#don't have arms don't stop opposition scoring i would just give up

[richarlisonny]

"stopping a goalscoring opportunity is a cardable offense" and what else is a defender supposed to do exactly

[alesandraelin]

𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚢 - 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚊!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

description: the aftermath of the London derby

warning: smut, 18+ only

The roar of the crowd filled the air as the two teams took the field, the fierce rivalry between Arsenal and Chelsea took place at Stamford bridge. Leah scanned the pitch, her eyes locking with yours, Chelsea's best winger. Your gazes held a mixture of intensity and affection, it was never easy but it was your jobs.

The whistle blew, and the game was on. Both teams fought fiercely, each determined to gain the upper hand. Leah lead Arsenal's defence, making crucial tackles. Your lighting pace and precision being a constant threat to their backline.

As the match wore on, the tension mounted. Neither side was willing to give an inch. Then, in the 80th minute, you pounced on a loose ball and raced towards goal. Leah, in a desperate attempt to stop you, lunged in with a sliding tackle. The referee blew her whistle, signalling a penalty to Chelsea.

You stepped up, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew Leah would be devastated if you scored. But this was a derby, and the stakes were high. With a deep breath, you struck the ball, sending it past the goalkeeper and into the top left corner of the goal. Stamford Bridge was instantly filled with the roar of the Chelsea fans and the groans of their opposition. Your teammates immediately running over to you in celebration.

The final whistle blew 20 minutes later, and the Chelsea players erupted in celebration. Torn between joy and guilt, you sought out Leah. You found you partner sitting on the bench, head in her hands.

Gently, you approached, placing a hand on Leah's shoulder."Babe, I'm so sorry," You whispered, your voice laced with emotion.

Leah looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Don't," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just leave me alone."

You opened your mouth to speak, but Leah cut you off. "I need some space," she said, turning away.

You watched helplessly as Leah walked away, your heart breaking for the woman she loved. You knew Leah took losses hard, but this was different. This was personal.

Chelsea celebrated their victory long into the night. you, however, couldn't fully enjoy the moment. Your mind kept drifting back to Leah, wondering if she was okay.

As the party wound down, You made your way back to the apartment you shared with Leah, Jess dropping you home. You hesitated before unlocking the door, unsure of what you would find on the other side.

When you opened the door, you find Leah sitting on the couch, her eyes red from crying.

"Hey," You say softly, sitting down next to her.

"Hey," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.We sat in silence for a moment, the tension thick.

You wanted to reach out and hold her, but you weren't sure if she would welcome your touch. "I'm sorry," you finally said.

Leah nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "I just... I feel like I let the team down. I shouldn't have gone in like that, I let the team down and I could've injured you."

You moved closer to her, wrapping your arms around her. "It's not your fault, babe. You played your heart out. Results will not always be how you want. I'm perfectly fine."

Leah leaned into your embrace and she looked up at you, her eyes shining with love and gratitude. "I love you" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too, Leah," you replied, pressing your lips to hers in a tender kiss.

As your kiss deepened, you felt the tension melt away, replaced by a burning desire. Leah's hands roamed your body, igniting a fire within you. You stumbled to the bedroom, both of your clothes falling to the floor in a trail.

Leah's anger melted away. "I'm feeling a bit... frustrated." Her eyes darkened with desire as she pulled you closer, your bodies fitting together perfectly despite your differences. "And I think you should help me with that."

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the familiar spark of arousal ignite within you. Leah's dominant nature always sent shivers down your spine "Of course, anything for you," you whispered, your voice husky with need.

Leah growled softly, her hands grasping your hips possessively. She lowered her head, her lips trailing along your jawline, down to the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder. "Get on the bed, baby," she murmured, her hot breath tickling your ear. "I want to taste you."

You whimpered, already dripping with anticipation. You did as you were told, climbing onto the bed and positioning yourself comfortably on the soft sheets. Leah joined you, kneeling between your thighs, her eyes glittering with lust as she took in the sight before her.

Leah ran her hands along your thighs, spreading them wider to expose your core. She leaned in, inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal before parting your lips with her thumbs and pressing her mouth to the pulsing heat within.

You gasped at the first touch of Leah's tongue, moaning as your lover lapped at her juices, swirling her tongue around your clit before plunging it deep inside you. Leah knew exactly how to drive her wild, and she took her time, teasing and tasting, drawing out your pleasure until you were writhing and begging for release.

"Please, Leah," you panted, your fingers tangling in Leah's hair. "I'm so close. Don't stop."

Leah hummed in response, the vibrations sending you over the edge. You cried out, back arching off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you, waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Leah rode out the storm, her mouth bringing you back down.

"I wanna use the strap on you baby." Leah whispered in your ear as she hovered above you again.

A shiver ran down your spine at Leah's words, and she reached for the nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. She poured some onto her fingers, rubbing it between her palms to warm it up before reaching down to stroke your swollen core.

You moaned, spreading your legs wider to give Leah better access. Leah teased you, circling her fingers around your sensitive clit before sliding two fingers deep inside you, scissoring them to stretch her open. "You like that, baby?" she whispered, leaning down to nibble on your ear.

"Mm Leah please." You practically begged as she teased you.

Hearing your plea, Leah wasted no time. She reached for the strap-on that you had bought for these very occasions and buckled it around her waist, adjusting the harness until it fit snugly.

She positioned herself between your spread thighs, taking a moment to admire the view. You looked breathtaking, eyes closed, chest rising and falling with each rapid breath, your pussy glistening with need. Leah wanted to take her time, but the sight before her was too much to bear.

She guided the tip of the dildo to your entrance, pushing slowly inside, inch by inch, until she was buried to the hilt. Leah groaned and your back arched as you felt yourself stretched and filled. "Move, Leah," You moan.

Leah didn't need to be told twice. She began to thrust, slowly at first, but soon picking up the pace as your moans filled the room. She watched as her cock disappeared into your body, again and again, the wet, sucking sounds filling the air. Leah's clit catching on the base of the strap with each and every thrust, her moans being drawn out alongside yours.

Your legs wrapped around her waist as she picked up the pace. "Fuck Leah. Don't stop, I'm close." You moan as Leah speeds up even more at your words, your orgasm quickly approaching.

You threw your head back as your were finally pushed over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Leah carefully removed herself and discarded the strap to be dealt with later.

Finally, you collapsed back onto the bed, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Leah crawled up beside you, a smug smile on her face. "Feeling better?" she asked, her voice laced with satisfaction.

You nodded, a lazy smile on your face. "Mmm, much. But now it's my turn to take care of you." She rolled over, straddling Leah's hips and looking down at her with a mischievous glint in her eye. "What do you say, Leah? Do you want me to make you feel good too?"

Leah's eyes darkened with desire, and she reached up to pull you down for a passionate kiss. "Please baby, I need you." Leah tells you.

That was all you needed so begin as your un hooked yourself from her waist and started pressing soft kisses down her chest, trailing down her stomach before pressing a harder kiss on her clit. This drew a soft moan from the blonde below you.

You wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked softly as her moans grew louder, you trailed down from her clit to her entrance. You tongue moving passionately on her, hitting that spot that drove her absolutely crazy.

You could tell she was getting close as she tugged at the roots of your hair. You mouth returned to suck and flick on her clit as two fingers entered her. Leah's deep moans were like music to your ears as she told you she was close. You fingers and tongue speeding up as she reached her peak, you lapped up all of her bliss and brought her back down from her high.

You moved away from her legs and attached yourself to her body, arms wrapping around her shoulders. "I love you Le." You mumble into her shoulder tiredly, her hands running up and down your back soothingly.

"I love you more baby. I'm sorry for almost hurting you my love" Leah kissed the top of your head lovingly, clinging onto you like a lifeline as your soft snores replaced the staggered breathing.

[lilacmingi]

OPPOSITES ATTRACT

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with ne ir any of my works.

Pairing: Gryffindor!Jongho x Slytherin!fem reader

Word count: 4,408

Note: Final installment in the Hogwarts AU series! If you don’t know, the Hogwarts imagines for the other members are linked at the end! Reminder that this is an imagine from my Wattpad from 2023 so there will not be extra parts or continuations

Jongho wizzed through the air, holding the Quaffle close to him as he zoomed towards the opposing team's hoops, successfully tossing the ball through the goal, scoring yet again for Gryffindor.

"Yes!" You cheered only to quickly clamp your hand over your mouth afterwards, your outburst earning you some glances from your fellow housemates.

Maybe next time you should sit with the Gryffindors—then again, you'd stand out like a sore thumb. It was hard not to cheer for Jongho. He's the best quidditch player on the whole team, watching him is enough to put you on the edge of your seat. Yes, you two are from opposing houses, but you're the best of friends and you don't let old rivalries stop you from hanging out together.

The game came to a close and Gryffindor took the victory as expected. You had to keep your excitement at bay as you exited the stands to meet with your friend on the ground, holding it in long enough to part ways with the rest of your house.

Jongho approached you looking oh-so-handsome as usual, a thin layer of sweat on his face giving him a post-victory glow.

"That was awesome!" You squeaked.

"It was nothing." He huffed.

"Nothing? Every time I watch you play I'm on the edge of my seat. Honestly, there was a couple times I wasn't sure you'd score, but you pulled through every time."

His warm laughter filled the air as his cheeks turned pink, though that could have just been from all the activity out on the field.

"You act like I'm the best player on the team."

"You are!" You said enthusiastically, giving him a light punch on the arm. "We should celebrate your victory."

"By doing what?"

"We could go to Hogsmeade and grab a butterbeer." You suggested. "My treat."

Jongho's eyes lit up.

He loved butterbeer. You could remember the first time he tried it, the fond memory replaying in your head.

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

That heart-melting gummy smile of his broke out on his face as he nodded.

"Sounds good."

You and Jongho had been friends from day one, literally. You met on the train to Hogwarts and he was nervous as ever. He had only just recently found out there was magic in his family lineage and wasn't sure what to expect at Hogwarts as he had only found out it's existence a few weeks prior to the start of he school year.

"I don't know anything about this place and I'm nervous to be away from home for so long."

"There's nothing to be nervous about. You'll have fun, trust me." You told him. "I've been looking forward to this for a whole year. My older cousin told me they have entire feasts at Hogwarts. There's all sorts of food lined up on these really long tables that stretch across almost the entirety of the room."

"Wow. That sounds much better than instant ramen."

"Instant? Muggles have instant ramen?" You asked with wide eyes.

"Oh. It's not instant, it's just made in a shorter amount of time. We don't have magic so we have meals that can be made easily."

"Ooh. How long does it take?"

"Usually about three minutes unless you want to add extra stuff or cook your noodles longer."

"Three minutes is still really quick." You responded. "That's amazing."

"I guess it is." He chuckled.

Jongho thought so-called "muggle" things weren't special. After all, it's just how he goes about daily life, but seeing your reaction was amusing to him.

The both of you became friends very quickly during the duration of the train ride. You even sat together at the sorting hat ceremony, where you briefly explained what would occur.

"I hope we get into the same house together." You remember Jongho saying.

Unfortunately, you got sorted into different houses, you in Slytherin and him in Gryffindor, but that didn't bother you, nor did it stop the both of you from spending time together.

You and Jongho signed up to take a muggle appreciation class together where you paired up with each other since the professor wanted muggles or half-bloods to pair with purebloods. That was one of your favorite classes. You enjoyed learning about how muggles got through everyday life without magic as well as some of the things they had that you didn't, like pens, you found those to be quite fascinating. Your professor had a few and allowed everyone to try them out to see what they thought. You loved the pen and wondered why the school never used them instead of quills.

"You did so good at the game yesterday." You told Jongho.

He smiled, looking down bashfully. "Thanks."

"You're the best quidditch player at Hogwarts." You continued praising him.

Jongho was visibly holding back a bright grin, doing his best to keep it concealed as he fiddled with the packaging of his chocolate frog he purchased from the candy trolley.

"I get so caught up in the game. I'm sure my housemates want to kick me out." You chuckled.

He had seen you cheering him on many times before, even when Slytherin was against Gryffindor. It warmed his heart that you always cheered for him despite being in opposing houses and seeing you in the stands always gave him an energy boost during quidditch games, but he would never say it aloud.

Once you arrived at Hogsmeade, you couldn't contain your excitement, rushing Jongho off the train. He was fairly excited as well, but he wanted to keep his cool, putting on a calm exterior as he followed behind you through the metal archway with the town name on it.

Jongho's eyes glimmered in wonderment as he gazed at all the shops like it was his first time seeing them.

"Here we are." You announced, looking up at the sign for The Three Broomsticks.

Jongho was quick to step ahead of you and hold the door open. It was a small gesture but it made your heart flutter. Stepping inside the tavern, the both of you made your way to the bar, seating yourselves on the wooden stools that lined it. Someone came around shortly and took your orders before grabbing a couple glass steins, filling them with the sweet amber liquid you and Jongho came for.

"Two butterbeers." The barkeep said, setting the glasses down.

You rummaged in your bag and placed enough coins on the tabletop to pay for the beverages.

"Hey." Jongho frowned in disappointment, his hand halfway shoved in his pocket from trying to dig out money to pay himself.

"It's my treat." You smiled, lifting your stein up. "We're celebrating your big win, after all."

Jongho raised his large mug as well, clinking it with yours before taking a few large gulps of the butterscotch-flavored beverage.

Jongho let out an ahh sound, setting his glass down on the bar top. You chuckled softly at the foam that clung to his upper lip which made him look even more adorable than usual.

"What?" He inquired.

"You've got a little something here." You gestured on your own face.

"Oh." He laughed, his ears turning a light shade of pink as he grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth.

"You got hit pretty hard by that one chaser on Slytherin. I thought you were going to get knocked off your broom. Are you alright?"

Jongho instinctively rubbed his shoulder while thinking back on the moment he got rammed in the side by one of Slytherin's chasers the day before.

"Yeah I'm fine. A little sore, but he didn't hit me that hard. It's nothing I can't handle."

You shook your head and stifled a laugh.

Jongho was a tough cookie and a strong person both mentally and physically, but that didn't stop you from checking up on him.

"So, should we shop while we're here?" You inquired before taking another drink of your butterbeer.

You could see the faintest hint of a smile playing at Jongho's lips. He loved Hogsmeade and always seemed so entranced by what it had to offer. Even after all these years you can still see how mesmerized he is by everything.

"We could... you know since we're in town." He responded.

"Alright. We can go wherever you want."

His face lit up at your offer.

Once your glasses had been emptied and your craving for butterbeer had been satiated, you and Jongho set off into Hogsmeade to browse the shops and see what grabbed your attention.

"Could we go into Spintwitches?" He asked you in an almost unsure manner, but you could tell by the gleam in his eye that he really wanted to go.

"Of course. Like I said, we'll go wherever you want."

As soon as you stepped foot in the sporting goods shop, you could see Jongho's face brighten, his eyes darting to all the different displays inside.

"Check it out." He marveled, scurrying over to one of the brooms on display.

Your eyes moved to the card set up with the name written across it.

"Hogwarts House Broom." You read aloud.

"It's enchanted to display the house colors of the owner." Jongho informed.

"Woah."

"Yeah. It's pretty awesome, isn't it?"

You nodded.

Though you were a pureblood wizard and Jongho was muggle-born, he seemed to have much more knowledge on quidditch than you. He knew anything and everything about types of brooms and what they do, whereas you didn't.

"This one can go up to seventy miles per hour." He pointed. "It's called the Silver Arrow. You see how the broom itself is made to look like an arrow?"

You nodded.

Honestly, you could listen to Jongho talk about brooms all day just to be able to see the enthusiastic expression on his face. Often times you find yourself thinking back on the day you first met him and how nervous he was to be attending Hogwarts. Now, he fits right in.

Jongho continued spouting off facts about each broom while you both perused the store for a few more minutes before deciding to move on.

"Where to next?" He inquired.

"How about Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop?"

He nodded and you both made your way in that direction.

Upon entering the quaint shop, the scent of parchment and ink reached your senses, a content smile settling onto your features. Displayed on the shelves were different quills that ranged in appearance. Some had fluffy, white feathers while others were flat with patterns on them. Your attention was drawn to a stunning peacock quill, the vibrant array of colors piquing your interest.

You had always been drawn to the captivating quill ever since you enrolled at Hogwarts years ago. Though with its flamboyant appearance, you had passed on buying one, not wanting to cause a distraction during class.

"I never really cared for quills." Jongho commented. "They're difficult to use and you have to keep dipping it in ink."

"Yeah, I can't understand why the school would still want to use them when there are things like pens."

"Ah." He chuckled, thinking back on when your professor for muggle appreciation class allowed everyone to try one out. "You were mesmerized by those things."

"How could I not be? They're much more convenient than a quill. You don't have to constantly dip it in ink."

"Stopping to dip your quill in ink seems like a waste of time if you think about how many times you have to do it during one class period." Jongho mentioned.

"Exactly!" You pointed. "I didn't even think about that."

A small laugh of amusement slipped out of Jongho as he shook his head. Seeing you getting fired up about pens versus quills was entertaining to him.

Moving right along, you started browsing the parchment and notebooks stacked on a shelf. One in particular had caught your eye and had you walking over to it, picking it up from the stack. You ran the pads of your fingers over the intricate embossed design in the leather of the notebook, tracing the swirls and curls on the cover. You enjoyed journaling and writing down good and exciting things that have happened to you, even sometimes writing down bad things just to vent your emotions. The pages in the current notebook you owned were only halfway filled, so there was no need to purchase the one you held in your hands, but it sure was pretty. Maybe you'd come back for it later when you needed a new journal.

You proceeded to the next display, perusing the items for a few moments before noticing Jongho's absence. He was standing with you when you first entered the store, but now you weren't sure where he had wandered off to.

After searching the shop for about a minute, you found Jongho looking at an inkwell filled with rainbow ink, turning the small glass jar around in his hand with a confused pout on his pretty lips that had your heart doing front flips.

"Do people actually use this?" He asked once you were close enough to hear him.

"Only for fun or pranks. It's not really suitable for classwork."

"Ah." He placed it back on the shelf. "People here seem to love their jokes. Prank quills, prank socks, a prank shop."

"Yeah." You chuckled. "Some people do. You'd be surprised how good business is at Zonko's."

"Are you ready to go?" Jongho asked, looking to see that you didn't have anything in your hands.

"Yeah. I didn't find anything."

"Alright. Moving on, then."

