#debating if I should even post this but I spent like

[afterglowkatie]

sliding into something real | c.f.

caitlin foord x kerr!reader | 1.1k | 'from slide tackling me to sliding in my dms,' + ‘being with you feels like coming home,’

❆♡────୨ holiday season blurb event ৎ────♡❆

‘I thought you two would have your shit together by now,’ A, slightly tipsy, Sam leaned on the table next to Caitlin. You had skipped the pre planned night out after how the match had gone beforehand. Losing a London derby to Arsenal was always going to sour your mood, especially when the person responsible for disrupting your last big chance to at least get the equaliser would be there.

You and Caitlin had mutual crushes on each other, but it had never been anything more than that. Or at least neither of you let it be anything more, you both didn’t even realise that the crush each of you had was mutual. Though it didn’t mean that the longing looks you both gave and the way you’d seek out each other's comfort, especially during national camp, didn’t go unnoticed. 

Sam, who frustratingly knows you better than you know yourself, picked up on the mutual feelings her best friend and younger sister had for each other. You’d skipped the night out and now Caitlin had been caught by your older sister, looking through your old instagram posts and debating on whether she should send you a message.

‘What do you mean?’ Caitlin tried to hide her phone away when she realised who was next to her, but she knew Sam had already seen anyway.

‘Just send her a message,’ Caitlin gave Sam a look, wanting to make sure that she was definitely okay with it. Sam being the main reason Caitlin had been holding back from acting on her feelings towards you, not wanting to cross any boundaries or lose an important friendship with your older sister. Sam rolled her eyes, ‘There’s only so much more I can take when she gets all pouty after showing her a picture of you smiling next to literally anyone else. Don’t get me wrong though, you better treat her well or you will have me to deal with,’ 

Sam left Caitlin to dwell on whether she actually would message you or not. Though she had a little confidence boost knowing your sister would be okay with it. She’d spent too many nights thinking about you and what it would be like to be with you, maybe she could make it actually happen instead of just thinking about it.

I thought you were unstoppable, or do you just like falling at my feet?

You half groaned when the message from Caitlin came through, reminding you of the match earlier, but you felt your heart race when you saw her name on your phone screen. Your cheeks heated up and you bit your lower lip trying to stop the grin that wanted to spread across your face. You felt like a teenager all over, smiling and kicking your feet while your crush was actually talking to you.

From slide tackling me to sliding in my dms.

Very smooth Cait.

Caitlin looked up from her phone, making sure no one was around to see the smile that wasn’t leaving her face any time soon. She’d surely be teased and everyone would try to see who she was texting. So she was thankful everyone else was preoccupied and she could focus on you. 

Smooth just like my tackle.

You rolled your eyes, but laughed a little anyway. It wasn’t often that Caitlin ever had the chance to make a tackle like that on you. Normally not playing near each other on the pitch. 

Keep that up and maybe you won’t get the chance to come here.

Somewhere you got the confidence, sending a bold and kind of risky message, especially considering you’d never really talked to each other like this before. Some conversations border lined it, but you both always stopped before implying something else.

Are you inviting me over?

Caitlin, already thinking of an excuse to leave the night early, not that any of the others would really notice if she left or not. 

Would you like to come over?

‘Thank god,’ were the first words out of your older sister’s mouth when you told her you and Caitlin had gotten together, a few months after those texts which led Caitlin to spending the night and the two of you talking and enjoying each other's company for that entire night and next day. Leading on to more talking and eventual official dates.

Sam ended up being you and Caitlin’s biggest supporter in your relationship. She also liked to take credit for the two of you actually getting your shit together, as she likes to say, and finally becoming official. Even if you did get endless teasing from your teammates when they found out, for going soft for an Arsenal player.

You waved up from the pitch where Caitlin and Sam were sitting. Arsenal had played the day before so she was able to make it to yours to support you. It was nice for you to look up and see your girlfriend sitting in the stands. You’d made a compromise and she would wear one of your Australia jerseys whenever she came to support you and you’d do the same whenever you found yourself at an Arsenal match for her.

As soon as the final whistle sounded, your hands went to your face as you let out a sigh of frustration. You’d not played your best, neither had your team, and Chelsea ended up dropping points to a club you shouldn’t be dropping points to. From the stands Caitlin could tell how hard the match had been for you. Wanting nothing more than to wrap her arms around you and tell you not to worry too much about everything that happened.

Finally you made your way through the stands towards your girlfriend. Sam had already come down, giving you a little hug before pushing you towards where Caitlin was, knowing who you really needed right now.

‘Hey,’ Your voice was small, exhaustion evident on your face. Caitlin reached out, grabbing a hold of your hand before pulling you onto her lap. You laid your head against her shoulder looking up at her, small, tired smile on your face, ‘Thank you for being here. Sorry I couldn’t play better,’

Caitlin frowned a little, wrapping her arms around you a little bit tighter, ‘You always play well and baby you know I love watching you play, even if you’re wearing the wrong colour,’ Caitlin trying to lighten your mood a little, you let out a small chuckle. The two of you always ‘fighting’ over which club was better. Caitlin leaned down, pressing a small kiss to your forehead, then each of your temples, a little one on your nose and peppering kisses all over your cheeks. Your smile widened and you cuddled further into her, turning your head when she went to kiss your cheek so she’d kiss your lips instead. 

‘Being with you feels like coming home,’ You laid your hand on top of where Caitlin’s were resting against your waist. Even after a match that wasn’t an ideal result, you had the comfort of your girlfriend you could come home to. When you were with Caitlin not much else mattered.

[domokunrainbowkinz]

Tried a new art style and I guess will is gonna be my guinea pig from now on 🥹

[fiepige]

why work on your fic when you can just make shitty art of one of the scenes in paint instead?

look I told you it was shitty okay? lol at least it's out of my system now so I can go back to actually writing this stuff- hopefully it'll turn out better when written down than when drawn...

[phagodyke]

I mostly just scroll thru blog subs when im on mobile bc I follow too many ppl on here so I add mutuals etc there n then turn off notifs so it's like the creme de la creme of the dash anyway if u see me in ur notes more its bc I forgor to add some of u on there until recently sorry 😭😭

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.

[cheriladycl01]

No because that hurt me! Lando Norris x Girlfriend! Reader Part 2

Plot: Lando goes one step too far ...

As you'd promised you'd gone straight back to London, you thrown yourself into your work. You spent the days on the construction sight for the new house you were flipping, overseeing the progress. You spent the evenings in the studio working on more plans for the interior of the house.

But you did miss him, of course you missed him.

He was your person ...

Your guy...

The love of your life.

In the time that you'd come home however, videos had surfaced, many videos had surfaced...

The first was of you and Lando in the club, someone from a table across from the one your friends had been sat in showed how Lando had acted towards you and how his friends had tried to back you up. The next was of you running up to Alex, begging for a lift.

Afterwards, videos were leaked of the rest of Lando's night where he celebrated his win, by dancing with his friends and random girls that were being pulled into the big group. Nothing scandalous but enough to upset the fans who really liked you.

Later on, after the first few videos came out a video came out of Max Fewtrell and him arguing before him and Pietra left. Max actually pushed him a little and lots of hand gestures were flying round, but Lando looked just as angry as Max did.

Normally when you were in London, people knew they'd get content on your Instagram stories of you doing what you do best. People had suggested you to start a YouTube because your live's and reels were so funny that they'd definitely spend the time watching.

But you'd been dark since the argument with Lando and people were getting worried including Lando. So when you posted a titkok with your team, in the trend that AstonMartin did where the camera is up high above and you all do funny things, the media went crazy.

You then posted a video on instagram talking about the new house and the progress that was coming on.

"Hey guys! Y/N here! Just wanted to show you how the latest project is coming on. We've torn down the living room and put all new flooring in, which actually has built in underfloor heating which i think here in the UK is a real money move. We're going to hook it all up to a central network from the hallway as you walk in, which we finally finished the painting for that last week" you pan showing the round the areas you'd been talking about.

You showed you and one of the girls tearing down the kitchen.

Captioned 'Best Part of the Job, Free Rage Room', which is how you'd always referred to the demolition phase of house flipping. People on twitter of course took it out of context and rumors started flying that you and Lando had in fact called it splits, even one of those WAG update pages 'confirming' the breakup from close sources.

You'd found it laughable really, but you knew it would be hurting Lando, and no matter how much he hurt you ... you weren't a bitter person. You didn't want him hurting as well.

You were sat in your studio at your desk, sketching for the garden. The pen was currently in your mouth, sat back debating whether you should reach out to Lando or wait for him to come to you.

It had been three weeks at this point with no communication. You'd spoken to Lando's family, who had talked with you about everything that had happened. Cisca and Adam had apologized for their sons behavior.

As you were about to pick up your phone, caving in to messaging Lando first when you swore you wouldn't on knock on your wooden studio door sounds.

You frown, wondering who on earth would be coming to you at this time of the night. You weren't even open, office hours were long over. It was about 11pm, so your clients knew you weren't taking calls even though you were still here and working with a light on.

You open the door, bolt and latch on for added protection.

"Lando?" you ask seeing the curly haired boy, hoodie up and his eyes looking more tired than you'd ever seen them.

"You want to open up and let me in baby?" he asks softly, a slight crack to his voice.

"I was just about to call you" you admit, unlatching the door so it swings open fully. He stops just under the arch of the door observing you. It was like he was having a small inward debate with himself.

"Gonna cave coz you miss me?" he jokes, testing the waters. He didn't know how you were now that you'd have some time apart. He was hopeful that he could talk to you again and fix what had happened.

"Honestly yeah. I hate you and how much of a hold you have on me" you admit, leaning back into your chair directing him to the sofa.

"I came here, to say I'm sorry and that I was horrible to you. And I know it's not excuse but I want to explain what happened. In full... I think you deserve more than an explanation... but I think you need one for if we are ever going to go back to what we were" he sighs. He leans forward and takes your hand into his.

He explains how, after the race people told him you'd said you were leaving the race track. So he went to the hotel to find you, only for you not to be there, Max came round and said you were probably getting ready with the girls as P had told him you were all gonna meet them there.

"I didn't think this was too out of the ordinary for you, your especially close with P and Lily, and it wouldn't shock me if Kelly and Kika would drag you all into a girl pre-club party in their hotel room..." he laughs knowing that normally you and P would do each other's makeup when Max and her came to race weekends. Or you and Lily would switch outfit's loving to venture into each other's styles.

When he got to the club and no-one had seen you, and Pierre and Charles had come up to him with celebratory shots, he hadn't declined.

"The shots were the start of what slowly just went downhill, I don't think i ever want to drink that much again, I was so happy at the start" he laughs flushing red and the thought of him knocking back shots, which was rare considering he didn't like to drink. He wouldn't be doing it anytime soon that was for sure.

"You deserved to celebrate though baby, don't make it seem like you shouldn't have had a fun night" you admit, both of you were being open and mature adults right now. You were so glad you'd both spent some time apart to think before you fought more, now you were both talking and listening to each other and you couldn't help but think it was beautiful and intimate.

After the three hour mark he was fed up that you hadn't bothered to show up at such an important night for him. Talking to Charles and Pierre who were also drunk, weren't the best influences on suggesting places you could be. All of them being ones his drunk mind could picture vividly, his sober mind would have known his girl would never dream of doing that to him.

"Charles said some things and I know sober me would have known you wouldn't do that, but i was already angry thinking you'd just ditched me. I shouldn't have drunk as much and I know its no excuse... but" he starts and you nod.

"The main thing is you know how you would have acted. Yes you upset me, yes your hurt me because you said some horrible things to me..."

"Yeah, I've heard the video and It wasn't my intention to embarrass you the way I did, especially in front of our friends. I'm so so sorry!" he admits.

The other group, had tried to convince him that maybe you'd just got held up and thats where Oscar, Lily, Max and P had all messaged you.

"Baby, I'm so so sorry that i wasn't there for you after what happened!" he says tears in his eyes. This would forever be one of his biggest regrets in life, not being there for you when you needed him.

"How did you find out?" you gulp, not really wanting to think about what could have happened that night if it wasn't for the Mclaren Mechanics.

"Well, after having a scolding from Oscar, and Max, and Alex, and Zac... the mechanics also threatened to botch my pit stops. So i listened to what they did for you"

"Mmmm it was scary. All i wanted was you" you nod, rubbing a thumb across his hand.

"I'm so so sorry, I promised you that i'd protect you always. And I've failed!" he says with a little snivel and tears brimming his eyes.

"You've not failed, you just made a mistake, there's been some miscommunication and Charles and Pierre didn't help with their boyish meddling but ... we'll get there" you smile before pulling closer to him and nuzzling into his neck breathing in his sent.

"Do you think you'll ever forgive me?" he asks softly pulling you back so he can fully look at you.

"I already have, darling" you smile.

"What did i ever do to deserve you, I don't think i do" he smiles.

"Hmmmm, well I think the historians will argue one day its me who didn't deserve you" you sigh, brushing some of his hair back.

"I doubt that" he scoffs, knowing that when you first started dating, even with your lack of status people still thought you were too kind, too sweet and too innocent for someone as jokey and brash as Lando was seen to be.

"I've never had anyone treat me the way you do, I'm so so in love with you. And I don't ever want the feelings I have when i think of you and see you to stop. I feel like i can do anything when i have you by my side. Why do you think the first person i seeked out was you?" you offer, softly leaning in and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips.

You guys, talked more that night. About how you actually had fun helping the Mclaren boys pack up, regardless if you thought Lando had forgotten about you.

A week later and the media had picked up on the sighting the paps had got of both of you. Some fans had seen you both at a restaurant and make posts on it.

The comments bashed you either way, being between saying how silly you were for taking him back or the others saying they were upset you were back. It got to the point where you had to release a statement saying that you and Lando, are grown adults who can talk through the miscommunication and issues you'd experienced and were better for it now.

"I love you so much, and I'm never ever ever acting up like that again" he says as you help him do up his fire suit for the race you were currently at with him.

"I love you too, now go out and get another win for me baby so we can celebrate properly this time" you smile, kissing him before Jon comes forward asking for Lando's presence in the front of the garage.

A/N: I hope you guys think this did the first part justice as so many people requested a Part 2, so I'm really scared that this hasn't done it justice! If you want a rewrite with something better... something longer where its more of a series. Or where it goes the opposite way and it takes her longer to forgive him let me know. I just thought that Y/N and Lando in this one specifically would be the type to maturely talk about things!

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[wttcsms]

you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody, atsumu miya

pairing atsumu miya x reader word count 1.4k synopsis love for you is holding him; love for him is allowing himself to be held. content contains hurt/comfort, intimacy, atsumu-centric, insecurities, unconditional love, showering together but make it sfw

The stinging spray of scalding hot water from the showerhead should be enough to get him to leave, but he barely registers the pain, can’t seem to bring himself to feel the heat, can’t seem to bring himself to feel anything.

No — that’s not entirely true. He feels one thing.

Devastated. 

Everyone knows Atsumu Miya likes to talk shit on and off the court. It’s his thing, his trademark, his brand. Lots of athletes like to talk big about how they’re going to win; who the hell is going to support a guy who walks onto the court with a well, it’ll be alright if I lose. 

He’s staring down at the tiles of the shower, can somewhat register the persistent barrage of water spraying onto his back as he has one hand splayed on the wall, shoulders slumped, water dripping from his hair and running into his vision, making everything blurry. 

Don’t blink, he tries to demand of himself, but the issue is, we can’t always control our bodies. He has to shut his eyes, just for a brief second, and in that second, it all comes back to him.

The opposing team at set point. His team depending on him to serve. One point left. Only one chance. He can feel the stadium’s crowd holding their breath, can feel the lack of air in the atmosphere, can hear how loudly the blood is rushing to his head. Dizzy. Dazed. He doesn’t give into pressure, not anymore, not ever. Doesn’t feel performance anxiety, knows better than to try to attempt something flashy just for the glory of a good story to tell. 

Give ‘em a serve they don’t have a chance of receiving, he demands of himself. 

