Hiraeth: 1

Hiraeth: 1

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: I’m in my Jin-I-miss-you era and I’m taking u all with me. Idk yet if this will be two-shot. Do tell me your thoughts 💜

“I’m going to marry you.”

The nine-year old Seokjin lost his concentration upon hearing your declaration. He blinked, and all of a sudden, the game signaled that he lost. His hold on the game controller slackened. It gently hit the carpeted floor. He hated losing. It was game over all because of you.

“I’m never gonna marry you,” he said so meanly that he was sure you would finally stop following him around. But the five year-old you merely grinned, several teeth missing and announced that he would marry you. You were sure of it.

“Will you stop following me?!” Jin seethed, glaring at your small form as you didn’t mind his anger and continued walking behind him eagerly. Jin was at the stage where all he wanted was to move, to burn the excess energy. He was into sports lately. And because he was fond of it, you were, too. Wherever he went, you’d follow. It was like he had another shadow besides his own.

It was annoying.

But it was also comforting.

On times when he’d fall, knees and hands bruised or bloodied, there you were, quietly telling him it was going to be fine, gently washing the blood off of him. You were always there to help him stand up again. You always carried around cute bandaids. He liked to think that you carried it for him.

He was twelve now, and you still followed him around. He even told his mother about you, but she merely giggled and told him that you were the cutest little girl she had ever seen. He should have known she wouldn’t side with him. After all, your father was his father’s best friend. This was why you were always around…and he was used to your presence that when you couldn’t attend some of his family’s event, he would sulked. But the young Seokjin couldn’t wrap his head around the reason why he hated when you were gone.

Yet, he was irritated by your presence.

He saw you as a nuisance, but you saw him as someone who was larger than life. In your young mind, he was the epitome of perfect. He looked like a prince, and his family treated him as such. You wanted nothing but to be his princess. And so, you spent your younger days following him around. You saw him through all the stages in his life, until he became that lanky, yet sporty teenager.

He was fifteen and you were eleven. You knew he was even more irritated with you than glad that you were with his family during their vacations. His mom treated you like her own daughter, saying that you were the daughter she never had, and you were only too glad to have a mother figure. On some vacations, Jin would be kind and played with you with the sand. On some vacations, he would watch out for you whenever you strayed too far on the sea.

On some days though, he scoffed at your presence.

Like right now.

You looked at the entrance of your school with mild confusion, your strides faltering as you realized it was Jin who was waiting for you outside the school premises. He was cooly leaning against their car, their driver sitting on the car, waving at you with a smile on his face. But Jin looked angry.

“Who’s that?” Your close friend and classmate, Chan, asked you. “Why does he look mad?”

Yes. Why was Jin mad?

Perhaps, Jin was too impatient to wait for you because not a moment later, his legs that you noticed were becoming longer as the years passed by brought him faster to you. He stood in front of you, towering over you and Chan. And was he glaring at him?

“Jin!” You gushed in excitement, your adoration to him apparent that you were sure your eyes were gleaming with unrestrained happiness. “Why are you here?”

He turned to you after scaring the poor boy, “Your father asked me to pick you up from school. Our families are going to have dinner together,” he replied in a tense voice. He didn’t even let you speak when he grabbed the backpack that you were wearing, and dragged it to the waiting car.

You didn’t get the chance to say your goodbye to your friend.

Inside the car, his eyes were trained on the window, watching the passing cars. He was pouting, his lips protruding adorably. And there you were, sitting beside him as you nonchalantly ate your candy whilst talking animatedly to their driver.

“Does your father know you have a boyfriend?”

You blinked owlishly, confused with what he suddenly said. The driver only shook his head lightly and smiled. He was watching the young sir sulked until Jin couldn’t keep his silence anymore.

“W-what boyfriend?”

“That boy you were walking with.”

“He’s a friend!”

Jin turned his head to look at you, his eyes appeared darker as he took you in. You were ridiculous in his eyes.

“Sure he is. I’m going to tell your father about this,” he promised in a monotonous voice. His jaw was clenched as he remembered clear as day how the two of you walked so near each other. He knew how other boys thought, especially on that age with their silly crushes.

But if he thought you would be mad, he could not be anymore mistaken. You instantaneously slid across the sit, almost plastering your side to his as you looked up at his eyes.

“Oppa, are you jealous?” You asked with a wide grin on your face, your lips the color of the sweet candy you were eating.

He blinked repeatedly. He could not believe he came across as that! He was just…looking for you. Right?! He was just somehow protective of you.

As gently as he could, he pushed you away. “Don’t be delusional! I’m just worried for uncle! He works so hard only for you to be with boys when you’re so young!” he explained in an annoyed voice, the volume of his voice rising like the way his ears reddened.

“So I should not be with another boy?”

“Yes.”

“So if I stay away from them, will you marry me when we grow up?”

“No.”

You only rolled your eyes at him, unbelieving that the two of you would not end up getting married. Your young self was sure that you would end up with him. A year later, your father transferred you to an all-girl’s school. You didn’t have to know that it was him who influenced your father to do so. At such a young age, Jin was starting to become darker, perhaps a little bit more manipulative. He had done it so underhanded by using his charms and well-placed words that no one would think of him as anything but a sweet, young man.

You were thirteen when girls started being mean to you. Why did kids have to be so mean? Why did kids have to find someone else’s weak spot and attacked it?

You were walking to an alley, a shortcut to your home, minding your own business when the mean girls from school saw you. You learned hate because of them. Your steps faltered when one of the mean girls noticed you.

“Look who’s here,” she sneered, looking at you up and down. Her other two friends paused their chats to look and you and laughed.

“What’s with your messy hair?” One of them asked in disbelief, circling you as she lifted some strands of your hair. You would admit you were bad at combing your hair. You were used to being one of the boys that you didn’t put special care to your appearance. “Do you look like that because you have no mother?”

“You looked like a rat that came from the sewage,” she mocked you. And then the three of them laughed in that annoying way of theirs.

It was not even funny.

You shook your head before attempting to walk past them. But apparently, they weren’t done with you. A scream erupted from your mouth when someone grabbed your hair, tugging it with enough force to bend your neck.

“Where are you going? You think we’re done with you?”

“Yes, freak. We’re done when we say we’re done!”

Even though you fought with all your might, you stood no chance. Three outnumbered one.

Until he came, like a hero you always thought he was.

Jin was in your house, his parents eating dinner with your father. He repeatedly looked at the clock, wondering where could you be. You should be home by now. His knee wouldn’t stop moving as he watched the clock. His parents were laughing with your father when he asked them where you were.