Your day at Hogsmeade was a lot of fun. You had stayed in town so long that you decided to grab lunch. Unfortunately, you weren't quick enough and Jongho had paid for your meal, which you shyly thanked him for. At the end of the day, you each left town with a bag of sweet treats from Honeydukes and a new piece of clothing from Gladrags. Jongho found a nice jacket and you managed to snag a pair of pants you had your eye on for a while.

"Thanks for taking me out today." Jongho told you on your walk back to the school.

"It was nothing. I wanted to celebrate your big win, plus I needed a day out. Can't be focused on studies all the time."

"Right." He chuckled.

Once inside the castle, the both of you parted ways to head to your respective dormitories, Jongho standing in the hallway for a moment, watching you walk away.

I should have said something. He thought to himself. It would have been the perfect opportunity. He let out a short huff of disappointment.

Maybe next time.

Jongho took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his racing heart. He had gone over everything at least a hundred times.

"Just say what you need to say. It's no big deal."

Gryffindors were supposed to be courageous and brave, but Jongho was currently lacking that trait. He wanted so badly to confess his feelings to you, but all he could think about was the many ways you'd reject him:

"I only see you as a friend."

"I like someone else."

"I'm sorry. I don't feel the same."

"I don't date muggles."

He groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. It shouldn't be this big of a deal.

If only he had something that could help him out, give him that little boost of courage he needed.

Then, suddenly, a lightbulb went off in his head. A bravery potion. That's it! He knew how to make that. He just learned it a few weeks ago in potions class. Pulling out his cauldron, he went through the ingredients he remembered were used in the concoction, pulling them out and lining them along the desk.

Less than an hour later, he held a glass bottle in his hands, swirling the liquid around inside while examining it. He had never taken a potion before and was a little nervous, but he needed this. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to confess properly unless he had just a little bit of courage.

"I hope this works." He murmured before downing the potion.

You were walking down the hallway when Jongho came around the corner with a little pep in his step. It was evening and classes were over for the day, so you assumed that's why he appeared so chipper.

"There you are, pretty."

Your body stiffened, your heart leaping at the unexpected nickname.

"Pretty?" You whispered under your breath.

As soon as you were within reach, Jongho took hold of your hand and rubbed his thumb affectionately across your knuckles.

"I'm glad I found you. We need to talk."

"We do?" You questioned. "About what?"

"Follow me."

Jongho led you down the stone corridors of the castle until you arrived at a somewhat secluded area of the school that was, for the moment, free of any students or teachers.

"Is everything alright?" You asked, mildly concerned that he needed to discuss something serious with you.

"You're so beautiful." He sighed out, ignoring your question. "Have I ever told you that?"

Your eyes widened as a faint warmth touched your cheeks. "No."

"You are. Y/n, you are so stunning."

What's with the sudden compliments?

Jongho gazed at you dreamily. "You make my heart race every time I'm near you and when I see you in the crowd at quidditch games cheering for me, it makes me feel so giddy I can't even explain it. Sometimes I wish I could run up to you after a successful game and kiss you. I'd lift you off your feet and spin you around just like in the movies."

"Jongho." You uttered in disbelief.

"I love you so much, Y/n."

You could see the look in his eyes and tell by the way he was sputtering all of these confessions that something wasn't right.

"Are you okay?" You asked him.

"I'm fine." He giggled. "Better than ever."

You pressed your lips together in concern, cupping his cheeks to examine him.

"Please kiss me, Y/n."

You gasped softly at the request, your cheeks set ablaze. Oh how you wanted to give in. You wanted so badly to lock lips with him right then and there, but this wasn't right.

"What did you do, Jongho?" You asked.

"My name sounds so nice coming from your mouth, pretty." He sighed out.

"Jongho."

He giggled in response.

"What did you take?"

He reached into his bag and pulled out an empty bottle, handing it to you. You brought it to your nose, sniffing it, the scent of bubblegum reaching your senses.

Babbling Beverage.

"Jongho." You groaned. "What have you done?"

"It's a bravery potion, Y/n. No need to worry." He smiled almost drunkenly.

"This isn't a bravery potion, this is a Babbling Beverage. It makes you speak nonsense."

He scoffed in offense. "I'm not speaking nonsense."

"Come here." You brought him over to the corner of the secluded hallway, so you'd have a little more privacy.

"Are you mad at me?" Jongho asked.

"No, but why did you do it?"

"I wanted to confess to you but I was too scared. Isn't that silly? You told me Gryffindors are brave, and I usually am, but not today." He rested his head against the wall. "I needed something to help me so I brewed a bravery potion—or at least I thought it was."

"You... wanted to confess to me?"

"Yes. I like you so much, Y/n. You're so beautiful and funny and kind and you made me feel so welcomed on that very first train ride to Hogwarts. You were the first friend I ever made."

Your heart swelled with adoration at his words. Though he was under the influence of a potion, his words seemed genuine.

Jongho took his bag off, letting it fall to the ground as he stepped closer to you.

"I want to kiss you so badly." He murmured.

"I'm not sure that's a good ide-" Your sentence went unfinished as he gently took your chin between his thumb and index finger.

Staring into his captivating eyes, you found yourself wanting to give in, your gaze darting down to his pouty lips and imagining how soft they probably felt. Having his face so dangerously close to yours had you wanting to throw caution to the wind.

"Can I?" He asked.

The tone of his voice was so soft yet temping at the same time. Without mulling it over any further, you nodded.

Jongho didn't let another second pass before his lips landed on yours—and yes, they were soft. Right away, you reciprocated his actions, kissing him back with just as much fervor.

His fingers released your chin, moving to the back of your neck to pull you even closer, the action also causing your lips to press further into his. You could feel every dip and curve of his mouth, the sensation making your closed eyelids flutter. Your hands, which had been balled into fists at your sides, latched onto his shoulders, staying there for only a few moments before your fingers slid into his hair. Jongho's arm snaked its way around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. You gasped at his action, noting how strong he was and how tightly he was holding you against him with just one arm.

It was clear Jongho was starting to get comfortable as his kisses got more heated and somewhat sloppy. He began nipping lightly at your bottom lip, letting out quiet sighs when your nails grazed the nape of his neck.

"Keep doing that, pretty." He exhaled against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine and a rush of butterflies to your abdomen.

You boldly grabbed a handful of his hair and gave it an experimental tug, a quiet groan from him vibrating against your lips immediately after. His hand that was cupping the back of your neck dropped to your waist, squeezing your hip tightly. He then took a step forward, backing you against the stone wall behind you.

"You have no idea how long I've dreamt of this." He murmured, placing a kiss on your jawline

Heavy breaths escaped your lips, your chest heaving up and down while attempting to catch your breath. You had no idea Jongho could kiss so passionately... or boldly, and you were pleasantly surprised by this discovery.

"You're not the only one." You confessed.

He lifted his head to meet your gaze.

"I'm not?"

"No."

Jongho knew when you kissed back that it more than likely meant you felt the same about him as he does you, but hearing you practically confess had him reeling. He wanted to hear more.

"It's probably obvious at this point, but I'm head over heels for you, Jongho."

Still under the influence of the potion, Jongho blurted the first thought in his head.

"I love the way you say my name."

His lips were on yours again, hot and heavy. His kisses were desperate and fast-paced, making you weak in the knees. The Babbling Beverage made one speak nonsense and didn't have an effect on how they kissed, so this was all Jongho.

Your fingers curled around the collar of his robes, fisting the fabric in desperation while he practically devoured you.

It was at that moment, your foot bumped something on the floor which caused you to part ways. Glancing down, you found Jongho's bag that had been discarded only a few moments earlier lying on its side with something sticking out of it.

"What's this?" You asked, reaching for the object that had fallen out of his bag. It was wrapped in brown paper with twine tied around the it, a sprig of lavender tucked into the bow knotted neatly in the middle.

"Oh." The look on his face told you that it was something you weren't supposed to see.

The effects of the potion seemed to be wearing off as he dropped his head into his hands, letting out a groan of frustration.

"I was supposed to give that to you first, before I confessed." He grumbled, his voice muffled by his palms.

When he lifted his head, he saw that you were smiling.

"You got me something?"

"Yeah, but I messed it all up. I had a plan. Give you the gift, then confess. That stupid potion." He muttered the last part.

He only wanted something to give him a tiny boost of courage and instead he made the wrong thing and made himself babble like a fool. Then again, he did have an incredible makeout session with you, so did everything really go wrong?

"Here." He picked up the item and handed it to you.

You carefully took the gift from him, running your fingertips over the lavender.

"You wrapped it yourself?"

He nodded, holding his hands behind his back and rocking back on his heels.

Plucking the sprig of lavender out of the twine, you undid the knot and pulled back the wrapping. Inside was the leather-bound journal you were admiring at Scrivenshaft's just a day ago.

A quiet gasp left your lips. "How did you know?"

As far as you were aware, Jongho had been looking at inkwells when you were perusing the journals.

"I saw you eyeing it in the shop." He responded, holding back a grin, clearly proud of himself.

"You didn't have to."

"I know."

"Thank you." You embraced him in a one-armed hug. "Also, don't worry about how things went today. I think everything turned out perfect. And if I'm being honest, I really enjoyed that little kiss we shared."

"Little?" He raised a brow.

"Okay, not so little."

"I'd be happy to do it again." He grinned, leaning forward only for you to press your finger to his lips, halting his actions.

"Maybe later. I heard some voices down the hall a few seconds ago. Don't wanna get caught."

He pouted, his pillowy lips pressing against your index finger. Unable to resist his puffed out cheeks and pleading eyes, you let out a short sigh, caving immediately.

"We can go to the library. We're less likely to get caught there."

Jongho nodded vigorously in agreement, taking your hand and pulling you down the corridors towards the library, eager to lock lips with you once again.

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i hate you, i love you - lee heeseung

THIS FANFIC CONTAINS SMUT !! PROCEED READING AT YOUR OWN RISK

contains - fem!sub!reader, softdom!heeseung, established relationship, jealousy, slut-shaming/degradation (but in a fluffy, more teasing way), fingering, hee is just a tease(let me know if i missed anything!)

author's note - this is a scrap story which i tried to save T^T ik the end doesn't run as smoothly as it should but i spent an HOUR trying to fix this horrible fic and i really just wanted to be done with it =-= IM SO SORRY HEESEUNG STANS

word count - 1.1k

heeseung smiled at your horrible acting.

you were sprawled across the bed, quite obviously pretending to be asleep out of spite. you had purposely laid your head on his side of the bed, thinking it would annoy him.

but the response was quite the opposite. heeseung found it cute how you got so petty over him coming home late. he laid down beside you, resting his head on the little pillow space you had provided him with, looking down at your face.

"hi baby~" he greeted you warmly, wondering how long it would take tonight for you to crack. the longest you'd ever lasted with this act was two minutes. would you beat your high score tonight? probably not. "i missed you."

your eyelids fluttered as you were clearly struggling to keep them shut with how close he was. you could feel his warm breath trickling against your skin as he tucked some loose hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek and kissing your forehead.

"you're so bad at this, you know that?" he murmured against your skin, putting his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. you would crack any second now.

aaaand just as he'd expected. a whine left your lips as you finally opened your eyes you tried to pull yourself away from his hug.

"hm? i thought you were sleeping." he teased. you realised his arms were too strong to escape from, giving up on that and instead opting to turn around so your back was against his chest.

"shut up. i'm mad at you."

"i'm sorry babyyyy~" he drawled out his words, kissing your shoulder as a form of apology, "i had a lot a of work, i came back as early as i possibly could!"

"you're two hours late."

"babyy~" he whined. you crossed your arms.

"you're not forgiven. i hate you."

"you hate me? come on, hate is a strong word!"

"go to sleep heeseung." you grumbled, finally escaping his warmth and scooting over your side of the bed. except, heeseung followed you, turning you around and hugging you again despite all of your winging and protests, putting a hand on the back of your head.

"i hate it when we fight, y/n."

"then stop coming home so late all the time. i wouldn't be so mad if this was just the first time."

"i know baby. i really am sorry. as i said, i try my hardest to be home for you but some days it can't be helped."

"well maybe if you weren't such an attention whore for all the other girls at your workplace you wouldn't have so much to do after hours." you grumbled.

heeseung looked down at you in shock. you had never, ever said anything like that to him. you were a sweet angel most the time. a sweet angel who was constantly afraid of asking for what you wanted. and he absolutely adored that side of you.

but this new side. this new, confident, jealous side, he could get used to.

heeseung let out a low chuckle.

"i'm an attention whore baby?" he asked innocently, tilting his head to the side, "that wasn't a very nice thing to say, was it? are you really that mad at me princess?"

you nodded. he smiled at you. adorable.

"hmm, but i don't think i'm the attention whore here, darling." he said, cupping your face and making you look up at him, "not when you've been posting so many slutty photos of yourself."

"n-not a slut." you argued. you gasped when his hand cupped your heat.

"not a slut?" he repeated sarcastically, middle finger pushing into your clothed clit, a soft whimper escaping you.

you shook your head, lip quivering as he kissed your temple. he ignored your ego, slipping his hand under the waistband of your tracksuit, circling your entrance with the pad of his single digit.

you buried your face in his chest, squeezing your thighs together.

"it's okay sweetheart. i don't mind looking after a needy little whore like you."

"h-heeseungie." you whispered, gripping onto his shirt.

"tell me princess." he said softly, pushing one slender digit into you.

"l-love you."

"you love me?" he smirked, "that can't be right. what happened to hating me? have you gone dumb already? i just put my finger inside of you."

you felt your head go fuzzy, not responding to his question as he pushed another finger into you.

"i love you too baby. i love you so so so much." he curled his fingers upwards, making you arch your back.

"fingers feel so good." you mumbled, keening into his chest, putting your arms around him, moans which escaped from you muffled against his white button-up.

"you're doing so well for me," heeseung said, going a little faster when he saw you adjusting to the pace he was at.

you couldn't help but grumble at the barrier of his shirt, stopping you from touching him properly. you gripped onto the top button of the shirt, pulling it back a little to signal at what you wanted. heeseung almost laughed at how pathetically adorable you were.

"what, you want me to unbutton my shirt? weren't you the one calling me a whore baby?"

you bit the inside of your cheek and looked up at him innocently. this time he really laughed.

"go on, unbutton it for me sweetheart."

he thrusted his fingers in and out of you even faster now, watching as you struggled to contain yourself as you undid each of the buttons. you let a soft mewl past your lips when you were content with what you'd done, looking back up at him as he leaned in and claimed your lips with his.

it hadn't even hit you how quickly your climax was approaching until it was just mere moments before arriving. you suddenly held onto his bicep as your pupils dilated from the sensation.

"seungie, m' gonna-"

before you could complete the sentence your orgasm hit you hard, moans and whines of heeseung's name and incoherent babbles leaving you as he gave you soft pecks and helped you ride it out.

"good job, good girl baby." he whispered, pulling his now essence soaked fingers out of you. he put them in front of your lips, watching as your mouth enveloped and sucked the digits clean, eyelids dropping and threatening to close, "did you have dinner princess?" he asked gently in your ear. you nodded and hummed as he took his fingers out of your mouth, "alright then, sleep well. i love you."

you closed your eyes as he encased your body in a warm hug, pulling up the comforter so that the both of your bodies were covered.

maybe him coming home late wasn't such a bad thing.

[gerryrigged]

dick&tim, jaytim - the favorite

sort of sideways to my dicktim jaytim 'the girls are fightinggg' post, but -

look even in a world where DickTim genuinely isn't a thing it would be so funny for Dick to get increasingly perturbed watching JayTim get closer. He doesn't even clock that they're flirting - he pays a bunch of lip service to appreciating Tim's efforts to bring Jason closer to the family, but in private he corners Tim like,

"So you and Jason are getting along really well huh? Spending a lot of time together. Hanging out. Buddying it up, you might say."

And Tim's a lil nervous because he thinks Dick knows they're fucking and he's 100% sure that Dick is going to be a nightmare about it, so he's like, "Uh, yeah, we've been working on some cases. It's going pretty well… He's not so bad, really."

And Dick just puts his hands on Tim's shoulders gravely like, "Just be honest with me, Timmy."

Tim gulps.

Dick's hands tighten, and his eyebrows crease in distress.

"Am I neglecting you as your big brother? Are you shopping for a new favorite? I can do better, I swear - hey, let's go to the retro arcade this weekend and break all of our old Batman Pinball scores!"

Tim thinks he's joking and cracks up a little but is gob-smacked when it turns out Dick is like Actually Upset, lol. It's so simultaneously endearing, hilarious and ridiculous that Tim's face must do something pretty weird, because Dick worriedly asks if he's alright.

Tim legitimately has to reassure Dick that he remains Tim's favorite brother.

"Not that the demon brat gives you much competition," he jokes.

Dick smiles a bit, obviously relieved, but does add, "I mean, technically Jason is also your brother - you've both been adopted by Bruce - "

And Tim very firmly is like, "Nope, nope, nope, the zombie undead have no legal status; I only have one older brother and that's you."

Dick relaxes a bit, but continues to playfully argue the point, given that he still sort of sees Jason as his younger brother. He relaxes further with every exaggeratedly disgusted face Tim makes.

Tim tells Jason about it later and has to whack him repeatedly with a pillow in embarrassment when Jason nearly dies in a laughing fit.

Jason has never had a single iota of brotherly feeling toward Tim in his life - diametrically the opposite, actually, in both negative and positive directions at different points. But after this priceless revelation of brotherly insecurity he renews Dick's paranoia by hamming it up to insufferable levels whenever he knows Dick is around to notice.

Putting a chummy arm around Tim's shoulders; calling him "buddy" and "little bro"; condescendingly offering to like, play catch with him and educate him on the birds and the bees (Tim elbows him in the stomach for that one); making up recent trips to a ~certain arcade~ ("Our retro arcade?" Dick whispers, heartbroken. Tim is about to fold like a wet tissue but Jason hurriedly smothers his face in Jason's shoulder in the guise of a big-brotherly hug); even sacrificing a smidge of his stubborn familial rejection of Bruce by referring to him as 'OUR old man', though he carefully makes sure Bruce isn't in earshot.

Dick is just Gripped by resurgent Anxieties, lmao.

Tim considers putting a stop to it (his boyfriend even play-acting the older brother role is pretty gag-worthy tbh), but ultimately he doesn't because Dick deserves a little ribbing over this. Or a lot.

Master detective, honestly.

Until finally one night Tim is slow-riding Jason in one of Red Hood's apartments, smirking down at Jason's blissed-out face as he rolls his hips sensuously - when Tim glances up and just about has a heart attack seeing Nightwing's upside-down face sprout abruptly from the top of the window frame.

