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THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS â gojo, geto, toji, higuruma, nanami, choso, sukuna x reader ft brief kusakabe cameo
Summary: in order to become a full fledge succubus, you must have a meeting with the seven deadly sins in the underworld. but you weren't expecting a meeting like this.
Tags: (18+ MDNI), 8some(?)/gangbang/orgy, dirty talk, breeding, squirting, mention of a lot of kinks, anal play, fingering, handjobs, blowjobs/throat fucking, daddy kink, size kink, riding, cunnilingus, overstimulation, exhibitionism, slight impact play, orgasm control, nipple play, breath play, mutual masturbation, snowballing, praise, dumbification, degradation, dominance/submissiveness, cock warming, pet names, finger sucking, dacryphilia, hair pulling, ball stimulation, doggy, slight mlm scenes between Geto and Gojo ofc, full nelson, mating press, double penetration, anal fingering (female), etc.
tagging: @omgeto @screampied (also thank you bae for making the banner đđ€đŸ) @hoshigray (thanks for beta reading babe!) @kingkonoha @kanekisfavoritegf
A/N: please for the love of god, donât ask for no part 2. i think a lot of people underestimate how hard smut writing is and especially since this is an eightsome. THANK UUUU FOR 1.6k followers & for waiting as long as you did for this! (5.4k words)
âWell, thereâs one last test you have to completeâŠâ Yaga told you, his face was a bit flushed. âItâs rather â er â well⊠Actually, Iâll just send you to them so that they can explain it to you.â He did an awkward cough and escorted you to the elevator; where he clicked the illuminating number seven. âJust tell them youâre here for your last succubus test.â He gave you a thumbs up and let the doors close behind him.
âOkay, cause that wasnât totally weird.â You muttered to yourself, watching the elevatorâs number increase. Your heart hammering in your chest. Youâd been training for this for the past two years, you couldnât believe you had one last test.
When the door opened, your eyes widened. There were dark velvet color drapes that decorated the entrance of the room as you stepped off the elevator. Every step you took, you felt a deep sense of uneasiness erupt in the pits of your belly. âHello?â You finally mustered up some courage to speak. âIâm here for the last part of my succubus exam!â You exclaimed, noticing the dimly lit lights above you creating an ominous yet sexual atmosphere around you. Your thighs trembled.Â
âCome in, little lady.â A manâs voice said as a door warped in forth of your body and pushed itself open. âShoes off.â The man said. Hesitantly, you walked inside and slipped off your shoes. Your eyes roamed across the room as you noticed how wide it was â a velvet carpet floor that was soft between your white colored toes. Bits of fog clouded your vision; you could make out bodies but not faces.
âOh, sheâs quite a looker.â Another voice says around you â wrapping around your body like a snake.Â
You heard a snicker, âYouâre right, and I could smell just how wet she is; thatâs the best part. Canât wait to eat her up.â You could practically hear this person lick their lips.Â
âShe doesnât even know what sheâs in for⊠innocent little slut.â Your knees trembled at that. The way these men were speaking had you hot all over, even the air felt different as you stepped forward.
You swallowed, âI can hear youââ
âOh, believe me⊠we know.â This time, when this voice spoke, he raised his hand and the fog split down the middle before completely leaving. Then, you were able to truly see the men who sat in front of you, and your body ran cold.
Seven men, who you were able to recognize from the many lessons you had drilled into your brain from your classes. You gulped as most of them chuckle upon seeing your eyes finally take in just who you were looking at. The legends themselves.
The Seven Deadly Sins: Sukuna Ryomen â Pride, Kento Nanami â Sloth, Suguru Geto â Gluttony, Satoru Gojo â Lust, Choso Kamo â Wrath, Toji Fushiguro â Greed and Higuruma Hiromi â Envy
You swallowed, âSo â umâ whatâs exactly the final part of my exam? Do I have toâŠlike⊠pretend this is Jeopardy and answer a bunch of questions?â You heard a small scoff.Â
âNo. This is more the showing part of your exam.â Sukuna told you, his eyes trained on you. âWe need to see you score high marks in satisfaction. Do you understand?âÂ
You bite your lip; it was difficult understanding what he was saying and not be dripping wet. They were all so beautiful, your nipples prodding out of the thin layer of your dress. Youâve had sex before, but that was way before your genes had kicked it. Twenty-one, inexperienced and horny. Now, youâre older and had basically been celibate for two years (excluding your times of pure masturbation). You were convincing yourself this would be a challenge, and it was one that you were intrigued to take.
So, you slipped your dress down, standing out of it completely and stood stark-naked in front of their prying eyes.Â
âYeah, this is going to be fun.â Toji smirked, walking towards you with his unbuttoned pants low on his hips. âThe thing about sex is,â he pressed his palms to your shoulders and lowered you down. âItâs degrading. So, I want you to sit here on your knees and to keep your mouth open while I feed you this dick, got that?âÂ
You nodded and opened your mouth. He was about eight inches and it looked heavy in the palm; he could barely fit it in one hand, so you wondered if it would fit down your throat. But as he put it in, you already knew your answer. He didnât move, just stood still. It was something about him standing there with his hardening cock in your mouth that turned you on. âSuck,â he told you, and you did just that, like a good girl. Sucking around his cock with a wet mouth, pulling him out to tap his dick right on your tongue before tonguing at his slit. He hissed and pulled back before shoving it deep into your mouth, and your eyes rolled back.
Bubbling spit drips down to his balls and you squeeze them, taking him out of your mouth for a moment before trailing your tongue up and down his entire dick. Reaching his balls, you take one in your mouth and suck one then you trail your tongue back up to his tip. Spitting on his cock, you stroke him. âDamn, girl; you've been waiting for this, huh?â He grabs your head and focuses you to take the entire thing, his hips harshly thrusting in and out of your mouth.. You barely notice that someoneâs behind you until they fondle your breast, and you jump a bit before relaxing. They kiss your shoulders and move up to your neck, making you shutter and moan around Tojiâs cock. He groans above and snaps his hips against you, pulling you closer to his pelvis, âFucking, mouth is killing me.â You suck harder when you feel a hand on your clit.
âPussyâs so damn wet.â You can hear just how wet you are, and itâs embarrassing. The squelching noises fill your head and over makes your legs open more. âYou like sucking his cock that bad? That youâre gettinâ this wet over it? Want my cock buried inside of you? Right here?â He taps your cunt and you groan, nodding your head and rocking your hips against his hand. âCanât even speak with that mouth full and I can still hear you loud and clear, pretty girl.âÂ
Youâre still sucking Tojiâs cock, putting your hands on the floor to truly get more around him, pushing your head even deeper into his hips. Pulling him out of your mouth, you press hot kisses on his tip end then place him back on your tongue, now looking him in the eyes. You could tell he was close with his eyes shut and his head pulled back. He was throbbing on your tongue and his hips were moving faster; they swirled a bit before he shook with a deep orgasm. His hot cum rushing down your throat, and he moaned loud, âAhâfuck, fuck.. fuck***!â You kept sucking, the fingers on your clit moved in achingly slow circles. And when Toji pulled you off his cock, they finally slipped inside.Â
âNow gimme a kiss.â You did, with shaking hands and closed eyes. Sloppy and wet, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth before he pulled back and licked his lips. The fingers inside of your greedy pussy rubbed your insides, and you humped against them.Â
âKeep going, please.â Your eyes were closed as you rode their fingers, unsure of who it was but knowing that it felt good. A thumb on your clit and kisses on your back before colder hands lifted your breast, kissing and biting them playfully. âOooh, please.âÂ
He sucked, âYou like that?â You whimpered out something even you couldnât understand. Your body is simply a toy at that moment. His tongue moves over each nipple and makes delicate swirls around them. Finally, you open your eyes and see a bundle of long black hair â Suguru Geto, who sucks on your breast with his eyes closed and rubs at your other nipple with another. Arching your back into him more but also seeking comfort in the person behind you, whoâs using their fingers to scissor your gooey insides. Briefly looking up, Geto pulls away from your breast and kisses the person behind you, only a small kiss but it makes you wetter regardless.Â
âKiss me again, made her little pussy clench.â He kisses him again and your wetness soaks his hand.Â
âSatoru, you sure that was for her, not for you?â Geto chuckles, and you can feel a hardness pressing against your back. Geto moves back down to your breast when someone takes your hand and moves their cock inbetween.Â
âThought you were gonna let us have all the fun, Choso.â Gojo snickers behind you, curling his finger enough to make you moan aloud. You see a good amount of precum and your mouth suddenly feels dry. Taking your hand, you jerk him once and he already looks as if heâs going to cum.Â
âHer hands are so soft. I..â Heâs stammering. âWaitâŠNeed to cumâŠâ A small whimper leaves his lips and he uncontrollably jerks his hips up; fucking your hand. Applying a small bit of pressure to the tip, his eyes shut and heâs jumping back. Sticky wetness drips to the floor and he stands on shaky legs, his eyes pleading with you. Gojo rubs his fingers between your folds; keeping you in the palm of his hands as you play with the others.
âYou wanna cum inside of me, hm?â The moment you utter that sentence he bends over, almost sobbing as he nods his head. Twisting your hand around Chosoâs red leaky tip, you lick a trail up his frenulum. Winking at him you pull back and kiss Geto, swirling your tongue around in his mouth before Gojo pulls your face to kiss you. Moans take over the room while you roll your hips and move into Gojoâs fingers and Geto takes the opportunity to slip a nipple in his mouth and you try to ignore the feeling to focus on kissing. But you couldnât focus, when you heard wet noises surrounding the room and you didnât need to look up to know what it was; everyone was jerking off and it made your body scorching hot.
âWait,â You whisper, close to Gojoâs mouth and gently pushing Getoâs head away from your breast, standing on trembling legs and walking to Choso. âThought you wanted me, babyâŠâ A flip switched, no longer at the whim of men. Heâs speechless, just nodding his head and swallowing.Â
He mutters a quiet, âI do, pleaseâŠâ He kneels, rubs up and down your legs and you place your foot right on top of his sticky boxers.
âWant me to step on it, baby?â Your voice is low and condescending, a smirk tugging on your lips.
Heâs gnawing at the skin on his lips and his face is flushed. âY-yeah?â Your smirk twists into an evil smile before your foot presses down on his leaking tip and his head leans back. His hips raise but you donât move an inch. Heâs whining and sweet small whimpers leave his lips as his hips thrash against your foot.
âBeg for it.â He can only whine, no words to be spoken as he humps your foot with breathy broken moans filled the room.
âBabyââ Heâs looking up at you with dark eyes, his confidence shining through, just a bit. Smiling at him you bend your knees and put his cock between your dominant hand.
âReady?â You ask and he nods. âNeed you to speak up...â Hovering your dripping pussy over his upright cock, almost close to entering, slipping the head between your hot folds is what makes him speak up.
âYe-yeah.â He gulps and pulls his lips to yours, kissing you. Your eyes roll back a bit and you swear you can see stars, sliding the tip of his cock at your aching slit, you both shiver before you finally let his cock slip inside. He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and his thighs clench under you. You pull back from him and salvia breaks apart, which he lips back up with an awkward smile. Putting weight on your knees, you bounced up and down on him, your tits on full display as they bounced with every move you made. The loud sounds of your pornographic moans filled the room along with the wetness noises of slapping skin; taking more of his cock inside of you each time you bounced down.
Turning your head, you look at Gojo and Geto and like a bee to honey they both rush over; Geto rubbing at your clit with a nipple in his mouth and Gojo kissing your lips, drinking your moans up.Â
âI think im going to lose my mind, the way sheâs riding me⊠oh fuck, im not going to last.â Choso hisses underneath you and grips your hips, trying to slow your pace. Slowly, he fucks into you, dragging his cock into your inner walls and feeling your pussy squeeze him in a tight hug.Â
âYouâre such a good boy Choso.â You lean down to kiss him as Gojo focuses on pressing kisses to your spine. Raising your hips and slamming back down you whisper in his ear, âDonât you want to fill me up? Donât you want to cum inside me all night like a good boy? Huh?â After that there was no more talking for a while as you fucked him, rolling your hips in circles and moaning in his ear. Chosoâs body was wuthering trying to keep up with you; your pussy splattering out white cream as you kept a dangerous pace before his stomach caved in.
âBe gentle with me, please? Please baby or Iâmââ he mouths out your name when he comes, thick ropes as his hips jerk, his eyes rolling back. Heâs heaving loudly, digging his fingers into your hips as he comes down from his high as his body trembles.Â
You barely get a minute to catch your breath before Geto and Gojo slaps their cock on your cheek with dark smiles. You open your mouth, knowing that both canât fit inside but hoping that the tips can. Their cocks graze each other and you swallow around them.Â
âSlutty mouth, taking both of us.â Geto whispers to himself as he shoves more inside, his hand on your head. You gag and they both groan with pleased looks on their faces, Chosoâs cock twitches inside of you.Â
âChoso, donât you think you're being greedy? I wanna fuck her tooâŠâ Gojo whines, looking down at your puffy wet eyes as you choke more on their dicks; both of them throbbing on your tongue. Lifting your hips, a small pop is heard and bits of cum leak out of you. Looking down at Chosoâs half hard cock you grin, heâs breathing so hard with hooded eyes.
âCanât wait to play with that ass,â Geto tells you and your eyes widen a bit. Slipping their cocks out of your mouth, you take his balls into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks so tight around him that he pulls you off.Â
Gojo is quick to turn your attention to him, he ignores Getoâs annoyed stare as he lifts you up. Turning you to the others, he holds your body for everyone to see. Your entire body was being stared at, pussy on full display â soaking wet with cum and your own slickâ his cock hard and standing upright, teasing your clit. He grips your thighs and spreads them a bit wider, small strings from sticky folds breaking off as your pussy spreads.Â
He enters you, fills you up and your toes curl. âFucking tiny, arenât you baby?â His cock angled perfectly at this position, slick running down your thighs as he fucking directly into you. Heâs hitting a deep gooey spot inside of you making wetness come out of you in spurts, your moans making Gojo shiver above you.Â
âHold her still for a minute,â Geto whispers, face directly by your pussy, wetness shined on his face and you felt hot. He mustâve been there for a while. Licking up a long stripe from Gojoâs tight balls to his cock before he nuzzles his face into your cunt, pressing his tongue hard on your pulsing clit â your thighs shake when he pressed a small kiss there. He wraps his tongue against the bud and you jump a bit when Gojo does a small thrust, knocking you loose when he hits that spot again. Geto licks and swirls his tongue around before he moves back. âJust wanted a little tasteâŠâ He spits on your pussy and watches it slide down Gojoâs cock. âLooking fucking pretty with his cock inside of you, ya know that?â
You whine, barely able to talk at the sensation coming from your body. âSloppy pussy making all that noise, hear that?â Geto urges you to listen to the plat wet noises that fill the room and once again, you feel something taking over you.Â
âAre you gonna let me come inside too? Huh, my little treasure?â Gojo bites your neck playfully, thrusting deeper, a long moan leaving your mouth. You donât remember Geto pulling himself to stand but when you feel his cock slap right to your clit, you jolt. Running your slick and his precum.Â
âLet me stretch this pretty ass out, you think you can take both?â His face is flushed, his fingers circling your asshole before his thumb plays with it, you clench a bit before relaxing. âOh? Already been played with.â He says, spitting on his hand and rubbing it in before he gently nudges his tip into your tight hole thatâs stretching ready to take him.Â
Almost too easily, it slips in and he huffs out a laugh, âSo proud of you, I knew you could take it both of them.â Heâs stretching you open and your eyes are blown wide.
âOhhhh!â Leaves your mouth as they both thrust inside of you, both holes clenching and unclenching around them. âOhh, god.â Messy sounds between the three of you and two bodies come to your sides, both placing your hands on their aching cocks. Your eyes are so heavy you canât tell who they are , but your hands move up and down regardless with their hips meeting every thrust you give them. An unfamiliar hand on your clit makes your back arch and you can hear laughing above you. âGojo.â Your voice slurs out, his cock coming close to your cervix and twitching inside of your tightness.Â
Rough fingers circle your clit again and you gasp, âPlease? Please?â You donât know what youâre begging for until both Gojo and Geto do hard thrusts inside of you, making your thighs almost squeeze together.
âYou like it here? Right here?â You canât tell whoâs speaking but Geto grinds his hips in circles, your bodies so close. The amount of wetness leaking out of you, makes you dizzy and now your tongue lolls out of your mouth before Geto kisses you hungrily massaging his tongue against your own, pulling back and spitting in your mouth, watching your throat swallow.Â
âOh you like being full huh? Fucking stuffedâŠâ Your voice is lost, you can only nod with a fucked out smile on your face. âReally gonna fill you up, sweetheart.â The softness of your insides squeezes them both and you can see Getoâs eyes close and you can imagine that Gojoâs is too when Geto throws his head back and both of their cum gushes into you.
âFuckâ fuck,â They say together, both slipping out a bit, panting. Cum splatters out of both your holes as your pussy and ass flexes, you whimper when they both finally slip. Your hands are still jerking the two other cocks as Gojo holds you tightly before one of the men grip your hair and shoves his cock into your mouth, completely to the hilt and your eyes water. You look up to see Nanamiâs blonde locks and his deep brown eyes looking at you, Tojiâs rubbing big circles on your clit and now squeezing one nipple with his other hand and Higurumaâs cock pulsing between your other hand.Â
âC'mon little love, pretty mouth needs to be soaked again, too.â You moan around him as he uses your throat, pulling you by your hair, groaning when he feels you swallow around him. Your eyes flutter close as you suck with your, pulling him out so that his cock can sit on your face while you catch your breath. You can feel Gojo hand your body to Toji and you feel empty for a second not realizing that Tojiâs leading you to a bed.Â
He lays you flat on your back and Nanami moves between your thighs, bending over your body.Â
âSome men like to see you touch yourself, I'm one of those men. Show me and Iâll reward you like the good little girl you are.â Nanami whispers right next to your ear. âThen Iâll help you, yeah? Would you like that?â You nod quickly and he moves back, sitting to watch.Â
âPlay with those pretty tits for daddy.â Your hands move faster than your brain and you reach for them, tugging at your nipples then squeezing them while you look at him. Your body is so overstimulated, you feel like youâre going to come any second. âDonât come until I say so.â He reaches over to slap your clit and your thrash up, wanting him to touch you more. He slaps your pussy again and a wet stream follows down your ass before pulling again to just watch.Â
You circle your nipples, looking at your breasts and tempted to reach down to please yourself. âLook at me⊠look at me while you touch yourself.â You whine and with eyes clouded with tears, you look at him. âTouch your pussy.â He looks directly at your pussy when it clenches around nothing but the air.Â
You circle your clit but you ache for his fingers; theyâre long and slender. Pressing deep into the bud with your middle and ring fingers, squishy gushing sounds while you work yourself up. Your fingers slipping inside briefly before you let out a frustrating sigh.
âPoor girl canât even finger herself correctly, want daddy to show you?â You look up at him and heâs replaced your fingers with his and heâs curling them together, your legs quaking as his fingers fucks more squirt out of you. âGotta get âem really deep to stretch this little cunt open.â He tells you, pushing against your g-spot a little, breathy moans leaving your mouth. Pulling his fingers out, he slips them into your mouth, twirling them around so that you can taste Gojo, Choso and yourself all on your tongue. âYour turn, put these fingers in deep.â He helps you put them in and curl them just like he did; he presses kisses to your lips and looks down at the puddle in the sheets.Â
Your eyes roll back and you canât breathe, he pulls back and looks at you. âYouâre so pretty like this, you know that? Prettiest girl ever, just for me to see.â But it wasnât just for him to see. You were putting on a show for all of them. Touching yourself and spreading your lips as their hungry eyes looked over your body.
He moves between your thighs and with a gentle tap to your clit, you both moan. You bite your lip, âDaddy, Iââ He ignores you, pushing himself through your soaked and wet lips. He slides up against your slit and you shiver. He gives you a wide smile and kisses your lips; licking against your tongue, shushing you. Pushing forward, he moves your legs up so that your knees are pressed against your chest, once he enters you, cum leaks into the sheet.Â
âThis is what you want right? To be mine forever, to be ours forever? You donât want to use your powers on anyone else⊠just meâ just us?â He asks, pushing his cock deeper watching your face morn into a pleasureful expression. His cock has a curve in it and with the angle he has you in, you can feel every inch as he rams into you; fucking you while his cock fucks down and deep inside of your slutty cunt; his balls hitting the rim of your ass the harder he goes.Â
Higuruma comes next to you and puts his cock in your mouth, not moving. Gathering spit in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around the head, teeth grazing him a bit and he seems to like it by the way he grips your hair. Choso stands on the other side of you and pushes your head his way, you let his hips thrust harshly and his balls slapping against your chin before Higuruma grabs your face and jerks off with your eyes on him; which Nanami doesnât like.Â
âKeep your eyes on me.â He grabs your face, his hips slamming against yours. âThey can do whatever they want but when I'm inside of you, you keep your eyes on me.â That makes your eyes snap to his and even with the cocks in your face or in your mouth, your eyes are locked on his. His hips lose rhythm, stuffing you and he mutters a âfuckâ, close to coming and you tighten your pussy to milk him dry. When he finally spills inside you get annoyed when you donât cum.Â
âTell us you want it. Say how bad you need it.â Nanami says, a smirk engraved on his face.
âI⊠I want it, I need it.â His hands slide up and down your thighs. âPlease let me cum. Itâs too much, I donât think I can take it.â You needed to cum badly, pushing your hips up to his again. He slips out before slipping back inside and doing that over and over again before he slides in deeper, hitting that special spot inside of you harder than Gojo did and you cream around him.Â
âThank you, soâhahâ so much, daddy.â Your pussy is flexing open and close as you stare at him, taking Chosoâs cock back into your mouth then switching to Higurumaâs and suckling on the head.Â
âSuch good manners for a slut, donât you think boys?â He says and you can hear the smiles on all of them as they agree and you feel giddy, almost satisfied.Â
Higuruma moves from your mouth and hurries to your pussy, not saying anything as he spreads the lips before diving inside, his tongue licking up every bit of everyone before him and his nose nudging against your clit, you pushed his head deeper, grabbing his hair and grinding your hips so that he nose can hit every nerve in your clit. âOhhh, sir, please just keep it right there.â Applying the pressure yourself and wiggling your hips, your legs stretched far and your brain turned to mush. âGonna come, so hard.â You gasp before your legs cramp up slightly when you push him impossibly deeper.Â
âHowâs she taste?â Toji asks, looking at your face as you groan and squirm.Â
âSo fucking sweetâŠâ he meets your eyes. âBetter than anything I ever had. Donât think anything could compare.â He nibbles on your clit. âIt tastes better than heaven.â That was your breaking point and what made you break, cumming hard and squealing as you did.Â
 Toji doesnât care about you cumming as he digs his face in and sighs at the taste.
Using his fingers to spread you open. âI see what you mean Higuruma, this fucking sweet nectar on my tongue,â Toji uses more of his nose and your hips grind more, trying to feel more of his nose on your clit.Â
Nanamiâs cock is in your face and your head is upside down on the bed; head on the edge as you lie back and his cock fills up your throat, your eyes closed. He watches and feels you swallow around him and he mutters out a small, âFuck, youâre killing me dollface,â when he can actually see himself, the outline of his cock inside of your pretty throat. He runs a finger up and down. He does a small squeeze to your throat as you suck, sloppily. But you wanted a bit more, the taste overwhelming your mouth making you move yourself to the edge of the bed, your nose on his pelvis and the small bush of his pelvic hair tickling your jaw. Even upside down, he could see the dazed look in your eyes, blown and bright as he slowly thrust his hips into your mouth. âThere she is, thereâs my girl.âÂ
You can hear Gojo laughing when he says, âSheâs so far gone, all she knows is that she loves this. Little brain doesnât work without a cock filling her up.â Agreements are heard all around and you feel so small, but Nanami rubs your head, scolding them with a stare.Â
You can feel the presence of Sukuna before you see him; all touch around you disappearing before he bullies his cock inside of you, saying nothing. He just stares at you, your body humming as he rocks inside of you. âYou like that? Gonna make a mess outta you.â He says, your mouth in a permanent âoâ shape, his heavy cock slamming down and filling your body up as the breath leaves your throat. âDirty, filthy slut. Arenât you, woman? All this cum inside of you and still want more, little pussy begging for it.â You clamp down on him and he hisses, still talking to you as he digs deeper inside of you â he probably has the thickest cock of them all, you can feel it in your throat. âYou like being paraded around and fucked like a whore, like youâre nothing, you dirty little girl.âÂ
Youâre nodding, gasping for air and nodding as he speaks down to you, getting wetter as he speaks to you. âMhm. Yes, Ohâ I do.â He has a devilish grin and he moves forward to bite your lip and then kisses you deep.Â
âJust needed a real man to dig this pussy out the right way, yeah? To stretch you out. They werenât doing it like me⊠câmon, I know youâre close. So sensitive and wet for me. This fucking pussyâs crying for me,â And he was right, it was. It was weeping and with every stroke, more wetness covered his cock, dropping and splattering underneath you both. He licks the tears that fall from your face and asks you, âYou like pleasing me? I can see it all over your face whenever I put my dick inside of you.â More tears fall and you can only nod your head at him, sobbing.Â
His pace gets faster and more rough, bending your knees so that they touch your ears and your thighs shake move than they have today, thin milk colored cream mixed with wetness and so much overflowing cum leaks out of you but he doesnât stop, just continues, slows down and then speeds up again. You canât keep up with him, just lying there as he fucks you; small soft moans still leaving your lips. He coos at you, kissing your forehead. âGonna fucking, cum inside my pussy, okay? This is my pussy.â He asserts his dominance over you and your body more than any of the others. With a strained moan, he fills you up; just another load inside of you that makes your eyes roll back and eventually they close.Â
âCome back to us babyâŠâ You hear murmurs around you, your body hot and flushed all over, your cunt and tits sore. your throat is scratchy. âI think she passed, right boys?â They chuckle and nod before Geto speaks again, âBut, letâs try again to make sure she really gets it.â
Just then, the door opens and you can hear a shocked gasp, everyone looks in that direction.Â
âHey, Kusakbe, wanna train to be a sinner today?â Your legs shook and you huffed, looking up at the man who just entered. He smirked at your vulnerable form.
âWellâŠWhat the hell, yeah.â He unbuttoned his pants. âReady for me, pretty?â
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FIREFLIES NEVER CAME ; SATORU GOJO
synopsis; your seat is close to the heater. thatâs the only reason gojo comes there to warm up.
word count; 4.2k
contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, teen!satoru, set in a canon au, mutual pining, fluff, a little bittersweet (melancholic winter vibes <3), introvert/extrovert, reader is antisocial and dense as a brick (black cat vibes :3), also kind of self-deprecating, satoru is very shoujo manga coded, just lots of puppy love!! feat. wingman!suguru <3
a/n; this wasnât meant to be a fic âŠâŠ it was gonna be really short and sweet âŠâŠâŠ (T_T) anyway i am very fond of this reader/character dynamic so i hope you enjoy reading abt my emotionally stunted kids 𫶠biggest mwah in the world dedicated to professor logan (@staryukis) for teaching me about physics so i could find a loophole in satoruâs infinity :3c all for the sake of lore-accurate (kinda) fluff <3
âwhat are you listening to?â
your seat is close to the heater.Â
it was nothing but a lucky draw, really. yaga-sensei was organizing the desks when you transferred, and so he gave you the first choice; one you had no trouble making, latching on to the chair in the very back, right by the window, right by the sole heater of the room. vital for surviving your chilly winter classes.Â
so there you sit. a warmth sneaks through your fuzzy socks, tends to your restless legs. your feet tap and tap, on the cold floorboards, in rhythm with your never-ending thoughts, spinning like a planet in orbit.
through the fogged-up, frosted glass of the window to your left, you observe the world. headphones covering your ears, safe and snug, muffling all noise. you watch as snow falls, wholly entranced, eyes stuck on the icy snowflakes descending from the wool-gray sky â blanketing the frostbitten landscape of the courtyard. itâs pretty, all those skeletal trees, glittering and gleaming like they have something to say. sometimes they look like stars.
â⊠hey. did you hear me?â
gojo is being particularly chatty, today.
out of the corner of your eye, you see him wave his hand right in front of your face. youâre almost certain he doesnât realize that itâs rude; he must be used to all eyes being on him, from the moment he speaks.
with a flutter of your lashes, you lift your weary head. meeting his gaze, the blurry shine of your own visage, reflected in his circle-frame glasses. a soft tilt of his head, and then his lips are twitching upwards, just barely, snowy strands gliding across his forehead and falling over his face. like an excited puppy.
âwhat are you listening to?â
you read the words off his lips, all sound muffled by your headphones. quick to lift one of your hands, pulling one one of the heavy ear cushions away â letting all white noise in the room flood your senses. the snarls of the wind outside, ieiriâs laughter, the scribbling of getoâs pen against paper.Â
itâs overwhelming, but a small price to pay. his voice is softer than usual, during moments like these; thereâs a pleasant lull to it.
gojo tips his head to the right, still awaiting your response. all you can do is stare, watching your own reflection, fingers gripping onto the edge of your desk. as if seeking to ground yourself.
with a spoonful of hesitance, you part your lips.
â⊠do you like music?â
the words seep out into the air, a softly exhaled breath. gojo watches you, silently, for just a moment.
then he gives you a shrug.
âi guess?â he hums, shifting his weight from one foot to another â hand slipping into the pocket of his uniform. âthatâs more suguruâs thing.â
ah.
your mouth forms around the syllable, as if responding, but not making any sound. gaze fleeing from his glasses, crumbling under their weight, straying towards the frosted window to your left. safe, familiar, rotting trees and twitching branches. snow just as pure as the boy in front of you.
silence overtakes you both, once more.Â
â... not gonna answer?â he asks, with another tilt of his head, absently rocking side to side as he lets out an exhale. âis it a secret, or something?â
(it is, you think. but you canât say it out loud.)
before you can part your lips again, the classroom door slides open â and you know itâs yaga-sensei just by the way his feet hit the floorboards, the decisive weight behind every step. you know even before heâs telling you to get back to your seats.Â
on cue, gojo stands up straighter, shooting you another glance. bright-eyed, easy-going, every star in the sky leaping out from the glimpse you get of his eyes when he angles his body. two blue pools, flecked with white, like frozen puddles in the street.Â
and then heâs strolling away.
gojo leaves, and you take off your headphones; stretching your legs underneath the desk. reaching for your ballpoint pencil, flipping open your textbook, and indulging in sleepy blinks, as yaga begins to drone on and on. you stifle a yawn with the sleeve of your blazer, resting your jaw on the heel of your palm. eyes inevitably straying towards a head of white hair.
but your name is called before you can get lost in your daydreams.Â
âpage 27, from the top.â
your chair scrapes against the floorboards, as you sluggishly stand up. holding onto your textbook, flipping the pages until you land on the correct passage. with shaky hands, not enough to notice, you read out loud; voice controlled, almost monotone. all you can think is that you feel his frost-clad eyes on you, from the row straight ahead.
but you continue to speak. you speak until you reach the end of the page, until youâre allowed to take your seat again, happy to feel the warmth of the heater radiate against your legs. itâs this warmth thatâs important, the most important thing of all.
without it, gojo wouldnât bother to stop by your desk.
nearly every recess, as soon as yaga leaves the classroom, heâs waltzing over â leaning against the wall, stretching his arms out, purring contentedly as heat spreads throughout his body. you think he must run cold. chatting with you, just to pass the time, just until your teacher comes back. just to warm up.
then heâs leaving, again.
thatâs all it is. a cold boy, and a heater by your desk â a conversation that otherwise wouldnât have occured. even the strongest is vulnerable to changes in temperature, you suppose.
if warmth is all that binds him to you, itâs bound to dwindle away.
(youâre sure heâll stop as soon as spring comes.)
the next day, gojo is nowhere to be seen. you saw yaga-sensei drag him out of the classroom this morning; something about a clan meeting, something you werenât paying attention to.
but now you wish you had.
(itâs quiet, without him around. eerily so.)
with nothing to lose, and nothing else to do â you push your chair away from your desk, and walk up to your classmate, a question on your mind.
â⊠music? are you looking for recommendations?â
you nod.Â
geto blinks. caught off guard, youâre sure, surprised that youâd approach him without any prior coaxing. heâs usually the one striking up a conversation with you, like a responsible class president, making sure the weird kid doesnât feel left out. youâre almost certain he doesnât realize that itâs patronizing.
âhmm... well, that depends.â he gives you a smile, soft around the edges. it never feels as genuine as gojoâs, but itâs calming. âwhat kind of music do you usually listen to?â
âŠ
you glance down at the floor. bundling up the cuffs of your uniform, fingers clawing softly at the fabric, bottom lip trapped between two sets of teeth.
â⊠what kind of music does gojo like?â
silence. your words are barely spoken, just above a whisper, just like always, but geto picks up on them anyway. you can tell he does, can feel the weight of his keen eyes on your face. analytical.
then he parts his lips.
â⊠ohhh.â a low hum, ripe with meaning, buzzing at the bottom of his throat. the corners of his lips quirk up into a knowing smile. âi see.â
heat rushes to your cheeks, blossoms under your skin. if he notices, heâs even more composed than you thought he was, because he doesnât mention it. only continues to speak, in that soothing voice, crossing his arms in silent thought.
âhmmâŠâ you follow his gaze, out towards the window, the same webs of frost as always. itâs not snowing, but you still canât see the blue of the sky. âiâve never seen him listen to music before, so i wouldnât know.â
you canât help but deflate, at that.
geto only smiles. exhaling, through his nose, mildly humoured â though heâs good at hiding his amusement. â⊠what do you think that means?â
a blink. your lashes flutter, as you gaze up at him.Â
â⊠huh?â
âsatoru doesnât listen to music, but he wants to know what youâre listening to.â he says the words almost coachingly, like heâs listing off a string of numbers. you realize he must have been listening in on your conversation, but it doesnât bother you nearly as much as his tone. âwhat do you think that means?â
âŠ
(you havenât got a clue.)
geto lets out a chuckle, laced with mirth, no longer trying to hide it. paired with a soft shake of his head, a crinkle to the corners of his eyes. âwhy do you want to know about his taste in music, then?â
(⊠thatâs a good question.)
he seems to notice your hesitance, your apprehension, the way your teeth seek to trap your bottom lip; always the victim of your muddled mind. you know the answer, of course you do â but it isnât something you want others knowing.Â
thankfully, geto breaks the silence for you.
