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"It's All Your Fault, Isn't It?"

Yan! SatoSugu x Reader Sum: You've had the chances, why didn't you take them. In the end you'll always just lose the purest of love. Last part of: Can my friend join?, This is Love, Right? ** Can be read as standalone fics** TW: Yandere Behaviors (Obsession, Manipulation, etc), Death of Child Character, Blood, Toxic Relationship Dynamics, Depression, Dubcon, Lactation, Pregnancy themes, SatoSugu, Angst No Comfort. MDNI WC: 7.7k

A/n: I got supperrr stuck in the loop of editing, so I am just gonna post it, I feel like rereading it after the tenth time. I almost just pressed delete lol. :) enjoy!

It’s all your fault, isn’t it?

You did this to yourself. You should have walked away when the chance was there, when the door was still open, even just a crack. You should have screamed, fought, run—anything to reclaim a sliver of your freedom.

But you didn’t.

You stayed.

Was it the security? The comfort of knowing you’d never struggle to pay bills or scramble to find work? Was it the way Satoru promised, over and over, that you’d never go unloved, never feel the ache of loneliness again?

Or was it something darker? Something you couldn’t quite admit to yourself?

You told yourself it was love. You told yourself you were lucky. How many women could say they had someone who’d give them the world? Someone who, with a flick of his wrist, could bend the rules of life itself to ensure you had everything you could ever need?

So, you stayed.

Even before Suguru became part of the equation, you stayed. You even stayed when Satoru would come home in the dead of night, his footsteps a faint echo through the silent halls before his hands found you. You’d stir from your sleep as he pulled your panties down with barely a word, his breath hot against your neck.

There was no tenderness in those moments, no love—just need. A raw, consuming need he claimed you had to fulfill. And you let him, didn’t you? You let him push inside you with barely any preparation, your body yielding to him because he knew it so well.

Satoru knew the places that made you crumble, the spots where your body quivered, the way your breath hitched when his fingers grazed just right. He knew you better than you knew yourself, didn’t he? His movements were deliberate, practiced, the wet noises filling the room a cruel testament to how thoroughly he’d mastered you.

You’d given him permission. He reminded you of that often, didn’t he? That you’d said yes. That he worked so hard, carried so much, and that this was his right. That he had needs only you could meet.

And you understood. You always understood.

After all, he was the strongest, wasn’t he?

So, you let him use you.

Like a doll.

You’d lay there, staring at the ceiling, as he buried himself to the hilt one last time, his loud groans of release cutting through the stillness. A pathetic little whimper followed, muffled by the darkness, as he spilled himself inside you. And then, as if the act meant nothing, he pressed a sweet kiss to your temple, murmured something soft and indistinct, and rolled over to his side of the bed.

You stayed there, silent and unmoving, the lingering heat of his body beside you doing nothing to warm the cold ache between your thighs.

That’s when the thought would creep in. A sick, unwelcome whisper:

You didn’t even climax.

You hated yourself for thinking it. For letting it matter.

But still, you stayed.

Was it fear that held you there? Or was it hope—a desperate, foolish hope that one-day things would change? That one day, every day would feel like those rare, sweet moments when he pressed teasing kisses against your lips before dragging you out to get sweets. That he’d touch you with love, with the tenderness he so effortlessly showed to others—when he wasn’t breaking them apart piece by piece with that same teasing grin.

And now, looking back, you can’t decide what’s worse: that you didn’t leave when you had the chance…

Or that part of you still doesn’t want to.

You stayed, even when the small arguments started. The little spats about wanting him to open up more, to share pieces of his life with you, the pieces he always kept hidden. Perhaps it was selfish—maybe even naïve—but you wanted to know why he loved you.

Really, truly loved you.

But you never asked.

You saved that question, tucking it away deep into your heart, right alongside the cracks that had already started forming. You told yourself it wasn’t the right time. That maybe he wasn’t ready. That you shouldn’t push. Instead, you focused on the good times, clinging to them like lifelines.

Because they were good, weren’t they?

What other guy would give you the world like Satoru did? What other guy would bring you flowers every week—a different color each time, sometimes traditional, sometimes exotic, but always beautiful? What other guy would shower you with affection so openly, so shamelessly, pressing kisses to your skin, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as though you were the only thing keeping him grounded?

Satoru had told you he loved you. And maybe he did—in a way that wasn’t entirely built on desire, the need to keep you within his grasp, or the insatiable craving to hold you close for the rest of your days.

That’s what you told yourself, anyway.

That’s why you stayed.

Even when Suguru came into the picture—when those dark, calculating eyes lingered on you just a moment too long when his quiet, honeyed words wove themselves into your life like threads binding you to a tapestry you couldn’t escape—you stayed.

You had the choice, didn’t you? You could have said no. You could have walked away.

But you didn’t.

You stayed, and now there was no one else to blame.

So, truly, it is all your fault.

However, your heart’s at fault too, isn’t it? For leaning into Suguru's touches, craving his warmth, even when you knew deep down that he was a cruel and awful man. A man who veiled his darkness in sweetness, wrapping it in gentle words and tender caresses that made you doubt your own truths. He was a master of contradiction—soft hands and sharp edges, honeyed lies hiding an iron grip.

You could have left.

You could have said no to the whole relationship, shut the door before it ever opened.

But you didn’t.

You stayed.

You told yourself that maybe this was the best you could hope for, the best kind of love someone like you deserved. Because it was love, wasn’t it? They loved you. Even if it was conditional. Even if you had to give and give, piece after piece of yourself, just to receive a sliver in return.

Love comes in many forms, after all. And this was love.

Or so you continued to convince yourself.

This is what you deserve. That you should have listened to your gut, back when every touch felt too heavy, too lingering, too much. Back when their words seemed to wrap around you like chains instead of promises. You should have left before the walls around you closed in. Before you realized that leaving wasn’t just difficult—it was dangerous.

You had your chances, didn’t you? If only you’d taken them.

You knew Satoru would tear the world apart to find you if you ran. He’d find you, no matter where you went, no matter how far. But… would he really?

If you’d left early enough, maybe it wouldn’t have been like this. Maybe it would have been nothing more than a bad breakup, a lesson in heartbreak you’d recover from in time. Maybe, if you’d left after Suguru’s return, Satoru would have leaned on him instead of spiraling further into obsession.

But you didn’t leave.

You stayed.

Such a stupid, stupid girl.

And yet…

It was never just about them, was it?

Because you craved love too, just as much as they did. You wanted it desperately—so much that you ignored the warnings in your heart, the creeping dread in your chest. You wanted to be loved, to feel wanted, to belong to someone in a way that was absolute, undeniable, and unshakable.

And that’s exactly what they gave you.

But love like that—it came with a cost.

And you paid for it in silence, in submission, in the pieces of yourself you’d never get back.

So now, here you are, locked away in the beautiful Gojo estate. A place so grand it should feel like a palace, yet it suffocates you like a gilded cage. Every corner gleams with wealth and power, every surface reflects the life you’re supposed to be grateful for.

The maids don’t meet your eyes.

To them, you aren’t Satoru’s wife. You aren’t a partner. You’re something lesser.

A pet.

Because you aren’t the one ensuring the estate runs smoothly while Satoru is away on his endless missions. That responsibility doesn’t fall to you—it belongs to Suguru, doesn’t it? He’s the one in charge. He holds the reins, commanding the household with a quiet authority that leaves no room for question.

And you?

You remain.

The pet. The wife. The child-bearer.

Barefoot and pregnant, with a swollen belly to show for it, you shuffle through the estate like a ghost. Your body aches, weighed down not just by the child growing inside you, but by the chains of a life you can’t escape.

Suguru sees to it that the estate runs like a well-oiled machine, all while maintaining his title as the second strongest. His responsibilities never seem to tire him, never seem to dull his devotion. If anything, they only make him more overbearing.

He adores pampering you.

He drapes you in the softest blankets, ensuring you’re always warm. He dresses you in the finest clothes, silks and satins that cling to your growing belly, showcasing the proof of your usefulness. He loves the way your independence has been stripped away, loves the way you’ve been forced to rely on him for everything.

When did you become so dependent?

When did you start accepting his affection like a loyal dog, start leaning into the way his rough, calloused hands would trace the curve of your stomach? When did you start craving the way he’d gaze up at you with that lovesick smile, his voice low and honeyed as he murmured sweet words about the future?

“I hope the baby looks like Satoru,” he’d say, his eyes dark and soft as they met yours. Then, after a pause, “I hope it’s a girl.”

The words always made your chest tighten, made your stomach twist.

You know he must miss the twins.

It’s not just the weight of their absence—it’s the way he’s filled that void with this child, this unborn life. You can see it in the way he touches you, the way he watches you. He’s more excited about this pregnancy than you are.

And that’s the cruelest part, isn’t it?

Because to him, this isn’t just a child. It’s a legacy. A purpose.

To you?

It’s another chain.

And yet, you hate how loving he is. How he’s always there to hold your hair back when you’re bent over, heaving in the dead of night. How his large, warm hands find every knot in your aching limbs, massaging away the tension with a tenderness that makes your heartache.

It’s cruel, how gentle he can be. How he disarms you with care just when you think you might muster the strength to fight back.

There’s a constant mantra in your mind, a desperate hope that the baby won’t resemble either of them.

Because the thought of seeing their features reflected back at you stirs a fear too heavy to bear.

The thought of seeing their features reflected in those tiny, innocent eyes is terrifying. It brings the fear that every decision will feel like a mistake, that allowing any of this to happen will become an unbearable regret.

You tell yourself you hope, but it’s hard to ignore the possibility, isn’t it?

What if the child inherits Satoru’s piercing blue eyes—so crystalline they seem otherworldly, glowing even in the faintest light? The same eyes that burn and freeze you all at once, stripping you bare and exposing every secret, every hidden part of you.

Even his grin—boyish, sharp, too wide—lingers in your mind. A grin that could charm and cut in the same breath, leaving you unsure whether to lean closer or step away. What if that grin appeared on a smaller, softer face, just as devastating?

Or worse—what if the baby inherits Suguru’s gaze?

Those dark, soulful eyes that pull you in like the tide, gentle at first glance, inviting even, but hiding endless, churning storms beneath their surface. Eyes that promise escape is not an option. Unlike Satoru’s, Suguru’s smiles are quieter, softer—but no less dangerous. His smiles feel deliberate, like they’re slipping past every defense you didn’t even know you had.

Would the baby inherit Satoru’s arrogance? Suguru’s patience?

Or worse—would the child inherit both of their possessiveness?

The thought makes your skin crawl.

But the fear doesn’t end there.

Because it’s not just about the baby, is it?

It’s about you.

About how they’ve already carved themselves so deeply into your soul that you can’t even imagine a world without them. You hate that truth. Hate the way it festers inside you, a bitter root growing into every part of you.

You hate Satoru’s smirk when he strides into the estate after a mission, brushing off the exhaustion and blood as if it’s nothing. How he towers over you, his white hair catching the light in a way that seems almost ethereal, his fingers tilting your chin up with a mock tenderness that makes your breath catch.

You hate how he always knows exactly what to say to make you crumble, his voice dipping into that teasing lilt that makes your heart flutter in spite of yourself.

And Suguru—oh, you hate how he lingers. How his touch lingers. His hands are always warm, always deliberate, tracing paths across your skin as if he’s claiming you, piece by piece. Every stroke of his fingers feels like a silent reminder that you are his, that you belong to him. His voice, low and soothing, is a cruel contradiction—a balm against your nerves, even when his words are laced with quiet threats you pretend not to hear.

You hate them.

You hate the way they consume you, the way they’ve woven themselves into the fabric of your life so tightly that even your thoughts feel tangled in their presence.

And yet, as you sit in the vast, lonely expanse of the Gojo estate, the weight of your belly grounding you, you know the truth.

You’re not just afraid of the baby looking like them.

You’re afraid of what that child will mean.

Because if they look like Satoru, with his arrogance, his fire, his brilliance, how will you deny the pride swelling in your chest? How will you stop yourself from feeling that flicker of awe, even when you know you shouldn’t?

And if they look like Suguru, with his quiet strength, his steadfast devotion, how will you deny the love? How will you stop yourself from melting beneath those familiar eyes, from imagining them crinkling with joy or softening with affection?

You can’t.

And that's horrifying.

You won’t be able to ignore how Satoru has changed, how he’s become softer, more attentive in ways that make it harder to hold onto your resentment. How he lingers closer to you than he ever did before, as if the mere distance between you might undo something fragile inside him.

How he’s started resting his head in your lap as you sit together in the serene gardens, his white hair catching the sunlight like spun silk, almost ethereal. His long lashes cast soft shadows over his cheeks as his half-lidded gaze flickers up to meet yours, brimming with a tenderness you don’t know how to process.

He murmurs lazy words of affection, his voice low and warm, the kind of sweetness that drips like honey and sticks to your skin. His fingers trace absentminded circles on your thighs, soft patterns that feel far too intimate, far too easy.

And you hate how much you crave it.

You hate the way his presence soothes something raw inside you, even when you tell yourself it shouldn’t.

You hate how he’s begun helping you with the small, intimate things you wish you could keep to yourself. Like the unbearable ache in your swollen breasts, the pressure building so much it leaves you trembling, whimpering in pain. How he doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t even ask.

The way Satoru's lips wrap around you with loud, deliberate suckles, the sound echoing in the quiet as he eases the pressure with almost clinical precision. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t falter. His hands grip your hips to steady you, his thumbs pressing reassuring circles into your skin.

You hate the sound.

You hate the warmth of his breath against your skin, the way it prickles, a constant reminder of just how close he always is—too close.

When he’s finished, he pulls back with a satisfied hum, his lips brushing against your collarbone with a lingering kiss. His voice low, almost tender, as he murmurs, “I love this version of you.”

The words settle into you like stones. His lips, still soft from the milk, press against yours, and the faint sweetness lingers, almost cloying. Satoru murmurs more words—gentle, saccharine things that would feel kind if not for the way his hands start to roam as they wrap around your waist.

“How nurturing you’ve become,” he whispers, his tone carrying a dangerous sort of reverence.

That’s what he loves. That’s what he says.

And the way he looks at you when he says it—those bright blue eyes glinting with something dark, something that sinks its claws into you—makes your skin crawl. Because you know exactly what he means.

He doesn’t love the nurturing in and of itself. He loves how it ties you to him. How it binds you to this role, this life, this carefully constructed world where you are his and only his.

The version of you he loves is one that has no room for defiance, no space for resistance—only the space to give, to sacrifice, to bend under the weight of his love.

And that’s what makes it so much worse.

Because even as you hate it, even as your stomach churns and your skin prickles, there’s a part of you that leans into his touch. A part of you that longs for the softness, for the fleeting moments when it feels like love instead of control.

And you hate yourself for that, too

Because you know how it goes. You’ve seen it now. Lived it.

How one pregnancy ends and another begins.

The cycle repeated itself after your firstborn, didn’t it? Barely a year after you gave birth, they had you pregnant again. You didn’t even have time to recover, to heal, before they decided it was time for another.

But they love you, don’t they?

Satoru’s affection is impossible to miss—the way he grins at you, almost childlike, as he cups your face with hands that can destroy worlds but hold you as though you’re the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. How he showers you with gifts, flowers in every shade imaginable, rare treasures that sparkle as brightly as his endless energy.

How many times has he told you, in his low, teasing voice, “You’re my world, you know that? I could do anything, have anything—but none of it would matter without you.”

It sounds like love, doesn’t it?

And Suguru—Suguru loves you too, in his quiet, steady way. You see it in the way he watches you, his dark eyes softening when you enter the room, the weight of his gaze feels suffocating. He’s the one who stays calm when you cry, wrapping his arms around you and murmuring, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. You don’t have to carry this alone.”

And you believe him, don’t you?

They love you. That’s why they insist on keeping you close. Why Satoru kisses your forehead every morning, why Suguru runs his fingers through your hair as he whispers sweet nothings you’re too exhausted to resist. That’s why they ensure you’re taken care of, why they never let you lift a finger, why they promise they’ll always protect you.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Satoru once said, kissing your swollen belly as he grinned up at you. “Just stay here with us. That’s all we need.”

“It’s not just for us,” Suguru added, his voice softer, more measured. “It’s for you too. We want you to feel safe. Loved.”

And in moments like that, when the weight of their words settles in your chest like a lullaby, you almost believe them.

You tell yourself that no one else would love you this much. No one else would care for you so completely, so unconditionally—because this is love, isn’t it?

The maids barely acknowledged your struggles. Their gazes were cold, dismissive, even as your body ached and your mind screamed for reprieve. They would gently pry your child from your arms with hushed whispers.

“You need more rest,” they’d say, their voices soft but unyielding. “We’ll take care of them. Don’t worry.”

And what could you do? You’d watch helplessly as they carried your baby away, leaving you empty-handed, empty-hearted. As if you were nothing more than a vessel, an incubator meant to bear and birth heirs for the Gojo family.

Your firstborn was a boy.

A son.

An heir.

He looked just like Satoru.

Those piercing blue eyes stared back at you from his tiny, cherubic face, wide and curious, already holding a glint of brilliance and confidence you couldn’t deny. His hair was the same stark white, impossibly soft beneath your trembling fingers as you brushed it back, memorizing every perfect strand. Even the little smirk he gave in his sleep mirrored Satoru’s—a playful, almost mocking curl at the corners of his mouth that made your heart ache with emotions you couldn’t unravel.

You loved him.

You hated that you loved him.

And when Suguru would cradle him in his arms, his dark eyes soft and filled with a devotion that seemed to crack the carefully constructed walls around your heart, you couldn’t deny the warmth blooming in your chest. He’d whisper promises to the child—vows of protection and guidance.

When Satoru would swoop in, effortlessly spinning the boy around with an energy that filled the room with light, the sound of your son’s uncontrollable laughter echoing like music, that warmth would return. It would swell in your chest, suffocating and undeniable, a cruel reminder of the chains you wore willingly and unwillingly all at once.

This is what they wanted, wasn’t it?

This is what they’d planned all along.

And now, with another child growing inside you, you realize something that terrifies you more than anything else.

You’re not sure if you stayed because you had no choice.

Or because you wanted to.

Again, it’s all your fault.

For trying to run, again.

For thinking, just for a moment, that you could escape them.

You were far too pregnant. Belly too far swollen, body heavy and slow, every step a reminder of how deeply tethered you were to this vast estate. But the thought wouldn’t leave your mind. The desperate hope of freedom burned too brightly, too wildly, even as your body betrayed you.

Even as you were dragged back to that sickening place, back to the people that you convinced yourself—desperately, foolishly—that this was love.

You’d screamed at Suguru, the words spilling out like a torrent you couldn’t stop. You told him the child was yours too, that you had the right to hold them, to sleep in the same room, to be more than a vessel. Your voice cracked, raw with frustration and desperation, as you hurled your defiance at him.

You remember the way his gaze darkened.

He didn’t yell. He didn’t snap. That wasn’t Suguru’s way.

Instead, he stepped closer, his movements slow, calculated, as though he were approaching a frightened animal. He tilted his head, his expression calm, disarming, the warmth in his dark eyes a stark contrast to the undercurrent of control they held.

“You’re upset,” he murmured, his voice soft, soothing. His hand reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears streaking your face. “And that’s okay. You’ve been through so much, haven’t you?”

The quiet warmth in Suguru's voice made it hard to breathe, made the frustration clawing at your throat turn to something else—something like shame.

“You need to calm down,” he continued, a warm calloused hand slipping down to cradle the side of your neck, his thumb pressing lightly against your pulse. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I don’t want you to hurt us.”

His words lingered, heavy with meaning, as he pulled you closer, his forehead pressing against yours.

“I know it’s hard,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “But I love you. We love you. Everything we do—everything I do—is for you.”

You wanted to push him away, to scream that it wasn’t love, that this wasn’t love. But as his arms wrapped around you, strong and unyielding, pulling you into his embrace as though Suguru could shield you from the very world they had trapped you in.

“You’re everything to me,” he murmured, soft lips brushing your temple. “Don’t you see that? You don’t need to run. You don’t need to be afraid. I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”

A voice that was so tender, so achingly sincere, that it almost broke you. Suguru's words were enough to extinguish the fire of defiance burning in your chest, to leave you standing there, trembling and helpless in his arms.

The maids saw it, didn’t they? They whispered about you, their quiet voices slipping through the halls like ghosts. They called you ungrateful. Sick. They said you didn’t understand how fortunate you were.

“You should be enjoying this,” they murmured, their words laced with thinly veiled judgment. “No responsibilities, no struggles. A carefree life. Everything is taken care of for you. What more could you want?”

What more could you want?

No choices.

That’s what they meant, wasn’t it? No choices. No freedom. No you.

Was something wrong with you? Maybe.

Maybe there was something wrong with wanting more. For wanting to feel like a person again, instead of a vessel, a doll, a beautifully dressed incubator meant to carry their legacy.

It really is all your fault, isn’t it?

Because when labor came, it dragged you into hell.

Thirty-three grueling hours. Each contraction ripped through your body like a punishment, an unrelenting reminder of every fleeting thought of rebellion, of every moment you dared to imagine a life beyond them.

The emergency c-section was chaos—a flurry of hands, sterile lights, and voices rising above the incessant ringing in your ears. You were losing too much blood. Fever scorched your skin, your body trembling as the edges of the world blurred, your thoughts slipping between consciousness and darkness.

You couldn’t make sense of what was happening. You weren’t even sure whose tears streaked your skin as they fell—were they yours? Satoru’s? Suguru’s?

You didn’t know.

You didn’t know what happened after that.

All you remember are the words.

Suguru’s voice, low and steady, cutting through the haze. He leaned close, his hand resting on your clammy cheek with an almost painful tenderness. His dark eyes bore into yours, soft yet heavy with something that made your stomach twist.

“You shouldn’t have run,” he whispered. His tone was calm, soothing even, but the edge beneath it was sharp enough to draw blood. “Look at what you’ve done to yourself. You should’ve listened.”

And for a long time, you didn’t have the strength to argue.

The days that followed blurred together. Feeling like a ghost in your body, too weak to move, too tired to speak. Satoru and Suguru hovered, their gazes flickering between concern and something you couldn't quite place. The maids continued to whisper on with their rumors, their eyes darting to you with pity or disdain, as though you’d done this to yourself.

In their eyes, you were lucky.

Lucky to have survived. Lucky to have them.

And lucky, in their eyes, to not have another pregnancy until your first two boys turned five.

Five years of peace. Or something that resembled it.

Five years of watching your sons grow, of hearing their first words, of feeling their small, warm arms wrap around you as they giggled into into your neck. Five years where it was almost believable that this was normal, where you could almost convince yourself this was love.

Because it did feel like love, didn’t it?

Until the day you overheard Suguru speaking to them.

His voice was hushed, but not hushed enough.

“Mommy is sick,” he said, tone calm and soothing like he was explaining a simple fact of life. “Sometimes she says things she doesn’t mean. Sometimes she gets confused. But that’s okay. We love her, don’t we?”

A pang sent through your chest, breath catching as you froze in the hallway. Those cruel words lies carved like knives, each one slicing deeper than the last.

He was planting seeds, wasn’t he?

Teaching them to see you the way he wanted them to see you. Fragile. Dependent. Broken.

However with fists clenched, nails pressing into palms with a sting sharp enough to ground the swirling emotions within. The urge to scream hovered at the edge, to cry and storm into the room, demanding explanations with the desperation of a cornered animal. Words burned on the tip of the tongue—protests that it wasn’t true, that sickness and confusion weren’t the chains binding this existence.

But what would they believe?

Suguru’s steady, patient voice, rich and even, always laced with quiet authority? The father whose dark eyes always seemed to understand everything, who carried himself with calm, unshakable control, even when his smiles didn’t quite reach his eyes?

Or you?

The mother who had tried to run, who had collapsed and bled and screamed, who had been scolded for her defiance. The one they saw as weak, frail, and ungrateful.

You wanted to run again. The thought burned in the back of your mind, relentless and wild.

But you didn’t.

You stayed.

Because, in the end, what choice did you really have?

But by the time your third child—a sweet boy who looked like a perfect blend of you and Suguru—turned three, the illusion of peace began to crack.

Suguru was already leaning close, his voice soft and coaxing as he murmured into your ear, “I think it’s time we try for a girl.”

Satoru, of course, was on board almost immediately.

After all, your third child was different. A nonsorcerer, just like you, showing none of the abilities your first two boys possessed. Those two had cried in the dead of night, their small voices trembling with fear as they described the horrors only they could see—things you couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

But that wasn’t why your husbands looked at Kiyoshi with quiet disapproval.

It wasn’t his lack of cursed energy that made them see him as an anomaly.

It was his heart.

From the moment Kiyoshi was placed in your arms, red-faced and wailing, he clung to you with a desperation that never faded. He didn’t want the maids to hold him, didn’t toddle after Suguru’s composed steps or reached for Satoru’s strong arms. He wanted you. Always you.

He was a mama’s boy through and through, and that was love.

