#( i am ugly crying in the corner )

[brokenmagxc]

well first of all, I love everything about your writing, so jot that down. but your prose in particular is STUNNING!! I keep reading your reply to our thread like this 👁️👄👁️ because it’s soso good.

what is ONE THING you like about the way i play my character? ( accepting. )

x. YOU ARE A MENACE TO MY HEAAAAART !! this is so nice omg bronwyn thank you ?? your muse and your writing and your creative mind inspire the best out of me lbr. i get so much muse and inspiration just thinking about the neat things we could write together !! i am so happy that my art passes your vibe check and i look forward to many more beautiful things created between us !!

[corvussnakee]

Me when I find a cool ass AU and think it's just wholesome fun.

Finds out there's proshipping in it.

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God damnit dude.

[mercuryislove]

[darkbluekies]

King Edmund, Jerry & Hedwig drabbles: darling feeling insecure in appearance

Yandere!king x fem reader, yandere!mafia x reader, yandere!richgirl x reader

Warnings: mentions of not liking how one looks, Edmund not saying nice things about other women

Silas & Dr Kry version

King Edmund:

You're the queen. You should be flawless, shouldn't you? Everyone wants Edmund, everyone wants to be in your position. Everyone's judging you, thinking that you're not worthy. The court gossip is always about you. Always your looks, your behaviour, your outfits. At some point, it's unavoidable.

You don't let anyone come into the bed chamber. You've barricated the door with an armchair, curled up in a corner to cry. Your dresses are ripped, your jewlery scattered all over the floor.

"This fucki—there we go", Edmund pants as he finally manages to force the door open. "What is going on in here? What have you done?"

The second he locates you and sees the tears on your cheeks, his face resets. Edmunnd runs over to your corner and sinks down in front of you. He takes your face in his hands.

"What's wrong?" he asks worriedly. "My jewel, what happened? Why are your dresses everywhere? And the diamonds?"

"I hate them", you sob through gritted teeth.

"The clothes? We can get new ones. Do you want new jewlery too?"

"Not those."

"Then what?"

"They ... they tell me I'm ugly."

His eyes narrow. "Who?"

"The ladies in court ..."

"Surely you don't listen to those hags?"

You break out into new sobs. Edmund stares at you, eyes full of fear. Fuck, you do. Not you. Not his darling. He holds your head in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

"I am King Edmund, right?" he asks. "Do you think I'd marry just anyone? Those bitches are idiots if they think I'd ever chose them. You, my beautiful girl, are all mine."

He holds you close to him, letting you cry.

"No one can even come close to you", he whispers. "i don't want you listening in on gossip, that's not what my girl does, right? My girl is perfect and doesn't listen to insecure bitches. Fuck, I love you so much, people like that rile me up."

He looks around at the room, at the ripped clothes.

"I will buy you a whole new wardrobe and new jewlery", he reassures you. "All the latest fashion from Paris. And you will show those sluts that you are the most beautiful girl in the entire world. They can shove their last year's fashion down their throats."

Jerry:

If you ever show any type of dislike towards your appearance, Jerry will be the first one to let you know that you're wrong.

"Listen to me", she says and sits you down on the bed. "If I hear you say that you're ugy one more time — and I mean just one more time — I will lose it. Do you know many times I look at your photos on my phone when I'm not home and wonder how in fuck's whole world I managed to get you?"

You shake your head. Jerry wipes your tears and hugs you tightly.

"There's nothing in this world that I like", she says. "Everyone I ever loved is gone. You are all I have left and do you know how happy I am that it is you that i have left? There are billions of people in this world, and yet it is you. I couldn't have asked for anyone else. You literally turn me on more than you can imagine. I am so fucking attracted to you I am embarrassed, it's pathetic. I have to force myself to keep my hands off of you, otherwise you'd never leave this bed."

You sob out a chuckle and she smiles sadly. Your sobs make her heart ache. She doesn't have the words to formulate just how badly she loves you, how perfects she finds you. Jerry grabs your jaw in her hand.

"Get those thoughts out of your head now, okay?" she says, caressing your cheeks and kissing you. "I don't want to hear you say that about yourself. That makes me sad."

"I'm sorry, Jerry."

She lays down in bed and pulls you to her, letting you rest on her chest. Her acrylic nails scratch at your scalp.

"Do you want to know a secret?" she whispers in your ear.

"What?" you whisper back.

"You should hear how much I talk about you during my job. My boss is sick of hearing about you all the time ... and so are all the others. But they don't dare say anything to me, do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because they see how happy you make me. They would protect you with their lives if they had to, just because of how important you are to me."

She wishes that you could see her the way she sees you, that way you would never doubt.

Hedwig:

Hedwig have invited her childhood friends over, all from wealthy families, for dinner. Most of them are aspiring models, just like her. You felt misplaced. They're beautiful. Hedwig should be with one of them, not with you.

She notices that you're no longer downstairs and goes looking for you, eventually finding you in her bedroom.

"Why are you crying?" she asks quickly, closing the door behind her before running over to you. "What happened, sweetheart?"

You don't answer at first, feeling ashamed. Was it jealousy? Insecurity?

"Please talk to me", she begs softly, putting her hands in your lap.

"Your friends ..."

"Did they say something mean to you?"

"No, they're nice, it's just ..."

Her voice is as soft as could be. "What?"

"They're very pretty."

"So are you."

You shake your head and look down. "Not like them."

Hedwig's shoulders fall. She takes your hands and leans in towards your ear.

"I think you're prettier than them", she whispers and pulls back to meet your eyes. "You are everything I dreamt of. When I was a child and played with my barbies, I dreamt of having a relationship like Barbie and Ken, and do you know what? I got something much better. I could never have imagined, not in my wildest dreams."

"You're so pretty, I'm scared someone would take you ..."

"Trust me, no one can take me from you. They'll have to kill me to get me to leave you, and then I'll come back as a ghost to still be with you. I will never, ever have anyone else. You are everything I could ever want. You are so unbelievably pretty, I have to pinch myself sometime to remind myself that this is real."

She kisses your lips and rests your head on her shoulder.

"How about we don't go downstairs anymore tonight?" she asks. "Let's call it a night and just stay here?"

"But your guests-"

"They know where the kitchen is and they can entertain themselves. You are more important to me."

[emmg]

Come the fuck on, yall. I need more of you with non-Mourn Watch Rooks to admit that Nevarra is a goddamn horror show wrapped in creepy-ass Victorian funeral porn of a country.

Where are my Rooks casually tripping balls on some knockoff LSD before yet another Mourn Watch party because their boo Emmrich asked them to come support him, and now they’re in the corner clutching their drink, sweating bullets because they KNOW, deep in their goddamn soul, that this isn’t a party. No, this is foreplay for some next-level Lovecraftian bullshit, and they’re about ten minutes away from making awkward eye contact with an eldritch horror that wants to vibe-check their sanity.

Where are my Rooks ugly-crying into their crusty-ass tear-stained pillow at 3 AM because another bony motherfucker just decided to show up uninvited to “politely” hand them some cryptic message about how Emmrich needs them right now. (Not you, Manfred, sweetie, you’re a goddamn gem, this is about your creepy-ass cousins who click when they move and smell like dead flowers.) And now they’re not only exhausted but pretty sure they’re hallucinating their teeth falling out.

Where are my Rooks absolutely fucking DONE with Nevarra’s eldritch shenanigans, about to call their therapist AND their lawyer because they’re one missed night’s sleep away from drowning themselves in one of those mystery-ass Necropolis pools that shouldn’t even exist. Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to put a lake INSIDE A NECROPOLIS?!

Where are my Rooks drafting resignation letters because this eldritch-ass hellhole is on track to be their 13th reason? If the Necropolis decides to reshuffle itself one more time while they’re casually walking the halls, and they wake up in an open grave again? Fucking done. What is this shit?? Is this haunted feng shui?

Where are my Rooks who are this close to yeeting themselves into the afterlife and haunting Emmrich out of spite? (But yknow, lovingly)

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 8 part 2

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

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agatha closes her eyes when rio confronts her, she's scared and overwhelmed like during their fight in episode one, when she couldn't quite hide her panic behind all the posturing. their moment of complicity is gone, and rio's anger is back in full force

they're both posturing tbh. they're playing the old "killing is so sexy of you" game, but it's not working, flirting and deflecting is no longer possible, there is too much pain and resentment involved. these bodies, alice and lilia, are heavy between them, they're an open wound and an accusation.

agatha follows the script, but with no theatrics, no fake drama. there are no masks she can hide behind anymore, especially not in front of rio. it's just her, naked, with the grief and pain in full view.

and look, the placement of that tree has to be deliberate, it wasn't there a moment ago. the tarots cannot lie. the real agatha, stripped down to her ugly soul, carries this unfathomable pain, these three swords piercing her heart.

and there it is again, the elephant in the room. rio can't and won't ignore it.

agatha still tries to deflect, to buy time. look at her, she knows it's useless. she's crying, and she's so full of spite. flight is not an option anymore. fight it is.

they have BEEN through this. rio is supposed to do her GODDAMN job

but it's so much more complicated than that now. agatha literally went and fucked up a perfectly good grim reaper, is what she did. once upon a time rio would have had no hesitation, no resentment. but now she knows that harming billy will ONCE AGAIN hurt agatha and make agatha hate her even more, and it's too much to handle. agatha has put her in an impossible situation. again.

and THIS BITCH still has the AUDACITY of denying it. she still tries to walk out of the conversation, and rio has to step in front of her and physically stop her

te veo. always, always, always. despite all this shit between them, rio cares about her SO MUCH, all she can think about is what agatha is doing, how agatha is feeling. trying and trying to fix the impossible.

agatha attempts a mocking smile, but she can't. she can't put up that barrier anymore. rio's words are making her extremely uncomfortable. she is the one who observes, who schemes, who studies others for her own advantage. I can't believe I keep bringing up agatha's nakedness in such a non-horny way, but this woman HATES being perceived, hates showing weakness and revealing her fragility. it's a trauma response dialed up to the max.

this walk with another woman's son on a road that doesn't ex-

oh, rio. oh, baby. you're jealous. another woman, another child. she has chosen them over you, and refuses to see how much it's hurting you. how much she is hurting you. you're so, so angry.

rio is almost at her limit, and look at her. she is still trying to break through agatha's thick stubborn skull. it's no use, no use.

agatha is cornered. she's shaking with fury. she cannot run, she can only scream and lash out.

and dear lord, rio is still being soft. she's holding her ground, she's speaking her mind, but despite all, she doesn't yell, she's being so gentle with agatha. she's still trying to make her see reason. look what I did for you, agatha. I bent the rules of the universe for you. how can you not see it?

did I already say how glad I am for kathryn hahn's golden globe nomination? it's so well deserved. look how different she is here from her usual agatha, so still, devoid of any silliness. just pain and white hot rage. you call WHAT YOU DID special treatment.

and aubrey too, honestly. her characters are always so over the top and weird, and she is being so understated here. she flinches at agatha's words like she can't quite believe them. they really never had this goddamn conversation, agatha really avoided it and ran away screaming for two centuries straight. all rio wanted was to explain herself and to be forgiven, even though she's not guilty of anything and she knows it. but agatha's pain goes beyond reason. no, worse than that, agatha's pain is her reason, her raison d'etre, agatha protects it and fuels it and rio cannot compete with it.

the way she's almost breathless. like the pain is so much it's physical, like it's punching her stomach and chocking her airwaves.

and rio snaps at that. rio has her walls too, and she's very good at keeping her personal feelings at bay. agatha is headbutting those walls like a mad bull, and she's almost through. you are the one who takes, agatha. everything is always about you, your needs, your anger, your pain. there is never room for anything or anyone else.

agatha tries to run again, rio puts her whole body in the way, again. remember their first interactions in the show, when agatha kept running and rio would just let her? that's all over now.

rio hesitates. she takes a beat, and tries to deescalate. i cannot believe she is STILL trying, still pushing her anger back and asking about agatha's feelings instead, acting like a therapist. she is once again acknowledging agatha's pain and trying to walk her through it. do you see how unbalanced this is? and from someone who's ostensibly all about balance.

why do you make people hate you? why can't you open up about all that happened to you? why don't you want their help? my help?

she doesn't say nicholas. she calls him nicky. it's the intimacy of a child and grief that they share, no matter how much agatha wants to make it only about herself.

agatha needs a moment to answer, she needs to collect all her strength first. but she finally says it, and it's another tiny, tiny step ahead. there's almost a question in her voice, like she's testing these words so obvious but so strange to her. she'd rather make people believe she's cruel and uncaring, that she hates everybody, she hates children! that she exchanged her own son for the darkhold.

the truth is that she had a son she loved so fiercely, he was six years old, and he died. the truth is, she couldn't save him. and that is just too awful for anyone to comprehend. and so she lashed out, she inflicted pain, she embraced her anger and protected it like a treasure. being angry was easier than being sad.

meanwhile billy is still grappling with what lilia did.

jen too is grappling with lilia's selflessness. lilia has set an example that has affected her deeply.

she explains to billy what Green Craft is and why it makes sense for Death to be a green witch, and she's not as calm as she's projecting, there are tears in her eyes and she's sniffling, her voice is hoarse from screaming.

yeah, kid. it's a lot.

jen is like, have you MET agatha?

next up: rio has somehow convinced agatha to sit and talk. will they finally work their shit out? (spoiler: no they won't.)

go to episode 8 part 3

[arminsumi]

HELLOOO THERE!! Can I request gojo dating reader because of a bet with suguru and falling for reader, reader doesn’t know and was hurt when they overheard they’re just a bet, angst to fluff pls 🫶🫶🫶

thank youuuu, hope your having a good day!!

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

A/N: u have no idea how much i LOVE this idea anon!!! 💗💗💗 i really hope i did it justice 😩

Wc ≈ 1.4k

Pairing: GOJO Satoru x f.reader

Summary: Suguru betted that Gojo could make anyone fall in love with him, even someone who was his complete opposite — like you.

Warnings; angst-to-fluff, angst contents — {self-loathing (Gojo), crying, heartbreak}, a little bit suggestive at the end, kissing/making out

♪ michelle

It was nice while it lasted.

The handholding in public, the stolen cheek kisses, the pampering and spoiling, relishing in the jealous looks thrown your way when he fed you bites of his food in the cafeteria, bathing in Gojo Satoru's affection. A lot of people would have killed for your position, or even a glimpse into what it's like to date your college's biggest heart throb.

You two seemed to really like each other. It was like two mismatched puzzle pieces somehow fitting together — a fascinating connection was shared. No one would have put you and him together, not even Gojo.

The only reason he asked you out in the first place was...

"Suguru, that's such a nasty idea... I love your mind."

"Just don't actually fall in love with her. The whole idea of this bet is that you can prove any girl can fall in love with you, don't forget that."

Gojo had chuckled at this, it seemed so ridiculous.

Why would he actually fall in love with you? You weren't even his type. He never paid you a sparing glance, not at school, not at parties, not around town.

You weren't his type...

So why did his heart start panging excitedly a few months into your 'fake' relationship? Why did he swoon when you fell asleep laid on his chest in his dorm room? Why did he want to kiss you so badly every time he saw your face? Why did he jump like a cat whenever he got a text from you? Why did he kiss you like the world was ending?

And why did he cry when you found out the truth? He looked distraught when Suguru let the secret slip.

Why did Gojo Satoru, the strongest, beg on his knees for you to stay when you were about to walk away?

"Please! I'm so sorry! I know it was so wrong and fucked up — shit I regret it so much — I really like you! I swear to god, I swear on my life!"

You choked on your tears so badly that you could barely talk. "I can't believe you. This is such a fucking horrible th - thing to do to s - someone, Gojo."

He felt so hurt that you went back to calling him Gojo and not Satoru, like you used to when the two of you were just mild acquaintances.

"Don't go!" He almost yelled.

His arms wrapped around your midriff, he slid down like he was too weak to support himself — like his legs went limp. He slid down until he was clinging to your legs. He sobbed with such a genuine-looking crying face that you almost believed it. He wasn't play-crying like he does to get attention or persuade people, he was ugly-crying.

Gojo Satoru, the prettiest boy you ever knew, was an ugly-crier. A string of saliva glistened between his canines, his mouth hung open like a dramatic renaissance portrait of a distraught man. His eyes were pinched so tight that fat tears cascaded out the corners.

"Please don't go!"

⁕⁕⁕

Suguru found his best friend sat in the middle of the campus' main stairs. Desolate. One hand holding up his heavy head. Regretful. eyes closed.

"So it didn't go well?"

Satoru didn't raise his head, but he slowly opened his eyes and looked miserably at the floor. He watched a line of ants.

"It went as horribly wrong as you could imagine." he responded eventually.

Suguru came to sit next to him. "Are you really in love?" he asked him seriously.

"Of course I fucking am! — sorry..." Satoru snapped, then immediately mumbled an apology.

A long summer breeze went by.

"Try again." he suggested, "I'm sure she'll - "

"She fucking hates me."

There was a heavy silence after Satoru said that.

"If I were her, I'd hate me too." Satoru muttered.

Suguru went silent. He felt guilty, after all, he was the one that dared his best friend to do something as stupid as play with your heart.

Satoru watched the ants scurrying along. He felt as puny and weak as one right then. The realization of these feelings themselves are what urged him to abruptly stand up.

"I'm not giving up. I'm gonna explain to her that I really did fall in love — that I really do fucking like her so god damn much it's insane and stupid."

"That's the spirit — where are you going?" Suguru asked curiously as Satoru began heading over to the parking lot.

"I'm gonna go bring her flowers and... stuff..." he replied unsurely.

Will that really work? He wondered to himself.

"But it's gonna rain." Suguru said, "Heyyy, Satoru, listen don't just — ah, there he goes... idiot really fell in love when I warned him not to..." he muttered pitifully.

⁕⁕⁕

There was a knock at your apartment door.

