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Crown Princes and Butterfly WIngs (1/?)
When Crown Prince Remus of Dalandaire goes missing overnight it's up to Roman, his brother, and Logan, his best friend, to find him.
But for how long will Roman be able to keep his secrets? How long will it take Logan to admit his feelings for the cute human they dragged along for the adventure and how on earth do they keep getting quite so off target??
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Warnings: None
Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality, platonic DRLAMP
Word Count 19,667
Notes:
It's the birth of the long-awaited Fantasy AU!! Yes, that one, the one I've been talking about since June.
This first chapter is just an prologue, and I'm hoping to update every Sunday! I don't know exactly how long that'll last though since uhhh... I only have three chapters written right now.
Anyway. A massive thank you to @viola-halogen here on Tumblr for beta-reading this!! You're amazing and ily so much <3 /p
And thank you to everyone reading, I hope you enjoy your stay!
Please reblog/say something if you like it!!
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As a side note, I'll update the warnings and the word count for this fic as I upload chapters and I'll put any TWs at the beginning of chapters.
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PIngs: I'm basically just gonna ping everyone who said they'd be interested when I first posted about this thing, if you want pings for future story parts please let me know!!
@d0tping @agoddamnednerd @icequeensreblogs hi :)
Prologue: Before The Sun Rises
Roman awoke in the middle of the night. For a reason he didn't know, from a dream he couldn't remember. He looked around at his bedroom, only lit by dim candlelight, and wondered why he had awoken at such a time. Waking up at such strange hours of dark morning was not a regular occurrence for him, in actuality he couldnât remember the last time it had happened, so something must have woken him up. Something that his gut told him he should investigate.Â
He groaned, unfolding his wings and kicking off the heavy duvet, before stretching out and looking around. His curtains were still drawn over his balcony doors and the candles around his room were glowing dimly, just barely holding on to the last of their wicks as they had been burning since it got dark. The soft fur of his large red rug tickled his bare feet as his loose, silk bedclothes practically floated around him. He stood still for a moment, listening, trying to feel for any presence in the room. Only his antennae twitched while he waited, but nothing happened.Â
Letting out a breath the Prince slowly made his way to the large door, turning the handle and opening it slowly to hopefully avoid any creaking. One might be wondering at this point why he was investigating so carefully to find out why exactly he had woken up at such an odd time. He was their kingdomâs prince, albeit not the crown princeâif only by mere secondsâbut still a Prince by every definition. There were guards stationed outside of his door and more down the hall. It wasnât as though an intruder would be able to get through and besides, he was safe in the knowledge that if anyone wanted to assassinate a member of the royal family it wouldnât be him. They would go for Remus, his brother, the crown prince, or their dads, the Kings, first. Not him, the spare prince.
Roman wouldnât want to admit that he faltered only slightly when he found that the guard usually stationed by his door was slumped over, back to the wall and sleeping soundly and deeply. The man was softly snoring too, with a little drool clinging to his lip. How disgusting, and how negligent, he supposed he must have a word with the guards in future about sleeping on the job.Â
Leaving the guard behindâbut not before taking the guyâs sword just in caseâRoman began to tiptoe along the corridor, the soft carpet muffling his steps. In the end he came to the stairs leading down from the castle tower in which his bedroom was situated. The guards here were sleeping too. He took a deep breath and began to descend.Â
As he moved though the dark castle, Roman simply let his intuition guide him. Though in his head he knew the route, he wasnât sure of the destination. When he felt he had arrived to the place his instincts were leading him, he looked around and found himself outside of the heavy wooden doors of the throne room. With a deep breath, he pushed them open only to see that the room was lit better than the rest of the castle. Sprawled lazily over his fatherâs throne he found his brother.Â
Remus was lying sideways across the throne, legs kicked up and crossed over one another on the armrest while he rested with his arms behind his head. Immediately Roman noticed things that⌠seemed off. For one, Remus was fully clothed in daywear, as though he hadnât realised it was the middle of the night. Secondly there was a bag resting against the leg of the ornate throne, a large pack, one of the ones they would usually have the servants carry when they went on week-long hunting trips in the forests.
When Remus noticed him he shot up from the chair so fast it almost gave Roman whiplash. His brotherâs toxic green butterfly wings were flapping behind him now as he hovered only a foot in the air. He smiled at Roman, but it wasnât his usual toothy grin that often seemed to creep everyone who saw it out, it seemed lke something a little more sad.
âHey RoRo,â Remus said, landing back on his feet and slowly walking over, âI knew youâd come over here after I woke you up.â
âAh, so youâre the culprit Iâve been searching for,â Roman said dryly, without his usual flair of dramatics. What? It was the middle of the night and he needed his sleep.
âYep!â Remus grinned, âYou caught me!â
âIt seems I have.â Roman nodded. âNow was there a reason for waking me up at who knows what time in the morning, or were you simply attempting to be annoying as usual?â
âIâm leaving,â Remus declared, turning on his heel to walk back over to the throne and pick up the bag. âIâm running away! Never coming back!â
âWait wait what?â Roman yelped, holding up his hands and dropping the sword to clatter onto the floor in the process. âHold on just a moment! Youâre leaving? In the middle of the night? Without telling anyone?â
âIâm telling you! And thatâs how running away works, Ro,â Remus called back, shooting that annoying smile over his shoulder as he walked straight past Roman towards the throne room doors. âAnd no-one else âcause otherwise theyâll come looking for me- You know I wasnât supposed to be crown prince, Ro, everyone in the kingdom hates me anyways, even Dad and Pa wish you had been born first.â
âWait- Remus! We donât hate you- what are you talking about?â Roman cried, jogging to catch up with him, his wings fluttering in an attempt to make him go faster. âWhere will you even go?â
âI dunno!â Remus said. âThatâs the best part, see? Because I can go wherever I want! No guards, no parents, no servants, I can just go out into the world and live my own life without being told to go to a lesson here or there or do training or read this boring old dusty book thatâs full of crap.â
âAlrightâŚâ Roman said slowly. âWhy⌠why are you telling me this? You know theyâll question me when they realise youâre gone, why not slip away without telling anyone?â
ââCause,â Remus shrugged, informal as always, âyouâre my brother, Ro. And no matter how prissy and perfectly annoying you can be, I still love ya, so⌠I just⌠thought you should know! And besides! Once Iâm gone youâll get to be crown prince! Which is what youâve always wanted, so you can do that! And I can not do that- and then weâll both be happy, right?â
âAnd⌠this is really what you want?â Roman asked, tilting his head a little.
âMhm, Iâve been planning this for weeks! Had to slip a bunch of Dadâs sleeping medicines into the guardâs soup and everything,â Remus said with a grin.
âI honestly canât believe this worked so wellâŚâ Roman sighed. At least he wouldnât have to have that conversation with the guards, not if this wasnât their faultâperhaps something about being more vigilant over drugged food though. âIâll- Iâll miss you- you know that right?â
âCourse I do,â Remus said. Finally he stopped moving, turning back to face Roman. âIâll miss you too! Tell Logan I said bye, ok? But actually donât because thatâll clue him in on the fact that you know something⌠Prank him a bunch for me, âkay?â
âWill do, sire!â Roman said with a mock bow and a chuckle, before his smile faded into a frown and he reached for his brother. For once, Remus didnât object to being dragged into the tight hug, in fact he hugged Roman back just as tightly. The two princes stayed there, in the doorway to the throne room, for who knows how long before Remus pulled away.
âDonât let them come after me, ok?â Remus said, already walking away.
âIâll do my bestâŚâ Roman said as he watched his brother retreat down the hallway, watched him turn the corner and disappear.Â
Standing there in silence for a moment, Roman bowed his head, sending a silent prayer to whatever deity would listen that his brother would be ok in the world beyond their castle, before making his way back to his bedchambers. He already knew he wouldnât get any more sleep that night.
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HELLO for these you can either spin the wheel, pick a kid, or skip if you're not feeling a specific prompt! âď¸ (what makes them happy), âď¸(what makes them sad), đĽ (anger habits?), đď¸ (married?), đď¸ (travel?), đ (collect anything?), âď¸ (wish they could forget anything?)
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A second sanders sides has it the tower??????
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mixed unit au p.1
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GOJO SATORU: KISS & MAKE UP
⊠⧠Ë. streamer!au: after the breakup, you two decide to make up in the traditional wayâby having sex! NSFW
contents: fem!reader. oral (f. recieving), p â> v, teasing, praise, hair pulling (m. recieving), missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, use of pet names (too many to list here). not proofread bc you couldn't pay me to read all this again. 2.5k words. read this fic beforehand for better understanding of the context, but you don't have to.
author's note: tumblr hates me and that's why the banner quality's trash. if u wanna see the details, click here. anyways the streamer!gojo smut has finally arrived, tagging @satorena @screampied @cultrise, enjoyyy ;)
âdid you tell them weâre back together?â
satoru nods in response to your question, plopping down on the couch next to you. he's spent the last hour chatting with his stream, and eventually he broke the news that you and him were back together after the breakup.
âyeah, i did,â he confirms, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. your hands automatically move to his hair and you thread your fingers through the soft white strands, pausing after a couple seconds to give him a quick kiss on the forehead.
a week ago, you and satoru had an admittedly messy breakupânot messy in the sense that it got toxic or dramatic, but messy in the way that it couldâve easily been avoided. it wasnât that big of a deal, but thankfully, you and satoru resolved your misunderstanding within a relatively short time.
since then, things have been a little differentâsatoruâs been taking a break from streaming, which gave him move time to spend with you and away from his thousands of fans. it was his suggestion, and not surprisingly, it worked. but all good things have to come to an end, and your âhoneymoonâ away from satoruâs stream seems to be coming to a close.
âsomething smells good,â satoru notes, lifting his head and glancing at the kitchen. âwait, is that ramen?â your boyfriend gasps, eyes rounding as he looks at you hopefully.Â
âyeah, you said you were craving it, so i made some,â you reply with a smile, untangling yourself from his arms and walking over to the kitchen. satoru blows you a flurry of kisses that you see out of the corner of your eye as you check on the ramen, which looks pretty much done.
âyâknow, i still havenât forgiven you for the shit you pulled last week,â you say dryly, turning off the stove and draining the water from the ramen into your sink. the steam rises up as the boiling water slips down into the drain, clouding your face for a moment before it dissipates into thin air.Â
â...does that mean i donât get to eat that ramen?â satoru asks tentatively, a nervous smile on his lips as you empty a packet of flavored powder into the ramen. you shoot him a look and raise an eyebrow, turning back to the stove to hide your smile.
âmaybe, maybe not,â you reply coyly, not wanting to give in too soon.
âboo, you whore.â
you roll your eyes and divide the ramen into two bowls, one for you and one for your boyfriend. âyouâre lucky iâm too nice to let you starve, regina,â you say pointedly, walking back over to the couch and handing one of the bowls to him, which satoru takes with both handsâa habit from his childhood that never went away. âotherwise youâd beââ
satoru cuts you off by poking your lips with his chopsticks, steaming hot ramen wrapped around them. you reluctantly open your mouth and let him feed you, smiling when he seals the bite with a kiss.Â
âbest girlfriend ever,â satoru proclaims when he pulls away, a lazy smile playing on his lips. his soft blue eyes study your own, observing your unusually guarded expression and frowning.
âhow many times do i gotta apologize for my bullshit before you stop making that face at me?â he grumbles, twirling his chopsticks in his bowl and taking a bite of the ramen. itâs cute how satoruâs face lights up at the taste, and itâs even cuter how his eyes round at you in awe when he takes another bite. âi didnât know instant ramen could be this good,â he muses, licking any lingering flavor off of his lips.
âvery funny, satoru,â you laugh, swirling your chopsticks around the broth and watching the rest of the steam rise from your bowl. âand to answer your question, i donât really know.â
satoru tilts his head and takes a sip of his water, ice clinking against the side of the glass. when you respond to his question, he pauses and tilts his head in confusion. â...wait, what does that mean?â
you think for a second, choosing your words carefully. âiâm not sure how long itâll take until weâre back to⌠normal,â you say cautiously. in all honesty, you werenât that pissed off at himâyou never were. but the fact that satoru was so ready to throw your relationship away over something as small as that was upsetting, to say the least. and you werenât entirely sure it wouldnât happen again.
satoru looks at you thoughtfully, more serious than youâve seen him in a while. you can almost see the gears turning in his head before he replies. âany idea how i can make it up to you?â
you shrug, swallowing another bite of ramen before you meet his eyes. âyou tell me. actions speak louder than words.â
your boyfriend drops his chopsticks, letting them clatter around in the bowl before he stands up. he extends a hand to you, a determined glint in his eye. âthen lemme prove it to you.â
âsatoru, you canât bribe me with sex.â
âthatâs not all iâll be doing, sweetheart. trust me.â
and thatâs how you ended up in his room, hands tangled in satoruâs soft white hair as he eats you out. his tongue laps at your cunt with quick, kitten-like strokes, and he presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. âfeels sâgood, satoru,â you breathe, involuntarily tugging on his hair and dragging out a groan from his lips. âsorryââ
âdonât apologize,â satoru mumbles in reply, nose brushing against your dripping thighs as his tongue slips past your folds and goes in deeper. he looks up and locks eyes with you, unable to resist smiling at the way your legs tremble around him. âaw, youâre so fuckinâ cute,â he murmurs, flicking his tongue in and out of your cunt with a grin. âand iâm the one who should beâfuck, youâre gorgeousâapologizing.â
this isnât the first time satoruâs eaten you out, but it feels like it every single timeâsomehow, his tongue has a talent of rendering you unable to focus on anything else but him. you grind your hips against satoruâs face, eyes squinted shut as your boyfriend flattens his tongue before lapping your slick up with cloudy eyes. âshit, i donât know what iâd be without you,â he murmurs, voice low and steadyâand something about his tone makes you certain heâs being completely honest with you.
âyouâre soâfuck, satoru, iâm gonna cum,â you breathe, back automatically arching when satoruâs tongue reaches that spot inside you. he laughs, and the vibration of the soft sound against your puffy, sensitive cunt almost makes your legs give outâbut thankfully, satoruâs hands are secured around your thighs, holding you in place. ââtoru, i canâtââ
âyeah, yâcan, just relax that pretty pussy for me,â he cooes, licking up the slick dripping down his chin. âcâmon, youâre doing so good fâme, keep going, baby.â and just like that, his tongue slips out of your cunt and he lets you cumâthe sheer force of your orgasm hits you like a truck, and your hips roll against satoruâs face in a choppy rhythm as you desperately ride it out, hands gripping and accidentally yanking his hair.
you stutter out his name a couple more times, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of satoruâs mouth on your sensitive, gushing pussy. your boyfriend praises you the whole way, gently murmuring soft words about how sweet you are for letting him taste you, even while your relationship was rocky. when your voice steadies enough for satoru to make out what youâre begging him to do, heâs not at all surprised to hear you plea for him to fuck youâso stands up and tugs you down onto his bed, hand intertwined with yours as he pulls the sheets over your bodies.Â
you squeeze satoruâs hand and lean in to kiss him, chest still heaving from your earlier orgasm. naturally, you miss his lips and end up kissing the side of his face, which is flushed bright red from the way his body reacts to the taste of your pussy. âdonât ever leave me like that again,â you whisper, tears pricking at your eyes for some reasonâmaybe itâs the lovesick way satoru looks at you, or maybe itâs the way heâs holding onto you like thereâs no place heâd rather be.
âi wonât,â satoru promises, pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead and pulling your head into his chest. his lips touch the top of your head as he murmurs, âand if i do, shoot me.â it sounds like a joke, but you both know that heâs dead serious.
âgood thing i wonât have to do that,â you say with a soft giggle. your smile is heart-achingly familiar to satoru, and it feels like homeâand thatâs the realization that has him stripping off what little clothing the two of you still have on before he climbs on top of you.Â
satoru touches the tip of his dick to your pussy, waiting for your nod to allow him to go in all the way. after a second, you dip your chin and trail your fingers down satoruâs jaw, grabbing his chin and pulling him down into another kiss. his lips linger for a couple seconds, still-minty breath tickling your face, before he pulls away. satoru slowly lowers his hips and nudges his dick inside of your desperate cunt, hands resting on either side of you.
even though itâs only been a little over a week since you last had sex with satoru, it feels like itâs been foreverâyour boyfriend curses when he feels how tight you are, mumbling something about missing you âso fucking muchâ as he goes in deeper and deeper. it hurts a little at first, but you quickly get used to the feeling of him inside of you.Â
âfuckinâ hell, iâm never gonna get tired of this,â satoru breathes, dipping his head and kissing your collarbone. a single drop of sweat drips down the side of his face as he watches you squirm, eyes soft and endearing as you do so. he starts rolling his hips back and forth against you to loosen you up a little, dragging out soft moans from you as he does so.Â
âyeah, you better not,â you mutter, tilting your head back and drawing in a long breath of air. you canât remember the last time you felt this goodâmaybe it was the last time satoru fucked you. âsatoru, yâre going so slowââ
your boyfriend cuts you off with a particularly harsh thrust, making your body jolt against his mattress. satoru lifts his head and looks you in the eye, a breathy laugh slipping out of him when he sees the pout on your lips. âthe fuck you mean, iâm going slow? you want me to tear you apart? silly girl,â he tuts, back to his usual cocky self. he shakes his head and goes deep enough in you to force you to arch your back, starting to grin at the way you paw at his chest. âalways so selfish, arenât you?â he cooes, dipping his head and giving you a sloppy kiss on the forehead. âbut youâre alwaysâsoâfuckinââsweet,â satoru whispers, punctuating each word with a thrust hard enough for you to moan out his name more times than you can count.
âyouâre the selfish one,â you mumble, lips trembling enough to muffle your voice. satoru huffs out a sigh and kisses your mouth, teeth gently brushing against your bottom lip. âyou broke up with me for no reason,â you continue, tears pricking at your eyes again. âyou think iâm gonna forgive you this fast?âÂ
satoru shakes his head again and caresses the side of your face. âwill you?â he asks, slowing his pace enough for you to notice. you mutter something about him edging you on purpose, to which satoru shushes you and repeats his question.
âmaybe.â
âyou gotta stop giving me maybeâs, babyâyâre drivinâ me crazy here.â
in the past week, satoruâs done so much for you, and it hasnât gone unnoticed. on the day after your breakup, he picked you up from your house and took you for a picnic entirely curated by him. on the second day, he made you breakfast, lunch and dinnerâit wasnât the best food you ever had, but it was definitely the most memorable (in more ways than one). on the third day, he took you out to your favorite amusement park and did everything he could to make you smileâby then, you had pretty much forgiven him, and the giant teddy bear he dropped in your bedroom only made you love him more. the rest of the days were filled with longing glances and little gifts left around your house, which only helped him earn more and more of you back.
so, you figure that satoru deserves what comes next.
