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kiss my lungsâŠ
â [ nsfw ] :: unprotected sex, a little rough? maybe.
â wc :: 1.1k
she leans against the doorframe, watching him as he leans over the balcony. itâs way too hot and their ac only does so much against the humidity.
heâs shirtless, like he always is at home and his back looks so good. his eyes are closed as if heâs pretending heâs anywhere else but here, where itâs so hot his pants feel like itâs a second skin.
âsmoking killsâ she grins and he huffs, looking back over his shoulder at her. sheâs pretty everyday but especially like this where she looks flushed and irritated because of the weather.
her top is loose, an old raggedy volleyball jersey from his high school days at nekomata. she refuses to get rid of anything from that time and heâs more than okay with it. itâs happy memories, his carefree days where all he had to worry about was exams and volleyball and kenma.
he still cares about volleyball, his career is perfect the way it is but itâs not as carefree as heâd like it to be and heâs not getting any younger.
kuroo doesnât know when he started smoking, itâs a shitty habit and he works out 4 days a week to keep his body in check so he knows smoking is so pointless and it makes him a hypocrite because heâs always lecturing kenma about good eating habits and staying healthy.
he kills it and turns towards her. itâs too hot but he pulls her against his body anyway and she complains, pushing him away but itâs half hearted.
âitâs too hot for thisâ she huffs, âyouâre clammyâ
âand youâre sexyâ he teases, his voice low and he wants to kiss her but he wonders if she might punch him in the jaw. heâd deserve it, for smelling like cigarettes.
âhow cheesyâ she scoffs but sheâs smiling and itâs his favourite type of smile. the one that makes her eyes disappear and itâs the smile she reserves only for him.
âis it too hot to hold you?â he pouts and she rolls her eyes. she knows him too well and knows exactly what he means especially when his hand his sliding underneath the old volleyball jersey and his planting kisses down her jaw towards her neck.
she feels sticky and uncomfortable from the heat but itâs weird how his kisses bring a whole different kind of heat, one that makes her knees weak.
âjust a little?â he whispers, biting her earlobe and she hides her smile, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck.
âare you always this desperate?â she asks
âfor you? everyday babyâ he laughs, pulling back to look into her eyes. he could write poems about them but heâs trying not to be too corny, sheâll make fun of him for it and cry like the adorable little shit she is. he loves her.. he wants to marry her.
âpervertâ she scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief but she wraps her arms around his neck when he does lean in and sheâs the one that kisses him, giving him a pass for the cigarettes and he knows heâs not touching another box ever again after this.
they donât need to go too far, their couch is close and he doesnât think he can make it down the hallway to their bedroom. he doesnât want to.
âšhe bends her over the couch, lifting the old jersey up but keeping it on. he wonât deny that heâs a pervert.
âšsue him.
he slaps her ass playfully but when she moans, he smirks and does it a few more times, much harder.
âtetsu!â she gasps, grabbing a cushion and itâs cute that she thinks thatâll save her. his grin is menacing as he slips his hand between her thighs, sliding his long finger through her messy folds. she gets wet easily and he loves it.
kuroo loves how her body responds to his touches. he loves how she trusts him completely to make her feel good. her toes curl when he whispers in her ear, his finger slipping inside her.
âjust like that babyâ he kisses the spot below her ear, âwhat a good girlâ
âšshe tries to hide her moan by biting her lip. itâs too early to be loud like this but his so skilled with his fingers and his other hand kneads her ass cheek. she thinks she might pass out anytime now and it wonât be from overheating.
he teases his cock against her entrance. itâs so slippery and he moans, loud and unashamed. he paid for an expensive penthouse so they could be as loud as they want.
âfuckâ he groans, pushing just the tip in before pulling back out. heâs teasing both of them but he canât help it. it feels better every time they do this.
he likes to think heâs a hopeless romantic on most days but he also does enjoy fucking her over the couch like heâs about to do like theyâre just horny college students all over again.
she grips the cushion hard as he slams forward, his own toes curl. itâs soft and velvety inside her and if he could, heâd stay like this forever.
âmoreâ she moans, âpleaseâ
âšand how can he deny that? when the love of his life is begging him to fuck het while sheâs wearing his old volleyball jersey? that would be cruel.
he grips her waist hard enough to hurt, to remind her where he was days from now. heâs going to repeat this same process tonight and again tomorrow so she always feels him.
his big too and he smirks at how eager she is despite the tight fit. she likes that it hurts, enjoys feeling him when she sits or bathes or when sheâs walking.
he thrusts hard but not fast, itâs his favourite way to have sex. it drives her crazy, makes her beg so prettily but he never gives it, not yet at least.
âoh baby but youâre being so goodâ kuroo teases, sounding breathless, âyou take it so well, donât you?â
âyes!â she nods eagerly, her pretty lips swollen from their kisses but also the way she bites it when she thinks sheâs hiding her moans.
he grips the back of her neck and uses the other hand on her hip to keep her in place and he picks up the pace. heâs deep and he knows it by the way she whimpers and she always complains the next day that it hurts but she cries out for more that he canât bring himself to feel that bad.
âgood girlâ he praises, âthere you goâ
she nods, agreeing with him in her delirious state. her eyes are blown wide and her mouth hangs out now. she paints a filthy picture and he wishes he could take a picture but he doesnât want to stop now just to grab his phone.
âšheâll remember for another time.
âmy girlâ he bites his lip, his head tossed back, âall mineâ
âšand kuroo loses himself in her, completely forgetting about the heatwave and his box of cigarettes laying on the table outside.
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a chance encounter - a cho hyun-ju x reader fic (part 8)
summary: a story about how you and hyun-ju met and the following years of your relationship. masterlist cw: no use of y/n, reader is afab, fluff, hurt/comfort, slow burn, pre-squid game, slice of life, domesticity, very wonky timeline. a/n: thanks for the answers to my questions last chapter! i have decided what to do, but i'll keep it a secret for now lol this chapter is just a bunch of snippets i've written and couldn't fit anywhere else in the story, so it became... this! in my head, you two first met in jan 22, and the games happened in oct/nov 24, so imagine these things happened during this time period. and again, thank you for all the positive response, it makes my heart warm to see you enjoy my silly story! as usual, enjoy xx comments are always welcome (iâll definitely take longer to post now since my vacation is officially over, one minute of silence please) (song inspo: the land & the sea - hannah & maggie) taglist: @strayteez3staner @dekiruxxx @jeongteen @sunnysurvives @3leni @etta-huracan @honeyhyunju @basoressia @antisocial-aina @googie-jeon @christinamadsen @deernat @vvlwvvy
part 8. love, unrushed and unfolding
there was no grand moment when you and hyun-ju officially became girlfriends. no nervous confession, no neatly rehearsed lines. it just happened, like slipping into warm water, natural and inevitable. one day, while running errands together, you were at the grocery store, arms full of snacks, when ha-neul called.
"hey, where are you?"
"mart," you said, wedging your phone between your ear and shoulder as you grabbed a bag of tangerines. "hyun-juâs making dinner, and i got stuck with shopping duty."
you didnât think anything of it at first, but ha-neul caught on immediately.
"hyun-juâs making dinner? cute. look at my girl playing house with her girlfriend."
the word landed like a pebble in waterâsmall, but rippling outward. you froze for half a second, then stole a glance at hyun-ju, who was a few feet away, inspecting a carton of eggs with a level of seriousness that made you fond.
"yeah, well," you said, voice casual. "sheâs the better cook. i just follow orders."
"uh-huh," ha-neul drawled. "and does your girlfriend know youâre completely whipped?"
you rolled your eyes and hung up, but the word stayed lodged in your brain. that night, when hyun-ju was stirring a pot by the stove, you leaned against the counter and said it out loud.
"so, i called you my girlfriend today."
she didnât stop stirring, didnât react immediately. then, without looking at you, she said, "yeah?"
"yeah."
finally, she glanced up, lips twitching like she was holding back a smile. "and?"
"and⊠i think i like it."
she hummed, nodding as if considering it. then she set the spoon down, stepped closer, and hooked a finger into one of your belt loops, tugging you toward her.
"good," she murmured against your lips. "because iâve been calling you mine in my head for a while now."
and just like that, it was settled. no ceremony, no discussion. just two people who had already chosen each other in every way that mattered.
it became clear that you were hers, and she was yours, in the little things. how she always reached for your hand in the car, even if it was just resting on the gear shift. how you always saved the last bite of your food for her, even when you didnât want to. how she let you steal her hoodies, even the ones she pretended were off-limits. and then there were the moments that felt bigger, like the time she gave you the locket.
it was your birthday, and hyun-ju refused to let you lift a single finger the entire day. she cooked breakfast, surprised you with an impromptu and fast trip, and insisted on carrying everythingâeven the small coffee you got on the way to the beach.
"aein, give it," she said, holding out a hand as you walked down the shore.
"itâs a cup of coffee, hyun-ju, not a ten-kilo weight."
"doesnât matter. birthday rule."
you rolled your eyes but handed it over because she looked so damn pleased with herself. the beach was quiet, waves rolling in and out in a lazy rhythm, the sky painted in hues of gold and soft lavender. hyun-ju shifted beside you, pulling something from the pocket of her windbreaker. she hesitated for a secondâjust a secondâthen turned to you and said, "here."
she pressed a small black box into your palm, fingers warm against yours. you blinked at it, surprised. "whatâs this?"
"your present," she said simply, but her voice was softer than usual, careful in a way that made your chest tighten. you opened the box, and the moment you saw what was inside, the world tilted just slightly.
a gold heart-shaped locket rested against the dark velvet lining, gleaming under the fading sunlight. it was simple, delicate. you carefully pried it open, and there, tucked inside, were two tiny photosâone of hyun-ju, the other of you. your fingers tightened around the locket, a rush of warmth filling your chest. you swallowed, trying to steady yourself.
"you⊠put our pictures in here?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.
hyun-ju exhaled a small, nervous laugh. "yeah."
"hyun-juâ"
"donât make it a big deal," she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. "i just⊠i wanted you to have something of me. with you. always. "
âand iâd have mine too," she says, pulling out a matching locket from beneath her collar.
thatâs when you notice sheâs been wearing hers this whole time.
you stared at her, at the way her eyes stayed fixed on the locket in your hands, like she was afraid of what sheâd see in your face. like she was already bracing for you to tease her about it. you didnât. instead, you shifted closer, cupping her cheek and tilting her face toward you.
"it is a big deal," you said softly. "and i love it."
her eyes flickered, lips parting slightly. you pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, slow and lingering, like an unspoken thank you. when you pulled away, she exhaled, resting her forehead against yours for a moment before reaching out to take the locket from your hands.
"let me," she murmured. you turned around, sweeping your hair aside as she clasped it around your neck. the chain was cool against your skin, but the locket itself felt warmâlike it belonged there. you touched it lightly, turning back to face her. she watched you, eyes steady, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"looks good on you," she said.
you grinned. "yeah?"
"yeah."
you leaned in, brushing your nose against hers. "iâll keep it forever, you know."
hyun-juâs fingers ghosted over your collarbone, resting just above the locket. "i know."
and in that moment, you knewâwithout questionâthat she meant it. the weight of it against your chest became a quiet, constant reminder, not just of her, but of everything you were building together. it was easy to get lost in the warmth of it, in the quiet security of knowing that, no matter what, you had each other. the city stretched beyond the shore, distant and unconcerned, but right here, with her, the world felt small, safe, and just enough.
you were staying in a hotel for the night, to rest before the drive back in the morning. the night was still, the kind of deep quiet that only comes when the world outside has long settled, leaving just the two of you in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. the soft hum of the ocean filtered through the window, distant enough to feel unreal. you were both tangled together, half-awake, neither of you willing to fully succumb to sleep yet.
hyun-juâs fingers traced slow, absentminded circles on your back. you had your head on her chest, her heartbeat steady beneath your ear, grounding you in a way nothing else ever had. she smelled like warmth, like safety. like home.
your eyes fluttered closed as you exhaled, completely at ease. her other hand rested in your hair, playing with the strands, twirling them between her fingers. you could tell she was tiredâher touches were lazy, unfocused, like she wasnât thinking about it, just feeling you. you liked when she was like this, when she let herself be soft with you.
"you're quiet," she murmured, her voice low, a little hoarse from exhaustion.
you hummed in response, nuzzling closer. "just thinking."
"about what?"
you didnât mean to say it. you didnât plan for it. but it slipped out, as natural as breathing.
"i love you, hyun-ju."
her fingers froze in your hair. you felt the sharp inhale she took, the way her chest rose a little too quickly beneath you. her heartbeat had quickened.
your own breath hitched. maybe it was too soon. maybe you had ruined somethingâ
but then her hands were on your face, tilting you up to look at her.
she looked stunned, lips slightly parted, brows lifted like she couldnât quite believe what she just heard. and then, slowly, her expression softened. her eyesâdeep brown and endlessâsearched yours like she was committing this moment to memory.
and then she smiled. that smile, the real one, the one that melted you every time.
"i love you too."
the words came out barely above a whisper, but you felt them everywhere. before you could respond, she was already pulling you in, arms locking around you, pressing her forehead to yours. her breath trembled as she exhaled, and you realized sheâd been holding it in.
you smiled against her, cupped her jaw as you kissed herâslow and deep, like trying to pour everything you felt into her, trying to tell her that this was real, that you meant it, that she didnât have to be afraid.
she didnât say much after that. she didnât need to. she just pulled you into her arms again, held you against her chest, her lips pressed to the crown of your head as her fingers traced gentle patterns on your back.
neither of you spoke for a long time. just the sound of your breaths, your heartbeats, intertwined and steady.
and then, as you were drifting off, she whispered it again. "i love you."
just to make sure you knew.
*
the first time hyun-ju told you about thailand, it was a slow evening, one of those where neither of you wanted to say goodbye yet, so you found yourselves in the fluorescent glow of a convenience store. the air was thick with the smell of warm broth from the instant ramen station, the low hum of a refrigerator filling the silence as the two of you waited for your onigiri to heat up in the microwave.
"thailand has some of the best surgeons in the world for gender-affirming surgery," she had said then, like it was an idle thought, a passing remark.
you glanced up from your juice selection, tilting your head. "yeah?"
she nodded, taking a slow sip of her strawberry milk. "a friend of mine from the support group, jaidee, sheâs thai. she told me all about itâher surgery. people from all over the world go there. the doctors are some of the best, and itâs still expensive, but not as much as here."
you closed the fridge door and leaned against it, watching her. there was something careful in the way she spoke, like she was testing the waters, unsure if she should let herself hope.
"i thought insurance covered some of it here?" you asked.
hyun-ju scoffed, shaking her head. "barely. and even then, you have to jump through a million hoops. you have to prove you're 'serious enough,' that it wonât be a 'regretful decision.' they make you wait, make you beg for something that should already be yours." she sighed, stirring the ice in her cup with her straw. "even if i could qualify for aid, i'd still have to pay most of it on my own. and i donât exactly have that kind of money lying around."
there was something in her voiceâsomething tired. you hated that she had to carry this weight, that something so personal, so necessary, had to be treated like a privilege she had to earn.
"is that where you want to go?" you asked softly.
she hesitated, then nodded. "yeah. when i can afford it."
something about the way she said it made your chest ache.
"i have money saved up," you offered. "i couldâ"
"no," she interrupted gently, shaking her head before you could finish. "i can't ask that of you."
"youâre not asking, iâm offering."
she smiled, small but warm. "i know. but this is something i need to do for myself."
you understood, even if part of you wished sheâd let you carry some of the burden.
so instead, you squeezed her hand and said, "well, when the time comes, iâm coming with you. you donât even have to ask."
that was when she laughed, something bright and unguarded. "of course you are. it was never a doubt"
and now, months later, that conversation echoed in your mind as you stood outside her apartment, an a3 folder tucked under your arm.
hyun-ju had been sick all day, a minor flu keeping her in bed, her texts throughout the afternoon slow and pitifulââi think iâm dying.â âi hate everything.â âthe only thing keeping me alive is the hope of your love.â
you laughed at your phone every time she sent something dramatic, teasing her relentlessly, but a part of you did feel bad that you couldnât be there earlier. so, you decided to bring her something to lift her spirits.
when she answered the door, wrapped in a thick hoodie, her hair still slightly damp from a shower, she blinked at the folder in your hands.
"whatâs that?" she asked, voice scratchy.
you leaned in to kiss her, only for her to lean back immediately. "i donât want to give you my virus, aein!"
you laughed, nudging her inside. "fine, fine. but come sit with me, weâre making something."
she followed you to the living room, watching as you spread out the contents of the folderâpaper, markers, scissors, glue, magazines, and printed images.
"a vision board?" she asked, tilting her head.
"yep." you arranged the materials with the same focus you used when planning ad campaigns at work. "we make them all the time at the agency. itâs basically a collage of images and words representing a projectâ-in our case, a goal. so today, weâre making a thailand vision board."
hyun-ju blinked at you, then at the scattered materials. "you're really serious about this."
"of course i am." you cut out a small photo of a bangkok skyline and placed it in the center of the board. "itâs your dream. and weâre going to make it happen."
you didnât notice at first, too focused on arranging the pictures, but when you finally glanced up, hyun-ju was staring at you, something unreadable in her expression.
"what?" you asked, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.
she shook her head with a soft chuckle. "nothing. youâre just⊠too cute when you get all excited."
you rolled your eyes but couldnât fight the warmth in your chest. "shut up and help me cut these."
for the next hour, the two of you worked side by side. you printed out images, flipped through old magazines, and carefully glued everything onto a large sheet of paper. there was a map of thailand, images of white sand beaches, street food stalls, and bustling city streets. you glued an old 1,000 won bill to the bottom cornerâ"for good luck," you said. hyun-ju found the phrase "new beginnings" in a magazine and placed it near the center, close to a selfie of you two. you added tiny heart stickers, while she carefully placed the trans and lesbian pride flags in the corners.
and right in the middle, in bold marker, you wrote thailand.
when it was done, you both sat back, admiring the finished board.
"itâs perfect," hyun-ju murmured.
you grinned. "weâre perfect."
she laughed, shaking her head, but you could tell she was touched.
her fingers traced over the edges of the board, her smile softening. "this means a lot."
you reached for her hand, squeezing gently. "weâre really going to do this, hyun-ju. one day, weâll be standing there for real, looking at the actual thing."
she exhaled, pressing her forehead to yours, eyes fluttering shut. "yeah," she whispered. "one day."
you hung the board on the living room wall, right beside her taekwondo belts, where it would be impossible to ignore. every time she saw it, sheâd be reminded: this dream wasnât just hers anymore.
it was yours, too.