You wrung it open to reveal a heartbroken Gojo Satoru, soaked-through with rain, standing in the downpour, panting while holding onto a bouquet of vividly red roses. You couldn't have witnessed a more dramatic scene in a movie.

His hair was completely flat with wetness. There were raindrops running down his cheeks and dripping off his chin.

On the walk to your apartment, Satoru had mentally written a speech for you.

It was definitely a well-rehearsed heartbroken boy's 'take me back' speech. Flawless and direct. Surely it would have sufficed.

But he didn't say even the first few words of his practiced speech when your door flew open.

All he did was break down crying and fall to his knees right in front of you, like some dramatic actor — except he wasn't acting, you could feel the realness of his regrets and miseries through each sob.

"Satoru..." you looked down at him pitifully. "Come inside, you're gonna get sick." you said tenderly.

For some reason, those very small words communicated more emotions than any form of 'I love you' ever could.

⁕⁕⁕

His pretty nose was slightly upturned. You noticed that when he first kissed you after your third date.

You noticed it again when you observed how red it had become from crying and sneezing.

Wrapping a blanket around him. Drying his hair. Fluffing it with your fingers. Making him some tea. Sitting him down on your bed. Putting on a movie. Letting him curl up into your arms — something he never did when you two were 'dating' because he was convinced he had to show off his dominance to win you over.

All of this together settled the air between you two. But it still didn't explain everything.

"Why'd you do something so dumb?" you asked him half-humorously.

He nibbled and chewed on his lip, eyes on the TV — not really, actually they were looking at your subtle reflection within it.

"I'm an asshole." he admitted.

"You don't say." you chuckled.

He felt bad, and uncurled his body and raised his face to look at you. Satoru never wore a serious expression in all the time you've known him, both as acquaintances and 'lovers' — except for now, which is how you know it's true.

"I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you. Suguru dared me because... well, because it seemed comical. We're opposites, no one would ever put us together right? But he and I thought that was a hilarious challenge. We wanted to see if I could catch you and make you fall in love with me, or something like that..."

He started mumbling his words and refused to look at you.

"Satoru."

"Yeah?"

He reared his head up at you.

"Did it mean something to you, the time we spent this summer?"

He didn't hesitate to respond, "It meant everything." he said.

"Well, then there we go." you said with a little smile.

"Am I being forgiven...?"

"Mhm."

He seemed taken aback and unsure. Was he really being forgiven? Were you reversing the script on him and pulling a trick on him now?

"Does this mean..." he mumbled quietly, "... that I'm allowed to kiss you right now?" he asked nervously, heart panging, eyes giving your lips a longing glance.

"You're such an idiot." you sighed, "Yeah of course it means you can kiss m — mmmf!"

You never managed the rest of your words out, they all got muffled on Satoru's lips. His hand came to cup your right cheek, fingers caressing your skin like you meant everything to him. He tilted his head into the kiss, broke apart for air, dove back in, kissed you feverishly fervently violently eagerly — with so much affection and thankfulness that you almost couldn't breathe due to being smothered.

"Sorry..." he panted after breaking the kiss, bottom lip glistening with saliva. "I'm sorry for breaking a heart as good as yours."

"Just don't do it again." you told him in a whisper.

The poor boy, two days without kissing was really too much for him. He went right back in and kissed you blue, until you gasped and subconsciously wrapped your legs around his slim waist and pulled him closer. His whole body felt hot and eager. You tasted so good, you looked so good, you loved him so good — he decided right there in the back of his mind that he'd marry you after graduation.

[churipu]

( OO2 ) ★ dude (romantically) , gojo satoru

featuring. gojo satoru x reader

warnings. cursing, 2006 highschool era, one sided enemies to lovers (alias u hate him bcs of "reasons", and u think he hates him too), gojo being such a fucking tease i love hate him so much, a lot of cringe and weird pet names from gojo bcs he's kind of a little shit, you being mean to him and you make him sad (but you'll make up dwdw, i don't need angst rn), um...kissing (yhyh u guys kissed, so what >:() // wc: 4.0k

ENTRY ( OO2 ) OF THE "INTO THE IPINVERSE" MILESTONE

"i hate you." "say that again?"

tags: @sad-darksoul, @sweeneyblue1, @idkuluka, @colorful-happy-shit

there are a lot of moments that you hate in life, but with all due respect, meeting gojo satoru has got to be at the top of your fucking list.

white hair, blue eyes deeper than the ocean. god, why does he have to be so pretty? why couldn't he be born with no hair and no eyes at all? because that, that would make it easier to hate him completely — yes, you're implying that he's physically attractive.

"hey, apple pie," gojo sings out, slinging an arm over your shoulder, "i missed you."

you pushed him away harshly, "don't call me that, gojo. and i don't fucking miss you," a strained whine escaped his throat as he feel the distance in between you both widen at your push.

"come on, sugar bear."

"jesus christ, stop calling me those fucking nicknames." you seethe out at him, standing up to walk away — escaping this hell, escaping gojo satoru and whatever tricks he had up in his sleeve.

"i know you like them," gojo sings out, skipping to catch up with you. shoving both of his hands inside his pockets, "come on, annoyed acrylic nail."

you stopped for a bit, amazed at the nickname. so amazed that you almost actually pulled out a laugh card at him — god, he's insufferable, "what the fuck was that nickname?"

"you kiss your mother with that mouth?" gojo asks, leaning down a bit to put his ugly face up close to yours. frankly, it's frustrating because he's an absolute beauty, what a prick.

"my mother's dead."

gojo widened his eyes a tad bit, "my god — pumpkin, it was just a saying." he sighs, scratching his nape awkwardly, "sorry for your loss."

you rolled your eyes, continuing your aimless walk. the sole point of this walk was to avoid the male, yet here he was, walking alongside you. silently. as you turned corners after corners, he trailed behind you, turning the same corners after corners.

"can you," i look at him, "leave me alone? why the hell are you following me?"

gojo shrugs, "no reason. can't i do that now?" you shook your head, "and why not?"

"this is — stalking. an act of following me around, i feel intimidated. do you want me to file a report, huh? huh?" gojo chuckles at your ramble, finding you quite adorable; in his eyes, you were like this small creature, trying to be intimidating.

"definitely not." he chuckled, "come on, chatterbox. you should let me take you out sometimes, what d'ya' think? sounds good?"

"no. just — don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't even breathe the same air as i am," you muttered out, flipping your middle finger at the male out of annoyance making him guffaw.

his slender fingers grabbed your hand, pushing it down gently, "are you implying that i should die?" his voice came out cheeky and teasing.

"yes."

he rolled his eyes, "you're gonna miss me when i do actually die, bet you'll cry and say y'miss me." the male laid his hand on top of your head — patting it lightly, "come on, bonbon. let me take you out, for food, for smoothies, for desserts. anything you want, i'll give it to you."

you heaved out a sigh, "gojo, no — just, no. and leave me alone."

the male eyes you, "you hang out just fine with suguru. all sunshine and rainbows, why d' you not give me the same treatment, huh?" he questions, almost offended at the thought of both you and suguru laughing and joking in front of him.

"'cause you're not him, obviously."

gojo furrowed his brows, expression filled with frustration, "what does that even mean? what's so different about suguru and i? he's a good guy, but 'm a good guy too. right?" he asks, voice low and meek.

"just — shut up, alright? leave me alone."

this time, the male complied; refusing to trail your figure as you disappeared around the corner. his eyes following you until you were gone, chewing on his lip in annoyance.

he didn't understand you, in his eyes you were like a lost cause. and it perturbed him, his peace, his life. the male is dying to know whatever the hell he'd done wrong to make you hate him so much, whether it being his constant nickname for you or was it because of the fact that he's always there to make fun of you?

gojo wouldn't be this bothered if you were like this to everyone. however — the fact is that you're only like this to him. and why? he didn't know.

and he hates it.

very helpful google.

the teen boy threw his head back, sighing out loudly — a few hours since that conversation with you and he still hasn't been able to get you out of his mind.

"what'cha doing?" a shadow peered over him, the white haired male fluttered his eyes open slowly; the afternoon sun gracing his face as he tries to make out who the person above him was.

"nothing," he muffled out, looking to the side — geto chuckled, jumping over the male's head before taking a seat next to him, "did you just jump over my head?"

"mhm," geto hums, "so? is it about y/n?"

gojo looks at his friend, "was it that obvious?" geto chuckled, nodding his head mutely, "try to think about it — as far as we've known each other, what the hell have i ever done wrong to them? i'm so lost."

"who knows? maybe they like you."

gojo rolled his eyes, "who in their right mind, would act like that to the person they like? that's just stupid." geto chuckled.

"people like y/n obviously."

the white haired male huffs out in defeat, "is it because of the weird nicknames? in my opinion, they're really cute. i mean — pumpkin, sugar bear, apple pie? you'd like to call your partner that too, right?" he babbles out, still in trance, wondering what he ever did wrong to you.

geto spared a glance at his friend, "no, that's stupid. it's pretty cringe," he honestly informed.

gojo's jaw tightened in response as he stared at his friend in betrayal, his lips parted as he wanted to deliver something — but the blue eyed male slowly shuts his mouth, pondering for a bit before delivering his comment, "okay, you're partly right. but i enjoy calling them that. they're cute, and my nicknames are cute." he pouted, his glasses slipping down a bit.

"annoyed acrylic nail? really? you can do better than that, satoru."

gojo's head snapped towards geto, "how'd you know about that one?" he narrowed his eyes.

"y/n, who else?"

"traitor. and mind you, i got that from a quiz i was playing on the internet."

geto tittered out in pure amusement, "they were just telling me about what happened," he explained, "and boy, was it interesting to say the least."

"what'd they say about me?" gojo asks, his voice soft. almost scared to question his friend, scared to hear about how you'd describe him — despite being this, "calm", "coolheaded" man he portrays, when it comes to you, it felt like judgement day.

"oh, nothing much," geto uttered out calmly, "how they can't stand you sometimes and how you maunder out the oddest nicknames on earth — oh, and how they find you physically attractive." geto finds himself whispering the last part.

geto was one to say the truth about these kind of things. except, he's now being a little cupid, alias . . . you never told geto that gojo is physically attractive. but the first two comments were the absolute truth.

"they did?" how cute.

geto nods his head mutely, "maybe you should go meet them, they were pretty intent on describing you as quote unquote, the most attractive boy they have ever met," the lie rolled over his tongue smoothly that gojo couldn't help but to grin widely.

"tell me about it, suguru. please, please?"

geto was most delighted to do so. the male enjoying this banter more than anything — if he wanted one result, it was to get you and gojo together. frankly, he finds it quite the mediocrity that you and gojo aren't in an established relationship as of now.

"they were saying how you have these pretty blue eyes that they'd love to look at every hour," geto started, "and how they actually don't mind some of your nicknames — like, sugar bear. they find it endearing."

little bastard. gojo was smiling like a fool right now, his long legs crossed happily as he sighed out in content, "i fucking knew it."

"well, what're you waiting for?"

gojo hops up, peering down at geto who was still seated, "i owe you one, suguru," geto chuckled, shaking his head.

oh, he owed me more than one. geto thinks to himself, waving his friend goodbye.

"hey, sugar bear." gojo confidently approached you, crossing his arms with a knowing smirk on his face, "i missed you."

groaning out in response, you covered your ears with the palm of your hands; not wanting to engage in the conversation right as it started. gojo chuckles softly, circling his fingers around your wrists, pulling them away from your ears, "come on, why're you always so mean to me?"

"you get on my fucking nerves. asswipe." you muttered out, pulling your wrists away, "and don't touch me."

gojo winced, "ouch. so, heard from someone that you called me attractive, huh?" his eyebrows danced up and down in delight, as if he was mocking you.

you arched your brow in confusion, because for all you know. one, you never said that to anyone. two, even if you did find him attractive, you didn't remember ever telling that to just anyone — hell, you don't remember telling anyone about it either.

"excuse you?" gojo gave you a lop-sided grin.

"so? why're you keeping up with the attitude?" he whispers out, shaking his head.

"gojo, what the fuck? who did you hear that from?" you interrogated the male, one of your hand resting on your hips, "whoever the fuck gave you that information is making shit up — no, i don't find you attractive."

the male rolled his eyes at your stubborn demeanor. well, you weren't particularly stubborn; you were partly framed at this point since you don't remember ever saying that to anyone.

"come on, why'd you have to lie to me? it's not like 'm gonna be angry or anything," you sent a sharp glare at him, because he is wrong for saying that — you made it clear you never expressed that forbidden thought to anyone. so why was he saying this to you?

"gojo—"

"why do you call suguru by his first name but me by my surname?" gojo cuts you off.

"gojo, listen—"

before you could say anything else, the male confidently hushes you down, yet again cutting your words off. and if there's anything else you hated more than gojo satoru, it's being interrupted while you were talking.

"gojo, respectfully, shut the fuck up." you scowled at him, and that indeed managed to shut him up almost immediately — the glare you had in your eyes signifying that you were actually serious. gojo can't help but to swallow the non-existent lump in his throat at the sight.

"i never said anything about you being attractive, and whoever the fuck said that to you is a pathological liar. this is getting tiring," you slowly, and calmly tell him. way too calmly for his liking, "you're bothering me. so with all due respect, can you like . . . maybe, leave me the fuck alone and never talk to me unless it's mission related. it's fucking annoying."

gojo was silent. he was clueless of how to react, a part of him wanted to get angry, he has so much questions to ask you. but another part of him just wanted to lay down low and walk away. and gojo went after the latter.

his stomach churned as he processed your words silently, his smile dropping, and his gaze softened. the male inhaled sharply before nodding his head, "okay, sorry."

and he turned his heels, slowly walking away out of your sight — you stared at his back, watching him walk further and further.

letting a string of curses escape your lips, you felt the urge to reach out to the male. call out to his name. say you were sorry and how you didn't mean that — god, sometimes you think it was you that should respectfully shut the fuck up.

" . . . goj—" you shook your head, deciding to just stay silent for now. for now.

this wasn't the first time you've told him off; and he always comes back the next day, so gojo would probably be the same old him tomorrow, right?

wrong.

gojo was dead set on what he was doing, avoiding you. and damn, he was pretty good at it — that it pisses you off. because why isn't he calling you those weird nicknames? why isn't he trailing after you anymore? why isn't he talking to you? why isn't he batting an eyelash at you? one week and still going strong.

"heartbreak problems?" geto appears beside you, taking a seat next to you, whistling out loudly, "over satoru? that's a first."

you wanted to retort back to the male, but honestly, there isn't any point to it. so you actually bobbed your head, "guess so," you muttered out lowly, balling your fists.

"what happened?"

his question made you side eye him, you were pretty sure gojo would've told him by now — after all, they're quite the pair at school. so this was an honest surprise, "shit happened. i said things that i obviously didn't mean, and now i'm suffering the consequences of my own actions, fairly enough, it fucking sucks."

"so, you're openly admitting to me that you do like him?" geto questioned softly, his eyes traveling to the ceiling of the classroom, "satoru? the one you shit-talk about every single day?"

you grunted, "jus' because i shit-talk him. doesn't mean i hate him," geto blinked feverishly before laughing out, "the hell are you laughing at, asswipe?"

"i told him you found him attractive. but i guess things didn't go as i expected," geto spouts out the truth, his laugh dying down slowly into a small smile, "what did'ya say to him?"

"thought you'd know by now, and that was you? fuck." you murmur out, "i told him to leave me alone and never talk to me unless it's mission related. i said it was annoying— that he was annoying."

geto hums out, "why're you always so angry towards him anyways?"

good question. why?

"that's . . . none of your concern, suguru." you ended up shutting down his question, chewing your lips in pure annoyance.

the male raises his hands up, "right. it's not mine — but it is satoru's, you should talk to him," he advices, "he's been miserable, trust me."

"he looks like he's doing fine, and doesn't he like . . . hate me?" geto raises a brow in disbelief, wondering if you were just plain dumb or too oblivious — or both. the male shakes his head, "oh. i thought he would by now."

"y'think he would do all that thing to you when he hates you?"

"well, it's him so it wouldn't be surprising. really." you chuckled out hoarsely, "and are you really giving me advice right now? because i can't fucking believe i'm actually getting an advice from you out of all people."

"that offended me." he smiled.

"well, sorry. i've never taken you for the advice giver type of person, so? is it really my fault?" you questioned, making the male roll his eyes in response.

"you have a man to chase, why are you still talking to me?"

right. you did, "bye suguru, i owe you one."

geto sighs out, remembering the same words that gojo had said to him a week before — and how the tables have turned. he was thoroughly enjoying this all.

"gojo."

the male stopped when heard your voice. your sweet, loving voice. oh how he missed it — your voice, your glare, you. finally sparing his first glance at you after a week.

it was hard. he's miserable. he wanted to approach you, he wanted to call you the nicknames he'd searched on google before morning comes, he wanted to talk to you even if it ended up on you scolding him with very nice words, he wanted to see you. gojo just wanted to see you.

the white haired male has never felt so miserable in his life. this was the farthest he has ever been from you, and it was honestly killing him inside.

"what?" he asks, wondering if he had done yet again, something to make you approach him first like such. because one thing he was confident in is that, you, y/n l/n, would never approach him for anything besides missions or . . . anger, "what did i do wrong this time? i didn't talk to you like you told me to. so?"

"you're fucking unbearable." you muttered out, fists balling tightly — very much angry at him, and at yourself.

gojo raises a brow, "i'm unbearable? what makes you think you can come up to me and tell me that?" he asks you, his voice soft, and a ghast of his blue eyes reflecting behind the dark lenses of his glasses.

"god, i hate you so much."

no, no, no. it wasn't supposed to go this way, you weren't supposed to say that you hated him — and the way gojo furrowed his brows at your statement made your heart drop. why couldn't you just mutter out the word "sorry" and everything would be back to normal.

when people tell you that, "sorry", "thank you", and "please" are the hardest words to say. you didn't take it literally — but now that you were in a position to say one of them, you could finally agree on it. why was it so hard to mutter out a five letter word?

