๐๐๐๐๐๐ค ๐ ๐๐โ'๐ ๐จ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐: Incest, Character x Character, rape, age play, throw up/vomit, piss play/golden showers, ABO.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ค ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐: Literally anything that isn't on the list above.
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๐๐ช ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ค: Anything that catches my interest, but mainly the kid at the back and occasionally 14dayswithyou, maybe a bit of killer chat.
-> I write character x reader, sometimes I write character x fem!reader and sometimes its characters x gn!reader, it all depends on how I'm feeling or on a request you leave me.
-> Yes, I read comments and request, don't be afraid to leave me something.
I know I haven't posted in a bit (I will later this week, more than one story too) but this post isn't that sort of update at all.
I've received a message from someone whom I've never met or talked to before (much like anyone else on this app) but the message they have sent to me was of a warning that I should message someone about my (this) account about sending an appeal for it to not be permanently banned.
Why? Because, apparently, someone had decided to hack into my account and convince a group of people to send over crypto money and then potentially got scammed.
When I read it, I was a little questionable because I haven't received any emails about my account being banned or banned within 2 days or even hacked from.
I showed my roommate and he also thought it was weird and then said that it may be a scam as well, since I should've been sent an email about it and I haven't at all.
The only emails I get from Tumblr is when someone follows me.
I wanted to share this just in case this person has messaged anyone else about it so you all could be safe and understand that it is a scam.
โ๐ ๐ฅ๐: โ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ผ โ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป: Look, first of all, hi! Of course I'll write one of those for him! Secondly, my impression of Hyugo cannot be that good for everyone to just want him, can it??
Well, it's whatever makes my little lovelies happy ;-;".
Honestly, I couldn't decide if I should do both SFW and NSFW or just do the NSFW version, but since you asked for the NSFW version, then that's the one you'll get!
This also took me way longer than it actually needed to, but anyways, I did it.
Enjoy!~
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When it comes to aftercare, Hyugo has that down to a tee. He's a very cuddly and affectionate man, so be prepared to be laid on top of and to be touched everywhere.
Especially after doing the deed with you, Hyugo is very caring and gentle when touching you, knowing that he practically ruined the spot between your legs.
When both of you are spent and fully satisfied, he'll place a soft and gentle kiss to your cheek before getting up to grab a clean washcloth to run warm water under it, coming back to you and tapping your knee gently.
"Open, please.~"
And when you do, he continues his gentle touches, cleaning you of both of your messes, contently humming softly to himself as he made sure to get everything. Yet, there are occasional times where he pokes the spot where his cock had just been, teasing you with a poke, just to hear you squeal.
Even with your death glare, he laughs, reaching to gently pet your hair, as if you don't even scare him one bit while your naked and open for him.
And once your clean and he had his fill of teasing you (which he never does, lets be honest) he'll lay on top of you, laying his head on your chest, his arms bound around you. Holding you tight as if he never wants to let you go.
And he's listening. Listening to your breathing, your heartbeat, occasionally trying to listen for your stomach growl to see if you're hungry. And he'll gently squeeze his arms around you, as if testing to see if you're really there, if you're really underneath him, seeing if what just happened just happened.
Hyugo loves all parts of your body, but he wouldn't lie and say that he didn't have his favorites. Of course he does. He has three top favorites:
Neck, breasts, and thighs. In that order.
He loves to leave very dark and visible marks on your neck; marks of his teeth and hickeys littering to your jawline, then neck, then to your chest. He's making sure that they are dark enough and biting and sucking hard enough to make them stay for a while.
You'd be surprised that your breasts aren't his very top favorite. He absolutely loves to play with them, squeezing, groping, tasting. He can't get enough of them. It's his second favorite spot of your because the marks he'd leave are very hidable, which is something that he finds unacceptable. So instead, he'll settle for touching and holding them in private. Intimate. Especially when you least expect it.
Let's say you're doing the dishes, you're wearing a tank top and pajama pants, doing your own thing. Until you feel hands slithering under your arms and groping your chest teasingly hard, making you shriek from the sudden hands.
"Gotcha!" He says, giggling as he places gentle kisses and nips on your neck to your shoulder, his hands still holding your breasts.
You just roll your eyes at him, continuing to do the dishes, knowing that if you try to push him away, he'd whine and pout like a child. And you couldn't resist his cute little pouty face.
He always loves to lay his head on your thighs; they're like soft pillows to him. He loves it. Even after he's away for too long from you, he always comes back and just lays his head down on them. Even laying in between them, it's his favorite spot right there.
And if he says anything dumb, it'll be easier for you to squeeze his neck with your thighs, though, he might get a hard-on if you did that.
But who could blame him, hm?~
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When Hyugo cums, it can be.. intense for him. Well, not terribly intense, but he'll be left shuddering against you; over, under you, sideways of you, doesn't matter the position. His hands gripping your skin tightly, nails digging into you hard enough to leave moon crescents.
But that doesn't mean he's stopping. Oh no, Hyugo doesn't want to stop. Especially when him and you are both feeling so good, so into it and connected like this.
He doesn't ever want to stop. Which can be good or badly intense, leaving you practically begging for him to stop and give you a break. And he only does because of how prettily you beg. And also, because he wanted to get a little snack.
Hyugo will make sure that every part of your insides is painted in his white before stopping, using his fingers to make sure not even a small droplet of it slides out of you.
And if it's you cumming on him? He's enjoying every second of it, watching you come undone underneath or on top of him, his hands rubbing up and down your skin, loudly praising you for doing such a good job for him. And he'll want to make you do it again until your legs shake and you literally couldn't walk anymore.
Honestly, it's not about him doing the deed just to get off. For Hyugo, it's connection. Even when he's not around a lot, when he suddenly disappears for a while and running around the halls of the school, he always comes back to you.
It doesn't matter what time it is to Hyugo, he's climbing through your window just to be with you. When it comes to sex, it's more about the connectionโthe spark and passion reigniting between you two.
But don't worry, once he gets over the shock of being inside you, his goal will be to see how many times he could make you finish before he does.
Something that I've talked about before about Hyugo is how he's a switch, leaning towards submissive. And for those who disagree with me; have you met him?
Hyugo's dirty secret is the need to be praised, to be told how much of a good job he's doing. He wants to be touched in a way that'll leave him wanting more, he wants to be kissed in a way that'll make him breathless.
But he doesn't want to be just praised. He wants to be "put in his place" in a way. He wants you to snap back at him when he teases you too much, he wants you to be just as intense as he can be during sex and love making.
Can he be a little bit of a brat? Yes, but that's the fun of everything. To push limits, to see how far you can go without stopping him, without being reduced to tears from the intensity of what he's giving and offering to you.
But he also needs to just simply be close to you, with or without sex. To hold and simply touch you while you praise him, telling him things he yearns to hear, to be told that you need him in a way that dances on a fine line of desperation and a burning longing.
Might I give you an example? Of course I can:
It's the middle of the night, Hyugo had came in your bedroom from your window, needing to see youโto be with you. He had woken you up when he climbed into your bed, already stripped of his clothes other than his briefs.
You hadn't seen or heard from him for nearly five days. Now here he was, holding you from behind, your back to his chest, his arms wrapped around your torso firmly, keeping you close against him.
He hadn't moved or spoken a word since he got into bed with you, which made you worry a little bit but hadn't had the courage to say anything yet. But as soon as you did decide to finally open your mouth to speak, his hands started to move on you, his face nuzzling more into the back of your neck.
One hand moved from your middle to brush just underneath your breast; his other hand rested on your lower stomach. He let out a soft sigh, his hot breath tingling your skin.
"I missed you... Did you miss me?" He whispered it softly to you, his lips lightly trailing up to your earlobe. There was a teasing way he asked that, yet there was something subtle that was laced in that question. Something that was close to vulnerability but not quite reaching there.
"Of course I did." You whispered back to him, placing a gentle hand over his on your lower stomach. You felt him hold you tighter, just a slight pull closer to him despite already being so close.
He didn't say anything for a moment, but he placed a tender and borderline loving kiss on the spot where your shoulder met your neck.
"In the morning, I want to keep holding you. I want to stay in bed with you. Please..?" He sounded a little sad when he said "please". Like he was hoping you wouldn't say no to his request, like a child asking for ice cream before bed. You smiled slightly at the thought.
"Yes, Hyugo. I'd like that too."
He buried his face into the crook of your neck, placing another soft kiss to your skin, his legs tangling with yours, as though determined to make you keep your word of staying in bed together.
And he made sure you stayed in bed for most of the next morning.
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Hyugo is experienced in sex, we all know this. He isn't a virgin like his best friend is. His first time was with a guy, but who was doing the bending over is more of a mystery. And I have no doubt that he went on to gain more experience from both genders.
Which is why he's able to make you feel things that even you didn't know you could feel. He knows when to change the angle just enough to make your breath hitched, when to change the pace just to make you cry and beg for more or less, depending on the intensity he's giving to you and your body.
Honestly? I believe Hyugo to be more of an experimentalist. But there's a difference between Hyugo's version of an experimentalist and Crowe's.
Crowe is more leaning towards the softcore part of experimenting. Blindfolds, light tying, gentle and exploration touches. And then you have Hyugo, who isn't one to hold anything back.
Teasing touches and flicks to make you squirm in anticipation, using his words to make you want more, teasing with a little bit of light mockery in them.
Now, Hyugo won't go as far as to actually hurt you, but he definitely knows how far can go and how far he could push until you actually tell him to stop when he hurts you.
I've already discussed this before, but I didn't go into much detail for them so, I'll remedy that for you, my little lovelies.~
Cowgirl and sideways missionary. Now, personally, they're my favorite to write about mostly and in general, if only I wasn't so scared of that kind of intimacy. It's a problem </3
Cowgirl - This position gives him full access to your body; to look, touch, feel your weight on top of him. It's grounding to him at times, it lets him know that it's actually happening, that he actually has you and you're enjoying him.
And then there are those times when he just suddenly lifts his hips up enough to make you gasp and fall in a little to his chest, the thrust from below catching you off guard. And he loves seeing your surprised and even more flushed face when he does it. Just a little tease of what he can do, yet he lets you set the pace, he lets you enjoy having this bit of control over him before potentially flipping both of you and ramming into you hard and fast enough to make your brains burst in your skull.
This position lets him touch you however he wants, his hands roaming over your body, as if he just couldn't get enough of you, needing to squeeze and grope. To leave his handprintsโhis fingerprintsโon every part of your skin.
And the way he looks at you? It's devouring. It's like he wants to eat you alive, drinking up every move you make, every expression, seeing which thrusts he occasionally makes in you make you gasp the way he loves. It's consuming the way he wants you, the way he watches and touches.
And you love it; you can't deny the type of attention he gives you.
Sideways missionary - This one might be my favorite out of the two. It's intimate, passionate at times, and it goes very well with those *ahem* early mornings and that morning wood.
And morning Hyugo when he does it? It's a whole other experience than the night before of the cowgirl. It's slow and lazy, letting you feel every inch and thickness of him in you when he rolls his hips into you.
Just imagine: Hyugo rolling over to hold you, placing soft and tender kisses along your shoulder, waking you up gently, silently demanding you for attention without using any words. And when you do start to finally wake up, one hand in moving lower, dipping in between your legs, sliding up and down your folds slowly and lightly but with that slight pressure that you could feel it.
His fingers move and linger in a way that makes you arch into his touch, a soft sigh of a moan escaping you as he felt his fingers becoming slicker from your arousal. And he keeps doing what he's doing, ensuring to give you pleasurable bliss as his middle finger plays with your clit slowly, teasingly.
And when he thinks you had enough of your fun, he pulls away, making you whine from the lossโonly to make you gasp softly as he rubs his tip along your wetness.
"I dreamt about this last night.." He whispers softly into your ear, using your wetness to coat his tip. "I guess dreams do come true." And before you could retort back with your own remark, he pushes into you deep and hard, dragging a moan out from the back of your throat.
He moves in lazy rolls into you, one hand moving to hold onto the back of your thigh, holding your leg up and open for him to move easily behind you. His other hand starting to play with your breast, teasing the nipple as he groans softly in your ear, whispering lovely and dirty things to you.
And he makes sure that you finish before he does. He wouldn't want to leave you hanging like that.
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Is Hyugo serious during sex?
Short answer, no.
Long answer, Hyugo is not really a serious person unless that side of him is being called out during certain situations. Sex is not one of them. He's unserious and teasing, becoming a whiny and blubbering mess when he's inside of you.
It's not like he can't be serious during it, but he just chooses not to. To Hyugo, sex doesn't always have to be so serious. It can be loving, teasing, fun. Hyugo's main goal is to give you the pleasure that he's feeling, to give you that bliss you deserve. And he doesn't need to concentrate so hard for that, he doesn't need or have to be serious for that.
Why have sex if you're going to be tense and serious is Hyugo's mentality.
And it's not like you ever complained about it, right?
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So, I didn't really say how his hair looks down there, but that's because it was becoming repetitive and I hate doing that.
Just like his brother, Hyugo is Japanese, and men and women in Japan or in Asian culture in general don't get a lot of body hair like other places and people do. But that's not saying that he doesn't get any hair down there.
Hyugo is clean there, not shaved, but cut, shaped enough where there isn't a lot of pubic hair and he keeps it clean like that.
There are occasion times where Hyugo does sometimes gets a wax. It's mostly to make sure there aren't any ingrown hairs, but also because it can be a little relaxing feeling smooth there. Does he do it himself? He did once. Never again.
he shudders at the thought of doing it himself again.
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Intimacy for Hyugo is mostly of the physical and emotional connection, making sure that there's that same thrilling spark between you two. It's what makes sex better for him.
Can he have sex without any strings attached? Yes, but that was before he met you. Sure, he's dated people, had sex, done the whole roundabout before, but none of them really gave him what he craved, that need to have that electrical spark.
And with you, he feels it, that emotional connection that feels almost overwhelming to him in a good way. He loves it, he wants more of it. It doesn't matter when or where, he'll be determined to get it again, to feel it, to make sure that it's still there between you two.
And, of course, it's always there. And having you physically like that is just another added bonus for how lucky he got to hit the jackpot with you.
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Does Hyugo jerk it? Yes, yes he does. He's human with human needs. Now, he doesn't do it as often as Sol does, but there are those times where he does need that release when you're not around.
Especially after a long week of being without you, without being near you, without touching you. And when he's alone after running around, doing whatever the person he works for tells him to do, he'll sit and think about you. How you smell, how warm you are, how sweet you taste...
The longer he thinks about you, the tighter his jeans suddenly become, and the growing urge to find that release that his thoughts are making him have, it fuels that cold pit in his stomach. The next thing he knows, his hand is sliding down his stomach to undo that belt around his belt loops, silently blaming you for making him jack off to these thoughts of you.
Once his belt and that button on his jeans is undone, he doesn't hesitate to whip out his aching length, wrapping his hands around his shaft, imaging and remembering how your own hand felt on his, how your pussy clenched around him like it was trying to keep him in you as long as possible.
He doesn't jerk it slowly at first, he dives right in, needing to ease that ache in him, tilting his head back as he moans your name in that needy way that makes your knees weak.
He can't help himself. He misses you; he needs you, especially need to hear your own moans for him, to feel you against and on top of him.
And when he finally cums, it's intense, needy, a broken moan of your name falling from his lips.
And then he curses himself for ruining another pair of jeans because of you. It's always because of you, honestly. Even when you aren't there to do anything to him.
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Yes, I've talked about this as well, twice before. I've given a detailed version of this and a lesser detailed version of it. And here I go again about it because why not?
We know Hyugo's main kink is praising, but what I want to talk about is the food play. Hyugo is a big foodie, he loves food. So why not combine his two favorite things? You and food.
Nothing spicy, he hates spicy foods and if he gets that in the wrong place, it's going to be like hell for you and it'll immediately ruin the mood and moment. He's more into sweets, so that's what he'll use.
Ice cream, syrup, icing, it doesn't matter. He'll lick you clean by the end of it. Why does he like it? Because it's intimate and very erotic, licking every inch of your skin off from something sticky and sweet, tasting the warmth and sweat and sweet dessert off of you.
His favorite being ice cream. I've explained why, yes, because it's sweet, sticky, and it melts from your body heat, making it easier to enjoy off of you. He loves to cover you in the sticky sweetness.
Your face, chest, stomach, any part that he can reach and touch is fair game. But his favorite places are your breasts and pussy. He loves listening to you shudder from the coldness of the ice cream when he puts some on your nipples, watching them harden from the cold.
He doesn't lick them off immediately, no, he waits for a minute or two, watching as the ice cream starts to drip from your warmth, dripping onto the side of your boob and getting a little under it. And only then does he lean in to lick off the melted ice cream, making sure to get some of it that went underneath your breast.
