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[part two] trouble - takuma ino

word count: 9k warnings: swearing, drinking, slight harassment (a creep puts his hand on reader's waist for 0.2 seconds) summary: she's only agreed to one night out- and that doesn't mean anything at all. it also doesn't mean anything that a few drinks has her admitting that ino's eyes are actually quite pretty. contents: rivals to begrudged friends, gojo!reader, nanami leaves the function at his first oppurtunity, ino and (y/n) have an alcohol fueled breakthrough.

part two: "got so much to prove" ___

Gojo Satoru was nothing like his sibling counterpart, and she was dead set on keeping it that way. Where he was overbearing, she was uninvolved. Where he was obnoxious, she was reserved. For most of her life she could recall trying to steer herself into the opposite direction Satoru was heading.

That was, until it came to sorcery.

If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have needed to crawl up a ladder to claim the Grade One title. If it weren’t for him, she could’ve made a name for herself rather than live in the shadow that was their family name. If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t be stuck in this too-loud bar throwing back too-weak drinks.

Nanami didn’t seem too thrilled about having his evening decided for him, either. He was nursing his third beer and the alcohol still hadn’t loosened him enough to lose the look of pure disinterest on his face. (y/n) couldn’t blame him, seeing as she didn’t want to be here either.

Takuma, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He’d eagerly ordered them a round of shots despite their protests, claiming it was a right of passage for their first outing together.

“I’m not taking a shot,” Nanami had pushed his glass to the center of the table, refusing it as soon as it was set in front of him. “I have to be home by eight”

“Eight?” Takuma gasped incredulously at his early retirement. “But Gojo’s car won’t be here till eleven-”

“Dibs” (y/n) plucks the extra shot off the counter, tapping it once against the table before throwing it back with ease.

The other two are left to stare at her in shock, neither knowing how to react. She’s quick to chase it down with her own shot in rapid succession, not a single flinch or twitch from the burning sensation left in her throat. Nanami and Takuma share a quick glance, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by the young Gojo.

“What?” She asks innocently, propping her elbow on the table to rest her chin in her hand. “Been a long week, no?”

“It’s just… Satoru doesn’t drink” Nanami shrugs at the simple statement, leaning back against his chair.

(y/n) pauses, her brow twitching in the smallest of movements.

Even without him around, she was being compared to him. And hearing it come from Nanami, whom she’d spent years looking up to, snapped her final straw.

“Right…” She drawls the word out slowly, and Nanami waits all too patiently for whatever she had to say next. “Well since it is our first outing, let’s establish this once and for all, shall we?”

And then she grins, which sends warning flags up in Takuma’s mind when she leaves the table and approaches the bar. He turns back to Nanami with his worry evident on his face.

“That’s not good,” He says in a hushed voice. “I’ve only ever seen her smile like that when exorcizing curses”

Nanami only chuckles half heartedly, more than familiar with the way the Gojo siblings’ shared wicked grin.

Ino’s not so amused, but he does his best to get excited when (y/n) comes back with a stronger drink and another round of shots for the three of them. Nanami refuses this one as well, and this time they let it sit on the center of the table unclaimed.

To his surprise, she taps her shot glass against Ino’s when he picks it up, eyeing the auburn liquid with uncertainty. This would be his second shot in the span of only ten minutes, and it would be her third. There had to be some ploy behind it, right?

“Whatever it takes to prove to you both I’m not my brother, name it,” (y/n) announces before throwing back the shot. “It can be like a game!” She decides, eyes lighting up with the idea. If she notices the way Nanami and Ino seem unsure and uncomfortable with the sudden swing in behavior, she doesn’t show it.

“A drinking game?” Ino asks, not quite following her train of thought.

“Sure,” She nods at him. “Like a truth or drink sort of thing? That works”

“I’ve got one, then,” Nanami leans back onto the table, suddenly joining the conversation. His pupils seem surprised, but both excited in their own way to have him participate “That Grade Two at the playground, last week, did you lie in your paperwork?”

A more authentic looking beam stretches over (y/n’s) face, and she laughs as she considers taking a drink, but she supposes he’d have his answer if she did, so she might as well fess up.

“About the swingset being torn apart?” She asks with a raised brow. “Yes, I lied about that”

“You lied in your report?” Ino gasps in shock. “What’d you say?”

“She claimed the swings had been torn away from their posts before she arrived on the scene” Nanami explained with a huff.

That earned another gasp from Ino before he turned back to (y/n) with wide eyes and an awkward sort of smile, like he was excited to have caught her in something, even though she’d admitted to it herself.

“You chopped down a children’s playground?”

“It was a swingset,” She corrected. “And it’s structural integrity was fine. The city could afford to replace the swing itself. It’s practically just rope”

Nanami shakes his head, although he’d already had an inkling her report on that assignment was less than truthful. He had stopped by to take account of the damage done, and it seemed to him like the scraped metal of the playset’s structure could have only been chinked up by a large blade. Like an axe.

A few more random questions come up between the two, most of them work related. The questions are all over the place however, with Nanami trying to get her to admit to more discrepancies in her paperwork, and Ino trying to learn anything and everything he could. So she never quite knew what was going to be asked of her.

More often than not, Nanami’s questions led to her drinking. Whereas Ino’s…

“Do you have any tattoos?”

She wants to laugh, and ask him if he’s sure that’s what he wants to know. But Nanami’s already got her another two drinks down, so she finds herself lifting up the hem of her shirt, just enough to put her hip bone on display, earning shocked looks from both men as they stared holes into the ink on her skin.

“When did you get that?” Nanami asks, his eyebrows nearly to his hairline when (y/n) looks up at him with a lazy smirk.

“I was sixteen, and you weren’t around at the time” She states matter-of-factly.

Ino’s laughing, and maybe cheering as he throws back the rest of his drink and makes his way to the bar for another. (y/n) wouldn’t admit that she was having a good time, but it was quite entertaining to watch their reactions.

“That’s enough insight for tonight” Nanami sighs before getting up from his seat. (y/n) watches as he lifts his jacket from the back of his chair, loosely shrugging it on. A small knot forms between her brows.

“You’re actually gonna leave?” She asks, and if he didn’t know any better, Nanami might think she’s frowning because she’s disappointed to see him leave.

“I’ve already stayed later than I planned,” He answers dryly. “But you should stay, Ino too,” He adds, nodding to the sorcerer at the bar desperately trying to get the bartender’s attention. “Make your brother pick up the tab”

“He said it was on you” (y/n) replies with a shrug, before taking a sip of her drink.

Nanami rolled his eyes as he turned to go, grumbling something about how a Gojo could be trying to pass off the bill. (y/n’s) laughing as he leaves, and he’s almost compelled to stay, just for the sake of watching her open up more than he’d seen in years, but he supposes he’s not the one who needs that tonight.

Ino’s surprised when he comes back to the table with a fresh drink and hand, only to find Nanami missing. He glances at the empty seat with a furrowed brow before turning to (y/n), who shrugs.

“Guess he wasn’t kidding about turning in early” She muses, pushing the ice in her glass with her straw. Ino seems to pout at that.

“Too bad, I thought we were having a good time” He says as he takes his seat across from her.

(y/n) regards him with a slight tilt of her head, as if he were a stranger she were noticing for the first time. As always, his mask sat on top of his head, posed as a beanie, and as he turned away to glance across the crowded bar, she’d never noticed before, but the curve of his cheekbones were defined. Sharp, even. Her gaze continued to linger, noticing the same detail about his jawline. Had she really never noticed before, or was the dim lighting doing him a favor by putting his facial features on display?

“Is this your idea of a good time?” She asks suddenly, and his attention is swiveling back to her. Even with the lights shifting across his face, the defined features still stuck out to her. “Going out somewhere crowded and noisy?”

Ino laughs at that, every part of his expression lighting up with his delight, and once again (y/n) wonders if someone’s purposefully messing with the lights to put a spotlight on him.

Her brother’s words from their last phone call start to penetrate her thoughts against her will. She tries to shake them off, but it’s hard when his brown eyes gleam like honey when he looks at her.

“Well, drinks are a pretty important part. This wouldn’t be fun without ‘em,” He says, and she shrugs in non-committed agreement. “But it is fun. I’m having fun, at least”

“It’s not…” She starts to tell him this wasn’t her ideal night out. In actuality, she was more of a stay in and relax on the weekend kind of person. Satoru did enough partying in his younger years to turn her off from it early on. But Ino perks up as he awaits her response, and it didn’t feel right to tell him the full truth. So she changes direction and tells him a half-lie. “It’s not terrible” She finishes.

He’s grinning again, as though she’d just told him she was having the time of her life, and she can’t help the confused knot in her brow. Could he really be so pleased over simply having a few drinks together?

“I knew you’d have a good time if you just came!” He cheered, reaching his glass across the table to tap it against hers. “You should’ve just accepted the invitation months ago”

She takes a long drink, stalling to try and find the right thing to say. She doesn’t want Ino to get the wrong idea, she’s not about to make this a regular thing. No, this was a one time occurrence. She stood by what she said all those months ago. It was silly to make friends in this line of work. She’d witnessed first hand, one too many times, just what companionship could cost. One night out couldn’t possibly change that.

Something twists in her chest before she can remind him of that, and it prevents her from saying anything of the sort. Instead, she changes the subject.

“Can I ask you a truth or drink question, now?” She leans forward in her seat a bit, resting her elbow on the table once more as she studies his eager expression.

“Shoot!” He agreed excitedly, and she can’t help the short laugh that escapes her. She blames the alcohol.

“How do you stay so positive all the time?” She asks the question that had been nagging at her for longer than just the past couple hours. He shakes his head slightly, not quite following the meaning of her question. “Even on assignments, and doing your reports, you’re always…” She wiggles her fingers in front of her as she tries to find the right word to explain it.

Ino chuckles, before full on laughter takes over and his shoulders are shaking as he grins from ear to ear, almost proving her point before he could actually answer.

“I love what I do?” He answers like it’s a question, like he’s unsure if that’s what she’s even looking for. “I’ve been working towards one goal my entire life, I might as well enjoy it, right?”

She’s stunned silent for a minute. There was a time where she would’ve said the same thing, when she was young and naive and thought her and her brother would take the jujutsu world by storm, side by side. Before she realized that her entire life would be spent under the shadow cast by him owning the family name almost all for himself. It was a large, infinite shadow. And the longer she’d lived in it, the more her joy for her work turned into a necessity. Until now, she hadn’t even realized just how much she’d come to despise every step it took to move forward in jujutsu society.

Ino took her silence to mean she was thinking too deeply about what he’d said, and a question of his own came to mind.

“Do you not enjoy it?”

Her gaze rises from where she’d zoned out looking at her dwindling drink, finding Ino across from her looking almost concerned. The longer she didn’t respond, the more his expression reminded her of the night he’d found her injured.

She clears her throat before opting out of answering, instead drinking down the last of the contents in her glass. He raises a brow at her choice.

“Did you not want to tell me your answer, or did you not know the answer?” He asks.

“Is that another question?” She asks, a small smirk forming on her lips. “Because I’ll have to order another drink”

Ino laughs, and despite her trying not to, she can’t help but laugh with him.

“Another round?” He asks, and she thinks about it for a minute, before nodding, and getting up from her seat. To her surprise, he follows her up to the bar, even though there was still a good quarter of his drink left. She doesn’t comment on it.

They have to squeeze between bodies to stake a place at the bar, the two bartenders already quite busy with the amount of people waving at them for their attention. It’s bound to take more than a couple minutes before they would get to place their order.

“Guess everyone had a rough week” (y/n) mumbles absentmindedly, and Ino glances down at her.

This wasn’t the first time he’d taken notice of her height- or lack thereof- but with having her so close she was nearly pressed into his side, it was hard not to notice. About a head shorter than him, he had to tilt his head down to properly look at her, which he was only doing now because the alcohol buzzing in his system lifted the barriers of his anxiety. Had he been sober, he’d have been far too weak to stare at her so blatantly.

Luckily due to the drinks they’d both had, (y/n) didn’t realize he was staring at her for a whole minute or so. She’d been too focused on trying to catch eyes with one of the bartender’s to feel his eyes on her. Even without being caught, he felt a flush creeping up his neck.

In another life, or hell, another universe, Ino wonders if things could have been different between them. If she would’ve been less closed off, or maybe he could’ve been more laid back and met her level of reserved. He wonders if they would’ve been closer friends, or maybe even something more than that.

Truthfully, when they’d first met, he’d instantly had a bit of a crush on her. He’d never met the younger Gojo before the day he started working with Nanami on his promotion, but as soon as he’d laid eyes on her, he thought his heart was going to go into cardiac arrest and he’d die right there. She was quiet, but he could tell behind her calculating expression that she was thoughtful, and cunning. And so, so beautiful, that he’d stuttered all the way through introducing himself, even his own name he’d struggled to get out. Looking back on it, he still felt embarrassed, but he was sure she’d long forgotten the interaction. It wasn’t long after their meeting that she’d made her disinterest in him explicitly clear, and the sparks of feelings she’d ignited in him were stomped out into ash.

He felt like a fool for feeling that spark ignite again just standing beside her in this congested bar, but he couldn’t be imagining that things were different tonight, right? He was sure that she was opening up more of herself than he’d ever seen before, and maybe the alcohol played a part in that, but either way, he couldn’t get enough of it. She was giving him crumbs of her life- an impulsive tattoo, her hopes to have a pet some day, a few reckless acts on assignments- and he was eating it all up with gratitude. He couldn’t help but want to learn more, wanting to press further until she couldn’t possibly deny that she enjoyed confiding in him as much as he enjoyed being in her company.

He knows he can’t be imagining things, because when she finally feels his stare and looks up at him, she doesn’t scowl, or spit out some cruel comment about it. Her brows twitch slightly, drawing together in a confused expression when he doesn’t immediately look away like she would’ve expected. He’s close enough that he can see the way a ghost of a smile hovers at the corners of her lips, and the way her cheeks warm up with color. It makes that microscopic spark of old feeling in his chest burn a little brighter.

A nervous laugh falls from her lips, and it’s so uncharacteristically cute that he’s smiling now, and he feels like an absolute dope for staring at her and smiling like an idiot, but it can’t be helped. He can’t be helped.

“What?” She asks, breathless and curious, her eyes shifting between his as though trying to find the source of this behavior, but instead she only finds warm pools of brown that almost resemble the rum and cokes she’s been enjoying all night.

And then all at once it’s almost too much. She’s suddenly aware of how close she is to him, their arms brushing together, or if he tilted his head just a little further down he could easily push his nose against hers and-

Her eyes widen at the derailing of her train of thought, the soft expression of surprise on her face more recognizable than she would’ve liked, and she could tell that it doesn’t go unnoticed by Ino, as he’s now regarding her with intrigue, wondering what was going through her mind.

The idea of him knowing she’d nearly gotten lost in thought at the idea of kissing him made her chest ache, and she badly wanted to tear her gaze away from his, lean over the bar and demand to be serviced so they could get away from the crowded space as quickly as possible.

What an idiotic, drunken thought to have. Kissing a colleague, how much more foolish could she possibly be? She tries to shake it off as a pesky intrusive thought. Nothing more than the alcohol pressuring her into making a reckless decision.

But she’s frozen before him, her eyes locked on his like she was stuck in a trance, trapped by her own nerves. The eye contact was going to kill her, especially with how soft his gaze was. It wasn’t like anything she was used to. It wasn’t setting her on fire from it’s heat. The way he looked at her made her feel like she’d just cozied up in front of a fireplace after a cold day. It almost scared her how warm it made her chest feel.

She’s opening her mouth before she even settled on what she needed to say.

“Takuma, we should probably get go-”

She’s interrupted before she could finish telling him they needed to leave. It almost saves her, seeing as she didn’t have a very decent excuse as to why they needed to end the night early, but there’s little time for relief when the unwelcome hand of a stranger settles on her waist, stealing her attention away from Ino’s.

“You waitin’ for a drink, sweetheart?”

She vaguely registers that the stranger with the breath that reeked of booze was speaking to her, before she’s reacting on instinct.

The grabby hand on her hip is pried off with ease, her strength easily overpowering his in less than a second. No amount of alcohol would be enough to hinder her reflexes. The stranger cries out in shock and pain as she twists his arm back behind him, likely spraining his shoulder with how fast she pushes it into an uncomfortable position. The sly expression on the man’s face is contorted into one of great pain, and only when he begins to cry out for her to stop does she stop pushing. Her desire to feel the bone snap under her strength starts to melt away when she sees tears in his eyes.

