#I just opened his stream for a sec and was greeted with this

[royalarchivist]

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[court-jobi]

Kissproof

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Pairing: Todoroki x reader (fem!reader)

Words: 3.3k

Rating: G~

Warnings: Behold the FLUFF, soft Todoroki hours, est. relationship, slice of life, light jealousy, getting ready together, assurance, non-sexual intimacy, this is not 'touch her you die'-- this is 'touch her and ill stare at you till you do the right thing'

Summary:

Having grown up around a sister, Shoto Todoroki held no resentment about seeing you mull about hogging the mirror. On the contrary, he’d always found the care and details girls would put into their appearances to be remarkable. To be the one watching and sharing these intimate routines with you is something he treasures-- if only he could always keep you to himself like this… not always possible in a room chock-full of heroes with wandering eyes.

A/N: my first attempt at a todoroki fic? because he's so gentle and deserves everything wonderful?? This feels so different than my recent Bakugou works, and I love the change of pace. Hope yall like it too!

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Having grown up around a sister, Shoto Todoroki held no resentment about seeing you mull about hogging the mirror. On the contrary, he’d always found the care and details girls would put into their appearances to be remarkable: a personal touch that adorned what beautiful foundation was already there.

The way the makeup artists would enhance his fellow heroes at press photoshoots should be hailed as art. He didn't see why makeup brushes were marketed any differently than those belonging to a painter. Industry-performing nonsense, he supposed. 

When you finally got a spare moment to yourself in this hotel suite in Kobe getting ready for dinner,  your circle of best girlfriends -brought into your life by his introduction- were deciding on dresses when Todoroki came over through the open conjoining room unnoticed, looking for you.

You’re still robed up post-shower and kept calling out answers to Kirishima and Midoriya on what to wear across the room. Bakugou had even swallowed his pride enough to ask you to get the ‘shitty cufflinks’ on his ‘shitty jacket’ right because his ‘shitty fingers’ couldn’t quite manage it. You’d become something of an invaluable resource by nature- maternal instincts seep from you so easily- but unfortunately have put you in last place in terms of getting ready.

As Todoroki entered your space, you were mid makeup; eyes almost done, but before lips or anything else past your light moisturizer. You caught his eye a bit embarrassed.

"Uh--hey, hon’~" you greet with complete fondness, despite his quiet intrusion.

With a small word of greeting back, he took a mental picture of this serene state of you. Something he can remember when he’s past the point of exhaustion on hour ten of patrol, and needs a lifeline. 

Unphased by the sight of piles of toiletry bags and finishing tools galore, he took a seat along the edge of the high-walled tub, pulling out his phone for a second while you processedwhat he was doing: making himself comfortable.

"Sorry, did you need the- um?"

He looked back up at you, gesturing limply towards the toilet, but he dismisses that suggestion. Certainly wasn't in line or anything for that; only for you. 

"No,” Todoroki dismissed calmly, “ just wondered if they were finally letting you be.”

You appeared pleased at his reasoning, jutting your hair back over your shoulder as he sat there smiling a bit in admiration. Phone’s properly set to silent now; nothing to interrupt the nice lofi streaming from your phone’s tiny speaker.

"I'll be done in a sec, it doesn’t take me too long. Just gotta, y'know- 'doll myself up'. Got a lot of heads to turn here tonight.”

Todoroki glares at you in a silly deadpan. "You're lovely in the company of one as you are in a hundred, but if more makes you happy, do whatever you'd like."

You turned back to the mirror to carry on, in view to catch him looking over at you every now again in the reflection. Your effortless flair for polishing was a thing to witness firsthand. He was hardly bored, watching you; as entertained as can be rather than begging ‘are you done yet’ through tired stares. 

"Guess you're really not one of those ‘no makeup’ guys,” you chime from the vanity. 

"Hm?" Todoroki livens up as you engage with him after a long stretch of silence. 

"Most boys have pretty strong opinions about girls in full face. Like, ‘you really shouldn’t wear so much’. Or on the flip side, like ‘ooooo she's gotta wear red’ or ‘make sure it matches the nails’ or how it takes too long..."

From your poised exterior, Todoroki finds your swirling stream of consciousness a funny contrast when you let him in on your thought process.

With a patient smirk, he merely tilts his head at you, “Did you ask for my opinion?”

You’re torn for a minute- clear that you're worried about offending him and quick to respond,

“--Not that I'd hate it~ but I don't think so, no,” you answer.

“Because it doesn’t matter,” Todoroki answers you comfortably. “It’s your hobby, sweetheart. You should enjoy it for you.”

Your freshly finished eyes crinkle at him, “Just don’t want you bored out of your mind over there, not even having a say.��

"Do you mind my being here?"

Peaceably, you keep his stare. "No, not at all."

"Then don’t worry about what I think. You like doing it, I get the time with you, so you can take as long as you’d like."

Capping the mascara, you double tap your phone to illuminate it, “We’re good on time, right?”

Confident in a companionable sort of way, Todoroki defends that however much time you need, you’ll get. He’d give you the moon if he could.

“Time’s yours. No rush.”

It’s the truth; Todoroki benefits from either state of you– whether it's brushed on or not, he gets the chance to soak in your beauty as you allow him to. The intimacy of these lovely feminine practices is what appeals to him anyway. It could be watching you dole out your extensive skincare or something as simple as handing you your prized chapstick when it’s cold; Todoroki just loves watching you tend to yourself– and letting him in on the secrets.

He allowed his head to rest on the wall as he watched you put highlighter and a deep lip color on that complemented your dress of choice. Then as you brought some hair up to see the whole finished look, it’s only at this stage that he piped up again.

"What color is your dress?"

You turned a bit to the open entryway closet, where your roommates all sufficiently moved in and prepped for the weekend’s events. A mix of hero garb and formalwear lined the maxxed out closet.

"It's that black sleeveless one in there, if you don’t mind grabbing it?" 

As you were now in the middle of putting on an earring, Todoroki passed behind you to do just that. 

He came back with the hotel’s branded hangar, and you pulled it up to pet the fabric in appreciation.

"I like it cuz it’s super soft on the inside. No pockets though," you made a teasing whisper mocking where the inert should be. Todoroki rolled his eyes playfully.

"You women and your pockets."

"They're all designed by men who don't understand! You know that, right?"

"Are you going to keep complaining, or put it on?"

You turned with a little sway, "Ahhh, now I see why I have an audience..."

Todoroki suddenly found an ounce of shame and shy, contrasting eyes, and he stamped on an apology to not appear so hungry, "U-um, sorry. I'll uh–,"

You dismissed his gentlemanly move to exit– and tugged him forward instead. You leaned in close to his ear, 

"I'll be right out. Don't go far– I’ll need you."

Not a minute later, you met the room with half the girls fiddling over Iida’s suit and half over Midoriya’s finishing touches when Mina squealed your return:

"OH YES, BABE! This is IT!!"

Eyes all shot to you in your final reveal. You gave the little model leg stance under the attention, highlighting the leg slit and jeweled accent down the leg. The move made poor ‘Deku’ choke at the sight, and Kirishima froze all coherent thought for a split second (as he did for just about all his friends). 

Todoroki turned around from his view by the window to meet your expectant eye. Despite having seen every bit of your outfit come together, he completed a full check out on you and didn't hide his smirk well.

"Oh my God, Todoroki, you’re ogling– quit that!!" Hagakure chided.

"Not until she quits that."

His admiration of you held no shame whatsoever– which you accepted a long time ago.

"I'll -erm- just say you look great, chief! Not anything else, man!!" Kirishima was quick to appease Todoroki’s acute glare at the enthusiasm for you, his coworker. Kirishima would ordinarily argue you were his work wife, but not in front of ‘Icyhot’.

"Thanks hunny," You smiled innocently enough,but ultimately joined Todoroki’s warm side.

He outstretched an arm out to pull you in, only to notice you twirl around to him to show where you did need his help after all. Pinned down by your precariously positioned hand behind your back, Todoroki could now see you needed zipped up.

A caring touch was needed, and his heart softened unfairly with the insinuation that you wanted his touch to be the one to do it. By your expectant look over your shoulder, it’s sweetly implied that you’d never consider anyone else for the job.

Once done, your turning back around allowed you the space to straighten out his lapel more affectionately– he didn’t see what about this was particularly endearing, but your pampering gesture brings a swoon from all the women in the room.

Todoroki zoned out for a moment– holding close the feeling that he never wanted to be at an event where you weren't by his side like this. His hands settle appropriately to your waist in a comfortable hug while you admire his suit with surprise.

"This cut is really nice on you. You need to remember this one for the agency dinner next month!"

He tips his head down a bit at the compliment but turned it around to you quickly, 

"I could say the same for you; but I have the feeling anything you choose would have the same effect as this. You sure wear the dress, not the other way around."

"Flatterer."

A warmhanded brush of fingers to your neck, just as you like it,

"Gorgeous."

"Oh GOD,” Bakugou revolts, “don't make me PUKE, ICYHOT!!"

That night, each step you took had Todoroki seeking you out- the clack of your heel piquing his attention. 

His magnetic attraction fell gently over you tonight as always… though your reaction to his sights on you would drag him near the rest of the way: a fierceness he adored about you. How you protected the bond you shared -displaying your love loudly- was an appreciated sign of commitment, whether it took the form of a hand in his, your body pressed close into his side, or through a whispered word meant only for his ears.

One point in the night after supper, Todoroki parted from you briefly. Not far, but you’d strayed off with a few mutual friends engrossed in your own conversation, the social butterfly you were that outshone his more withdrawn personality. The assembly brought some pro-heroes from several districts together and acted as both networking and reunion for those separated by vocation.

You're catching up with an old friend of yours who Todoroki can almost name– if not for the itch of irritation clouding his long term memory. 

There were many whom you’d shared stories of from your past, though the man before you carried a classically flirty energy Todoroki felt he should recall. He’s half listening to Kirishima’s recent advances to the old flame the redhead was tending to– in favor of monitoring the situation involving his own. 

Fortunately, his powers of observation suit him well even in instances like this, where Todoroki can sense from your neck’s tilt alone that you’re locked in conversation, but don’t perceive a threat in your eyes. 

–But unfortunately, it did little to settle his own reservations. Firm reservations. The man had you twirl a bit in an old 1940s style show over your outfit, which only sent poor Todoroki into alert mode. 

He held his glass a bit tighter and tried to not stare bullets into the brunette, yet failed. 

Kirishima’s brief little nudge righted Todoroki’s damning sights on your present company. The unspoken word he held with a raised brow gave Todoroki a fair amount of encouragement, and a check on his palpable jealousy.

“Y’know,” Kirishima took in the sights of the exquisite lighting above their heads, “For a guy who’s got the most temperamental quirk I’ve seen, you’ve got a pretty funny way of showing when you’re unnerved.”

Todoroki bit his tongue from spouting something harsh back, “What do you mean.”

“Normally when folks get hot over something, you can see steam comin’ out their ears, Tom & Jerry style~” Kirishima chuffed. “You on the other hand– take an icy approach.”

Looking down for once, Todoroki noted he now held a frosted glass– more than his crafted cocktail iceblock should do. 

“But hey, keeps your drink from getting watered down, eh? Wish I could have that sort of tell!”

Kept in check by ‘Riot’s playful sense of security, Todoroki calmed his own flare of green. 

It certainly wasn’t his best quality; there was still plenty in his nature that he’s been actively trying to overwrite. His owning of his emotions is work he implements in everyday risk and battle. Though in his efforts to not let those same extreme emotions tear his fledgling little family apart (the one he shares with you), Todoroki tends to take a polarizing approach to his role as a supportive partner than the one his father modeled for him:

Where his old man viewed his wife as subservient and held strict boundaries within their dynamic, the tie he held to you was a treasured partnership. An act of give and take, but one he chose to adore and never take for granted– not for an instant. He was simply protective– at least he was trying to be, in the most even-tempered way.

It was a tender thing he was gifted, in a surprising turn of fate he believed he may never have found for himself… but one thing Todoroki swears to is that coming into your favor was a balm for him. Something steady, something breathing, a lifeline that enriched everything it touched, including his view on the very world itself.

Not just because you were the woman he fully intended to marry someday: but that you were a light he wanted to keep warm and safe and never let anything threaten that shine.

Just relying on the constancy that the very thought of you brings to mind eases Todoroki’s spirit, and he can now react to Kirishima’s asides about Bakugou and Midoriya’s current rivaling ‘dance’ around the dessert table with a lighter heart.

After ignoring where his mind had fallen away to for a moment, a touch brought his attention back to you, who was leading said peacock over. You got real close into Todoroki’s space, a hint he grappled onto immediately as you lowered your tone of voice… purposefully, to make the point clear,

"Hey sweetheart, I brought a old friend over I'd like you to meet!” 

You touched along his chest for security, but it’s a sincere move that would assure even a perfect stranger what the nature of your relationship is. 

“After all,” -casual as you sound, you’re fixed on Todoroki alone- “I wanted everyone here in my circle to know who the next top hero in Japan is... so they can say they knew him when~"

Todoroki looked from you back to the brunette, who seemed a bit taken aback at your crystal clear relationship status now. And boy, did Shoto want nothing more than to play into that. 

But in his perfect, practiced graces, Todoroki met your friend’s gaze with a hand reeling you in close by the waist.

Ordinarily he’d bow or at the very least extend a hand to shake– but pocketing his other hand instead felt like the more appropriate move. A confident stance, assured by your presence once again rubbing at his back unseen.

"How sweet of you, darling. Shoto Todoroki, a pleasure."

Pleasantries are shared, and you never budge once from his hold even to switch weight from one foot to the other. Todoroki feels every bit the power couple, with you by his side.

Once your company did leave after brief chatter again (primarily led by you) did you almost chortle into Todoroki’s neck,

"Oh my God, Sho~ you are steaming."

Todoroki keeps a calm exterior, but hints at his earlier irritation playfully enough in a crowd full of people, "Why was he touching you."

"He's from the islands down south, super big dance culture. Plenty of those dance nights at the student union were headed up by him alone, back in the day….”

But you didn't want to excuse your man's feelings as you caught his eyes,

“Though as it seemed he was willing to pick up some things where he feels we left off, I had to see him straight,” you ran relaxed fingers down his coat’s opening. “Figured I'd let you have a bit of fun, and I'm very glad you behaved."

Todoroki moved you into the music that began queueing up at the moment, so it seemed more like a dance.

"I think I'm having second thoughts about the dress now,” he murmurs with a crafty eye to you. Not aimed to be mean, because there’s plenty of love in his look to spare, “I'm not so sure it sends the right message."

Centering to the front of him, you relished in Todoroki’s duality of design. "Oh?"

"He was drooling over you," He sounded firm.

"And you're not?" You teased by his ear. That comment pressed you closer to him. Maybe a touch possessive, but still giving you plenty of space to settle and push back if you wished. 

Your voice dripped of its soft nature you reserved for him- genuine, and not the customer-service persona you gave off when in control…

"This dress was for me and you, y’know. No one else. See how it matches?” you trace along the inner lining of the jacket, fingers dipping inside where the warmth is captured. 

You draw a special kanji over his heart, a blend of your initials hidden by his coat~

“I’d have my mark on you too, if it wouldn’t look so obvious. Just you, my prince."

Todoroki smiled a bit towards your shoulder, appeased for the moment, catching your eyes again, "I'd like to kiss you for that. But I know how much you worked on all this."

You smirked. Without a word, you smudged a finger to your lips  brusquely, and showed no color at all left behind on the finger. 

"Girl magic: kiss-proof."

Todoroki’s eyes lit for a second before he grinned again. This time, he caught the gaze of another couple standing off to the wall who seemed to be noticing you two, and he very purposefully decided on giving a show, no matter who sees. He’s insanely proud of you, after all, so he could risk a little expression tonight. 

He caressed your neck gently and brought you into a close, full kiss that you chuckled lowly into. He looked blissed and a touch smug on standing back.

"Better, hon’?"

"Better," He smoothed a hand up your back until he took your hand to stay in his arm, "although I think I'll stick a little closer to you tonight, all the same."

"No complaints here," You took a walk through here and there, and managed to claim a view by the tall windows overlooking the nightlife below. "--especially with you trying out a new pet name back there..."

"You liked that, huh?" Todoroki came to stand behind you, and you leaned back into his hug.

You tugged his arms around to where they caressed your sides and swayed a bit comfortably.

He smiled and chuckled into your back, pressing a little kiss onto your forehead offered to him.

Shoto stands with you as you're looking far out into the city, but all he cares about is the window's reflection on you:

Not a paint stroke out of place, even after his kiss. A portrait the room should very well be envious of, but that he’s fully secure is all for him.

"Darling it is."

[seoktized]

mdni.

a/n: this gyub rot is killing me PLS i need him so bad.. reblogs are very appreciated <3 thank u for reading :3

warnings: cursing, phone sex, gyuvin calls reader ‘bunny’ + other pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, doll), toy usage.

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imagine teasing gyuvin by sending him pics of you all dolled up in a pretty pink set, sending it with a message saying ‘miss you tons’

gyuvin was shocked, you knew he was filming for their new comeback. but he also knew you didn’t care. you just wanted a reaction out of him.

you smirked as texts from gyuvin began flooding in, but the last text was accompanied by a picture.

a picture of his hand resting over his bulge, his jeans down around his ankles. you assumed the photo was taken in the bathroom of the building they were filming in.

‘call me.’

you sat up on the bed, propping your phone up before hitting the facetime button. excitement flowing through your veins as you waited for gyuvin to pick up.

when the call connected you were greeting with an annoyed gyuvin.

“you couldn’t wait until i got home? you’re that needy?” he questioned. you watched as his eyes darted around the screen, taking in your pretty form.

you nodded, “i’m sorry, gyuv.. i was layin’ here and i started thinkin’ about you. i wanted to surprise you.”

“well, bunny, your little surprise got me hard,” he chuckled before shuffling a bit, “now you’re gonna help me out cause i cant film like this.”

there was a pause before he flipped the camera around, revealing his hard cock. the tip red and leaking as he slowly stroked himself.

“c’mon, bun, don’t be shy.” he said lowly.

you moved back on the bed, spreading your legs for gyuvin. he watches as you teasingly pulled off your panties.

“fuck, you don’t think you’ve teased me enough? don’t wanna have to punish your more later.” he said through gritted teeth.

your eyes trailed over to your nightstand, remembering you had a dildo stashed in there for whenever gyuvin wasn’t around.

“wait a sec,” you squeaked before moving out of the camera to grab the toy.

gyuvin’s hand stopped at the base of his cock, waiting for you to come back into view. when he saw what was in your hand, he cursed under his breath.

you quickly adjusted yourself and spread your legs once again, this time reaching down to rub the toy up and down your slick. you moaned as it brushed against your clit.

“put it inside, bun,” he groaned, “i gotta go back soon.”

you nodded and pushed the dildo in slowly, the stretch making your head tilt back and your eyes flutter shut.

“mmm, fuck, gyuvin. wish it was you..” you moaned out.

gyuvin winced, tightening his grip on his cock, imagining it was your cunt wrapped around his length. you opened your eyes, titling your head back down to watch as gyuvin fucked his hand.

a whine escaped your lips as the tip of the dildo reached deep inside your pussy, almost feeling like gyuvin’s.

“that’s it, pretty girl. shit- you gonna cum for me? make a mess all on the bed?” gyuvin’s eyes were glued to the screen, watching as your cunt sucked in the toy.

you cried out, nodding profusely at gyuvin’s words. your free hand snaked down to your clit, drawing circles on the bundle of nerves.

“cum for me, bunny.” he groaned.

the stimulation to your clit and the rasp of gyuvin’s voice was all it took to send you over the edge. gyuvin came at the sight of your convulsing form, a stream of curses flowing from his mouth.

you whimpered as you slid the dildo out and you heard a sharp intake of air from gyuvin.

“ready for you to get home, gyu.” you said with a loopy grin on your face. you sat up to grab your phone then fell back onto the bed.

gyuvin had now turned the camera and you could see his flushed cheeks.

“you’re in for a long night, sweetheart.” his eyes narrowed before a loud knock echoed throughout the room.

“gyuvin? you okay in there? you’ve been gone for like 30 minutes.”

you couldn’t make out who the voice was, but gyuvin rolled his eyes, replying “yea, i’ll be out in a sec.” to the person outside.

“see you later, doll. no more pictures like that while i’m at work okay? can’t risk the boys seeing ‘em.” he said.

you nodded, “mhmm okay, gyuv. see you later, i love you.”

“i love you more,” gyuvin replied before he hung up, quickly scrambling to get out of the bathroom and finish filming so he could go home.

‘time to plan another surprise’ you thought to yourself.

[sassycheesecake]

"Keeeeeenmaaaaaaa." You call your roommate out from the kitchen, hoping he hears you from his current stream.

Silence.

"Ugh." You growl and make your way to his streaming room.

First, he texts you to warm up the leftovers from last night instead of talking to you like a normal human being. Then he doesn’t answer you, even if he texted to call for him to tell him it’s ready.

Hearing him talk through the closed door, you open it a bit after knocking three times.

"One sec, roomie called. You can come in." Kenma looks over his shoulder, when he spots you, he turns around to tell his fans he’ll be afk for five minutes.

Now fully turning to you in his overly expensive gaming chair, you have his full attention.

"You texted me 10 minutes ago that you wanted the pasta heated up remember?" You lean against the door frame while crossing one leg over the other.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that. I’ll go and get it." The dyed blonde gets up slowly from his chair, bending his back a little bit, until he hears it crack.

Sighing deeply, he sets his cat-ear headset down, walking past you, dragging his legs like a zombie.

You watch him walk down the hallway towards the kitchen, when he rounds the corner you see his chat still being active, thankfully his Webcam is currently off.

Soon enough, you hear his light foot steps again and this time he has a bowl in his hand and he’s eating while walking.

"Don’t choke." You tease.

"I won’t." He mumbles while eating the noodles.

"Sooo… what are you playing?" You walk in a little bit with him in his room, watching as he sits down again.

"Wocket Leeg." He replies with his mouth full.

"Sounds fun." You lean over his shoulder as you watch and read over the chat.

All of sudden, you see a few names popping up that are mentioning your name, freaking out with excitement that they are hearing a female voice of the roommate of THE Kodzuken.

"They want you to say 'hi'." Finishing up his food, he turns to you with a gleam in his eyes, putting the headset back on.

Squishing your face against his, so you can talk into the mic, you greet his fans which causes a blow up in the chat, people being super hyped to hear you for the first time.

"So uh... what should I say?" You ask Kenma in an intriguing voice, reading the comments as they almost explode at hearing a female's voice and such a beautiful one at that.

"Just say anything, they seem to love you already more than me." Kenma laughs softly.

You laugh along with him, when a comment catches your eye.

spaceExplorer234: yo who dis? that your girlfriend?

Your cheeks begin to heat up in embarrassment and since your cheek is still smushed against his, he can feel the warmth and it makes him blush too.

"No, I am not his girlfriend. Just his roommate, occasionally his chef and also his maid, when he leaves his dirty socks lying around." You laugh and Kenma groans in embarrassment.

The chat explodes yet again, this time with lots of laughing gifs and people sending clapping hands emoji, calling you 'queen' and 'gaming wifey' after you revealed that you play games as well, just not on stream like your roommate.

Kenma drinks his diet coke, when he reads the message after you.

"'Gaming wifey'? That's kinda cute. Am I your gaming wifey?" You grin easily at him and he chokes on his soda.

BigDaddyTacobell420: I ship it!!!!!!!

You and Kenma both read that comment and you look at each other briefly before looking away quickly, an intense blush spread across both of your faces.

Thank goodness the chat can’t see your faces, they’d have a blast.

Coughing a bit, you tell Kenma you need to get back to your studies and he mumbles out a quiet okay.

Leaving the room, the dyed-blonde looks at your retreating figure, getting back to his game and talks to his chat again.

SnackMaster1652: Kodzuken if you don’t ask her out I will

"Well good luck trying to reach her. She doesn’t have any social accounts. But I plan to ask her out, I just hope she’ll say yes…" Kenma says with a big sigh, still calming his heart down from the person that said that they ship the two of you together.

Nonetheless, somehow Kenma got a good feeling that his chances are high.

And how right the former Setter was….

Four months later, Kenma is playing CS:GO on his keyboard, but this time he has a player two joining him.

Said Player Two is sitting in his lap, controlling the keyboard while Kenma controls the mouse.

"Go around the corner, no no the other one."

"Be more specific!"

"Go B."

"Okay."

You press the character to walk forward with his gun, changing the weapon to a sniper rifle.