And in between your thighs? He's spreading some there too, rubbing around your already wet entrance, making sure to get some of the already melted ice cream on top, letting it slide down in between your folds. He watches as you squirm from the feeling of it going down, whining from how he was just watching it, not doing anything. And when you open your mouth to say somethingโto begโhe leans in and gives your a long slow lick, making you gasp and moan.
He'll make sure to clean you thoroughly, not letting a trace of the melted ice cream get away from him. Inside and out of you.
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Location doesn't matter to Hyugoโhell, you could be outside in public and he'll just take you right then and there. But he does prefer it to be a little bit private, just for you two.
If he were to drag you somewhere in public, it would be off somewhere a little secluded but still having that risk factor of being "caught". Quoting the word because he wouldn't actually get you caught and in trouble, but it's the thought of it happening is thrilling to him.
And he wouldn't do it unprovoked. If you tease him for a little too long, he will be determined to make you keep your words and drag you off to a nearby secluded place that he noticed before.
But the question is: does Hyugo have a favorite place? Well, of course he does. Your bedroom would be the most obvious place, but nope. It's your kitchen counter.
Hear me out on this, whenever he's around, you spend most of your time in the kitchen because of him, always making whatever it is that he feels hungry for. You could be moving around, getting ingredients or spices, and then suddenly you feel a pair of hands grab your waist, spinning you briefly before lifting you up and plopping you down on the countertop. His hands move to your thighs, spreading them open so he could stand between them.
"H-Hyugo..! What are you doing?" You'd ask him, your face flushed, one hand on his shoulder while the other was holding the garlic powder spice. He reached out, gently taking it from your hand to set it aside.
"You know.. I'm pretty hungry."
You blinked at him, confused because you were already making him something, so why did he stop you? His hands slide up your thighs to your hips, pulling you suddenly closer to the edge of the counter, making you gasp, your legs instinctively moving to settle around his waist. He hummed in delight at the sound of your gasp, keeping a firm grip on your hips.
He leaned in closer, his lips close enough to yours that you could feel every time he softly breathed, his nose grazing lightly against yours.
"But seeing you in this kitchen, making lil' old me something... it made me hungry for something more.. sweet." The way he said sweet sent a pleasurable shiver down your spine, your hand gripping his shoulder tighter.
He finally leaned in fully, kissing you deeply immediately, as if he couldn't hold back his hunger for you anymore. He was a very hungry man.
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Hyugo's motivation varies at times. But mostly his motivation is usually provoked in a way.
It could be from how much you're teasing each other, if he's just thinking about you in that way, or even whenever he is jealous. Leaning towards possessive rather than jealous, but still. If he sees something he doesn't like that involves you, he gets more needy and whiny for your attention, your touch, your words. Nearly overwhelming for you.
And yet you stay because you love him. And loving him means loving every part of him; the good, the bad, the possessive. But you love when he's like that, hm?
I mean, just imagine you're doing something simple, like talking to a fellow guy classmate. Now, usually, Hyugo would find it fine, it wouldn't bother him. But this particular classmate has a tiny baby crush on you, he found out.
And what does he do?
Hyugo goes right up to you and grabs your wrist firmly, not glancing at you as he looked at the guy, a forced smile played on his lips.
"She's needed elsewhere." It's all he says before dragging you away from the guy, making you stumble over your own feet at first, confused as fuck, trying to question him and he doesn't say a single word until he finds and empty classroom, bringing you in it with him.
"Hyugo! Would you just wait?"
He didn't respond as he closed the door behind you, gently but firmly pressing your back against the door, placing his hands on either side of your head, looking up at you with a feign sadness and a hint of something else underneath. Jealousy, perhaps?
He pouted, tilting his head a little. "Why must you entertain someone like him?" The question was sudden, which confused you even more than before. You shook your head at him.
"What are you talking about?"
He frowned a little, but then he covered it with a smile, his hands moving to cup your face with both hands. "You're so cute when you're oblivious!" He then pulled your face close to his, your lips pressing against his in a sweet kiss.
Though you could feel something possessive in it, his lips kissing yours like they were his.
And to him, they were. All of you was just his. Just his.
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Hyugo may be a teasing, touchy, two-faced short man, but he's far better than Sol is. In many waysโmight I add. Hyugo wouldn't drug you like Sol would, Hyugo wouldn't touch you while your unconscious and unaware. No, Hyugo is much better than that.
You know Hyugo could be on the more rougher side when it came to intimacy and physical affection, it's how he expresses his love. But there are times when there is such a thing as too rough.
Once, when you two were making out on the rooftop of the school, your body pressed against the cool feeling of the wall, his hands groping and roaming all over you, desperate to feel every part of you before lunch was over.
He kissed you deeply, his tongue brushing and tasting over yours, one hand moved to cup you through the fabric of your shirt. It was hot and heavy between you two, his mouth muffling your soft noises.
He pulled back enough to bite your bottom lipโit wasn't a nibble like it usually was, but a full bite with his teeth, biting hard enough to cut the side of your bottom lip, making you yelp and push him off a bit.
"Hyugo!" You yelled his name, moving to touch the cut with your fingertips. He blinked slowly, not fully processing why you were suddenly upset with him until he noticed the cut.
His face fell into immediate regret and guilt. He hadn't meant to do that, not really. He didn't even notice how hard he had bitten you.
He did apologize for hurting youโa lot. Like overkilled it.
For three days after that, he would bring you gifts and little trinkets he thought you would like; a music CD he made with songs on it that he knew you liked, a t-shirt of a popstar that you admired, a silver pocket watch that he found at the flea market you visit often.
Even after you told him you forgave him, he still felt bad for hurting you, even if he hadn't meant it.
But after those three days, he was back to his normal Hyugo self. As if he hadn't spent three days practically coddling you and being overly needy.
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Receiving vs Giving: Which does Hyugo prefer/like more? Well, Hyugo likes both, if we were being real about it, but I can imagine Hyugo being more on the giving side than receiving part.
Don't worry, he loves to receive head, but giving it gives him the view and knowledge of how to move his tongue in just the right way to make you whine and cry out from him.
Receiving - When it's Hyugo receiving oral, he's a complete and utter mess. The feeling of your mouth on him is like heaven, and he can become very greedy real quick.
You could be on your knees in between his legs while he's sitting on your couch, your head moving up and down on him, listening to the groans and little whines he's making. Then suddenly he could push your head down firmly, making you take all of him in your mouth, making you gag around him from the unexpectancy of it.
He'd mutter a soft apology, but you know that he doesn't mean it. Not in the slightest. And before you know it, his hands are on either side of your head, moving your head on him, muttering soft unfinished sentences and praises of how good your mouth felt.
And you can always tell when he's close. His breathing is getting faster, heavier, his body trembling, his hips twitching upwards into your mouth, officially fucking your face with unexpected gentleness. And suddenly, your mouth and tastebuds are being filled with the taste and feeling of him.
He'll hold you there for a few seconds before checking to see if you're ok from his treatment, but underneath that caring exterior is something darker, something that's been satisfied from knowing that he claimed your mouth like that.
Giving - Unlike receiving, Hyugo loves to take his time with you, to taste every part of you, letting his tongue explore you from the outside in. He wanted to taste every part of you, wanted to feel your walls clench around his wet muscle when he swirled around your clit. To make you come undone with his name on your lips.
To Hyugo, it's more intimate when it's his tongue rather than his cock making you cum. Not as connecting as it would be with his other part, but it makes him feel good giving you that releaseโearning those expressions from you, earning his name on your lips.
And his hands are never still when his head is between your legsโhis hands are never still, honestly, but he can't help not to touch you. He likes to feel you squirm under him, to feel your body shift under his touch, leaning and arching into it. It's intoxicating to him. Especially when he keeps going after you finished and you have to practically shove him off you.
He can't help himself if you taste and feel too good to stop.
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I can imagine Hyugo's pace being on the more fast paced side. Not in a quick way of being fast, but fast like he's been thinking about you all day and can't hold back anymore type of fast.
Most of the time it's unexpected, but other times you can always tell when he's about to pounce just by the way he looks at you.
With such intense hunger that you could feel it burning into your skin and soul with each glance he gives you. It's intense, demanding, hot.
And when you're alone? He won't wait another second to get you out of the clothes you're wearing, and he definitely won't hold back on the devouring need to be inside you.
And when he's finally in, his hands are movingโtouching every part of you that he can reach; your breasts, stomach, hips, thighs. Everywhere. It's not just his hands, oh no, it's never just his hands. His mouth is on you too, kissing and biting and sucking marks on every inch of your skin that he can see.
Mostly on places that are hard to hide. He doesn't just want you to see them, he wants everyone to see them, to know that you are already taken and not on the market anymore.
He's rough and demanding, but it adds to his charm in a way. A vast difference from his baby face and childish manners.
โ -> โ๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐
Hyugo doesn't mind a few quickies here and there. It's like a quick fix for Hyugo to get through the rest of the day.
Let's say that he sees you in the halls of the school, he wouldn't hesitate to practically drag you with him to go to the rooftop for some alone time together.
Once you're on the rooftop with him, with no one around to see either of you, he'll push you into the wall gently yet with firm determination. You'll question him, of course, unsure if he was upset about something that happened.
He wouldn't answer you immediately, just lean in to place a rough and deep kiss to your lips, his hands moving to hold your hips close to him, keeping your upper body against the wall.
He'll tilt his head, his tongue invading your mouth, muffling the gentle sounds he was already making against your mouth. You kiss him back, confused but willing to kiss him if he needs it.
He'll pull away after a few minutes, letting out a soft pant against your lips.
"I need you.." He started, his voice low and filled with longing and lust. "I can't go on today without feeling you, being near you and in you.. please... Can I?"
Oh, how pathetic he sounds, but do you turn him down? Of course not. You wouldn't ever do that to him. Not unless he deserved it, but he didn't right now.
You nodded, running your hands up his chest to his shoulders, feeling him shiver softly from the gentle touch. "Yes. If you need it, then take it."
That's all the consent Hyugo ever needs from you. Permission to let him continue, to keep going, to touch you however he needed to, however gentle or rough.
โ -> โ๐๐ค๐
Hyugo is a huge risk taker. He loves trying new things and doing it in new places.
The library? Better be silent while his fingers are in you, pressing you against the bookshelves to keep you stabilized. The movies? Good thing the lights are turned off while your head is being pushed down on his cock, muffling your soft moans and sucks as he's biting his knuckles to try to be quiet. New position you saw and thought it was easy to do? Leave it to Hyugo to figure out a way to make that position become real in the bedroom.
It doesn't matter to Hyugo, if either you or him are interested in something new that is risky, Hyugo is putting all his chips on the table. He's willing to figure it out and try it with you.
But if you ever decide to back out of it either before or even during it, he'll stop immediately and just go with a position you're comfortable with. A position you two have done many times before but never get tired of it.
The same goes for outside, if you don't want to do a risky thing, then he won't ask for it, but he'll try again in a few months, but in a subtle way. He'll casually bring it up, ask if it's ok to try again, and if you say no, then he won't ask anymore. If you say yes, well, we all know his response, don't we?
๐ -> ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐
Hyugo's stamina is impressive. He's trained himself on how to last a long time and how to keep going without any use of drugs or anything medical.
Just pure training and dignity. Now, if Hyugo's gone weeks to near months without sex, then he can be quick to run out of stamina. But he's quick to recover and start again to give you the perfect "Welcome Home" sex you both deserve.
Hyugo's not the type to stop if you don't finish. He'll keep going until you let yourself let go, to let yourself cum around his cock or tongue, whichever he decides to use on you.
๐ -> ๐๐ ๐ช๐ค
Hyugo loves to use toys on you and him. It's fun, it's intense, and most importantly, it's pleasurable.
Hyugo would love to use a vibrator that has a remote control with it. Those are his favorite out of all of them. Just watching your facial expressions and body language gives him so much joy.
He'll tease you, keeping the vibrations on low until he decides to sudden raise it all the way up, making your body jerk and a surprise whimper escape you. Especially if you're talking to someone. If he sees you talking to someone about anything while having a vibrator in you, he's not hesitating when he starts to raise the vibration levels all the way up for a few seconds then back down, repeating it over and over, making the person you were talking to confused and concered.
And he'll casually come over to you while keeping the vibrator on high, placing a hand on your shoulder, squeezing just enough to make you look at him and that shit-eating grin he has, his face a mock of concern.
"What's wrong? Something tickling your nerves?~" His voice is laced with teasing and feign concern. But in his hand, he's messing with the control again, moving it at a low vibration and then back up to a high and then back low, keeping it there to let you breathe.
He'd let you finish eventually, just not before he had his fill of the fun.
And he wouldn't protest if you wanted him to wear one too. He'd willingly buy another one just for you to use on him. And when you have that control, he can't help but fucking love it.
To suddenly feel a high vibration in him unexpectedly makes his body tremble with need, to the point where it becomes difficult to walk from how hard and turned on he is by this.
It's thrilling, and by the end of the class period, he's practically begging you to let him finish, unable to take this torture you were giving him. and two times out of ten you'd say yes.
The other eight times? Well, he'd whine and groan and protest when you deny him of his near-orgasms. But he never hates it. It's the opposite, in fact.
When you take control like that, he gives you all of it until he decides that he wants a turn instead.
And once you let him cum, it's an intense and body-shuddering experience, barely any time to undo his jeans to release himself in a hidden area.
And yet, he always asks for more at the end of the day.
๐ -> ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ
Hyugo can be a little unfair at times. Especially when he's teasing you.
When Hyugo decides to be the top, he'll do everything to make things unfairโif he thinks you deserve it. Like if you were talking to someone that he had mentioned that he didn't like around you, it didn't matter if you were talking about the homework assignments or about the weather.
Hyugo will punish you for it. And what better way to punish you than to use your own body against you?
One thing he'd keep you from doing is cumming, from finding that perfect bliss that you so desperately seek while you're tied down on your bed, your hands bound together with simple cloth he found in your dresser drawer.
It doesn't matter how much you whine or beg, Hyugo will always make sure that you learn a lesson about going against him and his wishes.
His hands could be in between your legs, rubbing your clit, moving his middle finger down your increasingly wet folds, watching as your breathing becomes higher, your body arching into his touch, getting so close to that perfect bliss and heaven.
And suddenly you'd feel his hand withdrawal, making you snap your eyes open and land on him and his serious face, confused and hot, your body aching from the loss of his fingers.
"H-Hyugo, why did you stop? I was sooo close.." You whined, shifting on the bed but not having much movement from your hands being tied to the bed post.
He watches you for a moment, thinking, his eyes tracking every little movement you made, the whine you'd let out. He tilted his head slightly.
"Oh? You were close, hm?" He asked, though the way he asked it sent shivers down your spine. You nodded. He leaned in close, close to your face that his nose grazed yours, his lips just inches away from him.
You thought he was going to kiss you, to put his hand back on you and continue. But nothing came of that.
"Too bad." He'd say harshly, pulling away from you, leaving you confused and blinking at him, shifting again on the bed.
"W-What..?"
He raised an eyebrow at you, seeing your confused and flushed expression. "Are you really asking me that? Don't you remember what you did?"
Your brows furrowed from his questions, even more bewildered than before. You shook your head again. "What are you talking about?"
He sighed, shaking his head. "Do you remember that guy you were talking to today?" He asked, and before you could answer, his hand went back in between your thighs, his middle and ring finger immediately pushing inside you, making you gasp and moan, your legs opening a little more for him.
"Hm? Do you remember?" He asked, pulling his fingers out of you suddenly, until only his fingertips remained. You scattered your thoughts in your head, trying to remember what guy you talked to today. And then you remembered, nodding quickly.
"Y-Yes. What about him?"
Hyugo pushed his fingers back into you, making you cry out once again.
"Do you remember what I said about him?" He asked, his voice low and dark when he spoke. You couldn't think properly with his fingers pumping into you deep and hard, as if punishing you with his fingers.
When you didn't answer, he pulled his fingers out of you again, making you whine and whimper from the loss. You didn't understand why he was taking away your pleasure like this.
You couldn't remember, so you shook your head again, which only made him sigh again, reaching up to pinch your nipple hard enough to make you cry, arching into the pain involuntarily, making your nipple harder than it already was.
"I told you to not talk to him. I told you to not go near him because of how he makes me feel uncomfortable when he's around you." He told you, pinching your nipple once again before pulling away, leaving you panting and aching for more.
You couldn't recall his words, not at first. When you still said nothing, he lightly smacked your pussy, making you flinch from the feeling.
"I-I don't remember..!" You whined at him, shifting once again. You were on the verge of tears, from him pulling away like this, from the treatment that went beyond just playful teasing.
This was a punishment. Torture on your body. He was a little disappointed that you didn't remember. He leaned in close again, pushing his fingers back inside you, making you gasp, a single tear falling down your cheek.
"Then I'll help you remember. And make you never forget."
