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#key speaks#my mom is. irritating#i am trying to get into the habit of taking my birth control in the morning instead of at night#and i missed the last two days because i keep forgetting#and i wake up at inconsistent times so i can't set a reminder alarm#and her 'advice' was basically 'just don't forget'#just go in and take it in the morning#you know like you keep forgetting to do?#just don't forget and take it!#I CLEARLY CAN NOT DO THAT#I DON'T WORK LIKE THAT#i don't form habits normally!!#it took me SO MANY MONTHS to get into th eva it if washing my face with a washcloth twice a day#and that was with the help of a specific rewards system thing#meant to help build habits!#(i think it was called habitica? it gamified doing chores and building habits and was really useful for a while)#i used to set an alarm to take it in the evenings#but now that i'm taking it in the mornings i can't on the weekends#i need to start setting one on the weekdays#bc i'm awake at somewhat consistent times then#so i CAN set an alarm for those days#but on weekends the time i wake up varies a Lot#and i am NOT waking myself up any sooner than i have to
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my god. skinny people really just have like. No Idea huh just absolutely not a single clue lmao it's almost funny to watch fr but then id lie if i said i wouldn't fucking kill to be able to be that ignorant
#girl i am SO sorry people react with surprise when you say you're studying to be an opera singer because you're#*checks notes* skinny and attractive. so so sorry that must be literal hell for you huh how will you ever recover :((((#no no please keep talking about how equally bad that is to the brutal fucking fatshaming and ED glorifying#in the industry that me and the only other fat girl in the room were talking about before you interrupted us <3#anyway. we were talking about this one review of a quite famous professional music critic whose only comment about a fat mezzo in the cast#was 'miss xyz.... lose some weight'. not a single word about her singing/acting/whatever. but yeah no you're too sexy for an opera singer#and THAT is the real problem here girl i totally understand yeah <3 thoughts and prayers dearest.#earlier that same day this same girl was standing next to me in her bodycon dress and went#*pointing at her stomach that's so flat its almost concave* 'ughhhh what do i have to do to not look pregnant in this dress đŠđŤ'#and i said 'girl' and just looked at her and like the sudden horrified realisation on her face was lowkey hysterical#like omg you really did forget you're not talking to your other skinny friends with whom you can pat each other on the backs#and reassure each other that 'dw girl ur not fat at all ur so so sexy!' huh sjshsjshsjs#but yeah i dont like making people uncomfortable irl so i did reassure her she looks hot and pretty and skinny as all shit#let at least one of us have a nice evening and not feel Absolutely Fucking Disgusting ig <3#and the day before that after i saw our (last ever btw never photographing myself with them ever again <3) picture and had a mini break down#the other even skinnier and smaller and petite-er crouched down next to me with the most guilty fucking expression and quietly asked me#if im alright and do i want her to delete those pictures (that she posted on two separate social media pages) and like#the look of immense fucking pity on her was even worse than seeing those pictures#like i know she meant well and was trying to be nice but my god. this really is how you all see me huh#like looking like me would be fate worse than death for yall#not even gonna mention the thing i just learned this friday that the retired ballerina who leads our ballet classes said about me#trying to cheer up the other fat girl who happened to have a bit of an emotional breakdown in the middle of the class :)))))))#like i am sooooooo so glad and honoured to be an inspiration to you. really. always happy to help. the exemplary Fat Girl Who Fucking Sucks#But Doesnt Let It Bother Her <333333#like on one hand. yeah it really does make me wanna jump off a cliff. but on the other. its just hilarious sjdgsjsgsj#you sure are right miss ma'am. i sure don't let this bother me at all. i am famous for my uncanny ability to Not Be Bothered by all this <33#but shes new. its ok. how could she know about the last two years when i was getting panic attacks and sobbing myself to sleep every tuesday#but yeah no. [lauren cooper voice] am i bovvered? am i bovvered tho? i aint even bovvered!
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Forgotten lunch
synopsis: Nanami forgets his lunch and you being the sweet wife you are, decide to stop by Jujutsu High to bring it to him
contains: fem reader, established relationship, teasing, dirty talk, possessive!Nanami, rough sex, manhandling, squirting, oral(f!r), cum eating, office sex
note: this was a vip request from a friend :3 i hope u enjoy <3
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You awoke to a chime sounding from your phone on the nightstand, a text message from your husband, Nanami. He texted you only seconds ago, letting you know he had left for work and would be home later that night. He did this every time he left for work when you were still asleep, and every time it never failed to make you swoon. It was such a small thing, but you appreciated it nonetheless.Â
You couldn't wait for the day you transferred to work at Jujutsu High instead of the Kyoto school. The thought of getting ready every morning with Nanami and commuting to work together--maybe stopping at a coffee shop before you arrived at the school, made your heart flutter. Only two more weeks and your fantasies would become a reality.
After stretching your body and groaning dramatically, messing up the sheets in the process as you splayed your body out along the length of the bed like a starfish, you begrudgingly pulled yourself out of bed and got ready for the day. You had finished all of your assignments early the day before, meaning you had a day off. A rare occasion, but one you were extremely grateful for.
When you walked into your shared bathroom to wash your face, you were met with a small pink sticky note on your side of the bathroom, a heart, and the words 'Have a good day' written in Nanami's neat handwriting. You smiled as you looked at it before putting on your headband to keep the stray hairs out of your face as you continued with your skincare.
Once you had finished all of your morning care, and pulled on a simple, comfortable outfit, you strolled into the kitchen for breakfast, rubbing the back of your neck as you walked into the room. Immediately, you noticed Nanami's grey lunchbox sitting atop the counter. Furrowing your eyebrows, you walked up to the bag, wondering if he had forgotten his lunch, or if he had used a different bag today and this was the one he used the day prior.Â
Sure enough, when you unzipped the bag, it was full of the lunch you had prepared for him the day before, the cold leaked out into the air, feeling it on your fingertips as you looked inside, letting you know that the food inside was still good. Thank god for insulated lunch boxes. You shook your head and smiled at his mistake, it was unusual that Nanami missed something like this, he was a man severely devoted to his schedule after all.Â
You chalked it up to him being a little tired from the night before, causing his lunch to slip his mind. Because you had the day off, you might've been a little selfish the night before when you made Nanami fuck you into the sheets over and over again. Clinging onto him as you whispered into his ear 'Don't stop, give me more~' until the early hours of the night.Â
It's not like Nanami was complaining, he was just as eager as you were. You definitely could've shortened your... session a little bit for his sake though. Maybe you would've if his dick allowed you to think of anything other than how deep it was inside you. Shaking your head you snapped yourself back into the present, pushing down the growing arousal you felt between your thighs while your brain replayed the most intimate moments you spent together last night.Â
Clearing your throat, you zipped the lunch bag shut, taking it in your hand as you decided to take it to him. You had nothing to do on this day anyway, it's not like it was a hindrance to you in any way. Besides, Nanami's commute to the school was so close--a lot closer than you were to the Kyoto school.
Sitting on the floor with Nanami's lunchbox beside you, you pulled your shoes on, getting ready to leave. You checked your appearance in the mirror before you walked out the door, making sure you looked presentable before you saw your husband, ignoring the fact that Nanami had said many many times that he would find you attractive if you were in a garbage bag.Â
You were surprised Nanami hadn't texted you about his missing lunch. Maybe he still hadn't noticed, even if he did, you doubted he would ask you to bring it to him. Even though he knew you had nothing going on today, Nanami wouldn't want to inconvenience you--such a selfless man. You grabbed the handle of his lunchbox, lifting it from the floor, and with that, you were on your way.
You always loved the Jujutsu High campus. The scenery was beautiful, and the plants and flowers that decorated nicely around the buildings were so well tended to, making it look so clean and inviting. Another plus was the people. Everyone here was so sweet and welcoming, save for a certain old guitarist who appeared to be withering away in front of your eyes, and the higher-ups of course. It was seldom that you saw them though.
The students on campus loved you as well, they were all so excited when they heard from Nanami that you were transferring. You hadn't had many interactions with them, but you could tell they were good kids and respected your husband, especially a young Yuji Itadori, who seemed to almost worship the ground Nanami walked on.
You knew the way to Nanami's office with ease, you had been there many times when you got off work before him and decided to come to his work and sit in his office with him while he finished up. Strolling through the quiet halls of the teacher's offices, your eyes lit up when they landed on Nanami's, his office placed next to Gojo's, whose door was poorly decorated with flowers and hearts that looked like third graders had drawn them. It always made you smile when you saw it.Â
You knocked softly against Kento's door, not speaking as you wanted to surprise him. Before you even finished, the door was being swung open, and your eyes were met with your husband's, his reading glasses pushed atop his head, his hair being pushed back with them. You shamelessly raked your eyes over his body, god he looked good in a suit. His built stature was practically ripping through the material of his clothes, making your thoughts run rampant. You hoped he didn't catch the blush spreading across your cheeks.
"I sensed your cursed energy, what are you doing here my love?" Nanami asked. The tips of his ears were turning a light shade of pink. He was excited to see you--cute. Your hands were behind your back, hiding his lunch box from his view. He said a quiet 'come inside' before you spoke, stepping to the side as he opened his door more for you, letting you into his space.
You didn't miss the way he locked the door after he shut it, making you smile to yourself. "Forgot something, Ken?" You asked, tilting your head at him knowingly as you revealed his lunch box to him, holding it out with both hands in front of him. Nanami sighed, a small smile gracing his features as he took the lunchbox from you, taking a few steps to set in on his desk before he walked back over to you and wrapped his strong arms around your body.
"You didn't have to bring it all the way here, I would've realized at some point and gone to a cafe to get something to eat." He explained, his large hand caressing the side of your cheek. Nanami's body heat spread throughout your entire body as he held you against his chest, nuzzling your cheek instinctually against his hand. "I made your favorite, wouldn't want you to miss out. I'm not doing anything today anyways, it was nothing." You replied, tipping your face against his hand so you could press a kiss to the side of his palm.
Nanami leaned his face down toward yours, his hand sliding down to your neck as he rested it there softly. His eyes flit between your soft lips and your gentle eyes, filled with so much love for him. "Mmmm." He moaned against you as he pressed your lips together, relishing how soft you felt against him. He kissed you slowly, passionately, before he pulled back, way too soon for your liking.Â
You felt that same throbbing you felt while you were fantasizing about the night before making its appearance once more as he looked down at you with a smile, brushing the stray hairs from your face. "Well, I appreciate it, my love. Truthfully I would've been slightly disappointed when lunchtime came around and I realized I wouldn't get to eat you're cooking." Nanami said, his hands pulling away from your waist as he made his way back to his desk, sitting down in his expensive office chair.
While you mourned the loss of his hands on you, your greedy eyes took in the way his thighs bulged through his pants as he sat down, the material covering them straining to fit his muscles. Maybe you should get him some new pants... or maybe not, the sight of them was too delicious.Â
Biting your lip, you strolled over to him as he looked back down at his documents, his glasses finding their home on the bridge of his nose. "What are your plans for the day? Just relaxing or did you need to go out for something?" Nanami asked, keeping his eyes on his paperwork. His body jolted slightly before relaxing when you came up behind him and started massaging his shoulders with your smaller hands.Â
Your fingers dug into his muscles, working him over so well as you loosened the knots in his shoulders. Nanami rolled his head to the side, pressing his lips together as his eyes fell shut, relaxing against your touch. You leaned against the shell of his ear, biting the tip of his before you whispered teasingly, "I was just going to wait at home all alone in my panties till my husband came home."Â
Nanami groaned in response, his eyes cracking open as he looked to the ceiling for help before he looked back down at his document when he realized what you were trying to do. "Don't do this right now." He said sternly, trying to ignore the heat that started to bloom deep in his stomach from your words. "Do what? I'm just helping you relax. I can't do that?" You replied, playing dumb.
Nanami felt his cock stir to life in his pants. He hated that he liked it when you played coy with him. "Honey, I have a lot of work to do. Was yesterday not enough?" Kento responded, his eyes fluttering when your thumbs dug into a particularly tense spot in his shoulders. You felt your arousal grow at his mention of what the two of you did last night. "I can never get enough of you Ken~" You teased, saying his name seductively in his ear.Â
"Honey please." He begged, doing his best not to give in to you. "Gojo is just one room over, I can't do this with you right now." He said firmly, his shoulders flexing under your hands when he leaned forward to start reviewing the documents in front of him. "Hm? Why are you bringing him up? What kinds of lewd things are you thinking about in there?" You teased, tapping the top of his head with your finger.
Nanami was already fully hard in his slacks, just from a few touches and a couple of dirty words from you. Your ability to rile him up like this was truly a talent, he was absolutely whipped by you. You peeked over his shoulder when he stayed quiet, looking down at the very obvious bulge in his pants as he wrote something unintelligible on the paper, trying to look busy.Â
"Are you hard, baby? I didn't even do anything, what got you so worked up?" You giggled, biting your lip as you watched his cock twitch through his pants, the sight making your mouth water. Nanami was losing his cool, he didn't know how much more of your teasing he could take. You decided to test your luck further, sliding your hands down his shoulders your ran them over his chest, your fingers teasing his solid pecs over his shirt.Â
Nanami groaned when you raked your nails back up the expanse of his chest, they scratched over his sensitive nipples, making his cock twitch in his pants. You were about to say something overconfident and snarky, but you were cut off when Nanami stood from his chair, shoved it to the side away from his desk, and turned around to catch your slender neck in his hand.Â
"You really wanna get fucked here? Want me to pause my work because my wife is a needy slut?" He growled lowly, keeping a firm grip on your neck as he brought his face close to yours, his other hand holding your waist firmly. The sudden change in his demeanor made your head spin as you smiled at him. You were getting exactly what you wanted. "Yes please." You said selfishly, your smile growing with your arousal as you kept your lidded eyes on your handsome husband's face, plastered with frustration.
Your hands came up to grip Nanami's wrist that was holding your neck as you waited for him to make his next move. He licked his teeth before he manhandled you down on the desk, your chest crumpling any of the documents that were unfortunate enough to be sitting in front of him. He kept a large hand on the back of your neck while your hands gripped the edge of the desk.
You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and echoing in your ears from how excited you were. You tried to turn your head far enough so you could watch Nanami undo his belt when you heard the clinking of the metal as he ripped the leather from the confines of the belt loops on his pants. "What do you think you're looking at?" Kento asked harshly, squinting his eyes at you as he hastily unzipped his pants to release his cock from the too-tight confines of his work pants.
"Your cock." You said boldly, your eyes locking onto the appendage as he pulled it out from his boxers, keeping his pants on but lower on his hips so his cock had enough space to get out. Nanami wrapped his hand around his dick, the tip already dripping pre-cum onto the floor from how worked up he was.Â
"You want this as bad as I do, don't you Ken?" You asked, wiggling your ass at him. You really weren't planning on jumping on Nanami like this when you decided to bring his lunch to him, but a single quick one over of his impressive frame in his work clothes managed to change that. "Shut up." He growled back, releasing his cock after he gave it a few strokes to pull down the casual pants you wore, panties and all, exposing your dripping cunt to the room.
"If you wanna pretend you're all angry with me you can, I like when you get rough." You teased, feeling a new wave of arousal wash over you when he exposed your cunt to the room. You watched from your peripheral as his eyes took in your soaked cunt, his thumb spreading open your folds to his greedy eyes. "And what makes you think I'm pretending, hm?" Nanami spat, the vein in his forehead popping out at your teasing.Â
He slid his thumb down to your clit, rubbing slow teasing circles over it, effectively shutting you up. The hand he had on the back of your neck tightened against you as he watched your jaw drop in a small o, your eyes fluttering back in your head. "So fucking easy, all I gotta do is touch your clit a little and you behave," Nanami said, his cock dripping pre-cum against your ass as he throbbed watching your face contort from your pleasure.
