SYNOPSIS! Have you ever spoken to Sunghoon? No. Will you ever muster up the courage to speak to him? Probably not. But that’s not going to stop you from admiring him from afar is it? Unknowingly to you, Sunghoon has been admiring you too, will you ever talk to him? That’s for you to find out ;)
GENRE! Basketball player!hoon x artist fem!reader, collage au, strangers to lovers, Sunghoon is so down bad
CAUTION! inappropriate jokes, cursing, a little suggestive, more to be added
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PROFILES ONE || happy family
sunghoon
@/sugartitshoon || centre on the deciles basketball team, secretly obsessed with AESPA no.1 my, jakes existence is his kyptonite
@/notsung || where sunghoon lets out his AESPA obsessions (he doesn’t want you to see him letting out the demons), this whole account is wiiiilde, once he performed a virtual exorcism on niki
jay || jake
@/jeongaseonga || point guard on the deciles basketball team, can’t play the guitar, girl magnet but never talks to them (#bitchlessbychoice)
@/jakeylovestitz || small forward on the deciles basketball team, says he’s ‘the rizzler’ yet he still has no girlfriend, no.1 beliber
heeseung || matthew
@/seungthan || captain of the deciles basketball team, makes it his entire personality… you should see his dating profiles ! very confident in his appearance (WHY WOULDNT HE BE??) and flirts with everyone (you) which some people don’t like (Sunghoon definitely hasn’t threatened him at all!)
@/mattblk || power forward on the deciles basketball team, gym bro…., has the fattest crush on the brown m&m, takes thirst traps a lot so most of his friends have him blocked ><
hanbin || taerae
@/hanbinzz || shooting guard on the deciles basketball team, dramatic like you’ve never seen before, rly bad at flirting TT his friends like to watch and laugh (sorry bin), no one new he had a tattoo until a year later (he’s just so mysterious!)
@/taerawr || reserve point guard on the deciles basketball team, openly hates basketball, hasn’t quit because he knows heeseung will hurt him hasn’t played a full game in about 2 years, gets called bitchless but in reality he has about 5 people on the go
The moment Kyle was back by your side he felt lighter and there was no denying you felt the same. There was an indisputable vibe between the two of you, but you decided not to dwell on it and go with whatever happened. “Hey!” You called out over the chatter. A sheepish wince crossed your features when it was a little too loud. Kyle chuckled and stepped to the side to lean on the bar, your body turning to see him in your full front view.
“I didn’t think I’d see you for a bit.” Or ever. You were thrilled you ran into him though. “I’m going to guess you haven’t finished the book?” Kyle rolled his eyes, playfully huffing and crossing his arms. “Well actually-“ Your eyebrows raised in surprise and his faux serious expression faltered. The corners of his lips tipped up when he dropped his arms. “No, I haven’t.”
You laughed at his dorky behavior and shook your head. This was only your second time hanging out and he had been able to make you forget everything you were doing both times. Kyle chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he leaned in closer to you ‘to hear you better.’
"You got me there," he admitted with a mischievous grin, the playful banter between you only deepening his desire to stick by your side. "But hey, don't blame me for being distracted by your irresistible charm and wit. That’s why I haven’t been able to read it. If you weren’t here I’d be curled up in that booth with my book.” It was your turn to roll your eyes and you playfully nudged his shin with your foot. “Yeah right.”
Kyle lowered his voice, drawing you in for him to tease you further. “I'll have you know, I'm determined to finish it. I won't rest until I do. I told you, I’m going to be your emotional support buddy." Another flush of heat hit your cheeks. “Oh my emotional support book buddy?” You countered. Kyle sighed and leaned back again, “Didn’t have to one up me with the name.” His tone showed no hint of true resentment though. The smirk plastered on his lips said the exact opposite.
You raised an eyebrow and snickered. “Oh okay Mr. Charm.” You took a sip of your drink, letting your eyes trail behind the bar. Even with your eyes shifting elsewhere you could feel Kyle’s on you. It wasn’t weird at all. It was almost comforting in a way. Reassuring that he was genuinely interested in getting to know you.
After your drink you turned to look back to him only to discover his eyes hadn’t drifted anywhere else. Kyle’s small smile grew wider. Wanting to know more about him, or more so not wanting to let the conversation die, you spoke up again. “So what are you doing here? Not saying that you do or don’t look like you’d fit in here.” You nodded to the pub’s indoor decoration. It was definitely more of a local pub rather than a more flashy one. He seemed like he’d fit in at flashy pubs or anywhere of that caliber. Kyle just had a perfect face that could really fit any level of fancy.
Kyle chuckled at your comment, feeling the nervousness in his veins fade away. You made it so easy to converse and not be worried about messing up the conversation. Taking a moment to observe the pub's interior, he nodded in appreciation. "Well, this place certainly has charm," Kyle replied, a glint in his eyes. "But to answer your question, my friend loves this pub.” He shrugged nonchalantly, resting his arm on the bar, his posture far more relaxed not that he was actually talking to you. “What are you doing here?”
“Are you saying I don’t fit the crowd, Kyle?” Your tone remained light and teasing, making him shake his head and smile again. “Depends, love. Do you want me to be honest?” Your hand swatted at his arm making him fake a worse injury. You lovingly swore you could only roll your eyes so much. “Don’t inflate my ego too much there.”