Dick: HOLY SHIT, YOU'RE JUST FUCKING, THANK CHRIST

Jason: WHAT THE -

Dick: oh my god this is such a weight off my mind you don't even know -

Jason, literally balls-deep in Tim: - will you fucking GET LOST, DICKHEAD, we're in the MIDDLE OF SOMETHING -

Dick: - I've been losing sleep, Tim, how could you let me think you were replacing me -

Tim, hands over his beet-red face: Dick could you just - look I'll call you later -

Jason, thrusting pointedly: THE FUCK YOU WILL, WE'RE BUSY, YOUR NIGHT IS BOOKED

Dick is still a little bit of a nightmare about it later, but not nearly as much as he otherwise would have been because he's so relieved to still be Tim's one and only Favorite Big Brother, lol.

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No matter how many times Haechan denies it, his friends would think the exact opposite. In the words of his good friend Huang Renjun, the reason why Haechan never shuts up is because he’s so in love with himself he just loves the sound of his own voice.

Rightfully so, Haechan always reasons out. Why would he not love it when he consistently scores high 90’s whenever they have karaoke nights. One game he know he doesn’t have to cheat his way into winning.

"Oh god, shut up please" Renjun groans

"What, I'm right though. If only I work out a bit more, I'm sure I can beat Jaemin on arm wrestling. Give me until the end of the year"

"I'd give good money to see that" Jaemin mumbles

"You'll bet on me right?" Haechan asks Renjun

"That's stupid, here why don't we make a bet. I bet you can't keep your mouth shut for the rest of the night" Renjun proposes, he knows just how competitive Haechan can get.

"If I win?"

"I'll be your personal slave for a week"

"Make it a month" Haechan negotiates, waiting for Renjun to say yes.

"Deal" Renjun says, knowing his friend would last 5 minutes. "If I win, you'll be my personal errand boy" Haechan rolls his eyes, acting like he's zipping his lips and throwing the key away.

"Goodluck with that" Jaemin laughs, waiting to see who wins. He knows Renjun would, Renjun is never wrong.

"Who needs another drink?" Jaemin asks, ready to stand up but Haechan stops him. "Oh, you haven't lost yet but since you're offering. I'll get 1 more beer" Jaemin tells him

"Same here, make that 2 more"

Haechan salutes to his friends before walking away, keeping his lips shut tight. If there's something Haechan loved more than his voice, it would be proving Renjun wrong.

He grabs four more beer cans from the cooler, trying to hold all in his hands. When he turns around he accidentally bumps against someone or something, losing his grip on some of the cans.

"Oh shit, sorry. Wait I'll get that"

Before Haechan could say anything, the other person was already leaning down to get it.

"Here, sorry again" standing straight back up you hand Haechan the cans, only to see him just looking at you

"Uh you okay?" you ask, he just nods

"Okay, well I'm gonna go now. Sorry again" you mumble then excused yourself, walking towards the other room. Haechan wanted to punch himself, he wanted to say something he should've said something.

He don't even know you and yet he was ready to lose the stupid bet with Renjun even if it meant he'll be a personal slave.

"Dude, I just bumped in with the prettiest girl I swear I need to find her. God that was stupid, I looked stupid I just stood there. I didn't even ask for her name. What the fuck was wrong with me, now I'll never find her again. What if I never find her again?"

Renjun and Jaemin just share a confused look while Haechan rambles on

"What the fuck are you going on about?"

"The mystery girl! My mystery girl! I let her get away" Haechan groans, slumping down on his previous seat sulking like a little child who didn't get to buy his favorite candy.

"You know you just spoke right?" Jaemin asks

"Fuck that, I already missed my chance" Haechan grumbles

"I'm sure you'll find her again. Now open that beer for me" Renjun says,

"Why don't you open it?" Haechan sneers at his friend

"Well I won right, why would I do things I'm fully capable of doing when I have you?" Renjun teases Haechan, taking one of the cans to open it only for the can to burst out

"Oh fucks sake" Haechan shouts while his two friends doubles over with laughter, tonight is definitely not his night.

Ever since that night, Haechan has been on the look out for his mystery girl. Hoping fate is on his side and he'd bump into you again but it's been two weeks and not a single sign of you.

"Dude, I'm dying here. Can't you help a friend out?" Haechan exaggeratedly says as he takes the seat beside Jaemin

"And what can I help you with? Finding your mystery girl?"

"You know her?"

"No"

"You should be nicer to me, I literally woke up for this. I don't see Renjun doing this for you" Haechan glares at Jaemin

"Can you just order coffee, please. We need to finish this report by 11" Jaemin brushes him off, too busy typing away on his laptop

He copies Jaemin's order mockingly as he makes his way to the counter. Busy scrolling on his phone, he didn't pay that much attention around him.

When he got to the counter, he orders for him and Jaemin only to find that he forgot his card. Again.

"Shit I don't have my card, can you wait a moment my friend's over there"

"Sorry can't hold orders" the cashier says

"I literally go here everyday, he's right there. I don't have cash on me"

"I got it, here's a 50" someone says from behind him, sliding the money on the counter which the cashier takes with a smile

"Thanks, here's your change" the cashier says, handing the change to you. Only then Haechan looks back to see you.

"It's you" he mumbles

At first you weren't sure he was talking to you, so you didn't notice. But then you feel someone's gaze on you, he seemed familiar but you can't quite place where you met him before.

"Have we met before?" you ask him

"yes, yea I mean yes at the party. You helped me with the beer"

"Oh, that was you. Hi, guess I saved you again" you joke

"Yea, thanks I owe you. Twice. I'll pay you back though, give me a moment" he leaves while you order

"Hey, give me money" Haechan tells Jaemin, his friend shoots him a confused look "Quick! I'll pay you back, okay thanks" he takes the money quickly before jogging back to where you were waiting for your order

"Here you go, and next time I'll buy you coffee. For you know the first time you saved me" he smiles at you, hoping it would work

"Don't mention it" you answered with a smile. Someone calls from the counter, guessing it was yours because you went to take it. Remembering your name this time.

"Wait uhm can I have your number?" he's never been nervous to ask someone their number but right now he can feel his palms get a bit sweaty.

"Haechan right?" he nods at your question

"I have a feeling we'll see each other again, I'll give it to you then" you smile then walk away.

"Why not now? What if we don't see each other for a long time?"

"Then you'll have something to look forward to, see you around Haechan"

Leaving Haechan to watch after you mesmerized.

He already knows he'd wait all day or week or no matter how long just to meet you again. It's like you got him under some spell.

Haechan walks back to their table, holding his and Jaemin's coffee.

"Why are you smiling like that? You're scaring me"

"You can't ruin my day. This is like the best day ever. Give me the handouts I'll do it" he tells Jaemin, taking the laptop from him and getting to work.

"Why why why did you drag me here?" Haechan grumbles as Renjun practically drags him by his sleeves to the art wing.

"Because I need to talk to Chenle about something and you're driving me home. But knowing you, you'd probably forget and leave me, so I'm taking you with me"

Renjun lets go of his sleeve to get his phone, "Yah Zhong Chenle, I'm here. What do you mean? Okay and? Fine what's her name?"

Haechan wasn't listening to the conversation, making himself busy by reading some random flyers on the wall when suddenly he hears another voice speak

"Hi, sorry are you Renjun?"

Haechan knows that voice, immediately he turns his head and there you were speaking to his friend

"Y/N?" Renjun asks, "It's you" Haechan mumbles

"Yea, here's Chenle's stuff. He left earlier and forgot about it. Good thing I was still here" you explain with a smile, both you and Renjun still oblivious to the boy smiling stupidly on the sidelines.

When you sensed someone looking at you, you looked over to the side to see Haechan already looking at you

"Hi, you're Haechan right?"

You remember him. You actually remember his name and you really did meet again. Haechan internally panics.

"You two know each other?" Renjun asks, you just nod your head. "Yea, I kinda saved him twice" you joke

Renjun looked back to his friend before looking at you again, "He's being weird, I think it's time to go. Thanks again" Renjun waves bye at you.

You say goodbye and watch him walk away, expecting Haechan to follow but he stayed behind

"You okay?" you ask

"You said you'd give your number when we meet again" he blinks at you, "I did?" you chuckled. You do recall telling him that, not expecting him to remember it though.

"Yea"

The two of you stared at each other, he was just about to say something again when suddenly you smile at him and it's like the wind got knocked out of his lungs.

He takes his phone out only to see it dead, he looks up at you like a kicked puppy. You can't help but giggle. You take a pen from your back pocket then you took his hand. Writing on the back of his palm as gently as you could, "There. Call me if you need saving again" you joke, "I guess I'll see around" you add before saying bye and walked back inside the room.

"Yah Lee Haechan! What are you doing?" Renjun shouts at his friend, breaking him from his stupor

"That was her! Renjun that was her!" He runs excitedly towards his friend, looking at your number written at the back of his hand

"Who? What the hell are you talking about?"

"That's the girl I've been talking about. This is fate, we met a few times now. And look she gave me her number"

Renjun has known Haechan for a long time, he has seen his friend in different situations but never once has he seen Haechan act like this. Be this excited, not even when he beats Jaemin when they play games. Or that time he won over Renjun when they played monopoly.

"Oh god, if this is how you act when you're in love please spare me"

The next time he sees you is during the town fair. Some of the fraternities and clubs from university participated in the booths so a lot of students were roaming around.

He has sent you a few texts since the last time he saw you and he could never get past the introductory stage. It's obvious he's attracted to you, but to him that's not enough. Being attracted to someone can just mean you like them physically, he wants to know you. What you like, what you don't like. How you drink your coffee in the morning, what your favorite song is and all of that.

It's kind of silly to be this invested over a girl he met only a few times but there's just something about you that enchants him.

And just like that, it's like the universe heard his thoughts. There you were standing amongst the crowd, like that slowmo moment in movies when everyone else disappears and all he can focus on is you. Before he can stop himself, he's already walking towards you.

"Hey" someone said from behind you, making you turn around.

"Oh hi, I haven't seen you around campus and we finally meet here" you smile at him and Haechan swore your smile is brighter than all the lights in this carvinal fair combined.

"Yea, been busy. Are you alone or are you with your friends?" he notices

"Just me, I asked Chenle to come but he said he has basketball training. He's my blockmate and friend"

He wanted to be your friend to, he wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be just someone to you. He thoughts.

"Have you gone on any of the rides?" he asks, you shook your head

"Want to come with? I can join you" he offers

"You sure, didn't you come with your friends?" you ask back

"Nah, I mean I did but I already lost them so I guess I'm coming with you. If that's okay"

"Sure, kinda afraid of that ferris wheel though" you say, pointing at the tallest ride.

"Noted, we won't even come near it. How about we just walk around and check out the booths?"

That's how you spend the next few hours, playing games, trying out the food and just having unexpected fun with this guy.

When the sun was just about to set, you stood by the barriers to watch it. Loving how the colors of the sky change, you admire it like it's the first time you're seeing this happen.

While your attention was on the sunset, the boy beside you was very captivated by you. Haechan couldn't tear his eyes off you. He pulls his phone out to capture the moment,

"What was that?"

"Mhm?"

"Did you just take a picture of me?" you ask him

"Yea" Haechan answers carefully, scared that he might have overstepped your boundaries. "Sorry, I should've asked first but you looked pretty. I mean the moment looked pretty so I uh yea" rubbing the back of his neck as he tries or more like fail to explain

Instead of getting mad at him, you just laugh. Smiling at the boy beside you. "That's a fine, the sunset is beatiful" you mumble

"I meant you" he said, "Huh, that's a first"

"Nobody has ever taken a picture of you?"

You shake your head before speaking "Being called pretty, even though you took it back a second after saying it" you tease him

Looking straight ahead again, watching the sun disappear from the horizon. From your periphery you can tell he was still looking at you, "I didn't it say so I can fish out more compliments from you, I just thought about it so I said it. I'm being cynical again, don't mind me"

"You're beautiful, you know? And I'm saying that because that's what I can only think of right now" he tells you, his eyes never leaving the side of your face. He was committing every detail to his memory, this moment can be one of new core memories.

"Can I see the picture you took?" you ask, changing the subject

"I'll post it, you can check it there. Don't worry, you look cute there" he says as he put his camera away

"Hey Hyuck, thank you for today. I was getting stressed with school, this was like a breath of fresh air" you tell him, resting your cheek against your arm.

He follows your actions, eyes staying on yours

"Anytime, you can call me anytime. It's always good to watch the sunset after a long day, reminds us that even the long hard days end"

"Yea, I like the sunset"

"I can be your sunset, when you have a tough day just call me. I'll try to make it better" he tells you, voice sounding like your favorite tune.

"Okay" you mumble, a few moment passes just looking at his features being kissed by the last light of the day before it disappears.

Suddenly, you think endings aren't that bad after all. If this is how all your days end, if he's there to promise another tomorrow to you then maybe that one movie line was right. Sometimes endings are the best part.

After that, you and Haechan started to grow closer together. When you're not texting, you're on a call with him. You sometimes spend your vacant period and study in the library together.

You also notice how attentive the guy is towards you. You're not naive, there's definitely something there but for now you don't say anything. You don't want to assume, because what if you're the only one who thinks that way.

So you just let things happen, let fate run its course.

Props to Haechan because he is a very consistent guy.

"Hey Y/N, your boyfriend's here" Chenle says when he entered the studio, earning a very confused look from you

"Huh? Who?"

"Dude with brown hair, friends with Renjun"

You try to piece his description together, only to think of one person

"Haechan's here?" you ask, putting your brush down

"Yea outside, hey you're still wearing your apron!" he shouts after you but you were already out of the room

"And she tells me she doesn't like him like that" he says to himself with a chuckle.

Meanwhile you walk towards the entrance and sure enough Haechan is standing there. "What are you doing here?" you ask, catching his attention. Immediately he smile at you, striding across the hall to stand directly infront of you.

"It's raining, you hate going home in this weather so I just kinda took a chance if you're still here. Good thing I bumped into on of your classmate" he says, referring to Chenle

"Didn't your class end early?" you ask him

"Yea, I went back to my dorm then it started to rain. So I came back"

"You came back? For me?"

"You hate the rain" he says as if it was the only explanation he got when in reality he really wanted to see you today. The both of you have been very busy so apart from the few messages, you haven't gotten the chance to hang out. Reality is, Haechan couldn't wait another day to see you again.

"Did you bring an umbrella?" he asks you when you didn't speak, shaking your head to answer him

He chuckles before showing you the bright yellow umbrella he brought, "Good thing I came then"

"You didn't have to"

"I wanted to, we haven't hung out in a while. You probably buried yourself again with work, you need to rest" you were just about to say no but he takes your paint covered hand

"I can't wait to see your next masterpieces, I'm sure it's all precious to you and you want to finish it. But you're precious to me too, so I need to take care of you" he says, looking down at your hand in his. Smiling at how perfectly it fits right there.

You can ask a thousand question and he will always come back to you with an answer. Not once since you met him did he ever make you feel any sort of doubt.

"I'll just go grab my stuff" you tell him, giving his hand a squeeze before dropping it. Walking back to the studio to get your bag. Chenle was already gone, probably took the other way when he went. So you get your bag, took your apron off, turned off the lights before walking back to where Haechan was.

He spots you down the hall, taking your bag from you to sling it on his shoulder. "Ready to go?" he asks you

You nod, "Thank you, you saved my day once again"

"What did I tell you? I'll always be here to make your tough days better" he smile at you before throwing one arm around you to pull you closer, he opens the umbrella with his other hand making sure it covers you.

You did hate going anywhere in this weather. If you're home right now, you wouldn't mind it that much. Being out and about when it's raining stresses you out. You always feel anxious about commuting or driving or going anywhere when the weather is bad.

But right now while sharing this yellow umbrella with the boy you potentially like, you don't hate it as much so long as he's there to hold you and walk with you under the rain shower.

"It's your birthday soon, got any plans?" Haechan looks over at you, waiting and hoping for a favorable answer. One that would go well with his plans.

You shake your head, you weren't even aware "Didn't even know it's August already"

You didn't like making a big deal out if it, to you it's another normal day.

"So you're not going out?"

"Probably not, it's a weekday so I might have a class. I'll just go to the studio if I don't have any class that day. Why?"

"If you're not busy, do you want to have dinner? with me? do you want to go get dinner on your birthday with me?" he asks you, feeling nervous for no reason. He practiced this in his head many times but he can't say it straight now that he's saying it to you.

You giggle at his question, "Dinner? Sure"

"Really?"

"Yea, I don't have anything planned" you shrug

"Okay, cool. Uh how does 6pm sound? You can come by at my place" he tells you, he can feel the heat rushing to his cheeks. Hoping you don't notice it, you do.

"Okay"

Fast forward a couple of days later, it's your birthday. When you woke up you had one message, sent exactly at 12:01 am from one Lee Haechan.

"Happy birthday, I wanted to be the first one"

That alone was enough to make you smile for the day. You prepared for the day, did some school works until it was time to go over at Haechan's place.

Ringing his doorbell once, you waited for him. You hear a click then the door opens, Haechan welcomes you with a smile.

"Hey! You're here, happy birthday" he greets you, letting you in before closing the door behind you. You walk inside his place to see the table set up, looking back at him

"You cooked for me?" you ask him, trying to fight the smile making it's way on your lips but you fail

"Yea, it's your special day and I know you'd like this ten times better than going out. Plus I got you cake, wait did you want to go out?" he asks, worried he just ruined the night. It's your birthday, the first one you'll celebrate together so he wanted to make sure it was special.

You didn't say anything at first then you jogged to where he was standing, throwing your arms around his shoulders to engulf him with a hug

"I love it, thank you thank you" you tell him, Haechan can hear the smile in your voice and just like that his worries were washed away. He puts his arms around your waist to lift you up, hugging you tighter. He kisses your temple, "Happy birthday, I'm glad I got to meet you in this lifetime"

You pull away from where your head was buried to look at him in the eyes, "Me too, I hope all versions of me meet their version of you"

He smiles at you, setting you back down on your feet again.

"Let's enjoy this dinner then, how about a movie after?"

"Sounds like a lovely night" you beam at him

"Oh I got you something, it's not big don't worry. Just something you might need, I thought of you when I saw it"

You take the bag from him, opening it excitedly to see what's inside. A yellow thing catching your eye, when you take it out you see it's a big cute scrunchie. You did mention you needed a new one.