"'M n-not easy." You tried to spit back. Nanami was right though, the second he gave you any sort of attention, you were a good girl. He knew just how to calm you down. "No?" He asked, rubbing his thumb faster against your clit. "Look at yourself." He said, his fingers on your neck emphasizing his words with a squeeze to your pulse point.
You tried to press your thighs together as he rubbed your clit, but Nanami was having none of that. His larger thigh knocked your knees apart, keeping you spread open for him so he had full access to your pretty pussy. "You're gonna be quiet when I fuck you. Not gonna make a fucking sound." Nanami instructed, not giving you an option.Â
You nodded, agreeing to his words--but honestly, you would say anything he wanted you to if it meant he gave you his cock. You whined at the loss of his thumb against your pussy, but the feeling was soon replaced by the fat head of his cock, rubbing up and down your folds, mixing his precum with your juices, making sure his cock was nice and wet before he fucked you.
"Let me know you heard me, tell me you're going to be quiet," Nanami repeated, catching his head against your entrance and pressing against it teasingly before he pulled back, making you whine. "Yes, yes Ken I'll be quiet, just-, please." You begged, trying to push your ass back against him so he would give you his dick already.
"Please what?" He asked. You didn't miss the teasing tone his voice took, it was his turn to play with you now. "Y-your cock, give me your cock pleasee~" You whined, pouting against his desk as you tried to look back at him through your blurry peripheral. Nanami released the back of your neck to grab both of your wrists in his one large hand, keeping them restrained against your lower back. "So easy." He repeated, referencing his words earlier as he slowly slid his cock into your cunt.
Your jaw fell open agaisnt the wood of his desk before a loud moan slipped from your lips. Nanami wasted no time in wrapping a hand under your face and pressing his hand against your mouth, his back lying flush against yours as he crushed you with his weight, his hand restraining your wrists being crushed between your bodies, his mouth right against your ear as he spoke, "Be fucking quiet." He groaned, keeping his voice semi-quiet as he spoke.
"Two inches of my cock inside you and you break your promise?" He whispered, thrusting the rest of his cock inside you, a muffled moan resounding against Nanami's hand. "I wasn't fucking kidding. Gojo is right on the other side of that wall and you just moaned like a slut for everyone to hear." He growled, slowly humping his hips against your ass.Â
You let out soft moans against his hand, your eyes rolling back in your head each time his fat tip brushed against your sweet spot deep inside you. "You're my fucking wife. No one else gets to hear how you cry for me when I fuck you, got that?" He whispered, his deep voice in your ear sending goosebumps down your spine. You loved when Nanami got possessive, it made you feel so fucking hot all over.
You nodded against the desk, your pussy squeezing tightly around his cock as he fucked you open for him. He kept his weight against your back as he fucked you, his balls slapping against your thighs making lewd noises to echo around his office. He was too worried about your moans, he should've been more concerned with that. Anyone who walked by his room would easily be able to tell what was going on from the slapping alone, whether or not you were making any sound.
You did your best to keep your moans quiet as he pressed his hand against your mouth, but it was proving to be so fucking hard. It was rare that you and Nanami got intimate at any place other than your home, so you weren't used to having to be quiet. It wasn't like you had much of a choice either. Nanami was fucking you so hard, he was practically punching the sounds out of your body.
His cock was touching all the right places inside you, making you see stars behind your eyelids. "God your pussy is squeezing me so tight." Nanami groaned, his head burring in the crook of your neck as he whispered the words, his hot breath tickling your skin. "M-mmmm" You moaned into his hand, your ass wiggling back against him as you tried to escape the intense pleasure he was giving you--or were you trying to get more? You couldn't remember, he was fucking you dumb.
"What's wrong? Too much?" Nanami asked, faux sympathy laced in his voice. He sped up the pace of his hips against you, the slapping echoing louder in the room as he abused your g-spot with his cockhead. You could only whine against his hand, unsure what you would've said if he wasn't covering your mouth. "That's too bad. You wanted this, so you're going to fucking take it." He growled.
You whined, your legs shaking from the intense pleasure flooding your body. Nanami's balls were slapping harshly against your clit, making your brain turn to mush as he fucked you so deep. "Shhhhh." He reminded when you started to get a little too cockdrunk, forgetting where you were. His hand could only do so much in keeping your moans down, he needed you to help him out a bit. "Be quiet baby, do this one thing for me, c'mon." He urged.
You wanted to laugh. How could he say that, then somehow fuck his cock deeper inside you? Fucking tease, he knew what he was doing. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm build up inside you. All the stimulation was too much. Your hands started to go numb from how hard Nanami was gripping your wrists combined with his body weight crushing them. That was another thing--his body weight.
He was effectively suffocating you but in the best way. Each time his cock slid inside you, it punched the air from your lungs, and with how much he was laying on you, it was making it very hard to recover from his thrusts and take in a breath. It felt like he was choking you, but ten times more intense, and you loved it.
You think that's why your orgasm came on so quickly. The anticipation combined with how deep he was pounding into you was going to make you cum--and hard, all over his cock. "You got tighter...are you close? Hm? Gonna cum all over my dick right now?" He asked against your air, his deep voice only adding fuel to the fire as his soft lips sucked the lobe of your ear into his mouth, his teeth slightly pulling on it.
You nodded, your moans increasing in frequency but the volume stayed the same, you didn't want to anger Kento more than you already had. "Good, do it. Cum all over my cock, pretty girl, c'mon." He cooed into your ear, his own dick twitching inside you with his impending release as he kept the same pace up, working you higher and higher to your orgasm.
Your shins crossed over one another with the sheer intensity of the pleasure you were feeling. Your eyes screwed shut and your mouth fell open against his palm as it opened in a silent scream. "Yeah, that's it- oh fuckkkk, atta girl, good fucking girlll." Nanami groaned as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your moans sounded shaky as the rest of your body jolted as it was wracked with your high.
Nanami didn't have to look to know you had just squirted all over his cock, and undoubtedly all over his pants. "Gonna cum inside you, that's what you want right? Wanna feel me deep inside you?" He babbled against your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy and stuttered the closer her got to the edge. He released the hand he had on your mouth so you could speak, he needed to hear you beg for him.
"Y-ess Ken c-cum inside me pleaseee~" You whined, your moans coming out slurred and choppy as he fucked you through the aftershocks of your high, slightly overstimulating you as he used your cunt to get him off. "O-okay okay- fuck c-cumming-" Nanami's hips stilled against your ass as his cock twitched inside you with every rope of cum he shot deep inside. His balls clenched with his cock as he released all of his seed inside you, groaning loudly against your ear--so much for being quiet.
"Oh fuck- there's s-so much." You whined back, keeping your thighs pressed together as he rolled his hips against you, letting your walls milk him entirely before he stopped moving. "God... fuck..." Nanami huffed as he came down from his high, his body crushing yours even more as he relaxed against you from such an intense orgasm.
He was still deep inside you and he could already feel how his seed was spilling out around his dick from how much he had given you. "K-ken... can't... breathe..." You whispered against the desk, your cheek being squished into the wood. Nanami quickly sat up, standing his full weight on shaky legs. "Sorry honey, that really took a lot out of me." Nanami groaned as he slowly pulled his spent cock out of your tight walls.
You hissed in overstimulation as he slid out of you. Your walls clenched around him in instinct, making him wince as your pussy hugged his tip before he slid it fully out of you. He reached over your body to grab the tissues on the side of his desk, grabbing a couple as he wiped his cock clean before tucking it back in his pants.
You layed still against the desk for a couple of seconds before you tried to push yourself up. You were quickly stopped by your husband, who pressed his hand against your lower back, keeping you on his desk. "Don't move." He instructed, to which you obeyed, blushing as you laid still against the wooden desk, your body still shaking and twitching from your orgasm.
You looked around the room as you waited for Nanami to do something. Your body jolted when you felt his tongue lap at your used cunt, his large hands gripping the fat of your ass as he spread you apart so he could clean you better with his tongue. You slapped your own hand over your mouth as he ate his cum out of you, making you whine in oversensitivity.
"K-kento!" You whined through your fingers, your free hand shooting back to rake through his sweaty hair, your head tipping to the side so you could make eye contact with his lidded eyes as he licked through your folds, cleaning you up. Nanami moaned in response, shaking his head against you so he could get his face deeper, tasting your combined essence on his tongue.
You blushed at his antics, moaning softly agaisnt your hand before he pulled away, standing as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking down at you innocently. "How's your cum taste?" You teased, smirking at him with a flushed face. He smirked back before he lifted your tired body and placed you on his lap, facing him, as he sat down on his office chair.
You adjusted your pants on top of him, covering your cunt with your pants and panties once more before he gripped your chin and leaned forward. You leaned into the kiss, your lips slotting together with his as he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you slowly. You tasted the familiar bitterness of his cum on your tongue, mixed with something else you could only assume was yourself.Â
He pulled away from the kiss after a few seconds, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you together as you gazed at him with a slightly slack jaw. "You tell me, how do I taste?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over your lip before he dropped both hands to your thighs, rubbing the skin there soothingly.Â
You blushed at how bold he was being, oh how the tables turned. You pouted at him as he smirked, rubbing his hands along the soft material of your pants. "Any chance this was premeditated and you brought an extra pair of pants for me?" Nanami asked, looking down at the very obvious wet spots on his crotch and thighs from where you squirted on him.
"Was that- did I do that?" You asked, looking down at the mess and blushing furiously. You don't know how you were only noticing it now, it was a massive dark patch, really. "Yes baby, you did that," Kento responded, nodding. You looked around the room for anything that could be suitable pants or at least something he could use to cover himself when he left for the day.
After your eyes found nothing, of course, because you were in Nanami Kento's office, the very organized man who only brought with him what was necessary--you looked back to him before speaking, "You uh... you wanna wear my pants?"Â
It was the thought that mattered.
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Lazy, exhausted, almost two in the morning, running on fumes kisses with Toji. You're tangled up in each other, pressing kisses all over each other's faces and necks, avoiding connecting your lips because when you do, you both forget to pause to breathe due to how tired you are.
"Go to sleeep," he drawls into your softly marked neck, biting the delicate skin after.
You let out a hushed giggle. "No, I think you should go to sleep," you push back, running your fingers through the soft hair that meets the nape of his neck.
"You're delirious from how tired you are, doll. How 'bout you go to sleep?"
This can go back and forth for as long as necessary because neither of you has anything to do later in the day, so you can sleep in as long as you want.
"I'm delirious?" You ask, displaying a playful expression of disbelief.
"Mhm, that's right. You're delirious," Toji responds, smugly.
"Not you? The one who just bit me, like you're starting to see me as food, from how tired you are?"
"Mmm... you're a whole meal, mama. I eat you all the time." He chuckles, a free flowing, deep sound against your neck.
"And now you're a delirious perv. Great."
His lips go to your ear. "You make me this way, doll. You make so many nasty thoughts of you run through my head, all the time."
"Shuuuut up. Shut. Up."
Toji grins like a fiend at your flustered, blurted words, but ultimately decides to stop teasing you, so you both can get to sleep.
"Alright, alright, let's both shut up," he says, pulling you into him. He envelops you and smushes your face into his chest, allowing the room to finally still entirely. The silence doesn't last longer than ten seconds, because of you. A loud snicker cuts the quietness and you squirm out of Toji's hold.
"What now?" He asks, eyeing you with a small grin. You're really something.
"Sorry, I-" you pause to laugh. "I don't know. The silence cracked me up."
"See, if anyone's delirious, it's you. Over here laughing over nothing, like a crazy person." You quiet down again, and try your hardest not to laugh at Toji's playful chiding. "There you go, baby. Shh..."
"Shh..." you mimic, a laugh following.
Out of nowhere, you're scooped up in Toji's arms and laid down flat on his body, your abdomen pressed to the upper part of his.
"Do that again. I dare you."
You've never been one to back down from his challenges, so you do exactly as told.
"Shh..." you hush again, your finger going to his lips, this time.
"Uh-uh. Try again." He nips at your finger, earning a bubbly giggle from you when you quickly pull it away before he can bite it.
"Shh...?" You repeat, with a questioning tone, a hand cupped over his mouth, this time.
Toji shakes his head, not missing out on the chance to run his tongue over your palm. You gasp, and pull your hand off his mouth and he tugs on the front of your shirt, pulling you closer to him. You giggle at the close proximity, receiving a smirk from him in return.
"Shh..." he hushes you once more, as he pulls you in for a kiss. He releases the now somewhat loosened collar of your shirt, and slides his hands up the back of your shirt, allowing them to roam your warm skin. He expects to feel the hooks of your bra any second now, but they're never felt, so his hands are able to smoothly continue up towards your shoulder blades and press your body closer to his.
You both clearly haven't learned that you'll be gasping for air when you separate, because there you are, brushing lips continuously like you're racing to see who can start the next kiss first. Like your lips being connected is what keeps you breathing and not the opposite.
The sounds of mutual short, rapid breaths fill your ears, still, neither of you makes any effort to pull away. Your lungs are starting to burn, but it's nothing compared to the heat you feel from Toji's kisses. His fingertips are gentle on your skin, gliding over your upper back and prodding at the length of your spine.
"Fuck, Toji-"
"Mm-mm, come here," he says, against your lips, not wanting to separate from you just to get those measly words out. You can only handle a few more seconds, before you finally have to be the one to break the kiss.
"Okay, o-," you say, pulling back with a final smack of your lips and a breathy laugh. "You win."
"Yeah?" Toji asks, his voice breathy, but not as breathy as yours. "Well, I choose your lips as my prize, so get back here."
You giggle when he pulls his hands out of your shirt and manually brings you close again. Your lips connect and you repeat the long process of kissing each other senseless. You're both so kiss drunk, practically trying to inhale each other with every lengthy lip lock. It's a fire sale of affection, going on until one of you is rendered too tired to kiss the other back. Toji is taking all he can get because he knows your lung capacity isn't as strong as his, so when he hears those shuddered breaths coming from you, he knows he has to be faster and take more, before things wrap up.
You can barely keep up, still fighting to regain your breath from the last round of kisses. Once you realize that it's futile to try and match his pace, you stop and choke out another laugh. Toji's arms are tightly wrapped around you, his kisses now being pressed to the rest of your face, while you giggle at the overload of affection. You put your index and middle fingers up to his lips, snickering as you try to hold it together.
"Sh-Shh..." you hush, the sound cut off multiple times by bursts of your laughter. Toji smirks and kisses your fingertips once.
"You're unbearable," he teases, loving the glimmer that remains in your eyes when you look at him.
You retract your fingers from his lips, your smile lingering from your fit of giggles. "You're barely tolerable," you bite back.
"You're sleep deprived," he adds.
"You're sleep deprived," you respond, using his own words against him.
"You're addicting." His reason for being awake this late with you.
"I love you." Your reason for being awake this late with him.
There's a twinkle in those dark, green eyes of his, similar to the brilliance that appears in them when he comes home to you after being away on a mission for days. "What? You know this, already." Your stomach swarms with butterflies when you become all too aware of how he's looking at you with stars in his eyes, as if you've withheld these words from him for too long.
"Yeah," Toji says, like he's entranced by the sound of your voice. It's soft, as if anyone else could hear you and him outside of the room. "I like the way you say it." Your words disperse warmth throughout his entire body. They give him a feeling similar to that of when you hold him close, lovingly and protectively. "Come on. Say it, again."
