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illbegottenfaith · 2 months ago

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that one girl from summer camp

you drive yourself up the wall trying to figure out who your best friend is taking to your year's farewell dinner (theo nott x reader, ft. the Slytherin boys)

a/n - before anyone says it I KNOW they can prob just use magic for whatever they're doing but i feel like that wouldn't make for a very fun fic heheh okay enjoyyy

tropes/warning - fluff, friends to lovers, jealous!reader, happy ending, the Slytherin boys being menaces/irritatingly unhelpful

word count - 2k

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May - the one time of year the air smelt so deliciously of tangerines and escape, freedom so close you could taste it. In the midst of all the finals and packing, you and your friends had volunteered to help prep certain areas of the crumbling castle for a little refurbishment. Now, you were dropping by to visit Theo, who was helping pack the majority of the Restricted Section books into boxes.

"Anyway, Melissa and I should get back to packing," Ivy was saying with him half-listening. "It's awful, Theodore. Our room is such a mess, there's barely enough space for the three of us. Especially on Y/N's side of the room."

You glared at her as Theo bent to tick something else off his list. But she only gave you an exaggeratedly saucy wink.

"I guess we'll just...leave Y/N with you."

She ducked as you you brandished a book at her threateningly. You weren't going to let her hear the end of it later.

Melissa had the good sense to steer Ivy towards the exit, who was now making exaggerated kissy faces despite your scowl. Lucky for you, Theo hadn't caught much of it. He glanced up as Ivy was noisily leaving, looking a little lost. You pointed at his box.

"Want some help?"

And so the two of you spent the better part of the next hour emptying It felt nice to watch him work, unbothered - how he distractedly pushed his hair back when he was thinking a little hard, how he hummed when he forgot you were only a few shelves away, how he'd take in a particularly deep breath if he was deeply absorbed in something.

"I can't believe we're finally graduating. I thought it would never end," you sighed, taping a box closed. "Are you staying for the farewell dinner?"

"Yeah." Theo said distractedly, frowning at his list. You watched him carefully.

"Are you...taking anyone?"

Theo's head jerked up.

"What?"

You flinched, startled. You could feel the back of your neck growing warm as you hastily started to explain. "To the dinner. Are you going with someone? It's just, I was wond - "

"Oh." Was it just you, or did he look a little relieved? "Yeah. I mean, yes, I'm hoping to take someone. Someone special. I haven't asked her yet, though."

You put your stack of books down, giving Theo a sidelong glance. He had to be talking about you. Was this him being coy?

"And who exactly is this mystery someone?"

Theo waved a hand dismissively. "No one, really. Just this girl I met at that summer camp. The one after first year, remember?"

Of course you remembered. It had been like one big sleepover for all the first-years, free to explore the castle and terrorise the House head without the threat of finals or detentions (not that a certain greasy-haired professor still didn't try). It was one of your fondest memories, marred only slightly by this girl with dark, deep-set eyes and an unfortunate bowl-cut, bob-esque haircut who constantly followed you and your friends around.

You also remembered that you had only met Theo in your third year, in a shared Herbology class, a good two years after the camp. All of a sudden, your tongue felt too big for your mouth.

"Oh," you said, stupidly. Because what else could you say?

"It only seems fitting after all these years." Theo continued, oblivious to the embarrassment washing over you, scooping up your stack of books like it weighed nothing.

Your face fell. "Right."

You busied yourself with the next shelf of books, and the next, and the next. The two of you worked in silence. You wondered if he noticed how quiet you had become.

"We're out of boxes," Theo said after a while. "I'll have to go get more. Meet back here in 15?"

He was already halfway out the door before you could respond.

You decided a little fresh air would help. In the courtyard, Mattheo was covering the walls with a fresh coat of paint with a few others, a smudge of paint on his nose.

"Mattheo," you called out, walking over to him. "You have a little - "

He looked up inquisitively just as another dollop of paint dripped off the roller and landed on his hair.

"Never mind."

"How goes the library?" he asked, pausing his work. You shrugged.

"Alright. Boring. Fine."

He hummed noncommittally. "Just fine? No...scintillating conversation?"

Mattheo's tone was deceptively casual as he turned back to his work, dunking his roller into the bucket of paint. You narrowed your eyes at the boy suspiciously.

"You know something," you concluded.

"I should hope so, after seven years in this place," Mattheo responded coolly.

"You know who Theo's taking to the dinner."

He paused his dunking efforts, looking genuinely surprised.

"You don't?"

"You do?"

He hesitated, trying to look exceptionally engrossed in wringing out the excess paint.

"Maybe."

"Maybe? Either you know or you don't. Which is it?"

"I might know. I might not," Mattheo continued in that irritatingly smug tone. "But if I did know, I wouldn't be telling you."

You rolled your eyes. "Rude."

He smirked. "It's the truth."

"What's the truth?"

You looked over your shoulder to see Draco walking towards the two of you, lazily tossing an apple. Maybe you'd have better luck with him.

"You wouldn't happen to know who Theo's taking to the farewell, dinner, would you?"

"Not you, that's for sure," he replied almost immediately, taking a generous bite of his apple.

"I know that," you muttered, your voice faltering a little. Merlin knows he had made that exceptionally clear. You cleared your throat awkwardly. Mattheo glared at Draco.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the Astronomy Tower?"

"I'm taking my break."

"Well, go take your break somewhere else. Like with the ferrets."

"Hey," Draco said, the tips of his ears turning faintly pink. "That was one time, and as far as I'm concerned, it was nothing short of child abuse - "

"Animal abuse, more like."

You left the boys to bicker as you morosely drifted back towards the library. If only someone would tell you.

Someone you could trust to be telling the truth.

In a fit of inspiration, you changed course, walking in the opposite direction. What you needed, you had decided, was someone in Theo's inner circle who couldn't bear to lie.

You watched Blaise step out of the Slytherin common room from a short distance away, near the shifting staircases. He was fiddling with his watch but stopped short as soon as he saw you. You smiled cheerily.

"Zabini," you started breezily.

"No."

The boy held out a hand in warning. You frowned at him, appalled.

"Zabini," you said, much more impatiently, taking a step towards him. He let out a strangled sort of sound and stepped back.

"No. I already told Theo I want no part in this - this game of yours."

You scoffed. Someone had to have given him a heads up. "Was it Draco? Was he the one who told you?" That slimy eyesore of a snitch.

"It doesn't matter," Blaise was saying, more preoccupied with finding a way out now that you were drawing closer, closing in on him. "I want nothing to do with it. This is between you and Theo."

You laughed weakly.

"Honestly, Blaise. I just want to have a little chat with you! There's nothing wrong with that. Why are you - where are you going? Why are you walking away from me? Blaise? Why are you run - Zabini! Stop running! TELL ME WHO THEO'S TAKING TO THE - "

Unfortunately, you weren't half the track star Blaise was, and yelling while sprinting at full speed was more than your lungs could take. You decided to take a little breather on the steps, hatefully watching him disappear into the convoluted network of staircases with the most awful stitch in your chest.

"I got the boxes," Theo said brightly as you walked in, "and water."

You were too exhausted to even pretend to be fine. "I'm not thirsty," you mumbled, turning your back to him in dismissal. Theo paused, uncertain.

Though, you thought after a moment, you were feeling a little parched, what with all that running.

"Give me that."

Theo handed the bottle over.

"Are you okay? You look a little..."

You shook your head.

"It's nothing. I've just been running around the castle." Like an idiot.

Theo looked confused. It was a frustratingly adorable look on him. "Whatever for?"

You sighed. You pulled him into the chair next to yours, looking him squarely in the eye.

"Nott."

"L/N," he echoed in a completely serious tone, looking like he was enjoying this more than he should.

"I'm going to be straight with you."

"You do that."

"I need you to be straight with me."

"I'll try my best, ma'am."

"Okay. Why won't you tell me who you're taking to the dinner?"

Theo opened his mouth, but then closed it again, as if deciding better of his response. You hated it. You couldn't remember the last time you kept something from him, other than the very big Something you felt about him, and it felt horrible to have him keep something from you.

"Do you not want me to know?" you asked a little pitifully. You wouldn't like it one bit, but you'd learn to accept whoever it was Theo had taken a fancy to. That's what friends did.

"I do want you to know," he said earnestly. "Trust me, I do, more than you know."

"So tell me."

"You."

"Me what?"

"You. I'm taking you."

You stared at him, silent. He stared back, face equally inscrutable. What kind of sick joke was he playing? Hadn't he embarrassed you enough? You could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You worried your bottom lip.

"First you won't tell me who you're taking, now you're making fun of me? Is this all a big joke to you? Do you find this funny?"

"A little."

You stood up. Maybe your reaction wasn't making a lot of sense to either of you, but you had had enough. He finally spotted the gleam in your eyes.

"Wait - Y/N, please, I did mean to ask you. This afternoon."

"Enough with the lying, Teddy. This isn't funny anymore."

"But I'm not lying." He looked so distraught, you almost felt sorry for him.

"Draco already said it wasn't me."

The concern knitted into his face almost instantly evaporated. "Malfoy lied? For fun?" He deadpanned. "Alert the presses."

You floundered. "Well - erm - you said you met her at camp. We only met in third year Herbology."

Theo shook his head, mystified.

"No," he said slowly, "we met at the camp. I'm sure of it." He cocked his head. "Do you seriously not remember me?"

"All I remember is this one - " your heated words died on your lips as you finally out two and two together. That had been no little girl, but a little boy, with hair as wavy and soft and dark as Theo's.

"We did meet at camp," you corrected yourself. "We did." You had to hold back a laugh. "My - my mistake. We met at the camp."

Now he was watching you suspiciously.

"What's so funny?" he asked testily.

You just shook your head, swallowing your smile.

bonus (a few months later):

"Girl?" Theo echoed, scandalised, flipping through your photo album. The two of you were in your dorm, sitting side by side on your bed while Theo looked through your album and you - well, you were just enjoying staring at your boyfriend and his handsome side profile. Your heart gave a giddy jolt. Boyfriend. You'd never tire of hearing the word.

"You thought I was a girl?"

You rolled your eyes. "In my defence, your voice was at a much higher pitch back then. Also, you were 11. I was 11. So..."

Theo shook his head slowly, mumbling disbelievingly under his breath.

"Look - " you pulled the album from his lap towards you. "See, your hair's a little long, so it kind of looks like a bob, and it's sort of overwhelming on your face, which is - "

"What about my face?" Theo asked in a half-injured tone. You grinned. He could be so sensitive sometimes.

You put aside the album, leaning in close enough to see the faint freckles dusting his nose, the faded birthmark near the corner of his eye. You pressed a kiss to your cheekbone.

"Nothing. It's perfect."

#theo nott #theodore nott #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott fluff

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tgcg · 1 year ago

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tell your loved ones

-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 12:01 --

TG: hey im on the john

JOHN: hey, dave is taking a dump.

TG: taking a shit just so were clear

JADE: jeez!!!!!!! even when im not online i have to hear about it

TG: i know you care so youre first to know

JOHN: i'm just giving you a heads up for the bajillion messages you will definitely have about this when you get home.

