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I LOVED YOU FIRST PT2 | FC43
part one
an: not even gonna leave an an, i always had a part two lol
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Franco found out she was dating Angelo via an Instagram story. A fucking Instagram story.
But that was almost three years ago now, and Franco tried to let it go, god did he try. He was getting married now, after all. He had to forget about what could have been.
The engagement ring on his finger felt heavier than it should. Not because he hadnât once thought it was rightâhe had. Or maybe he just convinced himself it was right. Theyâd been together for four years, maybe more, he stopped counting. She was beautiful, poised, easy to love, easy to fit into his world. Thatâs what heâd told himself, anyway.
But now, standing in the grand suite of the London hotel theyâd rented for the weekend, Franco stared out the window at the city below, watching the lights flicker in the distance. He hadnât been able to shake the feeling that something was missing. Not that he had any right to be questioning it. After all, he was about to get married, wasnât he?
The last three years had been a blur of wins, podiums, and post-race parties. Formula 1 had been a dream realised, his face plastered across billboards in every country, every magazine with his name next to the headlines. Heâd travelled the world, earned millions, lived a life many envied. But somewhere along the way, his heart had wandered.
And the truth was, despite the glamour, despite the fame, the money, he couldnât shake the thought of her. The way sheâd looked when she told him she loved him first. The way her eyes had glistened with unshed tears that night in Monzaâbefore she left for good. The way sheâd walked away, no longer the girl he took for granted. It was like he could still see her disappearing down the hallway of the hotel, leaving him behind, a shadow in her past.
What if I had chosen her?
He thought about that too often. But it was too late. She was gone. Sheâd moved on with Angelo, the guy who was everything Franco wasnâtïżœïżœsteady, grounded, someone who could give her a love that wasnât tied to racing, fame, or endless, mind-numbing travel. And that fucking Instagram storyâher laughing, the two of them in a cafĂ© in Buenos Aires, arms around each other, looking so effortlessly happyâhad been the final blow.
That was the last straw.
And now, three years later, here he wasâabout to get married, with the wrong person. He should have been thrilled, but something about it gnawed at him, like he was suffocating in a life that wasnât his own. She was everything he thought he wanted. Sheâd followed him to every race, always the perfect girlfriend, the perfect partner. But the truth was, he wasnât sure he loved her anymore. He wasnât sure he ever had.
She had been the easy option. She fit into the world heâd built for himselfâthe shiny, public life, the world of sponsorships and media appearances. She had the right background, the right education, the right looks. She was what was expected of him. What people saw when they looked at a successful F1 driver: the perfect match, the ideal woman.
But the reality was that whenever he closed his eyes, he saw someone else. He saw her. The girl from that small village in Argentina, the one whoâd loved him first and probably would, even when he didnât deserve it. Even when he hadnât been able to see it for what it was.
He hadnât thought about her for a whileânot in the sense that would make him ache, not the way he used to. Heâd buried that pain under the chaos of the last few years. But it was like a low hum in the back of his mind. Every time he saw Angeloâs name pop up, or when heâd hear a new story about her from people back home, he couldnât help but wonder how her life had turned out. Was she happy? Was she still with Angelo? Was she finally over him?
He could only imagine the life sheâd built without himâthe kind of life she deserved.
But now, standing on the edge of a new chapter of his life, Franco wondered if heâd ever be able to move on. Because, no matter how many laps he raced, no matter how many trophies he collected, it always came back to her. And now, with his wedding on the horizon, he couldnât help but ask himself: What the hell had he been doing this whole time?
His phone buzzed on the table, snapping him back to the moment. His fiancĂ©e. A text: âHey, I made reservations for dinner tonight!â
He sighed and stared at the screen of his phone, fingers hovering over the keyboard.Â
He knew he shouldnât, it was ridiculous. It was stupid. He had no right to send her an invitation, not after everything. He hadnât heard from her in so long, hadnât even thought about reaching out beyond those painful Instagram stories and the passing updates from mutual friends.
But, for some reason, there he wasâtyping out an invitation to his wedding.
Itâs the right thing to do, he told himself. She was a part of his past. She had been the first person to love him unconditionally. Theyâd spent too many years growing up together not to extend an olive branch. Besides, she had a life now, a life without him. Maybe it was selfish to think she would even want to come, but maybe, just maybe, she deserved to know. She deserved to hear it from him, the way things had turned out.
He hit âsendâ before he could overthink it any more. The words felt hollow as they left his phone, but there was no going back now.
It was a quiet afternoon in Buenos Aires. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a soft, golden light through the windows of their apartment. She and Angelo had just finished dinnerânothing fancy, just pasta and wineâand now she was curled up on the couch with a book in her lap, one of the many cosy rituals they had settled into over the past couple of years.
Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She glanced at it, seeing a notification from her email app. The subject line made her pause.
Wedding Invitation: Franco Colapinto.
She blinked, feeling her chest tighten before she even opened it. It had been so long since sheâd thought about himâsince Monza, really. It was a chapter of her life that had closed the moment she walked away. But the sight of his name brought it all rushing back. The summers spent racing bikes down dirt roads, his smile so effortless, so wide. The way heâd looked at her before everything changed.
Slowly, she opened the email, feeling a strange mixture of nostalgia and disbelief.
I hope this message finds you well. Itâs been a while since we last spoke, but I wanted to reach out and invite you to something important. Iâm getting married in three months' time, and I wanted to personally invite you to be a part of the day. It wouldnât feel right without including you.
I understand if youâre unable to come, but I thought it was important to extend the invitation.
I hope everything is going well in your life.
All the best,
Fran
She stared at the message for what felt like an eternity, the words swimming in her mind. There were so many things she could have said, but the only thing she could focus on was the feeling of her heart, beating a little faster than it should. A soft ache settled in her chest.
Three years had passed. She had moved on, found a life she was proud ofâone that was stable and calm, filled with love from Angelo, whose steady hand had never wavered, who had been everything Franco couldnât be. She had built a future, and it was more than she had ever expected for herself.
And yet, the invitation sat there, a reminder of what had been. Of the boy she had loved, the boy who had never truly seen her. Of the boy who she had walked away from.
She set the phone down for a moment, leaning back against the couch. Angeloâs gentle snoring filled the living room from the slightly ajar door, a quiet reminder of the life they had made togetherâtogether, with no ghosts of the past lingering between them. But even as she sat there, she could feel the sting of Francoâs message, the painful reminder of how much had been left unsaid.
She thought about the wedding. How strange it felt to be invited to something so intimate, something so final. It was a life she would never be a part of. A life that wasnât hers to claim, never was. But part of her, deep down, still wondered what had happened. Was he happy? Was this really the life he wanted? Or was this just another easy option for him? Another decision made out of convenience?
Why am I even asking myself this?
She shook her head, her lips curling into a rueful smile. She knew she didnât want to go. There was no reason to go back to that part of her life, not now. Not when everything she had built with Angelo was exactly where it needed to be.
The following morning, the soft clink of Angeloâs keys echoed through their small kitchen as he got his things ready for work. He was already dressed in his crisp suit, his tie neatly adjusted, preparing for another day at the law firm. She, on the other hand, was in her scrubs, packing her bag for her shift at the hospital.
She was tying her trainers when she saw him glance at her, his eyes focused on his phone.
âHey,â he said, his voice casual but tinged with curiosity. âYou seem a little quiet this morning.â
She shrugged, setting her bag down on the counter. âIâm fine. Just tired, I guess.â
It was only a half-lie. She had hardly slept last night after receiving Francoâs invitation. The words had stuck with her, gnawing at her thoughts, replaying in her mind like a loop she couldnât escape.
âWhatâs up?â Angelo asked, watching her intently, his brow furrowing slightly.
She hesitated, then sighed and reached for her phone, pulling up the email Franco had sent her. She handed it to him without a word.
Angelo read it in silence, his eyes scanning the screen. She couldnât bring herself to look at him. She wasnât sure what to expect, but somehow, she already knew that he would have an opinion on it.
Finally, he set the phone down and looked at her, his expression unreadable for a moment. âHeâs getting married, huh? I didn;ât believe it when I saw it on the news.â he said softly.
âYeah,â she replied quietly, as if the words themselves felt like an admission. âI guess he thought I should know.â
âYouâre not planning on going, are you?â Angelo asked, his voice laced with concern.
She shook her head, biting her lip. âHeâs my past now. It doesnât matter. Itâs⊠itâs not something I need to revisit.â
Angelo nodded, his eyes softening as he stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. He knew how much Franco had meant to herâhow he had once been the centre of her world. But that was years ago. And he had never once doubted that she was now his world.
âI havenât seen Franco since we were sixteen,â Angelo said, his tone thoughtful. âI know things between you and him ended... well, the way they did. But maybe it might be good to go. For closure. For you, if nothing else.â
She met his eyes, her gaze wavering. âClosure?â she repeated, almost incredulously. âI donât need closure, Angelo. I moved on a long time ago.â
âI know,â Angelo said, his voice gentle but firm. âBut I think sometimes itâs easy to say weâve moved on, that weâre over things. But there are pieces of our past that stick with us, no matter how much time passes. Maybe seeing himâseeing that lifeâwill help you put the final chapter behind you. Donât you think?â
She was quiet for a long moment, turning the idea over in her head. It made sense, in a way. The past had never quite been put to rest, even if she had buried it deep. Maybe it wasnât about Franco anymore. Maybe it was about facing what had happened, about finding peace with it, once and for all.
âI donât know,â she murmured, shaking her head. âI donât want it to mess with what we have, Angelo. I donât want to go and be reminded of something that doesnât exist anymore.â
Angelo smiled softly, taking her hand in his. âIt wonât. I promise. Youâre the one I want, mi amor Youâre the one who matters. Whatever happened back then, whatever Franco was, thatâs not us. Itâs not our life. But if this is something you think you need to do, then Iâll be there with you. I want you to have the closure you need.â
She felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. Angelo had always been like thatâsteady, understanding, and so patient with her. He never pushed her to forget, but he also didnât hold her to the past. He was the one who made her feel safe, who built her the life she was proud of, and the thought of him beside her through whatever this was made her feel like she could take on anything.
With a slow, hesitant breath, she met his eyes. âYouâre right. Maybe it would be good to go. I donât know what Iâll feel when I see him, but I think... I think I can handle it now.â
Angelo smiled, squeezing her hand. âThen weâll go. Together.â
She nodded, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. The decision was made, and it was time to let go of the last remnants of the past. Franco and his lifeâwhatever that was nowâcould stay in the past, but she wouldnât be running from it anymore.
âThanks,â she whispered, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. âFor always being here.â
âAlways,â Angelo replied, his voice warm. âNow go. You donât want to be late for your shift.â
She smiled at him one last time before grabbing her bag and heading for the door. The wedding was still months away, but somehow, her world felt just a little bit more at peace now.
Three months later
The morning of the wedding, the soft rays of the sun filtered through the curtains of their hotel suite, casting a warm, golden glow across the room.
She stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of her dress as Angelo adjusted his cufflinks in the reflection behind her. The air was filled with a quiet sense of anticipation. It had been a few months since she agreed to come to the wedding, and now, standing in this luxurious hotel in the heart of the Mediterranean, she could feel the surrealness of it all.
She was here. With him. With Angelo.
He caught her gaze in the mirror, a soft smile tugging at his lips. âYou look beautiful,â he said, his voice tender.
She smiled back, her heart swelling with a quiet joy. Angelo was always so calm, so steady, and he knew exactly how to make her feel loved without needing to say much. The simple moments like this were the ones that made her certain that their life together, their future, was the right one.
âThank you,â she said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. He was perfect in every way. âYou look handsome, as usual,â she added with a smile.
He chuckled softly. âI try,â he teased, adjusting the hem of his suit jacket before stepping forward to take her hand. âAre you ready for this? I know itâs been a long time coming.â
She nodded, squeezing his hand. âYeah. Iâm ready. Itâs just⊠itâs strange. You know? Weâre not the same people we were three years ago. And I feel like Iâm finally letting go of that past. I just need to do it, for me. And for us.â
âWhatever you need, you have it,â Angelo said, his voice unwavering, filled with a quiet strength.
She smiled at him, grateful for his support. They had come so far, and no matter what happened today, she knew she was in the right place.
âIâm going to step outside for a second,â she said, pulling away from him gently. âIâm going to grab a photo of the schedule. Iâll be right back.â
âTake your time,â Angelo replied, watching her with those warm, reassuring eyes.
She stepped into the corridor of the hotel, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She pulled out her phone, navigating to the event details to snap a photo of the ceremonyâs schedule. The hallway was quiet, save for the distant chatter of guests below and the hum of preparations for the wedding in the distance. The excitement was palpable in the air, but in this moment, everything felt calm.
That was until she heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching from behind.
She turned around, feeling her heart give a small, unexpected jolt when she saw him.
Franco.
He was standing there, half-dressed in a black tuxedo with his shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up, his tie still loose around his neck. He looked just like he did three years agoâhandsome, dishevelled in the way that made him seem effortlessly charming.
Her stomach tightened.
âYou came,â he said, his voice soft with surprise.Â
She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say, before forcing a calm smile. âI said I would,â she replied evenly. Her heart beat just a little faster, but she kept her expression neutral.
He looked at her, his gaze a little more intense than she remembered, and she couldnât quite place the mix of emotions flickering in his eyes. There was something unspoken there, something she hadnât expected.
âI didnât think youâd follow through,â he added, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
She didnât know what to make of that. She shrugged. âI thought Iâd at least be polite.â
A silence stretched between them, uncomfortable and thick with everything that had been left unsaid over the years. Francoâs gaze drifted toward the floor for a moment before he looked back up at her, his jaw tense, and his voice was almost pleading when he spoke.
âCan we talk?â he asked, his words hesitant.
She hesitated, feeling her pulse quicken. She didnât want this. Didnât want to go back to the pastâdidnât want to open that door again.
âIâd rather not,â she said, her tone firm, though her heart was beating harder than she cared to admit.
Francoâs expression softened. âItâs been three years. Three years overdue, donât you think?â
She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply, the weight of everything hanging between them. She didnât owe him anything, and yet, a part of herâperhaps the part that had loved himâknew there was still something lingering. Something that she hadnât been able to shake off.
She finally gave a soft sigh, one that carried all the weariness of the years that had passed. âFine,â she said quietly, her shoulders sagging slightly in resignation. âBut just for a minute. I donât have time to rehash everything.â
âThank you,â Franco murmured, stepping forward as he gestured down the hallway. âMy roomâs just down here. I wonât keep you long.â
They walked down the corridor in silence, the weight of the moment sinking in. She wasnât sure what she expected from this conversation, but she knew it wasnât going to be easy. Not for either of them. When they reached his room, Franco opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.
It was a modest suite, far removed from the lavish ceremony unfolding just downstairs. The quiet of the room seemed to accentuate the tension between them. He closed the door behind them, his movements slow and deliberate.
âCan I get you anything?â he asked, his voice distant as he turned to face her. âWater? A drink?â
She shook her head. âIâm fine.â
There was a long pause. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly nervous. For the first time in a long while, he seemed uncertain.
âSoâŠâ Franco began, taking a breath, âI guess this is awkward, huh?â
âYeah,â she replied, her voice steady, but her insides were churning. âA little.â
Before she even had a chance to settle with what she was doing, he shot her straight to the heart with the words that came out of his mouth.
âI never meant to hurt you,â he said, his voice quiet. âI know I did, but that wasnât ever my intention. You were always there for me, and I shouldâve done better. I shouldâve realisedâŠâ
Franco ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture that was all too familiar. He seemed to be gathering the courage to say something, but when he spoke, his words were not what she expected.
âI shouldâve told you,â he started, voice low, almost regretful. âI should have told you that I loved you.â
She blinked, her chest tightening as she took in the weight of his words. âDonât,â she said quickly, cutting him off. Her voice was sharp, a defence mechanism against the rawness he was trying to expose. âYou canât do that. You canât come here and say things like that after all this time. Itâs... itâs mean.â
Francoâs jaw tightened, but he didnât back down. âI shouldâve told you,â he repeated, his voice thick with something she couldnât quite placeâguilt, perhaps? Regret?
She shook her head, unable to stop herself from responding. âWhy are you still with her, then?â Her voice trembled slightly, the question feeling more like a challenge than a simple inquiry. She thought of how excited she must be right now getting ready, while he was confessing his love to his childhood best friend. She wondered whether she knew.
He didnât answer right away, and when he did, his eyes flickered away, as though he was ashamed of the truth he was about to speak. âItâs easier to pretend to love her,â he admitted, his voice flat. âItâs easier than facing the truth.â
âThan what?â she asked, her words cutting through the air, her eyes locking onto his. âThan admitting you love me?â
The silence that followed was deafening. Francoâs eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, a hesitation lingering between them. He opened his mouth, but instead of speaking, he exhaled deeply, as if trying to gather the strength to continue.
âYou donât understand,â he said softly, voice barely above a whisper. âI was scared. I didnât know how to handle what I was feeling. I still donât.â
She looked at him, biting her lip, trying to keep herself from breaking. âYou canât do this,â she said, her voice cracking with frustration. âYou donât get to walk back into my life now and make me feel like I was some... some second choice. You donât get to say things that undo everything we went through.â
Francoâs gaze darkened, but his next words were even more dangerous. âSay it, and Iâll leave her,â he said, his voice low and intense, as if he were testing her. âSay you want me the same way you wanted me three summers ago, and Iâll do it. Iâll walk away from her. Iâll choose you.â
Her breath caught in her throat, her heart stuttering in her chest. The temptation was thereâfamiliar, painful, and so very dangerous. She could feel that old longing tug at her, the part of her that had loved him so fiercely, so deeply. But this wasnât that girl anymore. She wasnât the girl who would wait around for him to realise what heâd lost.
âI canât,â she whispered, feeling tears prick the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. âI canât do that anymore. Iâm happy now. Iâm happy with Angelo.â
The words felt heavy on her tongue, and for a moment, it felt like she had to convince herself of them. But as she looked into Francoâs eyesâstill searching, still wantingâshe realised that she meant it. She really did.
Francoâs face fell, his expression a mixture of frustration and defeat. âYou donât understand,â he said again, the words sounding more like a plea. âI never stopped loving you.â
She took a step back, shaking her head, trying to clear the emotions that were spiralling inside of her. âNo,â she said firmly, her voice resolute. âYou donât get to say that, Franco. Not now. Not when Iâve spent three years getting over all of this. You donât get to come here and break my heart all over again.â
For a long moment, they stood there, the space between them filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension. But it was over. It had to be.
âI canât undo what happened,â she added softly, her gaze not leaving his. âBut Iâm not that girl anymore. And Iâm not going to be someoneâs second choice.â
Franco didnât say anything. He just stood there, staring at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. The weight of everything theyâd been through hung heavy between them, and it was clear now that nothing could fix it. Not words. Not promises.
She turned to leave, her hand on the doorknob, but before she could step out of the room, she paused, glancing over her shoulder one last time.
âIâm happy now, Fran,â she said quietly, her voice steady despite everything. âAnd you need to figure out what makes you happy too. But I canât be part of that anymore.â
She opened the door and stepped out, not looking back, not giving him the chance to say anything more.
The wedding was beautiful.
The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the guests who had gathered for the wedding. The ceremony was set to take place on the terrace of the luxurious hotel overlooking the sea, the soft sound of waves lapping against the rocks below barely audible amidst the murmur of excited chatter.
She sat there, a few rows back from the front, Angelo by her side. The venue was beautifulâeverything that was supposed to be perfect for a wedding. The guests were in their best attire, the flowers were arranged in pristine perfection, and the atmosphere felt like a dream. But something was off. A low hum of anxiety had been building ever since the music started, and she couldnât shake the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Franco was supposed to be standing at the altar now. But he wasnât.
She stole a glance at Angelo, who was sitting quietly beside her, a reassuring hand on her knee. He could sense her unease.
âYou okay?â he asked softly, his voice almost drowned out by the gentle clinking of glasses and conversations around them.
She nodded, but her eyes drifted nervously toward the aisle. âI donât know,â she murmured. âSomething feels wrong.â
The minutes dragged on. The officiant glanced at his watch, confusion spreading across his face as he leaned over to whisper something to the bridesmaids. There was no sign of Franco, and the guests were beginning to exchange worried glances. The tension in the air became palpable, the excitement of the ceremony suddenly replaced by a growing sense of discomfort.
After a few more minutes, she couldnât hold it in any longer. She turned to Angelo, her voice barely above a whisper, but her anxiety was thick in her words. âDo you think heâs going to come?â
Angelo squeezed her hand gently, his gaze soft and understanding. âI donât know, cariño. Maybe somethingâs happened. Heâs probably just... running late.â
But as they exchanged those quiet words, it became clear that it wasnât just a delay. The guests were shifting in their seats, some starting to murmur under their breath, the ceremony now holding a sense of surreal anticipation.