“You’re lucky I didn’t break your hands so you’d learn to keep your mitts to yourself” She mutters, releasing him with a slight shove. The drunken stranger stumbles backwards, still sniffling and gawking in shock from the whole ordeal.

The woman he’d tried to pick up is still scowling, and she looks like she’s still undecided in letting him go, the way her lip curls into a snarl and her eyes seem to pierce right through his soul. The man beside her looks no different, rage evident in the way his brows furrow and his jaw is clenched, teeth grinding together roughly. He has one hand on the edge of the bar, as close to where she stands as he could get without pushing himself against her completely. His knuckles are paling by the second, gripping so hard one could almost assume he was about to rip a chunk of oak clean out of the counter. His other hand is on his head, roughly grabbing at the edge of his hat.

Even the non-sorcerer that was this stranger got a bad feeling emanating from the two, and he scurried off without another word. (y/n’s) eyes rolled dramatically at the pathetic display, but as she turned back to Ino, she could almost laugh at the sight of him ready to pull his mask over his face.

“Are you alright?” He asks, and there’s not a crack in his expression as he glances over her with concern pouring out of every pore.

He loses his grip on the bar, hand hovering over her shoulder but not quite touching her, not knowing if physical contact would be a comfort right now. It’s odd, feeling like for once she was the Gojo with the shield of Infinity.

“I’m fine,” She tells him, and she means it, but she can tell he’s not so convinced. “But just out of curiosity, what was your plan here?” She asks, cracking a smile as she flicks the edge of his mask, still bunched up at the top of his head.

“I- I don’t know,” Ino answers sheepishly. “If he didn’t leave you alone I guess I was just gonna wing it” He admits.

She regards him for a moment, letting the answer sink in. Her smile widens a bit when she laughs softly, almost fondly, as she really thinks about it. She softens again, just like she had moments ago, before the creep ruined it.

“Well, for what it’s-”

“Hey, you two need to leave,”

The pair or sorcerers do a double take when one of the bartenders finally gives them their attention, but not for the reason they’d wanted.

“What?” (y/n) asks, certain they had the wrong patrons.

“We weren’t doing anything?” Ino’s brows furrow as the bartender looks them both up and down.

“I don’t care for the details. We can’t have a commotion like that in the bar. If you’re going to cause trouble, do it somewhere else”

“But the guy was the one who-!”

Before Ino could finish his explanation, the bartender was shoving a finger towards the door, an expectant look on their face that told them not to argue any further, unless they wanted to cause more trouble.

“Whatever,” (y/n) huffs. “This bar’s a dump anyways”

And before the bartender could react, she was grabbing Ino by the arm and pulling him away from the bar. She was on a mission for the door, eager to leave a place if she wasn’t wanted. All Ino could do was silently follow along, his mind barely processing the whole ordeal until they were outside, where it was significantly quieter.

It was darker than he’d expected, although he was well aware of the time, it was a shock to be out on the dark sidewalk with the stars on full display above them. He glances up at the sky to admire them for a moment, until realization strikes him and he’s whirling around to look at her again.

“What about our tab?”

(y/n) blinks back at him, her expression unwavering.

“Guess we won’t be welcomed back, either” She says, and Ino stares at her in shock as he processes the statement.

“Well then we better get moving”

(y/n) hadn’t intended to end up at another bar. In fact, before the handsy stranger made things weird, she’d been looking for an excuse to end the night early. However, her words betrayed her when Takuma suggested another little dive not far down the street, and that’s where she found herself now.

This place wasn’t as crowded as the last, so she felt comfortable walking in and claiming a small corner booth. By the time someone came by for their order, she’d already stretched out across the length of the leather cushion, back pressed to the window comfortably. Ino had chuckled at how cozy she’d made herself, but didn’t comment on it.

Once their first round- at this establishment- of drinks came around, he’d excitedly started up their previous game again.

“Would you have really broken that guy’s hands?” He asks, and (y/n) doesn’t even lift her drink to pretend she wouldn’t answer.

“Without a doubt,” She hums, spinning the ice in her glass with her straw. “Sometimes lessons have to be learned the hard way, right?” She asks him with a mischievous grin that tells him she might’ve done worse had the moment felt right. “My turn?” She asks, and he nods, crossing his arms over the table as he gave her his undivided attention. “Which little beast of yours would you have summoned?”

“Kaichi”

He answers with so much bluntness she raises her brows at him, surprised by his complete lack of thought before speaking. She hums, nodding her head in quiet agreement that impaling the stranger with one of those horns would have been the best method of defense.

“Has that… happened before?”

“The random guy hitting on me part? Or the part where I threatened a man’s hands?” She asks, and Ino doesn’t seem to have the proper clarification for her question, so she shrugs, and doesn’t drink to the question.

“No, that’s never happened before”

She takes a few sips after she’s answered, hoping to keep up the buzz she had going. Ino’s fingers tap rhythmically against the table as he processes her answer. He seems unaffected at first, but slowly, confusion begins to seep into his features.

“Wait, so you’re saying no one’s ever hit on you, either?”

“You already asked that one”

“Well then I’m asking again”

(y/n) begins to pull her glass towards her, ready to take another drink, but maybe the alcohol gets on top of her a bit as she answers the question before she could evade it.

“No, I’ve never been hit on. I don’t think, anyways. But I think I’d probably know if I was”

It comes out like word vomit, babbled out like her thoughts were on a direct pipeline to being voiced. She doesn’t mean to share so much, but she finishes with a shrug of her shoulders, and raises her glass to sip some more.

“You really never go out, huh?” He asks, taking a drink as well.

“What, getting hit on is the true price you pay for going out?” She asks with a short laugh, not following the connection between the two. Ino nods his head from side to side, indecisive in his response.

“Not always, just, y’know, figured it’d happen a lot if you didn’t stay in all the time”

By the time he realizes the implications of that statement, it’s already too late. Ino nearly chokes on his drink when (y/n) tilts her head at him, realization slowly flickering over her features.

“You’re saying people would hit on me a lot if I went out more?” She asks skeptically.

He considers pulling his mask over his face in order to conceal the growing heat in his cheeks. Not that it would help, the damage had already been done with his loud mouth.

“I didn’t mean it like that-”

“Well how did you mean it then?” She asks, suddenly swiveling her legs to sit upright against the table, plopping her chin in her hands to study him properly.

She always had a way of looking at him with calculation in her eyes, as if she was sizing him up like a curse. Right now, he doesn’t know what to make of the way she stares at him. There’s that familiar look in her eyes that makes him wonder just what it is she’s looking for, but the softness in her smile was unfamiliar territory, and Ino didn’t have the slightest clue of what to make of it. Was it amusement? Did she take sick joy in watching him fluster and stutter? Or could it be the alcohol to blame? Perhaps it was loosening her up, and any semblance of delight was merely the booze entertaining her. The most outlandish reason would have been fondness, but there simply wasn’t a chance in the freezing depths of hell that she was actually growing fond of his company, was there?

“I just meant, y’know,” He gestures his hand towards her, pathetically trying to explain his thought process. She shakes her head in a small motion, not understanding his poor attempt at reason in the slightest. “Like, you… you’re… you know”

Ino would really rather be anywhere else right now, preferably somewhere that wasn’t so hot his collar was sticking to his neck and his throat was closing up, but then (y/n) begins to laugh, and he huffs out a sigh in aggravation, and ultimately decides to take a long drink.

“Fair enough,” She muses at his choice. “It’s not a terrible assumption to make, I suppose. My brother is acquainted with every eligible man and woman in the city, after all” She says, only half joking. Ino seems to find a great deal of amusement in that, grinning and laughing, although he can’t say he’s that surprised.

“For the record, I wasn’t comparing you to him in that assumption,” He says. “I just figured you’d… attract your own attention” He says.

There’s an undeniable flutter in her chest, and she wished she could say she hated the way it spread a tingle of warmth throughout her entire body. It wasn’t like she’d never received that sort of attention from others, but it had been so long since she entertained the idea that it was starting to feel a little foreign. And having Ino of all people assume that there were a line of suitors out the door waiting for her hand had her insides turning with the near unfamiliar sensation of butterflies.

Her silence is making him anxious, his fingers tapping against the table no longer playing a steady beat. They mimicked the rapid increase in his heartbeat. Wild and unsteady and with no sign of relaxing.

“That so?” When she finally does speak it’s soft, nearly a whisper, as if she didn’t quite believe him. “Are you an expert in that field, then?”

She catches the way his eyes land on his drink, which was now empty, so there wasn’t exactly an out for the question. When his gaze shifts back up to hers, he finds she hasn’t looked away from him yet.

“What field?” He plays dumb, and her smile curls into a slight smirk.

“Flirting, courting, whatever you want to call it” (y/n) answers with ease, fiddling with the straw in her drink as she impatiently waits for his answer. He eyes his empty glass once more.

“No, I’m no expert,” He huffs, a deep frown on his face for having to admit something so embarrassing. “You timed that on purpose”

“I did not!” She argues, but her nervous laughter gives her away. She’s not as good at lying when she’s drunk apparently, and he might just have to store that information for later.

“My drink was empty! That was a trap!”

She has to cover her mouth to try and suppress the giggles coming out of her uncontrollably. He’s still embarrassed, but her laughter was contagious. Anyone passing by or glancing over at the loud laughter pouring out of their booth would assume they were having nothing but a good time. And for a few seconds at a time, Ino could pretend they were, too.

To keep things fair, (y/n) finishes the last few sips of her drink, before sliding both glasses to the end of the table.

“Alright, your turn then,” She says, a small hiccup punctuating the offer. “You must have something good saved up your sleeve?”

He thinks about it for a moment, folding his arms over the table and subconsciously leaning over it to get closer to her. With his eyes wandering the bar as he racks his brain for a good question she couldn’t avoid answering, she was able to properly gaze at him without getting caught. Just like at the previous bar, she gets a little lost in thought as she maps out every feature of his face. There was nothing forgettable about Takuma Ino, but she found herself trying to commit it all to memory anyways.

That flutter in her chest hadn’t gone away, and the longer it prevailed the more she began to sink into the feeling. It’s relaxing, the way time slows down, and the buzz sends goosebumps prickling up her arms. She would have never thought she could find this much comfort in this setting, but to her, this booth was the only thing in her world.

“Would you do this again?” He finally settles on a question, and it’s clear that it’s not what she expected, judging by the way her eyes slightly widen from being caught off guard.

Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out right away. It’s as though he’d wiped her mind completely blank, not even a weak excuse coming to mind. The fuzzy feeling in her chest turns to static, sharp and cold before disappearing completely, leaving behind nothing but an emptiness that stings as it lingers. Her smile slowly falls as reality begins to seep back into their booth, reminding her of why she’d kept him beyond arm’s length all this time.

Deep down, she wonders if she always knew this would happen. She wondered if self preservation took over as soon as she met him because if it hadn’t, she would’ve let him get too close a long, long time ago. Guilt claws it’s way up from her gut to her throat, strangling her to keep her from saying the wrong thing first.

Ino’s sure he already has his answer when she doesn’t say anything right away. It’s written all over her face, the way she winces, and shuffles uncomfortably in her seat. Disappointment doesn’t begin to cover what he feels as he looks away from her, trying and failing to keep his face neutral.

“Got it” He mutters, catching the eye of a passing server and signaling for the check. (y/n) frowns.

“Takuma, I…” She starts, but her throat still burns, and she struggles to find the right thing to say that won’t make things worse. “I tried to tell you that tonight was just-”

“I know,” He replies. It makes her blood run cold, the way his voice lacks it’s usual chipper tone. Now it holds nothing. He’s so painfully emotionless that she almost wishes he would just get angry with her. “You made that clear”

They’re completely silent when a server comes back with the check, the tension turning awkward as soon as another person enters their bubble. They must pick up on it, because they’re quick to bid them a good night before rushing away.

(y/n) drops the money on the table, and Ino’s out of his seat and headed for the door before she could even stand. She huffs as she follows after him, although he stops just outside the door. His heart was too good to leave her completely stranded, even though he wasn’t sure he could take another minute of being around her.

“Takuma, look, it’s not like it’s personal-”

He scoffs, his hands in his pockets as he looks down at her. She’s shocked to see the glare on his features, and if he wasn’t so irritated, he might’ve noticed the hurt on her face from the sharp look.

“If you tell me one more time just how not personal it is, I think I’m going to scream, (y/n),” He snaps, and in all the times she’s had this conversation with him and butted heads, she’s never heard him talk like that. All she can do is stand there pathetically and accept it. “Because it’s bullshit. You know it, I know it, shit, Nanami knows it”

“It’s not,” She mumbles, shaking her head. “It’s not bullshit, I just-”

“You don’t care about anything but becoming Grade One, I know,” He finishes the statement for it. “You don’t care about drinks, and you don’t care about me. Trust me, I remember,”

A pout settles on her lips, and for the first time in a long time, she wants to cry.

“You know I actually-” Ino pauses to let out a humorless laugh, eyes fleeting across the busy streets as he finds twisted amusement in the way he’d fallen for this whole charade. “I actually thought you were having a good time, I actually, stupidly believed that maybe you-” He stops again, not wanting to sound more idiotic than he already did.

After tonight, as soon as they part ways, things would go back to the way they were, and she’d probably pretend nothing ever happened. He’s not sure he was going to be able to survive that, even after all of this time accepting that she had no interest in him. Ino doesn’t think he could go back to the way things were.

But fuck it, if this was going to be the last time she talked to him, he wasn’t going to lay back and take it. He was going to put all the cards on the table.

“You know I care about you, don’t you? You have to know that. Even if you can’t be friends or partners you- you have to know that. You’re not dumb, (y/n), so don’t act like it,”

She has to curl her hands into fists at her sides to keep control of the tears in her eyes. She couldn’t dare let them spill over.

“But you’re so so stubborn, I’ve never met anyone like you,” He huffs, and the smile on his face is conflicting with the way he spits the words out like poison. “You’re nothing like Satoru. I’ve never thought so. All these walls you put up to keep people from getting close to you so you don’t happen to stumble on the same path he did- because that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? You’d rather shelter yourself from everything than risk getting a little hurt?”

Her bottom lip wobbles with emotion, and she turns away so she doesn't have to look at him. She wished some mysterious force would suck her away from this moment and land her in the safety of her bed where she never had to face the consequences of her actions. It was childish, but she couldn’t bear to argue with him right now.

“You’re drunk” She mumbles to the sidewalk.

“You’re drunk,” He repeats incredulously, his hands flying outward. “You think I don’t know you because you won’t, just once, let someone get close to you,” He rants, “But you know what the worst part is, (y/n)? You’re only going to get hurt anyways. And you have,” He gestures to her shoulder, making her defensively hold a hand over where the scars are hidden beneath her clothes. Her brows furrow as she opens her mouth to argue, but he beats her to it. “And then- while I was worried about you, because damn it there was so much blood, I thought you might die, you took it out on me! You got mad at me and pushed me away, again. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”

It’s only when his rant starts to die down that he realizes she’s barely looking at him because her eyes are glossy, and he knows damn well that she’s fighting every urge to cry. He doesn’t know if she’s emotionally on edge because of him, or the alcohol making her sensitive, but either way, he sighs in defeat, and his shoulders slump from the weight of all of the thoughts he’d been carrying for the last few months.

“I- I know that you care,” She says weakly, her voice more strained than she would have liked. “I just don’t get it, okay? It doesn’t make sense. You don’t make sense. I don’t- I- I can’t-” Her stutters come out in a whimper and she’s looking away again, desperately trying to compose herself before she could do something embarrassing.

There were still people out and about even this late into the night, more than enough people to overhear their argument in the middle of the sidewalk. Normally, she’d call her brother’s driver and leave without putting up with this argument. But she can’t bring herself to do such a thing right now. Not with the way he’s looking at her like she just destroyed the moon and all of it’s stars.

“My whole life has been wasted trying to prove something that I- that just isn’t possible,”

The admission comes out in a shaky whisper. She’s never voiced it before, but now is as good a time as any of he’s really so desperate to understand why she was wired this way.