“Oh, she’s on her way home. She’s probably around the alley. You know that girl, she has no patience walking around the block.”

And that was when he left. He politely excused himself, telling them that he would just buy something from the convenience store. Yet, he found himself walking to the mentioned alley.

And he was glad he did.

You were so close to crying, something you didn’t like doing because it always took you forever to stop when someone roughly and carelessly pushed the mean girl away from you. She landed on the ground harshly and you heard her pained whimper. The other two went to their friend, pulling her away from the angry boy. You felt a gentle hand pulling you to stand. You felt Jin brushing the disheveled hair from your face. And then he flashed you a reassuring smile, yet his eyes remained angry.

You were limping as he walked with you. Up until now, he didn’t say anything. And you were all too glad he didn’t. That day, he pulled you to a convenience store, brought medical supplies, and cleaned your wounds quietly. He was bent down as he placed the final bandaid on your knee.

“What are their names?” He asked with an air of nonchalance, but what you didn’t know was his mind was brewing something unpleasant. He was going to unleash hell on those girls.

Without any thought, you told him.

And come morning, you never saw those girls again. Apparently, they were reported to the school and had to transfer.

He was seventeen when he saved you.

You were fourteen and he was eighteen. You were waiting for him outside the university he wanted to enter, in your hand was the placard you spent the whole night making. You were waiting to congratulate him on his entrance exam. There was a crowd outside the school, waiting for their sons or daughters to finish the exam. You were so sure that he was going to pass. Your Jin was the smartest man you knew.

You were grinning and waving wildly when you finally saw him. The years had only made him taller and more handsome. You sighed as his perfect face became more apparent as he neared you. You were so entranced by him that you didn’t notice his other friends and some girls trailing behind him. And they only teased him further when they saw your placard, snickering about how some young girl was pining over Jin.

As if he would be with you.

As if the Jin they knew would be with someone lower than him.

He was so embarrassed that he told you to go home.

“B-but-“

“Go home, Y/N.”

But you meant to ride home with him…

That day, it rained so hard and you were only too pitiful as you walked to the bus stop. You were shivering as you arrived home. And it didn’t come as a surprise that you caught a fever that night. For the first time, you ignored his text asking you if you arrived home safely. You had barely woken up when you noticed his form sitting beside your bed. Your father trusted him so much that he let him in your bedroom. He was silently watching you. On the bedside table was a basin of water and a cloth he used on your forehead. Jin might have appeared stoic in front of you, but inside he was dying from worry when he didn’t hear from you last night.

In fact, he was so worried that he came to your house, knocking on the door sheepishly when he woke up your father and asked if you were home.

He had been here for hours now.

“Are you mad at me?”

You smiled at him weakly. “Never, oppa,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry for leaving you. You should have not came alone, princess,” he lectured gently, still worried that you went on your own for more than an hour travel to cheer for him.

“I wanted to support you,” you pouting defended yourself.

“I know. But next time, don’t. I know you support me even without you going there.”

“W-were you worried for me?”

“Yes.”

“Then,” you said, sitting up slowly before flashing him your cheeky smile. “Will you marry me?”

Seokjin only shook his head.

He was eighteen when he didn’t outrightly said no. He was eighteen when he realized you meant the world to him.

Yet, he was nineteen when he hurt you the most.

It was Christmas. It was the first year he went to college, while you were still in high school. It was the first Christmas he looked forward to because your family and his were spending it together on a cabin near a frozen lake. He was the last one to arrive at the cabin, and he didn’t anticipate the traffic rush from people scrambling to enjoy their holidays that he arrived at a much later night. He didn’t know why, but he spent his first year away from home messaging you daily. He even went as far as demanded you to tell him when you would get home, or when you would go out with your friends, or when you needed someone to pick you up because he would. He would go to you regardless of how far he was. He would drive for hours for you.

Jin parked his car and entered the cabin. He knew you were probably sleeping already, but when he passed the dining room, he could hear conversations that turned something in his brain, something so horrible.

It planted something vile and poisonous in his twisted mind.

“Are you sure about this?” He heard his father’s voice resounding over the quietness of the night. He didn’t know why, but he stayed silent. He was always the polite one, always the one to greet his elders. But right now, he opted to forget his manners.

He opted to eavesdrop.

Your father sighed before putting the glass of whiskey on the table. “I am sure about this. I think it will be good for Y/N and I to move to America. I think it’s an offer I cannot refuse.”

Jin felt a stabbing pain in his heart. No. You would leave him. Your father would take you from him. He didn’t want you gone. He couldn’t have you gone. He would lose it if you weren’t around.

“When will you leave?” His mother asked gently. And Jin dreaded the answer.

“Next week.”

Not if Jin had anything to do with it. No one would take you from him.

“Oppa!”

He snapped out of his dark thoughts when he heard your angelic voice calling to him. You were running full speed to him, and before he knew it you were jumping in his arms. The blunt force of your body slamming to his brought him back to life, to his sanity that was slipping from his grasp.

“You’re here!” You grinned at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He was silent. He probably hated your embrace. He probably found you annoying, still.

You were about to step back when he wrapped his muscular arms around you.

“Y/N! Let Jin go. He’s tired from driving all night,” your father nudged you gently, his smile comforting as he greeted Jin. But to Jin, your father lost all his charm the moment he decided to take you away from him.

The lake was frozen.

It was the perfect time to skate. You were giddy as you and your father skated in the early morning of the Christmas eve. It had always been the two of you since you could remember. Your mother died when you were barely walking. To you, your father was your whole world. Your laughters resounded over the whole cabin, and Jin’s parents’ were happy just listening to you. Jin’s mother was preparing hot chocolate, and his father was putting gifts under the tree.

It smelled like Christmas.

“Jin! My boy, come join us!” Your father called when he noticed from a distance Jin who was standing statue like near the lake. His black coat was in perfect contrast of the whiteness of the snow. His cheeks and lips were almost red from the cold temperature.

You thought he looked like a prince.

You waved at him before twirling around the ice. You landed perfectly on your feet. Your father beckoned you to him, and you were only too eager to skate to him when you heard a cracking sound.

You threaded on the thin ice.

And before you knew it, you were falling in the deep, cold water. The unforgiving temperature of the water swallowed your screams. It swallowed your resistance. You managed to get your head above water only to see you own father fell down, the very ground he was skating on cracked under his weight.