And then, just as the whispers reached a crescendo, the sound of footsteps echoed from behind. Everyone turned, their heads swivelling as they saw himâFranco. He was walking down the aisle, his face pale, his expression one of guilt and uncertainty. He wasnât in a rush, though. It was as if he was taking his time, as though he had already made a decision.
The room fell silent as Franco reached the front. He looked out at the gathering of facesâhis family, his friends, all of them waiting for the moment when he would say "I do." But he didnât speak immediately.
He was struggling with the words, and she could feel the weight of the tension from across the room. Her heart raced, confusion and disbelief washing over her as she watched him take a deep breath, his eyes scanning the crowd before finally locking on the brideâs family sitting in the front row.
âExcuse me,â Francoâs voice broke through the silence, shaky but loud enough for everyone to hear. âIâm sorry for the disruption,â he continued, his eyes darting nervously between the bride and the guests. âI... I canât do this. I canât marry her.â
The air seemed to stop in that moment. His words hung like an echo, the shock rippling through the crowd. She couldnât look away, her heart pounding in her chest as Freddie stood there, his face flushed with embarrassment, his hands trembling at his sides.
âIâm sorry, I thought I could,â he went on, his voice quiet but steady, âbut I canât marry her when I love someone else.â His gaze shifted to her, and for a split second, their eyes met. The pain, the regret, the history of everything they had beenâit was all there in that single glance. But she didnât feel anything but exhaustion. It was like watching someone elseâs dream unravel.
The guests were murmuring, unsure of how to respond. His bride, stood by the doors heâd just walked in from, ready to walk down the aisle frozen and unmoving. Shelooked like she was about to collapse, her face pale as she took in the words that no one had expected.
âIâm sorry, I justââ Franco continued, his voice breaking, âI canât do it. I canât go through with it. Iâm sorry. IâI just canât.â
Without another word, he turned and began to walk away, stepping down from the altar, leaving the bride standing alone, abandoned in front of everyone.
The room was filled with stunned silence.
Angelo reached for her hand, squeezing it gently as the reality of what had just unfolded sank in. She didnât know how to feelâdidnât know what to think. Her chest ached with a strange mixture of relief and guilt, but most of all, there was a numbness that began to set in.
And then, just as quickly as Franco had walked away, he was gone, disappearing behind the closed doors of the venue, leaving a trail of shock in his wake. The ceremony was over before it had even begun.
She couldnât help herself.
The guilt she felt in her stomach was strong.
It was her fault.
the end.
an: actual an, im sorry guys! i was feeling sad so i wrote this muahhah
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part 2 to ateez stuck in the friendzone! read that part so this makes sense
tw: slow burn + veeery dramatic + angst + fluff
a/n: both have the slowestttt slow burns in history of friends to lovers omg my heart did kinda break a little while writing them lol so keep in mind that both are VERY dramatic. maybe even cliche but honestly i just wrote what i, personally, enjoy reading. iâm just a girl in love with love đ„č
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SAN
san found himself attempting to hide his smile while you told him about your awful date from a few days ago. you were laying down with your head on his lap as san casually untangled strands of your hair, while you rambled on and on about the misfortunes he secretly thought were fortunes in disguise.
âwho talks about their mother on the first date? like the whole time i mean, of course itâs okay to mention one or two things following the context of the conversationâ you said, moving your hands dramatically to prove your point âbut the whole time? i tried to switch the topic of the conversation towards work and can you believe he told me about what his mother does for a living before telling me what HE does for HIS?â
san couldnât help but let out a loud laugh. you were so cute and he was so happy and relieved that the date had failed.
âhe should go to therapyâ he said, in between giggles. âright?! sigmund freud would have been thrilled to have him as a patientâ you exclaimed, laughing too.
after a few moments of cracking jokes and laughing about the situation, you turned your head to face san. âso what about you?â you asked. he looked down at you, smile on his face still. âwhat about me?â
âhave you gone on dates lately?â you asked. he threw his head back, shaking it slightly âwith what time? iâm too busy with schedulesâ he answered, half lying. itâs true that heâs very busy with his idol duties, but he always managed to make time for you. he knows he could easily use up that time to go on dates, but for obvious reasons that you still were ignorant to, he didnât. to you, he was just an introvert.
âbut are you not interested in anyone?â you pushed, lifting your head and sitting up to face him properly. san chose to avoid your eyes, not trusting himself to keep his own secret. instead, he looked to the city on his right, suddenly finding the building architectures more interesting. he noticed that the air in the terrace got warmer too, and the concrete platform you were sitting on got harder. or was he the one that got warmer and stiffer? âno, i donât think soâ he lied, but you knew him enough to see through it. âliar, youâre blushingâ
âwell it is an intimate questionâ he answered, attempting to smile in order to play it off. you shook your head no âyou blushed and your left eye twitched a bit. that was definitely a lie and as your best friend i want to know!â you exclaimed, grabbing his hands. if only you knew the effect you had on him.
when he came back from tour, he was determined to confess. but now that the perfect opportunity arose, he couldnât open his mouth. questions and different negative scenarios plagued his mind, convincing him that maybe it was a bad idea. he much rather work on moving on than lose you as a friend.
âare they that special to you?â you asked, in a much quieter tone of voice, noticing his silence. he nodded, staring at your eyes, hoping you could notice the love they held whenever he looked at you. but despite his desperation, you didnât. âthey are very lucky then, you genuinely are amazing in every aspect sannieâ. you continued, going back to your original place with your head on his lap, but still holding his hands. he kept staring at you, if only you knew.
âthank youâ san managed to say.
âââ
âhow fast can you come over to help me with something?â you asked san on the phone, as he exited the practice room. it was like the stars aligned, because he had just finished for the day. âi can come over right now, are you okay?â he asked, worried something may be wrong despite you sounding relatively okay. âi canât pick an outfit and- shit my aunt his calling me, invite yourself in when you arrive, iâm in my room and you already know the lock number of the doorâ you said, before hanging up.
outfit for what?
âââ
so thatâs how san found himself sitting on your bed on a friday night, numerous pieces of clothing scattered all over without care. he scrolled through some unread messages while he waited for you to try on a different outfit for your new date. yes, new date. as if his heart havenât just healed from last time.
âi matched with someone on this app and they immediately invited me on a date so now iâm having a fashion crisisâ you had explained to him as soon as he entered your room. why was it so hard for you to realize that your dates have been failing for a reason?
you appeared once again, now wearing an outfit that honestly took sanâs breath away as soon as his eyes landed on your figure. it was nothing too extravagant, actually, it was rather simple, but it was enough to make sanâs head spiral. specially when you twirled around to show the outfit from the back, since your shirt had an open back.
âso? what do we think?â you asked, eyes filled with hope.
san was conflicted: he was 100% sure he has never seen anyone look more beautiful, more dashing, more perfect. but, it wasnât for him. he didnât want anyone else to look at you like that, they would never come remotely close to the way he feels about you.
âsan-?â you started to ask after a few seconds of silence, but got interrupted by him: âdonât go on that dateâ
you looked at him confused, as he stared back with the same surprised face. that really had slipped from his lips before he realized what he was saying. you fucked up big time san, he thought to himself.
âwhy? do i really look that bad?â you asked, turning around to face the mirror in order to examine your body and face. he noticed the way your eyes dimmed, as you carefully traced your eyes over your figure, finding little imperfections that made your face turn into a sad frown. san felt his own heart shatter at the sight, and before he knew, he stood up and quickly hugged you from behind, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
âsannie?â you asked, startled by his sudden action and making you momentarily forget about the insecurities that started flooding your mind. you looked at him through the mirror: even if he was leaning down on you, he was still much wider, making you feel very small in his arms. unconsciously, you lifted your hand and patted his hair. san lifted his head, looking at you through the mirror as well, and your eyes interlocked.
âyouâre perfect y/nâ he whispered. âiâm sorry if i gave you the wrong idea, you look beautiful and your date is very luckyâ. he was trying to be supportive, but traces of sadness and desperation were evident in his face. enough for you to notice. you turned around, and the same hand that was patting his head went down to his cheek, holding him in place to look at you.
âwhatâs wrong san?â you asked, softly. your thumb traced comforting circles on his cheek, and you could feel his arms tighten around you as he closed his eyes.
âgo on that dateâ he whispered in a shaky voice, before adding âyou look beautifulâ.
you stared at him confused for a few moments, not really knowing what to say. then, he kissed your forehead and, with the little bit of strenght he had left in him, unwrapped his arms, stepping back. he grabbed his jacket and went to the door, but not before shooting you another sad look and saying âlike i said, your date is very luckyâ.
he left, heart in his hands, slowly breaking with each step.
you cancelled the date.
âââ
san couldnât sleep that night, he kept tossing and turning as his mind wandered about what you were doing with your date. were you still having dinner? no, probably not since itâs like 2 am. maybe it went so well that you invited them over for coffee at your place, something that will probably lead to something else. something he didnât even want to imagine, since it wasnât him committing those sins.
maybe it was time to move on, after all. he wants you to be happy, truly, so if your happiness doesnât include him, then he should at least be supportive. and in order to do that from the bottom of his heart, he should move-
*knock knock knock* he heard, coming from the door. he decided to ignore it, thinking that it was probably mingi, so he turned around and closed his eyes, pretending he was asleep.
âmaybe heâs asleep, i should come back tomorrow but thank you soenghwaâ he heard you say from behind the door. he never got out of bed faster, as he sprinted to the door and opened it widely.
there you stood, now dressed in a familiar oversized shirt and baggy pants. completely different from the outfit he last saw you on, but to him you still looked beautiful. you looked at him with wide eyes, as seonghwa smirked next to you.
âiâll leave you aloneâ he said, before he made his way to his room and shut the door behind him.
you stood there awkwardly, avoiding his eyes. you came here with a question, but now that you had san right in front of you, thoughts were scattered all over your mind and you couldnât say a word.
âcome inâ he said, sensing your internal dilemma. you nodded in response, as you entered and made your way to his unmade bed.
âdid i wake you up?â you asked. san shut the door and shook his head âactually i couldnât sleepâ
âme neitherâ you said in a low voice.
âhow was your date?â he asked, unsure of what to say. he sat next to you on the bed, looking at you while trying to decipher your expression. you turned your head to sanâs bedside table, finding the small plushie you once gifted him randomly. you smiled. âi cancelled itâ
âwhat? why?!â he asked, with surprised wide eyes. you turned back to him. âi suddenly didnât want to go, thatâs it really. so while i was tidying up my room i found this shirtâ you said, fiddling with the ends of the shirt that looked a little too big on you âthe one you once lent me after we got stuck in the rain that one time. i told you i would wash it and give it back, but i didnât. why didnât i give it back to you?â
san stared at you in silence.
âso i realized it still had your perfume, and before i knew it, i had put it on. then i started thinking about you, about us. youâre my best friend, you know? but as i was laying down on my bed, i was thinking: what if you were not? what if my dates always failed for a reason?â you continued, as your fingers reached for his. âwhat if the reason they always failed was because i always searched you in them? so again, before i realized i was standing in front of your apartment, but with one question in my mindâ
san could feel his heart beat increase and his breath shorten.
âwhat will happen to us and our friendship if i told you how i feel? how i think i always felt even if i didnât know it?â you asked, looking at him scared.
âyouâre dumbâ he said, loud enough for only you to hear. that didnât surprise you, what did was the way he immediately let go of your hand in order to hug you close, bringing you closer to his body. âwhat will happen? how would i feel? y/n youâre dumb because thatâs how iâve been feeling for a long time nowâ he said, hands leaving your waist and craddling your face. san stared at you, and now you realized that his eyes looked different: they held love in them. something you always searched on random people in dating apps, yet were never able to find. instead, it has been right in front of you this whole time.
âi love youâ he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. finally, he thought. he finally said the words he has been keeping locked deeply inside him for years. you smiled, as your nose touched his. âi love you too, iâm sorry i just realizedâ
maybe it was time to give you the silver necklace he bought you on tour, since now the timing was right.
MINGI
mingi missed you, a lot. he hadnât heard from you since you stormed out of his house a week and a half ago. he had left you a couple of texts apologizing, and even attempted calling you, but to no avail. you had disappeared, and he didnât blame you, he was stupid enough to let you go. in fact, thatâs the thing he regretted the most about the fight: not chasing after you.
so he did what he knew best: he took his misery and transformed it into work, to be precise, he wrote three songs, all about his feelings, the situation in itself and you.
three different scenarios that made him hear yunhoâs voice calling him dramatic in his mind. to be honest, he knew he was being a little dramatic about the situation. he knew that you probably just needed time to cool down, and that if his apology was good enough you would forgive him in a heart beat, because, in the end, he knew you loved him. maybe not in the way he wished for, but you loved him nonetheless.
mingi stared at the ceiling in silence, wondering what were you doing while he layed on his bed feeling miserable. did you miss him too? were you also thinking about him? he was certain of one thing only: he wanted to see you. it didnât matter to him if you opened the door or not, he needed to at least hear your voice through the door.
he checked the time: 11:47 pm, almost midnight. fuck it, he thought. he stood up and quickly got dressed in a speed record time, tied up his shoes and grabbed his keys and song notebook in the process. by 11:55 pm he was already closing the door of his car.
as mingi started driving, questions also started flooding his mind: will you hate him if he suddenly showed up? what if you had invited someone over? shouldnât he have discussed this with one of his friends first just in case?
questions, questions, questions.
no answers.
soon enough, he found himself standing in front of your apartment door. he could easily ring the door bell, knock on the door or simply use the spare key you gave him once for emergencies. yet, he was unable to do any, frozen in place as he mentally debated on what to do.
mingi decided to do something odd, something he would have probably laughed at if he saw it in one of the movies you usually forced him to watch with you: he took out his pen and notebook, ripped off one of the pages and wrote on it. then, he slid it under the door and left.
âiâll tell you everything -mâ
âââ
you have always been a hopeless romantic, mingi knew that perfectly well. you believed in happy endings, and that love and friendship can win over everything. so why hasnât he heard from you still? did you not get the note? should he leave another one? no, that would be too pushy, it was only two days ago.
questions, questions, questions.
still no answers.
mingi was sulking again, and honestly it started to worry seonghwa and san, who watched as he walked back to his room right after dinner, without saying a word during the whole night. honestly, he was just too lost in his thoughts. their pair exchanged a look, before following him.
âmingi, hold up, everything okay? youâre more⊠distracted than usualâ seonghwa said, carefully choosing his words. mingi hummed in response, nodding as he stopped in his tracks. âyeah, thereâs just a lot in my headâ he answered, not looking at his friends. âlet us hear it thenâ san said, patting his back and leading them towards the living room.
the trio sat down on the sofa they had bought a few months ago, the one you had scolded them about because it seemed very expensive and too hard to clean. they had all laughed, but soon enough realized you were right when mingi spilled a bit of sauce on it. the stain was still there.
âso? whatâs wrong?â seonghwa asked once they all got comfortable. mingi sighed, looking down before he started spilling everything that had happened, from two weeks ago until now. he noticed the eldest nodding along the story, but neither of them said anything until he finished.
âwhen exactly did you leave this note?â san asked, fidgeting with his bracelet. âtwo days agoâ mingi answered. sanâs eyes went wide, as he muttered a small fuck before he sprinted towards the kitchen. seonghwa and mingi exchanged a look, both equally confused at their friendâs actions. after a few moments and very weird sounds that came from the kitchen, san appeared again, with a crumbled up yellow post it in his hand. he handed it to mingi.
âthe hell is this? it has food stains san, grossâ mingi said with a disgusted face as he barely touched the paper. âopen it, i found it this morningâ san said, sitting down next to him again. mingi gave his friends a strange look, before carefully opening the crumbled up piece of paper. as he read, his eyes widened in surprise.
âwhat time is it?!â he exclaimed. â9 pmâ seonghwa answered, checking the time in his phone. mingi muttered a small fuck, before putting his shoes on, and grabbing his bag.
âiâll be back in a whileâ he said, before shutting the door behind him.
seonghwa looked at san, confused. âwhat the hell did the paper say?â he asked. san picked it up from the floor and showed it to him:
â8 pm, our special placeâ.
the hand writing was yours.
âââ
mingi was almost sure he broke one or two speeding laws on his way to the park where he hoped you were still waiting at. he cursed san for not telling him sooner, even if he knew it wasnât really his fault to begin with. the park wasnât far from his apartment though, just a short 10 minute drive. as cliche as it sounds, it was the park were you both met.
at that time, around 6 years ago or so, his mind revolved around perfection, hard work, pressure, debut. so he would succumb to overwhelming feelings pretty often, that forced him to need some time alone. thatâs how he found a park nearby, and specifically, one peculiar tree that caught his attention for some reason. he used to sit down under it, notebook on his lap and pen between his fingers, as he scribbled down some random thoughts that plagued his mind during hard moments. he didnât really plan to turn his words into songs yet, it was just his way to deal with stress. he used to find these little moments very special: it was like he was reconnecting with his inner, truer self, and not the mean facade he wore in front of his soon to be members. yeah, some of them irked him, like that wooyoung guy, but he didnât mean to be that rude all the time. so, to escape the constant pressure kq fellaz was facing in between the company walls, he found solace in a park, but specifically, he found solace under that tree.
he could remember the day he met you like it was yesterday. he remembers all the stress he was feeling, debut date coming closer and closer. everyone was on edge, from the members to the staff. he had also recently come back from morocco after successfully shooting his first music video! but he couldnât deny it: as much as he was excited, he was already feeling a little tired. he needed some alone time, just himself with his thoughts. so he found himself walking towards his favorite spot in the park.
only to find you there, sitting down under the tree. his tree to be precise. and you were writing on a pink notebook with a fluffy pen. mingi felt like he was looking at a reflection of himself, but instead of being comforted by it, he felt annoyed. it was HIS tree after all!
âexcuse me, this is my spotâ he said, coming into your field of vision. you looked up to him, pausing your hand and taking an earphone off. âexcuse me?â
âthis is my spotâ he reiterated, making you chuckle slightly. âthe tree you mean? does it have your name or something?â you asked, finding the situation hilarious. he rolled his eyes in annoyance, why did nothing go his way?! âlisten, i had a shitty day and i need to sit there for a while, so can you leave?â
âno, i got here first. plus there are tons of other trees here, itâs a park after allâ you said, putting your earphone back on and turning your gaze to your notebook. he stayed still in his place in front of you, making you huff in annoyance at his persistence. âlook dude, i am not going to move. you can either sit on the opposite side or leave, i donât care but stop bothering meâ you continued.
mingi really really reaaaally needed to be at his safe place, too overwhelmed to funcion rationally, so he rolled his eyes and sat on the opposite side of the tree.
thatâs how the story started: at opposite sides of the tree. soon enough it got replaced by sitting nearby, and eventually next to each other. some times you would even bring snacks to share in silence, as you both wrote down your thoughts on your respective notebooks. once he debuted, he broke the silence for the first time, urging you to listen to his song. after that, you started talking more, about music, shows, your respective jobs and life in itself. the safe place you both found under the tree, was also found in each other, quickly realizing you often shared the same thoughts and views about the world.
the story started under a tree, and he hoped it wouldnât end there too. he needed you to be there, because he wasnât ready to lose not only his best friend, but also his safe place. even the tree would become stained from the pain. and he would have nothing left, just questions, questions, and more questions about different what ifs.
you werenât there.
but mingi wasnât about to give up anytime soon. he started running towards the direction of your apartment, forgetting that he had parked the car on the opposite direction. his legs were aching, and he felt like he was a bit out of breath, despite all the idol training he has been enduring for six years. but he kept running.
until he spot you in the distance.
ây/n!â he yelled. he saw you stop in your tracks and turn around to his direction, confused at the sudden call of your name. once you spotted him running towards you, you sprinted to him.
his body collapsed against yours, as he hugged you tightly, like you would disappear if he let you go. mingi hid his face in the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around his back. you could hear his quick heart beat from how close he held you, and you were sure he could hear yours too.
after a while, mingi lifted his head from your neck, and looked at you. âwhy are you crying?â he asked, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. âi thought you wouldnât come, why are you crying mingi?â you asked, repeating his own actions, but on his cheeks. he giggled, he didnât even realize he was crying. âi thought i lost youâ he said, truthfully.
the park was dark, the only lights came from street lights. so, for outsiders, you probably looked like a random couple having a dramatic moment. definitely not mingi from idol group ateez and his best friend y/n reconciliating.
âiâm sorryâ he whispered, locking his eyes with yours. they still held tears, that threatened to spill depending on your answer. you shook your head âno, iâm sorry mings, i shouldnât have walked away like that. plus i didn't even give you a chance to explainâ.
âiâm sorry for not showing you the songs, for not chasing you, and for being too much of a coward to not face you directlyâ he apologized. you hugged him again, shushing him. âi shouldnât have pressured you to show me, you donât have to do anything you donât want to doâ
mingi looked at you again, and bit his lip. âcan i still show you though?â
âitâs not necessary, mingi, itâs fine real-â you started saying before he interrupted you, taking your hand and leading you towards the same old place from before. âi want toâ he said, determined.
you let him whisk you away.