A love so pure it felt like a lifeline in the suffocating world you’d been forced into.

While you loved your first two boys deeply—how could you not?—there was always a distance there, a reflection of the walls your husbands had built around you. The first two cuddled into your lap, their small hands clutching yours as they whispered things that broke you.

“Mommy, we want you to get better.” “We don’t like it when you yell at Daddy to let you leave.”

They were too young to understand, too innocent to see the chains tightening around you.

But Kiyoshi understood, in his own way. Even as a toddler, he refused to leave your side, refused to let the maids or his fathers pull him from your arms. He was always on your hip, his little hand clutching your clothes, his head resting against your chest.

“Kiyoshi,” Satoru had said once, his tone laced with false amusement, “means ‘pure sadness.’ Don’t you think that’s fitting?”

He smiled as if it were a joke, but you could hear the bitterness beneath it.

And maybe it was fitting.

Because Kiyoshi only stopped wailing when he was in your arms, as if he already knew the world outside of you was too cruel, too cold.

By the time he turned three, Kiyoshi would toddle after you in the gardens, small, sturdy legs working hard to keep up. His face—a blend of Suguru’s gentleness and your warmth—would brighten with the purest smile. When his eyes crinkled at the corners, just like yours, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell.

“Look, Mommy!” he’d say, holding up a flower he’d plucked from the garden, his tiny fingers dirt-stained and clumsy. “For you!”

You’d crouch down, brushing his dark hair back as you took the flower, your voice soft and tender in a way you hadn’t heard in years.

“Thank you, my sweet boy.”

And for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you.

Like you could breathe again.

But you knew better.

As the sound of approaching footsteps always shattered moments like these. Heavy and far too familiar. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was Suguru.

His softspoken voice broke the fragile silence, calm and even, as always. “Kiyoshi,” he said, warm and affectionate, though laced with something you couldn’t quite name. “You’ve been keeping your mother all to yourself again, haven’t you?”

Kiyoshi stiffened at your side, the little hand tightening its grip on your kimono as he glanced nervously toward Suguru.

Suguru stepped closer and crouched down to Kiyoshi’s level, dark eyes softening as they met his son’s. “Come here, son,” he murmured, holding out a hand. His tone was gentle, coaxing, but there was an unspoken expectation beneath it. “Let Daddy hold you for a little while. I’ve missed you.”

But Kiyoshi didn’t move. His small fingers curled tighter into the fabric of your kimono, his face pressing into your side as though trying to make himself small, invisible.

Suguru’s gaze flicked to you, lips curling into a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “So shy,” he said softly, his voice carrying a note of amused affection. “But you don’t have to be, Kiyoshi. Daddy just wants to hold you. You know that, don’t you?”

You felt your heart clench, torn between the instinct to shield him and the weight of Suguru’s presence. The tenderness in his tone, in the way his hand remained outstretched, made it all the harder to breathe.

“Kiyoshi,” Suguru said again, his voice dipping into a firmer edge, calm but unyielding. “Come.”

Reluctantly, your little boy let go of you, his steps slow and hesitant as he moved toward his father. Suguru’s smile widened, soft and reassuring, as he scooped Kiyoshi up effortlessly, cradling him with a gentleness that felt too deliberate, too controlled.

“There’s my good boy,” he murmured, brushing Kiyoshi’s hair back with careful fingers. His touch lingered, as though committing the texture to memory. “You love your mommy very much, don’t you?”

Kiyoshi nodded silently, his small face burying itself in Suguru’s shoulder.

Suguru’s gaze lifted to meet yours, a gentle smile, his tone almost playful. “You’ve spoiled him,” he said, a note of amusement threading through his words. “He’s too attached.”

You opened your mouth to respond, to say something, but the words caught in your throat.

What could you say?

That you were the only warmth in a world that terrified him? That his attachment wasn’t a flaw, but a desperate grasp at something safe?

Satoru appeared not long after, his presence impossible to ignore as he strolled into the garden, hands in his pockets and a grin that seemed too bright for the moment. His eyes, however, betrayed something softer—something that lingered only when they landed on you.

“Kiyoshi giving you trouble again?” Satoru's voice came out light, tinged with curiosity.

“No trouble,” Suguru replied smoothly, a hand still resting on Kiyoshi’s small back. “Just a little too fond of his mother.”

Satoru chuckled, shaking his head as he moved closer. His cerulean gaze flicked briefly to Kiyoshi before returning to you, that playful grin softening as he moved to brush a kiss against your temple. “Well, can you blame him?” he murmured, his voice low, meant only for you. “You’re hard not to love.”

The warmth of his affection made your heart twist, and your stomach flutter. For a moment, it was easy to forget the way his words often carried double meanings, easy to believe he was simply being sweet.

He straightened, turning his attention back to Suguru with a teasing smile. “But we’ll fix that soon enough, won’t we?”

They didn’t mean to hurt him, you told yourself. They wouldn’t.

But you knew better.

Because Kiyoshi was different. He didn’t fit into their world the way your first two boys did. And in their eyes, difference was something to be controlled.

For now, they let him cling to you. They let him toddle after you in the garden, offering flowers and dirt-streaked smiles that made your heart ache with both love and dread. For now, they allowed him to stay close, to hold onto the warmth you gave him, to believe he was safe in your arms.

But you knew it was only a matter of time.

Because your sons didn’t belong to you. Not really. They never had.

And no matter how much you wanted to shield Kiyoshi, no matter how fiercely you loved him, you knew one simple, devastating truth:

They’d let you have this for now.

But they would take him, too.

Because, after all, it’s all your fault.

For fleeing in the middle of the night.

The day was supposed to be perfect—a rare moment where Satoru and Suguru had taken the older two boys to the school, their voices filled with excitement as they promised to teach them more about the world they were destined to inherit. Your sweet boys kissed you goodbye with a tenderness that felt almost cruel, leaving you behind with Kiyoshi in the quiet, sprawling estate.

You had been on your best behavior. Smiling more, laughing when Satoru teased you, letting Suguru hold you a little longer than usual. You’d made them believe you were finally settling, finally accepting your role in their carefully constructed world.

And it worked.

So when the sun set and the house fell silent, you made your move.

You bundled Kiyoshi up in the softest blanket you could find, the small body warm and sleepy against your chest. He stirred only slightly as you slipped out of the estate, his tiny hands clutching onto your clothes.

He didn’t cry.

He didn’t make a sound.

It was as if he understood. As if even at three years old, he knew that silence was the only thing keeping you safe.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his soft breaths warm against your skin, and you couldn’t help the tears that welled up in your eyes.

The highway stretched out before you, an endless black ribbon under the faint glow of the moon. The lights of the city sparkled in the distance, a beacon of hope, a promise of sanctuary.

You walked for miles, the cold night air biting at your skin, legs aching with every step. But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. Not with the faint echoes of paranoia whispering at the back of your mind.

Were they already looking for you? Did Satoru sense you slipping away even from miles away? Did Suguru wake in the middle of the night with the suffocating weight of intuition, already calling for their forces to track you down?

You didn’t know.

And you didn’t care.

The city limits were closer now, the glow of neon lights growing brighter, sharper. The faint hum of life and sound buzzed in the distance.

Kiyoshi stirred in your arms, his little head lifting just enough to peek out at the world around him. His dark eyes, so much like Suguru’s but filled with an innocence his father could no longer claim, glanced up at you with quiet curiosity.

“Mommy,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the soft hum of the wind.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, your tears wetting his soft hair. “We’re almost there, my sweet boy,” you murmured, your voice trembling under the weight of hope and fear. “Just a little farther.”

Sanctuary was so close you could taste it.

But it’s all your fault, isn’t it?

Born a nonsorcerer.

Blind to the horrors that lurk unseen. Powerless to fight them off. Too weak to keep that sweet little boy safe.

You always imagined curses as massive, grotesque creatures—monsters so obvious that the very air would change in their presence. That the world would stop, that everything would smell of death and decay as they loomed closer.

But when a curse appears, nothing changes.

There’s no warning. No shift in the wind.

The only thing you feel is the sudden weight of your child going limp in your arms.

And then the blood.

It coats the ground—dark and endless, pooling around your knees and seeping into the cracks of the earth. Sticky and warm, it clings to trembling hands, staining your kimono, your skin, your very soul.

You can’t move. Can’t breathe.

Your little boy—your Kiyoshi—lies limp in your arms, his small body growing colder with every agonizing second. Tiny fingers, once so eager to cling to you, now dangle lifelessly. His dark lashes rest softly against pale cheeks, unmoving.

He looks like he’s sleeping.

You tell yourself that, over and over, as if saying it enough times will somehow make it true. Shaking hands brush back his dark hair, trembling as you whisper his name. Softly at first, then louder, your voice splintering with every syllable.

“Kiyoshi… wake up, baby. Please.”

But nothing changes.

The world around you feels wrong—too quiet, too still. The city lights in the distance mock you, their glow a cruel reminder of the sanctuary you’d been so close to reaching. You’d promised him, hadn’t you? Promised that everything would be okay. That you’d make it there. That you’d keep him safe.

You lied.

“Kiyoshi,” you choke out again, pressing a desperate kiss to his cooling forehead. Hot tears streak down your face, wetting his soft hair as you clutch him tighter, as though you could anchor him to you—keep him here, with you.

A wail tears through the night, raw and broken, shattering the oppressive silence. The sound is unrecognizable, guttural and full of despair. It takes a moment before you realize it’s coming from you.

The blood stains everything—your hands, your clothes, the ground—but it’s the loss of his warmth that destroys you.

How did this happen?

Your mind races, replaying the moments in broken fragments. You’d been walking, your legs aching, his small body cradled against your chest. He’d been so quiet, so trusting, his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

You were almost there.

Then the air shifted—just slightly—a subtle wrongness you hadn’t noticed until it was too late.

You didn’t see it.

You didn’t even know it was there until his body jerked in your arms, a sharp, unnatural movement that stole his breath—and yours.

And then he went limp.

It doesn’t make sense. None of it makes sense.

You rock him back and forth, tears falling freely, your voice hoarse as you beg him to wake up. Leaning to press your cheek against his, murmuring his name over and over, as if the sound alone could bring him back.

Because you failed him.

Because this is your fault.

Suguru’s arms wrap around you, their weight unbearable. His warmth presses against the chill of the night, suffocating in a way that makes the air harder to pull into your lungs. He cradles you like something precious, something fragile—like he cares, even as his words twist the knife deeper into your chest.

“We’ll take care of this, just like always,” he says, his voice soft, almost gentle. His lips brush against your hair, lingering, and the tenderness in the gesture makes your skin crawl. “You just need to stop fighting us. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

Satoru stood frozen, head bowed, white hair catching the faint glow of the city lights. Kiyoshi’s lifeless body was pressed tightly against him, his hands trembling ever so slightly as he held him close. For a moment, you thought you saw something crack in his expression—something raw, something human.

But it was gone just as quickly as it appeared.

When he finally turned his gaze to you, his blue eyes were as hollow as you’d ever seen them. “You shouldn’t have done this,” he said quietly, his voice devoid of its usual teasing lilt. “Why couldn’t you just stay?”

The question stabbed deeper than you thought possible, the shame and guilt coursing through you like poison.

Why couldn’t you just stay?

The image of Kiyoshi’s bright smile flashed, his tiny hands offering you flowers from the garden, his laugh ringing out like music in the suffocating silence of the estate. He’d been your light, your tether to something good.

And now he was gone.

Because of you.

You sagged further into Suguru’s hold, the fight draining out of you entirely. The tears wouldn’t stop, falling silently now, soaking into the front of Suguru’s shirt as he held you tighter.

“There, there,” he murmured, his hand stroking your hair in slow, deliberate motions. “That’s better. You don’t have to fight anymore. We’ll make it right.”

But there was no right in this.

The car waited nearby, its door open like an unspoken command. Suguru’s grip on you didn’t waver as he began guiding you toward it, his movements gentle but unrelenting. Satoru followed behind, cradling Kiyoshi’s small form like he was made of glass.

Your legs moved on instinct, numb and heavy, the metallic scent of blood lingering in the air.

The city lights grew fainter as the car doors shut behind you, locking you away from the world you’d been so close to reaching.

You told yourself you’d tried. That you’d done everything you could.

But deep down, you knew.

You’d never escape them.

And as Suguru’s fingers intertwined with yours, as Satoru’s empty gaze lingered on the horizon, you realized something that hollowed you out completely.

It wasn’t just that you had nothing left.

It was that you no longer cared to try.

It really was all your fault.

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₊✩‧₊˚once more to see you˚₊✩‧₊ pt 6

{nanami x f!reader}

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt. 5

˚₊✩‧₊summary: You’re a manager at Jujutsu Kaisen and you’ve now had two three four extremely intimate encounters with grade 1 sorcerer Nanami Kento, but who's keeping count.... You're preparing for your morning date at your place when you get some unexpected company.

˚₊✩‧₊tags: nanami x fem!reader, nanami gets a little jealous but don't worry bc I can't stand miscommunication tropes, explicit smut towards the end (mdni)

˚₊✩‧₊word count: 8.6k SORRY LOL

˚₊✩‧₊author’s note: lemme start by saying im sorry for taking so long to post the next part but i have been going through it :D i am so grateful for all the positive feedback and messages i've gotten in my absence, i've missed my fellow nanami freaks, so this one is for all yall<3 also i posted this on A03 yesterday...i just feel like its faster posting it there bc im lazy. thank you to everyone for reading!

taglist at the end and feel free to let me know if you want off or if want to be added!

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After about thirty minutes of scrubbing you came to accept that the pink frosting stain wasn’t going to come out of your shirt. You sighed and put down the wet fabric. Another shirt lost to your shenanigans with Nanami. You laughed to yourself as the realization hit you. You’d lost three shirts in the last four days…you should probably plan to go shopping soon. You grimaced, maybe you should have saved that extra money you’d sent your mother earlier in the week.

You went around your apartment cleaning here and there, you had found it in better shape than you remembered, but compared to his apartment you felt that yours was definitely lacking in cohesive design. Your eclectic furniture was a little bit of every style, the art on your walls didn’t really follow a theme, you just framed things you liked. You tidied up more than you think you ever had and smiled as you looked around. It may not have been much, but it was home. You felt safe here.

The building as whole was another issue. You’d frowned when you had seen the elevator was still out of order. Nanami would have to take the seven flights of stairs just like you had. You looked down at your phone, maybe you could reschedule? Meet somewhere else to have breakfast? No, he had been looking forward to seeing your apartment. It was such a silly thing but you could tell he really wanted to. You wiped down your kitchen countertops one more time before cleaning the small dishes in your sink.

You were planning on going to bed a bit earlier than usual. You were going to prep breakfast to make some pastries for him in the morning. It had been a while since you’d baked. You looked around, satisfied at your cleaning streak. You decided to shower before continuing, maybe you’d be able to catch anything you had missed afterwards.

You stepped out of the shower and walked up to the sink. What a crazy few days you’d had. You hadn’t really had the chance to be alone and process everything. You stared at your reflection as you wiped the mirror. You’d never really thought of yourself as someone worthy of being desired. An odd thing to admit, but you had also never really had the luxury of having the sort of life where that would matter. The world of Jujutsu Sorcery was a fast paced one and every day could be your last, so you often found yourself discouraged from participating in things people your age did. Dating, partying, traveling…it's not like you could afford it either. The only reason you’d really ever gone out was because of Akari. She would invite you to go out to places where she could relive her delinquent youth. She was also the reason you had gone on any dates in the first place. That reminded you, you needed to text her and see when she was free to hangout. You had a lot to catch her up on.

You walked out to your living room and sat on the couch, picking up your phone. It suddenly dawned on you that you had never gotten Nanami’s number. You seemed to remember Akari saying she gave him yours. You opened your messages and scrolled to confirm.

Something made a noise in your kitchen.

Your blood ran cold. Was it an intruder? A curse? Had something broken in? You slowly reached under the couch and pulled out a baseball bat. You sat up and looked towards the noise, but didn’t see anything. A cup holding your washed silverware had been knocked over. Okay…maybe it had just come unbalanced. You got up holding the bat up and slowly approached the kitchen. You cautiously made your way around the counter looking down and jumped.

It was your neighbor's cat.

You sighed in relief and lowered your bat. “Messi, what are you doing here?” You picked up the orange cat who meowed in return. “How have you been? It’s been a while.” He meowed again. “Really?” Meow. “I’ve been good. I met someone.” Meow. “Well he was someone I already knew.” You walked out of your apartment, cat in tow, and made your way next door. Your window had a tear in the screen and Messi had made a habit of going through it and somehow prying open your window (which didn’t lock) and wandering into your place. You didn’t mind, you had actually set up a little water bowl for him in your apartment.

You knocked on the door. “Hi, it’s Y/N. I'm returning Messi, I haven’t been home for a couple of days, so I don’t know how long he’s been in there.”

You heard some shuffling and suddenly an older lady opened the door. You had never seen her before. She looked at you and then at the cat. “Keep the damn thing.”

“Excuse me?”

“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice from behind the lady, your neighbor. She made her way to the door and you saw she was crying. She took the cat in her arms and held him close, starting to cry again. “Thank you.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Osuke had his second trial today and was convicted,” she said through tears. Osuke was her husband.

“That stupid lawyer, I should curse his entire family,” the old lady muttered. You had a feeling she was Osuke’s mother.

“I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do to help?” you asked. You had known about the trial, it had been ongoing for a couple of months now. He had been arrested after being framed for a robbery. The story you had been told was that his boss had been the one to frame him. He was a bottom tier worker, and the perfect scapegoat for the crime.

“No, thank you though,” the woman said.

“You can take the damn cat. She’s moving out of here. After the lawyer’s fees and the loss of his income she’s moving in with me, I don’t want to take care of that thing,” the older lady said.

“I’ll take care of it, please,” the woman cried.

The lady grumbled something else and went back inside. “Thank you for bringing him back.” She wiped her tears and offered you a hug. “We’ll be out by tomorrow, I can't afford the rent. I’m already behind on the last two months.”

“Don’t worry about it. I hope everything works out. You have my number, call me if you need anything. Anything at all.” You smiled at her and she nodded and closed the door.

You stood alone in the hallway. Everything was so silent. You heard the women arguing again and you sighed. You went back into your apartment, sitting on your couch again. You hoped everything would work out for them. The couple next door had been so nice. Osuke and Makiko and their cat Messi, they’d lived here longer than you had. You sighed and rubbed your temples. There really wasn’t much you could do for them.

You reached for your phone again and went to text Akari.

-sorry i meant to text you earlier, and then i got distracted again. messi was in my apartment and scared me to death. -when are they going to fix that damn window for you? -i don’t mind, i love that cat. -but if he can get in so can other things, my skin is crawling just thinking about it -someone is on the road to getting uninvited from my place. -no way, you owe me from all the times I’ve let you crash at my place -damn…speaking of, when is your next free day? we need to hang out. -i can do the day after tomorrow, i have a half day, does that work? -perfect, i’m also just coming in in the morning -you can tell me all about your adventures with the old man. have you said yes to being his girlfriend yet? -he hasn’t asked me yet -boooo

You started typing when you received a notification from an unknown number.

-Did you make it home okay?- It read. You smiled. -is this who I think it is? -Y/n it’s me, it’s Nanami Kento. -then it is who I thought. I did make it home safe, I found my neighbor's cat in my apartment so I’m glad I came to check, they’re moving out tomorrow morning. -So you’re free now? -…yes ? -That’s good, get some rest. Have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow.

Hmm you thought he was going to ask something else. You looked at the clock. It was 7:53, earlier than you thought. I should probably get started, you thought to yourself. You pulled yourself off of the couch and went into your kitchen. You would make your dough tonight and let it proof overnight.

Overnight proofing is the best way to make bread.

You were shot back into a memory.

The best things in life are worth waiting for you know. And what’s better than fresh bread? Nothing! Ask anyone that comes in tomorrow, I dare you.

You smiled fondly as you rolled the dough into a little acorn shape before rounding it out and setting it in a glass bowl.

As you finished up you checked the time. You had gotten done pretty quickly. You just needed the topping for the melon bread, which you could make as the oven heated up in the morning. You checked your pantry one last time for brown sugar and you realized you didn’t have any. You frowned. You’d run out for some in the morning. If you didn’t go to bed soon you weren't going to want to get up in the morning.

You sat for a moment and noticed the silence again. It’s not like it wasn’t ever quiet around here, but maybe after the events of the last four days something about being alone bothered you. It surely hadn’t before.

You moved into your bedroom and lay on the bed. You usually felt stuffy in here, that’s why you preferred to lay out on the couch, at least it seemed more of an open space compared to your bedroom. But now it felt nice. You felt safe.

You stared at your ceiling. “Maybe I should call him,” you said out loud to yourself. You closed your eyes and imagined his smile. The way his perfect teeth shone, the way his nose crinkled a bit when the corners of his mouth lifted, his lips on yours. You swallowed and opened your eyes. If you let your mind wander any longer you’d be in trouble. You groaned in frustration. You missed him, how pathetic. You had always been one to make fun of how quickly people in your field tended to get together, but here you were.

You heard your neighbor and her mother in law faintly arguing through the walls. You frowned trying to think if there was really nothing you could do.

You had too much “compassion”, you had been told by one of the old professors at Jujutsu Tech. There’s no way to save everyone and to try is to doom yourself. You scowled as you remembered what he had said to you. The arguing died down and you hoped to yourself they worked it out. At least they had each other going through this. Things were tense now but hopefully they’d adjust. You made a note to check in on them tomorrow. You went to set your alarm when you remembered Shoko had wanted you to stop by her office early in the morning. You groaned and set your alarm for earlier than you had intended. Nanami said he’d be by around 7, it would have to be a quick breakfast as you wanted to get to the school by 8, you hoped he didn’t mind. You finally drifted to sleep.

You groaned as your alarm woke you up, but you quickly sat up and went to wash your face. You needed to split the dough, and lay the cookie topping over it and let it proof for another 30 minutes at least. You could run out to your corner store while they sat and you preheated the oven.

As you opened the door to exit, you almost tripped on a pile of items placed in front of your place. Cat toys, a litter box, cans of cat food, a small bed, and a note.

Messi got out again last night and I’m afraid we just don’t have time to look for him. I think he’s better off with you anyway. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. If it’s too much I've contacted a shelter that would take him. Here is the number.

You frowned a bit. You loved Messi but you didn’t want a cat. You dragged the items into your apartment and quickly went out the door. You’d deal with this later, you were already running behind.

As you stepped back into the hall, winded and trying to catch your breath after returning and climbing the seven floors, you looked up to see a man in a suit knocking on your neighbors door. This wasn’t your man in a suit, quite the opposite.

You approached him cautiously. He had jet black hair, his suit was dark, and he reeked of alcohol.

“Please, just let me apologize- I did all I could. I won’t charge ya any money, just please, I’m sorry.” He stumbled as he continued to knock. You were going to have to get past him to get to your door. There was no avoiding him.

“Excuse me,” you said, announcing yourself behind him. The man turned to look at you. His eyes were tired and sleepy, he had deep bags under his eyes and his sharp nose was red. He was definitely drunk. “If you’re looking for the residents, they’ve moved out.”

“What?”

“They’ve moved out, what did you need to tell them?” you asked.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“You’re sorry?”

“I need to apologize to them. Osuke was jailed. It’s not fair. The whole system is corrupt. I should-”

“Were you their lawyer?” you asked.

“Yes,” he turned back and started pounding on the door again. “Please let me speak to you!”

“Tell him to stop that before I call the police!” an old man from down the hall had stuck his head out of his door to yell.

“Sir, no one is in there. You have to go, it’s too early to be causing such a ruckus,” you said.

“I need to apologize,” he whined. You noticed a buzzing coming from his pocket, his phone was ringing.

“Do you need to get that?” you asked.

He pulled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to you before turning back to the door. The caller ID said Shimizu. You grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled him away from the door as you answered with your other hand.

“Hello?”

“Yes, hello… is this Higuruma’s cellphone? Who’s speaking?” A woman spoke on the other end.

“Ah, he just handed me his phone. He’s very drunk and knocking at someone- I think maybe one of his clients' doors.”

You heard her curse, “Would you be able to tell me where he is? I apologize for the disturbance, I’ll come by to get him as soon as I know where to go.”

“Ah, yes-” he pulled himself from your grip and started going towards the door again. “Sir-”

“There is no justice!” he cried out.

You stared at him a bit shocked, what was he on about? You told the woman your address.

“I can be there in around 25 minutes. Would there be any way you could keep him put? I apologize again for the inconvenience.”

“I’ll try my best…” you looked at the man as he collapsed onto his knees, staring forward at the door. You walked over to him and handed him his phone. “Shimizu is on her way to get you,” you said. He just stared. You looked at your apartment and sighed. “Would you like to wait for her inside?” You pulled the man up to his feet and unlocked your apartment. You held the door open as he stumbled inside. You reached inside and grabbed a couple of cans of cat food to hold your door open. The last thing you wanted was for Nanami to get the wrong idea.

