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comphy-and-cozy · 4 days ago

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Little delayed in catching up as work (and life) went a tad bit sideways. However my goodness yeah that was a GOOD catch up.

And kind of you to oblige an ask. Would LOVE to know a little more about the first “morning after” and aftermath in the third part of a dream come true 👀

Please and thank you kindly my dear 🫶🏻🤍

the morning after - jt compher

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f) - A Dream Come True universe

Word Count: 1.3K

Author’s Note: Yes, this is nearly 8 months late following a JTC hiatus and then a writing funk for the majority of the fall, but I never forgot about this. We all know I will always come back to these two! Still living in that delicious fantasy of that August day...

Warnings: Mature content/sexual themes, references to sex, language, the usual banter.

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August 2023 - The morning after

JT Compher has a way with words. Smooth and sleek, you wonder what came first: his confidence or his ability to woo with just a short sentence and a simmering smile. Somehow, he’s managed to quiet every last question and insecurity that bubbled up in you when you woke up to an empty bed, the fear of him stealing away after a one night stand vanished at his insistence of seeing you again.

Seeing him standing in your kitchen, preparing morning-after breakfast for you following a dicking down for the ages, you were in shock. But once his lips are on yours, you forget how to think, how to breathe, how to do anything except return his kiss and do everything in your power to keep his lips on you. His hands rest on your hips, fingers digging in slightly as your mouth opens to allow his tongue in, the feeling of him against you near enough to turn your legs into pure jello. The edge of the countertop bumps against your lower back, and you realize he’s been backing you up slowly.

Strong arms lift you onto the counter, the coolness of the surface against your bare center earning a small yelp from your lips. It’s a stark contrast to the scorching heat between your legs, and the low pulse of your molten center throbs as you press yourself into his figure, caging you between his arms. Your nipples pebble pressed against his strong, solid chest, warmth blooming steadily inside of you. You’re more than ready for him to ravage you again, right there, not caring about the half-cooked eggs on the stove.

JT, it seems, has a similar idea, his hands trailing fire up the sides of your bare thighs, slipping underneath the hem of your sweatshirt and resting on your ass before squeezing firmly. A moan slips out of your lips that he swallows hungrily before a smirk forms against your mouth. “No panties? Easy access.”

A breathless chuckle is all you can manage in reply. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you, until you can feel him pressed against your bare center. Only a thin layer of fabric lies between you, and your body knows it. You can feel your pussy dripping arousal onto your otherwise pristine countertop.

JT registers the smell before you do, tearing himself away from your lips and earning a wanton whine from you. The curse from his mouth alerts you to his urgency, pulling away to dash toward the toaster, which you soon register is smoking. He unplugs it, fishing two completely blackened pieces of toast from it, but not before the sharp chirp of the smoke alarm blares through your apartment.

“Looks like my tour of Detroit is going to continue,” he says with a sheepish, apologetic smile after you’ve managed to shut the alarm off and rid your apartment of the smoke. The commotion, unfortunately, has quelled both of your libidos, though you make a mental note that you’re very interested in exploring what he might do with you lying on the kitchen counter. “Best breakfast in Detroit?”

“I know just the place.”

Back in your bedroom, both of you get dressed, fighting the urge to do the opposite and stay locked in your room all day. You can feel the heat of JT’s gaze on your ass as you step on your tiptoes to retrieve a sweatshirt from your closet.

“That a Wings jersey?”

Your head turns and you catch sight of the red sleeve that’s drawn his attention. An eyebrow quirks up. “Whose do you think it is?”

He tugs on his pants while he ponders, doing his best to smooth out the wrinkles from lying on your bedroom floor all night. It’s a bit obvious they’re last night’s clothes, but there’s an ember of pride burning within you at the subtle messaging: He was with me last night.

“I’m going to say it’s too cliche to guess mine, right?”

“Sir, you haven’t even played a single game as a Red Wing yet,” you scoff, though you feel a glimmer of hope at the idea of maybe, just maybe, wearing his name to Little Caesars Arena someday in the future.

“Touché,” he says with a laugh, then thinks. “Stevie Y?”

