#“i could take you apart with one blow”

[sumbarbietingz]

Brats give the best head.

(This is a repost since mf tumblr flagged it)

"Mmpphh. Mmpphhmp... Chu'kna..."

"Don't talk with your mouth full brat... it's rude you know that?"

Sukuna says between grunts, while you're bobbing up and down on one of his abnormally thick cocks, as you're stroking with both hands the other that has been drenched with saliva. You know, most people don't usually suck on a 13 inches penis easily, especially when there are two of them, not to mention the girth. But most people aren't Ryomen Sukuna's little brat. You can't count how many times he punished you with them after an argument or for simply talking back. It came to a point where all your holes took the shape of his twins, expanding them so you could be ruined for other men for good. This is what he planned since the day he met you. And the girl who struggled to go all the way down is gone. You're now sucking him like a pro, twisting your head and hands in ways that make him growl. You go up and down with ease, making the nastiest, most animalistic groans and slurping sounds that you know drive the King of Curses insane. Of course, your soft and plump pink and brown lips wrapped around him and sliding with ease adds some sensations. But aside from the amazing feeling you're giving him, what he loves the most is the slutty, dirty look you’re always giving him. Your hollowed cheeks as you take him in your mouth, your nose heavily running like you are a 2 yo old on a cold day, your face fresh with tears and smeared makeup and covered with saliva, these lusty, fuck me eyes you’re giving him while making bubbles of spit on his large cock feels like heaven. But Sukuna is a greedy man. He pushes your head, increasing the slurping noises and his pleasure.

“Fuuuuuuuck brat. Taking my cocks like the goooood whore that you are… trained my bratty girl so well…” You hum in confirmation, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through him. He hisses and groans but almost loses it once he feels you playing with his huge drenched balls and gooch. Now he’s moaning, it’s music to your ears. He stops pushing your head to grip your coils with one hand, his claws scratching your scalp as his other hands grip the bedsheets, threatening to tear them apart. You look him in the eyes as you’re bobbing your head up and down, stroking his other dick with one hand while massaging his wet balls and gooch with the other. You let more and more saliva drip down his length, the slurps and gagging sounds increasing as you go deeper and faster. You notice your king drooling and heavily breathing as you’re sucking his soul. So you decide to switch cocks, making a real mess on him and your face. You suck one and suck on the other all while keeping your drenched hands busy. Sukuna bites his lips so hard he might draw blood, he’s getting closer and closer to the edge, you’re making him feel so good he feels like he’s going to explode. You’re so nasty and disgusting, he has never seen anyone like you before, and that’s exactly what he wanted. You can hear the sheets getting torn out by his claws from how tightly he’s gripping them.

“Y/n, I- I’m gonna…. I'm gonna c-cum…” Then that’s when you decide to deliver the final blow. Your tongue starts licking his frenulum fervently, one hand massages the tip of his other cock, and the other is now only focused on his gooch. He can barely talk anymore. He groans so loudly the sound resonates in the entire room. He shoots his salty cum right in your mouth, so you close it to feel everything and not waste a single drop of it. You feel the warm sticky semen dripping on your hand from his other cock. While you suckle on his tip a little, you look at him, his red eyes half lidded and see how out of breath he is, this look of bliss he got on his face. You take him out of your mouth to swallow his cum and lick what he has spilled on your hand. Then you pull out your pink tongue to show him that you swallowed everything. He hums softly, slowly catching his breath, and grabs your wet cheeks with one hand, admiring your state. Your cheeks covered in saliva, your wet lips, your fucked up makeup… now he wanna see you fucked out and boneless.

“Good girl. Always pleasing me. Seems like you deserve a reward, don't you?” You nod eagerly, already anticipating what’s coming. “Yes Sukuna~”

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[takes1]

imagine: aone has big feelings

details. fem!reader / fluffy-feel good fic / emotional pay-off / nfsw themes / mutual virginity / established relationship / communication / nervous virgin!aone / confident virgin!reader / inspired by 'damn u on the edge of the bed u bout to fall off' sound / 600 words

aone is kind and considerate to a fault.

he pulls you in. one big, swift, easy motion because he knows exactly how little effort he needs to give in order to move you the way he likes. his intention is so pure, just to rest his weary head on your soft chest and, maybe if you let him, fall asleep for a minute or two.

he was looking forward to head scratches, listening to the fluttery beat of your heart, taking in your smell at the end of a long day.

but the back of your t-shirt-- or his t-shirt -grossly oversized, not equipped to stay on- catches on the rustled sheets.

you squeak out in surprise, and his vision fills with the raw, delicate sight of your bare chest. your forearms fly up, squishing your tits together, but in a split-second, you decide not to cover up.

aone does it for you. he squeezes his panicked eyes shut, face filling with embarrassment, and forces his shirt back down.

"ohh- baby," you coo and try to reach for him, reassure him, but receive a head shake in return.

"it's okay!"

he retreats. not fast, but in a determined, i-will-not-be-moved type of way. he carefully moves your leg away as he sits up and curls forward, elbows on his knees, hands covering his entire face.

you lay with your legs apart, resting back on your elbows with a pout.

he's just sitting on the edge of the bed, and you don't need to see his face to know that he's got the most severe blush you've ever witnessed.

the back of his neck is deep red, the tips of his ears are radiating heat, once you go to lean all of your weight on his back.

you blow on one ear, soft, and earn a shudder.

"hmm-- baby bear," you purr, "i don't mind."

aone shudders again.

he won't let up. his heel is tap-tap-tapping on the floor, making one of his legs bounce, and it makes both of your bodies shake in subtle tandem.

the worst part is that you can't physically make him move. he's a brick wall, immovable, and steady no matter which way or what body part you tug at.

"i promise," was another sad, failed attempt.

exasperated, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and start to kiss at his neck. something, anything, to get him to talk or move. the muscles in his firm neck twitch and shake under your tongue and teeth, his breath huffier and shallow.

he muttered something unintelligible.

you stopped immediately and swung your weight forward to hear him better, under his palms, "hm?"

"i'm sorry."

with a feeling that it wasn't all he was trying to get out, you stayed very still and waited a few moments longer.

"you're so beautiful--,"

it was small, and quiet- you hugged your arms around him with a comforting squeeze, melting, with an appreciative hum.

his breath hitched and you paused. you could feel the beat of his heart, rapid, and his breathing became more sporadic, like he was silently gasping.

was he crying?

together for six months, and you hadn't seen him cry yet.

he was crying, you could tell by the way he could barely get his words out, "i'm just-- not r-eady for that."

"ohmygosh- that's-- totally fine, taka, i know- i know-i know," you stumbled over your words and the sheets on the rushed and un-ready mission to properly hug him.

by the time you made it to stand in front of him, he was ready to pull you into his crushing embrace. he pushed his wet face into your shoulder and sniffled. his palms, wrapped around your sides, were soaking wet with tears.

your arms around his shoulders let you rub some reassuring patterns into his hair.

maybe it had more to do with the tough day, or the fact that this caught you both off-guard, but you respected his need to take things very slowly regardless of reason.

his breathing is just shaky as he no longer needs to sob- he sniffles again, rubbing his face against your shoulder to calm himself down.

a big, big, sigh, "i love you so much."

it was like you were getting completely overstimulated, in the best way. you loved that he got to see your tits, that he was comfortable enough to cry around you, and he was the first to say it.

"i love you too," was an easy, instant reply.

it felt natural coming out of your mouth. you pressed a short kiss to his hairline and put your cool palms over his warm face. you deliver a few more pecks to his burning forehead.

his sniffly, small chuckle at your affection was so low, and scratchy, and full of relief.

links. longer, sluttier haikyuu. my other imagines. my masterlist. requests open.

notes. idk what this is but IIII liked it. i love him!!! i just feel like he's the biggest sweetie ughhh i wish more people shared in the love. big, stoic, scary but sweet? are you kidding me ahhh!

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[rayhalloffame]

Carmen Berzatto x reader

Carmy gives you some help when hosting a dinner party

The phone is propped up on the kitchen counter, Carmen’s calm voice coming through the speakers. It’s a recording of him preparing a dish that you’re replicating for some friends who will be joining you at your apartment tonight. It’s not that you can’t cook, you just need very specific instructions, and visual aids always help. Carmen prepared this dish at The Bear last week for family, just so he could make the tutorial for you. He even stocked your pantry with the proper ingredients.

You’re stirring the pot on the stove, and you swear you only glanced away for 2 seconds but when you look up, Carmen is dicing an onion and the pot has a lid on it. “There’s onions in this?” you wonder aloud. You remove the sauce to a cool burner so you can catch up. You send a picture of the diced onions to Carm when you’re done. The vegetable is just shy of a dice but you’re not as swift with the knife as Carmy is.

To: Bear

are these small enough that anne won’t notice? she hates onions

You return to the video to address the contents in the pot. On screen, Carmen collects the onion on his knife, removes the lid of the pot, and dumps the dice in. You’re ready to follow suit but when you glance inside the stainless steel, what was once smooth and buttery looks chunky with split oil and water. You take a picture and send it just as Carmen responds to your initial text.

From: Bear

should be ok

Then a FaceTime call comes through from him. His brow is creased so deep it might leave a permanent indent. “What’d ya do?” He’s looking very closely at his screen though you haven’t flipped the camera yet. You huff, sitting the phone back on the counter while you try to will the mixture into coming together. “Lemme see,” Carmen interrupts your vigorous mixing.

Reluctantly, you pick the phone up and reverse the camera to show the traitorous sauce. “I left it for like 3 minutes max, Carm,” you whine.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs, scrubs at his forehead with his hand. He looks over his shoulder at what you remember is an engagement party that booked out the restaurant into the early evening. “I’ll cook,” he says when he looks back at the screen.

You flip the camera back to yourself and give him a puzzled look. “You’re there until at least 7. I know you’re making a late appearance but I don’t want you to have to cook after your long day.” You set the phone on the spice rack that hangs near the stove so he can see you and the food. “Just tell me how to fix it.”

Carmen laughs through his nose. “There’s no fixing that.” He chuckles again at the glare you send him through the screen. “I would love nothing more than to make dinner for our friends. Just put out a charcuterie board or somethin’ until I get there.” He watches you tilt your head in contemplation, still mixing the sauce futilely. When you relent with a sigh he gives you a lopsided grin. “Did well, baby. See ya in a bit.”

Hours later you’re sat with your friends in the living room, chatting and laughing over meats and cheese. Despite the very welcomed presence of your loved ones, you can’t help but focus on Carmen, towel thrown over his shoulder and arms flexing while he works in the kitchen. He contributes to conversations every now and again, laughing to himself when someone says anything particularly funny. You gravitate towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind where he stands at the stove. “Food’s almost done,” he comments.

You hum, press a kiss to his shoulder. “Thanks for this.”

Carmen dips a spoon in the pot and blows on it before bringing it to your mouth to taste. You hum in satisfaction. “Course, angel.” He moves his body sideways and breaks the circle of your arms to wrap a bicep over your shoulder and tug you into him. He kisses the crown of your head then shoos you from the kitchen. The food is done soon, and you let Carmy pretend the flush in his cheeks is from the wine, rather than the shy pride from everyone singing his praises.

[offensiunculaee]

eddie helps you through the worst migraine you've ever had

part two of my mini migraine series!

cw: migraines (duh), crying, hospital mention

author's note: this is a retelling of the worst migraine I ever had. I'm thankful that I wrote it all down for my neurologist because those notes really helped me. And again, thank you @munson-blurbs and @corroded-hellfire for reading this through and telling me how it looked.

For all things considered, your day had started off pretty good. 

It was the first real spring day so you both decided to take a walk around town and did some shopping. Eddie stopped at the local game shop and picked up some new miniatures for Hellfire and you grabbed a new pair of dice, a beautiful set with koi fish that caught your eye immediately. Yogi almost knocked over a display with his tail from how hard he was wagging it. After that you all got lunch and ate outside, enjoying the buzz of the downtown area. The weather was perfect, allowing you to finally go out without a sweatshirt and all the trees and flowers were blooming. 

On the way home, you stopped by the local dog park and let Yogi off his leash to really tire him out. You and Eddie sat down on a bench and watched him run around in circles and play with other dogs. There were multiple times where the dog would run over to you with a tennis ball in his mouth. You weren’t sure where he got it from but you still threw it for him. Other times he’d just come over and jump up on either one of you to get some love from you guys. Soon he would be too big to comfortably hold on your lap so it was important to cherish these little moments while you still could. Once Yogi jumped off and ran to chase another dog, Eddie leaned over to whisper, “He’s definitely your kid, he always needs attention” into your ear. You turn to him and scoff before punching him in the arm. 

“Shut up! He’s my kid? He’s got your energy levels and chaotic personality!” Your boyfriend leans back in with a chuckle to wrap an arm around you, rubbing one of your arms to stave off the chill that hit you both from the breeze. The wind was blowing Eddie’s hair around and the afternoon sun was starting to shine onto both of you, making his beautiful brown eyes almost glow. 

Eddie stops to think for a moment before responding, “Well, he snores like you.” 

You raise your eyebrows at the accusation but immediately hit back with, “Ok well he has your eyes and hair color. Can’t deny that, can we?” The metalhead sits there for a moment in contemplation, trying to come up with some witty response that could surely beat yours. His eyebrows are knitted and his mouth tightens into a thin line. 

The barking from all the dogs around fills the silence as Eddie spends a solid ten or fifteen seconds thinking before he replies, “Ok, you got me there… but he’s still your son! You’re the one who brought him home!”

A hand reaches up to scratch at his head after you roll your eyes and he just rests his head on your shoulder. You all spend a total of 45 minutes there, just enjoying each other's company like you always do and letting Yogi exhaust himself. He sends a video of Yogi play-fighting with a much larger German Shepherd to Uncle Wayne with the caption ‘your grand-nephew’, earning a laugh from both of you when he promptly replies ‘that child is 100% yours’.

