again, every stroke giving you aftershocks of your previous orgasm and bringing it back to surface. With a few punctuated snaps of his hips, he was spilling inside of you, whispering your name like a prayer as his cock twitched. Both of you lowered your gazes to watch him seep out of your hole and onto the floor, an animalistic growl slipping from his lips at the sound of his seed hitting the tile.

“Never gonna get tired of that,” he smiled at you and helped you off the counter, reaching for toilet paper to clean you up but you objected.

“No, I told you. I wanna feel you dripping out of me tonight.” He moaned again, pulling you in for a heated kiss before wiping up the mess on the floor and counter, the two of you washing your hands before making your not-so subtle exit. Thankfully, it was only Maria who had the privilege of watching as the two of you walked out with flushed faces, her eyes rolling and a chuckle slipping from her lips at the sight.

“There he is! Birthday boy,” Tommy cheered as the two of you found your way back to the cake, Ellie standing with Cat, Tommy holding Vivienne on his hip, Maria behind the bar lighting the candles. Matthew was even in attendance, though he was way off in the background accompanied by the ever sour-faced Joana. You tried not to think about either of them, turning back to the birthday boy in time to watch him smile down at you, leaning in to whisper in your ear that his only wish was for the baby to come out happy and healthy. “Hey! You gonna blow these damn candles out or do I gotta do it?”

Joel chuckled and leaned forward, blowing them out in one sweep before pulling back, his arm wrapping around your waist and tugging you close.

“Happy birthday, baby.” You tickled his chin that still glistened with your release, Joel smirking at you.

“A very happy birthdate indeed, darlin.”

•••

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[mayxo-hxh]

you know the way bisky went "hehehee…. two best friends? im gonna separate them" when she saw killua and gon. imagine thats her reaction when she sees hisoillu 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

i know bisky doesnt gaf that hisoka is now a married man and still shamelessly flirts with him and illumi is NOT having it at all. not just from "jealousy" just the fact that hisoka genuinely looks uncomfortable around her makes illumi so defensive of him

She giving him them looks and batting her "innocent" eyes at him and hes like bro.............

its just so funny to me that hisoka never had anyone thirst over him so openly in canon so bisky is such an anomaly to him and his reputation. Like hes an abhorrent disgusting freak what do you mean you find him attractive. thats exactly how he does NOT want you to see him. and its not a very easy kill and move on situation because bisky is strong as HELL. togashi shouldve explored this way more because hisoka being actually uncomfortable around someone is SO >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

hes a wife now bisky leave him alone!!!

#hisoillu #hisoka #hisoka morow #illumi #illumi zoldyck #hisoka x illumi #hxh #hunter x hunter #my post #hxh bisky #bisky krueger #biscuit krueger

[baby-xemnas]

both insanely funny and so heartwarming to me how much law and bepo have in common when it comes to being a possessive little freak. you meet law and youre like oh ok if i hurt bepo in any way i will be killed. got it. easy to understand. but if you actually hurt law you wont even see bepo coming. and if you manage to steal any affection from law ? oh brother it is so over for you. you dont even know what youve done. a polar bear can swing its paw with 1850 pounds of force and there will be nothing left of you. HE is captains little babygirl princess and he will kill you to make sure of it

thats it thats exactly it...what a beautiful revelation

i thought that bepo is only defensive and proud of his role of navigator and first mate but turns out he would fuck him up a bitch...it's good for everybody that his position of being law's babygirl princess (tm) is safe.

whats even worse that his ire will never be towards law, who might even provoke this jealousy himself just for shits (cuz bepo is cute jealous and law is a shit starter - or on accident like it was with that cat) bepo's overwhelming posessive rage will always be towards the object that law deemed to treat favorably for a second, just for daring to exist in a place where bepo's captain can waste his precious attention (THAT BELONGS ENTIRELY TO BEPO) on them

i think law doesn't call out his insane reaction at this point either. imagining that he probably had criticized it when they were younger must've made a sobbing mess of bepo in an instant

#one piece #lawbepo

[rocky-the-rockstar]

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1. What memory would he rather just forget

I can't tell you that because it hasn't happened yet :)

3. Fatal flaw and is he aware of it

Feels some emotions so intensely that they become irrational, and others almost not at all. For example he has a hard time feeling and expressing empathy and remorse for strangers or acquaintances and by extension has trouble forming close bonds (his whole life not just during the apocalypse). But he experiences anger, jealousy, and pride to such an extent that they cloud his judgement. He also by default is so self loathing and insecure that any sense of pride ego or accomplishment is addicting. This can cause him to pretend to be overly confident to a point where he comes off as a dick or just full on put himself in danger by being overly cocky for the sake of adrenaline.

He's????? Somewhat aware of this. I believe denial may be the word 💀

5. How far is he willing to go to get what he wants

Mehhhhhhhhhh this could potentially be spoilery?!?!????? And it really depends on the specific situation. He has low empathy and a wacked up sense of morals but he's generally a good person. Things like theft and lying to strangers are on the table no question even before the apocalypse but it would take soooo much to get him to do anything drastic. However its easy to get under his skin and manipulate him due to how intensely he feels negative emotions and praise, and its probably easy to break down and brainwash him *cough cough* but you didn't hear that from me :3

8. Would he ostensibly be able to get away with murder

I really don't think so 😭 first of all I'm not convinced he COULD kill a person, but like if he WERE to kill some non-infected person?? You know how Raskolnikov would get so anxious when he heard discussion of the murder that he got physically ill and would pass out?? And would get so scared of being caught that he would just impulsively confess?? Yeah. That's this bitch. Painfully obvious, which is extra funny cuz he isn't even a bad liar by any means, he's just dumb and guilty. Bonus points tho if no one suspects him despite it all for some reason, just because I think that's hilarious.

11. Weapon of choice, has he actually used it

His taser is his favorite but it's not all that effective against zombies, it's mostly for non fatal defense against other survivors or animals, so he doesn't use it all that much. His other two weapons are a crossbow and a crowbar, he uses both a lot obviously.

17. What's the worst thing he's been put through story wise

You silly goose that would be spoilers

19. How does he act when enraged

Ok well Gingerstorm is Anger Issues Central for starters. He's very quick to anger and an explosive type, throws and hits things, yells a lot. If really angry he'd probably just go outside and smash things till he feels better. Afterwards he's very "lmao ok so anyways-" He would never ever physically take his anger out on Greenstripe or the cats, Greenstripe would have to do something that crossed a huge line to Gingerstorm personally in order for him to hit him and even then I don't think he could. However there have been times where he slipped up and yelled at him, which he immediately apologizes profusely for, but even that is a rare occasion. While he's not good at controlling his anger in general, he's pretty good at not taking it out on those he loves.

20. Does he have a tendency to get jealous and if so how does it manifest

UH YEAH. How it manifests depends on the type of jealousy. When it comes to something like thinking someone he's close with likes someone else better than him, he's irrationally easy to set off. Like the slightest shift in vibe has him rethinking his entire worth to that person. This he feels the most intensely but tends to bottle up and and just kinda self loath in silence. He may get more clingy and affectionate or completely shut himself out for the sake of "not bothering" the other person since they "don't want him", it's kinda a 50/50 shot as to which he'll do. Either way he's just being dumb and it doesn't take much at all to reassure him, a little bit of affection and a few kind words and he's like "oh lol I was just being dramatic, anyways"

Now jealousy as in like "this person has something that I want" he doesn't usually care that much, like he's jealous but not enough to do anything about it.

If he's jealous of a specific person because like? He sees them as the embodiment of what he wishes he was, or he feels like they're replacing him (wether this be in a relationship or just like "hey that's MY thing you're stealing my vibe") he'll hate their guts. Probably irrationally, but he'll be the most petty mf.

21. Does he have any illnesses or disorders and how does he handle them (TW for mental illness talk and brief mention of suicide)

Chronic joint pain 😔 it's manageable most days but there's days where he can barely do anything. He pushes himself to the limits all the time but there are days where he may need help walking, and he feels stupid for so and apologizes a lot to whoever is helping him (literally who would it be other than Greenstripe 😭) he also denies to rest a lot but Greenstripe would probably force him once he starts going "ow ow fuck ow" every five seconds.

Mental - bro for sure ADHD, aspd, depression, anxiety, suicide ideation, symptoms of psychosis, and dissociation/derealization issues. He may also have bpd but there's no psychiatrists in the apocalypse who knows [shrug] just know he displays most of the symptoms. A lot of it is caused or amplified by the apocalypse, but he wasn't exactly ok beforehand either

He has a generally "fuck it we ball" mindset about most of it and will even deny that he's not ok. Again, it's the apocalypse???? Yeah he's gonna be kinda fucked up???? He finds it manageable, but when things DO get really bad they may result in some weak half hearted attempt to take himself out but he feels too much guilt towards the idea of leaving his friend and cats behind in a literal apocalypse to commit to it. He just lets himself get busted up a bit and then goes home like nothing happened.

All that being said he's much easier to keep happy and healthy than he is to actually spiral since he finds a lot of joy in the simplest pleasures, he just has this underlying "dawg I hate myself and am scared all the time" mentality that came free with the zombies. He's also a clown around so that I can avoid reality kinda guy

23. What emotion is the hardest for him to process. How about express

Process - grief, sadness, loneliness, helplessness, pain in general

Express - sadness, helplessness, frustration, love (in a coherent way, he's very affectionate and babbles "I love you"s a lot but is a mess if he tries to put it in words beyond that), overall VERY bad at putting his emotions into words and intentionally acts like a loud fool to avoid them

#onceler fandom #gingerstorm #truffula flu #truffula flu survivorclan

[pinkniz]

Freddy Fenrir Yandere Alphabet because Im crazy and desperate for content

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Its nice to have such strong arms wrapped around you and getting whatever you want when you ask for it but it gets overwhelming VERY quick, he's VERY intense.

He's very touchy and very loud about his fixation on you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He has absolutely no problem tearing people apart but doing it for you its so much better for him. He has always found joy in murder and mutilation but doing it for you gives him a sense of purpose.

He's always very messy but it can be worse depending on WHY he's attacking but regardless all of his victims are either reduced to a meaty pulp or missing one or several parts of them.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

At first he did find a lot of joy on mocking you when he finally caught you. The way you would try to escape and TRY to attack him its just so cute and funny for him.

Listen, he's very caring and loving towards you BUT he is still has a very sadistic nature. He wants to tend to your very need but he does love seeing you cry now and then.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He's actually very obedient for you, he wants to be validated by you so he rarely does things against your will. Although, this is not BAD per se but sometimes he feels very needy and will just grab you for cuddles.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Not much at first, it takes him a long time to openly express himself to you, even after he has his lackeys kidnap you and bring you to him he still refuses to open up about it. He does accidentally let out a few confessions here and there and gets defensive when you respond.

He mostly demonstrates his devotion to you through actions but with enough time he will say the words

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He loves it honestly but his patience does have a limit and depending on the situation he'll be very angry or very sad.

Like for example if you try to attack him to escape he finds it amusing until it turn annoying to him but if he's trying to touch and you flinch or slap his hand away he becomes very distraught.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Its probably because of Fenrir and his own sadistic nature but he sure loves a good hunt. He probably lets you out of his place now and then expecting you to run away because he likes chasing you down, hunting you down.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

He likes bragging about you but he doesn't like it when others touch you. This has led you to be more reserved with people to avoid having Freddy maul them, but you learned this the bad way.

You noticed how several people that were in contact with you went missing. This went on for awhile until one night you were walking back home after a fun day with a dear friend of yours only to come across a large wolf man crushing your dear friend against the pavement, this was the last thing you saw before the wolf turned his head to you and launched onto you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He actually has a very traditional idea of love. He wants marriage and a pair of kids. He knows that due to his criminal lifestyle its pretty much impossible to get that but it doesn't really stop him from trying.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He usually lashes out but the severity of it depends on the circumstances. If its just someone talking to you for too long for his liking he will either drag you away or push himself into the conversation

In the worst case if he thinks theres flirting involved he will get much more aggresive, yelling at the that "creep" who dares talk to you and if you dont stop him it will become physical. Its even worse if that person if a man. Its something almost primal for him, like how male animals will fight other males for competition and he refuses to lose.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's surprisingly very sweet to you. In public he prefers to keep it low to keep up his macho persona but IN PRIVATE?! He's an absolute sweetheart.

Whether its on public or private he loves spoiling you and he's very attentive to details and that includes you so he often gifts you things, likes having you sit on his lap and softly caress you while orders his lackeys around, yelling at them to get you whatever you ask for inmediately.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He's definitely the kind to give gifts to win you over but he also shows off to you. Look at how strong and brave he is, look at how much cash he got he could provide you with whatever you want. At first he tries to approach you without letting you know about his.. job.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

YES. He tries his best to be your perfect prince and treats you like royalty but with everyone else? Its a different story. Think of his behaviour as that of a guard dog, he likes getting pets and giving and receiving lots of love from you BUT he will not hesitate to rip off the throat off of anyone else.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

First of all. Taking away privileges. If you cross his limits he will take away all the things he has so kindly given to you, that ranges from material things to your rights to go outside or talk to others.

This one isnt meant as punishment per se but he will lash out and while he doesn't hurt you it is a very scary situation to be in. He's roaring with rage as he tears everything around you apart and you can only hide and hope its over soon.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

As I said above he spoils you rotten but he can take away as much as he gives. He will isolate you from others so that you depend more on him. Perhaps that'll teach you a lesson.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

HHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It's complicated. He tries, he really tries to be patient for you, specially if you're in the more sensitive side but he does have serious anger problems.