EB: god, thank you. that is awesome. dave fans everywhere are gonna go NUTS for this truth nugget.

EB: hey, i am at the store with jade!

TG: tell her the news

EB: i did as soon as you first pinged me, don't worry.

TG: hell yeah see you just fucking get it

JADE: well tell him i say congrats!

EB: she says congrats.

EB: also that you left your "yeah! woo!" machine at her place.

EB: and that you are gross and smell like a dog took a dump on a fart even when you aren't crapping during our conversations.

TG: goddamn

EB: jk that last bit was me heheh. but she nodded!

EB: so anyways, a yeah woo machine?

EB: what the hell even IS that?

JADE: its more or less a machine that yeahs and woos

TG: its basically a machine that yeahs and woos

EB: ok, yeah, that is pretty much exactly what jade said too. apparently this is supposed to be obvious.

JADE: its pretty self explanatory!

TG: pretty self explanatory stuff

TG: anyways im gonna tell karkat this time i think im ready for that

EB: oh shit (LOL), that's a pretty big deal, right? good luck dude.

-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 12:03 --

TG: ok karkat can i be unbelievably candid with you is dj crabapple ready for this

TG: this is a really big deal for me but like no pressure

CG: SHIT, IS EVERYTHING OK?

CG: DO I NEED TO COME OVER THERE.

TG: no no its good i just really need to confess something

CG: WHATEVER IT IS, TELL ME. I'M HERE.

TG: alright

TG: deep breath strider

TG: im dropping mad logs like bars in the ablution block vantas

TG: shit is on fire

TG: downright heretical like a shat outta hell

TG: and since im feeling penitent i figure our pesterlogs are pretty much akin to a confessional booth right

CG:

-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 12:04 --

TT: Hey Dave.

TT: Are you, by any chance, taking a shit right now?

TG: damn word spreads fast on the information superhighway

TT: Yes, I have had the news forwarded to me via this bountiful virtual dimension of knowledge and culture we call the World Wide Web by a fellow enthusiast, one ectoBiologist.

TT: Frankly I'm heartbroken you didn't come to me about it first.

TT: Please, divulge to your loving sister the nature of your bowel movements, in exhaustive detail. Highlights in a notarized list, an overall ranking grade of your experience, whether you would recommend it to your friends, et cetera. These would be among my most pertinent avenues of inquiry.

TG: you were next on the mailing list rose im already on it

TG: boutta weave a verbal tapestry no holds barred just for you about my rambunctious foray down in brown town

TG: stay tubed

TT: Thank god. I don't know what I would do if I couldn't peruse your commodal follies like the morning gazette.

TG: dont act like this has educational value rose

TG: we all know my daily bullshit has got a laugh track

TG: like damn what kind of gazettes are you getting

TT: The best kind, Dave. Only the best kind.

TG: thanks for the vote of confidence

TG: wait gimme a sec karkat pinged

TT: Of course. I understand it's quite a big deal for you.

CG: OK.

CG: SINCE THIS APPARENTLY SKIRTS THE FRESHEST BUDS OF OUR BRO-DOM'S BURGEONING FROND NUB, I *ALSO* HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO SHARE.

CG: I HOPE YOUR REFLECTIVE ABLUTION VAULT IS STOCKED WITH FUCKING RUMBLESPHERE TRANQUILIZERS, BECAUSE THIS EXCHANGE IS ABOUT TO GET SHITHIVE MAGGOTS.

CG: LISTEN CAREFULLY.

TG: whats up

CG: I AM ALSO ON THE LOAD GAPER RIGHT NOW.

TG: oh shiiit

CG: DON'T UNCLENCH YOUR EXPLOSIVE FUCKING SEED FLAP JUST YET, BECAUSE THERE'S *MORE*!

CG: I AM *ALSO* TAKING A CRAP.

TG: oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

CG: OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

#dave strider #karkat vantas #davekat #homestuck #john egbert #rose lalonde #jade harley #june egbert #j egbert #comix #tell your loved ones #idm if this isnt rly well written i just did it 2 make myself giggle

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coff-in · 1 year ago

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Ok but big dick reluctant sex maniac andrew graves (wow I can't believe I just typed that) x reader with somnophilia. Reader waking up with Andrew apologizing, having already pumped several loads into them because he just can't help it. Reader's a deep sleeper, so he likes to keep count of just how long it takes them to wake up each time. He says he's reluctant, but he sure as hell doesn't look like it when folding a sleepy reader in half and going "Just one more time, okay?" Oh my god him doing this with baby sister reader and going "You can handle one more time for big brother, right?" He does so much for her and Ashley, the least his baby sister could do for him is to not let him suffer from his big, needy endowments nymphomania alone. I've been cackling through this entire ask I'm somehow simultaneously horny and horrendously amused.

notes from coff-in: HEHEHE >:) yes YES!!! i honestly like the idea of somnophilia (both consensual and non-consensual) like, yeah go ahead and use me while i sleep :)

[fem] reader-insert, NSFW, incest

it's honestly so hot to me imagining andrew pounding away at [reader]'s tight hole in the middle of the night. she and ashley are heavy sleepers so no one but andrew can hear the wet plaps of his hips meeting [reader]'s, his thick and throbbing cock repeatedly pushing in and out of her. the room is dark and air is heavy. his pants and groans are soft as to not wake them up, but it doesn't really matter anyway. he's came how many times now? three, four? it doesn't really matter as this next one causes [reader] to stir from her slumber.

"mm--" she gasps under andrew as she registers the insertion between her legs, "a-an--"

"shhh!" he cuts her off, sweat dripping down his nose as he keeps her caged between his arms, "shh! shh... just one more time, okay? 'm sorry, babe, 'm sorry. just one more and we'll be done." [reader] starts to moan and andrew fucking kebabs her on his dick. with every thrust, another glob of cum seeps out of her twitching hole.

he kisses her with tongue as he cums for, hopefully, the last time that night. her moans are swallowed as he overfills her insides again, his balls twitching at the release. they part with saliva connecting their lips together as he sits his cock inside of her, panting at the sight of his ruined baby sister underneath him. he huffs playfully and brushes a few strands of sweat slicked hair away from her face, "such a good baby sister, helping you big brother out."

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coff-in

#cobweb in the coffin #tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley #andrew graves #tcoaal x reader #the coffin of andy and leyley x reader #andrew graves x reader #im insane #and im proud of it

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thelov3lybookworm · 4 months ago

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Alone

Day 2: character A has a little too much o drink and character B is left to take care of them. Or maybe not?

Summary: Surrounded by the soft, cold wind, and bottles.

By herself.

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Word Count: 444 (lol)

Warnings: a bit of angst ig? heh

A/n: this is a tinyyyyy one BUT THIS IS YUM I THINK HEHEHE its kinda angsty 😋

my entry for day 2 of @starfallweek hehe

ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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He wasn’t coming to save her, Y/n knew.

Azriel had been one of the ones who cared. Always.

Y/n wasn’t in bed by her bedtime? Azriel was there, knocking on her door. She coughed more than once when eating? He was bringing her healing potions, thinking she caught a cold. She stared at a distance too long and didn’t smile as wide when Cassian told a joke? He was there, asking her if she was okay. She went out with Mor and Cassian and had a little too much to drink?

He was right there, guiding her to bed before she could walk into a wall.

So why, when now, she lay on the tallest, highest terrace in the house of wind, surrounded by nothing but her thoughts, the gentle, cold breeze and at least three bottles of liquor- two of them already empty- did he not show up?

She knew why.

The newer additions to the Inner circle kept him busy now. It was no longer just the five of them. Now there was Feyre, Nesta, and the ever beautiful Elain.

And Y/n couldn’t bring herself to dislike the middle Archeron sister. She was just so sweet, so beautiful and kind, and Y/n was… whatever she was. She wasn’t down there, mingling and laughing with the crowd as Elain was.

Instead, she lay on the hard, solid floor, staring up at the journeying stars with tears dripping down the side of her eyes, rolling into her hair, her hand clasped around the neck of a glass bottle. So fragile, so easily shattered.

She did not know if she was thinking of the bottles or herself as she lay there in her expensive, shimmery outfit.

‘Which one do you think I should get? Blue or green?’

‘Blue.’ He said, without taking his eyes off of the one adorned in the pink dress, holding another in her hands. He didn’t notice his oldest friend stiffen, glancing at him uncertainly, before nodding, wondering why he hadn’t told her to get the green one, knowing she liked the colour more than blue.

‘Az, we’ll spend the day together tomorrow, right? We’ve been doing it for cen-’

‘Yes, yeah sure.’

Despite the words, the tone was dismissive. And Y/n nodded after a moment, hoping he followed through.

After all, it had been their thing, to sit together under the open sky and watch starfall together, sharing secret, quiet laughter.

But… Now she lay there, in a dress she hadn’t even wanted to choose. By herself, all alone. Drunk out of her mind.

And this time, Azriel would not be coming to save her.

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aninipanin1 · 4 days ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐃

Synopsis: In which, everyone thinks you and Itoshi Sae are dating. Or are you two really?

Notes: Kinda considering doing this with other players, specifically the NG11 players. hehehe. Anyways, enjoy this because Sae has been rotting in my mind lately. P.S. This fic is supposed to be longer, but I couldn't stretch it anymore cause my phone started lagging due to how much the word count was lol

"Hello, Madrid!"

A whispery greeting left your lips the moment you left the confines of the aeroplane. The airport was packed with people from foreigners like yourself to citizens of the country, awaiting family members or friends coming.

It was definitely chaotic, but the sense of adventure at coming to a different country and learning something new about the sports you were in love with.

It had been a week since the end of the Neo Egoist League, and Ego decided that the best way for you to spend your vacation time whilst learning is to head to Spain where you would be spending time with a supposed someone who will help you better.

Now, who that someone was is a mystery to you. All Anri said in the letter was that the person will 'meet you there.' Whatever there meant.

Sitting in the waiting area of the airport, you looked around in hopes of finding somewhere you could eat due to your stomach grumbling loudly. Stacking all of your bags on top of your luggage, you were about to head out when you hear a familiar voice call your name.

"Y/n."

"Sae-san? What are you doing here?!"

You turned around in shock seeing the redhead midfielder standing there, wearing a simple button-up shirt, slacks, and a mask.

Relieved and excited to see a familiar face, you ran up to him and bowed politely, giving him a cheerful smile.

"It's been a while since we last saw each other! Again, why are you here? Are you going for a flight too?"

"No. Did Ego not tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"I'll be the one helping you."

You blinked once and then twice, trying to take in the information. Your blank expression is also turning Sae confused. Wait, he meant that the supposed mentor you would be learning from is THE Itoshi Sae?!

"I...oh...I didn't expect...that."

Unbeknownst to you, the look on your face made Sae a little worried. Wait, were you disappointed that it was him? You sound like it. What if you were? Surely, you weren't. If you were, that would hurt him he won't lie.

After all, he may or may not have celebrated when Ego called him to tell him about the Blue Lock Director's plan for you.

Yeah, no, he definitely did not jump up like a weirdo from his couch when the phone call ended. Nope, no one saw that, so it means it never happened.