"Babe, you have to plant the bomb you know?"

"Don’t tell me what to do, I am trying to survive here."

"We will survive by planting the bomb and then shooting off the other team."

"I don’t like conflicts…" You mumble as you get more comfortable in your boyfriend’s lap.

"Baby, I don’t know if you noticed but this is a shooter game. The whole point of playing it, IS to create conflict. We need to kill the other members." Kenma laughs.

"Yeah yeah."

It’s quiet for a few seconds until you spot an enemy of the opposite team and you scream as he starts shooting at you.

"Walk over behind the wall! Press S! Quickly!" Kenma yells and you yell back at him.

"I AM! STOP SCREAMING AT ME! I DON’T WORK WELL UNDER PRESSURE!"

The enemy spots you again and immediately fires at you and kills you.

"This is your fault." You mumble after the defeat.

"How is this my fault?! You’re controlling the movement, I am just shooting!" Kenma says in bewilderment.

The stream is having a blast, the banter and the bickering between the two of you always make the viewers laugh and comment at the behavior of you and Kenma like an old married couple.

[devilishchaos]

Needy | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N is needy for vitamin Rúben.

Warnings: Explicit smut, explicit talk, unprotected vaginal penetration (don't do it!!! stay safe!), hair grabbing, thigh riding, size talk just for a sec

Word Count: 2 307 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

You were watching the training livestream on the Man City YouTube channel, trying to catch a glimpse of your man training on the field. The Etihad Campus had an open door day so the training could be watched online and since you stayed at home today and spent some much needed chill and relaxing time, you decided that you had nothing better to do than to thirst over your man. 

Watching him work hard made you come to the realization that you missed him a lot today, missed his touch..you craved him, not being able to feel his skin on your own or to please him the way he could please you - drove you absolutely insane. The only thing you could think about was Rúben..and his long fingers tracing down your body, starting around your nipples and touching them until they’re rock hard, then going lower and lower so he’s brushing over your inner thighs, teasing you until he lightly runs one of his fingers through your folds, coating it with your wetness before slipping it in, soon adding another one and pumping them in and out of you in a slow way, making you desperate for more, begging him to put his mouth to your dripping pussy and fuc- 

The ringing of your phone snapped you out of your daydream, Rúben’s name appearing on your screen. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at your laptop to see the stream had ended, meaning training was finished and Rúben was almost free to come home to you. 

“Hello, handsome.” you said when you picked up the phone, trying to not let him hear the trembling in your voice after turning yourself on by fantasizing about him..and his hands. 

“Hi, amor. I’m just calling to say I’ve finished training. We’ll have a quick recovery session and after that I’m heading home, okay? I love you.” Rúben hung up right after you said the three words back, indicating he was in a hurry, but it made you smile that he still took the time to call you. 

The agony of waiting for him to enter your shared apartment followed by your little daydream had caused you to be wet for the rest of the day, your panties soaked by now and you were needing a release and to have Rúben with you was a must. 

After what felt like eternity, you finally hear the gentle clicks of Rúben’s key unlocking the front door of your guys’ apartment and feel a rush of excitement fill your chest. You immediately leave your spot on the couch to greet him. 

Rúben, with his backpack over one shoulder and his shoes in hand, barely closed the front door when you said 

“I want your dick..right now.” 

That made him turn towards you so fast, his backpack slipped off his shoulder. 

“W- What?” Rúben asked puzzled. 

“Hello, love. Welcome back. How was training? I want your dick.” you paused for a second and closed your eyes, took a deep breath in and added “I want it now. Like I have to have it..right now. Please, Rúben.” you gave him your best puppy eyes. 

With his mouth slightly open, Rúben was flashing in rags at you and simply said “Okay.”

“Perfect. So..youuu..wanna do it on the couch or in the bedroom?” 

“Wherever you want, baby.” and with that you took his hand and led him to the couch, because it was closer. 

You tore his jacket off him, dropped it on the floor and pushed Rúben to sit on the couch, then straddled his thighs. 

“Wait, wait, wait..I- I-..um..I’m not..I have to..” Rúben nervously tried to explain that he wasn’t hard yet 

“Shh..relax. I’m gonna take care of you.” you lean in for a kiss and he revels in your sensual embrace, loving your soft fingers tracing around his abdomen, feeling around his chest. Rúben lets out a noise, halfway between a purr and a grunt, hand gliding from your ass to the hem of your (his) big t-shirt as he tugs it over your head. You aren’t wearing anything to cover your breasts, which he’s eager to kiss. 

Taking his own t-shirt off, Rúben tosses the garment over the back of the couch. The roaring fire, coming from the fireplace, coupled with the heated friction between the two of you, makes things hot very quickly, temperatures rising as he pulls you in for another kiss. 

Your touch is voracious, groping and kneading into every available space of skin, molding Rúben in ways that he never thought were possible. You are passionate and exploratory, like the lick of an open flame, leaving behind incendiary sparks that make his stomach church with anticipation. You reciprocate his kiss, open-mouthed and heady as his palm falls against one of your breasts. 

Rúben moves you up, so you're straddling just above his hips, enough for him to have room to kiss your body. Each caress of his mouth to your flesh makes you shiver, fingers blindly skimming about to tangle within his hair. His lips are snug against your breasts, leaving behind pleasant trails of red marks. 

Allowing his mouth to wrap around one of your nipples, he begins to lightly suck at the sensitive nub, groping and squeezing at the one left unattended. Your fingers are tangled throughout his dark hair, melding your body to his as he showers your chest in appreciation, throaty sounds escaping from you. Rúben’s attentive, kissing and sucking until he pulls away, face pressing into the valley between your breasts. 

You can feel his cock prodding into your thigh at this point, twitching and throbbing inside of his pants, full of an aching want for you. Being on top of him doesn’t relieve anything either, but Rúben isn’t finished with you just yet, adjusting your legs until they’re situated atop one of his legs, and not straddling his lap. The material of your panties happen to be paper-thin, you are able to feel the sinewy muscles of his thigh.

Rúben places his mouth everywhere he can reach, letting out some husky whimpers as you begin to grind yourself into his thigh, attempting to find the perfect angle. Tilting yourself forward, your fingers grip his hair, his mouth tracing all over your neck, feeling you start to rock atop his thigh as you find the perfect amount of friction. 

A soft moan tore past your parted lips, feeling the muscles of his thigh, the angle at which you grind your pussy into him..the sensations sending shivers up your spine. Rúben’s hands grope at your hips, holding onto the curve of your waist as you ride his thigh, coaxing your face closer as he kisses you with blinding passion. Heat pools between your legs, soaking your panties in the process even more, if that was possible. 

“Rúben..” you moan against his mouth, his hands guiding you along, pushing you onto his thigh with each roll of your hips.You are putty within his grasp, able to be molded and bent as he saw fit, steadily rocking your clothed cunt into his thigh, making you squeak and mewl. 

As you’re riding his thigh, chasing after the growing sensation of your orgasm, Rúben’s palm splays out across the small of your back, face nestling into the crook of your neck as he shoves you further downward. He’s exuding more of his strength, letting your clit rub against the muscles of his leg, moving you with a force riddled with friction. 

His cock throbs and twitches within his pants, aching to be inside of you, but Rúben is willing to be patient, watching you move on top of him with a slight clumsiness, but he’s beyond understanding. You’re absolutely perfect..you’re stunning like this, straddling his leg and moaning his name, mouth having fallen apart to express your state of bliss. 

Rúben eases you forward, planting hot, messy kisses against your soft flesh, feeling your legs quiver around him as he jostles his thigh against your slit. The sounds you make are beyond delicious, he’s absolutely enthralled by you, mesmerized as you desperately careen into him, wanting an orgasm so very terribly. 

You feel his hand drift toward your ass again, giving it several greedy gropes and squeezes as he nudges you off of his leg. There’s a dark, wet splotch left behind, not that it bothers him, and before you know it, you’re situated on your back, Rúben between your legs. He’s tugging your panties off, gently sliding them down until they’re somewhere around your ankles. 

“I need you..” you whisper, Rúben responds with a husky noise, a throaty rumble that fills your stomach with warmth. The crackling of the hearth is beyond atmospheric, filling the living room with heat, making your skin break out with light perspiration “..Rúben, I need you..so bad.” you say it again, feeling his cock knead against your soaked folds. 

Rúben's face is hovering above yours and he settles for showering you in needy kisses, mouth settling along the curve of your jaw and just to the side of your jugular. 

Grinding his groin into you, his cock pushed past your folds, slathered with a sheen of precum, throbbing and hot as he teases your cunt. Rúben is well-endowed, you’ve come to learn, thick as ever as he slowly rolls his hips into you, keeping your legs apart. The noises you let out are vulgar, abhorrently sinful as he sluggishly thrusts his way into your aching slit, a low groan escaping from him in the process. 

It’s incendiary, the rush of heat between the two of you, chest to chest, flush together. Your hands come underneath his arms, feeling the muscles of his shoulder blades move, knees constricting his hips as he begins to find a pleasurable pace. Each roll of his hips finding a way to stuff you completely, until he can’t go any further. 

Rúben was horribly possessive in the moment whether you fully realized it or not, dominating you and keeping you pinned underneath him. Even when trapped within the throes of passion, Rúben’s mouth is furious, relentless as he covers your chest in amatory kisses, alternating between your lips and breasts. 

He sets a pace that reaches deep inside of you, lacking callousness or a hastiness. Rúben savors each bump and sliver of friction, rutting into you at a slower crawl. You squirm and moan underneath him, as his cheek nestles against yours and you quiver out of sheer excitement. 

“R- Rúb- ben..ugh..yess.” you croon, shuddering when you feel his teeth scrape along your neck, hips rutting into you. Rúben’s pace becomes increasingly steady, cock pounding into you with those torpid thrusts. A feverish heat creeps across your flesh, nearly burning you alive, though the fireplace seems to contribute to such a sensation. 

Your nails sink into the dips of his shoulders, eliciting a heady, wanton growl that tears out from the back of his throat, ripping through you as goosebumps collect along your spine. Rúben’s cock continues to pound away at you, trembling as your walls clench around him, his stomach pooling with warmth. It’s a sensation that drives him wild, coupled with your nails wringing into his back, leaving behind red trails. 

Rúben can’t get enough of you, drunk on desire, drunk on the feelings you stir within him. Wistful and desperate to please you, he begins to drag his hips back, cock nearly out of you completely before he slams himself back inside. 

The living room is silent, save for the crackling of the dying fire and your intermingled noises, Rúben’s throaty groans and your mewls. He plucks one of your hands away from his shoulders, intertwining your fingers together as he pins your arm back against the leathery sofa. 

It’s perfect - he’s perfect, holding your hand as he fucks you into the couch. 

Your knees are wrangling onto his hips, squeezing and coaxing him closer, your free hand snapping to hold onto his arm, muscles tensing and flexing underneath your fingers. Rúben picks up his speed as he chases after his orgasm, throbbing cock sending pulsations of heat into you, shockwaves even..as you lazily grind your hips against his, careening inward for another blistering kiss. 

He shudders, his thrusts stuttering as he cums inside of you with a throaty moan, feeling your cunt clench around his cock, your fingers clinging onto him as if you were a drowning woman. Rúben huffs, snapping his hips into you again as he fills you up, peppering feather-light kisses all along your jaw. 

You happen to cum in tandem with him, sticky and messy as you involuntarily push your thighs together. Rúben’s gaze is adoring, simply put - lovesick. His thumb strokes across your cheek, pulling out of you with a soft grunt. 

Rúben puts your (his) t-shirt back on, retrieving some articles of clothing that were lost along the way. His touch is gentle, tender after everything as he tidies himself, sinking back into the sofa. He’s quick to scoop you up, placing you back into his lap. 

Curling into his chest, your palm settles along his abdomen, tracing patterns onto his ribcage. Rúben seems to voice his enjoyment of such a gesture, letting out some noise that’s a cross between a hum and a purr, hands massaging into your hips, cheek nestling against the top of your head. 

Rúben stares at you as if you’re the only person he’s ever known, the only one for him, placing his fingers underneath the t-shirt you wear, caressing your skin. 

Neither of you say anything - you don’t need to. Whatever just transpired between the two of you conveys all that you need to know, any unspoken feelings having bubbled to the surface. You press a kiss into his mouth and snuggle against his chest with a smile of contentment. 

[knightyoomyoui]

TWICE Sana x M/F Reader - "I Want It That Way"

I'M BACK. After 3 months of no update, your one and only Knight Yoo-Myoui returns to bring you readers more stories in my book. Author's been in a really tough situation especially last month, but that still ain't gonna be enough to take out my passion and motivation to continue writing for both mine and your entertainment. I'm gonna continue this as long as I can. However, from now on; please understand and expect that I won't be updating very often like weekly or everyday as before. Studies is my current priority as of the moment but I promise that I will always update yall. Actually though, this new kind of pacing for both my writing procedure and publishing has somehow lessen the pressure in me. I'm really liking it so far, makes me comfortable. This story is requested by ShaShaSha029 BUT..., sorry Sha because I made some changes on your requested plot hehe. I already made the same concept from my previous works so I used your other request from another member to come up with something new that I haven't done yet. And as for the other member you requested to me, I'll give you a brand new plot for her. I hope you and the readers will like this. Enjoy reading! STREAM "I GOT YOU" and "ONE SPARK" MVs btw!

"I'm going home, guys. I'll leave the office to you all."

YN/LN, a current 4th year student from Cheongnamdong Polytechnic University and the campus' ongoing president of the student council, has just finished your tasks for today and is now about to depart from their office and send your goodbyes to your fellow members kindly to end the day on a positive note.

"Be safe on your way home, Pres!"

"You too."

You continued walking after sending him all the bright greetings, but before passing to your own cubicle and reaching the door, it opened. You then heard some footsteps behind it until a familiar figure made its presence known in front of you.

You watched your classmate, friend, and the secretary of their council, Yoo Janghoon, peeking at the door with a weird smile before you find him standing on your way.

Janghoon then approached YN.

"Seems like you're about to leave."

"Yeah." You nodded. " What's with your smile in your face? You look like you just saw something amusing.", he said in a judgmental look.

"Not with my own eyes, but the words I've heard are enough to picture her on mind." Janghoon smirked and bounced his brows.

"Her? You're into hunting chicks again?"

"Idiot, I have a girlfriend now, ofcourse I'm not." Janghoon mocked YN as he was about to throw a punch. "But seriously though, not even me could deny that it really does interest me."

"Why, what's going on out there?"

"Well, I've heard from my acquaintances from the other courses that there's a newly transferred female student here in the campus earlier after the class break."

"That late?"

"Yeah, I was a bit confused too but they said the professor just let it passed because they said that her documents were finalized at the last minute so that's why." YN hummed to react.

"And would you like to enlighten me what's so interesting with this random transferee student? I mean, no offense. Welcome aboard to the university but... what's special?"

"Dude, I'm telling you, it's not just "random", this girl was a legit bombshell. Based from how they described her, it was like when she stepped on the room, they felt like there was a legit goddess that got manifested into reality."

"And that's it?"

"Y-yeah... but you know and I know, dude. Our university has been missing it's "queen" for quite some time now. And probably the students are making noise about it is because they see a huge potential on her."

"Okay. Well, I do hope she doesn't feel overwhelmed with the attention she's about to receive on the next days of her stay here."

"But we're here as the council officers to take control, right?"

"Exactly." you nodded. "Anyways, gotta go now. I still have a family dinner not to miss."

"Alright, take care pres."

"You too, sec."

You left the office and the campus with a curiosity forming in your heart and mind on the identity of this woman that has been the center of the gossips you were unaware of due to how busy you are on the duties.

Arrived at home, you entered and got welcomed by your mother who is preparing their table for a lovely dinner tonight while your father is busy watching basketball on the living room.

"Good evening, mom."

"Good eve, YN. Tired?", she said while placing the plates on the table.

"Not that much but I would be glad to rest as always.", you spoke with a timid smile.

"Perfect, meal's coming right up real soon. Join your father there, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, mom."

You walked near to your father and greeted him courteously. You sat beside him and laid your back comfortably on the soft cushion of the couch to release all the pent-up exhaustion your body has consumed on today's packed class schedule.

Minutes later, your mother commands both you and your father to position yourselves on the seats. Each grabbing their own meal, all of you started praying first before taking your first bites and swallow on such a delicious food.

"Uhm, dear. We want to talk to you about something." Your mother inserted a topic to be discussed.

"Sure, mom. I'll be listening. What is it about?"

"It's like a business talk but this also concerns about your personal life too, YN which we much rather prioritize." Your father said after swallowing his throat. "We meet up with our partners on the company regarding this and we all come to an agreement."

"Agreement to what?"

"Me and your mother are placing you in an arrangement contract with their child."

"Wait, come again?"

"Arrangement contract. It means we set you up with someone as your age to date and marry one day, and we figured out that to strengthen the connection between us, we decided to-"

"Yes, wait. I know that part, dad but... why need to? Wasn't it too early? I get that you want me to have a wife and a family someday but... it's not one of my priorities so far.", you complained.

"YN, please do understand that your mother and I ain't be getting younger as time goes on. Someday, you'll be alone, and we just wanted to give you another family that you would be glad to remain and... hopefully, to remember us like how we raised you from the beginning."

"But wasn't this too fast? You're making me rush things."

Both sides went silent, as the father felt guilty also for how true your words are.

"It's my life. You may be the one who gave me that but I developed and earned a right to decide what's right for my future."

"We know, son... but we had no choice. It's for the sake also of our business. You know that we have to keep it to the mountain top so that we don't have our efforts of raising it go to waste, especially when this is the main reason how me and your mother were able to give you a better life that you deserve. And some way or another, you will be for sure, the one who will take the mantle and own my properties. You can use it also to raise your family easier."

"We are not forcing you to do this, YN. Please, we just wanted to inform you and talk about this because you also have a side and opinion to be heard. Whatever your answer may be, we will respect it. We are just suggesting, but hopefully you can consider it, honey." Your mother's soft voice effectively kept you at ease more.

Taking deep breaths and a short length of silence to contemplate, you looked at them both as you made your choice. "Fine. This is because I love you both and I owe you two everything. I'm doing it."

They both smiled in relief. "Thank you for this, son/daughter."

"No problem. So... can you tell me more about this contract?"

"Well it's simple, an arranged contract but we requested to have you and the girl we chose to spend 30-days or let's say a month to get to know each other and figure things out if you two would believe that everything will work out as a couple." Your father explained.

"And who's the girl that you guys have prepared for me?"

"They have an only child just like us, and it's an easier idea to place her because as we learned, their daughter is currenly in search of finding somebody to love."

"Sadly, we're unalike."

"But she may be able to change your mind, on whatever that hold your heart back. You accepted the offer, now you just have to see how she really is, but we're certainly sure that she's good just like her parents."

"And what's her name?"

"We haven't been introduced nor asked for her name, but from what we know, her nickname should be "Minatozaki", and is Japanese. She was also studying now at the same campus as yours."

"I'll try to look for her and maybe we can talk there privately."

"Whatever you want, YN. Just keep us updated okay?"

"Noted." You replied before everyone returned on focusing to finish their foods.

The next day, you were a bit irritated from how the discussion last night distracts you in the middle of your duty. You couldn't concentrate at the curiousity that dwells inside of you.

So you decided to to take a break outside. You encountered a vacant spot to breathe some fresh air and drink at the iced coffee you prepared on your tumbler as you roam your eyes around at your surroundings.

That's where you spotted some group of students huddling around at a spot near the bulletin board, as if they're being crazy or attentive at something.

Eager to find out the rucus, you approached the scenario and tried to peek around, and there you noticed a female student entertaining the other fellow students by asking her randomly and even asking for some pictures like she is a celebrity.

As she turned around, her long chestnut colored hair flips around as if it denied the gravity, her side profile appeared, until it all fully rotated to have her face evident at you for the first time.

And my oh my the rumors shared by your secretary were true.

No wonder why she was already popular, she does look magnificent, enough to be mistaken as a famous personality.

Your eyes couldn't leave the sight of her just doing everything even in such bare minimum if movements that still effortlessly made her very attractive. Thankfully, there's your boy distracting you as you snapped back when you felt a shoulder wrapped on your neck.

"You finally met her." Janghoon said, smirking at you. "From what I heard earlier, the exchange student's name's Minatozaki Sana. She's a foreigner, a Japanese to be specific."

"Minatozaki?" Your thoughts murmured. Contemplating if you heard it right, but that was the same surname your father was tasked you to find, and she even has the same nationality.

Having exchange students in your campus are very rare.

You are flabbergasted as you slowly realize that... this woman is going to be the one you'll date and marry.

Unconsciously, you turned around at Janghoon with your forehead crumpled and mouth slightly gaped.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Oh n-no. Not-thing." You shook your head swiftly. Returning your gaze back at her, you couldn't believe it at all that your parents and her friends does picked a perfect girl for you.

But you wondered if it could be said the same about you.

Hours later, Sana who was about to enjoy her recess, instead went to the council office to meet the president, as per the classmates told her after being tasked to do so.

She stepped in front of the door that says "Student Council Office, knock twice before entering". She followed and slowly pushed the doorknob. A person sitting at the far end of the room, looking busy on his desk greeted her.

As the door closed, it alarmed the president that the person is now here for a scheduled conversation, only that when you raised your head, you looked at her having a shocked reaction.

Sana stares at the reveal of this mysterious person that runs the entire student government of the campus. Flashbacks began to run back into her mind, slowly making her upset.

"Thank you for agreeing to come here and t-"

"Am I looking at this very clearly?" Sana immediately spoke.

"Pardon?"

"You? Out of everyone here... was chosen to become a leader?"

"W-what? Settle down, miss. I think you n-"

"A representative figure for everyone, and I get to be under your orders around here?" Sana chuckled bitterly. "I didn't know that even after years later, we'll still have our paths crossing onto each other despite how I wanted to never meet you in my life again."

"D-do we know each other?"

Sana scoffed as she looked at you ridiculously. "Ofcourse, how could you recognize me. First of all, I was just a complete nothing to you. A plaything of your cruel antics and delinquent actions. And second, I'm not the same girl you used to belittle everyday."

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at her intently. "W-what... you..."

"Still doesn't ring a bell? Oh, how about this. The name Minatozaki Sana? That fat nerdy girl back in elementary that you used to bully so hard in our 8th year that forced her to transfer to other school. How about that?"

Your eyes sprung open as you instantly remember the name and that student you used to include in one of your prime victims in your dark past.

That description of her past self brought you back to the times when you remembered looking for her first to rather mock, annoy, or play with her until her feelings broke and look helpless.

You were a bully before in elementary days, and she was your classmate back then. But that was all only the past now as you are now a changed person, with all the better and positive things that came into your life had taught you more valuable and nice things to consider yourself reevaluating your personality.

But it looks like it could tell the opposite for Sana's part.

"I remember you now, Sana. And... please, let me tell you right now that I'm not the same person you used to despise before."

"Do you really think I'll be fooled easily by that?" Sana retorted. "We just met after what... 7 years and you're supposed to have me believing that when in fact, I still look at you as that same horrific figure I never should've want to see again, but yet here you are."

Sana still didn't took a seat. She walked around and observed the room. You were a bit relieved that all of your council members are absent in this tense confrontation. "What a hypocrisy it is to have you getting involved in an organization that focuses on student rights when in fact, you have a record of violating it before. Shouldn't be a student fitting for that must be... clean?"

"Sana, believe me or not, I changed. I wouldn't even dare to take this position if I'm not sincere for it, and I'm not forcing you to believe me."

"Oh, ofcourse you should. Because I really don't buy everything that comes into your mind not until I see it" Sana shook her head and smugged. "Maybe it'll change my mind of me planning to expose you from every-"

"Wait! You can't be serious?"

"Oh indeed I am." Sana clicked her tongue. "You ruined me before, but here I am who helped myself and from people I loved to become this better version of mine to stand here in front of you, I'm going to get you this time, YN. I'm going to make you feel what is it like being... excluded."

She leaned forward on the desk, staring at you sharply and observing your nervous expression. "But...if there's some sort of a miracle that... you did changed. Then you're going to prove it on me. Make me convinced that this YN I hate with every fiber of my being is... gone."

"What if I tell you that you already have a chance to make me?"

"And that is?"

"Have you heard about an arrangement contract from your parents?"

"Y-yeah... but they don't tell me who it is because- WAIT" Sana quickly lunged back away from you. "Please tell me who I'm thinking is correct."

"Sorry to tell you but I was just in denial as you are yesterday."