“I don’t even understand why I was born, Takuma. My parents had no interest in me. They already had Satoru. For as long as I could remember, I was only around to follow behind my big brother while the entire world bent over backwards to give him everything. Attention, money, fame, candy apples- that’s what’s bullshit,” It comes out bitter and nasty, her nose wrinkling as she thinks back to every event she was forced to dress up and go to, only to be ignored, cast aside, and forgotten about completely while Satoru skipped around and received everything he could ever want. “And I just can’t- can’t understand what anyone could ever want from me, I have nothing,”

She hadn’t noticed the tears leaking from her eyes until there’s a pair of warm hands cupping her face, thumbs gently pushing them away. She doesn’t want to look at him, not with all of the shame she felt just being comforted by him, but a stronger part of her can’t help but stare at him. She hadn’t expected such sudden gentleness from him, and she hadn’t realized just how long it had been since someone had last comforted her. When was the last time someone wiped her tears? Or touched her so softly that even in the frigid evening brought warmth to her skin?

“Explain it to me,” She pleas quietly. “Why- why would you possibly want to be around me?”

Her eyes shift between his, but he’s too focused on clearing away each tear rolling down her cheeks. She sniffles, and her hands reach up to grab his wrists. Ino thinks she might yank him away, but she doesn’t. She simply stands there with a solid grip on him.

“You are drunk,” He says quietly, just a hint of amusement in his eyes as he finally meets her sorrowful gaze. “Don’t cry, (y/n), I didn’t mean to make you cry,”

But it’s too late, she can’t stop the tears from streaming down her face now.

“I told you, I care about you, we’re partners, yeah?” He offers, but her expression is unrelenting. “Have you considered maybe I don’t want you to get hurt, either?”

Tears stick to her lashes when she blinks, and she has to bite down on her cheek to keep her lips from trembling. He’s so close that he’d be sure to notice, but he also notices the clench in her jaw.

Every instinct she’d trained herself on is telling her to push him away. Even if it meant physically shoving him off of her. He’s too close in every sense of the word, breaching every wall she’d built brick by brick.

But something else nags at her, something far more sinister and cruel. It pushes her forward, and has her clenching her hands around his wrists tighter as she stands before him in all of her pathetic glory. Tears still pouring down her cheeks and her lower lip still wobbling, she swallows her pride.

“I’m sorry,”

It’s quiet, but not because it’s ingenuine. In fact it’s the opposite. With a raw throat came a strained voice, so full of emotion she couldn’t possibly raise her voice any louder than the murmur that came out.

Ino blinks, his eyes widening in the slightest as he stares back at her in shock. The entire night had been full of surprises, but now it had certainly taken a turn and set him on a path where he could see no clear ending.

“Takuma, I’m- I’m so sorry,” She continues, eyes glossing over again. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away, I shouldn’t have said all those terrible things to you I- I didn’t mean any of it,”

She’s shaking her head so rapidly it makes her a bit dizzy with the alcohol still in her system, but she doesn’t care if she sways a little. She only wants to convey to him just how serious she was, and how important it was to her that he understood that.

“I think… I think you’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever met,” She continues, and slowly, the tears come to a stop. “I’ve never known anyone as… as caring as you,”

Her voice softens, a nervous shyness creeping in for admitting something so vulnerable. But she wasn’t sure if she’d ever work up the courage to say something like this to him again, so it was now or never.

“And I know you’d never hurt me, b-because I’m… I’m the one who was hurting you,” He opens his mouth, likely to argue with that statement, but she was quick to keep going before he got the chance to interrupt. “But I don’t think you understand that… that losing you would mean hurting me, too” She finishes, brows pinched together as they both sit for a moment to process it all.

Ino sighs, his thumbs wiping away the last of her tears, yet he keeps his hands cupped around her face. A part of him was paranoid that if he let her go now, she might slip away once and for all. The other, louder part knew that with the grip she had on his arms, neither one of them were going anywhere.

And so he tells her just that.

“I’m not going anywhere,” He assures her, a confident smile stretching across his face. “You’re not losin’ me. Promise”

She snorts at that, the tiniest of laughs escaping her in a mere breath.

“You can’t promise something like that,” She scolds. “In this line of-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ino shakes his head dismissively. “Too late. Already promised. So it’s set in stone,”

She stares up at him with wide eyes, so lost in trying to understand him in his entirety that she doesn’t even know what to say next. Had he forgiven her so easily? How could he say such a thing with as much assurance as he did?

“As long as you can promise to drop the tough guy act and just… be the tough guy you already are,” He says, only half kidding, “Then I can promise that I’m not leaving you” He offers, tilting his head to the side as he gazes down at her fondly, admiring the way the corners of her lips begin to twitch into a smile.

“Okay,” She whispers, so quiet he only knew she said it from the way her lips moved around the word. “I promise” ___

From that day forward, (y/n) worked more and more to loosen up around him. It wasn’t easy at first, and the first day was the hardest. The Monday back at work was a bit awkward, after she’d spent an entire weekend nursing a hangover, with an overbearing brother pestering her for the details. Ino had brought her and Nanami coffee that first morning, and she’d made an effort to eat her lunch with him every day that week.

Then the week after that she began to accompany him on his coffee runs as well, spending the extra time chatting mindlessly and getting to know one another better.

A few weeks after that the two of them went out for drinks one evening, until that too became a part of the routine. Once a month or so they’d go out to any new bar Ino could find and waste away as much of an evening as they could.

Slowly but surely, partnership grew into genuine friendship- something (y/n) hadn’t felt for a long, long time. And Ino made sure to never let her forget it. Whether it was remembering her favorite drink order, or watching an entire series she’d said she liked one time, he took her companionship seriously. The more she got to know him, the harder he made it not to fall for him.

But, god, was falling for him one of the easiest things that’s ever come to her in this life. It was unavoidable, unstoppable, uncontrollable. No matter how much she tried to fight it, the way her heart raced whenever he was around was distinct to feelings only he could spark. And the way her eyes searched for him first in a crowd was more than enough proof that her fondness for him had grown well past platonic.

It might have been silly to be surprised by her feelings when she’d finally realized that’s what the swell in her chest was all about. After the incident that was their drunken night out where she’d torn herself apart at the seams before him- they don’t talk about that night, and she can’t help but wonder if he’s doing it out of favor for her, or if he’s just as embarrassed about it as she was- she found herself getting lost when thinking about him more often.

It ranged anywhere from how his eyes were their prettiest when they would leave Jujutsu Tech in the early evening. With the sun low in the sky, rays of light caught them just right and made them appear to be the most brilliant, shining amber she’s ever seen.

Satoru loved to brag about his baby blues to anyone who would listen, throwing his shades off with dramatic flare as he’d bat his eyelashes at unsuspecting victims. Ever so full of himself, he loved the attention he’d get for the outrageously bright blue hue of his eyes. When directed at her, (y/n) tended to scoff and tell him that his Six Eyes was far more worthy of bragging about than the damn color of them.

More recently, she’d shrugged her shoulders before directing her attention elsewhere. “I prefer brown eyes” She’d told him carelessly. At the time he’d pouted over it, whining about how his little sister thought he was ugly. But ever since seeing her grow closer to her partner, he had a sneaking suspicion he knew who’s brown eyes she was talking about.

As much as she indulges herself in these thoughts- wondering how soft his lips were, remembering how gentle his hands had been when he’d touched her- she knows she can’t act on them. Not after everything she’d already put him through getting their working relationship this far. If she were to admit to him now that she was catching romantic feelings for him, it would be humiliating. And she was humiliated enough as it is. So she swore to herself they would remain hidden deep, deep down, under a lock and key- with said metaphorical key being thrown into a fire and melted down into a clump of misshapen chunk metal. Then she threw that metaphorical chunk of metal into a metaphorical ocean. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

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hathorneheiress · 6 months ago

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Midnight cuddles

Avery's POV

The wind howled fiercely as the doors to my outside patio shook with each gust of wind.

Hurricane Ivy was surely making her mark in meteorology history. of that I was confident.

Living in Connecticut almost all my life, I wasn't used to the extreme weather with now living in Texas.

Pulling the oversized comforter tighter around me I tried to relax in the very comfortable king-sized bed. Jameson had disappeared. Again.

The fact that my boyfriend disappeared once almost every 2 weeks wasn't too concerning. He always came back.

But tonight was different. The wild storm playing outside the doors did nothing to calm my nerves as I tried, and failed, to calm myself that Jameson was perfectly fine. Wearever the hell he was. My boyfriend lived for danger and thrills. Risks and dares were a second language to him. And I'd have to admit, sometimes for myself.

And then, as if summoned by some unholy magic, Jameson walked in soaked from head to toe.

"Are you alright?" I asked immediately sitting up.

"Are you actually worried about me?" Jameson Hawthorne flashed me his signature smirk.

"Of course I am." I replied indignantly. "If you weren't so reckless I wouldn't have to worry so much."

"But I thought that is what you liked about me Heiress?"

"You being stupid?"

"No. My fearlessness."

"Oh you're fearless alright."

"But the question is are you fearless Heiress?" He gave a devilish smile as he advanced toward the bed.

"Very. But don't you dare get on the bed all soaked. I don't feel like getting wet.

Jameson gave a fake pout.

I giggled. "Get changed, then we'll see."

A few minutes Jameson came back with no shirt and just dark blue sweat pants. His hair was stick dripping wet, but he was longer criminally close to get everything wet.

Crawling up beside me, he snaked his lanky arm around my waist pulling me in. I allowed it.

"So, where were you?" I had to ask.

"Went for a walk."

"In the rain?"

"Sometimes I need to do that."

"You can always talk to me if you need to."

"I know." He squeezed me while kissing me on the cheek. "You smell good."

"And you smell like rain and dirt."

"So I'm guessing I don't smell good."

"Not really. But that's ok. I still love you." It was my turn to kiss him.

"And I love you too."

"Really? Even when I annoy you?"

"You never annoy me."

I gave him a look.

"Ok, maybe a little. But I mean it Heiress. I love you. And it's not just for you're looks or smart brain. I love you're determination and willingness to help others. To stand up for yourself and pure heart. And mostly for putting up with me."

He paused for a breath and I took that moment to pull him in and passionately kiss him. He returned it heartily. Running my hand through his hair we stayed there for several minutes.

So invested we were that we didn't hear the sound of a camera going off. Looking up in shock we saw Xander standing there with his phone out.

"What are you doing in here?!" Jameson was outraged. "There is something called knocking."

"I did. No one answered. And I can see why." Xander gave a smirk.

"What do you need?" I wanted smack Xander so hard.

"I was seeing Jameson was finally home. Nash was worried about him. I see he is. I have proof."

"Don't you dare." Jameson looked like he was going to murder Xander.

"Dare what?" he asked innocently. "Send this to Nash and Grayson? Opps! I did!"

Jameson was up in an instant. "Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne! You get back here right now!" He threatened as Xander ran out of the room in top speed.

As mortified as I should have been, I wasn't. I laughed falling back on the pillows.

Just another night at Hawthorne House.

This is for all the AveryJameson fans out there.

Scroll down for a funny bonus part with all the brothers.

Bonus part

Nash's phone dinged five times.

"what the heck?" He thought. It was 12 in the morning. Grayson would never text him this late and Jameson usually was with Avery. So he guessed it must have come from Xander. And he was right.

He was greeted with a very in criminating photo of Avery and Jameson passionately kissing. Underneath Xander wrote:

"Jameson is home!"

"With Avery!"

"I found them like this"

Nash shook his head. There was no privacy in Hawthorne House. Ironic, since it was a massive place.

He replied. "Xander, get out of there. That is none of you're business."

A text quickly came back.

Xander: "Help!! Jameson is going to murder me!"

He mush have sent it as a group text because a text from Grayson came through.

"Good for him. Saves me from doing it."

Xander: "NOT NICE!!!"

"Alright, you 2 stop." Even texting Nash was having to keep them from killing each other.

"Xander deserves it!" Jameson had now joined the chat.

Xander: "I do not! I promise I didn't send it to anyone else.. Stop chasing me.

Grayson: You're texting while running?

Xander: YES"

Grayson: Stop being stupid.

Jameson: Yeah Xander. Stop doing stupid things.

Grayson: I was talking to both of you."

Nash decided he needed to join in before it got any worse.

Nash: ALRIGHT! You all stop. Jameson stop chasing Xander. Xander stop taking photos of people without their permission. And Grayson.. well, stop making things worse by being yourself.

Grayson: I'm going to pretend you didn't just insult me. I'm leaving.

Jameson: Good! We didn't want you here anyways.

Nash: Jamie shut up.

Jameson was quiet, so Nash guessed he finally gave up with Xander.

Just another night at Hawthorne Hous

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kyhgwts · 2 years ago

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summary: when Theo can’t help but fall for his best friend…s

WARNINGS: voyeurism, daddy kink, rough sex, crying (in a good way), pet names (sweetheart, baby, princess, mamas), AFTERCARE (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco and Theo) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Dom!Draco, Shy!Theo, Fem!reader

tags: @dr4cosimp @jessetalexis-blog tagging you guys since you convinced me to finish this <3

You and Draco had noticed Theo’s odd behavior, he wouldn’t talk as much around you two and he would fidget. At first you guys thought it was his anxiety, but after actually paying attention you both came to a conclusion. Theo is unconditionally and inevitably in love with both of you. (you catch that)

At first, you two just kinda enjoyed the way Theo would tense up around you two. You both wanted Theo, but you also wanted fun.

‘Listen, and then he’ll watch i know he will.’ Draco explained, you listened intently on your boyfriends idea.

‘What if he doesn’t?’ you say, Draco gives you a stare.

‘He’s been a complete mess for the past few weeks, you think he wouldn’t take the chance to watch us fuck if he had it?’ Draco asked and you ponder on it.

And that’s how you ended up here, Draco smashing into you. Not even a minute into sex you honestly forgot Theo was most likely watching, too drunk on lust.

Theo was indeed watching, Blaise had told him to give something to Draco which he was annoyed but did it anyway and he’s so glad he did.

Standing there, the door slightly open with you riding Draco. It had Theo in shock when he first heard it, but even more in shock when he actually saw it.

He was sweating, almost bursting out of his pajama pants. He knew it was wrong, but who leaves the door cracked open when having sex?!?! (people who want you to catch them)

Hearing your small whimpers, mixed with Draco’s hushed praises made Theo feral. It was like he got trapped, he couldn’t move he was stuck watching you.

‘Theo, come in’ Draco’s voice was firm, making you flinch and making Theo panic. He froze.

well shit.

He watched Draco whisper to you, you whimpered and turned around to see Theo frozen in the wide open door.

Draco had held you down, keeping you from moving. You whimpered pushing at his chest, still stuck in the moment. You push your head down onto Draco’s chest when he grabbed your wrists and placed them behind you.

‘I’m not letting her move till you come in Theodore.’ Draco said, you whine trying to move completely forgetting all about what was happening.

‘W- what?’ Theo’s voice was shaky and unsure, Draco could see the big gulp Theo took.

‘Theoooo just come in please’ you whine, begging him to come in just like Draco had asked you to.

Theo reluctantly slowly walked in shutting the door behind him, he had no idea what was going on.

‘come here’ Draco waved Theo over, still keeping you from moving getting you irritated.

‘i- what’s going on’ Theo said, barley above a whisper.

‘don’t ask questions’ Draco said standing up still holding you to him, you cling onto him like a little koala and Theo wants to melt.

‘sit down’ Draco points to where he was just sitting, Theo hadn’t even argued making his way to sit on the bed.

Once he was sat down Draco followed him placing you between Theo’s legs, all while he stayed planted inside you. Theo froze when your naked body was placed between his legs, your bare back hitting his bare chest.

‘You know Theo, when princess told me that she thought you might like her i was infuriated,’ Draco began, Theo stared at Draco with pure and wide eyed full of love.

‘But then she proceeded to say that she thinks you like me as well, and i just thought what? there’s no way, you can’t want two people at the same time but was i wrong? yes i was. Because you managed to do it, and you made us fall for you just as you fell for us.’ Draco said, Theo just stared in shock.

‘is this a joke? what- are you guys messing around’ Theo looked panicked and nervous, Draco grinned.

‘No. it is not, but you have 5 seconds to deny. I can’t hold up our baby any longer.’ he said. Theo stared down at you and you were mad, brows furrowed with a frown as Draco held down you hips.

‘our?’ Theo asks cautiously, Draco smirks looking down at you. You look up at Theo and he looks back almost letting out a groan when you smile and it looks so sweet and innocent all while you had Draco’s cock stuffed in you.

‘yes.’ Draco says ‘are you going to leave or stay?’ he said, Theo looked away from you back to Draco and swallowed thickly.