Once inside you rushed over to your kitchen to check on the bread. The man walked around not looking at anything in particular, but just moping. “Have a seat,” you motioned to the small table and chairs. He sat down and you turned back to your baking, unpacking the sugar you had just bought. You quickly grabbed a plate and spread the sugar, then you rolled the diamond patterned tops in the sugar. You placed the six little buns you had made back on the baking sheet. The oven still had a couple of minutes before it was ready.

You turned back to the man and were shocked to find him staring at you. “You just let a strange drunk man into your apartment, while alone?”

“I left the door open…” you muttered. “Besides, I think I could take you in a fight. I’ve dealt with worse.” He gave you a questioning look. “Would you like some water? Some tea? Coffee?”

“Water.” You poured him a glass and walked it over to him. He began rubbing his temples with his hand. He seemed to be sobering up quickly. You grabbed a couple of crackers from your shelf and handed them to him too.

“Eat something, get a grip before your friend comes to get you.”

You heard the oven ding and you walked over to put the pasties in the oven. You set a timer for twenty minutes. Looking at the clock you had about 30 until Nanami showed up, probably less since he seemed to be pretty punctual. You turned back to the man and saw he had chugged the water and was gingerly taking a bite out of the crackers. You started cleaning up the kitchen, putting the bowls in the sink and clearing off your small drying rack.

“Who is coming to get me?” he asked.

“Ah, your friend, I think her name was Shimizu,” you answered. He muttered something under his breath. “More water?” you asked.

He nodded. You went over with a pitcher and filled his cup, this time sitting down across from him. “Thank you,” he said quietly.

“So…there’s no justice in the world, huh?” You asked. He frowned. “I don’t think that’s something I’d want to hear from my lawyer,” you eyed him curiously.

“I apologize for my outburst.”

“No, no I understand. From what I know Osuke was innocent. It must be frustrating to lose a case, especially when what happened was so unfair.” You thought back to the old woman grumbling about the lawyer. “That old lady was very angry, I can’t imagine that’s easy on you.”

His hand gripped the cup tightly. “People have no sense of understanding right or wrong. Everything is so black and white to them. But there are so many complications before you can see one or the other clearly.” He stared at the cup. “Most only see the bad, the ugly, that’s the easiest thing to pick out, the easiest to understand. I think most people assume that others are inherently bad, so expecting bad things to come from them is second nature.” You stayed silent as he contemplated his words. “It doesn’t help when your client looks like a bad guy, it’s an uphill battle, but I try I really do.”

He sighed, taking a drink of water before continuing. “ If I lose a case, it's easy to blame me. I'm much more tangible than blaming some higher power for not being in your favor. No one wants to believe that I do this out of a want to help others, they see me as wanting money, as taking advantage of those in dire situations. They only ever see me as greedy when I lose. Another bad guy. I want to help, but when it comes down to it, who am I to a jury, to a judge? I’m another bad person, defending a bad person who did a bad deed. They think if they were truly innocent I wouldn’t have to work as hard, I wouldn’t have to find such cunning ways to prove their innocence, but I try. Not out of trickery or malice, but because I want to believe that not everyone is bad. But again and again people only see me as a bad guy defending bad people, and I'm afraid I'm losing sight of what this all used to mean to me.”

You looked at the cup he was holding. “I see…” you thought about everything he had just said. You thought a part of him was just feeling sorry for himself, but other points he made were valid. There was a time when you thought everyone in the world might have been bad too. “When I was sixteen…I left my home because of an incident,” you started. “I was alone and scared and I thought that it had happened to me because I was bad.” You frowned slightly as you recalled the events. “And because I thought I was bad, I justified a lot of the things I did. I snuck onto buses and trains to get to Tokyo, away from where I was because I didn’t feel like I deserved to be there, I didn’t deserve to be close to my family. And I stole…a lot…not big things, not precious things, food mostly. I was hungry and had no place to stay and I saw others do it…and so I became ‘bad’. I became what I thought I was, what I believed the world wanted me to be.” You looked up at him, he was staring at you trying to figure out where you were going with this. “But then I met someone, someone who was good, someone who only ever saw the good in people no matter what and that…changed me.”

“Who did you meet?” he asked.

“I went to a bakery,” you smiled fondly and looked down at your hands on the table. “I had known about it since I arrived in Tokyo, the line was always out of the door by 7 am, but I had never had the chance to go in. I mean, I never even had the money for it and the owner, she was this sweet old lady and even though I was already stealing food from other places, I felt like if I stole from her I would be too far gone.

But as it goes, the more I stole, the more I felt entitled to, and after a month of fighting it, I finally gave in and made a plan.” You shifted in your seat, you had never told anyone this story. “I made a plan, and woke up early, to be one of the first in line. I was sixth or seventh outside the door, and when I finally got to go in I felt like crying, it smelled so good and it was so warm. She greeted everyone with such kindness and it was just her that day. I had seen a granddaughter with her before, but this morning it was just the lady.

“I pretended to look around, considering what to buy. I let people go in and out before I finally decided on a single piece of Melon bread, delicately wrapped in plastic. It was the most beautiful thing I think I’d ever seen. I grabbed the piece and tucked it under my arm and started heading towards the door. I turned to check if anyone had seen me and I saw her staring at me.” You laughed and shook your head. “She was just staring at me and her eyes went to the piece of bread I had tucked under my arm and you know what she did?” You looked up at him. “She looked back into my eyes, smiling the whole time, and said to come back soon. I ran out of there, terrified for my life. I thought she was going to call the cops, but there was something about her smile that just seemed so genuine.

I think I got about ten steps down the road before I stopped. The guilt was too much, I felt sick to my stomach. I didn’t deserve to have something so nice. I was bad, and I had done a bad thing.” You scrunched your nose. “I went back immediately. I pushed past the people in line and went right up to her and I handed her the bread back. She looked at me confused and just shook her head. ‘You can have it, it’s your first time here right? Take a seat, let me know what you think of it.’” You laughed and covered your face with your hands. “I sat down and just cried while I ate it. I bawled, like people stared at me out of concern.” The lawyer stared at you. “When I finished she came up to me and asked how it was. I started apologizing profusely and she just handed me another one, and asked if I’d like to learn how to make my own,” you shook your head incredulously.

“She offered me a job and a place to stay. I still don’t understand how she was able to see right through me.” You heard the timer go off and you shot up to get the bread out of the oven. You smiled as you saw how perfectly the six little buns had crisped up. You transferred them over to a plate and grabbed one for the lawyer. You placed it in front of him. “There are bad people out there, but there are also good people. There has to be a natural balance otherwise everything would fall apart, don’t you think?” You looked at him as he stared at the pastry before him. “I can see that you really care about your clients. Even if this was a bit inappropriate to do, drunkenly asking to speak to them and all, but the right sentiment is there.” He pressed his lips together into a thin line. “The world needs more people that are willing to look past everything and find the good. I hope you can keep doing that.”

You heard laughter from the hallway and looked over the lawyer’s shoulder at the open door to see Nanami and a sharply dressed woman stepping out of the stairway. The woman suddenly looked at you and then at the lawyer. “Higuruma!” She quickened her step towards your place. Nanami followed behind her. “Pardon my intrusion,” she said as she entered. She stomped up to the man checking on him before turning to you. She bowed slightly. “I apologize for his behavior. This is completely out of character for him, I don’t know what he’s thinking. I’m sorry-”

“It’s okay, he explained some of what’s been going on. Do you work with him?”

“Yes, my name is Shimizu, I’m a colleague of his, I’m also a lawyer.”

“I’m Y/N, sorry we have to meet like this.” You turned your attention to Nanami who was staring at the man. “Sorry our breakfast plans got thrown around a little.”

Shimizu turned towards Nanami and then back to you. “Ah, I see...” She smiled at you. “I’ll take over now, thank you again for your help. Here’s my business card, let me know if there’s ever anything you need.” You took her card and smiled. Fancy, you thought to yourself.

“Wait,” Higuruma said. “Have my card too,” he felt around his pockets for them but couldn’t find anything.

“Don’t tell me you lost your wallet,” Shimuzu said, annoyed. She pulled out another card and handed it to you. “Here’s his card as well.”

“Thanks.”

“Thank you for listening to me…” Higuruma looked like he was trying to remember your name.

“Y/N,” you repeated.

He smiled at you. “Wait!” he said again as Shimuzu started pushing him out. “My melon bread…” he muttered, turning back and grabbing it off the plate. Shimuzu sighed and continued to push him out.

You watched the two bicker as they went down the hall and into the staircase. You became aware of Nanami’s eyes on you. You reached down to move the cat food out of the door frame and let the door shut. “If I ever got called to fetch you out of some stranger’s apartment after you had a drunken night out, I don’t think I’d be as calm as she was,” you said. You turned back to him after he hadn’t said anything. “I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea. I helped him out and we just talked.” You frowned. “I feel like saying that makes me seem more guilty, but I don’t even know why I’m defending myself here.” You turned to him and stared for a bit. “Are you mad at me?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “No?”

“Oh.” You turned back towards the door. “You were just being so quiet…I mean I heard you guys laughing…the lawyer lady, Shimizu. She was really pretty. She looked so professional..” You smiled half heartedly. “You looked good together.” You muttered. You frowned as you realized how ridiculous you sounded. “Anyway…” you turned towards the kitchen and started walking to the counter. “I made some pastries this morning. It’s not much, but we’ll also have to be quick because I forgot I promised Shoko I’d meet her early. So I only have time to change and then we probably need to head out. Sorry for rushing things.” you frowned again. “I should have told you to stop by earlier, but I got a little distracted.”

“Are you jealous?”

“M-me?” You felt your face grow red. “No-no I’m not- why would you- why would you think that?” you laughed awkwardly. “I was just saying she’s super pretty and I’d just never heard someone laugh with you like that before I mean other than me- but I mean I guess I don’t really know you-I mean I know you but not like I know you now- and she’s-I mean she’s super pretty you have to admit-“

“I wasn’t a fan of the way he asked for your name at the end of your conversation,” he said looking down at his wrist and fiddling with his watch. “I know that look he gave you… I’ve given you that look.”

You smiled and felt relief. “Seems like we’re on the same boat.” You shook your head and went over to him, looking up with a playful frown. “Was she really that funny?”

“She was the only one laughing, I don’t think anything I said was particularly interesting.”

You thought back at the way her eyes had turned from you to him and back to you. Oh I see, she had said. “She was into you,” you wrapped your arms around him. “I’ve done that before, laughed like an idiot at someone who’s not funny because I thought they were hot.”

“Have you done that with me?” He asked.

“No, you’re actually funny. It’s never forced with you.” You looked up at him again. “It’s your fault, you’re so handsome. We have to do something about your face.”

“Well then, what do you suggest we do about yours?”

“What do you mean?”

“He was quite taken with you.”

You made a face and shook your head. “Men will rant about their problems to you and then think they’re in love just because you listened.”

“Did he rant about his problems? His alcoholism? His brutishness? What was he thinking coming into someone’s apartment in that state? He’s lucky he didn’t-“

“He was having a rough time of it actually. I do feel a bit bad.” You turned back to look at the door and then the cat items. “He was my neighbor’s lawyer. They’re a young couple, the husband was arrested on some unfair charges and he seemed devastated by the outcome.”

“That’s not very professional.”

You shrugged. “I think it’s been a long time coming. Hopefully my pep talk keeps him back on track for a while longer, but I have a feeling he’s going to snap one day,” you said darkly. “There was something unhinged in his eyes.”

Nanami pulled you back and hugged you tightly again as you buried your face back into his chest. He smelled nice.

“Speaking of my neighbors. Do you like cats?”

“I don’t dislike them.” You nodded, backing out of his arms. “Why?”

“They left me in charge of their cat, Messi. Well not left me in charge, it’s more like they gave him to me. They left me all his stuff, he got out of their place yesterday before they left and somehow he always ends up at my place.”

“How does he get in?”

“Oh I guess I should show you around my apartment. Though there isn’t much to look at.” You ran a hand through your hair as you looked around. You pointed at where he was standing, next to the table. “Dining room, living room, kitchen, bathroom door, bedroom door, ta da!” You smiled cheekily as you pointed back where you started. “Bet that’s the fastest you’ve ever had a house tour, huh.” He looked around slowly, taking in the frames on the wall, the knick knacks on your shelves and the books piled all over the place, stacked not so neatly. “It’s- it’s really not much but it’s home,” you said feeling a little insecure again. Maybe you should have cleaned more.

“It’s lovely,” he said. “It feels very much like you.”

“Thanks…” you said. Your eyes went to the clock in your kitchen and you perked up. “Oh wow, is that the time…”

“May I see your bedroom?” He asked. You felt your face go red again.

“Oh, sure,” you started walking towards it. “I need to change anyway, hope you don’t mind.”

“Never.” You felt the blush grow and your stomach get tingly.

You opened the door and gestured briefly. “This is it, again it's not much... I think the bed is too big for this space, but it’s comfortable.” you went around to your closet pulling out a pair of black slacks and a white button down. You laughed to yourself. “That pink frosting was not coming off of my shirt. That’s two shirts you owe me, Kento.”

“I’ll have to make it up to you,” he said as he looked around the room. “What about this weekend? Are you free? I could take you shopping.”

You laughed again, “You’re like the main lead in a drama series. You’re too much, you know that?”

“Sorry?” He offered.

You smiled at him.“Thank you, but I’ll take a rain check on the shopping. I can get my own stuff. I’m hanging out with Akari on my half day, but Sunday I’ll be free,” you said as you buttoned your pants. “That is if you want to meet up on Sunday… if you’ve available.”

You turned to him and saw him blush this time. “Sunday…works.” You smiled victoriously as you walked over to him in just your bra. He stared at your face and you nodded briefly as if to give him permission to look. His eyes trailed down. “It’s a shame we have to hurry to campus. Are you sure Shoko can’t wait.”

“She’s doing me a favor by offering to teach me, I can’t do that to her,” you said. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you forward. You looked up expectantly and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled.

You finished getting dressed and you felt his eyes never leave you as you moved around. He walked behind you out of the room and into the kitchen where you proudly showed him the bread you had made.

“This is a very secret recipe, I doubt you’ll ever have one as good as this.” He looked down at the bread and smiled fondly. He picked up one of the little buns and slowly bit into it. You watched his face carefully for a reaction. You saw his eyes water slightly as he savored the treat.

He smiled and nodded. “Good.”

You were a bit confused. “Yeah…you okay?” He seemed to be lost in thought. “Kento?”

He smiled again and blinked a few times. “Yes, sorry, it brought up some memories. This is very good, Y/N.”

You smiled, deciding to not push it. “I worked at a bakery for a short time.” You looked at the buns. “They're good but you should have tried the ones where I learned… I guess people are masters for a reason.” He nodded and continued to eat.

“Did you want coffee or-” Suddenly your phone rang. You pulled it out of your pocket and read the name, Shoko.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hey, Y/N. I’ve been called out to do something so I won't be at the school this morning. Is there any way you could come in during your lunch?”

“I think that should work,” you said. Nanami looked at you curiously.

“Great, see you then.”

“Ooo~ is that Y/N?’ you heard Gojo’s voice in the background before she hung up.

You looked at your phone and then back up at Nanami. “So it looks like we have time after all, Shoko just rescheduled.” You sighed and leaned against the counter. “Sorry for rushing you before. Did you want some coffee or anything? I need a little pick me up.”

He shook his head, “Sit down, you’ve had a long morning. Do you mind if I make us some coffee?”

“I can make it for you, it's no problem-”

“I insist. It’s the least I can do,” he said with a smile. You smiled back and nodded.

“Fine, let me atleast get the ingredients out for you.”

“I’m sure I can find what I need,” he said, gesturing for you to go sit at the table.

You obliged and sat down with a happy sigh. You watched as he moved around the kitchen, looking for ingredients. The coffee, the sugar, etc. You smiled as he grumbled to himself as he searched for items and he would occasionally look over at you for some guidance. You pointed at your cup drawer and he looked over at you as he pulled out two mugs. He held one in his hand and read the text.

He frowned. “I used to work at this company,” he said.

“Ah, I got it as a freebie after signing up for their newsletter or something like that, I don't remember now.” You laughed, “I wonder if you were at that event. It must have been around the time you worked there. Before I had this apartment I used to rent one close to their headquarters, so I would walk by almost daily. We were so close and had no idea.”

Nanami smiled, bringing over two cups of coffee and the tray of bread. “I don’t think you would have liked me then.”

“What do you mean?” You took the warm cup from him.

He sighed as he sat, “I feel as if I was a soulless shell of a man focused on money”

“Was?” you teased.

He gave you a look, “Am I still?” You blew on your cup and smiled slyly. He smiled, “I guess I am still focused on money, but soulless?”

“Definitely not, I can tell by the way you made this coffee,” you said, taking a sip. He shook his head and looked down at his cup. He had taken the one with his old company logo.

“Would you have liked me?” He mumbled.

“Probably not, if I’m honest,” you said bluntly. You smiled, “I hate stiffs in suits and I don’t have much money so I doubt you’d have given me the time of day anyway.”

“Stiffs in suits? Isn’t that what I am now?”

“At least you’re helping people, now. That company always had a fishy vibe, there was always a tan blonde man in sunglasses who would try to pick me up with bad English phrases.” You scrunched your face. “Sound like someone you know?”

He laughed. “Unfortunately I know who you’re referring to.”

The two of you finished up your breakfast and Nanami offered to do the dishes while you tidied up. You wiped down your counters as he rinsed the cups. You moved on to the table.

Laying on the table were the two business cards the lawyer had handed you. You examined the sturdy ivory rectangle and the elegant gold lettering of the man’s business card. Hiromi Higuruma, it sounded like a name out of a tv show. You looked up and saw Nanami staring at the card in your hand with disdain. You smiled, laughing a bit at his expression.

“Here,” you reached out and handed him the card. “Hold on to this for me, you never know when I might need a lawyer.”

He begrudgingly took the card and scanned the writing, the scowl still on his face. “I’ll keep you out of trouble.” He tucked the card into his pocket.

“Did he really bother you that much?”

“Please, enough about him,” he said with a sigh.

“I kind of like that you’re jealous,” you teased. “Anyway, what are you so worried about?” You reached out and put a hand on his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.” You felt his cheek grow warm as a blush came over his face.

Nanami looked down at his watch, he seemed to be calculating something in his head. “We have about thirty minutes until we have to leave right?”

“Yeah, why?”

He suddenly moved closer to you, putting his hand on either side of the table around your waist. “Should we make use of our morning?”He gave you a cocky smirk as he gently moved one of his hands under your chin, tilting your face upwards.

You felt your face burning now. “What can we even do in only half an hour”

He tilted his head as he thought. “Well we really only have twenty minutes, I would allow us another ten to compose ourselves.”

“Do you think that’s enough?” you asked, laughing.

He shrugged as he brought his face closer to yours. “We can make it work.” He closed the distance between you, delicately placing his lips on yours. He was so warm, so soft. You pulled him closer, placing your hand on the back of his head and lacing your fingers within his silky blonde locks. His lips moved softly against yours, his hand gently placed on your back as he settled himself between your legs. You pulled back for a second and looked up at him. His lips were glistening with your mixed saliva and face was flush. You smiled.

“Seeing as I haven’t really had the time to do laundry, and the fact that I’m down a couple of shirts, and that we have a record of being…messy. I propose we move this to my bedroom.”

He smiled and nodded. He placed another soft kiss on your lips before backing up to let you move forward away from the table.

“I’ll try to not let it become a habit.”

“What?”

“Ruining your shirts.”

“To be fair you only ruined two, the other one was that monster.” You shrugged, “Some things are just inevitable.” You turned towards him once you were in your room and started unbuttoning your shirt. “Should we set a timer?” you joked.

Nanami set his blazer aside and loosened his tie. “We can be quick about it. We made do in that bathroom.”

You felt your cheeks go red, “Oh my god,” you buried your face in your hands and sat on the bed. You heard him chuckle and you looked up. He placed a hand down onto your cheek and you smiled at him. He slowly lowered his face down towards you and kissed your forehead. He pushed you onto your back as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. You shifted your weight as you reached down to pull your pants down. You slipped them off of your legs and suddenly felt him grab your right ankle. He smiled coyly as he placed it up onto his shoulders, you felt your face go red as you looked at him. He held your leg firmly as he lazily unbuttoned his pants and shuffled them down to expose himself. You felt your heartbeat quicken as he moved forward and ran his cock over your underwear. He moved forward, placing his knees on the bed as he brought your legs up onto his thighs. He picked up your left leg and pressed it against his side as he moved forward to kiss you. You groaned as you felt your right thigh stretch against his chest. You moved one of your hands onto his shoulder and the other laced into his hair bringing him closer. Your tongues danced as you desperately kissed him. He continued to buck his hips, running his cock over your now soaked panties. He grunted at the friction and quickly moved back suddenly. You whimpered again as your leg moved back up with him. He let go of your left leg and moved it over opening your legs wide before him. He looked up at you, his pupils wide and his mouth wet with your spit. He swallowed hard as his eyes trailed down your body. “Y/N…I don’t know how to explain what you do to me…” He licked his lips as he thrust his hips forward against your clothed cunt. “I apologize in advance if I’m being too rough.” He looked back up at you. “Please let me know if I’m too rough..” He moved a hand down and pushed aside the wet fabric easily.

He pressed his tip lightly against your opening. You moved a hand forward and pressed it against his abdomen stopping him momentarily. “Kento…”

His head snapped up to meet your eyes. “Yes?”

There was a desperation in his gaze that made you feel a warmth in your chest. “It’s okay.” You moved your hand back and lifted your arms over your head. “Be rough with me, please…” you moaned and arched your back as you felt him dip a little deeper inside you.

Nanami quickly grabbed your other leg and pressed it back against you as he moved forward and buried himself deep inside of you. You let out a yelp, which was muffled by him devouring your lips. He pushed his hips roughly against you, desperately, quickly, as he held your legs further back. You were folded over yourself and you felt the head of his cock bully the deepest parts of you. You gasped everytime he pushed into you, becoming a mumbling mess under his touch. He slipped an arm behind you and brought you closer to him and you gasped at the change in position. He had you trapped in a mating press and all you could do was mutter incoherently. “Kento!” you cried, tears forming in your eyes from the pleasure. He moved his mouth from your lips and trailed sloppy kisses down to your jaw and into your neck. You felt him bite your skin gently before latching onto the side of your neck. He was going to leave a mark, you were sure. You moved your arms forward and hugged his large torso towering over you. He wasn’t slowing down and you were reaching your limit. You dug your nails into his back and you heard him hiss as he released your neck. He smiled snarkily before moving to the other side of your neck and biting down on it. You dragged your nails along his back again and he bit down harder. You cried out as he desperately moved his hips with more force, his knees slipping and forcing him deeper as he temporarily let his weight drop on you for an instant. You moaned loudly and clenched your entire body as you came. He grunted into your ear as he thrust his hips one more time before releasing with a roar.

You were both breathing heavily as he stayed inside of you for a while longer, twitching against your contracting walls. He kissed your face gently as he tried to catch his breath and you smiled, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling. After some time he finally moved back, releasing your legs which had been trapped between the two of you. He took a moment to massage your thighs in his hands. You hummed in appreciation.

You felt him move back and pull out of you. You winced as you felt warm liquid ooze out of you. You pointed to your bedside table and he quickly fetched a handkerchief to clean you up.

“I might have gotten carried away again.”

You laughed and sat up sorely. “It's only 8 am.” You mumbled. He smiled at you and you saw his eyes trail to your neck. You put a hand over the spots he had leeched on to. He smiled satisfied as he made his way off the bed.

“I’m going to take a quick shower…would you like to join me?” You nodded and scooted off of the bed. You looked at him as he turned his back towards you and winced. He turned to look. “What? Is something wrong?”

“Your back,” you said with a frown. “I didn’t realize how hard I was scratching.”

He peeked over his shoulder at the sharp red lines. “Nothing you can’t fix,” he said. He went over to you and scooped you up in his arms.

After your quick shower together you went back into your bedroom to get dressed. You looked in the mirror at your body. He had left a mark at the base of your neck, just low enough to be covered by the collar of your shirt. You looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw he was staring with a smile on his face. “I might have been caught up in the moment, but I made sure I was careful.”

You smiled back and looked at the mark again. You looked back up at him. “This…this doesn’t have anything to do with you being jealous does it?”

He blinked and you saw his eyebrows furrow slightly. “No,” he huffed, fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeve.. “Why would you- No, I’m not-”

You laughed. “Sorry, I had to tease. I love when you get flustered.”

He sighed and came up behind you, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “Do you have the lady lawyer’s card? What was her name? Shimizu? I think I should hold on to her card as well.”

You frowned and leaned your head into his. “I knew it. You’re leaving me for her.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you bringing you closer to him. He buried his face into your neck and took a deep breath. He pressed a kiss into your shoulder before moving up to kiss your cheek. “We should get going.”

You turned to look at him. “Okay.” He took your hands and lifted them to his lips to give them a gentle kiss.