It was merely a second but you saw the horror that flashed in his eyes, the despair of his situation, and the anxiety that he would not get to you on time.

The second time you managed to get your head above the freezing water, you saw Jin running to you, shedding his black coat on the ground.

“My father! Save him!” You screamed, even as your voice shook.

But Jin still ran to you. Without any thought for his own safety, he dove down to the harsh water. He dove down like an angel you thought he was as you sank further down, only the light from the cracked lake shone through. He thought he wouldn’t get to you, but by his strong, sheer will, he managed to grab your wrist.

Pulling you up was harder. But Jin was a determined man.

He swam up with one hand, while the other was secured around your body. He managed to drag you up, noticing how blue your lips were. His parents were screaming as they ran to the lake.

“Stay there!” He shouted, knowing how unstable the ice were.

“M-my father. S-save h-him,” you pleaded your hero, gripping his sleeve with weak hand as he wrapped his coat around your shivering body. It was a though he didn’t hear you, only focused on your well-being.

He could save him.

He still had the energy, the adrenaline rush still strong in his veins.

He could technically save him.

But your father was going to take you away from him.

“Jin, p-please save him,” you whispered frantically, looking up to his dark eyes with your pleading ones.

And so, Jin stood up slower, ran slower, and dove a little slower to save your father. No one would technically call him on his bullshit. After all, his parents saw him dove after their friend. You saw him with his own eyes how he dragged your unconscious, pale father from the pits of the cold lake.

You saw him.

“She’s so young to be an orphan. What a tragedy,” you heard them say as you stood stoically on the side. You had not said a word since your father was pronounced dead. They said you were in shocked. They said you were still processing what happened. They said you would be better in time.

But how would they know that?

You were grateful for the Kim family for taking care of everything; from the funeral to the papers, to taking you in. Even Seokjin filed a leave from the university to stay with you.

And he did stay with you. Right now, he was standing beside you, accepting condolences in behalf of you. He was a rock, just a rock that you didn’t want right now. A rock that you somehow selfishly associated with your father’s death.

He stayed with you even when you didn’t want him to.

You had not even looked at him since that tragedy. You knew it was wrong, you knew it was unfair for you to blame him. But were you wrong to blame him when you felt him hesitate? Had he moved a second sooner, would your father still be here? Would he be lying on the hospital bed instead of his coffin?

It was a month later and you still hadn’t said a word despite you going to therapy. It was a month of silence and of you acting like he wasn’t there, like he wasn’t waiting for you to look at him.

“Dear,” his mother called you one night, sitting you down on their living room. “We were thinking…we want to adopt you.”

If you were shocked, Jin was even more surprised. He didn’t know about this. How could his parents decided to do this? To do this to him?!

Your widened eyes looked up from your hands to them. Did they really mean that? Did that mean you weren’t going to be alone anymore? Were you going to have a family again?

“But only if you want to. There’s no rush, dear. Either way,” Mrs. Kim said gently, clasping your hands in hers, tears brimming in her eyes as she took in the pitiful you. “Either way, you’re already a daughter to me.”

“Thank you.” That was the first thing you said in a month. You were so happy. You were so thankful. You were about to hug her when Jin slammed his hand on the table.

“No!”

“Jin! Watch your tone-“

“No, father. I don’t want to be her brother! I don’t want her to be my sister!” He shouted, his voice extremely loud. And for the first time in a month, you looked at his eyes with your hurt ones. He couldn’t even bring himself to regret this. You didn’t know this now, you probably didn’t realize this right now but he was fighting for the future of the two of you. Why would you say thank you to his mother?! Weren’t you the one who kept on bugging him to marry him? Did you now change your mind? No. No, he wouldn’t let you. He didn’t do all of those things for you to change your mind now.

“I’ll never treat you like a sister, Y/N.”

You were turning sixteen when he let you go.

It was already way past your curfew when you arrived at Kim’s home. You were silently walking in the darkened room, certain that no one would catch you creeping in when all of a sudden, light from a lampshade flooded the room.

And there he was, sitting with his legs crossed, his face void of any emotion as he watched you.

“Princess,” he called you in a slurred voice. It was his voice that finally made you looked at him, to look at the boy you used to adore. It was apparent that he was drunk. His cheeks were tinted with redness, and his eyes were somehow unfocused.

You blinked as you took him in. “You’re drunk.”

“And you hate me. And it’s killing me,” he replied back softly, tears were quickly filling his eyes. He could not go on like this. You were killing him. He could not live another day with you being so close yet so far. At that point, he would do anything to get back the young girl who used to adore and support him. Jin stood up, shadows following his form as he neared you.

Had you not let him touched you that night, he would not agree with you leaving him.

But you did not step back when he caressed your face. You did not step back when he hugged you, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed.

“How can I make you love me again?”

“Let me go to America,” you replied calmly. You did want to go abroad, to leave all this mess behind. Had you father not died horribly, the two of you would have lived there by now. But Jin was preventing you from leaving with all his might. The influence he had in his parents was powerful, something that you did not consider. In your young mind, you knew leaving was the best course of action for you. South Korea was killing you. Living with him was killing you. Remembering that he saved you instead of your father despite your endless begging was killing you.

And you hating him because of that was killing him.

Jin towered over you as he leaned back to look at you, his eyes tired and sad. “And if I let you leave me, will you love me again?”

Your heart was beating fast. At that point, you would say anything to get away from him and the memories he represented.

“If I let you leave, my princess,” he whispered as he looked down at your lips. “If I let you leave me, do you promise to marry me when you get back?”

“Yes. I promise, Jin.”

It was your lie that cemented your future.

You were now twenty-five. Years passed by so fast. It was true was they said, time could heal wounds. The promise you made before was long gone from your mind. Your then young mind rationalized that Jin only acted that way because of guilt, that he only asked you to love him again because he was so used to you loving him that once you stopped, you shifted the orbit of his world. You hadn’t personally heard from him in almost nine years. As soon as you turned eighteen and no longer needed the Kim family as guardians, you cut off all communications from him. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to distance yourself from Mrs. Kim. She was the mother you never had. But every time you called, Jin would even be more desperate for you. Even his mother was worried for her son, claiming that ever since you stopped communicating with the young man, he started becoming closed off. Every time you called his mother, Jin would snatch the phone away from her, yearning to just hear your voice so badly.

Seokjin was miserable. But his misery was not without anger. He resented the fact that he let you go, that he believed you when you said you would come back to him…that you would marry him.

He regretted letting you leave him. He swore that once he got you back, he would tie you to him so fast you wouldn’t be able to leave him again.

