pairing : artist!m!oc x confrontational!pianist!m!reader
chang yi-jun loves anything connected to art and there was only one thing he disliked. you. he's the campus reserved sweetheart, why would he trouble himself with you?
you're a confrontational student. the university's main gossip. aside from causing (unecessary?) trouble, you loved two things. playing the piano and your muse, chang yi-jun.
contains : angst, pining, one-sided dislike, etc. (mentioned in the posts. i don't want to give away much. :>)
shun-note : a small imagine part ii of the top one. a glimpse into the future y'know?
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imagine nagisa riding y/n. his smaller figure mounting someone bigger than him, yet despite his stature, he's in control.
his own gasps and whimpers are drowned out by loud moans. large hands on his hips, but not putting in any work to take control. they tremble instead, nails digging in and then kneading at the flesh.
with the swirl of his hips, taking in y/n's massive cock deeper, nagisa feels the top one achiever of the university tense before he felt more warm cum filling him and gushing out his already stuffed hole.
"i-" a sharp breath stumbles out of y/n's kiss swollen lips. his hair stuck to his forehead and was sprawled against the pillow, forming a halo. his fucked out eyes gaze up at nagisa, who continues to grind. "i can't . . ." he cried out, back arching.
nagisa shushes him, leaning down and kissing the corner of his mouth. his fingers straighten the crooked glasses resting on the bridge of y/n's nose before looking into his dilated pupils. "you can take more right? you're a good boy, so you can." he coos softly, caressing the apple of his cheek.
"o-okay," y/n whimpers, eyes fluttering shut, as nagisa raises his hips, pulling the still hardened cock out before sitting up and sinking down with a whine of his own.
content : slow start!, college!au, top!student!reader!, amab!reader, x shiota nagisa, tall x short dynamic, mentions of ac characters, strangers to friends to fwb to lovers?, sudden confession, the reader is quiet and a softy, kinda ooc, giving head (reader as the giver), a watch that tells the bpm, lmk if i missed anything :)
shun-note : it's my vacation, though college starts this month. hope you like this! it's been on my mind for weeks. it's based on a short video i watched, though i don't know what it's called. it's another long fic. it's also random in a way pfft- confusing, but i understand it somehow. also, the normal bpm is 60-100. anywho, this is just fiction. 😭 SHOULD I MAKE PART TWO?
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in the university, there were four top students. not only in their department, but the whole college.
shiota nagisa and nakamura shiota. two of the top students. they are friends, but also see each other as rivals in academics. both of them were very competitive and popular throughout the institution.
another is akabane karma. he's from a different department. he's more laid-back but promising.
the top one student was pretty unknown, just a background character who was always three steps ahead of them. he never revealed his name and insisted on using the codename he always used, (codename).
life is pretty normal. y/n scanned his notes that morning, tweaking bits of information here and there. a small shuffling noise of the door made him look up. there, nakamura rio padded in with a smile, a pep to her step as she passed him.
he blinked before going back to his work. he twirled his pen in between his fingers as his eyes moved towards his digital wristwatch. seven thirty. half an hour left before class starts. and just like clockwork, a few more students enter the classroom.
a few opened the windows and drew the curtains open and some united with their friends. y/n puts away his things and sorts through his bag for a pack of candy his only friend insisted on having every morning. gummy worms.
"morning n/n," the familiar confident voice of akabane karma made him sigh. "oh, i can tell you missed me," he laughed out, taking the pack of treats from y/n's hand. "thanks!"
y/n leans back as the room filled with casual chatter. "you're supposed to be with the council president, making important decisions."
karma merely rolls his eyes. "nagisa can handle things without me." he fixes his bag on his shoulder, "anyway, i have to go. don't wanna be marked absent again," he winked and stuck his tongue out before darting out the door with a cheeky wave.
y/n and karma were like two peas in a pod. they've been friends since they were in diapers. though it didn't mean they would pursue the same career. and despite karma's department being on the other side of the building, he always squeezed in the time to come see y/n every morning, even though they walk together to the bus stop and take the same bus every weekday.
y/n watches as karma disappear before his figure is replaced by shiota nagisa. the top two and sometimes top three and the student council president. he hears his watch chime and he directs his attention to the red heart and numbers on the screen that was rapidly rising. 104 bpm.
he took a deep breath, ripping his attention away from the blue-hared male who slipped past him and brushed his shoulder. "stupid watch," he mumbles inaudibly as he hears shiota calm the class and prompted them to go back to their respective seats. 106 bpm.
"fuck," y/n whispers, running a hand down his face.
"i really think you should ditch that codename shit," karma comments as they sit down at the bleachers. the varsity players were practicing for the upcoming season's playoffs on the field, some students were scattered abouts, and the weather was just right.
y/n hums blankly, staring off into the sky, "yeah, no." he takes out his phone and checks through his messages from his mom. "i like this peaceful life. good grades, but no responsibilities tied to it. i genuinely like studying, but i don't want anything else that comes with it." it was true, his parents didn't expect him to have the highest or be the best, just as long as he has passing grades.
they were supportive of his choices, respected his boundaries, and didn't push him to be the best. he only needed one or two friends and good grades so he could have a good career. simple, but worth it.
karma grins, "i see... you want me to keep you all to myself." his smug face made y/n smile.
"man, the midterms are coming up," a student sighs as she sits a five levels down from karma and y/n with her friend.
her friend lets out a stressed grunt, "i know... i haven't even started reviewing yet. i also still don't understand koro-sensei's lesson!" she flails her arms, animatedly trying to explain what she thought the lesson was about. "- but then i find out, what i understood is so far from what my seatmate understood. so who's right and who's wrong?"
the nosey karma listened in, chewing on an apple. y/n leaned back and turned his phone on, hoping to drown out the ranting of his two classmates.
"a tutor would be great. but who? i asked around, even asked nagisa-san if he could teach me, but he said he could only understand half of it while the rest are stuck too!"
karma laughed to himself, "might have been admiring koro-sensei if they didn't understand." he threw his head back and cackled.
y/n rolls his eyes at his friend's antics. just as he was about to pull out earbuds, their next words catches his attention.
"what about that (codename)?" his classmate snapped her fingers in realization.
her friend beams. "that's right! but who is he or she?" her shoulders deflate as they hit a wall with their idea.
"project find out who's (codename)?"
y/n bites his inner cheek and stops listening. karma, who was leaning forward whips his head around and points toward the two. "are you not hearing this?"
"selective hearing works wonders, you should try it sometime," y/n retorts, eyes never leaving the notes on his phone.
karma finally stops and turns to his friend, "do you understand koro-sensei's lesson or whatever they're talking about?"
"what do you think?" y/n tilts his head.
his red headed friend stifles another laugh, "you definitely do."
nagisa paid attention to almost everything. almost.
"who is this (codename)?"
that was a thought he slept on every single night. he didn't know whether to be thrilled about getting to know who is behind the name or be agitated because he could never seem to surpass this person.
so as he walked into class that morning, he prepared himself for a fresh day. a fresh start. a mind clear of any thoughts. however as soon as he walked passed a certain seat, he nearly halted. who was that student?
a person that he caught in the corner of his eye, (h/c) haired student bowed down as if avoiding something. new thoughts bloomed in his mind.
"hey pres!" rio greeted with a smile, a hint of pink tinting her cheeks as she looked up at him. he returned the smile, missing the way their other friends shoved her teasingly as he took his seat one seat in front of hers. "so anything new?"
he hummed and shook his head, "nothing. aside from that confusing lesson the other week, nothing. the other section hasn't said anything either, so i guess there isn't much happening today." not was he only diligent, but he had countless sources as well.
rio let out a satisfied sound. "no stress today."