"okay, you made it clear last week. what else do y'want me to say?" he muffled out lightly.

"i hate you." you repeated, "so fucking much."

gojo shakes his head, prompting to ignore you. he turned his heels and began to step away from you. he didn't need anymore hurtful words from you; from someone he deeply has feelings for, "don't fucking walk away," he heard you speak.

"don't . . . walk away." your voice dropped down a tone, "please."

the male hesitated, but he stopped walking in the end. gojo had only stepped away a few times and he couldn't fucking stand it, the way you called out to him — lord, if this hasn't been so serious. he swore he would be running to you right now, how he wanted to have you in his arms right now, even if it ended up with you pushing him away. he would take the chance.

it was better than having to ignore you like this.

"what?" he breathes out again, this time a little curious to what you had to say.

you blinked, parting your lips to say something, but nothing would come out. a few seconds passed, and your lips are still parted. and you were starting to grow desperate, desperate to say something — anything at this point. anything to make the male stay, to stop him from walking away.

"y/n . . . i don't have time for this." he mutters out, trying to keep his act up, even if he was fighting back the urge to just drop everything and run to you.

"no, wait. gojo— satoru." it took one specific word to roll over your tongue, and his heart was racing rapidly. his cerulean eyes intently looking at you from behind the dark lenses, "please, i . . . i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, so please don't walk away from me. don't do that again."

gojo felt his heart began to pound. the male stood there, his breathing growing rapid, "i didn't mean what i said to you — it was my fault. i'm fucking miserable, satoru. i don't know what to do," you tell him, voice lacing in desperateness, "i fucking hate you for this. i swear to god, it's disgusting . . . the feelings. i've never felt like this before and i hate it. i think about you all damn time, i hate you because why the fuck am i feeling like this? i can't stop, satoru."

the male parted his lips to respond, but you cut him off, continuing your words. groggily fiddling with your uniform, brows furrowed, eyes glassy, you continued, "so don't fucking walk away from me. don't fucking ignore me, please."

it took gojo no time to stride over to you, "fuck. do you know how fucking miserable i was for one. whole. week? do you think i wanted to ignore you? to not look at you?" his large hands cupped both side of your face, "i was fucking miserable, y/n. i just wanted you to know how much i fucking missed you. one day," he raises up a finger, "one day felt like a whole year, i can't stand it much longer. so, please — don't push me away anymore."

you look up at him, lips slightly parted, "i hate you."

gojo tilted your face up to him, "say that again?"

his fingers traveled down, brushing the skin of your neck vividly. even with his glasses on, you could see his eyes perfectly — and how they gleamed brightly. gojo smiles lightly, using his other hand to grab your right hand, placing your palm on top of his chest. where his heart was. the constant rapid thuds that you could feel against his chest made your heart flutter.

"god, i fucking love you," he breathes out, drawing your face towards his, his lips inclining towards yours — and your mouths fell together, a few seconds passed and gojo pulled back slightly, his lips parted, "i fucking love you, y/n," he whispers softly, capturing your lips into another kiss.

the hand you had on his chest lightly crumpled against his uniform, holding the male in place as you yearned more of the taste of his lips. it was vague, but you could taste strawberries — and . . . cream cheese. pulling away, you stared at him, "dude."

gojo arches a brow, etching your fingers off of his uniform. lacing them together with his — like a perfect puzzle piece, it was like his hand was meant for yours, and yours for his, "what did you say?"

clearing your throat, you said, "dude, but romantically."

the male chuckles, "you ruined our kiss and our moment, for that?" he pressed a kiss onto the tip of your nose, maintaining eye contact, "d'you know how long i've been wanting to do that? to kiss you?"

you shook your head, "no, but did you eat something with strawberries? and cream cheese? i could taste it."

gojo blinks, "oh, yeah. i had some daifuku," he replies, scratching his nape sheepishly, "why did you have to bring that up now, couldn't it wait until later?"

"dude." he looks at you in disbelief.

"but romantically, again." you added, and gojo smiles, "i can't help it — i don't know what to say."

"i do," he pressed a kiss into the hollow of your forehead, "date me. i promise i'll treat you well. i won't call you those nicknames anymore, just — i just need you to be close to me."

"what if i said no?"

"after that kiss?" he pulls away from you.

"kidding, dude."

the male whines, "stop calling me dude," he said, "can't you call me something else? baby? honey? darling? cutie? handsome? none of that?" he asks out.

"dude is pretty romantic." you rolled your eyes, "do you ever hear me calling anyone else with dude?"

he shook his head, "you never call anyone with a nickname anyways." gojo grumbled under his breath, looking away, "fine, what do you prefer? i don't do well with — nicknames."

"i like the sound of baby, or handsome. i am handsome, right? right?" you rolled your eyes, but gave out a subtle nod, "i knew it, you did find me attractive after all."

"shut up or i'm sticking with dude."

"no," he brushes his lips against your cheek, "i'm baby now. and you — you're sugar bear, pumpkin, apple pie, annoyed acrylic nail, and more to come."

"didn't you say you won't call me those nicknames anymore?" you questioned him with a light smile.

"uh . . . no, you heard wrong."

"okay, dude." you chuckled.

"y/n!" he whines.

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[snazzyturtles]

"Animal Instincts"

tanaka x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

it always helps to have a friend by your side when something doesn't go as planned. but when that friend secretly likes you? you're in for an interesting afternoon...

wc: 8.5 k

tw: childhood friends, light angst(?) , softdom!tanaka, unprotected, creampie, squirting, bd/sp, breeder balls tanaka, grinding, titty sucking, biting, pinching, fingering/clit play, marking, rutting, couch sex, teasing, pet names (baby, angel, minx) , praising/sweet talk, aftercare, mentions of alcohol/getting drunk, tanaka is a raunchy mf

a/n: for my friend alexis! she's forcing me to watch jjk so i forced her to watch hq, and she is obsessed with tanaka lol. hope you all enjoy ♡

heartbreak is never an easy thing. eyes practically swollen from all the crying you'd been doing, you can’t help but wonder where you went wrong. you really thought he was the one- he was always so nice and polite, and you felt so close to him, but your confession really brought out the ugly side. when your best friend came knocking at your front door, you jumped off the couch, walking slowly to crack the door open. tanaka stood on the porch, staring at your obviously red face coated in tear stains.

"so... he said no…?"

you couldn't bring yourself to talk... to even think straight. all you could do was stand there, tucking your head down and squeezing your arms tighter around yourself as a small sniffle breaks the silence. tanaka just stared at you, your obvious desolation, before sighing and pulling you into a hug, your arms naturally snaking around his neck like they have done so many times before.

"he doesn't deserve you,” tanaka whispers, trying to be comforting, but his own words ring with irony. you choke on your breath as your sobs start to get worse, louder and more intense.

"i'm so stupid!" you bury your face into his chest deeper. he quickly looked around the room, before shuffling towards the couch and pulling you into his lap, rocking you in an attempt to calm you down.

pulling you closer so that your head is buried against his chest, your legs naturally wrapped around his torso as tanaka reached up to brush your hair out of your face. "you're not stupid..." tanaka says sweetly as your tears dampen his shirt. 

you lean your head back to look at him while wiping your eyes. “b-but i am... i should've known, i shouldn't have told him anything, i…" your voice catches as another sob slips through your lips. "i need to just give up." you whisper with your face starting to burn deeper.

"he didn't love me, nobody loves me, i-i…" your breathing starts speeding up as you squeeze your eyes shut and start shaking your head "i can't do any of this anymore, ryu!”

tanaka just watches as you panic and cry against him, and when you yell his name, his heart jumps a bit, his eyes locking on yours. "i do,” tanaka says simply, causing your eyes to go wide. you sit against him, your arms still around his neck, but your eyes widen at his statement. did he just say what you thought he did? "i do.” tanaka whispers again softly, his hand coming up to touch your cheek.

you slowly shake your head, staring back into his eyes for a moment before squeezing them shut again. "you're just saying that because you're like a… a brother to me. it... it's not the same…”

"like a brother, huh?” his hand falls off your cheek and onto your knee, but he still doesn't let go of you. "then why do you call me by my first name?" there's a small smile at the corner of tanaka's mouth as he looks down at you.

"b-because we're close like that... you call me by my first name too…” your eyebrows furrowed as you stammer the words out. "we always have, ever since we were little-”

tanaka is quiet for once, his hand continuing to caress your knee, not letting go. “yes, we're childhood friends, but you're not treating me like a friend right now." his smile grows into a smirk as he looks down at you “i'm not complaining, but let’s be real, you're not sitting on your brother right now. i can feel your legs tight around me, and this is definitely more intimate than any brother-sister relationship.”

your body suddenly stiffens and your eyes blow wide when he mentions how you’re sitting on him, not realizing what you were doing, and it makes your heart start pounding. “i-i-i…” tanaka smiles at your reaction, almost seeming to enjoy watching it as he keeps his hand on your knee, caressing it slowly.

“you've never treated me like your brother…" he whispers, his eyes sparkling. he's so close to you and his stare is piercing. you look up at him with your eyebrows furrowed, your breathing heavy. "w-what are you talking about?”

he chuckles softly, his eyes still locked on yours as he moves his other hand to your cheek and his thumb traces your jawline. "i'm talking about how we could never be brother and sister. because brother and sister do not act like this, angel.” his face is so close to yours, his voice so quiet and low you could barely hear his words. you can't help but look away, his words are hitting harder than you thought they could. your face burns as you remember all the times you've sat on his lap, kissed his cheek, cuddled with him, and the way he looked at you after all those moments. your heart begins racing as you remember all the little things- things you thought were normal but now realize never were.

"did i really do all of that without realizing?" your voice was breathy as you whispered out to him, staring over his shoulder towards the wall behind him in an attempt to avoid his eyes. you can feel his soft breath against your cheek as he smiles down at you, his hand still on your cheek. 

tanaka looks at you again, almost relieved but there's a bit of guilt on his face as well. "you did all of that and more..." he says quietly and your heart skips a beat. more? he couldn't possibly mean it in that way… you turn your head back to face him again, your eyes wide when you hear his words.

"w-what else did i do…?"

his eyes are locked on yours yet again, his face is completely serious now. “you kissed me once..." 

the words drop like a ton of bricks and you’re suddenly frozen in place as your heart sinks, your breath caught in your throat. i did what?

"w-wait, what? when?" your eyes are bolting back and forth, unsure if you wanted to look at him or just your hands. "was it at one of those parties we went to? you know i don't remember what i do when i get drunk…”

he chuckles softly, his smile sweet and he looks like he’s enjoying watching you squirm with discomfort. "yeah, it was at one of those parties... you were really drunk,” he says softly, still smiling at you, but he looks a bit sad now. "you kissed me a few times, actually, you wouldn't leave me alone…” 

the memories suddenly begin flooding back, and you realize he’s right. at that one party you wouldn't let him go, your arms were wrapped around him and your lips glued to his all night. "i-i thought... that that was just some... weird dream i had and kept remembering..." your voice is breathy as you whisper back to him, basically frozen in place as you try to figure out how to speak normally again.

"it was real... you kissed me, a lot." he caresses your cheek slowly. "you're just so beautiful when you're drunk. it's funny, you always get really clingy with me, wanting to be close, wrapping your arms around me and kissing my neck." he chuckles some more, finding the situation adorable while you're rabidly blushing with your heart doing cartwheels.

your face burns bright red as you hurriedly tuck your face into his chest, trying to avoid his gaze. "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry-” your voice is quiet and quick as you talked against his chest.

"you're cute when you're apologizing too,” he whispers, making your skin crawl again. you can feel his laughter as he wraps both his arms around you, holding your head against him, his face still locked on yours. “why’re you apologizing? you didn't do anything wrong... you were just drunk. it was funny, you kept calling me little nicknames… you sounded a bit ridiculous.” he chuckles again as his hands run through your hair.

"oh my godddd, that's so embarrassing!" you whine out, lifting your head to look at him with a pout. "you act like that during the day though, so no picking on me.”

tanaka chuckles again, his hands not letting go of you as he looks into your eyes, his expression softening. a grin spreads across his face and you realize that he's not mad or upset, he's actually really happy. "okay... okay, i won’t pick on you. but just so you know... i did kinda like the things you said to me.”

you roll your eyes, shaking your head with a smile. "of course you did, ryu." a small laugh slipping from your lips. your giggle makes his smile grow, seeming to enjoy watching your reactions. the light of the room is so warm, his body comforting to be against. his hands running through your hair makes you feel like you could fall asleep right now in his arms.

"can i ask you a question..." he asks softly, staring down at you.

you tilt your head slightly, staring back at him with a confused expression. "what is it, tanaka?” he's quiet for a moment, his eyes staring into yours. his voice is so soft that you have to lean in closer to him so you can hear him when he finally speaks up.

"why did you think you were in love with that other dude?" he mumbles, his thumbs caressing the side of your face.

“w-well..." your voice trails off as you try to think of an answer. "i never really thought about it, to be honest... i think, because i thought that we only viewed each other as really close friends, i didn't consider my feelings about you, and he was just the next best thing.”

his lips curve into a smile as your answer comes out. “he was the next best thing? so... you never liked him?" his hands are caressing you, your hair and your waist, and his gaze is so soft, it’s hard to believe that he's the same loud and aggressive guy you know. he seems so gentle right now, his face softer. "but... what about us?”

you sit there in silence, trying to slow your breathing as you stare back at his face- you can’t keep your eyes off of his smile though. the grin grows wider as he waits for your answer, distracting you to the point where you can almost taste the butterflies in your stomach as you realize what all he’s saying. his hand comes up to your cheek again so he can touch your nose and gently tap it. "you okay? you're not answering!" he teases in the cutest voice you’ve heard from him.

your eyes lift to stare at his, breathing deeply as you begin to slowly nod your head.

he leans closer to your face until you're nose to nose, feeling his breath on yours, so close you could kiss him. his eyes are locked on yours and you feel like you're drowning, your conscience practically chanting to you-

do it, don't think about the consequences. just do what this feeling in your chest tells you to do... kiss him…

you realize you haven't said anything, your mind is trying to convince you in every way to kiss him, but the words are stuck in your throat. he gently brushes strands of hair away from your face and your eyebrows raise as he caresses the side of your neck and jaw... you want him, and he wants you, but neither of you say anything. "do you know what's going through my mind right now?" he whispers, his mouth an inch from yours.

"w-what is it, ryu?" you whisper out with a shaky breath.

"i'm thinking about how soft your skin is…” his words are slow, as if he's trying his best to pick the right words. you can feel the tension between the two of you, so close. "i'm thinking about how your mouth would taste…” he whispers, his breath hot against you. you can feel the tips of his lips on your neck as you shiver slightly. "i'm thinking about how your neck would feel on my tongue…” his voice sounds like a low growl at that moment, and it makes your heart rise to your throat. squeezing your eyes shut, you take in a deep breath before opening them back up and staring into his.

"maybe you should try it out…"

his eyes widen as you say those words, not believing you just said that. he nods slowly and you can feel his fingers grab your chin, his thumb caressing your lower lip for a moment before leaning forward and connecting his mouth with yours.

your eyes close but you can feel every movement of his lips as they explore yours, trying to memorize the feeling. he quickly breaks the kiss and looks down at you, his face burning with red with a soft smile on his lips. "godddd... you're amazing…” his eyes looking you up and down, almost in shock. "you taste nice,” he murmurs, so close you can feel his warm breath hitting your face before he leans down to kiss you again.

his lips are chapped, and he smells lightly of sweat, probably because he was working out before he immediately came running to your house. but at that moment, it was perfect. you smile against his lips, kissing him back as your body melts in his hold.

tongue meeting his as it slips into your mouth, a wave of butterflies rush through your stomach, and you can’t help but whimper. it’s almost like you were made for each other. your hands move to wrap around his neck and pull him closer as you deepen the kiss. it feels like time’s stopped before he finally pulls away, your body is still wrapped around his, and he looks deep into your eyes with a smile. "you're so soft..." he whispers, his hand running through your hair. a small moan slips from your mouth against his lips, and your eyes fly open in embarrassment as you yank your head back.

tanaka smiles softly and pulls you back in for another kiss. your lips mold to his, your arms are holding him as tight as possible, your legs are still wrapped around him as he pulls you further into his lap, feeling his fingers run across your thighs, his hands gently caressing you and sending shivers down your spine that makes you start to moan again. your eyes ease closed once more, enjoying the new sensations as his lips break away from you.

“you're so hot,” he whispers with a breathy voice.

you whimper lightly with a pout, staring back into his eyes. “why do you talk like that, ryu?” you ask, your face starting to blush.

"you're making me do it... look at how hot you look in my lap.” he chuckles softly, his eyes staring at your legs wrapped around him. "you're so beautiful.”

the heat is increasing, and you feel so flushed all over- all you can see is him, all you can hear is him, you cannot feel anything else but him and it's driving you crazy. "i want you so bad,” he whispers, the words easily slipping from his lips. your legs grip tighter around his waist, pulling you closer as his fingers start to travel your skin. you can't help the loud moan spilling from your lips when you hear his words, skin burning under his touch. he lets out a quiet groan, his hands traveling up your thigh as you start to squirm atop him. your body feels like it’s on fire, his lips glued to your neck.

"so hot... so hot…” he whispers, his tongue lightly licking the skin of your neck. the sensation is enough to make you whimper as you feel his hands sliding down your body.

his hands suddenly grip your hips, pressing them down and pulling them towards him, then slowly pushing them back. with his mouth attached to your neck, he aids you in grinding against his lap, back and forth as whines spill from your mouth at the hot feeling. you can feel him pulsing in his pants as he looks at you, his breath hot against your neck while he bites lightly and pushes his hips towards you again. "just take them off, baby.” he whispers, his voice low and husky, his words punctuated with moans.