*
but being with hyun-ju wasnât always effortless. in the beginning, she kept parts of herself tucked away, hesitant to voice her feelings or desires. she had a habit of retreating, of swallowing words before they could fully form. it wasnât that she didnât careâyou knew she didâbut sometimes, it felt like she was afraid to ask for too much. you remember the first real fight you ever had, just a month into your relationship, and how it all started because of thisâbecause you wanted openness, and she wasnât sure how to give it yet.
hyun-ju has always been touchy with you. in your apartment, in her apartment, curled up on the couch, wrapped around you in bedâher hands are a constant presence, tucking your hair behind your ear, tracing slow circles on your wrist, squeezing your knee when she laughs. she holds you like it's instinct, like letting go isnât an option.
but outside, itâs different.
she walks beside you but doesnât touch you. when you try to loop your arm through hers, she shifts, just slightly, so the moment passes unnoticed. when you reach for her hand, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, busies herself adjusting her sleeves. itâs subtle, almost imperceptible, but once you notice it, you canât unsee it.
at first, you tell yourself itâs just a habit. maybe sheâs distracted. maybe she doesnât even realize sheâs doing it. but then weeks pass, and you see the patternâthe careful space she leaves between you, the way she subtly angles her body away in public, the contrast of how freely she touches you when no one else is around.
and it starts to eat at you.
you donât want to care. you donât want this to feel like a rejection. but the inconsistency claws at your chest, whispering things you donât want to believe. sheâs ashamed of you. she doesnât want people to know.
you try not to think about it. until you canât anymore.
it happens on a quiet evening, walking back from a late dinner. the streets arenât crowded, the air is cool, and the city hums around you. itâs one of those moments that should be easyâjust the two of you, walking home, full and content.
you reach for her hand. and like always, she finds a way to avoid it; she scratches her arm, pretends to fix the sleeve of her jacket, tucks her fingers into her pocket.
thatâs it.
"are you ashamed of me?"
the words leave your mouth before you can stop them. they hang between you, sharp and heavy, cutting through the night air.
hyun-ju stops walking.
"what?" her voice is quiet, careful, like she misheard you and hopes you wonât repeat it.
"you heard me." you turn to face her fully, arms crossed, trying to keep your voice steady even though your chest feels tight. "are you ashamed of me?"
her brows furrow. "what are you talking about?"
you laugh, but itâs hollow. "i mean, itâs obvious, right? you wonât even hold my hand in public. you keep your distance likeâlike you donât want anyone to know weâre together."
hyun-ju flinches, just barely, but enough.
"thatâs not true," she says, but thereâs something fragile in her voice, something unsure.
"then what is it?" you press. "because iâve been nothing but honest with you. you know how hard it was for me to come to terms with this, to finally let go of all the shit i was taught about what my life was supposed to look like. and now i justâ i want to live, hyun-ju. i want to hold my girlfriendâs hand. i donât want to have to wonder if sheâs embarrassed by me."
her jaw tightens, her eyes dart away. sheâs silent for a moment, then she exhales sharply, like she's been holding something in.
"itâs not you," she says finally. "itâs never been you."
"then what?" you demand, frustration creeping into your voice. "because it sure as hell feels like itâs me."
hyun-ju exhaled shakily, her hands gripping the edge of the table. âbecause iâm afraid,â she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
the words knock the wind out of you.
âafraid of what?â
hyun-ju looks away, crossing her arms over her chest. "you donât know what itâs like," she says firmly. "to have people glare at you just for existing. to hear whispers, to feel their eyes on you like you donât belong. and sometimes, itâs worse than that." she pauses, as if debating whether to continue, then finally says, "iâve been grabbed before. shoved. just for being me .iâve seen what happens to girls like me when the wrong person decides to take it further. and i can handle thatâiâve always been able to handle it. but youâŠâ her voice cracked, and she looked away. âyouâre not like me. you shouldnât have to deal with that.â"
your heart clenches.
she lifts her gaze to yours, and her eyes are burning, raw with something you recognize as fear and fury tangled together. "and youâ youâreâŠ" she exhales sharply. "youâre strong, but youâre not trained for that. what if someone tries something? what if i canât stop them in time?"
she rubs her face, looking exhausted. "itâs not that i donât want to hold your hand. i justâ i donât know how to stop being afraid."
the anger drains from your body, leaving only aching frustration and something softer, something unbearably tender.
you take a step closer. "i get it," you say, voice gentler now. "i do. and i know itâs different for you. but i donât want to live my life in fear. iâve already spent too much time doing that. i donât care what people think anymore. i just want to be with you."
she looks at you, something unreadable in her eyes.
"you donât have to prove anything," you continue. "iâm not asking you to throw yourself into danger. but i- i want to hold your hand, hyun-ju. thatâs all. just⊠let me hold your hand."
she nods, just once. "iâll try."
and she does.
the next time you go out, she intertwines her fingers with yours. itâs hesitant at first, light, as if sheâs testing the weight of it. then she squeezes your hand properly, and warmth spreads through you. but then, two old women pass by, their expressions twisting in distaste. hyun-ju drops your hand immediately.
another time, a man mutters something disgusting under his breath as he walks by, and again, she pulls away. both times, you fight. not because she let go, but because she keeps trying and then stopping, keeps giving you hope and then snatching it away.
the third time, you refused to let go.
hyun-juâs hand was in yours as you walked through the busy streets, her palm damp with sweat. you could feel the tension in her grip, the way her fingers twitched as if she wanted to pull away. but you held on tighter. when she glanced at you, her expression a mix of fear and determination, you gave her a small, reassuring smile.
by the time you reached your car, her breath was labored, her shoulders rising and falling as if sheâd just run a marathon.
âi didnât let go,â she said, her voice shaky but triumphant.
âyou didnât,â you said, your chest swelling with pride.
hyun-ju exhaled, a small, tentative smile spreading across her face. âit was hard, but⊠it felt good. being with you like that.â
you reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. âyou donât have to do it all at once. just take it one step at a time. iâm not going anywhere.â
*
ha-neulâs apartment looked like something straight out of a lifestyle magazineâfloor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, sleek modern furniture, a dining table that seated twelve despite the fact that she lived alone. the kind of space designed for entertaining, and she loved to entertain. her dinner parties had become something of a tradition in your friend group, always featuring a private chef, good wine, and an excuse to indulge in both food and conversation. the guest list was carefully curatedânever too big, always people she trusted to create the perfect balance between fun and relaxed.
this time, you wanted hyun-ju to be there.
when you first brought it up, she hesitated, shifting uncomfortably on your couch. "i donât know⊠your friends might not be comfortable with me there."
"hyun-ju, theyâre my closest friends," you reassured her, squeezing her knee. "they know about us, and theyâre the most open-minded people i know. itâs not going to be weird."
she still seemed unsure, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. "itâs just⊠i donât want to make anyone uncomfortable."
you sighed, tilting your head at her. "aein, youâre not an outsider. youâre my girlfriend. i want them to know you."
that wordâgirlfriendâmade something soften in her expression. she looked at you for a long moment before exhaling, nodding once. "okay," she said. "iâll go."
you arrived at ha-neulâs place right on time, greeted instantly by the scent of something buttery and rich wafting from the open kitchen, where a chef was busy plating appetizers. soft jazz played in the background, and the apartment was already buzzing with chatter and laughter from the small group scattered around the living space. ha-neul spotted you from across the room, raising a glass of white wine in greeting. "my favorite couple has arrived!"
hyun-ju tensed slightly at the attention, but you simply rolled your eyes and guided her further inside.
"stop embarrassing me five seconds after i walk through the door," you muttered through a smile, and ha-neul grinned.
"no promises. now, introduce me properly before i steal your girlfriend away."
hyun-ju chuckled at that, and you relaxed.
the introductions went smoothlyâhyun-juâs natural charm quickly melting away any lingering apprehension. by the time everyone sat down at the long dining table, the initial stiffness had disappeared. the conversation flowed effortlessly, moving from topic to topic. ha-neul and you remembered the time a ridiculous client who demanded fifteen logo variations before going with the first one she was shown. one of your coworkers, ji-won, admitted he had fallen asleep on a zoom call that morning, only to jolt awake when his name was called.
"did you play it off?" ha-neul asked, smirking over her wine glass.
ji-won groaned. "i tried, but thereâs security footage. my manager literally sent me a screenshot of my drooling face."
laughter rippled around the table, hyun-ju included. she had been quiet at first, mostly listening, but now she was leaning in, engaged in the conversation.
"i fell asleep standing once," she admitted, making everyone turn to her in surprise.
"no way," ha-neul said, intrigued. "how?"
hyun-ju shrugged, a small grin tugging at her lips. "during a night drill in the army. we were in formation, waiting for the officerâs orders, and i guess i just⊠blacked out for a second. next thing i knew, someone was shaking me awake."
"wait, waitâso you were literally upright? just unconscious?" ji-won asked, eyes wide.
"yup," hyun-ju confirmed.
"thatâs a new level of exhaustion. iâm impressed."
the night unfolded in a haze of stories, effortless laughter, and wine glasses that never seemed to stay empty for long. by the time dessert was served, hyun-ju had fully settled in, her usual guardedness replaced by easy amusement. she chuckled when another friend enthusiastically showcased their never-ending repertoire of k-pop choreography and outright laughed at your attempt to belt out a duet with ha-neul, shaking her head at the dramatic high notes you two definitely couldn't reach. at some point, beneath the table, your fingers brushed against hers. you gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and without hesitation, she squeezed back.
by the end of the night, ha-neul pulled you aside before you left and whispered, "i like her. you better not mess this up," you just smiled.
"i donât plan to," you replied.
the next morning, as you sat at your desk, sipping coffee and scrolling through the group chat, when a notification popped up. a photo from the dinner party, everyone laughing, glasses raised. you and hyun-ju were seated close, your arm looped around hers, your head tilted slightly against her shoulder. you loved the photo. it was warm, real, a snapshot of a night youâd remember.
then a message from your boss: whoâs the new girl?
you quickly replied, thatâs my girlfriend.
your heart pounded as you sent it. it wasnât that you were ashamedânever that. but there was something unnerving about seeing it stated so plainly in a professional space. you werenât sure if it was anxiety or anticipation, but you felt it settle deep in your chest.
later that day, you were called into your bossâs office. the door was slightly ajar when you arrived, the faint hum of the air conditioner filling the quiet space. you knocked lightly, and she looked up from her desk, offering a small smile.
âcome in,â she said, gesturing to the chair across from her.
you stepped inside, your stomach twisting slightly. youâd been replaying the events of the dinner party in your head all morning, wondering if this meeting was about the photo.
your boss folded her hands on the desk, her expression kind but cautious. âthanks for coming by. i just wanted to have a quick chat.â
you nodded, keeping your face neutral. âof course. whatâs on your mind?â
she hesitated for a moment, then offered a small, apologetic smile. âi saw the photo from the dinner party last night. it looked like a great timeâeveryone seemed so relaxed and happy.â
âit was,â you said, your voice steady. âit was nice to spend time with everyone outside of work.â
her smile lingered, but there was a hint of something else behind itâconcern, perhaps. âyou mentioned that the woman sitting next to you is your girlfriend?â
your chest tightened slightly, but you nodded. âyes, thatâs hyun-ju.â
she paused, her expression softening further. âfirst of all, let me say that iâm so happy for you. itâs clear from the photo that you two care about each other a lot, and thatâs wonderful to see.â
âthank you,â you said, your voice quieter now.
she paused, her lips pressing together briefly before she spoke again. âi want to start by saying that i respect your personal life, and itâs not my place to comment on who you date. youâre an excellent employee, and thatâs what matters to me.â
you exhaled a small breath of relief, but you could tell there was more.
âthat being said,â she continued, her tone careful, âi feel like itâs my responsibility to⊠make sure youâre aware of how this could be perceived by others. not here, of courseâour agency is very open-minded, and everyone iâve spoken to has nothing but respect for you. but outside of this bubble, in the broader professional world, things can still be⊠challenging.â
you stiffened slightly, your hands gripping the edge of the chair. âchallenging how?â
she sighed, her fingers drumming lightly against the desk. âyou know how things are in korea. while thereâs been progress in recent years, thereâs still a lot of stigma around lgbtq relationships. some clients, some partners we work with⊠they might not share the same level of acceptance. and i worry that if word gets out, it could complicate things for you.â
you felt your stomach twist, the weight of her words settling over you like a heavy blanket. âare you saying this could be a problem?â
she sighed, her fingers drumming lightly against the desk. ânot here, no. your colleagues respect you, and your work speaks for itself. but with clients⊠itâs hard to say. there are still people who hold outdated views, and sometimes they let those views influence their decisions, even if it has nothing to do with the work itself.â
you frowned, leaning forward slightly. âhas that happened before? has a client ever withdrawn a contract because of something like this?â
she hesitated, her lips pressing together briefly before she nodded. âitâs rare, but yes, it has happened. not often, and not always for the reasons youâd expect. but iâve seen clients make excuses, find ways to back out of deals, and itâs hard not to notice the pattern when it happens.â
her honesty stung, even though youâd expected it. âand you think that could happen to me?â
âi donât know,â she admitted, her voice soft. âyour portfolio is incredible, and your work ethic is unmatched. but sometimes, people donât see that. they only see what they want to see.â
you leaned back in your chair, your chest tightening further. âiâve worked so hard to get here,â you said quietly. âiâve put everything into this job. and now youâre telling me that it might not matter because of who i love?â
her eyes softened, and she shook her head. âiâm not saying it doesnât matter. it matters so much. and itâs not fair that you even have to think about this. i just want you to be aware of the risks so youâre not blindsided if something does happen.â
you looked down at your hands, your mind racing. âitâs just⊠iâve spent so much of my life hiding who i am. i donât want to do that anymore. i donât want to pretend that hyun-ju isnât important to me just because some client might not like it.â
âi understand,â she said gently. âand i admire that about you. truly. itâs not easy to live authentically, especially here. and i want you to know that iâm here to support you, no matter what. if anything comes upâif you ever feel like someoneâs treating you unfairlyâiâll be in your corner.â
her words eased some of the tension in your chest, and you nodded slowly. âthank you. that means a lot.â
she smiled, her warmth returning. âhyun-ju seems lovely. i hope i get to meet her someday.â
âshe is,â you said, your lips curving into a small smile. âand i think youâd like her.â
as you left her office, the knot in your stomach began to unravel. the conversation hadnât been easy, but it also reminded you of why you were fighting to live authentically. for yourself. for hyun-ju. for the life you wanted to build together, no matter what anyone else thought.
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Just Desserts Pets by size (and owner)! (Patreon)
Bonus Joel and the new Bamboo cat-staring each other down:
#Doodles#Just Desserts#I would also say by name and sex but a lot of them are still undecided lol#I'm pretty sure these are all the at-least-somewhat canon pets - Just A Bee for example was omitted lol#Maybe there'll be someone who gets Just A Bee someday! But it's not gonna be Honey&Easter Nest I can tell you that much lol#I do not care how thematic it would be! She gets a bunny! It is the most correct!#Also somewhat ironic that she got a cherry-filled donut bunny and then Cherry Shortcake got the merengue dove...#Look they're not meant to Match they're meant to be What The Owner Wants!#Anyway this has all gotten off the rails lol - down the line!#Starting with the itty-bittiest of spiders! Spider Bites' spider bites â„ I still love them - probably even more now lol#I never did decide how many she can summon at once since they're not like...properly physical in the same way Taffy is lol#You can touch them and hold them to be certain! But only when they exist (lol) Probably wouldn't be more than a baker's dozen hehehe#The birds ended up being the smallest after the spider(s) huh :0 I wasn't planning that but it seems fitting#I think Merengue (name not decided on but if Wafer is any indication lol) probably is a little smaller than Kiwi's flan chicken#Chicken is chicken-sized but Merengue isn't quite as small as a pigeon - somewhere in the middle#Sunflower is tiny by mammal standards tho! The smallest yet! Even smaller than cinnamouse!#Then again for a mouse cinnamouse is quite large lol - big plush teddy-bear sized! :D#I really do want to get better at drawing dogs... Do Sweet Pea justice one of these days she's such a sweet girl#I still love that she's made of almond BARK white chocolate - so she can lick her own paws hehehe#Konpeitoad is wider than they are tall really - still counts for medium sized just an outlier is all! Still cute tho#They're probably one of the ones I most want to draw digitally as well since I can imagine their colour palette easily haha#Cute purpley and cream toad skin with rainbow konpeito warts and clear bubble-cheeks hehe <3 They're very cute!#Barnaby too - he's got a strong mint colour palette! Lots of greens and whites! Still such a fun and cute lad with all his segmentation#Also finally cleaned up the Mercandy's amezaiku catfish design a bit - better fins!#It's a bit funny as well since Marshmallow Fluff originally had a mint colour palette as well until I simplified her design :P Things!#Wafer's largely unchanged tho âȘ Seeing them near each other I kinda wanna draw him and Sweet Pea playing now hehe â„#Finally Taffy! The smallest of the large pets! About what you'd expect for a mammalian farm animal tho I suppose haha#Butterscotch is still so cuuute ahh ;; I can't believe I haven't drawn her more - she has so much room for scalloping! Her earsss#And finally the Queens' pets! They get to be the biggest because they're royalty lol - they already make the biggest creatures!#Oh and I suppose double-finally the Vargases' licorice cat and the new cat! I still hadn't decided on Bamboo's coat pattern...
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you noticed me âŸïž
{mlb!megumi fushiguro x f!reader}
summary: megumi fushiguro is one of the best players on the major league baseball team, and when you finally spot him on the big screen after practically dozing off at every game you went to with your girl friend? you were absolutely IN LOVE, but IN DENIAL that he could ever like you back⊠but he does, and bad.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, NASTY NASTY MEGUMI, oral sex, SMUT, pussy eating in locker rooms HEH, mentions of drinking but like tiny just once, reader is oblivious to the way megumi wants her, DOMINANT AF MEGUMI PHEWW, cursing, flufffff!!, barely any angst, DIRTY TALK, pet names, aged up characters.
word count: 12.1k (IK IM SORRY ITS A CUTE ONE THO)
authors note: you GUYSSSS i love megumi fushiguro i want him so bad and i LOOVEEE this fic!! i worked like a little worker bee for days and i really hope it makes you guys happy :] MWAH!!
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megumi fushiguro was the hottest baseball player you had ever seen in your life.
and you didnât even like baseball to begin with, dozing off at every game your girl friend dragged you to because her boyfriend was on the major league teamâ but the one time you decided to open your eyes and pay attention to the big giant screen in front of you?
there he was in all of his emo glory.
number eighteen.
focused, half lidded eyes resembling borderline boredom as he waited for the pitcher to throw, his forehead glistening with sweat, flushed red cheeks, and his jet black hair slightly peeking over his forehead from underneath his baseball cap.
âmy godââ your hand flew and you gripped your girl friends arm tightly, your jaw to the fucking floor as your eyes were gorilla glued to the screen, her quirking a curious eyebrow at you as she matched your frantic nature.
âwhat? what is it? who did you see? whats happââ
you pointed your finger up at the screen, him swinging and hitting a fucking grand slam as he proceeded to get four runs with one hit, the one thing you knew about baseball besides a home run.
âthatâs aâ thatâs a grand slam!â you pointed frantically, probably looking absolutely insane as you stood and screamed your fucking head off.
your girl friend laughed loudly, âyou like fushiguro? megumi fushiguro?â
you jumped up and down, your girlfriend astonished and laughing as this was the first time sheâd ever seen you energetic at a baseball game.