“He’s in here too,” you reply, lifting the sleeve of a different jersey. You note the way he remembered your favorite Red Wings player from the first conversation you had nearly two years ago.

“I’m stumped.”

Taking the hanger off of the rack, you turn the jersey around to reveal the large 71 on the back. You watch JT’s eyes flash over the letters of his captain’s name, and the subsequent grin that forms on his face. “So I bet you loved me telling him I was leaving with you last night, huh?”

Heat tinges your cheeks as you return the jersey carefully to its spot. Your heartbeat quickens and you shudder at the memory alone. “Mortifying. But less so than being… overheard by him or his wife.”

JT smirks, and you’re sure he’s remembering the sounds you made last night. You allow yourself to slip briefly back into a reverie full of heated kisses, steady thrusts, and intimate, erotic bliss.

“Did you ever want to fuck him, too?”

The question is so stark and out of left field it takes you by surprise, pulling you quickly out of your daydream. With a glance at him, you notice his cheeks are flushed with a slight hint of pink—he’s playing it off as a casual, silly question, but you can sense that he’s gauging his competition. That admission, while indirect, shows the depth of his interest in you, and it makes your stomach flip.

“Not enough to write fanfic about him.”

JT’s lips curl upward and he laughs. He doesn’t say it, but you can feel the relief settle in. He’s the one you’ve been crushing on for years, not Dylan. His pride in holding that title is trivial, but it strikes you as cute.

“Told you I wasn’t interested in sharing.”

Breakfast is only a few blocks down the street, a little hole in the wall for some of your favorite breakfast sandwiches in the city. He offers to pay, and you’re both grateful and pleasantly surprised that conversation still flows just as easily while both of you are sober—the irony isn’t lost on you that your first time spending real, quality time with him is the morning after he gave you the best dicking down of your life.

Before he leaves your apartment, he has you put your number in his phone. With the promise to reach out soon and one last heated makeout session against your front door, your whirlwind first date with JT Compher comes to an end.

Sitting in the silence of your now empty apartment, you wonder how much of what he said was genuine, if he’ll actually connect or just save your number as a potential 11pm booty call during the season. You’re inclined to believe the former, but your self-preservation instinct has you preparing yourself for the latter.

You don’t have to wait long to find out. Barely a day goes by before your phone buzzes with your first text from your new contact.

[JT:] I can’t stop thinking about you [You:] You say that to all the girls? [JT:] Just the ones who write fanfic about me

The text makes you laugh. None of it feels real; his number in your phone, his scent in your bed, the earnest and unashamed captivation he’s shown with you. Another glance in the mirror confirms the marks he left on your skin with his mouth. Your fingers brush over one of the mauvey-purple spots to make sure it’s not a figment of your imagination.

They’re real—and so is he. It terrifies you, how much power he has over you, how easily he could crush you if he woke up tomorrow and changed his mind. But there’s also a flutter in your heart, replaying all of his simmering, lingering glances and the warmth of his presence.

You’re hopeful. The feeling is beautiful, uplifting, sanguine, like you’re bouncing from cloud to cloud. And while you don’t know what’s coming, you’re excited to watch it unfold.

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wisteriadaydreams · 2 years ago

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Can you write a Tanjiro oneshot where he realizes his feelings for the reader after Nezuko gets annoyed at him because keeps crashing girl time between her and the reader while they're all recuperating after a mission at the Butterfly Mansion because he wants to spend time with the reader and Nezuko getting annoyed at him lets him realizes his feelings?

PARTY CRASHER

pairing: Kamado Tanjirō x fem!reader

genre: fluff

words: 1.9k

Part 1

Nezuko can sing praises about her older brother for hours.

She thinks he’s one of the most observant and perceptive people she has ever known, even with his sensitive nose providing an advantage. He’s the kind of person that would subtly lend a hand, showing his kindness through small gestures. At the same time, he is not hesitant to step up and defend for others when the situation calls for it.

He’s someone who would always take the smaller portion of food, who would remember what someone likes and dislikes and how they prefer their food to the last detail, who was trusted by the whole village to mediate a fight while also knowing when to take a step back.