‘stay.’ he whispered.

Theo was not that well experienced, he’s only been with one girl and that was at a party and he doesn’t even remember it all that well.

When theo thought he couldn’t get anymore harder, Draco began to rock into you again making you move back and hit Theo’s boner each thrust. You whine grabbing onto Theo’s legs making him fall even more in love.

‘y/n is very clingy, especially during sex. She likes to grab and hold onto things when she feels good,’ Draco spoke as if you weren’t there, and technically you weren’t. Lost in your own world of lust, the feeling of him hitting so deep.

Theo smelt wonderful, of course Draco did too but Theo’s smell was refreshing and calming.

‘Do you like that Theo?’ Draco asked taking notice of the way Theo reacted to your little hands (compared to Theo’s broom thighs) clutching to his thighs.

Theo looked down and you looked lost, eyes glossed over and mouth agape as you looked at Draco.

‘She can be hard to please, but once you get her like this? you’ll have her withering and thrashing in your arms.’ Draco said to Theo making him gulp.

‘Mm!’ you pushed at his chest.

‘Watch this Theo’ Draco whispered, Theo watched as he picked up one of your legs putting it on his shoulder. Theo almost came in his pants when you cried out throwing you head back mouth hung open.

‘Daddy!’ you whined, Theo went wide eyed.

‘oh yeah i forgot, she does that too.’ Draco said grinning at Theo’s obvious liking of it.

Draco pulled out making you whine and pout sitting up to grab onto him. He just leaned down and whispered in your ear, you looked back at Theo and he froze.

‘Theo wouldn’t you be such a gentleman and help our baby cum?’ Draco said, Theo stumbled on his words in shock.

‘um- yeah… yeah ok’ he said nervously, you smile happily making him smile.

Once you were all repositioned, Draco behind Theo as Theo was between his legs and you straddling Theo.

You help Theo pulled down his pajama pants till his cock sprang free. You grabbed it like nothing making his buck his hips. You giggle like a little kid with candy.

You felt Draco’s hands hold your waist still making you pout. You felt Theo’s right hand fall onto Draco’s that was holding you still, you whine pushing at Theo’s shoulders.

‘Don’t let her tell you what to do Theodore.’ Draco whispered, pulling you forward so you fall down on top of Theo.

‘She might seem sweet and innocent, but she’s not Theo.’ Draco said, making you furrow your brows and stick out your tongue to Draco.

Before you could put much thought into it Theo was already entering you making you sigh at the feeling. Theo moaned at the feeling of you.

He began to help you rock back and forth as Draco watched. You have your mouth hung open and you are making noises that only Draco knows what they mean.

‘Like i told you Theo, she’s not sweet or innocent. Don’t be afraid to fuck her’ Draco said, Theo groaned.

‘I don’t want to hurt her’ Theo said in a broken whisper, Draco let out a chuckle.

‘You won’t hurt her, i promise. Fuck her hard. you’ll thank me later.’ Draco said, and who was Theo to deny that?

You gasped clawing at Theo as he started to pound up into you, now not being able to control yourself as you twitched and thrashed in his hold wanting more and more.

‘UGH! Theo’ you cried out falling limp, pulling both boys together as you held onto them. The mix of both their sent making you absolutely insane.

‘That’s not his name y/n.’ you heard Draco whisper to you, you go wide eyed. You’ve never called anyone else daddy except Draco.

‘Daddy’ it was a barley whispered moan, that Theo absolutely caught and he moaned.

Theo began to hit deeper, making you shake and wither.

‘good Theo, look at what you’re doing to her’ Draco guided. You were too cock drunk to even process anything anymore.

you grab onto Theo your nails digging into his back, you head laid on his shoulder. He groaned head leaning back, falling onto Draco.

‘fucking hell’ Theo mumbled, Draco grinned.

You whine, getting closer and closer to your end. Theo shivered as your hot breath fanned on his neck. Draco leaned down kissing your forehead, Theo made a deep throat sound when Draco turned to his neck giving it an open mouthed kiss.

You head Draco whisper to Theo but you were too lost in lust to hear. Then you felt Theo’s hand move down towards the dip of your hip. On the other side of Theo’s head Draco was telling him what to do.

You felt Theo’s thumb slowly make its way to your clit making you jump.

‘AH! i- i mmm’ your eyes start to water, mouth agape.

‘spank her Theo’ Draco told him, you weren’t even there at this point.

‘w-what’ Theo stumbled over his words, Draco grabbed onto you.

‘Spank her. do it.’ Draco said, voice firm. Theo hesitated before laying a small hit, it was way to soft but it caught your attention nonetheless.

‘harder.’ Draco said, Theo froze. Of course Theo was scared, he had a reason to be. He’s never really been with a girl and what Draco was telling him to do was making him nervous.

Draco got impatient, landing a hard smack making you cry out in pleasure all while Theo whimpers when you clench down on him.

Your body locks, limps burning. Draco started to help move your hips, as well as Theo who was hitting up into you.

‘i- i’m gonna-‘ you were out of breath and tears rolling down your eyes.

You yelled out in pleasure, releasing onto Theo going completely limp in both the boys’ hold.

‘Can you hold up a little longer for Theo sweetheart, hm?’ Draco whispered to you, you nod.

Theo continues to fuck into you, until he lifts you up and pulling himself out before coming undone. Never in your life would you have thought you could find sounds as beautiful as Draco’s, but here you were.

You tried catching your breath, but you were moved now laying on your back under Draco.

Now that Theo could see your face he started to freak.

‘did i hurt her?!?’ he rushed over, Draco stopped his movements.

‘no, she’s okay. Just a little distant’ Draco explained.

He pulled you into a sitting position, back to the headboard.

‘Go get me a cloth, wet half of it with warm water’ he said, Theo stumbled out of the bed rushing to get a cloth.

‘Still with me mamas?’ Draco asked tapping your cheek, you nod eyes heavy. He gave you a quick forehead kiss, smiling when you let out a small smile.

Theo walked back handing the cloth to Draco, Draco took it cleaning you up. Once he was done he threw the cloth into dirty clothes.

Theo had gotten himself cleaned up, he watched as Draco got off the bed walking to the bathroom. Theo watched you, eyes glossed over mascara smeared under your eyes. You still seemed so calm, even after what you just went through. Peacefully humming as your fingers tapped at your thigh.

Theo’s heart melted when you let out a small yawn, Draco walked back with multiple things.

‘Why don’t you sit with her Theo’ Draco said, Theo got onto the bed and you immediately got between his legs head dropping on his chest.

‘Can you hold her hair back for me?’ Draco asked Theo, to which he immediately did.

Theo watched as Draco opened the small package taking out a wipe, Theo assumed was makeup wipes as Draco began to clean your face with it.

Theo felt so… peaceful. You both gave him a peaceful aura, contrasting with what you were all just doing not even 5 minutes ago.

You’re eyes were closed as Draco held your face in his hand while the other dragged the wipe across your face making sure to get everything off.

Once he was done, he grabbed a small bottle which was lotion? He put some on his hand before rubbing it in and putting it on your face.

Draco kissed your cheek when he was done getting up to put everything back.

‘is he always like that with you?’ Theo whispered softly, because it was weird to see Draco such a way.

‘mhm’ you mumbled ‘love ‘em’ you smile softly. Theo thought about the fact that Draco was not what everyone perceived him as.

‘Most times we’ll take showers, but he could tell i was too tired this time. He’s gonna come back with underwear and one of his shirts. And he’ll help me put it on. I never have to move a muscle, i love it’ you grin, Theo let’s out a small laugh.

Sure enough, Draco came back with one of his shirts and underwear for you. Helping you put it on, all while you bathed in the feeling of sex afterglow.

He was a loving man, truly. Draco went back to clean himself up, leaving you there curled up under the blankets with Theo, he asked you questions.

‘How come he doesn’t just act like that with everyone else?’ Theo says, you shake your head.

‘he doesn’t like it, you know you’re really a special person if your seeing him like this Theo.’ you say, Theo smiled.

‘He may look and act scary, he’s really just a sweetie’ you say grinning, Theo letting out a chuckle.

When Draco came back it was a weird sensation that Theo had felt.

‘you’re really a special person if your seeing him like this Theo’

damn right he was.

Guys… i’ve never been a fan of the nickname mamas but… thinking about Draco saying it sent me into a spiral.

#draco lucius malfoy #foryou #dom/sub #fluff #smut is life #draco x y/n x theo #soft!draco malfoy #shy!theo #why did this turn kinda sappy…#i’m also pmsing #kyhgwts #i’m not okay #i’m bad at tagging

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Catch the Wind Ch. 15: All About Fundamentals

This chapter is NSFW for sexual situations~ AO3 Link Here!

There was no manual on how to greet someone who just turned into an animal in front of your eyes.The stag shifted it’s head side to side, eyeing her with anxious blinks. He lowered his head, careful not to hit her with the antlers that branched out around her. Lily lifted her hand and slowly guided it to the top of the stag’s head. The animal leaned into her touch, closing its eyes and making a soft humming noise. An ear twitched in contentment.

“James?”

The stag’s eyes blinked open again, nuzzling her hand further around its snout before taking two steps backwards into the treeline. As quick as he had transformed, he was human again.

It could have all been some sort of fever dream if James hadn’t now been standing nearly naked apart from a thin fur cloak which had matched the stag’s coat. His glasses laid near his feet, having been torn off during his transformation. Lily hadn’t realized that she had gone from standing, to kneeling, to sitting on the forest floor, staring in the direction of the many forms her boyfriend had taken in the last minute or so.

“Ok, we can talk now.” He pulled the cloak tight, but Lily could tell it wasn’t the cold that was bothering him. His eyes, unclouded by glasses, quivered in her direction. She had seen James in many compromising positions, but this seemed to be the most raw of them all. She could feel his anticipation suffocating the space.

“You’re—You’re brilliant.”

It wasn’t the response he had expected. His face went from addled, to shocked, to pure joy in the matter of seconds. He took a step towards her, unclear with how to compose himself.

“How—” She looked everywhere. At the supposed fake sky of the room, at the brook that babbled a soundtrack into the space, at her boyfriend, her boyfriend who was—he was—

“It’s all about fundamentals,” he made it sound nonchalant, “getting the actual animagus form just takes practice.”

There were a thousand questions. A thousand feelings running through her brain. Some stemming from the absolute insanity that he had mastered such a skill at a young age, others about the sheer danger, not to mention law breaking, he was creating by having such a talent. She felt herself drowning in it, in all of the many facets that led to James Potter being one of the most brilliant people she had ever met.

“Do it again.”

James placed his hands on his hips, leaned his head back and gave a hearty laugh that frightened a group of birds perched in the nearby trees.

“So I take it you aren’t angry with me?”

Lily swung her legs so they were now under her. The anxiety from James’ features was starting to melt and his cocky self was beginning to shine back into his face.

“Depends. Are you going to show me again or not?”

James raised an eyebrow, then disappeared again, leaving the same stag from before in his place. This time, the animal had no hesitation, he walked up to the seated Lily and she immediately reached her hands to meet him. She caressed his face, ran her hands up his antlers, down his back, taking her time to feel and see that every inch of him was in fact pure animal. She could feel her mouth agape and she knew if James had the capability to laugh at her he would. After running her hands down his back a few more times, he stepped away again and James reappeared in human form, once again pulling his cloak against his naked body.

“Gotta say, it's very weird to be pet—something I could really get used to.”

Lily was still too shocked to react to his quip. James sat down next to her, searching her face for any indication that she was ok.

“I know you probably have so many things to say to me—and I promise to answer them. But I have solemnly sworn not to reveal a good bit until all of us can be together.”

All of us.

Lily sat dumbfounded. She wished she knew what to say or how to say it, but every time she took a breath to speak, her vocal cords protested. Her mind felt like it was being thrown in a wind tunnel. Images of past conversations between Snape, between herself and any of the marauders passed through her mind. She racked her brain for signs, for how she could have possibly seen this coming. James sat by her quietly, leaning back on his hands and giving her space to think. She was almost about to give up, accept that she had been blindsided, until like a light in a far off tunnel, it all came to her.

“Animals!” She exclaimed. Some birds chattered angrily at the noise.

“Uhm, very good Evans. Animagus do turn into animals.” Even his cheekiness sounded unsure.

“No, you git—of course I know that— I meant to say, werewolves don’t attack animals!”

James tensed up. His head snapped to look in front of him rather than at Lily and he began to feign an interest in the mountainside.

“Always the top student.” He said in a whisper. It was clear he knew the jig was up. How could he not? After seeing him cut to shreds in sixth year and her coming to sleep with him every full moon as a clear intent to check on him. Remus was right, she was no fool, they needed to stop treating her like one.

“You did this for Remus.”

There was a pause, then he responded slowly. “We wanted to help him–and so far it’s been working.”

“How long have you—”

“We’ve known since second. Finally got our animagus forms in fifth.”

Lily pulled her knees to her chest and ran her hands through her hair.

“Christ.”

If she was being honest, she didn’t know what she had expected, but it wasn’t this.

“Lily?”

She didn’t respond. It was all too much. The writing on the quidditch pitch, her talk with Sirius, the confirmation that not only was one of her mates an actual werewolf, but her own boyfriend was using highly skilled magic to spend time with him, no, to help him. Emotions fought to be at the forefront of her mind, ranging from complete utter adoration to alarming anxiety.

She must have been quiet for a while because when she finally became present again in the forest, he had already wrapped his arms around her and was cradling her head against his bare chest. Now back from her fugue state, she could smell earth mixed with James’ usual smell of spice. She knew it wasn’t the first time she had smelled it before.

“Lily, I'm so sorry. For everything.” He began to ramble. About the words written on the quidditch pitch, about the secrets that he had been keeping, about the many whys and hows surrounding Remus and their animagus form, about overall how incredibly dumb and risky he was being for all of it. Lily listened, hearing more of his jagged heartbeat than his actual words. After he seemed to have spent all his voice, Lily took her chance to finally respond. She took his face in her hands, regarded the sharp hazel eyes that were rimmed with doubt, and closed the gap between their lips.

The tension in his body dropped like a curtain. Her lips were soft and reassuring, giving a few lingering kisses on his lips before slowly moving around his face, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids. She moved like honey, treasuring the soft breaths he made, how his head tilted up towards her, how his eyes fluttered closed, like a child being lulled to sleep by the comfort of a perfectly balanced world.

When she made it back to his mouth, his hands had curved around her. Cradling her back down onto the forest floor and hovering over her. With hands no longer attending to it, his cloak furrowed open, leaving him completely nude against her, the cloak like enormous wings that enveloped them both away from the autumn air.

They had been more intimate than this many times before, but this time felt different. Instead of burning heat and the claw of desire, they both moved like they were submerged in water. His hand took its time to caress each spot of skin after unbuttoning a part of her blouse. Her hands slid down his bare chest, around his back, over his bum, still unable to comprehend how this form, this man, had been able to be something else entirely just moments ago.

He kissed his way slowly down her middle. Now with her blouse open, her breasts stood taut against him and he made a lazy path down to her nipple, swirling his tongue around the swell before taking the flat tip into his mouth. He used his hand to caress the other and Lily braided her hands through his hair, holding him against her as he worked in a meticulous manner.

She wanted him. Just like all of the other times, she wanted him badly. But the fire within her now was a radiating, glowing heat, not the fiery burn of lust. He was like the feel of the sun when winter was ending and the world was born anew. She wanted his breath to be hers, for their bodies to conjoin and remain together, a perfect completion of a severed soul.

He must have felt it too, because once he serviced both of her breasts fully with his mouth, he hovered back over her lips, using his tongue to softly prod her mouth open.

“If you will let me, I would like to be inside you.”

She opened her eyes to see him staring back, deep and wide. It came tumbling out.

“James, I love you.”

His body shook. The hand that was holding himself over her gave way and he faltered a bit. She watched how her words made his eyes go from wide to impossibly all-seeing, like he had watched the creation of a new star and was in awe of nature’s beauty.

She grasped both sides of his face, keeping him steady in front of her.

“I love you too, Lily.”

A dam broke in his mind. After saying it, all the energy that moved so lazily before picked up speed and intention. Words started pouring from his mouth, unable to control the river of emotion boiling up inside him. I love you I love you, oh merlin Lily I love you.

He was kissing her neck, her shoulders, running his hands around her body as though seeing it for the first time. Lily laughed, feeling slap-happy, like some sort of ethereal being who had just come to earth. She let James rediscover her body and held his close against hers.