"It's cute thank you, I need one when I do work at the studio. This is perfect. Thank you, Haechan. Really this whole night is perfect. I don't like celebrating this day but maybe it isn't too bad when I get to celebrate it like this"

"Then I can say mission accomplished, if you're happy then that's all that matters. It's your day today, I wanted to celebrate this day with you"

You smile at him, hugging him again. Immediately he hugs you back, resting his cheek on your head he hears you mumble

"Thank you"

It's past 10pm, yet again you were too busy finishing your work to even check the time. You remember telling Haechan you'll text him when you get home but you're still at the studio.

"You're still here?" someone asks, making you look behind you. Chenle standing by the doorway, "I thought I was the last one here" he adds

"Just need to finish this piece, I'm just cleaning up actually"

"Surprised to see you here, it's raining cats and dogs outside" just then you here the rumble of thunder outside

"Headphones" you tell him, "Well you better go now, traffic is bad. There was an accident in town. A few cars piled up" He tells you

"Oh that sounds bad, was anyone harmed?"

"Not sure, Jisung just texted me on his way home to find another route since it was still there when he passed by. I think it's near your place too"

"I should go now then, maybe I'll take a cab" you say, picking your bag from the floor and following Chenle down the hall

"Oh wait Haechan was asking for you, I thought you went home earlier so I said you're not here anymore" Chenle recalls seeing Haechan outside the building maybe an hour ago

"What do you mean Haechan was here?" already your mind was racing, a hundred bad scenarios playing

"He went out to find you, I don't know where he is- HEY WHERE ARE YOU GOING IT'S POURING OUTSIDE!" Chenle shouts after you but you were already out of the building.

You weren't sure where you were running off to, but when you heard there was an accident near your place you got this bad feeling in your chest.

"Y/N? What are you doing there?" Renjun asks, rolling down the window the car, you spot Jaemin from the driver's side. They also had a late night at campus, not expecting to see you running outside at this hour of the night when Haechan left to pick you up earlier.

"Haechan? Where's Haechan? I need to see him" you utter, the rain beating down on you. The two guys share a worried look, Jaemin already searching for an umbrella inside the car while Renjun throws his jacket over him before running over to you to get inside the car

"Haechan" you say

"We don't know where he is, have you tried calling him?" Renjun asks, you nodded your head. You did try but he wasn't answering, now you don't even know where your phone is

"I'll call him" Jaemin says, taking his phone to quickly dial his friend's number. After a few tries still no answer

"Can you drive near my place, I heard something happened. What if-"

"Hey don't freak out, I'm sure he just forgot to charge his phone again" Renjun comforts you as Jaemin drives away.

Due to the heavy rain and accident, the traffic was bad. You couldn't wait another minute so for the second time tonight you ran through the rain

"Yah Y/N, where are you going?!" Renjun shouts as he watch you run through traffic

"I really hope Haechan's okay" he mumbles, looking over Jaemin who is calling Haechan again hoping the other would pick up.

Running as fast as you could, you finally reached the block before your apartment where the crash happened. You look around the busy street, police were still there but no sign of any medical personnel.

You look left and right, turning your head over and over again trying to see a familiar face.

Haechan was getting worried, it's late and raining hard. He should've charged his phone but he left his charger at home, now it's dead and useless. Wondering where you are at the moment, then he looks outside again to check if they're letting cars through.

Something catches his eye, someone running by. It was as quick as a second but he knows that yellow scrunchie, he can tell from a mile away.

Without a doubt, he gets out of the car to chase after the person. There he sees you standing in the middle of traffic looking terrified. Then he was screaming your name, he needed you to see him, he needed to be close to you this instant to ask you what's wrong.

You don't know if you were dreaming but you definitely heard him, looking around again you see someone standing a few cars back. You hear it again.

Then you were running. Leaping straight into his awaiting arms, throwing your own around him trapping him there like you were afraid he was going to float away.

"Hey, you okay? What were you doing running through the rain? You're gonna sick" Haechan tells you but you can't hear all his word, the sound of your own beating heart was louder.

"You're okay" you keep on repeating, when he felt you calm down a bit he broke away from your embrace but still kept you in his arms,

"What happened?"

It's like a switch has been flipped because the next second you were hitting him, "Ouch! what I do?!" Haechan asks

"You weren't answering your phone! I thought something bad happened to you! I couldn't find you, I thought-" then you were crying again, hoping he can't tell since it's still raining. Your tears mixing with the raindrops but Haechan knows.

Instead he just takes your face in his hands, cradling it ever so gently to comfort you.

"I'm okay, I'm right here see. I'm sorry, I'll call next time"

"You scared me" you mumbled

"Sorry" he tells you with a small smile, those three words were more than enough confirmation for him. He knows just how much you hate thunderstorms, your love and hate relationship with rain. And yet here you are, running through the worst weather because you were looking for him.

He hugs you again, "I'm here" he tells you

"Let's get you out of this rain, we're both gonna get sick" he says as he guides you back to his car. Once the two of you settle inside, Haechan turns the heat on and looks for something else to keep you from freezing.

"Wait, Renjun and Jaemin was right behind me. I need to text time but I don't know where my phone is" you say

"Well my phone is dead, I'll text them when we get back"

He was just about to say something else when someone knocks on his window, it was Renjun. "Did you see Y/N? She dashed away- Oh you're there. Well then, make sure you take a warm shower when you get home. Also next time, charge your phone please" he tells Haechan before waving goodbye to you.

Haechan lets out a chuckle before rolling his windows up, looking over at you again.

"You okay? Do you need anything?"

You shook your head, rubbing your hands together to generate some warmth. Now that you've finally calmed down, you can definitely feel the cold. Haechan ofcourse notices this, taking your hands in between his before putting it against his lips. Blowing gently on it to keep you warm.

"Next time, I promise I'll text you when I go out this late or when I leave somewhere so you don't go out running in the rain. You could've gotten hurt or worse"

"I don't know what I was thinking, I wasn't even thinking. You weren't answering your phone and then I heard something happened here, my mind freaked out" you tell him, watching him continue his actions of rubbing the back of your hands and blowing on them

"You were really worried about me?"

You chuckled, "I forgot I was scared of thunder and rain. I don't think I would even mind if a lightning struck right infront of me" you tell him. And it was the truth. Your fears were outweighed by your worry for him. It didn't matter to you, all you needed was to see him.

"I'm glad you're okay" you whisper, Haechan smiles at you putting down your hands. He then cradles your face again, leaning over the console to get closer to you. Tilting your head down a bit to kiss you on the forehead.

When the two of you arrived to his dorm, he immediately got towels to help you dry off. He showed you the bathroom to change, giving his extra clothes.

While waiting for you, he changes also then goes back to the kitchen to prepare hot chocolate for the two of you.

"Thanks for lending me your clothes" you say from behind him, when he turns around it's like his heart leaped out of his chest.

It's not that big of a deal, but seeing you in his clothes does something to him. He's pretty sure he's blushing right now.

"Yea sure, uh I'm making hot choco" he stutters, if you noticed you don't comment on it and he silently thanks you for it.

The two of you sit on his couch, waiting for the rain to stop while sipping on your hot choco.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure" you answer

"Why don't you like the rain?"

"Something happened, I got in a minor accident. I was driving home from school too, it was raining hard I couldn't even see the road. The car swerved off the road, thankfully I wasn't badly injured but it was very scary. I hated going out when it's raining ever since" you explain while Haechan listens attentively

"I'm glad you're okay" he mumbles

You chuckle, putting the mug down before pulling your legs up to hug them. "I was in high school, ever since I couldn't drive at night or when it's raining"

The two of you talked about everything, he wanted to know all about you and here you are letting him. You didn't even notice how the time passed.

"Hey the rain stopped" Haechan suddenly says

"Oh yea, I guess I should go. Oh wow is that the time" you see it on the wall clock since your phone is still nowhere to be found, probably left it in Jaemin's car earlier during your mini freak out.

"I can drive you home" Haechan offers

"It's late, I can take a cab or walk"

"Absolutely not, I'm driving you home. Come on" he pulls you up, holding you by the arm.

"Hey Haechan"

He stops, looking back at you. "Yea?"

"I'm glad you're okay" you tell him

He smiles at you, this time he pulls you to him. Hugging you.

It was unexpected. For a second he thought he did the wrong thing, but then he felt your arms go around him holding him tighter.

He kisses the top of your head, a silent assurance. He won't dare to say anything, soaking the moment.

When the two of you broke apart, he just smile at you before speaking again.

"Let's drive you home"

That was like the calm before the storm.

Haechan don't get it, was it something he said? Something he did?

It's been days and you're avoiding him. He sent numerous calls and texts. When he asked Chenle if you were coming you class, he did say you attended regularly.

What he didn't know was you were having a war with yourself.

You like Haechan. You like him so so much it scares you.

It scares you because what if this is all temporary. What if he's only doing it to be kind to you. What if he gets tired of you like all the boys you've liked before.

That's why for the past few days you couldn't face him. You don't know what to say to him, you don't understand your own feelings how can you even explain all of that to him.

Chenle knows all about your dilemma, after all he is one of your closest friend. Which is also why he's the first person Haechan looked for when he couldn't contact you,

"Just give her time, plus it's you. Give her a few days and she's talk to you again"

"What do you mean it's me?" he asks, confused

Chenle chuckles before answering, "I'm not about to pour out her feelings for her. You need to talk to her about that. All I know is ever since she met you, she's been happier" then he points at the latest piece you were making

"See that? She's been working on it for a while now, it's not an assignment. She said it just reminded her of one of her favorite days"

It was a painting of a sunset, looking so similar as the one the two of you saw before.

You weren't even there but that painting said a thousand words and confirmed everything to Haechan. All his doubts going away. He knew this was your way of talking to him.

This is how you confess to him. In your own way.

Haechan smiles as he stares at it.

He thinks he gave you enough time.

Meanwhile you were at home, half sulking half overthinking. This is the longest you went without talking to Haechan. It wasn't until you started to avoid him you realized just how big his presence is in your day to day life.

Hearing a knock on your door, you were hoping it was the boy you've been thinking about for days. But no.

The last person you expected to see on your doorstep: your ex-boyfriend, Lee Jeno.

"What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?"

"Why?" your face void of any emotion.

It's been a while since you last saw him or even talked to him, he still looked the same but not really. Like this wasn't the version of Jeno you once knew and loved.

"I just want to talk"

It took you a few seconds before you open the door, letting him in your apartment.

"I don't have anything to say to you, so make it quick" you tell him

"Well first, I'm sorry for that messy break up. You deserved more"

You cut him off, "I did, I do. I deserve more that being broken up over text message with a measly reason of you being tired. What exactly did you get tired of? Do tell, since you're already here"

"I felt like I was never going to be on the same page as you, you had everything planned out. You're so sure of yourself while I don't even know what I'm going to do tomorrow. I was afraid you're going to meet someone else out there and realize he's better than me"

"I told you I didn't care, that night I said I was ready to wait whatever it is you need to accomplish first. I was okay with learning everything with you. You're the one who closed that door. You're the one who walked away, you don't get to walk back and ask if we could do it again"

He looks at you with apologetic eyes. Once upon a time that would've made you crumble and say yes to whatever he bids. But just as you realize this isn't the Jeno from before, you're also not the person you used to be.

"If you told me that a year ago, I would've come running back to you. For days, weeks, months all I thought about was where did I go wrong. Many times I had to stop myself from saying I missed you until I realized I deserved more than that. It wasn't the wrong love at the wrong time, there's no such thing as that. I loved you at the right time, it was short but I was happy. But that was a memory ago, Jeno"

"So I really am too late" he shows a sad smile

"One day when you meet another girl and you tell her about your plans in the future, about making more memories, I hope that it's true. I hope you find her again" you smile at him.

Neither of you said much after that, he said his goodbye knowing that this time it really might be the last one. This time he knows you really finally let go. There was no one waiting for him.

When he walked out your door, you didn't feel sad in the way you just got your heart broken. You feel sad for the girl who cried so many nights, who asked if she was ever worth to love.

You cried for that version of you who was so ready to love and yet fate forbade her to.

Before it got too much, you decided to take a walk to clear your mind.

Your first thought was to call Haechan until you stopped yourself. It's unfair to unload this baggage on him. He doesn't deserve it. Even though he told you over and over again you can lean on you him you can never bring yourself to fully do so.

What you didn't know was Haechan already knew what was happening. A few days ago, Jeno approached him and asked him what was going between the two of you. It was weird since he wasn't that close with the guy.

It wasn't until Jaemin told him that you and Jeno used to date, it's like the puzzle pieces fell into place. You never directly told Haechan about him but he's sure Jeno is the reason and the guy behind all your stories.

He wanted to pay you a visit when he saw Jeno walking out of your building, getting in his car and driving away. Meanwhile Haechan stayed inside his car. Thinking and waiting for the moment until he saw you walking out with nothing in hand.

He already knew what was happening.

So many things running through his head at the moment. How he's so mad at Jeno for making you go through this again, how worried he is about you and how he just wanted to hug you while telling you everything was going to be okay.

But above all he was hoping you don't retreat back to your old self, he doesn't want you to feel like you need to suffer alone and let your emotions eat you from within.

Of course he can't let you walk alone this late at night, he quickly got out of his car. Following a few steps behind you to make sure you're safe.

He watch you enter the park and sit on one of the benches. For a while he just lets you be. He knows you needed a moment for yourself. You needed the quiet to clear your mind.

A minute turned into five, then turned into ten until thirty minutes have passed when he finally decided to approach you.

"I knew I'd find you here"

You don't move from where you were standing, still looking up the skies counting all the stars over and over again.

"You know if you want to get away, you can just ask me. I'll drive you anywhere, you had my worried" Haechan continues, still you didn't say a word to him

"I can go if you want, I just need to know you're okay" he adds

"Why are you here?" you finally speak, asking him

"I can't let you walk this late at night alone, I was looking for you all day too"

"Well you found me" you tell him

Haechan feels frustrated, he's not even mad anymore when you won't any of his calls or texts. Or when you suddenly disappeared without a word.

He had his fair share of arguements, his friends know he'll never back down until he can prove himself right. But with you he can't seem to fight back. And right now it feels like he's about to go into battle.

"You need to tell me how you feel, I'm trying to understand you but you won't let me. How long will you keep on running away from me?"

"Why are you tired? You think I'm hard to get to?" you ask, this time looking over at him.

He looks back at you, checking if you're okay. Apart from the obvious tiredness, he's glad to see you unharmed. Atleast that's one less thing he was to worry about.

You wait for him to say something, the two of you just looking at each other. Before he speaks, he shrugs his jacket off before throwing it over your shoulder. You know he's upset with you but he's still taking care of you.

He takes a deep breath before speaking, “Was that what all the boys before me said? that you’re hard to get? because they got you all wrong. You’re not hard to get, you’re easier to read than my favorite music sheet. I can tell just want you want to say before you say anything”

“Oh so now you’re an expert on me?” you stop him but he was quick to answer back, not yet ready to back down.

“Is that so bad? Is it such a bad thing to want to know you? I am trying to understand and know you. That says more than any of them. You’re not hard to get, you’re hard to earn and that's a thousand times better. You like ketchup beside your fries not on them, you hate summer because of the heat, you like your coffee cold even in the morning. You eat Nutella with a spoon but you don't like it on bread. If me talking my tongue off, following you until the soles of my shoes crumble, run until we run out of road I will not stop trying to earn you because that’s what you deserve. You deserve a man who will go the lengths and beyond for you. You’re not a girl anyone can get, you’re a girl only the worthy can earn”

Nobody has ever fought this hard for you, it's always you fighting for the person. For so long you felt like a lost cause, a mere stop along the way until Haechan came and made you feel like this was a trip worth going to. Like he didn't mind what the destination would be, all he wants is to be on this journey with you.

"And how long will you think that?" you whisper

Looking at you right now, Haechan can tell all fight just left you. And not in a bad way. Right now you're waving the white flag, surrendering your walls and maybe finally letting him in. So he takes this chance and leaped to give you what you needed to hear,

"Until you believe me, and even after that. Until all the flowers wither away, and they bloom again. I'll tell you over and over again until the day that when you think even for a second if you're worthy to love, you won't hear their voices but mine. You'll remember my words, me saying over and over again that you're worth to love, my love" he breaths out, with each word the distance between the two of you minimizing until the ends of his shoes touches yours.

"I'll tell you again and again, when you forget I'll look right into your eyes and tell you you're perfect enough" he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

"Do I deserve this? Do I deserve you-" "Yes, yes you do"

Then he was kissing you, wiping every doubt every question away. Remembering how to fall in love, that warm feeling you only feel whenever he's around. When he smiles at you, when he greets you goodmorning and goodnight, when he holds your hand.

He kisses you like he's sealing a promise, right in this moment he didn't need anything else. It was perfect, nothing like he ever imagined because this is so much better.

When the two of you broke apart, he's smiling ear to ear

"I love you"

Like the first time you met, he just looks at you. This time with love in his eyes. Looking at you like you're the one who painted his skies, like you're the sun of his universe, like you're more than enough.

And to him, you are.

You are more than enough.

[yanderu-deredere]

Can I get a drabble/scenario about Fujio's darling being the exact opposite of him? Charismatic, refined behaviour, never works out, their tastes seem more sophisticated (most likely to be spotted watching an orchestral concert etc). The gang at the creamery are understandably confused. No tea, no shade to their boi Fujio but this man is a meathead- how did he even score??? Little do they know, darling's a wildcard. How would Fujio handle this type of darling?

a/n: actually when this happens all hell breaks loose LOL-- just kidding! i really really love that dynamic tho lmaooo and i love that it looks probably exactly like a stern trainer and their monkey

warning: gender neutral reader, mentions of reader being a bit prim and stuff like requested

fujio watanabe ★ profile

When you walked into the Dreamy Creamery, you immediately stood out like a sore thumb.

The usual customers were either tired parents with their kids, delinquent teenagers or drug traffickers so the sight of you, dressed primly, confused the employees.

"Hello, I'm wondering if Fujio is available?" You asked them politely, in the sweetest voice they'd ever heard, and it only made them feel even more bewildered.

"Fujio?" Ryuu asked, raising an eyebrow, his eyes immediately darting to a door labelled 'Employees Only' "How come?"

"Oh, we have a previously planned engagement to attend to." You had answered easily enough, a smile matching your tone decorating your lips "I'm here to pick him up."

"Fujio?" The only other employee with Ryuu repeated him and he looked much more surprised.