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The walk home wasn’t too difficult apart from a faint throbbing on the right side of your head - it’s not entirely unusual but it’s still uncomfortable.. You attribute the pain to the sun that was shining in your face for the better part of an hour and possible dehydration so Eddie graciously lends you his sunglasses, seeing as you left yours at home and, in his words, “They look much better on you anyway.” He takes note of your change in behavior, initially seeming very upbeat and talkative, but you get more quiet as the walk goes on. Fifteen minutes and two Excedrin later, you two finally arrive home and Yogi jumps onto the couch for his much-needed afternoon nap. Eddie is hanging up the dog’s leash after opening some of the windows to let in some fresh air. While he’s doing that, you shuffle past him and go into your bedroom and into the top drawer of your bedside table. He hears you moving bottles around until you pull out the large bottle of Advil to pop two blue pills into your mouth followed by a gulp of water. The pain has intensified and spread from beyond the side of your head and down to your forehead. It’s also making you feel lightheaded so you decide it’s best to just lay down for a bit before it gets any worse. You silently approach him from behind, the sound of your slippered feet the only sign of your approach and as you place a light kiss on his cheek. He instinctively turns around to look at you, smiling at first until he gets a good look at your face. He sees one of your eyes has begun to droop and you seem less lively than before, only giving him a forced smile that he has learned to see right through. His hands cradle your face, his own now marred with concern. You break the silence with a strained, “I’m going to go lay down for a while, I’m not feeling good.” Eddie nods in understanding and follows you to the bedroom where you’ve already drawn the blackout curtains shut. 

The first thing you do is change out of your clothes and once you’ve climbed back into bed you take another pill, something much stronger that you tend to reserve for your more intense episodes. Eddie is standing there at the foot of the bed and asks, “Do you want to be alone or do you want me to stay with you?” If this were earlier on in your relationship, Eddie might assume you wanted him there with him because you’d asked him previously, but he learned that sometimes you’d rather be alone while you wait for the attack to subside. It was nothing against him, it was just that you weren’t feeling good and didn’t want him to see you in that state all the time. This time you shake your head no and put your head down on the pillow. You’re suddenly hit with the scent of Eddie, a mix of his sandalwood scented shampoo, his cologne, and even a little bit of his aftershave. It’s the perfect combination of scents that always put you at ease so you scoot closer to his side of the bed to take it all in.

Thirty minutes pass and you aren’t feeling any better. In fact, you’re starting to feel worse. The pain has increased to the point that you’re now hyperventilating and whimpering. The pain is less throbbing and more of a sharp, stabbing sensation. You remember a headache that made you shoot out of bed and almost scream, feeling like someone just took an icepick and shoved it into the front of your head. It lasted maybe 15 seconds but you had never felt pain like that before. Your doctor said you should have gone to the hospital for that, claiming it could have been a possible aneurysm. Well, this migraine was somehow worse than that. Your whimpering soon turned to crying. It’s quiet at first, inaudible to Eddie reading over in the living room with Yogi’s head on his lap. You’re about an hour and a half into the attack where you can no longer take the pain alone and call out, “Eddie?”, but the closed door prevents him from hearing it. You try again, this time louder and trembling, “EDDIE PLEASE I NEED YOU”.

Eddie jumps up out of his place on the couch, accidentally waking the slumbering dog up in the process. His book is abandoned as he rushes into the bedroom and over to your trembling form. Your eyes are wide open with tears. You’re laying on your side in the fetal position, clutching at the bedsheets. Your boyfriend crawls onto the bed so he’s hovering over you. You don’t move your head but at least you make eye contact with him, your voice still quivering and still increasing in volume as you beg him to make the pain stop. Eddie is shushing you and attempting to get you to control your breathing and eventually calm down, but that only turns into you hyperventilating more. The hyperventilating only makes the pain worse which in turn makes you cry again which makes your head throb even more. It’s an endless cycle which neither of you know how to stop. The bed creaks as Eddie moves to partially lay beside you so your eyes meet. He takes one of your hands and squeezes it, cooing, “Sweetpea, you need to calm down. Crying is only going to make it worse.” 

You immediately yell back, “I KNOW!” before groaning and rolling onto your back with your face in your hands. Eddie is dumbfounded. He has never seen you like this before. Hell, in all the time he’s been with you while you had migraines he barely even saw you cry let alone become hysterical.

His thoughts are interrupted by your wavering voice again. “Eddie I can’t feel my leg, why can’t I feel my leg.” His face turns from worried to scared, shooting up right away. He wasn’t a doctor, but that did not sound normal. This was a completely new symptom. Seconds later, you cry out, “Eddie I can’t feel my arm either please help me.” He doesn’t say anything, instead getting up off the bed and rushing to your drawer to grab another pill. He grabs your water and manages to help you take the pill and drink it in hopes that maybe a second pill will do the trick. Eddie watches you and goes over his options in his head. Does he call your mom? She gets migraines too, so maybe she knows what to do. Maybe your neurologist? No, he doubts they’ll be able to do anything. He realizes there’s only one real option, one you’ve turned down every time your migraines get really bad.

“Honey, do you want to go to the hospital?”

You shake your head in between sobs and Eddie immediately takes action. He gets you your sandals, the easiest shoes for him to  get on your feet, and helps you up. You’re wobbling with tears running down your face. As you’re about to leave the bedroom, he briefly lets go of you to rush over to the table next to the front door and grab his sunglasses from before. He places them on you and you thank him with a sniffle. Once you two are steps away from the front door, you hesitate. Eddie looks at you with worry and you say, “I… I don’t have a bra on.” Eddie has to remind you that the doctors don’t care and goes back to helping you move. The two of you make your way out the door as fast as you can go, which isn’t much considering your condition. In a moment of panic, Eddie picks you up in his arms and rushes through the halls of the apartment complex and out to the nearest exit. He’s thanking every god there is that you two managed to snag parking spots so close to the entrance. He yanks the passenger side door open and puts you in and buckles you up. He’s in the driver's seat seconds later and begins haphazardly pulling out of the parking spot and towards the exit. Eddie’s mind is filled with potential scenarios on what's going on. Was this a seizure? Your neurologist had you tested for that last year and nothing came up. What if it’s a stroke? A brain bleed? He’s so distracted by his anxieties and getting to the hospital that he doesn’t notice your breathing start to even out and your posture fix itself. You aren’t crying or hyperventilating at all. About thirty seconds into the drive with the exit in sight, you look up and calmly tell him, “It’s over.”

Eddie slams his foot on the break and goes, “WHAT?” and looks at you with bewilderment. He looks past the sunglasses you’re wearing and sees how you seem to have made a completely full recovery. All the medication you took seems to have kicked in all at once. Your mind is clear and it’s like the attack never even happened. “Wait, so do you still need to go to the hospital?” All you do is shake your head and he lets out a giant sigh of relief, no longer clutching the steering wheel and hangs his head now as he begins to calm down and let himself catch his breath. You both sit there and process everything that just happened. Without a word, Eddie turns the car around and drives back to the parking spot. This time you’re able to get out on your own and meet Eddie at the front of the car. He pulls you in for a tight hug. Muffled by your shirt, he says,

“Never do that again, please. I thought you were dying.”

Your face is buried in his chest, and he only hears ‘mm-hmm’ before you let go of him and take off the sunglasses to look up at him. He’s inspecting your face again. You still don’t look the way you did before the attack but you’ve got more life in your eyes. Your eyelids are still drooping but now you just look tired. 

You rub at your eyes and mumble, “Can we go back inside?”

Eddie nods and wraps his arm around you, letting you lean on him as you two walk back into the building. He clocks how drowsy you’re getting - this is normal, something he sees every time you get a migraine. The two of you return to your apartment without speaking with you, taking the lead upon entry and going back to bed. Eddie follows close behind and this time joins you, holding you close and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He was exhausted by the whole event and fell asleep shortly after you did. The only noise that echoed through the apartment was the sound of his snoring and the snoring coming from Yogi the next room over.

[sirjaketkiszka]

Jake Kiszka One Shot: Best Friend’s Brother

When your boyfriend breaks up with you, your head falls on the nearest shoulder; Jake’s.

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Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Mentions of heartbreak, self-doubt, a hint of angst, fear of loneliness, sweet Jake <3, fluff, and that’s all, folks!

(Let me know if I missed any!)

Disclaimer: Apologies for any potential spelling errors and grammar mistakes.

a/n— Here’s to my fluff lovers! Apologies to the individual who requested this one shot nearly three weeks ago, I hope I did your request justice! Shoutout to the beta readers who provided feedback and reassurance so I could finish quicker. Enjoy!! <3

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You had nowhere else to turn.

The tears sting your eyes as they keep falling, blurring your vision while you lift your closed fist, gently pounding on the door of your best friend’s apartment. A moment of doubt passes, realizing how late it is and that you haven’t even bothered to call before showing up unannounced. 

Your body shivers in the cool breeze of the late-summer air, your arms crossing over your chest as you wait patiently, with your back slightly hunched to preserve all remaining body heat. Rushing over here, you hadn’t thought to wear a heavier jacket, and honestly, you didn’t know it would be this cold. Without thinking, you knock again, letting your arms rest at your sides as your fists grip anxiously at nothing. This was a mistake, you thought to yourself.

The surrounding stillness is deafening; a gentle swish of wind blows past, carrying the dewy scent of the quickly approaching fall. In the distance, tires tread across the gravelly roads, the muffled crunch becoming white noise. The melancholy symphony of crickets is a reminder of the sleeping world around you; a reminder that Josh is, in fact, asleep. Reluctantly, you cut your losses, ultimately giving up and taking a mental note to return tomorrow. 

Just as you take a step back from the door, you perk up and stop your movements when you hear the faint footsteps behind the heavy wood. Thank God. 

However, your optimism fades when the door swings open, revealing the last person you would want to see at a time like this. Quickly wiping the streaming tears from your blotched cheeks, you fix your posture, sniffling and peering over his shoulder. You don’t bother to greet him, having all manners fly out the window. 

“Is Josh available?” You rush out.

“No, he’s asleep right now–” Jake’s voice is irritated, understandably so, but his mouth shuts when he dissects your appearance; flushed cheeks, bloodshot eyes, and a nose that would beat Rudolph in a competition. He’s equally disheveled, most likely having just woken up from your knocking. His hair is tousled, and he’s sporting a pair of gray sweatpants and a thoroughly worn t-shirt with a stretched neckline. His eyes are squinting, likely adjusting to the overhead light of the outside hallway. “Is everything okay?” His eyes soften, along with his tone. 

“Oh, um,” You divert your gaze from his watchful eyes, “I’m fine.” You should’ve known Josh would be asleep by now, it’s nearly 3 am and he has work in the morning, but you still feel disappointed by the information relayed. While Josh would 100% want to be woken up, and would willingly stay up until the sun rises, you’re unwilling to put that responsibility on him. If there’s one thing about you, you refuse to be a burden. Sure, Josh has never made you feel like one, but regardless, you’re willing to wait to avoid messing with his sleep schedule.

Jake pulls you from your thoughts, “Are you sure–”

“Just tell him to call me when he wakes up, please.” Cutting him off, you turn away, ready to make a run for the flight of stairs to your right. 

“Hey…” Before you can step away, his fingers wrap around your wrist, halting your movements. “What happened?” His voice is as interrogating as it is concerned, and his face is stern, pushing for more information than you’re willing to give. 

“Just…” Your eyes focus on his unwavering hand, keeping you in place. Hesitating, you consider telling him. “I’d rather speak with Josh– I’m sorry for bothering you this late. You should go back to sleep.”

“Are you sure?” He repeats, “You’re no bother, I promise.”

“I’m sure, Jake.” You dismiss him, unfamiliar with his sudden concern. While you’ve been friends with Josh for years, you and Jake never got around to getting to know each other. So, his insistent apprehensiveness is new to you. It makes you skeptical– unwilling to confide in him, even though you probably should. “It’s nothing, really.” 

“It doesn’t seem like nothing.” His tone is bordering on vexing and his persistence maddens you. Why does he want to know so badly? 

“Jake.” Your voice wavers, attempting to be a warning, but nearly cracking like the front you’ve put on. The warmth of his palm pierces through your already heated skin, and while your thoughts contradict the words that leave your mouth, you haven’t pulled away just yet. “I don’t want to talk about it. Not with you.” 

“I just want to help–”

“I’m fine, Jake!” Your raised voice startles both of you, his eyes wide and mouth parted, unable to respond. With your heart pounding in your chest, your pulse blares in your ears from the rising heat that settles in the crooks of your neck. Silence falls and a tinge of guilt settles in your lower stomach. “I’m sorry, that was… rude of me.”

“No. Don’t apologize.” He shakes his head, dropping your wrist and stepping back a half-step. “I shouldn’t have pried. I’m sorry.”

“Jake–” You step closer, and for a reason you can’t quite place, you don’t want him to leave you just yet. 

“I’ll let Josh know you stopped by.” He’s closing the door now, his eyes locked on yours for a moment before drifting to the floor. 

“Jake, wait.” You plaster your hand against the door, preventing him from closing it. He stops, looks at you, and waits for you to continue. His features are unreadable; relaxed, but simultaneously tense. Letting out a deep sigh, your eyes find the ceiling of the apartment hallway, unable to look him in the eyes. “My boyfriend and I broke up.” 

“Oh,” His face softens, and he opens the door fully again, making your hand drop to your side, “I’m so sorry.” The look on his face disturbs you. It’s a look you never thought you’d receive from him; pity. He actually feels sorry for you. Sure, Jake isn’t a complete asshole, but you’re not close. This is odd. And yet, you feel the comfort radiating off his stature.

“Yeah, well, he broke up with me.” Your name rolls off his tongue in an empathetic whisper from your further elaboration and clear upset in your tone. Without a second thought, Jake steps through the threshold and wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in a consoling hug. The force of his affection causes a small oof to huff out of you, and it takes a moment of initial shock to pass before you reciprocate. Despite the unfamiliarity, you welcome his warmth and feel the tension in your muscles melt as you allow yourself to slump against him. His arms adjust, gently pulling you against him in a firm hold, providing support to your trembling frame. 

Your hands interlock behind him and you take a deep breath, your eyes involuntarily closing as tears threaten to resurface. But, when you inhale deeply, his attractive scent fills your senses and overcomes you. It only adds to his solace; manly, musky, smoky, and vaguely of cinnamon and various spices. You fight the urge to hum when it infiltrates your lungs.