The final seconds of the match all come to him like stills from a movie, each frame another devastating blow to his ego, his self-worth, his very being. The ball is in the air, he’s bending his knees to prepare for the jump, his hand making contact with the ball. Something’s off, he can feel it upon first contact, but it’s too late to save, too late for him to change anything.

The ball lands.

On his side of the net.

He’s frozen in place as he stares ahead. He can tell the other team is cheering, slapping each other on their backs, and he can hear the blow of a whistle, the celebration from the crowd. But all he sees is the ball. All he sees is his failure.

Atsumu has spent a good portion of his volleyball career knowing that he plays the game better than most. It’s why he feels so comfortable talking about the lack of skills other players display. It’s why he always has something to say at practice, on the court, during a post-game interview. 

And he knows he makes mistakes. He knows that he’s only human. But a bad serve in the middle of a game isn’t as crushing as knowing that he is the sole reason as to why the Black Jackals’ season is going to be ending early. 

Where did he go wrong? He did everything perfectly, did everything the way he usually does. Why couldn’t he perform? Why did he let his team down? Why—

“Atsumu?” 

He doesn’t look up, and all you can see is the sad shape of his outline from the foggy glass door of the shower. You know that Atsumu probably wants nothing more than to be alone right now, but you can’t help but worry when fifteen minutes have gone by, and you could still hear the shower running. That’s your first sign that something is wrong.

Atsumu is a notoriously quick showerer, to an almost concerning degree. When you first started living together, you debated planning elaborate tricks to see whether or not he was even using soap. (Which, in hindsight, was just flatout silly; he walks out the shower smelling overwhelming of his Axe Men’s 3-in-1 and Old Spice deodorant.) 

No — the first sign that something is wrong would be his uncharacteristic silence on the trip back home. He hadn’t responded to your it’s okay, baby, you’ll get ‘em next season. Instead, he just looked out the window, the devastated expression on his face silencing you as well. Even when he lost to Kageyama, he had been disappointed, upset, but still talking big about how he was going to crush the Adlers next time around. He had then made a comment about Tobio’s stupid haircut, and that’s when you told him if he doesn’t have anything nice to say, he shouldn’t say anything at all.

Now, you’d give anything to have him say something. Something for you to work with.  

“Atsumu?” You call out for him again, worried when you don’t see his figure moving. 

Pathetic. Atsumu thinks that’s what he is. A loser, a fucking scrub, a failure. Even if his teammates won’t admit it, the media will. And what then? Will you think that about him too? It’d be the truth, wouldn’t it? Isn’t that why you’re in the bathroom now? To pity him? 

He’s too busy tearing himself down to react to the distinct sound of you sliding back the glass door of the shower so you can enter it. There’s a brief burst of the cool air of the bathroom hitting his exposed body, but it evaporates the moment you shut the door. 

“Oh, ‘Tsumu.” You whisper it, and he wants to tell you that he’s not fucking fragile. That he’s not going to shatter into a million pieces if you just raise your voice, if you tell him how you really feel about him. He doesn’t move, doesn’t turn around to face you. He doesn’t want to. He can’t.

His skin is red from the heat of the water, his back staring at you angrily, hurt. The skin’s going to need some time to heal, and you turn the faucet, lowering the temperature of the water. 

“Turn around, honey. Please?” You’ve never seen Atsumu so upset before, so quiet. You wait several minutes for him to actually do as you request, and you think it’s only because he wants a way to get rid of you sooner. 

You don’t say anything to him as you reach for his shampoo, letting it lather in your hands before you give him a pleading look, one that has him leaning down so you can reach his hair. It feels nice, he thinks, the way you’re shampooing his hair. You’re gentle with your movements, and it almost relaxes him. 

You use your body wash on him. Massage the suds into his skin, but you’re mindful of the amount of pressure you apply. You know which areas of his skin is more sensitive from its exposure to the hot water, and you are careful with the spots of his body that he had chosen to be negligent with. 

“Am I so fuckin’ worthless that you have to do somethin’ as simple as bathing me?” He’s not angry at you. He might spit out the words — words that come out sounding all raw and scratchy, like they had to personally claw themselves from his throat — but the anger is not directed at you. It’s at himself. 

“Look at me.” 

His eyes are glossy, wet, shiny, and you know it’s not because of the shower. You’ve never seen Atsumu cry before, and you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. So, you do what feels right. You whisper his name softly, tenderly, and it’s this tenderness, your unwavering softness, your unconditional love, that breaks him. That makes him feel safe enough to break. That makes him think of the possibility that you’ll take these jagged pieces of him and piece them back together for him, with him. 

He’s so much bigger than you. You tell him all the time that he’s larger than life, and he thinks about that comment as he lets himself sink into your open arms, as he lets himself be held. He has never felt smaller in his life, and in your embrace, he buries his face into your shoulder, letting his warm tears mix in with the water already on your body.

“I don’t know how you can still look at me.” He mutters, and every word is spoken onto your skin, tiny blades striking you. 

Atsumu isn’t sure what he wants to hear, isn’t even certain that there’s anything that could be said to ease his devastation, but melts into you even more so when you tell him,

“Atsumu, I thought you already knew that nothing can change the way I look at you.”

[tarohugs]

how you find out they cheated (nct dream)

►ot7 x reader

► light angst, toxic dreamies, some tears shed

►a/n this def isn't my best work and i will prob update in the future if i feel the need. please enjoy and lmk if you did! also requests are open~~

MARK -  dispatch

You were aware dispatch was known for being full of shit but something in your heart told you this didn’t fall into that category. With Mark being a famous idol, it was common for his face to appear on your feed. Typically it was just fans acknowledging their admiration and support for him - however, this was different. 

“Mark Lee spotted with female idol at restaurant.” 

You had to admit, he fooled you. When you read the title you didn’t know how to comprehend it. How should you even approach him?

You debated on whether to confront him but given how furious you were, it was best to do so at another time. There was still the possibility that your lover, now ex-lover, was being defamed by the media. Mark had always told you not to believe the outlet and come straight to him. You knew he would be mad if you got pent up over the post so easily. 

Something in your mind hoped that the news was false and would fade away like any fake drama. But when you heard the *ding*  of your phone, you knew something was off.

spiderboy <3: y/n

spiderboy <3: i fucked up

When you read the text, your world crashed and burned. The boy you once spent every lingering moment with was now no one to you. Every morning he greeted you graciously with his gorgeous face and hoarse voice. Now it was all for another girl. 

RENJUN - he tells you

Throughout all the years you had been with Renjun, you two had gained mutual trust and learned to be as clear as water with each other. The bond you shared went far beyond any other relationship you had ever been in. You had learned to be honest with each other and voice all your concerns. 

Loving Renjun was easy and mindless. You were never worried about him staying out late at night, hiding his phone, or knowing who he was hanging out with, because you trusted him. The trust between you two couldn’t be reciprocated between any other person.

You knew Renjun, so when he began shielding himself from you, you immediately addressed your worry for the boy. “Renjunie,” you asked late at night by his side, “is there something going on?”

He stared at you, sitting with his back against the headboard. His eyes began to water as your question settled in. “W-well, you know I’ve always been honest with you, but there’s something I’ve yet to tell you.”

Knowing Renjun’s past with anxiety, you immediately assumed it must have been connected. “Oh, my love, you don’t have to feel bad for not being upfront about your emotions.”

“No Y/N, it’s not that,” he looked away from you, the eye contact making him nervous.

You began to get worried, “then what could it be?”

He couldn’t even look at you when he admitted, guilt clouding his mind. “I cheated.”

JENO - at a party

Jeno wasn’t a party person so seeing him at your monthly college outing shocked you. You were ready to greet him and question why he was here. You were certain he was here to surprise you but when you saw his arms wrapped around another girl's waist, you began to think otherwise.

In an eager fit to disrupt his cheating session, you approached him without caution. “Jeno?” you questioned. Tears slowly began to drip down your face as reality dawned on you. 

He snapped his head in your direction with an annoyed look on his face, quickly removing himself from the unknown girl, nudging her to go away.  “Baby, what are you doing here?”

“I go here,” you replied bluntly, the pet name only adding to your frustration.

“You know I told you to tell me when you go out. If I didn’t know any better I would think you're starting to lose your trust in me.”

You couldn’t even begin to process what Jeno said. Was he really doing this right now? Words didn’t even leave your mouth to express your anger. The once sweet boy you knew now meant nothing to you. Did he not even care to address the elephant in the room? 

Without even trying to confront him for his behavior you are left with nothing to say. He didn’t even make an attempt to run after you. Years spent with the boy now turned to ashes as he threw away what you once had. When you confronted him when you were more sober, he still made no effort to amend your relationship. Jeno was now just a stranger.

HAECHAN - text messages

Something about Haechan had been off recently. He was your loving and carefree boyfriend, always making sure to inform you of his day and every thought he had of you. The once sweet gesture slowly began to diminish day by day. You couldn’t think of any reason for his behavior so you resorted to the extreme. 

You both shared your passwords knowing you had “nothing to hide.” How far that was from the truth. Although you had open access to his phone, you were reluctant to look through it. You weren’t scared of what he may have thought of your actions but it was more so the dread that you feared.

Even though you knew what you may find would ruin your relationship, you had to do it. Luckily for you, you didn’t even have to try very hard. Haechan had just gone to the bathroom, leaving his phone next to you on the bed. No more than a few seconds after he had gotten up, you had noticed a notification appearing on his phone from “her.” 

her: she home tn?

her: we haven’t hung out in sooooo long :(

You wanted to believe your eyes deceived you but when you unlocked his phone, your suspicions were confirmed. Months worth of text messages had gone back and forth between Haechan and the mysterious girl. When you heard the door of the bathroom unlock and his footsteps begin to inch closer, you didn’t move, you were defeated. 

“Baby, what’s got you distracted?” he asked, assuming you were playing a game on his phone.

Words didn’t leave your mouth, but your tears explained everything to him as he saw the screen of his unlocked device.

JAEMIN - finding her clothes

You and Jaemin had just moved in together, marking the beginning of a new step in your relationship. After completing another year of college, you decided it was about time to move out of your run-down dorm. You had expressed your need for a change in scenery to Jaemin to which he graciously offered you his place to stay.

You had spent quite a lot of time at his place as your dorm was compact and your roommate never seemed to leave. His apartment was already home to you and the move felt natural.

He had never made an effort to confine his house to you, but when you moved in he began to be more controlling of his belongings. Although this should have struck a nerve, his actions seemed to be out of kind-heartedness as his main reasons were “I don’t need you cleaning my messes, I can handle it myself.”

Although Jaemin had strictly told you not to do so, you decided to do his laundry while he was at practice. With him being so kind to offer you somewhere to stay, you wanted to repay him. You weren’t worried he would get mad at you since the gesture was more of a “thank you.”

What you didn’t know is that the underwear of his mistress would be sitting in his hamper. “What the fuck, this isn’t mine,” you screamed as you came across the hosiery. And like clockwork, Jaemin arrived just as you discovered his darkest secret.

“Baby, what are you doing? You know I told you not to touch my stuff.”

Anger began to cloud your vision, months of love falling to an end over the boys impure needs. You didn’t even reply to him, immediately making way to pack your things. With no thought in mind where to stay, you knew you needed to leave. “Don’t bother trying to find me Jaemin, we’re nothing.”

CHENLE - mutual friends

You had met Chenle during one of your weekly hangouts with your friends. He was one of the most gorgeous men you had ever seen and he, without a doubt, felt the same way about you. Your friends had acknowledged the chemistry you two shared and continued to tease you for endless nights until you finally confessed.

Now, 3 months later, you're in a happy relationship with him and couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. He never failed to treat you and cherish your love for him. You had become the mom and dad duo of the friend group and would constantly be nagged about your absurd amount of affection for each other. 

Knowing everyone approved of him brought happiness to your heart. After being cheated on in your last relationship, your friends warned you they had sensed it from the beginning. Chenle was different and they knew that too, but one night their whole demeanor on him changed.

“Heyyyyy,” you greeted your friends at the cafe they instructed you to meet at, immediately noticing Chenle was nowhere in sight.

“Y/n, we have some news,” your best friend, Yuna, said with a tinge of stress in her voice. She gestured for you to sit in the chair next to her, warning you this was going to be a tough conversation.

For the years you had known Yuna, she was never the one to have such deep conversations. You two were constantly joking and never failing to make the other laugh. The last time you had such an intense interaction was when you had found out your ex had cheated on you…

You began to piece the situation together.  Eric, the boy who sat next to you, began to show you a conversation between him and Chenle about his infidelity. “It can’t be true,” tears began to form. Your friends didn’t want to argue with you, instead offering you the solace of silence. 

JISUNG - during a live

🔴박지성 started their LIVE: jakdfef

“Weird,” you thought to yourself, immediately clicking on the notification. Jisung had told you he was going out tonight to practice for Dream’s upcoming performance. It was weird, you had to admit, that he would be out so late at night, but you knew idol life was full of surprises. However, there was no reason for him to livestream at such an ungodly hour. 

When you clicked on the live, the screen was filled with black. Tons of comments were filling the screen, questioning what he was doing so late at night. Jisung made no effort to try and fix the technological issues as you heard his voice in the background. 

After a couple of seconds of the live, you began to hear a woman’s voice in the background. Jisung had never mentioned having a female manager let alone any staff member. Questions continued dropping in the comments as fans were beginning to believe Jisung had accidentally started the live. 

You happened to catch one of the comments being Haechan’s, “ahh poor jisungie started a live on accident.” The live didn’t go on for longer than 3 minutes before Jisung had realized his mistake.

But wait, if Haechan wasn’t with Jisung, where was he? You put together all the clues, Jisung was with a girl. A girl that he didn’t care to mention to you and lied to you about seeing. Park Jisung had cheated.

[scriptfree]

Alright finally! I have these pages out!

I've been excited to post these pages for a long time and hope you all like them! Man! Working on a comic is hard and I spent so long trying to be satisfied with how consistent the style and rendering is but it's finally in a place where I feel it's alright.

I hope you enjoy and I have a few more rough chapters coming out. The chapters come as I have time and I will be moving within the month so I wanted to put this out there before I have no time to even pick up a pencil.

Please give me feedback, I would appreciate it.

And I also need some extra support for commissions so I would appreciate some help spreading the word around! I still have the reduced prices and am willing to negotiate prices depending on the project.

Anyways, it's 3am here so I should sleep. Have a good night/morning wherever you are!

Edit:

I just really liked this other version of page 6 so I'll put it down here below the bar. I had a serious debate whether or not I should use this one but decided against it since the other one showed more detail. But this one somehow makes the villain look more epic or powerful. I dunno.

[nanpecan]

₊✩‧₊˚once more to see you˚₊✩‧₊ pt 5

{nanami x f!reader}

pt 1.  pt 2. pt 3. pt 4.

˚₊✩‧₊summary: You’re a manager at Jujutsu Kaisen and you’ve now had two three extremely intimate encounters with grade 1 sorcerer Nanami Kento. He's confessed his feelings for you, you've spent the night at his place so now its back to work, but not without a quick rendezvous in his office...

˚₊✩‧₊tags: nanami x fem!reader, explicit smut towards the end (mdni), food play...let them eat cake !!

˚₊✩‧₊word count: 7.3k

˚₊✩‧₊author’s note: i really debated only posting the smutty part of this as a one shot but ultimately decided to post the whole thing for the two people that are interested in the story eheh.

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As you opened your eyes the next morning you became aware of just how warm and cozy you felt. You felt safe. Nanami’s chest was pressed against your back, your legs intertwined, and his hand rested on your arm, rubbing soft circles into your skin with his thumb. You turned back to look at him and smiled. You shut your eyes and let out a big groan, you didn’t want to get up. He smiled back and placed a soft kiss on your temple. He shifted and sat up in bed. You turned to watch him stretch. His arms reached far above his head as he moved from one side to the other. You moved a hand his way to poke his lower back. He looked back at you and smiled. 

