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i'm becoming obsessed
Sexy F*cking Nerd
Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Summary: When Dean discovers a little secret of (Y/n)'s during a case research session he can't help but let temptation get the best of him.
Warnings: Language, Smut, Fingering, PinV, Oral (M receiving), slight angst if you squint, Dean having a glasses kink (not really a warning but not everyone wears them hahaha lucky bastards)
MDNI! 18+
Word Count: 5688
A/N: It's taken a little while but here is the second competition winner from a few weeks back, the prompt provided by the wonderful @foxyjwls007 - I hope you like it!
The motel room was stuffy to say the least - that usual aroma of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener lingering around us. There was a dripping sound coming from God knows where and the AC hummed in between the concerning clinking from deep within the vents. It was crap. So crap. But it was home for a few nights; just like all the motel rooms that came before. Dean stepped past me and over the threshold, immediately slinging his duffle and jacket onto his chosen bed. He stretched his arms above his head, the grey Henley clutching his muscular abdomen and rising enough to flaunt what lay beneath. I sighed, following him in and slumping onto the bed beside his - the musty stench from the sheets enveloping me.
âWellâŠâ Dean started, pulling Sam's laptop out of his bag and placing it on the small table by the window.
âWellâŠ?â My voice echoed as I focused on the ceiling fan that spun off centre.
â...This is⊠nice?â His statement was more of a question as he looked around with raised eyebrows. I propped myself up on my elbows, flashing him a look of speculation.
âSeriously?â A moment passed before he huffed a long-held breath and slapped his large palms on his thighs.
âNo of course not, this place sucks more dick than a hooker on payday.â
âYou got that right,â I flopped back down onto the bed, a small dust cloud erupting under my weight. I closed my eyes and listened as Dean pulled a chair out from under the table, slumping down into it. Then there was the familiar click of the laptop opening followed by the sound of stuttered not-quite-touch-typing, presumably he was starting work on the case that weâd come here to investigate. The tap tap tap of whatever was leaking began to drill into my brain, my patience already wearing thin with the rooms dire ambiance. I pulled myself up to sitting, criss-crossing my legs on the bed and brushing whatever that dust from the bedding was off my sweater sleeves.
âWhen's Sam back?â I asked, watching as Dean searched the keyboard in front of him for some long lost letter.
âUuuh, I'm not sure. He said to work this case without him.â
âUgghhh, I bet he's having way more fun than us right now, it's not fair,â I plopped my chin into my palm and stared past the older Winchester out the window, almost willing Sam to appear and walk in like any other day.
âIt's just some dumb wedding, I doubt he's having that much fun.â
I scoffed before I could stop myself, Dean breaking eye contact with the screen to throw me a raised eyebrow.
âLook,â I collected myself, âyou didn't know Sam in college. He won't admit it but he was popular. Really popular. Not the total nerd you think he is. He's absolutely having fun with these people.â
âYeah right. So who's at this wedding anyway? Why was it so important that he just had to be there?â
I rolled my eyes, knowing full well Sam had already told him all the details. Typical Dean.
âIt's for a couple of friends who he and Jess were close with back then. Pretty sure the bride was prom queen in highschool or something and the groom was a trust fund jock. Either way, not my crowd,â I sighed slightly, memories from my college days flooding my mind.
Deans eyebrows twitched into a small frown, his thoughts seeming to cloud his vision for a second before he reluctantly dismissed them. I looked down into my lap for a moment, reminiscing how I always kept my distance from Sam whilst at Stanford, but he had always been that boy that would make my heart flutter when he spoke up in class or when I'd see him on the quad with his friends. I remember seeing him with his nose in a book once at my usual desk in the library, my cheeks burning when he caught me staring. Who would've thought several years down the line I'd be sat in a bottom-rung motel room with his obscenely good looking older brother researching monster lore. At least we would be researching monster lore, if it wasn't for the small growl my empty stomach had gurgled out. I couldn't stop the small pulse of embarrassment burning into my cheeks as Dean eyed me with a grin.
âWanna get some lunch?â He asked, standing up like he already knew my answer.
âFuck yes. I'm feeling burgers,â I shuffled to the edge of the bed and stood up, watching as Dean shrugged on his leather jacket and headed to the door, holding it open for me.
âNow you're speaking my language.â
*
The diner was almost as sad and withered as the motel room, however the food was nothing short of spectacular. I watched in awe as Dean polished off his second burger, a small glob of sauce sticking to his stubble and threatening to drip off his chin. He must've felt me watching in wonder - or perhaps disgust - as when he looked up from his plate he shot me a questioning glance.
âWhat?â His tone was a little defensive through the mouthful of fries he'd just shovelled in. I took a second before asking, half-genuine:
âWhere do you put all of that?â
âPut what?â
âThe food - where does it go? Do you have hollow legs? Two stomachs? Does it just evaporate as soon as you swallow it?â
He grinned, wiping the sauce from his face with a napkin.
âGoes straight to the abs baby. It's muscle fuel,â he leant back in his chair, stretching a little before patting his stomach to punctuate his statement. I simply rolled my eyes.
âYeah right, you're not that muscly Dean.â
âHow would you know? You've never seen me with my shirt off.â
âI know, and I plan to keep it that way.â
He feigned a pout before returning to his fries. We ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, my mind absently going back to all the lore we should be trying to gather. I gripped my milkshake that had so generously been served in a thin paper cup, attempting to suck the practically solid beverage up the equally thin paper straw. Finding the nearest library would be the next task on our to-do list, despite the protesting I know I'll get from Dean.
âHey, (Y/n)?â My train of thought was derailed at the sound of my name. The slurping of over-thickened milkshake from myself ceased.
âWhat's up?â
âWhat were you like in college?â
I eyed him with caution, wondering what part of his brain was in control right now.
âWhat do you wanna know?â
Catching the wariness to divulge him to such information, he smiled slightly, shrugging his shoulders.
âI'm not asking to be weird, I just-â he paused, choosing his next words tactfully, âthe way you described Sam as being a totally different person - some hot-shot with the perfect grades, popular friends and a girlfriend like Jess - it just got me thinking. How would Sam have described you?â
I almost spat my dairy-goop back into the straw, my brain freezing.
âDean,â I started before planning what I was going to say, placing my cup on the table. âSam wouldn't be able to describe me.â
My words brought a small smirk to his lips.
âYou were that hot, huh?â
âWhat the fuck- no- I wasn't- he didn't- Sam never- â I stopped myself before I had an aneurysm and took a deep breath.
âI was in a totally different crowd to Sam. He was always surrounded by people and, well, I barely even had a crowd.â
âLone wolf?â
âBingo. But definitely not the cool, collected, stoic type. Think more, invisible to the public eye, always carrying books, and borderline selective mute because of how shy I was.â
âOh⊠what changed?,â Deans tone changed entirely, genuine intrigue seeming to take the wheel. I couldn't help but laugh slightly, remembering my method to forcing myself out of my bubble.
âThe only job I could get was in a bar. No one else wanted the hours and I desperately needed cash. I didn't really have a choice after that,â I paused, remembering how terrified I was on my first day and grinned slightly, grateful for the extra confidence I had now because I took that leap.
âHey, what sort of crowd do you think I would've been in?â
I snorted, looking up into his expectant eyes - almost captivated by the glistening greens.
âWhat am I? A BuzzFeed quiz? I have no idea Dean, you're too much of a wildcard to predict. You probably would've fit in with anyone and everyone.â
âEven you?â
For reasons unbeknownst to even myself, my breath caught in my throat. The sudden soft sincerity of his voice contradicting his usual temperament, my heart starting to flutter in my chest. If the college version of myself had met Dean back then I just know I would have been enthralled at first glance.
âI don't think you would've noticed me. You would've been surrounded by every tall, thin blonde and brunette with perfect tits. Trust me, you would've been distracted,â I smiled an almost sad smile at the thought of him simply being on university grounds and having the time of his life - knowing it was something that he was never going to get the chance to experience in this upside down life of his. Of ours. He tapped his fingers on the table for a second, likely lost in some ludicrous thought I don't think I'd want to be privy to. I attempted another slurp of my milkshake when the paper straw gave out and flopped in half, the need to leave conversation and the diner suddenly looming over me.
âCome on, let's get to the library before it closes,â I stood and pulled my oversized sweater down so it covered my ass before reaching for my backpack. Just as my fingers touched the worn fabric of the strap it was torn away, my head snapping up to Dean who flung it over one shoulder with his signature grin on his face.
âLead the way nerd.â
I couldn't help but beam at his playfulness. I hated the fact that he made it so easy to adore him. Hated that he completely overlooked how I was his total opposite in almost every way. How when we were talking, his eyes never left mine - how he was genuinely interested in what I was like in the past. And how, when I had his attention, he didn't even notice that the hot waitress had written her number on a napkin and left it next to him.
*
The trip to the library was about as eventful as it sounded. After checking out multiple books on cursed items, local lore and popular antiques from the seventies, we loaded ourselves back into the impala, made an all-important beer run before heading back to the motel.
The small table by the window was now totally smothered by a blanket of books, maps and empty beer bottles. Deans chin rested in his palms as he stared blankly at the screen in front of him, and I must've read the last sentence of the paragraph laid before me a dozen times without it even sinking in. The obnoxious dripping and humming of ancient appliances was starting to make me feel restless.
âIt has to be the boots,â Dean groaned, draining the last of his beer.
âEither the boots or the disco ball. But my money is on boots as well,â I sighed, pushing the book away from me and standing slowly, gathering the quickly accumulating litter now scattered around us.
âI'm gonna make some coffee, my brain is fried over how fucking ridiculous this case is,â I ditched the trash in the bin before filling the coffee machine, listening to it whir to life whilst I headed to my bed. I could feel Deans gaze on my back as I rummaged around my bag in search of a specific item.
âWhat are you looking fo-â he'd started to ask the question but his voice died in his throat when I turned around. I quickly pushed my newly adorned glasses up the bridge of my nose, already feeling the oversized frame start to slip down as I tried not to make a big deal over them.
âWhat?â My tone was a fraction off aggressive when I realised he was staring. He seemed to snap out of his daze, quickly rubbing the back of his neck and turning back to the laptop screen. He cleared his throat
âI uh, I didn't know you wore glasses,â I could tell from the slight tremble in his voice that his mind was reeling.
âIs there a problem with that?â
âNo! I mean, no, absolutely not. They look good. The glasses, I mean. The glasses look good. Not on their own, obviously. On your face. They look good on your face. You have a great fa-â
âDean?â
âYeah?â
âShut up.â
âSorry.â
I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and set it on the counter, filling it to the brim with caffeinated goodness. I couldn't stop the grin spreading across my lips at Deans fumbling, almost finding the whole ordeal a little charming. I sat back down at the table and pulled the books back towards me, also grabbing my pen and tattered notebook.
âThe guests at the club mentioned hearing footsteps - so it has to be the boots, right? A disco ball wouldn't make that soundâŠâ my voice trailed off when I realised that, even though Dean was looking at me, he wasn't listening to a word I was saying.
âEarth to Dean?â
He flinched slightly at his name, but felt no shame delving in with a completely off-topic question.
âSo how long have you worn glasses?â
âIâve always worn them,â I slid back into my chair at the table opposite him, not sure whether to laugh at the shocked expression on his face or whether to be concerned about his observation skills.
âWhat?! No way, I wouldâve noticed,â He opened another beer and took a sip before tracing the opening to the bottle over his bottom lip.
â I only wear them for concentration work, and I have emergency contact lenses if I know Iâm going to be around a lot of people as I donât particularly like how they look.â
Dean made a small disagreeable expression before averting his gaze from mine back to the laptop, taking another swig of his beer. I placed my coffee mug down and settled back into the book I was reading before, and after a few moments I could feel my skin begin to prickle - as though I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I glanced up, my breath immediately catching in my throat. Deans eyes found mine, burning with an intensity that made my heart hammer in my chest. I didnât want to look away, but under his gaze I felt like Iâd been stripped bare, unable to hide my insecurities from an eye that seemed to scorch through to my very core.
âDean-â
â(Y/n), you should really have more confidence in yourself; I think the glasses look cute as fuck. You should wear them more,â a fierce blush erupted across my face when he spoke, his assured tone leaving no room for disagreement. I tried desperately not to let on that his words held any sort of impact over my decisions so I looked down, away from his scrutiny and simply said:
âMaybe I will.â
He hummed in approval, finally looking elsewhere and I couldnât stop myself from breathing a sigh of relief when the pressure of his stare was averted.