“Come inside.” His voice vibrates against you, pulling you from your racing thoughts. “We can talk about it.” 

“Oh, that’s okay, really.” You chuckle nervously as you lean back to look at him, still holding onto him. He doesn’t let go either. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Please?” He reasons with you, tilting his head, his eyes begging, “At least sleep over and wait until Josh wakes up. You shouldn’t be alone right now.”

The offer is appealing. And he is right— you shouldn’t be alone and certainly don’t want to be. You genuinely enjoy this side of Jake; caring, worrisome, and considerate. It’s not that he’s never been those things before, but he’s simply your best friend’s brother. You question why you never considered being his friend as well.

“Fine. I’ll stay.” It truly didn’t take much convincing. You’d either decline and return to an empty apartment for the rest of the night, or accept and potentially spend time with Jake. It’s better than being alone, so you clearly opted for the latter. 

He smiles softly at your submission, unwrapping his arms from around you, and guiding you into the apartment. Stepping aside to let you walk in, he shuts the door behind you. You’ve been in this apartment thousands of times, some even without Josh present, but you can’t shake the awkward feeling overcoming you. Usually, you and Jake coexist, not acknowledging each other. That’s not an option now, as he steps around you and walks over to the couch, taking a seat. 

“Come here.” He pats the spot next to him.

Without any protest, your body gravitates toward him, sitting next to him with just mere inches of space between the two of you. His eyes are watchful; aware of every micro-expression, muscle twitch, and breathing pattern. You feel… seen.

“Jake, I appreciate you letting me in, but really, you don’t have to do this.” You assure him, letting him know there’s still a way out of this conversation. “I’m okay with waiting for Josh.”

“I know I don’t have to… I want to.” His expression is serious, his eyebrows furrowed with determination, to let you know that he’s genuine, “You’re Josh’s best friend and, by extension, I care about you. Josh would do the same.”

He’s not wrong. Josh wouldn’t have let you leave even if you tried to run, though, Jake wouldn’t be that extreme. 

Your shoulders slouch and your bottom lip begins to quiver, remembering the traumatic events that occurred just hours before. It doesn’t take much persuasion for you to pour your heart out to Jake; laying out every single minute detail of your boyfriend— well, ex-boyfriend— breaking your heart.

Jake looks horrified with his eyebrows furrowed and nostrils flared in pure indignation. He doesn’t interrupt you, though. Instead, he silently listens, letting you essentially word vomit. It isn’t until you finish talking that you realize tears have gathered just below your chin from the constant stream leaving your watering eyes. 

“I’m sorry, that was a lot.” You let out a small chuckle, using the sleeve of your sweater to wipe away the trail of tears. 

“Don’t apologize.” He reaches out to rest a hand on your knee. His form of comfort seems to be physical touch—he and Josh are similar in that way. “So, you’ve told me everything, but how are you?”

“I’m—” You have to think for a moment. Angry? Yes. Sad? Absolutely. “Disappointed in myself.” 

“Oh, come here,” His voice is gentle as his hands land on your shoulders and pull you into him. He scooches closer so your head can fall onto his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head. His arms wrap around your shoulders, holding you close, while his hands cradle the back of your head. “Why?” His tone is curious.

“I don’t know, it’s just…” You sigh, closing your eyes and hiccuping into his chest. Great, here come the tears again. The fabric of his shirt soaks every fallen drop, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “What if there was something I could’ve done better?” You whisper.

Jake mutters your name, his arms constricting to hold you in a firmer grip, “Listen to me, him breaking up with you… that is not a you problem. Do you understand?” His low voice rumbles in his chest, emanating a comforting vibrating sensation against your cheek. 

“But—”

“There is no ‘but,’” His stern words cut you off, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him from your immediate defense, “I know you. You’ve been nothing but kind to him. And I know him.” You forget that Jake has met your ex-boyfriend a few times. Mainly through passing, but it never takes anyone long to realize how shitty he was. “He never deserved you.”

“It’s just…” You think of your next words, feeling embarrassed by the vulnerability you’re presenting to Jake. He stays silent, letting you collect your thoughts, and you sigh, “What if he’s right…?” Your trembling voice is barely audible.

“What?” Jake shifts, leaning back so you’ll look at him. His face is blurry, courtesy of the tears that gather on your waterline, but his features are riddled with concern. 

“What if…” You sigh again, and your shoulders slump in a silent sob, “What if no one wants me?” 

It’s a real fear you’ve dealt with for, well, however long you were with your ex. The beginning of your relationship was pure bliss, as all honeymoon phases are. However, by the one-year mark, arguments became a daily routine. Then, your second anniversary came around, and well, you had hoped it would get better. It never did. 

Josh did try convincing you to break up with him. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to notice how unhappy you were with him. However, the longer the relationship lasted, and the more your self-esteem dwindled while being with him, you figured… no one else would ever love you. Not like him. If you can even call it love.

You’ve been out of the dating pool for years now, and the idea of having to restart frightens you. You started dating your ex when you were young, but now that you're fully into adulthood, the dating scene is different. 

“Someone will want you.” Jake’s voice is unyielding. His expression is serious. “And someone is going to love you. The way you should be loved. Okay?”

“Okay…” Surprisingly, his words do provide a sense of relief. He seems so sure when he tells you these things; as if he knows personally that they will happen— like he’ll make them happen.

“Good.” His hands move to the sides of your face, and your pulse quickens when he leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead and placing a soft kiss against the creased skin. The intimate gesture startles you, but a gentle wave of disappointment settles in your gut. What were you expecting? You chalk it up to your overwhelming emotions and incessant need to forget this night ever happened— a night where your heart has been shattered by a man who never deserved the chance to begin with. “Do you want to lay down until Josh wakes up? He’s working an early shift, so he should be awake fairly soon.” Three hours to be exact.

You gently nod, your face still cradled in his hands; they’re soft and warm, despite the callouses that formed as a result of his passion, and they’re just barely applying pressure to your tear-stained cheeks. Lowering his hands, he stands up and waits for you to do so as well. 

“What?” 

“Just follow me, please?” When you hesitantly stand up, he places his hands on your shoulders, shifting you in the direction of the bedrooms and bathrooms down the hall. He guides you toward them— the main bathroom is at the end of the hall. You assume he’s taking you there, so you can freshen up and rid your face of the drying tears. And you’re correct.

Stepping into the bathroom, he turns the light on and you’re met with your reflection. Jeez. Somehow, your hair is a mess and your eyes are beginning to swell from the sheer force of crying. Your overall appearance is… puffy. 

“I look terrible.” You say in disbelief, letting out a pathetic chuckle. 

“Oh, stop it.” He looks at you through the mirror’s reflection, “Sit.” He gestures to the bathroom counter.

Doing as he says, you turn around and hop onto the counter, sitting beside the sink and facing Jake. He steps forward, crouching down into the cabinet beneath the sink, grabbing a washcloth, and soaking it with cold water. You expect him to hand it to you, but he steps before you, standing between your open legs. The position is intimate, and entirely compromising if Josh were to walk in. With pure focus on his face, he brings the washcloth up to one of your cheeks and gently wipes the tear-stained skin. The coldness of the cloth soothes your flushed cheek and your eyes flutter close from how nice it feels. His breathing is shallow and he’s close enough that you can hear the air exhaling from his nose. He continues to the other cheek, making sure to swipe the cloth along your jawline, nose, and chin. You’ll never understand what has warranted such care from Jake, but it’s best not to question it now.

When his actions stop, you open your eyes and nearly jolt when you realize how close he is. His expression is conflicting, and his eyes scan your features, but he steps back when he finally makes eye contact with you. 

“All done.” He clears his throat, giving you enough space to slide off the counter. Turning to look at yourself, your face is much less red, and even a little less puffy. It makes you wonder how many crying girls Jake has had to comfort, and unfortunately, it’s a thought that surprisingly discomforts you. Coming up behind you, his hands gravitate to your hair and his fingers softly run through the strands, being careful not to tug. He flattens any imperfections and pulls it all behind your shoulders, “See? Not terrible at all.”

His eyes catch yours again, and your eyes hold his for a moment before you smile, “Thank you, Jake.” 

“Anytime.” He returns a smile, “How about some sleep?”

“I am pretty tired.” You admit, turning around to face him. Jake nods knowingly, snaking his hand behind you and resting it on your lower back. You’re entirely capable of heading to the couch yourself, but who are you to deny a helping hand? 

Jake guides you out of the bathroom, turns the light off, and walks with you down the hall. You’re sure to be quiet when you walk past Josh’s room, feeling unsettled by the fact that he has no idea you’re even here. While you’re coming closer to the living room at the end of the hall, Jake turns you to his bedroom. Before you can utter a word of protest, you’re walking through the threshold and Jake is flicking the switch to turn on the lamp in the far corner of his bedroom. 

The bedroom is dimly lit– the covers in slight disarray from him leaving his bed to answer the door. Like Jake, his room is dark, comforting, and, for lack of a better word, mysterious. The decorations on the walls and surfaces don’t give away much about him, other than the fact that he’s fascinated by pirates, oddly enough. In the opposite corner of the lamp, there are guitars presented on stands, and an amp just beside them. You’re stunned, feeling as though you’re intruding on a private part of his life. 

To you, your bedroom is your sanctuary. Only a select few are permitted to tread such confidential territory. It’s not like Jake has a “Stay out!” sign attached to his bedroom door, but still, this feels like a rite of passage. A look into his life outside of what you’ve always known.

“Jake—”

“Relax,” he chuckles from behind you, figuring how you might interpret this gesture. “You can stay in here while I sleep on the couch.”

Well, that’s awfully generous. “Jake, that’s kind of you, but you’ve already done so much for me. I can sleep on the couch— I promise it’s fine.”

He waves you off while stepping around to approach the bed, as a way to say “Don’t be ridiculous.” Fixing the covers, he pulls them back and motions to the open spot. “You deserve comfort. Not the couch.”

Your feet shuffle in his direction, gravitating toward the plush mattress. “Okay…” You’re uncertain, but Jake’s expression softens you, “Is it really that comfortable? I’d argue that the couch is pretty damn close.”

“Only one way to find out.” He smirks, happy to see sparks of your snide self coming to the surface. Playfully rolling your eyes, you kick off your shoes and sit on the bed, turning to push your legs under the covers and lay back against the soft mountain of pillows. 

“Oh my…” The words shutter from your lips, genuinely surprised. The sheets are still warm from his previous laying in them, and it only adds to the overwhelming comforting sensation. 

He chuckles, his lips flashing his satisfied smile from your involuntary reaction. 

The air from the pillows and mattress deflates, creating a molding sensation, and hugging your every curve. It’s… heavenly. Perhaps all that crying made your body incredibly sore and tired, but that’s quickly a distant memory when you're practically melting into Jake’s bed. 

Jake pulls the covers over you, engulfing you in a heavy plush comforter that’s saturated with his scent. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you nuzzle deeper into his pillows and grip the edge of the comforter, pulling it up just below your chin.

“What’d I tell you?” He laughs, his eyelids relaxing to admire how comfortable you look in his bed. 

“You were right.”

“Music to my ears.” He teases, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, “Get some sleep, okay?” 

“Okay…” While you can sleep, and you are tired, you hate watching Jake turn to leave, reaching for the light switch and sparing you one more glance. “Jake–” He freezes, his fingers resting on the switch, looking at you over his shoulder. “I’m not tired.” You lie.

“Oh.” His hand falls, and he turns around, stepping toward you, “But you said– Is there something wrong?”

“No, I–” You what? “Can you stay with me?”

“Oh.” He’s at a loss for words. You feel stupid for asking such a question. This entire situation felt unreal; when you came here, you had hoped to confide in Josh, but here you are. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” It was a ridiculous request, he’d never agree. “You don’t have to–”

“I’ll stay. Scoot over.” His words frantically cut you off and his legs move in stride, making you move over quickly. He pulls back the covers and slides in effortlessly. Although, when he settles underneath the comforter, he only leans against the headboard. His legs lay before him, and he peers down at you, “Come here.”

Without thinking, you shift closer, watching him cautiously as he uncovers his lap and pats his thigh. It’s a position you’re familiar with, especially with Josh. The two of you would take turns resting your heads on each other’s lap to rant about various topics. It’s your form of therapy. Though, this feels entirely different with Jake. It is as if you’re entering unknown territory, one you can’t return from.

Still, you rest your head against his thigh, which happens to be pleasantly muscular. It takes a moment before you both relax, silence deafening the room and amplifying your steadying breaths. You hadn’t thought this far before foolishly asking him to stay, but you were unwilling to return to acquaintances with Jake.

“Thank you,” you cut through the silence, your voice quiet, “for being so kind.”

“Of course.” He stares down at you, his eyes settling on the side of your face while your cheek rests against him. You can hear his hand shuffling, although you’re unsure where until you feel his soft touch glide along your hair, pushing the strands back from your face. The act is soothing, your eyes closing to revel in the feeling. His fingers drag along your scalp, applying gentle pressure and a quiet hum settles deep within your chest.

Confliction pulls at your thoughts; just hours ago you were being broken up with and now you’re lying in another man’s bed. Truthfully, a man you hadn’t paid much attention to in the past years. To be fair, it was never on purpose. Your ex-boyfriend was never fond of male friendships; Josh was hardly an exception. You silently curse yourself for missing out on Jake. He’s just as sweet and kind as his twin; selfless, generous, and attentive. All traits he’s presented in just one hour. You imagine the years you could’ve spent experiencing it first-hand. If only you hadn’t spent them pushing him away for the sake of your ex. 

“I’m sorry, Jake.” You mumble. 

“Why? For what?” His movements halt, and your eyes open, your head turning to look up at him. His eyebrows are synched, riddled with concern.

“Not being your friend sooner.” You confess, now reflecting on all the times he obviously tried, but you were dismissive. “Listen, if I was ever mean to you–”

“Don’t.” He stops you, shaking his head and resting his hand against the cheek that once rested on his lap. “Don’t do that. You’ll only upset yourself further.” 

“But–”

“There is no ‘but.’” He repeats his earlier phrase. “We’re friends now. We have time.” 