After a moment, she found his hands with hers and pulled them up to her heart, cradling them against her chest. James allowed it, looking at her quizzically, hungry to keep experiencing her body, now in love.

“James–”

He nuzzled his nose against where her neck and collar met, opening his mouth and leaving little nips as he went. His hardness which had never left since they started, remained pressed to her thigh like a reminder.

“I would like you to be inside me now.”

He made a small hum of contentment, lifted his body back above hers and moved himself against her center. His eyes were fixed on hers, his cheeks ruddy with the autumn wind and the general high of being in love. Lily moved a hand to the back of his thigh, guiding his lower half to move forward and finally enter her.

His first thrust was slow and deliberate, feeling every bit of her as he went until he was fully inside. He started to thrust back and forth, a hand resting on her neck while another hiked her thigh up and around his waist for a better angle.

Lily’s head leaned back, mouth open and emitting noises she had only ever made for him. He started to speed up, taking the thigh that wasn’t wrapped around him and led it to do the same. She arched her back and he swooped down to take her nipple into his mouth once more. The sound of skin hitting skin reverberated through the forest around them.

Lily could feel his thrusting start to get more erratic, his body clenched from inside her. Knowing what would come soon, she took hold of both of his forearms and pulled him in the direction of the ground. She wasn’t strong enough to sway him, and he slowed his movements and arched an eyebrow in question.

“Let me ride you.”

He didn’t need any more explanation. With a low moan, he followed where her arms had been tugging him and laid himself onto the forest floor. Pulling herself off of him to switch positions, she took the opportunity to duck her head down and take his cock into her mouth for one long teasing lick from his base to the tip. Oh fuck, oh christ Lily. The unexpected sensation made him quiver underneath her. Lily released him with a pop of her mouth and giggled at his frazzled response.

Impatient now, he grabbed her arms and ushered her to mount him. She nestled him into her folds, letting the wetness from her center glide over him while he threw his head back and continued to spew a string of expletives.

“Lily–please.”

She arched an eyebrow, excited to have so much power over him for once. She hovered herself higher, no longer touching but allowing his tip to align with her entrance. Slowly, barely moving at all, she lowered herself until his tip stretched at her opening before pulling back off. James’ head whipped up, eyes now burning. He grabbed for her sides and she stopped him, placing a warning hand over his.

She locked eyes with him as she lowered down again, just enough to tease his tip with her entrance before moving back up again. His mouth hung open, eyes now pleading.

“Merlin, you’re killing me.”

She giggled again then leaned down, finally taking him all the way inside her. He made a sigh of relief, and started aiding her hips to move up and down on him. She leaned forward, letting him catch one of her breasts in his mouth while his other hand moved down in between them to rub her clit. She made a broken noise as his fingers kept rhythm with her thrusts.

She could feel the burning in her stomach mounting, each thrust barrelling towards the pleasure locked in her very core. It snuck up on her and she trembled over him in release, crying his name as he continued thrusting upwards into her, holding her face so he could watch her eyes flood with climax.

Her legs and hips were spent from their work riding him. James flipped them again, putting Lily back onto the ground without ever slipping out of her. His thrusts were harder now, more intentioned. The fingers that had been rubbing her clit earlier were still wet from her come, and she pulled the hand to her mouth, taking the affected fingers with her tongue. At the sight, James’ eyes dilated. She could feel his body twitch under hers, then with a strangled cry, she felt the rush of him releasing into her.

He let his body fall to the ground, pulling her in to curl against his chest. His hand ran through her hair as both of their heartbeats slowed down.

“I love you. I mean it.”

She could feel him smile.

“Say it again.”

Lily laughed. She pulled herself up out of his arms and looked down at him. He couldn’t contain his happiness and looked up at her in earnest.

“I love you.”

His smile grew impossibly wider. His eyes glinted in the afternoon sun.

“Again.”

She gave his chest a light smack and he caught her hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss.

She fell back into his chest and he cradled her against him again.

“I love you too. Merlin, fuck, do I love you. I’m going to be incorrigible now, you realize this?”

Lily just laughed into his chest. “When are you not?”

James pulled her tighter against him, his hand started to travel lower, curving around her bum. She could feel his erection start to return against her thigh.

“Point taken.”

With a squeal he flipped her back over. Crawling his way down her body, until his tongue found the part of her which yearned for him most.

********

Lily loved him. Not just found him bearable, not just liked him enough, she loved him.

The words haunted him every second of the day. He would have to give up quidditch, have to explain to his parents why his notes were about to plummet from lack of care or focus. The world was now a spyglass and she was the only thing on the other side. Damn it all, she loved him.

“I didn’t realize they could get worse.” He could hear Peter moan just off to their side. He didn’t give it a second thought. Lily’s hands were on him, lips opening under his. Oh Merlin, how did we even last an entire class apart?

“Honestly, if I knew that telling women about our animagus form would get me laid, I would’ve—”

“Don’t even joke about that, Pads.”

“What? It seems to work pretty handsomely for Prongs.”

Ignoring them was easy for James, but he could feel Lily become apprehensive underneath him. You would have thought that by the fourth time they had stopped for a snogging session before and after a class his thick-brained mates would have become desensitized. Didn’t they know that they were in love now? That had to count for something.

“Oi! Head boy, Head girl! I don’t think dry humping is on your list of duties!” Sirius yelled, turning the heads of some unsuspecting first years who would have otherwise walked by unnoticed.

Lily groaned into James’ mouth. “I’m going to hex your stupid friends.”

James just continued to kiss her, taking her lower lip between his teeth and nibbling. From the corner of his eye he could see Sirius cover Peter’s eyes.

“Please do. I’d love to watch.”

Lily laughed. The damage was already done. Lily pulled away and started to walk casually towards the great lake, allowing the rest of the boys to fall in step with them.

Sirius wedged himself between the couple, wrapping his arms around both of their waists, eliciting a noise of dissent from both parties.

“What? Jealous Black?” Lily snorted, cocking her eyebrow.

“Why Evans? You offering some compensation?” He nuzzled his face into Lily’s shoulder, making her swat at him while James whined a protective hey! at his best mate’s antics. Sirius just turned and repeated the nuzzling on James shoulder, which led to a lot of pushing and laughing.

He had to admit, it felt good. Of course, there was still so much to talk about: they had never really unpacked what the Slytherin’s wrote on the quidditch pitch, nor really went through the finer points of Marauder’s secrets, but she already knew enough to feel a part of the group. Despite the endless tormenting from Sirius and the embarrassed look of Peter everytime she joined them, it made him happy to see her meld with the only other people in his life he cared for more than her.

They all walked down to the lake, stopping under a wide beech tree to throw their things down before sprawling out themselves. Lily sat up against the tree and James laid draped over her, head against her stomach with his arms encircling her waist. She idly played with his hair and he closed his eyes at the feeling.

“So when am I going to be finally initiated into your little club? Is there some sort of secret handshake I’m gonna have to learn? Need to mix some sort of bodily fluids to prove my alliance?”

“Oh Evans, I think you’ve mixed enough bodily fluids—”

“Pads…” James warned, not even opening his eyes.

James could hear Remus sigh, then the sound of a book closing.

“Well what would you like to know? Or I guess I should say, what do you still not know at this point?”

Lily’s hand stilled in his hair, and James blinked his eyes open. All of the rest of the boys had gotten very still besides Remus, who was looking at Lily with soft, calculating eyes. The two of them seemed to share a moment in silence, something that only years of building a trust would have allowed.

James took his cue to sit up, taking the hand that had been curling through his hair and softly caressing it with his thumb. Sirius did not change his lounging position on the ground, but his brows were furrowed in anticipation. Peter sat quite stiff, finding something down by the lakeside more interesting with ruddy cheeks.

“You’re all animagi.”

“Yep,” James and Sirius said in tandem. Peter’s eyes snapped back to the group and took a moment before nodding as well.

“A-and you Remus are a…” She was struggling to say it. Remus gave her a pained, weak smile that James couldn’t quite read.

“A werewolf.” Remus lowered his eyes. Sirius reached out and patted his leg in reassurance.

Lily didn’t say anything. She got up from her spot from the tree and took a step towards Remus, then another, then collapsed down, grabbing hold of him in an embrace. Nobody expected it, even Remus’ eyes going wide before softening. Lily’s face was pushed into his shoulder, but her voice was trembling like she was on the verge of tears.

“Oh, Remus.” He just tightened his grip on her. His eyes were watery, but his mouth was pulled up into a smile against her shoulder.

Nobody moved to pull them apart. There was a part of James that wondered if he should feel jealous of such an intimate moment between his girlfriend and his mate, but the thought dissipated as quick as it came. It had been such a long time coming for them to have this moment, since before he ever even was close to her. In a way, it was anticlimactic. There was nothing Remus needed more in this world than more people on his side that understood him for what he truly was and loved him despite of it. He thought deep down they all knew Lily would be one of those people, but now it was just confirmed.

Lily pulled back and they held each other at arm's length. Lily’s eyes were blurry, but when Remus started to laugh, she began to laugh with him.

“Oh, god, the amount of times I’ve complained about stupid rubbish to you—as though you didn’t have this to deal with.”

Remus just laughed harder. When all of their emotions settled, they continued. It turned out there was not much she didn’t already know. She had figured that one of them had some sort of invisibility cloak due to using it to sneak away on the train, then was hardly surprised to learn that the ruddy parchment she had seen them all carry at one point or another was able to track people’s whereabouts.

James watched as Lily looked down at their handiwork with awe, every so often pushing at a teasing Sirius’ or looking expectantly at Remus for finer detail on certain aspects of the charm. Even Peter finally joined in, gloating about which passageways he had discovered on his own. She never looked more radiant than she did now, completing the picture in his heart of what a family should look like.

“So, you’re telling me that you lot created a complex magical artifact just to…muck around?”

Remus snorted and nodded his head in agreement. Sirius let out a loud laugh, then poked Lily lightly on the cheek.

“Don’t forget watching what your pretty arse was up to. Merlin knows how many days ole’ Prongsy over there laid awake watching your name on this thing.”

Lily snapped her head up. Her eyebrow cocked upwards, a twitch of her mouth betraying her otherwise angry facade.

“Watching me?”

James felt a blush growing on his cheeks.

“Er, I mean–”

Lily just raised her eyebrows higher in a way that said you’ll be answering to that later.

*******

“What’s the big deal, Potter’s favorite hobby is showing your relationship off. He will be a great date.”

“That’s exactly the problem—all of the Slytherin’s will be there..”

“Lils, I promise that the whole school is well aware of you both dating. All your little snogging sessions around the castle have made that abundantly clear.”

Lily groaned and put her face in her hands. Marlene continued to lean back, taking a drag of her cigarette.

“That’s not what I mean,” Lily hissed, “I mean Slughorn’s party will be the perfect place for those arseholes to comment on my blood status where I won’t be able to do anything about it—-and you know James won’t just take that sitting down.”

“And he shouldn’t—look Lil, I don’t even know why you still go to these Slug Club events, especially since Slughorn seems to have cold feet when taking sides these days. Why don’t you just write the whole thing off and—”

Lily flopped herself onto her bed, pushing her head into her pillow.

“You know I can’t. I haven’t missed one since fourth year—plus it’s especially important since I’m Head girl ....”

Marlene snuffed out her cigarette on the post of her bed. “Well—at the very least you will get to rub it in Snape’s face. Bet he will piss himself when he sees you both.”

Lily hadn’t even thought about Snape. Honestly, he hadn’t even crossed her mind since the day that he cornered her in the classroom and Sirius came to get her. She realized she hadn’t seen James get into a duel with him either since they started dating, something that would’ve happened on a semi-regular basis in any other time in their lives. Sirius must have made good on his promise if things were staying so civil, but now being so open in front of him might set it off anew.

She walked down to the common room to find James reading by the fireplace. His tie had somehow loosened to the point of hanging off to one side and his brow furrowed at the contents of the page. Lily hadn’t intended on disturbing him, but the moment she sat, he reached over and pulled her onto his lap, leaving his book for another time.

While she knew that they shouldn’t be basking in as much public displays of affection as they were, it was hard for Lily not to revel in it. There was such a surge of joy every time they saw each other, like there was not enough time in the world to fully appreciate how much love they wanted to share. It was easy to get lost in his touches and kisses when he gave them so openly. She wondered if this was how all loving couples felt, or if they had just surpassed normalcy entirely.

James immediately brought his lips to hers and she willingly let him breathe into her. He made it impossible to focus. His hands were too inviting, his smell too cloying. They might as well retire as Head’s students because they were no longer ever going to get anything done.

“James, I need to ask you something,” she tried to sound convincing, but he continued to kiss her, pulling his tongue against her lower lip while moving her legs to straddle his waist better. Lily opened her eyes and could see a group of poor second years trying not to stare.

“James.”

“I love it when you say my name, even when it is contradicting me,” he started to kiss behind her ear and she tried to stifle a moan. The second years were whispering now.

“James,” she pushed at his chest, “really, it's important. Also, you’re scandalizing the lower classmen.” James turned to the second years and gave a little wave, making all of them flush.

He turned back to her with his glasses still askew and mouth swollen. “The answer is yes, as long as I can keep kissing you.”

He leaned back in but Lily kept him at an arm's length. “I wanted to see if you would go to Slughorn’s Halloween party with me.”

He blinked at her once, twice, then raised his eyebrows.

“Do you think that’s a good idea? I mean, all of those tosser Slytherins go to that.”

“You know that Slughorn expects me to go–” she trailed off.

“Yes, let's appease the man who refused to take action on what was written on the quidditch pitch last week.”

Lily slid off his lap, resting on the couch beside him. She knew he had a point. They hadn’t really spoken about what happened the day of the quidditch game, but the effects were still there. McGonagall had tried to get the Slytherin team disqualified for the rest of the season, but Slughorn convinced Dumbledore otherwise—a move that James very vocally opposed in their last Heads’ meeting.

“I don’t want to row about it—I have to go whether you come or not—I’d prefer you did.”

James let out a dramatic groan and leaned his head back on the couch.

“Fine, I’ll go.” Lily jumped back on his lap with delight and kissed his cheek.

“But if anyone says anything nasty to you, you can’t be angry if I hex them.”

“Fine, of course.” Lily continued to kiss the other cheek.

“---And you will pay me back by ravishing me well into the night—.”

“Ah, such conditions for such a silly party.”

“And you will need to make a deposit due immediately of said ravishing, so I know you won’t back out.”

His hands were snaking up her thighs, pushing her skirt dangerously high. Lily thanked Merlin that no one could see their laps at their vantage point. Between her skirt and James’ growing erection, they were not leading by the best example.

“Take it or leave it Evans.”

Before Lily could finish nodding her head, James had stood up, carrying her in his arms up towards the boy’s dorms, leaving their younger colleagues to deduce the outcome for themselves.

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James was being unreasonably quiet. Worryingly so. They had walked in complete silence from the common room to the dungeons—a feat she thought was impossible for him. He even stayed quiet when she complimented him on his dress robes, expecting at the very least a polite compliment in return. Nothing. Instead, he averted his eyes, keeping his hands wedged inside his pockets like he had been hexed dumb.

She started to worry that she was embarrassing him. Lily knew that when Slughorn said “Halloween Party” every year, he just meant a normal stuffy party, but Lily always liked to bring a little flair to the particular event. For a while she did it for fun, but as the conflict about blood status grew beyond the castle, Lily started to think it a point of pride to show off her muggleborn heritage, even in small gestures like wearing a costume.

She had even been pleased with her choice this year. It was not too conspicuous, easily mistaken for an evening gown, but a costume all the same. The deep V neck showed off a bit of cleavage and the black velvet clung to her body. It was a power move for a Head Girl that needed to emit a lot of power.

Normally, James would have been beside himself, afterall he was already a randy teenage boy on a regular day. Instead, he hardly even touched her, keeping a large gap between them as they walked the corridors together, something that just hours earlier would have been sacreligious in his eyes.

When they reached the door to the party, Lily grabbed hold of the handle, already hearing the drone of boring conversations they were about to endure for the next couple hours.

“James–you alright?” James continued to stare down at his shoes. “What’s wrong? I know you don’t want to be here, but I really need you to–”

She was thrown against the door. James’ hands were everywhere all at once, his mouth finding any place it could gain purchase, her exposed shoulders, her neck, the V of skin that peeked out from the dress.

“Evans, you are going to put me in an early grave. What am I supposed to do with you—like this?”

