#fem!sena

[atebyflowers]

Abby with a size kink 😩

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎oh my god . . my fav ; cw size kink nsfw + mdni

she's so fucking cocky about it, she'll take any chance to remind you how easy it is for her to overpower you.. grabbing your waist, holding you in place on her lap in public, its impossible to move out of her grip.

definitely buys the biggest strap she can find and calls you dramatic for squirming so much when she's tryna put it inside you "s'not even half way baby . . relax" she instructs, n by the time it is all the way in shes pushing down on the outline poking through ur stomach.

loves when you ask to ride her because it always results in you getting tired and her having to physically bounce you up and down on her cock.

just her large fingers compared to your body is enough to make you cum, she doesn't even need a strap in all honesty.

always manhandling you. she loves being gentle with you at first, but overtime she learns how much you love when she's rough and uses it to her advantage. sometimes forgets just how much smaller you are compared to her, accidentally leaving more bruises than she intends.

she's obsessed with how easy it is to move you around. she'll fuck anywhere possible and pin you exactly where she needs you, moving you like a rag doll every which way. like, the shower, her car, the kitchen, it doesn't matter — she'll find a position to fuck you in.

she'll definitely eat you out for hours on end, your legs held in place around her thick arms — she loves watching you twitch under her body. "taste so fucking good . . i know its too much baby but you can give me another one right?" she'll ask, as if she's giving you a choice.

loves cock warming and watching you try to move anyway you can, knowing she's holding you down with her strong hands making it impossible for you to do anything.

makes you ride her thigh for sure .. she'll move you back and forth on her big leg for a little bit before making you do the work yourself — leaning back and watching as you desperately grind against her.

[senawashere]

Carolina?

Summary: Who is Carolina? Is she the other woman? And why Bradley is talking about her in his sleep?

A/n: I wrote this like 2 or 3 years ago for another character and i wanted to post again🤭

Warnings: tooth rutting fluff actually. Maybe a bit angst. And a bit smutt at the end. Hehehehe.

Bradley always talked in his sleep,most of life. So you were ok with it. But one night,everything chances.

You slowly wake up to a chill in the air, realizing that Bradley has closed most of the windows once again, as usual.

The room is dark, and the digital clock on your nightstand shows 4:28; you've only been asleep for four hours.

As you turn to the side, you see Bradley curled up in the blankets, lying on his side with his back turned to you. You approach him, pulling the blanket closer for warmth, and snuggle up to your husband, wrapping your arm around his abdomen. You drift back to sleep with you melting in his embrace, emitting a low, soft purr from his curled lips.

He feels so warm and resilient against you that you bury your face into his back, inhaling his scent, placing a few kisses on his shoulder blades before laying your head on the pillow. You hear Bradley's gentle murmurs as he returns to his dreams. When you open your eyes, you lift your head slightly, leaning towards him in hopes of understanding what he's saying, but his words are jumbled.

"Brad?" you whisper, wondering if he's about to wake up.

"Baby..." he murmurs, and then you hear something inconsistent.

"I'm here," you say softly, kissing his shoulder. He usually calls you "baby," so you assume he's talking to you.

"Baby... My baby..." he repeats, and as you smile at the thought of him dreaming about you, everything shatters with a single word.

"Carolina... Carolina, baby… my…girl"

Wait a second, who is Carolina?

It wakes you up faster than an alarm. As you sit up, looking at your still-sleeping husband, talking about someone named Carolina in his dreams, you're left puzzled. You don't know anyone by that name, so she must be someone Bradley knows, and that's concerning.

"Carolina... beautiful..." the words spill from his lips, almost inaudible but piercing your ears like a punch to the chest.

Lately, he's been so confused, but you haven't thought much about it, attributing it to all the work he put into his job and getting promoted. However, now you see it in a different light.

And yes you know his mother’s name is Carol but the problem is Carol and Carolina are not the same.

Or are they? No probably not.

Could Bradley be spending time with another woman? The thought of him cheating on you didn't cross your mind. Everything seemed so perfect; you were planning the moving somewhere else next summer, and he didn't seem regretful of his decision to marry you.

But then who is Carolina? And if she invaded his dreams, how important could she be? More important than you? It made your stomatch flip.

Afterward, you struggled to sleep, tossing and turning in bed for hours.

Bradley stops talking afterward, turning his face up, and while you lie awake next to him, going through every possible theory in your mind, he simply sleeps peacefully, unaware of your racing thoughts. As the sun begins to rise on the horizon, you're already out of bed, perched on a kitchen stool with your laptop, hoping to find a clue Bradley left behind as you delve into the history.

But what if he's really doing this? If he's cheating on you, he wouldn't be foolish enough to get caught like this. Right?

You make tea and reluctantly check his socials that he follows almost everyone he knows. You hate stalking your husband with the thought of him cheating on you but now you want to know if something strange is happening. Unfortunately, or fortunately, nothing suspicious comes up. Most of the accounts are from people who works with, either with people you know,his old friends, or his family members and some of his dads old friends.

No sign of another woman.

That’s good. Right?

Bradley wakes up to an empty bed. It's strange that you're not cuddling him or holding onto him like a koala bear. He blinks his swollen eyes a few times, adjusting to the low light, and straightens the other side of the bed where your body used to rest. Since the room isn't even that cold, he knows you've been up for a while.

Yawning and rubbing his eyes, he throws on a sweatshirt and slowly exits the room, sliding his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. He notices you immediately, curled up on the edge of the couch, looking out of the window. Your forehead is creased, indicating something is bothering you.

"Hey, honey, the bed was cold without you," he murmurs, walking towards you with slow steps, sitting beside you on the couch near the window.

You look at him, your jaw clenched,on verge of tears and even though you didn't want to start like this, the truth about the morning overwhelms you.

"Who is Carolina?"

Confusion is evident on his face. It's not the kind of thing that someone doesn't know what or who is being talked about. Carolina is a real person, and Bradley knows exactly who she is.

"What's this about now?" he asks, leaning back, putting some distance between you two, his arm dropping over the back of the couch,confusion is clearly visible all over his face.

"Do you know anyone named Carolina?" you push, narrowing your eyes.

"I do... well, I mean... it's not what you think honey really..."

"You talk in your sleep, Bradley."

"What?" his eyes widen.

"You often murmur incoherently, but last night, you kept repeating the name Carolina, and... you even called her baby. You called her baby! You only call me baby. "

The revelation dawns on him as you watch, and he takes a slow breath, exhaling gently. This is going to be more complicated than you anticipated.

"I'm telling you, but promise not to think I've lost my mind, okay?"

"You're scaring me, Bradley," you breathe out. "Tell me. Please."

"Okay, okay," he says, inhaling deeply and then nodding slightly. "Do you remember... the day when we thought you might be pregnant, about like five months ago?"

"Of course, I remember," you nod,biting your lip.

Your period was late, and you had vomited in the morning. Bradley had taken a test, and you both sat on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, waiting for the results. It came back negative.

You felt relieved, but a part of you wondered how it would have been if you were pregnant. Something in your head told you it wouldn't have been a big deal, but the timing wasn't right because you two were just about to get married and it would have been nice to get married first before having a baby.

"A few days after that... I had a dream."

"A dream?" You furrow your brows, unsure where this is going.

"Yeah. It was about you and me, and... we had a baby. A little girl. It wasn't something crazy; you were breastfeeding her in our bed, and I was watching you, and then I was holding her, rocking her to sleep and she was sleeping in my arms... It felt real, and when I woke up... I felt like something was missing."

You listen to him carefully, your lower lip tense, and your heart pounding in your chest.

"Since then, I've been having similar dreams. At least twice a week. Always the same baby, always with you inside, but we do different things. Sometimes we bathe her,sometimes we play tickling,sometimes we walk in the park, and sometimes she sleeps in a stroller... Once my mom and dad were in it and one time I saw Mav and Penny too, God, it felt so real," he confesses with a shaky breath. "The last few times, we didn't even have her with us. We gave her a name."

"Carolina? Her name is Carolina?" you softly ask, pushing yourself closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"Yes. She looks a lot like you, but her eyes are like mine. A perfect mix of both of us, and... I couldn't shake it off. Sometimes I wake up after a dream, and I feel like something has been taken away from us, it feels so real,I miss her even though I don't know her."

"Why didn't you tell me about these dreams, Baby?" you whisper, placing a small kiss on his shoulder.

"It felt super foolish, and I didn't know how it would make you feel. I knew we talked about trying for a baby after the wedding, and I thought bringing it up would upset you," he shrugs, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

As you sit on the couch, silence falls between you two, your head resting on his chest, his arms around you. This wasn't the outcome you expected. None of your theories came close to the truth Bradley just revealed.

"I was thinking about the same thing...for a while." you say.

"About what?"

"About having a baby. If the test had come back positive, how would it have been?"

"And...?" He leans back to look into your eyes.

"I wouldn't have aborted it," you admit honestly, and Bradley takes a slow breath, gently kissing your forehead. "Do you want to... start trying for a baby before we talk about,Bradley?"

"It can wait," he replies, looking as if he's afraid to say something that might upset you. "If we continue what we're doing, it's okay..."

"But I want to know what you want, Bradley. Tell me."

He takes a deep breath, running his tongue over his lips before speaking.

"I think I want it." The way your heart explodes at his words is undeniable. Realizing that he feels exactly the same way now brings tears to your eyes.

"It would probably mean a blow to the squad if we start now and succeed," you laugh, watching his eyes glimmer.

"That would be the best thing that ever happened," he chuckles, confessing, "just the thought of going on adventures while our baby grows under your heart... God, I could just cry just thinking about it."

"So," you grin, slyly teasing him as you hold his chin with one hand. "Carolina?"

"It could be something else if it's a boy."

"I like it," you murmur, nodding. "We can add it to the list. But before we start making lists, we should probably start trying for a baby, don't you think?"

He doesn't need more encouragement. As you both laugh and kiss, you find yourselves in your bedroom in an instant, clothes flying off as you fall onto the bed. Giving him a passionate kiss before he undresses you, you can't help but whisper, "I love you."

Ekkkk full of cuteness🥹🥹

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[puddingcake300]

Enstars Pokemon AU - Knights

[klug]

Keep thinking of Izumi using feminine italian speech in Alta Moda.

[creads]

⭐️ eu moro no seu pensamento. fem!reader x simón hempe

🪐 minha masterlist

» cw: smut! por favor só interaja se for +18; exes to lovers; simon!ciumentinho; menção ao consumo de álcool e maconha; masturbação masc e fem; dirty talk; phone sex; linguagem chula; menção a creampie e sexo oral; simon 50% aquariano nato 50% patético e leitora 100% loba (we ❤️ to see it)

» wn: como uma boa loba mineira reconhece a outra, eu adoro a marina sena, então fiz esse smut baseado na música “sonho bom” da diva (não deixem de ouvir a música, por favor! além de ser muito boa, ouvir ela pensando nesse cenário é babilônico, o link está no final da história!). a leitora é o CÃO nessa KKKKKK espero que gostem 🎀🐺⭐️

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Sentado no sofá para assistir o jogo com os amigos, Simón não poderia estar prestando menos atenção na partida de futebol que passa na TV, nem os gritos dos colegas bêbados e afoitos com o time perdendo conseguem distrair o moreno do seu pensamento mais recorrente: você.

Procurando um jeito de te ver todo dia Quero olhar na sua cara, saber da sua vida Se cê tá de boa, como tá sua família?

Faz um mês e meio que você e Simón terminaram, por mais que nenhum dos dois sabe ao certo o que causou o fim da relação. Cortaram o contato completamente, apesar do garoto fazer questão de andar pelos caminhos mais longos da faculdade só para te olhar: quer ver se você parece estar bem, com quem você conversa, o que você está vestindo.

Quero saber se você pensa em mim Eu tô pensando em você

Se nos momentos de sobriedade você já não sai da cabeça de Simón, quem dirá depois de um dia inteiro de bebedeira em um churrasco na casa do amigo. Após muitas cervejas, ele pensa que há alguns meses atrás começava e terminava o dia ao seu lado: a manhã era repleta de chamegos antes de levantarem para a faculdade; a noite o quarto era preenchido pelos seus gemidos, pelo barulho da pele com a pele e sons molhados dele metendo em você. E agora, nada.

É minha sina, não precisa falar nada Só cruza o olhar no meu de vez em quando E eu sei do que se trata É uma vontade que não passa Eu penso em você, você pensa em mim Mas ninguém fala nada

Não é como se o problema fosse a falta de sexo, muito pelo contrário, dia sim e dia não Simón leva uma menina nova para a cama, mas não adianta, nenhuma é você. Ele insiste no erro porque ainda tem esperanças de encontrar outra que consiga te substituir, mas nada: se entregam completamente pra ele, só conseguem gemer ao ouvir as coisas que ele fala, perdem a postura. Simón sente falta do seu jeitinho provocante: você rebate as coisas que ele te diz, joga tão sujo quanto ele, se faz de difícil. Ele sente falta da conquista, da tensão, de você.

E nessa guerra fria, eu doida pra ficar pelada E eu chego, pouca roupa Muita pele, você não aguenta E dá um confere, eu sei que te agrada Tudo na calada, mas eu tô ligada

Cansado de pensar tanto, Simón se levanta do sofá e vai pro banheiro, nem fala nada com os amigos, os mesmos que não cansam de zoar quando ele fecha a cara ao te ver conversando com outro cara na faculdade. Ainda mais usando aquela saia que deixava suas coxas evidentes, as mesmas coxas que ele já tanto beijou, mordeu, apalpou, lambeu… Mas, agora, o que ele pode fazer é ir se aliviar no banheiro do único jeito que sabe.

Ele se sente muito sujo, sabe que deveria ter apagado esse áudio. Na verdade, ele nem se lembrava da existência dele, descobriu sem querer um dia que estava com saudade de você e foi ler as conversas antigas, até que se deparou com uma mina de ouro: uma mensagem de voz sua daquela vez que ele viajou com os pais, com a vozinha de sono ainda, dizia: "Amor, eu acabei de ter um sonho bom com você... Tava me chupando do jeito que só 'cê sabe, tão gostoso... Depois me botou pra sentar enquanto dava tapa na minha bunda... Olha só o estado que você me deixou, filho da puta." Seguido de um barulhinho molhado, que para ele era indistinguível: eram seus dedos passeando pela sua buceta, encharcada só de ter sonhado com ele. O áudio continua com você gemendo baixinho e falando tudo que falava no ouvido do moreno quando estavam juntos. Desde que encontrou essa mensagem antiga, nunca precisou mais ver nenhum pornô, prefere bater uma ouvindo sua voz doce falar coisas tão sujas.

É um ritual que se desenrola muito rápido, dá play no áudio e imediatamente está com o pau nas mãos, fazendo movimentos de vai e vem rápidos. O banheiro pequeno começa a ficar abafado, é torturante te ouvir falando aquelas coisas e não ser a sua mão em volta dele. Tonto de tesão, fica muito decepcionado quando o áudio é interrompido, e desesperado ao perceber que acidentalmente apertou na miniatura do telefone. Te ligou sem querer, merda. Desliga na velocidade da luz, torcendo para que você não tenha nem recebido a ligação.

Aquele dia você me ligou do nada Disse que foi sem querer Mas tava lendo as conversa antiga e achando graça Só me manda: Oi, que passa Só me manda: Oi, que passa

"NÃO MANDAR MENSAGEM está te ligando". Simón lê na tela brilhosa do telefone, não deu nem tempo de se recompor - nem broxar, que situação horrível. Esse é o nome que os amigos dele colocaram no seu contato, e ele deixou isso mesmo, era orgulhoso demais para ir atrás. Mas agora não tinha como não atender, era melhor responder e fingir que está tudo bem.