Although he and Josh are certainly twins, they feel so… different. The connection that’s forming with Jake frightens you; it’s unknown and uncharted. With Josh, your friendship was immediate and effortless. With Jake, however, this newfound friendship doesn’t feel very friendly. Something tells you that the way you both say the word “friends,” it’s foreign and not entirely what you want.

Think realistically, you tell yourself. Perhaps sleep deprivation is manipulating your thoughts. For God’s sake, you’re emotionally vulnerable and the wounds are still bleeding. 

“I know, but,” Despite his disapproval of the word, you use it anyway, “we could’ve had more time.” And had Jake been fully integrated into your life sooner… Maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation. Maybe if you had met Jake before him…

“Hey.” his voice softly protests, and he lifts your head from his lap, moving to your level and laying right beside you. He lays face-to-face with you, examining the hills and curves of your face, accentuated by the dim lighting from his warm-toned lamp. He sighs, absently bringing his hand to your face and brushing the loose hair behind your ear, “I promise, it’s okay.” 

You nod, taking his word for it, even though you still feel unease and uncertainty. Sliding his hand just behind your head, he guides you to rest on his chest as he turns onto his back, staring intently at the ceiling. Your cheek molds against him, his body heat reddening the soft flesh, no doubt. Chasing comfort, you sling your arm over his waist and you’re surprised by how natural the position feels. Your leg intertwines with his, settling between them, as his arm wraps around your shoulder. His heart pounds in his chest, and regardless of his calm demeanor, his pulse is racing. 

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

“I wish I knew you were this great sooner.” You laugh weakly against his chest, feeling him pull you in closer. 

“Me too.” He admits with a sigh, subtle disappointment lacing his tone. 

A comfortable silence falls, the only sound being the faint pounding of his heart and gentle exhales through his nose. Your eyelids grow heavy, your mind only focusing on the pattern of his breathing and the beat of his heart. A large yawn overcomes you, and you sigh deeply as it exits your lungs, your eyes settling on the open door. 

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

“The door’s open.” You point out.

“That’s okay.” He turns to follow your gaze.

“What if Josh sees us like this?” With some explanation, he wouldn’t care, but a heads-up wouldn’t hurt either. You can only imagine how disconcerting it’ll make Josh feel if he were to walk in on his best friend cuddled up with his twin brother. If you had given it more thought, and hadn’t let your emotions dictate your every decision tonight, you would’ve been more cautious. However, Jake shuts down that thought. 

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. I’m not moving.” He decides, and when you look up at him, his eyes are closed. You decide to do the same, paying attention to the way his heart rate slows as he relaxes and, in turn, relaxes you. Jake’s arm holds you firmly, and your hand slides from his waist to his chest, resting against the solid flesh. Sleep follows shortly and engulfs you both in a comforting embrace.

Thump-thump.

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Jealousy! Jealousy! [NSFW]

Oncology student! Frat VP! Jealous Suguru x F Reader [part of Holiday Hoes! series]

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Synopsis: While out gift shopping with Suguru for a belated holiday gift for a certain white haired man, you can't help but notice the annoyed behavior of your best friend. He's distant and cold leaving you confused and irritated. All the while, he's forced to spend his Friday afternoon watching you so carefully picking out a gift for his best friend when the two of you could be doing anything else. It's dumb to crush on his friend, and even dumber to silently mope while wishing you would finally pay attention to man next to you-- especially considering he's oblivious that you feel the same way. 

Tags: friends to lovers, frat AU!, Suguru is a panty thief, hopeless pining, Shoko is in on it, some angst [you guys get into a fight], Suguru calls reader a slut, mentions of self insecurity, Suguru has tongue piercing, public makeout, hickies galore, sucking on titties, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, public sex, dressing room shenanigans, p in v, no condom, creampie, doggy position, premature ejaculation, established relationship at end, everyone knows y'all did it, reference to potential round 2, 18+, MDNI

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[essentially porn with plot haha]

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The interior of Suguru and Satoru’s shared apartment is a warm haven from the winter storm that roars outside; wind howls as the snow falls steadily coating the roads and sidewalks. Snacks and soft drinks litter the coffee table in the living room as Shoko cracks a window open to blow the smoke from her cigarette outside and away from the group.

An old horror movie plays on the TV, one Choso had picked out citing the choice as a recommendation from Yuji, as you sit on the couch next to Suguru scrolling absentmindedly on your phone. Your feet are thrown in a comfortable position diagonally over his lap as a throw blanket covers you both. It’s the same position the two of you usually sit in whenever you happen to be over. 

Despite being in their shared apartment, Satoru is out assisting Megumi with reviewing material for a gen-ed requirement bio class while the small group waits for his return; the evening plan was to drink at your usual pub in a few hours.

“Ah, shit…” you mumble quietly, leaning your chin into the collar of your quarter-zip jacket and biting slightly on the zipper. 

Choso looks up from his position on the floor while going through a few potential board games to play and raises an eyebrow. “Hm? What’s up?”

Tossing the phone onto your upper chest, you lean back into the couch and throw your hands up in a long stretch. “I forgot to get Satoru’s stupid Christmas gift.”

“The holidays passed weeks ago. You need one now?” Shoko questions, blowing the last few puffs of smoke out of the window before shutting it firmly. 

A few complaints and groans escape your lips instead of actually formulating a response, and Suguru chuckles while dodging your outstretched hand that’s thrown haphazardly in the air from your stretch. He takes your wrist and pushes it back into your lap before pivoting slightly to grab his drink from the table and shooting you a look to explain. 

“Ah, it’s for your family dinner thing right?” Choso asks while he remains peering at the rules printed underneath the box of Monopoly in his hands.  

“Mmm, yea. I totally forgot it was this weekend.”

Suguru keeps his eyes on your face but remains silent; everyone knew you and Satoru were close family friends yet the man at your side never made an effort to point it out.  

Taking a sip from his beverage, he leans down closer next to you on the sofa and examines your contorted face. “I didn’t hear about this dinner from either one of you…”

“It was last minute– the Gojo family rescheduled a few times since they went on vacation for the new year. This weekend was open so they just confirmed the restaurant reservation a few hours ago.”

Shoko nods as she crouches next to Choso to sort through a few potential card games. “And you forgot to buy a gift so now you gotta get one.”

You bring your arms down to cross your chest with a sullen sigh in confirmation; Suguru sits forward to place his drink back on the table and shakes his head in disapproval slightly. 

“On top of that, I have nothing to wear– the place it’s booked at looks super fancy.” You pause and sit upright, eyeing the woman on the floor. “Hey, lend me that dress you wore to the fall semester formal.”

Shoko shoots you a half smile. “No way– if I give you that, I’ll never see it again.”

Before you can sputter a response in defense, Suguru chuckles at your side and regains your attention. “I’ve seen your closet y/n. You definitely have something in there.”

“Yea, but nothing good.”

He raises an eyebrow but keeps the familiar smirk on his lips. He’s been in your room a million times before, all for platonic reasons so far; he knows you have more than enough clothes to wear something to this dinner.

“What about the dress you wore to the fall formal, the burgundy one?” He asks, gaze lingering on your lips a moment too long before peeling them to look back at your eyes.

“Nobara spilt some wine on it and the stain won’t come out. So I need new clothes.”

It’s an exaggeration, you do have other dresses, but most were either mini-mini meant for nightclubs or sundresses for the beach. Silently, you pull up the nearby mall directory of shops to scan through if any might have a few potential winter dresses still for sale; Suguru lifts the arm that was resting behind you on the couch to hold his chin as he watches. 

“Shokooo, come with me to the mall,” you propose while remaining absorbed in your phone.

She points to a box of Jenga in Choso’s hands and nods in approval at his selection. “Nope,” she adds with a pop of the ‘p’. “I have to pick up Utahime from her part time job in an hour.”

Choso meets Shoko’s glance and raises an eyebrow when she winks knowingly at him; it takes a few moments to understand the implication. “O-Oh, I also can’t go. Yuji is with Nobara at the movie theater across town… so I have to pick them up…?”

You’re so engrossed in your phone that you don’t pay attention to the way Choso works out his questionable excuse slowly to gauge Shoko’s approval of his statement. After a few moments you look up and blink at both of them; Suguru is glaring at the two.

“Oh, that’s fine. Sugu–”

“He’s free!” Shoko interrupts while pouring the wooden bricks onto a clear opening of the table; Choso immediately assists in building a tower.

The man beside you grumbles before pulling out his own cellphone to check the time. “I guess I can take you. Satoru’s gonna be busy until 7… so you can’t linger in all the shops.”

“When have I ever–?” You pause and purse your lips when all three of them shoot you a knowing look. Raising your hands in defeat, you swing your legs off his lap and stand up. “Ok, ok, duly noted. Now come on, we’re burning daylight.”

Suguru sighs slightly, but doesn’t fight the way you pull him to his feet and shuffle him to the door. Winter coats are thrown on while the other two continue building a wooden block tower; Shoko leans over to whisper in Choso’s ear who seemingly comes to an epiphany before staring between you and Suguru. 

You narrow your eyes at both of them and wrap a knit scarf around your neck while Suguru fishes around in the small basket by the front door for his car keys. Shoko shimmies up to lean on the edge of the couch.

“Have fun you two~”

Flipping her off, Suguru twirls his keys around his other hand and opens the door; the two of you making your way down the elevator and out of the lobby to his sleek black Audi parked in front. The ignition starts and he lets it run for a few minutes to let the engine warm up as you get situated in the passenger seat.

Everything is the same as it was when you last rode with him– it always was. The seat is still reclined to your preferred position, your residual hair ties and bobby pins sit in the car door basket, an old scrunchie is wrapped around the gear shifter, and even forgotten bracelets and rings sit in the console cup holders. 

You ‘oooo’ when you find your missing class ring from undergrad and slide it on your right ring finger. “You know, I’m surprised the girls you bring in here don’t get pissed off and leave right away.”

Suguru looks up from queuing his Spotify songs and tilts his head. “What do you mean? Is the air freshener bad…?”

While yes, sometimes it smelled like a mix of smoke from the sessions he and his friends occasionally had in the car, the luxury Diptyque car fresher hid them nicely. 

“No, it’s just that all my stuff is scattered around here.”

Suguru blinks and hums slightly before starting his music queue and putting the car in reverse to begin the drive. “Oh, I mean… I guess maybe that would happen.”

Curious to see what else you’ve left in his car, you loosen the slack on your seatbelt and peer into the back seat; Suguru is careful to avoid the potholes as you stretch over the console to dig around behind his chair. It’s mainly clean except for a few coins, parking tickets, and pens until a fabric strap gets your attention.

“Aha! You had my gym bag this whole time?” You snatch the university branded duffle bag and pull it into your lap. “I was arguing with Satoru for days about this– I can’t believe you had it.”

Suguru coughs slightly and peers down at it before reverting his gaze to the street and entering the highway. With excitement, you unzip the bag and dig through the contents you’re happy to be reunited with.

Sound-proof ear buds, insulated metal water bottle, perfume, and at least 2 sets of clothing are all neatly stored here; Suguru is adjusting the volume of the music when you dig through a bit more.

He glances down at your face through the corner of his eye and sucks in his bottom lip before smoothly changing lanes. “Everything alright there?”

You furrow your brows and pull clothing to the side in focus. “Huh? Oh yea…. Just missing something…”

Your underwear. 

You're nearly 100% positive there should be at least 2 pairs in here. There’s always a set of dirty gym clothes and clean casual clothes tucked in this bag, and for whatever reason all other garments are here except your panties. 

Weird. Did you forget to change out of your gym underwear and didn’t pack a replacement? That’s the only explanation right…?

“H-Have you heard this new EP? The band just released it.”

Suguru drags you from your thoughts and increases the volume a bit more; you sigh and zip the bag shut and throw it behind you in the back row again. You’ll remember it this time.

“I haven’t but it sounds good.” You hum while nodding your head to the beat. 

His hands on the wheel are rubbing the leather up and down as he fidgets slightly; a single bead of sweat drips from his temple. Sighing, you open your phone and look at the mall directory once more, though this time for stores that might have a good gift for a certain white haired man.

“Hey, what did you get Satoru for the holidays?” You mumble while scrolling.

“Mmm, I gave him Nanami’s official schedule from the school portal.”

You look up at him and can’t fight the laughter escaping your lips as you stare at him in confusion. “Why-Why would you do that? How did you do that?”

Suguru chuckles in response to your own laughter and shrugs with a smile plastered on; his upper lip raising slightly to show off his canines. “He kept complaining that Nanami was always too busy to hang out. So I guessed his passwords and logged onto his uni account to download his course times.” Suguru turns to you with a devious smile. “Did you know he was taking a baking elective? And he has no classes thursday–friday?”

You shove his shoulder and shake your head with more giggles escaping your lips as Suguru finds himself staring at the way they part. Looking back at your phone, you sink into the seat a little. 

“That’s good… but I can’t exactly do something of that caliber on such short notice, and not at the mall either.”

He hums and flicks on his turn signal to merge into the exit lane when a car cuts in front without warning. Slamming on the brakes, Suguru extends his arm to cover your chest at the abrupt action and veers to avoid rear ending the oblivious driver. Smoothly, he dips into the emergency lane for a brief moment before straightening the vehicle out and continuing to the exit ramp marked for the mall entrance. 

“Fucking hell! Douchebag has no idea where he’s going–” He keeps his arm in front of your torso for an extended moment before returning it to the wheel. “Shit, are you ok?”

Heart rate up slightly from the near accident, you nod and pull on the locked seatbelt to release the vice it has across your chest. “Y-Yea, I’m fine.”

Suguru scans your face with worried eyes before turning his attention back to the road and navigating to the mall parking lot. Without any further potential collisions, he pulls into a decent spot, given the Friday rush, and parks the car. 

“Ok, well aside from that shitty driver, we got here in one piece,” you offer while adjusting your scarf and taking a forgotten hair tie from the console, sliding it on your wrist. 

Suguru sighs in emotional exhaustion and opens his door before starting the walk to the entrance with you at his side. The wind whips both of your hair in every direction, and the snow which had subsided for the drive begins to fall once more. Power walking to the entrance and huddled next to each other for warmth, you sigh in relief when you make it inside and in front of the building map.

“Ok,” you sigh while unwrapping your scarf slightly. “Where should we head to?”