âi donât think you need to try so hard, when it comes to him.â his voice is soft, almost sincere, something warmer than usual. glancing away when you meet his eyes. â⊠he isnât worth the effort, anyway.â
but thatâs where heâs wrong.
satoru gojo is a special case. a special person. in the orbit of your life, thereâs no star youâd rather keep â no one quite as ripe with colour.Â
geto couldnât possibly understand, because gojo is always with him â always orbiting around him. he always will, until you graduate, probably even beyond that. geto has him. theyâre the strongest, a pair, always matching their steps to one another. but you only have these quiet days, these chilly classes in between never-ending missions â and thatâs all.
when the frost outside the window thaws, gojo will surely stop visiting your desk. your lonely little world.Â
thatâs exactly why â you need to find a song. if you just teach him about something wonderful enough, if you can give him something other than warmthâŠ
(⊠maybe heâll stay with you even after spring comes.)
ânext time, why donât you say whatâs on your mind?âÂ
getoâs suggestion breaks you out of your thoughts. when you raise your head, to meet the warm pools of amber in his eyes, he gives you a smile. thereâs nothing patronizing about the way heâs looking at you now â if anything, you think it may even be slightly fond, but you can never tell what heâs actually feeling. heâs frightening, like that, always a mirror to whatever situation he finds himself in. a chameleon, tilting his head at you.
⊠though you canât help but fall victim to the kindness in his eyes. the velveteen purr of his voice.
âiâm sure heâll appreciate that.â
a nervous pit opens up in your chest, an empty space that gnaws incessantly at your heart. will he?, you want to ask, but it feels like the words are made out of lead. you canât get them out of your throat.
â⊠okay,â is all you end up whispering, a soft lull of your tongue. âiâll try⊠thank you.â
geto rewards you with a full smile.
âdonât mention it.â
spring is closer than you thought.
itâs all you can think, when you step onto the pavement, when you feel the morning air gnaw at your frostbitten cheeks. itâs freezing, itâs winter, but the signs of changing seasons are still there â a lonesome snowdrop, the crackle of an icy puddle beneath your feet. the frost is beginning to thaw.Â
in a month or so, spring will be here â thereâs no stopping it.
âdid you bring your card?â
your headphones rest around your neck, allowing you to listen in on your classmates' conversation. all four of you are together, for once, all first-years, walking towards the nearest konbini â at gojoâs insistence.Â
itâs been a week since you had that talk with geto, but you still havenât made any progress with him.
âhuh? was i supposed to?â
â⊠are you kidding me?â
you glance up at the pair. always walking just a little bit ahead, their tall statures obscuring the view in front of you; shoko lags behind, with lazy steps, a trail of tobacco drifting out into the crispy air. all while snowflakes fall from the sky, gently, landing in your hair, on your shoulders, melting on the inside of your palm when you hold it out to catch them. watching as they turn into droplets of water, slip through the gaps between your fingers.Â
someone taps your shoulder.
geto has snowflakes stuck in his hair. theyâre melting, in the strands of ink-black framing his face, matching the colour of the thick polo jacket heâs wearing. a bright red scarf is tied around his throat, and thereâs a weighty look in his eyes â something telling.
a silent cue.
he falls back, slowly but surely, into ieiriâs lazy pace. not before murmuring something unintelligible to gojo, and shooting you a wink â one that makes you frown, confused, a low heat blooming at the base of your spine and crawling up your neck.
and then you realize what heâs done.
gojo is looking right at you, through the black glass of his specs. only wearing a baseball jacket, no gloves or scarves to keep him warm, despite the harsh bite of the open air. for a guy who runs cold, he must not put much thought into his clothing.Â
more importantlyâŠ
itâs just the two of you, now.
you blink at him, silent as a mouse. it only takes a moment for him to start moving, for you to follow, taking your place beside him while staring right ahead. if heâs bothered by geto slinking away, he doesnât show it â only continues to walk.
â⊠thatâs so unfair.â
gojoâs voice breaks the silence. you turn your head to gaze at him, the way his lips wrap around the vowels, haphazardly hanging onto every word he speaks.
âjust âcause i have clan money,â he kicks at a pebble on the side of the road, wisps of white hair swaying with a shake of his head, âsuguru thinks i should pay for our snacks. isnât that unfair?â
you hesitate. then you nod along, absently.
he seems to take that as a yes, because it makes him brighten â as if gleaming with your approval, standing a little straighter, puffing out his chest with an exhale that turns into white smoke.
âright? they only give it to me because they want me to come back to kyoto, anywayâŠâ he trails off, holding the tip of his tongue between his lips. â⊠not that it matters. anyway, i just think heâs oppressive.â
â⊠mm.â
from this angle, you can see a sliver of his eyes. can see the way he steals a glance at you, without even turning his head â hands slipping into his pockets. thereâs a moment of silence, until heâs parting his lips again.Â
â⊠i can buy some for you, though.âÂ
(you barely pick up on the words, spoken almost in a whisper â as if an afterthought.)
he clears his throat.
â⊠if you donât have the money, i mean.â
you canât help but blink, at that â lashes fluttering in rapid succession, wondering if you heard him correctly. he doesnât seem keen on elaborating, though. walking on, ignoring all snowflakes descending from the sky, eager to nuzzle in between his locks. his infinity keeps them out.Â
â⊠why?â
itâs all you can say. all you can verbalize.
(in a story like this, why would the brightest star of all orbit around someone like you?)
gojo gives you another glance. his iris cuts into your skin, observes you on what youâre sure must be a molecular level. he lets silence linger, for a moment, tipping his head back to look up at the sky.
gray, and more gray. flecks of white. youâd see the same thing he does.Â
âhmmâŠâ he lets out a breath, head falling forward again, snowy strands ghosting against the skin of his forehead. âletâs call it a trade.â
another series of blinks.Â
gojo turns towards you, then â a fresh grin blooming on his lips. white teeth, pink gums. it makes him look boyish, innocent, just another city boy with too much time on his hands.
âi buy you snacks â and you tell me what music youâre always listening to.â he bends his body forward, tilts his head at the same time, all lanky and charming, like a big cat. âdeal?â
you stay silent.
heâs looking at your headphones, still left neglected around your neck. your gaze falls down to the icy concrete, the thin layer of frost, waiting to be melted by the first sunrays of spring. whenever that will be.Â
geto and shoko are still behind you â you can hear their low, muffled chatter, smell the remnants of tobacco in the air. and you swear you can practically hear getoâs words, echoing through your head.
(why do you think that is?)
gojo is still looking at you. expectantly, lips curled up into a lazy smile. heâs waiting, you know he is, and you also know he isnât very good at that. you know a lot of things â what you donât know is what to say. you donât know if you can believe in whatever geto was insinuating, donât know if you can grapple with your own longing to do so.Â
(next time, why donât you say whatâs on your mind?)
geto doesnât get it. he doesnât know what your feelings towards gojo truly look like. doesnât know that whatâs on your mind when heâs around is always something horrifically embarrassing. something like, i want to know more about you, or maybe i wish i could tell you more about me. something awfully cheesy, like â iâm jealous of how bright you shine, but i canât help but like you anyway.Â
if i become your friend, would it be okay to say i understand your loneliness? that i notice it, even just by a fraction?
would that be okay with you?
(words that should be left unspoken.)
â⊠well, itâs not like you have to.â gojo exhales, again, the words a heavy weight seeping past his throat. his shoulders slump, as he turns forward, fingers trailing up to scratch at the back of his neck.Â
all you can think is that heâs getting ready to leave. that nothing will change, at this rate, that spring will wash winter away. that geto should be more direct with his advice, and that if itâs not the music itself that gojo is interested in knowing more about, then surely â
â â i donât listen to anything.â
gojo stills. the words have flown past your lips before you can reach out and grasp them, slicing through the open air.
he spins around, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose at the sudden motion, exposing his widened eyes. those white lashes, fluttering softly, like a pair of doves eager to get above ground. you grip onto the insides of your pockets, warm and cozy against your freezing hands â it grounds you, keeps you tethered down to earth, down to him.Â
âmusic,â you continue, sputtering slightly, as if your lungs donât quite know how to work under pressure. winter air seeps into your windpipe, cuts the skin there. âi donât listen to music.â
you lift your hands, fingers curling around the soft earmuffs wrapped around your neck, hesitantly meeting gojoâs gaze â an overlapping sequence, blanketing his view. then youâre gazing down.Â
âitâs just⊠comforting,â you try to explain, speaking softly. âto wear them. white noise.. tires me out, soâŠâ
the sentence trails off, unfinished. you feel silly. silly for saying anything at all, for building it up so much. silly for being the way that you are.
but when you look up at gojo, heâs brightened like a star.
white teeth, pink gums, that breathtakingly boyish grin. his blue eyes gleam with colour, almost spilling over the corners, like watercolour paint on a too-small canvas. he tilts his head, looking at you carefully, as if truly seeing you for the first time; absently swaying side to side.Â
if he had a tail, youâre sure itâd be wagging. Â
âi see!â
a silent breath spills into the air. your lips part, but no sound comes out, only vapour; heart pumping blood through your writhing veins, warming you up from the inside, a co-conspirator to the heat blooming in your cheeks. gojo continues to speak.
âi guess that counts,â he nods, crossing his arms with a satisfied hum. âalright. iâll get you any snacks you want! you can be greedy, itâs okay.â
a murmur of thanks escapes you, although youâd like to tell him thereâs no need. something tells you denying him this would be like taking another step backwards, in this budding connection between you.
(⊠if you can even call it that.)
geto and ieiri catch up to your unmoving figures, finally, and only then does gojo spin on his heel and pick up his previous pace. calling back to you over his shoulder, a smile you canât see but still hear.
âjust donât give any of it to those two, yeah?â
âcheapskate,â ieiri calls back, lone cigarette hanging between her lips. geto lets out something like a chuckle, his shoulder brushing up against yours.
you watch gojoâs back as he moves forward. unbothered, untethered. you think of him a snowflake in the breeze.
spring is almost here, now. itâs a bittersweet feeling, to know your conversations during recess will surely dwindle out â but at least youâll have had this. one normal conversation, the knowledge that he was curious about you, even if you may just be the classmate by the heater in his eyes.
youâre too cold to keep him warm all on your own, so thereâs no helping it. youâre willing to accept that some stars only show from the surface during winter.Â
youâre willing to accept this. it aches, a little, but youâll be okay.Â
âiâll take it things went well, then?â
geto is wearing his signature smile, when you look up at him. an expression of carefully concealed composure, lips curled up, but a knowing look in his eyes â something that borders on teasing.
you give him a nod, a bow of your head, to silently convey your appreciation. chameleon or not, you donât really mind his ways. itâs hard to fake the warmth in his voice, when he speaks.
âiâm glad.â
the two of you watch gojoâs back, like birds gazing out at a body of water. silence lingers.
âwonât that moron get cold?â
ieiriâs voice cuts through the mold of your mind, low and gravelly, right beside you. sheâs pointing towards gojo â the flimsy jacket heâs wearing.Â
youâre wondering the same thing.
geto casts her a glance over your head, before gazing down at you, seemingly noticing your curiosity. he lets out a low hum; reaching a hand out to brush away the snowflakes on his shoulders.Â
âtemperature,â he begins, slipping his hands into his pockets; that familiar coaching tone to his voice, purposefully slow. âis just a measure of atoms in rapid motion.â
you tilt your head, in tandem with ieiri â looking to your classmate for further elaboration. he seems to enjoy your confusion, lips curling up just a bit. gojo calls out to you, in the distance, waving both his hands, and geto returns it with a wave of his own.
an amber eye flicks towards you, an explanation on his tongue. âhis infinity can regulate that motion.â
⊠another tilt of your head.
geto lets out an amused breath. it scatters out into the air, a cloud of smoke, almost a chuckle.
âbasicallyâŠâ he sighs. âhe does just fine, in the cold. donât worry about it. heâll keep himself warm.â
ieiri mutters something, beneath her breath, something like you could have just said no, but you donât really hear it. you think your heart must have climbed up, somehow; got caught in your windpipe.Â
ah.
gojo can keep himself warm.
the thought spins inside your mind, over and over, a realization that makes your inner palms feel clammy. stupid, silly, this pitter-patter of your heartbeat. but what else could it mean? if the cold doesnât bother him, if he doesnât run cold, thenâŠ
(he wouldnât need it. he wouldnât need it here, wouldnât need it during recess, within the chilly walls of your classroom. he wouldnât need it to stay warm.
gojo isnât after your heater. if thatâs true, thenâŠ)
âŠ
you bury your nose in the soft wool of your scarf. breathing in the fading scent, vanilla and cinnamon, grounding you to earth, lingering in your nostrils. distracting you from the rush of warmth, that blooms in the frostbitten apples of your cheeks.Â
as if sensing your thoughts, or maybe just noticing your embarrassed expression, geto laughs â soft and breathy, shoulders shaking to your left. you hear it, only nuzzling deeper into the comfort of your scarf. feeling your heartbeat spin out of orbit.
in the distance, gojo continues to wave, yelling out something unintelligible. you could mistake him for a star.
spring is almost here, now. in just a month or so, itâll be at your doorstep â waltzing right in.Â
(but you arenât worried.)
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x you#gojo fluff#jjk fluff
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nerd! konig who gets partnered with the class bimbo, and she doesnât want to do any of the work. she gives him a pussy job so he can do all the work for her
he ends up begging her to let him put in the tipâŠbut nerd!konig gets carried away by the warmth of her wet cunt that he rams his fat cock in her poor tight hole:( he would get all pussy drunk and not even bother pulling outâŠ
seriously, you shouldnât have expected any of it to be enough for him. your plan was to make him cum by rubbing your wet pussy along his neglected cock in return for a good grade on whatâs probably the most important assignment of the semester; a favor for a favor. but you felt bad for him, letting him convince you with glossy eyes that the tip would satisfy him, that he wouldnât bother you again after that. you were flattered, even, believing him when he said his dick hurts so much, it just needs to be inside you.
the feeling of your tight, gummy entrance clinging to the tip of his cock like it doesnât want him to leave is addicting, and his craving to have more of you is almost instant. he tries, he really does, his hands shaky and breathing heavy as he fucks the head of his meaty dick in and out of your tiny hole. the squelching sounds coming from your sloppy cunt make him lightheaded, his pre oozing inside of you until youâre all messy with both of your juices. he loses all composure, burying into you to the hilt, his heavy balls smacking against your stretched out cunt. you gasp in surprise at the sudden fullness, and heâs spewing out broken apologies and curses through whimpers and grunts. he lifts you by your ass to pull you closer, humping into your tight, warm heat.
heâs all cross-eyed and dumb, glasses fogging up. your warnings to pull out are ignored. in fact, the thought of pumping his load into abused your cervix is intoxicating, and eventually sends him over the edge. he hides his face in the crook of your neck out of embarrassment, groaning long and high-pitched into your ear. he doesnât stop cumming for a while, fucking it deep inside of you. heâs pent up from the many nights heâs spent dreaming about this, how many times youâve left his dick sore and aching from the slightest touches. when he finally pulls out from overstimulation, none of his cum follows, all stuffed inside you. and thatâs enough to instantly make him hard all over again.
you better get a good grade after this.
#bella writesâ ËïœĄâàšà§Ë#konig cod#könig x fem!reader#konig x reader#konig call of duty#konig x you#könig cod#könig x reader#konig smut#konig x y/n#könig call of duty#könig fanfiction#könig x you#könig smut#könig mw2#könig x y/n#könig#konig#nerd!könig
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â desc: studying is always best when you're getting your pussy played with <3
â ft: nanami
â a/n: for all of my loves approaching finals week, hope this helps <3
â includes: fingering, pussy slaps, choking, overstimulation
âFocus for me, sweetheart.â
Nanamiâs calloused fingertips hovering just slightly over your soaked cunt was the only thing your clouded brain could focus on. Sitting with your back against his chest, legs spread and notebook in hand, he wasnât referring to you to focus on him. No, he wants you to try your hardest to absorb as much information from that notebook as you could. With your finals coming up, itâs incredibly important to make sure youâre effectively studying in order to get the best grade possible. Nanami thinks that your education is important, and he will do everything he can to make sure that you pass all of your classes.
âYouâre always so wet for me.â Nanami mutters to himself, always in awe by how beautiful you look all spread out for him. âGo ahead, read the next paragraph honey.â Your eyes search on the white page for what you read last, finding your place before reading out loud.
âThis n-next section illustrates -fuck- the essentials forâŠâ You trail off, brain fogged over at the feeling of him finally making contact with your throbbing clit. He circles around it slowly before applying just the right amount of pleasure, causing you to throw your head back onto his chest. His fingers leave your body just as fast as they got there, making you groan in frustration.
âKento, I canât do this anymore. Please just touch me already.â Youâre growing increasingly frustrated at this point. Fuck your exam, you just want him inside of you. Nanami has other plans, however, shaking his head no at your request.
âYou know I canât do that, love. This test is more important than whatever this pretty little pussy of yours wants.â Nanami gives your cunt two quick slaps, making you jump in surprise at the sudden contact. âFinish reading this page and Iâll reward you, come on.â You could feel Nanamiâs warm breath tickling your ear as his fingers made their way back, teasing you so much that itâs driving you insane. Youâre growing more and more desperate by the second, hands shaking in anticipation as you continue reading. The further you get down the page, the more Nanami is willing to give you.Â
â...and with that, c-concludes the end of this chapter.â As soon as you get that last sentence out, Nanami plunges two thick fingers into you, curving them ever so slightly to hit that gummy spot that causes you to cry out in delight. Youâre gripping his biceps with so much force, trying anything to keep you grounded as he shows you no mercy. Heâs putting his forearm to work, tiring his wrist out to push in and out of you as his other hand grips your neck to push your head back against his chest. The eye contact is so intense, hand wrapping around your throat making you clench around his fingers.
âSo greedy.â Nanami chuckles, watching the way your eyes flutter closed in your pathetic attempts to keep them open. âGonna cum all over my fingers? Câmon baby, let it all out for me.â Nanamiâs words made your heart pound even harder, legs shaking as that feeling deep in your tummy starts to overwhelm you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, thighs closing around his hand as you gush all over him. He groans at the sight, fingers slowing down inside of you as he works you through your high. He kisses all over the side of your face and neck, each touch of his lips feeling like sparks of electricity over your skin. Sensing that youâre finally coming back down, his fingers make slow movements inside once more. You whimper at the feeling, pleasure coursing through your veins once more.Â
âToo much, Kento!â You cry out, hands gripping his wrist in a weak attempt to pry his large hand away from your warmth. He doesnât move an inch, instead adjusting the hand on his neck to slowly move down over your collarbones, fingers twisting over one of your nipples.
âIâm sure you could take it. Youâve been such a good girl for me, let me give you a treat for all of your hard work.â
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Whoopsie - Theo Nott x clumsy!reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Fluff + slight angst
Description: You can't help your clumsiness, but when you land with a bruise on your face, you're reminded that your boyfriend Theo really hates to see you hurt.
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The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridors of the Slytherin dungeons, each step clumsy and uneven. You werenât exactly the most graceful of creatures, but today had reached new heights of disaster. It was one of those days when the universe seemed to be playing tricks on youâmaking every doorframe, stair step, and corridor seem like an obstacle course designed specifically for you to fail.
And fail, you did.
It had started innocently enough. You had forgotten your Charms textbook in the dormitory, and in your haste to retrieve it before your next class. The last thing you needed was detention from McGonagall for being late or forgetting your book, and you were sprinting down the corridor. Too fast, too distracted, andâ
BAM.
Your face met the hard, unyielding brass of the doorknob. Pain radiated through your skull, and you stumbled back, clutching your nose. "Ow, ow, ow," you hissed under your breath, blinking back the sudden tears that sprang to your eyes.
By the time you had made it to the mirror in the girlsâ bathroom, a glorious bruise was already blossoming across your cheekbone and the area around your eye, swelling quickly and turning an alarming shade of purple. You groaned. Great. How were you going to explain this to anyone? Even worse, how the hell are you going to explain this to Theo?
You decided to skip class altogether and carefully make your way to Madam Pomfrey.
You managed to slip into the common room unnoticed at first, pulling your hood up in a futile attempt to hide the evidence of your clumsiness. But, of course, it didnât take long for someone to notice. It was Theo, he always noticed everything about you, no matter how much you tried to downplay it.
âBaby, why werenât you in class, Enzo ended up taking the seat I saved for you and Merlin he chewed my ear off about Quidditch being fixed last Saturday,â he rambled on.
Donât reply, donât look up, you thought to yourself. It was impossible; this was happening right now.
âWhat the hell happened to you?â he asked, voice low and alarmed as he crossed the room in quick strides, his hand gently lifting your chin. You felt the warmth of his fingertips against your skin, but his expression was anything but warm. His brow furrowed in concern, soft brown eyes locking on the bruise that marred your face.
"Iâm fine!" you blurted, though the words came out far too high-pitched to be convincing. You tried to pull away, but Theo wasnât having it. His grip on your chin tightened ever so slightly, his thumb brushing against the edge of the bruise with a gentleness that made your chest tighten.
âWho hurt you?â His voice was low, barely more than a whisper, but the intensity in his tone made your stomach flip. His eyes searched yours, dark and stormy. Theo wasnât the type to raise his voice in anger. No, his was the kind of quiet fury that built up slowly, seeping into the air like a cold, creeping fog.
"I did," you confessed, trying to laugh it off, but the tension in the room was suffocating. You could feel his anger brewing, and you knew what was coming next.
âIâm fucking serious, donât lie to me!â Theo snapped, taking a step back as if putting some distance between the two of you would help him calm down. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he began pacing, his jaw tight. âThereâs no way you did that to yourself.â
âI did!â you repeated, trying to sound more convincing this time. Rubbing your hand quickly against your bruise. Not a good idea, as you instinctively winced at the touch. âI ran into a door. A doorknob, to be exact. Itâs not that serious, Theo,â you try convincing.
Theo froze mid-step, staring at you like you had just said something utterly ridiculous. Which, to be fair, you probably had.
âA doorknob?â he repeated slowly, his eyes narrowing as if he was waiting for you to take it back, like it was some kind of joke. But when you just nodded, Theo let out a long, frustrated breath, running a hand through his hair. He shook his head as though he couldnât believe what he was hearing. âYouâre telling me⊠you smashed your face into a doorknob?â
âYes,â you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat with embarrassment. God, you wished the ground would swallow you whole.
âIt's embarrassing already, alright? Leave me alone,â you huff.
Theo stared at you for a long moment, as if trying to decide whether or not to believe you. Eventually, he sighed and dragged a hand down his face, turning away abruptly. âUnbelievable,â he muttered under his breath before storming off, leaving you standing there with a gnawing pit in your stomach.
Theo didnât go far. He was in the common room, pacing like a caged animal, still visibly agitated. His eyes flickered over the other Slytherins lounging nearby, most of whom had noticed his outburst but said nothing. That didnât last long.
âOi, whatâs got you in a twist, Nott?â Blaise called from the couch, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. Beside him, Draco looked equally intrigued, lounging back with his arms crossed.
Theo glared at them but didnât answer. Instead, he turned to look at you again, his jaw still set in that hard, unyielding way. The others followed his gaze, and it wasnât long before the topic of conversation turned toward your rapidly bruising face.
âWha- what the hell happened to her eye?â Blaise was the first to ask, looking genuinely confused as he gestured toward you.
âShe said she ran into a door,â Theo growled, clearly still not convinced.
Draco, who had been staring at you with a mixture of concern and amusement, furrowed his brows. âWait, what happened to whoâs ey-?â
Before he could finish his question, Mattheo, who had just entered the common room, cut in with a dramatic, âHoly shit! What happened to your eye?â His tone was a mix of shock and humour, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of your injury.
You could feel everyoneâs eyes on you now. Heat rushed to your face as you tried to explain yourself once again. âI fell,â you say quickly, raising your hands in a placating gesture, as if that would make everyone drop it and move on.
But of course, they didnât.
Mattheo raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âYou fell? Into what, a troll?â
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. âI ran into a doorknob, okay? I wasnât paying attention, and it just⊠happened.â
Blaise let out a low whistle, his smirk widening. âYou really need to work on your coordination, love.â
You rolled your eyes, though the action hurt more than you expected, causing you to wince. Theo, noticing the movement, shot Blaise a glare that could have frozen over the entire Black Lake. âItâs not funny, Zabini.â
âHey, Iâm just sayingâŠâ Blaise shrugged, holding up his hands in mock defence. âYou know, we could get you a helmet or something, just to be safe.â
"We should wrap you in bubble wrap", Pansy joins in laughing
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. âIâm fine, really.â
But the conversation was far from over. Despite your protests, the teasing continuedâthough most of it was good-natured. Still, you couldnât shake the feeling of Theoâs eyes on you, watching every movement, every wince. He hadnât said much since his initial outburst, but you could feel his worry like a tangible weight in the air.
Eventually, the others got bored of the topic, and the common room returned to its usual low buzz of chatter. You took a deep breath, thankful for the reprieve, but when you glanced toward Theo, you saw that he was still tense, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he watched you.
âIâm going for a smoke,â he stated as he stormed out of the common room. Well, weâve done it, stressed him to the point of smoking. You thought heâll be back soon, sinking deeper into the couch.
Later that night, when everyone had dispersed to their dorms, Theo found you sitting by the fire, absentmindedly poking at the flames with a poker. He sat down beside you without a word, the warmth of his presence instantly comforting. For a while, neither of you spoke, the crackling of the fire filling the silence between you.
Finally, Theo broke the quiet, his voice low and careful. âYou really need to be more careful.â
You looked at him, your heart giving a small, traitorous flutter at the concern etched into his features. âI know.â
He sighed, running a hand through his hair again. âI hate seeing you hurt.â
There was something in his voice that made your chest tighten. You smiled softly, nudging him with your shoulder. âItâs not that serious, Theo. It was just a stupid accident.â
He didnât respond right away, his gaze fixed on the fire. Then, after what felt like forever, he turned to look at you, his expression softening. âPromise me youâll be more careful next time.â
You chuckled, leaning your head against his shoulder. âI promise.â
Theo wrapped an arm around you, pulling you
closer. âGood. Because I donât think I could handle seeing you like that again, seriously.â
You gently kiss him, as you make your way towards his dorm, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, everything seeming good again.
That is until you tumble over your own feet, almost meeting the floor, but this time, Theo was there, tightening his grip on you, catching you before disaster could strike for the second time today.
You laugh as he stares at you, eyes widening. He cannot believe you actually fall over your own feet. He softens with a deep sigh.
âWhat am I going to do with you, my clumsy girl?â he laughs himself, kissing your head.
Author note: um like 4 theo fics posted in the last 24 hours.... getting that grind LMFAO
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Overworked
Pairing: Pro Hero! Katsuki Bakugou x Stressed! Reader
Summary: Life is shit and Katsuki finds out you lied to him about taking care of yourself.
And you know what happens when you lie to Katsuki.
I wrote this for my friend @elarakive, she's been going through it so please give her some love y'all.
WC: 16,709
On with the show!!~
âI shouldâve become a stripper in Miami.â
You staggered into your apartment, your body and mind exhausted from the endless cycle of school and work. The clock ticked mercilessly as you rushed to grab your work bag and change. Your commute home took about 20 minutes today, and there was barely enough time to catch your breath, let alone eat.
Sighing, you kicked off your shoes quickly before rushing into your small, cluttered room, your shoulders heavy with the weight of responsibility. The relentless cycle of school and work had left you in a mental fog, and the ticking clock seemed to mock your frantic rush. You had barely an hour to spare before your next shift, and the minutes slipped through your fingers like sand.
With trembling hands, you fumbled through your work bag, grabbing the essentials as you hurriedly changed into your work uniform. The sight of your reflection in the hallway mirror was a stark reminder of how far gone you wereâdark circles under your eyes, hair a disheveled mess, and a look of defeat that you couldnât quite hide.Â
âFuck it, we ball with the consealer today.â
Rushing to the bathroom, you hurriedly adjusted your makeup in the bathroom mirror, the smudged eyeliner and messy foundation reflecting the chaos of your life. Every moment felt like a race against time as you dabbed concealer under your eyes, trying to mask the fatigue that had become your constant companion.Â
You had to look good while in class. You have to look good at work so you can make those big bucks to pay for things that ultimately make you feel sick everytime you think about it. Like your rent, the car, the utilities, tuition payments, groceries, laundry supplies, toiletpaper, pads/tampons. Also Tynolonal because your little dehydrated ass kept getting migraines that you ironically didnât take because you still wanted a working liver.Â
In the midst of your chaotic routine, your phone buzzed with a notification: an unexpected double shift for the week. Your heart sank as you read the message. When you finally got a weekend off, it was swallowed up by studying, cleaning, and chores. Sleep was becoming a rare luxury, and your mental fog seemed to thicken with each passing day.
At work, the pressure has been relentless. Your manager's latest demand to pull full shifts this week felt like the last straw. As you stared at your schedule, the weight of it all crashed down on you. You wanted to cry, but you couldn't afford to break downânot with your job hanging in the balance. The only time you had to eat was during your brief lunch break at work, which you barely managed to find time for.
It felt like there was no end to the mounting responsibilities, and the weekend youâd managed to carve out for yourself was swallowed up by endless studying, chores, and barely enough sleep to keep you functional.
In the cramped kitchen, you grabbed a quick bite, your meal consisting of whatever was quickest to prepare. (A literal slice of bread.) The clock continued its relentless ticking, and you knew you were cutting it close. The idea of collapsing into bed, even for just a moment, was a sinfully tempting dream.
As you raced to gather your things, your mind was a jumble of deadlines and schedules. You barely noticed when your cell rang with its familiar âKiss me through the phone!â ringtone to indicate that your boyfriend was calling.Â
âđ„° đ€Ź Kat-Suki đ©·đ§Ą  is callingâŠ..â
Heart fluttering, you nearly dropped the concealer wand on your blank uniform polo to snatch your phone off the counter and hit answer.Â
âDamn it, whatâs going on with you?â Katsukiâs voice cut through the haze of your stress, his usual bravado softened by genuine worry as the video connected.Â
âYou look like youâre about to drop.â
You paused, caught off guard by his sudden appearance and the intensity of his gaze. âJust⊠busy,â you managed to say, trying to muster a weak smile. âIâve got a lot on my plate.â
Katsukiâs eyes narrowed, his expression growing more serious. âThis ainât just busy. Youâre running yourself ragged. What the hell are ya doing to yourself?â
With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed the phone and tucked it into the front of your bra, the slight pressure reminding you that you needed to hurry. Balancing your phone precariously, you snatched up your work bag and keys, your hands clumsy with the rush. Your fingers were already cold from the constant running around, and you fought the urge to drop everything as you made your way to the car.
The engine roared to life as you slid into the driverâs seat and connected your phone to the Bluetooth system. Katsukiâs voice crackled through the speakers, a gruff but familiar comfort amidst the car noises.Â
âHey, you there?â
âYeah, yeah, Iâm here,â you replied, blowing a raspberry into the phone. The sound was a mix of frustration and exhaustion, and you could almost hear Katsukiâs brow raise as he responded.
âYou sound outta breath. Whatâs the deal?â
You chuckled softly, though it was more of a tired exhale. âJust the usual,â you said, your eyes darting between the road and the clock on the dashboard. âRunning late, trying to get everything done. Itâs been a mess.â
Katsukiâs voice grew more insistent. âAre ya eating properly? Getting enough sleep? You know, ya need to take care of yourself.â
You huffed, trying to focus on the road while keeping up with the conversation. âIâm eating, sleep is a luxury right now. Iâm managing, Katsuki.â
His voice softened, though it still carried an edge of concern. âThatâs not an answer, you know. You sound like youâre pushing yourself too hard. I donât want you burning out.â
You adjusted the carâs air conditioning, the cool breeze a slight relief against the heat of your exhaustion. âIâm fine. Just got a lot on my plate. You know how it is.â
âWell, if you say so,â Katsuki said, though the worry in his tone was evident. âJust make sure youâre not running on empty. I want to see you in one piece when I get back.â
The call ended as you pulled into the parking lot of your workplace. You felt a pang of guilt but pushed it aside as you grabbed your work bag and keys, the day ahead looming large.
âIâm in the parking lot. So Iâll call you when I get out, okay?â
â âS fine with me.â
âK, bye.â
You blew a smooch into the phone and quickly hung up before you could cry. Itâs not like you wanted to lie to Katsuki. Your boyfriend was THE human lie detector and hated liars. But you also didnât want to worry him while he was out on missions. But alas, those were all thoughts for later as you gently turned off the car and put your game face on before getting out the car and making your way towards the building.Â
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Your shift at work was as rough as youâd anticipated. Your manager was insistent about you picking up extra hours, their voice rising in frustration over minor issues. Customers were grumpy, complaints frequent, and the constant flow of tasks left you feeling drained.Â
The office felt like a maze of gray cubicles and muted tones, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing softly overhead. As you sat at your desk, the familiar clutter of technical documents and graphic layouts surrounded you. The scent of strong coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of printer ink. You rubbed your eyes, a sigh escaping your lips as you pushed through another round of proofreading.
Just then, your phone buzzed, and you fumbled to pull it from your drawer, glancing at the screen to see a message from Masha in HR. It was a reminder about the formal complaint you needed to submit to get your overdue salary processed. You frowned, the weight of the situation settling heavily on your shoulders.