Most of the time he supresses it for you so you aren't scared of him, only to let all that rage out on either miramon or union member.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. He's oh so devoted to you, you mean the world to him, you are EVERYTHING to him.

If manage to escape he will hunt you down until he finds you and can be reunited again but if you died? He would not only not be able to move on but he would become more dangerous for everyone else. The little obedience he had for his superiors at the Decree is thrown out the window and he snaps at everyone.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He doesn't regret taking you at all, in his mind it was inevitable because "couples live together" and "it was meant to happen", he strongly refuses to let you go.

It does make him very upset when you are so scared of him you try to run away or even flinch at his touch. And even if he likes seeing you cry he has a limit to that and if you cry too much because of him he feels awful about it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He has always been a rabid animal, out in the wild to destroy anything that got in his way but this has led to him being rejected most of his life, he's seen as a dumb monster by most people. But you were not scared, not at first at least, you gave him a taste of the validation he craves for and that buildt up to a need and obsesesion for you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

I already said it. He likes it a lot at first but he doesn't find it as amusing if he's the reason you're crying or if someone upsets you in anyway

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He actually likes bragging about you and how you're only his and that no one else can have you, he likes parading you and have everyone see how wonderful you are. With a limit of course, only he can touch.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Let's get it out of the way but lets be real, he's not very smart. You can trick him and manipulate him now and then but if you do it too much he'll notice it.

Another one is that he LOVES getting validation from you. Praise him, pamper him, tell him how wonderful he is and he'll become so happy and blinded by joy he'll be easier to manipulate but if he realises you're only pretending he'll become FURIOUS at your betrayal.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Only on accident, the only way he would actually hurt you if you were too close to him while he was angry and he didn't see you nearby until it's too late. This makes him even angrier but at himself but in the moment he snaps out of his rage to tend to you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He's a wolf, wolves mate for LIFE. You are his EVERYTHING. When he first becomes interested in you he starts collecting pictures of you to swoon over, either from your social media or taken by him when you were distracted, he keeps doing this even after you 2 get together. He simply ADORES and WORSHIPS you. He will buy you whatever you want and would kill and die for you if necessary.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

(im hispanic and i dont know what pine is so im writing this one based on a quick google search)

Being a shadow guard is a very difficult job but to Freddy the hardest part of it is going to long missions far away from you. He doesn't leave until he makes sure you'll be safe and sound while he's gone and he demands his lackeys for daily reports of you BUT when he actually leaves its a time bomb.

At first he's very efficient because the sooner he's done the sooner he'll go back to you but the longer the mission takes he gets noticeable angrier and angrier until he becomes a threat to his co-workers given how unstable and snappy he becomes when spending too much time apart from you. The decree missions don't usually take very long but in the rare cases when they do, it takes about a week before Freddy snaps and straight up leaves to go back you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

It depends on the kind of person, he doesn't really inflict the kind of damage that could break your mind but if you're on the more fragile side its likely that his rampages and the way he has you rely so much on him will eventually "tame" you.

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I'll write a Leon version soon just let me rest first Im not an actual writer

#dislyte #freddy fenrir #dislyte x reader #freddy x reader #x reader #oooo im mentally ill

[ilargeicontradictmiself]

So, twelve percent, lots of things happened

They're adorable lets start there

That intro scene was needed

I can't tell if the jealousy stuff is genuine or if they're just short of "doing couply things" or sth (im expecting and hoping that they're not actually that serious) (cake looooves to hear how special they are to each other and eiw reminding him was sweet yeah) i think if something actually bothered eiw , from the public affection stuff cake wouldn't do it, they know each other well enough i think and you can see how all the stuff that attributed to their fight becomes kind of a joke now , the tension has released i think.(take a shot every time i say i think)

I always love seeing cake talk about eiw to other people, he's just so casual with others and he brings his love and obsession into that so firmly but casually

The english was funny but im not judging what gets them on what i WILL JUDGE because THE ECLIPSE DID IT TOO: THESE BOYS HAVE VACANT HOMES, empty houses where they can go and do their thing and fOR SOME REASON bOth akkaye and eiwcake decide that THEY NEED COMPANY AROUND FOR THEIR FIRST TIMES, like babe, i get that shit happens and its realistic yeah but twice in a week is noticable and I just find it very funny that both shows waited for the ONE TIME that someone's around for their first sex scene.

I was thinking throughout the english and the whole episode really how eiw went from thinking about this stuff as something that will never happen to being showered with them, i love yous and kisses and all

The "you like girls", "i can be gay with you" was just because cake hasn't stopped to think about his sexuality beyond the fact that he liked rin and he loves eiw and im okay with that, im guessing (and maybe hoping a bit) that it's brought up again, for no other reason other than the fact that it just seems a little weird to go with the "its girls and him" thing the only ones that pulled it off for me were jackjanto and eiw probably feels it hanging over them a little bit sometimes

I too drank a lot last night and for a second eiw's little crazy "don't do drugs kids"thing worked,i am amazed, i actually felt my self thinking "yeah what the hell am i doing" wow

Friend groups in general, so nice and casual and just the right amounts of fun , love it

I needed a moment to let cake's feelings sink in, he threw me off with how he was last week and i was feeling a little defensive but it's not just that it's that we've seen eiw love and love and cake too but romantic love , romantic love so forceful and so huge so complete so all consuming, thinking about it makes me skip a breath or two they trully are each other's everything and there's SO MUCH love that comes with that. They really love everything about each other.

#my only 12 percent #my only 12 percent the series #ειμαι στο χωριο και ειναι οσο ηρεμα και οσο βουητα ειναι συνηθως και το λατρεύω #θελω καθε φορα που πινω να ειμαι εδω μετα (νταξει οχι ονγως αλλα ειναι τελειο) #πρεπει να μαθω να οδηγαω να ερχοναι

[rosesfox]

i saw a Nesta stan on twitter saying Nesta didn't help Feyre while she was risking her life because Nesta was envy of Feyre, 'cause Nesta knew Feyre is everything Nesta never would be and did everything Nesta could not do. and well, acosf did show us how jeally Nesta was from Feyre conquers and her brave personality in general. i can go with it. like, i've never expected Nesta to be a good person anyway, and there's no better reason why Nesta didn't help when she said if it was Elain, she would help.

#its funny how jealousy is their defense #like why you stan someone like that #anti nesta #anti nesta archeron #feyre archeron #pro feyre #feysand

[captain-fantasy]

I could smell you - matt murdock x reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, f!masturbation

Author’s note: I’m not an elektra anti, I would let her ruin me, but for the sake of the story she is the antagonist here. 

Word count: 2.8k

There was something about him that intrigued you. You’d never met someone so confident and yet so unsure of himself. You were sure there had to be something wrong with him; no one is that attractive and smart and funny without having a secret. Sure he was blind, but it seemed like he was able to see right through anyone. 

Matt had been one of your best friends since before you could remember. You, him, and Foggy had stumbled your way through law school, court cases, and life for years. There wasn’t a thing that you kept from each other, so you thought. Sometimes he showed up with a few cuts and bruises all over his body but because he had been a ladies’ man all his life, you figured they were just from a fun night he had with whatever woman he brought home. 

He was always so protective of you. If some weird guy got too close, he would be right there next to you, his hand placed defensively across some part of your body, usually your thigh or waist. It made you feel good, like he would do anything to protect you, even if he couldn’t see anything. It didn’t stop him.  

That’s why it was so hard to deal with your other feelings, the ones that weren’t as nice. 

You weren’t sure why you felt so jealous every time he showed you and Foggy a different woman. You weren’t dating, you’ve never even had sex with each other, but it felt like you were losing him. He was sweet, and fucking hot, and could make any woman fall to her knees just with a smile. All of it was too much to deal with. Some girls were nice and liked him, but most of his flings were just looking for a fun night, which he was perfectly fine with, as he was doing the same thing. 

Tonight, it was neither. 

Matt told you about most of his exes from before, your least favorite being Elektra. You hated how he talked about her, like he never got over their relationship, even though you knew she was terrible for him. When she showed up back in Hell’s kitchen, like a lost dog looking for its owner, she was set specifically with eyes on him. The four of you were sitting at a bar, which you were exceptionally grateful for because dealing with Elektra required a drink. 

Women can smell each other’s jealousy, and it felt like she was feeding off of yours. 

Every look and touch she made were for the sole purpose of making you mad, enjoying the annoyed look you made when she squeezed her hand on Matt’s bicep. She was getting what she wanted. 

As the night went on, you were convinced that if you heard another one of Elektra’s fake, animated laughs at Matt, you might have lost your mind. You closed your tab and grabbed your coat, giving a brief goodbye to Foggy and Matt, trying to ignore Elektra altogether. Matt heard the blood angrily flow through your body, powering the irritated air coming out of your nose. 

The night air did little to cool the heat of the angry blood flowing from your face to the bottom of your feet. You were grateful your night was almost over, eager to let the relief of sleep wash over you. But when you arrived at your apartment, your mind was still racing at a million miles per hour. The mere idea of Matt clouded your mind until he was all you could think about. The feel of his calloused fingers dancing across your skin, his scruff scratching your cheek when you hugged him, his smell that lingered whenever you spent time with him. All of that sent a fire blazing straight to your core, creating aggravating wetness you had no choice but to deal with. Moonlight peeked through your curtains, making your bed appear as a haven, paradoxical to the pure jealousy seething through your body. 

You pulled off your clothes, letting your bare body sink into your sheets. The goosebumps on your skin made your hair stand up, causing your skin to become ultrasensitive to every single touch. You pushed your fingers through your slit, gathering your wetness as it poured out of you at a steady rate. Your back arched off of the mattress, high-pitched whines escaping your lips as images of Matt flashed through your eyelids. 

“Fuck,” you whined. You were already so close, so desperate for some solace from your long night. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, chest quickly rising as you increased the speed of your fingers. You hissed when your thumb made contact with your clit, the sensation sending sparks through your body. 

You were so close.

Teetering over the edge, the bundle of nerves in your stomach started to unravel as your vision became bright white. 

The sound of a glass breaking in your kitchen stopped you from finishing. 

You should’ve been scared, worried at the least, but you were more annoyed than anything. You needed to cum. You put on an old set of oversized clothes, creeping to find the cause of the noise. Scattered pieces of a ceramic mug seemed to be the culprit, but you still weren’t sure why it fell off of the counter. A breeze gently pushed your curtains in your living room, inviting fresh air to replace the stuffiness. You were sure that it was closed when you came in, but since you were still a bit tipsy, you decided to believe that you probably weren’t paying attention. It was easier to believe than the possibility that someone had snuck into your apartment through the window. You sighed and closed it, making sure to take extra precautions and lock all of your remaining windows. As you pulled the last window down, you turned your head to a dark silhouette standing in your apartment, being perfectly still and silent. He was dressed in all black, wearing a mask preventing you from seeing his face. 

You should’ve been scared, there was a small part of you that was, but something about him felt familiar. Comforting. You didn’t think he was there to hurt you. Your voice got stuck in your throat, rendering you incapable of speaking to him. 

“What do you want?” you finally choked out. 

He lightly scoffed, sounding more like a laugh than anything, and spoke in a low tone, “What do I want? That’s your first question? Not ‘who are you?’ or ‘why are you in my house?’ but what do you want?”

You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Matt?” you whispered, “What- What the fuck are you doing?”

He smiled and pulled off his mask, revealing the pretty face you could easily pick out of a million people. You stood stunned, unsure of what to do next. Matt took the first step, crossing the floor to meet you. There had to be some reasonable explanation as to why Matt Murdock, your best friend, was dressed in a little black costume standing in your living room in the middle of the night. 

“Why are you here?” you questioned. He would never hurt you. There was no reason to be scared of him. 

He smiled, “I was in the neighborhood.”

“We don’t live near each other. Why are you here?” you repeated. 

He was telling the truth, he was in your neighborhood. But his reason for stopping by your place was an uncommon one. 

“I could smell you,” he confessed, his voice low, reaching the pit of your stomach. 

“I’m sorry?” you inquired. What the fuck was he talking about?

“I could smell you from outside. You smell so sweet, I could almost taste you,” he finished. 

“How- Matt, who are you?” you asked defensively. All you had were questions, but Matt was dodging all of them. 

“I tried to hide it from you as much as I could. I distanced myself because I knew that I would never forgive myself if you got hurt.”

“Got hurt from what?”

“Me,” he answered, matter-of-factly, “There’s so much I had to keep from you, but shit I can’t do it anymore.”

“What were you hiding?” your voice found new strength, agitated and needing an answer. 

“I’m Daredevil,” he whispered. He tried to find better ways to tell you, more eloquent words he could use to take away some of the harshness, but nothing he thought of seemed good enough. 

Your mouth fell open, eyes becoming wide as you choked back a sound bubbling up from the back of your throat. 

“Are you ok?” you asked. They were the first words you could think of. 

He smiled again. Even when he broke into your house and told you he was Daredevil, the first thing you wanted to know was if he was ok. 

“I’m alright. I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself,” he spoke. 

“You still haven’t told me how you could smell me,” you joked, trying your best to alleviate some of the tension between you, “Am I that bad?”

A breathless laugh escaped him, “No, it’s- it’s nothing like that. You smell good, amazing, but, I don’t know I can just- smell better than other people.”

“What, like a dog?”

“Better than a dog,” he smiled, “It’s like all of my senses were heightened to an extreme, besides sight, obviously, but it comes in handy a lot.”

“Doesn’t it ever get too much?” you couldn’t help but worry about him. 

“Yeah, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Big boy, remember? I can’t explain it myself but I can smell, taste, hear everything. A bird is flying over your building right now, that tomato in your fridge is going bad, and there are two people having sex in the apartment at the end of the hall,” he finished, using his head to point to the room. 