In your eyes, though, Sae still looked the same. Straight and poker face as if nothing changed, though if you only tried to look deeper in his emerald eyes, then maybe you would have seen the complicated doubts he had.

"Anyways though, thank you for accepting me, Sae-san. I know you are really busy, but I'm really excited about our time together!"

He nods his head before picking up all your bags in his hold, to which you were about to protest, but he only gave you a look. One that is not his usual glare, a little softer than that, but hard enough to tell you that any arguments would not be taken into consideration.

"Let's go. Have you eaten yet?"

"Uh no...I was just about to."

"Then let's eat somewhere. Not here, though. There are better food outside the airport."

Holding your luggage in one arm while gripping your wrist on the other, he guided you through the crowd of people like a professional as if he was used to doing it.

Well, he probably was considering he is very popular and crowds are something you have to learn how to interact with as someone famous.

Outside the airport awaited black car that someone rented for you and Sae. He said that it was to avoid the discomfort of changing vehicles.

"Go in. I'll take care of your luggages."

"Huh? Oh no no! I can help-"

"You look tired from the jet lag, just let me."

The redhead opened the door to the car for you, nudging his head, signalling you to enter the car. Feeling the pressure of Sae's teal eyes looking at you, you just obeyed and entered the car before watching him put your luggage on the back as if it didn't weight anything.

"Let's go. We'll just eat somewhere close to your hotel. Its a bit far from here, so you can rest in the meantime."

He sat beside you, giving a small nod to the driver who started the car. You nodded at his suggestion.

Though, throughout the ride, you never did sleep too busy looking out the window like a child. The streets looked alien in your eyes, from the architecture to the people. Everything made you even more excited to stay in the city.

Meanwhile, Sae could only watch from beside you with a softer than normal look. The way your head moved from right to left every once in a while due to something catching your attention made him feel some type of giddiness in his stomach.

God, you were just adorable.

"There are better places for sightseeing, we can always visit if you want."

"Really?! Eh...but aren't you busy?"

"I can always find a day where I'm free. I'll be fine."

He pat your head once before retracting it the moment he realized what he just did, turning his head on the window beside him with pink cheeks.

You were not fairing any better as you feel your cheeks heat up at the sudden and unexpected gesture from the redhead, copying his move and trying to focus your mind on the sights outside instead.

Meanwhile, the driver found himself chuckling softly, shaking his head at the display he saw when he decided to peek at the rearview mirror.

Young love really is just as awkward and bright as he remembered it.

"The bed is so soft... I'll definitely miss it once I come back to Japan."

A soft frown escaped your lips as you stood up from the messy bed of the hotel to prepare for the day. It had been two days ever since you arrived in Spain, and it had been good so far.

The place was very beautiful, and you were in awe about how drastically different it was than Japan. It was a bit hot during this time. You won't lie, but it was not something you could not handle.

However, you were more focused on today's agenda. Sae told you he will be free today, and so, the training you were supposed to be undergoing will commence today.

For the past few days, you wondered what type of training it was. Was it something related to the fact you were once a midfielder and Sae is one currently? Because that was the only thing you have in common with Sae that you could think of.

"Whatever, I trust Sae-san! He won't let me down!"

After an hour or so of preparing for the day, you hear your phone ping signalling that someone messaged you.

Sae:

I'm at the lobby of your hotel.

'Wha...He didn't even tell me when he was about to head out. Classic Sae-san...'

You sweatdropped at his message. Thankfully, you dressed up early, or else you might have made him wait for a long time.

Heading down on the elevator, you headed to the large and luxurious lobby where you saw a familiar mop of redhead. For someone who is going to a football field and possibly going to be running around, he was dressed up pretty nicely.

Hair tidy, shirt crisp as if an iron just ran through them a few minutes ago, face weirdly calm as he typed away something on his phone.

He looked awfully handsome, and well, it should not be a surprise, but it was to someone like you who never paid much attention to people's looks.

"Sae-san, good morning! I'm ready to go..."

"Good. Let's get going, we have a tight schedule today."

The day was eventful, to say the least.

For your first stop, Sae took you to a nearby park where he made you watch, analyze, and predict how a group of kids' play will go.

It was surprisingly interesting, seeing as kids were blank slates. No coaching, no rules, just their creativity and basic knowledge of the sport. It was adorable and albeit difficult on your part.

After that, he brought you to a part of the park where he made you play with the ball alongside him. He did the trickiest types of lobs and dribbling before making you catch it with your foot.

For someone who has not played a while, you definitely lacked the stamina and skills to play like you used to.

"As a manager, you should be in tune with what your players may be feeling or experiencing in the pitch. If you can't do that, then you'd ruin the flow of the game. That's why we're playing."

By the end of the first two hours or so, you were already out of breath from all the movements, while the midfielder was not even close to sweating waterfalls like you were.

"C'mon. I'll walk you to your hotel so you can clean up. It's time to eat lunch anyway."

"S-sure...thank you."

With one final deep breath, you picked up your bag and started to follow him back to the hotel. You won't lie, Madrid was a beautiful city, the architecture of the houses is certainly a little different from the ones in Japan.

It did not come to your mind that you might look like a newborn child with how you ogled at everything. Panning your head from left to right, and sometimes even double taking at something that caught your attention.

"Don't get too distracted."

You felt a hand grab your hand, larger fingers gripping your smaller palms as Sae led you through the streets, pulling you away from bumping into people.

Heat rushed through your face at the sudden touch. From how you knew the man, he was not the type to be touchy with anyone no matter who they are and how close they were to him (you would know from Rin's rants).

So where did the sudden hand holding come from? Putting your other hand on your face was enough of a reaction to tell anyone paying attention to you that you did not want anyone seeing your flustered face.

Sae was not safe from this as well. He was as cool and suave as he always was, but inside, he was still a teen that don't have much of a grasp on his hormones and feelings.

With his back turned to you, he felt a little safer from anyone seeing the pink on his cheeks-

Ah, no. He definitely was not blushing. He isn't weak like that.

'I'm just holding her hand. It's not a big deal. Yeah, it isn't a big deal.'

With the crowded city and the maelstorm of feelings, even someone as cautious as Itoshi Sae missed the few sounds of a camera clicking.

"Thank you for taking me here, Sae-san! The food was delicious."

"You don't have to keep thanking me. It's just right to do these things."

He shrugged, taking a sip off his drink. Looking down at the finished plates in front of you two, your mind wandered to try and make everything less awkward.

What starter conversation should you go for? Hmm...

"Did Ego-san approach you to help me with the training?"

"Yes. Though I didn't see the downside of not doing it. I'd benefit from it, too, anyway."

"Benefit you? Why is that...?"

"It's not confirmed yet, so I can't tell you."

You nodded, confused at the mystery he left you with. What did he mean it would benefit him, too? It's not like he will be playing for Japan in the U20 World Cup-

Oh.

Oh, now you felt stupid for not thinking about it immediately. Though, you decided not to tell him about your thoughts to avoid serious conversations on something that has a possibility of not happening.

"But anyways... I enjoyed today! It was really refreshing to play again after so long. I realized how much I missed playing and to even play alongside someone who is a genius like you!"

Sae nodded at that, though you saw the very small twitch that left his eye when you said the word genius.

Wait, did he not like it when someone called him a genius? Did you indirectly insult him? Oh no.

"Uh...sorry if I...offended you."

"No, no. It's my fault for being rude. I know you were complimenting me, and I feel happy with it."

Aww, now the conversation was ruined because of you. Well, at least that was what ran in both your and Sae's minds. Blaming each other for something so trivial.

"No, I understand that some people may not like it when people call them a genius. I can't begin to imagine how the press, especially from Japan spinning this narrative of you being this talented, like you were some type of sports hero, may make the pressure on you heavier."

An unnoticeable twitch in the corner of his lips went past you as he just sighed. He rests his head on his palm, he looked out the window beside you both at the busy afternoon streets.

"Like I said, it's fine. Besides, the reason why I distaste the word genius in context to me is that it's just not factual. I'm not a genius. I make plays not out of luck, talent, or whatever those born with advantages have. I play smarter than that, and idiots like the media would disregard hard work in order to spin whatever narrative they want just to get more clicks."

Jade eyes wavered under the sunlight that poured from the glass window. Sae may look calm and collected, but you know that there must be some sort of tension brewing from his heart.

"You're the farthest away from someone who does not work hard, Sae-san! You have been playing since you were a kid, and the years you developed playing is a huge contribution as to why you are where you are today."

The conversation came back after that, saved by both of your willingness (mostly yours) to get over awkward moments. As you were both busy with talking, you didn't notice the few people that recognized not just Sae, but also you.

"Oh, is that Itoshi Sae? What is he doing here?"

"Yeah, but what about her? Isn't she the Blue Lock manager? Why is she here in Spain?"

"Are they on a date? They look way too close to just be hanging out."

"You don't know. They might be just friends. But, if they are on a date, then they might actually be a real power couple."

Those who recognized you both kept to themselves, though, whispering to their friends about what they thought your relationship was, yet thankfully knowing their boundaries.

If only those things can be said to a certain few hiding behind the facade of just a passerby, yet was already writing on their heads about possible headlines and tabloid articles about this.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Um...this was posted last night, Ego-san." Anri said nervously as she showed the man the posts. Yes, she was a little surprised about it, and that was it, but she knew this misunderstanding could lead to best case scenario, a little scolding from the JFU or worse, being fired.

Ego, on the other hand, shook his head. He knew he should not have trusted that kid. Does he not care about your future in the football scene? This scandal can blow your damn career, seeing as you were the less popular one in this situation hence you were open for not just criticism but control from some unwanted people.

"Ego-san...you don't think that the JFU will fire her-"

"No, they won't, you idiot. Knowing them, they are probably foaming at the mouth with this news, especially that fat dumbass."

Now, Anri was confused. Why would the executives want a scandal like this? Now, for her, if you and Sae were indeed dating, it wasn't much of a problem. But to some fans, especially some rabid fangirls? Yes, it definitely will be.

And that would spell less sales for Blue Lock, or just having some people review bomb the project with negative comments just for this.

"Why would they want this, Ego-san?"

"Don't you see? Itoshi Sae is a talent the JFU has wanted in their hands for some time now, seeing as he's the young face of Japanese football in the world. So to see him be interested and close to a worker of theirs like Y/n, they can turn around and use her for their own greed. Even worse, they'd make a big deal out of this scandal and profit out of it. Just from the reaction in this one post alone, its telling that people are turning heads at this drama."

"Oh... you're right. Adding to that, we have less of a say to her career compared to the players. This is a disaster waiting to happen."

Ego just rolled his eyes at the news before turning back to what he was doing. Whatever, he trusted you enough to know what to say or do when the time comes and what he predicted will turn out to be true.

Though kids these days really do go around romancing early. This is why he doesn't have any kids.

Meanwhile, all across Japan, the news just started trending, and a few eyes saw the post and needless to say, they weren't happy at all.

"Itoshi Sae?! What the fuck?!"

Isagi screamed from the hotel he was in, even accidentally hitting the back on his head on the bed post which made him yelp in pain.