The evening dragged on and an hour and a half had passed since his loaded comment. I was on the third book weâd checked out of the library, now trying desperately to find the curse that would cause a pair of 1970s glam rock boots to dance for eternity and haunt anyone who tried to wear them. This case was absurd, and I could feel myself growing restless with the small amount of progress weâd made. I huffed out a sigh and leant back in my chair, the faux leather and rusted metal creaking under my weight. Pulling the hair bobble from around my wrist I scooped my hair into a bundle on the top of my head, securing it in place; the sensation of air on my neck seemed to clear some of the fog from my brain. The messy bun was comfortably enough that I could forget it was there, and I allowed myself a stretch before leaning back over the table, grasping my pen. As I began to read the next segment, I absently traced the end of the pen over my bottom lip, running it back and forth a few times before gently nibbling on the end. I heard the shuffling of Dean moving in his seat and a ragged clearing of his throat before the sound of vigorous laptop keys clicking ensued. Without looking up at him I continued reading, the pen still tapping my bottom lip, and when I neared the bottom of the paragraph, I slowly licked the pad of my index finger. My eyes never leaving the words, I turned the page swiftly with my dampened digit, the transition from one page to the next perfectly seamless. Another shuffle from the man opposite followed by a quiet groan filled the silence between us. Pen still between my teeth, I lifted only my eyes to glance at him and noted the dusting of pink across his cheeks and the furrow in his brow. Concluding that heâd had one too many beers I decided to ignore his persistent fidgeting, returning to my previous task on monotonous reading. Several sentences in and Iâd almost forgotten Deans restlessness - that was until I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, deep in thought, that I earned myself a throaty groan and an exasperated sigh. I looked up just in time to watch him wipe a large hand down his face, momentarily masking his pained expression.
âCan you not do that? I canât concentrate when you do that.â
âDo what?â Upon asking my question I absently took the pen between my teeth again, quickly glancing down at the book to place a mental bookmark.
âThat.â
âWhat?â
âThat. That thing you do with our mouth, and the pen, and your tongue and your finger. Can you please stop before it kills me.â
The heat beneath my skin was immediate at his admission, knowing my small, absent-minded actions were playing on his mind and making it hard for him to think straight. I instinctively crossed my legs, a fluttering in my lower belly instantly dragging my mind back to the deprived things Iâd imagined Dean doing to me in the depths of night. The places Iâd imagined his hands travelling, the areas his lips would touch and the sensations his tongue could create. These were deeply, deeply personal fantasies, and right now as Dean looked at me with a restrained hunger, I felt like I was wearing these fantasies for the world to see. For Dean to see.
âIt doesnât help that youâve been sat over there like a sexy fucking librarian all evening, but every time you do that anything with that mouth - shit, sweetheart youâre driving me insane.â His voice was gravelly as he looked at me with desperate eyes across the table. The overly rational part of my brain had shut down completely, and now the part of my mind that had spent hours conjuring vivid scenes of Dean Winchester ravishing me in my entirety had taken the charge. I stood slowly, taking a moment to reason with myself - unsuccessfully of course - before sinking to my knees in front of my chair. I could see Deans strong thighs were spread wide beneath the table so I crawled forwards, across the cold tiles and placed myself between his legs. Resting my palms softly on his thighs I made him flinch at the unexpected contact. He immediately scooted his chair back, allowing a gap for me to poke my head through - his hand instantly acting as a barrier between the edge of the table and my skull. I got comfortable and allowed myself a moment to gaze up at him, to take in the strained furrow in his brow and the parting of his lips. I observed the way his chest rose and fell in apprehensive breaths, and the way his free hand clenched into a fist on his thigh - like he was so desperate yet so scared to touch me.
â(Y/n)-â
âDean,â I spoke softly, slowly running my hands up his thighs - delicate palms against rough denim, âyouâre a smart boy - you know I wouldnât do something I didnât want to do. So please, donât say I donât have to do this.â
Dean released a shaky breath the moment my fingers unclasped his jeans. I tugged them down slightly with his help, just enough so I could dip my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around his half-hard length. The moment my skin touched his, his head lolled back and his eyes fluttered closed with a breathy moan on his lips.
âFuckâŠâ
I gently pulled him from his confines, coming face to face with the cock Iâd literally dreamt of again and again. I took the scene in, committing to memory the sharp outline of his jaw and the way his long lashes rested on his lightly-freckled cheeks. The way that, every time he breathed in, I could see his defined muscle tone through the thin fabric of his shirt; and with every small caress that my fingers made against his length, it made his fingers twitch and teeth clench. I licked my lips before leaning in and took his tip into my mouth, not giving him a chance to finish sucking in air through his teeth before I plunged his entire length down my throat.Â
âOh FUCK.â
His hands flew to my hair, fingers gripping tight as they loosened strands from the messy bun, causing them to fall around my face. Heâd lifted his head to look down at me, pupils blown as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked nothing more than enthralled. Infatuated. Entranced. I moved my head up and down, up and down, again and again to a steady rhythm, pressing my tongue to the underside of his now rock-hard cock to trace every vein and nerve-ending.
âShit, (Y/n), I didnât know you could suck cock, like, at all⊠howâre you sâfuckinâ goodâŠâ his voice was breathless as he continued to grip my hair, his head flopping to the side as pleasure started to overcome his senses. I released him with a small âpopâ, wrapping my fingers around him and smearing the warm mixture of saliva and precum from tip to base.
âDespite everything I told you earlier, Dean, Iâm not a virgin - and this certainly isnât my first rodeo,â my voice came out more sultry than Iâd expected and I could feel Dean tremble beneath my palms.
âFuck, I wish Iâd known that sooner,â I chewed on my bottom lip, quickly becoming addicted to the way he writhed at my touch. The way he moaned and gripped my hair tighter when I sucked him back into my mouth was like pure ecstasy, my insides heating up and throbbing with an ache of familiar arousal. Like a thirst that could only be satisfied by him. By tasting him, feeling him on my tongue and drinking in every sound that passed his plush parted lips. The sensation of my glasses slipping down my nose as I sped up my ministrations had me reaching to push them back up, but not before Dean beat me to it. With the rough pad of his thumb he pushed on the plastic bridge, his palm and fingers pressed to my flushed cheek in the most tender, almost heart wrenching caress. I thought my heart might stop when he tilted my face up to his; lustful eyes burning into mine with a vehemence Iâd never encountered. I stopped in my tracks, all actions ceased as the spell heâd somehow put me under wouldnât let me look away.Â
âIf you keep going like that darlinâ this whole thing is gonna be over before you know it,â his voice was raspy, a rawness to it from the harsh breaths and ragged moans that had been pulled from his throat. He slowly pulled his cock from my spit-slick lips and grasped it loosely, giving himself a few lazy pumps whilst his other hand never left my face. He stared down at me, taking a few moments as though he was committing the sight of me, knelt between his knees with flushed cheeks and swollen lips to memory. Once it seemed that memory was locked away in the depths of his mind, he grasped me by the arm and pulled me effortlessly into his lap, his fingers almost bruising against my skin. Immediately I felt him, in his entirety, press against me with the heat and wetness seeping through my jeans and past my panties. This time when our eyes met, there was a mutual desperation; a need to consume each other and to feel every inch of his heated skin against mine. He pulled me frantically down to him and crashed his lips against mine.Â
Some people describe their first kiss with someone like butterflies in their stomach, or fireworks exploding all around them. That wasnât at all what this was like. Kissing Dean Winchester was different - it was wild and untamed - and describing this experience in such a mundane way would be like adding water to a top-shelf whiskey. Kissing Dean Winchester was like driving the impala at one thirty with the roar of the engine drowning out the rest of the world. It was like trying to ride a wild mustang without a saddle, or daring to stand on the highest peak on Earth with nothing to tie you down. It was exhilarating in the most dangerous way imaginable - and I was now officially a thrill seeker.Â
The warm taste of the beer on his tongue and the masculine scent of old leather and cologne was pulling me under. Breathing no longer mattered as long as his mouth was on mine and his fingers were in my hair, now tugging the bobble out and throwing it to the floor. As my hair tumbled free he grabbed under my thighs and stood effortlessly, moving me from his lap to the edge of the table without his lips leaving mine. I winced slightly as the corners and several books and the laptop jabbed into my rear and I fumbled to move everything aside, failing when I refused to unlock our lips. Deans patience was non-existent and with one sweep of his strong arm everything tumbled to the floor - including the laptop. I threw the remaining books from underneath me down to join them, no longer caring for their wellbeing. Before I could pull Dean back in - to allow him to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me - he hastily pulled off my boots and tugged down my jeans, throwing every item to the growing pile of chaos beside us. I discarded my sweater and top, but before I let his fingers touch my bra I wanted nothing more than to return the favour.Â
âI guess you can forget about that whole ânever seeing me shirtlessâ thing, huh?â he smirked through the sexual fog, not waiting for a reply as his lips hungrily found mine again, his own top falling to the floor.Â
âShut up Winchester. Now are you gonna fuck me or wh- OH FUCK-â
Two thick fingers crept under my panties and plunged into me with zero hesitation, curling up and stroking the sensual cushion deep within my core with skillful precision.Â
âOh yeah? You want me to fuck you?â Even with my face now buried in the crook of his neck, I could hear the smirk in his voice, the tormenting tone going straight to my brain.
âY-yes- fuck- please,â my knees twitched either side of him, squeezing at his hips with every push of his fingers. I gripped his shoulders tight, nails indenting his skin as I leant back to look at him better. Seeing the beads of sweat on his chest and brow alongside the raw, carnal desire in his eyes could have undone me there and then. He frowned in disapproval when I moved to remove my glasses, the fingers that were just inside me now wrapped forcefully around my wrist.
âWhat dâya think youâre doing?â straight away I knew his growling question left no room for negotiation.
âI was just-â
âThe glasses stay on.â
âTo the end?â
ââTil I say you can take them off.â
I did as I was told, moving my hand to grip the soft strands on the back of his neck, softly dragging my nails over his scalp and drawing a shiver from his spine and a groan from his lungs. He pulled me against him, crushing his lips against mine one more time. He swiftly pulled away and I leant back on my hands, both of us taking a moment to drink each other in - to bask in lascivious glory. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and looked up at him through my lashes, the lenses of my glasses starting to fog around the edges. Another deep moan rumbled from his chest as his heated gaze stayed locked to mine.
âI canât wait any longer now that youâve looked at me like that. Fuck.â
With a large hand gripping the soft flesh of my thigh he pulled my underwear to one side and lined himself up, slowly sinking in. Blissful moans harmonised between us, the rawness of him stretching me was unlike anything Iâd ever experienced and my quivering thighs wrapped around him, pushing him to the hilt. He secured his large hands on the soft flesh of my hips and held me in place as he slowly withdrew. I could feel him; feel every ridge and vein drag out and then in, out and in, over my most sensitive, intimate, area. The slick sounds of our intimacy began to echo around the room as he picked up speed, strong thighs working at a feverish pace. With every thrust he pushed against that one spot that made my legs jerk and eyes water, my arms almost giving out underneath me as the table rattled beneath my weight. With the ferocity of his pounding and the heightened sensitivity heâd curated between my legs only moments before, we both knew that neither of us would last long. The sounds of his ragged breaths and throaty moans alone had me clenching around him already, and I know my constricting muscles already had his hips stuttering as I sucked him in with every thrust.
âFuck (Y/n)- Youâre so fuckinâ tight-â
I chewed on my bottom lip as his desperate eyes met mine.
âOh yeah? Well I feel like youâre cock is in my fucking ribcage- oh fuck-â
He slipped one hand between us, his large palm resting on my lower belly as his thumb drew fast circles around my clit. The immediate contact on my bundle of nerves had my whole body quivering, the knot of an impending climax already starting to twist tighter and tighter in the depths of my core. The way that Dean fucked me into the motel room table was something that I would be able to feel deep in my soul for the rest of my life - my body and entire nervous system having never been worked in such a feral way before. Dean dropped forward and crushed my body into his - one large strong arm wrapped around my trembling body and kept me pressed against him as his head dropped to the crook of my neck. Soft lips pressed hot kisses against my shoulder, teeth gently nibbling the soft flesh as the coil wound and wound, the wave of orgasmic bliss rising higher and higher as my mind emptied, leaving behind only one thought.
Dean.