âokay,â you whisper.Â
satoruâs eyes widen and he hesitates before he tentatively asks, âdoes this meanââ
you donât let him finish his question, instead grabbing his face and tugging him down into a full kiss. he lets out a soft hm? in surprise, but kisses you back more than gratefully. âcâmon, make me cum,â you breathe when he finally pulls away. satoru nods dazedly and mouths âi love youâ before he goes back in you, pace faster than before.
one of his hands snakes down to your waist, holding it in pace while the other caresses your face. you gaze up at him with a soft smile, eyes fluttering open and closed every time his dick hits your sweet spotâwhich is more times than your body can handle, but you welcome the feeling of him deep inside of you. after barely a couple thrusts, a coil forms in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter with each movement of satoruâs hips.Â
satoru laughs, chest heaving as he grins down at you cheekily. âi knew youâd forgive me,â he murmurs, pinching your cheek affectionately. âmâ so sorryââ
âshut up and fuck me,â you interrupt, tongue starting to loll out of your mouth as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming all over satoruâs dick.Â
âas you wish, princess.â
satoruâs breathing slowly changes, becoming more choppy and uneven the closer you watch him get to his highâitâs so, so close for both of you, and when it comes, it takes over both of your minds like a drug. satoru curses and groans out your name, thrusts growing sloppy as he desperately rides out his orgasm. cum shoots out from his dick and coats the inside of your cunt white, dripping out once you physically canât take any more.
you run your hands all over satoruâs body, clawing and gripping at every inch of skin you can latch ontoâsatoruâs always been your anchor, and you hope that he always will be. one of his hands leaves the side of your face and tangles with your fingers, holding it down against the mattress as he promises to never screw you over like that again, and youâre only too welcoming to him and his words as you squirt all over his dick. âfuck, satoruââ
he lifts his eyes and meets your own, and unlike you, his vision is clearer than ever. âshoot me if i ever leave you again, baby. iâm serious.â
you raise a shaky hand and touch the side of his face, eyes fluttering shut as you murmur, âi know i wonât have to.â
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what if you are a beautiful person and i love you. what then. will you not accept this love? will you take away this joy of delighting in your presence? how long are you going to say you arenât someone beautiful?
#delete later#IT'S ON MY BRAIN OKAY. LET ME BE SLIGHTLY CRINGE ON MAIN AND LOOK AWAY FOR A SEC.#someone asked me how i was so good at compliments and i thought tbh i'm not good i just say them more#everyone i think is pretty good at seeing good points in others and loving them in their own ways but uh#they're just not used to saying it out loud#which is such a shame#i asked some friends the other day their most valued parts of themselves before asking their least valued parts#and they all struggled so hard for the first and had many answers for the second#and as a friend you must know how painful that is. but as a person you don't know how to be anything else. laying on my face brb#and i really do think so much of that lays in language and what we articulate#i'm fortunate enough that i get a lot of love irl and also bc i chose the amazing hobby of writing fanfic#but even for me if you ask me to think of the good and bad parts it's far easier to articulate the bad#not because i don't try to think of and love my good parts but bc my bad is articulated far more than my good#and if that's the case for someone like me who's received and receives so much love than how much worse is it for the average person?#i think it makes me angry but really i'm just. idk. i know we all have our egos and self-centeredness in certain areas but also like.#a bit more love received provides more overflow for love to be given. i think. it's compounding interest#annika rambles in the tags#been a hot sec since i used that tag but really it's just on my mind so much and i don't know how to say it in a way that's not arrogant#i want so badly to know the right way to love someone ughhhh growing up is hard
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gojo satoru x reader | college au [18+]
kickoff ch.12 how you get the girl
á° pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader
á° summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.
á° warnings/tags. 18+, fem reader, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot, marijuana use, sexism, sexual harassment (verbal only)
á° chapter. 12/x (probably 18)
á° words. 11.3k
a/n. man the color scheme for this chapter is kinda giving BRAT lolol...i mean gojo IS brat. anywho, i don't have much to say at the beginning of this chapter but i do have a LOT to say at the end of it sooo see y'all at the bottom!! hope u enjoy. also BIG THANK YOU to @whereflowerswenttodie who beta read parts of this chapter for me n convinced me not to scrap it lol
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11:03am you: hi! 11:03am you: good luck today 11:03am you: incase i donât see you
11:05am Gojo Satoru: Why wouldnât you? Arenât you gonna be on the field for your newsletter shots?
11:07am you: i mean yes but idk where iâm gonna be stationed so 11:07am you: it might not be on UTokyoâs side of the field
11:08am Gojo Satoru: Okay then Iâll look for you before the game starts
11:10am you: no pls donât. coach yaga thinks i distract you. i donât want to get yelled at again. he scares me :(
11:12am Gojo Satoru: Haha youâre silly 11:13am Gojo Satoru: East side entrance at 2 11:13am Gojo Satoru: Be there
11:14am you: or be square?
11:15am Gojo Satoru: Yea whatever shape you wanna be in is fine cutie
Itâs a bright sunny day outside, perfectly blue sky with a scattering of fluffy clouds seen outside the window of your shared room in your apartment, and you realize spring is fully here from the way birds chirp past the glass. Youâre stuffing your camera case full of chilled Kodak film rolls, your last stash left, and itâs the last piece of equipment you pack before slinging the strap over your shoulder and heading out the door.
Mina had offered to give you a ride to the stadium since your carâs still at the shop, but youâre happy you opted for the bumpy bus ride and although you come close to low-grade concussions from the bang of your head to the window at every other speed bump, the music in your ears while someone else is operating a public transport vehicle helps you think creatively before shooting shots.
It was surprise enough that Mina of all people was going to this game, and when you questioned her about it in the morning, she looked at you like you were absurd to assume anyone from UTokyo wouldnât be at this game, and sure enough, itâs all anyone on Instagram has been repping on their stories or talking about in the bustling minutes before lectures. Even Utahime was going to this game, and she hates all intercollegiate sports. You knew the game was a big deal, given the way Coach Yaga was yelled at via email by the Dean of UTokyo to make sure the team wins today because a multimillion dollar Nike sponsorship would be greenlit by the prospect (for some reason you were ccâd in an email chain among divisional higher-ups, but you werenât opposed to snooping in on conversations that were entirely outside of your tax bracket).
Itâs because itâs the second to last home game before the season ends, and apparently this has been statistically the best season the UTokyo D1 Menâs Soccer team has played since the new millenia. No pressure to the players on that fact, but failure wasnât much of an option for them anymore.Â
And you can feel the stakes the second you step inside the stadium. Packed would be an understatement, there were people flooding the aisles, overbooked for the sake of the university pocketing an extra buck no doubt, but spectators could care less since they were able to at least get in on the basis of that irresponsibility in the first place, despite the stadiumâs capacity having long been reached before the pregame festivities even start. Banners and signs drape over railings with the schoolâs striking blue and golden colors, every single replay screen is lit up and brightly pixelated at every north, south, east, and west entrance for inclusive viewing. As you pass VIP security and make it into the lower field-level entry, the scattered chants from the crowd amplify in volume and you almost wince a little to yourself from the noise. The stadium felt like a living, breathing entity, pulsing with the collective heartbeat of everyone inside.Â
Youâve never been more overstimulated in your life, except instead of finding it frightening, it was electrifying. And for once, you think you can understand what an athlete must feel when playing on their own home turf surrounded by those that are wholeheartedly rooting for them.
Hana is quick to spot you, panic clear across her face as she regards you with a couple pages with your assigned vantage points, a rushed briefing session, and then sheâs darting down the sidelines to make sure equipment is set up appropriately where needed. Sheâs understaffed, given you told Utahime about Kaiâs little intervention last week and she made a nasty point to the university (and possibly a handful of legal threats) and they relented in firing him. So now the three of you were down a photographer, and the extra work shows in the instructions she gave you as you skim the sheets.Â
A glance at your phone tells you itâs close to 2pm, and your eyes take in the expanse of green on the field. UTokyoâs players practice kicking shots off to the right goal post, while YCUâs players practice shots off to the left. You canât spot where Gojo is, but you faithfully head down to the East Side entrance like he asked you to.Â
When you round the corner, you almost crash right into an Ichiko mascot, but swiftly dodge, and then you stop in your tracks when you see Gojo standing right at the concrete entrance. Heâs leaning back against the adjacent wall, arms crossed at his chest, and heâs stretching his neck side to side with a creased brow, an intense look in his eyes, lost in serious thought, scanning the wall across from him like heâs mapping out plays in his head.Â
When you approach him and catch the corner of his eyesight, he leans off the wall and flashes you one of his so extremely charmed to see you grins on reflex, and suddenly thereâs nothing your senses seem to pick up on except him. Like everything else around you just disappears.
âHey, you,â he says when he comes up to you, and you walk him like a dog back to a corner thatâs tucked further away from noises and sights. You lean your back against the wall now, the coolness of concrete seeping through the fabric of your shirt, and he stands a step in front of you. Your hands toy with the strap of your camera.
âAre you ready to win today?â you ask him, and look off to the right into the flourishing seats that are still being filled to the brim, âclearly thereâs no pressure.â
He breathes in deep, and releases it slowly, like there really was tension to relieve. âWeâve got no choice but to win.â
âIs that something Coach Yaga says to you guys often?â you ask him, because the man recited the same thing about five times in that email chain. âAlso, apparently you take years off of his life.â Another thing he recited about five times in that email chain.
Gojo only addresses what he wants to address, as per usual. âYeah, itâs something he says to us often.âÂ
âSo,â you say, âwhat did you want to talk about?â
He looks at you puzzled, tilting his head to the side. âNothing. I just wanted to see you.â
Itâs hard to assume that he didnât have something to talk about with the intention of telling you to meet him here, because this is the same place you confessed to him a few weeks ago, and so is also the place he so painfully rejected you. But maybe he doesnât think about these kinds of things as much as you do. âI see.â
His tongue pokes to his cheek as he studies your anticipating expression, and then he sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly. âWhat are we doing? I mean, I like you, and you like me too, at least I hope you still do. Why donât weââŚwhy donât we just give it a go already? I donât see how we can move forward if you wonât at least let me take you out on a date.â
Your hands stop fidgeting with your camera strap from his words, and you lick your lips, suddenly unable to keep eye contact with him so your gaze drifts down to his chest in front of you. His uniform is clean, no smudges of dirt or grass, just pure white fabric underneath heat-pressed blue and golden accents, and of course, that signature number 10. Youâre sure heâs all youâll ever think of when you see that number now for the rest of your life.Â
You know when you want something so bad you donât know what to do once you have it? Because it almost seems too good to be true?Â
âI just wanted to let stuff between us breathe for a little bit,â you confess, âitâs just, it was a lot to deal with. Being around you when I thought you didnât want me the way I wanted you. I donât know if this is odd to say, and maybe Iâm overthinking it, but I just feel like somewhere along the way, I kind ofâŚforgot who you were for a little bit.â This kind of vulnerability would have you running away with your tail between your legs with anyone else, but not with him. Not after everything.Â
His expression softens, melting away that confrontational energy he had earlier, and he nods slowly. He opens his mouth to speak, but he canât seem to find words. The presence of them is there, though, you can feel them. But what good are his thoughts if not voiced?Â
âI just wanted to spend a little bit of time getting to know you again, I guess.â You squeeze your arm in reassurance of yourself because he wasnât giving it to you. You let out an awkward laugh. âI donât really know what Iâm saying right now, to be honest.â
You can tell heâs at a crossroads, and you think back to this week and his efforts to get you to open up to him again. You know how he feels right now, because itâs exactly how you felt when he rejected you. Like when someone is so close, yet so far, you can feel that theyâre within arms reach but never truly. And theyâre slipping away for some reason that you may never know, but all you can do is assume that itâs a fault of your own. Youâre not really sure what he can do to make you feel secure about this whole thing anymore, and you can see the slight panic in his eyes when he realizes that too.
âI donât mind waiting,â he tells you, rushed with a desperation entirely contrary to his words, âwhatâs a week or two when I want to spend a lot more of those with you anyways.â But he takes a deep breath, like heâs already mentally preparing himself for an agonizing wait in his head.
Thereâs a sound over the stadium speakers, something technical and sporty and goes entirely over your head in dismissal, but to Gojo it seems to have a different effect, as heâs suddenly attentive and stands up straighter, that focused expression on his face from earlier resurfacing. You realize he needs to get back to the field.Â
âCan we continue this conversation after the game?â he asks you hastily, already turning towards the center of the stadium. And he adds an obligatory, âsorry.â
âYeah, sure,â you quickly agree, suddenly feeling like youâre taking up his time.Â
He gives you a small smile, unsure in its presentation but pure in its intention. But he can only take one step towards the field before you reach out and pinch the fabric of his jersey to keep him still. He feels the tug of it and fully faces you once again.Â
âUm. Just a sec,â you say, âI have something to give you before your game.â
âOh?â he looks at you with interest, âI fucking love things.âÂ
âYou have to close your eyes though.â
ââŚwhat is the thingâŚâ He squints at you with a what are you up to expression.
âJust close your eyes!â you snap at him.
âOkay, okay, jeez,â he holds his hands up in front of him in surrender, shaking his head to get his hair out of his face and then he closes his eyes. âYouâre scary as hell sometimes. Excuse me for being cautious.â
You roll your eyes, useless because he doesnât see it, and then take a step towards him. You cup his jaw with the palm of your hand, his cheek twitching slightly from the unexpected contact, and then you raise on your tiptoes to press your lips to his cheek. Itâs short and sweet with the sound of a peck.
âFor good luck,â you whisper, then you quickly lower yourself back onto your heels, take a step back and tuck some strands of hair behind your ear. The ground suddenly interests you.
He opens his eyes, blinking a few times with shock and his hand comes up to brush the tips of his fingers against the spot you kissed him, and then his gaze goes comically dazed when he reaches out to hold you. âAlright, câmere you,â he says, closing his eyes and puckering his lips as he leans down to kiss you but you laugh and push his face away.
âNo no no, only on the cheek for now,â you say with a small laugh.
He does nothing to restrain his frustrated groan. âYou canât do something that cute and then expect me to be chill about it.â
âIf you win, then, maybe Iâll let you kiss me for real.â
âMaybe?â
âYes. Maybe.â
Heâs close, towering over you near this bustling east side entrance that he seems to like so much, and his eyes drop to your lips. âAlright. I like those odds.âÂ
You give him a smile and slip away from him to get back towards the field, and you feel his eyes on you as you walk away.
The pregame events are a blur, with blaring music accompanied by the sounds of the sports announcers clipping across the speakers, finally quieted down in time for the players to line up on the field for the national anthem which was then followed by UTokyoâs alma mater.Â
Youâre stationed on the same side of the field as Minato, UTokyoâs side, while Hana is covering the sidelines of the opposite end with the opponents goal post. Minatoâs filling up a cup of Gatorade for himself at the athleteâs station and then he comes back around to find you.
âAre you ready to take your shots? I see Hana wanted you to shoot on film today,â he says to you as he sloshes around Glacier Freeze in a flimsy plastic cup.
You twist your aperture dial with your thumb. âYesss, all set. Iâll try to keep up.âÂ
He nods at you in approval.
The atmosphere feels nerve wracking. Something felt different about this game, the stakes feeling high. Well, of course theyâre high, because if they lose today then theyâre out of the tournament. But the stakes feel high for other reasons too, an energy you can pick up on but canât quite discern.Â
Your eyes drift across the field where you can see a referee placing a ball at the center of the field. Off to the right, you can see Gojo standing with a few of his other teammates, including Geto, Nanami, and Choso, and theyâre all gesticulating to various corners of the field as they discuss what you can only imagine have to do with their plays for today. And you realizeâ itâs their last college soccer season. Their second-to-last official home match before the championship, and for those of them that havenât qualified for the national league, it may be their second-to-last match of this caliber for the rest of their lives. One of the final chances that they have to prove something of themselves. The determination was palpable.Â
The chief refereeâs whistle cuts through the air with three short chirps, and that gathers the attention of all the players on the field. UTokyo wins the coin toss, choosing to kickoff, and YCUâs players choose to attack the left side goal.
Your stomach churns with anticipation, the crowd hushing too as all the players take their places on the field. If you feel nervous, you can only imagine how the athletes feel. Thereâs a rhythm that youâve learned over the past couple of months getting to know the sport, where players stretch out their necks and kick out their feet and take subtle deep breaths as they survey the stands. Idle moments before the start of the match where they have no choice but to look forward and only forward, so they take a moment to stay in the present for as long as they can gather. Youâve never been much of a sports spectator, and perhaps youâve only recently had some personal interest in the team, but you realize you feel pride in your school as you stand behind chalk sideline and see UTokyoâs colors scattered across the field in uniform. And fuck, you wanted them to win. You wanted them to win with fierceness and wrath, and itâs a desire you share with the crowd.Â
Gojo spends a minute talking to the referee before the black and white striped man pats him high on the back in the good sport and urges him towards the center of the field. He lifts his foot up onto the ball, rolling it back and forth underneath the spikes of his cleat, and you can see it in his eyes, even from all the way over here, that he seems to have different ideas in mind for this game too. High stakes. Pre-determined, set with will, evident in the clench of his jaw and the concentrated furrow of his brow as he surveys the field with his eyes, and youâre lost in the sight for what feels like forever because you can hardly register the chirp of the refâs whistle.Â
And then the kickoff starts.Â
The ball is tapped to Geto to start the play, and the first few minutes were intense as the ball was passed back and forth between UTokyoâs players, placing pressure on YCUâs defense as they inched closer and closer towards the goal. A pass between UTokyoâs #4 was intercepted by YCU and the ball was rushed down towards the left side, the crowdâs horror evident in the uproar as they raise to their feet in fearful anticipation, and with ruthless offense, YCUâs forward takes a clear sink shot towards the goal, and the crowd holds their breath before they watch Choso lunge for it in air, gloved hands firmly grabbing the ball and then pulling it to his chest with a possessiveness you can only expect to see from a skilled goalie, before he crashes down into the ground and the crowd releases relief in the form of rowdy roars.
Ten minutes in, with everyone on their toes, each team tested each otherâs defenses. UTokyo were known for stellar offense, especially within the past few years with players like Gojo Satoru and Takuma Ino joining the league as powerful forwards, but UTokyoâs overall offense was still statistically second to none other than YCU. And the pressure YCU was putting on UTokyoâs defense was wearisome to say the least. You glance to see Nanami, who is UTokyoâs best defensive player, huffing and puffing as he stands between two light-footed YCU players in an attempt to guard, and fails an attempt to steal the ball before it gets to the feet of YCUâs striker #6, passed in a split second off to his teammate, with a fake so seamless that it has Choso just a couple inches away from touching the ball before itâs sent flying into the net.Â
The noises from the crowd are still loud, but dampened in spirit.Â
With the referees hand signal up in the air, the current score is confirmed. 0-1, YCU.Â
Coach Yaga calls for a sub, in which he switches Nanami out for who you believe is a 2nd-year defensive player name Yuta youâve seen around practice with a promising statistical record for interceptions, and you watch as Nanami takes the bench before he swipes the sweat off his face in exhaustion. God. Just fifteen minutes into the match, and YCU already has UTokyoâs defense winded from play.Â
You bring your camera up to your face, forgetting for a moment that there was still a job to do here, and you position the direction of the lens towards the center of the field, where Gojo takes his place at the ball once more. Yuta briefly passes by him, signaling some play to him by holding up a number three, likely something Coach Yaga asked him to pass on to Gojo, and you see him briefly nod, his mouth slightly agape as he breathes slowly and pulls his jersey up to wipe at the sweat at his forehead.Â
The referee chirps the whistle, Gojo taps the ball to Yuta, and the play starts.Â
YCU immediately puts pressure on UTokyoâs offensive play once more, with eager movements to steal the ball, but itâs passed between UTokyoâs players with ease, more practiced and more sure. The kind of play that you and the rest of the school was used to seeing from them. However, Geto loses the ball on a left-back pass, but right when YCU makes attempts to cover field in a long-shot kick towards the left, Yuta intercepts the ball and swiftly passes it to Gojo.
The crowd immediately rises to their feet in anticipation, watching as Gojo shuffles the ball down the field, dangerously close to off-field boundaries, a signature tactic he uses because he knows thereâs not a single player in the league that can match him in precision and control to keep the ball in-field on a steal, and he swiftly passes it towards Geto with a side-swept kick, beelining down towards the goal post, in perfect time for Geto pass-back to meet his feet and when Gojo was this close to a net, there was no stopping him.Â
He draws his right foot back, and explosively kicks the ball forward, chipping the grass under it in the motion, and itâs sent flying towards the goal, and then threaded past the goalie right to the back of the net. The cheers that erupt across the stadium rumble the ground beneath you.Â
1-1, even match.