And yet, for all of his attunement to other people’s emotions, he is glaringly and unbearingly out of touch with his own heart.

Case in point, he is wholly convinced the only reason he is seeking you out is because he likes spending time with you.

Now, would Nezuko say that this sentiment is not valid? Of course not. After all, she likes to be in your company herself. You have an inexplicable comforting and heartwarming presence that she could bask in and forget for a moment that she is anything but human. That is not to mention your kindness, tenderness, bravery, and willingness to help others. And it’s nice to be with a girl close to her age for once.

(The boys do provide good company, but there are times when she needs a break from their rowdiness.)

To be honest, she could easily sing praises about you as well.

So yes, Nezuko can fully understand why he likes to be in your presence. Her annoyance comes with the fact that he incessantly seeks you out. Every. Single. Night.

Even on nights that he’s fully aware you’re spending time with her.

The first time it happened, she could forgive her older brother for barging into some private girls’ time, as she does enjoy being with him. Ever since her speech became limited due to the bamboo muzzle, she has become content with sitting back and listen to other people talk. Furthermore, it’s clear from the way you visibly brighten up when he walks into the room that you like being with him, too. No harm done with letting him in for a few hours.

The next few times it happened, she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and reasoned that he simply didn’t know that this was supposed to be private time. However, when it began to occur every single time you decide to spend time with her (he’s using his nose to find you, she knows it), Nezuko began to have an inkling that there’s more going on.

After all, her older brother is already hounding your time in the daylight, what with training and eating meals together and all. What other reason could he have for wanting to monopolize your time during the night as well?

Her answer comes late one evening, when you were running a comb through her hair and humming a simple melody under your breath, the notes seeming to seep into her skin and making her remember happier times. It would have been like any other night if Nezuko hadn’t catch the adoring look in Tanjirō’s eyes.

It’s different from the tender and protective gaze that would watch over their younger siblings whenever they play around with one another. It’s also different from the glimmer that would make his eyes sparkle and his smile to stretch from ear to ear when he’s around his friends.

This is like a fire that is lit from the inside, tempering his molten red eyes into gemstones that catch and reflect the light. It glitters like crystalline snow on a sunny day, and then softens until it resembles a low-burning hearth that warms more than just one’s body.

He looks at you like you’re embers, like stars, like fireworks and the sun and every source of light rolled into one.

(He looks at you like how their father used to look at their mother.)

Nezuko wonders how she could have missed such a look, for once she noticed it, she realizes that he looks at you like that all the time. She wonders if he knows he looks at you like that. She wonders if you know that such a gaze is reserved for you only.

Unfortunately, she can’t ask you that when her brother’s in the room.

But even without verbal confirmation, she’s able to pick up signs that more or less answers her question.

From the way both of you hang on to each other’s words to how he would sneak into the kitchen to bring you your favorite snacks, to how you fuss over him for training too much and pushing his body to the limit.

To how you look at him like he’s the sun rising over the mountains, like the moon on a starless night, like flowers and the gentle breeze and everything beautiful in nature.

And while this revelation makes her happier than anything else, there’s only so much patience a person can have watching two oblivious individuals so blatantly mooning and pining over each other. So, Nezuko resolves to do something about it, for both of your sakes (and for her sanity).

She decides to approach her brother first, fully knowing that any attempt at breaching the topic with you would promptly be interrupted by him anyway. When the night falls, the young girl zips through the hall like a slayer on a mission, intent on finding Tanjirō. Soon enough, she spots the burgundy hue of his hair as he walks down the hallway, and without wasting a moment, she grabs his hands and drags him into the nearest room.

“W-woah! Nezuko, slow down! What’s wrong?”

She turns to face him after closing the door, conviction burning in her eyes. Now comes the hard part, how is she going to get through to her brother without her speech?

“Nezuko, is everything alright?” Tanjirō asks in concern, trying to understand why his little sister just pulled him into a room like there’s a crisis.

She makes a few noises that would take a mind reader to decipher, but it seems to him that she’s trying to figure out something.