"r-ryu? w-wha..." his words catch you by surprise, and your heartbeat starts racing when you realize what he said. your eyes are closed, and you want to open them and look at him, but you're too embarrassed.

"you heard me,” he whispers back. "i just... wanna suck on them..." his voice sounds needy as he starts kissing and licking your neck again, his hands sliding up your shirt and you can feel his warm fingers teasing your skin. he pauses for a moment to watch you, smiling at you grinding on him as his hands rub your body.

your hips stutter and stop moving, breath panting as you realize what he just said. slowly opening your eyes to stare back at him in soft shock, nod your head slightly, and shyly lift your arms.

you can’t help but notice the happiness in his eyes when he sees your response, and begin to feel his hands caressing you. one hand pets at your body while the other gently tugs on the hem of your shirt, trying to lift it. you can feel your heart beating up into your throat as he pulls the shirt over your head, leaving you sitting in only your bra, his gaze now completely locked on you. his fingers begin to gently brush against the exposed skin of your breast, and he looks hungry.

he hums again, licking his lips while his eyes are glued to your chest, on the verge of drooling. "i wanna kiss them.” he whispers, lips almost hovering over your bra, biting his lip almost in a teasing way. he’s enjoying himself so much, while your body feels like it’s on fire and your breath is becoming ragged. suddenly, his lips lower on your breast.

you can’t help the small whimpers that escape your mouth when his lips attach to your skin, legs tightening their grip around his hips as your body shivers under his touch. “ryu!”

voice sounding so cute and sexy in his ears, he can’t help but enjoy every second of this. you start to squirm violently in his lap, but he’s strong enough to keep you in place, his lips hungry and your legs squeezing tighter around him. tanaka lets out a muffled moan as he starts kissing and licking your chest, sucking marks into your skin while his face feels like it’s burning. his fingers travel up your stomach and tease under your bra strap, hands mapping the curves of your body, making your breath catch in your throat.

"if i'm gonna do this, then i won’t stop until i've kissed every… single… part of you…”

a long whine slips from your mouth as you feel tanaka's calloused fingers pull your bra up and over your head, removing it as he leans back to stare with a smirk. it makes a bright blush spread across your skin as you try to turn and hide your face. "r-ryu? y-you're staring…”

his eyes are glued to your chest, drinking you in like you’re some sort of heaven-sent deity. your chest is completely bare, so vulnerable, and he's making it more obvious with his eyes. "you have the most perfect tits…” he whispers, his voice shaking. he's staring obsessively, his mouth forming a tiny smirk at his words while caressing your left breast softly with his fingers, his gaze is transfixed on it. "your body is so beautiful.”

your legs tighten around his waist, squirming in his lap when you hear what he said. "don't say that!" you whimper, embarrassed by his words and touches.

"am i not allowed to say that you have hot tits?" he asks with a smirk. he leans forward and licks across your chest, biting down on your nipple. it causes a sharp pain that makes you stiffen and yelp from shock, but the sensation eases and quickly changes to tingles of pleasure. his jaw drops slightly when he hears the whine slip from your lips, but he doesn't pull away, his eyes staring like a hawk, gaze completely locked on you and your body.

the bite has your mind racing, and when you squeeze your legs harder around his waist, you can feel his bulge stiffening underneath your ass. it makes you freeze and a deep blush spreads across your skin, looking back into his eyes.

tanaka’s breath grows heavier, and you can feel his heart pounding against your chest. you feel so close to him... you want more of him. he lets out a long groan as his head rolls back and grabs your legs, pressing you down and pulling you closer to him so you rub against his clothed cock. you feel him pressing up against you through the clothes, all you can see in his eyes is lust.

"d-do you wanna...?" you whisper out with a shaky voice, your face burning red in embarrassment at the fact you just said that out loud.

he looks as if he's trying not to jump atop you the second that question leaves your mouth, struggling to form solid words. he nods slowly but you can tell from his wide eyes that he wants you. “so… so bad…” he murmurs, voice so low. his cheeks are slightly darkened from your words, and a smirk grows on his face as he nods at you.

"i've wanted to since the day i met you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and demeanor soft. he leans into you again, right hand moving up your back as your legs squeeze around his waist once again, his breathing is uneven and heart pounding.

"you do realize that we met in grade school, tanaka... that implies you've wanted to sleep with me since we were kids.” a small grin spreads across your face, trying to break the awkward tension.

his eyes go wide for a second, but he just shrugs. "well... i might've had thoughts back then,” he says with a teasing smirk. it makes you realize how different he is with just you- soft and funny. when he's playing volleyball, he's so loud and aggressive, but when he's like this, he's almost calm and endearing. he keeps his smile and his voice softens as he speaks again. "you know what i meant, baby. you're just so pretty…”

"tanaka... we were seven,” you respond with a giggle.

"i know,” he chuckles softly, resting his head on your chest. "you had a bit of baby fat back then but... i thought it was kinda cute, honestly." he pauses, "you still have some, but it's all in the right places so you don't need to worry, my little angel.” his voice is as soft as it can get, his fingertips drawing small circles across the valley of your breasts.

a smile creeps on your face as you lean in towards him, pressing a small kiss on his lips while your fingers creep under the hem of his shirt, tugging at it in an attempt to pull it up. with a light grin on his face and his stomach exposed, he sighs with a smile. "you're that eager to start already?" he chuckles, his eyes staring at your hands as they grab at the fabric. the abs covering his stomach flex with his heavy breathing, and you can’t help but giggle back at him.

"you're the one that's been biting my tits, haven't you?" you say with a small smirk, teasing him back. he lets out a low groan that sounds almost animalistic, staring with such hunger in his eyes that you can’t help but feel exposed and vulnerable.

“y-yep,” he says slowly, the grin on his blushing face quivering while he tries his best to hold back more sounds coming out of him. "they look... really nice..." he pauses, "i didn't know you were going to look that hot.” tanaka’s words sound so genuine, yet you can’t help but feel flustered when he speaks about your body. "should i keep going?" he asks, his voice quiet and laced with lust. you feel his teeth on your neck as he leans in and whispers to you.

"if i keep going, then i'm going all the way..." his tone sounds almost threatening, making a small shiver run down your spine. staring back into his grey eyes, you take a deep breath and roll your hips hard against his lap.

"do it..."

your words drive him crazy, and he can’t hold back a long moan as he lets out a deep sigh. "that's really naughty,” he comments in a low voice as he pulls you closer to himself, his mouth attaching to your neck as his hands finally slide down past your tummy. he starts gently rubbing you through the fabric of your jeans, palming and stroking at your heat. 

squirming in his lap as you feel him toying with the button of your jeans, your face suddenly flushes bright red. "d-don't stare at them... i had just grabbed the first set from the top of my drawer today, and i didn't think that something like this would be happening, and-" your rambling was quickly cut off when you felt his fingers grip at the top of your panties.

"i'm gonna stare as much as i want to, little minx.” he teases, his voice raspy and filled with lust. tanaka looks up at you and your blushing face, chuckling softly, but he can’t help but stare as he pulls down your jeans. "jesus..." he mumbles under his breath, almost speechless as he sees the material on your skin. 

tiny. lace. black.

"well... hello.” his voice shifts, deeper and his tone becoming serious. you feel his fingers teasing you for a moment before he moves his hands away from your panties and starts toying with the waistband. "you picked a good pair,” he whispers with a smirk as he pulls the zipper down. you feel your cheeks burning as his hands skim your thighs, squeezing your legs around his waist tighter, feeling yourself getting wet under his touch.

"don't move your legs again,” he growls when his fingers begin to work quickly removing your jeans. tanaka suddenly flips you around, pushing your back into the couch cushion, leaving you staring up at him with wide eyes. he's breathing harder than before as he pulls them down, leaving your legs bare. the sight of your skin makes him gulp, and he lets out a small moan as his eyes become glued to your body. chills run across your skin as you lay under him, your breathing heavy, left in only the tiny panties.

you're completely vulnerable under this hot guy who's looking at you like you're the most edible thing in the world; your body flush with him, feeling his weight atop you, and you can’t help but squirm.

"thought i told you not to move your legs again.” 

if he could make a sound to match the lust behind those words, it'd be a low, animalistic snarl- in this moment, he's a predator, and you’re his prey. he nips your neck once again while he removes his shirt, his lips leaving love bites all over you. when the shirt is off his chest he looks down on you again, his expression fierce and his gaze ravenous. tanaka reaches out and grabs the sides of your panties, pulling the elastic and snapping it back onto your skin with a sharp sting. he stops for a second and takes in the sight of your body, legs bare and your breasts laying out for his viewing. "god... you're so... perfect..." his voice is hoarse and filled with desire, his eyes glued on you.

you subconsciously squeeze your legs together when you hear his words, suddenly embarrassed at the state you’re in. "c-can you take off your pants too?" you whisper back shyly.

a soft moan slips from his mouth and his eyes look down at you when he feels your legs squeeze together, biting his lip again as he can’t take his eyes off you. his expression is full of lust and his gaze is transfixed on your body, the way he looks at you is feral, but it’s like he can’t help himself, unbuttoning his pants almost immediately. 

"i guess since you're so bold i can return the favor…” tanaka’s breathing is heavy as he starts to slowly pull off his pants. he stops after his pants have just past his hips, giving you a small, teasing smile as he looks at you, eyes focused on yours. his gaze is almost predatory, but you know he’s not gonna hurt you. in one swift motion he yanks his pants down and your body shivers at the sight. you've seen boys’ bodies before, but this feels… different.

"you like?” all that's left is the pair of thin grey boxers that are tightly wrapped around his waist, and he can’t help but groan when he sees your reaction. his eyes are on you once again and it looks like he’s about to pounce. "you're such a dirty little thing,” he whispers in a soft tone, the words making your cheeks flush. "look at your panties.”

when he says that, you can’t help but notice how it feels. your panties, visibly damp, a small squelch audible when you shift your thighs in embarrassment. "i- i…" you can’t even form a full sentence. he smiles and leans forward, your cheeks flushed as he smirks.

"you're wet…”

"did i do that to you?" voice teasing with a playful smile, lowering his hands to your thighs. "you're so naughty for me…” his voice is like a purr, coming from deep in his chest. everything about him is so hot- from the voice, to his appearance, to the way all of it is making you feel in that moment.

he licks his lips as he looks at you, starting to pull those panties off your legs. a small gasp leaves your lips once he pulls them lower, chills running across your body when he bends to kiss your thighs gently. the feeling of his lips on your skin is incredible and he seems to be savoring every second of it. his hands travel up your legs towards your pussy, sliding a finger through your folds and moaning when he pulls it away.

“fuckkk… you are so wet,” he says in a quiet voice, gazing up at you from between your legs. his words make your muscles clench and legs squirm as you feel his breath on your skin.

"y-your turn... you need to t-take yours off too-" your voice is shaky as you stutter and struggle to respond, feeling almost overwhelmed already. he looks up at you and the look in his eyes makes you shiver once again, his mouth traveling further up your thighs.

he chuckles and shakes his head, "only if you ask me nicely.” his hands slide down your hips and he starts to grip your legs, the feeling making your pussy clench as he looks back down on you with a smirk.

"please, ryunosuke…” you whisper lightly, panting lightly and staring back at him with babydoll eyes.

"i like it when you say my name,” he says in a breathy voice as he slowly pulls your legs apart, his hand traveling up your thigh. you see those sharp, hawk-like eyes at you as he lets go of your legs and caresses your body, mouth close to your skin and growling as he moves a hand to tease your clit while the other pinches your nipple. he looks up at your face, the whimpers he hears from you making his smile bigger.

"you are so adorable…” he whispers in a lusty tone, his hands pulling away from your skin as he slowly stands. pulling his boxers down, you finally understood what your other friends meant when they gossiped about “breeder balls”, because tanaka looked like the walking definition of that. heavy, swollen, and hanging, it makes your pussy subconsciously drip at the sight; now you're the one looking awestruck. he pauses for a second when he realizes that you're just staring at him, your eyes glued to his skin, studying and trying to memorize his body- his flexed abs, chiseled biceps, the faintest trail of dark hair leading from his tummy to his cock. his legs are muscular and athletic, and when he leans down, his knees hit the edge of the couch so that his legs are situated between yours. 

still in a trance, he lifts one of your legs and kisses your inner thigh again, making your breathing shallow. pulling you closer to him, your body now pressing against his with nothing covering, he bites your neck and sighs, "oh god... you're so sensitive right now…” his voice is hoarse, the feeling of his teeth biting into your tender neck making you squirm again. as he leans over you, his body pressing onto yours, you can feel him start to rut against your tummy while he nibbles your neck. the feeling is overwhelming, making you whimper and whine in response.

"r-ryu... please!”

"be careful what you wish for angel, it's hard for me not to get turned on when you're so demure about this…” his voice is hoarse, hand reaching to the small of your back as he pulls you up towards him, his face filled with desire. “now, ask if i want you.” there's hunger in his eyes as he stares at you.

"d-do you w-want me, ryunosuke?” your voice comes out in a small whimper, stuttering as you try to compose yourself enough to think past his distracting touches. your words make him stop in his tracks and he looks at you with the biggest smile on his face, like a child. "mhm... i love it when you talk like that."

tanaka’s body is practically throbbing with the amount of lust that's radiating from him, lifting his head as he pulls your waist closer, your bodies pressed together as he kisses your neck repeatedly, leaving a litter of marks across your skin. the feeling is almost overpowering- his movements are rough, biting and kissing your neck with a force that makes you moan and whine and feel like your entire body is vibrating. he lifts one of your legs and pulls it around his hip, rubbing your thigh and rocking his hips back and forth against it. your body can't help but squirm and shiver from his touches, it feels too good and you don’t want him to stop, but you know he wants to do more…

the feeling was building up, to the point where you feel like you’re going insane under his hands.

"in..." you manage to whisper out between shaking pants. his eyes snap up to your face when he hears that, smiling back and responding with a voice full of lust.

"yes, baby?" his tongue flattens and drags up your neck towards your jaw, the tip of his nose touching your cheek. "say it louder this time, my little angel.” his voice is deep and hoarse, breathing heavily, and the only words you can understand are "my little angel" because in this moment, that's what you are to him.

you feel him push you as far back into the couch as possible, your body pinned under his weight. his hands squeeze your hips and your legs wrap around him tightly without a second thought. voice sounding closer to loud whines as you squirm under his touch, you can’t help but whimper in want for him to do more.

"please ryu... in."

"oh god, you really are so naughty.” his tone is a low groan as he hears your pleas, smiling down at you, almost making you feel lightheaded. "what'd you say you want?" he whispers, his breath is heavy as he stares at your face. you feel his body quiver, and he seems nervous for the first time, but he looks so excited when he speaks again. “again… say it again, baby.”

you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, trying to pull him closer as you whine louder for him. "ryunosuke! in!”

the way your body is shaking and how your face is flushed red makes it all the more desirable for him, leaning forward to catch your mouth with his again, kissing you slowly.

he pulls away from the kiss and your eyes meet in such an intimate moment, breathless as his gaze looks intense, hungry. his eyes glow with pure desire as you squeeze your legs around him, his hands gripping hard onto your hips.

"good girl,” he whispers to you as he leans in again, burying his nose into your neck. you feel his tongue running up to your ear before he lets out a deep breath, reaching downward and gripping his cock. tapping the head against your clit, he positions himself, finally doing what you both had been imagining for years.

"i love you, my little angel.”

his eyes squeeze shut and he lets out a loud groan as he pushes in, his body shuddering when he feels how tight you are. tanaka attacks your lips with his, kissing you deeply while pressing the both of you further into the couch cushions. when your eyes flutter back open, you’re met with the image of him leaning over you, his mouth in a snarl and eyes in deep focus of your body. everything feels so intense, your breathing turning heavy and every cell in your body pulsing from the feeling. his body presses harder into yours as he slides deeper and deeper, until he’s able to fully push against the base.

"fuck... i can't tell you how long i've waited for this…” his breathing is heavy as he starts to slowly pull back, and for a second you think that he’s going to be gentle- but this is tanaka you’re with. he snaps his hips back towards you, hard, drilling deep in a thrust that makes you cry out. hearing the sound makes his eyes roll back with a long moan, his hips moving so fast that the couch shifts.

your breath is shaking and your body quivers as he pounds in, the movements making your teeth clench and eyes squeeze shut. "g-god... how are you like this?”

he definitely wasn't holding back…

"because i'm finally getting you all to myself, baby..." his voice is hoarse and he still seems nervous, but he’s loving every second of this situation. his eyes are fixated on you, fingers gripping your hips tight as he drops his head back to your neck and you feel his teeth nibble on the sensitive skin.

you can’t help but moan and whimper from his movements, feeling like your body is disconnected and you’re dreaming. "r-ryu..." your voice sounds almost drunk on the feeling, begging him for more.

the movement doesn't stop and he stares down at you with this look of excitement and lust, his eyes telling how important you are to him. he keeps thrusting his cock deep in you, his lips glued onto your neck, leaving small hickeys all over the exposed skin. something about seeing you so deep in pleasure makes his body practically vibrate as he stares down at you, watching your eyes roll back as you whine like a baby. this is a side of you he's never seen before, and he can't stop himself now that he has it.

"god, you're so cute,” he growls in a low tone, grabbing onto your chin and biting behind your earlobe once more. your legs wrap around his lower back, hands running across anything you can reach as your nails drag, clawing into his shoulder blades and leaving small trails of red across his skin. the thrusts are gradually going faster and faster, and he’s whispering dirty things into your ear, making you feel like your body is melting. you can feel your tongue lolling out of your panting mouth as you fling your head back, and you're making loud noises that you've never made before, but you just don't care anymore. you just want to be his.

"h-h-harder..." your voice is coming out in shaky pants, unable to control yourself at that point. “r-ryu..." you whimper, eyes squeezing shut, “m-more.”