"Oh God." Sana poured out the biggest disappointment she felt in her entire life so far. "W-why does my fate has to be very unlucky everytime when it's about you? Me being in an arranged contract with you? I think I have to vomit."

"Wait! But you said you want me to prove that I changed?"

"And you really think I want it this way?" Sana looked at you disgusted. "Being as this fabled student council president or just a random student from me would be fine but... YOU AS MY FIANCE? That won't do, mister." Sana swayed her pointing finger. "Unfortunately, the answer would be NO. Now please, I have to go already. I still have a lunch to take before I lose my appetite."

Sana walked away from you and left the room unbotheredly. You sat there, back falling flat on your swivel chair. Your hands caressed your hair as you reacted unbelievably and stunned that this heavily improved Sana that you used to know many years before has returned to actually be your woman, but unfortunately, her hatred for you still lives on her till this day.

Her opposal didn't worked however, as Sana tried to request later during dinner, she was informed by her parents that the contract can only be cancelled after 30-days for the people to finally reassure their decision.

She mentioned that YN and her have a bad history in the past, but instead her parents reasoned out that maybe YN has changed and it will not hurt to give another chance. If only they know what the real reason it is, but Sana was clearly affected by their suggestion because honestly, Sana is a forgiving soft type of person.

Still, confident that she's satisfied with her answer, she became impatient and hated being with YN more.

Meanwhile, you shared to your mother about how the unlikedness of you and Sana's interests about the marriage arrangement in a deatiled manner.

"We met and had a talk, but... it wasn't as proper and civil as I expected because, I was surprised that she confessed something very familiar to me. Something that I've been trying to get it out on my head. Something that I wanted to let go for a long time."

"What was she to you before?"

"A nuisance, even though she wasn't doing even wrong. I look at her before thinking it wasn't right for her to be in this type of high class campus that I study at too, but then I figured out that me ending up bullying and making her emotional and mental state suffer is way worse than she is."

You flinched when your mother slapped you in the head. "What??? How could you bully someone?! Is that how we raised you?"

"Mom, wait ofcourse no... but, I was just made to be like that because of what happened to us, you know that!"

Your mother became speechless and a glimpse of pity became visible to you. "But it's all good now, mom. I'm not like that anymore, I'm telling you.  And that's what I should've just wanted to prove to Sana but... I understand that she won't let me anymore. I broke her too much, I can't let it happen again."

Stepping closer in front of you, she placed her hands gently on your shoulders to massage them and make your ease down. "Even I was mad and disappointed that you once turned into that type of guy you never should be, but I know from the bottom of my heart that you will always be a good kid of mine because that's how I raised you to be. You just got affected too much by our struggles before. And I believe you always, YN. The only thing I can do now for you to support you, and that is for you to keep on moving forward and never stop to make Sana forgive you, alright?"

"I will. Thanks, mom."

She patted you on the cheek. "Goodluck, okay? You have a month to do it."

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"Okay, class dismissed. Group 1, remember to prepare your report by next week okay?"

"Yes, prof!", the students who are part of the group that the professor mentioned chanted.

The professor left the room, leaving the students have the freedom to eat lunch during their vacant time.

"Sana, cmon! Did you bring a lunch with you?", one of Sana's classmates asked her while she's clearing her table.

"No, I'm gonna buy for today."

"Nice, let's go!"

Sana brought her wallet and cellphone with her, joins her newfound friends named Miyeon and Sullyoon as they make their way out to the classroom.

However, as they were about to, a figure suddenly pops out of the doorway, stopping their tracks. The two classmates of hers had a visible shock in their faces unlike to Sana, her bright mood quickly shrank down into a gloomy one.

"Hi, sorry if I'm almost late." You straightened your lips. "Good thing I was about to catch you leaving yet, let's go eat lunch together."

Miyeon and Sullyoon's jaw dropped at the student council president's proposal. Sana's eyebrows knitted hardly. "Huh? What nonsense are you saying?"

"Why? I'm just going to invite you to eat with me?"

"With you?" Sana scoffed and chuckled. "You have the guts, I'll give you that... but NO." Sana leaned forward at you to say this.

"Let's go girls."

Sana was just commanding her classmates and taking a step again away from you but in her surprise, she felt her body being pulled by a force. She tried to process what happened, and there she found her skin contacting with yours as she stood by your side...

with your hands wrapped around her waist.

Miyeon and Sullyoon's eyes largened in utter shock at what they're seeing. They couldn't believe that such a new transferee would get to gain closeness and change the behavior of the famously respected and knowned leader of the students around the campus.

Sana's lungs skipped functioning as soon as she felt your fingers dug deeper into her skin. Her face then starts to turn red and her face showing almost hilariously stunned reaction, with no hint of an idea what has turned you to be like this today.

"Pardon me for Sana's antics right now, we just had a fight yesterday and I wanted to come up a solution to fix that." You said in a melodic and apologetic tone to them. Sana was dumbfounded at the ridiculous fake words you are talking about.

"W-wha"

Sana wasn't able to finish her words, when she felt herself getting pulled again, now squeezed against your body which intensified her heartbeat and blushes.

"So, please. Can we eat together today, love?"

Any words that are synonym to what I mentioned earlier can be heavily applied now to all three women witnessing the sudden change of the president's act.

You led the way, bringing Sana with you as both crossed the hallway with the confused and flabbergasted duo following on the back while some of the students can see the two having this kind of contact has began to grab attention.

As they reached the cafeteria, Miyeon and Sullyoon shyly approached the "couple". "Uhm, Sana. I think we can just eat sometime. We'll let you have you two your private time okay?"

"B-but w-"

"Thank you for being considerate on us, girls." You smiled humbly at them and they nodded before they left you and Sana to find their own seat. As the two of you remained, Sana's face crumpled and seethed much air to unleash her full force on escaping to your touch.

She quickly unhooks your arm on her waist, pushed you aside, and punched you in the shoulder. "Oww!"

"Seriously, what the hell did you do to me, YN?!" Sana started to bicker out on you. "How come you just started to spit out and let my friends hear and see you assuming that we have a relationship now, huh?! Did you ate something bad that had you acting like crazy today?"

"Nope. I'm perfectly fine, and what I did there earlier, consider getting used to that." You replied. "Because from now on, I'll be going to do it with you again and again and again a-"

"Woah wait no what?!" Sana paused you. "And why is that, huh? I haven't even agreed yet on the deal-"

"But was the contract got cancelled?"

Sana fell speechless. She remembered yesterday that she swore to dump the contract by requesting to her parents after she gave her disapproval. However, she failed to do so.

You took her silence as yes. "I suppose it didn't. If it does, my parents would've informed me immediately."

"Yeah yeah yeah, you won. So what? You still can't just do it like that to me randomly. I still haven't gave you the consent to touch me or do anything lovey dovey around me. Just because the contract states that we are arranged to be a couple that doesn't mean I can let you easily do everything free around me. Especially when the fact that I still hate you so much." Sana pointed at you as she stares deeply within you.

"Alright, fine. You do have a point. I shouldn't have done it. It's my fault, I made you uncomfortable, and I'm sorry for that." You spoke in a calm tone. Sana got her insides tugged at your sudden softer behavior. "But just know this, I hope you can let me do these with everything I can. No matter how much you deny, we are still stuck in an arranged contract that has a month allowed on us to come up on a decision if we'll take a marriage, and that gives each of us the right to do what couples does.

And I'm going to use it also, for me to prove myself to you that I've changed through all these years, Sana. Consider it me acting or say whatever you want, but when it comes to you, I'll show my improved self and nothing less than that." You said plainly to her. Sana is just listening at you patiently, sticking out important details to her mind while her emotions were a bit being brought by your committed words.

"I can't force you to love me back and have our marriage settled someday after the deadline comes, I wasn't even into love these days but I had no choice but to follow. But, I really do hope that before or when these all ends, I can hear you saying that I am now forgiven."

Sana was struggling to come up for a words to answer, and you took the opportunity to let her have time to remember and process everything as you locate a seat and bought foods for both of you. You left the still pissed off Sana became completely silent and come back to join her in an awkward lunch together.

That went on and on, with you trying to get along with Sana through most of the occasions. You supposed to take it all as a yes coming from Sana that you were being a chance to prove everything to her that you are not this same bad person she used to resist before.

With your frequent actions around Sana led to the campus knowing also about your rumored relationship with her.. Some were supportive that the president finally get to have a girlfriend such perfect as Sana while some were not due to the reason of jealousy most concerning about the fact that they are not the ones standing on the shoes or position of either you or Sana.

That didn't affected both of you, especially Sana who is trying her best to become unbothered with all of these because she is too tired to explain it to many people for some truth that everyone wouldn't accept easily. She knows it all to herself anyway that it's all part of the act, that none of them are interested with each other or has a growing fond being developed.

Not until one day, she accidentally finds you tutoring a female student in the library. She saw how entertained you are on how easily the girl gets to understand quickly with your teaching, thus turning you both looking happy together.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable at the scene, her lips unconsciously forming into a frown. Sana instead leaves the room and went on to return with her friends who noticed her bad mood as she buried her head around her crossed arms on the desk.

It all procceeded until their next subject when the girls tried to approach her about it. "Hey, Sana what's with the grumpy look?" Miyeon said as she peeked at Sana who looks completely out.

"You weren't participating with us lightly, what happened when you left the room earlier?" Sullyoon added.

"Yeah, you seemed in a no good mood."

"Nothing." Sana blabbered.

"Was it YN?"

"I said NOTH-" Sana paused and realized that she just made herself obvious, Miyeon and Sullyoon were just staring at her.

"Welp, that confirms it." Sana sighed. "Care to tell us what's the problem?"

She remained silent. She wasn't sure why she's getting a bit embarassed to reveal it until she also got nervous when her friends began to list down some of the possible things a couple creates problems.

"Was he cold to you today?"

"Hmm maybe you're the one who's not?"

"Or... could it be somebody's jealous-"

"What, no?!" Sana rapidly reacted. Miyeon and Sullyoon exchanged a "gotcha" look.

"Oh unnie, you're too obvious." Miyeon laughed.

"Jealous of what? Or should we say, who?" Sullyoon curiously asked.

"S-stop! I said it's nothing, okay! There's no chance in hell that I am jealous because of him." Sana made a "tch" sound on her mouth. "I don't even like him at all." She rolled her eyes as she whispered it, barely to be heard by her friends who returned focusing on their own. As she was left alone with her trouble, her eyes went staring at the window, she sighed deeply as she felt a strange regret inside her after saying those words while remembering what she saw back in the library.

As if she meant it.

Hours later, Sana bids goodbye to Miyeon and Sullyoon before she walked at the hallway all by herself. She stopped on her steps when she felt this unsettling feeling near her shoulder.

Her head goes turning around, searching for something but was unsuccessfully. Sana sighed and shook her head. "YN isn't coming. That guy/girl is a student council president, Sana. He/she's probably busy." she muttered to herself.

Sana continued to move, with a blank face and a moderate speed. As the afternoon light about to engulf her, she felt her sling bag slowly float, the weight she's carrying quickly became lighter.

Her breath got taken away shortly in surprise until she realized what caught her from that action.

It was you, smiling while standing beside her as you taking off her bag gently from her shoulder.

"May I?"

Sana didn't respond, she just let her arm spread a bit to let the strap fall, easily allowing it to fall from your posession.

"You do look like having a bad day." you peeked at her expression. Sana slightly got shy, and turns her face away as she pouted while rolling her eyes arrogantly.

"You just noticed? I'm always like this whenever you're around me."

"You sure there's nothing more than that? I know it's pretty much of a 'me' problem but... can you be more specific?"

"Oh come on, wasn't that enough for you? Stop triggering me, please. I said what I said, you are an eyesore that's why." Sana crosses her arm. She started to walk down the stairs as you slowly followed her with a faint smile on your lips.

"Okay, if that's what you say. I'll just be here behind you. Too bad, I wanted to lead the way because I want take us somewhere unwinding first." You sighed and tightened your lips. Sana heard it, sensing a weird sensation through her. She must be saying no or even meaner than that, but how come she became more curious?

Sana heaved out a large breath of air before pausing on her walk with a stomp. She turned around to face you as she gestures you to come forward. "It's only because I needed it."

And you grinned thankfully.

The two of you went to a cliff from a road outside of Seoul. Just in time, Sana was about to whine about how dangerous this place you chose until she was distracted of the magnificent sunset in display to the skyview.

Each of you took a picture, with her being first. You clicked the button, instead the shot accidentally captures Sana turning her attention back at you. As she approaches you, you dragged down your phone in embarassment and nervousness that she might found out and suspect that you're secretly spying on her.

"What happened to you?" Sana finds your tensed manner.

"N-nothing. I just... remembered something."

"Weirdo." She teases you. "So what's gotten into you choosing this place. Are you gonna push me there down the cliff to show me your true colors?"

You looked at her exhaustedly, no much in an energy to enlighten or defend yourself. "Say or think of anything suspicious about me, Sana but I wasn't even harming you even in my imaginations anymore." You didn't bother to look at her because all you'll see rather is an irritated, sassy woman whom you had a price to pay for.

"This is my favorite place to chill." You simply answered, leaning at the front of the car and posing your limbs as you supported yourself with your arms pressed on the car. Sana looked at your side-figure.

"I started finding this when me and my mom used to go here when I was young. She was the first one to notice how beautiful the sunset is to watch from here, and I did agree on her... and it turns out to become one of my favorite scenery." Sana just listened to your story as you continue to witness the sun hides from the clouds.

"My mother told me to stay with her longer here because for a moment, she found peace and serenity. She felt like there's nothing to worry about." You paused as you smiled proudly. "She felt like she wasn't going to be alone in this battle she's facing, because I was there by her side. Even though I... wasn't that too much vocal or expressive at what I've gone through in our family, but... my heart knows where I need to stay. Where I can surely find a better outcome for my life someday."

"That's why when the right thing happened one day, I started to listen and follow to my heart first. I kicked out all those delinquent students away from my company and I only remained my wonderful mom and dad... step-dad..." You corrected yourself, Sana shrank her eyes at that intentional pause. "Because it felt like it's the right thing to do, and it did. It helped me to get back up to my feet and reshape myself to become a proper man that my mom always wanted to see in me.

Sana, mind I if ask... am I progressing?"

Sana stares at you as you glanced at her with your glistening eyes full of hope. "I'm not gonna lie this time, but you sure are doing quite an effect on me..." Her voice is slowly decreasing through the words.

"But that won't still change anything about what you did to me before. People can say past is past easily but me? If it wasn't for that, which I don't know... should I say thank you atleast anyway... for motivating me to change my appearance? Lose a massive amount of weight, beautify myself more, get rid of those eyeglasses and braces just so that I can be accepted and liked by many for my features like what you said?" Sana said with a bit of a hatred rising through her again. You remain speechless as you understand why it's driving her mad.

"I achieved a better life too but unlike you, what I did I get? You put me into a trauma that I'm still bringing to myself till this day. Fear and anxious that...  makes me still remember it all."

"I like the passion, YN... but I will never going to forgive you for what you did to me. I will always hate you for that." Sana said it with all honesty. "And that's enough of a reason for me to have no interests on having our deal contract settled."

Heartbroken, you chose to ignore and hide as you have nothing more to do than to accepts her decision. After all, you were the one who already said that you can't force her to make amends with you.

"Understood."

The next week, Sana was about to go downstairs when she found a student sipping lollipop at the corner. The guy looks completely wasted, obviously breaking the proper uniform rules. She decided to ignore him as she continue to go through but insteas, the guy catcalled her before moving on its own, approaching Sana.

"Hi there, hot stuff." The guy said before taking off her lollipop with a slurp. "Where you going at?"

"A-at my class." Sana nervously said.

"Hmmm... okay. Nice and proper, I like it. Ladies like you are easy to be tamed, isn't it?" He smirked menacingly.

Sana stepped back and grabbed her sling bag. "E-excuse me? How dare you-"

"Ohhh, daring. Such a duality we got here huh, I wouldn't mind if you can do switch roles with me, however we can only apply that in the bed."

"Shut up, pervert!"

"Cmon, lady. It's that simply, feel free to take a shot on me, and you can be there to your classroom without a problem."

"And if I don't?!"

"Challenging and fightful, I like that."

"Then you're going to love me."

Sana and the delinquent both became surprised as you made your unexpected emergence from the stairs, hurrying down ss you pushed away the guy and had him bumping his back on the barred metal gate.

"This one's pestering you?" Sana only nodded.

"Ugh shit! Ah, look. It's the bastard of this goddamn student council!" The delinquent said while touching his upper back in pain.

"Choose your words more carefully. I can report you and have you be placed in a sanction that you'll regret."

"Go on, make me. As if I give a shit. This entire university is a complete bullshit anyway. The only reason it got me staying here everyday, is if wasn't for some sexy chicks like here roaming around-" The deliquent didn't had to speak disrespectfully and point at Sana longer as he ate a crunchy right punch from you straight to his face.

"You crazy bitch!"

The guy fights back at you, returning the punch you gave. It agitated you and led yourselves into a brawl that had the groans and growls echoing to the upper floor, catching student's attention. Sana panicked and tasked them to call a guard to seperate the two.

The guy got the advantage during the fight, he continues to give you a barrage of kicks to the waist before he pulled Sana closer to her and inappropriately traced her sides while he chuckles dangerously.

Sana felt disgusted and quickly slaps the guy. "What do you think you're doing, huh? Fucking slut!" He gave Sana a fast backhand slap that had her twirling and crashing next to the metal handles of the stairs.)+•~

You saw what he did, with anger fuming in you, you pulled his leg and sent him down on the ground before you tackled him andgave him multiple punches until the guards and the officials broke up the fight.

"THE TWO OF YOU, PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE. NOW!"

As a result of the fight and from the decision made by the higher ups, the guy was kicked out of the campus for multiple delinquent offenses while you got suspended for your role as the president for a couple of months when they learned that you just did that for self-defense.

Sana was sitting on the bed with the nurse preparing the first aid until you showed up and requested the nurse instead to leave it all on your hands. She hesitated for a minute that you are also bruised but you bargained until she gave up and listened to you as a respect for being a student leader.

Sana in her surprise, watched you sit down and grab the first aid beside you. "W-what are you doing?"

"Treating you."

"Don't make me a baby, YN. The nurse can do it herself."

You just stared at her and Sana felt a bit intimidated. She decided to shut up and forcefully let you do your thing. "Good. Now come closer and lemme see your cheek."

She leaned forward and directed her aching cheek on you. "That idiot." You cursed as you search around the reddening spot. You weren't aware that it was mixed by Sana's blush now to have you staring very closer at her.

You started applying the ice pack around the hurting spot as Sana hissed before she swallowed in her throat and spoke. "T-thank you... for earlier."

"No problem. That's unusual, atleast I got a positive comment from you.

"I- I wasn't expecting you to come to rescue me, okay. And I didn't know how much I needed it."

The awkwardness between each other formed as none dared to speak afterwards when both got lost in their words. However, you started a topic that might break the silence and for Sana to understand more.

"I wasn't always like this."

"I know, you said it. It's just that there's something happened that I don't know-"

"It's my dad." You answered it. Sana looked at you. "I know you've been itching to ask me what exactly happened."

"I just don't want to because I felt like it's not my intention to know more and all I had to do is to understand you because it seemed too personal that I might sound forceful. But I do really wanted to know why." Sana replied. "So... step-dad?"

"No. My biological dad." You revealed. "My original father was abusive to my mom. I learned that he became like that when he started to fell addiction to gambling and other crazy stuffs that risks your money badly. He releases his frustration to my mom until she couldn't take it no more when she heard it loud and clear from my father that he despises her for me not turning out to be the one he's expecting. He always wanted a son/daughter but... nope. That's just all a part of his excuses that made my mom snapped and file a divorce  and report to my dad, and guess what. Her attorney became so interested in my mom and here he is, my mom and my dad broke up and him, who is now my step-dad, saved mom and I." You said as you applied care on her bruises.

Sana looked at you pitifully and for the first time, she frowned for you. "W-why are still helping me or... treating me good, even though I don't return it back at you?"

"Because... I got influenced. At first, I look up to my dad. I thought at first that he was tough, strong... I started becoming like him when him and my mom always gets to have a proble but then I realized that he was a true coward for proving all that by beating up my mom. And she was the one who is actually tough, because despite of all the suffering she took from my dad, she didn't hurt him back physically but that doesn't she has no plans to fight. Because if she does, then I wouldn't be in a better state if it wasn't for her.

So I changed. I took mom as my role model. I remained calm as much as I can. I did it all to reshape myself from the ghost of the past. Now here I am, rather choosing to prove myself and mean it all on my words on you. I don't want to fight anymore to cause trauma, Instead, I'll do in a need to protect the people who are close to me."

Sana tied all the strings together, and it did finally all comes to a clear point that it wasn't really your fault that you turned out to be that reckless bully that she had to go through a hard time before. She would be lying if she won't admit that she is a supporter of a belief that people can change, and it comes through this moment that she decided that she can use that phrase for good.

"There, all done." You said as you tucked all the hair to her ear and patted the bandage firmly on her face. Sana was just staring back at your tender and admirable demeanor. "Does it still h-"

"I forgive you."

"..."

You fell silent. That was very out of nowhere, but suddenly it got so uplifted to hear that successfully.

"Y-you do?"

"And we still have a week remaining ahead of us. We can use it to finally be able get along together."

You smiled widely as you saw how Sana's bright and cute grin shines right in your eyes. She looked so beautiful, and you even felt more guilty and poor for her on vanishing this irresistable kine of joy within her before.

"Yeah we can. T-thank you a lot, Sana."

Sana patted your hand to calm your happiness down. She smiled as she stared down at your hands stacked together. She took a grip on it and even felt the heat crawling through her skin, sending to her overflowing emotions in her heart.

It actually does look... fitting in her opinion. And she even agreed more to herself when she looked back up to see the owner of the hand she would actually love to hold more in many occasions.

That moment, Sana confirmed to herself that she has now began to discover a liking on you, who is also discreetly sharing the same serenade as her too.

Days after you and Sana tried to start this brand new closeness both of you has started for each other, its aftermath had left you ran out to became so overwhelmed about it, now that have reminded you of something that requires to be done more important before the expiration was reached.

You wanted to be happy because you have now made peace with Sana, but today wasn't the right time for you to celebrate fully.

Too much occupied on spending time for each other, that it almost made both forgot that you had to deal with a serious matter when the next day comes.

Your mood disrupted as you got conscious of the date today, not even Sana's bubbly personality can distract you from it or anything. You couldn't even join her as you remained watching her instead for some reason.

"You seem like you're in deep thoughts again, YN." Sana poked you with the tip of the ice cream she bought. "Are you okay?"

You didn't answer right away as it took time for you to snap back into your senses and found yourself being confronted by Sana.

"Y-yeah."

A lie. Sana detected that disturbing twitch of a forced smile on your lips.

"Really, what's going on? I know i've seen this last time on you getting blacked out of nowhere but this one feels different."

"How can you say?" You asked in a dead tone.

She shrugged and opened her ice cream first before she continued speaking. "That something's definitely bothering you. You're so stiff and uneasy. Does it makes you scared?"

"M-maybe it is..."

"Care to share what it is then?"

You were about to respond but Sana introduces you to her cold palm blocking your sight.

"But first, eat your ice cream. It's gonna melt, plus... it's my favorite flavor, okay? I don't want it getting wasted." She pouted adorably.

You chuckled and sighed as you opened your ice cream. "Delicious."

"Who? Me or the ice cream?"

"W-what?" You looked so baffled at her suspicious remark.

She laughed loudly at your embarassed expression. "I'm sorry- it's just... you keep on staring at me while you're licking it and commenting it for me. I thought you're teasing me so... I tried to get back on you."

"S-stupid, you and your pervy thoughts..." You rolled your eyes and blushed intensely at her own silliness. "And what if I say you?" you smirked a little and glared at her.

"Then I don't mind having you grab a taste as much as you like~" Her eyes didn't even had to glare back at you to look flirty and seductive, instead aura changed on its own as Sana ensures that the one who started this kind of fun won't end up getting defeated in the end.

You gulped and looked away from her enticing look as she wheezes. "Sorry, what's gotten over me. Anyways, let's go backto where we left. Oh yeah, what's making you scared?"

You had to compose yourself before replying to her. "Of us. Certainly... for you."

"Why?"

"I can't tell if this luck that I have of making myself had to witness this whole you being... just the way you are is only temporary for me to see, because I fear that... I might lose this... real you, again." You said.