"Yes." You hid your frustration well as you stood, hands clasped in front of you rather demurely.

The two employees looked you up and down again. You really weren't dressed like you were about to walk up and down the boardwalk. In fact, if they didn't know any better, they would've said you were dressed like some sort of desk jockey or lawyer type.

And, even more than that: they knew Fujio to really not have that many friends outside of the gym. But you? You looked like you'd never even glanced at a barbell before.

Before they could further question you, the Employees Only door slammed open and Fujio walked out in his casual clothes, scowl apparent on his face.

He ruffled his hair a little before stomping over to you and pressing a messy kiss onto your lips.

Then, he pulled away just as suddenly and turned to the two other employees "Stop fucking harassing my partner, you fucking morons!"

You straightened yourself out a little, brushing off some imaginary dirt and straightening your hair. You also turned to the other two employees but your smile was pleasant "Sorry about his attitude."

Then, you turned to your boyfriend and grabbed him by the upper arm, pulling him down "What did we say about manners?"

"I don't give a shit 'bout some stinkin' manners when they're eyein' you like that." Fujio scowled but, still, he relented "Sorry, guess my temper still gets the best o'me."

You gave a curt nod, satisfied by his apology before dragging him out of the creamery.

Of course, you sent a final little wave at the employees "Thank you so much for your help! Till next time."

The two of them stood behind the counter, feeling a little slack jawed and like a tornado just swept through the lobby.

Well, that was probably why Fujio was with you, huh? Who knew someone could tame that disaster.

[footy-fictionist]

Rollercoaster of emotions - Karim Adeyemi

Pairing: Karim Adeyemi x female reader

Warnings: Karim's injury, some angst, some fluff, a bad joke somewhere

Word count: 1083

Note: My own heart broke during this match so now you can all enjoy how I think everything would go if Karim had a girlfriend. Again this is fictional, but based on things that actually happened in real life. I in no way know what Karim is like and how he'd be as a boyfriend, I only have my imagination. I don't think I mentioned this before, but English is not my first language.

The only thing she could think of before the match started, is how good Karim looked in the full black kit. Even just warming up, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She knew her friend was talking to her, but she just couldn’t pay attention when her boyfriend was looking this good. Suddenly she didn’t just look at him, he was looking at her as well. He caught her staring and immediately the blood rushed to her cheeks. No matter how long they’d be together, he could always get her to blush. The smirk on his face tells her he is incredibly amused, catching her staring. He sent a wink her way, only making her give him the finger knowing that the blush would only become worse. He went back to training and she finally focussed on her friend, who was gushing about her own boyfriend on the pitch. 

Just before heading into the tunnel, Karim caught her attention again. She blows him a kiss for good luck, like she always does and he always catches it with his hand and guides it to his heart. A mouthing of I love you’s going both ways and he disappeared into the tunnel. A few minutes later, the boys came back out of the tunnel, holding hands with the kids. She always loves seeing Karim with kids, he’s just incredibly good with them. After shaking hands, the game is ready to start. Both teams are fighting to get a goal in before the other. Wolf almost gave a goal to the opposition. 

But then in the 27th minute, Karim scores with an assist from Marco. She’s jumping for joy, cheering on her boyfriend who celebrates a beautiful goal with his teammates. He looks her way for a second, to find her beaming at him. Her smile is incredibly bright and she blows him another kiss. He beams back at her, happy to see her this proud of him and happy to have scored another goal after his suspension. But then everything goes wrong. In the 32nd minute Karim makes a break for it and even before he can give the assist for Malen’s goal, he feels a sharp pain in his leg. She jumps once with joy for the goal, only to stop the second she sees Karim on the pitch facedown, hand on the back of his thigh. 

She feels her heart fall to her stomach, hand covering her mouth in shock, as he just stays on the pitch laying facedown. His teammates surround him and the medical staff is on their way, but she feels like she can’t breathe, tears forming in her eyes for her boyfriend. He’s doing so well, he’s in incredible form and this would set him back for a few weeks. He turns around on the pitch, biting into his arm in frustration and pain and she knows it’s not good. Nico stands over him, watching what is happening and listening to what the medical staff is saying. Nico finds her eyes in the crowd and shakes his head no. That’s when she knows Karim won’t play the rest of the game, that this injury is as serious as she feared. 

More tears fill her eyes, as her boyfriend stands but has trouble walking on his own. The look on his face breaks her heart and all she wants to do is go to him. With a man on either side of him, carrying him, he looks up to find her in the crowd. He tries to give her a reassuring smile, but knows it’s no use from the look in her eyes. She knows it’s serious and she’s clearly upset for him. He goes into the tunnel and immediately she leaves her spot in the crowd, not even giving a second thought to her friend. All she could think of was getting to Karim. Security recognizes her and they let her through, telling her where to find Karim. 

She finds the room quickly and almost barges in. Karim’s head shoots up when the door opens fast and he immediately locks eyes with her. She brushes past the medical staff and takes a hold of Karim’s cheeks. She touches her forehead to his and takes a deep breath as he wraps his arm around her waist to pull her closer. The bed is digging into her thighs uncomfortably but right now she doesn’t care. 

“Are you alright? Do they know what it is? How long will you be out of play?”

Karim chuckles at the rushed questions, knowing that her worry for him is making her talk at a faster pace than others can understand. But he knows her and he can keep up with her questions easily. 

“I’m okay, upset of course but there is nothing I can do to change it. They’re not a hundred percent sure, but they think I tore a muscle in my thigh, which is just stating the obvious in my opinion. They’ll run some tests later on and tomorrow morning to confirm how much I tore and how long the recovery will be.” 

She listens intently as he talks to her in a calm voice. She’ll never understand how he can be so calm under these circumstances. He definitely is the calm and collected one in their relationship. She presses a few kisses on his nose and cheeks once he finishes talking, making him blush in the process. The medical staff is still there and Karim is all too aware of their presence. But if it helps soothe her worry for him, he’ll allow it of course. Not that he’s complaining, he loves the attention she gives him, even if it’s not the best circumstances.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you schatz. You didn’t deserve this but I know you’ll come back stronger and I’ll be here for you always.”

At that, he presses his lips to hers. So grateful to have her with him. He keeps it chaste because of the other people in the room, but he knows she knows. She’s it for him and he’ll show his love for her whenever he can. The same way she does for him. Never letting a day go by without telling him she loves him. After the kiss, Karim opens his eyes again and looks into her eyes, giving her a cheeky smile.

“Does this mean you’ll make all the fufu I want to help make me feel better?”

Schatz: Love or darling

[gatalentan]

We love and support your AvaMel side but I always laugh when I see something about them bc I remember that Janelle’s tweet 🤣🤣

Ok so for those who don't know, Janelle got tagged in an AvaMel ship fanvid, and replied to one of the quote retweets on that fanvid. I've censored op here for privacy:

Two things can be true:

1. Janelle is allowed to be weirded out by being tagged/seeing ship content. That's her face & those are her co-workers. She's a very private person who mostly keeps fans at arms-length and that's healthy. Ava isn't Janelle, but she has her face (and so does Lisa), so fanvids in particular when accompanied by an explicit caption I can imagine would be really weird to see. As fans we know the diff between real-person and fictional shipping but from her perspective you can see how that would be more nuanced and complicated. Unfortunately, the Twitter algorithm now puts stuff on your feed - regardless of if you follow them or not - based on how it has pigeonholed you, and as a person who sometimes tweets about Abbott/Ava because it's her job, the algo assumes shes a fan and dishes up Abbott fandom content to her whether she likes it or not, so she sees stuff she doesn't wanna see even if she isn't tagged; she wasn't tagged in that QRT, but she still saw it, so we can see that's what happened here. A big problem there is that seeing stuff that makes them uncomfortable can make actors change how they approach the character(s) in future which sucks for everyone. We can't control the algo but on the whole it's better to not try and expose actors to ship content as much as possible because there's scores of ships where the actors became hostile to shippers as a result of being repeatedly exposed to content they don't want to see, or even just getting fatigued by an unintended ship overshadowing the rest of their acting effort. Unfortunately social media giving a lot of access to celebrities is a very double edged sword and difficult to balance, especially when some actors (cough lisa cough) are so far over the line of what's considered normal fan interactions that it gives unrealistic expectations for celebrities that are more private. Actors aren't your best friends, they don't owe you interactions or unconditional support just because you're a fan, they're strangers and real people with their own thoughts and feelings. Everyone has their own limits and boundaries and are allowed to express that and they're entitled to not be comfortable with fan work that uses their image.

2. Actors/creators not supporting a ship doesn't mean we still shouldn't be allowed to play in the sandbox. Work Wives isn't gonna be canon either, but that's not going to stop me from enjoying it. I'm 32 and if I didn't ship stuff just because it didn't have creator support I'd have spent twenty years with nothing to ship at all. As queers we have to carve our own space out where we can see people like us and make a meal out of scraps because otherwise we wouldn't get to engage with media the same way cishet people take for granted. Unless a show is Queer™️, a vehicle for a character's queerness and a major topic of discussion, we rarely get canon queer characters, let alone characters where it's treated respectfully without one of the pair getting fridged or dying. Even The L Word, Queer™️ as it was, killed off one of a major pairing. We deserve to see ourselves across the whole spectrum of genres, not just in Queer™️ TV, but it simply isn't there, so we make it for ourselves in fanwork. In fanwork you can play with these characters however you want. You can give them a soft landing where they're safe (or the opposite, explore darker themes for a light-hearted show). You can give them the type of stories that would never have the space to breathe in the works they came from. You can take them out of their environment completely and put them somewhere else, you can change one thing that changes their whole dynamic, or you can just write absolute filth. Either way, fundamentally they're fictional characters, they do not exist and they don't have free will, only what you put into them as a viewer. We're not about to make Janelle make out with Lisa, but in fiction, Ava and Mel can, and as fictional characters they represent a dynamic we don't see a ton of with two older women, not teenagers/young adults which is the predominant type of representation we get for WLW in TV. So I'm gonna keep shipping AvaMel, I'm just, y'know. Not gonna put it where Janelle might see it. Easy.

Some good vids on this topic: Is Shipping Gay Culture? (James Somerton) | Artists & Fandoms (Philosophy Tube) | Parasocial Relationships: Strangers Aren't Your Friends (Naomi Cannibal) | An Exhaustive Defense of Fanfiction (Sarah Z) | Why We Ship Characters (The Take)

[outsideratheart]

You. Are. Mine (Alexia Putellas x reader)

Anon request: Hi there. Excuse me, would you write something about Alexia Putellas / Reader? I don't know, I would like some drama, I imagine her in a bad mood and 🔥 If there is no problem, of course. Thank you

To say you were excited would be an understatement. Barcelona was playing Arsenal, which meant you would be able to see you best friend Tobin Heath.

You were in your apartment which you shared with your girlfriend and team mate Alexia Putellas.

“Y/N why are you rushing around? We have half an hour before we have to leave?” Alexia tells you.

“Because I am meeting up with Tobin before the game” You notice your girlfriend rolling her eyes.

“Is that a little bit a green in eyes I see?” She says and you can tell that she doesn’t get your remark.

Language wasn’t really an issue between the two or you. She spoke good English and you had been speaking Spanish since middle school. That being said Alexia doesn’t always understand some of your American phrases.

“Estas celosa (are you jealous)?” You ask.

“Maybe a little” she replies.

“No need to be, I love Tobin but I am in love with you” You give her a quick kiss “now come on, lets get going”

You both leave and arrive almost 45 minutes later.

You text Tobin to let her know you are at the stadium and for her to let you know when she gets there.

Whilst waiting for your best friend you walk around the pitch, it had become your pre match ritual. You look at the empty seats knowing that you had to play the best match possible as people spent their hard earned money to see you play.

Turning around you notice the Arsenal players coming through to tunnel, they must have just arrived. They all look around the stadium taking it in just as you did moments ago.

You had to walk past your opposition in order to get to the locker room. You didn’t plan on stopping to talk to them as you knew they were probably in game mode.

“So you’re not even going to say hi” you smile as you recognise the voice.

“I did want to interrupt the team” you wave to the other arsenal players who are near Tobin.

“It’s no problem at all, Tobin has been talking about you all day” Their captain Kim Little tells you. “we will leave you two to catch up”

You wraps your arms around her “God, I have missed you. How is arsenal?”

“I missed you too. I still can’t believe I am playing for them, if little Tobin could see me now” She replies.

You and Tobin used to talk about playing in Europe all the time, you even played for PSG together in your younger years.

“You really are living the dream” You were so proud of Tobin and seeing her this happy makes you happy.

“Says the woman who won the Champions League last season” 

“I know. We have both come a long way from North Carolina” 

You and Tobin continue to catch up before she gets called to the team.

What you don’t realise is that Alexia is watching you and Tobin, getting angrier by the minute. This was the time your were suppose to spend with the team but instead you were with Tobin.

“Everything ok? You look like you need to hit something” Lieke asks Alexia.

“Y/N is with Tobin” she answers.

“So, they are best friends” Lieke responds simply.

“She has barely spoke to me since we got here yet she makes time for her” 

You walk into the locker room just as your girlfriend finished her sentence.

“Because after today I don’t know when I will see her again, whereas I know that I am going home with you”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that” You roll your eyes at Alexia’s comment.

“Whatever Lex, come and find me when you are ready to act like an adult” you say walking over to the physio room so that your can get your ankles wrapped.

You don’t speak to Alexia until you are ready to walk out onto the pitch. You both had a pre-game ritual, double fist bump and a kiss. Normal there is some passion in the kiss but not this time.

The game is textbook Barcelona Femeni, you were crowned the champions of Europe for a reason, the game ended 3-1. You had scored twice and lieke scored the other goal and Tobin scored her first goal for arsenal. You celebrated a little bit when she scored but you hoped that the camera didn’t pick it up.

After the game you go to Tobin as you both planned on swapping shirts.

“Great goal, the first of many I suspect” You tell her.

“That free kick, one of the best ones I have seen you take” She replies.

You see a cameraman approach you and ask if you want a picture, to which you both nod your heads.

Tobin notices Alexia watching from the tunnel.

“You in the dog house?” She asks.

“She is jealous, of us. She will get over it” 

“Well if anyone can charm her it will be you”

“Fingers crossed” You pause “It was nice seeing you Tobin. Maybe we can catch up when I am next in London or if you find yourself in Barcelona? If not I will see you back in America for camp” 

You hug your best friend before going to your girlfriend.

“Are you ready to act like an adult?” You ask her.

Alexia responds in her own kind of way. She pushes you against the wall, kissing you as her hands grab your waist but before you can reciprocate the motion she pulls away.

“I am ready to take you home and you show that you are mine” Alexia said and you knew you were in a one hell of a night.

When you and Alexia first met she was shy and timid but as time went on she found her confidence and loved to take control.

“By all means Miss Putellas, lead the way” you say playfully.

You both quickly go to the locker room grabbing you things. Alexia takes your hand again as you and her leave to go to the car.

“Y/N we have breakfast tomorrow, don’t you dare be late” Lieke tells you and you wave her off as you are escorted out by your girlfriend

“She is so going to be late” Jenni jokes.

The car ride home is silent, Alexia didn’t move her hand off your thigh the entire time.

You are barely through the front door when you are pinned against the wall. Alexia pushes her hips against yours and hold your hands above your head as she places kisses  from your earlobe to your collarbone. She was teasing and you didn’t like it one bit.

“Don’t tease” You say between breathes.

“Oh you don’t like this” you shake your head.

You push Alexia off you, now it was your turn and you waste no time. You take your shirt off before taking hers off.

That is how the rest of the night went, both of you taking turns showing your dominance. She wanted to remind you that you were hers and you proved to her time and time again that she was right.

You wake up the next morning covered in nothing but your bedsheets. Alexia is asleep beside you and you couldn’t blame her. Last night was definitely one you wouldn't forget any time soon.

After placing a gentle kiss on your girlfriend’s head, you decide to take a shower.

When you look in your bathroom mirror and you forget all about the shower.

“Alexia Putellas Segura!!” You shout as walk back to the bedroom.

“Yes, mi alma” She says innocently and you know that she knows exactly what she did.

“You gave me hickies. No one, not two but 4 hickies” You were furious.

“You. Are. Mine” you roll your eyes.

“And you are on probation” You respond.

[frostedshiggyflakes]

Private Lessons

Shota Aizawa x f!reader

Description: You get called into Prof. Aizawa's office after he notices your grades have been low and you two... work out how to fix this

A/N: Heyy lmao i haven't written fanfiction or anything since i was in grade 8 and im in college now so pls dont be to hard on me im not the best writer lmao but i thought i would try get back into it so idk i hope yall enjoy it :)

Tags: college au, no quirks au, age gaps, oral (m+f receiving), choking, skull fucking, dacryphilia, degradation, praise, dubcon(not rlly tho?), rough sex, fingering, slapping (ass), Daddy kink

word count: 2.1k

you nervously knock on his office door, your fingers playing with the hem of your skirt as you anxiously await his response. "Come in" you hear his low, husky, voice before you slowly start to open the door and enter. He's standing resting his arms on his desk chair. He looks slightly more disheveled than he does in class, his tie is losened and his hair is falling from its usually neat, half-up-do. You can't help admiring his looks even though he appears tired and unkemt it does not distract from how handsome he is. He gestures for you to sit and you walk over to the chair opposite him. For a moment he is silent just standing over you from across his desk before he moves to take a seat.

"Do you know why you're here Miss y/l/n?"

You nod silently.

"Now I don't usually call my students in to talk to them, at this age you are all responsible for yourselves, but I just couldn't keep watching this happen." He reaches for a clipboard sitting on his desk. "In the last class test you scored a resounding 34% and in the one before you scored 39%. In first semester your grades never dropped below 75% but then this semester you can't seem to score higher than 40%. What happened? I've also noticed you haven't been engaging much during lectures, you always seems restless and distracted".

You sit listening to him, you can feel your stomach turning with guilt. You can't help but feel that he knows what you're doing. What if he can tell you're doing this for attention, for his attention.

"Miss y/l/n?" his words pulling you from the anxious thoughts filling your head. "What is the reason for this sudden drop in marks?"

"I-" You stutter trying to make up an excuse "I've had a lot going on in my personal life recently and it's made it hard to concentrate on school... But i promise I'll get my grades up again" 

"Oh really?" He stands and walks over to the other side of the desk.

There it is. He knows. Oh God he knows what you've been doing. Or maybe he doesn't? Fuck stop overthinking this..