It had been almost a decade.

You weren’t living under the rock, no. To him, it was as though you disappeared from the face of the earth. It was difficult to find you in a foreign country even with his wealth and power. He didn’t know how you were right now. He didn’t know what you look like. He missed the years he could have spent with you. He missed you.

To you though, you could not escape him. His face was everywhere you looked, his life out there for everyone to see. It didn’t come as a surprise to you that he made something more out of himself. After all, ever since you were younger you thought he was larger than life. You were scared to see him in person, though.

You thought seeing him would bring back the pain you so desperately wanted to forget. Your therapist encouraged you to face your fears slowly, saying that you could see him without him seeing you.

You saw him once during their concert in America. Seokjin looked like a prince when you were a child. But now, he was like a king. His persona screamed elegance. He looked happier too as he danced and sang with his bandmates. It was apparent that life had been kind to him. You thought you could finish the whole concert without panicking, but Jin looked a little too long at your direction. And that was when you ran away.

“Do I really have to?” You asked you boss sheepishly, borderline on begging him not to send you back to that place.

He looked at you with an exasperated face, “Do you want to keep your job or not?”

“Right now…” you trailed off, your utter aversion of going back to South Korea was somehow outweighing your desire to eat and afford a roof on your head. “I’m not sure I want to.”

You sighed as you stepped out of the airport. Your company prepared ahead of time, arranging hotel for the whole month you would be staying in this country. You crafted a well-planned schedule which would take you around the pertinent parts of South Korea. You promised yourselves that you would be smart with your time so you could leave as soon as possible with the finished project your company sent you for.

You were expecting a calm and quiet first day.

You really were.

You were praying for that, in fact.

“I apologize, but our system cannot find your name.”

You flashed the hotel receptionist a tight smile, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm yourself. “Can you try one last time?”

She nodded reluctantly, but the result was the same. No room was booked under your name. You thanked her for her time before you attempted to call your boss to no avail. You knew it was probably due to timezone difference, but you couldn’t help but curse him in your head. You would so demand a raise once you get back. You tried booking at another hotel but weirdly enough, all of the rooms were already booked. You even tried booking for an airbnb but the ending was the same.

It was eventually seven in the evening when you swallowed your pride and called her. Mrs. Kim was elated that you were finally back, her motherly warmth could be felt despite her being out of the country at the moment for their anniversary. She did instruct you to go to a house that was an hour away from Seoul. She gave you the passcode and said she would see you as soon as she arrived back to South Korea. By the time you arrived at the white, modern house, it was already almost midnight. The jet lag and the timezone difference were starting to get to you that you decided to shower then sleep rather than touring the house. You would do that tomorrow.

But tomorrow was different.

For the first time in years, you slept so deeply. You had never felt rested since the day of the accident. But today, you felt so serene, so rested. It must have been the wondrous bed that lured you to sleep, or it must have been the extreme weariness from your travel. And probably, it must have been the warmth beside you, your cheek resting on a beating heart.

Wait.

What?

You opened your eyes in sudden alertness, all traces of sleep now gone from your body. The first thing you saw was a plain, white shirt and a pair of black shorts of whomever you were sleeping on top of. The shirt stretched out over a muscular chest and your mind was hopelessly telling you that he smelled familiar…

Slowly, as to not alert whoever this strange man was, you pushed your body away from the man you unknowingly made your bed. You felt his hand resting on the small of your back fell on the bed. With wide eyes and shallow breaths, you looked up at the face of the man you never thought you’d see again- only to find him already looking at you with hooded eyes.

Seokjin gazed at you with warmth, his plump lips lifting on the sides.

“Miss me, princess?”

Thunderstorms and high winds today, folks, with a high of 29–85 for all you tourists out there–

With a scowl you close the live weather report and get back to work on the eight hundred words left of a two thousand word essay before you can lose too much steam. That weather report just annihilated your motivation.

Oh well.

You’ll have to try again tomorrow.

Clear skies today everyone. Looks like a full day of sunshine with a high of 32–

You’re shutting down your computer before the report is finished.

The gears of your bike spin with a satisfying whir as you speed through the city, wind blowing back your hair in the early morning sun. You burst out of the last block with a huge grin and make your way to the first open spot to lock up your bike.

Once your blanket is spread out securing a safe perimeter of relaxation you lay down

and soak it all in.

Your stomach starts to grumble and you know you’re going to have to get something to eat soon but it’s just so perfect. The sun, the beach, the rhythmic crashing of the waves. This is why you’ve worked so hard to study abroad. Yeah, yeah, cultural experiences and everything, but you’re not kidding yourself. Rio’s far from home and on the ocean.

Heaven.

You slowly drag yourself to sit up feeling thoroughly soaked through with sunshine and let your gaze lazily drift over the long line of sand.

And there it is–there he is–the other reason you’re here.

Because oh

my

god.

The head of bright orange hair that sways and swooshes as the man underneath it dives and jumps and moves in ways that seem too fluid for a casual game of beach volleyball.

He’s enticing.

His smile shines brighter than the sun after he leaps unbelievably high into the air and slams the ball down into the sand. You feel more out-of-breath just from watching him than he seems to be from actually playing.

And you’re not the only one completely enthralled by their game. Everyone in the surrounding area’s been pulled into spectating, some of them even starting to cheer. You don’t feel badly for staring.

The ball goes up and gets spiked down; the orange-head-hottie stretches out to dig the ball but only bumps it, changing it’s trajectory. It shoots off and splats in the sand a few feet from your blanket.

He’s already on his way over but you can’t miss this chance. You’ve been coming here for weeks waiting for the stars to align, for the weather to be nice on a day that you aren’t overwhelmed with schoolwork and for him to be on the beach, and you’re not going to waste it.

You grab the ball and meet him halfway–god he shines even brighter up close.

He gives you a big, grateful smile and says “thanks!”

Your heart flutters at his accented Portuguese. He’s quick to get back to his game and you try not to take that personally. He’s obviously an experienced, talented player…the game is probably more interesting than anything else to him.

Doesn’t stop you from coming back to watch him again and again.

Every time you come to watch you spread your blanket out closer and closer, shortening the distance like a representation of your dwindling time abroad and then

“Hey!”

One morning as you’re settling in a shadow slides across the sand. He pauses by your blanket on his way to the court.

“I’ve seen you here on the beach before. Haven’t I?”

“Yeah…I like to come on my days off between classes.” You smile, eyes raking over his muscular arms on their way to his face. “Soak up the scenery.”