"what about in your life pres? anything new? like new crushes . . ." their friend who sat beside rio hinted with a sly smile. the latter perked up in interest, a look of innocent wonder on her face.
nagisa shook his head firmly with a small smile. "no." he then turned to his table, missing the way rio slumped with a noticeable frown. he took out his notebook and pen, preparing himself for class, a thought in mind. who was that?
that was during third year, now they were seniors.
throughout pre-finals and onwards, he gathered the courage to interact with his classmate. l/n y/n. someone who he had never met before, now a friend who distanced himself when he was with his group of friends.
he always saw y/n with karma, his vice president. from his observation, they've known each other for a long time.
y/n was secretive. he had boundaries. he was more of a listener rather than a speaker.
and if nagisa had a word to describe y/n, that would be 'smart'. too smart. concepts he didn't understand, now he did under y/n's guidance. his grades did improve, but it never surpassed (codename).
there he currently sat, on the other side of the field from y/n and karma, on the bleachers. he stole glances here and there as he ate his lunch.
"whatcha looking at pres?" rio asked from beside him as she fiddled with his notes, that had unfamiliar anotations on the sides. "and who's handwriting is this? i can't understand it at all."
nagisa straightened up and turned away from the field, "nothing. just admiring the sky." he then eyed the blue penmanship on his pages. he remembered vividly how y/n apologized for his atrocious handwriting as he scribbled some more. "that's y/n's."
rio wore a shocked expression, "wow... i didn't expect this type of handwriting. it's horrible." she didn't have any problems with y/n. she thought of him as the quiet student, maybe introverted or shy, but once you speak to him he's very opinionated.
both of them directed their attention to the said man who owned the penmanship.
karma rose his eyebrow, watching y/n write with his right hand. "you're left handed, you know that right? what's the point with writing with the other if it would look so ugly," he bluntly pointed out.
"it's so that no one would recognize my handwriting," y/n briefly explains.
the red head tilted his head in confusion. "why would you need to make your handwriting unrecognizable?" he tossed a gummy worm into his open mouth.
"nagisa-kun is one of the people who checks the quizzes and test papers," y/n says lightly, his hand cramping from the effort his right hand had to endure as he ended a sentence with a period. "i don't want him recognizing my handwriting when i write on his notes."
karma chokes on a gummy. "and he's okay with you ruining his clean notebook?"
y/n shrugs and takes a break from his small practice. he takes out his other notebook, mapped out with small diagrams, concepts, and legible penmanship. all information they've learned, simplified and easy to understand. "i don't know what he thinks honestly. i think he lets me anotate his notes because he's learning and improving."
"i dunno man... you're kinda heartless for tutoring him and never letting him be the top one," karma chuckles and shakes his head, finding amusement in the situation.
nagisa didn't know about y/n's academic standing. he never lied about it and never denied anything. so far, the council president only had suspicions, though never raised anything.
y/n gives nagisa a once over from across the field, his watch beeping as he hid his hand in his hoodie pocket to muffle the noise. "i think he knows."
"he definitely knows," y/n mumbles quietly from his bed, observing nagisa who sat hunched over the desk, scribbling away, acting ignorant to the pointed gaze he was receiving. "stop acting like your don't have a question."
the blue haired male flinches before turning to the male flipping through his course work. for someone who is now a consistent top two, he sure likes being tutored.
"you're (codename), aren't you?" nagisa asked bluntly. that innocent facade is gone, now blank and a bit intrigued. he abandons his work on the desk and steps over the littered crumpled up papers on the wooden floor. he approached the bed steadily. "it took me about five months to figure out."
y/n felt his heart skip beats and his watch chimed. the glowing red heart and three digit numbers lighting up the black circular screen. "how?"
"my vice president can be such a loud mouth sometimes," he smiles a little too eerily. he overheard karma talking to y/n about replacing his (codename) with a 'better' one, which consisted of complex numbers with a so called meaning behind it. "it's quite funny, you know? how... i didn't feel any sort of betrayal. it just made sense..." he stepped closer, leaning on the bed and reaching towards y/n's face, caressing his cheek lovingly. "of course you'd be a top student. you're so smart."
an almost intimate atmosphere replaced their quiet study one. y/n couldn't take his eyes off of nagisa's lips, just hovering near his own as said male closed their distance. continuous beeps of his watch blended into the background.
these were uncharted waters. but it felt electrifying. it felt good in a way. it drew him in. so unfamiliar and thrilling.
"it's so adorable that you crack at the mere sight of me and crumble when i touch you," nagisa whispers with a small smirk tugging at his lips. his fingers grab hold of y/n's cheeks, squishing them together making him pout.
he chuckles about to pull away only to be taken aback as y/n pulls him closer by his nape and pressing his lips against his. the shock leaves as soon as nagisa felt it and he pushed back, y/n's back touching the mattress as the student council president took his breath away.
their study session was abandoned and a watch chimed every minute. 110 bmp.
"you've been acting so weird," karma squints at his childhood best friend. folding bits of leaves that came off the tree and drifted nearby. his bag lays abandoned by his feet, so does his lunch beside his lap on the bleachers.
y/n gives him a side glance, "and why do you think that?" he cherry picks through his notes, highlighting what he needed to review more on.
his friend clears his throat. "you disappear ten minutes during lunch, you come back like you've ran a marathon, your hair is messy, and you rub your throat like you've been screaming at someone or something.
"how observant of you," y/n grumbles out with a deadpan. "i actually go to the bathroom. some of the restrooms that are near are either full or out of order, so i have to go the farthest one. and i told you, mom brought home loads of chocolate from visiting grandma and no one in the house is eating them. it's a waste."
karma let out a small 'huh' and nodded his head. he then glared at y/n, "yet you didn't think to give me chocolates?"
the excuse was fully thought out and was convincing. y/n listened to karma rant, ignoring the burning of his throat and the stare he felt from across the field.
ten minutes when lunch started nagisa dragged y/n to the farthest comfort room. there, he pressed the taller male into the cubicle, closing the door behind them, and pulled him into a hot kiss.
the watch chimes.
shiota nagisa was many things. one thing is he liked control. "kneel." y/n immediately complies. he's down on his knees as nagisa closed the toilet lid and sits on it. he undoes the buckle of his pants and spreads his legs. the top one crawls in between and looks up at the top two. "would you be a darling and suck me off?"
there was no hesitation. they've gotten each other off but never went too far after their kiss one month ago. they have come to an agreement. they benefit off of their friendship. if the feelings become real, they make it official. if one wants to stop, they stop, then move on and never mention it again. and like it was a routine, y/n takes out nagisa's half hard cock. he gives it a few strokes before leaning in and taking it whole.
nagisa sighs and leans back. y/n could feel it growing in his mouth as he coated it with saliva. it tasted a bit salty. he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of it accommodating his mouth, pressing more against the roof and his tongue.
he hums lightly before slowly bobbing his head, sitting on his shins, hands on his lap. his watch chimes again, but he ignores it. he feels himself hardening as he hears nagisa whimper.
nagisa's hand found itself curling around y/n's hair, tugging lightly as his hips bucked up into the pleasant feeling. the action causes the male below him to gag, but continues.
pants echo throughout the comfort room, mixed with slurping noises.
dainty fingers comb through (h/c) hair, gripping and caressing. eyes shut in bliss as nagisa humped into the heat, head thrown back, lips parted. his legs open wider, twitching at the feeling.
y/n pulls nagisa closer, thighs resting on his shoulder as the blue haired male practically humped him and stuffed his mouth full of his cock.
chime.
nagisa hunched over y/n's head, gripping his hair to keep him steady as he thrusted in his mouth, trying to chase his high. and like a snapping thread, he came.
strings of white shot down y/n's throat as he pushed his head deeper into nagisa's pelvis, swallowing everything.
the president shivers, his cock softening as y/n pulled away with a 'pop'. he fixes the hair he had ruffled up, wiping away the saliva from the corner of y/n's lips.
y/n, still in between his legs, relaxed at his touch, gazing up at nagisa with a soft look. it was something reserved only for him. it made his heart flutter.