As the two of you got ready for the day, you were silent. You moved in sync with one another. You brushed your teeth side by side, using the toothbrush he had provided you the night before. He had even gone so far as to wash your clothes for you. You lay your clothes out next to his on the bed and you both watched each other get dressed. You smiled as you reached over to help him button up his shirt, and he returned the favor. 

It was as if you had always done this, like this was just another morning in a long line of mornings and you had never known anything else. As you finished dressing, you looked back over to him. He was adjusting his sleeves and all that was left was his tie. You approached him and Nanami turned to face you with his flashily patterned tie in his hands. He looked at you expectantly, and you obliged, grabbing the silky fabric and letting your fingers brush against his hand. You bounced on your tiptoes and popped Nanami's collar, slipping the tie around his neck. You grabbed the end of the fabric in each of your hands and pulled him closer, bringing his face to your own. 

You smiled as you shook your head. “I wish I could help, but I actually don’t know how to tie a tie.” You frowned and sighed dramatically, “I know, it's grounds to send me packing, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I’m only human after all.” 

“I knew you were too good to be true,” he said, raising his head and peering down at you. You felt color rush to your face. What should have been an intimidating expression was now making your heart flutter. “I’ll learn,” you said, pulling him even closer. “And I’ll be so good you won’t ever want anybody else to tie your ties for you. I’ll be the best.” He lowered his face closer to you, now inches apart. “It’ll always have to be me.” 

He hummed in agreement as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you close. “Will you be coming back here after work?” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I should go home, I haven’t been there for two nights now. What will the neighbors think?” 

He chuckled. “Would it be too forward to ask if I could...come over?”

You smiled and felt your cheeks burn. “I-”

“You don’t have to say yes, I just thought I’d ask.”

“Usually I would say yes, I’m just…I mean I didn’t leave it in the cleanest state. If you think your place is messy, mine is…I mean it’s not horrible, it's just-” 

“I’ll leave it for another time then,” he said smiling, amused at how flustered you were. 

“Yes. Eventually. Maybe…tomorrow?” Was that too soon? 

He nodded. “I’ll drop you off tonight and pick you up tomorrow morning.”

“Breakfast at mine then?” you offered. Nanami nodded and you smiled back, “Sounds like a date.” 

“Finally,” he grumbled as he pulled you into a soft kiss. 

Nanami drove you both to Jujutsu High. Neither of you looked forward to being apart again, you wanted to savor the tenderness of this morning. As he parked the car and stepped out to get the door for you, you looked down at your hands. You looked them over. The crease, the lines, the imprints were all the same. Despite everything you were still yourself, but everything felt so different now. You were discovering a whole other side of yourself, and it hadn’t even been a whole four days. 

Nanami opened the door and offered you a hand as you stepped out. You both lingered outside of the car before silently walking towards the school entrance, exchanging glances and longing to be back in each other's arms. You both began to speak at the same time. 

“Sorry, go ahead,” you said. 

“Ah, I was just going to say, I don’t have any off campus duties today, so I’ll be in my office doing paperwork,” he said.

“I need to write my report about yesterday. Which reminds me, I have to stop by the infirmary again to ask Shoko some questions...” You thought about what else was on your plate. “Then I’ll be grading some of the student assignments and I’m also assigned for tutoring duty in the afternoon,” you sighed. “At least that’s what I think I’ll be doing. Something always seems to come up.” He stared silently. “I…I should be off by five, so maybe…I’ll come find you if you’re still in your office.” 

He seemed satisfied with this addition. “I’ll be waiting,” the smirk on his face was devilish.

You blushed, OH.

As you walked in opposite directions, you were sure your face must have been red. 

-

“I need to mention using RCT, but I’m not sure what the best way to word it would be... Without giving away how I did it I mean,” you said to Shoko, who was shuffling around the lab. 

“Healing yourself and healing others are two very different things. Most high level sorcerers eventually develop the ability to heal themselves. Minor injuries mostly, just enough to get by until real help can arrive. For you to potentially be assigned so I can train you, you have to show that you go beyond that. You healed those two museum workers, but didn’t heal yourself completely.” 

“I didn’t heal them so much as just cap off the bleeding,” you muttered.

“There you go, you could describe that. If they ask I’ll confer that you were able to heal yourself and that I’m confident you would be able to heal others.” She finally turned around and looked right at you. “Why did you do that by the way? Heal them but not yourself?” 

You thought about it. “When it came down to healing them, the answer to me was pretty clear. I needed to scab over their flesh to tank the bleeding. So when I turned the CE into my own, I used the output to concentrate on hardening the blood and healing the open flesh. I didn’t try to go any deeper. When I healed myself it wasn’t  really intentional, it was because there was an excess of CE flowing into me from the curse. I tried to get rid of it by transferring it to the katana that was logged in the curse’s mouth. It ended up fixing the sword somehow and that’s how I was able to kill the curse.” she nodded. “I only stopped myself from healing because I don’t understand where organs go, or how the blood flows, so I was afraid of messing something inside up.” 

“What?” Shoko looked confused. 

“What?” 

“What did you mean you were afraid of messing up your insides?” 

You were confused now. “When I go to heal, I visualize what I’m healing. Otherwise I feel like I’m shaping something into a completely useless item. I feel like I need medical knowledge before I’ll be able to heal large internal injuries.” 

Shoko still stared at you puzzled. “How do you think RCT works?” 

“You turn CE into blood and rush the healing process.” 

“Very good, however, I don’t think there is a real need to visualize what needs to be done. If you were to ask Gojo how he does it he’d probably say he does it on instinct. What feels right.” She looked at you seriously. “I only consider the range of the area I'm healing, I don’t focus on the tissue or how it needs to heal specifically.” 

“Oh.” You furrowed your brows. “I…I feel like I have to think about it. Otherwise it doesn’t turn out the way I like. My lip for example,” Your fingers went up to touch the scar. “I held it together and imagined the flesh coming together. It worked, I mean my skin fused but it didn’t heal anymore because I didn’t know what to do next.” 

Shoko blinked and you saw a burning look of curiosity wash over her now. It made you nervous. “What time are you off of work today?” 

“Ah, I need to leave by 5.” 

“Oh? Plans with Nanami?” She said cheekily. 

You blushed. “Y-yes. I think we’re grabbing dinner. I’m not sure yet.” 

“I see,” Shoko was staring at you intensely. 

Both of your phones dinged and you were relieved at the break in eye contact. She tsked as she read the message. “Your date might have to wait. Yaga just called for a meeting at 5.” 

Shoko asked you to come back tomorrow morning before the work day started. Something about “wanting to see you in action”. You weren’t sure what she meant, but it made you feel a bit uneasy. 

The day dragged on and you felt yourself checking your watch every thirty minutes. You hammered away at the copious amounts of paperwork flooding your desk. Grading papers, turning in permits for projects, following up on leads about curses and the like. When it came time for tutoring you weren’t surprised when no one showed up. You could imagine the students had other things on their minds than the novel they had been assigned to read. You just went back to your paperwork. With everything going on, the news of Gojo returning with the Okkotsu kid barely registered in your brain. 

A couple of hours later you found yourself sitting at a table in the managers’ break room, reading over writing assignments from the second years. You cringed as you read Hakari’s history report. You had so many questions…mainly why it was only four sentences long and why he had decided to use informal slang. 

“You look like you’re reading something unpleasant.” You looked up and saw Nanami standing at the doorway. 

You smiled at him dropping the paper down on the table in front of you. “Hakari is a great fighter, one of the most talented students I think I’ve ever seen. However, his writing skills are crap. I feel sorry for whoever has to read his reports in the future.” 

Nanami smiled a little. “Have you had lunch?” 

You looked at the clock, it was 2. “I haven’t, actually.” 

“Eat with me.” 

You smiled and nodded. “Okay.” 

He pulled out two sandwiches from the cafe, the ones you hadn’t gotten to try. You smiled. “How did you-”

“I have my ways.” He sat down next to you as you moved the paperwork away. “I seem to recall you complaining about not being able to enjoy them. This is my way of apologizing.” He let you pick a sandwich and took the other. You ate silently, just enjoying each other's presence. 

“Any crazy missions pop up?” You asked. 

He shook his head. “They’re not prioritizing outings right now. All the sorcerers were asked to stay on campus while the Okkotsu boy was brought here. I imagine we’ll learn more about the situation at the meeting.” 

“Oh, that’s right.” You tilted your head in curiosity. “Have you seen him? The boy I mean.” 

“I have not. Gojo immediately placed him in the talisman room while the elders discuss what to do with him.” 

“What do you think is going to happen?” 

He was quiet for a bit, thinking. “If I’m being honest…they will likely call for his execution.” 

Your stomach dropped. “I see.” 

He was silent. “...Does that bother you?” 

You frowned, “A little yes,” you looked down at your sandwich. “People are dead because of him, however I feel like there has to be more to the story.” You looked up at Nanami. “Someone that powerful doesn’t just pop up out of nowhere, he’s most likely lived like this for a while and has finally reached a breaking point. He’s just a kid, he doesn’t need to be punished, he needs help.” 

“You sound like Gojo.” You made a face at his statement. “Why do you do that whenever I mention Gojo? Most people adore him,” he asked.

“I have a lot of admiration for him, but I don’t get along with the cocky type.” Nanami smiled. “Do you think… he’ll stop the Okkotsu boy’s execution, if they vote for it?” 

He didn’t answer. “Wouldn’t you be hesitant to work around a child capable of that much violence?”

You considered it for a second. “Honestly, I don’t know. I like to think everyone deserves a second chance, but then again, I could meet him and not like him at all, in which case I’ll probably regret sticking up for him,” you said laughing a bit. “But until then, I’ll see the best in him.” Nanami stared at you. “What? Was that a stupid answer?” 

“You’re a good person.” 

You blushed and shook your head, “I think I’m just naive.”

“No. You’ve got a good heart. I hope you stay that way.” You looked at him curiously. 

You suddenly noticed Ijichi coming into the break room. He looked at Nanami confused for a second and then at the sandwiches you were eating. He looked at Nanami again, nervously, and opened his mouth to say something when he was interrupted by a familiar voice. 

“Nanami~” Satoru came into view of the door frame, singing Nanami’s name as he pat Ijichi’s back. “I’ve been looking for you.” Nanami stiffened and he looked up at Gojo, clearly annoyed. 

You bowed your head politely in acknowledgment but didn’t say anything. Gojo inhaled sharply and frowned dramatically. “No sandwich for me? Not even a sweet treat? I see you have a dessert in that bag, you wouldn’t hide that from me right?” 

“What do you want?” Nanami said, ignoring him. 

“Ugh, I’m exhausted, I don’t even remember. Maybe something sweet will stimulate my mind and I’ll be able to tell you.” Gojo taunted with a smug smile.

Nanami’s jaw clenched. You smiled a little at seeing his reaction. “You should go look for something sweet then, do you need to borrow some coins? Was that what you were going to ask me?” 

Gojo frowned. “What are you doing in here anyway? Tired of Ijichi? Trying to butter up another manager to do your bidding?” Gojo walked over and pulled out a chair from the table, flipping it and sitting with his chest to the back of the chair. “Nanamiii, lack of sugar is bad for my brain, you know how I am. Besides,” he turned his head towards you, “it’s not like you particularly like sweets; unless you got it for a special someone?” You felt your cheeks get hot. Gojo smirked, turning back to Nanami looking for a reaction. You glanced at him and he was deadpanned, staring at Gojo. 

You laughed and broke the silence. “Let’s just split it up. Ijichi, sit and have some too.”

“I don’t share.” Gojo said, scrunching his nose. 

“I don’t either, but I’d hate for you not to feel special to Nanami too.” You said back. 

You looked at Nanami and smiled at him. He seemed to relax a little. Gojo frowned again. “I don’t share.” He mumbled again. 

“The cake isn’t for you. We’re not sharing anything. What did you want?” Nanami said firmly.

“You’re no fun.” Gojo whined. 

Nanami turned to you and handed you the bag with the dessert. “Please enjoy this. Thank you for keeping me company during lunch.” He got up and walked out beckoning Gojo to follow. 

“Wow you’re so cool.” Gojo said to Nanami, teasing him on his way out. 

You stared at him as he walked out, smiling like a fool. 

“May I ask you about what just happened?” You jumped, not having realized Ijichi was still there. 

“About what?” You said trying to play it off. 

“Are you and Nanami…” 

“Ah, no- well yes. I mean we’re not really…I mean…not yet anyways, not officially. We just- it’s…it’s complicated.” You knew you were probably red. 

Ijichi was silent and you looked at him waiting for him to say something. He just smiled. “I see.” 

“I don’t know why I’m so flustered.” You laughed awkwardly. “Don’t spread this anywhere. It’s still sort of new.” 

“Okay.” Ijichi nodded. 

You were both silent for a bit. “What do you think about it?” 

Ijichi furrowed his brow. “You want to know what I think?” 

“I do.” 

“Hmmm…” he leaned back slightly. “I don’t really think anything of it. I was a bit surprised at first, but it’s only natural he would eventually talk to you.” He shut his lips to stop himself from saying anything else. 

You looked at him. “What do you mean by that?” 

“Nothing.” He said a little too quickly. 

“Ijichi…” you knew if you pressed him he would tell. Usually you felt bad about how easily he was pushed into revealing information but today it was to your advantage. “What do you know? What did you mean by eventually? Did he talk about me before this week? I didn’t think he knew I even existed.” 

“Ah, it’s not really for me to tell.” He was starting to sweat. You stared at him. What did he know? Had Nanami liked you back all this time? Since when? Ijichi stared back with resolve. You narrowed your eyes at him and leaned back in your chair. 

“Don’t worry I won’t make you tell me what you know. I’ll get it out of him.” You smiled confidently. You wanted to hear the whole story from Nanami himself. Ijichi relaxed.“Do you think others will be shocked? By us I mean, by me and him, him and I?” 

“I don’t see why they would be,” he answered.

You frowned. “That’s no fun.” You were sort of disappointed. “Wait, but why? Because everyone else saw it coming or what?” 

“No. Like I said, those that know Nanami could have seen it coming, but,” you made a note on that, “you’re two adults. I don’t think it violates any rules.” He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead quickly. “Besides, I think you two are more alike than you think.” He turned to you. “And I won’t elaborate.”

The rest of the day felt painfully slow after your lunch. You finished the rest of your tasks around 4pm and decided to head towards the library. The meeting wasn’t for another hour and there were a couple of books you wanted to look over before speaking with Shoko again. There was so much about RCT you didn’t know. You wondered if you could find something that could explain what had happened at the museum. If it truly was taboo, there had to be accounts of a similar situation somewhere, right? 

You inhaled deeply as you entered the library. The smell of the old books had always brought you comfort. A lot of your time had been spent here while you were a student. Your first month at the school had been rough to say the least. Yaga recommended you read up on some history and basics to try to catch up with the rest of the students. You did end up learning a lot, but what was book smarts to raw strength? You still got your ass kicked for the next two years. 

What little you could find ultimately left you more confused. You found information about cursed spirit manipulation, object manipulation that could feed on the cursed energy of its opponents, but nothing related to reverse curse technique. You looked up at the clock and saw you had about 20 minutes before the meeting. 

You began to pick up the books around you to put them back in their designated spots. You put away a couple of other books that were strewn about the tables too.You quickly moved around the library placing the items back on their corresponding shelf. The last book was a bit higher up than you were used to. Who had been reading about clan family histories? You reached up to put the last book away. 

“Let me help you with that.” You turned and smiled at Nanami. He took the book from your hand and easily placed it on the top shelf. 

“Thank you.” You said. “Do you want to head to the meeting?”

He looked at you but didn’t say a word. He took a step closer to you and you immediately blushed. “We have some time.” You felt your face get hot, and your hands went up to cover your face. 

“I’m not sure I healed the succubus’ wound all the way, you’re very…” you tried to find the right words. 

“Very what?” He said as he stepped closer, grabbing your wrists to gently move them away from your face. He smiled as you looked up at him. 