“Make sure Shoko doesn’t go too far, she has a habit of getting carried away…”

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pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5.

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peri4stral · 2 days ago

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For Sweets

Pairing: Bsf! James Potter x F! Reader

Word count: 9k

Synopsis: You and James have been best friends for ages, but when you go to the potters for Christmas break, certain feelings come to light.

Warnings: MDNI! Mentions of the reader having familial problems, few uses of Y/N, eventual smut, reader is described as shorter than James, porn with a lot of plot, oral (f! receiving), unprotected piv, no pull-out

The pub you and your friends frequent is not far from campus or your flat with Marlene. You two decide to walk despite the chill in the air; Marlene never seems to get cold. A contrast to you, who began to shiver the moment you stepped out of the comfort of your flat. The walk is unexpectedly pleasant despite the cold that nips at your nose. Snow has just begun to fall, clinging to the pavement and dusting your hair when you hear a distant whooping.

Down the street opposite you, you see the familiar faces of Sirius and Remus. You immediately notice the lack of James as you hear Sirius whistle and holler. “Oi, lovelies! Are you not freezing your knickers off?” he yells far too loudly as he approaches.

“My blood runs hot, Sirius, you know that,” Marlene laughs as she runs up to him, giving him what you assume is a bone-crushing hug.

“S’pose I was talking about our lovely Y/N. James would kill me if I let his Sweets freeze!” The sound of the nickname James had given you back in your first year of Hogwarts feels foreign coming from a mouth that isn’t his.

“I’m fine, Pads, don’t you worry about me,” you reply, though your teeth chattering leaves Sirius unconvinced. With a peck on the cheek, he gently plucks the hat off Remus’s head and places it on yours. “There, all better!” Sirius grins, clearly proud of his chivalrous deed before he links your arm with his and continues on your path to the pub.

“I thought James was coming?” Marlene asks, looking back between Sirius and Remus. You’re glad that you weren’t the one to ask. There’s no need to give your friends another opportunity to pick on James and your friendship.

“Monty called him just before we left. James said he’d meet us at the pub,” Sirius shrugs. “He’s probably making sure everything is in order for when we go home.” He squeezes your arm a little tighter.

Before you know it, you find yourself at the familiar table, back to the door as you sit across from Marlene. Sirius is off grabbing some drinks for the table and Remus is setting up a game of billiards.

The leather beneath you is cracked and worn by the patrons over the years, and your fingers trace the stitching of the seat as Marlene gushes about Dorcas.

“I just don’t know, I mean I think she might like me, honest! But what if she’s just being friendly?” Marlene puts her head in her hands, exasperatedly.

“Marls, it doesn’t sound like she’s just being friendly! You said she was being all touchy,” you point out. “Friends aren’t just like that!”

“Well, what about you and James?” Marlene raised her eyebrow. You became aware of the clamminess of your palms. “You’re constantly all over each other!” She sounds more accusatory than you’re prepared to address.

“That’s different!” You assert.

“How is that any different?!” Marlene looks very pleased with herself as your eyes go wide.

“It just is!” You say a little too loud. “James and I have been best friends for years.” Marlene starts to open her mouth to say something, but her eyes focus on something behind you.

Before you have a chance to look, you feel a warmth radiating from behind you as the hat Sirius snatched from Remus for you is pulled over your eyes. “Guess who,” a cheerful voice chimes.

A smile spreads across your face before you move the hat back up your head. “Jamie!” You playfully chide. You stand and wrap your arms around his shoulders, acutely aware of his scent that reminds you so strongly of home.

“Hello, Sweets,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist. You can feel Marlene’s eyes burning into you before you return to your seat and James takes his next to yours.

“What did Monty want?” Sirius asks as he returns with drinks and beckons Remus back over to your table. He had just finished racking and made his way over.

“Just making sure we’re still coming,” James smiles at the table.

“He worries too much,” Sirius says, taking a swig. Remus leans over the table and takes a bottle.

“Who’s up for billiards?” Remus challenges before the table breaks out in cheers.

The next few hours are spent laughing and drinking with lots of Marlene getting flustered over the game. Despite the stress of upcoming exams, you allow yourself to fully melt into the moment. The atmosphere is something you wouldn't trade for anything: your best friends, full of love and laughter.

A couple groups of students linger towards the end of your night along with a few older patrons you have come to know as regulars. You look up at the clock, noting the time. Not too late, but with your final two exams less than 48 hours away, you figure it’s time to call it a night.

“Oi, pretty lady!” a man calls drunkenly across the pub. “What does a guy gotta do to get a date with you?” He comes up to your table and leans over you. “What d’ya say sweetheart?” James takes a swig of his drink.

“Well, as much as I’d love to, I should actually be getting home,” you explain in the kindest tone you can muster. You begin to stand to walk to Marlene but the man follows your movements. You can smell the alcohol on his breath. “Come on, baby,” he says as you pull on your jacket and try to ignore him. “I don’t bite!”

“Mate, she’s not interested,” Sirius barks across the table. The man is clearly about to say more, but closes his mouth as Remus appears behind Sirius. Remus, despite his gentle nature, is very visually imposing and much taller than the man, who scoffs, and walks away.

“I’m about ready to head out, what about you, Marls?” you ask, trying to ignore the feeling gnawing in your stomach.

“Yeah about that…” Marlene begins. You look at her with wide eyes.

“You’re going to see Dorcas again?” you jeer. “I guess I’ll just have to walk home all alone!” You sigh dramatically.

“You know I’ll always walk you home, Sweets,” James says tenderly as he slips on his jacket. It glides elegantly over his toned arms and you can't help but admire him. “Only if you’d like of course,” he says. You almost think he sounds nervous.

“Yeah, of course. I’d like that,” You say snapping yourself back into the moment.

“Well, Padfoot, Moony, it looks like it’s time for Sweets and I to head out. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, don’t have too much fun,” Sirius quips, and Remus elbows him. You try to ignore the comment and instead, turn to Marlene.

“Say ‘hi’ to Dorcas for me,” you say as Marlene gives you her signature bear hug.

You and James slip out the pub door to find the snow still falling. Looking beside you as you start down the road you see the snow gently landing in James’s dark curls. You look at him a moment longer, tracing the lines of his face with your eyes.

“Enjoying the view, Sweets?” James startles you and you avert your gaze immediately.

“I was just thinking,” you begin, now looking at your feet. “Thank you for walking me home,” you look back to see him smiling kindly. He reaches out a bare hand to hold your gloved one; he and Marlene seem to share that kind of warmth.

“You don’t even have to mention it, Sweets. I meant it when I said I’d always walk with you. I enjoy the company,” his tender smile shifts to a cocky smirk. “Besides, you would be oh so bored without me!” You roll your eyes, but you know he’s right.

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“Jamie, you can’t walk home in that,” you motion to the window. The snow hasn’t stopped since you walked to the pub hours ago, and the streets are now coated in thick blankets of white while the snow comes down heavier and heavier.

“It’s not very far. I’ll be fine, Sweets,” James says reassuringly, though your years of friendship and the tell-tale tousling of his hair tell you that he is dreading it just as much as you are.

“No, you won’t,” you assert. “You’ll stay the night. It’s not like it’s the first time,” you say without waiting for a response, though you notice the tension melt from his shoulders. You don’t mean to sound bossy, but there’s no way in hell you’ll let your best friend walk out in that weather. “I’ll get some blankets and take the couch.”

“Absolutely not!” He protests. “I’m not kicking you out of your bed!” He steps closer and you take an involuntary step back.

“You're not kicking me out, James, I’m offering,” you tell him.

“Well I’m declining,” he says smugly. Merlin, that smirk.

“James, please,” you say exasperated. Something shifts in James. The smug look is replaced by something softer.

“What if we just both take the bed?” James asks, finally done protesting. Your heart pounds a little harder. It shouldn’t be weird, you and James have been best friends for years. You shared a bed when you were younger, what’s different now?

He is. He’s taller and broader in a way that makes your heart leap into your throat. His boyish charm was replaced long ago with something that makes you dizzy. You’re different. Your desires even more so.

“Fine,” you concede.

“Which side do you want?” James asks as you enter your room.

“This one,” you answer as you walk to your side and begin to turn down the blankets and sheets. James does the same, and you can almost imagine this as the norm. You observe his form clumsily turning down the sheets before he looks up.

“D’you want to have a pillow in between?”

“Only if it would make you more comfortable,” you answer almost too quickly. “I’m gonna brush my teeth,” you say as you grab some clothes to change into and walk to your bathroom. As the tap runs, you wet your brush you begin to zone out. Thoughts of James plague your mind. You imagine what it would be like to crawl into bed with him and fall asleep wrapped around each other like you'd wanted for so long. You know it is a futile thought, James sees you as one of his best friends, nothing more. Why is that not enough for you?

You finish up and pull out an unused brush for James. After slipping out of your jeans and jumper, you put on your shorts and T-shirt. “I left a brush for you on the counter,” you say as you reenter the room.

“Thanks,” he says with a smile. “D’you maybe have a shirt like that I can borrow?” You look down at your baggy T-shirt and feel heat rush to your face.

“Yeah, let me grab one,” you walk to your closet and pick out a shirt that you think will fit. He disappears into the bathroom with the shirt and you slide into bed. When James reappears, you roll to face the door as he strides towards the bed. The shirt did not, in fact, fit. Your eyes trace over his body, from his blue plaid boxers to the bit of toned waist that your Queen shirt doesn’t cover.

“Should I get the light?” he asks before slipping into the bed.

“Yeah, that’d be great,” you say. He fiddles with the switch and as the room goes dark, lays down facing you. Soft moonlight filters in through the blinds as you stare into each other's eyes, inches apart.

“You excited to go back home?” James asks, referencing your trip to his parent's house for Christmas. Home he called it. It had been your haven so many times throughout your years at Hogwarts.

“Of course,” you say, a smile spreading across your face. “I can’t wait for Effie’s cooking, Merlin, I swear there’s nothing better.” James chuckles at your enthusiasm. You just smile at each other for a moment before you yawn.

He matches your yawn. “Y’gave it to me,” he mutters through it. You fight your heavy eyelids but soon enough your eyes fall closed. You listen to James’ breathing as it slowly evens out. You roll over, back facing him, and quickly drift off to sleep.

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The early morning light filters through the window. Your eyes just barely flutter open to see the barely risen sun poking over the horizon. It looks cold outside. With that realization, you notice the warmth that surrounds you. You remember the events of last night and recognize James’ arm draped around your waist. The warmth is nice. A stark contrast to the cold you know waits just outside of your blankets. You feel at peace enveloped in James’ arms. You’re too tired to think about it fully.

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Your eyes open to the sound of the kettle whistling and a distant mutter. “Shit, shhh,” you hear faintly. You blink the sleep from your eyes and roll over to see the spot where James had slept empty. You're suddenly freezing, remembering the warmth of James wrapped around you.

Pushing that thought to the back of your mind, you pull on your pink fuzzy socks and a jumper. You leave the shorts you slept in on and step out of your bedroom door. Marlene’s is still closed and you hear careful clattering of dishes from the kitchen.

As you walk down the hall, James comes into view with a tea towel slung over his shoulder as he stands in front of your hob. The floor creaks beneath your feet as you approach and James turns, his curls bouncing as he does.

“What’re you making?” You ask noticing him still in your too-short shirt from the night before.

“Bangers and mash,” he says with a shrug.

“For breakfast?” You cock an eyebrow.

“You really need to go shopping,” he replies smoothly. “It’s what I could make with what you’ve got.”

“I didn’t even realise we had enough for that. Marls was s’posed to go days ago,” you walk into the cramped kitchen and observe the two mugs laid out on the counter. “For me?” You ask.

“Yeah, I figured this was the least I could do to repay you for letting me stay,” James says, motioning to the meal he’s cooking.

“Jamie, you really didn’t have to do all this,” you say grabbing your mug. “It wasn’t a problem,” you insist.

“Well still, felt like doing something nice,” he smiles sweetly.

“You’ll be giving your mum a run for her money with the way it smells,” you say as you sit in your dining area and watch James finish. “Plates are up —” he already knows where they are as he reaches into your cupboard and pulls out two.

“Is Marlene home?” He asks. You peek around the corner and see her door closed.

“Think so. I wouldn’t count on her being up in time for breakfast though,” you say with a fond smile. James chuckles and sets a plate down in front of you. He places his own across from yours and sits.

“What’s that?” James asks pointing to the comically tall stack of books and loose papers.

“Why’d you have to remind me,” you groan. “I really should be studying for my last final exams.” With elbows on the table, you place your head in your hands and massage your temples. You were stressed. You tried to deny it to enjoy your time with your friends but eventually, reality always creeps back in. You were stressed.

“I could help if you wanted,” James offered. “If you’d rather study alone I understand. I’d be shocked, of course, I mean, I’m a great study partner but, if you’d rather be boring-”

“James,” you cut him off. You imagine he could ramble on and on if you let him. The cocky smile drops from his face slowly. “I’d love for you to help me.”

The smile quickly reappears, this time with a softer undertone.

The two of you pick at the food James made slowly, plates being pushed farther and farther across the table as books consume the space in front of you. James was right. He is an excellent study partner. Though when you weren’t busy studying the pages in front of you, you were studying his features; sharp yet gentle in the same way he is.

Everyone knew James was a troublemaker, back in Hogwarts and still today. Not everyone knew that James is one of the smartest people you’ve ever met. He easily picks up any challenge thrown at him and promptly masters it. Yet somehow, he doesn’t let it get to his head… too much.

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Hours of flashcards and practice quizzes later, you’re wrapping up, much more confident than you were before when Marlene finally emerges from her room. It’s well past noon, but this is typical for Marls. If she doesn’t have to be up, she won’t be. What’s not typical for Marlene, is Dorcas following after her in a skirt clearly from last night, and one of Marlene’s jumpers.

You’re closing your final textbook when James shoots you a look as Marlene guides Dorcas to the door with a hand on the small of her back. They’re giggling about something as they put on their shoes and you raise your eyebrows at Marlene. She returns the look and walks outside with Dorcas.

The door closes and in a second you and James are at the peephole fighting to see. His height gives him the advantage. “Shhh!” he flails his hands motioning to be quiet and you give up fighting him.

“What are they doing?” You whisper-shout.

“They’re just talking,” James says, face still pressed against the door. “They’re smiling. Wait, they’re laughing.” Not being able to watch drives you crazy.

“Jamie, please just let me see!” You whine.

“Just wait, Sweets,” he says calmly. Oh, wait, hold on. " It’s silent for a few seconds. “Merlin,” James says, breaking the silence as he pulls away from the door. She actually did it.”

“What!?” You push James away from the door finally and take a look for yourself. Marlene’s hands are on either side of Dorcas’s face as you watch years of pining all pay off. “Blimey! She actually did it!” You echo James. You look away after Dorcas rests her hands on Marlene’s hips. You and James look at each other, mouths agape, dumbfounded.

The doorknob rattles a bit, and you and James scramble back to the table, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. Marlene closes the door, smiling. She takes off her shoes and looks up at the pair of you. “You guys can stop pretending y’know. I heard you against the door,” she shrugs.

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Euphemia Potter opens the door with a wide grin that matches her son’s and wastes no time pulling him into a crushing hug. This type of aggressive affection seems to run in the family. The house smells of incense and vanilla; Effie must have been baking. James goes to Fleamont next, Effie takes hold of Sirius, and finally you.

“How are you, my dear?” She asks warmly. “I trust James had been behaving himself?” She gives a sly smile and heat rushes to your face.

“Of course, Mrs. Potter. Jamie is always a gentleman,” your eyes glide to James, who is facing you from across the foyer when he sends a wink your way.

“Let me take your bags, dear,” Fleamont offers. You smile and hand your things over.

“Thank you, Mr. Potter,” you say.

“Oh, don’t bother with the formalities, dear,” Fleamont chuckles. “You’ve been around enough you could be our daughter.” You feel that warmth in your chest that the Potter’s always bring out.

“Why does she get her bags carried?” Sirius whines.

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“Now that you’re home, I hope you’d all like to help with the tree!” Euphemia’s eyes gleamed as you sat around the mahogany table. A table that has seen countless meals with the Potters and honorary Potters. A table that is worn with years of stubbed toes and bumped hips. With memories.

“Oh, Euphemia. Trust that this will be the best-dressed tree you’ve ever seen,” Sirius says, dramatically planting his fingertips against the wood.

As serving plates fly around the table and conversation blooms, you can’t help but feel a certain bitter-sweet bliss. The warm and inviting environment of the Potters is something you wouldn’t trade for the world, but that lack of warmth in your family tends to make the holidays hard.

James catches your eye. “You okay?” He says across the table as the elder Potters and Sirius engage in some talk of him and Remus.

“Yeah,” you say. “I’m just glad to be home,” you flash a grateful smile and James returns it with his upside-down smirk.

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The boxes fly around the room, organising themselves on the ground as James and Fleamont carry the questionably tall fir through the halls. Sirius immediately goes to open the ornaments, his eyes reflecting the glimmer of the baubles. You open the box of lights to test if they still work. They don’t, of course, not completely. You run the strand through your hands, searching to find a visible problem.

The problem, it seems, is a single shattered bulb. You unplug the lights and reach onto the table where your wand was left. “Illuminatis,” you pronounce. Your wand produces a faint yellow light as the pieces seem to reassemble. You lean across the shag rug and plug the lights back in.

“Always knew you were the smart one, Sweets,” James says, standing in Sirius’ way, as the lights illuminate the room, eyes locked onto you. You roll the lights into a ball.

“Glad you finally caught on, Jamie,” you call back, walking the lights to the tree. You see in your periphery Sirius fake gagging and James giving him a firm clap on the back. You feel the heat rush to your face again. Effie helps you string the lights up. The scent of pine envelops you as you pass the string of lights between yourself and Effie, slowly working your way up the tree. You struggle on your tiptoes, attempting to reach the top with needles poking everywhere when James appears behind you, plucking the ball of lights from your hands.

“Here, love,” he strings up the last of the lights.

“I’ll start with the tinsel!” Sirius cries out, nearly toppling over an armchair in the process. He removes the tinsel draped around his neck in a makeshift scarf and pushes you and James away from the tree. “Everyone stand back,” he spreads his arms wide. “Let me work my magic.”

You slump onto the sofa, James beside you, arm casually slung around your shoulders and you find yourself appreciating the domestic feel of it all. Watching Sirius meticulously place his tinsel while leaning into James’s embrace. You could get used to it.

“Oi, when will you let us take a turn?” James complained as Sirius moved on from the tinsel to the ornaments.

“I have more of an eye for this, Prongs, we know this,” Sirius mumbles while placing a golden bauble. Euphemia hurries into the room with a platter of ginger snap cookies. James lunges towards them before she sets them down and even Sirius takes a break from his precise decorating to snag a cookie.

James sits huddled over the cookies when Fleamont and Euphemia sit on the other end of the sofa, Monty’s arm around Effie’s shoulder. Your stomach flutters at the thought of you and James growing up to be them before the reality of your friendship twists in your heart. You barely notice Sirius’ spectacle of placing his final ornament.

“Monty d’you want to place the star?” Sirius asks.

“You kids do it this year, Monty smiles affectionately at Sirius and you, James still hunched over the ginger snaps.

“M’lady,” Sirius bows as he hands you the star. “Would you Like to do the honours?”

“Y’know you can be such a gentleman when you try,” you say with a smile. You take the star from his hands and walk to the tree. As you approach, you realize again just how tall the tree is. You step up on your toes again, stretching your arms as high as they can reach, just barely unable to reach it. You feel James’s presence behind you and his hands on your waist. Your hands instinctively go to push him away, a flush of embarrassment washing over you. “I could just use a stool, Jamie,” you protest.

“But I’m right here,” he says, his breath warm against your ear. “And the stool is all the way over there. Just trust me, Sweets.” you move your hands away and reach up with the star again. He only lifts you a few centimetres, an honestly unnecessary gesture, but James has always been good at being close to you. Just enough to make your heart skip.

When James sets you down, you both step back to admire the tree. “You do have an eye for it, Sirius,” you say, sitting back on the sofa. James follows you like a shadow, snagging another cookie before sitting next to you.

You all sit for a long while, basking in the light of the tree and the warmth of the fire. Effie goes to bed first. Monty sticks around awhile, telling stories of his Hogwarts days, before eventually joining his wife.

“Well, I think it’s time for me to surrender to sleep,” Sirius yawns. “You coming, Prongs?”

“Sounds good to me,” James says, catching Sirius’ yawn. “G’night, Sweets,” James says.

“Night, boys, I think I’ll stay a little while, ” you say as they begin to walk to their rooms. You hear Sirius’ footsteps start up the stairs, then, James’s footsteps padding across the hardwood floor. He grabs another cookie.

“My before-bed cookie,” he explains with a wink. He follows after Sirius and you giggle a bit to yourself before you’re interrupted by your own yawn. You fall asleep in the light of the tree.

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You wake up to the sound of footsteps pattering in the kitchen. You don’t remember grabbing a blanket, but you throw the one covering you off and make your way to the kitchen. You see James standing in front of the sink, in nothing but his plaid, red pyjama pants, filling a tall glass of water.

James turns around, adjusting his glasses to focus on you as you enter in your shorts and tank top. “What’re you doing up?” James whispers.

“I heard you in the kitchen,” you whisper back. “I was on the couch.”

“I know, I gave you a blanket,” James shrugs. “I didn’t want you to get cold,” “Well, there's the fire too,” you quietly say back.

“I know, I put another log on it,” he steps towards you. “I really didn’t want you to get cold.” You couldn’t help but grin at the man standing before you. It’s so easy to love him. Even when you try not to, you love him. “Why’d you fall asleep on the couch?” James’s grin turns into a face of genuine curiosity.

“I just wanted to be in front of the tree…” you admit. “My family’s never been the type y’know. I just love you all so much, ‘n it makes me so happy to spend the holidays with you,” your nose stings with tears threatening to form.

“Sweets, I-” James starts. “We love you too.” Heat flushes your face with words left unspoken. You take a step forward without registering it, and he follows suit. “Do you want to talk more about it?” Another step.

The moonlight filters through the window across the kitchen. He looks so beautiful. You think to yourself as you take another step forward.

She looks so beautiful. James’s mind flashes with thoughts he shouldn’t have of his best friend. He takes a sip of his water and takes another step.

You take a step closer and by the time he sets his water down, you’re practically chest to chest. The moonlight reflects off of his glasses. You look past them into his eyes, trying to decipher them. The same innocent look in his eyes that you always saw in moments like this shifts to a look you’ve not seen before; a certain darkness to his hazel eyes.

His brows furrow in what looks like some internal turmoil before every muscle in his face relaxes. You take a step closer and James opens his eyes, looking between your eyes and lips. He lifts a tentative hand to your face, brushing a thumb along your cheek. You tilt your chin up at him, rising to your toes ever so slightly. He lowers his face. You can feel his warm breath against your face.

His breath hitches in his throat, as you lean closer together. It’s so quiet out. The soft fresh snow outside muffles any sound surrounding the house. All that you can hear is the thumping of your heart against your ribs, and every thought in your head screaming at you to kiss him. James bends down before you can debate it any further.

He presses his lips to yours cautiously, almost scared. Every voice in your head stops at once, leaving only the feeling of his lips on yours. While he holds your face in either hand, you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You tug on his curls slightly, earning a deep moan against your mouth. He presses his forehead against yours. “Fuck,” he whispers. “You don’t know how long I've wanted that,” he smiles giddily, his glasses crooked.

“Jamie,” You breathe. That’s all it takes for him to be back on you. With lips anchored to your own and a hand tangled in your hair, his other hand trails down your body. From gently tracing your jaw he slides his hand down your neck, fingers brushing against your collarbone.

His hands find the crook of your back, massaging gentle circles into your skin. You bring your hands to his shirtless waist, scratching along his sides, feeling his toned abs and the heat of his skin. You shiver at his movement around your waistband. You feel his hand move to the fabric of your red thong. He runs his fingers under your waistband, just to feel you squirm.

“Jamie, stop teasing!” You whine. He only smiles against your lips before he moves his grip from your waist to your hips. He grips your ass and lifts you in the air, wrapping your legs around his waist. He sets you on the island countertop, the cool marble of the counter stings against your ass.

Your hand which was wrapped around his neck, instinctively reaches for his hair, tugging at a handful of curls. He pulls away and throws his head back with a groan. James has wanted this for so long. He has thought of this moment a million times in a million different ways. Never before did he think it would feel this good. He rubs circles onto your hips with his thumbs while moving his lips to your neck.

“You taste so sweet,” he breathes against your skin. You tilt your head to the side and let out a breathy moan. You pull him closer with your legs, craving some form of relief from the heat rising through your body. You feel him smile against your neck. “Have some patience, Sweets. We have all the time in the world now.”

You scratch your nails down his back while your face is buried in his hair. You gently move his face to meet yours and pluck his glasses off. You turn to set them on the counter and when you turn back to face him, you kiss him again. Slower, more innocently.