Kyle grinned and took a step forward, “I’ll keep a note of that.” His eyes flicked back to look at the booth where Price looked awfully smug, Soap wore a mischievous look, and he could guess behind the face mask Ghost was smirking. Your eyes followed him to the booth where the man with mutton chops had waved at you earlier. “Those your friends?” Kyle hummed and looked back at you, nodding and smiling. “Yeah. Take a wild guess of which one loves it here.”
You raised an eyebrow leaning towards Kyle while you squinted at the trio. “Mohawk.” Kyle grinned, “Ding ding ding. How’d you know?” Did you have to list why you thought it was him? “No comment.” He grinned and shook his head trying to hide his smile behind his hand scratching at his chin. Soap still looked smug as ever at the table, not realizing they were talking about him. “Wanna go over there?”
The question surprised you a little bit. You didn’t think Kyle really wanted you to join his friends or cared enough to invite you. Your eyes widened slightly and seemed for a moment that Kyle was going to nervously take the offer back, but you smiled. “Yeah I’d love to.” He subtly exhaled and gave you another dazzling smile, “Good, good. Yeah let’s,” he gestured the way. Kyle politely let you walk ahead to the table. He certainly wasn’t making signals behind you for Soap to shut up.
Once reaching the table Kyle held a hand out to his friends. “This is John,” Price nodded at you with a friendly smile. “This is Simon,” The so-called ‘Simon’ kept a black balaclava on and an indifferent expression. He nodded as well and you decided not to question the fashion choice. The last option left the mohawked man. “And this is also John.” You raised an eyebrow and glanced at them, “Two John’s? Must get confusing.”
The second John leaned forward with a cheeky look. “Aye, I’m th’ handsome John.” You snorted out a laugh and covered your mouth. “Oh yeah?” John nodded proudly, earning a jab to the side from Simon. “Ow, feck. What th’ feck was that for?” Simon simply mumbled an answer that had John scooting to make space, Kyle shooting a glare at John. The seemingly older, and wiser, John gave an apologetic look.
“Sorry ‘bout that, love. Have a seat.” You glanced up at Kyle who looked back to you and smiled again, covering up whatever emotion was previously in his eyes. Smiling back, you sat down and scooted into the booth. “Thank you, seriously. You guys didn’t have to do this.” “Nonsense, any friend of Kyle is a friend of ours, yeah?” Before you could answer the other John raised his glass, “Hear, hear! Cheers to that!”
Kyle seemed a little quieter or preoccupied in his thoughts. He raised his arm and put it on the back of the booth opening his stance up to you. “You just want to drink, Soap.” The statement earned a chuckle from himself and Price. “Soap?” You questioned. Simon jumped in speaking clearly now. “Call ‘im that cause ‘e doesn’t know what the hell soap is.” Soap gasped dramatically and the mask over Simon’s lip shifted indicating his wide smirk.
“Ah dae tae!” Soap protested, accent thickening at the scandal (and alcohol). “Boys.” Price sighed when Simon pressed a hand to Soap’s shoulder to keep him at arm’s length. A minute in and you could tell John was a father figure to them. No time to dwell on the thought though, because a soft pair of lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “Sorry about them. Thought they’d be less rowdy tonight.” You ignored the shiver running down your back and glanced over your shoulder at Kyle. “It’s okay, really.”
He tilted his head, brown eyes studying your face intently before he nodded. “As long as you're okay.” Your small smiles mirrored each other's, his appearing a second after yours. “Definitely am. Dealt with way worse.” “Worse than him?” Kyle nodded to Soap who was still bickering with Simon. Laughter tumbled from your lips again, it was easy to laugh around Kyle. “Yeah, even worse than him.”
Kyle fell silent for a second, but not uncomfortably. His lips parted before you realized the bickering died down. Turning back you were met with Price trying to seem like he hadn’t been paying attention to the two of you, Simon seemingly less interested, and Soap eagerly leaning his chin on the palm of his hand. “Sooo, yer th’ bird he was talkin’ about?” “Okay,” Kyle’s statement was clear this time. He sighed, getting up and offering his hand to you.
“Wanna take a walk?” Not caring that you had basically just sat down, you nodded and grasped his hand. The palm was rough, but yet not calloused. “Sure.” You hoped you didn’t seem too excited. Kyle’s hand left your hand to slide protectively around your waist. Walking away you could hear the muffled chatter that Soap had ‘scared you off’ and if you strained your ears you could hear Simon nonchalantly flicking the back of Soap’s head.
Kyle filtered through the crowd, his hand never fumbling from your waist. After a minute or so the cool breeze hit your face, caused by a person pushing through the open door. His arm raised and Kyle held the door open letting you slip under it. “You smoke?” He asked, a little too loud from the change in the loud atmosphere. “You smoke?” The question slipped out without a second thought and Kyle responded with a lively chuckle.
“Here and there? You?” He asked again with a smirk, digging to grab his pack. “Here and there,” you retorted with your own smug look. Kyle rolled his eyes and flicked his lighter, lighting his cigarette. He grabbed a second one and pressed the tip to his lit one effectively setting yours ablaze. Kyle passed it to you and watched you take it. “Can I walk you home?”