"oh, i’m not even started yet, baby.” the voice is low and fierce when you ask him for more, a devilish grin spreading his face as he chuckles. he seems completely different when it comes to this, like an animal in heat. this side of him seems like one you'll never see outside of the house, and yet you can't help but love it this way. he puts even more force, thrusting deeper as his hands slide up your thighs with a moan slipping from his mouth. "you love it, huh?" 

there's no way you're going to answer him, your body has taken over the conversation for you with all the whining moans and squirming you can’t avoid doing. everything is so overwhelming, but at the same time, it's the best thing you've ever felt in your entire life. he makes you feel like you're exploding, your body sensitive to everything and he's only increasing it all. he starts to speak again but the words make no sense to your ears. there’s only one feeling that's overwhelming it all- pleasure.

your whole body is writhing and your back arches up, moaning with your fingernails digging into his back to the point where you’re convinced he’ll have scars later. the feeling that you're experiencing right now is the best thing you've ever felt. "close, ryu- close!" your voice is breathy, squirming in his hold. you can't help it anymore, feeling disconnected from your body and able to tell you’re about to finish.

his breathing is even heavier, his tone satire when he chuckles at you. "do you want me to slow down?" the way his voice sounds is almost too much for you to handle- it's so deep and his voice still has that slight edge to it that makes your body melt. "i didn't think you’d want me to stop... right?”

your eyes fly open with a look of panic. "no! no no no, please don't!" you bawl out. the whines sound so submissive but you can't escape this feeling- it’s overwhelming and you feel so pathetic, almost begging for him- and he loves what he's hearing.

tanaka chuckles, his laugh sending chills straight down your back. “i think i’ll keep going then,” he teases, and it’s hard to even understand what exactly he's saying over how much the couch is squeaking from his strong thrusts. you can't speak at that moment, your body so deep in its own world that you can barely even think, going into shock from the amount of pleasure you're feeling. his body is moving at such a fast pace, his big swollen balls smacking into the skin of your ass, and the only you can do is hold onto him. "fuckkk... you're choking my cock-” 

all you hear in your ears is him moaning and groaning, and you feel so light, like you're not even on the couch anymore. your body feels like it's being electrocuted, tensing up and shaking as you let out a shriek. “ryu!” your pussy clenches around his length, gushing and spraying onto his pelvis with a long cry.

"oh god, did you just-” you can hear his breath getting even heavier than before as his eyes widen. you nod your head, shivering as your body comes down from its high. “that's so cute…” his fast movements definitely don't help you to calm down much though, and you can't help but continue to pant with your eyes squeezed tightly.

"hold on, little angel,” he whispers with a smile, starting to move even faster. his hips roll back and forth, every movement bringing you closer and closer to another orgasm. you feel him grab your hips tightly, wanting you to feel every movement as he pounds into you, and he’s definitely not slowing down. body still quivering, it feels like your muscles have turned into jello, your nails clawing into the back of his neck holding on for dear life.

you’re squirming like a child, and when you try to speak up, your voice comes out in small whimpers. “r-r-ryu?"

“what’s up, baby?" he asks with a panting voice between deep thrusts, his movements not stopping. “what’s wrong?”

“i-i..." you can't help but stutter, skin flushed in embarrassment as you try to hide your face in your shoulder. “can you touch me d-down there?” 

it’s such a small question, something that tanaka wouldn’t think twice about considering you’re already past that point, but your sheepish reaction makes him melt. he stares at you as he bites his lip, eyes wide when the words slowly sink in with him. "oh my god, i’m… if you want me to..." his voice becomes hoarse as his words trail off, a blush spreading across his face. it’s almost like he can't believe what you just said, but he can't control his happiness.

“why are you so cute?" he whispers, a smile creeping back across his cheeks and his face gleaming with excitement. your breath is shaky from what you just asked, but you know it’s what you want.

“please, ryu.”

"geez, i can't believe you said that… you’re making me crazy.” his body continues rocking back and forth, his breaths becoming even more frantic as he stares at you, reaching a hand to cup your mound. sliding one of his long fingers down, he swipes until he finds your clit, suddenly putting pressure on it and rubbing in quick circles. you start shaking even more than before, and it's like your entire body is going insane- you feel your muscles tense up all at once, your gummy walls compressing around his cock, making him moan louder than before. you bite your lip harshly as your body begins tensing, becoming even more sensitive from the pleasure he’s giving you.

the smile on his face never disappears but his skin starts flushing as that excitement turns into overstimulation. "fuck... angel, i'm so close…” hoarse groans slip from his mouth, his movements becoming even quicker while your legs wrap around his waist like a pair of snakes.

you reach up quickly, arching your back and pulling him down to kiss you. your nails scrape down his back as you moan in his mouth, eyes squeezing tight to hide how overwhelmed you’re becoming.

tanaka lets out a deep growl as his mouth meets yours, trying to mimic your exact movements, but he can't stop himself from moaning. you can feel his body shaking, his lips attacking yours, tongues clashing sloppily, and it's like he can't get enough of you.

his tongue moves around your mouth, licking and mapping every inch of your lips, breathing deep and hard, whispering out between pants.

“you’re… so… hot…”

his movements are getting more and more intense- his dick ramming into the back of your walls, his heavy sack hitting the fat of your ass while his fingers abuse your clit- and you can't help but pull your mouth away from his and let out a long, loud cry as your body begins to shake, pussy squeezing tightly around him.

“fuckfuckfuck-” tanaka’s voice is hoarse and high-pitched, and he seems so shocked by your sudden reaction. you can tell by the way his body moves that he's on edge, thrusting faster and faster. "you can't do this to me, baby!”

you feel his whole body trembling at this point, grabbing your hips tight and gripping so hard you’re convinced there’ll be indentions in the morning. he doesn't speak anything else but your name, his voice sounding almost like he's crying, and you can tell he’s trying to hold on for as long as he can, but there's no stopping the feeling of bliss rolling over him. "a...angel... i... i'm..." his voice cuts off a bit and you hear him biting the words back between clenched teeth, trying to hold back longer.

"hnnng..." his groan sounds gruff and pinched as he finally gives in to his need, letting out a sharp moan of pleasure as everything in him crashes. his whole body tenses up and his face is flushed. "ah... aahh…” his eyes are clenched shut and his face is contorting a bit, squeezing your thigh so tight, it makes your muscles shake like crazy.

tanaka lets out an animalistic growl as his body shudders at the intense release. you can feel him pulsing in you, his cock twitching as he pumps your pussy full of his cum. he suddenly pulls you even closer to him, as close as he can get to your burning skin, and all of the feelings are overwhelming your entire body. you both feel it at the same time- something like a shockwave, everything in your bodies exploding and the sensation you're feeling is too much to handle. 

he eventually pulls himself out slowly, and lets out a loud moan as he looks down, his hand gripping tighter on your thigh. “wow…” you glance down in confusion to see what he's so mesmerized about, and find his cum spilling out of your pussy, dripping slowly onto the couch below.

“h-holy…”

his eyes are glued to the intimate sight below, still breathing heavily even though he's caught his breath. “i just... fuck…” he bites his lip and looks back at you, struggling to speak because he's so stunned.

"that's really hot..." tanaka seems a little shy as he smiles nervously, laughing a little under his breath, “that... that’s a lot!" his expression switches quickly, and he now almost looks proud of himself. as you raise your eyes to look up at him, you can't help but smile back at his reaction.

“you’re such a dork, ryu..." you whisper out, shaking your head with a small giggle.

"a dork..?” he pouts at you. "i thought i did pretty good there…" his eyes flicker between you and the mess on the couch before slowly moving his focus back to you. you're still stuck in your moment of bliss, your smile so adorable in his eyes. “how about a shower?”

your smile widens as you stare back at him, raising your arms to grab at him. “you gotta carry meee,” you tease back to him.

"oh you're asking for it.” he grins and leans in, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up like a princess. you cling to his neck tightly as he stands from the couch, giving you a small kiss on your nose with a wink.

“deal.”

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a/n: debating what i wanna post next, i basically have 3 different things in the "planning/lightly started" category- a one shot and two that are multi chapter fics. i had tried to plan one of them to be a one shot as well, but when i started i realized it would have to be longer to fully finish the story to what i want it to be :P so idk, leave comments, thoughts, etc. on it lol

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Pls do one where The reader is like chubby and self conscience about her stomach and miguel convinces her that its okay and like fucks her 😋

I may have gotten carried away lol

Word Count: 1205

NSFW below the cut.

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"Amor," Miguel called from the bed, "c'mere."

You ignored him, staring at yourself in the full-length mirror in your bedroom. You frowned, poking and prodding at your stomach, grabbing the soft skin in your hands and squeezing.

You hated it. You hated the plumpness of your body, the roundness of your hips, the thickness of your thighs.

Something about the day made you more self-conscious than usual, your eyes searching for every detail of your body to detest.

"Hey," Miguel called out again, "you coming or what?" You didn't turn around to acknowledge him, choosing to look at him through the mirror. His thick brows were raised, and his body relaxed as he lay comfortably on your bed with nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. He patted the empty space beside him, ready for the movie night you promised him.

“¿Qué te pasa, hm?" He stood, stretching his limbs before padding over to stand behind you, pressing his chiseled body against your back. His hands fell on your shoulders as he towered over you. You couldn't see his face, the mirror not long enough to reveal anything above the middle of his chest. 

You leaned back against his warmth, feeling tears prick your eyes. You couldn't really explain where all these emotions were coming from. You felt ugly, even more so with Miguel's perfect form standing behind you. 

His large hand skimmed your chest, fingers dancing over your collarbone and up your neck, gripping it gently before tipping your chin up, forcing you to look up at him. Your watery eyes met his determined ones, and he could see the uncertainty within. 

"¿Qué pasó, amor?" He asked again, stroking the delicate skin of your throat. You sniffled, a few traitorous tears slipping down the sides of your face. 

You hated crying—and over something so trivial, too. You felt ridiculous, ripping yourself from his grip to furiously wipe your face free of the salty streaks. 

"You gonna talk to me?" He pursed his lips, arms now crossed over his broad chest. 

"Look at me, Miguel!" You cried, pointing at the mirror with an open hand. He grunted, bending down comically to be at your level, gazing at you through the mirror.

"What am I supposed to be seeing?" He asked, his eyes raking over your form. You were in your sports bra and panties, skin bare and glowing from your recent shower. 

"Ugh!" You dropped your face in your hands, almost in hysterics. Your words were muffled, and Miguel sucked his teeth, standing to his full height again, yanking your hands away from your face. 

"Hablame claro." 

You sighed, biting your lip. Your hands went back to your stomach and down the sides of your hips, sniffling. “Look at me,” you repeated softly, your fingers pressing into your skin, “I look…”

“Beautiful?” Miguel offered, pulling you flush against his chest again, wrapping his arms around you. You scoffed, turning your head away when he tried to place a kiss on your temple. “Hey, basta,” he warned, pinching the meat of your thigh. You yelped, slapping his hand away.

“But, my stomach,” you continued, almost whining, more tears beading at the corners of your eyes.

“What about it?” Miguel tightened his hold on you, one of his hands laying over the plumpness of your abdomen. He brushed his thumb back and forth over your soft skin, finally able to place a kiss on your temple like he’d been wanting to. Your shoulders sagged and you looked away from your reflection, laying your cheek against the warm skin of his arm.

Miguel wrapped his fingers around your jaw, forcing you to look back toward the mirror.

“Look at you,” he whispered, holding you close, “look at how beautiful you are. Hermosa.” His hands moved down the sides, gently groping along the way, “And all this for me, hm?” One of his hands snaked down your front and past the waistband of your panties. With two skillful fingers, he parts your lips, swirling them against your clit before swiping down toward your entrance. He tapped his fingers there, once, then twice, before slipping them inside.

“M-Miguel,” your voice hitched, hands gripping his forearms. You whined when he began thrusting his fingers, holding your squirming form by your stomach, “w-wait, what are you—”

“Showing you how beautiful you are,” he growled, spreading your juices over your clit and your lips, “Look at yourself, look how fucking beautiful you look like this,” again he forced your head to face the mirror, “abre los ojos, amor.” 

By that point you had your eyes screwed shut, but he repeated his command, and you opened your blurry eyes, focusing them on your face, flushed and with a sheen of sweat. Your panties had a large wet spot from Miguel working you, his hand digging deep into the meat of your belly, gripping you firmly as he worked to bring you pleasure. 

“Mira,” he marveled at you, watching your body move against his fingers, grinding your hips as he circled your clit, “you see what I see?” You whimpered when he shoved his thick fingers inside you again, moaning as you threw your head back.

“Uh-uh,” Miguel chastised, “don’t you dare look away, keep looking—mhm, that’s it, feels good, right?”

“M-mhm.” You were mewling now, Miguel’s fingers stretching you deliciously. Your eyes were glued to the mirror, and you watched his hand move under your panties, noting how the wet splotch grew larger, your slick spreading between your thighs. You looked so good in Miguel’s hands, your body seemingly made just for him to hold and play with. You felt his length pressed against your ass, large and hot, ready for attention. That aroused you more than anything, knowing that he enjoyed you just the way you are. 

He was going faster now, an unrelenting pace that had moan after moan pulled from your throat, until finally, you released a moan that informed Miguel you were coming undone, and seconds later, you were gushing all over his fingers and palm. 

“Damn, mama, never made you do that before, huh?” Miguel chuckled, smooching your sweat-slicked hair. 

“Huh?” You pant, finally dragging your eyes away from your reflection in favor of glancing down between your legs. You were absolutely soaked. Your panties were soaked through, your juices running down your trembling thighs. That’s never happened before. 

Miguel pulled out his hand from between your heated legs. He was coated with your slick up to the wrist, his digits and palm shiny with it. 

“You’re a squirter,” he grinned when you attempted to elbow him in the stomach, “that’s my girl.” 

He released you, using his dry hand to pull down his briefs while the other coated his cock with your slick. He pumped himself a few times, pulling back the skin to reveal his large tip, weeping with anticipation. 

“You ready for me?” He muttered with a tilt of his head, eyes heavy with arousal. 

You attempted to get on the bed but he stopped you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against his chest once again. 

“Not the bed,” he said hotly, “in front of the mirror. I want you to watch.”

....

Amor- Love

Qué te pasa- What's the matter

Qué pasó- What happened

Hablame claro- Speak clearly

Basta- Stop it

Hermosa- Beautiful

Abre los ojos- Open your eyes

Mira- Look

[fatkish]

If you’re up too it can you write some mitsuri x

Obanai x reader with maybe a chubby reader ^^!! If not ignore this wish you well

Mitsuri & Obanai x Chubby Reader

Insecurities

(Trigger warning: self deprecation, self body shaming, negative self talk/image. [this is mostly my thoughts that I’ve had towards myself and based on my experience])

You had always been insecure about your body. Compared to Mitsuri and Obanai, you felt ashamed of yourself. You never ate as much as Mitsuri but you ate more than Obanai. You hadn’t always been chubby. You remembered that you were skinny as a child, so much so you were called a twig. You don’t really know what changed, but eventually you found yourself having gained weight. Originally you struggled to maintain a healthy weight and now it seemed like no matter what you did, you couldn’t get rid of your fat.

You couldn’t even look yourself in the mirror. You hated yourself. You made sure to hide this from Mitsuri and Obanai. You don’t know what they see in you. Maybe they only want you around because…. Because why? Why are you here. Both Mitsuri and Obanai are so pretty and they make such a beautiful couple, they’re both strong, but where do you fit in? What could you possibly do for them that they can’t already do? You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t even be aliv… tears. You’re crying. You hate yourself so much, you cover your eyes and sob.

Unknown to you, Obanai stood outside the room, listening to your sobs. Mitsuri had been coming around the corner and was about to greet him when he turned to her with a finger over where his mouth was, his other hand pointing at the door. Mitsuri walked over and heard your sobs. With tears in her own eyes she covered her mouth and looked at Obanai. “You stupid, fucking pig! Look at yourself, you might as well have a curly tail cause you’re fat like a goddamn pig…. I’m so fucking ugly” they heard you say to yourself. Obanai had a look of shock and Mitsuri one of horror.

“I shouldn’t even be alive! Why the hell am I even alive” You yelled as you sobbed, not aware of the two people listening. Mitsuri couldn’t take it anymore and ran into the room and wrapped her arms around you. “Wahhh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you felt this way! I’m so sorry, please don’t say such things, they hurt my heart!” Mitsuri wailed as she hugged you.

“Mitsuri is right. You shouldn’t say such horrible things about yourself. You want to know why you’re alive? You’re alive because we love you. You’re the one thing we know will always be here for us. Mitsuri and I could die at any time fighting demons, but knowing that you’re here, that we have such a wonderful person at home waiting for us. It makes us fight that much harder to come home.” Obanai said as he sat down beside you and rubbed your back.

“Obanai’s right! We absolutely love you and you’re the one constant in our lives that we can depend on. You take such good care of us, you always cook me such yummy food! How could we ever not love you?” Mitsuri cried as she squeezed you tight.

You wiped your eyes and looked at them. They both looked at you with such love filled eyes. They truly adored you. “Why didn’t you tell us you were feeling this way?” Mitsuri asked. “I didn’t want to be a burden on you guys, you both risk your lives and my worries are selfish compared to what you guys see and deal with” you replied. “Nonsense, you’re feelings are important to us, don’t you dare ever hold them back from us. If something is bothering you, tell us.” Obanai demanded. He wiped the tears from your eyes and looked at you so softly. “We love you, don’t you dare ever question it, understand?” He looked you straight in the eye. “Yes” you replied.

Obanai grabbed your hand and held it to his mouth before giving it a gentle kiss through his bandages. “You’re ours, understand. It’s our job to take care of you, just as it is your job to care for us, if I see you trying to hide your feelings from us again there will be consequences understand?” Obanai threatened. “What kind of consequences?” You asked. Mitsuri smiled and hugged you as Obanai blushed as his face turned red. “We-we’ll make you love yourself, we’ll force you to be kind to yourself!” Mitsuri cheered. “And if that doesn’t work, we’ll force you to endure endless pleasure until you learn to be kind to yourself.” Obanai threatened.