"I appreciate the consideration YN but, risks are inevitable okay? It's fine to take it as long as it won't step or abuse my whole being again." Sana said. "I know you're scared but... face your fears. This is why you seek for another opportunity, right? To make things right."

"But would it be wrong for me if..."

"If...?" Sana waited for your next words to follow up.

Your heartbeat quickened, nerves trembling, emotions rising, as there's no going back once you have revealed this secret you have been keeping from her in weeks. "Would it be wrong for me if I don't just want you as a friend anymore? That I also began to admire you more than that?"

Sana's smile dropped. Her gaze went more focused on you as she couldn't believe what she's hearing. "Y-you like me?"

"I know it's ridiculous of me to say that to you, because I feel like I don't have the right to feel this way because I made you like this... forcefully with my wrongdoings. But, I don't know why my heart is being like this." You said to her.

"Maybe it's due to what I've said to you last time that I started to follow what my heart wants, and it pains because... I feel like this is what I may be missing after all these years when I rather ending up hurting you against my will. And now it makes me worry if I continue this feeling i'm having now that we have buried your hatred, I might lose this... bright side that depicts the real you, Sana. That I mercilessly thrown away when we first met.

I don't want to let it go but... I couldn't  get rid of this feeling in me, even after you told me you have declined our contract, I'm heartbroken but I still keep on loving you." You started tearing up. For the first time, Sana has fully visualized this fragile self of yours and it truly does hurt her deep inside.

"But I don't want you to pity me. I still respect your decision, but... for the last time... a last hope in me, I just want to ask... do you... still want to reconsider it?"

You looked at her with your poor eyes. Sana got her breath taken away by your weakened state. Her heart crumples in pain seeing you like this because you are heavily concerned of something that you don't even had to.

Because she likes you too, and you don't even know yet.

If your heart chooses her, her heart needed you more.

"I'm sorry..." is what came out as a whisper to Sana's shaking tone. Your heart shattered and there's your last hope disappeared like a popped bubble in the air. She was about to speak but you interrupted her.

"I see. I get it, no matter how much a person forgives you for your sin, there's always be time that would grant you the punishment for wasting that moment that you should've been good rather. A karma, in short. And this one, is what I have to bring and suffer for the rest of my life."  You said to her with a bitter smile. Sana was in awe at your guilty pronounce.

"I enjoyed our time but I think I have to go now, Sana. I'm sorry." You excused yourself to Sana as you emptied your ice cream and left her speechless on your spot with her. Her frozen consciousness has what costs her to respond late to unable to catch you as you walked away from her sight.

Sana was left in distraught, as the words she was about to say and the entirety of your confession sinked down to her.

March 31. The day of the proclaimation has come. The month is ending and that means the contract has reached its breaking point. You and Sana met again in the court along with your parents in each of your sides.

Both parties are worried and confused on why you and Sana seemed so dull and devastated that neither couldn't look at each other's eyes anymore. This is what you feared, and the regret is eating you up again so bad.

"Mr/Ms. LN, are you in favor of the contract to be published and hereby signed by you?"

"I do, your honor." You said. You wanted to give it up but you chose to fight for what you have desired more. You wanted to be with Sana longer, and even if it won't grant you the same opportunity, it doesn't matter. Atleast you have become honest to your heart that you would've love to have her as yours.

Sana's lips trembled as she tried to fight the tears about to pour down on her face but was unsuccessful that the judge had to halt the question. It breaks your heart more to see her in an emotional breakdown in front of you.

"Miss Minatozaki, are you okay?"

"I... I'm not..." She sniffed her nose and wiped her tears before proceeding. " I'm not in favor of the contract, your honor."

Your family and Sana's both were in shock and saddened. You weren't surprised, but you are surely devastated that she is really this a hundred percent certain of her decision.

"Are you sure with your answer, Miss Minatozaki? You look hesitant. Perhaps you can provide a clear explaination why you still responded the opposite?"

"I'm really not in favor of the contract, your honor." Sana shook her head. She wiped her tears again before she stepped forward and came closer to you.

"Because I don't want to have it done arranged."

Your eyes widened. The collective gasps of the both sides can be heard from the court.

"I'm rather hesitant because I want to be with you more, YN... but not through this. I want us to build the story of our relationship through our own. I want it that way, not this where others had to dictate and rush us how things should go for us." She apologetically looks back at yours and her family, and gladly they nodded understandably at her point.

She immediately pulls you into a hug so tight that you wouldn't even care also if you got suffocated into her endearing gesture of what finding your home should feel like. "I'm glad that you didn't let go, YN... because I love you too."

She sobbed into your shoulder and you gave up with your emotions as flood of tears fell down on your face, but this time it was all full of joy and relief. You reciprocated her action as you wrapped her body into your own embrace and cuddled her head on your side.

"Thank you... thank you for giving me a chance, Sana. I'll do everything I can not to ruin this. I love you.

She leans away fron your shoulder and holds your shoulders as she traces your face super close between each other. "I'm so proud of you, YN. You deserve it."

"And yes, I would be glad to be your girlfriend... and your future wife soon." She winked before she pulls your head next for a wholesome romantic kiss.

Your families and even the judge clapped and congratulated in support for your newfound stronger relationship with Sana since this is a sight to behold seeing two couples aren't destined to be torn apart from each other... but rather to stay together forever despite all the harsh and crucial situations they had gone through.

Love, in cooperation with time; always finds a way to connect two people's hearts no matter how long it might take, and this... is the way their story had to go.

[yourbelgianthings]

taz november celebration fic four: prompt bakery au

sorry this is a day late but i'm also kind of not because of how long it is it evens out, i went with modern taakitz (feat. some other balance peeps) and may or may not have gotten a bit carried away, but i hope y'all enjoy the fluff! ~3.8k words @taznovembercelebration (in fact it's so long i will have to post in multiple parts oops)

Before the sun had even begun to dawn in the sky, Taako was starting all the different doughs and batters for the day and preheating the large double oven. He loved working in the early morning quiet and solitude, every measurement memorized and every movement second nature. His bakery was called Sweeten It Up with Taako, and it had become a popular fixture in the city. In the beginning, he just made things for his friends, then had a stand at the farmer's market, and finally saved enough to buy a brick and mortar shop. On either side was a dog training school and a combination plant/metaphysical/book store. A big buff guy with reddish hair and a beard named Magnus who was a bit younger than Taako ran the dog store, and a short, older white-haired gentleman with medium brown skin named Merle was the proprietor of…whatever the deal at his store was. Taako himself was tall and slim with long platinum blonde hair and sandy brown skin, he always thought the three of them must look straight out of a goofy buddy comedy on the days they took their lunch breaks together. They were pretty funny, and he didn't mind the company sometimes, but he was there to work and hone his craft, not make friends.

That morning, like every other, Taako made sure the display case was set up perfectly before flipping over the open sign. Croissants, muffins, éclairs, lemon bars, his signature elderflower macarons, and every other enticing treat imaginable were arranged in layers on cake stands and in trays. "Once again, perfect," he said to himself with a smile, now open for a day of business. The first customer to arrive, opening the door with a little jingle of the bell, was Lucretia, the curator of the city's art museum. She had dark skin, and her gray natural hair was cut very short. Even wearing just the museum uniform polo shirt, nametag, and khakis, she exuded a sense of elegance and grace. "Morning, Lucretia!" Taako greeted her cheerily. "Let me go grab your order, one sec," and he was gone before she could reply. She gasped when she saw the box of cutout cookies frosted to look like watercolor paintings. "Taako, these are gorgeous! I don't know if you can make it to the opening we're serving these at, but there's a ticket for the exhibit with your name on it at the front desk whenever you're free." Taako and Lucretia weren't necessarily close personal friends, but they talked a lot about art whenever they got the chance, and that can tell you a lot about someone. They thanked each other and he promised to be over soon. After Lucretia left, the rest of the morning passed normally, with a steady stream of business people, parents and children, and retired folks.

Around noon, though, a customer he had never seen before caught his eye as soon as he entered. He was a little shorter than Taako, dark-skinned with cool undertones, his locs up in a ponytail and wearing a long black coat. Taako was stunned, but he quickly blinked and snapped out of it. "What brings you in today?" he asked. "This is a bakery, yeah? Presumably I'm buying some of your baked goods," the stranger replied, with a twinkle in his eye. "Yes, yep, it definitely is!" Taako was not used to feeling flustered, let alone at work, where he was at charge and could do what he was best at. All of a sudden, it seemed much warmer, and he quickly freed his hair from the braid down his back and swept it up into a bun with a purple scrunchie. The stranger asked which muffin was best, paid in cash (and tipped!), and left, but waved as he turned to go at the door. Taako waved back dumbfoundedly, kicking himself for not having thought of anything witty to say as he watched the door close. What on earth was that, anyway? He saw plenty of hot guys every day, there was no reason to waste time thinking that this might be anything different. Still, his mind kept wandering back to the stranger the rest of the day.

After he locked up, he called Lup, and she picked up right away. "Hey, Taako! Are you off?" "Yep, just heading out. Your place or mine tonight? I will have you know I don't feel like cooking, so don't let that influence you." Lup laughed. "No worries, carryout is fine, but we're redoing the bathroom, so yours is probably better." "Got it, see you at 7." click Taako didn't want to cook?! There's another point for the list of reasons she'd been worrying about him lately. She sighed as she headed to her car from the studio, brushing dust and bits of dried clay from her hands and clothes as she went. Lup looked a lot like Taako, except her hair wasn't as long, and she dyed it starting at the top of her ears red, and then orange halfway down. She often wore it in two Dutch braids so it was neatly out of her face while she was working.

Taako was secretly disappointed he was hosting. He always felt bad that his apartment didn't live up to Barry and Lup's cozy little house that actually felt like a home. His apartment was just where he crashed when he wasn't at work, the only room with any effort actually put into it was the kitchen. Even though it had been a while now, it was still hard to get used to the idea that he wasn't going to have to leave soon. He loved that he and Lup and Barry regularly spent time together though, so it was worth it to have them over.

"Barry?" Lup called as soon as she walked in the front door. "One second, honey, let me just get off the ladder!" A pale chubby man with light brown hair and a beard wearing glasses and paint stained jeans and a tshirt emerged with his arms outstretched for a hug. As they embraced, Lup exclaimed, "You didn't need to work on the bathroom after school, care bear!" "I don't mind. Really anything quiet after the day I had with those middle schoolers is fine by me, and of course, they still don't even understand the weather cycle!" They laughed and headed to their room to get changed for Taako's. Barry pressed the buzzer in the lobby, the speaker crackled and then projected Taako's voice: "Welcome to Chez Taako, darlings, let yourselves in." His apartment was on the third floor so Barry and Lup took the stairs, opening the door to see Taako flopped on an armchair reading a book. He put iit down as soon as he heard the door and ran over to hug them.

"Ooh, whatcha reading?" asked Barry. "Some book Merle gave me, I don't really get what it's about. Most of the stuff at his shop is weird, but all the plants are somehow always in perfect condition." "That reminds me," said Lup, "I was going to ask if you wanted to invite Magnus and Merle to hang out with us sometime. They seem pretty cool, and we have more spots open in our video game tournaments." Taako bristled and glared at her. "Fuck no!" he snapped. "They're two guys that happen to work next to me that I eat lunch with sometimes. Hardly the same category as my sister and my brother in law, don't you think?" "Jesus, Taako, you could just say you don't want to, calm down." He collapsed onto the armchair again. "I'm sorry, Lulu. I guess I'm just a bit on edge."

Lup went to sit criss cross on the floor next to the chair, and Barry sat on the futon. "Why, what's up, bud?" she asked gently. "Why not?" He gave her a tired smile. "Shit, I was supposed to order food for us already, wasn't I? Sorry, guys." Barry stood up and grabbed his phone. "No worries, Taako," he reassured. "We all have those days, I'll do it. How's Chinese?" The twins nodded gratefully, as much as the three of them were a family and Barry and Lup were a couple, Barry was good at reading when they needed their own moments as well. "Hairbrush, Taako?" "Should be on the dresser."

Returning with it, Lup scooted Taako off the chair onto the floor right in front of it, and she sat in the chair, putting her legs around him. She silently began to brush his hair, and when it was perfectly soft and smooth, she braided it too. They had done this a million times, it almost always worked to help Taako relax. When Lup needed the same, her and Taako sat across from each other on the floor and held each other's hands, and he instinctively knew how much pressure he needed to squeeze with. But Lup was helping him right now, so he got up, still without a word, and sat on her lap. They held each other until Barry said the food was good to go and asked if they wanted to play Mario Kart. The rest of the evening passed like it always did: easy, comfortable, and filled with laughter. The next day at the bakery, the stranger returned, and did so for the rest of the week. He and Taako chatted every time; Taako learned that his name was Kravitz and he worked at some kind of therapy place nearby. On Friday, he slipped a business card in the paper bag, but it had his own phone number written on the back.

"Have a good weekend, Kravitz! Hopefully I'll see you again!" he called as his new favorite customer opened the door to leave. Kravitz smiled. "You too, Taako. I'm sure you will." As soon as he left, Taako ran into the freezer and screamed. "I'm sure you will"?! What did that mean? Was it good? He thought so, but he wasn't quite sure, and now he had all weekend to worry about it. Or not, honestly, this was ridiculous. He wasn't a middle schooler with a silly crush, he was just providing good service at his job and a new regular said he would be back, that was all it was. Definitely just that for sure. He took a deep breath, realized he was still in the freezer, and quickly left it to warm up and continue his day. When the bakery closed, Taako texted Lucretia: exhibit tonight? always more fun when you can show me around <3 We already have an event booked tonight :( Tomorrow at noon? sure thing, thx lucretia!

Well, that was something for tomorrow, but he was left with no plans for tonight. He thought back to what Lup said, maybe it would be a good idea to hang out with Magnus and Merle more. It wasn't like he had to tell them his life story, but the amount of time he spent alone probably wasn't great, as much as he liked to try and convince himself otherwise. Did he even have their numbers? That could be a goal for next week Taako, and apparently tonight Taako was going to get drunk alone. A classic Friday night activity. He just needed to get home and make it to tomorrow. You'd be surprised how hard that could be. However, to his surprise, after his first glass of wine, he got a text from an unknown number. It read: Do I have Taako? This is Kravitz "Holy shit, that actually worked," he thought. yep it's me ✨ You know you could have just asked for my number i figured a little surprise would be more fun! Taako couldn't believe this was happening, he pushed the bottle of wine aside and laid down on the futon. He definitely did not want to end up drunk texting right now. His instinct was to tell Lup right away, but he decided to wait and see where things went. You're right, I think you're very interesting, Taako um thanks?? Yes, it's a compliment, I don't get to choose who I talk to all day at my job, so I'm quite selective outside of it huh well that's something in common i don't talk to a lot of people either but idk if we're coming from the same place on that one…anyway what's your job like, what happens at a therapy place? Well, I'm actually specialized in grief counseling, so I help people through a lot of heavy stuff dude how do you deal with that i could never You just have to be able to leave work at work, it was hard at the beginning but I've had a lot of practice impressive that makes sense though you seem like a good listener hey i need to go make dinner ttyl? Yes, I'll be here, this was nice

Success!! Texting wasn't the same as real life interaction, but this was a good start for sure. Taako suddenly felt full of energy, he practically skipped around the kitchen getting everything out for beef stroganoff. In his apartment, several blocks away, Kravitz was in a similarly good mood. His roommate, Lucas, saw him looking down at his phone and smiling and asked, "Talking to someone, are we?" with a knowing smile. "None of your business," he retorted, and jokingly stuck his tongue out at him. Taako's text reminded him that he hadn't eaten yet either, but he honestly hadn't even been thinking of that. All day, as soon as he had seen the card left in his bag, he had just been waiting to be able to get home and send that first message. He was rarely so distracted, especially with his line of work, but there was just something about Taako that stuck in his mind and stayed there. His reverie was interrupted by Lucas's voice from the kitchen: "I made stuff for tacos, but if you don't get in here, there won't be any left!"

The next morning, Taako woke up excited to go see the exhibit with Lucretia. He had actually forgotten what it was even of, but that would just get to be a surprise! Once he had selected his museum outfit (a pastel pink fuzzy sweater with a long swishy pleated skirt in an eggplant color with heeled boots and several gold necklaces) and gotten dressed, he sent a picture to Lup, as they often did with their fashion choices. lulu, fit check! ooh love it 🤩 you're up early for your day off though what's up? museum with lucretia yay that's great! have fun tell her i said hi :3 "Taako, you look gorgeous!" exclaimed Lucretia when he arrived at the front desk. "And perfect timing, things aren't too busy yet. Let's go!" They strolled through the Georgia O'Keeffe exhibition, marveling at bones, flowers, and desert landscapes, all painted in bright colors and blue strokes. "Which one is your favorite, Lucretia?" "I like the bone paintings the best, I know the flowers are her most popular works, but I love how she also found beauty in the morbid and unconventional. Most people would consider an old bone too boring to even give it a chance as their subject. What about you?" Taako paused to think.

"Probably The Sky Above The Clouds. The different perspective is oddly peaceful." Lucretia nodded. "So much of her work has a sense of solitude, but not loneliness," she observed, and he knew what she meant, but not what the feeling was actually like. When they reached the end of the gallery, Lucretia had to go give a talk, but Taako had nothing else planned, so he wandered to the sculpture garden and sat at one of the small tables. He absentmindedly pulled out his phone to check his messages, and then decided to text Kravitz. hey handsome are you free at all today? Ten or fifteen minutes later, a reply came. Oh, handsome? Thank you very much, and I'm going to a concert later tonight if you want to come? yeah i'm down! who is it? My friend Johann's band, they're called Voidfish and he's the violinist oh, i've never heard of them but that sounds cool Kravitz sent him a location and time to meet, and he figured this was probably enough to tell Lup about now.

luuuppp guess whatttt what taako? i think i'm going on a date? i'm not sure if it's a date but this guy i've been talking to invited me to a concert tonight! omg! you didn't even tell me you were interested in someone, rude, but i'm so happy for you 🩷 hey now! i was waiting to see where it went and it still might not be anything that's true, but taako, you deserve to have fun with someone you like, it's been a long time, so try to just stay in the moment and take it as it comes, okay? what are you lulu, our mom? oh wait lmao haha very funny, seriously though i'll try, love you love you Not sure what to do with the rest of his time before meeting for the concert, Taako took the long way back to his apartment, enjoying the feel of the air and taking in his surroundings in a way he never really had before. When he got back, he decided to take a nap so he would be ready for the potential late night out.

At his apartment, Kravitz was also carefully selecting his outfit for the evening. He wore the same thing to work every day: black pants, a white button down, and a red tie, so he never had to worry about it getting ready in the mornings, but this was a weekend and a special occasion at that. He settled on a band shirt Johann had given him at the last concert and his dark blue denim jacket covered in a large collection of raven patches and pins. The dark and eerie birds had always fascinated him. Sitting on his bed, Kravitz took a deep breath. Normally, he wouldn't make plans like this so spontaneously, but there was something about Taako that oddly put him more at ease. It was certainly a new and strange feeling, but not an unwelcome one. He quickly texted Lucas saying that he would probably be out late, and headed for Bumbershoots to meet Taako. Since Kravitz lived closer, he arrived first, but he only had to wait about five minutes for his companion.

"Hey, Kravitz!" Taako called. "You look stunning!" "I could say the same for you," Kravitz replied as he took Taako's hand and they entered the bar together. Voidfish played a great show, and Johann was amazing on the violin, but the baker and the therapist spent most of the evening simply focused on each other. They sat at a table in the back drinking cocktails (old fashioned for Kravitz, blackberry bramble for Taako) and talking for the whole show. Kravitz told Taako the names of the different songs as they were played, and Taako critiqued the band's outfits like he was a famous fashion designer, which made Kravitz laugh more than he had in a while. When the show ended, they paused outside the building, unsure what to say and neither one wanting to leave. Taako looked at Kravitz and asked, "Was this a date?" "I think so," Kravitz smiled as he replied. They both started laughing and pulled each other into a hug. As he continued to visit Taako at the bakery, Kravitz started to find extra items in his bag, usually new recipes being tested out. No matter how wild something sounded, it always ended up being delicious. He recommended Sweeten It Up with Taako to all his clients and Coworkers. One Friday afternoon, he got an unusual text from Taako.

hey krav, do you want to come over? my place is nothing much, so don't get your hopes up, but i'd love to have you It would be my pleasure, Taako, and don't worry about any of it okay? Taako sighed with relief. He still hadn't had anyone but Barry and Lup over to this apartment, but this could be the chance to make what he really wanted of it. Some of the decorations from his last place were still in a box, and he decided to get them back out; stringing the fairy lights up around the living room, hanging the pride flag on the wall, and putting the vase of fake flowers on the coffee table. It almost looked like someone lived here now, and like someone else would want to visit. He smiled and went to the kitchen to start getting dinner ready. When Kravitz arrived, he brought a fancy bottle of champagne with him, which he offered to Taako upon opening the door. "Kravitz! You didn't have to do that! This stuff is really nice too, oh my gosh…but since we have it, I think it'll go perfect with dinner. Since I forgot to ask what you wanted, I hope pizza is good." "That's excellent, yes." They had a delicious meal of Taako's signature homemade pizza, including dough made by hand (of course) and fresh mozzarella cheese, and glasses of sweet, refreshing champagne. Afterwards, they watched some terrible movie that was on TV, cuddling and making fun of it the entire time. As the credits finally rolled and Taako reached for the remote, Kravitz stopped him, taking both of his hands and staring into his warm brown eyes. "Can I kiss you?" he asked in a low voice, serious and sincere. "Yeah," Taako whispered without hesitation, surprising himself. The kiss was perfect, tender yet intense, warm and hungry. It wasn't just one either, they pulled away, smiled at each other and agreed with just their eyes, and then they were making out the best either of them had ever experienced. Being in one another's arms and pressed into each other's bodies was such a comfort that it more than made up for the old futon they were on. For a moment, there were no clients or macarons or roommates or sisters or anything else in the world but Kravitz and Taako and their hearts and bodies. Finally, Taako rested his head on Kravitz's shoulder, lazily looking up in his direction. "So, are you my boyfriend now or what?" Kravitz just smiled and pulled him in for another kiss, and they both understood that meaning perfectly.

[omi-boshi]

user redeemed Hydrate 🐶 3,500

streamer!sakusa au where you've actually been dating each other for a few months now. the fans don’t know this but it's not exactly a secret that you're dating — you both just didn't feel like it was something you had to announce to them. when you do finally get introduced, it was a less than stellar event. It was unplanned and all things considered, avoidable (if kiyoomi would just remove the "hydrate" option on his rewards system)

tags: slice of life, gratuitous fluff, no plot, fem-aligned reader, a lot of piss talk but it's for the plot ok!!!

word count: 1.4k

it happens like this:

it’s been almost 5 hours since kiyoomi started streaming. you’re laying in your little reading nook, a laptop beside you with kiyoomi’s stream open. the game callouts and the sound of guns shooting and the occasional ’thanks for the gifted subs’ serve as background noise as you scroll through your phone reading updates of the webtoons you keep up with. it’s like this when you hear your name being called in that familiar timbre, once from the room across you and a second later, through the speakers on the laptop. you jolt from your seat, a little confused.

kiyoomi has never called for you during a stream before and so, it’s a wonder why he does it now. you consider that you might have just heard wrong and with that, you stay put, eyes trailing to the screen and watching as questions start trickling into his chat. all of which are variations of who is he calling out to? is it someone in-game? i thought he lived alone? it was enough proof that no, you didn’t just hallucinate his voice.

kiyoomi’s still streaming so what gives?

you only move from your seat when kiyoomi calls out to you again.

“love, can you come here for a sec?”

you take cautious steps out into the hall. when you reach the doorway, you peer in, eyes falling on the mop of curls peeking from his chair. he’s doing callouts, but he only has on one side of the headphones in place. most likely to keep an ear out for you. it’s at the tail end of his callouts that you make your presence known.

“kiyo?” you try to murmur, hyperaware of the microphone.

the sounds of tapping and clicking don’t cease but he does turn a little to look at you, a look of relief colors his face.