For a moment you wanted to teasingly ask him ‘can you?’ but not wanting to ruin the moment you nodded and slipped the cig between your parted lips. “Yeah. Yeah, you can.”
falling, fallen! a love triangle between scara, kazuha, and you.
The bell rang through the halls of the school. The crowd of students quickly ran to their own classrooms, and the halls were now eerily quiet.
"Class, I'd like you to welcome our new transferee. He's part of the fencing team, so we won't get to see him often."
Your stomach churned. Maybe he's late. You sigh and turn your head to look out the window.
The classroom door slid open. It's Scaramouche. His black backpack was hanging on his right shoulder, and on his left was his fencing gear, his sword. That's, um, a foil, right? you recall.
He introduces himself in his monotonous yet somehow– powerful way. "I’m Scaramouche, delighted to meet you." An easy facade. Whatever the case, he wasn’t going to be seeing the class often anyway. "You can sit there in the center aisle, next to the ginger," your teacher says.
He walks over hesitantly. He sets his luggage down and takes his seat. Childe gives him a smack on the back, causing Scaramouche to flinch. "It's nice to see you again," he says with a smirk. "Shut up." He says, flipping Childe off.
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synopsis you’re about to graduate high school, and you’ve only yet begun exploring the nervousness and uncertainty of love. this last semester, you’re closer than ever to the one and only fencer of japan, kazuha! you watch as his fellow fencer, scaramouche, works his way up the totem pole of fencing. one is paired up with you in the school, seemingly viewed as the “perfect pair”. as for the other, you rekindle your past with him.
perhaps you’re falling for them. or maybe, you’ve already fallen.
notes short cuz im posting another one lool (kazuha gets to be happy in the next 10 chapters or so /j)
A/N: 4200 words later and it’s finally finished! Writing this had me feeling some sort of a way and I just.... AHHHH! Translations are listed below. (I do not speak Italian, so if any of it is wrong, I apologize!)
You leaned against the wall, occasionally sipping your drink as you continued to scan the room. You tried desperately to keep your eyes off of him, but to no avail. You sighed, watching him laugh with Damiano and Ethan.
“Why won’t you just talk to him?” Victoria asked from beside you, giving you a grin.
“What do you mean? I talk to him all the time, Vic.” you said, rolling your eyes in an attempt to shake off your nerves.
“You know exactly what I mean. You’ve been avoiding him all night. Why don’t you tell him that you like him?” she huffed.
You scoffed and took another sip of your drink before answering her.
“Why would I do that? I’m sure I can get some sort of sexual gratification just from staring at him if I try hard enough.”
You looked at Thomas who continued to talk animatedly with Damiano. He used his hands alot when he talked. God you loved his hands. That was one of the many non-sexual things about him that turned you on. You always wondered just how deep his long fingers could reach… much further than your own, you’re sure. Or how it would feel to have one of his large hands wrapped around your throat while he fucked you senseless. You could practically feel yourself salivating at the thought. Victoria’s voice quickly brought you out of your little daydream.
“Oh I’m sure you could, cucciolo, but you know damn well the real thing would be so much better than your vibrator and whatever your filthy little mind conjures up.” She said, giggling as she glanced over to where Thomas was standing. You followed her gaze and admired him from across the room. He just happened to look over at you at that exact moment, causing you to blush and look away quickly, hoping he didn’t see you staring.
Victoria nudged you with her elbow and you looked up, seeing that Thomas was walking over with a big smile on his face.
“Hello, ladies! Having fun yet?” he asked the two of you, but his eyes were focused on you. You could feel the butterflies erupt in your stomach as his eyes stayed on yours.
“Yeah!” Victoria answered, noticing that you were frozen to the spot. “Actually, I was just about to go catch up with Damiano, so you two have fun!” she finished excitedly before she hurried off, leaving you alone with Thomas.
That bitch! You couldn’t believe she just left you alone with the guy you’ve been crushing on for over a year. Actually… yes you could. It was a very “Victoria” thing to do.
“So…” he stated, placing a hand on the wall above your shoulder, caging you in. “Rumor has it, I make you nervous.”
You stared up at him, his face only a few inches away from your own. How the hell did he even know that?! He smirked down at you, waiting for a reply.
“What? Y-you don’t make me nervous…” you mumbled, trying to sound confident but failing miserably.
“Oh really? That’s not what Damiano told me. And Ethan. And Victoria.” he said, smiling at you, knowing he had you cornered. Literally. You huffed, knowing you’d been caught.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Thomas.” you said quietly, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Holy fuck… has he always been this tall?
“I want to know the truth, Y/N. Why do I make you nervous?” he said, bringing the hand down from the wall to stroke his fingers across your cheek and giving you a smile.
“Why do I feel like you already know the reason?” you whispered. He chuckled in response.
“Because I do. But I wanna hear you say it, micetta.” He whispered back, bringing his face closer to yours. You held your breath at the close proximity, unable to think properly with lips only mere inches away from your own. “Breathe, cara mia.”
You listened, letting go of the breath you were holding before inhaling deeply, pulling the scent of him deep into your lungs. You don’t know what was worse, not breathing or breathing in his scent. Eventually you found your voice again, still quiet, but loud enough that he could hear you.
“It’s because I love you.”
“Good.” he whispered, inching closer. “Because I love you too, Y/N.”