âAnother thing to deal with,â you muttered, tapping out a quick response before setting the phone aside. Your fingers flew over the keyboard, drafting the formal complaint with a precision that belied your growing exhaustion. Every keystroke felt like an effort, each sentence a struggle to convey the frustration and urgency of your situation.
The clock ticked slowly, its rhythmic ticking amplifying the silence of the office as colleagues murmured and typed away in their own bubbles. You glanced at the pile of papers on your deskâtechnical documents, project briefs, and some rough sketches for graphics that youâd been tasked with. The contrast between your university days, filled with creative media projects and dynamic video production, and this monotonous office job was striking.Â
You missed the excitement of storytelling and visual creation, but here you were, grinding away for the paycheck that barely seemed worth the effort right now.
Rent was due next week, and the thought of it gnawed at your mind. You tapped your pen nervously against the desk, trying to suppress the mounting anxiety. Your minimal savings were earmarked for tuition, and borrowing money from anyone, let alone Katsuki, was not an option you wanted to consider. The last thing you needed was for him to find out and make a fuss about it, turning your personal financial troubles into a point of contention.
As you took a deep breath and hit âsendâ on the formal complaint, the stress of the past few weeks seemed to coalesce into a single, throbbing headache. Your hands were trembling slightly as you reached for the small, lukewarm cup of coffee on your desk, the caffeine offering a temporary, hollow comfort.
âHey, can you cover this layout for me?â your colleague, Jenna, asked as she leaned over your cubicle wall. Her voice was chipper, a sharp contrast to the mental fog you were drowning in.
âSure,â you said, forcing a smile as you accepted the additional task. Your mind drifted to the weekend, a distant hope of relaxation and a momentary escape from the whirlwind of deadlines and obligations. But even that felt out of reach as you buried yourself in work, hoping that somewhere amidst the chaos, a solution would present itself.
The minutes stretched into hours, the ticking of the clock a relentless reminder of how quickly time was slipping away. As the workday dragged on, your thoughts constantly circled back to your financial situation and how you might manage to cover rent without dipping into your savings or burdening anyone else. The weight of it all felt almost unbearable, and you silently wished for a moment of reprieve.
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Finally, with mercy, your shift finally ended, you felt a wave of relief wash over you, but it was quickly overshadowed by exhaustion. You shuffled out of the office, your steps heavy and laden with fatigue.
The breakroom coffee youâd chugged was doing its best to keep you awake, but the jolt of caffeine did little to ease the sleepy buzz that had settled over you.
Your drive home was a blur, punctuated only by the occasional beep of your carâs dashboard and the monotonous hum of the engine. When you finally pulled into your parking spot, a sense of dread washed over you as you fished out your phone to check the latest update on your pay. The notification confirmed what you feared: your salary wouldnât be processed for another week.
A gasp of frustration and disbelief escaped your lips, the sound echoing in the confined space of your car. You slammed your hands on the steering wheel, barely containing the urge to scream. The crushing weight of bills, looming deadlines, and the crushing reality of your financial situation finally broke through your walls of composure. Tears sprang to your eyes, spilling over as you let the frustration and sadness flow freely.
The emotional release was almost too much to bear, and as the tears flowed, the inside of your carâs windows fogged up, the steamy haze blurring your vision. You cracked the windows slightly, hoping to let some of the oppressive heat and steam escape.Â
As the cool air started to seep in, you caught sight of Katsukiâs footprints on your windshieldâevidence of the time heâd spent with his dogs on your dashboard, walking them around while you were driving. The sight of his footprint, a tangible reminder of his absence, made your heart ache even more.
The memory of him removing his footing while you had been driving around, convinced youâd seen a turtle on the side of the road, flashed through your mind.
Turns out it was a really moldy round rock and while you wanted to keep it, Katsuki made you leave the so-called âturtle,â which heâd dismissed as a weird rock, insisting it might be cursed and, âI donât fuck with no spooky shit.â The thought of his spiky but playful protective nature contrasted sharply with the weight of your current situation.
Your mascara had bled and smeared, leaving dark streaks on your cheeks. You fumbled for tissues in the glove compartmentâanother thoughtful gift from Katsuki. With shaking hands, you dabbed at your face, trying to clean up the smudged makeup and regain some semblance of composure.Â
But fuck the tissues because you wanted Katuski to wipe your tears, not Puffs with lotion.Â
Taking a deep breath, you grabbed your work bag and keys from the passenger seat. Despite the fact that you had no classes tomorrowâa silver lining provided by Mrs. Yamadaâs decision to cancel due to the pleasant weatherâyou felt an emotional heaviness. You forced yourself to get out of the car, each step toward the building feeling like a mile.
The elevator ride up to your floor was a quiet, solitary journey. You leaned against the wall, trying to steady your breathing and calm your racing thoughts. When the elevator doors finally opened, you walked down the hallway with heavy steps, each footfall echoing your exhaustion and frustration.
You reached your door and, with a tired sigh, unlocked it and stepped inside. The familiar, quiet space of your apartment was both a refuge and a reminder of everything you were trying to manage. The world outside was still bustling, but here, in this small sanctuary, you could finally let down your guard.
Letting out another deep breath as you took in the comforting but humble surroundings. Your mind wandered to the weekend ahead, hoping for some respite and relaxation despite everything else. For now, you allowed yourself a moment to just be, to acknowledge the fucked up situation you were in and space out before you would have to be an active adult again.Â
You slid down against the door, exhaustion making every movement feel labored. The cool, hard floor felt oddly comforting against your back as you contemplated the idea of slipping off your shoes and socks and crawling straight into bed. Your tired eyes were barely open when an unexpected, tantalizing scent wafted through the air, making you blink in confusion.
The smell was warm and inviting, reminiscent of the cozy autumn walks you take with Katsuki. The memory of him lifting you onto his shoulders while you collected pinecones, playfully biting your ankles when you took âtoo longâ to pick out your favorites, made you smile through your tears. The scent brought a fleeting sense of comfort, but the question of who had been in your apartment and left it smelling so fresh and pleasant nagged at the back of your mind.
You pushed yourself up, the weariness making your movements slow and deliberate. As you wandered further into your apartment, you couldnât shake the feeling of disbelief. Your living space, which had been cluttered and messy, was now impeccably clean, as if it had been professionally cleaned. The familiar scent of pine and a hint of something else filled the air, wrapping around you like a warm, fragrant embrace.
Shaking off the disorientation, you followed the delicious aroma to the kitchen. Your eyes widened as you saw a pot of rice and another pot of rich, spicy beef and vegetable stew cooling on the stove. The sight was almost surrealâyour kitchen, which had been a chaotic mess just hours before, was now a haven of culinary comfort. The thought of someone cooking for you, despite your exhaustion, brought a mix of relief and confusion.
âWhat the fuck?!â
You blinked once, twice, harshly, trying to process the scene before you. With a mixture of curiosity and wariness, you padded softly back to the living room, hoping to make sense of the situation. The only light on was the soft glow of the lamp in the bathroom, casting a warm, clean light across the hallway and into your living room. The air was still, save for the faint sound of shuffling coming from your bedroom.
Heart racing, you moved toward the sound, each step slow and cautious. The clean scent from the bathroom lingered, and you couldnât help but notice how fresh and tidy it now seemed. You glanced back at the living room, which, in contrast to your earlier mess, now looked immaculate and inviting.
Heart pounding, you crept down the hallway, each step slow and deliberate. The freshly cleaned scent in the air did nothing to ease your anxiety. The apartment was spotlessâtoo spotless. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. Maybe Michael had come back early and done this as a surprise? Or maybe Shoto, Izuku, or Jirou had somehow managed to sneak in, tidy everything, and leave without telling you.Â
After all, only Michael, Kirishima, and Shoto or Izuku had keys to your place in case of emergencies.
But Katsuki? He was out of state. He wouldnât be back for a while, and even if he had sent one of those cleaning services, they were always in and out in less than 30 minutes.Â
This... this wasnât right.
Your gaze darted toward the door. The shuffling sound from your bedroom had stopped. Panic began to settle in, a rising tension that had you frozen on the spot. You considered calling for help, but your phone was still on the floor by your purse, forgotten in the rush of trying to figure out what was happening. You didnât want to lose the element of surprise.
With a nervous breath, you reached for the flower vase sitting on the narrow hallway table. The roses inside were fresh, their deep crimson petals just beginning to open up. You mentally apologized to them as you dumped the flowers onto the floor, water splashing around the vase. Your hands moved swiftly, reaching inside for the TTI Glock 34 hidden beneath the stems. The cold metal felt heavier than usual in your hand, but you werenât about to hesitate.Â
You werenât going to die in your own apartmentânot like this.
Holding your breath, you stalked closer to the bathroom. You could hear the faint echo of your heart beating in your ears. Quietly, with practiced precision, you closed the door behind you without letting it click, trapping the scent of cleanliness inside. There was no turning back now. The apartment had become unfamiliar, and whoever or whatever was in your room needed to be dealt with.
You crept toward the bedroom, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you got closer. The shifting sounds had stopped. Whoever it was, they were still inside. You crouched, gun in hand, every muscle tensed as you approached the door. Then, without warning, the door to your bedroom swung open with a loud
"BAM!"
The sound reverberated through the walls as darkness loomed before you. Instinct took over.
You fired two quick shots into the void, the deafening bangs ringing in your ears. The muzzle flashes lit up the shadows, revealing nothing but an empty room. Your heart hammered in your chest as you stared into the stillness.Â
Silence.
"Fuck this!" you muttered under your breath, adrenaline kicking into high gear.
Without thinking twice, you bolted down the hallway. Your feet were heavy, thudding against the carpet as you ran, and the door to your apartment swung open behind you. You burst into the dimly lit hallway, the dingy orange carpet and faded yellow lighting never looking so welcoming. The familiar smell of old apartments and chipped paint wrapped around you as you sprinted toward the elevator.
Your breaths came in ragged gasps, your legs pumping as fast as they could. Most of your neighbors were either still at work or too old to have heard the gunshots, but there was no way you were sticking around to find out. You slapped the elevator button, glancing nervously back down the hallway.
You stood in front of the doors waiting, breathless and confused, waiting for the sound of footsteps or the telltale signs of someone chasing after you.Â
But⊠nothing.Â
The air was still, almost too still, and when you turned around, your heart pounding in your throat, you saw nothing. No one was following you. No shadowy figure, no intruder, no ominous movement at all.Â
Just you.
That rush of fear was starting to ebb away, replaced by an unsettling new sensationâdoubt. Did you get them? The thought made your heart skip, but worse than that, another horrifying possibility crept in:Â
Did you kill someone?
Your stomach dropped as if you'd just fallen from a cliff. The idea of itâof accidentally shooting someone, maybe even someone who had no intention of hurting youâwas almost too much to bear.
You pressed a shaky hand against the wall, your mind racing.
What would happen if it was true? What if you had killed someone in a panic? Your knees felt weak, and the edges of your vision blurred with panic.
âWhat would happen to me? What would happen to Katsuki when they found out his girlfriend had killed someone? The girlfriend of the Number 2 Pro Hero, a murderer?â
âWhatâs Katsuki gonna do?â
The thought sent a cold wave of nausea through you. You wanted to throw up right there in the hallway, but your stomach was so empty that all you could do was dry swallow, your mouth tasting like metal and dread. âWhat would the courts say? Would I go to jail? What would happen to Katsuki's career?âÂ
Your thoughts spiraled, knotting together into an unbearable weight pressing down on your chest.
You swallowed hard, trying to force the rising panic back down. The hallway around you blurred for a second, the dim, dingy orange carpet now looking stainedâlike it was soaked in blood. You blinked hard, shaking your head.Â
It was just the light, just your mind playing tricks on you. You forced yourself to look away from the carpet, your eyes trailing back to your apartment door. It was still ajar, spilling the warm, pale hallway light into the void of your dark apartment. The contrast was jarringâthe safe, slightly worn familiarity of the hallway outside clashing with the pitch-black uncertainty inside your home.
Your home.
You pressed your back against the wall, trying to steady yourself. âYou couldnât leave this unfinished. If you did accidentally kill someone, youâd have to take responsibility. You had to know.â And if it was an intruder, then, well... that was another layer of mess you'd have to deal with.
But God, you were so done.
The exhaustion from the double shifts, the lack of sleep, the unpaid billsâit all weighed you down, made your legs feel like lead as you slowly moved forward. Maybe that's why you found yourself inching toward your open door instead of running away.
Maybe that's why, instead of thinking clearly, you fumbled with your purse, your fingers shaking as you dug through it to find your phone. Instead of flicking on the light switch by the door, you opened the flashlight app, shining its weak beam into the suffocating darkness of your apartment.
The soft glow from your phone barely penetrated the void, but it was enough to make out familiar shapesâthe edge of your coffee table, the corner of the couch, the faint outline of your kitchen down the hall. It almost looked normal. Almost. But something was wrong. You could feel it in your bones.
And then you felt it.
Before you could even process what was happening, something hot and large clamped down around your arm. A flash of pure, raw panic shot through you, freezing your blood in your veins. Your heart leapt into your throat, and you barely had time to let out a sharp, breathless gasp before another handâbigger, strongerâcovered your mouth, smothering any scream you couldâve made.
The force of it drove you backward, your body colliding with the floor as the figure pulled you into the apartment. The scent of clean linen and something warmer filled your senses, overpowering everything else. You thrashed instinctively, your pulse roaring in your ears, but the grip on you didnât falter.Â
The hand around your mouth tightened, silencing you even as you tried to cry out.
Your mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening. You couldnât see anything except the faint glow of your phone, now flickering as it dropped from your hands onto the floor. Your gunââWhere the hell was your gun?!â
It was smacked outta your hand when the figure grabbed you, and now, it was probably somewhere in the apartment, out of reach.
âStop fuckinâ squirming,â a low voice growled against your ear, sending a violent shiver down your spine.
The voice was familiarâso achingly familiar that your panic began to wane just enough for recognition to slip through the fog of fear. The heat of his breath, the roughness of his palm, the way his body radiated warmth even through the tension. You blinked hard, gasping into the hand that covered your mouth, your mind racing to catch up.
âKatsuki?â Your voice was muffled, barely audible against his skin.
His grip loosened a fraction, his palm sliding off your mouth just enough for you to catch a real breath. You gasped for air, your chest heaving as you tried to process everything.Â
The fear, the relief, the utter confusion.
"Yeah," he muttered, his voice rough and low. He didnât release you right away, keeping you firmly against him, his hot breath still brushing against your ear. "The hell were you thinking? Firing like that in the dark? You couldâve fuckinâ shot me!"
You slumped against him, half in shock, half in frustration. Your heart was still pounding, your limbs still trembling, but the flood of relief that came with recognizing his voice nearly brought you to tears. He was here. He wasnât supposed to be, but he was.
âI didnât know it was you,â you rasped, your voice shaky as you fought to steady your breathing. âWhy the hell are you sneaking around my apartment?! I thought I was gonna die!â
Katsukiâs deadpan expression barely shifted as he lifted you up and unceremoniously dropped you onto the sofa. The cushions sighed under your weight, but before you could even adjust yourself, he was already stalking across the room.
His broad back was tense, and the muscles of his arms flexed beneath his shirt as he moved with precision, a wolf-like focus in the way he carried himself.
"Okay, letâs start with this," he began, his tone rough and low, his eyes flickering briefly over his shoulder at you. âI'm glad you can defend yourself. If I was some regular asshole, I'd be dead for sure.â
You blinked at him, still in disbelief, trying to process everything that had just happened. Your heart was still pounding, your body still reeling from the shock, and yet here he was, as calm as ever. He flipped on the hallway light with a casual flick, casting a soft glow over the apartment.
âStay,â he huffed, his voice gruff, as if you were some unruly puppy he needed to wrangle.
He moved toward the dining area, and you turned your head to follow his movements. You watched as his calloused fingers picked up your steel pieceâyour gunâfrom where it had fallen, handling it with ease.
There was no hesitation in the way he moved, no sign of the earlier chaos as he handled the weapon. It was like he had done this a thousand times before, like the situation was perfectly normal for him.
You craned your neck a little more, catching sight of him as he knelt to collect the discarded roses from the hallway floor. He carefully placed your gun back into the vase where you had originally stashed it, as if putting everything back in its proper order, like nothing had happened. His shadow moved fluidly across the walls as he did so, and the tension in the air didnât lessenâif anything, it deepened.
And then, he turned back toward you, his face unreadable, but those vermillion eyesâGod, those eyesâlocked onto yours like a predator zeroing in on its prey. He didnât say a word, not yet, but the intensity of his gaze was enough to make your breath hitch.
The soft glow of the hallway light outlined his figure, casting sharp shadows on his jawline, the dim illumination making him look both softer and somehow more dangerous at the same time.
He stalked back over to you, each step deliberate, never once breaking eye contact. His eyes bored into yours, and you felt as though he could see through every layer of your confusion, your fear, and your relief. You tried to smile, to break the tension, but it felt weak under his unrelenting stare.
Katsuki finally stopped in front of you, his steps coming to a halt as he sat down on the coffee table across from you. The wood creaked slightly under his weight, but he didnât seem to care. He spread his legs a little, bracing his elbows on his knees, leaning forward slightly, his powerful body now looming closer, radiating heat and energy.
He was dressed down tonightâjust a black skull t-shirt that clung to his frame and a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
Casual, relaxed, almost like he had been home for a quiet night in. Yet here he was, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. He had this way of making everything else disappear when he focused on you like that, making your breath catch in your throat.
He sat there, silent, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely between them. His back was slightly hunched as he leaned forward, making him look even more intense. His face was unreadable, and yet there was an edge to itâsomething simmering just below the surface, just beneath those sharp, vermillion eyes that hadnât left yours for a second.
You shifted uncomfortably on the sofa under the weight of his gaze. âUh, hey babe?â you said, your voice weak, barely above a whisper. You tried to giggle, to play it off like you werenât utterly rattled, but the sound died awkwardly in your throat.
Katsuki didnât move. His eyes remained fixed on you, not even a flicker of amusement crossing his face. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his jaw tight, the muscle there clenching slightly.Â
He wasnât buying it.
You swallowed hard, unsure of what to say or do next. The silence between you stretched out, heavy and oppressive, like a thick fog settling in the room. The only sound was the faint hum of the hallway light and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
For what felt like an eternity, you just sat thereâhim staring at you like youâd just committed the ultimate offense, and you shrinking under the weight of it. His gaze didnât waver, not even once, and you could feel the intensity of his thoughts even if he wasnât saying a word.
Your hands fidgeted in your lap, fingers twisting together as the nerves bubbled up inside you.Â
âKatsuki, Iââ you started, but the words trailed off, your voice faltering under the scrutiny.
Katuski considers you carefully for a moment, just a moment. Before slowly rising from his spot on the coffee table and making his way to the kitchen, flicking the light on, and you hear the opening of your cabinets and your favorite mug being taken out before your tap is run. Katsuki returns, makes his way to your dining room to also turn on the lights and then to your front door that he locks before also turning on the lights.Â
Then, he finally makes his way back to you and hands you the mug that you accept with both hands and he doesnât let go until you take three small sips at first and he sets himself back down in front of you. Itâs not until your fifth sip that you realize he turned on all the lights so you could feel exposed and vulnerable under his stare. You almost choke on that, but hold it down in favor of meeting your boyfriend's gaze again.Â
He finally spoke, his voice low and measured, but there was a tightness there, like he was barely holding back. âWhat the fuck was that, huh?â His eyes narrowed slightly, the air around him crackling with restrained emotion. âYou really think lying to me was a good idea?â
Your breath caught in your throat. Lying? You blinked, confusion mixing with the remnants of panic, but you didnât get a chance to speak before Katsuki leaned in closer, his face now hovering just inches from yours. The intensity of his gaze didnât falter, those sharp vermillion eyes pinning you in place.
âLetâs not pretend,â he said, his voice dripping with a strange, unsettling calm. âYou think I didnât notice? That I couldnât tell?â His lips curled into a smirk, but there was nothing playful about it. The way his eyes glinted, the way the tension in his jaw flexedâit was something far more dangerous.
âWhen didââ you started, but Katsuki cut you off, his tone sharp as a blade.
âWhen did I get back?â he asked, already knowing where your mind had gone. His smile widened, and the expression twisted something deep in your gut. His canines flashed, sharp and predatory, as the smirk grew into something almost menacing. âRight after you hung up the phone with me.â
Your stomach dropped. He heard? You should have known better. The way youâd tried to sound fine, the excuses you made about not being able to eat, the way your voice had shaken when youâd reassured him you were âdoing greatââhe hadnât bought any of it. Heâd come home right early, and heâd known.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued, âAnd you wanna know what I saw the second I walked in? You. Not taking care of yourself.âÂ
âAgain.â
The words hit you like a slap. Your mind raced back to everything over the last few daysâthe lack of sleep, barely eating, pushing yourself to the point of collapse. You thought you could hide it. But Katsuki wasnât fooled. He never was.
âYou lied to me,â he said, his voice softer now, but no less dangerous. âTold me you were fine, that you were âhandling things.ââ He chuckled darkly, his smile stretching wider.
âLook at you. Does this look like âfineâ to you?â
You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry, as the weight of his words settled over you like a suffocating blanket. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to form an excuse, something to explain yourself, but the words wouldnât come.
Katsukiâs gaze hardened, and he leaned back slightly, his arms crossing over his chest as if he were preparing for the final verdict.
âI trusted you to take care of yourself while I was gone, and what do you do? You starve yourself. You donât sleep. You get so out of it you nearly put a bullet through your own damn apartment. All while telling me everythingâs âgreat.ââ
You could hear the frustration lacing his words now, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. But there was something elseâsomething deeper, more raw, hiding in the way his voice shook ever so slightly when he said the word trusted.
"I triedâ" you started, your voice barely above a whisper, but it felt so hollow even to your own ears. Katsuki wasnât having it.
âTried?â His voice cracked with a dangerous laugh, one that sent chills down your spine. âYou tried? No, you didnât âtry.â You hid from me. You lied because you thought you could handle everything on your own.â
He leaned forward again, the smile never fading, but this time it was sharper, darker, the full display of his teeth and sharp canines making him look almost feral. His red eyes widened slightly as he stared down at you, and there was an unsettling gleam in them now, something wild and untamed.
âBut you canât, can you?â he continued, his voice almost a mockery of sweetness. âYou canât take care of yourself. So guess what?â He leaned in close, so close you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin. âIâm doing it for you.â
Your heart lurched in your chest as his words sank in. There was something terrifying about the calmness in his tone, the way he spoke as if it was a simple fact, something decided without question.
âYouâre not eating? Iâll make sure you eat. Youâre not sleeping? Donât worry, Iâll fix that too.â His smile grew wider, more sinister, as if he were enjoying the thought of it. His sharp canines glinted under the light, and it felt like you were staring into the eyes of a predator.
The intensity of his gaze was suffocating, his red eyes burning into yours, and for a moment, you couldnât move, couldnât speak. His presence was overwhelming, his words wrapping around you like chains, trapping you in the reality of what was happening.
Katsukiâs voice dropped to a whisper, but it was no less terrifying. âFrom now on, you donât get to make that call. You donât get to decide when youâre âfineâ or when you need help. I do.â
Your throat tightened as you tried to find the right words, the right explanation, but there was nothing that would make this better. You had lied. You had pushed yourself too far, and now you were facing the consequences. But Katsuki wasnât just angry. He was something elseâsomething scarier.
He reached out, cupping your face gently with one large, calloused hand, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek. But the look in his eyes, the smile still pulling at his lips, made the gesture feel anything but comforting. He hooks his other palm on the underside of your calve and squeezes it twice.Â
âIâm gonna take care of you,â he whispered, his voice soft but deadly serious. âEven if I have to drag you kicking and screaming. Understand?â Katsuki dips his face lower, closer to yours as his pupils bore into your own.
You nodded, unable to find your voice, your chest tight with fear and guilt. Katsukiâs thumb traced your jawline, his touch deceptively gentle, but the look in his eyes was unrelenting.
âThatâs what I thought,â he said, his smile finally fading, replaced with that hard, determined expression you knew all too well. He stood up slowly, towering over you, and as he did, the weight of his presence pressed down on you like a storm.
He wasnât giving you a choice.
And you knew there was no fighting him. Not when he was like this.
Katsuki stood over you, eyes narrowing slightly as he reached for the mug in your hand. His fingers brushed yours, and before you could protest, he gently tugged it from your grasp, tilting the cup toward your lips. The cold refreshing liquid hit your tongue, and you blinked in surprise, forced to drink it all at his pace. His gaze was steady, unyielding, as if this small act of making sure you finished the drink was a matter of life and death.Â
There was no room for resistance.
"All of it," he muttered, and you obeyed, the warmth of the drink doing little to soothe the knot of nerves twisting in your stomach.
Once you drained the last of the mug, Katsuki set it aside with a soft clink and guided you to your feet. His grip was firm but not rough, the warmth of his palm grounding you as he led you through the bright apartment.
The light filtering through the bulbs was harsh compared to the dark tension that had settled between you two. Your heart pounded in your chest as you followed, your mind still trying to process everything that had just happened.
When he brought you to the bathroom, you turned to shoo him out. âI can handle this part,â you muttered, half-heartedly trying to get some semblance of control back. But Katsuki remained solid as a wall, unmoving, his eyes fixed on you. One eyebrow arched in that sharp, expectant way of his, and you knew you had no choice.
With a resigned sigh, you began stripping down, feeling the weight of his gaze linger, even though he wasn't watching you like that. His focus was intense, like he was making sure you didnât skip a single step.
Katsuki stepped forward and locked the door behind him with a soft click, the sound echoing in the small, tiled space. The air between you thickened as he moved to turn on the water in your freshly cleaned shower, the spray sputtering to life.
Steam rose, filling the room, curling into the corners like a mist creeping through your thoughts. He tested the water with his hand, adjusting the temperature before turning to you, his eyes softer now, but no less serious.
âGet in,â he said, the command laced with care. His hand hovered near your elbow, ready to steady you as you stepped into the tub. You felt small under his watchful eye, but also cared for in a way that made your throat tighten.
Once you were safely under the warm spray, Katsuki turned away slightly, giving you some space, though he stayed close. He wasnât leaving. Not until he was satisfied. You stood there for a moment, feeling the water cascade over your body, washing away the grime and exhaustion that clung to your skin.
You knew you had about five minutes before he turned back around, so you hurried, scrubbing yourself down with more effort than usual.
It wasnât long before he came back, his eyes flicking over you with a critical, almost soft look. Satisfied with your effort, Katsuki reached for the showerhead and rinsed you off himself, his hands guiding the water over your skin. He was gentle, methodical, like he was handling something precious.Â
And in his eyes, thatâs exactly what you are.
After rinsing you clean, Katsuki gestured for you to sit down in the tub. The air was thick with the scent of soap and steam, but beneath it all was the tension that neither of you had fully addressed. As you lowered yourself into the bubbles that Katsuki had added, you felt your face flush at the intimacy of it all.
âYa know,â he began, his voice rough but laced with something deeper, âwhen I got home early, I was happy.â
You looked up at him, blinking away the water droplets clinging to your lashes. His back was to you as he rummaged through the cabinet, but there was a weight in his words that made your chest tighten. Happy? You hadnât expected that, not after the way things had spiraled today.
âKirishima already went up to surprise your little friend,â he continued, his voice casual but still laced with that undeniable edge of possessiveness.
He found a bottle of your favorite bath oil and added a few drops to the water, the subtle scent filling the room. Katsuki always had a way of paying attention to details like that. Things you didnât even think he noticed.
âSo it was just gonna be me and you this weekend. Me and my girlfriend.â
The way he said my girlfriend made your pulse quicken. There was something about the way Katsuki spoke when it came to you, the way he claimed the words, made them his own. It was possessive, sure, but not in the suffocating way.
It was like he was reminding you that you were his priority, even when you couldnât take care of yourself.
He finally turned back to you, kneeling by the tub so that his eyes were level with yours. The light in the room flickered, casting shadows across his sharp features, making him look even more intense. His vermilion eyes locked onto yours, and it felt like he was staring straight into your soul.
âSo it was gonna be me and you,â he repeated, his voice quieter now but no less serious. âBut instead, I come home to find you falling apart.â His hand reached out, fingers brushing over the wet strands of your hair, pushing them back from your face. The gesture was soft, but there was a weight behind it.
âWhat the hell, babe? You canât even take care of yourself while Iâm gone?â
You opened your mouth to respond, to explain, but he cut you off with a small shake of his head.
Katsukiâs hands were firm but gentle as he lathered your hair with shampoo, his fingers working through your scalp in deep, circular motions.
The pressure was so perfect that your eyes fluttered shut, a low hum escaping your throat as your body relaxed into the bath. It was embarrassing how good it felt, how every stroke of his fingers seemed to melt away the exhaustion clinging to your bones.
You could barely keep your head up, and just as your eyes threatened to roll back in your head, Katsuki splashed water at your face, jolting you back to reality.
âOi, donât go passing out on me just yet,â he muttered, though there was a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He shifted behind you, grabbing the showerhead to rinse out the soap, the warm water cascading down your back as he continued his work. The rhythmic sound of water filled the space, a stark contrast to the gruffness in his voice.
âYouâre lucky I didnât pounce on your ass the second you walked back into the apartment, lookinâ all messed up like that,â Katsuki grumbled, his hands sliding down your shoulders to scrub your back.
His fingers traced the curve of your spine, his touch lingering as he was refamiliarizing himself with every dip and curve.Â
âYou think I like seeinâ you like this? All run-down and weak? Youâve got more in you than this.â
Katsuki paused, his hand hovering over your shoulder, and you could feel the weight of his stare even though you werenât looking at him. âI just want you to be healthy. To take care of yourself the way I know you can.â
His hand moved down, scrubbing your arms with the washcloth, his roughness tempered by the care behind every stroke. âI get it, lifeâs a pain in the ass sometimes, but you donât get to fall apart like this. Not when Iâm around to make sure youâre good.â
His words were gruff, but there was something softer beneath the surfaceâa quiet worry that heâd never fully admit to. Katsuki rinsed you off, the soap sliding down your body as he worked, his attention never wavering.
As he moved to scrub your legs, his touch slowed for just a moment.
âYouâre tough,â he muttered, almost to himself, his hand brushing along the curve of your thigh. âBut that doesnât mean youâve gotta do everything on your own. Iâm here, alright?â
He rinsed you one last time, his hand lingering at the small of your back as if anchoring you to the moment.
âAnd donât think Iâm letting you off the hook that easy,â he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. âYou owe me for not jumping your ass the second I saw you. But first, weâre gonna get you back to being you again.â
Your heart pounded, a mix of guilt and gratitude swirling in your chest. Katsuki wasnât asking for permission. He was telling you. And part of you was relieved that you didnât have to carry this burden alone anymore.
âNo excuses,â he muttered, his fingers trailing down to tilt your chin up so you couldnât look away. His thumb brushed against your lips, lingering there for a moment. âYou donât get to lie to me about this anymore.â
His gaze softened, but the intensity of his words remained. âIâm gonna make sure youâre alright. Even if that means watching over you every damn second.â
You nodded, the movement small, but Katsuki saw it. His hand dropped from your chin, and he leaned back, standing up to his full height as he grabbed a towel from the rack.
âGood,â he said, his voice softer now. He draped the towel over his shoulder and held out his hand to help you out of the tub. The air was cool against your skin as you stepped out the tub, his touch lingering on your shoulders as he pulled you close. The weight of the day seemed to melt away in that moment, leaving just the two of you standing there in the quiet.
Katsuki is rough around the edges, sure. But when it came to you, there was no doubtâheâd take care of you, fuck everyone else.
Katsuki wrapped the fluffy towel around your body, still warm and soft from the dryer. You nuzzled into it, relishing the feeling of warmth against your skin, the scent of fresh laundry lingering in the air. His chuckle was low, almost rumbling through his chest as he set you gently on the bath mat.
"Wait here," he said, his voice firm yet filled with that protective edge youâd grown so used to. You sat obediently, the towel cocooning you in its comforting warmth as Katsuki disappeared briefly.
When he returned, he carried a chair from the dinning and placed it in front of the bathroom mirror. He motioned for you to sit, and you did so without protest. The exhaustion still clung to you, but the care he was giving made it easier to just lean into his routine. You felt his fingers work through your damp hair with gentle precision as he sectioned it off to braid.Â
The motions were firm but soft, practiced as if he had done this countless times before. You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax under his touch as he skillfully wove your hair into two simple, neat braids.
âThere,â he murmured, wrapping a towel around the ends to help them dry. âThat should do for now.â He gave you a brief once-over, satisfied with his work.
Next, Katsuki grabbed a toothbrush and came back toward you, squeezing a dollop of toothpaste onto it. Before you could protest or joke, he pressed the brush gently against your lips, and you reluctantly opened your mouth.
As he began brushing, your lips curled in a playful pout, and you made an attempt to nip his fingers with a mischievous glint in your eyes. Katsukiâs reaction was immediate, pulling back just slightly before leaning in close, his face inches from yours, eyes glinting with amusement.
âYou really want me to bite you, huh?â he teased, voice low as his breath brushed your skin. You pouted but couldnât stop the smile from creeping in. Slowly, you nodded, biting your lower lip. He smirked at your response, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder, just enough pressure to make you shiver.
Your breath hitched as you squeezed him, wrapping your arms around his waist, but the sound that almost escaped you was quickly stifled as you pulled back, burying your face into the towel.
Katsuki chuckled darkly, clearly pleased with himself. "Behave," he muttered, finishing with your teeth. He handed you the mouthwash next. âRinse,â he instructed, his eyes following your every move. You swished the cool liquid around before spitting it out, feeling oddly refreshed.
Once that was done, he moved on to the next part of his routineâyour skincare. His touch was methodical as he washed your face, scrubbing gently and making sure every inch of your skin was properly cared for.
You could feel the cool cleanser on your cheeks as he worked, and there was something oddly intimate about the way he treated each step like it was second nature.