He grins and you’re not sure if he caught your glances. “Yeah, it’s gorgeous here…isn’t it?”

You nod, noting his accent, and exchange a little small talk about your countries of origin until some other guys call out to him.

He leaves with a friendly wave and you unabashedly watch as they start playing.

You’re much closer than you’ve been before and you can really appreciate the beads of sweat that roll down the valleys of his muscles. There’s a voice in the back of your head that chides you; you’re being creepy! But there’s a certain crispness to the way he’s playing today. Like everything is more concentrated, intentional. And then you notice him glancing at you. After a sharp play or impressive move his eyes do a quick flick in your direction behind his sunglasses. That voice argues again you’re being creepy until he wipes the sweat from his face.

He doesn’t bother walking to the towel waiting next to his water bottle; he just uses his shirt, lifting the fabric high enough to reach his face and exposing his abs.

You hollow out.

Because he wasn’t just wiping his sweat in a way he’s never done before–ignoring you’ve watched him long and closely enough to know that–he did it right toward you

giving you a full view of the toned set. And the smirk on his face as he gets ready to receive tells you it was on purpose.

He knew what he was doing, knows what he’s doing as he continues to blaze a trail across the court taking every opportunity to flex and show off

for you.

The sun’s not the only thing burning when he leaves the court drenched in sweat and gets his things before coming back over to you.

“Wow…you’re really good,” you compliment him to a wide grin.

“Thanks! Are you a fan of volleyball?”

“I’m a fan of watching you play volleyball,” you answer, delighting in the momentary shock on his face. “Come on, why’re you acting so surprised?” You give him a playful smirk. “I saw all the extra stuff you were showing off today.”

He chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah…I was…I just…”

“You’re not used to it paying off?” you surmise and he nods. You introduce yourself and he replies in kind. “Well, Hinata Shōyo,” you grin, “you’ve got my attention. What would you like to do with it?”

Headcanons for sibling scara with an affectionate reader who pinches and kisses his cheek just because he’s cute and likes picking him up?

SAGAU: THE GOD OF TEYVAT WONT LET GO OF ME PLEASE SEND HELP-

❀ synopsis: you are the clingy one, and you so happen to be a god with super strength. how do the three different phases of Scaramouche handle the situation?

❀ notes: this was supposed to be sibling headcanons but then realized just how ambiguous I made the relationship between the reader and Scaramouche. So this can be implied as romantic or platonic, or if this is regular genshin or sagau.

❀ pronouns: they/them

Kabukimono with a clingy God reader: Omg, he is so overwhelmed with joy and embarrassment, please give him a minute to process his emotions. If you picked him up in private he would immediately wrap his arms around you to try and hug you. He would even request for you to spin him around if you didn't do so yet. In public, though he would short-circuit and shyly ask for you to please put him down, if you don't he will do his best to shrink in your clothing if he sees any of the villagers staring.

Pinching his cheeks is a different story, it was ok at first but then he grew to not like them. Mostly because it feels weird if you do it, and maybe even painful if you're not gentle enough. He would pout before (gently) slapping your hand away before you can pinch his cheeks. But then he would realize what he did before hugging and affirming how sorry he was and you can pinch his cheeks as much as you want please don't leave him alone-

Scaramouche with a clingy God reader: Soft moments are over, have a scummy Scaramouche to replenish your palette. He enjoys the affection, but only in private. If you are taller than him he would be even more frustrated with how you can easily sweep him off his feet and pick him up. His face bloomed a deep shade of red as he demands that you put him down immediately. If you did this in front of any of his subordinates he will feel a huge chunk of his pride die inside of him.

Similar to when he was Kabukimono he wouldn't like the cheek pinching. While pinching his cheeks he will just give you this look that says "You-will-forget-what-its-like-to-eat-solid-food-if-you-don't-let-go-of-my-cheek", but he soon learns to appreciate the small piece of affection and even mimic your actions by pinching your cheek too.

albeit harsher since he is petty like that

Wanderer with a clingy God reader: Unlike these two, he is SHAMELESS. Nobody remembers him anymore so what does he have to worry about? Forget about you picking him up in public, he will be the one to drag you back to the camp if he wants to spend time with you. Any sort of physical affection is greedily gobbled up by this man. He would act like a tsundere in public unless he was jealous and you decided to pick him up to prove that you're taken. In that case he would be smug.

Pinching his cheeks would be a bit annoying but the more you do it, the more he grows to like it. It would come to the point he would lean onto your hand if you ever do it. And then it would just be you holding his face. He likes your hand, they are very warm...

Mine Now

Haikyuu - Suna Rintaro

Imagine when y/n was taking a nap during their lunch break and someone kept playing with her hands, not allowing her to sleep peacefully. Thinking it was one of her friends fooling around with her, she would just grab the hand and fall asleep.

After few minutes, she will be woken up by the bell ringing, indicating the end of lunch. When she opened her eyes, her eyes almost popped out from shock at who she was holding hands with as she felt heat flooding all over her face.

Suna Rintaro

He was playing on his phone while letting his left hand on y/n's grip. While y/n was frozen on the spot, Suna put his phone away and smiled at her. "Did you sleep well?"

Y/n couldn't find her voice, so she just nodded her head as she quickly let go of his hand. The moment she did so, Suna looked like he missed the feeling of her hands already. But he continued to smile as he fixed her messy hair, causing y/n's face to redden into a further shade of red. Suna smirked at her expression before going back to his seat, leaving y/n all flustered. When her seatmate saw her face, she asked if she was alright that all she could do was nod her head.

Ever since that incident, y/n couldn't help but get conscious of Suna that she kept glancing at him. At one point, her eyes met with Suna's that she jumped slightly as her eyes widened. Suna smirked at her and mouthed, 'Cute.' Her face turned red once again and she unconsciously slammed her head on her desk, creating a loud sound.

"Are you okay, y/n?" When her teacher asked, y/n franticly apologized, so the teacher just nodded his head before going back to the topic. Y/n sighed in relief before glancing at Suna once again and saw him chuckling silently.

When school has ended, y/n tried to leave the classroom in haste, but her wrist got caught by Suna. "Why are you in a rush?"

Y/n quickly thought of an excuse. "U-Uh... I just wanted to go home..."

"Can I walk you home?"

"V-Volleyball! Do you not have volleyball?" Y/n quickly remembered that he was part of a volleyball club.

"We don't have practice today," Suna smiled. "So I can walk you home then?"