He leaned down, ghosting his lips over your own. You pressed forward, pressing your lips firmly against his, wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling them in his long hair. His hands gripped your hips and stepped forward, effectively pinning you against the wall. Your lips moved in sync with his, your brain still barely comprehending the fact that Thomas liked you. His tongue darted out, licking gently at your lower lip, asking for entry. Right as you were about to grant him access, a loud wolf whistle brought you back to reality. The two of you pulled apart, you looked shocked and Thomas was smiling. You looked over seeing Victoria and Damiano grinning at you.
“It’s not what it looks like!” you quickly said, hoping to defuse the situation. But Thomas was quick to interject, a big smirk on his face.
“Yes it is!”
You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against the center of Thomas’ chest, embarrassed that you had been caught. His hands skimmed up and down your sides, silently assuring you that everything was ok and he definitely wasn’t ashamed to have been caught with you. You could hear Damiano and Victoria laughing.
“Oh I know exactly what I just saw!” Damiano said, still grinning like the cheshire cat. “And it looks to me like our dear Thomas here was about to get lucky!”
You groaned at his words, hearing Victoria cackling next to him because she knew he was right. I mean, she was your best friend so obviously you’d told her about all of your dirty fantasies about Thomas.
“Please make them stop.” you mumbled against his chest. He leaned down, putting his lips next to your ear.
“Come on, tesorina. We can go somewhere more private so they won’t bother us anymore.” he said quietly, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him, leaving a cheering Damiano and Victoria behind.
“Where are we going?” You asked as he took a turn down the hallway.
“My room.”
You stayed quiet the rest of the walk there, just enjoying the feeling of his fingers laced with yours as he tugged you along. Eventually he pulled you into a room and shut the door. You’d always known where his room was, I mean, you lived with the whole band, but you’d never actually been IN his room before. You took a look around, eyes landing on his unmade queen size bed before hearing him speak.
“We don’t have to do anything, you know that right?”
You turned to see him looking at you, concerned. You guessed he’d seen you staring at his bed.
“And if I want to do something?” you asked quietly, tugging your lower lip between your teeth, looking at him through your long lashes. He grinned, reaching over to click the lock on his door before closing the distance between you.
“Then who am I to deny you?”
His hands immediately found your hips, pulling you against him, his lips finding yours in the process. Your hands found themselves placed firmly on his chest, gripping at his shirt as you kissed him back, your tongue darting out to prod at his lips. He opened his mouth, his tongue finding yours, caressing it gently before sucking on it. You moaned into his mouth, gripping his shirt even tighter than before.
“Easy, micetta. We’ve got all night, plus forever, to do whatever you like.” he said, pulling away only slightly, his lips still ghosting over yours as he talked.
“You mean it?” you asked, realizing that this wasn’t just one night of fun for him. He genuinely wanted to be with you.
“Of course I do. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. And what I want is to be with you.”
You grinned, leaning up to peck his lips one more time before pushing him over to the bed, making him sit down on the edge. He looked up at you, curiosity sparkling in his hazel eyes. You gathered every ounce of courage you had, grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. His eyes scanned your body, taking in your purple lingerie that barely covered your body. But before he could react, you dropped to your knees in front of him, giving him the most innocent smile you could muster.
“Can we take these off?” you asked sweetly, tugging at his jeans.
“Yeah.” he said, standing for just a moment to pull his shirt over his head and push his jeans down his long legs.
Before he could sit, you tugged on the hem of the underwear he was wearing, silently asking permission to take them off. He gave you a smile and a nod. You gripped the elastic, gently pulling it down his legs. His erection bobbed in front of your face, making your mouth water. He sat back down, spreading his legs to make room for you.
You reached a hand out, wrapping your fingers gently around his length and slowly began to stroke him. He moaned at the contact which only encouraged you to move faster. You glanced up, noticing how his eyes were struggling to stay open as he watched you.
“Thomas, look at me.” You said, getting his attention. His eyes locked on yours as you leant forward, darting your tongue out to kitten lick at the head.
“Oh fuck.” He groaned, letting one of his hands tangle in your hair.
Never breaking eye contact, you opened your mouth, gently wrapping your lips around his length. You gently suckled the tip, letting your tongue dip into the slit, tasting his precum. My god, he tasted fucking heavenly. His fingers tightening in your hair told you he wanted more, but didn’t want to force you. You relaxed your jaw, engulfing more of his cock in your mouth, until he hit the back of your throat.
“Fuck! Feels so fucking good, amore!” he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut and tossing his head back.
You continued to bob your head up and down his cock, your hand working over what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. His groans of pleasure spurred you on, making you move faster. After only a couple minutes he was tugging gently on your hair, pulling you off of his cock.
“What is it?” you asked, wondering if you’d done something wrong. He immediately noticed your concern.
“Y/N, amore mio, your mouth just felt too damn good.” he said, standing up and grabbing your hand to pull you up with him.
His hands skimmed up and down your back, his fingers landing on the clasp to your bra. He raised his eyebrow at you in question and you nodded. His skilled guitarist fingers quickly unclasped your bra and you let the straps slide down your arms, letting the offending garment hit the ground. You noticed his eyes roaming your near naked body, particularly focusing on your now exposed breasts.
“You can touch me, Thomas.” you whispered, grabbing his hands and placing them over your breasts. He instinctively gave them a squeeze, causing you to gasp.