Atende e quase derrete quando ouve "Tava lendo conversa antiga, Simón?". Merda. A verdade é que você também não estava sóbria, tinha fumado um sozinha e a maconha bateu diretamente pra sua buceta: ficou com saudade dele. Mas ele não precisava saber disso. De qualquer forma, não ia perder a oportunidade de falar com o ex, afinal, ele que te procurou, né?

— 'Cê é bem metidinha, né? Tava procurando resumo de matéria e te liguei sem querer, só isso. — Tenta manter a marra, novamente: era orgulhoso. Mas a voz dele saiu em um tom você conhecia muito bem, era um tom que ele usava pra disfarçar o desespero e o tesão.

— Você? Querendo resumo de matéria? Num sábado à noite? — Você diz, convencida, sabia exatamente qual conversa antiga ele estava lendo, se lembra muito bem de ter gravado esse áudio, e conhecia Simón como a palma da sua mão: sabia exatamente o que ele ia fazer com aquela mensagem de voz. Nunca se preocupou dele mostrar para ninguém, ele era ciumento demais pra cogitar fazer isso.

— Não importa, o que você tá fazendo? — Ele mesmo reconhece que a desculpa foi muito esparramada, mas finge naturalidade, tenta mudar o assunto.

Respira fundo com o jeito do menino. — Tô vendo um filme. —

— Tá gostando?

— Não, tô entediada.

Silêncio.

— Saudade de ver filme com você. — A frase saiu da boca de Simon, não sabia se era por causa das cervejas ou do pau latejando na mão dele. Antes que pudesse se arrepender, pensou: já liguei mesmo, agora foda-se, “se tá no inferno, abraça o capeta”.

— É por isso que ‘cê me ligou, Simón? Pra falar que tá com saudade de mim?

— Não falei que tô com saudade de você, burrinha. Tô falando que tô com saudade de ver filme com você.

— Burrinho é você, eu sei muito bem o que eu tô falando. A gente fazia tudo menos ver filme.

— Não tenho culpa se essa buceta sua é tão gostosa. — Ele diz, e não liga pro fato de parecer um tarado quando fala isso, não se contenta de tanta saudade que estava da sua língua afiada; da sua língua no geral, a que lambia o pescoço dele enquanto se beijavam e responsável pela melhor mamada que ele já recebeu. Involuntariamente, aperta o membro que estava na mão dele, desesperado por qualquer tipo de estímulo.

Eu vou resolver essa tua cara amarrada Só me manda: Oi, que passa Só falar que quer, que passa

— ‘Cê acha que eu não sei disso, Simón? Eu te vejo me olhando na faculdade com cara de cachorrinho abandonado. E agora me ligando com esse papinho de que minha buceta é gostosa... Tá querendo me comer e não sabe pedir. — Você diz, sabendo muito bem o que seu tom causa nele.

— Porra... — O garoto diz com um suspiro e volta a se masturbar, com movimentos de vai e vem rápidos. Ele já entende que você entendeu, e não tem a intenção de se segurar.

— E assim, eu achei que ‘cê fosse mais espertinho e conseguisse perceber que eu também sinto saudade. Mas não… Fica de orgulhinho e aí tem que bater uma pensando em mim. É isso que você tá fazendo né? Eu te conheço muito bem.

Eu vou te falar exatamente o que te falta Tá faltando minha sentada Eu acabo com a sua marra

— E é uma pena, sabe? Vai desperdiçar essa porra toda quando podia guardar ela dentro de mim.

— Continua falando. — Ele diz, ofegante, sabe que não vai durar mais muito tempo, mas não quer correr o risco de ficar sem ouvir sua voz enquanto ele se alivia.

— Pede com jeitinho — Você dizia, provocante, adora infernizar a vida desse moleque. Não é de ferro, o que acontece do outro lado te excita, e muito, então desce com a mão até a sua buceta, tão necessitada do garoto que geme para você no telefone.

— Por favor, não para de falar… Por favor, não para… — Ele te responde, praticamente suplicando.

— É? E o que você quer que eu fale? Hm? Quer que eu fale que eu tô doida pra sentar em você? Que só isso vai resolver essa marra sua? Ou que eu queria que você jogasse tudinho dentro de mim? Mas, como ‘cê é orgulhoso demais, eu tô tendo que me dedar aqui no sofá… O mesmo sofá que você me colocava pra mamar a noite toda. É isso que você quer ouvir, Simón? — Coloca tudo pra fora, faz questão de falar devagarinho, pra combinar com o ritmo que faz círculos no seu clitóris e pra torturar o garoto, só mais um pouquinho. Não tem pressa nenhuma porque sabe exatamente como a noite vai terminar.

— Você é uma cachorra, meu Deus... — Ouve Simón te xingar, quase incoerente. Logo depois escuta um gemido misturado com grunhidos, depois, uma respiração pesada, ofegante. Sabe que ele terminou, o barulho da torneira sendo aberta pra ele limpar a mão só confirma sua teoria.

— Você gozou? — Ele te pergunta enquanto sobe a cueca e a calça com pressa.

— Ainda não…

— Então para o que você tá fazendo, tô indo pra aí agora.

— Então vem rápido, gatinho. Não vou te esperar a noite inteira não.

Parece que tudo indica pra essa direção Parece que eu gosto quando aparece No meu sonho bom Você tá na mesma situação Já acorda com o meu nome martelando na sua mente É uma maldição.

[myunghology]

— ✦ chose you for a reason!

featuring izumi sena x fem! reader (IMSORRY)

warnings reader feeling insecure :(. izumi literally sees reader shirtless but they're in a dressing room together anyway so like LMAO. tw ooc izumi i think.. deep kisses help

genre + context fluff, comfort. izumi reassures reader while they're out shopping and trying on clothes together <3

a/n harriet dis is 4 u. ily even tho ur such a big slut for izumi sena. @yoshinyaki1330

Today was Izumi's day off from his idol work, and because you've been so clingy and annoying begging for his attention, his words, not mine— he decided to take you out for a shopping spree.

Totally not because he feels bad for always been so busy to the point that he never spends time with you. Plus he misses going out with you.. Though he'll never really admit that in front of your face.

Partially also because you needed new clothes. You didn't think so, but your boyfriend definitely did. You already have so much clothes.. But naturally, he just loves spoiling you.

And so, you were here in the dressing room, currently— Izumi was finding clothes that he knows will suit you. You quietly stare at yourself at the mirror, not feeling satisfied, for some reason.

"Are you still there? Let me in." Your boyfriend's voice interrupts, before you unlock the door to let him come inside, whilst he locks the door again once he gets in.

Izumi furrows his eyebrows, "Why aren't you trying anything on yet?" He asks sternly, leaning against the door, but then his eyes immediately soften once he sees how blankly your staring at yourself.

He quietly approaches you from behind, one of his hands resting on your waist, his head resting on your shoulder, as he asks. "You alright? You know you can tell me anything, gorgeous."

You pout playfully, turning your head to look at him. "I don't feel confident enough to wear these clothes." You say in a whisper, noticing that he's given you clothes that were supposed to wrap around your body like it was nothing.

Your boyfriend frowns, "Nothing you can't pull off, yeah?" He whispers as he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear, planting a soft kiss on your temple.

"Still.." You try to reason, until he cuts you off with a kiss— his head craning down for his lips to meet yours as his hands travel to your waist, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he deepens the kiss.

You pull away from running out of breath, your sighs deep and so are his, a thin string of saliva in between the two of you. "I love you. You're so perfect to me, you have no idea," He breathes out with a smirk plastered onto his face.

"You always get what you want, don't you?" You giggle, ruffling his hair as he plants another kiss, but on your cheek this time. "I could say the same for you. You're spoiled and you know it."

"That's your fault! I didn't even ask for half the stuff I have now.."

myunghology: LET ME COOK NOW

[poetryandfluffycats]

Just one time~

A/N: I'm working on requests I swear I just found this in my drafts and felt the need to post🤍

Pairing: Izumi Sena x fem!reader

Warnings: very suggestive, dub-con, izumi is a bitch, mentions of makoto, yandere themes, biting, established friendship

Content: Izumi is your friend, a close friend, he'd never do anything to hurt you. You hardly even notice when he starts getting a bit too close for comfort.

Words: 1.5k

Oneshot under cut!

It started out slow. So slow you didn't realize what was happening.

You'd see Izumi in the halls. He'd greet you and you'd greet him. He'd ask how you were, you'd ask how he was.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Then the texts came.

"How was your day?" "Are you busy" "Do you wanna hang out?"

Still normal, still friendly. You were always happy to talk to one of Yumenosakis top models, so you'd answer him.

"it was good" "nope, not busy" "yeah, sure:)"

You'd hang out together. He'd take you out to lunch, or shopping, or he'd invite you back to his dorm to watch a movie. It was always a good time, you'd always have fun.

Sometimes his hands would linger on you, or his hugs would last longer than needed, but you just wrote it off as him being affectionate. Maybe he was this touchy-feely with all his friends? You preferred over him being rude and unpleasant towards you, like he was to most people, so you never said anything.

Besides, what was the worst that could happen?

Soon, his texts started to become more frequent.

"i'm bored, wanna come over?" "did you see the photos from my shoot?" "are you awake? i cant sleep"

Still, you didn't mind.

He was charming, kind and fun to be around. He had such a way with words that could make any girl swoon. It was hard not to blush at how much attention he was giving you. And also hard not to notice how mind-blowingly atractive he was.

He was everything a guy should be and more.

And he seemed to like you alot.

So, you kept texting him. You'd always say yes to his invitations. You were happy to oblige, happy to ignore the lingering touchs and longing looks, and you quickly found Izumi becoming one of your best friends.

It wasn't until the texts started to become more forward that you started to notice something wrong.

"mao and kuro are out, come see me;)" "wish u were here" "are u alone right now?"

They were... odd, to say the least. But once again, you tried to write it off as Izumi just being Izumi. He was always flirtatious, but there was no way these texts meant anything right? After all, he was in love with Makoto Yuuki, right?

Right?

...

"can u come over? so lonely:("

You were about to reply when another text popped up.

"need u here"

Your heart fluttered at the message, you couldn't tell whether it was from excitement or uneasiness. He needed you. You were wanted, that was a good thing, right? You had gone over to his dorm at night many times before, even slept over before, surely this time wouldn't be any different.

Not giving yourself any more time to dwell on your doubts, you typed out a response.

"on my way"

...

The walk to Izumis dorm was a long one, since he lived on the top floor, but thankfully it gave you enough time to compose yourself and beat down that growing feeling of anxiety in your stomach. There was nothing weird about wanting to spend time with a friend, that's all he wanted to do. Hang out, watch a movie, talk late into the night then go to bed. Just an ordinary sleepover. He would never try and...

No, it was wrong to think that. You shook the thought out of your head, quickening your pace. He wouldn't do that, not to you.

Not to a friend.

The anxiety didn't stop however, even as you stood in front of Izumis door. Your hand trembled as you raised it to knock on the door, and you let out a surprised yelp when it opened almost immediately. Almost as if he had been waiting right by it.

Izumi stood leaning against the door frame, his usual smirk playing on his lips. "I was starting to think you wouldn't come," His eyes scanned up and down your body and his smile grew wider, "you look nice"

"Oh, uh, thank you..." You mumbled, feeling your cheeks flush red. It wasn't like you had gotten dressed up to see him or anything, just wearing a plain crop top and sweatpants set, but if he thought you looked nice then it must have been true. Izumi did have pretty high standards of woman after all.

"Are you going to come in? Mao and Kuru are out, so we have the whole dorm to ourselves... its quite romantic, don't you think?" He winked at you, the redness in your cheeks intensifying under his gaze.

You took a step into the dorm, forcing a smile and giving the silver haired male a playful nudge on the shoulder. "If you wanted romantic you should've invited Yukki-kun over, not me" You teased, trying to lighten the atmosphere as much as humanly possible.

"Well, I didn't" The playful tone in Izumis voice was suddenly replaced by a more serious one, his smirk falling and curling down into a frown. He stepped in front of you, effectively trapping you between himself and the wall and blocking you from going further into the dorm.

You swallowed. His perfume was strong and intoxicating, clouding your senses. He smelt so good...

"I invited you, so lets not talk about Yukki-kun, alright?" He rested his forehead against yours, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His voice dropped down to a whisper, hot breath fanning over your lips, "How about we just focus on each other, huh?"

You knew where this was headed, and you hated it.

"S-Sena, please" You whimpered, pressing your hands flat against his chest in a feeble attempt to push him off. However, he refused to move, his hands snaking down your body to firmly grasp your hips and pull you flush against him.

Izumi hummed, ignoring the discomfort in your voice and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, "So annoying... god you smell good, its driving me crazy..."

Panic began to rise in your stomach again, the earlier feeling of unease from your walk here returning on full blast. He wasn't stopping. Why wasn't he stopping? You pushed at this chest again, harder this time, but he didn't even budge an inch. He simply chuckled, tightening his grip on your hips to the point where it was almost painful.

You needed to get out of there somehow. You couldn't let him take advantage of you. Not like this.

"Please Sena! You're scaring me-AuGH!-"

Your plead was cut short as a pair of teeth sunk deep into your neck, mere centimetres away from your pulse point. In fact, if he moved any closer he'd be ripping your throat out. The message was clear.

Shut up and stay still, or else.

"If you really care about me, you'll let me do this" He whispered, retracting his teeth from your neck and soothing the bruising mark with his tongue, "Don't you care about me? Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I-I care about you, you're my best friend! Its just-"

"Just what? Are you really that selfish? I need this! Just let me have you goddammit! I need you!"

You gasped at the outburst, the panic that had been bubbling in your chest finally exploding as tears began to run down your cheeks. Izumi had never raised his voice at you before, he never shouted at you. And it terrified you.

Noticing the tears on your cheeks, his grip on you softened, his previous look of hunger and lust turning into one of guilt and shame. He took a step away, running his hands through his hair and sighing heavily.

"Shit, (name), I'm so sorry, please don't cry" He reached out to grab your hands, bringing them to his chest, "I shouldn't have yelled, I know you're scared but... please... I need this, I need you to trust me"

You stared down at your hands on his chest, a small part of you finding the gesture oddly comforting. Maybe this was how things were meant to be? Even after his outburst, he was so calm in his tone. So sure of himself, so sure of what he was saying even if it did sound obscene. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to help him out.

What type of best friend doesn't help her best friend out when he needed it?

You meet his gaze. He was so desperate, so vulnerable, so lustful. It was a look you'd only ever seen him direct at Makoto, the man he supposedly loved with all his heart, yet here he was using it towards you.

It confused you.

Why was he looking at you like that when he was meant to be in love with Makoto?

But that didn't matter in this moment, not to Izumi at least. All that mattered was him getting what he wanted, and what he wanted was you.

"Just one time right? That's all you need?" You mumbled, your voice barely audible.

He nodded eagerly, that oh so familiar smirk returning to his lips, "Of course, one time. I'll never ask again, I promise"

You bit your lip, thinking over the situation just one more time. It was just one time, one time then he'd go back to Makoto and then things would go back to normal, right? One time...