You're nervous. This has never been an issue, since you tell Toji you love him all the time. You feel like you're being put on the spot, like you're being asked to perform for him. He's under you, watching you so intently, patiently waiting for you to cave into his need to hear you repeat those words.
"Say it, again. For me?"
Some believe that the significance of the phrase 'I love you' loses its value if repeated too often, and if that truly is the case, the meaning has long faded between you and Toji. They are now just three simple words that you say every day, between morning and nighttime. Three words that you say to each other before leaving for work and after a good or bad day. Three words that you say to each other before concluding a call when either of you is at the grocery store alone or when you make up after an argument. Three words that stir feelings ranging from playful to genuine doubt, if not reciprocated in seconds.
"I love you."
"Hm?" He heard you.
"I love you."
"What?" He heard you that time as well.
"I love you."
"Huh?" He heard you just as clearly as the times before.
"Toji."
"Good. Now, put it all together."
You sigh, with false irritation, and roll your eyes. "I love you, Toji." A smile curls onto your lips. "There. Happy?"
"I could kiss you," he says, with his own devilish, little grin.
"Stop," you groan. "You're insatiable and you know I won't say no," you say, positioning yourself comfortably on him for some much needed sleep.
"You can't blame me for loving your kisses." Toji brings the blanket over your bodies, letting it come up to the middle of your back. His arms rest above the thick cover, on your upper back. "It's hard to stop. You're just so soft and sweet, mama."
"We can kiss for soooo long, later today, but in order to do that we need to sleep now or we'll be sleeping all day, instead."
"Fine, then," Toji grumbles, tightening his arms around you. "Go to sleep, but if I wake up before you, i'm gonna do a wake up attack on you, and you can't be all grumpy about it."
"Wait, wha-"
You lift your head to see if he's joking, only for his hand to guide it back down to chest.
"Shh... Love you. Goodnight."
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Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 2] - G.S.Â
Synopsis. âBesides, Toru, just because it worked for you doesnât mean itâll work for me.â âWanna bet?â For Satoru, convincing you to take the aphrodisiac chocolate too wasnât the hard part - the hard part was being shoved into that bathroom stall, cock throbbing, mind spinning - trying not to beg for mercy.Â
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, slight femdom, overstimulation (male), lots of cum, you absolutely ruin Satoru, semi-public sex, subby! Satoru, aphrodisiac sex, multiple rounds, shutting up Gojo Satoru by making him cum in his pants, pet names (darling, my girl), swearing.
Word count. 3.7k
A/N. Can be read as a standalone, but PART 1 HERE.
Bros this was mad hard to write oml. Art by @_3aem on X.
Satoru had everything he needed to absolutely ruin you tonight.
Overpriced Cartier glasses? Check.
Jet-black Hellcat freshened up, ready with a little surprise for you inside? Check.
You, all dolled up and brows furrowed adorably at him? Holy shit, check.
âToru, if weâve missed our reservation because you had beef with the neighborhood cat againâŚâ
âHe was looking at you wrong! I had to defend your honor!â Dramatic protests falling on deaf ears, Satoru speeds through the darkening city streets, still grumbling under his breath about âcats these daysâ.
With your fiancĂŠ being absolutely swamped with missions recently, youâd been anticipating this night for weeks now.
Little did you know, Satoru had just as much - if not more.
Soon enough, the neon lights of that upscale, new restaurant youâd been absolutely dying to visit recently come into view.Â
Okay, itâs time.Â
âYâknowâŚâ he begins, glancing at you with that familiar mirthful glint in his eyes. Laughter bubbling to his throat at your knowing stare, he plows on âRemember that one night where I just so happened to come across your special chocolate?â
âYou mean swiped from my secret stash?â
âSemanticsâ he waves off. âBut anyway, I was thinkingâŚâ he voice trails off mischievously as he swiftly turns to grab the mysterious black bag sitting on the backseat that youâd been eyeing suspiciously ever since you got in the car.
Oh shit, so thatâs what he was onto. Eyes widening, âToru, no.â
He whines, a pout forming on his lips. âCâmonnn, no oneâs gonna know except me. I want to make this night unforgettable, my girl.â
You raise a brow, âUnforgettable? Toru, your idea of unforgettable will end up with both of us arrested.â Â After the madness of last time, youâd ignored his sticky note for a reason!
Letting out an exasperated sigh, you try to justify - probably to yourself just as much as Satoru, âAnd just because the aphrodisiac worked for you doesnât mean itâll work for me.â
He wiggles his eyebrows, twinkling eyes still undeterred. âWanna bet? Iâll do the dishes for all of next month. Weâll never know till we find out, darling.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at the hand already snaking its way inside the bag, faded finger marks from last time still searing into your skin. Catching Satoruâs gaze - behind the amusement, something else shines darkly.Â
Shit.
Goosebumps erupt down your spine.Â
A beat passes. One. Two. Only the revving of the engine filling the tense air.Â
â...two months.âÂ
Itâs all Satoru can do to not jump in joy in his seat right now - knowing his girl, youâll probably take back what you said and immediately bonk him on the head for being so ridiculous.Â
âDeal.â he mutters lowly, pulling up to the driveway.
 A flash of hot pink. In the short time it takes the valet to reach your car, Satoru has already split that too-familiar chocolate, holding out the bigger part to you, eyes gleaming with excitement. âI swear thisâll be a night you wonât forget.â he grins, biting into the chocolate.Â
God, he was going to be the death of you.Â
The decadent flavor washes over your tongue, a slight tingling on your tastebuds. But, itâs still just chocolate, right? You scoff - at least you wonât have to do the dishes for two months.
Now, Satoru knows he wonât have to do the dishes for two months.Â
Ah, how heavenly youâd be, splayed out and begging for mercy underneath him. Heels clacking against the polished tile and your hand warm in his as the maĂŽtre dâhĂ´tel ushers you both inside, dick twitching in anticipation. Shit, was the chocolate working already?
He risks a glance at how youâre faring - nope, still normal. Thatâs okay, heâll be driving you crazy in no time.
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Okay, maybe he wonât be driving you crazy in no time.Â
How dare you sit there so gorgeous and unbothered, sipping slowly on your wine while heâs here mind whirling around how heâll fuck you right here right now on this table without getting arrested for public indecency.
Fuck, it was hitting him hard.
Cock aching, heat rushing to his cheeks, eyes bleary - he sighs in frustration, resigning himself to do the dishes for two months.
Why did he even think of this? Damn his big fucking ego, he shouldâve never taken that chocolate again. Maybe if he eats you out just right he could lower it to-
A feathery touch on his thigh. Too light for any sort of friction - just enough to set his skin ablaze. So deft that Satoru thinks he mustâve imagined it.
Until there it is again. Soft caress dancing delicately up his thigh.Â
You.
A shiver creeps down his spine, blood rushing straight to his dick. Probably for the first time in his life, Satoru is speechless - maybe because youâve reached underneath the table, teasingly sliding a heel along the top of his thigh.
ââŚdarlingâŚâ
âHmm?â
He blinks away the haze in his eyes, raising them to meet yours. âWha-â
Oh. Oh, fuck.
What has he gotten himself into?
Eyes half-lidded, brows furrowed, and looking into his soul with a predatory glint that jolts the great Gojo Satoru right to his very core - and to his throbbing cock. Heâd be lucky to make it out alive. Maybe he should just beg for his life right now.
Minutes tick by - or maybe it was seconds - Satoru is clueless. Mind only focused on the heel inching closer and closer, dangerously near to where he needed you the most. A smug smirk curls your pretty lips as his mouth drops into a soft oh.
The air crackles with an unspoken tension - his hips trying to subtly move you towards the erection furiously straining against his pants. He needed it so bad. Itâs fucking pathetic, he knows. But he couldnât give less of a fuck as your sole grazes his aching head. Pressing down. Hard.
âFuck!â
Stomach flipping - before Satoru could fully process what the fuck was happening - he cums embarrassingly in thick spurts that pool on his pants, soaking right through the fabric, probably smearing on your new heels.
Head spinning, he bites his knuckles hard enough to draw blood, muffling the desperate moans threatening to escape his lips.Â
He grinds his hips in shallow, mindless motions in a desperate attempt for more friction.
Instead, he gets the opposite.
âBehave, Toru.â you warn, swiftly resting your heel back on the floor, voice strained with something that makes his sensitive dick quiver animalistically.Â
You huff out a chuckle at the almost-inaudible whimper of disappointment that rips from his throat. Itâs laughable, really, he was supposed to be the one ruining you. This was so not fucking suave.
Face burning - whether due to the chocolate or embarrassment at the warm patch on his pants, he doesnât even know - Satoru wishes the Earth would swallow him up whole. Would it be overkill to just teleport outta here?
The only thing that snaps Satoru out of his little reverie is your pretty lips forming into a tut. âNow now, Toru. Itâs rude to make a mess at a restaurant. Why donât we go to the restrooms and get you cleaned up, hm?â
Oh. Shit.Â
A firm grip on his arm, his hands desperately covering his crotch.Â
He was not going to make it out of this alive.Â
Honestly, it wasnât hard to bribe the waitress into letting you follow into the restroom after your fiancĂŠ - and put up an Out of Order sign promptly afterward. The actual hard part was trying not to rip off his clothes and give into your desires before you two even made it there. But you couldnât let anyone else see him like that, of course.Â
You were sure that if you had Satoruâs powers then you wouldâve hollow purpled everyone here and taken him already.
You were going to ruin him.
Mind running a mile a minute, Satoru wouldnât even be surprised if heâd just teleported to the restroom. If he was in a better state of mind he mightâve even admired the decor.
âMy girl.â he breathes out, voice ragged. Itâs all that is said before your lips are on his.Â
It was like a fever dream - the bruising urgency of your lips, your aching pussy, and the heat of the stall as your quickened breaths mingle in a desperate dance. Your tongue intertwining with his.Â
Manicured nails ripping his shirt open, you donât have half the mind to register the designer buttons hitting the floor.
Satoruâs lips hazily chase yours as you pull away delicate strings of spit snapping just as quickly as your sanity.Â
Your mouth waters at Satoruâs chest in all its chiseled glory, creamy skin peeking out from whatever remnants of the shirt were clinging to his sculpted shoulders. You wanted to ruin him.
âYou dirtied my heels, Toru.â you frown, mockingly innocent. A choked-up gasp leaves his throat as you snake a hand down to firmly grip the erection straining against Satoruâs wet pants. Unmoving. âWhat shall we do about that, hmm?âÂ
âAh! Please, my girl.â
âPlease what? Use your words, Toru.â
âPlease. Wanna cum so bad.â
Satoru learned the hard way that he could never turn back after uttering those words.Â
Though, he already had an inkling once you immediately slam him against the stall door, fumbling with his belt, nails digging hard into his prominent v-line. âIf you say so, Toru. Better not stop till youâre shooting blanks.â
The only thing that registers in his mind is the deadbolt echoing throughout the empty bathroom and his still-rock hard cock throbbing in your hands.Â
âAh- hah! Fuck.â low groans leave his throat at each jerky movement down his length.Â
Head thrown back, pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, your tits pressing against his body as your hands urgently move along his veined length - up, up, up.Â
Your thumb harshly teases his flushed head, spreading the precum from his leaking tip lewdly. âOh God.â
His knees buckle, hands slamming against the top of the stall hard enough to make the walls tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing. Mind spinning, he doesnât even know if heâs on planet Earth anymore.
âToru~ Gonna let me join in on the fun?â your dangerous purr sends his cock twitching, breath hot against his ear.
Your cunt quivers, slick soaking your panties and trailing down your legs at the pornographic moans spilling from his lips as you fucked his thick cock with your fist. You wanted him so badly it was driving you insane.
Straddling a muscled thigh, your clothed core meets the fabric of his pants. It was already ruined, so what was another stain?
You grind your hips down on him, hard. Humping him like an animal in heat.Â
Your slick seeping into the fabric of his leg. Harsh texture stimulating your needy cunt so painfully good. Swollen folds parting, mewls of pleasure leave your swollen lips as your clit catches on the rough fabric of his overly expensive pants. Over and over.Â
Distantly, you register a strong hand tugging roughly on the thin fabric of your panties - easily ripping it and letting it fall to god-knows-where.Â
Your hand doesnât let up either, milking Satoruâs cock mercilessly the way youâd been dying to ever since you stepped foot into his restaurant. Your head spins, hips moving so animalistically on Satoruâs thigh.
A hand reaches down to sensually massage his heavy balls, squeezing and pressing hard circles - just the way you knew he liked it.Â
âOh, my girl. Always so good tâme- Ah! Hngh, gonna-âÂ
Satoru doesnât get to finish his sentence before heâs pumping hot ropes of seed that decorate your pretty hands. Hips fucking up into you desperately.
Youâre not far behind, juices squirting all over that expensive fabric, pooling on the tiled ground with a drip! drip! drip! that bounces off the walls of the restroom.
You two were so fucking loud.Â
But right now, you wouldnât even mind if anyone walked in to see your Satoru so debauched - as long as they see you fucking the soul out of him as well.Â
It wasnât enough.
âYou said you wanted to cum, didnât you, Toru?â
A shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his dick. âWhat? W-wait, darling. Fuck- Oh!â the strained words tumble out of Satoruâs kiss-bitten lips as you push down his soaked pants, kneeling to leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to his twitching, thick base.Â
âI wonât be merciful, Toru.â
Ah, you could do this forever.
Nipping teasingly till youâre satisfied with the bite marks decorating his pelvis, you pool the saliva in your mouth, spitting a long stream into his furiously flushed head.
Once. Twice. Mixing enticingly with his precum, trailing down his length. âAh! Hngh- oh, darling. So sensitive-â he bucks his hips into you, moaning loudly.
âYou can do it fâme, Toru.â you murmur darkly against his twitching tip. Satoru keens as you take him until his fat head hits the back of your throat, pulsing around your warm mouth.
Your fiancĂŠâs choking on his breaths more than you as you hollow your mouth, bobbing up and down at a ruthless pace. Gagging, you shove his throbbing dick all the way in with a desperation that eclipses the need for air, till youâre nose-deep in those tufts of snowy hair.Â
âOh, darling. Jusâ like that. Losing mâmind.â he whines.
Your pussy quivers at Satoruâs slightly salty taste, making you moan around his rock-hard length. Drool and precum dribble down the corner of your mouth, mixing with the mascara running down your cheeks. It was debauched. It was messy. And it was exactly how you wanted him.Â
Tonguing Satoruâs sensitive slit in a delicate dance, you feel drunk off his sinful moans as you suck on him desperately. Breathless. Craving for more.Â
Looking up to see a delicate streak of tears falling down his pretty face at the overstimulation, your cunt clenches around nothing. Fuck, you could just devour him.
âCum, Toru.â
It was too much for him-Â
Tight balls twitching sensitively, he cums onto your ready tongue. Fucked out whimpers leave his lips, tears clinging to his long, white lashes as he paints your pretty mouth with his thick, white seed.
Ah, he was always your favorite taste. Tasted so good - so good that you could cum untouched.Â
And you do.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head and pussy clamping down on nothing as you reach your high.
You milk his cock ruthlessly, relishing in the thick cum flowing down your throat. But it still wasnât enough.
Removing yourself off his dick with a lewd pop! you reach a hand to grab Satoruâs flushed throat, nails placed right over his thundering pulse. With a single tug, the great Gojo Satoru is on his knees before you, in the bathroom of some fancy restaurant.Â
Walls still quivering, you stand over him, connecting your sweaty forehead - and your mouth - with his.Â
Kiss-bitten and smeared with your lipstick, Satoruâs lips are soft - or maybe thatâs the cum coating yours. A part of you delights in his half-lidded, fucked out gaze as your eyes bore into his - does he even know what heâs doing anymore?Â
Hot seed flowing down his throat, Satoru can do nothing else but kneel there and take it. He feels lightheaded, all the blood in his brain rushing to his cock as you suck on his tongue. This was driving him insane. You were insane.