âheâs friends with yuji!â she yelled over the hollering of the crowd. âwe can go to their locker room after and you can say hi! i heard heâs kind of mean thoughââ
âno!â you spun around, eyes wide and terrified. âi already know heâll eat me alive then! iâm a loser, i canât talk to him i donât have game iââ
she rolled her eyes. âyouâll be fineââ
âno i canât!â you shook your head frantically. âplease he looks like the type to love bomb me and then leave me i donât think i can handle thatââ
she snorted. âare you sure?!â
you hesitated for a moment, biting your bottom lip as your eyes trailed back over to the screen, seeing megumi breathing a little heavy from running the field, his hands on his hips as he scanned the arena.
you sighed through your nose. âyeah iâm sure!â
âsuit yourself!â
a year. a year you spent continuing to tag along with your girl friend to their games, staring lovesick and sad at the big screen over megumi, and standing outside far far away from the locker room once they scored another big win and not going in like you used to, waiting for your girl friend to finish up speaking to her boyfriend as you tried your best to avoid the chance of running into megumi.
she finally emerged from the locker rooms one day, a knowing smirk on her face.
âi told yuji.â
you blinked. âtold him what?â
âthat you like fushiguro.â
âno!â you gasped, a hand flying and smacking over your mouth. âplease no im about to experience the biggest heartbreak of my lifeââ
âoh relax!â she grabbed your arm and practically dragged you towards the locker room doors. âheâs not even here megumi already left, but yuji wants to talk to you.â
âwhy?!â you exclaimed. âto let me down easy? to tell me heâs sorry on his behalfââ
your girl friend just about threw you in and went in after you as you stumbled, eyes blown wide as the air became humid and heavy, several of the players lounging about and refreshing themselves as the sound of lockers slamming shut echoed through the spaceâ deep, broad voices laughing filling the room as yuji spotted you, his eyes friendly and polite. ây/n!â
you relaxed and smiled, âhi! you guys played really well today!â
âmegumi also played really well today.â
âoh my godââ you groaned, throwing your head back as you spun around, heading straight for the exit.
âwait wait!â he laughed loudly, jogging up to you. âsorry sorry.â
âwhat do you want with me..â you mumbled.
he gave you a half smile. âi wanted to tell you that megumiâs weird.â
you snorted, âelaborate please.â
yuji threw an arm around your girl friend before continuing.
âyou know we support your feelings and what you wantâŠâ he began.
your eyes narrowed. âwhy are you guys talking to me like youâre my parentsââ
âbutââ yuji cut you off. âiâm just gonna be straight with you. iâve never ever seen megumi interact with anyone, let alone another woman, besides the team.â
âi donât think iâve ever seen him have a proper conversation with anyone on the team besides you actuallyâŠâ your girl friend muttered to yuji.
yuji winced. âyeahâŠâ he turned back to you. âback when megumi and i first got signed, he was really popular and a lot of girls would come up to him after games for his number or just to talk to him.â
âwell obviously heâs a greek god,â you grumbled. âthis is hurting me man get to the point.â
he sighed. âhe basically scared all of them off. didnât give a single one a chance and was kinda mean... he would either ignore them or straight up just tell them he wasnât interested without them even being able to get a word in.â
you stared blankly.
âi tried to tell him that he needs to be nicer but heâs just not interested.â
you kept staring.
âthatâs why iâm telling you this because we donât want you to get hurt and i feel like if you try and talk to him heâs gonna be a dick and it mightâŠâ yuji looked at you sadly. âit might be a lost cause.â
you blinked.
ây/n?â
âthatâs fine!â you squeaked, hands tight at your sides. âa part of me already knew. i read about it in an article, and iâve seen his interviews.â
your girl friend looked at you with concern filled eyes. âare you okay?â
âyeah!â you waved them off. âwhy wouldnât i be?â
âbecause your eyes are red.â
âppffttt!â you blew out. âiâm fine! seriously. i never intended to talk to him anyways, iâm too much of a scaredy cat.â
you extended your arms out and engulfed the both of them, squeezing tight. âthank you guys for telling me though, i appreciate it.â
ây/nâŠâ yuji trailed off.
âiâm gonna take off though, iâll see you guys later, okay?â you waved and opened the door. âlove you!â
and you scrammed, your heart in a million pieces.
itâs not like you didnât already know. you knew, so why were you sad? why did you feel like you just got ran over by a double decker bus? why did you pathetically feel so sad?
this was the reality. you never stood a chance.
so why were you crying?
you continued walking down the hall and towards the main exit, utterly embarrassed at your sobbing and trying your best to hide it as you navigated through several groups of people, your vision entirely blurry as you were basically drowning in your tears.
you had barely escaped the crowd when you spotted a little secluded area in the lobby, trudging over pathetically and plopping down on the coushy seat as you wiped your cheeks, staring at the wall in front of youâ a huge glass casing proudly decorated with the teams trophies and awards, gigantic portraits of the players on the team adorning the walls with megumiâs serious beautiful framed face right in front of you just making you feel worse.
you already knew, but regardless of megumiâs stand off ish personality, you liked it. you had curiously browsed his interviews and quotes in articles, and you always laughed at his responses, him almost every time offending the staff without even trying or knowing, and you found it so so funny, it only making you admire him and want to get to know him even more, even if it was just a friendship.
megumi fushiguro was one of the best players on the team in history, and as you closed your eyes, silent pathetic tears still slipping down your cheeks?
he never felt so out of reach.
âhere.â
your eyes opened, but you literally could not see jack shit as your tears were still blurring your line of sight, you completely and utterly mortified that a stranger caught you sobbing as you wiped your face quickly in response.
âput on my sunglasses if you donât want people to see you crying.â
the voice was gruff and lazy, but you could not care less as you took the sunglasses and settled them over your eyes, the lenses so freaking dark that you couldnât see a single thingâ your sight worse than before.
but it relieved you, as you figured no one could see your bloodshot eyes and therefore thankfully not notice you losing your mind over something so stupid.
âthank you,â you mumbled. âsorry.â
âfor what.â
you felt the plush of the bench shift next to you, figuring that the stranger man sat beside you as you refused to look in their direction out of embarrassment.
not that you could even see in the first place.
âfor looking like a loser.â
the stranger man snorted. âsâfine.â
you wiped your nose with your sleeve, sniffling.
âhow do you see in these?â you muttered softly. âtheyâre making me claustrophobic i canât see a thing.â
âthatâs the point,â he hums.
âhow come?â
âi get migraines everyday. they help.â
âoh i see.â you responded softly. âhave you ever run into a wall because of them?â
you hear him huff out through his nose. âi did once, when i first got them.â
you giggled gently. âdid you bleed?â
âno,â he spoke calmly. âi got a bump on my forehead.â
you snickered, âwhat? loserrr.â
you stood up and carefully tried to walk around a little, testing out how to guide yourself through the dark lenses and trying to be careful and not bump into a wall (which was literally impossible), your hands out, feeling around.
âjesus christ iâm just kidding now i feel bad. i think im gonna bump myself into a wall too so we can call it even.â
you couldnât see, but the stranger manâs lips twitched at your comment.
âdonât do that.â he murmured. âsit back down.â
you listened and started making your way over, feeling him reach out and wrap his fingers around your wrist carefully and guide you to the bench, you plopping down on it once you felt it.
âthank you!â you responded sweetly. ââŠiâm actually glad i canât see a thing right now.â you perked up, pushing the sunglasses back up over the bridge of your nose.
âwhy is that.â
âso i donât have to look at megumi fushiguroâs big portrait in front of my face.â
the stranger man stopped.
ââŠwhy?â
âbecause he indirectly broke my heart.â
you heard a little audible laugh, and you smiled to yourself.
at least someone is having fun right now.
âhow did he indirectly break your heart?â
âmy girl friendâs boyfriend is yuji itadori. she spilled the beans against my will about how i have a crush on him, and yuji told me that heâs mean and heâll basically bite my head off and tell me to scram.â
âdid he?â
âuh huh,â you nodded. âthey were trying to let me down easy, but itâs not like i was gonna try and talk to him anyways. iâve gone a year without saying anything i can go on and on and on.â
the stranger man hummed.
âheâs so cool thoughâŠâ you murmured, dazed. âheâs gonna be a hard one to forget about.â
âwhy do you like him?â
âi feel like im being interrogated,â you giggled.
you felt the stranger man lean back against the wall. âsorry, just curious.â
you copied him and crossed your arms, âmmm⊠because heâs really good at what he does. i admire that most of all.â
you tilted your head. âeveryone berates him for being mean but i like that heâs supposedly mean for some reasonâŠ. heâs just serious about his profession and he doesnât want to waste time. heâs also the hottest man iâve ever seen so that definitely helps.â
the stranger man laughed a little.
âi donât know,â you sighed sadly. âmaybe iâm just demented. i am demented.â
âif yuji itadori told you the exact opposite about him, would that have encouraged you to go up to him?â
you sat in thought for a moment, but ultimately shook your head. âno. itâs too embarrassing for me and iâm also a big fat wuss soâŠâ
you slid your fingers underneath the lenses and rubbed your stinging sore eyes. âmaybe in the next life if iâm lucky, ill be reincarnated as a cool baseball man too and i wonât have to deal with this shit.â
âcool baseball man.â he repeated, tone seemingly amused.
âyup.â
the stranger man sighed. âis this why i found you crying?â
âmaayybeee?â you dragged out shyly, your cheeks flushing.
it was silent for a moment, your vision completely black but his on your rosy cheeks, oddly staring that if you could see right now, youâd probably call him a creep.
âiâm sorry i made you cry.â
you jumped back.
âno not you!â you huffed. âhave you not been paying attention? catch up manââ
you felt a shadow reach up and tug the sunglasses slightly away from your face, your eyes constricting against the bright lights of the hall as they tried to adjust.
and when they did?
megumi fushiguro was sitting right next to you, a tiny smile on his face dressed in all black with his teams baseball cap on.
your eyes widened dramatically and you slapped both hands over your mouth, beyond horrified as everything you had thought you were telling a stranger about him, you were telling him directly, your brain short circuiting and your body heating up like a fucking hot flash.
âoh my god iâm so sorry!â your voice was muffled, you shaking your head in absolute denial.
you immediately sprung up and grabbed your purse, slowly backing up further and further away from him.
his smile widened.
oh my god.
megumi fushiguro was smiling, a sight youâve never ever seen during his games, practices, interviews, articles, or magazines as your cheeks increased in shadeâ wanting to mentally take a picture and remember forever as you knew youâd probably never see him smile like that again.
but he was smiling.
âpretend i donât exist!â you stammered, âpretend this never happened iâm sorry this is so embarrassing keep winning your games okay and iâll keep being an idiot far far away from youââ
âwhere are you going?â he chuckled lowly.
ââyouâll never see me again iâm going home and iâm going on lockdownââ
he laughed through his nose, his lips in an amused smile.
âyou donât have to do that.â
âyes i doââ
âyou donât have to forget me either.â
âthat i definitely doââ
you were halfway out of the main entrance doors.
âhold on y/nââ
megumi stood, his long legs walking over to you and you froze.
y/n?
you slowly turned around, your face pale and afraid.
âhow do you know my name?â you asked softly.
âyour best friend is dating yuji, is she not.â
you nodded, eyes blank.
âiâve been seeing you inside the locker room after our games for like⊠two years.â megumi mumbled.
oh.
oh thatâs right.
you didnât actually notice megumi until last year, when you decided to finally open your eyes for once during a game and thatâs how you spotted him for the first time on the big screen in front of you, in all of his gorgeous handsome entity.
âoh.â
he raised a hand and pressed his index finger to your forehead, nudging you softly.
âdummy.â
âs-sorry..â you gave him a wobbly bashful smile, your cheeks pinky as you rubbed your red eyes.
his eyes slightly softened and he shook his head. âsâfine.â
megumi continued to stare at you, a stone cold face that always seemed to scare off the teams entire fan base, but only made you feel numb and giddy all over every single time.
you smiled wider then, and megumiâs lips twitched.
cute.
âiâmâ iâm gonna go now.â
âdo you have a ride home?â
you stopped. âno i was just gonna call an uberââ
he shook his head and walked past you, his shoulder brushing gently with yours with his hands stuffed in his pockets as you turned and stared at him.
he paused and looked over his shoulder.
âyou coming?â
your eyes widened. âcoming? wâwhere?â
he rolled his eyes. âiâm taking you home.â
âno!â you shot your hands out. âitâs okay! really! thank you thank you i appreciate it butââ
he stared lazily.
âcome.â
you pressed your lips into a thin line and tipped your head down, taking tiny painful steps as you followed after him to the parking lot.
megumi led you from the public parking area to a secluded section around the back of the arena, one you assumed was for players and crew members only as you nervously gnawed on your bottom lip, feeling absolutely sick.
you both continued to walk down until you arrived to a private parking garage, megumi slipping out his keys from the pocket of his hoodie as you approached a shiny black luxurious car sitting neatly in a spot.
his car was really fucking nice, and you figured so being as he was one of the most popular players and probably had more than enough money in the bankâ your fingers trembling as you gripped the passenger side door, settling yourself inside his plush cool leather seats and all black interior.
megumi pressed the âstartâ button and his engine roared to life, the motor echoing through the structure as you clumsily tried to put on your seatbelt, your cheeks growing pinker with each passing second that you just couldnât get the stupid damn thing toâ clickâ
he reached over across the console and took the seatbelt from you, pulling it over your body and clicking it secure without a word.
âthank you.â you said softly, eyes trained to your lap.
megumi gave you a small nod and backed out of his parking space, driving around a couple of rows before making his way out with the night air softly breezing through your hair as he drove, his dash illuminated with blue lines that ran smoothly across.
âcan you put your address inââ
âoh yeah!â you jumped. âsorryââ
you reached over and tapped in your address on his big touch screen, watching the way the gps registered the location and gave him the estimated time of arrival.
forty fucking minutes.
âmegumi..â
his eyes looked over at you for a second before turning back to the road.
âhm?â
âi live kinda far from here and i donât want you to drive the opposite way from where you live.â
you leaned a little, eyebrows pinched. âi can take an uber seriously, this is too much trouble iââ
âyouâre already in my car.â he deadpanned.
âiâll jump out.â
he pursed his lips, trying to suppress a smile.
âi have child lock on.â
âchild lock?!â you gawked. âis this what you think of me?â
âyouâre a little helpless⊠and youâre a crybaby.â he mumbled. âchild lock stays on.â
you giggled after, your eyes shining and filled with mushy feelings for him as you nodded. âyouâre probably right.â
he looked over at you then, and he smiled, softly.
âwhat do you do?â
you fidgeted. âhâhuh?â
âdo you umâŠâ he ran his thumb over the top of his gear shift. âdo you work? do you go to school?â
heâs asking you?
âi go to school!â you responded shyly but kind. âi go to a college thatâs about fifteen minutes from your stadium. i usually go and meet up with my best friend after class if thereâs a game.â
he hummed. âare you a big baseball person?â
you grimaced.
do you lie? do you tell the truth? do you roll down his window and attempt to jump out of the car that way?
you played with a strand of your hair. âiâ i umââ
he raised an eyebrow.
âiâ donât?â
he cocked his head. âyou donât?â
you shook your head no, completely ashamed of who you are as a person as you covered your eyes.
âi knoww i suuucckkk,â you whined. âthe only things i know about baseball are home runs and grand slamsâ which you did!â
you pointed at him excitedly. âlast year! i remember you hit a grand slam! i got so excited that for once i knew what the fuck was going on and why everyone was going crazyâŠâ
you fiddled with your fingers nervously, your eyes trained to the road. âi felt so included.â
he chuckled, and unexpectedly, reached over and gently ruffled your hair.
you then stared at him as he did so, doe eyes wide and cheeks pink.
megumi was truly just beautifulâ his smooth face that didnât have a single blemish on his skin shining under the moonlight, his black spiky hair peeking from under his cap that you had no doubt in your mind was soft and velvety.
you hated that youâd probably do anything for that man.
âiâm sorry i made you cry,â he repeated, you recognizing his words from before.
your eyebrows furrowed.
he was still thinking about that?
you shook your head furiously, âyou didnât! i swear itâs okay. iâm just crazy.â
he huffed out a laugh.
megumi thought you were odd, but in a good way. he thought everything you did was a little funny, as you were jumpy and clumsy and a crybaby and helpless, but he also took note of how polite you were. he noticed how considerate you were of him even though you were really upset, and you were kind of sweet⊠really sweet actually, your personality something that was totally different from the usual girls that came up to him.
well, the usual girls that used to come up to him back when he first started.
megumi pulled into your driveway and shifted the gear into park, the doors automatically unlocking.
you opened the door and stepped out before leaning down and peeking your head in.
âthank you for the ride!â you said sweetly, a cute smile on your face. âiâm sorry you had to listen to my confession against your will.â
he shook his head. âitâs alright.â
you went in to close the door.
ây/n.â
you leaned back down, âyeah?â
âare you gonna stop coming to our games?â
you gnawed at the inside of your cheek, your eyes darting around the interior of his car nervously.
âiâ i donât think so.â
âgood.â
megumi watched you close his door and walk back a bit, him shifting his gear into reverse as the corners of his lips turned a tiny bit upwards.
âiâll see you then.â
as you watched him pull out and drive away, his engine roaring down the street, you could not stop or simmer down the way your heart raced against your chest, so much so that you were afraid it was going to burst through your chest and literally kill you.
the next time you went to a game, you hadnât told your close girl friend yet as she led you through the crowd and down to the v.i.p. lower level seats like always, a kind courtesy of yujiâs that he did whenever he could.
as you watched, you embarrassingly spotted megumi almost the minute you arrived, stars and hearts in your eyes as you watched him do his thing and work magic through the field with his absolutely insane batting, strong and purposeful as he barked orders or observed the opposing team for leads.
once his and the opposing team switched sides, megumi looked up as he jogged, his eyes seemingly scanning the v.i.p. front sections until he spotted you.
he raised a hand and gave you a little wave, and your eyes widened as you timidly, hesitantly, gave him one in returnâ your cheeks turning pink.
âwho are you waving at?â
your girl friend pressed a cheek against yours and looked.
âwho is- fushiguro?!â
you looked at her sheepishly.
as you recounted the story to her, her eyes bulging out of her sockets and screaming her head off every two seconds, her head snapped to the field.
âi have to tell yujiââ
âno!â you gripped her shoulders. âitâs literally nothing! he drove me home and he probably just feels bad for me.â
âmegumi isnât the type to make a crying girl feel better or drive her home.â
âitâs because he knows that we know yuji.â
âmm i donât think so..â she scowled, crossing her arms in eventual defeat as she stared straight ahead.
thatâs how it went for about a month.
you would come to their games, megumi would wave at you from the field or you would catch his attention and wave at him, and you would briefly speak to him casually just after his games, your conversations with him usually lasting no more than three minutes as he was often pulled by his coach or a crew member.
but even though the conversations were short, they were really nice, and the both of you never seemed to notice the people around you wanting his attention until he physically had to get pulled away.
but you still refused to go inside the locker room, knowing that was surely the place where you had to talk to him for longer than three minutes. you were too scared, embarrassingly so as you bid your girl friend and yuji goodbye from just outside the door before leaving every time, completely unaware of the way megumi would stare expressionless at you from inside.
when your girl friend invited you to the teamâs yearly banquet, you flat out said no, decision firm and unmoving as she begged you over and over and over again.
âplease please you have to go! you canât avoid megumi forever!â
âwhat is the purpose of me going though?â you sighed, shaking your head with a smile at the sight of her dramatically on her knees over you. âfor you it makes sense because youâre with yuji but whatâs the excuse for me? iâm not anybodyâs plus one.â
âyes you are,â she got back up on her feet and wiggled her eyebrows, âyouâre megumiâs plus one.â
âbye i wish,â you mumbled, plopping down on your bed.