You frowned as you looked in that direction. That guy said his girlfriend would be out for work for a few weeks. 

“I could hear you moaning my name while you touched yourself, too,” he teased, his cocky smile returning. 

Your face felt like it was on fire. Millions of words in the English language and none of them could get you out of that situation. 

“I don’t- I don’t know what you're talking about,” you stumbled, “I wasn’t-”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?” 

You sighed and took a breath before deciding on what to say next. He didn’t seem angry, or annoyed, he was teasing you. 

Matt decided not to waste any more time, pulling you closer by your waist, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck to guide your lips to his. A small, muffled whine left you before you relaxed into his touch. Your fingers found their way to his waistband, threading through his belt loop and tugging on the material. He moaned into your mouth, using his hands to grab at any skin he could find underneath your clothes, pinching the skin on your thighs. 

“Matt,” you pleaded, chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath you took in, sweat beading off of every inch of you. 

“You’re gonna have to use your words, sweetheart,” he smirked, “What do you want me to do to you?”

Tease.

“I-I need you to fuck me, please Matt, please I need you,” you whined. 

He loved when you were needy. He could smell your wetness seeping out of you, creating a damp patch in your shorts. It took all the willpower he had to not take you on the table at the bar when he heard every annoyed breath you took. He heard the blood coursing through your body as a result of the neediness creating a pit in your stomach. He loved it. 

You dug your hand under his shirt, tracing your fingers on the faint scars that had started to heal before pulling it completely off. Matt was much less patient with you, tearing off your clothes with seemingly hungrier desperation. You pulled him to your couch, feeling his hand protect the back of your head from hitting something as you fell onto it. He took his time with you, leaving soft kisses along your leg, becoming harsher as he reached the apex of your thigh. You threaded your fingers through his hair, impatient and needy, guiding his mouth to the place you wanted him most. He teased a finger through your slit, nothing more than a feather’s touch, but it made you arch your back off of the couch, trying to follow his finger. 

“How did you touch yourself?” Matt asked.

“What?”

“Just now, before I came in. How did you touch yourself when you thought of me?”

You sighed and closed your eyes. He wouldn’t give you what you want before playing with you first. Your fingers met your engorged clit, causing you to hiss at the oversensitiveness. Your hand was shaking as you ran it down your core, slipping two fingers into your dripping heat. Matt watched silently as you chased your high, speeding up the pace of your fingers while using your thumb to pay attention to your clit, your free hand was splayed across your chest, using your fingers to pinch your nipples. The feeling of your orgasm was approaching. Finally. Your whines got louder, high-pitched, and more desperate. Just before it washed over you Matt pulled your hand out, making you whine at the loss of contact. 

“That’s enough,” he growled, “It’s my turn.”

He pulled your legs over his shoulders, diving his mouth into your hungry pussy. His nosed nudged your clit, finishing the job you started. You pulled his hair as he lapped up your cum like a hungry dog that hadn’t been fed in weeks, almost making you cry at how oversensitive you were. Once he was satisfied he pulled your legs off of his back, pulling you down until your faces met. When he kissed you again you could taste some of your residue on him, bitter and addictive. You tugged at his boxers, pulling them down to meet an angry and rock-hard shaft, watching him groan as you guided him to your entrance. 

His hands caressed the curves of your body like he was taking his time to perfectly memorize your figure, the parts he hadn’t been able to touch before. His glassy, unfocused eyes seemed to be staring at yours. Even though he couldn’t see, there wasn’t a part of you he didn’t know. With one quick thrust, he was in you, groaning when he felt hot and wet and tight you were. You were still feeling the effects of your last orgasm, and that brought you to the edge again even quicker. Every move he made brought you closer and closer until you were squirming underneath him, waiting for him to finish so you could do the same. 

“Were you jealous?” he panted, looking in your direction. 

“Huh?”

“Were you jealous?” he smirked, “When we were at the bar?”

“Do we have to talk about this right now?”

He chuckled, “No reason I see why not. Why were you jealous?”

“Because. I like you and I didn’t like the way she was throwing herself at you. Every woman in a mile radius does the same thing whenever we go out.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re a bit of a man-whore, Matthew.”

“Only for you,” he groaned, dipping his head to rest in the crook of your neck.

Your hands found their way up to his back, resting on his shoulder blades as his thrusts became sloppy. At a particular movement, he hit your g-spot perfectly, making you dig your nails into his back which brought forth his orgasm. His hair clung to his sweaty forehead, cheeks flushed in the low-light of the moon. 

He looked so pretty like this. 

He laid on top of you, feeling your heartbeat slow as your body relaxed into the couch. 

“Is it scary?” you whispered, peeling some of his hair off of his face, “Being Daredevil?”

He chuckled, the low grumble vibrating through your body, “Sometimes, but I manage.” 

“Please be careful, Matt. I don’t wanna lose you.”

The worried tone in your voice was clearly heard, and he placed a kiss on your chest to soothe you. 

“Don’t worry. You won’t, I promise.”

You smiled, running your hand through his damp hair, “So is that what you’re doing when ignoring my calls? Fighting people in your underwear?”

“It is not underwear.”

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[shinwoo]

fairytale — [iwaizumi hajime]

♤ keep in mind: fluff n angst, fake dating ♤ wc: 706 ♤ a/n: "I'M IN LOOOVE WITH A FAIRY TALEEEE EVEN THOOUGH IT HUUUUURTS, CAUSE I DON'T CAREEE IF I LOSE MY MINDD, I'M ALREEEADY CUUUURSEDD" - idek what this is, think i got carried away lol ♤ tw/cw: food, mentions of food

"can you pretend to be my boyfriend?" you begged, "for just a little while..."

"hah? why? just ask som-"

you shook your head fervently, "no, it has to be you. i-"

iwaizumi rolled his eyes and flicked you on the forehead. "idiot, there's no reason that it has to be me. i'm not going to pretend to be your boyfriend."

"ow. but iwaaa, i'll treat you... to some agedashi tofu~ all you can eat and whenever you want," you wiggled your eyebrows at him, laughing as you watched his face contort into a combination of temptation and stubbornness - but you knew you'd won.

"...how long?"

"just enough to make oikawa fall for me."

iwaizumi stared at you, considering his options: pretending to date you had its benefits and he couldn't seem to find any drawbacks. after a few more seconds, he looked away and nodded.

"fine, but i want some tofu right now."

you giggled, "alright, let's go!"

what you didn't know, however, was that his stomach transformed into a black hole when it came to agedashi tofu. he was on his 17th bowl, inhaling the food like someone was going to barge in and steal it from him, when he set the bowl and his chopsticks down on the table and looked at you.

"so," he started, crossing his arms, "what's your plan?"

you stared wide-eyed at the stack of bowls beside him and back at your wallet, "iwa, i don't think that's the problem right now..."

he shrugged, "you did say all that i could eat."

"i know, but i was expecting like 5 bowls at the most. not 20!"

"17," he corrected, "i've only had 17 bowls."

"oh, right, because that makes all the difference," you retorted.

iwaizumi sighed, "then you shouldn't have said 'all you can eat'."

"...you know what, let's go now before you're tempted to eat another bowl."

you took your receipt and headed to the cashier with iwaizumi following close behind. as you paid, the cashier glanced at the two of you and gushed, "my, your boyfriend is so tall and handsome, you're very lucky!"

"oh, he's not m- ouch-"

iwaizumi pinched your elbow. "thank you," he said to the cashier, laughing. the cashier smiled and counted out the change to hand to you. "thank you for the food," you both said in unison, bowing politely before leaving the restaurant. as you left, you rubbed your elbow and glared at iwaizumi.

"what was that for?"

"'pReteNd tO bE mY bOyfRieNd,'" iwaizumi mocked, "'oH, no, hE's nOt mY bOyfRienD.' don't ask me to do things for you if you can't even do them yourself in the first place, y/n."

before you could even defend yourself, you noticed iwaizumi's eyes widen a little. "kiss me," he whispered to you.

"what-"

iwazumi put a hand on your hip and pulled you in, lips softly brushing the tip of your nose. but of course, to anyone else it would look like he kissed you on the lips, a fleeting moment of passion that he just couldn't resist.

you heard squeals behind you - squeals you knew all too well. you turned around to find chocolate brown eyes locked onto yours, narrowing, and you could see the jealousy flash across his face. his mob of fangirls continuing to marvel at you and iwaizumi behind him.

but as quickly as it came, it went. oikawa approached you and iwaizumi with a light smile on his face. iwaizumi put an arm around your shoulder, maybe in an attempt to calm you down.

"iwa-chan~ funny seeing you here. with... y/n-chan. are you two dating?"

"i-"

"yeah, so what if we are?"

oikawa laughed, raising his hands in surrender, "no need to get defensive, iwa-chan. it was just a simple question. happy for the both of you. good luck."

"yeah, thanks..."

you both watched as he walked off, before glancing at each other again. iwaizumi went bright red when he realized that he'd kissed you without your permission.

"look, i'm sorry, i-"

you laughed, "it's okay, iwa, it was necessary in the moment. i don't blame you for anything. and... thank you for covering for me."

"don't mention it. but does this mean that we're done now?"

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[inadaydream99]

When They See You With Another Guy ~ with The Boyz

Requested by anon

A/N- Hi, thanks for requesting! This has taken ages for me to write but I hope you enjoy! ☺️

Sangyeon

Sangyeon had been minding his own business, walking along the street, when his eyes landed on you stood talking with a guy he’d never seen before

It wasn’t that he was jealous, but he doesn’t like the fact that the wide smile on your face is because of someone other than him

He’s confused… should he go over to you or just keep walking and talk to you about it later???

But he decides it’s best to wait until he has a chance to talk to you properly. Though that doesn’t mean he’s not replaying the scene over in his head all day

You burst into laughter upon hearing Sangyeon’s question. It really does make you feel amused that he’d been so obviously concerned about it all day

“That was my friends boyfriend. We’d just so happened to bump into each other in the street and had a little catch up, that’s all.” You clear things up instantly

Sangyeon’s instantly chuckles, his hand awkwardly scratching his neck until you reach out and hold it, intwining your fingers together

Jacob

Being an incredibly rational person, it’s probably expected that seeing you with another guy wouldn’t bother Jacob much

Except, it really really does…

There’s this underlying protectiveness within him that he only has for his members and his s/o

So when he sees that you are close to another guy, its almost shocking how mad it makes him

Of course, Jacob is mature enough to manage his emotions when in public situations. But the instant you’re alone, it’s a completely different story

“Who was that guy you were talking to earlier?” Jacob controls the conversation, staring you directly in the eyes as a seriousness encompasses you both

“He’s just a friend from work, more of an acquaintance really.” You reassure, placing a gentle hand onto his arm in an attempt to calm his tense posture

“How come you didn’t introduce me then. You always introduce me…” Jacob remains firm, a jealous tinge emerging through his tone

You can tell it’s taking a lot for him to hold his emotions in this moment. Although, his anger isn’t aimed towards you, but your handsome colleague

“Truthfully.” You emit a deep breath. “He’s a huge fan of yours and when I offered to introduce you he said he was too nervous.”

Upon hearing this confession, a huge grin explodes onto Jacob’s face

He’s relieved, the soft laugh you love so much making an appearance as he pulls you into his arms and presses a loving kiss atop your head

Younghoon

Younghoon had been acting off all night, everyone had noticed it, but no one was really sure why he looked so pissed

It wasn’t until you’d managed to get him alone that you were able to fully understand, and honestly, you weren’t too impressed by his reason

“So I’m not allowed to talk to any guys.” You defensively sass, arms folded across your chest to close yourself off from your childish boyfriend

“No, I’m not saying that. I just don’t like it when guys get to friendly with you.” Younghoon grumbles moodily

“So you don’t trust me, that’s what you’re saying?” You sarcastically laugh, it’s really hard to believe he’s acting this way over such an insignificant thing

The ‘thing’ in question isn’t insignificant to Younghoon, however. Especially when you seemed so much happier hanging out with your guy friend than him

“Of course I trust you, it’s just him I don’t trust!” Younghoon completely looses his cool, throwing his arms up in frustration

Hearing his blatant jealousy leaves you at a loss for words, so you simply shake your head in disappointment, walking away from Younghoon before one of you says something you’ll regret

Hyunjae

He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you laughing at the guys words… was he really that funny?

Jaehyun isn’t sure, after all, he’s not a part of the conversation

His bottom lip instantly juts out into a pout as he continues to watch your interaction. I mean, what did he do for you to treat him like this?

“What’s the sulky face for?” You chuckle as soon as you approach him, unaware of how upset you’ve made him

“Your friend seems like a funny guy.” He avoids your question, taking a sip of his drink to take away the sour taste left in his mouth

You raise your brows at your boyfriends words. It’s not your fault he’s jealous, but either way, you aren’t about to stir up an argument

“I mean, I’ve met funnier…” you trail off, failing to hide the teasing smirk that twinges at the corner of your lips

“Like who?” Hyunjae’s eyes go wide at your statement, he’d clearly missed what you were insinuating

“You’re so cute.” Is all you respond with, chuckling in amusement at how he’s being so endearingly obvious with his emotions

And it seems as though it does the trick, Hyunjae finally smiling once again as you enjoy each others company

Juyeon

Juyeon doesn’t want to make something out of nothing, but when you spend the morning rushing around getting ready instead of paying attention to him, it hurts him a little

Instead of verbalising his emotions, he decides to catch your attention in another way

Purposefully strolling out of your room and into the living space of your apartment in only his pants, Juyeon stretches his arms out and rolls his head back, sighing loudly to catch your attention

“Ju, have you seen my phone?” You whiz past him without a second glance

“It’s right here, on the table.” He calls out, lounging back onto the sofa as casually as he can (except it’s in no way casual)

“Thank y-” your words cut off as soon as you take him in, mouth agape as your mind goes empty of all thoughts, well except one…

“Have a nice time today and I’ll see you for dinner.” Juyeon beams at you.