He leans himself against the desk looking down at you "Well how can I be sure that you're going to be able to fix this issue, hm?

You stare down at your lap in silence. You can feel his gaze burning against your skin. His presence is so intimidating but it only adds to his attractiveness.

"Miss y/l/n it really hurts me to see such a bright, young, student wasting all their potential." He brings his hand to your chin and lifts your face forcing you to look up at him "wasting all their talent for just a little bit of attention."

Fuck.

Your face goes bright red. "I- what do you mean.."

"I know what you've been doing. I've noticed the looks in class miss y/l/n, the way you can't seem to focus, too distracted by..." he lets go of your face and walks back to sit in his chair. He leans back crossing his arms over his chest. "If I were to give you what you wanted would it bring your grades up? I can't have you bring down the course average over your silly little act". You sit in shocked silence unable to comprehend what exactly is happening.

"We both know what you want Miss y/l/n and what I want is for one of my favourite students to pass this course, understand?" You nod, gulping nervously.

"Good Girl." 

"Come here" he calls you to him and you start to stand. "Uh uh. Crawl." Your heart stops, body frozen, just staring at him in shock. You slowly start to drop to your knees, embarrassment flushing your face pink. On all fours you crawl under his desk to sit on you knees beneath him looking up at his tired but slightly amused expression. You can feel a strange fluttering feeling in your stomach as you wait for him to speak.

He gestures to his belt "Open it." With shaky hands you reach up to undo his belt, unbutton his pants and slowly pull down his zipper. He moves a hand to let his cock spring free, it's impressive length standing before you. "Go on then, show me how hard you're gonna work to get those grades up."

You feel your stomach flip. This is what you fantasized about for so long but now you're actually here and you can hardly handle it. You reach up to wrap a hand around his length and pump it a few times before slowly running the tip against your tongue. He lets out a deep sigh as he closes his eyes and leans back in his chair. You take this as a sign to keep going. You stroke the tip while running your tongue up his length before taking him in your mouth. Your throat has to adjust to his size before you can start bobbing your head up and down at a steady speed. He lets out another sigh as he tangles his hand up in your hair. You pick up your pace, hollowing out your cheeks as you work with both your mouth and hands since you don't think you could take all of him in your mouth at once. His breathing has become heavy and aggressive. He grips the hair already tangled in his hand. "Hands behind your back. Now." You follow his orders. As soon as you do he uses your hair to force your face down on his cock 'til you feel it hit the very back of your throat. He holds you there until your eyes start to water "Come on, take it all like a good slut. This is what you wanted isn't it?"

His cock stretches out your throat making it hard for you to breath, tears start to run down your flushed cheeks. He pulls out for a second but just as soon as you manage to gasp in a breath he's back in your throat now thrusting himself in and out still with a firm grip on your hair. Tears flood your eyes and spit pours from your lips and all you can hear is the awful, lewd, sounds coming from you own mouth being abused by his cock.

You start to feel his cock twitch and he slows his thrusts to a stop. He has himself all the way down your throat and you can tell hes close. He releases his load in the back of your throat and you swallow instantly. "What a good cock slut, swallowing it all without being asked. You deserve a reward."

Before you can even recover he pulls you up, flips you over and has your front pressed up against his desk, his body holding you in place. "I bet you enjoyed that, didn't you?" He reaches a hand up your skirt to run a finger along your clothed slit. "Yeah you did, look how wet you are just from choking on my cock." He pulls your panties aside exposing your soaked cunt. He teases you running a finger up and down your slit gathering up your slick causing you to let our a soft moan. He brushes against your clit causing another moan to escape your lips before he pulls his hand away lifting to your mouth. He puts his slick-coated finger in your mouth before instructing you to suck. You clean off all your juices from his fingers and he rewards you with a low whisper of "good slut" before he kneels behind you. With you still bent against the desk he once again runs his middle finger along your folds before he slowly dips into you moving slowly in and out at first before speeding up, finding your sensitive spots with ease. Just as you start to feel that familiar feeling build in your stomach he brushes his tongue against your clit. He swirls his tongue in circles over your sensitive bud and you start to feel yourself falling over the edge. Just when you think you can't take anymore he curls his fingers up at the perfect angle to hit your sensitive spot and you soon start gushing around his fingers. You instantly slap your hand over your mouth to keep the whole building from hearing your climax. He works you through your orgasm and just as you start to come down he's back lapping at your cunt like a wild dog all while speeding up his steady fingers working at your bud. You don't think you can take much more of this. You keep your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans but he can still hear some of those lewd sounds escaping you.

"Careful slut. Dont want the whole building to know what a dirty whore you are." With that you are making a pretty mess all over his face this time. He laps up all your juices like a starved man. You turn your head to look at him. He's wiping your juices from his face with the back of his hand, a smirk plastered on his face. "You really got off this hard to me calling you a dirty whore? Pathetic. I expect better from my favourite student."

Before you really have a chance to catch your breath he's lining himself up with your spent hole. He has you pressed up against his desk as he slowly slides himself into you causing you to let out a loud moan that you just couldn't contain. At this he claps a hand over your mouth, pulling you up to him with his other hand around your throat. "Shh shh shh. Now Now sweetheart. The door isn't locked, and we don't want someone to walk in because you couldn't keep your slutty, little mouth shut now do we?" You shake your head. "That's right. Good Girl."  He holds your body against his choking you gently as he starts to slowly thrust into you from behind. It feels so good, he fits you so perfectly. You knew this was wrong but how can something so wrong feel this good. It was better than all those nights you played with youself with your toys imagining they were him. You didn't want this to end.

He starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts and you can't help yourself from moaning. As you let go of that sound he brings a hand down to slap hard against your ass "Every time I hear a sound come from your mouth thats another slap, got it?" You nod, eyes watering from the mixing of pain and pleasure. He moves his hand from your mouth and pushes you onto his desk holding you hands behind your back, his thrusts keeping their steady speed. He leans down to whisper in your ear "Look at you taking your professors cock like a little whore. What would someone think if they were to catch us right now hmm? I bet you've been dreaming about this, haven't you?" you stay silent too distracted by the pleasure clouding your head "Speak slut!" He commands. "Y..yes daddy" you mutter out. "Daddy? You really are a perverted little thing aren't you baby? I wanna hear that again." He lifts your leg onto the desk allowing him to thrust deeper, hitting the perfect angle. You arch your back releasing a loud moan that echos through his office. "Oh my god FUCK please faster daddy please." He moves faster, thrusting hard into you hitting your sensitive spot with expert precision, you can feel that familiar knot building in your stomach. "Fuck I'm gonna cum, please daddy please make me cum!" His thrusts never falter as he moves a hand down to play with your neglected clit. He runs messy circles over your clit while perfectly nailing your g-spot. The knot in your stomach finally comes undone and you feel yourself gushing on his cock. He speeds up to chase his own high and is soon filling you up with his hot seed.

After a minute he pulls himself out of you to fall back into his desk chair. You lay on his desk catching your breath before you feel him start to tongue your messy hole. "Making sure it stays deep inside you so you remember who had you crying out calling them "Daddy" while bouning on this cock."

After a minute he finishes and slaps you on the ass one last time before you compose yourself and gather your things to leave. As you're about to leave you hear him call out to you "Miss y/l/n?" You turn to him. "I will be expecting to see an improvement in your grades from now on, but if you are having any trouble be sure to stop by for.. some private lessons."

[lipstickstainz]

true lies - s. r. (11/15)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison.

Chapter Summary: you know what's coming - the truth.

Warnings: angst, minor violence

Word Count: 2k

A/N: i listened to my favorite saddest songs while writing. be prepared. thanks for your kind feedback! gif not mine.

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JJ snaps you out of your thoughts. There's an expression on her face that you can't find the words for. "Y/N? What does she mean?"

You have to swallow. Your throat is tight and you can barely breathe, so you cling to her to keep from sinking to the floor. You can't take your eyes off the two in the interrogation room.

"What deal?" Spencer sits up straighter than he already does. His whole body is tense.

Cat shakes her head. "I thought you weren't here to talk about her or you."

When Spencer slaps the table with his palm, she doesn't even flinch. You do, the harder, and JJ's hands clench into fists. But you only notice this out of the corner of your eye. "What deal, Cat?" His tone is harsh, leaving no room for Cat's games.

She sighs. "Maybe you should ask her yourself. After all, she did come here with you, didn't she? I don't think she'd skip this dance." Cat looks past Spencer to the one-way mirror, straight through it, as if she knows you'd be standing right there. Her grin is crooked and ugly. "Come on, Y/N. You should know I don't bite. Not without notice, anyway."

You feel JJ's gaze on you as you enter the interrogation room without a word. You close the door behind you and out of the corner of your eye you notice Spencer looking at you. But your gaze is fixed straight on Cat. You stop right at the door.

"It's good to see you again, Y/N."

You don't have to be a mind reader to know what's going on in Spencer's head. It's practically written all over his face. Again?

"Hi, Cat," you reply curtly. You feel like shooting her.

"I always knew you lived dangerously. But I didn't think you were stupid. Yet you were the smartest one on your team. No offense, Spencie." She says it like she's bored out of her mind, not like the whole situation could completely escalate in the next second. Spencer tries not to let on, but you can read the confusion on his face. "I guess I was wrong about that."

"What are you talking about?" you ask, involuntarily taking a step forward. Cat takes it as a sign to keep talking.

"I know you killed my partner in crime. Must have been quite a mess, I'm told. Shot right through the head. Kudos, Y/N. I knew you were smart, but you're also badass. Who would have thought." She raises her hand and inspects her filthy and chewed fingernails. Her gaze drifts to you without her moving her head. She looks at you through her eyelashes, which makes her look crazy. "Quite a pity about him. But he was really just my accomplice's boyfriend. So, not worth mentioning."

Accomplice? Boyfriend?

It only takes a brief moment for everything to come together in your head. Apparently, all emotion falls from your face, because Cat looks extremely pleased. "You didn't play by the rules, Y/N. And now someone else has to pay for it."

In three steps, you've crossed the room and pulled Cat from her chair. Before Spencer can stop you, you push her full force against the nearest wall, causing a gasp to escape her mouth. You press your forearm against her throat and she lets out a hoarse laugh. Her gaze mirrors yours. Fierce and unyielding. The pressure on her throat intensifies and she has to cough.

You feel big hands on your shoulders, yanking you back so that you stagger and bump into the table. For a brief moment, you want to fight back as you leap forward again to put a stop to Cat once and for all, but Spencer extends his arm to allow some distance between you. You don't look at him. Out of anger and out of shame, because this isn't you.

"What's going on here?", he finally asks when you've pulled yourself together a bit and he's sure you won't kill her the next chance you get. "What's she talking about, Y/N?"

Cat's look is challenging and you know full well she's not going to say anything. She's dropped the bomb and now it's up to you to make sure the explosion isn't too devastating. You look at Spencer and tears form in the corners of your eyes. There's no way to get around it. And he better hear it from you than from some crazy psychopath. You owe him that much.

"When you were arrested", you begin, hoping your voice doesn't sound as brittle as it does, "it was clear to me from the start that Scratch couldn't be responsible. When you were taken to Millburn Correctional Facility instead of protective custody, it should have been obvious to the others. It was no accident that they sent you there. It was too personal." You can barely look at him, which is why you stare at the floor. "It couldn't have been Scratch, but there was no one else who had a score to settle with you." Your gaze shifts to Cat, "Except for her.

I had no proof, nothing. But I was one hundred percent sure she had something to do with it. So I talked to Emily. She gave me the day off, and I came here." You suppress the urge to knead your hands, so you shove them into your pants pockets. Your gaze wanders back to the floor, though you'd like to look at Spencer. You want to know what's going on inside him, but you don't dare. "Cat denied having anything to do with it at first, but I didn't believe her. And then she made a deal."

"And that included?" asks Spencer. You have to swallow.

"She would get you out of jail, after all, she put you in there too. I knew you wouldn't make it through jail. And not because you were too weak, but because I knew there were some people there who wouldn't bat an eye to hurt a FBI agent like you. And I couldn't stand that, so I went for it." With each word, your voice grows quieter, though you try to sound as determined as possible. But the pain weighs you down and takes away your breath. You remember the visit then, and what it had cost you.

"And what did she want in return?" Spencer's eyes glisten as if tears have formed in them. He blinks once, and the shine disappears. "What the hell did she want, Y/N?"

You can't stop the tears streaming down your cheeks Your heart is beating fast, like it's about to jump out of your chest. You take a deep breath and brace yourself for what follows. "She - she wanted me to leave you. Cat knew that prison could never hurt you the way I would if I abandoned you. If I left, with no explanation and no goodbye."

Spencer's shoulders sink and his muscles are no longer stretched to breaking point. You don't dare look at him, so you stare at Cat, whose grin has actually widened. Psychopathic sadist.

"Actually, Y/N was never supposed to come back either", she continues the explanation, but Spencer continues to look at you. "That was the deal. You weren't supposed to tell anyone about this and never come back, but you didn't stick to that. You thought if you killed the guy and I continued to be in here, you could go back home and get on with your life." Her grin disappears and suddenly she looks incredibly bitter. "Very reckless, if you ask me. My birdie knows you're back home, and as a warning, she left you a trail of dead married men. Apparently you got the message, after all, you're here. That they are dead is all your fault, Y/N. Because you couldn't stay away from your beloved Spencer." She looks from you to Spencer. "It's tragic, isn't it? She loves you so much that she took on all that pain just so you could get out of jail. How incredibly selfless of her. And I'm pretty sure you weren't exactly kind to her when she returned, were you, Spencie?"

Spencer and you can't look at each other, so heavy is the pain on your shoulders. All the anger, despair, and confusion that had spread through you since you saw each other again gives way to an all-consuming feeling of pressure that you can't shake. The only thing that can give you both some comfort is the clarity that has been created. Spencer now knows what really went on, and you no longer have to keep secrets from him. But the matter is far from over.

You look to Cat, but can't find the words. She's won.

You leave the interrogation room without looking at Spencer or saying another word. What could you have possibly said? JJ looks at you with widened eyes as you rush past her. She has her cell phone to her ear, probably talking to Emily, but calls after you, but you don't stop. The air in the building is stuffy and you feel like you're choking on it. Your heart is racing and you feel sick. You just want to get out.

"Y/N." Spencer's voice forces you to stop. You stop so jerkily that you almost fall. When you turn to face him, he's standing right in front of you. His gaze is hard. He opens his mouth, but he doesn't know exactly what to say either.

"I can't, Spencer", you beat him to it. You want to turn and keep walking, but his hand curls around your arm. At the touch, you're struck by lightning.

"Don't you think we should talk about this?"

You should. Definitely. "She had the men killed because I returned", you whisper. "She killed them because I couldn't take it anymore. Because I wanted to be with you. It's all my fault, Spencer. And I'll take the consequences for that."

"So you're just going to leave? Without explanation and without goodbye?"

You don't want to leave, quite the opposite. You would love to throw yourself into his arms, kiss him and never let go. You want to tell him you love him, but you can't. "I can't stay, Spencer. If I did, she would kill more people. I can't be responsible for that. I'm sorry."

You turn away from him, but as you take a step forward, Spencer pulls you back, making you slam against his chest. Your hands settle on the soft fabric of his shirt as his settle on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His expression has changed. There is deep sadness in his eyes and he tries to blink away the tears that have formed in the corners of his eyes, but they fall down his cheekbones. All at once, he looks so young. "Promise me you'll come back? Back to me?" One of his hands clasps both of yours, still resting on his chest. He holds them tightly, afraid of losing you again.

You smile weakly at him and tears come to your eyes too. Your smile is honest, but sad. "I will always come back to you."

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[adelheidvonschicksal]

Uhh Hello! I just wanted to say that I really love your works! I'm looking forward to seeing your works in the future as well

I don't know if you still accepting a request but please take your time and you don't have to do this and don't stress yourself

Can you pleaseee do Tsukki having a surprise visit to his 'friend' because he was planning to confess to her when suddenly he saw her doing some unholy things👀

Notes: Yessss. Normally, I really like to read angst with Tsukki because he can be pretty abrasive, but this idea was funny to me cause he's such a bully. xD

CW: Light smut mentions (masturbation), love confessions, no sex sorry :,(

Pairing: Kei Tsukishima x Female Reader

Guess What I Saw

Tsukishima walks home with an extra lift in his step as he thinks about how well today went. He earned a high grade on a fairly difficult test, which made it even funnier to make fun of Hinata and Kageyama complaining about their terrible scores before practice. He’d also got the last melon bread from the cafeteria, and you made the most adorable pout as he ate it in front of you before giving you half. The only other thing he could wish for would be for Yamaguchi to stop hassling him about a love letter that you got in your locker earlier that day.

“You have to do something,” he repeats for the third time that evening, jogging faster to keep up with Kei’s long strides. “This is the 2nd love letter she’s got this year.”

“Why exactly should I care if she gets a love confession?”

Yamaguchi can’t recall a time that Tsukki made him want to pull out his hair so much. The taller boy’s refusal to acknowledge his feelings for you was going to drive him crazy at this rate. “You can’t keep waiting forever. Would you really be happy if she started dating some other guy?”

“Not going to happen.”

Yamaguchi overtakes his speed, stepping in front of him and holding out his arms to make Kei pause. “You keep saying that, but if I hadn’t interrupted, who knows what could’ve happened!”

Kei sighs. He knows the dolt is right for once. He couldn’t imagine ever being approving should you start to date someone else. God forbid you try to make him be friends with whatever new boyfriend you got. At the same time, he didn’t want to make a fool of himself by confessing to you only for you to reject him. That would make summer vacation weird when your families would go to the beach or have barbecues together. Still, he supposes he really can’t let this go on.

“Fine; but when she says no, I don’t ever want to see you again, and I’m not joking.”

“You’ll thank me later,” Yamaguchi says and runs ahead to the split in the road where they’d separate to go home. Yama waves him off. “Text me what she says later.”

Kei adjusts his headphones over his ears and heads on the opposite street to where your two houses sit side by side. Grumbling, he takes the few extra steps to your front door and knocks. This is so idiotic. He can’t believe he let Yamaguchi of all people talk him into this.

“Hello, Kei-chan,” your mother greets, ushering him inside.

“Hello, is (Name) home?”

“She’s upstairs in her room.”

Tsukishima heads up to your room, his head going through the scenarios of what exactly to say to you when the time comes. A simple “I like you” should be enough to suffice but you might not take him seriously. He isn’t quite sure what to do if that happens other than to pack it up and try for the summit another day.