UTokyo spends no time celebrating, other than a few pats to Gojoâs back as he nods in acknowledgement, no emotion on his face other than pure concentration and greed. The greed to win, like a righteous sin. He stretches his neck out, panting slightly as he takes his place towards the right side of the field and the referee chirps his whistle to signal YCU to start the kickoff.
They quickly make attempts in moving the ball towards their scoring-end of the field, but face push-back from UTokyoâs defense, unable to make it much further past the midfield line, and you bring your camera up to take a snap of Gojo, who you see is still standing off to the right side of the field. But when you position it and peer through the viewfinder, that space he once stood at was empty. You pull your camera down, and blink at the sight, and then the crowd is picking up in volume once more.
Gojo sprints down the flank, cutting past every defender, and moves towards YCUâs attacking goal, which was a shocking place to be for a center forward, but you could feel his desire and determination to steal this back-and-forth ball, and succeeds when YCU makes an open pass, thinking they were in the clear, only to have Gojo sneak in at the last moment and get the ball at his feet.Â
The play moves by in a flash, a blur that you or anyone else in the stadium could hardly keep up with it, movements so fast you were shocked a human being was capable of even running that far in such a short amount of time, and in an almost embarrassingly easy play, Gojo makes a fool out of YCUâs defenders as he slips the ball through the legs of his last obstacle before he struck it with sharp precision, sending it soaring to the corner of the goal, past the outstretched arms of the goalie, and into the net.Â
2-1, UTokyo.
It was electrifying, the feeling that strikes through the stadium, one that reaches you in your own blood. Youâre shocked, standing here, after witnessing Gojo score two goals within the matter of minutes, against one of the top three teams in the league. Itâs a shock that reaches everyone, including Coach Yaga whoâs standing about ten feet down the line from you, his arms crossed, and you see his eyes for the first time as he takes his sunglasses off to get a better look at what heâs seeing.
You trail his sight, dragging your gaze across the field until it lands at Gojo, who is barely acknowledging the encouraging pats and shakes and goodhearted shoves that his teammates were giving him, because he was focused. It might sound crazy to say, but you swear his eyes looked like a fiercer shade of blue, like they were lit up, and youâre insanely glad youâre not one of YCUâs defensive players at the moment because you feel fearful of him even just standing on the sidelines.Â
Your gaze trails back to Coach Yaga, who slowly puts his sunglasses back on but his brows are narrowed tightly as he crosses his arms over his chest tightly.
The âathletic zoneâ... Youâve heard of it before. A state of pure focus, of peak performance, where an athlete experiences optimal concentration and a sense of effortless control over their actions. In which they perform at their highest level, where time slows down, any and all distractions fade away, and theyâre completely immersed in their sport at hand. At the task at hand.
Coach Yaga seems to pick up on the fact that Gojo was on the edge of tapping into that state.Â
YCU makes a substitution, and you watch in anticipation as they begin the kickoff.Â
Thereâs fire in their veins with desperation to even out the score once more, rushing the ball down the off-field line, one of their center forwards mimicking Gojoâs signature attack pattern, and Yuta struggles to keep up with the expert dribbling of a fourth-year player with more experience on him, so much so to where he completely leaves the ball unguarded and thereâs an open shot, but Geto places pressure at the last moment, in a fierce battle for the ball, before YCUâs center forward loses the ball over the goal line.Â
Choso picks the ball up, tapping on it harshly a few times as he surveys his eyes down the field, and all offensive players begin to shuffle towards their attacking goal in anticipation for the goal kick. He signals his hand down and then holds up two fingers in the air before placing the ball down on the six-yard box. He tightens the strap of one of his gloves, eyes squinting, and you follow his gaze down to a part of the field where you note UTokyoâs best aerial players are located and being guarded by YCUâs defense. And with complete trust in his team, thatâs exactly where he kicks the ball.Â
Geto makes first contact with the ball, his chest colliding with two other YCU players as his head comes out on top and he headbutts the ball closer towards the inner field, and Gojo immediately gains access to it with a bounce of his knee. The crowd holds their breath, fear that theyâll lose the ball to a steal in the split second it spends floating in the air, but Gojo urges it forward with a bounce off of his chest and then rushes it straight down towards the goal post.Â
You wonder what sight he sees right now. Where youâre dead center, at no angle, lunging towards the sight of an open goal with a sole goalie standing in the center, anticipating to block your shot, and three defenders on your tail. Thereâs no room for error, no time to think, only instincts that you cultivate in the last leading milliseconds. They say that, in sports, athletes channel one hundred hours of practice in just a brief second on the field. A split second success that was years in the making. You canât even imagine possessing that level of perfection in your body, or possessing that level of confidence that you can follow through with it in a moment as dire as this.
It was unreal, the way Gojo fades away from all the defenders, and faces no fear when confronted with the sight of the goalie in front of him while drawing his foot back to kick the ball. You lift your camera up at the last second, no time to think about aperture or ISO, just like he had no time to second-doubt a single twitch in his muscles, and his foot makes contact with the ball so harshly that you can hear the explosive sound even among the delirious cheers from the crowd, before he hook, line, and sinks it straight past the goalieâs head, rushing by like a scarcely deflected bullet, and into the net behind him.Â
3-1, UTokyo.
The whole stadium is momentarily speechless, all players and referees and recruiters and reporters and coaches and employees alike, before the most deafening cheers youâve ever heard in your life scatter across the stands.
Thereâs a moment of brief reprieve, where the players can catch their breath while YCU makes yet another substitution, as if theyâre just trial-and-erroring it at this point, and the cheers in the stadiums remain idle as you canât tear your gaze away from Gojo.
Itâs one of those moments where you realize that someone who you thought was so familiar to you was actually someone you hardly knew at all. You knew he was a talented soccer player, everyone on campus knows it, potentially one of the best to ever grace the league, and the amount of times you passively watched his plays on a lecture hall projector screen as your professor enthusiastically broke them down during class, even before you met him, was good enough for you to realize that he was insane, a one-in-a-million, a talent you cannot replicate, one you have by divinity. One you were born with.Â
And yet, somehow, getting to know him these past couple of months, he just felt so human. For someone so seemingly beyond you, he felt soâŚclose? In those moments where it was just the two of you, it was hard to imagine that he was capable of such greatness, and that so many people were rooting for him with wholehearted tears in their eyes and cheers from their hearts, because most of the time, when he was with you, he was just a dorky idiot. You find that your heart is beating fast in your chest, that feeling of being unsure of what to do with what youâve been wanting resurfacing powerfully.Â
âThis is insane,â you hear Minato say from beside you and you jump a little from your thoughts being interrupted.
You twiddle with your camera straps. âI knowâŚalmost done with the first half and weâre up 3-1âŚI thought YCU are number one in offense for the league?â
âOh, yeah, I mean, yes, that is insane too. But whatâs even more insane is that three of the goals so far have been scored by one player.â He tips his chin towards the right sight of the field and you trail his line of sight. âBy Gojo Satoru.â
Your brow furrows as you watch Gojo, his hands on his hips and his mouth slightly open as he indulges in a few shallow breaths to gain energy while YCU prepares for kickoff. Three goals, by just one player. Your eyes widen when you realize that is insane, especially for a D1 semi-final qualifying match.
âYou know what the divisional record is for most goals scored by a single player during a championship match, y/n?â Minato asks you as he lifts his camera up to take a picture of the area Gojo was standing in.Â
You shake your head and wait for his response.
He drops his camera down and glances at the photo on his screen. âFour. During Keio Uni vs. Osaka Uni, near the beginning of the tournament back in 1997 by Osakaâs center forward number 24, Yuji Nakazawa. Meaning no oneâs managed to beat that record since the new millenia, for a couple decades. Although a few players came close.â
You blink at him, and Minato is jerking his chin over in the direction of Gojo again.
âI think heâs trying to beat the record.â
You can only widen your eyes at Minato in realization, and then the chirp of the refereeâs whistle draws everyoneâs attention back to the field.Â
The sports announcers go wild on the speakers, the crowd raving all the same, standing to their feet like the team just won the championship match.
âLADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! We are watching HISTORY in the making!! Gojo Satoru, UTokyoâs very own 3-year consecutive MVP, has scored his 34th goal of the season, highest of any player in this yearâs season so far, and is now on the road to beat the leagueâs long-standing record for most goals scored by a single player in a championship match since 1997!!â And the crowd roars even louder as you stare out at the field in awe.
YCU starts the kickoff following the prompt short chirp of the refereeâs whistle, and with two minutes remaining on the clock for the first half, make desperate attempts to book it down the field towards their attacking goal, one of their midfielders making a clumsy attempt to strike the ball to the net in the final minutes of the half, and Choso easily catches it in his arms, right before the buzzer of the timer sounds, and the match moves into halftime.Â
All of UTokyoâs players immediately flock towards Gojo in sportful glee, finally having a chance to surround him and harass him with harsh pats on his back and ruffles of his hair for his play in the first half. Choso even puts him in a headlock because they all donât know what else to do with their excitement and adrenaline rushing through their bodies. Their win for today was basically confirmed with the way he was playing.Â
You catch a glimpse of him through the crowd of people, and he has a boyish grin on his face, reveling in the embarrassing amount of attention from his teammates, that focused look from before dissolving into his normal self again. But you can see through him, as well enough as youâve learned to at least, and you can tell heâs not satisfied. Heâs thinking itâs not enough. Thereâs still more to be done, and itâs not time to celebrate yet.Â
His eyes scan down the sideline until they find you.Â
Your heart jumps a second in your chest. He stands up straighter, despite his teammates still clinging to him, and thereâs a twinkle in his eyes when your eyes meet.Â
Cheerleaders take their place out onto the field, performing their numbers with loud music blaring, and the recruiters seated at their white tables get up to roam across the sidelines in discussion with referees and with Coach Yaga and with whatever players they can sink their greedy teeth into, as well as sneak at refreshments while theyâre at it. You can see off to the right that Hana has reunited with Minato and sheâs showing him some of the shots she took over at the opponent's side.Â
UTokyoâs players start to make their way to the benches to grab for towels and drinks of water and to sprawl across in rest, and you hear loud familiar laughter approaching as you watch the players sprawl across the benches, so you avert your eyes towards the source of the sound.Â
You see Gojo approaching the benches, two of his teammates slung with their arms around him in some type of adrenaline-drunken glee as they talk dramatically and theatrically which Gojo entertains with his own drunk-off-of-adrenaline glee. And you raise an eyebrow at his demeanor when he makes eye contact with you.
âThereâs my freaky little photographer,â he says, and heâs standing up straight andâwait, is he puffing his chest out as he makes his way towards you? Oh for fucks sake.
Gojo has always been confident around you, for as long as you can remember, but in the fair few moments heâs been cocky, heâs been a menace. And you can only assume the testosterone-induced high of being on the verge of breaking a league record in front of the entire school then subsequently getting homiesexually praised by his teammates for the better part of the past five minutes, not to mention with the crowd and the reporters feeding his ego with a spoon across the speakers, heâs been transformed into the final boss of cocky.
His teammates surround you too, their hands on their hips as they assess you and Gojo when he meanders right up to you, arms held out to hug you, a sleazy sight youâve seen probably six times this week, and you feel a rush of warmth in your cheeks as you place a hand on his chest to keep him away.
âYouâre sweaty and gross, please stay away from me,â you reprimand him, âthis is an expensive lens that is not humidity-proof.âÂ
âHey, youâre the girl that Kentaro socked in the face with a ball the other day at practice, right?â one of his teammates asks, leaning in towards you to take a closer look at your face.
âOh yeahhh, âcause Satoru wasnât paying attention,â another one of his teammates chimes in teasingly, hardly heard over the loud remix playing in the background as the cheerleaders continue to perform on the field.Â
You shrink a little from where you stand. Gojoâs got an irritated look on his face and heâs shrugging his teammateâs elbow off of his shoulder.
âI really hope youâre getting my good angles,â his teammate to the left comments before winking at you, and you purse your lips together.Â
The one on the right leans in too, looking at your cheek with an assessing look in his eye. âAt least it didnât leave a scar on your cute faceââ
Gojo shoves the both of them back and away from you by elbowing them in the chest, and they make deep eugh noises before stepping away and rubbing at their sternums with pouts on their faces.
âGet the fuck away from her,â he grumbles, âsheâs mine.â
Your cheeks flush slightly with warmth at the attention, and you watch as his teammates scurry away to adhere to some social hierarchy Gojo seems to possess over them.
You raise an eyebrow at him. âYours?â
âYes. Eventually. Whatever, did you see me out there?â he turns his torso towards the field and points behind himself with his thumb, âwhen Iââ
âOh god, you know whatâs soooooooooo super sexy to me?â you interrupt him. âWhen guys are humble.â
âOh câmonnn,â he curls his arm around your waist and pulls you to him, to where you stumble a little on grass and he holds you when you fall into him with more clumsiness than grace. âTell me you arenât at least impressed by me.â
You pout, because you are, and youâd really like to give him some reassurance and validation, but for some reason his cocky attitude is setting you off. âSatoru,â you sigh, wiggling a little in his hug, but he holds you tighter, âIâm working right now. Cut it out.â
He lets go of you at that, sober enough from the adrenaline to realize youâre being serious, but he steps into your space so only you can hear him. âWhat? Are you embarrassed?â
âOf what?â Your face twists with confusion.
âOf me. Are you embarrassed of me?â he asks.
âNo. Why would I be embarrassed of you?â you ask with sharpness.
âI donât know, just, sometimes I feel like youâre always annoyed by me,â he says with a sigh. âItâs like, youâre really sweet sometimes, and then kinda rude out of nowhere, and itâs sort of messing with my head.â
You pout. âYou were messing with my head for weeks.â
âAnd Iâm sorry about that,â he quickly interjects, like he already knew you were brewing up that counterargument, âbut you donât have to act like youâre all disinterested and indifferent just to get back at me for it.â He places his hands on his hips and wipes his temple on the round part of his shoulder when he feels a drop of sweat trickle down from his hairline. âYou donât have to act embarrassed around me either.â
âIâm not embarrassed,â you deny, and your cheeks feel hot, and for some reason you feel angry. âIn fact, Iâm the one that should be asking you that question. Because I still very clearly remember that time you said I was just someone you know in front of your friends.â
He groans and tilts his head back with frustration. âCan you just let that go? Things have changed between us since then. Move on.âÂ
âYou kissed me and then pretended I was just a stranger to you in front of your friends,â you grit as you cross your arms. âThatâs the level of sincerity that I know from you, Satoru.â
âOh, okay, so thereâs nothing else Iâve done that shows you that Iâm serious about you?â he asks rhetorically with incredulity, throwing his hands up in the air in disbelief.
No. Thatâs not true, not true at all. But heâs pissed you off now and so all logic was to the wind. âDoesnât matter. If youâre not embarassed of me, and if youâre really serious about me this time, then fucking prove it.â Youâre speaking out of spite, and you fear youâve just set him off too.
âFine,â he says, and he grabs the microphone straight out from a passing reporterâs hand, replacing it with a gatorade bottle. The reporter stares at the bottle heâs now holding with confusion. âI will.â
âW-Waitââ you squeak out, feeling the hair at the back of your neck bristle in anticipation and a shiver gets sent down your spine. The cheerleaders are making their way off the field at the end of their routine, and you can hear the thumps across the loud boisterous speakers when Gojo whacks his palm to the microphone to make sure the thing was on before he jogs to the center of the field.
The crowd is already cheering, ecstatic to see the afternoon's star player and pride & joy of their school, and Gojo takes a moment to soak in all the glory in comical appreciation with bowing towards all 360 degree angles of the stadium.
âUhhh,â you hear Choso from beside you, whoâs strapping his thick goalie gloves tightly to his wrists, âWhy the fuck does Satoru have a microphone while standing in the middle of the field.â
âIt canât be for any publicly decent reason,â Geto muses.
All you can do is watch.
âHi, uh,â Gojo starts, static blaring slightly across the speakers and the crowd winces with him, âsorry. Iâm Satoru, Gojo Satoru, you might know me fromâuh, the game youâve been watching?â
Cheers all around, because as if a single person wouldnât know who he is. The stands were rowdy and most definitely drunk off of sidestep beers the stadium has been serving all afternoon long.Â
Gojo is about to continue speaking, when he catches sight of the table of recruiters in the corner of his eye and he turns to face them out of respect. âOh, yeah, uh, number 10,â he tugs his jersey up at the shoulder to stretch out the fabric, the 1 and the 0 flattened in view, âdivision player ID 233-997. Coach Yaga keeps my business cards in his purse if you want one.â
âSAAAAATTOOORRUUUU!!!!!â you hear Coach Yaga yell from somewhere in the distance.
âAnywho,â Gojo continues, and the music dims slightly, so he glances at the stop clock on the screen, which shows him heâs got roughly five minutes left to pull off whatever idiocracy he had in mind before the second half of the game starts. âJust here to say that thereâs this girl I really like.â
The crowd gets louder, almost deafening, and sonically mostly feminine in (delusional) hope heâs gonna name call one of them.
Gojoâs voice is crisp and clear through the speakers as he clarifies. âSheâs standing over there,â he says as he nonchalantly points to your exact latitude and longitudinal direction, âwith the big camera slung around her neck that looks like it could pull her down to the center of the earth. Yeah. Sheâs super cute and I really like talking to her.â
âUh-oh,â Geto murmurs from beside you, and you glance at him to try to get a read on the situation but you canât.
Gojo starts to pace across the center of the field now, like heâs working the crowd. âBut get thisâshe thinks Iâm not fuckinâ serious about her!!!â
The crowd groans with him in unison. Yep, most certainly drunk. Or high off of glee. Either way, heâs playing them like a violin.
âHuh?â Gojoâs voice sounds distant now, away from the mic, and you can see on the large pixelated screen that heâs being interrupted by someone that looks like one of the videographers, âoh, whatâs that? This is being broadcasted? Uh-huh. Oh. Iâm not allowed to cuss? Oh fuck, okay. Erâ shit, okay. Waitâshoot, okay.â
Chosoâs smirk is heard from beside you, and you catch Geto and Nanami shaking their heads in your periphery.
âLIKE I SAID,â Gojo continues into the mic, âthe girl I like thinks Iâm just messing around, so. Uh. To show her that Iâm serious about her, Iâm gonnaâŚâ He looks up at the sky to ponder, and you can hear people shouting all sorts of suggestions of nonsense from the crowd. And instead of saying proclaim my undying affection for her through a romantic soliloquy straight from my heart in the presence of the entire school, he saysââIâm gonna strip. Yes. Down to my tighty whities, Imma strip.â
Hâ
Huh?!?!?
You donât even have time to be horrified or scared, youâre just bewildered beyond belief that thatâs what he came up with.
What the fuck kind of reassurance did you ask for. And what the fuck kind of reassurance were you about to get?
The crowd goes wild, itâs no surprise to say everyone and their mothers wants to see him naked, even the straight dudes would dig it for the gym inspo. And he points straight to you, sleazy look on his face and youâre going to ignore the fact that he just winked at you too as he crosses his arms to hold the hem of his jersey and pulls it up over his head in the most raunchy and slutty way a man can take his shirt off.
The music manager is quick with the bit, and is most definitely a fellow Gen Z college student, because Justin Timberlakeâs SexyBack (ft. Timbaland) starts playing across the speakers and the crowd goes ballistic.
âAyo whyâs Satoru Magic Mikeâing the field right now?â one of his other teammates calls out through a mouthful of protein bar, âWhat the fuck did I miss?â
The cameraman does Godâs work in a hella zoom-in of Gojoâs sweat glistened abs, then pans up the naked expanse of the perfect taut skin across his chest, and you canât help but stare even among all your horror. Itâs like when a male bird embarrasses the fuck outta himself to attract a female bird sitting on a perch, except instead of within the context of a NatGeo documentary, this was your real life. Everyone wants him, but heâs making a fool out of himself for you.Â
He pretends to stretch his arms up into the air, a cover-up to flex his biceps, and then he kicks his cleats off, and the socks come off too. Entirely unnecessary, as showing one's ankles is simply too slutty, but alas heâs a whore. And when his thumbs dip into the waistband of his shorts, and thereâs anticipating screeching from the crowd, he finally gets chased by security.Â
Except heâs an intercollegiate D1 athlete, why the fuck wouldnât he be able to outrun a bunch of dudes in black?