And he fucking loved it.
âYou d-drive me insane, my girl.â his words muffled by your hand still around his throat. His voice cracks with sensitivity in a way he would definitely be embarrassed about if he were in the right mind.Â
Yet, how could he ever be with the slow, feral smile that spread across your beautiful face?
Leaning down, you whisper lowly against his ear. âIâm the same, Toru.âÂ
Maybe itâs your words, and the hot breath that sends shivers down his spine. Or maybe itâs the way you lift your dress so alluringly - cunt dripping on full display, slick trailing down your legs.Â
All Satoru knows is, heâs surging forwards. Heâs got your front pressed against the cold wall, cock twitching to life and bullying its way through your swollen folds.Â
Mindlessly, a strong hand smacks against the stall as Satoru tries to keep himself steady. Too drunk off of you - off of your whimpers of his name, and the feeling of your plush walls clamping down on his throbbing erection, struggling to accommodate his size despite being so dripping wet.Â
He doesnât give a fuck.Â
âHngh- Sâtight. Oh, fuck! S-sucking my cock back hah- in s-so needilyâÂ
Ramming in and out of your hole at a merciless cadence, Satoruâs balls smack your clit so animalistically. You two feel like a pair of fucking animals.Â
Shudders of overstimulation and pleasure wrack his body. Chest heaving, his blown-out eyes roll to the back of his head at the rapid, desperate thrusts inside your warm core.Â
Pulling out all the way to slam back in mercilessly, Satoru could pass out at the sight of your ass jiggling as it arches to meet the rhythm of his hips.Â
âGod, mâgirl. Gonna- gonna cum ah! Fill this pussy the way you want-â he groans raspily into the heady air of the stall, exhausted cock shooting wispy strings of cum that fill you up - some missing as he pumps into you, spilling out to paint your swollen folds white.
Before he knows it, a low hiss leaves his throat as you remove yourself off of his furiously pulsing cock - only to shove him seated on the commode.Â
You take a split-second to admire your gorgeous fiancĂŠ - face flushed as much as the prettily leaking tip of his throbbing cock, eyes dazed and miles away, curtained by his sweaty white locks. A delicate trail of drool made its way down the corner of his ruby, kiss-bitten lips. Exactly how you wanted him.
What a fucking picture. Maybe you should take that chocolate more oftenâŚ
âToru~ Remember what I said? Youâre not tapping out, are you?â you hum, eyes narrowing at the way his erection twitches so ferally at your dangerous tone.Â
âAh- donât know- Canât, please.â
You loom dangerously close, a hand reaching out to mockingly push his cheeks together, drool pooling at your fingertips. âIâve told you before, Toru. Use your words. Please what?â
âM-mercy, please!â pathetic pleas muffled by your hand.
âMercy?â
âMercy!â
âNo mercy for you, my darling Toru.â
The great Gojo Satoru, begging for mercy, will face none at your hands.Â
You straddle his muscled legs, shivering with sensitivity. âAh! Hah- Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god-â he whines nonstop as his quivering tip teases your swollen, messy folds. In one, fluid motion, you sheath him fully in your dripping cunt.
Ah, you feel so full.Â
You relish in the way he twitches instinctively inside you. Steadying yourself using Satoruâs shoulders, you drag your cunt along his length, his prominent veins grazing that one spot inside you. Pulling out till his thick head teases your entrance, you drop down - inch by inch - over and over.
Satoru thinks he could cry right now - or maybe he already is. He doesnât know, nor does he care - not when youâre so beautiful and fucked out, nails digging into his shoulders and heart eyes palpable in your gaze as you ride his sensitive cock into insanity.
He canât stop the ragged moans that escape his swollen lips, head thrown back and hips bucking up exhaustedly into you to meet your every bounce. A hand is at his throat, pulling your face to his, âDonât run away, Toru~â
He felt so raw. More a feral beast than a man as he watches his abused cock get swallowed up over and over by your wet pussy.
If he thought his dick was broken after this time then itâs really unsalvageable now.
He wanted to run away. He wanted more. He wanted you to keep looking at him with that fucking predatory gaze that made a carnal part of him twitch so good. He wanted to cum.
âI wanâ- I wanna cum, please, my girl.â Satoru gasps out, teary eyes blown and looking up at you so delicately.
âCum?â
âYes.â
âCum, Toru.â
Maybe it was the glint of fondness in your eyes, maybe it was the piercing of teeth as you bit down hard into the crook of his neck. Or maybe it was the way your snug cunt clamped down on him so sinfully as you cum as around him. But Satoru is immediately bucking up into your hips - reaching his climax, if you can even call it that. Poor, exhausted cock cumming dry. âAh- Cumming- Mâcumming hgnh-â
Satoru doesnât even know if he feels his orgasm, just waves of pleasure that overwhelm him as he rides it out on your cunt.Â
Ah, he thinks if heaven was a person then it would be you.Â
Maybe heâs died already.
âToru? Open your eyes, darling.â
Slowly opening the eyes that he didnât even realize he had furiously scrunched closed, Satoru slowly blinks his vision back.
An angel?
âNo, Toru, your fiancĂŠ.â you huff out a laugh. Oh shit, he said that out loud?Â
Head still reeling from, well, everything - the great Gojo Satoru can do nothing else but sit there, exhausted and fucked out of his mind as you slowly remove yourself off his twitching cock. Heâs never felt so vulnerable - so ruined.
Ah, someone remind him to never let you have a bite of that chocolate every again.Â
A low hiss leaves him, along with a few tears that later he swears were never there.Â
As you tenderly clean both yourselves up in the humid stall, Satoru thinks heâs never been handled with so much care. Ah, he loves your gentle hands. He loves you.
âI love you too, Toru.â you whisper into the intimate silence. Oh, shit, he said that out loud again?
Your beautiful laugh, âYes, you did, Toru.â Throwing away the used tissues, you grin âYâknow theyâve probably brought out our food by now.â
Absent-mindedly, âMhm?â
âI was thinking I wanted chocolate for dessert.â
A/N. Oh Satoru, you poor, innocent foolâŚ
Also this turned out longer than expected. Reblogs so so appreciated!
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Embarrassed?
Tom sat there staring down at his phone, typing like his life depended on it.
"if this is true I will literally trade anything to get bigger, you can make me a dumb jock, make my dick small, Ill even take being a walking joke, you can take anything you like so long as I can get huge!"
He had stumbled upon a site called "give'n'take" which was claiming that it would allow him to trade something he currently has for something he wanted. He had seen claims from guys claiming to of turned into their dream self over night by giving up something that they never really liked about themselves anyway.
But it was Hard for Tom to pick something he wanted to give up, he had almost won the genetic lottery in his eyes. A fat nine inches down stairs, 6.5ft tall, a good amount of body hair, not enough to be annoying but enough to drive guys wild. Everything had made him a walking stud that oozed confidence with every step. All but one thing that is. Tom had loved bodybuilding ever since he could remember, he loved the look of huge guys and he loved the idea of being one, but on his 23rd birthday he looked in the mirror and saw after years of work he looked nothing like a bodybuilder. sure he had some size but there was no real mass. He just looked like a guy who played sport on the weekend. He wanted to be so much bigger. He got hard imagining himself being the guy who had to turn sideways to get through a door or who rocked up to a house party in gym shorts and an XXL stringer tank top that clung to him like it was about to snap. Unfortunately his height was against him, his long muscle fibers took ages to develop and when they did it was so evenly spread out it didn't look like he had done anything at all.
He'd do anything to be bigger, he'd be happy with anything taken away so long as he was huge. So he left the choice up to the people behind the screen.
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The next morning Tom woke up and instantly felt strange, he felt off balance some how like his body had gone up 30 pounds over night and when he got up and looked in the mirror he realised...it had.
"HOLY SHIT" Tom yelled out into his empty apartment.
His body had beefed up and become more defined without any more work. He couldn't worship himself for long though as he instantly began investigating to see what had been taken, but it didn't appear like anything was missing at all.
He was still packing, he hadn't shrunk in fact he might of even gained an inch or two and he didn't have any issues remembering anything from his engineering degree or any day to day stuff. The thought crossed his mind that maybe they had forgotten to take something, or maybe because he wanted to be big so badly they cut him a break.
Tom's worries melted away as he smiled and flexed his newly enhanced biceps.
"mmm, not as huge as I was hoping for but I'll keep working on it"
Tom picked up his gym bag and decided to head out to see what his new size could do, and to stick to the habit, he didn't want all this new size to make him forget to work out and end up losing it all in a few months.
Tom arrived at the gym and changed into his workout gear but he looked and felt different was he...bigger? nah, he thought to himself, its just him getting used to being this big although as he stared at his new size in his reflection a new thought entered his mind.
"Maybe this tank top is too tight...I probably shouldn't be such a show off and buy some looser clothes to cover up"
He shook his head and decided to think about it when he got home, right now he just wanted to see how strong he had gotten.
As Tom worked out something weird was happening, he knew how to exhaust his muscle, he new how to overload the weight and really make it feel like work but as he added weight with each set it felt just as easy as the last.
He'd occasionally see his reflection in the mirror wall and he looked like he was getting even bigger, and his tank top felt even tighter than before. Surely it was just the pump he thought to himself as he continued to lift and push his body.
He sat down at the cable row and put the pin almost at the bottom of all the plates, surely this would be a struggle for him. Tom leant back and pulled when suddenly.
Cutcshhhhhhh!
the sound of ripping fabric rung out in his ear as he felt the shoulder strap snap and felt the fabric split across his back.
"aw shit" Tom said as he stood up and took of his shirt.
Immediately he saw his reflection in the mirror, he looked huge. His muscles bulging he couldn't help but pull his gym shorts up and flex, this is what he wanted to be an absolute tank...
but, everyone probably thought he was a dickhead flexing outside of the changing room, he thought to himself. He started to wonder if he was that guy now, the guy who'd workout shirtless and annoy everyone in the gym.
He noticed a few dudes looking at him like they were waiting to get on the machine. His face turned a slight pink on his cheeks and he was flushed with embarrassment.
"oh s-sorry" Tom stuttered as he quickly tried to move out the way
Originally he thought he'd just move on to the next exercise but he realised he was shirtless and bolted for the changing room. Once inside he gazed at his reflection again.
"maybe...I shoulda asked to be just a little smaller, fuck now I gotta walk outta here shirtless"
Tom couldn't get a grip and didn't no what had come over him. He had never felt a shred of embarrassment in his life but now he was worried what people would think about him being shirtless in the gym.
The changing room was empty and Tom took the time for a few more poses before he was gonna make a run for the exit. He flexed his arms as hard as he could and felt the blood rushing into the muscle, but it was strange, the muscle wasn't just pumped up, it was like it was still pumping up. He tilted his head and watch in the mirror, slowly but surely his shoulders and arms were expanding, his chest was filling with mass and size. He saw his already huge legs slowly expanding out into colossal pillars as they stretched his shorts. He could hear the fabric starting to strain and quickly bend down to get his gym bag.
The moment he leant over he heard the changing room echo with a large tearing sound as he felt the tightness relieve across his ass. Tom's face turned bright red as he quickly reaches around to make sure it was just the shorts he had split and not his underwear.
He let out a sigh of relief as he felt his underwear was still in tact, he stood up and took a step hearing has his massive thighs tore and split his shorts with just one step. He was almost at the door when he saw his hulking figure in the mirror.
He stood frozen admiring his huge body, he flexed his entire body at once loving how huge he had become, he noticed his underwear was straining and the fabric was starting to become see through and then he remembered....he had to walk through the gym like this to get out....
A wave of embarrassment washed over him, everyone was gonna be staring at him
Tom quickly grabbed his bag and made a break for it through the busy gym. He had hoped to run but his body was so big that was almost an impossible task, so jogging was next but even just a slight jog left him out of breath and gasping for air. By the time he reached the door he had multiple people staring at him confused as he was huffing and puffing like he had just run a marathon.
He swung open the door to the gym and bumped between two guys that were on their way in. Tom tried to apologise but the only noises that came out were him gasping for air and trying to catch his breath. He flashed a quick apology wave as he climbed into his car which was luckily parked right in front of the entrance.
Tom looked down trying to slow his breathing and catch his breath when he noticed his huge hard on. His dick was like steel, the thought of everyone staring at him....judging him....
Tom started his car trying to ignore it but he heard the two guys he had just bumped into talking, muffled by his window.
"bro did you see that guy, there is just a thing as too big"
Hearing those worse Tom felt a swirl of shame and embarrassment swell in his stomach and work its way to his pelvis as he started taking deep and slow breaths.
"I know right dude, and the way he was so out of breath just walking through the gym, and working out in his underwear? what a loser"
the two men walking into the gym laughing as the door shut behind them
The words echoed in Tom's ears, he couldn't help it, he gripped his steering wheel so tight he thought he was going to break it, he bit his lip and closed his eyes as his dick began to twitch and erupt. Tom let out a pathetic moan as he looked down to see not just his underwear soaked but his car seat and thighs caked in cum.
Tom looked into his rear view mirror, his head, traps and shoulders completely blocking the view, his face was flush as he felt more embarrassed than ever before in his life, He started his car and quickly reversed out.
"god...I'm such..."
His dick instantly got hard again.
"fuck, I'm so big....I'm...too big"
Tom started panting as he drove out of the parking lot.
"I'm a fucking big, freakish, loserrrr--eerruuuuughh!!"
Tom couldn't help unload himself into his underwear and over his car seat thinking about how pathetic he was...
Well...he did say he was happy for them to take anything, His confidence seemed like a fair price.
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THE MAN I USED TO KNOW! #2 â SUGURU GETO
SYNOPSIS...you feel suguru has grown distant your relationship, leaving you lonely and confused, so when you confront him in hopes to find reassurance, you find out the worst instead
INFO...geto x fem!reader, angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of breakup, arguing in public, no comfort, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
part 1
Itâs been a month since you left the apartment. A month since heâs last heard your voice. A month since heâs last seen you. He canât tell whatâs so different now, what makes him feel like he suddenly cares about you and how things ended. In his mind it doesnât make any sense. How could someone be said he fell out of love with, cheated on, suddenly be plaguing his heart like a disease. You were hard to get rid of.
He stays up at night, staring up at the ceiling after trying hours and hours to fall asleep, only to fail. The house is so quiet you could hear a pin drop and the bed feels so empty and cold. Not a sound could be heard, not your small breaths as you slept, or your touch when you cuddled against him in the night because you wanted to feel loved by him.
He twisted and turned in the bed, flipping over to your side, staring at the pillow. He swears he could smell your perfume faintly on the fabric, but that could be his mind playing tricks on him. Itâs been doing that ever since. Dinner was always takeout, never the warm home cooked meals that you always had prepared. He was starting to get sick of the taste, opting out of eating in general because no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât replicate your cooking.
A deep sigh leaves his lips as he sit up, feet planting on the hardwood floor. His phone rings loudly, illuminating the dark room. He slowly turns his head, looking at the caller ID. It was the woman who he threw everything away for temporary pleasure. Heâd been ignoring her calls ever since that day and he doesnât know what overcame him, but he decided to finally pick up the call. âHello?â He answered, voice scruffy and gravely.
âSuguru! Finally you pick up! Why have you been ignoring my texts and calls?â She asked frantically.
He rolled his eyes, shutting them. âItâs the middle of the night can we not do this?â He rubbed the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.
