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#oh it's your first year and you're not at the same level of your teammates that has more than double of your experience
wineauntie · 1 month
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i’ve never requested anything haha, but i hope this works! i love your writing!! <3
jack hughes (or whoever you think fits) fic where reader wears another players’ jersey to a game, he notices, and jealousy (…jealous smut) happens?
thank you! 😘
ALL BARK, NO BITE — Jack Hughes x fem!reader (smut)
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summary: wearing your boyfriend’s teammate’s jersey is never a good idea, especially when Jack Hughes is the boyfriend in question.
note: this is my first Jack hughes fic and I am in love with him istg
warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI, jealous sex, choking, hair pulling, spanking, dominant!jack, mean!jack, bottom!reader, p in v, degradation, nicknames like baby; sweetheart; brat and pretty girl, fem!reader, dirty talk, swearing.
word count: 2k+
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Shrugging on the borrowed, red material of the New Jersey Devil's signature jersey, you felt as if you'd struck a deal with the devil himself.
Growing up with Dawson Mercer as your best friend, meant that your life has never truly gotten boring. You'd lived beside him since you were nine, the two of you instantly becoming friends. You'd watched him succeed time after time, and when it had announced that he'd signed to a three-year, entry-level contract by the New Jersey Devils the same year you had gotten a job in East Brunswick, the two of you seemed to be destined to remain close.
That is until he ‘double-dog dared’ you to wear his jersey to a game instead of the usual one that your boyfriend, Jack Hughes had gifted you.
Oh, you were a dead girl walking.
The red jersey with the boldened number '91' plastered across was the first thing Jack noticed when he'd searched for you in the crowd and eventually found you. He had noticed Mercer's mischievous grin directed at him all day but now it made sense and Jack's vision burned with envy.
He'd skated through the entire game on autopilot, his shooting more aggressive, his hits more full on and his words more volatile. He'd earned himself two trips to the penalty box, catching your shocked eyes as much as he could, to convey his dismay at your choice of clothing.
You had watched the entire game through half-lidded eyes, groaning as Jack's behaviour became more and more amped up. Your head was in your hands for the entirety of the third period as the Devils led 4-2. You were elated that the team was pulling ahead but you couldn't even begin to fathom how worked up Jack would be by the time the two of you would return home.
The game finished 4-3 to the Devils, leaving the Prudential centre to roar and celebrate the New Jersey Devils win. When you'd met Jack in the tunnel you'd greeted him with a wide smile and a grin, your eyes soft until his blown pupils and firm expression caused you to tense- yet it caused a surge of excitement to flutter through your stomach.
The ride home had been the same. Jack's stoney expression remained settled as you sat in silence, squirming as his hand gripped your thigh, the faint music of the radio drifting through the air. You'd let out small, quiet whines as his fingers trailed closer and closer to where you needed him the most until they retreated– a constant game of teasing.
You'd barely gotten in the door of your apartment before you were pushed against the wood, your back flush against the cold. Jack had his hands on the wood either side of you, trapping you as he leaned into your body.
"Have your fun, baby?" He spoke through gritted teeth, his nose brushing yours as your eyes fluttered shut. "Wearing another man's name on your back, when you come home here practically begging me to fuck you?"
"Jack," you whined, trying to lean toward his lips, only for him to move away, moving his lips to brush your ear. "Please."
Jack clicked his tongue as he shook his head, "No..." he practically growled, causing heat to spread between your legs. "You made your bed, now lie in it." He pushed away from you as you chased his warmth, walking towards the kitchen.
"I think you're all bark and no bite, Jack," you called out to him, your back still against the door. Jack froze in his steps as you gulped. He turned slowly around to face you, his eyes hardened.
"Wanna say that again, baby?" He dared, his pupils blown in desire as you tucked your lower lip between your teeth.
"I–" your voice faltered, as Jack approached you slowly, his eyes remaining on yours.
"You, what?" He taunted hoarsely, his fingers carefully curling around the expanse of your neck. "Not so talkative now are you?"
Your eyes wide with desire followed his every word, your heart thumping as his fingers tightened. Your eyes fluttered shut with a whine as Jack's nose brushed yours once again.
"C'mon, baby," He tutted, his breath fanning across your cheeks as he shifted closer to you. "Open your eyes and say it again." His words were more demanding this time. Your eyes shot open, locking on his, silent pleads echoing from yours to his.
Jack laughed darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as lust completely overwhelmed you.
"I said you're all bark and no bite," you gasped out, as Jack's gaze pierced you. Electricity ran through your body as his gaze darkened further.
"Thought so," Jack clicked his tongue as he hoisted you into his arms. You let out a sharp squeak as he carried you towards the kitchen island and dropped you down onto the marble. You were barely able to take a breath before Jack smothered you with a kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as you groaned into the kiss.
His hands kept you grounded to the countertop, his fingers curling into the skin above your hips as you tried to lift yourself towards him, your hips bucking desperately.
Jacks head traveled downwards, his tongue trailing down your neck before he paused to bit the flesh above your pulse point, your head falling back as your hand weaved its way into his hair.
"Jack...please!" You moaned with a jolting gasp, your eyes half-lidded with desire, trying to pull Jack away.
"Nuh uh, I'm in charge here, baby." Jack growled, taking your hand and holding it to the countertop. You let out a small whimper as he ripped the jersey off of your body. "You feel good wearing this piece of shit?" He dangled the red jersey with Mercer's name across it in front of your heated cheeks.
"Feel proud that you've riled me up? That you've pissed me off enough to fuck the brat out of you?" He continued, his quick hands working down the buttons of your jeans before he yanked them down your legs. "Feel happy with yourself."
"'m sorry, Jack," you mewled, as he tore your bra from your body, the sting of the material rather satisfying. "Please!" You tried to reach for him again before he pinned you down.
"No," Jack gritted, abruptly flipping you around so that your bare chest was flush against the biting cold of the marble countertop. "No touching." He moved your arms above your head. "Keep these right there."
His grip slipped from your hands as they traipsed down your warm skin, making their way towards your panties. His hand brushed across your heat, your head lulling to the side as you stifled a moan.
"Oh, you are dripping," Jack tutted, dropping his head to admire the wetness spread across the fabric. "Did acting like a brat do this to you, huh?"
"No, Jack...it's all you," you stammered out, trying to arch into his touch. You jolted forward as Jack's hand crashed against your ass causing you to yelp out.
"Stay still," he warned, his hand trailing over your panties before he dragged them down your shaking thighs. You tried to not move a muscle as his steady fingers teased the supple skin along the back of your upper thighs. His feathering touches moved closer and closer to where you needed him the most as you whimpered, your hands clenching ahead of you.
Jack seemed to have noticed your reaction as he moved up your body, his clothed chest leaning down onto your bare back, his hands unclenching your fists and laying them flat, moving them up further so that you could grip the counter edge.
"Wanna feel you," you croaked, as Jack pressed light kisses down your back. He made a noise of agreement and ripped off his shirt, unbuttoning his pants. You mewled as you tried to reach back and touch him, only to be stopped by him.
"Yeah?" He hummed, his hand curling around your neck, pulling you back up against his bare chest. "You're a needy little thing, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll let ya feel."
You let out a cry as Jack thrust straight into you, your heat enveloping him. Your state of desire allowing him to glide against your walls almost seamlessly– the stretch adding to your satisfaction. Your eyes rolled back as he tightened his grip on your neck, his lips brushing your ear as he pushed into you.
"Do you think anyone else could fuck you like I do?" Jack rasped, his cruel voice spurring you on. "Do you think anyone could make you come as hard as I do? Huh?"
"No, Jack!" You moaned out, your breath catching in your throat as his cock continued its merciless hammering. Your hands clenched the countertop as pleasure pulsed through your entire body.
"That's right, baby," he huffed, moving one of his hands down the front of your body, his fingers pinching your hardened nipples. "This pussy was made for me...you were made for me, it's all mine."
A strangled yelp ripped from your throat as he pushed you flat against the countertop, his hand gripping the flesh of your waist as he ruthlessly pounded against you. His hand moved to your hair, his fingers threading through it as his other hand laid a harsh slap to your ass.
"This is mine," he spat, his hand kneading the tender flesh under the warmth of his palm. His unforgiving pace never relented as you crumbled into a wordless state. "And I never want to see it being covered by a jersey that isn't mine."
Your pussy clenched around him as your body rocked against the marble. The cold from the marble seeped into your sweltering skin as you scrambled to hold on.
"That's it, baby..." Jack swore as his grip on your ass tightened. Your body trembled beneath his touch. All you could feel, taste and see was Jack and you relished it. You relished every last second of it. "Do you think you deserve to come, huh? I can feel you getting closer, pretty girl."
You let out an incoherent string of moans at his words as his sweat-speckled chest brushed against your back.
"Hm...seems I've fucked you dumb, baby," Jack hummed, his hand on your neck as he moved your head to the side so that you were face to face with him. His lips pushed firmly against yours, his tongue plunging into the warmth, your moans muffled by his mouth as a tight warmth tied itself in your stomach. He showed no mercy in his pace as he continued his ruthless pumping, his hand tightening around your neck, leaving you breathless in his kiss.
"Come, baby," he demanded, pulling away briefly as your body exploded from his words. Your back arched pushing your chest against the marble as you let go of the built-up tension in your lower stomach. Waves of infinite pleasure rolled through you, your eyes fluttering shut as Jack's hips staggered in their pace before he collapsed around you, his arms trapping you against the counter as the both of you panted for air.
"If I knew..." you began, your eyes half-lidded with pleasure whilst Jack pressed chaste kisses down your neck. "If I knew the jersey would elicit this kind of reaction...I kind of want to do it again."
Jack grumbled and bit your neck, latching onto the skin there causing another moan to vibrate through you.
"You're mine, pretty girl," he muttered, running his tongue over the bruising skin. "and I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon." You nodded slowly before you groggy moved your face to look at his exhausted one. Fire lit in your eyes at the sight of his bare body and worn face, your eyes drifting down to where the two of you were still connected.
"...Round two?"
"Get your ass in the bedroom, baby."
I feel like I should repent for my sins after writing this 🙏
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misshoneyimhome · 1 month
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If you don’t feel comfortable writing this then that’s fine but I had this idea: being married to William and after you have your first baby (for context maybe like a year and a half into being married) you’ve struggled a bit emotionally in general but also with confidence bc of how different you feel like you look. William has been the most supportive and has not let you dwell on the physical changes bc he still thinks you’re beautiful. You’re about 6 months post partum and William decides to take you on a little getaway with the baby taken care of by your parents. While on vacation you’re both able to reconnect and William just really wants to make you feel good and it’s just a lot of soft and slow sex. Like it somehow feels better than how you remember.
Oh bb, you can hit me with all the dad!Willy requests you want - I'm not entirely sure what I'm not comfortable writing about in this context 😉
I know body changes can be a sensitive subject, but I believe it's also important to discuss - pregnancies are wonderful, but they can also bring a lot of challenges 🤰🏼
Anyway, I hope this aligns with what you had in mind and you enjoy it🤍 「Dad!Willy x reader」
Warnings: post-pregnancy sadness, reference to sexual activity, mild smut, soft unprotected sex (p in v);
"Tu stasera, vedi, sei perfetta per me" = Darling, tonight you're perfect for me
[Inspired by 'Perfect Symphony' by Ed Sheeran, ft. Andrea Bocelli]
Word count; 3.3K
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"Tu stasera, vedi, sei perfetta per me" I William Nylander [Dad!Willy]
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Everything felt different now. Everything was different now.
Not necessarily in a negative way, but it just wasn't the same anymore. Although you were aware this was how it was going to be, you still felt somewhat taken aback by it all. Since the off-season last year, you'd been mentally preparing for this, preparing for the new lifestyle you and William would face together, and the new chapter you'd begin. Yet, nobody can ever be entirely prepared for when reality sets in.
The weather was lovely. Spring had arrived, and the hockey season had left its mark with the intensity to prepare for the playoffs. And as the sunshine filtered through the curtains of your bedroom, you couldn't help but admire the little bundle of joy in your arms.
It had only been two weeks since Eliot had entered the world, and you were more than overjoyed by your new role as a mother. Additionally, you couldn't help but be emotionally moved by the fatherly role William had embraced.
You knew it had been challenging for him during your pregnancy, not fully experiencing the fatherly kicks. But his teammates had been nothing but supportive, and the fathers of the team had gone out of their way to help him ease the nerves and not worry too much.
And truly, there was no need for concerns. Though he may not have felt the fatherly kick during the pregnancy, as soon as Eliot saw the light of day, William showed nothing but love and affection for his first-born son.
It had been incredibly emotional for all of you when he first held him in his arms, and William had sat bare-chested with him on the stool, a tear streaming down his cheek in sheer joy.
It had been so beautiful.
However, as soon as you returned from the hospital and slowly began to settle in with the newly added member to the family, a sudden unexpected feeling of sadness rushed over you. Something you hadn’t thought much about during the so-called wonders of pregnancy: the changes to a woman’s body.
Of course, you knew what you'd endured for nine months: weight gain, swelling, increased water levels, nausea, headaches, stretch marks, back pain, knee pain, all sorts of discomfort. But every time you talked to other women about pregnancy, they all kept mentioning how great you looked, how well you were doing, and what a glow you carried with you. Everyone always talked about the wonders and miracles of creating a new life, yet nobody liked to discuss all the awful aspects of it. All the downsides and terrible emotional days that came along with it. And most of all, nobody talked much about how your body was going to change after giving birth.
It was as if no one would ever speak negatively about having a baby. It was always portrayed as roses and glitter, yet you knew the truth. Sure, you loved your pregnancy and how smoothly it went—especially considering how many people struggled with conceiving—but to be honest, Eliot was a result of two young adults driven by desire, finally having the chance to indulge in uninterrupted sex during the off-season from hockey. And although you knew there was no contraception involved, which you had both agreed to, neither of you could have imagined that after four drinks and two shots of tequila in Southern France, William could still manage to ejaculate twice in one night.
Despite the romantic circumstances of a vacation in Saint Tropez, the reality of being in the hotel room next to Stephanie was less so.
Yet here you were, cradling your precious son in your arms as you attempted to rest your still tired body. While William was at training, you were simply trying to make yourself as comfortable as possible at home. Then, as Eliot finally drifted off to sleep, you carefully attempted to lay him down in his crib, ensuring he was settled before quietly moving about with the baby monitor in your hand.
However, as soon as you stepped into the bathroom, your eyes fell upon your reflection.
You didn't know how long you stood there. All you knew was that you couldn't help but stare at your figure. The body that had once exuded sexiness, providing you with the confidence that had attracted William when you first met. The body that you had worked on and trained for years, and of which you were proud. It had been with you through all your dietary changes, indulging in too much junk food, enjoying delicious dinners with wine and cocktails, and most importantly, it had carried your baby.
You knew you were strong, as every pregnancy book stated. A woman's body was resilient. But what they didn't mention was how depressed you could feel when you didn't feel as attractive as before your pregnancy. You didn't even recognise yourself anymore. And you weren't sure how to cope with it.
Just the idea of William touching your new body was almost repulsive.
So, as you had done many times before, you would simply shake your head and go to great lengths to avoid looking in mirrors.
However, William did not share your feelings. In fact, quite the opposite.
Perhaps it had been because of all the chats his mother Camilla had forced him through, making sure he understood the importance of being there as a partner during this time. You were sure she’d even given his way too detail sexual education just to make sure he knew what you were putting yourself through for him and this family. 
But regardless of her input, William still thought you were beyond beautiful. If now not more than ever. You had been stronger than he ever could be, grown a life he could now call his son, and brought him to the world while he was half panicking by your side. 
To him, you were amazing. 
Yet he sensed your sadness every day that followed the birth of Eliot. And despite his bests effort in trying to remind you just how wonderful and amazing you were, his words seemed to fail. 
Even the other mothers on the team, Amanda, and Sana in particular, who’d been by your side through it all when the boys had been on the road, were trying to comfort you. They knew exactly what you were going through. But nothing worked. 
Despite your smiles and giggles out in public, a boiling uncertainty and vulnerability lingered under the surface. And it was made clear to William how bad the situation was, when he tried to touch you, and you were quick to throw him off. 
In the beginning he just though it was because you were embarrassed by the changes it had caused for your core. But then, when he even tried to gentle and simply caress your body in the shower, you couldn’t even stay there and be naked with him. 
And it frightened him. Not only were you no longer you bubbly self, happy and cheerful at all times, but you were also in this state of depression because of something he’d done, the choices you’d made together. The decision of having a child. 
It was painful. Witnessing you in distress for weeks and months, unable to do anything about it, crushed him.
It wasn't until the off-season when you spent the summer in Sweden with William's family that Camilla suddenly pulled him aside.
"Willy, my dear," she began. "Have you talked to y/n about how she feels?" she inquired one evening, while you were playing with Michelle and Eliot.
The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken worry, as William's gaze shifted to meet his mother's. And in that moment, the floodgates of his own apprehension opened, releasing a torrent of fears and doubts that had long been simmering beneath the surface.
"I've tried," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know that... she hasn't been herself lately. But I just don't know how to help her."
Camilla's hand tightened around his, a silent reassurance amidst the storm of uncertainty. "Sometimes, my dear boy, the greatest gift we can give to those we love is simply our presence," she said, her words a beacon of wisdom in the sunlight. "Be there for her, Willy. Listen to her, support her, and above all, remind her that she is not alone."
William couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort from his mother's words. Yet as he continued to observe your forced smiles on your wonderful lips, his heart sank a little deeper.
And that's when he had a new idea.
**
William knew how much you loved Italy, especially the food, wine, and music. It had always been a dream travel destination for you, and having only been there once in your life, he thought it was time to revisit and create new memories in the wonderful country.
You needed some time away from your life in Toronto. So, with a bit of planning and assistance from his family, since planning wasn’t usually William’s strong suit, he managed to arrange a small trip to the homeland of pasta and pizza.
Furthermore, he even coordinated with your parents to look after Eliot while you were gone. Although he understood it would be difficult for you to be away from your baby for almost a week, he believed it was best for the two of you.
So, two days before departure, William revealed the surprise to you.
“Babe, we can’t just leave like that,” you exclaimed, your voice filled with concern and excitement. “What about your training? The season is about to start…”
William chuckled, loving your concern for his sport. “Don’t worry, I've sorted it all out with the team. Besides, I’ll make it back in time for the season start,” he reassured casually. “Baby, you need this. We need this. And that’s way more important right now.”
You could hear the sincerity in his voice, his eyes sparkling as he expressed his love and concern for you. Eventually, you nodded and flashed him a sweet smile.
Initially, William had planned to surprise you on the day of departure. However, knowing you would need time to pump and provide breast milk while away, he decided it was best to give you a couple of days to prepare.
With all preparations done, you were more than ready to enjoy your little getaway, just the two of you.
Florence was the flight destination, but the true paradise you were retreating to was a small semi-private luxury bed and breakfast a few hours outside the city. With a quaint restaurant where the hosts served local specialties, food courses, and only the finest local wines. The pool boasted a view over the beautiful countryside, filled with olive fields and vineyards, and outside the resort, small trails led through the gorgeous nature Italy offered.
Given the stress you both knew the new hockey season would bring, you spent most of your time simply relaxing in the warmth, enjoying the refreshing pool water, and indulging in the best Italian cuisine you'd had in years.
William had truly outdone himself this time.
From the moment you arrived, he devoted every available minute to showering you with love and affection. Though initially hesitant to touch you too much, he gradually caressed your smooth skin, gently exploring more and more until he felt you relax under his touch once again.
It wasn't easy for either of you. Despite William's efforts to convince you that your post-pregnancy figure was amazing, it took you two days before you felt comfortable wearing your swimsuit. And when he saw your wonderful curves, his eyes lit up like a bonfire. But what truly convinced you about your new physique were the compliments from the Italian mamas working at the small holiday destination.
"You had a baby?" one lady remarked on the third night during a late dinner. Completely taken aback by her sudden remark, you simply nodded. "You, beautiful woman. Strong! I can tell…" she added with confidence.
"See, I'm not the only one who thinks so," William chuckled lightly, flashing you his signature smirk.
"Of course, she bella donna!" another lady chimed in. "She is Mama! She made a miracolo… men? Hnf, they cannot do – no, only woman can be real strong."
And it was just the confidence boost you needed.
Listening to the words of the Italian women slowly made you realise that you should never be ashamed of your own body and skin. You had given William a son, and now nature proudly flaunted what you had been through.
William hadn’t seen you smile like this in so long, and he was beyond happy to finally hear your wonderful natural laughter again.
And after finishing tonight’s amazing dinner, retreating to your room and enjoying a refreshing shower, William was caught off guard by your soft voice.
“Willy…,” you almost whispered as you stood in the middle of the vacation home, and William slowly approached you. “I want you to touch me…”
It was a gentle plea, devoid of any neediness or desperation. It was delicate and timid.
“Are you sure?” William inquired, his chest nearly touching yours and his breath within reach.
And gently, you nodded, dropping the small towel that had wrapped your body. With your eyes meeting his, you slowly traced your palms up his torso and delicately wrapped them around his neck. “Yes, I need you…”
William couldn’t suppress a smile as he admired your beautiful features in the golden light of the setting sun on the horizon. Your eyes had found their sparkle again, and gently he felt your warm body against his.
It was as if you were falling in love all over again. Like experiencing your very first kiss when William leaned down to close the gap between you and gently connected your lips.
And immediately, you melted into his touch. Like a magical spell, you felt a pleasurable sensation course through you, an enchantment only William could evoke. Your knees went weak for him as his large hands cupped your face and deepened the kiss.
Your hands rested on his bare chest, almost feeling his heart beating, mirroring the rhythm of your own heart for him. Amidst the sun setting and the darkness of night slowly enveloping you, you allowed yourself to be guided by William. Onto the mattress, he carefully hovered over you, his lips always remaining connected as his tongue explored your mouth.
Your fingers found the lengths of his locks as you relished the feeling of his body against yours, his arms on each side of you as you connected deeply and passionately. Soon, you felt his member slowly growing firmer in his shorts, pressing against your inner thigh, and a strangely familiar sense of arousal building up within you.
Your cunt pulsed with anticipation, craving the attention it had been deprived of for months, and William was more than eager to satisfy it.
With his own throbbing length hard and proud in his shorts, he felt more than ready to be intimately close to you again. Breaking the kiss, he slowly discarded the only fabric separating you, and very carefully, he let his member brush against your core. His eyes locked onto yours, searching for a reaction, where he was met with your soft, sweet moans. Your fingers lightly tugged at his hair as you bit down on your lip, signalling your desire for him to be inside you.
Which he gladly obliged. With great care, William let the tip of his cock find your entrance, slowly pushing it in and stretching your walls in a way that was familiar to both of you. For a moment, he held still, relishing the sensation of your muscles around him and the soft gasps escaping your lips. He couldn’t help but admire you in the dim lights, taking in all your beautiful features, before delicately starting to move his hips in slow motions.
The lovemaking was slow and gentle, romance filling the air under the starlit sky and moonshine. With each tender thrust, every moan that escaped your lips was filled with nothing but love.
As he slid his cock in and out of your core, bringing you pleasure and stimulation, you both felt connected once again. Feeling the heat, the sparks igniting between you as you both drew closer and closer to climax.
Deep breaths were shared between hungry and sloppy kisses, both eager to reach climax. William's hands clenched the sheets with every thrust, feeling your muscles clenching around him, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. After months of no sex with you, he felt himself in desperate need of release.
And he wasn’t alone. As your hands shifted to find his shoulder blades, your cunt pulsed as you were on the verge of orgasm. And when William increased his speed just a little, you knew you were about to surrender. Digging your nails into his skin, you closed your eyes, arched your back into the pillow, and with a loud moan, you let the orgasm wash over you.
It was one of the most wonderful orgasms you’d ever experienced. Finally in touch with William again, bringing you pleasure, you were in a state of bliss. Your mind was foggy, breaths heavy, and a small smile formed on your lips as you came down from the high.
Meanwhile, William was on the brink of climax. With a few more powerful thrusts, he let out a deep grunt, followed by heavy breaths, as he released himself into you. It wasn’t nearly as intense as the climaxes he’d experienced with you before, however, given how long it had been since you'd been intimate, this felt beyond amazing.
To you, it almost felt even better than you remembered it prior to your pregnancy.
And as you both calmed and regained your breaths, William pulled you into his sweaty body for an aftercare cuddle.
"Was it okay?" he spoke gently, finding your expression in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
"It was amazing, Willy," you replied with a soft whisper, your eyes shimmering as they met his.
William couldn't contain his satisfied smile, finally able to enjoy your happiness again. "Good, baby, you're so amazing and beautiful. You're the most wonderful mom our son could have… you deserve the world."