"O-okay, you can have me"

[badasgirlfriend]

i miss you, im sorry (smau)

synopsis: sena and mark were the couple everyone envied, their bond seen as the perfect puzzle pieces that fit each other, everyone believed they would last forever. however, their messy breakup left both with a sour taste in their mouths. now, a year later, they meet again in an unexpected situation - both having signed up for a theatrical play. although they've clearly 'moved on', sena wants to put the past behind her but mark is determined to win her back. is this a chance for a happy ending or for more heartbreak?

pairings: mark lee x choi sena (fem!oc)

genre: exes to lovers, college au, non idol au, whipped mark, angsttttt😟, crack, fluff

warnings: a lot of kys jokes, depression

status: ongoing

taglist open: @b1ackbunny , @italiekim , @1luvkarina

PROFILES I | PROFILES II

01. stalking mark

02. im fine

[atebyflowers]

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ dbf!abby having to deal with you teasing her all day during a family reunion. the moment she saw you show up in a short skirt, thigh high socks and a tiny little shirt that perfectly showed off your cleavage — she knew your intentions. having to keep her cool in front of your father, she watches as you manage to take every opportunity you could to bend over in front of her .. subtly covering your body with your hand.. careful not to flash anything, knowing she was the only one looking, knowing it would drive her crazy.

"shut up.. shut the fuck up before we get caught" she growls, your back pressed against the bathroom wall, abby — who had followed you in as you slipped away from your family outside, pulsing her fingers in and out of your puffy cunt. "you wanted this the whole time didn't you?" she asks, her free hand cupping your face with a tight grip as tears streamed down your warm cheeks. "awh, s'to much is it baby? is it? you can take it .. acting like a goddamn slut out there ... you love it yeah? teasing me in front of your family? fuckin take it" she mocks you as you reach closer and closer to your release. "use ur words baby.. talk to me" she orders, and you obey. "m'sorry abs.. just- ah, just wanted your attention" you whine. "of course you did, such a whore for me" she scoffs as she speeds up her pace, pushing you over the edge until a stream of white cream and juices pour out into her fingers. "there we go.. such a pretty girl, did so good for me" she coo's, slowing down as she places sweet kisses on your neck.

[senawashere]

Hi could I request something fluffy for Bradley? Maybe he comes home after a bit too many beers at the Hard Deck and is super needy just needs a bit of affection🤭 please take your time, and no rush! You can go wherever you want with this:)

We're on this together...(Chapter VII)

Summary: Cat is out of the bag.

A/n: It took a lot,sorry.. And thank you @promisingyounglady for thus request,i changed it a bit,hope you will like it!!!

Warnings: Infertility,mentions of miscarrige,mentions of hospital,mentions of getting pregnant,mentiones of ivf.Use of alcohol,arguing,use of bad languange. Not so angsty anymore🥹

September 11 2022

If there was one thing Bradley wanted, it was to spend the rest of his life with you.

If there was one thing Bradley definitely wanted, it was to have a family with you.

You wished he was more creative, more romantic, but when your period was late and you started feeling queasy about food, you took a pregnancy test and burst into tears when you saw the result.

You had been trying for this for years and you were exhausted.

Mental breakdowns, crying sessions, crises, fights, negative tests, negative doctor visits and more, it hurt a lot for years.

But one day everything changed.

That test that you were used to seeing as negative came back positive that day.

You were pregnant.

You wished you could create something to share the news with Bradley, but he came running to your screams, his eyebrows pinched together in distress and he ran into the bathroom with a frantic "Baby?!"

You were jumping, holding the test with tears streaming down your face, "We're going to be parents! Bradley, we're going to be parents!"

"What?!" Bradley screamed, his vision instantly blurring as he gasped for air and gasped for air, and he stood up to ground himself from the overwhelming emotions and pulled you to his chest, giving you a bone-crushing hug.

Another thing you'll remember forever.

°•°•°•

Of course you were smart enough to wait nine months, but you didn't expect Bradley to be so protective of you the moment he found out you were pregnant.

"Why are you using the kettle, baby? There's hot water in there."

"Oh no, honey, you're not taking Duke to the park by yourself."

"Don't sleep too close to the side, baby, come here, into my arms."

"What are you doing?! Hell no, you're not even going near the vacuum cleaner."

You could barely breathe as Bradley watched you, his body ready to interfere with you.

God forbid, because right now your baby is lying in your womb sipping on damn cocktails in your bladder.

“What happened? What happened?” Bradley woke up frantically, his sleepy eyes wide and his hair a mess as he leaned towards you.

“Baby, I’m just gonna pee.” you chuckled quietly.

He rubbed his eyes as he got out of bed, muttering, “Okay, let’s go.”

You sat down on the bed, looking at him in shock as he yawned and waited for you.

“Bradley, I’m seriously just gonna pee,” you said, before pointing to the bathroom, “Right there.”

Your husband’s arrogance made him look at you in confusion, “Yeah, I know. Come on then, let’s go and pee.”

You stood up, “I’m not gonna pee while you’re staring at me like a hawk.”

“Okay, I won’t look then.”

“Roo!”

“Whaaaat?” He shrugged at you as he dragged you to the bathroom, looking at you, “I just want to protect you and our baby.”

“I think that’s great, but baby,” you sighed, “Go back to bed and let me pee on my own, okay?”

He wasn’t sure, his eyebrows furrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest in displeasure as he watched you step closer to him, wearing your fluffy slippers.

“Relax, cranky,” you teased, before pressing a kiss to his cheek and heading into the bathroom.

Brad, being Brad, sat on the bed, his eyes glued to the closed door, mentally prepared to rush you if you did so little as whimper.

But minutes later, you washed your hands, yawned, and rubbed your eyes before jumping on your waiting husband.

You shook your head and let out a laugh of disbelief, “I can’t believe you.”

Worse, Bradley wasn’t the only one constantly freaking out and protecting you from the world’s many terrible dangers, and more specifically, TV remotes, vacuum cleaners, and everything else that was going on around him.

But so was Duke.

The little—now big—pup was definitely his dad’s best friend, because Duke’s body had grown and he would be right next to you whenever a family member or friend got too close. If you were all sitting on the couch, Duke’s paw was always on your belly next to Bradley’s hand.

It was enough to make you wonder if Duke was even human.

Bradley shared the news with the squad when you were almost 3 months pregnant:

"She's over there!"

His voice was drowned out by the clinking of glasses and the heavy bass of the rock song playing through the crappy speakers in the corner of the room, but it was still unmistakable. His "greeting" was followed by shouts and howls from the rest of the group, many of whom raised their glasses in honor of your (late) arrival.

"My hot wife!"

Bradley, despite his drunkenness, smiled widely and greeted you protectively, as he had for the last few weeks – this time he removed your coat and purse, along with any bags or extra weight he had hanging on brass hooks underneath.

You scanned the bar table and his facial expression for any signs of displeasure or concern.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when he started "dad mode," his tendencies to go into overdrive, but it definitely started that rainy and cold Tuesday night in your shared bathroom as you sat leaning against the wall of the tub with three positive pregnancy tests.

“I wish you would stop calling me that, Brad,” you sneered as he helped you free your arms from your jacket. "One day you'll make a scene."

The drunk man chuckled.

"What can i say,baby?."

You nodded and rolled your eyes at his antics as you turned your attention towards to your soon to be husband and the man of the hour, intending to pull him in for quick hug and a kiss.

“Y/n!”

Despite the loud noise of the bar, you heard a familiar voice. You turned back to see Jake coming towards you both. Approaching Bradley first.

"Hello, birthday boy," Jake's voice was soft against the drunken slur that was beginning to take over Bradley.

"It's not nice of you to be late for my party,"

“Well sometimes traffic can be a pain in the ass,you know that. But here are my two favorite people standing together. Come give me a hug” he slurred, pulling both in rather roughly for a bone-crushing hug.

You managed to squeeze out a giggle between Jake's bone-crushing hug.

You saw Bradley stiffen out of the corner of his eye, as if saying, "Jeez calm down, dude. She's pregnant, for God's sake," or letting the interaction continue.

He knew he wasn't allowed to do the first one because you both agreed to wait until all your friends and family gathered at the same time to tell them the great news, so Bradley let Jake hug you. You hugged extra tight despite his unrealistic, dramatic concerns that he would crush his fragile body or somehow harm the baby. When he released you from his grasp, he made sure to send Jake a reassuring smile.

Your greeting to Penny and Natasha was short and sweet, both opting to kiss you on the cheek.

“Let me see it one more time,” Natasha’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper, over the chatter of the bar.

You felt the heat creep up your cheeks as she took your hand in hers to examine the ring on your fourth finger.

The ring was thin and gold, studded with a single, elegant but large diamond in the center.

“It's beautiful,” she whispered, marveling at the way the jewel floated even in the dim, tungsten glow of the bar.

You mumbled a quiet “thank you” before leading back to the other side of the table. You turned to where Bradley was waiting for you with his arms outstretched, a shit-eating grin on his face.

You caught the wind of tequila on his breath as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

You tasted it too, kissing his lips quickly and - oh my god, had he gained weight too? Or was he getting more bulkier? But he looked like a whole damn meal like this too.

"So okay?You did worry me when you said you were going to be late,are you okay now?" Bradley's question was asked in a low voice so only he could hear.

Bradley had been celebrating all day with Jake, Natasha, Javy, Mickey,Bob,Maverick and Penny so this was the first time he saw you since you kissed him and sent him off to work this morning.

You nodded and smiled, but your face made Bradley believe otherwise.

"I felt nauseous when I got home from the office. It took me a little longer to get out the door," he shrugged, implying that it wasn't a big deal but that he didn't feel 100 percent ready to party either.

“Baby,” Bradley half-scolded you, feeling a good portion of his hum leave his body when Y/N said she wasn’t feeling well. Clinging on you like a koala because of the alcohol in his veins.

"Why didn't you tell me you were not feeling good? I would come home and sit with you."

“I wasn't going to ask you to interrupt your best friend's birthday dinner just because I was vomiting for the umpteenth time this week,” you said sternly, making it clear that you were fine.

"I'm fine. I promise."

Bradley's jaw softened at your sentence, the muscles in his torso relaxing from their tense positions.

"Oh! Will you two stop whispering and get drunk with me?!" Jake shouted across the table, bursting the bubble that had temporarily surrounded the couple as both whispered about their sweet little secret they were dying to tell everyone.

“You,” Jake pointed a finger at Y/N’s head. “Don’t be shy. Now,” he pointed at the bartender who was making drinks at the opposite end of their table.

Both you and Bradley chuckled nervously, not sure how to handle the fact that you couldn’t drink without airing dirty laundry.

“I think I need to eat some food before I do that. Why don’t you get some for Bradley,” You grabbed Bradley’s shoulder and pushed him forward, praying that it would be enough to entertain the drunk boy.

“Fine,” Jake glared.

“That’ll make it hard for you to keep up later, though!”

He grabbed Bradley by the bicep and pushed through the crowd to get him liquor, which he was so eager for.

Your conversations with Penny were light, mostly about what they had done today and the bet they had made that Bradley would need to have a ride for the night.

You successfully dodged Natasha’s questions about how the fertility and planning were going,how the doctor was and was it helping your sex life.

“We are trying hard,it is going good,” you replied with a nervous chuckle, the truth being that you were pregnant right now.

It felt like ages before the two of them – Jake and Bradley– returned.

You had chosen the fries and were sipping on the ginger ale Bradley had bought you before Jake came, but you were interrupted when Bradley and Jake returned to the table.

He was drunk.

Quite drunk.

More than tipsy.

Damn he wasn’t even seeing straight anymore.

And you knew it because his body was even warmer and his eyes looked even hazier than before he left.

You definitely imagined them having more than one shot at the bar, but you didn’t have much time to think about it before you felt his arms wrap around your waist and rest on your hips. You returned his touch, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your head on his chest.

“I love you,” Bradley murmured into the soft spot between your jaw and ear, then his hands slid under your shirt to rest on your lower belly.

“I love you too,” you said again.

You could feel him smiling against your skin as he cradled the barely-there baby bump beneath your oversized sweater.

Bradley was the only one who saw you regularly enough to notice the small changes your body was going through. To everyone else, you still looked like plain old Y/N.

“We like you more but if you don’t stop fooling me in the middle of this bar,” You began, speaking light-heartedly and quietly into your ear, “Everyone will know and you won’t understand. You have to be quiet in order to have that announcement party you’ve been planning for weeks.”

Bradley sighed, knowing you were right, and loosened his grip on your stomach, choosing to at least throw an arm over your shoulder to keep you close.

“I know what you’re up to,” Jake and Natasha looked at the two from across the table.

This caught the attention of not only Jake and Natasha, but also Bob,Maverick and Penny. Everyone turned to look at Jake, anticipating what he was going to say next.

“So what’s going on here, Y/n?” Jake asked flirtatiously.

A frown formed on Btadley’s face, his arms quickly pulled up to his chest as he huffed.

“You’re trying to get out of here and leave us alone on your birthday.”

“I guess I’m not even here then. I guess I am just your fantasy then,” Bradley said, rolling his eyes.

“We’re not trying to leave you, man. I promise,” you stuck your pinky out on the table as a gesture of sincerity.

“Besides.” Jake’s drunken chatter was starting to sound rather childish now, and it was getting more and more entertaining by the second.

“We don’t do that, Bangman,” Bradley Replied.

“Liars. Both of you.”Jake threw a bunch of straw wrappers in Bradley’s direction, which bounced off Bradley’s chest and landed near his feet.

They were both heavily intoxicated now, and you didn’t want a fight between them.

“Where could we possibly go, hmm?” Bradley scoffed, resting his chin on the knuckles of his free hand that was resting on the table. "What better thing could we possibly plan than spending time with you on my birthday dinner?"

They watched as Jake fought his remaining sobriety for an answer, but he eventually gave in to his drunkenness and said, "I don't know. You're probably going to fuck each other or something.”

The table burst out laughing and you hid your face in Bradley’s chest because you were embarrassed.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Penny said before taking a long sip of her cocktail.

“Look. We’re in agreement.” Jake tried her best to sound serious in his drunken stupor.

“Prove to me that you won’t leave me at here and have another shot,” Jake said like a 5-year-old.

“Dude why the fuck they would leave you here at his own party dinner?” Bob asked but Bradley cut him off. “Fine,” Bradley shrugged. “Let’s go back to the bar then.”

Bradley started to pull Jake towards him but was stopped abruptly.

“No,” Jake said quickly.

“Y/n too. If you both drink, you can’t go home and leave me,” he said proudly, as if it was the smartest idea he could come up with.

“Hangman, maybe she doesn’t want to drink with y-” Bob was cut once again.

“Oh my god Bob stop, she loves drinking!” Jake absurdly said.

He couldn’t even form proper sentences and he wouldn’t listen to anything you said or Bradley or Bob.

You just knew that Jake was sloppy drunk and acting like an idiot like he always did, but you couldn’t help but feel your palms start to sweat.

You couldn’t tell Jake the real reason you couldn’t have drinks with the group tonight, so you quickly tried to come up with another excuse since you’d been stuffing your belly with fries since he’d given you your last one.

But there was no need to think any further when Bradley was helping you with his.

“She can’t do that, man. Now, come on. Let’s get some more tequila. Looks like Nat,Javy and Mickey needs some more too, hmm?”

You pinched your nose in annoyance. He was doing his best to keep this all under wraps, but Jake was making it extremely difficult.

“Who are you? Her guardian? Are you telling her what she can and can’t do?” he shouted.

“No, you fucking nun. She can’t drink because you can’t drink when you’re pregn-”

Damn it.

Bradley covered his mouth before he could finish his sentence, but it was too late. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking when he said it. To be completely honest, he wasn’t even sure if he was thinking.

He silently prayed that neither Jake nor the others would hear him, but when they all looked between him and you with wide eyes, he knew immediately that it wasn’t true.

“Y/N, are you pregnant?” Maverick was the first to speak.

You felt stuck in place, only able to stare at Bradley with a very fast beating heart and an open mouth.

“I, um, I – yeah?” It came out more as a question due to your state of shock.

“I’m so sorry baby,” Bradley cried, turning to you to comfort you.