He was all consuming - all I could see, taste and smell. All I could feel. Oh God could I feel him; driving me to the brink of pure bliss as he frantically sped up - desperate to seek his own undoing as well as my own. One⊠two⊠three more fervid thrusts and the peak heâd helped me ascend to shattered around me as I practically screamed his name, the white-hot euphoria scorching my insides as I clamped like a vice around him.Â
âOh shit- (Y/n) I canât- fuck-â
I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his mouth to mine as he came undone, spilling inside me as he worked through his own white-hot euphoria.Â
The kiss we shared evolved from hot and needy to soft and wanting - the sensation of hot cum running down the inside of my thigh and cooling against my skin being the only thing to pull me away. Dean continued to lean over me for a moment, looking down at me with an expression that told me he had so much he wanted to say. Instead, he looked down at his release now starting to pool on the floor beneath us, then to the books and laptop that had been thrown across the floor before turning back to face me with the most devilish grin on his face.
âYou know that this mess is all your fault, right?â
I scoffed.
âMy fault? How is it my fault?â
âBecause, sweetheartâŠâ he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and pushed lightly on the plastic bridge sitting on my nose.
âYou put on on those fucking glasses.â
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Too Many Beds
main masterlist | supernatural masterlistÂ
summary: you want nothing more than an excuse to sleep next to dean again
pairing: (pre-s1/s1) dean winchester x female reader
rating: R for language
word count: 2.1kÂ
warnings:Â none really, language, bed sharing, kissing, mutual pining, idiots in love, brief mention of the death of readerâs dad
timeline:Â starts slightly before season one, ends near the beginning of season one
authorâs note: a spin on the classic 'just one bed, what ever shall we do?' trope lol
Youâd known Dean all your life, practically. You met him when you were six and he was eight; two lonely little kids stuck with absent (job-driven) fathers and baby brothers you felt responsible for. Over the course of the last eighteen-or-so years you ran into the Winchesters during hunts enough that you considered them family.Â
When Sam left for college you were there for Dean and when you lost your dad in a hunting accident Dean was there for you. He actually stayed with you, not wanting you to hunt alone since your brother was off at college too.
So, for the last six months youâd been hunting with Dean (who hadnât spoken to Sam for over a year).
âOne room, two queens,â Dean said to the woman behind the counter, placing âhisâ credit card on the space between them before sliding it toward her.
âWeâre all booked up Iâm afraid,â she said.
âSeriously?â
âYeah, I was actually about to turn on the no vacancy sign.â
âThis is the third motel weâve been to,â you said, âevery one of them has been fullâyouâve gotta have something!â
âI mean, thereâs technically one room left but the heaterâs out and my boss said not to let anyone sleep there because of that.â
There was a silent pause; you and Dean shared a knowing look.
âWeâll pay in cash, your boss âll never know,â you told the woman. She smiled and nodded as you paid her with cash.Â
âRoom 209, my boss gets here at ten tomorrow morning so please leave before then.â She handed you the key and you nodded in thanks.
You had underestimated just how cold the room could be, but when you unlocked and opened the door you understood why the owner didnât want anyone staying here.
âSon of a bitch,â Dean mumbled, following you into the room and feeling the cold air. âWeâre gonna freeze our asses off in here!â he quickly closed the door behind him, hoping the icy air hadnât swept any snow into the room.
âItâs either this or we sleep in the Impala,â you shrugged, âand, no offense to your car, but itâs fuckinâ uncomfortable to sleep in.â
âAnd thereâs only one bed,â Dean sighed.
âIâm gonna take a quick shower,â you told him, ignoring his complaints.Â
**
âAre you shivering or crying?â Dean asked.
You rolled over so you could meet his stare; âShivering! Itâs fuckinâ cold in here!â
âYou wannaâŠcuddle up, maybe?â he asked hesitantly.
âExcuse me?â you laughed a little.
âLook, Iâm not thrilled about it either, but itâs cold in here and unless we both wanna catch fucking pneumonia we better be smart and share body heat.â
You sighed, weighing your options; âFine. But we never, and I mean never speak of this again, you hear me?â
âUnderstood.â He nodded.
You rolled back over as he scooted closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you into his chest.
âThis okay?â he asked quietly, his lips ghosting the back of your head.
âYeah,â you mumbled back. âThank you, Dean.â
**
You woke up to the sound of Dean snoring loudly. You were used to his snores, sure, but heâd never been this close. He was laying on his stomach and resting on your chest; his mouth open and his hair tickling your neck. Your first reaction was annoyance but then it quickly washed away as you realized you didnât want to move a muscle, so Dean could continue sleeping.Â
And the more you laid there, listening to his snores, the more you realized how comfortable you wereâŠeven in such a physically uncomfortable situation.Â
As the time passed and the sun began to rise, you cursed the light that was slowly but surely peeking through the curtain and onto Deanâs face.Â
âMorning,â he mumbled to you as he lifted his head up. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand before wiping his mouth. âSorry,â he chuckled, noticing the small spot on your gray sweater dampened with his drool.
âItâs okay,â you mumbled back. âI think itâs your sweater anyway.â
âI thought it looked familiar.â
He rolled off of you and out of bed.Â
You watched as he padded across the dirty carpet and over to the small kitchen. He turned on the coffee maker and the loud, off putting grinding noise made his face scrunch before he quickly shut off the (definitely broken) machine.
âSo much for coffee,â he grumbled. âYou gonna sit there all morning or you wanna get outta here? Weâve got a long drive ahead of us.â
âIâm getting up,â you replied. You would usually be annoyed at him for rushing you to wake up, but this time the annoyance wasâŠdifferent. Something about his bedhead, the way his lips were pouting over the lack of caffeine, and how he looked in his brown Henley and baggy sweats just made you wanna hold him again. All you wanted was to pull him back into bed with you and hold him in your arms forever.
**
You were beyond frustrated at this point. How many stupid fucking hotels had to have vacant rooms with two beds and a functional heating system!?Â
It had been nearly six months since you and Dean shared a bed and you had been looking for an excuse to sleep next to him ever since.Â
But the last couple weeks had been differentâSammy was back. Yes, you loved Sam like a brother, but you missed getting to be alone with Dean. You missed sitting shotgun in the Impala and watching him drive.
Sam definitely noticed the way you looked at Dean, but the younger Winchester didnât say a word. Without being too obvious about it, he tried to do little things that would let you be close to his brother. Heâd sit in a certain chair or part of the couch so that you and Dean had no choice but to sit together. Or heâd make some lame excuse so that he got his own room while you and Dean had to share. âI need to do some more research and I need the light, why donât you two just sleep in the other room?â for example.Â
**
âTwo rooms, please,â Dean said, reaching into his coat pocket for his wallet.
âUnfortunately weâve only got one room left,â the cashier replied.Â
You almost couldnât believe your ears, fucking finally!
âOh, thatâs too bad,â you faked your best frustrated look, of course Sam saw right through that.
âWell, I am not sharing with either or you,â he said with a teasing smile.Â
âThereâs actually a pullout couch in that room, as luck would have it,â the cashier informed the three of you.Â
God fucking damn it, you thought to yourself.
**
It was barely after two when you felt the bed behind you dip, and you shook yourself awake.Â
âThe hell?â you asked, still half asleep.
âThe pullout couch isnât working,â Dean mumbled quietly. âYou mind sharing with me?â
You smiled a little and scooted closer into his arms, indicating you were okay with him sleeping next to you.
âOf course I donât mind sharing with you,â you whispered and his grip tightened.
**
âIâm gonna go get breakfast,â Sam announced. âIâm assuming you want your usual?â
Dean put his right pointer finger to his lips and furrowed his brows angrily. He gestured to you as you slept and Sam got the message.Â
âUsual is good,â Dean whispered before Sam left.
Dean stayed laying perfectly still as you slept on his chest, soft snores escaping your lips and to Dean they were the sweetest sound.Â
As you stirred awake slowly, he rubbed your back a little.
âMorning,â you mumbled, a small smile on your lips. âWhereâs Sam?â
âHe went to grab breakfast,â Dean told you.Â
You furrowed your brows as you sat up, looked across the room, and realized something; âThe pullout bed looks fine? I thought you said it wasnât working?â You turned back to Dean, who had a sheepish grin growing on his lips.
âSoâŠmaybe Iâve just been looking for an excuse to sleep next to you again. Like we did back in that motel when the heat was out.â
âReally?â You attempted to hide the smile trying to find its way onto your face.Â
âWhen we were checking in last night I noticed how your face lit up when they said there was only one room left,â Dean admitted. âAnd I saw that disappointed look you made when they said there was a pullout couch. So, am I wrong, or have you been wanting an excuse too?â
âI really liked sleeping next to you that night,â you said, avoiding eye contact. âAnd youâre right, I have been hoping for another âoh no just one bed, guess weâll have to shareâ situation butâŠâ
âBut what?â Dean asked when you trailed off. You looked down at him.Â
âDean, you and Sam have been like my brothers for as long as I can remember. I mean, Bobby practically raised all three of us and my actual brother as siblings! Your dad and my dad knew each other basically forever and I guessâŠI guess I figured our lives are too entangled for anything to ever actually happen between us. Weâre family.â
âChosen family, Y/n.â Dean smiled softly. âDoesnât mean you have to be my chosen sister, you could be my chosenâŠyou knowâŠâÂ
You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his full lips.Â
âThat,â Dean finished his previous statement.Â
âLetâs just keep this between us for now, okay?â you suggested. âIf Sam finds out, then your dad will find out, and heâll immediately tell my brother, then before we know it Bobbyââ
âI get the picture, sweetheart,â Dean chuckled before kissing you again. He put his hands on your cheeks as he sat up. He pulled you onto his lap, your legs now straddling his hips. His hands moved to your shoulders then trailed down to your lower back as yours went into his hair. You pulled away from him after a moment, huge smiles on both your faces.
You looked into his eyes, his truly beautiful eyes, and you bit your bottom lip ever so slightly. Your right hand rested on his left cheek, your thumb stroking his skin lovingly.Â
âYouâre awesome, Dean Winchester,â you whispered.Â
âYouâre fuckinâ incredible,â he replied before he kissed you again. âAnd gorgeous, too,â he added. âYou know how fuckinâ annoying itâs been, sleeping without you every night since that one time?â
âI do know, Dean, Iâve been just as annoyed about it.â
Dean kissed you one more time before he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, tucking his head into your neck. You wrapped your arms around him too, pressing your lips to his temple.
You pulled out of the hug so you could once again look at his face. Resting your forehead on his, you smiled before you kissed him again.Â
âBreakfast,â Sam called out as he opened the door, âis served!â
You and Dean froze for a split second before you hurried off of him.
âShit, Iâm sorry,â Sam said, âdid I interrupt you two?â
âWhat?â you scoffed. âOf course not!â
âInterrupt? Thereâs nothing to interrupt?â Dean added.
âOhâŠwow you two are fast,â Sam mumbled, shaking his head as he made his way to the kitchen before putting the food down. âWell, pancakes, eggs, and bacon from the continental breakfast.â He gestured to the food now on the table. âHope youâre hungry.â
As Sam sat down to eat, you looked at Dean anxiously. Say something you begged him with your eyes.
âSammy,â Dean started as he got out of bed, âwould you mind uhâŠnot telling dad? About me and Y/nâŠkissing just now? When we find him, I mean.â
âDadâs never really been invested in your love life, but heâs not an idiot,â Sam laughed.Â
âSoâŠyou are gonna tell him?â Dean furrowed his brows in frustration.
âDean, he knows you two are together, itâs not some big secret?â Sam replied, shoveling more food into his mouth. âDamn thatâs good.â
âOkay, just hold onâwhat?â Dean asked. âWhat do you mean dad knows? Thereâs been nothing to know since like four minutes ago?â
âWait,â Sam stopped eating and fully turned to face you and his brother, âare you trying to tell me this is the first time you two have kissed?â Sam furrowed his brows deeply as you and Dean both nodded. âSoâŠnever in high school?â You shook your heads again. âThat prom we crashed?â
âSam you were there the whole time? When would we have kissed?â you asked.
âHuh,â Sam let out a laugh. âI genuinely thought you two had been a thing since like⊠â98.â
âWhat!?â you and Dean exclaimed in unison.
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ÖŽđâ A HUNTER'S REMEDY.
à©à§ . . . dean winchester x female!reader.
ᯠtrapped in a motel with dean, you find unexpected relief from restlessness through helpful distractions.
warning(s) smutâfriends with benefitsâs1 deanâthigh ridingâstrong language. đŒ i swear i have BAD dean brainrot. he just won't leave my head no matter what i do. gonna watch supernatural tonight for spooktober<3
you sat across from dean at the rickety motel table, your eyes occasionally flicking between the worn pages of john's journal and dean's focused expression. it had been hours since sam left for the library, promising to return with more information about the case, and the sun had long since dipped below the horizon.
your leg bounced restlessly under the table, a nervous habit you'd developed over years of hunting. the original plan had been to hit the local barâa much-needed break from the constant research and huntingâbut sam's extended absence had relegated you and dean to more case work.