âNo more mascara,â Katsuki said, narrowing his eyes as he gently dabbed a soft towel against your skin. âI want you to keep those damn lashes.â
You giggled at his comment, catching his eye in the mirror. âHitoshi says weâre the only ones who make insomnia look sexy,â you teased.Â
âDonât take compliments from a guy who needs a bag check for his fuckinâ eyes.â
You snorted, while Katsuki was rolling his eyes. âThat idiot looked like death last mission. He and Denki passed out under the table like a couple of idiots,â he said, shaking his head.Â
âWe should to check in on themââ
He interrupted, raising an eyebrow. âWe can check on them tomorrow.â
His gaze shifted, locking onto yours with a possessive glint that made your stomach flutter. âYouâre all mine this weekend. Those extras can wait.â
You blushed, your face softening as the weight of his words settled over you. The tenderness beneath his rough exterior always caught you off guard, especially when he showed it in moments like these. You felt a warmth spread through your chest, and for once, it wasnât just because of the cozy towel wrapped around you.
Katsuki reached into the drawer, grabbing your favorite lip oil with a casual confidence, but his movements slowed with deliberate care as he traced the line of your cupid's bow, filling in your lips with precise strokes.
You felt the cool glide of the oil over your lips, the faint scent of vanilla filling the air between you. Watching him concentrate so intensely on such a delicate task brought a smile to your face.
âI can remember the last time you did something like this~â
you teased, the sing-song lilt in your voice light, playful. His reaction was immediateâhis sharp vermillion eyes snapped back to yours, but his reddening ears gave him away. For all his confidence, a comment like that still managed to fluster him. The slight color spreading across his face wouldâve been easy to miss if you hadnât been watching him so closely.
His scowl deepened, and he growled, âSo you wanna get your ass knocked out or what?â
You giggled, placing one hand on his solid shoulder, your fingers brushing against the heat radiating from his skin. Then, with a grin, you pressed the crown of your head into the crook of his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin against your cheek.Â
âNooo, Iâm just so happy youâre here!â Your voice was soft, genuine, the relief and joy of his presence making you melt into the moment.
Katsukiâs tension ebbed as he rolled his eyes, the smallest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He let your teasing slide, his usual gruffness tempered by the tenderness he rarely let anyone else see.
Without a word, he scooped you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing, his strength effortless as he held you close to his chest. You clung to him, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, his heartbeat steady under your palm.
âGod, I love your heartbeat.â
As he carried you through the apartment, Katsuki flicked off the lights with a casual swipe of his hand, the darkness closing in behind you both. When you entered your room, you were greeted with the fresh, clean scent of laundry detergent and something distinctly Katsuki.
You blinked in surprise, realizing just how spotless everything was.
The bed was made, your clothes folded, and the air felt lighter, even though your mirrorâstill cracked from earlierâreflected back the remnants of your impulsive outburst. The shards of glass had already been swept and vacuumed away, leaving no trace of the mess.
Before you could comment, Katsuki threw you onto the bed, your body bouncing lightly against the plush comforter. âHey!â you protested, mock indignation coloring your voice as you propped yourself up on your elbows, glaring at him.
He just smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âYouâre asking for it.â You narrowed your eyes, grabbing one of your stuffed animalsâa soft, well-loved bunnyâand held it up like a threat. âIâll throw all my stuffed animals at you, Katsuki, donât test me.â
But the playful moment quickly shifted, his expression darkening with a predatory edge. His eyes gleamed as he climbed onto the bed with slow, deliberate movements, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight as he stalked toward you, inch by inch, like a wild animal sizing up its prey. The air between you thickened, electric, and your breath caught in your throat.
"You really wanna do that, sweetheart?" His voice was low, dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine. His gaze flickered briefly to the stuffed bunny in your hand before it snapped back to your face. "When you know how I feel about your 'babies'?" The way he drawled out the wordâ"babies"âmade heat coil low in your stomach, your body responding involuntarily to the tension in the air.
Your grip on the bunny loosened, and without thinking, you let it drop from your hand. It tumbled onto the bed with a soft thud, forgotten, as you instinctively wrapped yourself tighter in the towel, your pulse quickening.
Katsukiâs smirk widened at your silence, his voice a low rumble as he teased, âWhat, no answer for me?â He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, turning his ear toward you as if daring you to speak.
Instead of words, you leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the shell of his ear, your breath warm against his skin. âNo,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Katsuki chuckled, the sound deep and satisfied. He tugged at the edge of your towel with one finger, pulling it down just enough to expose your neck, your pulse beating rapidly beneath your skin. His lips descended, pressing a hot, firm kiss against the sensitive spot just above your collarbone, his breath hot as he whispered against your skin,Â
âGood choice.â
Your breath hitched, your body shivering as you leaned into his touch, his kiss lingering like a brand against your flesh. The air around you was thick with unspoken words, the world outside fading away as you lost yourself in the warmth of his presence, the safety and intensity that only Katsuki could bring.
Katsukiâs hands reached for the hem of his skull-printed shirt, fingers curling as he lifted it over his head. The muscles in his arms and chest flexed with the movement, every line of his sculpted frame rippling with controlled power. He didnât bother tossing it aside like he normally would. Instead, he draped it over you, lowering it onto your head before helping you slip your arms through the sleeves.
You smiled softly as the worn fabric slid down your body, the familiar scent of Katsuki surrounding you like a comforting embrace. His shirt was huge on you, the edges brushing just past your thighs, the warmth of it melding with the heat radiating from him.
You shifted beneath him, looking up as he hovered over you, his palms bracing on either side of your head. The proximity made your heart race, the weight of his gaze sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. Katsukiâs sharp eyes softened for just a second, the intensity still present but tempered with something warmer, more intimate.
He didnât say anything as you wrapped your arms around his strong back, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath your fingers.
âCome here,â you murmured, giving him a gentle tap between his shoulder blades.
Without hesitation, Katsuki let himself drop, all the glorious warmth of his body pressing against you in a slow, controlled descent. The heavy weight of his chest flattened against yours, and you sighed in contentment, the closeness making you feel grounded.
Katsukiâs body, normally so explosive and full of barely contained energy, was now soft and pliant against you, like he was giving you the privilege of feeling his full, unfiltered presence.
Your hands naturally found their way to his spiky blonde hair, fingers threading through the surprisingly soft strands. For all the sharpness of his exterior, Katsukiâs hair was softer than most people knewâsomething only a select few had the privilege to experience. He guarded his personal space like a fortress, and it took time for him to let his guard down around anyone, let alone like this.
But with you, it was different. He was different.
He was your fussy Pomeranianâprickly to everyone else, but with a soft, loyal core.
You gently massaged his scalp, your nails scraping lightly against his skin as you worked through the spiked chaos of his hair. You could feel him relax, his tense shoulders loosening as he melted further into you, letting out a low grunt of approval. The sound was almost primal, a rumbling that vibrated through his chest and into yours.
You were so caught up in the moment, fingers tracing the line of his neck and combing through his hair, that you almost missed the sudden burst of air against your shoulder. It wasnât until you felt the wet tickle of his lips blowing a raspberry into your skin that you realized he was trying to get your attention.
âWhat theâKatsuki!â you squealed, laughing as the sound reverberated through your skin. He smirked against your shoulder, clearly pleased with himself.
He lifted his head slightly, his red eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. âYou listening now, or do I gotta do it again?â His voice was low, teasing, but there was that familiar edge of dominance underneath it all.
You huffed in mock annoyance, rolling your eyes before looking up at him. âWhat were you saying, genius?â
Katsuki grinned, the corners of his mouth twitching as he lowered himself again, letting his breath fan against your ear. âI said youâre lucky, you know that?â His voice was softer now, but it still held that commanding tone that sent a spark of heat through your chest.Â
âLucky I didnât pounce on you the second I got back.â
His words lingered in the air, heavy with implication, and your breath hitched as you met his gaze. The raw intensity in his eyes, that feral spark you loved so much, was back. It wasnât just a warningâit was a promise.
You swallowed, your voice coming out a little breathless. âYeah? And why didnât you?â
His grin widened as he pressed his forehead against yours, his voice dropping even lower. âBecause Iâm not an idiot. I could see you werenât takinâ care of yourself. And I ainât about to let my girl fall apart while Iâm gone.â
You blinked, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you, though his words held a stern undertone. He shifted slightly, his weight pressing more firmly against you as his hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing just under the hem of his shirt. The touch was possessive but careful, like he was reminding you who was in charge of your well-being now.
âI know you can take care of yourself,â he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple, âbut sometimes, you get stressed and forget.â His hands stilled, resting on your waist. âSo Iâm gonna do it for you.â
You couldnât help the small smile tugging at your lips. Katsuki, in his own gruff way, always knew exactly what you needed. And it wouldnât even admit it outright, he cared more than anyone youâd ever known.
You felt your hands tighten in his hair again, tugging gently as you let out a soft sigh. âIâm sorry,â you whispered, feeling a mix of affection and guilt. You knew you hadnât been taking care of yourself lately, but hearing him say it hit differently. It made you realize just how much heâd noticed, how much heâd been keeping track, even when he wasnât around.
Katsuki didnât say anything at first. Instead, he shifted his weight, lifting his head to look down at you again, his expression softening just a fraction. âYeah, well... just donât make me come home to that shit again, got it?â His voice was still gruff, but there was an undeniable warmth in his tone.
You nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. He didnât need to say it outright, but you knewâhe wasnât going anywhere. Not when it came to you.
Without another word, he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, and you let yourself relax under the weight of his body, feeling safe, loved, and cared for.
The two of you lay there in a soft, comfortable silence, the weight of Katsukiâs warm body settled against yours, his steady breath fanning over your skin.
His arms, strong yet gentle, stayed wrapped around your waist as if anchoring himself to you. The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of the sheets and the subtle creaking of the bed beneath your weight. You were about to close your eyes, savoring the moment, when you felt a slight flutter against your neck. His long eyelashes were brushing against your skin, tickling you softly.
You blinked, lifting your head slightly. "Katsuki, you alright?"
A muffled, "Yeah," came from him, his voice low and slightly hoarse as he nuzzled into the crook of your shoulder. But something in the way he said it made you pause. His head shifted, settling over your boob (chest), right where your heart was. The sensation of his ear pressing against your heartbeat sent a wave of warmth and electricity rushing through you. Your soul felt like it was lighting up, a familiar connection between you two sparking alive.
Katsuki reached for your hand, his calloused fingers weaving through yours with a gentleness that contrasted his usual roughness. He lifted your intertwined hands and pressed them over his own heart, resting them there. The sensation, the intimacy of the moment, sent a tingle through your entire body, filling you with an overwhelming sense of love and connection. It was rare for Katsuki to be this tender, to show you this vulnerable side of himself.Â
And yet, as you lay there, your heartbeats in sync, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
A soft, involuntary smile tugged at your lips as you looked down at him. You could feel the rhythm of his heart beneath your palm, steady and strong, and you were certain he could feel yours, too. The electric charge between you wasnât just emotional; it felt physical, like your very essence was reaching out to him, and he to you. Katsuki, usually so tough and guarded, was here in your arms, sharing this tender moment.
But as you lay there, soaking in the warmth of the moment, something shifted. Katsuki stiffened slightly in your arms, his body going rigid against yours. You could feel his breath hitch, and when you looked down, you saw the confusion in his eyes, the way they glistened with unshed tears. His brow furrowed, and for a moment, he looked completely lost, almost scared.
âHey, hey, whatâs wrong?â you asked, your voice laced with concern as you felt him tense even further. A flicker of panic shot through you. You knew how hard it was for Katsuki to express his emotions, and seeing him like this, vulnerable and on the verge of breaking down, tugged at something deep inside of you.Â
"Are you having those pains again? Is it your chest?!"
Katsuki shook his head quickly, but his face contorted, and he let out a sharp sniff, his breaths coming faster. His fingers squeezed yours, his grip tightening as his other arm wrapped around your waist with almost a desperate strength.
You could feel the heat rising off his skin, his body suddenly clammy as if he were in a battle. His muscles tensed and flexed, his jaw clenched as he tried to fight whatever emotions were threatening to spill out.
"'S alright," he mumbled into your chest, but you could hear the tremble in his voice, the way it cracked as if he were holding something back. He buried his face deeper against you, curling into your body as though trying to shield himself from the storm brewing inside him.
"No, 'S not alright," you countered softly, your hand moving to rub slow, calming circles over his sweaty back. "Come on, Katsu, you know you can tell me."
You felt his heart pounding harder against your hand, the frantic rhythm echoing through your palm. His breath hitched again, and you instinctively shifted, running your fingers through his hair to calm him. Your other hand moved to the back of his neck, rubbing the tension out of his tight muscles as his breaths came in shallow gasps.
Katsukiâs palms, usually dry and strong, grew slick with sweat, and you could feel his hands trembling as they gripped yours. He sniffed again, louder this time, his body shuddering as he tried to regain control. Several deep, shaky breaths followed, but he didnât pull away.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he lifted his head. His red eyes were rimmed with unshed tears, his lashes wet as he blinked them away. He sat up slowly, pulling himself out of your embrace, though he still held onto your hand like a lifeline. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his gaze distant as if he were trying to sort through the mess of emotions swirling inside him.
You reached up, gently brushing a tear away from his cheek. âBaby, talk to me, please.â
He swallowed thickly, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he struggled to find his voice. When he finally spoke, his words were soft, raw. âI dunno... I justââ He paused, his jaw clenched as he looked down at your hand still resting over his heart. âI dunno whatâs wrong with me.â
Your heart ached at the sight of him like this, so vulnerable and confused. Katsuki wasnât used to feeling things this deeply, wasnât used to letting anyone in like this. But here he was, breaking down in front of you, and all you wanted to do was hold him together.
You scooted closer, sitting up and pressing your forehead against his. âThereâs nothing wrong with you, Katsu,â you whispered, your voice soothing as you cupped his face in your hands. âYouâre just... feeling things. Itâs okay.â
Katsuki closed his eyes, his breath shuddering as he leaned into your touch. âI donât like it,â he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. âI donât like not... not being able to control it.â
You kissed his forehead softly, letting your lips linger there for a moment before pulling back. âYou donât always have to be in control. Itâs okay to let go sometimes.â
For a moment, he didnât respond, just sat there with his eyes closed, his breathing slowly evening out as he let your words sink in. When he finally opened his eyes again, they were still glassy, but the panic had faded, replaced by a quiet resolve. He looked at you with an intensity that took your breath away.
âYou make me feel things I donât know how to handle,â he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. âBut I donât... I donât wanna lose it.â
You smiled softly, your heart swelling as you pressed another gentle kiss to his cheek. âYou wonât lose it, Katsuki. Iâm here.â
Katsukiâs hand tightened around yours as he pulled back slightly, taking in a deep, steadying breath before speaking again. His eyes, still a little glassy but full of determination, met yours with a quiet intensity. âI didnât want to be away from you,â he started, his voice soft but firm. âEven if workâs important... to me, youâre more important.â
You opened your mouth to argue, to tell him that his work as a hero mattered, that it saved lives, but the look he gave you made you stop short. His gaze softened as it met yours, a silent plea for understanding. And instead of fighting back, you took his rough, calloused hands in yours, bringing them to your lips and pressing soft kisses to his knuckles. Then, with a small smile, you pressed his hands gently to your cheeks, letting him feel the warmth there, the quiet affection you had for him.
âIâm with you,â you whispered, and those simple words seemed to ease the tension in his body. He let out a slow breath, his chest rising and falling heavily before he continued.
âI get it,â he said, his voice a little stronger now. âWhy youâre always trying to be so independent. Youâve got your own life, your own goals, and I want to respect that.â His thumb gently brushed against your cheek as he spoke, as though grounding himself with your touch.
âBut I canât... I canât just sit by and watch you not take care of yourself. Sometimes... I feel like itâs my job to make sure youâre okay, âcause I... I love you.â
His voice cracked on those last words, and you saw the raw emotion flicker in his eyes. Katsuki wasnât used to being vulnerable like this, to letting people see the softer side of him. But he was here, laying it all bare in front of you. You could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity, the fear that maybe you didnât need him as much as he needed you. It tugged at something deep inside you.
âI love you, and I want to take care of you,â he went on, his grip on your hands tightening as if he were afraid to let go. âI wanna protect you, keep you safe, even when you donât think you need it. Itâs... itâs who I am. And Iâm not gonna apologize for it.â
Your heart swelled with affection, and you moved your hands over his arms, gently rubbing along the firm, tense muscles as you tried to soothe him. His skin was warm under your touch, and you could feel the faint tremble in his shoulders as he kept talking, the weight of his emotions finally spilling out.
âI just...â Katsuki paused, his voice faltering for a moment as he swallowed hard, trying to keep the lump in his throat at bay. âThis time away from you... it made me realize a lot. How much I love you, how much I need you around. I canât stand it when Iâm not with you, even if itâs just for a few days.â He let out a small, almost bitter chuckle. âYou probably think itâs stupid, huh?â
You smiled softly, shaking your head as you continued to run your hands over his arms, feeling the tension slowly melt away under your touch. âItâs not stupid,â you whispered. âI missed you too.â
Katsukiâs eyes flickered with relief, but there was still a hint of frustration lingering in his expression. âBut you... you donât take care of yourself, not the way you should,â he said, his voice more serious now. âYou always look after everyone elseâhell, you make sure everyoneâs okay, but you donât do the same for yourself. It drives me crazy.â
You gave him a playful smile, trying to lighten the mood just a little. âYou canât keep an eye on me all the time, Katsu.â
He huffed, narrowing his eyes at you. âThatâs the problem. I canât. And you donât make a habit of neglecting yourself, but when you do... youâre a hypocrite. Youâll run yourself into the ground to help everyone else, but then act like you donât need anyone to do the same for you.â
You wanna stick your tongue out at him but knowing Katsuki, heâd make you regret that all night long.Â
Katsukiâs intense gaze lingered, tracing every inch of you with a sharp, possessive look that made your heart race. His eyes moved from the top of your head, down the gentle curve of your neck, over the way his oversized skull shirt bunched up on your thighs, and down to your toes.
You could feel the weight of his stare, heavy with unspoken emotions, and for a moment, it seemed like the air between you thickened with tension.
Then he blinked, and it was like a fog lifting. He shifted, reaching into the deep pockets of his sweatpants with a small grunt. âI wanted to do this âright,â ya know,â he muttered, almost to himself, but the words were laced with that familiar gruffness. His fingers fiddled with something in his pocket, his focus still mostly on you.
âSpent weeks with those dumbassesâpicking out flowers, going through all these fancy restaurants, trying to get the perfect gift. Because youâre my girl, and I only get the best for you.â
His voice was low, raspy, and the way his eyes softened briefly before trailing down to your legs made your breath catch. His hand, rough and warm, ghosted over your ankle as if testing the waters before his grip tightened, just enough to pull you slightly closer with a small, teasing tug.
The movement startled you, and you yelped, instinctively wrapping the towel tighter around your waist as you scrambled upright, your heart hammering against your ribs. Katsukiâs laughter rumbled through the room, deep and genuine, the sound like warm honey coating the air. He was taking in the sight of your flustered reaction with a wicked grin plastered on his face.
âKats,â you started, still catching your breath as you eyed him suspiciously, âwhat are you getting at?â
The mischievous gleam in his eyes returned, that familiar cocky, dangerous look that always made your pulse quicken. His grin softened into something more meaningful, more grounded, but still tinged with that wild spark. That look in his eye? It was the one that always had you convinced that all the hot ones were definitely crazy.
âIâve wanted this for a long time,â he confessed, his voice dropping into something more intimate, more vulnerable.
âSince I met you.â
You blinked, watching as his gaze flickered down to your bare legs. His jaw clenched for a split second, and he let out a low curse under his breath. âShouldâve used that damn lotion,â he muttered, almost to himself, clearly irritated that he hadnât taken the chance to pamper you properly.
The moonlight filtering in from your window cast a silvery glow over him, highlighting every cut and line of his muscles as if he were carved from stone.
He was beautiful, raw, like a storm contained just beneath the surface, and for a brief moment, you were distracted by the sight of himâthe rise and fall of his chest, the way his stomach flexed with each breath.
You could have his babies right here, right now.
Then his voice softened again, and the mood shifted as he spoke. âI love you. I really do.â His tone was hushed, like it was just for you. His eyesâusually so full of fire and determinationânow held something much deeper, something vulnerable that he rarely let show. It was just him. Your Katsuki.
âIâm not good with this shit. I know that,â he admitted, his mouth tugging into a small, self-deprecating smirk. âBut I wanna do this right.â
You blinked, feeling the air grow heavier as he squared his shoulders, a determined glint returning to his eyes. His hand finally left his pocket, and in one swift, almost impatient motion, he pulled something out and opened it in front of you.Â
A small box. Velvet. The kind that held only one thing.
Your breath hitched, and your entire world seemed to narrow down to that tiny box and the ring inside it. It glittered in the low light, catching the moon's glow, but the details were lost on you as your heart thudded wildly in your chest.
Katsuki looked at you, dead-on, his expression both serious and soft at the same time, like he was offering you everything he had.Â
âWould you marry me and be my hot mess?â
For a split second, you couldnât breathe. Couldnât think. Couldnât even process the words that had just come out of his mouth. You felt like someone had knocked the air out of your lungs with a featherâhell, they could have knocked you over with one.
The world stopped spinning. Your eyes darted between the ring and Katsuki, who was watching you carefully now, his breath held as if he was waiting for your next move. You could feel the gravity of this moment pressing down on your chest, and yet... it wasnât the heavy kind of weight that scared you. No. It was something else entirely.
It was the kind of weight that came with the realization that this moment, this person in front of you, was everything you never knew you needed.
A million thoughts raced through your mind, and none of them made sense, but your body reacted first. Your lips parted, but no words came out at first, only a small breathless laugh as you brought your shaking hands up to your mouth. Katsukiâs eyes searched your face, trying to gauge your reaction, and the barest hint of nerves flashed behind his hardened exterior. He mightâve been a fearless hero, but this?
This was different.
âKatsuki,â you whispered, barely able to find your voice as the emotions swirled inside you. âYou... youâre serious?â
âDead serious,â he replied immediately, his voice unwavering now. His eyes bore into yours with that fierce conviction only he could pull off. âIâve been serious about you from the start. I love you, and Iâm not waiting around anymore. I want you. With me. Always.â
His words sank into you, and before you even fully realized what you were doing, your hands shot forward, grabbing his face, pulling him down toward you. You kissed himâdeeply, passionately, pouring everything you had into it, letting the overwhelming feelings consume you.
His lips were warm, familiar, grounding. Katsuki groaned softly into the kiss, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer as if the space between you was too much to bear.
When you finally pulled away, your foreheads pressed together, your breath mingling with his as you both panted softly. The world around you faded, and all that was left was the man in front of you and the question still hanging in the air.
âYes,â you breathed, smiling through the tears that had welled up in your eyes. âYes, Katsuki. Iâll marry you.â
And for the first time in what felt like forever, you saw itâthe raw, unfiltered joy on his face. It wasnât loud or boastful, but it was there, in the soft curl of his lips and the way his eyes shone with unshed tears.
Katsuki Bakugo had won another battleâthis time, with your heart.
Katsuki's rough fingers, calloused and warm, carefully slid the ring over your finger, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. You couldnât help but gasp as the gem caught the light, sparkling in a way that made your heart skip a beat. It was more than beautifulâit was personal. The stone in the center was your birthstone, cut into your favorite shape and polished into your favorite color, surrounded by a delicate halo of tiny rubies. Rubies just like his eyes.
Your gaze flickered to the ring and then back to Katsuki. âHow⊠how did youâŠ?â you whispered, utterly floored. The details were so specific, the kind that you had only mentioned in passing, mostly to Michael. But somehow, Katsuki had pieced it all together.
The rubies glistened against the band, and nestled between them were smaller gemstones that mirrored the exact shade of your eyes. And if that wasnât enough, there was another set of gems, a deep, fiery orangeâthe color of Katsukiâs favorite thing: explosions.
You turned the ring over in your hand, overwhelmed by the craftsmanship, the thoughtfulness. Every inch of the piece was a reflection of you, of him, of both of you together. Whoever he went to had worked some serious magic. As your fingers brushed over the band, something else caught your eye. With trembling hands, you slipped the ring off, turning it over, and there it wasâengraved into the inside of the band in Katsukiâs unmistakable bluntness:
âI love you, dumbass.â
That was it. The tears came again, flooding your vision before you could stop them. Your chest tightened with the overwhelming sweetness of it all. Youâd never expected this. How could you? This whole day had taken such a turn that your emotions were a tangled mess, and now, here you were, crying like a baby over a ring. But it wasnât just any ringâit was him, you, everything.
âKatsuki,â you sobbed, bringing the ring to your chest as if it could stop the flood of emotions. Your voice trembled, but before you could even say another word, Katsukiâs eyes widened in pure panic. He hated when you cried. Hell, it wasnât often that you let yourself fall apart like this, and seeing you like that sent him spiraling.
âOi, oi! Donât cry, damn it!â he barked, his voice frantic as he moved in closer, cupping your face with both hands. But then his panic melted into something softer as his thumbs wiped away the tears.Â
âIâm serious, stop it, or youâre gonna make me lose it.â
But the sight of your tears didnât stop him from acting on impulse. In typical Katsuki fashion, he leaned down and kissed you, first pressing his lips all over your face, desperate to dry every tear. But he didnât stop there. In a ridiculous, completely endearing move, he leaned over and licked your cheek, tasting the saltiness of your tears with a playful smirk. You squealed, pulling away in shock, your face scrunched up in disbelief.Â
âDid you justâew, Katsuki! Thatâs so gross!â
You smacked his solid chest, half laughing, half horrified, but that only egged him on. âOh, Iâm gross now, huh?â he teased, his voice low and dangerous as he grinned down at you. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he launched himself at you, playfully wrestling you down onto the bed.
âNo, noâKatsuki!â you shrieked, giggling uncontrollably as his strong arms trapped you beneath him. He pinned you effortlessly, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours. His lips were on you again, peppering your face with kisses, and soon enough, the two of you were tumbling around in the sheets, rolling and laughing like a couple of kids.
The wrestling match was chaotic, full of breathless laughter, limbs tangled up, and soft murmurs of affection between teasing jabs. Katsuki was surprisingly playful, and before long, you were both breathless, collapsing side by side on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as your hearts raced in sync.
You turned your head, catching the way his chest heaved with each breath, a lazy grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His messy hair, usually so spiked and wild, was disheveled in the cutest way possible. Without thinking, you reached out, running your fingers through it, smoothing it back in place. He hummed in contentment, his eyes half-lidded as he looked over at you.
âBut whereâs your ring?â you asked, suddenly realizing that the gesture had been one-sided. You were the one with the ring on your finger, but what about him?
Katsuki chuckled, his voice rumbling low in his chest. âMy ring, huh?â He smirked, eyes sparkling with that familiar cocky glint. âIâll just give you my wallet, and you can surprise me.â
You blinked, taken aback for a second, before bursting into laughter. âMâOkay!â you replied, your voice full of playful mockery. âBut donât blame me if I pick something pink and covered in glitter.â
âWhatever you want, babe,â he shot back, unbothered by the thought, though you knew heâd raise hell if you actually went through with it. The both of you erupted into laughter again, the sound filling the room like music.
Katsuki shifted, rolling onto his side as he gently took your hand in his, threading your fingers together like he always did. His lips found your hand again, this time softer, more purposeful. He kissed the spot right over your ring, his lips lingering there for a moment, as if sealing his promise to you.
âI love you, Katsuki Bakugou,â you whispered, your heart swelling with warmth as you looked at him, your fiancĂ©, the man who had somehow managed to make this chaotic mess of a proposal the most perfect moment of your life.
Katsukiâs eyes softened, his rough exterior melting away in the intimate glow of the moonlight. He squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. âI love you too, dumbass,â he muttered, his voice gruff, but his expression was nothing short of tender.
In that moment, wrapped up in each other, you realized something: thisâthis wild, crazy love you shared with Katsukiâwas the only thing that made sense in the world. You lay there together, side by side, hearts entwined, you knew without a doubt that you had found your forever.
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The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a soft, warm glow across the bed, but you groaned, stretching lazily as you woke up. Your fingers instinctively brushed against your hair, feeling the unruly mess it had become overnightâcomplete with knots and stubborn curls that had a mind of their own.
You squinted at the brightness as your phone buzzed on the bedside table. Checking it, you saw the familiar ping of an email notification and grinned. You've been paid.
Sweet relief!
Rolling over to share the good news, you blinked in surprise at the empty side of the bed. The sheets were cold, and there was no sign of your fiancĂ©âwait, boyfriendâwait, fiancĂ©! A flutter of excitement bubbled up inside you at the thought of the word.
But the smell of breakfast caught your attention, and any irritation at his absence melted away. The unmistakable scent of eggs, with a hint of something smokyâprobably baconâwafted down the hallway, accompanied by the faint clink of pans from the kitchen.
Katsuki was already up, and the thought made you smile.
Without bothering to fix your appearance, you hopped out of bed, your feet hitting the cool, hardwood floor with a soft thud. You knew youâd hear about it laterâhow walking around barefoot would make you catch a cold. He always ranted about that kind of stuff, but youâd just smile and give him your usual âYes, mama,â while heâd glare at you with that fiery look.Â
But for now, you padded down the hall, completely barefoot, on a mission.
The closer you got, the stronger his scent becameâthat familiar, intoxicating mix of burnt caramel and something inherently Katsuki. You spotted him before he even saw you, standing at the stove, his back turned, a spatula in hand as he expertly flipped eggs in a pan. His muscles were taut, his broad shoulders moving effortlessly as he worked. He was dressed in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips, and you couldnât help but admire the sight.
With a mischievous grin, you quietly made your way over, your bare feet silent against the floor. And then, in one swift move, you leapt onto his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face into the crook of his neck.Â
âHi, fiancĂ©!â you greeted, your voice muffled as you inhaled deeply, taking in that addictive scent that was all his.
Katsuki stiffened for a split second, more from surprise than anything else, but he quickly recovered. With a chuckle, he reached over and turned off the stove, placing the spatula down before his hands found their way to your thighs, gripping them as he adjusted your weight.
âYouâre gonna burn the damn house down one day, yâknow that?â he muttered, but there was a playful note in his voice. Before you could even respond, he effortlessly spun you around, lifting you off his back and setting you down on the kitchen counter nearby. His strength never failed to amaze you, and you giggled as your bare legs dangled off the edge, your hands resting on his chest.
His eyes softened as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a soft, lazy good morning kiss. âHi, teddy bear,â he mumbled against your lips, his voice still raspy from sleep.
You smiled into the kiss, but just as you started to pull him closer, he pulled back, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. âDid you brush your teeth?â he asked, raising an eyebrow.
You snorted, shaking your head. âNo.â
He frowned, glancing down. âDid you use the bathroom?â
âNope.â
His scowl deepened, though you could see the teasing glint in his eyes. âWash your face?â
âAlso, no.â
Katsuki groaned dramatically, running a hand through his messy, spiked hair. âAnd this is exactly why youâre moving in with me today. You need supervision,â he grumbled, though his voice was more affectionate than angry. Before you could argue, he lightly smacked your thighs, the contact sending a playful jolt through you.Â
âKatsuki!â you gasped, half laughing as you swatted at him, but he only pointed toward the living room.
Your delicate features blossomed into an expression of confusion. âWhat?â But he didnât respond, instead looking so mischievous and pleased with himself.
Thatâs when you noticed itâhalf of your living room was in disarray, large boxes stacked high, and furniture already disassembled. It looked like a moving truck had stormed through your place. Your jaw dropped as you stared at the sight.
âKATSUKI!â you shrieked, your voice bouncing off the walls as the reality of what heâd done sank in. He had already packed half your stuffâwithout even telling you! You couldnât believe it.
He didnât even flinch at your outburst, just gave you that smug, self-satisfied grin of his, crossing his arms over his broad chest.Â
âWhat? I told you, youâre movinâ in today. Thought Iâd help speed things up,â he said, shrugging as if he hadnât just dismantled your entire living room.
You huffed, staring at the boxes like you couldnât believe your eyes. âYou couldâve at least warned me!â
He chuckled, stepping closer until he was standing between your legs, his hands resting on either side of your waist. âNah. Youâd just overthink it. This way, itâs done, and we donât have to argue about it,â he smirked, leaning in to kiss your nose.
You rolled your eyes, though you couldnât help but smile. âIâm still not done with school, you know. And we havenât even⊠thereâs no⊠ring on your finger.â
Katsuki quirked a brow, his smirk turning wicked. âI told you, give me my wallet, and you can surprise me with the ring.â
You laughed, shaking your head at his nonchalance. âYou canât be serious.â
âOh, I am,â he said, the playful edge to his voice making your heart skip a beat. âAnd donât worry about school. You can study at my place just fine.â
You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say anything, he kissed you again, this time more firmly, his lips capturing yours in a way that made your head spin. You melted into it, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as you pulled him closer, your feet curling around his calves.
When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, your lips tingling. âYou donât play fair,â you muttered, but the smile on your face betrayed you.
He grinned, kissing your forehead softly before pressing his lips to your knuckles where your ring sat. âI play to win, babe. And I already did,â he whispered, his voice low and full of affection.
You sighed, leaning into him, knowing full well that Katsuki Bakugou always got his way.
Before you could respond to his sweet words, a mischievous glint sparked in your eyes. You leaned in closer, pretending to go in for another kiss, but at the last second, you bit himâjust lightly, on his shoulderâbefore snatching the plate of bacon from the counter. Katsuki blinked, his eyes widening in confusion before narrowing sharply as he processed what had just happened.
âYou little brat!â he growled, his voice full of playful irritation.
With a squeal, you jumped off the counter, bare feet hitting the cold floor, and bolted for the bedroom, the stolen bacon in hand. You knew exactly what you were doing. Katsuki typically hated when anyone touched his food (although he actually had a habit of feeding you from his plate and fork), but you couldnât help it. You loved riling him up, especially when he got that fire in his eyes!~
"Come back here, princess!" he barked, and the sound of his footsteps echoed behind you.