âââ
back at the peculiar tree that was iluminated enough by a street lamp a few meters away, he sat you down at your usual spot. he sat down beside you, as he pulled out his notebook from his bag. mingi gave it to you.
âmingi, this really isnât necessary-â you started saying once again. âpleaseâ he interrupted, with pleading eyes. so you took his notebook and opened it on the first page. you already read that song, it was the first one he ever wrote a long while back. âread the last onesâ
you turned the pages, until you found them. mingi looked at you nervously, starting to feel fidgety at the thought of you realizing his deepest secret, the only one he hid from you. he just hoped you wouldnât hate him. he scanned your face, puffy eyes filling with tears once again as realization hit you. you turned your gaze back to him with wide, surprised eyes.
âmingi- what? wait, hold onâ you stammered, as tears fell from your eyes. you quickly set his notebook aside to grab your own bag, taking out your new pink notebook, your diary. you handed it to him, saying: âopen it on august 5thâ
he stared at you confused, and slightly unsure too, since youâve always been pretty secretive about what you wrote there. he found the page and read:
âaugust 5th.
so i realized something, that iâm almost too afraid to write even here. iâm scared that if i admit it, iâll have to face a sad reality. i think iâm in love with my best friend, isnât that stupid? thatâs how i feel, at least. i havenât seen him in a while because of his work, and i feel like iâm slowly losing my mind. why do i only feel complete when heâs with me? scratch that, why am i even writing this?
anyways, iâll probably die with the secretâ
ânow turn to september 16thâ you said, avoiding his eyes.
âseptember 16th.
iâm in love with my best friend. i love mingi. how insane is that? and how stupid? he is my best friend, for godâs sake. but i canât help the way i feel, specially when heâs so annoyingly observant. like for example, the other day he noticed my pen was dying, so today he surprised me with a new fluffy pink pen. i hate him for making my heart swell at such gestures. specially because i know I KNOW thatâs what best friends do.
anyways iâm not gonna use his pen because i decided iâm going to preserve it foreverâ
âand now, tun to november 10thâ you muttered. mingi realized it was yesterdayâs date.
ânovember 10th.
i still love him. and i fucked up. but iâm still in love with himâ
he closed your notebook, turning towards you. he found you with your face on your knees, as you hugged your legs, too embarrassed to face him, despite now knowing his feelings. he loves you too, with the same devotion, with the same desperation and intensity. mingi loves you, his best friend.
âlook at me, y/nâ he whispered. you slowly lifted your head, hesitantly looking at him. the way you both looked at each other held more intimacy than ever. mingi slowly reached for you, bringing your face closer to his. his hold was shaky, almost unsure, this was a whole new territory. he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
âi love youâ he admitted.
too many questions, that finally got an answer.
âi love you tooâ you whispered.
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relationships with blue lock boys as kpop songs . . .
pairing -> itoshi rin, bachira meguru, yoichi isagi x gn!reader (seperate !)
warnings -> some angst on some parts, swearing here and there, might be ooc ? not proofread !!
word count -> rin and yoichi's is 0.7k, bachira's is 0.9k
author's note -> please click the links on the song names !! it'll help you understand why i chose that specific song ^^
. . . itoshi rin !
â« now playing . . run2u by stayc - - - next in queue . . save me save you by wjsn
You knew the risks of dating someone cold and stoic like RIN ITOSHI, hell you were even surprised that he liked you back. You knew damn well that you were going to get hurt in the process, but you didn't care. All you wanted to do was to be with him. It doesn't matter if he's happy (you might not see it on the outside but being his s/o made you know how he is if he's happy), disheartened or upset. Your friends warned, fuck, even your classmates who you didn't even know or liked told you so. They just didn't know him like you did. Yes, you've gotten hurt before but he would ALWAYS apologize. You've learned to become patient for him during his breakdowns, he would say things like "I fuckin' hate my lukewarm brother." and "I need to become fucking better, how else am I.. gonna beat him..". You were confused whenever his breakdowns happened, it wasn't a weekly thing for him to do that, it only happened whenever you noticed him become tense and pressured. You didn't know why he hated his brother, I mean the Itoshi Sae? But you've never asked him about it, knowing he'd get agitated.
You were the first ever person he fell for, the first person he genuinely liked being around. RIN ITOSHI was scared for the first time again, scared that one day you might leave him too. Scared that he might scare you away because god, he knows how he acts whenever he's feeling distressed. He couldn't understand it, why have you stayed this long with him? Why did you treat him so differently? Weren't you just using him for his money and his fame? He knew the answers to all of his questions when one day, he just couldn't take it anymore. He'd accidentally lashed out his anger on you, the one person who he actually cared for. RIN ITOSHI had accidentally hit you, it didn't hurt much, yet it still alarmed you. He realized what he did just in time before he held you in his arms, apologizing over and over again as he cried onto your shirt. "Baby.. it's okay, really.." you said to him while caressing his hair. "N-no.. it's not! I'd accidentally hurt you, the one person I genuinely cared for..! H-how is that okay?!" RIN ITOSHI replied, you carefully asked him if he wanted to talk about why he felt like this to which he hesitantly said yes to. "I wanna know what happened, Rinnie.. don't try to hide it. I'll always be by your side", just by saying those words, RIN ITOSHI poured his heart out on his vent to you, saying that he felt distressed because he heard some of your classmates saying that his brother will always be better than him. He told you the reason why he hated his brother, he recalled the night where his brother said some things that was too painful to say out loud. After he was done, you held him in your arms once more, RIN ITOSHI couldn't take it anymore. He cried once again, asking you why you had stayed with him this long, why were you here listening to his vents, were you just getting dirt to gossip about him? You asked him saying, "Rinnie.. you wanna know why I've been here with you for so long?", he looked up at you with his beautiful teal eyes and simply nodded, "The only reason why I'm here with you is because I love you. Not for your fame, not for your success, and certainly not for your money but for you..", RIN ITOSHI was surprised, you really weren't using him? He had doubted you for a bit but oh, your tone while you said that to him made him believe that what you were saying is true. That's all that he needed to hear before hugging you tightly again, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Thank you so so fucking much, y/n.. you don't know how much I love you..", the black-haired boy in front of you said.
RIN ITOSHI now believes that true love exists, and true love is wherever you are. He didn't care if you saw him at his most vulnerable state, he knew you wouldn't gossip that to your other friends. RIN ITOSHI now knows the answers to all of his questions, he knows that you will stay with him until the end of times.
. . . bachira meguru !
âȘ now playing . . love is lonely by NMIXX
BACHIRA MEGURU was convinced that you were his special someone. You were convinced that he was your special someone too. For all of BACHIRA MEGURU's life, he'd been lonely. Only sharing his love and appreciation to his mother who held deeply in his heart. The second you went up to him, asking if he was okay, he felt skeptical. He wasn't stupid, so he'd ask you if someone ordered you to come to him just to record him at his weakest. You were taken aback yet you knew what the others said about him and his "monster", you really could care less about what they said about him. "Huh? No.. I came here because I saw feeling down after classes ended." you replied, you took your hand out and asked him if he wanted to come with you to go to a place that was special to you. He was reluctant at first but eventually gave in. He'd noticed you in class before, you weren't like the others. You genuinely had a pure heart.
You ran in front of him while holding his hand still. BACHIRA MEGURU swore he felt a big, genuine smile starting to grow on his face. Were you the person the monster inside him was looking for? You introduced him to a small bench, not that far from the school. You told him how you discovered this place as you were randomly walking home and decided that it was gonna be your special place. You had brought fairy lights to hang on the trees that were around the bench. The two of you sat on it and it was as if fate that you guys fit perfectly on it. You went on rambling about how you'd always wanted to be his friend but you were to shy to ask him, and how he'd been the first ever person you had brought along to go here. He didn't even notice how there was light pink tint starting to grow on his face. Ever since then, you and BACHIRA MEGURU had been together as if the two of you were cursed for all eternity to be together, he wouldn't mind if that was the case.
It wasn't long before he had started to fall for you, just the way you would talk to him, take care of him, comfort him, and treat him as if he were an actual person were just a few reasons on why he'd fallen for you. If he could, he would rant on for hours and hours on why he likes you so much. Before he knew it, it had already been 6 months since the two of you had met. You'd asked him to go your guys' special place to which he had ecstatically said yes to. He obviously wanted to at least look good for you, even though you said that whatever he would wear, he'd still look good. The second he arrived at the bench, he saw that you weren't there which was strange.. He thought maybe you were just playing games with him. "Y/n! You can come out now~!" BACHIRA MEGURU shouted playfully, yet you still didn't come out. He noticed an envelope on the bench with a heart sticker on it, he knew that he would want you to open it knowing that only you and him knew about this secret hangout spot and thought you had left it for him to find. He noticed a handwritten "To: BACHIRA MEGURU, my best friend in the whole entire world" on it, and when he opened the envelope, a long piece of paper was in it. He slowly unfolded it and read the contents of the letter. "Dear Megu, I'm sorry I couldn't come to you face to face to tell you what I've been feeling recently. The thing is, the second you held my hand that late afternoon, I fell for you. Call it stupid but god, I immediately fell for you. The fact you didn't hesitate to come with me just made me blush thinking about it. I've always knew I liked you before we were even friends, but I just thought of it as infatuation. You really did prove me wrong because you were the person I've been meaning to find ever since I watched romance movies and discovered what love is. The fact you listen to my endless talks about whatever really made me fall for you even more! In the span of the 6 months of our friendship, you became someone that I loved being around with. I want to end our friendship though.. and maybe start having a new relationship, a romantic one. Soo.. what do you say? Will you accept?", the letter said and god did he fall for you even more. The fact that you loved him the same way he loved you, oh who was he kidding, he's head over heels for you. As he was coming to the end of the letter, a pair of hands slowly hugged him from behind. He knew it was you, he recognized your touch all too well. The second you hugged him, he turned around and picked you up. "Oh y/n! You don't know how long I've been waiting for this day!" You were surprised, you really didn't expect that unpredictable action of his. Your smile became as big as the entire world to say the least, your eyes having some sort of sparkle in it. "So, do you accept..?" you asked gleefully, to which BACHIRA MEGURU replied by kissing you.
BACHIRA MEGURU had finally found the true meaning of love, it was the embodiment of you. The hardships of his life he had left behind due to you. He went inside the school campus with a smile on his face knowing you would be there waiting for him. BACHIRA MEGURU had finally fallen, he had let himself fall for you.
. . . isagi yoichi !
đ now playing . . cool with you by New Jeans
If there was one word to describe how ISAGI YOICHI felt whenever he was with you, it would be comfort. Just being beside you, it would bring him to ease knowing that you were right there with him. You guys could be scrolling on your phones, showing each other different videos that reminded you guys of each other and he would already fall deeper in love with you. You understood him better than anyone else could, you knew what to do and what to say whenever he felt sorrowful. Whether it be losing a really really important soccer match or if he felt insecure and unconfident. Maybe that's why he liked you so fucking much. Your presence just soothes his soul, he didn't know how to explain it, it just did.
ISAGI YOICHI didn't always need for you to tell him how much you loved him, he could always feel it, as if the two of you were somehow telepathically connected. Just simply holding his hand, caressing his hair, and telling him how good he was at playing soccer was all he needed to know. People could see how deep the connection the two of you had, even before you guys were together. Whatever emotion he was feeling, it was almost as if you felt it the same way he did, maybe that's why the two of you had such a strong bond with each other. The two of you could go days and days doing the same thing over and over again but it wouldn't bore him, not when the person who he cherishes most was with him. Sometimes, ISAGI YOICHI finds himself zoning out during classes just thinking about you! He just can't help it, he's totally the type to chat you "I miss you" the second you part ways after walking home from school. He really cherishes every moment he has with you, even if he's not physically next to you, just seeing you makes him relaxed. That's definitely his motivation whenever you watch his games as well, just seeing you cheer your heart out for him, he can't help but drive himself to win, just for you.
Even if he knows how much he means to you, he sometimes can't help but doubt himself, he finds himself wondering if the effort he's putting into the relationship is the same as the effort you put in. "Baby.. do you think that sometimes.. I'm somehow lacking something in our relationship..?" the deep blue-eyed boy in front of you asks, "Huh? Love, of course not! You've given so much into our relationship, what else could I ask for?" you reply, your hand cupping his cheek. "'m sorry baby, I just felt down.." ISAGI YOICHI says, "Oh baby.. don't you ever think that you're dragging our relationship down, okay? I know you love me the same way I love you." you remind him, kissing his forehead. You see him blush and the tip of his ears turn red and you pinch his cheek as you tease him for being so so cute! "H-hey..! Why'd you just randomly pinch me!" the dark blue haired boy says, "Well, you're just so so so cute and I can't believe you're mine~!" you playfully respond. His face becomes even redder now that you said that. You chuckle at the sight of him and you pepper his face with kisses, on his lips, his neck, his jawline, his forehead, you bet that you didn't leave any part of his face untouched. It was moments like these in where he thought that the two of you were the only ones in the world, he has an album of memories in his brain stored with each and every memory the two of you had ever made. God was he crazy about you.
ISAGI YOICHI believed, no, he knew that you were his soulmate and that you knew that he was yours. He would find comfort whenever you were with him, and though he isn't the most verbally talkative lover, you knew how much he adores you. (Please let him daydream about how ethereal you would look at your guys' wedding, he would very much appreciate it, even if you find it funny)
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Okay so I'm from the Newsies fandom which means I know how to make character backstories out of literally nothing and I'm done with my "This makes no sense what were the writers thinking?" stage of grief after the BuckTommy breakup and it's time to go to work and start asking "What could have happened to make this make sense?".
Because regardless of what you think about Tommy, it's very clear that the writers have characterized him (in the current stage of his life) as someone who has put in a lot of work to become a better person, is a very steady figure, and feels very confident in himself and his identity. We've also been told and shown that he and Buck care for each other a lot and neither of them wanted this relationship to end. So the question is, what happened in Tommy's past that could have caused this very confident, mature person to realize he's falling in love with his partner and then choose to leave?
"I'm your first, not your last."
How many times has Tommy been someone's first? How many times has he shown another man this new side of himself, taught them what it means to be queer and how to love yourself for it, and been left behind once they figured themselves out? How many times has he been someone's first and had a whirlwind romance, only to be left brokenhearted because his partners had a whole new world opened up to them only to realize they didn't want Tommy to be a part of that world?
Does Tommy think of himself as the guy people have fun with, not the guy they want to marry? Does Tommy think there's something wrong with him, that there's a reason no one ever sees a future with him? Do you think he's always told himself that he would keep trying, that it's worth the potential heartbreak to find out if this next guy might be the one who stays?
Did the way Buck was talking about their relationship being transformative for him just sound too familiar? Did he think Buck liked him because he was showing him something new, not because he could ever actually love someone like Tommy? Do you think he could never imagine Buck liking him anywhere near as much as Tommy liked him?
Do you think he realized he was falling in love with Buck, and the idea of losing him like all the others was just too much? Do you think he knew the potential heartbreak of someone as incredible as Buck deciding he didn't want Tommy in his future wasn't worth it this time? Do you think he was afraid of falling in love with Buck, of falling so deeply in love that he wouldn't be able to recover when Buck left him like all the others? Do you think he decided it was better to break things off with Buck before he could finish falling in love with him?
Do you think they could come back from this? That maybe, just maybe, if Tommy told Buck about all of his fears that he could convince Tommy that it is worth it to find out if they could make it?
"I'm not the guy people decide to spend their life with. They- you'll finish figuring yourself out and realize you don't want a future with me. And that's okay, I just... I don't want to let myself finish falling in love with you first because I won't survive losing you after that."
"Do you think that little of me? That I'm just using you for my own personal gain and that I'll leave you in the dust as soon as I get what I want?"
"I... No. No, I don't think you would do that."
"Then give us a chance. Let me show you that this is more than just an awakening for me. Let me prove that I want to finish falling in love with you too."
Because I think that's what Tommy's afraid of. He's a person who's spent a lot of time self-reflecting and he knows himself so well, especially his faults. I think heâs afraid of Buck seeing all of those faults and realizing he doesnât love Tommy as much as he thought he did. Loving someone means you see every part of them and want to be with them anyways.
I think Tommy is terrified of falling in love with someone because he can't imagine anyone loving him back.
#i kinda want to write a fic about tommy being a victim on a call#therfore forcing him and buck to have a come to jesus moment about all this#but we shall see#anyways i think tommy is a facinating character and i will never forgive toxic fans with no imagination for ruining his potential#give me characters with shitty origins who put in the work to become better people#give me characters who are allowed to grow and change and become more than just products of their upbringing#tommy's storyline could have been so incredible if we'd been allowed to see how he got from where he started to where he is now#alas i'll just have to do it myself i guess#tommy kinard#evan buck buckley#buck buckley#bucktommy#buck x tommy#tevan#911 spoilers#911 abc#911 show
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Moonlight -- Vampire!Sylus X Reader â©âË.âȘïž âșââ§
word count: 3.3k
tags: 18+ NSFW!!, mention of blood, biting, penetration, mention of alcohol
previous chapters on Ao3 / This blog !
Chapter 6
After yourâŠnewfound experience, Sylus left the house to attend to more business matters. Always so busy, yet didnât seem bothered by it. But, like the past couple of weeks has been, youâve been left alone with your thoughts. Now, something different was blossoming in you. Your mind was constantly preoccupied with the memory of Sylusâ sweet, poisonous words. His bite wasnât anything like the first time. It burned like fire, the heat searing across your body. It gave you goosebumps, recalling the feeling. But the pleasure and pain were both equal with each other. You found yourself wanting to feel it again, craving it like a strong wine.Â
           Most importantly, you found yourself confused. The old you would have rather died than to submit at the hands of someone violent and arrogant. He had everything at his fingers, and you easily fell into all of it. Just like he knew you would. Your life changed completely overnight, yet it only took a matter of time to accept this new one. How long would he keep you around? Would he tire from you, bored of your mortal existence? If so, would he set you back out into the world? You felt dizzy just thinking about it. These negative thoughts werenât good for you, but it was hard to think about anything else. It made the feeding so much easier, and felt heavenly at that, but your dumb mortal emotions reacted strongly. You didnât know what to take from it. You were food for Sylus, your only purpose to serve him what he craves. Maybe he didnât care about you like he acted. Maybe he didnât want you, other than for one reason you were purchased for.Â
           Truthfully, it made you depressed. A hollow feeling started to form in your chest. For the rest of the night, you didnât leave his room. You dismissed off the twins who brought you dinner, having trouble finding the motivation or energy to exist. Maybe it was some deeper, inner insecurity you never realized you had. Time moves slow, too slow when all you did was lay there. Your thoughts were swimming, questions firing left and right in your brain. It felt like hours have passed, your body aching from your stillness. You expected Sylus to be there any second but he wasnât there.
          âMiss? You feeling okay?" said one of the twins on the other side of the door. You couldnât tell which one spoke, their voices muffled by the physical barrier. You just stare, unsure what to say. They must know something was off.Â
          âIâm fine,â you responded plainly. The twins were too keen on their senses to not know something was up.Â
          âBoss said you must eat or drink something. What can we bring you?â You internally groan with their persistence. They told Sylus you refused dinner. You truly werenât hungry though, so you said the first consumable item to pop in your head.Â
          âOkay, can I have some wine?â You asked. Thereâs a pause behind the door and part of you wonders if youâll be refused for the first time.Â
          âOf course. Weâll send some up.â They donât give you time to respond as you hear their footsteps walk away from the door. Wine sounded pretty good anyways, and maybe itâll help ease the weight on your mind. Within mere minutes, a bottle of unopened wine appears in an ice bucket outside your door. It almost felt like room service, much to your amusement.Â
            Youâll just take some personal time for yourself, relaxing. Self care. Although, unfortunately, you know you have all the time in the world for that. Considering Sylusâ never ending work, you had too much alone time. You shake off the anxious thoughts creeping back into your head before opening the wine bottle. It was a high quality red wine and you knew this was a good decision.Â
            The taste warmed your throat the same way Sylusâ lips did against yours. You were thinking about him too much, and tonight you didnât want that. You drink more, a little sloppy, but in your desolate state you could care less. You scoffed out loud, wondering when Sylusâ touch began to stick to you. Maybe youâll take another bath, hoping to feel like a new blank state. The lack of substance in your stomach made you tipsy quick, but that was kinda the plan anyways. You ease off of the massive bed and head towards the open bathroom. The king-sized clawfoot bathtub was still in its original place as you last used it, just hours ago. With one hand preoccupied with a wine glass, the other fumbles with a knob, causing hot, steamy water to pour out. You lean against the marble counter, continuing to drink. You still thought of Sylus, and part of it scared you you were becoming too attached to him. Naturally, you didnât have anything but him. He wanted that though, so what if you were attached?Â
         Seeing the water was filled just enough, you decided to slip off your clothes and go inside the tub. As you pull your shirt over, your elbow ends up knocking against the wine glass. It fell over, shattering in the bathroom sink. The abrupt sound made you spin around in surprise, only to find the remnants of glass. Well, at least itâs all in one spot, you thought. You sigh, carefully taking the bigger shards out first. Before you stick your hand in again, something cold and hard stops your movement. You knew it was Sylusâ hand without looking at him.Â
            âAlways about to prick your finger when Iâm around. Careful, sweetie, we wouldnât want that.â You look at him in the mirror before you. Youâd think he wouldnât be visible, like the stories, but your mind was burning the image of his body powering over you. The way his eyes took in every detail of you and the way his hand easily wrapped around your delicate hand. This new pet name, sweetie, felt almost belittling. But there was something ravishing in his tone when he said it.Â
           âSorryâŠâ You looked away from the reflection. You move out of his grasp with ease.Â
           âYouâŠare drinking?â Sylus cocks an eyebrow. He didnât sound mad, but there was a genuine curiosity in his question. âLuke said you refused dinner. Are you feeling alright?â He said, sounding more flat.Â
           You realized your chest and arms were casually exposed to him right now. You look at the steaming water, then back to Sylus. âI just wanted to relax today.â You hold your arm, feeling sheepish. He stares at you for a moment, deciding if you were truthful or not.Â
           He closes the gap between you two. âFeeling modest arenât you? A little late for that now, donât you think kitten?â His body presses up against yours as he grabs the arm that was across your torso. He brings up your hand and places his lips on your knuckles. You flush instantly, his touch reminding you of the great pleasure heâs capable of. âDonât hide yourself from me. I own you, I own everything about you.â His lips now graze against your wrist, his fangs hovering. You tense, preparing for anything. This doesnât go unnoticed. He drops your hand back down.Â
âTell me what is wrong,â he demanded suddenly. His patience was thin tonight and you understood that you couldnât hide your feelings, no matter how hard you tried.