You leaned up, pressing your lips against his in a quick kiss before pulling away. He looked confused, but only for a moment. You moved past him and crawled onto the bed, laying back against his pillows, your hair in a fan around your head like a halo. You smiled and reached your arms out, making grabby hands at him so he would get in bed with you. He quickly followed suit, crawling into bed and hovering over you.
“I think you’re wearing too much, amore mio.” he teased, letting his hand skim down your belly to the lacy fabric that covered your dripping heat.
“Then take them off, Raggi.” you teased back, smirking up at him.
He quickly sat back, pulling the damp, lacy fabric down your legs and tossing them somewhere behind him. You kept your knees shut, your cheeks flushed red, a sudden shyness taking over. He smiled at you then a devilish smirk graced his features.
“Aww, is my pretty baby getting all shy on me? Open your legs, amore. If you want me to fuck you, I have to prep you.” he said, running his hand sup the front of your legs, coming to rest on your knees. “I’ll take care of you, micetta. I promise.”
You slowly let your legs fall open, exposing your wet pussy to his hungry gaze. And now there was no hiding just how turned on you’d gotten just by sucking his dick. His hands grazed your thighs, holding them open as he leaned down, his face only a couple inches away from where you needed him most.
“Thomas… please.” you moaned breathlessly, unable to form a coherent thought at the sight of him between your legs.
“Alright, baby girl. Now let me finally taste this gorgeous cunt.”
He leaned forward, licking a broad stripe through your folds. Your eyes fluttered at the sensation and a weak whimper left your lips. He pulled away, but only for a second.
“Mmm you taste like fucking candy, tesoro.” he moaned, licking his lips before diving right back in.
He shoved his tongue through your folds, instantly finding your aching clit and swirling circles around it. Both of his hands came up and around your thighs, holding them in place as he licked at your dripping center. His tongue delved deep inside you and his nose nudged at your swollen clit, causing you to toss your head back against the soft pillows. The room echoed with your moans and the wet, obscene sounds of Thomas eating you out.
“Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Thomas! Oh god, that feels so good!” you moaned, not caring if your friends could hear you. He shoved his tongue even further in your cunt, causing you to arch your back, but he held you down.
“What is it, baby girl? Do you need something inside your tight little cunt? Want me to get you ready for my cock?” he teased, bringing one hand to your pussy and letting his fingers trace up and down your slit. You attempted to arch your hips but he held you down.
“Yes!” you yelped as he slid one finger inside you.
“Fuck, Y/N, baby, you’re so wet.” he said, his eyes transfixed on his long finger sliding in and out of you.
“More!” you moaned, desperate for anything he would give you.
You felt him slowly slip in a second finger, your walls stretching to accommodate him. The burn felt heavenly and you hummed in approval, slowly grinding your hips against his hand. He fingered you slowly, gently curling his fingers upwards, causing you to whimper and making your legs twitch. He chuckled and did it again, getting the same reaction.
“Ah, there it is. Did I find your little spot? Does it feel good when I curl my fingers like that, principessa?”
“Mhmm.” you hummed, throwing your head back and your mouth dropping open in a silent scream as he curled his fingers again, the rough pads of his fingers repeatedly abusing the sensitive spot.
“What’s the matter? You like that a bit too much, amore?” He teased.
By this point your legs were starting to shake and you could hardly catch your breath. You rocked your hips against his hand, forcing his fingers deeper. You let out a strangled moan as the coil in your belly tightened and your legs were shaking.
“That’s it, principessa. Let go. Cum for me.” he encouraged, letting his thumb rub small circles on your clit and smiling up at you from between your legs.
The sight of him alone was enough to send you over the edge. The heat that had built up in your belly finally snapped as you came, your velvety walls contracting around his fingers.
“Thomas! Oh fuck!”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Such a good girl for me.” he soothed, continuing to gently work you through your orgasm as the other hand rubbed your thigh as you came back down.
He gently removed his fingers from your still quivering center, looking into your eyes as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licking your essence from them. You let out another feeble moan at the sight.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Thomas.” you mumbled, throwing an arm across your face dramatically.
“Well don’t die on me yet, amore. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He laughed and crawled up your body until his face was level with yours. You slowly removed your arm from your face to see him smiling down at you.
“Hi.” you whispered.
“Hi.” he said, affectionately nudging his nose against yours before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. The kiss was slow and passionate, filled with 16 months worth of pent up feelings for each other. His tongue slowly caressed yours, igniting a fire within you.
One of his hands skimmed up your rib cage until his fingers grazed the swell of your breast, the light touches teasing you immensely. You arched your back, pushing your breasts forward, hoping he would get the hint. Thankfully he did, his large hand covering your breast, giving it a squeeze before letting his fingers toy with your nipple.
“Mmm Thomas.” you mumbled against his lips.
“I want you, tesorina.” he whispered back.
“Then have me. I’m yours.” you said, reaching your hands up to play with his hair.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve wanted this for the past year, if not longer. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” you reassured him.
He gave you a smile and reached his hand down between your bodies to line himself up at your entrance. You could feel his tip prodding your entrance, causing a new wave of arousal to rush through you. He gave you one last look, silently asking if you were ready and you gave him a nod.