"i like you," y/n confesses.
nagisa laughs, a bit shocked. he smiles down at him. "you sure you're not cock drunk or something?" he ran his thumb over his cheek.
y/n firmly shook his head. "i've liked you ever since second year. when you put a good job on my test paper." he knew then and there, nagisa would be the one to catch his eye. and when he first spoke to him, he felt like he had won. the more they interacted and eventually became friends, he was the one. "do you... like me too? i tried really hard to make you like me by teaching you things."
nagisa smiles again. l/n y/n was weird in a way. he was quiet for the most part, but he carries this childlike wonder. something that carves a soft spot within a person. he was simple, but not that simple?
"i like you too. ever since the second night you started teaching me," he reciprocates.
content : college!au, sex while having a phone call, belly bulge, bttm!reader, amab!reader, kageyama tobio, kageyama x reader, mentions of karasuno members, loosely follows the original plot, established relationship, lmk if i missed anything :)
shun-note : very late post. been busy with college. hope you like this one. i thought of the plot during class and it sat in the drafts for a day or more? this one's pretty rushed. i'm taking requests btw. :))
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during high school, it was a complete shock to the whole team when they found out about kageyama tobio's boyfriend. the setter who loved volleyball more than anything, unless it was milk. for the first two weeks they were in denial.
"that's just impossible," tanaka muttered, side-eyeing the clueless setter who was fiddling with the ball near the net, waiting for the rest of the team. nishinoya nodded, a thoughtful look crossing his face. he rubbed his chin and hummed.
he then snapped his fingers, "you think he's lying because he wants to seem cool like us?" he then crosses his arms, proud that he solved their so called 'mystery'. "our kouhai doesn't need to go such lengths."
kageyama gave them a once over and rolled his eyes. he really did have a boyfriend, he just wasn't ready to introduce him to his team, seeing as the latter also had other priorities. he sees yamaguchi and tsukishima step into the gym and he shook his thoughts away. he just needed to get through this practice so he could walk his boyfriend home.
"you know, my team didn't believe i had a boyfriend for almost a month back when we were in highschool," tobio muses as the memory passes through his mind. he glances up at his boyfriend, who sat prettily on the other side of the table.
y/n, who was scrolling through his shun-gram, paused. he then raised his head, "really? that's weird, i swear i've seen them pass us many times. they even saw us holding hands."
tobio laugh and shrugs his shoulders, "i know. i wonder when i'll get to meet them again." he sighs out, leaning the backrest of the booth. they were currently in a small cafe that they claimed as their hang-out spot. it was tucked away in a corner near the college campus. it was perfect. it was peaceful.
"soon babe," y/n smiles lightly, watching his boyfriend relax and absorb the warm atmosphere, getting lost in the soothing tunes that floated around the place.
tobio hugged y/n closer, snuggling into him. they were both cramped on the couch of their dorm room. the latter was asleep, tired from student body duties which included planning, purchasing, making an inventory, and setting things up for their up coming grand event. the milk loving setter noticed the signs of burnout and persuaded y/n to take a nap. but seeing his condition, he would wake the next day.
tobio sighed, his tense muscles relaxing after a day of training for their championships. they were both tired and needed this. he pulled the blanket higher before kissing y/n's hair. he then closed his eyes, body fully molded into his boyfriend's.
there were a lot of sweet moments between them. their relationship felt perfect. there were occasional disagreements, fights, and silent treatments, but this was it. a relationship they invested their time in since highschool and cultivated into a garden full of memories. this was it for them.
so when tobio finally returned, a scowl on his usually relaxed face, y/n knew something would either go right or wrong. a normal person would avoid the setter, but the (h/c)-haired male simply approached him and asked about his day.
that question led to y/n crying out as he jerked up. his dick jumps as tobio pounded into him relentlessly. the former clawed at the sheets as he came the second time, a moan flying out his swollen lips. his spine lifts off the bed as his boyfriend hugs him close.
"one more, just one more baby . . ." tobio rasps out. after a week of volleyball training and slipping on sweat on the court thrice and almost spraining his ankle, he was both pissed and stressed. why weren't they cleaning the floors properly? and why were they training them so hard when some of his teammates got the flu? it made no sense to him. sure, he was hardworking, but working his sick friends to the bone? he's sure that they'd be bedridden next week.
y/n whimpered, but locked his legs around the blue-haired man's hips, keeping his hard cock inside. "one more," he whispers out. almost immediately tobio rocks his hips and picks up the pace steadily.
he pants and grunts right beside y/n's ear as he holds him close, feeling their bodies rub against each other. he feels his boyfriend tremble from the overstimulation. he hisses as nails dig into his back. and as he sinks back into the headspace of pleasure, a shrill ring bursts their intimate bubble.
"what the fuck," he curses out, not ceasing any movement. he reaches for the phone and sits up. he checks the caller and sighs. he then looks down at his boyfriend, who was trying to look back at him through half-lidded tear filled eyes, hiccupping, panting, and moaning from being filled so good.
he presses on the green button, answering it, "hello?" he trails his free hand up y/n's stomach—feeling the bulge pressing against his palm as he slow-fucked into the heat—to his chest—tweaking a nipple—up his marked neck, before resting on the chin. he pushes two fingers into his mouth and feels y/n's tongue swirl around them. he bites his lip and holds off a groan from the sight.
y/n heaves as he sees tobio animatedly respond as if he isn't fucking so amazingly into him. his back arches as his boyfriend's cock hits his prostate head on, letting out a muffled cry. his hand slips down and grabs hold of his own neglected cock and starts stroking to double his already overstimulated pleasure.
"yeah," tobio's breath hitches hips rutting faster, feeling the coil of satisfaction, "i'll see . . ." he gulped, placing his body over y/n's once more and placing the phone right beside his head, "what i can do." his voice comes out strained as he mutes the call, taking his fingers out of y/n's mouth. "fuck. fuck. fuck." he mutters lowly, hand moving up to grab the headboard.
y/n gasps, pulling tobio closer, closing his eyes as he felt another wave of ecstasy wash over him. "t-tobi . . ." he lets out a loud moan and comes undone. his body convulses and he sees white before slumping.
with one more push, strings of cum shoots out of tobio's cock, loading into the already cum filled cavern he hasn't left for an hour. he lets out a shaky sigh and pulls out, laying beside y/n in exhaustion and relief.
"are you still there?"
tobio curses again, turning his head to y/n only to see him passed out with a face of pure bliss. he chuckles and leans in, giving him a sweet peck on the cheek. he then takes the phone and unmutes it, "yeah, sorry. i was occupied with something." he gets up and heads to the bathroom, in search of a cloth.
"hold on, let me just make sure y/n's comfortable."
content : alex described as thanatos and reader described as eros. amab!reader, alex volkov, angst?, confusion, mentions of abuse, switching perspectives, lmk if i missed anything
shun-note : i literally thought of this while studying for exams. it's about the psychodynamic learning theory, which talks about id and libidal energy. it mentions eros being the "desire for pleasure and sex" (life force) and thanatos being the "aggressive and destructive impulses" (death wish).
this is just an idea. should i turn this into a longer fic like rhys larsen's fic?