You laughed and shook your head. You pulled your wrists out of his hands and put them on his shoulders to pull him closer. You wrapped them around his neck as he lowered his face and kissed you. He was so gentle, you felt yourself melt into him as he put a hand on your spine to pull you closer. He pulled back and smiled. You moved your arms under his and pulled him in for a hug, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You buried your face into his chest and hummed happily. Embarrassment suddenly flooded over you and you pulled yourself back away from him. 

“Sorry,” you muttered. 

“Don’t apologize,” he said. 

You looked up at him and felt yourself blush again. “I don’t know what it is about you… but you make me feel so safe,” you said. He smiled. “Kissing is nice and all, but,” you shrugged, “I like when you hold me.” You felt embarrassment from head to toe. You couldn’t believe you were actually saying this to him. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He stepped closer to you again and pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “We should go.” 

“Right.” You quickly pulled yourself together, but immediately fell apart the second you looked up at him. “I can’t look you in the eyes, I’m too embarrassed.” 

“Don’t be.” He began to walk next to you out of the library. “I’d like to hear more of what you like.” He smirked as he saw your flustered face. “Would you like to come back to my office after the meeting?” 

“What for?” you asked innocently. The tips of his ears turned red and you swallowed hard. “Ah, I really should have Shoko look at the area on your neck where that curse got you. I’m really not convinced her spell wore off, but I’ll help you if you need me again I guess,” you teased. 

He laughed and shook his head. “I think you’re the one who has me under her spell.” he stopped walking and you turned to look back at him. “I can’t get enough of you.”  

Your hands shot up to your face to cover your burning cheeks. You turned and started walking again. “Let’s change the subject. I’m going to be beet red at the meeting.” You heard him let out a breath of laughter. He caught up to you walking by your side again. “What did Gojo want?” You felt Nanami stiffen at the mention of his name. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” 

“No, it’s fine.” He said as he held the library door open for you. “It was about the Okkotsu boy.” 

“Oh?” 

“You were right, he was sentenced to death, but Gojo is trying to convince them otherwise.”

“What does that have to do with you?” 

“He’s asked Ijichi and I to look into the boy’s past.” You were still confused. “He thinks there might be more to him than meets the eye.” 

“Sorry I took him away from you like that.” Gojo appeared out of nowhere as you two approached the meeting room. 

“Gojo…” Nanami said low, in a warning tone. 

“What? I’m apologizing for lunch.” He turned to you. “He chewed me out for that, he’s so cold,” Gojo pouted, exaggeratedly. 

“It’s alright,” you said. “I heard you’re going to try to save the Okkotsu boy.” 

“What, ya against it?” Gojo asked. 

“No, I think it’s a good thing.” 

“She’s the only reason I agreed to help you out,” Nanami said flatly. “If she changes her mind, so will I.” 

“Quite an influence she has on you.” Gojo said, he elbowed you playfully. “What did you do to him, huh?” 

“I don’t really know,” you answered honestly. You looked at Nanami and smiled. “I’m growing more and more suspicious.” 

Nanami smirked and opened the door to the meeting room for you. 

“Thank you~” Gojo said, walking in first. 

You spotted Araki and went over to sit next to her. Nanami followed and sat next to you. He bowed his head politely to Akari as he sat. She nodded in return. They would get along just fine. 

The doors opened and Yaga walked in. The room went silent as he made his way to the front. “Thank you for making time to be here, I’ll make this very brief.” He looked hard at Gojo who was leaning back in his chair in the front row. “The Okkotsu boy has been captured and brought here, as I’m sure you’re all aware.” He took a deep breath and sighed. “The council has generously allowed the boy to live.” The air turned tense. You looked around and saw many of the sorcerers frowning. Gojo had a huge, self-satisfied smile on his face. “He will be starting as a student in April. Gojo will be in charge of him along with the rest of the first years. You are all to treat him as a student.” He said firmly. “If there are any questions or concerns please come speak to me directly.” 

“This is bullshit.” One of the sorcerers said. 

“As I said, if you have concerns, relay them to me. Now is not the time, this is not an open ended discussion.” Yaga said. 

“He killed a sorcerer, how will we treat him like a regular student!” 

“Do you want to take him on next?” Gojo said nonchalantly. He didn’t even turn back to look at whoever had spoken. The room went silent again. “If you have concerns you can go to Yaga, but I would prefer it if you came to me. I am taking direct responsibility for the boy after all. Anyone unhappy with my choice can say it to my face.” He stood up and turned back to look at everyone. “Or feel free to take it up with the boy himself, unfortunately I think you’ll find your fate similar to the last sorcerer who challenged him.” 

You clenched your jaw. You understood his point but you thought he might have been taking it too far. 

“Be strong or shut up. Understood?” Gojo said. Yaga was tense. 

“That was all I had to say for the meeting. Stick around if you would like to speak with me.” Yaga began to shuffle his papers as he dismissed everyone.  

“That was a little intense,” you watched as the sorcerers began to talk amongst themselves, frowns on their faces.

“I’ll say.” Akari turned to you. “What do you think about all this?” 

“I’m for it.” You said. She furrowed her brows. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” You said. She looked like she was thinking deeply. “What?” 

“I don’t know what to make of it, but I trust Gojo knows what he’s doing.” She sighed. “If I lose faith in him I’d lose faith in Jujutsu society altogether.” 

That’s right Akari would rather die than admit it but she liked Gojo. Him and Ijichi had helped secure her younger brother a spot at the Kyoto school after he graduated middle school. 

Akari looked down at her phone and sighed. “It looks like I’m going to be at work until 9 today, but text me when you get home. You have a lot to catch me up on,” she said looking at Nanami. 

“Yes, ma’am.” You said. You all headed out to the hallway and Akari took off first. You looked back at Nanami and tilted your head. “So….your office?” Nanami smiled and nodded. 

“Afterwards would you like din-”

“Nanami, can we speak to you for a moment.” You saw him grimace before he turned around. You looked to see who was calling him and saw that it was one of the sorcerers that had looked discontent with the announcement. He had a group with him, equally upset.

“He’s friends with Gojo, he's not going to help.” You overheard one of them whisper. 

“What would you like to discuss?” Nanami questioned. 

   “I have a feeling you know.” The sorcerers said sternly. You couldn’t remember his name, he was a bit new. 

   Nanami furrowed his brows together and turned to you. “Go ahead to my office, I’ll meet you there. You know the way, correct?” he asked. You nodded. “Good.”  

  He turned and started walking towards the other sorcerers. You started walking again, you could feel your heart beating wildly. In his office? Was this a fantasy of his? You smiled a little, whatever it was, you were happy to indulge. 

You stopped by the manager's break room on your way there and picked up the dessert he had gotten for you. You hadn’t eaten it during lunch, maybe you two could share it later. You stepped into the office.

Shutting the door behind you, you looked around. It smelled nice, like wood and books. Everything was pristinely organized on the bookshelves. You looked over at his desk and smiled. Sitting down, you looked at the chair behind the desk and imagined him there. How intimidating, you thought. No wonder Ijichi was always so nervous around him. 

You unpacked the dessert and placed it on the desk. It was a single slice of cake, decorated with an intricate lace pattern of pink and white frosting. You frowned as you realized you hadn’t grabbed forks. You checked the bag. None. Damn. 

You got up to see if maybe he had some in his desk drawers. You hesitated to open them. It felt wrong to snoop. You shrugged, you were just looking for silverware. It's not like he had anything to hide…You opened a couple of drawers and found various stationary supplies-papers, pens, stamps. You opened one of the upper drawers and saw a picture. Another picture of him as a teenager with the brown haired boy, Haibara, throwing up a peace sign. Nanami had a birthday hat on and looked miserable. You smiled. 

Something about Haibara was so familiar to you. You racked your brain trying to remember where you had seen him before. There was just something about his eyes- round, soft, kind. 

Suddenly the door opened and you quickly shut the drawer. You turned red as Nanami gave you a curious glance. “Sorry I was just looking for forks. Not that it would make sense for you to have them in here…now that I think about it…” 

“Forks? For…?” He questioned. You looked down at the cake on the desk. “Ah, I see.” He closed the door behind him and you heard the click of the lock. You swallowed nervously. “I guess I should ask you what you would like to do next.” He looked up at you. “We could go to dinner…or we could stay here for a while…enjoying each other's company.” 

You felt your cheeks grow warm. You looked down at the cake. “Le-Let’s stay and enjoy ourselves first.” Your eyes flicked back up to him. “It would be a shame to let the cake go to waste.” He nodded and began walking over to the desk, coming around it to sit at the chair. 

You stood still for a second considering where to move to. You looked at the chair across from you and then back at him. He moved his leg to touch yours and cocked his head. You took the hint and sat on his lap. 

You wiggled your way back until your spine was pressed into his chest. You reached over for the cake, shifting your weight and making sure you pushed your ass into his crotch. His hands went to your hips and he pressed his fingers into your skin as you brought the cake up. “This is why I was looking for a fork,” you said, holding up the cake to your faces. “I’m gonna end up sticky,” you said, pouting your lip. You looked around again. “I don’t suppose you have any napkins in here either?” You reached into your pocket for your handkerchief. 

He moved his hand off of your hip and caught your wrist. “I can think of another way to clean you up. Don’t worry.” He pulled you back against him, his chin resting on the space between your neck and shoulder. “Go ahead,” he said. 

You leaned your head against his as you pinched a piece of the cake between your fingers and placed it in your mouth. You smiled as he suddenly pulled your wrist back towards him and began licking the frosting clean from your fingers. You felt a fire ignite in your stomach. He released your hand and you went to grab another bite of cake. You swiped the frosting in your fingers, and instead of putting the sugar to your mouth you craned your neck to the side and smeared it on your skin. Nanami latched onto your neck instantly, licking at the sweet frosting and sucking slightly. You pushed yourself down on him, rocking your hips back. You quickly swiped some more cake on your neck for him to keep going. 

He reached over and fed you some more and you wrapped your lips around his fingers. You grabbed hold of his wrist and kept his hand there, sucking on his digits, swirling your tongue around them. He shifted underneath you trying to accommodate the tent in his pants that had begun to push up on you. 

Using his free hand he began pulling the blazer off of your shoulders and then moved his hand forward to undo the buttons on your blouse. He placed his hand over your bra and gently caressed your breast. You moaned. You suddenly got up and sat back on the desk facing him. You finished taking off your shirt and slowly removed your bra. Nanami sat back, entranced as you reached down to take more frosting and spread it from your lips, down your neck and onto your chest. Nanami stood up and nestled himself between your legs. You smiled as he lifted your chin up to meet his gaze. He moved his lips down to kiss you. You kissed him back running your tongue over his, he smiled and tugged on your lip with his teeth. 

“You’ve made a mess,” he growled. He began kissing down under your chin, swiping the frosting off of your skin with nipping movements and licking his way down. He placed a kiss on your collarbone, stopping for a moment. You looked down at him and nodded. He smiled coyly and lightly bit your skin. You threw your head back as he continued. He reached your breast and pressed a flat tongue over your skin, licking upward a couple of times before latching onto your nipple. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed. He looked up at you, giving you a warning stare. You had to keep quiet. You laced your fingers in his hair and pushed him towards you, urging him to continue. He brought a hand up to knead your other breast. He ran his tongue around your bud and gently tugged your nipple with his teeth. You whimpered at his touch. He responded by pinching your other nipple between his fingers. You stifled a moan as he moved his other hand down to press between your legs. You rocked your hips forward into his hand. He pulled back, your nipple still between his teeth and he smiled. You laughed. You ran your fingers through his hair and sat up. He let go of your nipple and put both of his hands up to hold your breasts now. 

“Soft,” he said, squeezing them lightly. He settled the pillowy flesh in his palms and pinched your nipples between his pointer and middle fingers. You smiled as he stared, transfixed. 

“Hard,” you teased as you moved your hand down and touched his dick through his pants. He laughed. He watched silently as you scooted off of the desk and went to your knees. You quickly made work of his belt and pant buttons. You kissed at the skin along his happy trail, pulling down his boxers and immediately wrapping your hand around his erection. He hissed and put his hand in your hair. You looked up at him as you pumped him a couple of times. He furrowed his brows and placed his other hand on the desk to support himself. He was getting close. He bucked his hips into your strokes and moved his hand out of your hair in front of his cock to catch his release. You moved his hand away and placed your lips on his tip as you continued stroking. He let out a whimper as you ran your tongue around him. You took him deeper into your mouth applying pressure with your lips as you pulled back. He grunted and slumped forward. His hand now hovered behind your head, you looked up at his burning red face and you could tell he wanted to take your head and shove it forward. You hummed amused and saw him wince. 

You pulled back with a loud plop and smiled up at him. He looked down at you and almost came on the spot. Your lips were glossy, a wetness coated your chin, and a string of saliva still connected the two of you. “Finish in my mouth,” you said, placing a small kiss on his tip. “It’s my turn to taste you.” His hand moved to the back of your head and he rocked his cock against your face. You closed your eyes as he spread the saliva on his dick all over your face. You smiled. His face was focused, his eyes wide as he looked at you in front of him. He was in a state of complete concentration, trembling in anticipation. You moved his dick back towards your mouth and nodded. He began pushing himself into you. You knew there was no way you could have taken all of him, but he watched carefully as you took him as deeply as you could. 

Your eyes teared up as you tried not to gag and he pulled back. You began stroking him as you took him in again, once again applying pressure with your lips and swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. He bucked his hips forward a couple of times. His breaths were becoming more labored and he was grunting slightly. He sped up his pace and you quickened your strokes and applied more suction as you hollowed out your cheeks. He grunted deeply burying his dick in the back of your throat and you felt  warm liquid splutter forward. You swallowed around him, drinking in the liquid and he moaned in bliss. You pulled off of him and winced as he continued to come onto your face. You laughed a little and opened your mouth again to catch the rest of his release. You rolled the dense fluid around your tongue taking in the slightly salty taste. 

Both of his hands were on the desk now, and he was trying to catch his breath. He looked down at you and smiled, shaking his head. He pulled you back up on the desk. “I’ll take that handkerchief now,” you said, collecting the cum on your face with your fingers. He smirked and wrapped his mouth around your fingers. Your core pulsed. He licked up along your face collecting the rest on his tongue and you lurched forward to kiss him, sucking the fluid from his tongue and tugging at it between your teeth. He kissed a quick peck on your lips before pulling you forward and slipping your pants down your waist. He hastily removed your panties and knelt down, placing your legs on his shoulders. 

You laughed and put a finger on his forehead stopping him from moving forward. He looked up at you with desperation in his eyes. You were a bit taken aback. You moved your hand down and caressed his jaw. “Do-Don’t worry about taking your time. I want-” he moved forward immediately, licking a long stripe up your core and rolling your clit in his mouth. You arched your back and laid back on the desk. You put a hand over your mouth as he continued. You writhed beneath his touch and almost yelled out when pressed two fingers into you. He curled his fingers and you whimpered. You lunged forward and dug your fingers into his scalp tugging on the blonde’s hair. “Nanami-” you whispered. The pressure building in your core was becoming more and more intense. “Nanami, fuck-!” He looked up at you with a deadly look in his eye, and slowed the movement of his fingers. You looked down at him and whimpered, “Nanami-” he shook his head. You smiled as you understood.

You laid your head back and pushed your hips up. “Kento….” you said quietly. He started his pace again. “Kento-Kento-FUCK!” You shut your eyes as he attacked your senses. Curling his fingers and twisting as he roughly tugged at your clit in his mouth. A hand flew to your mouth again and you muffled a scream as you finally felt the spring in your stomach snap and relief wash over you. You arched your spine again, pushing his face closer to you as you rode out your high. You collapsed back on the desk, breathing deeply.

You looked up at Nanami who was standing now. He pulled out a handkerchief from his jacket and moved forward to clean your face. He grimaced. “I don’t think I thought this through.” You laughed and grabbed your handkerchief and began cleaning his face. 

He reached down and opened a drawer to your left. Forks, spoons, paper plates and napkins. You frowned playfully. “I never said I didn’t have any,” he said. 