He gently pushed in, his eyes locked on yours. You moaned at the feeling of your walls being impossibly stretched. Let’s be honest, Thomas was gifted in that area. But you weren’t complaining. Far from it. When he finally bottomed out, you could feel his tip pressed right against your cervix, the sensation nearly causing you to forget how to breathe.
Slowly, he began moving and you gripped his hair tighter. He pulled out slightly before pushing back in, gradually picking up the pace. You were so caught up in the feeling of Thomas’ cock stretching you out that you were unaware that you had started making noises, but apparently Thomas greatly appreciated them.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Sound so fucking pretty when you moan for me like that.” he grunted, fucking into you a bit harder.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, the new angle making you scream and your eyes roll back. You were practically seeing stars as the pleasure coursed through your veins. You’d always imagined what sex with Thomas would be like, but your vibrator and your imagination couldn’t compare to what you were experiencing right now.
You watched the sweat beading on his forehead as he pounded into you. Your eyes locked on his and you tugged gently on his hair as you rolled your hips in time with his thrusts.
“Oh fuck! So good, Daddy!” you moaned, realizing seconds too late what you’d just said. Before you could attempt to backtrack on what you’d said, you noticed Thomas’ hips stuttered for a second. He pulled out and gripped your hips, flipping you over onto your stomach. Instinctively, you arched your back and pushed your ass towards him, keeping your legs spread as much as you could in this position.
“Say it again, baby.” he groaned, grabbing a handful of your ass before rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your dripping slit. “Be a good girl for Daddy and say it again.”
“Daddy, please!” you begged, wigging your ass to entice him further.
“Is this what you want, cucciolo?” he asked, slamming his hips forward, impaling you on his cock.
“Yes, Daddy!” you screamed into the pillow you were hugging against your face.
He started fucking you fast and hard, his hands gripping your hips so tight you knew you’d have a few bruises in the morning. You eventually started rocking yourself with his thrusts, pushing yourself back on to him with every forward thrust he made. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed loudly off the walls.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock!” he moaned, looking down to watch his cock disappearing inside you.
You could feel the heat building back up, your breath was becoming harder to catch. You knew you were close and you wouldn’t last much longer. You reached down between your body and the mattress, letting your fingers work frantically at your clit as you continued to impale yourself on his cock. Your walls fluttered erratically around his length, signaling to him that you were close.
“Baby, I know you’re close. I can feel it. I’m right there with you. Where do you want me to cum, cucciolo?” he moaned, leaning down to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. It only took you a second to answer him.
“In me!”
You could feel his cock twitch at your words.
“Are you sure, amore?” he asked, his thrusts becoming irregular.
“Yes! I’m on birth control! Please, Thomas, I need it!” you whined, wanting to feel his seed deep inside you.
Nearly seconds later, the heat inside of you exploded, sending you reeling over the edge, your cunt clenching tightly around Thomas. Your legs shook from the intensity and you could feel your own juices dripping down your thighs. Thomas wasn’t far behind you, thrusting one, two, three more times before stilling his hips and releasing in your still quivering pussy.
After a few moments, he gently pulled out of you, causing you to whimper and finally let your body collapse on the bed. You snuggled deeper against the pillow as Thomas laid down beside you, still trying to catch his breath. You took in his appearance, his blonde hair that was now a mess, his eyes closed and his breathing ragged. You smiled as you began to find small patterns in the freckles that covered his face.
“You’re so beautiful when you smile.”
His voice broke you out of your thoughts. You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t notice he’d opened his eyes and had caught you staring.
“Oh hush.” you said, looking away and feeling your cheeks heat up. He couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Now you’re acting shy? I just fucked the living daylights out of you and you were literally screaming my name, calling me ‘Daddy’ and everything, but all of a sudden I call you beautiful and you go all shy on me?”
“Oh my god.” you mumbled, burying your face into the pillow.
“C’mere, baby.” he said sweetly, grabbing your waist and pulling you against his chest.
One of his arms rested under your neck and the other came up to cradle your face in his palm, his thumb stroking soothingly over the flushed skin.
“I love you.” you whispered.
“I love you too, Y/N.” he said, pressing a delicate kiss against your lips.
*TIME SKIP - NEXT MORNING*
A loud banging woke you up, only for you to realize that you weren’t in your room. Looking to your left you saw Thomas fast asleep with his arm draped lazily across your stomach. The banging continued and you knew it wouldn’t wake Thomas, so you answered from your spot in bed.
“Who is it?” you called.
“Your best fucking friend!” Came the feminine voice of Victoria. You chuckled to yourself and smiled.
“What do you want, bitch?” you yelled back, still laughing.
“I want details!!!!”
“Later, Vic! We’re still sleeping.”
“Fine, but you and ‘Daddy’ better not get up to any more shenanigans because you two are loud as fuck! Damiano already has a whole arsenal of jokes ready to fire at you.” she yelled back, giggling hysterically.
You stayed silent as you heard her footsteps go back down the hall towards the kitchen.
“So she heard us last night?” came the sleepy whisper of Thomas, who was now staring at you with his hazel eyes. You nodded your head.
“We’re never gonna hear the end of this.” you said, smiling down at him.
“Good. That means we’re in this together forever.” he said, giving you a sleepy grin.
You leaned down, pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss.
“Now how about we really piss them off… Daddy?” you asked teasingly. He grinned, rolling over, pinning you beneath him on the bed.