The innocence is soon gone when you run your hands down his chest, stroking your nails down his abs, resting on his waistband. He looks down at you, eyes dark. “James,” you whisper.

He’s on you in an instant. His tongue licks along your bottom lip, waiting for an entrance, which you gladly oblige. Your core presses against him, with nothing but the thin fabric of your shorts separating you.

James and you are so involved with each other, that you don’t even hear Sirius enter. Sirius walks around the corner of the kitchen rubbing his eyes groggily, not noticing the sight before him. He reaches into the cupboard, grabs a tall glass, and turns on the sink. It's not until his water is almost full that he hears it. Lips on lips and heavy breathing.

He turns around slowly, water still flowing. He wipes a stray hair out of his face to clear his vision. A vision of James and you, snogging on the kitchen counter. His water is overflowing now, he stares in shock, James finally fucking did it. Sirius had been telling James for months now to make a move. And he finally did. Sirius stops the sink, takes a sip of water, and walks back upstairs, a proud smile gracing his features.

You open your eyes, from the creak of a nearby floorboard. You pull apart from James, looking around for the source of the noise. “Is Sirius up?” you ask James.

“No, he was dead asleep when I came down.”

“Wonderful,” you smile blissfully and return your lips to his. You tug at the hair at the nape of his neck, earning another deep groan from his throat.

“Fuck, Sweets,” he moans. “D’you even know what you do to me?” You giggle slightly, looking up at him with wide eyes as he stares blankly. “You don’t do you?” You go silent. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Sweets. Wanted you for so long,” James holds your jaw in his hand, ensuring you’re looking at him and only him.

“Why didn’t you say anything, James?” You ask while lost in the intensity of his eyes.

“Guess I was scared. I didn’t want to ruin what we have,” James looks almost shy. “I care about you too much, Y/N.”

“What changed?” you ask. “Why now?”

“It was killing me, Sweets. Watching you talk about other guys, the idea of you move on without me. I couldn't let that happen without giving it a shot.” your tears threaten to spill, but you keep yourself collected.

You reach your hand to his face. “I’m glad you did,” you stroke your thumb across his cheek and lean in, tentatively brushing your lips against his. You close the space between you, nipping at his lip.

You feel his hands wrap around the backs of your thighs and lift you off the small counter. You cling to James’s shoulders as he carries you, giggling into the crook of his neck. Your breath tickles his skin. His hands feel warm against your marble-cooled ass as he walks you over to the mahogany dining table.

He sits you down at the head on the large table, talking care to be quiet. He presses between your legs and lifts one from behind the knee to get closer to you. He slowly lays you on the table, still holding your leg up.

You begin to roll your hips slightly against his bulge, seeking relief. James groans, throwing his head back and you pull his face back down to yours. “James, I need you,” you breathe heavily. James responds with nothing but a smirk.

He kisses you again, quickly this time, before moving to your neck, leaving clumsy dark marks in his wake. He makes quick work of your shirt, playing with the hem a bit as he looks back into your eyes. “Is this okay?” He asks.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly. “Jamie, please,” you beg. He begins lifting your shirt off your chest while you sit up a bit to make it easier. You lay back down, chest exposed to your best friend, who pulls away enough to take in the sight of you. You reach up to feel his arms planted on either side of your head. You feel heat rush through your body as he stares at you with a piercing intensity.

“Merlin, you’re so beautiful,” he says, knowing words can’t convey the intensity of his emotions. He lowers himself back to your neck, where he begins placing urgent kisses. His lips graze against the sensitive skin behind your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. He slowly trails his lips down your body, leaving darkened marks behind across your neck and chest. He inches closer and closer to where you need him most.

He’s kneeling on the hardwood floor, head level with your cunt when he looks up at you with a ravenous look in his eyes. He loves seeing you like this. “Do you want this?” James says hooking his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts.

“Yes,” you whine. Your shorts bunch up as he pulls them off along with your thong and tosses them away from you. James raises his gaze to your eyes with a sultry look in his. He hooks his arms under your thighs, spreading your legs open wide. He sucks and nips at your inner thigh, darkened marks left behind to prove he was there. He kisses closer and closer to your heat causing your back to arch slightly.

After what feels like an eternity, James dives in. He dips into you, licking a stripe through your folds. You let out a carnal moan and James runs a hand up your thigh, to your stomach. “I want to hear you, Sweets, believe me, but we’re in my parents’ dining room,” James says, savouring your taste.

He slides his tongue through your cunt again. “You taste so sweet, love,” his voice reverberates through your pussy, sending shivers down your spine. He flicks his tongue across your clit repeatedly, arms hooked securely under your thighs.

“You’re soaked,” he admires. He licks through you again, now pumping his fingers into you. You arch your back, a moan ripping through you that you try to muffle, hands tugging on his dark curls. His long fingers curl inside you, hitting exactly the right spot while his tongue ravishes you.

He swirls and flicks his tongue around your sensitive bead, fucking you with his fingers all the while. Erotic curses and stifled moans slip past your lips. With every tug on his hair from your desperate hands, James would moan, sending vibrations through your core. The knot in your stomach that you'd only ever dreamt of James Potter tying, began to tighten.

“Jamie,” you hiss.

“Hmm?” He moaned into your cunt. The knot tightens.

“James!” You cry out. He pulls away immediately. The climax that was just about to wash over you, drifting away.

“Sweets, are you okay?” He looks at you concerned. You brush some of his sweat-stuck hair off of his forehead, smile, and nod.

“I need more of you, James,” you plead. James licks his lips and tastes you again, savouring every drop.

“Are you sure, Sweets? If you’re not sure then-”

“Jamie,” you interrupt. “I want you to fuck me.”

James stands and wraps your legs around his waist, then your arms around his neck as he lifts you off the table all in a smooth motion. You giggle as James walks you to the staircase, hikes you up a bit, and carries you up the stairs. He walks past the door to his room, with Sirius’ beside it, down the hall a bit to your room.

He playfully but still gently tosses you onto your bed. While he turns around to close your door, you inch up to the pillows, not-so-patiently waiting for him to return to you. When he turns back to face you, his cock twitches in his pants. He’s sure he must be drooling at the sight before him. He removes his pyjamas and boxers at once, thick length finally freed.

He strides across the room to you, placing himself between your legs, he rushes to kiss you again. Frantic, sloppy kisses are all over your neck and chest when he positions himself at your entrance. He looks into your eyes again, waiting for confirmation. You eagerly nod your head. He slides the tip of his cock through your slick, brushing against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

He pushes his cock into you gently at first, stopping before halfway, giving you time to adjust to him. His eyes are on you, checking for any signs of discomfort. You nod again, wanting him to keep going. He pulls out a bit and sinks back into you. He does this a couple of times before bottoming out with a groan.

He pulls out and buries himself into you, eyes locked on yours. His hands steadying himself on either side of your body. He’s so gentle, almost irritatingly gentle. He pumps slowly in and out of you, every whimper or whine you release is encouragement for him. He begins to push in deeper and faster, interlocking your fingers with his and pressing your hands into the bed. You grip his muscular arm with your other hand, nails digging into his skin to leave marks.

He takes your leg, lifting it to get a better angle as he pounds into you. The new angle makes your thoughts blur and a wave of pleasure washes over you. “James, ohh fuck!” You cry out. He pulls all the way out, leaving you gasping and clenching around nothing. The sight drives him wild.

He grabs your ankles, placing one on each shoulder. He strokes himself a couple of times and lines himself up at your cunt. He sinks back into you, his brows furrowed in pleasure. With your legs over his shoulders, his cock hits exactly the right place deep inside you with each thrust. You’re completely at his mercy as he pounds into you relentlessly. You feel your orgasm approaching when James slides out again.

He deftly flips you around so you’re lying on your stomach and he pulls you backwards onto your knees. He leans over your back, kisses your neck and shoulders, and then sits back on his heels.

He presses a few kisses to your lower back while gripping and squeezing your ass. You look over your shoulder and see James, beautiful as ever, glowing with a sheen of sweat and lust. Your admiration is interrupted by his sudden thrust into you. A guttural moan tears through you.

James continues gripping your hips, pounding into you at a merciless pace, fucking you dumb. He only slows to fuck you deeper. You arch your back and James moves his hands onto your ass, gripping and moving you against him. Unintelligible curses and moans flow freely from your mouth, emboldening his movements.

He reaches his arms around your body, lifting gently until your back is flat against his chest. His lips move to your neck, one of his hands to your hip, and his other to your tits. He’s so close to you. In every way someone can be close. You’ve never felt such bliss.

His hand snakes around your waist, moving to your clit, rubbing urgent circles on your sensitive bead. “J-James! ‘m so close,” you falter with each slam of his hips.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Say it again,” he says with each thrust.

“James! ‘M gonna cum,” you cry out his name again. He pushes your chest back to the bed, joining you as he presses his body against your back.

“You’re gonna make me cum, screaming m’name like that,” he thrusts deeper somehow. His lips return to your neck and his fingers to your clit.

“James, I w-want you to cum inside. I want all of you,” you say between moans. He groans against your neck and pushes your legs a little wider with his knees. He continues the abuse on your clit as his pace grows sloppy. His cock repeatedly hits the perfect place inside you.

You’re close and you both know it. James fucks you until you’re in pure ecstasy. The wave of your orgasm crashes into you, washing away everything but James.

James pumps into you a few more times, slower but harder and deeper. You feel his warm cum release inside you. He slows his pace and stops, his chest still pressed over your back. He kisses up your neck to your ear.

“You okay?” He whispers. You nod in response. “I’ll be right back, love,” he presses a kiss to your cheek and gently pulls out of your pussy, your combined fluids leaking out onto your leg. You hear the door open and close. In a blissful haze, you lay down on your side, and shiver at the sudden cold air against your body. The door opens and closes again. There’s a weight on the bed, a kiss on your cheek, and a sudden tickle of a washcloth on your legs.

James cleans you up and peppers kisses all over your body. He helps you under the blanket and joins you, of course. Your back is leaned against his chest and his hand snakes around your waist, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. “Are you sure you’re okay, Sweets?” He asks again. You turn around in his arms so you’re face to-face with him.

“I’m really good, Jamie,” you smile at him, moonlight barely illuminating his features. Your hand reaches to his cheek. You press your lips to his softly but passionately and smile into the kiss. You pull apart and cling to his shoulders like he was keeping you alive and he pulls you tighter against him. You drift into a comfortable sleep wrapped in his arms.

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You roll over to get the sun out of your eyes when you smell him. A homey cinnamon scent. “Jamie?” You say groggily, eyes not yet fully focused. When they focus, you see an indent in the pillows and sheets where James had been. You extend your arm and hope to feel some warmth you’d hoped he’d left behind. Instead, it’s cold.

You wonder what time it is, so you look at the clock on your nightstand. One of James’s T-shirts sits folded on top of the clock, covering the time. You sit up and lift the shirt off the clock, revealing a pair of his trunks and a note. For Sweets. The note read. You dress yourself in James’s clothes and a pair of trackies. You walk down the hall and to the stairs.

Monty and Effie sit at the dining room table. “Do you want this?” James says hooking his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts. You remember James's words from the mahogany table the night before.

James and Sirius sit on the couch, watching the telly. Worried about if or how James wanted to go about telling your friends what happened, you sit politely next to James with a respectable amount of distance between you. You look at the boys and see James frowning slightly. He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you toward him, draping his arm around your shoulders. You lean into his embrace, no longer worried.

Sirius clears his throat. “Finally!” He covers his jab with a cough.

“Oi, I did it, didn’t I?” James rebuts.

“Only after I begged you to stop moping and make a move!” Sirius cries out. You can’t help but smile at the bickering of two of your favourite people. They continue back and forth for a while when the doorbell rings. They don’t stop bickering.

You hop off the couch and hurry to the door, where you see Marlene standing out in the snow. You pull the door open and erupt into your ecstatic greetings. That was one of the best things about practically living with the Potters, Marlene's parents’ place is only two doors down.

“Happy Christmas Eve!” You yell together. “How have you been, darling? Has something happened?” She asks eyeing you.

“W-what do you mean, Marls?”

“Well, I mean…” She tugs at the waistband of James’s boxers poking above your trackies and the sleeve of his large shirt.

“Right…” Heat rushes to your face. Marlene looks at you with an inquisitive smile on her face. “We slept together, is all,” you shrug trying to remain nonchalant despite the butterflies in your stomach when you think of last night.

“Darling, you shagged the man you’ve loved the entire time I’ve known you!” She almost shouts. You rush to shush her, not wanting the whole house to hear Marlene’s theories.

“I don’t love him, Marls,” you insist. “I mean I do, but I’m not ‘in love’ with him!” The look on her face is incredulous. Marlene’s eyes flash behind you.

“Speak of the devil!” Marlene goes to embrace James.

“Only bad things I hope,” James stands behind you, hand snaking around your waist. “You should say ‘hi’ to Mum and Dad,” James tells Marlene with a hand stroking along your arm. She narrows her eyes but goes to greet the Potters anyway.

Once she is down the hall, James’s lips are on your neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him.

“Jamie?” You ask, turning in his arms to face him. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean, love?” He brushes some hair out of your face.

“Us? I mean, what are we doing, James?” You’re looking into his big hazel eyes and suddenly the smile on his face drops.

“Well, I thought… That y’know,” his usual confidence seems shattered. “We’ve been circling each other for so long, I just thought maybe it was time.”

“James,” you say seriously.

“Yeah?” He looks like a deer in the headlights.

“I think it’s time too,” you reach your hand to his face and tenderly kiss his lips.

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You take off your trackies and James’s shirt, leaving you in only his boxers. He turns down the comforters and climbs into bed, with a spot for you already carved out. You climb in and face him. Your breasts are pressed to his chest and you feel his gentle breath on your face. You fall asleep listening to the sound of James’s even breaths in his arms again.

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Christmas morning comes with a gentle light through the curtains waking you slowly and softly. The warmth of James next to you creates a perfect cocoon of bliss. Your eyes flutter open and when your vision unblurs, you see James, lying peacefully asleep.

You roll over and start to sit up when James’s arm finds your waist. His muscular arm effortlessly pulls you back to him. “Mmm, five more minutes, Sweets?” he mumbles. You roll back to face him and play with his hair mindlessly while admiring his features.

When you both decide to get up and go downstairs, it’s been much longer than five minutes. The sun had already risen despite the clouds that darkened the sky. You trample down the stairs hearing the commotion of the elder Potters and Sirius.

“The lovebirds are finally awake!” Sirius yells when you trample down the stairs. Euphemia squeezes Fleamont’s hand, sharing a knowing look.

“What time is it?” James asks.

“Past 9, Prongs. It’s well past time for gifts!” Sirius exclaims, shoving a box in James’s arms as he sits down. He places a box gently in your arms, he always has a soft spot for you. “Now which ones are mine?” He rubs his hands together mischievously.

“Sirius, grab that one with the candy canes,” you say pointing to a gift beneath the tree. “It’s yours.” James hands a gift to each of his parents, and you all begin to unwrap.

Sirius opens his with a gasp. “You got me Bowie?!” He squawks, holding his newest album, ‘Let’s Dance’. “You are so lovely, y’know that?” He leans over holding your shoulders. You shrug and smile with the satisfaction of a gift well-gifted.

The morning ends with a mountain of gift wrap on the floor and smiles all around. You gather your gifts and walk upstairs. You open your door to find James already sitting out your bed, with a small box laid in his lap.

“I have one last thing for you, Sweets,” James reaches out to hand you the box, which you take as you sit next to him.

“Jamie, you didn’t have to do that,” you playfully scold.

“I know, but I really wanted to,” he says with a wink. You open the box to reveal a small charm bracelet. Not only any charms but miniature candies. Sweets. You hold the bracelet in the light, admiring each charm.

“Oh, Jamie!” You wrap your arms around his shoulders. “The sweets! I love it! Do you think you could put it on for me?”

“Of course, Sweets.” You stick your wrist out and he clips it shut, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin. You admire each charm decorating your wrist.

“Merlin! Are these little lemon drops?” Your mouth is agape. They’ve always been your favourite, since back in Hogwarts. The little yellow pearls that earned you your nickname.

“Yeah, of course! It wouldn’t be a bracelet for my Sweets without lemon drops,” he says with a genuine tone. You breathe out a laugh. “What’s so funny?” He asks.

“‘Your Sweets’” you quote. “I’ve just wanted this for so long, it doesn’t even feel real,” you shrug.

“It’s real, Sweets,” he reassures. “It’s never been so real,” he takes your hand in his. And you raise your other to his cheek, bracelet charms jingling with your movement. You meet each other's lips, savouring each moment. “Happy Christmas, Sweets.”

“Happy Christmas, Jamie,” you smile against his lips.

dividers by: @enchanthings

#james potter x reader #marauders fanfiction #harry potter #x reader #james potter #background wolfstar #background dorlene

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wonlouvre · 1 day ago

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it's cute | jeon wonwoo

pairing: bf!wonwoo x female reader genre: fluff word count: 343 WARNINGS: reader is shorter than wonwoo, mentions of food

💌: is... this some... welcome back to me?! nvm, i'm just kidding. it has obviously been a while since my apparent "comeback" post and i sincerely apologize for that. i'm slowly writing my way back, so as a sweet and short something, here is some fluffy wonwoo :)

For some unknown reason, your boyfriend is here, inside your apartment, on a bright Monday morning. You were preparing your breakfast to fuel you for your upcoming online meeting with an overseas sister company when the sound of your door lock started beeping, almost making you drop the spatula you were holding. You were on a high alert, but then you remember that right, Wonwoo knows where I live and what my passcode is.

And there he was, sauntering inside your lovely home with a sleepy smile adorning his everlasting handsome face. That sleepy smile grows into a grin when he sees the confused look on your face. He thinks it’s adorable, only enveloping you in a big warm hug to which you immediately reciprocate.

“You work from home today, right?” Wonwoo asks, his nose nuzzling itself on your neck.

“Yes?” You reply back, still lost with the sudden visit. Although, you don’t mind one bit. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is okay,” your boyfriend answers without letting you go. “You work, I will nap.”

You chuckle in disbelief and push his body away, hands pressed to his chest. “Are you seriously here to just nap?”

He nods, adorably smiling. “We could have lunch when you’re done, though.”

You don’t need to hear anything else, only nodding and gently patting his cheek. “Okay. Good night.”

“You mean good morning,” he corrects, wiggling his eyebrows. “Can I get a good morning kiss?”

“Sure,” you grant his request and stand on your tippy toes, pecking his lips.

Satisfied, Wonwoo walks to your bedroom and leaves the door open to let you know he’s with you despite being in another room. He has your place memorized already, he doesn’t need you to tuck him in.

You shake your head in adoration. You’re going to have to ask him about his surprise visit, but you must say it was a pleasant one and that you don’t have any complaints. In fact, it made your day already ten times better, you could brave through everything in an hour.

💌: i am really sorry for taking so long :( here's to having the will and confidence to write again. if you're still here, thank you so much. if you're new here, welcome! <33

#seventeen #wonwoo #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen scenario #wonwoo scenario #seventeen imagines #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo imagine #seventeen imagine #seventeen fanfic #wonwoo fanfic #seventeen fluff #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo seventeen #seventeen wonwoo #svt wonwoo #wonwoo svt

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dreamdragonkadia · 3 days ago

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I have a very important question for you! Right now it’s really cold where I live and I can help but wonder how Percy and Xaden would react if each of their significant others shoved their hands under the guys shirts to warm up their cold hands. Any thoughts on this?

Hello, m’dear, I hope you are staying warm and yes I do indeed have thought hehe.

For Xaden, if you’ve pulled this stunt before, he is prepared. He hears your soft footfalls approaching and, without even turning around, catches your icy hands in his before they make contact with his skin. A sly smile tugs at his lips as he turns to face you, pulling one of your hands free from his grip. His dark eyes meet yours as he presses a warm soft kiss to your knuckles, but there’s no mistaking the faint glint of smug amusement.

“You’ll have to be faster than that, love,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, before wrapping his hands around yours to warm them.

But if this is your first time pulling this move? Oh, he is not ready. You sneak up behind him, looping your arms around his waist in what he assumes is an innocent hug. He leans into your touch for a brief moment, his guard lowered, his body softening under the familiar comfort of you.

And then—bam! Your freezing hands slide under the hem of his shirt, pressing against the warm, toned planes of his stomach. The sharp cold shocks him, and though it’s subtle, you feel him jolt in your arms. It’s not visible, not with how well he masks his reactions, but the small jump is enough to make you grin.

He straightens immediately, one hand moving to clasp your wrists as he turns his head to glance at you over his shoulder. His expression is a mix of disbelief and exasperation, his brows raised ever so slightly.

“Really?” he drawls, his voice edged with playful annoyance.

You can’t help but laugh, leaning your forehead against his back as you mutter a sheepish, “Sorry, my hands were freezing.”

He exhales a dramatic sigh but spins in your arms, his grip on your wrists loosening just enough to let him bring your hands to his chest. His gaze softens as he cups your fingers in his much warmer hands, holding them close between you.

“You’re lucky I like you,” he grumbles, though the ghost of a smile betrays him. “But next time, try asking first. Or better yet, warn me.”

But you both know he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Percy's reaction? Absolutely priceless.

"AHH! WHY ARE YOUR HANDS SO COLD?!" he yelps dramatically, flinching like you've just unleashed the fury of the gods on him. His eyes go wide, his shoulders jump, and you can't help but laugh at his over-the-top reaction.

But here's the twist—he does it to you just as much. There’s no such thing as a one-sided cold hands war in your relationship. When his hands are freezing after touching the ocean or walking around in the winter air, he thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to sneak up behind you and slide his icy fingers onto your skin. He always laughs at your shriek of protest, calling it payback.

What’s even funnier is that, for all his protests, Percy is never really ready when you do it to him. Even if you’ve done it a hundred times before. It’s like he forgets you’re a walking, talking popsicle in the winter.

But there’s one thing that makes Percy, well, Percy. Sometimes, when you casually mention your hands are cold, he’ll sigh, roll his eyes with a grin, and say, “Alright, fine. Hand heater Percy, reporting for duty.” He’ll open his arms, letting you tuck your icy fingers against his warm skin as he shivers and complains, but secretly, you know he doesn’t really mind.

#✨️by yours truly✨️#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #pjo x reader #bookish #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing #fw x reader #the empyrean #the empyrean series #xaden x reader #xaden riorson #xaden riorson x reader

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momo-minomo · 2 days ago

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Batfam Cooking/Eating Habits

I know that the fandom has, for some reason, settled on the idea that Alfred and Jason are the only Waynes that can cook and the rest are health disasters but honestly the comics doesn't really support that (with the exception of Bruce and maybe Cass lol) and I have serious doubts that Alfred would let ANY of his kids go through life without basic life skills. So based on comics and my own thoughts and feelings, here's how I figure everyone's kitchen skills would be.

Bruce: He follows a VERY strict diet to maintain his peak physical condition but will break it for special occasions or feeding his kids takeout on patrol. As for cooking, for the most part Bruce is an utter disaster in the kitchen. He's had Alfred by his side his entire life so most of the time his attempts at cooking went extremely badly, even if it was something as simple as a damn sandwich as Tim can attest to here:

After Alfred's death he does eventually learns to make a few specific, simple things really well like the omelette he made for Clark here. As you can see, though, he's still pretty helpless in the kitchen with anything beyond the very basics, even dishwashers lol

Dick: Our flippiest boy is not the hopeless cereal-addicted kitchen disaster that fandom assumes he is. In fact, Tim was surprised at how good Dick is with all the "domestic skills" like cleaning, laundry, and cooking. Dick has cooked multiple times in the comics, especially for dates or Tim. He is constantly trying to feed his baby brother in general so he's cooked him pasta and soup for sure and just showed up with takeout or donuts a bunch.

Jason: I love the headcanon that Jason is a foodie and a really good cook even though I admit there's not much evidence for it in the comics. No evidence against it, either. Jason definitely loves to eat good food and doesn't bother with a strict diet like Batman and he loves a good burger. Considering his past, though, I think it's very in character that he'd learn to cook really well from Alfred so he's always self-sufficient. Since I don't have any comic snapshots of him cooking, here's Jason's eternal love for burgers instead!

Tim: His relationship with food seems kind of complicated to me. Tim on his own will eat super healthy so he remains in top shape for the job. What we see him eating, though, are things like plain salads, kale chips, and scrambled egg whites. Considering his extremely active life he should be eating more protein and larger portions but he often leaves them unfinished. As a young Robin it didn't seem like he got fed much at home, either, since you see Dick trying to feed him at every opportunity and he was always hungry if Alfred or Dick offered to cook or buy food for him.

When Tim is with other people, the YJ crew, his friends, Dick, Spoiler, etc he's far more willing to eat. Dick pulls out donuts and Tim is rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Dick brought a thermos of soup on patrol for himself but immediately hands it to Tim when he shows up and Tim downs it. So my HC is that Tim will eat as a necessity but doesn't really like to do it by himself. He's a social eater. He'll spend an entire afternoon eating a boring but healthy meal because he has to but if a friend or sibling show up he'll happily eat a full meal with them and even junk food.