âokay youâre my plus one, or yujiâs! so he has two plus ones!â
she walked over and sat down next to you, resting her head against your shoulder as she sighed. âplease come. you donât have to talk to megumi okay? fine. but just come with me, iâll have a better time if you do.â
you gave her a silly smile and thought for a moment, her sad tone swaying you as you finally gave in.
âonly if you swear you wonât force me to talk to him.â
she nodded eagerly.
âi swear!â
so you stood there, nervous and biting your thumb as you frantically looked around, dressed in a pretty black off the shoulder mermaid style gown with a high slit exposing your legâ fiddling with your styled hair as you waited and waited and waited for your girl friend to come back from the dessert table with yuji.
you hadnât seen megumi yet as you were trying to keep on a look out, because the moment you did see him all dressed up? you were sure you were going to start pathetically bowing for him on your knees in front of all these people and end your social life forever.
finally, she came back and handed you a little pastry, you thanking her kindly and taking a small bite.
âwait no!â she gasped, turning her pastry around. âfuck, i got the wrong one. i meant to get the vanilla one this is coconut.â
âi can get it for you this time.â you smiled kindly, her looking at you gratefully as you patted her shoulder, making your way over to the dessert table.
your eyes lit up like stars at the sight of it, grand and luxurious as any kind of pastry you could ever possibly think of was presentâ neat and gourmet-like, each adorned with elegant toppings as multiple huge chocolate fountain stations ran from the sides.
âhi.â
you jumped and looked to your right, megumi standing there beside you with a bored expression, clad in a polished black button up and slacks, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
you gulped.
âhâhi.â
âi didnât think youâd come.â
he lazily picked up a tiny slice of chocolate mousse cake and looked at it.
âi was dragged by my best friend,â you puffed out a laugh. âshe said i was her and yujiâs plus one or something like that.â
he nodded, biting his cake slice and swallowing.
âyou stopped coming inside the locker rooms.â
you faltered.
he noticed that?
âoh yeah! i justââ you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. âiâve been really busy with school so i study right afterâŠâ
for some reason megumi eyed you carefully, and your cheeks grew pinker the more he blatantly stared at you as you fidgeted.
âare youââ
âfushiguro!â
you both turned your heads to the source, and you spotted an unfamiliar guy, one who you assumed was on the team with them, smiling enthusiastically and throwing a heavy arm around megumiâs shoulder.
âwhoâs this? iâve never seen you talk to anyone besides us!â
megumi only spared him a nonchalant glance before he looked back over at the dessert table.
the unknown man extended a hand out to you, and megumiâs eyes snapped to it.
âhi! iâm takuma!â
you cheerfully took his hand. ây/n!â
âare you megumiâs girlfriend?â
you gawked, guilt and embarrassment already filling your body at the thought of megumi finding that comment uncomfortable and being uncomfortable because of you.
at his own banquet.
ânâno!â you shook your head, eyebrows pinched. âi came with my best friend and yuji.â
takuma unhooked his arm and let it rest beside him. âoh nice! you know yuji as well?â
you nodded, âmhm!â
the rest of the crowd began to take their seats for the awards ceremony segment, and the three of you walked over to your designated table by yuji and your best friend, whoâs eyes widened at the sight of you next to megumi.
you all sat, and takuma pointed to the empty seat next to you.
âis anyone sitting here?â
âoh no!â you smiled politely. âitâs empty you canââ
âtake mine ino.â
megumi pulled out the chair next to you and plopped down on it, scooting up. âitâs closer to the front.â
huh?
âoâoh!â takuma scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. âokay! thanks fushiguro.â
he only nodded in response and stuck his face in his champagne glass, sipping.
and he was right. you watched as takuma navigated through the circular tables before sitting in a seat that was right smack dab in the front.
âthatâs really nice of you megumi!â you chirped. âhe has such a good view now!â
âmhm.â
your best friend smacked a hand to her forehead with a shake of her head, and you looked at her quizzically.
the awards ceremony was the most fun youâve ever had, as you were over the moon for all of the players that were awarded prestigious titles and recognitions, and even more excited for yuji and megumi, the both of them combined taking award after award that by the time the event was done, your table was filled to the brim with frames, medals, and trophies.
your doe eyes glowed over megumiâs earnings, pride and admiration bubbling in your chest as you took in the result of his hard work, feeling like he was the most talented person you ever had the privilege of knowing.
he stared at your enamored look.
âyouâre so cool, gumi..â you gushed, not even noticing the little nickname you gave him.
but he did.
âcool baseball man?â he responded softly, referencing your words from when you first met.
your eyes snapped to his and you gave him the shiniest smile, nodding quickly. âyeah! cool baseball man.â
megumi looked down at his awards, and after a couple of seconds, picked up a shiny gold medal hung on a baby blue striped lanyard, holding it out for you.
âhere.â
your eyes traveled down.
âwhat?â
âfor you.â he pushed the medal forward.
shock crossed your face, and you frantically shook your head, pushing the medal back to him. âno! no megumi thatâs yours you earned itââ
megumi rolled his eyes and held on to the edges of the lanyard, effortlessly setting it over your head and around your neck, the medal clinking and twinkling against your chest.
âi have four others. itâs fine.â
âno butââ
he carded his thumbs underneath your hair and gently slid your hair out from beneath the lanyard, setting it delicately over your bare shoulders.
yuji and your best friends jaws were on the floor, but you didnât notice, too busy ogling over the fact that megumi fushiguro was the kindest person you had ever met, utterly amazed that he selflessly gave you something so precious. you.
your gaze trailed down to the medal, and you softly touched it with the pads of your fingers.
âtâthank you gumiâŠâ
his lips twitched.
you realized then that the music had started and the crowd had already dispersed to celebrate, some dancing in the center while others mingled on the sidelines or hogged the dessert table.
and you spotted your best friend with yuji, the both of them smiling adoringly at each other, laughing and dancingâ something bashfully wished for yourself as you grinned softly at them.
megumi followed your gaze, and he huffed an amused small laugh through his nose.
âthey met at a party didnât they?â
you looked to him and nodded, âuh huh! i was with her. she was so scared to talk to him and i literally had to throw her in.â
he scratched his cheek. âi remember. i was there.â
your jaw dropped. âyou were?!â
he nodded. âand i remember you too.â
you sat there in silence.
how long had megumi been around in your life without you knowing? how didnât you ever freaking notice?
before you could press any further, megumi squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his fingers to his forehead in pain, groaning softly.
you jumped, âare you okay? whatâs wrong?â
he shook his head. âmigraine. the lights are fucking with me a little.â
âoh!â you frantically looked around the table and around him. âwhere are your sunglasses? the dark ones the ones you ran into a wall with!â
megumi snorted and shook his head again, eyes peeking at you a bit. âitâs fine. i left them at home.â
your eyebrows rose, âyou left them?â
he nodded and dropped his hand, sitting up straight and trying to open his eyes fully to seem normal, but his lids only dropped again and his forehead fell to rest against the table.
âiâm sorry,â he mumbled. âjust give me a minute.â
âdonât be sorry gumiâŠâ
you figured the rest of the night was going to be like this, and if megumi stayed, he was going to end up dealing with the dull ache in his head for hours on end and not enjoy his banquet.
but you wanted him to enjoy it. this was his night, and you didnât want him to spend it pissed off and writhing in pain.
âdo you want to leave?â
he turned his head to the side and looked at you.
âwe can umââ you fiddled with the medal around your neck. âwe can go outside? or we can go for ice creamâŠâ
you tilted your head to the side cutely, and you were oblivious to the way megumiâs cheeks went a little pink at the sight.
âill pay though!â you smiled sweetly. âitâs the least i can do for the medal you gave me.â
he gave you an endearing half smile and nodded.
your eyes lit up. âreally?! okay!â wait let me just say bye to my best friend and let her knowââ
you quickly stood and walked over to the dance floor, megumi watching after you before picking up his black blazer and holding it underneath an arm, wondering how the fuck he was gonna pick up all of his awards himself.
ây/n!â your best friend gushed. âyouâve been talking to megumi for hours what the fuck is going onââ
you laughed. ânothing! it was nothing but iâm gonna go get ice cream with him!â
âwhat?!â her and yuji said in unison.
âdid he ask you?â yuji pushed.
âno!â your eyes narrowed. âof course not iâm a big fat loser why would he? i invited him because he has a migraine soââ
your best friend hummed, a smirk on her face. âoh i see... use protection.â
âhuh?!â your jaw dropped. âno! thatâs notââ
ây/n!â
you turned and saw takuma walk over to you, a big smile on his face. âyou enjoying the banquet?â
âoh yes! itâs really great!â you smiled kindly. âthe dessert table is absolutely insane.â
âright?!â takuma stepped closer to you. âthey go all out every year, itâs what everyone looks forward to.â
âi can definitely see why!â
he chuckled and nodded but then turned to you, speaking quieter. âlisten um⊠i was wondering if you were uhâ well if you wanted to dance? with me? yâknow⊠maybe get to know each other better and thenââ
yuji shoved his lips to your best friends ear.
âheâs stealing megumiâs girl.â
âi know!â she whispered harshly. âwhat the fuck do we doââ
âi donât know!â
âwell call megumi overââ
suddenly, a tall broad figure walked in between you and takuma, your vision blocked by his back.
âsorry ino,â megumi stepped to the side a little and placed a hand on the small of your back, ushering you towards the exit. âwe were just leaving.â
yuji and your best friend gave each other a low high five before their eyes darted around, putting on false ignorance.
âsorry!â it was nice meeting you takuma!â you called from over your shoulder before the both of you stepped out of the venue and into the cool night air.
megumiâs car was parked right out front, him unlocking the doors with a button just like he had done the last time, you noticing how all of his awards were set neatly in the back seat.
âoh iâm sorry gumi! did you carry these over by yourself? i was gonna help youââ
you sat yourself on his passenger side seat, the leather creaking with every movement you made.
he shook his head. âi had my publicist team do it. itâs fine.â
âoh okayâŠâ you mumbled, still feeling a little guilty that you didnât help him.
you went to reach for your seatbelt when megumiâs arm flew in front of you and grabbed the strap, pulling it over your frame and clicking it securely before his hands wrapped back around the steering wheel, just like he had done a month prior.
you couldnât make out his expression, as it was blank and stone-like and not a word was coming out of his mouth as he backed out from the parking space, but you smiled at him cutely nonetheless and thanked him.
the nearest ice cream shop was literally down the road from the venue, and the drive took less than three minutes before megumi pulled in and parallel parked on the side of the street.
you both stepped out and walked inside, the shop colorful and vibrant as what looked like twenty different assortments of ice cream were on display, your eyes launching across each flavor excitedly.
âi havenât had ice cream in a fat minuteâŠâ you murmured as you pressed your hands against the glass.
âme neither.â
âwhich flavor do you want megumi?â you asked him sweetly, your eyes still glued to the flavors that it made him chuckle.
âumâŠâ he stepped forward and scanned the different colors. âiâll take whatever you get.â
you looked at him and your eyebrows softened, âare you sure? what if you donât like it?â
the cornerâs of his lips turned upward, the sight making your heart skip a beat.
âitâs okay. i trust you.â
you ended up getting your all time favorite flavor that you never skipâ cake batter, one that tastes different depending on whoâs palette it is, and something you anxiously thought over as you gnawed on your bottom lip and stared, waiting for him to try it as you both sat on a park bench not too far from the shop.
âwhy do you look like youâre about to cry.â he snickered lowly.
your eyes snapped to his and you giggled. âi might if you donât like what i picked out.â you plopped a little spoonful in your mouth, the cold ice cream melting and spreading over your tongue as you swallowed. âcake batter is a hit or miss for different peopleâŠâ
he hummed, âhow come?â
âitâs either too sweet or just nasty.â
âi have a sweet tooth.â
your eyes lit up, âso do i! iâm a big sweets person. i love love desserts and chocolate and ice cream⊠but iâm not the biggest fan of candy.â
âyouâre not?â
âi love candy but not how i love sweets⊠and i wouldnât randomly pick it out like at the store because i wanted to. most likely i would get a cookie.â
megumi liked how much you talked.
âhave you always had a sweet tooth?â he pressed on, looking at his ice cream cup.
you nodded. âhave you?â
ânot really,â he shook his head. âi didnât pick it up until i metââ he stopped. ââŠmy dad.â
met his dad?
megumi spotted your confusion and continued.
âmy actual dad disappeared. dunno where heâs at. all iâve heard is that he had a bad gambling addiction so iâm guessing it had something to do with that.â
your eyes softened.
âgojo is kind of like my dadâŠâ he mumbled. âheâs supported my sister and i financially ever since i was maybe five or six.â
âyou have a sister?â you murmured, eyes big.
he nodded. âi do.â
he scooped a bit of cake batter ice cream up with his spoon and plopped it into his mouth, smiling softly. âgojo gave me a sweet tooth. he canât go a day without it.â
youâd never heard megumi open up so much before, and you felt incredibly lucky and special to be the one to hear about his family and share a precious moment with him over eating ice cream, something you wanted to treat delicately and remember for as long as you lived.
âdo you like it?â you asked softly, gesturing to his cup.
âi love it.â
you beamed, and he took in your cute smile for a minute as you ate some more on your end.
âiâm sorry about your actual dad⊠but iâm glad you and your sister got the support you needed when you were young.â
he nodded.
âdid he encourage you to do baseball? or was it you?â
âhe did initially.â he shook his head. âhe was annoying at first, was a cheerleader at every game and was so loud.â
you giggled.
âbut i grew to like it⊠and thatâs what i wanted to do for a career. if it wasnât for gojoâs funding i wouldnât have been able to.â
you hummed, savoring the ice cream a bit before swallowing. âthatâs really nice, gumi. iâm really happy you got the opportunity to grow your skill out like thatâŠâ you swirled the ice cream around your cup with your spoon. âwhat you have is a solid gift, and i would hate to see it not get the recognition it deserves when youâve worked so hard to make it what it is now.â
you looked at him. âso iâm really, really glad that it does get it.â
megumi stared at you, face blank and a scoop of yet to be eaten ice cream on his spoon, his cheeks growing hot.
âi donât know why you think so highly of me.â he murmured.
everyone thinks heâs rude.
your eyebrows furrowed. âi donât think megumi, i know. youâre not a mean person, youâre honest and serious about the important things in your life. and if the medal around my neck that you gave me selflessly doesnât tell you otherwise? i might have to kill you.â
he laughed, loud, his eyes sparkling. âyou might?â
you bit your lip to refrain yourself from freaking out over his smooth laughter. âi might.â
you subconsciously rubbed your hands over your chilling arms then and megumi eyed it before he put his cup down, reaching next to him for his blazer and opening it up as he gently placed it over your shoulders.
you looked at him like he was the world then, doe eyes big and round and shimmering, and megumi felt like he could do anything with that look as long as it came from youâ a permanent red tint on his cheeks that was entirely your doing.
âthank you..â you mumbled shyly, your eyes glued to your now empty cup of ice cream on the bench as you clutched the sides of his blazer, the smell of him wafting in your nose that made you absolutely weak.
megumi timidly, slowly, reached up and moved a strand of hair from your eyes then, and you looked up.
âprettyâŠâ he murmured, dazed even.
his hand fell and landed gently on your exposed thigh from the slit of your dress, but instead of moving it, he let it stay there, his hand smoothing over your plush soft skin as he was completely entranced by your heavenly face, his body pulling his lips closer to yours as megumiâs breath quickened with absolute need the higher up his hand trailed up your yummy thigh.
you couldnât say a word, he practically didnât let you as his lips pressed delicately and timidly against your plush ones, his mouth moving so slowly and his tongue parting your wet lips for the purpose of devouring more of you, all while his fingertips reached and felt the side straps of your pantiesâ the material alone making him erratic and desperate while his other hand gripped your waist tightly.
your mouths moved faster now, the sounds of wet smacking and lips separating to reconnect with more greed than before muffling your ears as he breathed heavily through his nose, his eyebrows pinched together in pent up everything as he finally had you with him after months of you avoiding him.
and then you pulled away with a wet pop.
âiâiâm sorry!â you covered your mouth. âi didnât mean to kiss you!ââ
what?
megumiâs eyebrows furrowed, both of your chests heaving as his cheeks and lips were blushed red.
he shook his head, âno i kissed youââ
âdonât cover for me gumiii,â your shoulders slumped, your brain so in denial that he could ever like you back that it tricked you into thinking you were the one kissing and all over him. âfuck iâm sorry⊠that was so disrespectful andâ and weird of me and iââ
megumiâs hands slipped away from your body and he shook his head, his eyes dead locked on yours with his eyebrows pinched together. ây/n no youâre not understandingââ
âiâm the biggest creep on the planet man i understand if you donât ever want to speak to me againââ you covered your face and leaned forward.
megumi stared at you astonishingly as he listened to you ramble apologies and dramatic insults for yourself continuously, his shoulders slowly relaxing and his lips turning into a soft knowing smile, your random speech starting to make absolutely no sense at all and his heart aching at the fact of how naive you were.
ây/n.â
you stopped. âwhat.â
he reached over and pulled your hands away from your face. âyouâre helpless, you know that?â
âhelpless and a creep.â
he laughed and shook his head. âstop it.â
he stood and offered his hand out for you.
âitâs getting late, iâm driving you home.â
megumi decided he would properly speak to you about it the next time he saw you⊠except he didnât.
you started avoiding him like the plague again, horrendously horrified about what you believed you had done, thinking that it was better if you stayed away from him and fulfilled your initial task of forgetting him, no matter how much it hurt you.
you didnât want megumi to ever be uncomfortable or experience what you believed he experienced with you. he didnât deserve that. he didnât deserve a pathetic little fan girl that never left him alone and hindered his work on the field, even though you wished so badly you could see him again, as the taste of his lips and mouth never left your fuzzy mind.
you kissed megumi fushiguro.
âoh my god y/n, youâre so stupid.â
âno iâm not! do you really believe megumi could ever like me back? no! absolutely not. i kissed him and i fucked up and thatâs it. iâm staying away from him.â
your best friend ran her fingers through her hair and almost tore a chunk out in frustration. âit sounds like he kissed you! he had his hand on your thighââ
âthat was for stability! heââ
âno it was to feel you up!â
you shook your head side to side with your arms crossed. ânope nope nope nopeââ
ây/nnnn!â
as for megumi, the next game he had he looked for you while on the field like he always did, looking forward to seeing your precious face and giving you a little wave⊠except he couldnât find you. after the game, he went around the stadium and towards the locker room, inside and back out, the parking lot, his parking lotâ
and he couldnât find you.
this went on for a full three weeks of game after game nearly every day him doing the same exact thingâ him getting increasingly more confused and a bit upset at your disappearance, going as far as to staying hours after his games still in his sweaty baseball uniform and cap with hopes that youâll turn up.
except you never did.
and at the end of the third week, he had had enough.
âoh hey megumi!â your best friend greeted him, her hand fixing around yujiâs hair in the locker room after a game.
âhi.â
he stood there and said nothing, and your best friend eyed him skeptically. ââŠyes?â
megumi shifted awkwardly. âhave you um⊠have you seen y/n?â
she sucked in a breath. âuh yeah. i saw her this morning.â
âthis morning?â his eyes narrowed. âis she okay? why hasnât she been coming to our games with you?â
âbecauseââ she stammered. âwell becauseââ
âis it our place to say?â yuji muttered.