"would you cut that out?" dean's gruff voice broke through the silence, his green eyes fixed on your fidgeting form. "you're making the whole table shake."
you mumbled an apology, trying to still your movements, but the restless energy continued to course through your body. your relationship with dean was... complicated. best friends who occasionally crossed lines that friends shouldn't, but neither of you ever complained about it. it worked for you both, somehow.
"i can't help it," you whined softly, shifting in your chair again. "we've been sitting here forever."
dean watched you for a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his lips â a gesture that shouldn't have affected you as much as it did. "come here," he ordered, his voice dropping an octave lower.
you hesitated, knowing exactly what that tone meant. "dean..."
"now," he demanded, pushing his chair back slightly from the table. "you clearly need help focusing, and i know exactly what'll help."
heat pooled in your lower belly as you stood, making your way around the table to where he sat. dean's hands found your hips instantly, guiding you to straddle his right thigh. you could feel the heat of his skin through your thin black leggings as they pressed against the rough denim of his jeans.
"there you go," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "now be a good girl and help yourself while i work. maybe this'll help with that restless energy of yours."
your breath hitched as he pulled sam's laptop closer, acting as if he hadn't just given you permission to get yourself off on his thigh. his free hand remained on your hip, encouraging you to move.
slowly, you began to rock against him, the friction of your leggings against his jeans creating the perfect pressure. dean continued scrolling through newspaper articles, but you could feel the tension in his body, the way his thigh flexed beneath you every so often.
"that's it," he praised quietly, his eyes still fixed on the screen. "just like that, sweetheart."
your movements became more desperate as the pleasure built, your hands gripping his shoulders for leverage. the material of his flannel bunched under your fingers as you ground down harder, the thin fabric of your leggings doing nothing to dull the sensation.
dean's grip on your hip tightened, guiding your movements when they became erratic. "focus," he reminded you, though his voice had grown hoarse. "sam could be back any minute. wouldn't want him walking in on his brother's best friend getting off on his thigh, would we?"
the thought should have made you stop, but instead, it sent a thrill through you. you buried your face in dean's neck, muffling your whimpers against his skin as you chased your release.
"fuckâdean," you breathed, your hips moving faster.
"i've got you," he assured, finally looking away from the laptop to watch your face. "come on, baby. let go for me."
your orgasm washed over you suddenly, your body trembling as dean held you steady. his free hand stroked your back soothingly as you came down from your high, your breathing gradually returning to normal.
"better?" he asked, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.
you nodded, still too blissed out to form words. dean pressed a quick kiss to your temple before gently nudging you to stand on shaky legs.
"good. now maybe we can get some work done before sammy gets back."
you returned to your seat, noticing how dean adjusted himself in his jeans when he thought you weren't looking. the restless energy was gone, replaced by a pleasant buzz that made focusing on the journal's pages much easier.
when sam finally returned an hour later, arms laden with books and local newspaper clippings, neither you nor dean mentioned how you'd passed the time waiting for him. but every time your leg started bouncing again that night, dean's knowing look across the table made heat rush to your cheeks, and you couldn't help but wonder if you'd need another "study break" before the night was through.
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you have always wondered what kind of porn your roommate gojo satoru likes to get off to. you can hear him some nights, the walls are thin after all. no matter how hard he tries to swallow back the moans and pants, the sounds of his fist speedily stroking his cock are still audible enough â heâs quite intense to be honest. so, you wonder. pure curiosity and nothing more. you sneak into his room when heâs not at home and open his browser history. and what do you see⊠around the time he was jerking off last night it shows that he was scrolling through your instagram accountâŠ
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Who says Iâm sharing that bath with you?
female anatomy for reader (no use of y/n, gender-neutral pronouns)
nsfw, fluffy smut basically word count: 1900~ english is not my first language. if you spot any mistakes (especially grammatical), any typos/misspelled words, or if you have any advice for me in general: please let me know. reblogs and comments are highly appreciated.
art cr: @arcanescribbles
"Have some mercy on yourself," you mumble, wrapping an arm around his slender waist, and its thinness has you puzzled and somewhat concerned again. He doesn't hesitate. Allows you to place that weary head on his shoulder, to nuzzle into the crook of his neck â a pleasant relief in the guise of your heat, of rhythmic breath tickling his slimline skin.
"You can't work that much,â you remind him, trying to hide the evident worry behind a light-hearted chuckle.
âHave you ever heard of a proper greeting?â Viktor quirks an eyebrow, and his deft hand quickly grabs yours to do a thing that never fails to make your heart shrink: has you melting at the feeling of his dry, warm lips on your knuckles yet again.
âHug is a proper greeting,â you protest with a slightly offended scoff, burying your nose into the gorgeous mess of his hair â all unkempt strands and a sturdy scent of something pleasant, yet not exactly definable.
âNot when it comes with scolding,â Viktor releases your hand, the touch of his lips lingering on your skin, and he turns around, forcing you to break the embrace for a second â which you do reluctantly. But now you get to face him, and it certainly feels like a much bigger win.
A win and another reason to give him a lecture. Viktor initiates eye contact, runs a hand along the perfect curve of your hips, hoping that his gentle touch is a good enough distraction from his terribly deep eye-bags â so treacherously confirming your concerns about his sleep schedule (or the lack of such, to be precise).
"You've gotten thinner," you state with a sad frown, looking Viktor up and down. "And you need a nap," you continue, tangling two fingers into his hair. "And a bath.â
âIâve missed you terribly, and thatâs the first thing you mention when I finally have you in my arms?â Viktor cooes, staring at you with a guilty smile â your love-sick genius, always exhausted yet so unexplainably handsome in his own special way.
You scoff again, wrapping your arms around his neck and gently pressing him against the desk â a small gesture of care that allows his body better support without the cane.
âHave you eaten today?â you carefully ask, watching his expression closely.
âMaybe,â he grudgingly answers, and his amber eyes are lancing right through you in the dull light of his lab â tired, attentive, pretty.
âI donât like that answer." Your voice is a sweet purr against his skin, and he winces as you slide a hand down his chest, fixing his vest for him.
âYouâre being incredibly annoying today,â he informs you, pressing a quick peck to your lips. A brief one, barely palpable, too fleeting to give you a proper taste. âPerhaps I should appease you.â
âIf you want to appease me, a kiss like that wonât do.â
âDemanding, are we?â He quirks an eyebrow, casually sitting down at his desk, squeezing your waist in a playful attempt to pull you onto his lap. But you donât move an inch. Not until he kisses you properly, at least.
He gets the hint. Gently grabs your chin, pressing your noses together â kissing the right way this time, deep and slow, with his tongue brushing your bottom lip before slipping into your open mouth â itâs almost lewd when that small motion steals a surprised moan out of you. A kiss of a hungry, fervently missing his lover man. Your man.
âBetter?â His question is rhetorical at this point. He knows he left you amazed and dizzy once again â your messy breath is giving it all away. But Viktor wouldnât be Viktor if he hadnât asked. The incorrigible tease at his best behavior.
âMuch better.â
You give him the reassurance heâs been seeking, adding the missing touch to this affectionate gesture by nuzzling into his embrace, and he hums, satisfied with the solace youâve brought him so easily with the mere power of your presence.
âSo⊠is my darling appeased now?â
âRelatively.â You laugh, and a self-assured smirk plasters smugly across his face. âIt wonât save you from having dinner with me tonight though.â
âIs that so? Well, I appreciate the effort, and the fact that you came here just to visit your sick, touch-starved man, but Iâm afraid I still have work to doââ
âIâm not here just to visit you,â you cut him off, as one of your hands slips off his neck straight to cup his sharp knee. âIâm here to collect you. Iâm stealing you home with me.â
âOh no.â He cracks an exaggeratedly offended expression, but judging from the still present on his face grin â heâs actually rather pleased with your intentions. âBeing abducted definitely doesnât sound appealing to me at all.â
âThatâs right.â You nod, nudging him softly. âIâll even hold you hostage if thatâs what it takes to bathe you and get you into bed.â
âBut what a horrific torture!â he pulls away, slamming a hand against his chest with a low giggle â it lands on his sternum with a muffled slap, right where his thudding heart is. âHow ever will I survive that?â
âI believe your fate is inevitable, so you better just accept it.â
âHow unfortunate,â he murmurs, pulling you closer, and you gasp, allowing him to lay his cheek against your chest. âCanât wait to end up in that bath with you,â he whispers, and you hitch in breath, your shaky hands stop massaging his scalp.
âWho says Iâm sharing that bath with you?â you tease light-heartedly, feeling his grip tighten around your waist.
âMe.â His response is firm and simple, yet still maddening enough for you to go weak in the knees. Apparently, his nap is being delayed again.
***
Bath with Viktor is a death sentence â a long and squirming one, of countless orgasms and moans loud enough to wake up the whole Piltover. You tried, you really did, to talk him out of it, to make him wait until at least after dinner, but heâs stubborn and knows damn well that you canât resist him. So all your warnings about how he needs some rest first were muffled mercilessly by his tongue buried deep inside you. At this point, youâre not even sure whether heâs really that into devouring you, or if heâs just trying to prove you wrong, to show you that heâs never tired when it comes to eating you out.
He has you sitting on the edge of the bathtub, legs resting on his covered in crescent nail marks shoulders, and you tug, tug, tug on his hair as he tongue-fucks you through yet another insane release. If only he could smile right now, which was obviously impossible in his position, he would definitely give you the most provoking signature smirk. So you mentally thank his passion for giving head, since itâs the one to blame for his inability to destroy you even more with those grins and his witty dirty-talk right now. He has you right where he wants you: with your thighs wrapped tightly around his head, with your slick getting quite literally everywhere â his tongue, his chin, some on his chest, even. And when you slam your head against the wall, light-headed and breathless, he knows itâs time to do a particularly vicious thing â to suck on your abused clit so hard he might as well just suck the damn soul out of you while heâs at it.
Too much. Overwhelmingly so. And those sweat drops forming on his forehead, and the way he digs his wet fingers into the soft flesh of your legs, and the way he laps up so thoroughlyâ
âGonna cum.â You gather the last strengths in your possession to mumble an illegible warning and the skillful bastard between your thighs only picks up pace, leaving you wondering how his tongue is still intact after all that frantic motions inside your cunt. But the technique is rather impressive. You stare at him, wide-eyed and with your lower lip bitten. His sinful gaze meets yours with a guttural rattle when you grip a strand of his dark hair so hard your knuckles turn white. You want to tell him how good his mouth feels, how indescribably hot he looks kneeling in the bathtub, how attractive his skin glistens right now, in the warm water. But the words are unnecessary. Your precious cussing as you come undone on his agile tongue is the best existing compliment to him.
So you deliver. He coaxes the third orgasm out of you. Leaves you throbbing, making one of your shaking legs slip off his slick shoulder into the water with a loud splash. He licks the remnants of you tauntingly slow off his swollen lips, watching your every convulsion closely, and heâs so proud of himself that it almost re-turns you on all over again.
âLook at you.â His sultry whisper reminds you that his ability to be a smartass is back.
âViktorââ You suffocate, grabbing his shoulder to hold on for dear life, so you donât fall out of the tub completely. He chuckles, carefully pulling you back into the water, thoughtful as always, like the gentleman he is. Well, if rearranging your guts with that tortuous tongue and thick cock could be considered something gentlemen do, of course.
He tastes like you now. His tongue is somewhat sour, much puffier in comparison to yours, and itâs not that animate anymore â he pushes it into your mouth rather lazily, evidently worn out by the intercourse.
âI thought the purpose of this bath was to get me cleaned, not dirty,â he whispers with a filthy giggle, wiping your slick off his chin. You roll your eyes, admitting that the single thing stopping you from biting him for that joke is a complete lack of energy. Admitting that heâd just one-upped every single man you've slept with before. Once again.
âOh, fuck you.â You giggle back, nuzzling into his chest, and it feels so gentle â the lust is gone and the only thing left between you two is pure affection; divine, immaculate, expressed through the softness of your body and the sharpness of his.
âI would be a liar if I said it doesnât sound tempting, but I donât believe youâre in a state to do that, my love,â Viktor teases, but you donât talk back. He left you witless. Too fucked out for your own liking and just perfect for his. âDo you think you can make it to the kitchen?â he asks, pointing at your wobbly legs.
âYeah.â You hesitate for a second, reluctant to get out of the warm bath. âAnd you?â
âOh, Iâm not hungry.â Viktor shakes his head, and his response dramatically increases your urge to pinch him. That wasnât the deal!