He kept doing that, pushing and pumping his fingers in you, letting you get so close to the edge only for him to pull away, leaving you hot and bothered and so very desperate.
He kept asking if you remembered, and when you said no, he'd punish you again. And again. Again.
Again.
And when you're sobbing and muttering apologies repeatedly, only then does he decide that you've had enough, letting you cum finally on his fingers.
Once you're down from your high, he grabs your chin firmly, making you look at him as he leaned in so close to your face.
"If you ever go against my wishes, the next punishment will be far worse." And he'd place a gentle and loving kiss on your lips.
That was the one and only time you've ever disobeyed Hyugo's boundaries.
๐ -> ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐
Is Hyugo quiet during intimacy? Fuck no.
Hyugo isn't the type to be quiet. Especially during this. He wants to be loud, to be heard by whoever is walking past or whoever is listening through the walls. Even when you try to make him be quiet, he'll only just become louder, moaning vulgar and dirty words, no longer just whispering them to you.
He never wants to be quiet, he hates it. He wants to know if he's giving you the pleasure you deserve, and hearing you moan and make such beautiful sounds like that tells him he's doing good. Why wouldn't he want to do the same for you?
Though, when you try to make him shut up, it's more out of defiance that he becomes louder, silently daring you to keep trying to make him become quiet again.
And you don't, effectively giving up on trying to tell him that you have neighbors that don't need to listen to what you two are doing. And eventually he does quiet down.
Whenever he feels like it, but then he always ends up being loud towards the end.
๐ -> ๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ฃ๐
Hyugo is a big foodie, so it's only natural that he uses some sweet ingredients to incorporate it into pleasure, yes?
It doesn't matter, it just has to be sweet. Hyugo hates spicy, and it can go very south very quickly. But with sweets? Nope. It's delicious, easy to clean up if it tries to slip inside you. He's there in a flash, licking between your breasts and your inner thighs.
He loves it if the sweet treat is cold, he loves the way you shiver from the feeling, the way you beg so prettily for him to clean you up with somethingโanything to help clean up the sticky feeling on your body.
And he does, he just cleans you with his tongue, getting every little sticky part of your skin.
๐ -> ๐-โ๐๐ช
There's not much that I can do for this one, the most I can think of for this one is his thoughts.
Most of the time, Hyugo doesn't have any thoughts, just the animalistic need to fill you up to the brim until you can't walk properly. But there are those moments when he has a hint of a thought process.
"God this feels so good."
"Is she enjoying this as much as I am?"
"Her body responds more from this angle."
Fleeting thoughts, but thoughts mostly about your pleasure, of making sure that you feel good and wonderful and everything nice.
๐ -> ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐
Hyugo is a BIG yearner. He yearns from just the simplest touch from you. It doesn't matter if it's innocent or not. He just wants you to touch him.
He'll beg, whine, plead with you to just touch him. Touch his chest, his hair, any part of his body is yours for the taking.
He wants your lips on his skin, on his lips, kissing or biting. He wants all your gentle and rough touches. He can't help himself but to yearn and obsess over the way you touch him.
It sends sparks all over inside and out of him, and if you hadn't touched him at all that day? He wouldn't even think twice before getting on his knees, burying his face into your stomach, a soft sob escaping him.
"P-Please.. I've missed you. Just.. touch me. Hold me. Love me. I can't bear another moment without your touch..!" He begs softly, nuzzling his face into your stomach.
You blink, not expecting him to be so touch-starved like this. Once he feels you place your hand in his hair, a soft broken sob escapes him once again, lifting his head enough to make you cup his cheek, his face nuzzling into your touch immediately.
You never questioned his need for your touch, you'd just touch him wherever he wanted or needed for however long he needed it to be and then he's all better a few hours later.
โค -> โค๐ซ๐ซ
After the deed is done, Hyugo doesn't immediately fall asleep, he knows about aftercare too.
He's making sure you're comfortable in bed, tucking you into the blankets with a gentle smile, going to grab some snack and drinks, then coming back to put on your favorite moving and to cuddle with you.
He'd feed you a few of the snacks, feeding you with a satisfied smile, happy to have given you all the pleasure you could ever need and have desire for.
And eventually, in the warm atmosphere of the aftermath of sex, the movie playing in the background, stomachs full of snacks and the fizzy drinks, that's when he falls asleep in your arms, unable to stay awake anymore.
You never minded it. He gave you everything he had.
Are you okay? Youโve been very inactive. Are you sick?
Hello, my little lovelies!
A quick little thingy. This isn't the first message I've received like this but I'm just going to answer this one because I can give better context.
So, this was asked on the 30th of March when I had stopped writing for a hot minute, which I do apologize for just vanishing like that.
I'm currently trying to find another job, one that makes more money and also one that doesn't keep changing my hours constantlyโwhich was one of the reasons why I hadn't posted. My bosses (plural because I have two) changes my hours constantly from being overworked to not getting enough hours.
I take public transportation because I don't have a car at the moment because 1. Gas prices in America are ridiculous and 2. because I don't have enough money to buy even a used car. But since I take public transportation, it takes me an hour and a half to get to work and my female boss (the one who mostly does the scheduling) is only giving me three and a half hours three out of seven days of the week.
I do still have the 5-8 hours shifts, but it's not necessarily a set thing until the day comes (they change it because of new hires).
So that's one of the reasons why I've been so iffy when posting. Another reason is because of burnout.
When I started this blog, I didn't think that I'd become this well-liked in the community, not that I don't like it, I love all my little lovelies. And I get messages and questions about requests for tkatb and I am in the middle of trying to get a few done at the moment.
But because of how much of the writing I'm behind on and trying to catch up on writing nearly all of the questions and also working, it tends to be a lot. I am pretty bad with my time, I have time blindness, which also plays a part of in the middle of the week when I'm supposed to be writing but pushing it off until the last minute because of procrastination and thinking I'll have the time to post more than just one on Saturday (it never works like that sadly-).
But while I'm on the topic of writing, there are a few questions that I've been asked for a writing piece. There was one in particular that I won't be doing and it's the one that someone asked me to write the reader with a heart condition.
I'm not doing that. Main reason is that I have a heart condition and it hits a little too close to home for me and I get it that it'll bring awareness to the matter, but it's a personal thing that I won't write about. Sorry.
I'm still writing, yes, and I will be posting later this week, mainly on Thursday, so be patient until then.
And also, even though I said that I'd keep my inbox always open, there are more than ten requests that are in my inbox that I want to write and I have about another ten requests that are in my drafts that I want to finish (which is my fault because I cannot focus on one thing ๐) so temporarily, my inbox will be closed.
So please, be patient and a little understanding. Thank you.
I just finished it and, might I say, it's pretty good. I liked it! I like the concept of it and the voice? It gets me every time ๐
But that being said, if anyone has played it (or is interested in playing it) I'd like to know if anyone else likes it.
How would you all, my little lovelies, feel about reading something from me about this game? I really like it and had been thinking about writing something else besides TKATB fics.
Listen, I do love TKATB, I love writing it, but I need more variety. I did write a 14dwy fic, but I don't have an updated version of it so I can't write anything from that fandom again because of my lack of knowledge from the game play.
And I've thought about doing the TFC fics too, since I've played it, have the game, read the creators blog and everything. But honestly, I haven't done anything else because of all of your opinions.
Sure, my main focus will be TKATB, that's my whole blog, really. But I also think it's good to have more than just the same things being written over and over, you know?
Well, those are my thoughts for the moment. Here's a poll:
๐๐ช๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐๐ค: You've had a bad day, stressed with studies and work. The men noticed, and their way to make your day better? Wearing something that'll make you laughโor make you forget your problems entirely.
โ๐ ๐ฅ๐: โ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ผ โ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป: So, this was inspired by @batatisart and their lovely art of Crowe.
I tried to download it from my laptop and phone, and I cannot for the life of me get it to download, but it's a picture Crowe in lingerie. It's lovely โจ
But here's a link to that: https://www.tiktok.com/@batatisart/photo/7529927894580219144?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc
You should go look at their other art, I love how they draw the characters. So, I couldn't help myself to NOT write about it.
Enjoy!~
You dragged your feet up the stairs of your apartment complex, exhausted and in need of a nap. You were tired, to say the least. You've been busy mostly with work, working nearly every day for eight hours, which of course didn't help with your schoolwork.
You've told your boyfriend, Sol, about it. Not that he hadn't already noticed it, from the way you wore the same outfit three days in a row at school to you practically falling asleep while walking home. He noticed it, and to say he hasn't tried everything he thought of to help you.
Helping you with your schoolwork? He actually tried to do it for you. Secretly adding sleeping pills to your tea? You barely drank anything he made for you from being too busy. Going on a date? Cancelled at the last minute because you forgot to do a book assignment.
He was starting to worry about you, more than normal. He would constantly text you to remind you of how much you need to rest, to take breaks. But you always brushed them off.
But then he stopped texting you yesterday, not a single "Hey" or "Did you sleep?" You didn't know why he suddenly stopped, but you figured that he just gave up on the topic.
Though, knowing Sol, it's never that simple.
You yawned as you reached your apartment door, reaching for your key to realize that your door was unlocked. How do you know that? Because the door was slightly open, not much for other people to notice. But since dating Sol, you realized that he always finds a way in.
You opened the door and went into your apartment, expecting Sol to be standing in your living room or kitchen or something. But you didn't see him anywhere. Weird.
But then you heard a noise in your bedroomโa sneeze actually. You let out a soft tired chuckle, taking your shoes off and heading to your bedroom.
"Sol? What are you doing here nowโ" You stopped short when you opened your door, your bag sliding off your shoulder as you took in the scene before you.
It was Sol indeed. But he was sitting on your bed, wearing a dark green corset lingerie that showed off his waist and hips and those long legs. And that noticeable sized bulge just at the curve of the lingerie between those legs.
His face was a deep shade of red that you've never seen before from him, leaning back on his palms of his hands on your bed, as if he was pretending to be there this whole time.
You stared at him for a moment before clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh that threatened to come up. He noticed, which made his face redder, turning his gaze away from yours.
"D-Don't laugh.. I just thought... I saw it for sale. And I thought you might like it." He forced out, as if saying it out loud might make this better. Less awkward for him.
And boy did it make it better for you.
You stride over to him, a slow smirk appearing on your face as you saw him shift slightlyโsubtle shift but a shift nonetheless. You gently cupped his chin, turning his face to make him look at you.
He looked up at you, his white pupils dilating slightly the longer he looked at you. You scanned his face for a moment, your smirk softening a little.
"You look adorable, Sol."
Those wordsโthe softness of how you said itโmade his heart skip a beat, maybe two beats. His breath hitched softly, his lips parted ever so slightly as he just... stared at you.
You thought that you might've broken his brain, if he didn't sudden pull you closer, landing a hard and desperate kiss on your lips. His hands came up, holding your head still as he kissed you. Reluctantly, he eventually pulled away, his face bright red still.
Cute.
"You always know how to make me feel better.. I hope that I've made you feel better as well, Pumpkin."
The way he says that nickname sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, straight to the pit of your stomach that made you feel warm and tingly. You simply put your hands on his chest, feeling his heart race underneath your palms.
"Made my whole week better, but.. I can't help but wonder if this would look better on my floor..~"
Before he could question what you meant, you pushed him down on your bed, making him lay down, running your hands over his stomach, touching the firmness of the corset.
He didn't stop you, in fact, he shivered under your touch, desperate for this. For you.
Crowe didn't know what was wrong. You wouldn't even tell him.
He asksโpractically begs you to tell him what has gotten you so overworked. And you'd tell him the same thing every time.
"I'm busy, Crowe. I can't talk right now."
You knew that you were keeping him at arm's length, but you couldn't help it. You told yourself over and over that you needed to focus, to bring up your grades even though they are fine where they are. But fine wasn't good enough.
You needed to be better, to ensure that you'd pass. But studying late at night and getting lack of sleep didn't go hand in hand.
You've been coming to school with dark circles under your eyes, falling asleep in the middle of class. It made Crowe worry even more if he wasn't worried before.
He didn't understand why you wouldn't let him help, and he had enough of it one day.
He had taken one of your textbooks, and he wouldn't give it back to you, not until you finally and begrudgingly agreed to come over to his place. And even then, he wasn't going to give it back to you until you actually showed up, not just say you will and not do it.
Which is why you were standing at his front door, hesitating before knocking three times. You didn't even have to wait very long when the door opened, revealing Crowe, his hair messy in that loose side braid, as if he had been messing with it before you arrived.
He gave you that gentle smile, the one that always made your heart flutter in its chest.
"You came..." He said it so softly, seemingly a little surprised that you actually came over to his place.
You raised an eyebrow at him. "You took my textbook for me to be here. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Oh.. right. The book." He sounded almost disappointed, like he took your words as they were. You were here for the book. Nothing else. You felt a little guilty, but he covered that expression with another smile that didn't reach his eyes as before, moving to the side to let you in.
You went inside, taking off your shoes at the door. He closed the door behind you, and you could hear the soft breath he let out, like he was nervous about something. But what?
He turned to you, his deep blue eyes looking into yours for a moment before pointing to his stairs, looking away.
"The book is just in my room upstairs. Would you mind waiting at the end of the stairs while I go get it?"
You nodded, a little confused why he wanted you to wait downstairs and not come with him to grab it and go. "Sure."
He gave a simple nod and headed to the stairs, his pace a little faster than it normally is as he climbed up. You sighed softly and waited by the stairs as instructed, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.
As the seconds turned to minutes, you wondered what was taking him so goddamn long to find your textbook. Did he lose it? No, Crowe is more responsible than that. He was always careful with your things. And then you heard him call out your name from his room.
"Could you come up, please? I can't seem to find it..!"
Did he actually lose it?! You let out an irritated sigh, running your hand over your face, but you headed up the stairs, up to his room.
"Crowe, I don't have time for this." You told him as you opened the door. And, God, was it something you didn't expect to find.
Crowe was laying in his bed, his hair down and messy, one arm over his pillow. His black stocking-clad legs closed and bent slightly, but the black silk lingerie gown did nothing to hide his delicate thighs, the cut on the side riding up high enough to see his waist under the crisscross lace. The neckline of the gown low enough to see his delicious pecks of man.
His cheeks were a shade darker, dusted from his blushing hot face. He let you gawk at him for a second longer before swallowing hard, his voice coming out softer and more flustered than intended to.
"Do you find anything i-interesting..?"
You couldn't speak. Couldn't think. This was the least thing you'd expected from Crowe. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the sight.
A slow smirk appeared on your face. "So this is why you begged me to come over."
He looked away from your gaze for a moment, then looked back, letting his fingers graze down to the end of the silk lingerie. Your eyes tracked the movement.
"Was it worth your time?" He said it softly, a hint of something else underneath. But the question made you pause for a second.
It made you think of all those times you pushed him away, brushed him off with the same sentence again and again.
You made your way over to him, climbing onto his bed, crawling over to him that made him hold his breath. When you were close enough to him, your face inches from his, you placed a gentle hand over his on his thigh.
"It was worth every sliver of a moment with you that led to this." You said it as a whisper, but it was everything he was clinging onto, every word spoken from you was like a scripter he was desperate to keep to himself.
You leaned in, placing a soft yet tender kiss on his lips. He leaned into it; he always leans into everything you give him. The kiss lingered a few second longer before you pulled away, and only then did he let out a shaky breath he was holding back.
You meant what you said.
Every moment that involved Crowe was worth your time, even if you didn't show it a lot.
๐๐ ๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ.
Lately, Geo has been a little... too observant. You can feel his eyes boring holes into you whenever you were around him.
It felt like you were being observed under a microscope, like he was trying to solve a really difficult puzzle and that puzzle just so happens to be you.
And you knew it was because he could tell how exhausted you were. Working overtime, more than you should be. He notices the way you drag your feet, how you looked dazed out.
Of course he notices. This is Geo Oogami, a silent observer. He never asked you if you were ok, never asked if you needed help with anything. That wasn't who Geo was, he never asks, never assumes.
Just notices. Observes. Calculates.
And it was to your surprise that he came up to you during passing period between classes to tell you to come see him at his apartment after your last class.
You blinked at him, opening your mouth to respond back to him, but he cut you off by turning and leaving you at your lockerโpresumably to go to his home. He didn't even ask you if you were busy, he just commanded you to come over.
Well, lucky for him, today was your day off from work. Strange how he knew when to ask you to come over when you didn't even tell him your schedule. Weird.
You decided to entertain him and go to his apartment. You didn't know what he had in store for you, but there was a tight tug in your stomach, clutching and pulling tighter the closer you got to his apartment door.
You didn't even get the chance to knock on his door when you got a text from him.
"It's unlocked."
You didn't know what was scarier; Geo knowing your right outside his door or the fact that he just left his door unlocked. Probably both.
You swallowed hard as you reached out, your hand grasping and tightening around the knob of the door before turning and opening it.