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alex volkov being childhood friends with you. at first, after the tragedy, he uses you as a pawn in his plan because of your mafian lineage. he gathers intel on you and keeps it in a folder to be used in the future.
alex volkov and you befriending josh chen, the twisted intention behind it unbeknownst to you.
alex volkov attending a college party with you, just so you could let loose after a long day of lectures from your supervisor. his gaze sweeps over the sea of drunk university students before landing on you, who danced against one.
alex volkov who feels a spark of anger, weaves through the bodies upon bodies of students to get to you. once he does, he pulls you away from the male student who was about to pull you up to the second floor, hoping to wake up in the morning with an ache.
alex volkov who drives you home. disoriented from the cheap beer, you giggle and laugh leaning over and teasing him about being jealous. in response, he pulls over, pulls you in by the neck and kisses you. hard. one that took your breath away.
the next morning, alex volkov refuses to tell you anything about your ventures the night before. unable to accept his sudden change of feelings and trying to push a kiss that's confusion-inducing to the back of his mind, he distracts himself by taking over josh chen's role as a temporary guardian for his little sister, ava chen.
alex volkov who barely sees you, investing his time in his plan. his interactions with ava makes you disappear to the back of his mind. he had other priorities. you would be a good use in the future. he reminds himself every time he thought of you.
alex volkov who unknowingly killed a friendship and a potential relationship.
you were confused as to why daily conversations ended up in short text messages. your father noticed the lack of that man in your life, so he pushed more studies in your schedule. he wanted you to be the greatest successor there was to exist in the family.
isolation drove you to escape and find some company. when you got to alex's company building, you were informed that he didn't spend as much time as he used to in his office.
imagine your shock when you found out why he stopped talking to you after a month of cold short replies.
feeling hurt and confused, you go to the nearest night club to fulfill what you've been wanting to do. have fun after those treacherous days of learning all the estates' blueprints, different cartels, money vaults . . . you were so sick of it.
drowning out the ache that dulled in your heart with expensive beverages,
you took the hand of a man who had been eyeing you ever since you sat at the bar. dancing with him chased away all the thoughts about alex and ava. and yes, you were jealous.
enjoying the pleasure the man delivered to you was the best escape from all of the stress of life. the night ended with a tingling spine and a limp of both slight pain and relief.
without alex volkov to scare away your chances of being laid, you took advantage of it and on the third one, a familiar glimmer of admiration flickered in your heart.
after a little over a year of radio silence, alex volkov came back to you unexpectedly. he showed up at your door looking like the hell he usually ruled. his stiff shoulders slumped once he saw you. just as he was about to open his mouth, someone stepped behind you with a blank look.
"do you know this man, y/n?"
you avoided eye contact with alex volkov and shook your head, muttering a quiet no before shutting the door.
what the actual fuck? who was that man in your house?
alex volkov who felt all the emotions from more than a year ago come rushing back to the present. after trying to forget you, distracting himself with ava but instead building a relationship with her, only for it to die in the end, he decided to come back. for the emotional support you used to provide? to apologize?
alex volkov who sees you sitting on a bench at the park. he approaches you slowly and sees you pressing an ice pack on the dark spots on your arm. he could see how your face contorted into one he had never seen on you before.
alex volkov who sits beside you and doesn't let you leave when you recognize him. he analyzed your appearance. the changes.
"he's abusing you," his voice was hard but calm.
alex volkov who asks why you haven't told your father. you told him that the man you were currently living with was the son of a potential business partner.
alex volkov who storms into your house after leaving you at his and aggressively confronts the man who had been physically and verbally abusing you.
alex volkov who, after taking care of everything, tries to gain your trust back starting off with answers to your questions.
alex volkov who pours everything into those eight months of non-stop interactions (even though they were one-sided half of the time due to your scepticism).
a deep relieved sigh leaves his lips as he finally achieved what he had been working hard for. almost a year of denial, another of realizing and accepting it, killing another relationship in the process, and trying to win you back, alex volkov could finally hug you, touch you, feel you, and most of importantly, kiss you again.
your were his life force and he was the death of you.
₍₍ ◝ the past, the present, and the future (rhys larsen)
content : longest fanfic yet, rhys larsen, differentpath!au, amab!reader, slowburn, sexual awakening?, strangers to acquaintances to friends to lovers, mentions of trauma/ptsd, healing the inner child, ooc-ish rhys, unprotected sex, slight mention of fingering, bttm!malereader, ceo!reader, mentions of kinks, lmk if i missed anything :))
shun-note : rhys larsen is not my oc. he belongs to ana huang, the author of twisted games. i also noticed that there weren't a lot of twisted series fics (or there's none at all), so i made one. missing some details, but i wanted to post this already so it doesn't rot in my drafts lol
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cold hearted. that's what rhys larsen first thought of y/n l/n, the ceo of l/n conglomerate. after being the bodyguard for bridget von ascheberg, the crown princess of eldorra, he took up another commission to drown away the ache that was left when he parted from the woman he spent his two years protecting.
y/n l/n was vastly different from any of those rhys had guarded in the past.
y/n put his work first. sleep? he'd sign and read through papers until he collapsed and died. eat? he'd starve just to entertain the board of his company. he did however, keep a strict hygiene and exercise routine. in those two months with y/n, he never once saw the frown leave his lips. it was like it was permanently scarred on his face. the total opposite of bridget.
rhys was offered the job just after he freshly resigned from his post. he was reluctant to accept the commission, but accepted once he found out it was a man he would be guarding this time. he did all the background checks, read y/n's information, did security protocols, just like any other clients he had previously.
and as he trailed behind the ceo, who parted the crowd of paparazzi and 'fans' like the red sea, he was brought back to the moment when he first met the indifferent man in front of him.
"this is sir y/n l/n. lately, he's being harassed by paparazzi. he has been followed home seven times in the past month . . . ambush interviews . . . and he can't eat in restaurants anymore," the secretary listed as she spoke to rhys via request of y/n's father who took care of affairs in china. "he normally does things alone without bodyguards, but this time people have gone too far," she further explains, pushing an open folder with photos taken by the paparazzi.
they consisted of y/n sitting in a booth at a restaurant, entering sister company buildings, walking through the park, and even leaving his car as he approached his house. it was never this bad with bridget.
as he examined the photos, alongside the blueprints of y/n's house and the company headquarters he requested beforehand, the secretary says something that catches his attention.
"sir l/n doesn't talk much. so don't feel hurt if he gives you the cold shoulder when you guys meet," hurt? hilarious. i don't even know him well enough to be hurt. "-he most likely will ignore you." arrogant? stuck up?
it was then when he met y/n l/n that there was something else. from the way the ceo's eyebrows furrowed, stress shadowing his tense but elegant form, as he scanned the papers in his hand, a cup of something in his other.
"miss clarke, i have another meeting with missus barett on wednesday at seven pm. add that to my schedule. and move my call with mister harris around nine pm after the meeting." he then stopped in his tracks, taking notice of the other presence in the room. he blinks, eyeing the large man sitting in front of his secretary. long hair, broad muscular frame, gunmetal eyes, and a scar slashing through his left eyebrow. he wore all black. "you must be the bodyguard my father hired. rhys larsen, correct me if i am wrong."
y/n's voice was full on business, leaving no trace of any other emotions other than serious and commanding. words rolled out of his mouth like smooth silk and his earlier strides could rival fairies that pranced around gracefully as they took flight.
"yes and if i may, i'll be looking around the building for any security measures," rhys got straight to the point. there was no point dancing around the issue. no point in introductions, they knew each other well enough. it was obvious. his indifference masked the slight curiosity that sparked as he watched y/n disappear into his office, where he caught a glimpse of neatly stacked paperwork and the large window that overlooked the city from above.
even as he drove away from the airport, he knew nothing about the man he's protecting. unlike bridget who he had arguments and decent conversations with, y/n only gave him one or two word responses before silence loomed over them like a cloud everyday for the two months they were together. the basic information about the ceo was nothing compared to the behavior, habits, likes, and dislikes of the crown princess.
he took casual glances from his rear view mirror, observing as y/n scrolled through his hundreds of emails, noting down important information on his pocket journal.
rhys has never seen y/n stop working.
