It was just before 12 o'clock when Malcolm arrived at the Wolffs' property. It was quiet, and the only thing you could hear was the stallion whinnying and snorting intermittently. "Oh man, I hope he's not mad at me. I didn't even think about a present, damn it…"
After Morgana let Malcolm in, he noticed that everything was quiet in the house as well. "I'm glad you came." / "I promised him I would. But there isn't much birthday spirit here, no balloons, no music…" / "Sam changed his mind; he didn't want a party. But the cake…" / "Hehe, okay. Where is he?" / "In the kitchen.".
Malcolm took off his winter clothes. Then he went into the kitchen… Sam was sitting on a chair, fiddling with his fingers. Then, when he saw Malcolm, he stood up. “I thought you weren’t coming” / “really? Why?” / “Well… Oh, it doesn’t matter, you’re here now” / “hn, exactly, so if you want…” / “mhm”.
Sam turned to his birthday cake, on which Morgana had placed the candles. Malcolm clapped his hands briefly. "Now you can make a wish, Sam." / "Mh, I know." Sam's voice was calm and collected. And he thought for a long time about what he could wish for… Then he took a deep breath and blew out the candles.
After Sam had blown out the candles, he stood motionless in front of the kitchen cupboard for a long time, staring at his cake. "Sam, are you okay?" / "What? Yes, sorry… I was just thinking… About Dad and Grandma… Thanks for the hoodie, Thornton, and the cake, Mom. Shall we go to the Garden a bit after eating, Malcolm?" / "Sure…"
In his head, Malcolm had actually imagined his best friend's party to be different. But Sam had always been a quiet boy who didn't like attending large gatherings. "Are you otherwise okay, Sam?" / "Hmm, sure. I'm sorry if you were expecting something different today." / "Um, it's no problem. I also have to apologize, I actually wanted to get something for you, but…" / "It's fine."
As the two slowly walked through the garden, Sam continued calmly. "I heard there was a party at school yesterday?" / "Yeah, for the new seniors…" / "Were you there?" / "Yeah. I actually didn't want to go at first, but Noah practically persuaded me to, hn." / "Noah… Is that your new best friend?" / "What? Nonsense, how did you come up with that?" / "Oh,…it's okay."
Sam hadn't been out to his horse all morning. He deliberately wanted to wait until his birthday was over. “Hey, now we’re finally meeting on equal terms, hn”/ “Sam?”/ “Hm?”/ “Because of Noah… You don’t have to be jealous, okay?”/ “Ph, who says I’m jealous…”/ “Well, how else am I supposed to interpret your reaction from just now?”
Sam looked over at his friend for a brief moment. "I'm not jealous, okay? I'm just having a bad day." / "Looks like it… I'm really sorry you had to celebrate your birthday without your dad." / "I know he's with me… And Grandma, too. It's just different. I actually wanted to have a snowball fight with you…" Sam said, still reverently stroking his stallion.
"A snowball fight? Hmm, I don't think that's looking good today," Malcolm said, gesturing to the ground. "Yeah, I know." / "We could do something else instead, what do you think?" Sam closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "I don't know…" / "hhh… Oh man, Sam" / "What?"
"Well, you wanted me to come to your birthday party. And then the mood just totally tanked… Did you have any premonitions again?" / "No, luckily not. And I'm glad I can have some peace and quiet about it for a while" / "Yeah, I can imagine that…" / "Hmm…" Sam could see from his friend that his own mood was almost dragging his best friend down a bit. "Do you… Would you like to… help me with the renovation?" he asked Malcolm in a gentle voice.
"Renovate? You mean your room?" Malcolm asked him, surprised. Sam looked at him and just nodded. That made Malcolm smile again. “Sure, do you have any idea what it should be like?”/ “Black… and red.”/ “So a bit darker? Okay…”/ “Don’t you think that’s weird?”/ “No, not at all. You haven’t seen my room yet, and it’s not particularly bright.”/ “Mmm. I’ve got a new bed and a desk. That has to go in there somehow…” Malcolm clapped his hands again with a broad smile. “Okay. Let’s get started then.” We’ll see the result of the renovation in the next episode.
note: I don’t want to wait for Hobi’s bday to repost this hehe so early bday sex for the nice Aquarius man w a beautiful nose and sick dance moves!!!!! 🥰
PAIRING. hoseok/reader
GENRE. romance, domestic au
RATED. M
WORD COUNT. 2.6k
WARNINGS. riding, creampie
SUMMARY. Twenty-five is a good look on Hoseok.