The camerawork on him is phenomenal as he runs across the sidelines of the field, eliciting a wave down the bleachers. So good in fact that youâre pretty sure the camera man could shoot for the Olympic track and field, with the way the stadiumâs got a clear sight of Gojo mouthing the lyrics Them other fuckers donât know how to act from the song still blaring with satirical rage on his face as he makes a fool of the men chasing him around the perimeter of the field.
And then he does it, drops his shorts, discards them with a kick, and heâs down to his tighty whities as promised. Cameraman has got to be displaying some previously undiscovered level of talent as he zeroes in on a shot of said tighty whities, with Gojoâsâforgive me, I need to be crassâhuge bulge prominent in Big Dick Energy fashion except his tighty whities have little red hearts in rows across the fabric so do with that duality what you will.
Heâs outrun security with a steady grin on his face as he eats up the drunken crowdâs cheers and riots and roars and you feel like youâre the only sane person in this stadium, or maybe youâre just not used to the fanatics of a college sports crowd. You peep the men in black trailed all the way on the left side of the field where they abandoned their pursuit of Gojo.
He taps imaginary pockets at his thighs, very muscular thighs you take indulgence in noticing, as if he expected to find something there, and he looks around when he doesnât. He shrugs and grabs the microphone of the next passing sports commentator he spots, and then he makes his way back to you.
His breathing is a little shallow, and he inhales deep to catch his breath. âBaby.â The crowd SCREAMS at the way he purrs the word into the mic. âWill you do me the honor,â heâs huffing and puffing, heard across blaring speakers, âof being my lawfully wedded girlfriend?â And then he holds the mic to your lips.
âW-Whaââ you stutter, and thereâs chanting across the crowd with words that barely make sense until you finally realize theyâve started to yell say yes! say yes! say yes! âOh my gosh, okay, yes, fine, now please, for the love of god, put some freaking clothes on!â
The crowd goes wild with cheerful glees, and Gojo shoots fists up in the air in celebration as he runs all the way towards the center of the field with high knees, and youâre gawking at the sight, before he falls backward onto the grass and makes delirious snow angels on the ground. You see Coach Yagaâs vein popping in his neck from pure agitation as he storms off towards the center of the field to knock some sense into Gojo, but you know that Coach Yaga canât kick him out, because they still have a game to win. The perks of being the most valued player in the league is getting to act like an absolutely insane idiot because you know they still need you in the end to bring it home.
You glance to the right, seeing his teammates nodding slowly then getting back to wrapping athletic tape around ankles and stretching out shoulders, with immediate acceptance of his actions like it wasnât even out of character for him to do. And you realize again that you donât know Gojo as well as you think you do.
And then the halftime timer is up.
You see Gojo approach the benches in a quick jog, squeezing some water into his mouth with his green gatorade squirt bottle, and when your eyes flit up to the screens on all four entrances, you see that the cameramen are still all focused on him accompanied by the continued buzz of conversation among the crowd following his public spectacle. But he seems to already be past any semblance of embarrassment as he takes the attention with ease, before he glances up to make eye contact with you and then lightly jogs right up to you.
âDid that prove to you that Iâm not embarrassed of you?â he asks you, cocking a brow with a smug look on his face as he gets all up in your personal space.Â
âI donât know, but Iâm certainly thoroughly and expeditiously embarrassed of you now,â you say, cheeks feeling flush when he leans forward so he can make eye contact with you at eye level. âIâll have to move to a different country.â
His grin is relaxed. âYeah well you asked for it.â
âMaybe. But I underestimated what a lunatic you are.â
âYouâre my girlfriend now, youâve gotta get used to it.â
Your heart skips a beat in your chest. âSatoruââ
âTomorrow,â he cuts you off, âHinode pier. Iâll pick you up at six. Itâs a date, so wear something cute. And preferably easy to take off.â And then heâs attentive to the chirp of the refereeâs whistle in the air before jogging backwards towards the feel and eventually turns on his heel towards the field while youâre left with warm cheeks and a heart that felt like it was moving at a mile a minute.
The timer for the second half refreshes on the screen while you loosely hold your camera in your shaking hands. It occurs to you that you havenât taken a single photo of him before the start of the kickoff, and so you bring the piece of consolidated metal up to your eyes, peering through the viewfinder and focusing it on the center of the field. And there he was. Your muse.
Gojo lets out a breath, which you can see even from here that itâs shaky and staggered with resistance, and he lifts his jersey up to swipe at the sweat trickling down his face as he eyes the ball underneath YCUâs playerâs foot just prior to the start of the second half. There it wasâthat look again of pure focus.Â
3-1, forty-five minutes on the clock. And the referee chirps the whistle to start the second half.
Itâs immediately evident that YCU has returned to the field following halftime with renewed energy, pressing high down the flank relentlessly past UTokyoâs defense, so fast it was hard for anybody to even keep a steady eye on the ball with the fluidity of their passes. The persistence pays off in the fake double-pass that slips past Getoâs feet, a moment of hesitation in the broken flow of UTokyoâs defense, and one of YCUâs strikers has the perfect line of shot towards the goal before digging his foot under the ball and sending it flying towards the corner of the goal post, scoring themselves a goal within just the first five minutes of play.
3-2.
The pressure mounts at the next kickoff, and with about seven minutes of solid play, with back-and-forth passes, multiple attempts at both goal posts to no avail on either side, it was clear that exhaustion was bustling in the veins of all the players.
One of YCUâs offensive players seems to capitalize on this, jumping on a defensive lapse of a pass Nanami attempted to make towards Yuta, and the ball is swiftly stolen then raced back towards the goal post. Choso prepared himself at the line, light on his feet paired with a solid stance, but in a millisecond of a moment, YCUâs offense unexpectedly passes the ball to a player racing up the midfield, and the player chips the ball neatly into the exposed corner of the goal despite Chosoâs attempt to lunge for it in mid air.
Equalized, 3-3 game, momentary shock across the playersâ faces, and the crowd bustles with something that sounds less like glee and more life fear. YCU was prepared to live up to and hold onto their title as the leagueâs number one offense, and as Minato explained to you during your time working in this job, an offensive team isnât good at scoring goals, but rather exceptional at breaking down the other teamâs defense.
Your eyes zero in on Geto, who stands in the center of the field for kickoff, and heâs huffing and puffing. He's the lead of defense for the team, and you can only imagine the level of pressure he feels right now. He glances around to his players, over to Nanami who seemed to share the same level of exhaustion, and then he glances towards Gojo who stood in front of him off to the right. Except you notice that Gojo looks relaxed, albeit still exhausted, but thereâs a composed expression on his face even in the moment of heightened stakes. With locked eyes, Geto nods at Gojo and raises two fingers up into the air to signal a play, of which Gojo seems to respond to by closing more distance between him and the goal post prior to the kickoff, positioning himself almost directly in front of it, to which YCUâs defense immediately begin to guard him in a tight radius.Â
The kickoff begins, with Geto making a few passbacks with Nanami as they close distance towards the field before passing it off to UTokyoâs string of offense and then receding back to their defending goal. UTokyo continues to close distance, raising stakes for YCU as their defense begins to falter under pressure, and the ball gets passed to Gojo, who only keeps it in possession for less than three seconds before he passes it back to Yuuji, a risky decision to make in the second half of a semifinal match, but the first-year swiftly unleashes a powerful shot that rockets past YCUâs goalkeeper, up towards the corner, exceptâ
It bounces off the metal of the goal post, shot off with projectile speed back towards the center of the field, but with razor-sharp reflexes, Gojo headbutts the ball in air, twists his torso and strikes the ball with his foot past a dumbfounded goalie who canât even move an inch to guard the ball that he already knew was going to sink right into the goal, and thatâs exactly what it does.Â
The stadium erupts with the momentum.
4-3, UTokyo.Â
It was a sweet moment, one you manage to capture on camera of Gojo running up to Yuuji and ruffling his hair in reassurance, despite the missed goal. Your heart feels warm in your chest, feeling your own sense of melancholy that this was one of the last times theyâll ever get to play together on a team.Â
Your eyes widen when you glance at the scoreboard, realizing that heâs tied. Gojo is tied for the most goals scored during a championship match. There were less than three minutes left on the clock. UTokyo either preserves their lead, or they risk moving into overtime, which, judging by the exhaustion on the UTokyo playersâ faces in the wake of YCUâs relentless offense this entire game, moving into overtime would be a hefty, hefty risk.Â
YCUâs center forward takes his place in the center of the field, fire evident in his eyes as he glances across the field. YCU are light on their feet, channeling everything in their bodies into these last moments of the game as they prepare to start the kickoff. You glance across UTokyoâs players, and although they look spent, there was a resolute look to all of them. It wasnât the time to give up or feel at ease even near the end of this grueling battle. Now was the time to play.Â
The referee chirped his whistle, and the kickoff began.
YCU immediately presses hard, as all their other plays have been all game, in their desperation to score. You can already see UTokyoâs midfielders move sluggishly in comparison to YCUâs offense, a drag to their feet as YCU pushes past the first layer of defense towards their attacking goal. Geto takes an aggressive approach, making moves to steal the ball while Nanami and Yuta guarded both flanks, and there was a relentless pass-off happening that ate up more than a minute of the remaining time.
Nanami succeeds in stealing the ball, but immediately loses it under his feet by a YCU midfielder, who makes a broad pass down the sidelines to YCUâs star forward who then powerfully kicks the ball towards the unguarded area of their goal, a dangerous shot that was clear towards the crossbar and Choso makes a leap for it, high into the air, his glove brushing against the ball, the entire crowd holding their breath in anticipationâ
And the ball lands in the net.Â
4-4, tied game. With one minute and seventeen seconds left on the clock.Â
There was no time wasted in getting back to center field. No time spent dwelling in the horrific roars of the crowd as they watch with anxiety and fear. No time spent to process or consider or signal any plays. Not even a single second used to catch breath. When there is this much at stake, an athlete thrives on momentum.Â
To your surprise, Gojo isnât the one that takes place at the center of the field to start the kickoff. Yuta stands there instead, and you notice his eyes are erratic as he surveys all corners of the field.Â
The referee chirps his whistle.Â
Yuta immediately passes it off to the side to UTokyoâs midfielder, who curls it towards their attacking goal with a swift pass to Ino, who closes distance towards the goal, but one of YCUâs defender slips in, undoing any progress they had made in their offense by stealing the ball and sending it back towards mid-field. Forty-three seconds. The crowdâs roars heightened as YCU continued to push forward, thirty yards now from scoring, and UTokyoâs defense was desperate to stop them but their momentum was cracking in the wake of their exhaustion.Â
It was a moment you donât think you could ever fully or truly recall, one that you wish you had focused all your energy and attention to so that you could commit it to memory for the rest of your life. The image of Gojo pushing all the way to ten yards before their defending goal, a place where no center forward should really be at in a game like this, but it was exactly what their defense needed. It was exactly what the team needed. It was exactly what the school needed. For the ball to be in his possession.
With twenty-two seconds left on the clock, he steals the ball from right under YCUâs offensive feet, and then charges towards the opposite side of the field. The crowd rises to their feet, thunderous roaring that overtook any and all senses, as Gojo weaves through forwards, center forwards, midfielders, and defenders, covering the entire span of the field in lightning time. Fifty yards, forty yards, thirty yards, twenty hards, ten yardsâ
In a moment you couldnât believe, he digs his foot underneath the ball, and sends it flying out towards the goal. There was not even a margin of an inch in which it slipped past the goalieâs hands, past his head, and swiftly flew right into the net.
With three-two-one seconds, the match was over.Â
5-4, UTokyoâs win.
The final whistle blew, and for a moment, there was silence. As if the world paused to catch its breath. Then, all at once, the crowd erupted with glee that shook the entire stadium at its core. Flags waving, scarves held high, toasts of beer held up to the sky, it was deafening, and it almost makes you want to cry. Thousands of voices shouting in unison, celebrating the hard-fought victory of their schoolâs team. A type of pride that was fostered, and well-deserved, and long-lived.
You quickly glance towards the field again, and see Gojo standing right at the same spot where he had kicked the last and final goal, staring towards the net. You canât see the expression on his face, but it surprises you how still he is. Like a statue, staring at the goal with the ball tucked into its corner. The very epitome of what it means to succeed in this sport was right in front of him, and it seemed like he wanted to soak the visual in for as long as he could.
His trance is abruptly interrupted when his teammates swarm in, rushing over like a wave of pure adrenaline. They slap him on the back, ruffle his hair, shout his name, the sounds of gleeful disbelief mixed with exhausted sighs of relief swarming into the air. And Gojo finally melts away from the tension of the match and into the celebration as he weakly returns the embraces of his teammates while he catches his breath.Â
âITâS OFFICIAL!! ITâS OFFICIAL!! UTOKYOâS VERY OWN GOJO SATORU HAS OBLITERATED OSAKA UNIVERSITYâS RECORD FOR MOST GOALS SCORED BY A SINGLE PLAYER IN A CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!!âÂ
The speakers are blaring the voices of the sports announcers, along with ambient music to match the intensity of the match that everyone had just witnessed.Â
You should probably be doing your job. You know, take a picture of the huddle of players on the field as they bask in the glory of a close victory, but instead your feet start moving on their own. Like a magnet drawn to him, you make your way towards Gojo, only a slight hesitation in your step as you stop about ten feet away, suddenly unsure. But when he makes eye contact with you, all that fear melts away.
He hastily pats the backs of some of his teammates, acknowledging their praise at the center of the huddle before tightly squeezing past them to make his way over to you. Your heart is beating fast in your chest, feeling an almost overwhelming sense of pride in your schoolâs team, but more importantly, in him. What was the acceptable thing to do? Run to him, into his arms, and hug him while he twirls you around? Tackle him to the grassy ground? Kiss him like your life depended on it? You have no clue what the acceptable or sane or normal thing to do is. But heâs made his decision for you when he walks right up to you, his hands holding your waist as he pulls you towards him. He smells earthy, of grass and salt and sweat and of all the hard work he poured into today, the wear and tear of the game evident in the wear and tear of his jersey. He only manages to huff out an exhale at the sight of you, like some relief washing over him just by looking into your eyes. Forget the fact that the crowd was all watching and that all of the screens you could see past his head were focused on the two of you, because all you could hear or see or think was him.
âI believe you owe me a kiss,â he says, huffing as he catches his breath but that doesnât stop the smile that makes its way onto his face.
You nod your head, giving him your own version of a sweet smile as your arms slide up past his shoulders, crossing behind his neck, and he leans down to kiss you.
You hear a swell from the crowd, some teasing comments off in the distance from some of his teammates, youâre pretty sure you hear Coach Yaga yelling at him to get back to the benches, but it all melts away with the feeling of him smiling against your lips as he kisses you at the center of this stadium.
It was a moment so pure, so sweet, so picture perfect, and for once, youâre not the one behind the camera taking the photo. Youâre the one thatâs in it.
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[end of kickoff ch12]
a/n. aaa thanks a lot for reading!! pls the fucking public stripping scene was so stupid i apologize on behalf of kickoff gojo for his behavior đđ iâll put him in his cage dw this chapter had some of what i consider to be the most challenging aspects of writing for me (internal conflict, grand public gesture, sports jargon) and so writing it felt like an uphill battle the ENTIRE time i wrote it and edited it. i considered scrapping it sooo many times cuz i just wasn't happy w it...but whatever i can't expect to be 100% happy w every chapter i put out there haha. i think kickoff has become a lil sacred for me since i've been working on it for a while now but likeee...sometimes u just gotta say fuck it we ball (tbh kickoff gojo probably says that to himself before a match) anywho, i am veryy thoroughly excited for what i've got planned for the chapters to follow, especially moving into the last angsty arc before the end of the series!! so i look forward to picking up momentum w this series again :0 honestly chapters 10 through 12 were the most difficult things i've written so far for a lot of reasons, but i have a feeling things will go more smoothly for me creatively going forward since what i've got planned falls well within my writing comfort range oh also there seems to be a little confusion about the number of chapters left, as i know i had originally said 12, but i anticipate that there will be about 18 chapters of kickoff total!! so still around six chapters left before the end :)) much lovee thanks for reading!!
OH WAIT ONE LAST NOTE I'M SORRY i didnât really have a way of organically incorporating this into the story n iâm not sure if iâll get a chance to in the upcoming chapters, so i just wanted to share this part of ch7 (gojoâs pov chapter) that is relevant to this chapter:
During the thrilling semifinal match between Keio Uni, Gojoâs fatherâs team, and Yokohama Uni during the end of his senior year, spectators witnessed a game that most college soccer enthusiasts would deem was a once-in-a-lifetime watch. Both teams engaged in relentless offense, and Gojoâs father was on his way to shatter the record of the most goals scored in a single championship match within the history of the league, but when he received a call from his wife during a timeout with the most life-altering news he could have ever heard, he abandoned everything on the field that day to go home and be with her. Grainy footage from the televised broadcast still exists online todayâthe moment he sprinted across the field, confused players glancing in his direction, amidst the uproar of the crowd. She called to let him know she was pregnant.Â
the record that gojo broke in this chapter is the same record that his father almost broke before he got the call that he was going to be a dad :0Â
⸠you're all caught up!
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Hot Chocolate?
Summary: Bucky wakes up from a nightmare and canât find you.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader (she/her)
Warnings/tags : PTSD, nightmares, panic. very slight cursing. hurt/comfort. Very much an angsty fic.
Requested by : myself againÂ
Word count : 1.4k
Note : As someone who has struggled with sleep disorders, writing this helped me reach a strange catharsis. Since today is World Mental Health day, please check up on your friends, my loves! Oh and I am still accepting requests, I just have enough prompts for the rest of this week and will be replying to your asks at the start of next week! Also, do Americans use electric kettles? Sincerely, someone who lives in England.
Requests are open!
â buy me a ko-fi â
Bucky shot awake. He shuddered, trying to bat away the lingering visions of his nightmare that clung to him like a drenched blanket.
He found his lungs grasping for air with panic gasps as his eyes darted around the bedroom. The shadows casted by the starlight filtered through the curtains took shapes that made his heart race. For a split second, he thought he wasnât in his apartment anymore. He was back in the Siberian Hydra lab, cold metal restraints nipping into his skin. He heard his handlerâs voice speaking Russian, echoing the room with his old trigger words.
He forced himself out of this terrified state, grounding himself in reality. His chest was heaving, his eyes were bleary. Instinctively, his hand reached for the space next to him.Â
It was empty.
You werenât there.
A wave of panic crashed over him, and this was far more constricting than the terror of his nightmares. His heart started pounding more violently in his chest. His fingers grazed the sheets where you should have been. You had at least been gone long enough for the pillows to grow cold.
He could feel his pulse in his veins, each beat hammering the insides of his skull. His mind spiralled uncontrollably, thoughts feeding off the remains of the nightmare and twisting them into something much worse.
Had you left him?Â
What did he do?Â
Had he driven you away?
Was this it?
Bucky hastily threw off the covers, sprawling it all on your bedroom floor. He stumbled out of bed, mind clouded with fear and panic. The apartment was eerily quietâ too quiet for him to handle on his own. Too quiet for his overwhelmingly loud thoughts.
He waded through the hall as if he was four feet deep in muddy waters, his bare feet softly thudding against the floorboards. The faint sound of water boiling reached his ears. His breath hitched, his heart racing.
Emerging into the open space, his eyes darted around the dark living room, his gaze finally landing on the soft glow of the kitchen light.
He walked towards the kitchen.
There you were.