However desperately he wants to make you decide to stay with him instead of meeting your guy friend, he would never admit it out loud

“Can I have a kiss goodbye?” You timidly ask, almost as if you haven’t asked him that before

Juyeon snickers as he stands up and pulls you into him, one hand falling delicately onto your waist and the other caressing your cheek

You complain when he only leaves a simple peck on your lips, eager for more

Juyeon’s just happy to know you are no longer in a rush to leave, and that’s enough to make him feel content for the rest of the day until you come back home to him

Kevin

Kevin wouldn’t really mind seeing you hanging out with guy friends, just as long as you are open with him about it

He’s not the type to get jealous often, and even then it’s only to tease you

“You know, we haven’t spend much time together lately.” He pouts after hearing that you’re heading out to see a male friend of yours

It’s the first day in a long time that Kevin has some time off and he was really hoping you would be around to share it with him

“Don’t make me feel worse about it, I’ve had this arranged for ages…” you sigh, accepting his hand as you take a moment to come up with a compromise

“You know you could just make it clear that you’re gonna hang out with your boyfriend.” Kevin softly suggests, his tone insinuating the slight bitterness he’s been trying to cover up

“Kevin…” you whine.

His laughter only makes you roll your eyes as you realise he’s been messing with you. So you playfully shove him away when he attempts to pull you into a hug

Chanhee

Is Chanhee bothered to see you spending so much time with another guy at the company party? On the outside it’s a firm no, but inside he’s not pleased

It’s not your fault that you’d made friends with the staff, and that the closest friend was a male staff

Honestly, every part of Chanhee wants to sassily stroll over to you and your friend and make it very clear that you have a boyfriend

But he’s hesitant, it’s really taken a blow to his confidence…

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” You perch on the chair beside your solemn looking boyfriend. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m… just feeling a little under the weather.” Chanhee fibs. He doesn’t like lying to you, but deep down he knows he’d feel much worst making you feel bad for spending time with friends

“Do you want to go home?” You offer, a soft smile on your face to reciprocate your boyfriends when he nods, accepting your hand and intertwining your fingers together as you make your way out of the party

Changmin

You feel an arm wrap around your waist, tugging you closer into the person beside you, a light gasp escaping your lips from the unexpected presence of your boyfriend

Changmin’s eyes are fiercely trained on the guy stood opposite you, baring his gritted teeth as he boldly interrupts your conversation

“…this is my boyfriend Changmin…” you hesitate, introducing him in a feeble attempt to break the tense silence

“And who are you?” Changmin spits, impatience radiating off of him as the stranger takes a second to comprehend the simple question

“Minnie-” Changmin’s head snaps to you, your sentence falling short just from his enraged stare

“I asked him. Who. Are. You.” His tone is sharp, making it evermore clear that he needs an answer instantly.

“I’m (Y/N)’s cousin.”

“Oh.” Changmin’s shoulders slump… he feels stupid

And that’s when you take the opportunity to apologise to your cousin on Changmin’s behalf, before excusing you both

“I’m so sorry-” Changmin’s doe eyes plead at you. “I just get too ahead of myself sometimes.”

“It’s ok, you didn’t mean any harm.” You comfort, accepting the fact that Changmin is just very territorial over you

And later on, Changmin makes the effort to make amends with your cousin himself

Haknyeon

One thing that Haknyeon absolutely adores is the way you look at him as though he’s the only person you see, your eyes glimmering with complete admiration at anything and everything he does

So when he thinks that you are giving another guy a very similar look, it makes him feel a way he’s never felt before

“Yeah, I know what I saw. Don’t be stupid.” Haknyeon continues to walk away from you, his tone cold as he refuses to even spare you a glance

“But I really don’t know what I’ve done?” You chase after him, finally catching up when he has to stop to unlock the front door

“Oh come on! You were practically undressing him with your eyes!” He finally turns to you, waiting for you to come back at him with a defensive comment

Except you don’t, you just gawk at him in disbelief

“If you really believe that I’d even flirt with the idea of having eyes for anyone other than you, then why are we together?” You break the silence, your voice barely audible but leaving an echo in Haknyeon’s mind as he speechlessly watches you walk away

Sunwoo

He acts on his emotions first, rationality coming in second

So when he sees you with a guy he’d never encountered before, he feels hurt and betrayed

“I don’t get it Sunwoo, why are you so mad at me?” You frustratedly brush your hand through your hair, repeating the question for the thousandth time that evening

Sunwoo simply continues to ignore you, choosing to focus all his attention onto the tv as he grabs the remote and it flicks onto some random channel

His frown deepens when you move to block his view of the tv, pleading at him as best as you can

“Instead of annoying me why don’t you go back to that guy you were falling all over earlier.” Sunwoo finally speaks, his harsh tone and bitter words making your mouth go dry, chest tight as you feel your heart sink to your stomach. Is this really what he thinks?

“Sorry what?” You question back, finding it hard to believe you’ve heard him correctly

Seeing the pure horror on your face from his accusation makes Sunwoo feel instant regret

“That was my best friends brother, you know the one I’ve known since I was a baby?” You defensively explain

You watch as Sunwoo’s eyes widen in realisation, his face morphing through multiple emotions before it finally fixes into one of shame

“I’m so sorry (Y/N). How could I have been so stupid.” He stands from the sofa, closing the distance that had been created between you during your disagreement

He watches cautiously as his hand reaches out to take yours, letting out a breath of relief when you don’t resist as he intertwines your fingers together

“It’s ok, it’s and easy misunderstanding.” You meekly smile at him. “Just ask me next time, instead of getting all jealous about it.”

“I promise.” You chuckle as Sunwoo rolls his eyes, before pulling you into his embrace

Eric

“(Y/N), there you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Eric playfully scolds you through a wide smile, his heart filling with pride when you giggle at him

He’d wanted to seem casual in his approach to you, fully intending on making it known to your colleague that you are happily taken

“Nice to see you again Eric.” Your colleague nods, holding his hand out for Eric to shake, which Eric begrudgingly accepts

You don’t notice the forced smiles between the two, staying civil for the sake of appearances even though they both share the same distaste for one another

“You too.” Eric mumbles, turning his attention onto you, the sole reason for his endurance of being accommodating towards such an unpleasant guy (in his opinion anyway)

“We really should get going now, it’s already past when we agreed we should leave.” Eric affectionately reminds you, leaning down to press a light kiss to your forehead in the process

“You could stay with me if you don’t want to leave yet. I’ll take care of you.” Your colleague speaks up the second you let out a light “oh” in realisation of the time

This proposition, however, makes Eric tense instantly, which doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Actually I’m ready to go, just need to say goodbye to my boss.” You delicately place your hand on Eric’s arm as a way of comfort, before slipping away to say your goodbyes

Eric simply sends a taunting smirk towards your colleague, his look speaking a thousand words, before sauntering away

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[seita]

— don’t ask | hitoshi shinsou (m.)

pairing: hitoshi shinsou/f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

wordcount: 𝟷𝟹𝟻𝟿𝟶

cw: roommate!au, sugar baby!au

tags: heavy pining, arguments, briefly ft.kaminari, rejection, possessiveness, jealousy, crying, dirty talk, pet names, dom!shinsou, fingering, riding, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, praise (?), marking, creampie, angst with a happy ending.

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— you thought it was strange a guy your age made such good money by seemingly doing nothing. whenever you would question him about his income, he’d grow defensive. once a month, a left the house for a few days; leaving to perform a mysterious job he didn’t want you to know about.

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When you saw the flier for someone looking for a new roommate, you honestly thought it was one big scam. You assumed that the second you set up a meeting, you would be kidnapped and never seen again. 

Being a lowly college kid meant you didn’t have your sea legs in the adult world quite yet. Swamped with studies, horrible at managing your time and your stress levels, you were left a constant mess. So, your solution was to stick to studying for the most part and work part-time so the job didn’t take up too much of your time. 

Another genius idea you had was the age-old roommate situation. You started out looking for listings online for preferably Musutafu or Tokyo. Alas, you came up with nothing after a handful of weeks and were intending to give up. 

However, a stop by the grocery store changed everything. It was a flyer for someone looking for a roommate in an area of Tokyo that you knew to be pretty pricey. 

It was close enough to your college campus so you wouldn’t have to worry about a stupid commute. You thought it was too good to be true as you looked at the information stating you wouldn’t even need to pay rent. You’d simply have to split some bills and buy your own groceries. 

The idea of not having to shell out hundreds of dollars a month was appealing on its own; you’d definitely be able to save with a living situation like that. 

The logical side of you was weary, however. The entire thing could be a ploy to trick some unsuspecting victim, like yourself, into who knows what. 

Still, it probably wouldn’t hurt to contact the person just in case it wasn’t a trick. No harm in checking, you supposed. 

Tugging the flyer down from where it was pinned up on the bulletin board, you folded it up and tucked it away in the front pocket of your purse to take care of when you got home from classes. 

All of that led you to meeting one Hitoshi Shinsou. He was a tall, tired looking guy around your age. His most prominent feature was the fluffy mess of purple hair that was atop his head. When you first met him, he fixed you with a cold gaze ― his purple irises burning holes into you. And for a second you were sure that you were right on your hunch and you were never going to return home. 

Nothing of consequence happened, naturally, and instead he showed you the bedroom you would be using and handed you a key before sitting down on the couch to watch TV. The whole exchange was unlike anything you expected. When you questioned him he simply told you he’d get everything straight for you and that you could begin to move in whenever. 

So you did.

As expected of such an expensive apartment, the room you were given was great. It was roomy and nothing like you assumed you would wind up with. Most college students wind up with a shitty roommate, a one-bedroom apartment, and instant ramen for dinner every night. 

Instead you got the chillest roommate known to mankind. Shinsou barely even made a peep. Most of the time you found him relaxing in front of the TV watching murder documentaries. You did learn that the poor guy had insomnia and as a result was up almost every night. Sometimes you would catch him snoozing on the couch but that rarely lasted more than 2 or 3 hours before he was up and about once again. 

You did learn that the man was a lousy cook so he mostly lived on instant ramen before you moved in. Luckily for him, you enjoyed cooking and decided to be the one to make meals for the two of you. To say Shinsou was appreciative was an understatement. 

Simply put, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. 

And so bloomed an easy friendship with him. Shinsou made it easy to befriend, although he was a quiet guy he was funny and charismatic; the type of guy who probably had a lot of friends. 

You lived there for about a month when you noticed the first weird disappearance. 

You had been laying in bed, eyes closed as you slowly began to drift off to the white noise of your overhead fan. 

What lulled you from your daze was the beep of the alarm at the front door. Sitting up, you listened carefully only to hear a couple beeps and the click of the door shutting. 

Frowning, you got out of the bed and wrapped your blanket around your shoulders to shield yourself from the chilled apartment air. Your footsteps were silent as you padded your way to the entryway. You immediately noticed that Shinsou’s shoes were gone from where they should have been sitting beside the front door. 

You checked his bedroom to find that he was, indeed, not there. You simply assumed he had gone for a walk or to a convenience store or something since he couldn’t sleep and went back to bed. That was certainly not something uncommon for the insomniac you called a roommate. 

When you got up in the morning, however, you noticed he was still gone. 

You wandered into the kitchen, intending to open the fridge to start something for breakfast only to find a cute cat-themed sticky note plastered to the front of it. Written in your roommates sloppy handwriting was “I won’t be home for a few days.”

Short and to the point but still causing questions to arise in response. 

You had no choice but to carry on. You could text him and question him but you had a feeling you wouldn’t actually get any information. 

Two days was how long he was gone for. He turned on the second night, looking as tired as usual. 

“I’m home,” he called with a heavy sigh, kicking his shoes off before dropping the heavy duffle bag he carried to the floor. 

“Hey,” you greeted over the back of the couch, “I uh...made dinner but I didn’t make any for you. I didn’t know when you’d be home.”

“It’s fine, I already ate anyway,” he hummed, dropping his full weight onto the empty cushion beside you. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. 

You eyed him and decided to simply not ask about the hickey on his pale skin. 

The time ticked past midnight and you stood up, yawning as you stretched, “I’m heading to bed.”

“Alright,” he mumbled, finally stealing the remote from you, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Hey…” you paused at the entrance to the hallway, deciding to chance it, “Where did you go anyway?”

“...To work,” he replied, simply. 

His tone held a sense of finality to it, leaving no room for you to inquire exactly what that meant. So, with a final bid, you went to your bedroom. 

It was almost like deja vu, laying in bed as you fell asleep only to hear the beeping of that alarm. You sat up and climbed out of bed, intending to catch Shinsou before he was gone but as you reached the living room, you heard the front door click shut and he was gone. 

Sighing, you wandered to the kitchen to find another note like you’d seen last time stuck to the fridge. 

As you glanced at the calendar on the wall, you realized it was almost exactly a month since the last time he did this ― you remembered because he left on the 23rd and it was currently the 22nd. You could practically feel the dots forming but you had absolutely no way of connecting them. 

Deciding to retire to bed, you attempted to sleep but found yourself thinking of Shinsou. 

Two months in a row he vanished around the same time, in the middle of the night leaving only a note. Now that you thought about it, he didn’t seem to have a job ― he only said his disappearance was part of his job. But he came back with a hickey. 

Sighing, you rolled over and attempted to fall asleep. 

Two days later, he came home. 

“I’m back,” he grumbled. 