Your alarm is set to go off at 9:05 AM.
The ringer is low because Hoseok stumbled into bed with a fatigue that told you he didn’t want to be bothered unless it was the inevitable stream of sunlight that always somehow snuck onto your pillows. It’s an uncanny awakening—you wake up at 8:59, and to the premature strike of light right in your eyes like a premonition, though you always knew what today was.
He’s snoring. Project had gone well, boss is happy. The only words he’d gotten to you other than his good night, please don’t wake me up at midnight I’m so tired. Then he’d knocked out, but you didn’t mind. He deserved it.
Twenty-five is a good look on Hoseok. Not that he looks any older than he has, but the gentle maturing of his face comes in the form of the deepens wrinkles in his eyes, the lines in his forehead. Permanent grooves that only mean he’s getting happier and it makes you happier, too.
The urge to kiss his cheek is strong. You shimmy out of bed as quietly as possible before you give into it: breakfast won’t make itself, and he’ll be awake soon enough.
You opt for scrambled eggs because oil would be too loud. The coffee brews as you arrange the plate in what you hope is an appetizing meal with the sausages Hoseok likes from the co-op, and little slices of strawberries in another bowl—organic, courtesy of his mother dropping by the other day in complaint of your fridge’s lack of hope for anything healthy other than the occasional splurge on asparagus. We’ve been more broke is an odd thing to contend with, but Hoseok has seen how sad you’ve gotten from all your loose corn and tuna meals for god knows how long.
(You take extra care in stirring the sugar in his coffee because now you’re sentimental over the goddamn food in your fridge.)
Hoseok is as new to the world as a baby out the womb, eyes blinking too much because he woke up on the wrong side of the pillow. The sun fighting the sun itself. He smiles when he sees you.
“Happy birthday to you…”
And you sing for him, tray of goodies in your hands as you waddle closer and he sits up to help you place it on his lap. He accepts it with a pout of his lips and a press to yours.
“Happy birthday Hobi,” you say when you break apart, and Hoseok twitches before he remembers there are fragilities on his thighs. He settles with a whine that asks for one more kiss. You give it to him. “I love you.”
“Thank you baby,” he says. He cocks his head in gesture for you to sit next to him. He’s still warm from dreaming. “Smells good.”
“I worked hard. But you worked harder last night.”
“Ugh. Jimin was on my ass and IT had to fix some bug on the computer.” Hoseok jabs sadly at a sausage. “But it’s done. Let’s—not talk about work.”
“Okay. What’s it like being an old man?”
Hoseok grumbles through a mouthful of eggs. “My joints aren’t what they used to be.”
“Sad,” you say. “You’re falling apart.”’
“Hm. This is really good babe. And—no, for real? When I went to the gym the other night?” Hoseok stares at you with eyes that hold a thousand stories. “Could hear my bones cracking.”
“Ew.”
“Click clack.”
“Okay,” you snort. “You’re old. Now finish your coffee. More plans.”
You take the emptied plate when Hoseok tries to slurp on his mug. “Hot.” He makes a broken face.
“It’s coffee.”
He waves you off. Embarrassed but you’ll give it to him. “Thank you. I love you.”
“Mhm. Brush your teeth, I don’t wanna kiss your stinky coffee breath.”
The morning progresses as you wash the dishes. Hoseok finally sheds the grogginess of last night when you hear the faucet turn on from the washroom, and you take the time to contemplate your day. Dinner later is out of the question, a reservation under Yoongi’s name at whatever o’clock because he keeps forgetting to tell you the time. Maybe a quick movie? Because it’s been a while since you had time in with Hoseok. And the bed calls to you anyway. The last plate is put away with much more resolve than you had before.