You chuckled softly at William’s sweet words. You knew he meant them, coming straight from his heart, even though it hadn’t always been easy for him to verbalise his emotions.
"It’s all because of you, Willy. You bring out the best in me," you offered him a sweet smile, letting the comfort of his arms envelop you.
"No way… you’ve always brought out the best in me, babe, believe me," he chuckled as well. "To me, you’re just perfect… don’t you ever forget that."
A wave of sweet content washed over you as you absorbed every praise he had to offer. There was a soft moment of silence where you both simply enjoyed the relaxation and the soft Italian air coming through the curtains.
But then you softly broke it. “Although… we probably should have used protection, Willy…”
"What do you mean? We never use protection…"
"Well, exactly," you chuckled lightly. "I could get pregnant again…"
"Wait, you can get pregnant already?" he asked with sincere curiosity.
And you couldn’t contain your amusement. “Of course, babe!”
"Even when you breastfeed?"
"What? Yes, of course, Willy! Even when I breastfeed. That’s just a myth… honestly, don’t you know anything about a woman’s body?" you playfully asked, but William simply responded with another chuckle.
"Well... I do know a thing or two," he flashed you a mischievous grin before pulling you in for another deep kiss.
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tigertales9 · 10 months
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QB1 - Part 3
Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader
Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Fluff
Description: This is part 3 of QB1
(Part 1 = QB1 / Part 2 = QB1 - Part 2)
A/N: Buckle up, y'all! We're going to cover quite a bit of ground here. Part 3 of the QB1 series starts in the past and ends in the future. It's basically a highlight reel that spans 3 years, from spring 2023 to spring 2026.
I may eventually revisit this series. I have a couple of ideas for (shorter!) snapshots of their relationship.
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Spring/Summer 2023
Y'all meet as often as possible over the spring and summer, working in visits around his training schedule and your job (you got a part-time job doing payroll for a local car dealership in your hometown. Not exactly how you envisioned using your (almost) business degree, but decent pay for something that came really easy to you and didn't take up a ton of time).
Every time you saw him he looked more muscular, his dirty-blonde curls growing ever longer since you told him how much you love playing with his hair and pulling it, especially during sex.
You met his parents on your third visit to Cincinnati; they were instantly warm and welcoming, quieting the fears you had that they might think you weren't good enough for Joe.
Joe was even more nervous to meet your parents than you were to meet his; the first two times he visited you, your parents made him sleep in the guest bedroom instead of in your bedroom with you. Just before he visited for the third time, your parents sat you down and gave you the 'you're both adults and can share the same bed' talk. You remember the look of delight on Joe's face when you told him. Y'all didn't dare have sex in your squeaky-ass bed, but your oversized purple bean bag had definitely seen some action.
You eventually met lots of his friends and teammates, mostly hosting dinners together at his house since you were still leery about being seen with him in public, terrified that QB2 would find out and cause a big enough backlash that Joe would decide you weren't really worth it.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
You're lying in his bed one night after a vigorous lovemaking session that started in the jacuzzi tub and eventually moved to the bed. He pushes up on an elbow, gazing down at you with an intense look.
"Move in with me," he whispers.
"What?" you give him an incredulous look. "Like … right now?"
"Yes. You can live here with me and finish your bachelor's degree online instead of living with your parents and driving thirty minutes to get to campus. I know it seems crazy but …"
"It doesn't seem crazy it is crazy. We barely know each other." You feel your anxiety leveling up since this is exactly what happened with QB2, and he refused to take no for an answer.
Joe bites his lip and gives you a sheepish smile. "You're right. I'm rushing things. -- I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," you whisper, your heart rate slowly returning to normal. "I just … I feel like I need to prove I can finish this degree on my own, then I'll be ready to move onto something else."
"Prove you can finish it?" he chortles. "You were knocking on a 4.0 before you dropped out. You only have four classes left. You can finish it easy." You stare at him for several seconds, watching his expression go from lighthearted to serious. "Oh," he mumbles. "It's not that simple is it?"
"No. QB2 told me I couldn't do it. I wasn't smart enough, wasn't good enough." You take a deep breath before continuing. "I need to do this on my terms okay?"
"I understand," he mutters. "Have you enrolled in your classes yet?"
"No. I thought I'd get your input on it before I make a final decision."
"Okay … listen … I'm gonna go heat up some leftover pizza; after that we can make a decision about your schedule. You have the final say, of course."
"Are you mad?"
"No, baby, I'm not mad," he sighs, kissing your forehead before striding from the room.
Fifteen minutes later you walk out of the bathroom, freshly showered and wearing a tiny pair of panties and one of his voluminous t-shirts. He smiles at you as you crawl onto the bed, handing you a paper plate with a large slice of pizza before nodding toward the laptop he's scrolling.
"Okay, you have four classes left," he says, taking a substantial bite of his pizza while scrolling with his free hand. "A Monday/Wednesday/Friday schedule makes the most sense, but hear me out, okay?" You nod as he continues. "Three of your classes are offered on Tuesday/Thursday. You'd have to take the other on Wednesday night." He makes a face. "Business Ethics & Law will be a major snoozefest as a night class, but it's not super difficult. You'll easily ace it." He gives you smile. "The best thing about the Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday schedule is you'll be able to head to the airport on Thursday after your final class. You'll touch down at CVG about 6:00 pm. You can stay Thursday through Sunday before you fly back Monday morning." You give him a big smile as he continues. "You'll have plenty of time to study since I'll be at practice, but at least we'll get to spend nights together."
"Sounds great," you sigh, opening your mouth to tell him that's the exact schedule you were considering. Before you get the words out he forges ahead. "Once football season starts, you'll be able to come to most of my games." Your smile immediately turns to a grimace. "What is it?" he asks. "You don't wanna come to my games?"
"It's not that," you sigh. "I just … I'm afraid QB2 will find out and ruin everything."
Joe takes in your worried expression for several seconds before speaking. "There's nothing he could say or do that would change the way I feel about you, okay? If you don't wanna come to my games that's fine, but don't worry about …"
"I do wanna come!" you blurt, giggling when he raises an eyebrow and gives you a dirty grin. "I'm talking about your football games, you perv."
Y'all both laugh for a bit before he responds. "This schedule is not ideal. With the early start plus the night class -- not to mention all of the travel -- it's gonna be hard, but I know you can do it."
You give him a cheeky look. "How hard?" you purr, squealing in delight when he tosses the empty paper plates off the bed before pouncing on you.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Summer 2023 (June/July)
In the Bengals summer break before training camp, Joe tried to get you to go on a couple of vacations with him. After turning down a few ideas, you finally agreed to go on his family beach vacation to Florida after his mom called to invite you. You were still afraid to flaunt your relationship in public for fear QB2 would somehow ruin it, but thought it'd be fairly easy to blend in with a big group instead of just you two.
That trip was the first time Joe said 'I love you'. You called him over to rub extra sunscreen on his slightly-pink face and shoulders. He pressed his lips against your ear and said it almost casually, giving you a wink before he went back to playing catch. You hadn't said it back in the moment because you were stunned into silence, but later that night you returned the sentiment, both verbally and non-verbally, telling him and showing him just how much he meant to you.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
August 2023
Joe's first preseason game took place a week before your classes started. You had plans to attend, but you developed a nasty head cold a few days prior which caused you to stay home. Since his next two preseason games were on the road, you decided it would be best to just focus on your classes and getting settled into your routine. It was by far the longest y'all had gone without seeing each other in person since you met back in February. Joe was a little grumpy even though he was playing really well.
"I need you here with me," he grouched after his final preseason game.
"I'll be there Thursday," you soothed.
"Not soon enough," he muttered. "I haven't seen you in like five years."
"It hasn't been quite that long," you chuckled.
"Feels like twice that long," he grumped. "I miss you."
"Miss you too."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
About a month into fall semester, you start thinking about MBA options, bringing it up to Joe one night while eating leftover spicy lo mein while naked in bed.
"I'm mostly considering the two or three year options so I can work at least part time but hopefully full time. I'm leaning toward doing the entire thing online."
You take another bite of the spicy noodles while studying Joe's reaction. He nods his head before speaking. "What about an accelerated MBA? Twelve months, all online classes." He shrugs ."It'll be intense, but you can do it. You're smart as hell."
"I've looked into that, but I wouldn't have time to work as much if I went that route."
"You don't need to work since you'll be living here with me."
You're shaking your head no before he finishes his sentence. "You already pay for way too much, Joe. When we move in together, I wanna be able to pay my share. I don't want you to pay all of my bills."
"I get paid multi millions of dollars to throw a fucking football; let me spend some of that money on the woman I love, okay?"
You give him a sad smile. "I've heard that line before, and it was eventually used against me."
Joe studies your face for several seconds before responding. "I'm not him," he states.
"I'm sorry. I know you're not, but …"
"Then give me a chance to prove it."
And that's how you agreed to move in with Joe as soon as your fall semester ended. It felt like jumping out of an airplane not knowing if your parachute would open, but if anyone deserved a leap of faith from you, it was Joe.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Sunday, October 15, 2023 - Paycor Stadium - Seattle vs Cincinnati - 12:00 PM kickoff
You're walking out of Paycor Stadium with Joe's parents on a beautiful fall afternoon -- still buzzing from Joe's electric performance -- when you hear someone call your name; you turn your head in their direction, grimacing when you have a phone shoved in your face.
"See! I told you it was her," the girl filming you shouts excitedly. "QB2's ex at the game with Joe Burrow's parents. Are you dating Joe now? Did you cheat on QB2 with Joe?"
You feel your stomach turn as Robin steps in between you and the screeching girl. "Don't say anything," she whispers, smiling at the security guard who walks up to escort y'all the rest of the way to your car.
"What a disaster," you sniff as you slide into the car with Joe's parents. "I hope he doesn't get ambushed with this crap in the post-game presser."
Robin turns around and gives you a smile. "Don't worry about that. He can handle it. Frankly, I'm surprised it took this long for the rabid fangirls to figure things out since this is the third game you've been to, but … he can handle it."
They drop you off at Joe's house before heading back to Athens; you pace around the house, trying to calm your nerves while waiting for Joe to get home.
You finally hear the garage door open, your heart jumping into your throat when Joe walks into the room and gives you an enigmatic smile before pulling his phone out and loading the post-game presser, knowing you were avoiding it like the plague. "Look," he says, handing you the phone before stepping back. You chew on your lip while staring at the screen, straining to hear the question being asked before Joe's deep voice answers.
"You know I don't like to talk about my private life, but I'll answer this one time and one time only. Yes, we met in Phoenix at a Super Bowl party. QB2 left her alone in the club, and I offered to see her safely back to the hotel. I gave her my number just in case she needed anything and we parted ways." Joe shrugs and takes a quick swig from his water bottle as he continues. "She told me a little while later that she broke up with QB2 -- which she'd been wanting to do for a long time -- and was moving back home to finish her bachelor's degree." He takes another sip of water, dipping his agile tongue in the neck of the bottle in a fully sensual way before offering a cocky smirk. "One thing led to another and here we are."
A voice eventually cuts through the tense silence. "Some folks on social media are saying you stole QB2's girl. Is that a correct assessment?"
Joe levels an intimidating glare at the offending beat writer for several seconds before finally answering. "Stole his girl?" Joe rolls his eyes. "Women aren't possessions, you understand that right?"
"Y … yes, of course," the beat writer mutters, but …"
"That's all I have to say about it," Joe interrupts, flashing a 'don't try me' glance around the room. "Anybody wanna talk about football?"
And that was that. The rest of the presser focused on the upcoming bye week and what kind of adjustments the team would be making for the rest of the season.
"This is a disaster," you mumble, handing Joe his phone while shaking your head. "He's gonna freak out."
"He won't say shit."
"You don't know him like I do; he's super vindictive."
"Yep," Joe nods in agreement, "and he's also super image-conscious. He knows if he talks shit about you -- about us -- that I'll put him on blast."
"What do you mean?"
"I doubt if he wants the entire world to know how shitty he is. Let's count the reasons :
manipulated you into dropping out of college with only one semester left with the old "if you love me you'll do this for me" bullshit
threw a tantrum when you suggested finishing your degree online even though you only had four classes left
isolated you from friends and family
constantly negged you to make you think you couldn't do better than him
last but not least, treated you like a blow-up doll that existed merely for his pleasure; if word gets out that he only wanted head when he had access to this -- Joe slides a hand down to cup your crotch -- peeps will def be questioning his … uhhh … choices."
"He'll just say I'm bad in bed," you sigh.
"It'll be his word against mine. He won't risk it."
You shake your head. "You don't have to do that. I know you hate publicity."
"I wouldn't hate making him look like an ass, but believe me, he won't risk it." Joe leans down and gives you a quick kiss. "Don't worry about it, okay?"
"Okay," you mumble, your face giving away your negative thoughts.
"What are you thinking?"
"I just … I can't believe I let him have so much control over me for so long. I remember this one time I overheard him joking with a friend of his about girls with low self-esteem; he said they were the best girlfriends because they would accept less than bare minimum without any complaints. I should've left then, but of course he somehow made it all my fault when I confronted him about it. Can't believe I wasted so much time with him."
"You need to look at the silver lining."
"What do you mean?"
"Remember when my knee got blown out my rookie year in the NFL?"
"Yeah," you grimace. "That was awful."
"It seemed like a devastating setback at the time, but it eventually led to the Bengals having another really high draft pick which brought Ja'Marr to the team. If it wasn't for my knee injury, we wouldn't have Uno. If QB2 wasn't a raging shithead, you and I wouldn't be together. Silver lining. See?"
"You seriously need to be a motivational speaker."
"Maybe one of these days," he smiles.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A couple days later y'all fly to your hometown together. Your birthday coincided with the Bengals bye week, so your parents are throwing a big bash for friends and family.
Once y'all arrive at your parents' house, your mom and dad make small talk for a bit before your dad stands up and levels a no-nonsense gaze at Joe.
"Joe, I could use a hand stringing lights on the patio. Come put some of that obnoxious height to good use."
"Yes, sir," Joe laughs, hopping up off the sofa to follow your dad outside.
They're 2/3 off the way done stringing lights along the top of the covered patio when your dad shoots a quick glance at Joe before speaking. "Saw that press conference where you got ambushed about your relationship with Y/n. I thought you handled it really well."
"Thanks," Joe says. "I knew I'd have to answer that question eventually so I was ready for it."
"Y/n is worried QB2 might talk shit about y'all."
Joe shakes his head. "That's not gonna happen. I called him just after the press conference." Joe shrugs as he continues. "Decided to get out in front of it."
"How'd it go?"
"Good as can be expected. I told him it was his own damn fault that she left him, and if he ever says a bad word about her, I'll let the world know what a selfish, manipulative piece of shit he is."
Your dad nods his approval. "You think that'll get him to keep his mouth shut?"
"Well …" Joe flashes a cocky grin. "I might have also threatened to beat the dogshit out of him if he says anything soooo…"
"Soooo, yeah, he ain't saying a word," your dad chuckles.
"Exactly," Joe laughs.
Your dad shakes his head. "I always told Y/n that QB2 was soft as baby shit, but you … you're tough as nails." He slaps Joe on the back before turning serious. "Listen … when Y/n told us she was leaving shithead and moving back home, I was ecstatic. Then she told us she was seeing another pro baller, another damn quarterback at that." He grimaces before continuing. "Can't say I was happy to hear it, but it didn't take long to realize you're nothing like him. -- And I mean that in the best way possible."
"Thank you," Joe states. "You're right; I'm nothing like him." Joe takes a deep breath. " I haven't told Y/n I talked to him yet. She gets tense and sad when he's mentioned, and I didn't want to ruin her birthday party tonight. I intend to tell her tomorrow morning."
"Good idea." Your dad smiles as he continues. "Why don't we tell her together just after breakfast tomorrow? I mean, you're practically family so we'll have a little family meeting. How does that sound?"
"Sounds great," Joe states, the 'practically family' putting a smile on his face and echoing in his head for the rest of the day.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Mid-December 2023
You'd slowly moved your things to Joe's house over the previous several weeks, making it easy to move in full time when your fall semester ends.
One of the first things y'all do as a cohabiting couple is decorate a Christmas tree, a blazing fire in the fireplace throwing cozy shadows on the walls as you laugh and sing Christmas carols off key.
The football schedule allows y'all to host Christmas in Cincinnati. It goes so well that both sets of parents are already asking for it to be a yearly tradition.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Mid-February 2024
By the time football season ends, you're fully settled-in living with Joe. You receive your bachelor's degree diploma (with honors!) in the mail in mid-February, and Joe's parents insist on driving to Cincinnati to take you out for dinner to celebrate.
You look at your reflection in the large floor length mirror in your closet, smiling at the way your wrap dress hugs your curves. It took a while for Joe to uninstall all of the negative thoughts QB2 put in your head, but he did it. With his words -- and more importantly his actions -- he made you feel like the most amazing, desirable woman on the planet.
You grab a jacket and walk into the bathroom, giving Joe a slow up and down look as he tries to tame his unruly curls while wearing nothing but an exasperated expression. "Looking hot, babe," you say, giving his plump ass a squeeze while meeting his gaze in the mirror. "Not as hot as you," he grins, turning to give you a kiss before scowling at his reflection. "I give up," he grumbles, hurrying into the closet to get dressed.
A few minutes later you're sitting at the dining table waiting for Joe's parents to arrive when your phone chirps. You read the text from your best friend then send a quick reply.
"Who was that?" Joe asks, dropping into a chair beside you.
"Gina."
"How's she doing?"
You shrug. "That new guy she's dating is already pushing for a threesome, even though she made it clear she's not interested."
"Yikes," Joe mutters. "Time to drop his ass."
You search his face for a bit before averting your gaze, hoping he won't notice your mood shift.
"What is it?" he immediately asks, reading your body language with consummate ease.
"Nothing. I don't want to ruin tonight by talking about … him."
"You're not ruining anything, baby. Look at me." He waits for you to comply before continuing. "It's best to get stuff out in the open instead of stewing on it."
"QB2 constantly pushed for a threesome with another girl. When I refused he made me feel guilty."
"Oh, he wanted to disappoint two women at once, huh?"
"Apparently so," you chuckle, your tone turning serious as you continue. "He said ALL men want threesomes. Like, it's just part of their DNA."
Joe heaves a sigh while shaking his head. "A raging fuck boy using the 'ALL men' argument to try and manipulate a woman. Tale as old as time."
You search his face for a bit before responding. "So you don't want threesomes?"
"Nope. You give me all I can handle. Don't want anything else. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes, sir," you purr, grinning when he hits you with a feral look.
"You trying to rile me up?"
"Maybe," you shrug, biting your lip and hiking your skirt up to show some extra thigh. "Too bad your parents are about to be here," you tease.
"I'm gonna give you ten seconds."
You raise an eyebrow. "Ten seconds? For what?"
"A head start." You furrow your brow as he continues, your pulse picking up at the shift in his demeanor. He leans close and nestles his lips against your ear, his hot breath sending a sizzle of heat down your spine. "Listen, unless you want me to bend you over this table and fuck you right here then you better get a move on."
You squirm in your chair as you flick a nervous glance at your watch. "Your parents are gonna be here in like 20 minutes!"
"Yep. Like I said, you better get a move on." He slowly licks his lips. "One."
"You're kidding, right?" you squeak, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the look on his face.
"Two."
Your mouth drops open for a second, the reality of the situation making you lightheaded with arousal.
"Three."
"Holy shit," you whisper, quickly standing up and taking a couple steps toward the stairs.
"Four."
You snatch your high heels off and sprint for the stairs.
"Five."
You're 2/3 of the way up when you hear him behind you, his long legs closing the distance at an alarming pace.
"Six."
You reach the top of the stairs and hit the jets as you fly down the hallway toward the master bedroom, an excited squeal escaping your lips as he catches you from behind just as you make it to the doorway.
"Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten."
You toss the shoes you're still holding as he picks you up and carries you to the bed, dropping you face down and covering your body with his much larger frame.
"Don't mess up my hair and make-up, you big brute!" you laugh, squirming underneath him, making sure to grind your ass against his crotch. "I don't have time to redo them."
"Yes, ma'am," he purrs, sliding your panties off. "Get on your knees for me," he orders, making a noise deep in his throat when you get on all fours. He pushes your skirt up to your waist and you feel his breath on your core for several seconds before he grabs two handfuls of ass and spreads you open, his tongue licking a long stripe from your clit to your ass.
"Oh god," you whimper, dropping your forehead down against the mattress as he continues to devour your most sensitive flesh, plunging his tongue deep inside you for several heartbeats before pulling back to tease you with delicate licks and sucks. "I'm so close," you moan, every nerve ending in your body standing at attention when he quickly stands up and pushes his pants and underwear to mid-thigh. "Please," you beg, arching your back and gasping in pleasure when he runs the tip of his hard cock through your slick folds. "Need you inside me," you whisper, screaming against the mattress as he plunges deep inside, your core spasming at the delicious intrusion for several seconds while he holds himself completely still.
The noise you make when he starts to thrust is a little embarrassing for about two seconds before you lose yourself in the feel of his thick cock moving inside you. "Fuck me hard, daddy," you whine, throwing your ass back against him as he follows orders and sets a punishing pace.
The sound of your flesh slapping together provides a filthy backbeat for the praise spilling from Joe's lips; it's not long before you're close to the edge. "I'm close," you whimper, "don't stop!" Joe reaches a hand around to play with your clit, teasing you for a bit before giving you the perfect amount of pressure to pull the trigger. You moan his name as your climax hits; his pace picks up as he fucks you through your orgasm, his own climax hitting just as your knees collapse. He easily holds you up as he empties inside you, easing you down onto the bed when your spasming core has wrung him dry, still whispering praise as you both gasp for breath.
Joe eventually eases out of you, dropping a kiss on your cheek before walking into the bathroom; you hear water running for a couple minutes before feeling a warm, damp cloth between your legs. "Thanks," you sigh, immediately leaping off the bed when the doorbell rings. "They're here!" you hiss.
"Relax, babe," he soothes, giving you a smile while handing you your panties. "I'll entertain 'em while you freshen up."
"Thanks," you whisper, watching as he walks out of the room. You take a deep breath before heading toward the bathroom, stopping in your tracks when you notice that Joe has gathered up your shoes and neatly placed them just beside the door. Something about that thoughtful gesture almost makes you cry. You've been together for a year, but you're still blown away every time he does something like this. "Maybe one of these days I'll get used to it," you mutter, hurrying into the bathroom.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Summer 2025 (party at y'alls house in Cincinnati to celebrate the completion of your MBA)
You look around the backyard, at all of your friends and family mingling together -- eating, drinking, and laughing -- enjoying a beautiful night and a beautiful party hosted by your beautiful man.
He gave a brief speech earlier in the evening, saying how proud he was of you. By now you're used to him showering you with praise, but it still takes your breath away every time.
You turn your head looking for him, a thrill shooting through you when your gaze lands on him and he's looking right at you. You feel a blush rise in your cheeks. Will I ever get used to him looking at me like that? you think to yourself, biting your lip as he walks toward you.
"Hey," he smiles, resting a big hand on the small of your back.
"Hey," you return his smile. "You throw an amazing party, babe."
"I had plenty of help," he mutters, looking a little bashful in a way that makes you want to climb him like a tree. "Why are you over here by yourself?" he asks. You shrug and look down at your feet, swallowing hard when he places a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up. "What is it?"
"Nothing," you whisper, trying to keep a neutral expression. Don't fuck this up! you think to yourself.
He grabs your hand and pulls you farther into the shadows at the edge of the yard, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I know that look, okay? That's not a 'nothing' look. Tell me what's wrong."
"It's stupid."
"Tell me."
You heave a sigh. "I wish you were my first instead of him," you mutter. "You deserved it."
He lets out the nervous breath he was holding, running a hand through his tousled curls before capturing your gaze. "Honey … listen … I wasn't your first, but I intend to be your last. That's way better, don't you think?" You smile as he continues. "When we're old farts, I'm still gonna be sneaking kisses with you and grossing our grandkids out."
"Promise?" you ask.
"I promise." He leans down and presses a kiss on your lips, sliding his tongue inside just long enough to make you want more before pulling back. "Ready to make the big announcement?"
"I'm ready."
"Good. Go grab what you need and I'll have the waiters pass out the Champagne."
"Yes, sir," you drawl, putting as much implied sex as possible into those two syllables. He slowly raises one impeccable eyebrow and gives you a look that goes straight to your core. "Hold that thought, daddy," you breathe, shying away as he makes a playful grab for you. "Damn right I will," he growls, his naughty laughter sending a sizzle of heat through you as you turn and head toward the house.