You darted around the corner, your heart pounding with adrenaline and laughter bubbling in your throat. The hardwood floor was slippery, and you barely made it to the door when Katsukiâs booming footsteps got louder. He was fast, too fast.Â
A real predator on the hunt, and you were his target.
âFuuuuck it, we ball!â you shouted over your shoulder, laughing as you slid into the bedroom. You could hear him cursing under his breath, muttering something about how you were always testing him. You were a princess, and yeah, maybe a bit of a brat, but that was part of your charm. You loved to push his buttons, loved how easy it was to get under his skin.
You heard the door slam behind you as Katsuki entered the room, hot on your heels. His eyes locked on yours, his gaze intense as he advanced. You tried to dodge him, but he was quicker, snatching the plate of bacon from your hands before grabbing your waist and pulling you back into his chest.
âGotcha now, you little thief,â he growled in your ear, his voice low and warning, but you could hear the amusement in his tone.
You squirmed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but he held you firm, his arms like steel bands around your waist. âOkay, okay! I surrender!â you giggled, breathless from the chase.
âYouâre damn right you do,â he murmured before spinning you around and planting a quick, searing kiss on your lips. It was rough, but it was Katsuki through and throughâfiery, intense, and full of passion.
You grinned against his lips, leaning into him. âGuess Iâm still your little brat then, huh?â
He smirked, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as he looked down at you with that same possessive, loving gaze that always made your heart skip a beat. âDamn right you are. My brat, my princess, my pain in the ass.â
You laughed, nuzzling into his chest as you felt his arms tighten around you. âAnd youâre my grumpy fiancĂ©,â you teased, poking his ribs.
Katsuki grumbled, but his smirk softened, his lips brushing the top of your head. âYeah. But Iâm your grumpy fiancĂ©, so fuck itâwe ball.â
In that moment, tangled together, laughter still lingering in the air, you knew without a doubt that you were his, and he was yours. No matter what life throws at you, youâd face it together.Â
Always.
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oh, professor - professor!rafe x student!fem!reader
WARNINGS: smut ; mdni ; p in v ; oral (f receiving) ; degradation ; unprotected sex ; age gap (reader is 22 & rafe is 29)
A/N: i started this writing for someone else, but changed it because it gave off so much rafe energy. all im needing rn is to get attention from professor!rafe
you sit in the dimly lit library. your leg bouncing up and down under the wooden table. it was lateâ too late for a tutoring lesson, especially one with your professor.
rafe, your professor, sat across from you. his presence was both distracting and irritating. you hate the way his eyes pierce through you, reading every thought you tried to conceal. he is only seven years older, but he wore his authority with a confidence that made your blood boil.
âif you actually paid attention, you would understand the material, y/n.â rafe says, his voice teasing and raspy. you shoot him a glare, your arms crossed over your body.
âi am paying attention,â you retort with a tight lipped smile. the lie leaked from the sides of your lips. how could you focus when every fiber of your being is aware of him?
he leans closer, his scent intoxicating as it fills your nostrils. your heart races in your chest. âthen prove it.â he challenges, leaning back with a smirk.
you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. your mind is blank. rafe grins with pride, his cheekbones highlighted by the lightning in the room.
âitâs hard to think when youâre putting me on the spot.â you roll your eyes.
he stifles out a laugh in response.
at the start of your sophomore year at the university of north carolina, you were assigned to professor rafe cameronâs class. he was new to the college, and his arrival spread like a wildfire. he was tall with piercing blue eyes and a muscular body that was evident even under his formal clothes.
from the moment he walked into the classroom, he wore a confident strut in his steps. the girls practically swooned at him. as the semester went on, the outfits the students wore got smallerâ each girl trying to catch his attention. however, he kept it professional, not looking lower than he needed to.
it all made you scoff. professors were supposed to be older and wiser than their students. but he was only twenty-nine! how could you truly respect him when he was barely older than you?
you couldnât, and it didnât go unnoticed. rafe had noticed you ever since you stumbled into class. his eyes followed you day after day, week after week, but you never shared that interest. you didnât attempt to flirt with him or invite him to a party, you were totally indifferent. it enticed him.
however, ignoring your professor wasnât the smartest idea. as a former straight a student, you were failing one class onlyâ his. even though it was unusual for a professor to directly tutor a student, rafe offered to, leaving you no choice if you wanted to keep up your grades.
the tension between you and rafe was palpable. every week the fog surrounding the two became thicker.
âyouâre not concentrating.â rafe spoke, breaking the silence. his voice was softer now, almost gentle.
âiâm trying.â your words were dismissive.
he sighs, closing his notebook. âmaybe we should take a break.â
you nod in response.
as he stretched his arms above his head, his shirt pulled taut against his abdomen, revealing the outline of his abs. you looked away quickly, a red flush rising to your cheeks.
âwhy do you do that?â
âdo what?â you ask, feigning innocence.
âact like you hate me,â he said, his eyes searching yours. âi know you donât.â
you scoff. âwhy should it matter if i like you or not? you're my professor, not my roommate.â
âit begins to matter when your grades plummet.â he says plainly, tilting his head to the side with a smug expression.
you clench your fists by your side. frustration coursed through your veins like a wildfire. âyou think youâre so smart, donât you? youâre only a few years older than me!â
he chuckles, the sound so entrancing it made you gulp. âiâm smart enough to know that youâre scared to admit that you like me. that maybe, just maybe, you find this as intoxicating as i do.â
your heart pounded in your chest. âthis is ridiculous.â you mutter under your breath. âi donât need this, iâll figure this class out myself.â
his smirk only grew deeper as you rushed out of the door. as the north carolina air hit your skin, it was hard to ignore the pulsating between your legs. looking back towards the library, you scoffed.
**
the next morning you find yourself back in rafeâs lecture hall. the room is filled with the scent of coffee and the rustle of college students.
you take your usual spot in the middle of the class. as you unpack your books and laptop, a figure sits besides you. you glance at the boy as he smiles, mirroring your action of setting up his academic station.
âhey,â he greeted. âyou always sit in these seats, donât you?â he smirks. âiâm gavin by the way.â you canât help but blush as he holds out his hand.
you shake his hand, âhi, iâm y/n.â you reply, your hand still lingering in his. âand what can i say, i like routine.â he chuckles at your cheeky comment.
heâs cute with a dirty blonde mop of curls on his head. his eyes brown eyes are doe and kind. his jaw is sharp and his dimples pop when he smiles. heâs the all american perfect boy. the rest of the lecture is harder to focus on as he sits besides you. every so often, he steals glances at you and whispers jokes into your ear.
rafe notices the second the male student sits besides you. he notices how the boyâs gaze lingers on you and your cleavage, and how heâs so desperate for an ounce of attention from you. it makes his body tense and his lungs tight. itâs unbelievably hard to stay on track during the lesson which causes him to end the class fifteen minutes early.
âweâll pick this up next class. see you all next week.â he clasps his hands together, signaling the end of period.
you stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder as gavin follows you like a loyal puppy. within steps of the exit, your professor calls out to you.
ây/n, can you stay after class, please?â rafe calls out towards you. his body was stiff and jaw tense. the usual glimmer in his eyes was replaced with a greenish tinge.
girls besides you sneered as you nodded your head, waiting until the rest of the students filtered out before you walked towards him.
âyes, professor?â you said, your voice bitingly sharp.
âwe didnât get to finish our conversation from last night.â he tisked, his eyes raking up and down your body. âyou left so abruptly.â
âwell, we were done tutoring, so i had no other reason to stay.â the words are sharp off your tongue, only encouraging him more.
he stared deeply into your eyes. his eyes held an ocean filled with lust and secrets. it was as if there was a siren in the waters, singing and drawing you in.
you broke eye contact, allowing your gaze to fall onto the ground. he chuckled as if he had won a bet. your cheeks blushed something fierce.
âmake a new friend today?â he asks as he moved his body around his desk. he was now standing directly in front of you, leaning on his desk. his dress shirt pulled against his body, emphasizing his impressively muscular arms.
he is a work of art.
you turn your head, âiâm not sure what you mean.â your voice was shaky and you werenât sure if it was because of the tension in the atmosphere or the tension between your legs.
âreally?â he challenges. âi could have sworn you were talking to that boy during my lecture.â
âit was just a conversation, rafe.â you reply, trying to keep your tone casual. however, your heart rate increased under the confines of your clothing.
he took a step closer, his proximity sending a shiver down your spine. âoh, iâm rafe now? what happened to professor? and it seemed like more than a conversation.â he murmurs, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. âi donât like seeing you flirt with other students.â
you swallow harshly. âyeah? and whyâs that?â your words were an attempt to maintain steady, but you knew who was controlling the conversation.
his lips curved into a smirk, his eyes darkening with desire. âyou donât have to pretend with me, y/n.â his voice was soft. he reaches out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. âi know you want this just as badly as i do.â
the fire burning in your core intensified.
âwe canât do this.â your mind was telling you no, but your heart was screaming yes. ây-youâre my professor, and iâm a student.â
âi know.â his voice was sultry. chills traveled along your skin as his finger traced your arm. âiâm no good for you, but doesnât that make this all so much better?â he leans in, whispering into your ear.
his lips dropped from your earlobe onto the skin of your neck. he sucks along the sensitive skin, biting ever so gently.
ârafe,â you breathe out. he hums in response, his arms wrapping around your body as he pulled you close. âkiss me.â
without any hesitation, his lips landed on yours. his lips were soft, yet demanding, moving against yours in a fiery rhythm. your hands instinctively found their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. his hands roamed your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between. the bulge beneath his dress pants began to grow.
you could feel the heat radiating from him, mixing with your own. the kiss depend, his tongue teasing your mouth. a moan escaped you, echoing around the empty classroom. he flipped you around, lifting you up, and sitting you on his desk. your legs separated as he stood in between them.
breaking the kiss, he gazed into your eyes, his lips still a shadow on yours. âdo you know how long iâve wanted to do that?â he whispered, his voice dripping with pure desire.
you were breathless in a haze of pleasure and desire. âwhat else have you wanted to do?â you look at him through your lashes. your doe, sweet eyes flicking a switch inside of him as he growls in response.
his hands traveled to the hem of your shirt before swiftly ripping it off. you sat clad in a black, lace bra, leaving little to the imagination.
âyouâre ethereal.â his words painted a pink flush on your cheeks.
one hand reaches behind your back, unclasping your bra and revealing your perky tits. you gasp as his mouth attaches onto one of your nipples, sucking voraciously.
your legs wrap around his waist as you melt into his touch. every rational thought fled your mind, replaced by a primal need to feel pleasure; to feel him.
ârafe,â your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling every time his tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple. he responded with a moan, dropping to his knees in front of you.
you took in the sight as he unclasped your jeans. his hair was a tousled mess, his lips swollen, face flushed, and eyes hungry with desire.
he pulled the material down your legs, discarding it elsewhere in the room. your matching lace panties made his mouth hang agape.
he looked up at you, âare you sure about this?â you nod, your body squirming in need of touch. he tisked with a grin, âi need words, sweetheart.â
âyes.â the words couldnât have left your lips faster.
the second he heard your consent, he dropped his head down to your lower body. he began at the edge of your thighs, licking a trail up to your inner thighs. his hands moved with purpose, swirling circles around your legs, but never in the one spot you desperately wanted.
he took his time, savoring each moment as he licked, kissed, and sucked the skin along your thighs and waist.
you wiggled as you grew impatient. he chuckled, taking a hint and suddenly pressing his tongue flat against the thin material of your black panties. your head fell back in pleasure.
he made quick work of pulling your panties to the side and licking a long stripe up your folds. your fingers find their way to his hair, where you tug and pull. that only encourages him more as he begins to lap up your core like a man starved. his nose pushes against your clit as his tongue penetrates deep inside you.
the sight of his handsome face buried between your legs made you whimper, clenching around nothing but his muscle. your juices covered the lower half of his face as he continued to please you.
âtaste so much better than i imagined.â he coos, shifting his focus from your hole to your bundle of nerves. you whimpered when his tongue circled around the little nub. he smirked against you.
âiâm gonna-â you interrupted yourself with a gasp as his ring and middle finger entered you. you stretched around his digits, leaving your mouth agape. he pulls away from your legs to look at you as he curls his fingers just the right way.
it wasnât long before he began pumping his fingers in and out of you at a merciless pace. you felt the knot in your stomach tightening as he continued his assault on your pussy.
and just as you were about to come undone on his fingers, he pulled them out. your eyes shot open and you opened your mouth to argue, but his lips crashed against yours in a hungry battle between tongues. he pulled away with a tisk.
âthink i was just going to reward you for being a brat?â he shook his head. âafter you flirted with that ass in front of everyone? gotta teach you a lesson, honey.â he undid his buckle and dress pants before allowing them to drop to the ground.
your eyes widened as he freed his thick length from the confines of his boxers. his tip was painfully throbbing, in need of release. he ran his finger over his tip, collecting precum and spreading it across his cock. he hisses at the feeling, only causing the ache between your legs to intensify.
he scoffs as you spread your legs wider for him. âsuch a needy little slut, huh? need your professors dick that bad? so pathetic.â his words send a shock straight to your core, making your legs twitch. he smirks as he steps between your legs. he grabs himself and teases your entrance. when his tip knocks at your clit thatâs when you turn into a cock drunk mess.
âplease, rafe. i need you so bad that it hurts.â his smirk widens as you beg. while keeping eye contact, he bottoms out completely in you. you want to scream at the pleasure, but all that falls from your mouth are whiney, pathetic whimpers.
he doesnât give you time to adjust before thrusting ruthlessly into your sopping cunt. his thick length stretches you out deliciously. his hand drops to your clit, rubbing in circular motions to ease the pain into pleasure.
his hand claps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head feel hazy. he continuously pounds into you. his tip kisses your cervix causing you to yell out in pure ecstasy. he smirks as he looks down at your stomach. with each thrust his cock bulges against your skin.
ârafe, itâs too much.â you breathe out, squirming around. his hand tightens around your throat and his other clings to your hips, holding you down as he fucks you.
âyou can fucking take it.â he spat, his lips connecting with yours. itâs a clash between teeth and tongues as the knot in your stomach intensifies.
he leans back in his heels, hitting a new angle. his dick hits your g-spot continuously, bringing you to your climax. you cream around his length and it spills onto the floor below you as he doesnât slow up on his thrusts.
you lay limp, clinging to his biceps as he spills inside of you. youâre thankful that youâre on the pill because nothing ever beat the feeling of his sperm painting your walls. breathlessly, he slows down his strokes. he pulls out, kneeling down and watching your mixed juices spill out of your worn-out core. using his fingers, he pushes his release back into you, marking you as his.
âi think you just earned some extra credit.â
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Title: Negligence.
Pairing: Yan!Geto Suguru x Reader x Yan!Gojo Satoru (JJK).
A Continuation of Nursle.
Word Count: 9.0k.
TW: Dub/Con - Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Kidnapping, Mentions of Pregnancy/Childbirth, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Lactation, Geto and Gojo Have Their Own Thing Going On That Is Entirely Separate From The Events of This Fic, and Age Gaps. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
[Part One] [Part Two]
Suguru wouldnât let you hold Himari.
Youâd offered to as he led you out of Suguruâs apartment, reached for her instinctively as he gently urged you into the passenger seat of a familiar black car, but Suguru was in a fugue state â eyes glassy, voice softened and tempered, a glazed smile painted over his lips. He kept Himari pressed against his shoulder, and then, when she started to stir, in his lap, bouncing idly on his knee as he drove. It was dangerous â for Himari and for you. You were tempted to tell him that, to insist on holding the daughter that wasnât supposed to belong to him, but then you remembered that he was a cult leader and a kidnapper and a murderer and you kept your mouth shut.
Instead, you kept your hands tucked between your thighs and your eyes focused on the passing landscape, on Tokyo as it dwindled from skyscrapers to rustic storefronts to backwoods. You thought of Megumi, first, surprisingly. Even if he didnât spend the night with Satoru, heâd notice if you werenât in class, tomorrow. Heâd be worried.
You wondered if Nanako and Mimiko had been worried when they suddenly couldnât find you in Suguruâs bedroom, where youâd spent the days following Himariâs birth recovering, when you stopped appearing at Suguruâs temple with a folder of worksheets and enough candy to keep two girls under ten engaged for a full ninety minutes. You wondered how Suguru explained your absence, if he bothered to explain it at all. You wondered how long theyâd hold it against you.
It was getting dark by the time you left the city entirely. With the setting sun to your backs, Suguru slipped onto a deserted seaside road and, still in that gentle tone, broke the silence. âWas it different?â And then, as Himari sniffled, âWith him, I mean. Different than it was for us.â
It took you a moment to realize that he was talking, another to recognize that you were supposed to answer. It was less that you were lost in thought and more that you were lost in the absence of it â your mind a vague, cloudy haze of static and fog and every other grey, disembodied, terrible thing that could seep its way into your consciousness and leave you entirely blank, entirely numb. It was all you could do to remember how to open your mouth, let alone piece an intelligent response together. âWith Satoru?â
âSatoru,â Suguru repeated, almost disdainfully. âIt took you months to call by my given name.â
You couldnât deny that, although part of you was tempted to try. Because it was true. Because it had.
Because it was different â or, it had been, at least. Things had moved so quickly, with Satoru. Heâd gone from a stranger to a stalker to something not totally unlike a partner in a handful of hours, and youâd watched it all from a distance, never fully able to shake that strange sense of liminality. He was rich, and stable, and heâd never suggested that you quit your job or attempted to lock you up in his mansion of an apartment, as trapped as youâd felt. Heâd raped you, but you couldnât say you believed Suguru wouldnât have, had you not been so terrified of what would happen if you ever tried to remove any part of yourself from his control. You knew, rationally, that they had to be around the same age, that Satoru shared every quirk and every immaturity thatâd once made you disgusted to so much consider Suguru in a romantic light, but it was different. When you first met Satoru, youâd seen him as a parent, a provider, a man who wanted to raise your daughter (albeit, with or without your consent). When you first met Suguru, youâd seen him as a boy who fell asleep in temple gardens and pretended not to be as scared as he really was, and if you were being entirely honest with yourself, youâd never really been able to stop seeing him that way. Â
Suguru clicked his tongue. He still wanted an answer, but it was all you could do to shrug, to let your gaze drift back to the passing landscape. âI donât know,â you admitted. âI donât think I wouldâve wanted to marry him either, if heâd asked me to.â
You heard Suguru shift, the engine rev. He started to say something, but a shrill, ear-piercing, howl of a cry cut him off. You didnât need to check to know it was Himari, and to know why.
âSheâs hungry.â You spoke without thinking, snapping toward your daughter. Youâd been on your way to feed her when you found Suguru next to her cradle, meaning she was already more than an hour past due. Himari didnât cry often, but when she did, it was usually for a good reason. Yet another trait that mustâve come from Suguru â had she taken more closely after you, she might not have done anything but cry.
Something crossed across Suguruâs expression; a flash of irritation, a spark of anger, but nothing more violent, nothing lasting. He cooled back into stoic neutrality as one of his hands fell away from the wheel and to the back of your daughterâs onesie â lifting her out of her lap and depositing her unceremoniously in your arms, his eyes never leaving the road. âCan you take care of it?â
It. You had to dig your teeth into the side of your tongue just to stop from saying something youâd regret, from telling him not to talk about your daughter like some unfeeling, inanimate object, not to talk about her at all. You were in a car with a murderer, and you couldnât forget that just because of some misplaced, motherly paranoia.
Instead, you looked around for a jacket, a blanket, something to cover yourself with, and when you found the car utterly and entirely barren, you settled for turning away from him and struggling the sleeve of your dress off of your shoulder. You went through the motions mechanically, automatically â cooing and running your fingers through Himariâs soft hair as she latched on, little hands grasping the scrunched fabric of your dress as she practically fed herself. You preferred formula, especially with Satoru breathing down your neck, but you didnât have much of a choice.
A minute passed in relative silence, Himariâs crying slowly fading back into her usual incoherent, but relatively cheerful babbling. Eventually, her little eyes fluttered shut, and you pulled her away, holding her against your shoulder as she fell asleep. When sheâd gone quiet, Suguru glanced toward you out of the corner of his eye. You saw him stiffen, straighten, then felt the car veer off the road and come to an abrupt, jeering stop.
You held Himari that much closer as Suguru let himself out. He took his time â his fingertips brushing over the hood as he made his way to your side of the vehicle, opening your door and nodding to the side. âYou can leave her on the seat. I promise, Iâll try to be fast.â
You clung to Himari, who shifted restlessly against you. âYou really canât leave newborns unattended, she mightââ
âIâll be fast.â That smile was back in full force, albeit cast in shadow by the quickly dimming light. âIâve missed you.â
You didnât want to, but he was using that tone, again â the one that meant he was already running out of patience. Leaving Himari tucked against the backrest, you let Suguru take your hand and pull you out of your seat. No sooner were you on your feet than the door was slammed shut behind you, then Suguruâs hands were on your waist, pinning you against the side of the car. The heat of the dark metal sapped into your back, your shoulders as Suguruâs mouth found its way to the side of your neck, the crook. âIâve missed you,â he repeated, his voice airy, edging on desperation. âI thought something happened to you. You were gone, and I couldnât find her, and I thought someone mustâve taken you, orââ
His voice cut out. He didnât draw back, but one of his hands fell away from your waist, reappearing on the neckline of your dress. His movements were hasty, rushed, like he couldnât tear the fabric off of your shoulders and down your chest quickly enough. You werenât wearing a bra, but even if you had been, you doubt it wouldâve been much more of a barrier. A chilled sea breeze washed over your exposed chest as Suguruâs mouth fell from your throat to your collarbone, and then to the curve of your breast, lingering. âWanted to do this since you got pregnant,â he muttered, as something heavy and spiked dropped from your diaphragm to the pit of your stomach. âHeld off for the baby, but sheâs had more than enough time with you.â
For a brief moment, every intelligent part of your mind seemed to slow, stall, then stop altogether. You opened your mouth, ready to ask what he meant, but unfortunately, you werenât given the chance to be so painfully oblivious.
Suguruâs lips latched onto your left nipple, and anything you mightâve said was replaced with a hitched whimper.
He was rougher than he really had to be, than his daughter had ever been. The only thing you could think to compare him to, deservedly, was Satoru; just as forceful, just as loud, just as sickeningly eager. The only difference was his tempo. Satoru had always been too giddy not to rush, eager to steal a kiss before you left for work or wake you up with a hand lodged between your thighs, but Suguru seemed content to act as if he had all the time in the world, as if you were somewhere more private than the shoulder of a public road. The flat of his tongue lulled over your nipple as he drank, his free hand coming up to paw at your other breast in almost meditative patterns. You tried to shut your eyes, to block out the wet sounds of his lips working against your skin, but as routine as it was supposed to be, there was little you could do not to hear an occasional, satisfied grunt, not to feel a certain amount of relief as the pressure youâd learned to ignore began to dissipate. His teeth grazed against your skin, and reflexively, your hand found the back of his head, nails biting into his scalp. Rather than pull away, Suguru seemed to purr â the noise deep and throaty, reverberating against you as he leaned that much closer, as he shifted and you felt something stiff press into your thigh. Donât think about it, you forced yourself to chant in the back of your mind, trying to remember all the age-old coping mechanisms youâd used when you were with him, all the coping mechanisms youâd forgotten after realizing that they wouldnât work on someone as unpredictable as Satoru. You couldnât think about it. You couldnât put a name to it. You couldnât acknowledge that sucking on chest was in any way connected to the hard, pulsing cock pressing into yourâ
But you didnât have a choice. Suguru gasped, his breath hitching, and then he was drawing away from you, his forehead resting against your collarbone as a hand fell to the waistband of his jeans, freeing his cock â already stiff, already leaking into his palm. âI missed you.â Youâd lost track of how many times heâd repeated the same meaningless phrase, but this time, his voice shook, misery seeping out from each fractured syllable. You mightâve felt more pity, but any sympathy you mightâve been able to feel for him was quickly drowned out by the material of your skirt being gathered in handfuls at your waist, his cock finding its way between your plush thighs. His larger body kept yours in place as he rutted against you, his open mouth leaking drool and milk and all the other ungodly things you could imagine onto your chest. It was embarrassing, really â just how tightly you kept your eyes shut, like a child walking through their first haunted house. Like all the bad things in the world would go away just because you couldnât see them. âFor weeks, I couldnâtâI didnât know where you were, I thoughtââ
His form jolted against yours. You felt it â a sudden, liquid heat against your thighs, a sudden tension where Suguruâs chest pressed into yours â at the same time you felt the first tear fall, searing your skin where it made contact. There was another, then yet another, before you finally realized what was happening.
Suguru was crying.
Huh.
Heâd never done that, before.
Finally, you forced yourself to open your eyes. Rather than attempting to look at Suguru, to see if his shoulders were shaking as violently as it felt like they were, your gaze moved outward, first to the bay, then to the sky â as black as spilled ink, now that the last traces of light had faded. As black as Suguruâs eyes.
You carded your fingers through his hair as he cried silently into your shoulder, never making a sound. Minutes passed before he spoke again, but you let him be the one to break the silence. âI donât get it.â You hummed, and he went on. âI donât understand why you didnât try to leave him, too.â
âI mightâve, eventually. If Iâd had more time.â
âBut you didnât.â His blunt nails bit into your waist with enough force to sting, but you didnât say anything. âI donât understand why you didnât.â
You didnât try to answer.
~
Suguru stopped at a gas station to clean himself up. You stayed in the car, clutching Himari to your chest, attempting not to flinch as her tiny hands pulled at your hair and grabbed at your skirt â searching for something to do, to entertain herself with. The rest of the drive passed in relative silence. Suguru didnât try to make conversation, and even if youâd wanted to, you wouldnât know where to start.
Finally, Suguru turned down an unpaved backroad, and far too soon, you were in front of a house you recognized. The architecture was traditional, the design compact, but you could remember Suguru saying that he and the girls didnât need much. Later on, when he decided you shouldnât be allowed to wander any farther than his line of sight during your pregnancy, heâd played with the idea of a larger property â something that could accommodate a growing family. If heâd ever had any real plans, they mustâve been abandoned after you left.
âWeâre only stopping by,â Suguru explained, as he moved to step out. You didnât wait for him this time â shouldering the door open and pulling yourself to your feet before he could decide he needed to drag you out of the car himself. âThereâs a nursery attached to the master bedroom. The girls can look after Himari while weâre gone.â
Your breathing hitched, then stopped altogether.
The girls.
Youâd managed to forget youâd have to see them, tonight. Suguru wouldâve been enough to handle on his own.
You tried to take a step back, more out of reflex than anything, but your legs were unsteady, unreliable. You stumbled, but before you could so much as start to fall, Suguru was by your side, one hand on your arm and the other underneath Himari. He started to say something, but you were faster, louder. âIâI canât. Theyâll be soâI knew you wouldnât hurt them, but I shouldnât haveââ
âTheyâll be just fine.â He wasnât crying, anymore. Instead, he took on the inflection, the stature heâd worn when you first met him â when heâd been the level-headed priest and youâd been a distraught non-believe desperate for help. If you hadnât known better, if you couldnât still see the reddened skin around his eyes, you mightâve called his composure sadistic. âAnd theyâve been waiting for you all night. Wouldnât it be cruel to disappoint them now?â
It'd be crueler to make them face the woman whoâd married their father and abandoned them without a second thought, but you doubted Suguru would agree. He was already curling his arm around yours, already guiding you towards the rustic villa. Whatever daze was keeping you from losing your mind entirely mustâve worn-off sometime during the drive. It was all you could do to keep yourself on your feet as you edged closer, closer to the front door. You were walking down the unpaved driveway, then standing on the wooden porch, and then, Suguru was ushering you inside â taking Himari out of your arms as you passed over the threshold. You didnât try to resist. He wouldnât ask the girls to hurt her, not after how long heâd spent holding the idea of a new, adorably helpless little sister over their heads, and wherever he was going to do to you after this, you didnât want Himari involved. You didnât want to give him an excuse to use her against you.
Suguru moved further into the villa, but you froze in the entryway. You could already hear the little, rushing footsteps, already picture the betrayal in their eyes, the questions theyâd ask you and the answers you wouldnât be able to give them. Theyâd hate you. They had to already hate you. You abandoned them, and they would know you abandoned them, and they wouldâ
Two arms wrapping around your legs, the force of a smaller body crashing into yours. You glanced down and found Mimiko, clinging to your waist, her face buried in the material of your skirt. She wasnât crying, but you could see her shoulders shaking, feel her nails digging into your thigh through the thin fabric. Reflexively, you reached down, resting a hand on top of her head and moving to nudge her away gently, to see if she needed help, but she only clung to you that much tighter.
Nanako was there, too, but she hadnât latched onto you. Unlike her sister, she kept her distance, hands ringing the hem of her sweater as she stared pointedly at the floor. âGeto-sama told us what happened,â she explained, while Mimiko mumbled something incoherent and affirmative into your skirt. âHe said that sorcerer â the white-haired one â took you and Himari away.â There was a pause, a quick glance in your direction. âHe promised he wouldnât let it happen again.â
Her eyes met yours, and suddenly, her nervous posture, the measured distance left between you and her â it made sense. You recognize the light in her eyes, or rather, the lack therefore.
It was the same shadow her fatherâs eyes took on, when he looked at you.
Whatever lie heâd told them, Nanako clearly didnât believe it. Mimiko â sweet and loyal and prone to holding onto the things she loved like there was someone could come and take them away at any time â wouldâve believed Suguru if he told her that world ended every time she closed her eyes, but Nanako was more pragmatic. She knew something was wrong. You doubted she would speak to you at all if she knew just how wrong, but still.
Swallowing your guilt, you lowered yourself to one knee and hugged Mimiko properly, squeezing her for one beat, then another, before letting her go entirely. Nanako was next. For all her reservations, she was running towards you as soon as you opened your arms to her, crashing into your chest and clinging to you twice as tightly as her sister had. âIâm sure he wonât,â you mumbled into her hair. And then, pulling back, âI know I was gone for a while, but itâs alright. The sorcerer Geto-sama told you about â he just wanted a little advice. He had two children he was raising all on his own, just like Geto. He heard all about how wonderful you two are, and wanted to know if I could stay and show him how to bring up the best kids in the world.â A kiss on either forehead, a thumb drawn over Mimikoâs cheeks to wipe away the tears she was frantically (and unsuccessfully) attempting to paw away on her own. âBut, although I was very flattered, I told him that I had to go home. I knew you two would be fine, of course, but letâs face it â Geto wouldnât last a day without me.â
It was your turn to pause, now, to lower your voice into something secretive. Mimiko was still sniffling, still determined to keep her face buried in her hands or your shoulder, but you made sure to meet Nanakoâs eyes, to sound as sincere as you could â even if complete honesty was beyond you, at the moment. âDonât tell Geto, but I missed you two most of all.â
Nanako looked like she wanted to say something. She almost did, too â tensing, opening her mouth, but she shut it again just as quickly, her eyes falling back to the ground in a sharp, violently narrow glare.
The pain was instant and beyond words. You wanted to pull her and Mimiko close again, to squeeze them tight and promise you wouldnât leave them, not again, to apologize when youâd inevitably have to for the sake of a sister you hadnât given them time to love. You wanted toâ
You heard Suguruâs footsteps, felt his hand on your shoulder, and every thought you mightâve had that wasnât devoted to your daughterâs well-being was gone.
Rather than embracing the girls, you drew back from them. Suguru pulled you gently to your feet, his hand falling from your shoulder to your elbow before wrapping around your wrist. âKeep an eye on your sister.â You could only be thankful there was still an ounce of warmth in his voice, as he addressed the girls. â(Y/n) and I have one more errand to run. Weâre trusting you two to look after her, until we come back.â
You mightâve added something, made sure they both knew that you really had missed them, but Suguru was already drawing you towards the door â still ajar. The last thing you saw was Nanako taking Mimiko by the wrist before the door was slammed shut, and you were left entirely alone with Suguru.
~
Of all the places you expected him to take you, his temple hadnât made the list.
His followers mustâve been sent away for the night, and the propertyâs attendants either dismissed or told to stay in their dorms. Every window was dark and shuttered, the gates locked and the doors bared. As you followed Suguru across the desolate courtyard and into the main shrine, you tried to think of places you wouldâve wanted to be taken to, but came up empty. Part of you had been expecting the cheap, equally lifeless chain motels heâd shown a fondness for during your pregnancy, or worse, the hotel where youâd spent your first night together. Another, larger, quieter part had been able to imagine him driving into the deepest, darkest forest he could find and having his monstrous spirits tear you to shreds before you could so much as scream.
His ultimate destination was far from shocking, and yet, you still felt your heart drop into your stomach as he led you into his darkened sanctuary. As if in preparation, two tapered candles had been left burning in metal trays on either side of the screen door, and Suguru took one up as he passed by. You were left to linger in the doorway as, with a surprising meticulousness, he lit the candles scattered throughout the sanctuary, casting the open space in an ebbing golden glow. When he was finished, he collapsed onto his raised dais â perched on its edge, rather than laid across it. He almost looked out of place, without his usual costume, his usual posture. He almost looked his age.
You didnât move. Running seemed impossible, but so did breaking the silence, doing anything to make yourself an active participant in Suguruâs bizarre ritual rather than a passive observer, a prop to be moved from place to place with little thought as to where you might want to be. A moment passed in silence, then another. Finally, he cracked. âSit down.â
You didnât move. âAre you going to kill me?â
He didnât react. âAll I asked you to do was sit down, love.â
âAre you going to kill Himari?â
He flinched into himself, going crooked. Something like hurt passed across his expression, as genuine as it was hypocritical.