"Wait, that means Y/n-chan is here?! In Spain, too? Maybe I should visit her...but still! She can't be dating him! No!"

In denial, he was as he scrolled obsessively through the comment section of the post.

"No way! No! This is a nightmare!"

Then the pings on his messaging app started. It was from the Blue Locker's groupchat.

As seen by the reaction from the other Itoshi brother in the messages, Rin felt like all of the progress he had from the meditation that Ego made him do has now vanished into thin air the moment he opened his phone.

Maybe the elders were right, it is that damn phone as he nearly crushed the poor gadget in his hand as he read more and more news about ut from different social media platforms.

It did not help that Otoya's comment made him shudder in disgust. Hell no, if someone was going to be your brother in law, that would be Sae, not him.

He was the better brother anyway! If you're going to take the Itoshi last name, then you'll have it because of him, not and NEVER because of Sae.

"Stupid brother, can't even keep his hands to himself. I was with her first."

In another part of Japan, Bachira had the largest frown ever present on his face as he saw the positive comments about you and Sae, saying that if it were ever true, you two will be one, if not the greatest couple that ever touched the sports which made him feel moee insecure than jealous.

Of course you'll like Sae. He was successful at such a young age, with so many accolades and fans adoring him because of who he is.

That was something Bachira could only wish to achieve. He was just starting to get recognition for his talents after all, and it felt like because of this, you were even farther away from him than before.

"Bachira-san! Let's play again!"

He felt the tugs on his shirt, as the kids from the kindergarten jumped up and down, a ball in one's hand as they pointed back to the grassy part of the school.

Putting the best smile on his face, he jumped along with them in excitement.

"Yeah! Let's do it! Last one not on the field has a rotten egg!"

In the Mikage estate, Reo found himself obsessively scrolling on his socials instead of the plays of his fellow Blue Lockers to study.

Its not that he was obsessed over his phone or anything, no he prided in himself on having total control over himself.

Well, except for a few things.

He just could not help but scroll and reload his page, hoping and praying that there is a confirmation from any reliable source about the speculated relationship between you and Sae.

A confirmation that you two, indeed, were just friends and nothing more.

He was nervous. He already lost a friend, he can't lose someone again. And he knows its not comparable at all, Nagi is a friend and you were someone he admired from afar.

But, the nights where you'd find him rolled up in himself due to anxiety, times where even if everyone turned their backs on him, you didn't, it made him hope.

Hope that he can build something between you two. That he wasn't the only one who felt safe and sound around you.

He just did not expect that his time would run out just like that, oh so fast.

On the other side of the world, Michael Kaiser found himself still adjusting to the jetlag of travelling. It had only been 3 days ago since he arrived back in Germany, and well, his sleeping schedule was a little torn apart due to being used to the timezone of Japan.

So he just jumped on the couch nearby and grabbed his phone, and started scrolling in hopes that he's find something worth entertaining him.

There wasn't much that caught his attention until he scrolled to a video with a title that made him stand up from his place.

'Real Madrid's Itoshi Sae and Blue Lock Manager, Y/, L/n, caught dating?'

"What in the actual fuck..."

He wasn't one to watch gossip videos. No, he hates and dont care about them. He doesn't give a shit about what is going on in other people's lives.

But this? Oh, you know he's paying attention.

The first half of the video was boring as hell. It just talked about who you and Sae were. Only halfway through the video did the reporter finally start to talk about the pictures caught of you and Sae around Madrid.

From sitting on benches next to each other, walking hand to hand around the city, to even eating lunch together, the proximity between you two was suspiciously less on the platonic side but leaning towards something more.

By the time the video ended, he did not even notice that he was clenching his fist so tight, moon-like marks already appeared on his palms.

A bitter chuckle left his mouth as he ran his hand through his hair, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of emotions.

"You're ruining me here, häschen."

ADDITIONAL TIME:

"What?! Eh, please calm down-"

"NO! PLEASE! PLEASE TELL US YOU ARENT DATING THAT GUY!"

You don't know what the hell happened for you to be welcomed in the Blue Lock facility once more with most of the boys begging you to confirm that you were still single.

Bachira was clinging to one arm while Shidou clung to the other, as the rest of the boys crowded you, also wanting to hear your side.

"Did he threaten you?! Did he bribe you?! Please tell us you didnt sell our secrets."

"Why would I do that?! And I wasn't dating Sae-san! He was just kind enough to help me train and get through Madrid since it is a foreign country, after all."

A collective sigh of relief was let out from the boys as they all finally calmed down on the interrogation. A smile lit up on your face, thinking that all the commotion was finally solved when Anri revealed herself with a tight smile.

"The PR team wanted to have a talk with you, Y/n-chan..."

She looked nervous, like she didn't want to tell you about it. You paled though, you knew how strict the PR team were when it came to scandals and this misunderstanding (that you found out about just now) was all over the internet!

Oh, dear you are about to get the scolding of a lifetime.

And just as if your luck did not smite you enough, you looked at your phone to see that there were hundreds of missed calls from many different players. Some from your friends from your old school, to some players in the NEL before like Charles, Loki, Lorenzo and Ness.

But most of all, the one with the most calls and text with a whopping 25 missed calls and 32 messages was the Emperor himself: Michael Kaiser.

"Oh dear...what did I get myself into."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet, a small smirk can only appear at the corners of Sae's lips when he sees the tabloids.

He felt bad, bad that he was actually enjoying this while you are probably scrambling around trying to explain to everyone that it was just a misunderstanding.

Looking out the view from his apartment, he sighed at the night sky, feeling like a stupid kid wishing for a fairytale love story of some sort as if he didn't know what the reality was.

"I promise, Y/n...in the near future, we'll have to explain to those stupid paparazzi's that it is not just a misunderstanding anymore."

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

#aninipanin1 #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock x manager!reader #blue lock x reader #bluelockxreader #isagi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #sae x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae #itoshi sae #kaiser x reader #bachira x reader #reo x reader #karasu x reader #chigiri x reader #shidou x reader

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gay-wh0re-slut · 13 days ago

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saw this pic from fanatics fan fest and my brain said ✨teacher-student✨ hehehe

A Little Help

rhea x reader

content: you're learning how to do a new move at wrestling camp but you just can't seem to get it right. Rhea had something in mind to help you put your mind at ease. (SMUT!!!!!!!! with reader as a person with a vagina that uses she/her) it's a bit long and a slow burn but it's good i promise please hang in there please i love you

"Fuck me dude," you say under your breath for what seems like the tenth time.

"You okay, (Y/N)?" your friend asks walking towards you. They've been with you this entire process and even helped you get into the program considering how many medals they've seen on your bedroom walls from past wrestling matches. You appreciated that they pushed you into this but right now you were cursing everything under the sun.

You wiped sweat off your forehead, "W-what?" You turn to face them, not knowing who it was at first. "Oh... yeah..." you sighed. "Well no. I can't get this. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but I do know but my body won't let me do what I need to do....ya know?"

Your friend laughed, "Oooh yeah I know. What are you trying to do?"

"Hear me out-"

"Bruh," they cut you off in the most monotoned voice knowing exactly what you were about to say.

"Bruh!" you laughed, embarrassed. You stepped closer to them so no one could hear you but it didn't matter too much anyway; there were so many grunts and yells and slamming of bodies on mats that it was hard to hear anyway, "I'm trying to Riptide this fucking pillow and I have no clue how she turns them around. And I am not trying to impress her."

They gave you a look.

"Okay fine, maybe a little bit," you looked across the room to the teacher of the day, Rhea Bloody Ripley herself. Today was her day to teach the class. Each class, a different superstar comes in to show their signature move and some other tips and tricks. This wasn't the first time she's been here, but that didn't change your mind about how she made you feel.

"Why don't you just ask for help?" they stretched their arms to make it look like they were doing something.

You follwed suit, "Do you know how big of a fool I would make of myself? Again?! I can't do that! My career would be over because the amount of shame I would feel and the amount of people that would make fun of me and-"

"Woah woah woah. Chill, she's not going to make fun of you for asking a question. You know how nice she is outside of the ring, there's no way. Plus, and I don't want your head to get big about this, but I definitely think she's been eyeing you all day," they smile and gently point at the goth superstar from across the way.

Rhea gave the two of you a gentle smile and nod then went back to talking to a worker at the gym. She was fiddling with a football she found by squeezing it and throwing it up and down, giving her hands something to do. She was wearing a sports bra, her big dark gray jeans with holes at the knees and her chunky platform vans. Her hair was loose and she had little to no makeup on, but she still looked menacing at times.

"There's no way, bro, she's just checking on the class," you turn away from her gaze.

"Right," they rolled their eyes. "Tell me that again after you talk to her," they take a step back hiding a giggle.

"I'm not going to talk to her, its a damn pillow, I can fig-"

"Hey guys!" the unmistakable austrailain accent said behind you.

The world paused around you as you met her eyes. She was like a scene out of a 90s movie as she took the last steps towards you with a fan blowing her hair perfectly, a halo of light behind her, and you swear you could hear a DING as a sparkle animation bounced off her pearly whites. Like nothing else mattered but this 5'9 tattooed woman standing with her hands on her hips in front of you.

"Sorry, she's a bit shy," your friend laughed which shocked you back to reality.

"I couldn't tell with the way she was throwing this poor guy around," her strong arm picked up the pillow with ease.

"Ha. Ha." Was all you could get out. Your mouth was dry, your heart was beating incredibly fast, and somehow you were sweating more than you already were.

"Oh that only happens when she gets used to you," they laughed again.

Rhea laughed with them, "Well, I'd like to see that."

"Yeah! Show her," they said.

You choked on nothing, "I gotta...get some water," you say frantically and speed walked off the mats to the piles of backpacks and water bottles. You mutter "fuck...shit...dammit...fuck" quietly as you walk away.

As you chug your water trying to slow your heart rate, you turn around to see your friend and Rhea talking. They laughed and glanced over at you multiple times. You were hoping and praying to anything that would listen that your friend wasn't saying something embarrassing about you.

Finally catching your breath, you work up the courage to walk back over to them, "sorry about that, realized I hadn't had water in a minute."

"All good!" The austrailian said, "now, show me what you've got," she tossed the body pillow at you.

Catching it at the last second, "uh yeah, okay." You fix your footing, grab the pillow's hand and try to go for the riptide, but you failed again.

"That's all right! Try again! But this time grab it this way. Can I show you? I won't go through with it," she reached her hands out towards you.

"Sure!" and to your surprise and your friend's, she demonstrated it on you instead of the pillow.

You could feel your friend's eyes widen as they gasped quietly covering their mouth trying to act non-chalant about it.

You gasped loudly as she bent you over, grabbed your wrist between your legs and hooked your other arm around hers. "Now see, you were grabbing it like this," the arm she hooked, she switched to how you were doing it, "but it should've been this way," she hooked your arm correctly again.

"Oh!" you exclaimed as she gently let you go.

"Wait can you do that again, please?" Your friend asked, knowing exactly what they were doing.

"Yeah, is that okay with you?" Rhea looked directly into your eyes, as if she was staing into your brain and reading all of your thoughts.