You smiled and hugged them both, “I love you both so much. Thank you” you thanked them as they hugged you back. “Now c’mon. Let’s go make dinner. I’m so hungry and food always makes me feel better!” Mitsuri tugged you with her and led you towards the kitchen as Obanai followed. You smiled and held Mitsuri’s hand. You feel so loved, they love you so much, guess you are worth something after all. Why else would you be loved so deeply by these guys.

[arilevenatz]

Chasing Shadows - TEASER

Pairing: popular guy!yeosang x chubby!fem!reader

Genre: Angst (?), fluff

Word count: 582

Posted! Click here to read chasing Shadows!

Warnings: kinda frat boy yeosang, him and his friends are handsome (yes that's a warning), reader has anxiety, she is also insecure, anxiety attacks, yeo is cheeky, like really cheeky, you might wanna flick him a bit, bestfriend! San and wooyoung, suicide mentioned. Lmk if I missed any!!

AN: y'all bear with me this is my first time posting on Tumblr, I'm still figuring out stuff. I had a dream about this and I decided that I'm gonna write a yeo fic. And also if you wanna get tagged, you can give your @ in the comments I'll tag y'all. And also please reblog and like, so I can get more motivated!!

"stop mocking me. I know people like you. you guys go up to girls like me and say you like them only to say 'April fools' or say 'its a dare' later. I hate guys like you"

His grin fades, his expression turning serious, but his eyes still hold a glint of mischief. "You really think that's what I'm doing?" He tilts his head to the side, studying your face intently. He maintains eye contact, his expression unreadable. He sees the suspicion in your eyes, and it only seems to fuel his mischievous glint. He leans forward, his voice lowering. "Let me ask you something..." He studies your face intently, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "First off... do I look like I have a problem finding girls to talk to?" He gestures to himself, a hint of pride in his tone. "And second..." His voice drops lower as he deliberately maintains eye contact. "Second what?" You shout.

He leans in closer, and says "Second, would I really waste my time pretending to like someone just to play an April Fool's prank?" His words send a shiver down your spine as he pulls back, his eyes never leaving yours. "Or maybe..." He looks at you with a half-smirk, half-serious expression "You're actually quite... interesting. Not many people stand up to me like you do." His eyes crinkle again as he studies your reaction "And hey..." He reaches over and lightly taps your finger. You retreat your hand from his touch. His expression shifts to a playful pout, though his eyes still hold a glint of amusement "Wow, so I'm not even worthy of a tiny hand tap?" He leans back in his chair, studying your defensive posture with interest "You're not scared of me, are you?" He chuckles low in his throat, his gaze never leaving yours. "listen, can I not just like you? I like you. I want to be with you"

"No! people don't simply like girls like me" you felt like crying, but you can't. His expression turns mockingly serious, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, so you're saying you're not likeable? You think I can't like you because you're... what?" He crosses his arms, leaning forward again, his curiosity piqued.

"You know what I am"

"No I don't"

"Fuck. Fine! Im fat and ugly"

His face freezes and for a moment, he looks genuinely shocked. But then, he lets out a harsh laugh. "Fat and ugly? He shakes his head, his gaze raking over your form appraisingly. "You really think that's what I see when I look at you?"

"You don't need to look at me like that, I am like that so fuck off I don't need you laughing at my face."

You stand up harshly, take your bag and walk outside the library. He follows you and grabs your upper arm, not harshly but firmly enough to hold your attention. "Listen carefully..." His voice softens, losing its usual mocking tone. "I'm not some creep who goes around lying to get in girls' pants." You open your mouth to say something but he quickly shits you off. "You know what I see when I look at you? I see someone who's honest, even if it hurts. I see someone who's strong, even when they feel weak. And I see someone who's fucking beautiful, inside and out."

[lightlycareless]

I have a fluffy idea for you! What if Naoya and Y/N had gotten in a fight/argument that’s left them upset with each other but maybe it happened in front of the kids or they eavesdropped. And maybe they’ve never seen them this upset with each other so the kids worry that they might get divorced(after that one fic about death you posted, I wouldn’t be surprised if Naoaki got this in their heads too or maybe that’s too far for him even) so the kids make a plan to make Naoya and Y/N make up

Helloooooo!!

Aww this was really cute to read 🥺 as twisted as that might sound since I never enjoyed the idea of the kids seeing their parents upset lol. Still, didn't stop me from writing a lil something I hope y'all enjoy!!

Also, because of fluff, we have to remove Naoaki of the formula but believe me it would NOT be below him to tell them ugly things about their parents 😡 he'd probably go on saying things like "Oh, no... they're going to divorce now!!) .I.

btw... I am unsure of what fic you mean but I'll tag this one just to be sure 🙈 I'm sorry.

Anyways, here are the warnings: none. fluff. you and naoya are married and have 4 kids hahahahahahahhahaha a tiny bit of angst, there was an argument after all.

Happy reading!

Arguments between the two most of the time, if not always, consist with you not agreeing to something Naoya’s family demands, and his subsequent inaction to do something about it.

You try to be understanding of his situation, it sucks to be the child of a family that is always looking for their personal benefit, careless how it affects others… but just how much are you be able to excuse before it becomes too much? Before it begins to affect your family?

How much are you willing to tolerate… in the name of the love you have for Naoya?

There were limits to your patience, and once the little things began to bundle up, you snapped.

“Fine! If that’s how it’s going to be, then… then I guess I—I don’t have anything to do here!” you cry, tears in the corner of your eyes as you swiftly turned around and exited the room, leaving behind a frustrated Naoya, too angered to do anything else but stare at your distancing figure, as well as the disheartened children who had unfortunately caught wind of their argument.

The two always made sure to keep discussions out of their earshot, your problems shouldn’t become their burden… however, maybe because it was a heat of a moment kind of thing that led to this oversight, or perhaps you were too loud, they now went through the misfortune of seeing this.

Their father soon attempted to ease their worries.

“It was just an argument; your mama and I had these before.” Naoya explains. “We’ll be fine.”

“I never seen mom this angry before.” Naomi adds.

“Or angry at all…” Naori adds. “With you, I mean.”

Naoya sighs. Well, he didn’t know whether to be impressed by your diligence or upset that it crumbled today.

“Do you hate mama now?” Naoko dared ask, and Naoya’s eyes snap wide open.

“What? No. I don’t hate her. We just had a disagreement!”

But your consistent ignorance of the bouquet of roses and boxes of mochi he got you right after cooling down, hoping to strike a peace treaty and leave all this behind, started to indicate otherwise.

Your interactions, or lack of, grew more and more prominent…

Yet, it wasn’t until your refusal to sleep in the same bed as him (as if having your meals separately weren’t enough) was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

And ultimately, the ones hurting the most were your children.

Whom at the unfamiliarity of their parent’s differences, decided to make finding a solution their utmost priority, be the ones in charge of saving their family which at a larger scale was like saving the world. For them, at least.

“We have to help them.” Naoko suggested to the council, as Naori named it so. “Before it gets too late!”

“It must’ve been pretty serious if mama isn’t talking to papa anymore…” Naoyuki added. “Does she hate her now?”

“No.” Naomi firmly assessed. Because it’s not the first time she’s questioned this herself, nor the first time she sees them not getting along (which may or may not influenced her perception about her father…)

But it is the first time she’d ever seen her mother so upset. Enough for you to deny it when confronted about it, and you’ve always been transparent when it comes to emotions and how sometimes not everything goes as expected!!

To make matters worse, her aunties aren’t any better, as if sworn absolute secrecy and loyalty towards you, your staff had made it their life mission to avoid all her questions, even going as far as acting like it was all in her imagination.

“Your mom is just busy, that’s all! You know how the life is here at the estate… always chaotic.” Mariya shrugs her worries away.

If Naomi had been 5 years old, maybe she would’ve believed her.

However, her options were far from running out, and when one proved to be inadequate, she simply went onto the next, to the only other person she knew she could trust with her life—your side of the family, her grandfather.

The overbearing grandpa who was always ready to jump into action if need be, yet careful enough to not disclose too much and eventually cause more harm than good. Naomi could see it in her parents’ exhaustion that, as much as they enjoyed his company, he was… quite something.

“Naomi-nee… what if our parents divorce?” Naori dared wonder in the dead of night, in her room after everyone went to sleep. As the eldest, Naomi was the voice of reason amongst all the siblings, but she was always closer to her immediate younger brother—she doesn’t recall ever being so excited to be an older sister than the time she was to become one for the first time. “I… I don’t want them to separate.”

“They won’t, Naori.”

“But I’ve never seen them so upset… do you think mama hates papa now?”

Never. Of course not. You wouldn’t put up with someone as peculiar as her father if you didn’t.

…

And her father wouldn’t try his hardest to make you happy if he didn’t love you either.

A meeting with her grandfather was long overdue.

“Oh, Naomi… how long have they been like this?” Eiichi laments, imagining how distraught his grandchildren must be because of this situation. But of course, never leaving you out of his mind, equally worried about the mental state you must be in to have done such a thing.

Extending over to Naoya as well, the young man whom he once thought as the worst option for a husband for his lovely daughter—but now, a marriage and 4 children later, that is no longer the case. Naoya has proven to be a good man, someone he could trust with taking care of one of his most precious, and the recipient of his concerns as well.

“For a week now… and it doesn’t seem like it’s getting any better.” Naomi responds. “I need your help, jiji. I want them to make up already before they decide… maybe to—”

“They won’t do anything harsh.” Eiichi reassures her. He knows his daughter; he knows his in-law. They’d rather go through the nine circles of hell than live without the other.

Still, this is a problem that undoubtedly needs attention, for bottled issues lead to even bigger problems in the future, and as a widowed man, the last thing he wants is seeing his daughter live with regret towards her husband.

“Then what do I do?” Naomi asks.

“It’s not really your responsibility to do so, Naomi. But, if you must…”

Remembering the special moments of this relationship is a nice way to start, like what made you decide you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Naoya.

So, after extensive consideration and careful planification, Naomi and the rest of her siblings decide to pester their parents into going to the fair that’s set up this time of year in the city, with all the games and food anyone could enjoy to their hearts delight—the perfect escape from the mundane, repetitive everyday life of the estate.

You were initially against it, and not because you didn’t want to take them (going to the fair sounded delightful) but rather because they insisted so much on bringing Naoya along, which you had yet to make amends with him, and the last thing you wanted was to make things uncomfortable.

But you knew better than to resist your children, and so, you’ve saved the date for Saturday.

“Come on mama, we’re going to be late!” Naoyuki gasped, tugging at your sleeve with such unparalleled enthusiasm you couldn’t help but smile. “We have to get there before it gets too crowded!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you chuckle, letting your youngest guide you towards the exit, where a car was already on standby by the servants. Naoya had gotten a bigger car to accommodate his quickly growing family not so long ago, though unfortunately it’s not used as frequently as you would’ve liked—mainly because you weren’t comfortable driving such a big car, not without Naoya anyways... and because it’s rare that all of you go out together.

Between Naomi’s school life, your growing responsibilities the older Naobito becomes, and Naoya’s availability… yeah. What a waste.

“I hope you brought a sweater, honey. It’s going to be quite cold out there.”

“I did, mama.” He says. “I always do, Naoko doesn’t though…”

“That’s not true!” She cries back. “You’re the one that doesn’t bring one, I always have to share mine!”

“There’s no need to fight over that. dumpling” You smile. “I just need to make sure the two brought something warm to wear later on.”

“I checked if they brought something too.” Naomi adds. “So don’t worry about that, they did.”

“Thank you, pumpkin.” You say. “But it’s your siblings’ responsibility to do that… right?”

The kids nod, Naomi shrugs.

“…what about you, my love? Have you brought something warm?” Naoya suddenly asks, seizing this moment to hopefully get an interaction from you; but you simply dismiss him with a curt hum, followed by a low yes before returning to your children and helping them onto the car.

Your husband pressed his lips together in disappointment before and getting to the driver’s seat, a sight that the children could only take in with great sadness and worry, doubting if their nee-san’s plan even had a purpose.

“It’s too early for that.” Naomi comforts them. “But trust me, it’ll work.”

… she just hopes she isn’t wrong.

“What is the plan?” you murmured, trying to not get overwhelmed by the vast amount of food, games, and all in between to be found from one corner to the other. Wherever you looked, there was not a single spot that wasn’t set up to offer a good time or at least get money out of your pocket.

Well, at least your children will be thoroughly entertained, though they had another goal in mind:

«Remember, we have to make it as casual as possible. Not make anything that might look suspicious!!»

With Naomi’s cautionary words in mind, the children made haste for their attempt of stealthiness, comparable to their father when out working with curses and such—they had it in their blood after all, all they set their mind to is easily achievable.

“Let’s go here first, mama!” Naoko pointed to a nearby stand, a game that consisted of gathering points by throwing hoops. The little girl did her best to score the highest, but in the end, she barely got one.

Luckily, she was not too distraught by that fact, for she knew there was a solution to it. Or perhaps it was all part of her plan?

“Mama, tell papa to win me a prize!” she quickly demands, tugging at your yukata and pulling you towards her dad. “Pleaseeeee?”

“Ah, well, pudding, I’m sure you could tell him—”

“He can win something for mom too, you know?” Naomi suggested, and through the corner of her eye she swears seeing her father get excited at the notion, the briefest opportunity to talk to his wife and make her happy through a silly plushie…

Only to dim the light in his eye when you shake your head, saying:

“No, it’s ok. it’s not necessary, I’m fine just watching.”

Naomi sighs. She didn’t like the idea of taking a harsher approach but your attitude and her dad’s unwillingness to step up too has her reconsidering.

She didn’t want to employ this so soon, but if she must…

“I want to go on the Ferris wheel.” Naomi suddenly declares.

“Don’t you want to try out some of the games first?” You ask, somehow a bit… unsettled by her request. The reason? Only you will know.

“No, right now is perfect; if we wait a little longer there’ll be a long queue.” She explains. “And I don’t want to wait.”

“Makes sense… sure; let’s go. Anyone else wants to go?” you look at your children, they all nod.

“I think all of us.” Naomi responded. “But I’m not sure if we all fit in the same pod...”

“I’m sure we can arrange something so none of the kids are alone, how about I go with Naoyuki and Naoko, and your papa goes with Naomi and Naori?”

“But I want to go with you, mom.” Naori whines.

“Yeah, me too.” Naomi adds. “No offense, dad.”

“I’ll sit this one out, then.” Naoya responds.

“Ah, no, that’s not fair either.” Naomi frowns—she’s not about to let her father ruin this too! “We all go, or no one does.”

Naoya raises an eyebrow; since when did his little girl become so bold? Ah, he sure misses the days where she’d happily go along with whatever her parents said… but at the same time, he was glad to see the sturdy young woman, that will not take any garbage thrown at her, she had become.

“Fine, I’ll go.” Naoya says, and the family heads over to the ride, but not without him gesturing the kids to go in front of them of course, which Naomi did not agree with, not if her plan was to unfold appropriately… thankfully, she had her sibling’s loyalty to rely on, which she did not hesitate to exploit.

“Kids…” You warned, trying to take hold of one of your children but they only seemed to do what you told them not to even more! Just as… well, not really. They were always obedient. What’s gotten into them? “I need you to stand before me, please. Or we won’t go.”

“Don’t worry mom, I got it.” Naomi reassures, making you sigh. Always the reliable one, you’re glad that your daughter is someone you can trust when support is needed, though you’re not happy at the fact she seemed to have more authority than you over her siblings. Ah, but if you only knew what she was planning. “You and dad go on; I’ll get my siblings to join soon.”

Wholeheartedly expecting to see just that: your kids waiting for you to get ready before helping them up—

But the moment you and Naoya were inside, the door was firmly shut, and the ride set in motion! The employee simply doing what he was bribed into after getting a taste of the Zen’in fortune by your eldest, ensuing an exasperated, rightfully furious set of parents that quickly demanded the door to be open, less he wished to suffer the consequences.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, bastard!” Naoya fumed, still debating whether to use his technique to break free, and bring along even more severe problems, such as endangering you and everyone around… or not. He chose not to. “Open this door, now!”

“Naoya—the kids, they’re—” you fret, all kinds of horrible scenarios crossing through your mind as you glanced out the window and down to them: anticipating finding them equally distraught by this occurrence, tears soaking their cheeks as they cried to be reunited with their parents—

Only to be shocked at their reactions, not only different to what you expected, but the vast opposite!

Naomi, Naori, Naoko, and Naoyuki bearing bright smiles on their faces while waving goodbye to you and Naoya, in such optimistic matter that you could only assume was intentional.

You didn’t know whether to be elated they were far away from any immediate danger or be angry to have pulled something like this!

“Have fun!!” Naomi cheers when the two start going up.

But when you were still debating, Naoya had long set his mind.

“I’m giving all of them a piece of my mind once we get down.” Naoya warned, no one was to escape a much-deserved reprimand; though a bit harsher on the employee than with his own kids.

Until then, however. the two were forced to remain in this situation that grew quickly familiar the higher you went, culminating at the very top where each pod would have a few seconds to rejoice the view of the city at night.

The exact same situation Naoya and you found themselves many years ago, when you first—

“Are you cold?” Naoya suddenly asks, and you blink out of your thoughts, completely unprepared for his approach.

But who are you trying to fool? Naoya has been nothing but insistent when it came to reaching out to you; if anything, it should’ve been obvious he’d do so again. Perhaps your reaction stemmed more from the fact he still tried.

Even after all your rejections, he still tries.

Will this occasion be any different?

“No, I’m… fine.” You murmur, it was impossible considering all the layers underneath your kimono. “You?”