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Gaz just wanted a nice lunch on his leave, but when he spotted you he couldn’t help but be drawn in. He entered your bookstore to ‘look around’. Lunch could certainly wait.
Standing just outside the pub doors you pulled your phone out to shoot Aisling a quick text. You wanted to check on her and make sure it was okay to leave. Better safe than sorry, you’d hate to leave your friend in a shitty situation. “One second…”
You> ‘Leaving with Kyle if you’re good n safe?’
Ails> ‘ahhh! Go get him <3 i’ve had no drinks, swear on it!’
Ails> ‘plus there's a piece of eye candy across the bar def gonna tap that byeee! xx’
You laughed and shook your head and put your phone away. “Okay we’re good.” With a confident stride, Kyle fell into step beside you as you made your way through the dimly lit streets. The sound of your footsteps mingled with the occasional passing car.
Kyle took a drag from his own cigarette, the faint glow illuminating his features as the smoke lazily dissipated into the night air. He grinned, unable to suppress the thrill that coursed through him upon hearing those words. "Well, I suppose it’s my lucky day, Bookworm," Kyle replied, exhaling a plume of smoke.
“Bookworm?” You asked with a laugh. He shrugged and protested. “What? It fits!” Kyle shook his head, laughter ringing true in the air. “Oh, yeah yeah. Now I’m not sure if you should walk me home.” You strolled forward faster while he spluttered behind you. Kyle caught up and waved his hands. “Oi, wait, I take it back!”
You laughed and eyed him, “Hmm, I dunno…” Faking you were deep in thought you inhaled from your nearly forgotten cigarette. You pulled the cig from your mouth and exhaled the smoke, watching it curl and dance in the air. “I so kindly gave you a cig,” Kyle pandered. Letting him fall into your view again you smiled and turned your head to blow the smoke away from his face. The small gesture made Kyle’s heart skip a beat and he quietly cleared his throat. “You are correct. Yeah, okay. As long as you aren’t a serial killer coming to murder me in my own home.” You joked.
He shook his head and crossed his heart before placing his cigarette to his lips. Kyle let the smoke breach his lungs one last time then snuffed it out when passing an ash n’ trash. He beamed back at you, “Don’t worry I’d do the polite thing and kill you outside of your house.” You gasped dramatically and swayed forward, delicately gripping his shoulders. It was a joking display but it was nice to have your softer touch. Kyle almost let himself dwell on it before snapping back to the present.
“My hero!” You sarcastically chirped. “Oi! Oi!” Kyle brushed at your hands and laughed when the two of you stumbled to the side. He wrapped his warm hands around yours, his palms covering the back of your hands. “Watch it,” Kyle jokingly complained. “Gonna make me eat shit and embarrass myself.”
You snickered and stood upright, not removing your hands. It was at a slightly awkward angle to walk sideways but with his hands on yours you didn’t care. “I’d carry you home if it makes you feel better.” Kyle quirked an eyebrow and smirked. “Didn’t I invite myself to walk you home? Pretty sure I’m the one supposed to carry you home. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”
There was no stopping the sniggering between the two of you. He made it so easy to laugh until your ribs hurt. “What!?” Kyle whined and finally moved his hands of yours to shake your shoulders back. You threw your head back laughing harder at his fake distress. “Nothing- nothing! Didn’t take you to be a gentleman..” He pressed his own hand to his chest now and faked offense. “You didn’t- what!? Oh you little…”
Your feet instinctively carried you forward before you broke into a sprint towards your apartment. Kyle guffawed and quickly followed after you. It was clear he was a fast runner, unbeknownst to you it came from years of military training, but he still let you take the lead. The air whizzing by carried a faint scent of wet pavement, the aftermath of an earlier drizzle. Scattered lampposts cast a soft glow, painting everything in a haze, as if the world conspired to cloak you in a private moment.
Even while running through the sidewalks in public it felt secluded. Maybe it was the lack of people on the streets, or the fact that only your laughter could be the only thing heard echoing off buildings, either way it made the experience magical. “Wait up!” Kyle called out to you.
“Nuh-uh!” “Fuck you mean nuh-uh!?” A beat. “I meannn,” you looked over your shoulder to see Kyle sprinting after you, “you snooze you motherfucking lose!” You slid to a stop in front of the stoop next to your bookshop. The door led to a set of stairs inside that led to your apartment. You cheered triumphantly, cheeks flushed, when Kyle ‘finally’ made it to you.
He scoffed and folded his arms impishly. “Cheater.” Your jaw dropped open and you gingerly shoved his shoulder. “Sore loser.” You turned and fiddled with the key to open the door, a smile resting on your lips. “Thanks for walking, or running, me home.” A boyish smile spread on Kyle’s face. “Anytime, seriously.”
The door creaked open and you looked back one last time. “Update me on the book okay?” The thought popped up quickly, your brain unable to stop the invitation. Kyle’s expression softened and he nodded. “Will do.” He turned, rubbing his neck and lifting his leg to walk away. Instead, Kyle spun back around to look at you. If you didn’t know any better it’d seem like he was anxious. “It would probably be a little bit easier if I had your number…or name?”