A few minutes later you're upstairs looking down into the backyard, at the twinkling lights and the waiters with trays of Champagne flutes weaving their way through the crowd. You smile when you see Joe and your dad talking, both wearing big grins. The fact that the two most important men in your life really like and respect each other feels like a dream sometimes. "My entire life feels like a dream," you whisper, thinking back to the week before.
You and Joe had spent the night in his basement bedroom at his parents' house in Athens, sleeping off all of the delicious food and adult beverages you'd consumed during a backyard BBQ. The next morning y'all had a quick breakfast then hit the road back to Cincinnati, taking a detour to his old high school football stadium.
You smile and close your eyes as you immerse yourself in the memory:
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"C'mon," he says, hopping out of the car and grabbing your hand while walking toward a locked entrance gate. "I wanna go out on the field for a bit." You give him a skeptical look. "No way I'm climbing that fence, Burrow." He gives you a cheeky grin before pulling a key out of his pocket. "Of course you have a key," you laugh. "The damn stadium is named after you."
He unlocks the padlock and opens the gate, grabbing your hand again as y'all walk out onto the field. "So this is where the legend of Joe Shiesty was born," you tease, giving him a smile as he leads you to midfield. You notice the look on his face is serious. "You okay, babe?" you whisper. "Yeah," he answers, turning the full force of his icy-blue gaze on you. "Never better."
"Good." You try to read his expression, wondering why he seems … nervous? Before you can contemplate it, he licks his lips and takes a deep breath before speaking.
"Of all the amazing memories I have in this stadium, I hope you're about to give me the best one of all." Your mouth drops open as he quickly reaches in his shorts pocket before dropping down on one knee. He flicks the black velvet box open and holds it out to you, your eyes going wide at the beautiful diamond as he clears his throat before continuing. "Y/n, will you marry me?"
You've never said yes to something so fast in your life; before you know it, you're wearing the gorgeous ring and hugging the gorgeous man who slipped it on your finger, delighted laughter spilling from your lips as he picks you up and spins you around.
After several minutes of kissing and hugging, you feel something cold and wet hit the back of your leg. Joe notices you jump when it happens again. "What is it?" he asks, his eyes going wide when he realizes the dilemma. "Oh shit, it's the sprinklers," he groans. "Run!"
You're almost crying with laughter as y'all finally make it back to the track that surrounds the field.
"Those damn things didn't use to come on this early," he gripes, giving you a bemused look as you try to get your laughter under control. "Not the most romantic proposal, I guess," he grimaces.
"Are you kidding me?" you wheeze, gulping in deep breaths. "That was the most romantic proposal ever!"
"Was not," he grumbles.
"Was too," you argue, sticking your tongue out at him then gasping when he quickly leans down and sucks it into his mouth. He gives you a very thorough kiss before finally leaning back. "Did you get wet?" he asks. You raise an eyebrow and give him a filthy grin. "I meant did the sprinklers get you wet, you perv," he chuckles. "Oh … yeah," you laugh. "Just a little on my legs." He squats down and runs his big hands over your bare legs. "Better?" he asks, wiping his damp hands on his slinky shorts. "Yeah, thanks," you mutter, holding your hand up to admire your ring. "How did you know the exact ring I wanted?"
"I asked your mom and your best friend. They both agreed."
"I can't believe they didn't tell me."
"I asked them not to. I really wanted it to be a surprise. Don't be mad at them, okay?"
"I'm not mad." You hold your hand up and wag the impressive diamond at him. "I mean, look at this. It's perfect."
"You're perfect," he states.
"No I'm not," you argue, your old self-esteem issues bubbling to the surface for a second. "Nobody's perfect."
He gives you a smile before leaning down to press his lips against your ear. "You're perfect for me," he clarifies, giving your earlobe a nip before stepping back. "Can't argue with that," he winks, grabbing your hand and heading for the car. "C'mon. I've got something else to show you."
Y'all get back in the car and drive for about fifteen minutes, eventually turning onto a narrow dirt road that's flanked on both sides by what looks like knee-deep weeds. "Where are we?" you ask, your eyes going wide as Joe stops the car and hops out. "It's some land a friend of mine owns," Joe answers, grabbing a duffle bag out of the trunk before ushering you toward the weeds. "Trust me," he says. "It'll look better in a minute."
You follow behind him as he strides ahead. "That bag looks heavy," you muse. "Nah, it's not bad," he says. "By the way, you don't have to worry about cowshit out here, but watch your step just in case there's some deer droppings."
"How romantic," you giggle, laughing even harder when he throws you a look over his shoulder.
"Give it time, woman. This is about to be romantic as hell."
"I'm just teasing," you laugh. "Having Joe Burrow propose to me in Joe Burrow Stadium was the most romantic thing ever. Anything else is just icing on the cake."
He stops so abruptly you almost crash into him. "Did you really like it?" he asks, turning to face you with a sweet smile on his face. "I loved it," you sigh, cradling a hand behind his neck to pull him down for a kiss; he leans into the kiss for several heartbeats before spinning around to continue the journey through the weeds. "We're almost there," he says. "It's just over this hill."
When you crest the hill your breath catches in your throat as you take in the vast array of wildflowers. "Oh my gosh," you breathe. "It's beautiful!"
"Told ya," he laughs, walking until he finds a small clearing in the wildflowers. He drops the duffle bag on the ground and unzips it before pulling a large blanket out. You help him spread it out, placing your shoes on two corners to weigh it down while he does the same. You drop down and sit cross-legged while he pulls more items from the bag: a small serving tray, two Champagne flutes, a few napkins and a small cooler. He smiles as he sits down beside you, dropping a quick kiss on your lips before opening the cooler to pull out a bottle of Champagne.
"Niiice," you purr, your gaze glued to his sinewy forearms and sensual hands as he easily uncorks the bottle. "Have I ever told you that you have the sexiest arms and hands I've ever seen?"
"Yep," he pours a glass of bubbly and hands it to you, accompanying it with a naughty wink. "Several of my body parts are 'the sexiest' according to you." He shrugs as he pours a second glass. "It evens out though since you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen."
"Am not," you snort, giving a bratty eyeroll.
"Am too," he states. "And I get to spend the rest of my life proving it to you. Lucky me." He holds his flute up. "To us."
"To us," you echo, clinking your glass against his before taking a sip.
"I got a little something else in my bag of tricks," he teases, pulling a box out and popping the lid off to reveal several chocolate-covered strawberries. "My favs!" you grin, opening your mouth to let him feed you one of the plump confections. "Your turn," you whisper, returning the favor before taking another hearty sip of your fizzy beverage. "This is amazing," you say, feeding Joe another strawberry before gesturing at your surroundings. "Champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries in a field of wildflowers? Super romantic."
"Glad you like it." He feeds you another berry, his eyes going dark with arousal when you suck melted chocolate off his finger.
You're just about to pounce on him when he reaches back into the bag. "I've got one more thing to give you," he mutters, digging around in the bag for a bit before handing you a small envelope. You open it and pull out a … hotel key card. "What's this?" you ask, flipping the card over, your eyes going wide when you realize he's written something in permanent marker. "February 11, 2023," you read out loud. "Phoenix, Arizona."
"It's the key card from my hotel suite in Phoenix. Where it all started for us." You try to draw air into your lungs as he continues. "I knew I'd never forget you, and I wanted to have a reminder of that night. I didn't dare dream that one day I'd have a much better reminder." He leans forward and wipes the tears as they spill down your cheeks. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
"They're happy tears," you whisper, crawling into his lap, burying your face in his fragrant neck while he holds you tight as you cry. "I love you," he states. "Love you, too," you sniff.
You eventually pull back, smiling when he hands you a napkin. "Thanks," you sigh, wiping your eyes and nose while shaking your head. "I'll never understand how I got so lucky, but from this day forward I'm gonna stop questioning it."
"Good." Joe hands you your glass before grabbing his. "Here's to gettin' lucky," he states, laughing along with you as y'all clink glasses and take long sips of the cool bubbly. "Seriously though," you giggle, "sometimes I feel like I need to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming."
"Let me help you with that," he murmurs, sliding a hand under the hem of your cutoff shorts to pinch your butt. "Ow!" you yell dramatically, falling over on the blanket before pulling him down on top of you. He looks into your eyes for several heartbeats before capturing your lips in a slow-burn kiss, nipping and teasing before finally plunging his tongue inside, making a sound low in his throat when you arch up against him.
He eventually eases your shirt off followed by your bra; his tongue is cool from the Champagne as he pulls a hardened peak into his mouth, smiling against your sensitive skin when you moan his name. He sucks your nipples so good you can feel it between your legs. You bury a hand in his curls and murmur praise as he continues to tease you, taking his time before kissing a trail down your torso.
He quickly strips naked before sliding your cutoff denim shorts and panties off, giving you a loaded look before settling between your legs, his broad shoulders spreading you wide as he presses wet kisses up your inner thighs. He teases you for several minutes, pressing kisses everywhere but your aching core as you bite your full bottom lip and watch the cotton candy clouds dance by overhead. "Please," you beg, gasping when he finally puts his tongue right where you want it. You arch up against him, pulling his hair and grinding your hips as he works delicious magic with his tongue and fingers, edging you over and over, reading your body language like he's got a damn cheat code.
"Please," you say again several minutes later, your voice raspy from the whimpers and the low-throated moans he's expertly pulled from you. "Finish me, daddy," you whine, fisting your hand in his curls as he follows orders, massaging your sweet spot and fluttering his tongue over your clit as your climax hits; he makes an absolutely feral noise deep in his throat when he causes you to squirt, your entire body shaking at the intensity of the orgasm, a flock of birds taking flight when a scream of pure pleasure spills from your lips.
He eventually rises up on his knees and looks down at you, his eyes heavy with arousal, his lips and chin wet with your juices. He swipes a finger through your essence before sucking it, smiling when you push up onto an elbow and grab your half-full Champagne flute, taking a sip before handing it to him. He takes a sip and then another, holding the cool fizz in his mouth while leaning down, making that same low-throated growl when you part your lips as you read his intention. Your pulse reacts as he slowly feeds you the bubbles; you swallow his offering, sucking his cool tongue into your mouth just as he slides his cock deep inside you. He stares into your eyes as he starts to thrust, the intense intimacy of the moment taking your breath away …
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A loud burst of laughter snaps you back to the present. You take a deep breath and look down into the backyard, smiling when you see Joe holding a wireless mic. "He is SO ready to make this announcement," you giggle to yourself.
It was his idea to announce the engagement at the 'Yay! MBA!' party he was throwing for you, and you immediately agreed, teasing him about having a flair for the dramatic. "My dream woman agreed to marry me. I'm allowed to be dramatic about it, okay?" he'd laughed. "I promise I'll go back to being my usual boring self afterwards." Keeping the engagement secret for a week had been hard, both of you practically bubbling with excitement to share the news.
Another burst of laughter makes you focus on the task at hand; you quickly walk to your jewelry box and grab your engagement ring, slipping it on before heading back down to join the party.
Several minutes later a loud cheer erupts from your party guests as Joe makes the announcement, his arm tight around your waist, the huge smile on his face matching yours as he looks down at you, giving you a quick kiss before y'all are mobbed by the crowd.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Spring 2026
You take a deep breath as you walk down the aisle, your mom holding one of your arms and your dad holding the other, Joe waiting at the end like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. You lock eyes with him as you continue walking, relishing the way his gaze rakes over you in your curve-hugging wedding dress, making you feel like the goddess he always says you are.
Once you reach him, your parents fade into the background and the next several minutes feel like an out-of-body experience as you exchange vows and rings, making promises out loud in public that you'd already whispered to each other in private so many times.
Before you know it, the officiant is telling Joe to kiss his bride. To the delight of everyone present -- including you -- the first kiss you share as husband and wife is a real doozy, with Joe putting his PDA-shyness away for several heartbeats to give you a very thorough kiss before you turn and face the world as newlyweds.
"You ready for this?" he whispers.
"So ready," you answer, your heart melting at the look in his eyes as y'all walk back down the aisle with all of your friends and family cheering and clapping. He instinctively shortens his much-longer strides to match yours in a way that seems symbolic of your entire relationship; him always ready to rush ahead but also willing to wait for you to catch up, to be on equal footing.
You give him a lingering glance as you walk out into the gathering dusk, the sky shot through with coral and purple, fireflies twinkling in the air as he turns to face you. You open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it, rushing ahead in a way you'll never get tired of. "I love you," he breathes, leaning down to capture your lips but waiting … waiting patiently for your response. "I love you, too," you whisper, your heart soaring as his lips finally crash down on yours.
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title: "interview charles leclerc: keine fragen zu ferrari und vettel (charles leclerc interview: no questions about ferrari and vettel)" source: motorsport-magazin author: christian menath format: interview (german) season: 2018, f1
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Charles Leclerc showed an impressive rookie year in 2019. The Ferrari junior lived up to his early praise in the Sauber. Before the season finale in Abu Dhabi, he is just two points behind Romain Grosjean in Haas with 33 points. Enough to oust Kimi Raikkonen at Ferrari in 2019. The young Monegasque and the Iceman swap cockpits. Questions about Ferrari's future and about his future teammate Sebastian Vettel were not allowed in the interview. Motorsport-Magazin.com and Leclerc still had plenty to talk about.
If you do well, this will be our last interview. So you're under pressure!
Charles Leclerc: Why?
Because Ferrari drivers usually don't have to speak 1:1 to writing media from Germany.
Charles Leclerc: Oh, okay.
I don't know if you remember our first interview. Last year in Abu Dhabi when you were driving F2.
Charles Leclerc: Wasn't that earlier? After an FP1 outing with Haas maybe?
You seem to have a good memory. I didn't count the media rounds, just the interviews.
Charles Leclerc: Then it's true!
In Abu Dhabi it wasn't quite sure whether you would drive for Sauber in 2018. The only thing that was certain was that you wouldn't have a chance to drive victories in your rookie year in Formula 1. Back then you said it would be the same as with Alonso with Minardi. Do you think you've achieved something similar to what Alonso did this season?
Charles Leclerc: Puuuuh... I'm honestly really bad at history [laughs].I can't really remember what people thought of him back then. But I'm happy with my season. I don't want to compare it to anyone else's season. It would strike me as rather arrogant to say that it was similar to Alonso's. But yes, I'm satisfied and I can definitely say: I never expected that we would be so strong and that the progress over the year would be so big.
Without comparing yourself to anyone else in the field, do you feel that you and the team have achieved something extraordinary this season?
Charles Leclerc: I think it was a special season. If we look at where the team has been over the last year and where we are now - it sure impressed some people in the paddock. Formula 1 is a tough sport and the level of competition is very high. All teams work at a very high level. To see the progress we've made over the season is impressive.
We have a driver ranking, one by the users and one by us. You're currently in fifth place...
Charles Leclerc: Who are the four in front of me?
Hamilton, Vettel, Verstappen and Raikkonen.
Charles Leclerc: Yes, I saw it. I check a lot of media [laughs].
You secured your place in the last few races in particular. At the beginning of the season things weren't going so well. What was the issue?
Charles Leclerc: I didn't have much experience, I didn't do much testing. So I had to learn everything during the race weekends. It was not easy. For me that is clearly the reason for the problems at the beginning of the season. I didn't know exactly what I wanted from the car and gave the engineers the wrong direction. That was bad, but together with the engineers we finally found the right way. As soon as we implemented that in the car in Baku, we made a big step forward.
It seems to be a pattern in your career. You were anything but confident at last year's Formula 2 tests, and at the start of this Formula 1 season too. Need some time to get started, but then you really get going?
Charles Leclerc: I think one of my real strengths is understanding what the problems are and then improving them, whether it takes time or not. Of course, at the beginning of the season I had the three bad races, that felt like a lot. But then, looking back, three races doesn't feel like much for a car that's so different. So I don't really know. You can probably judge it better from the outside. From the outside it's clearer if it's fast or too slow. But in the end I'm happy with my season.
What was the biggest difference for you compared to all the junior series?
Charles Leclerc: Definitely the power and the downforce, that's very different. It's like a jump from two, three junior categories. Quite large. Then all the systems in Formula 1 that you can control via the steering wheel. In the smaller categories you can change these systems, but after a session. You come back to the pits and talk to the engineers. In Formula 1 you have to do everything yourself, corner by corner.
Did you know that your teammate Marcus Ericsson is a career killer? Kobayashi, Nasr, Wehrlein...
Charles Leclerc: [grins] I saw that a few times in the media too. Every teammate of Marcus... yes, but I don't believe stories like that.
So you weren't afraid you only got one chance?
Charles Leclerc: Oh no, never. Never.
Because you're so confident? Every racer somehow thinks of himself as the fastest, right?
Charles Leclerc: I wouldn't say that. At least not in my case.I never thought about ranking the drivers and determining who is the fastest. I honestly believe that anyone can be the best driver in the field. For me, the one who has understood best how to maximize his potential is the best. That's the most important thing for me. Sure, some riders have more talent, but in the end someone who works hard can get there.
I think it's more about understanding how to reach your own limit. This is particularly important. So ranking is very difficult. I think you can do it for a season, but ranking a rider as a whole is very difficult. Every driver can be as good as anyone else if he finds his limit. The only thing that counts is how long you ride at this level. So I don't really focus on the others. I just focus on myself and try to get the maximum potential out of myself.
How much of your potential have you already shown?
Charles Leclerc: There is definitely a lot more to do. There is always more that you can use. But for the first season, apart from the first three races, I'm pretty happy.
What was the key for you this season?
Charles Leclerc: [thinking] Probably managing a whole weekend, with FP1, FP2, FP3, qualifying, Q1, Q2, Q3, and then the race. This is very different compared to what you are used to from the other categories. It's a weekend that builds up very slowly and it's very important to work your way through all these sessions to be at the top at exactly the right time - in qualifying.
Is there a single scene that you remember in particular? A real key moment?
Charles Leclerc: Probably the call from Maurizio that I will be driving a Ferrari next year. That's something I'll always remember.
And on the route?
Charles Leclerc: Hard to say. But in any case, the duels with Fernando taught me a lot about racing.
As a driver, you learned a lot in 2018. Would you say that you have also learned a lot as a person? You seem to have a decent standing in Formula 1 for a rookie, for example when you heavily criticized Kevin Magnussen.
Charles Leclerc: Maybe it's the image I'm giving. But the most important thing I think is that I'm honest with myself. With what I think I prefer being like this to saying things in front of the media when I'm actually thinking something else. I'm not really like that. I just say what I think. It comes across as a bit direct to the media at times, but that's my personality. I prefer to be like this.
That's good for us!
Charles Leclerc: [laughs]
Is there any weakness that you still see in yourself?
Charles Leclerc: Of course. You always have weaknesses. To name one ... what do I take ... clearly experience, I'm still missing something, but I wouldn't call that a weakness. But just overall as a flaw. Every time I have a problem I focus on it to get better. There is always something you can get better at.
We thought about it in the editorial office. The only obvious mistakes we remembered were spins in the rain. So you're not a rain god yet?
Charles Leclerc: [laughs] No, I think riding in the rain is my forte, which sounds strange. Just not yet in Formula 1. But I'm working very hard on it. It's a very different feeling with the power steering compared to Formula 2 and GP3. There, or rather in all junior categories, the steering wheel is directly connected to the wheels, there is no power steering, so you feel everything. It's different in Formula 1 and different teams also use different power steering. It really depends on the team. To be honest, in the rain I don't have full confidence in the power steering that we have here. That's why I had most of the problems - and I definitely had problems. But in all other series I was always strong in the rain. I just have to keep working and find that feeling in Formula 1 again. A few more kilometers and I'm sure I'll find it again.
Menath, Christian. "Interview Charles Leclerc: Keine Fragen Zu Ferrari Und Vettel." Motorsport-Magazin. November 18, 2018. https://www.motorsport-magazin.com/formel1/news-251777-formel-1-2018-interview-charles-leclerc-sauber-keine-fragen-zu-ferrari-sebastian-vettel-2019/.
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bad boy good thing v.
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pairing: jeon jungkook x oc
genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining
warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)
words: 2, 435
summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing
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a glimpse into the past
“Yes. I’ve literally just stepped foot into my apartment.” Jungkook huffs with his phone between his ears and his shoulders as he attempts to multitask, hands moving a box of the dining table.
But Jimin is persistent and he’s yapping his ear off, something about dropping by in a few but Jungkook is barely paying attention, not when the existential crisis of no longer being a high school student that could hide under an institution with a false sense of security. College was different. He was on his own, even with the presence of his friends; and Jungkook was both terrified and excited.
He’d always dream of the start of his college life. Jungkook was a bit of a dreamer, and he aimed to live out the best life possible; all while trying to juggle his academics and do some extracurriculars on the side. When he told Taehyung about his ambitions, his friend just blinked and him and offered a snort; with an almost taunting pat on his shoulder.
You’ll see.
Jungkook didn’t know what he meant then, and he can only wait to find out.
“Do you need help moving in? Tae and I just finished a lecture and we’ve got the rest of the day off.” Jimin asks over the phone, and while Jungkook wants to start off his journey being independent; there were boxes of his belongings that looked way too unappealing to deal with alone.
“You’d to that?” Jungkook sighs, eyebrows furrowing when he searches for the box that goes into his bedroom.
“Come on, Kook.” Jimin whines, “You think your own hyungs won’t help you out?” His jibe is lighthearted, which only makes Jungkook roll his eyes at his friends' words.
“I know.” Jungkook affirms, “Just college life, you know? Thought you’d be busy having your third existential crisis of the week to help out.”
Jimin snorts over the line, “Try this day, kid.”
Jungkook chuckles, and mumbles something under his breath before puffing; grabbing his phone with his hand as he thinks of a question he’s meant to ask for a while, ever since he stepped foot onto campus and his accommodation.
“Is ____ with you?” Jungkook asks.
Jungkook did so some growing in the time after you’d graduated, and he supposes that he relied a little too much on you as well as Jimin and Taehyung growing up in high school. Because once the three of you graduated, Jungkook was essentially left to fend for himself when you no longer were able to pick him up with a call away or help him out with difficult math problems when you had college to worry about.
It was horrible at first, purely because Jungkook missed you and your kindness. Sure, phone calls and texts worked—but your presence was always more than what words could ever offer, and Jungkook found himself searching for other methods to survive the next two years in high school without you there looking over him.
His football teammates had always been just his football teammates until he was forced to fraternise with them on a deeper level, and he realised that they weren’t too bad. They were fun and full of life, definitely the type of people that he found himself having fun with. He’s always been surrounded with people that were older than him, you, Jimin and Taehyung for example—and having peers his age to hang out with was a pandora box he never knew he’d ever get used to.
Take Eunwoo for example. Jungkook was petrified of him because there was no way a sixteen-year-old could look that could, and if he looked like that before puberty finished its course—then what the hell was he going to look like after?
But he was a nice guy, a fun person to hang out with and he definitely taught Jungkook some things he’d never dare ask Jimin or Taehyung. Things about women and men; the interrelationships that could be navigated with enough practice.
And enter Yuna, the first girl he’s ever had the ability to get to know in his life besides you. It was the typical cheerleader-meets-footballer trope that Jungkook would always scoff at, but according to Eunwoo “it’s only right that the same type of people minded together.”
Jungkook furrowed his brows when Eunwoo clasped him on his back when he told him that with a wink, suggestive eyes when he exposed a not-so-secret that Yuna had on Jungkook after one of their football games during his senior year.
But Jungkook thought otherwise, probably because he remembered you telling him that people were fundamentally different and social interactions with different walks of life only made life more beautiful and worth living. Seeing the diversity in cultures and experiences opens up our hearts to a world that doesn’t exist for us—it keeps us humble.
Jungkook blindly agreed then, likely entranced with you in general to consider the weight of your words. But Eunwoo was like a constant reminder, and he was older then—a little more subdued enough to pay attention to the words of his friend.
And when Jungkook continued his high school life, it seemed like more and more people seemed to pay attention to him. It wasn’t like he was unpopular before, he definitely caught the eyes of many—but it was different then. It was like Jungkook was his own person and people thought he was cool enough to approach.
So when Yuna shyly asked him out for a date, Jungkook said yes even though he still thought of you.
And when Eunwoo slapped a pack of condoms into his palm while his other football teammates hollered, Jungkook took the leap of faith and lost his virginity the same night.
So, yeah. Jungkook did some growing up—and he hopes that it’ll be enough for you to see him as a man.
“—she’s always doing so much that she barely has time for us and I get that she’s always been an overachiever but we miss her, you know?” Jimin complains, and Jungkook just about returns back from his flashback.
“Sorry, what did you say?” Jungkook says sheepishly.
“Were you not listening to me rant for the past five minutes?” Jimin exasperates and Jungkook hears some shuffling and a chuckle, possibly coming from Taehyung, on the other end of the line.