âWhat will happen to me when youâre done with me?â The words proved difficult to speak, but once you said it you felt a little lighter. Sylusâ expression doesnât change but you have to know the answer. You couldnât spend the rest of your lonely time here just waiting in anxious anticipation.
âDone with you?â He repeats, sounding confused. âWhatever do you mean?â You could tell he knew exactly what you meant, and it was amusing for him to see you try and open up. It was frustrating, but there was no other way you would be able to get this done.
âYou know! Done with me. Bored with me, a human. You know exactly what I mean,â you said, your tongue feeling sharp. Sylus stares at you, his expression blank and unreadable. Itâs like those crimson eyes of his could see right through you. He positions himself in front of you, causing you to lean against the marble counter. There was barely any room left to breathe.Â
âBored of you?â He spoke softer now as the distance between you was nonexistent. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear gently before tracing his touch down your jaw. His hand holds your jaw in place, causing you to be unable to look away from him. âDonât be so foolish. I told you before, youâre mine forever. It is going to be very entertaining.â He leans his head down, his breath barely caressing your ear. âYou gave yourself to me. Youâre in this for the long run, sweetie. I know you, now. I feel the way you tense up, the way your heartbeat quickens. How warm you get when I touch you like this.â He slides his hand away from your jaw, tracing down past your chest and just barely above your torso. His featherlight touch felt like pure electricity as it made its way down to your lower body. He grazes his long fingers against your inner thigh, causing you to hitch your breathing.Â
Oh, how he was right. How he was right about everything. Even now, as he easily proved you wrong, you were turned on from his voice and his touch. Intoxicating as always. He presses a quick kiss against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. With one fluid motion, he places both hands around your legs and hoists you up upon the bathroom counter. It was cool to the touch as your legs tried to adjust comfortably on the marble. Sylus now stood, his physical presence hovering over you as you sat. Opened, and exposed, for him. He radiated desire and you could tell it took effort to control himself. He was ready to devour you whole.Â
âDo you want me to stop?â He asked in a low, husky tone. You wondered if he truly would, if you said no. Clearly, at this moment, thatâs not what you wanted. It made you blush when he asked permission. He could take you any time, any moment. You were at the mercy of his hands after all. You shake your head.
âNoâŠâ You murmured. Your body felt like fire as you sat against the cool marble. Sylus was pleased with your answer, continuing to roam his hands over you. He somehow managed to slip your bottoms off with ease, causing you to be mostly bare in front of him. He traces his fingers over the underwear you still wore, teasing. Testing you. You knew he could hear your heart hammer against your chest. He could feel the heat pooling in your most sensitive spot.Â
âYou are the most intoxicating, my dear.â He plants another kiss on your neck, onto your jaw, before placing his lips on yours. You melt into his kiss without hesitation. His praise, whether for you or for your blood, turned you on more. You wanted moreâ you wanted him. His heavy fingers touch softly over your underwear, making you twitch with anticipation. Without warning, he tears off your last remaining fabric as if it was nothing.
âWhâ!âÂ
âThey were in the way,â he growled. He touches you directly now, a soft gasp leaving your lips as he continues. You hear him snicker as he feels you are already wet with desire. âSuch a good, obedient pet,â he whispered, teasing your entrance. He eases a finger into you as his thumb rubs your clit. You lean forward, grabbing Sylus as if he was the only thing anchoring you in this world. You feel him place a hand behind your back, holding you against him. He kisses the top of your head as he begins to move his hand, slowly adding another finger. This all happened last night, but it felt like it was the first time all over again. You moan and whimper into his shoulder, feeling yourself unravel just from his hand.Â
âMmfâ OhâŠGod.â You canât stop the moans that slip past your lips. You wondered if he would bite again so soon.Â
âTell me what you want,â he demanded. His hand never stopped. He looks down at your body against him, clutching onto his sleeves.Â
âMore,â you blurted. Little did you know what you were truly asking for. It might be too much, too overstimulating, but you were on a high of pleasure. You couldnât stop here, now. Sylus smirks, his brows lifting at your confidence. He pulls his two fingers away from you, causing a whine of disapproval. He takes a step back, taking a good look at you. A wet mess, sitting on top of his counter. Unexpectedly, he picks you up from where you sat. With one arm, you are perched up against his body as if you were weightless. He strolls out of the bathroom and plops you down on his massive bed. Laying down, sprawled out for him, you realize this was going to be more than last night. A lot more. You swallow, trying to relax as you watch him unbutton his shirt. He doesnât break eye contact, his red eyes burning into you, as he removes more clothes.Â
Seeing his erection was all you needed to know. You canât help but widen your eyes at the sheer size of it. There was no way all of that was going to fit. He notices your reaction and smirks with satisfaction.
âWorried?â He teased. If just his two fingers made you feel full, you couldnât imagine anything more than that.Â
âIâIâm not,â you stammered. You could feel yourself throb with pleasure and anticipation for what was about to come. Youâve only had a couple of boyfriends before this mess, and you nothing would compare in size against Sylus. He leans closer, fully hovering over you. He kisses you more, this time itâs hungry. He grabs you tighter as his tongue pries into your mouth. You return with the same energy, not wanting to falter back by any means necessary. Something dripped on your stomach, only for you to realize it was his precum. He wanted you badly and you wondered how he managed to have the patience left in him.Â
âRelax,â he purred into your ear. You could feel your stomach tightened. This was going to be the point of no return. A very small part of you felt anxious. After all day stewing in your thoughts about Sylus, and your future, you laid here submissive for him. His touch and his praise was all you needed to melt away any thoughts. You felt like a blank canvas, waiting for him to paint you out. You suddenly feel something prodding at your entrance. You inhale, knowing it was the tip of his cock. By God, that alone, felt enough. âYou can take it,â he reassured. Although, you truly didnât know if you could. He teases you a bit more before cautiously pushing in. You grasp onto him tightly again, unable to hold anything else. He kisses the side of your face, you assumed this was for comfort. His brows were furrowed as his breathing became quicker. He was really trying to hold back.
â âs not gonna fit,â you whined. You couldnât tell precisely, but he was halfway in. You were already so full. Your clit throbbed with need, swollen with pleasure. He looked at you and your eyes, glazed over with lust.Â
âYes, it will,â he grunts, pushing in a bit further. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, before Sylus kisses them. You take a deep breath, trying to relax yourself again. He applies pressure on your clit again, the touch along with the pressure inside you makes you roll with pleasure. âYouâre doing so well,â he praised. He exhales as he carefully slides out of you right before pushing back in. You felt everything, each minor movement causing you to moan lightly. Itâll be a miracle if you can walk after this.Â
When Sylus realizes you can take all of him, he begins to move his hips more. You couldnât stop staring at him, the image of his naked body over you burned into your mind. Itâs like he was sculpted by the Gods, every part of him. He wasâŠbeautiful. It made you feel satisfied and delighted seeing him vulnerable like this. Your mind was drunk on pleasure, but in that moment you didnât care if you were used for blood. He wanted you. Craved not just your blood, but your body too.Â
His pace begins to pick up, each thrust sending you over the edge. You canât help but moan for him, moan his name. You could tell he enjoyed every sound that came from you. He groaned back, never releasing the hold he had on you. You could feel your orgasm building with each movement, a sweet release you anticipated this whole time.Â
âAh! MmâŠSylus, please,â you begged, unsure what you were begging for exactly.You could feel yourself getting close, all this overstimulation making you feel drunk. He grabs your jaw, his pace never slowing down.Â
âSpeak,â he ordered. His breathing was uneven as his brows were still knitted together. His thrusts become heavier now, each one making you forget all the words in your mind. Your eyes roll back, taking every single bit of pleasure you could get.Â
âPlease,â you lowered your hand, lightly touching yourself. You were getting desperate now. âMmâŠAh, âm so close.â You were breathless. So full of him. You didnât know what exactly you needed to come, but you were determined to find it. You didnât care if he fed again, or whatever he wanted to do. None of it mattered anymore. His touch changed you completely. As your core tightened around him, you were bound to unravel against him any second. Sylus felt the shift in you. He grunted, grinding himself in you.
âSo tightâŠâ He hummed. âCome for me, darling.â He didnât have to ask twice. He was practically slamming into you, all of him. You couldnât speak anymore, all words lost to your vocal moans. If he kept this up, you were going to see stars. You grab him harder, your nails digging into him as an attempt to hold on. You were on the edge and it drove you insane. With the little strength you had left, you forcefully pulled Sylus down closer to you. It threw him off guard for a second, before realizing what you wanted. You fully exposed the side of your neck, beckoning him. You wanted him to bite you, because there was no greater pleasure than that. He doesnât say a word before his teeth plunge into your soft skin. The bite was harsher this time, causing you to scream out. You reach your climax instantly, the release was like nothing you ever experienced before. Your mouth hangs open, unable to even make a sound as Sylusâ hips begin to slow against you. His mouth is still over your neck, his wet tongue lapping over the hot blood that oozes from the wound.Â
As the rush begins to leave your body, you feel extremely lightheaded. Black spots form in the corner of your vision. This isnât good, you thought to yourself. You were too weak, too exhausted to say anything. Let alone push Sylus off of you. You attempt to make a noise, the black spots never fading. You feel Sylus lift himself up, the room spinning in your vision. You hear Sylus say something, but itâs muffled as you slowly lose consciousness. Without control, you feel your eyes roll back into your head.Â
Your body becomes numb, before you are dragged back into the darkness.
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Reader fails at flirting - Mihawk, & Crocodile
Content: SFW content, clumsiness, ranting, & bad pick up lines
Notes* Thank you for your patience while I struggled through my writerâs block! This was a request from a looong time ago but I no longer have that ask to reply to it seems. I believe Smoker was also supposed to be here, but Iâm just going to upload this and take it easy while I get back into the writing spirit :)Â
Mihawk
Not the type for talking, attempts at flirting with Mihawk usually end up with long, awkward silences that you feel the need to fill, which makes you sound even more awkward as you bounce from topic to topic
He was always the first to show up at the Warlord meetings, and since you worked in the building, it gave you an opportunity to chat him up as you pour the champagne for each guest
He only barely glances at you every now and then as you try to get his attention, ranting on about whatever comes to mind in the moment and asking him questions that he doesnât respond to
You always end up feeling defeated at the end of the day. Always left with the heavy feeling that he just doesnât like you, no matter what you say
Eventually you decide that you canât keep pestering him. Next time thereâs a meeting, you decide not to shoot into chatter with him when he arrives
You keep your head down, silence in the room. You can feel his eyes on your back as you walk around, watering the plants and doing whatever you can do to stay in his presence without having to talk to him
And then,
âIs something wrong?â
Youâre embarrassed by how fast you look back at him. Itâs the first time heâs addressed you. You, stuttering like mad, tell him that nothing is wrong
âYou didnât greet me today.â
He sounds⊠Disappointed. You ask him why he never responded, adding that you thought you had been annoying him, and that you werenât even sure he knew who you were
Then he says your name- your full one. He starts to repeat information youâve told him about yourself, a mix of information that you had thrown at him over all the different times youâve met him. It touches your heart that he remembers it all
âI know who you are very well, actually. If you gave me a moment to think of my answers, I would have been able to share. You speak too quickly.â
He explains it so bluntly, but now that you think about it- you didnât really give him much time to think before you moved on to the next subject. So the awkward silences were just Mihawk trying to put his words together
He urges you to take a seat beside him, that way he can finally give you the responses you were looking for
âYou should try to let the other person respond if youâre going to flirt with them.âÂ
He says it almost scoldingly, but heâs smirking at you
Crocodile
As a citizen of Alabasta, Crocodile was someone that many people looked up to. But only you were in semi-regular contact with him
Every now and then, he would come dine at your workplace and every single time, you were his server. Your co-workers were always too intimidated to potentially get something wrong- the man was intimidating, after all -so that meant that anytime he was in, you were the one to face him
He always ordered the same thing when he came, which made it easier after a while. Youâd already be walking up to his table with the wine he liked while his food was in the oven before heâd even made his order
The problem was that your ridiculous crush on him made you clumsy as hell
The first few times you were safe- the tripping over your feet and dropping plates had only happened out of his view, where it was your co-workers that would laugh or chastise you for not being careful enough
But then it had caught up to you in the worst way
You were taking the wine to his table and, as always, you engaged him in some casual conversation. Something about the weather or asking how his casino was doing
He would always answer shortly. Something of a grunt that either sounded positive or negative, or a short answer of âgoodâ or âehâ
You were too busy staring at him and waiting for an answer to notice that you were completely missing the glass as you poured his wine
And in turn, he was too surprised at your new, sudden carelessness to answer
Eventually youâd noticed as the wine started to spill onto the floor. Crocodile got up from his chair as you scrambled to get the spill contained to just the tablecloth, but also trying to be careful of all the glass on the table
The white tablecloth would be stained for sure
Crocodile just watched the whole time, holding his cigar between his fingers
The next few times went similarly. Youâd bring the wine, serve his food, and give the bill- and every time, you would do something wrong.Â
Forgetting his silverware, serving him the wrong plate, etc.
At least he always tipped you nicely. That never changed
Youâd been so determined to make sure everything went right that the next time he walked in, you tried to be extra careful. You brought him his wine and paused, noticing his hand covering his glass.
âJust water today.â
Three simple words that threw you off. Why? What was wrong with the wine? Was it you?
Your on your way back from getting his ice water when a co-worker steps back, bumping into you from behind and sending you off balance, tipping the serving tray and sending Crocodileâs ice-cold water all over him
Your co-worker all but bails out of the dining hall, leaving you slack jawed, staring at Crocodileâs ruined suit. You canât even muster up the bravery to apologize to the man as the ice cubes slip off of him and onto the floor
Then he laughs. Itâs a loud, booming laugh that seems even louder while the room is dead silent. Youâre sure youâre going to die there either from embarrassment or his wrath
âIâve never seen someone trip over themselves so much just to get my attention. Itâs flattering.â He says, smirking down at you while youâre still frozen in place. Then he asks you what time your shift is over, and you answer that youâre done in an hour
He tells you to make sure youâre here in 3 hours, that way he can dry off and have a proper conversation with you
Youâre left there, confused, wondering if itâs going to be a date or a murder when he returns
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Can you write a joe goldberg x reader where they are out at a bar and the reader gets a lil too tipsy and flirty with another guy and joe gets all jealous and it ends with them dry humping and making out against a wall outside the bar??? I love your stuff ohmigod
omg yes absolutely! and thank you so much, you're so sweet <33
Jealousy, Jealousy (Joe Goldberg x gn reader)
Warnings: SMUT, Joe has jealousy issues lol, reader is a little tipsy but they're still sober enough to consent, dry humping, heavy making out (against a wall), slight exhibitionism, hickeys/biting/marking, brief degrading/Joe has a slight humiliation kink here, gender neutral reader so genitalia and the like aren't specified
Five minutes. Five minutes, that's all he'd been gone for, just to come back to see you hanging off the arm of some other man.
Seriously?
Joe scoffed as he glared at you from the corner, watching you place your hand on the mystery guy's chest and whisper something that he could only assume was needlessly provocative into said guy's ear.
That should be him that you were hanging off, him you were whispering in the ear of.
Scowling, he quickly made his way over, not even bothering to apologize to the few people he managed to bump into. "Hey," he greeted in a tense and strained voice, looking like he was about to crack a tooth from how hard he was clenching his jaw.
At first he thought that maybe it was a mistake. Maybe you were too drunk to realize that guy wasn't him, maybe you hadn't even noticed that he'd left, maybe you'd just so happened to cling onto the nearest tall, attractive person with dark hair under the assumption that he was your boyfriend.
Until you glanced over, and he saw the cheeky glint of mischief in your eyes and the shit-eating grin on your face. "Oh, baby, hey," you drawled out slow and lazily, your speech a little slurred from the alcohol that was currently pumping through your system. "Where have you been? I was looking all over for you. I was so worried."
If he'd been a cartoon, his face would've been bright red with anger and steam would've been seen coming out of his ears. "Don't 'hey, baby' me," he snapped while grabbing your arm, not hard enough to hurt you but certainly firm enough to where you couldn't wiggle away from him. "We're leaving, now."
"Aw, but I just made a new friend," you replied with a pronounced pout, giving him your best puppy dog eyes in hopes of winning him over.
But he was having none of it, refusing to even acknowledge the guy as he furiously dragged you away (the guy in question was fortunately smart enough to leave well alone and let you go without protest).
"I'm never taking you out again, do you hear me? Never again," he practically scolded, his long legs moving almost too fast for you to keep up with.
"But baby-" you loudly began your complaint before he grabbed you by the collar. You felt the breath get knocked out of you as he roughly pushed you up against the wall of a nearby alleyway outside the bar.
"Enough," he snapped harshly, his eyes full of pure envy as he glared at you. The sexual frustration he was fighting with was so strong you could practically feel it pressing against you. Or maybe that was just his hard-on in his jeans. "What have I told you about flirting with other guys, huh? What did I say?"
Huffing, you averted your gaze from him, well aware of the answer he was looking for. "Not to," you grumbled with a childish pout, not enjoying the way he was currently reprimanding you. "But it's not my fault you left me all alone in there."
"I had to use the bathroom," he hissed out through gritted teeth, his patience starting to run thin. "That doesn't give you the excuse to go cozy up to some other guy like I don't even exist."
"Aw, baby, you know I didn't mean to," you purred out in that sultry tone you always knew worked on him, one of your hands slipping down to fiddle with the hem of his pants as you spoke. "I just missed you, y'know? I was lonely and needed something to help me pass the time. I'd never actually cheat on you with someone else, you know that."
As much as he hated to admit it, the charm you were trying to win him over with was working. "Come on, don't try to seduce me when I'm mad," he muttered half-heartedly as your fingers slipped through the belt loops of his pants and used them to tug him in closer, his hips pressing flush against yours.
The corners of your lips curled upwards into a smug smirk when you realized your plan was working. "I missed you so much while you were gone," you continued in a pathetic sounding tone, your hands letting go of his pants so you could wrap your arms around his neck instead.
The growl he let out sounded heavenly, like music to your ears. He trapped you up against the wall of the alleyway while his hands moved to grab onto your hips. "Don't tease me," he warned in a low voice, but you simply snickered in response.
"Make me," you whispered back, and that was all it took for the floodgates to open up and all of his self-control to crumble as his lips met yours in a passionate embrace of teeth and tongue.
"You can be such a brat sometimes," he mumbled into your mouth, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip after. He could tell just from the look on your face how much you were enjoying yourself.
"Only with you." Those three little words caused his grip on you to tighten as he jolted his hips into yours, relishing at the sudden feeling of friction between you.
There was no possible way for his cock to get any harder, but somehow it did. "Say- say that again," he demanded in a soft and breathy voice as he leaned his forehead against yours. "Say that you're only like this with me, that you only do this stuff for me."
You knew exactly what he wanted, of course. He wanted validation, he needed it, even. It was something he was so helplessly desperate for. He needed you to reassure him that there would be no other guys, not now or ever, that he was the only one. And with the pitiful way he was staring at you, how could you ever refuse?