He grabbed a couple of napkins and continued to clean you up. Helping you slip your panties and pants back on. You tucked his dick back in his boxers and zipped up his pants. You looked over at your shirt and gasped. “Oh no!” you lifted it up and saw the frosting had gotten on it. It was right on the front. You sighed and shrugged. Nanami smiled apologetically. “It’s just a bit of cake.” 

“Shall I attempt to lick it off again?” he asked snarkily. 

“Oh please, we’ll be here another hour," you laughed as you wrapped your arms around him. "Not that I would mind...."

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Ratio and ways of love

This is my little list of ways I think in which Veritas would show love and feel loved. Please enjoy, and remember requests are open! Check pinned post for available characters and rules. ^^

He really enjoys little touches from his partner and himself, whenever that’s sitting together and holding hands when reading, tracing his fingers over their body when sleeping or brushing away wet hair when caught in the rain. Though they aren’t grand displays of affection, to him they say more than any waxing of poetics could; true love, the little things.

I think to Ratio remembering is a form of love. He’ll memorise what hot drink you prefer and how you like it, your favourite colour and meal and which fabrics feel best on your skin. Knowing your partner like a favourite book you return to over and over is an unmatched form of intimacy. Indeed, he’d deeply appreciate it if his partner did the same for him. Placing his favourite cup of tea by him while he works out equations or stocking up on his beloved bath salts is worth more than a thousand words.

One way Veritas shows love is through a good discussion! He needs a lot of mental stimulation and if he had a partner to debate with that would mean the world to him, as in his eyes starting these discussions is for the best for them both. Contrary to some people’s belief, he isn’t against being corrected and challenged appropriately, and learning something new from his partner means a lot. Engage him with a good intellectual debate and you’ll have a hard time stopping him.

This comes by no surprise that Ratio loves taking baths with his significant other, rose petals floating around the water and the duck bobbing along on the surface. But actually, quality time in general is something he lives for. Being a teacher and part of the council takes up a lot of his life, and finding the time to spend with the one he loves is important to him. Taking walks, reading together, watching a documentary or even making dinner. Any time spent together is time well spent.

Knowing each other in and out and attempting to indulge in the other’s interests is something Veritas also deeply appreciates. He understands that a lot of his fascinations are extremely complex and subject specific, but if his partner at least attempted to learn about them, should they not know already, and make conversation he’d feel seen and loved. Similarly, he shows affection through educating himself on subjects related to his partner, whenever that’s their hobby, culture or favourite subject area. This directly links to his love for discussions.

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Drunk Dial Pt 2

PART ONE IS HERE

Warning: alcohol consumption, language, suggestive comments, mentions of sex

WC: 2.9k

A/N: I feel like yall are going to be mad at me for this part but angst and conflict are fun🤷‍♀️ as always if yall want a part 3 just let me know.

It had been a few weeks since your rather embarrassing evening. You had pretty much remained “no contact” with Jessie. Or at least that’s what you both claimed you were doing.

You had dropped off the clothes she had let you borrow two days after you had spent the night. You had washed them, put them into a bag and dropped the bag at her doorstep, sending her a text to let her know. What you had also done was put a bag of her favorite coffee beans along with a card into the same bag with her shirt and shorts.

You didn’t mean anything with the extra gift, it was simply a thank you, just as the card stated. Nothing more, no secret intention behind it, just a thank you for taking care of you. It was also an apology for even putting her in that position. This led to a text from Jessie thanking you for the beans and mentioning that there was no need for the extra gift. Which then led the two of you to discuss your current favorite coffee shops. You had a couple other innocent chats since but then after a few days your communication died off and you were back to silence.

It was a few weeks later when you found yourself crawling into bed after what was a nice first date with another girl you had been talking to, Haley. Thankfully, she didn’t ditch you as the other girl had and the two of you actually got dinner and drinks together. The two of you had gotten along well over text but once in person with the girl, she had been bland. It felt like the vibe the two of you shared over text had been swept away, the girl was plenty nice and sure she was pretty but in the back of your mind you kept telling yourself one thing. She wasn’t Jessie. You found yourself comparing her to Jessie, which you knew wasn’t fair to her. You had walked her home and politely declined when she offered to bring you upstairs. You weren’t one to spend the night right away, it had never been something you did, jumping into bed with a girl right away.

You adjusted the pillows before turning on the tv and flipping through channels until you landed on what you knew was happening but you had hoped to avoid. The NWSL championship game. Being played just a few minutes away from you, it had been impossible to avoid knowing it was happening. It was also impossible to avoid that the thorns were the talk of the town.

You couldn’t help but laugh, as you turned the game on being met immediately with your ex girlfriend’s face on the screen as she took a corner kick. You weren’t together anymore but suddenly the nerves of watching her play were back. You hardly watched her games anymore, you’d check the score lines usually but watching felt weird so you hardly did it. The game was nearing the final minutes, Portland leading 2-1. You watched until the final whistle blew and you watched Jessie take off at full speed toward her teammates in celebration and then you watched the screen turn black as you turned it off.

You regretted turning it on, you shouldn’t have watched. Now you sat debating if you should text her a quick congratulations. Your debate was short lived as you decided against it and instead rolled over trying to put yourself to bed.

You toss and turn for what feels like hours, unable to sleep. Letting out a sigh you roll over and grab your phone, it wouldn’t help to doom scroll, but it would cure your boredom. As if she knew you were bored and awake, you receive a text a few minutes after picking up your phone.

Jessie: Hey :)

You: Hi Jessie, congratulations by the way.

Jessie: How did you know

Jessie: Thank you :)

Jessie: What are

Jessie: u doing?

You shake your head at her texts, obvious signs she had been drinking and enjoying herself at the post game celebrations. Jessie wasn’t usually a texter anyway, when she did it usually had punctuation, she spelled everything out, she didn’t send smiley faces or emojis, she was pretty cut and dry over text. When she was drinking, she wasn’t.

You: Nothing, had a date tonight, trying to get to sleep.

It’s a minute later before you see Jessie’s face, her beautiful face and her hand holding the flower out to you on your screen as she calls you. You watch it ring for a moment before answering.

“Hello?” You say, immediately cringing at the loud sound on the other end. Voices, loud music, you imagined Jessie was out with her team celebrating.

“Hi!” Jessie shouts back at you. You can hear her giggle to herself. “Hi” she says again. “Did you watch me play?”

“Having a good time celebrating Jess?”

“Yes, but do you know what would make it better?” She pauses for half a second, not even letting you answer before she tells you. “If you were here.”

You let the line go silent for a moment, unsure of what exactly you should say to her. “Go hang out with your teammates Jess, go celebrate.”

“Please?” You hear her voice, less of a yell now, asking you politely.

“Please what?” You ask.

“Come celebrate, come meet me, I want you here.” She says in a voice you know you can’t resist.

When you walk in the bar you hear the same noises you heard in the background of your call with Jessie. You were already cursing yourself from pulling your body from the nice warm bed and instead out to the streets of Portland. You could’ve been in your sweats but instead were now in jeans and a Portland shirt, one you had bought before even knowing Jessie.

Loud music, loud conversation filled the humid air. You look around your eyes catching Sinclair across the room. She squints a look of confusion across her face before she excuses herself from her conversation and makes her way toward you.

“Hey.” Her voice resembles the confused look on her face.

“Hey Sinc.”

“I don’t mean to be rude but what are you doing here?”

“Jessie called me, begged me to come. I know she’s probably drunk, I just want to make sure she is okay. I’m not going to stay long.” You wave your hands as you explain, you knew you’d probably get questioned by a couple of people on why you were there but you didn’t care too much.

Sinc lets out a long sigh, bringing a hand to her forehead pinching her temple. “She’s been talking about you all night, I just didn’t think she’d call. I would’ve taken her phone.”

“I didn’t expect a call either.” You stick your hands in your pockets, gently rocking on to the heels of your feet before shifting to your toes. You were starting to feel uncomfortable. “I should just go. Sorry.” You turn to head back the way you had come in when you hear her voice. The voice calling, shouting your name over and over.

Turning back around you are suddenly face to face with the freckles you still adore. You watch as her eyes grow wide and she breaks into a dorky smile.

“You came?” Jessie’s face appears shocked, as if she wasn’t expecting you to be there after begging you on the phone to come meet her.

“I mean you called, you asked me to.” You shrug. You couldn’t tell her that the reason you came was because you were still truly, madly, and deeply in love with her. So you lied to her. “Plus you came to me the other week so, I owe you.” You tried to play it off as if you weren’t equally excited to have heard her beg you to come.

“Let’s dance!” She says before grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Sinc.

“Let me know if you need help.” She shouts after you as Jessie pulls you harder into the crowd of people.

You kept your distance on the dance floor at first. Only holding onto Jessie’s hand as she danced around you. Watching her make you smile seeing her so carefree. As she continued to dance she pulled you closer, her hand trailing to touch your forearm, then your shoulders. Before you knew it Jessie hand her arms looped around your neck as she swayed around, her front brushing up against yours every few moves.

“How was your date?” Jessie asks, a small smirk on her face.

“Really? You want to ask that?” You raised an eyebrow at her.

“Was she as good as me?” You watch as Jessie tried to hold back a smirk, as if she already knows that the date was bad. You roll your eyes at her overconfidence.

“Jessie.”

“I mean clearly not, you didn’t spend the night.”

“Shut up. You know I don’t do that on the first date anyway.” You gently push her shoulder, playfully before catching yourself realizing you were leaning towards being flirty, that wasn’t the reason you came here.

Jessie takes your playful contact as an invitation, pulling gently on your neck, her fingers threading slightly through your baby hairs, encouraging you to lean down to her. “How about you take me home instead?” She whispers into your ear. One of her hands finds your cheek, softly tilling your head away from her so her lips can graze your ear as she speaks.

“Jessie.” You say to her, almost as a warning.

“Please. I’m still so in love with you, and I know you still feel the same way about me, so take me home.” You pull back, your eyes wide as you listen to her confession. You can feel your heart starting to race, her words ring in your head as you stare back at her. She still loved you. The love of your life still loves you. She was still in love with you, despite saying the opposite the other day. She still loved you and somehow she knew you felt the same. You never told her you still loved her, at least that you know of.

“How did you, how do you know that?” You’re not even sure where to start with the information she just shared with you.

“You told me silly, when I picked you up at Marathon. You sat in my bathroom and told me how I ruined love for you, you told me how you don’t know how anyone will ever make you feel how I did. I feel the same, I’ve been wanting to tell you but I’ve been scared.” She has a slight slur to her speech which brings you back to reality. This wasn’t just Jessie professing her love for you, this was drunk Jessie, who wouldn’t remember this tomorrow, blabbering her feelings at you in her vulnerable state.

“Hey Jess, wait.” You push her back slightly, still trying to process the fact that you might have confessed your feelings to her weeks ago and she had just been withholding telling you.

“Take me home.” You watch as she sticks out her bottom lip, tilting her head so that she’s looking up at you, doing her best to get you to give in.

You know you shouldn’t. She was drunk, not in a clear mind. You shouldn’t give into her. You should ask one of her teammates to make sure she got home safe and you should leave. That’s what you should do. That’s the right thing to do, the angel on your shoulder.

But that’s not what you wanted to do. You wanted to take her home. You wanted to be the one to make sure she was safe, you wanted to care for her, to wash her face, make sure she brushed her teeth, you wanted to tuck her into bed, kiss her forehead and let her fall asleep. When she woke up and had sobered up, and could talk to you with a sober and clear head, you wanted to climb into bed next to her, you wanted to put your lips on hers. You wanted to make love to her, show her how much you had missed her, recommit every inch of her skin to memory. You wanted her back. You wanted her to be yours again.

“Jessie, you’re drunk.”

“But I want you, take me home baby, make me yours again.” Her voice is deep and yet soft in your ear, it causes you to shiver slightly. Hearing her call you baby again had your mind drifting back to when she’d call you that everyday, when you woke up, when you called her when she was away, when you’d pick her up to go to dinner, when she was moaning it in pleasure, back when you were her baby. Jessie lets her hand trail around the side of your neck before she begins to slide it down your chest.

“Jessie, no.” You grab her wrist, pulling it off of your body. You quickly look around, catching the eyes of Sinc. You quickly send her a pointed look, darting your eyes to Jessie. You’re grateful when she seems to get the hint and begins walking your way with Mackenzie.

“Hey Jess, let’s go over here, I’ve gotta show you something.” Sinc says, placing an arm across Jessie’s chest pulling her back from you. She doesn’t put up much of a fight in her happy go lucky state, following her fellow Canadian.

“You alright?” Mackenzie says once Jessie is out of earshot. “I didn’t know you two were back together.”

“Oh, we’re not. I don’t know what we are, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. She drunk called me, it’s a long story. It’s just, she helped me out a few weeks ago so I wanted to do the same but, uh, she was trying to get me to take her home, and not just to sleep.” You watch as Mackenzie raises her eyebrows understanding your implication.

“Not that I would do anything, she’s drunk, but I don’t want her regretting even just letting me bring her home to sleep. She’s not in the right mind to make that choice. I don’t want to put her in that situation. I don’t want her getting the wrong idea. All I want is her to feel comfortable when she wakes up. I just want her safe.” You ramble on to the goalkeeper who nods kindly at you

“We’ll take her home with us, we have a guest room, my girlfriend hasn’t been drinking.“ Mackenzie says, gesturing to the woman standing next to her. “We’ll make sure she’s safe.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Arnold smiles at you. “You’re just looking out for her. There’s no need to be sorry for that.”

“I just didn’t realize how drunk she was when she called me or how many more drinks she had since I’ve been here. I just don’t feel comfortable putting her in a weird spot with me. I think she was saying and telling me stuff she wouldn’t if she was sober. I don’t want her to be embarrassed or regret anything.”

“Don’t feel guilty about what you did, you made the right choice. Let me get your number, I’ll let you know she’s home safely.” You and Mackenzie quickly exchange phone numbers and you thank her one last time before heading for the door.

As you slumped into your car seat you let your forehead come to rest on the top of your steering wheel. You didn’t know how to feel, split between sadness, anger, and a tiny bit of longing.

You were mad Jessie didn’t tell you what you had confessed in her bathroom weeks ago. Had she done so maybe the two of you would have talked, maybe you would’ve worked things out, you wouldn’t be playing this silly game of missing her and trying to move on simultaneously, and that made you sad. You were mad at her for calling and begging you to come, mad at her for trying to get you to take her to bed. Feeling of anger was also at yourself and your own stupid decisions. You could have ignored her texts, ignored her pleas over the phone to come see her, you could have, but you didn’t.

You looked over into your passenger seat, your phone and wallet sprawled there. You grabbed your phone unlocking it and opening your messages. You saw Jessie’s name, looking at it for a second too long before you clicked just below hers.

You: Hey, I know it’s late, any chance that invite still stands?

You: You’re still on my mind.

Maybe that was a lie, maybe she wasn’t on your mind, but Jessie certainly was and you wanted something else to distract you.

Haley: Of course, give me a call when you’re outside.

You punched in the address that you had dropped her off at just a few hours ago before throwing your car in drive and heading her way.

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MAMÁ Y PAPÁ //TW\\ part two

pairing: toto wolff x bakeryowner!reader

description: coffee is a morning ritual that toto can't skip... so when a new bakery opens near the mercedes-amg HQ, he can't help, but pay a visit...

faceclaim: various pinterest girls

y/nsweets

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y/nsweets haven't posted the children in a while, now have i?

user1 so majestic!!

user2 they're adorable

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toto_wolff

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toto_wolff is this how it's done, schatzi? @.y/nsweets

y/nsweets you kinda messed it up, but who cares?

toto_wolff im sorry, wont happen next time y/nsweets there is no next time, people know now toto_wolff oops

lewishamilton he's lost, someone help him

georgerussell63 he's beyond help mate

user3 TOTO??!! CON WAS RIGHT!!??