He was pulling at the dress now, running his hand up the high slit on her thigh to reach underneath. Behind her, she could still hear the party so ungodly close, but his touch was muddying her thoughts. It was too easy to give in to him.

The handle turned and James jumped away from her. Lily tried to smooth her hair as much as she could as Sluhorn popped his head out, eyebrows knitted together. Recognizing them, he swung open the door with a flourish of his hand.

“Ah! The Head boy and girl! I was wondering what all that racket was coming from. Come in, come in! Merlin’s Beard I never thought I’d see the day that I would get James Potter to one of my events–though I’ve certainly tried. Ms. Evans you must have done some serious convincing—”

Lily could feel James hand snake around her waist, giving her side a little pinch. Her skin still stung with phantom kisses.

“Oh, you have no idea Professor—It’s a pleasure really.” James painted on a smile that looked utterly saccharine. He pulled her body against his and she could feel him hard against her bum. Merlin help us.

Tables were decorated with sparkling silver and students and guests alike mulled around with drinks and hors d'oeuvres, wearing their best dress robes and finest jewelry. At their arrival, many faces turned, sizing up the two as though they were prized cows at an auction.

Lily tried not to focus on the bulge that was continuing to press into her as James fielded some light banter about Quidditch. It did not go unnoticed that even Slughorn’s eyes blinked down at the deep V cut in the velvet dress, before flashing back up to her face.

“Well, professor, I think we are in need of a drink—will you excuse us?” James didn’t wait for Slughorn to respond, pulling Lily away from him and walking them both towards the bar.

“I know our deal was to get through the party before I got my ravishing,” James hissed into her ear, “ but I think we are going to need to speed up this process. It seems I’m not the only one getting randy by your outfit.”

Lily made an exasperated sigh, taking a drink from the bar cart. She knew there was no escaping now that they had been spotted. They at least would have to make it through dinner before finding some reason to sneak away.

From the other end of the room, a cluster of Slytherins talked in low voices. Lily could see the eyes of Avery and Mulciber gleamed over at them, then a familiar head turned to follow suit. Snape stood petrified, eyes locked on her and James.

Brilliant.

The dinner started with the normal pomp and circumstance. James and Lily were seated close to Slughorn. Being the esteemed Head boy and girl, they were expected to entertain all of the special guests that had come to appease the professor. While feigning his best behavior, James' hand slid up and down her thigh below the table, prompting Lily to jump every so often and James to break into a wider smile.

“Mr. Potter! It’s been an awfully long time since I saw your parents! How are they doing?”

Slughorn leaned over to the wizard next to him, sloshing his sherry. “The Potter’s are a very talented bunch, you know! Fleamont invented Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion, though unfortunately I don’t have much hair left to use it!”

Lily turned abruptly to James, who stalled his hand on her thigh.

“What?” James just blinked at her.

“What, What?”

“Your Dad invented Sleekeazys? And your hair still looks like that.”

Slughorn burst into a laugh, chortling about Lily’s knack for being cheeky. James just leaned in until his lips were touching her ear.

“You don’t seem to have a problem with my hair when you pull on it while I’m–” but Lily pushed him away, knowing she was turning red in the face. Thankfully Slughorn didn't seem to notice, barrelling on with the conversation.

“James, you must extend an invitation to your parents next time I hold an event. It has been years since—” But James cut him off and there was a deliberate shift in the air.

“That’s very kind of you Professor, but I’m afraid my parents will probably decline. You see, ever since we took in Sirius, they haven’t been very interested in rubbing elbows with the greater pureblood community.”

There was a deafening silence around the table. James’ smile didn’t falter, but Lily could tell he knew what chaos he was welcoming. He didn’t focus on Slughorn now, but at a smaller boy that was sitting across the table between Snape and Avery. Lily had never really thought much of Regulus Black before, but for someone so deep in the dark arts he had always been relatively civil to her. Now giving him a clear look, he really did look like his brother with deliberate mistakes. He stared back at James with an unreadable expression.

Slughorn cleared his throat. “Ah yes, I heard about that—sad thing, family strife, but if they do change their mind, please let them know they are welcome.”

Slughorn tried to start up a conversation with one of the wizards sitting to his left but James took a sip of his wine and continued, making sure his voice was clear enough for the whole table to hear.

“Actually Professor, since we are on the topic of family, I was curious about how you felt about the accusations written about myself and Ms. Evans on the quidditch pitch last week? I was informed by Professor Dumbledore that you didn’t plan to take any action, which surprises me, seeing as you seem very invested in us otherwise.”

Lily looked at James, who continued to smile as though he wasn’t spewing fighting words out onto the table. His hand squeezed her thigh tightly, an act she couldn’t tell was reassuring or cautionary. From across the table, Snape’s eyes burned into her and she refused to look back, trying to focus anywhere but at the situation.

“My boy, I think it’s hardly time to be discussing—”

“What? Why not? You all seem to love to talk about bloodlines and purity otherwise. Certainly seem interested in how mine is going, judging by the state of the quidditch pitch.”

“James,” Lily warned. James’ face had dropped it’s facade, now looking more angry by the second.

“Lily we can’t just sit here and play tea party while half of these people—”

But Lily stood up, tugging at the back of James’ chair.

“I’m not hungry anymore. It’s time to go.” She stared down at him, her expression completely dark.

“Right.” James stood up. Years of rowing with Lily meant he knew when he had overstepped.

As they walked to the door, Avery pretended to whisper to Mulciber but made sure his voice would carry.

“Think he likes being whipped by a mudblood slut? I wouldn’t be surprised if blood traitors got off on—” but there was a cry and Avery’s head slammed into his plate. He struggled to lift out of his dinner, but it was as though his head was being held down. For a moment, he rose out of the now smashed remnants of his meal and sucked in a breath before an unknown force plunged his face violently back into the plate.

“Sorry? Say something Avery?” Lily turned to watch as Mulciber scrambled to help his friend. James stared at her, undecided if he was in awe of her or utterly terrified. She made one last stern glance at James before pushing past him and out into the corridor.

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Chapter 16 (END) / Be my f*cking girlfriend, Menace!

Summary: After the drama is over, things get awkward between You and Katsuki… but not for long.

This is the last chapter of season 1!

Warnings: Swear words, highly suggestive!!! 16 +

First Chapter Master List

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“So shock, physical intimacy, and reassuring words all together at the same time nulls the quirk out. Fuck, that’s so complicated.” Kirishima looks at your tomato red faces. Kirishima hugged the shit out of Katsuki just a few minutes ago. You swear you saw Eijirou leaning in for an actual KISS at one point, just out of pure happiness; needless to say the blonde threw him far away with a disgusted face.

“And don’t forget to note down the delusions once your mind gives in. He’s gotten so much stronger since my team had fought him.” You sigh, not too fond to talk about this but it needs to be done; people with psychotic powers are still quite a mystery and understanding their power deeply might help with a similar situation in the future.

“It’s a trance-like state. Like you are stuck in your own mind-palace and it’s attacking you from every corner. It used places from my childhood, ones connected to something important and merged them together. Then I saw all the people I… loved…” Katsuki whispers the last word like it’s the most shameful word in the dictionary; you roll your eyes at that. Hard. Then you also remember being one of the people in Katsuki’s head and you end up blushing again. This is so awkward, goddamnit. “And the quirk made me believe that they all hate me. It used my biggest fears and weaknesses against me. It was unbearable, even for me.” The blonde’s voice gets weaker and weaker as he remembers all the shit he’s been through in the last few hours; you move your hands closer to his on the sofa, your pinky making slow circles on his clenched hand.

“It’s over now.” You whisper with a broken smile on your face. He doesn’t look back at you, but his hands relax as he laces his pinky with yours.

“I know.”

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“So about that physical intimacy part… what did you do exactly after slapping him in the face?” Kirishima looks at you two, faking a professional look, the nosy fuck. “Don’t look at me like that, I need to write a report!” Kirishima grins, not even trying to hide his mischievous smile anymore.

“You will not write MY shit down in those reports, shitty hair!” The blonde yells, the sappy mood now completely ruined. Oh, well.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to say something…” You speak up, ignoring the redhead who’s still sitting behind his office desk; you feel terrible for not saying it sooner and you are quite sure Kirishima already knows what did you mean by physical intimacy and he just wants to hear it out loud. “Sorry for kissing you without your consent. I really didn’t know what else to do and to be honest I kinda wanted to do that for a while…” You certainly did not want to say that last part out loud, but… oh, well. Every single person in this office knows about your infatuation at this point, they probably knew it for longer than you did.

“Actually, I kissed you first.” Katsuki looks away from the both of you with his face on fire. “So, I’m also sorry.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” You definitely DO NOT remember him kissing you. You would remember. Is he trying to sound cool in front of Kirishima, or what’s going on?

“Last night, when you fell asleep.” He mumbles, and by the look on his face, he isn’t lying. Or at least he thinks he is not.

Hm.

“Are you sure you weren’t already delirious by then?”

“Y/N I fucking know I kissed you. I was quirked, yes, but I wasn’t imagining it!”

There is an almost silent “awww” coming from Kirishima’s desk; you guys absolutely forgot about him in the heat of the argument. Oh, fuck.

“Can you not read the room, you motherfucker?” Katsuki asks, his eyes twitching from anger.

“Oh, I do read the room. It’s hot and heavy out here, the air sparking with electricity. Now please, kiss.”

Kirishima definitely has a death wish. You can’t help the tiny, unattractive snort bursting out of you.

“GET OUT!” You both yell, Katsuki aggressively, you giggling.

“This is my office?! You get out?!” Kirishima retorts and he has a point.

“Let’s go, you fucking menace, I can’t believe you had to start this fucking conversation in front of this nosy asshole. I’m too fucking tired to talk about this shit right now.”

You are not going to lie, Katsuki’s words sting a bit; you didn’t mean to have this conversation in front of Kirishima, you just wanted to say sorry but at the same time, the unsaid words are killing you on the inside and while you can absolutely understand that the blonde doesn’t want to talk about this while he’s still mentally tired from the quirk, he’s not the only one struggling right now…

“Look, Katsuki… y-you should go home for today.” You stutter, but there is a finality to your voice. The blonde just snorts and lets your hand go; as the door closes behind him you look at Kirishima, pain and frustration clear in your eyes.

“Thanks.” You mumble and leave the room as well; you don’t even clock out, just go straight for the exit.

Fuck this shit.

Just fuck it.

You can’t have any more of this today.

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Katsuki has a hard time understanding what’s going on right now.

First of all, this last day absolutely fucked him up and he’s not even going to try and sound strong and mighty this time; he thought he doesn’t need people in his life but that last nightmare made him realize that’s not the case; he might be the second best hero in Japan but he is nothing but a big zero without his closest friends and family. It’s a lot to take in, really; he’s always been a lone wolf or at least he thought so but clearly, he had it all wrong.

He’s a little bit thankful to Y/N for letting him go home for today; he doesn’t think he would have been able to talk to her today about anything with all this mess in his head. He knows what he needs to do and he’s not ashamed of it anymore; he needs the Menace in his life, his nightmare of a vision made that clear. He’s just not sure how to do it and how to act around her anymore; hell, he doesn’t even know what a fucking relationship looks like and he certainly has no idea how to be cheesy and romantic. He’s the worst boyfriend material in the whole world yet here he is, almost ready to take that step into the unknown, putting all his pride aside for the sake of another person.

“Steven, I don’t know what to doooooo!” Katsuki whines while he stares at the little pigeon knocking on his window. Steven looks at him with questioning eyes, clearly not able to understand the problem but he looks back at him anyway, giving him support. Talking about silent support, Katsuki grabs his phone and calls his mother, his brain on auto pilot. The idea is stupid and her mother will probably laugh at him, but he has nothing to loose.

“I can’t believe I got a phone call from my son. Are you sick?”

Ahh, yeah, he’s an asshole who never calls his mother. He kinda forgot about that.

“How did you get together with the old man?” Katsuki doesn’t beat around the bush just says it, ready to be laughed at. He has no dignity. Katsuki.exe has stopped working completely.

“Honestly, it’s quite awkward.” His mother laughs, not even commenting on his son’s weird behavior which he is thankful for. “We were dancing around each other for ages, I gave him so many hints but he ignored them all. One day, I got fed up with his shit, called him in the middle of the night and asked him to let me in… I was already at his front door. When he opened the door I kissed him senseless and haven’t left his side since.”

“That’s disgusting.” Katsuki retorts, faking a retching sound. “You can’t just kiss people without their consent, you silly hag.”

His mother laughs on the other side of the phone.

“Yes, it’s really risky, but to be honest with you I wouldn’t change it for the life of me. BUT! If I would be the guy in this scenario, I would probably go over, knock on the door and ask the person I love to date me and then if they say yes I would kiss them to make it official. That’s still a Bakugou move, but less aggressive.”

“Sounds boring as fuck.” Katsuki mumbles, not impressed.

“Hm. Or I would make a lovely lunch and bring it to their office. A love confession topped up with a handmade meal? No one can say no to that!” Katsuki can hear his mother’s grin through her voice so he rolls eyes, hoping she can also sense it through the phone.

“You are useless.” He ends the call, looking into the distance while zoning out completely.

Needless to say, he makes his way to the kitchen to finally make a proper lunch for himself; if he ‘accidentally’ makes more than he needs and brings it to his office today, that’s no one’s fucking business.

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It’s really hard to concentrate on your job today, but you would rather be here than alone at home right now. You feel the urge to message Katsuki, ask him if he’s okay, but you decide against it; he clearly needs the time alone and you really don’t want to fuck this up just because you couldn’t sit on your ass for one more day.

Thankfully, Kirishima decided to do all the paperwork for this case to let you two rest today so all there is to do in the office is to finish the paperwork about the monthly budget and stamp some random ass papers the “extras” brought in to finalize. You are a little bit hungry because you because you barely had any food today, but you can’t even think about actually eating right now; it just reminds you of Katsuki, about his amazing curry and about all the shit that came after. You’ll never forget his terrified face crying out your name while staring into the distance like a brain dead zombie. Never.

Your phone pings in the late afternoon; you are so focused on stamping the paperwork you actually jump at the random noise disturbing the silence.

Dynadick: Yo, you had lunch yet?

Okay, that’s kind of cute. It makes your little stupid heart flutter.

You: No, not yet. I’ll finish the paperwork and go home after.

Dynadick: Are you dumb? It’s 4PM! Honestly, you can’t even fucking take care of yourself without me!

Dynadick: I’m coming over.

Oh my god.

You really thought your day was about to be over, you really did not expect for the blonde to come back so soon; does he want to talk? Or does he want to ignore everything for this one day? How should you react?! What does he want to do with this whole situation anyway?!

You don’t have time to break down as the door opens almost right away; Katsuki comes through the door in sweat pants and an oversized t-shirt, holding a massive tray of lasagne. He doesn’t say anything just puts the tray down on the coffee table and takes out plates and cutlery from his bag, actually setting up the table properly to eat. It’s so domestic you want to cry.

“What the fuck are you doing, sit the fuck down. I will kill you if it gets cold.” Katsuki mumbles with a flushed face, plopping a massive serving on a plate, then another. “It’s a veggie lasagne, I had no meat at home. It’s fucking good though.” He adds as he sits down on the sofa and starts to eat.

So this is what you guys are doing. Sitting and eating lasagne while ignoring all our problems. Fair play, Mr. Katsuki.

Needless to say, the lasagne is absolutely amazing. Somehow he managed to make it spicy, but you really don’t mind; spicy food is actually amazing to reduce stress!

“This is amazing, Katsuki.” You mumble, your face still stuffed with food.

“Shut up and eat you idiot, of course it is, I made it.” Katsuki smirks, stuffing his face like he haven’t eaten for ages.

“Duh.” You giggle and continue eating the amazing food he’s made for you; you still can’t believe you are lucky enough to be able to share food with him while surrounded with nothing but a comfortable silence; everyone thinks Dynamight is an absolute ass but after seeing him almost every day for months you realized that all of that is just a mask he’s hiding behind; underneath, he is caring and kind, beautiful and pure, he’s just… amazing. So fucking amazing. Ahh, you really want to tell him all of that then kiss him senseless on the sofa. Fuck’s sake.

“Be my fucking girlfriend, Menace. I want a serious relationship with you.” Katsuki speaks up between two bites, like he’s talking about the weather. You almost choke on a piece of cheese.