Oh God.
You saw Geo in his living room immediately, placing down a tray of two cups of tea on his kotatsu, wearing a deep purple see through lingerie nightgown that had little flowers around the cup of the breast area, a matching-colored robe with fur cuffs on the end of the sleeves accompanied the outfit. He had boxers on underneath it, but his toned chest and stomach was on full display.
He noticed you, which made him stand straight, putting a hand on his hip, his face unreadable. It reminded you of a mother looking down a child that did something bad.
He stared at you for a moment before moving to sit down on the mat placement by the kotatsu, his robe moving like a cape. You stayed but the door, unsure if you should keep gawking and admiring him or run away as fast as you can.
But he didn't let you think of your options too long when he snapped his fingers, pointing to you, giving you a sharp look. He bent his finger to him, beckoning you to come closer to him.
You took off your shoes and closed the door behind you, moving closer to him, your feet barely making any noise as you walked on the hardwood floor of his apartment.
You took a seat next to him, on the mat that he had placed right next to him. Suddenly, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close until your head was on his shoulder. You could feel the warmth of his skin seeping through the thin robe, his fingers burying themselves into your hair, nails gently scraping against your scalp.
You didn't say anything, your face burning hot as you kept your hands in your lap.
"This is a one-time thing." He suddenly said, his voice vibrating into your ears. "It's to help brighten your mood. Is it working?"
He waited for your response, his question hanging in the air for a moment. You turned your head a little on his shoulder, looking up at him.
"Can I take a picture of you like this?" Such a dangerous question to ask, but you couldn't help yourself. Seeing him like this... it was much different than how you're used to him.
His jaw clenched slightly, a small shift in movement, barely noticeable. But you noticed. He swallowed hard before letting out a forced sigh.
"One picture."
You smiled happily at that, leaning in more into his shoulder.
"Then yes. This brightened my mood."
You felt him relax a little, as if feeling at ease that he could at least help in some way to make you think of something else other than work.
Even if it was out of his comfort zone. Maybe that's what made this better. Knowing that Geo has a very small and hidden soft spot for you.
Hyugo texted you in the middle of lunch periodโa very vague and obscure text that made you stare at his message for a few minutes too long.
"I'm in your apartment. Come get me.~"
It was such an out-of-the-blue text, making you confused. How did he get into your apartment? Why was he in your apartment? What was he doing in your apartment?
You didn't really think too long about it when you started moving, practically sprinting down the halls to exit the school building.
You didn't think he would just show up to your apartment like this. Even after you told him that you were busy all week. For someone who's usually M.I.A. he shows up in the most inconvenient of times. And today was not the day to play around in your apartment!
You would've hoped he understood when you turned him down for game night, needing to study for upcoming tests. You have no time for his games and plots.
You jogged to your apartment complex, almost tripping over yourself to climb up the stairs of the building. By the time you got to your apartment door, you were out of breath, panting softly to catch your breath.
You opened the door, heading inside to find Hyugo leaning on your couch, one knee pressed against the couch cushions, his other leg stretched to the floor, keeping him balanced, one hand resting on the top of your couch.
You stopped at the sight of himโspecifically what he was wearing.
He wore this light pastel blue body suit with a heart neckline that was lined with white fur and little bow ties on the hip of the bodysuit, his lower half was wearing a darker shade of a blue garter belt, connected to a dark blue laced stocking.
He gave you a sly smirk, as if what he was wearing and the position he was in wasn't.. provocative.
"Wow, you got here faster than I thought.~" He teased, moving to get off the couch, strutting over to you. You stared at him, feeling your face becoming hot.
Now this wasn't what you had in mind. You didn't know what you were thinking he was doing when you got here but seeing him wearing that.. was not it.
He stopped in front of you, placing his hands on his hips, tilting his head slightly, his baby blue eyes scanning your flushed face. "What's wrong? Cat caught your tongue?~" His voice was playful and teasing, as if silently daring you to keep looking at him.
You looked away from him, placing a hand over your mouth, trying to look anywhere else but him. Anywhere that didn't show how tight that bodysuit was on him. You exhaled slowly out of your nose, trying to make your brain think.
"Hyugo.. I-I don't have time to entertain your games." You finally forced out. But he moved closer, gently grabbing your wrist that your hand was hovering over your mouth, gently tugging enough to make you look at him.
He gave you a pout, his bottom lip quivering just slightly, but you noticed it because of how close he was. His expression made his face look more boyish. Curse him.
"You've been busy all week, and it seems like you never have enough time to spend with me." His voice sounded a little sad, the playfulness toned down just a little, but it was still there.
He lightly tugged on your wrist again, pulling you close enough to make you sit on the couch, his hands moving to your shoulders to make sure you sit fully down.
You gave him a stern look. "Hyugo, I've told you that I need to spend my time studying. I don't have timeโ"
He leaned in quicker than you could comprehend, his lips crashing onto yours. The kiss was deep and tender, one of his hands moving to cup your cheek, his tongue moving to pry your mouth open, tasting and exploring yours.
It lasted only a few seconds before he pulled away a little, a string of saliva connecting to your lips before it broke as you let out an exhale of a breath.
His eyes were a little darker than before, his knee moving to rest in between your legs, making you tense up slightly.
"You've been working so hard.. please. Forget about everything else. Just pay attention to me. Only me, promise?"
He said it so softly, a near mumble of words against your lips. Oh God, how could you say no to a voice like that? Especially with the lingerie he was wearing, the way he looked at you.
Finally giving in, you moved your hands to his hips, feeling the lace of the garter belt and the warmth of his hips, pulling him slightly closer.
"Fine. You want my attention so bad? You have it."
He smiled triumphantly, clearly pleased with himself that his plan for my attention had finally worked. He leaned in again, kissing you deeply like before, but hungrier rather than tender. He moved closer, moving to straddle on your lap, your hands tightening on his hips.
You couldn't believe that you let yourself give up so easily to Hyugo. But if it was between giving him attention and giving up on seeing him for another week?
So, I live with cats. 4 cats specifically (three they already had and I just gave them another one last year)
And there's one particular cat that's my roommate's cat who is this fat orange cat who's grumpy who doesn't like any other cat.
And last night I came home to find my laptop broken, because my roommate's cat and the cat I gave him were fighting and they both jumped on my laptop, cracking the screen of my laptop.
... So yea, now I'm writing on my phone which is takes a lot longer than on my laptop. And I can't get a new one until Friday because I get paid on this Friday.
I will be posting later tonight because I was busy this weekend (surprising, huh?) and also I just work better late at night (hence why I post mostly late at night or early morning).
Sorry for the delay, but here's that little smidge of an update!
I love your blog so much. Iโm very picky about the way things are written but the way you write is just perfect.
Oh my God, hi!!
Thank you so much! I'm glad that you enjoy my writings! I haven't written in a while up until last year and I never thought so many people would enjoy what I write and how I write them.
So this just means so much to me and it gives me confidence to write more and better!
Little fun fact about me: my first time ever writing a fanfic was in the fifth grade when I had written an oc of mine into the Naruto universe.
... A little cringy of younger me, but I was just getting into anime then and I was just a little obsessed with the characters then. And I was, like, ten at the time!
Anyways, thank you so much! I love when all my little lovelies give me these encouragements. It makes me feel less embarrassed about my writings!
Hello again, my little lovelies! I was just thinking about all the unfinished writing I need to work on when a thought came to mind: why not write more that's completely NOT what I'm supposed to be doing??
I am writing all the others, I promise, but there are times where I just get random ideas that I just HAVE to do or write about immediately! Or else I won't be able to sleep at night (not that I ever really do anyways ;-;)
Anyways, here's a poll!
โ๐๐ ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ ๐๐๐!
๐ฝ๐๐!๐๐ ๐
๐ฝ๐๐!โ๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐
๐ฝ๐๐!โ๐ช๐ฆ๐๐
๐ฝ๐๐!๐พ๐๐
Voting ended onMar 20
I thought about this earlier this morning and thought how fun it would be to write the main men as women. But I didn't know which one to do and I really don't want to do all of them at the moment. ^^"
I tried to do another poll on this same post but I can't do that sadly, so I'd also like to know which gender you'd want me to write in.
Last weekend I was particularly busy (along with a few days ago and even now) so I haven't gotten around to posting much of anything yet. I thought about posting yesterday but since it was my only day off for a whole week from work, I used it to sleep and continue writing a few requested stories.
So, this weekend (Saturday and Sunday) that is when I will be posting the stories I have written and finished and most likely will be posting on Monday also.
But if I don't post on a weekend, be sure to know that I will post at least one or two things on the weekday instead. This week has been particularly busy time for me (since my job is getting busier and demanding more of my time because summer is getting closer again). Another reason why I ask you all so much to have patience with me.
I am not a fast writer like iyayadonna is and I only started to get back into writing a year ago (when I started this account as a writing account) since I haven't written since the seventh or eighth grade of middle school (written stories like these, not in general). Which is why I don't post like five to ten stories a day and such.
So, do not fret, I've just been working a lot and my boss has no idea how to give anyone else hours like they're giving me ๐ (I am the only adult that can work the early morning shifts and everyone else is a highschooler who can't work the mornings).
โ๐ ๐ฅ๐: โ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ผ โ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป: I thought about this during work the other day and I just COULDN'T NOT write about it!
And I don't wanna hear "Anginophobia, what about the requests we asked for?" I'm getting to them! I'm literally writing three of them all at one because my brain cannot focus for the life of me. Patience, please.
And don't think I'm not reading the comments. I am. I may not reply to some of them, but I'm reading them. The demand for Hyugo is high.
So here! It's something to think about.
Enjoy!~
We all heard about reverse Sol, reverse Crowe, hell even reverse Geo. But what about reverse Hyugo? Why doesn't our man Hyugo have a reverse version? Is it because he's too complicated? Too sassy? Or is it because he's a side character?
Whatever the case may be, it is unacceptable for Hyugo to not be included in the reverse TKATB world! So, I've thought on the idea, and I believe I can do justice for poor Hyugo.
๐น๐๐ค๐๐๐ค ~
โ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ช/๐ธ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ฅ๐ฆ๐๐ - We all know that Hyugo is a sassy short fuck, you give him attitude and he throws it right back harder than you could imagine. But reverse Hyugo? He's on a whole different level.
He's sarcastic, intense, add a little bit of dark humor and a dash of flirtatious indifference and you got yourself a reverse Hyugo.
Unlike normal Hyugo, reverse version of him is blunt. Not just a tiny bit, the man is ruthlessly blunt. He won't care if he hurts your feelings, he says it as he sees it, doesn't even matter if he knows you or not. You come up to him to say something; he'll give it right back ten times, could be good or bad, he's going to give it back very bluntly, so prepare yourself with that.
I imagine reverse Hyugo to be more.. colder. Like his face would say "fuck with me and I'll fuck with you" if facial expressions could talk. And you can take that in any way you want; it goes for every way, but it leans towards more trying to actually fuck him up rather than just fucking him, but hey, if you're delusional enough, it doesn't matter (I know that sounds contradicting).
Is he a little stalkerish? Maybe. Not in the Sol kind, but it's more like if you catch his interest, then he's gonna find out more about you, illegally or not.
๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ค - He still loves detective movies and video games, but they're more... intense? I feel like reverse Hyugo would watch more psychological and darker crime shows and movies, something that'll make a normal person sick to their stomach type of dark. Does it affect him? No way. He's used to it.
But to reverse Geo? He questions his brother with much concern, but he never says anything out loud, just lets him be, almost like he's afraid of what would happen if he said something to his brother.
And it's not to say that goes for video games as well. Video games for normal Hyugo is more competitive, more rage baiting than anything. For reverse Hyugo it's more murder and surviving to the end, testing the limits of the mind of the video game characters.
When it comes to cooking and baking, reverse Hyugo knows how to do both rather than burning one thing and making the other amazingly. Does normal Hyugo know how to cook? Well, yes, but to a limited extent. Reverse version of him can cook like Sol in a way, just with less drugging and more enjoyment of the meal and dessert afterwards, whether it be an actual dessert or you.~
๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ค - I was going to draw him, so you guys have a visual aspect of how I view him, but I know that I'll feel very embarrassed and have the urge to just take it down, so, I'll just describe him very detailed (if anyone wants to draw him, please mention me so I can see :> ) (i'll probably still draw him tho)
Let's start with his hair. How I imagine reverse Hyugo's hair would still be as long as it usually is, but it wouldn't be tied in that white ribbon. No, it would be down, fully. And it's still blue, but his roots and the ends of his hair is black (I just can't imagine his hair not being black before blue).
His clothing would be just a tiny bit different. For example: he doesn't wear his green sweater vest. He still wears his white button-up shirt and the long black sleeves underneath, but his white shirt is messy; it's halfway tucked in with some wrinkles. And that white ribbon? It's wrapped around his hand, easy to grab when convenient and if need be.
His jeans I was kind of in between on, but I feel like that he has at least a few rips in them: either from fighting, his "work" or just for the aesthetic.
His shoes are the same because they're good shoes.
Now, his looks can be controversial, but like I said, this is just how I imagine him like if he was reversed. If you have any other ideas of how he should look, personally, I'd like to read them.
โ๐๐ฝ๐ ~
What is reverse Hyugo like in the bedroom, you ask? Well, the opposite of his normal self, of course.
He's still a switch, but he leans more towards being a dom and top rather than the sub and bottom. He's more a pleasure top than a power top. You may have the high grounds in the height area, but he'll be sure to get you on your knees before the night ends.
He's subtle about it, making sure it's you that only knows what he's whispering into your ear, making sure that it's you that only knows how he's touching you.
But if you want to be the top? He'll allow it with no hesitation, he'll let you take control and see what you'll do when it's him on his knees for you. But as soon as you let your guard down, he'll take the chance to switch, to make you beg and plead for him instead.
๐ฝ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐ ๐ - His voice. Straight up, it's his voice. If you think normal Hyugo is ready to get down and dirty, just wait for the opposite version of him.
Just imagine this - you two are getting freaky; heavy breathing, clothes fluttering down onto the floor of your apartment, everything is heated. Then he's pushing you down onto your bed, he's on top, leaning down to your ear to say:
"You gonna sing pretty for me?~"
I mean, come on! Who wouldn't sing for him like that? And don't even start on the way he just switches to Japanese mid praise.
It's like he's having a normal conversation instead of trying to make you melt like putty under his touch and gaze. He's completely unfazed but he knows full well how it's effecting you, and it makes him want to keep going, even if you're overly sensitive.
๐ฝ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐ โ๐ ๐ค๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ - You're sitting in his lap while he's sitting down on the couch or bed, his eyes having full view of your body, his hands having easy access to touch you whenever he wants.
It's so intoxicating how you moan and move on him, and he can't help himself but to watch and listen, making mental notes of what feels good to you. Something he can do again when it's him on top of you next time.
He'll lean in, whispering and biting your skinโhard enough to leave visible teeth marks but to never break skin. Reverse Hyugo has no interest in hurting you unless you beg him so prettilyโif you like it really rough though. If you can't handle it, he won't do it anymore. Ever. No matter how much you beg and whine and cry for it.
Remember, reverse Hyugo is a pleasure top, not a power top.
๐ป๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ - What is he like dating wise? Well, it's... interesting, to say the least.
It can be taken in a good or bad way. Reverse Hyugo is extremely possessive and can get jealous really easily. It doesn't matter what happened, if he sees something he doesn't like, be ready to be punished for it later, and yes, being punished in the way that you're thinking.
He uses sex as a weapon and a reward. He can take it away just as easy as giving it to you. He'll still care for you; making you dinner, being near you, just never touching for too long, not lingering any closer than any normal couple would be. And it drives you insane to the point where you beg for his forgiveness. And he milks it. He'll let it go on for a few more days before giving you what you want, and holy it's far greater than if he would have given in days ago.
If both of you are out in public, he'll hold onto you tightly, making sure that you're always close to him, as if making sure that everyone knows that you are not single.
He'll hold onto your waist, hands, put his arm around your shoulders, whatever he can get his hands on you, he'll hold you there. And if someone stares for too long? He won't hesitate to grab your face to make you look at him so he could kiss you deeply, using his tongue to claim you, and he'll make sure the person who's staring is watching, daring the person to come and talk to you still.
They never do.
Remember when I said he's a little stalkerish? Well, he is, but it's more of a subtle way. He might see you in the halls and decide to walk a few distances away to see where you go. If he happens to walk by your work, then he'll walk by almost every day to see if you're working but he'll never go inside.
Reverse Hyugo is never the type of man to drug you or stalk you to an obsessive extent, he'll wait for you to notice him, he'll wait for you to come to him rather than him going to you.
In all honesty, I've been thinking about this for a while and noticed how literally NO ONE has thought about making reverse Hyugo. At least I haven't found any so far. I'm surprised that fantasia-kitt hasn't made one of him either, and they're the creator that wrote about Hyugo first than any of the other characters!