“You do have the tendency to go off tangent, Jimin,” Jungkook mutters.
Jimin scoffs, “It’s called paying attention to the details you brat. But anyway, to sum it up for you since you wanna be annoying—_____ isn’t with us. She’s got this student council thing and a meeting with a bunch of ambassadors visiting the campus in the evening.”
Jungkook blinks, taking a moment to process the information. He smiles fondly to himself, realising that you always did fine on your own—and he supposes it’s always been that way. You were quiet and never imposing, but you still did your best.
“Oh.” Jungkook says, “Will I be able to see her soon?”
Jimin snorts on the other end.
“Why are you asking me? You have her number right?” Jimin retorts, “Though it may be difficult reaching her cause she takes like five business days to reply if you aren’t work-related.”
Jungkook chuckles while he fiddles with his thumb. He can see you working hard, eyebrows furrowed as you type out emails and organise events like the efficient woman you were.
He’s seen pictures of you on social media, courtesy of Jimin and Taehyung who’d post stories of your pouts when they’d drag you out for some social time, according to their captions. And God, did you grow up even more beautiful than you were in high school.
Jungkook saw you as the girl he admired in high school and it was mostly his puppy-loved up brain thinking of you like this super smart and out of his reach senior that he wanted to respect. But now that Jungkook was … older. He still thinks you’re admirable and smart, but he can’t lie and say he didn’t notice other things.
Like how certain tops flatter your collarbones so nicely that he wonders what it’s like to sink his teeth into them. Or how you’ve experimented with tennis skirts that look like easy access for a territory Jungkook’s used as one of many of his spank bank materials. Even the way your eyes innocently glance up in pictures makes Jungkook’s brain hazy.
Jungkook was older, and so were you. The two of you were in college and it was different. You weren’t just his high school senior and he wasn’t just the little kid that worshipped you. It was free game and Jungkook wanted to make to most out of it.
“I will.” Jungkook nods with a declaration and a sense of determination in his chest. “What time does she finish?”
A brief moment of silence until Jimin responds, snorting to himself.
“She usually gets off her meetings at—10 pm?” Jimin ponders out loud. “You’re really going to wait for her?”
Jungkook wants to add he’s been doing that all this while, but keeps it to himself.
“Just can’t wait to see her.” He shrugs casually.
“You still have that schoolboy crush on her?” Jimin teases. But Jungkook doesn’t flush this time. He’s had his handful of experiences to navigate his way with feelings and desire.
“Not a crush.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. But he wasn’t going to admit that to Jimin or Taehyung just yet. “Is it bad to want to see an old friend?”
“Whatever you say, Jungkook.” Jimin sing-songs. “But I will warn you; _____ isn’t the type.”
At this, Jungkook furrows his eyebrows.
“What?”
Jimin sighs, “Whatever it is you’re thinking … stop.” And his words oddly set off an uneasy feeling in Jungkook’s chest that he doesn’t like. “You know _____. She’s not the kind of person that dates or fucks around. I don’t think she’s even looked at any guy on campus ever since we were enrolled two years ago.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, feeling slightly ashamed that he’s been caught so early on. But along with growing up, Jungkook’s grown quite a bit of an ego too.
“What makes you think I want to fuck her? What if I really just miss her?” Jungkook snaps.
“Kook, I love you and you’re my best friend but I’ve seen your Instagram stories and escapades. I have no problem with you being sexually active or whatever—you do you, as long as it’s consensual and within respectable boundaries. I know you think college is like this unobstructed territory where you can just fuck around with people but _____ really isn’t like that. I’ve been there and I’m telling you to drop it.”
Jungkook clenches his jaw, “You’ve wanted to fuck her?” Jungkook accuses.
He can practically hear and feel Jimin’s eye roll over the phone.
“No, you idiot.” Jimin sighs, “I’ve had the same intentions as you with other women. While they may be receiving and comfortable with that, _____ won’t be. I hear and recognise your tone and I’m warning you against it.”
Jungkook purses his lips, wanting to defend himself further. But he realises, who is Jimin to tell him what to do with his life? He isn’t a kid anymore.
“You’re reaching.” Jungkook tells Jimin, “You don’t have to worry okay? I just miss ____ and I want to see her before orientation on Friday. Is that a crime?”
“Again, I don’t know what you really want so I won’t project anymore. But I’m telling you, ______ is _____. You don’t think dudes have tried with her before?”
Somehow the revelation of the fact that you did have two years to mingle around with other people and potentially get with men (or women) that weren’t him causes a different type of dread to fill his stomach, an ugly emotion of jealousy. One that he’s never felt before and he doesn’t like it at all.
“God, I haven’t even seen you yet and you’re already micromanaging my entire life.” Jungkook scowls.
“The double standard is real.” Jimin scoffs, “You used to follow _____ around like a lost puppy when we knew each other first? I feel betrayed, man.” Jimin is joking but the reminder makes Jungkook still.
"That's ... different." Jungkook protests.
Jimin snorts as if he doesn't believe his friend.
"Oh, it is different all right. You, my friend, are whipped." He snickers, "Too bad the two of you are basically polar opposites, huh?"
Jungkook freezes on the other end when Jimin casually lets it slip the thought that somewhat plagues his mind, too.
"We're not that different." Jungkook defends himself.
"Says you Mr Athlete all throughout high school. I bet you ten bucks that you were already recruited by one of the football dudes here."
Jungkook scowls because Jimin was spot on.
"Okay. I do sports and she doesn't. That's it." Jungkook snaps.
Jimin clicks his tongue, "You're all for the attention, dude. _____ always keeps it on the down-low while you do your best when people are cheering you on. It's like the spotlight follows you wherever you go and she does her best avoiding it."
Jimin clenches his jaw because while Jimin's words were lighthearted, and he knew better than to ever put you down because the three of you were all good friends—the fact that someone as close to the two of you as Jimin; was laying out the obvious makes Jungkook doubt himself a lot more.
"Oh, and you're the best at psychoanalysing people right?" Jungkook sneers.
Jimin snickers on the other end but Jungkook can't find it in himself to laugh.
"Relax. I'm joking, all right?" Jimin reassures his friend. "You don't even like her that way, right? That's what you said anyway."
Right. He didn't. That's what he told Jimin.
"Right," Jungkook says stiffly.
"If the two of you ever ended up together, though ..." It's as if Jimin was the one dead-set on pushing for it as Jungkook wishes for him to drop it. "Nah. It wouldn't happen. It probably wouldn't work out either."
Jungkook forces a dry chuckle before muttering a lame excuse and hanging up.
He loved Jimin, the guy was a good friend on an average day and an absolute sweetheart on better ones. And Jungkook knew that Jimin meant no malice when he spoke of the potential relationship between you and Jungkook because, well ... Jungkook has always been the younger guy. And that would be weird, wouldn't it?
But Jungkook knows he's done some growing up. And he'll prove it—in whatever way possible.
Jimin doesn’t need to know.
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connieshusband · 3 years
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Fucking hate you, love to fuck you
Hate sex
Oikawa x fem!reader
"fuck you!" "Is that a promise?"
4k
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reader was the captain and ace of the girls team, reader goes to Aoba Josai, reader is also Kag's cousin
Degradation, Slight Feminization Kink, Praise Kink, Fluffy Ending, Fluff and Angst, I'm not very good at writing smut, I also got tired while writing so its short... sorry, Sir Kink: but very minor, no beta we die like men
-cross posted on my ao3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31932412
MINORS DNI
Summary:
You hadn't registered that you'd slapped him until he look at you holding his red cheek with his large hand.
And you certainly hadn't registered that he had his tongue down your throat not a moment later. An honest to god moan leaving your lips which he smugly ate up.
___
Degration as well as any kink should have the full consent of all parties involved every time!!
I'm not very good at e2l so be gentle 🤩
I'm such a simp lmao
Oikawa could never figure out why you hated him when you both entered your first year of high school. Having come from a different middle school than you, he figured you'd be like the rest of the people in your grade level and fall all over him.
He wanted to ask why you had such a large stick up your ass during your first group project but chickened out. He assumed you'd at least get along as you were captain of the girls volleyball team and known for your powerful spikes. The setter in him really wanted to find out your perfect toss.
But it wasn't until your 3rd year when he came to despise you too.
He'd overheard you telling your best friend that your cousin made it onto his high schools volleyball team. Being the nosey Nelly that he is, he made the mistake of asking which school your cousin attended.
"Karasuno," you said, your chest puffed out.
It clicked: the black hair, intense expression, the last name even. He could practically see his protégé in the reflection of your eyes. He mentally slapped himself for not seeing it sooner.
His eyes narrowed, matching yours as tension of your silent beat down had to be cut by Iwazumi.
_____
You set down your suitcase, giving your aunt a big hug as she greeted you in the doorway. You give Tobio a fist bump as he helps you carry your things into the spare bedroom.
Your aunt had graciously allowed you to stay with her so you could be closer to school for your final year.
"I can't believe you're dropping volleyball club just as I'm about to join," Tobio whined, setting a suitcase on a chair in the corner of the room.
"I know," you said sullenly. You hadn't wanted to, but being captain and a 3rd year just wasn't going to be practical. Not being the best student, you thought it would be a wise decision.
Having always been close your your cousin on your dad's side came with its perks, including but not limited to drama. Ever since Tobio had joined volleyball in middle school he'd talked about Oikawa, usually brushing off some of the down right nasty things he'd said. But you hadn't. You took it upon yourself to help him train harder and harder to be able to defeat his bully when he'd found out he couldn't attend Aoba Josai with you.
Being an ace had its advantages when teaching Tobio about different techniques on how to set up a spiker best. Often gossiping about the smug bastard as you worked.
Of course, there was no escaping the pretty boy at school either. When your best friend, Ryu, had started dating his best friend Iwaizumi, being the 3rd and 4th wheel at hangouts became increasingly awkward.
And even worse when she mentioned your current math grade. Damn that ginger setter. And Mr. Perfect boasting about his grades to you. Which had lead you to your current situation.
Sitting in his bedroom.
Listening to him drawl on and on with rapidly decreasing interest.
While he looked hot as fuck.
What?!
With new found annoyance you scoffed at him snapping his fingers in your face.
"earth to y/n, I know I'm ravishing, but now it's math time." He said, a smirk decorating his lips.
“I ignored you on purpose, dumbass. Don't you get that I hate you?"
"I'm not asking you to stay, besides this has nothing to do with me?? Its calculus..."
"narcissist," you mumbled under your breath.
"must be your type," he shot back, "gawking at me for the last hour."
"aren't you dating whats-her-face from English?" You retorted, feeling your face heat up.
"yeah??" he said, confused.
You mocked his confusion, ""yeah" God, then stop flirting with me."
He scoffed, an eyebrow disappearing into bangs, "you must be a narcissist if you think I'm flirting with you because wow, it almost like I can't stand the sight of you, y/n," he rolled his eyes in disgust, sitting up in his chair indignantly.
You push him back into his chair, turning on your heels, saying nothing more.
"good!! I was going to kick you out anyway!"
____
You notice his current girlfriend wasn't hanging out with him at lunch nor sitting in his lap during English. In fact. He hadn't found new arm candy by the time your next session rolled around the following week.
___
After begrudgingly agreeing to do another tutoring session and making him promise no funny business, that rule was broken when he had his sleeves rolled up of his blue silk shirt, he glasses laying forgotten on the table, fingers rubbing his tired eyes as he tried to explain a difficult problem to you.
How could Tooru Oikawa be so fucking sexy and such a fucking dick at the same time?
Asking myself this a lot while writing
"fuck you, Oikawa! I don't need your bullshit!"
"fine! Fucking go then!" Giving you a light shove towards the door.
You hadn't registered that you'd slapped him until he look at you holding his red cheek with his large hand.
And you certainly hadn't registered that he had his tongue down your throat not a moment later. An honest to god moan leaving your lips which he smugly ate up.
You shoved him against his bed, your own smugness drinking up his moan.
You pulled your tank top off as you climbed on top of him. "You have condoms?" You asked, cringing at your breathless voice.
He flipped your position, hot breath fanning your ear, "don't you want to be filled with my cum, baby?"
Rolling your eyes, you flipped the position again, "the last thing the world needs is more of you running around."
He considered it before saying with a shrug "top drawer."
Leaning over, your legs still gripping his hips, you pulled out a condom wrapper and tossed it at his face. His nose scrunching cutely.
"pull some weight, lazykawa," you said, yanking his pants and underwear to his ankles. He was already fully hard and you took great satisfaction in wordlessly teasing him.
Trying to ignore you, a blush creeping up around his ears as he hurriedly rolling the condom onto his thick length, as you remove your bra. He flips your position once more, hovering over you, a taunting smirk plastered over his lips.
"can't go 10 minutes without getting your greedy pussy fucked?"
"Can't that mouth do anything besides half-assed insults, Shittykawa?" You mocked, he raised a cheeky eye brow at you.
He lowered his face to you heat, "want to find out?" You grip his hair harshly and shove his face between your thighs.
He rips off you panties and eagerly laps around your cunt before catching himself, slowing his ministrations.
He gripped your thighs as he buried his face in your heat. Alternating between sucking in your clit and finger fucking you, never letting you get both at the same time.
You bit your tongue, doing your best to avoid begging for more - a futile endeavor.
"C'mon babygirl, I know you want it," he sing-songed
You swallowed your pride, "please Tooru."
"sorry couldn't hear you, your legs were busy clamping around my ears.
Your legs shook in frustration and pleasure as he lazily drummed his finger on your sweet spot.
He leaned overtop of you, sucking harshly in your neck as his other hand massages your ass.
"please, Tooru! Please sir!"
"oo~" he remarks, returning between your legs, 3 fingers entering you suddenly as he nibbled along your thigh, quickly returning to sucking on your clit.
You come hard and without warning.
"delicious," he remarks, sitting up and licking his fingers clean, "and so many lewd noises too."
"You have a knack for bringing out the worst in people," you attempt to sound threatening but only succeeding in boosting his ego.
"Oh no~ I hate to find out what the best would be..." He unbuttons his blue silk shirt, allowing you to drink up the full show of his abs. "Not talking so big now, eh, Kageyama?"
You scowl at him before grunting a "just fuck me already".
"don't mind if I do."
You connected your lips with his, enjoying the noises he made as his neglected cock became engulfed in your warmth.
Neither of you lasted long.
He emptied himself into the rubber with a sexy grunt lining up with your moan.
After care he collapsed on top of you, his deep breaths matching yours.
Your hands still resting on his back, feeling scratches from your nails decorating his skin.
He had pressed his forehead to yours, you looked up to meet his eyes which were flitting between the purple marks on your neck and your eyes.
He hadn't held your gaze for more than a second when the realization of what just happened hit both of you at once. Pushing your bodies apart, you shamefully picked up your clothes from the floor leaving the room quickly.
____
It had been weeks since that day. You hadn't gone back for another tutoring session, claiming to Ryu that your grades had improved.
The free time had allowed you to be a better supporter for your cousin, getting a chance to meet his teammates and his friends.
You meet Karasuno's Ryu and think to yourself how well he and your Ryu would get along
While hanging out with your cousin at the spring tournament, you were enjoying a lunch break with a vibrant ginger, his best friend Hinata and a mutual friend with spiky hair. Bokuto, you had learned, was in your year and had a ton in common with you.
Maybe you'd gotten carried away returning his flirty looks and laughing a little too hard at his jokes. He remarked often how different your personality was from your cousin. After exchanging numbers to practice volleyball sometime (him being excited to practice with another captain/ace) an unfortunately familiar voice pulled you away from your fun.
"y/n?"
"what?" You roll your eyes, at Oikawa. You knew he had been watch you and the rest of Karasuno after they had win their first game. Beside you, you can feel the 3 boys, especially Tobio fuming.
"I have a question about the math assignment."
"I'm busy."
"too bad."
Recognizing that he wasn't going to go away until you give in, you stand up, brushing the dust from your bottoms. He leads the way out of sight from your new friends.
He harshly pushes you against the wall, "what do you think you're doing princess?"
You flip your position, he winced as his back connects with the concrete wall. "You ask you the same thing, princess."
His hand instinctively wrapped around your muscular arm submissively.
"you like that don't you?" You asked.
He nervously glanced around him for on lookers. Luckily he'd chosen a pretty secluded spot
"wouldn't want your fan girls to see you being treated like the pretty white you are?" You smirked.
He nodded shyly.
You grabbed his ass, earning a submissive squeak from him.
"such a good princess, getting his flat ass groped," you smile, you see him swallow a moan as his eyes flutter shut.
You begin painfully slowly palming him through his shorts, feeling him grow under you.
"I hope you lose," you whisper sensually into his ear.
He scowls at you as you pull away completely. Leaving him hard, exposed, and blushing as you return to your new friends.
______
The cheers from Karasuno's supporters hadn't quieted down as the team packed up. Still high on adrenaline and pride for your baby cousin, you took the time to use the bathroom before the long drive home.
Rounding the corner you heard voices, recognizing one to be Oikawa and the other belonging to a deep voiced man.
Sneaking a peak your eyes go wide. He was face to face with Ushiwaka. The former not fairing well in the conversation. You didn't think a man could look for upset than the way Oikawa looked right now.
As the conversation comes to a close, you wait until Oikawa has gone out if sight to chase after him. Accidentally running into Ushiwaka.
"sorry" you mumble, attempting to move past.
"you're with karasuno, yes?" Ushiwaka asks.
Your mind didn't really register him, instead giving him a quick pat on the shoulder and a "that's great, buddy," as you run after the brunette.
Hearing an "I look forward to playing them." In the distance.
"Hey!"
He was too far ahead to really hear you, pushing past the front doors.
"HEY!" You yell, nearly at his heels. You stand in the doorway breathing hard, "TOORU!"
He turns to face you, Iwaizumi annoyed that he can't convince their captain to just get on the bus already.
You beckon him over and he skeptically approaches you.
"here to gloat?" He asks, his voice lacking the usual sharpness.
"Tobio is staying at Hinata's tonight and my aunt is out is town for the next two days," you say.
You see the cogs working as he pieces together what you're offering. His mouth forming an 'o' shape as he realizes.
You smile smugly before running back to where Karasuno's bus is parked, giving Tobio a running jump hug, which he awkwardly returned.
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If nothing else, Oikawa was punctual. Arriving at exactly at 7:30. You hadn't done anything special, just heated up 2 frozen pizzas that your aunt had left. Watching his form as he quietly ate his 3 cheese. He hadn't said a word besides "thank you" after you'd served him. While yes, apart of you meant when you'd said that you hoped he lose but the guilt of seeing the cocky bastard looking so small on the other side of the table, nibbling on the crust. Pity maybe?
"You played really we-"
His eyes were red, his pride keeping him from crying in front of you. "I don't want to talk about it."
"You want to have sex?"
he hesitated before asking, "can we be nice?"
You nodded. Making your way to his chair, straddling his hips and cupping his face. You kissed him slow and deliberate. You don't kiss long before you start to feel his dick springing to life. You stand up pulling him, walking backwards, towards your room accidentally walking into the partially open door.
"Graceful," he commented, a hint of his salty tone under his words as he resumed kissing you.
You grinded against each other for a few moments, drinking in each others moans. You pulled away momentarily, his cheeks dusted pink, breathing heavy, his dick straining in his pants.
"You're so beautiful," you said. He blushed harder, his cock twitching in it's confines. Your fingers dip under the waistband of his pants and pull them down, licking your lips when his cock hits his stomach. You're about to press your lips to his tip when you feel pressure on your forehead.
"y-you don't have to..." he says. You cock your head to one side, your lips parted as you gaze up at him. "I-I get it you know... I don't hold it against you..."
"I want to," you say, "if you want me to."
He nods slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as he enters your warm mouth.
Out of all the sex you'd had, this moment with Tooru didn't feel like sex. It felt like making love.
After he got close, you popped your mouth off and had ridden him. His muscles still sore from his games. Your lips danced with his as his hips met yours. Both of you reaching your climax simultaneously.
Tired in the best way, you cuddle up to his bare chest, kissing his cheek, "don't think this means I like you, flatass."
"of course," he says, relaxing into your touch.
"good."
"it was the fact that my dick was down your throat that made be think that."
You punch him in the ribs, earning an 'ouch' followed by a quiet, "let me have one win today." Followed by an even quieter "sorry" from you.
You place a gentle kiss on his cheek again before returning to your snuggle position. He wraps his arms around your waist as you both drift off to sleep.
______
It's been a number of days and neither if you had spoken about it. You wanted to text him a simple 'good morning' but the image of him quietly shuffling out of your room at the crack of dawn when he thought you were still sleeping, placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You didn't want to seem too eager or somehow let on that not only were you awake but had enjoyed when he'd done it.
After the girls had lost to Fukurodani's girls in the semi finals, Ryu had insisted on dragging you out to play volleyball with her and some 'friends'. You secretly hope it's the other girls from your team. You find yourself not disappointed that it's Iwaizumi and Oikawa.
"Warm up 'Yama!" Oikawa yells at you, serving the ball in your direction as you and Ryu approach.
Caught off guard for a moment, you return the ball back at him, hitting his face lightly with an oof.
Of course, Ryu wanted to set for her boyfriend, leaving you with Oikawa.
You made a pretty good team, he picked up your style quickly, the ball exactly where you wanted it without having to tell him anything. Not to mention that Oikawa had racked up a third of the points on service aces alone, Iwaizumi finally adjusting to being on the receiving end on them. He and Ryu had made a magnificent comeback, clearly having practiced with each other before. You were lucky if you could get a piece of one of Iwa's spikes, Tooru faired better but they quickly took the lead. You grab Oikawa's arm, causing him to look at you curiously.
"set it to me, but I'll set it back. You spike it," you said, finishing your sentence by looking at him.
He considers it.
"break it up love birds!" Iwa shouted at you. Ryu making obnoxious kissing noises behind him. You quickly let go of his arm to flip her off, causing her to burst out laughing.
Iwa serves.
"it's mine!" Tooru yells. Mid jump, he faces you, the subtlest of winks as the ball flies into the air.
Smiling, you angle your body for a spike, Ryu taking the bait, but at the last moment, your hand sent the ball perpendicular to the net, straight into Oikawa's hand. The ball whizzing past Iwa's ear.
The adrenaline getting the better of you as you both embrace, celebrating a successful kill.
You revel in you best friend and her stoic boyfriend exchanging a bewildered look.
At the end of the game Oikawa offers to drive you home, when out of the way of prying eyes, he leans against his car. "Before your cousin goes to nationals, he and shorty should play against us."
"Yeah and maybe Tobio can set for me one round," you say, playing with the hem of his shirt, "but if there's any funny business from you, I'm calling it off."
"Who, me??" he jokes, aware of his history with your family.
You don't respond, opting to gently press your lips to his. He returns the kiss, cupping your face.
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Did I write myself into the story? ┐( ∵ )┌ Maybe a little...
I'm also not opposed to doing a part two, so lemme know in the comments ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Also not me writing my first Haikyuu fic be Oikawa when I wanna break his knees 🥴🤚 (couldn't resist tho he's been on my mind, especially with glasses 🥵🤒)
Also also not me writing this from 1:30 am to 8am then had half my work deleted so I had to redo it the following night 🤪👈
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generallybarzy · 3 years
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an: christmas in april? sorry this took so long.. but here’s a little bit of established relationship and soft cute Christmas smut! Its been too long since we had something so sweet and smutty about our fav cute ass couple. It’s all sweet and soft and cute and then it gets filthy... the perfect dynamic, i want what they have. i was only inspired to finish this because of barzys hatty tonight haha, he deserves everything. I didn’t really spell check this yet, just needed to post finally!! Personally, I think its the hottest thing I've ever wrote. Lemme know!!! 💕
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You never believed you’d find someone to spend your life with. If anyone told you your holidays would one day be spent cuddling up with your boyfriend of almost two years in the apartment that you had just moved into together earlier that month, you would have told them they were wrong. Flat out wrong. Things as beautiful and destined as that only happened in movies, and you certainly weren’t lucky enough to get something like that. But, now, here you were.
And here was Mat.
Even after two years with Mat, there was still nothing better than spending the evening cuddled up with him on the couch. No matter how many fancy, expensive dinner dates he took you on at upscale restaurants in the city or how many helicopter rides you took together out in B.C. when he was showing you his home, or how much you loved hanging out with his friends and his family and his teammates, nothing was better than cuddles at home. As much time you spent together, you still felt as giddy and comfortable and safe and at-peace as that first time with him. Things didn't simmer down, that spark didn't fade away after a bit like you feared they would. But they became more subtle. You no longer had to ask him to come to the couch to cuddle, you no longer worried that maybe he wouldn't want to. It was a habit, at this point, to fall into his arms at the end of the day just the same as he did with you. You were each other’s safe havens, the place you laid your head to rest. You loved each other, and there was no place you’d rather be than together.