“hey, love. come in. come in,” he ushers. you’re still a bit hesitant but nonetheless, you do as he says.

when you stand behind him, you first notice the angle of the camera covers you from the neck up, effectively hiding your identity. your eyes catch on the second monitor next where the chat moves thrice as fast it usually does; a response to the appearance of an unknown person joining the stream. kiyoomi spares a glance at the same monitor, eyebrows furrowing when a certain comment catches his eye.

whatever it said makes him look back at you fully and you greet him with a tilt of your head, a soft smile gracing your face. “what is it?” you ask lowly. your hand instinctively moves to gently card through his hair and caress over the moles on his forehead. he says nothing but looks at you then, slowly trails down to the shirt you’re wearing, which happens to be one of his many sweaters, and then finally locking onto your seemingly bare legs.

stiffly, he turns and when he sees that his character has died and he’s now watching from the perspective of another teammate, he shoots up from his seat, headphones coming right off his head. the movement was so abrupt, you jumped a bit yourself. he stands in front of you in a way that his hulking body covers you from view.

“sorry. didn’t mean to scare you,” a gentle squeeze to your hand. “i just didn’t want other people seeing this.”

you follow his gaze and it’s only then that you realize the sheer size of your sweater fully covers the shorts you’re wearing. you blush, knocking your forehead on his chest.

“i didn’t mean to flash your viewers,” you groan. he chuckles in response, pulling you by the nape and kissing the top of your head.

“don’t say it like that.” he flicks you right after. you squawk indignantly, slapping his chest in retaliation. kiyoomi only laughs louder, hugging you to him.

“so, what was so important that you called me out here in front of your—” you squint over at the second monitor. “—over 9,000 viewers?”

“i need to pee.” he says without preamble. you pull away and fix him with an unimpressed stare. he only pouts at you. “like, really badly, okay?”

you shake your head, a solemn look taking over your features. “we talked about this. i don’t have a piss ki—”

“stop. it’s not like that.”

you giggle at the exasperation tinting his voice.

“what is it then? couldn’t you just leave like you usually do? i know you don’t piss that long, kiyo.” he smothers you with his hand and that only makes you double over in laughter.

“i know but i’m in the middle of a game.”

“and?”

“play it for me.” that makes you halt. your head shoots up in alarm and you couldn’t stop the loud “what?” that leaves you even if you tried to.

“please. just a little bit.” kiyoomi looks behind and breathes out a sigh of relief when he sees it’s a 3v2 and his remaining team members have taken control of a site. he turns back and holds both your hands in between his and pleads, “please, love. i’ll buy gengar that giant tennis ball you wanted to buy him a few days ago.”

“don’t bring our child into this!” you gasp dramatically.

“ah, but how else am i supposed to convince you?”

“sakusa…”

“don’t pull out the last name card on me,” he grumbles and tacks on your last name as an afterthought. you cringe.

“see. doesn’t feel so good now, does it?” he smirks. you only roll your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him.

“i don’t know how to play this game! your teammates will yell at me because i’m fucking up and i’ll end up crying and i can’t shoot if i’m crying, sakusa kiyoomi.” kiyoomi, instead of empathizing with you like a good boyfriend would, huffs a laugh at your theatrics.

“love, you’re not playing a whole round. you just have to keep me alive until i come back. you don’t even need to shoot.”

“but—”

“please, babe. i’m literally about to start pissing stones at this point and that’s not the content i do.”

“i mean…" you hum thoughtfully. "you could.”

“babe.” he frowns.

you stare at him in contemplation, teeth worrying your lips. when you see him starting to fidget, you already knew you lost this time around. you just can’t say no to kiyoomi. how can you especially when the man and unfortunately the love your life is literally a second away from a urinary tract infection. you sigh heavily.

“fine. i’ll play your stupid game so you can go and take a stupid piss.” you playfully roll your eyes. a litany of thank yous and i love yous leaves kiyoomi’s lips.

"yeah, yeah, whatever. i love you too."

kiyoomi blatantly ignores the faux sarcasm in your tone, opting to kiss you briefly on the lips instead. when he pulls away, he strategically guides to sit on his chair, making sure you're entirely covered by him until you’re sitting and your bottom half is safely away from view.

he wears the headphones while simultaneously telling you the controls and the character he’s playing. never have you been so grateful that you love watching your boyfriend game on and off stream because at least you're familiar enough with the basics. and it seems now’s a good time as any to test out what you know.

you’re whispering to yourself as you try to memorize the keybinds kiyoomi just taught you when he unmutes the mic and says to his viewers, “my girlfriend’s playing for me for a bit. don’t be mean to her or i’ll have the mods ban you indefinitely.” and then to his teammates, “hey, my girlfriend’s playing. help her out, will you?"

loud excited shouts of your name is heard from the headphones. it takes you a moment but from what little you could hear, you realize the voices belong to shoyou, atsumu, koutarou, and motoya. kiyoomi jumps and glares at the screen, a murmur of watch your fucking volume leaving his lips.

more shouts come from the headphones and kiyoomi takes it as his cue to mute the in-game chat. he turns to you, slipping the headphones on your head. “just keep me alive, okay?” you nod as he presses another quick to kiss to your forehead.

and then he’s sprinting to the bathroom.

in the silence that follows after his departure, the whirlwind of events catch up to you and it's only then that it sinks in that kiyoomi has introduced you to his viewers for the first time. and all it took was a full bladder.

you huff a laugh to yourself, shaking your head in amusement.

unbelievable.

[spookyfishbiscuit]

Hunter x Hunter Headcanon

Prompt: How they react to their crush waking them up in the morning. (Featuring Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Hisoka and Illumi). Including some sleep headcanons :)

Gon:

I believe Gon's a messy sleeper. If you think you're bad for tossing and turning in your sleep, you should take one look at him in the morning and it will all seem somehow small-scale compared to that.

No joke, his bed is like a crime scene every morning.

So after taking the time to carefully get around all the objects scattered on the floor you finally get to your intended target.

Two of the following images will greet your eye. One; he'll be passed out peacefully, looking like a mellow angel under the morning sun. Or two; he'll be snoring loudly with drool streaming down from his slightly open mouth as his limbs lay haphazardly at weird angles. (Option two is far more likely in the case that he was tired the previous night).

When you try to wake him up it will take a bit of further effort.

While Gon has extremely good senses, for some reason he's stubborn when it comes to parting with good sleep. It's most likely due to the fact that his natural instincts deem you as 'non-threatening', so unless you try to actually hurt him (but why the hell would you?), he won't budge an inch from his peaceful slumber.

However, admittedly Gon does have one weakness – and that is the fact that you know his tickle spots. As soon as you start your assault the poor boy can't help but crack a grin.

He'll squirm a little and swat your hands away. His signature laugh (although quieter since he just awoke) will ring throughout the room as you attempt to inform him as to why you decided to rouse him.

Since he's admired you, and, well... liked you for a while, he'll probably look at you with soft hazel eyes when he turns your way. He won't make too much of a fuss over the knowledge that you woke him up, but internally he'll be far happier than if he woke up by himself.

Contrary to his act of ignoring you moments ago, he'll listen aptly to everything you have to say. He'll definitely thank you for whatever it was you told him and if it wasn't for the fact that he had to change from his sleepwear, he would have asked you to stay with him a while longer.

"Just wait for me outside, y/n! I'll be out in a sec!"

True to his word, he literally took a few seconds changing. He was out the door before you could even comprehend it, grabbing your hand in his and smiling that huge smile which you adored.

Killua:

He's similar to Gon in the sense that he tends to twist and turn in his sleep, but compared to the spikey-head his is far more controlled.

Having exceptional senses as well as trained assassin instincts, he'll probably be able to tell when you're approaching his room even in the midst of deep slumber.

He gets embarrassed rather easily, especially when it comes to someone as intimate as his crush so he'd most likely prepare himself in advance if he thinks you're about to come in.

Is totally the type to throw his discarded covers over himself and pretend to be asleep at lightning speed right as you're about to come in. If he's feeling extra flustered he might even run a few fingers through his hair to give himself a better look while he's supposedly 'resting'. Otherwise it would be embarrassing to have you see him like that

Under normal circumstances, if you come too close to him he'll have a hard time keeping a composed front, so if you suddenly lean over his form while he's lying down, he'll find it difficult to suppress a blush from rising to his cheeks.

You can then probably imagine how shocked he feels internally when he senses you place a hand on his arm or make any sort of contact. Despite himself, he'll immediately turn over and stare at you with wide eyes, all while trying to hide how he really feels.

"What is it, y/n? You know I'm sleeping now, right?"

The way he sounds a little panicked when he says that causes you to laugh under your breath. His reactions are always priceless whenever you try something even a slight bit intimate.

When you explain why you'd come in the first place, Killua is finally given the chance to regain his calm demeanor.

He'll most likely tell you to wait for him in the living room/kitchen etc, while he gets ready.

It doesn't actually take him long to change but he ends up spending a considerate amount of time attempting to compose himself fully after that encounter. Only after he's 100% calm again does he start leaving his room.

Later when he reflects on it, he realises just how lucky he is to have you in his life and a small smile adorns his face as he recalls the fondness you showed towards him that morning.

Thinks he doesn't deserve your attention as much as you give it to him, which only further stirs up the feelings he already harbours for you.

Kurapika:

Knowing all the trauma he's been through, I think it's safe to say that he may have an exceedingly difficult time falling asleep in the first place.

Hence, if you decided to wake him up for whatever reason, it would have to be a pretty good one. In fact, you'll probably refrain from it in the end – considering just how little rest he receives overall.

He's a fairly light sleeper, not quite as hyper-aware as some of the others but sensitive to disturbances nonetheless.

However, keeping quiet is usually the least of your problems.

Your greatest challenge lies in the sheer amount of nightmares he seems to get from PTSD – either experiencing flashbacks of the murder of his clan or later encounters with the spiders.

It's not uncommon for you to walk in on him twisting and turning with visible sweat gathering on his face. It's really hard for you to watch the ordeal so you tend to rush straight to him in order to shake him awake.

When he finally snaps into the real world it'll take him a while to calm himself down. Your reassurance, however, helps hugely to placate his emotions.

Although he's a bit self-aware (if not embarrassed) of being seen in such a vulnerable state by you, he still feels warm knowing that you're right by his side. Waking up to either your smiling or worrying expression always makes his heart swell, no matter the situation.

He often takes the time to simply admire you as you talk to him. His usually sharp eyes soften by a lot when it's just you together, and he has no intentions of hurrying to get up from bed when you opt on sitting next to him.

Is the type to initiate heartwarming moments. If you sit beside him after waking him up, expect him to place his head on your shoulder. He'll close his eyes, pretending to still be tired, but in reality he just wants you to stroke his hair – just like his mother used to do when she was still alive.

When Kurapika likes you, he'll most likely start seeing you as family. Sure, he'll get flustered occasionally but he mostly treats you as he would someone really close to him.

After waking him up, he generally prefers not to rush into things. He'll ask you to stay with him for a while before getting ready.

He truly savours the moments when you're alone in his room since you rarely tend to get such opportunities.

Hisoka:

For starters... whose smart-ass idea was it to even go near his room, let alone him?

However, if you somehow found the guts to do it I'm sure the king of jesters would only find it amusing for you to do so.

He may feel a little intruded-on if you straight up barge into his private space uninvited, but since he likes you in a romantic sense, he definitely won't be the type to hurt or kill you for it (that's completely out of the question). What he will do though, is attempt to playfully threaten you (pretty much tease you) just to gouge that irresistible expression of denial he loves to witness on your features.

Is the type to pretend to be asleep just so he could swiftly turn the tables and cage you underneath him. Any dirty trick in the book – this man has you covered.

Will more than likely try to make you feel intimidated by him just so he could watch you squirm and become embarrassed.

You probably thought he was asleep? Hell no. This man's regime is so messed up that it's honestly impossible to ever find him genuinely sleeping, even when it seems like he hasn't rested in days.

Paradoxically, if he did happen to be asleep at some point before you came in, he always manages to wake up before you decide to wake him. Most likely you'll find him laying on the bed – posing or doing some other flashy gimmick – as you peek into his room to check on him.

Although he doesn't show it, he secretly finds it endearing that you take time out of your life to be concerned with how he's doing. Not many people are as relaxed around him as you are, and even though that could've ultimately led to your death, luckily Hisoka has caught feelings for you which more-or-less ensures your safety every time.

He finds it refreshing when you show that you truly care for him as an individual. Coming in to wake him up is just one of the actions that prove this to him despite its natural simplicity.

It is my firm belief, however, that Hisoka is the type to sleep completely bare whenever he has a comfortable bed, so a word of warning, be prepared to accidently see him naked at least once if you make it a habit to do this often.

This man has absolutely no shame. He'll tease the crap out of you later for it, despite him probably intending for that to occur on purpose.

"Oh? How come you fled so quickly, y/n? Was it the sight of my chiseled abs that sent you for the hills or perhaps my generous–"

You will have to shut him up one way or another if you're in public, because dear lord he has a thing for trying to humiliate you.

Illumi:

Not gonna lie, if you're at the stage where Illumi trusts to sleep near your presence he probably won't even bat an eye to the act of you waking him up.

He'll think it normal for you to do so, so even if you somehow overcome his incredible senses and manage to sneak up on his sleeping form, he'll take it lightly – the thought of you holding ill intent being the last thing on his mind.

He would have to trust you a significant amount to allow you anywhere near his resting state. It's an act of endearment on his behalf that would signal the fact that you're closer to him than most other people.

However, not unlike Hisoka it would be exceedingly difficult to find him properly sleeping.

About 9 out of 10 times he'll be awake by the time you attempt to rouse him. He tends to sleep in an upright sitting position, so he'll just be perched there, staring off into space with those blank eyes of his.

On the very rare occasion that you manage to catch him asleep he'll be extremely easy to wake up. As soon as you raise your arm to make contact with him (or begin speaking) his eyes will instantly open and stare at you with faint curiosity.

"What is it? Is something the matter, y/n?"

You would have to shake the image of him during his slumber rather quickly to form a response. After all, imagine how pure and innocent he looks while fast asleep? The reason he usually sets off a deadly aura is because of his apathetic expression, ingrained abilities and nen – but when he's sleeping most of that effect becomes null, and all that's left is a peaceful pale visage surrounded by silky black hair.

He probably looks like a character from a children's story book

I doubt he changes out of his clothes much before he sleeps, so he'll be able to stand and go wherever it was you needed right off the bat.

Since you're someone he appreciates dearly, he accommodates to your needs quite well. No matter when or what you woke him for he'll never be mad at you for it.

He's honestly just glad that you can rely on him and trust him to be around you. After all, he places quite a lot of dedication to be more considerate towards you ever since he decided that you were the one he wanted.

[amive2567]

Ingredients: Kenma Kozume x !GN Reader

Contains: streamer Kenma, OOC Kenma, hateful comments towards Y/N (like death threats), protective Kenma, angry Kenma, swearing, my rusty writing, not proofread

Words:866

Type of order: hot chocolate (fluff), a tiny cup of coffee (a bit of angst),

A/n: It was a lie that it would take some time. I wrote this in the last few hours so I hope you enjoy it. ❤️

Btw Hanuta is a german candy.

Note: 1284 yen are 10 Euros or 11 US-Dollar

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“I will be late for your stream. I can’t moderate it for the first few hours. I am so sorry honey.” You wrote to Kenma two hours before the stream started. "No problem, we can control these people, good luck. Love you." he texted back.

Now Kenma sat in front of his screen, ready to start the stream. But with only two mods and about 14000 people watching and participating in the chat, he became worried that too many weird people came to destroy his online home.

He started his stream nevertheless and just hoped for the best.

Time went by, and you still haven’t come home, sitting next to him moderating the stream. The chat noticed his uneasiness of course.

“Why are you so nervous? Is everything alright? If you need to stop the stream, it will be alright?”

“Is it because of Y/N? They didn’t moderate the stream until now.”

“It’s alright guys. I don’t need to stop the stream. I just make a quick call.” he muted his mic and called you. Meanwhile, the haters came into the chat. Kenma didn't notice it and the mods weren't so fast to delete all the hateful comments. His phone beeped a few times until your mailbox went on. “You reached the number of Y/N L/N. They are currently unavailable, please..” he hung up and went back to streaming. More uneasy as he has been before. Now he glanced at the chat to catch up with the chat.

“They probably fuck another person because they got tired of you.”

“I hope they died in a car crash.”

“They can’t be here, they truly suck as a mod.”

The usual calm demeanor of Kenma changed in a second. These three unknown people got a Permaban, and a raging chat hating them. “If you still insist on being an asshole to me and my s/o, then I hope you will never be happy in your entire life. For the sake of my partner and this chat fuck off. No one needs you here. For anyone else, don't be a shitty person to my spouse or my chat. I have the possibilities to track you down and make your life a living hell.” He was so enraged he screamed into the mic, and the chat was quiet for some minutes. His eyes were gleaming with rage. It was quite scary, to be honest. Never in his whole time of streaming did they see their favorite streamer so furious. “I need a sec. '' he admitted, a bit calmer now. Kenma muted himself once again, and the viewers could see how he screamed and cussed. "I think I am alright now. Let's continue without these bastards," he mumbled, still slightly angry.

"Damn, I wish I got a husband like him. He is so great. VirtualHug "

"That was kinda hot, I always fell for protective guys. Kreygasm "

"I hope Y/N is doing alright. Just hope they don't take it too personally."

Even though Kenma was back on track in Valorant, he could hear the front door opening. Fast steps were coming closer to his streaming room, and excitement rose inside his chest. You were finally home. He paused the game and waited. "Hey, I am so sorry. A colleague got sick, and I needed to step in. My phone died on my way back. Is everything alright? You seem a bit off. Ah, and hello chat." You sat down next to him and turned on your pc to finally moderate. Meanwhile, the chat exploded with greetings, emotes, cheers, and protective comments. Kenma sighed.

"Don't tell them."

"They need to be protected at all cost."

"#Protect Y/N squad unite"

"Hello Y/N"

"We love you. Cheer100"

"It was just the usual haters. You don't need to worry." He answered, but he avoided your gaze. "Are you sure? Haters don't get you down usually." You got suspicious and lifted an eyebrow. He sighed again and mumbled something incoherent. "Could you repeat that, I didn't get that?" You smiled and waited for his answer. "They said hurtful things about you and wished you even bad things." You couldn't answer as a donation came in.

The google voice read the message out loud. "You have to see the clip where he yelled at these haters. It was awesome how he told them to fuck off." "Please don't watch it," murmured Kenma frenetically, but you already clicked on the link that got sent into the mod chat. Kenma's ears turned red. You laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "I didn't know you could be so protective. It's really hot," you whispered in his ear, and now not only his ears were red but also his whole face.

"This boy is so whipped for them. You two are just the best."

Another donation that got read out loud. Kenma was so fluttered he couldn't even thank them for the 1284 yen. "Thank you Hanuta456, we appreciate your donation." you laughed. "You should get back to your game." You said more seriously while you finally started to moderate the stream.

"Y/N is just the best. You better treat them well, or we will track you down Kappa."

[crystalcow]

𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 //𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒//

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Technoblade x reader !c !sbi AU // Wilbur soot x reader

Warnings: where a teenage Wilbur tries to flirt with his brothers lover

Pronouns: they/them

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Techno grinned looking up from his phone, a small smile playing on the pink haired males lips. “What’s got you so giddy?” Tommy teased, the eight year old looking up from the tv.

“Hm, nothin’. Hey dad Y/ns, coming over in a bit!” He shouted to Phil in the kitchen. “Alright, ask them if they’re staying for dinner,” He nodded going back to the phone screen.

“Ew it’s like your inlove with them, disgusting really.” Tommy grimaced, his accent thick as techno picked up one of the pillows, throwing it at the kid. “What’s this about Y/n?” Wilbur asked passing through, Philza sending him a glare.

The older man gave his son a disapproving look, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “Wilbur,” “What I’m just wondering when our friends coming by!” He replied grabbing an apple from the bowl.

All four of the males attentions directed to the doorbell, the loud ring signifying they were here. As Techno was ready to get up, Tommy bolted to the door ready to greet their guest.

“Hey Toms, where’s your brother buddy?” Y/n asked crouching down to the shorter boy. “Hi N/n! Forget about techno, come look at my new game!” The loud child boomed, grabbing their hand.

“Tommy leave Y/n alone..” Phil grumbled pulling him away before taking notice of them, “Hey Y/n, Techs in the living room.” They smiled at the older man, waving hello to Wilbur before greeting their boyfriend on the couch.

They sat down leaning closer into Techno, the duo greeting one another with a small kiss. “Wanna head up to my room?” He asked as they nodded, Phil shouting to keep the door open.

Wilbur gawked as the two left up the stairs, leaning against the counter love struck. “You’ve gotta get over your little crush mate’ that’s your brothers lover. Plus if he found out I’d only have two sons.” Phil patted Wills shoulders, grabbing his keys and calling out for Tommy.

“Have you even seen them tho dad, it’s like the things I write in my songs. Just isn’t fair..” The small blonde laughed at his brothers misery, “You mean those e-girls your always singing about? Your such a looser,” “Watch that!”

He had just flipped off the child in response, scrolling through old texts in agony. You were able to hear the soft laughs coming from upstairs and the sounds of the movie playing.

Wilbur brought his beanie down over his face, continuing to slump in the kitchen once Phil left with Tommy to the market. “One sec, I’m just gonna grab some water.” Y/ns voice heard from the top of the stairs.

Once they made it down the stairs, they spotted Wilbur staring at them. “Hey Will, wheres Tommy and them?” They asked reaching in the cabinets.

“I think they just went out to the market. So uh, you and Techno huh.” He awkwardly attempted to make conversation, failing to notice how Y/ns face lit up at the mention of Techno.

They hummed as the water streamed down into the glass cup, “We’re watching a movie right now! I somehow managed to get him to watch a romantic comedy.” They chuckled taking a sip of the drink.

“You know if you ever wanted, we could like erm.. Watch movies together, you’re a very beautiful person you know.” The teenager managed to stumble out, placing a hand on Y/ns shoulder.

They had tensed up upon the males touch, looking back and forth from the stairs and to his hand. “Oh thank you, you’re a very nice friend!” They smiled, trying to shrug off Wilburs hand.

“Shame isn’t it?” He sighed backing the both of them to the wall, “What do you mean Will..” “That your hanging out with Techno right now, maybe just tell him your coming with me!”

The air went cold in the Minecraft household, as they both stood silent. A mix of discomfort and blindness, the simple things obsession may bring..

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea, I’m going to head back up now.” Wilbur pouted, running his hand along their arm as a failed attempt of flirting.

“Wilbur back away from my lover before I shoot you.” Technos monotone voice rung from the stairway, as he held a bow with a tipped arrow.

Wilbur moved back putting his hands up as the pink haired male moved closer to his partner, wrapping a protective arm around Y/n.

“Lets go to the bookstore, there might be a sale.” They suggested leaning closer to Techno. “Erm Uh yeah.” The flustered male grabbed his coat as the two exited the house, leaving a confused Wilbur.

“I’m sorry, he just started talking and I thought it would be a normal conversation and all.” Techno quickly hushed them up by placing a quick kiss onto their forehead. “I should’ve noticed before that my idiot brother has a crush on you.”

“But the one I love is you.”

“Wait what l-love?”

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Drunk Words and Sober Thoughts

Pairing: Benny Miller x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: Mention of alcohol/drinking, self deprecating thoughts Summary: After a night out with Benny, you have to face the consequences of your actions.

The sun streaming in your windows pulls you from sleep. You roll over and squint at your clock to see it's just after 8 in the morning, earlier than you expected to wake after such a late night. As you contemplate the time, your actions from the night before suddenly come flooding back, and you feel a pit form in your stomach.

You'd practically thrown yourself at your best friend, finally confident enough with just enough alcohol in your system to do something about your feelings, and it ended with him depositing you in bed. Alone, because sober you was right. He didn't want you.

Fighting the urge to curl up under your blanket and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist you slide out of bed, intent on getting some food. You may not have gotten a hangover, but you were hungry. If you stayed in bed you were only going to mope, and food came first. You could mope later on a full stomach.

You stumbled to the door of your room, only to freeze at the sight that greets you. Benny was passed out on your couch, jeans discarded on the floor beside. He had one arm flung over his face, shielding his eyes from the bright sun leaking in from where your curtains had been left open.

He’d stayed. 

Why had he stayed?

Because he was a good friend. Even after you’d tried to fuck the friendship up, he still stayed to make sure you were ok.

It feels like there’s a hand wrapped around your heart, squeezing and squeezing tighter and tighter as pressure builds behind your eyes. You’d fucked everything up, he was going to wake up and try to act like nothing had happened, but it had, it had happened, and you’d fucked up and- 

You pivot away towards the kitchen, jaw clenched. You can’t fall apart, not until he leaves.

Cooking will help. You can cook breakfast, try to make it up to him, and then get him out of your apartment so you can wallow properly in peace.