Suguru drags a long index finger that adorns a matching undergrad class ring across the plastic sign. “Mm, there’s an electronics store on the second floor.”

“That might be too pricey..” You reach up and point to another block. “What about a cosmetics store? Do you know what skincare he likes?”

Suguru rubs the back of his head slightly; his long hair tousled freely down. “I’m not sure the particular brand… but I do know the packages he orders online are stamped as imports… I think from France, Japan, and Korea?”

You swallow thickly and remind yourself to raid Satoru’s bathroom drawers next time he pisses you off. “Ok then– let’s just head to the main department store. I can look for clothes for him and my dinner outfit there too.”

Suguru nods once and moves to walk beside you. “Good idea, it also limits the amount of time we spend here.”

You both seamlessly shuffle through the crowd; strollers, small children, and couples loiter in the walkways, but Suguru always ensures to look behind if he thinks you’ve drifted too far. He waits in front of the entrance as you squirm through a group of highschoolers and chuckles when you roll your eyes at how annoying it was to cut through them all. 

Entering the department store, you both walk side by side towards the men’s section to go over potential items. Each hanger that slides across the rack is seemingly not good enough until you catch a particular pale blue crewneck sweater. 

You pull it off the rack and hold it up before calling Suguru’s name; he looks up from his position a few aisles over and walks over.

“What about this?”

He looks it up and down and shrugs slightly. “Uh, sure?”

You scowl at the man and rest it along the hangers on the rack to get a better view of how the entire garment looks. “You’re not helping– I need to make sure it looks good.”

Suguru stands idly next to you, frustration building in his veins. He’s been to the mall with you dozens of times, both in a group and privately, but this particular time has him feeling agitated. He tells himself it’s because he hasn’t slept well recently, because he skipped lunch, or because he’s sick of walking around a packed shopping mall when you both could be back on his couch playing Jenga.

Realistically, it’s because of you. The way you're doting over every detail of a sweater for his best friend and not even giving the man at your side a sideways glance. It’s nothing new– you and Satoru have been family friends for years, but something about this moment seems to get under his skin more than usual.

Maybe because it’s the first time you and Satoru are going to be together without either one of you telling him about it. The thought of slowly getting isolated from your life does more than annoy Suguru: it terrifies him.

“Hellooo? Do you think it’s ok?”

“Hm?” He snaps out of his thoughts and examines the sweater. “Yes, it looks good. I’m sure he’d like it.”

You pause and huff slightly. You know Suguru well enough that something is bothering him, but you also know that if you push it, he’ll just retreat further. Dropping your gaze to the garment, you fish out the price tag from the collar and whine at the amount of zeroes printed 

“Ok, well it was on this sale rack. So I’ll have it priced checked… and if it’s not on sale, I’ll go to the home section.”

You place the garment over your forearm and walk towards the woman’s section now–set on finding a dress for the weekend. Suguru trails behind you and apathetically looks at the clothing racks with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets; he’s making no effort to show his unamusement with the outing. 

Trying your best to ignore the way he unzips his parka from the heat in the store and adjusts his pale gray crewneck, you make a beeline for the dress section. He follows you and stands beside you this time, no longer loitering several aisles over, and watches as you skim through a variety of options.

“Too long, too mature, too..eugh–” you mumble while sliding hanger after hanger down the rack until a clerk walks by.

“Hi there! Looking for anything in particular?”

You look up at the woman and shrug slightly. “Oh, no. Just browsing!”

Suguru stands silently at your side and the employee looks him up and down before noticing the sweater hanging over your arm. “Well, if you and your boyfriend want to color match, please let me know! We have a great selection of evening wear that just came in.”

You freeze and try to mumble an excuse while she smiles and promises to get a fitting room unlocked after you make your selection. Sighing in relief when she finally leaves, you turn to Suguru to make a joke when you notice him standing there with a frown across his face. 

“That was awkward, hah. As if I’d want to match with Satoru–”

“Are you almost done?”

Stumbling slightly, you furrow your brows at the man before pivoting to face the clothing rack and slide a few more hangers down. Ok, now he is starting to make you annoyed too.

“Yea, geez. You can wait outside by the food court if this is too much.”

He scoffs and you ignore it before pulling out a satin mini dress that was tucked in between two other dresses. Someone had definitely tried to hide it, and lucky for you it was just your size. 

Pulling it back and resting it on top of the other hangers, you admire the cut of the fabric. It was an A-line black satin mini dress with an open back and an overall length that would fall to your mid thigh. A little short for an evening dinner with family, but you could add tights and high boots to it to even it out.

“This is nice.” You run your hand down the fabric and admire the smoothness of the dress before pulling out the price tag. “A little pricey… but I would definitely wear it more than once.”

Suguru leans over your shoulder. “That?”

You spin and look up to face him. “What? You don’t like it?”

“Aren’t you going to a family dinner?”

“Yea– but I could wear this more than once.”

Suguru scoffs and folds his arms, his eyebrows furrowed to nearly a ‘V’. Having enough of his childish behavior, you mirror his position and stand upright. “Ok, what the fuck is your problem?”

He looks taken aback before rolling his eyes and retreating slightly; he looks away as if there was no issue. “Problem? I don’t have one. I just want to go home.”

You step forward to  make up the distance he created. “No, you’ve been having a shitty attitude since we got to the mall. So what’s up?”

“I already said I’m fine, ok? Leave it.” 

His voice raises and you increase your volume to match; it’s becoming an entire argument. “You’re lying. Just say what’s wrong so I can understand what your problem is.”

Suguru steps forward and looks down at you menacingly, the intimidation causing you to back up slightly and hit your lower back on a clothing hanger. “I don't have a problem. If you want to dress like a slut at his family dinner, then go ahead.”

There’s a silence that immediately follows as the words leave his lips and you stand there frozen. Never, has Suguru ever called you a slut. Not once. 

When your shitty ex-boyfriend called you one for having male friends, Suguru was there to argue on your behalf. And when a sleazy guy once called you a whore for refusing to sleep with him, Suguru was there to punch him in the face– and effectively spent the evening at the local police department while you and Satoru tried to clear his name. 

The word hurts; this hurts. And you can tell the moment it leaves his lips, Suguru is trying to find a way to reverse time and take it back.

“I… I didn’t mea–”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off and grab the dress from the rack before tossing it over your forearm and making a move to walk away as soon as possible.

He’s hot on your heels behind you as you head for the fitting room. “y/n… y/n wait. Please–”

You shrug off his hand on your shoulder and shove him back slightly, eyes narrow and cold as you glare at him. “No, it’s fine. You said what you thought– just go home if you’re going to judge me for my clothing choices.”

Spinning back around, you increase your speed towards the stall doors of the changing area.

“That’s not what I meant.. You know that–”

“I don’t know how else to interpret you calling me a slut. Listen… just go home. I’ll call Shoko and have her pick me up.”

The man shakes his head and tries trailing you again before you disappear down the hallways of fitting rooms and slide into the largest one at the back corner. 

He stands at the entrance for a few moments, his mind replaying the moment over and over again. Standing frozen, he steps back and runs frustrated hands through his hair and tugs on his scalp in self-hatred.

FUCK

He didn’t mean to call you that– he’s never called you anything malicious on purpose. Sure, your entire friend group will jokingly call each other dicks, bitches, jackasses, and more; but you’ve never meant it.

Suguru huffs a few times and runs a hand down his face, tugging his lower eyelids down with force as he tries to think of a way to salvage this. Meanwhile, you shimmy out of your puffer coat, quarter zip, and jeans before stepping into the black satin dress.

It’s hard to look at your own reflection in the floor to ceiling mirrors that adorn the large fitting room; dejectedly, you sit on the large bench that hugs the opposite wall and tuck your hands into your face.

The dress is cute, perfect even, but you can’t help the weight in your chest that’s tugging you down a hole of self deprecation. Were you trying too hard? Looking back up into the mirror and standing to see the reflection, you notice every detail you wished would change.

Stretch marks adorn your skin in certain places, a few bumps and bruises from moments you don’t remember, and the aspects of your figure you wish would be just a little bit different. Maybe the dress was perfect, but the woman inside felt far from it.

Eyes dropping in disappointment, you spin to fish your phone from your jeans pocket to call Shoko before a knock on the door rings out. You place your phone back on the bench before you can draft a message and move to open it– expecting the clerk from earlier. 

Dark, nearly purple eyes, meet your own and you immediately slam it shut and turn the lock.

“y/n, wait.”

“No, leave Suguru.”

He sighs through the door and tries the handle before knocking again. “Please– please just open it. I want to apologize”

“I don’t care what you have to say.”

Suguru bangs on it again and the door creaks from the force. “I’ll break it if I have to… you know that.”

You groan knowing he literally would, and turn the lock to let him in. Vulnerable and sad eyes meet yours as he steps in and shuts the door behind in the process. The lock clicks back into place while you walk deeper into the room to gain some space.

“Ok, so talk.”

Suguru drags his eyes up and down your figure a few times before awkwardly standing in the center of the room; you slouch and move to cover yourself with your arms as you lean against the opposite wall. 

“I..” he starts before awkwardly coughing and shoving his hands deep into his baggy blue jean pockets. “I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it… I’m just… not in the best mood is all.”

You sigh and look at the floor. “Ok, great. Now that you’ve spoken, you can leave.”

Suguru pauses, shocked, before huffing slightly in frustration. “No, you don’t believe me. Just listen–”

“I am listening, Suguru. You never explained why you had a stick up your ass and then snapped at me suddenly. So if you want to go sulk just do it somewhere else… I don’t care anymore.”

You do care. He knows it and so do you, but you both know as stubborn as he is to communicate his feelings, you’re just as rigid when it comes to admitting he’s gotten under your skin. 

“I just…” he takes his hands from his pockets and rubs his face in frustration. “It just annoyed me to see you going all out for him, ok? All this effort for a cute sweater, and taking your time to find a dress–that dress, to wear in front of him…”

He doesn’t make any sense to you. You’ve gotten dolled up and dressed pretty for frat parties and dinners with your friends dozens of times in the past, this one doesn’t feel any different.

You roll your eyes and catch your appearance in the mirror again, looking forlorn at the way the fabric clings onto you. “It’s fine. I’m not getting this dress anyways…”

The man in front of you pauses and softens his gaze when he notices the way you’re picking your appearance apart in the mirror before his eyes. “..What? Why not?”

“It just doesn’t look good is all…” You reply softly, standing upright and moving back to the bench to get your clothes in order. 

Suguru knows this is his fault as you dejectedly pull your jeans out from under your parka and shake them slightly to unravel from their crumpled position. 

“What? It looks beautiful– you look beautiful.” 

Shaking your head slightly, you turn to him with an annoyed look and scoff. “Riiight. From a slut to beautiful in under 10 minutes is quite the turn around. Any other contradictions you’d like to add? Or can you leave so I can get changed?”

You don’t let him apologize, too pissed off to give him even the grace to accept his attempts at mending the argument; Suguru steps forward, having enough, and pulls your jeans from your hands.

“Can you– can you just fucking listen?”

Ready to argue again, you raise your voice. “Huh? You’re the one th–”

“Just,” he grabs your shoulders and holds you straight. “Shut the fuck up. Ok?”

You glare at him but remain silent nonetheless as he takes a breath before continuing. “I was wrong ok? I let my feelings get in the way and called you something I never wanted to. I just…”

He sighs and dips his head down slightly to stare at the corner of the fitting room, internally deciding how he should word everything. “I–” he gives a long exhale before peeling his eyes to meet yours, beginning to spew out everything at once. “I like you. Ok? And, I know, trust me I know, we’re friends and are in the same friend group and this is so fucking stupid and could literally ruin everything… but– I can’t control that. I can’t control the fact that I’m in love with you and it’s killing me.”

You stare wide eyed at him as he pours his heart out in an act of vulnerability you’ve only seen a few times before. Long raven hair falls forward as he grips your shoulders slightly tighter as if you’d run away if he let go. “I’ve tried… I’ve tried so many times to ignore it or wish it away but I can’t. And that is what kills me. I shouldn’t care if you and Choso make cookies with Yuji on the weekends. I shouldn’t care when Shoko and Utahime take you to get your nails done after class. I shouldn’t care if you get dinner with Satoru and his family–but I do. And I ruined everything because of it… so, I’m sorry ok?”

Oh, shit.

Standing motionless as Suguru catches his breath and his eyes bore into your own. This wasn’t the situation you were expecting to happen when you had dragged him to the mall, and it certainly wasn’t one you were prepared to address. 

Shoko and Utahime had teased you countless times about your stupid crush on the man; his reserved and coy nature was enough to make countless other women flock to him, so you silently resigned and convinced yourself you were ‘ok’ with simply being his friend. He was brutally honest and at the same time, a terrible communicator, and had on more than one occasion resorted to holing himself up in his room rather than face his demons head on. Suguru preferred to suffer in silence than resort to being a burden on his friends, and knowing that he felt the same way about you the entire time makes your heart ache.

“Please… please say something.” His hands remain on your shoulders while his eyes search yours for some sort of answer hidden beneath. 

“I..I don’t know what to say,” you whisper honestly. 

He winces and peels his head backwards slightly, but his hands remain on your shoulders. Taking a breath of compsore he nods once and attempts to harden his face. “That’s…fine. I’m fine.. if you don’t feel the same. Just, tell me now so I can get this over with and we can pretend it never happened.”

You shake your head slightly. “No, I can’t do that.”

He looks up, mildly confused before you continue, “I can’t pretend this never happened because I do feel the same, Suguru.”

He sucks in a breath and stands a bit taller; his hands fall down to your upper arm as he looks at you steadily for several moments to process what was happening.

“Oh. Oh. Woa, ok… That’s better than what I was expecting to be honest…”

You both stand there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what was supposed to happen now. Sucking in your bottom lip to moisten it, you watch as Suguru rocks once on his feet as he tries to formulate something else to say. Something to address the elephant in the room.

“So… what now–”

“--Prove it,” he interrupts. 

You pause and raise an eyebrow. “Huh? Prove what?”

“Prove that you like me more than him.”

Blinking a few times, you shake your head slightly. “Him? Satoru? Seriously, Suguru? I just admitted I feel the same way as you do and now you want me–”

“–So show me you do.”