âis it our place to know?â she whispered back harshly.
âi donât know!â
âletâs just tell him!â
âbut what if!ââ
megumi rolled his eyes and huffed. ânevermind. please tell her to come tomorrow, i need to talk to her.â
your best friend gulped and nodded, both her and yuji watching the way he walked away and snatched his cap off, throwing it inside his locker and slamming it shut with his foot before picking up his duffel bag and leaving, not even bothering to change out of his dirt covered uniform.
âiâve never seen him so stressed,â yuji commented.
âitâs because he likes her and sheâs being an idiotâŠâ your best friend sighed sadly.
so when she came to you the next day and told you megumi needed to speak to you, she amplified how upset he was to get you to feel bad and feel the urgent need to come to the game tonight, which you of course did.
and you were worried. so so worried and scared that he was finally going to tell you off for kissing him, to tell you that you sucked and that he never ever wanted to see you again in his life and that you were a disgusting human beingâ
but the roar of the crowd pulled you from your thoughts, the team winning once again as many began to pack their things and take their leave. you were completely and utterly shitting yourself, petrified and already heartbroken over the fact that megumi was officially going to cut you off as a friend when you hadnât even had the chance to try and win him over yet.
and the way he played on the field tonight was way more aggressive than normal. he was louder, meaner, and didnât take his eyes away from the ball or his opponents as he nearly got into a fight with another player, yuji and a few others needing to pull megumi apart and set him aside to cool offâ the cameras and reporters having a field day in regards to him.
and that bothered you like nothing else. why the hell were they so excited over him getting angry? to amplify the brand that he upholds as the teams meanest player? as if theyâve never had a bad day a day in their lives? what was the point?
and it was all because of you, you realized.
you made him upset.
you covered your face with your hands and groaned, feeling like you wanted to cry.
ây/nâŠâ your best friend patted your back. âitâll be fine⊠he just needs to talk to you! you donât even know what itâs about.â
âi can take a wild guess.â
she looked at you worriedly before picking up her things. âwhenever youâre ready babe⊠i think heâs in the locker rooms by now.â
she left you there to gather yourself, and you sat there for a couple of more minutes before finally getting up and making your way to the locker rooms.
most of the fans had cleared out by now, and the sun was beginning to set as you passed and squeezed through crew members and news reporters, gnawing at your bottom lip as you turned a corner and spotted the locker room, many of the players already leaving.
just as you had reached your hand up to open the door, a firm voice called out to you.
ây/n.â
you froze, retracting your hand as you turned to look.
megumi stood there at the end of the hall, his baseball uniform still on and his cap dangling from his belt loop, hands in tight fists with his chest rising and falling, an agitated look on his face that you had never seen before.
âhâhi-â
âare you trying to forget me? is that whatâs going on?â
your eyebrows furrowed.
âwhat?â
megumi took stride full steps towards you. âyou finally talk to me, you confess to me, you disappear for a month, i wait for you, you finally show up at the banquet looking like the most beautiful woman iâve ever seen in my fucking lifeââ
he stopped in front of you. âtakuma tries to steal you from me, i get pissed off, i fall for you at the park, i kiss youââ he threw his arms up. âand you disappear again!â
your eyes bulge out of their sockets.
fall?
âyou what?ââ
âso iâm asking you again,â megumi bent his knees to look at you at eye level, his hands coming up to cup your pink cheeks and his face so close to yours you can make out the exact color of his eyes.
âare you trying to forget me? like you said you would?â
you fidgeted.
âiâ i was doing it for youââ
âwhy for me? i never saidââ
the feeling of his big hands on your cheeks was making your heart do backflips and trick shots as your wide doe eyes looked at him.
âbecause when i kissed you i made you uncomfortable and i donât ever want you to be so i thought itâd be best if i left you aloneââ
âokay letâs fix that right now,â his hands tightened slightly around your cheeks and he readjusted his footing, knees still bent. âi kissed you. if anything i should be the one worried if i made you uncomfortable because i put my hand on your thigh like that and for that iâm sorry.â
âno butââ
âyes y/n. i kissed you because youâre polite and youâre sweet and youâre funny, and you donât see me as rude like everybody else does. and even though youâre naive and helpless sometimes, i like that you are. i like you.â
âbut youâre megumi fushiguroâŠâ you squeaked.
âso?â
âand iâm a loser.â
he laughed so cutely and shook his head, his pearly whites fully shining at you so big that it took you back to the first time he smiled in front of you.
âno youâre not you big dummy.â
he let go of your cheeks and placed his palms flat against the brick wall behind you, cornering you in as he let his head hang low, the top of his spiky black hair the only thing in your line of vision.
âi donât know how else i can make you seeâŠâ
he sounded so exhausted, and your heart clenched.
âwas itââ you timidly placed your hands on his shoulders. âwas it actually you that kissed me?â
he nodded, head still hung.
âand do you actually like me? likeâ like more than a friendâŠâ
âway fucking more,â he mumbled.
you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to contain yourself from screaming.
you couldnât believe it. the megumi fushiguro, number eighteen, the most handsome man youâve ever seen and the kindest one youâve ever met⊠liked you.
âi couldâve sworn i kissed you..â you spoke softly, trailing off.
âyou didnât.â his voice was firm. âi kissed you and i put my hand up your thighâŠâ his forehead lifted to rest on the crook of your neck as he sighed a deep breath.
âi toldâ i told takuma to scram at the banquet because i got jealous that you were talking to him more than me. i saw you crying in the hall that first time we spoke and i recognized you and i went up to you because finallyââ
he picked his head up slowly, eyes serious. âfinally, you noticed me.â
he was so close that your nose brushed gently with his.
âyouâre so dense y/nâŠâ
megumiâs eyes flickered to your lips, âiâve wanted you since the party.â
âthe party?â you murmured.
he nodded. âthe party where your friend first met yuji.â
your breath hitched as you felt his hands slide down the wall and snake over your hips, holding you tightly against him as the shock of his words made your body numb and tingly.
since the party?
it all seemed to click into place then, every single moment megumi tried to get you to look at him, to talk to him, in his own discreet way that you were completely oblivious to. and you were so fucking caught up in this fog of denial, that a person like megumi could never be interested in a person like you, that it made you push him away for the longest time without even giving yourself a chance.
you were so fucking stupid.
your arms slowly wrapped around his broad shoulders, the rough feeling of his baseball uniform underneath your fingertips and arms as you pressed your nose up against his shoulder shyly, feeling so incredibly bad for avoiding megumi for so long.
âiâm sorryâŠâ you mumbled. âiâm sorry i was so oblivious gumi.â
you felt him shake his head from the crook of your neck silently, the vibration of his heart beating rapidly against you making you sweat and melt at the same time.
âdonât be.â
âi justââ you struggled. âi just thought you didnât like me like i liked you and i wanted to respect your spaceâŠâ
âi understand,â he muttered. âbut i donât want you to respect my space anymore.â
you held him tighter.
âandââ your voice was slightly muffled by his shoulder.
âhm?â
âi liked it when you put your hand on my thighâŠâ
megumi stilled, you playing the night he kissed you over and over in your head again like youâve done since it happenedâ the thought making you nervous and timid.
he gripped you tighter.
âdid you?â
you nodded, âmhm.â
megumi without parting from you, slipped a hand under your shirt and soothed his fingers over the bare skin of your torso, your breathing stuttering, his rough hand radiating warmth.
âwhat else do you like.â
you gripped the fabric of his uniform.
âi like⊠i like the way you kissed me. and how you touch me⊠like right now.â
your voice was so so soft, practically a whisper as he seemed to shiver under your words, wanting more.
âwhat else.â
âyou,â you mumbled. âyour body⊠your hair⊠your face⊠your hands⊠the way you talk to people.â
âyou want me?â he murmured breathlessly.
âmore than anything.â
âwhat else do you like?â
you leaned your head back a little and pressed your lips to his ear. âthe way you play ball.â
he hummed, âyou like the way i play baby?â
you nodded, your heart hammering.
he lifted his face from the crook of your neck and shamelessly pressed his lips to your cheek, murmuring.
âyou wanna see what else i can do?â
âwhatâ what else?â
megumiâs face remained pressed against your cheek as he let both of his hands now snake underneath your shirt and upwards, slowly but roughly groping the cup of your tits over your bra, feeling you up as you gasped.
âuh huh..â he pressed an open mouthed wet kiss to your pink fuzzy cheek. ââcause i can do a lot more than just be your cool baseball man.â
he roughly spun you around and pushed you up against the wall, his hands coming back up to your breasts to grope you as he shoved and rubbed his hardened clothed dick against your perky ass, your tiny skirt riding up and revealing your pretty pink panties that made him absolutely feral.
âgumi!â you gasped. âsâsomeone could seeââ
âi donât fucking care.â
megumi buried his nose further into the back of your neck and your hair, him being a little pervert in the most delicious and intoxicating way possible.
he dragged his mouth up against your skin and latched on to the nape of your neck, sucking and biting sloppily against it as he marked you aggressively, no doubt in your mind that a purple bruise would follow soon after as his hands slipped under your bra now, pinching your hard nipples meanly and laughing when you jumped.
you moaned and whined against the wall, your body trembling as you felt your slick arousal slip from your hole and dampen your panties, choked up embarrassment coating your face as he shoved his fingers down your skirt without warning.
âyouâre soaked babyâŠâ he whispered. âand all because i grabbed your tits?â
âmegumiiiâŠâ you whined, and you squeaked as he quickly slipped his fingers in between your pussy lips and pinched your clit.
âgumi,â he corrected. âfix it.â
âgâgumiââ
âgood, pretty baby...â he praised, his dick rock fucking solid against your ass at the way his fingers slipped and slid in between your lower lips without much effort, both of your chests heaving and panting as your brains frazzled erotically.
the sounds of footsteps echoed from the end of the hall and you both immediately froze, a gasp slipping past your lips before megumi quickly covered your mouth with the same hand that was just fingering you.
âshh.â he kissed the back of your head.
if anyone were to walk in and see the sight before themâ megumi with his crotch pressed up against your ass, a hand pushing your top and bra up, squeezing your bare puffy tit and the other covering your mouth?
theyâd drop dead.
without another moment wasted, megumi uncovered your mouth and turned you around, his tongue darting out and licking the patch of wet on your cheek from his fingers before shoving them in his mouth, sucking up your left over juice as he bent down and wrapped his arms around your legs, lifting and throwing you over his shoulder.
megumi was freaky.
your eyes widened as he walked to the double doors of the locker room and kicked it open with his foot, turning around to lock them shut before walking to a corner and setting you down gently on a bench, his palms flat beside you on the smooth wood as he towered over you.
âisâ is everybody gone?â
âlong gone.â he nibbled at your cheek.
âbutâ but what if someone wants to come in?ââ
he pulled away and got down on his knees. âiâll tell them to fuck off.â
you panted as he pressed his hands against your thighs and squeezed, spreading them apart slowly with his eyes trained to your drenched cute pink panties.
he slid his hands underneath your thighs and lifted, bending you and pressing your knees closer to you as your back hit the lockers behind you, your hands gripping the bench for dear life.
âhas anyone ever seen your pussy?â he gruffed, licking his lips.
you shook your head, embarrassed. ânâno.â
âhas any other man touched you the way iâve touched you?â
âmâmaybe in high school?ââ
megumi sunk his teeth into your inner thigh and bit you as you yelped.
âthought you liked me.â
âi do!â you sputtered.
âclearly not if youâre being a little whore and letting other filthy men on you.â
your hole clenched.
âthatâ that was before you!â
he stuck his tongue out and pressed it flat against your pussy covered panties, dragging it slowly and agonizingly up until the tip of his tongue passed and flicked up against your clit, the tip moving around and around your little nub as your thighs shook.
âdoesnât matter.â he let a string of drool fall from the corner of his lips and over your ruined underwear, your eyes fluttering as you felt his warm saliva ooze in between your lips.
âand what about takuma, hm?â
you tried to open your eyes. âtaâtakuma?â
âmhm. he was all over you.â
you hiccuped as he wrapped his fingers around the straps of your panties and pulled them down.
âiââ
âbet he wanted to do to you what iâm doing right nowâŠâ he hummed. âwould you have let him?â
he stuffed his nose into your bare pussy and inhaled deeply, your jaw dropping as you squeezed your eyes shut.
your lack of response caused him to pull away and bite your thigh again, harder.
âwould you?â
ânâno!â you shook your head quickly, strands of your hair lightly grazing your face. âi wouldnâtââ
âso who then?â he licked over his bite mark. âwho would you spread your legs open for like this and let them see what a nasty fucking girl you areâŠâ
âyou gumi!â you hiccuped. âjust youââ
âjust me?â
megumi finally let his tongue slither itself in between your folds, slowly running over your flaps and clit as your hole continued to squelch out your arousal, pooling on the bench beneath you.
âyâyes!â
he slobbered and spit over your pussy like a starved dog, his face glistening like sugary glazed sweets.
âthatâs what i fucking thought,â he hummed. âyou gonna try and forget me again?â
âno!â you shook your head. ânever! i canât!â
he gripped your thighs tighter as he absolutely violated your folds then, wet sloshing and slurpings filling the air as he spat and shook his head side to side rapidly on your clit, you squealing and attempting to snap your thighs shut in response, his strong grip not letting you even if you tried.
âiâi canât!â you cried. âgumi slow please itâs too muchââ
âbe a pretty baby and stop complaining.â he ran his slimy tongue over your pussy entirely before shoving it inside your hole.
you choked and clasped a trembling hand over your mouth, tears of ecstasy spilling from the corners of your eyes as you squeezed them shut.
you whimpered and moaned and cried so pathetically, so cutely in his ears that he grinned as he pumped his tongue in and out of you filthily.
âyouâre so fucking sweetââ he slapped your cunt and you jumped. âgood thing i have a sweet tooth.â
your legs shook violently as you began to see stars, your tight hole clenching and sputtering around nothing as you felt your release approaching.
âgumiââ your hand flew back to the bench and you gripped it. âmâgonna cum! iâmâ iâm gonna make a messââ
megumiâs hand shot up and wrapped around one of your thighs so the tips of his fingers met your clit, his digits proceeding to rub and flick it as you climbed and reached your high, a high pitched scream echoing through the steamy locker room as your pussy leaked your sweet cum on his tongue.
you shuddered and jumped at the way he cleaned up your release and swallowed it, running his tongue soothingly over the bite marks on your thighs before coming back up and wiping his glistening face with his sleeve.
megumi leaned in and pressed a gentle loving kiss to your lips, a complete turn around from the feral beast you had in between your legsâ you kissing him back with just as much feel and affection.
he pulled back and got back up on his feet, you watching him ditzy as he jogged over to his locker and turned the lock until it clicked open, him rummaging inside for a little before he shut it and came back with a fresh pair of gray sweatpants.
âput these on baby,â he murmured.
you nodded sweetly and took them from him, you slipping off your skirt and pulling his sweatpants over as you watched him bend and look over corners.
âwhat are you looking for?â you asked softly.
he perked up then and stuck his hand under a bench, pulling out your wet ruined pink panties and holding them up high like a trophy.
âoh my godââ you covered your mouth in embarrassment. âgive me those!â
ânope.â he shook his head and walked over to his duffel bag on the floor, unzipping it before stuffing your panties inside. âthese are mine now.â
megumi came back up and wrapped his palm underneath your chin, tilting your face up softly before planting a sweet kiss to your swollen lips.
âand so are you.â
and that you were.
you went on many many dates with megumi after that, each and every single one so incredibly lovely and fun, a genuine connection you felt with him and each other that you had never ever felt before in your life, absolutely enamored by the way he gently treated you and made you feel like the only one that mattered in his life.
your best friend was obviously over the moon for you, squealing like a maniac at everything you told her, and always teased megumi about his lovesick face whenever you came to his games or appeared in the locker room to help him change, sort his clothes, or fix his hair.
âmegumiâŠâ she snickered. âyour cheeks are a little red! are you likeâ sick?â
he scowled at her and turned the other way, wiping his sweaty forehead as he watched you bounce down the steps cutely and onto the field after one of his practices, a huge smile on your face that replicated on his.
the minute you jumped into his arms, he peppered your little cheeks with kisses as you giggled and ruffled his spiky hair, asking him how he felt about practice and other things after he set you down.
without anyone noticing, a journalist was on the field, and at the sight of megumi fushiguroâs beaming toothy smile as he watched you run to him, they quickly snapped a photo and published it.
one was a perfect portrait photo of his shining white smile (that later became his signature picture) and the other was a photo of his arms out for you as you ran, the both of them causing an absolute uproar that altered megumiâs image from that day forward.
megumi fushiguro was thought to be the meanest player on the team since the day he got signed.
but when he started taking more pictures with fans, kind of stopped offending the people around him, signed more autographs, and smiled occasionally at the paparazziâ all while your pretty self stood right next to him?
megumi fushiguro was sometimes the meanest player on the team.
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ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.
soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)
interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?
"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."
soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.
"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.
soap nods. "ah'll be there."
"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."
yeah, he'd hate to have that.
soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.
maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.
"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.
simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"
soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."
the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.
you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.
"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."
you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."
your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-
"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"
he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.
"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."
you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.
"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"
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Could you do one of Simon forgetting to bring his lunch and so his wife brings it except she turns up in a cute sundress??
mail-order bride (18+)
"simon...simon riley?" you ask.
the officer raises a brow, looking down at your ID and then back at your face. he frowns a little, scratching the back of his neck.
"he's a lieutenant," you add, biting your lip. "uhm...and he works with...with john."
"john?"
you suck in a shaky breath, biting your lip nervously.
"captain john price?"
the officer just glares at you a little before picking up his radio.
"yes, ma'am. wait here."
he turns his back to you, walking a little ways away, and you hear him speak into the radio lowly.
"...got a civilian here asking for lieutenant riley..."
"...negative, sir..."
"...oh. affirmative, sir. right away."
the officer comes back, giving you your ID back. he looks sheepish now all of the sudden, and he smiles at you, which unnerves you almost.
"u-uh, so sorry ma'am. you can park near the main office, right that way," he points to a building far to the left, "i'll have someone come meet you there to take you inside. again, apologies...we're going to put you on a list, mrs. riley."
you frown a little, shrugging. you're not upset. it's a miltiary base, for christ's sake, and you've never been here; of course they would be apprehensive about letting you in. but the private looks terrified out of his mind, so you just smile a little and make your way towards the parking spot he pointed out.
when you get out of the car, you push the door closed with your hip, picking up the bag in the passenger seat. there's a woman standing by the door, smiling and waving at you. she looks very smart, in a nice pantsuit. you smooth your dress down, smiling back at her, and you swing your purse over your shoulder before making your way to her.
"hello, mrs. riley. the lieutenant's wife, i hear?" she asks. you nod and shake her hand.
"y-yes...he...he said he was just doing administrative stuff today, but he forgot some things so...i just wanted to do something nice--"
"right!" she nods her head towards the door. "i can escort you to his office. uhm...i believe he's debriefing with captain price this afternoon, but i'm sure he can make some time." she winks at you when she says that, and you bite back a shy smile.
she takes a seat at her desk, picking up the phone. she yaps for a few minutes, and you take a seat in an empty chair, smoothing your skirt out. your wearing one of simon's favorites, the cherry-printed mini dress he loves so much, but you realize maybe he might not be the only one. there's a myriad of privates and soldiers that walk past you, and you hear some whistles by some of the bolder ones. you suddenly feel very self conscious, tucking your legs underneath yourself. you're wearing white strapped wedges, your hair styled nicely with a bow to match the dress, but now you feel silly, stupid.
why would you go to a military base dressed like a fucking pin-up girl?