He was writhing with fear that you were angry with him, but it was mostly the alcohol that made him think that way.

“You have a baby?” Jake’s voice was unusually low compared to how loud he had been shouting earlier.

“Yes. It will be.” You were laughing nervously as you spoke. “I’m sorry Bradley ruined the surprise. We wanted to throw a big party and tell everyone at the same time, but I think the cat’s out of the bag for you.”

You rubbed the palm of your hand over Bradley’s back, silently assuring him that you weren’t mad at him. But the others were in a completely different world.

Jake didn’t say anything, just moved from his position next to Bob to get between You and Brad.

He looked at you both with an expression that resembled both anger and confusion, which only increased your discomfort.

In a split second, he wrapped his arms around both of you and hugged both of you tightly.

“Wow! This is the best news i heard today. Uncle Jake…What the fuck?! This is amazing!!

Now he was wandering around, smiling from ear to ear as he ran to Mickey and Javy, who had lost their minds again, to pull them into a group hug on her own chairs instead of on yours and Bradleys.

Both your eyes locked on each other in the middle of the group of friends and they were forced to be a part of his sandwich.

A smile and a knowing look exchanged between you, and despite not coming out in the most fashionable way, you knew that your precious little nugget would be surrounded by people who loved them very much. Everybody took their time to hug both of you and congratulate you.

By the end of the night, Jake leaned over his knees and placed his icy hands on your belly.

"Hi, I'm Jake, I love you..." He began to kiss her belly in a drunken voice.

"Fuck off Jake, that's enough." You burst out laughing as Bradley shouted from behind you.

"Okay.”

And that's how your pregnancy was revealed…

Few weeks later…

For a few days, it was Bradley and Duke’s normal protectiveness that you had gotten used to, but it wasn’t until Bradley’s mother invited you to a family gathering that Bradley reached a new level.

“Go join the others, okay?” You told him, “I’ll be fine here with your relatives,” and despite not being sure, he did as you asked, but looked at you often to make sure you were okay.

When someone is pregnant, that’s the talk of any sit-down.

“You’re glowing!” Many of Bradley’s family members fawned over your belly and your pregnancy, “Did you find out the sex of the baby?” one woman asked. You said you didn’t because you wanted to know when the baby was born.

All of this was fine.

But.

A lot of hands were constantly touching your belly.

You knew it was good intentions, but you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with every hand touching your belly—hands from people you weren’t that familiar with.

Every time someone touched your belly, you tried to take a discreet step back, trying to put your hands on your belly before they did, but it was no use.

Bradley knew you like the back of his hand.

So, in a failed attempt to hide your discomfort, he immediately tried to save you as you stood with a forced smile on your face with 6 of his relatives.

“Hi,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist before placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

“What if you’re not the father!” A woman joked happily, “We were just giving Y/N tips for the first month when the baby came,” she said before leaning forward to caress your belly, “I think it’s a baby girl.”

You frowned at the touch, taking a slight step back as you also moved closer to Bradley. He understood, wrapping his other arm around your waist, his relative pulling his hand away reflexively,

“Anyway, I’ll be so happy. Can you give us one minute please?” He asked them with a gentle smile before taking your hand in his and letting you both go to a quieter place.

You sighed in relief, caressing your little belly.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked softly, his hands covering your face, “What’s wrong, honey?”

“I just-” You sighed again, feeling overwhelmed with emotions that would make you cry.

“Hey, hey,” Bradley’s mood changed instantly, his eyebrows furrowed as he hugged you, pulling you closer to his chest, “I’m right here, I’m right here.”

“I just,” your husky voice said before you pulled away slightly but still leaned into him, “Everyone keeps touching my belly. Like, all these hands and all these people and some of them are like, some of them are just rubbing it or something or holding it there for a long time so they can feel the baby kick and it just makes me so uncomfortable.”

Bradley nodded as you spoke, looking into your eyes as he began, “You have every right to be uncomfortable, baby, I’m so sorry,” he said softly, “How about we go home, yeah? We can just go.”

“But your mom-”

He shook his head, “My mom will understand, I promise. I care about your comfort more than anything else,” he said. “Let’s go, okay?”

“Okay,” you sniffled.

“Yeah?” He smiled softly and leaned down to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. “I love you, I’m so sorry.”

“I love you too,” you replied, before sighing, wrapping your arms around him. “And my back really hurts.”

“We’ll go home,” he said as he began to rub your back. “And I’ll massage you until you fall asleep, how does that sound?”

“Heavenly.”

He murmured, “How about I call my mom so you can say goodbye? You don’t have to say goodbye to everyone, I don’t want more people touching you.”

“You mean like I don’t know,” you shrugged, “Isn’t it a bit rude?”

“Fuck it,” Bradley replied instantly, “I can’t risk making you feel any more uncomfortable because someone might think it’s rude.”

And he kept his promise. Bradley called his mom so you could sneak off alone and say goodbye to the relatives.

And then he kept his promise once more because as soon as you got home he was buzzing around like a busy bee, making sure you were happy and comfortable before massaging your back.

“Mmh i love you so so so much,baby”

“Love you too honey.”

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synopsis: despite it being years since his graduation, izumi couldn’t stop thinking about you. even as he was getting ready for his marriage.

18+, angst, canon divergence, no use of y/n, arranged marriage, cheating (technically), reader is 25, izumi 27.

9,572 words.

Izumi has long abandoned the idea of love.

It’s not like he doesn’t believe in it, he simply understands it’s not something he will ever get to experience.

As instilled from his parents, he knew relationships were never about love, but about who can provide a stable and reliable partnership. What could be more important than that?

Those childish crushes he got during his teenage years never bloomed into anything more, because as soon as his parents picked up a girl for him to date, he had already forgotten about them. There was someone, though, he couldn’t exactly get out of his mind even years after his graduation. You.

Izumi got to know you in his third year at Yumenosaki. When he first saw you, you were meekly clinging to Anzu like a leech. And it was always like that for every time he encountered the girl— you always hid behind her shadow, never daring to look into his eyes, or anyone’s— to be honest.

The first time he decided to bring you up, he did it right in front of you with such directness that made you feel like you were doing something wrong by being so closed off. He pointed a finger at you, raising his eyebrow as his voice laced with accusation.

”And who is that?”

The brunette producer just brushed him off with a nervous laugh, telling him to not worry about it. So for a while, Izumi ignored you, thinking you were just her friend and no one important. But it was hard to not stare at you as you hid behind her back like a shy child with their mother.

So of her own accord Anzu decided to tell him about you, simply because ‘he seemed curious’, which made him retort that no— he really wasn’t. But she still rambled, and that’s when she revealed to him you were from the produce course like her.

Izumi was a bit skeptical. You looked so shy, anxious and clumsy. He wondered how someone like you could even manage an idol group properly, assisting them, looking after their activities and taking care of their needs. He thought someone like you would just be a normal student in the regular course. You clearly weren’t made for working with people.

But his idea of you changed when one day he found you alone in the school’s quiet library, the only noise being your pencil scratching faintly on crisp paper— your head resting on your hand as you wrote.

He hesitated before approaching you— his steps echoing in the library. He got your attention by remarking sarcastically how this wasn’t the producer course’s library, and that you weren’t supposed to be there. Your eyes widened as you quickly took your gatherings while a little apology left your lips, but he cut you off you with a wave of his hand and an annoyed sigh, telling you that you won’t get in trouble but that you should just be a little more careful.

That encounter helped him to get to know you a little better, though. You told him you dreamt of being a writer, and that you and Anzu were inseparable best friends that used to go to the same school— she was your only friend back then. That was why you followed her to Yumenosaki with no idea of how to manage idols, going against your parents’ wishes of attending a more prestigious academy that would prepare you properly for med school.

You were inexperienced but attentive despite being an airhead. You clearly tried to prove yourself by working hard and not causing any problems to anyone, being docile and never talking unless someone else initiated the conversation. He also caught you tutoring a few of your underclasses, meaning you were intelligent and very reliable.

Izumi, despite his initial judgment, found himself silently captivated by your inner strength— he’d never admit that to you though. But forcing yourself out of your comfort zone just so you could stay by the side of the person you loved the most was pretty heartwarming. Still, in his typical straightforward style, he warned you to do a good job, because Yumenosaki didn’t allow layabouts.

Since then, you two got closer, and you were overjoyed when he finally considered you his friend, after your numerous pouty faces and incessant begging. Sure, he could be a little strict, but it didn’t take much for you to get used to his personality and to the way his expression would always betray his words. He thought someone as sensitive as you wouldn’t work well with someone as stoic and blunt as him— yet you did.

You’d attend his concerts, surprise him at fan meetings, or even cheer on him when you were allowed backstage, and when you were comfortable enough, you’d show him your writing. He would praise you with some half-assed compliments, but you always saw how his eyes sparkled in admiration when they glanced over your stories in contradiction to his words. When you worked late he’d accompany you to your bus stop, ignoring your protests, holding the small of your back to make you feel more at ease in the crowded streets.

Izumi didn’t know if he loved you yet at that time, all he knew was that you were his safe place— if he really had to put his feelings towards you into words. He felt pulled by you, because you were quiet, talented, understanding, kind and always putting up with his tsundere, unbearable attitude. Your presence was a breath of fresh air after all the crap he had to put up with everyday.

But sometimes he wished he wasn’t so harsh with you, because you never deserved it.

No matter how much he loved it, he felt scared by your affectionate and nurturing personality. He didn’t want to get too attached to you, because he knew he was going to lose you soon, so he couldn’t help but push you away.

And with that, he also never knew how to thank you properly— how to show you how much he appreciated you for tolerating him. He didn’t know where to find his courage. It didn’t matter how often his actions spoke louder than words, he just wanted… to get over his stubbornness and tell you with his own words, be finally honest for once, so that he could see your face light up with a beaming smile, something he rarely got to see because you were ashamed of it.

Not even on the day of his graduation could he be honest with you, because he knew that if he did he would be spilling all of his feelings for you. And he couldn’t risk it. Not even as you hugged him with tears pricking your eyes, devastated from his parting, could he tell you everything.

You were unattainable, just a childish crush, he thought. His destiny was set since he was born, there was already someone arranged for him and he couldn’t allow himself to fall in love with you, so in a way, he was grateful for his graduation. As long as he didn’t see you… he’d be fine. Or so he thought.

He graduated, leaving Yumenosaki to pursue what his parents wanted him to do most. You two barely kept contact as you were still in school, and one year later after your graduation, you left the big city to attend college without saying anything. Izumi couldn’t blame you for your lack of notice— he’d always dismiss you and act pretty much like an asshole unprovokedly just to selfishly protect his heart.

He’d always push you away or scold you every time you called him, saying how he doesn’t have time for you because he was just so busy. He always picked up how disappointed and sad you sounded when he estranged you, and his heart would always swell in agony.

He was certain you’d see through this tougher exterior too, like you always did. Even if he was pushing you away, there was a part of him that wished for you to not give up on him. So when he got the news you left, he was rendered staggered. He felt regret washing over him so strongly that he freezed in his place. Since then, he never heard from you ever again.

Anzu told him you were going to study to become a nurse, and Izumi grimaced— he immediately knew you didn’t leave of your own accord. It was your parents, forcing you on a path you weren’t supposed to walk on. Your dream was to become a writer, you told him that.

He couldn’t help but ponder about how your situation was so similar to his.

Even years later, at the age of twenty seven, as he was getting ready for his loveless marriage, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Everything went so fast, the arrangement, the change of scenery, the co-living with who was basically a stranger to him despite being engaged for five years— his fianceé. All of it made him feel out of touch with reality, as if he was just on autopilot, letting his body do everything so that he wouldn’t end up emotionally numb from it.

He was back to Tokyo that day, back to his parents’, celebrating his upcoming wedding by taking his other fellow Knights suit shopping— how fun, he thought sarcastically.

That’s when he spotted you as he spaced out, a behavior his companions pointed out worriedly. But his eyes and mind were fixed on you, setting something up in the backyard of your house, and his heart sank. He stopped in his tracks to look at you: your hair was a bit longer, but your face remained the same as the last time he saw you. Nine years. And he could still recognise every detail on your visage— the natural pout of your lips, your unique nose shape… you were still you, and he found it strangely comforting yet cruel, like a warm hug he didn’t deserve.

Cruel, seeing you in front of him like this, while he was getting ready for a marriage he didn’t agree on. Cruel, because you seemed to have moved on so perfectly compared to him. Did you resent him for how he acted in the past? Was he never important to you? Why aren’t you miserable like him?

And so, Izumi couldn’t find the courage to walk up to you. How could he even explain it to his members, anyway? He brought them here to get ready for his wedding, not to let them assist to some sappy high school reunion and eventually get teased about it.

That evening though, as he rested in his childhood bed, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Your now mature form was engraved into his mind, and he kept wondering what was your life like— if you still wrote, if you came back to Tokyo because you dropped out of college to finally follow your dreams, if you had a lover… If he already couldn’t stop thinking about you in these past years, imagine now that you were literally under his eyes, just a few blocks away.

And so, after exhaling a deep sigh and running his hand on his face exasperatedly, he grasped his keys and left quietly, climbing onto his motorbike to drive to what he assumed was your place, a variety of anxious thoughts but also anticipation swirling inside of him.

When he parked out of your house, a deep, shaky sigh left his lips before he walked up to your front door, pushing his finger on the doorbell. When you opened it, his heart swelled up. You were beautiful up close like this, your eyes wide and lips parted in surprise.

“…Sena-senpai?” a breathy whisper— you were utterly incredulous. He almost wanted to laugh at your astonishment.

“…Hi.” he pursed his lips, murmuring your name softly, as if to remember how it sounded. “It’s been a while, huh?”

You nodded slowly, maintaining eye contact. Seeing your old high school friend who treated you like a stranger out of nowhere now standing on your porch must have felt like a joke to you.

He could see from your reaction that you didn’t expect him to remember you—and you, despite seeing his face on the big screen pretty often, couldn’t believe how beautiful he was in real life, more beautiful than you could remember. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, and he noticed it since you weren’t really subtle. He smirked, but didn’t want to ruin the moment by teasing you about it.

“I…” he started. “I just happened to be in the city today, and I saw you in your backyard earlier, over the fence. I didn’t have any time to say hello, so here I am.” he said nonchalantly, trying to cover up the real reason why he’s ringing at your doorbell at ten in the evening.

You nodded again, feeling so overwhelmed by his sudden appearance that you didn’t know how to act. “I… I see. Would you like to come in, senpai?”

Izumi’s eyes lit up, and he agreed. “…Sure, why not.” You invited him inside, meaning you didn’t hate him, and he smiled to himself as he felt relieved.

As you let him in, he immediately looked around the house, not expecting you to live in such a big place, supposedly, alone.

“Heh, your home is pretty well kept, it suits you.” he commented, trying to ease the tension. You shook your head. “This is my parents’. They are on vacation for a week, so I’m house sitting.”

He hums in acknowledgment, murmuring a little ‘That’s nice of you.’ He sat on the couch next to you and as he did, he noticed a leathered journal and pens sprawled on the coffee table in front of him— his eyes widened.

“…You still write?” He felt so happy and proud at that moment. You nodded with a shy little smile. “Yeah.”

Izumi mirrored your smile, crossing his arms. “Good. That’s great.” A bit of time passed before you spoke again.

“Um… senpai.” you fiddled with your pen, your heart thumping. “I know It’s a bit out of nowhere but… I heard you’re getting married.”

His heart dropped. Shit. Perfect. Of course, how could you not know when he’s constantly surrounded by paparazzi and weird fans stalking his every move and posting about the littlest things of his life online? The marriage was supposed to become public anyway eventually, but what baffled him the most was how you decided to break the ice by immediately bringing that up, as if you were just itching ever since the rumors started to know all the details.