"you're ruining yourself." it was just a thought, he never intended for it to slip. he curses in his mind.
y/n hums, never looking up from what he was doing. "why is that?" he knew exactly why, but he chose to ignore it. he wore himself down most of the time, all the time. he never intended to stop, but the words rang clearly in his mind. you're ruining yourself.
"it just looks like you're burning both ends of a candle, trying to manage yourself and work," rhys focused on the road, "but you can't."
y/n has never disobeyed his instructions which he was thankful for as it made everything easier. he never really did go out as much as bridget did. even then, scheduled events and meetings were always smooth as rhys had planned it to be.
y/n wasn't as hard headed, outgoing, and filled with fire. not like bridget. rhys didn't even know why he was comparing two polar opposites. but being with him, he thought of the crown princess in eldorra who offered him extension of his contract, which he refused. and now he's here.
"i work . . . because it distracts me from my reality."
y/n has never talked about why he does what he does. it felt right in the moment. rhys has never pried answers out of him, partially because he didn't converse with him, however his eyes told him so. those stormy grey eyes that showed nothing but genuine curiosity even though he tried to hide it.
rhys didn't know what to think as they reached the end of the highway. two months and y/n finally spoke a full sentence. rapport was a card he had set to the side because of their circumstances, now he might as well consider putting it back on the table. he saw y/n put his work down, temporarily ceasing his work which were probably with a month or two deadline, and relax against the seat.
"i hate thinking of other things, other people," y/n lets out an empty chuckle, finding rhys' eyes through the rear view mirror, "isn't that why you took the commission to bodyguard me? to forget about the previous client you protected? we're a bit alike, you and i. we do things that would take our minds off things."
it felt like a bucket of ice cold water washed over rhys as he heard those words. we do things that would take our minds off things. his grip tightened on the steering wheel, gazing away from those sad e/c eyes that ingrained themselves in his memory. he never thought his longest interaction with his client would be so depressing, yet eye opening. he knew of three things.
one. he is trying to take his mind off of someone.
two. y/n works to take his mind off of something or someone.
and three. y/n wasn't cold hearted. only seemed like it.
rhys stood at the sidelines, alert and ready. his eyes wandered around the event, as if looking for any threats that would suddenly appear out of nowhere. he then dragged his gaze towards his client, who was in the middle of a group of other businessmen and women. he shared a tight and practiced smile, trying to act polite and respectful as the night dragged on.
y/n wore a tailored suit, it was simple yet elegant. his hair was slicked back, lips full and glossy from constantly licking it as he swirled the wine in his glass. he was total perfection. a face that would leave anyone in ruins. but rhys caught the slight tremble of his hand and his eyes flashing to different places, as he squeezed out of the group that huddled around him. it looked as if he was panicking, though he regained himself when he knocked back the wine. rhys almost left his spot if it weren't for the pointed and reassuring look y/n shot his direction.
it was four months after that conversation. their relationship was less tense and less quiet. y/n now regularly held conversation with rhys, getting his opinions on philosophical and theoretical things. sometimes they spoke about the geographical locations where the company could build a new branch of resort. it never trespassed the gates of personal life.
when rhys asked about something he did for himself, y/n blanked him and changed the topic.
"since you're working because of something or someone, what do you do for yourself?" it was a question that he came up with as they got deeper into the conversation about places that could potentially become a tourist spot. rhys didn't always like talking because it included emotions, but with y/n it felt natural. it was during these one on ones that he caught glimpses and pieces of the person behind the cold ceo exterior.
y/n blinked, turning away and opening another topic about attractions. "what about a butterfly house . . ." rhys sighed through his nose quietly. during the first day he said that he doesn't become included in his clients' lives and that he wasn't there to be a friend, confidant, or anything else. but looking at how y/n tensed when he even hears the words family and yourself . . .
rhys knew y/n at least needed a someone. we're a bit alike, you and i.
it didn't take long for him to notice the signs of ptsd. the way y/n only spoke about his father, excluding his mother in conversations. avoiding places that had closets that contained cleaning supplies or were used for storage of documents. there were also times rhys heard shuffling in the kitchen way past midnight even when they got home around ten or eleven in the evening.
as much as rhys tried to ignore the sense of care, not wanting things to repeat, he couldn't help but feel a bit of fear that y/n wouldn't come out of hi bedroom. would he fail to protect him because of how he lived outside and inside work? terror flashed through him as he thought about it. he's working too much, he'll kill himself before he could even reach forty.
and as of that moment, his heart thrummed against his rib cage. he screamed profanities in his mind as he lost sight of the client he was supposed to protect. he bulldozed through the people, ignoring their glares and mumbles as his eyes darted around for y/n.
there was another thing he feared. repetition of the past.
being with bridget for over two years changed a lot of things for him. never has he breached the contract rules until her. he's hasn't felt anything like it until her. he prayed to the gods that she would be the last. hopefully.
as he rounded a corner, he caught sight of a silhouette through a slightly ajar door. he pushed it open and found y/n sitting on the middle of the floor of the empty ballroom. intricate designs decorated the walls and ceiling, pieces of furniture finishing off the classic look.
"i know that you think of your previous client when you guard me."
it made rhys tense at the door. in all the years of his life, he was the one to read the other, not the other way around. something about y/n challenged him. they were simply a mystery to each other. unlike bridget who knew about his past and him knowing hers, y/n and him knew nothing about each other aside from the basics.
"when i look at you . . . it looks like it pains you to be guarding me. you think you're good at hiding it, but you're really not," y/n droned out, looking at the night sky through the windows. "during the first two weeks, i noticed some habits you retained from your commission before this one. it seems to me there was more to this certain client, that's why you took on the job of protecting me. something must have happened."
rhys stiffened ever so slightly, feeling a spike of both irritation and astonishment. he didn't like this. but at the same time, he also felt a bit of relief that someone knew. he couldn't lie about anything. something did happen with bridget, but he had hardened his heart, ignoring the twisting ache when he left. he left her when he was claiming her in his mind.
"you should think of resigning as my bodyguard," y/n gets up from the floor, patting down his suit and fixing his collar and cuffs, "i think you should go back to your previous client. i can find another bodyguard."
rhys immediately closed their distance in five strides. he's six inches taller and towers over y/n easily with his broad and muscular figure. his eyes doesn't shy away from the heated connection of misunderstandings and mystery that brewed between them in a steady pace for the past six months and threatened to explode like a nuke. "i wanted to be your bodyguard. a client from before doesn't change anything. it shouldn't. protecting you is number one priority." his words were like knives slicing into the tense atmosphere. he didn't want his client doubting him.
silence hung heavy over them, both of them not once backing away from the fiery eye contact. rhys was right, despite his relationship with bridget, that doesn't deter him from doing his job. his job is solely focused on his current client. to protect y/n l/n.