Immediately, you noted the aggravated tone to his voice. Sitting up from where you were sprawled out on the couch, you eyed him. Instead of just dropping his duffle bag like he had last time, he took it straight to the laundry room. 

As he disappeared into the kitchen, you got up and followed him. He was squatting on the floor, rummaging through the bag as he tossed out pieces of clothing. You leaned on the door jam with your arms folded on your chest. Whether or not he knew you were there, you didn’t know. 

“There’s some dinner left for you,” you said softly, watching him pause and look over his shoulder at you.

“I already ate,” he replied, voice cold. 

You frowned, standing up straight, “Alright, well…” you sighed, “I’ll wrap it up and put it in the fridge in case you get hungry tonight.”

He didn’t reply but you kept watching him. He moved to fully sit on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him with a grunt. You noticed that he was separating the clothes into two piles. Closer inspection brought your attention to the price tags attached to the clothes in one pile. 

You found yourself wondering where he got those clothes from but you decided not to ask. He seemed to be in a rather sour mood. 

He left the new clothes on the floor and dumped the others into the washing machine. With quick efficiency, he started the cycle and stuffed the remaining clothes back into his bag. 

You backed up to allow him to leave the laundry room. His shoulders were stiff and his posture was tense. It was a complete 180 from how you usually saw him. 

“You um...you alright?”  you finally asked when he sat down on the couch. 

He barely spared you a glance before propping his feet up on the coffee table, turning the TV on. Realizing you weren’t getting a response, you attempted to brush off the brief anger that flashed through you and instead went to the kitchen to clean everything up. 

You didn’t know why he was being so rude to you ― it’s not like you did anything to him. Deciding to just head to your bedroom to study, you shut off the kitchen light and skirted behind the couch to avoid getting in his way of the TV. 

He didn’t say a word as you disappeared down the hallway. 

As opposed to last time, his ‘work’ seemed to have not gone too well this time around. At least the last time, he was just tired and feeling lazy. 

You could still hear the TV going when you put all your stuff away and crawled into bed. 

The next morning, you awoke with a sigh. Sitting up, you stretched until you felt your joints pop.

As you wandered out of your bedroom, you heard the shower going, indicating Shinsou was still around. Not that you were expecting any different. 

You fixed a quick, simple breakfast for you and Shinsou, hearing the shower turn off as you finished. Wiping your washed hands on your pants, you made your way to the bathroom.

You only got to knock on the door once before it was yanked open. Suddenly, your mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. 

He stood there, his usual fluffy hair flattened and hanging haphazardly around his face. He wore his usual bored expression despite the fact he was standing there, dripping wet with only a towel around his waist. Immediately, you got a whiff of his body wash and shampoo, making you swallow thickly. 

Fuck, he smelled really good. You always thought so, when he sat on the couch beside you, you could always smell that delicious, musky scent of his body wash mixed with the spice of his cologne. But freshly washed with it, you were nearly salivating at the smell. 

“Um…” you swallowed thickly, tearing your gaze away from the well built muscles under those baggy clothes he always wore, “B-Breakfast is ready…”

“Okay,” he mumbled, moving to skirt around you. 

You sighed, assuming he was still in a shit mood again. Running a hand through your hair, you shook the delectable sight of him fresh out of the shower from your mind. As you went to go back to the kitchen, a large hand grappled around your wrist. 

“Hey,” he mumbled. You looked over your shoulder to see him nervously rubbing the back of his neck, a habit you’d seen numerous times before, “I’m sorry...about yesterday.”

“Huh?” you raised a brow, trying to ignore how big his hand was around your wrist. 

“I was in a shit mood and I took it out on you,” he explained, “So I’m sorry about that.”

“Oh,” you relaxed slightly and smiled, realizing he was actually in a decent mood today, “It’s okay.”

He gave you his own relieved smile, making your heart lurch in your chest at the sight. It was rare to see any other expression beyond that tired, bored look he always wore. Finally releasing his hold on your wrist, he spoke again, “Let me get dressed and I’ll come eat.”

“Alright,” you nodded, biting your lip as he turned his back to you. As he walked you could see the way the muscles flexed under the skin. 

When he finally vanished through his bedroom door, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Shaking your head you moved back to the kitchen intending to stuff your face to forget about how hot Hitoshi Shinsou really was. 

Before, you thought he was good looking. Usually dark circles were unbecoming but they looked almost at home on his face. His skin was nearly flawless and looked soft to the touch ― you’d seen the skincare products housed in his cabinet. It was expensive shit too. Seriously, what was the guy's job?

That thought had your mind wandering back to the monthly disappearances. 

The chair scraped against the floor as he came back ― wearing a baggy t-shirt and black sweats. He immediately dug in and began to eat. 

“So...I have to ask,” he paused, brows coming together in a scowl as you uttered those words.

“Don’t ask,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

“I just wanted to ask...if this is a monthly thing. I’ve only been here for 2 so...I just wanted to make sure,” you clarified, watching his shoulder relax. He seemed extremely defensive over any questions related to his ‘job’, you noted. 

“Yeah. Once at the end of the month I leave for two days to work,” he answered simply, obviously avoiding giving any more information that you could feed off of. 

He was smart at least. 

The sun finally dipped below the horizon and the two of you were sitting on the couch watching TV. He had some documentary on but truthfully you weren’t paying a whole lot of attention to it. 

For some reason, your mind kept bringing you back to the sight that morning of Shinsou. As you looked at him sitting beside you, arm tossed casually over the back of the couch as he slouched with his legs spread, you found yourself admiring him. 

He had a sharp jaw and pretty lips. A look lower, your eyes landed on his hands ― long, pretty fingers with prominent veins beneath the pale skin. 

Suddenly, his sharp gaze cut from the TV to you and you found yourself locked in a gaze with him for a split second before you broke away to look at the TV once more. In your peripheral, you swear you saw a smirk crossing his face. 

But he didn’t comment and for that, you were thankful. 

You bid him goodnight and as usual, he stayed up. You began to wonder if the man even tried to sleep anymore. 

You stepped into the bathroom, warning your roommate that you were taking a shower. He shouted back a simple ‘okay’ before you shut the door. 

You stepped under the stream of water after stripping, the steam of the hot water filling the bathroom and relaxing your muscles. You tipped your head back to wet your hair, humming to yourself. 

You eyed Shinsou’s body wash sitting in the purple caddy handing on a hook on the wall. It brought you back to how nice he smelled when he was close to you. When you could feel his body warmth radiating off of him. You would look at him, his shoulders broad and his body warm and inviting. It was nearly impossible to resist the urge to cuddle yourself into his chest. 

You wondered what it would be like to lay against him, his arms wrapped around you as he softly stroked your skin. Maybe he would press a soft kiss to your forehead ― the idea alone made you melt. 

Realizing you had lost yourself in thought, you hurried to finish your shower and get to bed. 

You fell asleep with Shinsou on your mind that night. 

Shinsou’s third monthly work time finally rolled around once again. This time, you stayed up late so Shinsou had no choice but the interact before he left. You were hoping to maybe get more hints about what it is he did. 

He shut his bedroom door, hoisting his duffle bag over his shoulder with a grunt. You were surprised to see him in actual clothes ― rather nice ones as well. 

His jeans fit him perfectly and the button down shirt he wore was tucked in, showing off his lean figure. The belt buckle on his jeans indicated it was name brand and you found yourself wondering how much his job even paid. 

“I’ll be home same as usual,” he mumbled, bending down to slide his shoes on at the door. He looked so good doing just a simple task and you found your heart racing in your chest. His shoulders were accented so well by his shirt. The sleeves were rolled up halfway on his forearms and there was an expensive looking watch on one of his wrists. 

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he opened the door ― suddenly finding that you didn’t want him to leave. 

“Um…” you called, making him pause in the open door, looking over his shoulder with a brow raised in question, “You...uh…” you struggled to find something to say but he waited patiently for you to form your next words, “Have a nice time...come home soon.”

Your heart thudded painfully as you watched his gaze soften, a smile forming on his lips as he nodded, “I’ll see you later, ______.”

Your ears were ringing as he shut the door, the sound of your name coming from his lips echoing in your head. You sunk down onto the couch, hand on your chest as you came to a startling realization. 

You had a crush on your roommate. 

Living with Shinsou after coming to terms that you had a crush on him was...difficult to say the least. Simple things he did that you used to pay no mind to, you now found yourself getting jittery at the sight. 

Like the way he rubbed his eyes with a fist when he woke up from a nap on the couch, a sound you could only describe as a whine coming from his throat as he sat up. 

The day your kitchen sink stopped working and he had to fix it was one you wouldn’t ever forget. He was leaning beneath the sink, in the cabinet on his back as he fiddled with some tools on the pipes. His white t-shirt became see-through as he sweat from the hard work, his biceps flexing with every movement he made. His shirt rode up a bit over his stomach, exposing his abs that moved and rippled with every movement. His sweats were riding low on his hips, exposing that delicious v-line and happy trail that vanished beneath the band.

The worst part was the way you could see everything in those gray sweatpants he wore. You were pretty sure he wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

You had to leave the room and hide in your bedroom with the window open until he finally finished fixing it. 

You definitely didn’t let your hand slide down your panties to the mental image of him that night. 

Despite living together for nearly four months, you knew close to nothing personal about Shinsou. Putting aside his weird, shady two-day job once a month, you didn’t have anything else to go off of on who he was. 

He was a quiet guy who liked documentaries, video games, and had insomnia. He really loved to eat breakfast foods and cats. Although you hadn’t been in his room even once, only had a couple peeks inside, you knew he owned some cat-themed stationary at the very least. 

Despite his cold appearance, he was actually quite kindhearted and gentle but seemed to have no desire to show it unless necessary. One time, you cut your finger while cooking and you swear you’d never seen him run faster to get a bandaid from the bathroom ― one with a cat on it, no less. 

You still remember the feeling of his hand holding yours and how close his face was as he inspected the cut. You could have leaned in and kissed him so easily then. 

And god was that tempting. 

So lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize the glass you were holding in your hand slipped free until it shattered in a million pieces across the linoleum floor. You gasped, startled as you looked around for a way to escape but a single step in an area you thought was clear brought a cry from your lips as you stepped on the tiny shards. 

You heard a loud thump from the living room where he had been playing a video game before the thundering footsteps raced into the kitchen. Shinsou’s eyes were wide, like he was terrified of what he would find. 

“Don’t move,” he snapped, noting the way you leaned against the counter to take your injured foot off of the ground. He opened the storage cabinet and pulled out the broom and dust pan. 

It took only a few minutes for him to clean it up enough to get to you safely on his own bare feet. Instead of you limping your way to the living room however, you found yourself swept off your feet. 

Your heart raced so hard, you could hear it pounding in your ears. You were cradled against his chest, so warm and firm with his strong arms beneath your knees and shoulders. His heavenly scent surrounded you ― more intense than you’d even smelt it before. As you finally got a close look, you took notice of how his long lashes framed his pretty eyes. 

All too soon, you were placed on the couch and he was disappearing down the hall with quick efficiency. You were still stunned from being in his arms that you barely noticed he had returned until he was on his knees in front of you. 

Immediately, your cheeks bloomed hot with a blush. The image of him on his knees like that immediately sent your mind to a wicked place. 

Luckily your dirty mind was stopped in its tracks when he began pulling glass from your foot.

You gasped in pain, attempting to pull away on reflex but he held strong, sharp gaze burning holes into you.

“Sit still,” he growled, sending a shiver down your spine. 

His voice was so low, so commanding that you found yourself immediately doing what he said. You always were weak to a dominant man. 

Soon enough, your foot was cleaned and he deemed that the bleeding had stopped.

“It’ll probably hurt like hell for a little while when you walk on it,” he warned, packing the first aid away. 

“Thanks Hitoshi,” you smiled, earning a soft nod of acknowledgement from the man. 

The memory of being in his arms, even for that brief moment, was imprinted in your mind. As you laid in bed, you thought about it. It made your stomach flutter in excitement as you fell asleep. 

The fourth monthly job for Shinsou came and unfortunately, you missed him leaving. You had stayed up studying and as a result fell asleep earlier than usual. When you woke up he was already gone and you were left with a painful throb in your heart. 

You missed him. 

As you lazed on the couch, you found your mind wandering to him again. Like always. It was like your mind was cursed. 

You wondered if he thought about you at all. The idea made you feel giddy and you had to bite back a smile. You felt like a silly schoolgirl with your crush ― the way he made your stomach flutter, your heart race, and your cheeks burn was getting ridiculous. It wasn’t like you could confess, he hadn’t given much of a hint that he even thought of you as a friend. Plus, you weren’t sure if you were willing to give up the killer apartment and perfect roommate gig you currently had with a foolish confession. 

You heaved a sigh, sitting up with a new idea in mind. 

A way that you could learn more about him.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the...most noble means. 

Standing outside his bedroom door, you bit your lip. It felt wrong to go into his room without permission. It wasn’t like he went into your room ― as far as you knew, who knows what he did while you were at school or working. 

The metal doorknob was cold in your palm as you turned it and pushed it open with a soft click.

You’d seen his room in quick glances before when he opened it but you’d never gotten to fully inspect it. He had a large bed that took up the most space in his room. Situated on a dresser at the end of the bed was a TV, a Playstation set up beside it. Against the opposite wall was a desk with a gaming computer setup and a red and black gaming chair pushed in neatly. 

There were a few articles of clothing littering the floor around his laundry basket and his closet was partly open to reveal his primarily monochromatic wardrobe choices. 

Walking into the bedroom, you immediately got a whiff of his cologne, making you smile at the addictive scent. You took a seat on the edge of his bed, the black comforter incredibly soft beneath your hands. 