You were standing by the kitchen counter, a mug in one hand, the other resting on the kettle. You were so beautiful. So perfect, compared to him.
You looked lost in thought, your posture relaxed. It was a stark contrast to the storm raging inside him, though you were unaware.
Buckyâs feet stayed where he was for a moment, as if ice had frozen over him. Relief washed over him so fast that it nearly knocked all the air out of his lungs.Â
You were here. You hadnât left.Â
The relief was quickly replaced by the gnawing ache of guilt, the kind that made his chest feel tight and his head swim feel like it was underwater. Heâd thought you were gone, and the mere thought of it had sent him into a spiralling depth. How pathetic.
He couldnât help it. He constantly felt like teetering on the edge of losing you. Like every day with you was borrowed time. Like he had already stayed his welcome. Like he wasnât worthy of holding you in his arms.
Perhaps the reason he was so jaded sometimes, was that he was sure youâd wake up and realise he was too broken, too damaged.Â
When he played this scenario in his head, youâd walk out the door, leaving him a shell of the man he is now. He thought about it more that heâd care to admit.
His heart was still pounding in his chest as he moved closer to you. His footsteps were slow and uncertain. Your eyes lifted to meet his stormy blue ones as he entered the kitchen, your brow furrowing in concern when you saw his pale, shaking face.
"Bucky?" your voice was soft, just barely above a whisper.Â
He shivered a bit, unable to form words for just a second. The ache in his stomach and the ball in his throat made it impossible to speak. His eyes dropped to the floor, shame curling a painful knot in his core.Â
âI woke up, and you werenât there,â he finally muttered, struggling to get every word out, as if he was swallowing glass. âI thoughtâŚâ He trailed off, the rest of the sentence too painful to say out loud. Instead, small sobs escaped his lips.
You set the mug down on the counter and closed the distance between the two. Your hand found his arm, your fingers warm against the cool vibranium.Â
âHey,â you said gently, willing your voice to be as soothing as can be, âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to worry you. I just couldnât sleep.â
Buckyâs gaze stayed fixed on nothingness. You could hear his jaw clicking nervously, like a man terrified for his life.Â
âI thought youâd left,â he admitted in a cracked whisper, sounding as fragile as he felt. âThought Iâd⌠driven you away.â
Your heart broke at the pain in his voice. He sounded like a whimpering puppy, begging to be held.
He had such a raw, vulnerable nature that he tried his best to keep hidden all the damn time. You moved closer, wrapping your arms around him as tightly as he allowed you to. You needed him to know you were never letting him go.
At first, his body was frozen like a petrified statueâ he wasnât sure he deserved the comfort. But slowly, his muscles relaxed under your touch.
âIâm right here, darling,â You whispered. Your words were firm but gentle. âIâm always right here.â
He let out a shaky breath. His forehead dropped to rest against the top of your head, breathing on your scentâ the scent that always brought him a sense of calm. âI donât⌠I donât know why I keep thinking youâll leave.â
âIâm not.â You pulled back slightly to look up at him, your hands resting on his chest. âIâm not,â you repeated again, hoping that if you said it enough times, heâd finally believe it.
The sincerity of those two simple words made his throat tighten, his chest constricting under the weight of emotions he had always struggled to fully process. He had never ever wrapped his head around how you could stand here, looking at himâsomeone so broken and damagedâwith such gentle desire. He had never believed he deserved it.
But he wanted to believe, to trust that maybe he wasnât as alone as he always feared. That maybe, just maybe, you werenât going to leave him behind like he feared you would.
The faint shimmer of tears fractured the soft kitchen light. He was at a loss of words at how you were holding him together, when he couldn't even do it for himself.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered. âI keep putting you through this.â
Your hand found his, fingers intertwining with his. Your grip was warm, It was reassuring and steady. âDonât be,â you said softly. You could tell that he had a nightmare. You learned the signsâ the shaking, the sweating. The look of restlessness despite being asleep for the last several hours. âYou just had a rough night.â
Bucky trembled against you, feeling him unravelling as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was short and it came in shaky bursts. Tears streamed down his cheeks, hot and heavy, soaking into your skin. They started quietly, a gentle release, but soon turned into shuddering sobs that echoed against the kitchen counter, the walls, the floors.
His grip tightened, fingers twirling into the fabric of your shirt as if you were his anchor in this reality. Each sob was raw, steeped in guilt and in the fear of losing you.
No matter how vulnerable he felt, he knew that in your embrace, there was no judgement. You held him tighter, whispering soft reassurances and sweet nothingsâ promises that youâd stay with him forever and ever. Until the end of time. Until your heart gave out.
âDo you want hot chocolate, too?â you asked softly.
For the first time in what felt like forever, he let out a small laugh, your words a shocking catharsis, bringing him out of the spiral.Â
Oh, you always knew how to say the right thing at the right time.
He nodded, squeezing your hand one more time, just to reassure himself that you were real, that you werenât slipping away.
You smiled gently at his quiet laugh, slightly reaching out to turn the electric kettle back on again without letting your grip on him falter.
As the kettle hummed in the background, Bucky held you close, finally convincing himself that no matter how dark the nightmares were, you would always be there when he woke up.
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Paddock Throuple | OP81 & LN4 (sm!au)
pairing: oscar piastri x reader x lando norris
summary: an insight to the paddocks favorite throuple outside of f1 before a race weekend
warning: none!
fc: none!
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oscarpiastri this is why lando and y/n need to be supervised when they're together
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user025 LANDOSCARY/N NATION WAKE UP!!!
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âł user382 i think it's lando's hoodie on his store! âł user5936 runNING RN I NEED IT
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âł oscarpiastri yes but not to shoot since he's bad, the balls got stuck âł landonorris RUDE OMG??? âł yourusername don't cry cause he's right âł carlossainz55 they're right you are not...the best âł landonorris THE SLANDER IS--WILD
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yourusername someone say mclaren & williams double date? đ
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logansargeant did someone say adventure?
landonorris we should run it back like NOW
alex_albon best night ever!!
arthur_leclerc what is happening in the second photo?
âł alex_albon lando and oscar trying to hold logan up but it back fired so i came to his rescue âł landonorris alex failed at his rescue mission âł alex_albon SHUT UP đŤ âł logansargeant i think alex did a great job at saving me 𼰠Ⳡoscarpiastri well if someone didn't scare us, it would've been a perfect photo âł yourusername oops?
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landonorris pre-race date night ft. spiderman đĽľđŤ˘
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yourusername pretty boyfriends and prettier helmets đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨
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maxverstappen i swear they never can agree on the weather
âł yourusername of course not! one is always too hot and one is always too cold
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â.Ëââ.Ë WATCH IT!
Gojo Satoru didn't predicted this move... So he ended up fucking you lol ââË・â G!Satoru x afab!reader and sex pollen!
tags: smut, sex pollen, unprocteted sex (wrap it and pee after sex), overstimulation (like A LOT), use of nicknames (princess, baby, good boy, love...) multiple rounds, praise kink, angst if you squint your eyes till you cry like gojo, sub(ish)!gojo satoru, god complex, fluff if you take one eye out, crack, belly bulgde, creampie, breeding kink, crempie kink, A LOT of cum, dumbfication, cock warming, npr.
A/N: happy holidays! might be my last writing of the year so i wish you lots of love and happiness <3 i might write pt2 for this one and 'she's back', which one would you like first?
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DAY 1: HOW IT STARTED
How the fuck at his grown ass age Gojo Satoru could be this stupid. And thatâs big coming from him, because this man considers himself the senior of seniors and god of gods. So, how come he falled into this?
And you know what? Maybe it is his fault! For believing heâs a superior and underestimating such a weak and useless curse he just killed. But, this weak and useless curse has him going crazy. That really was karma paying back to him because motherfucker- Why is he feeling all giddy and hot all of sudden? This has never happened to him before, so thatâs why heâs losing his mind right now and almost sprinting into his room because of how bothered he was feeling to just teleport.Â
Everything was like hell. Really, like hot as hell. And how does Satoru know that? Uh well, because heâs living it right now.
He couldnât bear the sensation anymore and dialogue Shokoâs number like it was a habit.
âWhat do you want, Gojo? Iâm in the middle of trying to know how Yuujiâs body is capable of being Sukunaâs vessel. Like- Itâs quite important right now, and more than debating about some of your dumb tv shows you-â
Shokoâs voice was interrupted by a whine coming from Gojoâs line, seconds of silence continued the awkward moment between the both of them, while all Gojo could do was breathe and maintain his whines inside of his body before he started literally moaning.
âAre you okay, Gojo?...â
âFuck, no. Some fucking curse sprayed me all over with some fucking stinky pollen. Didnât even taste great, by the way. And now I'm just feeling really hot, sometimes dizzy⌠or kinda giddy? fuck. And my breathing became irregular. Iâm fucking sprawled out in my bed trying to find a comfy position but my legs wonât cooperate.â
A loud laugh was heard coming from Shokoâs line. It was clear sheâs been holding it all this time just trying to make sure sheâs gettin it right.. and well.Â
âGojo.â
âYeah?â
âAre you hard right now?â
Silence.Â
âYou know what? Iâm sending Y/N over there with some medicine. Youâve been sprayed with sex pollen by the way.â
Sex- what?!Â
Before he couldnât even ask Shoko any question since she quickly hung up. Leaving a needy and confused (and hard) Gojo.
Knock. Knock.Â
No answer, but a weird sounding moan? You gave yourself permission to enter Gojoâs room since no life signals were heard. But- holy fuck. Was this a reward or a punishment from the gods?
He was kneeled down on his bed, one of his hands used as a support placed in his bare calf while his other hand was as fast as possible jerking himself off. You stayed still some seconds before rewinding back to what Shoko told you before coming here.
âHe might be another type⌠of⌠Gojo?... Anyways. Heâll be really needy and like a lost puppy looking for some salvation. I gave you this backpack with all you would need, yeah? Thank me later and good luck.â
So thatâs why her flat ass was quickly sending you off with a backpack full of water bottles and snacks. Sex fucking pollen. Great.
Itâs not like people donât know that both of you have been crushing into each other lately, hell- even his newest student asked about this. But you never expected for it to be like this.
âG-GojoâŚ?â
Your voice was barely a whisper, but itâs like a hawk located his next prey because of how instant his reaction was just for your voice. A drunk smile on his face, while both of his hands fall infront of him trying to hide the act that was going on minutes ago. His sculptured white as snow body covered in a hot layer of sweat. Not being able to catch a breath thanks to this sight, somehow heâs in front of you.Â
âAre you here to help me? Y/N?â
His voice sounded so different. But at the same time it was just Gojo.
A small nod was all the reaction he got. You could smell that sweaty smell, looking down you found yourself looking at a large wet spot staining his black briefs. While his cock does nothing to imagination, marking perfectly the shape of it. Moving your gaze to his v-line, a white happy trail proudly adorning it. Eyes moving up, you found yourself looking at his clearly erected nipples, But all this examination was over once he interrupted your thoughts.
âI need a verbal affirmation, princessâ
Ah, the nicknames. If you werenât wet by now, youâre pretty sure youâre leaking right now all because of him.
âYes Satoru, Iâll help you.â
His knees felt weak. Literally. He kneeled down in front of you, it was like he hypnotized and somehow could smell through your body into emotions. His hands were cold but hot at the same time he roamed your body.
You tried warning him by calling his name while he started kissing the softness of your thighs, telling him to at least move you towards the bed. And his body was doing what you said like if you were controlling him, while his mind was somewhere else. He moved the both of you towards his bed, making you lie down. His head not wasting any second between your thighs until his nose touched where you needed him the most and you whimpered at the feeling. Clearly triggering a new kind of need inside Gojo.
Everything happened really fast. Between some kisses and moaning, Gojo ripped your shorts and pantoes a muffled noise coming out from him of what you suppose was âIâll buy you new ones laterâ but right now you couldnât care less.
Not when his tongue slowly started tracing the way from your entrance until it reached your core. Teasing it with kitten licks, while his hands remained on your hips from preventing moving them.
His tongue quickly found a rhythm between your entrance and your clit, forming infinite signs between them. And the simulation was too much you couldnât notify Gojo about your orgasm- But he was so lost in the feeling of your thighs suffocating him and the taste of yourself in his lips, he swears he could die as a happy man right now.
And like it wasnât enough, Gojo kept eating you out even after your intense orgasm. Overstimulation taking over your body, trying to take him off your core, ended up with annoyed groans coming out from him.
âSatoru, love, fuck. I need you to stop, please.â
The nickname had him exploding with happiness, he really looked like a puppy from this angle. His eyes looked ethereal, his mouth covered with your fluids and his face was with a cute smile while he called out your name.
âWill you please let me fuck you?â
A small giggle came out from your mouth, Gojoâs face looked a little sad and embarrassed, but was quickly erased when you pecked his lips. And that was all he needed to clumsily take off his briefs and while he climbed back to the bed, taking off your top while doing so. His eyes were full of adoration looking over your body, before he pressed his lips into yours, locking them for a long moment, clearly enjoying the moment, before the kiss turned more heated and he started kissing every part of your body again.
His tip was now wet thanks to your folds, Easily slipping through it.Â
âFfuck- Ssatoru- Be a good boy and put it in, please?â
Gojo needed no more words before thrusting his cock whole into you with one swift movement, hitting perfectly against that spongy spot that made you see stars. But something didnât feel right. Not in a bad way. Since you re-opened your eyes to find a glassy eyed Satoru mumbling a lot of ´sorryâs´ while he kept thrusting.
Oh.
He came with just one thrust and was overstimulating himself, still rock hard with no break while he hid his face in the crook of your neck while marking it as his and tearing down from the pleasure.Â
Youâre pretty sure he came again, when he whimpered your name and moaned against your ear but still continued thrusting into you perfectly. And he was so lost in the pleasure of overstimulating himself he didnât realize once he confessed to you.
âYouâre so pretty- ffuckâ I really want to make you mine now. So no one could look at you, not even in a friendly way. Just⌠have you all for me- sshit. I love you.â
You didnât want to get your hopes up, thinking it was all because of the moment, so you just had to enjoy it for now. His thrusts were so fast and hard, but somehow still felt romantic. Like this was a normal routine on a daily basis. And you would be disgusted by the pool of cum forming under the both of you if you werenât so close to your third orgasm this night. No matter how many times you told Gojo to stop for a moment and take a break, he would cum again, and still be hard so he had to keep thrusting.
Your mind is lost now. All you could ever think about right now was Gojo Satoru and his immense cock. He wouldnât stop mumbling praises to you, saying this was all for you to feel good and he would stop once you cum at least 3 times more than him. A hard dare to get over with. Or maybe it already happened?
You begged for mercy, not thinking he could get another orgasm out of you. Hell- to even get an orgasm out of him. His hands interweld into yours, and moved it down towards your tummy.
âDo you feel it, baby? I'm right here. Ahh~ Iâm pretty sure my cum is there too heh. Your tummy is full of me and my cum.â
He sounded drunk. Like. Really drunk. But his words took off your last orgasm of the night, apparently your reaction making his trigger off and cum⌠dry?
How many fucking times did Gojo Satoru came inside you?
Will pills even prevent a pregnancy?
âAh- shit baby.â
You couldnât pay attention to him anymore, quickly slipping into dreamland. Gojo not once leaves your side. Literally. He was cock-warming, still hard, but no energy (and cum) to continue his misery.
You were here at 7.45 oâclock, one last look at the clock and it was 3.23 in the morning.
And it was like you just blinked, because a whimper came out of your mouth. Looking again into the clock, it was 10 AM, and Gojo was not over.
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Just One
DBF!Joel Miller x afab!reader | w/c: 819 (she just a baby!)
Summary: Youâre still worked up even though Joelâs tapped out for the night. Maybe you need a kiss to satisfy youâa simple, sweet kiss. Right?
Content/Tags: Reader is able-bodied and has female sex anatomy, but is otherwise undescribed. Pussy pronouns (she)!! 18+ MDNI. Making out. Bulge grinding đ let me know if thereâs anything I missed!
A/N: @pinkypromisepascal and I had a conversationâŚand then I said I wanted to write a drabble based on what we talked about, to which she said âDO IT.â So I did. Yâall better thank her brain for this too!đââď¸ and to @strang3lov3, thank you for the extra pair of eyes AND THE MOODBOARD!!!đ I love you both so much. To everyone, I hope you enjoy, all my love xx
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Itâs been thirty minutes.Â
Thirty minutes since Joel had you folded nearly in half, your legs pressed against your torso, the slam of his hips pushing you higher up his mattress.Â
Thirty minutes since he made your eyes roll back, throat burning in pleasure.Â
Thirty minutes since he wiped you clean and massaged your hips.Â
Itâs been thirty minutes.Â
And heâs knocked the fuck out.Â
You sit up in his bed. Youâre not here very often. Ever, really. It was by chance you stayed over tonight. So you study the area. Take his space in. The painting and posters above his bed. The nightstand. The white fan sitting on his dresser, pointing directly at him. He runs hot when he sleeps. Too hot.Â
Your eyes trace his figure, then. His broad back on display, hips covered by his sheets.Â
His face. God, his face. Salt and pepper scruff around the edges, smile lines and furrowed eyebrow lines adorning his face. Theyâre not as harsh now as he succumbs deeper into his slumber, but theyâre present nonetheless.Â
His hooked nose sits prettily, the same nose that had you squirming and gasping for air earlier in the night. Your core flutters at the thought.Â
Youâre looking at his lips now, and you canât help the way your own forms a smirk.Â
âJoel,â you whisper.Â
A rock. Unmoving. Unfazed.Â
On your knees now, you shuffle to face him. Leaning forward, hand on his shoulder to nudge him, you try again.Â
âJoel.âÂ
âHm?â his sleepy voice rasps.Â
âI need your help,â you respond.Â
One eye peels open. His eyebrows move into their natural habitat, furrowed. âWhatâs wrong, darlinâ?âÂ
You put on your sweetest face. âCan I have a kiss?âÂ
You stifle a giggle at the daggers being thrown at you. âJesus,â he mutters. âHave you been up this whole time?âÂ
âItâs been thirty minutes,â you retort.Â
âNo, it ainâtââ you gesture to his clock before he can finish his thought. He faces it immediately, throwing his face back into his pillow with an incoherent grumble. âSleep,â he finally says.Â
âI will, sleeping beauty,â you giggle. âCan I please have a kiss first? Just one,â you ask again, lowering your voice an octave, a tone he can never deny.Â
He flips himself over, so heâs more on his back now. âItâs never just one.â
âThatâs not true,â you fake pout, leaning closer in, letting the tips of your nose dance.
âYou said one kiss months ago. Look where that got us.â His breath fans against your lips.
âI donât see you complaining,â you whisper, your body on fire with this conversation.Â
You let your lips finally meet, soft and sweet, but the heat building in your cheeks keeps you from breaking the seal. Without thinking, you climb on top of him, straddling him as your hands find the base of his neck, the length beneath you already beginning to stir.Â
You break away for less than a second before you bring your lips to his again, but heâs quick to stop you, a shit-eating grin between his cheeks. âThought ya said one?â He breathes.Â
âShut up,â you murmur, smashing your lips against his once more as your tongue coasts the expanse of his bottom lip, the taste of you from earlier still lingering.Â
âShit, sugar,â he groans into your mouth, his hips bucking into you on their own accord. âSheâs still so needy, ainât she? That why ya canât sleep?â
His bulge catches perfectly where you need him most, pulling a whimper from the back of your throat. âPlease, baby,â you pant.Â
âTold ya âs never jusâ one kiss,â he rasps as his heavy hands grab at your waist, guiding your hips into a more frenzied rhythm.
âYouâre right,â you cry, eyes clamping shut, nothing but the sweet sounds of your ecstasy blessing his ears.Â
Too blissed out to continue kissing him, you bring your lips to his jaw, nipping and licking the places you can reach. With a few harsh grinds of your hips, youâre moaning out into his earâhis partially deaf one, luckilyâwith millions of white sparkles flashing beneath your eyelids. Joelâs breathing stops at the same moment your body convulses, strangled grunts leaving his throat as he adds to your mess of his boxers.Â
âShe satisfied, yet?â He hums as you lay across his sweaty chest.