"Y-yeah," you shrug contently.

So she does it again ever so slightly more aggressively and your heart jumps.

"Oooh okay yeah, so when you grab the hand underneath is that the driving force of the lift or..." you friend asks, egging it on longer.

"I'm gonna pick you up a little bit," the woman says quietly to you then back to her normal volume, "it's easier in one quick motion but yes, and no. You gotta use the hooked arm as leverage to turn the person around so that you can slam them down. The bottom grab helps lift them up so that you can turn them," as she was explaining she was genty lifting you up and down and shifting you around as if you weighed nothing.

"Oh I see! That makes much more sense, thank you!" Your friend smiled at you.

The tattooed arms gently set you down and helped you back up, "your turn!"

But before you could say anything back, "TIME'S UP! That's it for today everyone! Say thank you to Rhea for coming in today!" the orginal teacher yelled.

Rhea waved at everyone as they said their praises, "Please, thank you!"

"See you all next week!" The teacher yelled again.

"Damn," Rhea sighed, "and I was hoping you were getting used to me."

"I'll see you later, (Y/N)!" your friend giggled as they walked away from the two of you.

You waved to them as you finally said a full sentence to the wrestler for the first time, "Don't worry I was. But thank you for helping, I was getting really frustrated earlier," you laughed it off.

"I could tell, thats why I walked over here," she smiled, that made your heart melt.

"You got me," you chuckled.

"Follow me. I don't want them to kick us out before the next class," she gestured you to follow.

"Let me get my stuff," you run, grab your stuff and run back.

After what felt like 20 minutes of walking but was really two minutes, she finally spoke up, "I could see that you were tense, so I just wanted to make sure you were all good."

Taken aback by her kindness, which you shoudn't have been, "Y-yeah, I'm good. Just got in my head a bit, but you explained it and I'm pretty sure I got it for next time."

"Good," She held the door to the private locker room they gave her, you didn't even realize where she was taking you because you were so enthralled in her back tattoos, the way she walked, her back muscles, her shoulders, her hair, her hands, her - "I noticed you were favoring your right leg, did you hurt it?" She closed the door, locking it but you didn't notice that part.

"W-what?...Oh, no, I went a little too hard on that leg at the gym, forgot what count I was on, it's just a little sore is all."

'Crazy she saw that. I didn't think she was looking at me at all. Maybe they were right about her staring,' you thought.

"Have a seat, I know some massages that are good for that," her hands pointed to the couch.

"Okay," you hesitated a little but you listened.

"Good girl," her voice was deeper than usual.

Your heart skipped a beat as your legs became weak, you shifted on the couch slightly at her words. She took a sip a water before she walked over and knelt down in front of you sitting on her heels. You sat up straighter and cleared your throat.

"Where does it hurt?" her voice was smooth and low.

"M-my thigh," you choked out, "my quad specifically."

"Mind if I touch you there?"

"Go ahead," you were surprised you were able to talk right now.

She grazed her hands over your thigh feeling your bare skin. You were only wearing booty shorts and a sports bra, that you were totally comfortable wearing but now you felt more exposed than you did before. She gently added pressure as she rubbed your thigh over and over, massaging out the knots.

"Does that feel good?" She looks up at you.

"Mmhmm," you tried to relax everything but it was getting hot in that locker room.

She stopped and placed her hands on both of your thighs, "relax honey," she breathed, "I'm not going to do anything...you don't want me to."

You shifted again, "sorry."

"Don't be," She slowly bowed her head down and kissed your sore thigh.

You gasped and pushed yourself away from her.

She removed her hands quickly, "Sorry I didn't mean to startle-"

"No! N-no, it's...okay."

"You sure?"

"Uh yeah..." You said shyly, "yeah, yes," you said more confidently.

She smiled slyly and replaced her hands, she kissed your thigh again then went back to massaging it. A few minutes passed of her rubbing your sore thigh, you slowly but surely relaxed into her touch. Letting your head lull back on the couch cushion, you were breathing steadily but after a while you were fully relaxed, focusing on her movements. After another moment, she added a lot more pressure than she orginally was and you let out a small moan.

"Ooo, I liked that," she whispered so she added more pressure.

Unvoluntarily, you let out another moan. You realized that it didn't bother you as much anymore, being vulnerable in front of her. Something about her made you calm when you were alone with her. Was it the massage, or the quiet hum of the music from the gym? Either way you have never felt more relaxed. Which was surprising because she made you feel like a school girl with a crush just a few minutes ago.

"There you go. Let's see how far we can go, yeah?" her voice was still so smooth but darker than before.

Her tattooed hands added more and more pressure. Your breathing got heavier, your small grunts and moans became more vocal. You were so hypnotized by her hands that you didn't notice that she was also lowly moaning. What seemed like suddenly, but was actually quite calm, she bowed her head down once more and kissed your not-sore thigh again and again and again. She released the pressure on your sore thigh then used her hands to slowly spread your legs open as she went back and forth kissing your inner thighs.

She stopped to look up at you, "is this okay?"

"Yess," you breathed.

"Good."

She continued that for a minute with her hands gliding on the outside of your thighs. She scooted closer to the couch to allow her more access. Her kisses crept closer to your center as your breathing got heavier and your heart got faster. Your hand had a mind of its own and landed on the back of her head, fingers tangling in the dark black hair. She hummed in appreciation. Your hand pushed her head closer to your center and she took the opportunity to finally kiss you where you needed her most. You moaned louder than before.

She backed her head away a bit as you let your hand fall, "You sure? I won't be able to stop once I start."

You didnt really think this far, you didn't really know what you were doing but you were sure you wanted her since the first time you saw her in person.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I saw you for the first time," she admitted, "the way you handle yourself," she kissed your thighs in between sentences, "the way you handle others," another kiss, "the way your eyes sparkle when you look at me," one more kiss, "I knew I needed to get my hands on you as soon as I could."

You finally gain full consciousness, "That's how I felt about you," you moaned, "so yes, Rhea, I'm sure. Please."

"Glad we're on the same page," she took a long deep breath, looked you up and down as if she was ready ravage you in seconds. She placed her hands on the waistband of your shorts, "so... can I take these off?" Her eyes turned dark and her tone sounded like a calmer version of her in-ring voice which made your heart go crazy.

"Yes, please do whatever you need or want, anything, please," you huff.

"So eager," she used her mocking tone as she quickly disposed of your shorts and underwear tossing them away, "whatever you say princess," as she wrapped her buff arms around your legs and pulled you to the edge of the couch.

You yelped at the sudden movement.

"Ooh, such a pretty mess," Rhea cooed.

You groaned at her comment feeling her gently licking the inner most part of your thighs. You adjusted your hips to better her approach and she took the bait. Her tongue took one long swipe over your warm core.

"MMmfuuck," your hand found her head again and pushed her mouth further into you, "yesss."

She hummed into your wet mess making your hips buck at the sensation. Her mouth was working wonders on you as if she's done this a hundred times before. You were rolling your hips into her. Moans falling out of the both of you, her arms trying to hold you still and almost failing, almost.

The pressure inside was quickly rising, you were gripping the life out of the couch cushion hoping to not pull any of her hair out. "Yes fUck....Rheaa," you growled.

Her tongue swiping viciously over your clit, keeping her pace steady, driving herself closer into you. Your moans were getting louder and louder, you were practically screaming, so she released one of your legs and covered your mouth with her hand, but it only made you louder.

She forced her head up, you were dripping off of her chin, "you have to stay quiet beautiful, we don't want someone walking in on us, yeah?" she dropped her hand from your mouth, caressing your cheek.

You huffed at the sudden stop, you were sooo close and now you were frustrated, "mhm, please just... keep going, please"

"I know, I know," she brushed hair out of your face, "but you're just so pretty like this."

"Please, Rhea," you writhed, "I need you, please."

"So needy, my pretty girl."

You almost came just from hearing her say that, but as quickly as you bucked your hips towards her, her hand found your neck and squeezed, "now please, be quiet, princess and I'll give you want you want."

You nodded your head, trying not to fall apart under her, "y-yes ma'am," you squeaked out.

"Good girl," she moaned as she released your neck and gently placed her hand back over your mouth. She winked at you as she bent her head back down to finish the job.

You tried your best to stay quiet and it was extremely hard. "Mmmffffkkk," you pushed out. She continued as you writhed under her tongue. The pressure was quickly rising again, you were shaking into her, one hand gripping the cushion, the other pushing her head further into you, "yyesshhh!!"

The pressure finally released, bucking your hips wildly, moaning as louldy as she allowed you to as she moaned into your center, increasing the pleasure of the release, "FUCKK!!" She continued her magic as you came down from your high.

Slowly lifting her head, "you sound so pretty," she wiped her chin with her thumb, "and you're so hot," she looked at the mess you made on the couch below you, "and so fucking delicious."

You couldn't think or move or speak, all you could do was stare at the superstar and catch your breath.

She slowly backed away and found your shorts. She came back an helped them back on you, "You okay, beautiful?"

"Uh huh," you forced out.

"Good, now let me take you out to eat," she giggled.

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #dom!rhea #wrestling

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lightsoutmatthews · 25 days ago

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hi girly I am soooo in my feels right now. Can you please do willy styles taking care of reader during her period. like she’s at his apt and needs tampons and he feels embarrassed buying them but does anyway for her because he loves her hehehe thank you <3

As much as I tried to write it as him being embarrassed by buying tampons I couldn´t do it too much because I just can´t see our idgaf war veteran being bothered by something like that 🫣 I hope you like it anyways 😭

Man on a Mission – William Nylander

The cramps started when you were halfway through the movie. One second you were curled up against William, warm under the blanket, you head resting on his chest. The next, a sharp, deep tug rolled through your lower stomach like a warning bell.

You shifted with a quiet groan.

William looked down, his hand pausing where it was rubbing lazy circles over your back. “You okay?”

You nodded instinctively, trying to push past it. “Yeah, just cramps.”

His brows drew together, like he was already trying to fix it. “Do you want some painkillers? Tea? Something else?”

His worry made you feel warm inside. “I´ll take some ibuprofen,” you said, pushing the blanket off your legs, slowly getting out of his hold. You stood, and that’s when you felt it. The sudden, dreaded wetness. Not a ton but enough to notice.

Shit.

You blinked and stood still for a second. Then you slowly turned back toward him. “Uhm. I think I just got my period.”

William blinked. “Like…just now?”

You gave him a look and sighed. “Yeah. Just now. I don’t even have anything with me. No tampons or pads or anything.”

William straightened a bit on the bench. “Do you want to run to a store real quick?”

You looked down at your black leggings, grateful for the color, but still aware of how unprepared you were. “I don’t really want to walk around like this.”

He nodded immediately. “Okay, I´ll go.”

You blinked in surprise. “Wait. Really?”

“Yeah, obviously.” He was already standing and reaching for the hoodie draped over the back of the couch like it was nothing. “Text me the brand you want?”

“You really don’t mind?” you asked carefully.

He paused for a split second, hand on the doorframe. “No,” he shrugged. “I mean, I´d rather you not sit here uncomfortable or bleeding through my couch.”

That made you laugh but made the cramps worse in the same motion.