He swallowed nervously, refusing to look at you, opting to stare at the coffee table instead to count the creases of your notebook’s cover. Why was he nervous in the first place? Because he lied to you? Because you didn’t know it was an arranged marriage? Or because of the slight disappointment in your voice when you asked that? You didn’t seem happy, at all.

“Yes. I’m getting married in two weeks.” He cleared his throat. “That’s why I’m back in Tokyo. I have to take the other Knights suit shopping. For the wedding.”

You nodded. “And your girlfriend, fiancée… She didn’t come with you?”

Izumi shook his head. “Nah, that woman loves her alone time.” He spoke, finally looking at you. “She was kind of looking forward to me being gone for a whole weekend, actually.” He laughed, an unconcealable sadness present in it.

“Is she pretty?” you scooted a little closer to him, a firm tone now in your voice. Izumi tensed up, not expecting you to take it so seriously or ask such a random question.

“Yeah, I guess she is? There are other reasons to choose a partner besides how attractive you find them, you know?” He chuckled bemusedly— if only you knew.

Then, he continued monotonously. “She’s… a very independent person. She hardly needs me around at all, actually. Mostly just when we have some kind of event to go to. She’s great with people, my parents really like her.”

You lean back a little, looking at him as if you were offended. “Do you… love her?” you uttered under your breath, but Izumi caught it.

He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t falter, keeping up the act. Why did you sound as if you already knew something was wrong? “Of course I love her, she’s my fiancée!” He sighed.

You pouted, but quickly got back to your scrutinising expression. “You don’t sound like you love her.”

“Haah? Didn’t I literally just tell you a bunch of great stuff about her?” he sighed, exasperated. He almost regretted visiting you right now, it was becoming physically painful to talk about all of this, and your weird behavior and questions just made everything more difficult. He couldn’t help but think that you hid something as you inquired him about his fianceé. “What’s up with you?” he raised an eyebrow.

“…Senpai, you seem so different.” you murmured, looking down at your lap. Izumi paused to take a look at you— your tone of voice, your droopy eyes, your weird fiddling… he confirmed something was actually wrong with you, but he was getting more frustrated with the fact that you dared to say he changed based only on your impression of him to care about your weird behaviour now.

“Different? I am not different. I mean, nine years passed, I suppose I am not the same person I was in high school, yeah? Geez…” his voice got more annoyed, and he rested his head on the back of the couch, running a hand through his hair.

But now, he was also getting frustrated with himself, and at how he was currently speaking to you so condescendingly after already treating you like shit the last time he talked to you. He couldn’t really hide his resentment towards his stupid situation, so he ended up taking it out on you. So many emotions swirled inside of him and he couldn’t keep them at bay anymore, and while he looked at you— the person who always listened to him without any prejudice — his heart just kept begging to break free from the ice he built around it.

He wished he could just… cry, because he knew you’d be there to comfort him immediately. Scream he is so sorry for taking you for granted and that he wants to make it up to you and never leave you alone to hurt ever again.

He didn’t ask for this, to live as some kind of pawn for his parents. He just wanted to do what he loved, and be loved. Be free. That’s all.

He finally raised his head, checking up on you. Your head was still hanging down like a scolded child, your hair hiding your expression. Your hands balled up into shaky fists on your lap— he went too far. He pursed his lips, trying to come up quickly with something to distract you.

“But you… you didn’t change at all.” He said more softly, inching closer to your vulnerable form. Your head was also raised now as you felt him move, your breath hitching when you saw him so close to you.

“Quiet, shy, overly emotional, stubborn… but also intelligent, compassionate, helpful, hardworking and strong. That’s the princess I know.” he chuckled, reaching up to caress your cheek softly, your hair getting brushed behind your ear. He pulled away immediately, not giving you any chance to react, his voice getting more serious.

“…The wedding, my new house, my fianceé… you are right. None of that is really me.” he confessed, and your eyes widened at the sudden revelation. “I hate everything about that… well, I don’t particularly hate my fianceé but…” he laughed bitterly, trailing off.

Then, he took a deep breath, resuming his rant. “There’s no affection. No warmth. I can’t talk to her, or laugh with her, or anything like that. But that’s not what marriages are about, right? They’re more like… business partnerships.”

You bit your lip at this revelation, empathizing immediately with him.“That’s not true, senpai. Marriages are about being with the person who loves you for you for the rest of your life… it’s about, um… being with someone who will always support you, protect you, love you no matter what… and much more.”

He exhaled softly, wanting to laugh at your naivety. “That stuff is not real, you know? That’s just what they put in movies.”

You frowned. “Movies, okay. But you must have thought about it at least once… right? Even if it’s just fictional to you… you must have thought what it would be like if it were real.”

Izumi paused for a bit. Yeah, I must have imagined it sometimes, he thought to himself. He thought lots of times what it would feel like to be with someone who truly loves him, instead of having girls picked out for him that never tried to look behind his looks. And it felt unreal to him how you, his friend, treated him the way his girlfriends should have done.

“I mean… sure, I’ve thought about what something like that might be like, but the only person I’ve ever felt that comfortable around is…”

He trailed off again, and you urged him to continue with an eager nod. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head dismissively.

“…Nevermind. I should go, anyway. I have to take Leo-kun suit shopping tomorrow too because he couldn’t make up his goddamn mind in choosing one. Then my mom wants me to go with her to see her dress, and—“ suddenly, you took his hand in yours, making him pause.

Your gaze looked so serious and out of character on your innocent features— you glowed with a maturity that left him breathless. Your adolescent image he was supposedly in love with was still engraved in his mind, and even if the adult you was right in front of him and looked much more beautiful, he couldn’t replace it easily, which symbolised his long lasting longing.

“Senpai…” you squeezed his hand, your expression immediately changing to the warm, caring one he grew to love. Your eyes spoke so much to him, and he couldn’t help but get lost in them.

He pursed his lips which now felt so dry. “…You were the one I wanted to spend… like, literally all of my time with, you know that?” he murmured after a long while, squeezing your hand back. He felt so vulnerable right now, it wasn’t the first time he had been like this in front of you and yet, now, it felt so different. He couldn’t hold his words back anymore as this intimate atmosphere called for it.

“Then… why did you distance yourself from me?” you murmured back, the soft tone of your voices turning the whole situation in something more special. Izumi sighed.

“… because I had to,” he said bluntly. “My parents wanted to get me more involved in the idol scene, and also make me focus on other much more important things.”

You pressed him, not feeling satisfied from his response. “I understand. But I want you to tell me what you want, senpai.”

“What I want doesn’t matter,” he scoffs. “Don’t worry.”

“I worry. I want to know what you felt while your parents made you do all this stuff you had no say in.” she caressed your hand with her thumb, trying to soothe you.

Izumi frowned. “…Fine, I’ll tell you what I want, but I don’t see how this is productive.” he sighs. “I wanted to focus more on modeling. Pose for the camera every day, be praised, loved and acclaimed. As for my private life… I wanted one of those little houses on the outskirts. A couple of bedrooms, a nice backyard like yours. I wanted my kids to grow up there, not here in the big city. I wanted them to live peacefully… away from the media’s attention.”

His lip trembled, but he successfully held back his tears as he kept talking. “I wanted a spouse who loves me. A spouse who wants me around, who I can have fun with. I want… I want someone like…”

He trailed off once more, his voice falling into a soft whisper filled with hopelessness and longing for what he couldn’t have. That’s when he realised he was in love with you when only you could fit those in those blank spaces present in his ideal life. When getting married only sounded right if it were with you.

“…it doesn’t matter what I want. Not now. It’s too late.” he grumbled.

You looked at him with compassion, the same compassion you’d shown to him years ago when he revealed to you how lonely he felt all the time. While everyone seemed so angry at him, you treated him so kindly and not any different from the others. Your kindness, something he came to love yet didn’t understand at the same time. “…Late? Why?” you asked, tilting your head.

Izumi let go of your hand, feeling his resolve crumbling. For some reason, something in him snapped, and he couldn’t hold it in anymore. His voice got progressively louder as he protested. He never meant to sound so choleric— but he did.

“Because I am getting married in two weeks? Because I am only in Tokyo for the weekend? Because I committed myself to someone, because her parents paid a ton of money for this wedding and we have guests flying in from all over the place?!” he barked.

“It’s too fucking late. This is my life now!”

You flinched, body stiffening, not expecting him to get so upset and loud. You avoided eye contact, trying to hide your already watering eyes. You felt mortified, and now that you thought it over, you were really being an asshole, interrogating him like this and indirectly rubbing to his face how he’ll never have the life he wants.

Izumi immediately took notice of how you reacted to his shouting. He bit his lip, mentally slapping himself for hurting you. He was used to you always putting up with his bullshit, and in that moment he didn’t think about how you’d feel if he started raising his voice at you, as if all of this was your fault. Treating you just like the last time you two spoke to each other.

Your overly emotionality could be endearing, yet so annoying— but… he couldn’t stay mad at you for so long, especially not when you were crying.

He sighs. “… you know,” he glanced at the coffee table. “That late afternoon back in high school where I found you still writing in the library, ‘cause I knew you would be there, there was a moment where you asked me to give you my opinion on a bit of your story— I praised you for your phrasing, something you weren’t confident in since you struggled a lot with kanji, and when I looked back at you, you were smiling so widely— you were so happy. You showed me your happiest smile for the first time, and that’s when I saw it.”

He looked up back at you, his hand reaching to wipe a tear that managed to escape your eyes. “I saw that life with you, in that little house with our kids running around in the backyard, that same smile on your face as you stared at our kids being happy without a care in the world. And I… I wanted it so bad. I wanted you so bad that it scared me, so I pushed you away. Do you understand that?”

Your eyes widened and your heart ran frantically. You couldn’t seem to process his words properly as you looked at him with so much stupor. You were so sure he had no interest in you, so hearing him pour his feelings for you out of nowhere made you unable to react properly without looking like an idiot.

Izumi chuckled softly at your reaction. “I wasn’t supposed to want it, wasn’t supposed to want… you. But I did. Want you, that is.”

“And… I still do.” He whispered, his thumb brushing on your bottom lip, making your lips part, unable to hold back anymore.

You felt like an idiot when all you could mutter was another rhetorical question. But you were just so… incredulous. “Y-You do?”

He nodded while a smug smile painted his lips, his face getting closer to yours. “Yeah. Sitting here with you, on this couch, with your papers and journals sprawled on the table… It's like that evening all over again. You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”

And finally, you two met in the soft, intimate kiss that you both have been craving for years. You couldn’t help but gasp, closing your eyes as you tried to kiss back at the best of your abilities while your head spun like crazy.

Meanwhile, Izumi groaned immediately at the contact with your lips, cradling your face in his hands to tilt it and kiss you deeper. You were clearly inexperienced, it was obvious from the way your lips clumsily moved against his. It didn’t feel real how hard he was kissing you right now, trying to convey all his love into it.

Is this what kissing someone you loved felt like? Was it supposed to feel so overwhelming it made your chest hurt? Was it supposed to feel so right and liberating?

Izumi parted from your lips, pushing you flatly on the couch, refusing to not take advantage of this perfect moment. You yelped in surprise as he did, but he immediately latched his lips on yours again to stifle any sound leaving your mouth, swallowing every whimper or moan.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he climbed on top of you, pulling him closer to you. As he felt you not pushing him away or resisting, he took it as a sign to go further. The kiss went from soft to desperate quickly, a sudden confidence washing over you both as you took in everything: his lips, his breath, his confession, his body over yours… it was real, he wanted this as much as you did, and if you weren’t so busy kissing him, you’d sob in happiness.

Izumi pulled away, leaving you both breathless. He panted, brushing your cheek with his thumb lovingly as he smiled at you fondly. He didn’t dare speak, and so didn’t you. The moment was just so perfect and precious it didn’t need any words.

His hand trailed down your neck, to your shoulder, caressing your smooth skin gently, wanting to delve deeper and have you properly, show you how much he loved you. Ironic, since he still couldn’t manage to utter those three words even in the most intimate moment he could have with you.

You took his hand as he spaced out, impatient, guiding it towards your bosom before placing it on your right breast. Izumi gasped at your bold movement. You were always so shy, meek, you never dared to make the first move, and yet here you were— eyes glazed over with desire as you guided his hand to one of your most sensitive places. Maybe you actually changed a bit, Izumi thought. Or maybe your levels of desperation were so high you stopped holding back.

He swallowed, squeezing your breast gently to experiment. In response you tilted your head to the side, eyes squeezed shut as you breathed out a soft whimper.

He kept squeezing it, gently, still testing the waters. He could feel from the lack of firmness that you weren’t wearing a bra, and his jaw hung at the realisation. Sure, you were home alone and it was bedtime— you could dress however you wanted. But this to him meant that your tits were literally just a layer away from his bare hands. He could even feel the slight poking of your hardening nipple as he groped you.

He shook his head, deciding to not waste any more time and get what he wanted. He was impatient and tired of holding back, and you were too, it was obvious from your deliberate touches and loud whines. He pulled up your shirt until it was tucked under your chin, exposing your tits to him. You yelped, suddenly feeling shy and vulnerable in contrast to your earlier desperation.

He stayed still to admire them for a bit— your pretty nipples were already hard and perked up, both from the cold air and arousal. He swallowed and blinked a few times before squeezing both of your breasts. You moaned a little louder than before, hiding your face in the pillow.

He called out your name, making you move your head towards him so you could properly pay attention to him. “It’s okay,” he murmured, grazing your right nipple with his thumb, earning him a little whimper. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your eyes were all glazed over with lust, love and anticipation. Izumi leaned down, kissing the valley of your breasts before trailing soft kisses towards your right breast again, until he reached your nipple, engulfing it with his warm mouth. You mewled, your hips buckling up as an automatic reaction.

“Ah— senpai…” you moaned, the feeling of his warm mouth sucking your nipple making you lose all thoughts. He groaned as he kept suckling on your breast while pinching the other, his only free hand now reaching down your stomach, his gentle touch tickling you, then to the hem of your trousers, tugging the band playfully.

He pulled away from your nipple, tugging your trousers again while looking into your eyes as if asking for permission. You nodded shyly and he didn’t waste any time in removing them.

He immediately moved his attention to your slightly damp panties. As he pinched your now moist bud, he started massaging your cunt through them, feeling how wetter the thin cloth got as he did. He chuckled to himself.

“God, you are so wet. So perfect. My perfect princess.” he uttered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your clothed cunt.

You squealed, your hips buckling up again. You clenched around nothing as he kept praising you and making you feel good even through your underwear, suddenly getting reminded of how wrong all this actually is as you two went further. Izumi was getting married soon, you two couldn’t be doing this, and yet he seemed to move so confidently, without any care. You knew Izumi was one to always act with much self conviction, but you still had your doubts.

But he truly didn’t care. Didn’t care about his fianceé, his parents, his new life…he didn’t care if he was technically cheating, all he cared about was you now, his highschool love, and now you felt stupid; there was no use worrying about the morality of all this when even him, always so righteous, didn’t.

You needed a release, you needed him so much. Even if you were to regret this after you’ve finished, you didn’t care. You wanted to live in the moment with him right now.

“Senpai, p-please.” as he licked the mound of your pussy through your panties, you pathetically voiced your pleases, gripping onto the pillow behind you as if holding onto the last ounce of self-respect you had in you. “Please…”

Izumi wanted to tease you, to make you beg even harder for it, because he couldn’t get enough of your high pitched whimpers and pleading voice all for him. He wanted to relish on the power he had over you for a little more but… he discarded that idea as he looked at your drenched panties, teary eyes and pouty lips. Maybe next time, he told himself. But he knew there wouldn’t be a next time, this should never happen ever again, or be happening in the first place, anyway.