“I’m good.” He responds. Though the conversation runs ironically cold, with the two continuing to mindlessly look anywhere else but at each other.

While fidgeting at the edges of your sleeve, you try to push away the thought of that wonderful moment out of your mind. You’re probably the only one that’s thinking about it, and it would be in bad taste to bring it up after all you’ve done.

Unless he were to do it.

“This is where we shared our first kiss, wasn’t it?” Naoya notes, still gazing out the horizon. “Under the guise of wanting to enjoy the fair, you took me to the Ferris wheel and kissed me.

…

…

…

I didn’t expect you to do it, you know? I genuinely believed were just hanging out, that you only wanted to show your gratitude after I helped you out with school and some missions—the fair seemed to be the right place for it.”

You swallow, followed by a few seconds of silence that made Naoya believe you weren’t to respond, as usual, until you did.

“…That was my intention.” You slowly explain. “At least until we got here.”

“What made you change your mind?” he wonders, taken aback by this sudden, new side of the story he fondly guarded in his heart.

“I… I guess I just got overwhelmed by everything. How beautiful the city looked at night, the two of us alone, up here… and the sentiments I’ve begun to have for you after all you’ve done for me.” You confess. “I don’t know how else to explain it. I guess my heart simply… needed to do it.”

“Don’t be coy, now. You just couldn’t resist me, could you?” Naoya teases, looking at you. You blush.

“No. I guess I couldn’t.” you murmur, glancing back at him. Flustered, but mostly out of shame. Pressing your trembling lips together, you once again do what your heart demands you to.

“… I’m sorry, Naoya—for… for the horrible way I’ve been acting.” You sniveled, Naoya’s eyes widened.

“Y/N…”  He leans closer, hoping to be near enough to comfort you once the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. “I tried approaching you, make things up, but… you just kept rejecting me. Why?”

“Because I…I was ashamed.” You confess, he blinks. “I treated you horribly, spoke ill behind your back, Naoya—and the—the longer it went on, the more I felt terrible about myself. I simply couldn’t approach you. How—how could I ever look at you again after all that?”

Naoya won’t deny that your admission hurt him deeply. To hear you openly question why you even married him is a strike that reopened many of his old wounds.

But being here again, in the same exact moment that made you fall in love even more with Naoya, that you couldn’t help but pour your heart out of fear of him not feeling the same way for you anymore after all the times you’ve rejected him.

Or worse, that he had already moved on to someone else, the mere thought enough to make you delirious with sadness—

You never wanted anyone else so much in your life as you do now for him.

So how did you even dare question your relationship with him?

Had he been dreadful as a partner? Given you any indications of a poor parentage towards your kids?

No. Of course not. Never.

Naoya was, and is, the love of your life. The man of your dreams and the only person you wished to spend the rest of your days with. You will never look for anyone else if it’s not him.

It’s just that sometimes… the two might say things neither truly mean. You’re both human, after all. Emotional beings so heavily intertwined with one another; it made every little interaction far more intense.

Like your love.

“I didn’t know how to—how to make amends. I shouldn’t have said what I did but… I just… I didn’t know how to make it stop.” You continue. “So, I just foolishly kept on acting like that…hoping it would just stop.”

“You know, a simple smile from you would’ve been enough for me to forget everything.”

“This is serious, Naoya.” You refute. “I acted like a child—how could you…”

“I know, I know.” He chuckles. “But I’m not angry, not anymore that is. I’m just happy that my wife is talking to me again.”

Your lip trembles, gasping at the way his words made you feel.

“I never stopped loving you.” Naoya murmurs, leaning closer to you, up to the point where his face was simply mere inches away from you. “Nor did I ever feel anything else that wasn’t complete adoration for you during these days we were apart.”

“Even when we stopped sleeping in the same bed? Or eating at the same table?” you wonder. “Not even then did your love dwindle?”

“Well, I might’ve felt a bit resentful that I didn’t have my warm adorable mochi to cuddle with.” he says, carefully placing his arm around your waist and pulling you even closer to him. “Or my wife to talk to after a long day of work… but as I said, those things fail to matter in time when all I wanted was to see you happy again.”

“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t know you’d be a good partner and father.” You murmur. “How… how can I make it up to you?”

“I know a way you can do just that.” He teases, you blush. “But I’ll settle for something better.”

“What?”

“How about a kiss? For old times’ sake.” He suggests with a sly smirk. “Since it’s been so long, it might as well be just like the first time.”

Your eyes widen before giggling.

“What?”

“Nothing, I guess I’m glad to see you’re just as silly as ever.”

And without anything else to say, you finally close the distance between the two by softly pressing your lips onto his, just like you did all those years ago.

But instead of pouring out your newfound love, which still lives, through the form of 4 lovely children, you give him a bittersweet kiss that signified your regret, and your desire to move past this situation, to return to your husband’s arms every night and bask in his adoration.

Which he was more than glad to commit, given the way he placed his hand over your head and pulled you even closer—almost as if he were afraid of losing you the moment this kiss ended, unwilling to do so again.

Yet deep within his heart, he knew that after today, it won’t happen. Never, in fact.

“You’re sweet as ever, too.” Naoya murmurs once freeing your lips of his relentless grasp, cupping your face soon after and wiping your tears. “My spoiled princess.”

“I’m not…” you sigh, succumbing to his words. You might as well give him this small victory after all you made him go through. “Fine.”

“There she is, my bratty mochi.” He continues to tease you, pressing your cheeks together into a pout and pecking your lips once again. “My beautiful, darling mochi.”

“You’re lucky that your handsome.” You tease back, Naoya laughs.

“Really so?” he says. “I believe my true charm comes beyond my good looks.”

“It does.” You reassure him, giving him one last kiss as the ride begins to descend. “It’s always been more than that.”

Waiting by the sideline, your children anxiously glued their eyes to your pod in anticipation of results. Of the reassurance that their plans had ultimately worked and their parents returned to their usual, loving ways… if not, prepare themselves for a stage in their lives they all knew would loathe, impossible to recuperate from as they see their family crumble.

Thankfully, the sight of you smiling, a bright streak of red across your face as you allowed your husband to help you down the ride quickly struck those awful thoughts out of their mind, rushing to their parents side as they demanded one last vocal confirmation of your forgiveness, just to be sure.

Their bright, big teary eyes inspire you to kneel to their level, taking them into your arms, before doing so.

“I think we owe you an apology for involving you in our issues, and for the way I’ve been behaving. It was never your responsibility to look after us… but you still did, all of you. Thank you.” You say, looking over to Naomi whom you had no doubt was the leader of the whole thing. Her sudden interest in visiting her grandfather suddenly made sense—still, you were proud of the fact that she knew how and where to act. Oh, she’s not a baby anymore, is she? “We couldn’t have asked for better children.”

“Does it mean you still love each other?” Naoyuki asked.

“You won’t get divorced… right?” Naoko adds, Naoya scowls.

“Never. Who even mentioned anything about a divorce?” It was such an awful word to him, he would completely barren it from their vocabulary if possible. But he can’t, so instead, he’ll reassure them that it would never happen—as many times as they need. “Your mama and I love each other very much; it’ll take a whole lot for her to get rid of me.”

You chuckle.

“Really?” Naori’s eyes brighten, diving deeper into your embrace. “I’m so happy!”

“Does this mean we’ll finally enjoy the fair as a family, like we should’ve?” Naomi asks, your grin widens.

“Yeah. We will—but only if your papa goes on the rollercoaster with me! Do you know that he’s quite afraid of them? I had to bride him a few times before just to get him to ride with me!”

“That’s not true, not at all!” Naoya gasps. “You’re the one screaming all the time…”

“Of excitement! Not fear.” You jest back. “Come on now, don’t tell me you’re still scared?”

The children laugh, Naoya quickly grows red as a tomato.

While Naomi, contrary to the usual embarrassment she would’ve gotten at these very humiliating displays, doing her best to cower from the public view, smiles. Glad to see that her parents were back on their obnoxious nature—

Their overburdening, quite uncomfortable, yet ultimately endearing behavior Naomi wouldn’t want to change for anything in the world.

She’ll have plenty of other occasions to cringe at her parents, for now, she just wants to be happy.

Like she once was when nothing short of a child.

Naomi to the rescue 👉👈 as the oldest, she feels burdened to keep her family together. I don't like that, because it shows some degree of carelessness in Y/N and Naoya, but she's driven by her caring nature to do what she must to protect her loved ones—if you didn't want those traits on her then maybe you shouldn't have married a stubborn man like Naoya lol.

I don't have anything else to say except that I'm going to write that first kiss :) It's like one of the many variations of it lol. Of course, in the high school au. I already have it set up, it's just a matter of getting down to actually write it 🙈

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading this!! I do love it when I get asks with fluff + the kids 🥹❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much.

Now, take care and hope to see you soon!

p.s. naomi feeling like a child at that one last sentence makes me all warm inside 🥺😭 it's like she's my firstborn lmao. maybe she is.

[darkbluekies]

Don't know if anyone asked but what would the yandere's reaction be to the reader patching them up after they get injured?

Warnings: mentions of cuts, blood, killing, yandere, feeling depressed? (I'm not sure what to call it)

Silas: 

He is strongly against you seeing him in this kind of condition. He’s supposed to be your protector, supposed to take care of you … not the other way around. But you manage to push him down on the toilet and start to clean his wounds while he hisses and curses, although afterwards, he’ll shower you in kisses and tell you how grateful he is.

“You’re not supposed to — fuck — do this. I can take care of myself, you know. Give me that — oh motherfucker — that disinfectant and I’ll do it myself. Yes, I am happy that you’re worried about me, but this isn’t my proudest moment, baby. Let me spare some damn dignity.”

Dr Kry: 

He has cut his palm deeply on one of his sharp tools while cleaning up after a surgery. He returns to your room where he keeps all of his stuff. His hands are shaking too much to be able to clean it. You decide to help him before he bleeds out. Dr Kry guides you through the process to make sure you do everything as you should.

“Take that and pat it on my hand. Be careful though, that disinfectant is pretty strong. Ouch — I’m fine, don’t worry. Then you have to take the bandage and wrap it around my hand nad wrist. Don’t wrap it until my hand turns blue, but make sure that its tight. Good job, Y/N. I think I’m good now. But now you need to get back to bed, you know that you shouldn’t be out too much … as a thank you, I can get you dessert after dinner, alright?”

King Edmund:

Cut in the shoulder by a sword. An enemy had caught him in a vulnerable moment. You sit him down on the side of the bed and remove his shirt before starting to clean the wound. Edmund groans and throws his head back to avoid seeing the mess. Although complaining a lot, he doesn’t want anyone else treating him. No one but you are worthy enough to touch his body.

“Hurry up, please! For the love of all mighty, aren’t you done soon? I’m going to die! Yes, I am, you wouldn’t know. I’m going to mangle that scum who had the nerve to dislocate my shoulder. Y/N, you are going to take care of me until I’m well again, won’t you? You have to. I’m your king … your husband. You need to take care of me.”

Jerry:

Another one who’s extremely against you seeing her in this condition. She tries to push you away when you try to help her, but she’s too weak. In the end, you manage to corner her in the bathroom and treat her bloody wounds. For once, her hard demeanor seem to fall. She’s quiet, limp. You ask what’s on her mind, fearing for why she’s not being her normal dramatic, sarcastic self.

“I honestly thought that I was going to die … I have never been so … scared before. I’m pathetic, aren’t I? Yes, I am. Don’t try to tell me otherwise. I know it already. You should have left me alone, Y/N. You shouldn’t patch me up. You should have left me to die. I love you. I know I don’t say that a lot, I just wanted you to … know. Sorry for being a pathetic pussy … I just … nevermind.”

Hedwig: 

She’s crying while you clean the wound on her cheek. She had been shaving off some baby hairs — a trick she’d seen online — but had been too uncertain, resulting in her cutting herself. You clean it softly and place a bandaid over it. 

“I look so ugly, don’t I? I can’t go to school like this! People will laugh at me. Everyone will know that i tried to shave and that I couldn’t do it. Please stay with me, Y/N, stay with me forever. You’re the only one who doesn’t care what I look like. It doesn’t look … that bad … right? I never want to be without you, i dont think i could do it.”

[milaisreading]

Karasu gave toddler cd!yn a crow plushie that she will. NOT. LET. GO OF. The rest of the players are having a stare down with the crow.

Crossdresser!Yn crying for 20 minutes.

Tokimitsu: What are we supposed to do?!

Bachira, making funny faces along with Charles and Chigiri: Look here, Y/n!

Chigiri: Bwah! I am not here anymore! *covers his eyes* and I am back *uncovers them*

Charles: Look at me, Y/n! I am a lion!

CD!Yn starts crying more because they are too loud. Karasu then runs in with a crow plushie in hand.

Karasu:Here you go~

CD!Yn stops crying and blinks at it a few times before grabbing it.

CD!Yn: Waahh! :D

Karasu, proud of himself as he picks up the toddler: Looks like he likes crow, and guess who has crow in his name?~

Charles, pissed off as ge tries to grab the toddler: Give him back! You will like a cat more, Y/n!

Bachira chimes in: Yeah! Let me give you a cat instead!

Chigiri: I will buy you any other toy you want. Let go of him, Karasu.

Tokimitsu, noticing Y/n fell asleep: Leave him alone. He is sleeping. All that crying tired him out.

Bachira/Chigiri/Charles, shutting up and glaring at the crow plushie: This isn't over.

Karasu is just happy his toy was picked as the favorite.

Later...

Isagi, sighing in defeat as he puts away a bunny toy: He doesn't want my toy either.

Kurona, sighs in defeat as Yn happily plays with her crow: My shark wasn't a favorite either.

Hiori: I think it's important that he is happy. Although, I am disappointed my lamb wasn't picked.

Yukimiya and Gagamaru pouting in the corner as Yn didn't pay attention to anyone or anything ever since she got the plushie.

Kunigami: Ahh... He will get bored of it... He is a toddler, after all

Rin, sighs as he is irritated that he can't snatch the plushie away: Karasu will pay for this

Meanwhile, Yn is happily having a tea party with the plushie.

Later...

Barou: That thing pisses me off *watches as Yn kisses the crow plushie's head*

Aryu, frowns in disgust: Why is a stuffed toy getting more attention than me? Y/n, come over here, I want to do your hair!

Niko, trying to take the plushie away while she is distracted, only for Yn to grab it before he could: It was thr perfect chance...

CD!Yn: No >:( Mine!

Otoya: Karasu will pay for this, I swear.

Reo: Yn, just give that toy to your good, old friend Reo. He will buy you a better one.

CD!Yn, tightens her hold on the plushie: No! Mine!

Nagi, frustrated and jealous: We don't want that ugly thing! Just give it to us so we can give you a better one!

CD!Yn as tears gather in her eyes: NOOOOO!

Snuffy and Chris run into the room, the players gulp as they see Yn crying on the floor*

Barou: Listen!

Niko: We didn't do anything.

Otoya: Yeah, it's all Nagi's fault!

Nagi: Mine?!

Reo: You all are too loud.

Chris, taking Yn out of Aryu's hold: All of you, 50 laps around the facility!

Snuffy: I don't want to hear any complaints.

Later....

Loki, shielding a sleeping Yn as Lorenzo held her: No. Stay back. This toy is the only thing that keeps him calm

Ness, rolls his eyes: We can do it as well. In fact, we can do a better job than that smelly toy

Lorenzo, laughing silently: You losers are jealous over a toy.

Kaiser, still glaring at the crow plushie: And?

[aliceintheworld]

PURE ATTRACTION | JJK | TATTOO ARTIST

Pairing: TattooArtistJungkook X NaiveReader

summary: "I shouldn’t be watching a man undressing, specially not from the house next door."

Warning: angst 😭 (I know, but I promise it will pass soon) kiss, crying, Jungkook being an idiot, but regretting later (he will suffer a bit more in the next chapters, I promise) alcoholic drink, confession 😍

A/N: I know, I promised I would post this yesterday, but my internet stopped working and there was nothing I could do 🤷‍♀️ anyway, here it is: finally things are aligning a little bit. Spoiler alert: the OC's mother will soon find out what’s going on, and things will get ugly 😬. Speaking of which, PURE ATTRACTION is coming to an end, and I'm already thinking about new projects. I hope you can join me on this journey 🤟

Previous Chapter

CAPITULO 11

The fright pulls me away from Y/N instantly. When I look back, it's Bora calling me. She stops walking and stares at us for a few seconds. Then she smiles in a mischievous way, almost as if we were doing something more than a near kiss. I can't ignore the bad feeling that overwhelms me when I can't achieve my goal. I know I'm confused and should avoid playing with someone else's feelings, but being apart from her these past few days, has been my greatest martyrdom.

“Sorry to interrupt.” She giggles, biting her lower lip.

“You didn’t interrupt anything.” Y/N quickly shakes her head, embarrassed. “I need to see Hayun. Is she around?”

“Yes.” Bora nods in agreement. “Jungkook, Namjoon was looking for you. Please go see him. No one can stand him anymore, seriously. It feels like a funeral over there.”

“I’ll be right there.” I sigh, feeling I have no choice. I didn't want to go, but I know I need to. I glance at Y/N one last time before heading inside Yoongi's house. I try to maintain a calm expression, but I can’t. I’m so dazed by everything happening that I can barely think straight.

Namjoon came to Busan out of the blue, and even though I have some regard for him, I didn’t want him to do it. I shouldn’t have mentioned the party to him, but I'm so used to having him in my life, I didn’t expect him to travel, just to see me. I didn’t want to do this to Y/N; she must be thinking horrible things about me—part of which are true—but before heading to Seoul, I wanted to talk to her and clear things up, not this mess that just happened. When she left my apartment that day, I spent hours in my room, echoing her words in my head.