“Text me what kind,” he repeated, grabbing his keys.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely.

He grinned; the kind of grin that always made you feel stupid in love. “What else are boyfriends for?”

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William stood in the middle of the pharmacy aisle, staring at a wall of pastel boxes.

There were more tampon options than he ever thought were possible. Tampons with applicators, others without. Super, regular, light, combo packs. Organic cotton. Unscented. Scented? He didn’t even know that was a thing.

He pulled out his phone and re-read you text.

Älskling: U by Kotex, regular, purple box

Älskling: if they don’t have that, Playtex Sport in the pink box. Thx babe 🥰

Okay. Sounded simple enough.

Except there were three purple boxes. Were they all regular? One said “Click”. What did that mean? One was “Security”. That sounded like a bank product. Another one said “FitFlex”.

He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around. There was an older woman down the aisle, clearly avoiding him.

He started reaching for a box when a young clerk walked by. William caught him.

“Hey, man, quick question. These are all regular?” he asked, pointing at the boxes.

The clerk glanced at him, then the wall of products, then back at Williams clearly confused face. “Uhh. I think so? Not totally sure.”

William sighed. “Alright. Thanks anyways.”

He picked up the purple box labeled U by Kotex Click – Regular and looked at the fine print. To others it might looked weird that he was standing in the middle of the aisle reading that and heat might even rose a little in his cheeks as the older woman walked past him, shaking her head but he wanted to get it right.

He added a backup box of the Playtex Sport ones too, just in case and then, almost on instinct, he threw a chocolate bar, a heating pad, and a small bottle of Advil into the basket too.

At the checkout, the teenage girl ringing him up raised an eyebrow at the stack. “Girlfriend?” she asked with a half-smirk.

“Yeah,” he said.

“She´s lucky.”

He chuckled. “I´m the lucky one.”

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You were curled up on the couch with the dogs keeping you company when he came back in, grocery bag dangling from his wrist.

He dropped it in front of you gently. “I wasn’t sure which ones exactly, so I got both. Also, more painkillers and chocolate. Oh, and a heat thing.”

You stared at him. “Did you rob a period aisle?”

“I might have panicked a little, even scared off an old lady,” he admitted.

You laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You did good.”

He looked relieved. “That aisle is terrifying.”

“You get used to it,” you mumbled absentmindedly, digging through the bag. “Thank you. Seriously.”

William sat back down, watching as you padded to the bathroom. When you came back, dressed in a sweatsuit stolen from his closet, you looked ten times more comfortable

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah. Way better.”

He lifted the blanket, nudging Pablo out of the way in the process. “C´mere.”

You crawled back under, sighing as your body curled against his side again. “Do you want the heating pad now or later?”

“Later. I just want to lay here for a while.”

He nodded, one hand finding your hair and combing through it slowly while your head rested on his chest.

“Hey,” he said after a bit.”

“Hmm?” you mumbled.

“Is there, like… anything else I should be doing? During this?”

You looked up at him, touched at his concern. “You´re doing everything already.”

He looked relieved again, but then thoughtful. “Do some girls get like… super emotional during this? Or is that just a movie thing?”

You shrugged. “Depends. Hormones are different for everyone. Sometimes I cry over nothing. Sometimes I get super irritated. It´s not predictable.”

“If you randomly cry, should I leave you alone?” he asked genuinely.

“Honestly? Just hold me and let me cry.”

He nodded seriously. “Consider it done.”

You studied his face, the concern, the quiet intensity of wanting to do it right by you. “You´re really sweet, you know.”

He gave a half-smile. “You´re bleeding from your uterus and still manage to be polite. That´s way more impressive.”

You snorted. “Don’t romanticize this. It´s gross.” Or at least that was what your last boyfriend told you.

“Not gross,” he said seriously. “It´s normal, even though it´s like you´re surviving a horror movie every month.”

“I mean, basically,” you chuckled.

He looked at you for a long moment, then pulled you closer, like he needed you as close as possible.

“I think you should have a punch card. Every ten periods, you get a spa day.”

“I´d love that,” you laughed.

He looked pleased. “Perfect, I´ll sponsor it.”

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Later that evening William had made dinner, well, William had ordered dinner. He let you choose what you wanted to eat and what you wanted to watch even when you picked a reality tv show he pretended to hate.

When your cramps came back stronger, he set up the heating pad without you asking and held it in place against your stomach while you half-dozed on his chest.

At one point you woke up from a short nap and found him scrolling on his phone. “What are you doing?” you asked quietly, voice still heavy with sleep.

“Looking up how to help during periods.”

You blinked at him, warmth spreading in your chest. “You googled it?”

“I didn’t want to be a dumbass about it.”

You smiled so hard your cheeks slowly started to hurt.

He kept reading aloud. “Says here back rubs can help.” You immediately turned onto your side. “Say less.”

He chuckled and shifted behind you, hands working gently along your lower back. “How´s that?”

“Heaven.”

“I´m a certified period doula now.”

“You´re ridiculous,” you chuckled.

“But helpful.”

You turned just enough so you could capture his lips in a soft kiss. “Very.”

#william nylander #toronto maple leafs #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #william nylander x reader #nhl imagine

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sebmindbreak · 1 month ago

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HATRED!BUILDERMAN X YOU! HEADCANONS

I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

heheh

I LOVE ANY BUILDERMAN , PERIOD.

HHEHE I GOT TONS OF FOOD I WROTE U BETTER BE READY!

ANYWAYS

HEADCANON TIME!!

Platonic Headcanons

Builderman pretends not to care, but he keeps a mental log of everything you say especially your fears, habits, and favorite things.

He’ll insult your choices but and tries to manipulate you while playing nice

just wants your soul , you are nothing of importance to him

just another thing he can break

First Meeting Headcanons

He looked at you like you were just another bug to squash. You looked at him like you had something to prove.

When you didn't cower, didn't run just stared him up ,he tilted his head with genuine curiosity.

"You're either bold... or stupid." was his first real comment about you.

He expected fear. You gave him a spark of interest.

Getting Along Headcanons

You surprised him by keeping up, again and again. He didn’t say it, but he started waiting for you to catch up rather than leaving you behind.

You bantered back, mocked his arrogance, rolled your eyes at his superiority complex and he secretly loved it.

Builderman started walking beside you instead of ahead.

The silence between you became less tense. More... comfortable.

Realizing He Has Feelings

It hit him like a train, you smiled at him one day, so casually, and his heart stuttered.

He stared at your empty spot when you weren’t there. Just stared. Annoyed. Restless.

He NEEDED to have you to himself only.

How He Confesses

He doesn’t. Not right away. He tries to act meaner to push you away.

You during his fight , get hurt and that’s the breaking point

He chuckles before going to you , licking the small cut he had inflicted on your arm.

"you are mine now."

Romantic Headcanons

He still acts like he’s above you. But his tail always wraps around your ankle when you’re near.

When he’s tired, he leans into you like it’s the most natural thing. Not asking. Just taking.

You are HIS , no matter what.

You’re the only one allowed to touch his work hoodie, tug his tail, or hold his hand though he’ll grumble the entire time.

If anyone dares to flirt with you, Builderman doesn’t speak. He stares them down until they physically leave the room.

or maybe they dissapear , who knows, you don't see them again.

He flirts, but only when he wants something. He knows how to use his words like nails to a wall: sharp, efficient, and hard to pull out. "Oh? Blushing already? Tch… Pathetic. But cute." It's always cocky, always controlled

He’s insanely possessive, but it’s layered beneath smugness. You belong to him. Period. He won’t say it directlyinstead, he’s constantly positioning himself between you and everyone else. Subtle. Protective. Menacing. "You don't need anyone else. Not when you have me. Got it?"

Touchy, but only with you. He doesn’t like others in his space, but you? You get all of him. His tail wraps around you when he’s comfortable. His hoodie is suddenly your hoodie. He pulls you into his lap and grumbles about it the whole time while stroking your back like it’s instinct.

NSFW HEADCANON TIME!!

-Breeding kink

loves LOVES , just throwing you anywhere , the bed, the wall , or even while you guys are fighting and just start to pound into you like there's no tommorow.

absolutly loves seeing how much rounds he can do before you are completly full of his cum.

-Cream pie

like the breeding kink , loves to cum inside you , seeing your stomach swell up with how much he came inside you ?

yeah thats hot

-Rough sex

doesn't like to go slow, the gentle pace ? he hates it , he likes to drag you close to him when he is in the mood and immedialy goes down on you.

-"Hate" sex

I like their favourite time to have sex with you is during a fight , seeing you so vulnerable , makes him all hot and bothered , can you blame him ?

loves to degrade you during it

"awww look at you , you're supposed to defeat me , and here you are getting fucked by your enemy , so cute ,its pathetic."

-Dumbification

LOVES turning you dumb , and make you agree to everything they say due to how much he turned you dumb on his cock

"that's it , no more smart thoughts , just let go" , "thats it , get fucked stupid , whore."

-Marking

uses his tail , claws , or just anything to mark you up, and if you bleed a bit from the cuts and bites ? thats even better , he'll lick it for you

WE ALL LOVE BUILDERMANNNNN

#builderman #roblox block tales #block tales #hatred #hatred builderman #blocktales builderman #builderman x reader

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changisworld · 11 months ago

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Overstimulation with Jeongin

word count:2,642

18+, MDNI!! smut below

The final part of my 8 part masterlist of the extension of this & this headcanon of the members!!;3

Kinks & pleasures masterlist here main masterlist here

->SMUT WARNINGS: dommish!Innie, sub!reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, use of sex toys, oral (f rec) use of flavoured lube. manipulation(???) mention of safe word but not used(light system), tittie sucking, PIV, pull out method, dirty talk, praise, squirting, aftercare is brief but happens more off screen

->I think this is actually my favourite from the whole series along with Seungmins heheh so i hope you all like it as much as I do :3

When you had first started to get to know Jeongin, you've always noticed how soft & playful he is & when you first started to get to know him sexually, you assumed he would be the exact same sweet boy, but how quickly he proved you wrong, it could have genuinely gave you whiplash.

You're straddling Jeongin as you're both on your bed, making out messily as your hands cup his sharpened jawline & his are resting comfortably on your ass, the fabric of your leggings stretching over his skin, simply resting there, caressing your curves at the same pace as both of your lips move.

"So pretty, take your shirt off f'me, wanna see your tits" he cheekily asks, his lips shiny with his spit as he breaks the kiss. You obviously rush to do as he asks, giggling as he lets out a small, happy hum as your bare chest is now on show for him & he is quick to pull you forward just enough so your chest is level with his face, before latching onto your left nipple.

You fiddle with his soft hair, grinding slowly against his clothed cock, but despite the layers of clothes covering it, you can feel it hardening. "You've got a good mouth" you say, mindlessly & you chuckle as Jeongin switches nipple, slightly nibbling down on it just the way you like.

"Yeah? I've got some more tricks I can do with it" he giggles as he flips you both over so you're on your back. "Lemme show you" he adds on as he takes the hem of your leggings & starts pulling them off your body & you huff, but you help him take them off anyway.