“Just like that?! Out of the blue?” You ask with wide eyes, not really believing his shenanigans. You had so many ideas about how to do this but THIS definitely wasn’t in your plan.

“What do you mean just like that?! We both fucking kissed each other and I ain’t going around kissing bitches I don’t lo… want something from!!!” The blonde yells, his whole face blushed from embarrassment. You really want to kiss him, even though he just called you a bitch.

“That’s fair. No dates first? Are you sure?” You ask, feeling like all of this a little bit rushed on his part. On your part… he could literally just marry you right here, right now and you wouldn’t say a single word. Well, you’d say one word: FUCK YES.

“Fuck that. I know you already.” Katsuki answers. “But let’s take it slow. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.” He grumbles while he averts his eyes shyly; your heart is having a hard time with this new version of Katsuki. How can such an abrasive human be so fucking cute?! Also, is this really happening? Is this even real?! Are you actually doing this?! This is so much to digest!!!!!!

“So you want us to be serious, but to take it slow.” You try your best to summarize the whole conversation with questioning eyes but by the look of it, he’s not having it.

“Fuck’s sake it’s not that hard to understand.” Katsuki stands up and starts to pace around the room. He looks extremely uncomfortable, bless his little grumpy pomeranian face.

“You are right, it’s not hard to understand.” You stand up as well, moving slowly towards the blonde. “Katsuki, you are bonkers. And a fucking madman.” Katsuki looks absolutely fucking offended… as he should be. You can’t help but grin at his dramatic face. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m stating facts. You are also super rude and an absolute fucking asshole.” You laugh and by the look of it, Bakugou’s brain literally just stopped working because he can’t even make a proper come back. You really want to kiss him senseless. “With that said… I would really like to be your girlfriend. I’m done pretending that I hate you. I’m done pretending that I don’t want to kiss you. I love everything about you, Bakugou Katsuki, the good and the bad, the way you get angry for no reason, the way you help others without wanting anything for exchange, I love the way you smile when you think no one’s looking and I adore when you hide your affection with rude words, like now. I love how you’ve barely said anything nice to me today yet I feel like I’m the happiest fucking woman on earth. You make happy, Katsuki. So fucking happy I might cry. You fucking handsome asshole.” You sniff, unable to look into the blonde’s eyes; you know how much he hates this shit and how annoying you must be right now but you just couldn’t keep it in for longer; it was begging to come out since the wedding, or maybe even before that.

“Fuck.” Katsuki sniffs back but schools his face by the time you look up at the hero. “Fuck.” He says again and things happen quickly after that; Katsuki cups your face and moves your head to the side, making enough space for himself to devour your lips in the most possessive way possible; he pulls you close, so-so close, biting your lips as he begs for an entrance right away; needless to say, you let him do whatever he wants; you let him barge in, his tongue meeting with yours in a deep, sensual dance; there is no music in the background yet if feels like a tango, intimate and slow, passionate and romantic, you melt like the wax inside a burning candle, your whole body on fire from the heat of his kiss; Katsuki holds you up in one swift move, his hands unashamedly cradling your asscheeks after you put your your hands on his shoulders and jump up into his arms; in only a few seconds you find yourself sitting on his massive office desk with Katsuki in front of you, kissing you senseless as his hands wonder around your upper legs, grabbing and caressing your clothed upper thigh like it belongs to him and you softly moan into his mouth, trying to make a proper sentence, but the sudden heat leaves you speechless, nothing but sighs and silent moans leaving your mouth as he continues kissing you, deep and slow, mapping out every single crevice he can get to. You really can not believe Katsuki can be so passionate in these situations; you thought you will need to beg for every single caress yet here he is, making you feel loved and wanted, reducing you to an absolute mess in only a few minutes; he moves down to your neck, leaving small, wet kisses all over the sensitive parts and you can’t help but make a noise again; he grumbles against your neck, making your whole body tremble with the deepness of his voice. You can’t help but hide your fingers in his hair, tugging him aggressively towards you and Katsuki answers your silent wishes; his teeth graze your skin then he bites down, you try to swallow the moan this time as it would be way too loud to let it out.

“Kats, I thought you want to take it slow?” You pant, your eyes dark from lust. Katsuki doesn’t stop kissing your neck; he licks the fresh wound he just made to soothe it.

“We will take it slow after this.” He mumbles and honestly, that’s all you wanted to hear; you pull him up by his hair and lick into his mouth ferociously, taking the lead back for a few minutes as the blonde moans into your mouth in a way it makes your lower parts tremble. You move your hand to the hem of his shirt, silently asking for permission to enter and he grants it happily; instead of letting your hands move under the shirt he takes it off in one swift move, moving closer, leaving you just enough space to let your hands wonder over his abs. You move to the hem of his sweat pants while you listen to his moans as your hands get closer and closer to his most sensitive part when the door opens abruptly; Kirishima stares at you two, hundreds of papers falling out of his hand as he stands frozen by the door.

“Bro.” Kirishima’s face is the same color as his hair and he clearly has no idea where to look; your hands are still halfway down the blonde’s pants while your other hand is hidden in Katsuki’s extremely messy hair, his nails still digging into your skin aggressively, making you want to hiss from the pain… or from being aroused, you are honestly not sure, probably the latter; your are both panting, already feeling spent even though you haven’t even touched each other properly, your lips puffed and red from all the kissing. The whole sight is obscene. Also, Katsuki is shirtless. And fuck, he looks so hot.

… well, probably you whimpering into the awkward silence while staring at your new boyfriends’s godly torso wasn’t the best idea. Oops.

Eijirou stares at you two for a few more seconds then sprints out of the door, paperwork forgotten.

“Learn to knock, you punk!” Katsuki screams after him and bursts into laughter; he hides his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a few more small kisses while you both laugh like two maniacs.

“I can’t believe we’ve only just got together, yet we’re already in trouble.” You mumble, and that’s when the realization hits you; you are a couple now. You are in a relationship with Bakugou Katsuki. With the guy you “hated” for months. With the guy who stole your heart even in another dimension. With the guy who accepts you as you are and he loves you for it. Fuck.

“Tomorrow… we start again. We’ll be a normal couple and shit. I’m going home now.” Katsuki says but he doesn’t move; he mumbles all his words onto your neck and you want to beg him to stay, you want to beg him to ignore the awkwardness and continue… but you don’t.

“Kats, we will never be a normal couple.” You giggle, happy tears pooling in your eyes.

“I know.” He grins back, and seeing the blonde’s eyes smile for the first time makes your insides churn. He’s so fucking beautiful, goddamnit. “Now stop staring at me like that, it makes me feel weird.” Katsuki pushes you away, but not before leaving another kiss on your lips. He moves towards the door in quick steps, not even looking back at you, his face flushed and adorable.

I love you. - you think to yourself but you don’t say it out loud yet; telling your boyfriend of 15 minutes you love them would probably not earn you brownie points.

Thankfully, you have all the time in the word to tell him that in the future.

The End.

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- Oh my god, I can’t believe it’s over 😭😭😭 I’ll miss their pining so much!

I would like to thank you guys for coming along with me on this journey, I had so much fun with this series and I absolutely adored every single one of your comments and hashtags! Thank you thank you thank you 🧡💚🧡💚

- There is so much more I want to tell you about this story, so as I said before, there will be a Season 2! Overall, the story will be about you two getting the hang of the whole relationship thing and about all the funny stories that comes with you two fumbling through the whole thing. If you would like to be added to the taglist for season 2, just send me a comment/ask/message! 💚 It will be suggestive + it will have a lot of comments about Katsuki’s tent in his pants (he will have a HARD time with taking it slow lol) so it’s gonna be 16+ at least but there will be no actual smut in it (only mentions.) Keep that in mind! I’m also more than happy to listen to your ideas and feedbacks about it!

- There will be a break before the story starts up again so I can start posting the Aizawa x Reader story I came up with! 1 week maximum of 2! I hope that’s okay!

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redslumbers · 2 years ago

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― tattoo'd my name where?!

Characters; nakedtoaster, quest, nightowl, xyx.

Warnings; fem!reader, smut, Manhandling, mentions of orgasms, overstimulation, Doggy style, breastplay/sucking, thigh spanking, morning sex, cunnalingus. Degrading names "whore" and "slut" in xyx's scenario. (Favoritism towards xyx and toast)

· · · · ✦ you get they're name tattoo'd on different parts of your body, and it leaves them in a Frenzy ✦( @extrakuli )

TOAST doesn't actually notice the tattoo immediately, only because it's in a spot that's hidden. They actually manage to see it one morning when they call you to come and look at a new game trailer on they're computer.

Your still in your pajamas around that time, and you'd only woken up around about 2 hours ago, at least. They've already taken up the chair at they're desk, so you manage to make it work by leaning over his desk while standing next to them. Your so completely focused on the 5-minute gameplay trailer you don't feel your small shirt conveniently roll up a bit, giving toast the opportunity to see it.

They're name stained on the skin of your Lower back in the form of thick black ink, the letters are designed in a sort of bubble font.

"[Name] is that what i think it is...??"

Maybe if you'd told him sooner they'd already be over the initial shock by now. But then again if you would've told them earlier than you would have ended up missing out on being fucked against his dresser.

It's going on at least 20 minutes at most, yet he still hasn't stopped himself from fucking you; his long and slender cock pumping so deeply inside your warm cunt, you can feel each thrust of it, rubbing against your wet and velvety tight walls. You don't know how a mere tattoo was able to rile up your usually stoic boyfriend but fuck, if this is how he reacts to you having one then you just might go back and get a few more just in case.

a thin sheen of sweat decorating his forehead as he keeps his concentrated attention on nothing but his name that's permanently plastered on the lower back of your body, almost where your ass is.

You did this on purpose!

You know that everytime you and toast decided to get intimate, any time he feels he's in the mood to feel your tight cunny cum and spasm around his dick he'll always, always throw you into a doggy position where naturally your back and ass is most visible.

"Fuck, [name]. if you wanted the attention, all you needed to do was ask."

QUEST is one of the most attentive out of the four of them. So, he notices the tattoo almost immediately. it happens when he allegedly decides to plan a warm and romantic date at a fancy restaurant you've almost never heard of.

you'd made a conclusion that the most appropriate outfit for a date would be a dress, not giving much attention to how it exposed your dark blue tattoo that sat just above your chest.

Once quest had seen you, he gave you the usual cheesy compliments he always did. but a sudden silence followed afterwards, which confused you. it wasn't until you followed his stare that you suddenly realized what he was starting at. Your tattoo of his name sitting so pretty right where your tits were.

The events that follow afterwards are completely unexpected, especially for his gentlemanly character. The way the part of the dress that covers your chest is pushed down and your tits are freely revealed for him to see the full tattoo in all it's hypnotic glory.

His hands palming at your chest as he stared at your tattoo is pure awe. He'd never even considered you'd do something so daring. you couldn't help the soft gasps and occasional whines that left your lips whenever he'd grind his large hands against your hardened nipples.

"You like it?" you asked, in a meek voice.

You get your answer when you find yourself sitting on the kitchen's countertop, while your boyfriend sucks on one of your pretty tits, roughly. his strong hand squeezing and massaging at the other one. no matter how large or small your breasts are his hands will somehow always manage to get a good grip on them. "So pretty, yet always up to something mischievous, yeah?"

You whine his name in response to his words while trying to get his attention off the tattoo, so he'll focus more on pleasing you. All he could do is let out a warm and loving chuckle at your behaviour, well that and give you what you want.

NIGHTOWL is left in a state of absolute shock when you show him your brand new tattoo of his name on your lower abdomen. The tattoo itself doesn't shock him, but rather the placement of the tattoo.

"Fuck, no way. [name] ... you didn't!" he speaks, kneeling down to get a closer look at the inky word on your pretty skin. "i did!" you giggled, proudly. "I'm guess from the smile on your face, you like it?" you teased, placing your hand on his head, lightly tangling your fingers in his golden locks. "i love it."

He knew that you already believed him when he said he absolutely loved the new tattoo, but he needed to prove that he absolutely loved the new decision.

before you knew it, you found your boyfriend between your legs; licking and sucking at your clit like a starved man who'd hadn't eaten in days, his tongue massaging your labia and rubbing against your hole, addictively.

All you could do was keep your shaky hands in his golden locks and hope he'd get over the new skin adjustments sometime soon today.

"night, fuck― you have a class that starts in 12 minutes, you can't― mm! fuck fuck!" Your unable to suppress the whiny moaning that forces it's way from your throat when you feel his slender tongue push into your hole deeply, pushing you to a orgasm immediately.

With a angelic yet mischievous grin, he removes tongue from your spasming cunt. "I'll tell my professor that I'm taking a sick day." is all he explained before pushing his tongue back in to continue worshipping your new tattoo.

XYX, second to toast, doesn't notices the tattoo as quickly as Quest or Night does. He doesn't notice until you finish taking your shower.

Coming upon realization that you had forgot to grab a bra, you open the door to the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body. a towel that barely covers anything.

"Xyx, could you grab my bra from the room?" You call from the bathroom, hoping that despite wherever he was in the house right now, he'd still help you.

Only 20 seconds pass before Xyx comes to you, handing you the missing piece of clothes you need. "Thanks, love." You hummed before attempting to close the door. Your attempt being interrupted when Xyx stops the door with his hands. "Love?" you asked, confused.

"Wait, Wait, fuck. What is that?" Xyx asked, pushing his way into the bathroom, uninvited. "is that a tattoo of my name?" you can hear the unbearably habitual arrogance in his voice. He'd finally managed to notice the tattoo of his name that's been placed on your left thigh.

You could feel a sense of panic stir in your stomach when he brought it up, you could only stand there, silently. When you refused to confirm nor deny if it was his name, he took it upon himself to see.

You felt a sudden warmth when your boyfriend got close, really fucking close. His hand pushing your towel up, ignoring your words of protests. "Fuck. your telling me that you got a tattoo of my name and didn't tell or show me?" Xyx asked, massaging the skin that the tattoo was placed on.

with Xyx's reaction to the new tattoo, it was almost inevitable that he'd persuade you into dropping the towel. Which he did successfully, not only managing to do so but managing to bend you over the sink and stuff you full of his large and girthy cock.

"Good girl, Good fuckin' girl." He groaned, sliding his length so deeply inside of your gummy walls, he swore he could get lost in them. "is that why you got this tattoo? cause you knew that once i saw it, I'd fuck you like the whore you are?" he muttered in your ear, more focused on the feeling your cunt walls smothering him, relentlessly.

"if you were so bent on― fuck, branding yourself, you should've added 'slut' at the end of the tattoo. since that's what you've― mm! ―been acting like lately."

©redslumbers · · ✦ ― please do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work on any platform, or claim any of it as your own. 01-16-2023.

#blooming panic #blooming panic quest #blooming panic xyx #blooming panic nightowl #blooming panic nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster #quest #xyx #nightowl #blooming panic headcanons #quest headcanons #nakedtoaster headcanons #nightowl headcanons #blooming panic smut #quest smut #xyx smut #nakedtoaster smut #nightowl smut #Xyx headcanons

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snowflakeanimelover · 2 years ago

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Kiss My Booboos

Literally love this boy so much. I love a good confident but shy 2023 Vash. I think it suits him so well. Let your minds go wild😏

Relationship: Vash x Female Reader

Fandom: Trigun Stampede(2023)

Warnings: fluff :), Vash has some confidence, a little spicy(nothing explicit), kisses

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I sigh for the thousandth time in the whole of ten minutes. I was trying to focus purely on my book while Vash took care of a minor wound behind me. The hotel room was a bit luxurious, giving us a chance of privacy with my sitting on a couch a few feet away from the bed that Vash was sitting on. The back of the couch was facing him.

Vash The Stampede really doesn’t live up to his name, especially now of all times. Speaking of the devil, the blond groans in pain once again.

“Would you stop complaining?” I grumble, “it’s just a scratch!”

“A scratch from a bullet!” He whines, “it hurts like hell…”

“Awe, the poor baby,” my voice is high in pitch to perfect my mother impression, “want me to kiss all your booboos?”

I have seen most of his scars before, but he doesn’t like when people look at them, the reason why I’m sitting on this couch facing away from him in the first place. And since we’ve known each other for a long time, none of my jokes faze him.

“Actually, that would be nice.”

I chuckle, turning a page in my book, “well too bad-“ my eyes are away from the words on the page and over the side of the couch, looking at the half naked man in shock, “What?!”