From the sight of his smile, she nodded her head unconsciously that they ended up walking home together. Throughout their way home, there were no words being exchanged between them. But y/n glanced at him time to time wondering what might he want from her.

They continued to walk in silence until Suna held her hand. Y/n flinched in shock and looked at him with wide eyes. Suna had a smile that could make anyone fall in love with him as he said, "I just missed the feeling of your hand."

Her face doesn't seem to have time to calm down as her face was red as a tomato for the countless of time today. "B-But..."

"Do you not like it?" Suna asked with a slight tilt of his head that y/n shook her head timidly. "Then you like me?"

Y/n became flustered as she stared at Suna, trying to process his words. "Wh-Wha...?" When Suna continued to look at her with a smile, she nodded her head as she avoided eye contact with him.

At her nod, Suna tightened his grip. "I like you, too, so you are mine now right?"

[ sakusa kiyoomi ! soulmate au ]

it had been years since your own soulmate has rejected you. due to the nature of the message, one would assume it was cruel, but you couldn’t help but find it so despite how how your heart crushed when you had first seen it. it was simple and clear, the only sentence they had ever written you.

i don’t want a soulmate, please don’t contact me. sorry.

there were no conversations shared after you had responded with a simple ‘got it,’ and waited a few moments, making sure to give them time to view it before you erased the words to prevent the way your eyes seemed a little blurry every time you saw them.

when you had explained the situation to your friends, one of them looked you dead in the eyes, their eyes wide, and questioned how you seemed too nonchalant. they questioned if you understood what that had meant, that you would be alone forever, and you simply shrugged.

it wasn’t as if the situation didn’t affect you. of course, within all years you grew up, you tended to feel a little upset when you watched how other soulmates seemed so in love, how they completed each other upon first sight when the person made to love you didn’t want you, and of course you cried here and there, but one fact remained.

there was nothing you could do.

you weren’t going to pathetically and desperately try to change their mind. you had enough faith that if they changed their mind, they would grab a pen and make the first move themselves, especially since you were no longer kids.

you weren’t going to ruin your own life over someone you didn’t even know, so instead, you held your head high and moved on, and all your efforts were enough to let you intern and work with the manager of the MSBY black jackels. after talking with the lady, who seemed so overworked that you weren’t sure the salary could even be worth it, you found yourself finally standing in front of the team.

“guys, this is [y/n]. they will be sitting in on practice for the following two weeks, please don’t bother them.”

you offered a polite smile and a wave. “hello, it’s a pleasure meeting you all. if you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask.”

the exhausted manager proceeded to introduce them one by one, and while they were all very attention grabbing, your eyes only lingered more than necessary on one who coincidentally happened to be staring at you, eyes wider in an emotion you couldn’t make out.

sakusa kiyoomi.

it took you a few days to get comfortable with the overly chaotic team and it didn’t take long until atsumu finally brought up the over-used question that no longer made you flinch. “so, have you met your soulmate yet? they’re one lucky motherfucker.”

you almost snorted at the irony. instead, you hummed in disagreement, purposely acting unaware of how sakusa actually seemed to be interested in the conversation for once, how he immediately stopped his actions, eyes set on you as he watched your ever move as you scrolled through instagram. “flattering, ‘tsumu. i haven’t.”

the ball of sunshine that was hinata tilted his head curiously, eyes wide. “woah, do they live far? how come you haven’t met them yet?”

“oh, they rejected me.” you stated calmly, voice clear of any emotions. everyone seemed to freeze and you could have sworn you heard sakusa suck in a breath loudly, but you glanced up and offered a smile. “it’s fine, please don’t worry! it happened years ago, i’m already over it.”

atsumu blinked. “so… does that mean i can ask?”

meian immediately smacked the back of his head, apologetically glancing at you, but you only let out a light laugh. despite how the faux blond was very rude at times, you thought it was nice for him to ask first. after all, you had uncountable encounters where you hadn't even finished your answer before you were bombarded with rude, nosy questions. "yeah, i don't care. what's on your mind?"

immediately, miya, hinata and bokuto were slumped in front of you, legs crossed and attention undivided. they reminded you of little kids waiting for a reward, and you couldn’t help the small amused smile pulling on your lips as you shut your phone, taking note of how sakusa stood behind them, leaning on the wall with furrowed eyebrows and a frown.

“when did it happen?”

“i was ten.”

“did it hurt?”

“like physically?” you snorted, your amusement growing when the three nodded quickly. “no, it did not. it hurt a little emotionally, of course, but nothing physical.”

“what are you planning to do in life without a soulmate? will you fall in love with someone else?” bokuto gasped curiously, leaning closer, and you raised an amused eyebrow.

“contrary to popular belief, romantic love isn’t everything. i think i can survive alone, bokuto.”

he pouted. “that sounds so miserable, though! i have no idea what i would do without my keiji, [y/n]! how are you still alive?”

meian immediately pulled the athlete up with a scolding frown, but you let out a small laugh. “you can’t exactly miss something you never had, you know?”

“but still! i—“

“enough, you mannerless little shit.” meian sighed tiredly, shooing the two other athletes out as he dragged bokuto outside. the room was now empty with the exception of you and sakusa, and considering the man had never spoken a word to you before, nonetheless did anything but frown at you, surprise was an understatement to what you felt once he quickly took a seat in front of you, replacing the others with an even more distressed expression than bokuto had a few seconds ago.

“can i ask you a few questions?”

you blinked in slight surprise, then slowly nodded. “sure, go on.”

he swallowed harshly. “what— what would you do if your soulmate suddenly just wrote to you?”

for an odd unidentifiable reason, the question felt even more personal than any question you had ever asked before as you tilted your head in slight thought. “well, i would give them a chance.”

he frowned. “that’s stupid. they broke your heart, rejected you before they even knew you and you would give them a chance that easy?”

you stared blankly at sakusa, who seemed to realize his words immediately and grimace, swallowing harshly. “sorry— fuck. look, it’s just…”

he groaned for a second before he buried his face into his palms hopelessly and you resisted the urge to reach over and pat his head in a pathetic attempt to comfort him, your intense confusion distracting you as you patiently waited for him to continue. after a few seconds, he finally sucked in a breath, looking up with exhausted eyes and a frown.