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y/nsweets

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y/nsweets him<3

toto_wolff 💙

y/nsweets <3

user4 uhmmmm THE MESSEGES!!??

user5 MR. WOLFF??!! THE TEXTS???

user6 someone coming to jump with me? i'll pick you up

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y/nsweets

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y/nsweets i fear we're parenting too hard

user7 i see where george gets his style from

user8 him and carmen defo have them in their little moodboards

user9 ate!

user10 devoured even! user11 and left no crumbs

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toto_wolff

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toto_wolff missing the missus

user12 toto what??

user13 i bet its either george or y/n running his insta, cause sir?? user14 istg georgerussell63 lewis suggested the caption and i approved user12 what??!! this is absolute chaos

y/nsweets miss you too<3

toto_wolff 💙

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sfos_bakery

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sfos_bakery if you ask us, blueberry season has already started!

lewishamilton @.georgerussell63 @.toto_wolff she's trying to make us jealous

sfos_bakery is it working?? toto_wolff too well, they went looking for blueberry muffins they bought last night sfos_bakery did they find them?? georgerussell63 bono ate them this morning, lewis is looking for him now

user13 bono eating their muffins and lewis is now looking for him? what's he gonna do?

user14 probably send him to buy them more georgerussell63 bono brought a dozen as compensation for the 3 he ate user13 not george giving us updates

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sfos_bakery guess what, melbourn!

user15 omg, what?!

user16 she really is an icon for this user17 imagine just going somewhere and doing a pop-up, unexpected user18 i mean... its a pretty good idea, they're traveling and expanding, she gets to see the merc gang (toto) and the drivers get fresh baked goods, as well as others

user19 just passed by you guys, will stop on my way back!!

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sfos_bakery we had a blast this weekend at @.mercedesamgf1 office, celebrating the recent successes, but i think we won't be doing catering anymore

mercedesamgf1 the cookies we amazing, you should start selling them

sfos_bakery they're our normal sugar cookies... mercedesamgf1 yeah, but these have the mercedes logo on 'em sfos_bakery nuh-uh, i spent far too long on each of them to be doing it on a large scale

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y/nsweets off to summer break... sardinia, anyone?

user20 toto's shoulders will be the death of me...

user21 right like... mans is too fine...

user22 what was he thinking about in that last pic????

y/nsweets he was debating within him if we should have fish or veal for dinner user22 which was it?? y/nsweets chicken, i ended up not feeling either of the options

user23 wait if she's in sardinia... who's running the bakery

user24 a collective vacay, they all go at the same time so the bakery is sadly closed

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Day 1: Explosions / Building / Redstone

the episodes where they blew up mumbos base still live in my head rent free- this one i was debating whether or not i should even post it because i am not satisfied with it and dont really like it- but oh well. since i already spent time on it i might as well!

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[matryosika]

Extracurricular

Pairing — Hyunjin x fem!reader Wordcount — 9,281 words Includes — College AU, strangers to something. Shy and inexperienced Hyunjin. Explicit content, smut warnings under the cut. Author's note — This was... a ride. I'm used to writing super filthy smut, but I think this one is pretty soft and wholesome. I enjoyed this idea a lot, and I enjoyed writing it too. I was between Seungmin, Mark and Hyunjin for this one, but I eventually decided to go with Hyunjin because... I don't think I've read a lot about him in this kind of dynamic haha. Also to indulge myself. I hope you guys like it; if you do, please like/reblog and leave an ask or comment! Remember that I own a ko-fi, in case you want to support my work further (link in my post pinned!) Every tip is super helpful to me.

Smut warnings: Kind of perv!Hyunjin if you squint. Hyunjin gets hard during a non-sexual context and reader catches it. Soft dirty talk, handjob, fingering, oral sex (both m. and f. receiving), deepthroating and super soft face fucking, cum eating, multiple orgasms (for both characters). Penetrative sex, unprotected sex (contraceptives are discussed), creampie.

[15:47 p.m.] You: 8, my place. 

Hyunjin tilted his head while reading your text, unsure about what he should reply. It wasn’t a question, nor a proposal; it was an order, something he had to accept rather than negotiate. 

[15:48 p.m.] Hyunjin: Yeah. 

For once, he was glad about being partnered with someone who enjoyed taking the lead. Had it been any other classmate of his, Hyunjin was sure he would’ve been forced to take the initiative. 

This time around, though, he wasn’t. But at what cost? The relief of being grouped with someone like you wasn’t as comforting as any other would think. Sure, more than one classmate would’ve done anything to be paired with you, but Hyunjin just couldn’t feel the same. 

[15:50 p.m.] You: my apartment is near Namyeong station. 

[15:50 p.m.] You: I'll text you the address later, wait. 

He spent the following hours waiting for your text, wondering how fate had played such cards on him. Was it a divine punishment? Or a devilish blessing? Hyunjin just couldn’t know.

*

He stood in front of your apartment door for minutes, debating on whether he should knock right away or wait a little bit longer. The clock on his cellphone screen Hyunjined 8:02, yet he didn’t want to look too desperate to get inside your place, even when he was.

So, Hyunjin opted to wait a few more minutes before knocking on your door. He thought about it as a way to soothe himself, though it was useless —no amount of waiting time could fight the awkwardness of getting to hang around you for a whole evening.

Despite knowing that, he tried his best. He brushed his sweaty palms against the fabric of his sweatpants, fixed his hair, cleared his throat, and rehearsed his greeting.

“Hey,” he whispered to himself. Too sharp. “Hello,” too weird. “Hi,” totally not like him.

“What’s up?,” Hyunjin finally concluded. What’s up? Casual, friendly, and not too uptight —even when that's probably one word he would use to describe himself.

With tons of hesitation, and motivated by the already wasted time, Hyunjin finally knocked on your door. He went for three knocks, one right after the other.

Surprisingly, you answered the door after the second one.

“What were you doing?”

It wasn't that Hyunjin needed to have everything under his control, but he wished to have at least some of it. From the moment you choose your own place for the project meeting, to the blunt question you welcomed him with, Hyunjin felt nothing but uncertainty.

In any other situation, or with any other person, he would've been the one leading the way. He would've been at the comfort of his place, welcoming his guest the way he wished to be welcomed. He would direct the project, choose the idea he liked best, work diligently on it and call it a day.

But he was standing right in front of your apartment door, with his cheeks flushed and a timid grimace that resembled more awkwardness than a friendly smile.

“Huh?” he mumbled, barely audible for you.

“It’s 8:20,” you stepped away from the door and encouraged the brown-haired to come in. “I was waiting for you”.

Were you? Hyunjin lost track of the time that evening. He knew he got to your apartment at around 8, but he wasn’t conscious of the whole twenty minutes he spent getting ready to knock on your door.

“Sorry,” was all he could come up with. “Hi”.

“Hi,” you said back, closing the door right behind you and guiding your shy classmate across the small living room.

He seemed nosy, you could tell; his eyes widened as he discreetly scanned the whole space. There was not much to see though —when it came to room décor, you were more of a minimalist. Still, Hyunjin was curious because it was your place, he wasn’t particularly interested in appreciating the small details but imagining how you spent your afternoons resting there.

“So,” you sat down on the couch and grabbed your laptop from the coffee table, leaving space for Hyunjin to sit next to you. He seemed hesitant at first, debating on whether he should be close to you or not for his own good, but he didn’t want to make things any more awkward than they already were. “Any ideas?”

“Ideas?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, “for the project”.

To be truthfully honest, Hyunjin had plenty of ideas for the final assignment. But as he inhaled your fragrance, he completely forgot about every single one of them.

“I-” he hesitated. Silly enough, he was at the top of his class. In the midst of things, he felt overwhelmed —what if you expected a lot from him? “I guess I haven’t thought much about it”.

“Me neither,” you sighed, throwing your head back and against a cushion. “We have a long night ahead”.

“Wha- do you think we can get it done by tonight?” Hyunjin asked you. Of course, if the both of you worked hard and without any distractions, the final project could’ve been done in under 3 hours. Yet he had hope about another project meeting, luckily at his place.

“Maybe,” you closed your eyes and exhaled deeply.  

Hyunjin nodded silently and stared at you for a while, allowing himself to do so only because you had your eyes closed. Besides that time you were late and had to sit right next to him in freshman year, this was as close as Hyunjin had ever been to you.

He didn’t want to come off as a pervert, but it was hard not to stare at you. Of course, he wasn’t going to do it shamelessly —he respected you and the last thing he wanted was for you to think about him as a creep or feel uncomfortable hanging around him, but his own instincts betrayed him.

From the curvature of your lashes to your lips, then your neck, and a little down further, Hyunjin’s eyes fixed on your cleavage. Your clothes only revealed much, but that was perfect, it had him on edge.

“What?” Your voice caught him off guard and he quickly parted his gaze away from you.

“Huh?”

“I can feel you staring at me, Hyunjin,” you scoffed, still with your eyes closed.

“I am not,” he reassured you, shifting his position on the couch.

“Alright,” you sighed. “But I wouldn’t mind if you were”.

“I am not,” Hyunjin repeated and turned to face the small balcony next to him, pretending that the view outside the apartment was a thousand times more fulfilling than the one he had sitting next to him.

“Why do you not like me?” The question came out rather harshly, but far from intimidating him, it only made Hyunjin curious.

Up until that point, he thought it was pretty obvious —he was into you. He didn’t know you that much, but he didn’t need to; his lack of knowledge never stopped him from having wet dreams about you almost every single night.

“Why do you think that?”

You let out a soft scoff, turning to the side to face him. “You didn’t look happy when the professor paired us together”.

Well, that was true, but not for the reasons you thought.

“You seem outgoing with everyone, but you always look tense when I hang around you,” you continued rambling, feeling offended at the reminiscences of every time Hyunjin acted like a jerk around you. “Am I that annoying?”.

You were the farthest thing from annoying, but he couldn’t tell you that. Hyunjin wasn’t good at flirting or being sly around you, so being bluntly honest with you wasn’t an option unless he wanted to sound intense.

“Mh,” there was not much he could say, really. He knew it wasn’t true, but he wasn’t going to try to convince you otherwise. It was best for you to think of him as someone distant and cold rather than a complete dumbass who fantasized about you almost every single day.

“See?” you barked. “You are not denying it”.

“I don't think you are annoying,” Hyunjin murmured, trying hard not to stumble upon his words. “I guess we just don't hang around that much”.

“Mh, is that so?” You tried hard to make eye contact with him, but it was useless. It seemed as if he was avoiding any kind of interaction with you, and that amused you as much as it bothered you. “I know you are lying because you can't even say such a thing while looking at me”.

“I don't think you are annoying,” Hyunjin repeated, tilting his head at you ever so slightly. He wasn't too fond of eye contact, let alone with you.

“Ah, come on,” with a soft groan, you cupped Hyunjin’s cheeks with one of your hands and forced him to look into your direction. “I don't believe you”.

His eyes widened slightly, and the skin underneath your palm started to feel warm with each second that passed.

“What?”

You were staring at him with doe eyes and, for a split second, Hyunjin felt anger at your naiveness. Were you really that oblivious to your own charms? Or did you just enjoy feeling like a predator hunting its prey? Either scenario made him feel pathetic.

If you were that naive, then that would mean that he is nothing more but a pathetic pervert that gets turned on by everything you do. But if you weren't, and instead were fully aware of the power you held over him, that would mean that you were just toying with him.

“I don't find you annoying,” Hyunjin murmured. “If I did, I wouldn't be here”.

“Well you came 20 minutes late and can't even engage in small talk,” you continued bickering, “it seems to me that you don't want to be here”.

At that point, Hyunjin understood you were just doing that to tease him —you were pushing all his buttons trying to get any kind of reaction from him. As far as he was concerned, that was much like you; according to your friends and classmates, you were a complete tease.

Hyunjin loved that about you as much as he hated it.

“I-I don’t know what you want me to say,” he stuttered. Your skin was burning against his, and he prayed for you to not notice the rising tint in his cheeks.

You smiled, still cupping both of his cheeks as if that small gesture wasn’t weird to perform on an almost stranger —still, you could tell he was nervous. “I’m just messing with you, Hwang,” you finally scoffed, letting go of the grip you had on his face.

You didn’t think he hated you, but his behavior was, in fact, odd around you. Hyunjin wasn’t the extroverted type, but you could tell there was a difference between how he engaged with everyone and you.

You weren’t the extroverted type either unless you had to  —that night, as he was quiet as usual, you had decided to try and lighten up the mood by teasing him. Perhaps it wasn’t the best way to start a conversation, but you just didn’t know any better.

“So,” you sat down properly on your space, moving away from him as he sensed the loss of your warmth, “project ideas”.

It was impressive how much power you held over Hyunjin and how indifferent he was to you —even he couldn’t begin to comprehend such a thing.

It was such a small, playful action; you had decided to make a suggestive joke, inviting him to look at you. Then, you touched him. Even if it wasn’t anything sexual, his body reacted in such a way —his skin got covered in goosebumps, his heart skipped a beat and the unpleasant pressure between his legs didn’t take long to appear.

That made him feel embarrassed.  

He wasn’t as experienced as others, nor had much going on in his sexual life, but there was something shameful in getting turned on that easily by someone he barely knew. Even worse, by someone who wasn’t doing anything to drive him to that place.

And then you changed the subject, so casually and quickly that it made him feel pathetic. You were back to thinking about project ideas and he was still frozen in its place, imagining that your touch was still there, that your gaze was still fixed in his, and that the following events weren’t as they had been.

You had moved from moment to moment so easily, yet he was still pressing the couch cushion against his lap trying for his growing bulge to go unnoticed.

“Hwang?”

“Huh?” Hyunjin blinked a few times before facing you, tilting his head ever so slightly as he tried to bring back anything from what you had said the past 2 minutes. Nothing, he was too busy thinking about how it was a mistake to wear a pair of sweatpants that evening.

You stared at him with furrowed eyebrows, “were you listening?”

He swallowed thickly and interrupted eye contact, turning to face the paper sheets scattered on the coffee table. Your eyes immediately fell down to the striped cushion which he cautiously held against his body, his hand pressing it just enough for his grip to look both rough and gentle at the same time.

“What was it?” Hyunjin shyly asked.

He expected you to start talking again like you had been doing ever since he got there, but you remained silent. Instead, you tilted your head at him, staring shamelessly at the object he seemed to be clinging to.

If there was one thing you were good at and he wasn’t, was bearing silence.

“I was- I kind of got lost in the middle,” he rambled, trying hard to hide his obvious nervousness. “You were saying something about, uh-”.

It seemed as if the only way you could make Hyunjin Hwang talk was by being quiet. The longer you stared at him, the more he talked —or tried to, better said.

“Hyunjin,” you interrupted, offering him the sweetest yet most taunting smile he had ever seen from you.

He was doomed.

By the way your eyes were lingering on the striped cushion and the corners of your lips raised in a mischievous smile, he knew you knew.

And in that split second, where your eyes met his tense body and flustered gaze, everything started to make sense.

“We don't need to have everything done by tonight,” you murmured with a flirting tone he wasn't oblivious to.

Prior to that day, Hyunjin had always stood out to you. It wasn't just his looks or physical appearance, but there was something inviting about him that, even then, you were trying to figure out.

You had a slight crush on him, but that wasn't saying much —every woman you knew had a thing for Hyunjin Hwang. He really wasn't the dating type, nor showed any interest in casual dates, yet you knew a fair amount of girls who would date him in a heartbeat.

But because of how uninterested he was about the women surrounding him, and how awkward he always seemed to get around you, you never thought of him as something more than just a pretty man.

“We should-,” he continued, avoiding your eyes who were practically begging for him to look at you, “discuss the id-”.

“Hyunjin,” you repeated, shifting your position on the couch so your body could face him. “Stop”.

His cheeks were flushed, his bottom lip was caught between his teeth and his gaze was slowly losing its spark. His eyes were no longer bright but dark —still, the characteristic softness of them never faded away.

“Are you okay?”

The question was innocent, but Hyunjin knew it hid something mischievous. Even so, he was hoping to be able to fool you.

“I think I just- need to go to the bathroom,” he murmured shyly, spreading his legs inconspicuously as he tried to fix his issue.

You glared at the striped cushion and then at him, trying to make him understand that you just couldn't be tricked.