âIs it because of her? Are you two still together? I thought you said you were going to end things with her eventually? What changed?â She was asking question after question which only made him more irritated than he already was. âI miss you, Sugu,â she pouted.
The nickname made him wince, reminding him of how gently you used to call his name. âI need to go.â He abruptly hung up the call. His thumb hovered over his screen, pressing on his messages and scrolling to find your name. His jaw clenched at the sight of the contact name he had for you, forgetting to change it.
âMy girlâ it read.
He clicked on the contact, eyes scanning over the last messages that were sent. It was the day he told you, the day it all fell apart.
Geto: might be a little late for dinner
My girl: no worries, Iâll keep it warm :)
Even when you were falling apart you always treated him with kindness. It was never about the arguments, not with you. Yeah, sure youâd fight with each other, screaming matches back and forth. But, thatâs normal in a relationship. Sometimes things lead to disagreements. Itâs only when he took it too far, grew distant, fell out of love, cheated, while you were at home, waiting for him each and every night.
âFuck,â he whispers under his breath, contemplating to text you. He stares at the screen for a few more seconds before deciding to close his phone, placing it back down on the nightstand.
The smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the air, a quiet atmosphere settled around you as you sat at a small table, scrolling through social media. It was a cold early morning, soft snow flurries fell from the cloudy sky and painted the ground in a blinding white. It was the perfect day to relax in a cozy coffee shop and enjoy yourself, something you havenât done in a long time.
From time to time, your brain wanders to that night you found out Suguru was cheating on you. It still makes your heart twinge, an odd feeling in your chest. Youâd cry countless times in one day, wondering what it was that you did, how you could have been better. There were so many questions that you still had to ask, but you werenât sure if you wanted answers. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Youâd think about them, wondering if Suguru and whoever the woman he was seeing were now happy together, living in the apartment that you once shared with him.
You sipped on your coffee, the hot liquid trickling down your throat. The cold breeze from the outside blew into the coffee shop as the door opened for a few seconds, the bell above letting out a high pitched ding.
âMorning, could I small latte, please?â The familiar voice made your body freeze in place, eyebrows raising in slight shock. Lifting your head, you seen the familiar long, black, silky hair. Quickly, you looked away, scrolling on your phone. The longer you looked at him, the more afraid youâd threaten to break down in tears, maybe even scream at him. âThank you,â he softly spoke.
It felt like time froze, the more you sat here, the harder it felt to get up. Did he already see you? Maybe heâs ignoring you too? While your thoughts were telling you one thing, trying to convince you of some other reality, you could feel eyes burning into your skull. You didnât dare turn around to see if he was looking at you. With flared nostrils, you inhaled deeply, clearly your throat to rid of the awkwardness, mindlessly scrolling on your phone to make it look like you were busy.
It was getting to the point where you couldnât take it anymore. As soon as the barista called for his coffee, you were quick to stand from your seat, grabbing your wallet and coffee off the table and making a dash for the door. The cold winter breeze hit your skin as soon as you stepped out, a cold chill sending down your spine.
âY/n.â You halted in your tracks at the sound of your name. With closed eyes, you let out a deep sigh. Do you keep walking? Do you turn around and face him? Would you be able to keep your composure for even a second if your eyes meet his?
The snow under your feet stuck to your boots, heels twisting into the ground. You were now facing him. It felt like every memory that you shared with him came flashing back in an instantâgood and bad. Your heart felt conflicted, knowing you still had time to walk away. His mouth partially opened like he wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came out. He looked defeated, stuck in place. His eyes could do nothing but scan your features, search for any hint that you were felt the same for him like he felt for you. But he highly doubts that. âHow have you been?â He asked.
Clenching your jaw, you narrowed your eyes at him, stuffing your hands into your pockets. âFine.â You shrugged. Your tone was bitter and cold, one that he wasnât familiar with. There you both stood in the middle of the sidewalk, snowflakes kissing your skin, stinging your cheeks. âWhat do you want, Geto?â
The use of his last name makes his heart sink into his stomach, a weird feeling in his chest. He bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head with pinched brows. âIâŚI donât know,â he said barely above a whisper. âIâm sorry, y/n. Iâm so sorry.â
âYou donât get to say youâre sorry when you donât mean it. Youâre only saying it because you got caught. I donât think you understand what you did. At all.â Surprisingly, your voice was calm and composed compared to the last time you spoke with him. It was hard not to lash out, but you knew it wouldnât make you feel any better than you already did. âI loved you, Geto. Itâs sad that you didnât realize that sooner. Look,â you step closer to him, âI donât know where our relationship took such a turn, I donât know the exact moment you fell out of love, but I genuinely hope you find someone who is worth your time.â You softly smiled.
âYou were worth my time!â He said with desperation, almost like he was begging.
âNo, I wasnât. And itâs fine, I accept that.â You nod your head at him. âYou can feel regret, you can change your mind, but you canât undo what you did,â you state.
âI miss you, y/n, so fucking much. I canât sleep, I canât eat. All I ever think about is you, how I hurt you, brushed you asideââ
âJust stop, please. Nothing is going to change my mind, no matter what you say.â You chew on your bottom lip, a look of sincerity in your eyes.
âNo, donât say that. Come on. Please,â he begs, watery eyes looking at you.
âLet me go, Geto. Itâs best for the both of us.â You felt your eyes sting with tears, your vision blurry as you tried your hardest to hold them back. You didnât want him to see you cry again, he didnât deserve it.
âWhat if I donât want to? What if I canât?â He had a pained expression on his face, closing the distance between you two. Itâs the closest heâs been able to get you, the closest heâs felt to you in long time. He doesnât mean physically, he means emotionally, mentally. It shouldnât be under these circumstances, not when heâs ripped your heart in two. It should be when heâs holding you at home, his lips on yours as he tells you how much he loves you, because he does love you. He realized it when you walked out that door.
âThen Iâll make the decision for you.â You turned away from him beginning to walk away, the cold wing hitting your skin, your eyes burning.
Geto pulled you back by your hand, your touch warm and soft in his. âIâm not letting you walk away again.â
âLet me go, Getoââ
âI love you, y/n. I need you. I wanna feel your love again, your warmth, your laughs, I want it all.â His grip grew tighter, a tear falling from his eye as he stared at you. A frown formed on his face, the tears he was holding back all this time came rushing out.
âYou didnât want it then. What makes you think you deserve it now? Huh? Now you know how it feels.â Your tone was harsh, like sending daggers straight into his heart. You snatched your hand from his. âYou cheated over a petty argument, not once, not twice, but several times youâd meet up with her, lie to my face! Do you know what went through my head? How disgusted I felt with myself? I was questioning my worth, wondering if I was enough for anyone! I shouldnât fucking feel like that!â You pushed him, hot tears warming your cold cheeks. âLeave me alone! Please! Just do this one thing for me.â You sniffled, your feet moving before you could think, walking away from him.
Once more, he watched you slip away, your figure disappearing into the snow. He swallowed thickly, looking down at the cup of fresh coffee he had yet to take a sip from. He tossed it. The content spilling on spilling on the ground and staining the glistening snow. He no longer had an appetite for anything anymore. The pit inside his chest grew larger, sucking him in like a black hole.
He stood there for what felt like minutes, hoping, waiting to see you walking towards him again. But the wind just howled loudly and the cars drove past without a care in the world. Everyone has their own lives to live, their own stories. Though, in his story, heâd live with regret, guilt, and shame until the very end. Even if he does manage to find someone else, love someone else, live his life to the fullest, just know youâd always be in back of his mind as a reminder of every horrible thing about himself.
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missed calls | s.r.
in which Spencer answers Hotch's daughter's phone when he calls to check in after a case
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Your nose whistled with every exhale, with every page he turned, Spencer looked down at your sleeping form to make sure he wasnât disturbing you. He ignored the buzzing of your phone, Hotch told everyone not to come in until the briefing at ten, so the buzzing wasnât something heâd concern himself with. Heâd rather you catch up on sleep.
Turning the next page, he moved his hand down and swept some hair from your face, freezing when you stirred. He kept his eyes on you, making sure you didnât fully wake up before he returned to his book.
Last week, a case had gone wrong, and you ended up at the center of it. Physically, you were unharmed, but the way the case went down took a toll on you mentally. You tried to accept the blame, but no one else would allow you to be blamed.
It had been keeping you up at night, thinking you couldâve done something differently that wouldâve led to a different outcome. You would stare at the ceiling for all hours of the morning until either your alarm went off or you physically couldnât keep your eyes open. Sleep deprivation in the field was dangerous, Spencer knew that from personal experience.
So, when the two of you came home from work, decided to decompress on the couch and you fell asleep with your head in his lap, he resolved himself to a night on the couch. If he had to suffer a stiff neck in the morning, heâd get through it just so you can get the rest you so desperately need.
Looking back over at your phone as it rang again, he adjusted the blanket that you had thrown over yourself before finally picking up the phone. He hummed at the screen, your dad was calling you, three times in the last ten minutes.
Spencer looked down at you, your hands folded beneath your head as you dreamt, and he couldnât get himself to wake you. It felt cruel to wake you when this is the first time youâve fallen asleep naturally in days, so instead of having you answer the phone, he clicks the green icon and answers the call himself.
âHey, Hotch,â he greeted, keeping his voice low so that he wouldnât ruin his own plan and wake you up.
Your father is silent on the other line for a moment, probably checking his screen to double check which number he had called, âWhereâs Y/N?â He asked, a hint of fatherly concern laced in his tone.
Watching you sleep, Spencer looked at you as he responded, âSheâs right here, sheâs asleep.â
Hotch was silent on the other end of the call; he was more than aware of your sleeping problems. Just yesterday, he had pulled Spencer into his office to ask him what was going on with you, which clued Spencer into the fact that you were messing up at work. Little things like missing a checkbox on paperwork and forgetting files on your desk when you were supposed to be in the roundtable room.
Spencer gently cleared his throat, âDid you need to talk to her?â It was a leading question, Spencer was providing the answer on a silver platter, nearly begging your father to just let you sleep.
âNo,â Hotch answered quickly, practically scrambling to get the answer out. âNo, donât wake her,â he iterated, âJust, uh⌠will you tell her I called?â
Nodding even though he couldnât see, Spencer responded, âYeah, Iâll tell her in the morning.â
Your dad was quiet for a moment before he spoke up again, âReid?â
âYes, sir?â He answered dutifully, his voice just hovering over a whisper as you adjusted in your sleep.
âThank you,â he responded, matching Spencerâs quiet tone over the phone, likely because Jack was already asleep for the night. âFor watching over her,â he continued, clarifying why exactly he was expressing gratitude.
Spencer gently smoothed your hair back, personally grateful to see peace on your face as you slept. âItâs my pleasure,â he whispered in response.
Your dad cleared his throat, âHave a good night, Reid.â
âYou as well,â Spencer moved the phone, ending the call before returning it to its place on the side table. Unable to reach you, he pressed two of his fingers to his lips before resting them on your temple, effectively kissing you goodnight before he lifted his book and went back to reading.
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Pocket Money | Lance Stroll x Reader
Summary: Since the start of the relationship, fans have been convinced you're only with Lance for his money. When he mentions your future in an interview, they accuse you of trying to baby trap him.
Warnings: Swearing. Angst but mostly just for sadness. Hateful fans.
Female reader with various facelaims. Pics found on Pinterest.
A bit different to the other three.
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YourUserName lovely london was kind enough to be sunny for me this weekend đŹđ§
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chloestroll iâm still so jealous that you didnât take me
â YourUserName yes but if i had, iâd have spent the entire time trying to stop you from running off with a brit. i doubt scotty would appreciate that
â scottyjames31 do NOT let her run off with a british man
â YourUserName make sure you behave yourself then
User1 oh, so sheâs on yet another holiday funded by her sweet, naive boyfriend who canât tell heâs with a gold digger
User2 thatâs it sweetheart. post pics of your trip that your boyfriend undoubtedly paid for whilst heâs busy racing all weekend without your support
User3 sheâs quite possibly the worst wag. give the role to someone who would enjoy being there
â User4 itâs not a fucking role, sweetheart. being someoneâs fiancĂŠe is not a role you play, and i think y/n happens to do an amazing âpartâ
danielricciardo bring me back some crunchies
â YourUserName no, i got into trouble last time. your trainer told me that youâre not allowed them
â danielricciardo boo, you whore
User5 so sheâs on yet another weekend away in london the same weekend that lance is racing in jeddah? can she make it anymore obvious that she doesnât support him?
â User6 her job means she has to travel a lot - just like lance - so unfortunately she cannot follow him around the world
â User7 you tell âem, honey. y/n is a successful businesswoman but everyone seems to forget that? she makes every race when she can but sometimes she canât get out of work
â User8 at the end of the day, their relationship is none of our business
astonmartinf1 missing your face in the paddock this weekend
â YourUserName i miss you too! although i bet nando is enjoying the peace and quiet
â astonmartinf1 can neither confirm nor deny but he did mention something about yapping
User9 this is so cute. the way his whole face lights up when heâs asked about/talks about her
User10 not lance revealing that y/n would run away and marry him just to call him her husband
â User11 yes! but heâs so dedicated to giving her the wedding she wanted since she was a child. these two have my whole entire heart đĽ°
User12 ugh, where can i get a lance stroll? the way he loves his fiancee đ and not him being desperate to have babies with her
User13 so is this confirmation that y/n is pregnant? like, if he wants a baby in a year, then..?
â User14 wouldnât surprise me. if they get married, he can still make her sign a prenup and divorce her without a worry, but a baby would tie him to her for life so she can continue to spend his money
â User15 okay but iâm with you on this. itâs the best way to ensure she can keep him around in some way because letâs be honest, their relationship doesnât seem the best
â User9 what the fuck is wrong with you two. where in that entire interview were you getting the impression their relationship is on the rocks? heâs literally planning an entire life with her???
â User15 yeah and where is she? unbothered in london. sheâs only with him for the money and thatâs the only reason why theyâre engaged.
â User13 theyâre engaged because they love each other! heâs also the one who said he wants her to have his children so he can keep her home????
â User14 no theyâre engaged because for some reason, heâs infatuated with her and sheâs only using him, and sheâs clearly tricked him into wanting children without realising thatâs further entrapment
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YourBrother when sprout takes time out of her busy life to visit, Nonna cooks a whole feast (can you tell who the favourite is) tagged: YourUserName
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YourCousin the only reason we look forward to y/n coming home is because nonna feeds us GOOD
â YourCousin2 agreed, nothing to do with us missing y/n at all
â YourUserName this is why i left đđ
User1 anyone else find it odd that sheâs in a different country again on race weekend? i mean, i know her and lance were still a couple last month but iâm starting to wonder if thatâs changed
â User2 sheâs also not been active on socials despite that being part of her job description?
â User3 can you blame her when everyone constantly hates on her
â User4 being on media isnât part of her job, she just liked to share her adventures with us and some of you arseholes ruined that.
User5 oh my gosh, her parents are so cute together. i want to be like that when iâm older
â User6 and her brother and SIL curled up in the chair together. this family really do produce the cutest couples
â User7 looks like the only absent spouse is lance :(
â User8 um because heâs currently in china? he has more important things to be doing??