Breakfast also distracts you, almost makes you forget about who is passed out on your couch. You’re quiet, hissing in annoyance when the pans clank together louder than you’d like - although it’s not like it would wake Benny up anyway. That man could sleep through the second coming of Christ, trumpets and all.

When you’re done - two plates of decent scrambled eggs and bacon and hashbrowns and no closer to feeling any better about the events of the night before - you finally look over at him again. That pit begins to form in your stomach again, and you can feel a cold panic creeping up your spine at the thought of facing him after last night.

Before you can overthink it again you close the distance to the couch, nudging at Benny’s shoulder until you get a muffled grunt in response. “Food.”

You’re straightened up and halfway across the room before he can get his eyes focused. You hear him stumble up behind you, still half asleep, as you spread butter across the toast that just popped up. He’s quiet for a moment, probably blinking sleep away, and then you hear him murmur your name.

You turn, managing to avoid looking at him as you set a piece of toast on each plate and turn towards the fridge. “What do you want to drink? I think I have some juice that’s still good if you want.” You crouch to dig through your fridge, ignoring the sound of Benny saying your name again, this time without as much sleep clinging to the word.

When you stand, half-empty bottle of thankfully not expired apple juice in your hand and try to turn away from him again, he wraps a hand around your arm to get you to stop. “Hey, stop. Just stop for a sec.”

You freeze, fighting the panicked feeling building in your chest. He’s upset, he wants to talk about last night and he’s going to leave and you’re going to be alone again and-

You tilt your head, ignoring the never-ending stream of panicked thoughts swirling in your brain, still not quite looking at him. “What?”

He’s silent for a moment, and you can feel him studying you. It hurts, the way you know exactly what face he’s making without even looking up. “Why are you acting so weird? Last night-”

Before he can finish the sentence you twist away, pulling your arm out of his grasp. “It’s fine, Ben, we don’t have to talk about last night.” You reach for a glass from the cupboard, praying he doesn’t see the way your hands shake as you set it on the counter. “I shouldn’t have…I was drunk, I shouldn’t have-” You cut off, taking a deep breath as you try to pour the juice. Panic creeps up your spine, tightening your chest and digging the pit deeper in your stomach. “It’s fine. Thank you for staying. Especially after…how I acted.” 

Despite your best efforts to shut the conversation down you feel him crowd up behind you, one hand on your arm gently turning you to face him. “What do you think happened last night?”

You sigh, closing your eyes and hugging the bottle of juice to your chest with your free arm like it can protect you. You don’t understand why he won’t just let it go, it’s not like him to drag out something that you clearly don’t want to talk about. “Benny, can we not-”

The hand gripping your arm slides down into your own hand, cutting you off before you can finish. “Please? Just tell me what you remember.”

For a moment you consider refusing, unwilling to relive your mistakes from the night before. But you know he’ll just keep pushing, so you take a deep breath. “We went out with the guys to celebrate you winning that big match, and I got really drunk, so you got us an Uber to make sure I got home okay.” You can feel shame curling in your chest as you recount the events from the night before. “I…tried to kiss you, and you pushed me away.” 

There’s a beat of silence, and then he speaks again. “That’s it? You don’t remember what I said?”

For the first time, something other than panic or shame flares up. You don’t know if he’s being cruel on purpose, but anger starts to color your words as you respond. “No, Benjamin, I don’t remember the exact wording of how my best friend rejected me when I drunkenly made a pass at him. My apologies for-” 

His hand slips out of yours, moving up to grab your shoulder. “Hey, hey, that’s not what I meant. What I said matters.” When you don’t respond he lets out a huff, hand sliding up to cup the side of your neck. “Would you please just look at me?”

A moment passes as you mentally gather your emotions up, trying to keep yourself from a full breakdown. Once you’re reasonably sure you won’t burst into tears if you open your eyes you look up, mentally swearing at the way you have to blink tears away anyway as you make eye contact with him. He looks worried, big blue eyes trained on your face and swimming with emotions. The hand that isn’t on your neck comes up to grip your opposite arm like he’s afraid you’ll bolt if he doesn’t hold you there.

“I told you no because you were drunk. I wasn’t going to let you make a decision like that when you were drunk, it wouldn’t have been right. I had no way of knowing if that’s actually what you wanted.” You scoff, gaze sliding away from him as you immediately try to pull out of his grip, but his next words stop you cold. “If you’d asked me sober, I would have said yes.”

You freeze, and it feels like he’s pulled the stable ground out from beneath your feet as you struggle to process his words. Your eyes dart back to his, silently asking if he means what you think he does. The small, almost shy smile that begins to spread across his face is answer enough

All the fight you’d been so determined to keep hold of melts away, and you find yourself unable to process a response. “What?”

His smile widens, brighter than any of the morning sun streaming in through your windows. “I would have said yes if you were sober. In a heartbeat.” He leans forward, forehead coming to rest against yours, crowding in until he’s the only thing you can feel or see or hear. 

“Ask me again.”

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“Hi mama!” You called greeting your soon to be mother in law who was cooking something in the kitchen while watching some telenovelas at the same time. She turned towards you with a smile. “Yn ¡mi amor! ¿Dónde has estado? ¡Te he extrañado!” Yn my love! Where have you been? I’ve missed you

“Just started a new project so I’ve been going back and forth between set and my apartment.” You replied placing the beige tote bag filled with a few things you knew they were low on , on top of the counter taking out everything inside. The woman next to you sighed a smile on her face as she watched you put all the items away.

“What?” You laughed folding the bag and putting it into your purse before your eyes met hers. “He doesn’t deserve you.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “I don’t deserve him either.”

You slowly opened the door to Alexs’ room letting yourself in before closing it softly, careful not to make your presence known to anyone else but your boyfriend. “One sec guys.” He told his best friends before going on mute and turning off his camera, turning his chair in your direction.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t say you were stopping by today.” You placed your purse on the side of his bed near the wall as you watched him take off his headset and walkover to you. “Can’t unexpectedly wanna come and visit my loving fiance?” He playfully rolled his eys leaning down to press a kiss to your awaiting lips. “Of course not but you usually let me know so I was just surprised.” He replied honestly.

“How much longer?”

“Mm about an hour or two, why gonna kidnap me and chop up my body?” Your hands wrapped around the black haired boy's neck flopping back and bringing him down with you. Alex made his head comfortable on your chest playing small kisses along the column of your neck.

“Do you have a death wish or something?” You whispered basking in the small attention you were getting. “Doesn’t help to have one in mind.” He joked getting off of you slowly causing a small whine to emit from you at the loss of contact. “Don’t be gone for long.” You sighed dramatically, throwing an arm over your eyes for extra emphasis.

You peeked from under your arm watching as he just shook his head and went back over to his desk , putting his headphones back on , and unmuting his mic as well as turning back on his camera.

-

A little while later after accidentally taking a nap you were woken back up from lots of yelling. Except you were under the covers and laying on the pillows instead of draped off the end of the bed like you originally were.

“Quackity you couldn’t even pull Yn Ln if you tried.” You heard a voice sound through your boyfriends headphones, you becoming intrigued of the conversation since your name was mentioned,

“But I could! But I could!” He yelled fighting his case in whatever they were talking about. “Yeah yeah, sure you could.” They taunted causing all the others to laugh. “I could because I did.”

His hand immediately went to his mouth as he turned to you not knowing you were awake but silently praying you were asleep ; Only to be met with you staring back at him as if you had just seen a ghost. “You did? I totally believe you bud.” They responded thinking he was only joking.

Quickly his camera and mic were both turned off as he looked at you with pleading eyes. “Mi amor I just embarrassed myself, help me please.” You and Alex had both talked multiple times about waiting until after the wedding to announce your relationship and for a whole year he did so well ignoring all his friends comments about how pretty you were and how much of a simp they were for you.

“You fucking owe me..” You mumbled knowing you’d feel a lot better if you didn’t have to listen to him being flamed by his friends. Alex smiled his eyes following you as you made your way over to him standing off to the side of his monitors out of the way of the camera view.

“K I’m back.” He announced after making sure everything was good.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” A boy with a british accent urges. “Right here.” He stated blankly handing you the headphones as you crouched into the view of the camera. After struggling to put them on ; You greeted his friends and fans with a smile. “Hellooo.” You waved at the camera watching as the chat flooded with confusion and disbelief.

“Oh my fucking god he wasn’t joking hi.”

“Wait what do you mean he wasn’t joking… oh-.”

You laughed at the multiple different reactions you got from the people in the call. Once you’d been introduced to everyone the chat had already begun spamming that it was now your stream and Alex should leave.

“Chat! You little pieces of shit! How could you break my heart like this?”

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A Choice Part 2- With No Regrets

Pairing: Levi x f!reader x Jean

Summary: Levi and Jean decide it's time to push aside their differences the best they can, and let you decide what makes you happiest

WC: 10K Whew chile

CW: pure smut with a little plotNFSW(18+). threesome. unprotected sex. lots of 'good angel'. teasing. dry humping. choking. oral (m and f). face fucking. fingering. size kink. dacryphilia. degradation. spanking. cucking(?). jealousy. creampie. sub!jean.

Part 1: A Choice

The Vibes

Levi could hear the pounding of his heart in his ears, steadily thrumming and drowning out everything around him. He shifted uncomfortably as he stood in front of the wooden door. What the hell was he doing here? He wanted to turn around and leave, but his feet wouldn’t move, too stuck on completing the mission. He had to do this for you. He had to get it over with, preferably as quickly as possible.

With a shaky breath, his knuckles rapped against the door. He could hear his knock echo through the small house- through Jean’s house. Levi tugged on the sleeve of his button-up shirt, busying his mind with trying to fix his already pristine shirt. He knocked again with an annoyed breath after a few minutes of no answer.

“Hol’ on, I’ll be there in a sec,” Jean called out with a slightly annoyed tone. He swiped his shirt off of the bed, shrugging the thin material on. With every languid step towards the front door, his fingers nimbly worked to button up his shirt. “You sure are eager today, aren’t ya,” Jean chuckled as he opened the door, half expecting Connie or Sasha, half hoping that somehow, just maybe, it’d be you. “Ah, uh- Levi.”

“Kirstein,” Levi replied curtly as his eyes met Jean’s chestnut eyes. He could feel an inexplicable rage beginning to bubble inside of him underneath the taller man’s gaze. He wasn’t even really sure himself as to why the agitation was there. It just was. Levi clenched his clammy fist, “tch. I have a proposition for you.”

***

“Le,” you called out at the sound of the front door opening, “I made you tea…, but it got cold, so I might’ve drunk it.” You chuckled to yourself, dog-earing the page of the book in your hands before setting it on the bedside table. “There’s more water in the kettle, though.” You crawled out of bed, padding towards the kitchen. “And I left the soup in the pot so it wouldn’t get as…,” you trailed off as you were greeted by Jean and Levi awkwardly standing by the doorway.

Your mind flashed back to that stormy night. The night you watched his tears fall harder than the rain outside. Worry slowly filled your mind. Had Levi found out? No, of course not- right? Jean looked fine, in both senses of the word- wait you shouldn’t be thinking that way about your best friend.

Jean pushed down the overwhelming jealousy growing in his chest. Levi had the perfect life. Respect. Freedom. A cabin with a beautiful view and a stream a few meters away. But you trumped everything else. You made Levi’s life perfect. Your presence, your love, your smile, everything about you made Levi’s life seem that much more perfect. Everything about you only reminded Jean of how you were the missing piece in his life that he was so desperately trying to get ahold of.

Levi didn’t have to look at the man next to him to see his lovestruck expression. No, it was apparent enough just through the corner of his eye, which made him wonder why you never seemed to notice it yourself. You couldn’t be that oblivious, could you?

“Hey, horse face,” you broke the short-lived silence teasingly, nervously smoothing out your sundress. You sank your teeth into the side of your cheek in an attempt to hold back the smug smile growing on your face. You knew he hated the nickname, but that made you use it even more. Not out of hate but out of a pure desire to tease him. You relished in his reactions; the way his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance, or how his cheeks flushed over, even his grumbles. Each time was like a quiet dare, a constant push to see just how much he’d let you get away with.

The ridiculous nickname never sounded better than when it left your lips. Every time the god-forsaken nickname was uttered by you, it became hard to hate it anymore. You made the insult of a nickname sound like the sweetest thing that anyone could be called. “Hi, mon Ange,” Jean replied in a tender voice, a caring smile spreading across his lips.

Levi’s left eye twitched at Jean’s nickname for you. He wondered if Jean had ever even bothered translating the name for you. Even if he hadn’t, it still bothered Levi. Not so much because of the name itself, more because he didn’t have a name for you like that. And yet, Jean had a name that fell from his lips so naturally. He watched the radiant smile the name drew from you followed with a death grip of a hug.

You practically flung yourself at Jean, wrapping your arms around his torso. You buried your nose in the crook of his neck, clinging to his welcoming warmth and calming smell. He was just a friend, and you’ve hugged like this plenty of times in the past, but something about the way his fingertips ran up and down your spine drove your mind insane. Your heart was hammering in your chest, growing faster with each languid feathery touch. It probably should’ve been the least of your worries, considering the fluttering occurring between your legs.

“Honey, you didn’t tell me we were having company for dinner,” you pulled yourself away from Jean, smoothing out your sundress as you turned towards Levi momentarily. “I would’ve gone to the market or asked Sasha to go hunting with me.” With a quick sigh and a shrug, you turned back to Jean with a hint of a smile on your lips, “any special requests?”

“H-he’s not here for dinner,” Levi grunted, a light blush tinting his cheeks. He shifted his weight from one foot to another awkwardly. It seemed like a good idea earlier, but right now, with you in front of him, the idea seemed kind of silly- stupid even. Maybe dinner was the better option here. It sure as hell sounded like the less nerve-wrecking option.

“I wouldn’t dare turn down your cooking, though,” Jean blurted out with a bashful smile. His eyes trailed down your body, subconsciously roving over all your curves. “But, I think Levi wanted me to taste something a little,” his eyes locked with yours as he pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his voice growing slightly huskier, “sweeter.”

Levi didn’t give you any time to react, pulling you into his chest by your dress. You braced your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself, your eyes locking with his darker than usual ones. It was happening again, the same thing that happened the day at the festival. There was a snap inside of him. You could feel it clear as day through his heated gaze and as his lips hungrily crashed onto yours. Every quiet whimper and squeeze at your hips showed you how his jealousy turned into a desperate need for you.

Levi was the first to break the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he moved just a breath away. He loved the timid, lust-filled look in your eyes. It was always so easy to bring out; even a simple smile your way resulted in the look that left him intoxicated. He needed it, lived for it. That lovingly hungry gaze reminded him that you chose him, and every day you continue to choose him. And suddenly he could barely remember why he even felt so nervous about this.

“Sugar,” Levi cooed, catching your chin between his fingers. “Do you trust me?”

The cold, menacing look in his eyes left your throat dry and sent a rush of heat between your legs. “With my life,” you purred, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. You could feel his lips curl into a proud smile beneath yours. “Always and forever.”

“Be a good girl for me then, huh?” Levi gave your hip a reassuring squeeze as he nodded towards Jean. His charcoal eyes never left Jean’s chocolate ones, silently asserting his dominance. Not that he really even needed to. His presence was assertive enough all on its own. “Show this Kirstein brat what he’s been missing out on, hm?”

Jean’s hands grew clammy, his throat now drier than the Sahara. This was really happening. He was frozen under your gaze. This is just a dream. Just a dream, right? Any second now he’d wake up alone in his bed.

You looked back and forth between the two men for a moment, silently trying to determine just what Levi was up to before you turned towards Jean. With a small shaky hand, you cupped Jean’s cheek with a devilish smile, “what’d ya do to get him to say that?” You let out a silky laugh, expecting at least his shy throaty chuckle you’ve grown to love. But there was nothing. No sounds fell from his lips. No smile graced his face. All you got back was a scared gaze covered by faux confidence. Now that you were paying closer attention, you could feel him trembling beneath you. “Jeanie,” you breathed, “we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You reached up with your other hand to cup his ear for him.

“I do,” Jean sighed in a low voice as he guided your hand on his ear down to his shoulder. I’ve wanted this for so long, he thought to himself. His eyes trailed down to your lips, eyes growing heavy with longing, “I really do.” Ignoring Levi’s expecting gaze, Jean cupped your cheek, guiding you towards him as he leaned down teasingly slow. “Wan’ed this for s’long,” Jean whispered, his voice broken with desire as his breath fanned over your lips.

You lost yourself in his broken yet hopeful eyes. You wanted this just as bad as him, if not more. You spent so long pretending not to, avoiding kissing him in his sleep countless times. You convinced yourself that this wasn’t something you wanted anymore, but you did. That want had transformed into a need, and somehow Levi seemed to know that before you did. You think about what his lips would feel like on your own, if he’s kiss you with as much passion as he talked with.

Levi walked behind Jean with an annoyed grunt, giving him a much-needed nudge to close the gap. “Tch, damn brat,” Levi grumbled as he strode across the room towards the bedroom door. Geez, watching you two like this was more painful than irritating. He almost felt bad. “Probably why she ended up with me and not you,” he dug with a knowing smirk on his face.

Jean’s lips landed on your in a tender kiss, his hand wrapping around your hips to ground himself. The way you wrapped your arms around his neck, stretching up to deepen the kiss, drove him crazy. Your lips were so warm against his, a blanket of comfort that he wanted to wrap himself in forever. A whisper of your name tumbled from his lips, sending shivers down your spine. He loved the effect he had on you, loved how you seemed to crave this as much as him. His hands trail down from your hips to your butt for a quick squeeze, earning a quiet, saccharine moan. His brows furrowed in concentration as his tongue swiped acoss your bottom lip, “gonna make you mine.”

Levi let out a snort of a laugh, “like hell you will. Couldn’t even kiss her without some help.” He leaned back against the bedroom door frame with his arms lazily crossed over his chest. He watched as you kissed Jean desperately, your body practically limp against the taller man, hands clawing at every opening in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer. “Hey, princess,” he called out cooly, causing you to pull away to hum in response reluctantly. “Why don’tcha bring Kirstein over here?”

You froze beneath Jean, dragged back to reality by Levi’s seemingly uninterested voice. This wasn’t a dream, well, not literally at least. You were wide awake, kissing your best friend in front of your boyfriend. You were-.

“Ange?”

You were with two men in the entire world that you felt the safest with. You’d trust these two with your life. “You gotta do more than just kiss good if you’re gonna keep your word, Jeanie,” you teased with faux confidence.

Jean smirked confidently at the challenge, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. “C’mon now,” Jean kissed you once more, “when‘ve I not kept my word to you?” he asked rhetorically as he lifted you off your feet, guiding your legs around his waist.

Levi hated the feeling bubbling up inside of him as he followed behind Jean and watched as he laid you on the bed. It wasn’t jealousy because he knew you, trusted you. At least that what he kept repeating to himself. Instead, he hated the way his hands shook as he stepped towards his bed with his girl sprawled out on it. He hated that neither really felt like his anymore. He hated how nervous Jean made him. Jean was keeping his word without even really doing anything.

“Le,” you called out sweetly at your secretly terrified and clearly uncomfortable boyfriend standing a few steps away from the bed. You untangled yourself from Jean, involuntarily whining from the loss of his comforting heat. “Baby,” you cooed, crawling out from under Jean towards the edge of the bed with a hand reaching out to Levi. “W-we don’ have’ta. I just,” you gently pull his hand into yours. “Your comfort matters to me, y’know.”

Levi tenderly pressed his lips to your knuckles with a forced smile in his eyes. “I’d do anything for my girl.” His eyes flickered towards Jean with a cold challenging expression as ‘my girl’ fell from his lips.

A surge of power overcame you, coursing through your blood along with the excitement of the situation. “Prove it, Ackerman. Show me you’ll do more than my Jeanie.” You could see Jean stiffen at the addition to the usual nickname, his chest subconsciously puffing out proudly.

Levi surged forward, his lips crashing against yours in a fiery kiss. Taken by surprise, you gasped into the kiss, unintentionally giving Levi full access. He flicks his tongue against yours, exploring the foreign taste mixed with a sweetness he’s grown accustomed to. He squeezed your hip desperately, pulling you closer to him and further from Jean. He feels so possessive, so determined to remind you that you’re his, not Jean’s.

Jean can sense it in the air like electricity. He can feel Levi becoming determined to keep you away. Jealousy bubbled inside of him, mingling with the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He leaned in towards you, sliding the thin strap of material off your shoulder. You were his, too; that’s why he’s here, right? So why did you feel so forbidden to touch? His shaky breath fanned over your skin as he ducked his head into the crook of your neck. He wanted to savor this moment- even if there was one more person present than he’d like. Jean left a trail of gentle kisses from the crook of your neck to your shoulder. The way you shivered beneath his lips made him crave you more, transforming soft kisses into teasing nibbles against your neck.

You broke the kiss with Levi with a soft gasp, “Jean.” The quiet moan fell from your lips before you could stop yourself. Everywhere his lips touched was set ablaze. You were hyper-aware of his touch- his tongue sweeping against your neck while his calloused hands snaked around your hips. He was so close, yet not close enough.

Jean looked up at Levi with an overconfident look in his eyes, hiding his smirk against your shoulder. His name sounded so sweet on your lips, so at home. “Say it again, angel,” he mumbled against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your neck.

“Need you, Jeanie,” you whined, reaching around to tangle your fingers in his hair at the back of his head. You urged him closer to you with a desperate whine, capturing his lips with yours. Jean sighed into the kiss, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth, letting them dance with each other. You can’t tell who’s in control of the kiss or if either of you are even trying to control the kiss, too wrapped up in the intoxicating taste of each other.

A broken, muffled moan rings through Levi’s ears as he sucks on your neck harshly, focused on littering your skin with marks. He didn’t give a damn how many times Jean’s name fell from your lips or how many disgustingly satisfied looks Jean sent him; you were his. Levi roughly grabbed your thighs, digging his fingers into the fatty flesh as he pulled you into his lap. He smiled against your neck proudly as you instinctually began to grind against his hardening cock. “S’my good girl,” he groaned, dragging his lips down to your breast. He slid your other strap off your shoulder, letting the fabric of your dress fall to your waist before latching his lips onto your breast without warning.

You broke the kiss with a small gasp, “l-lower Le, need- ah!” You rested your head back against Jean’s shoulder, unconsciously pulling him closer by his hair as Levi kitten licked your nipple. With every flick of his tongue, he tugged and pushed your hips, guiding your erratic grinding. Jean’s hand left your hip, leaving you a whimpering mess as he opted for your free nipple instead, twisting and tugging on the sensitive nerve.

Your moans sounded so pretty to Jean. He wanted to hear them spill from your lips over and over… even if it meant working with Levi. “Look at our pretty girl,” Jean cooed, “makin’ such pretty sounds, isn’t she Levi?”

Our, huh? Levi played with the thought in his head. Their sweet little angel. Levi pulled away with a small smile, “she always does. Sounds even better when she’s close.” As if on cue, you let out a high-pitched moan that bordered a strangled gasp. “Ah, just like that.”

Jean could feel his cock twitch in his pants at the saccharine sound. “Yeah, is that right, angel? Gonna cum for us without even having a finger inside ya?” His hand slid up from your breast to your neck teasingly slow, “go ahead, be a good girl and fall apart for us, yeah?”

That was all it took to push you over the edge, whimpering their names while you tugged on Jean’s hair and Levi’s shirt, needing them to be impossibly close as your first orgasm washed over you. “M-more, need more baby,” you weren’t sure which one of them you were referring to, maybe both. “Pretty please.” You untangled your hand from Jean’s hair, letting it roam down his body before falling onto the center of his pants. Jean’s breath hitched in his throat as you gently palmed his throbbing cock through his pants.

The needy, pleading look in your eyes as you tugged on his shirt was enough to make Levi cum right now. He reached forward, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb as he cooed, “always so pretty when you beg. I’m sure Kirstein wants to hear you do it some more.”

“Could listen to it all day,” Jean whispered as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, barely able to hold back the whimpers fighting their way out. “Wanna help you make em s’more.” A breathy whine escaped his lips, “please. Love to get a taste.”

You couldn’t tell if the shiver running down your spine was from Jean’s intoxicating voice or from the loss of heat as Levi pulled away. “Jeanie,” you slowed your hand's movement to a stop. “I-,” your cheeks were growing warmer by the second at the thought of your best friend’s face buried between your legs. How his big mouth would feel or his scruff against the inside of your thighs.

“Careful what you wish for, Kirstein, my girl’s the sweetest damn thing there is.”

“Le…”.