âNo. Not a chance, youâre not skipping dinner again.â
âBut Iâve already had dinner. Well. In a way,â he whispers, as the corners of his mouth curl into another insufferable smirk, and it takes a good ten-second uncomfortable pause for you to understand the pun.
âEating pussy is not an actual meal,â you frown, pulling away.
âAnd thatâs so unfortunate, donât you think? At least that way, Iâd never skip themâŠâ
âViktor!â
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inappropriately touching nanami in a crowded elevator;
your nimble fingers pulling down the zip of his slacks and your hand sneakily prodding through the freed entrance as he grabs the metal bar behind himself, hoping no one notices anything.
and youâre the perfect picture of nonchalance: pretty face directed forward, the curled corner of your lips that he is able to distinguish from your profile telling him that youâre thoroughly enjoying yourself, and your pace unrelenting as you stroke him through his briefs.
up and down, up and down, up and down while kento feels like he is losing his mind, and why the hell is this elevator so slow and thereâs so many people and no ounce of shame in you. same for him, though, he is worried if he should be disappointed with himself for giving in to his desires right in the crowded elevator or impressed by how persuasive you can be to convince him that itâs okay.
there was no persuasion from you, by the way â just a cute little smile at him whilst your eyes glimmered with mischief and nanami knew he was fucked.
when the last person, aside from him and you, leaves the elevator, you finally take out your hand in time with him pushing the âstopâ button and pressing you against one of the cold walls, one veiny hand wrapping around your throat loosely as the other grips your bottom.
and kento kisses you like a thirsty man drinks water; he devours your mouth until all you can do is twitch in his hold as his thumb presses on your clit just right. rubbing, tugging, teasing and prodding while his lips encase your tongue between them and you grip the sides of his head, ruining his hair.
and when you come with a whiny moan escaping your pretty mouth, no thoughts behind your cloudy gaze and arms gripping his shoulders, nanami barely stops his hips from rutting rhythmically against the smooth surface of your thighs because him being a mess is only for your eyes whilst he doesnât mind others seeing your fucked out face. theyâll know itâs from him anyway.
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pornstar!nanami who has a signature style to his videosâall of which are solo content consisting of him, manspreading in front of the camera in an awfully expensive suit. as his hands trace the muscles of his thighs, the seams of his trousers, the outline of his hardened cock.
pornstar!nanami who always takes his time getting to the good stuff, his voice silken as he speaks to those watching him. praise falls from his lips, which are always just out of viewâthe man doesn't dare show his face. something about professionalism and all.
pornstar!nanami whose videos usually end with him cumming into his closed fist, or into a toy if he's feeling so inclined. as a long time viewer of him, you've come to learn a few things about how he orgasmsâhe always bucks his hips up, chasing that instinct to breed. he always moans like he's in heat just before his climax, but because he's not great with breathing through his orgasms he chokes up just as he falls over the edgeâit's a pretty sound.
pornstar!nanami who sometimes gets messy with itâhe's such an organised and ritualistic man in his day-to-day that he sometimes just wants to let loose. sometimes, he'll only pull his cock out of his pants through the fly, and let the world watch as his precum dribbles all over those pressed pants of his. oh and does he go feral knowing that he's dirtying something so expensive with the receipts of his lust. who will stroke himself to completion just to watch his cum stain the fabric he's worked so hard to affordâthere's no explaining that away to a drycleaner.
pornstar!nanami who likes to imagine it's a pretty thing riding his thigh that wrecks his trousers. wonders how many of his viewers touch themselves to his videos, hoping the could take him for all he's worth as well.
pornstar!nanami who, after a particularly messy session one day, gets an email after uploading his video. it's not even been ten minutes, which was the length of his video, so he assumes whoever has emailed him came particularly fast to that one.
pornstar!nanami who was more than right in his assumption. because as his eyes rake over the email sent by an adoring fan, he sees about a million different typos that indicate nothing other than messy fingers and a fucked-dumb typist. in your barely legible email, you explain that Mr. Nanamis videos are tagged 'near-you', and you'd happily offer your services as the next sex toy he uses to fuck-and-film in exchange for an orgasm or three.
and oh is pornstar!nanami intrigued. because his life is a busy one, he's a businessman when the sun is up time is precious and human connection is a scheduling conflictâhis videos aren't solo out of preference, poor nanami, the pornstar, is a virgin.
pornstar!nanami who, after a few weeks of back and forth and some genuine conversation, ends up with his camera flashing red as you sit naked on his lap. and oh are you happy with the sight of him, blonde and sculpted to perfection underneath those lovely suits of his. Your ass is on display to anyone watching, upper half out of shot as your teeth clash with his.
pornstar!nanami who can't help the sounds he makes when you grind against his clothed cock. your slick, your pooling lust, it smears over the fabric of his pants and leaves a gloss behind in turn. he's ravenous, holding onto your hips and grinding you down against him in all the right ways. who moans into your mouth, already a little pussydrunk and he's barely had a taste of you.
pornstar!nanami who hopes he isn't unseemly in the way he manhandles you to sit properly on his lap. he knows you're as desperate as he is, what with the way you slip your hands down to undo his belt and pull his cock free. your fingers wrapped around his length is enough of a narcotic to cum on the spot, though he steadies his reeling mind and holds out.
pornstar!nanami who offers to fuck you on his fingers first, to use his tongue to warm you up and get you ready for his, frankly overbearing, size. but you're insistent, eager, and lowering yourself onto his aching cock with a kiss to his lips and a sharp inhale shared between you.
pornstar!nanami who thanks whatever god may be out there for letting him film a glimpse of heaven.
pornstar!nanami who can barely keep himself together as you ride him like he's the toy at hand. he's sure he's never been this vocal for his viewers, moaning alone is a feat that is hot at best and hauntingly awkward at worstâthis, thoughâhe's never been so mindless. and you love it. all the videos you've watched where his voice is smooth and confident and he's the picture of put-together. having such a man, a gentleman like nanami, absolutely melting with each clench of your dripping pussy around his length? it's an aphrodisiac in itself.
and when you catch onto the fact that pornstar!nanami is about to cumâthe bucking of his hips, those drawling moans, the hitch of his breathâyou kiss him stupid, and then speak against his pretty swollen lips. 'breathe'
and oh does pornstar!nanami breathe. a desperate droning moan escapes his breath, right into your mouth as he empties himself inside of you like he's trying to give you his last name.
pornstar!nanami who can't help himself. flipping you over and onto your back, pressing you into the mattress as he continues to fuck into you. he's going to pull as many orgasms out of you as he canâit doesn't even register in his mind that, due to the new angle of your bodies, he's just let the world see his face, and the pretty pussy drunk blush that paints it pink.
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good god this is one of the best fics i've ever read
Giving the nerd a chance
tags: nerd!nanami/fem!reader, college!au, nsfw, dirty talk, asphyxiation, size kink, mdni!!
a/n: this oneâs a long one :) pace yourself and enjoy!
Kento Nanami is a social enigma. He is a total outlier but in the weirdest way possible.
This man is conventionally attractive. Some would even go as far to say Nanamiâs handsome, almost in a filthy way. His looks are sneaky too. Heâs not someone youâd immediately notice in a room, but once you didâŠ
You would notice his sculpted jaw line first. Then, his naturally high cheekbones that gave way to his soft hazel eyes. He had a serious look on his face always, but his eyes told a different story. Maybe youâd notice his blonde hair that sat neatly on his head, styled with an undercut. Yeah, Nanami was fucking hot.
But thatâs not the weird part. No, you havenât heard him utter a single word except to answer the professorâs unanswered questions once the silence was unbearable.
Thatâs not exactly weird either. There are tons of people who go through college without the intention of making friends⊠but Nanami has friends. He doesnât just have like one friend. No, heâs apart of a friend group.
The weirdest part was he seemed to be close with the most popular guy in your university, star quarterback Satoru Gojo. Gojo was seemingly every college girlâs wet dream. Heâs the type to stand out in a room. His looks and personality demand attention.
Heâs the complete opposite from Nanami.
Then, there was Suguru Geto⊠Geto was also a strange friend for Nanami to have. Geto was smart, funny, and well-mannered⊠when he was in class. But youâve seen how Geto acts at parties. He smokes cigarettes, shotguns whiskey, and keeps up with all of Gojoâs antics. Shoko was the exact same way, except she didnât care enough to keep up with Gojoâs buffoonery.
They were the complete opposite from Nanami as well.
Yu Haibara was a cutie patootie. Heâs also a sweet social butterfly. Another one of Nanamiâs friends that just didnât seem to be his type.
You caught yourself staring at the friend group as youâre sitting on a couch at a frat house. Your college team just won the game, so Satoru had invited a whole slew of people over. You somehow made it on that list. Your friend, Utahime, is begging you to leave, but something is telling you to stay.
âGo on without me, Uta. Iâll be fine, promise.â You say over the music as you flash her a small smile to assure her.
âI really, really, really donât want to leave you here alone, yn. I donât want you to end up on the front page of the news.â
âDonât wish that shit upon me.â You laugh as you gently nudge her arm, urging her towards the door.
âIâm serious, yn. Please text me. If youâre not back in the dorm by midnight, Iâm calling the cops.â She says as she grabs your shoulders, forcing you to face her directly.
You admire your friendâs caring demeanor, but she was being a total cock block for you right now.
âI will text you. I promise.â You assure her once again. âGo back to the dorm. Love you.â
She sighs deeply as she lets you go. Sheâs still not comfortable with the idea of leaving you here, but she canât force you to leave. âLove you too. Donât do anything I wouldnât do.â
âOh, thatâs all Iâm gonna do.â You smirk as she flips you off and leaves the frat house.
You take a drink from your red solo cup to gather your nerves. Nanami has been sitting in the corner of the kitchen all night. Heâs alone, but he doesnât look lonely. Sometimes, Satoru will drunkenly slouch his weight onto the blonde and slur something inaudible to him. From what you can see, Nanami just rolls his eyes and shrugs his friend off his shoulders.
You want to approach him, but youâre still too afraid he wonât talk to you. As you sit down your cup, an intoxicated Satoru is standing over you.
âIâm sorry- I donât remember your name.â He gives you a slanted smile as he crouches down a bit so you two are face-to-face.
âThatâs okay. I donât remember yours either.â You snip back with a small grin. Something sparkles in his eyes as you give him a little bit of a challenge. He finds it to be endearing.
âCheeky. Give me your number.â He demands, keeping his smirk on his face.
âWhy should I give it to you?â
âBecause itâs not for me.â He slurs as he leans in close to you. He nods his head towards the kitchen. âIâm doing this for my pussy friend over there.â
Your eyes dart towards Nanami. His eyes are glaring holes into Satoru with more anger and emotion than youâve ever seen from him. Your stomach swirls with butterflies.
âThat is a really good reason.â You murmur as you quickly type your number into Satoruâs phone.
*** *** ***
It had been days since the frat party and not a single word from Nanami. Your excitement had honestly fizzled out into sulking. Were you not good enough for him? Did Satoru lie? Was it all a sick prank?
Not even Utahime could get you in a good mood.
âYn. This is so ridiculous. If you like him that much, just go up and talk to him.â She chides
âNoooo.â You groan into your pillow as you turn onto your stomach in your bed. âHeâs too cool. Out of my league.â
âAre you sure weâre talking about the same Kento Nanami? The nerd who barely ever talks? The know-it-all in class?â
âUtahimeee.â
âYouâre embarrassing yourself.â
âLet me wallow in my self pity.â You gripe before you hear your phone buzz. The sound of your phone notifying you doesnât even excite you anymore. Itâs always some lame ass notification.
Unknown Number: Is this yn?
Your eyes widen as you stare at your phone in disbelief. Your body involuntarily sits up in bed, startling Utahime.
âJesus Christ. What? What happened?â
âHe texted me!â You beam proudly. You are embarrassing. Utahime scoffs and walks away from you, unable to take the second-hand embarrassment.
Yn: Yeah, thatâs me :)
Unknown Number: This is Kento Nanami. Iâm sorry Gojo felt the need to disturb you at the party. ïżŒ
Yn: No need! He didnât disturb me too much.
Nanami: Thatâs good to hear.
God. Now, what do you say? Of course Nanami is a dry texter. You stare at the text conversation for a while, trying to think of something.. anything to break the ice.
Yn: Did you ask him to get my number, or did he do that on his own volition?
Nanami: Gojo does things on his own volition.
Yn: Ah.. I see.
He left you on read.
Goddammit.
You had your chance, and now, you blew it. Sighing, you lock your phone and try to forget he even ever texted you in the first place.