"Only for you, Joe. You know I only have eyes for you, babe," you murmured before grabbing the collar of his coat and tugging his lips back to yours in another passionate kiss, one that was even more intense than the last.
He couldn't help but start to grind against you, acting like a dog in heat with the way he was dry humping you right up against the wall of some random alleyway where anyone could look down and see you. At that point, he didn't care who saw. He just knew that he needed you, and he intended on having you, one way or the other.
You, on the other hand, were delighted and even giddy at his eagerness. Normally you'd be a bit more hesitant to have your boyfriend get so handsy with you in a semi-public place, but the alcohol running through your veins gave you just enough of the liquid courage needed in order to successfully banish those fears away and replace them entirely with the overwhelming experience of lust you always had for him whenever he became possessive like that.
The whimpers and pants that exited his mouth uncontrollably were just the cherry on top, the previous look of rage at having another guy touch you being completely overtaken by his primal urge to take you and make you his. You let out a noise that was a cross between a moan and a sigh when you felt his lips meet your neck, biting and sucking at the area in an attempt to mark you, to claim you as his and his alone.
The pace of his hips was unrelenting as he kept you pinned to the wall, the feeling of his boner rubbing against you through the fabric of your pants making you just as crazy as he was. "God, you're such a fucking slut for me, Joe," you commented mindlessly as your fingers curled through his hair, directing his mouth to a lower spot on your neck in the process.
Your words didn't seem to upset him, and if anything only happened to turn him on even more. He buried his face further into your neck while gripping onto your hips so tightly you were certain he'd leave marks behind, his movements in tandem with yours as you'd started to thrust upwards in an attempt to match his speed.
When he finally came, he bit his lip so hard he almost drew blood, trying his best to muffle the humiliating sounds that were doing their best to creep out and escape from him. You finished soon after, your body tensing up and going limp from the amount of energy you had drained from you.
"Second round at home?" You questioned once you were able to catch your breath, to which he merely letting out a short laugh and pulled your body closer to his.
"As long as you promise to never flirt with another guy again," he bargained in turn, just as exhausted as you were even if he was also itching for more.
He was so naive for thinking that would be the one and only time you'd ever purposely flirt with somebody else. With the kind of reaction you'd managed to gain from him, this was only the beginning. It was decided: you'd have to make him jealous more often.
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Hongjoong "You're on your worst behavior"
Hello ^_^ More hard boi thoughts. Enjoy <3
Hongjoong needs to get everyone ready. M/N makes that impossible.
DM/Requests open.
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In no way does this represent Hongjoong irl or his actual personality. This is fiction.
TW: Gay, Kissing/Make out, Grinding, Implied quickie?
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Hongjoong sighed as he rushed Wooyoung towards the makeup artist. âWooyoung-ah, I told you already to get your makeup done,â The younger male gave a random excuse, sitting as instructed. Hongjoong sighed as he noticed San fighting with Mingi. Both bickering over whoâd been on the couch first. âSan-ie, please get dressed, weâre late. Mingi-ah, go get your makeup done,â Both grumbled at the words. âHongjoong-Hyung, can you please help me?â M/N voice echoed from one of the dressing rooms. Sighing, Hongjoong sent Seonghwa a look. âIâll get them together, go help M/N-ie,â Hongjoong smiled softly at Seonghwa before making his way towards the younger. âM/N-ah?â He questioned, knocking on the stall.Â
The stall door opened and Hongjoong was roughly pulled in. His eyes trailing over the other. The outfit the designers had chosen was tight fitting. It was different from the usual loose good boy outfit the younger was always put in. Hongjoong smiled, letting his hands trail over the otherâs outfit. âThis looks great, M/N-ie,â The said male giggled. âThanks, Hyung,â Without another word, M/N turned. He reached back, pulling Hongjoongâs arms around him to reach his jean zipper and button. âI need help getting it zipped,â Hongjoong felt breathless, carefully playing with the otherâs zipper. âYouâre on your worst behavior,â The words making M/N giggle.
âAm I?â His head turning to catch Hongjoongâs lips in a kiss. The other groaned at the action, pulling M/N back against him. M/N simply whimpered at the otherâs action. M/N pulled away first, breathing heavy. âHyung,â The breathless plea. Hongjoong didnât waste a second in connecting their lips again. He turned M/N so they were finally facing each other. He pulled away to nip lightly at the youngerâs neck. It took everything in him to not bruise the otherâs neck. He wanted everyone to see what he could do to the other but he knew the makeup artists would kill him. âHyung, I want more,â The blunt words making Hongjoong giggle. âI know, baby,â He allowed his hand to slip down to the otherâs hard on. He gave a gentle squeeze, a sly smirk growing on his face.Â
A rough knock made Hongjoong pull back. âJoong-ah, they want us soon,â Seonghwaâs warning making him groan. âTell them we need time,â M/N whispered in his ear quietly. Hongjoong smirked, eyes landing on M/Nâs. Would they even have time for a quickie? He opened his mouth but paused as M/N gently played with his shirt, a silent plea. âWeâll be out soon, Hwa-ah,â Hongjoong muttered. He quickly dipped down to kiss M/N once more. âYouâre a brat,â The words falling out between kisses. M/N simply hummed in agreement, grabbing the other tightly.
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hello! I hope you feel better, have a virtual hugđ«!! Question for lannes: (I think) I heard somewhere he favors nuns or is protective of them? Is there an actual instance of that or a reason why?
Just another aspect of Jean-Boy's personality that is often difficult to reconcile: How does an anti-clerical former Jacobin whose older brother was a priest and responsible for what little education he had manage to earn the reputation as a protector of hapless nuns? I've always thought that Jean-Boy's protective, sentimental, and basically caring personality traits were generally immutable but didn't preclude his more abrasive, uncouth, prideful, and downright scary characteristics. He could threaten to run someone through with his sword and pivot almost immediately to rescue someone, usually small and female, from danger. With regard to nuns, the first notable incident occurred during the capture of Malta in June 1798, when Jean-Boy and a few of his soldiers had slipped ashore despite Bonaparte's orders. They were indulging in some sightseeing when a Maltese told them some nasty French soldiers were looting a nearby convent. Jean-Boy and his buddies chased them off and agreed to remain and protect the sisters and their property until reinforcements arrived. The bad guys returned before the reinforcements and Jean-Boy dealt harshly with them in the Mother Superior's parlor. The bad guys were apprehended, and the ringleader shot on Bonaparte's orders. But the nuns were exceedingly grateful for their protector who, we hope, managed to curtail his usual profanity. The second incident in May 1809 involved a convent on the Danube near St. Polten, where the nuns appealed to Jean-Boy and his staff who stopped at the convent for water; they complained that their countrymen, the Austrians, had been looting their storehouses, their chickens, and other possessions they used for the poor who depended on them. So Jean-Boy said he'd leave a contingent of soldiers--I believe they were grenadiers--at the convent to ward off any predator, regardless of nationality. The part of this story that breaks my heart is when the Mother Superior took a few moments before Jean-Boy and his troops rode off toward Vienna and blessed him; I can easily see the agnostic kneeling in the dirt in front of her, her hand on his head. I wonder if she knew what would happen.
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everyday i think about about how k. a. applegate was like im going to write a child soldier who is completely brainwashed by his militaristic society and he believes in eugenics and is an asshole and im going to make you love him more than you have ever loved a fictional character because to you he is everything that he hates and then because love is not enough to deprogram what his society has done to him im going to kill him for it
#shut up az#animorphs#watching ax get more and more anti human and like. outwardly angry and violent as the series went on was. something.#i would have locked that alien in my basement and made him watch documentaries until he realised what was up but that's just me#rip to marco but im built different#alright but genuinely when i think about axmarco from this perspective it makes my tummy hurt#ax was never built for war but he loved it and believed in it like none of the animorphs ever did not even rachel really#meanwhile being cold and ruthless came so easily to marco but he was always the last person to join a fight and#always the first person to question what he was told#if they had been given enough time to truly like. work on each other.#they could have either been the universe's most terrifying power couple OR the kindest babiest most domestic celebrity couple you ever saw
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had such a good experience with surgery today i canât even fully explain
#đ.txt#iâm so happy that fuck ass doctor referred me to another doctor in the building because he was so nice and attentive#taking the time to explain things to me and make sure i was good#even said oh well if ur really uncomfortable we can always go to the operating room! :)#when the other doctor treated me like a nuisance the whole time and like some dumb child#well if you canât sit still theyâre going to have to put you under elsewhere đ#I DIDNT EVEN FUCKING KNOW THEY COULD DO THAT IN THE BUILDING? SHE MADE IT SEEM LIKE I WAS INCONVENIENCING HER THE WHOLE TIME#i was asking a bunch of questions because knowing makes me feel less nervous and he answered everything so clearly even when my mom was#asking questions too#recommending me different medications to keep this from happening again etc etc etc#so fucking bare minimum for a doctor but it was so nice seriously i wish i could thank him again for making it a more#comfortable experience#he put numbing shots on the inside AND outside of my lid just in case we needed to go from the outside this time#and while it hurt obviously it was so much better than the single shot she gave me the first time three weeks ago#she told me this would be a much more extensive surgery and here i am with my eyelid barely swollen đ#i could barely see with it open three weeks ago immediately after because it hurt too much and was so swollen#what the fuck how do you have such contrasting experiences with two people who literally work together in the same building#anyway bad doctor experiences are always so fucking bad but when you have a really good experience it just feels crazy and insane#like wow thank u for treating me like a person#did i mention i actually left with care instructions this time written out. and the medicine recommendations on a physical piece of paper#i didnât even get that after surgery with her how is that not below bare minimum#like this actually surprised me. jesus christ
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yesterday at work, the kids had to like, make their own puzzles by drawing stuff on paper n then cutting them into pieces n stuff, n this one kid came up to me saying that the kid sitting next to him was saying mean things, n the second kid was like, "it wasn't me, it was him!" n pointed at the creature he'd drawn for his puzzle.
i didn't really know how to handle the situation (though thinking about it, i probably should have just said that just bc the creature was saying mean things abt his friend didn't mean he was in the right for passing on those thoughts), so i just told him i didn't want to solve his puzzle if the creature it featured was gong to be so mean to other people, and for some reason it worked??
i guess it's just easy to forget how deeply children care about what adults think bc of how we as adults have learned to not care so much abt what other people think and operate on the assumption that others don't automatically care abt our thoughts.
#the worm speaks#it felt difficult to handle in the moment bc i don't want to stifle children's compulsion to explore ideas n concepts through fiction#specifically bc fiction and fantasy are very harmless spaces; but obviously what was being made was being used as a vehicle to bully others#and that was absolutely in need of correcting#and i wasn't sure how to reprimand that w/o possibly teaching kids to conflate something bad happening in fantasy#with doing bad things to others in reality#anyway thinking abt it today when making this post helped me pinpoint how to handle it next time#i.e. that kids are agents in their own right and they have the choice to pass things on to others#whether that be something kind and true like compliments; or mean and vicious like bullying; or even literal germs and disease!!#anyway the second kid actually seemed really nice once i insisted that i didn't want to do his puzzle bc it featured something mean#n like obviously i didn't want to tell kids that the things they make up are automatically reflections of the kind of person THEY are#bc that's super not true!!! but i poked abt asking him a couple questions abt it n that's how he ended up telling me 'he told me to say it'#'he lives inside of my head' n i was like 'hmm.' bc he's pretty young... first grade i think? so maybe a reflection of meaner impulses#but i'm not him! i can't say that for certain! n i don't believe in making those kinds of assumptions about people#so i guess the way i handled it was basically saying i didn't want to interact w/people who are influenced by others to be mean#i guess i'm always expecting to be working w/teenagers who'd be like 'you don't get it! i'm gonna make my own choices!'#n i'd be like 'yep sure buddy i'm not gonna stop you! but i'm setting my boundaries right here'#i have a bit of beef with how some of my coworkers treat kids-- like none of them are outright cruel i think#but i don't think some of them are being genuinely responsible with how they interact. i think it's good that they all try to be nice#n some take that to mean 'treat them like your friends!' (proceeds to gaslight kids abt whether a certain snack was available)#(n when the kids called them out they were like 'we're teaching kids to think for themselves! n to be confident in their own experiences')#like. i don't think that picking out the snacks you like before feeding the kids is right. we are not kings; we are caretakers#n like i can see how that can be kind of a joke one might make in certain flavors of friend groups but like. certainly not to a child.#one plays obvious favorites; others place restrictions w/o explaining why they're there (bc they're obvious to adults)#n tbh i'm probably a headache myself bc i'm ~probably~ enabling kids in some way so i'm not gonna condemn the ones who#tell kids 'no you can't do that' w/o much explanation. n i think for the most part they're all trying#but i STILL disagree w/my now-gone supervisor who insisted that i treat kids the way i do 'bc it's in my nature/personality'#it most CERTAINLY is not!!!!! i was SUCH a hater of ANYONE younger than me for a LONG TIME growing up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i had to be TAUGHT these things. i had to LEARN to LISTEN to kids and take them seriously!!!!!!!!!#a kid on friday told me he had mixed feelings abt some of his older friends possibly becoming youth workers at the camp in the summer
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Giving the nerd a chance
tags: nerd!nanami/fem!reader, college!au, stsg, nsfw, dirty talk, asphyxiation, size kink, mdni!!
a/n: this oneâs a long one :) pace yourself and enjoy!
Kento Nanami is a social enigma. He is a total outlier but in the weirdest way possible.
This man is conventionally attractive. Some would even go as far to say Nanamiâs handsome, almost in a filthy way. His looks are sneaky too. Heâs not someone youâd immediately notice in a room, but once you didâŠ
You would notice his sculpted jaw line first. Then, his naturally high cheekbones that gave way to his soft hazel eyes. He had a serious look on his face always, but his eyes told a different story. Maybe youâd notice his blonde hair that sat neatly on his head, styled with an undercut. Yeah, Nanami was fucking hot.
But thatâs not the weird part. No, you havenât heard him utter a single word except to answer the professorâs unanswered questions once the silence was unbearable.
Thatâs not exactly weird either. There are tons of people who go through college without the intention of making friends⊠but Nanami has friends. He doesnât just have like one friend. No, heâs apart of a friend group.
The weirdest part was he seemed to be close with the most popular guy in your university, star quarterback Satoru Gojo. Gojo was seemingly every college girlâs wet dream. Heâs the type to stand out in a room. His looks and personality demand attention.
Heâs the complete opposite from Nanami.
Then, there was Suguru Geto⊠Geto was also a strange friend for Nanami to have. Geto was smart, funny, and well-mannered⊠when he was in class. But youâve seen how Geto acts at parties. He smokes cigarettes, shotguns whiskey, and keeps up with all of Gojoâs antics. Shoko was the exact same way, except she didnât care enough to keep up with Gojoâs buffoonery.
They were the complete opposite from Nanami as well.
Yu Haibara was a cutie patootie. Heâs also a sweet social butterfly. Another one of Nanamiâs friends that just didnât seem to be his type.
You caught yourself staring at the friend group as youâre sitting on a couch at a frat house. Your college team just won the game, so Satoru had invited a whole slew of people over. You somehow made it on that list. Your friend, Utahime, is begging you to leave, but something is telling you to stay.
âGo on without me, Uta. Iâll be fine, promise.â You say over the music as you flash her a small smile to assure her.
âI really, really, really donât want to leave you here alone, yn. I donât want you to end up on the front page of the news.â
âDonât wish that shit upon me.â You laugh as you gently nudge her arm, urging her towards the door.
âIâm serious, yn. Please text me. If youâre not back in the dorm by midnight, Iâm calling the cops.â She says as she grabs your shoulders, forcing you to face her directly.
You admire your friendâs caring demeanor, but she was being a total cock block for you right now.
âI will text you. I promise.â You assure her once again. âGo back to the dorm. Love you.â
She sighs deeply as she lets you go. Sheâs still not comfortable with the idea of leaving you here, but she canât force you to leave. âLove you too. Donât do anything I wouldnât do.â
âOh, thatâs all Iâm gonna do.â You smirk as she flips you off and leaves the frat house.
You take a drink from your red solo cup to gather your nerves. Nanami has been sitting in the corner of the kitchen all night. Heâs alone, but he doesnât look lonely. Sometimes, Satoru will drunkenly slouch his weight onto the blonde and slur something inaudible to him. From what you can see, Nanami just rolls his eyes and shrugs his friend off his shoulders.
You want to approach him, but youâre still too afraid he wonât talk to you. As you sit down your cup, an intoxicated Satoru is standing over you.
âIâm sorry- I donât remember your name.â He gives you a slanted smile as he crouches down a bit so you two are face-to-face.
âThatâs okay. I donât remember yours either.â You snip back with a small grin. Something sparkles in his eyes as you give him a little bit of a challenge. He finds it to be endearing.
âCheeky. Give me your number.â He demands, keeping his smirk on his face.
âWhy should I give it to you?â
âBecause itâs not for me.â He slurs as he leans in close to you. He nods his head towards the kitchen. âIâm doing this for my pussy friend over there.â
Your eyes dart towards Nanami. His eyes are glaring holes into Satoru with more anger and emotion than youâve ever seen from him. Your stomach swirls with butterflies.
âThat is a really good reason.â You murmur as you quickly type your number into Satoruâs phone.
*** *** ***
It had been days since the frat party and not a single word from Nanami. Your excitement had honestly fizzled out into sulking. Were you not good enough for him? Did Satoru lie? Was it all a sick prank?
Not even Utahime could get you in a good mood.
âYn. This is so ridiculous. If you like him that much, just go up and talk to him.â She chides
âNoooo.â You groan into your pillow as you turn onto your stomach in your bed. âHeâs too cool. Out of my league.â
âAre you sure weâre talking about the same Kento Nanami? The nerd who barely ever talks? The know-it-all in class?â
âUtahimeee.â
âYouâre embarrassing yourself.â
âLet me wallow in my self pity.â You gripe before you hear your phone buzz. The sound of your phone notifying you doesnât even excite you anymore. Itâs always some lame ass notification.
Unknown Number: Is this yn?
Your eyes widen as you stare at your phone in disbelief. Your body involuntarily sits up in bed, startling Utahime.
âJesus Christ. What? What happened?â
âHe texted me!â You beam proudly. You are embarrassing. Utahime scoffs and walks away from you, unable to take the second-hand embarrassment.
Yn: Yeah, thatâs me :)
Unknown Number: This is Kento Nanami. Iâm sorry Gojo felt the need to disturb you at the party. ïżŒ
Yn: No need! He didnât disturb me too much.
Nanami: Thatâs good to hear.
God. Now, what do you say? Of course Nanami is a dry texter. You stare at the text conversation for a while, trying to think of something.. anything to break the ice.
Yn: Did you ask him to get my number, or did he do that on his own volition?
Nanami: Gojo does things on his own volition.
Yn: Ah.. I see.
He left you on read.
Goddammit.
You had your chance, and now, you blew it. Sighing, you lock your phone and try to forget he even ever texted you in the first place.
*** *** ***
I mean, who even needs Nanami? Heâs really not even that handsome or mysterious. You keep telling yourself as you get ready to go to another party Gojo invited you too.
Oh, also, Gojo kept your number for himself as well. He mostly asked to copy your notes when Nanami refused to let him copy his notes. He would also send the occasional invitation to one of his signature parties.
This one was apparently labeled as âexclusiveâ. You had no idea what that meant, but you werenât allowed to bring a plus-one this time.
Luckily for you, Utahime was visiting back home for the weekend, so she couldnât scold you for going out to another party this weekend.
Black eyeliner was smeared across your waterline, and you puckered your lips as you carefully applied some sheer gloss. You decided to be casual with your outfit, wearing a basic off-shoulder black top with some jeans.
As soon as you got to the frat house, you quickly understood what âexclusiveâ meant. It was only their closest friends in the house. Satoru and Haibara were on the couch, lounging. Suguru and Shoko were sitting by the window, sharing a cigarette. Nanami was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, looking as stoic as ever. Immediately, you were grateful for going with a more casual look.
âYn! So glad you made it!â Satoru grinned in a more sober voice than the last time you spoke with him.
âAm I imposing on something?â You ask as you close the door.
âOf course not, silly. I sent you an invite for a reason.â Satoru says casually as he pats the spot between him and Haibara on the couch. âCome have a seat. Get comfortable. Weâre just hanging out tonight.â
You stare at the seat between Gojo and Haibara, and you decide to sit in the open chair next to them instead.
âAfraid that we might bite?â Gojo grins as he leans over the arm of the chair towards you.
âStop it, Satoru. Youâre going to scare her away.â Shoko scolds before taking a drag off her cigarette.
Your phone gently buzzes in your pocket as Satoru and Shoko begin to bicker about his social skills. You sneakily check your phone.
Nanami: You look pretty tonight.
OH. We are so back, baby.
Yn: Thank you :) You look as handsome as ever.
Nanami: Oh yeah?
It is so small and insignificant, but that little âoh yeah?â makes your stomach flutter with excitement.
âYn?â You snap your attention up to Shoko and realize she has been trying to talk to you.