Huffing slightly as he lightens the atmosphere slightly with his signature fox-like smirk, you stand a bit taller. “Stop interrupting m–”

“–I will after you– hmpf”

In an instant your lips on his and Suguru is effectively silenced from annoying you any further. His lips are soft and pillowy; a thin layer of chapstick coats them in a honey flavor you commit to memory before pulling away slightly.

Suguru slides his hands down your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps at his touch, before snaking them around your waist to pull you in closer. Pupils blown so wide his irises are nearly engulfed in black, he scans your face with the same grin that leaves his canines exposed.

“Mmm, I’m still not convinced, princess”

Your own mouth curls into a smile as you wrap your arms around his neck to tug him down; your spine arches at tension and you can feel your nipples hardening through the thin fabric at your chest. “It’s not my fault you’re jealous.”

The fingertips that hold your waist steady increase their pressure and effectively render you motionless in front of him. Suguru lets out a low chuckle and shakes his head slightly; his eyes soften at your tease as he relaxes into the moment. “Of course I’m jealous. You were gonna get dressed up all pretty for another guy– can’t let my girl go doing that.”

Noses nearly touching, you smile into him and tilt your head to the side. “ ‘Your girl’, huh?”

“Yea, you got a problem with that?” His lips break into a grin and are parted so prettily just above your own.

When you fake taking a moment to ponder, he drags a hand up to tug your jaw to reface him; he holds it steadily in place while pushing his head forward to collide his lips onto yours.

The movement has force behind it, and the rhythm of his lips rocks your head in moving waves to sync with his pace. Delicious chapstick rubs off further onto you and saliva drips down the crease of both of your lips and coats your chin. Sighing impatiently, his hand leaves your jaw and drops back to your waist before dipping further to knead the flesh of your ass.

Groans escape your lips as he pivots to push your back flush against the mirror; you tangle your hands in his long hair, careful to avoid pulling on any sensitive piercings that adorn his ears. Moans vibrate against your mouth as a few particular tugs against his scalp leave him pinching and squeezing your ass with enough force to leave a few bruises. 

It’s hot. So fucking hot. The heat is blasting within the store and you can feel beads of sweat dripping at your inner thigh– oh wait. It’s not sweat.

Suguru steps back hastily when you glide your tongue over his bottom lip to deepen the kiss. Hands hesitantly glide through his hair as he makes distance; a few curses leave his mouth when he tugs his arms out of his winter coat and throws it to the floor. Immediately after, he tugs the light gray sweatshirt off as well and is left in a basic white-tee. The action has the garment raised just slightly enough to see a chiseled ‘V-line’ snake into his trousers, and a partially unkempt happy trail that starts at his navel and disappears below the belt line. 

Your pussy gushes and clenches pathetically around nothing at the sight. You’ve seen him shirtless before plenty of time, but this one is different. He’s not undressing to go for a swim at a party house Satoru rented and he’s not undressing to walk Megumi’s dogs outside in the summer when he’s busy; he’s undressing for you.

“Why don’t you take a picture, pretty girl? It’ll last longer.”

Looking up and rolling your eyes, you try desperately to act as if the moment isn’t affecting you as much as it really is. Unswayed, he steps forward and reconnects your lips with his tongue languidly sliding in your mouth as if he owned it.

A cool metal orb clinks every so often against your front teeth from the piercing that sits in the center of his tongue; the feeling of it rubbing along every crevice of your mouth leaves you panting for air.

Closed mouth kisses leave you chasing his lips for the delicious honey flavor while open mouth ones cause his tongue to rub with your own. No molar is left unchecked and no surface of your lips remain untouched by his own.

The mirror is cool on your back from the way the dress exposes your skin; still arched, his hands knead the flesh of your ass a few more times before resting on where your rib cage meets your lower torso.

Suguru leaves your lips for a moment before placing fervent hot pecks on the corner of your mouth and down the side of your jaw until he reaches your pulse point. Heart rate so intense under the flesh he can feel the beat on his lips, Suguru chuckles dryly to himself. 

“Fuck princess, you’re getting all worked up f’me? Heh… better leave a few ‘thank yous.’” 

Before you can murmur a response, sharp canines dig into the flesh while his lips pucker on your skin to suck. The sensation is nearly painful but leaves you grinding desperately into his body aching for more. Popping the suction to bite and kiss the skin, before running the flat of his tongue over the marked skin in apology, Suguru trails hot lips to another open spot for him to repeat the process.

It’s dirty and possessive the way he keeps you so obediently still in his hands while his mouth marks you as if it were a brush and your delicate skin an awaiting canvas. Whimpers escape you as he trails onto yet another spot and you’re getting desperate for even more.

Hips jerking forward slightly once more as he runs his tongue flat up your throat, cooling the skin with his piercing, your pelvis grinds into his crotch. Erection straining uncomfortably despite his baggy jeans, Suguru groans at the friction and holds you further still. 

“S-Stop squirming.. Ha..” He pants out while keeping his gaze firmly on your throat with predatory eyes. Tilting your head slightly with his nose to make you face the other way, he dips his mouth back down to the other side of your neck. “Gotta even it out first. Then, I’ll deal with her.”

Mind foggy from the feeling of his lips reattaching to suck mean hickies along the side of your neck, you nearly miss the way one of his hands has snaked down to pinch the bottom hem of your dress teasingly. 

Suguru’s nose tickles the patch of skin under your ear as he bites down under your jaw and leaves a small line of saliva dripping down your neck and onto the plush top of your breast.

“Shit..better clean up.” 

Without hesitation, he chases after his own spit and begins leaving open mouth kisses to the top of your tits. His head is dipped down into your chest, causing his hair to tickle your skin and effectively block the erotic view of his mouth attempting to suck as much of your breast he’s physically able. 

“Suguru–” you whine out pathetically from now above him.

He places a few more kisses to the other breast before chuckling; the vibration between the valley of your breasts leaves you aching for him to just fuck you already.

 “Patience, pretty girl.” He stands up right to tug the straps of your dresses down slightly and guide your arms to shimmy out. 

Once both pieces of fabric fall under your arms, he takes both hands to pinch the top of your dress and tugs down to free your tits. Nipples hard in arousal, you instinctively react to cover them before deft hands catch your own.

“Hey now, why are you covering them up? Fucking beautiful…” he mumbles while releasing his grasp to pinch both nipples and smile when you squirm at the sensation. “Even better than I’ve imagined…”

Instantly he dips back down to suck and bite on your right nipple while his hand kneads and grasps at the fat of the other. Teeth pinch the flesh before rutting his tongue over the nub over and over again before pivoting to repeat the action to the other breast.

Your panties are beyond saturated with your arousal at this point, and the erection in Suguru’s pants looks painful for how desperate it grinds against the fly of his jeans; despite that, he’s set on taking his time. 

After he repeats the action to both breasts for a second time, your impatient hands tugs his hair up to meet your lips. Molding to yours instantaneously, as if they were made to fit together, he sighs happily into you.

Tugging his hair back again, you note the way he nearly whimpers at being denied your lips and stare into his dazy eyes. “Need you Sugu, now.”

In all of his disgusting dreams he’s always tried to forget, Suguru takes his sweeeet time before fucking you sensless. Fingering you with deft hands until you cum and then eating you out to effectively taste every drop of your orgasm is the main appetizer to all of his fantasies; the way you say that stupid nickname leaves him powerless before you.

You always had him wrapped around your finger, even if you never knew it– hell he would kill the world if it made you happy. 

But, using the last of his resolve, Suguru steps back and tries to catch his breath and rationality. He runs a hand through his hair and shuts his eyes to come back to earth for a moment; the two of you in a department store dressing room for fuck’s sake. 

This is not how he planned it– any of it. Suguru had always planned on confessing over a nice evening walk, maybe the ones you always do when the bar gets too hot and loud and you want fresh air. He’d pretend he can’t light his cigarette from the wind and let you do it for him instead; but at the last second he would drop the rolled tobacco from his lips and pull you in for a kiss. 

Then maybe you’d get dinner, and if he was lucky and you were down, you’d go back to his apartment before Satoru noticed you two had disappeared. You be in his bedroom, an album he already selected ready on the player to ease the mood, and he’d be freshly showered and shaved.

But he’s not. 

Instead, you’re both here– in a fitting room with top 40 playing on the store speakers, migraine inducing overhead lights nearly blinding his vision, and he’s not sure the last time he’s kept up appearances down there.

The mood is not set for anything other than dressing room panic attacks. But in this moment, with your hair disheveled, tits pouring out from the hottest dress he’s ever seen, and light pants escaping your swollen lips… Suguru is sure he’s never seen you look so beautiful.

“We… we shouldn’t,” he pants out, trying his hardest to not to take you right here and now.

“W-What? Why not?” you scan his face in search of something that rationally limits the line you’ve both already crossed. With a slight shiver of self consciousness, you fold into yourself slightly. “Am I not…what you thought..?”

The way your voice dips slightly leaves Suguru’s heart cracking and he frantically walks back up. “No… no baby you’re beautiful.. Fucking better than I even dreamed of– I just,” he swallows thickly. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Eyeing the way he tries to casually adjust the band of his jeans as if his cock isn’t weeping profusely in his boxers, you take his hand and guide it back to your chest. “Please, Suguru. I want this, I want you.”

Fuck. Any strength left in him is quickly fleeting as you bat your pretty lashes up at him; the sight of you could cause a war in Troy. 

“Ok,” he breathes out, coming to terms that this was happening, and slight performance anxiety building in him. “Ok, let’s do this.”

Smiling slightly, you move to capture his lips and rock into him a few times, but before you can savor the moment, Suguru is dropping to his knees. Blind in desire, he kneels before your thighs and hovers eye level with your clothed cunt; pushing the fabric up, he peers up at your dark thong that's fully saturated in slick. The sight alone is enough for him to chuckle pathetically in a daze.

“All this f’me princess? I gotta say my thanks to her.” 

Taking the flimsy g-string by the gusset and tugging it to the floor, you kick it off your ankles before he pinches the flesh of your inner thighs. Suguru’s thumbs dig into the skin just under your pussy to pry it open just a bit more, running a long stripe of his tongue across the weeping folds.

Tapping your legs to spread a little wider, you pivot to widen your stance slightly before he dives back into your cunt. It’s a kiss against your pussy similar to the one he had given your lips just minutes earlier; closed mouth kisses that suck the arousal from your folds before his tongue snakes inside your tight hole as if he owned it.

Metallic orb rutting around inside you, your back arches at the feeling and your hand grabs a fistful of his hair. Nose rubbing your engorged clit, Suguru rhythmically sways his head to lick every surface outside and inside your cunt. A few thrusts of his tongue for good measure, he rocks back slightly to slowly push in his middle finger past the first ring of muscular resistance. 

“Fuck princess.. So damn tight, don’t know if you can even take my cock.”

Eyebrows furrowing at the words and pleasurable sensation, you whimper from above him. “Please Sugu… need it.”

 A chuckle escapes his lips as he watches the girl of his dreams, who plagued them every night, desperately rutting against his finger while begging for his dick. Returning his lips to suck on your clit as a second finger pushes inside to rub around in search of your g-spot, you throw your head back against the mirror. 

One hand shakily leaves his hair to cover your mouth as he scissors his fingers and rubs his tongue piercing against your clit. Moans threatening to escape your lips are muffled by your hand as he flexes his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion against the rough patch in your pussy.

It’s sudden and intense; your hips twitch against his fingers as your free hand tugs his hair in aggressive pulls. Humming happily from his knelt position between your legs, Suguru pulls an orgasm from you as your cunt spasms from the sensation. 

Panting and attempting to catch your breath as Suguru slides his fingers from your soaked hole and pops them in his mouth before leaning back to slither his tongue inside once more.

The overstimulation has you squirming above him. “Ha…ngh w-wait…haaa Suguuu s’too much..”

He mumbles something from under your dress and it takes force to pull his head back and away from your swollen cunt. Slick coats his chin as he looks in a happy daze up from his kneeling position; his eyes almost scream ‘proud of me?’. 

Suguru is dragged to his feet by your pulls and feeds you your own orgasm with his tongue. His hands rub complacent circles against your pelvic bones and his still clothed erection grinds just below your navel in desperate search for relief.  

“Need you inside me..” you murmur against his lips.

He retreats with a dry chuckle. “I just was.”

“You know what I mean, smartass.”

A coy smirk on his lips, he steps back to slide his belt out of the belt loops and tosses it to the floor. Unzipping the fly and releasing the button, Suguru slides his jeans down and pivots them to the side; you miss the way he kicks your forgotten thong underneath his now discarded pants. 

The wet patch on his gray Calvins’ leaves you pausing slightly at the size your best friend had been packing this whole time. Dark raven hair escapes underneath the band of his boxer briefs and his dick twitches from the way your gaze is locked on the shape.

“This is why I prefer to take my time with warm ups…but don’t worry, princess. I think you should be stretched out enough.”

The coy and egotistical statement partially masks his own insecurity as you pivot to the bench the sits along the wall.

What if you thought it looked weird? If you saw he hasn’t shaven in a few days and get turned off? Or if it’s not up to par with your exes–

The sensation of you tugging the waistband down to free his weeping cock pulls Suguru from his thoughts as he steadily examines your reaction. It’s hard to discern what’s going on in your mind as only one word can be formulated in your brain.

Large.

Had he been sheathing this thing in his jeans the entire time??

Longer than any man you’d been with, though not as thick, several veins run from his lower pelvis to the sides of his shaft. A pretty flushed mushroom tip weeps with precum from the slit while some unkempt pubic hair litters his base and heavy balls. 

Understanding now the feeling of vulnerability earlier when he had pulled your dress down to expose your tits, Suguru can feel himself internally retreating when you don’t say anything. 

Before he can suggest just taking this home and resuming from the comfort of his shared apartment, you lean forward to lick the slit of his cock and plant a few kisses along the shaft.

Shivering from your touch, his cock twitches from its position in your pretty hands. It’s bad. In every pervy fantasy he’s conjured over the years of being your friend, he’s always been the one to make you wither beneath him from multiple orgasms. Not him about to cum from the way you gently jerk him off to test the waters to examine how he likes it.