*** *** ***
I mean, who even needs Nanami? Heâs really not even that handsome or mysterious. You keep telling yourself as you get ready to go to another party Gojo invited you too.
Oh, also, Gojo kept your number for himself as well. He mostly asked to copy your notes when Nanami refused to let him copy his notes. He would also send the occasional invitation to one of his signature parties.
This one was apparently labeled as âexclusiveâ. You had no idea what that meant, but you werenât allowed to bring a plus-one this time.
Luckily for you, Utahime was visiting back home for the weekend, so she couldnât scold you for going out to another party this weekend.
Black eyeliner was smeared across your waterline, and you puckered your lips as you carefully applied some sheer gloss. You decided to be casual with your outfit, wearing a basic off-shoulder black top with some jeans.
As soon as you got to the frat house, you quickly understood what âexclusiveâ meant. It was only their closest friends in the house. Satoru and Haibara were on the couch, lounging. Suguru and Shoko were sitting by the window, sharing a cigarette. Nanami was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, looking as stoic as ever. Immediately, you were grateful for going with a more casual look.
âYn! So glad you made it!â Satoru grinned in a more sober voice than the last time you spoke with him.
âAm I imposing on something?â You ask as you close the door.
âOf course not, silly. I sent you an invite for a reason.â Satoru says casually as he pats the spot between him and Haibara on the couch. âCome have a seat. Get comfortable. Weâre just hanging out tonight.â
You stare at the seat between Gojo and Haibara, and you decide to sit in the open chair next to them instead.
âAfraid that we might bite?â Gojo grins as he leans over the arm of the chair towards you.
âStop it, Satoru. Youâre going to scare her away.â Shoko scolds before taking a drag off her cigarette.
Your phone gently buzzes in your pocket as Satoru and Shoko begin to bicker about his social skills. You sneakily check your phone.
Nanami: You look pretty tonight.
OH. We are so back, baby.
Yn: Thank you :) You look as handsome as ever.
Nanami: Oh yeah?
It is so small and insignificant, but that little âoh yeah?â makes your stomach flutter with excitement.
âYn?â You snap your attention up to Shoko and realize she has been trying to talk to you.
âShit- sorry. Whatâs up?â
Your phone lightly buzzes again, and you quickly glance down to check.
Nanami: Youâre blushing.
âI was asking what your major is.â Shoko smiles calmly as sheâs sat upon the windowsill. She flicks her cigarette outside before blowing out a cloud of smoke. You try to ignore how your heart is skipping beats right now.
âOh, Iâm just in general studies right now. Iâm kind of indecisive. What about you?â
âIâm pre-med right now.â Shoko answers.
âI thought you swapped to nursing.â Haibara asks as he shifts his body to face her. The two start conversing together, giving you a chance to check your phone.
Nanami: Are you ill, or do my words just affect you that much?
Yn: Iâm actually ill.
Nanami: Youâre also apparently a liar, sweetheart.
How the fuck was this man so bold over text, but wouldnât speak to hardly anyone in person?
Yn: Sweetheart? I didnât know we were on that sort of level yet.
Nanami: Does that make you uncomfortable?
Yn: No
Nanami: Good. Then donât complain.
The throb your cunt just did shouldâve been illegal. There was no reason for you to be so turned on by that, but you were.
Yn: What would you have done had I said that it did make me uncomfortable?
Nanami: I wouldâve found you a nickname you were more comfortable with.
He was being sweet, and you were over there clenching around nothing like a whore.
You had been so caught up in your phone that you didnât realize Yu had went and gotten everyone a beer out of the fridge. You decide to risk a glance at Nanami. He looked calm and composed. You wondered if he even knew the effect he had on you truly.
âShoko, when are you finally going to get some bitches?â Satoru asks with a laugh. Your eyes widen as you notice Suguru is on his lap now. You had really been so distracted by your phoneâŠ
âAt this rate, I think Nanami will beat me.â Shoko laughed as she took a drink of her beer. You shift slightly in your seat as Shoko cuts her eyes towards you with a small grin.
Nanami: I will
Yn: Will what?
Nanami: I will beat her.
Yn: Confident or competitive?
Nanami: Both.
Yn: You didnât strike me as the type.
Nanami: You donât think I can do it?
Yn: I never said that.
Nanami lays his phone on his lap, and you can feel his eyes trailing up and down your body. Feeling your heart skip a beat, you decide to look up at him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you glance over him. He looks relaxed. His head is propped up in his hand, and heâs almost giving you a lazy smile.
Knowing more about Nanami, you recognize it as a cocky smile now.
The rest of the âpartyâ goes without a hitch. You decided it was time to leave once Suguru and Satoru were obnoxiously making out, Shoko was asleep on the floor, and Haibara wouldnât shut the fuck up about the intricacies of anime.
âIâm gonna head back to my dorm now. Thanks for inviting me.â You say quickly as you stand from your seat.
âHey yn-!â Satoru says as he tugs from Suguruâs lips. The dark-haired male made quick work of moving down to his neck. âThanks for coming. You should come out here more often.â
âOh um, Iâll think about it.â You smile politely as you head out the front door. The cold night air nips at your skin. The only light was from the moon high up in the sky. The dorms were a few blocks away.
You never like walking alone at night, but you try to remember that college campuses have security patrolling at all times. Taking a deep shaky breath, you step off the porch.
The sound of the door closing again immediately startles you. You quickly flinch and look towards the frat house. Nanami was calming walking up to you.
âLet me walk you back.â His voice was calm and steady, just like his presence. He really wasnât phased at all by your subtle flirting earlier?
âThanks.. I was actually kinda scared.â You mumble as you two walk side by side on the pavement. Your arms hug your body, trying to hide from the snippy air.
âWhy didnât you ask one of us to walk you home then?â Nanami asks as he slips his coat off from his shoulders. He then loosely drapes it over your shoulders. You feel your heart skip a beat as you mumble a quick thanks. Your body snuggled into his coat as it swallowed your frame whole. It was the first time you realized⊠Nanami is a big man. Heâs not just some scrawny nerd. Heâs actually pretty well built.
âI didnât want to be a bother.â You answer quietly, noticing how Nanami shoves his hands into his pockets while you two walk.
âThatâs foolish. We invited you. The least we could do is make sure you make it home safely.â
âWe?â
Nanami goes silent, and he looks away from your shorter self. The wind blows harshly, making the leaves crinkle and hiss on the trees.
âYes, we.â He finally answers your question. You smile softly as you look down towards the ground. It seems like Satoru wasnât the only one who wanted you around.
Standing in front of your dorm door, you slowly slip the coat off from around your shoulders and try to hand it back to him. âI donât want it.â He answers calmly, making no effort to take the jacket back from you.
âItâs yours, silly.â
âAnd?â
âTake it.â You gestured the coat to him once more
âNo, I want you to have it.â He says as he towers over you. You subconsciously take a step back to create space, and your back hits the door. He leans over you, having to angle his back to see eye-to-eye with you. You can feel his warm breath ghosting over your cheek as he cocks his head towards your ear and neck. âText me.â He murmurs lowly before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
You were left against your door blushing madly as he casually sauntered away.
*** *** ***
You almost think you dreamt that kiss up come Monday morning. You hadnât texted him all weekend, not even knowing what to say. You felt scared about messing things up and taking his advances the wrong way. He hadnât reached out to you either.
You were sitting in Neurology, half-ass paying attention as the professor lectured about neuron pruning. Nanami sat a few rows over. He always appeared to he intently listening when you glance over at him. You perk up as you feel your phone buzz on your thigh.
Nanami: Youâre not going to do well if you donât pay attention.
Yn: I could say the same for you.
Nanami: Could you?
Yn: âŠ. point taken
Nanami: You know, you couldâve at least texted me if you didnât like the kiss.
Yn: Who said I didnât?
Nanami: So, you disobey my request for fun?
Yn: Disobey is such a strong word. You told me to text you, and I just.. havenât yet.
Nanami: Weâll come back to the disobedience topic. Why havenât you texted me âyetâ?
Yn: Nervous.
Nanami: Youâre adorable. Whatâs there to be nervous about?
âCan anyone name an example of synaptic pruning?â The professorâs sudden loud voice catches you off guard. You hadnât been paying attention at all, and you feel your heart start to race at the thought of being randomly called upon.
âAnyone?â The professor asks once again. âYn-â She almost says your first name before Nanami interrupts.
âCrown thinning.â He answers the question, saving you from total embarrassment.
âVery good. Thank you, Kento.â The professor praises as she turns back around to start lecturing from the powerpoint again.
Yn: You totally just saved me.
Nanami: Pay better attention.
Yn: Then stop texting me.
Nanami: No.
Nanami: Answer my question. Why were you nervous?
Yn: I just didnât want to say the wrong things.
Nanami: Youâre hopeless.
Yn: Youâre starting to sound like Utahime :(
Nanami: Will you coo to me that you love me if I act like her?
You feel your heart start to race as you read his text over and over. He was way more observant than you gave him credit for. You couldnât even think of a time where you told Uta that you loved her in front of him.
Yn: Is that what you want?
Nanami: That does sound nice. Though, I think Iâd rather hear you breathlessly professing your love to me.
ohâŠ
oh.
You sat your phone down. No way were you going to let some simple words over a screen let you get horny in class. You didnât dare to glance in his direction as you suddenly decided to start paying attention and taking detailed notes on Neurology.
Nanami: Youâre blushing again.
Damn him and his observant personality. Damn him and his filthy words that make you squeeze your thighs together to soothe the ache.
Yn: Iâm well aware.
Nanami: Itâs cute. Makes me want to say more things just to get a reaction out of you.
Yn: Please donât
Nanami: Why? Scared you might like it?
Nanami: Scared you might like the thought of being beneath me, begging for more?
Jesus. There was no misinterpreting that. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared down at your phone, rereading his message over and over. It painted a picture in your brain.
Yn: As if you could make me do that.
Nanami: I can, and I will. Come over tonight.
Yn: To the frat house?
Nanami: No, to my room. Iâll tell Haibara to not come back until late.
Yn: That seems rather rude.
Nanami: Itâs far better than the treatment youâll be receiving later.
Your head feels like itâs spinning as the professor dismisses class. The rest of the day drags by painfully slow as you feel every little heartbeat and flutter in your chest. Nanami talked big game for someone who seemed too shy to really speak to you. It made you feel intrigued. How could he be so confident in his ability to make you beg?
You took your time once you were back at your dorm: going through your everything-shower routine. You wanted to make sure that every inch of you was soft and smooth just in case! Itâs not like heâs actually going to make you do anything.
Knocking on his door, you feel your stomach churn with anxiety. You two seemed to be doing better at keeping up a conversation, but you were still deathly afraid of that awkward silence sinking in.
The click of the lock gains your attention, and Nanami opens the door for you. âCome in.â He says flatly, moving out of the way of the door so you can squeeze past him. Heâs wearing his usual button-up shirt with black slacks on. How does this man even relax?
Of course his room is completely clean. His bed was even made military style for crying out loud. What the fuck does this man know about making women beg?
âYour room is nice.â You compliment, trying not to sound too awkward.
âItâs a room.â He shrugs nonchalantly before his eyes travel your body.
âHow did you tell Haibara not to come home?â You ask, and he gives you a slightly puzzled look.
âI told him the truth.â He says as he loosens his tie from around his neck.
You swallow harshly as you watch his slender fingers pull at the fabric. His jaw is perfectly sculpted along with his neck, and his adams apple bobs as he steps towards you.
âWhich is?â You reluctantly ask.
âI told him not to come home unless he planned on watching me fuck a pretty girl to tears.â
Your breath hitches in your throat, and you stare up at him with almost a frightened gaze. His movement feels much more predatory now as if heâs been watching you for a while, sizing you up. He had observed and stood by, waiting for the prime opportunity to pounce.
âWhat is it? Cat got your tongue?â Nanami asks as he steps forward again. The back of your knees hits his bed, and his smile shifts to a lopsided grin.
âNo. I justâŠâ You had no idea what to even say to that! You werenât use to a man so confidently bolstering about his skills without sounding like a total idiot. Nanami was a rarity. He could talk the talk and walk the walk.
âNo. I just..â He mocks you. âYouâre awfully nervous for someone I havenât even touched yet.â His fingers gently caress over your collarbone, before he carefully nudged you back. You tipped over and found yourself sitting on his bed, looking up at him with big round eyes.
âChrist. Have you ever even done this before?â He asks as he leans over you. His hand press down on the mattress at both of your sides, effectively trapping you beneath him.