Levi pulled you by your thighs, forcing you to lay down between him and Jean. “Can’t ever just have one taste, always so intoxicating,” he praised you with a proud smirk.

Jean hummed as he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, “I wasn’t expecting anything else. Always been my intoxicating little ange.” His heart swelled in his chest as you gently took his hand in yours, pressing a kiss onto his knuckles. Then, with a single glance at each other, Jean and Levi switched places- allowing Jean to rest between your legs. His eyes never left yours, silently reassuring you as he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss just above your knee. “You ‘kay there, awfully quiet,” he hummed against your skin as he slid your dress off completely, tossing it aside.

You pulled your trembling lip between your teeth with a whiny nod. The room was so hot, or maybe it was just you- slowly burning beneath Jean’s gaze and Levi’s wandering hands. Every kiss to your thigh, slow sensual kisses that Jean peppered your skin with as if they were your lips. Each cool, slender finger that was slowly being added until it wrapped around your throat. The way their eyes focused on you, drinking in every little reaction like their life depended on it. Everything about this moment left your skin scorching hot, your butterflies somehow surviving the heat only to help spread it like the wind with a forest fire. It was ridiculous how much you wanted both men so badly.

Jean tore his eyes away from you, taking a moment to admire the marks he littered all along the inside of your thighs. His long, slender fingers hooked the waistband of your panties. “Last chance, is this okay?” One of his hands slowly glided up your body before finding its place in your hand. You had already moaned his name like it was one of the most natural things ever, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice the dark spot on your panties spreading further and further by the second. But he wanted to hear you say it, listen to you say you craved him between your legs. You nodded desperately, but it wasn’t enough.

“Words, honey,” Levi cut in, giving Jean the chance to lean teasingly close, his face hovering over your clothed center. “Don’t be a brat,” his hand tightened around your neck, just enough to feel your breath hitch beneath his touch before releasing you.

“Fuck,” you breathed heavily, “yes, yes, damn it, Jean.” You shifted your hand in his until you could lace your fingers with his. “Less talk. You take too long.” Jean’s chuckle fanned over your center, leaving you fluttering around nothing.

“That right, ange?” In one swift movement, he had pulled your panties off, nearly ripping them at the seams. “Gotta be patient,” the words died on his lips, coming out as a breathless whisper as his eyes stared at your center like a child receiving a gift. “S’perfect.” He leaned forward, licking a long, slow stripe up your slick, collecting as much of your juices as he could in one go. The moan that left him felt sinful, filling the room. “Sweeter than ice cream.”

Levi shook his head with a chuckle, watching the way your hips tried to rise to meet Jean’s lips. You were so pretty, so cute and whiny in his arms with Jean between your legs. He hated how turned on he was at the sight, but he couldn’t deny the aching throb in his pants that was begging for some kind of release. “Tch, course she is. Best damn thing you could ever taste.”

Jean hum in agreement before meeting your core once again, greeting you with long, snail-paced laps. He wanted to savor every second of this, giving you his all like he’d never get the chance again- because, for all he knew, he wouldn’t. He growled against your core, his hunger getting the best of him as he buried his face further into you. His nose nuzzled your puffy clit, groaning as his tongue went into overtime, lapping and probing at your core. He was drunk on you, his thoughts consumed by you and only you. “Taste s’good. S’my pretty, sweet little ange.”

“S-so close, ah, Jeanie,” your voice caught in your throat in a loud gasp. “I-!” The knot in your stomach was almost unbearable, forcing your eyes closed. It was embarrassing how much of a babbling, moaning mess he turned you into with just his tongue. His name was falling from your lips like a prayer.

Levi’s breath fanned over the shell of your ear, his hand gently squeezing your throat. “He better than me, honey? You like his tongue more, huh?” A smirk spread across his lips at your pitiful attempt to shake your head despite the way Jean’s name fell from your lips. “Tch, you’re a bad liar.”

“P-promise,” you tried to talk through your orgasm. A loud moan ripped from your throat as Jean continued to lap up your juices relentlessly. You tried to wiggle away only to be held in place by Jean’s large hand gripping the flesh of your thigh, his fingers digging in with bruising force. Levi’s hand fell from your neck, sliding down your body until it rested on your hip, helping Jean hold you in place.

The throbbing ache in Levi’s pants could wait. Tonight was about you. You were the center of their attention, the sole reason for this compromise. Your saccharine moans and whimpers made all of his anxious thoughts and jealousy worthwhile. “If he’s not better, then open your eyes. C’mon, pretty girl, can you do that for me?”

You forced your eyes open, tears welling up in the corners. “Can’t.” You wanted to prove to Levi that you didn’t like Jean’s tongue more, but you couldn’t. You loved his tongue, had gotten so drunk on it already. “Need- need more, want you.” You tightened your grip on Jean’s hand while your free hand scrambled to find purchase on Levi, resting on the outline of his incredibly hard cock.

Levi could feel you tense and twitch in his arms, on the verge of yet another orgasm. He chuckled devilishly, inching his fingers closer to your clit, “after this one, alright?” His slender fingers worked your clit, rubbing in harsh circles. “Doing so good for us,” he kissed your temple tenderly. “One more, and you can be filled as much as you want, hm?”

“Been such a good girl so far,” Jean purred, looking up at you with adoring eyes. He guided your hand towards his head before unlocking his fingers from yours, “makin’ such pretty noises for us.” He delved his tongue further into your hole, moaning against you as you tugged on his hair, the dull pain only encouraging him to go further- to taste more of what should be his. Of what is his. You weren’t just Levi’s- no, his name fell from your beautiful kiss swollen lips too many times for you to be just Levi’s. You were their’s now, and as much as he wanted you to be his and only his, he could live with the idea of you being their’s, his and Levi’s. Their pretty little angel.

“You like that, huh?” Levi chuckled, almost condescending as you desperately tried to grind your trembling hips against his fingers and Jean’s face, chasing your high like your life depended on it. He gave your clit a swift slap, “bet you want us to call you our’s, huh?” You shook your head despite the broken whines forcing their way out, and your hips faltered beneath their ministrations. “Yet you’re letting Kirstein make a mess of what’s mine.” His fingers went back to rubbing small circles around your clit. “Tch, he may call you an angel,” he leaned closer to your ear, growling his next words, “but all I see is a desperate little slut. Go on,” his fingers slowed to a teasing, snail-like pace, “admit it, sugar. You’re our little slut.”

You shook your head furiously, squeezing your eyes shut. It was too much; you were so close yet so far, as if you were standing on the edge of a cliff, toes hanging off the edge with some unknown force keeping you upright. “N-no,” you could feel Jean pull back slightly despite your attempt to pull him closer by his hair. “Just- still, yours, Le.”

Jean pulled away abruptly with a tutting sound, annoyance making its way into his lust-filled eyes. “Only, good girls get to cum,” he brought his finger up to your entrance, collecting your wetness as he traced the hole with a feather-light touch. “And good girls don’t lie,” he growled as the tip of his finger slid inside of you, “so, do you want to try that again? Who’s little slut of an angel are you, hm?” He pushed his finger in further, stopping at the second knuckle of his finger.

“Jean, please-.”

“He asked a question, sugar- gotta be polite and answer the man.” Levi began to twist the nub between his fingers gently.

“I- fuck! I’m your’s!” You could feel yourself losing your high, crashing down like a plane shot out of the sky. “All your’s- please just-.”

“Who’s?” Jean pushed on as his finger pumped in and out of you, finally entering until you reached his knuckle. “All who’s?” He slid a second finger in, smiling to himself at the way your tight hole squeezed his fingers, “come on, ange, all you have to do is say it.”

Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes, the high you were so close to feeling like an impossible goal to reach, Jean’s fingers slowly curling inside of you, taking his time feeling your velvety walls while Levi’s fingers now ghosted over your clit. “Ngh. Both!” You gasped, tugging on Jean’s hair with one hand and digging your nails into Levi’s thigh with the other. Then, with an approving hum, both of them picked up the pace, hurling you back towards your high at a dizzying speed. “Please, please, ah,” you chanted breathlessly as your body twitched and convulsed. “Belong to you and Le.”

“Atta girl,” Levi praised you, dipping his head down to suck on your neck.

“Cum for us, ange.” He added a third finger, in love with the way you stretched around his fingers as they pounded against the spongy spot that left you breathless. “Be our good girl and cum.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, back arching against Levi, their names falling from your lips in a broken chant- mingling together into blubbering moans as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. You could see stars as your body trembles between them, your hips trying to run away while your pussy clamps onto Jean’s fingers, holding him close as you come down from your high. Both of their touches grew slower, gentler as they guide you back down, their eyes hungrily boring holes into you. You finally opened your eyes once Jean removed his fingers, breathlessly watching as he held them up to Levi’s lips.

“Tch, damn brat,” Levi rolled his eyes before slowly taking Jean’s index finger between his lips. His steely eyes glared at Jean despite the slow swirls his tongue did around the finger- sucking every last drop off of it.

You were next, Jean’s chestnut eyes zoning in on you as he pulled his finger out of Levi’s mouth before tapping your bottom lip with his middle finger. “Open.” A groan rumbled through his chest as you took his finger between your lips without hesitation, staring up at his with the hypnotizing doe eyes as you sucked yourself off of his finger. It wasn’t the same as when he made Levi do it, though. When it was Levi, all Jean wanted to do was stare at the man, a quiet battle of pride- a wordless challenge. But with you- oh, with you, he was in love with watching your kiss swollen lips, lost in thought about how they’d look wrapped around his cock.

You pulled away with a quiet pop, breathlessly watching as Jean took all three of his fingers between his lips with a low moan, sucking the mixture of your slick and everyone else’s spit. You unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, “c-can I now?” Jean looked down at you with a slightly confused expression while Levi’s chest rumbled with a growl of a chuckle.

“All of that, and you’re still begging to be filled, eh? Little slut.” His lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. The way his breath fanned over your skin sent shivers down your back, “but whatever Ange wants, Ange gets since you’ve been such a good girl. So,” Levi hooked his finger under your chin, turning your head to face him, “keep on being a good girl and tell us what you want.”

You rubbed your thighs together, creating much-needed friction, “you- Jean- both,” you whine frustratedly. “I- just something, please!” You reached forward with a trembling hand, your fingers nervously brushing against the buttons of his shirt. It felt silly being so nervous as you dragged your fingers closer and closer to where he clearly wanted you, the imprint of his hard-on practically ripping through his jeans. He had just rocked your world- sending you to the heavens with his tongue, yet you could feel your nervousness reflected in him, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes shifted from yours to Levi’s.

Levi rubbed your hips gently in an attempt to calm your nerves, “Get on all fours for us then, alright, beautiful? You can do that, right?” He gave your hips a reassuring squeeze, the pang of jealousy in his chest from you giving Jean all the attention disappearing into excited hunger as you crawled towards Jean like a predator stalking its prey.

“I wanna… can I..?”

Jean chuckled, your meek voice a stark difference from the natural confidence in your actions, “give me head?” He caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “only if I get another kiss first.”

You rolled your eyes, a loving smile playing with your lips as you leaned closer, pressing your lips against his. You fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as his lips lazily worked against yours, moving in languid, sloppy, yet sweet motions in tandem with yours. The bed shifted and dipped behind you as Levi undoubtedly prepped himself behind you. “Can I now?” you asked as your hands roamed his broad shoulders, sliding down his chest.

“Go for it, Ange,” Jean breathed, his hand finding its way to your cheek, his thumb grazing your lips gently before moving back to your cheek.

You pushed aside your nerves and went to work, pulling his jeans and underwear down like a kid unwrapping a present which he kicked off and tossed aside haphazardly. Your breath caught in your throat as his cock sprung free with a quick slap to his abdomen.

“S’pretty,” you whispered, practically on the verge of drooling at the sight of the thing you spent so many years trying to keep yourself from thinking about. You licked his slit, collecting the leaking precum on your tongue with a quiet moan.

Jean whined as you licked up from the base of his cock up to his tip, his hips bucking to meet your lips involuntarily. “Y/n, l-.” He wasn’t sure how much more he could take, already on the verge of cumming. “You’re the pretty one,” he breathed, his chestnut eyes welling up at this dream come true. His hand caressed your cheek, touching you like you were made of glass despite guiding you to take him further. “My pretty little angel.” His breath hitched in his throat as your pretty, kiss swollen lips wrapped around his length.

You closed your eyes, giving Jean your full attention as you bobbed your head. Every bob was like a quiet dare to take more and more of him into your mouth until your moans became gags. You opened your eyes as you fondled his balls, ingraining the sight of a bleary-eyed, whining Jean into your brain.

“Such a good girl,” Jean choked out, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Levi’s calloused hands smoothed over your ass, kneading into the fatty flesh as he soaked in the sight in front of him. Everything about you right now was mesmerizing; the eager dedication to pleasing Jean, your muffled moans, the way your ass jiggled with every little tap. He could barely hold himself back anymore. His fingers expertly worked the buttons of his shirt, freeing himself of the restrictive clothing. Jean had got enough attention already; it was his turn to join in on the fun. He unbuttoned his pants, sliding them and his underwear off with ease. It was his turn to have you moaning, his turn to make you cry for more.

Levi dragged his length along your slit, coating it with your slick. A dangerous chuckle fell from his lips as he watched you flutter and clench around nothing. “Tch, such a greedy angel.” He lined himself up before slamming into you, pushing you forward onto Jean’s length. Your gagged moan graced his ears, urging him to keep going. To keep helping his sugar live out her fantasies. And maybe, just maybe, watching you choke and whine around someone else’s cock was part of his fantasy as well- a fantasy buried so deep it was hidden from himself.

Jean squeezed your jaw between his fingers, fighting back the urge to pull your pretty little face closer- forcing you to take all of him. He wanted to watch you sputter and choke around his cock, wanted to see just how good you’d be for him. And for once in the entirety of him knowing you, he wanted to make you cry, watch your eyes well up with tears, and know he was the reason why. He wanted to hear his name fall off your lips in a broken sob.

“So close, I-.”

“Damn shame, Kirstein,” Levi quipped, fighting back the stream of moans and settling for a quiet grunt. “Made her wait this long for you, just to cum early.” He let out a whiny chuckle as you clenched around him. “Tch, how disappointing.” Levi watched as Jean’s eyes clouded with a mixture of irritation and lust. “Thought you’d at least get to feel her pretty, tight pussy wrap around your cock.”

“Never,” Jean grunted, holding you in place, “said I’d be done after.” His hips were moving on their own now, pistoning sloppily into your mouth, “gonna keep goin’ ‘til she begs me to stop.”

You dug your nails into Jean’s tensed thigh, desperately trying to ground yourself. It was too much, all of it. Jean’s husky voice mixed in with his whiny, desperate moans. Levi’s unrelenting pace as he slammed into you unforgivingly. Jean’s dirty words. All of it was making your mind feel hazy, drunk off of the both of them. You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to ignore the ache in your jaw, keeping your focus on calming your breathing down instead.

A loud smack filled the air, followed by the stinging pain on your left cheek that left you crying around Jean’s cock. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes as another smack filled the air. You wiggled your ass, pressing back to meet Levi’s thrusts, earning a proud grunt from the onyx-haired man.

“Look at that,” Levi teased, “got two holes filled, and you still want more.” A choked-out whine escaped his lips as his eyes moved up from jiggling of your ass to Jean’s eyes once more. “Think it’s goin’ ta be a while before she begs for either of us to stop.”

“Fine by- I,” Jean took a shaky breath, his stomach tensing, “I-. Please, gonna cum,” his hand fell from your jaw, giving you a chance to pull away. But you didn’t. Your head kept bobbing, edging him closer and closer, looking more like the angel of death than the sweet little angel he convinced himself you were. “Please, I gotta-.”

“Just cum for her, idiot,” Levi cut in breathlessly in a harshly encouraging voice. “She wants you to cum for her.”

Jean looked down at your eyes brimmed with tears, looking back up at him with the sweetest little look as if his dick wasn’t shoved down your throat. “Fuck, gonna cum for you- ngh.” He watched in awe as you swallowed his load eagerly, so focused on not wasting a single drop even as you came yourself. He wasn’t going to be the same after this, couldn’t be the same, not when he knew what heaven was now. But he couldn’t think of that yet. No, there’d be time for that, but not now.

You pulled away with a quiet pop, a hungry, devilish smile playing with your lips before Levi pulled you flushed against his body by your throat. “Le,” you cried out, quickly silenced by Levi’s lips capturing your own. The burning sensation in your stomach was building up so fast, every thrust upwards feeling like a spark, adding to the flames. You moaned into Levi’s mouth as his fingers squeezed tighter around your throat. Even through the building high and cries, you were still intensely aware of Jean in front of you.

Levi broke the kiss with a long string of saliva, watching proudly as your head fell back against his shoulder. “Look at that, got our beautiful little angel making such a filthy fucking mess all over the bed.” Sloppy wet sounds filled the room, “think she wants more, Kirstein. Go ‘head and tell ‘im, sugar.” The way you clenched around him was making it so hard for him to hold back, his cock twitching inside of you, searching for release.

“Want more. Jeanie- I, ngh,” your brain was clouded, the words all there but having a hard time making their way to your mouth. Tears streamed down your cheek, frustration finally pushing them out of their corners. “Need both inside. Fill me,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut as another orgasm crashed over you.

“Tch, you’re no angel,” Levi’s hips stuttered at your words. It was just a filthy idea, so sinful sounding, and yet it pushed him further. He wanted it as much as you, to watch you get filled by both of them. No matter what happened after tonight, he knew he won. No matter if you chose to stay with him after letting Jean fuck you stupid or if you picked Jean after getting filled by him, night after night- he had won. “Such a filthy little slut,” he growled against your neck, burying his nose into the crook of your neck. “you want us-” his eyebrows knitted together as a whine betrayed him, “-want us to make a mess of you, huh?” He pistoned up into, reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust before spilling inside of you, painting you with his seed.

Jean couldn’t take his eyes off of you, letting them roam over your lust-filled face, down to your bouncing tits, further down to where you and Levi met messily- to the place where he had finally gotten an invitation to. “Come ‘ere angel,” Jean said shakily as he leaned back against the headboard. You were his weakness, his heaven, his everything, and having you begging for him to cum inside of you made him go berserk. “Let me fill that pretty little pussy, yeah? It’s what you wan’, right?”

Your eyes sparkled with an excited giddiness as you looked at him, “yes, please.” You gave Levi another long, sloppy kiss before carefully getting off of his length with an unconscious whine. Jean held a hand out for you, guiding you towards his lap as you crawled over on jello-like legs.

“You sure you want this,” Jean licked his lips as you hovered over him, eyes steady on yours. He could feel the heat radiating from your center, a mixture of your slick and cum slowly dripping onto his length. “I can leave-.” It turned his stomach to think about how many times you had let Levi do that- how many times it should’ve been him. The thought bubbled and twisted itself into a wave of indescribable anger, one driven by the desire to make you cry for him.

You cut him off with a fiery kiss, coaxing his mouth open with your tongue so you could get another taste of him. You needed him, wanted him so bad it scared you, but none of those feelings could find their way out anywhere but in your eyes. Maybe this was a one-time thing. Perhaps they only agreed to this to help get the thought out of your mind. But now, right now, with your best friend moaning and whining beneath you, it didn’t feel like this would be the last. You wanted more, so drunk off your first sip of him that it almost made you wonder whether if you’d pick him given the chance.

“Don’t,” you breathed once you broke the kiss. “Please… Jeanie- Jean, stay.”

With a nod, Jean lined himself up with your entrance. His eyes were glued to yours as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. He loved the way your face scrunched up in a mixture of pain and pleasure with every inch of him that filled you, tears brimming your eyes. Every inch taken earned you a little kiss, to the forehead, to your tears, your nose, everywhere but where you wanted them. “Such a good girl,” he muttered in between kisses until you stopped with a weak cry.

You looked so sweet, such a pretty little dream- his pretty little dream. Who would’ve thought you’d feel so heavenly, fitting him like a perfect glove?

“Too much for you, angel?” Your sweet little whimper sounded like music to his ears, but he needed more. The thought of you crying while being stuffed with his cock drove him insane. “No, ’s not,” Jean cooed, reaching up to wipe the small stream of tears off your cheek. “You can do it.”

“It is,” you cried as you rested your forehead against his, “can’t take any more.”

“C’mon, be my good little angel.” He chuckled devilishly as you clenched around him at the name. “Fuck- just… just look at me,” he dipped his head, looking up at you with concern. “Gonna need you to relax, yeah?” He peppered your lips with gentle kisses, “you do that for me, hm?” He pushed himself slowly into you despite your cries protesting it, stilling your shaking head with a gentle hand, wiping away more stray tears with his thumb, “yes, you can, angel.”

“Don’t forget you asked for this brat,” Levi scolded you as he teased the head of his cock with his thumb, spreading the leftover of your slick along his length. He hated how invested into this he was, hated that he needed Jean to fuck you almost as badly as you did. The thought of sharing you like this, letting Jean fill you, disgusted him, yet he couldn’t help but want it to happen.

“If you won’t be a good girl for Kirstein,” Levi leaned closer to you, his breath fanning over your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine. He dragged his bottom lip up your shoulder, leaving a wet trail up to your ear. “Then be a good girl for me,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. “Let Jean help you feel good, sugar. Can you do that for me?”

“But ’s too much,” you leaned forward, resting your forehead against Jean’s. With a trembling hand, you reached behind you, desperately searching for Levi. You could feel his soft lips press against each of your fingers in tender kisses before he guided your hand towards his silky locks. “Wanna be your good girl,” you choked out, unsure of who you were even talking to. “But can’t- Ah!” You gasped into Jean’s mouth as he captured your lips against his while Levi sucked on your neck, painting your skin with deep colored marks.

It was as if they were on the same page, both so insistent on having Jean stuff you full. Levi grabbed your hip with bruising force with his free hand, pulling you down in time to meet Jean’s hips, slamming up into you. A squeak of a cry fell from your lips, swallowed by Jean without hesitation.

“See,” Levi cooed quietly, “always such a good girl. So proud of you- we’re s’proud of you.”

His words sounded so far away, drowned out by your tears and the drunken high both men were so determined to keep you on. You felt like you were being split open by Jean, your insides torn between wanting him to stay completely still and wanting him to pound you into oblivion. It felt so right, so natural- being sandwiched between them. You chased Jean’s lips as he finally broke the kiss, earning what sounded like a chuckle from him and an annoyed breath from Levi.

“Wanna hear, ngh- wanna hear you say you want more.” He looked at you pleadingly, “need to hear what you want, angel.”

“You, Jeanie- I,” you sniffled before grinding on his length.

Levi clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, noting the way Jean’s eyes fluttered close before he stilled your hips. “Words, sugar, use ‘em.” His blunt nails dug into your hip, holding you still as you attempted to bounce. It was pure torture for all three of you, but it only made the high to come that much more exciting.

“Jean,” you huffed childishly, teary eyes begging for him to save you, to take care of you.

“C’mon, we haven’t entirely fucked that big brain out yet, have we?” He couldn’t help the cocky grin spreading across his lips, even as it was becoming harder and harder not to burst right now. “Tell me what you want,” he lifted his hips, pretending to just be adjusting himself.

“Fuck me, horse face,” you blurted out in an annoyed voice, squeezing around his length.

“I can work with that,” Jean gloated as Levi teasingly whispered ‘wasn’t that hard, was it?’. Jean blindly found your free hand with one hand while the other trailed down your body before finding its place on your hip.

You almost didn’t notice the way Jean slipped his large hand into your own as he lifted you on his length teasingly slow. You watch his eyes darken with hunger as a needy whimper escapes your lips. As he slams you back down, filling you up in one swift movement, the sound that you make is almost unrecognizable. Not that it really mattered anyway. Your mind was too foggy to focus on anything other than the burning sensation spreading throughout your body with every long, slow stroke.

“Always such a pretty angel,” Jean moaned as he watched you throw your head back against Levi’s shoulder. “Jus’-,” he shifted beneath you, spreading his legs wider so he could meet your bounces. He let himself fall forward, desperate to get as much of you as you’ll let him as he drags his bottom lip across your breast. “God jus’ wanna make you feel good,” he chokes back a whimper.

His voice is so needy, so low and gravelly that if you were already soaking and dripping cum, it would’ve made you wet. You haphazardly laced your fingers with his, squeezing his hand as he continued to assault the spot inside of you that made your toes curl and vision go blurry. “Such good job, Jeanie,” you whined in a broken whisper.