“Is that so?” There was a teasing tone in your voice Hyunjin could pick up on well, but he chose to ignore it —instead, he was trying hard to believe his own lie.

But it was almost impossible; from the way your gaze was practically devouring him to the way your arm grazed against his ever so slightly, he just couldn't focus on anything else.

“Y-yes”.

“Right there,” you pointed at one of the doors and smiled when Hyunjin realized what he had put himself through.

In order to get to the bathroom, he would have to stand up from the couch. And by standing up, he would have to leave the striped cushion behind —otherwise it would've looked weird if he decided to walk along your living room while holding a cushion against his crotch.

“What is it?”

Hyunjin felt cornered. And humiliated.

“Think I'll just stay here,” he struggled, looking down at the object on his lap and avoiding your touch.

He was sure that if you were to cup his cheeks one more time or grab his arm in a playful manner, he would come right then in his pants. That's how much power you had over him.

“You are flushed,” just as if you had been reading his thoughts for the past fifteen minutes, you leaned forward to touch his forehead with your palm. “And you are burning, too”.

At that point, Hyunjin felt terrible. His cock twitched inside his pants as he felt your delicate touch on him again, and he was sure that his sweatpants had now a dark, wet patch on them.

All because of you.

“You were just fine when you got here though,” you were toying with him, and he could tell. “I wonder what happened”.

Hyunjin swallowed tickly once he felt your hand on his cheek and jaw, teasing the side of his neck only to return back to its original place at his forehead.

For a split second, he thought about going for it. But what exactly was he going for? His cock was hard in his pants and the whole moment just made him look pathetic. On top of that, he didn't trust you enough. Would you laugh at him and call him a pervert? Or would you like the idea that you can get him hard that easily?

“Come on,” you murmured, grabbing the cushion as soon as he let his guard down. He was too lost into his own thoughts that he only realized you had taken it away when it was already too late.

His hands flew to his crotch, but it was all useless.

The raise of one of your eyebrows let Hyunjin know he had lost a game he didn't even know he was playing in the first place. It seemed as if, from the moment he walked through your apartment door, your only mission was for him to drop that distant facade he thoroughly tried to build around you.

And oh, how you succeeded.

He stared at you for what felt like ages, his body leaning forward as he tried to hide his bulge. The worst part was that, even after being caught, his cock didn't soften, it was all quite the opposite.

“Hm,” you finally hummed, interrupting the awkward silence between the both of you. “I thought you were feeling ill”.

Truth was, he did feel ill. His head was spinning around, he felt dizzy, his heart was racing at a thousand miles per hour and his hands were sweating like never before. At some point, he felt as if he was going to faint.

But even then, when he knew you had caught him red-handed in the middle of possibly one of the most humiliating situations a man can ever be in, you just couldn't stop staring at him.

Your eyes were fixed on the silhouette of his bulge, his sweatpants only leaving much to the imagination. His hand reached out for the striped cushion yet again, establishing a physical barrier between you and what you were dying to see.

“I guess you were right,” you murmured after an awkward silence, still with your gaze placed on that specific spot. “You don't find me annoying”.

It was a subtle, amusing joke to lighten up the mood, but Hyunjin couldn't relax. All he could think of was your eyes analyzing every part of him, from his rosy cheeks to the stained gray sweatpants.

“I should probably- just, you know, I can get the project done on my own. I will just-,” he was rambling, again. It was really a pathetic move, but what else was he supposed to do? He had never felt as embarrassed.

“Do you like me?”

Hyunjin stared at you with both eyes open like plates. There was no point in asking that question, especially not after you caught him with a boner in the middle of just a college project.

“I mean, sexually,” you added.

He thought, wasn't it obvious? His cock always got rock hard whenever you were around. Whenever he jerked himself off, all he could think about was you. Even when he didn't want to, even when he tried to think about anyone but you, you were the only one he could think of as he came.

“I- you know, I'm just-”.

“It's a yes or no question, Hyunjinnie,” you taunted him.

God, how he hated that nickname. It made him feel pathetic, which was not too far from reality.

“No”.

A blatant lie. No matter how hard Hyunjin tried to pretend he didn't feel attracted towards you, his past actions could rat him out anytime. The amount of times he had jerked off to your instagram pictures, the countless occasions he got hard just from seeing you and the embarrassing moments in which your name had slipped from his lips every time he humped his pillow were enough proof that he was into you.

“No?” you asked him, incredulous.

He shook his head. “I- think we should just- focus on the assignment”.

It took Hyunjin all the courage within him to not run away from the scene, lock himself up in his apartment and drop out of college. He did want to run away from your apartment, though, but he couldn't —his whole body was frozen and he could only do as little as move his gaze over the scattered paper sheets in front of him.

“I am just trying to help you here,” you exhaled deeply, clearly upset about facing rejection from such a man.

You weren't expecting him to give in right away —you knew him fairly well, and considering how shy he was, it was pointless to hope for a little bit of initiative. Yet the thing that bothered you the most was how you could tell he wanted to, but kept on denying it and pretending he just wasn't interested.

“And I can't help you if you don't let me”.

Hyunjin fixed his eyes on the small coffee table in front of him, yet his gaze was lost. Everything felt too surreal, like a dream or something pulled out of his wildest fantasies —it was all too good to be true.

“What makes you think I need help?” he gulped while asking that question, as if the answer wasn't obvious. Still, he wanted to know if you two were at least on the same page.

“Mh,” you scoffed, changing your position to end up kneeling on the couch right next to him. “Do I really need to say it?”

Truth is, you didn't. If you did say those words, he would feel too humiliated. It was humiliating enough for him to have you knowing his filthy secret, so Hyunjin just couldn't imagine how overwhelmed he would feel if you were to say anything about the situation.

“You know, it is actually kind of funny,” you taunted. Now that he was sitting right next to you, with his cock hard and his cheeks tinted, Hyunjin’s image was everything but funny.

“I am guessing this is the reason behind you not being able to concentrate on this project,” your hand sneaking all the way to the striped cushion as you took it from his lap —this time around, he didn't stop you. “So I think it's funny”.

He couldn't wrap his head about your choice of words. Funny?

“How come?” he felt less pathetic then. Still as embarrassed, but at least the relief of knowing you didn't think of him as a pervert gave him just the tiniest bit of comfort.

“You are hard and I am wet,” you chuckled, wrapping your hands underneath his left arm. That, combined with the words coming out of your mouth, made Hyunjin’s cock twitch inside his sweatpants. “Had I not seen that, we would have spent hours working on this while being aroused”.

Now, that was too good to be true.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” your hands cupped his face with delicacy, forcing him towards you. “Given the circumstances, we can help each other out, right?”

There was something Hyunjin needed to know first, before agreeing to do whatever it was that you were suggesting. Perhaps it was his ego, or mere curiosity, but he couldn't hold the question back.

“Why were you wet?”

The short, obvious answer was because you were aroused. But you both knew he didn't want to hear that —he was more interested in knowing what caused it.

“Why do you think so?” you scoffed softly, dragging your hand along his arm until it reached his wrist. “You are here, and we are both alone so it was impossible for me not to think about stuff”.

“What kind of stuff?”

For better or for worse, Hyunjin lost his inhibitions slowly. Had you reacted differently than you did, he was sure things wouldn't have been the way they were.

“Too many questions,” you shook your head softly, guiding his wrist between your parted legs. “Why don't you tell me what made you hard?”

He repressed a moan as soon as his digits grazed against your core —even with your underwear and shorts on, he could feel how warm you were.

“You,” he simply responded, fixing his eyes on the way your hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Do I make you hard?”

Hyunjin was just applying a small amount of pressure on you, yet you felt the need to swallow thickly. Your gaze was lost in the veins of his arms and the way his hand got lost between your legs.

“Yes,” Hyunjin sighed, lifting his eyes slightly up until they met your parted lips. 

The fabric of his sweatpants outlined the shape of his bulge fine, and it was impossible not to clench at the image. There was a wet, small patch on them, and you were fighting the urges to release his cock and lick the tip of it to taste him.

“Does it happen often?” you softly cooed, tightening the grip on his wrist as his fingers started to touch you over your clothes.  

Always, Hyunjin thought, when you’re around and when you’re not. 

“I’m just curious,” you continued after a few seconds of silence, “it would be a huge compliment if it does”. 

“Would it?” he swallowed thickly, gaze fluttering between your eyes and lips. “Why?”

“You know,” you replied, followed by a sigh, “you ask a lot of questions for someone who hasn’t given a proper response to any of mine”. 

Hyunjin couldn’t argue with you on that. 

“So,” still with his hand between your parted legs, you switched your position on the couch to be closer to him. “I asked you, does it happen often?”

“Yes,” he didn’t think it through this time and gave you the shortest, most honest answer within him. If that was what you needed to answer all of his questions, then he was going to play along. “Much more than I want to admit”.

“Mh,” you sarcastically pouted, resting your hand on top of his thigh. The sudden contact made him flinch in the slightest, but you found it adorable. “Don’t be shy with me, we’re not that different”. 

If he hadn’t been biting his lower lip, he was sure a whimper would’ve escaped his lips as you squeezed his thigh, softly caressing it while you made your way to his crotch. 

Luckily for him, he was showing much more self-control than the one he thought he had.

“We’re not?”

“Well, you too have turned me on more times than I can count now,” you murmured with boldness, “Is that weird? We don’t even talk much”. 

It isn’t, Hyunjin thought to himself as a series of perverted memories flooded his mind.

Not that he would willingly share them with you. At least not right now.

“But you’re just too pretty,” a sighed escaped your lips while your hand finally wrapped around his bulge, stroking it ever so slightly on top of his clothes, “I can’t help myself”.

Hyunjin kicked his head back, resting it against the back of the sofa. His hand was still between your legs, and your hand was gripping the silhouette of his dick over his sweatpants.

It felt like something pulled out of his wildest fantasies, but he was overthinking it a lot. You were there, admittedly wet, and he was with you, painfully hard —it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if you will, and he was about to waste it triumphantly.

“‘m sorry,” he squeezed his eyes shut, grimacing like you were hurting him albeit the soft grip you had on him, “I can’t”. 

You missed the warmth of his digits against you almost instantly, only to be replaced by his hand wrapping around your wrist. He fully intended to push your touch away —the faster he got your hands off of him, the faster he would forget how they felt. 

But his body betrayed him, and he could only do much as squeeze your wrist while you rubbed him off.

“Want me to stop?” You asked him, not knowing if you should continue, or just let the poor man go.

His body was stiff underneath your touch, but you could feel his cock twitching against your palm. It felt deliciously good, you could only fantasize about how much better it would feel inside of you.

“I don’t- I don’t know,” he simply responded, still with his eyes shut and his head kicked back. Hyunjin wanted to engrave the feeling of your hand wrapped around him, just as much as he wished to remember the sound of your breathing and the smell of your fragrance. “Fuck, I don’t know”.

Your eyes gleamed with the pride of coming up with a plan.

“Can I help you make up your mind?”

He blinked a couple of times, his hazy gaze barely focusing on you but your pair of hands that were dangerously close to the waist of his pants. 

“You can say no, of course,” you squeezed his thigh softly, and that drew his attention back to your face, the corners of your lips rising into a flirty smile, “but I wouldn't do that if I were you”.

All he offers you in return is a sweet, desperate nod. A short one, at that —he basically tilted his head at his crotch as a way of saying go ahead, but that was all you needed to move on.

You went from sitting right by him, to kneel in the space he had created between his legs.

His eyes were following every move of yours, and refused to abandon your image at any moment —painfully enough, Hyunjin looked so fucking good from this angle of view.

The tip of your digits grazed against the elastic of his sweatpants, lowering them along with his underwear just as little as your plan required. And as soon as your hand wrapped around his erection, Hyunjin swore he was going to die. Or come. Which to Hyunjin’s concern, was exactly the same. 

“W-wait, just, shit,” he didn’t wrap his hand around your wrist this time, but the conflict in his voice made you stop right on your tracks even before you got to do anything. “Wait, I’m not- I’m not that experienced, you know?”

“So?” You queried without bothering to hide the fact that the sudden confession perked you up a little.

“I just don’t want to embarrass myself,” Hyunjin exhaled, “which I probably already did, and I'm doing”. 

So it really wasn't that he didn't like you enough, or that he didn't want this just as much as you did.

“What’s the worst thing that can happen, anyway?” your hands were still gripping the base of his cock, teasing it against your lips as you spoke. 

“That I might come too fast,” he stuttered, eyebrows furrowed with concern. “You're not even doing anything and I can feel my cock throbbing like crazy”.

The filthy choice of words made your heart skip a beat —that, paired with the raspiness and deepness of his tone, only had you wishing he wouldn't shut up at all.

“So?” You repeated again, grinning with mischief. “I don’t mind if you come quick, as long as you can get hard for me again”.

Hyunjin let out a mixture between a moan and a grunt at your words, feeling visibly affected by them.

“If you keep saying stuff like that, I will come,” he inhaled sharply and swallowed thickly at the sight of your smile. 

“Just tell me where”. 

The small confidence Hyunjin built for himself after voicing out his concerns slowly faded away as soon as your tongue grazed against the tip of his cock —for a moment, he really thought he could hold up pretty well. But the sight of you as you made eye contact with him, while your tongue dragged along the side of his dick, was enough proof that he just couldn't stand a chance against his libido.

“Fuck,” he sighed, catching his lower lip between his teeth ever so slightly, “’m sorry”. 

At that, you cocked an eyebrow. “Sorry about what?” 

The kitten licks you were giving the tip of his cock didn't make things any easier for Hyunjin —the idea of putting together a whole sentence seemed impossible, and he knew if he were to talk in the middle of it he would just look pathetic.

“I don't mean to be this loud,” his hands were something between gripping the edge of the couch, and resting over his spread thighs; he was too focused on repressing the string of curses and moans that threatened to escape his lips. 

“But I want to hear you, Hyunjin,” you purred, stroking his dick against one of your cheeks.

The sight was to die for, quite literally —your lips were glistening with spit, just like your chin and now your cheek. Both of your hands were wrapped around his dick, and you just looked too cute despite the lewd setting you were in.

“I love it when you curse,” you encouraged him, leaving wet kisses along his shaft. “You sound so good, you know?”

The compliments were definitely getting to Hyunjin's head, and you could tell because little by little, he started to leave the awkwardness aside and get really immersed in the moment.

He seemed too afraid of screwing things up, for some reason. You, on the other hand, didn't think he could screw anything up at all —Hyunjin had always turned you by doing the bare minimum, and you wondered if he was well aware of that.

You knew he wasn't, otherwise he would've carried himself with a little more ego and pride than he did. 

"But you're a good boy, aren't you?" you continued, gently spitting on his cock to use it as lube. As you jerked him off, Hyunjin's hips instinctively bucked your palm. “You don’t curse, you don’t break rules, you don’t ever get loose…” 

“I’m not that- good,” Hyunjin hissed, biting down his lower lip. “I just- fuck".

He kicked his head back when he felt a delicious squeeze of your hands around his balls, interrupting whatever it was that he meant to say.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” You asked, based on his reaction. 

Again, you squeezed his balls ever so slightly while the tip of your tongue swirls around the head of his cock. 

“I fucking love it”.

God, he sounded so good. So good when he cursed, when he moaned and when your name fell from his lips. Sensuality looked good on him, despite him not knowing jack shit about it. 

"I swear I've never wanted to taste someone so bad in my entire life," you giggled, letting out a hiss when you felt his hard dick throbbing between your hands, "want you to come in my mouth, I’ll swallow it".

You weren't his first —despite his awkwardness and lack of girlfriend history whatsoever, Hyunjin had a couple of experiences he could trail back to. 

But none of them came close to whatever it was that he was feeling right now.

“I’m close,” he warned you, his hands alternating between grabbing your head and your cheeks, “fuck- I’m so fucking close”.

Eagerly, you continued bopping your head up and down his length, jerking off with your hands the part that just couldn't fit in your mouth. Between your strokes and the way you squeezed and caressed his balls, you had Hyunjin coming in no time.