User9 i love that her brother's first idea to cheer her up is to give her beer
â User10 well, at least we know sheâs not pregnant currently
â User11 thank god. we know lance is free from her in that aspect
â User9 seriously? making these comments on twitter wasn't bad enough, you people are actually commenting on her BROTHERâs instagram
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astonmartinf1 our first race back in shanghai sees a p7 finish for fernando with the fastest lap. lance comes home in p15 after contact earlier in the race
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User12 literally give the seat to anyone other than lance stroll please
User13 can we all stop hating on lance, please? it was an accident, they happen
User14 not him blaming danny ric. sweetie, the car has brakes for a reason
User15 danny ric was fuming but also seemed like he was trying not to be
â User16 no literally. it was like he was trying not to say something but in one interview slipped up and said that lance has been really distracted due to issues at home
â User17 i saw that! and the way he ran away after like âoo the team is calling meâ
â User18 are we smelling a breakup?
User19 i personally think lance stroll shouldnât be in f1 but can we take a moment to think that whilst it was really bad driving, heâs not been himself lately? he looks really sad in all the media things
â User20 literally, like heâs constantly coming under hate for his fiancĂŠe, and then she hasnât been to any races recently and heâs not talked about wedding planning once. this is the man who was telling everyone about his wedding even if they didnât ask
â User1 maybe he realised that his girlfriend was a gold digging bitch
â User2 literally. he talked about having children with her and then realised that meant sheâd never leave
â User3 you people are actually crazy. how do you turn a man talking about wanting children into the woman he loves trying to baby trap him? y/n has never talked about wanting kids
â User4 this. like i definitely think theyâve broken up but for all we know, it could be that lance was talking about children and y/n realised she wasnât ready/didnât want them.
User5 canât believe people are still running the baby narrative. we know nothing about their relationship because theyâre quite a private couple - and after this, we can see why - and yet people have somehow created a whole drama about babies from nothing
User6 i know lance is one of the more private f1 drivers but i really think he needs to comment on this? the amount of hate y/n is getting is insane and shouldnât be ignored
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YourUserName the view from my office is better than yours. sorry, not sorry
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BestFriend iâm looking for a woman in finance, trust fund
â YourUserName you know youâre welcome to my trust fund anytime
â BestFriend the best sugar mommy iâve ever had
YourBrother congratulations on your promotion, shithead. one step away from ceo!
User7 wait why did no one tell me she was running a company?
â User8 babe, weâve been telling you bitches this from the start! but none of you listened
chloestroll congratulations, business barbie đ
â YourUserName thank you, music barbie đ¤
â User3 so chloe is still here? does that mean weâre still getting a wedding
â User9 idk. lance isnât in the likes..?
â User10 @ chloestroll please tell us what you know. Some of us are rooting for them to end up together
User11 so she goes radio silent for three months just to come back and pretend like she has a job? nothing about the man she supposedly loves?
â User12 seems shady to me. you got caught out for being a gold digger so now youâre going to act like you actually go to work?
â User13 i really hate people like you
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Fontaine Boys: Calling them by their names
Lyney
This guy pretty much made it a thing after you started using pet names that you no longer knew a Lyney, only a baby, sweetie, honey, sugar, etc. So, don't think that pulling this prank will go over his head or that he'll let you off easy for trying to tease him like this. Because Lyney? He will never forget this injustice until he can return that favor tenfold
When you say it, just as he is leaving for work/practice with Lynette, he stalls in the hallway as he tries to process what you just did to him, because surely his sweet, loving, and gorgeous lover would never stop using his pet names without a justifiable reason. This man goes through 4 stages of grief in .2 seconds and basically sprints to the nearest calendar to see the date, anniversary, or birthday he surely must've forgotten
Because, surely, he missed something, right? right?
"Love... did I forget something?" Lyney sounds so different from usual. Almost panicked really.
This can go one of two ways:
If you can keep a straight face and keep calling him Lyney he gets more and more panicked, basically begging at your feet to tell him what he did to deserve such cold, heartless, and diabolical treatment until you give and tell him its a prank
If you can't keep a straight face Lyney can see the devious little smile on your face and pretty much gawks at you in disbelief
either way it ends with him giving you a taste of your own medicine for the rest of the day. Because really, how could you do this to him right before his practice?
So if you can't handle that, don't do that to Lyney because he can be just as teasing and mean about it no matter how much he loves you, and if you keep it up through the whole day too he will continue it into the next day until you stop
or maybe he'll do something about that attitude of yours? ;)
Freminet
Are you a monster?
Genuinely why would you do this to him after all the work it took to get him to accept and also call you petnames?
Fremi thinks the world is ending tbh. He was on his way out to go diving and you just??? dropped this on him?? Are you breaking up with him?? Is he in trouble?? Please tell him it is a prank immediately or he will cry
Just like his brother he rushes to a calendar and checks every box to make sure he didn't miss anything today and for the last month or so just to be sure. And the panic that sets in when he sees that he didn't, now he's really sure you're about to say you don't love him anymore
It doesn't even matter if you can keep a straight face or not because he is in full panic mode and can't think straight enough to see that you're just pulling his leg
This poor boy is taking off his backpack and shoes and either sitting across from you or standing right in front of you with the most pitiful face asking you what's wrong
"My little marintine rose.... y/n honey....what's wrong? Did I... make you angry? Is it the diving? You can come with me, you know I love it when you come with me" Cue the biggest puppy eyes with tears
Please tell him soon that this is just a prank because again, he can and will cry if you keep this up any longer than a few minutes.
Neuvillette
He deadass walks out the door and takes a few minutes outside before he turns around and makes his way back inside calmly. Neuvillette is positive he misheard. His mind is playing tricks, or maybe he's getting old and his hearing is failing him because there is no way you just called him Neuvillette, his full government name, and not Neuvi, baby, honey, love, or something like that
He'd even accept a weird pet name like your fridge or your little hilichurl
The thing about Neuvillette is he knows he didn't forget anything. He will not rush to a calendar or even think to do so because he remembers everything you tell him, even things you say in passing. Like that dress you told him about 2 months ago, or the cute sea otter that you said reminded you of him
"Mon amour.... my love, my life, I think I forgot to tell you that I love you and that I'm leaving" He tries to play it cool, Nevi thinks if he can pretend he forgot to say anything that you'll correct yourself
When you don't, you're pretty sure you can hear thunder rumble in the distance as a storm tries to roll in
Say it's a prank right now or it'll storm for a week straight, he may be a big and tough dragon but he cannot handle this from you
If you crack and smile or start laughing Neuvi is not pleased, he's not pleased regardless when you reveal it's a prank
The storm is rolling in for different reasons now
He won't play the prank back on you but expect some long, displeased stares and some major frowns from him
You almost made his heart beat out of his chest in panic
Wriothesley
Wriothesley almost laughs when you call him by his full name and not at least a Wrio
like there is no way he doesn't know you're being a menace right now
so please be prepared for the entire next week because Wrio is ruthless when it comes to payback and he will get his just desserts
I mean really, Wrio is vicious when it comes to throwing this back in your face
"Oh hey there y/n, buddy, pal, my best friend" for a week straight...
So rude....
He will tell you upfront before he leaves for work when you do this that since he's just some guy you know now that he'll call you his friend from now on
and he will just walk right out the door after that. Not even a glance back or a teasing smirk, just leaves the house and goes to work unbothered for the rest of the day
that's what you think anyway, even though he knows this is a prank he actually is really bothered and talks to Sigwennie about what happened and he's pouting and sulking at work
even the inmates at the fortress can see that their boss is bothered by something
Please say sorry soon and start calling him his cute pet names or he's going to struggle at work and Sigwinne can't deal with this for anymore than a day because Wrio can be insufferable
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thinking about konig asking to eat you out and you being like âlol no iâm on my period.â and heâs all âohhhh idc idc i wanna eat it so bad đĽşâ and you need to be like no. buddy. you clearly do not get it. i am not a 2-3 day period, âwho needs pads iâll just freebleedâ girlie. i am a 7-8 day, heavy flow, bleed through the pad girlie, lmfao.
and then he eats it anyways because not only has he been around so much more blood than you could ever imagine but also heâs lowkey highkey into it teeeheeeeeeee ;P
"Schatzen, I kill people for money. You really think I'm scared of a little blood?" You wasn't nervous of the fact he wasn't scared of a bit of blood - even though it was not, in fact, just a little. Even though it was, in fact, a lot and made you ask him to bring you newer pads. You didn't really think he would be scared of a bit of period blood - but you were fucking terrified at the fact that he seemed to adore it. To cherish every drop, till the last one - to press his face between your thighs and look at you like a kitten who wants a bit of cream. The thing is, Konig missed you. Returning from a two month contract only meant he was ready to destroy your pelvis and fuck you for every hour he is on leave - unfortunately, he can't quite do that, you're too fragile to take his cock four times per day...but you can take his tongue. Even if that means having the metallic taste cling to his tongue for days on end, he would gladly spend the whole week buried in your cunt, relishing in your taste. It's a nice way to deal with cramps, he might think. Konig literally read one article about how orgasms can sometimes help some people with their cramps, and he'd use this for the rest of his life. Oh, your stomach is hurting and you feel like your womb is trying to eat you from the inside? Just let him eat you out! No matter how many times you push him away and beg for him to stop, he'd still laugh and push his tongue deeper, over and over. He is a mercenary, he is getting paid tons of money to cover himself in blood of his victims - having his pretty girlfriend cry and cum on his tongue is a nice addition. You don't even question it when he starts to track your periods, knowing you'd have it even when you forget - you don't question the dates he literally keeps posted on your shared calendar, don't care that the amount of heating pads in the house had largely diminished - and he won't buy you a new one because he is much better at being a heating pad anyway!
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MISSED YOU | chris sturniolo: part 2
pairing: dealer!chris x fem!reader
summary: after finishing deals for today, chris calls you to "check" on you, but he ends up coming over and making a mess on your couch.
warnings: mdni, smut, sub!chris, dom!reader, handjob, pet names, kinda bratty reader + more...
a/n: part one here!! didnt plan to do more than one part but yall seemed to like it so here it is. once again english isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes
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chris wasn't planning to end up like this. on your couch, his hard throbbing dick leaking with precum aching for the release you refused to give him. it was such a pretty view for you. his brown hair was sticking out from under the hood of his black fresh love hoodie, his flushed cheeks and pink swollen lips, that he keeps biting to muffle his pathetic whines and moans, that escapes his mouth. all of this because of you. when he called you earlier, all he wanted was to actually check on you, since he was aware how much he wore you out after your last sex in his car two days ago. but you kept being sarcastic, your bratty attitude annoyed him, and he promised he'll come over once he's done with his deals, and then teach you how to keep your pretty little mouth shut. things took a different turn quick.
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(...)
"i'm tellin' you, ma, i just wanted to check on ya. why you so surprised, huh?" chris asks smirking and watching your cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink, it was visible even through the screen.
"nothing, i'm just...." you sigh, deciding to finally change the topic. chris usually was texting you to ask if you're good if he went too hard on you, but he never calls. until now. "whatever, forget it. how long will you be there?"
"hmmm, i have two more people and then i'm done. what, you miss me?" he grins more when you roll your eyes in response.
"no, idiot, i don't.."
"that's interesting, sweetheart, you said somethin' else the last time we-"
"shut the fuck up." you cut him off, making his smirk widen.
"easy there, don't talk to me like that."
you roll your eyes again. "maybe go back working, what is your lazy ass doing on the phone, huh?"
"my lazy ass? you the one doin' nothin' all day on this couch while others are being productive."
"then come back to being productive, dickhead."
chris grins, narrowing his eyes. he was somewhere outside, you could barely see him because it was dark, but the light from the lantern fell on his face, highlighting his facial features. "careful, ma, don't get all arrogant on me. y'know if you were here right now, i'd shut your pretty mouth real quick."
"well, but i'm not with you there, soooo..."
"a'ight go back to lounging on the couch all day, watchin' those shitty ass movies." he looks up for a second, before looking down on his phone, you could hear some man's voice in the back.
"keep calling me lazy and i won't ever suck you off again." you raised your eyebrow, giving him a fake smile. he licks his lips, answering after a moment.
"oh c'mon, sweetheart, don't be a bitch."
"damn christopher, now you be callin' me a bitch? you're fucked." you shake your head, but a little smile is playing on your lips.
"stop acting all snarky and sarcastic, and maybe i will stop callin' you that."
"cry about it."
"keep it up, smartass, i'll make sure you gonna be the one cryin' when i come over."
you narrows your eyes, seeing his stupid smile on his face. "who said i will let you come over?"
"i'm finishing soon, see you there, ma. i'll be takin' out all that stupid words of yours, outta your pretty little mouth."
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he was asking himself, how did he end up with you making him whimper. when he stepped inside your house twenty minutes ago, he was so ready to make you regret talking to him like that, until he pulled you onto his lap and you started grinding down on him. he was trying to keep his control, but you just knew how to make him lose it.
all of this started because you told him he stole your outfit. you both were wearing black fresh love hoodies, the hood over your heads. the difference was you had grey sweatpants on and he had the black ones.
"no, YOU stole my outfit. you just copied me." he said to you, shaking his head with a grin.
"yes, 'cause the only thing on my mind is copying you."
"stop bein' childish"
"i am childish?" your eyes widen, looking at him as he's an idiot.
this banter quickly turned into you two making out and you teasing chris. your tongue sliding inside his mouth, your hips slowly moving, making a little bit of a friction. his dick was already hard, aching for your touch, but you weren't gonna give him what he wanted that fast.
"mmmhm, shit..." chris mutters against your lips, bucking up his hips but you quickly pressed them down with your hands, now breaking the kiss.
"oh, are u impatient?" you smile looking down at him. he opens his eyes, scanning your face for a bit, before reaching a hand to push your hood off your head and get a better look on your face. a little smile appears on his lips when he sees your messy hair. you press herself harder onto him, making him hiss.
"fffuck, ma, you gonna drive me insane-"
your hands travels under his hoodie, just running your long nails up and down his chest, before you start toying with the waistband of his sweatpants, continuing moving your hips.
chris watches you as you take your hand out from under his hoodie, and start to toy with the waist band of his sweatpants, he keeps staring up at you and his dick grows harder with every second.
âughhhh...ffffuck i know exactly what you doin'..."
"yeah? what am i doing chris?" she plays innocent, keeping the eye contact with him and then she grinds against him more, his tip brushing against her pussy, making both of them whimper.
his lip between his teeth as he tries to control himself, but his cock is painfully sensitive, twitching in his pants. he puts his hands on the sides of your hips, pulling you down against him more as he groans a bit. you feel he's careful though, remembering he left bruises on your skin two days ago.
âshittt, you playinâ with me, mama.. stop doin' that"
"you want me to stop, hm?"
"ohh, no, don't stop doin' that, just... stop playin' with me.."
"and why would i?" she stops moving on him, her hand travels down and while looking him in the eyes, she starts stroking him through his sweatpants. chris lets out another quiet whine, throwing his head back on the couch, his dick leaking, begging for some kind of relief.
"cuz i'm hard as hell, it hurts"
she smiles, squeezing him slightly and answering after a moment. "that's cute."
"oh- fuckkkk, you fuckin' little tease-" he groans, closing his eyes for a moment.
you keep moving your hand, watching him trying so hard to hold back his moans, but he isn't able to. chris looks up at you, seeing how youâre so invested and watching him struggle and he feels you keep stroking him through his sweatpants, heâs so hard now from you just touching him like this.
"yeahhhh.. just like that.. oh god, that feels s'good..â
he groans softly again as you continue to stroke him through, heâs starting to leak more but his sweatpants are still in the way.
"ahh careful... you might cum in your pants." she smirks, biting her lip. she was getting more and more turned on just by watching him like this, but it wasn't about her today. today she needed to make him lose it.
he grins at you and he looks down seeing a small wet spot showing through on the sweatpants.
âi mean, you're doin' this to me, don't say that like it was my fault.."