You’d spent the evening baking cookies, decorating the new tree, and wrapping his family member's Christmas gifts- a book his mom had been wanting, along with some of the cookies you'd made and various at-home spa items; hockey memorabilia and classic jerseys for his dad; and some new pieces of technology and the latest eye shadow palette that his sister had been wanting, along with some stupid jokes gifts that he wrapped in duct tape like the annoying older brother he was. Now, after the sunset bared its last light over the horizon and through your window, you lay together in bliss, with the tree twinkling its colorful lights across the room as you and Mat snuggled on the couch under a fluffy blanket, and everything felt right. 
"I don't know why we went through all that work to decorate the tree if we're not even spending Christmas here." Mat grumbled playfully, his head on your chest, partially hidden under the blanket. 
"Well," your face glowed in a smile as you remembered the flight out to Vancouver you had in a few days. Spending holidays with his family was always your favorite. Your family wasn’t the best, and it wasn’t too healthy to spend your holidays with them, but you always had Mat and his family. They were so welcoming, so kind, and for as many years now as you’d gone as Mat’s girlfriend, they had accepted you like family. "Because this is our home, Mat. It'd be wrong not to decorate it for the first time." 
"I don't need a tree for this to feel like home." 
“Aww, baby.”
“It’s true.” He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees above you on the couch, bringing his face level with yours. His warm breath hit your lips as he brushed his nose against yours, eyes slipping shut and grinning. “I love you. Always.”
“I love you always too.” 
"I'm so glad you're here. I'm so happy we live together, finally." 
"I'm glad we live together, too." 
Mat snuggled down into your neck, the locks of dark hair that had been growing out lately tickling your face. You reached up to brush them aside and curl your hand around the back of his head, cupping his head against you tenderly . His hair was getting so nice and long, and you knew he’d have to cut it soon, per the team's guidelines, but god, you were gonna cherish it now. 
"I actually have something for you, Maty."
"A Christmas present?" 
"Well, an early Christmas present." You smiled at the excited look on his boyish face as he leaned back, the lights from the tree highlighting the sparkle in his eye. "You can't open it at your parent's house, so we're gonna do it here instead."
"What is it?" 
"Try to figure it out." 
He sat up then, his eyes scanning the room for anything that might seem out of the ordinary, anything that might be hidden. He was looking for his present, and you had to hold back a laugh at the sight. 
"Maty…" 
"No, no, I'll find it."
"Babe…"
"I got this."
"Let me give you a hint, at least." You sat up with him and took his hand in yours and cupped it against your cheek, turning your head to the side to kiss his fingers. He smiled at the touch, melting back into you and tracing his thumb across your skin. 
"Alright, gimme the hint."
You pushed his hand down the smooth skin of your neck, the swell of your breasts, down the curve of your waist, and to the hem of his hoodie that swallowed you up. "It's right in front of you, baby." 
"For real?" The joy in his eyes was the same you saw the first time you told him you were ready to take that step, almost two years ago now. No matter how many times you were together, he was always just as excited.
“You say that as if we’ve never done this before.”
“It always feels like the first time.” 
You glowed and let go of his hand to reach up and cup his face between both of you. His words came so simply and without hesitation that you knew he was sincere. “Aw, Mat…”
“I’m serious.” 
“You’re so sweet tonight.”
“Maybe I just really want to lay some love on you.” He hitched his hands under your thighs and tugged you close, lying you back against the couch once again. His hands slid up the soft skin of your tummy and waist, dipping under your shirt momentarily, and causing your breath to hitch in your throat- his hands always managed to do that to you- as you breathed out the words against his lips. 
“Maybe I’m gonna let you.” 
With one last grin, his face dipped down to yours, locking your lips together in a familiar, electric dance. Soft, gentle lips moving against yours had never felt as good as with any other boyfriends as they do with Mat. His touch was intoxicating, made your mind wander and your heart race flushed your skin and shocked you to the core. Ever since the very first time his hand grazed against yours when he reached out to hold it for the first time, to the first time your bodies connected in passion under the covers, it felt the same. Like fire. Even two years later, he drove you insane, and all you wanted, and frequently achieved, was to drive him insane as well. In the best way possible. Mat broke apart from your lips momentarily to slip the hoodie over your head, revealing his gift. “Fuck…”
Right there, in front of his eyes, your breasts were covered only by a lacy crimson fabric, held together behind a pretty red bow. With each heavy breath of anticipation, your chest was heaving softly before his eyes, and he found himself hypnotized by the gentle rise and fall. 
“You like it?"
“Holy shit, you’re hot.” 
“So are you.” 
His eyes were wide, warm, and gentle, looking over you. He dragged his gaze away from your chest even though you could tell how hard it was, and shook his head. “Not as much as you.”
"Mmm", you took the liberty of taking his hands from where they had frozen beside you and placing them, big and warm, over your chest. "Go ahead, baby." 
"No, no, I wanna savor this first."
His mouth dipped down, soft hair tickling your neck as he nibbled at your chest, laying little love bites and kisses along the tender skin. He cupped your boobs and squeezed them around his face, humming in content. You couldn’t help but laugh as he buried his face against you, and you could feel his grin break out against your skin. “Having fun, baby?”
“Oh my god, yes. You’re gorgeous. So soft.” 
“Mmhm.” You sighed into his touch as he kissed his way back up your chest.
“Baby.” He spoke softly to get your attention, and your eyes opened lazily to see him, biting his lip and holding the delicate ribbon between two fingers. “Can I?”
“Please.” He gave a gentle tug, and with one last heave of your chest, the lacy bralette fell open, revealing one of Mat’s favorite parts of your body. 
“Fucking Christ.” 
“Bub, you can’t be swearing like that so close to Christmas.” 
“How do you expect me not to when you’re…. God, just so perfect…” You saw the way his eyes glazed over mid-sentence in the colorful lights of the tree, the way his jaw went slack as you arched your chest up towards him. He reached out, slowly, as if worried you were going to disappear if he moved too quickly, and when the large, rough hands curled around the side of your waist and slid up and down, you felt goosebumps pop up along your skin. 
“Your fingers are cold.”  
“But you love it.” He ran the pad of his thumb over your nipples, watching as they pebbled under his touch in the cold air. “So do I.” 
“Warm me up?”
“Always.”
He dipped his head down, his mouth hot and wet along the peaks and valleys of your chest, down your stomach.
His fingers traveled over the familiar layout of your body, colored in soft golden and red and green in the dancing Christmas lights, tracing each recognizable landmark with specific care- every memorized freckle and birthmark he had kissed since your first night together and every dimple in your skin that he cherished, every spot that had his fingerprints imprinted onto like memory foam after so many nights spent holding you tight with everything in him, as if you'd slip away. As if you'd want to. With each inch his hands followed, he found more, there was always more territory to be marked down, jotted down in his brain for future reference. He was always finding something new. Something more to use against you, to use against you in the best way possible, to push you further and further to that blissful end goal.
He made his way down, down, down, until his breath was hot over your lace-covered core, his hand gripping your hips tightly. Mat smiled as your hands found his hair, curling your fingers through a fistful of the dark locks before releasing and smoothing it back into place again. Mat's favorite thing about going down on you, besides the way it pleasured you, was the way your hands felt on his head, massaging and grabbing and twisting and pulling. It was heaven to him, letting you guide him around like that. 
“Can I take them off?” 
“Hmm.” As much as you wanted him to ravage you right there, with those soft, sultry eyes he was giving you, he was wearing far too many clothes. “You first.” 
Mat didn't say anything else before stripping out of his dark crew neck sweater and jumping up off the couch to kick his gray sweats down. His smile was contagious as your gaze dropped from his face, down his bare chest and the little chain you’d gotten him for your anniversary, down towards the tent in his boxers with a silly, excited grin. He laughed. "Not tired of seeing me yet?" 
"Never."
"You sure you’re not getting bored of my dick yet?"
"No, baby. Definitely not.” You grinned, the thought of spending the rest of your life with him bouncing around your mind. “Why? Are you getting bored of me?"
"No way." Mat leaned down to lace your fingers together and lock lips. "How could I?"
"How could I get tired of you, Maty?"
Mat hummed. He loved this little play, the little banter, the back and forth. He'd loved it since you first started dating, and he always would. He knew you loved him endlessly, but he played along. "I'm just a hockey player."
"No, you're my hockey player. My boyfriend. My pretty, pretty baby."
Mat settled back down between your legs with a warm smile. "Yeah, I am. So can I take these off now?" He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties. "C'mon, I know how much you love my tongue."
Your thighs squeezed around him at the words. “Fuck, please.”
“Anything for my baby.” 
You lifted your hips for him as he tugged the lacy fabric down your thighs with nimble fingers, stopping momentarily after they were off to just look at you. He let out a sigh, his eyes finding yours again with a soft look as you squirmed a bit beneath him- not because you were shy, no, you were long past that point in your relationship, but because you just needed him to do anything to you. Mat had spent the past two years helping you love and appreciate your body, and this, right here in this moment, was the perfect showcase of how much he helped- as he was gazing down at your naked body and the only thing you felt was just the absolute need and desire for his body to move against yours and his warmth to cover you up. No nerves. Only love, and need. 
“Shit, you’re gorgeous.” 
“I know.” 
The lack of hesitation in your reply had Mat bending over you and laughing. “That’s your response?”
“Yeah! I mean, you let me know. You make me feel so confident.”
“Mmhm, good, babygirl.” He scooted back down to lay his head against the soft, naked inside of your thigh gazing up at you through his eyelashes. “I always wanna make you feel good. Physically and mentally.” He turned to lay open-mouthed kisses against your thighs, and any thought of response you may have had dissolved completely as you leaned back and waited for him to do his magic. His hand reached up to cup your heat, just feeling you against his palm for a moment before swiping a long finger through your fold, smiling and raising his eyebrows at you. “Oh? Already so wet for me?” 
“Always, baby. You should know this by now.”
“Yeah?” He dipped his fingers at your opening teasingly and his head dipped down to connect his lips with your clit, kissing it gently and watching you squirm. “Ugh, I could fuck you right now if I was in a rush. But you know the foreplay is my favorite part.”
“I know. And you’re so good.” 
“Good.” 
He went silent then, his tongue wide and wet, licking a long stripe along your slick and gathering the wetness at your clit, giving it soft, kitten licks and wet kisses. He listened intently for every soft sigh that left your lips- music to his ears- and felt every tug on his hair when he flicked his tongue in small circles around that spot like he knew you loved. And the best part was that he knew. You didn’t understand how couples could get tired of each other after years. You didn’t understand how the excitement could flicker away or how they could get tired of each other’s bodies or minds. Never in your relationship with Mat have you felt as excited as now, two years in. The thought that he knew your body inside and out, maybe even better than you did, was just so overwhelming in the best possible way, and the longer you lay there, with Mat’s mouth on you, you couldn’t stop thinking that this is your man.   
Mat was lying flat against the long couch, his face between your thighs and his hands holding your legs open for him. His dark hair was a wild mess, and you could see the gentle movements of his lower back and ass and the back of his thighs illuminated golden in the lights, rolling lazily against the couch cushion- covered by a blanket, of course- to provide any friction for his sadly untouched cock. 
You hadn’t even noticed the noises dripping from your lips until Mat pulled back, and the lack of feeling his mouth against your core had you whining for him.
“Fuck, I’ll never get over you.” 
“Mmmmat.” You hummed his name, dragging out the “M” in the way you knew he loved.  
“Yeah, baby?” 
“Please keep touching me.” 
He sat up, between your thighs, knees digging into the couch, and his bare thighs and torso on display for you. You loved him, all of him, and all of his body. His legs, his abdomen, his chest, his arms… all of it was amazing. Perfect to look at and perfect to touch, to grab, to dig your nails into as he railed you. To ground yourself with. “Baby, you know I love eating you out. But I just gotta see you right now. And talk to you.” His big hand slid up the inside of your thigh, and your breath caught in your throat when he started rubbing soft, small circles against your clit. “So this position will have to do, okay? I promise I’ll spend all day before our flight eating your pussy.”
“I’ll remember that.” 
“I hope so. God, this fucking thing. Could eat it for days.” He pushed a single finger inside you, slow and steady, but enough to make you clench around him. His fingers were so much better than yours, just a little longer and a little thicker in a way that had you squirming for more. “So fucking tight and wet. So hot. I’m so lucky to have you.” His free hand left your hip, leaving nothing but cold, empty fingerprints on your skin, and rubbed against the bulge in his dark boxers. You could see how much he was aching, and you were determined to make it better. 
“Mat, c’mere.” 
“I’m knuckles deep in your pussy, babe, how much closer do you want me?” You laughed at him, rolling your hip down against said finger. How he could be so funny and sexy at the same time was beyond you.
“Lie down with me. I wanna touch you.” You held your arms out for him and scooted to the side, and he obliged quickly, lying on his side between you and the back of the couch and hooking your left leg over his right thigh. His hand dipped back down between your thighs, pressing into you before you could even catch your breath, feeling exhilarated at the much more intimate position. “Oh, fuck, Mat.” You reached out to him, willing and eager to reciprocate the feeling. He drew in a sharp breath at the way your hand rubbed over the thick bulge in his boxers, pulling the waistband down just enough to release him from his cotton prison.  
His cock jumped up against his lower belly, stiff and pink and needy for you and only you. Your hand, your mouth, and you could tell by the way Mat’s fingers paused inside you that he was anticipating the moment your fingers wrapped around his length. “Oh, that feels so good. Always does, baby.” And then, as you worked your hand against him, he pumped his long fingers inside you, bringing his other thumb to rub mercilessly at your clit. But still, even with the way he was fucking you on his hand, the most intense part of this moment was the way he held your gaze; the lust, the need, the twinkle of amusement in his hazel eyes at the sheer amazement that he got to do this with you; and the love- the pure, unadulterated love that soaked from his skin to yours, in every touch, in ever moment spent together, every kiss, and every time you laid together, bare and vulnerable, in the heat of passion, under the twinkling lights or in the dark, safe haven of your home to show each other how much you loved each other. His warm eyes glittered in the light, reflecting the gold and green and red lights from the Christmas tree that illuminated the room, and the city lights outside the window of your apartment lit up his body and highlighted every muscle. Your apartment, the one you own together, and the one you knew you were going to make countless memories in. His eyes glittered with love, with the question of “can you believe we still make each other feel so good?” and with the statement “I want to kiss you so bad right now”. Your hand pumped his length, pulling a soft moan from his lips, one that you had used to have to work so hard to hear. “I want to hear you, baby” You had used to say, practically begging him to let himself go as he bit his lip to hold back the moans. It had taken a bit of encouragement, but now he never held back with the sounds that left his pretty mouth. You lay there, vulnerable and exposed to each other, staring into each other’s eyes as with hands between each other's thighs, cheeks pink and hearts full of love as you helped each other climb to that climax. 
You broke eye contact first, laughing breathlessly and feeling your cheeks go hot under his gaze. Despite the lack of shame you felt in front of him, he could still get you so flustered and giggly. 
“What’s so funny, beautiful?” He asked between shaky breaths. 
“You’re so beautiful, Mat. Those moans are so pretty. I can’t believe it.”
“Yeah?” He smiled with another laugh. “I can feel how wet you are. It’s crazy.” He slipped the tip of a third finger into you, your hole aching and pulsing around them already. “Oh, fuck, I love your moans too.” And you could tell he did, as his hips jerked helplessly up into your hand. “Faster, baby.” 
“Only if you kiss me.” 
Without hesitation, he leaned over and his lips locked onto yours, needy and begging but oh, so willing to go slow and passionate. The hand that had been teasing your clit came up to grab at you face, squeezing a tit on the way up, and you reached a free hand out to tangle in his dark hair as you leaned in and continued to jerk him in your hand- up and down, and up and down, twisting around the head just like he liked. “I love you.” He whispered against your lips, breaking apart for only a moment to look down at you one more time in awe. “I love you so fucking much.” 
“I love you, Mat.” 
“Fuck, I love you.” His lips crashed back against yours again, his fingers plunging deeper inside you as he kissed his promise into your lips, the promise that he was there and he’d always be there. He was yours. And you were his. Simply that. The heel of his palm rubbed against your clit as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that wonderful spot and making fireworks twinkle behind your eyes. He groaned into your mouth as your hand curved over the head of his cock, palms getting slick with his pre-cum, and stroked back down to cup his balls gently. He let out a breathy laugh at the tender feeling. 
“Baby, look at me.” You cupped his cheeks between your hands and pulled him back when you began to feel your peak rising. He whined when your hand left his cock, aching and hard, and his fingers halted inside of you, cupping his palm against your heat.
“Oh, baby,” His eyes locked on you, making a show of how they were scanning up and down your body. “I’m looking.”
“I need you inside, right now.”
His bottom lip was sucked between his teeth and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the words. Even after so long, he still couldn’t handle hearing those words. His eyes fluttered shut. “Fuck, say less.” He rolled over you to sit upright on the couch, finally pushing his boxers all the way down his thighs and onto the floor. He gripped his cock in his hands and slid between your thighs, bending down over you to kiss your lips. “How do you want it?”
“Just like this.” Your hands fell to his hips and pulled him close. 
“Yeah?”
“Wanna see your face. Maybe it’s basic, but I love this position.”
“Yeah. It’s simple, but so intimate. I like it too.” He paused and leaned back for a moment, looking down at his sweatpants on the floor for something. “Shit, ugh, I don’t have a condom here, hold on-” 
“No, no, no.” Before Mat could run off to the bedside drawer, you grabbed his hands in yours, pulling him back to you. His eyes went soft and cautious for a few moments. 
“No? Babe, shouldn’t we…” 
“We’ve had conversations about this, right? About doing it without?” Mat nodded, a little smile beginning to pull on his lips. “I’m still on the pill, and I know I remembered to take all of them recently, so we’re still pretty safe, if you want.” 
“Fuck, I want.” He settled back down between your knees. “Are you sure?”
“A hundred percent.” 
“Alright.” Mat chuckled in boyish excitement. He reached a hand down between your bodies to adjust himself, nudging the blunt head of his cock against your clit and rubbing his pre-cum along your slit, lining up with your tight entrance and sending sparks through your body. “God, my God, I can’t wait to come inside you. Feel you around me completely. See my cum on you.” One last time, he bent his body down over yours, his weight warm and heavy, the metal of his chain cool between your chests, and pressed his mouth to yours, breathing in your warmth. One of your hands curled around his waist, slid to the small of his back, just like he always did to you, and the other cupped the back of his neck, fingers curling into the hairs and playing with the chain around his neck and pulling him in closer to your face. He broke away slightly with a sigh against your lips, his forehead bumping against yours and his nose nudging yours in a familiar gesture. He didn’t need to say the words anymore, because his quiet affections were ones that you’ve known for a long time. 
His question was loud and clear, and your answer was just as obvious. 
Mat brought a forearm down next to your head to steady himself, stroking the pad of his thumb against your warm cheek as his hips finally pushed against yours. Hands tightened their grips on each other’s bodies, sliding across hot skin slicked with sweat, and a euphony of moans mingled together in the air at the initial feeling of finally being connected in such a primal way again. His hips were flush against your own, and the weight of his thick cock inside of you was heavy and intoxicating; you could feel his tight abdomen expanding and contracting with every heavy breath and shudder through his body. He let out a long string of moans, his head dipping down to nibble at your throat, and fuck, did you know what he meant. You were connected, everywhere- heart, skin, and mind. “Fuck, oh my God, baby, hot as ever.” 
“Oh, Maty…” 
“I’m gonna give you so much love, beautiful.”
“Please.” 
The first withdrawal of his hips from yours was painstakingly slow, and all you wanted was for him to plunge back in again and again and again. And he intended to do that, in time. Mat loved to take his time, but it didn’t take him long to fulfill his promise, sliding back against you, his cock hard and aching inside your wet cunt. He found a steady, easy pace rolling his hips into yours, each stroke like electricity through your body, long and languid, taking his time to draw your pleasure out, taking the time to feel your body around him. His knee dug into the couch hard, steadying himself and getting more traction so he could pull closer to your body, snapping his hips against yours with slaps that had you both gasping for air. 
“Oh fuck…” 
“Feels so good, Mat.”
“You’re fucking amazing.” He let out another high-pitched whine and arched your leg over his hip. “More?”
“More, faster, please baby.” 
His hips slapped against yours with a groan, his big hands holding behind your knees and opening you wide for him. He leaned back to take a good look at you, at the scene in front of him, trying to take in every image he possibly could. Because these were the best moments. Not only the sex- god, but the sex was good- but just being together, being close, being intimate and so so close, yet only craving to become closer and closer. “God, you’re so hot, babe. So tight, so wet, all for me, right?” When you couldn’t answer, too overwhelmed with the way he was pounding against you, he took it as a sign to keep running his mouth. God, you loved to listen to him talk. “So wet, all for me. Getting all turned on over this big cock inside you, yeah?” You nodded your head enthusiastically, pulling his body closer to yours. He followed without hesitation, down and down until your bodies were glued together and he was just pushing against you, his hips driving yours into the couch cushions. “All fucked up for my cock, are you? Fucking beautiful.” 
“It’s so good, Maty, baby, so big, fills me up so good.”
“I love you. I love you, (Y/N).”
“Oh my God, Maty, I love you.” 
His mouth locked onto yours, sealing your lips together and swallowing your moans down. Dark locks of his hair shielded your face and tickled your cheeks, and as soon as he inched away to take a deep, shaky breath, your eyes opened up. He steadied himself on strong arms, framing your face, his veins prominent, and you curled a small hand as far around his thick bicep as you could, watching in awe as his head jerked back, throwing his long hair off his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut as he concentrated on pounding against your dripping cunt. 
Slowly, his body peeled back off of yours, away, away, and he brought himself up to his knees in front of you. You let your eyes roll slip the long length of his torso, decorated with glittering reflections of gold and red and green, shining off the sheen of his sweat, and you looked from his thick neck, covered in your love-bites, down his chest, down the hard muscles of his abdomen and tummy, and down the V of his hips to the small patch of prickles that rubbed against your clit with every thrust. His thighs were spread open with your legs wrapped ever so gently around his hips, and his cock was stilled, aching inside of you. He shifted around on the couch momentarily, readjusting his knees on the cushions. “Ya know, we’d be a lot more comfortable in our bed than out here.” 
“But it’s so pretty out here. All the pretty twinkly lights on you…” 
“On me?” He laughed, “Look at yourself, babe. I’m fucking lucky.” 
His big hands traced down your cheeks, squeezed down your chest, curled down the curve of your waist and hips, before finally wrapping around the backs of your thighs and pulling you closer, hoisting your legs up, up, and over his shoulders and spreading you wide open in front of him. 
“Ooh, Mat…” You giggled a bit as he easily positioned you in the way he wanted, smirking down at you wickedly and rubbing his thumbs up and down the wet slick of your pussy. 
“Gonna make you fuckin’ come, babe, my god… you want that?”
“Yeah, yeah, please, Maty.” 
“Just a little bit longer, ‘kay?” He rolled his hips against yours again, starting up that steady pace again. His hands held your thighs open, lifting your legs up the length of his torso and locking them over his shoulders, and he never failed to make you seem tiny compared to him. You watched, mesmerized, as his abdomen tensed and hardened and spasmed as he tried to keep himself under control. 
“Please.”
“Little… longer.” 
With one more low moan, your boyfriend bent closer to you, his chain dangling in your face tauntingly as he got back to pounding away at you, heavy balls slapping against your ass with every erratic movement, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier and his breaths getting deeper. He was so goddamn close to that edge. He could tell you were getting there, too. You’d been on the edge ever since he started pounding you, but now, you were only a few feather light touches away from falling over that edge. And Mat was ready for it, he could barely hold his own seems together, he could barely think about anything except how rock hard he was and how your tits were bouncing so perfectly in rhythm with his hips, the way your eyes were rolling back and the way his cock felt inside you, fully covered in your slick, both your lower halves sticky messes. He was ready to fall apart completely, and ready to help you reach your own. “You look so fucking good taking my dick like this, babygirl. It’s so big, isn’t it? But you just take it so good, yeah? My good, good girl with her perfect fucking pussy, taking that cock so well.” He reached his fingers down to roll his thumb lazily against your clit, ever so gently, but enough to make you fall apart. Your eyes rolled back as you gasped out for him. 
“Please, M- Maaaat…” 
“Oh, you- you want it, don’t you?” Mat’s words were getting shaky, his sentences choppy. He was so close, so close his mind couldn’t comprehend anything beyond just fucking letting go. “Want your boyfriend’s hot cum filling you up, just flooding that- ugh, that tight little cunt, yeah? My balls emptied inside you? You want that nut so bad, you’re so desperate for it, huh? Tell me, baby. Tell me how you want the love of your life to just… fucking f- flood your pussy.”