You barely catch Hoseok coming out when you pin him to the wall with soap-softened hands. His face is damp, hair swept back with a careless hand. Mouth-watering because Hoseok was never not at his peak-handsome. Yours for the morning.
“Woah, mama.” You press a kiss to his neck. You feel his hands around your waist. “Plans, huh.”
“Yeah,” you say. Mouth preoccupied with the taste of him and it warms you from your core. “Can I take care of you?”
“Can I say no?”
“If you want to.”
“I don’t want to,” he says.
And you lead him back to bed; a false promise of rest but hopefully he’ll be blissed out soon enough. Hoseok looks awfully cocky with his satisfied grin, lying down with an ease that says he’ll be at your mercy time-willing. You crawl over his body and settle with the press of your thighs against his hips. His long fingers trace a path on your sides (a shiver he notices with a silent chuckle) when you bend down to push love into his mouth. Spearmint.
“I’ll ride you,” you decide then and there. Hoseok licks into you with more eagerness he seems to want to let on because his eyes are wide. He clicks his tongue.
“You spoil me.”
“Start your morning off right.”
“D-Damn straight,” he murmurs, breath lost when you trail your kisses down his sternum, over a wrinkly shirt he can’t be bothered to take off because he’s so relaxed, melting into the sheets like warm honey. You lift up the fabric to lick at his abs, and you feel him shiver. “Tickles.”
“Sorry.” Hoseok laughs. Then you slide his boxers down and envelope his hard dick with the soft suction of your heat.
“Fuuuuuck—”
You'd say something about him being too provocative but the dick in your mouth keeps you pliant. You don’t want to ruin the moment with any snark, though—and as much as you want to see him fall apart, the slow build-up of his pleasure is a drama on its own. You see the glow of pleasure in Hoseok as his hands rake through your hair, a silent command for your attention and you give it. You give it to him tenfold when your lips reach the base of his shaft.
“Ugh that--feels...” Your tongue presses against the underside of him and his head teeters. “Agh—!”
You swallow before you take a breath, hand pumping him slowly to keep the tip of his dick near your lips because you can’t get enough. Always. “Feel good?”
“Yeah,” he asserts. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
You huff out a laugh. “Don’t thank me yet, bubba. Need you wrapped around my finger.”
And you get back to it; a rough grab for his pleasure if it means you get to see Hoseok twitch under you like he’s here for your mouth only. The slick of your spit on his skin is a wet mess and the sound is even more dirty. A noise you could only appreciate behind closed doors. (Yours isn’t, but you’re wet anyway.)
Hoseok sighs with the pleasure of a catered man. “Fuck that’s—“ he rises onto his elbow with a pant— “I’ll cum soon.”
“Do you wanth to?” Garbled because you won’t let up.
“No—just—come up here.”
He kisses you when you do. His love is rough, the insistence on your lips nearly pushing you back but his hands hold your neck and you sigh, tongue twisting behind your teeth and your knees are caught as you take off your underwear but you can’t pull away. An attraction neither of you can deny when you pull apart to breathe but Hoseok chases you for more.
“Mmph—” he sucks on your top lip and you groan— “Hoseok—wait.”
“What?” He nips down your neck and settles on a spot that has your mind blanking. Suckling. Forgetting this is about him and he seems to be none the wiser.
“Nothing, I just. Let me breathe for a second.”
He settles his forehead against yours. “Have I taken your breath away, baby?”
“Eugh.”
“You like it.”
“I do,” you confirm. “But you’re gonna kill me.”
Hoseok pecks your nose. “I’m a force to be reckoned with.”
“Says the wise guy who tried to chug on coffee and died.”
“You’re supposed to be taking care of me,” he whines. “Don’t make fun.”
“Lie down. And don’t cum until I say so.”
You take his shirt off. And you’re about to remove yours, but Hoseok is squinting and the open blinds are absolutely obliterating his eyes with the rising sun. You get up with a huff to pull them closed. Not without Hoseok calling out for you because now he’s cold, but at least he can sorta see now.
“Now we make love in the dark,” you say.
“And they say chivalry is dead.”
“I hate it when we fuck and it’s bright.”