So, this is just how I imagine him; this intense and cold man that seems to only have a soft spot for you. Not necessarily a warm spot, but definitely a soft one.
I know everyone else has their own thoughts about Hyugo, and like I said before, I'd love to read about them and to know what others think about him. But reverse Hyugo is something is interesting me the more that I think about him. How he interacts with the other characters, especially with reverse Sol and reverse Geo.
Anyways, I hope this interests you all as well, my little lovelies, and you've enjoyed hearing my own twist on reverse Hyugo!
โ๐ ๐ฅ๐: โ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ผ โ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป: I was making this while I was sick before (I got over being sick only to freaking become sick AGAIN!) But it's not that bad this time. It's what happens when you have a horrible heart and a bad immune system TvT
I wrote this because I needed practice for my smut scenes so...
โ๏ธ(โโกโ)
Anyways, here you go, for all my Sol and Crowe fans!
Enjoy!!~
Youโve hadโฆ better ideas than this.
Much better ideas than this. And regretted a few. But you couldnโt decide if this was a regrettable decision or the best decision youโve ever made. All you tried to do was to get your two guy best friends to get along, is that too much to ask?
Apparently it is.
That morning, you had texted both of them separately, asking them to come over around noon for a movie you bought the day before. Sure, you didnโt say that the other one was coming as well, but there wasnโt any harm in a surprise, was there? At least you didnโt think so.
Crowe was the first to show up, ten minutes early. Not that it had bothered you. You had told him to wait on the couch while you finish getting everything ready. And he did just that, waiting patiently, thinking that it would be only you two. Until there was another knock on the door five minutes later, and it was none other than Sol. Who else would it have been, really?
But as soon as the two guys saw each other, the room feltโฆ tense. You could probably cut through the air with a knife from how suffocating it was.
You were sitting in between them on your couch, the movie playing in front of you three, but no one was watching it. Sol was busy throwing glares in Croweโs direction. Crowe was trying to focus on the movie, but obviously couldnโt because of Sol. And you were just.. there. Right in the middle of theirโฆ whatever this was they were doing.
This was so bad. You just wanted them to get along for one afternoon.
You reached for the popcorn on the coffee table, picking it up and offering some to Crowe first, being polite, trying to break the very uncomfortable silence.
โWould you like some popcorn?โ You gave him a gentle smile that made his heart skip a beat. Of course he took some, because it was you that was offering it to him. But the death glare Sol gave him didnโt go unnoticed from either of you.
You turned and offered some to Sol. โPopcorn?โ
He tore his gaze from Crowe to you, a gentle smile on his lips the moment he looked at you. He shook his head, not voicing his answer before going back to glare at Crowe for even existing in your presence.
And with that, the tension is back. You tried to ignore it, eating some popcorn of your own until Sol grabbed your wrist suddenly, making both you and Crowe look at him.
โPumpkin, your fingers are dirty,โ His red-orange eyes flicked to Crowe for a brief moment, as if making sure he was looking before looking back to you. โLet me clean you up.โ
You blinked in confusion, unsure of what he meant by that. โSol, what are youโโ Without letting you finish your sentence, he brought your index and middle finger up to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick the pad of your fingertips, tasting the buttery and salty goodness of the popcorn and you.
Your face burned as he licked and gently sucked on your fingers, his eyes closing as he savored the taste, humming softly around your fingers, the vibrations sending shivers through your nerves. The warm and wet feeling of his mouth making gentle sucks sent a soft yet audible shudder through your body.
Sol finally pulled your fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to your wet fingers, breaking as he opened his eyes, his face left flushed. Yet his eyes bore into yours, his pupils dilating the longer he looked at you.
Croweโs expression was horrified at the sight before him. He couldnโt form a single thought other than the image of Solโs mouth on your fingers burned into his brain. Was Crowe going to let this stand? No. This was war.
You felt Crowe gently grab your jaw, turning your head to face him. He gave you a gentle smile, his eyes seemingly darker than you remembered them being before.
โStarlight, you have a little something rightโโ He leaned in, his hand on your jaw tightening slightly, ensuring you wouldnโt pull away. โThere.โ His tongue licked the corner of your mouth suddenly, making your breath hitched from the contact.
Crowe gazed over to Sol, noticing how very closely Sol was watching. Solโs eyes narrowed at Crowe, but it didnโt scare him. Not one bit.
As soon as Crowe pulled away, Sol let go of your wrist and took your face in his hand, turning your face to him a little too roughly before his mouth crashed into yours, muffling your gasp. Sol never looked away from Crowe as he kissed you, watching as Croweโs face crumbled from watching you two.
It was a war. A war of taking turns on kissing them, of who would get your attention more than the other. And the kissing soon turned into groping and grabbing, a race to see who would be able to take your clothes off first. A race to get you into your bedroom while trying to kiss and touch you.
It was happening so fast that you didnโt know how to process everything, didnโt know who to touch first, who to kiss back. You thought you could feel one of them biting your skin, but you couldnโt tell who it was, not with both of their mouths on you.
When you felt them pulling you down on your bed, Sol tried to take over first, kissing you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth, letting you feel his pierced tongue exploring yours. Then you felt Croweโs tongue on your body, his smooth and wet tongue running up your ribcage until his mouth found your nippleโcapturing it and giving it a gentle suck, making you cry out against Solโs mouth from the feeling. It was an intense sensation yet you didnโt want it to stop.
That would be a crime if they stopped now.
Solโs hand slid down your stomach, then lower, before dipping between your legs, making you gasp as his middle finger rubbed up and down your slit, gathering enough wetness before bringing that finger up to his lips, pulling back from you to lick his finger. The soft hum of approval made your stomach clench from anticipation.
Crowe noticed your attention wasnโt on him, making him gently nip at your wet peak, making it ache more before he soothed it with his tongue. You groaned, tearing your gaze from Sol to Crowe, feeling him dragging his tongue from your hardened nipple and up to your neck, gently starting to suck on the hollow spot near your collar bone.
Sol watched for a moment, watching how the person he hated most left a dark red mark on the person that he loves most. It was unacceptable.ย
He moved down on your body, placing wet open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, moving lower until his head was between your legs. His hands opening your thighs more for him, fingertips digging into your skin as he buried his face into your wet cunt, his tongue licking up your wetness.
โAh!~โ You tilted your head back on your bed, your legs instinctively moving to close around Solโs head, but he kept them open as he ate you outโlicking and swirling his tongue as if trying to taste all of you, inside and out. As if he was eating something for the first time in a long time.
Crowe lifted his head up from your neck, smashing his lips into yours, nipping at your bottom lip before letting his tongue slide into your mouth, muffling the sounds you were making. The sounds you were making because of Sol.
It was soโฆ erotic. How they fight over you, your attention, your lust. You wanted more, to see how far you could take them before they break. Before they tried to tear each other apart before either of them got inside you.
You leaned into the kiss, one hand coming up and into his hair, kissing Crowe back deeply and desperately. He groaned against your mouth, one hand coming up and gently grabbed your hardened nipple in between his index finger and thumb. He gently twisted it, making a moan rip from the back of your throat, arching into his touch.
Sol noticed. Of course he did. You wanted him to notice.
Sol doubled his efforts, moving his tongue inside you, fucking you with it, making you feel the ball on his tongue gently scratching you in the most pleasurable way imaginable.
You tore your lips from Croweโs, a moan breaking free, a moan that made both Sol and Croweโs cocks stir in their pants. Crowe gently grabbed your face again, turning you so you could kiss him again.
โPay attention, my Starlight.โ He whispered against your lips, but Sol heard. And he hated it.
Sol got up then, his mouth and tongue no longer giving you the pleasure that you so desperately wanted. He shoved Crowe a little but still hard enough to make him stop kissing you to look at the angry man.
โHey, be careful.โ
โYou. Why canโt you just go away? Why are you always around like a damn fly?โ
Crowe gave him a confused look, unsure what he meant, but Crowe didnโt really care right now. He turned back to you, seeing the rise and fall of your chest, your flushed and pouty face before looking back at Sol.
โHate me all you want, but I only care about her.โ He gently cupped your chin, squishing your cheeks a little, making you look even more cuter to them. โYou can either continue what you were doing or move out of the way and let me do it. I have no doubt that after a few licks from me sheโll cum sooner.โ
If Sol didnโt hate Crowe before, he definitely does now.
As if taking his challenge, Sol leaned down and pushed his tongue back into you, making you whimper from the wet sensation again. Crowe went back to what he had been doing; teasing your aching breasts, kissing you breathlessly.
The sensations were too much, too much for your mind to comprehend, too much for your body to adjust and to handle. Especially all at once. But then Solโs tongue found your clit, using the ball on his tongue to tease it, flicking against it.
It was overstimulating. You didnโt know when or how it happened so quickly; your body became tense, tilting your head back as a hoarse cry came out of you as waves of pleasure crashed into you, seeping deep into your nerves and bones. And the evidence of it was all over Solโs mouth and face.
Your body went limp on your bed as Sol leaned upwards, licking his lips with another hum of approval. You panted heavily, feeling Croweโs fingertips dance along your burning hot skin. Teasing your nerves.
โI think that took a lot out of her.โ You heard Crowe say, his voice soft and gentle, like a warm blanket after a cold shower.
โIt looked like it didโฆ but I think she can handle more.โ
You lifted your head when Sol said that, looking at him as if he was crazy. Well, he was insane. For you. They both were.
Crowe looked down at you, gently cupping your cheek, making you look up at him.
โCan you handle more, my Goddess?โ
The way he asked that, the way he worded it made you want to submit to whatever they wanted. To anyone else, it may have seemed like he was giving you a choice. But you knew you didnโt, but Crowe wasnโt the type to take like Sol was. He wanted you to say it. To voice that you want more from them, to take whatever they wanted to give to you willingly.
โY-Yesโฆโ You stuttered out, despite your core aching and your body in bliss. You still wanted more. You wanted all of them.
Croweโs lips twitched as he tried to conceal his smirk, moving a hand down to undo his dress pants.
โWhatever my sweetheart wants.~โ
You felt Solโs hands running up your thighs, moving to grip your hips and suddenly pulled you down closer to him. You whined at the feeling of his bulge in his jeans pressing against your wet core.
In that moment, you knew that you did indeed have a bad idea making them come over for a movie. But it wasnโt regrettable. No. Far from it.
hi, can you write story pls about how the boys tkatb react if the reader ask that they become his/her fake boyfriend? They're best friends but they fall in love with each other
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๐๐ช๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐๐ค: What's a good way to pass the time? Asking the men to be your "boyfriends" seem like a great way to pass some time, don't you think? You're totally not doing this because you have a crush on them. No, couldn't be you... could it?
โ๐ ๐ฅ๐: โ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ผ โ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป: Sorry for the lateness, but better late than never, right? Maybe.
Aaaanyways, here you go, my little lovely!~
Enjoy.~
"Yes."
You blinked at Sol's eager answer to the question you didn't even get to ask. All you did was walk up to him, calling out his name and started to propose a little game with him when he interrupted you to give you his response.
That's Sol for you. Always eager when it came to you. You noticed it many times before, sometimes even taking advantage of it because you found it fun.
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
He didn't look guilty or remorseful to have already answered your question. Well, that took the fun out of asking.
"Whatever it is, I'll do it happily. As long as it's you..."
You didn't know the last part that he said, but you shrugged it off. Sol was a weird person, you knew that. It's one of the reasons why you like him so much. Romantically, that is.
"Well, I suppose that settles it then. You are now my fake boyfriend!" You exclaimed, lifting a hand to point at him with a wink, your other hand on your hip.
His face faltered slightly at your excited words, blinking once. Twice. "Fake boyfriend...?"
You nodded, humming in answer. "Yep! You'll do everything a boyfriend would do, just in front of people, so that they can believe that we are together, even though we aren't actually."
He looked down for a moment, almost sadly before covering it up before you could notice it with a small smile, looking back at you.
"Ok then, I'll be your fake boyfriend."
And Sol kept his word, being a fake boyfriend to you. A really great one, in fact.
Sol was very attentive to your needs, almost obsessively. If your feet hurt from walking, he wouldn't hesitate to pick you up and carry you everywhere. If you complained about not eating breakfast that morning, he would immediately give you his bento box that he made for his lunch, not even caring if he wouldn't be able to eat during lunchtime.
He was almost the perfect boyfriend. Almost. Save for the parts where Sol would glare at any and everybody who even tried to come near you. There were times where you would just look at him in disbelief when he almost got into a fight with someone who just accidentally knocked their shoulder into yours.
It was a lot. Intense, even. You hadn't expected Sol to be a... possessive boyfriend. Though, you wouldn't say you hated it. It made you feel protected, wanted even. You couldn't explain it but just seeing how he would defend and fight for you immediately made something dark stir in the pit of your stomach. You liked it. You could even say you loved it.
But it all came to a halt one evening when you stayed late at the campus, tending to the college's Gardens as usual when you heard something from a distance.
It was faint, but you heard it.
Your hands stopped digging into the dirt for one of the new flowers, straining your ears to listen, for anything. Then you heard it again. Grunting in the distance.
You set the mini shovel down on the concrete floor, taking off the garden gloves as you stood up, looking out of the glass and into the woods. It sounded like it was coming from there.
Part of you knew you should have ignored it, maybe it was just two students getting it on or something. But that small dark lingering part in the pit of your stomach made you want to go check it out, the dark stir tugging you towards the grunting sounds.
You left the greenhouse and made your way to the sound, trying to make your footsteps light against the fallen leaves of fall.
You could hear your heart starting to pound in your ears, faintly at first, but each step you took towards the noise that harder and louder your heart seemed to become.
The sounds lead you to an old toolshed, the grunting had stopped a few moments ago, as if whoever in there had stopped whatever they were doing.
You hesitated, your breathing uneven from your nerves. But you forced your feet to start moving, walking slowly up to the door of the shed, the leaves wet and soft under your shoes, hiding your footsteps. It smelled faintly of something metallic.
You reached the knob with a shaky hand, grasping the cold rusty metal against your hand and turned it, pushing the door open.
The smell hits you first, the smell stronger than when the door was closed, something metallic and coppery. Then the sight of in the shed made you freeze.
There was blood pooling on the wooden floor, seemingly fresh. Someone laying on the floor, unmoving, not breathing from where you stood. Then the man that turned when the door opened, his expression softening then panicked.
Your heart clenched in your chest. "Sol...?"
"Pumpkin, you're not supposed to be here." He dropped the axe, making you flinch at the clinking sound of the bloody blade. He turned his body to face you fully, reaching out to you with bloody hands, blood splattered on his face. "Please, please don't be scared of me. I-I did it to protect you. To protect us."
Your eyes went to the person on the floor, feeling the blood draining from your face at the sight. The guy's head was cut, almost chopped off but not quite. You don't recognize him.
Sol walked to you, reaching out to touch your face only to stop, as if remembering the blood on his hands. Instead, he grabbed your arms, trying to pull you closer to him, making you look back at him instead of the body.
"Please.. don't hate me. He was going to break us apart. I had to!" He looked at you with a pleading expression, tears beginning to form in his eyes out of desperation for you to believe him.
You couldn't believe him. Your Sol? A killer? He couldn't be! But it was hard to deny it with blood tainted on his skin. You should be disgusted, feeling hate for him killing another person who was innocent and did nothing wrong.
Yet you didn't. The opposite, in fact. You felt... warm on the inside, from the fact that he took action to keep this relationship, even if it was supposed to be fake.
"Why..?" It was the only response you could form.
He gave you a small sad smile that said too many words at once.
"Because I love you."
He loves you? Oh, you dreamed of him saying it to you, but you didn't think he actually felt that way about you. You weren't supposed to love a killer, to love someone who would hurt others for no reason.
But not Sol. He wasn't a killer. He was a protector. A lover, not a fighter.
You reached out, gently cupping his face. He immediately leaned into your touch, letting out a soft pained whimper, a single tear escaping beneath his lashes.
"I.. love you too, Sol."
He opened his eyes, his red-orange eyes searching yours, as if trying to see if he heard you right. He did. He couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck, his lips kissing your soft skin, his hot breath on your skin as he muttered softly against it.
"My love... my pumpkin... mine..."
You should feel scared. But you didn't. You just continued to love him.
Crowe gave you a confused expression as he set down a stack of student council books he was carrying.
You had seen Crowe in the hall of your school, deciding to walk with him when an idea had come to you. Why not ask him to be in a fake relationship with you? Was it a strange and out-of-pocket idea? Yes, yes it was. But it was a better than straight up asking him to go out with you. Then it won't hurt as badly if he says no.
You nodded, leaning against a desk. "Yea, you know, where two people decide to just date without actually dating."
He gave you an expression that might've said 'oh really? I didn't know that'. "I know what fake dating is. But why all of the sudden do you want to do that, with me nonetheless?"