As for Tim and cooking, we actually know he can and is pretty good at it! In comics he's cooked with Dick, learned to make chicken soup with his stepmom Dana when Steph was sick. We also see in the comics that Tim has prepared a full breakfast spread for when Jason shows up to a pre-arranged meeting to ask for information. Jason asks if the waffles are Alfred's recipe (apparently Alfred's one culinary sin is paste-like waffles lol) and is happy to sit down and munch when Tim assures him they aren't. He's also made pancakes for Steph and the family after patrol, a father's day dinner for Bruce, and a cake for Bernard! So Tim is a really good cook that doesn't really bother for just himself much. He prefers to go all out cooking for other people.

Cass: I don't know as much about Cass as I do the others (I need to read her stuff soon!) but I know she has terrible table manners and likes to sneak into her siblings and close friends apartments to eat their food, use their showers, and sleep. She has her own place, but she much prefers the homes and food of her loved ones. She also apparently didn't even blink at Alfred breaking into her home to stock her shelves with food, do laundry, and clean lol. With this I figure Cass doesn't really cook at all and just does take out, easy to eat meals that can be eaten cold or microwaved, and mooching off her loved ones' cooking and pantries!

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mmso-notlikethat · 2 days ago

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Prompt: Tommy meeting Clipboard!Buck for the first time 🫶

Hehe thank you! This turned just a tiny bit steamy so uh.. yeah 🫣

Your prompt + this gifset =

“Chim, that box is labeled ‘kitchen,’ not ‘bathroom!’ Does it look like it belongs next to the soap dispenser?” Buck snapped, pointing his pen at a wayward box.

“Alright, alright, don’t blow a gasket,” Chimney muttered, rolling his eyes as he shifted the box. Then, noticing Tommy’s confusion, he smirked. “Oh, Tommy, you didn’t just let Buck use a clipboard, did you?”

Tommy frowned, genuinely puzzled. “Why wouldn’t I? They're efficient— i brought them!”

“You’ll see,” Eddie chimed in from the other side of the room, hiding his grin behind a roll of packing tape.

Minutes later, Buck was meticulously reorganizing a stack of boxes near the door, his clipboard practically glued to his hand. Tommy, meanwhile, had been using his own clipboard and was diligently checking items off the list Buck had prepared.

And then it happened.

“What’s this?” Tommy asked, holding up his clipboard and gesturing toward a box Buck had labeled “misc.”

“It’s for stuff that doesn’t fit into the other categories,” Buck replied without looking up, flipping to a new page on his clipboard.

Tommy’s brow furrowed. “That’s not efficient. You can’t just have a ‘misc’ box. Everything needs a category.”

Buck froze, clipboard clutched protectively against his chest. “Excuse me? Sometimes things don’t fit neatly into categories, Tommy.”

“Everything can fit into a category if you organize it properly,” Tommy countered, his tone matching Buck’s intensity.

The air in the loft grew heavy as the two men squared off, clipboards held like weapons. Tommy jabbed his pen at Buck’s list. “This—this is chaos.”

“Chaos? This is a system!” Buck shot back. “I spent hours creating this!”

“You call this a system?” Tommy scoffed, flipping his clipboard around to show his own list. “This is a system, and I only needed fifteen minutes to make it!”

Eddie and Chimney exchanged wide-eyed glances before simultaneously muttering, “Oh no… there’s two of them.”

Buck and Tommy continued their argument, oblivious to the chaos they were creating. At some point, Eddie leaned over to Chimney and whispered, “This is like watching two hurricanes collide.”

***

Later that night, after the boxes were packed and the loft finally quiet, Tommy sat on the couch, sipping a beer while Buck leaned against the kitchen counter, clipboard forgotten for the moment.

" You know," Buck began, his voice casual but his gaze locked on Tommy. "I think I realized something today."

"Oh? What's that?"

Buck smirked, walking over and leaning down so they were eye-to-eye. "You're annoyingly hot when you argue about systems and clipboards."

Tommy chuckled, "what?"

"Aaand you're a clipboard freak," Buck continued, unable to hide his wide grin, stealing the beer from Tommy's hand and taking a sip.

Tommy grabbed him by the wrist, tugging him down until Buck was straddling his lap.

He pulled Buck in for a deep, heated kiss, murmuring against his lips, "And you're not exactly subtle about how turned on you were when I started reorganizing your system."

Buck groaned softly, sliding his hands into Tommy's hair as he deepened the kiss.

nothing existed but the soft press of lips, the tangle of tongues, and the heat building between them.

Buck broke away, gasping slightly, but Tommy wouldn't let him go far, tugging him back until their noses brushed.

"But really, Evan," Tommy muttered breathlessly between kisses, his fingers gripping Buck's hips. "We can't have— mhmm—a 'misc' corner, or junk drawer, or whatever."

Buck silenced him with a feverish kiss, sliding one hand down Tommy's chest as the other cupped his jaw.

He pulled back just enough to murmur, "Don't worry about that," before diving in again, pressing Tommy back against the couch.

Tommy groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping Buck's shirt as his mind hazed over.

By the time Buck finally pulled away, Tommy's lips were swollen and his breathing was uneven.

"Mm, okay," Tommy muttered absently, still dazed. He blinked a few times before focusing on Buck's mischievous grin.

"Wait-no. No, I'm not letting you distract me!"

Buck laughed, leaning in to kiss the corner of Tommy's mouth. "Pretty sure I already did, roomie."

#don't worry kitten..okay♡ yay♡#in which tommy is the kitten #you can't tell me tommy doesn't have a specific messy order in his home #I'm supposed to be sleeping 😌#but i felt i needed to post this #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley

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muzansfangs · 2 days ago

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Placebo.

Starring: Ryuken Ishida x f!reader; mention to child Uryu Ishida and Kanae Katagiri;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, language, age gap (reader is in her early twenties), unhealthy coping mechanism, widowhood, vaginal sex, sorrow, angst, struggling with feelings, rough sex;

Plot: His work did not leave him much time to look after his young son. The loss of his wife had been a disgrace. When his colleague handed him the number of his neighbour who happened to work as a babysitter to pay her studies, Ryuken decided to give it a try. He would have never imagined you were going to revive the domestic life he used to have with his late wife. When he looked at you, he felt less lonely. Touching you was a placebo to drown his sorrow.

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The opulence of the splendid and austere manor you had to work in for the foreseeable future sent chills down your spine, an unfamiliar sense of uneasiness settling deep in your bones with each step you took to reach the living room. Even the illuminated rooms of the house radiated the disheartening sense of melancholy blanketing the entire building. You had been told by your neighbour about the sudden and tragic death of Mr. Ishida’s wife. Understandably, the loss had caused the man to become even more algid than he used to be, or this was what his colleague had told you about your new employer.

When Mr. Ishida had contacted you, his deep voice was deprived of any kind of hope and warmth. The inclination was professional, yet detatched from any emotion possibly permeating a voice. He had told you he had a son to be looked after and that he had been given your number by his colleague. It was overall a small talk in which he added that, if you wanted to accept the job, you could start on Monday after a brief talk to describe the outlines of your contract. Naturally, there you were now.

The maid had guided you silently to a large couch, giving you a courtly bow, before heading out to call for Mr. Ishida. The minutes you spent alone, waiting for his arrival, made you wonder if you could ever be enough to cheer up a child who had lost his mother and be useful to a man whose heart was long forgotten beneath a sheet of impenetrable ice. Your inner monologue was interrupted by the appearence of a kid, peeking at you curiously from the threshold. His blue eyes inspected you, his small finger reaching up to fix his glasses, still too big for him, over the bridge of his pointy nose. You blinked, a small smile gracing your lips as you waved your hand at the boy. Mr. Ishida’s son blushed, back straightening as he dashed away before you could even introduce yourself.

You wondered if your approach was too brazen, if you were the cause of his getaway, but you soon realized he had probably recognized the steady footsteps of his father in the corridor. The hair on your neck stood, when the man walked in. Hardened gaze, he acknowledged your presence briefly, eyes flitting in the direction where his son had ran off in a hurry. He looked at his maid, murmuring a command you failed to catch, but that she did not waste any time in getting to.

Your mouth felt like chalk, heart weirdly pumping the blood faster, almost leaving you breathless, when the man walked up to you to introduce himself properly. You stood up, hands meeting midway to shake in a cordiality due in formal business encounters. You held his gaze, timidly bowing your head.

“Good evening, Mr. Ishida, I’m—” you tried, but his baritone timbre cut you off.

“I know who you are. You are indeed as young as I expected. — he commented dryly, letting go of your hand to go sitting in the armchair before the couch — You may sit. I have asked my maid to prepare some tea and fetch my son” he added, watching you sit back on your seat, hands splayed at your sides, as you imperceptibly nodded your head.

He was direct. You felt almost out of place, unsure of how to behave, what to say, of your own skills in tending children. What if the inflexible man squarely looking at you did not approve of your methods? Your stomach churned in apprehension at the mere thought of disappointing him, getting fired and be the cause of his foul mood. However, you had to still know him and grow familiar with the family habits to plan an accurate adaptation to the situation.

“Thanks, sir. — you finally mustered a reply — I am glad you have decided to give me a chance to help. Currently, I do not have other children to look after. I can stay here overnight as well, if it is necessary” you informed him, expecting him to esternate at least a grateful expression for your offer and dedication to the job you had just accepted. Too bad you figured he actually expected you to go to such lengths for him.

“Obviously” he shortly said, not even dignifying you with a glance, greyish eyes darting on the entrance as soon as his timid son and the maid joined you two.

You looked at the raven-haired boy, avoiding the stern gaze his father was directing to him. He hesitantly approached you two, standing next to the maid in search for protection, for a shield to defend himself from the piercing gaze of the doctor, of the only parent he could count on for the rest of his life. Your stomach churned, the atmosphere thick, the obnoxious silence in the sterile room broken only by the sound of the silver tray settled on the glass coffee table at your feet.

“Uryu. — Mr. Ishida dryly commenced, arms comfortably laying on the armrests of the leather chesterfield sofa — Do you mind telling me why you ran away earlier? There is a guest here, as you can see”.

Ouch. You involuntarily flinched, the maid compassionately glancing at the boy as she poured the tea for the three of you, careful not to let a single drop spill out. You wondered if you were going to grow accostumate to such deplorable scenes just like her.

Uryu stiffened, hands clutching the gown of the maid “I didn’t run away from her”.

You partially relaxed, connecting the dots and realizing your assumption was indeed correct. The boy was not reluctant to talk to you, but he was instead attempting to avoid his strict father.

“We will discuss about it later. — the man dispassionately asserted, hand gesturing for him to sit beside you — This is Miss. L/N. She is going to work here as your attendant. I expect you to properly behave yourself. If I hear a single complain about you—”.

You had no idea what had gotten into you. The flabbergasted looks you got from the kid and the maid were enough to make you realize you had crossed a line. Your empathy, though, could not allow to let that innocent kid to withstand such a treatment. You had acted without thinking, risking your own job before even starting it.

“I am confident I won’t make a complaint about him” you interjected, cold swear running down your back as you wrapped your hands around the warm cup offered to you by the shellshocked maid. You were ready to endure the same treatment Uryu had been subjected to a moment before, but you were even more shocked to watch the man standing up slowly and announcing your shift had just begun.

“You can stay for dinner. I have to go to the hospital”.

Uryu, agape, stared at you in admiration. When his father’s footsteps faded away, he smiled at you for the first time “Thanks” he piped out, ignoring the fact you were probably going to pay for your bravado with a headache later on.

Days went by mostly uneventful for the first few weeks. As you had imagined, Dr. Ishida mainly contacted you via emails, texts, or phone calls. You barely crossed paths with him, when he left for work. However, he paid you regularly and let you inhabit his house, have access to his library for your studies and even use the spare car to drive Uryu to birthday parties, or to the park. You were glad he seemed not to have remonstrances about your work. You had to admit that taking care of Uryu was an easy task. He was polite, committed to his studies and overly respectful of you.

Sometimes, he even sat on your lap, asking you to read him your textbooks out loud. While he could not wrap his head around most of the complex concepts you were dutifully explaining to him, he listened and, surprisingly, made sharp observations on them.

Some days were harder than others.

You were playing hide and seek and you could not find him anywhere. He had not escaped in the gardens and you had searched for him throughout the first floor. There was only an area you still had to explore. You never ventured around Dr. Ishida’s private chambers. First of all, you had no interest in frequenting those rooms. Secondly, while he had not explicitly told you not to meddle in his business, you were pretty sure he would have not appreciated your initiative to go through his personal belongings.

Uncertain, you put your insecurities aside and decided to investigate the zone. You were not shocked to spot the small kid, curled up in a ball, holding a photograph in his hand. Your stomach churned, deciding to give him a few minutes to himself to collect the pieces of his own heart. You knew you had to go to confront him, though. He probably had hidden in there since you turned around to count. You could not risk getting caught in that room by his father. Clearing your throat, you encouraged yourself and stepped in the office, careful not to make a sound.

“There you are! You got me worried this time around” you said, causing the boy to gasp and shove the picture behind his back, protectively.

You kept your distance at first, smiling gently “What are you looking at? Is it a precious thing?” you asked him softly.

Uryu pressed his lips together, pondering his answer before silently nodding his head.

“It’s okay, if you don’t want to share it with me. — you said tenderly, approaching him and pointing at the clock on the wall — But it’s time to dine. Your father will be joining us tonight” you reminded him, as Uryu looked up at you with glistening eyes. A meltdown was coming. Your heart skipped a beat, as you knelt down next to him and ruffled his hair affectionately.

He was too young for this.

“I miss my mom” Uryu mumbled lowly, shaking hand holding the picture he was staring at before you interrupted him. He handed it to you, his blue eyes shimmering in the gloomy light of tears brimming in his doe eyes. You were impotent, eyes fleeting briefly to the woman in the picture, reminding you so much of her son before you settled it down and hugged him tightly to your chest.

“Let it out, honey. It’s okay to cry sometimes. — you whispered, hand behind his nape as he sobbed on your chest, tears dampening your shirt — Wherever she is, I’m absolutely sure she misses you too”.

You consoled Uryu for a while, a comforting silence eveloping the office, until the door creaked opened and you turned your head towards the man in alarm. Your heart thrummed in your chest, mouth opening to apologize for the intrusion. It was unncessary. Mr. Ishida took notice of the picture laying on the floorboard at your side. He saw the way Uryu was clinging to you, the mortified and hurt expression on your face and his mind went straight to some months ago, to a reality he deep down missed like the shore misses the waves crashing on it, during the ebb tide.

He left, overbore, waiting for you to join him in the living room to consume your dinner.

It went smoothly. Dr. Ishida seemed to be too preoccupied monitoring his child from the other side of the table to spare you a look. The air was electric. You ate your dinner comfortably, until Uryu began to nibble at the zucchini left in his plate, manifesting a certain rebuttal to finish them. You took a sip of water, already sensing the ominious and, potentially catastrophical, outburst of the man at your left building up. It was not the right night for Uryu to be the victim of his father’s irritation.

“They are not my favourite as well” you chimed, drawing the attention of the two Ishida.

Uryu played with his silver fork, tilting his head to the side “But you ate it anyway… How did you do it?” the kid asked you quitely, only for you to draw a couple of stawberry candies from the pocket of your trousers and settling them over the pristine tablecloth.

You gave him a knowing look “Because I know that, if I eat all my veggies, I can have a treat” you lowly said.

Even though you caught a glimpse of Mr. Ishida’s jaw clenching in your peripheral, you still played your rule and watched in glee the small kid finish his meal. After giving him the right compensation, you accompanied him to wash his teeth and wear his pajamas. You indulged him in reading a tale from his favorite storybook, but he was too exhausted to last until the end. Another day had come to an end and you had successfully dodged all the bullets Dr. Ishida could fire at you.

That night, he had let you know you could go back home and have some rest. You therefore grabbed your coat, wrapping a scarf around your neck to protect yourself from the fierce, cold wind blowing strongly outside, and headed to the front door. You halted, when you heard Uryu’s father calling out your name.

Standing a few feet away from you, hand in his pocket, he seemed to be awaiting for you. His tone of voice was flat, not too hard, yet enough to leave you on the edge.

“Dr. Ishida, I was about to go home” you bowed your head.

“This is why I am here. It’s going to snow tonight. Let me drive you home” he offered, taking you off guard. You did not expect him to show you mercy. It was a warm gesture, after all, and you could not say you two were close. Not yet, at least. You had barely got the chance to have a conversation with him.

“You don’t have to! I live nearby… It’s a ten minutes walk” you babbled out, eyes straying away from his ones.

“I insist. I cannot have you getting sick. It is almost Christmas, which means longer shifts and busy schedule. This house requires your help” he remarked, drawing the keys of his car from the pocket. The authority in his timbre ended your futile attempts to protest. Abiding to his order, you let him lead you to his car outside.

As expected, the drive was short. Silence dominated the time you spent together. You doubted he would have even talked to you at all, if not to ask for the directions. He was concentrated on the road, a frown wrinkling his forehead as the first snoflakes began to fall on the city, melting over the windows of the car.

You had just unbuckled your seatbelt, when he turned to look at you for the first time since you had left his house. You always felt judged, looked down to, when his eyes landed on your form. This time, however, he did not seem upset.

“Thanks for the lift, Dr. Ishida”.

“Where did you buy those candies?”.

This was not what you expected him to ask you. The candies. They were your favourite brand, but it was hard to find them at the local supermarkets nowadays.

“Oh, I asked my uncle to purchase some of them for me. He works on the other side of the city and there is a shop that still sells them… — you replied, your cheeks strangely heating up much to your dismay — If you don’t want me to give them to Uryu, I won’t make such a mistake anymore!” you fretted, but his answer gave you something to think about for the whole night.

Ryuken Ishida huffed “Don’t stop. Kanae used to love them. Uryu adores them too”.

It was Christmas and you could unfortunately not spend it with your family. All the flights had been cancelled for an unprecedented snowstorm. On top of that, it was unsafe to leave your house and that was why Dr. Ishida had invited you to spend the Christmas at the Ishida manor. You could not refuse such a kind invitation. Also, maybe it was better to have more people around the house to raise Uryu’s spirits. It was the first important festivity he was going to spend without his mother.

You baked cookies together, during the Christmas Eve. You hardly believed a mature kid like him still believed in Santa, but it was a tradition you could confide in to kill the time and make the enviroment less frigid for him.

You were covered in flour and sugar, cleaning up the mess you two had made on the counter, when you heard footsteps behind you. You thought it was Uryu, who you had sent to wash his hands and face, but you were mistaken.

“How is it possible that you have already cleaned up?” you asked, turning around with a small grin on your face, only for your eyes to grow instantly round and your smile to drop. Standing a couple of feet away from you there was Dr. Ishida, giving up on his typical attire to leave space to a blue turtleneck and less formal trousers.

He was unamused, but he did not seem in the mood to scold you or anything. Instead, he let his eyes trail on your face, before handing you a rag “You may want to … Clean up as well, I guess” he suggested, a tinge of hesitation in his voice as you realized you were probably not presentable for the dinner.

Deeply embarrassed, you hastily grabbed the rag and began to dust the flour off of your face. You clumsily removed most of it, but without a mirror you were uncapable to tell where you needed to pass the cloth. You felt a large hand encompass your wrist delicately, pulling your hand away to stop you. The unexpected gesture and touch sent frissons over your back, your lips parting in surprise, as Ryuken took the cloth from your hand and helped you out.

You stayed silent, eyes softening, when he carefully tapped your nose, the angle of your mouth. All the while, his other hand never left your wrist. You were so close you could smell his cologne, masculine, distinguished, rich. You felt ashamed of yourself for even thinking about him under certain aspects of life. He had recently lost his wife. He had a kid. You were just a girl who helped him around the house, the equivalent of one of the maids working for him.

“T-Thank you… I’m almost done here” you stammered, nervously, when he discarded the rag on the counter at your back.

Ryuken exhaled through his nostrils “I can’t explain how it is possible, but sometimes you act just like her. It’s becoming impossible discerning you two in my memories” he spoke out, stopping your heart for a split second with such a potent assertion. Your conversation came to an abrupt end, when you heard Uryu’s laughters from upstairs, followed by the padding of his feet, a clear sign he was coming downstairs.

Ryuken left the kitchen, only blessing you two with his presence at dinner. You spent the night playing boardgames with Uryu, until he was too sleepy to continue and you convinced him to go to bed. His father, though, was restless. When you went back downstairs, you found him sitting before the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand, eyes transfixed on the flames.

You ambled in the living room with your heart in your throat, unsure of what to tell him, if not “Aren’t you tired, sir?”.

He swirled the liquor in the glass disinterestedly “And you?” he shortly asked you, not dignifying you with an answer.

You looked at your feet “I was about to go to bed. — you informed him, deciding to let him alone with his thoughts — Goodnight, Mr. Ishida”.

“Ryuken. Call me Ryuken”.

And it was Ryuken the name keeping you awake in your bed. You were among the blankets, a familiar warmth spreading through your cheeks, a dull need aching in between your thighs. But you denied yourself the joy of a release, not when you could not feel attracted to Ryuken.

You were in your room, preparing your bag to go back home, when you heard a knock on the door. Ryuken entered the guest room, closing the door behind him. You inwardly felt your heart tremble in your ribcage at that, but you tried your best to ignore the sensation.

“Are you sure you don’t need a lift home?” he asked you monotonously, casually approaching you.

“Yes, I am. Don’t worry about me. The snow is finally melting, the sun is up. I will survive” you reassured him, checking the room out briefly to spot your belongings around. Once you had made sure you were not forgetting anything, you were ready to leave. Your hand had just reached for the bag, when Ryuken’s own hand forced you to turn around to face him.

You were puzzled at first, too much in a hurry, to realize he had grasped your chin and pressed his lips against yours. When you came back to your senses, you shuddered, hands scrambling up to grasp the collar of his shirt in your hands, to hold him closer, as his body pushed you against the desk.

You should have stopped. His tongue however was already battling against yours, his hand slithering down your abdomen and disappearing beneath your skirt. You felt his fingers stroke your heat through your panties, before tugging the flimsy material to the side and making contact with your slippery folds.

You felt ashamed at how wet you were. On the other hand, he appreciated it. His middle finger circled your entrance, teasing the outline, before smoothly sinking in.

“Dripping at the faintest touch, just like her” you did not know what made you determined enough to continue after such an uncalled comparison. Still, you did. You let out a choked moan against his lips, brows furrowing when he inserted another finger into your sappy count.

“Ryuken—”.

“Just like that. Call me like that again” he instructed you, thumb rubbing at your throbbing clitoris to accelerate your orgasm. You barely were able to hold yourself up, knuckles whitening and fingers tightening around the edge of the desk at your back, when he raised your thigh for a better access to your entrance and thrusted his fingers harder into you. It felt better than you had ever imagined. It felt better because, even if you wished you could forget it right now, he was a man, he had been married, he knew how to touch a woman correctly.

You both wanted more. But he did let you go, after that, looking forwards for the next activity. Fingering you like he did to her had helped him forget how miserable life had always been for him, even before marrying Kanae. You were a brief distraction, a pleasant one, a clueless girl who acted way too much like his late wife. He did not want to hurt you. He should have kept his distance, maintaining a septic professionalism like he did with the nurses at work. But he could not. And when he brought his fingers to his lips, he knew he could not abstain from owning you completely.

In front of Uryu, nothing changed between your two. He kept his distance, but you felt the slight change in the way his gaze lingered on you for longer than it used to. You felt his eyes substituting his late wife to you, you felt him mentally comparing you to her.

It saddened you. On the other hand, you excused him. Probably, if you were in his position, you would search for a placebo too. You had to admit you tried to keep the moments you two spent together to a minimum. Eventually, after two weeks of running away from him, you found yourself in his bedroom. You had never been there. You would have never imagined he was going to undress you in that room, when you had agreed to work for him. And now, whilst he kissed you passionately, one hand on your hip to hold you close to his body and the other one sliding behind your nape to angle your head at his likings, you knew there was no turning back from that.

His hand splayed over your stomach, when he pushed you down on the bed, left goosebumps on your skin. You closed your eyes, sighing when his fingers worked on your jeans and tugged them down your legs.

“Roll on your stomach, please” he evenly instructed you, busying himself with undressing himself.

You complied to his request, hands sliding over the silky blankets, as you arched your spine for him. You counted the seconds spent in awaiting for his body to engulf yours. The sound of a condom’s package ripping, his lips grazing your cheekbone and the bulbous head of his cock pushing into you teasingly sent you in a spiral of vanity and eagerness.

“Ryuken, don’t tease me” you whispered, the man behind you nosing your cheek.

“It always baffles me how you act and sound like her, while I have never told you anything about my late wife” he commented, right before sliding into you with a groan. You were unable to restrain your own cry of pleasure. His hand promptly covered your mouth, though.

After all, Uryu was sleeping upstairs and he was a responsible father.