“So romantic,” Hoseok coos sarcastically. “Now take off your shirt.”
The air is still. No coffee brewing, no static of the TV when it’s on. The outside world is divided from your tryst by your chipped blinds and the flimsy mesh of the window—quiet, even when the occasional car slips into a sinkhole. Hoseok is under you, dark hair splayed along the softness of his pillow and he grins, hands grabbing yours as you settle comfortably on his lap. A scenario you couldn’t have conjured up any other way but somehow, in this simple abode, you’re flushed with this heavy feeling of love. Love for this man and your home and he’s probably so tired but he gives into you. All the time.
“Stop thinking so hard,” he says.
You laugh. “What am I thinking about?”
“I donno. But you look pensive.”
“Ooh.” You line his dick up with your core. Sinking down like you have the whole day to contemplate all the good ridges of his length. “I’ll tell you when I’m done fucking your brains out.”
Hoseok snorts. “You’ll nag me when your thighs start to hurt.”
“And what about it?”
“I like an honest partner,” he says.
“So you don’t think I can fuck your brains out.”
“Not without my help.”
“What’d I say before? Don’t cum until I say so.” You lift up a little, settling your bum on his thighs and Hoseok groans. You start like that: a rise of your knees, pussy squeezed and you know he feels it from the way his breath is stunted. You feel it all. And he looks good in this lighting, the barely-there glow of the light like no one’s meant to see him except you. You defile him in your presence alone, and Hoseok takes it.
He bucks up when you slam down hard. “Shit—ugh you feel so good.”
You might say something but you’re scared you’ll falter. You settle for a moan when the tip of his cock hits deeper, nails digging into the back of his hands and he squeezes back. Eyes rolling back when you grind into it, but now you can’t hold back. “Oh fuck.”
Your thighs don’t hurt yet, but you settle your hands back onto his thighs and swirl your hips the way you know he likes to see. And he erupts. “Fuck babe—you’re so hot. Oh—squeeze me—like that. Shiiiit.” Hoseok grabs your ass and you catch yourself on his chest, cuss on the tip of your tongue but he beats you with even more dirty words. “Fuck yourself with my dick.”
You gasp when he pushes into you again. “I’m s-supposed to be taking care of you.”
“Rescinded. I just want you to cum.”
Well. That’s okay too. And you ride him in earnest, dragging your pussy up and down and the ache in your muscles is starting, but Hoseok’s panting under you and it’s all you can do not to stop. His eyes are on your tits, soft bounce for soft bounce—one hand snaking its way up from the grip on your butt to pinch a hard nipple and you squeak.
“Hoseok—”
“That good?”
“Yes—!”
His other thumb is on your clit. Feet moving up behind you and you feel his knees digging into your back every time you come down, and now he’s thrusting up into you too, like he wants you to lose it all over him. “Can you cum like this?”
“Fuck—yeah. Y-Yeah.”
“Tell me when.”
It’s soon. And you can’t say anything because nothing registers in your head other than the feeling of Hoseok fucking into you like he’s possessed, brows furrowed, concentration honed in on you and him and your sweat and love, so much love. It’s the way he knows how to hit it there—
“Oh my god.”
Closer. And your hands are on his shoulders because now you’re tired, and Hoseok takes it in stride when he grabs your hips to keep you where he wants. Unsteady and steady all at the same time when your body tries to keep up, bearing down when his hips cant up, but the grind to your clit is too much. You know he feels it.
“There?”
“Mhm. Y-Yeah—!”
“Tell me when. Tell me when.” He’s desperate. You feel it too, the way his rhythm picks up and in your wont of clenching when you’re close he groans even more. “Fuck baby I can’t last—”
And you know it. You’re so wet the slide is of his cock is embarrassingly quick but it touches all your sweetest parts. The part in you that’s close is almost there—almost—
“There—oh Hoseok—I’m—cumwithmecumwithme—”
“Fuck babe—”
You collapse, Hoseok bringing his arms around you, breaths lost in your hair as he pumps himself through orgasm and you’re helpless—caught in the whirlwind of your own as you moan into his neck and it’s so hot, the sound of his cum fucked into you. Deep inside and you groan at how sticky you feel all over. Hoseok presses a kiss to your head.