You shrugged, looking down at the floor, watching your shoe lightly hitting the floor. "I just thought it would be fun to do." You looked at him, flashing that charming smile of yours. "Think of it as a... test run."
He raised an eyebrow. "Test run?"
"Mhm! To see if weโ" You waved your finger in between you and him. "Are compatible with each other. Dating wise."
He blinked, his eyes wide and confused. Was it a bit of a stretch of the truth? A little, but a part of you hoped he would agree to do it. It would be the closest thing you'd have with a relationship with him.
He stared at you for a moment before his lips broke into a teasing smile. "A compatibility test, huh? Alright then, I'll do it."
Holy shit. You didn't expect him to actually agree.
You kept yourself composed, giving him that smug look of yours. "Let the test begin. May the odd be ever in your favor.~"
... Well, Crowe took this test very seriously. Almost literal.
Crowe was beyond your expectations as a boyfriend. And he was very public about it. Always taking your hand in his, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him any chance that he had gotten. Who knew the kindly prince would be so touchy?
Not that you could ever complain about it. You liked having his attention. A lot. Almost too much. And he seemed to like yours too. Maybe more than you liked his.
There was a time when Crowe was walking with you to your next class, as any boyfriend should do, when one of your classmates from a different class came up to you to ask you just a few questions about something you both were studying. As you two were talking, you could feel something... dark emanating from Crowe, but when you would look at him, he would just smile at you.
Yet you could tell something would be bothering him. But you'd brush it off, not thinking about it until he would wrap his hand around your shoulder, squeezing a little tighter than normally, looking at the student with a smile that was less gentle to them.
"Excuse us, I need to bring my partner to their class." And with that, he would drag you away from the student a little too quick than what a normal person would have done.
There were many other instances than that, but that one would always send a cold shiver down your spine. Not a scared one either.
One evening, you received a text from Crowe to meet up together after school. Saying that he wanted to show you something. Very ominous. Yet exciting.
You made your way to the school gate, seeing Crowe already there, looking a little nervous than his usual calm and collected self. When you approached, he finally noticed you, his gaze softening and his gentle smile widening.
"You came."
You tilted your head to the side. "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?"
He looked down for a moment before looking back up, holding out his hand instead of answering your question. You looked at his hand for a moment before wrapping your arm around his instead of holding his hand.
He blinked, his cheeks becoming a dusty pink before he smiled brightened, his hand going on yours to gently squeeze it. He grabbed his bag and you two began to walk together, walking away from the school grounds.
You two talked for the beginning part of your walk, giggling and enjoying each other's company. But after a while, with nothing else to talk about, you both fell silent, walking together in arm in arm.
"Hey, Crowe, where are we going?" You finally asked, the question gnawing at your insides the whole time you two walked.
"You'll see. It's my favorite place."
You watched him for a moment before looking away, trusting him that he wouldn't murder you once you two were alone.
After a few more minutes of walking, he stopped, gently tugging you to follow him into a private path that seemed a little abandoned, with all the leaves and bushes in the way. You followed him, that small feeling of thinking you're going to be murdered growing a little bigger now.
He helped lead you down the path, moving his hand to hold yours instead of letting you hold his arm. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at you, letting go of your hand.
"Here we are." He announced, raising his arm and turning, letting you see the place he wanted to show you. You stared in awe, seeing the view of the bright city in the distance, a big beautiful and full tree nestled into the ground. You expected many things, but this was not one of them.
Seeing your expression, he smiled happily, moving to the tree, standing under it. "Have you ever heard of the Lily's myth before?" He asked suddenly, turning to look at you. You raised an eyebrow.
"Lily's myth?"
He smiled softly and turned to the tree, reaching out to press his palm against the bark of it. You walked closer to him, standing beside him as he kept looking at the tree.
"People say that this tree came that the humans came in contact with was blessed by the gods that guard the land. This tree used to bear multiple fruits that never rot and are free for anyone to take... says the more popular interpretation would say."
You looked at him, a little confused. "Popular interpretations?"
He nodded, turning to look at you. "Some say that the fruits are poisonous, others say that no one should take them, lest they be cursed."
You blinked, wincing a little at the other interpretations of the myth. "Sounds gruesome."
He let out a soft chuckle and nodded, tilting his head slightly as he watched you, his pupils dilating slightly. "Very... I just wanted you to see this place. It's beauty." He reached to you and gently cupped your cheek.
You felt your face start to burn from his gentle touch, his soft words. His lips, his eyes... everything about him was making you flustered.
"I don't want to fake date." He said suddenly. You blinked. Oh. Was this his way of stopping it gently. Did he not thing you two were compatible together like you did? He continued speaking softly.
"I want to be with you. For real. Officially."
You felt your heart flutter in your chest from his... confession? That is a confession, right? Whatever, he wants to be with you!
"I want to be with you too. Officially together." You said quickly, as if he would take his words back if you didn't confess to him in that moment.
He let out a breath that you didn't realize he was holding and without waiting, he leaned in, kissing you softly, his hands still cupping your cheeks.
The answer was immediate; cold and straightforward. Just like him. God, it was hot when he was so cold towards you, even if you two were best friends. Or, well, you believed you two were best friends. Geo just... tolerates you. He lets you in his bubble, lets you linger near him, because he tolerates you.
You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. "Oh, come on. Don't be such a Debbie Downer. How could you reject such a wonderful person like me?"
He gave you a deadpan look, but it only made you smile at him, feigning innocence.
"There's no benefit of me participating in such an activity." He stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket, starting to move past you to head to the car that was waiting for him at the other side of the college gates.
You turned to face him, his back to you. You hated when he left, but you love watching him leave.
"Actually, there is something beneficial for you in this." You called out to him, but he didn't even stop to listen to what it was, he didn't want to hear it. Yet you said it anyways, loud and clear for him to hear it as he reached the gate. "It'll help with your little... problem."
He stopped walking but didn't turn to look at you. He was quiet for a moment, but then you heard him speak, his voice still cold but with a tint of something else. Something you couldn't quite place.
"What problem would that be?"
You smirked, clasping your hands behind your back, slowly making your way over to him, circling him like a predator with its prey. "The problem that involves all your oh-so lovely fangirls." You stopped in front of him, giving him that smug look that was written all over your face.
He stiffenedโvisibly stiffened at the mention of his fangirls. The fangirls that he despises and finds annoying. How they always follow him, giving him their love letters and confessions. Especially on Valentines Day. You knew he hated it.
His jaw clenched slightly before releasing, his aquamarine eyes darkening just a little.
"And why would you want to help me with that? What's in it for you?" He asked, his words coming out low, as if he didn't want anyone knowing that he was actually considering your bright idea to fake date.
You crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your head a little as you looked at him, making your voice sound innocent when you spoke. Almost pouty, even. "My, Geo, whatever could make you think I would want anything for helping my dearest friend?"
He just glared at you, which made you sigh, seeing how he wasn't going to entertain your fake innocence.
"Let's just say that this will... benefit me greatly. The details are irrelevant." You'd rather die than to tell him the actual reason of having a tiny crush on him. Well, not if he beheads you for having a crush on him first. "Are you in or not?" You asked, holding out your hand for him to take; to shake on it. To make it official, this deal.
He stared at your hand, hesitating. Finally, he gave in, pulling out his hand out of his hoodie pocket and taking your hand in his to shake, his grip tighter than it should be.
It seemed like nothing had changed between you and Geo. But everything was subtly different. Geo would stand closer to you than before, though he kept his hands to himself most of the time. There were exceptions. Occasionally he's put his hand over yours when some girls would look over at him, other times he'd gently brush a strand of hair out of your face when there were a group of people around you. Yet he kept that same neutral expression, as if indifferent about the kind of "affection" he was giving you.
Well, any kind of affection is better than not receiving any. So, you took what you could get, not pushing for more. Just taking what he was willing to give you.
You never known Geo to be the jealous type. He just never seems like he's bothered by anything other than when Deryl would tease him about you two. That was until you noticed how he was looking at the person who was talking to you. You noticed that Geo was.. almost glaring at the person, staring very intently at them.
They noticed too, because soon enough, they started to avoid you after talking to you. You hadn't thought much of it until the physically jumped to walk away from you as fast as they could.
It was strange, to know that Geo could get jealous enough to make someone get scared to even be near you. You never brought it up to him, you just let it be. Why bring it up when you didn't have a problem with it?
During lunch, Geo had gotten up for a few minutes to go throw out his leftover food and to put his tray away, leaving you alone at the table you two were sitting at. Crowe and the others said that they couldn't make it to lunch because they needed to study. So, it was just you and Geo.
While he was away, you were scrolling on your phone when a random guy sat down in front of you and immediately started to flirt with you. You tried to tell him that you had a boyfriend, but the guy just thought of that as a challenge rather than an obstacle. Just when he was getting on your nerves, Geo came back, slamming his hand on the cafeteria table loud enough that other students started to look over.
"You lost?" Geo asked, his tone cold and dark, his eyes slanted at the guy, glaring at him. The guy glared back at him, not at all intimidated by him. He seemed rather pissed than anything.
"No, but you're ruining the moment between me and this little lovely."
You opened your mouth to interject, to tell this guy to scram when you felt Geo grabbing your chin, turning your head to make you look at him. You were going to ask what he was doing when he suddenly leaned in, placing his lips over yours in a soft yet tender kiss.
Your eyes widened but his gaze was still turned to the guy, as if trying to make sure that he was looking at Geo's claim over you.
The guy stared in utter disbelief before scoffing and getting up, muttering under his breath as he left the table. Geo's lips lingered on yours for a moment longer before he pulled away, breaking the kiss softly.
He took his seat beside you again, his face back to the neutral expression as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket, leaving you in utter shock and confusion. What just happened?
You turned your head to look at Geo, looking at him as if he had two heads. Sensing your gaze, he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.
"What."
"What do you mean 'what'? What was that?" You asked, staring at him like he just had the audacity to ask why you were staring at him.
He watched you for a moment longer before exhaling softly.
"It was a kiss. To make that guy go away." His expression hardened slightly the longer he looked at you. "Did you want him to continue making you uncomfortable?"
You blinked. "Well, noโ"
"Good." And with that, he went back to scrolling on his phone, uninterested in the conversation. But you could tell that he was leaning slightly closer to you, staying close to you without actually touching you.
"A lil' birdie told me that you're looking for aโahemโ'boyfriend'."
Hyugo moved his fingers in an air quote around the word boyfriend. You raised an eyebrow at him, slowly chewing on your food, the wind from the rooftop blowing gently against you two.
You two always ate together on the rooftop of the school, it was your quiet sanctuary from everyone else. Something Hyugo practically dragged you into doing with him. You've become accustomed to spending most of your time with him by now.
"Who told you that?"
He shrugged, looking down at his little sandwich that he stole from me moments ago. "Around. Why are you looking for one anyways?" He took a bite out of the sandwich, waiting for your response.
You thought for a moment. Why were you looking for a fake boyfriend? Out of boredom? For fun? "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see what the hype of dating was about."
He gave you a look that made you believe that he didn't really like your answer.
"C'mon, you really can't think of any reason better than that?"
"What other reason should there be?"
He thought for a moment before shrugging. "I don' know, it's not my idea."
Both of you went back to eating, silently. Until Hyugo snapped his fingers loud enough to get your attention back on him.
"How about I be your 'boyfriend'?" He turned his head to glance at you, that cheeky smile on his face again.
You raised both of your eyebrows this time, a little surprised by his suggestion. "You? Why would you want to be my fake boyfriend?"
He put a hand on his chest, looking offended.
"Hey! Can't a guy have a little fun too?"
You gave him a deadpan look, but he just shrugged it off, waving a hand lazily at you.
"I just think it'll be funny seeing people's faces when they realized that we're together." He told you, leaning back on one hand on the bench you were on.
... You didn't really know anyone beside very few people. And people definitely wouldn't know who you were. But you pondered the idea, thinking of how that would look. You two together. It wasn't a bad thought.
"Alright then. I'll play your little game." You announced, giving him a sly smirk. He let out a laugh that was loud enough to make a nearby bird fly away from us.
He looked at you with the same look you gave him. "Alright then. Let the game begin.~"
You should have prepared yourself with what Hyugo had in mind for your "game". Hyugo was not quiet about it in the least. In fact, he probably would have thrown a party for how loud and dramatic he was about our "dating".
Hyugo was a very touchy person. He would grab your hand to hold, occasionally making you cup his face or play with his hair, pulling you closer to him by your clothes or waist, making sure people would look over at you two as he did so.
He wasn't ashamed to do it, even if you scolded him, he would do it again just to get a reaction out of you. But you didn't ask him to stop, it wasn't like you hated it. But sometimes it did feel too much to you.
But there was one time where it really got too much for you. It wasn't even anything serious!
One student had accidentally spilled something on you, and before they could even apologize, Hyugo turned to them with a very serious and deadly look, as if they had offended him rather than you.
You don't think you've ever seen anyone offer to buy you a new shirt so fast before. But that was when you knew that maybe it was a bad idea to fake date Hyugo.
So, you texted him to come up to the rooftop to talk. He didn't reply, but you knew that he would show up. Or you thought that he would've been on time at least.
You let out a sigh, checking the time. Lunch was almost over. Just when you were about to get up to leave, the rooftop door opened with Hyugo just casually strolling up to you, his hands behind his back.
"Sorry for being late, my sweet. I had to go get something but hadn't realized how long it actually took me." He said, as if him just being late was the norm. Well, it was for Hyugo.
You exhaled through your nose, just ripping the band aid off real fast. "Look, I think this whole dating thing has gotten in your head a little too much."
He blinked, clearly not expecting you to say that. He pouted, tilting his head a little. "What are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying... that maybe we should just.. call it off."
His face faltered a little but then he started to laugh, one hand coming around his back to hold his stomach as he laughed. You stared at him, unsure about what he was laughing at.
"I'm serious, Hyugo."
"I know, and that's what makes it funnier!" He howled, being dramatic again.
You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a stern look, waiting for him to finish laughing.
When he did, he pulled out a single little flower to you. Not just any flower, but a red tulip. A flower that means deep or perfect love.
"I was hoping that I could confess that I want us to be together, like for real. But then you kinda just ruined the gesture a little bit." He said sheepishly, holding the flower out to you, looking at you expectantly. "But, I still stand by it. Will you be mine?~"
You stared at the flower, then at him. Was he being serious?
"Honestly, you're a little scary to date," You started, which made him open his mouth to protest, but you reached out, grabbing the flower from him. "But I'm up for the challenge."
As soon as you said that, his whole face lit up, reaching out to grab you, spinning you two around like a happy child on Christmas.
You still stand by on him being a little intense and scary to date.
Hey, I LOVE LOVE LOVE your fics and I was wondering if you could do headcanons for tkatb men how they would treat a reader during their period. I'm on mine rn and suffering, so I wannaread some comforting stuff (plus, Iโm going trough a Hyugo brainrot and I adore how you wtite him. You are really talented). I hope you have an amazing day or night and that you are taking care of yourself, don't rush!
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๐๐ช๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐๐ค: It's that time of the month again, which means it's time for the TKATB men to come to the rescue and take care of poor you. Yay! โจ
๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ค: NSFW (just a little)
โ๐ ๐ฅ๐: โ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ผ โ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป: I'm so sorry that happens, I give you my sympathy ๐ญ
Please forgive me for taking waaay too long making this
But I gotchu, my little lovely. And thank you, that means a lot to me that you enjoy my writings of Hyugo (he's one of the easiest to write, in my opinion)
But fear not! You're in great hands when it comes to these men.
Enjoy!~
It's that time again, where chocolate and cuddles are the only things that would make you feel better. But the question is: how would these men handle that? How would they handle your mood swings and tears and... other pleasures?
Well, why don't we talk about it.
Sol is a good start, isn't he?
He seems like the type of man to not care for someone's monthly problems... unless it's you, of course. You are his soulmate after all, so why wouldn't he care?
๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ค๐ก๐ ๐๐ค๐: Desperate need to take care of you. Doesn't matter what it is. Need a heating pad? He's already wrapping you up in a heating pad AND a heating blanket for extra comfortability. Need some chocolates and sweets? He'll feed them to you as if you were a goddess watching over her people. Aching for something to tickle your insides? There's no hesitation in that area from Sol.
Listen, we all know Sol is a big perverted simp, so I have no doubt that he'll eat you out while on your cycle (trust me, he will). As long as it's you, it doesn't matter, period or not, he won't mind getting down and dirty like that no matter how gross it seems.
โ๐๐ฃ๐: Sol's idea of caring for you while you are actively bleeding is making sure you don't get up to do anything for yourself. He'll practically live with you during that time just to make sure you stay in bed or on the couch. He'll even carry you to the bathroom and insist on helping you do everything, no matter how capable you are to do it yourself.