"mister rhys, you truly do surprise me." y/n turns away from his bodyguard and brushes past him, feeling a tug at his heart. he places a hand on his chest, he clenches it and lets it drop back to his side. "i'm exhausted. let me just bid my farewells, then we can leave this godforsaken event."
rhys stared at the back of y/n as they headed back to the garden. the faux personality that he reserved for the attendees returned, treating the man he just spoke to in the ballroom as nothing but another him. no, he didn't have a personality disorder, that's for sure. he just likes hiding behind masks. he definitely fits the role of a ceo.
a year passed. rhys continued his job as the ceo's bodyguard. he really fit the role. during the first week, he memorized y/n's schedule, plans, and the blueprints of the headquarters and estate. the following months, less paparazzi flocked y/n and there were occasional attempted assaults (which was new). he was completely amazing.
y/n watched the man he had been with for one year and a half. since that night during the garden event, a lot of things have shifted. their once debatable and business talks transformed a bit more personal varying from favorites and elaborated opinions on preferences. there were times they strayed away from one topic to another as he signed papers and went over some of them. it took away the ache of loneliness he felt over the years he took his place as ceo.
where his company would be the words he read and the calls he took and the coffee curbed his exhaustion he can never get rid off, he felt lighter than he did before rhys became his bodyguard.
rhys sat on the couch flushed against the trimmed walls of the office, furnished with bookshelves, a glass coffee table, and small trinkets here and there. he could feel y/n's eye drilling holes into the side of his head. he gave him a glance only to see the man turn to his papers, pretending to digest the words printed on them.
y/n had him sit on the couch, getting a slight headache from seeing and hearing him standing at the door and occasionally walking around. rhys found it amusing how the cold hearted ceo felt emotions such as frustration and glints of sadness when the world saw him as someone who used people for his gain and didn't feel a drop of guilt.
throughout the year, he got to know a lot of things about y/n. he loved reading, not his paperwork but novels. he spotted some books laying around but didn't question them and instead, skimmed through the pages. he specifically liked crime and fantasy. he also liked jazz. there was a shelf of cassettes and vinyl records near the fireplace.
"what happened between you and your previous client?" the question brought rhys' attention to y/n again. this one was very personal. were they close enough to even talk about it? he did say that what happened in costa rica stayed in costa rica.
rhys sat back, pondering before concluding. "if i were to answer that, you have to give me something of equal value," the idea of exchanged caught y/n by surprise. interest flickers through his eyes as amusement showed on his face.
"are you bargaining?"
rhys laughs lightly, the sound squeezing at the ceo's heart. "it's business."
y/n reached for his chest as he gulped. he brushed the feeling off and nods, "i like that. let's talk business then." a devilish and heart stopping smirk lifted the corners of rhys' mouth.
"i noticed on the blueprints that you don't have any room that's as small as a pantry. even your walk in closet is as big as your bedroom. why is that?" rhys had an inkling, an assumption, but he wanted it to come out of y/n's lips. he saw his client huff a breath, a thought crossing his mind, before slumping, regal self gone.
"i have ptsd. it was from my mother. when i was younger, she had this twisted sense of duty. she packed my schedule with a lot of lessons. mostly languages and subjects related to business. if i have a low score, she'd lock me in my room for a few hours. if i failed, she'd lock me in a closet. to distract myself, i indulged in hobbies and other things. she found out and locked me in for i don't know long. all i know is i was hungry and thirsty. it didn't take long for my father to find me, he had just come home from a business trip. the house was a mess after that," his voice wavered slightly, but regained its steadiness as he thought about his father. no amount of therapy sessions cured his fear of enclosed spaces.
when he tried to overcome it once, his lungs constricted, he felt nausea and sweaty, he couldn't think at all. he felt so helpless.
y/n was silent for a while before shaking his head, trying to rid of himself of the resurfaced memories. one he tried to forget but couldn't. not when they lingered in the back of his mind. if he couldn't get over his fears, then he couldn't get over his past. so he'd ignore it as long as possible.
"we're alike, you and i." rhys reused the words y/n had told him a year ago, this time removing the words a bit. and true to the bargain, he told him all about bridget von ascheberg. as soon as he mentioned her name, recognition flooded through y/n's eyes. he listened attentively, nodding and humming here and there. (read twisted games for better understanding) understanding settled in the air. comfortable silence followed soon after, both returning to what they were doing before their heart to heart.
rhys gazed at the man sitting at the desk. in a timespan shorter than his time with bridget, he and y/n knew each other in a deeper level. maybe it's because they were both men? or was it because the silence and waiting for the starting few months pushed everything into place? maybe it's because y/n took his time being comfortable first before conversing? he didn't know, there were a lot of possibilities.
he was certain of one thing. there was more to y/n's story.
three months passed. aside from the company parties, meetings, and alumni event, everything was smooth sailing for y/n. he did receive death threats once or twice, but it was all sorted out by rhys who stuck to him like glue. he either trailed behind him like a scary dog or stood beside him when having idle chats with other people.
they started eating at the table together, as y/n's father demanded one day during one of his visits and berated his son for not asking rhys any sooner. the latter has become less alert when they were in a room alone together, not like before where he would pace at times. now he sat reading or sketching, occasionally focusing as if listening or looking for something.
it was the first time rhys saw y/n in casual wear. jeans, shirt, and a jacket. his father had told him to go have fun for one day, then he could go back to working until the day he dies. so there they were, at an amusement park.
a sparkle of childish curiosity passed through y/n's mind as his eyes went from one ride to another. its been a decade since the last time he had fun. the thought twisted at his heart. where everyone enjoyed normality, he couldn't. fun time was a luxury for him when he was around ten to fifteen. he had to work hard for it, but it was only brief. how he wished to experience it all.
"is it your first time in an amusement park?" rhys stood beside him, still in all black, though his outfit was a bit more laidback. he stood tall, oozing with a sense of responsibility. he received a mute nod.
the longer y/n looked around, the more he felt overwhelmed. his lips quivered as he swallowed hard. sadness embraced him. the heaviness of the situation weighed on him. all those stolen childhood days could've been spent being reckless and facing the consequences later, having fun, making friends, and exploring life. "i never thought i'd see a rollercoaster in real life."
rhys followed y/n around. those books that laid around the house held utmost significance. they were worlds that he could imagine himself in, leaving the reality that was set in stone by his mother. universes where he could be the main character of the story, even if it's just for a little while. he felt the sliver of happiness his mother depraved him of.
they walked around the park buying souvenirs and trying out food. they went on the dropper and dropper. y/n looked at the cars of the ferris wheel and refused to get on even when rhys mentioned that the view was nice at the very top. for their last stop, they decided on the haunted mansion. it was the main attraction.
as they entered the mansion, they were covered in darkness. there were dim lights that led the way. there were many twists and at one of the turns, rhys and y/n got separated. the latter looked around in wonder, a burst of excitement guiding him through the maze of halls. the cold hearted man was hidden away in the suit of the ceo, in casual clothes he was just y/n.
just as he was about to run off somewhere, he was shoved against the wall and locked in someplace dark. he furrowed his eyebrows and took a step only to realize there was limited space. his eyes widened as he tried to move, feeling around only to find to familiar structure of two closet doors trapping him.
"hello!?" he tried to open the door only to find out it's been wedged closed by an overturned chair. he slams his palms against the wood, sweat rolling down his forehead, suddenly feeling hot. "let me out!"
his hands slid against the frame, pressing himself against the wall of the closet as if trying to make more space. he hears his pulse in his ears, eyes darting around frantically trying to find some sort of light in the blinding darkness. he feels oxygen leave his lips in pants, he's light headed. "please . . ."
he slides down the wall as the tears of the past come rushing to the present. tears slide down his cheeks as he becomes the helpless child he once was. "please . . . i'm sorry" he wheezes out, his mind flashing back to the old closet in their old estate.
cool air brushed against his sweaty forehead and he's pulled out of the closet and into a set of arms. "l/n? l/n, stay with me." rhys pats y/n's cheek, trying to wake him up from his episode. tears kept pouring as he muttered nonsense. his heart was racing too fast. "why the fuck did you lock him in a closet!?" he barked at the actors, who flinched back from the scalding tone.
"it's part of the experience. it was supposed to be for two minutes," the manager calmly de-escalated the situation.
rhys scowled, supporting y/n who was out of it. "take it out of the fucking experience." he hears the disoriented man mumble something before taking him someplace else where they could have a bit of privacy.
"thank you . . ." y/n stared blankly at the people walking by. he was sitting on a bench. he didn't know what to say. the last time he had an episode was when he tried to overcome his ptsd six years back. it didn't work, instead he had a similar experience but a tad worse.
rhys stood before him, blocking him from the nosy people who tried to peer. his arms were crossed, flexing as the irritation from earlier slowly faded. they were separated by two actors. he was forced into a pit of fake bones and when he was out he was faced with a serious situation. y/n's ptsd episode.