“Congrats, you just fucked the shit out of me,” he says.
You laugh. “And my reward?”
“My semen.”
“Attractive.”
He pulls out. A mess you’ll clean up later because for now you seek refuge in Hoseok’s arms. “But now you’re not thinking so hard.”
“You’re right.” It’s light, the feeling. Like everything’s gonna be fine. A good orgasm does that to you, but now you’re sentimental all over again. “I think I’m ovulating.”
“Oh.”
“Besides the point. But I—don’t know. I just got really emotional.”
“Like you do.”
“Like I do,” you hiss because he always makes fun of you for being more feels-y than you like to let on. “I’m glad I get to do life with you, I guess.”
Hoseok stares at you. Gaze soft and unyielding, like he knows exactly what you’re going through. “You’ll make me cry.”
You scrunch your nose. “Do it, pussy.”
“I love you,” he says through a half-laugh. “So goddamn much.”
And Hoseok smothers you with a thousand kisses, and you feel his cum on your stomach as he rolls over you but you don’t resent him at all. Only if it means you’re getting his love. That’s all that matters this morning.
Scene: Front of Mansion
Yui: ... ... wait, Subaru-kun!
Subaru: ... ... ... ...
Yui: Where are you going!?
Subaru: ... ... Don’t follow me. If you do, I'll kill you.
Yui:!
Yui: (... ... Subaru-kun? He's acting strange ... ...)
Yui: (He's saying cruel things to keep me away ... ...)
Subaru: ... ... ... ... ...
Yui: ... ...
Yui: (I'm no longer afraid of his cold stare.)
Yui: (I already know the truth, that the real Subaru-kun is very kind.)
Yui: If you want to do this, then fine.
Subaru: ... ...Hmph. Do you really want to stop me?
Yui: ... ... I don't really understand ... ... but I have a really bad premonition... ...
Yui: Where are you going?
Subaru: ... ... If you want to stop me, take this.
Yui: ... ... a knife... ...
Yui: (It's Subaru-kun's silver knife. What does he want me to do with it... ...?)
Subaru: Stab me in the heart with it.
Yui:!?
Subaru: Then cut off my head quickly ... ... do that if you want to stop me.
Yui: What ... ... Are you saying that I have to kill you?
Subaru: If you want to stop me, that is what you’ll have to do.
Yui: t-...this is... impossible... ...
Subaru: ... ...Hehe. Is this the extent of your resolve?
Yui: ... ...no, that's not it!
Yui: Ah!
Yui: (I took the knife without thinking... my heart is hurting again... ...!)
Yui: (My hands are trembling. I can't hold this knife... ...)
Subaru: ... ... Hey? What is wrong?
Yui: N-It's nothing ... ... I'm just a little nervous.
Subaru: !
Subaru: ... ...Tch, shit ... ...
Subaru: Can’t stay here... ... I’m outta time...
Yui: Where.... where are you going?
Subaru: ... ...it doesn't matter. Don't tell me you've already forgotten what I said?
Yui: ... ... Eh?
Subaru: You told me not to destroy the church. When you opposed me.
Yui: Ah ... ...
Yui: (Now I remember. The church was being repaired by the damage caused by Subaru.)
Yui: (I told him not to destroy it again and in return I said I'd listen to one request of his without question.)
Yui: (In the end, it was left like that...)
Yui: Yes ... ...
Subaru: Hehe... ... then, I'm calling it in now.
Yui: Now!?
Yui: ... ... it was a promise I suppose, what should I do?
Subaru: ... ...
Yui: Ah!
Yui: (Subaru-kun, he's really close... ...)
Yui: (He's going to suck my blood until I can no longer move, and I won't be able to follow him... ...)
Subaru: ... ...*kiss*
Yui: (Eh ... ...?)
Subaru: ... ...
Yui: (Why ... ...?)
Yui: (He didn't bite my neck this time... ...)
Yui: (Right now, Subaru-kun is ... ...)
Yui: (-- kissing me?)
Subaru: Mmm ... ...
Subaru: ... ...Be a good girl and wait for me.