He'll cook for you, clean up after you, help you feel better in any and every way possible.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ค: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? Chocolate, of course, but I can imagine Sol making you the snacks rather than buying them. One because it's saving both yours and his money (even though he'd spend his money on you if you asked) and two because he'd rather you eat his food than anything store bought.
Whatever is in the convenient store, he can make ten times better.
๐๐๐ฉ?: Like I said before, yes. He'll give you all that you need, even if that includes his tongue and cock and fingers. He'll preferably use his tongue more than his other parts, honestly.
He wants to taste all of you, every part. You think blood is gonna stop him? Be for real. He'd probably relish in it all because it's from you.
That's how desperate he is to help you. Well, not just desperate to help you, just desperate to be with you. Around you. Anything that has to do with you is what makes him overly happy.
โ๐๐๐ก โ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐: 7.6/10 -> Sol is an intense person, which makes things difficult sometimes. Overwhelming, even. Which isn't always a good thing, but not always a bad thing either. It just depends on how you perceive his help or how intense it feels.
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Sol has been in your apartment for a few days now, taking care of you, making sure you're well fed and taken care of. It was nice, being taken cared of for a change.
But since he's been here, you've felt... an overwhelming desire for him. Most likely because your inner organ that's bleeding is begging you to get a baby in you. But that's the last thing you ever want. So, you've done nothing about it, didn't tell him about it or anything. Not that that sounded like a pleasant conversation to have with the guy you've known for a short while.
Today felt worse than the other days. That aching part between your legs in need to be felt, to be relieved of this pain. You would've done it yourself, if only Sol wasn't around you twenty-four seven.
What made you snap though was when Sol had been talking to you about something that he ate one time that he found gross. He had stuck his tongue out for a moment, making a sour face. Yet your eyes darted to his mouth, his tongue, catching a glimpse of his tongue piercing. And suddenly, your holding onto his arm tightly, looking at him with such a desperate and yearning look that you've never made at him before.
"Sol, can you.. help me?"
He gave you this concerned look, immediately thinking about all the things that was wrong that you needed him for. "Of course! What is it? Anything you need?"
You swallowed hard, trying your best to put this request in a sentence. "I need... your tongue."
He blinked once, twice. "What?"
"You're always around, so I don't have any privacy to.. satisfy my needs. So, if you're going to be around me all the time, then you might as well help me. And also.... I want to know what it'd feel like, with a piercing on your tongue." You admitted to him, feeling a little embarrassed about saying the last part, how blunt you said it.
Yet he didn't seem grossed out from the request. Actually, it was quite the opposite. He seemed to be.. blushing? As if what you had just asked was flattering to him.
Suddenly, he pushed you down onto the couch, his hands coming up to tug on your pajama pants, starting to pull them down without hesitation. It made you blush in return.
"Yes. Anything for you and your comfort, Pumpkin."
As soon as he got your pajama bottoms and underwear off, along with what you were using for your period, he didn't wait for your reaction before dipping his head in between your legs, his tongue flicking out, the ball of his tongue piercing rubbing against your clit, making your legs jolt a little from the feeling, a sudden gasp escaping you.
โ๐ ๐ฅ๐: โ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ผ โ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป: I cannon Sol with a tongue piercing.
The prince himself vs blood?
Doesn't bother him in the slightest. He knows it happens, so why would he make a big deal about it? But he'll always be sure to give you extra attention when it's your time.
๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ค๐ก๐ ๐๐ค๐: Calm reassurance. Crowe is a very patient person, especially when it comes to those he cares for deeply. So, when you two are hanging out at your place and you just start crying just because? He's there immediately, giving you his shoulder to cry on, letting you babble on about something embarrassing that happened to you in the fourth grade or about an old sad movie you watched a year ago that still makes your heart hurt just to think about the sad ending.
And he's just there, listening, occasionally nodding and gently rubbing your back in small soothing circles. That's who he was; this patient and calm man who always seemed to know how to calm your emotions.
โ๐๐ฃ๐: Crowe's way to take care of you is close to Sol's; cooking, cleaning, staying by your side in time of need. But unlike Sol, if you tell Crowe to stop, he would. Reluctantly, of course. He's rather stay with you but knows better than to argue back about it.
But, c'mon, would you really tell Crowe to stop? I'd say no. Hell, I wouldn't, honestly. I'd much prefer Crowe's help than Sol's (my opinion, ofc).
๐๐๐๐๐๐ค: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? Whatever you ask for, he'll get. Something sweet? Sure, he'll buy you a pint of ice cream in any flavor you're craving. Something spicy? Totally! He'll make sure it's not overly spicy for you.
But if you ask him to make you something? He's on it! Doesn't matter what it is. If he doesn't know how to make it, he'll follow a recipe to a tee until he makes it exactly how you want it.
He wants to make sure you're well and happy. And it'll make him happy just knowing he could make you smile and feel better, and that he was the cause of it.
๐๐๐ฉ?: If you ask him, then yes. Crowe doesn't want to push any boundaries with you, especially while you're on your monthly, which can make Crowe a little too clueless sometimes if you try to drop hints. So, there are times where you need to be blunt about it, even if it makes him flustered.
But once he knows what you want and need? Be prepared to have your world rocked.
โ๐๐๐ก โ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐: 8.9/10 -> Though, Crowe is helpful, sometimes it can become annoying that you have to say all that you need. Not really his fault, he just doesn't want to get anything wrong.
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You texted Crowe and asked if he could come over to watch a movie with you. It wasn't really random or an out-of-the-blue idea, you two usually did these things together. But today, you didn't want to be alone at the moment. Especially from how emotional you were these past few days.
Not your fault though, it's what happens when you're a simple girl with a period.
And, of course, Crowe said yes. Why wouldn't he? He even brought a few of your favorite drinks and ice creams. He always seemed to know exactly what you needed. You picked out a movie that you know Crowe hasn't seen before, putting it in and sitting on the floor next to him, your backs to the couch with blankets and pillows surrounding you two. It was perfect.
You watched the movie together, eating and sharing the ice creams he brought over, sitting a little closer than you were just a few minutes ago, your knees barely touching now.
It was indeed perfect.
Until towards the ending of the movie, one of the dogs had tragically died from a mountain lion. It was a tragic ending to the movie, and one that maybe seemed like a bad idea to watch.
As the credits rolled, Crowe was about to get up to throw away the empty ice cream containers when he heard you sniffling. He whipped his head to look at you, finding you quietly cryingโtears streaming down your face, your lips in a pout. His face became concerned, his response immediate. He reached out to you and gently grabbed one of your wrists, getting your attention.
"Hey, what's wrong?" His voice was gentle and filled with concern, but he had a feeling that he already knew the reason why you were crying.
"I-It's just, the ending, it's so sad!"
And he was correct.
He managed to stifle a small chuckle before pulling you closer to him, making you lay your head on his chest. "Starlight, it's ok... it was only a movie, my darling."
"A sad movie." You corrected him, sobbing softly into his chest, ruining his shirt with your tears. He held you against him, letting you cry in his chest, his hand gently rubbing your shoulder.
You cried on him for a few more minutes before it seemed like you've calmed down enough for Crowe to gently move you back, his hand on your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He had that same gentle smile on his lips, the one he always gives you no matter what you're feeling.
Without thinking, he leaned in, placing a gentle and very soft kiss to your lips; a kiss that was meant to soothe rather than to initiate anything more than innocence. He pulled away before you could really enjoy it, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, his lips just millimeters away from yours.
"My darling, I hate to see you cry. How can I make you smile again?" He asked softly, a near whisper of breath when he spoke.
You swallowed hard, just realizing exactly how close you two wereโyou were practically on his lap, your upper body leaning into his, one hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle shift slightly.
What could he do to make you feel better? Well, you did have one idea...
"Can you.. kiss me again?" You asked softly, your heart starting to race a little in your chest from the request. "I like how you kiss me."
He blinked, his cheeks starting to warm, as if surprised and flustered from your request. But he smiled, a smile that was gentle but wider, as if happy that you asked.
"As you wish, my Starlight."
And without hesitating any longer, he leaned in again, brushing his lips against yours before fully kissing you once more. You leaned into his lips, your hands moving to his chest as you kissed him back, parting your lips a little, just enough to let his tongue in, kissing you deeper.
Preferably, he'd rather not see it or even hear about it, but if it's you that's bleeding? There's no hesitation when he tries to help you. Though, helping and suffocating you are two different things (ahem-Sol-ahem).
๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ค๐ก๐ ๐๐ค๐: Quiet and calculating. He's already thinking of ways he could help you. Not in a dramatic sense, no, that's far from Geo's style. His way of helping is more subtle, silent, yet it speaks volumes in more ways than words could express.
He won't be around all the time, but if you called him for help? He's there in a matter of minutes. Even if it's the middle of the night, it may seem like he won't come over to your apartment, but he's there with things that he thought that you needed.
Pads/tampons, tea bags, an extra blanket. He's got it or will get it for you, even if he seems irritated to do it (he's really not, he just doesn't want to seem soft).
โ๐๐ฃ๐: Geo isn't loud about it. He's practical. Silent yet helpful. He'll make tea with honey for you and say it's for your cramps with that unreadable expression. He'll fluff your pillow when you get up to go to the bathroom. He's glancing over at you occasionally, silently making sure that you were fine.
That's how it is with Geo, silent yet observant. If you so much as even wince, he's there looking for the problem so he could get rid of it. If he let you sleep over at his place, he'd make you sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the couch. He won't let you protest. Your comfort is all that he cares about, even if he's cold and quiet, he'll definitely let you know he cares in small and subtle ways.
He's only there when you want him to be.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ค: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? If you ask him to get you something from the convenient store, he'll say no. Not because he doesn't want to, but he just rather makes whatever it is that you were craving or something that he thinks would be good for you during this time. Something that's good for cramps, healthy, and also still tastes pretty good.
He'll make things that he knows how to make when he was in Japan. He'll cook it for you and if you like it, he'll remember it. Keep it. Store it. And then go on to the next dish for you to try.
If you don't like it? He won't make it again until you specifically ask him for it.
๐๐๐ฉ?: No. Straight up no. It's not that he doesn't want to help you in that area, he's just not comfortable to do that while you're on your period. He'll give you the privacy so you can do it, but helping? Yea, no.
There isn't much else I can really say about this area.
โ๐๐๐ก โ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐: 9/10 -> He seems to know almost exactly what you need, when you need it. Which makes his help great, but he usually seems reluctant about doing them. But that's just his personality.
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In the middle of the night, you had woken up to intense cramping in your lower stomach, painful enough that it was hard for you to move. The only movement you've made so far in the past thirty minutes was to turn onto your side to relieve some of the pain. Not that it was working.
You had your arms wrapped around your stomach, your knees curled up to your chest, effectively putting yourself in a ball. It had released a slight bit of pain, but not enough to make you feel better overall.
You stared at your phone that sat on the pillow beside your head, debating whether or not to call Geo.
Would he even be up? It was really late. Especially with the curfew, he probably would just say no and hang up. Sounds like something he would do. No. He would do something like that.
But you were in so much pain. It was becoming unbearable... Screw it. He can live without a few minutes of sleep.
Unable to take the pain, you slowly reach for your phone, careful not to hurt your stomach from moving too much or too fast.
You looked through your contacts, scrolling until you found his name and clicked on it to call him. You knew he wasn't a fan of calling, but this was more or less an emergency.
It rang once. Twice. Three. Your heart started to sink in your chest, thinking that he wasn't going to answer until you heard it pick up and his voice filling your ear.
"Do you know what time it is? What do you want?"
You couldn't stop the soft sob that escaped you, the sob of relief that he picked up but also from how your stomach felt like it was being punctured.
"Geo, I know it's late but.. I-I'm in so much pain. Can you come over? Please..? Iโ" You hiccupped. "Can't move, it h-hurts too much..."
You didn't hear anything for a single second before you heard some rustling of some kind of fabric on the other end of the phone. But you didn't hear him say anything. You waited until you heard a beep from your phone. You checked it only to see that he hung up.
He... Hanged up. On you. In your time of need. You let your phone drop from your hand and onto your bed.
You should have known he wouldn't have come, that he wouldn't be interested in helping you while you were bleeding.
You couldn't stop the tears stinging your eyes, couldn't stop the tears falling down your face and onto your pillow.
Maybe you'll just... deal with it. The pain. The hurt of Geo not coming to help you.
You can do that, can't you?
You didn't know how long you've been crying for. Five minutes? Thirty? An hour? But eventually, you had exhausted yourself enough to fall asleep, still curled up in that ball form on your side.
You didn't know how long you've been asleep for, but you could feel someone shaking your shoulder gently, as if they were trying to wake you up. When you didn't move, you suddenly felt someone carefully shifting you to make you sit up, only then did you wake up. Startled, blinking to make your eyes adjusted to the dark, letting you see that it was just Geo in the dark, sitting on the edge of your bed.
Geo... He came? Were you dreaming? Probably not, not from how his touch was gentle yet firm, as if making sure you don't fall over.
"Geo?" You said his name softly, a soft question that silently asks what he was doing here. Even if you were the one to call and ask him to come.
He didn't say anything as he reached over to turn on your lamp on your nightstand, grabbing a cup of some warm brown liquid in it and handed it to you.
"Drink it." He ordered, though it wasn't his usual sharp edged tone, but something softer. Gentler. Only barely there.
You didn't question it as you brought the cup to your lips, taking a small sip from it. It tasted like peppermint and honey.
As you took your time drinking the peppermint teaโthe only possible thing that makes sense to what it isโGeo got up and moved around your room, grabbing your heating pad and plugging it in, turning it on so it can warm up. He reached into his pocket, taking out a bottle of pills that helps with cramps and stomach pains. He opened it and handed you two to take with your tea.
And you did.
Geo has said nothing as he grabbed your heating pad once it was warm enough, bringing it to you and finally speaking.
"Move your arms."
You did, lifting them enough so he could put it around your stomach through your sleep shirt.
The pain in your stomach has almost disappeared, but some still lingered, which was normal.
As soon as you were comfortable, he climbed into your bed, grabbing your tea and setting it aside on the nightstand and turning off your lamp light before making you lay down only to plop himself down on you, his head on your stomach, just a little below your chest, his arms wrapping around you.
You blinked, surprised by his... cuddle. But you welcomed it, gently placing your hand on his upper back, feeling him stiffen slightly but relaxed immediately.
"Go to sleep." He muttered against your stomach.
You couldn't help but smile a little, closing your eyes.
Even when you had doubted Geo, you were happy that he came.
That man has spilt more blood than you could imagine, so if you're bleeding? That's nothing! Although he will be frightened of you. That's the main reason why he's by your side more often during this time. Out of fear a little. Fear that you might throw something at him if he's not with you in these moments in need.
๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ค๐ก๐ ๐๐ค๐: Panic overdrive. Not because he's scared of the blood, oh no, like I said, he knows about the whole bleeding thing happens every month. And, like before, if he were to be scared about something, it would be how easy you would be to anger very quickly. So, he's gonna avoid that at all costs.
Which means he's going to be your personal little... well, let's just say what it is. Slave. You can ask him or tell him to do whatever you want him to, and he'll do it.
I didn't say he wouldn't like it. Because he will. If it's you bossing him around? Yea, no doubt about it he'll get his rocks off to you being so in control while bleeding out and being in pain. It's like you're a hot girl boss to him.
He's the type to be like "Period!~" and snap his fingers as an attempt to make you laugh (honestly, I don't know about you but, it'll work on me).
โ๐๐ฃ๐: Hyugo can be a tiny bit dramatic about it. He's coming by with different type of pads and tampons (you didn't answer his texts fast enough), pain killers, whatever heating pads and blankets he could find that he thought you'll need (even if you already have one).
Hyugo is waiting on you hand and foot. Ready to do the next task you have for him, ready to take on anything you throw at himโliterally and figuratively.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ค: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? I believe Hyugo would go all out on the snacks department. Like, excessively. He's coming over with bags of take-out from different places and from the convenient store while also baking you any kind of dessert you want. It's literally overkill when he comes over with snacks and food.
Though it's never too bad when you got enough food to last a week. Just gotta eat it before it goes bad. But, hey, saves you spending money on groceries for a hot minute.
As far as you know, the snack department is covered. So, you don't gotta worry about that when it comes to Hyugo.
๐๐๐ฉ?: Most definitely. If you ask, you shall receive. Doesn't matter where you want it, he's there, prepared, ready to take on the red sea (I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself-).
โ๐๐๐ก โ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐: 9.3/10 -> Everything he does is overkill. But it's better to be overprepared and to be underprepared. Sometimes it can be a little much, but that's just Hyugo being Hyugo. He does everything with a little flare and dramatics.
But you love it.
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Hyugo had invited himself over to your apartment, claiming that he could "sense" that you were in need of his presence. You weren't.