You tilted your head and thought about it for a second. The wind filled the silence momentarily, your statement of your name following shortly after. Kyle repeated your name back as if testing it on his tongue. “Oh and it’s xxx-xxxx” You nodded and took a step back into the stairwell. “Night Kyle.” “Goodnight.”
It had been hours since you had met Kyle and you couldn’t seem to get him off your mind. Almost immediately you wished you had given him your number, but you had to be mysterious. At least he seemed hooked. You hoped so. Your thoughts dissipated quickly though when your friend, Aisling, asked for your opinion on her outfit. You turned your head a little too slow before nodding and smiling. “Yeah, no, it’s good. You look great.”
She grinned and turned back to the mirror. “Oi ‘ope so. Tryin’ ta score tenite.” Aisling laughs and looks back at you finishing your outfit. “Ready?” You smooth your outfit down and stand up from the bed, “Mhm!” You had definitely spent time on your outfit. There was no chance you were looking to take anyone home (someone else was on your mind). Though, you definitely wanted to dress up to feel good about yourself.
Aisling slides an arm around yours and pulls you along quickly out of her complex. The weather was nice enough. Clouds took up the expanse of the sky, but it surprisingly hadn’t rained today. Rain sounded nice except for when you were walking to a bar with the sun setting. A sneaking thought popped into your head. Did Kyle like rain?
You shook your head, trying to physically pry Kyle from your thoughts. After work you had gone straight to Aisling’s flat which was the original plan. Getting ready and taking the short walk to the pub didn’t leave you much time to tell her about Kyle. “Sooo…ya lookin’ fer anyone tenite?” She side-eyed you with a grin. Perfect timing.
You shook your head, cheeks heating up when she opened the door. “No- no. Definitely not.” She made a noise alluding to her suspicion. A sigh pulled from your lips and you looked at her. “I met a guy today. His name’s Kyle.” Aisling’s squeal almost deafened you when the two of you entered the lively pub. “Tell everythin.’” You laughed and scanned for a place to sit before deciding to head to the bar first, letting Aisling trail after you.
“Come awn! Ya ‘ave ta tell me, ‘m yer best friend!” Your hand raised to wave her off dismissively. “God, okay let me get a drink first,” you teased light heartedly. And if you had walked forward five steps and glanced to the right you would have caught a pair of familiar eyes, the subject of your conversation.
***
As soon as Kyle had left the bookshop he had texted Soap who promptly brought it into the groupchat. Sure he had other friends, but spending most of his days around the 141 caused him to grow closer to them than most people he had in his life. As soon as Soap entered the group chat he went on and on about how “Gaz met someone today (probably love at first sight).” It didn’t take long for Soap to declare that this was in need of a celebration, a trip to the pub. Kyle agreed while Ghost adamantly said it was not needed until Soap bribed him like usual. Price came to support Kyle, and have a pint or two. They didn’t often get chances to hang out outside of work.
A few hours later when the sun was beginning to creep down away from the sky the 141 found themselves at the pub. Soap wasted no time begging for details and Kyle couldn’t find it in himself to leave a single one out. After explaining the entire encounter word for word Soap paused, “Sooo…ye didnae get their name?” Kyle opened his mouth quickly to defend himself, “I-“ He let out a loud sigh and dropped his head to the wooden table. “Fuck.”
Price smiled and placed a hand on Kyle’s shoulder. “Don’t stress on it Gaz. If it’s meant to be you’ll run into them again.” He looked up and gave an encouraging nod to Soap. Ghost lifted a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug and let it drop. “Or you could go visit the shop again and get their name.” He looked down at his glass pressing it to his scarred lips again and took a sip.
Soap beamed and clapped Ghost’s shoulder, making the latter grunt. “Ah! Ghost aye has the best ideas!” Kyle glanced up at Soap, “You only say that cause-“ Kyle quickly cut off his own statement with wide eyes. “Shit, that’s them!” Kyle ducked a little while Soap stood up from his seat to obviously swivel his head around. Ghost pulled Soap down while Kyle faced him with a scowl, ready to chew him out.
And chew him out he would, if he hadn’t caught your eye. Amidst the crowd, he caught a glimpse of the topic of his conversation—you. Kyle immediately straightened up and grinned at you, a hidden mix of nervousness and excitement in his eyes. Catching sight of Kyle your heart fluttered and you waved over at him.
Needing no question Price slid out of the booth to let Kyle go to you. “Now's your chance. Go on, lad,” Price encouraged. Multiple passing ‘thank you’s’ came from Kyle as he left to reach you. On your side Aisling caught your eye watching Kyle walk over. Her eyes widened putting two and two together after you had described every detail about him, down to the two scars on his cheek.
Aisling grinned and squeezed your arm before quickly making herself scarce (going down the bar to watch and make sure Kyle wasn’t a creep). With Kyle walking towards you Price raised a hand to greet you before sitting down again. You raised a hand back not dwelling on who or why he was waving at you. He was probably just being polite. Kyle couldn’t have told his friends about you.
Kyle had left the table in such a rush he didn’t even realize or mind that he left his pint back on the table. His heart raced with anticipation as he made his way over to the bar, his gaze locked on you. He approached, trying to stifle his joy and appear casual. When he reached the bar, Kyle went to lean on the counter, but second guessed himself and ended up standing in front of you.
"Hey there, fancy seeing you here," he greeted you with a warm smile, "Mind a bit of company?”