"it's my job."
y/n sighed, shoulders slumping. even on the one day where everything should be normal, it still turned out to be another traumatic day. the child that hid in the mansion of his mind always found his way out, replacing his current with the past. he hated how he couldn't even overcome being in a closet for five fucking minutes.
"no it's not. your job is to protect me from physical harm. but as of this moment, you eased my emotional harm. for that, i thank you," he raised his head and gave him a small smile. it felt foreign, but it felt right in the moment.
rhys' breath hitched. that damned smile that y/n gave. it was unexpected from someone who was frowning everyday. he felt that familiar tug on his heart. one he didn't want to feel, but couldn't kill. y/n looked gorgeous being showered in the golden sunset.
that smile . . . it looked good on him.
another year had gone by. a lot had changed since that day at the amusement park. almost three years, a lot of things changed.
y/n was a bit more expressive with emotions, only with rhys and his father however. he slowly started easing off his work and had rest days. despite having said days, he still could only get in, two at maximum, hours of sleep. he was eating more. rhys was there through everything. another constant in his life.
"i was thinking of a beach resort in areas where resorts aren't that popular," the chief marketing officer proposed, standing confidently in front of the board officers. y/n sat at the head of the long table reading through the hard copy of the presentation. rhys stood to his side like a hawk. since that day in the amusement park, he didn't want another shove incident, even though there weren't any closets nearby.
y/n flipped through the papers once again and sighed, "our company shouldn't only be resorts. i need a proposition that steers away from the word resort. we can't market that forever." he moved his head from side to side and sighed as he felt that satisfying pop. he's been sitting listening to propositions for an hour and a half. his ass felt numb. "everyone, let's take ten."
as people filed out the room, y/n flipped through the rest of the propositions with a groan. it was so deep and stressed, it was attractive. rhys felt his cock stir with interest as he eyed the serious ceo.
he's been having urges. that tousled hair of y/n, he just wants to run his fingers through them and tug them back. those tense shoulders, he could fuck the stress out of him by bending him over the table.
rhys shook his head and cleared his mind. during the past year, he has been curious about sexuality. normally he didn't care, however now that he's feeling something for the same sex, he's been doing some research. it started off small, from bits of information and opinions of other people in the community until he got too deep and even discovered pornographic videos.
it would be a lie if he denied watching some videos, but it was for research purposes. all his life, he had always been interested in women, but since he met y/n, he has been questioning a lot of things in life. he wants it to stop. he had to remind himself that things from the past should never repeat.
as rhys had an inner conflict, y/n had his own as well. he tried to distract himself from the masculine presence behind him, acting as if he was going through the papers. it was half true, he was trying to ignore the glimpses of moments that flashed through his mind of these past two months where he relieved himself at the thought of his own bodyguard. he felt a bit shameful, but it felt so wrong and right at the same time. rhys had been uncovering a past he tried to keep buried. however, it resurfaced every time he saw him.
"you know . . . the reason my . . . mother locked me in the closet . . ." it was a random blurt out, but it was on his mind. rhys showed a sign he was listening. "i danced as a hobby. she didn't like it. she claims its girly. i'm also . . ." y/n trailed off with a thoughtful hum. "i've never really said this to anyone but my mother. i'm also into men." no matter how long its been.
rhys felt his stomach flip. he stared ahead of him, feeling a bit of relief. "good to know."
those three words made y/n's heart flutter. he hid the heat appearing on his cheeks, thankful that his back is turned to the bodyguard that tested and pushed him. but he had to ask, even though deep down he knew the answer, "what does that mean?"
"you have work to do."
three months passed, which makes three years. in those months, y/n came out to his father, who responded with an i suspected that. being the ceo, he was expected to negotiate. he did, though during those meetings, he couldn't avoid proposals like arranged marriage or marriage to merge companies. before he could answer, rhys was already there making his presence known, a frown on his face, scaring away other ceos. it got to the point where y/n only made phone calls for such meet-ups.
to rhys, its been hectic. to resist y/n's bold advances such as sliding a hand against his bicep, sometimes his chest. looking up at him through those lashes with big innocent eyes, even though they're far from it. that cute smile from the amusement park that seemed to be only reserved for him alone. and those sounds he lets out when he's stressed or working.
y/n was driving him insane. forget the contract, they can make a new one where he'd fuck the ceo into submission anytime and anywhere he wanted as long as he stayed his.
rhys knew y/n wanted him. he could tell from his actions and his words with underlying meanings. it was killing him to keep his hands to himself. if he could only reach out, wrap a hand around y/n's neck and kiss him like there's no tomorrow . . .
it was one in the morning, they had just gotten home. in the car, y/n proposed to play a game. two truths and one dare, in which they took turns. as they stepped into the warmth of the mansion, y/n came up with a question for rhys' chosen truth. in all honestly, he just wanted to entertain his client (hopefully to tire him out) so he could turn in for the night before he took him right there on the front door.
"what are your kinks?"
as the game progressed in the car, the questions got more inappropriate, definitely borderline breaching their contract.
"hair pulling . . . bondage you could say . . ." he listed off other kinks, fixing his shoes beside y/n's before entering after him. he could feel himself harden the more the other spoke to him about something sexual, as if interviewing him before having him fuck him senseless.
until that question made his heart stop. "would you kiss me?"
rhys slowly turns to y/n, who was looking at him with mild interest with a mix of arousal. he could feel it from the three feet distance between them. the way y/n's eyes traced his lips, dipping below his chin, and stopping at the bulge straining against the black pants.
y/n was sporting the same in his pants. after he admitted to liking men, it was never the same since then. it would never be the same. not when his heart tugs and flutters because of the man standing in front of him. not when his heart fell hard when he found him in the closet in that haunted house. not when they'd had all these one on one talks. through all he stayed.
"yes. would you like me to kiss you?" rhys returned the question as they neared each other, one foot apart. maybe his feelings started growing the moment the silence turned into small and slow conversations. or that time y/n acknowledged what he truly felt when he left bridget. maybe because they shared some similarities. or is it because y/n relied on him to take away the pain of loneliness of only thinking of the future, not allowing himself to heal from the past and appreciate the present.
"yes."
(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ rhys' pov
with that, i dove down and molded my lips against his. i guided his head, tilting my heard, pushing against him. his pants echoed in my ears, trapping him against the nearest wall, taking his breath away. when he tried to pull away, i chased his lips, claiming them once more.
when i pulled away, he looked awestruck. i kiss him hard. i press our clothes cocks together and i feel him hump against me, my hands caress down his body and kneads on his cheeks. grunts pour into my mouth as our tongues fight for dominance.
his legs hook around my hips and i carry him upstairs into the bedroom i claimed. i drop him onto the bed. "clothes off." i turn to grab lube and condoms in the drawers. when i turn around, my breath is almost caught in my throat.
the curves and groves of his body, the fullness of his skin, and the way it's begging for attention, makes me want to drop everything and just fuck him raw. i am well aware this is my second breach of contract. i had no reason to do this. this would be another hook-up and-
"breach of contract or not. resigning or not. once you fuck me and i like you, i'm yours and you're mine. i swear to fucking god, we're not arguing about it. we'll fuck it out too."
that was enough for me to push him against the mattress. i'm not asking him how he knew what i was thinking because most of the time it's like he could read my mind. but he did say, i wear my thoughts on my face. maybe it was something only he could do.
my thoughts never once wavered even as i scissored my fingers into y/n's hold, my eyes watching every contort of his face, every redness of his skin. the noise that fell like waterfalls from his swollen lips as i pressed against the bundle of nerves while he desperately pushes against my hand. i groan under my breath. it took a lot of self control to not just fuck him stupid and take away his walking ability.
everything in my mind felt silent as i admired the man under me, taking me inch by inch after throwing the condom on the other side of the room claiming to want to feel me fully and be filled with cum. that almost made me lose grip.
as i bottomed out, i almost immediately rutted my hips. it was so hot and i'm being squeezed tight but just right. i almost exploded right then and there. i felt him tighten his legs around my hips, uttering for me to go.
slowly i pulled out and pushed back in with a low groan. it felt good. so good. i started to pick up pace, slamming balls deep eliciting beautiful moans and whimpers that tickled my ears like a melody.
my hand found its place around his neck, pushing him back into the soft cushions. i apply light pressure and he cries out in pleasure.