âMmm,â you pretend to think it over. âI think itâs her turn for a kiss now.âÂ
Joel scoffs. You can hear his smile with it.Â
You lift your head to look him in the eyes, a faux innocence in the way you jut out your bottom lip. âJust one, baby,â you reason with him.
Joel tosses you to your unspoken side of the bed. âSleep.âÂ
âButââ
âSheâll get her kiss in the morning.âÂ
Your eyes nearly pop out at the realization of his words. âG-Goodnight, baby,â you reply quickly.Â
ââS what I thought. Gânight, darlinâ.â
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ŕ¨ŕ§ pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader ŕ¨ŕ§ word count: 3k ŕ¨ŕ§ genre: smut, fluff, hint of comedy ŕ¨ŕ§ tags: roomates to lovers au, pet names (love, baby, etc.), dirty talk, size kink, face sitting, 69, unprotected sex, creampie. ŕ¨ŕ§ synopsis: Maybe a citywide power outage is what you need to finally confess your feelings. Well, that and a risque card game. ⸠Birthday fic for the beautiful boy!! Also, the card game is fictional and takes inspiration from other card games like Hot Seat!
âHow many candles do we have left?â You ask in the form of a groan, trying to find a bar of reception in your apartment. With the power suddenly lost from the blistering rainstorm outside, itâs a wonder when it will calm down and youâll have access to the outside world again.
âRelax. I bought more a couple days ago when I was tracking the path of the storm. No big deal.â Heeseung begins lighting them and placing them around your shared apartment. By the time heâs finished, the candlelight gives enough coverage of the living spaces for you both to walk around without issue.
Heesung has always been good at that. He can prepare for the worst and keep a cool head in the midst of chaos, including when your fiery temper rears its head. But your fire comes in handy sometimes. When he doesnât want to deal with talking to your landlord or fixing errors with the management company, you take the reins. The balance you both established is why you work so well as friends and roommates.Â
âI wonder how long weâll be out of power,â you mumble, drumming your fingers across the arm of the couch and trying not to have a meltdown. The cool air from the open windows provides some relief, even if youâre running hot from your spiked nerves.
âWell, whether itâs a few hours or a dozen, we just gotta make the best of it.â Heeseung smiles. Suddenly, his eyes widen and he claps his hands together. âHow about board games?â
You giggle. âWhen was the last time you played a board game, Hee?â
âItâs been a minute,â he confesses, a shy smile on his lips. âBut, hey! Never a better time than now.â
The two of you open the spare living room closet to grab a handful of board games youâve collected since living in the apartment together. You rifle through them, Candyland immediately catching your eye. But Heeseung has other ideas.
âOh! Letâs do Hot Topics!â Heeseung holds up the box with a smirk, immediately opening it to rifle through its contents.
âBut thereâs only two of us!â
âSo? Weâll make it work!â He sits down on the living room rug and pats the spot next to him.
You oblige his request. How couldnât you when he smiles at you in that way? With his cute cheeks and Adam's apple bobbing in laughterâno. Youâre not going to trudge up these old feelings again, especially during such an unfortunate situation.
Youâre friends and roommates, end of.Â
Heeseung shuffles the cards and pulls out the first one on the top of the deck. âAlright, first one. All Play: Would I marry someone twice my age if it meant I never had to work again?â He considers the question, but you immediately let out a noise similar to one you would make when vomiting.
âNo fucking way! I donât want my husband one foot out the door!â
âWell, if I didnât have to work at the ramen shop anymoreââ Heeseung wiggles his eyebrows and you shove him in the shoulder. He expels a hearty laugh. âIâm kidding! I agree with you.â
The game continues on, prompts and questions so ridiculous they make any lingering anxiety about the storm ebb away, too lost in the game and your friend to notice the ever-present storm outside your door.
You take a new card from the deck, flipping it upside to reveal the prompt. âDare: Stare at the player next to you for thirty seconds. The first one to break eye contact has to skip their turn.â You throw the card in the discarded pile without a care. âThatâs so easy.â
âBring it on.â You move positions to face Heeseung, his eyes immediately lighting up with the challenge presented to you both.
âThree, two, one,â you count down. âGo!â
Heeseung tries to make you break immediately with a goofy face, but you stand resolute, eyebrows furrowed and mouth in a thin line. But then, he stares you down with his bright eyes and soft smile, making your entire body go cold. This could not be happening. You arenât feeling your stupid, childlike crush come back at you in full force. Not tonight. Not like this.
You had been so stern in keeping it stamped down the past two years youâve been roommates. It hadnât been easy, but with enough practice and denial, it seemed pretty easy to keep it at bay. But now, the only two people in the darkness of this room, you wonder how much longer your resolve can hold.
You fake a heavy cough and turn away. Heeseung screeches in victory with his arms raised up high. âWeak! Youâre so weak.â
You roll your eyes and turn back to face the deck. âWhatever, dumbass. Pick the next card.â
He reads his new card aloud. âTruth: How long was your longest crush?â He releases an anxious laugh, and then throws the card into the pile amongst the other used ones. âLongest oneâs still going.â
You turn your head to face him, but heâs only staring at the deck. He grabs the next card and ignores how his confession has created a new, heavy fog of tension. If Heeseung has a crush, one thatâs apparently been in the works for awhile, neither Jake nor anyone else gave you the headâs up about it.
Heeseung reads the next challenge aloud. âDare: Excite one player just by kissing them for 10 seconds. Youâre not limited to the playerâs lips.â His eyes go wide as he holds the card tightly between his fingers. âIf you donât want me to, Iâââ
You laugh it off, taking the card from him and setting it on the floor. âItâs fine. Itâs just a game, right?â
âRight.â Heeseung inches closer, your faces barely a few inches apart. You were prepared for him to kiss you on the mouth and that would be the end of it, but you tremble in pleasure when you realize his lips are suddenly attached to your neck.
A moan escapes your lips when he begins to suck on the space of your neck near your collarbone. He doesnât use his hands at all. All it takes is his mouth, its soft pressure creating a swirling eruption within your stomach, begging to be released. He licks at your bruising skin, pressing his mouth there once more before stepping back.
When heâs back in his normal position, the timer goes off. âSo, uh,â he says, cutting through the sudden awkward silence, âare you excited?â
You blush and bite down on your bottom lip hard, no words coming out in response. You turn your attention back to the deck. âF-Finally, my turn again!â
You turn another card for the next prompt, reading it in your head and wanting to jump out the window before Heeseung can see it. âDare: Kiss the player you would most likely go on a date with on the cheek.â
You tell yourself to just get it over with, in spite of your jumbling nerves. Excuse it after as a technicality, him being the only living person in existence in the apartment to kiss for the challenge. End it there and hope the past few dares do not destroy the sanctity of your friendship.
You crawl on your hands to get close to Heeseungâs cheek, but before you can land the kiss, he turns his head and catches your mouth with his. Youâre unprepared for the act, but your lips quickly become accustomed once you spend a second or two in his embrace. His lips are gentle, teasing, eager for you, and it makes your knees feel like cotton.Â
He pulls you up from your position to rest in his lap, still pressing his mouth to yours. Suddenly, his tongue is licking at the roof of your mouth, and your body feels like a live wire. How did he have the power to jumpstart your nerves and set them on fire all at once?
You separate from him, confusion clouding your sudden desire. âWhyâd you do that?â
âI wanted to.â Heeseung moves stray hairs from your face, the baby hairs clinging to your skin from the sweat. âDid you not want me to?â
âNo, I did!â You giggle nervously. âI just didnât know how youâd react if I said so.â
âWhy did you never say anything before?â Heeseung looks genuinely confused and concerned. He wonders how much more obvious he had to have been. Before this moment, had he missed chances to give you the signs? Clearly so, with your stammered words and nervous limbs. He had to get better at his communication.
âDo you know how awkward it wouldâve been if you hadnât felt the same?â You ask him the rhetorical question, your eyebrow quirked up. âJust tiptoeing around the both of us knowing I have this exhaustive crush on you?â
Heeseung chuckles into your neck. If you described your crush in that way, his had to have been all-consuming, even if you were oblivious to it. âExhaustive?â
âI mean,â you whisper, âdo you know how hard it is to look at you and not want to jump you all the time?â
You feel his bulge tighten against his sweatpants, the sensation against your body making you gasp. Heeseung smirks in response. âWell, clearly itâs a mutual thing.â
The two of you resume kissing, both lost in the relief of your feelings mirroring each othersâ. In spite of the current storm still whipping the trees against your apartment building, you were so at ease wrapped around Heeseung like a vine.
If anything, Mother Nature is mimicking all the sensations bubbling up inside of you, close to reaching their boiling point with the way Heeseung expertly touches and squeezes your skin while his mouth covers your face in kisses.
âDo you know how long Iâve wanted this?â He asks as he lays you down on the living room rug, hands in your hair and lips magnetized to the spot on your neck where he had kissed you previously. âHow long Iâve thought about being in your bed? Touching you, tasting you, feeling you.â
âHeeseung, please.â You inch his shirt up and over his head, admiring the divots and ridges of his newly-revealed muscles.
It isn't the first time youâve seen him shirtless, but itâs only the beginning of the night, and youâre certain youâll see parts of him you havenât seen yet. The thought alone makes your body tingle in all the right places. âStop talking and touch me more.â
âSo impatient.â Heeseing releases a devilish laugh into the column of your throat. âI want to savor this. Savor you.â
âWe have all the time in the world until the power goes out. I want you,â you whine, bucking your hips up into nothing but his clothed legs and hips, his bulge barely brushing your clothed heat.Â
Heeseing hisses and makes you both sit up, his expression blown from lust. âSit on my face.â
You laugh, hesitant yet excited. âWhat?â
He places a kiss on your lips with every pause between his words. âI. Said. Sit. On. My. Face.â
You listen to his tone, playfully demanding but completely serious. This is a new side of Heeseung you had never seen. The same humorous guy you felt butterflies for since the day you met, but with an edge of vulgarity that leaves you in impure anticipation.Â
You tug off both your cotton shorts and underwear. You may still be wearing your tank top, but you imagine that will come off soon too.
You settle your body down on Heeseungâs awaiting tongue. Your body trembles when he takes an eager lick along your folds, his mouth immediately enveloped in your heat. âJesus, are you always this wet?â He asks, voice muffled but still clear enough for you to hear.
âOnly when I think of you,â you confess. Many nights alone proved the only way to get off was with the image of Heeseungâs face and body between your legs in your brain. Even if he was seven feet away on another overnight session of League of Legends, you had to get your fix.
âFuck.â He pulls you down further onto his mouth, practically suffocating him as he laps at your cunt mercilessly. Your mouth hangs open in ecstasy, all the fantasies you held incomparable to this.
Heeseungâs hips match yours in their rhythm against his face, and you feel guilty the poor man is receiving no pleasure while you have all of it. You reach over to the top of his sweatpants and pull them down, his cock springing free from the material. The tip leaks a hefty amount of precum, and you smear it down his girthy length with one hand.
Heeseung moans against your center, but he pulls himself back. âYou donât have toââ
âYouâre taking care of me,â you pant, âlet me take care of you.â
You wrap your lips around his tip, experimenting with the pressure and size of him on your tongue. When he groans and growls in between your legs, lapping at your essence with even more fervor, you take his entire length in your mouth.
âGod, youâre too good at this,â Heeseung moans, rolling his hips into your awaiting mouth and cursing when he feels the back of your throat. âI could have your mouth on me all fucking day.â
You continue like that for a while, tasting each other and teasing the waters until both of you are a mess. Itâs a mesmerizing dance youâre in with him, chasing your highs together. But youâre unsure who will ask to take the next step. Removing your mouth from his with a resounding pop, you plead, âPlease Hee, I want you inside of me.â
âAnything for you.â He gently gets up from between your legs and positions himself against the couch. He signals for you to sit on his lap, a playful grin on his lips. You do so without a second thought, anticipating his body molding to yours perfectly. How did the night start with you both planning another ramen-filled movie night and end up here?
You sink down onto him, the sudden fullness making your eyelids shut from the sensation. âDamn, youâre so tight,â he growls, slowly rocking you onto him with his hands on your hips. âFeels fucking incredible.â
âY-Youâre so big, Hee. Itâs amazing.â You find your own pace, languidly riding him as the wind still rages on outside. Besides the weather, the sounds of your skin against his crowd the space of your apartment.
Heeseung removes your tank top quickly, clutching one of your breasts to knead the skin. âYou like it, donât you?â Heeseung whispers. âBeing filled up by me, stretched out and fucked hard?â He takes the other breast into his mouth, latching his lips onto your nipple and swirling his tongue wickedly.
âYes, fuck yes. Only by you, Hee.â
He bucks his hips up into you, your body slamming down on him in fast increments to compensate for his new rhythm. âYeah, baby, tell the entire floor whoâs making you feel this good.â
âHeeseung, fuck,â you scream out his name. It doesnât matter if the rain and wind canât conceal your sounds. All you care about is this moment, right here with him in your living room, all your desires coming to fruition. âFuck, itâs so good.â
After more kisses and curses of pleasure leaving both of your lips, you feel the end deep in your stomach, the release tightening and ready to snap. âIâm gonna come,â you say.
âRide me harder, baby,â he responds, moving his hand in between your bodies to rub your clit in a frenzy. âUse me. Come all over me.â
You do, feeling your body use whatâs left of its energy to reach your peak quickly. You cry out a final time as your orgasm floods your senses, your body alive yet limp from the endorphins circulating through your system.
âAh, fuck.â Heeseung spills inside of you mere seconds after, your sounds coupled with the feeling of your pulsing walls around him enough for his body to climax as well. He milks it all, hips rocking up into you to exhaust himself in an effort to feel his entire release.
You both slow down, but you relish in the feeling of the sudden warmth of Heeseungâs orgasm inside of you. It trickles down between your legs and onto Heeseung himself as he begins to pull out of you, and the sight may just make him rock-hard again. But heâll save the image for another night.
Heeseung gives you a final, tender kiss before he stands up from his spot on the floor. He runs to the bathroom for a washcloth, wetting it to clean the both of you up. When heâs done, he takes great care in snuffing out the candles around the house.
You tease him for it, but he reminds you about the serious fire hazard of leaving them burning overnight, to which you agree. âAlways one step ahead, babe,â Heeseung jokes.
He brings a blanket with him to cover the both of you up, your body immediately warmed by his. Your head rests on his bicep, his muscle the perfect pillow.Â
In that moment, youâre content with not just the power being out, the only sounds being the storm and the air leaving your lungs. Youâre content to be here in the dark with Heeseung, the feelings you repressed for so long not only released but reciprocated.
Heeseung kisses your forehead and hums you to sleep, his voice the last sound you hold onto before youâre whisked away to dreamland.
You wake up nestled in Heeseungâs arms on the living room floor, the blanket he grabbed barely covering both of your bodies. You hear the sound of your Roomba trying to connect to the bluetooth and feel the blue morning sky on your skin, telltale signs the powerâs back on and the storm has gone on its way.
You smile to yourself, snuggling further into Heeseungâs neck and kissing the skin there. Who knew a power outage could bring two people together like this?
He rustles awake a moment later, his eyelashes fluttering open so beautifully. A smile stretches across his face when he sees what youâre doing. In the light of day, his face is even more breathtaking, and youâre grateful its expressions are reserved solely for you now. âGood morning.â
You blush. âVery good morning.âAs you kiss him, invigorating his energy and leftover desire from the night prior, you think youâll have to send the manufacturers of Hot Topics a thank-you card.
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not sure if you allow it, but how does wriothesly react when the reader uses their safe word during an intense session?
tags : fem!reader, smut, crying, use of safeword, aftercare, comfort, +18
It's hot in the room, the constant gurgling of the pipes reminding you that WRIOTHESLEY must have turned up the heating higher than usual. Then why is your body shivering, with goosebumps all over your skin? You can't see him, can't hear him because he has barely talked to you ever since he's returned from his office. Yet you feel his large, intimidating form loom over your body from behind. You can't speak, can barely breathe with his constricting hand around your throat that somehow seems to get tighter by every passing second.
He's immune to your whimpers, to the tears rolling down your cheeks. With each forceful thrust of his, you hear the bed creak and feel your knees get weaker, your body loosing strength until you're nothing but a limp toy for him. You want to get up, push him away, but the grip his other hand has on your wrists while holding them behind your back- He's just too strong.
That's when even the last ounce of pleasure leaves your body and you're left with nothing but dread and panic. "Red, p-please." you barely recognise your own voice, hoarse and frightened. "No more, please, red."
The pressure on your windpipes is gone instantly. You realise it, not by the oxygen that is easier entering your airways, no, because you still feel like you're suffocating. You realise it because his warmth is as well gone in an instant. W-Where did he go?
Rough hands are all over your body, yet they treat you with so much care, helping you turn and lie on your back, soothing down your thighs. One of them at last settles on your cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing it and wiping the tears away. "Y/n? Sweetheart, you with me?"
You sniffle and press the heels of your palms against your eyes, your chest shaking with more sobs that won't stop racking your body. "I'm sorry, 'm so sorry. I-I don't even know-"
"No, no, don't apologise. There's nothing to be sorry for." Your brain still feels foggy as you finally look over at Wriothesley who's crouching beside the bed, giving you enough space to breathe yet still having his hands all over you, not wanting to let you go. Nonetheless, you're able to notice the tension in his posture, in his facial expressions. "Just try to relax, alright? You're okay now." his hand shifts to your hair, fingers combing through the messy strands until they settle on your scalp, soothingly massaging you there. "You did good. It was too much, wasn't it?"
"Couldn't breathe." you whisper and realise that you feel so small in his presence, but not in an inferior way. Wriothesley may look all brutish and intimidating with a strength that could crush any allegedly impenetrable door in the fortress, but you're well aware that he would never use that strength against people that he cares about. "And, uhm-"
Piercing blue eyes watch as you nervously fiddle with the blanket that he has covered you with. But the little peck he gives you on your shoulder tells you that he wants to let you have a breather and take as much time as you need to sort your thoughts. "You seemed a-angry. You were so quiet and, I don't know. It was..."
"Scary?" he finishes for you, a gentle and reassuring smile plastered on his face that alleviates the pressure on your chest.
"Yeah."
Silence invades the bedroom for a short moment, making you forget that you're miles beneath the water surface, that the room which you share with him belongs to a prison, that a few moments prior your body has been in a fight-or-flight mode. The silence reminds you that you're safe and that all of this, all of him, is home. "Will you come back to bed? And hold me?"
Wriothesley's eyes soften at your request and the timid sound of your voice. "Of course, my love." His knees pop when he eventually gets up, pressing a fleeting kiss on your temple before he picks his pants up from the floor and puts them on. Despite the previous events, you can't help but feel a light heat creep up your neck when you get a sight of his naked buttocks.
"Careful with those wandering eyes. I might think you want to continue where we left off." Wriothesley chuckles when you pull the blanket over your head, a futile attempt to hide your embarrassed expression.
"Come here." the mattress dips beside you and you let him tug the blanket off your head. The warmth and smell of his make you sigh in contentment once he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. "I'm the one who should apologise. I was not aware of how much I was hurting you."
The teasing smirk and brief leisurely attitude are gone, replaced by a seriousness that you usually only get to see when he's handling work related matters. He kisses your face again and again, further silent apologies that he hopes will lessen the pain inside your chest. And his. "I was a little irritated, yes, but that had nothing to do with you. Some inmates got their hands on a few bottles of wine." he explains. "Those drunkards started spewing lots of nonsense when I confronted them about it."