âShit- sorry. Whatâs up?â
Your phone lightly buzzes again, and you quickly glance down to check.
Nanami: Youâre blushing.
âI was asking what your major is.â Shoko smiles calmly as sheâs sat upon the windowsill. She flicks her cigarette outside before blowing out a cloud of smoke. You try to ignore how your heart is skipping beats right now.
âOh, Iâm just in general studies right now. Iâm kind of indecisive. What about you?â
âIâm pre-med right now.â Shoko answers.
âI thought you swapped to nursing.â Haibara asks as he shifts his body to face her. The two start conversing together, giving you a chance to check your phone.
Nanami: Are you ill, or do my words just affect you that much?
Yn: Iâm actually ill.
Nanami: Youâre also apparently a liar, sweetheart.
How the fuck was this man so bold over text, but wouldnât speak to hardly anyone in person?
Yn: Sweetheart? I didnât know we were on that sort of level yet.
Nanami: Does that make you uncomfortable?
Yn: No
Nanami: Good. Then donât complain.
The throb your cunt just did shouldâve been illegal. There was no reason for you to be so turned on by that, but you were.
Yn: What would you have done had I said that it did make me uncomfortable?
Nanami: I wouldâve found you a nickname you were more comfortable with.
He was being sweet, and you were over there clenching around nothing like a whore.
You had been so caught up in your phone that you didnât realize Yu had went and gotten everyone a beer out of the fridge. You decide to risk a glance at Nanami. He looked calm and composed. You wondered if he even knew the effect he had on you truly.
âShoko, when are you finally going to get some bitches?â Satoru asks with a laugh. Your eyes widen as you notice Suguru is on his lap now. You had really been so distracted by your phoneâŠ
âAt this rate, I think Nanami will beat me.â Shoko laughed as she took a drink of her beer. You shift slightly in your seat as Shoko cuts her eyes towards you with a small grin.
Nanami: I will
Yn: Will what?
Nanami: I will beat her.
Yn: Confident or competitive?
Nanami: Both.
Yn: You didnât strike me as the type.
Nanami: You donât think I can do it?
Yn: I never said that.
Nanami lays his phone on his lap, and you can feel his eyes trailing up and down your body. Feeling your heart skip a beat, you decide to look up at him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you glance over him. He looks relaxed. His head is propped up in his hand, and heâs almost giving you a lazy smile.
Knowing more about Nanami, you recognize it as a cocky smile now.
The rest of the âpartyâ goes without a hitch. You decided it was time to leave once Suguru and Satoru were obnoxiously making out, Shoko was asleep on the floor, and Haibara wouldnât shut the fuck up about the intricacies of anime.
âIâm gonna head back to my dorm now. Thanks for inviting me.â You say quickly as you stand from your seat.
âHey yn-!â Satoru says as he tugs from Suguruâs lips. The dark-haired male made quick work of moving down to his neck. âThanks for coming. You should come out here more often.â
âOh um, Iâll think about it.â You smile politely as you head out the front door. The cold night air nips at your skin. The only light was from the moon high up in the sky. The dorms were a few blocks away.
You never like walking alone at night, but you try to remember that college campuses have security patrolling at all times. Taking a deep shaky breath, you step off the porch.
The sound of the door closing again immediately startles you. You quickly flinch and look towards the frat house. Nanami was calming walking up to you.
âLet me walk you back.â His voice was calm and steady, just like his presence. He really wasnât phased at all by your subtle flirting earlier?
âThanks.. I was actually kinda scared.â You mumble as you two walk side by side on the pavement. Your arms hug your body, trying to hide from the snippy air.
âWhy didnât you ask one of us to walk you home then?â Nanami asks as he slips his coat off from his shoulders. He then loosely drapes it over your shoulders. You feel your heart skip a beat as you mumble a quick thanks. Your body snuggled into his coat as it swallowed your frame whole. It was the first time you realized⊠Nanami is a big man. Heâs not just some scrawny nerd. Heâs actually pretty well built.
âI didnât want to be a bother.â You answer quietly, noticing how Nanami shoves his hands into his pockets while you two walk.
âThatâs foolish. We invited you. The least we could do is make sure you make it home safely.â
âWe?â
Nanami goes silent, and he looks away from your shorter self. The wind blows harshly, making the leaves crinkle and hiss on the trees.
âYes, we.â He finally answers your question. You smile softly as you look down towards the ground. It seems like Satoru wasnât the only one who wanted you around.
Standing in front of your dorm door, you slowly slip the coat off from around your shoulders and try to hand it back to him. âI donât want it.â He answers calmly, making no effort to take the jacket back from you.
âItâs yours, silly.â
âAnd?â
âTake it.â You gestured the coat to him once more
âNo, I want you to have it.â He says as he towers over you. You subconsciously take a step back to create space, and your back hits the door. He leans over you, having to angle his back to see eye-to-eye with you. You can feel his warm breath ghosting over your cheek as he cocks his head towards your ear and neck. âText me.â He murmurs lowly before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
You were left against your door blushing madly as he casually sauntered away.
*** *** ***
You almost think you dreamt that kiss up come Monday morning. You hadnât texted him all weekend, not even knowing what to say. You felt scared about messing things up and taking his advances the wrong way. He hadnât reached out to you either.
You were sitting in Neurology, half-ass paying attention as the professor lectured about neuron pruning. Nanami sat a few rows over. He always appeared to he intently listening when you glance over at him. You perk up as you feel your phone buzz on your thigh.
Nanami: Youâre not going to do well if you donât pay attention.
Yn: I could say the same for you.
Nanami: Could you?
Yn: âŠ. point taken
Nanami: You know, you couldâve at least texted me if you didnât like the kiss.
Yn: Who said I didnât?
Nanami: So, you disobey my request for fun?
Yn: Disobey is such a strong word. You told me to text you, and I just.. havenât yet.
Nanami: Weâll come back to the disobedience topic. Why havenât you texted me âyetâ?
Yn: Nervous.
Nanami: Youâre adorable. Whatâs there to be nervous about?
âCan anyone name an example of synaptic pruning?â The professorâs sudden loud voice catches you off guard. You hadnât been paying attention at all, and you feel your heart start to race at the thought of being randomly called upon.
âAnyone?â The professor asks once again. âYn-â She almost says your first name before Nanami interrupts.
âCrown thinning.â He answers the question, saving you from total embarrassment.
âVery good. Thank you, Kento.â The professor praises as she turns back around to start lecturing from the powerpoint again.
Yn: You totally just saved me.
Nanami: Pay better attention.
Yn: Then stop texting me.
Nanami: No.
Nanami: Answer my question. Why were you nervous?
Yn: I just didnât want to say the wrong things.
Nanami: Youâre hopeless.
Yn: Youâre starting to sound like Utahime :(
Nanami: Will you coo to me that you love me if I act like her?
You feel your heart start to race as you read his text over and over. He was way more observant than you gave him credit for. You couldnât even think of a time where you told Uta that you loved her in front of him.
Yn: Is that what you want?
Nanami: That does sound nice. Though, I think Iâd rather hear you breathlessly professing your love to me.
ohâŠ
oh.
You sat your phone down. No way were you going to let some simple words over a screen let you get horny in class. You didnât dare to glance in his direction as you suddenly decided to start paying attention and taking detailed notes on Neurology.
Nanami: Youâre blushing again.
Damn him and his observant personality. Damn him and his filthy words that make you squeeze your thighs together to soothe the ache.
Yn: Iâm well aware.
Nanami: Itâs cute. Makes me want to say more things just to get a reaction out of you.
Yn: Please donât
Nanami: Why? Scared you might like it?
Nanami: Scared you might like the thought of being beneath me, begging for more?
Jesus. There was no misinterpreting that. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared down at your phone, rereading his message over and over. It painted a picture in your brain.
Yn: As if you could make me do that.
Nanami: I can, and I will. Come over tonight.
Yn: To the frat house?
Nanami: No, to my room. Iâll tell Haibara to not come back until late.
Yn: That seems rather rude.
Nanami: Itâs far better than the treatment youâll be receiving later.
Your head feels like itâs spinning as the professor dismisses class. The rest of the day drags by painfully slow as you feel every little heartbeat and flutter in your chest. Nanami talked big game for someone who seemed too shy to really speak to you. It made you feel intrigued. How could he be so confident in his ability to make you beg?
You took your time once you were back at your dorm: going through your everything-shower routine. You wanted to make sure that every inch of you was soft and smooth just in case! Itâs not like heâs actually going to make you do anything.
Knocking on his door, you feel your stomach churn with anxiety. You two seemed to be doing better at keeping up a conversation, but you were still deathly afraid of that awkward silence sinking in.
The click of the lock gains your attention, and Nanami opens the door for you. âCome in.â He says flatly, moving out of the way of the door so you can squeeze past him. Heâs wearing his usual button-up shirt with black slacks on. How does this man even relax?
Of course his room is completely clean. His bed was even made military style for crying out loud. What the fuck does this man know about making women beg?
âYour room is nice.â You compliment, trying not to sound too awkward.
âItâs a room.â He shrugs nonchalantly before his eyes travel your body.
âHow did you tell Haibara not to come home?â You ask, and he gives you a slightly puzzled look.
âI told him the truth.â He says as he loosens his tie from around his neck.
You swallow harshly as you watch his slender fingers pull at the fabric. His jaw is perfectly sculpted along with his neck, and his adams apple bobs as he steps towards you.
âWhich is?â You reluctantly ask.
âI told him not to come home unless he planned on watching me fuck a pretty girl to tears.â
Your breath hitches in your throat, and you stare up at him with almost a frightened gaze. His movement feels much more predatory now as if heâs been watching you for a while, sizing you up. He had observed and stood by, waiting for the prime opportunity to pounce.
âWhat is it? Cat got your tongue?â Nanami asks as he steps forward again. The back of your knees hits his bed, and his smile shifts to a lopsided grin.
âNo. I justâŠâ You had no idea what to even say to that! You werenât use to a man so confidently bolstering about his skills without sounding like a total idiot. Nanami was a rarity. He could talk the talk and walk the walk.
âNo. I just..â He mocks you. âYouâre awfully nervous for someone I havenât even touched yet.â His fingers gently caress over your collarbone, before he carefully nudged you back. You tipped over and found yourself sitting on his bed, looking up at him with big round eyes.
âChrist. Have you ever even done this before?â He asks as he leans over you. His hand press down on the mattress at both of your sides, effectively trapping you beneath him.
âYes!â You exclaim with a huffy attitude that makes him chuckle. âHave you?â You ask, trying to even the score.
âNo.â He responds before closing the distance between you two. His lips press against yours and move delicately. Your eyes widen before you realize what was going on, and you slowly melt into the kiss.
Lips smack together as he takes the lead on the kiss. His hands gently cup and caress their way down your body before resting upon your hips. His knee finds itâs way between your thighs, and he applies pressure to your core.
Stifling a small whine, you entangle your fingers through his blonde hair. Itâs softer than you imagined it to be. His kisses are growing more and more demanding as heâs pushing you back onto the bed more and more.
He gently bites at your lip, and he applies more pressure with his knee. As soon as you let another another small whimper, he slips his tongue into your mouth.
Heâs taking complete and utter advantage over your body while youâre still trying to wrap your head around the fact he said ânoâ. Heâs claiming to have never done this before.
His thumbs dig into your hipbones before he makes you grind against his knee.
âThatâs right. Use me.â He purrs lowly, encouraging for you to keep rolling your hips. Once you found a steady rhythm, rubbing yourself against his knee like a desperate slut, he releases your hips and grabs your wrists, pinning you down to the bed.
âKen..â You gasp out lowly, and he immediately eats up your words, forcing his lips right back upon yours.
The grinding was slowly making you feel all dizzy in the head as you slowly start to mess up your rhythm. He immediately notices your messy state. His hands leave your wrists to grab back ahold of your thighs to make sure you donât stop. If his slacks werenât black, he was sure there would be a small damp spot on his leg from your delicious juices.
âHah~â You gasp as you lean your head back.
âDoes that feel good?â He questions lowly before carefully nipping at your neck.
âYes⊠Yes, Kento.. more..â
âOh, what was that, darling? I didnât hear you.â He taunts as he bites his way down your neck.
âM-more!â You whimper out as you grow impatient.
âSo greedyâŠâ He murmurs before his sucks a small hickey on your neck all while heâs still making you grind your pitiful pussy against his thigh. âBeg.â
You feel that defiant nature wanting to kick in. You were needy for him, but you werenât to the point of begging yet.
âDid you hear me? I said beg.â He demands as he forces you down on his leg harder. Your legs tremble around him as heâs making you rock hack and forth.
âPlease-â You finally choke out against your defiant nature. âI-I.. want more, please⊠I need you to.. to ruin me.â
âRuin you, hm?â He asks as his hand carefully trails upwards to your neck. He applies just a bit of pressure. âA pretty girl like you asking for me to ruin her⊠How could I say no?â
He removes his leg from between your leg, and he quickly replaces it with his hand. His fingers rub firm circles around your clit through the cloth of your leggings. You immediately shudder from the new stimulation. You hold his gaze as he lightly chokes you.
âI think I want to see you come on my fingers first.â He says as heâs quick to shove your leggings and panties down. You gasp quietly as you look down at him. He shuffles himself down between your legs, and he has a determined look on his face. He was set on making you come with his hand.
You push your thighs together with a small whine as he gives your glistening cunt an amorous gaze. Nanami places his hands on both of your knees as he forces your legs back apart. âNow, you know why you came here. What are you running from?â
âI- ⊠Youâre looking at me likeâŠâ the words âlike you want to eat meâ die upon your tongue. His aura is just so.. almost intimidating. Not in a scary way, just in a heâs-not-here-to-play way.
âYouâre so pretty, but gods, youâre so confusing.â He shakes his head as he carefully drags his tongue up your slippery folds. âJust sit still and let me take care of you, darling.â He mumbles before he laps at your cunt again. He purses his lips and gently sucks on your clit. It almost feels like heâs making out with your pussy.
âOh.. f-fuck..â You gasp as you lean your head back into his mattress. Your hands fist at the blanket beneath you, ruining his perfectly made bed.
Nanami continues to lick and suck. The sounds in the room were nothing short of erotic. The wet sounds of his lips and tongue smack and almost slurp at you. His hands hold your thighs up, practically wearing them as earmuffs as he eats you like a starved man.
His fingertip gently traced over your opening before he carefully slipped a finger in. He continued to lap at your cunt as his finger pumped in and out and prodded around.
âOh my-! .. N-Nanami.. ah~â You pant out. In his eyes, your entire body was flushed. You were so subtly grinding yourself against his tongue. In his eyes, you were a goddess in touch with her sexuality and femininity. You just needed a small nudge to get there.
He adds a second finger, and he so carefully curls them upwards to gently press right on the spot that made you see stars.
Your hands abandoned the bed, and you grabbed onto his hair. His hazel eyes flutter up at you, and his glasses were pushed up onto his head.
Your orgasm was building quicker than it ever had before. âNanami-! fuck, Iâm gonna..â You try to warn, but heâs already a step ahead of you. His fingers start pumping a big more aggressively, and heâs pointed with his tongue, focusing all his attention on your clit. His tongue swirls in tight circles around the small bundle of nerves.
Your orgasm washes over you as you clench around his fingers, spasming on his face. He continues to thrust his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm on his face and hand. Pressing a few more small kisses to your overly sensitive cunt, he slowly pulls away. âGood girl.â He praises lowly.
Your heart is pounding in your chest as you recover from the best orgasm youâve ever received. Your eyes flutter open weakly to see Nanami ditch his glasses. He uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth and chin dry.
He then places the fingers he so deliciously used to fuck you into his mouth, and he sucks them clean with a satisfied groan.
âYou taste so sweet.â He mumbles as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. It falls to the floor as he starts to unbuckle his belt. You can already feel your arousal building up again as you see the absolute tent in his slacks. Of course the nerd was absolutely hung.
Without another word, his pants and boxers are on the ground. His dick stood hard at attention. It was too heavy to press all the way up towards his stomach. Speaking of stomach, he was absolutely fucking built. He had well-defined solid abs and a broad chest.
You watch carefully as he fists his length a few times. You admire the way the veins bulge from his hands and arms. He wastes no more time: climbing up on top of you. He guides your legs up onto his shoulders, and he leans forward, putting you in a mating press.
His hand suddenly covers your mouth. âSpit.â He orders bluntly.
âW-what-?â
âI didnât stutter. Spit. Unless you want me to go in dry.â
The thought of that sounded like a nightmare, so you gathered as much saliva into your mouth as you could, and you spat into his hand.
He doesnât look phased in the slightest as he lubes himself up with your spit. He lets out a soft breath as the wet sounds of him gliding his hand up and down his cock fill the room. He then wipes his hand off on the bed, and he covers your mouth tightly with his hand. âTry not to be too loud, darling. I donât want anyone to come and bother us.â
He was so fucking confident that he was going to make you noisy. It almost pissed you off, but Nanami was a man of his word.
He aligned himself up with your entrance, and with one deep motion, he buried himself all the way to the hilt. You let out a silent scream into his hand, and your back arches up off the bed. His eyes darken as he lets out a guttural growl.
Your cunt was just too precious to him, squeezing him so perfectly. You were absolutely sopping wet and so goddamn warm. He actually had to bite his tongue to not come prematurely. Once he tasted the hint of metal in his mouth, the urge to finish subsided.
âShhh, shh. Be a good girl. The pain will subside soon.â He assures you quietly as his hips gently rock back and forth shallowly.
âMmmnnf~ K-kento!â You moan into his hand. He hates having to muffle your pretty noises, but he really canât risk getting a noise complaint right now.
âThatâs right, darling.. Take it..â His hips start to roll with a bit more conviction. His thrusts are slow but powerful. Each time he buried himself deep in you, you went all dizzy in the head.
âOh fuck, youâre so pretty like this.â He praises as his other hand holds one of your thighs up for you. Your body is almost slack from how harsh his hips are snapping into you. His leaking tip was bruising your cervix with each brutal thrust.
Nanami wishes he could take a picture right now. Your eyes are all glossed over. Your face is flushed the prettiest shade of pink, and your lips are all puffy and slightly parted. Your babbling utter nonsense as your greedy pussy takes him in with each thrust.
âF-fuck..! So big.. can feel you right here~â You moan as you point towards your lower stomach.
Nanami looks to where youâre pointing, and as if this man needed anymore courage, he begins to fuck you harder.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
âYeah? Yâfeel me in your womb, darling?â He groans. Noise complaint can be damned. He lets your mouth go and grabs your hips as he continues to pound your pretty pussy.
Tears involuntarily spring into your eyes from the sheer intensity. When Nanami said he was going to fuck you to tears, you thought it was just a figure of speech. Nah, you were lying in his bed, crying because the dick was so good.
âLook at me.â He demands as he grabs your blushed cheek and forces you to look up at him. âThis pussyâs mine from now on, understand me?â
âY-yes!â You cry out to him. Your stomach starts to coil with white hot pleasure as your orgasm builds up again.
âTell me you love me when you cum on my cock.â He demands lowly. Youâre too fucked stupid to argue.
The bed squeaks and wails in agony as he his thrusts are growing more erratic and sloppy. You could feel him getting closer and closer to his release as he gets more vocal and noisier too.
Your eyes cross as you feel your body gyrate on him. Your second orgasm crashes over you so suddenly you didnât even have time to warn him. Your soul nearly floats away from you as you feel warm juices flood out from you. âFuck~.. I-.. I love you, Nanami!â You whimper out. In the heat of the moment, it does feel like love.
Such pure pretty words being uttered during such a lewd time. Nanami is instantly emptying himself into you. His dick throbs as he shoots ribbon after ribbon of cum inside of you. His hands are shaking as they hold onto your hips. âNgh.. I love you, darling. Take it.. All of it. Donât waste a drop.â He lowly growls.
The room is quiet as both of you pant softly. After a few moments, you realize you had professed a love to him that you werenât even sure about. Yes, Nanami was attractive physically and mentally. Sure, he was apparently a god in bed, but love???
What if he wasnât even being serious when he told you to say that? He probably didnât even mean it when he said it back. What if you made things weird? Is that why heâs being so silent?
Nanami leans down and presses a small kiss to your forehead. âThat was intense. Are you alright, darling?â He asks affectionately.
You nod weakly, not wanting to frustrate him with your insecure thinking style.
âAre you sure? Iâm not only talking about physically.â He murmurs softly as he slowly allows for your thighs to slip down to around his hips. His hand carefully strokes your cheek.
âI told you I love you..â You murmur out quietly, avoiding his gaze.
He exhales softly in amusement. âYou did do that. It was very sexy. Do you regret saying it?â
âI.. I donât know.â You confess quietly. âYou said it back tooâŠâ
âI did. Seeing your body in such a vulnerable state as you were trusting me with your very essence made me feel full with love.â
You look up at him as he just said the most romantic thing youâve ever heard.