âYes!â You exclaim with a huffy attitude that makes him chuckle. âHave you?â You ask, trying to even the score.
âNo.â He responds before closing the distance between you two. His lips press against yours and move delicately. Your eyes widen before you realize what was going on, and you slowly melt into the kiss.
Lips smack together as he takes the lead on the kiss. His hands gently cup and caress their way down your body before resting upon your hips. His knee finds itâs way between your thighs, and he applies pressure to your core.
Stifling a small whine, you entangle your fingers through his blonde hair. Itâs softer than you imagined it to be. His kisses are growing more and more demanding as heâs pushing you back onto the bed more and more.
He gently bites at your lip, and he applies more pressure with his knee. As soon as you let another another small whimper, he slips his tongue into your mouth.
Heâs taking complete and utter advantage over your body while youâre still trying to wrap your head around the fact he said ânoâ. Heâs claiming to have never done this before.
His thumbs dig into your hipbones before he makes you grind against his knee.
âThatâs right. Use me.â He purrs lowly, encouraging for you to keep rolling your hips. Once you found a steady rhythm, rubbing yourself against his knee like a desperate slut, he releases your hips and grabs your wrists, pinning you down to the bed.
âKen..â You gasp out lowly, and he immediately eats up your words, forcing his lips right back upon yours.
The grinding was slowly making you feel all dizzy in the head as you slowly start to mess up your rhythm. He immediately notices your messy state. His hands leave your wrists to grab back ahold of your thighs to make sure you donât stop. If his slacks werenât black, he was sure there would be a small damp spot on his leg from your delicious juices.
âHah~â You gasp as you lean your head back.
âDoes that feel good?â He questions lowly before carefully nipping at your neck.
âYes⊠Yes, Kento.. more..â
âOh, what was that, darling? I didnât hear you.â He taunts as he bites his way down your neck.
âM-more!â You whimper out as you grow impatient.
âSo greedyâŠâ He murmurs before his sucks a small hickey on your neck all while heâs still making you grind your pitiful pussy against his thigh. âBeg.â
You feel that defiant nature wanting to kick in. You were needy for him, but you werenât to the point of begging yet.
âDid you hear me? I said beg.â He demands as he forces you down on his leg harder. Your legs tremble around him as heâs making you rock hack and forth.
âPlease-â You finally choke out against your defiant nature. âI-I.. want more, please⊠I need you to.. to ruin me.â
âRuin you, hm?â He asks as his hand carefully trails upwards to your neck. He applies just a bit of pressure. âA pretty girl like you asking for me to ruin her⊠How could I say no?â
He removes his leg from between your leg, and he quickly replaces it with his hand. His fingers rub firm circles around your clit through the cloth of your leggings. You immediately shudder from the new stimulation. You hold his gaze as he lightly chokes you.
âI think I want to see you come on my fingers first.â He says as heâs quick to shove your leggings and panties down. You gasp quietly as you look down at him. He shuffles himself down between your legs, and he has a determined look on his face. He was set on making you come with his hand.
You push your thighs together with a small whine as he gives your glistening cunt an amorous gaze. Nanami places his hands on both of your knees as he forces your legs back apart. âNow, you know why you came here. What are you running from?â
âI- ⊠Youâre looking at me likeâŠâ the words âlike you want to eat meâ die upon your tongue. His aura is just so.. almost intimidating. Not in a scary way, just in a heâs-not-here-to-play way.
âYouâre so pretty, but gods, youâre so confusing.â He shakes his head as he carefully drags his tongue up your slippery folds. âJust sit still and let me take care of you, darling.â He mumbles before he laps at your cunt again. He purses his lips and gently sucks on your clit. It almost feels like heâs making out with your pussy.
âOh.. f-fuck..â You gasp as you lean your head back into his mattress. Your hands fist at the blanket beneath you, ruining his perfectly made bed.
Nanami continues to lick and suck. The sounds in the room were nothing short of erotic. The wet sounds of his lips and tongue smack and almost slurp at you. His hands hold your thighs up, practically wearing them as earmuffs as he eats you like a starved man.
His fingertip gently traced over your opening before he carefully slipped a finger in. He continued to lap at your cunt as his finger pumped in and out and prodded around.
âOh my-! .. N-Nanami.. ah~â You pant out. In his eyes, your entire body was flushed. You were so subtly grinding yourself against his tongue. In his eyes, you were a goddess in touch with her sexuality and femininity. You just needed a small nudge to get there.
He adds a second finger, and he so carefully curls them upwards to gently press right on the spot that made you see stars.
Your hands abandoned the bed, and you grabbed onto his hair. His hazel eyes flutter up at you, and his glasses were pushed up onto his head.
Your orgasm was building quicker than it ever had before. âNanami-! fuck, Iâm gonna..â You try to warn, but heâs already a step ahead of you. His fingers start pumping a big more aggressively, and heâs pointed with his tongue, focusing all his attention on your clit. His tongue swirls in tight circles around the small bundle of nerves.
Your orgasm washes over you as you clench around his fingers, spasming on his face. He continues to thrust his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm on his face and hand. Pressing a few more small kisses to your overly sensitive cunt, he slowly pulls away. âGood girl.â He praises lowly.
Your heart is pounding in your chest as you recover from the best orgasm youâve ever received. Your eyes flutter open weakly to see Nanami ditch his glasses. He uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth and chin dry.
He then places the fingers he so deliciously used to fuck you into his mouth, and he sucks them clean with a satisfied groan.
âYou taste so sweet.â He mumbles as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. It falls to the floor as he starts to unbuckle his belt. You can already feel your arousal building up again as you see the absolute tent in his slacks. Of course the nerd was absolutely hung.
Without another word, his pants and boxers are on the ground. His dick stood hard at attention. It was too heavy to press all the way up towards his stomach. Speaking of stomach, he was absolutely fucking built. He had well-defined solid abs and a broad chest.
You watch carefully as he fists his length a few times. You admire the way the veins bulge from his hands and arms. He wastes no more time: climbing up on top of you. He guides your legs up onto his shoulders, and he leans forward, putting you in a mating press.
His hand suddenly covers your mouth. âSpit.â He orders bluntly.
âW-what-?â
âI didnât stutter. Spit. Unless you want me to go in dry.â
The thought of that sounded like a nightmare, so you gathered as much saliva into your mouth as you could, and you spat into his hand.
He doesnât look phased in the slightest as he lubes himself up with your spit. He lets out a soft breath as the wet sounds of him gliding his hand up and down his cock fill the room. He then wipes his hand off on the bed, and he covers your mouth tightly with his hand. âTry not to be too loud, darling. I donât want anyone to come and bother us.â
He was so fucking confident that he was going to make you noisy. It almost pissed you off, but Nanami was a man of his word.
He aligned himself up with your entrance, and with one deep motion, he buried himself all the way to the hilt. You let out a silent scream into his hand, and your back arches up off the bed. His eyes darken as he lets out a guttural growl.
Your cunt was just too precious to him, squeezing him so perfectly. You were absolutely sopping wet and so goddamn warm. He actually had to bite his tongue to not come prematurely. Once he tasted the hint of metal in his mouth, the urge to finish subsided.
âShhh, shh. Be a good girl. The pain will subside soon.â He assures you quietly as his hips gently rock back and forth shallowly.
âMmmnnf~ K-kento!â You moan into his hand. He hates having to muffle your pretty noises, but he really canât risk getting a noise complaint right now.
âThatâs right, darling.. Take it..â His hips start to roll with a bit more conviction. His thrusts are slow but powerful. Each time he buried himself deep in you, you went all dizzy in the head.
âOh fuck, youâre so pretty like this.â He praises as his other hand holds one of your thighs up for you. Your body is almost slack from how harsh his hips are snapping into you. His leaking tip was bruising your cervix with each brutal thrust.
Nanami wishes he could take a picture right now. Your eyes are all glossed over. Your face is flushed the prettiest shade of pink, and your lips are all puffy and slightly parted. Your babbling utter nonsense as your greedy pussy takes him in with each thrust.
âF-fuck..! So big.. can feel you right here~â You moan as you point towards your lower stomach.
Nanami looks to where youâre pointing, and as if this man needed anymore courage, he begins to fuck you harder.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
âYeah? Yâfeel me in your womb, darling?â He groans. Noise complaint can be damned. He lets your mouth go and grabs your hips as he continues to pound your pretty pussy.
Tears involuntarily spring into your eyes from the sheer intensity. When Nanami said he was going to fuck you to tears, you thought it was just a figure of speech. Nah, you were lying in his bed, crying because the dick was so good.
âLook at me.â He demands as he grabs your blushed cheek and forces you to look up at him. âThis pussyâs mine from now on, understand me?â
âY-yes!â You cry out to him. Your stomach starts to coil with white hot pleasure as your orgasm builds up again.
âTell me you love me when you cum on my cock.â He demands lowly. Youâre too fucked stupid to argue.
The bed squeaks and wails in agony as he his thrusts are growing more erratic and sloppy. You could feel him getting closer and closer to his release as he gets more vocal and noisier too.
Your eyes cross as you feel your body gyrate on him. Your second orgasm crashes over you so suddenly you didnât even have time to warn him. Your soul nearly floats away from you as you feel warm juices flood out from you. âFuck~.. I-.. I love you, Nanami!â You whimper out. In the heat of the moment, it does feel like love.
Such pure pretty words being uttered during such a lewd time. Nanami is instantly emptying himself into you. His dick throbs as he shoots ribbon after ribbon of cum inside of you. His hands are shaking as they hold onto your hips. âNgh.. I love you, darling. Take it.. All of it. Donât waste a drop.â He lowly growls.
The room is quiet as both of you pant softly. After a few moments, you realize you had professed a love to him that you werenât even sure about. Yes, Nanami was attractive physically and mentally. Sure, he was apparently a god in bed, but love???
What if he wasnât even being serious when he told you to say that? He probably didnât even mean it when he said it back. What if you made things weird? Is that why heâs being so silent?
Nanami leans down and presses a small kiss to your forehead. âThat was intense. Are you alright, darling?â He asks affectionately.
You nod weakly, not wanting to frustrate him with your insecure thinking style.
âAre you sure? Iâm not only talking about physically.â He murmurs softly as he slowly allows for your thighs to slip down to around his hips. His hand carefully strokes your cheek.
âI told you I love you..â You murmur out quietly, avoiding his gaze.
He exhales softly in amusement. âYou did do that. It was very sexy. Do you regret saying it?â
âI.. I donât know.â You confess quietly. âYou said it back tooâŠâ
âI did. Seeing your body in such a vulnerable state as you were trusting me with your very essence made me feel full with love.â
You look up at him as he just said the most romantic thing youâve ever heard.
âI donât think I regret it.â
âIâm glad. I donât regret it either.â He smiles and presses another small kiss to your temple.
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âWas that really your first time?â You giggle as the hot water coats your body. Nanamiâs fingers are attentively massaging shampoo into your scalp.
âIt really was.â He laughs quietly. âWhy is it so hard to believe.â
âYou were too good for a virgin.â
âIâm glad my darling thinks so.â He smiles and carefully leans your head back, so the water can rinse the shampoo from your hair.
âWhere did you even learn that stuff from?â You ask curiously, wondering if Nanami just had a secret raging porn addiction.
âI have the horniest friend group. They donât understand the concept of too much information.â
Ah. That makes sense.
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Been thinking about modern! husband Sukuna who's a tattoo artist and his wife who's a kindergarten teacher <3
You're about to do an arts and crafts project with the kids, but when you notice you forgot your art supplies, your heart ached with the thought of seeing the little one's dissapointed faces. Luckily for you, your husband is on break and brought them to your class!
The little students are all shocked when they see a big, scary man enter their class and kiss their sweet teacher's cheek. they all surround him and start bombarding him with questions as to if he's a superhero because he looks so strong
Once Sukuna got through the dozens of questions by the little bastards, (his words, not mine!!), he gets dragged by them to join them on their art project. And how could he refuse when they gave him puppy eyes along with your sweet smile and voice asking him so nicely?
Yeah, just modern! Sukuna <3
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he's so freaking cuteđđ
Hi there, I would like to request Cloud, if thats okay. A sparring session that leads into an unexpected kiss?
Just read you are feeling under the weather, hope you feel better soon!
Sweet anon, I'm sorry this took me literally months! Please lemme know what you think x
Itâs late as you leave your room at Stargazer Heights, pulling the door closed behind you with a gentle click. The weight of your new sword still feels unnervingly foreign on your back as you head down the stairs carefully, not wanting to disturb any of your neighboursâ sleep with your heavy footfalls.
Just because you couldnât sleep didnât mean theirs should suffer in return.