Ryuken was not gentle with you. He fucked roughly, fingertips grasping your hips, clawing at your skin, leaving marks that would have turned purple the following days. His thrusts made tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks. Your tightness was different than Kanae’s. He felt pleasure, immense pleasure, but he remembered perfectly what to compare that sensation to. It felt like making love to his late wife back when she was still his girlfriend, before they got married, before she gave birth to Uryu.

Young and his, you were whimpering softly against the palm of his hand, hips pushing back to meet his thrusts.

“Ryuken, what am I to you?” you breathly asked, walls clamping around his cock, as he left open-mouthed and desperate kisses on the crook of your neck. He was close, you could tell it by the change of the tempo, by the erratic movements. Your heart beated a staccato you had never experienced before.

The man grunted, teeth grasping your tender lobe between them as you two finished simultaneously. He took his time to provide you an answer. Your knackered body was writhing over his bed, pride in his gaze as he tossed the condom in the bin and removed his now fogged glasses to rub his eyes in tiredness. He had owned you. The night could now only pass quickly, allowing him to have a good rest after months of pain and migraines.

“My son’s babysitter and—”.

“You don’t have to answer”.

Sometimes, things were better left unspoken.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello, my dear readers. As previously stated on a post, I am struggling to like my works as of late. Probably, I just need to find a new style, or dimension for me to blossom. I love Ryuken and this is my first time writing for him. I know the story is angsty, but I wanted to explore this side of him we barely had to chance to delve into. Comments, likes and re-posts are greatly appreciated! Let me know your impressions.

Love,

— Luce

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kurogane2512 · 1 day ago

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Vautour Bleu Birthday 2025

18+ CONTENT

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Vautour Bleu x fem!reader (Chief)

Type: Fluff and smut (long fic, Vautour's real name is used in some places, references to her backstory and event).

I know I'm late 😔 Sorry Vautour but belated happy birthday I love you so much 🥹

Vautour Bleu opened her eyes to the warm rays of the sun falling on her face, accompanied by the dusty wind of WhiteSands clouding her vision. The start of a new day meant many things, for her it was forging new deals and continuing her business no matter what day. She sat up on her bed and stretched her arms with a yawn, drowsiness slowly leaving her body as the scent of her favourite tea and pastry covered her nose. She smiled to herself looking at the neatly arranged tea set and pastry box on her table, along with a bunch of gift-wrapped boxes and packets arranged on the side. Of course, she knew what this meant. Today was that day, after all.

After freshening up, she made her way to the table and poured out the tea before taking a bite from the pastry. The delicate and intense sweet flavour filled her with a sense of joy like no other, her body relaxing to enjoy this brief moment of respite. She looked at the several boxes and packets, having no interest to really open and respond to them. It was going to be the same old things again. Her mind wandered to a distant memory of her past, familiar hazy faces occupying her sight as she recalled what she used to do on this day long ago with her loved ones. Her life was different now and those old pleasures were no more.

She stood up to glance at the gifts briefly, checking out the name cards and accompanying tags to find out their senders. Some officials from the Outland Affairs Agency, some old and regular clients, and others from acquaintances she had small dealings with but were always looking to gain more from her. The content of the gifts didn’t really matter to her. She appreciated them but knew their hidden intentions well- none of them were genuine. As her eyes glided over the boxes, she curiously looked to find something from a particular bureau, from a particular Chief, but found nothing.

“Heh, what am I expecting? This is a trivial matter to her....” she let out a sigh then took a huff from her pipe and let out a cloud of smoke gather her sight.

She then kept all her thoughts aside and went out to go about her day as the enigmatic Vautour Bleu, a shrewd and cunning merchant in the WhiteSands. By afternoon, she had already gone through several business meetings that left her drained and she planned to take a break when a letter arrived from MBCC. She perked up for a moment, becoming curious of the content. However, it was a simple letter reminding her of the meeting scheduled today along with the usual pleasantries.

Vautour shrugged and kept the letter away. By 3pm, it was time for her to head over to the bureau as promised. She boarded the vehicle arranged by you and arrived after 3 hours. She immediately headed to your office and found you waiting outside the door, looking at her with a gentle smile.

“How have you been, Vautour?” you asked.

“I’m well, thank you for asking. How about you? I trust my souvenirs reached you in one piece.”

“Yes, they were beautiful. I had them placed around the building.”

“Wonderful. So, what regulations do I need to abide by today?”

“Not much, you can head to the medical centre for a checkup then come back here to discuss what we agreed in the letters.”

Vautour nodded and was escorted to the medical room while you headed inside your office.

“Nightingale, tell everyone to be prepared. I’ll bring her in an hour.” You spoke in your earpiece.

“Noted, Chief.” Nightingale replied.

You watched Vautour enter the medical room in the surveillance camera then sat on your desk and waited for her to return. The checkup merely took 15 minutes and she was on her way back to your office. You were well prepared on the agendas you had to discuss with her and hoped it wouldn’t take too long; though, knowing her, it would certainly be done quickly and smoothly. Vautour sat in front of you soon after, leisurely leaning on the chair with one leg draped over the other and huffing from her pipe.

“Some desert bandits have been rather rowdy lately, attacking markets and caravans on the move. I can protect my caravan, but the atmosphere in WhiteSands is degrading day by day.” She commented while looking at a report.

“I see....” you couldn’t really assist in any manner when it came to situations like this.

Vautour continued the conversation, asking about the refuges she had sent your way. She was always more enthusiastic to know about Dèsir’s people, still keeping close tabs on them to ensure they were okay. She then gave you some intel on things you had asked her to investigate if possible, and she got you more useful information than you hoped for.

“Hah~ Is there anything more you’d like to discuss?” she remarked as you had finished discussing all the agendas. You looked at your tablet and noted the time then stood up with a smile.

“Would you come with me for a moment? There’s something I want to show you.”

Vautour raised an eyebrow then stood up, “Interesting.... What do you have in store, little Chief?~”

“I hope you’ll like it~”

Curiosity grew in her as she followed you, she didn’t know what to expect. You reached the cafeteria and stood outside the closed door before pressing your earpiece.

“We are here, Nightingale.”

“You can come in, Chief. We are ready.”

You turned around to look at Vautour with a smile then slowly opened the doors. Party poppers erupted as soon as you stepped in, accompanied with sounds of clapping. Vautour’s eyes widened for a moment when she looked at the scene in front of her- the cafeteria was decorated with balloons and frills and in front of her was a table having a familiar looking cake.

“Bon anniversaire, Vautour.” You wished and gestured to bring the cake closer, which Hecate did by pushing the table forward a few steps.

Vautour stared at the scene in silence, feeling quite surprised. The atmosphere and vibe were warm, comforting as she looked over the Sinners gathered around who came to celebrate for her. It reminded her of her past, the buried memories of the simpler days with her family. Yet, she donned her confident smile quickly and walked towards the cake before picking up the knife.

“Gâteau opéra? Oh my, you really know how to appeal to my tastes....” she said with a smile.

She then cut the cake as the Sinners around and you sang the birthday song for her. She couldn’t describe the joy and warmth she felt in her heart at this moment, still appearing composed to you all. Once the cake was cut, many of the Sinners, especially children, came forward to give gifts to her. She again felt overwhelmed receiving such wishes but remained calm and thanked each of them wholeheartedly, even kissing and patting their heads. Afterwards, you came forward carrying a bouquet consisting of an assortment of various flowers you had come to know she liked, the signature ones being datura.

“Happy birthday once again.” You wished while extending the bouquet. Vautour accepted with a smile and gazed at the flowers for a moment then looked at you.

“Mèrci, dear Chief. This was a wonderful surprise, how long ago did you plan this?”

“Ah, it’s our tradition for every Sinner. Either we make special arrangements if there are requests or we do this little celebration. It’s not much since our budget is tight, I tried to include things you like most.”

“I see.... I keep getting impressed by how attentive and caring you are towards us~”

You blushed, “It’s the least I can do. Still, if you have a particular wish then feel free to say. I’ll try to fulfil it as best as I can.”

Vautour smirked, “I’ll keep that in mind~”

When you were almost finished talking with her, Nightingale came to inform that dinner was served and you asked her to escort Vautour to the table.

“Well, shall we dine together? It’d be my pleasure to have you eat with me~” Vautour suggested.

“A-Ah, I’m sorry, I’d love to but there are some matters I have to attend to.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. I hope you can make it up to me some day then~”

“Of course, I promise. I trust you can manage here now, Adjutant?”

“Yes, Chief. You can rest easy.” Nightingale replied.

You took your leave with a smile and one last birthday greeting to Vautour. She gazed at you walk away and couldn’t felt but feel a certain attraction to you, also having some suspicions in her mind. She was not used to being shown such selfless appreciation as she had grown accustomed to dealing with everything in a business manner, always giving back n forth. She enjoyed the feast with everyone, letting herself be relaxed for the moment and relishing the celebration.

After the celebrations were over and she thanked everyone for the wishes, she came to your office to get some answers and clear her suspicions. While she knew you were genuine and different from others, she couldn’t help but feel there was more to this. Old habits die hard, after all. She reached your office door and was about to knock when she heard faint talking sounds from inside, she could make out there was only one voice which belonged to you and concluded you were talking on the phone.

She slightly opened the door and found you standing near the shelf, conversing on your earpiece while going through a file in your hand. She then knocked on the door and you turned around to see her standing at the doorway, seemingly waiting for you. You were about to hold your call when she gestured you to carry on and simply walked in to sit on the sofa, patiently waiting for you to get free. She huffed her pipe and gazed around the office, admiring the sophisticated and professional decorum. Her eyes fell upon certain paintings and statues she had sent you as souvenirs, smiling to herself knowing you placed them in good places.

“Yes, I will send a team to investigate the matter tomorrow. Tonight? I’m sorry but my Sinners also need rest; unless it’s very urgent, I won’t dispatch them at such an hour.” You firmly spoke on the call, making Vautour intrigued at the conversation.

“It is not about protocols; it is about their well-being and health. They are also human beings. If you have issues then I suggest contacting the Public Security Bureau instead.”

Vautour leaned forward and rested her head on her hand, occasionally taking huffs from her pipe.

“You can reach out to the 9th Agency if you want, my decision remains final. Have a good night.”

You finally cut the call with a sigh then turned around to face Vautour.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting. How was the party?”

“No worries, little Chief. The party was great, everything was to my tastes~”

You smiled, “Glad to hear that. Was there something you wanted to talk about right now?”

Vautour nodded and stood up, taking a few steps towards you.

“Something has been on my mind for a while, care to satisfy my inhibition?”

“Of course, what is it?”

You walked closer to her, standing beside the sofa.

“You said organizing such parties for the Sinners is a tradition and that you arrange things according to their likes.”

“Indeed, was something unsatisfactory in the party?”

Vautour gave a small smile, “No, everything was satisfactory. In fact....” she paused and came closer to you, “....too satisfactory.”

You blinked in confusion, “What do you mean....?”

She let out a chuckle then placed her hand on your chest, slyly rubbing it across.

“You said you have a tight budget yet were able to bring a 1-pound opera cake and other Eastside desserts I like, along with all the decorations and gifts the Sinners arranged which I’m sure were mostly paid for by you.... You know how expensive Eastside desserts are, don’t you?~”

“....W-We do have a tight budget but we can arrange this much. I planned out the things in advance to be able to fit in everything, what are you trying to imply?”

“Oh, don’t misunderstand me. I appreciate you doing all this, my suspicions are different. It’s not about how you arranged it, but it’s a matter of.... ‘why’~”

You couldn’t understand what she was getting at, feeling conflicted over her words.

“I.... I still don’t get it. I told you it’s just our tradition for everyone....”

Vautour narrowed her eyes, “Let me get to the point then. What is it that you are trying to get from me by doing this?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “What? Why would you think that....?”

She let out a small laugh, “It is a simple matter, Chief. I appreciate your efforts, but I believe you wish to gain something from me through this. Perhaps, something highly important that you couldn’t ask through normal methods. Am I wrong?”

You furrowed your brows, almost feeling offended at her assumption.

“I wouldn’t do things like this to gain favours, Vautour. What I told you is the absolute truth. You are my Sinner and I will treat you like everyone else. Everyone who gave you gifts and helped in arrangements did it with genuine intentions because they like you and enjoy your company, I did not force anyone. It was an expression of our well-wishes and I’d appreciate it if you don’t jump to such conclusions and undermine their efforts.”

Vautour was a little surprised by your serious and firm reply, realizing she seemingly made you upset. A gentle smile drew on her lips then with a simple push, she made you sit on the sofa and straddled your lap before you could react.

“Is that so? Hehe, seems I offended you by that. I didn’t mean to undermine their efforts, I was simply questioning your intentions....” she slowly cupped your face, “An expression of your well-wishes, you say? Mèrci, I appreciate it. Don’t mind it so much, just a habit of mine to interpret it this way~”

You let out a sigh of relief, “You made me really anxious for a moment there....”

She softly chuckled and wrapped her arms around your neck, gazing at you with a smile. You became nervous and blushed a little then cleared your throat to speak.

“To make such interpretations.... I guess you receive ‘gifts’ in this form a lot.”

She twirled your hair around her fingers, teasingly playing with them.

“Indeed, I cannot say when was the last time I received something so genuine with no ill-intentions or favours aligned.”

You looked at her with a sympathetic look, feeling sad at her words.

“On that note.... do you mind if I ask for something more?”

Her question caught you off-guard, but you were more than willing to accept.

“Sure, anything. There are no obligations between us.”

She smiled more then suddenly pushed you further on the sofa, making you lie on your back. She climbed on top of you and pressed her body to yours, keeping you in place with her weight.

“That wish you spoke about, shall I ask for it now?~”

Your face turned redder at her implication. Her left hand cupped your face and traced a finger along your jaw, smirking at your flustered expression.

“....What do you wish for?”

She leaned slightly closer, “If you satisfy a lady’s heart well enough, she begins to burn for something more..... tangible~”

You could feel Vautour’s breath brush your lips, your eyes fixated on her beautiful face that you’d never seen so close from before. Her words only made you more flustered, your heart racing faster at the situation. Your hands slowly wrapped around her waist, gently holding her.

“So, dear Chief, I wish for.... you. Just for tonight, be mine~” she whispered in a soft hushed tone.

Your lips trembled as you contemplated her words, “Is that all? You can ask for something.... better.”

Vautour chuckled and drew closer, her lips lingering over yours.

“You already gave me everything else. Besides, what makes you think you aren’t the best option I have ever come across, little Chief?~”

You blushed and thought for a moment before nodding with a smile, “Does that mean you’ll be mine as well?~”

Vautour raised an eyebrow in amusement, “Well, a deal works both ways. Although, I’m already quite bound to you as your Sinner~”

“You know that’s different.”

Vautour chuckled, “Indeed.... Then, we have a deal~”

You gazed into each other’s eyes, feeling captivated by her deep blue eyes and the sight of her above you this way. She leaned even closer and finally placed her lips on yours, gently moving them together. Her hand slowly slid up your wrist and traced circles on your palm, her luscious hair cascading over you. She could feel your heartbeat reverb this way, your fingers fidgeting as she teased them with her own.

Her free hand cupped your face and tilted it as she kissed deeper, pulling on your upper lip before grabbing onto your lower one and sucking it. Restrained breaths and small moans resounded between you both, then she moved her lips lower to kiss your chin before pulling back completely. You gazed at each other with uneven breaths, you knew your face was flushed red by now while Vautour looked same as before, except for her smudged lipstick.

“Hmm, a rich taste.... akin to a mille-feuille. I must admit, I do miss having you as my cute little neighbour, the way you used to have your eyes on me all the time, watching my every action was..... adorable~” she husked with a smirk, caressing your cheek and her thumb tracing your lower lip.

“Shall I show you how we kiss in my hometown? I’d love to see your reaction~”

With a gentle pull, she parted your lips and stuck out her tongue while approaching you. You braced yourself as her tongue entered your mouth and lips enveloped yours, kissing you deeply and passionately. The sensation was wildly different from a normal kiss, her tongue explored every corner of your mouth as if searching for a lost relic, to relish in your sweet taste before dancing with yours.

You couldn’t help but moan into her, surprised by the way your tongues rolled together. Your heart raced faster than ever; eyes open wide before becoming hooded due to the hypnotizing sensation of the kiss. Vautour’s eyes remained closed, her movements slow and effortless as if she was used to this, but you didn’t miss the way her hand tightened in your hold and the slight shift of her body to come even deeper.

“Haah.... V-Vautour.... mmh~” your words came out in a muffle, making her open her eyes slightly then becoming narrowed with a mischievous glint.

“Hehe, and you said I should ask for something better? Oh, ma chèrie, having you in this state is a treat itself~”

She was about to kiss you again when you suddenly tightened your hold around her and sat up, making her sit on your lap with her arms locked around your neck.

“Oh my, what’s the hurry? We have all night, don’t we?~”

You smirked then slightly pulled her closer, “Yes, but I had something else in mind.”

She once again became curious and stroked your cheek, “Do enlighten me~”

You slowly dragged your hands up her back, tracing her curves.

“Let me service you tonight, if you don’t mind.”

Vautour couldn’t help but feel surprised, silently pondering for a moment.

“You are really unique, little Chief. Saying such bold words to me.... are you sure you can meet my expectations?~”

You smiled, “You chose me for a reason, didn’t you? Perhaps I’ll even surpass your expectations~”

Her lips curled up in a smirk, “Very well. I’ll look forward to it, little Chief~”

You nodded, “Let’s go to my room.”

Vautour agreed and stood up from you, fixing her dress while you packed up the things on your desk before moving out together. You had barely walked a few steps outside of your office when an idea occurred to you and you stopped her in her tracks then stood beside her.

“What do you have in mind, de-”

Before she could complete her sentence; you placed one arm around her back, careful not to pull her hair, and the other behind her knees then effortlessly picked her up, holding her in your arms bridal style. Of so many things she was prepared for, she didn’t anticipate this and simply stared at you in silence as your faces remained close. She regained her composure quickly afterwards, lazily wrapping her arms around your neck and smirking.

“Oh my, aren’t you charming?~”

You smiled, “Just want to make you feel special.”

The sincerity in your words and the expression on your face surprised her, yet she kept up her calm demeanour. You walked to your room while carrying her the entire way, she simply remained motionless and couldn’t take her eyes off of you. You soon entered your room and kicked it close then were about to place her on the bed when she cupped your face and kissed you, enrapturing your lips with hers. It started as a slow kiss but you were soon devouring each other, tongues mingling and breathy moans exchanging. You walked to the bed this way and sat down on the edge while keeping her in your lap, your bodies pressed closely and continuing to kiss.

Vautour stood up on her knees slightly and deepened the kiss, one hand wrapping around your neck and clenching your collar from the back while the other gripped your shoulder. Her tongue soon slipped in and flicked yours, kissing you with passion. Your hands slowly caressed her curves, tracing the sides with your fingertips. You slid your hands towards her ankles this way and slyly removed her heels, making her smirk against your lips for a brief moment then kissing you again. She then sat down on your lap, completely putting her weight on you.

You placed your hands around her back now; sensually caressing her bare skin underneath the coat, tracing her shoulder blades and the curve of her spine before settling upon her hips. You gave them a gentle squeeze, earning a low moan from her. She pulled back abruptly, biting your lower lip with her eyes hooded and gazing into yours. She was about to say something, perhaps to tease you, but you took her by surprise when you tightened your grip around her and swiftly spun to make her lie down on the bed. Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud, shielded by your hands securely.

“Oh-?! So, you have this assertive side in you, little Chief?~” of course, she still had the mettle to tease you.

You simply smiled and lowered yourself closer to her, “Be glad it’s just assertive, Vautour. You don’t want to see me lose control.”

Vautour raised her eyebrow before extending her arm to cup your face, stroking your cheek with her fingers.

“Perhaps I do? You should let the beast unleash once in a while, dear Chief~”

You chuckled and lightly gripped her held out hand, “I’ll show you some other day. For now....” you paused then pulled her hand away and pinned it down with your own, applying minimal pressure to keep it in place, “....Just rest back and let me love you, okay?~”

Hearing the word ‘love’ sent butterflies in her stomach. Despite your assertive actions, she still felt gentleness in your touch and didn’t move away. In a similar way, you dragged her other hand to the side and pinned it by her wrist too, holding her open for yourself. You gazed at her this way, her shining fluffy hair sprawled over and the subtle rise of her chest as she breathed slightly faster than normal. You lowered yourself further and pressed your lips to her neck, planting tender kisses on her skin.

She sucked in a breath feeling your lips travel around her neck, her eyes hooding at the sensation and breathing becoming faster. Your kisses were soft and delicate, akin to kissing a lover. When you asked to service her tonight, she didn’t think you’d be this gentle and caring. The touch was feather-light, yet sent electrifying sensations in her body. She felt your hands that were pinning her wrists slowly slide up to her palms now before intertwining your fingers in a gentle grip. She could break away anytime, yet the comforting feeling made her stay.

You moved to kiss her other side in a similar manner now, keeping track of her reactions. She was strangely quiet, simply letting out deep breaths. Her own fingers now slowly closed on yours, giving you enough indication that she liked what you were doing. You occasionally licked at some spots and moved lower to her chest, kissing on the exposed part of her breasts. You could feel her body arch for a moment when you kissed between her breasts, but she refrained from giving any more reaction.

Vautour couldn’t describe the sensation she was feeling, her hazy vision glued to the ceiling. Why did such soft touches feel so good to her? Was she really seeing you as her lover at this moment? If she was, then she was going to let it continue for tonight. She pulled her left hand out of your grip rather easily and wrapped it around your head, lacing her fingers through your hair and pressing you further close. She let out a hum when you caressed her breasts, gently fondling them over her dress.

You then released her other hand and moved further down her body, kissing over her clothed belly and abdomen then sitting up between her legs. She anticipated what you’d do, yet you surprised her once again with your next action. You shifted back more and started caressing her feet, sensually rubbing her ankles and calves before placing kisses on her legs. She almost pulled back out of reflex but kept her composure and watched you, eager to see how you’d service her. You kissed up till her knees, her breath almost flinching at the tickling yet loving sensations.

Each touch of your lips on her skin sent shivers in her body, but she continued keeping her unfazed expression and silently watched with a smirk. She watched as you moved past her knees, her fingers clenching the mattress expecting something but you stopped when you reached the hem of her dress and sat up with a smile. She almost felt dumbfounded, betrayed even. Her body heaved with long breaths now, feeling pleasure build up inside her despite such simple touches.

“May I undress you?”

You asked with utmost sincerity, your tone laced with care. She nodded and sat up to let you remove her blue coat followed by the collar. You were about to slide down the straps of her dress when she instead pulled you closer by your collar and started unbuttoning your shirt, smirking to herself.

“Don’t expect to have all the fun, ma chèrie~” she whispered against your lips.

You smirked back and let her remove your shirt then pulling off your undershirt, leaving just your bra on. Before you could do anything else, she pulled you along with her as she laid back down and embraced you in her arms. You let out a yelp of surprise then were silenced as she kissed you passionately, her hands roaming on your back then pressing down, nails clenching your skin. You groaned into the kiss then pulled away with a sigh, gazing at her while panting. Once again, you placed your hands on her dress straps and began sliding them down.

Vautour laid still as her body came into view, simply arching up when you reached down. Her beautiful breasts enthralled you, subconsciously licking your lips at the sight. Soon, you finally pulled off her dress and only left her underwear on. You leaned down to kiss all over her belly then moved up to breasts, capturing them in your palms and gently kneading them. She hummed in pleasure as you moulded them, pressing and squeezing in between.

She bit her lower lip when you attached your mouth to one nipple. She felt your tongue flick over the nub while your lips sucked on it, your hand twirling and pressing her other nipple. She arched up a little when you pinched her nipple with your fingers, followed by grazing your teeth over the one in your mouth. Her hands once again wrapped around your head, tugging your hair strands with her fingers.

“Oh, little Chief, how adorable you look....” she spoke in a breathy tone.

You sucked her breasts more, swirling your tongue around and pulling before releasing with a pop. She whined softly, then watched you go lower until her naval. Your hands grasped the waistband of her panties, your eyes met hers for a moment before sliding them off as well and bringing her complete naked body to view. She looked no less than a model, perhaps even better, like a Goddess. Her soft and fair skin was perfect to the touch, completely unblemished in every crevice. You caressed her inner thighs and gazed at her core, throbbing slightly in front of you. The sight was marvellous, you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

“Rendered speechless already, little Chief? I believe you must have seen this sight many times~”

“No matter how many times, it’s always beautiful~”

Vautour scoffed teasingly, “Why don’t you put that tongue to better use, ma chèrie?~”

“Well....” you placed your arms under her thighs and raised her body slightly, “Be prepared then~”

You lowered between her thighs and gave a small, teasing lick to her clit. She didn’t give a verbal response, but you didn’t miss the slight shake of her legs. You continued further, now licking up long and slow strips across her folds and clit, and your hands gently caressing her inner thighs simultaneously. She barely reacted most of the time, simply taking in deep breaths. You then went faster, licking up her slit before pulling it open and inserting your tongue inside. Her hips bucked in surprise and a breathy moan left her throat before being concealed by her own hand as she bit down on her finger.