You leaned forward and opened his nightstand drawer, finding nothing too interesting ― a picture of him standing with a smiling boy with crazy green hair, a pink-skinned girl, and a beaming red-haired guy. 

You hadn’t really given it much thought ― that he had friends. He didn’t really talk about anyone, in fact you never heard him mention anyone in his life besides his mom a few times. You did note that he texted on his phone quite a lot and sometimes you could hear him laughing and cursing from his bedroom as he played a video game. You wondered what his friends' names were, what they were like ― what it was like to be friends with Shinsou. 

What you wouldn’t give to be someone...important in his life. 

Sighing, you closed the drawer and moved to his dresser. Your own thoughts caused your heart to ache and you tried to brush it off by looking through the drawers for something interesting. 

Fortunately, you got what you wished for. 

The last drawer to the right contained a little black metal box buried beneath some clothes. You pulled it out and took a seat on the floor, pressing the button to open it. It popped open and you gaped at what you saw. 

It was filled with money. More money than you’d probably ever seen in your whole life. The bills were wrapped together with rubber bands ― there had to be thousands of dollars in even a single stack. As you pulled out the bundles, you found that there were things located beneath them. 

Jewels; all types. Diamond rings, necklaces, bracelets, ruby and emerald gems decorating them. You pulled out a ring and held it up, watching as he gleamed under the light. 

You tucked everything back inside the box and hid it back the way you found it, shutting the drawer before standing up. 

You had no idea what to think as you shut his door once again, moving to your own room. How could he have all that money hidden away like that? It was certainly shady. 

Perhaps it was counterfeit? Or maybe he stole it! 

And what about those jewels? Did he steal those too? Why were they hidden instead of sold off somewhere?

You had so many questions and absolutely no answers. 

Suddenly you were regretting going snooping in his room. 

The fifth month of living with him would have to be where things started to go downhill. 

He came home from his weekend away, tired and grumpy, just wanting a relaxing shower. However, you hadn’t realized he was home so in your tired, sleep-filled daze you stumbled to the bathroom with the urgent need to pee. 

You pushed the bathroom door open and halted in your tracks, heart stopping in your chest at the sight of shirtless Shinsou. 

He had his back to you, displaying the angry red scratch marks that raked down the pale skin of his back, making them stand out even more. He realized you were there and spun around, eyes narrowed in a glare. With his chest in view, you could see all the hickeys and bites that trailed down  his body, disappearing in the hem of his jeans that he had yet to shed.

“Get the hell out,” he snapped, ripping the door from your hand before slamming in shut in your face. 

You stared at the wood for several, long seconds, stunned. You heard the shower start and snapped out of your daze. Forgetting your once desperate need to pee, you trudged back to your  bedroom and quietly shut the door. 

You weren’t a fool ― you knew exactly what those marks meant. You crawled under the covers and found yourself wondering what kind of woman got Hitoshi Shinsou’s attention enough to get him into bed. 

And what did she have that you didn’t?

Truth be told, you couldn’t even imagine him as the type to sleep around. He wasn’t exactly sociable and he rarely seemed to go out of his way to interact even with his friends.

You could hear the shower turn off and you were suddenly reminded of the way he slammed the door in your face ― the ache from realizing he’d been with someone else only exacerbated by the knife of his shouting at you. 

You closed your eyes and attempted to sleep, ignoring the sting behind your eyes. 

The next morning, you found yourself not wanting to get out of bed. You could hear Shinsou shuffling around the house, doing god knows what. You heard him walk down the hallway, heart freezing as he stopped in front of your bedroom door. 

You closed your eyes, willing him to go away. 

Luck was not on your side, however, as he knocked thrice on your door. It was loud enough that you knew you wouldn’t be able to feign sleeping through it. 

You sighed and crawled out of bed and trudged over to the door, pulling it open just a bit to get a look at him. 

He had his head down, hand clasped around the nape of his neck with his other hand shoved in his pocket. He looked up when he heard the door open, brows drawn together as he gazed at you partially hiding behind the door. 

“I uh…” he cleared his throat, “I went out and picked us up some breakfast.”

“Oh…” you shifted on your feet awkwardly, nodding your head, “Thanks...I’ll eat later.”

You were about to close the door, desperate to escape the burning in your eyes as you remembered last night. Before it could close, however, he shoved his hand in the crack. You paused, not wanting to crush his hand in the door. You let him push it open to show more of you ― clad in shorts and an oversized t-shirt that you loved to sleep in. Thankfully the shirt was big enough that he wouldn’t be able to tell you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“I have to apologize,” he grunted, meeting your gaze, “I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that last night. I was just ticked off…” he trailed off.

You bit your lip, “I uh...I didn’t know you were home...so that’s why I just...walked in…” 

He shook his head, “No I understand, really. Y-You just surprised me and I reacted. I really need to stop taking my shit out on you, I’ll work on that, really. I shouldn’t have slammed the door like that either. It was a shit night but it wasn’t your fault you didn’t know I came home.”

“I-It’s alright, Hitoshi, really,” you smiled, though it faltered a bit at the memory of those scratches and hickeys.

“I...hope you’re not hiding away in here because I upset you,” he muttered, making you frown once more.

“What do you mean?” you questioned.

He bit his lip, looking away awkwardly, “you’re usually up around 10 and it’s...getting close to noon. You don’t do that normally so...I can only think you were trying to avoid me and that’s the last thing I want. This is your home too and I never want you to feel like you can’t be comfortable here.”

You gaped at him, processing what he was telling you. First, he paid close enough attention to you that he knew what time you got up ― that thought made happiness bloom in your chest and second, that was probably the most you’d heard him say in one sitting.

“It’s okay now, Hitoshi,” you smiled, “let me get dressed and I’ll be out to eat, okay?”

He smiled, making your cheeks burn at the sight as he nodded, turning away from you to move back to the living room. You closed your door and sighed. 

It was crazy how just a simple smile from him had your heart fluttering. However, it was quickly halted by the memory that he had someone ― maybe it was a girlfriend. That made your chest ache and you bit your lip to halt those negative feelings as you stripped and changed out of your pajamas. 

You had no idea how you were going to get past the painful clench in your chest every time you looked at him now. 

Month six rolled around and nothing very interesting happened. Shinsou moved his playstation into the living room so the two of you could play some games together. It was a fun bonding experience and you got to watch the way his eyes would light up whenever he beat you. The sound of his laugh still rang in your ears and you couldn’t help but smile every time you thought back to that pretty smile of his. 

It became a weekly thing for the two of you, every Friday night you would sit down on the couch together and play into the early hours of the morning. You got to know more about Shinsou than you had ever before. 

Sometimes he would jerk his body and brush against yours, sending goosebumps across your skin. He was always so warm and inviting ― just having him near you sent your poor heart into palpitations. 

You almost forgot about what happened the previous month when he came back ― those hickeys and scratches on his back finally having been cast out of your mind. 

Your heart did ache when you bid him goodbye the night he left again, wondering if he was going to see her or not. 

The seventh month was when that already precariously balanced life came crumbling down all at once. 

Shinsou was in the shower as you played on his Playstation, sitting in front of the TV with a frown on your face. You could hear the shower running and in the back of your mind you pictured what he might look like ― water running down his flawless skin, his hands caressing. You felt an almost pitiful clench in your core at the mental image. 

Your perversions were cut short by the sharp ring of the doorbell. You paused your game and groaned as you stood up, your knees popping from being sat in the same position for too long. Unlocking the door, you pulled it open and paused. 

A woman stood on the other side of the door, a well-fitting black dress and fur coat wrapped around her shoulders. Her ears, neck, and wrists were adorned with sparkling jewelry and you could see the red bottoms of her expensive heels. She wore vibrant red lipstick across pretty, smiling lips as she acknowledged you. However, you could see the cold gleam in her eyes that made the smile all too fake. 

“Can I help you?” you asked, leaning against the door jam. 

She hummed, tucking some hair behind her ear with perfectly manicured nails, “Is Toshi here?”

“Toshi?” you raised a brow at the nickname, “He’s in the shower. What do you need?”

“Just to talk,” she replied, stepping forward like she wanted to come in. When you didn’t budge she raised a brow, “You don’t mind if I come in, right? I’m sure Toshi would love to see me.”

“Uh…” you didn’t get a chance to reply as she brushed past you, her shoes clicking on the hardwood floor as she made her way towards the living room, “Sure...come on in…” you whispered sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you shut the door. 

You could hear the shower was turned off, indicating Shinsou would be returning in a minute. You looked at the woman as she glanced around the apartment, feeling a sting of jealousy burning within you. 

Was she the girl he was dating?

“So...how do you know Hitoshi?” you asked, making her smile. 

“I’m his girlfriend, of course!” she beamed, voice far too peppy for your liking.

The words sent an arrow through your heart and you looked away with a hum, ignoring the need to flee to your room and cry into the pillow like a stupid middle schooler. 

As if on cue, the bathroom door opened and Shinsou strolled down the hall, towling his hair as he moved. 

Any other time you would have drooled over the sight of a shirtless Shinsou, gym shorts hanging loose on his hips as he walked.

“Uh...Hitoshi…” you mumbled, getting his attention. 

He looked up from beneath his towel, meeting your gaze before his eyes moved to the woman beside you. Immediately his eyes went wide and he stood up straight. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snapped, startling you with how aggressive those words came out. 

The girl didn’t seem too affected, merely pouting as she spoke, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“You have no business being here,” he growled, jerking his head to the door, “Get out.”

“No!” she argued, walking right up to him, “I deserve answers before you throw me away like trash, Hitoshi!”

“I don’t owe you anything,” he replied coldly, breezing past both you and her to go to the kitchen. She followed him but you remained in the kitchen, listening as they argued.

“Why won’t you see me anymore?!” she cried, petulantly stomping her heeled foot. 

“Because you got too damn attached,” he spat, opening the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water before walking into the living room again. 

“Attached?!” she gasped, grabbing his arm to force him to look at her, “I have given you so much. How can you just break it off without a real reason! Come on, Toshi, just...be with me, you won’t have to work anymore.”

He tensed, glancing over at you at the mention of her job, jaw set, “Just get out, Kana.”

She looked over at you, a sly smile forming on her lips, “She doesn’t know what you do, does she? Is that why you’re avoiding this?”

He didn’t reply, simply glared at her. Kana scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, “After all I spent on you, you have no right to just run away. You know I can treat you better than anyone else can, Hitoshi. You’re making a mistake.”

“I have plenty of other clients lined up, Kana,” he shot back, making her frown. He chuckled at the sign of weakness she showed, “What? Did you think you were the only one? No, sweetheart, I have plenty of girls waiting to spend even just one night with me. You’re not special. You’re certainly not the highest paying one either. There’s nothing of importance tying me to you. You have nothing special to offer. You got too attached, starting having feelings for me...you know it would never work with my job. So just leave before you get your feelings hurt.”

Both of you were stunned silent. You because you had never heard him speak so coldly and harshly to someone before ― even when he was having a bad day and accidentally took it out on you. Her because the words he spat out with such venom wrecked her pride and made her burn with anger. 

She clenched her fists and snapped her head towards you, “Best not to get close to this prick,” she warned, her voice watery with unshed tears, “A man who makes money being a sugar baby isn’t one you want to get attached too.”

With those last words, she stormed out. The slam of the door made both you and Shinsou flinch. The silence that followed was even more deafening, however. 

Shinsou cursed under his breath, running a hand through his half-dry hair.

“So...she wasn’t your girlfriend?” you asked, making him look over at you. 

He was quiet for a second before chuckling under his breath, “You learn what my job is and that's the first thing you wonder?”

“Well!” you defended yourself quickly, “She introduced herself as your girlfriend!”

He shook his head, moving around the couch to take a seat, “No, she was just...a client I spent time with for a while. She started catching feelings so I cut it off and referred her to a friend of mine. Apparently...she didn’t like that.”

“How’d she know you lived here?” you asked, sitting beside him.

He shrugged, “She could have looked through my shit at some point, I suppose.”

You hummed, not wanting to push him to reveal more than he wanted to. After all, it wasn’t even his choice to expose his line of work anyway. 

Well, at least you had answers on why he had all those expensive clothes, cash, and jewelry. It was good to know he wasn’t some type of shady thief in the end. 

“It’s...just a really bad idea to get involved with clients,” he explained suddenly, “It’s not a relationship that’s built up on anything real. Having to pay for the company of someone is not a good foundation,” he sighed, running his hand through his hair again before looking at you, “I hope you...don’t think differently of me because of my job.”

You shrugged your shoulders and shook your head, “It’s not really my place to judge you, you know?”

“Thanks,” he smiled, “It’s not really something that’s as bad as people think. It gets a bad rep for having sex for money and shit but...truthfully majority of my job is just...being company to rich women. Sometimes they want to take me around to some fancy parties to show me off or go on dates because they’re lonely. Sex isn’t the majority of what I do. I mean...I will but...it’s not the most common occurrence.”

Once again, the vision of those hickeys and sex-scratches crossed your mind and you found yourself wondering what kind of woman gave him those. At least you could be assured he wasn’t going out to see his girlfriend when he went to work ― they were strictly clients.

Which meant...he was probably single. 

Your heart stuttered in your chest at the hopeful idea. 

“How about I order some take out?” you asked, standing up to retrieve your phone. 

“Get some pizza,” he called as you disappeared down the hall. 

After his occupation was revealed to you, things began to look up. He became more open and carefree around you ― as he no longer had a big secret to hide. He didn’t really talk about his work but he wasn’t hiding it from you either. 

You decided not to ask too many questions, knowing you’d only burn up in jealousy at the idea. You knew you didn’t really have a right to be jealous since you weren’t his girlfriend or anything but you couldn’t help it either. 