He didnât respond, but either out of pity or remorse or a lack of anything else to do, you found yourself closing the gap between you and him, setting yourself down on the edge of his platform. Immediately, his head fell onto your shoulder, his hand to your thigh, as if he was afraid youâd leave him again if he didnât cling to you. ââŠI thought about breaking your legs,â he confessed, without prompting. âI was angry, when I realized you hadnât been taken by force. I thought Iâd be able to do it in Satoruâs apartment, leave enough blood to make him think Iâd killed you, butââ There was a pause, a slow shake of his head. âI donât know. I guess I waited too long, lost the nerve or something.â
âIâm glad you didnât.â And then, when he shifted curiously beside you, âIt wouldâve scared the girls. Theyâre already having such a hard time.â
At that, Suguru melted entirely against you. There was an airy laugh, a small sigh, and you felt his hand on your hip, his thumb drawing loose patterns into your side. âSo considerate,â he muttered, nuzzling into the dip of your shoulder. âMaybe, one day, youâll care about me like that, too.â
A knot formed in the back of your throat. It wasnât that you didnât care for him â or, that you hadnât, before he made it clear that the ways you were capable of caring for him werenât enough. If you hadnât felt anything for him, none of this wouldâve ever happened. If heâd been satisfied to let you feel the same way about him that you felt about his daughters, it would never have gotten this bad. If youâd just laid back and let him fuck you the first time heâd asked, he wouldâve lost interest in you months ago. You almost said so, too, tensed and opened your mouth and everything, but Suguru was moving before you had the chance to spit something out, his mouth crashing into yours with all the care and all the tenderness of a blunt object shattering bone. His teeth cut into your bottom lip, his body pressing into yours with enough force to throw you off balance, but his arms were already around your waist, keeping you upright. It was less that he slid off of the dais and more that he collapsed â dropping onto his knees at your feet, as little difference as it made in terms of height. He never let you stray very far, but tonight, he seemed determined never to leave more than a hairâs width of space between your body and his. His lips fell from your mouth to your neck, his hands finding their way to your hips. One darted for your neckline, but dropped back to your waist just as suddenly â all ten fingers soon burrowed into the plush of your waist.
âYour dress.â He wasnât panting, wasnât grinning, wasnât laughing. His voice reverberated dully against the base of your throat, his pointed canines scraping over your skin as he spoke. âTake it off.â
You swallowed. Normally, he preferred to undress and re-dress you himself. Youâd been scolded more than once for thinking you had any right to decide what you wore without his loving input, and when pressed, he claimed it was a show of love; proof of his dedication, his devotion.
This wasnât about love, though, or dedication, or any other flowery word heâd ever used with you.
This was about control.
Your hands shook as you raised them to the back of your dress, finding the row of corset-type strings keeping the loose material in place. You fumbled with the knot for seconds, but Suguru was patient, willing to wait until the bodice fell away from your chest entirely, pooling at your midriff. You werenât wearing a bra (again, an extremely difficult habit not to get into with a newborn at home), and one of Suguruâs hands came up, a scarred palm cupping your breast with enough force to bruise. You remembered, dimly, the time heâd spent pulled over by the side of the road earlier that day, but the memory was foggy, already so far away. You wouldnât have been surprised if all of this seemed like one hazy, distant dream by tomorrow morning.
He detached from you suddenly, pulling away and kneeling on the sanctuary floor. Rather than relief, you only felt the world distort more violently around you; your pulse slowing and your vision burning as you clumsily pushed yourself to your feet, allowing your dress to fall away entirely. You moved to sit back down, but Suguru caught you before you could â his fist wrapping around your ankle, then skirting upward, settling gingerly against your thigh as his dark, soulless eyes raked over you. His stare caught on your panties, and his expression darkened. âIâm going to kill him.â
You didnât have to ask what he meant. The pair had been Satoruâs pick; not quite a gift, but something given to you, regardless. They matched his aesthetics â needlessly detailed, smothered in lace, cast a shade of light blue so pale, it bordered on ivory. With how expensive Satoruâs tastes tended to run, you were sure the set had cost a fortune, but the priceless fabric gave away without protest as Suguru slipped two fingers under the waistband and tore. The ruined article fell away before you could so much as process that heâd moved.
Suguruâs impressive patience waned quickly. In the same motion, he pushed himself to his feet and took you into his arms, carrying you against his chest onto the dais, then to the altar pressed against the far wall. The scrolls laid across it were sent to floor with a single movement of his arm, and in the blink of an eye, you were laid across the polished wood, Suguru on his knees between your open legs. Your mouth opened, but there was no time to protest, to call out before his face was buried between his thighs, tongue lapping over the length of your slit. Still, you grit your teeth, bracing yourself to sit up, to tell him toâ
Oh.
He'd gotten his tongue pierced, sometime after you left.
He was shameless. A rounded, jeweled stud dragged over your pussy, circling your clit with no pattern or pace, no intention other than to taste you. Never content to leave you to your own devices, he kept his hands wrapped around your hips, pinning you to the surface of the altar as he tried to all-but swallow you whole. It was messy, and overzealous, and worst of all, it was good. It was a matter of seconds before a mixture of spit and arousal stained the inside of your thighs and dripped from his chin, less than a full minute before you had to concentrate just to keep yourself from squirming underneath him. Not that it wouldâve mattered, if you had. Suguru had always been playful in bed, content to milk reactions out of you with measured precision and careful vigilance, but that had been when you at least attempted to present yourself as willing. Right now, anything you mightâve felt seemed secondary to Suguruâs pleasure; satisfied groans soon joining the slick, wet noise ricocheting off the walls of his sanctuary. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip, crossed your arms over your face, but neither distraction helped to stifle the feeling of his lips latching onto your clit, suckling on it with all the care and all the delicacy of a butcherâs knife cutting into lifeless flesh. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes by the time he pulled away, but the pressure was immediately replaced by the bridge of his nose grinding harshly against the bundle of nerves, his tongue slipping past your entrance to curl against the most vulnerable parts of your cunt.
He let out another reverberating moan, and reflexively, your hand shot to the back of his head, your fingers soon tangled in his dark hair. One of his hands fell from your waist, and for a moment, you thought he was moving to pry away yours, that he didnât want you touching him. But, fortunately or otherwise, his attention wasnât on you. Instead, he reached for the elastic band holding his hair in place, pulling it out with enough force to snap the cheap plastic. You didnât realize what he was trying to do until you felt him lean into your palm, his eyes fluttering shut as he melted into the semblance of your touch.
If youâd been capable of feeling anything more towards Suguru than you already did, you mightâve found the sight pitiful.
At the moment, though, you werenât in a place to be quite so sentimental. It was all you could do to knot his hair around your fingers as you felt tight and hot form in your core, as your thighs threatened to snap shut around his head. You bit into the inside of your check with enough force to draw blood as Suguru moaned shamelessly, as he dragged you that much closer. It was too easy to forget to care whether or not heâd enjoyed it, too reflexive to gather his hair in your first and pull, to buck involuntarily into his mouth, toâ
Suguru drew back suddenly, pushing himself to his feet. Thankfully, you caught yourself before you could feel disappointment, and after a few shallow breaths, found the strength to follow his stare away from you and towards the sanctuary door. Instantly, your heart stopped beating, the blood running cold in your veins.
Satoru stood in the doorway, cast in shadow save for his bright, piercing eyes. One of his hands was still wrapped around the doorframe, while the other hung limp at his side, cupping a small, pulsing ball ofâŠÂ light?
You didnât have time to think about it. Suguru acted swiftly â pulling you into his arms and onto his lap, seating himself on the altar where youâd previously laid. âDrop it,â he said, his tone cold, cutting, not unlike an owner talking to his disobedient pet. Heâd been short with you all night, but you couldnât say heâd ever spoken to you quite like that. âBefore you do something youâll regret.â
The light dimmed before disappearing entirely, but Satoru didnât move. He didnât do anything, but you could feel it â a drop in the sanctuaryâs temperature, a change in the air pressure, something deep and intrinsic that you didnât want to be a part of. Reflexively, you tried to stand, to move, but Suguru held you tight, an arm barred over your midriff.
Despite everything, Satoru was the first to break the silence, albeit without doing anything to make that intangible tension any more bearable. âI should kill you.â
âYou should.â Suguruâs fingertips dug into your side. âThose are your orders, arenât they? Or are you going to put off delivering my head to the higher-ups for another three years?â
Whatever he was talking about, Satoru didnât seem interested in acknowledging it. âYou took my girls.â
âYou fucked my wife.â
At that, something seemed to break. Suguruâs chest pressed into your back as Satoruâs eyes shut, as he sucked in a harsh breath and broke out into a fanged grin, the sharpest youâd ever seen him wear. âYeah. Yeah, I did.â He took a step forward, all hostility gone in favor of a sort of manic, unpredictable buzz. You didnât know whether to be relieved that there was a slightly diminished chance youâd be caught in the middle of their fight to the death or terrified at the thought that they might want to do anything but tear out each othersâ throats. âI fucked her after she left you. Bet you canât stand it â knowing youâre not the only one who gets to run away.â
Suguru, for all his faults, didnât flinch. Heâd always had an even-temper at the worst of time. âWhat do you want, âtoru?â
Satoruâs stare fell away from Suguru and onto you. His expression softened, taking on an almost apologetic lilt. Almost, but not quite.
âNot much,â he admitted, with a shrug. Even from a distance, even in the dark, you could tell his nonchalance was forced. âJust to say goodbye, make sure my pretty girlâs gonna be taken care of. Gotta wrap up loose ends, nâ all that.â
Suguru, for his part, seemed far from convinced. His grip didnât loosen; if anything, he only held you closer. âAnd why should I let you?â
âBecause I love her?â And then, with another step toward the altar, âBecause you know I could wipe this building off the face of the planet, if I wanted to.â Â
Pragmatic as he was, Suguru seemed to consider it. The hand over your side flexed, a chin settling against the dip of your shoulder, and beneath you, his stiff cock pressed into your ass â either unaffected or worse, fueled on by Satoruâs interruption. You were still attempting not to dwell on the implications when Suguru responded, level-headed as always.
âIf you try anything, Iâll kill the baby.â
The second before a car crash, the spark where two wires failed to connect. For the longest time, you couldnât seem to process what heâd said or how it couldâve been so gut-wrenchingly terrible. Rather than pull away, you flattened yourself against him, glancing over your shoulder. You opened your mouth, but the ability to speak was suddenly beyond you, set deliberately out of your reach. He didnât mean it. He couldnât mean it, and yet, his expression was stoic, unchanging, the pinnacle of neutrality. There was no laugh from Satoru either, forced or otherwise. Still, he kept up his smile. As if Suguru hadnât said anything of consequence. As if either of them had any right to so much as touch your daughter.
Satoru didnât respond to the threat, nor did Suguru urge him to. Almost mechanically, Suguruâs arm fell away from your midriff, and with little more than a nudge to the back of your shoulder, you were on your feet, vulnerable and shaking on the center of the raised dais. You could still feel a mix of slick and saliva coating the inside of your thighs, and you had to swallow the urge to make a grab for your clothes, to put yourself through the humiliation of being forced to strip twice in one night.
 Thankfully, tragically, you were liberated from any illusion of free choice swiftly. Without protest from Suguru, Satoru stepped onto the dais and took you by the hand, either overlooking or failing to acknowledge the panic in your eyes in favor of intertwining his fingers with yours and squeezing gently, as if you could still believe he genuinely wanted to comfort you. Rather than pulling you into his arms, dragging you down to the floor, he looked to Suguru, cocking his head to the side. âGet up.â
Suguruâs lips quirked downward, but he obeyed, pushing himself to his feet. âHow blasphemous.â
Now, he pulled you off of your feet. In a moment, you were in his arms, and the next, you were perched on the altar, your back pressed against the wall and your legs spread around Satoruâs waist. âBlasphemous,â Satoru echoed, his voice low but plainly audible in the silence of the sanctuary. âwould be fucking the most beautiful woman in the world on the ground. Thatâs why Iâm her favorite â âcause Iâm so considerate.â
No part of you trusted Suguru. No part of you preferred Suguru to Satoru, or the other way around. No part of you thought that, unless your life or his pride was threatened, heâd ever lift a finger to help you, but you found yourself glancing toward him out of the corner of your eye, doing your best to silently communicate that you needed to get out of here. Instead of sympathy, jealousy, you only found an idle smirk, a glassy sheen over his eyes that you could only imagine youâd mirrored for most of the day. âYouâre not the one sheâs married to, idiot.â
There was a dip, a surprisingly fleeting kiss to your lips, then your jaw, then your throat. âBut she would get with me if you were out of the picture, right?â The question was punctuated with a nip to your collarbone, a hand dropped low enough to cup your pussy. The heel of his palm ground into your clit as two fingers pushed into your soaked cunt, spreading apart and scissoring you open. You tried to bow your head, to keep your eyes closed and your mouth shut, but you were still sensitive from your ruined climax, still so painfully exposed, and there was nothing you could do to bite back the cracked whines and pitiful mewls that slipped through your pursed lips. It was far from verbal confirmation, but Satoru hummed, grinned against your chest as if youâd sung his praises. âIâd get you a nicer ring, nicer house, nicer honeymoon. Always make sure youâre good nâ taken care of while Suguruâs busy playing god.â
Suguru huffed, and Satoru fell into a steady pace, adding a third digit as he carelessly fucked his fingers into your cunt. You didnât hear him move, but before you could brace yourself, Suguru was at your side, leaning onto the altar to cup your face and trace over your jaw with the pad of his thumb. âI take care of you, donât I?â You opened your mouth reflexively, ready to tell him that you were sorry, that you didnât want him to touch you, that you wanted this to stop, but he was faster than you, more malicious. His thumb was forced past your lips before you could make a sound, pressed against the flat of your tongue with just enough force for your jaw to ache in protest. âI canât blame Satoru for not being able to see that, though. Not when you treat me so cruelly.â
Cruelly. Youâd never been cruel â at least, no crueler than you absolutely needed to be to survive. You felt pins and needles prick at the corners of your eyes before you noticed your vision blurring, before tears were streaming down either side of your face in boiling tracks. Satoru purred in sympathy, falling low and nuzzling into the tender spot at the base of your throat, flicking his wrist and burying himself inside of you to the knuckle. âYou donât have to worry, I know heâs the mean one.â
He was whispering, but that didnât matter. He was too close, too awful for each word not to be absolutely deafening, for each little movement of his hand not to leave your nails scraping against the smooth wood of the altar, searching for purchase you wouldnât find. Time was moving too quickly, it had been since you arrived at the temple. You couldnât scream, couldnât pull away, couldnât breathe before Satoru pressed an open-mouthed kiss into the side of your neck and you were coming undone around his fingers, your thighs locking around his arm and keeping his digits inside of you until you could remember how to suck in a gasping inhale, until the last of the aftershocks faded and you could bring yourself to open your eyes. It wasnât until the warmth of Satoruâs mouth fell away from your neck that you noticed the strange, copper tinge spread over your tongue, that you registered the absence of Suguruâs hand against your jaw. When you thought to look in his direction, he was evaluating his own hand. A thin, red line formed a dotted ring around the base of his thumb. You mustâve bitten down, at some point.
You mustâve hurt him.
Fear drowned out any satisfaction there mightâve been. He mentioned deciding against breaking your legs, earlier; was there any chance heâd change his mind? Would Satoru be able to stop him, if he tried to hurt you? Would Satoru even want to stop him? Himari was still alone, still in danger, and you wouldnât be able to get to her if you couldnât walk. You wouldnât be able to stop Suguru fromâ
Satoru reached out, his hand curling around Suguruâs wrist and dragging it down to his height. With Satoruâs guidance, Suguruâs thumb came to rest against his bottom lip, then slipped into Satoruâs mouth entirely, his lips soon sealed around its base. There was a second or two of stillness, a swallowing-type noise too loud to ignore despite your best attempts not to hear it, and then, Suguru was pulling away and Satoruâs lips were crashing into yours.
It was strange for Suguru to be so clumsy, but you couldnât bring yourself to be as surprised by Satoruâs lack of polish. It was all you could do to choke back a renewed sob as his mouth moved against yours, as his pointed teeth ghosted over your lips and grazed the underside of your tongue. He was all instinct, no logic, and when you tried to straighten, to leave enough room between you and him to catch your breath, he only seemed to want you closer. His hands were on your waist, then your arms, then your chest, never satisfied unless he could dig his claws into the most tender parts of you, and this time, when his canines grazed over your lips, he wasnât satisfied to leave your connection at contact alone. He let out a shameless moan as he lapped at the puncture wound, warm blood leaking down your chin and pooling on your chest where it pressed into his. Again, you looked to Suguru for help, and again, you immediately wished you hadnât bothered.
He wasnât perched on the altar, anymore. No â heâd shifted, slinked, positioned himself behind Satoru where he was bent at the waist. He caught your eye as his arms snaked around Satoruâs midriff, as Satoru arched his back to better take advantage of the new contact. There was the distant, muffled sound of fabric rustling, a keening whine from Satoru, and then, Suguruâs hand was curled around Satoruâs stiff, leaking cock â pumping over the shaft while his dark eyes burned holes into yours. âGet it over with,â he muttered, the bitter sterility of his tone a sharp juxtaposition to the grin creeping across his expression. âBefore I remember why I want you dead.â
Satoru didnât have to be coaxed into compliance. No, he let himself be eased into place, let Suguru slot himself against his back as he carefully aligned Satoruâs flushed tip to your entrance. Even after heâd let go, his hands finding the edge of the altar on either side of you, Satoru failed to move on his own. You could feel him drifting from your lips to your throat, then lower â to the crook of your neck, a spot Suguruâd always favored. Vaguely, you were aware of his lips moving against your skin, of warm breath fanning over your chest and leaving frost wherever itâd touched. His voice was muffled by proximity, but whether or not you could hear him didnât really matter. You wouldâve recognized those three little words from a thousand miles away.
âI love you.â
If youâd been able to laugh, you wouldâve.
At least Satoru didnât expect you to say it back.
Suguru mustâve missed it â that, or he was beyond the point of caring. His teeth sunk into the nape of Satoruâs neck, and then, something hot and piercing was inside of you.
This time, you couldnât stop yourself from crying out. A fractured moan tumbled past your lips as Satoru immediately fell into a brutal pace; all that teasing tenderness gone the moment your pussy was wrapped around his cock. Suguru didnât pull away, but he didnât help, either; straightening his back and gazing down at you with that same foggy, absent, pleased expression. It took you a moment to put a name to it; lovestruck, all glassy eyes and hollow smiles, any anger hidden behind a thick curtain of glazed-over satisfaction. Heâd never looked away from you, but when you met his eyes, he seemed to soften even further, his shoulders dropping as he brought a hand to the small of Suguruâs back, spurring him on. âHeâs always been this bad.â  Suguru let out a keening whine into your shoulder, and Suguru chuckled airily. âLike a dog in heat. Youâd think be as desperate as one, too, but apparently, his standards are too high for him to do anything but act like a whore.â
You couldnât take it â the way Satoruâs hips crashed into yours, how his pubic bone ground against your clit, the pure venom interlaced with Suguruâs velvet-soft tone. You knew that it was useless, childish, but you couldnât swallow down the cracked sob that rose up from somewhere deep and unprotected in your chest, couldnât hold back the tears now flowing freely down your cheeks. Suguruâs smile widened, his sharpened teeth catching the dull candlelight, but Satoru was kind enough not to be so observant. His attention was dedicated entirely to fucking into you as quickly and as deeply as possible; his cock never less than half buried. You felt him twitch, and before you could hold yourself back, your hands were on his back, your nails embedded in pale skin and tearing upward every time he bottomed out and sent a new type of agony coursing through your system. âStop, stop, I canâtââ
âYou can.â Clipped, concise, dripping with stone-cold affection. Youâd be surprised if you ever heard any warmth in Suguruâs voice again. âThat is, unless youâd like to break two hearts on the same night.â
Your mouth was still open, but you couldnât answer. Satoru groaned as he rutted into you, his pace growing that much more erratic, his hips grinding into yours. He pulled you into another deep, copper-tinged kiss as he pressed his body flush to yours, as you felt something thick and hot and soul-crushingly familiar flood into you. It mightâve been the sensitivity, or the overstimulation, or the herbal stench of incense left to burn for a minute too long finally taking its toll â it didnât really matter, either way. No explanation couldâve dampened the feeling of your cunt clenching tight around him, couldâve prevented the utter desolation of cumming on Satoruâs cock.
It seemed to go on for the longest time â second after second of thoughtless, helpless pleasure, century after century of Satoru against you, edging on your climax with the occasional sharp movement from his hips, a hasty kiss pressed into the corner of your jaw. Finally, after a small eternity, the last of the aftershocks faded, unwanted bliss fading into a slow, pulsing ache settled deep into the deepest pit of your chest. You felt Satoru shift; not pulling away, but lifting himself up, bringing his mouth to the shell of your ear. âI love you,â he said, again, and then, more quietly, âIâm sorry.â
You wanted to say something, to call him a liar, to spit out every venomous and vitriolic and warranted thing you could ever say to either of them, but it was already too late. Something vital slid out of place, a poor signal finally losing connection entirely, and then, everything went dark.
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Nine months later, youâd find yourself in Suguruâs temple again, albeit not his sanctuary. A brown-haired woman in a lab coat and several female attendants swarmed around you, pressing damp cloths to your forehead and constantly rearranging the thick quilts laid over your limp body. Dried tears formed defined tracks down your cheeks, and every part of you screamed for rest, for escape, for a quick and merciful death. It was all you could do to suck in a shuddering breath, to remind yourself that there were more important things in the world than your own well-being. Sleep could wait. This couldnât.
Slowly, you managed to turn your head towards Suguru, standing at your bedside just as he had for the past six hours. Your vision was distorted, dimmed around the edges, but it wouldâve been impossible to miss the small, white bundle in his arms, already beginning to move. You could practically taste the relief, only slightly soured by your own exhaustion. Loving Himari had been a miracle. It wouldâve been a lie to say that you hadnât expected yourself to be more callous, the second time part of you was ripped away and molded into the shape of a man you hated.
Your eyes flickered to Suguruâs expression, to those impossibly dark eyes, and instantly, your relief was replaced by pure, unadulterated dread. A smile played at the corner of his mouth, softened and careless, but⊠Oh, god.
Youâd never seen so much death in his eyes.
âSuguru.â You hadnât meant to say anything, and yet, your voice was clear â a little hoarse, but far stronger than you felt. Never looking away from the bundle, he hummed, and you went on. âCan I seeâŠ?â
âHim,â Suguru filled in, bouncing your newborn â your son, gently. âA healthy baby boy. Itâs a shame, really â I chose names with another girl in-mind.â
Thankfully, he didnât make you ask again. With no small amount of care, the bundle was placed gently onto your chest, Suguruâs hand remaining on your shoulder â as if only waiting for your limited strength to give out. It took you a long moment to brush the swaddling sheets to the swaddling blanket aside, little hands immediately reaching up to bat against your own, and another to register what you were looking at. It wasnât hard to see why Suguru was so angry.
You stared down at your son, and eyes more blue than the clearest, brightest sky stared back at you.
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Fake Dating // Bakugou
a/n: hi all, i am back from the dead with this shit that took me DAYS to finish bc my brain is def not used to writing anymore. pls enjoy and maybe keep a look out for PART 2 if people want it !
You stare at your phone in disbelief. The audacity he had to tell you where to go, how to dress, and to essentially perform in front of everyone for him. Of course this was a mutually beneficial agreement, but at least you only dragged him along to your family functions sparingly.
You two had come to this agreement early last Winter when family members kept pestering you about potentially finding a love interest at your new University, and for him when he couldn't shake off all of the romantic confessions from the students in the other classes.
No one else knew about your arrangement. What made it so much more unbearable was the fact that you shared the same cohort and friend group, so it was a constant facade whenever you're in each other's presence with the others around.
You felt a bit awkward coming to the party alone, and a few hours late. You could hear the bass thumping through the door from the front yard, and from the looks of it, there were far more people than you expected, but on the bright side, it'll be easier to be invisible within the crowd than have to hold up this facade all night.
You approached the front to see Jirou catching a breath of fresh air. She had a drink in one hand and her other interlocked with Momo's
"Are you guys already tapping out?" You asked, taking the steps up the porch.
"Y/N!! For a second I thought you weren't going to make it!" Jirou says, releasing Momo from her grasp and giving you a big hug. "I'm so happy you're here."
"Can't blame me for always being fashionably lateâ You embrace her back.
"Better now than never." She drunkenly chuckles âBakugoâs been a moody bitch all night please go contain himâ
âAre we surprised?â You roll your eyes and laugh. âWhere are you two off to?â
"I'm gonna take Momo out for some air and to maybe vomit, but go inside and I'll find you later!"
âI love you Y/N!! Take a shot for me!!â Momo slurs and blows you a kiss as Jirou drags her away.
"I love you too, Mo! I'll catch you guys inside."
Once you stepped foot inside, it felt like the air from your lungs were instantly replaced with the thick fog of weed and cigarette smoke. It was suffocating, but all too familiar at the same time. You recognized many of the faces around from campus, but none of which were your close friends.
Before anything else, you decided to stop by the kitchen to pour yourself something to drink. To be honest, you weren't picky with your liquor. As long as it did its job, you weren't going to complain. You grabbed a red solo cup off of the stack and poured in a shot and some change worth of cheap vodka.
Mina has to have some red bull somewhere around hereâŠ
You quickly down it and refill another cup to carry around while you look for your ball and chain, Katsuki. You wander around the crowd for a few moments, waiting for someone you knew to catch your attention, but no one did. You decide to take a break to lean against a wall and to send Katsuki a text to see where he was hiding. Before you could even get your phone unlocked, you received a notification from him.
After he sent the last message, you looked up and searched for his meeting eyes. He said he was looking right at you, but for some reason you couldn't find those fiery eyes.
âLooking for someone?â A low voice breaks you from your search.
You turn to see Katsuki leaning up against the wall right beside you, almost shoulder to shoulder.
âHmmm yeah I am, actually. Have you seen my boyfriend?â You turn to him fully. âHeâs tall, messy blonde hair, kind of has a stupid look to his face, really hot though, trust me, and also like a medium build?â
You catch a glimpse of the smallest smirk on his face.
âYeah? Well Iâll be sure to keep a lookout for him. In the meantime though, can you keep an eye out for my girlfriend? Angel faced, toothy smile, obnoxious ass laugh though, like if you hear honking, it's probably them.â He retaliates.
You both stare at each other in silence before you break character and playfully punch him in the arm. âShut up, idiot. I don't honk.â
âYou do. Like a goose.â
"You're so good at this flirting thing, Katsuki. Keep it up." You say sarcastically.
"It is my job, after all."
He stealthily wraps his arms around your shoulder, bringing himself in closer to you. He damn near was caging you in against the wall, blocking out the rest of the party with his back.
âSo what's the game plan for tonight?â You peered up at his towering figure.
âHang out for a couple hours, do all that lovey bullshit and then Iâll take you home. Don't get too messy tonight either. Iâm not trying to babysit.â
âWorry about yourself, lightweight.â You roll your eyes.
âAnd is this straight vodka?" He looks into your cup with disgust. "Are you mentally ill?"
âI couldn't find the red bull.â You shrug.
âSo it's either that or straight vodka?â
âYeah and? You have a problem with that?â
âYeah I actually do. It's fucking insan-â He starts.
âBakugou!â A voice interrupts behind him. âThere you are!â
You two lock eyes for a brief second. Just when you were actually starting to enjoy yourself with annoying Katsuki, you remember that you were only here for one reason. Katsuki's jaw clenched as he turned over to lean back against the wall beside you.
âOh. Y/N youâre here too.â They say in a deflated tone. âI was just wondering if you could give us a second to chat?â They bat their eyelashes.
âI'm not in the mood to chat.â He says, pulling you closer by the waist.
âWeâre actually about to go meet up with the others. Catch him next time.â You smile sweetly, interlocking your fingers with his and dragging him towards the backyard.
To your surprise, your friends were actually all there surrounding the firepit.
Denki was the first to spot you. He gasps and jumps up from his seat.
"You're here!" He nearly trips over his own feet trying to get over to you. He pulls you in a big hug, sweeping you off your feet. "Oh my god Y/N I missed you so much I could cry right now."
He was clearly a drink or two over his limit. His cheeks were bright red and he was already starting to sweat through his shirt.
âI missed you too, Denks.â You let yourself get twirled around by him.
âFinally you're back, Iâm tired of holding onto your nasty drink.â Kirishima says, passing a red solo cup to Katsuki once he sat down.
You tried to take the empty seat next to him, but he immediately grabbed your wrist to pull you to share his chair. Your eyes widen at his own, as if you could telepathically curse him out. You clench your jaw as you feel a hot flash across your face.
âItâs cold. Stay close.â He simply says.
You nervously chuckle. âThere's a fire right there, babe.â
âDo it for me then.â He smirks.
You silently groan to yourself as you lean back into his chest in defeat. Luckily, the chair had enough width to allow you to not have to fully sit on his lap, moreso just a leg slung over his own.
âTry this.â He lifts the solo cup to your lips.
You peer down at the dark red liquid in his cup. The smell burnt your nose. You shot him a weary glance before you downed his concoction, having to pinch your nose right after to subdue the burn. The shock of spicy and tangy residue left your throat burning with every inhale.
"What the fuck is that?" You choke out, continuing to pinch your nose.
"Fireball, lemon juice, and OJ." He smiled mischievously. "Thoughts?"
"The nerve you have to comment on my drink after sipping on this bullshit all night? It tastes like piss.â
He shrugs, wearing a lazy smile as he grips the softness of your inner thigh, with his other arm wrapped around your shoulder, fiddling with a lock of your hair.
You were internally screaming. Usually, there would be a hand holding or an arm around the waist or shoulder, but he was never this touchy whenever you had to act like a couple in front of your friends or even in front of the people trying to get at him.
You look around the firepit to see that all of your friends were in loud conversation with one another- laughing, arguing, and definitely not paying you two any attention.
âWhat are you doing?â You say low enough that only he could hear. âYou're like, all up in my shit."
â5 oâclock, babe.â He simply says.
You slightly turn your head to your right to see the person from earlier, trying to not-so-obviously stare at you both.
âTryna give them a show or something? You roll your eyes.
âOnly if you'd let me.â He whispers.
You felt a chill crawl up your spine. God he's being gross. But you liked it. When you first made your little arrangement, you swore to yourself to not to catch any type of feelings for him, but the more time you spent charading around as a couple, the deeper you fell into this infatuation despite how hard you fought against it or played it off as a part of the bit.
âDonât kill me, okay?â You whisper, meeting his eyes and forcing a smile.
You turned your head to fullyface his own and leaned in. Both of you were caught by surprise- his eyes widening right before you made contact. You two had never crossed this line before, let alone talked about it. It was only ever the unspoken rule of âdon't catch feelingsâ and âno couple shit when weâre alone.â
His lips were soft and swollen as if he spent the last hour biting down on them. Once your lips crashed into his, it felt like your stomach was turning inside out, and a fire lit within.
It's fine, it's for show. Itâs fine, you agreed to this. Itâs fine, itâs not real.
You were fucked. You hated him, but you liked him. Maybe it was more than like. Maybe like isn't even the right word at all, but all you knew was that you needed to stop and take a second to reevaluate what you were doing with Katsuki.
In reality, the kiss lasted no more than 10 seconds, but it felt like you had fallen into the fire pit and laid in it for hours. Your body was on fire.
Once you broke away, you two stared at each other blankly, blinking away the realization of what had just happened. You didn't know whether to laugh and slap him on the shoulder, or start crying.
âI-I'm gonna go get another drink!â You suddenly exclaim, getting up and leaving him in his chair.
I'm so FUCKED.
You quickly snake your way through the large crowd that had filtered their way to the backyard. You stop by the kitchen to pour yourself a heaping cup of whatever liquor bottle was closest to you, down a large gulp, and take the rest with you to the bathroom.
Your head was starting to feel a bit hazy from the mix of second hand smoke as well as your drinks from earlier starting to settle in your stomach. Did you even eat anything before drinking like this? You weren't really expecting to have anything more than one drink, but after your kiss with Katsuki, you suddenly feel the need to forget it all.
You were sitting up against the bathtub, wallowing in your complicated mass of feelings, and now fully intoxicated. You let your head rest on top of your knees while you replayed every single interaction you've had with him tonight.
Your phone started buzzing on the floor next to you. You opened the screen, eyes squinting to adjust to the brightness.
Of course it was Katsuki.
You sat and stared at your feet for a few minutes until you heard pounding on the door. Judging from the force of it, it was either a fucking SWAT team or Katsuki.
You grab a hold of the side of the bathtub to hoist yourself up, stumbling a bit while doing so and unlocked the door. Of course behind it was the latter.
He lets himself in and shuts the door behind him, leaning back on it.
You were wildly embarrassed for a multitude of things. You were on the verge of messy drunk, your face was stupidly hot and flushed, you kissed your fake boyfriend and ran away, you're swallowing down your feelings, and now here he is to reprimand you for all of it.
"Water as per requested." He pops open the cap of a fresh water bottle and hands it over to you.
"Thanks." You mutter and drink the water in silence.
"So are you upset at me?" He finally asks.
"Yes."
"And why is that?" He cocks his head to the side.
You were drunk, no doubt about it, but this unserious playful tone in his voice that pissed you off was clear as day. Why were you the only one freaking out? Did he not care? It surely confirmed that he does not and never have felt the same as you and truly did think of your "relationship" as nothing more but a transaction.
You purse your lips and remained silent.
"Because... you kissed me?"
You nodded.
"So you're upset at ME... because YOU kissed ME..." He states once more.
You were on the verge of tears. He loved making you look stupid but this was tenfold now. Not that he was wrong, but you weren't in the mood for it.
"So what if I am?" You choke out, tears now brimming over.
Katsuki's eyes widened, clearly not expecting you to break down so easily after a couple of harmless questions. You steps towards you and grabs your shoulders, not quite sure what to do or how to react.
"Hey hey hey, what the fuck? Why are you crying all of the sudden? Seriously, Y/N it's not a big deal."
"It is." You whine. "It is and you don't even care!"
He finally pulls you into him, letting you sob into his shoulder. His hand caressing your back in comfort.