"wot are you doin' 'ere?" a rough voice demands.
mmm. that's why.
you look up from your chair, smiling wide when you see him. simon stands with his arms crossed over his tact vest, tilting his head to the side as he glares at you from under his skull mask. you've never seen him strapped before, though. he's got a gun tucked into his thigh holster.
"h-hi," you pick up the basket next to you, standing up, and when you come close, simon is rough, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you near him with a short growl.
"oi," he snaps, but you just flutter your lashes at his harsh voice, smiling bigger. "can't fuckin' come 'ere lookin' so pretty."
you giggle, and even though you're wearing heels, you still find yourself standing on your toes as you try to get close to him.
"you forgot what i packed for you, simon. how could you forget?" you pout a little. he sighs deeply, smoothing his gloved hand down your back before nodding his head.
"c'mon. can't 'ave ya out here. fuckin' muppets starin' at my wife."
he turns and immediately starts walking. he's entirely too fast, and you skip in your wedges practically to try and keep up with him. when he notices, he slows his pace, and you grip the basket better in your hand before reaching for his with the other.
your hands intertwine, and you look around as you walk, reading the plaques on the wall, the shiny medals, waving at johnny when you see him holding a bag of crisps upside over his open mouth.
when simon shuts the door behind you in a dark office, you set the basket down on the desk, pushing back the kitchen towel fabric.
"okay, so i brought those muffins you like from that little shop. they had blueberry this morning, oh my gosh, simon, they also started putting out these little scones that--oh!" you gasp as he grabs you from the fat of your hips, a big flat palm over the base of your spine as he pushes you flat onto your stomach onto the desk. "simon!"
simon sucks on his teeth as he flips up your skirt, letting out a low whistle as he palms your ass, spreading the fat of it so he peek at the seam of the white lace you're wearing. you lay your palms against the desk and whimper, not used to simon being so rough, so upfront, so bold.
"can't just come here all dressed up, baby," simon grunts, shaking his head. "and not expect me to take wot i need...been surrounded by nothing but wankers all fuckin' day..."
you relax a little, giggling.
"simon," you sigh, your eyes closing as you push your hips back into his hands. "i missed you so much..."
"tha' why y'came down 'ere, luvvie?" he asks, smirking under the mask. "ya missed me? missed y'r husband? what'd ya miss, baby? tell me."
you arch your back a little, bowing it, and you laugh when he gives your ass a firm grab before picking you up and spinning you around, caging you against the desk. you smile up at him, dazed, a little dizzy, and he winks at you, eye-black dark and deadly around those killer brown eyes. he's so big, so hot, and you're suddenly very aware of how big simon looks in all his gear.
"i don't know," you say softly. "it's so cold in bed at night..."
simon snorts, "tha' right? 's cold? the lil' shits don't keep ya warm?"
"our girls like to sleep on your pillow, i think they miss you, too."
"fuckin' lil' bastards," simon chuckles, and you sigh, sliding your hands up his vest and tugging him just a little closer. your spread your knees to let him between them, and he reaches down and grips your thighs, hiking them up around his hips as he sits you onto the edge of the desk. "fuck, you're so fucking pretty..."
you tilt your head back for him.
"i miss eating with you. it's so quiet when you're not around."
"mmm. i bet, luv."
"and i miss you when i'm alone," you whisper. "i miss you when it's just me..."
simon narrow his eyes, "tell me, swee'eart."
you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down towards you. you kiss him over the mask, tasting sand and ash, licking over his lips through the cotton. it's lewd, disgusting, but he groans under the fabric.
"when, simon? when?" you ask, and he hums lowly.
"when? 'ow about right now?"
"no way, you're so gross, simon," you giggle. "our first time is not going to be on a desk in some dingy office where you work--"
you seize when he cups you between the thighs, big gloved hand palming your cunt through your lace panties. you arch your back and gasp, gripping his biceps tight as you lean into his touch.
"don't need t'make it our first time," simon tilts his head to the side. "can still make it real fuckin' nice, baby."
"oh, now you wanna touch me?" you suck in a shaky breath. "just because some of your men wanna look up my skirt?"
"oh, for tha', i'll make ya scream my bloody name, for oll of them ta hear," he growls, and you smile wide up at him.
"guess they need to learn i'm a lieutenant's wife," you giggle, and simon whistles low, tugging your panties to the side, and you whimper when you he prods at your entrance with two big gloved fingers.
"ahhhh..." simon hisses. "ya like tha' title, tha' it, baby? yeah...yeah you like tha'..."
"i like it," you whine, and when he meets your watery eyes, he plunges those big fingers deep, thumbing at your clit. your mouth falls open, your nails digging into his sleeves, and you suddenly wish you had asked him to take you to get your nails done so you could really claw it. "i like it..."
"could make these boys lick the fuckin' ground ya walk on," he mutters, and you whine when a particular rough thrust of his hand squelches between your thighs. "they'd do anythin' to please me, baby...even johnny would chew your bloody food for ya if i asked him to--"
you reach down and grip his wrist, your thighs shaking as you jolt. it feels so good, your entire body is on fire. his fingers are petting a nice little spot inside of you, stroking it as he pumps his hand nice and steady inside of you. his thumb is working you in gooey circles, flicking at your clit and putting taut the little string in your lower belly. your whole brain feels like it's fizzling, your blood rushing, and you stick out your tongue, licking over his masked jaw as you start to feel like you're gonna pass out from the wet slick, slick, slick sounding from your wet cunt.
"simon--simon--" you pant, and he groans, nodding his head.
"so pretty, baby," simon breathes. "so fuckin' tight, gonna 'ave to work ya open before i give ya my cock, lovey..."
"it's so big," you mumble, and simon coos, nodding his head.
"i know, baby, i know, 's big, real big...but you can take it, remember?" he laughs. "you can take it woteva i give you..."
you nod.
"i can take it--i can take it--!"
your vision blurs. there's tears coming down your face, sweat lining your forehead, your back, but you can't wipe the giggly, lazy smile off your face. simon cups the back of your head with his free hand, sitting you up, and when he pulls his fingers out from between your legs, his gloves are stuck to his hand practically, completely soaked through.
"y'r so pretty when y'cum," he murmurs, and you stick out your tongue for him. he gets the message, shoving his mask up just enough, and he bends to kiss you warm and wet.
"well then," you meet his eyes, all languid, all relaxed, a devious little grin on your sweet face. "why don't you give me another then?"
simon grins, all teeth.
"woteva ya want."
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Thereâs A String Tied to My Lower Left Rib, Third From The Bottom
dick grayson x afab!reader
aka the professional boyfriend
warnings: she/her pronouns used, reader wears dresses, sexual content at the end (18+)
Dick Grayson is a vigilante. Heâs a master martial artist and gymnast. Heâs something of a playboy and a heavy flirt. But the claim he really takes pride in is that heâs basically a professional boyfriend. That heâs your professional boyfriend.
And pride really is the right word. Heâs so proud that he gets to have this pretty girl on his arm and buy her pretty things even when you insist you have enough. He loves getting to help you take your makeup off when youâre too tired and make you laugh like itâs his job. Heâs absolutely gratified that he gets to be your prodigal, sweet boyfriend that, despite your protests, insisted on carrying all five of your shopping bags for you.
You step over an uneven stretch in the sidewalk and lean slightly against Dickâs shoulder. âIâm worried the navy one is tooâŠmuch.â You say, thinking back to how the blue cocktail dress fit on you, how it stopped barely below your ass.
He furrows his eyebrows with a pout, âToo much?â
You look over at him, matching his expression. âItâs really short. I mean itâs cute and I like it, butâŠI donât know, this is kind of a fancy event isnât it?âÂ
He puckers his lips, shaking his head. âShortâs good. I like short.â Yeah, youâd noticed with the way his eyes had been glued to the hem of your dress, willing it to slip up just a little more.
You laugh, âAnd Iâm sure you and all the old businessmen will appreciate it greatly.â
His face drops at that, not thrilled at the prospect of those, usually very sleazy, old men getting to see so much of you. âThe black oneâs good too.â
You peer over into one of the bags, âOr thereâs the red one with theââ
Dick shakes his head quickly, âNot red.â
You snicker at that, knowing full well what his problem is with it. âThen why did I get it?â
âJust for me.â He pauses, âOr for something my brother wonât be at.â He mumbles, scanning both sides of the street. He shuffles the bags in his right hand onto his forearm so he can take your hand in his as you step into the road. âNo, the black one looked great on you. And we wonât have to go searching for a matching tie.âÂ
Once you reach the other side he lets go of your hand and he circles behind you, nudging you over to the inside of the sidewalk.
You glance down at the row of bags littering his arms and the red indents beginning to mark his skin. âWill you please let me hold some?â You frown.
âWill you please hold my hand?â He echoes, matching your serious tone with faux urgency of his own. You deadpan him but take his hand anyway. You donât notice it, but heâs got a dedicated gaze focused on your fingers intertwined in his.
You continue on down the street, hand in hand, the warm sun shining on your necks. You pick up the pace a bit as you approach your apartment building, aiming to get the door for your boyfriend. You reach for the handle only for Dick to call out, âDonât touch that!â followed by him clamoring like youâre about to touch a hot coal, rushing over to beat you to the punch.
âOh my god..â you mumble to yourself, biting back a smile. The bags haphazardly fall further down his arms, no doubt uncomfortably as he pulls the door open for you, pretending to be far more eloquent than he actually was. He gestures you in and smiles sweetly at you when you give him a flat look.Â
âWhat is wrong with you?â You ask, glancing over your shoulder at him with amusement glittering across your face as you dig for your keys.
âNot a thing.â He grins, watching with adoration as you open the apartment door. Frankly, youâre surprised he didnât attempt to juggle the bags and unlock the door himself.
He kicks the door shut behind him as you help slide the bags off of his wrists, piling them on the counter. âWhen do we need to leave?â
âUhâŠâ he glances at the wall clock, âNot till seven.â He places his hands nicely on your waist, looking down at your lips. âYou wanna get something to eat before we go?â
You muse, âThis is the one with those mini stakes, isnât it?â He nods. âNo, I wanna get my fill on those. Oh, and the bruschettas! I love these caterers.â
His eyes flicker back up to meet yours, a sly smile playing on his lips.Â
You break away from his gaze and turn to the counter, preparing to scoop the shopping bags up when youâre interrupted by his relentless fervor.
âAh, ah.â He hooks a finger into the loop of your jeans, tugging you back to him. âGive me a kiss.âÂ
âDick.â
âJust one.â Yeah, right. You oblige him though, pushing up on your toes to meet his lips. His thumb strokes your cheek as he kisses you deeply. You break the kiss after a moment only for him to chase your lips to follow it up with another. And then another. And another. He hums against your lips, smiling wide. âThank you, baby.â
You pull back again and smile as you stop his chest with your hand when he follows. âAh, Iâm not new around here. I know where thisâll go if I let you.â
He nods complaisantly, âThen let me.â His eyes are focused on the small space between you, where his touch lingers along your ring finger. You lean up again and place a kiss on his forehead that has him getting hopeful, only to be met with disappointment when you back away from him, bags in hand. He throws his head back with a groan just to really hammer home the severity of his dismay. Â
It doesnât last too long though because the second youâre back in the room heâs trailing after you like a puppy, following you down to the couch. You roll your eyes at him when he opts to sit ridiculously close to you, though thereâs a ghost of a smile on your lips that makes your act lose all credibility.  Â
He nestles his face into the crook of your neck and is clearly very pleased when you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You exhale contentedly, resting your cheek against his head. You lie idle like that for a few minutes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and casting a daydreaming gaze out the window. And apparently, he was daydreaming too.Â
âI wanna marry you.â He murmurs into your neck after a while.Â
You laugh incredulously, âHave you been drinking when I have my back turned?â
ââM serious.â He nudges you off him so he can look at you.
You hum, sweeping his hair back from his forehead. âYouâre being veryâŠâ you scrunch up your mouth to the side, ââŠOstentatious today.âÂ
He barks out a laugh, âWow. Word-A-Day teach you that one?â
You shove at his forehead back with no real force, biting back a giggle. His eyes flicker back and forth between your mouth and the crinkle in your eyes as he grins. âIâm going to let that one go because you got me some really nice clothes today. As your repayment.â you say, running your finger over his lips.Â
He takes your hand, pressing a firm kiss to it. âLet me marry you?âÂ
You sigh bashfully, âDickââ
âPlease?â He sticks his bottom lip out and gives you his puppy eyes, causing you to avert your gaze quickly. Youâre not convinced he doesnât have a superpower in that area.
You know heâs not really proposing right now, heâs too much of a romantic to do it like this. Heâs just getting the idea in your head, getting you excited about it. Itâs working.
âIâd be such a good husband to you.â He kisses your collarbone, âSo good.â He murmurs against your skin, lips never departing. You struggle to keep your face neutral, making a point of closing your eyes in an attempt to increase your odds of success. Heâs being nice though, you know. To let you play pretend right now when you know he could break your facade in a second if he really wanted to. Â
âMrs. GraysonâŠâ he squeezes your hips, lips traveling further down. âDoesnât that sound pretty?â
It really does. Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât thought about marrying him before. Heâs nothing if not husband material and honestly you really really want to hear him call you his wife. Call him your husband.
Your hand moves to his hair, petting it softly as he goes on. âBuy you a nice ring. Pretty white dress ân a big party just for you.â He brushes your shirt up and trails open mouthed kisses down your stomach. Your chest feels warm and you can feel your pulse thrumming all throughout your body.
He slowly guides your underwear down your thighs, his lips following the hem close behind. âCome home to you every night, kiss these pretty thighs,â He scoops both of your hands up in one of his, pinning them to your stomach. âKiss this pretty pussy.â He places a chaste kiss on your clit and looks up at you expectantly.
Youâre not nearly as hesitant on this as youâre pretending to be, and you both know it. But heâs perfectly fine with begging a little while you pretend youâre not lightheaded at the idea of marrying him. âIâll think about itâŠâÂ
He grins at you before going in on your core without mercy.
Heâs trying real hard to land that promotion.
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ââ â GOOD MORNING, BABY !! â
âŸââ§âș...ft. : g. satoru + g. suguru + n. kento + f. toji + k. choso + t. fumihiko
âŸââ§âș...cw : somnophilia (pre-agreed on), thigh fucking, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, dirty talk, praise and degradation, mommy kink, breeding kink, satoru and toji are just filthy, choso is so cute and needy, kento is the sweetest husband, it's just really fucking dirty im not sorry
âŸââ§âș...synopsis : which jjk characters would fuck your thighs while you're sleeping bc they're horny but don't wanna wake you up !!
who does it to tease you âŽ
⧠g. satoru ; satoru tries to wake you up, but you just don't want to. and by try, he means he blew into your ear just for you to huff and smack him away, grumbling to let you sleep or you'd bite him. ohh, you are so cute, he just really can't help himself
âlook at my pretty girl, such a messâŠtsk, wish she'd wake up, now i gotta fuck her soft, pretty thighs instead of that pretty lil' pussy." âaww, your pussy 's so noisy! listen t' her...she's all wet, she's cryin' f'me to fuck her, isn't she? aww, poor thing...â âooh, are you cumming, baby? cumming in your sleep like a slutty little girl while I fuck your thighs, so preciousâŠâ
⧠g. suguru ; suguru's hands move up and down your soft curves while he grinds against your thighs, quiet, sticky noises sounding in the room. you're so adorable, he wants to shake you awake but teasing you with his thick cock nudging against your clit is so much more fun
âyouâve always been so responsive, i didnât think my dick between your thighs would get you like this, princess.â âoh? was that my name? donât tell me youâre having a wet dream about me. so dirty, baby, thinking of me like that while sleeping when Iâm right here with you.â âdonât you wanna wake up and move my cock somewhere other than your thighs? c'mon, princess, wake up for me.â
who does it because they are desperate âŽ
⧠k. choso ; not outright fucking you is painful, but he doesnât want to wake you up. Heâs so fucking hard, that dream affected him more than he thought, and before he knew it, he was fucking your thighs, not caring how loud he was being.
âbaby, baby, fuck, hoohmygodd, please! need y'so bad, so fuckin' soft, so soft, fuck, could d' this to you all the time, never wanna stop, p-please, god, 'm gonna cum all over you-!â âsticky fuckin' p-pussy's beggin' me t' fuck it, b-but wanna see you look at me. c'mon, c-c'monnn, please wake up, let me stick it in, o-or 'm gonna waste it a-and cum all over your cunt.â âoh, mmh, âm cumming, âm cumming, baby, i-iâll clean y' up after, g'nna fuck you again 'n' again 'n' againnn, fuck, âm cumming-!â
⧠t. fumihiko ; poor thing, fumihiko honestly tries to deal with it by himself, trying to just jerk off in the bathroom, but it doesn't work. he knew what he needed, he needed you, needed to touch and feel you around him. with shaky hands holding your thighs, he slides his aching cock between your thighs, moaning so cutelyâŠand when you wake up and start cooing to him, he absolutely loses himself.
âiâm-iâm gonna mess you up so bad, been wantinâ to leave you a mess for so long, so fucking long, 'm g-gonna cum all over your pretty thighs. 's okay, right? right? mmh, okay, 'm gonna do it, 'm gonna cum on 'em.â ây-yeah, yeah, fuck, your thighs are so soft, feel so good around my cock, gonna cum all over them, m-ma'am.â â's so much cum, i canât stop cumming, m-mommy, âm losing my mind, love your thighs, they're so soft, s' soft, thank you, thank you, thank you-!â
who wakes you up âŽ
⧠f. toji ; itâs not uncommon for toji to wake up in the middle of the night, cock hard in his sweats. can you blame the guy when he's sleeping next to the sexiest woman he's ever laid his eyes on. he thanks whatever god there is for giving him a wife like you who lets him fuck your soft thighs until you wake up up so he can stuff you full of cum instead of wasting it on your stomach.
ââs time to wake up, mama, donâ ya wan' me t' fuck your needy cunt 'stead of these pretty thighs?â âaw, y'look soooo cute and dumb right nowâŠmy pretty thing. c'mon, spread those legs for me, mama, toji's gonna take care of ya.â âdid y' dream 'bout me fucking your thighs? yeah? mm, youâre takin' my cock like you wanted me t' fuck you awakeâŠhm? you want that next time? mm, iâll keep it in mind, baby girl, now shut up and let me fuck you dumb.â
⧠n. kento ; he usually only does this when heâs very very frustrated from working, coming home to see his pretty baby in one of his button-ups sleeping, thighs out in the open. he canât help himself, softly calling your name as he slides his hard cock slowly in and out between your thighs, giving you soft smile when you wake up.
âsorry to wake you, darling, I know itâs late, but I need you. you just...look so beautiful, i couldn't help himself.â âyou were responding so cutely in your sleepâŠwould you rather I be inside you? ask nicely, honey, and Iâll give you what you want. you know a good husband does whatever his wife asks.â âso, so pretty like this, i could fuck you for days. should i do that, my sweet girl? mm, maybe i should take tomorrow off and keep you in bed all take, make sure that my seed takes. what do you think, sweetheart, you want me to give you a baby?â
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âč àŁȘ Ëâïž daydreaming about...