“I want it, Mat, I want you to cum, baby.” 
His thrusts became erratic, his hand leaving bruises on your thigh and his thumb absolutely torturing your swollen, sensitive clit. He was getting desperate, too. “Where? Where do you want my big fucking load?”
“Cum inside, fuck, fuck, please, Maty-”
“Ohh, gonna fucking nut inside you, babygirl-”  
“I’m gonna cuuuum, Mat…” 
“Ohhhh, fuuuuuck, oh, oh (Y/N)...!” Mat let out a long, strangled moan, his voice shaking and whiny and breathless in exasperation. His hips stuttered and his thighs trembled beneath him as he nearly collapsed onto you, absolutely flooding your aching, spasming hole with his cum. Your mind went fuzzy and white when you finally felt his stitches come loose, and he finally emptied all of himself- all his hot, gooey warmth- inside of your throbbing cunt. And flood, he did. It felt like the thick ropes of cum were never ending, filling you to the brim, until finally, he was done, his eyes squeezed shut and hair falling into his eyes above you.
Forming sentences would be a miracle at this point, but you reached up to curl a finger around Mat’s chain and yank him down to your face, ushering him to collapse against your body. And he did, eyes glancing open for a moment and lips locking with yours, always thankful to be able to fall onto you after a hard day, after absolutely spending himself. He groaned against your lips and buried his face against your neck, panting against your skin and kissing your neck and breathing in your scent as your hand found it’s rightful place at the back of his neck.  After a few moments of stillness, he reached down lazily and let his cock slip out of you, both of you whining and the loss of contact, and you felt a familiar wetness on your tummy as his cum dribbled down the head of his spent cock to fall on your warm skin. 
You were silent, panting for a few minutes, just letting your heartbeats steady back to normal and your heads to recover from the dizzying orgasms. Then, a breathless chuckle vibrated through Mat’s chest and into you. “Merry fucking Christmas to us, right?” 
“I think that was the hottest thing we’ve ever done, Mat.” Mat hummed in agreement, squeezing you between his arms. “Now you see why we couldn’t do this at your parent’s place?”
“I mean… what’s stopping us?” 
“Mat, I know for a fact you can’t keep quiet enough to fuck in your parent’s house.”
“Says the one who was just screaming my name.”
“As if you weren’t moaning mine just as loud.”
“Hmm.” Mat laughed again at the banter, the playful back and forth, and rolled to the side, his back to the back of the couch, and pulled you against his side. “How do you feel, anyway? About… me coming inside? Still feel good about it? Wasn’t too much?”
“No way. I really… really enjoyed that. Everything about that. A lot.” 
“Mm, that’s good. So did I.” 
“But… I kiiiiiinda feel like we should clean up. It’s starting to feel… sticky, like, everywhere. And not a good sticky.” 
“Yeah, how about we take a bath together? A nice warm bath in the lights of the pretty Christmas lights you love so much? How’s that sound?”
“Sounds like heaven, Mat.”
So Mat scooped you up in his arms, his own legs weak and shaky after an unbelievable orgasm, and he pressed kisses against your cheeks as he carried you through your brand new home, lit in the pretty pinks and gold of the Christmas lights, stopping before the bathroom door only momentarily to ponder on the beginning of the rest of his forever with you. This truly might be the beginning of the best years of his life. The beginning of an even more serious relationship with you. He felt your fingers playing with the chain that still hung around his neck, the one the guys teased him about the charm on the end, but the one he always wore for you, and he glanced down, his eyes warm and contemplative as he searched yours. This. This was eternal love.
“I love you, babe. Always.” His heart felt dipped in syrup when you smiled up at him with that soul melting look. Yep. You’re it for me.
“I love you, bubs. Always.”
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PERFECT ## oikawa tooru
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the air of perfection surrounding you makes him sick. you're worse than the geniuses he hates
. tw misogny, predatory behavior, smut, noncon/dubcon, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, fingering . wc 1.2k
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before his flight to argentina in a few months, oikawa made it a hobby to swing by his alma mater. 
iwa's too busy and he can't possibly bother his best friend when he's working so hard in college. so oikawa tooru goes alone. sometimes, he comes in early while the team's still there. maybe he'll even join matches for fun — coach irihata still has a soft spot for him, apparently. 
but most of the time he comes when the gym is empty; when there's an absence of the squeaking shoes and the ricocheting balls. it never fails to make his heart swell in nostalgia. ah, how he’ll miss this place terribly once he moves to argentina. 
something did change, though. 
oikawa wouldn't call it drastic but the first time he crashed their practice, he was all but pleasantly surprised to see the new aoba johsai manager. 
you were a pretty thing and the boys adore you a lot. you didn't look the type to apply as manager just to score an athlete boyfriend nor did you seem to have any other objective other than taking care of the team. oikawa can say as much because he could see how the new captain looks at you and the way you purposely try to keep things platonic. friendly. you don't let yahaba, or anyone in the team, go the extra mile for you.
and the fact that you can miraculously keep kyoutani in check is the cherry on top. while the said player is still rough around the edges, he learned how to listen to you and the last time kyoutani ever listened to anyone was months ago, when iwaizumi was still in the team. 
team morale is high when you're there to support them on the sidelines. in your white and turquoise tracksuit yet still managing to look attractive. yahaba's got quite the patience, if oikawa do say so himself. 
you were like some sort of goddess to them. it's sickening how dewy-eyed his ex-teammates would get whenever you smile and hand them their water bottles. it was too good to be true. you were too good to be true. there has got to be some sort of conspiracy behind this whole ordeal. 
"oikawa-san, i didn't think you'd be here at this hour."
he turns around at the sound of your voice. there you stood in casual clothes, hair tied up and face bare. with the harsh angles the moonlight created together with the poor lighting of the gym, you look normal. not an air of that perfection he’s always seen circulating around you. 
"how did you get in? only yahaba and i have the keys."
you saunter closer and it wasn't a wise move on your part. while you have aoba johsai as the same denominator, the alumnus was still practically a stranger. quick exchanges of acknowledgments aren't exactly sufficient to get to know someone. let alone be friends with. but you never once thought any of that. how naive.
he smiles as you finally stood next to him. you can't help the slight dread pool in your stomach at the sight of it. with his tall lean frame that can easily overpower you, the smile looked more ominous than friendly. 
"bold of you to assume i gave the keys back. why do you think shigeru had to duplicate them again for you?"
you didn't see it coming, the arm oikawa slings around your shoulders before pulling you flush against him. you would've lost your balance if you hadn't clutched the lapels of his coat. 
"can it be…" his plush lips graze the shell of your ear as he whispers. "our little secret, cutie?"
warning bells are going off in your head. it tells you to run and stay the fuck away from him but you did nothing of the sort, had only forced a polite smile and swiftly ducked around to get his arm off you. 
this is oikawa tooru we're talking about. 
yeah, you know he's quite the ladies man but you doubt he'd go... that far, especially if he knows the person's uncomfortable. not to mention, you're part of the volleyball team! you're managing his past team. surely, maybe, the familial bond extended to you too despite only joining their little family this year. you were just being paranoid. you were reading into it too much. 
"uhm, yes. of-of course."
oikawa does have to admit, seeing little miss perfect stutter and avert her eyes from him did wonders to his ego. well, now you don't look anything like the goddess his ex-team worships. you're not exuding the same level of confidence or reliability that you always carry yourself with. you look unsure of yourself. powerless in the face of real dominance. 
"why are you here?"
"i…" is it really wise for you to say why? "i forgot the team's record notebook in the girl's locker room. i need to pass a summary of it to coach tomorrow.”
oikawa smiles, eyes comically lighting up in excitement before slinging a heavy, oppressive arm around you again. "ooh, i'll come with!"
you walk with shoulders slightly folded in and the ex-captain likes you like this. all meek and submissive. he daresay you look prettier compliant and not like a self-entitled princess who thinks she shouldn't bother being romantically involved with an athlete. he still thinks you were bitchy and idiotic for friend zoning yahaba of all people. he thought you should be very thankful for getting noticed by his junior. 
but oh well, at least oikawa gets to have a go. 
to witness firsthand what the fuss about you is all about.
you wanted to shrug his arm away and he knows that but he won't do it. the fact that you're struggling to even speak up about it makes him smirk. see, now you know your place. as you should. sometimes, girls like you who get silly little ideas in their head should be reminded of where they truly stand in the food chain. oikawa is more than glad to be the one reminding you. 
you told him to wait outside while you sauntered into the girls' locker room and oikawa smiles that innocent smile before nodding. 
a prey really shouldn't have turned her back on a predator.
just as you picked up your blue notebook on the bench, the resounding lock of the door clicking shut sounded too loud in a closed-off space. "oikawa—'
"you know, i'd really appreciate if we drop formalities. i think screaming tooru while i fuck you sound way better. makes things more intimate, dontcha think?"
he was onto you before you even got the chance to turn around. the notebook you were holding drops to the ground as he grabs hold of your wrists, his leg swiping at your ankles to tackle you to the ground. he's quick. the floor is hard and cold when your back crashes into it. you wince, the shock of what's happening yet to register in your system. never before thinking that this sort of thing will happen to you.
oikawa isn't as cruel or disgusting as you think. you were both legal adults. he knows. after all, he was there when the team decided to throw you a surprise birthday party on your 18th. he was also there from around the corner, eavesdropping when yahaba pulled you aside and confessed his feelings to you and you had the fucking audacity to turn him down. 
he doesn't want to call this revenge, not when he'd still do it whether or not shigeru had confessed. 
you were from a different breed of people. worse than geniuses. you are so disgustingly perfect in every sense of the word that it's so fucking unfair. it fueled jealousy more severe than he ever felt from tobio or ushiwaka. 
because people aren't perfect. people aren't meant to be perfect. even oikawa himself is far from it so why should you be any different from him? you're nothing special. you're ordinary just like him. you don't deserve it. you're not even working hard enough like oikawa to fucking deserve it!
you were red in the face when he took a good look at your pinned form underneath him. your eyes are glossy but held fierce contempt as you meet his gaze, your lips sealed shut in a straight line. you were trying to hold yourself back from crying and it only fuels the fire of his anger. 
"what, think i'm not worth your tears?" he growls, a hand coming up to pull your hair. he sits atop you, his legs pinning yours down as he straddles your hips. "think you're so high and mighty that you won't cry for your oh so dependable oikawa-san?" he purposely makes his voice high-pitched like a girl, copying you spitefully. 
"that’s fine, i can give you a real reason to cry."
he rips your flimsy shorts off and ogles at your cute panties. pink with little bows? how innocent. 
his large hand covers your mouth, the heavy pressure keeping your head in place as his other hand cups your sex. the heat of his palms makes you squirm. already simulating the sensitive nerves and you poorly try shaking your head in denial. because no no no your body shouldn't be enjoying it!
"ou're a real piece of work, (name)-chan," he starts, voice conversation as he nudges your underwear aside, the flat of his thumb drawing lazy circles against your bare clit. "why pretend you don't like it? it's okay to accept pleasure from ordinary people like me. you're plain and average at best too, you know."
with both his hands occupied, you can freely try pushing him away but it's futile. he's too strong and your head is starting to ache with how hard he's pressing it against the floor. 
his blissful expression peeves you out entirely. he doesn't look regretful in the slightest. "you should really get off of that high horse, cutie. stop pushing me away. silly little girls like you belong like this, underneath a capable and powerful man to protect you."
you pant, the ministrations on your clit too good but you don't let it blind you. 
"fuck yo—"
but oikawa doesn't let you finish. he swoops in for a kiss, a hand holding your jaw firmly in place so you can't bite him. a particular hard nudge on your clit makes you gasp instinctively and his tongue invades your mouth. he's a good kisser. so damn skilled from all the girls he's kissed before you. maybe if circumstances had been different, you'd have butterflies in your stomach. 
"aw," he coos against your lips. "i see. little miss perfect wants me to fuck her? how cute."
you thrash and squirm, a pathetic sneer on your face as he holds you down with ease. all it takes is one firm hold against your shoulder as he nibbles on your neck, kissing and suckling at your skin until they turn purple and red. he placed them in positions he knows you can never cover even with the official aoba johsai uniform. why would you cover them anyway? you should wear his hickeys with confidence! it's the one evidence to show he even bothered himself with you so you should be grateful to him!
"let go of me, you jer—!"
"i don't think i'll suck on your tits today, cutie. no time. let's get to the fucking already then, yeah?" 
you absolutely hate his voice. it's the signature high-pitched and childlike tone partnered with that goofy smile of his. a facade he always wears when dealing with other people. a show he's mastered to an artform. he looks awfully unbothered by how wrong this is and it chills you to the bone. 
"oikawa-san—please—"
"i told you it's tooru!" he whines, pouting. "how many times do i have to tell you?"
panic seizes you when his ankles hook around your legs to force them open. he hears none of your pleas and shoves two long fingers up your pussy. there's a slight stinging feeling as he looks for that one spot that'll make you succumb, make you admit defeat. 
"if you want my dick inside this pussy you better call me by my given name or you won't cum, baby girl~" he says in a sing-song tone.
"who the fuck told you i wanted your—shit."
your toes curl and your back arches when his fingers grazed around a certain area. you didn't have time to feel betrayed by your body's reaction as the man on top of you chuckles condescendingly, angling his fingers so he hits the spot in every single thrust. "you like that, don't you? you like what my fingers are doing."
"no!"
"no?" oikawa repeats, measured. with a flick of his wrist, he has his thumb pressing firmly against the sensitive nerves of your puffy clit again and he watches you writhe, lose yourself to pleasure, moaning and whining so wantonly under him. "but cutie, i don't think that's what your body is telling me."
you cringe in disgust when his hot tongue laps at the falling tears in your eyes before whispering against your ear. breathy, and desperate, and ever so patronizing. you don't hear the zipper of his pants going down, nor did you realize he wasn't even bothering to hold you down anymore. good. that's a good start. baby steps, oikawa thinks. for someone who sat in a make-shift throne worshipped by hormonal teen athletes for so long, serving the one great king will be a huge reset for you. 
when he enters, it's a tight fit. of-fucking-course you're a virgin. always staying true to that little miss perfect reputation, huh? sweet and gorgeous but humble and demure. you probably had the same shitty old school belief of staying pure 'till marriage. it makes him harder, makes his length throb and ache with the desire to taint, to soil, to fuck you until that good girl image is stripped away and all you can think about in every waking moment of your useless life is your tooru's big fat cock. your pure lips only producing the most sinful of words to satiate his deepest desires—"fuck me hard, tooru!" "make me your whore, tooru!" "i want to feel all of you, tooru!" "i want your cock so bad, tooru! please please please!"
your longing cries of defeat, the lewd sound of skin slapping, oikawa's pornographic moans—it's a wicked symphony crafted by prodigies. "go on, cutie. cry for me. cry, and cry, and cry, 'til you don't have anything left inside you but your sorry tears and my cum!"
little miss perfect? no. you're his little cockwhore.
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One with DCL where you're a football player for Man U womens team and you've never met Dom but there's a few fan pages of you two and there's a new event called idk the Prem Get Together or something which is basically like the met gala where all the premier league footballers (men/women) dress up and go and they do something like prom king and queen type of thing and call it Prem King and Queen where they have a vote for best dressed and you're chosen Prem Queen while he's chosen Prem King and the footballers that know of the fan accounts that ship you two, all call it fate and what not and he asks you out at the end of the event.
This is a really odd one that I just came up with and I love it, I might just write something like this myself but I'd actually like to see how you go about it as well. But if you don't want to because I'm planning to write something along the lines too, then trust me I totally get it, no hard feelings :)))) Xx
I absolutely loved the idea, I am not that good with descriptions and this request perhaps needed it more than anything else. But absolutely can't wait to read yours too, tag me in it if you haven't already written it x
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Prem Get Together is the most anticipated event of the year, perhaps even more so than the weekly games. The excitement is in the air from the start of the week, everyone starts talking about it, wondering if the level of the year before will ever be topped or how the various players will perform. There are a lot of people within the football world who want to express themselves without being judged, and that event is the best opportunity. You personally can't wait, to see the reaction to your outfit or to hear the ideas behind other people's outfits or to laugh at some people's choices.
The red carpet is there for you, you walk proudly with your gaze high until you turn to the photographers and let them take as many pictures as they want. It's also their time not to hide behind bushes to get pictures of the footballer of the moment. You smile at everyone, stopping for a short interview, before entering the hall and starting to wander around to look at the competition. There were people who were certainly more excited than others, others who simply enjoyed having a different evening. And then there would be the proclamation of the king and queen of the event, whoever had thought of that event had made sure that everyone put a little effort into the competition.
"Oh my god you look fabulous!" you turn around smiling finding yourself in front of Tom Davies and Dominic Calvert-Lewin, the former has an excited look on his face and can't keep his eyes still studying every little detail of your outfit. It's a well-known fact that the two are passionate about fashion and this is reflected in their choice of clothes, which you can see they've put a lot of work into. Dom in particular strikes you, it may be simple but the simplicity strikes in an unexpected and unique way. You seem to have found who to vote for in the male audience.
"You guys are great too. It's almost a shame I can only vote for one of you two."
"Oh no vote Dom please, I just came for the art part"
"I can see that" you giggle bringing the glass in your hands to your lips. Tom sees one of their friends and drags Dom away unceremoniously, the boy turning quickly to give you a nod before disappearing into the crowd.
You approach a few of your teammates and together you gossip a bit about the boys, some of them not really applying themselves and some just wearing heavy makeup or dressing up like it was a simple Halloween party. But at least they tried.
Together you go to the voting booths and wait for the line to proceed so you can cast your vote. You never vote for yourself and you found a female costume that you liked, even if it belongs to a city player you make the cross next to her name. For the men's outfit you didn't have so many problems. Satisfied you go back to the common room where you enjoy the rest of the evening chatting and waiting for the proclamation.
The hosts of the evening are the king and queen of the previous year, who can change clothes for the award ceremony and in fact as they come on stage you notice that they have changed into their classic ceremonial clothes.
"Are you ready to find out the king and queen of Prem night?" the boy shouts and a round of applause and booing is heard loudly soon after.
"The wait is almost over, in this envelope we have the names of the winners"
"C'mooon!" shouts someone in the crowd raising a few laughs, you're nervous and you don't even know why. It's not like you're aiming for victory, you're already quite satisfied with the criticism you received for your outfit.
"Okay ladies first" the girl opens the envelope and nods finding herself clearly in agreement, "The Queen of the Prem is..." it feels like the last day of competitions where the games are all played at the same time and no one knows until the end. It's a strong, exciting feeling but you don't want to feel it on a daily basis.
Then you hear your name and a spotlight shines on you and the applause and whistles start up as you make your way incredulously towards the stage, with all those eyes on you and the crown and everything you feel a bit uncomfortable and you don't know what to say honestly but you try to act normal, thanking and waiting for the king to be proclaimed.
Shortly after you are joined on stage by Dominic and you find yourself agreeing with the popular choice, a wide smile greets him on stage from you. Even on his face there is some slight embarrassment as he tries to hold the crown balanced on the curly hair he has decided to keep natural for the evening and thanks his friend for representing the idea they had one night in the best possible way.
"Well our work here is done. We leave you with tonight's winners and next year's hosts, ladies and gentlemen the king and queen of the Prem!" you are immediately blinded by the flashes of reporters wanting as many pictures as possible of the two of you together and then alone and then together again.
"I voted for you" you murmur as they continue to take pictures, turning slightly towards Dom to see he's smiling at you.
"Me too" he murmurs, "I was so happy to see that you had won"
"Me too in sharing this with you" your friends don't miss a chance to congratulate you on your win and take a closer look at that crown, curious to see if it's cheap jewelry or what. Inevitably you walk away with your groups, but all it takes is for your gaze to briefly fall towards him to apologize to the girls to bring you closer to him again.
"Hey king, it's been a pleasure. I guess we'll see you again next year"
"Or we could start preparing as early as tonight" he says boldly, "maybe over coffee?" and you find yourself nodding accepting his offer, starting your journey that will take your complicity through the roof at the next edition of Prem Get Together.
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maira-writes-shit · 3 years
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Salt, saltier, Yahaba and Shirabu
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Haikyuu Yahaba Shigeru and Shirabu Kenjirou friendship
Fluff, mild angst, Yahashira childhood friends
Yahaba and Shirabu met when they were 8.Some may ask: How did that happen? Well this is the story:
Both of them had been dragged to a business dinner by their parents...
Shigeru’s parents were business people. That’s just what they were.Everything they did, they did it for business.
They got married for tax benefits and to combine their companies. Sure they did love each other but that wasn’t the main reason they got married.
They got children for image. They used them to seem closer to the „average family“, to try and seem more trust worthy and kind.
So that’s what he was here for.“And this is our son Shigeru.“,his mother said with a fake smile on her thin lips. She was talking to a small woman with copper hair. Something suddenly moved behind her legs and Yahaba tried to get a glance.
The woman took a step back and a boy with the same copper hair as the woman became visible.
He was a little bit shorter than Shigeru, had chocolate brown eyes and a pale complexion.
“Well this is Kenjirou!“, Shigeru’s mother put out her hand, she had to crouch down a little do to her wearing the heels that her son always wonder how she could even walk in, the boy -Kenjirou- took her hand and nodded to her.
The two women walked away chatting with equally fake smiles and cheerful voices, leaving their sons on their own.
The awkward silence between stretched out for multiple minutes until Kenjirou sighed.
“I’m Kenjirou Shirabu...“
“Well I know that.“, Shigeru whispered looking away.
“Hey jerk! I’m trying to talk to you!“ „Well you're not succeeding!“ „You’re talking to me, right?!“
Shigeru opened his mouth but shut it again.
He was right
The taller pouted.
“Why are you like this?“
“I’m trying to not fuck this up for my parents.“ at that Shigeru looked up at Kenjirou.
„What do you mean?“ „We just moved here and my dad says he needs friends under the other higher ups...“...“I’m Shigeru Yahaba. You’re the first other kid I’ve seen here.“
“Really?“ „Yeah. I only come along for the image.“„Well I guess we will probably have to cross paths a few more times so-“, Kenjirou extended a hand with a sly look on his face „-We should probably get along.“
Start
They were 11.
They had ended up on the same middle school.
Easy to say:The teachers both hated and loved them.
Both were smart and talented people and they knew it. And they abused it.
They didn’t pay attention in class and would always make snarky remarks only loud enough for each other to hear because they knew they could keep up.
Fun
They were 12.
“You know...I think I wanna join the volleyball club.“
Kenjirou looked up from his homework a bit startled.
“Huh?“ „I mean every time we play in gym class I just have so much fun and it makes me feel good! You know?“
Do I know? Yes I do know.
“I feel like I have the control yet at the same time I can play in a team!“
“I want to join too!“ „Really?!“ „Yeah! We can play together!“
Friendship
They were 14.
Sweat was dripping down Shigeru’s face.
24:23 for the other team...it seems useless...
The silver haired boy turns his face to his best friend.
I can’t do it. It’s too much.
Those thoughts wash away as soon as he sees him.
He was determined.
That’s what he admired the most about Kenjirou...he didn’t give up.
Shigeru was weak alone. All it took was a B on a test to send him spiraling but Kenjirou was always there.Kenjirou was his setter and Shigeru was his spiker.
They were feared for being able to know exactly what the other was thinking.
They were a threat.
Shigeru couldn’t do it on his own...but he wasn’t on his own.
Kenjirou was there and he was looking at Shigeru with that look of determination that always made him go though with all the shit they thought of.
They won.
Determination
They were 14.
This wasn’t normal.
He shouldn’t feel like this.
But he did.
Chikara Ennoshita.
The brown haired boy had been his and Shigeru’s friend since the start of middle school. He was smart, determined, kind and he was able to handle the combined salt level of both Shigeru and Kenjirou.
He had been his first real friend after Shigeru.
And now here he was...having a crush on him.
That’s all it was though: a crush. Still...he was a guy...This wasn’t right.
“Kenjirou? You ok?“
The copper haired boy jumped a bit at his best friends voice. He looked up and-“Shigeru I think im gay-“
Why did I say that? I never planned on telling anyone! Let alone Shigeru...what will he think of me now-?
“Same.“
“Wait what?“
“Well I’m not completely gay- I do also like girls...so bi? Maybe even pan or something...I don’t know yet.“
„Wait you aren’t surprised?“ „Shirababe...nothing about you staring at Chikas ass is subtle. Turn the horny down child!“ „I AM OLDER THAN YOU!“
“NO YOURE NOT! WELL AT LEAST NOT MENTALLY!“, Shigeru threw a pillow into Kenjirou‘s face.