âI donât think I regret it.â
âIâm glad. I donât regret it either.â He smiles and presses another small kiss to your temple.
*** *** ***
âWas that really your first time?â You giggle as the hot water coats your body. Nanamiâs fingers are attentively massaging shampoo into your scalp.
âIt really was.â He laughs quietly. âWhy is it so hard to believe.â
âYou were too good for a virgin.â
âIâm glad my darling thinks so.â He smiles and carefully leans your head back, so the water can rinse the shampoo from your hair.
âWhere did you even learn that stuff from?â You ask curiously, wondering if Nanami just had a secret raging porn addiction.
âI have the horniest friend group. They donât understand the concept of too much information.â
Ah. That makes sense.
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The Worst Logan
Logan Howlett x Reader!Loganverse| smut | 5.8k words
Summary: You are the deceased-anchor-being-Logan's lover, having found yourself with Laura in the void, you navigate meeting the variant of the love of your life. Sweet dick kicking angst with gratuitous smut, cause we all know Logan eats pussy like a CHAMP. đ€
This is self indulgence at its finest, but it had be to done. 7-years ago, the movie Logan broke something within me that has finally been fixed! đ€ đ
Warning: Explicit - smut. canon death, depression, angst, spoilers for Logan / Wolverine and deadpool, cunnilingus, unprotected p in v, creampie, all the good stuff. 18+
The first time you see him again, the new him, the other him you mean. Itâs in the cave accompanied by a man who talks far too much.
You recognise his voice in an instant when the mouth finally allows him to get a word in edgeways. His voice.Â
Youâve heard it nearly every night for the past seven years. It's a few octaves deeper than you remember and filled to the brim with vitriol but it's definitely his. The realisation that your memory has been warped by time is a blow to the gut but you continue towards the sound all the same.
When finally you round the corner Logan stands before you in all his glory. For a moment you are rendered utterly unable to form a single sentence as he leans against the wall, a bottle of bourbon in his palm and adorned in yellow and blue.
Your mind can't reconcile this figure as the man you buried. He has the same sneer, the same broad shoulders, he even has the same stance - but Logan, your Logan, would rather die than wear that garish yellow suit and admit to being the hero he always was.Â
His nose flares in what you believe to be recognition as he smells your presence, you allow your powers to retreat and reveal yourself. As your invisibility ebbs away Logan snarls in surprise as the talkative man in red gasps theatrically and begins jumping on the spot.Â
Your fears are proven well founded when your eyes connect with his across the room, instead of the love and recognition, you find only open hostility and rage.
Your heart had bulldozed all logic, you were in the fucking void, of course it was a variant.
This Logan looks younger; his hair not so grey, his face unscarred and his eyes not so tired.Â
This not-quite-Logan stares right back at you seemingly ill at ease with the stranger who is currently taking an inventory of his face.Â
âLogan, that's them. Itâs X-23 and Y/N, the oneâs I told you about.â You graze your palm along your daughter's back in support as you come to stand beside her.Â
âHer name is Laura.â Itâs a knee jerk reaction; your correction. Your girl wasnât the sum total of an experiment, she was her own person with her own thoughts and feelings, not a weapon to be utilised.Â
The Wolverineâs gaze darts between the two of you, itâd be comical if you didnât feel like you were about to regurgitate your lunch. They land on Laura, and linger there for a few moments, before they return to you, it's as if heâs trying to find you in her features.Â
You barely hear the man you will later come to know fondly as Wade Wilson, question how you all ended up in the void.
âThere was a knock at the door TVA sent me here, saying my world was dying ⊠and I never even got the chance to fight for it.â Blade explains remorsefully.Â
âThey sent us here because they knew weâd put up a fight.â You utter distractedly, finally breaking your staring contest with Logan as he takes a swig from the bottle heâs currently white knuckling.Â
âPeople like us donât go quietly, TVA knows that so they took us out.â Elektra attests.
âThe answer is yes, Iâm in.â Wade declares.
âIn what?â Blade questions bemused by the man in red.Â
âA team up, you me, me you, all of us together, lets get the fuck outtaâ here.â
âDonât listen to him, heâs a fucking liar!â Logan growls, furious at the other man.Â
âIt was an educated wish!â
âHA!â The loathing behind it makes you pause, he was so angry.Â
The heat in his voice, the resentment, it burns you. You supposed even your Logan had his fair share of rage. Â
When he arrived at the mansion all those years ago, fresh faced and wild, you had adored him even then, though Logan was far too preoccupied with Jean to notice the torch you carried for him back then.
It was ironic that It had taken the utter annihilation of the X-Men to bring you together. Charlesâ accident had left the two of you as sole survivors. Over the years in hiding your ability to mould force fields managed to keep the worst of the effects of Charlesâ seizures at bay, but Charles Xavier was one of the most powerful telepaths to grace the earth and your powers had limits.Â
Those years were some of the darkest and yet the best of your life, you found yourself growing to love the man the world called The Wolverine.
You realise youâve entirely tuned out Wadeâs rousing speech and have spent the time analysing the man wearing your loveâs face currently gargling bourbon though your name pulls you out of your reverie.Â
âLaura, Y/N? Whatâs it gonnaâ be girlies?âÂ
âLets fucking go.â Laura agrees heartily, you simply nod still dazed.Â
âYES! LETâS FUCKING GO!â Wade shouts back fist pumping.Â
âYouâre all fucking dead.â
Much later in the evening when the sun has finally set you seek him out. When you come across the father and daughter duo before the campfire you hold back, your skin slowly begins reflecting light, fading from vision as you call upon your powers to hide in the treeline.Â
They both needed this and it wasnât something you were about to get in the way of. They talk for a little while, before they part ways, both a little teary. Laura nods your way despite being unable to see you as she heads back to the cave, her nose just as keen as her fathers.Â
So it shouldnât surprise you a few moments later when you hear Logan's voice call across the clearing.
âYou gonnaâ stand there all night, Bub?â The man sounds utterly exhausted.Â
You say nothing in response, only dismissing your powers and revealing yourself as you advance. You take Lauraâs seat at the fire, not quite having the courage to look at him just yet.Â
âYou hear all that? Should mind your own damn business.â You remembered this Logan well, the one aching for a fight, desperate to shed his vulnerability and bloody his fists.Â
âI didnât hear a thing, Logan.â Your voice is barely above a whisper, you havenât had to gentle parent The Wolverine in a while but itâs like riding a bike. âI wanted to let the two of you talk, she needed it and I think maybe you did too.â
âWhat do you fuckinâ know.â He growls dismissively, swigging from his bottle of what now appears to be scotch. âYou can skip the speech and go back up, Iâm not looking for company.âÂ
âIâm not here to tell you what to do, Logan.â Finally, you look away from the fire and find his eyes fixed on you, you swallow the lump in your throat before you speak. âI just wanted to see you.â
âSee me?â He questions incredulously. âWell, keep the change, bub. Good night.â
Despite your smile at his words, you canât help the tears that begin to cloud your eyes. Your mind and your heart have been locked in a constant battle since setting eyes on him. This man by all rights is Logan. The man you have mourned relentlessly and yet in every way that matters he isnât.
âItâs like seeing a ghost.â Is the only explanation you can give him, his response is a stoic cheers with his bottle before he takes a deep gulp.Â
Finally either his curiosity or the alcohol gets the better of him as he questions. âYou her Mother?âÂ
âYes and no.â His stare doesnât leave your face as he waits for you to elaborate. âHer biological mother was a woman from Mexico City that the fuckers in the lab exploited, all we know is that she disappeared after giving birth. After ⊠you ⊠after everything that happened in North DakotaâŠâ You trail off.
Your voice is suddenly thick and your words get stuck in your throat as you try to make them form. It's utterly embarrassing as you feel the traitor tears begin to form.Â
A bottle of Johnny Walker enters your field of vision from where you sit staring at your clasped hands in your lap. Startled, you glance up to find the Wolverine standing before you, casting an impossibly large shadow as he holds out the bottle.
You accept the offering from his gloved hand, your fingers grazing his in the transaction as you take a swig or two (or three) before passing it back. He looks thoughtful when he places his lips on the place where your own had just lingered, as he retakes his seat. With amber courage coursing your veins, you continue.Â
âShe was all I had - if not for her, I-.â You wipe your nose, staring back into the fire. If it was a struggle to meet his eyes before, it was impossible for you now. âI just couldnât see the point in being alive anymore if everything just slowly gets stripped away; the X-Men, then Charles and then Lo-âÂ
You donât know it, but youâre preaching to the fucking choir with your words. It was rare to find a soul, going through the exact same torture as yourself. Logan found himself softening to you, it was as involuntary as it was unwelcome, but he couldnât help it as you described a battle so close to the one he fought daily.Â
â-she reminded me what I had to live for. Laura she is fierce and so fucking kind; she is everything I loved about him.â You cut your trauma dumping to a swift end as you remember yourself. âSo no, to answer your question. Iâm not her biological mother, but sheâs my daughter in every way that counts.â
Silence reigns for a moment as neither one of you knows what to say to the other.Â
âYou loved him?â Loganâs voice is deeper than before when he speaks the sentence. You raise your eyes from the fire to find his for the first time since you began monologuing. Theyâre filled with something you canât quite name.
âI did.â
Logan seems to contemplate this, mulling it over as he continues drinking. Finally, he seems to reach some sort of conclusion. âYou should get some sleep, big day for you tomorrow.â
âCan I stay here ⊠with you for tonight?â The words slip out before you really even mean them to. Tomorrow you might be going to your death and the ghost of the love of your life is here alive and real, what do you really have to lose?
Logan does a double take, not quite expecting those to be the words that leave your lips. âIâm not him, Darlinâ.â
âNo, I suppose youâre not.â You sigh, âbut could you please just hold me whilst I sleep, James?â
A huge part of you expects him to tell you to fuck off back to the cave and leave him to his booze fueled pity party. However, against all odds, he doesnât do that.Â
Logan simply lifts the half full bottle of scotch to his lips and downs every last drop. Heâs a little unsteady on his feet when finally he stands up to his full height and turns towards the blankets heâs laid out on the ground.Â
âFuck it.â He growls and drops himself like a sack of potatoes onto the pile with little regard for his own body. Youâve certainly had nicer invitations into his bed but when he waves you over with a lazy gesture, you canât help but hurry before he changes his mind.Â
Before you know it youâre tucked into Loganâs side. His gloved hand doesnât quite seem to know where to go, more accustomed to brutality than tenderness these days as it hesitates for a moment suspended in the air. After some careful consideration he delicately places it on the dip in your waist securing you to him.Â
Loganâs breath is uneven, though heâs doing his best to seem unaffected by your closeness. It has been years since someone has touched him with such easy affection and the way your body curls around his own as if it was created to do just that is driving him crazy.Â
You are completely at ease with him, you trust him so entirely it almost breaks his fucking heart. Logan's stomach is heavy with something he canât name, you fucking terrify him. Yet, he doesnât move because you feel so fucking good as he holds you.Â
It's scary, you realise, how easy it would be to pretend this was your Logan as you melt into his embrace. He smells exactly the same as you bury your face in his neck, the roughness of his beard feels the same pressed against your forehead.Â
This Wolverineâs arms are a little fuller and his chest a little firmer, but he still holds you the same. You make a decision to not focus on such difficult philosophical concepts as variants and the morality of switching out your Wolverine. You decide to live in the moment, to just enjoy the furnace of his body keeping you warm and his arm encircling your waist protecting you from the world, itâs so easy to pretend that this was your Logan, so you do.Â
And you fall asleep quicker than you have in years.
It is still night when you awaken, it's not quite dawn but the fire has burned out to a low smoulder. Youâre not sure what has awoken you from the best sleep youâve had in a long while, that is until you feel the arms wrapped around you and the sleeping Wolverine holding you in a death grip against his chest, his half hard appendage digging into your hip.Â
Everything is still hazy; youâre floating in that sweet spot between waking and dreaming, you forget about North Dakota and, god forgive me, Laura.Â
Youâre back in your bed at home and Logan is holding you.
There's no my logan, new logan, old logan.Â
Heâs just Logan.Â
You bury yourself deeper in his neck.Â
Itâs only for a moment though before it all comes flooding back and the agony overwhelms you like a blade to the gut.Â
Instantly tears flood your cheeks as you shake from your silent sobs.Â
â...Y/N?â Logan's voice is thick with confusion and sleep, his grip has loosened somewhat to allow you to breathe but he doesnât release his hold on you. âWhatâs wrong darlinâ?âÂ
That affectionate name is the last nail in the coffin it fucking ends you.Â
All teary, and regrettably maybe a teensy bit snotty, you lean forward and kiss him. Kiss isnât the right word but itâs your intention. Your lips touch one anothers before heâs pulling away and holding you back.Â
âY/n⊠Darlinâ you donât want this⊠Iâm not-â
âBut you are Logan. Youâre him just as much as heâs you.â Your hands rise to his jaw, running your finger along its familiar sharp edge. âYouâre Logan.â
âY/N⊠Iâd be taking advantageâŠâ His voice is firm yet gruff as he tries to inject reason into the conversation. As usual being the good guy heâs constantly telling everyone heâs not.Â
âI am so goddamn sick and tired of being sad, please Logan.â This time when you capture his lips, he doesnât rear back. Youâre not sure whatâs going through his mind, but his self control seems to snap within him as he begins returning the kiss in earnest.
Loganâs tongue swipes along your bottom lip begging entry, entry you swiftly allow. Youâre breathing heavily through your nose as he plunders the depths of your mouth, exploring your mouth with his quick tongue.Â
Deciding to make the next move you push yourself up, throwing a leg over him to straddle his lower stomach. Heâs lifted the top half of his body to ensure he doesnât lose your mouth, your teeth clash slightly with the movement and you canât help a bubble of nervous laughter. He pays it little mind though as he swallows the noise, his hands coming to rest on your hips.Â
Instantly, you grind your hips downward on the growing bulge that lurks below. Logan lets out a deep groan at the friction and his hands on your hips raise to the bottom of your tee in response, his thick hands tugging at it requesting your permission.
Nodding, you pull back causing him to groan at the loss of your hot mouth on his. Though it's only for a moment as the second the tee is over your head, heâs back on you, only it's your bare neck heâs lashing with affection now.
Logan breathes in deep your scent mixing with the heady aroma of your arousal. Heâs nipping and licking along the smooth skin, soothing his bites as quickly he makes them. It's the animal instinct within him, telling him to devour you entirely; make you his.Â
âLoganâŠâ You gasp, your eyes are clenched shut in pleasure as he bucks his hips upwards into your jean covered centre. Â
Logan pulls back to take you in, writhing above him in the moonlight, youâre fucking beautiful, though the flash of familiar metal between your breasts catches his eye, unable to stop himself, he catches it in his fist.Â
Dog tags; his old dog tags.
âLOGANâ is etched into the aged metal and theyâre warm to the touch from living beneath your shirt over your heart.Â
The realisation hits him like a freight train, not only was he loved by you, but for his other self to have given you these, he fucking loved you.Â
Heâs not sure why it didnât occur to him before, that the other him was as devoted to you as you were to him. Heâs not entirely sure how to feel about it, but he twists his hands, careful not to snap the metal string, but using it to pull you close.Â
For the other dead Logan, the hero heâs heard so goddamn much about, he decides heâll give you the treatment you deserve.Â
As if you weigh nothing at all he flips you onto your back, his hands dropping the dog tags and falling to the waistband of your jeans. His dexterous hands undo the button so quickly, that your trousers are peeled from your legs before you know it, leaving you in an unimpressive unmatching set of underwear beneath his roaming eyes. Though Logan couldnât give a fuck as he groans at the sight of your body exposed to him.Â
Logan begins by kissing down your stomach before his hands linger on your black panties, he can't help but grin at the tiny barely there bow in the middle of them; youâre like a gift all wrapped up for him.Â
His eyes lift to meet your own as he begins sucking at the fabric that's keeping your pussy from him, it's already damp with your arousal and by the time he finishes, absolutely sodden with his saliva.
âLogan, pleaseâŠâ you whisper desperately as your hands find his âtuftsâ for a lack of a better word. They were new, but you liked them, plus they now seemed pretty functional.Â
He takes only a moment to remove his gloves, before they return eagerly to your body. Those thick hands traverse the planes of your thighs, theyâre quick in their passing as they make their way up to the waistband of your panties, he hooks them over his thumb and reveals your soaking core to his hungry eyes and heâs right back to wanting to fucking devour you, and boy, fucking does he.Â
Enthusiastic, would be the word, earth-shattering would be another - the word to describe how Logan eats pussy.
Logan without much preamble dives into your centre, his tongue slips into your hot wet heat, lingering for a moment on your clit, circling it reverently before he dips that talented tongue inside of you. His nose knocks against your clit several times, each more delicious than the last as he utterly devours your pussy. He moans, grinding his hips into the dirt and readjusts pulling you closer, his thick muscled arms locking under your thighs as you buck against his mouth.Â
You're a complete goner the second he slips a single long thick finger inside of you.Â
âFuck, Lo, Iâm gonna-âÂ
âCome, baby... I gotâya.â He mumbles into your pussy. And fuck me, he does. He carries on lapping at you all the way through your orgasm, drawing it out of you like the pied fucking piper of pussy. It feels like youâve been falling for hours by the time you finally come down, only Logan doesnât allow you any reprieve before heâs back to lashing your clit with his quick tongue. Your hands find those faux ear tufts once more and he groans as you pull on them a little more sharply than you intend in your shock, in answer Two fingers bury themselves deep inside of you.
âOne more.â Heâs negotiating orgasms, but you have no qualms as he rubs his nose side to side with affection against your sensitive bud. His tongue and nose moving in pace with his fingers, currently fucking in and out of you.Â
It's when he scissors those thick long fingers inside of you, hitting that spongy spot within you that makes your back arch.Â
Your top half has left the ground, he grunts in annoyance, suspending your hips back to his mouth at the angle he likes. Those deep hazel eyes meet yours from between your thighs, crazed and animalistic, driven wild with arousal as he eats your pussy with gusto.
It's that image that thrusts you over the edge once more, your back hitting the ground as your body seizes, thrusting your hips against his mouth.Â
Without any preamble a third finger joins stretching you deliciously. The hand not currently fucking you, leaves your hip to caress your stomach stroking the flesh there, not quite able to reach your breast.Â
âLo⊠fuck⊠yes⊠right⊠right fucking there.â You cry as he draws your second orgasm of the night out, only when you tug at his tuft due to overstimulation does he acquiesce and pull back, only of course, after cleaning up your gaping desperate hole.Â
He sucks his fingers clean as he sits back on his knees, his cock thick and tenting against the yellow bottoms of his suit. Your arousal has soaked through his beard making his chin slick, he wipes it with a single swipe with the back of hand though, it does very little for his sodden chin.Â
Tired of not touching him, you sit forward grabbing at his belt. It's a difficult contraption that confounds you, though Logan is far too wound up to find any humour from it.Â
 He replaces your hands unbuckling the thing before finding the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.Â
There, finally in all his glory, he is exposed to you and youâve never been a religious woman, but Mary mother of fucking christ, he is gorgeous. Loganâs chest is fucking⊠transcendant to behold, it's like heâs been sculpted by god herself, the light isnât the best out of here, but you hope to god you donât die tomorrow simply for wanting to take your time and lick each and every single one of those muscles on his stomach.Â
Its your turn to leap forward onto your knees and join his mouth with yours, he tastes distinctly of you and his chin is still sodden, but you couldnât give less of a fuck, you love the fact your desire is still marking his skin.Â
Your hands trace the firm abs at your disposal, before dipping into his now open trousers and underwear to find him rock hard.Â
If his physique impressed you, you had a big storm coming, because his cock was a fucking resplendant beauty and it was plain to see from the swelling Logan really liked eating pussy.Â
Your fingers barely touched as you pumped him, once twice, spreading the copious amounts of precum along his shaft.
âFuck.â He grunts into your mouth. You lean down, positioning yourself to take him in your mouth, though he stops you in your tracks grabbing your shoulder. âNo sweetheart, I want your pussy.â You clench around nothing at his filthy words, this man will be the fucking death of you.Â
You reach behind you and free your tits from their confines, another moan leaves his throat as he pushes you backwards. On his hands and knees heâs deliberate with every move as kicks the bottoms of his suit off as he prowls towards you.
Finally, heâs in between your legs naked as the day he was born. His hands are on your breasts, exploring the new plains exposed to him, playing with your nipples alternating between sucking and twirling them between his fingers.Â
So lost in his skilled hands, you barely notice when one disappears to line himself up, it's a shock, the sudden intrusion, but not an unwelcome one as he thrusts himself forward and as deep as he can go.Â
You moan his name into his ear, doing your best to keep your volume down.
He has prepared you well, youâre so worked up that he slides home through your tight slit. The sheer size of him means it's a stretch that borders on uncomfortable, but the second his hand finds your clit youâre clenching around him and grinding forward, desperate for more. Unable to control himself, his claws extend, he grunts pulling you close and thrusting them down into the ground.Â
âFuck, youâre tight.â He grunts into your neck, where he's busy lavishing the flesh once again with bites. Your neck is going to be black and blue tomorrow, but you canât find it in you to give a single fuck.