The peaceful feeling didn’t last long, however. Once the fire started burning, it had no other choice but to rage. 

“You should really just tell him, _____!” your friend, Uraraka whined, head against the table.

“It’s seriously painful,” Momo agreed, “All this pining is making me sick.”

“Oh real nice,” you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your coffee. 

It felt nice to hang around with your friends for once ― it wasn’t something you frequently got the opportunity to do. 

Just as Uraraka was about to open her mouth and reply, a looming shadow dropped over the table. You all looked over to find the familiar blonde hair and wide grin.

“Kaminari,” you greeted with a smile.

“Hey _____,” he waved before tucking his hands in his pockets, “Listen, I’ve been wanting to ask for a while but...would you like to go out with me sometime?”

The question left you stunned. 

You weren’t super close to Denki Kaminari, you shared a few general studies classes. He was a goofy, excitable guy who always seemed to know how to light up a room. Everyone around him was always in a good mood, in general he was just a very positive person. 

Not just that but he wasn’t too bad to look at either; with his pretty, wide eyes and sharp jawline. The black lightning bolt streak through his hair just made him look even more charming. 

But you hesitated, your mind drifting to Shinsou.��

Sighing, you bit your lip, “Can I get back to you on that?”

He smiled, nodding his head, obviously relieved you didn’t tell him a flat out no, “No problem. I’ll see you later!”

Once he was gone, a sharp smack landed on your back making you cry out.

“Why didn’t you give him an answer?!” Momo cried.

“Denki’s a great guy, _____! You should do it!” Uraraka added.

You shrugged, “It’s just…”

“If you’re holding out hoping something will miraculously happen with stupid Shinsou, it’s a stupid idea,” Momo said, making you pout that she had read you so easily.

“Just tell him how you feel, _____,” Uraraka sighed, “If he rejects you, you can accept Denki’s date!”

You sighed but didn’t reply. Your two friends shared a look before changing the topic, drawing the attention away from your hopeless crush on your roommate. 

When you got home, you were filled with a sense of urgency. Shinsou wasn’t in the living room so you went to his bedroom, knocking a few times on the door before he opened it. 

“Hey,” he greeted, a tired smile on his face, “Welcome home.”

“Hitoshi,” you swallowed thickly, steeling yourself.

He frowned, “What is it?”

“I need to talk to you,” you breathed.

“Okay,” he stepped aside, waving you into his room.

You hesitated for a second, realizing that there would be no turning back once you walked inside. The door shutting behind you echoed in your head. He moved past you to take a seat on his computer chair. The screen was lit up behind him, indicating he had probably been playing something before you interrupted. 

“I’m all ears,” he said softly, relaxing back in his seat.

“I…” you shifted on your feet, biting your lip, “I got asked out on a date.”

He raised his brow, cocking his head to the side. Part of you had hoped you would see some hint of jealousy from him at your words but his face remained as steely as ever.

“And...you want advice or something?” he chuckled.

You shook your head, “I want to know if…” you took in a deep breath, “If you like me before I accept him.”

He was silent for what felt like an eternity, just staring at you. Shinsou was always the type of man to think before he spoke, running through all possibilities before opening his mouth. His throat moved as he swallowed, a soft sigh coming from his nose.

“You...have a crush on me, or something?” he asked, making you deflate slightly.

“Yes,” you admitted, “And...if you don’t like me back then I’ll accept this boy’s date. There’s no reason for me to wait around and hope you’ll like me back when I could be out meeting someone new.”

He nodded his head, quieting once more. You watched as he stood up, taking a few steps towards you, “_____…” you heart clenched at his tone, knowing what was coming, “My job...it doesn’t leave me room for personal relationships.”

Despite how much you prepared yourself for it, hearing him reject you hurt. You nodded, forcing yourself not to cry as you backed up towards the door.

“Alright then,” you gave him a tight-lipped smile, turning your back to him, “I guess I’ll accept Kaminari’s date then.”

As you walked out his door, you didn’t see the pained look in his eyes. Your name lingered on the tip of his tongue but he didn’t dare speak out. The click of his door was deafening in his ears and when you were gone he sighed, hanging his head as he sat on the edge of his bed, feeling like an idiot. 

The next day, you hunted down Kaminari, telling him you’d love to go out on a date with him. He was thrilled, going off excitedly about how he couldn’t believe you actually accepted him and that he would make it the best date ever. 

And truth be told, the date was a blast. You had told him you’d never been to laser tag before and immediately he said that was exactly what you do then. The sound of Denki’s laughter still echoed in your ears as he lost to you, accusing you of cheating in a lighthearted tone. 

You didn’t see much of Shinsou after you started seeing Kaminari. Although it was casual, you spent a good bit of time hanging out with him ― he began eating with you, Uraraka, and Momo on campus and the two of you texted often. 

It seemed that Shinsou wasn’t making a big effort to hang out with you anyway. As much as that hurt, you knew it was for the best. It spared you a lot of hurt and him of the awkwardness of living with a girl who had a crush on him. 

It was fair enough, you mused. 

But when you laid in bed at night, your phone on silent and the faint sound of Shinsou’s voice floating through the walls as he gamed with his friends, you felt the now familiar tug on your heart. You longed to be with him. 

But you knew it was pointless now. 

You’d been seeing Kaminari for a month when he showed up on your doorstep to pick you up. Usually you would leave and meet him but due to the rain, he opted to pick you up and save you both from the hassle. 

You were in your room, putting the final touches on your makeup when the doorbell rang. Before you could react, you heard Shinsou open the door. 

You quickly grabbed your purse, tossing the strap over your shoulder as you opened your door. You could hear their voices carrying down the hallway.

“Holy shit!” Kaminari laughed, “What a small world ― it’s been a while Hitoshi!”

“Denki,” Shinsou greeted curtly. 

“You ______’s roommate?” Kaminari asked, tucking his hands in his pockets as he waited for you, “She’s talked about you a bit. Didn’t know it was you, though, man!”

“Denki―” Shinsou was about to say something more but was cut off by your entrance.

“Hey there babydoll!” Kaminari greeted with a grin, holding his hand out for you to take, “See you later, Hitoshi!”

Shinsou didn’t respond as he watched the two of you leave, his jaw set tight as he held himself back from calling out. 

-

You felt like you’d never been more angry in your life as you stormed home. Things had been going so well between you and Kaminari, you felt like you could genuinely start to like him. You enjoyed his company and began to think less and less about one purple haired roommate of yours. 

You slammed the front door, startling poor Shinsou on the couch. He turned around, eyes wide at the blazing anger visible on your face.

“What the hell is your problem, Shinsou?!” you cried, kicking your shoes off and tossing your backpack to the floor.

“Huh?” he raised a brow dumbly, only fanning the flames of your rage. 

“You…” you heaved, fists clenched, “Who do you think you are?! Telling Denki to break it off with me?!”

Realization quickly flashed over his face and he groaned, standing up, “I didn’t tell him to break up with you!” he argued. You opened your mouth to retort but he put his hand up to stop you, “I just told him to think it over. Do you know how we know each other, ____?”

“No,” you shook your head, tossing your hands up, “What does it matter? You still have no right to interfere in my relationship!”

“He’s in the same line of work I am!” he snapped, rounding the couch, “He does the same exact thing I do.”

You paused, letting the information sink in, “Why does that matter?”

He shook his head, “Do you really want to be with a guy who spends his nights in bed with women, _____? That’s not exactly the easiest job to trust a man with.”

You didn’t have a retort, “I thought...the majority of the job was just being a companion.”

Shinsou sighed, taking a seat once more, “It really depends on the guy. Denki is pretty popular because he loves to get his dick wet.”

You thought those words would make you feel jealous. The idea of the guy you were seeing fucking other women should make you feel something but instead...you felt almost relieved. Still, it didn’t simmer the anger you felt towards Shinsou at putting his nose in your business.

“You should have come to me and told me your concerns, Shinsou,” you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him, “Instead of going behind my back for me to be dumped.”

“You’re right,” he admitted, biting his lip, “I just...wanted to see if Denki was still the same as he was when I last knew him. It’s just how it happened. I am sorry.”

Sensing his apology was sincere, you relaxed and nodded, “I’ve got to study.”

With that, you hid away in your room. 

You couldn’t deny you still felt a bit ticked off with him but at least you were able to move past it. You realized you weren’t truly attached to Kaminari, you were just using him to shove your feelings for Shinsou away ― a pretty dick move on your part. So you were relieved to be out of the relationship.

Unfortunately, this left you with Shinsou once more. Where he once was pushed from your mind for the most part, he now resumed plaguing your thoughts. 

You couldn’t deny how tired you were. 

It was emotionally exhausting feeling your heart race at the mere sight of him only for it to ache when you remembered there was no chance in hell he’d even give you the time of day. 

Things reached a head when he returned from work. Eleven months in and all the negative feelings and tension finally culminated. 

“Hey Shinsou,” you called, finding him leaning against the kitchen island with a cereal bar in his hands. 

He looked over his shoulder, an unusually cold look in his eyes as he regarded you, “What?”

You tried not to flinch at the tone, frowning, “Is everything okay?”

“Fine,” he snapped and you sighed, realizing he was in one of his moods, “What do you want?”

“I...nevermind,” you shrugged, “We’ll talk when you’re in a better mood.”

You hadn’t meant for it to be something to piss him off further. You truly meant that you would wait until he felt better to talk. For some reason, however, he took it wrong.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” he growled, pushing himself off of the counter to storm up to you.

“Nothing!” you defended, “I don’t want to get into anything with you, okay?”

“If you have something to say then just say it!” he snapped, making you shake your head.

“No!” you argued, turning on your heel to storm into your bedroom. 

Before you could get very far, however, a tight hand was wrapped around your elbow, pulling you back.

“Don’t fucking run from me!” his tone sent shivers down your spine, the angry fire burning in his eyes finally snapping something inside you.

“I am so fucking tired of this!” you tore your arm from his grip, not missing the frustrated grunt he gave in response, “This shit isn’t working anymore, Shinsou! You clearly don’t know what the hell to do with yourself; you come home from working and you’re in a shit mood and you take it out on me. Then you act like everything is perfectly fine. You know how I feel about you, so you can’t even pretend that doesn’t have anything to do with your behavior. In fact, I know it affects you because why else would you have convinced the only guy I’ve seen in the past like two years to dump me like trash! All over this stupid fucking job of yours. I don’t want to deal with the shitty way you make me feel, Shinsou!”

“So?” he snapped, teeth bared.

“So I’m gonna fucking move out!” you threatened, standing nose to nose with him.

His eyes narrowed and he let out a humourless laugh, “Fine! The sooner the better!”

With those last words he stormed past you, slamming his bedroom door with deafening finality. 

You were left alone in the living room, fists clenched as tears you’d held back so long finally broke free. 

A stupid purple haired idiot was not worth being hurt so much over. That you were sure of. 

It’s not like he even cared, apparently. 

With that thought finally pushing you into action, you returned to your own room to begin looking for new housing. 

In all your time living with him, the longest you went without seeing him was two days. Once a month when he went to work ― that was the only length of time you didn’t see him every day. 

Now, however, the two of you were avoiding each other like the plague. You had been busting your ass finding a new apartment, going to school, and working as usual. Shinsou had been hiding in his room the majority of the time. 

You even stopped cooking. 

Part of you wondered if he even noticed. Deep down, however, you knew he probably didn’t care. 

He would just get a new roommate and go on like usual. Like you had never existed. 

At least you’d be able to get over him then. 

It took a month before you found a decent place. It was nowhere near as nice as your current one but there was nothing you could do about that. Your situation with Shinsou was unique and you knew you were never gonna have an opportunity like this again. 

You came to terms with that. 

Wandering out of your room, you were surprised to find him sitting on the couch. His nose was buried in his phone but the TV played his usual shows. 

“Hey,” you greeted, keeping your voice even. He grunted in response, not looking up, “I found a place. I’ll be out by the end of the week.”

He didn’t say anything and you sighed, feeling your eyes burn. 

How you wished he would say something to stop you ― to show you that the past year wasn’t a huge waste of time and that you really meant nothing to him. You felt you could have at least called yourselves friends but...apparently that was one sided. 

The thought hurt so you escaped to your room once again to hide. 

The night before your move, you were laying in bed playing a game on your phone. Laying on your back, you held the screen up and tapped your thumbs aggressive against the screen. Your momentum was lost by three sharp knocks on your door. You cried out as your phone fell from your hand and dropped on your face. 

“Shit,” you groaned, tossing it away and getting up from bed. 

Opening the door, your words caught in your throat at the sight of Hitoshi Shinsou’s sleepy gaze fixated on you. His hand was clasped around the nape of his neck and he was looking away nervously. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” his head snapped towards you, eyes wide before you realized how that sounded, “I-I mean I thought you were supposed to be gone! You know...to work.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly and he shrugged, “I cancelled. I...wanted...no, I needed to talk to you. Can I come in?”

You stood there for a few seconds, thinking it over before stepping aside to let him in. He gave you a tight lipped smile before you shut the door behind him. Turning to face him, you took note of the way his free hand was shoved into his sweats pocket. The tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. 

“What...what did you need?” you asked, sitting on the edge of your bed. 

He remained standing, obviously thinking over his words carefully. His back was to you, his figure hunched slightly in his usual posture. But you couldn’t miss the tension his form held. 

“I never intended this to become a long-term thing,” for a moment you thought he was talking about your living arrangement but before you could refute, he was turning to you, “This sugar baby thing, that is. I had a friend who did it and made some good money from it and eventually I got into the scene and realized just how good it could pay. It’s been like 2 or 3 years now since I’ve been at it.”