He cooed you. “I know. I know, princess. But first, I want you to call me by my name. I’ll make you feel good if you do.”

You nodded slowly, too embarrassed to say it, but you complied as your desperation overpowered your shame. “I… Izumi. Izumi, please… make me cum.”

He felt his erection pushing against his pants at your lewd words and suggestive voice calling his name. He had to look away for a bit to compose himself before leaning down to kiss your forehead gently, whispering a soft “Good girl.”

He finally pulled your panties to the side, exposing your bare glistening pussy, feeling its heat. He shivered slightly at the sensation, his own desire mirrored in your body language. He took in the sight of your cunt before leaning down to give it an experimental lick.

You squealed in response, unintentionally closing your shaky legs, but Izumi quickly pinned them down, spreading them again. He kept licking you slowly, gently and carefully to make you feel good. You gasped, trying to not squirm too much as you wanted to focus on how good his licks felt against your lips.

Izumi smiled to himself at the sound of your louder whimpers and moans, spreading your lips, licking them and moving up to suck your swollen clit after your instructions, which made you sob in pleasure, feeling your desperate need to release reaching limits you didn’t know existed.

Izumi pulled away, one finger already probing at your entrance as he coated it with your slick. He looked up at you, asking for permission. “Can I?”

You nodded relentlessly. You knew you weren’t ready for it yet, but you wished he’d just plunge into you and extirpate the orgasm you are seeking so desperately out of you.

He pushed the finger in, slowly, and you sucked in your breath before exhaling. You felt him, knuckle deep into you. It didn’t hurt, it just felt weird as he kept his finger still inside you, not moving. Then, he curled it up experimentally.

Your hips stuttered and you moaned loud, eyes widening, feeling him hitting a spot you didn’t know could be stimulated— it felt so good. It tickled you inside, making your lower tummy feel warm. You covered your mouth in embarrassment from your noises.

“How is it? Does it hurt?” he asked you softly, and you shook your head. He nodded, pumping his finger in and out of you a bit faster. You closed your eyes, focusing on the pleasure. He noticed your hips rocking against his finger, and smiled.

He murmured. “Do you want one more finger?” you nodded immediately. “Yes… p, please.” you mewled and looked away shyly, not being able to handle his intense and loving gaze.

Izumi hummed, probing a second finger to your entrance. He used his other hand to spread your hole wider, making it easier for him to insert a second digit inside along with the help of your wetness. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the size of two fingers starting to hurt you a bit.

Izumi noticed this and immediately stopped, panicking a bit. “Are you okay?”

“Yes… um, keep going...” you murmured.

He nodded, pushing again a little gentler, feeling the resistance of your tight cunt melt under his touch as he stretched you wider. He scissored his fingers inside of you, pumping them faster as he felt you slowly accommodating to them.

You moaned, covering your mouth as you locked eyes with him. They teared up from the pleasure, your chest and stomach heaving and spasming with every jolt as his fingers hit your sweet spots. As he fingered you, he leaned back down to suck on your clit, and you almost screamed. You gripped his hair, pushing him further on your clit, sobbing.

“Izumi, feels so good, I— ah, it feels so good, I wanna cum…!” you hiccuped, tears streaming down your face from the intense sensations. Izumi groaned in your cunt in response, speeding up his movements, his fingers relentlessly squelching inside you as you finally reached your high with a high pitched, shaky cry.

The usual exploding sensation in your tummy seemed so much stronger now than when you masturbated. You arched your back as you hid your face in the pillow, the world around you slowly becoming a little clearer as you came down from your high, more tears spilling from the cacophony of different feelings that overwhelmed you post-orgasm.

Izumi panted, his body moving to hover over you. “…Princess, hey.” he patted your cheek gently, wiping your tears. “Are you okay?” he frowned as he asked you. He would never forgive himself for hurting you.

But you nodded with a soft, tired smile, leaning up to kiss his lips tenderly as to reassure him.

“…I… I love you, Izumi. Thank you.” you murmured, and his eyes widened.

…It should have been obvious at this point that you had feelings for him, yet, hearing them coming out of your lips with so much tenderness and gentleness made his heart swell, tears pooling in his eyes as he bit his lip to hold himself back.

But your hand reached out, caressing his smooth cheek with care. You smiled at him again, your eyes never leaving his. “It’s okay…” you murmured, reassuring him with also a gentle look of your eyes that yes, it’s okay if he cried. It’s okay cause you were there to remind him that you’d never judge him or laugh at him for being vulnerable, for showing basic human emotions. For letting go.

It was always like this, you were so emotionally intelligent and wise. Every time you made him read your stories or poetry, something you didn’t allow even to Anzu, he’d be in awe of how beautifully you were able to put your emotions into words.

Izumi finally sobbed, letting go, his tears splattering on your cheeks, but it didn’t bother you. You just kept wiping and caressing his cheeks, an understanding smile gracing your lips. Izumi laid his forehead on yours, choking out pathetically his words of love.

“I love you. I love you so much. You… You are the best thing that ever happened to me. Nothing makes me happy like you do. Nothing. How could I even let you go like that? I’m so sorry,” he hiccuped, kissing you deeply again, sucking the breath out of you.

Your heart palpitated at his desperate and regretful tone of voice— it made you shake with emotions too as your eyes spilled more tears again.

He pulled away, wiping your tears and then his, leaning back to take a look at your disheveled form. Your face was sweaty, the only pieces of clothing present on your body being the shirt he pulled up to expose your whole torso and your panties pulled to the side, dripping with your juices. You were so cute and hot, and now you looked even better because of him.

You yelped when he suddenly grabbed your thighs, yanking you and pulling you against him until your wet cunt pressed against his clothed erection, feeling it pulsating. He leaned down, sucking on your neck until it left marks, making you squeal.

“You are all mine, okay? Mine, damn it.” he hiccuped, sniffling as he clumsily unbuckled his jeans with shaky hands, grumbling something under his breath. He immediately pulled them down his mid thighs together with his underwear, revealing his cock to you. His eyes were puffy from crying so hard, yet there was also something else that made them so much different compared to moments ago.

He didn’t leave you any time to even look at his cock properly before he probed it at your entrance, coating his already moist tip with your slick and juices. You yelped, looking up at him and then at his cock that soon would be buried inside of your cunt. Your legs shuddered as you could feel his desperation when he didn’t waste any time pushing his tip inside of you.

“Tell me you are ready for me, fuck, please, princess,” he whined, a breathy moan leaving his lips as he pressed himself further inside your hole, now tighter as a consequence of the muscles contracting from your last orgasm. You moaned in surprise, his cockhead stretching you much wider than his fingers.

You should be using a condom— but you doubted you could stop Izumi now as his tip was already pushed fully inside you, you didn’t have any anyway and you doubted Izumi did too. It just surprised you as you witnessed this different side of him— where he stopped being so composed and dismissive about risks, caring only about you. He was getting so unbearably desperate it scared you, and you wondered how much it hurt him to hold back this whole time.

“Fuck,” he gritted his teeth, hissing under his breath as his whole cock sheathed inside your pussy, stretching you your warm insides fully which made him sigh in pleasure. You moaned, feeling a few other tears slipping down your cheeks. When you felt his cockhead rest against your cervix, you sobbed, the new sensation overwhelming you. You didn’t know if it was normal to feel like this.

“I know, I know you are sensitive, you just came, damn it, I…” he gasped, leaning down to hug you, beginning to thrust into you with slow, hard strokes. “My princess. So tight. I bet she was waiting for me to just take her little virginity, didn’t—“ a grunt, “didn’t she?”

You nodded relentlessly, burying your head in the crook of his neck, hugging him back. You wrapped your legs around him, pushing him deeper into your cunt. “Y-Yes! You, just for you, senpai… I love you!” you hiccuped between loud moans.

Izumi groaned, feeling himself grow bigger at your words. “You don’t know how much I wanted to fuck you exactly like this years ago— pull you inside the staff room with me before my lives every time you hugged me and pressed those annoying little tits of yours against me as a ‘good luck charm’,” he quoted your words from back then mockingly and sped up, kissing your now swollen lips harshly and massaging your tongue with his, trailing his lips down your chin and then on your neck again, sucking on it and leaving more marks. “You can be such a tease when you want to, huh?”

You squealed, returning the favor by kissing him again. You decided to not comment on what he said— you were too busy being vocal about how good he felt and focusing on his cock ramming into you to say anything. It’s not like he was completely wrong anyway— you wanted his attention back then, but you didn’t expect your clingy hugs to stir something like that in him.

He pulled away, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping on skin stuttering before going back to the initial pace.

“You are doing such a good job— don’t worry, I…” another low, rough grunt. “I love you.” he sobbed out, your warm cunt sucking him in so perfectly he couldn’t speak— as if you were made just for him. “I want you to rely on me, always.” You had him in the palm of your hand at this point, he was yours no matter what.

Your cunt tightened around his cock as he confessed his love to you again, making him moan and laugh playfully. Your face was a mess of tears and sweat— flushing with a feverish red. Yet Izumi couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked, all because of him. He felt himself getting closer to his release as he admired the lewd sight under him together with the warm, wet tightness of your cunt sucking his cock so well, which made him unable to hold it back anymore.

He sped up his movements again, chasing his orgasm. He moaned softly with every thrust, his hands leaving your hips to squeeze your tits. They didn’t last long on the supple flesh as they soon reached to intertwine his fingers with yours. He leaned down, kissing your ear softly before whispering with a soft moan, “I’m gonna cum, princess.”

You gasped, nodding. You hugged him close to you again, same with your legs wrapping around him to keep him inside you. “Cum inside me,” you begged. “Please. I wanna— I wanna give you the family you always dreamt of!”

Izumi bit his lip, eyes widening as he felt your legs locking around him to keep him inside you. Suddenly, he snapped back to reality, realizing the implications of your words. He wanted to still inside himself inside of you so, so bad, especially when you begged him so nicely. But he couldn’t allow it. It sounded like a dream, yet he knew it’d become an actual nightmare if he got you pregnant.

“No. You know we can’t.” he choked out, slipping out of you. This earned him a whine and a frustrated sob from you.

He started stroking himself with shaky movements. “I can’t cum inside you, princess,” he panted between strokes. “I’m gonna cum… here. It’s okay. Take it all for me, that’s it. I love you so much.” He shortly reached his orgasm, coming on your stomach with a loud moan of your name.

You whimpered when you felt the thick, warm spurts of his seed coating your stomach. You felt your insides getting wetter and wetter from the dirtiness of it all, which made you ache for more. But you came so hard earlier you doubted you could manage to reach your peak again soon.

He finally started catching his breath, running a hand through his hair. He looked down at you. “Are you okay? Did I…hurt you?” You shook your head and he smiled, placing another soft kiss on your forehead.

“Good, uh…” he trailed off as he saw you scooping up his cum from your stomach, licking it while keeping eye contact. He blinked in surprise, blushing.

“You didn’t have to do that…” he grumbled, rolling his eyes as you giggled at his bashfulness. He soon laid on the couch next to you, exhausted, your bodies tangling and overlapping as you both struggled to get comfortable on the limited space of the couch. You looked at each other with love, then you spoke, shyly nestling into his chest.

“Izumi… stay.”

He frowned— there you go, with your wishful thinking he was dreading to hear. He could feel his heart become heavier with guilt as he felt your warm, comforting presence against him contrasting the cold, hard reality of what was about to come. This is all he wanted, to have you in his arms. But he couldn’t enjoy it, not when it was happening in such an unconventional situation.

He caressed your hair slowly, trying to soothe you; because he knew that what he was about to say would hurt you deeply. It was all his fault— indulging in you when he knew another woman was waiting for him at home. He bit the inside of his cheek before speaking.

“…I can’t.” he murmured against your hair. “I can’t. I have a fianceé at home, a wedding coming, an apartment and— and if I don’t go back to my parents’ house tonight, they’re going to wonder where I am, and…”

Your loud sob cuts him off, and his eyes immediately widened in concern. He raised your head in a panic, and his heart immediately broke as he saw the distraught expression on your face. Fat tears streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed uncontrollably in your hands, your shoulders stuttering as you did.

He just laid there in shock, watching as you hysterically cried in front of him. It’s as if you already knew what he was about to say, you expected this— that’s why the dams broke so easily. And yet you still begged him to stay, clinging onto that last hope which made you think that maybe things would had magically been different after this heartfelt, romantic encounter. You always relied on him as your upperclassman, so you probably thought he had something prepared up his sleeve just for you. But this time he had to disappoint you by slapping the harsh truth in your face.

Izumi had never seen you this way before— wounded, broken, and utterly devastated. He had wanted so badly to comfort you, to hold you and tell you that everything would be alright, but he couldn't. Even if he tried to lie— he didn’t have any energy left to do it properly because the reality was much crueler than any falsehood.

“Not again, please, don’t leave me alone again…” you choked out, your fists gripping his shirt in protest.

Izumi’s throat tightened, tears pooling in his eyes again at the gut wrenching scene unfolding in front of him. The hopelessness in your voice felt like a punch in the stomach, a parasite eating him from the inside, and all he could do was stare at you as you bawled. The energy between you and him was now disturbed, strained.

“…I’m sorry, I…” Izumi stammered. He didn’t know what to say anymore. His apologies fell on deaf ears as you hugged him tight, your crying never stilling. There was nothing he could do to make you stop crying or reassure you— this was how things were. How could he do this to you again? How could he be so selfish?

He couldn’t help but lose himself in his fantasies just for a moment— If only he had been braver, if only he didn’t blindly follow his parents wishes and just fought for your love, for you both, if he had never started mistreating you and pushing you away... things could have been so different.

The smell of sex in the room now felt nauseating and violating. It constantly served him as a reminder that he took away your innocence without any shame— all to satisfy his selfish desires. He knew he ruined you beyond repair by doing this and for a moment, it felt exhilarating knowing you won’t have to deal with his egocentric self ever again from now on.

Because you didn’t deserve this, to be used and then left alone as if nothing happened. Leave you to cry yourself to sleep in here while he left to celebrate. His heart felt lighter at the thought that by leaving you, you’d be able to find someone better, move on, find someone that could help you forget about him, someone, anyone. As long as it wasn’t him. Even if it hurt and you’d cry for months, eventually you’d be able to start new— something he would have hated to see before coming in here. But now he realised that’s what is best for you.

He got off the couch as you cried, buckling his jeans. He then took a tissue he had with him and started cleaning you up, helping you get dressed as you still sobbed and hiccuped more softly, avoiding his gaze. He didn’t say anything as he helped you get into your jeans, deciding to only kiss your thigh a bit as a loving gesture, now lacking of any lust. He then shushed you, moving to kiss your wet cheek tenderly, his thumb brushing against the other one.

“…I love you.” he kissed your lips softly, your last kiss together— his last selfish wish. You didn’t reciprocate. He didn’t comment about it.

He straightened himself, wiping his tears quickly. Then, with heavy, dragged steps he walked to your front door. Despite promising himself he wouldn’t, he paused, looking back at you one last time, stupidly expecting you to run up to him and beg him to stay once again— beg him to run away together, date secretly, or whatever other forbidden love cliché trope he could remember at that moment. Even if he knew he could never change the situation to make you happy, even if he knew he didn’t deserve you, he wished you’d give him a reason to make him think otherwise in this last minute.