"you're ge- hah~ getting b-bigger~ hng!~"
i felt his hands rub up and down against the scars on my back before they wounded around my neck, pulling me close. my nose traced his carotid as i planted kisses and nipped at his skin, my thrusts growing harsher and erratic.
i bit hard on his shoulder with a grunt as i felt him clamp around me, making me cum, shooting thick ropes of cum inside him. i felt spurts of warmth between us as y/n flinches and convulses from his high. he breathes heavily, a dopey smile on his face. i press a brief kiss on his lips and pull out. he groans and drapes an arm over his eyes.
"i mean what i said, whether you're my bodyguard or not. i like you and you're mine and i'm yours."
hearing that made my heart feel good. if there was a god out there, thank you lord for giving me a second chance. i laid beside him on my back. we both stare at the ceiling. under all that cold hard shell, he was very different. he warm warm and mellow. i was cold and barren. yet he thawed all that.
"can you i be your boyfriend?" y/n asked, interlacing our fingers together. it's been a long while since i've last been in a relationship. people say it's too late to try at my age. but it doesn't hurt to want and need. i crack a rare smile.
content : amab!reader (muscular and tall), bttm!reader, top!levi, backshots, established relationship, creampie, light spanking, a bit of suffocation, orgasm denial, doesn't follow original plot, modern!au, lmk if i missed anything :)
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levi clicked his tongue, straightening the set of napkins on the table in front of him. the buzz of life in the resto annoys him. instead of taking a needed shower and just simply relaxing in his home, he was dragged by hange to celebrate the company's freshies (newly hired staff).
"this right here is eren," they grin, wrapping an arm around the newbie's shoulder before doing the same to the girl beside them, "and this one is mikasa . . ."
levi tunes hange out as they introduce the other new workmates, getting them comfortable with their seniors. he thinks about his boyfriend who was working on a pottery project as of late. he then reaches for the menu and scans through it, deciding to bring something home for y/n.
furlan, his closest friend smiles lightly, seeing a focused expression on levi's face. "how's the husband?" the questions catches the ravenet off. levi clears his throat and sets the menu down, already deciding on what to order and answers the cheeky question, "no comment . . ." he bites the inside of his cheek, looking straight ahead, a way to avoid the curious eyes of his friend. "he's been into pottery these days."
he never denied their marriage. furlan chuckles under his breath.
"talking about our dear y/n . . . you never tell us the nitty gritty," hange leans on the table, wriggling their eyebrows teasingly. levi sees some of the freshies turn red and listened out of curiosity. he sighs quietly, turning away with a hard look.
"don't-
-do that," his palm lands on y/n's round ass, the small sting making said man jerk forward into the embrace with a grunt, straddling the ravenet.
levi's rough hands caress his ass cheek, fingers grazing the puckered hole that leaked lube and juices. his eyes trace every flaw and curvature on y/n's naked body. the muscles rippling in the right places, twitching every now and then.
he feels y/n's cock pressing against his aching one uselessly. it beaded pre-cum, staining his unzipped pants.
he laughs at the irony. how he, the smaller and shorter one, has the bigger and taller one under his thumb like a little puppy. and since puppies were cute and obeying, y/n had done what he was asked before they departed their shared home earlier that morning. "you said you behaved?"
without wasting a second, his fingers find their way back into his tight heat. y/n moans softly, nodding his head fiercely. "y-yes! i was . . . i was . . ." he trails off, gripping onto levi's shoulders to ground himself and failing miserably.
the scissoring motions drove y/n mad, grinding back into the fingers that slipped in and out of him so professionally. he groans, feeling that tightening coil of built up pleasure before whining as he clenches on nothing. he huffs, gazing at levi pleadingly. "i was good . . ."
"i know." levi shrugged, patting y/n's thigh. "hands and knees."
y/n drags himself onto the bed and positions himself for levi. the latter laughs dryly, spreading his boyfriend's ass, revealing the nest he desires to bury himself in. "all these muscles?" he runs his free hand down the expanse of y/n's back, "all useless. y'know why?"
he pulls out his hard dick, stroking it slowly with a tantalizing groan. y/n whimpers at the sound, stealing a glance over his shoulder at the sight of levi shirtless, abs on full display, the only article of clothing being his pants that dropped and pooled around his ankles.
levi gets onto the bed and pushes his hips against y/n's, dick sliding in between his ass, resting there. "because you love being fucked by me." in one swift motion, he plunges in.
y/n jerks forward with a loud moan. he fists the sheets and pants. it was true. despite the outward appearance of a top, he was a true bottom. he couldn't disagree, even if he did, he would end up stuffed to the brim with cum and levi's cock.
the ravenet delivers rough thrusts, conveying all his pent up stress that accumulated during dinner with his peers. questions after questions he either deflected or flat out ignored exhausted his mind. just thinking about it made him a bit irritated. he hears y/n let out a cry when he aimed a sharp ram into his prostate.
y/n felt that familiar feeling come rushing back and he could tell levi was nearing his orgasm by how his thrusts have become more accurate and aggressive. moans spilled out his parted lips as his nails ripped into the bed sheets but just like before, he was denied of his own gratification.
levi pulled out when he felt y/n tighten around him, thrusting in between his boyfriend's ass cheeks and shooting his load on his muscular back with a cuss. he didn't miss the whine that left y/n.
"l-levi . . ." he panted out, face planting on the soft mattress. he shifts his head to the side and closes his eyes, feeling his balls ache from not being granted the relief he so desperately needed.
levi hums, tapping the head of his cock against y/n's wet rim. "just a bit more."
y/n couldn't breathe. levi held his head down, stuffed into the bedding as he relentlessly chased for another orgasm he kept depriving his boyfriend of. but not this time.
he felt the large man under him shudder and he forcefully jerked him back. y/n takes in huge amounts of oxygen, shivering as he felt cum dribble down his back--mixing with their joint parts--and sides. his throat felt raw from all of the pleading, crying, moaning, everything.
he couldn't carry his own body weight as levi let his neck go, sending him down onto the mattress. his balls ached, so did his ass, but he couldn't get enough. it just felt too good. "so good . . ." he rasps out, the pleasure licking at the depths of his belly, ready to burst out and overtake him.
'so much for going to the gym. even if i hold him down, i still like being stuffed,' y/n fleetingly thought, the delayed gratification crashing into him like waves. he felt himself cum tenfold, staining the bed as he slumped, his cry echoing through their home blending with levi's loud groan. even as he laid, cum leaked out of his cock. he also felt sticky in between his thighs as his boyfriend's cum dripped out his hole.
levi ran his fingers through y/n's damp hair, the latter leaning into him. "what a big baby," he muttered to himself. he held a soft expression as he watched his partner fall into a dreamless sleep. it was moments like these why he never disclosed his personal affairs. they were things he liked keeping to himself. it wasn't just the sex, but the small moments before, during, and after that he cherished.
he sighs, eyes landing on the juices that stained y/n and the bed, even himself. just this once. "i'll let it slide."