đ©âĄđȘaged up characters, MDNIđ©âĄđȘ
sweet boyfriend yuuji who is just so proud to be yours. he's standing with a group of friends, aimlessly talking and laughing when he sees you walk out of your dorm, his attention immediately stolen by the way your sundress hugs your hips. "damn, do you see her?" like he hadn't just walked you to class thirty minutes earlier in the same outfit. "she's so pretty, isn't she?" even after a year of dating, you still manage to leave him awestruck every time he sees you.
sweet boyfriend yuuji who purposefully leaves lots of extra clothes at your house. at first, he said it was just so that he didn't have to bounce between your apartment and his as much, but after stopping by late one night and seeing you curled up on the couch in nothing but his hoodie and a pair of knee-high socks, he suddenly abandoned nearly all of his clothing at your place instead, absolutely enamored by how cute you looked walking around with his t-shirts hanging off of your shoulder.
sweet boyfriend yuuji who knows all of your favorites- from snacks to pizza toppings to your longwinded coffee order that he rattles off like a pro in the drive-through, not missing a beat when asking for two extra pumps of vanilla with oatmilk and a strawberry cakepop, though the cakepop usually ends up with a bite mysteriously missing out of the side of it by the time it gets to you.
sweet boyfriend yuuji who sincerely loves listening to you yap. your coworker said what to her boyfriend? and he didn't even deny it? "oh, he's so guilty- he's not even trying to hide it at this point!" yuuji scoffs, completely enthralled by the gossip though he's never met either one of these people in his life. he's always asking you questions though, always encouraging you to keep talking. always wanting to know all the little details of your world, no matter how big or how small.
sweet boyfriend yuuji who looks up at you as he pulls your underwear to the side, light flickering through his golden stare as his fingers begin to carefully dip into you. "aw, does it feel that good, baby?" he has to bite back a smile at how pouty your nod is, your walls desperately clenching around him. "so wet already," he muses, his mouth suddenly hovering over your center. "you must've really missed me today, huh?" a cute little yelp escapes you as he finally leans in to give you want you want, flattening his tongue against you in a way that makes both of you moan. "yeah, i can tell."
sweet boyfriend yuuji who grabs onto the headboard for support as his hips meet yours, letting out the prettiest, headiest noises. "where do you want me, baby? show me." he pants, eyes glazing over as he watches you place your hand on your tummy. "right there? you sure?" you can barely get out an "mhmm" though before he's thrusting back into you- so attentively and so deeply, the two of watching together as the thick outline of his bulge begins to swell against your skin, his mouth dropping open at how overwhelmingly good it feels. "that's my - girl."
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Rafe with weird girl is a bit more nonchalant and tame compared to JJ with weird girl. he WILL match your freak and thatâs a threat and yeah you might be weird but heâs much weirder he makes you shy. YOU.
weird girl masterlist
MDNI 18+
youâre talkative. Youâre never not talking someoneâs ear off. Most people canât handle it. Sometimes your own friends need a moment of silence. But never JJ.
youâre laid back on your bed, legs spread open as his face hides between you. âdeb deserves so much better. her boyfriend is such an asshole.â you breathe out shakily as he laps at your cunt.
he hums into you, nodding. âshe does, mama. much better.â he dives right back in, your fingers threading through his hair.
âyeah, and the weird thing is she doesnât think she does,â a small moan leaves your lips but you continue. âwe tell her all the time. oh! I forgot the worst part! when they were on a break, he came to the store and-and bought condoms. at her register.â
this makes him pull his face from your heat, eyes wide as he looks down at you. âno fucking way.â
You nod, just as exasperated. âyeah, i know, it was fucking crazyâ you tell him as you push his head back down
youâve gone fishing with him and youâre so damn bored. you came to tan but the suns slowly going down and you're sure youâre as tan as you can be. he adds bait one last time and throws it far into the water. your eyes trail on his strong arms that are flexing under the soft hue of the sunset.
you dont even question your thought. you lean over and chomp down onto his bicep. heâs not even phased. âwhatâs my sunscreen taste like?â he asks as he glances over at you with a pretty smile. it makes your cheeks flush.
âdelicious. wanna try mine?â itâs a joke. but you should know better than to joke like that with him. he doesnât hesitate to drop his rod and rush to you.
a loud laugh leaves you as he tackles you in a hug, making you land on him as he falls to his back on the boat. heâs nipping at your neck, biting and sucking on you. âjj!â you canât stop the happy laughs that leave you.
âyou taste so good, mama!â he trails his lips down to your chest and bites the side of your boob thatâs pressing out of your bikini. it doesnât take long for him to fully take your tit out and bite your pebbled nipple.
âJJ!â
youâre in bed with jj when you realize something. heâs butt naked. âbro, where are your pants?â
âbro, i like letting my balls get airâ
âbro, are you clenching your cheeks right now?â You ask with a laugh as you smack his ass. He lets out a fake moan and pushes his ass to you.
âBro, i loved that. Do it again.â Heâs laying on top of you now, feeling his everything against you. Your hands fall to his butt and you easily squish his cheek. âBro, im getting a boner.â
âYour bro is giving you a boner? Bro, thatâs fruity.â
He nuzzles his face into your neck as you keep smacking his naked butt. âYour little butt is so cuteâ you comment.
âMy butt is NOT smallâ
âYes, itâs a tiny lil bubble buttâ
âThereâs nothing tiny about me, mamaâ you laugh as he rolls his hips into you.
âJJ! Oh my god!â You laugh and try and push him off of you.
Yeah, no one can ever truly grasp JJâs freakâ he leaves you miles behind. Moral of the storyâŠâŠ he wins.
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Ë . ê· đȘ . đŠčËâ LIL LOVE BUG
âź getting a little treat from your girlfriend the morning after
fem!reader x girlfriend!sevika âȘâȘâ€ïžâŹ morning after sex â€ïž reader is booty naked â€ïž surprisly fluffy but a little suggestive towards the end â€ïž not proofread (ă€.ăš) | MDNI
âWake up.â
No response. Sevika rolls her eyes as you simply keep snoring, wondering how the hell youâre still knocked out. She wasnât that roughâŠright? Besides, youâre on your belly, one foot dangling off the edge of the mattress, and the blanket tangled around your waist. How the actual hell has your body not forced itself awake from the sheer amount of discomfort this sleeping position seems like? One wrong move and she doesnât doubt youâd suffocate yourself in the pillows. Seriously, you have no self-preservation whatsoever. The lightbulb is on but no one is home.
At least sheâs getting a nice view of your thighs and ass. Respectfully. Every bite mark, every hickey brings her a sense of giddiness. A little sense of possessive pride. Thatâs her girl lying in her bed and tangled up in her sheets and sporting love bites she made.
âCome on. Wake up, girly. I got you something.â Setting down her gift to you on your nightstand, she gently grasps your shoulder and flips you over, cold metallic fingers of her prosthetic ghosting over the span of your chest and throat until sheâs very gently cupping your face. Thankfully you finally rouse from your sleep, an adorably miffed expression taking over you. Between your squinting eyes and wrinkled nose, you looked like a very upset bunny.
âHand. Itâs cold.â
âItâs metal. Of course itâs cold.â
âOh my god, I know that! Let go!â
A lot of scoffs and eye rolls ensue but Sevika lets your face go, opting to plop down next your bare self. âNice tits, by the way,â she muses. And because sheâs such a good girlfriend she takes a fat squeeze of your tit with her real hand, hot and calloused palm and all.
And clearly you like that, snorting out a laugh as you stretch out your sore body. âOnly for you, babes. Also-â you sit up with a groan, shifty hands snatching a little pastry bag on your nightstand. âYou brought me goodies. Love you!â
She canât help but smile, a real soft smile that sheâd never give to another person, as you open up the bag. A little treat for being such a sweet girl and taking what she gives you every night.
âThis is so cute! Aww, Vika. I love you so much, really!â You hold out a cookie in your palm, a huge grin on your face as you marvel at the treat. With red-and-pink frosting and fondant eyes, it looked like some sort of critter.
âThe cookieâs called âLil Love Bugâ. Seems appropriate for my baby here.â You can tell sheâs proud of herself here and itâs adorable, blowing her a quick kiss before taking a bite of your cupcake.
âYum, itâs chocolate. And the frosting is good too. Want some?â
âMhm. Get over here.â And youâre laughing again as she shamelessly leaned in for a kiss, licking at your frosting-covered lips. Itâs not long until youâre laying down again and pulling Sevika with you, one hand curled around her neck while the other is carefully holding your treat from harm. âEither hurry up and eat that thing or put it down.â
âI have to enjoy this,â you counter, but do as she says by popping it in your mouth. Between chews you hum out, âwell, you can always buy me another.â
âThat I can,â she agrees. âYou look real cute from here.â Thereâs a gentle lull in her voice as she swipes her thumb over your cheek, wiping away any stray crumbs.
Look at you. Making her all soft. Domestic. It should scare her how easily youâve sanded down her rough edges, how youâve easily soothed her into feather-light touches and honeyed whispers of devotion. But she doesnât mind. As you lay bare before her and playfully skim your hands over your body in temptation, she doesnât mind one bit being soft for you.
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â.àłàż*: teddyâs notes: hey guys!! back to bakugou x loser gf headcanons bc i need loveeeee and fluff and you guys need it too!! also not proofread sorry!!
bakugou, who absolutely adores you being yourself. gushing about a topic that interests you, whining over a dress you like, showing off your stupidly colourful nails that only look good on you, clinging onto him when he acts all annoyed and nonchalant â he thinks to himself âwhat a silly girl and wtf did she find in meâ because youâre just so different from him and he is so different from you. but at the end of the day, katsuki finds that the love he has for you is mutual and thatâs a common ground for both of you.
bakugou, who acts like he hates it when you pamper him, but you know better than that. you know that he absolutely loves it when you scratch his head with your nails despite how much he complains about you ruining it; he would never allow you to do that somewhere other than your share home, slapping your hand away with a glare, however, itâs hard to resist once he is comfortable. heâd dodge your hand at first, but youâre insistent, holding his head close as you sneak your hand into his hair and his complaints and curses die down instantly.
bakugou, who doesnât like it when others see him being soft for you. itâs not about you, really, his personal relationship are important to him and the comments piss him off; dunce face getting all smug and shutting up once heâs told that âhe is bitchlessâ, kirishima trying to praise him for opening up which earns him a couple of threatening explosions. mina is sneakier though, she tries to get information out of you, which is a lost cause because you only smile sheepishly and point behind her shoulder where bakugou is standing, a death glare directed towards pinky. you can only watch as he lunges after her, giggling at the sight of her horror and his rage.
bakugou, whose way of showing affection is a little different from what youâd expect a boyfriend to do. it shows in the way he notices your hair sticking out and his hands automatically fly up to fix it; calloused hands stroking down your hair, tucking it behind your ears or even gathering it all into something more neat so it doesnât bother you, or him. if thereâs a thread sticking out of the seams of your clothing and he notices thereâs a micro-explosion going off from his finger where he burns it off and then scowls at your bewildered face. if you ever feel down he will do the small mistake of offering a solution as soon as you get out whatâs on your mind, but then, he will understand that what you need is comfort and provide it the best he can because youâre his best girl.
bakugou, who kisses you unexpectedly because you turn into a jelly right in his arms. your smile turns wobbly and you start stuttering like a total idiot, eyes a little foggy and body heating up invitingly, and katsuki is having the time of his life, whilst trying to keep his own emotions in check since heâs just a guy and cute girl turning all putty in his hold is not an easy thing to resist. âearth to loser,â he bites your cheek playfully before kissing it, soothing the momentary pain, âletâs go to my room.â you can only nod dumbly and let him tug you in the direction of his room with his hand clasped tightly around yours.
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OMG I love your last sevika workđđ
Can we maybe have more oblivious reader ?đ„čđđ
Maybe reader being a total housewife for sevika and loving her VERY much đ (my girl deserve a rest )
Taking care of her â§ââș
thank you for your support ! i totally agree with you, my girl needs a BREAK so heres to giving some loving to sevika when she needs it and implementing a little more oblivious reader :) + a little blurb at the end for fun <3 !!
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You let Sevika over often. She found a kind of comfort at your home, more so than at hers. Her place was kind of.. plain. I mean, it was funded by Silco, and she's barely home to begin with, always out on missions or at the bar.
But after you offered her your key, saying, "You can come over anytime you want, I don't mind." She definitely took up that invitation. But not without teasing you.
"Want me to come whisk you away in the night, huh? I bet you'd like that."
She basically moved in with you, coming home after a particularly hard mission late at night, sliding into bed with you. You would awake at the intrusion and immediately tell her to get up so you could survey her injuries.
Sometimes you'd make her warm soup if you were alert enough, she wrapped her thick arms around you, her warm hand contrasting with the cold metallic of the prosthetic. Breathing deeply into your ear as you stirred the pot.
You just being her cute little wife made her melt.
On the nights you didn't wake, she would let you sleep in, watching the way your eyelids flutter in your slumber. Letting out a deep chuckle at your small snores. Then she would walk over to the window and light a cigarillo before you awoke.
Instead of going to the bar when she was stressed she would lay in your lap on the couch while you massaged her head, making all her worries shrink away. She groans when it feels especially good, and furrows her eyebrows when you giggle at her noises.
Speaking of massages, she loves when you rub her tense shoulders and whisper sweet things to her. Although she would never admit to it, she smiles at your adamant complements when her face isn't in view.
While your fingers work into her broad shoulders she would tell you stories about the people she has met and the places she's been. The places she wants to take you.
She tilted her head back to rest it on your chest, looking up at you with hooded eyelids as a smile adorns your face. Planting a soft kiss to her forehead you continued your motions.
She screams internally when she sees you walk around the house with a cute apron on. "Kiss the cook? Don't mind if I do," She purred, tilting your chin to plant a hot kiss on your lips.
When you asked her if she liked your cooking she was always painfully honest. Especially when it was good. She lets out a huge dramatic sigh at a good bite of a hot meal. And an even more dramatic grimace at a pinch too much salt.
When she stayed the night she would let you put her hair up in the morning, and on occasion help her get dressed. She calls you over to help her with the buttons on her vest, knowing full well she can do it herself. (She just wants to watch your cute concentrated face) Sevika indulges in the brush of your fingers against her chest, soft and gentle.
Her scent lingered when she left for the day, the dull smell of leather and something warm. She tries not to light up a cigarillo in your house often but the smell does inhabit the couch where she often lit one up while you sat all pretty in her lap.
She loved the way you felt atop her thick thighs, your legs dangling in between hers. She rubbed your thigh with her mechanical hand affectionately while she took a drag. These are the moments you savored.
One morning you woke up significantly earlier then Sevika, the dim moonlight peering through your blinds. Glancing at the clock you read " 5 a.m. " You tried to roll over, back into Sevika's chest as an attempt to lull yourself back to sleep. Her warmth radiates on your face and you try to snuggle impossibly closer so that it would spread throughout your body.
After a few minutes of tossing and turning you ultimately decided to get up. You silently cursed your forgetfulness, as the night before you stupidly forgot to draw your curtains. Slowly slipping out of bed you padded your way to the bathroom and flicked on the lights. The soft buzz of the bulb welcomed you as you fixed your messy bedhead in the mirror.
Turning on the faucet, warm water ran over your hands, after splashing it on your face you peered over at the tub. An idea popped into your head. Sevika's had a rough week and she could definitely use some relaxing before the weekend. You smirked at your bright idea. Waking up to a beautiful girl and a warm bath? What's better than that? (Nothing)
Cranking the handle of hot water you tested it, humming to yourself at the temperature. It filled the bath slowly and you watched while you sat on the edge of the tub. Thinking about how Sevika will enjoy your surprise, imagining her cute reaction, and perhaps her lips on yours. At your thoughts you almost drifted to sleep when you were pulled out of your daze by the hot steam hitting your face.
Standing up, you pulled out some soothing bath salts from under your sink, pouring a little into the bath. Swirling the water around with your hands you pumped some soap into the water, coating the surface of the water with bubbles.
When you were satisfied you tip toed back into your room, drying your hands off on your clothes. You giggled at Sevika's large frame on your bed, her snores muffled by the plush pillow on her face. You almost couldnt bring yourself to wake her up.
But you touched her gently on the arm, "Sevi, wake up," You whispered.
When she didn't respond you shook her carefully. She groaned at the intrusion and turned to face you. "What..? it's too early for this," Her husky voice grumbled. She wasn't pleased to see you standing at the edge of the bed instead of laying beside her.
"I have a surprise for you," You whispered sweetly.
This made her squeeze her eyes shut for another second and sigh before running her hands over her face, "Okay, surprise me sweetheart."
You pulled her out of her spot, the blankets pooling on the floor around her feet. Helping her stand up you lead her to the dimly lit bathroom. Her hand was warm in yours, you noted the her light squeeze when she saw what was beyond the bathroom door.
Looking up at her face you saw a small smile grace her features, highlighted by the glow of the light, "All for me?"
You smirked in pride, "Yep! I knew you'd need it. Like it, huh?"
"Always know what I need," She purred while stroking your cheek with a thick finger.
Walking over to the tub, she sat on the edge. Her two fingers beckoned you to come closer, spreading her legs so you could stand between them.
"Join me?"
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scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!
hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!
beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol
pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader
wc: 9.1k
DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.
CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)
have fun ;)
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This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that youâve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Erenâs ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music heâs blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.
âCome on, Eren. Itâs just one night!â
âAnd what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly âbreak upâ?â Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.
âI just canât face him alone,â you sigh, âitâs only been four months and Sasha told me heâs hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I havenât even had a drunken makeout at the bar.â
âSo? Just because Jeanâs been whoring around doesnât mean you have anything to prove.â Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.
âYouâre my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.â
âWho would even believe us? Itâs not like itâs a huge party- we know everyone going.â
You cock an eyebrow. âHow many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connieâs been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other dayââ
âFine!â
âFine?â
âFine. Iâll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,â Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, âIâm going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.â
He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your âdateâ. Heâs in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she wonât consider you to have downgraded, thatâs for sure.
You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.
You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Erenâs typical attire âjust to be cuteâ. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but youâve already gotten everything lined up, and itâs too late for regret.
Itâs far too late for hindsight, too; youâre already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldnât be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if youâre my fake girlfriend, youâre getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
Eren parallel parks smoothly on Arminâs quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friendsâ cars. Itâs Connieâs birthday, but Armin always hosts. Itâs an unspoken rule at this point; you arenât sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.
When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic heâs had since high school. âYou ready?â
âReady as Iâll ever be,â you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. âOw!â
âI open the door, remember?â Eren says, visibly annoyed.
You roll your eyes at him.âIsnât this a bit much?â
âYou think Iâm going to be caught dead letting my âgirlfriendâ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.â
You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. âFine.â
If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.
As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than youâre willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Erenâs fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. âWe better pull this off.â
âItâll be fine, just follow my lead.â Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Arminâs bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.
âHiâŠguys?â Arminâs friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Arminâs wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Arminâs intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.
âSup, âmin?â Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Arminâs shoulder.
âCome on in.â Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesnât outright ask why Erenâs holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.
Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connieâs favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Arminâs recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Arminâs bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that thereâs only one unoccupied seat left in the room.
âMy two favorite lovebirds!â Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sashaâs impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand thatâs closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. âYou guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?â
âLaying it on a little thick, Sash,â you whisper into Sashaâs ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.
âWhat?â Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. âHow long has that been a thing?â
You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explainâ
âJust a few weeks.â The still-strange weight of Erenâs arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Erenâs quite the actor.
âYeah,â you jump in, grateful for Erenâs lead, âwe just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, thatâs all.â
âSasha knew.â Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.
âItâs about time.â Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. âGood for you guys.â
You canât help yourself, finally meeting Jeanâs eyes. Heâs openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.
âThanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,â Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.
The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; youâve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jeanâs comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.
âNot your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.â You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. Itâs been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.
âAnyway,â Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, âwhat bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.â
The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the eveningâs next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter whoâs around.
âI need a drink,â you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.
âDo you mind getting me one, babe? Donât want to lose our seat.â Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jeanâs eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.
Over the years youâve been friends with him, itâs never been lost on you that Erenâs attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like youâre seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jawâs grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and heâs your best friend and now fake boyfriendâ you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.
âWant me to make you one?â Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. âConnie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you canât taste any of it!â
One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. Youâve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sashaâs offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. âUmâŠno, thatâs okay Sash. Iâll probably just stick to beer.â
Connie sticks his tongue out at you. âBoring!â
Predictably, Sasha pouts. âOkay, but weâre definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?â
Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who canât pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.
âFine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and Iâll meet you in there.â
âUgh, couples,â Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. Youâve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you canât blame him.
Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Dazeâs between Reiner and Bertholdtâs domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.
You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Erenâs behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.
âHowâs it going?â Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.
âI mean, it seems like everyoneâs buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.â
âWhat were you expecting? Heâs always thought Eren had a thing for you.â
âEveryone thinks Eren has a thing for me,â you roll your eyes, âat least itâs working in my favor now.â
Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. âIf you donât think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.â
âSashaââ
âI mean, even if you hadnât told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That itâs just natural for you two toââ Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. âJust makes ya think.â
âSasha!â Connie calls from the living room. âLetâs do Eye of the Tiger first!â
âWoo!â Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.
You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sashaâs observations. The truly irritating thing is that sheâs entirely right. Not only do Erenâs little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feelsâŠnice. Itâs as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connieâs amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.
Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jeanâs angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annieâs nodding along with whatever Erenâs saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you arenât exempt from.
Youâd met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldnât stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charmingâ to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series youâd been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?
He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.
âMissed you,â he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.
âYou too,â you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Erenâs eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, itâs impossible to discern if itâs part of the act, or Eren being himself.
His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldnât help but wonder how theyâd feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on yourâ
Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.
The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but heâs still Eren.
âTheyâre practically in sync already.â Hitch, Marcoâs girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.
âItâs a little freaky,â Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. Thatâs enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyoneâs just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.
Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.
âIâll go talk to him,â Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.
âEren, I donât know if you should-â
âItâs fine,â Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasaâs eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Erenâs walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.
Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are âtalkingâ. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.
âAre you alright?â The question comes from Armin, whoâs placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. âIâm sorry that Jean isnât taking the news well.â
âThereâs no news,â Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.
A neat little cross appears between Arminâs eyebrows. âTheyâre-â
âFaking,â she interrupts Armin, âthey arenât dating.â
Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. âHowâd you know?â
âOne of you would have told me,â she shrugs, âor at least Iâd like to think you would.â
âItâs justâŠI couldnât bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.â You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. Itâs your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.
âWhy would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,â Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, âI- I donât mean youâre silly, just, you shouldnât-â
âYou know.â Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.
A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.
Eren has Jean pinned up against Arminâs cabinets, forearm tight against the other manâs neck. Jeanâs still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Erenâs eyes.
âNeed to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschsteinââ
âEren!â Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. âLet him go!â
âDo you want to tell her what you said, or should I?â Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jeanâs eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.
He spits directly in Erenâs face.
Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jeanâs cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reinerâs shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.
âItâs my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!â Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.
âJaeger- back off!â Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, whoâs struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.
âMaybe we should leave,â he suggests awkwardly, âtake the party elsewhere.â
You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.
âWe are,â he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.
âEren, waitââ you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but itâs fruitless. Erenâs strong, stronger than you, and you donât stand a chance stopping him now that his mindâs made up.
He doesnât drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; itâs more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.
Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isnât taking you to your house, but to his. What heâs thinking, you canât be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just canât wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like thatâ Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.
Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Erenâs faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.
âThe fucking child lock button?â You leap out of your seat once heâs opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. âIs that what I am, Eren, a child?â
âCome inside.â Erenâs voice is low, dangerous. Youâre too angry to indulge his temper.
âNo,â you snap, âIâm going home.â
No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. âCome inside.â
You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you arenât sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.
âCome inside, please,â Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide youâll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least itâll catch him off guard, and youâll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.
Whether Erenâs house smells like him or Eren smells like his house youâve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily itâs a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. Youâre more than ready, fists shaking by your side.
âWhat the hell was that, Eren?â
He doesnât answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.
âAnswer me!â Your voice rattles the cabinets. âYeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connieâs birthdayââ
âYou didnât hear what he said,â Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.
âWhat could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had toââ
âIt was about you.â Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.
Your heart stutters. âYouâ what did he say?â
âTold me if I wanted to taste your âslutty pussyâ so bad, I could just smell his breath. Sâwhy he spit in my face.â Erenâs fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.
Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. âHeâŠhe said that?â
âWhy didnât you tell me youâd been fucking him?â Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.
âExcuse me?â
âDonât play dumb,â Eren snaps, âthis whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?â
âI havenât been fucking him,â you hiss, âhe lied because he was jealous. And youâre not some toy, youâreâ youâre my best friend. I needed you.â
Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years youâve known him, heâs never looked at you like this before, not once. âSay it again.â
âYouâre myââ
âThe other thing.â
âI needed you.â
âAgain.â
âI neededâ fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?â
He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. Heâs forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. âSay it one more time.â
âIâŠneeded you,â you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologneâ when did he start wearing cologne?â musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.
âI like the way you say that,â his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. âThat you need me.â
Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.
âDo you still?â
âStill?â
âNeed me.â
You blink, eyes still watery. âHow?â
âYouâre a smart girl,â Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, âyou know. Youâve always known.â
You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.
âI still need you. Now.â
Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Heâs kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. Itâs all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.
âThis shirt is ridiculous,â Eren pants into your mouth, âwish I wasnât about to rip it off of you.â
A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Erenâs chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; heâs big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.
His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. âIâm going to take you to my room. If thatâs not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.â
You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. âI want it- want you.â
Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.
Oh, and do you watch. Itâs difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. Youâve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.
Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.
âCareful, Erenâ youâll leave marks,â you gasp, pulling at his hair.
âGood,â Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, âyou wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didnât you? Let them see.âÂ
Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.
âFuck, you have no idea,â he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, âwhat you do to me. How long Iâve wanted you.â
Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Erenâs confession and the way youâre clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin.Â
âRememberâŠâ Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, âremember college? When youâd wear those slutty little dresses out?â
âI remember,â you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.
âUsed to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,â Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, âcould practically see it in those short ass dresses. Iâd cum thinking about how youâd sound when I stuck my tongue in it.â
A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Erenâs pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes heâs making across your clit are making you dizzy.
âFuckâŠâ Eren trails off, eyes wide, âgot such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.â
âEren, please,â youâve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.
âIâve got you,â he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. âSo fucking sweet. Knew you would be.â
Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Erenâs no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.
He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; heâs teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you donât even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.
Eren chuckles. âYou need something?â
âStop fucking with me,â you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.
âYou want me to stop fucking with you?â
âPlease, Eren, I need youââ
âThatâs all you had to say.â
And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like heâs trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds youâve ever heard slipping from your mouth. Heâs so good, better than youâve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.
Just when you think it canât get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.
âMy girl likes being full, doesnât she?â He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.
âM-more,â you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.
âWhat was that?â You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.
âI needâ fuckâ I need more.â
âMagic word?â
âPlease, Eren, fuck!â
âGood, good girl,â he coos, pushing another finger into you, âso sweet and needy for me, yeah?â
Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.
âW-what are youâ oh,â you hate yourself for it, but you canât even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; itâs just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but itâs more intense, wetter than youâve ever felt it.Â
âClose?â
âMhm,â you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where youâre pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. âBut it- it feels weirdâŠI, I canâtââ
âSh,â he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, âyou can do it, just for me, I know you can. Itâs going to feel so good, youâll see.â
Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need toâ
âCum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.â
The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Erenâs face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You canât even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.
âYou have the messiest little cunt,â Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, âknew you were a squirter.â
He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch.Â
âIâIâve neverâŠâ you take a shaky breath in between every word, ânever done that before.â
Pride illuminates his face. âReally? I knew you could do itâ just for me, right?â
You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. âYour cock, Iâ I want it in my mouth. Please let me.â
You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. âNext time. Iâd never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.â
Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. Heâs big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldnât touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.
Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. âChrist,â he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.
âPlease, Eren- oh!â You jump; Erenâs circling your asshole, using the mess youâve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. âErenâŠâ
âYouâd let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,â he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. âMaybe next time, then.â
You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.
âOh, baby,â Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, ânever gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.â
âEren, itâs soâ oh my god,â you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.
âFuck,â he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, âyou feel so fucking good. Best Iâve ever had.â
You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; youâre just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.
And when he rolls his hips into yoursâ you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.
âNever giving this pussy up,â Eren grunts above you, ânever letting you give this to anybody else again. Itâs mine, isnât it?â
You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. Heâs picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that itâs Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.
âSay itâs mine,â his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. âGod, you look fucking incredible. Say it.â
âMyâŠmy pussy is,â you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, âyours. Itâs yours.â
âThatâs my girl,â Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, âmy pussy, my girl. Isnât that right?â
âYes,â you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.
Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. Itâs toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.
You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, heâs studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. Thereâs a moment happening here, an important one, one you donât have the mental capacity to absorb right now.
âI want to see you now,â Eren says quietly, âneed to see your pretty face when I cum, mâkay?â
You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.
Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Erenâs pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.
You stare into Erenâs eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. Itâs a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.
âYour other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?â
âHeâs not my-â
âBetter not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,â Erenâs voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.
You find your words, but they come out quiet. âHeâs not. Never again.â
Erenâs grin grows darker. Heâs nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. Heâs pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.
âSuch a good girl,â he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, âsuch a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.â
You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. Youâre addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.
âIâŠâ you arenât sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. âYou feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.â
âGod, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, donât you?â Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. âLove how I fuck you like a whore, donât you? Tell me, baby.â
âI love it,â your voice is quivering, and youâre vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. Youâre overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.
âMy pretty baby, youâre so fucking perfect,â Eren rambles, âso pretty when you cry for me.â
You canât break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Erenâs letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.
âGonna cum soon,â he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, âgonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?â
âOkay,â you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.
âFuck, you like that donât you?â He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. âYou want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?â
You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. âIâ I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.â
He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know itâs a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.
Itâs Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. Heâs incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.
âHoly shit,â Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, youâre overcome with the urge to smack him.
âThatâs one way of putting it.â You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadnât just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. âI should probably call Jean back.â
That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. âWhy?â
âMaybe he wants to apologize.â
Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you arenât sure where heâs taking you, but all the fightâs been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. âWho fucking cares?â
âI might,â you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize heâs carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldnât begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.
Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.
âYou donât need him,â he says, solemn as youâve ever seen him, âand from what I saw tonight, you donât even want him. You know that now, right?â
Thereâs something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.
âI justââ
âI meant it, you know,â Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, âIâve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.â
You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. âReally?â
âWe donât need to get into it now,â he shrugs, âbut you know that. You know Iâd do anything for you. You know Iâd treat you well. âM not a bad guy.â
Your chest aches. âI know, but Erenââ
âSo that wasnât the best sex youâve ever had in your life?â He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.
âYou might have me there.â
âBetter than horseface?â
âWatch it.â
The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. âWe wonât talk about it, for now at least. Iâll get us cleaned up, and we can go watchââ
âMamma Mia,â you blurt, hopeful.
âNo fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.â
âEren!â You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.
He grins crookedly back at you. âThatâs not a no.â
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Imagine having a kid with Sukuna and him urging you to have a day out after giving birth and taking care of the baby so you can have a fun stress free day with friends, and then him having a daddy daughter date. I thought itâs cute đ„°
oh⊠oh you KNOW HOW I FEEEEEEEEL ABOUT A DAD!AU (bro this got so long im sO SORRY-)
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âOkay, thereâs three bottles of milk in the fridge.â
âOkay.â
âAnd her melts are in the cabinet!â
âI know, I live here too.â
âOh! And her stuffed lamb is her favorite to nap with-â
âBabe,â Sukuna laughs, wrapping an arm around you. In his other arm, Akiara is held securely, with an arm under her thighs to keep her perched against his chest, the pacifier in her mouth bouncing as she rattles a small toy in her hands. âI got this. Itâll be fine.â
âOkay, but if you need me, call me.â
âIâm not going to call you. Go have fun,â he encourages. Deep down, he knows youâre terrified to leave the baby with anyone for more than 15 minutes, always keeping her in close proximity and within earshot. The farthest youâve gone is to shower while Sukuna indulges with tummy time, and it seems that every time, youâre surprised the house hasnât crumbled in the brief period.
But Akiara is five months now. And your friends begged you to come shopping with them, missing you from outings with the group. Sukuna knows you trust him implicitly, but your separation anxiety is physically felt in the air this point. He pulls you in for a hug and presses a kiss to the crown of your head, âgo. If the house catches on fire, Iâll call you. Otherwise, I can handle a few hours with my own spawn.â You tense slightly, and he offers you a stern look, âdo you trust me?â
âOf course I do, but-â
âThen let me take care of everything. Go.â
You offer him a shaky sigh and make your way over to Akiara in his arms, âmommy loves you so much, okay?â You whisper. She babbles and grabs your hair, and Sukuna can see the nervous tears welling up. âIâll be home in two hours tops.â
âDonât time yourself,â he chuckles. âGo with your girlfriends. I gave you the credit card, go buy some clothes, or a necklace, or those expensive ass pastries you love so much.â Then, he nods his head towards the door, âscram. Before you cry your mascara off.â
âOkay,â you sigh. âOkay-â you blow them both a few kisses as you slowly make your way to the door, âI love you both so much. Behave. Oh, and nap time is at 1:30-â
âBabe. Go,â he snickers. He watches as you open the door and walk backwards out, your eyes focused on the two of them until the door shuts fully, keeping you outside and them on the inside. Sukuna sighs in relief and he adjusts Akiara to be held arms length, âyou, stinky girl, need a bath,â he hums, and when the little girl coos, he brings her tiny body up to his mouth to playfully bite her chubby belly, hiccupy laughter filling the air briefly before he pulls a face of disgust and holds her back out. âYeah. You stink. Like a lot.â
Sukuna wastes no time in setting up her bathtub and cleansing the tiny child with her soaps, letting her splash the warm water for some time until she reaches up for him. He barely gets her out of the tub and into a towel before his phone buzzes wildly. He sighs and answers it, âdo I have to block your number?â
âNo!â You whine. âI just wanted to see how things were going. I just got to the restaurant, wanted to make sure everything was okay before I ate.â
âWell the dog got out, I broke a vase and our kid went to college, so not great,â he says flatly, and when you huff in annoyance, and smirks, âeverything is fine. She just had a bath, Iâm trying to dry her off, and then weâre going to watch some of those dancing fruits she likes so much. Goodbye.â
âWait- you bathed her before you fed her?â You ask.
He pulls his mouth into a straight line, âyes. Because she smelt like shit fart-â
âSukuna!â You snap.
âIf I have to bathe her again, I will. Itâs not the end of the world,â he tries to soothe. When you click your tongue he chuckles again. âOkay. Goodbye.â
âGoodbye,â you say, ending the phone call. He pockets the device and looks down at his child. âShes your mother alright,â he says. His daughter merely babbles and chews on her fingers. He gets her settled into a clean diaper before hoisting her back and onto his hip, making his way to the living room, resting her on his massive stomach and clicking on the TV for some entertainment. Thereâs a baseball game on, surely you wonât mind if he indulges while his baby lays on his chest.
The colors are good stimulation.
âWho you got money on?â He asks Akiara, who blinks eyes like yours up at him. When she smiles a gummy smile, he shrugs, âI donât know. Theyâve got a really good pitcher.â His thick fingers gently stroke up and down her spine, so gently and warm that he feels Akiaraâs breathing slowly even out, his little girl falling asleep on his chest. He winces, he knows youâre not going to be thrilled about an early nap time, but who the hell is he to wake a sleeping baby?
A sleeping baby who sleeps for hours. Youâre going to be pissed at him.
By the time the game is over, Akiara is still fast asleep on his chest, tiny hands balled into fists as her long lashes lay on her cheeks. Sukunaâs gotta give you credit, you havenât called or texted since her bath, and now itâs well into four hours since youâve left and youâre still out with your friends. Heâs proud of you.
Heâs not sure how long in total Akiara was sleeping for, but not long after the game, she slowly twitches awake, eyes fluttering open before fixating on him. He watches fondly as her body slowly wakes up, starting with her sleepy eyes that blink open, followed by her mouth which opens to let out the smallest yawn.
âGood morning, sleepy girl,â he hums, gently cradling the back of her head. âWas that a good nap?â Akiara merely thunks her head back against his chest in response. He kisses her head softly before standing up, shuffling to the kitchen to grab one of the prepared bottles from the fridge. He pops it in her mouth, where her tiny fists assist him in holding it. The child drinks the milk happily, wide eyes blinking as she downs the beverage hungrily. He smirks, âdefinitely my kid.â
With that, you come home.
He can tell by the jingling of keys youâre trying to hurry in as fast as possible, and he snickers at your struggle. Once the door finally creaks open, you haul your bags into the home and kick the door shut, smiling as your eyes land on your little family. âHey you.â
âWhatâs up?â He hums, kissing you as you get close. âHow was it?â
âIt was great!â You squeal, and he canât fight the way his heart squeezes at your excitement. âI got some new dresses, a pair of heels, some perfumes- oh, and I got you a cologne-â
âThatâs my girl,â he says, but he can tell your attention is focused on the small girl heâs currently burping, and he shrugs, âyou want to take over?â
When you nod sheepishly, he gently passes Akiara over to you, and you coo down at her, âhi, Mummaâs girl,â you coo, and she burps loudly in your face. âWell excuse you!â
Sukuna canât fight the laughter that barks from his throat, snickers tearing through until youâre smiling and shaking your head, and he pulls you in for another hug.
He loves that his small family fits in his arms.
#bro this is so long and so much filler but I donât care#I had so much fun with this đ„ș#sukuna#sukuna fluff#sukuna x reader#sukuna x reader fluff#sukuna x f!reader#sukuna imagine#sukuna jjk#sukuna ryomen#sukuna ryomen fluff#sukuna ryomen x reader#sukuna ryomen x reader fluff#sukuna ryomen x f!reader#sukuna ryomen imagine#sukuna ryomen jjk#jjk#jjk fluff#jjk imagine#jjk x reader#jjk x reader fluff#jjk x female reader#jjk x f!reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x yn#jjk x you#dad!au#dad!jjk#dad!sukuna#dad!jjk au
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