Reaching your room, he slowly pushes open your door without really thinking about it. Maybe he was too comfortable when it comes to your house because he didn’t think to stop until he hears a moan. He stiffens and pulls the handle back some.

Kei knows that sound all too well, and it definitely didn’t sound like it was coming from the television. Carefully, he nudges the door again, finding a sweet spot to view your bed halfway but it’s enough to see your hand stroking between your bare legs.

His body feels warm and mind uncharacteristically slow as he watches your fingers pushing into yourself. Kei huffs lightly through his nose causing his glasses to fog up like a car window as he focuses on your rapidly rising chest. Now, he may be a lot of things, but Kei doesn’t consider himself a pervert. Although he can’t say it isn’t tempting to sit and watch the show you’re providing as another blissed sigh reaches his ears but the last thing he needs is either you or your parent to catch him in this situation and with a growing hard-on. No. This situation was better saved for his room and a copious amount of lotion.

Deciding any sort of confession was better saved for tomorrow, Kei cautiously moves to quietly close your door back until you softly whisper a name, “Kei.”

Kei swallows thickly, wondering if you had caught him but another moan echoes out to him followed by another cry of his name. This time it’s louder, and he can’t force himself to look away as he watches your stomach fold, your hips rise, and your thighs squeeze around your hand before you fall back to the bed in a huff, your body still barely seizing.

Kei smirks to himself as it looks like he’s gained some very useful information. He might actually have to thank Yamaguchi tomorrow (as if that’d happen). He books it downstairs before you have a chance to notice him there.

“She’s asleep so I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” he says and throws a quick goodbye to your mother before heading back next door to his house to think just exactly how he isn’t going to let you live this down tomorrow.

That morning, the two of you meet outside his house to walk to Karasuno together. You greet him as chipper as usual as the two of you begin to head to the divide to meet Tadashi.

“Morning, Kei. Did you sleep well last night?”

He nods. “Excellent in fact.”

“Really? Is that why you seem weirdly happy today?”

“No actually. You’ll never believe it, but I saw something very interesting yesterday,” he informs you, and your eyes widen slightly, and he can barely hold back from losing his cool at how unassuming you are.

“What was it?”

“It’d be no fun if I told you. I’m sure you can guess what I saw.”

“Uhm…a new species of dinosaur?”

“Come on, is that actually the first thing you think of?”

“Well, that’s usually the only thing that makes you happy, nerdyshima,” you return, and Tsukki officially no longer feels any regret in what he’s about to do. “That videogame you were talking about finally has a release date?”

“Forget it. We’ll be here all day,” he says with a sigh. “I’ll give you a hint. I went to your house yesterday.”

“Hah? When?”

“A little after practice, probably around six I guess,” he answers, and you nearly trip on air once he says that. When you look at him, it's with an expression of absolute mortification. “Now are you getting it?”

“You pervert, Kei!” you scream, and it’s loud enough that he has to cover his ears from your screeching otherwise you might burst an eardrum.

Kei gently rubs his ears, coaxing the ringing in them to stop. “You’re the only pervert in this situation, thinking about my body like that. You’re lucky I don’t sue.”

“Shut up! It’s natural, and I won’t be bullied because you don’t know how to knock,” you growl at him akin to an angry chihuahua in his eyes.

“Fine, fine, but it’d be even more “natural” if you invited someone else to help you instead of doing it by yourself,” he offers, hoping you’d be smart enough to get the hint. “I mean wouldn’t it feel much better with the person you think about?”

“You mean like right now?” you ask in disbelief, your eyes shifting around to see if anyone is around to hear of your plans.

“No, I don’t mean right this second, you idiot. Get your mind out the gutter,” he reprimands, and you pout. “Besides if I was to do that with someone, they’d have to be my girlfriend first.”

“Is this you trying to ask me out, because it’s sucky if it is,” you tell him, making Tsukishima lurch forward in aggravation.

“Answer the question.”

“Okay. I’d like to go out with you too then even if you’re a little snippy today,” you reply, and Tsukishima hums in response, not really sure how to respond to your answer but it does leave him lighter than he was the other day knowing you accepted his feelings without hesitation. He isn’t sure why he’s been so nervous before now about it.

“So…was I hot at least?” you suddenly ask, making him scrunch his face at you with confusion.

“What?”

“Was I hot? Like did you go home and fap after because of me?”

He scoffs, turning his view forward to hide his flush as he pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “That’s none of your business.”

“It’s only fair if you watched me that you can at least tell me if you played the old skin flute after. It’d be a real confidence booster.”

“Remind me why I asked you out again already.”

[ackermelon]

"It's too hot outside, Iwa-chaaan," Oikawa nagged, shoulders drooping as they padded down the empty beach.

Iwaizumi sighed; he couldn't argue. Summer this year had been unbearable, but at least he had time to play volleyball with Oikawa. It was weird to adjust at first, as going to different universities wasn't something they had planned, but a last-minute scholarship drew Iwaizumi in.

They had spent the summer playing practice matches against each other. Seeing each other on the opposite side of the net was something they had to adapt to, but it was certainly much more entertaining to score against the other's team. Much more exciting, for the both of them.

Now, on the last week of their semester break, with the heat eating away at their stamina, they decided to take it easy.

"Today's match was good," Oikawa smiled, eyes fixed on the glowing dots in the sky, the moon, full and bright, shining over his face.

"You only say that because you won." Iwaizumi stared at the other man's profile: eyelashes casting shadows over his cheekbones, upper-lip glossy, sweat droplets running down the sides of his face. The corners of his lips were curved, his shallow dimples making an appearance as a cheeky smile dragged Iwaizumi out of his daydreams.

"Earth to Iwa-chan!" Oikawa waved a hand in front of his friend's face. "Hi there," he grinned after Iwaizumi slapped it away.

"Whatever," Iwaizumi pouted, hoping the blood rushing to his cheeks doesn't give Oikawa another reason to tease him; catching him staring was embarrassing enough.

Iwaizumi spent his adolescent years learning what his feelings meant, trying to figure out if what he felt for the other man was what he feared the most.

Love.

He was terrified of it. Terrified of finding out that he was in love with his best friend, the man who skipped between girlfriends every week. The man he once had to hold for hours, listening to him cry over a broken heart, wishing he could make him his, as he would make sure that he never had to go through that again.

He knew he had no chance with him. Oikawa Tooru was the one thing he deemed unachievable.

Starry sky above, soles upon smooth sand and clouds caressed with reflected light. They walk in silence, warm breeze brushing through their hair, drying their sweat and relieving them from the summer heat for a few moments.

The sound of Oikawa's footsteps stopped, and the man looked down at the white sand. Iwaizumi was soon to follow, but his eyes were trained at Oikawa.

"What did I tell you about looking down?" Iwaizumi's hand now rested on his hip, an unamused look on on his face. "It's a bad habit, you know."

He forced a smile, his arm wrapping around himself defensively. "I'm always looking up, though."

"Not when you're with me."

Oikawa swallowed dryly, trying to push the lump in his throat down. "I have something to say."

"I know," Iwaizumi said, having memorised the face Oikawa made every time he had an announcement. He couldn't help the uneasiness he felt this time, a shiver running down his spine. "Just say it."

"I got an email last night," he sighed, finally raising his head to meet Iwaizumi's eyes. "I got invited to join the Argentinian National Volleyball Team."

Iwaizumi's heart dropped. He cleared his throat, but that didn't help with the shakiness in his voice. "When do you leave?" He blurted out.

"Next semester." Oikawa's voice trembled.

"But that's next week," Iwaizumi said in disbelief, and for the first time ever, Oikawa couldn't read his face.

They stood there for what felt like a few hours, or maybe a few seconds, Oikawa couldn't tell. He was too focused on how Iwaizumi wasn't meeting his eyes, or rather couldn't.

"Say something, please," he said, voice barely audible over the violent crashing of waves against the shoreline.

Fingers clutching his shirt, Iwaizumi finally managed to break the silence, "I'm happy for you, I really am. Don't think I'm not." He shut his eyes, hoping the perfume of saltwater would steady his racing heart. "You just caught me off guard."

"I know," Oikawa muttered, arms at his side, hands shaking.

Silence, once again.

Oikawa's gaze shifted from the warm sand to the dark horizon, where the night sky slowly merged with the rippling waves. "You know," he paused, filling his lungs with humid air. "Me travelling all the way across the globe... It might make it difficult for us to remain as close as we are."

Iwaizumi's head shot up, eyes widening at Oikawa's words. "What..." His eyebrows furrowed. "What are you saying?"

Oikawa's knees threatened to give out, a single gust of wind now able to knock him off his feet. "I'm saying... It's time we move on. Find new friends." He turned to face him, taking his bottom lip between his teeth for a second before continuing, "soon we'll both be leading separate lives, and we'll barely have time to talk."

Iwaizumi's grip on his shirt tightened, and his eyes blurred. "What are you saying?"

"Iwa-" Oikawa stopped, unable to speak, eyes widening at the tears streaming down the other man's face.

The barrier between them grew taller, and in a matter of seconds, it became a dead-end for Iwaizumi. He saw no escape from the feelings he held towards his best friend. This was the end. Nothing he said or did now would change anything, and he repeated that in his mind as his legs began to move. He felt the soft sand brush against the soles of his feet as he closed the distance between him and Oikawa.

How many love songs had he heard that said, ‘he takes my breath away’? Now, that line made a lot of sense. His body froze up when he realized how close Iwaizumi was now. Oikawa stood still as Iwaizumi leaned in, palms cupping his cheeks.

"Can I kiss you?" Hot breath blew against his mouth, Iwaizumi's head moving to the side to rest on Oikawa's shoulder.

Oikawa couldn't find his voice. He felt his cheeks flush hot, his stomach heavy, and it took him a few seconds to process the words that left Iwaizumi’s mouth. His heart pounded in his throat, threatening to break out. His hand slowly moved, fingers running along the skin of Iwaizumi's nape, urging him to lift his head.

Their eyes met, and Oikawa nodded, hands bringing Iwaizumi's head closer until his soft breath tickled his skin.

After what felt like an eternity, their lips touched, and sparks flew in every direction, the world slowly disappearing around them. It was just a peck, but it lit a thousand fires inside Oikawa’s body. He had no idea how a kiss so innocent could be so intimate and electrifying.

He pulled away, eyes still closed as he touched his forehead to Oikawa’s, wanting to savour the moment.

“Hajime...” His hot breath hit Iwaizumi’s cheek, eyes slowly fluttering open. "Why?"

Iwaizumi's eyes met Oikawa's, a certain sadness in them making Oikawa's heart ache. "I didn't want to let you go without doing this."

Oikawa's breathing hitched, but he didn't pull away. "But... why?"

Iwaizumi's expression softened, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "You're really dumb, aren't you?"

"Hey!" Oikawa moved away from him, slapping his arm. "Rude much?" He pouted.

Iwaizumi laughed, smiling at the man in front of him. Palm cupping Oikawa's cheek, he finally admitted, "I'm in love with you, dumbass."

Oikawa’s heart free fell out his chest, voice weak as he tried to form a response, “what are you talking about?” No, he told himself. He leaned into his touch, eyes closing slowly, the tears in his eyes still unshed, hanging on for dear life. No, he repeated. His insides stirred, fist tightening around his shirt. “Please stop this.”

“Why don’t you get it? Are you really that thick-skulled?” Iwaizumi’s lips curved, gaze softening as he looked at the man in front of him, cheeks flushed – tinted bright red. He breathed in the ocean breeze. “I’m so fucking in love with you. Like, so fucking. Extremely in love with you. For many years. Super in love with you, like, very-” Oikawa placed his hand over his lips, silencing him, and Iwaizumi laughed, kissing the pads of his fingers before holding them in his hand.

He inhaled deeply, not because he was nervous or afraid. No. At that moment, he was not nervous, nor was he panicked. What he felt was relief. He was relieved now that Oikawa knew how he felt towards him.

A few seconds of silence went by, and Iwaizumi began to feel jittery because holy shit he just confessed his undying love for his lifelong best friend.

“Yeah?” Oikawa's voice broke through the silence though it being barely a whisper, shaking as he spoke.

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi breathed back, a relieved smile tugging at his lips.

Oikawa pinched his arm, the tears welling up in his eyes again as he slowly opened them, ecstasy flooding through his body, flowing through his blood. “This is real? It's not a dream?” He whispered, almost as if he were talking to himself. His palms held Iwaizumi’s face, tears wetting his cheeks. “Is it actually?”

Iwaizumi's eyes mirrored Oikawa’s, now stinging with tears of their own, “Yes, Tooru. It is,” he nuzzled closer to Oikawa’s face, lips barely an inch apart.

Oikawa leaned in, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss, their lips moving together slowly. They pulled away, staring into each other’s eyes in silence. Everything around them felt quiet as Oikawa looked at Iwaizumi and Iwaizumi looked at Oikawa. The world around them continued to exist, but that moment was theirs alone.

“I’m in love with Iwaizumi Hajime,” he whispered, the intimacy of it sending waves of blazing heat through Iwaizumi’s body. Maybe he was dying, he thought.

The first tear ran down his cheek, followed by the next, then another, until he was shaking and sobbing into Oikawa’s chest, heart racing far too quickly for it not to be deadly. “Fuck, Tooru,” he sniffled, trying to steady his voice, but the tears wouldn’t stop. “I think I’m dying, honestly."

“I haven’t seen Iwa-chan cry this much since you broke your leg when we were nine,” his voice was soft, lips gentle against the corners of his eyes, kissing at his eyelids, then his cheekbones, until finally reaching his mouth, lips brushing against his cupid’s bow before closing the gap between them. “You’re becoming like me. I guess I’m contagious.”

“Yeah, you are, you fucking disease,” he laughed, pulling away to look into his honey eyes, tears reflecting the moonlight. "Don't let me go, Tooru. Let me stay by your side, for as long as you'll allow me to."

Oikawa smiled, dimples sending the butterflies in Iwaizumi's stomach on a frenzy. "How could I?" He wrapped his arms around the other man, closing the distance between them. Oikawa's soft exhale warm against the side of Iwaizumi's neck, "you're stuck with me now. Forever."

[rogue-durin-16]

MISS SLYTHERIN

Summary: Fred meets the perfect girl at the beginning of his seventh year; although he is reluctant to ask her out, the universe keeps throwing her into every place Fred finds himself in, even in the most unexpected one; the Quidditch pitch.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: mostly fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: language and a little tiny bit of slut shaming (?) and making out

A/N: I was on the subway listening to Sweet Dreams and my brain went 'hOLd oN— bEAteR ReAdER 👁️👄👁️!' so here we are. Kinda long but worth it. Enjoy this <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

It was the first Saturday of the scholar year, and the first ten days tended to be the definition of chaos, so I had volunteered to help my House's prefects with the first years; I was in sixth year, so my first two weeks were mostly free anyway.

I was on my way to the dungeons to pick up the group of kids the prefects had assigned me when I bumped into my Ravenclaw friends, and I decided to chat a bit with them to catch up.

I had my back against one of the hallway's walls, therefore I saw the pair of towering, lean, redheaded figures jogging towards my friends to give them a jump scare.

"That's about it real— AAH!" My friend jolted at the infamous' twins, bumping them for scaring her. "Idiots!"

"Sorry, love." One of them passed his arms over two of my friends' shoulders, while his twin brother's eyes roamed over the circle, tilting his head in confusion when he reached me. "Hello?"

"Hey." I gave them a subtle wave and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Oh, right!" My friend turned to me and pointed at the boy whose arm rested on her. "This is George and that's—"

"Fred Weasley." He introduced himself, offering me his hand to shake with a half smile that promised everything but boredom.

Giving his hand a firm shake, I responded, "Y/n Y/l/n." Our eyes locked; we didn't even attempt to hide the fact that we were measuring one another, and I knew I would have to endure the teasing on my friends' behalf later, but there was something in Fred's gaze that made me extremely curious about his intentions.

I let go of his hand, only for him to take a couple of steps in my direction to stand closer. "And how is it that I've never seen you before, Y/n Y/l/n?" He inquired, leaning on his shoulder against the wall.

"I reckon you don't look much at the Slytherin table?"

His body tensed. "Oh?"

"Oh." I chuckled at his shock. "Scared much?"

The corner of his lips twitched up again. "Should I?"

"Guess that's on you to decide." We lingered on each other's gaze for a bit too long. "I think I'll get going." I was the one to avert my eyes in order to talk to my friends, who were already giving me that look. "See you lat— Oi!" Fred swooped the bag I was carrying off my shoulder and hung it on his.

"I'll carry this for you."

"I'm heading to my House."

"Where else would you be heading?" I turned to my friends in confusion, but they only shrugged; I didn't even have time to ask them what was he up to. "C'mon, Miss Slytherin!"

My eyes got big at the name and I spun around, rushing to catch up with him. "I can carry my own bag, you know that right?"

"But then I wouldn't have an excuse to walk with you." I quirked a brow at him when the ginger winked. "Tell me something."

"Like what?" I questioned, a confused yet amused grin dancing on my lips.

He shrugged, averting his gaze to nonchalantly look to the front "Dunno," He changed my bag to his other arm so it wouldn't be between us. "What do you think about Umbridge?"

"Well, she's got terrible taste in clothing." He laughed, and so did I. Just like that, we fell in a quite fluid and enjoyable conversation.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

"—And not only that, she's so smart—" I groaned burying my face in my bed's pillow, very aware that I had been talking about Y/n to George and Lee for at least fifteen minutes. "Yesterday she held my hand and I think my face turned red."

Lee's snort was followed by George's words. "So are you gonna ask her out or...?"

I grimaced. The last couple of weeks, somehow I had managed to bump into Y/n everywhere. It was as if the universe was throwing me towards her, but there was a voice in the back of my head that stopped me from making a move. "What if she says no?"

"Freddie, she blantantly flirts with you every time you see her." George stated with his eyebrows raised. "Just ask her out, mate."

"Aight," I nodded. "I'll do it next time I see her."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

When Adrian Pucey informed me that Crabbe wouldn't be able to play in the upcoming Quidditch match, I instantly regretted accepting my friends' dare of showing up at Quidditch tryouts.

Though I didn't put much effort on it, I got in the team as a reserve, and the moment had come for me to shine. How lovely.

I couldn't really back out of that one, so that's how I ended up in the Slytherin changing room before a match that would be played in the worst conditions. Since I was in deep already, I thought I might as well go for the win with everything I had.