But you couldn't deny his help. This way you could make him do all the things that you feel lazy to do. Like doing your dishes, cleaning your apartment; really everything you could think of.
Except for cooking for you. Unless it was something VERY simple, you shudder at the thought of him in your kitchen cooking.
When you couldn't find anything else for him to do around your apartment, you decide to let him do more... personal things for you.
Hyugo was kneeling before you while you were sitting on your couch, letting Hyugo give you a foot massage. Why? Because it felt good. And Hyugo seemed happy doing it.
Any excuse to get him to touch you, really. And he was good with his hands. Really good.
You were scrolling on your phone, not really paying attention to him as he continued his gentle touching through your sock.
He was humming softly, his thumb gently pressing into the arch of your foot. He looked up at you, expecting any sort of pleasurable sound from you, only to see you not even paying attention. He frowned slightly, pressing into a pressure point on your foot, making you yelp and try to jerk your foot back, only for him to hold onto your ankle.
You gave him a bewildered expression, confused by the sudden uncomfortable pressure. "What was that for?"
"You weren't acknowledging me."
You blinked. He didn't say anything, did he? Not from what you could recall, you would have heard him.
"You didn't say anything."
He stopped massaging your foot, just holding your ankle as he kept looking up at you. "No, but I'm working very hard on trying to make you feel good."
You raised an eyebrow at him, blinking once. "Well, you are."
He stared up at you for a moment before his hand moved from your ankle to your calf, leaning in to place his cheek on your knee, giving you a pouty expression, puckering his bottom lip for effect.
"You didn't sound like it was feeling good. You're supposed to make noises when you feel good."
You gave him a deadpan look, silently asking if he was serious.
"I don't need to make any type of sound just for you to know if I feel something." You told him, crossing your arms over your chest.
He kept that pouty look as he kissed your knee softly.
"You're no fun..."
Then an idea struck him. Suddenly, he stood up enough to grab your thighs, gently but firmly tugging you closer to him, his hands making your thighs stay open for him. You gasped loudly, not expecting him to move so quickly.
He smirked at your reaction, leaning in close enough for his hot breath to fan against your ear.
"I bet I can make you make some.. special sounds.~"
Your face suddenly felt hot, the place between your legs starting to ache from how low his tone was, how seductive he sounded.
You swallowed hard but didn't pull away. You wouldn't let him see how flustered he made you. Though you had no doubt that he already knew.
"Oh? What makes you so sure that you can?" You asked, tilting your head back enough to make him look at you.
His baby blue eyes scanned your face for a moment before smirking at you again, leaning in close enough for your noses to be touching. One of his hands moved up your thigh, so close to your center.
"Are you challenging me?"
You were. You so were. "Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows?"
"You definitely do."
You couldn't retort back when he suddenly closed the gap between you two, kissing you deeply and hungrily, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as his hand moved higher up to the waistband of your pajama shorts.
You tried to suppress the sounds that were trying to escape you, kissing him back just as deeply. It didn't help that his fingers were threatening to slip past the waistband. His tongue pried open your mouth, pressing past your lips to explore.
Then it happened.
A very soft and small whimper broke free from your throat. And he heard it.
He pulled back quickly, panting softly to catch his breath, a slow smug look appearing on his face.
"I think I just won."
You glared at him. "Bastard."
"Only for you.~"
You groaned but wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close to make him kiss you again, or to make him shut up. He obliged.
Hello!! I was wondering what you were planning to post this week?
Hii, my little lovely!!
This week (or the weekend as of a few days ago) I am working on two main requests that I am almost done with! For one I just need to finish a few paragraphs and the other just needs to figure out the story for that one.
This weekend I have been particularly busy (surprisingly) so I didn't have much time to write a whole lot, so I apologize for that delay!
I am currently writing while we speak! Though, I am also at my job while also writing these, so I won't be able to post them until I get home (which I'll just need to add finishing touches to them).
But it also means that I don't have my laptop with me, and so I'm writing on my phone instead and it can make things a little bit slower and such.
So sorry for the late posting, but I will post so don't worry your little heart!
โ๐ ๐ฅ๐: โ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ผ โ๐ผ๐ธ๐ป: Happy Valentines.. late Valentines. But I wrote this on the day of valentines, to technically, still on the day.
Anyways, here!
Enjoy.
Valentineโs day.ย
You werenโt really a big fan of it. You didnโt hate it, but you just didnโt really care for it as much as everyone else did. Usually because youโre busy doing other things. Important things, like work and school.
This year, you told Sol that he didnโt need to do anything with you. Youโll be working anyways on that day, so there was no need to do anything.
Sol just nodded, and you thought that that was it. That he understood that he shouldn't bother doing anything. Well, you should've known that Sol wasn't just not do something for you. What kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn't do anything?
By the time you had gotten to your apartment late from work, your door was already unlocked, which should have raised alarm bells in your head. Not because you thought it was an intruder, no. But because you knew that Sol was in your apartment.
And when you opened your door? There were flowers and balloons along your apartment. Balloons in the shapes of hearts and flowers that were deep red roses and violets. You couldn't help but sigh internally.
So much for a simple day.
When you took your shoes off at the door, Sol appeared out of the kitchen, a warm smile on his face as he made his way to you, gently taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips, placing a gentle peck on the back of your hand.
"Welcome home, Pumpkin."
You raised an eyebrow at him, though you couldn't stop the small smile appearing on your lips. "I thought we weren't doing anything today?"
He simply shrugged and gently led you to the kitchen, letting you take a seat at the table.
"Today is a special day, so I figured I would at least do a little something for you." He placed a plate down in front of you, which was filled with curry rice and tonkatsu. The rice had black sesame seeds on it and carefully drawn hearts on it that was made out of seaweed.
"Dinner, for my pumpkin." He said before turning to leave you be to eat as he went to your living room to grab something. A gift you assumed. You weren't really surprised by his gestures, but a little heads up would have been a little nice.
You had taken a few bites of the dinner he made for you, which was delicious of course, when he came back, setting down a small box and a deep red card beside the plate.
You looked at him, giving him a nervous laugh. "You didn't have to get me anything, you know?"
"I know." He said simply, his hands clasped in front of him.
He looked at you expectantly, seemingly a little nervous now. You set the utensils you were using and picked up the card first. When you opened it, you were met with his neat yet seemingly rushed handwriting.
"Your name is my favorite word.
Your voice is my favorite sound.
Your eyes are my favorite mirror.
Your arms are my favorite place.
Your love is my favorite feeling.
I adore you too much.~"
Cheesy, yet it was endearing. You couldn't help but laugh a little from the poem. He watched you intently, his heart pounding heavily in his chest, watching as you opened the small box.
You stared at the content in the box, trying to figure out what exactly it was that he gave you. You picked it up. It seemed like an ordinary necklace, a silver chain that had a small vial with a cork on top. But the vial was filled with an off-white slight liquidy substance.
"Do you... like it?" He questioned, his voice coming out almost breathy.
You looked between him and the vial, trying to think of what could possibly be in it. Until the realization dawned on you as you stared at his reddened face, how his breathing suddenly became off.
Oh.
Oh.~
You should probably have been grossed out; most people would have been. Yet you just gave him a little smirk, holding the gift closer to your chest.
"I love it, Sol. Thank you.~"
That made him happy, to know that such a gift would be pleasing to you.
"Well, if you want, I can give you some that's more... fresher?" He tilted his head slightly, watching you expectantly. You simply hummed at the offer, that smirk never leaving your lips.
Of course you couldn't say no to an offer like that.
Crowe called you an hour ago to be ready. For what? He didn't say, but it wasn't lost on you that it would be related to the fact that it was Valentine's Day.
All he said was to be ready, to wear something comfortable, and something warm. You didn't even get the chance to question his motives when he suddenly hanged up on you. The nerve!
And yet here you are, waiting for him just outside your apartment complex, wearing an oversized coat over your sweater and heavy jeans. You were only waiting outside for ten minutes when a car stopped in front of you, the door opening showing Crowe in the driver seat, happy to see you.
"C'mon before you freeze to death." He called out to you as you headed to the car. When you got in, he started driving, your apartment complex disappearing in the view.
"Crowe, where exactly are you taking me?"
He just flashed you that charming smile, reaching over to you and taking your hand in his.
"You'll see. You're going to love it."
Avoiding the question. Typical of Crowe when it came to surprising you. So, you just held his hand and remained quiet, knowing that trying to get any type of answer out of him would be useless.
The car ride was short, maybe just driving for ten minutes before he stopped on the side of the street, turning the car off and getting out to open your door.
You recognize the are immediately, only because Crowe has taken you here many times before. It was your guy's secret place.
You gave him a questionable glance, but he just grabbed your hand, pulling you close and placing a hand over your eyes.
"No peeking." He teased, leading you into the trees carefully. He made sure that you didn't stumble or miss any steps as he led you further away from his car, occasionally whispering in your ear to turn.
It felt like forever when Crowe finally held you to a halt, helping you stay steady on your feet when he finally removed his hand from your eyes, revealing a little picnic under the mythical tree. There was a deep blue blanket on the grass for both of you to sit on, a basket that sat on the middle of it with a thick book on it, ensuring that nothing would get inside to where the contents were.
"Happy Valentines!" He smiled happily at you, gently taking your hand again and pulling you to the spot, letting you take a seat next to him. "I hope you're ok with eating outside at night. I just thought it was a perfect night for a picnic." He said as he took the book off the basket, opening it to hand you a wrapped sandwich.
You took it, your fingers brushing together for a brief moment before he reached back in to bring out some drinks. You stared at the horizon, seeing the city shining brightly under the stars, leaving you in awe.
You hadn't expected for Crowe to take you out here tonight; it was a pleasant surprise.
"Crowe, you didn't need to do all this. I would have been fine just staying inside with you." You turned to look at him, but he just held a hand up at you, shaking his head.
"No way. You deserve to be treated on Valentines. And if I didn't treat my partner for today, then that would make me a bad boyfriend." He tapped your nose gently and handed you a drink that was cold to the touch.
You felt a little touched by his romantic gestures, even if it was in the dead of night and cold. It was still beautiful, the stars above you, the city lights bright, both of you chatting and teasing each other. What more could you ask for on this day?
As you took the last bite of the sandwich, he handed you a small box, a nervous smile on his lips. As you opened it, you almost choked on the sandwich.
It was a ring, a black band with a deep blue gem in the middle.
"Crowe, don't you think it's a little soon to ask me to marry you?" You teased, looking back at him. He blinked, as if he hadn't thought about how it would look when he gave me the ring.
"No! I mean... it's not THAT kind of ring. It's just.. a ring that I saw that made me think of you." He admitted, a faint blush appearing on his gorgeous face.
You looked back at the ring, seeing the gem glinting in the faint light. It was beautiful, and very fitting for him to get you something like this.
You smiled a little, taking the ring and putting it on, seeing how it looked on your hand. "I love it." Those three words seemed to calm Crowe visibly, reaching over to take your hand, his thumb brushing over the ring.
"I'm glad."
He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.
You didn't ask Geo about Valentine's Day, knowing that he didn't really care about the holiday. You were just expecting it to be any other day. A normal day. But the day before, Geo had casually asked you to come over to his house the day before. To spend the night.
You had been caught off guard by the invitation but accepted it, nonetheless. Why would you decline it when it was a one in a lifetime chance to spend the night with Geo?
And so, you packed an overnight back and made your way to Geo's place. You two had spent your time watching Japanese opera together and talked. Well, you did most of the talking. He just listened.
And when it came to where you were going to sleep, he let you sleep in his bed. With him. You didn't know what had come over Geo and his sudden... kindness about you being in his space. But you didn't dare question it, not wanting him to take back his invitation entirely and to kick you out.
So, you did just that. Slept in his bed. It was a normal thing between couples, but to you it felt like he had given you a ring and asked you to marry him. An honor that he was comfortable enough to let you sleep just inches next to him. You weren't able to sleep at first, unable to not look away from Geo's peaceful sleeping face. But eventually, exhaustion had won.
By the next morning, you were awoken by the smell of food. Delicious smelling food. You made your way out of his bedroom, moving quietly as you headed to the kitchen, finding Geo making some tea, two plates of breakfast had been made. One for him and the other for you.
He didn't even look up at you as he slid one plate to you, along with a cup of warm black tea, silently telling you to eat. Which you complied, of course, occasionally looking at him as he fiddled with some paper.
His body was turned in a way that hid what he was doing, his gaze focused on whatever it was he was doing.
As soon as you finished eating, he took the plate from you and told you to go take a shower. Not because you smelled. But he just needed you to be distracted for a little bit. Not that he said that, just watching you leave to go to his bedroom to take a shower.
When you got out of the bathroom after your shower, there was a long thin box on his bed and a small note beside it. You studied the gift, a little surprised by its sudden appearance. You picked up the note, which only had two words in it with Geo's handwriting.
"Happy Valentines."
You couldn't help but smile a little, happy that Geo decided to put a little bit of effort into the holiday. You picked up the box, opening it to find a Japanese luck charm that had a detailed gold design on the string and it ended in deep purple pouch with Japanese symbols on it.
"ๆๆ "
You had no idea what it says, but it didn't matter to you really. It was the thought that he had gotten you something at all despite how uncomfortable he can get doing these things.
When you saw him in his living room, sitting on the floor, his legs crossed under him, you sat next to him, looking at him. He had his eyes closed, as if he was meditating. He is.
But he could sense you were there beside him immediately. "What."
"Thank you."
You didn't need to clarify for what you were thanking him for. He opened his eyes for a moment, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. Just looking at you, his expression blank as always, but you could see a glint of something in his eyes. But he turned away too quickly for you to guess what it could have been.
He said nothing, but his body seemed to lean a little closer to you. Just slightly. But enough for you to notice.
Later, you looked up what those Japanese symbols had meant, which only made your day better.
"๐๐ ๐ง๐."
Hyugo had insisted, practically begged to spend Valentine's Day with you. Initially, you told him no. You didn't want to make a big deal out of today, didn't want to be pampered or anything, to have to worry about finding what gift that would suit him.
But after kneeling to you and begging, being close to tears, you reluctantly said yes, only to make him stop his insistent begging. That was probably the worst mistake you could have made.
When Hyugo came over, he had two bags filled with ingredients. He told you that he would do everything, practically forcing you to stay out of the kitchen as he did his thing.
Which was to almost burn down your apartment when he tried to cook for you. You should have remembered that Hyugo couldn't cook to save his life, reprimanding him and yourself, him because he almost ruined your kitchen and yourself for letting him.
But at the end, you two just ordered in, watching a movie he had brought with him.
Even after he almost burned your apartment down, he insisted that he was going to bake for you. Despite your protests, he did it anyways, leaving you be in your living room as he went to work on whatever he was making.
You looked over at him often, making sure that he wasn't burning anything or making too big of a mess. But he was a better baker than a cook, so of course he knew what he was doing.
After an hour, a presented you a chocolate heart-shaped cake, a big smile on his face, his cheek smeared with flour.
"Ta-da! Cake, for my favorite Valentine's.~" He teased, setting the cake in front of you on the coffee table. You stared at the cake cautiously, seeing how delicious it looked and also feeling a little weary of it.
"Is it burnt?" You asked, looking at him. He gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.
"You wound me! Of course it's not burnt! I know my dessert recipes." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking to the side, as if he couldn't look at you anymore at your accusation. You just gave him a deadpan look.
He waved a hand towards you, shoving a fork in your hands. "Just eat it, I made it just for you." He insisted, leaning into his hands as he placed his elbows on the table, waiting for you to take a bite.
Hesitantly, you stabbed the pointed part of the heart cake, bringing the piece to your mouth to eat. It... actually tasted really good. Surprisingly good.
He smirked as he noticed your facial expression shifting from a cautious look to a pleased one.
"See? I knew you'd like it."
You pointed the fork at him. "Don't push it. I'm still mad at you for almost burning my kitchen."
He pouted at your words, moving a little closer to you as you continued to eat the chocolate cake. "You're just gonna hold that over my head? I said I was sorry!"
You just rolled your eyes at him, going to eat another bite when he grabbed your hand, pulling it towards him, making you look at him. He noticed some chocolate icing on your knuckle, bringing your hand to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick up the icing, his eyes watching how flushed your face became.
"Could you please forgive me? I'll do anything to make it up to you."
You blinked, staring at him for a long moment before yanking your hand away from him, wiping your hand on your jeans. "Fine. You're forgiven. Just let me eat my chocolate cake in peace." You waved a dismissive hand at him, not swayed from him licking you.
It was a normal occurrence between you two.
He made a happy sound, moving closer to wrap his arms around you, burying his face into the side of your neck. "Oh, thank you! I knew you loved me still.~"
You rolled your eyes at him again, but this time it wasn't out of annoyance. It was Valentines Day after all, so you should just cut him some slack.