What did they say?" you inquire quietly, your eyes slowly but surely feeling heavier. With a palm against his naked chest, you notice the rapid heartbeat but decide to not give it any mind, since Wriothesley's tender strokes along your back are truly not making it easy for you to stay awake and think straight.
He stops his movements for a short moment, clenching and unclenching his fist as his eyes trail over the red, irritated skin of his knuckles.
"Your grace has turned quite soft." "Your little mouse must be doing a great job in bed, huh?" "Why don't you lend her to us? I'm sure we could teach her a thing or two?"
"Nothing you should worry your head about." his voice is merely a whisper as his lips move against your forehead before he buries his nose in your hair and resumes to trace more soothing shapes on your lower back.
a/n : thank you for your patience, dear anon! hope you'll see this since your request has been sitting for a while in my inbox-
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â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë â make it known (op81)
You and Oscar have been friends for almost two decades and itâs been smooth sailing, except for nowâwhen you have to make it publically known you're pining for him to even notice.
oscar piastri x childhood bestfriend!reader smau / face claim: none :D
warnings/notes: none really? one kinda bitchy comment from oscar bc he's king of the sassy man apocalypse. i love this so much, also do we like the new insta post format ?? im kinda meh about it.
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uruser: last week of cramming before the summer ( and visiting my favorite aussie in monaco ...)
user1: literally my queen.
nicolepiastri: best of luck with finals !!
⤡ uruser: thank u mama piastri !! đŠˇ
user2: best of luck yn!!
oscarpiastri: see u soon loser
⤡ ururser: u too bitch <3
⤡ logansargeant: what book are u reading now??
⤡ uruser: rereading pride and prejudice again
⤡ logansargeant:so we're watching it again after monaco ? @ oscarpiastri
⤡ oscarpiastri: movie night !!!
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uruser: ' i know im just a fool who's willing to sit around and wait for you ' đŠˇ
user3: stop who are u pining for queen ??
oscarpiastri: now whats all this then.
⤡ landonorris: u sound like @ georgerussel
⤡ uruser: lando don't bring more brits on my page pls im scared of u people
⤡ georgerussell: right, whats all this then?
⤡uruser: BACK!!! OUT!!! SHOO!! ALL OF U BOYS. THIS IS FOR THE GIRLS.
user4: oh honey its BAD.
logansargeant: oh this is the approach?
⤡ uruser: im desperate man.
⤡ oscarpiastri: wow. i introduced you to logan and you tell him your secrets before me?
⤡ logansargeant: oscar. i beg you to use your brain.
⤡ user5: logan what do you KNOW?
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uruser: new low: crying over lovesick by @ laufey
oscarpiastri: and you still wont tell me who this is about?
user6: and shes so real for this !!
laufey: NO. i didn't mean to make you cry beautiful :(
⤡ ururser: you've revived me by commenting so its ok queen <3
user7: hot take: she's pining over oscar.
⤡ user8: clearly you havent been an oscar fan since prema. this is not a new take LMAOO
user9: oscyn truthers RISE
nicolepiastri: you are too pretty to cry over a pretty song ! be brave and follow your heart !
⤡ uruser: i would if i wasnt afraid it would all go horribly wrong :(
⤡ nicolepiastri: trust me, if he's as smart as he was raised to be, it wont!! đ
⤡user10: MAMA PIASTRI KNOWS?
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uruser: we'll end up like always.
user12: second time shes posted that handwriting....
user12: can someone explain how she and the f1 grid know eachother?? im so confused
⤡ user13: yn is oscar's childhood best friend!! her older brother karted with oscar and logan so she ussed to hang out with them a lot. shes an engineering student at MIT right now :)
lilymhe: oh my god STILL?
alexalbon: this is gonna go to after belgium PAY UP @ logansargeant
⤡ logansargeant: let me have faith alex please
⤡ uruser: i cannot BELIEVE you bet on this.
user14: is oscar writing the notes??
⤡ user15: you might be onto something...
logansargeant: we need to enact phase two. i swear it will work.
⤡ nicolepiastri: uh oh. be careful logan !!
⤡ logansargeant: i will mama piastri !
⤡user16: god speed logan
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uruser: help me tom cruise !! (i got abducted by williams this weekend)
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logansargeant: tom cruise, use your witchcraft on me to get the fire off me !! ( it was great to have you !!)
user17: oscar only in the group photo... logan in almost every picture... yn and logan quoting talladega nights?? we are SO OVER OSCYN TRUTHERS.
williamsracing: blue is a nice change of color for you!
⤡ oscarpiastri: no >:(
⤡ uruser: LMAO OSCAR PLS
oscarpiastri: WOW. my TWO BEST FRIENDS hang out WITHOUT ME.
⤡ uruser: you both hang out without me ALL THE TIME.
⤡ logansargeant: i am the superior driver
⤡ oscarpiastri: and who has a seat next year
⤡ uruser: JESUS CHRIST OSCAR đ
user18: IS THIS JEALOUSY?
user19: jealousy on oscar is FUNNY
alexalbon: i would say something but im afraid oscars gonna come at me too
⤡ oscarpiastri: đ§ââď¸
⤡ alexalbon: @ uruser get ur man im scared
⤡ uruser: not my man
lilymhe: so fun to see you this weekend <3
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uruser: i forgot cats get jealous....
tagged: oscarpiastri
user20: THE IDENTICAL SHOE TYING PHOTOS IM IN TEAARRSSS
oscarpiastri: the cat agenda is so mean
⤡ uruser: says the man literally smacking me to get my attention
⤡ oscarpiastri: it worked didnt it?
nicolepiastri: oscar has always been like that since you two were very young!
logansargeant: phase two complete. good luck soldier đŤĄ
⤡ uruser: thank u logan, ive got it from here
user21: did they plan to make oscar jealous?? so he would admit he likes yn??
user22: SHUT UP THATS SO FUNNY
landonorris: oh thank god he'll stop whining now
⤡ user23: HELLO?
user24: OSCAR BEING JEALOUS OF LOGAN SHUT UPPPP
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uruser: logans plan worked?
tagged: oscarpiastri
logansargeant: and im still alive?
⤡ nicolepiastri: oscar won't kill spiders half the time, I didn't think he'd kill you, logan!
⤡ oscarpiastri: i was gonna ask kmag to hit you again (@ FIA this is a joke.)
⤡ uruser: oscar PLEASE THE FIA??
oscarpiastri: đ§Ą
⤡ uruser: wow u have such a way with words.
⤡ oscarpiastri: my pr team is staring over my shoulder i have to be careful
⤡ oscarpiastri: what i can say is sorry for being a blind idiot
alexalbon: i cannot BELIEVE this worked?
lilymhe: logan the mastermind, cannot wait to hear his speech at the wedding
landonorris: finally.
⤡ uruser: lando the strongest man thru this all
⤡ landonorris: i have heard oscar admit things you couldnt pry out of me.
⤡ oscarpiastri: literally what?
⤡ landonorris: ur mother is in this comment section, i can't say.
⤡ uruser: LANDO TEXT ME RIGHT NOW.
⤡ oscarpiastri: i was drunk probably
⤡ landonorris: stone cold sober. after practice during belgium?
⤡ oscarpiastri: oops.
⤡ uruser: JAW ON THE FLOOR.
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SLOW BURN
okay wow my first public fic â iâm terrified so pls be kind but feedback is OF COURSE welcome!!
type: female reader x nicholas chaves x cooper koch
(^this is the greed they talked about in the bible đ¤)
tags/warnings: 18+; nsfw; smut lite; kissing; fingering; groping (i think thatâs it!!)
word count: 7317 (i was gonna post it in parts but i changed my mind)
*used AI to help organize structure
pt.2 out now!!!!
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You and your friend Vanessa laughed as you walked into the cafeteria of Camp White Water from a joke that had you both laughing since you both got ready and started heading toward the first day of camp counselor training.
This was your second summer of being a camp counselor at this month-and-a-half long sleep away camp. And you always looked forward to it, the leadership staff was always kind, the campers were actually not too bad and the other counselors were your favorite. All of the returners had become super close and it was super exciting to be reconnected with them when summer rolled around.
This year there were a few new counselors because of the amount of campers that were coming in this summer, particularly in your group. That being said, you were given two new co-counselors.
You and Vanessa were still in stitches about whatever joke had been continuing when you got closer to your assigned table, you noticed your name card with your name between two other name cards, one read âNicholas Chavesâ and the other âCooper Kochâ.
âWhoa..two news guys?â You were surprised, you expected to at least have another returner on your side, âDo they think Iâm responsible enough to train two newbies?â you chuckled as you sat on the cafeteria bench.
âWell if theyâre dumb and hot, send them over to the young eagles team, Iâd love to have fresh meatâ, Vanessa gestured to her table with Gene who was the oldest camp counselor and a bit of a gangly man who meant well but wasnât exactly summer camp eye candy.
You both looked in his direction and giggled, âHey Gene! You look ripped this summer. Iâll send her over to you in a secondâ you called out, causing Vanessa to laugh even harder.
As you both continued cackling in a room full of lively conversation, the group of new counselors walked in, it was tradition that the current counselors applaud them as a bit of a harmless hazing ritual.
You clapped and laughed with your friend as the newbies looked around excited but nervously for their name tags. In the middle of your giggling, you noticed two men stopped at your table and started settling in, âthis must be themâ you thought.
Copper was tall and broad. He had hazel brown eyes and deep brown curly hair. He was wearing a gray zip-up hoodie and tennis shorts and you could tell from his leg muscles that he was in good shape. He had soft features that made you feel immediately calm and at ease - safe almost.
Nicholas was the opposite, he had straight hair and darker eyes. His face was very chiseled, his jawline was impeccable. He had a defined and muscular physique, which stood out even when heâs dressed casually in his shorts and long sleeve college shirt.
He was also tall with broad shoulders but his muscles were more pronounced - a strong chest, and visible arm muscles that give him a commanding presence.
âHey guys, Iâm Y/Nâ! Cooper went for a handshake, which was too formal for you, without thinking you went in for a hug. You figured youâd get close through the summer like the rest of the counselors.
Cooper was caught off guard but quickly adjusted to the hug, Nicholas was a little reserved but even with just a side hug you felt his biceps take you in completely. They sat on either side of you and you started talking about your experience at the camp the group youâll have this year.
The camp director gave some opening remarks and then the assistant director had you all start with those cringey ice breakers. He went around and gave out a stack of cards to each group that had random questions on it.
When he got your table, he said âAh Y/N, happy to see you back again! Boys youâre in good hands, sheâs a pro.â You playfully shooed him away to be humble. âI mean it, but you also have some star athletes next to you. Cooper and Nicholas were both finalists in the west end tennis conference and since youâre working on rec fit this year, it should be perfect!â
âTennis boys huh?â you gestured to your co- counselors, âI knew those builds weren't for nothingâ you jokingly nudged both of them in the side. Cooper giggled and you finally got Nick to crack a smile and loosen up.
The ice breakers were stupid but kind of fun and they opened up more conversation; âif you were a fruit, what fruit would you be?â turned into you three talking about your families, âwhat three things would you need on a deserted islandâ turned into talking about your favorite vacation spot and âwhat;s your morning routineâ let the guys start to talk about their training which you foundâŚhot. The way they describe conditioning and training completely hypnotized you, like you could understand it but just barely. And watching them interact was a real treat, Cooper was very funny and lighthearted but still very direct and expressive in his words. Nicholas was very sincere in everything and said it with such conviction, even if he was joking it came out so earnestly you thought he was being serious.
Later, for training you all got to wander the camp site as groups. The three of you found yourselves sitting on one of the picnic benches along the trail route, the ice was finally broken so the conversation flowed very casually.
It started to get a little warmer out, too warm for a hoodie so both you and Cooper took yours off. Cooper was wearing a tank top that revealed even more of his physique and you were wearing a stretchy tank top body suit. Realizing this was the first time they've seen your arms, they noticed you had a few tattoos and were both instantly intrigued. "You have tattoos?" Cooper asked, his voice more excited than you expected.
"Yeah, just a few!â You started pointing them out to Cooper while he walked around your body to get a closer look at each one. âI got this one with one of my friends, they are not quite matching but theyâre similarâ you went on.
Nicholas was also listening to you talk about your tattoos but he wasnât as outwardly interested as Cooper was. He mostly just nodded in approval after you explained each tattoo. It wasnât until you bent a certain way to show Cooper a different tattoo that your tennis skirt raised a little, revealing the very bottom of a tattoo on your thigh. "Is that⌠another one?" Nicholas asked, gesturing to your thigh, catching you off guard.
You blinked. "Oh, yeah," you replied, laughing lightly. "Good eye." You hadnât expected him to notice that oneâit was usually pretty hidden. But it wasnât awkward and you were happy he actually spoke. âYeah itâs just my zodiac constellation, I just thought it was cute, maybe a little stupid to get that tatted but I like itâ
âI donât think itâs stupid,â Nicholas replied, more confidently this time. Cooper nodded in agreement.
âIn fact,â Nicholas stood up and took off his bookbag âAs long as weâre showing off our sick inkâŚâ. You and Cooperâs eyes widened, you had no idea what this man, who had been fairly silent this whole time, was about to show. He took off his shirt and revealed his perfect abs. They looked like they were chiseled from marble but also soft like flesh. You cleared your throat and gathered yourself. You glanced over at Cooper who was equally entranced by Nicholasâ body.
âWhat do you think?â Nicholas posed in front of you two and you both looked confused, âI thought we were just showing off tattoos, not seeing whoâs built like an adonisâ Cooper joked.
You laughed, âyeah, this is a summer camp so the chance to take off your shirt was coming soon enoughâ you added.
Nicholas laughed back, âno get closer, itâs there!â You and Cooper looked at each other and then got closer to his manâs perfect body and there it was, two small tattoos under both pecs, a smiley face and a frowny face.
âTotally sick ink right?â Nicholas joked in a surfer voice, you and Cooper threw your heads back in laughter as you jokingly agreed. âIt certainly is ⌠ink on your skin,â Cooper added.
âThey were stick-and-pokes I did in college just for fun, you can even feel the weird texture of them,â Nicholas said. Without missing a beat, he grabbed Cooper's hand and placed it on the small tattoo. You had to find a way to act normal about this but this was incredibly hot. Two gorgeous men essentially groping each other in the woods felt like something out of a fan fic.
Nicholas looked at you and said, âDonât be shy, I donât biteâ, in a quiet gravely voice. You felt your shoulders drop and your eyes widened, internally you thought âwhat is happening right now??â
You used your finger tips to feel the tattoo but followed Cooperâs lead and also felt his chest too. Nicholas would glance down at you two feeling him with his breath hitching just a little. Cooper was into the moment, you were still taken aback. Before this moment could progress, the camp alarm blared calling us all back in for dinner.
For dinner, groups got to mix and mingle so you and Vanessa decided your groups should eat together. Dinner was fine, you were fine. It seemed odd that these two boys who were basically mute at the beginning of the day had this moment earlier with you and were now just so chill about it. But you were going to match their vibe and keep it lowkey.
After dinner, you were all texting and realized you wanted a sweet treat so you went off-site and ended up at this diner a few miles from the camp. You three sat in this round corner booth and just talked about each other.
It was getting progressively later and later in the night and you felt yourself getting tired. Cooper went to the bathroom before you all headed out and you instinctively rested your head on Nicholasâs shoulder. Completely forgetting what happened earlier and just needing a place to rest for a minute.
It took him no time to accommodate your needs and lift his arm up so you could properly get close. He pulled you close to his chest and rubbed your arm as you slightly drifted in his arms.
You all drove in your car there but Nicholas saw how tired you both were so he offered to drive. âGive daddy the keysâ he gestured to you to throw them in his direction, âIâll get us back safeâ. You mentally noted that he called himself daddy and tossed him your keys. âYou both should ride in the back seat because if you're up here yawning by me that could be dangerousâ.
You and Cooper hopped in the back seat and again, you just wanted to lay down, so Cooper sat upright and you laid down with your head in his lap. He also wanted to make you feel comfortable so he started stroking your cheek and did that for the entire ride back to camp.
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The next morning was Special Classes day, all the counselors would be in various groups to get trained on the specialized activities for the camp this summer. Swimming, archery, arts and crafts, home ec, etc., you were partnered with Nicholas in the swim group while Cooper took the archery class.
The sun beat down on the lake, making the water glisten. You all had been in and out of the water several times for various tests. Every time you glanced at Nick and noticed the way the water drops would sit in between the ridges of his abs you felt something electric in you.
âYou all have done a fantastic job today,â the instructor addressed the group, âand we wrapped up earlier than I thought so thatâs good. Feel free to go for a free swim or head out until your next activity.â
You and Nicholas non-verbally agreed to head out but not before the instructor asked you both to take some supplies to the first aid shed before you left out. You wrapped a towel around your body and Nicholas wheeled the cart of medical supplies.
When you got the shed, which was more of a small cottage, you held open the door while Nicholas wheeled the items in. He started putting them away while you just stood and watched. Watching the way his back muscles moved with every action, the way he towered next to the shelves and how broad he looked from the back.
He turned to see you checking him out and chuckled to himself, âdo you mind helping me out a little?â a smirk brandishing on his face.
You didnât hear what he asked you when you were in your trance so he chuckled again, a little louder this time, âtheyâre getting lower in the wagon, could you hand them to me?â he asked again.
âOh my bad â yeah of course! Sorry, I was just thinking about dinner or somethingâ you tried to cover your tracks in the worst way possible, âor âsomethingâ is rightâ he retorted back, you felt your face get hot.
When you were finished putting the boxes away, you wheeled the cart to where the other storage containers were and joined him back in the main room. The shed was so warm so neither one of you wanted to leave. Nick went to sit down in a chair by the desk in the room. There were papers on top of the chair he went to move but when he picked them up he got a paper cut.
âShit,â he hissed âoh my godâ your eyes widened. It wasnât a lot of blood but you could yell it hurt because he kept hissing in pain. At one point he even hissed your name asking you to grab him a paper towel and you felt your heart skip a little.
He sat on the chair while you cleaned him up and gave him a bandaid. Once you got him squared away and you put the kit back on the shelf, you just kind of stood in front of him. There was nowhere else to go and not much to say.
He grabbed your hand, closing the distance between you two, pulling you toward him âthe old ânurse me back to healthâ trope huh? What a classicâ he joked in a low gravely voice
âYouâre so annoyingâ, you whined jokingly pushing away, as his one hand placed your arm on his shoulder and the other wrapped around your waist.
You caressed the side of his face with one hand, contemplating if this was really about to happen. You just met this guy yesterday - but you have already felt his pecs, cuddled with him in public and let him call himself daddy.
You leaned down and hovered in front of his mouth, âdonât make me begâ he whispered as he moved closer to plant his lips on yours. It started slow but very deliberate, he was soft but sturdy, your knees felt weak and you could feel him holding you up with the strength of his arm alone.
He took more initiative in the kiss and started taking control, his tongue now fighting for dominance in your mouth and he pulled you down into a straddling position on to his lap, never breaking apart. The more intense he got the more inhaled and exhaled sharply, the breathing made it all so much hotter. He started kissing down your neck, using his hands to guide which way you leaned your head to receive him.
He got to your ear and whispered , âI wanted you the second I saw youâ, and started kissing and licking your collarbone, âyouâre so perfectâ he said into your neck before biting and sucking at various spots. While he worked on a particular part of your neck â biting and sucking, making you moan his name. He started to lower your bathing suit strap to reveal your soft wet breasts.
He looked at you as he kissed down your chest and gently placed it in his mouth, sucking and licking at the nipple making you thrash in excitement. You moaned his name out loud again, he switched to the other breast with the same licking and sucking motion while using his hand to play with the nipple of the other. You felt a rush when he moaned, it sent a vibration through your body that you felt it below.
He was so attuned with your body, he knew you could feel the excitement pooling down there and went to feel you over the bathing suit down there. Your back arched the second he touched you, your breath shaky. You locked lips again as he continued to graze it.