“Shit-” he whimpered, forcing your head down onto his cock until your nose hit his pubic bone. 

You weren't expecting him to make you deepthroat his cock, but you tried to take it like a champ nonetheless. All for him and his pleasure.

And honestly, he didn't mean to do that exactly. It was an instinct, something done in the heat of the moment, but he just couldn't deny the fact that he enjoyed maybe a bit too much the sound and feeling of you gagging around his dick.

You had never seen someone looking this hot while coming —his cheeks were flushed, his eyebrows furrowed, his teeth were chewing at his bottom lip and his whole body was shaking and grinding ever so slightly against your mouth, hips raised against the couch while he chased his high.

It was a long high —he came so much down your throat, it eventually spilled out from the corners of your lips onto the length and base of his cock. 

Messy, but neither of you could begin to care.

“God,” Hyunjin exhaled, his whole body relaxing onto the couch after all the tension he had been carrying ever since got to your apartment. 

He let go of your face and you continued jerking him off with his own cum for a couple of seconds as your movements died down. 

“Did you- did you swallow it?”

Rather than giving him a response, you just stuck out your tongue —empty, clean, with just a small amount of him still in you. He tasted just like you imagined, and that did nothing more than to turn you on. 

“I told you,” you smiled, “I wanted to taste you”.

Hyunjin looked at you for a couple of seconds, blinking perplexed. His heart was still going at a thousand miles per hour, his head was spinning around your apartment and his cock was still as rock hard, despite having come just minutes ago.

And, impulsively, he leaned down to kiss you.

You were still on your knees between his legs, but he cupped your cheeks and practically forced you onto his lips. It was sloppy, and fast, but at the same time it was far from unpleasant. The feeling of his tongue against yours, tasting himself off of you, was enough to elicit a moan from the two of you. 

From one moment to another you were no longer kneeling between his legs, but laying down on the couch with your back against a soft cushion. Hyunjin was between kneeling and sitting right on top of you, with his hands on either side of your body.

“I want to taste you too,” he panted in between kisses, leaving a wet trail of them from your lips to your jaw, “want to make you feel real good, just like you did to me”. 

You were dying to fuck him, but you weren't going to reject it. More than one night you snuck your hand between your panties wishing it was Hyunjin's face and tongue, so you trembled in excitement at knowing that one of your fantasies was about to become true.

Or a couple of them.

“Please,” yours and Hyunjin’s hands lost no time in struggling you out of your bottoms, leaving them out of your rear of view. 

Embarrassingly for you, but luckily to Hyunjin, the fabric and color of your underwear did absolutely nothing to hide your wetness —stripping you out of it was a delight to him, who could catch a glimpse of your arousal sticking to your panties.

Carefully, he positioned himself somewhat flat against the couch with his face between your legs. Your back was slightly straight against the couch's arm rest, and your knees softly bent with your feet against the faux leather of it, so he hooked one of his hands under your thigh while the other caressed the side of your body.

“You’re so pretty,” Hyunjin whispered under his breath leaving a couple of shy kisses along your inner thighs. The slight contact of his breathing against your hot cunt made your back arched. “Pretty face, pretty pussy”. 

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

His half-lidded eyes looked up to you, “I've always thought you were the prettiest”.

He started off really slow, getting to know your body. You were desperate for more, for something messy and rough, but you allowed him to take his time. Even more so because it seemed though as if he was gaining confidence as he explored you, and you loved to see it.

“So good,” he groaned against your slit, “could eat you out for hours”. 

You wouldn't mind. He just looked too good buried in the heat between your legs, and his wet tongue felt heavenly against your clit and folds. 

After some time, his fingers came into the mix as well. Two digits stretching your cunt open, cautiously, while he kept on licking and sucking your clit.

“Right there Hyunjin,” you arched your back, gasping when his digits brushed against that spot. “Fuck, you just- shit, right there feels so fucking good”.

Seeing you like that, gasping and writhing underneath him, contributed a little to his ego. 

“Is it good?”

“Fucking perfect,” you cursed, rolling your hips against him, “can’t wait to feel your cock”.

Hyunjin knew that things were eventually leading up to sex, but it didn't feel real until you named it. Until you told him you wanted to feel him inside you, until you implied that it was only a matter of minutes before he got to enact his fantasies with you.

His hips grinded against the couch, too, as he ate you out. 

Needy to feel your warmth, desperate to give you all of his cum again.

“I want you to come first like this,” Hyunjin murmured, with his fingers buried in your pussy and his nose brushing ever so slightly against your swollen clit, “with my mouth and fingers. Then, I will make you come with my cock”.

You moaned at his words.

“It’s a promise?” 

“It’s a promise”. 

You kicked your head back against the couch’s arm rest, and arched your back when you felt the tension threatening to unravel down your lower abdomen.

His tongue was moving deliciously where you needed it, and his fingers never lost its pace and rhythm inside you.

“Hyunjin,” you chanted, latching your fingers onto his dark hair, “don’t stop”. 

Not that he was planning to.

“Are you going to come?” 

“Yes,” you nod frantically, moving your hips as much as his grip allowed you to. “So close Hyunjin, I’m so close”. 

Heavenly. 

His name falling from your lips felt right, just like it did your mouth around his cock and his tongue flat against your clit. You felt right, much more better than whatever he had been imagining the past years while masturbating on his own.

“Like that,” Hyunjin hissed, watching in awe the way your pussy and ass clenched at your orgasm. But as much as he wanted to enjoy the view, he also wanted to feel you getting wetter and wetter as you came, so he quickly returned to latch his mouth on your pussy and his eyes on you. 

“Shit!” your hips were bucking against his face frantically, almost aggressively. But he didn't stop, and elongated your high as much as he possibly could, “Can’t stop- fuck, can’t stop coming”. 

It felt like a never ending orgasm, one prompted by Hyunjin's lustful gaze —the more eye contact you made, the more aroused you felt.

“More, more Hyunjin,” you sounded desperate, and that made his dickthrob against the couch. He wanted to make you come again, and again, and until you no could no longer take it.

But he would be lying if he said he wasn't impatient for fucking you. 

“I’ll give you more,” he murmured, withdrawing from your body when you finally came down from your high. “But just- want to give it to you with my cock”. 

Whenever you thought about sex with Hyunjin, you always pictured yourself being on top. Maybe it was because of his shyness, or because you felt like you needed to take the initiative, but you almost always came at the thought of you bouncing up and down his dick.

Much to your surprise, he didn't lose time before positioning his body between your spread legs, not before removing his shirt and doing the same with yours as well.

He was going to fuck you in missionary, you figured. And you almost came at the realization of it.

Most men these days all they want is to get their dicks wet with minimal to no effort —Hyunjin was trying hard to please you, and that was alone much more satisfactory than any other experienced you had so far.

“I want to see your face when I'm fucking you," it was almost like he read your thoughts. Not that you had any complains, but quick fucks never cared for the intimacy sex entailed.

Hyunjin was different.

“Definitely not my best look,” you swallowed, thinking about your ruined make up and post-orgasm fucked out face. 

“I could come just by looking at you,” he confessed, eyes falling to your spread legs. “I swear”. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pumped his dick a few times before realizing that he was missing something.

“You uh-” he felt embarrassed, but he honestly didn’t think he would get to fuck you, out of all the people. He came to your apartment to work on a school project, not to get laid. “I don’t have a condom”. 

“Want to do it raw?”

He gulped.

Of course he wanted to. Using a condom was never part of his fantasies —shit, almost all his fantasies ended up with him filling you up, despite how risky that was. 

“I honestly want to, but I’d understand if you-”.

“Are you-”

“I’m on the pill,” you reassured him, “and I’m clean. I want you to fuck me raw if that’s what you want too”. 

“I do,” Hyunjin sighed, licking his lips at the thought of getting to really feel you. “Fuck, I do”. 

And despite the logical, rational part of him that insisted it probably wasn't the brightest idea ever, Hyunjin guided the tip of his cock against your clit. The sudden stimulation made your body jolt, but he didn't stay there for too long. 

His cock slid easily right inside, and the way your walls clenched around him as they got used to his size almost makes Hyunjin come.

“Finally,” you exhaled, closing your eyes while he bottomed out slowly.

Hyunjin groaned quietly, softly pressing your hips against his. 

“You’re so tight,” he gritted his teeth, “squeezing me just right”.

He hovered you, leaning down to kiss you yet again. He wasn't moving, just fully enjoying the way you felt wrapped around him.

He didn't know if he was going to have another chance to experience this, so he intended to memorize everything —from the way your tongue tasted, to the way your pussy clenched on him.

Only this time, the kiss wasn't as sloppy; it was intense, deep and it left you breathless. He kissed you ardently, brushing his tongue against yours, biting down your lower lip and pulling it ever so slightly.

“I’m going to-” he sighed in between kisses, “are you- alright?”

“Yes,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, and your legs around his hips, “fuck me already, Hyunjin”.

Slowly but surely, he started acquiring a pace of his own. And fuck, it felt delicious.

His pubic bone slammed against your clit, providing some stimulation; his cock reached the deepest spots inside you, and his mouth worked wonders on your neck and chest. 

It was unfair how perfect he was —so good at everything.

“Harder,” your hands reached out to cup his face, pressing your forehead against his. “Fuck me harder, please”.

He understood what you wanted.

Hyunjin didn't necessarily fucked you faster after you plea, no. He smacked his hips against yours roughly, going impossibly deeper into you. His pace was slow, but each thrust made you moan and gasp every time.

“There you go,” he murmured in a quiet, drowned groan.

You hid your face on the crook of his neck, sucking on his flesh meaning to leave red and purple blossoms all over it. For some reason, the idea of seeing him the next day at college campus and peeking to see the marks you left on him kind of excited you.

It was also going to remind you that this was real, and that it happened.

“Right there, Hyunjin,” you enjoyed the feeling of him ruthlessly pounding into you. He was sweet, gentle, and caring, but his movements weren't. He appeared to be someone innocent, but he wasn’t —at least not when he was fucking you good like he this.

“Feeling good?”

“Perfect,” you replied, “you’re so- hard inside me, you feel perfect”. 

The harshness of his thrusts suddenly died down as he regained his pace; they become hotter, more sensual. 

His eyes went from looking at you, to closing shut at times. He licked his lower lip constantly, alternating between chewing on it softly, too. 

When Hyunjin wasn't too focused on his overwhelming pleasure, he was focused on your body.

How it reacted, how sensitive it was, what things you liked. He kissed your chest and sucked on your hardened nipples, and he soon understood you loved it —at least judged by the way you clenched around his dick. 

He also realized he liked the feeling of your fingers latched onto his hair —he enjoyed when you pulled it a bit too roughly, and he didn't mind the pain of it.

“Can you come with me?” Hyunjin asked in between grunts. “I’m close- but I want you to come with me, come at the same time”. 

“I’m close too,” you sneaked a hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit lazily. “Want to come with you, and feel you coming inside me”. 

It suddenly became much more intimate than you initially intended to —his eyes were glued to yours, saying way more than his words could ever do. You could see the lust, affection, and even perversion in his gaze; the longing of always staring from afar, but now getting to have you underneath him with your legs spread and your pussy around him.

It didn't take you any long to reach that sweet release you both had been chasing ever since he stepped a foot into your apartment.

“I’m coming,” you gasped, digging your nails onto the flesh of his shoulders and back, “come”. 

Hyunjin pressed his forehead against yours, and when he felt your walls clenching, he immediately released too. 

He didn’t want to think about his cum filling you up, nor the image of his arousal oozing out of your pretty pusy. He didn’t want to think too much about what you just let him do, and he didn’t want to think about the risk of it although it kind of turned him on.

A loud moan escaped his lips when he thrusted his cock harder into you, reaching yet another deep spot inside your walls. With each slam of his hips, he shot his orgasm painting you white from the inside. 

A warm, eerie feeling you hadn't experience before, because you just refused to fuck anyone raw.

But Hyunjin isn't just anyone.

“God,” he gulped loudly, panting and out of breath. 

You could feel his cum dripping out of you, despite his dick still filling you up, and you just couldn't believe how much he came twice in a row.

“Was it good?” your voice sounded exactly the same, hoarse and strained. You could barely breathe, but you didn’t care  —he collapsed on top of you carefully, without wanting to hurt you, and you both tried to stabilize your breathing together.

“Better than my imagination, that’s for sure”. 

You kissed his cheek and enjoyed the intimacy, wondering if the shy, awkward Hyunjin was going to make an appearance any time soon. In very little time you got to see a whole new side of him, just as shy but a lot less shallow than what you “knew” about him prior to that day, and you were still not ready to find out how things were going to be after this.

“I should probably- get something to clean you up,” you only realized how messy a creampie is when Hyunjin pulled out, making his cum to drip out of you and onto the couch. 

But you came up with a better plan.

“What if we take a shower?”

He looked at you, but soon diverted his gaze to the pile of unfinished work you had. 

“Come on, don’t get shy on me,” you pouted, sitting carefully on the couch right next to him. “I’m not getting shy it’s just-”, he makes a long pause and smiles to himself. A very faint, almost imperceptible grimace, but you caught on it, “I don’t think I can be naked around you without ending up fucking you again”. 

“Sounds like a win to me”.

“I expected much more from the two of you,” Mr. Jung handed you the final essay you allegedly worked so hard on. Judged by the stern tone of his voice, and the deep exhalation your project partner let out, you can only assume it was a bad grade. “Not the greatest work you’ve had delivered”. 

Your gaze fell down in embarrassment, and Hyunjin cleared his throat, “we’re sorry. With the end of the semester we kind of- got distracted”. 

And if by distracted you mean fucking like animals at every chance you were alone, whether in a private or a public setting, then yes.You got so fucking distracted.

[vanteguccir]

Hey guys! I actually spent long minutes staring at these reblogs and debating whether it was worth responding and talking about or not. But as I'm not the type to take hate and keep quiet, I decided to talk about it.

First of all, Reia, you really seem like a person who doesn't read many fanfics for the way you put it in your text, so I'll explain the meaning of the word. Fanfic, short for "fan fiction", is a story written by a fan based on characters, universes, or real people (like the triplets). Fans create their own narratives, expanding or reimagining everything, creating their own version, which in real life does not exist OR, as writers, we often draw inspiration from real-life events too.

And yes, you and Evangeline are trying to be "fanfic police" and even "sturniolo police", if you scroll through the thousands of Sturniolo Triplets fanfics, you will come across A LOT where Matt, Nick or Chris go through situations of anxiety attack, panic attack, OR where the "reader" herself goes through this, sometimes even involving situations way worse than that. Furthermore, there's thousands of fanfics describing explicit sex scenes with them, the famous smuts, does that bother you too? Because in the world of someone who writes a FANFIC in here, it doesn't.

And yes, I was indeed writing about the meet and greet situation, and this was nothing new to ANYONE in the fandom WHO READS THE FANFICS HERE. I even made a post the day before ASKING who would like to read the idea, and you want to know the news? All 200 people who voted wanted it.

I understand that you feel this story is disrespectful FOR YOU, especially because it touches on a real-life situation that may be sensitive or painful for some people. I want to assure you that it was never my intention to cause harm or disrespect anyone involved in that situation.

I myself am diagnosed with chronic anxiety, and even so, I didn't feel affected by the way I wrote. In fact, I described how I feel during MY anxiety attacks.

In no way did I make fun of the situation Matt went through, in fact, my intention in writing this story was to explore Matt's complexity and show how he deals with real problems, such as anxiety. It was a way to give more depth to his situation during the tour and highlight the importance of the emotional support he receives from "Y/N". It was not my intention to mock him, but rather to explore his humanity and the challenges he faced, and I know with all the certainty in the world that I did not mock him, much less affect the people who read the story.

Please, I ask you to reevaluate the need to throw hate at a person who has nothing to do with your outside the box opinions of what WRITERS ON THE STURNIOLO'S TUMBLR should or shouldn't write about.

There are thousands of posts on Instagram and TikTok from "fans" really mocking Matt and throwing hate at him about "their bad experiences" during one of the shows, these are the people you should be giving a piece of your mind to, not me. 🩷