I’m a proud person. I don’t like being wrong, and when I am, it’s hard for me to stop, breathe, and ask for forgiveness. However, that same day, I knew I needed to do it. I knew I needed to talk to Y/N and resolve everything before it was too late. Contrary to what she says, I really do like her. She makes me feel good, makes me happy... whenever I’m with her, I don’t think about anything else. My world, filled with problems and worries, becomes a world that is only hers. I wanted to say this to her, but I'm so confused about Namjoon that I'm afraid to make the situation worse and regret it even more.

As I approach the house, I see him among my friends, leaning against the wall. He seems unfazed by the grim situation, but I know he is bothered. I’ve known him for years, and I know he liked everyone before all the shit hit the fan, throwing our dreams and what we built together, in the trash. He smiles at me when he sees me, and I can’t reciprocate in the same way. The pride I once felt being with him, no longer exist.

“Is everything okay?” I ask when I reach Namjoon. He shrugs and shows me a red cup with a clear drink. It looks like water, but I'm pretty sure it isn’t.

“I’ve been better.” He explains in a slurred voice, watching Taehyung and Yoori kissing in the corner. It used to be the two of us, the lovey-dovey couple. “Is everything okay? You were with that girl for a good while.”

“I needed to talk to her.” I say honestly, feeling anxious; it’s like I’m doing something wrong when I know I’m not.

“She seems important... the way you looked at her...” He suggests, but it doesn’t seem serious. It’s as if he’s saying all this, but knows there’s no possibility of any involvement. Y/N isn’t the type of person I would have approached with interest, in the past, and Namjoon knows that.

“She is important.” I confirm, trying to stay relaxed. Namjoon bites his lip and looks at me with an expression I can't decipher.

“You’re joking, right?” He asks; his jaw tightens, waiting for a response.

“I’m not.” I shake my head; my heart pounding almost as loud as the music. “We had a connection, and she’s important to me, that's why we talked.”

“Wow.” Namjoon scoffs, drinking more of his drink. He rolls his eyes ironically, and then sighs. “You really bounce back quickly.”

“What did you expect me to do? Wait for you?”

“No, just that you’d wait until everything could align.”

“You didn’t wait, Namjoon.” My throat burns with my growl. How can he be so hypocritical? “You ended everything. You slept with that guy from your work when we were about to move in together.”

“I made a mistake. You needed one mistake to end everything.” He replies.

“I needed one mistake to realize you weren’t the right person for me.” I say, clarifying the fact for both him and me. “Love doesn’t hurt, doesn’t deceive. What you did... you just ruined everything. What are you really doing here?”

“I thought I was welcome in your life.” He argues, and it’s the first time I see pain and regret in his eyes. He steps closer to me, his short breaths hitting my face. Him being taller than me never bothered me, but now it feels like he’s a tower over me. A mountain. “I thought you still loved me.”

“I loved the person I thought you were.” I say, closing my eyes. My throat tightens and my chest feels heavy. All the good moments we had together flash in my mind. The first time I saw him, the first time we made love. The first time I said I loved him, scared that he wouldn’t feel the same, and Namjoon reciprocated, exceeding all my expectations. All of that no longer exists. The Jungkook who was crazy about him, who admired him, is just a shadow of who I am now. I loved him so much that I almost overlooked his betrayal for us to be together. I no longer see a future for us, I see nothing but emptiness.

“I made a mistake once, Jungkook. Just once.” He says with a slurred tongue. He looks drunk and sad. A bad combination.

“Namjoon, that’s enough. This is serious now. I want this to end. Go back to Seoul. Stay in your apartment. You need to forget me and move on. We’re not good for each other.”

“We can fix all this. We can move on together.”

“We can’t, because I’ve already made my decision. You no longer fit in my life.” I’ve never been so decisive as I am now. I remember, in the back of my mind, the way I feel every time I see Y/N; none of this feels right.What he did is unforgivable, and I could never trust him again. It just seems wrong. His dark eyes fill with tears, and he takes another step closer to me. His scent mixed with alcohol is still good, but doesn't draw me like three months ago.

“I can show you that you still want me. That I still have you.” He whispers, and even though I don’t want to, I close my eyes to welcome him. For the last time. Just this once, and then everything will be over.

His mouth crashes against mine with ferocity. He seems to show through his actions that he’s regretful, and I can feel it, but it’s not enough. In the midst of the kiss, I take everything from him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him against me. Namjoon is mine, for the last time. All these years together, I thought it would be forever, but we can’t be anymore. His tongue meets mine in a wildness I recognize. I grunt between his lips as I feel his hand on my back, so forcefully that it’s as if he wants to merge with me. The kiss is sexual, but devoid of feeling. Y/N echoes in my head once again, from when we kissed in your room while her mom was knocking on the door. When our lips met, I felt so much more than just physical contact or her touch. It’s then that I realize it’s not worth it. All the suffering has passed, and I don’t need this anymore. I abruptly pull away from him. Our heavy, quick breaths mix as I stare into his eyes. He tries to get closer again, but I don't allow it. I push him away with my hands, trembling, anxious and sad.

“It’s over.” I whisper. His face contorts as if I’ve punched him. I feel sorry for him, but I can’t deceive us anymore. “It’s over. That was the last time we kissed. The last time you touched me. I didn’t end our relationship. You did.” I conclude; my voice comes out hoarse and in a grunt from deep in my throat. There’s no anger, no resentment towards him. Namjoon doesn’t respond, completely silent, and how could he?

I cover my face with my hands, and let out a sigh mixed with relief and anguish, escaping my soul. When I turn around, my eyes unconsciously go to the woman who, since I met her, changed something within me. Her eyes, however, are filled with tears; her cheeks flushed as if she’s holding back an impending cry. Only then do I realize that Y/N must have seen the kiss with Namjoon, and I can’t imagine what she must be thinking. Before I can react, she turns her back and walks away from the crowded room.

“Y/N!” I shout through the people, but my voice sounds low amidst the music. I move instinctively and hurry after her. Her body almost disappears down the hallway, but I run faster, pushing past two guys who look like they want to kill me, and a girl, who yells at me for bumping into her. None of this stops me until I manage to catch her by the arm. “Y/N, stop!”

“Let me go!” She twists her wrist, shaking her body so I’ll release her. I loosen my grip on her skin, afraid of hurting her, and she pulls away again, faster this time. She heads for the main door of the house and flings it open.

“I’m not letting you go!” I yell at her, walking faster as the facade of the house gets further away from us. “Y/N, listen to me!”

“Stop following me!” She screams at me; her usually sweet and soft voice sounds angry and hurt. I run faster until I can stand in front of her. I don’t touch her, but I don’t let her pass, using my body like a wall to block her path. “Let me through, Jungkook.”

“No.” I shake my head. Her face twists. Her nose crinkles, and her forehead furrows. I’m sure if she could hit me right now, she would.

“Let me through.” She pleads again, taking short steps that I once again block.

“No, not until you listen to me.” I say with such force that she flinches. Her angry, hardened face transforms into an ironic laugh, which fades as more tears fill her eyes. Her white, smooth neck is filled with veins, as if she’s about to burst with rage. Her breath comes fast, as if she doesn’t have enough air.

“You’re a fucking bastard, a total son of bitch. I don't want to listen anything.” She growls at me. It’s the first time I’ve seen her curse; it’s so strange that it feels like those words don’t belong to her. “How can you do this to me? Yo-You are... I don’t even have words to describe you!”

“I know! I know! I’m a fucking mess, do you think I don’t know that?”

“You’re a son of bitch!” She screams again at me, pushing against my chest. “I want to punch you right now! I want to hit you until you turn into someone Irrecognizable.” She pushes me again, but I hardly budge. Although she’s angry and furious with me, I’m much bigger and stronger than her. I remain silent, watching as the trapped tears begin to flow down her face. The face that so often had been lit up with joy when she was with me, now looks defeated.

“I know... Y/N, I know.” I respond in a whisper. I stop her from pushing me again, holding onto her fist. I imagined she would use her strength against me and pull away one more time, but she doesn’t. Her silent crying takes over her body, and her shoulders shake. The pain I feel seeing her this way, knowing that I caused it leaves me frozen, but my arms move before I can think, and I hug her.

Her face aligns against my neck, and her sobs grow deeper. I open my mouth to say something, to apologize for everything I’ve caused her, but the words stick in my throat, and a voice in my head tells me that even if I tell her how sorry I am, nothing changes what I did. I hurt her, regardless. Apologies, unfortunately, don’t help much in this case.

“I’m sorry.” I say, contradicting all my thoughts. Even knowing that words don’t help at all, I say again: “I’m really sorry. Forgive me, Y/N.” I plead, closing my eyes. I feel her arms wrap around my body, bringing me a pleasure I can't even describe. How long has it been since I felt that excitement from just a hug?

“Stop apologizing.” She asks, pulling away from me. In the place of her warm body, only coldness remains in mine, with her distance. “Why did you kiss him? Why did you say all those things to me and then kissed him?”

“Because I needed to.” I clarify. Y/N opens her mouth to say something, perhaps to curse me again, but I’m quicker. “It’s over. We are nothing more than strangers now."

“How come?”

“That was the last time we were together, after almost five years. After everything, I needed this ending. I realized he no longer fits me.” I say, and not feeling the sadness I felt before, just imagining such a situation, brings me hope. Hope that I won’t have to suffer for Namjoon anymore. That I won’t have to feel anguish and pain over him.

“I don’t... I don’t know what to say.” Y/N shrugs, wiping her wet, swollen face. “But I don’t take back what I said. You really are a bastard.”

“I know.” I agree, unable to deny any of her statements. “And I also know that I hurt you, but I want to fix what I did. I want to fix all the shit I made you go through.”

“I don’t want anything from you.” She presses her lips together; those red lips I love so much, that for a second, I get lost in thought. I miss kissing her. Talking to her. Observing the little wrinkle at the corner of her right eye, every time she laughs. Not when she smiles, but when she giggles heartily. I never thought this could happen so quickly, even after Namjoon, but my heart leaps just thinking about her. Thinking about our kisses.

“Y/N, I can finally fix what I did wrong. That day I was so confused. I told you I didn't want something serious, but I did. I was scared; I just didn't want to get hurt again.” I confess to her, recalling the memories of that morning, when I turned my back on her because I couldn't bear to look into her eyes, as she left my apartment.

“Do you really think I'm going to believe all of this? After everything you've done to me? You're being a damn liar, a manipulative jerk." she grunts; I can see the anger in her eyes, the disbelief radiating from her.

“Y/N, I needed that. To finally know what I wanted.”

“You needed a kiss? You're a joke. Seriously.”

“Believe me.” I plead, my voice a whisper. I lean closer to her, holding her face in my hands. Her cheeks are flushed from crying, from the turmoil of emotions. “I want you.”

“I won’t be your consolation prize.” She whispers back, furrowing her brows. Y/N seems so determined and strong, that it's like all my words means nothing to her.

“You’re not.”

“I won’t be your second option.” She repeats, grunting at me.

“You’re none of that.” I repeat, irritated that she even thinks that way. She tucks her hair behind her ear and looks away, as if she could be saved by someone amid the darkness of the neighborhood. When she finds no one else, she sighs, biting her lips hard.

"I wish you had said all of this earlier. How can I believe anything you say now?" she asks, and unfortunately, I have no answer for that question.

"I'm sorry again," I beg, defeated. "Y/N, can I take you home? Can we talk about this somewhere else?" I ask, a bit hesitant. I want her to understand that even though I made many mistakes, I'm willing to do anything to show her how important she is to me. Y/N shakes her head, however, breaking all my hopes.

"I can't be near you. Every time I'm close, I end up losing control." She says, and I completely understand what she means. Whenever we're alone, I feel an energy between us that draws us together like an invisible magnet. I smile, agreeing with her.

"I can't control myself when I'm with you, either," I respond earnestly, and her previously sad face lights up with embarrassment.

"Jungkook, stop," she pleads, almost through clenched teeth. Her cheeks are flushed now, thanks to my words.

"I'm telling the truth. Deal with it."

"I really need to go," she changes the subject, shaking her head. Then she sighs, looking at her fingers. "I... I’ll call a taxi." She turns her back to me, before I can react.

"What? What do you mean?" I follow her again, as she walks back to Yoongi's house. Y/N looks at me, as if mentally questioning what I'm doing so close to her, but I don't care.

"Jungkook, go back to your party," she commands, walking faster.

"I'm not letting you take a taxi home at this hour. Forget it." I shrug, annoyed. She may not want to listen to me or look at my face, but nothing will convince me to let her go with a stranger in the middle of the night.

"What does it have to do with you?" she questions without looking at me, and I have to walk faster to get in front of her again. Her irritated, mocking, and sarcastic expression fades, when I look her in the eyes.

"Stop talking like that. Do you really think I don't care about you?"

"You are a—"

"I’m a jerk. I know. I just asked if you really think I don't care about you. Do you really think I don’t want what’s best for you?"

"I don’t know," she replies, shrugging. "After tonight, I can't think about anything else," she argues, furrowing her brows. I step closer to her, taking a short step forward. Her perfume, different from Namjoon's, completely captivates me. It's as if everything about her is designed to drive me crazy.

"Y/N, let me take you. My car is over there, across the street," I whisper, locking my gaze with hers, noticing how her pupils dilate when she accidentally glances at my mouth.

"I don’t know," she repeats, as if she’s fighting something internally.

"I'll take you. We don’t have to say a word to each other. You get in the car and then get out when we reach your place," I conclude, hopeful. She pauses for a moment and sighs, looking at her fingers again. It seems she's contemplating my offer for a few seconds, still uncertain.

"Okay," she says softly, as if afraid of her own decision. Her voice, once filled with anger, now sounds neutral. If I could choose any superpower right now, it would definitely be the ability to read her mind.

I clear my throat, nodding, and slowly step back from her, wary that any sudden movement might make her change her mind. My car isn’t too far away, so we walk in silence for just a minute. Yoongi's house still seems lively, with people coming and going through the main gate. I take one last look at the place, mentally thanking myself for leaving the car key in my pocket, as I glance at Y/N without saying a word. She remains silent the whole time, while I quickly open her door and then mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice how she pulls on her seatbelt and looks at me for a moment, as if she’s examining me.

Even under her gaze, I don’t utter a single word. My whole body feels tense, alive, electric. I dare to contemplate her, the same way she does with me, taking in her from head to toe, from her Converse sneakers to her dress that’s much larger than her body, with a small slit opening on her left leg that, for God’s sake, reveals her smooth, soft skin –the same skin I had touched and taken everything from, just days ago. I clear my throat and start the car, reluctant to leave my spot.

A sudden rain starts to wet the windshield, and I thank the universe for, even if not intentionally, give me more time with this. The entire drive is a torture and, at the same time, a source of pleasure. I keep thinking to myself that if I can’t convince her, this might be one of the last times I ever see her before I go to Seoul. I savor everything about her: her scent, her presence, her calmness amidst so many storms, trying to imprint all these details in my mind. How did I get to this point? How could I be so confused about Namjoon when I’m clearly in love with her? Obsessed with everything she does?

When her house comes into view, I swallow hard, feeling my mouth dry. I want to say so many things, yet no words seem right. I look at her face, and almost immediately, she looks at me too. We both sit in silence, listening the rain and lost in thought. Then she smiles shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Thank you for bringing me," she says, looking down. "And I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have cursed at you. I shouldn’t have said all those things. I... Jungkook, I wanted to see you hurt, just like I felt, but I had no right. I was wrong for that. I want you to be happy. I want you to be loved, no matter who you’re with." She confess, and her eyes crinkle the way only hers do, calm and serene. I open my mouth to say something, to affirm she had every right over me, but she gets out of the car before I can tell her everything. "Goodbye." She whispers with a weak smile, giving me her back and entering before the rain makes her wetter.

I stay there for a moment, frozen, breathing heavily. I look at the door of her house, and then at my mother’s, thinking that, unlike my father, I’ve always considered myself brave. I’ve always seen myself as a confident person. With everything that has happened in my life, I have never taken a step back, and I have never let fear paralyze me or hold me back from anything. I get out my car hesitantly, but I don’t stop. I walk quickly to the short steps, and ring the doorbell, freezing with cold and the water. Y/N opens the door a second later, almost as if she was waiting for me on the other side. Her face illuminated by the yellow streetlight.

"Y/N, I don’t want you to leave my life," I declare breathlessly; my heart pounding so hard it feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest. "I have no right to say this and I don’t even deserve you to listen to me, but I want you to know that since the first time I saw you, at your bedroom window, everything about you caught my attention. The way you speak, the way you look at me, how you listen to everyone as if they all deserve your attention, how empathetic you are, and how simply good you are... I can’t stop thinking about you. I talk about you to my friends, to my mother. I miss you even when we haven’t seen each other for a short time... I don’t want this to end. Us. I don't want us to end." I laugh desperately, not even knowing what I am doing, filled with hope and moments of us together in my mind. I can literally feel my blood rushing through my body, pulsing strong like never before.

"Jungkook, you—" She tries to say, but I stop her by placing my hands on her cheeks. I lean in so close I can feel her breath on my face.

"I know I’m an idiot, but I’m so damn in love with you that I deserve a second chance, just to show you that I’m worthy of you, that I can make every day, from now on, the best day of your life." I whisper, gazing into her eyes. They widen in shock and surprise. Tears form in them, and one falls onto my thumb, on the apple of her cheek.

"I’m in love with you too," she confesses in a whisper, and I have to lean in closer to assure myself that I’m not dreaming. She smiles, as if she senses my confusion. "I’m in love with you too," she confirms, just for my ears.

And I can’t hold back any longer. I can’t anymore. It's when I kiss her, so intensely and suddenly, that it takes her a few seconds to respond. Her soft lips form a sweet smile against mine, and I can't help but chuckle too, happy, content, all at once. She places her hands on my face, tenderly, and then winks at me. Her eyelashes brushing against the tops of her cheeks because of the rain.

"Come in, I don't want you to get sick from the cold," she invites me, pulling me in. Then she kisses me one more time.

Thank God for this fucking rain.

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