"You idiot." He says after a moment of silence. "You're such an emotional drunk. This is why I told you not to get messy." He scolds. "I do care. But I won't if you don't want me to."
"I do want you to care. I want you to like me. Not just like me, but like-like me." You confess.
You feel him stiffen under you. Clearly your drunken state had forced you to say the wrong thing, but you didn't care.
"But do you like-like me?" He asked back, pulling you back to look at your tear stained face. "Drink some more water and sober up a bit before you answer okay?" He brings the water up to your face.
"I don't want anymore water!" You push his hand away. "I like-like you and I hate being your fake girlfriend and lying to everyone and myself about it!"
His smile grew, but he shook his head. "Okay angel face, let's talk about it then." He moves his thumb up to your cheek to wipe away stray tears.
"You're so wasted, you may not even remember this for tomorrow. But I think you're the coolest person on this fucking block, okay? And I like being around you even though you annoy the shit out of me sometimes. So stop crying and feeling bad. We're fine."
"But we're not! I don't want you to be my fake boyfriend anymore. I think you're cool too and you make me laugh and feel stupid in the heart and I fucking hate you for that, so that's why we shouldn't do any of this anymore."
He doesn't reply, but instead looks down at your sad face, lip still quivering, makeup smudged around your eyes. His hand continued to cup you cheek, forcing you to look back up at him.
Katsuki leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, letting it linger for a second longer.
"That's okay. We can do something about that when you're sober. If you even remember any of this, anyways. Let's get you home."
He grabs your hand and swiftly leads you out of the bathroom. You wonder what you had just done, whether it was going to blow up in your face (if you even remember the next day) or work itself out? Would it even matter?
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pornstar au
f!reader x ghost x price :)
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tw: teacher-student scenario again, just for the sake of the porn. also, DP. first time writing it, so be NICE!
big thanks to @waves-against-a-cliff for reading what i won't
You sat on Professor Riley's lap after class, his rigid length smearing precum in between your soft, bare thighs as he fucked them. His large hands curled around your waist, long fingers creating tiny dents where he dug them into the supple flesh.
His breath warmed the delicate skin of your throat, as pants escaped his lips. You deliberately pressed your legs closer togetherâ hoping that it provided enough amount of friction for him to finish.
You need this extra credit, after all.
Ghost inhaled sharply when you did, the grip he had on you almost painful.
"Fuckin' hell." His rich groan resonated in your chest. The gusset of your knickers was damp with arousal, both yours and his. The languid drag of his cock against your clothed pussy was so tantalizing, your core ached to be filled.
You were about to urge him to forget intercrural sexâ to undress and fuck you already when a sharp knock on the door cuts through the fog in your head; a sudden rush of clarity pouring over you like a bucket of ice-cold water.
Shit.
Your back straightens at the interruption and quickly move to get off of Ghost's lap when he wraps an arm around your middle, keeping you firmly in place. A strangled noise claws up your throat. He cannot be serious.
"Come in," he calls out.
"No. No no no, you can'tâ you'll be fired, I'll be expelled, Professor Riley, pleaseâ" your voice warbles in your panic. His hold on you is as strong as steel, leaving no room for escape or resistance. You're helpless as the doors creep open and Professor Price steps in.
Of course, it's the most pretentious asshole teacher in existence.
"Hey, Riley, have you gotten the emaâ" he trails off. His striking blue eyes flick down to your legs. Or more precisely, to what's still in between them fully erect.
"I was unaware you were busy with a...student." The sound of his footsteps draws closer. "Is this what you call detention?" Price leans on the desk with his hip, eyes never straying from you.
Ghost stifles a laugh. "Ask a better question, Price."
Heat licks up your jaw and cheeks when he resumes his thrusting as if there isn't another whole grown man in the roomâ one who can potentially ruin both his career and your collegiate one.
"Like what, Riley? Want me to ask if I can get a taste?" You look at Price and notice that his eyes are dark, limpid blue rings around the edgesâ knuckles stained white with how tightly he's clenching his hands. "You've never been a sharing type."
"Well, this sweet toy of mine loves being shared, doesn't she?" Swiftly, Ghost lifts you, his manhood now nestled against the curve of your back. His clever fingers move to your covered center, and draw featherlight circles on your hood, right above your clit. A whimper falls from your lips at the feeling.
"Answer him, pet. Tell Price ya don't mind gettin' this pretty pussy licked by him." He presses down on your bundle of nerves firmly with the pad of his thumb when you take a second too long to answer.
"I, I don't," you hiss when he rubs, "d-don't mind." Ghost gives your cunt a gentle tap.
"Don't mind what?" You swallow the lump lodged in your throat.
"I don't mind getting my pussy licked by Professor Price." His teeth tenderly graze the shell of your ear, followed by a small nip.
"Good girl," he mutters into your hair. Then directs his attention to Price, who's biting his bottom lipâ the look he's giving you making your head swim. "She answered, so get down here or get out," he commands.
Ghost clasps his hands under your thighs and lifts until your feet rest flat above his knees. He hooks a finger into the sodden fabric of your knickers and drags it to the side, baring your glistening slit to the cold air of the room, erupting your heated skin in goosebumps. "On your knees, old man, unless they're too creaky to handle this."
Price's lip curls with unveiled amusement. "I was simply admirin' the view, Riley. Don't get your pants in a twist." He lowers himself to the floor smoothly until he's kneeled within inches of your exposed sex.
His prickly beard tickles the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and his mouth is warm and wet as his tongue slides between your folds.
Another former industry giant devouring your passion with the hunger of a starved man at a lavish feast. Each stroke of his tongue spreads the warmth in your stomach, a pressure slowly rising, buildingâ
"Sit her on you," Price mouths against your cunt.
When you find yourself wedged between two burly men, there's not much you can do except surrender to their wishes. That means being lowered onto Ghostâ instinctively closing your eyes as you savor the stretch and biting the inside of your gummy cheek at the mildly uncomfortable burn.
Gravity does most of the work as you sink into him in one gentle stroke.
And without reprieve, Price dives right back in. The dull ache from where Ghost's tip presses into the plug of your womb, to the pleasure coming from the attention given to your swollen bundle of nerves.
An intoxicating mix of bliss with pain furling at the edges.
It's so good, teetering on the edge of too much, but when Price sucks lightly on your clit, your body seizes. You scrabble to grab his dark brown hair, blunt nails biting into his scalp as your shatter around Ghost's cock and Price's mouth.
Ecstasy pulses through you like the steady beat of your heart, white-hot euphoria coursing through your veins. There's a ringing in your ears, shrill and deafening, and your breathing comes in ragged pants as you come down from your high.
Your face glistens with sweat as droplets trickle down your temples, hair plastered to your forehead.
Jesus.
Price lapped at the arousal that dripped down Ghost's length, softly groaning at the taste before giving you a wolfish grin behind his coarse facial hair that was damp with your desire.
"Welcome back, sweetheart," he murmurs.
You relax the tight hold you have on his hair as he tenderly kisses where you and Ghost are joined.
Ghost nudges your ear with his nose, and his deep voice rolls over you like a wave. "Greedy little cunt jus' about cut off my circulation, pet." He shifts under you, sliding even deeper than before, a hiss escaping from behind your teeth.
"I think Price is feelin' a little left out, don't you?" With a shaky nod and a quiet mhm, you feel his lips press against the side of your neck.
"Think you can take us both?" It feels more like a warning of what's to come than a genuine question. The idea of being stuffed by both of them sends a thrill up your back.
Price sits back on his haunches, palming himself from outside his trousers. "Think so, sweetheart?" He rises to his feet and promptly sweeps away everything from the wooden desk, scattering them across the floor. Taking a seat on the desk, he positions himself comfortably, his legs slightly bent and his feet firmly touching the ground. How unfair.
With a hand, Price beckons you to him.
Your legs tremble almost comically after having them in such an unnatural position for so long; tingling when you finally stretch them out in front of you. Ghost's hands at your waist help you stand, wincing when he pulls out of you unceremoniously.
Under his breath, he apologizes and gently nudges you towards Price by pressing his hand on your shoulder blades. "Go on, it's rude to keep him waiting." You're then guided forward as warm hands wrap around your biceps, leading you to stand in front of Price.
You drag your eyes from his down to his groin, where his erection is confined behind the strained zipper. Suddenly, Ghost's toned arms surround you, his hands eagerly reaching for the button on the front. "Lemme help ya out, love."
In seconds, Price's heavy manhood bobs as it springs out, ruddy tip hitting just below his navel. Simon firmly grabs your hand and swiftly turns it, exposing your palm. Without warning, he shamelessly spits on it before wrapping it around Price.
A guttural noise escapes him when you squeeze the thick of it tightly. He bucks his hips in a deliberate rhythmâ taking hold of your wrist, ensuring your hand remains in position as he continues to thrust upwards until his cock is slick with his precum.
You can't help but rub your thighs together in hopes of getting some of the friction you're desperate for.
"Not gonna come already, are ya Price? We haven't even gotten started." Ghost ignores his scoff, rapping his knuckles on the desk. "Knickers off and climb up, pet."
You hastily tear off your smallclothes, shucking them to the side with your foot before hopping up on the desk, one leg at a time. Price steadies you with his hands on your waist. As you straddle him, your muscles ignite with a satisfying burn as they adjust the expanse of his thighs.
His voice is soft, gentle even, when he whispers into your ear. "Good?" You gasp sharply when Ghost spanks your arsecheeks before nodding at Price. "Jus' like we practiced, yeah?"
Yeah, just like you practiced. The plug you had to wear throughout the week whenever they both weren't tearing you in half should be more than enough prep. You hope.
Ghost taps the side of your thigh. "Cockwarm him while I get this perfect arse ready."
The stretch is intense as you lower yourself on Priceâ his cock thicker than Ghost's just not as longâ it pushes the air out of your lungs. He bites his lip til it reddens, his eyes fixed onto where he disappears inside of you, fingers digging into the meat of your waist.
Your eyes flutter closed when he finally bottoms out, his girth splitting your swollen walls apart mercilessly.
God, he feels so good.
And then the sting of one thick, lubed finger pressing into your tight ring of muscle smothers some of that pleasure.
"Hey, hey. Look at me." Price tips your chin up with his hand, your eyes meeting his. "Good. Breathe for me, sweetheart." He leans forward to place open-mouthed prickly kisses on your neck. "Breathe, love. You've already taken us before. You did beautifully then, and you'll do beautifully now."
He distracts you from the discomfort by suckling on your skin, leaving red little love bites behind. Then, a second finger, so much bigger than your own. Price hisses sympathetically when you doâ a tiny whimper coming from the back of your throat.
This time it's Ghost that breathes into your ear. "Doin' so good f'me."
Then he works a third finger in, and your back arches at the jolt of pain that licks up your spine.
Words of praise fall upon your ears, syrupy and saccharine, dulling the ache. He scissors and stretches gingerly, as he's always done. Ghost takes his time, curling his fingers insideâ a slow and steady in and out that eventually has you clamping around Price.
He sucks in a breath through his teeth when you do. "So bloody tight."
"Alrigh' Price." Ghost takes you by the hips and cants them forward slightly, a cry falling from your lips at the change in angle. "Hold her open f'me."
He does just that; rough, worn hands spreading you open almost embarrassingly. There's a hot and heavy weight tapping your arse once, thriceâ and then there's a blunt pressure pushing into your other much smaller hole. Your spine bows at the thick invasion, it burns, it throbs, but smart fingers find your neglected pearl and start to circle it.
The pain is merely physical, it can be overcome. Focus on the touch on your clit, focus on the hands that hold you, the heat that radiates from both of them. The harsh breathing of the man behind you as he fights to keep himself from fucking himself into you unfettered. Strained noises spilled from Price's parted lips as he felt your channel constrict, your sex beginning to get slick with your desire.
Ghost hilts, leaning forward until his barrel chest hits your back, a strangled groan coming from him. You felt unbearably full, about to tear at the bloody seams. Every single nerve from your navel down to the tips of your toes was on fire. You felt a throbbing sensation radiating from the back of your skull.
It was scalding hot, searing. The thin membrane that separated them felt stretched beyond its limit.
"Y'okay?" You can't even tell who asked you that past the rushing of blood that's in your ears. Your head feels too heavy on your shoulders, letting it lull forward until your forehead rests on Price's collarbone.
Ghost's chest vibrates as he speaks, the low rumble sinking into your skin, warming you from the inside. "Breathe for us, love. Deep in, slow out."
Right.
You remember what Price had said the very first time they fucked you. 'Breathing helps to process any pain and supports the nervous system.'
As you inhale deeply, your lungs expand to the point where you can feel a twinge of discomfort. But as you exhale, the tension in your body melts, your muscles gradually slackening.
Ghost undulates his hips once languidly, and while the ache flared back to life, below that was the pleasure you've become well acquainted with, desperately clawing its way to the surface.
A moan slips out of you unbidden.
"Perfect. So fuckin' perfect." Price's praise makes you dig your fingers into his broad shoulders, nails biting into his skin.
Then you're lifted by two sets of handsâ one on your hips, the other on the underside of your thighs and brought back down. Fuck.
"Tha's it, love. Takin' us both so well," Ghost murmurs. When you begin to mewl, a clear sign of pleasure, Price plants his feet on the floor, and snaps his hips up. Black spots dot your vision, a euphoria shooting through your veins.
God, you hope your hips hold out.
They begin to move in tandem, one pushing in completely, while the other pulls out until just an inch stays inside.
It's sublime, obscene squelching coming from both your front and back. Once your body gives in to their assault, everything starts to blur at the edges, from your sight to your thoughts. You melt in their hands, softening under their touch as they take their pleasure from you.
They begin to fuck you in earnest, breath punched out of you with every thrust, and when Ghost takes control by grabbing a fistful of your hair, it sends waves of something through your stomach. The loud whine that comes from you is filthy.
"Always meltin' into a puddle over a firm hand, pet. Isn't tha' right?" He asks you as if you could even dream of answering. Your tongue is heavy in your dry mouth, and throat like sandpaper.
"Ready to make Price come? Choke his cock with tha' vice-like cunt, love. Wrench it outta him, take every drop of his cum, and then take mine."
Who are you to disobey such an edict?
The snarl Price lets out is animalistic when you squeeze him snugly, his thrusts turn jarring as he swells and stillsâ twitching inside of you, warmth pooling in your belly.
Only to realize that Ghost finished simultaneously.
There's a joke in there somewhere, about a couple finishing together, but you've been thoroughly fucked stupid.
Cut.
Simon takes you homeâ his home, and soaks you in a warm, bubble bath that smells like something he shouldn't have.
"I bough' it for you," he hums.
His callused palms knead into your sore calf muscles, hand making its way down to press into the arch of your foot.
"Don't go makin' those noises, love."
Eventually, you address the elephant in the room, and his answer makes your pulse race. "Gotta create a soft safe place f'you to land after somethin' tha' intense. Ya need to wind down, catch your breath."
He says it so casually as if it was common sense.
"Here. Drink your water." The bottle in your hands is room temperature, just how you like it.
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winter woes.
yandere!jade leech x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, breeding, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, implied stalking, obsession note - strangely, jade is thrown into his mating season in the middle of winter.
Jade thought it wasnât so bad when he woke up in a feverish fog. He assumed it would dissipate once he got to moving, but it only seemed to worsen as the day wore on. He trudged through his classes with dimming focus, reasoning that if he wasnât about to keel over and die he could survive a few hours of lecture.
It was fine. Nothing he couldnât handle. Heâs Jade Leech, Octavinelleâs talented Vice Housewarden! A masterful actor capable of brilliant efficiency, even when heâs at his lowest.
And yet heâs never experienced a day as detrimental as this one. Heâs endured his fair share of sleepless nights, stagnant days, and monthly burnout. On some level, Jade suspected it was coming when the frost began to encroach on withered plants and leafless trees. He always finds himself bogged down with an annual case of winter woes.Â
This pattern of behavior isnât any different.
Except it is. Very different, actually. Unlike his previous blues, this one is markedly unique. Heâs never been this delirious before, so much so that he staggers about like heâs learning to walk all over again. Winter blankets the world in white, condemning Jade to what he believes is Mother Natureâs padded cell.
Without enough stimulation or spontaneity, how can he possibly function?
Normally, heâd take to trekking in the mountains to clear his head. The biting cold is familiar, a reminder of the comforts of home, but it doesnât soothe him like it should. Heâs restless and itchy, perpetually hot all over. His clothes arenât helping either, clinging like seaweed. He wants to shred them to pieces and dive into the sea. Or hike in the mountains. Definitely one of those.Â
Alas, even if he wanted to scale a mountain, he couldnât. Not when theyâve called for the possibility of an avalanche.
He is, unfortunately, stuck in the dreaded rubber room with his school uniform for a straitjacket. Only the room itself is made of ice, and itâs unpleasant and isolated. Heâs left alone with his thoughts and theyâre swirling around his skull in a flurry of snowflakes.
Clothes are truly unbearable⊠How can land-dwellers possibly endure such constrictive material?
Perhaps he underestimated his own mental fortitude. Itâs bad. Very bad. So bad that heâs just as startled as you are when he crosses paths with you in the hall, catches the scent of your shampoo, and sprouts fins.Â
âOh, Jade, your ears!â Youâre gesturing at his face with worried urgency. He follows your line of sight and reaches to brush his fingers along the pointed webbing jutting out from the area where his ears ought to be. You take a step towards him and Jade, rather foolishly, takes one back. You blink at him, bewildered. âIsâŠeverything okay? You seem under the weather. Want me to walk you to the infirmary? Iâm going that way right now, actually.â
Jade wets his lips and swallows thickly. Did you always smell this nice? No⊠No, he has to focus! Right. Focus on the issue at hand. His transformation potion must be wearing off. Surely that explains the sudden surprise of⊠Your hipsâwere they always shaped so nicely, or is it just an illusion from your uniform slacks?
No, heâs sure of it. Somethingâs different about you. His nose wrinkles.
Sweeter. Thatâs it.
You smell sweet like a flower or candy. And your eyes are brighter in this light as they look up at him, glittering like pearls in the deep. Youâre wearing the same uniform, but youâve never looked more appealing. And your hipsâ
Jade curbs that thought before it can deteriorate his sensibility far past his control. What was the topic of conversation? Itâs his turn to respond, isnât it?
âIâm quite all right. Thank you for your concern. This is merely an error on my part. Iâve neglected the time.â
âReally?â You say it like you donât believe him. Jade forces a smile, gluing his gaze to your face to avoid looking anywhere else. âItâs not like you to be so forgetful. Geez. Is Azul giving you a break over there?â
He chuckles. âI assure you all is well in my world.â
As it happens, his world is currently tilting and spinning and blurring, messy like a shaken terrarium. Jadeâs attempt to excuse himself is made in vain, for he strides past you and immediately stumbles. You hurry to steady him, your fingers wrapped tight around his arm. Your touch sends an unusual electricity bolting up his spine, and suddenly heâs overcome with a wild urge. He wants to push you against the wall, slot his knee between your legs, and bite your lips bloody.
He could do it. He knows your preferences. He knows you like he knows his hand. Intimately acquainted, even if youâre not aware of your second shadow.Â
Jade yanks himself free as if the contact is scalding. His heart skips in his chest, frenzied in a way itâs never been before.
Heâs had plenty of scandalous fantasies in passing, and he was content to leave them as such. But nowâŠ
Sweat beads at his brow and rolls down his back between his shoulders. He needs to shed these layers. A wildfire rages beneath his skin. Itâs the middle of winter. Why is he so hot? Surely thereâs a logical explanation forâŠyou. Looking at him. Youâre looking at him.
Oh, youâre so pretty.
âJade?â You move in again, lifting your hand to his forehead. This time, before he can jerk backwards, you pull away. âYouâre burning up!â
âIs that so? I must not have noticedâŠâ
He has a quick-witted retort to tack onto that sentence, but itâs scrambled on his tongue.
âIf I may, (Name), have you always looked soâŠâ
He pauses, tasting the adjective in his mouth. He was certain humans didnât have the same sort of broadcasters merfolk doâthe shifts in behavior that allow for successful mating. Colors and sounds, a duet of language. Special scents and other bodily cues to convey secret messages. A mutual understanding between two. The need to fulfill a biological imperative beneath the sea.
Is that what this is about? He was certain his transformation snuffed that part of his biology. Heâs not a mer right now. Heâs human. So then why is he feeling soâŠnot human?
Ready is the word he thinks heâs searching for, but heâs starving and so it comes out wrong.Â
âRipe. Like fruit.â
âUh⊠No?â You cough out an awkward laugh. If Jade could feel shame, it would be raking its nails across his back. âAre you sure youâre okay? You know whatâdonât answer that. Letâs just get you to Professor Crewel. Heâll know what to do.â
Jade spies his reflection in a nearby window. The markings under his eyes are showing through pale skin. There are flecks of scales gathered on his forehead. Mindlessly, he reaches to touch them.
You turn to look at him, and he can parse the shift in your attitude like itâs blood in the waterâdeliciously potent. He wants to dig his claws into you and never let go. He wants to love you until the very feeling is muddled and youâve lost sense of whatâs healthy and sane. If only you could understand, peer through his eyes for the day, and navigate the labyrinth that is his heart.
âJade? You coming?â
He already knows whatâs happening. He doesnât need the diagnosis from Professor Crewel. He just needs you.
Before you can continue onwards in your beeline to Professor Crewelâs office, Jade seizes your hand. You donât flinch, but you do struggle to put your confusion into words. The feeling is almost palpable, clear on your countenance like a cloudless sky. He watches you, trailing his eyes over your face and finding new things to appreciate. If he allows delusion to grip him by the throat, he can pretend the makeup is all for himâa discreet, enticing signal.
He reads it. He listens. He knows, even if itâs the furthest from what he believes it to be.
Jade clasps his hands around yours.
âUm⊠Okay then.â Your shoulders shudder with laughter. âIs this really you, Jade? This isnât Floyd putting on an act again, is it?â
He shakes his head, suddenly disgruntled. Why would it be Floyd? Do you want it to be Floyd? His grip on you tightens to a possessive degree. He steps closer, not yet pressing himself against you but edging dangerously close. He doesnât speak a word when he opens his mouth at you, revealing pearly points set in razored rows. You donât seem to grasp the meaning behind his gaping maw, and itâs somewhat disheartening.
Logically, heâs aware of your very human idealsâideals that fail to encapsulate the intricacies of moray courtship. Still, he hopes the sentiment comes through.
âSomething wrong with your teeth?â You tilt your head and squint up at him. âThey look fine to me.â
Jade shuts his mouth, considering his options. It would be much easier if this was the sea. Then he could present you with hypnotic bioluminescence, drape a chain of sea flowers around your neck, and offer you an entire monthâs worth of fish. None of that is very viable on land. At the very least, he could replicate itâtake you in a dark room and hope the shine in his eyes is bright enough to entice you, conjure flowers with magic, and scour the Mostro Loungeâs storage for enough food to last you through the season.
Surely the desire I feel for you transcends the great depths of the sea. He breathes out a sad sigh. I want to make you mine. I want you to look at me in the same way I look at you. Wonât you do that for me? PleaseâŠ
As far as heâs aware, humans follow their own palaver when it comes to romance and attraction. What heâs learned from his time on land is that human courtship is, by his comprehension, excessively complicated. While moray courtship has clear, defined goals, each one outlined in the body language of both parties, humans baffle with the time it takes to secure a mate. Jade watches students get together and fall apart within the span of weeks. Itâs fascinating. Dating is almost like a trial runâlike testing a new ingredient in a recipe to see if it sweetens or sours the overall dish.
He could have gone that route; he was fully prepared to, but the human and mer sides of his brain are leaving him in a daze. Itâs impossible to think like a human when his mer instincts are vibrating so intensely beneath his skin, every part of his deep-sea biology saying he ought to do it the mer way.
So he opens his mouth again.
Heâs cheating when he nods at you. Somehow you work out half of his intention.
âMy mouth? What about it?â It hits you then, and your eyes widen into the shape of a full moon. âOh! You want to compare teeth size, is that it?â
Not exactly what he was aiming for, but it has you reciprocating anyway. You open your mouth to show off your teeth, and if Jade was of a more stable mindset perhaps he would have been content to simply observe. He doesnât expect land-dwellers to know anything more than whatâs taught in class.
âWhat do you think? Mine arenât as cool as yours,â you say after a moment.
âI thinkâŠâ He hesitates. The words are jumbled, and he almost says it in mermish. But itâs difficult to produce the syllables with his limited nasal capabilities in this form. A smile curves his lips up, and itâs so similar to Floydâs dopey grin that it leaves you slack-jawed. âPretty,â he says with a happy hum. âVery pretty.â
Before you can respond, his hands slide away from yours to secure tightly around your wrists. And then heâs pulling you in the opposite direction, through the main buildingâs many halls, until he finally arrives at his destination.
Youâre tugged into the Hall of Mirrors next. Jade seems to be losing his usual gentlemanly flair, for he issues you an apologetic chuckle as an afterthought. His mer features look more defined nowâeven his skin tone is darkening to suit the color palette of his mer form. You werenât in objection before, but now that you find yourself being pulled through the mirror and trapped in the bubble transport with Jade you begin to worry.
âHey, hold on a minute! Shouldnât we find Professor Crewel? Your transformation potionââ
The sound of shredded leather disturbs the air. Jade lifts his gloved hands for both of you to survey. His claws have ripped through the material, and heâs grown webbing beneath the tattered remains of his gloves. When he reaches for you, you flinch away.
An uncomfortable quiet falls over the bubble, only bursting once youâre inside Octavinelle Dorm.
Jadeâs heart aches when he spies the unease scrawled on your face. Donât look at me like that. Please, my pearl, donât fear me. I would never hurt you.
Is it so wrong to want to smother you in an abundance of love? If this kind of love is forbidden on the surface, how is he meant to exist in the same world as you? It was possible for the mermaid princess and her lover. Is this not the same? Itâs just love. Thereâs nothing wrong with that.
Right?
He curls his hands into fists and hopes the stabbing pain of his claws piercing his palms is enough to quell the urge to hold you.
âJ-JadeâŠâ Your voice is meek, a mere wobble. âAre you okay?â
He blinks, suddenly aware that blood is oozing from open wounds. âAh⊠Forgive me⊠Iâve shown you such an ugly side.â
âNo, Iâm sorry! It startled me, thatâs all.â You attempt a brave, albeit flat, smile. âIâm not scared. JustâŠsurprised. Is this how all merfolk get when theyâre sick?â
Jade wants to understand, but he has never known dread like that before. Heâs a predator. He doesnât need to feel fear when he instills it in others.
Still, it bothers him more than he thought it would. If you fear him⊠If you canât present him with a real smileâŠ
Is there even a point if heâs not the reason for your happiness? What is he if not the blight that destroys your flowering radiance?
Without fail, like a cruel cycle destined to burden him, the winter weather evokes morbid gloom. It darkens his consciousness like a shroud over a corpse or a cover on a mirror.
If youâre not scared, why are you keeping your distance? Am I truly so monstrous that you feel the need to cower? My love is sincere. I promise I would never hurt you.
But he would, if given the opportunity. And thatâs precisely what he plans to do now.
So it catches him off guard when you surge forward to lace your hands with his. Carmine drips from his claws, pattering the floor in tiny drops. He stares at you with pupils blown wide.
âYouâre my friend. Why would I find this side of you ugly? Just because youâre not at your best doesnât mean itâs weird or bad.â
And isnât that the worst?Â
Jadeâs lungs constrict when he kisses you. You try to jerk away, but he holds firm. Your lips part only briefly, and you manage a squeak of protest before he reclaims the space with ravenous intent. Your whines are swallowed whole as he all but devours your mouth like a famished animal. Sharp teeth click against your blunt ones. Jade laps at the back of your throat, savoring every gasp. You press against his chest in a weak struggle.
âS-Stoâwait. Jadeââ
But even those words become appetizers for the feast thatâs soon to follow.
Itâs because Iâm your friend that you place your trust in me. Thus, it will hurt all the more when I take that trust and crush it beneath my heel.
Heâs never felt more alive, his body buzzing with exhilaration. When he pulls back, breathless and panting, youâre still reeling. He doesnât give you any time to recuperate, for he tugs you along down the shadowed halls of Octavinelle.
You dig your heels against the tile. âPlease wait! I donât understand. What are youââ
Youâre yanked forward again, and the rest of that sentence trickles into reserved silence. You hurry to keep pace with Jade as he drags you towards a door. A large indoor pool, dimly lit by the lights above, greets the both of you once itâs opened.
With furrowed brows, you glance at Jade. Heâs looking right back, but itâs a strange gaze. Heâs ready to pounce, just barely holding on to nonexistent restraint, every muscle riddled with tension.
âSometimes weâre permitted to use this area for personal reasons,â Jade explains, shutting and locking the door with magic.
âPersonal reasons⊠Like what?â
He smiles, watching the shiver roll though you. âNothing against the rules, I assure you.â
âRight⊠Look, Jade, at the very leastâŠâ You wring your hands. âUm⊠Could you at least get in the water? Iâm worried your potionâll wear off any second now, and thereâs no way I can lift you myself.â
âYour concern is much appreciated.â
He places one webbed hand on your shoulder, the other situated at your lower back. In one fluid swoop, he gathers you in his arms. You donât have time to yell at him to put you down because heâs already striding over to the poolside.
âI do hope youâll forgive my temperament. I confess Iâm a touch impatient.â A lopsided smile strains on his flushed face.Â
âJade, donât you dareââ
Your scream cuts through the air, echoing off the walls. He tosses you into the water without decorum. Jade sheds whatâs left of his already tattered uniform and dives in just as the rest of his mer features overtake his human shell. Salt sprays around you in a resounding splash when you, coughing and spluttering, break the surface.
Jade watches your feet kick back and forth as you paddle towards the edge. The motions are hypnotic. What pretty, fragile limbsâŠ
Gliding through the water with minimal effort, he circles you like a moon hopelessly devoted to remaining within your orbit. His hand wraps around your ankle, and he pulls you beneath the water to meet him. You struggle in his grasp, kicking and thrashing, but he doesnât let that deter him.
Jade cradles your face in his hands. âSo pretty⊠Like a pearl,â he clicks, his words musical and foreign to your human ears. âMy treasure.â
He captures your lips in a mystifying kiss. Clumsily, his deft fingers work to peel your clothes from your person. You push back just as your bra is unclasped, gasping for air, and he allows you to surface after nearly a minute. He comes up with you, drunk off the taste of you. The world could be ending just beyond the confines of this pool and it wouldnât even matter to him. Not right now, at least. Not when heâs at the verge of vehemence. So close. Heâs so close.
âW-Whatâs up with you?â You cling to the pool wall, chest heaving. He follows your hand as it moves to cover your mouth. âYouâre not usually like this.â
âDoes it bother you?â He swims closer, effectively pinning you to the wall. He presses his nose to the dip between shoulder and neck and hums. With a boyish giggle, he smiles again. âYou smell so prettyâŠâ
âJadeâŠâ You pat his head. âJade.â
âHm?â
âI⊠Iâm flattered. Really, I am. But we canât do this.â
He detaches himself to look at you. âWe canât?â
This time, unlike in the past, he isnât playing dumb for the fun of it.
âIâm sorry, Jade. I think youâre a great friend, but thatâs it. I tried to tell you earlier, but you wouldnât let me.â
So thatâs how you feel.
Heâs cold-blooded by nature, but somehow this confession chills him more than the Northern waters ever could.
Just a friend.
âAh. Is that so? My apologies for overstepping a boundary.â
You turn towards the wall to hide your exposed chest. âI-Itâs fineâŠâ
He admires the water droplets cascading down the slope of your shoulders. Winter woes and mating season make for a devastating combination, and Jade is the tsunami who will tear through you with reckless, remorseless abandon.
A clawed finger taps at your cheek. Defiant, you keep your gaze pinned ahead. âAre you, by chance, embarrassed?â
âO-Of course I am! Please close your eyes and donât peek until Iâm out of the pool.â With one arm held over your chest, you fish through the water in search of your waterlogged clothes.
Jade takes hold of your empty hand, marveling at how small yours is compared to his. So precious. I could hold this hand foreverâŠ
âThereâs no need to be shy. Nudity is commonplace where Iâm from.â
âWell, itâs not like that up here. Not always, at least.â You swallow thickly. âPlease donât lookâŠâ
âThatâs tantamount to asking someone not to admire artwork in a museum.â Gently, he coaxes you away from the wall and into his chest. âYou deserve to be cherished in full. Is that not why land-dwellers sculpt the human body?â
âThatâs different!â
âHow so?â
Please, (Name), youâre driving me wild. Please just let me love you. Please. Itâs all I want.
âMost of them are representations of deities and other important symbols.â
âIn that case, I am but your humble devotee.â
You roll your eyes. âFlattery doesnât work on me.â
âNo? Then how about this instead?â
Jade turns over on his back in the pool. Youâre tugged along for the ride, settled on his chest like a turtle resting on driftwood. His arms wrap around you. Stubbornâan adjective known to describe Jade on occasion.
âNow I wonât see a thing.â
His smile is too cheeky for your liking, but thatâs the last thing youâre thinking of. His hands creep down the expanse of your back. You yelp when he squeezes your asscheek.Â
âH-Hey! Watch where youâre touching!â Your expression is meant to be threatening, but all it does is earn you a gentle laugh.
âForgive me. My hand slipped.â
âYeah, right. Youâre not slick.â
He doesnât dignify that with a retort. Instead, he floats aimlessly on his back. You press yourself to his toned body and silently hope he canât feel your hardened nipples.
âCan you bring me back to the edge?â
âI can.â
Just not the edge youâre thinking of.
âWill you?â
âEventually.â
Itâs spoken like a promise, a sweet sigh. You donât believe him for a second.
Once more, his hand dips lower than it should to rub against your bare pussy. You flinch out of your skin, sucking in a deep breath. His whimsical laughter is more grating than nails on a blackboard.