Gently guiding your hands away, he nudges you to kneel on the wooden bench. “Haa I’ll take you up on that later princess. I just need to be inside you right now.”

Letting him spin you, your arms fold into a 90 degree angle while your knees lift your ass up to meet his pelvis. Calloused hands rub your hips slightly in the doggy position before he pushes the fabric of the dress up once again.

“Wait– do you have a condom?” You mumble while tilting your head back to gaze at the man behind you.

Suguru blinks and snaps back to reality for a few moments while looking down at his discarded jeans. “No…and I don’t have anything to clean up if I pull out…shit.”

He should’ve known that his luck would run out eventually; that there had to be something– 

“Stop by the pharmacy after we leave? Get the uh… plan b pill?”

Suguru peels his eyes back to yours and with more excitement than he meant to show, he nods eagerly. “Yea!... I mean.. Yea, that works for me..”

As dark and mysterious as he always tried to act, he was still your dorkish best friend–well maybe a new title considering the current situation. With a nod in approval, Suguru pumps himself a few times before gliding his tip up and down your folds a few times. 

Knowing lube would usually be needed, he coats himself in your previous orgasm and growing arousal before spitting in his hand to ensure his cock would slide in with limited discomfort to either one of you. 

Pushing down on your shoulder blades slightly to increase the arch of your spine, Suguru lines up his cock with your entrance and begins pushing in slowly. Inch after inch slides inside to the point you’re wondering if there’s any room left in your cunt to accommodate the rest of him.

“Haaa… oh shit– Sugu… ngh” 

“Shhh I know… fuck I know princess..”

By the time he bottoms out and you can feel his pubes tickling the skin between your thighs, you’re wondering if his cock is in your lungs from how long he is. Suguru is faring no better above you; pausing to let you adjust while he breathes slowly to imagine a million different scenarios to prevent him from cumming already. 

The thesis paper he’s been putting off, the weather for the upcoming week, fuck even imagining the boring way his advisor Yaga drones on about his future isn’t working. Shallow long breaths escape both of your lips until you twitch slightly to indicate your ready for him to move. 

A few slow pumps leave his cock sliding halfway out before his tip kisses the opening of your cervix; low groans escape you at the sensation of how deep he was inside you. It was the moment you had shamefully masturbated too countless times, and now it was finally happening as your best friend increases the pace of his dick splitting you open over and over again. 

“O-Oh… Sugu haaa”

Labored breaths echo above you as he takes his white tee into his teeth to provide a better view and muffle the sound of his own moans. Heavy balls smack forward and occasionally graze your click while the wet sound of ‘plap! Plap! Plap! reverberates off the walls.

Hands gripping your hips fall forward to snake around your waist as he folds over to hover his chest over your back; Suguru leans partially on the bench as he increases the speed of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt.

He swears your pussy is made for him; sucking him back in with a vice grip to milk him dry. Your nails are desperately digging into the cheap wooden bench for some sense of stability as the roughness of each thrust rocks your body forward until your tits are smushed underneath you. The angle is sharper and causes his tip to hit your g-spot with a gasp.

“H-Here? … gotta fuck you good right ..ngh here, princess?”

A hand snakes around your throat to lightly tug your head up; impatient for a response, you part your drooling lips to answer. “Yes! Fuck.. yes please… right there– Sugu.”

An airy laughs escapes his lips despite the way his body is twitching, eager for a release.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Hi there, ma’am! Is everything alright in there?” 

The clerk’s voice from before rings out behind the stall door and Suguru nearly trips over you to pause slightly. Exchanged worried glances are shared between you both as he urges you to respond to avoid suspicion. 

“O-Oh, yes! I’m alright, thank you!”

Suguru leans back up to his standing upright position and glances at the door before staring at how your cunt is stuffed so full of his cock. Mind drunk from the way your soaked pussy flutters around him, he begins to shallowly thrust again.

His hand keeps your back in the arched angle when you try to scramble forward from the motion.

“Ok, great! And how’s the size? It’s not too big, right? We have smaller sizes available if you want to try those.”

Suguru has to stop from chuckling and settles for a wolfish toothy smirk as you bite down on your lip to avoid spilling the moans that sit in your throat. A particular thrust has you coughing slightly before looking back up at the man with a competitive gaze.

“No, I’m alright. Thanks.”

The clerk remains in front of the door when you push back on your knees to meet Suguru’s shallow thrust and cause him to bottom out completely in your pussy again. Clenching your muscles to pulse around his cock, he folds forward and bites down on your shoulder to hid the way your name is leaving his lips in puffs. 

He was going to cum. 

Fuck. He was trying so hard to make you cream on his cock first, but the way you’re desperately throwing your hips back to take his length makes his dick twitch in anticipation. That, and the fact that someone could hear and catch you, makes him hornier than he expected. It’s a day full of learning experiences. 

The clerk hums from outside the door about a few other color options before you can hear her heels click down the hallway of the changing room; as soon as her footsteps are out of ear shot, Suguru increases the pace to a brutal jackhammer.

“Shit–sorry princess… haaa gonna cum…gonna fuckin–”

Suguru doesn’t get to finish his sentence, interrupted by the guttural groan that escapes his throat and causes his Adam’s apple to flex slightly. Hips rocking to a staccato, hot ropes of cum pour from his cock and fill your pussy to the brim.

The heat has you whining and craving for your own release as Suguru thrusts himself through his orgasm while catching his breath. Ignoring the way his cock is raw in overstimulation, he reaches down to rub circles on your clit and angle his dick to rub slightly against your g-spot.

“O-Ohhh shit–” you dip your head down between your balled fists of the wooden bench and can feel your hips jutting backward to chase the feeling building in your gut.

“Come on princess…wanna feel you cum on my dick,” Suguru coaches as he whimpers at the way your pussy is flexing and gushing against him. 

He makes a mental note to avoid jerking off before the two of you ever meet– in a desperate need to keep up his stamina to give you multiple rounds next time.

Fingers rubbing your puffy clit, the coolness of his ring making you whine, while his cock is rubbing perfectly against your g-spot is all it takes to make your orgasm wash over you. Hands flexing and grabbing at nothing on the wooden bench while your lips part to pant and moan at the feeling; Suguru rubs a supportive hand on the small of your back under your dress as you come down from the high.

There’s a silence as he slips out with a slight wince and appreciates the ring of both of your cum that smeared along his shaft and forms a ring around the base. Tucking his softening cock back into his boxer briefs, he moves to help you sit upright after admiring the way his cum dribbles from your weeping hole. 

Covered in hickies, knees red from the position, and his semen leaking from your cunt, you sit up in a hazy daze and look up at the man in front of you.

“You alright, princess?”

Blinking slowly and catching your breath, you nod once and come back to earth; you both move to get redressed quickly. 

“What’s with the pet name? I’m not complaining but I just didn’t expect it.”

“Oh that?” Suguru coughs slightly, “I mean…. It’s easier to say ‘you alright, princess?’ than ‘you alright, girlfriend?’ so…”

You pause from the position of reclasping your bra and tugging on your quarter zip to look at him. “Girlfriend..?”

His expression pales as he jumps to get his other leg into the pants sleeve of his jeans. “Oh, did you… did you not want to?”

“No!-” you exclaim a bit too excited. “I mean– I want to date… I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.”

Suguru sighs in gratitude before buttoning his jeans and pulling up the zipper; once his belt is secured back around the fabric, he walks over to you and pushes a few strands of hair out of your face. A quick peck against your temple, he gives your ass a quick squeeze before tossing you your pants.

“Wait–” you pause before looking around on the floor. Tugging up the now discarded dress to search underneath, Suguru anxiously looks away as you turn to him. “Where’s my underwear…? I could have sworn it was over he–”

“-- We need to hurry and leave before anyone gets suspicious.” He interrupts while picking up your winter coat parka.

You frown and look at your jeans, not particularly keen on ‘going commando’ in denim. “Yea, but what about when we get back to your apartment?”

He places your coat on the bench and holds open your jeans to step into. “We can shower and I’ll give you a change of clothes. Okay?”

You shrug and resolve to shimmy on your pants with his assistance and awkwardly head out of the changing room one at a time to avoid looking strange. The walking stance is wide to avoid an awkward chafe while Suguru guides you to the nearest self checkout.

The process is quick– both your dress and Satoru’s sweater are on sale, and the two of you power walk out of the mall and drive to the pharmacy near his apartment before returning to your friends inside. 

Choso and Shoko sit at the kitchen island in front of a large pizza box while now Nanami and Haibara pour causal drinks for them.

“Oh, when did you guys get here?” you awkwardly ask as Suguru tries to kick off his boot as fast as possible and avoid the suspicious stare of your friends.

Nanami glances between a chuckling Shoko and Choso before turning to Haibara to see if he also knew about what inside joke was being shared. The brunette man shrugs and pays no attention to you as he pulls a slice from the box. “Uhhh, maybe 45 minutes ago? The pizza just got here though!”

You shimmy off your winter coat but ensure your quarter zip is pulled up all the way and shuffle to follow Suguru away from the kitchen. “Oh that’s fine! I’m not hungry right now.”

Shoko smiles as Suguru shoots her a ‘don’t even try’ glare. “Really? You guys were gone for a while. Did you eat anything while you were out?”

Nanami nearly chokes on his beverage, now understanding the implication and horrifically glancing between the both of you while Haibara stands idly in blissful ignorance. “Wait. Didn’t you two go to the mall?”

Wincing at the way your blonde friend stares in disbelief, Suguru grabs your shoulders and guides you to his bedroom. “Yes, we did. Now if you’ll excuse us–”

Walking away, you don’t miss the way Haibara begs Choso to fill him in on what was happening while Shoko tries to get $15 from Nanami as he rubs his eyes in exhaustion. The door clicks behind you and Suguru moves to click on a few table and floor lamps to illuminate the room in a warm glow.

You’ve been here a dozen times, but now the setting feels different; it feels like home as you walk across the plush throw rug that sits beneath his full size bed. Suguru picks an album from his case and plays the record while moving to open the adjacent door to the ensuite bathroom. 

Curious to see what could’ve given away the fact that you two fucked at the mall, you stand in front of his mirror and shriek his name in horror.

“Suguru Geto!”

Scrambling from the bathroom as if you had just been shot, he stands in the doorway and meets your angry gaze before sheepishly coughing. In the reflection, you can see the way your light wash jeans are now saturated at the crotch from the way his and your own cum has seeped out of your cunt and stained the fabric.

On top of that, sitting pretty at the top of his laundry basket are your panties– the ones from your gym bag. Snatching the pairs and waving them in front of him you don’t miss the now obvious bulge in his front pocket and a sliver of black fabric peeking from them.

“You pervert! You’ve been stealing them this whole time?!”

He avoids your gaze for a moment before offering a guilty smile.

“Answer me, Suguru! What do you have to say for yourself?”

He shuffles awkwardly and rubs the back of his head. “Uh, I love you?”

“–No. Besides that.”

Admitting defeat, he sighs and takes the thong from earlier out of his pocket and hands it back to you with a guilt expression. “It’s true you left that gym bag in Satoru’s car… but.. It might’ve been his holiday gift to me…? Ha ha…”

Ok you were definitely going to murder and rob that man when he least expected it. Taking your fingers and pinching the bridge of your nose at the fact your friend had gifted your panties to your now boyfriend, and the fact your entire friend group knew you were together is enough to cause a slight migraine. 

“You know what, whatever. Keep them–” you push them back into his hands and step around him to start the shower. 

Suguru doesn’t hesitate to sock them away in his dresser drawer before you can change your mind and follows you into the bathroom. “Ok… is there something you want?”

Testing the water to ensure it’s warm, you notice the stacked towels and spare clothing Suguru has set aside for you to change into. He watches the way you strip down and silently glances at the shower for permission to follow you in.

Stepping in, you huff with a nod that he eagerly accepts and discards his clothing to join you under the water. Dark raven hair saturates with the water and he tugs it backward to admire the way soap suds of his perfumed shower gel now coat your bruised and loved body.

Gentle kisses on your back and shoulder blades, you sigh in relaxation as his hands massage the tired muscles on your body.

“I got an idea, princess,” he mumbles into your shoulder before spinning you around. “I mean hoodies and sweatpants are yours already, and my car is essential your lost and found so–”

He takes your hand and guides it up to his ear; a variety of piercings and rings are scattered along the flesh. “Pick one.”

You raise an eyebrow and trace his industrial. “What do you mean?”

“Mmm, I’ll change out the jewelry to one with your initial. So pick one.”

Suguru grins with hearts in his eyes as you smile and move to lights touch all of the little jewels and hoops that scatter his ear. Tutting slightly, you withdraw your hand and the smile on his face falls slightly.

He parts his lips to question your choice before your finger slips in his mouth and lightly tug his tongue to fall down past his lower lip. A coy smile on your lips, you raise your other hand and tap the cool orb that sits in the center. “This one.”

Cock hardening at the possessiveness you seem to share, Suguru plants a kiss to your finger and shoots you a toothy smirk. “Consider it done.”

a/n: woooo i finally finished this one!

tbh the plotting for this took longer than actually writing it -> the draft took like 2 weeks and maybe 2 days to actual sit down put it together!

only 2 left in the holiday hoes frat series! but i really like this AU and might continue it with occasional one shots for other themes/characters within JJK

i'm still working on my longer series and regular head cannons i promise~

likes/comments/reblogs all appreciated and i hope you liked it <3

-oatmeal

[floralscented]

──ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤrun for the hills ㅤ ♫ ⋆ ｡ ♪ ₊ ˚ ♬ ﾟ . ㅤ (18+!)

rockstar ! charlie & sunshine. now playing ! run for the hills, tate mcrae. find sunshine's setlist here.

charlie shoves his thumb into your mouth, dragging your bottom lip down and prying your mouth open in the process. he shifts a little against the wall, still keeping you held up with nothing but the strength of his muscled thighs.

you take the reprieve, your head tipping back to knock against the wooden door of his dressing room, heaving deep breaths around your raw voice.

he needed this, he told you ─ pleaded you, really. he was new to all of this, didn't know any other way to tamp down the pre-stage jitters besides pinning you to the nearest surface in his dressing rooms and fucking the anxiety out of his system.

you should know better.

talking shit on dozen roses and powerless the way you did, just to fuck one of the lead singers, simply at the mercy of his beck and call? dean would kill you, if he knew.

but dean didn't know. what he didn't couldn't hurt him.

charlie's slapping all over himself, his face contorting in a mix of frustration and confusion, until his palm smacks against something hollow.

your lips fall into a frown. "no."

charlie thrusts once more again, sharp and teasing all at once. sharp, because he tends to use these moments to stroke his ego in whatever way he can. teasing, because he can't keep the grin off of his face as he does, relishing in the whimpered gasp that always follows from you. "no?"

your eyes track the pack of cigarettes as he plucks it open, places one between his parted lips. you make a reach to snatch it out of his mouth but he's used to this part, too; immediately tilts his head back and just enough out of your reach.