Levi buried his face further into your neck, sinking his teeth into the soft skin to distract himself from the stinging pain in his scalp as you mindlessly tugged his hair. His hand quickened its pace, matching the sloppy sound of slapping skin. Tears welled up in his eyes, so close to cumming and so desperately in need of watching Jean fuck you.

The faint praise and sounds of Levi’s groans went straight to Jean’s cock. He couldn’t think straight anymore, so focused on how you clung to him like you never wanted him to pull out. He was drowning in bliss, letting you hold him under and invade his every being as Levi watched and encouraged you to keep going further. “Pretty baby. S’my pretty angel,” he murmured against your skin, his throaty breaths fanning across your chest. “Wanna make you feel good forever.” Your quiet ‘please do’ was his breaking point, earning tears that he didn’t even realize had begun to fall. “Love you. I love you s’much. ‘M yours, fuck, jus’ yours.” He couldn’t stop the words tumbling out of his mouth. All of the feelings he tried to keep pent up were spilling from him like a broken dam. “Don’ care if I gotta share you… jus’ want you.”

“Love you too,” you moaned as you leaned forward to kiss his forehead. “S’close- gonna, ah.” Your body tensed, back arching against Levi’s chest, further pressing you closer to Jean. “Yours and Le’s. My-,” your heart squeezed tighter with every tear that fell from his chin to your chest until you felt like every ounce of your being was going to explode. “I can’t. S’too much.”

“Shh, it’s alright, just let go,” Levi grunted as his hips stuttered against his hand. “We’ve got you.” He pressed soothing kisses along the bites marks on your shoulder as you gushed around Jean’s cock. Your body trembled beneath his touch, their touch, “S’beautiful,” Levi breathed before coming undone. He forced his eyes to stay open, to watch the gorgeous scene in front of him as his cum paints your ass. ‘This’ll always be my favorite mess,’ he thinks to himself.

Jean wanted to ingrain this moment in his brain forever, Levi and all. The words he prayed to hear you say for so long had dripped from your lips like honey, and he was ready to eat it all up, savoring each sweet bite. “S-say it again,” he whined as he dragged his eyes up from the mess you created in his lap up to your face.

You squeezed Jean’s hand and looked down at him. He was always so pretty, but right now, with his hair matted to his forehead, tears streaming from his eyes, and the soft tint of pink that graced his cheeks- he was breathtaking. You’d do anything for him, anything to make this the only reason why he’d cry for you. “Love you, Jeanie,” you slur through your moans as he continued to chase his high, his cock twitching inside of you.

His strokes became sloppy and shallow as Levi held onto your hips, helping you bounce. Jean squeezed your hand, hoping you’d help keep him grounded as he came inside you with a loud, unapologetic moan. He nearly short circuits when you tighten around him, milking him dry, taking load after load like his good little angel. You were a sight to behold, held up by Levi’s strong hands as he guided you to a stop. And for a second, Jean could’ve sworn you really were an angel, a soft glow surrounding your fucked out form.

He held you there for what felt like forever as the bed shifted behind you. Maybe there really was no reason why it wasn’t him you shared this cabin with other than fear. Perhaps this would’ve been his life had he mustered the courage to tell you how he felt earlier. But that didn’t matter, now. As much as it hurt, his cowardice wasn’t the end; that’s why he’s here now, balls deep inside of you in your shared bed with Levi. He watched with adoration as you wiped away his tears.

“You still up, amore?” Levi’s soft voice broke Jean’s train of thought as the bed dipped under his weight once again. You hummed sleepily, fighting to keep your eyes open. “You made quite the fucking mess,” he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your temple. He wiped your back and ass with the warm washcloth, focused on helping you get clean without causing you any discomfort.

“But you were such a good girl,” Jean piped up with a raspy voice as he reluctantly lifted you off of his length before laying you down beside him.

“Always is,” Levie hummed in agreement. “Even if she’s a little crybaby.” A small playful smile toyed with his lips while he watched your reaction as he wiped your thighs.

“Am not,” you huffed, “Jeanie is.”

A bright blush spread across Jean’s cheeks as Levi’s silky chuckle filled the room. “You both are.”

“You are too, cap,” Jean tried to play off his embarrassment with faux cockiness. “Don’t think those tears went unnoticed.”

“He does it all the time,” you yawned with a soft smile, “he always thinks I don’t notice. But s’cute.”

“Better keep that pretty mouth quiet if you want me to lay next to you,” he warned with a challenging smirk that made you pout but keep quiet nonetheless. He kissed your temple once more before leaving towards the bathroom again.

You nuzzled into your pillow, eyes heavy with sleepiness that was getting harder and harder to fight off. That was until it was replaced by a surge of embarrassing panic as Jean let go of your hand and shifted towards the edge of the bed. “Stay,” you quietly pleaded as you grabbed his hand, “please.”

Jean stared at you for a moment, glancing up at Levi as he entered the room. His cold, black eyes were softer than usual, and for a moment, it was as if he was asking Jean the same thing as you were. “I was just… making room in the bed,” he replied with a hesitancy you chose to ignore. “Don’t worry,” he whispered under his breath as he laid beside you, “I’ll always stay for you.” With watched with a secret giddiness as your body seemed to naturally find his just like it had all those years ago whenever you’d ‘save’ him from the storms.

You rested your head against his shoulder as you played with his hand, tangling your legs with his. “Thank you both,” you said through your tiredness, pulling Levi closer with your free hand until you were once again sandwiched between them. A quiet ‘love ya’ll’ was the last thing you could muster before sleep crashed over you. Almost in sync, both Jean and Levi said their ‘love you too’s before an awkward silence engulfed the room.

Insecurities and thoughts of you raced through their minds, doubling with every passing minute until they could practically hear each other's screaming thoughts. It was as if you were the only thing holding all those thoughts back in the first place. You and your sweet smile made any issue seem miles away, not even worth a second of their time. But with you asleep, your quiet snores being the only source of comfort for them, those issues found themselves getting closer and closer. There was no more running. All that was left was to face the music- the question was just who would face it first.

“I,” Levi spoke in a hushed tone, breaking the silence, “no matter her choice tomorrow- or whenever, I’m staying by her side until she asks me to leave it.” His eyes were glued to your peaceful face as his mind raced through thoughts ten thousand miles per minute. The test had come and gone, and all that was left was to receive the results. You’d either choose him or choose Jean. Or maybe in some perfect world, you’d pick both- but even that would only stave off the inevitable for so long.

Whatever the outcome may be, it was your decision to make, and neither man would rush your answer. It’d come eventually, but they’d give you as long as you wanted because their choice was already made. It was a choice they’d both make without hesitation despite what may come to them. One made without thought. You and your happiness would always be their first choice. The only choice that both men could agree on was always going to be made without regret.

“Agreed.”

Tagging @imatrisk cause bby!! Love the support you've given! This might've sat around in my drafts for another month without you tbh 🤍🤍

[sashi-ya]

Hello! I hope you are doing fine! Can I request the rough sex OS (the jealousy one) with Law? And with a shy s/o? I have a soft spot for a possessive Law.

Hi! 👋 I loved this request in specific, I love possessive Law too!. I wrote this little OS on a modern AU. She is a coffee shop barista, and Law of course is a surgeon. I hope you like it!! 💖 Thanks for reading! ~

NSFW ~ Trafalgar Law x F! Reader ~ Possessive & Rough Sex 🔥

TW: Explicit sex, violence, nosebleeding.

WC: 2064

A slow morning serving lattes and cold brews finds you bored, gazing several times at your phone screen, maybe your friends or your boyfriend Law sends something to pull you out from the boredom.

All the doctors, nurses and hospital workers are occupied with their duties, including Law. “He must be operating someone”, you think and simply grab a book, because these are the hours when no one enters your coffee shop.

The time flies by when you lose yourself in the written adventures of some books, so the workers begin to arrive at your shop hungry for lunch. You receive them happily, and despite you being a little shy, you always show a smile to your customers.

Mrs. Walker asks you for a special type of salad, but you don’t have it there on display. “I have more on the kitchen, wait a sec, I’ll bring you one from there!”, you tell her and head to the back of the store. When you come back, you see the only customer you wished never enters your store. He is an abuser, a stalker, a harasser. It is indeed Law's colleague. You haven’t told him, because you didn’t want to affect your boyfriend’s career as a surgeon, so you put up with that bastard's constant sexual advances.

You give Mrs. Walker the salad, and she walks away with a smile, because that son of a bitch looks and acts like an angel in front of the others, but when he is alone with you, he won’t stop telling how you should leave Law and instead try a good dick for once.

“Hello darling, have you already left Law?”, he greets you. You smile at him, you think you are not strong enough to confront him, so you just smile, close your hand into a fist and ask him what he is having. “Can I order you?”, he asks you shamelessly, approaching himself closer to you, laying his body against the counter.

You are disgusted, you just wish you had a gun to blow his head off. You smile again, and let a false giggle slip out of your mouth, but your eyes begin to get teary. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I saw you with a bikini on your Instagram post yesterday and I couldn’t resist!!. A vanilla latte would be awesome!”. He says, grinning at you. You nod, and head to the coffee machine and prepare his order.

You hand the plastic cup with the Latte served to the harasser, hoping, praying he would pay and leave as soon as possible. But this time, he goes too far. He has the audacity of snatching your hand when you give the cup to him. He pulls from you making your whole body hit hard against the inner part of the counter. Your face is really close to his, you start to panic, but you can’t make him let go of you. He keeps pulling, approaching his face even more to yours, “don’t act as if you didn't want to be kissed, come on, you little slut”, he says to you.

“She said no, bastard”, you hear Law’s voice and next the disgusting stalker receives a direct punch from Law’s tattooed hands. Yet, he doesn’t give up and stands up, hitting your boyfriend's handsome face. Drops of blood begin to stream down from his nose, and land over his white coat. Law uses his forearm to wipe the blood away and smiles at him. That son of a bitch was hurting, trying to steal what’s his. YOU. And he wouldn’t allow that to happen.

This time Law punches the guy on the stomach, and when he bends due to the pain he was experiencing, your boyfriend uses his knee to finish him. When the stalker finally lies on the ground, spitting some blood because of a pair of broken teeth, Law looks down at him and says “I told you to stay away from her. Get the fuck out of here”.

His colleague stands up and runs out of the store, threatening Law with suing him. “Heh...He’s not going to do any of that”, he says smirking, victorious and still nose bleeding.

You are crying, unable to move, astonished. He looks at you, and says, “Are you ok?”. “Y- yes. It's nothing…” you tell him, still not moving a single muscle. But Law, who had a different expression than he usually has, a more primal one, walks behind the counter and grabs you by your wrist.

“Why weren’t you saying anything to him? Why were you smiling at him? Stop crying”, he says to you, shaking your arm. “How many times I have to tell you you should be fiercer; I won’t be here every single time a bastard wants to fuck you!!”. You know exactly he wasn’t being unfair with you, but this was the way he had to tell you he was deeply worried by you… yet he continues. “I’m starting to believe you wanted him to do that to you, huh? you weren’t telling him nothing”.

“Law! that…. that’s not true”, you tell him. You have stopped crying, and you begin to get angry. “I must show you who you belong to, then”, he says to you with that grumpy voice and pulls you to the back of the store.

“L-Law… stop!! you are bleeding, let me…”, you try to say as he pulls from you, but he interrupts you. “Shut the fuck up!”. He was pissed, but… horny? You try to reach to his nose, maybe to clean him up, because he won’t stop bleeding, but he backs his head up, snorting his own blood. An evil grin draws on his face, and he licks the blood that slowly covers his upper lip.

“Oh…”, you voice, damn how sexy he looks. At first you feel guilty to feel so attracted to him bleeding, hurt, with his disheveled black hair and his white coat stained red. His intense grey eyes are fixed on yours, and shamefully, subtly, almost unnoticeable bit your lower lip…

“You are mine; don’t you know that?”, he tells you and begins to walk towards you. You remain still until his right hand starts squeezing your neck. “L-Law…” you gasp. “What?”, he tells you, pissed, approaching his face to the left side of your face. Your legs tremble, it’s not exactly because you are afraid…

He squeezes harder and harder the sides of your neck, you try to gasp for air and when you begin to feel lightheaded, he orders you to walk to the kitchen counter of the cafeteria. “Babe… the- the store is open. A client could enter…”, you tell him. “I hope so, so they learn who you belong to”, he says. “But…”, you try to complain.

“Shut up”, he tells you, and tangles your hair around his veiny hand, pushing you, in order to bend your body over the cold metal of the counter. He bends over you; you can already feel his hard rock sex against you. Law bites the shell of your ear, and then, without letting your hair go, turns your head to the side so he can invade your mouth with his wet tongue.

A ferrous taste from the blood lingers on your mouth as you make out. He moves his hips with a pounding motion. Your breasts are pressed against the metal table, and the thin fabric of your blouse allows the cold to hit and erect your nipples. “I’m in the mood to fuck you right now, no foreplay”, he says, and slide down your pants and panties with just one hand. You are left completely exposed to him, your ass up, you are ready to be penetrated.

He lowers his zipper down and frees his hard member. Law plays with it over your ass, pinning you to the counter, threatening to fuck you rough there. You beg him “please, no no”. “Haha, I know I know babe, I’m not gonna hurt you”, he says laughing with his lips pressed against your ear.

You are more aroused than you should be, but also really worried some customers might enter, so for a second your mind focuses on hearing if someone is there. But suddenly you are brought back to the kitchen, when Law roughly, violently, and with a grunt, penetrates you. Fast thrusts, fast and deep thrusts, stretch your walls, and the tip of his dick hits exactly that perfect point.

“So wet and tight… babe…”, he gasps as he feels your sex pulse around his dick. You can help but whine and moan his name, as he hits over and over that spot inside you.

You suddenly hear the bell of the door announcing a new customer entering the store. Panicking, you whisper Law “Babe… someone… e-entered…”. Your voice cracking with every thrust. “So what? you want to show them?”, he tells you laughing and fucking you even harder.

“Is anyone here?”, a man asks from the store. “Fuck fuck fuck”, you think trying to cover your mouth not to be heard by the customer. But Law has other intentions… “I got an idea…”, he says and pulls from your hair, still without detaching from you, to make you stand up. “Go tell him, you’ll be right there”, he tells you, with a devil grin. “What?”, you ask him, how are you supposed to tell him, being half naked, and with Law’s dick still inside you. “B-but Law… stop it” you tell him, mortified. “What? Are you ashamed of being fucked at work? Go tell him, don’t show your body…”, he commands and pushes you softly to the door.

Your heart races, your cheeks are red with that sex glow, your hair is a mess, you are sweating. Picking through the kitchen entrance, you greet the customer, “Hey, S-Sir… I’ll be right t-…” Law thrusts you, deep. “Theeeere… in a se-cond”. You barely managed to tell the guy those words, your heart -and your core- is about to explode. You have spoken to a customer while being fucked behind the thin wall that separates the kitchen from the counter…

“Good girl”, says Law enjoying your suffering and turns you around. He lifts you up and sits you over the table where you normally knead bread for the cafeteria. He takes off his white coat covered in blood stains from his nose hemorrhage and takes off his pants. He crawls over you on the table and begin to fuck you so rough, and while he does it with one of his hand, he pinches one of your nipples and twist the hell out of it.

He bites your neck; you carve your nails over his back. You are getting there, and he is too. Flour flying everywhere, your breasts look like cakes ready to be baked. Law has baking powder all over his nose. Pounding you, calling you “MY little slut”. You try to hold your moans, but Law slaps your cheek, and you are now whining, and crying his name. You have forgotten any shame, the customer, the food, the cafeteria.

You are about to come when you hear your name being shouted in horror. “Y/N?!”, your manager is right there standing, witnessing your spectacle… “What the fuck? a customer is waiting for you there… and you are... FUCKING OVER THE FOOD?”.

Law looks at you and hopes off. “Tch, I hate bread, fucking flour”, he says while brushes the rest of the white material off his shirt. You are sitting there, with your whole ass over the table, covered in flour, a white mess, half naked. You are a shy person… yeah… until today. “I’m sorry, boss. I’m leaving my apron and imma head out”, you tell him. “Right”, says your manager, still without becoming aware of what has just happened and walks away excusing himself with the customer.

Law and you quickly get dressed, both look at each other and begin to laugh uncontrollably. Once you are ready to leave, you bite the inside of your cheeks just to avoid laughing in front of your now -ex boss-. And while you are heading out, Law stands next to the manager, puts a hand over his shoulder and tells him, “Just for the record, she IS mine”.

You both leave, and continue what you have started at home… 💖🔥

[marvelous-harry]

can you write something about a threesome between reader, harry and florence ?? while they’re filming dwd

Downtime Fun (1) Harry/Florence/Reader Words: 1.7k Summary: While waiting for Harry to finish up filming for the day Florence and reader distracts themselves. “Darling, come here for a bit,” Florence called from the other end of the trailer.

“Just a sec, I just need to finish something,” I yelled back, not looking up from my laptop as I read over the latest sentences I’d written on my story, I knew I was close to finishing the first draft and it was driving me insane. I just needed a little more time.

“You’ve been staring at the screen for hours, take a break,” Florence replied, her voice louder this time.

Sighing, I glanced over towards the end of the trailer and slumped in my seat. It wasn’t giving up... It was taking a breather. Slamming the laptop lid shut, I stretched as I stood. Walking over, I smiled as I saw Florence sprawled on the bed and hurried up my steps to join her.

Cuddling up to her, I closed my eyes as I breathed her in. She was done filming for the day and we were just waiting for Harry to finish so we could go back to our hotel room. “You’re comfy,” I told her as I moved closer and enjoyed the feeling of her arms tightening around me.

“And you’re tense,” Florence said as she rubbed my back.

“I can’t help it,” I pouted. “Stupid book isn’t doing what I want it to do,”

Florence laughed quietly while brushing back some loose strands of my hair. “So rude,”

I hummed in agreement.

Florence’s hand was still stroking my back gently and it was melting all the tension in my body but when she rolled me over on my back I protested and opened my eyes to look at her.

“Flossie,” I whined and tried to cuddle her again.

“Shhh,” She whispered while leaning up on her elbows. She leaned over me slightly and I let out a deep breath as I stared into her eyes. Licking my lips, I waited and waited for what seemed like forever before she finally leaned down and pressed her lips against mine.

Putting my hands around her neck, I kissed her back eagerly. Florence’s hand crept under the hem of my t-shirt and started pushing up. I arched my back to make it easier for her. Shivering slightly as she teased her fingers over the underside of my boob, I let my hands fall down on the bed. My cheeks were warming up quickly thanks to her touch.

“Get undressed for me, lovely,” Florence said while brushing her thumb over my nipple before pulling back.

Moaning, I quickly pushed down my sweatpants and underwear before I pushed my t-shirt off all the way. Laying back down I looked up at her expectantly.

“Good girl,” Florence smiled. Smiling back, I watched with great interest as she stripped off her shirt and underwear too. Grabbing her hand I pulled her down so I could kiss her. “Mmm,” I moaned as she kissed me back. Letting my legs spread apart, I ran my hands down her back.

Florence bit down gently on my bottom lip and pulled on it slightly as she stroked her hand down my stomach, stopping just short of where I wanted her to touch me.

“Please,” I murmured, pressing little kisses against her lips while pushing my hips up.

“Don’t be greedy,” she tutted and moved her hand back up my chest, grabbing one of my boobs, and gave it a little squeeze.

Whimpering, I pouted and looked up at her with my best puppy eyes. “Please, Flossie,” I asked nicely. I was embarrassingly wet already and we’d barely done anything yet. “Please,”

“You want me to touch your wet pussy, darling?” Florence asked in a teasing tone while slowly stroking her fingers down my side, going to the inside of my thigh.

“Y-yeah,” I stuttered out with a slight nod.

She kept staring into my eyes as she stroked down my thigh, stroked at the curve to my bum before putting her thumb over my clit and giving it a slow stroke.

“Fuck!” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as my hips shot up, desperate for more.

Florence captured my lips as she kept stroking at my clit with her thumb and eased a finger into pussy. Moaning loudly against her mouth, I held on to her hip with one hand whilst grasping the bedsheet with the other.

“God, you’re so wet,” Flossie commented as she added a second finger straight away. She moved her fingers in and out quickly as she started kissing down my neck. Her thumb swiping back and forth over my clit.

Letting out a stream of broken moans, I pressed the side of my face down into the mattress as I could feel my orgasm building up already. “Flo..” I breathed out as she kept kissing lower and lower. I held my breath until I could feel her breath on me, just a small second before her tongue licked my clit and her lips sucked at it.

“Oh God!”

Florence was still trusting her fingers in and out of me quickly while she licked and sucked at my clit. She had to move her free hand to hold me down as I kept bucking up against her mouth.

“I can’t, please, I’m gonna..” I moaned clutching the bedsheets tightly with both hands as I lifted my head slightly to look down. Fuck. Letting my head drop down on the pillow again, I bit down on my lip hard as I clenched around her fingers and shook as I reached my climax.

She continued to lick at my clit and slowly move her fingers in and out till I was whimpering quietly.

Unclenching my hands from the grip I had on the bedsheets, I breathed quickly as Florence moved away from clit and pulled her fingers out of me. I blushed even more as she dried her soaked fingers on the sheets. She just smirked as she met my gaze.

As she laid down beside me, I took a few seconds to recover before I moved up on my arms and legs. I gave her a long soft kiss before pulling slightly back. “Thank you, Flossie,” I mumbled before I started kissing down her neck.

Grasping one of her boobs, I fondled it while wrapping my lips around her nipple. Sucking eagerly, I flicked my tongue over it and enjoyed the little moans Florence made. She had the most amazing boobs, large but not too large, so soft and so so beautiful.

“Keep going down, lovely,” Flossie said as she pushed my hair to the side and nudge me down.

Tearing myself away from her boob, I left a trail of little kisses until I was between her legs. I looked up at her and met her gaze before taking a long, slow lick from the bottom of her lips up to her clit. Feeling satisfied when her eyes closed while she moaned, I closed my own eyes and focused on the task at hand.

Florence always tasted so sweet and delicious. Licking at her pussy, I used my hands to push her legs further apart so I could get even better access. With my face pressed right up against her, I licked and sucked vigorously - lapping up every drop of her I could.

Her fingers dug into my hair and grabbed on, pushing me harder against her pussy. “S’nice, darling. Such a good girl,” Florence moaned and angled me slightly higher so my mouth was on her clit.

Moaning against her warm, wet skin, I doubled my efforts. Flicking my tongue fast over her clit as I listened to how her breath sped up, her little gasps and moans. I froze and looked wide-eyed up at her as I heard the door to the trailer open and close.

“Keep going, it’s just Harry,” Florence said while she used her grip on my hair to nudge me back into action. I whimpered, trying to pull back - wanting to greet him.

“Be good,” Harry put his hand on my back, causing me to shiver as his hands were cold.

“Having fun?” Harry asked Florence. The bed dipped a bit as he got up on it, getting close so he could kiss her.

Whimpering, I licked and sucked at her clit at a much slower pace than before, not wanting to miss anything and waiting for my opportunity to get up and join.

“Mmmm, very much so. She’s been good until now, think she might be having some trouble focusing,” Florence chuckled.

“Still good!” I protested while blushing at the way she and Harry were talking about me as if I weren’t even in the room. I heard them both chuckling before whispering something to each other. Going back to licking at her pussy, I tried to ignore the sound of them making out, the breathy moans, how Florence would occasionally tighten the hold on my hair and hiss from whatever Harry was doing.

“Cum on her face, she wants to taste you so bad, Flo,” Harry said loud enough for me to hear. I opened my eyes and saw he was playing with her nipples while kissing her neck. He smirked as he looked down at me.

Moaning, I sped up my licks and focused back on her clit.

Florence did a big gasp and a strangled moan as she grabbed onto my hair even tighter, wrapping her legs around me as she pressed my face into her pussy, grinding against my tongue as she finally cummed.

Her legs fell down on the bed and her grip loosened as her chest rose up and down quickly. “Come here, darling,” she panted as she patted her chest.

Eagerly crawling up, I licked my lips. “Harry!” I grinned as I looked at him.

“Hi, baby. Look at you, your face is all shiny and messy from being such a good girl,” he put his hand on my face and kissed me slowly while Florence stroked my hair.

“I can be a good girl for you too,” I whispered as he pulled back from the kiss, and I started reaching for his belt.

“Thank you, baby, I’d love to have your sweet lips wrapped around my cock but I’d much rather go to the hotel and fuck you and tease you till you cry, what do you think?”

I swallowed as I glanced between him and Florence before nodding quickly. “We should go,” gathering my clothes, I got dressed in a hurry before looking at them both. “Come on!”

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