"Your sex drive is far too high, we fucked literally three hours ago!" you tease him as your legs spread just enough so he can slot his waist between so he can kiss you again, but he doesn't take you up on the silent offer, instead his dimpled, cheeky smile as he settles his knees on the floor at the bottom of the bed, his face now level with your covered cunt, your lace black thong presenting a small wet patch.

"I can't help it when I am with you, just one orgasm, we don't even need to fuck, just wanna taste & you do too don't you? you're so wet y/n" he purrs as he nudges his nose against your cunt, groaning at the smell.

You sigh as he starts kissing your thighs, suckling down on your sweet spots which make your legs threaten to shut around him, but are blocked by his head & shoulders.

Jeongin can tell you're getting antsy with the way you're trying to hump onto his face & he forces himself to pull back & reach into the bedside drawer & pull out your bullet vibrator & also something of his own choice, his strawberry flavoured lube.

The minute you notice the lube in his hand, you knew this would be a long scene. "Innie, just one, I want to actually function later" you chuckle & he rolls his eyes playfully up at you as he pulls your underwear down your legs, now leaving you completely bare.

He blows a cold string of air on your glistening folds & his eyes are glued to the way you clench around nothing but air & he bites his bottom lip before he opens the cap of the lube & squirts a small dollop of it just above your clit & you wince.

Jeongin puts the vibrator to the side for now but keeps it in arms reach obviously, but he doesn't waste any more time before diving into your pussy, it looking too endearing to keep himself back anymore.

You've realised long ago that he has a kind of 'specific order' in how he eats pussy, one hundred percent of the time always starting off by kitten licking your entire cunt, paying extra attention to the small spot just in between your clit & your hole, always making you want more.

He spreads the lube around your pussy, making you so wet that you're surprised his mouth doesn't quite literally slip off your pussy, which makes you laugh in your head at the thought of it.

"Innie, don't tease" you whimper in a soft voice, not wanting to jerk your hip because you know he will give you way more than you can handle simply because 'you wanted more so he gave you more'. "I'm not, just wanting to taste before I eat, don't rush me!" he replies, his fox eyes peeking up at you, the bottom half of his face hidden by your own body & you shut your legs around his head, playfully.

Jeongin is quick to pull your thighs back open & he looks at you with frowned eyes, his smile still plastered on his face & you can't help but get butterflies but also a bit nervous, not knowing what his look exactly means but you're quick to find out.

"You're so needy, & you told me my sex drive was too high." he chuckles, before he dives in. He has picked up his pace on his usual walkthrough on how he usually tastes you, before switching from tasting to eating, & one thing about Jeongin is he genuinely eats as if it's his last meal, & you lurch forward but Jeongin is quick to push you back onto the bed, his mouth not even daring to leave your mound.

Jeongin's eyes are staring up at you, with a mix of lust but also just love, & you are able to pick up on the look, his main way of non verbally showing he loves you despite how harsh he can be to you during sex & how far he pushes you to your limits.

Jeongin makes quick work of suckling on your folds, his tongue parting them as he flattens his tongue against it, lapping at your cunt, making you whimper & hum as your fingers weave into his soft hair but you don't dare tug on it, you just rub & play with his hair softly, trying to maybe get him to not be as harsh as you think he's gonna be.

Jeongin latches onto your clit & his soft lips suction to the button, tongue swirling around it in the specific pattern he knows gets you over the edge the quickest, savouring your raw taste on his taste buds, he starts palming himself over his sweatpants to try ease some of the pressure on his pulsating cock.

"Innie, g-gonna cum" you groan, your fingers clenching in his hair, making him groan in return as he can quite literally feel your clit pulsate in his mouth & he keeps the pace the exact same & your thighs slightly shake around his head before your stomach tightens & your first orgasm.. first of very many just this time alone washes over you & your toes curl, Jeongin chuckling up at you as he watches you writhe, his tongue not giving over.

You are panting as your high eventually bubbles away, but the feeling of his tongue doesn't bubble away, as he keeps the exact same speed. "Innie n-no more, sleepy" you murmur, your hips twitching at the slightly painful feeling sinking in.

"Cmon, you can handle one more, you've only came once today, it's fine" he purrs & you look down at him as soon as you process his words. "Jeongin you've made me cum four times today, my clit is gonna fall off" you cry & jeongin gets back to what he was doing, sucking & tasting before swallowing the remainder of the lube that he hasn't already swallowed & replies to you by saying "nuh uh, only gave you one today, can't you remember?" before he decides to be 'nice' & give you a small break & sits back on his knees slightly as he decides that your hole needs some attention too, so he slides two of his long, slender fingers into you, a small squelching noise being heard.

"You're so wet, you enjoy this almost as much as i do don't you" he teases as he starts scissoring them in & out of you & you can't help but chase the feeling despite it stinging from overstimulation, & any comeback you had dies in your throat as you bask in the feeling, whimpering & whining at the feeling.

As your eyes are shut & your arms are thrown over your face as you try fuck yourself on his fingers & as you're distracted, Jeongin reaches to grab the small vibrator placed on the bed & before you realise, he has turned it on & has placed it on your already swollen clit & you hiss & tense up, your cunt clenching around his fingers.

"Ah, fuck Innie, s-so much" you blabber, your hips subconsciously trying to get more feeling from the vibrator while also trying to escape from it at the same time, but he is so quick to stop you from trying to shuffle away. "Don't run from it, I wouldn't give you anything you couldn't handle, so be good, mkay? gimme one more then I'll stop, pinky swear" he talks, his voice sounding breathless as if he was the one receiving it all.

You can't do anything other than nod at his words as he then adds a third finger, meeting almost no resistance from how soaked you really are, but you feel even impossibly fuller & you let out a whine.

You can feel what feels like your millionth orgasm of the day bubbling up in the pit of your stomach again as Jeongin starts poking & probing against your soft spot at the same time he switches the vibrator to the highest setting & you can tell your orgasm feels different & you know what it is.

"Innie, cumm-" you're cut off by yourself as your orgasm hits you harder this time & this time it squirts out of you & sprays onto the vibrator before spraying onto his bare chest, before dripping down his skin along with dripping down onto the knuckles that are poking out from your hole before he is forced to pull them out from how hard you're clenching around them & he takes it upon himself to fiddle with your clit at a quick pace to pull the rest of your orgasm out of you, humming at the sight.

Your hair is sticking to your face because of the thin layer of sweat & your legs can't help but shut around his hand & he pulls it away from your abused cunt, letting you catch your breath slightly as he takes this opportunity to take off the rest of the clothes he still has on, his cock leaking at the tip so much you'd assume he had already came in his pants.

"So good aren't you, I think you can handle just one more" he states, not really bothering to ask. "Too much Inniee" you pant, your legs still closed but Jeongin opens them before positioning himself between them. "What's your colour?" he asks, his voice turning softer as he pumps himself slowly with one hand & caresses your thigh with the other.

"Gr-green" you whimper to him, your voice completely hushed out & raspy sounding & dry from using it so much. Jeongin smiles down at you, his dimples making your heart flutter & you make grabby hands & he knows to fold himself forwards to be face level with you as he lines himself up with you before pushing in, making you both moan in unison.

"How is it you're always so tight hmm? I literally fucked you open earlier & even made you squirt but you're still dying for more" he buzzes, his own voice raspy too as he begins to fuck you at a slow pace, deciding to give you the small amount of time to adjust.

"So- so big, fuck" you whimper, clenching uncontrollably around his long, slender cock & Jeongin can't help but blush at your words.

He starts to pick up his pace, his tip bullying into your cervix, kissing it roughly with each thrust as he tries to shut his own growing whimpers & groans by kissing you, mostly to shut himself up because he would rather be mute than let himself miss your noises & the way your cunt is squelching around him each time he thrusts makes him thankful he did so.

You struggle to kiss him back as you are allowing yourself to fully swallow yourself in the pleasure the man above is giving you.. the only man who could do this for you, your eyes watering & even a few tears start to escape your eyes from the painful pleasure, your cervix being poked & no doubt bruised but the feeling of your G-spot being also poked & also probably bruised, covers the painful part almost entirely.

"S-wanna cum a-again Inn, ca-can't handle it" you shriek as you turn your head sideways enough just to break your lips apart to tell him & he can't even chuckle at your state, his own orgasm starting to form as he stands back, his pace not faltering as he has to mentally beg himself to not let his eyes shut so he doesn't miss anything.

He thinks to himself your clit looks 'abandoned' or 'lonely' so of course he fixes that issue, by yet again partnering it with his thumb & you lurch forward, your hands making quick work of trying to paw his hand from your clit but he uses his other hand to push yours away.

"Keep em away, I know you're g-gonna cum again, gonna cum too, t-so tight" he groans, his eyebrows furrowed as he is biting down on his bottom lip & you clench your fingers so hard into the bedsheets that they're turning white as you can't stop moaning, the room full of the sounds.

"Cryin f'me? is it that much for you y/nnie? just let go, so pretty when you cry" he utters as he watches your face contort & your toes start curling again as your legs shake around him again & before you can warn him, you're squirting for the second time & Jeongin has to pull himself out from how tightly you constrict & not even a couple of seconds after he is fisting his cock while watching your own orgasm spray out of you, he is cumming all over your lower tummy, a few drops shooting up towards your tits.

He tries to get his breath back as quickly as possible as he is also helping you by picking you up & making quick work of helping move to the bathroom & setting you on the countertop as he starts running a bath before turning around to kiss you all over your cheeks & drying the tears from your cheeks & then kissing you all over again, moving your dampened hair rom your face.

"Wait here f'me & Ima get us water then we can bath together, I'll bring your chocolate too" he says in his completely normal cheery voice, before running out of the room still naked into the kitchen.

->Taglist & anon list is open!

@jisungml

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yuikomorii · 2 months ago

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AYAYUI IDOL AU: Chapter 6

// This might be one of my favorite chapters I’ve written so far! I tried to blend some fun with a bit of seriousness, so I really hope you’ll enjoy it. It’s kinda SPICY at some point, hehehe. I know it takes me a while to post new chapters, but I promise I haven’t forgotten about this fanfic, sometimes I just don’t have enough time. T-T

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

— Ayato opens the door —

Ayato: Haa… What happened?

Chief: Come with me! It’s about Subaru-san!

Ayato: Subaru?

Yui: ( Eh? That’s Ayato-san’s co-worker, right? I hope it’s nothing bad…! )

Place: Reception

Manager: Unfortunately, the cooking contest, as well as the filming, will be stopped for today.

Subaru-san picked a dish to make with one of the girls here, but he didn’t know it had garlic in it. After tasting it, he started feeling sick—bad enough that he had to throw up.

Ayato: Damn it…

Yui: ( Come to think of it... he’s in a group with a vampire concept and he has garlic intolerance. I can’t help but find this a bit ironic. )

( Still, poor Subaru-san... get well soon. )

Ayato: I’m going to check——

Manager: Don’t. Subaru-san is most likely resting now. He needs sleep more than anything after what happened.

Ayato: Tch… fine. But let me know when he wakes up!