You smirked to yourself and realized what she was trying to do, she was reluctant to give in to you and submit. You had the patience to make her lose her mind, you could do it for as long as it took. You pushed your tongue deeper, parting her spongy walls and lapping up her sensitive spots. Your nose bumped against her clit as you increased your pace, lapping her walls faster and more intensely. Her thighs enclosed around your head in response, essentially capturing your face in between and making it harder to move. You tried to look up to see her face but were instead pushed down as she placed her hand on your head and pressed you in further.

You applied some force to spread her legs, but she was adamant in locking your head in. You decided to give up for now and focus on pleasuring her, you could see her face drowned in ecstasy anytime later. With a faster lick and suck, you slurped up her folds drawing out her essence and chasing her release. Your fingers rubbed her clit occasionally, pinching and squeezing right in time with your tongue motions. You could feel her walls tighten around you, and her thighs also closing in further, indicating how close she was. Yet, in all this time, you barely heard any proper moans from her. Vautour’s face was turned to the side, her eyes hooded and body rising with your ministrations. She still covered her mouth and only moaned through deep breaths, her voice coming out restrained and muffled.

“Hn.... C-Chief.....~”

The only time she moaned your name; it was music to your ears. You gave her hips a little push and folded her knees, making her legs rest on your shoulders as you pushed your tongue inside her the deepest possible. Her hand that was placed on top of your head now tugged your hair and pushed your head further down, her body lightly rutting against your held out tongue. Her body arched as she approached her release, her free hand clenched her sheet and she bit down her lower lip. Then, an explosive release washed over her when you stroked her sensitive spot, making her cum on your mouth.

“Aaah.... hah....” she panted out as she came, feeling your tongue religiously lap up her essence like a starved wolf.

Her taste was sickly sweet as you had anticipated, just like all the desserts she loved. You cleaned her up before sitting, licking your lips in a hazy state of mind and relishing her taste. You finally looked at Vautour and found her taking in deep breaths, her fluffy hair covering her face and her body heaving. Still, you missed the look of when she’d came. It seemed as if she was intentionally preventing you from seeing her vulnerable state.

“Are you okay, Vautour?” you asked in a concerned voice and crawled forward then swiped away her hair and cupped her face.

“Yes.... mmh.... that was good.....” she answered in between sighs.

You gazed at her dishevelled state, her messy hair scattered around, sweat glazing her fair skin and her lipstick smudged- everything was perfect and you felt lost in her beauty, even feeling flustered at having made her this way. Vautour placed her hand on your held out one, gently grasping it and looking back into your eyes with a deep emotion bubbling inside her. She leaned into your palm a little, cradling her face and you couldn’t help but lean down to kiss her.

“Say, little Chief....” she husked and placed her other hand on your shoulder then traced a finger down your chest, “.....You have been meeting my needs so well, I assume you have something more to offer?~”

Your face flushed more, realizing her implication.

“O-Of course, if you are not satisfied then I will continue....”

Vautour smiled and slid her finger further down, “Do you happen to have something a little.... intense? Something that feels different?~”

Your mind racked for a moment to ponder what she meant then finally understood.

“Uh, I do have some toys, including a strap-on..... Are you okay with that?” you asked shyly.

Vautour seemed amused and let out a chuckle, “Oh my, quite well-prepared you are to please a woman. I wonder, have there been more affairs of this sort in here, my naughty Chief?~”

You averted your gaze shyly, unable to respond to her. You then stood up from the bed and walked towards your cupboard to fetch the strap-on, she sat up and watched you with intrigue while taking a huff from her pipe. Her mind thought back to the recent happenings, your touch lingering on her skin and the strange feelings she felt. She didn’t know why her heart was beating this way, it wasn’t the rush from just having an orgasm but it was something far deeper. She expected to treat this as a casual affair, just to have a little fun on her birthday. Yet, here she found herself experiencing intimacy like never before.

The wisps of smoke from her pipe clouded her vision as she pondered further back, going down her memory lane. At some point, she used to dream of such simple things. To be able to live with her loved ones while doing painting, gardening and enjoying desserts. Yet, her dream was shattered long ago and buried in the depths of WhiteSands with her loved ones. She may have decided to protect the dreams of others instead of shattering them like her own, even if it meant deceiving them forever. But after meeting you, she wondered if she could have those dreams again, and if you would fulfil them for her.

“Vautour.”

Your voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked to see you standing nearby, holding the tool in your hand.

“This is what I have, is it okay?”

Vautour kept aside her pipe again and stood up with a smirk while glancing at the object, “Hmm, not bad. It’s sufficiently sized.”

“Uh, I also have some lube so I’ll put that. Let me just wear this....”

You turned to face away from her and were about to fasten the strap when Vautour turned you around again and gripped your shoulders.

“Let me help you, ma chèrie~”

She whispered and brought her hands to unbutton your pants, followed by zipping down the flyer. You blushed as she opened your pants and you kicked them away then she helped fasten the strap around your waist. She looked at the tool intently, holding back a giggle watching you wear something so daunting. You were then about to make her lie back again but she instead pushed you down on the bed first, looking at you with a smirk and coming close to climb on top.

You understood what she wanted and made no arguments. You shifted back on the bed to give her space and watched her crawl to straddle you, standing on her knees with the tip of the cock resting on her belly. The sight was breathtaking for you, just having her sit on your lap this way sent butterflies in your stomach. Vautour grasped the cock and rubbed it a bit, feeling the material and size. She then came forward and grinded her clit across the length, humming at the pleasurable friction.

“U-Uh, let’s put the lube. It could pain you otherwise....”

You picked up the bottle from the side table and sat up slightly to pour it over the toy, but Vautour stopped your arm midway and made you keep it back.

“No need, I’ll do it myself~”

“But-“

“Shh~” she placed her finger on your lips, shushing you.

Soon after, she stood up more and pointed the cock to her slit. You could see she was considerably wet, but were still worried about putting it in. She, meanwhile, seemed unbothered and started pushing the length inside while sitting down on it. You gripped her thighs and helped her ease on it; a hiss left her lips as the toy penetrated her, pushing past her tight walls. You expected to go slow but she suddenly sat down with a single push, taking it all the way in. A throaty moan resounded in your ear when she sat down, taking in the sight of her in this position.

“V-Vautour, you shouldn’t have put it in so fast....!” you said in a worried tone, keeping your hands on her waist.

She smiled and dragged her hands to your shoulders, gripping them tightly.

“Don’t treat me as someone so fragile, little Chief. I have been surviving the unforgiving WhiteSands every single day for the past decade~”

“It’s not that. I just—"

“Shush now. Let me enjoy this~”

She smirked and pushed you back more, making you lie down flat. She then started grinding back n forth on the length, accommodating the stretch and lubing up the toy with her juices. You remained still and watched her in silence as she wanted, letting her as she pleased. It was a treat just getting to watch her this way. Her expression remained fairly unchanged, holding the smirk on her lips as she started rising up and down the cock. The penetration soon felt pleasurable, enjoying the way it scrapped against her walls.

Her movements were precise, pushing herself in and out at just the right angles and speed. Her hips rocked backward as she rode you, her waist coiling forward into your skin and making her appear almost akin to a cat on prowl. Searing hot pleasure coursed through her body and tightened fingertips by which she held you, the little Chief who had given her so much love. She ground down as she sought you deeper, your name cradled atop her tongue. Through half-lidded eyes, you watched her, and emotions danced between you like flames. You were smitten, finding her unbelievably beautiful.

Vautour gazed down at you as well, noting your fascinated expression and how you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. She too felt enthralled by you, looking down to see how she was pleasuring herself on your lap so openly. The deep and intense emotions came back in her, and so did her mind conjure up some memories again. She placed her hands on your stomach and leaned forward while continuing to grind, and a surprising statement left her lips before she knew it.

“Happy to take my first time, dear Chief?~”

Your eyes widened in surprise, taking a moment to understand her words.

“First time? Wait, you mean....?!”

Vautour chuckled at your shocked expression, “Oh, how adorable you look. So, it seems you assumed I was experienced. Shall I say I’m a little offended or impressed?~”

You immediately sat up and kept your hands around her waist, stopping her from moving more.

“N-No, I.... I’m sorry about that..... for assuming that.... Actually, it’s my fault. I should have asked you before we began....”

She wrapped her arms around your neck, “And, what would you have done if you knew from the start? Treated me as delicately as possible?~”

“W-Well, I’d certainly be more considerate....”

She gazed into your eyes, knowing the sincerity and respect you showed.

“Are you okay right now? We can stop if it feels uncomfortable any- mmph~”

She pressed her lips on yours and prevented you from speaking further, then started rising up and down on the cock. She moaned into the kiss before letting go with a gasp and pulled your face near the crook of her neck, lacing her right hand in your hair while the left clenched on your back.

“You have already made this experience very comfortable and memorable for me. I’m glad I chose you for this.”

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, an urge bubbling in you to make her yours. Well, she was indeed yours for tonight. Now, you felt like owning up to her expectations even more. You wrapped your arms around her and suddenly thrusted your hips up, hitting a spot deep inside her and making her arch with a loud moan. Her fingers dug in your back, painted nails scratching your skin. You kept up the pace and thrusted into her as she bounced, making a pleasurable rhythm that hit all the right spots for her. She was moaning more than before, even if still restrained.

You tried to move your head up to look at her pleasured face, you wanted to etch the sight in your memory. Yet, once again, she tightly held you and kept you down, preventing you from seeing up. You were buried in the crook of her neck, her breasts almost smothering you from the tight grip she had on you. Her fingers intertwined and pulled your hair strands lightly as she threw her head back and continued riding you. You licked up her exposed neck and kissed on several spots, even biting down to mark her fair skin.

“Ngh.... Chief.... Aaahn~”

You could tell she was close as she was bouncing harder than before from her walls clenching around the length. Your hands squeezed her hips as you pulled her closer, rutting into her to make the cock hit more spots. Just then, you felt lost in the moment and muttered something unexpected.

“....Madeleine, you are so beautiful....”

Her movements halted for a second, her cloudy vision suddenly opening wide. You breathed against her skin and planted several kisses on every spot you could access and continued moving your hips into her. She would have found anyone unruly for using her real name without permission, yet hearing it from you felt serene. It was as if she was craving for it, longing to hear it from you.

“Do you.... mind if I call you that?” you asked. She smiled to herself and placed a kiss on your forehead before caressing your head.

“No.... mmh.... just say it only when we are alone.... aaahn~”

“As you wish~”

You moved your lips all over her neck and chest as she resumed bouncing before stopping to simply hold her. Her legs wrapped around your waist now, giving you the reigns to make some final pushes. You placed your hand on her back and swiftly thrusted into her, making her arch into you. Her head fell back as you angled the cock deeper inside, grazing just the perfect spots she wanted. She bit her lower lip as she edged closer to release. You embraced her again and for a moment, she gave in to you.

She fell limp in your arms as she finally released, drenching the toy with her essence. Her body convulsed as she moaned the loudest tonight. You missed seeing her expression once again, but you weren’t as disappointed as before. You held her in your arms as she came down from her high, intensely panting and her arms tightly wrapped around you as well. She lightly kissed your forehead then held you with content as well, relishing the moment.

“....More~” she suddenly mumbled and you looked at her in surprise, while she simply smirked and joined your foreheads together.

“More....? Madeleine, why did I not know you are insatiable....”

“Why, I want to make the most this time, of course. You are mine for tonight, you should know I have high expectations for that~”

You let out a sigh then suddenly spun around to place her on the bed, rubbing the drenched toy over her slit while gazing at her.

“I wasn’t going to deny you anyways. Are you sure you don’t want to take a break even?”

She extended her arms to wrap them around your neck and pulled you down, your lips ghosting hers.

“Time is precious to a merchant, ma chèrie. We have made a deal, let’s not waste time with unnecessary matters~”

You had no reason to deny her if she was so eager. Throughout the night, you gave her all the love and pleasure you could, treating her no less than a lover. Although, you still weren’t able to see her ecstatic face anytime. Each time you attempted to look, she’d be one step ahead of you and do something to hide your eyes. You wondered if she was insecure about something, or just didn’t like having herself being seen that way. Still, you hoped some day you’d get to witness the sight.

There was no sunlight or the dusty wind of WhiteSands that woke up Madeleine the next morning. She woke up by her own body clock, used to starting the day early. Her eyes fell upon the artificial lighting on the ceiling which somehow felt warmed than the natural sun she was used to feeling every day. Perhaps, it was due to the loving presence beside her. She moved her gaze to the side and looked at you peacefully sleeping, a gentle smile drawing up her lips.

She turned on her side and extended her hand to lightly stroke your hair and tuck some strands behind your ear. She recalled the memories of last night, knowing that the precious time was up. If she could have that again, she would never end it. She still didn’t have a name for the feelings you gave her, for the emotions you surged in her. But she was grateful for the unforgettable memory.

She leisurely sat up and stretched her arms with a sigh, missing the scent of her regularly morning tea and dessert. Just then, she felt the mattress on your side move and realized you had woken up as well. She watched as you rubbed your eyes before opening them, only to see her face gazing at you as she laid on her side propped up on her elbow.

“Good morning, Madeleine....” you said with a yawn and turned towards her with a smile.

“Good morning, dear Chief. Had a good sleep?~”

“Mhm, it was fine. How about you? Does it pain anywhere?”

“I’m fine, ma chèrie....” she extended her other hand and cupped your face, “You were perfect last night~”

You blushed at her words then sat up while stretching your arms before looking at the clock.

“Ah, it’s still early. No wonder I didn’t hear my alarm.”

You scratched the top of your head then suddenly heard a giggle from Madeleine, becoming confused at what she was laughing at.

“Reminds me of your first morning in Dèsir when we were talking across the balcony....” she sat up and extended her hand towards your head and gently caressed some strands that were messily sticking out, “Hehe, how cute~”

You blushed in embarrassment and quickly fixed up your unruly hair while she chuckled more.

“I’m surprised you remember those little things from then....”

Madeleine hummed, “Hmm, don’t you as well? Sometimes I can’t help but feel you miss the time when we were neighbours~”

“....I do miss it. It was strangely.... comforting, or I suppose that was just Dèsir’s atmosphere.”

She tilted her head with a sigh, “Indeed.... it was a paradise.”

You looked at the way her eyes stared into distance, seemingly pondering something deep. You extended your hand to hold hers then leaned forward to kiss the top of it, catching her by surprise.

“We can still have that here, if you allow me to show you.”

Her eyes widened before she gave a smile and came forward to peck your lips, “I look forward to it, little Chief~”

If she had met you earlier, perhaps her dreams would have come true. But it didn't matter anymore, she was happy with what she had and the memories you gave her, and she hoped to make such more memories with you.

#path to nowhere #path to nowhere smut #path to nowhere x reader #ptn #ptn x reader #ptn smut #vautour bleu #vautour bleu x reader #happy birthday vautour bleu

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h0neysp1ce · 17 hours ago

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Aʂƚɾαʅ Exρɾҽʂʂ! Sυɳԃαყ

Part one here

AE! Sunday who still uses proper formalities with you such as nicknames and the up most respect to you. still referring to you as pet names ( My Dove, My Darling, My Angel, Sweetheart, Love etc.)

AE! Sunday who will always greet you in the mornings on the Astral Express, set down and hold hands with you, while in a meeting about the next place is being talked about to visit/help.

AE! Sunday though he'll never admit it, wonders how your still able to love him, despite everything he has done so far.

AE! Sunday Who will some nights ask if its okay to stay in your room for the night, you two will end up chatting for a bit before sleeping, cuddled up together.

AE! Sunday who is almost always at your side when you two go on missions in different places, he's still at the ready to protect you and make sure no harm comes your way. "My dove, let us go together?"

AE! Sunday who still has every bit of affection for you, prepare to still receive hand kisses or just quick kisses here and there from this man, he loves you so much.

AE! Sunday who appreciates you being with him on his journey of redemption, he knows he'll never ever be able to scrub clean what all he's done.

I'm back? this was all I could think of, but I did say I wanted to make a part two :))

#honkai star rail #sunday #sunday x reader #honkai star rail x reader #sunday x y/n #sunday x you #sunday thoughts #h0neysp1ce #sunday hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr

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nimuraz · 1 day ago

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WORD COUNT — 1.7K

WARNINGS — riki asked sunoo to cover him as president of the fashion club, stressed sunoo comes complaining to you about how it went, unprotected sex (pls do not…), sub sunoo if u squint, bsf!sunoo + bsf! reader, p in v, light usage of pet names etc…

NOTES — first one shot on tumblr… yall pls cut me some slack i didn’t even proof read this so if it’s ass i am so sorry, i hope u guys enjoy nonetheless Muah xx

“that bad huh..?” you say back softly, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

“dude you don’t get it! all they did was talk about parties, drugs, and their sex lives, i’m never helping riki out ever again.” he visibly cringes as the words escape his mouth.

you let out a small chuckle before sitting closely to him in the bed, laying his head on your lap.

“sounds very typical… from my understanding most of the “popular” kids are in there hm?”

you and sunoo met at uni orientation. he looked very easy to talk to so you took the opportunity, you quickly came to the realization that you both were eerily alike. it was as if you’d found a mirror to your own soul.

you giggle softly after the air quotes.

“yea and then they had the audacity to ask about my nonexistent sex life!” he mumbles dramatically.

you laugh as his words slowly drift from his mouth, gently brushing against your thighs. Almost instinctively, your slender fingers weave through his auburn locks while he continues his playful rant.

“it was so embarrassing…” he mumbles again as he snuggles closer to your upright form.

embarrassing?

“i’m right there with you noo.”

“would be so much easier to deal with if i could just get one fuck in and be done with it. then i wouldn’t have to pretend im not a virgin.” he sits up and pouts.

you give his cheek a gentle squeeze before tidying his hair, which had fluffed up from your soft touches.

“you’re cute noo.” you tease with a grin.

“s’not cute… so embarrassing…”

“mm then let’s change that for the both of us…”

nothing could’ve prepared him for that.

“what?” he says breathlessly, his gaze wandering over every detail of your face, yet somehow still avoiding your eyes.

“cmon… who better to take your virginity than your best friend right?” a soft smirk plays on the corner of your lips.

he wasn’t sure whether to scream, cry, or maybe even laugh, but in that moment, he seriously considered all of the above. one thing was certain, though—he wasn’t about to sit there and pretend he hadn’t thought about fucking you once, twice, or maybe even more than that.

“are you serious?” sunoo asks as his gaze finally meets yours.

“only if you are…” you say sweetly.

god you have dreamt of this moment for years, the soft gently touches you give each other was starting to feel torturous plus all you ever wanted was to make sunoo feel good.

sunoo felt like he was suffocating. he sits up, his eyes studying your gaze.

you lean in slowly, eyeing his lips and glossy orbs.

“can i…? we really don’t have to sun.. i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable-“

sunoo completely cuts you off by pressing his soft pink lips onto yours. you feel your chest tighten because god yes you finally got to taste sunoo, and he was sweeter than you could’ve ever imagined.

he crawled over you, forcing your back to hit the mattress before gently placing his hands on your waist.

“not sure… where to go from here…” his breath fans out onto your skin, leaving goosebumps in return.

“it’s okay, we can go slow yea?”

scream, cry, throw up? all of it was running through his mind again. his eyes drank in the sight of you your flushed cheeks, dark hair framing your face, and those oh so pretty, irresistibly pink lips.

sunoo nods before leaning back down to kiss you again, his pace slower this time. you gently bite his bottom lip, seeking entrance, and the soft gasp that escapes him gives you the perfect opportunity to slip your tongue in.

his eyes shoot open at the feel. you notice his body tense, wanting him to feel relaxed you start rubbing his shoulders gently and per usual with that, he melts.

“s’just me sunoo…” you whispered against his swollen lips.

yea for gods sake it’s you. his best friend of two years but fuck this feels so different for him. for you on the other hand, you felt yourself slowly losing yourself to him.

“look at me, sunoo.”

so he does. he looks straight into your stupid perfect eyes.

“please.” was all he could say. his voice just barely above a whisper.

you don’t know why you nod but you do, and with that you pepper soft kisses all around his face earning a soft chuckle from him.

“it’ll be okay… it’s just us…” you whispered before pulling him down by his nape to press soft kisses to his jaw.

his eyes flutter at the feel, hands squeezing your waist gently. a soft pretty moan escaping his lips when you trail the kisses down lower to his neck.

“let me get on top.” you whispered and without a second thought he maneuvers you over and then on top of his.

back to trailing the kisses down his neck you go, however you started realizing the severity of the situation. wanting a distraction from the pit in your stomach you were feeling you finally tug on the hem of his shirt and with one swift motion its off leaving him half naked in front of you.

sure you’ve seen sunoo shirtless a handful of times but god does he look perfect as ever beneath you. you shift forward a bit, your clothed cores pressing perfectly against each other.

your lips make their way down to his chest sucking on the soft skin every now and then.

sunoo was a mess.

“fuck.. baby-“ his words are cut off by his own moan leaving his mouth.

baby?

you smirk softly against the skin of his hips.

“are you sensitive here?” you whispered.

he’s sensitive everywhere but yes especially right there and all he could do was nod because you weren’t even fucking yet and he already felt so so close.

that little nod was all the motivation you needed to suck on the skin harder. sunoo’s back arched at the sensation, his moans getting louder.

“please… fuck this isn’t enough.” he manages to breathe out.

you stop your actions before looking up at him.

“tell me what you want baby.” your smooth hands rub up his clothed thighs, you knew what he wanted.

you just like playing dumb every once in a while.

things escalated quickly, and now you both find yourselves exposed and vulnerable. still, the kissing and teasing were enough to leave sunoo completely stirred up.

“tell me if it hurts, i promise i’ll stop.” he whispered against your flushed cheek.

you lay there with your best friend, his body positioned above yours, and you could feel the connection between you both. in that moment, a sense of happiness washed over you like never before.

the stretch hurt but you felt so warm and so so full. his head buried into your neck all while bottoming out. he was trembling.

“baby…” he breathes out. “you okay?”

“sunoo, kiss me.” and again as if under a spell he listened to every single command you make.

he starts kissing you so achingly slow all while thrusting in and out of you in a gentle pace. your hands make it back to his nape and tug slowly when he bottoms out again.

“feels so good… you make me feel so good baby.” you blabbed out.

you were so utterly gone.

he’s panting, trembling, and holding back so so much. it takes everything in him to not ram into you.

“more.” was all he needed to hear.

he lifts your legs up higher and places them on his shoulder before thrusting in and out of you at a more rapid speed.

skin slapping, your whimpers, and his soft moans was all you could hear in the room. you were seeing colors, he’d pull out almost all the way just to fuck himself back in and by this point he was going so hard all you could do was clutch onto his shoulders.

“right— fuck yes sunoo right there!” you moan, he swore it was almost a scream.

he pulls out one last time before gazing down at your perfect hole. he felt so filthy, so nasty for being turned on by the way your arousal glistened.

“can… can i taste you?” sunoo faintly says.

the desperation made you crave anything, your hips buck as you feel his thumbs graze your inner thighs lightly. all you do is whimper and nod.

“fuck sunoo…” you moan, every other word leaving your mouth now incoherent as you feel his tongue lay flat on your clit. unbeknownst to you, sunoo is dirtier than he leads on to be. consistently watching porn in hopes when the time (now) comes, he’ll know how to pleasure his girl. in this case, you.

“how the fuck- nghh sunoo..”

it felt so perfect, perfect enough to have you almost reaching your peak.

“baby i’m close..” you breathlessly whispered before your moans spilled out of you.

then it stopped, the knot tightening in your stomach again. you groan softly.

“sorry, just really wanna be in you when you come…” sunoo whispered into the shell of your ear as he aligns himself with your entrance again. his pace frantic as he pounds into you.

“sunoo..” you call out softly. he looks down at you drinking in your appearance. you’ve never looked prettier, your eyes fluttering shut, your lips parted, your cheeks bright red.

“yea…?”

“i love you…” you babble.

‘what the fuck…’ you both simultaneously thought.

“you do…?” he asks, his release just right there so extremely close.

“sunoo- ah! fuck harder…” you whimper as he hits just the right spot.

“y/n… please…” he moans into your mouth before kissing you harshly. you did love him, and he loved you too. more than anything. he just had no idea how to tell it to you too.

he sat you upright as he kept thrusting into you before wrapping an arm beneath one of your under arms, pulling you flush against his chest.

“i… fuck…” he moans, entire body trembling.

“i love you too… i mean it…” he whispers as he goes impossibly faster. that was all it took for your pussy to clench so beautifully around his dick. your arousal connected between you both.

he pulls out and pumps himself before cumming on his fist and your inner thigh. both of you left panting, he collapsed next to you shortly after.

“you mean it…?” you whisper.

“we’ll talk about it later…”

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