Your beloved, trusty sword, after many years of faithful service in the Watch, had snapped clean in two after a particularly good thwack against a hard-shelled creature whilst on a job in the scrapyard earlier that day. If that wasnât enough, it just had to happen in front of Cloud Strife, the blonde ex-Soldier who had joined the Avalanche ranks - temporarily, at least â and who you were somewhat hoping to impress with your mastery of the blade as common ground over the past few weeks.
âYouâd be good for him, you know?â Tifa had teased over the bar one night, catching you staring a little too long as he sat down the opposite end, nursing a drink. Youâd have told her to hush if Barretâs voice wasnât booming around the establishment, meaning you were lucky to have even heard her comment in the first place.
Instead, you answer flustered. âWhat? I⊠Heâs your⊠No!â
âI donât like him like that, sweetie.â Sheâd reassured, patting your hand with a smile. âPlus, Iâm pretty sure he likes you.â
âMe?â You scoff, shaking your head. âI donât think heâs aware I exist, not with how Jessie has been all over him.â
âMm.â Tifa purses her lips in thought before they pulled back into a knowing smile â sheâd caught the mercâs gaze flickering in your direction before it settled back on the drink before him. âNo, I think Cloudâs warming up to you. Let me see what I can do.â
âTifa-â
Biggsâ warm hand wrapped around your arm and tugged you up from the bar and away from your protest in an instant. âCome on, you owe me a rematch and Iâve finally convinced Wedge to let us have a round.â
You concede, destroying Biggs at darts once again would be a good distraction from the blonde at the bar. Besides, what could Tifa do anyway?
--
What Tifa could do, apparently, was make it so whenever Cloud took on a job, Biggs or Wedge would insist you tag along to help him navigate the area â sometimes with Tifa, sometimes without â and thatâs what had led you to today, stuck deep within the scrapyard with a broken blade.
Youâd never been any good with your fists, nor could aim a gun straight â despite tips from Tifa and Biggs over the years â so, reluctantly, youâd been relegated to the back line for the rest of the outing. At the most, you could fling a spell or two from the materia still equipped in the broken hilt when you could.
Unfortunately, it meant you didnât have anything really to defend yourself with whilst the materia recharged. A nasty hit from a retreating drake had sent you tumbling backwards, head literally over heels. It dived back down at you, realizing you were now easy prey, ready to go for a nasty bite when a certain blonde mercâs sword dug into its side, sending it flying over in Tifaâs direction who finished it off with a perfectly executed roundhouse kick â all before your life could flash before your eyes.
âAre you okay?â Cloud crouches in front of you, his sword already sheathed, and places a hand on your arm as he awaits your answer. His expression, usually stoic and unreadable, is marred by a slight furrow in his brow as he looks you over with concerned Mako-blue eyes.
He must find you at least tolerable, youâd decided, as he didnât seem to protest as much when you joined them on jobs like this around the slums.
Though maybe not ever again after todayâs pathetic display.
âYeah,â you nod, feeling foolish. âStill in one piece. Thanks for that.â
âDonât mention it.â He shrugs and gets to his feet, offering you his hand in assistance.
You take it, relishing the feeling as his gloved fingers wrap around your palm. He pulls you up with a little too much gusto â or maybe underestimates his own strength - sending you stumbling forward. You try and catch your balance, only to find your hand placed firmly against his chest, his other hand now on the small of your back in alarm.
âUhâŠâ
âS-sorry,â you stutter out and retreat back, bowing your head as your face feels horrendously warm. Somewhere behind you, Tifa poorly attempts to hide a giggle.
âItâs fine.â His tone is back to his usual curt manner. âCome on - we should head back.â And without another word, Cloud spins on his heels and storms off ahead.
âCloud, wait up!â Tifa calls, threading her arm through yours to pull you along with her. âHeâll get there â donât worry.â
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Youâd taken the blade in to the weapons store below the Watchâs HQ after reporting in, Cloud and Tifa following behind. The proprietor dutifully inspected it for a few moments before deeming it beyond reasonable repair - said he could re-forge it, but it would only last a hit or two before it snapped in two again and he didnât want the bad advertisement. Heâd offered some gil for the scrap metal value and waved to the selection of his ready-made wares. Even with the gil heâd proposed and from your own pocket, the prices made your eyes water.
âCan I pay in instalments?â
He scoffs.
âYou know Iâm good for it.â
âThis ainât a charity, kid.â
âHere.â Cloud had stepped forward then, placing a pouch of gil on the counter. âThat should cover it.â
âWhat?â Your eyes widened in disbelief. Cloud had been hounding Tifa and Barret for his pay for days and you knew he still hadnât received all of it yet. âNo, I couldnât â thatâs yours.â
âYou need a weapon.â He shrugs, Tifa bouncing on her heels behind him at his act of generosity, a told you so smile plastered across her face. âPay me back in instalments, if you want. I donât care.â
âAre you sure?â
He nods, crossing his arms. âYouâre good with a blade, it would be a waste for you not to have one.â
Your scalp tingles at the compliment.
The blades all felt lighter - maybe youâd grown stronger over time? - though they were thinner in width in comparison to your old blade. Youâd performed a cautionary test swing of each towards the back of the shop but they all felt off, unbalanced. Begrudgingly, one felt a little less odd to wield so youâd settled with that, thankful it was a mid-range price of the selection so you hadnât needed the entirety of Cloudâs gil pouch.
âIâll pay you back as soon as I can â I promise.â
Cloud shrugs, as usual.
--
You swing at the tower of boxes youâd assembled in the middle of the wasteland, trying to be precise and knock out the one in the middle, but as soon as you release the momentum you nearly lose your balance, missing entirely. If you were in combat, it wouldâve been a pathetic sight to behold. Thankfully, you were the only one to wit-
âHi.â
You jump, spinning on your heels to face the blonde mercenary, holding your blade aloft in a defensive stance to an unimpressed face.
âCloud! Hi.â Your heart is pounding at his sudden arrival â how could you not have heard him approaching? You lower your blade to rest on the floor. âSorry, did I wake you when I left?â
âNo, I couldnât sleep so I heard you leave.â He folds his arms, looking a little displeased. âYou shouldnât be out here on your own, you know? Itâs not safe.â
âI wanted to get some practice in, thatâs all.â You look down at the sword in your hand in demonstration. âThereâs been no more wererats here since you cleaned out the nest either, so itâs safe enough.â
âItâs not just fiends Iâm talking about.â
Thatâs true â unfortunately, you werenât a complete stranger to the troopers that often patrolled the slums. All it took was one to recognize your face and youâd be dragged to Shinra HQ faster than you could blink.
âI really need to get used to the weight, though. Barret wants to strike any day and-â
âFine. Iâll spar with you.â
You werenât expecting that. âReally?â
âWhy not?â He reaches back for his sword, before swinging it out in front of him playfully. âUnless youâre scared.â
You bite your lip in a smile. âBring it on, Strife.â
Cloud holds back at first, acting more as a training dummy for you to swing at. He doesnât even need to deflect any of your blows at the beginning, but as you become familiar with the weight and how the new blade swings, finally he starts to raise his sword in return, the sound of metal clashing echoing through the air before one firm blow sends you toppling back, the Buster Sword now inches above your neck.
âBetter.â He pulls back his sword and offers you his hand, which you gratefully accept, bracing yourself for his strength this time to avoid what had happened that afternoon. âTry again.â
Youâre not sure how much time passes like that, but steadily your confidence in your weapon grows and it turns into a proper sparring bout, both giving it your absolute all. As your blades clash, crossed in front of each otherâs faces, you risk a smile at the blonde merc. Suddenly, Cloudâs forearms lose their tension, meaning you get an upperhand you were not expecting. You swing your sword out to the right and fall forward, Cloud toppling backwards, his sword to his right, and his head smacking into the ground as you fall on top of him.
âOh⊠Shiva,â you gasp, heart pounding, your thighs somehow straddling around his. âAre you hurt?â
Cloud doesnât reply, staring up at you in bemusement as he tries to catch his breath.
âCloud?â You lean down, planting your hands either side of his head for balance.
He lifts his head, suddenly, and presses a kiss to your lips.
Your arms go limp and you drop into his embrace, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you close as you return the kiss, lifting a hand to cup his cheek, fingers curling into his blonde hair, blissfully lost in the moment until there is an odd, inhuman sound from behind you.
Cloud sits bolt upright, twisting you as he does so youâre sat in his lap, one arm still wrapped tightly around your waist and, somehow, the Buster Sword back in his other hand as he holds it out in defense.
A cat sits a few meters in front of the two of you, flicking its tail back and forth curiously. You feel his muscles relax beneath your touch at the realization. You get to your feet then, grabbing your blade as you do so and securing it against your back. Though you feel flustered, you canât turn down the opportunity to offer Cloud an assisting hand this time.
To your delight, he accepts, somehow twisting it as he stands in order to intertwine your fingers within his.
âWe⊠We, er, should get back.â He mumbles.
âYeah, I guess so.â
He leads you back through the tunnel, silently, fingers still laced, and back towards Stargazer Heights. You climb the stairs together before he brings you to a stop outside your door, hesitating. Your stomach twists â does he regret what happened? Are you just to wake up tomorrow morning and it will feel like nothing but a dream?
A firm squeeze of your hand brings you back to the present, as if he could read your thoughts. âIâve been thinking about that for a while.â Cloud whispers, cautious of his voice carrying through the neighboursâ door. âItâs⊠unfortunate that we were interrupted.â
You place a hand on your door handle and smile, coyly. âWould you like to come in?â
Cloud smirks. âDo you have any pets?â
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said she wanted five guys she aint talkin about burgers
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"... and eddie brock arrived late for work that day."
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âHave you ever wondered where weâll get married?â
Your question comes out of nowhereânot much catches Sukuna off guard, but this question manages to make him pause. His eyes donât leave the screen of his phone, thumb swiping along as he sits beside you. You drag a finger along his tattooed arm, grinning as he clicks his teeth.
âWho said I want to marry you?â He grunts.
You smile wider. Itâs a knowing, amused little thing that stretches over the contours of your face like you know better. (You do. Sukuna is better at lying than telling the truth, but youâre even better at picking apart every little fib for the honesty he doesnât want you to know. You wonder if he realizes that.)
âWho else would you marry?â You snort, âthat girl from the convenience store? She has the hots for you, yâknow.â
You nudge him with your shoulder, biting back a laugh when his lips curl into an almost irritated sneer as he scoffs. âSheâs ugly.â
âHarsh,â you pretend to wince in sympathy, âthen the waitress at that cafe? Donât tell me you havenât noticed her eye your tattoos.â
âToo fuckinâ whiny. Her voice makes my eardrums bleed.â
You can count on one hand the number of people Sukuna toleratesâand yes, itâs important to note that he tolerates people. He doesnât really like anyone. He likes you, though. Youâre a little confident about that because when your fingers slip under his shirt to glide against his bare chest, he lets you. He leans into it, too.
Itâs because he likes you.
âOh!â You gasp, snapping your finger like youâve just thought of the perfect idea, âthat girl from the bakery? She gives you free stuff all the time. I love it when I get to eat free bread, donât you?â
âNo. Sheâs a pushover. Itâs pathetic.â
âWeâll never get you a wife at this rate,â you sigh dramatically, shaking your head. You look almostâalmostâsaddened by the idea. And then you perk up, âwhat about we search for a husband for me, instead? How about that guy fromââ
âWhat the fuck are you on about?â He turns his head to glare at you. Heâs annoyedâyou can tell because his eyes are narrowed and his jaw is clenched. You can also tell because his heart is beating under your hand. One thump after the other. Faster, faster.
âWell I have to find someone if you wonât do it,â you pout. âI want a wedding in Okinawa. Know any guys who donât mind getting married in Okinawa?â
âNo,â he growls. His heart is still beating. Faster, faster.
âThen Iâm doomed,â you collapse against the couch, theatrically draping an arm over your face as you woefully add, âmy big fat Okinawa wedding dreams broken. What everââ
âEnough,â he hisses. He grabs your hand, inspects the fingers for a moment before casually tossing it back onto your lap as he mumbles, âyou can have your stupid wedding if it shuts you up. And donât talk to that guy ever again.â
And then heâs back to scrolling through his phone, thumb gliding across the screen as you curl into his side with a satisfied grin. Sukuna doesnât like anyone. He could make a list of all the reasons why.
It all boils down to the fact that none of them are you.
âPerfect,â you say excitedly, âweâll get married in Okinawa, then. Here are the rings I had in mindâpay attention, okay?â
sometimes you just have to gaslight your feral bf into marriage, you know?
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