As he expected. He exhaled in defeat when he saw your back turned towards him— you were still crying, though a little more quietly, not daring to turn to look at him for one last time. You just accepted his departure, as if you had lost all faith you had in him again, just like nine years ago. That sight completely broke him, the anger and frustration he had towards himself resurfacing once again. You hated him, he quickly came to that conclusion. He was too self absorbed to think that maybe you were pushing all the blame and hate on yourself instead, that’s why you couldn’t look at him in the eyes anymore.

He gripped the doorknob and groaned, opening the door that revealed him the way back to his reality with a harsh pull, slamming it as he walked outside quickly.

The rumbling of his bike’s engine was the last thing you heard before you lulled yourself to sleep with old comforting memories, clutching the pillow that now clung to the faint smell of him.

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Scout's Honor [chapter 1]

Fantasy AU, Soulmate AU

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut

Pairing: OT8 Ateez x fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, attempted theft

Word Count: 2123

Note: Hello! Here's the first chapter of Scout's Honor. I'm having a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it! Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Mini Masterlist

The sun’s golden rays are sparingly cast over the market street, but the work day is far from over. Vendors still shout advertisements for their products and crowds mingle around each booth, browsing the contents.

Having already bought what you came here for, you’re sat on a stoop at the far end of the path simply watching over the businesses. Your hand mindlessly reaches into your satchel, patting the section your coin pouch is tucked in. Not many people join you, too busy rushing to finish up sales. 

The market streets have become thick with tension over the past month, with the war in the far country of Sena cutting off trade supplies. Not many materials are affected currently, but those that have been are far too expensive for you to even consider purchasing.

Your heavy brown cloak is settled over you, obscuring your figure from those around you. The hood over your head serves to further hide your features, as well as to shield your eyes from the harsh light of the near-setting sun. This scene is one you’ve grown familiar with over the past few years of living in Priua. 

The call of one particular merchant draws your attention to the opposite side of the street. Under your hood, you can see old man Dal waving his arms around with a scowl as he scolds a slim man dressed in fine leather.

The younger man seems more interested in the minuscule scuffs on his boots and dirt under his nails than in whatever Dal has to say to him. 

Your town sees its fair share of travelers, but this one has a careless attitude that has you on edge. Rising from your viewpoint, your feet take wide strides across the cobbles until you stand just a pace away from the man.

When Dal catches sight of your hood, his face relaxes a degree and his hunched shoulders square to meet you. He gives a slight bow of his head before stating his case.

“Sir Eun, This boy tried stealing from me!” the man cries. Your eyes catch onto the form of this supposed thief, tilting your head slightly as you study him. “Right from under my nose like I’m senile!” His boots are high quality, yet they’re scuffed and muddied. 

“He asked for an item then tried snatching these off the table when I wasn’t looking!” he yells, holding up a worn pouch of herbs. From what you can see of the dagger on the traveler’s hip, it would go for a good price at the market. “As the best healer in the city, you would know the hard work it takes to procure this fine product.” 

Trailing up the new man’s form, your shadowed eyes eventually raise to meet his cat-like ones. His eyebrow twitches upwards as does a corner of his lips. You level your stare at him, thinking. He hardly looks like someone who would need to steal.

Shifting your glance between the merchant and the man, you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. You take steady steps towards Dal and pull the coin pouch from your satchel.

 “Perhaps our friend here is down on his luck at the moment. Here-” you pass the necessary coins with a soft, diplomatic smile, “for the herbs.” You pause, then tuck a few more coins into his palm. “And for the trouble.” 

“You’re too kind, Sir Eun.” You wave away his comment and grab the bundle of herbs from him, then turn to face the newcomer again. 

Only this time, nothing but open air awaits you. Your eyes dart around the darkening street, but you catch no sign of the man. “That bastard…” you grumble under your breath, settling for tucking the herbs into your satchel and trudging back to the tavern for the night.

You leisurely kick a pebble down the path for the short walk there. While you walk you ponder what you could do with the herbs. Perhaps you could simply resell them? From what you recall of the rare item, they aren’t good for much unless you’re working with poisons. Even then, its presence is hardly discreet.

By the time you set foot in the tavern, the regulars have already gotten comfortable at their usual tables. Come to think of it, you’ve become somewhat of a regular yourself here these days. However, you don’t go drinking yourself into a stupor any chance you get as the typical crowd here does.

You sit in the middle of a long table. With how dead the tavern is tonight, no one will mind if you take up a large space for yourself. The soft clink of glass on wood in front of you raises you from your thoughts. 

“Your mind must be quite busy to not greet me first thing, Eun. I brought you two tonight, as a precaution. I’ll have to go back to work in a second, but I always make an exception for my most valued customer.” Your eyes shift to meet those of the person sitting across from you, hands locked around two pints of ale on the table between you two. 

“Sorry, Jihye,” you say, gaze jumping around the room. “Just stressed, is all.” The chair gives a loud creak as you lean back into it.

“What’s stressing you?” she asks wiping her hands on her apron and leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table. You pause a moment before responding.

“I have to meet with Sir Iseul of Chion,” you state, a distant look covering your features. Chion is not a terrible city by far, but you’d much prefer to stay in Priua where you’ve made your home. 

“Chion? But that’s so far! Nearly a month’s travel! What business is so important you must go to Chion? You shouldn’t be getting any closer to Sena!” she exclaims, eyes and mouth wide with shock. 

“It shouldn’t concern you, Jihye. It simply has to do with the healing arts. And Chion is a full two months travel from the battlefront. There’s nothing to worry about. We would know of the approach long before they ever reached the city.” you wave off her worries, taking a few sips from the closest pint.

Jihye shifts in her seat before her eyes raise to the door at your side. You take another sip from your pint of ale and follow her gaze, only to nearly spit it out when you see the form entering the tavern. 

The man from before pauses a few feet into the establishment to look around. You turn and lower your head as his gaze sweeps over your table, hoping your hood will help you blend in. The approaching footsteps alert you that your attempt at stealth was unsuccessful. Jihye seems to notice his approach and stands from her chair.

“Well, I should be getting back to work, Eun. Yell for me if you need anything.” She dusts off her apron before quickly walking towards the kitchen. In the next moment, the chair to your right is pulled from under the table and flipped around. The man sits down on it backward and sets his arms on the backrest. He looks over to you with a quick smirk.

“You know, I didn’t get to thank you properly earlier.”

“Perhaps because you were too busy running away?” You send him an amused grin.

“I didn’t stray too far. I was close enough to see you bought what I wanted.” He leans forward against the backrest, gesturing with his hands as he speaks. “How about I buy it off you? I swear I’ll pay this time.”

“Hmm... I’m not sure.” You pick at your nails, seemingly disinterested. “What if I happen to find myself in need of some…”you pause to recall the name of the herb in your possession, but come up short. “What if I plan to keep it?”

He pulls a coin pouch from his satchel and places nearly double the amount you had paid on the table in front of you. “Would this amount suffice?” he asks, lip curling into a smirk. You pretend to contemplate the decision momentarily, tapping your chin.

“I suppose it could,” you say, gathering the coins into your palm and retrieving the bundle of herbs from your bag. As soon as you lay the herbs on the table, he snatches them away. “What do you plan to use those for anyways? They’re hardly common around here.”

“A friend of mine asked me to retrieve them while we were in town. I have no clue what he plans to do with them.” A loud series of footsteps from the entrance grasp your attention.

“San, who’s the new friend?” Seven more men take seats at your table, all but encircling you.

“This would be Eun. He saved my ass from an angry merchant earlier today.” Your eyebrows raise slightly at his informality.

“Have you thanked him properly?”

“I was getting to that before I was so rudely interrupted by you all.” He pauses a second before continuing. 

“Eun, let me introduce my friends. This is Seonghwa.” The blond man who spoke earlier perks up and sends you a calm smile.

 “Hongjoong.” Next to Seonghwa, the man with light brown hair waves politely. 

“Yunho.” The taller man sitting to your left gives a mumbled greeting with a nod of his head.

 “Mingi.” He smiles wide at you from across the table.

 “Yeosang.” He simply raises his hand. 

“Wooyoung.” To Yeosang’s side, a hand waves enthusiastically. 

“And Jongho.” A soft ‘hello’ comes from the last. “We’re passing through Priua on our way to Krae.” Your eyes widen at that information. Krae is a settlement Northeast of here and perhaps a week's travel from Chion. In fact, they would pass through Chion if heading there from Priua. 

“Can I get you men anything to eat or drink?” Jihye stands, observant as ever, in front of your table. Hongjoong raises his hand.

“Eight pints, please.”

“Of course. I’ll be out with those in a moment.” Silence washes over the group.

“I want to join you,” you say. Exclamations of surprise echo around the table.

“Why?” Hongjoong questions immediately. A glance at the others tells you they’re all wondering the same.

“I need to get to Chion. I’m meeting with someone.” The men share a look with each other before Hongjoong continues.

“Why should you join us? What do you have to offer to the group?” Glasses clink on the wooden tabletop as Jihye sets one in front of each of the newcomers. She sends you a charming smile.

“Well, Eun is the best healer in town. Hell, maybe even the country. He’s extremely skilled.” A slight flush rises on your cheeks at the praise and you look away from her gaze.

San leans closer to you and says in a low voice “They must be very important to you for you to travel so far.” You nod. 

“Extremely,” you answer, adorning a determined look.

“So just how good of a healer are you, Eun? Surely you have some stories.” Yeosang asks with a flat expression.

“Aish- Detective Kang back at it again” one of the men murmurs.

“What?” he asks with a glance around the table. “ I want to know more about who we’re dealing with here.” he shrugs.

 Jihye makes her way back to refill everyone’s pints just in time to answer for you. 

“Oh, he’s the best! Once Hyunjin snapped his arm clean in two and Eun here was able to get it back together, healed, and functioning in record time! And one time In-Su got bit by a venomous snake and Eun sucked the venom out! Don’t doubt his abilities, he’s called the best for a reason.” she finished with a stern look at Yeosang.

“That’s good to hear. We could use another healer considering the trouble we’ve had recently.” Hongjoong says, shooting a half-hearted glare at the man to your left.

“It was an accident, I swear!” he exclaims. Seonghwa and Hongjoong whisper to each other for a minute before their attention returns to you.

“I suppose if it’s just to Chion, you can accompany us,” Hongjoong says, extending a hand to you. “Welcome aboard, Eun.” A few cheers and mumbles erupt from the surrounding men at his exclamation. Some of your new companions seem eager to celebrate, with how they’re throwing back ale like there’s no tomorrow.

“We leave Priua tomorrow before dawn, will you be ready? Chion is three weeks away if we’re quick.” Seonghwa asks, eyes searching your own. You give a nod. “Good. We’ll meet in front of this building. Bring all you’ll need.” he says, leaning back into his chair.

[murdermeadow]

Ouroboros kids gender hcs cuz now I'm thinking about it a fair bit

Noah: trans man. of course. his tmasc swag is immense. when he got top surgery, Lanz was the first one to both convince him to do it and congratulate him afterwards. he sees it as one of the best decisions of his life, and loves his scars

Eunie: she's a girl in the most convoluted of ways. best not to ask her about it she barely understands it herself

Lanz: his gender is gymbro. cis dude but with a healthy masculinity. he's also the biggest trans ally you'll ever see

Mio: girl in the most vague way. like if you asked a creature that didn't know anything about gender what a girl was. that's Mio. she prefers to go unlabelled but if she had to, she'd just slap on a demigirl and call it a day

Sena: the kind of gender bimbo girlies have. confident femininity while also being constantly up for experimenting and trying out different expressions. vaguely genderfluid, I think you could say. though she mainly likes sticking to the fem side

Taion: the agender boy of all time!! I think he feels very disconnected from his gender as he sees no use or importance for the concept (also for autism reasons), so he usually completely disregards it. for the simplicity he describes himself as a boy, but really he's just a person trying to get by. though however, a soft masculinity serves as a great comfort for him

[kymaiii]

Dano Sarrada; Lee Jeno.

-> lee jeno x fem!reader; ins. dano sarrada (marina sena) | smut 2,9k+

❦ 𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐄: ❝A graça é você comigo, me dano sarrada. Seria errado cobiçar o ex-namorado da própria amiga?❞

[❢] smut com o Jeno, insp. music "dano sarrada" da marina sena, dirty talk, sexo sem proteção, daddy kink bem levinho, um pouco de exibicionismo (?), size kink, depravação e talaricagem.

-> A/N: Em diversas letras eu peguei como "dano sarrada", por isso que estará escrito dessa forma, ok?

Sempre que quiser ficar comigo é só beijar meu pescoço

Olha, eu gosto quando cê me olha; me filma, eu tô virando star; do seu cinema particular. O quão baixa eu seria por desejar o ex-namorado da minha amiga? Gostava do jeitinho que ele me olhava, me admirava, como se eu fosse o seu filme favorito. Ela que me perdoe, mas eu queria muito dar para ele. Oh, se não queria! Todas as vezes que escutava eles fodendo imagina eu ali no lugar dela, imaginando como será que seria aquela pica na minha boceta, os lábios nos meus, as mãos grandes enforcando meu pescoço ou surrando meu rabo. Porra, por Lee Jeno eu me tornaria a maior vadia de todas.

Era sábado à noite, dia de festa. Desde quando havia chegado na residência de Jeno — onde ocorria a festança — senti seu olhar fervoroso sobre meu corpo, como se estivesse me devorando. Hoje, eu tinha um propósito: dar para aquele homem, mesmo que fizesse somente duas semanas do seu término. Mas, e a sua amiga? Desculpa, estou tacando o fodase para ela, visto que nesse exato momento a bonita está metendo com dois no andar de cima.

Estava requebrando ao som das batidas estrondosamente altas junto com o amontoado de pessoas que estavam ali na sala iluminada pelas luzes coloridas. Sabia que tinha feito uma bela escolha ao optar por uma mini saia que mostrava a polpa do meu bumbum, um top que se assemelhava a um biquíni e botas de salto que destacavam as minhas pernas. Havia recebido inúmeras propostas de sexo desde que cheguei, mas sempre respondia com um “Não, não quero”, não queria qualquer um, eu queria ele.

Jeno sabia que eu estava fazendo uma provocação baixa para si, mesmo que inúmeras cadelas estivessem tentando chamar a sua atenção seu olhar não desviava do meu corpo. Ele me demorava de cima a baixo, com os olhos negros brilhando em luxúria, ora ou outra umedecendo a boca com a língua molhada. Cacete, como que eu queria aquela língua me umedecendo também. 

Sabia que foderíamos naquela noite, afinal foi ele que chegou em mim na faculdade e falou: “Linda, vai ter uma festinha lá em casa no sábado e te aguardo como minha convidada de honra.”. Como eu era baixa lhe perguntei os motivos pelos quais eu deveria comparecer, o filho da mãe me deu um sorriso ladino pronunciando um “Vai e descubra.”. Ordinário! Desde o seu antigo relacionamento já me provocava com seus olhares, secando meu corpo sempre quando tinha oportunidade e distribuindo aqueles benditos sorrisos cafajestes.

Puta merda, eu quero tanto dar para esse homem que vocês não têm noção! 

Ah, aquele olhar que ele estava me dando, conseguia enxergá-lo muito bem dali da pista de dança improvisada, mesmo que o homem estivesse em um canto escuro escorado na parede fumando um cigarro eletrônico com seus amigos. Estávamos em uma competição sobre quem cederia primeiro para chamar o outro, não queria dar o braço a torcer e nem ele, mas sabia que pelo aquele olhar Lee Jeno queria ficar comigo, mas de longe não podia escutar o seu clamor, não é mesmo?