Manager: Once he wakes up, I'll ask him to contact you. In the meantime, since you two share a room, I’d appreciate it if Ayato-san could spend his time elsewhere in the hotel.

Ayato: ( Did I indirectly get kicked out—? )

Well, whatever. But where exactly am I supposed to go?

Chief: Actually, now that the contest's cancelled and the other team is not present anymore, the onsen is completely free for you!

Ayato: Heh, is that so?

Chief: Y-Yes, but... since you, mister, are a celebrity, I’ll need to look for a private key first.

Can’t have fans fainting in the hallway if they see you half-dressed, right?

Ayato: Pfft, true… wouldn’t want to cause a stampede in a towel. But hurry up then. The sooner I’m in the hot water, the better~!

— Chief nods and starts searching —

Yui: ( I feel like I’m just a third wheel at this point, so it might be better if I quietly leave too. )

( Besides, my job is supposed to be done for today… and Ayato-san probably wants some space anyway.)

Chief: Wait! I almost forgot about Komori-san!

Yui: Hm? What’s with me?

Chief: Since you were Ayato-san’s cooking partner, the original deal included you getting a chance to use the onsen too, no?

I’ll find a key for you too, in case you want privacy! Just give me a sec——

Yui: …!

( Eh—!? Me? In the onsen? With Ayato-san still around? That’s…! )

Chief: Here they are~!

— hands them the keys —

But I should also mention... because the onsen is a relatively new feature of the hotel, we only have one single room so far. So, uhm... it would be great if you two wouldn’t go at the same time.

— Yui blushes —

Yui: ( Just one onsen... but what if we truly run into each other? )

Ayato: Alright, I’ll go there right now. You can go after I’m done, ‘kay?

I’m not exactly in the mood to wait around, so I’ll make it quick, no worries.

Yui: S-Sure, take your time.

Ayato: Will do~

— takes key and leaves —

*timeskip*

Yui: ( I wonder if he’s done by now… it’s already been three hours. )

— looks at clock —

( Yeah… I suppose he must be. I should start getting my things ready. )

— walks over to her bag and gets her towel —

( I hope the water helped him relax. He did seem tense after all… )

— leaves room —

Place: Onsen Entrance

Yui: ( It’s so quiet... he definitely left, didn’t he? )

( A-Anyway, I should knock or say something, just in case. )

*Knock Knock*

Uhm… Ayato-san? Are you still there?

*Knock Knock*

( No answer once again… )

— tries the handle —

( It’s locked? )

( Ah, he most likely locked it after he left, right? Yeah… that must be it. There’s no way he’d still be inside after all this time. )

— opens door with key and gets inside —

( Just as I thought, nobody’s here! )

— locks door —

( Hehe, time to finally relax! )

— starts unbuttoning her clothes —

( This indoor onsen is way bigger than I thought… The ceiling’s high, the walls are lined with smooth stone, and the pool is so huge that it almost covers the whole room! )

( No wonder the second one isn’t finished yet. This must’ve taken forever to build. The attention to detail alone is amazing! )

— slowly gets into water —

Ah~ so warm…!

( And to think they let me use this… I guess being partnered with Ayato-san really came with some unexpected perks, fufu. )

— stretches —

( So good… I feel like I could instantly fall as—— )

* Ring Ring *

( Eh!? Someone’s calling? )

— her eyes snap open—

( Wait! That’s... that’s not my ringtone? )

( Don’t tell me—! )

Ayato: “Haa... What is it this time?”

Yui: ...!

( That voice… it’s coming from the other side of the divider! )

( No… no, it can’t be— )

Ayato: “Yeah, it’s just me, why? Heh, so he finally woke up? Damn, can’t blame him though, since I had a pretty long nap too. So how is he feeling?”

“Oh, understandable. You took mine too? Mhm, it’s better this way.”

Yui: ( He… He’s been here the entire time…! )

( If he finds out I’m in the same onsen while he’s still inside, I’ll surely get in troubles! )

( What if he thinks I planned this!? )

Ayato: ( Ugh, my phone's dying.)

"I'll call you again, just need to find an outlet for my charger, 'kay?"

Yui: ( Ah, he's coming this way...! )

— gets underwater —

Ayato: ( Now where are the outlets supposed to be? Can’t see any at all. )

Yui: ( Did he leave? I don’t know how much longer I can hold my breath… )

( The water is so hot too…! )

Ayato: ( Whatever. I’ll just leave it like this for now. )

( More importantly… what is that? )

— gets closer —

Yui: ( Uuh… this pressure…! )

( I… I can’t… brea—— )

*SPLASH*

Ayato: Care to explain what the hell you’re doing here?

Yui: Aya…——

— faints —

Ayato: Fuck…!

— pulls her out of water —

*timeskip*

— Yui starts coughing —

Yui: Ngh... ah... I-I'm alive!

( But wait… why can’t I move? )

— eyes widen —

( No way! I'm tied to a bamboo stick!? )

Ayato: Finally awake, huh.

Yui: A-Ayato-san!

— face turns red —

( I-I can’t even cover myself...! This is beyond embarrassing! )

( To think that he really went as far as to tie me up… that’s completely unreasonable! )

Yui: D-Don’t look at me like that!

Ayato: Tch. You're in no position to tell me what to do.

Besides, you should be grateful I didn’t report you. Most people would’ve called the cops by now, don’t you think?

Yui: I-It’s not like I did it on purpose! I merely assumed you left! The door was locked, and… and I had a the key too, so… it’s just a misunderstanding, I swear!

Ayato: A misunderstanding, huh?

Tell me then, did you even bother checking the whole room before stripping down? If you had, you would've definitely noticed I was still here.

Yui: That’s… I can’t argue with that. But I truly didn’t have any bad intentions, I was just careless!

Ayato: And why should I believe you’re not just some stalker?

You know I’m famous. You’ve listened to my music and watched my MVs—based on what you said in the kitchen. And then there's the fact that, when we first met, you acted like you didn’t recognize me at all. Even though you're working at Yume no Mori, the very hotel that’s known for hosting events for idols.

And now, after everything, you somehow end up in the onsen at the exact same time as me?

Wherever I go, you just happen to show up too. So tell me, how do you think that looks from my perspective?

Yui: I-I think you must be mixing me up with someone else. When did I even pretend not to recognize you, Ayato-san?

Ayato: Haa… When you handed me that bottle of water outside the club, you moron!

Yui: Eh?

( What is he talking a— wait a second! The bottle of water…? )

…!

— eyes widen in shock —

( No way! Ayato-san… he was the boy I met on my very first night in Tokyo!? )

( The one who had a chest ache… who paid for my taxi… That was him! )

Ayato: Now quit playing dumb, it’s crystal clear you coming here was not an accident.

So what’s the deal with you? Are you really that desperate to get a glimpse of my body? Or is this just part of some sick little obsession you’ve got going on? Either way, it’s disgusting!

Yui: N-No! You got it wrong! I didn’t even know it was you that night!

I just saw someone who looked like they needed help, so I offered some water… that’s all!

And as for me being here... I didn’t come chasing after you or doing anything weird! I got this job through a work exchange program. It was all just a coincidence, not some plan to follow you around!

Ayato: Tch, when will you stop lying?

Yui: But I’m not!

Ayato: ( She’s not only dumb, but also got a damn big mouth. )

Fine, I’ll believe you.

Yui: ( Phew, thanks goodness… I really thought I got him mad. )

Ayato: But don’t start celebrating just yet. I’ve got a condition.

Yui: ( That tone… It’s never good when someone says "but there’s a condition" like that. )

Uuh… what kind of condition?

Ayato: Simple. You don’t tell anyone that you saw me at a private club that night. Not your friends, not your family, not your coworkers, not even your boss—no one.

— gets closer —

Actually, I want you to forget the whole thing. Erase it from your memory. You didn’t see me alone in Tokyo, and you sure as hell didn’t hand me a bottle of water in some alleyway.

Yui: ( That’s it? )

Yes, I promise.

Ayato: You better keep that promise, because if word gets out that I was in such a place, especially unguarded, it’ll stir up more trouble than you can imagine. One stupid rumor, and my entire career could take a hit. You get that, don’t you?

Yui: I-I do.

Ayato: Good. Then zip it and stop following me around. Or next time I won’t be this generous.

( I already took pictures of her in here. If she ever decides to snitch on me, I’ll make sure she goes down too. )

— unties her —

Yui: …!

Than——

Ayato: Don’t thank me. Just go put some clothes on. Then leave the onsen immediately.

— Yui nods —

Yui: ( He's scary when he's like this… But I guess I can't really blame him, can I?)

( It was stupid of me to come in without checking properly... so, I suppose it was indeed my fault. )

( To think he’s the boy I met that night after I first arrived in Tokyo... that truly caught me off guard. )

( Just what kind of person are you really, Ayato-san? )

I-I’m done!

Ayato: And why are you telling me this? You expecting an award or something?

Just unlock the damn door and leave already.

— Yui starts searching key —

Yui: ( Now where did I put it? I know I had the key when I came in… maybe it slipped into the towel?)

— checks towel —

( Oh no… it's not here either? Don’t tell me I dropped it somewhere in the changing area? Or worse… in the water!? )

Hey… Ayato-san? I… I can’t really seem to find my key, so could you maybe lend me yours…? J-Just for a second! I promise I’ll give it back right away!

Ayato: ( Seriously!? First she breaks in, then she nearly drowns, and now this? )

You're telling me you managed to lose a single key in a closed room in less than two hours?

Yui: Uhh… I must’ve dropped it somewhere without noticing...

Ayato: Haa…

— pulls out his key —

I guess if you beg nicely, I might give it to you.

Yui: B-Beg!?

Ayato: …Or do you wanna stay locked in here all night and explain yourself to the hotel staff tomorrow?

Yui: No, no!

Ayato: Good, then be a good dog and do as I tell you.

Yui: ( A dog, huh…? If that’s what you really want… )

— sits on all fours and looks at him —

Ayato: …!?

Yui: P-Please, give me the——

Ayato: You… you obscene bitch!

Yui: Eh?

( Wait what? )

Ayato: ( What the hell is wrong with her!? To sit on all fours in front of a man who’s only wearing a towel… did she want to suck me off!? )

Leave me alone already!!!

Yui: But I—

Ayato: I-I said leave me alone!

— shoves her out then shuts the door —

Yui: Ayato-san…

Yui’s monologue

So many things happened today… It’s almost overwhelming trying to piece them all together.

From carrying the luggage, to cooking with Ayato-san… and then—

The onsen. That whole incident. My heart still hasn’t stopped racing…

I came to Tokyo with simple intentions: to work, to learn, and to make new friends.

And yet…

The boy I met on my first night here and the one I couldn't stop thinking about…

He turned out to be Ayato. Ayato, the frontman of SAKAMAKIS. A name everyone knows. A face on billboards.

Someone so far removed from my world, it's really laughable to think we’d ever cross paths again—

Yet we did.

But instead of a reunion, it felt like rejection.

I made a mistake… and now he sees me as nothing more than a nuisance. Maybe even worse.

I keep telling myself that it shouldn’t matter. That it’s impossible for an ordinary person to get closer to an idol.

But then…

Why am I crying now?

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