Yui: Ah, this is... ...!
Yui: (He took his knife back ... ...)
Subaru: ... ... heh.
Yui: Subaru-kun ... ...?
Yui: (Subaru-kun disappeared, where did he go?)
Yui: (I want to follow him. I want to follow him, but... ...!)
Subaru: "... ...Be a good girl and wait for me. "
Yui: (The pain in my heart from earlier is gone now.)
Yui: (My heart is hurting for a different reason now... ... like I've lost something... ...)
Yui: (I'm begging you, Subaru-kun ... ... Please come back soon... ...!)
A little later. Malcolm and Sam are now best friends and spend as much time together as they can. After all, the adults had become good friends too. . "hi Sam! Have you heard?“/ ”No, what?".
"There's supposed to be a lot of snow this year, they said on TV. I think I'll challenge you to a big snowman building competition“/”and I'll challenge you to a snowball fight, hihi. Shall we go up?“/ ”sure.". The two boys always have a good time together. There have never been any arguments between them. And everyone is welcome at each other's houses.
.Whenever Malcolm came to visit Sam, the others were greeted first and then the boys retreated upstairs to the big children's room. By now, they had developed a certain routine. At first, they played together for a while. “I'm much faster, you can't catch me”/ “but at some point I'll have you wrapped up in my tentacles”.
But at some point during the game, Malcolm lost interest again and asked him the recurring question. “Have you been reading your book again?”/ "No, not for a while. Some of it is really hard to understand. I think… I'll probably only be able to understand it properly when I'm older"
Sam also put his toy away again. "Yes, maybe. Unfortunately, I don't speak Japanese and I don't know anyone who does. “/ ”I can, but I don't understand the meaning of many things. Why can I sense the death of other people? And what is my use? There's something in there that says it's my destiny…".
“hmm… maybe you're something like the weather forecast… But instead of the weather, you can predict death.”/ "and what's in it for me? What do I get out of it? I don't even want to know when and if someone will die!“/ ”then you'll really have to wait a little longer and you won't understand until later." Sam was silent for a moment and looked blankly at his toy. “If I tell people, they'll be scared”.
“ I'd be scared too if you told me I was going to die tomorrow…”/ "and if I did? What would you do then?“/ ”I wouldn't hate you for it… I'd rather experience something great that day“/ ”You won't die so quickly, Malcolm“/ ”Thank you, that makes me feel better".
“It's always been old people who have died…”/ “Yes, or very sick people…”/ "So you're not an angel of death. You can just see it coming…“/ ”hh, I don't want to talk about it any more now, okay? If the old man is dead tomorrow, then hopefully things will be quiet again for a while. I just don't like the feeling I get in my head when this… premonition comes. Do you want to stroke my horse again?".
Sam took Malcolm back outside for a second attempt to introduce him to his horse. The first encounter was a little uncomfortable. The stallion was not yet familiar with so many new people and Malcolm was a little impetuous. This time he tried more cautiously. “Hii, will you give me another chance?”.
The second attempt was successful after all, as the stallion allowed his muzzle to be stroked. But that was enough, Malcolm had quite a lot of respect for this big animal. “How's your little brother?”/ “Oh well, it's exhausting sometimes, especially because we have to share a room”.
"Yes, that's really stupid. Maureen has her own room…“/ ”Yes, and yours is really huge, there's easily room for two beds. I think I'll have to talk to my parents again when I start sixth form“/ ”hnhn, maybe you can stay with me for a while“/ ”that would be really cool" .
Meanwhile, a little apart on her favorite bench. “Did you just hear that?”/ "You're not supposed to eavesdrop, darling. But yes, the Landgraabs live very differently now than you used to. The children's room really isn't very big. I stopped by once to look after little Marco.".
“hm, maybe if they'd put a bit of money aside earlier, they'd be better off now”/ "they handled money differently, you know that. . How is work going with Nick now?“/ ”Much more relaxed, I'm very surprised. He's really changed“/ ”yes, he's less selfish now, hn“/ ”hehe, yea. He even wants to set up a new foundation. He just hasn't told us what kind yet"/ “hn, let's just keep letting him surprise us.”.