The two of you are so fucking close his bare skin so deliciously hot against your own, but you want more, you need more.
Logan pulls his hips backwards, pulling out of you until only the tip remains before slamming home and spearing you wide open his cock. Your moans blend together as you lose yourself in each other's bodies.
Logan is worked up from eating your cunt, so it doesnât take long for the sensation to hit him.
âFuck, where do you want it?â He grunts into your neck, as his hand descends to rub quick circles on your clit. He pulls your ass up, making sure to hit the spot inside of you that makes your toes curl.
You know heâs teetering on the edge, desperate to make you cum before he does.Â
âInside - come inside me, baby.â You whimper into his neck as he pounds into you reaching your deepest recesses with his thick cock, his hammering, itâs unforgiving with his enhanced strength but it pushes him deeper into spots you couldnât have imagined. He groans at your words, sounding every bit the wounded animal he is. Your shared groans and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass as he takes you again, and again is all that can be heard in the clearing.Â
Finally as he joins your lips in a kiss, you come hard on his cock. Clenching around him as your body writhes uncontrollably.Â
Logan adjusts his hold on your thighs, now he uses your body, drawing out your pleasure but ultimately chasing his own. The pace is fast as he grunts and groans erotically into your neck, he fucking growls as his hips stutter against your own, and you know you should be more careful, but the thought of him cumming inside you has you gripping his cock like a vice once more. You give him a tight sheath to come in, and he pumps you fucking full of his cum and its a big fucking load. Logan thrusts a few more times, pushing his seed deep inside of you as he claims your mouth once more.
You run your hands through his hair as he lets his body fall against yours, heâs supporting his own weight, thank god, you donât think you could handle his muscle, let alone the adamantium skeleton. Heâs still sheathed inside you as the two of you revel in the closeness.
The silence stretches on for an amount of time you canât quite quantify. The two of you take in your surroundings, listening to the quiet of the forest, until your breathing has finally calmed down.Â
Logan lifts himself up on one arm, and pushes your hair back from your face. You stare at him in the moonlight for a long moment, unable to help yourself as you trace his familiar features. His strong nose and the curve of his brow, your finger dances along his flesh.Â
Loganâs eyes close, so touch starved he basks in your affection.Â
âI-â Logan goes to speak, before you drop your finger on his lips.
âItâs okay. Whatever happens tomorrow, happens. Iâm okay with it.â You smile at him, there's a chill to the air but youâve got your Wolverine warming you up. âI just wanted one night to be about something other than death.â
He takes your hand from his lips and kisses along the back of it and up your wrist, though It's a slippery slope as he hardens inside of you again.Â
Logan manages to pull two more orgasms out of you before dawn.
When your time has run out, the two of you finally dress, not wanting to be found in a compromising position. Logan curls his body around yours and buries his face in your hair as he spoons you from behind.Â
Just when youâre just on the cusp of sleep, he finally speaks into the night. Logan opens up about his world tearfully, instantly you reach your hand down, finding his own thicker one resting on your belly and you intertwine your fingers with his. He tells you of the mutant hunting as you draw comforting circles on the back of his hand, it's not much, but it's more than heâs ever had whilst reliving his worst day. When he has finally bared his soul, the two of you fall back into silence.Â
After what has been an emotionally, not to mention physically taxing night the two of you finally fall asleep if only for a few more hours, two incredibly damaged souls offering one another comfort.
Itâs later in the morning when you finally awake. The sun has risen that much is clear but you're slow to awaken from your comfortable position in Logan's arms, his warm strong body coiled against your back fighting off the worst of the early morning chill, his face still buried in your hair as he snores peacefully.
Thereâs a sensation niggling at you, you think it's what woke you up in the first place; you canât shake the sensation of being watched.Â
Lazily you open your eyes, only for your heart to drop to your asshole when you find Wade Wilson about 10-inches from your face lying on his side, his head supported by his hand.
âMorninâ sleepy head, have a good night?â You can hear the smile in his voice.Â
âAGH!â Unable to stop both your cry of fear and your fight or flight response in progress, you throw yourself backwards, your powers activating of their own accord, and slamming your body into Loganâs chest. He startles awake, with the telltale âsniktâ of his claws extending as he orientates himself, his arm coming out to block you from the threat, despite not being able to see you.Â
After your brain catches up, you call your power back, but Logan doesnât do the same, keeping his claws out seemingly ready to slice up his not-so-best friend.Â
âGet the fuck outtaâ here, Wade.â Logan growls harshly at the other man, his voice is filled to the brim with hatred.
âHmph - this is what I get for acting altruistically. I thought a good stress relieving bone in the woods with your cherie amour would really sort out that bee in your bonnet, but you sir are just a very unpleasant man and Iâm worried that-â
âWADE.â This time Loganâs voice is a threat as he shouts at the man. You place a hand on his muscled arm to steady him. Though he may have stopped your heart with his antics, Wade isnât doing anything particularly outrageous. Logan shakes your hand from his arm and allows his claws to retract as he stands.Â
âThanks for jumping to my defence there, Y/N. Great to meetcha bt-dubs, huge fan.â Youâre disoriented from the wakeup call but you shake the hand he offers you. Honestly, youâre still trying to process the head-fuckery of the past day, so you donât have a quick response for him, though the mouth doesnât seem to mind as he continues. âThat mean lilâ lady is asking for yaâ. Thought Iâd come and check you and big yellow werenât still bumpinâ uglies. Didnât want her to see you and Papa going to town on each other's fun parts.â
âUh - Thanks⊠Wade?âÂ
âThatâs me.â He theatrically begins bestowing multiple kisses on the back of your hand he still had in his grasp, which you retract gently. âOh, and weâre done.â
Pushing yourself up, you go to stand though Logan offers you his newly gloved palm. You lock your fingers around his and the two of you stand together, inches apart and your fingers still intertwined, neither quite sure what to say to the other. Wadeâs âawhâ over your shoulder shatters the moment and he drops your hand instantaneously.Â
After a beat or two Logan leans forward, placing a single solitary kiss on your forehead. âSee yaâ around, bub.â
âWhereâs my smooch, Logie-bear?â
âGo fuck yourself, Wade.â He calls as he walks around, Logan doesnât look back as he heads off into the forest.Â
You still had faith heâd turn up for the fight, Logan always turned up when it counted and you knew this time would be no different.Â
âHate to see him leave, but love to watch him go.â Wade sighs linking his arm with yours.Â
âMmh, You can say that again.â You agree with the clown watching Loganâs ass as he walks away, you swear you see his step falter thanks to his impeccable hearing, but he doesnât turn back.Â
The two of you turn and you begin walking back to the cave arm in arm with the strange man to prepare for the assault on Cassandraâs lair when Wade finally asks the question you know heâs been dying to ask since meeting you âSo, Y/N just between us girls⊠how big is it?â
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playing dmc1 with my earbuds in (but on low volume bc they're being weird) while my roommate and her shitty bf argue. i feel like i'm recreating the very specific experience of some child of divorce out there
#how do i tell her she needs to break up with him immediately. posthaste.fuck it funny post over rant incoming tw emotional abuse i think#nyarla dni#(<- roomie and nyarla have met and i don't wanna air roomie's drama to ppl who know her w/o her consent. anon internet ppl only)#listen i'm normally for gentle advising and that's probably what i'll do since i don't want to stress her out but oh my fucking god what is#his problem. he's constantly putting her in these weird no-win situations where the only right answer is to never be upset or disagree or b#wrong on accident or be misunderstood by him and to tell him everything she's feeling so she's not 'playing mind games' but if she says wha#she's feeling he'll interrogate her and badger her with the same questions over and over again insisting she's unreasonable until she gives#in and says she's sorry with an attitude he likes. i fucking don't like him. and a lot of this is observations from today. the day after sh#GOT INTO A CAR ACCIDENT AND BROKE HER NECK. WHAT THE FUCK.#it's like he expects to be treated like a king on one of the worst days of her life and when she's upset he's like OH. OH I GET IT.#and lectures her on having attitude and taking things out on others when she's literally not even doing that. not to an extent that matters#anyway. like. there's more productive ways of dealing with that. where you don't treat them like a bad kid for getting overwhelmed#he has made her cry multiple times today. i have been around multiple arguments and fights and he's just genuinely. awful i hate him#hell the first argument i overheard *i* was in tears by the end (luckily they left soon after bc i had to run to the basement laundry#dungeon to bawl my eyes out because 1. i can't handle confrontation 2. i've never seen roomie cry and 3. she just seemed so hurt and tired)#anyway he just left again after a fight because. god this is so dumb. she told him to move while they were sleeping in the same twin bed#(remember she's in a neck brace) and he fucking. left the room for an HOUR bc he thought the only thing that could POSSIBLY mean (as he#insisted) was for him to get out of here and then when she was like oh hey i'm sorry i didn't mean it like that he decided to spend the nex#half hour of his short time on this earth chewing her out for not giving him a lengthy explanation while half-asleep as to like. why he#needed to move (she wanted to grab smth) and apparently he sat in the chair by her bed for like 10 mins before leaving so he probably saw#her fall back asleep. and then he got pissy when after he left she didn't pick up her phone when he was calling her? even though he knew sh#was asleep?? she didn't even know he was gone. fucking. i need to get him away from my roomie YESTERDAY#look. miscommunication happens. i'm not saying he's an asshole for wanting things said clearly. i am pro-saying what you mean.#but if every time your gf tells you what she means you make it into a 30 minute lecture (no matter how small the slight and w/o examining i#you're actually right or not) she's not gonna wanna fucking tell you if she doesn't think it's worth the argument. especially if you never#let her rest until she concedes. apology isn't enough. clarification isn't enough. she has to say how wrong she was and beg and GOD. UGHHH#and he's always on about how she hurts his feelings. a gust of wind could hurt his feelings. he's constantly berating her manipulating her#and then he's like >:( see that hurt my feelings you can't hurt ppl's feelings. you're disrespectful. HE"S THE WORST I FUCKING HATE HIM#look sometimes adversity reveals the truth of a person and this just amplified his shittiness so much. mr OH i slept in a HOSPITAL and it#was so bad... you can't be in a bad mood bc i've been doing the bare minimum and you need to prioritize MY feelings rn. also i won't leave
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CAN YOU PLEASE, PLEASE ON MY KNEES WRITE ABOUT BITCHY!READER X RAFE AND IT'S SMUT?? I FEEL LIKE YOU'LL DO IT JUSTICE!!! thank you
you literally read my mind because i was just thinking of this prompt that works so well with bitchy!reader!! hope you'll enjoy <3 (if itâs bad, look away!!)
WHATEVER SHE WANTS | Rafe Cameron
MASTERLIST (Blurb) | x Bitchy!Kook!Female Reader
Content â 18+, power/dominance play, p in v, doggy style, orgasm denial, and dirty talks
Word Count â 2.2K
lıllılı Whatever She Wants by Bryson Tiller
You always wanted Rafe.
It's your right. Since you were a child, you demanded the best in everythingâtoys, clothes, boyfriends. They had to be perfect. Had to be yours. And yes, it may come off a little superficial but who cares? It's what you deserve, and it'll be hell if you don't get it.
Since the first look, when you caught Rafe lounging on a chair with his friends, tipping the rim of his beer onto his lips, while his eyes scanned over the room in an attractive lazy way, you knew you had to have him. It didn't help that you were competitive, and Rafe garnered attention with women. They flocked to him and begged for a minute of his time. It became a game to you, and that heightened your need.
Everything was calculated. The makeup you wore, the outfits you curated, the glances. You always timed your arrivalsâwhen you knew Rafe would be watching the doorâand marked your exits. You knew exactly what to wearâdresses that tantalizing exposes your ass, but only as a previewâand the cosmetic style he liked. Rafe's the type of man who believes he wants a bare-faced woman, but truly, he wants something natural that enhances your features.
You came with friends. You left alone. You drank enough to loosen your nerves and danced with the crowd, but not enough to make a fool of yourself. You knew your tolerance and knew Rafe didn't like a messy girl.
At least, in public.
You caught his gaze a couple of times, flashing a flirtatious smile over your shoulders, but never lingered longer than three seconds. Rafe can't know how easy he can have you, because Rafe, like most boys, loves a chase. You're not easy, you're spoiled. He had to come to you.
And he did.
Rafe tried to introduce himself on several occasions. On those nights when you're leaving earlyâas plannedâRafe would cut to the door to pay a parting remark. "You're leaving so soon?" he would ask, "Alone? Again?" He would add. You always told him it was because no one caught your eye, and Rafe took that as a personal challenge. He would then try to tell you his name, as if he were different, to which you nodâdetachedâas if it didn't matter.
It drove him insane.
Because you didn't offer the same courtesy. You kept him guessing. He had to finally ask around to learn your name, which he would use to tease you the next time he saw you. And he did. And you laughed. But you acted like you didn't care. Like all the trouble he went through didn't prove a thing. That's when Rafe knew he needed you.
Tonight's no different. Just as you're about to leave, Rafe catches you with another smooth pick-up line. You just giggle. He studies how your eyes crinkle with amusement, the curve of your lips painted in his favorite shade of lipstick, and the lithe tilt of your head to the side as you ask him with your gaze, is that the best you got?
It isn't. But Rafe's determined to get further with you tonight. He continues to talk, asking about which men disappointed you and the reasons for your constant disappearances from these parties. And, for once, you're answering his questions with little resistance. Perhaps, it's because of the amount of cheap wines you consumed, or maybe youâfor onceâare tired of the games and want it to come to a fruitful end. Because when Rafe finally asks to take you home, you don't say no.
The walk to his truck is brisk. His arm wrapped around your waist, directing your path, while his fingers trail over the backless cut of your dress, producing a buzzing feeling beneath your skin. He's whispering something in your ear, but all of it is incomprehensible as you revel in the feeling of his touch and his touch alone. The feeling of your game coming to a conclusion.
And, just as you're about to reach the car, Rafe slams you into the side of the vehicle with a searing kiss.
His mouth catches yours and everything feels perfect. As if the buildup leading to this precise moment had been worth it, and every needy emotion rises to the top. His hand travels down the length of your body, to your hips, pulling you closer, and needing to eliminate all the space and wait you made him do.
Rafe's movements are swift and controlled. One of his hands props open the backdoor of his car, pushing you inside, and laying you against his leather seats. All without breaking the kiss.
"You don't know how long I wanted this, wanted you," Rafe blubbers between wet kisses. "Seeing you at every party, in these tiny dresses, not being able to touch," he rasps, bundling the hem of your dress into a tight fist. "Tell me you wear them for me."
"And if I did?" You say with a moan, tipping your head back to grant him access to your neck. "Did you like them?"
"Of course I did," he murmurs against the curve of your neck, the vibration of his words sending heat straight to your core. "You dressing up for me like my own perfect doll."
You want to retort that it's him who's in the palm of your hand, but Rafe sucks on a sensitive spot, causing your eyes to roll back and a whimper to escape your lips instead. He grabs your wrists with one hand, throwing them over his shoulder as he pulls you flush against his chest.
"So pretty, so fucking untouchable," Rafe kisses down the length of your throat, his fingers collecting the spaghetti straps of your dress before sliding it down the slope of your shoulders. "I'm going to fuck you so good."
His words snap you out of your haze. And while Rafe continues to expose more of your body, lamenting each reveal of flesh with a kiss, you withdraw enough to grab his attention.
"You're not fucking me in a car."
"What?" Rafe breaths, unable to snap out of the trace you had him in. Delirious with want, his mind warped around the idea of you being so close to attainable, that all rational manners left his system. He tries to kiss you again, to resume the moment, but you pull enough to send him a deadly glare, pouty and spoiled.
"Rafe, take me somewhere nice or we're not fucking at all."
He can't believe what he's hearing. He can't believe he's contemplating it. But Rafe doesn't understand that you have it all planned out to result in a perfect moment. You won't let it be disrupted just because Rafe can't drive the extra mile to take you somewhere nice. You'd rather leave him with blue balls.
"Are you serious?" He asks slowly, his eyes drawn to your swollen lips, the little pout, and the desperation to have them back on his. Sure, Rafe's had girls who wanted something more than a casual fling. He had them ask him for a better spot, but he never obliged. He never cared. But you're different. He wants you, and it's been a hell of a chase to get you here. He'll be damned if he lets it slip away because of a pretentious standard.
"Does it look like I'm joking?" You cross your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts further up. He nearly groans at the sight. "We're not having sex here."
"The nearest place has to be at least a fifteen-minute drive," Rafe argues. And it makes you upset, brows pinched together. "We can justâ"
"I don't care," you snap. "Take me somewhere nice or I'm leaving."
You're serious. He sees it on your face. Rafe can't risk that, despite wanting to protest, because he knows he if he messes this up, he won't have another chance. Swearing under his breath, he drags himself out of the backseat and into the driver's side, pulling the car out of the parking lot.
Dangerously, Rafe speeds down the road, while you're sitting in the backseat with a self-satisfied demeanor, fixing your makeup through the rearview mirror. Occasionally, Rafe spares a glance through the same reflection, connecting with your gaze, and while there's subtle bitterness coiled in his chest, he recognizes the bigger prize at hand.
And what he can do with it.
Because, despite your bratty attitude, Rafe is a person who wants control. You want perfection. You two can have both.
That's how you find yourself in a newly-booked penthouse suite at one of the bougie hotels in Kildare, your head digging into the soft comforter of the bed, your ass in the air, as Rafe drills into you from behind.
When you reached the room, everything moved frantically. Rafe slammed you against the nearest wall to kiss you againâneeding your lips, needing your tasteâwhile his hands roamed over your dress and pulled down your cleavage, revealing your tits. Your hands wandered down his pants, unbuttoning them hurriedly, needily, and he assisted you by pulling them off alongside his boxers. His cock was big, slightly red with a pearly bead of pre-cum that rolls off the tip. And you could tell by the look on Rafe's face that he wanted you to suck it.
But you told him, "I don't do blowjobs."
So fucking pretentious.
It didn't matter. He hauled you over to the king-sized bed and pushed you onto the mattress. You landed with a soft thump, while Rafe hauled you up to your ass, pushing up your dress, until it became nothing but a bundle around your waist. His movements were urgent, and he wantedâno, neededâto be inside you because a bratty girl was going to be a great fuck.
And he was right.
You're perfect. The way you wrap around him, the way he sinks inside you. He doesn't know if it's because of the delirium of wanting you so desperately, of chasing you for so longâbut he never had better pussy. And it doesn't help that your moans are sweet, breathy, and loudâbegging him to go faster.
"Such a pretentious brat," Rafe grabs your throat, hauling you upwards till your spine rest on his chest, airway constricted by his harsh grip. "Making me wait this fucking long."
"RâRafe," you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your skull at the way he's angling his cock deep into your cervix, bullying the sensitive spot over and over again until you're seeing stars.
"Had to get the princess treatment, did you?" He murmurs hotly into your ear, nibbling a spot on your neck as you rest the back of your head on his shoulder. His thrusts grow more erratic. "Had to make me earn you, didn't you?"
"You weren't going to fuck me in a car," you persist, and despite how cockdrunk you became, and how much of an attitude you're willing to sacrifice to feel good, you were still adamant about receiving what you deemed enough. He respected that. "I'm not one of your whores."
"But I'm fucking you like my own personal slut. Is that any better?" He bites the lobe of your ear, and his other hand wanders up to grab a handful of your breast, squeezing the fat before rolling your perked nipple between his fingers. You moan louder. "What does that make you?"
You can't seem to answer him, can't seem to find your senses. The words Rafe uses are vulgar, but thereâs still no regrets about this entire thing. Rafe wanted you so badly, that he was willing to spend hundreds of dollars on a hotel he probably won't even stay the night in. All because you demanded it.
You win.
"Shut up," you stammer, your stomach tightening. "Shut up and just fuck me, Rafe."
Rafe grins. The hand playing with your tits slips between your thighs to assist, finding your clit easily as he rubs it with his thumb in sync with his thrusts. Breathy moans escape you as you arch into his palm, while he pistons deeper inside of you, bottoming out.
"You sound so pretty, doll," Rafe murmurs against your heated skin, "Come on, take my fucking cock."
Everythingâs so dirty. The way he handles you, the way your wetness drips down your thighs, the way his words breathe onto your skin and tighten your core. But you love it. You do, but you're not willing to give in so easily. No matter how good it feels. No matter how much he feels like a prize.
"You don't deserve me." You whisper with a mewl, body tightening with the familiar wave of your undoing.
Yet, Rafe merely grins.
"But you're sucking in my cock like you need me," Rafe taunts, pleasure coursing through his body at the way your walls grip him in a vice. The way your words spark challenge and invitation. He knows, despite your spoiled attitude and pretentious demands, he'll do anything to get another chance like this. "Now, behave like a good girl or you're not coming tonight."
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