The shorter got hit right in the face and let out a dramatic gasp while throwing the pillow right back.
“STOP WITH YOUR MENTAL SHIT, ASSHOLE!“
Acceptance
They were almost 16.
“Wait what?“
“I said I’m going to apply for Shiratorizawa.“
“But-we said we would got to Seijoh together!“
“Well there is still the possibility of me failing the exam because we both know I won’t get a sports scholarship.“
“Oh who are you kidding!? You are going to pass that exam with flying colors!“
“Well thank you.“
„KENJIROU YOU PROMISED!“
“I WAS LIKE 13!“
“YOU SAID- You said you won’t leave me alone...“
“Oh boo hoo! Little baby Yahaba can’t take being alone!“
Yahaba? He had never called me that...
“Well that may have to do with the fact that you always need to show me that your better than me in everything, Shirabu!“They stared each other down.
Sure they had had fights over the years but nothing quite like this.
There was so much to lose.
But also so much to gain.
I can’t do it. It’s too much.
Shigeru walked away.
Fear
They were 16.
Kenjirou had made it to Shiratorizawa.
He looked down at his test results with a grain of salt though.
He had passed with flying colors...just like he had said...
They hadn’t talked since their fight. They had graduated without a word to each other and now they were separated.
Shigeru got his test scores back some time ago, he would go to Seijoh after summer break.
Ennoshita would go to a different school as well.
Kenjirou‘s Heart hurt a bit at That thought as well. Not only was Chikara his only other real friend but Kenjirou also still had his stupid crush on him.
Kenjirou Shirabu was sitting in his room alone.
He was alone.
He had forgotten what that felt like.
Ever since that faithful day 8 years ago Shigeru- no Yahaba- had always been there somehow. Kenjirou had always seen him or texted him in some way and even when they were fighting he would always have Chikara to talk to.
But now both of them were gone.
Empty
They were 16.
Everything reminded them that the other wasn’t there.
It hurt.It hurt worse than when Yahaba got rejected by the girl he liked.
It hurt worse than Shirabu being beaten in his favorite subject.
It hurt more than the punches exchanged when they fought over something so seemingly little now that they forgot what it was.
How do you feel after the person you spent half your life with leaves?
Broken
Lost
Alone
They were 16.
„Yaha-Chan we Are playing a practice match today and I want to put you in.“
The dyed brown haired teen turned around a bit startled.
“But Oikawa-san I’m not even that good! I just started really playing this position! I can’t possibly-“ „Trust yourself more Yaha-chan!“
Yeah as if that’s so easy...Kenjirou was my setter and I was his spiker...I honestly just wanted to try this position but-
“I can see you overthinking Yaha-chan!“, Shigeru’s senpai snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts.
„You are a great setter Yahaba. Don’t forget that.“
The younger looked up from the ground.Instead of the usual sing songy voice of Oikawa those words were said with a kind yet very stern voice.
He cracked a little smile.
Change
They were 16.
Winning.
That was what he did all of this for.
Winning.
So this was being part of a real team, huh?
He only stood on the court for a few minutes but here he was...screaming, laughing and hugging his teammates.
The last time I was this happy I was with Shigeru-
The copper haired boy turned around to the other side of the net.
There he was.
Yahaba Shigeru was crouching over a third year crying on the floor.He went around giving everyone water bottles.
He hadn’t played.
He had sat on the bench observing and filling up water bottles.
Anger rose in Kenjirou. How could they not let him play? There was definitely more than one of the third year spikers that was way worse than Shigeru!
Why won’t they let him play?
Or did he choose to not play?
Did they think they could win against Shiratorizawa and then use him as a secret weapon?
What was up with him?
He was slapped on the back by his senpai, their setter Semi Eita.
One eye contact was all Semi need to check up on him...
One eye contact and he could feel himself falling.
He wanted to tell Shigeru.
Longing
They were 16.
Loss.
That was the worst part about this.
Losing.Shigeru was on his bed looking up at the ceiling, like he and Kenjirou used to do when they told story’s till 2am.
His phone pinged.
Bangsie:
“Heh“, Shigeru smiled. He had forgotten to reset the nickname.
What does he want though? Rub his win under my nose? Tell me how much better than me he is again?
He picked up his phone anyways.
Bangsie: Shigeru we need to talk...same place
Same place.
Shigeru knew what he meant by that.
When his older brother was younger their parents had bought him a little treehouse at the outskirts of the woods not far from the Shirabu residents.
They would go there when Shigeru‘s little brother was being noisy, they wanted to get away or they just didn’t feel safe enough at home.
The Fake brunette sighed and put on his shoes.
Fixing
They were 16.
He came.
They sat in silence.
Until The copper haired boy broke the silence: „I’m sorry.“
„I know I made a promise and I knew what it meant to you but-“„No no I get it! Shiratorizawa fits your needs as a person and for your future more...I was being selfish.“
“But you had all right to be! Your brother left you behind and he was the only one there for you, I did the same!“
“Don’t fucking blame yourself for my problems!“
They stared at each other down for a good minute until they broke and they ended up hugging and crying.
The next hours were spent catching up.
Shigeru learned about Kenjirou’s crush on his upperclassman Semi.
Kenjirou learned about a guy named Kyoutani that absolutely drove Shigeru crazy and now even quit.
He also learned that Shigeru had switched to being a setter.
The night ended like many nights in the treehouse ended: with them curled up in blankets falling asleep on each other.
Home
They were 17.
I need to get better. I need to work harder. I can’t stop-
„Yahaba!“
The ball dropped on the other side of the court and he turned around to see his spiky haired senpai Iwaizumi.
“You are overworking yourself, Yahaba...“ „Oh I’m sorry I didn’t-“ „Oh no you know exactly what you’re doing! I already have one of you dumbasses!“, he looked at Oikawa, standing in the door talking to a few fan girls.
“Don’t freak out too much, ok?“, he sounded concerned...
“I’ll try, Iwaizumi-san!“
Shigeru hurried out of the locker room.
He was late to his and Kenjirou’s weekly movie night!
While he was mentally crossing all the things in his bag off a list as to not forget what to bring the boy ran into someone...and crashed to the ground.
“Hey watch were your going!“ the guy he bumped into only gave a little growl as answer.Kyoutani.
Of course it was Kyoutani.
“You’re good...“ came a little murmur from besides him where Kyoutani had apparently set off into the same way as him home.
Shigeru raised an eyebrow.
“You’re a good Player...“ Shigeru shoot around at that.
“Wh-what? You t-think I’m a g-good player?“
“I mean yeah...“Shigeru could feel a flush creep up his cheeks.
Wait what? Im supposed to hate him! He quit the team! But...
Diffrents
They were 17.
“This arm has to be a bit higher.“
Kenjirou was maybe having a so called gay panic.
Semi was too close. He was also correcting his form and touching him in all these places- Kenjirou couldn’t do this.
He threw the ball into the air, jumped and smashed that ball to the ground.
“Not so bad-Not so bad! But there is still some things you need to work on.“
“Well I wanna see you do a jump serve.“, he whispered.“As you wish, Shirabu my highness.“ The older said with a little bow before he got up to serve.
Kenjirou refuses to admit that his heart danced a little cha cha cha when Semi said his name.
The ash blond threw the ball up into the air, the perfect hight, he took two large steps and leaped into the air and finally his hand made contact with he ball and hit the ground with a beautiful thudh.
Kenjirou stood in awe for a few minutes before he excused himself to the bathroom.
Beauty
They were 17.
The ball dropped.
They lost.
Again.
Shiritorizawa won.
Again.
Again
They were 17.
They were sitting in the treehouse again.
„You guys played really well you know...“The copper haired boy looked over at his best friend and found the tear rolling down his face.
Neither one of them have ever been good at putting their feelings into words so all Kenjirou did was hold him.
Hold him while he crys.
Emotions
They were 17.
Karasuno.
Every point was a battle for power.
Yahaba got to play again...
He got to feel the ball in his hands again...
He made points!
He let the ball drop...This was his fault.
He thought he could be better, he thought he could finally face off against Kenjirou but no.
He was still weak.That’s all he was.
Weak
They were 17.
“This will be our first practice match with you as captain Shirabu.“, Kenjirou’s Coach looked at him. „You can do it.“
The new captain smiled and walked behind his team again.
“Hello and welcome at Seijoh!“ a familiar voice said. Kenjirou smiled.
“It’s a pleasure to win agains you.“
“Hahaha win? Yeah sure! We will stomp you to dust, Shirabu.“
“Game on, Yahaba.“
“Well what do we have here?, a singsongy voice said from behind Shigeru.
Oikawa Tooru
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moonlitberrry · 3 years
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➀ ᴀ/ɴ: based from what wonho wore last halloween i'll be following in pursuit of this school themed au where he's a football player and you're his best friend off the same year and i won't disclose that you're a nerd in this but be whoever you want. kinda christmas theme actually
➁ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: football player! lee hoseok/wonho x reader
➂ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff, school au
➃ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: none
once the football team opened vacant spots for new comers that's where wonho popped in
he trained a whole lot for this to join the football team and that include:
working out and staying fit
he plays as their new tight end offensive line
you wouldn't worry much about his well-being since he never skips meals or anything just like a couple of people who would prefer protein bars and drinks instead of other food
he uses that but also eats
he healthy boy
always attends practices and would never skip a single one unless there's an emergency
have grown popular in the football team quickly after one game
he was really nervous in playing in their first game like,
he can't focus and kept jumping like a lil bunny all around, trying to convince himself
"i can do this, i can do this."
"of course you can, hoseok!"
he felt so relieved that you’re always there with him. you’ve always been there with him ever since childhood
the both of you are friends since grade school and have always hanged out in each other’s homes. whenever wonho’s parents were out he always stay in around yours
as usual some people and a few of your friends thought that the both of you were a couple because of how close you are with him
you refused 
you weren’t in a denial but you just saw him as one of your family members, like a brother and everyone respected that
no one from your classes ever decided to push you about your relationship with wonho and you were glad they stopped because it gets annoying when they do
so, you’re comforting wonho and his anxiousness over playing in the field
at first you’re not allowed inside the locker room of the football players until a few of wonho’s teammates, the captain, let you in
you almost resulted to kicking one of them until they let you in but decided against detention than anything else
wonho would flip and ask you how you end up there
once you were by wonho’s side you comforted him and pat his back, telling him you’ll be cheering him on 
he keeps asking questions regarding his worries
“what if i mess up?”
“this is my first game, omg omg. this is my first!”
“oh hoseok, you won’t mess up. you’ve been practicing this all week. kill that game!”
because of your encouragements, it made him more pumped up into playing on the field
his teammates found it impossible to bring his mood up, but somehow you’re able to cheer him up for every crisis he receives
from that day on, wonho’s teammates allow you inside the locker room every time wonho becomes nervous 
ever since wonho’s first game his popularity grew
he became busy over the following years that the both of you hardly even talked to each other
you proposed on talking every night but he’s always tired after practice or hanging out with the guys
he promises to hang out with you, which resulted to movie nights every month 
the both of you scheduled on every friday night of the week but wonho kept canceling your plans with him
he’s very guilty about it
he wants to spend time with you everyday like before, but the both of you grew busy over your academics and school curricular activities 
expect random texts from your boi
to: [ your caller I.D ]
from: hoho
hey! have a great day, don't forget to eat your breakfast. i got you a pancake bunny :D see you then!
when you got downstairs you found oddly shaped pancakes but it cutely formed into a bunny
with whip cream as the tail
because he's whipped for you, get it? :'D ahAHa i need to stop laughing at my own jokes
a cute lil bunny just like him
you never cared how different it looked like, it honestly looks unique and cute making you snap a photo of it and save it for keep sakes
almost everyday whenever he had the time he would always leave little small texts to you which you happily see at any given time of the day
and you text him back the same kind of affection and his heart goes CRAZY
you don't know that yet because the both of you hardly see each other but when he looks at you he has heart eyes
that whipped that you aren't aware of but anyway
you wish you could see him in person somehow
i mean, you do see him in school but he's usually busy with practice so you weren't sure
he also found a new group of friends recently that are not much of your status level
they all seem nice but you're not exactly sure on how to talk to wonho's new friends
somehow you find his name being off and across the campus of how a lot of people thought he was cool and how much a couple of them had a crush on him too
you aren't lying, you also find wonho that way
except for the crush
there is no way you would be crushing on your best friend, that would be awkward to handle
but you did
and you didn't know how to handle it
but one night
FINALLY
you get to hang out with him again after so long and it made the both of you relieved
thanking it all to your holidays break! (happy holidays! :D)
wonho made you pick out the movie for the both of you to watch while he chose the food
ever since then
he NEVER changed
well except for the fact of being really obvious of how much he likes you
would sometimes consult a couple of his friends on how to talk to you about it
and or ask you out
because
i mean he has asked someone out before and you were aware of it until he broke up with them around some year ago
so yes, boi is nervous
what else didn't change from him?
oh yeah, ramen
expect two bowls of ramen that he prepared for the both of you to have
"i. really. love. ramen. owki?"
"aww, more than you love me? ;("
"... but i do love you."
you laughed it off and decided to eat but he was serious though
it made you stop and stare at him like,
wait wait wait
you love who?
"i love you, (y/n)... i really do."
ok so you actually thought he liked someone else and not you
he has a bunch of admirers recently that you can't count how much because THEY'RE A LOT
and wonho is hot so
oh wow look im rhyming
you can't blame them for it but i guess you stole his bunny heart already
for a very long time really
"i actually thought you liked someone else."
"you might think that way but you never failed to cross my mind ever since we were busy. i like talking to you and ever since we were separated like that it made me miss you a whole lot, you know?"
and here you are, gradually melting
honestly, the both of you don't know what to do next but one of you should speak
"i'm so thankful to have this time with you again. so, will you spend it now with your best friend?"
"oh hoseok, not best friend."
"iM nOt yOur fRienD aNymOre??? D:"
"no, but my boyfriend, silly"
"oHhhhh"
this made you laugh at how cute he is
"well in that case ;)"
of course, made the move to kiss you first right on your break with him
had the need to initiate it right when the both of you confessed
"time to watch some sweet holidays flicks to start the day with my favorite person"
"oh, absolutely"
that's not your last kiss though
kisses you a lot lot ever since then
also made a make shift headband where a mistletoe hung
only wears it when the both of you are alone and he can have his sweet time of kissing you,,, under the mistletoe
he just wants your affection, owki?
he just wants all of your loveeee
but wow though, your friends cheering you both for finally getting into a relationship
they thought it was so obvious
that the both of you would like each other at some point
and you guys did ♡
so this is not over guys, i got a little more info as football player wonho aight?
you always come to his games of course and he always asks for a kiss before a game starts
its to boost up his energy and you're just,
"don't you have a lot energy already?"
"pllleeaaaassseee"
he won't stop whining about it
honestly just wants your kisses and your love
and so it became a habit of you kissing him before a game starts
when he looses you give extra affection
when he wins he will take you out somewhere or just host up a lazy date at your place
he always ask for a hug or a kiss every after practice
"babe, i'm home! now how about a-."
"i'll give you a kiss after you shower-."
always sweaty after practice, the sweat of hard work
you only give him a peck on the cheek after he's done with practice but no cuddle until he showers
you would always help him catch up whenever he misses a class or two because of practices where a big game is on
boy lacks a bit of sleep so yes
always remind him to pack extra food and water just in case
sometimes you would do it because he forgets
am i done now? yes yes i am finally done.
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cherryblossomstars · 4 years
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II. Navy (W. Ushijima)
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Taken from my AO3 series of one-shots & reposted here
Pairing: Ushijima x F!Reader
Word count: 1,446
Genre: Fluff, birthday fic
Summary: Aoba Johsai's volleyball team has never been able to defeat the Great Ushiwaka of Shiratorizawa. Their manager, however? She can bring him to his knees in mere seconds.
Or, Ushijima Wakatoshi is helplessly in love with Seijoh's Ace's twin sister, and the Aoba Johsai VBC is not appreciative of it.
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It's no secret that Ushijima Wakatoshi is a baby when it comes to matters of love or any emotion that comes with showing affection. His movements on the court are lithe, careful, and precise. Mistakes rarely happen when he's playing his beloved sport, and errors will almost certainly never happen if he's at his peak concentration- then he's at a completely different and untouchable level. He has a degree of grace and beauty on the court that a professional figure skater would be jealous of (not to mention his incredible stamina).
And yet, when it comes to you, he may as well be an infant struggling to walk. It's messy, he's not sure what he's doing, and sometimes he gets hurt trying to figure it out. He knows you, that much he's sure about. You've both known each other for years now. So why, why is it so hard to figure out something to do for you on your birthday?
Around the holidays and on his birthday, he would always tell you not to get him something. He's not a big fan of presents. If he needed something, he'd simply ask his family and then in 1-2 business days, bam. The item in question would be at his front door. And yet, every time, you've still found a way to give him something meaningful.
In the three years he's known you, you've given him a scrapbook, a jar of reasons you love him, and, his most favorite gift of all, a volleyball with everyone's signatures on it. Not just his team's, but other teams as well. People from the Fukurodani, Johzenji, Nekoma, Itachiyama, hell, even Karasuno and Aoba Johsai. You'd somehow managed to coerce Oikawa into signing it. When he'd asked about Oikawa, you'd simply shrug and say "he owed me one". He decided not to press any further. While some people opted to simply write their name on the ball, others wrote little messages too. Iwaizumi Hajime had written a simple happy birthday, while Tendou had to be stopped by you from practically taking up the entire damn ball, a story told to him by his teammates later on. He even cracked a small chuckle imagining your small figure trying to restrain Tendou Satori of all people. He also learned that Oikawa likes to sign his name with a star next to his signature. Ushijima thought it was tacky, but it fit his personality well. Every year you didn't have a physical present for him, you'd take him out on a date or give him one of your homemade bentos.
He was not a fan of presents, but he's certainly grown to look forward to receiving yours.
Yet, every year, he struggles to figure out what to get you. In the past years, he'd given you something simple, but nice or something you just happened to need at the time. One year it was a phone, since Oikawa had accidentally broken yours that year. Ushijima had to visit Oikawa himself and convince him not to buy you a new phone, since Ushijima would be the one handling it. After some debate, Oikawa finally gave in. Another year he'd gotten you a simple silver band, one that you keep on your index finger. He rarely sees you go out without it on, something he's found very pleasing. It brings a sense of satisfaction to his mind when he sees it on you.
Perhaps it was the weather, he rationalized, that was getting in the way of his ideas. Or maybe it was the fact that he had another practice match coming up soon, so he was also coming up with game plans in the back of his mind. He needed to focus. Ushijima was normally ahead of things when it came to plans with you, but he's been so busy with volleyball these past few weeks that he hasn't been able to buy you your gift yet. And now it was six in the evening on a Friday, and he still wasn't sure what to get you for your birthday tomorrow.
He grumbled under his breath, he'd just have to swallow his pride and ask for help. He took out his phone and called the first person he could think of- Tendou. You two were good friends, after all.
"Helloooo? What's up Wakatoshi?" Tendou sang.
"[Name]." He said.
"You're gonna have to give me more context than that." His friend pointed out.
"We're celebrating her birthday tomorrow and I'm unsure of what to get her."
"Something sweet. She's got a pretty awful sweet tooth after all."
"I want something she can keep. Something that will last."
"Oh wow. What a doting boyfriend. Hmm... Well I don't think she needs anything right now... Oh! Why don't you just give that ace from Seijoh a call?"
"...I do not have his number."
"I'll text it to you. Later." And with that, the line went dead.
Damn. He had to ignore his pride just to call Tendou, but Iwaizumi? That was a different level. He'd do it, though, because it's for you.
Ding!
Tendou: It's +81-XXX-XXXX-XXX
Tendou: good luck~ (*´ I `)ノ゚(ノД`゚)゚。
Ushijima: Thank you.
Should he call or text? Maybe texting would be the better option. You never answered any unknown numbers, who's to say your twin wasn't the same way? He gave your brother a contact before sending a text.
Ushijima: Hello, Iwaizumi. It's Ushijima. Do you have any good gift ideas for [Name]?
Iwaizumi: dude how'd you get my number?
Ushijima: Tendou had it.
Iwaizumi: cool. follow up question: why does he have it?
Iwaizumi: nevermind. not sure I wanna know.
Ushijima couldn't help but think about how you and your brother text the same way.
Iwaizumi: dunno. she likes meaningful gifts i guess. maybe an album? or a scr:"//ad39E
He furrowed his brows in confusion. A what?
Iwaizumi: sorry. oikawa made a grab for my phone. i was gonna say maybe a scrapbook.
Ushijima: I don't know how to make those.
Iwaizumi: painting?
Ushijima: I am bad at art. What are other people getting her?
Iwaizumi: im getting her a new video game for her switch. oikawa's getting her concert tickets to that band she likes so much. yahaba and kyoutani pooled their money together and got her a bunch of new clothes. kunimi's giving her $20. the rest of team pooled their money together and got her a new tablet. i know the players from fukurodani, karasuno, johzenji, nekoma, itachiyama, and inarizaki got her stuff but i dont know what.
Iwaizumi: wait actually those twins from inarizaki got her a stuffed animal and a box of cookies from a bakery she likes
Yahaba and Kyoutani got her clothes... A lightbulb lights up in his mind.
Ushijima: Thank you. I know what to give her.
Iwaizumi: yea no problem
Ushijima went to the shopping district for no reason, then. He went back to his dorm, stepping inside and immediately opening his closet.
"Figured something out?" Tendou greeted from his bunk.
"Yes." He responded, taking one of his sweaters off from a hanger and holding it out in front of him.
Tendou raises his eyebrows in shock, "she's gonna be swimming in that."
"Yes, but she likes to take my volleyball jacket all the time. She says it smells like me, so I may as well give her this one since she can't keep the volleyball jacket." Ushijima holds in front of him a large maroon sweater with the word Shiratorizawa printed in white on it. It was bought to fit him and all his 189 centimeter glory.
"She'll love it."
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"Why are you giving this back to me? I gave it to you." Ushijima tilts his head slightly.
You stood in front of him holding out the sweater he had given you for your birthday a few weeks ago, neatly folded in your hands. You felt your face grow hot in embarrassment. "It... Doesn't smell like you anymore. There's no point if it doesn't feel like I'm close to you."
He's quiet for a moment before taking the sweater from your hands. "So you are returning it?"
You can't look at him in the eye, "for now. I want it back, of course. Just... wash it or something with whatever laundry soap you use and give it back so it smells like you."
He smiles softly at you and presses a light kiss to your forehead. He doesn't look like someone who could be soft. His sheer strength on the court and his powerful spikes on the court can attest to that, but he can't help it when it came to you.
"I love you."
Fin.
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liliplayschoices · 4 years
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Teammates
So, this is a My Two First Loves ficlet but it's not about Noah and MC, it's about Noah and Mason bonding! Basically, MC finds out about what landed Noah in juvie, and drama ensues.
Tagging @averysheart-raleighsdick​
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Noah finishes to put on his jersey and waits for all of his other teammates to leave the locker room.
He stares at himself in the mirror, and tries to steady his hands on the edge of the sink. He doesn't know if he's ready for this, for the game that could determine the rest of his life. He saw the recruiters in the crowd before, and it finally hit him. Today could be the day that changes his future, the true new beginning he's looking for after everything that's happened.
He takes a last deep breath and then he's out in the corridor, and headed outside.
That's when he sees her, leaning against the wall close to the entrance, looking outside at the field. He can't stop a smile from spreading on his lips at the sight of her. She's not wearing her cheer uniform, but she wasn't supposed to be here at all, so he's just happy to see her.
She hasn't seen him yet, so he gently lays a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey."
She jumps a little and turns slightly, giving him a small smile before turning towards the field again. And maybe if he wasn't so stressed about the game, he would have realized right away that something is wrong.
Instead, he lets his hand slide along her arm and wraps his arms around her waist.
"Your dad decided to let you come today?"
"Something like that."
He wonders if she snuck out to see him, but he pushes the thought aside, not wanting to let his hopes up. So he just moves closer.
"I'm glad you're here," he says in her ear before leaving a kiss against her neck. 
She relaxes for a second before moving away, and she turns to face him, crossing her arms on her chest, looking at a point on the wall, clearly avoiding his gaze.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"I didn't think I'd see you before the game. I don't want to mess with your concentration or anything."
"What do you mean?" She's starting to scare him now, and he's fairly sure he won't be able to concentrate on anything until he knows.
She seems to realize it too, because she takes a deep breath and finally meets his eyes.
"I know what landed you in juvie. All of it."