“Y-you know I was just joking…right?” I mumble, almost falling off of the armrest of the couch. A pool of heat rushes to my cheeks at his sudden confession.

Of course, he had to have a shit eating grin on his face as he rested his chin on his hand. This was a rare side of Vash The Stampede. Overly shy with other woman and in public, but once he’s alone with someone that he knows well he’s quite confident. I’ve only see this a handful of times….nothing I can get used to though.

From what I can see on my spot from the couch, he’s sitting on the end of the bed with his daily sweatpants and isn’t wearing a shirt. All kinds of scars litter his upper body.

“Sure, but I think it’d make me feel better,” he says, voice somehow deeper than usual. He stands up, taking his time to walk around the couch and stand in front of me. My wide eyes followed him the whole time.

What in gods name was he doing?!

Within seconds, my hand is in his warm one as he brings it closer to his lips. He leaves a chaste kiss in the palm of my hand, his smirk still gracing his lips.

“What do you say?”

#kates blabs #x reader #anime #vash the stampede #Vash #2023 Vash #new Vash #trigun #trigun stampede #Vash x reader #female reader #reader #cute #a little spicy #kisses #confident Vash

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madiomens · 1 year ago

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Hi! I actually have a request! Can we have noahx reader who is a musician asking him to produce her music? You can choose between fluff or smut buf I'd like to read about a relationship!

Hi! I actually really enjoyed writing this <3

You get fluff AND smut ;) It's long as hell but I hope you enjoy!

Thank you for requesting!

(I've never written anything using Y/N because I try to avoid it, but it is used once or twice in this since it was unavoidable. So don't hate me for it plz <;3)

Warnings: pure filth

Produce Me

I am not ok.

I am not fucking ok.

My friend's birthday was last night, and we all got entirely too wasted. And my drunken ass DM'd none other than Noah Sebastian, of THE Bad Omens, to produce my music. I gave a stupid, misspelled blurb about how I am a struggling rock artist who needed someone to take a chance on. Topping it off, I attached a voice note of one of my song recordings I had made in my makeshift studio in my house.

And he FUCKING REPLIED.

My hands shook as I stared at my phone in shock.

"Hey! I actually think your sound is sick and I would love to meet with you to talk more about you and your music. What if we met at the studio today? Say around 4?"

This can't be real life. I must still be drunk, right? Gotta be.

I blinked my eyes a few times and pinched myself to ensure I was in fact sober and that this was real life before typing back a message.

"Hey there! 4 sounds great. What studio?" I typed back, throwing my phone and covering my eyes as if it would erase what was currently happening.

A few moments went by before my phone buzzed and I was throwing myself across the couch to grab it. He attached the address along with a 'Can't wait' that sent me into a whole screaming fit. I looked at the time on my phone, which read 1:30 PM and I scrambled to my feet to find my belongings so I could rush home to get ready. I stumbled over the sleeping bodies spread out around the floor, gathering my things and rushing out the door.

I sent a quick text to my friend explaining what was going on before getting in my car and zooming to my house. Once inside, I took the quickest shower of my life before applying some light makeup and throwing on a pair of ripped jeans and a hoodie. It took everything in me not to throw on a Bad Omens hoodie, but I decided that would look like I was trying too hard. I grabbed my flash drive with my songs I've made and a croissant along with a water bottle from my fridge before flying out my front door. I slid in my car and gripped the steering wheel, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath to try and calm my nerves

He's just a regular guy helping a regular girl get her music produced.

He's not an extremely successful rockstar who I've had the fattest crush on for forever.

Totally normal.

It was a short drive to the studio, and before I knew it I was pulling up with 10 minutes to spare. I took another deep breath before climbing out of my car and heading inside the building. I ran my fingers through my still slightly wet waves before walking through the door, eyes instantly landing on the lanky man sitting on the couch across the room. He had his hood up over his head and was scrolling on his phone, sunk lazily down in the couch.

I tried to calm the pounding in my chest at the sight of him, taking a few moments in the doorway to mentally prepare before walking towards him.

"Noah?" I questioned as I got closer.

His head popped up and a grin slid onto his face as he pushed off the couch, putting his phone into his pocket.

"You must be Y/N." He said, extending his hand to me.

I nodded with a smile. "I am, nice to meet you." I said as I shook his hand, mine much smaller than his and feeling like a toddler's hand.

"Nice to meet you. I'm really excited to work with you. You have a sick voice." He said as he dropped my hand, grin still on his face.

My smile widened. "You have no idea how much that means to me. Thank you."

"'Course. Follow me." He said, nodding his head in the direction of a hallway.

I followed behind him down the corridor, walking into the room at the end of it. He shut the door firmly behind us and gestured to a chair at the large soundboard in the center of the room. I took a seat and he followed, scooting the chair so that his knee rested against mine.

"So," He started, messing with a few buttons in front of us. "I already set up the audio clip you sent me to play over the speakers so we can get a deeper listen. I won't lie, I already played it once and it sounds even sicker in here."

I grinned at him. "Let's hear it."

He pressed play and the sound of my voice rang out around us, my raspy tones more enhanced by the sound system set up. I looked at him in awe as I listened, Noah meeting my eyes with a wide grin.

"See?" He questioned as the clip finished.

"Holy shit." I said through a chuckle.

He nodded and rubbed his hands together. "Please tell me you have more for me."

I opened my purse and pulled out the flash drive I brought, placing it in the palm of his hand. "There's three finished songs on this. I recorded them in my makeshift studio, so they definitely don't have the production quality you're probably used to." I said, all of a sudden getting shy about my work.

He shook his head and gave my arm a light comforting squeeze. "If you knew where I started you wouldn't be saying that." He said with a chuckle.

"Trust me, I've heard it all." I wanted to say but bit my tongue, settling on a chuckle of my own.

The next hour was spent with Noah playing the songs I provided and praising them, making comments about little tweaks and twists he would do to them. He played with the sound board some to add in his vision, blowing my mind with how his own mind works. It came so effortlessly to him. He could imagine something and make it come to life with the twist of a few knobs and pressing a few buttons.

By the end of the session, it was pushing 10 PM and I was officially fully comfortable with him. We had a balance of joking around along with working on my music, making the whole process so much easier. At one point he had pressed record while I laughed at a joke he made and insisted I put it in one of my songs.

"If you don't, I'm going to. I might still do it anyways." He said with a chuckle.

That was quite hard to contain my excitement over.

We agreed to meet at the studio most days for the next couple of weeks to fully work on what I have created already and to create all the songs I had written in my home studio.

Every day that we met, Noah surprised me with different mixes he had worked on his own time at his house. He was extremely flexible with my work hours, always down to meet at the studio whatever time I got off work.

"Do you ever sleep?" I asked with a laugh when I walked into the studio at 8:30 PM a week later, coffee in hand for both of us.

He turned to look at me, stubble starting to form on his face, and letting out a laugh of his own. "Not when I'm inspired."

I shook my head at him and took my seat by his side, sliding the coffee across the table. He sighed and hugged the coffee to his chest. "You are an angel. Thank you."

I smiled and took a sip of my own coffee. "The least I can do."

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders in a side hug, causing me to rest my head on his shoulder to return it. The scent of his cologne filled my senses and sent a jolt of electricity through me. I blinked myself out of the trance as he broke the hug, clearing my throat and turning to face him.

"What have you created now?" I questioned, trying to calm the butterflies.

"You're gonna fucking love it." He said, excitement on his features as he pressed play.

It was my favorite song that we've recorded in the past week, but something was different about it. I listened closer for a few moments before gasping and smacking him in the arm.

"That's your voice!" I exclaimed as he laughed at me.

He turned down the song, letting it play quietly in the background. "You talked about wanting it to have background vocals that weren't your own so I thought I'd add some in to see how it sounds. You like?" He questioned, crooked grin on his face.

"Do I like it?" I questioned. "I fucking love it!"

He grinned and bit his bottom lip as if to stifle the size of his smile. "I hoped you would."

"Can I keep them on the song?" I questioned, poking my bottom lip out.

He chuckled and shook his head, pinching my bottom lip I had poked out. "I can't say no to that face."

I clapped, giddiness filling me up. "Noah Sebastian, you are fucking amazing."

"I'm alright, nothing amazing." He said as the song came to an end, looking away from me.

I could swear a blush creeped up his cheeks as he pulled his hood further around his face, hiding the color from me.

"No, I'm serious." I said, squeezing his arm so he would meet my eyes again. His cheeks were still a light shade of pink once he faced me again, a sparkle in his eyes and shy smile on his face. "You're amazing." I said more firmly, staring into his eyes.

He brought his hand up to squeeze mine that was still on his arm. "Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot."

I nodded. "Of course. It's true."

His eyes searched mine, hand still on top of my own and neither of us daring to break contact. My heart leapt into my throat as he slowly started to lean in, eyes darting between my lips and back up to my eyes as if asking permission.

"We shouldn't." I whispered, own eyes darting down to his lips.

He slightly shook his head. "We shouldn't." He whispered back.

"I don't want to ruin the working relationship we have." I whispered again, voice even softer as my common sense slowly started to chip away the more his scent wrapped around me.

"I don't want that either." He whispered, a huskiness taking over his voice and sending shivers down my spine.

He paused right in front of my face, lips barely ghosting against mine as we stared into each other's eyes. Our breathing sped up and mingled together, the air around us thick with tension as neither of us dared to make the move but both wanting so badly to do so.

We stared into each other's eyes a few more moments before he spoke up. "Fuck it."

He pressed his lips against mine, pulling my wheeled chair closer to him so that his knees were on either side of mine. Butterflies exploded throughout my body as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, his own snaking around my waist. I pressed my body flush against his as I opened my mouth to let his tongue tangle with mine, the taste of him filling my taste buds and causing my core to throb. I stood up so that I could straddle him in his chair, my lips never leaving his. He brought a hand up to grip the hair at the nape of my neck and causing me to moan into our kiss at the feeling. I pushed the hood off his head so that I could tangle my fingers through his hair, lightly pulling and causing his own moan to escape him.

I pulled back breathlessly, placing my hands on his cheeks. "What are we doing?" I questioned.

He shook his head, lips swollen. "I don't know. But I don't want to stop."

"God, me either." I said before slamming my lips back onto his.

He picked us up, causing me to tightly wrap my legs around his waist as he carried us to the leather couch on the back wall of the room. He sat down so that I was straddling him, his hands resting on my ass and giving it a squeeze. I ground my hips into his, the feeling of his growing erection sending a shockwave through my core. He let out a deep moan as I did this, moving my ass so that I did it again. He brought a hand to the front of my leggings and slipped it underneath the waistband, landing on my bare clit as I decided to forego panties today. I gasped against his lips, breaking the kiss so that our lips were brushing against each other's.

"Is this ok?" He questioned breathlessly, finger resting on my clit.

I nodded, eyes meeting his as my mouth hung open. "More than ok." I breathed out.

His finger started to circle my clit, causing my eyes to close as my head dropped backwards. A moan escaped me while his finger magically worked on me, easily sliding throughout my arousal.

"God, you're so wet." He breathed out huskily, placing a trail of hot kisses down my neck.

I circled my hips against his finger, the pit in my stomach growing faster than I'd ever experienced before. I tangled my hands in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling tightly. I began to loosen my grip in worry that I was hurting him but paused when a moan escaped him when I pulled tightly. My moans got louder and I smacked a hand over my mouth to muffle them, worrying anyone else in the building would hear.

"The studio is soundproof. Let me hear those pretty sounds." He said against my neck, biting down on the skin.

I dropped my hand from my mouth and gripped his shoulder tightly, hips still circling his fingers. My moans sped up as my orgasm quickly built, my release getting closer and closer.

"Noah, you're gonna make me cum." I moaned out, bringing my head forward to rest on top of his.

He brought his free hand up to grip my chin, raising it so he could meet my eyes. "Cum for me. Let it all go, angel."

My brows furrowed and my jaw went slack as I was on the brink of my orgasm, hips speeding up as his finger did the same. My moans hit a higher pitch before my orgasm exploded, causing me to toss my head back and cry out at the pleasure coursing through my body.

"That'a girl." He praised, placing more kisses on my neck.

I brought my head forward, resting my forehead against his as my chest heaved and he worked me through my high. My body twitched against his while his finger slowly circled my sensitive clit, causing me to grip his shoulders tightly. My eyes slid shut while I took deep breaths to return my breathing to normal and he peppered kisses against my cheeks before landing on my lips. He broke the kiss and pulled his hand out of my pants, licking his fingers clean of my arousal. I rolled my bottom lip into my mouth and stifled a moan at the sight before grabbing his face and pressing my lips onto his, tasting myself on his tongue.

"Fuck me, Noah." I mumbled against his lips.

He growled into the kiss and flip us so that I was on my back and he was hovering above me. He stood up to pull his shirt off along with his pants and I did the same, drinking in the sight of his naked body. My eyes dropped to his erection, precum gathering on the tip as he slid his hand down his length.

My core throbbed at the size of him and I reached my hand in his direction. He walked closer and I grabbed his erection, sliding my hand up and down while using my thumb to smear the precum down the length of him. A soft moan escaped him before he crawled on top of me, pressing his lips to mine.

"Are you.." He mumbled against my lips, almost unable to finish his sentence.

"I'm clean and on birth control." I mumbled back, reaching between us to rub my thumb over the tip of his dick.

"I'm clean too." He said, kissing me harder.

I kissed him back, rubbing my thumb back and forth and causing him to moan against my lips. "Then get inside of me."

Those words were all it took for him to slide his length between my lips before sliding all the way into me, my arousal making it easy for him to fully enter me. We broke the kiss to gasp at the feeling, my legs coming up to wrap around his waist.

"Noah." I breathed out, placing my hands on his cheeks. "Don't go easy."

His eyes darkened as I said this. He pulled his hips back before slamming them into mine, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He placed his hands on my hips and squeezed hard as he began thrusting into me harshly, undoubtedly leaving bruises behind for later. His name fell from my lips in moans over and over the more he thrust into me. He leaned back and pulled my legs up so that they rested over his shoulders, squeezing my knees together. I gasped at the new angle, his thrusts perfectly hitting my g spot and my legs rubbing together stimulating my clit.

"Fuck." I moaned out, tossing my head back into the couch. I squeezed his thighs with my hands, nails digging into his tattooed skin.

"You feel so fucking good." He moaned, placing a kiss then a bite on my ankle.

"God, you're making me feel so good." I said, opening my eyes to look up at him.

The more he thrust into me the more my second orgasm built up, turning me into a moaning mess beneath him.

"You're gonna cum again, I can feel it." He groaned, thrusts staying at a steady pace. I nodded as my moans sped up, eyes squeezing shut. "Let go again. You can do it."

My breathing sped up before I was screaming his name, my second orgasm of the night crashing over me like a tidal wave. His thrusts slowed down to work me through my high again, body twitching underneath him.

"Fuck." I breathed out, eyes opening back up to meet his.

He smirked and leaned down to kiss me, my legs draped across his shoulders. "Good girl." He said against my lips before starting thrusting into me again.

My knees were to my chest and ankles over his shoulders as he kissed me, his thrusts becoming sloppier as his own orgasm crept up on him.

"I'm so fucking close." He growled against my lips, hand coming up to squeeze my neck.

My mouth dropped open as he squeezed me, more pleasure shooting through my body. "Cum for me, then." I breathed out, eyes locked onto his.

His brows furrowed. "Goddamn, you feel so good." He whined.

I bit my bottom lip as I watched his face contort in pleasure, a few more sloppy thrusts into me before he was pulling out and cumming on my stomach. Whines and whimpers mixed with his moans escaped him, his eyes rolling back as his body shook with his orgasm. I drank in the sight of him coming undone between my legs, committing everything to memory.

He sighed and dropped his head once his high calmed down, placing a kiss on my ankle. He slowly lowered my legs so he didn't hurt me before grabbing a few tissues from the table beside us to clean both of us off. He squeezed himself between me and the couch, turning me on my side so that we were face to face and his arm was draped across my waist.

"Hi." He breathed out.

I giggled, pushing the hair off of his forehead. "Hi."

"That is not how I expected tonight to go." He said, eyes shut in exhaustion.

I chewed on the inside of my lip to stifle the smile that threatened to slide onto my face. "Are you mad about it?"

His eyes popped open as he quickly shook his head no, causing me to laugh. "Not at all. I wouldn't be mad if it happened again, either."

I grinned and pressed my lips onto his.

"Me either."

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