Talvez eu tivesse uma boceta muito burra, mas fodase, peguei meu celular e apertei em seu contato para enviar a seguinte mensagem:

Sempre que quiser ficar comigo é só beijar o meu pescoço. É que de longe eu não ouço… 00:35

Assim que mandei a mensagem o olhei requebrando a cintura de lado e cruzando os braços em claro desafio para ver se assim ele iria atrás de mim. Vi o momento exato que a tela luminosa estava em sua mão, o Lee olhou para mim arqueando uma das suas sobrancelhas bonitas e sorriu aceitando a provocação que lancei sobre si.

Satisfeita, empinei o nariz para começar a se rastejar no meio do amontoado de pessoas que impediam a passagem até a cozinha. Queria molhar a boca com alguma bebida antes que a molhasse com outra coisa. Entrei no cômodo desconhecido por mim indo até umas das prateleiras altas que estavam os copos — segundo os bêbados da festa —, apoiei uma mão no balcão enquanto esticava a outra, sem sucesso fiquei nas pontas dos pés que inevitavelmente me inclinei mais para frente fazendo a saia levantar e o bumbum empinar.

Senti mãos quentes envolverem minha cintura e algo duro cutucar no meio da bunda. Dei um pulo pelo susto, fazendo meu bumbum roçar contra o corpo que era conhecido por mim. Sabia muito bem quem era, o aroma amadeirado e fresco na minha mente de tantas que me aproximava dele somente para sentir seu cheiro másculo. A boca molhada de Jeno foi ao encontro com meu pescoço, distribuindo diversos selares pela extensão, a língua molhada deslizava pela minha pele, arrepiando-me por inteira.

Minha respiração se desregulou, o aperto na cintura deixava a pele quente, fervendo, por querer mais e mais contato com o corpo masculino. Sua rola cutucava bem no meio das minhas nádegas, a calcinha naquele instante estava toda encolhida de tão molhada que estava e eu juro que imploraria para ele me comer ali mesmo no meio de todo mundo.

Suas mãos ligeiras começaram a subirem deslizando por debaixo do top que cobria as mamas. Oh, eu e ele não nos importamos com quem tivesse olhando a nossa indecência ali em um lugar movimentado, nosso desespero era tanto que poderíamos foder ali naquele cantinho mesmo. Então, o Lee apertou a carne de forma brusca, fazendo um sonzinho manhoso escapar do fundo da minha garganta, meus biquinhos se arrebitaram naquele instante com o calor das palmas, enquanto a boca dele passou a chupar minha pele com mais vontade — o que provavelmente deixaria vergões arroxeados. 

Jeno se afastou do meu pescoço levando sua boca até meu ouvido falando bem baixinho:

— Você disse que sempre que eu quisesse ficar contigo era só beijar o seu pescoço, né? — Apertou mais forte as mamas me fazendo soltar lamúrios dengosos. 

— Também não tem muita graça.

— Ah, não tem é?

Sorri pilantra removendo as palmas dos seios e me virando de frente para ele, entrelaçando os braços ao redor do seu pescoço. Meus olhos foram até seu rosto percebendo as pupilas dilatadas que predominavam todo círculo ocular, carregados de tesão, as mãos grandes masculinas deslizaram-se pela lateral do meu corpo parando na região debaixo da saia apertando a bunda com vontade. Depois, elas desceram mais um pouquinho, percebi o que ele queria fazer, as mãos calejadas apertaram minha coxa me dando impulso para sentar no balcão frio de mármore, envolvi minhas pernas ao redor redor do seu quadril e o puxei contra mim, fazendo nossos sexos se chocarem. Nesse instante, as palmas foram até minha cintura, apertando-a, como se estivesse se controlando.

— A graça é você comigo, me dano sarrada.

Ele riu.

— Ah, menina… eu vou sarrar tanto nessa sua boceta apertada até mesmo quando ela não estiver mais aguentando o meu caralho. Vou te deixar bem larguinha, transbordando com a minha porra, e você vai aguentar levar tudo, não vai? — Concordei rapidamente, Jeno soltou uma gargalhada debochada. — Porra, você não sabe há quanto tempo que quero te foder, meter esmurrando essa bundinha gostosa com minhas mãos, te mamar igual um ordinário e te deixar ser ar de tanto gritar. O Neno ‘tá louquinho pela sua xota, doçura, e ele vai aproveitar cada segundo dentro dela, ok?

Uma de suas destras subiu pelo meu corpo aproveitando em cada curvatura, ao final do seu trajeto agarrou meu pescoço trazendo-me para mais perto de si. Jeno colou sua testa na minha, seus olhos estavam atentos nos meus capturando cada detalhe, nossos narizes se roçaram e os lábios grudaram um contra o outro. Nosso ósculo era urgente, necessitado, meu corpo tremia em puro tesão, as pernas bambas como gelatinas, sabia que o Lee estava ficando ainda mais eufórico por conta do aperto em meu pescoço e, porra, tudo isso fazia minha boceta latejar. 

Céus, conseguia sentir perfeitamente o seu gosto mentolado predominar toda minha cavidade, ansiava ainda mais com o calor do seu corpo junto ao meu, rastejei minha bunda um pouco mais para frente somente para poder sentir seu pau contra meu sexo sensível, rebolando sem um pingo de vergonha na cara demonstrando a bela vagabunda necessitada que eu era. Nossas intimidades friccionavam rápidas, com desejo e vontade, um desesperado pelo outro, sentindo os sôfregos sair da sua garganta sendo abafados pela minha boca. Então, segurando minhas nádegas, Jeno me retirou do balcão, sem desgrudar nossas bocas, aprofundando ainda mais o ósculo me deixando sem respiração. Que pecado de homem!

Sua boca descolou da minha, porém nossas testas permaneceram grudadas, ambos em busca do fôlego perdido. As palmas masculinas embaixo da saia deslizava por toda a banda e aquilo era tão gostoso, principalmente quando conseguia visualizar sua boca toda vermelhinha, ansiando novamente ela contra a minha. Avoada em meio às perversidades da mente, o Lee depositou um selinho nos meus lábios chamando a minha atenção.

— Linda, quero tanto meter nessa sua boceta melada que não vou aguentar chegar até ao meu quarto. O papai vai te comer bem gostosinho ali naquele banheirinho minúsculo, depois vou te levar lá para cima e vou surrar meu pau tanto nessa sua xota até deixar ela bem larguinha. Ok?

— Ok!

Em passos apressados fomos até ao banheirinho que ficava ali do lado, era um lavado minúsculo, mas com o tamanho bom o suficiente para fodermos sem dó. Queria ficar estufada com seu pau, gritando o nome de Jeno, sem me preocupar com qualquer ser desnecessário que estivesse do outro lado da porta. Entramos atrapalhados, ansiosos um pelo outro, nos trancando rapidamente dentro do cubículo. Poderíamos fazer o quanto barulho que quiséssemos, o som estava estrondosamente alto lá fora e isso era uma maravilha.

Antes que pudesse agir, minha cintura foi apertada brutalmente pelas mãos masculinas, sentindo o seu quadril pressionado contra mim. Senti as palmas quentes começarem a subir e, de um jeito desajeitado, desfazer do top que usava naquela noite, jogando-o em algum lugar do cubículo. Os seios firmes estavam com os bicos arrebitados, os dedos calejados do Lee envolveu ambos pontinhos sensíveis sem dó, em formato de pinça, apertando-os causando uma pequena dor deliciosa. Me esfregava contra o seu corpo, como se fosse uma cachorra clamando pela sua atenção.

— Neno… — chamei pelo seu apelido bem manhosa, queria que naquela noite ele deixasse roxa, marcada, para que nunca se esquecesse que a partir de agora eu o pertencia. — Come minha boceta logo, vai. Não fica de enrolação não.

A cara bonita do filho da puta se iluminou com o meu pedido, apertando mais os meus mamilos devido sua satisfação. Logo, senti suas mãos desceram novamente nos meus quadris, causando um rastro de fogo pela pele nua, quando finalmente pousou, senti o aperto no local sabendo exatamente o que ele queria, obedecendo sua ordem.

— Empina essa bunda gostosa pro papai, linda! Queria que você chupasse o meu pau primeiro, mas ‘tô com pressa. Então, empina logo pra eu poder te comer. — Caralho, essa voz rouca poderia me fazer gozar ali em pé mesmo, senti minhas pernas bambearem somente com seu timbre carregado de volúpia.

Minhas mãos foram até ao porcelanato frio da pia, curvando meu tronco e empinando o bumbum. Empinada e pronta, conseguia visualizar a silhueta do homem pelo espelho, poderia me considerar uma vadia sortuda por ser fodida por alguém tão gostoso assim. Jeno me fitava com puro tesão em seu olhar, feliz pela visão que estava tendo sobre minha pessoa tão vulnerável para si, as sobrancelhas escuras semicerradas decorando os detalhes da minha boceta coberta pelo tecido da calcinha ou do bumbum redondo que engolia todo material.

Rapidamente, o Lee retirou sua camiseta mostrando todo a parte superior de seu corpo toda esculpida, a pele branca e macia que eu teria o prazer de deixar marcas escuras para marcar território, cada detalhe modelado e musculoso. Que homem gostoso! De fato, meu sexo fez um belo ploc. Saí dos meus pensamentos ao escutar o barulho metálico da fivela do cinto, sendo este retirado e jogado da mesma forma que meu top, as destras removeram o botão da calça abaixando a mesma junto com a cueca em uma altura o suficiente que fizesse o pau saltar.

Era branquinho, curvado e extenso de forma avassaladora, com a glande rosada brilhante pelo pré-gozo, suas veias pulsavam e engrossavam cada vez mais, querendo um alívio imediato. Sua destra foi até ele, punhetando a rola com força, enquanto a outra segurou minha cintura aproximando o seu caralho contra minha entrada. Oh, aquilo não caberia em mim e eu tinha certeza disso.

— O papai vai entrar agora, linda.

A cabecinha da pica foi pressionada contra minha entrada, Jeno era grande, intensamente grande, o suficiente para eu saber que não aguentaria. Pensar naquilo tudo sendo socado em mim deixava a xota ainda mais excitada, boba demais pela ideia que nem me importaria se machucasse ou não, minhas unhas queriam arranhar o porcelanato, até que senti ele afastar minha calcinha para o lado e deslizar seu falo para dentro de mim.

— Puta merda, caralho… Você é tão apertada, porra! Quero te deixar larguinha com meu pau hoje — o Lee ofegou, empurrando ainda mais a rola grossa para dentro de mim de forma lenta e brusca.

Eu poderia enlouquecer sentindo o pau ser forçado contra meu canal, com dificuldade em meter por conta das paredes rugosas que o engolia com tanta pressão, ele era demais para o meu corpo tão pequeno comparado ao seu. Conseguia sentir minha boceta se esticando contra a extensão rija, parecia que estava me rasgando no meio, alargando as paredes de forma crua que chegava queimar, até que senti a glande bater em cheio contra meu útero, fazendo minha mente embaçar e lágrimas começarem a escorrer contra meu rosto em meio aos gemidos que escapavam da garganta clamando pelo homem.

Deixando meu sexo pronto o suficiente, seus quadris começaram a se chocar contra minha bunda batendo de forma avassaladora, suas palmas apertavam forte meus quadris, onde provavelmente deixaria marcas dos seus dígitos, meus gemidos entrecortados com gritos deixava meu peito ofegante e sem respiração. Meu corpo aceitava cada centímetro dele, como se fosse o encaixe perfeito. 

Sentia as bolas cheias e pesadas bater contra a boceta, causando um atrito molhado. Seu pau me enchia, ele era pesado, grosso, destruindo toda extensão vaginal. Meus dedos estavam pálidos, sem cor, de tanto que os apertava com a unha pontuda machucando a palma. Mesmo diante a dor e ao prazer, meus olhos se conectarem com os dele através do espelho, seus fios escuros eram umedecidos, a boca entreaberta suspirando pesadamente em cada sarrada, o pomo de adão subindo para cima e para baixo ansioso, as veias do pescoço tensas demais e com gotículas de suor deslizando. Que visão infernal!

Eu rebolava no seu pau como uma vadia, querendo que ele macetasse minha pele. Atendendo ao meu pedido e perdendo seu controle, a palma pesada vai de encontro com a carne macia do meu bumbum. Um, dois, três, quatro. Cada tapa seguido do outro, estalando contra a pele que ficaria em tons roxeados mais tarde. “Jeno, Jeno, Jeno…”, eram os lamúrios sofridos que minha boca soltava.

Cada vez mais sua pélvis ia acelerando as socadas batendo em minha bunda, com as investidas de forma brusca em cada movimento do seu pau. As mãos pararam de surrar minha carne e subiram passando pela minha barriga, chegando até aos seios pesados, apertando-o se chocando ainda mais para dentro de mim. Nesse instante, meu rosto estava uma bagunça molhada, ele era muito grande, grosso, gostoso, mas meu corpo fervia e ansiava pelo Jeno.

— Você gosta do jeito que o papai te come, linda? ‘Tá aceitando meu pau tão bem… Olha só que boceta mais gulosa é essa, princesa, nem aguenta a surra de pica que leva, mas engole ele como uma cadela. — O Lee apertando as mamas se curvou depositando um selar no meio das costas. — Puta merda, ‘tô arrombado a xota de uma puta com meu caralho e depois vou deixar ela cheinha com minha porra. Sempre soube que você era feita para mim, linda, que sua boceta foi feita para o meu pau. Você não sabe a visão do caralho que estou tendo te sarrando aqui…

As palavras sujas me deixava boba, bamba demais. As surradas frenéticas aumentavam ainda mais, conseguia sentir cada centímetro da rola dentro de mim, fodendo implacavelmente a minha boceta. Jeno me arrombava sem dó, soltando meus seios e segurando uma mão na minha cintura enquanto a outra foi para o clitóris. Ele o estimulava, o pontinho sensível e inchado clamando por atenção, passando a meter mais profundo, com mais força, já tinha perdido o controle sem se importar se eu estava sensível ou não. Oras, amava essa foda bruta! 

Gritos saiam da minha garganta, carregados de tesão, misturando com os sons lá de fora e os lamúrios de Jeno. “Goza para mim, linda.”, ele disse rouco. Meu corpo tremeu, as pernas bambearam, uma onda de calor circulou fazendo-me arquear as costas, minha boceta se contraiu — fazer o Lee soltar um xingamento — e a sensação do orgasmo chega, empinei o bumbum para senti-lo meter ainda mais no sexo agora sensível pelo gozo. Estava entorpecida, cheia, imersa pela foda recente.

Jeno continuou metendo freneticamente, em busca do próprio prazer. Ambas as mãos estavam na minha cintura, sua respiração pesada, as veias saltitadas, ele estava afundado pela sua tesão, me fodendo impiedosamente até sentir seu corpo tremer contra o meu. O ápice lhe chega, a porra me atingindo profundamente, enchendo toda canalzinho até sentir escorrer para mim sobre minhas coxas. O Lee se afastou de mim e me ergueu, colocando minhas costas no seu peitoral duro e sussurrando no meu ouvido:

— Agora, linda, vamos lá para cima. Você vai subir pro meu quarto com minha porra escorrendo pela sua boceta e melando suas pernas, assim o papai vai poder continuar te dano sarrada, ok?

[maochira]

(〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃) about me!

mao/mai/melody • they/them • 20 y/o • neurodivergent • aroacespec sapphic • lolita

neutral & fem terms okay! male terms as jokes or slang (bro, dude, etc.) • please alternate between one of the three names i go by!

graphic design student • drawing, writing, crocheting, knitting, cooking, reading

main f/o list; sharing with all of them!

familial: Sir Crocodile (father), Raian & Fusui Kure (siblings); Ryusei Shidou (twin brother)

queerplatonic: Koga Narushima, Ryuki Gaoh, Hubert von Vestra, Enel

romantic: Riko Sena