"you can always hold back, y'know"
"oh, it's- fuck..." he cuts himself off when he sees you pulling down his sweatpants finally. "shiit, dont act all smartass again, y'know i cant when you do that to me-" he gulps, finishing his sentence but his whole focus is now directed on you.
your lip is between your teeth as you pull down his boxers, revealing his hard, aching, leaking with precum cock. you couldn't believe that you were the cause of his struggle, and that you could make him that desperate. you wrap your hand around him, rubbing his sensitive tip with your thumb and watching his reaction. he bites his lip, watching you, his tip twitching visibly and he moans again from your touch, heâs getting so much precum leaking out. he's fighting with himself, trying not to buck his hips up and start thrusting into your hand.
âohhhh fucckkk.... shit please- just a little more... mmm, oh god.... ima cum if you keep doin' this-"
"what did you say?"
"fuck, p-please.."
"couldn't you said that sooner? you wouldn't be struggling so much..." she smiles hearing him begging and then starts slowly moving her hand up and down his length. she's still straddling him, his one hand digging into her thigh, and the other one on the couch to try and brace himself from how good it feels.
"s'good... fuck, so, so good..." he leans his head back, his eyes rolling back for a second as he gulps, but then he looks at you again, loving the sight in front of him, and also you just bring him closer to the edge.
"yeah? wanna cum already? how naughty.."
"oh- my god... mmmhh, please, mama- i'm so-"
your words just sets him off even more, his dick twitching in your hand as you now picks up your pace, making him groan. the way you're so dominant right now turns him on so much, he would never think he'd be liking it so much, but damn, he does.
"i... ughhh, you so good at this- fuck..." his fingers dig into your skin more, leaving new marks on your thighs, he's on the edge now.
"c'mon pretty boy, come for me, yeah?" you speed up your hand more, watching him intensely. your words stealing a louder moan from him, his dick twitches, he bucks up his hips and he releases all over himself. white strings of his cum on his black hoodie, all over your hand, his thighs and even on your couch. you have to bite on your lip to hold back a moan, while he squeezes his eyes for a moment, cursing under his breath. you slow down with your hand, stopping after a moment as he opens his eyes, looking up at you.
you smirk, making eye contact with him and slowly licking his cum from your hand. he groans in response, breathing heavily.
"damn, i might get hard again."
"freak."
"but you into it." he grins and pulls you into another sloppy kiss.
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a/n: do we fw this or nah, lmk đŤŚ
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๨ৠvoicemails choi seungcheol leaves you while heâs on tour - fluff (with a pinch of angst), established relationship, gn!reader (pet names used: baby, darling)
...one: hey darling! we just arrived at the hotel. i called right after we landed but you didn't answer and then jeonghan reminded me that weâre in completely different time zones. i feel like a total idiot for forgetting about it. good thing you didn't answer though, i hope you have the sweetest dreams. anyway, call me in the morning when you wake up. i love you
...two: the bed felt so cold last night. fuck, itâs been only a day and i miss you like crazy already
...three: i think the kids are sick of me. they say i keep talking about you but (laughs) how could i not? how was your day though? what did you do today? did eat something good for dinner?
...four: that photo of you and kkuma you sent me earlier. (pause) it made my whole day. i immediately set it as my wallpaper. (sigh)
...five: i hate cuddling these goddamn pillows, i want you back in my arms baby
...six: oh my god, yesterday was so much fun! mingyu and dino took me out to drink, and we ended up in the shittiest street ever, and like, there were so many people staring at us weirdly. i know weâre good looking, but come on. then mingyu started to get scared, which started to freak dino out too (laugs). and then i started to get scared too. but then we discovered the best bar ever. i can't wait to tell you all about it
...seven: i saw itâs raining back home. i put an umbrella in your bag before i left because you always forget to bring it with you, and make sure to dress well. go over to my place and take some of my hoodies and coats, and i don't want to hear any complaints
...eight: i miss you
...nine: i shouldâve brought a bigger suitcase with me, i swear i have so many gifts for you
...ten: i wish you could be here with me. (pause) i love you
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first time for everything
pairing: oscar piastri x reader
summary: a lot of things were in the cards for oscarâs first home race. he just wasnât expecting confessing his love for you to be one of them. (3.3k)
warnings: maybe a swear word idk
a/n: my first oscar fic! not sure if i've got his personality down quite yet but hopefully i've done him justice :)
âYouâre nervous.âÂ
Oscar tore his attention from his phone camera, where he was messing with the swoop of his hair for what had to be the fifth time. He shook his head, though you could probably see right through him. âNo, Iâm notâI just didnât sleep that well last night.â
âYeah, âcause you were nervous for today.âÂ
âIâm fine.âÂ
âItâs okay to be nervous, Oscar. Iâd be more worried if you werenât.â
You were right, he was nervous about a lot of thingsâthis weekend was his first home race, the first race you were able to attend during his time as a driver for McLaren. But the first thing he learned from competing at this level was to never let his nerves show. Put up a front, make it seem like he was cool as a cucumber so people wouldnât doubt him, let his skills on the track do all the talking.Â
Normally, Oscar was good about that. But you could see right through him. You knew him well enough to know how he was feeling and how to help, even if he himself didnât quite understand it.Â
The story of you and Oscar was quite the cliche, really. He knew of you through a friend of a friend and was instantly intrigued without even meeting you, managed to reach out, and the rest was history.Â
You hadnât even met each other face to face until a month into your constant texting, but when you did finally find the opportunity to meet up in person, it was like youâd both found the other half of yourselves in each other. While Oscar was more of a straight to the point, cut and dry kind of guy, you managed to bring him out of his shell a little bit, to get him to expand his horizons (within reason, of course).Â
You were the oppositeâalways smiling, always happy to try new things, warm and sunshine-y and everything in between. Oscar toned you down without holding you back, reminded you to take a breather before immediately jumping into the next exciting thing, to enjoy what you had while you had it so you wouldnât miss anything.Â
Heâd only just gained the courage to ask you out a few months back, but it only seemed fitting that you were here with him for his first race in front of his home crowd.
âItâs a lot to process.â Oscar admitted, letting his shoulders creep up towards his ears in a shrug. You leaned against him, looping an arm through the crook of his elbow and slipping your hand into his for a reassuring squeeze, pressing your chin against his bicep. âI just donât wanna let anyone down, yâknow? Wanna make everyone proud.âÂ
âYouâre going to do great. I promise.â You said firmly, reaching up to push his hair into its perfect place. Oscar nuzzled into your touch on instinct, letting you cradle his cheek in the palm of your hand. Your thumb swept over his cheek a few times, lulling him into a sense of contentment.Â
âForget me. How are you feeling?â
âIâm excited! Iâve never done something like this before.â You replied, letting your hand drop. âAnd kinda nervous, but itâll be fine, right?âÂ
âYeah, âcourse it will.âÂ
âHave any sage words of wisdom for a first time paddock goer?âÂ
âOh, you know me. Keep your head down, walk fast. Thereâs gonna be a lot of cameras, lots of fans, theyâre all gonna want something from you. Iâll be with you as long as I can, so Iâll be there in case things start to get out of hand.âÂ
âCan I say hi to the fans?âÂ
âIf you want to, yeah. They already love you.âÂ
That was another thing Oscar had to be worried about. Today was a day full of firsts, it felt like, because it was also the first time youâd be making your public debut as a couple. Youâd already become a fan favorite when the two of you were just friends (two very mutually pining friends, no less), but making your relationship paddock official seemed daunting.Â
Oscar wasnât at all worried about what people would think. In fact, he didnât really care. He was happier than heâd been in a long time and nothing would change that. What he was worried about was how youâd be treated. Oscar loved the fans, he really did, but there were always that handful who thought they knew himâknew what was best for him. Knew who was best for him.Â
If he could protect you from any harm that could possibly be aimed your way, heâd do it in a heartbeat, but things could get so very unpredictable out there. The best he could do was keep you close.Â
Your grip on Oscarâs hand tightened just the slightest bit at seeing the sheer amount of people outside the window. Noticing this, he rubbed his thumb along your knuckles soothingly.Â
âYou donât have to come along.â He said softly. You tore your eyes away from the passing crowds to look at him. âThereâs a back entrance, you can go through there.âÂ
âNo, itâs alright! Iâll be fine.âÂ
âYou sure? Itâs okay if you're having second thoughts, sweetheart.âÂ
âIâm not, I promise. Itâs kind of a lot, but nothing I canât handle.â You said firmly, more for yourself than anything. Oscar squeezed your hand with a soft smile. âIf you can do it, I can do it.âÂ
âThere you go. Youâll be the star of the show. Everyoneâll be like Oscar Piastri who? Thereâs the most beautiful girl in the world, and just some guy.âÂ
You had to bite back a laugh at his words paired with the deadpan expression gracing his face. Oscar always seemed to know how to get you to relax.Â
âWell, youâre the hottest just some guy Iâve ever seen.â You pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling at how his fair skin immediately flamed hot under your lips.Â
Despite your previous hesitation, you looked entirely in your element as you made the walk hand in hand, looking around with bright eyes and an even brighter smile. Oscar couldn't help but watch you take it all in, not bothering to mask the awe in his eyes as he did so. He wouldnât be surprised if photos of him looking at you made it to fan Twitter by the end of the day.Â
Oscar was whisked away as soon as you got through to hospitality, giving him barely enough time to say goodbye to you before he was shuttled to meeting after meeting, press conferences and pre race interviews, a thousand things to do in the few hours he had before he had to get ready for free practice.Â
He was already exhausted by the time he made it back to his driverâs room, pushing open the door with a heaving sigh. You glanced up at the commotion he was making, smiling at him warmly and setting aside your phone.
âHey, you,â You hummed, holding out your arms towards Oscar as soon as he closed the door behind him.Â
âHi.â Oscar sighed, folding you into his embrace as comfortably as he could in the cramped alcove. There was barely enough room for one person on the bench, let alone you and your boyfriend with his broad shoulders. You shifted sideways to solve the problem, throwing your legs over Oscarâs lap, to which his hand immediately came to rest on your knee. âI missed you.âÂ
âWish I could say the feeling was mutual.â You teased. Oscar rolled his eyes goodnaturedly, giving your leg a gentle pinch that you giggled at before leaning in to press a quick peck to his cheek. âI missed you too.âÂ
âWhat did you get up to while I was gone?âÂ
âOh, so much! I took a walk around the paddock just to check everything out, and I kinda got lost, but someone helped me find my way back eventually.â You shrugged, not noticing the way Oscarâs eyebrows flew up into his hairline.Â
âWait, you got lost? Why didnât you call me?âÂ
âYou were busy.â You said, very as-a-matter-of-factly. He blinked at you slowly, a blank expression present on his face. âIâm a big girl, Osc, I can find my way around just fine.â Â
That made Oscar falter. You were right. He cared so much, especially about youâso much so that sometimes he forgot you were entirely capable of taking care of yourself.Â
âA lot of people asked to take pictures with me. Me! Isnât that crazy?â You exclaimed, beaming bright. âI promised one of them your sweaty fireproofs in return, but thatâs beside the point.âÂ
âYou what?â He spluttered, eyes widening almost comically. His fingers froze in their fiddling with the rings adorning your fingers.Â
âIâm kidding, obviously. Lighten up, Oscie, jeez.âÂ
Oscar rolled his eyes playfully. âRight, well Iâm glad youâre having fun.âÂ
âYou know what would make this day even more fun?âÂ
âI donât think I want to.âÂ
You stuck your tongue out at him before continuing. âCan I meet Charles Leclerc? Is that something you can pull off?âÂ
Technically speaking, it would be extremely easy for him to pull off. All he really had to do was bring you over to the Ferrari motorhome for a quick introduction, and he was sure Charles would take a liking to you, just like every other driver youâd gotten to meet so far. You had that kind of persona; one that made people want to get to know you.Â
Oscar quite liked that about you. What he wouldnât like as much was you being immediately wooed by the driverâs seemingly irresistible French charm. And yeah, you were Oscarâs girlfriend and Charles also had a girlfriend of his own, but still. Nobody wanted to see the girl they loved fawning over another man, even one as cool as Charles Leclerc.
But Oscar would never tell you that, because he loved you, and heâd do anything to make you happy.Â
âUhâŚyeah, sure. I could probably get you an intro, if thatâs something you really want.â He heard himself saying, scratching the back of his neck. His heart thudded a little harder in his chest at the way your face lit up.Â
âReally?âÂ
Oscar smiled tightly. âWhy not? Dâyou wanna go now? Thereâs some time before we need to be on track.âÂ
âThat would be amazing, Osc.âÂ
âRight then, letâs go.â He nudged your legs off him, heaving himself to his feet with a groan that would usually be associated with someone much older than him. You threaded your fingers through his as soon as he finished popping all his joints like an old man, following his lead out of the room and the motorhome, all the way to the bright Ferrari red building a few doors down.Â
Luckily, Charles was sitting at one of the tables in the main area, so you didnât have to look far to find him.Â
âCharles, mate, you got a second?âÂ
The aforementioned Monegasque tore his attention from his phone upon hearing Oscarâs voice, an easygoing smile already present on his face. âOscar! What can I do for you, mate?â His eyes found you next, and he nodded politely. âHello!âÂ
âHi.â You said quietly, clinging to Oscarâs hand tightly. This feeling was foreign to you. Youâd never been so stunned into silence by someone before, but maybe that was because youâd never met someone as well known as the Charles Leclerc.Â
âThis is my girlfriend. Itâs her first time in the paddock and sheâs a big fan of yours, figured I could introduce the two of you. Y/N, Charles. Charles, Y/N.âÂ
âAh, yes, Iâve heard much about you!â Charles exclaimed, popping to his feet. He moved forward to embrace you, wrapping you in a warm hug like heâd known you for a long time, let alone just met you not even fifteen seconds ago.Â
Oscar never really understood the whole hugging thing Charles had going on. Maybe it was a French thing. Either way, the hug seemed to have shaken you out of whatever starstruck daze you were in, because you straightened up.Â
Charles smiled warmly. âWelcome to your first race. I trust they are treating you well over at McLaren?âÂ
âThereâs definitely a few perks.â You replied, returning his infectious smile. You squeezed Oscarâs hand as you said it, and part of him felt a smidge proud that you considered him a perk. Charles laughed goodnaturedly. âI hate to sound so forward, but I wanted to say I love your music. The way you play piano isâŚthe only way I can think to describe it is beautiful.âÂ
âOh wow, youâthank you! That means a lot, thank you. Do you play?âÂ
âA little bit, but I havenât had much time to sit at the bench lately.â You replied, giving a haphazard shrug. Charles nodded sympathetically, like he understood the troubles of carving out time to play. âDâyou mind if I ask you a bit more about your inspiration while Iâve got you?â
âOf course, yes, yes, I would love to talk about it!âÂ
Oscar touched a hand to the small of your back to snag your attention for a second. He liked music as much as the next person, but not as much as you and Charles, it seemed. âIâll be over there.âÂ
You nodded, popping up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before returning to your animated conversation with Charles.Â
Now, Oscar wasnât a jealous guy by any means. On the contrary he was always quite calm and collected, so he thought heâd be fine. Secretly a little miffed, sure. It was nothing he couldnât handle, but actually seeing you go starry eyed while talking to Charles sparked something inside him. He didnât know how hard he was squeezing the can in his hand until he felt liquid trickling down the sleeve of his fireproofs.Â
âAh, shit.â He muttered, shaking out his arm frustratedly.Â
âStare at her any harder and she might burst into flames, mate.âÂ
Oscar glanced to his left to see Lando standing there, arms crossed over his chest, expectant brow arched.Â
âDunno know what youâre talking about.â Oscar grumbled, moving to toss the now crumpled can into the nearest rubbish bin. Lando looked wildly unconvinced. âWhat?âÂ
âDonât feed me that shit, Oscar, youâre way too easy to read for me to believe youâre not absolutely fucking in love with Y/N.âÂ
Oscar made an offended noise from the back of his throat. âI am not easy to read.âÂ
âMate, youâre the openest book in the history of open books right now.âÂ
âOpenest isnât a word.âÂ
âWhatever! Stop deflecting.â Lando scoffed, wrinkling his nose. âYou love her. Tell her that.âÂ
âI canât. I mean, I shouldnât.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
âWhat if itâs too soon? What if she doesnât feel the same way yet?âÂ
âYouâre kidding, right? Please tell me youâre kidding.â Lando groaned, letting his head tilt back in exasperation. Oscar squinted at him, unamused. âOh, youâre serious? Mate, come on. Just today, in the half a day Iâve known her, Iâve seen the way she looks at you when youâre not looking. I see the way you look at her when sheâs not looking. Itâs obvious. Youâre both obnoxiously in love with each other, and itâs sickening.âÂ
The corners of Oscarâs mouth lifted into a grin. âReally?âÂ
âOh my god, yes, really. I mean honestly, how dense can you be?âÂ
âA lot, it seems.â Oscar cast another glance at you, feeling a lot better than he had a few minutes ago. You were laughing at something Charles had said, but now all that was running through his mind was how pretty you looked when you laughed. How happy you looked talking to a person you held a lot of admiration for. Professional admiration, nothing more.Â
Part of him felt a little guilty. He shouldâve been supportive the whole time, not sulking around being a jealous little prick thinking you would ever choose Charles over him.Â
âNo point in overthinking it now, bro.âÂ
âSince when did you become such a wise old man?âÂ
âOi, watch it, you muppet. Iâm only two years older than you.â Lando huffed, rolling his eyes. âAnd Iâve always been wise, thank you for noticing.âÂ
âSure you have.âÂ
âTell her.âÂ
Oscar nodded once, accepting the clap on the shoulder Lando gave him. âI will. Thank you.âÂ
âOf course. And if you ever need any more advice, come on down to Landoâs love shack, where you can getââÂ
âLeave now, Iâm begging you.â Lando took the hint, wandering away to go wreak havoc somewhere else, leaving Oscar alone with his own thoughts as he waited for you to finish up. It wasnât long until you were making your way back over, practically aglow with excitement as you approached him. âMade a new best friend, have you?âÂ
You snorted, clearly amused. âOh, of course. Weâve already arranged to go on a double date when weâre all in Monaco at the same time.âÂ
âHa ha, very funny. You do know Ferrariâs one of our top competitors, right?â Oscar laced his fingers through yours once more, letting your joined hands swing between the two of you as you walked.Â
âYou know what they sayâkeep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Consider my blossoming friendship with Charles your way into the heart and soul of Ferrariâs strategies. Youâre welcome.âÂ
You were just joking, of course, and it made Oscar smile. Lando was right. Oscar was in love with you. He tugged you off the main path suddenly, leading you to a more secluded area between motorhomes.Â
âOsc? Whatâre youââ You were entirely cut off by him stopping in his tracks, and before you could comprehend what was happening, he was kissing you. He curled a hand around the back of your neck, the other coming up to cup your cheek gently.Â
It was by all means a sweet kiss, but a completely unexpected one nonetheless. Oscar had never been a public display of affection sort of guy before, so for him to kiss you out of the blue where anyone could see youâŚwell, let's just say there was a first time for everything.