“i may have rejected my soulmate when i was young and i’m too much of a coward to actually contact them again because why the fuck would you give your soulmate another chance after they rejected you? fuck, i have been through hell and i’m the one who made the decision!”

you blinked once, then twice, slowly registering his words, before shrugging. “i think that’s just because you’re a coward, sakusa.”

he pouted. you thought the sight was adorable and you ignored the sudden urge to squish his cheeks, mentally scolding yourself. you had more important things to focus on other than how utterly adorable he was.

“what have you got to lose?” you hummed, leaning over and resting your elbow on your thigh, your cheek resting on your palm. “you already said it yourself, you feel like hell. are you going to live the rest of your life simply wondering when you have the chance to change it and fix what you ruined as a child?”

he groaned loudly. “what if they weren’t as forgiving as you, [y/n]! what if they reject me?”

“well, they would have the right to, obviously,” you started, deadpanning. he visibly sulked, and you mentally groaned at how affected he was at this. why couldn’t your soulmate be anything like the attractive man regretting all his life decisions in front of you? you truely had the worst luck. “but, at least you wouldn’t have to wonder anymore, and even if they do reject you, they would probably take it back after a while, anyways. you’re soulmates, dude.”

he frowned as he considered your words, before he nodded slowly. “okay. fuck, okay, what’s the move?”

you blinked. “why are you asking me that?”

“you’re coaching me throughout this.” he stated blankly, and you would have immediately told him that you were definitely not qualified for that if it wasn’t for the fact that his hands were shaking. you sighed, reaching over and grabbing a pen from your pocket before you held it out. the way he immediately grabbed it without even bothering to satanize it first showed you how stressed he was, so you calmly stared at him until he huffed, looking up. “okay, i can do this. tell me what to write.”

you shut your eyes, leaning back in your seat with a tired sigh. this was definitely not what you signed up for when you decided on this job. “give me a minute to think. any prompts?”

“you’re too slow, i can’t wait anymore.” he hissed, and you heard the pen cap fall on the ground. you snorted loudly, ignoring how your arm suddenly felt a little numb.

“well, you certainly had no problem waiting years.” you muttered humorously. however, there was no remark from sakusa and you finally forced your eyes open when you noticed how quiet it was, your gaze falling on a wide-eyed sakusa, lips parted in disbelief. and to your disbelief, his gaze wasn’t on his arm, it was on yours, where there was suddenly a neatly scribbled sentence.

would you give me a chance if i asked?

it was silent for a few seconds as both of you stared blankly at your arm before you managed to swallow harshly, lifting your gaze up. once your eyes met, you couldn’t help but crack a wide grin. “well, are you going to kiss me or do i have to wait a few more years?”

your laugh echoed through the room when sakusa nearly leapt over to reach you, his lips silencing the noise as he held you desperately like you were to disappear, and every moment before his touch suddenly felt as miserable as bokuto had described it.

‘i have no idea how i was alive without this either, bokuto.’

𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙈𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎, 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔

" he got me good, got me so damn good!♡

featuring ー regis adri floyen

summary ー in which regis loves and adores you so much, but what he loves, even more, is fucking you dumb on his big dick and filling you with him over and over.

warnings ー sex addicted! regis, multiple rounds, regis be packin', size kink, praise kink, overstimulation, cumming inside, lots of kissing, love-making & belly bulge.

lati ー y'all know i'm starting to get back into manhwa, and also bc i'm fuckin' thirsty as shit and regis is hot so uhh,, enjoy me going feral over a dilf lmao,,

ー PRAISE KINK !

regis' breath becomes heavier and hotter as your hot white-stained insides squeeze and suck him in even further, your back arching forward as he drives himself deeper inside of you.

you drive him crazyーhe loves you so much that it borders on the lines of unhealthy, but regis simply can't bring himself to care. he can only focus on the way that your body hotly envelops and accepts his own as if you were made for him and him alone. ah, the thought sends his heart racing, and those emotions and his pleasure blend to a climax.

" ( name )..i love you..love you..i love youー!" not enough, it's not enough for regis, he simply wants more of you, more until he can no longer tell where you begin and he ends.

" so happy, 'm so happy, you make me so happy ( name ).." he hisses and moans, the overwhelming love for you in his heart pouring out like a broken dam. " i loveーuummhーyou..'m so happy i met you.."

" ..i love you too regisー!" your words are cut off as he pushes and drives himself deeper into you over and over, repeating the same pace as if it's the only thing his body can even remember.

regis knows that he's not the best with words, he can't even tell you the depths of his love and how much praise he truly wishes to give you. it hurts him to not have any bit of ability to praise you in ways that he knows you deserveーyou've done so much for him, made him so so happy, and yet here he is, fumbling with his words. and all while the two of you are so intimately connected.

but at the very least, he can show you how much his body craves yours as well, wanting to feel your skin against his like a drunkard with alcohol.

" again...again, let's go again..i need you again.." yes, regis needs you as if you're an intoxicating and addictive drug, tempting more and more. and like helpless prey, he only falls harder, sinking into you and fucking you through the exhaustion, even if he can't possibly cum inside you anymore.

he wants to drown in you.

ー LOVE-MAKING !

" so pretty, so good.." regis keeps his hands tightly intertwined with yours, squeezing and gripping with such intensity that his body might meld with yours if he keeps this up. " i love you so much ( name )..'m so happy..♡" being embraced like this feels so good, it might really drive you crazy..

" s..stop..'s embarassing..!" god, the way his baritone and smooth voice whispers and babbles out endless love and praise for you and you alone has your heart going into overdrive. but it was seriously embarrassing, too much for you to handle. you couldn't really take compliments very well.

" sorry my love, it's justー" his lips dance across your skin, sucking and kissing at the firmness of your shoulder. " ーi'm so happy. i think i might burst from happiness.." another gentle push of his hips and you shakily moan in response. you want to let go of his hand so you can wrap both of your arms around his broad shoulders, to hold onto him and squeeze him tighter against your body until the two of you become one.

" so pretty, so beautiful.." regis pulls his head until his wavering blue eyes meet yours, so much love and adoration in those ocean eyes. his once pale cheeks are now flushed a deep dusty red, his skin dripping with sweat from the heat that overtakes his entirety.

he oozes a swirling mix of love and lust, wanting to cherish your bare body with everything he has to offer but wanting to fuck you through this haze until he can't spill himself inside anymore.

" how'd i ever get this lucky?" regis rolls his hips into you and your entire body shudders as his huge shaft rubs and pulses inside your hot insides. but his eyes never leave yours, gazing so deep into yours that a part of you is scared that he might be staring straight into your very being. " i wish we could do this forever my dear.."

it feels good, it feels so good, and regis loves you so much, enough to always crave you in such a perverse manner. but you don't care, you love the pleasure so much and wish it could never end. you want regis to love you and fuck you forever, drown you in pleasure and those adoring words until it was all you could think about.