"Oi, Malfoy!" I gestured the kid to come closer, which he did with reluctancy. "Don't give me that look— I don't like you either."

"What."

"You're not half as good as Potter—" Before he started the rant of insults, I spoke again. "Shut it. You're not half as good but you're faster." My words were clear and slow, making sure he would understand. "Keep your eyes on Potter— if he moves, you move."

He seemed to hesitate, weary of my advice, but then he gave me a subtle nod and walked away.

"C'mon, on your feet everyone!" Our captain called us and we obeyed; as we approached our entrance to the pitch, thunders could be heard louder and louder. "We're not only for the win, we're gonna crush them." He shouted, partially so we could hear him over the racket of the storm and the muffled hubbub of the crowd, but also because he wanted us to know how serious he was about it. "Glasses!" I took a deep breath, grasping the bat "Broomsticks!" The gate opened as I mounted my broomstick. "UP!"

"AND HERE COMES SLYTHERIN!!" We heard Lee Jordan's voice as we took off to go around the pitch in formation.

Even before we flew over the Ravenclaw stands, obnoxiously loud cheers of my friends could be heard, and I couldn't help but laugh.

FRED'S P. O. V.

"The hell are they cheering on?" I frowned at the Ravenclaw stands going nuts when our rivals passed over them. "It's bloody Slytherin!"

My brother, who was waiting besides me for the match to start, scanned the stands, and then the opposite team; in an instant, he stood upright and nudged me with his bat. "Oi, look!" George called my attention over the roaring crowd after the Slytherin team had passed over our heads. "The beater! Number 6!"

I looked for their number 6 in the pitch, only finding what George was talking about when they stopped at their starting points. Squinting my eyes, I managed to read through the rain the back of the robe. "Y/l/n— Y/n?!" George laughed loudly, following Angelina's cue and flying to his respective mark in the circle.

"Move!" Katie yelled, flying past me and snapping me out of my awe. Had she always been a beater?

When I reached them, I saw Y/n meticulously making sure she had everything secured.

Our eyes, despite the glasses and the pouring rain, managed to meet seconds before Madam Hooch's blowed her whistle, and I would have sworn she gave me a smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"FRED PAY ATTENTION!" Not even Angelina's yells were enough to bring my mind back to the match, something I regretted instantly; a bludger had been beaten in her direction and nearly knocked her out of the broom. "FUCK!" The quaffle fell from her arm, only to be picked up by one of the Slytherin chasers. "I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!"

"Sorry!"

"Freddie what the hell!" George had flown to us, probably in hopes to stop the bludger from clocking Angelina. "Will you focus?!"

"Yeah— Sorry!" I apologised again— well, it was more like a grunt rather than an apology. "Go back to Harry!"

"Defend our bloody chasers!" He scolded me before heading off.

I forced myself to keep my eyes on the bludgers and not on Y/n.

The rain kept getting heavier; not even the Impervious charm seemed to work repelling the water from the glasses anymore.

I was cold, drenched, tired and befuddled; my legs were stiff and my arms numb, so I definitely did not see it coming; for that matter, I thought it was a strong blow of wind at first, so the shock that struck me when I was knocked off my broom was a big one.

I heard loud gasps and a scream or two coming from the stands, followed by Lee commenting something about the beater being beaten; in another situation —one where it wouldn't be fucking pouring and I could climb back up to my broom—, I would probably have laughed at it.

But right now, with the hand I held my bat in slipping off the broomstick, the last thing I wanted to do was laugh.

READER'S P. O. V.

Once I had dodged the bludger away from Pucey, my eyes roamed around looking for the other one. which had just been beaten away by Goyle and, intentionally or not, the bludger went straight to Fred.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw his broom flip due to the hit, leaving him clinging onto it.

My eyes went straight to his brother, who was way to far to help, and then to their captain, who was adamant to score points.

"Fuck." I groaned through gritted teeth as I turned my broomstick and flew towards the Gryffindor beater in distress.

"Y/L/N STRAYS FROM HER POSITION AND— FLIES TO WEASLEY?" Jordan's commentaries reached my ears right when I got to Fred. I stretched my arm and grabbed his hand just in time for him not to slip off the broom. He gripped onto my hold for dear life as I used my broom as a leverage to pull him back up, a groan escaping my lips. "LOOKS LIKE NOT ALL SLYTHERINS ARE ARSES!"

I waited until he was steadily secured to let go of his hand. "Next time let go of the bat!" I advised with a teasing grin before flying off to my previous position.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, Y/L/N" I knew I was going to get shit for what I had just done, but I was expecting my captain to wait until the match had ended.

"HE WAS GONNA FALL OFF!" I yelled, louder than necessary.

"WELL LET HIM FALL THE FUCK OFF!" The captain retorted, venom dripping off his tongue. "WITH ANY LUCK HE'LL KILL HIMSELF OFF!" I didn't expect those words to come out, not even from that mouth.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?" I beat an incoming bludger away from us before shouting, "SUCK MY METAPHORICAL DICK, YEAH?!" And with that, I flew off to defend Malfoy, who was rushing to Potter. Surprisingly enough, he had followed my advice. I flew on Malfoy's track, dodging a bludger away twice until he gave a final sprint and caught the snitch.

"SLYTHERIN WINS!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The team started to celebrate as soon as we landed, and I thought I would take advantage of that and change into dry clothes, but I didn't have the chance before someone called my name from the entrance.

"Psst— Y/n." I turned around to see Fred standing there.

"Do you have a death wish?" I spoke quietly, though a smile appeared on my gaze as soon as I saw him. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me out there." His cold fingertips brushed my wet cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and he leaned on to place a kiss there. "Aw you're blushing!"

"I'm not blushing, I'm cold," I excused myself, averting my eyes from him.

Maybe it was his loud snort, or maybe the fact that I was missing, but the changing room fell silent as my team's attention was directed to us.

"Oi!" My captain looked Fred up and down, stepping to where we stood. "You're not welcome here."

"Chill," Fred shrugged, his hand lingering on my forearm. "I was congratulating her on her victory." His tone foreshadowed chaos. "Since, you know, it's obviously her doing." I glared at the ginger my hand going to his forearm, silently warning him to stop. "Can't command your own team, can you?"

his arm folded so his palm would be on my forearm too, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

"She should've let you fall off that hand-me-down broom of yours." Fred's grip on my forearm tightened; by the look on his face and the way his jaw clenched, I could tell my teammate had successfully hit a nerve.

"Shut the hell up, will you?" I snapped. "Can't you enjoy the victory without being an arse?"

"You fucking slut—"

"Imaginative." I cut him off, unbothered. "Want a cookie for the effort?"

"Listen now—" Just as he went to grab my bicep, a large hand pushed my captain away, making him stumble back.

"C'mon, mate, give me a reason to beat the shit out of you." Fred said, pulling me to stand besides him instead of between them. Fred's switch was about to flip, and I was desperate for a professor to step in.

As if I had summoned them, i caught a glimpse of Snape and McGonagall walking in my direction from the stairs of the teachers's tower.

"I'd love to see you try." The boy in front of us scoffed. "There's already too much ginger scum besmearing the pure blood, I'll be glad to send you straight to the hosp—"

It was far from expected it would be me punching that asshole strong enough to make him trip and fall.

"Miss Y/l/n!" Oh, right. McGonagall. "Ten points from Slytherin!"

"And fifty points for Slytherin." Snape added in his usual unimpressed tone. "Due to the comradeship you've shown during the match." I widened my eyes at the statement. "Though I can't ignore this, so Y/l/n, turn up in my class tomorrow morning for your punishment. Now, shall we, Minerva?"

"We're leaving too." I informed Fred in low voice, grabbing my bag before pulling him out of the Slytherin changing room.

"That was one hell of a punch." He observed with a chuckle once we were out. "Remind me not to mess with you."

I breathed out a laugh and we fell silent as we walked under the stands towards the exit, the only noise being the rain ricocheting on its structure.

"Thank you." He whispered, his fingers brushing against mines and consequently sending shivers down my spine. "For sticking up for me."

"I expect a reward at the least." I replied, playfully bumping his shoulder before letting my fingers intertwine with his.

"What would that be?" He inquired, that half smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

I shrugged, looking ahead of us with a grin of my own. "That's up to you."

"Will a kiss do?" He mused.

"Depends on how good the kiss is." I begged for my cheeks not yo turn bright red.

In a swift movement he spun me around and his lips landed on mines. His free hand, initially on my cheek, travelled down to my hips, pulling my flush against him while my own hands tangled on his damp hair.

Probably it wasn't a short kiss, but it felt like it when his mouth left mine, and I couldn't help the sight of displeasure that escaped my vocal cords.

He chuckled, our eyes fluttering open at the same time. "Was it good enough?" He teased with a quirked brow.

"Dunno." I muttered, my eyes falling on his lips again. "I think you'll need to try again—"

"To be sure." He finished, and I could only nod; I wouldn't mind the teasing as long as his lips came back to mines.

This time the kiss was deeper, my hands roaming over his wet robes and his over mines; it was only when my back was met with a post that I realized he was backing me into the darker part of the framework, which I did not oppose to.

Quiet moans began to be breathed into the kiss when he nibbled on my lower lip or my hands tugged on his locks.

We had to pull away when steps and voices where heard coming from both changing rooms.

"I think we should kiss more often." He suggested breathless against my lips.

"Agreed."

"I think you should go out with me too."

I had to bite back a laugh. "Agreed again."

"Well, that was easy." The surprised on his gaze was way too amusing.

"Did you think I'd say no?"

"Duh!"

"You're an idiot, Fred Weasley."

"Aw but you love it." He wiggled his brows at me and I smacked his chest.

[jean-kayak]

Anon Request: As someone tired of Y/N’s being spineless cowards around fangirls that disrespect her and cause her issues cuz they love her bf, let’s have Atsumu, Terushima, Oikawa, and Sakusa react to their usually gentle black!gf clocking these bitches with no hesitation. She’s nice and tried to avoid them, but they wanted to intimidate her and they were greeted with a fist to the face with the force of a pro-boxer.

Fangirl: Stay away from him! He belongs to us!

Y/N: 🙂 *cocks back and punches her before looking at other fangirls* Anyone else? No? Good, I’m getting my back blown out after this anyways *goes to her bf*

A/N: lmfao, anon, thank you for giving me a good laugh with this one

Characters: timeskip!Miya Atsumu, Terushima Yuuji, Oikawa Tooru, Sakusa Kiyoomi

🏐This was one of his games that you could finally go to, your schedule finally being cleared up

🏐It definitely wasn't the same watching your boyfriend play on TV, once again amazed at your boyfriend's talent

🏐He had scored the game winning point, his teammates and the crowd growing wild

🏐You hadn't told him you were coming, wanting to surprise him, so you waited outside of the stands, but you could see the many reporters lined up to interview him

🏐When he was done, you couldn't help but bounce on the balls of your feet, ready to see his reaction

🏐He doesn't notice you at first, so you call his name, and he looks around, his eyes widening when he spots you, and he's running over to you quickly, giving you a huge, sweaty hug

🏐"What're ya doing here?" he asks in disbelief, and you respond that you finally had free time from work

🏐He gives you another hug despite your protests before peppering your face in kisses, and your giggles stop along with his kisses when someone calls his name

🏐You both look and see a group of women all with his jersey number on them, and you instantly recognize them as the fangirls that you've noticed always hanging around whenever he did interviews

🏐He keeps his arm around your waist, and he steps a little closer to them. "Can I help ya?"

🏐You don't miss the way they eye you, and you raise an eyebrow at them

🏐"Is she your sister?"

🏐You laugh beside yourself at the petty question, not even being the least bothered by it, and Atsumu denies it, telling them that you're his girlfriend

🏐They all seemed more than shocked. "Oh," one of them starts. "I just expected her to be different?"

🏐Now you're pissed. Atsumu starts to defend you but you cut him off. "No, no, it's alright. They clearly have something to say," you start, stepping forward. "So, if you do. Say it."

🏐They all look between each other as you raise your eyebrows. "Atsumu there's no way you'd go for someone like her--"

🏐You deck her in the face, rolling your eyes when he falls onto the floor like a dramatic bitch

🏐"Oh, no, it looks like my hand slipped," you reply sarcastically as Atsumu's eyes widen, never seeing you or expecting you to do this

🏐You start walking away, stepping over the girl rolling on the ground holding her nose before turning to Atsumu. "Babe, you gotta get changed, right? Let's go."

🏐He jumps out of the shock he was in, glancing down at the girl on the ground, who's now being helped up by her friends before he runs after you

✂️"I know, I'm sorry. I'll remember next time," and you roll your eyes at the phrase that he says every time he forgets

✂️You were visiting your boyfriend at work because he had an annoying habit of forgetting his lunch

✂️You walk into the salon, seeing Terushima immediately, and his eyes widen in surprise before turning into a guilty smirk when you hold up the food

✂️"What did I tell you?" you scold when you walk up to him, and he kisses your forehead as he takes the food from you

✂️He thanks you again before giving you a soft kiss on the lips, and you're walking towards the door when you hear it

✂️"You know, Yuuji, you're pretty cute. Did I ever tell you that?"

✂️You stop in your tracks, spinning around on your heels to see his client blatantly flirting with him when you know she saw you interacting with him

✂️He responds with an awkward chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck, stating that he's taken, glancing your way

✂️"Oh, I didn't notice," she replies, and you watch her with a deadpanned look

✂️You walk up beside him, tiltling your head to the side

✂️"You need something?"

✂️She doesn't even seemed phased, giving you a simple shrug that makes you narrow your eyes at her

✂️This was sort of a regular occurrence, but no one's been this bold before, and you always caught the stares from other women, because duh your boyfriend's hot

✂️"This your girlfriend?" she asks, distain in her voice. "She seems like a bitch."

✂️"Excuse me?"

✂️"Aww, don't be like that. Most guys lower their standards, you know?" You cut her off, your fist connecting with her face before Terushima can even blink

✂️She actually tries to fight you back, but she obviously loses, getting to the point where her only goal is getting you off of her

✂️Terushima's thinking that's my girl, but then he's like oh shit, I have to stop this LMFAO

✂️He's quickly pulls you off of her, having a surprisingly hard time doing so

✂️"You chose the wrong one, bitch. Show your face here again and see what happens." She's quick to leave, and when you finally calm down, you realized that you just beat up someone in public, and Terushima almost loses his job 💀

🇦🇷You both stop when you hear someone call his name, both of you turning your attention towards the voice

🇦🇷You were walking out the gym hand-in-hand with your boyfriend going somewhere to celebrate after another win

🇦🇷When you walk out of the gym, the crowd has pretty much disappear due to Oikawa having a ton of interviews

🇦🇷He wraps his arm around you as you both laugh at an inside joke that you both had before he plants a kiss to your forehead

🇦🇷There's a small group of women with flags and wearing your boyfriend's jersey and he gives them a polite smile

🇦🇷This is nothing new for either of you, both of you already knowing what they want

🇦🇷He asks if they want a picture, already knowing the answer, and you easily take the pictures, this routine like clockwork to you

🇦🇷They giggle happily as you hand the phone back to one of them, and they all thank him before one of them speaks up

🇦🇷"Uh, this might sound weird, but are you seeing anyone?" You blink dumbly at her, like they didn't just see the two of you together

🇦🇷Oikawa has the same look on his face as he walks back to you, wrapping an arm around your waist before kissing your temple as he gives them a duh look, silently answering her question

🇦🇷"Are you sure?" another asks, and both you and Oikawa frown at the same time, as you feel yourself scoff

🇦🇷"More than anything in the world," he responds confidently

🇦🇷This isn't the first time fangirls have tried to come between your relationship, and he'll be damned if he lets it happen again

🇦🇷They all give each other questionable looks as you roll your eyes

🇦🇷"Is there a problem?" The tone in your voice surprises him, this being the first time he's heard aggression towards someone

🇦🇷"No, of course not," one answers sarcastically before reaching over and tugging your boyfriend over to them, the force so hard that he almost falls over. "We just think he would look better, happier with one of us."

🇦🇷You chuckle as you shake your head, and you reach over to take your hand off of your boyfriend, but she grabs at your wrist

🇦🇷Your reflexes are quick to kick in, and you yank both yours and Oikawa's wrist out of her grip before punching her in the face, probably harder than you needed to, but you were fucking pissed

🇦🇷Another girl tries to lunge for you, but you buck at her, making her quickly recoil. "You trynna get hit too?"

🇦🇷Oikawa's more than surprised, but he quickly puts his hand in yours before pulling you away from them with a proud smirk on his face

😷He sighs heavily as he turns to see a couple of women walking towards the both of you, his shoulders slumping slightly

😷Sakusa's never been a big fan of groups of people coming up to him after games, his number one priority getting home and relaxing after his game

😷You understand this pretty well, always helping him make his way out of the gym trying to find the route with the lowest chance of coming in contact with a lot of people

😷You had just made it out the doors, and Sakusa's about to take a breath of relief when he hears someone yelling his name

😷He's not really used to having "fangirls" a term that you use, and bottom line, he doesn't like it

😷They always crowd him, always trying to pry into his personal life, which is why he was so drawn to you when you first met

😷You were the complete opposite, more on the gentle, quieter side which he appreciated, liking that he could come home to you after a lot of excitement and just relax

😷"I'm sorry, but Sakusa doesn't really do pictures," you speak up, another reason why he really appreciates you, showing you by giving your hand a soft squeeze

😷But to his dismay, they don't back down, they actually turn pretty hostile pretty quickly

😷"Oh, relax, it's just one picture," she argues, and you give her a small smile

😷"I know, but seriously, he doesn't really care for them," you try again, and they both scoff

😷"What are you? His babysitter?" You raise your eyebrows at them as you turn your body towards them

😷"I'm his girlfriend. And I'm telling you that he doesn't want a picture."

😷"Well, you seem like a piece of shit girlfriend." You run your tongue over your teeth as you nod your head, and she actually has the audacity to try and reach for you

😷Before Sakusa can stop her, you dodge her hand before clocking her in the face, she hunches over in pain

😷The other girl tries to do the same, but you repeat your actions, putting her in the same position as her friend

😷"You got some audacity you dumb bitch, the fuck?"

😷To say the least, Sakusa is floored, your actions he least expected to come from you

😷"Hope you enjoy your broken nose. I'm gonna enjoy my boyfriend fucking his piece of shit girlfriend into next week."

😷Sakusa chokes as you pull him away, his face heating up at your words

😷"Did you really have to end with that?"