To say you were taken aback was an understatement. You let out a noise of surprise, but returned his kiss wholeheartedly as soon as you realized what was happening.Â
âThat was new.â You breathed as soon as he pulled away, splaying your palms across the firm plane of his chest to steady yourself after heâd kissed the living daylights out of you. Oscarâs eyes fluttered open slowly, a dazed grin stretching his lips. âYou feeling alright, babe?âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
Immediately, you beamed, lighting up faster than a bonfire on a warm Melbourne night. âYeah?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âWell, itâs about damn time you said it.â You poked his chest playfully, stifling a giggle at the way he did the biggest double take ever at your words.Â
âYouâhang on, what?âÂ
âI was waiting for you to be the one to say it first.â You shrugged. Oscarâs brow scrunched in confusion now. âDidnât wanna scare you off and lose one of the best things in my life.âÂ
âSoâŚyou do feel the same way?âÂ
You reached up, smoothing a stray curl away from his forehead fondly. âDo I love you? âCourse I do. I think Iâve loved you since the first time we met.âÂ
âThat was a good one, I shouldâve said that. Youâre so much better at this than I am.âÂ
âWhat can I say? Iâve got the best just some guy as my inspiration.âÂ
âI see what you did there. Thatâs gonna become a thing now, isnât it?âÂ
âOh, Osc,â You sighed, patting his cheek affectionately. âIt already has.âÂ
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content: boyfriends who would flash their headlights before leaving through the driveway, as their way of saying they love you.
note: i really love the concept & idea of a bf so i wrote this.
ps. i still canât believe that men arenât real :c
Itâd become your ritual by now, this endless loop of âI love you moreââsomething you both say especially when you know youâll miss each other, even if itâs just for a few hours.
Today was no different.
You leaned against the doorway, still wrapped in the warmth of his last hug, and watched him shoot you that mischievous grin that always made your heart flutter as he walked backwards away from you.
âIâm gonna miss you,â he said, his voice softer than his grin suggested as he took another few steps back.
Laughing, you said his name fondly. âWeâre literally seeing each other again soon in like⌠five hours.â
âYeah, but that's likeâŚâ he gently shook his head like you didnât understand. ââŚforever.â he added, a small feigned frown forming on his face after.
You rolled your eyes playfully, but with a soft smile, you reminded him, âWhat matters is that at the end of the day, youâll be back in my arms.â
And just like that, his expression softened, eyes warm as he took in those words.
âFine⌠I love you.â he said as he was taking another step back, and by now, itâs instinctive â so with a sly smile, you fired it right back at him, no hesitation. âMmm, I love you more.â
He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head once more as he started toward his car, already knowing where this was headed. âOkay, you know Iâm not gonna let you win this one, right?â
âOh, you just keep telling yourself that babe,â you teased lightly, a warm laugh slipping out.
"Only âcause itâs true,â his grin widened as he opened the car door. But before getting in, he lifted his hand to draw a quick heart over his chest, then pointed back at you as his way of sayingâitâs all yours. And just to make sure you knew, he added, âThat means I love you more."
He got you there, you couldnât lie. Shaking your head, you decided to let him think he had the last word by nodding and even giving him a little wave as he climbed into the car. Once he settled in, you made a quick and small âbuckle upâ gesture to remind him to, and he caught it right away. Through the windshield, you could see him mouth a âoh oopsâyes, ma'amâ before that. And you noticed he never took his eyes off you as he clicked it in place, giving you a double thumbs-up with a boyish grin after.
Still smiling, you lifted your hand, making a little phone gesture by your earâanother silent reminder for him as you also mouthed a, âCall me when you get there, okay?â
He laughed, nodding exaggeratedly, as if he had no intention of forgetting as he started the engine. Already, you could feel that warm tug in your chest, the one that happens when you start missing him.
As he starts backing out onto the road, you couldnât help it â you thought it softly, adding his name with those three words.
And then, as if he somehow heard you, his headlights flashed oneâtwoâthreeâfour times at you with a smile and a wave, just before he fully backed out from the driveway to the road. A quick, unmistakable, quiet message of:
âI love you too.â
As you stood there waving back to him, your heart grew full when you processed it, a peaceful, quiet joy filling you as you watched him go.
The moment was so tender, because he was pretty much saying, âIâll always find a way to say it back.â
And honestly, you wouldnât have had it any other way.
After his car had disappeared down the road, you headed back inside the house, settling onto the couchâthat same small panging feeling of missing him coming back again. When suddenly, an impulse struck, and with a smirk, you whipped out your phone to quickly type out:
âš donât think iâm letting you off that easily tho babe đ¤ i still love you the most đŠââ¤ď¸âđâđ¨
Seeing your text at the next stoplight, he smiled to himself like a fool.
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⢠best friend Stray Kids saving you (or being saved by you) from a bad date | Seungmin x you
Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Jeongin
genre: friend to (implied) lovers
warnings: non graphic shitty date, nothing too specific
These have been the worst two weeks of your life. And itâs not just to say it. Sure, maybe other people had it worse, but yours was bad!
First: your boss blamed you for his mistakes in front of all your colleagues.
Second: you were so mad at him, you drank a bit too much (but apparently not enough to forget it) and decided it was the perfect moment to finally confess your love to your friend Seungmin.
He rejected you.
Something about being friends and not being the right moment and honestly? You stopped listening after having grasped the direction of his answer. Being rejected is the worst, and also the reason why you waited almost ten months to confess.
Third: you decided to go out with the first guy you met on a dating app just to try and forget about Seungmin and the awkward tension following your confession. And this is just the cherry on top: the guy was such an asshole you literally had to ran away from him and, in doing so, you:
1. Lost your purse
2. Fell down the stairs, slippery from the rain, spraining your ankle
3. Had to contact the last person you wanted to talk to, asking for his help.
So youâre now waiting for Seungmin, sitting at a small coffee shop, your penchant for keeping spare change on all your coatsâ pockets is finally paying you back and you have just enough to order a scorching hot coffee to warm yourself.
Your ankle hurts and you hit your elbow on the stairs but youâre too scared to check it out. All this is less worse than the fact that you had to call him. Calling Seungmin is humiliating, but all your other friends are either out of town or too far to help you.
As you go to check the time on your phone, only a black display stares back at you. Because of course you forgot to charge your phone, why would something be in your favor? Luckily, itâs only a few minutes later when you see Seungmin enter the coffee shop.
âSorry I had to call youâ, you say as a greeting.
âYou keep apologizing, itâs dumb.â Of course it is. Taking a deep breath you stand up trying not to put too much weight on your bad ankle and start walking towards the door. After just a couple of steps, Seungminâs hand is on your arm, stopping you. âIf you hurt your ankle, we should go to the hospital.â
âNo, no thanks. A trip to the hospital is the last thing I need, right now. I just need my bed and to forget the last two weeks.â You try to walk but heâs holding you again, preventing you from going far.
âAt least donât walk on it.â
âAm I supposed to jump on my good foot? Iâm wearing high heels.â You show him your heeled boots but itâs not enough to deter him.
âJust-â he doesnât finish his sentence but bends a little and in a second he scoops you up, one arm behind your knees and one behind your back. Your crush, to whom you confessed just a few days ago, just picked you up bridal style.
Nor your complaints or your attempts of being put down are effective, and Seungmin carries you to his car, setting you with your feet back on the ground just outside the car door. God, this is so awkward.
Once in the car, heâs quiet but youâre so tense you just open your mouth and start speaking.
âIâm sorry I texted you,â you apologize again, âI just-â
âHow did you hurt your ankle?â
âI fell from the stairs, they were slippery from the rain.â
âWere you rushing somewhere?â
This is weird. You havenât talked to him since the whole fiasco. You used to talk to him daily, silly conversations and serious talks; and now you havenât talked for almost 10 days and you miss him so much, but how are you supposed to act after he rejected you?
âI was running away, actually.â
âFrom?â Heâs driving, but every now and then he turns his eyes on you.
âFrom a guy I was on a date with.â
He wants to press down on the brakes right there and then, wants to scream at you and pinch whoever this guy is. But he knows itâs his fault. At least partially. He did reject you. True, he did it because you confessed and all he could think about was all the time he spent crushing on you (maybe even loving you?) and how it would inevitably end up with him hurting you, because you deserve better and heâs not boyfriend material. How can he give you what you deserve? Heâs busy, dating openly would be dangerous for you, and youâre so pretty it hurts.
âDid he- what did he do?â
âNothing that requires calling the police. But he was not a nice guy and to get out I left my bag there.â
âAre you okay? Ankle excluded.â
âYes. Thanks for picking me up.â Why is it so hard? âI-â You what? You miss him? You want him? You wanna go back to when you hadnât confessed?
With a dry exhale, he puts his blinkers on and tersely pulls over. He turns off the car and turns to face you properly, a serious expression on his pretty face.
âYou went on a date and the guy was so terrible you had to run away. And got hurt in the process. How is this okay?â
âMin, itâs not a big deal.â
âYes, it is!â He sounds frustrated, and maybe it's because he had to come pick you up.
âSorry you had to come pic-â
âSTOP FUCKING SAY SORRY!â He never screams at you, not when youâre serious. He rubs his eyes and exhales loudly. âWhere did you even meet this guy?â
âOn a dating app.â
âWhy the fuck are you on a dating app?â
âBecause thatâs how normal people meet someone who they might like.â
âBut you already like someone.â Your blood turns cold, you werenât expecting Seungmin to mention it. Is he mocking you? Wasn't it enough to be rejected?
âSeungmin.â
âYou already like someone so why are you on a dating app?â
âTo forget that someone I like, since itâs unreciprocated.â You mutter, annoyed by this conversation but not knowing how to stop it either.
âWhy are you being so stubborn now?â
âIâm the one being stubborn? What do you want from me Seungmin!â
âNot to give up so fucking easily, maybe!â
âWhy? So I have to suffer even more?â You shake your head and, in another situation, youâd leave this car. âYou donât like me like that, you made that clear.â
âI just said it because I didnât know what to say!â Heâs loud, like he never is. âI canât give you what you deserve, but I donât want you to want other men.â
âThatâs ridiculous.â
âYouâre ridiculous.â
âVery mature, Min.â
âJust donât date.â He says it like it explains everything.
âWhy?â
âBecause!â
âFuck, I canât do this now. Can you just take me home please?â
âHow are you gonna go in with no keys?â
âFuck! Fuck fuck.â How did you not think about that? You have to go back and hope your bag hasn't been stolen. Your moneyâs probably gone, but maybe they left the keys. You rest your forehead against the cold window and take a deep breath.
âYou can stay with me.â Seungmin offers, and his voice is so careful and youâre so tired, you nod and answer with a small yes.
The ride to Seungminâs is quiet, and so is the time spent doing your night time routine. Brushing your teeth side by side, washing your face, trying to be quiet while letting him help you move from one room to another. You did it together lots of times, but now everything is so awkward. Youâre about to ask him for some clothes to sleep in when he speaks.
âWhen I said I couldnât be with you was because I am not fit to be a boyfriend and you deserve someone who gives all he has to make you happy and I donât know if I can be that person. Not because I donât like you, I really like you. I have feelings for you. Not the friend kinda feelings. The wanting-to-kiss-you feelings. And I donât want you to have feelings for someone else. Can you- Can you wait and give me some time?â
You werenât expecting his confession, this is a surprise for you. And itâs stupid that he thinks he doesnât deserve you, cause heâs perfect in your eyes, but youâre not gonna belittle his worries.
âThis is the most Iâve ever heard you talk uninterrupted.â
âThis is all you have to say??â
âYou can have all the time you want, Seungminnie. Just promise to talk to me when you reach a decision.â He nods solemnly, and then he gives you a small smile.
Neither of you knows what will happen, but for now youâll cuddle together under the duvet and leave for tomorrow your worries.
(In a week, he tells you heâll do anything necessary to prevent you from liking other guys. Which includes being your boyfriend and work hard to deserve your feeling. You tell him itâs stupid, because he already deserves them. He doesnât believe you, but he kisses you anyway. Itâs the best kiss of your life and when you call him your boyfriend for the first time, his smile is so bright you might have to invest on some good sunglasses.)
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