Her words are like a blade that runs directly through his heart. He stops breathing for a second, taking in her furrowed brow and crossed arms, the hurt on her face, the way she seems more uncomfortable than ever. And he wants to take her in his arms to make her feel better, except he knows he's the reason why she needs comforting.
"How?" Is the entirety of his answer, and now she goes from looking upset to looking angry.
"How I know is not the point here, Noah! Why didn't you tell me?"
He doesn't have a good reason. He didn't tell her because he has feelings for her, and he didn't want her to leave him when she's the one person he feels happy and comfortable with. He doesn't have a reason that isn't selfish.
She shakes her head at his lack of answer, and he can feel her slipping away with every second he doesn't say anything. But he seems unable to form a coherent thought.
"Listen," she says, and takes a step towards him to lay a hand on his arm. "I didn't want to see you before the game, you need to do well today. Focus on that, okay? I know you're gonna do great."
He's grateful for her words, for the reassurance that she still cares about him on some level. But he can't ignore the hurt in her eyes.
"What about us?" He asks before he can stop himself, and she moves away again.
"I don't know, Noah. I need some time to think, because right now, I… I don't even know if I can trust you anymore."
And with one last look, she's gone and walking towards the bleachers, and he's left alone to mull over her words.
***
How he makes his way to the bench, he's not really sure. All he knows is that the game is starting in less than five minutes and yet he can't seem to focus on anything.
Someone sits down next to him, and he can't stop himself from rolling his eyes.
"Not now, Jennings."
Mason chuckles but doesn't move away.
"What did she say to you?"
That makes him look up, finding Mason looking towards the bleachers. He doesn't need to ask him who he's talking about.
"How do you know?"
"Well, you were determined to do your best back in the locker room. Then you stayed behind, Ana Lucia and you had a not-so-discreet talk over there, and now you look miserable. So what did she say?"
He hesitates to answer, but he's so desperate to talk to someone about it that even talking to Mason looks like a good idea right about now.
So he takes a deep breath and says:
"She found out about why I went to juvie. I don't know how, but she knows, and now she wants nothing to do with me."
He feels Mason stiffen beside him, but he doesn't really care right now.
"She actually said that?"
"No. But she said she couldn't trust me anymore so that's the same damn thing."
Mason doesn't say anything for a while, and Noah starts to regret saying anything, when he finally answers.
"I wouldn't read too much into this, man. Ana Lucia can be… a little dramatic with the way she expresses herself sometimes, but she doesn't always mean what she says."
"You think?"
"Oh yeah. You know, when we were nine we got into this huge fight over some cartoon we were watching back at her house. She got so mad at me that she stormed out of the room and said she wouldn't want to see me again ever. About ten minutes later, she came to look for me because she had found a bee on her porch."
He can't stop a chuckle at the image of nine year old Ana Lucia storming out of her own house over a cartoon.
"Yeah that sounds like her."
Mason laughs a little too before continuing.
"All I'm saying is, she's gonna need some time to think things over, but what she told you now doesn't necessarily mean she really feels that way. Give her some time."
He's still not convinced, and Mason sighs.
"Listen I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's true. I see the way she looks at you, and I can guarantee you that those feelings aren't going to go away that easily. Maybe they'll need some mending, and you're gonna have to work for it. You can start by actually telling her your version of the story, for instance."
"I know. I should have done that from the start."
"Yep."
They stay silent for a while, until the coach calls them as the match is about to start. They both get up, and Mason turns to him one last time.
"Now get her out of your head, and let's go win this game."
Noah nods, and as they head out on the field, he's thinking maybe Mason and him can be friends after all. 
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schwizzle-schwartz · 4 years
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You're Special - Colton Parayko/Joel Edmundson
Story Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25174558 Notes: Female Colton Parayko, Female Jaden Schwartz and Robert Thomas (mntioned), Women in the NHL Summery: After a day of knowing her, he knew three things were absolutely true:
1. She was a fucking good hockey player and he never wanted to get hit by her slapshot (seriously, Binner had actually had to take a minute after he blocked it for the first time).
2. She was fucking gorgeous. Like Disney princess level (he had a crush on Cinderella when he was little, shut up, Binner).
And 3. She was out of his fucking league. Like, they weren’t even in the same arena. Story Notes: Inspired by a quote from Gilmore Girls
Joel remembers the first time he saw Colton Parayko. And he remembers being speechless (and probably not breathing) for a good minute before Binner jabbed him with his elbow and rolled his eyes. And, if he thought she was gorgeous off the ice, he was not prepared for her on ice. And he suddenly felt like he was back to being a kid and dealing with his first crush. He doesn’t think he managed a complete, coherent sentence for a good two days.
After a day of knowing her, he knew three things were absolutely true:
1. She was a fucking good hockey player and he never wanted to get hit by her slapshot (seriously, Binner had actually had to take a minute after he blocked it for the first time).
2. She was fucking gorgeous. Like Disney princess level (he had a crush on Cinderella when he was little - shut up, Binner).
And 3. She was out of his fucking league. Like, they weren’t even in the same arena.
But he got to play the boyfriend card a lot since she was too nice to flat out turn anyone down. So he spent many a night with his arm around her waist, or dancing with her, or (on a couple memorable occasions when the rando wouldn’t get the hint) making out of with her.
And he wanted. Oh, did he want. But sleeping together would make things complicated and potentially mess up one of the best friendships he had (because Colton was awesome and probably one of his favorite humans on the planet), and he couldn’t take that risk. Because she was a relationship person. She deserved a boyfriend who worshiped her, who didn’t do stupid things when drunk, who wouldn’t be tempted to cheat. She deserved the world. And Joel knew that he couldn’t provide that.
And Colton...there would be moments when she would look at him and he would think, “This is it. This is that moment in the movie when the boy and girl confess their feelings”. They had shared a number of those looks throughout the years - both in Chicago and when they made the Blues roster.
And seeing Colton grow in St. Louis was breathtaking. Her confidence grew drastically, flourishing under Petro and JayBo’s guidance, getting comfortable with her position next to Schwartzy - the older woman taking her under her wing and helping her deal with bullshit.
But it never failed to hit Joel like a punch in the gut when her blinding smile was directly solely at him. He thought he would have been used to it. And he knew Fabs was keeping Binner updated on his patheticness.
And so Eddy hooked up with anyone willing - hoping that maybe he could fuck her out of his system. And if some of them looked like Colton if he squinted, that was his own business.
And through the years they had had so many close calls. There was a fine line between making out to get a guy to back off and making out with the intention of it going somewhere else (at least for them, that probably wasn’t an “across the board” thing), and they danced that line on the regular.
Not well, but they did.
And then they won the Cup and he wasn’t even thinking about when he pulled her against him in the locker room and kissed her - their teammates cheered and acted like Jaden hadn’t just been full on making out with Schenner on the ice, like, five minutes ago. And when they broke apart, he leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, breathing her in.
“Come home with me.” she breathed out and he thought he was hearing things.
But when he pulled back, she was looking at him with those blue, blue eyes and he couldn’t hold back anymore, breathing out a “yes”.
And he didn’t remember much about the rest of that night. All he knows is that he woke up at Colton’s, on her couch, still dressed. And he didn’t know if he was thankful or not. Although, he opted for thankful because Fabs was on the other end of the couch, Sanny was in one of the armchairs, and Binner was on the floor hugging one of Colton’s pillows.
He looked up as she stumbled down the stairs from her room and regretted it immediately. She was wearing a cami and teeny-tiny shorts, and her hair was all over the place - and she was stunning. And her coming down the stairs must have woken Binner up because the pillow the goalie had been holding was suddenly hitting Joel in the head.
The outfit didn’t get much better when she changed because now her teeny tiny shorts were denim and tight and her shirt was a crop top and Joel was not ready for that. And she had done her hair and carefully applied her makeup to look like she wasn’t wearing anything but Joel knew what she looked like. And Joel knew when she was wearing makeup. And it was always that much harder to control himself when she did because he wanted to be the reason she went through the effort (because Colton Parayko never put on makeup when she didn’t have to or when she wasn’t out to impress someone).
And it was like she was trying to kill him that whole week and in Vegas - especially in the bikini and the dresses she wore when they went out. And then they went to New York with Patty, which was its own unique struggle because he didn’t have Fabs or Binner to elbow, or smack, or pinch, or kick him when she looked particularly good, or when he got to her room to get her for their shopping trip and she answered her door in a pair of leggings and a bra like it was nothing.
Which, it should have been. They had shared a locker room for years. But until now, he had only really seen in a sports bra, not the lacy, pink, thing she was currently wearing.
His break came right before he broke and he didn’t have to see her in person again until the ESPYs. He had time to try to get her out of his system. He just needed time. And he had a month before he would be in LA for the EPSYs. That was plenty of time.
It was not plenty of time. He arrived that the hotel and Fabs sent him a room number. Apparently, someone had sent a stylist to the hotel for Colton and Robbi and the guys were keeping them company as they were getting hair down and makeup applied - not that they had invited them judging by Colton’s whines whenever Binner took another picture. Robbi was grumbling to herself about Schwartzy being lucky to have missed this as she was zipped into a tight fitting black dress and heels were thrust into her hands.
But Colton was as breathtaking as ever when they finished with her and everything in Joel’s world that wasn’t Colton faded away. She stood there in a Navy dress, ball gown style as opposed to Robbi’s mermaid style (he had watched many an episode of Say Yes to the Dress with her) that made those blue, blue eyes of hers pop. It didn’t help that they were lined in a way that brought attention to them, gold color smeared on her eyelids. Her lips a beautiful shade of dark red.
And Joel stared at her with his mouth slightly open and definitely not breathing until Fabs elbowed him, hard. And he shook his head and offered his arm to her when it was time for them to leave. Because he wasn’t good enough to be her boyfriend but he was good enough to escort her down a red carpet and be her unofficial date for the night.
And when he took a video for his Instastory, he panned the phone to her and her hair started blowing into his face and he couldn’t help his ridiculous grin and as she apologized and tried to get it under control.
Somewhere between leaving the afterparty and getting back to her room, they were making out with the full intent for it to go further. And then he had her on the bed, after they both fought with the puffy dress to free her from it, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Because he had wanted this for a long time. And from the look on her face as she pulled him back down, she did to.
And sex with Colton was better than he ever dreamed it would be (and he had had many dreams about what sex with Colton would be like, spent a lot of time thinking about it). She was perfect. And he wasn’t. He had never been a guy who did commitment. And he didn’t think he ever would be.
The next morning, before they were accosted by their teammates for breakfast - or, really, more lunch, they finally talked.
Joel finally saying, “I have thought about asking you out...several times. I just… don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” Colton asked, looking like she was trying to to look hurt as she wrapped the sheet tightly around her body.
“Because you’re special,” Joel responded, that it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“Special like ‘Stop eating the paste’ special?” Colton’s expression was one that Joel hated to be causing, like she didn’t know she was way too good for him.
“You are beautiful. You are intelligent. You are incredible interesting. You’re DEFINITELY girlfriend material,” Joel rushed to explain so the didn’t think she wasn’t enough, “I, however, am definitely NOT boyfriend material. I can’t do commitment, and I don’t want to pretend to you that I can. If I were to date you, there would be no dating. It would be something RIGHT AWAY. And I’m not that guy.”
Colton was silent for a minute, just looking at him before standing up and heading to the bathroom, “Right. I’m just gonna take a shower. You might want to take one in your room as well.”
When Joel sees her at breakfast, her hair’s in a messy bun, face clean of makeup, in leggings and an LA hoodie, and her red was red like she had been crying and Joel felt a tidal wave of guilt hit him. Because he had caused that.
It didn’t help that Robbi was instantly at her side, shooting him unreadable looks as she and Colton conversed quietly.
And then Joel was traded to Carolina and he left without saying good-bye to Colton - partly because he didn’t have time and partly because he knew he wouldn’t be able to say good-bye to her. Instead, he asked Binner and Fabs to keep an eye on her.
It almost broke him when Binner told him, a couple months later, that he thought Colton was seeing someone. She hadn’t introduced her to the team or anything, but Robbi and Jaden had definitely met him. And if Colton was introducing Jaden - who was very judgmental when it came to anyone interested in her ducklings - it had to mean it was serious.
And Joel hated that. Because Colton was the girl of his dreams. He loved her - it had taken him a while to figure out that he was in love with her, but he was. And while he still knew he wouldn’t ever be good enough for her, he didn’t expect her to find someone who maybe was. Had to be if he had Schwartzy’s seal of approval.
He was in New York, just getting back from the hotel after a hard game, when his phone started buzzing. And he’s prepared to ignore it because it’s no one he can’t call back tomorrow. But then he sees it’s Colton and he hasn’t talked to Colton since the trade - really not since LA. Sure, they had talked, but it wasn’t the same.
“You’re a jackass, you know that?” Colton’s voice started in on him the minute he picked up, the noise from whatever bar the team was in bleeding through. She was also clearly drunk. And he liked Drunk Colton so much his heart ached. Without pausing for him to respond she continued, “You left without saying goodbye. You could have called or texted or stopped by my place, but you left. And..I met someone. He’s a really sweet guy. And he’s funny. And he’s smart. And he likes me. And he doesn’t call me special as a way to chicken out of talking about his feelings. And you’re a jerk, Joel Edmundson. Because you didn’t even give me a chance to talk. You just made the decision for me that we wouldn’t work. Because I’m ‘special’, whatever the fuck that means.”
“Colton -”
“I’m not done talking,” she snapped back at him, “I thought I loved you, Joel. And I thought you returned those feelings. But you’re a coward. And I want to be able to move forward with Andy. But I can’t. Because you’re still in my head. And I look at Jaden and Schenner and I listen to Robbi talk about Matthew and all I can think about is how that should be us. I should be talking about you with my girls, about how much I love you and about how you surprised me flowers or some bullshit. But instead that only way I can talk about you is about how you broke my heart. And I really like Andy but I’m probably going to have to break up with him because I’m so not over you and it’s not fair to him. And part of me really wants to hate you. I really do. But I can’t.”
“Colton, I-”
“No, Joel,” Colton’s voice was small and she sniffling, “this time, I get to end the conversation without letting you respond.”
And she hung up and Joel just stared down at his phone. Until it started ringing again, this time Binner.
“What’s up?” he tried to mask his voice.
“Jaden is taking Colton home, she’s had a couple more than usual,” Binner replied, “I heard what she told you. What did you say to her in LA? Because I know that’s when this started.”
And Joel finally let everything out. Binner knew that Joel loved her, but he didn’t know the whole of it.
“I ruined it.” Joel ended, letting out a shaky breath, “Because I was too stupid to realize that what I felt for Colton was nothing like what I’ve felt for anyone ever. And now she hates me.”
“She doesn’t hate you, Eds,” Binner replied, “She couldn’t hate anyone. She doesn’t even hate Benn. But she’s hurt. Look, she kind of saves the Serious Conversations for Schwartzy. But I know that she wouldn’t still be that upset if she hated you.”
“It doesn’t matter. She has a boyfriend.”
“A boyfriend she’s going to break up with because she’s not over you, Eddy. You can have her, you can finally be the boyfriend you always acted like you were, you just need to fucking man up do something about it.”
“I have no idea where to start….”
“You’ll think of something. No one knows Colton Parayko better than you.”
Joel gave it a couple days, got a text from Binner that Colton had indeed broken up with her boyfriend but to wait to talk to her because she was still pissed and he had a welt on his arm the size of a golfball from catching one of her slapshots.
He almost calls Jaden but thinks better of it. Because if Colton was hurting, then Jaden wouldn’t be in a helpful mood. And Joel knew Jaden liked him, but Colton was her baby - well, Robbi was her baby now, but Colton was still one of hers.
So, he did some research. He knew what Colton liked. But everything had to be perfect because he had messed up.
“Are you sure you can get to practice before her?” he asked Binner one more time as the goalie picked up the very last item.
“Yes.” Binner rolled his eyes.
“Dude, you have to get there first. Especially since it’s a Wednesday, which means she’s riding with Schwartzy and Robbi because Wednesday is Girls Lunch or whatever they call it. And -”
“And Schwartzy is always the first one to practice. I know, Eds.”
Joel knew the goalie was rolling his eyes, but he didn’t care. This needed to work and for it to work, Binner needed to be early for once in his life.
And Joel waited patiently, wishing it wasn’t an off-day so that he could have something to do but stare at his phone.
Finally, it rang and he was going kill whoever it was if it wasn’t Colton and he scrambled to pick it up.
“Colton, hi,” Joel tried to sound cool and knew he failed when heard Colton make that noise she made when she found something funny but didn’t want to laugh because it would be mean.
“Hi, Joel.” she responded, voice soft but fond - which was a good sign, “I got your flowers, and your candles, and your cookbook - I hadn’t gotten around to buying that one yet, and your banner, and your note… and the necklace.”
“I had a lot of years of being stupid to make up for.” Joel replied, “And, if you’ll let me, I’d like to start making those up to you. Now. Like, right now.”
“Well, I have practice right now. And then afterward, I have lunch with Jaden and Robbi. But I’ll call you when I get home. We need to talk. Like, actually talk. Like, let each other respond talk.”
“I...yeah, we do.”
“Okay. I’ll call you later.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Joel, I love you.”
“I love you, too, Colton.”
“Bye.”
And Joel felt the stupid grin spread across his face. Sure, they were going to have the difficult, serious talk they should have had a while ago. But Colton Parayko loved him. And that was enough for right now.
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if you're still doing the kiss thing. 17 Balance/Naga
Balance has seen more than their fair share of the interior of Jark Matter ships at this point; the Kyurangers have been fighting for years, so they’ve had plenty of time to get used to the way these ships look inside. They just haven’t anticipated being led, cuffed, down one of these long dark hallways to where the Jark Matter commander of this particular squadron awaits.
They had been dreading this moment. Ever since the incident with Akyanba five years ago, they knew this day would inevitably come. They had failed in their efforts to bring their friend back around to himself, and the Kyurangers had been dealt a serious blow as a result. It was the first time they lost a teammate permanently with no chance of him coming back around.
It would only make sense that a master thief would be well-suited to the position of commander, and even now Balance has to admit that they’re impressed with their former partner’s skill in finding what’s left of the Kyurangers and bringing them to Jark Matter’s version of justice. It’s just Balance, Champ, Hammi, and Kotaro now. The others… Balance isn’t sure what happened to them. They haven’t heard from any of their friends since the various separations occurred.
Naga awaits in what feels more like a throne room than anything else, draped across the cushioned chair, still dressed in black and purple like he had been the first time Akyanba had ensnared him with her trickery. The dark mark on his face shows up vividly between his silver hair and his skin, and when he sees Balance at the front of the group, his eyes flash a dangerous and abnormal silvery shade. They had never done that in all of the time Balance had known him, and they still feel unsettled every single time they see it happen.
“So, here you are,” Naga says, rising to his full height, the black robes swirling around him as he steps forward. “The last of the Kyurangers. You put up quite a fight. I’m impressed.”
No one speaks. Kotaro is exhausted, Champ whirs softly with barely-contained rage, and Hammi only fixes a torn gaze on Naga— does she still carry some guilt all these years later? Balance doesn’t know how to feel. They should only feel revulsion and a desire to escape as quickly as possible, but it’s hard to not feel a little relief to see Naga standing so tall and proud.
“Did you expect us to come quietly?” Hammi finally asks, and Naga curls his lips at her.
“Of course not. I know better than anyone just what kind of fight you’re capable of putting up.” He spreads his arms wide; his smile is deadly. “Which is how I was able to defeat you.”
One of his men steps up to him, a velvet and lacquer box resting in his hands, and Naga opens it with a flourish. Balance startles to see seven kyu globes resting inside on a black pillow; Naga’s is missing, still corrupted into the Dark kyu globe by Akbanya’s magic.
“I’ll be adding your kyu globes to my collection. You won’t need them anymore.” Another man steps up and hands Naga a small bag, and Naga plucks each kyu globe out, placing it neatly inside the box. Gold, green, black, and sky blue. “You should have seen how hard Lucky fought to keep his. But in the end, nothing can truly stand against Jark Matter.”
“Is that why you became one of their commanders instead of fighting back?” Balance demands.
Naga isn’t even ruffled by the words. He just turns eyes that flash silver once again toward Balance’s direction. “I could fight and lose, or join and succeed. An easy decision, Balance.”
The sound of their name rolling off of Naga’s tongue is disconcerting in more ways than one. “You swore to fight against this once. I can’t… How could you do this to us? Naga, you—”
“I was once on your side and willing to give up my entire self to protect the universe. And in the end, I suffered and we failed, and it meant nothing.” Naga presses his palms together and leans in, and Balance fights the urge to lean away from him. They can’t abandon their partner, even now, not really. “But now, I have power and prestige and respect. And I have emotions, too.”
“Negative emotions,” Champ argues. “That’s all that’s left in you now. There’s nothing good.”
Balance wishes they could argue the point because it isn’t fair to say such a thing to Naga. It isn’t his fault he ended up like this, not really. This isn’t the real Naga, not their Naga.
“And here I am, standing tall at the end of your struggle while you’re brought to me in chains. Truly, I must have made a bad choice.” Naga laughs, a high shrieking sound.
Seeing him like this rips at something in Balance’s chest and they wish they could bring Naga out of this no matter what it costs. To save Naga, to restore him to who he used to be… That would be what the real Naga would want, right? He wouldn’t want to be left in this shell of a body, this dark personality that wears his face and speaks with his voice.
“It’s only fair that you get the same choice that I received once,” Naga says, spreading his hands once again. “It’s very simple, you see. You can side with us and live, or you can defy us and die. There are plenty of positions open, and Don Armage can be very forgiving.”
“You want us to work with Jark Matter?” Kotaro sounds horrified, and Balance can feel that familiar panic settling in again. After all, they always knew it would come to this.
“Some of your number have acclimated well to their new positions. Some…” Naga shrugs. “I offered them what I offer you now, but they chose not to accept the offer.”
Hammi stumbles and Balance leans back, the only thing they can do to catch her before she falls. She sags against them. “You… You couldn’t have. Naga, you couldn’t have killed—”
Naga laughs. “I gave them a choice, Hammi. And they chose of their own free will.”
“Choice,” Champ spits. “As if something like this could ever be a real choice. Naga, come on!”
“Balance, I’m very interested to hear what choice you plan on making. You can either choose the way of some of your friends, or you can choose to stay here with me.” Naga smiles, and Balance has to admit that one of the only things they’ve ever wanted was to see Naga smile properly. It just kills them that it has to be in a situation like this one. “You’ve missed me, haven’t you? I know I’ve missed you. We used to be partners. We could be partners again.”
“Stop it, Naga.” Hammi makes to step between them but one of the guards pulls her back, unwilling to let her any closer to the commander. “You can’t do this to Balance, it isn’t fair.”
“I… I’ve thought about it before. I thought it would come to this. I saw… You had Spada in your squadron the last time you came after us.” Balance watches Naga smile, delighted, but it’s still sad to have this confirmed for them. “I… I have missed you. I can’t just… I can’t leave you again.”
When Naga smiles this time, there’s nothing but pure joy and delight in his eyes, and Balance wishes they could shake him awake because as good as it feels to see Naga smile like he’s always wanted to, this is wrong. This is wrong on so many levels, and Balance doesn’t even know where to begin anymore. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down. You never have, not even when we first became Kyurangers. You couldn’t leave me behind then, either.” Naga drifts close enough to run a hand down the side of Balance’s face. “And oh, I’ve missed you so much.”
“Sir?” One of the guards clears his throat and Naga lifts his head, his expression betraying clear irritation at being interrupted. “Would you like us to take the others to holding cells so that they can think over their decisions as you had us do with the others?”
“That would be fine with me. Send Ohtori to check on them in a few hours. It might do them good to see what’s happened to their legendary warrior in his short amount of time here.” Naga speaks with such cruelty in his voice, and Balance closes their eyes at the sound.
The others are quickly escorted out and Naga retrieves a set of keys from one of the guards, unlocking the cuffs keeping Balance’s hands behind their back. Against their better judgement, they reach for Naga immediately, and he makes a soft humming noise in the back of his throat as he lets himself be pulled forward, arms resting light and easy around Balance’s shoulders.
“Oh, how I’ve missed you,” he whispers before leaning down, a gentle sway of his body.
This feels familiar enough, at least. Naga leans down and Balance leans up, the only way to breach the height difference between the two of them. They have to find a way to bring Naga back to himself, but for now, this will have to do. Naga still kisses the same way he always did, a little hesitant and uncertain so that Balance has to guide him, but he finds the rhythm well enough after a few minutes. And it’s familiar enough that Balance can pretend, for just a moment, that all is well, and that they aren’t going to have to hurt the person they love most in the world just to bring him back from this shroud of darkness.
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