Just as you went to reach down to feel him hard through his trunks, the camp alarm sounded, calling everyone back to the main area. The rudeness of the alarm made you two separate and understand what you were really doing.
When you both come down from the euphoric feeling of being wrapped up in another stranger, you pulled your straps back up to cover yourself and he helped you off him. He pushed the chair back, you grabbed the towels both of you came in with and left, not saying a word.
When you joined the group again, you had to sit with your team. You and Nicholas found Cooper and sat on either side of him, typically you had been in the middle of them two but you needed a little distance from Nicholas at the moment.
âYou guys are still in your swim stuff? I saw you guys wrapped up earlier than usâ Cooper genuinely asked
There was a pause that needed to be filled, you went to speak but Nicholas also started, you both stopped and almost started again and then stopped fully and there was another long pause
âOh no that's fine, thatâs totally how normal people answer a questionâ Cooper said sarcastically.
---
The next day of training, returners and new counselors had separate schedules. This was perfect because after yesterday, itâs not that you were avoiding Nicholas but you certainly needed a break and time to process how this all progressed so quickly.
That night, in the cafeteria certain counselors signed up for different kitchen shifts, you and Cooper got put on clean up duty. When dinner was wrapping up Nicholas hung around for as long as possible. It wasnât weird, there was an energy between you two but mostly he just hung around to talk to Cooper. You kept a distance and participated in the conversation from afar.
Cooper went to the back to handle the trashtrash and you were clearing off tables. Nicholas stood up to leave and called you over. You didn't know what he was going to say, was he going to ask you why haven't we talked? Does he want to have sex? Does he have a girlfriend? Every thought ran through your mind as you walked over to him from a few tables over.
You got to him and asked âwhatâs up?â he paused, stood up and looked down at you. He used his fingers to lift your face in his direction and planted another kiss on you right then and there, without a care in the world. His lips were soft and plush, you felt yourself melt into him from how smooth it was.
âLet me know if weâre doing another sweet treat run tonightâ he said just a few inches from your mouth and walked out.
You were floored, who is this man? That kiss was so comfortable, as if you were his and he was yours. It felt natural and right to him.
You wiped down the counters while Cooper stocked and organized supplies for the next dayâs meals, the silence between them was oddly comfortable. From the second you met them both Nicholas was a little harder to read and you felt like you had to do a little more to get his attention. Not that you necessarily wanted his attention but with Cooper, he immediately opened up. He was warm, comforting and quiet. He just felt safe.
When everything was done, you and Cooper sat on top of a table while the floors dried and ate ice cream. You couldnât help but smile at him as he sat across from you criss-cross apple sauce style, him being easily over 6 ft and sitting to make himself look small was so endearing.
The more you talked the smaller the distance grew between you two. Your knees were touching and he was stroking your leg as you both continued talking, doting into each otherâs eyes.
He glanced at you, a small smile playing at his lips. âYou know, youâre probably the most beautiful person Iâve met.â
You raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. âWhereâs this coming from?â
He finished his cone just in time to place both hands on your legs while he answered. His hands were large and strong, with veins subtly tracing the surface, hinting at a quiet power beneath his skin. The rough texture of his palms contrasted with the smoothness of his long fingers, which moved with a practiced, almost careful grace. There was something magnetic about the way they flexed, confident and capable, as if they knew exactly how to hold the worldâfirm, yet gentle.
âJust being honest. Youâve been, like⌠really good to me since day one. Everyone here is nice but you and Nick have made me feel comfortable hereâ, he said through a smile.
His words made your heart skip, but you tried to play it cool. âI mean, I hope you gave Nicholas thanks like this too, donât want him feeling left out.â you let out a laugh and so did he.
âNo, but itâs different with you,â he said, and this time, he didnât look away. âI was nervous as hell coming here, and I wasnât expecting anyone to make it easier, but you did. I didnât feel out of place with you around. Youâre, like, ridiculously sweet and alsoâŚâ He trailed off, eyes scanning your face like he was debating how much to say. âYouâre also, like, the most attractive person here.â
Suddenly you were in the same position you were in with Nicohlas in the shed, a moment of silence where nothing needed to be said, only action needed to be taken.
Copper leaned forward and quietly said, âIâm gonna kiss you nowâ
He leaned in slowly, his breath warm against your lips as he hesitated for a moment, savoring the closeness. His kiss started soft, tentative, like he was afraid to rush it, each movement deliberate and tender. His lips were gentle against yours, almost shy, and you could feel the slightest tremble in his touch. But as you pressed closer, he exhaled, letting go of his nerves, and the kiss deepened naturally. He found his rhythm, and what began as slow and cautious soon turned into something warmer, more fluid, their lips moving together with a sweet, unhurried certainty.
You felt his one hand on your thigh and the other slipped under your shirt, warm and steady against your skin. His fingers curled against your side, massaging gently as he explored the curve of your waist. Slowly, he moved his hand upward, caressing your breasts with a careful touch, his thumb tracing soft, deliberate circles until your body relaxed into his hands.
'Is this okay?' Cooper pulled away from the kiss, his forehead resting lightly against yours as he searched your eyes, his voice soft and filled with concern. The tenderness in his question only made you want him more."
You nodded, your breath hitching as his lips found yours again, this time with more confidence. His hand slipped back under your shirt, his movements unhurried but more intentional now, as though he wanted to savor every second of the moment. His thumb brushed across your skin, sending little sparks through your body, and you leaned into his touch, your hands finding their way to his hair. You tugged gently, and he let out a low, quiet groan that only made you pull him closer.
Cooperâs kisses grew deeper, more fluid as he relaxed into it, his earlier nervousness melting away. His hand continued to explore, fingertips dancing across your body as if he was learning every inch of you. There was something almost reverent in the way he touched youâgentle but filled with intent, as though he couldnât believe this moment was real. He pulled you closer, his lips moving from your mouth to your jaw, then to your neck, his breath warm and steady against your skin as he took his time, each kiss slower than the last.
'Youâre incredible,' he whispered against your neck, his voice rough with affection. The way he said it, so soft and unassuming, made your heart swell, and in that moment, you knew that every touch, every kiss, was laced with more than just desire.
You felt wrap his hands around you and he shifted his position to lay you down gently on the table. He continued kissing you on your neck, whispering praises softly in your ear while his hands smoothly roamed your body, âyouâre so perfectâ, âI need youâ, âyouâre a goddessâ.
You felt his hand go lower and lower on your body until he got to your waistband. He pulled from the passionate kiss to look at you, he thought you were so beautiful in this moment. Frazzled from his passion, your eyes begging him to keep going. His fingers slipped into your shorts, but stopped, âare you sure?â Cooper asked you again, wanting to make sure you felt safe.
You pulled him down on top of you to kiss again and pushed his hand down so his fingers just grazed over the clit. His fingers continued to massage your area, with each pass you moaned into his mouth. Your kisses became deeper and frantic as you struggled to keep from completely unraveling from him.
âLet go for me babyâ, he said with his forehead resting on yours. Before you could catch your breath his hand went lower and he angled his fingers at your entrance, your back arched in anticipation.
He pulled back completely so he could see your reaction to his fingers slipping inside if you. He traced around your entrance a little before slipping in his middle finger. You gasped and shuttered as his finger moved in and out, your moans turned to whimpers as he slipped in another finger.
You moaned out his name as his fingers curled inside of you hitting your spot. You had no control of your body, your body spasming from his touch which was getting deeper and faster by the minute, you were moaning so loud you didnât care who heard you and your hands searched for some part of him to touch to return the favor. You reached out for his waistband, his hard member was pressed against his pants. You wanted to make him feel as good as he made you.
Just as you were about to return the favor, the camp alarm went off for a final roll call for bed. You and Cooper froze, reality settling back in as you both quickly gathered yourselves, adjusting clothes and catching your breath.
Cooper sat back with a sheepish grin, running a hand through his hair. 'I guess I got a little carried away,' he admitted, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he glanced at you, clearly still processing everything.
You smiled back, your heart still racing but now more from the situation than the moment before. 'Itâs fine,' you said with a light shrug, your voice playful. 'It was fun... and now I think the favor's officially been returned for being so sweet.'
He let out a low chuckle, his eyes soft and warm as he looked at you.
---
A few days had passed, and while you hadn't been actively avoiding Cooper or Nicholas, you also hadnât been seeking them out either. You needed a moment to clear your head after everything, to let the tension simmer down before the campers arrived. Still, you didnât want things to feel awkward, so you invited them over to your cabin to help put together goodie bags for the kids. Your cabin mate was out for the night, so you even suggested they sleep over since their cabins were farther away. It was a subtle effort to show them you were cool, if they were cool. Even though every time one of them shifted closer, the heat between your legs was impossible to ignore.
You all worked in a comfortable rhythm, talking and laughing as you assembled the bags, until a song came on that sent Nicholas into nostalgic mode. His eyes lit up, and with a grin, he said, "This song always reminds me of my first kiss." You laughed.
Nicholas leaned back, his eyes dreamy with the memory. "Middle school. At a dance. I was so nervous I almost missed her lips entirely."
The three of you burst into laughter, and soon the conversation flowed into everyone sharing their stories, one kiss memory after another. Cooper shared about his first kiss behind the bleachers at a football game, and you talked about a spontaneous kiss under the basement steps of your friendsâ house with her hot older brother. The mood was light and fun, each of you enjoying the trip down memory lane.
But then Cooper, ever the curious one, leaned forward, his tone more playful than usual. "So... has anyone here fooled around at camp before?" The question hung in the air for a moment, and you could feel the tension shift. You knew exactly why you were feeling awkward, but you noticed Nicholasâs smirk almost instantly. His eyes flicked between you and Cooper, as though daring one of you to speak first.
You opened your mouth, not entirely sure what you were going to say, when Nicholas took the chance. "Actually," he began, leaning forward with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Iâve done it twice already. And both of them are in this room."
Your eyes shot open, heart hammering in your chest as you whipped your gaze to Nicholas. Cooper let out a surprised laugh, and for a moment, you were too stunned to speak. WaitâCooper already knew? Your mind raced to piece it all together, the realization dawning on you like a light bulb flicking on. Youâd hooked up with Nicholas. Cooper knew. And they had hooked up too?
"Hold up," you finally managed to say, your voice a mix of shock and curiosity. "You twoâ?"
Nicholas nodded, leaning back with an easy confidence, clearly enjoying your reaction. "After arts and crafts clean-up a few days ago," he said, glancing at Cooper with a smirk. "We were the only ones left in the room, and we ended up in that tiny back closet putting away suppliesâŚâ
Cooper chimed in, chuckling. "It was kind of inevitable. I mean, we were basically on top of each other. And then... one thing led to another. I pulled his shirt off and started kissing chest. He kissed down my neck. Mouths went places, hands went places and rest is a fogged up window.â
Your mind spun, trying to wrap around the image of Nicholas and Cooper together. You could practically picture itâthe tension, the closeness, the heat of the moment in the small, confined space.
You swallowed, feeling the heat rise between the three of you again, but this time it was different. This wasnât about embarrassment anymoreâit was curiosity, excitement, a shared secret now out in the open.
Cooper and Nicholas exchanged a glance before bursting out into laughter. Cooper was the first to speak. "Oh, it was obvious," he said, still chuckling. "When you came to the camp meeting that day after special classes, the hickies already started forming on your neck. You werenât exactly subtle."
Nicholas leaned forward with a mischievous grin. "And I tried to come back to the dining hall after I left that night you two had clean up duty and I heard you two making out in the distance, so I turned right back around."
The three of you erupted into laughter, the kind that shakes your whole body and makes your cheeks hurt. It was funny now, how youâd all tiptoed around it, trying to keep it secret when in reality, none of you had been fooling anyone.
When the laughter finally died down, Nicholasâs curiosity took over. "Okay, so... real talk. Who do you prefer more?" His eyes sparkled with playful competitiveness, and he leaned back with a smirk, clearly ready for whatever answer you had.
Cooper grinned, nudging your shoulder. "Yeah, no pressure, but... weâre all dying to know."
You couldnât help but laugh at how ridiculous it wasâbeing asked to choose between them like it was some kind of game. You paused for a moment, then gave a mock-serious look as you made a reference only you could deliver. "You know, it feels like Tyra Banks standing here with two contestants in front of her, and only one can stay."
Cooper burst out laughing, recognizing the reference immediately. "No way, youâre not about to do an Americaâs Next Top Model elimination on us right now!"
You grinned, savoring the dramatic moment. "But if I had to choose..." you began, your eyes darting between them, building suspense. Finally, you pointed to Cooper. "Itâs you."
Cooper jumped up from the floor, arms raised in victory. "Yes! I knew it!" he shouted, dancing around the room like heâd just won a championship. Nicholas, meanwhile, was in mock shock, his mouth hanging open as he smiled at the absurdity of it all.
"Youâve got to be kidding me!" Nicholas exclaimed, shaking his head with a grin. "I thought I had this in the bag!"
You laughed, trying to calm the chaos around you. "Hooking up with you, Nick, was fun and spontaneous. But Cooper..." you turned to Cooper, who was still grinning like an idiot, "...was gentle, tender, and made me feel really special."
Cooper shrugged nonchalantly, though the satisfaction was clear on his face. "What can I say? I just know how to make a woman feel special."
Nicholas rolled his eyes but smiled anyway, leaning closer to you. "Okay, fine. But..." he gave you that familiar smirk, "...if you let me have another shot, I can be gentle too."
You raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh, yeah? You think so?"
He nodded, the playful tone in his voice now edged with something more serious. "Absolutely. If youâll let me."
You smiled and nodded, your body buzzing with excitement. "Okay, Iâm down."
With that, Nicholas took your hand and guided you to the bed. He sat down next to you and this time, there was no rush, no quick or hurried movements. He was slow, deliberate, his hands softer as they found your waist and pulled you gently toward him. He kissed you with a tenderness you hadnât felt from him before, each movement careful, as though he was savoring the moment.
The heat between you built gradually, the tension thick in the air but controlled. Nicholas was taking his time, just like he promised. His lips moved against yours with a softness that surprised you, his hand sliding up your side in a slow caress that made your breath hitch. Compared to your first time hooking up, this was differentâmore intentional, more intimate.
You felt Cooper watching from the other side of the room, clearly entertained but also intrigued. Nicholasâs kiss deepened, but the pace stayed slow, methodical, as he explored every part of you with a newfound gentleness.
"Not bad," Cooper teased from the sidelines, his voice light but clearly enjoying the view. Nicholas smirked against your lips, but didnât break the kiss, his focus entirely on you. He put his hand on his thigh and started messaging, working his way further and further up.
Nicholas parted from your lips to make his way down your neck. When you first hooked up, he wouldâve started biting and sucking but this time he placed soft kisses on your neck, while lightly squeezing your thighs. He whispered in your ear âsee, I can be anything you want me to be babyâ he nearly whimpered in your ear.
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and your body quivered in response. You were melting into the moment, eyes closed, savoring the feeling, when suddenly, Nicholas pulled away. Your eyes shot open in confusion, the warmth of his body leaving yours too soon.
âWhyâd you stop?â you asked, breathless, your lips tingling from his touch.
Nicholas smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes. âJust wanted to show you I could be gentle,â he said with a wink, clearly enjoying how worked up heâd gotten you.
You let out a soft laugh, though you couldnât help but still want more. âWell, youâve definitely proven that,â you teased back, a smile tugging at your lips.
Cooper stepped in, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, if weâre all trying new things, maybe itâs time I take a shot at being more... aggressive."
You smiled wide as you agreed, Cooper crossed the room in a few long strides and came to sit next to you on the bed. He gently but firmly grabbed your face, pulling you to his direction. His lips met yours with a fiery intensity, pulling you on top of him and kissing you harder, deeper than before. His hands gripped your hips with a sense of urgency, and he moved faster, more aggressively, his kisses more forceful as he claimed your mouth. The energy was completely different from the gentle, careful approach Nicholas had just taken, but it was equally intoxicating.
You gasped against Cooperâs mouth as he pressed into you, his lips trailing down your neck with no hesitation this time. He kissed you with raw hunger, teeth grazing your skin, his hands roaming your body with confident, demanding touches that sent heat pooling low in your belly. Every move he made was firm, and you could feel the shift in energyâthis was Cooper letting go, leaning into the moment with full force.
But out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of Nicholas watching from where he stood, his eyes dark with anticipation. His gaze was hungry, eager, as if he didnât care who he joined in on, just that he wanted to be wrapped between you and Cooper.
Cooper noticed it too, pausing briefly to glance over at Nicholas. He didnât say a word, but his eyes flashed with a knowing look, as if he was silently inviting Nicholas to join. Then, in one smooth motion, Cooper gently but firmly placed you back on the bed, your body sinking into the softness of the blankets beneath you.
Nicholas didnât need any further invitation.
He crossed the room and joined you both, sliding onto the bed with that same eager smirk he always wore. Without missing a beat, he moved in close, taking his place on one side of you while Cooper positioned himself on the other. You could feel Nicholasâs breath warm against your skin before his lips pressed to the side of your neck, the same spot Cooper had just claimed moments ago.
The sensation of both of them on either side of you was overwhelming, in the best way possible. Nicholasâs kisses were slow but deliberate, each one more lingering than the last, while Cooperâs lips moved more urgently, as though he couldnât get enough. You were surrounded by them, their hands tracing up and down your body as their mouths explored your neck, your collarbone, the sensitive spots just below your ear.
Nicholasâs fingers skimmed across your waist, his touch light but teasing, while Cooperâs hand slid down your thigh, squeezing gently. The contrast between the two of them made your heart race, and you couldnât help but let out a soft, involuntary moan as you sank deeper into the sensation.
âThis is what you wanted, right?â Nicholas murmured against your neck, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine. âBoth of us... all over you?â
Before you could answer, Cooperâs lips moved to your ear, his breath hot as he whispered, âTell us what you like.â
You felt completely overwhelmed, your senses flooded by the way both Cooper and Nicholas were hitting every spot that made your body hum with pleasure. Nicholas's lips left soft, teasing kisses along your collarbone while Cooperâs hands roamed your body, his grip firm and sure. The contrast between their touches, one gentle, one rough, had your heart racing, and you were utterly lost in the sensation.
Needing more, you reached up, grabbing Cooperâs face and pulling him into a heated kiss. You matched his intensity, your lips moving hungrily against his, both of you completely giving in to the moment. His hands gripped your hips harder, pulling you closer, as if he wanted to devour you whole.
Meanwhile, Nicholasâs kisses continued to trail down your shoulder, slow and deliberate, each one sending shivers down your spine. His hands were patient, exploring every inch of your body with a calm but insistent touch, as if he wanted to memorize the way you felt beneath his fingers.
Cooper pulled away just long enough to tug your shirt over your head, and before you could even process it, Nicholas unhooked your bra with expert precision, leaving you bare in front of them. For a second, the weight of their gaze made you feel vulnerableâbut the way they looked at you, eyes full of hunger and admiration, made the tension crackle in the air.
Without missing a beat, Nicholasâs lips found their way to your breast, his tongue tracing soft circles before he took your nipple into his mouth. The sensation sent a wave of heat through your body, and you gasped, arching into his touch. His mouth was gentle, but the pressure was enough to make your body ache for more.
At the same time, Cooperâs teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, biting down just enough to leave a lingering sting that made you squirm in his grasp. His hands explored your back, pulling you flush against him, and every bite, every nip, felt like it was setting your skin on fire.
The combination of Nicholasâs slow, teasing kisses and Cooperâs rough, hungry bites made your mind spin. You could barely keep up with the sensations washing over you, your body reacting to every touch, every kiss, every movement. It was almost too much, but you couldnât get enough.
âYouâre perfect,â Nicholas whispered against your skin, his lips still trailing over your chest. âI could keep doing this all night.â
Cooper smirked against your neck, his hand sliding down your waist. âWe might just have to.â.
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