" ..may i kiss you..?" his breath fans across your face, hot as a desert wind, but you don't even care. he's probably already on the verge of just kissing you suddenly, but he still has some sense in that thick head of his.

you decide to give him a responseーweakly pushing your head up and melding your swollen and plush lips against his own, and you moan as his taste melts into your mouth.

it all becomes an overwhelming haze.

ー MULTIPLE ROUNDS !

regis think he might really burst open.

he'd been fucking you endlessly for so long, so much time had passed since he'd sat you on his lap and kept your body pressed against his toned and battle scar-riddled body. just the feel of you so intimately close to his own has his mind drowning further in its lust and love for you.

" ーgis..can't..'m gonna breakー!"

" it's okay darling..one moreーghhnnーjust one more..!" hissing, regis squeezes his arms tighter around you, causing you to squeak in reaction and quickly tapping the back of his neck. he grunts, but quickly loosens his hold on you, if only by a bit.

creamy white coats your inner thighs, sticky and slick like honey, and regis feels the burning itch to scoop it back inside with his fingers but swallows down those urges. he'd done it so many times, so many times he'd pull orgasm after orgasm from your body, and you'd let him, moaning his name like perfect incarnate.

he knows he shouldn't keep fucking you for this longーhe has duties to attend to and a duchy to attend to, but all of those worries fade away as soon as he's sheathed inside of you and fucking you like some kind of sex-crazed maniac. but he can't help itーnot now nor ever. if it were up to regis, he'd keep his cock sheathed inside and continue fucking you over and over.

it's a shame that regis can't really see your face in this position, with you sitting on his lap whilst he pounds up into you, but your mouth is ever so perfectly close enough to his ear, and he can hear just how good you're feeling too.

" too much..'s too much..rーregis..iーi can'tーnnghhii!" he feels guilty for pushing you over the edge and beyond for so long, but a small part of the swordmaster wants to keep going, to keep you dazed on pleasure until you're just as drunk on pleasure as he is. " ーeird..my body's feels weird! r..egis..wーwait..!"

regis hisses when you grind back down into him in reflex as another orgasm assaults and builds up in your body. him too, he's so close so quickly, and he wants to burst at the same time as you, as strange as it sounds. you hadn't minded before, so he can share this feeling with you at the very leastー!

" 's okay darling..just one more, i promiseーuugkkh! j..ust one moreー!♡" again and again, regis wants to cum with you over and over, even if it drives him insane. he doesn't want to let you go, not now or over, now so sweetly close and connected with you.

" it's okay sweetheart..you're doing so well..just one more..♡" he murmurs sweetly against your sweaty skin, and with a few ruts of his hips, he spills and releases inside you once more.

ー SIZE KINK !

" too big, iーit's too big..'s no more roomー!" sobbing, you toss your head back into the bed as regis finally bottoms out, the entirety of his huge shaft snugly stuffed all the way inside your wrenched open hole. it was too big, seriously, you were gonna die..!

" rーregis..you're too big..! 'm gonna really dieー!" no matter how much you dig the base of your feet into the bed, it does little to shake the overwhelming feelings that assault your body, and you just helplessly moan as regis silently watches the little struggle.

" shh, it's okay my dear, it's okay." soothingly, regis squeezes and rubs at your waist, his fingers and palms sending electric sparks throughout your belly with each stroke. " you're doing so well for me. i'm so proud of you..♡" he begins to pump into your hole, your walls fluttering and tightening around him as your hips meet and leave each other.

sucking in a shaky breath, you just squeeze your thighs around his waist as he shallowly thrusts into you, barely rubbing and grazing any of your sweet spots.

" deep breaths sweetheart, deep breaths, you're doing so well for me." regis murmurs oh so sweetly, still keeping the same slow pace as he lovingly gazes down at you like a precious treasure.

god, how was he even this big..?! he was absolutely massive and yet he'd been so oblivious to it, being so surprised when you'd started sobbing as soon as just the tip was buried inside your walls. but he was still sweetly comforting you, whispering out words of encouragement and love.

" ..i'm all the way in here.." extending his thumb, regis begins to press down and rub at your belly, and when you glance down, you understand why. a small bulge that prods up and raises your belly up just ever so slightly. oーoh..

" amazing..i'm barely even fitting in.." his big hands squeeze your waist as his pace begins to pick up, not letting you escape from his grasp and keeping his huge dick all stuffed inside.

ー CUMMING INSIDE !

" so much...'s so much regis.." you choke back hiccups as the feeling of his thick heavy cum fills up your belly and his once sloppily rapid pace becomes a much slower one. your stomach feels full, and regis' big cock isn't helping one bit, only further pushing the thick globs deeper inside.

" ahーapologies my dear.." regis was getting addicted to pleasure, pushing your knees all the way back to your chest, his cum now beginning to swell up and spill out from the confines of your hole. he was so so big, and his balls were so heavy, having smacked against your skin each time he'd driven himself inside. " it just felt..really good.."

" iーit's okay, you haven't done this in a while." shakily moaning, you glance up at him through dewy eyes and weakly attempt to push your hips back against him but to little avail. it doesn't go unnoticed by regis, however, and he softly chuckles at the cute attempt.

" ah, i'm sorry, did you want more?" it isn't even a teasing questionーhe's genuinely asking, waiting for your response even if it were to be shaky and weak.

" yーyes..pleashe.." he warmly smiles down at you, silver locks sticking to his sweaty forehead and giving him an unkempt appearance, but fuck, he looks so hot like this. you've got the regis floyen right here, his big hands pushing your legs to your chest as he fucks his cum deep into your greedy little hole. it's an accomplishment in itself.

and he starts moving languidly, rolling his hips back and forth into yours and shaky moans leave your mouth with nothing stopping themーlike broken floodgate letting loose torrents of water.

" rーregis.." he hums in response, lifting his head as his silver locks drape and hang like icicles in a bitter winter. and those crystalline blue eyes peer down with so much love, so many sweet emotions that could give one a toothache. " ..pーplease..cum inside more...pleashe..fill me upー!♡"

" i.." he falters, your words clearly having such weight to him and starting another fire in his loins. " aーas you wish..my dearー!♡"

you remain beneath regis with his cum nestled deep inside, his big hands gripping and pushing your legs back as he drowns your mind and body in endless pleasure.

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