"no," you repeat, instead smacking your hand against his shoulder. he doesn't even faze. "i'm sick of smelling like cigarettes every week because of you. and, not to mention, the secondhand smoke─"

"now, pretty," he chides, somehow making two words sound like you were being scolded, "name a time when i've purposely blown the smoke in your face."

your frowning lips drop into a frowning scowl. "i hate you."

no, you didn't. and he knew you didn't. that's why once the cherry of the cigarette is ablaze and the awful bitter smell fills your nostrils, he goes right back to deliberately slow grinds of his hips into you again, watching your face twist in the cacophony of emotions.

"don't say that," he mumbles, plucking the cigarette from his lips and just as deliberate in the way he blows the smoke between your parted lips. asshole is on the tip of your tongue, but you can't even bring yourself to be angry at him then, like you wanted to be; not when he knew so well, now, how to pick you apart.

one hand is on your hip, the other holds himself up against the door, supporting your weight with his weight ─ and keeping it from rattling too much. charlie catches your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it.

there are moments that you think you might mean something to him. a foolish thought, but it always comes. it's in the way that his eyes soften just a little when they meet yours, how intimate it is to have nowhere else to look but his eyes as he buries himself deep between your legs.

but then there's a physical switch behind them, like a wall slamming down on whatever emotion it could possibly have been. some people have post-sex bliss, where everything feels softer and more molten. charlie gets it right before the end, and somehow closes himself off when the situation is finished.

it's sick that you know this much about him. it's sick that you recognize the flicker of warmth in his gaze and know he's about to pull out, and then what?

sure enough, he pops the cigarette in his mouth again to reach between the two of you, his eyes falling to watch as his hand makes its way under your skirt. there's no love in the way he thumbs at your clit, or how he brings his fingers up to lick the taste of you off of him. still, you fall apart all the same.

he plays you like an instrument, and charlie's always been musically inclined.

at the very least, he keeps you held up against him as he slips out of you, his forehead pressed to your cheekbone while he fists at his cock until he finishes, too.

intimate moments wedged between the irritating ones. you're gonna taste like smoke for the rest of the night, maybe a little in the morning, too, but he's nuzzling his face against yours and breathing heavily against your mouth.

you risk it. you probably shouldn't, but you do. your hand raises to his cheek, stroking a soft line over the angular cheekbone. and charlie laughs, breathless and warm. "don't tease me."

"why?" you tilt your head, breaking the skin to skin contact to be able to properly meet his eyes.

he grins, lazy and sated, before leaning in to steal a proper kiss from you. "i just..." he's gentler this time, maybe, but nothing is different. it never changes, no matter how close you get to breaking through those tall walls he's built. his words are a little muffled around the cigarette between his teeth, but still hurt all the same. "don't want you to think this is something... fuck, i dunno. don't want you t'get attached, and that i want to─"

"keep me around like it's easy?" the words are as bitter in your mouth as the lingering cigarette smoke is. the end of it brightens as he draws in a breath, not even bothering to deny or lessen the blow of everything. "trust me. i know exactly how you feel."

it's not that you love him. you aren't even really sure that you like him, most of the time.

you just wish that charlie baker was a little more like the charlie in your mind. the one that he keeps so tightly locked away from you.

that thought drives you away from him, pushing at his chest so he's no longer crowding you against the door. he lets you. he always lets you.

maybe it wasn't self respect to always come back, but you had enough in you to know when to leave. don't get attached, he'd harped on. as if he ever gave you enough to get attached to.

"stayin' for the show?" he asks, turning his head this time to blow the smoke away from you.

you smooth your skirt back down, leaned over his vanity to fix your hair and the lipstick he smeared down your chin. you meet his gaze in the reflection with a little smile.

"no," you respond, and it's wicked, how the little flash of surprise on his face makes you feel good. "i've got a date and a song with jensen tonight."

song credits. i've said it every time so far but INTERCONNECTING ALL OF THESE IS SO FUN FOR MEEEEE. sorry for the light smut i didn't wanna get too into it but i wanted you to be able to meet charlie & hate him.

sunny's monthly listeners. to play / pause on being tagged, comment sunshine! @titsout4jackles @moonstruksandco @starzify @ultravi0lence14 @itzavahere @sagegreen17 @bruceewayne @jays-bonnie-on-the-side @deansbeer @blushpinkdoll @warpedless @sabrinasopposite @k-slla @deansbite @foolinthera1n @honeyryewhiskey @angelblqde @whyyouegg @bluemerakis @fallbhind @jackleslvr @figthoughts @beausling @chevroletdean @mccartneyqp @bluestrd @sthefferrete @rubyvhs @tortureddarkstar @aileenunfiltered @frosttbitessam @theosaurous

[bondwithme-murderstyle]

Who's The Boss? pt.2 aaron hotchner x fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

Summary: Aaron Hotchner has some time before heading to Quantico and embarking on his new position within the BAU. He decides that now would be a good time to gather some of his buddies and head off on a vacation to Miami before his life is turned on its head.

warnings: +18, mdni!! vacation setting with explicit descriptions but no physical acts (save that for pt.3), smoking because it's the '90s and this man with a cigarette is my holy grail, a tiny paragraph releasing haley from this story-line, essentially just verbal-foreplay, reader is described as having hair (???) that gets wet in the pool, definitely dom!aaron and his dirty mouth, no use of y/n, not as romantic as my dream had originally perceived him but we'll take what we can get in the moment

an: i am so sorry this had to be split up! freakin' word-limit posts

~When his friends passed you by, they gave small looks- knowing looks that made your heart race. A part of you said that it was now-or-never. To go before his friends returned and gave him hell. But as you prepared to stand and rid yourself of the towel, you glanced over and he was no longer reading. He was back in the pool and looking at you. His brow raised slightly above his frames and he lifted one hand from the water to beckon you over with two fingers.~

Your body screamed, your mind tore itself apart. But you listened. And you met him halfway.

Instead of jumping right into the water, you decided to sit on the edge, half-way between his spot in the sun and yours. Once your legs were submerged up to your knees, he made a half-attempt at swimming across. One long stroke was all it took from him to reach you and you thanked God your sunglasses remained on your face to at least hide some of your excitement. His arms held him up at the edge, his elbow brushing your thigh and it took him a moment to say anything.

“Do you always stare at strangers, stranger?”

“Only when they’re worth staring at.” You answered and swallowed thickly, supporting yourself on the pool edge with your arms polka-straight and your nails wrapping against the tile that washed and flushed with water. “You and your friends always arrange your dates like this, out in the open?”

This made him laugh and look away for a moment, “Yeah, well, they’re idiots!” His choice of words made you feel relaxed. To know that you weren’t in the presence of another idiot. “I’m Aaron. Hotchner.” His head turned to look up at you and extended his hand. You rolled your lips together and decided to just fuck it. You shook his hand politely with a gentle ‘hi’ and resumed kicking your legs gently in the water.

“So, you and your boys are down here blowing off steam?”

“Well, you could say that. It’s summer.”

“And, you don’t have a job in the summer?”

“I’m currently changing positions. Was a prosecutor. Soon to be FBI.”

“Ooh.” A purr escaped you but you remained cool, nodding and looking elsewhere. “Sounds thrilling.”

“We’ll see.” He concurred and turned to lean his back against the wall of the pool, trying to follow your gaze that never quite seemed to settle. “And you’re on vacation too.”

“Mmhmm. Seattle doesn’t get much sun like this. Figured I deserved a real summer-break.” You agreed and gave away your first clue. Your location. Not that Aaron noticed much. He instead scanned the pool-deck and relaxed when he realised his friends had become distant memories. “So, should I call you ‘Agent’?” You tried to tease him.

“Call me whatever you like.” He quipped and turned to face you again, this time right in front of your legs. Your feet ceased their relaxed kicks and his hands worked beneath the water to take hold of your calves and separate them just enough to make space for him. You didn’t know what else to do other than let him wade between your legs and look up at you with a gruff sigh, “What are the odds I’d ever see you again anyway?”

“Slim-to-none. It’s a big country, Agent.” You hummed again and tried to ignore his large hands that had now come to rest on the outside of your thighs. They engulfed your skin and left behind beads of water that cooled instantly in the soft ocean breeze. Your body continued to scream, the heat in your belly even took the liberty of giving little heart-stopping flips every time his fingers moved as he steadied himself in the water.

“So, in the interest of probably never meeting each other again; are we just going to keep on staring or are we going to do something about this, sweetheart?”

Your head stopped panning to each sound around you and you looked down at him now, a perfect position you had found yourself to be in. Sweetheart. You wanted to whine and ask to hear it again. Instead, you smiled at him and his shameless motion.

“Well, Aaron,” You shifted a little closer to the edge but remained to keep your hands to yourself, “I’m assuming that you have something in mind. What, with your friends gone and all. Otherwise you wouldn't have invited me over here.”

“I wasn’t planning to be here when they came back.” He looked up when your legs closed slightly around him, “I wasn’t planning for you to stick around either.”

“Oh?” Your smile remained, albeit a little brighter, “That’s rather presumptuous, don’t you think?”

“Forgive me, but you haven’t exactly pushed me out from between your legs since I got here," his head gestured down to the small space between your body and his chest, tongue running along his bottom lip, "In fact, you came closer. Not very presumptuous when everybody knows you want it.” Aaron rolled his lips together completely and he was waiting for you to answer. But you couldn’t. He was right and he knew it. “And we’re in a public setting. So if there was anything else you wanted to do, other than stare at me, you can’t exactly do it here, can you?”

“And you don't want to do something?”

“I can tell you in incredible detail what I’d like to do- what I will do. Hopefully, that'll convince you that I’m right?”

“But, like you said, we’re in public.”

Your counter-argument made him smile and his voice dropped lower, quieter, “And nobody around us can hear me tell you that; I can’t wait to feel you cum… all... over... my... tongue.” His face remained arrogant, his smile permanently small almost as he delivered filthy promises across the space between you. His fingers dug that little bit deeper into your flesh and caused you to gasp and hold your breath. “Nobody here knows that we’re going to go upstairs,” his digits started to drag slightly on your skin, “where I’ll taste every perfect inch of you," he purred at you and the images flashing through your mind would bear no resistance to the reality, "where I'll make you kneel. just for me on your cold room floor,” his head tilted slightly for any sign on your face that this was wrong, “and fuck that pretty little mouth that turned down my friend in favour of me.”

Your lips parted and your eyes widened slightly behind your shades. He had been reading your mind. Aaron took in a breath, leaving his proposition hanging between you both. Had it not been a public setting, you would’ve been in the water with him, eagerly tasting him and feeling those large hands elsewhere. "You'll say thank-you." He reasoned quietly, "Hopefully, you'll say it over... and over again," Aaron came close enough that you could feel his words ricochet like a pinball between your thighs and by now you were pooling, "Because, if you don't, I'll definitely remind you." A few ridiculous words and your body was thrumming, your blood raced as it pulsed through your veins. It was hard to keep your mouth from falling further open and it took every fibre of your being to keep composure by the poolside.

"I-Is that right, Agent?" You asked with a throbbing core and a weak voice, leaning closer to him.

“You’ll give me your room number... And you’ll go upstairs and wait, just as you are,” his massaging touch on your thighs was a perfect chorus to his words, tugging gently with his fingers and pulling just tight enough that you were ready to slip into the water, “for me to convince you, inch by inch.”

You gently bit at your lower lip, cheeks flushed hot and it was agreed. “1219.” You said and this was enough for him to bow his head in a subtle nod and pull away to swim back to his sun-beaten corner of the pool.

[technically-human]

Merthur AU except the crown prince of Camelot is weirdly pro-magic

[tweetyish]

the anniversary of merlin’s first episode is on bisexual awareness week 💪💪💪

happy birthday to the queerest first episode of a show i’ve ever watched!!!!!

[shima-draws]

Just got back from seeing Sonic 3 and HOOOOOOLY SHIT y’all. Oh my fucking god. OH my god. Ohhhh my g o d

[nyxi-pixie]

if your ship has never said anything unbelievably suggestive to each other that the mainstream audience somehow can ignore like it didnt happen or sound like that then are they even your ship?

[solmicans]

every time I rewatch bbc merlin I think “perhaps I’m misremembering how often it’s gay” and every time I am reminded ah. there’s just not any plausible heterosexual interpretation for 80% of these storylines

[watcher-wilds]

This blog is about to become Merlin (BBC) themed so quick I'm rewatching the show for the billionth time

Anyway you ever think about Arthur who supposedly hated Merlin on first meeting him heard his name once and immediately memorized it to properly tease him while they were fighting

[littlespoonevan]

Ciara Ciaaaara Ciara, ignoring the many AUs not on that list that I’m sure are in your brain ;) what scene are you most looking forward to writing in your royalty au?

aksjdh amy i would love for you to tell me what other aus are in my brain bc right now i'm very no thoughts, head empty so if i've mentioned anything else to you let me know lmao

as for the royalty au, i'm v much looking forward to writing the first proper introductions between buck and eddie and getting to write confident, competent, charming eddie bc that man is So Good at first impressions it's ridiculous and buck wants to hate him but then he obviously meets chris too and sees eddie with chris and it's just!!!!!!! it's sweet and buck doesn't want to find it sweet!!!!!!!!!!! so he obviously puts up his front and starts posturing but the tension is Real, u know 😏

[lunatheskier]

Happy 15th anniversary to the most iconic lines ever spoken in television history