Suddenly, an idea flashes in her head, and she quickly snatches one of his hands, turning it over so that his palm faces her. Nezuko taps her nail on his palm emphatically as a sign to tell him to pay attention. She slowly begins to write words on to the surface, making sure to mind her speed so he has enough time to process them.

“Onii-chan...I think...you like... (Y/N)-chaaA-EEHH? W-w-what are you talking about?”

Nezuko had anticipated this reaction somewhat, but she didn’t expect his voice to suddenly rival that of Zenitsu’s. She taps his palm multiple times to get him to focus.

“You know what I mean, onii-chan. You’ve been spending a lot of time with her.”

“That’s because she’s my friend.” He waves his free hand around frantically. “Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with her?”

The young girl gives him a deadpan look. “You’ve been spending time with her almost every single night for the past few weeks, even when she’s with me.”

“Yeah, well, that’s...so I like hanging out with her. But I don’t spend that much time around her...right?”

“Onii-chan, my room has essentially become your room now. It’s fine the first few times, but it’s hard to get some alone time with just her, you know. She’s my friend, too.” Nezuko huffs, and her brother at least has the decency to look sheepish. “Look, please really think about the reason why you like being around her so much.”

He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes drifting to the ceiling in thought. “Well, she makes me laugh, and she encourages me whenever I’m feeling down. And I like talking to her too, and making her laugh. There’s just something about it, it makes me warm all over every time I hear it. And her smile...one smile from her and I feel like everything is better. No matter how many hours I’ve spent with her, it never feels enough. She...she makes me feel comfortable, like I’m safe. Like I’m...home.” He utters the word reverently, like it’s something sacred and holy. Red colors his cheeks like blooming roses. “I feel all tingly and soft inside, like I’m lying on a bed of clouds. But then there are times when I feel like my nerves are all on fire when I’m around her, my tongue gets all tied up, and my feet seems to stop all function. I don’t think...I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before. What is this?”

“I think you already know the answer to that, onii-chan.” She finishes, her eyes softening as she watches the revelation dawn on him. He lights up for one dazzling moment, and then his expression proceeds to crumble.

“Oh no! How am I supposed to face her now?! What am I going to do, what am I going to do?” He paces rapidly around the room. “I feel like my heart’s going to burst!”

Nezuko takes a hold of his shoulders to stop him from burning a hole through the floor. She turns him around to face her, firmly squeezing them to get him to calm down.

“Nezuko, what if she doesn’t return my feelings?” His head hangs.

‘Oh, if only you knew.’ She makes a series of what she hopes sounds like reassuring noises, while clenching her fists in a “it’s okay” motion.

“Are you saying that I shouldn’t worry?”

“Hhmm!”

“Well, what can I do?” It’s not like I can just walk up to her and tell her how I feel...” He trails off at the sparkling look in his sister's eyes. “WHAT?! NO-NO, I can’t do that!!”

She nods vigorously and continues to try and encourage him all the while hoping that his head doesn’t explode like a volcano. Her poor brother looks like he has steam coming out of his ears.

“What would I even say? What if I stutter or trip over my words like a fool in front of her?”

Nezuko rolls her eyes and snatches his hand again, quickly jotting down some words for him.

“Just tell her how you feel. She’ll understand.”

He stares down at his palm, the words his sister wrote down imprinting on him until they were bones deep. “You know what? You’re right, Nezuko. I’ll–I’ll tell her. The worst that could happen is we remain friends.” He swallows as his heart clenches. He then pulls her into a hug. “Thank you, Nezuko! I’m going to find her right now!”

The girl flings her arms into the air and lets out a string of cheerful noises. As her brother runs out of the room, she makes sure to give him a few reassuring pats on the shoulder. She gazes after the sight of his disappearing back and shakes her head affectionately.

Hopefully her brother will go through his plan and save everyone from having to continue seeing you two act like pining, lovesick puppies. Speaking of which, if he does, then that means you two will become a couple, huh?

That would mean romantic dates, wouldn’t it? And you would probably want to spend more time around each other.

“Wait...” Nezuko swirls around in panicked realization. “Does that mean he’s going to continue to cling to her in the night?”

She slams open the shoji door and chases after her brother.

“ONII-CHAN!!!”

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