He dropped his hand from around his neck, beginning to pace around your room to gaze at your various knick-knacks. He paused at the few boxes you had packed up already, a frown marring his face.

“I make even more money by selling the presents I get. Sometimes the clients will give me jewelry or clothes, I always sell them,” he sighed, picking up a snow globe that sat atop your dresser, shaking it mindlessly to watch the fake snow float around the glass. 

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked softly.

“The truth is, I hate the majority of my job,” he confessed, ignoring your question, “Most of the people are pretentious assholes who think they’re better than me because they pay me. I don’t mind being arm candy, it doesn’t really bother me. And not gonna lie sometimes the sex is bomb,” he chuckled almost lifelessly and you ignored the pang in your chest at his words, “But the position I’m in forces me to basically do whatever they want me to. Naturally, I have limits and shit but if they want to dominate me I let them and that sucks.”

“Hitoshi,” you grumbled, making him look at you, “Why are you telling me about your sexual preferences?”

“Oh right…” he shook his head, “I hate doing it because I don’t have much control in my life because of it,” he looked at you with fierce eyes, “That’s why...I want to say fuck it.”

Before you could respond, he was walking up to you, cupping your cheek in a warm hand. Your eyes were wide, staring up at him as he moved close to you, his lips brushing yours. 

“It’s been so fucking painful letting you go,” he whispered, “Having to reject you and let you go out with fucking Denki nearly broke me down, not gonna lie. I didn’t want him to hurt you, that’s why I interfered...but I also...didn’t want to let him have you when I wanted you so damn bad myself.”

Your heartbeat stuttered as you stared up at him, wide eyed, “D-Does that mean you…”

He nodded, “Shit, I’ve liked you for so long, _____. It’s been so hard not telling you how I feel every single day.”

“Hitoshi,” you likced your lips, reaching up to fist the front of his shirt. He hummed before you spoke again, “Please kiss me.”

There was a quick flash of his smile before his lips met yours ― every bit as soft as you expected them to be. You could faintly taste toothpaste on his lips but you didn’t mind one bit, he probably tasted the same from you. 

His hand moved from your cheek to your jaw, angling your head to deepen the kiss. Your own hands moved around his shoulders, pulling him closer. 

You quickly found yourself on your back, his hand wandering up the hem of your shirt, touching the bare skin of your stomach. You whimpered, fisting his hair as you kept him locked in a kiss. He didn’t seem to mind, simply sighing against your lips. 

You still had questions but you couldn’t bear the thought of stopping this so you tucked them into the back of your mind, devoting yourself to what was right in front of you. 

Shinsou sat up just slightly, breaking the kiss. You almost whined but the feeling of his hand creeping upwards towards your bare breast stopped you.

“Is this okay?” he asked for your consent, pausing before he actually touched you.

“Very,” you breathed, tugging him back down for another kiss. 

Immediately, he cupped your breast, thumbing your already erected nipple. You gasped into his mouth, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Sensitive?” he asked, pecking your lips before suddenly sitting back. 

This time you did whine at the loss. He flashed you a fond smile before pushing the hem of your shirt up to your neck, revealing your chest to his greedy eyes. 

“D-Don’t just stare,” you complained, feeling your cheeks burn as he admired your body. 

“Sorry,” he replied insincerely, cupping your breast once more, “You have such pretty tits, you know? I couldn’t help it.”

You scoffed but it turned into a choked gasp as he enveloped your pert bud in his hot mouth, wet tongue lashing against it before he pulled away with a firm suck. You wrapped your hands in those soft, purple tresses and whined. His other hand came up to pinch your other nipple, making sure to give it just as much attention. 

“Toshi…” you whined, tugging his hair until he pulled away, his lips swollen. 

“What is it, baby?” he hummed, nosing at your neck to press soft kisses there.

“T-Take your shirt off,” you breathed, tugging at the hem until you were able to pull it over his head with a bit of assistance. 

Once he was as shirtless as you, your hands began to wander to touch every bit of skin you had long to for so long. He let you explore, letting out a soft sigh when you brushed over one of his hardened nipples. You didn’t linger in one place for long, quickly growing too curious at the sight of his member straining against those damn sweatpants he always wore. 

His head tipped back as you palmed him through the fabric, quickly noticing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Eagerly, you dipped your fingers beneath the hem and pulled his cock free, your fingers not even able to touch once wrapped around. 

He was thick, a curve to his length that you just knew would hit a certain spot inside of you that would make you lose your mind. The head was a flushed red color, leaking precum that you used to give him a couple easy strokes. 

He reached down, grabbing your wrist to stop you before slipping his own hand down the hem of your shorts and panties. 

Your hips bucked the second his fingers made contact with your folds ― already dripping wet and coating his digits generously. He gave a few soft circles to your clit, testing your sensitivity before finding the pressure that had you cunt clenching around nothing. 

You whined, grinding your hips against his touch in hopes he’d slip at least one of those long fingers into you. Thankfully, you were granted your wish and more as he easily slid his middle and ring fingers in. 

He groaned as you walls tightly clenched around him, trying to desperately pull him back in whenever he pulled them out slightly. 

“Feel good?” he breathed, already knowing the answer but craving your praise.

“So good,” you whimpered, biting your lip. He curled his fingers suddenly, nailing that sweet, spongy spot on your upper wall, “Right there!” you gasped. 

He grinned, massaging that one pleasure-point with vigor, “Yeah? Right there, kitten?”

You keened at the name, walls clenching. He groaned at the feeling, suddenly pulling his hand free from your shorts. You didn’t have time to complain before he was tugging the remaining articles down your legs to toss away. 

He moved with practice expertise, grabbing you beneath the thighs to pin them open. Your wet cunt was exposed to his all too greedy eyes. He licked his lips at the sight, making your cheeks burn. 

Before you knew it, he was kneeling on the floor beside the bed, tugging you down just a bit so your ass was almost hanging off the edge. The position left you completely at his mercy. He knew it too. 

You watched with bated breath as he spread your folds open ― revealing the shiny, pink hole that continuously dripped your arousal. It clenched beneath his leering gaze and he groaned. 

“Fuck!” you squealed when he dove forward to wrap his lips around your hardened clit. 

He hummed at your taste, sending vibrations through the little bud. He quickly abandoned that in favor of getting a full taste of your juices. Tonguing your entrance, he reveled in how tight you were around his tongue. 

You reached down, tanging your fingers in his hair as he ate you with all he had. His tongue worked expertly to circle your clit before dipping back down to your hole once again. 

“Please, put your fingers in,” you begged, desperate to be filled. 

He quickly obliged, slipping two long digits into your clenched pussy before mouthing over your clit eagerly. He could already feel you clenching sporadically around him and he couldn’t resist setting a quick pace, hammering against your sweet spot with every movement. 

Your muscles were taught as you felt that glorious high building up. Soft pleas left your lips as your back arched. 

“Gonna cum, kitten?” he tasted, flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Y-Yeah!” you sobbed, abandoning your hold on his hair to tear at your blankets ― not wanting to hurt him in your throes of pleasure. 

“Cum then,” the casual way he said those words flicked a switch and you were cumming. 

He groaned through your high, feeling your cunt spasm around him. He felt your cum gush from around his digits, soaking them as you clit throbbed beneath the pad of his tongue. Once your body began to relax, he pulled away. 

Your thighs slammed shut once he was out of the way, your muscles trembling through the intense aftershocks. While you were coming down, he stripped himself of his sweats, popping his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth with a groan as he fisted his cock to the sight of you trembling. 

The fact he made you cum so hard was a boost to his ego and he didn’t bother fighting the prideful grin on his face. Sweat coated your skin and made your hair stick to your neck. 

After several seconds, he climbed onto the bed and maneuvered you so your head was in the pillows. You bit your lip and grinned slyly at him as he climbed onto the bed. 

“Shit uh…” he looked around your room quickly, a frown on his lips. You looked up at him curiously before he explained, “Condom?”

You bit your lip and shook your head, “D-Don’t worry about it.”

“Huh?” he gaped down at you.

You shrugged, “I’m on the pill and well...I’m sure you use condoms with you...job, right?”

“Always,” he blinked.

“Then…” you wiggled your hips at him with a cheeky grin. 

He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Reaching between the two of you, he gripped his cock and tapped the head of it against your folds. Your thighs jumped as he slapped lightly against your sensitive clit. 

Finally, he began to press into you and your mouth fell open at the delicious stretch his cock gave you. He clenched his teeth, letting you soft groans as he sunk more of his length into you. Your walls gripped him so tightly, spasming and clenching as he was fully seated within you. 

The two of you had to pause before continuing, the feeling of him filling you up too much. His cock was thick, making you feel like he was stuffing you full. 

“Please,” you begged, fisting the pillows on either side of your head as he sat back on his heels. 

Gazing between your thighs, he nearly lost it at the sight of your cunt stretched tight to accommodate him. He thumbed over your clit, receiving a sharp cry from your lips. 

“Fuck...you’re so fucking tight,” he growled, circling his hips against yours with a groan, “I can feel you clenching so tight around me. Bet you wanna cum again, huh?”

“Yes!” you cried quickly, mouth agape as he gave a sudden thrust, “Please make me cum!”

He shushed you, rubbing his thumbs over your hips, “Don’t worry, kitten, I got you...I’ll get you there.”

Before you could respond, he was setting an almost brutal pace. You always imagined what Shinsou would be like in bed ― you pictured it too many times at night. Sometimes you imagined he would take it slow with deep, intense thrusts. Other times you’d picture exactly this; rough, harsh thrusts that you were sure were going to leave you sore when the morning came. 

You had no complaints though. 

Hitoshi gripped you beneath your knees, pinning your legs to your chest as he fucked you. Your cunt gushed around him, making lewd, wet noises reverberate around the room and mingle with your mixed moans. He let out groans of pleasure, strands of purple hair sticking to his forehead. 

You couldn’t help but admire the sight of him ― muscles rippling and moving with the force of his thrusts. Reaching up, you pulled him closer against you, dragging your nails across his shoulder blades. 

He winced but you felt his cock twitch at the pinch of pain inflicted as a result. You thought back to what you saw that one night ― the marks some random woman left on his body. Suddenly, you were overcome with the need to mark him as yours. 

Catching him by surprise, you managed to flip him over, straddling his waist, using his strong chest as leverage to fuck yourself on his thick cock. The new angle allowed him to reach even deeper, almost hitting your cervix every time you sunk down on him. He gripped your hips, assisting your movements as he tossed his head back into the pillows. 

“Shit, that’s it, kitten,” he praised, reaching up to pinch one of your nipples.

You keened at the praise, leaning down to deliver a sharp bite against his shoulder, sucking at the skin until a bright red mark bloomed. You eyed it proudly, biting your lip as you ground against his cock, making sure your clit got the attention it needed. 

Shinsou bucked into you, making you whine as he started a steady pace of bouncing. Your thighs burned but it was worth the sight of having him beneath you. The way he stared up at you, as if you were a goddess made your heart race. 

“Toshi…” you whined, leaning back to steady yourself on his thighs as he started to thrust up into you. 

“What is it, babygirl?” he grunted, gripping your hips tightly as he fucked his thick cock into your gushing cunt. 

“Make me cum, please!” you begged, biting your lip. 

He grinned, bringing his thumb to his lips to lick the pad of it, “I got you, baby.”

Before you could think of a response, he was circling his thumb around your clit, the bud desperate for attention. Your body tensed with just a few quick circles of his thumb, his cock angled against your g-spot so perfectly that you immediately reached your high. 

Through your own cries of pleasure, you heard him moaning alongside you before he froze, his cock buried deep inside you as he came. His cock throbbed and pulsed with every jet of hot cum he released into your clenching walls. 

All at once, things stilled. You both relaxed against each other. His cock was still stuffed inside you, softening as his cum leaked out around him to make a mess between the two of you. You laid your head against his chest, his large hand cupping the back of it, pressing soft kisses against your forehead until your heartbeats finally slowed to a reasonable pace. 

“Let’s take a bath, baby,” he groaned as he sat up, keeping you secure in his lap.

You were surprised he could carry you so easily after he nearly fucked the very life out of you. 

Soon enough, you found yourself surrounded by sweet-smelling water with a fucked-out Shinsou cuddling against your back.

“Not to...ruin this afterglow bliss,” you hummed, leaning back against him as the warm water ripped around you, “But what brought this confession on suddenly? I thought you said your job doesn’t allow room for relationships.”

He was quiet for several, long seconds before he leaned forward to press a kiss to your shoulder, “I didn’t think it was fair to let myself be with you when I was going out once a month to hang around with a bunch of women. It isn’t something I want to put you through.”

“So you’re going to quit?” you asked. 

He nodded, “I probably won’t be able to make enough money to keep this place but...if it means I can have you without feeling like shit about hurting you, then yeah. It’ll be worth it, I’m sure.”

“Why don’t you just…” you bit your lip, pausing.

“What?” you questioned, gripping your chin to make you look at him, “Talk to me.”

You hummed, “Just stop with the sex and kissing stuff...just be arm candy, like you said. Hang out with them. They’ll still pay for that, right?”

He raised a brow, shifting so he could look better at your face, “You’d be okay with me going to hang out with a bunch of women who want nothing more than to sit on my dick?”

“Well…” you cleared your throat, your cheeks burning, “As long as only I get to sit on your dick then it’ll be fine. I trust you, Hitoshi.”

He was quiet once again before a smile fell across his lips, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, “We’ll talk more about it later. Let’s just relax.”

He tucked you against his chest, leaning back against the porcelain of the tub. With his fingers caressing across your skin, you allowed yourself to drift off ― finally wrapped up in those damn arms you dreamed of.

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