âOops.â
You want to throw yourself into the water, but that would risk giving him an unintentional show and thatâs the last thing you want. So you squeeze your eyes shut and, body taut, lie still.Â
âCan youâwill you tell me whatâs going on?â
âI will.â
You wait for him to continue, but he chooses to bask in the silence instead. If you werenât trapped in his embrace, youâd throttle him. Or try to, at least. Heâs all muscle in this form, and it would be so easy for him to subdue you if he felt so inclined. The result of a wrestling match with a moray isnât exactly in your favor.
Groaning in defeat, you play right into his game: âCan you tell me?â
âAllow me to show you.â
He propels himself backwards, his tail fin cutting smoothly through the water. Youâre taken from the shallows to the deepest end of the pool. His hands find your waist and, with startling ease, he helps you up so that youâre sat just above his slit. It brushes against your pussy every time you shift. Minding his claws, he digs his fingers into your thighs to keep you still. You hurry to cover yourself with your arms, hoping to preserve whatâs left of your decency.
âMany mers prefer spring and summer climates.â
âBecause the waterâs warmer?â
âThatâs part of it.â His hands crawl up your waist to close around your arms. Gently, he pulls them away from your chest. His eyes stick to your breasts, but you canât muster the courage to fight him. âThe water is warm and food is plentiful. The perfect time to find a willing mate.â
âSo this isâyouâre inâŠheat, basically?â
âItâs rather unbearable if left untreated.â
âYou say that like itâs an illnessâŠâ Shaking your head, you sigh and offer a sympathetic grimace. âIâm really sorry, but I donât think I can help. I donât know the first thing about moray mating!â
âI wouldnât say that. You possess all the proper equipment. Itâs merely a matter of body language, really. Think of it like dancing,â he assures, petting your inner thigh. You watch his fingers inch closer and closer to your pussy, and with an embarrassed gasp you place your hand over it. âWonât you be a dear friend and help a poor moray in need? I would be very grateful to have your assistance. In fact, I would be in your debt. Isnât that most advantageous?â
âNo way! Ask someone else.â
âI would if I could, but this isnât the type of issue one can treat so carelessly. Selecting a mate is of great importance in the sea.â
âSo go to the sea and do it.â
âWeâre already there.â He chuckles at the dubious glower you give him. âAs it happens, Octavinelleâs surrounding territory is entirely oceanic. How fortunate for us.â
âWhy does it have to be me?â
My dear pearl, I treasure you something fierce, but youâre wearing my patience painfully thin.
âWhy not?â
âDidnât you just say picking a mate is super special?â
He hums, wondering if youâre feigning ignorance for the sake of the situation or if youâre genuinely this lost. Itâs likely the latter. After all, you accepted his invitation to mate without even knowing it.
âItâs a special occasion, yes. Many mers have new partners every summer. Sometimes they remain and other times the tide carries them along, bringing in new opportunities with every changing season.â
âAnd finding the one who sticks is the goal?â
âFor some of us.â
âSo what about you?â You narrow your eyes at him, suspicious. âYouâre speaking for everyone but yourself, Jade.â
Jade flushes. Your perceptive words are pointed, stabbing through thick skin to reach his heart. It isnât often someone parts all of his curtains to peer at the truth.
âI would like that,â he admits, soft and sweet, almost demure. âSomeone who sticks, as youâve put it.â
You watch his face carefully, but thereâs no lie to find. With his pinched brow and shimmering coloration, so much so itâs as if heâs been set aflame, you steel your nerves. He brightens the dark pool with his light, a beacon on still waters. Jade looks right back. The eye contact is headyâmore hypnotic than a swaying pendulum. He waits for you to make the first move, as is customary in his courtship, but when you donât react he begins to suspect itâs the opposite for yours.
But then you find your voice. So words are valued in human courtship. I seeâŠ
âIf I help with this⊠W-What exactly happens? What does it mean?â
Jade knows his pearl isnât stupid, but sometimes he really has to wonder.
âIt meansââ he takes the hand that had been previously protecting your nudity and pulls it away, fingers intertwiningâ âwe would copulate like every animal does.â
âI⊠Iâm not sure.â
âIâll be very gentle.â
âStillâŠâ
âYou have my word.â
âI know. I understand. Butââ
âItâs my first time as well.â
You stare at him, astounded by the revelation. âReally?â
âIndeed. So I ask that you forgive my boorish insistence. Iâm usually very prepared for my season, so itâs a shock itâs come so early.â
âYeah, thatâs weird. I wonder if itâs because youâre a human. Maybe something with your transformation?â Your breath catches in your throat when he presses two slender fingers against your clit. âH-Hold on⊠If you touch thereââ
Jadeâs mismatched eyes sparkle when he looks at you, wet with tears. âPlease,â he murmurs, resting his head back against the water. âPlease, (Name)âŠâ
Youâve never known Jade to cry or beg outright, let alone utter that single word in such a submissive tone. Heâs so vulnerable, an image curated for this very occasion. Not that this is imperative information you absolutely must know.
With slumped shoulders, you glance elsewhere. âIâm not so sureâŠâ
Jade considers himself fortunate to have his wits about him, otherwise he would have already had you plastered to the pool tiles, his cock thrust up in your tight pussy.
âI understand my size in this form may seem rather intimidating, but Iâm still myself.â
âI know. ButâŠâ
âYou can lead. Iâll follow. Almost like a dance.â Taking hold of your hips, he rocks you back and forth as if youâre a doll. Your cunt brushes against his slit and, though it isnât nearly as euphoric as the actual ordeal, it still sends a wave of carnal relief washing over him. He hums pleasantly, gills fluttering. âMhm⊠Like so. Itâs simple, isnât it? Nothing to fear.â
You place your palms against his chest to brace yourself. A reedy breath shakes through you. Jade can see the gears turning. Andâohâhow he wishes to be able to poke around your head to understand what it is youâre working through. Heâs certain heâd be walking on air if he could hear your innermost monologues: To love or not to love Jade Leech⊠Or, at present, this would be a better and very humorous phrasing of your secret dialogue: To fuck or not to fuck Jade LeechâŠÂ
Even if you donât love him now, you will later. Just as all life in his terrariums inevitably blooms, so, too, will your affection for him. Patient and persistent care will get him far. Heâs sure of that.
You shiver above him, face scrunched and bottom lip bitten to muffle your musical moans. He doesnât bother hiding his very obvious enjoyment as he guides you along until, eventually, your hips move on their own accord. You grind down against his slit, panting wetly, and he watches your lashes flutter, beautiful like butterfly wings. He admires the divine softness of your nudity, picturesque like that of the Renaissance.
No matter how delicious you are on the eyes, how electrifying it is to have your body pressed to his, itâs still not enough. Jade has half a mind not to buck up to meet your dripping pussy halfway, even if his every sense is telling him he should. Too much force and heâd throw you off into the pool; thereâs no telling what heâd do if you were in the water, fully at his mercy. So he allows you to have your fun, deems it polite that you find your end first before he follows. He has to remind himself that youâre not a mer and, thus, you wonât find it very appealing if he succumbs to animalistic urges.
Humans like gentle creatures. Jade is not a gentle creature by nature, but he enjoys masquerading as one.
If it were up to Jade, he would have just taken you for himself ages ago. The minute you looked him in the eyes, he would have grabbed your face in both hands and yanked you up to smash his mouth to yours. And then youâd know thereâs more beyond that curtain of placidity.
But thatâs not the approach he wants to take.
What he really wants, right now and in this moment, more than anything, is to be inside you, pump you so full of himself that youâll feel bloated like a whale carcass. Sink his teeth in your throat and taste the blood puddling beneath. Chew you out like youâre nothing more than a squeak toy and heâs your wildly disobedient dog. Dig his claws into your thighs until red ribbons slide down broken skin and cloud the water.
Your yelp brings him back to the present. For a strained second, he thinks heâs hurt youâgone too far and chased you away before the game could even begin. But the source of your startled reaction is easy to pinpoint, for itâs currently prodding at your folds.
âW-Whatâs that?â you ask around another gasp.
More of Jadeâs prehensile cock wriggles free from the safety of his slit. He squeezes his eyes shut to collect himself, hissing through his teeth.
âMost mers are equipped withâmmhâwith both sets ofâŠanatomyâŠâ His mind is whirling. He canât finish that thought. Does it even matter? Youâll understand without the explanation. âIt wonât hurt⊠You can touch it.â
You shake your head andâsevens, youâre lucky he loves you so much or else he wouldnât have the foresight to be mindful of your inability to breathe underwater. What heâd give to take you below the surface and ignore the world passing aboveâto spend what little eternity he has rutting into you, tails twining, mouths meetingâŠ
âI shouldnât⊠T-Thatâs yourâŠthing.â
He wasnât sure you could get cuter, but you do. Surprises are endless with you. He could never tire of this.
âOf course it is. How else am I to copulate without it?â he replies smartly. âItâs called breeding season for a reason, my dear.â
You lift your hips slightly to avoid the tip searching for a home within your gummy depths. Panic paints itself on your face. âW-Wait! You canâtââ
âYou seemed to be enjoying yourself moments ago. I promise you this will feel even better once itâs inside.â
âThat was before Iâb-before youâŠâ You swallow thickly, stumbling over your tongue. âThereâs no way I canâit looksâŠtoo big.â
âAny size is going to seem so if youâve never taken it before.â
Jade presses two fingers inside your pussy and spreads it. Slick strings from the opening, coating his digits in your arousal. You stiffen and hide behind your hands.
Aah, if only I could devour you right here and now⊠Youâre just too adorable. Are you doing this on purpose?
âYou neednât fret. If my fingers slide in like so, then Iâm certain it will be the same for myââ
âI donât know how mers do it, but if itâs anything like humansâŠâ You shake your head again, adamant. âI donât wanna get pregnant.â
Thatâs unavoidable, he wants to say, but that would serve to scare you away.
âWeâre incompatible.â Even Iâm not certain of that, but it must be false if the mermaid princess could start a family with her human. âTherefore, the risk is nonexistent.â
âAre you sure?â
Not in the slightest.
âQuite.â
Apprehensive, you still refuse to lower yourself onto him. Heâs aching, desperate and near-deranged from waiting, and if he were still in his human form heâd be sweating out of his skin. Jade grabs your hips again and, somewhat forcefully, brings you down to meet his tip.
âPlease,â he stresses, putting on his best, most convincing pout. âPlease, (Name), wonât you help me? I fear I canât endure any more of this torture.â
You open your mouth, but a trembling breath slips out in place of a protest. Jadeâs cock presses against your pussy, gradually delving inside. You almost flop on top of him, the air knocked out of your lungs as he spears you open. Jade grits his teeth. His claws rake across your sides. He has to remain calm, but how can he do that when heâs finally inside you after months of fantasizing? He knows now that his hand could never act as a substitute for the real thing.
To think he was missing something as grand as this all along! No amount of warmth could ever compare to you. Youâre an angel whoâs just taken him to Heaven.
You gasp again when he slams you down without warning. âOohâŠâ
He heaves a shaky, satisfied sigh. Tears dot his lash line. Heâs never known relief so strong. It wraps tightly around his cock, squeezing like a vise. If not your mind, your body definitely agrees to this connection. Youâve taken him so well. Surely you wanted this all along. It was just convoluted courtship, a messy tangle of misunderstanding. You want him to knock you upâto stuff you over and over until you canât fit anything else.
Oh, if only he had eggs. If only he could give you a clutch.
Next time, he thinks, and he means it.
âSee?â he says, finding his voice. It comes out breathless, like heâs just been squeezed dry. Not yet. Soon, though. Heâs sensitive, and it betrays whatever image he hoped to curate by seeming unbothered. Youâre supposed to fall apart first, yet here he is on the verge of coming undone. âYouâve fit every inch. I surmise you could fit even more.â
âI donât want to!â You lift your body, but itâs a silly endeavor. His cock twitches and curves up against your walls. You and Jade groan in unison, your eyes squeezed shut. âWe shouldâve just gone toâhaaâProfessor Crewel and let him handle thisâŠâ
âMagical intervention would only pause the inevitable. These cycles are easier to manage as they happen. And thisââ he helps you grind down against him, to which you do with startling obedience (but then perhaps heâs just strong enough to manhandle and pretend itâs compliance)â âis the best medicine.â
His webbed hand closes around one of your breasts. Itâs soft and springy in his grasp. He pinches your nipple experimentally, and you clench around him.
âAh, do you like being touched here?â
âMmhâno⊠Not there. Donâtâooh!â
âOr perhaps here?â he asks, circling your clit.
âStopâyou canâtâŠâ
âBut I already am.â
You muster the energy to glare halfheartedly, but it soon unravels when he drags you up and down once more. The sound of skin on skin fills the room, every lewd, wet slap an addition to your cries. Jade wonders if this is what true inner peace is, for heâs never been more elated. So utterly, indescribably relieved.
Youâre just what he needs to weather this cruel winter.
Jadeâs mind, once so organized, is a chaotic scramble. Youâve always occupied a majority of his thoughts, but now youâre made front and center. Everything revolves around you at this moment. He even tries to sync his breathing with yours, if only to feel closer to you. As if this bodily connection isnât already close enough.
You happen to glance at him then. Thereâs a glaze to your gaze that wasnât there before. He admires the way it makes you lookâthe softness in your eyes and the subtle part of your lips. You appear so blissful while you rock yourself on his cock, dragging your hips in jerky motions. He doesnât think twice about the sloppy nature of your union, for he moves with a singular goal in mind.
He reaches without meaning to, searching for your heartbeat so that it can align with his, and you squeak in surprise when youâre pulled against his chest. Jadeâs reminded youâre not a mer when he tries to wrap his tail around your nonexistent one, feeling legs kick out instead. Just like that, ripples run across tranquil waters as youâre flipped over.
Ah. I was too hasty.
You break the surface, coughing and spluttering. He mourns the disconnect immediately, yearning for your warmth again. When he comes up to join you, heâs met with a splash.
âA-At least warn me before you do that!â You mumble the rest of your disappointment, but Jadeâs keen ears pick it up anyway. âI didnât even get to finishâŠâ
Jade chuckles and wipes water from his eyes. His face is bright, burning with joy. âMy apologies. I may have gotten carried away.â
âObviously.â You huff. âNow can you bring me to the edge?â
He winds around you. âIt would be my pleasure.â
Youâre pressed against the pool wall, legs spread and wrapped around his waist. He braces himself on either side of you, his fingers curling around the ledge. With how strong his grip is, itâs a shock the tiles havenât cracked under the pressure. You avoid his stare while he pushes in. He listens to your breath stutter, and thatâs all it takes to shatter his self-control. He draws away, savors the confusion polluting the air, and then snaps his hips forward to fill you with every inch of his strange, inhuman cock. A strangled moan rips from your throat and you throw your head back, deflating flatly against the floor.
Jadeâs brows knit together. He bows his head, gasping into your neck. His teeth are centimeters from unmarked flesh. He wants to bite you, but the sensation of your velvety walls wrapped around his cock is so distracting. He thinks he might faint. It feels too good. So warm. So wet. So tight. Is this really what humans feel like on the inside? Are they always so soft? He feels boneless as he rolls his hips, numb and dumb, mindless like an animal.
Thatâs really all heâs ever been: an animal enthralled, his sights forever locked on you. Heâd do anything to get you to look at him.
Your arms snake around him, and you cling so sweetly, your nails scraping at his back, that he almost cums right then. Your voice is in his ears, wanton and whispery.
âJ-Jade⊠Aah, JadeâŠâ You hold firmly, unyielding, and chant his name like itâs something holy. âOh, please, Jade!â
You were so averse before. Now look at you. Youâre so cute. The cutest, in fact. I want to make you mine and lock you away forever. Your voice, your body, your smile, your everything⊠It would be mine to admire. A fascination reserved specially for me.
âIt doesnât hurt, does it?â he asks, tracing your cheek with a claw.
A fond smile graces his face. You blink up at him. Tears track down your cheeks, but he knows they arenât woeful. Youâre enjoying this just as much as he is. You want him. You like him. You have no choice.
âFeels fullâŠâ
âDoes it?â
âMhm.â
That angelic smile fades into something wicked and proud. Full. Youâre full. Full of him and, very soon, full of as many loads as he cares to give.
His hand dips between your bodies to nudge at your clit. You choke around a bawdy moan. If he fools himself, he imagines your parted lips are mirroring the same invitation he voiced to you earlier. Maybe it really is. Maybe youâve finally understood this facet of his language.Â
Hypnotized, Jade watches your lips. He doesnât even register heâs leaning in. You struggle somewhat, but he just kisses you harshly. His tongue slithers past your lips to explore the insides of your mouth, prodding at the back of your throat until youâre digging your nails into his shoulders.
I love you. I love you. I love you and need you and want you. Youâre all mine. Finally mine.
Saliva dribbles from your lips when he pulls back. His eyes are blown wide.
All mine.
When he leans in for another kiss, this one more dizzying than the last, he presses his hips to yours, aiming to get as close to your womb as possible. He needs to. Needs to be deeply acquainted with your insides. Needs to flood your empty womb with enough cum to guarantee pregnancy. Needs to knock you up and watch you swell with his child so that youâll be even softer than you are now. Oh, the beauty of it all is too tantalizing! Youâd look so cute, maternity wear stretched taut around your gravid belly. And your tits would grow fat and heavy with milk. He can already picture it: Youâd fluster when you leak through your shirt, even more so when he takes your teat in his mouth and drinks his fill. He wonders if youâd call him gross, a pervert, a freak⊠Would you do so if he asked?
Would you hate him if you knew all of the depraved fantasies that flit around in his head?
Maybe. The lack of linear clarity excites him. Endless possibilities. He wants to know all of them.
He wants toâ
With a wheeze, he cums quick and hard, lashes fluttering and vision whiting out. Your body flinches beneath him, caught in the throes of pleasure as you, too, ride out an orgasmic wave.
He comes to moments later, his heart racing, and rests his forehead against yours.
âThatâsâŠit, right?â you mumble, running your fingers through matted hair. âItâs over, isnât it?â
Jade tries a shy smile. âOn the contrary, weâre only just beginning. A merâs season isnât over until theyâve emptied everything, heart and soul, into their mate.â
Can he really call his dick his heart and soul? Maybe. It sickens him with a wild delight.
No matter how many rounds, heâs going to love you until youâre thoroughly worn out.
You donât have a choice.
But then you already love him, donât you?
You will by the end of this.
And suddenly he doesnât feel so bad anymore. Suddenly, heâs no longer embroiled in the sticky shackles of winter woes.
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A Lesson In Discipline
Warnings: Breeding/Mating/Use of Pheromones
When you had brought the jars of pheromones, there was a bit of doubt lingering in the back of your mind. After all, plenty had taken advantage of the werewolf pack moving into your city. While the identities of the members were a secret, they were always skulking about on the full moon, picking their mate for the night.
Those who were chosen said it was the best sex of their life, raw and primal. Bowlegged walks and the scent that clung to them gave credence to their claim. And for the remaining cycle of the moon, they would have good fortune and preferential treatment as the packmemberâs mate.
You dabbed a drop behind your ears. While your nose couldnât pick anything up, you hadnât expected it to. Hopefully, you hadnât been duped with just plain water.
The next day while out, you caught a few people looking at you with hunger. Glazed over eyes, lips parted slightly as drool seeps out just enough to moisten lips, some stand up taller, muscles taut as they look ready to pounce on you, a slight rumble in chests and throats as they look you over, nostrils flaring as they drink in your scent.
Even when you washed behind your ears in the public bathroom at university, you could see the few who let their gazes linger just a little longer. The glimmer of hunger was there, but restraint had returned. It figured college students would be a prime pick for the pack.
During your latest lecture, a few stragglers seemed to paying more attention to you than the professor. Tight fists gripped pens and pencils hard enough to snap, fingers pounded on keyboards despite the owners not taking their eyes off you. The overwhelming scent of musk quickly filled the air as condensation formed on the large windows facing the courtyard.
When the bell rang, a sense of relief washed over you when the professor clapped his hands together.
âClass dismissed!â His normally monotone voice boomed through the classroom. The lookers slumped and slunk out. If they had tails, they would be between their legs.
âExcept for you.â The professor pointed right at you.
As you walked closer, you noticed his nails seemed to be a little longer than usual. Or maybe they had always been that way? He leaned on his desk, but still towered over you.
âWhat were you thinking?â He hissed. His canines were slightly elongated, the rest of his teeth tapered. âWearing something so potent?â
âSir?â You asked. You swallowed hard, a quiver in your stomach.
âThere are less disciplined wolves out in the city.â His nails scraped against the top of the desk, small shavings curling under the tips. âIf you wander off campus, then youâll be putting a target on your back.â
âI tried to scrub it off.â You confessed, not even trying to feign ignorance or innocence. âI thought thatââ
âLess disciplined wolves wouldnât give you a warning.â He growled, his muscles audibly straining as he gripped the desk tighter. Even as he spoke, there was a shift in his pantsâ fabric as his erection grew. âFortunately for you⊠Iâm far more restrained.â
âThank you for the warning.â You managed to stutter out, although you could feel the desire starting to fan to life inside you. He was an older man, but remarkably handsome, silver hair and a beard, with caramel colored eyes that looked almost amber. His dress clothes were tight against his body. Strong, and big. Both wide and tall.
Your face burned, and you hoped he didnât see it. Actually, a small part hoped he did.
âYouâre in no danger as long as you remain on campus.â He assured you, finally letting go of the desk and closing the distance between you. The scent of his cologne was strong. No, not cologne⊠Musk.
âWe deal with unruly pack members diligently.â
The windows seemed to fog up more when he leaned down to your neck. Warm breath rolled over your neck as he panted, taking in your scent.
âThat includes mates.â
(Part 02 is here!)
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Stolen Glances (College!Matt Murdock x College!Fem!Reader)
Authorâs Note:Â Hey everyone! I've been on a writing hiatus after feeling uninspired after a long while, and I think it's kind of helped reset my creative juices. I'm entering my busy season at work, so I don't know how much time I'll have for writing in the future, but I'm back to feeling more like myself. I figured one of the best ways to return to writing was with some College Matt! Enjoy! :)
Summary:Â Your best friend convinces you to go out with her to a bar to celebrate the start of spring break, and to your surprise, the night takes an unexpected turn for the better when your friend calls over two people she knows from her law classesâone of whom you just so happen to have a huge crush on.
Warnings:Â Flirting, swearing, reader nickname (not-name specific) drinking, kissing, getting caught in the rain, smut (oral-f!receiving, Matt's mouth being a menace, praise kink, Matt being a lil' tiny touch possessive, Matt lightly biting at Reader's shoulder, p in v protected sex, aftercare)
Other Characters:Â Foggy Nelson, OFCs
Word Count:Â 6,084
âStop staring,â Amy says as she sips her drink.Â
âIâm not,â you murmur as you roll your beer bottle absentmindedly on the sticky bar counter of Josieâs. How Amy even got you out tonight is beyond you. You donât go to bars. Youâre not even a big fan of going out in general. But tonight, you caved, and followed her in the rain to a dive bar in Hellâs Kitchen for cheep beer, gossip, and people watching. And itâs people watching that lead your eyes to land on one of the prettiest men youâve ever seen. Matt Murdockâenter frantically smitten swoon here. Heâs a law student with a voice like honey, a smile that could light up a room, and the best ass in the entire world.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, you had to stumble into the one that he was in.
âYou are,â Amy counters.Â
âNot.â
âAre.âÂ
âFine,â you sigh. âGlancing. Let me have this.â
âHeâs single, you know. Broke up with the girl he was dating all last year.â
âWhich means heâs not looking for anyone.â
âOr he rebounds fast and wants to get under someone. Er, have someone get under him. Hell, I donât know what heâs in to.â
âAmes.â
âWhat? Iâm just speculating. Just like you are ogling him.â
âAgain, not ogling. Glancing. Besides, heâs way out of my league. And you know what? This, right here, is a perfect situation for meâitâs a crowded bar, heâs blind, no one here knows me or cares about me and wonât think twice of me looking in that direction. This is the only time I can pine after someone and not get flustered and weird if he looks in my direction or watch Cindy from my BrontĂ«âs class try to show off her cleavage to get his attention. And she totally would, event to the one guy that literally canât see it. Which brings me back exactly to my pointâhe canât see us here or the undoubtedly big heart shapes my eyes are in.â
âWhat if his friend does?â
âHe has his back to us, he wonâtâ.â
âFOGGY!â
âYou are a major asshole, you know that?â you hiss as you whip your head around to scowl at her.
âWell, now, you can glance up close, see the finer details. Maybe accidentally touch his big arms?â she says with an innocent smile and delightfully raised eyebrows. âOr something else big.â
âBe nice.â
âIâm always nice. Besides, theyâre my friends. You survive Professor Murphyâs class together, youâre blood brothers for lifeâHey, Fog! Murdock!â
âI didnât know you guys came to Josieâs,â Foggy smiles as they get close enough to where the two of you sit. âIf I had, I wouldâve invited you to some of our post-test outings.â
âWell, Kitty here is a lightweight, so itâs not often I get to bring her to bars. I think I finally convinced her because itâs the Friday before spring break and she doesnât have to do homework right this moment,â Amy hums. She so knows what she is doing, and you donât know if you should kick her in the shins or be eternally grateful for how Matt turns his head to you next.Â
âKitty?â Matt smiles, and it makes your cheeks burn. He wets his lips lightly as he turns his body toward you, and you canât help but duck your gaze and shrink in on yourself a bit.Â
âAn unfortunate nickname that has followed me since I was four and canât seem to shake,â you explain. âNow that Iâm not four, (Y/N) just fine.â
âItâs cute, though. Maybe youâll tell me the story.â
Fuck, whyâd he have to say it like that? Youâd tell him absolutely anything heâd want if he spoke to you like that again.
âMaybe,â you breathe. âMaybe not.â
The smile he flashes you is soft, dreamy, and alluring. âSomeday it is, then.â
âWhy donât you two take a seat with us?â Amy asks as she swallows the last of her drink. âHave a few rounds with us. I mean, you guys know me, but letâs include (Y/N) into the fold. Probably good that you two legal goobers befriend an English major. Help you guys avoid being duped in a contract or something because of semantics or syntax or something.â
âOffense,â Foggy scoffs.
â(Y/N)âs worst is still better than your best, and you know it.â
âDown, Ames,â you chuckle, putting a hand on her shoulder. âRemember what I said about being nice?â
âAmy? Nice?â Matt smirks. âIâm afraid we havenât earned that privilege.â
âSo, how long have you known Amy?â Foggy asks as he waves Josie over for another round.Â
âToo long,â you chuckle, earning you a playful kick under the bar.
âHarsh,â Matt hums.
âFor someone whoâs basically my sister? Nah. Weâve been friends since we could toddle around,â Amy shrugs. âYou two should understand that oneâI mean, roommates for two years and essentially an identical course load? Youâre as good as brothers.â
âVery true,â Foggy smiles as he opens his next beer. âI mean, sure, Matt got all the good looks, but I have the boyish wit and knack for sarcastic comments.â
âSeems like a pretty perfect pairing to me,â you add.Â
Foggy claps Mattâs back with a big smile. âSee that, pal? Even the people that just meet us can see weâre a perfect match! Murdock and Nelson, taking New York City law by storm! Rolling in the money, the biggest of the bigs wanting us on retainer!â
âA real life Harvey Spector and Mike Ross,â Amy says with a playful roll of her eyes.
âTake it from a blind man, Nelson and Murdock has a better ring to it,â Matt hums as he sips his beer. âAnd while money is nice, thereâs still something really nice about saving the world.â
âMatty the Martyr,â he sighs. âYou know, (Y/N), my parents wanted me to be a butcher.â
âFog, please, not the butcher story!â Matt begs.Â
âYeah, please,â Amy seconds. â(Y/N) doesnât need to hear it.â
âUgh, tough crowd tonight,â he sighs. âYouâll hear about it, (Y/N) . . . someday.â
âMildly ominous. Definitely non-threatening,â you grin before everyone starts to laugh. âSo, what brings you guys out? Is this a post-test outing?â
âNah, just a Friday night,â Matt smiles.Â
âWell,â Amy says, holding up her new drink. âTo just a Friday night.â
You all clink the necks of the bottles together before you drink, chatting briefly before Amy playfully insults Foggyâs pool playing skills. The two of them down their drinks before they make their way to the pool table to prove one another wrong.
âI donât know how those two are friends, sometimes,â Matt chuckles.Â
âWell, Amy has three brothers,â you hum. âShe loves pushing peopleâs buttons like that.â
âAnd Foggy doesnât back down from challenges like that. Although, I agree that Amy could wipe the floor with Fog at pool.â
You laugh, biting your lip from laughing too loud in the bar. âI wonât tell him you said that.â
âEh,â he squeaks. âI think he knows where I stand on his pool skills. I mean, a blind guy can beat him.â
You feel your face grow hot with the attention heâs giving you, but itâs all very welcome as you both begin to chat about whatever comes to your minds. For how pretty he is and how flustered you get talking into to people you find attractive, conversation comes so easily with Matt. You feel like you could tell him anything. But thatâs the dangerous thingâthereâs no way this could work, as a friend or for whatever your brain could dream up. Heâs too . . . magnetic. Youâd misread something, and in the end, youâd be the one getting hurt. Besides, if youâve learned anything from Amy, part of being an attorney is learning how to charm the pants off of whomever youâre talking to. And unfortunately for you, youâre just the girl at the bar heâs trying to schmooze only to never see again.
â(Y/N)?â he asks, trying to catch your attention.
âHm?â you hum, snapping out of it.Â
His face is soft, but definitely concerned. âAre you okay?â
âY-Yeah,â you stutter. âI was just thinking of something.âÂ
He raises his eyebrows, silently asking if you want to talk about it, but a small pang in your chest makes you want to run away and hide in a corner.Â
âI donât think pool is supposed to take that long,â you say, changing the subject and craning your neck around the bar to try and spot your friends. âI have absolutely no idea where Amy went. It looks like Foggyâs gone, too.â
Matt lets out a small, breathy laugh with a knowing grin.
âDo you want to share the joke with the class?â
âFogâs been on my case lately about meeting new people. I wouldnât be surprised if he conspired with Amy.â
âYou know, Iâd say thatâs impossible, but Amy is always trying to set me up and calling me Hermit Homebody.â
âDoesnât quite roll off the tongue like 'Kitty'.â
âItâs more alliterative, though.â
âSo,â he hums, turning his body toward yours. âWhatâs the story behind Kitty?â
âYouâre gonna judge.â
He holds out his pinky to you. âNo judgement. Promise.â
You lick your lips before you move your hand to lock your pinky with his.Â
âI really loved Hello Kitty when I was little. I basically wanted to be Hello Kitty. Like, absolutely obsessedâalarm clock, bedsheets, plushies, the whole shebang. I even dressed like Hello Kitty. Yellow shirt, blue overalls or an overall dress, and a red bow in my hair, and I had Hello Kitty socks to wear with my sneakers or little Mary Janeâs. It made getting dressed easy, but it definitely annoyed my mom after a bit.â
âThatâs really cute.â
âItâs really not,â you chuckle.
âIt is, trust me. And, if it makes you feel any better, a lot of free public domain braille texts were legal documents; after the accident that blinded me, thatâs all my dad could really get me between hospital bills, trauma therapy and recovery, and our regular bills. I read a lot of Frederick Douglas while he did boxing practice. Between reading those and my dadâs hope for me to get a good job and use my brain instead of my fists, thatâs what drove me to be a lawyer. Iâm not sure I would have applied to law school if not for that.â
âWow. Thatâs . . . amazing. Honestly.â
His brows furrow slightly as he tilts his head down slightly. âI like to think that Iâm making him proud. But Iâm afraid that Iâll end up letting him down eventually. He . . . He gave me so much, he gave up so much. For me.â
You place your hand on his thatâs resting atop of the bar, giving it a squeeze. âThe fact that you know the extent of your dadâs sacrifices and youâre worried about letting him down means that you couldnât possibly disappoint him.â
Matt nods and you see his Adamâs Apple bob as he swallows hard. You could swear that you see a tear roll down his cheek, but youâre distracted when he turns his hand over to hold onto yours better, lacing his fingers in yours.Â
âThank you,â he says quietly, taking a deep breath. âHearing that . . . it means a lot.â
âItâs just the truth as I see it.â
âDo you want to get out of here?â Matt hums as he turns his head toward you. âWe could grab a bite, just walk around.â
âNo ulterior motives?â
âNot unless you want me to have ulterior motives.â
You look at him, your heart beating so loudly in your chest, you wouldnât be surprised if he could hear it. âIâm not that kind of girl.â
âOkay,â he breathes. âThen no ulterior motives.â
âIâm not opposed to stopping at the soft pretzel cart thatâs a few blocks over, though.â
He gives you a small smile.
âSomething funny?â
âBeer and pretzels,â he hums.Â
âHar har.â
âCâmon,â he says with a little jerk of his head. âLead the way.â
Putting some money on the counter to cover your drinks, you slide off of the barstool, your hand still in Mattâs as he mimics your movement before unfurling his cane. You both walk in comfortable silence, recalling little anecdotes from your childhoods as you stroll along the route.Â
âYouâve gotta be kidding me,â you laugh.
âIâm not,â he says with a big smile. âI got so much hell from the nuns for it. Father Lantom put on a little show and was a little mad about it, yeah, but the âtalking toâ that he gave me was about the Yankees game. In fairness, I honestly did worse when I was youngerâprobably took years off of all of their lives. Probably still do, when they think too hard about it.â
âGosh,â you say with another laugh. âYouâre such a daredevil.â
âHey, Iâve turned out just fine. For the most part.âÂ
âYeah, youâve got a point. You seem pretty alright.â
âPretty alright?â he croons. âIâll take it. Any pointers for how I can increase my ranking, though?â
âWell, if I told you, itâd be too easy,â you smirk as you approach your destination. âHeya, Boyd.â
âKitty!â he beams. âLong time no see! Youâre usual?â
âThatâd be great. Schoolâs been busy.â
âYou know sheâs in Columbia?â he starts to tell Matt. âSmartest girl I know.â
âShe is amazing,â Matt says, and you feel your cheeks burn hot.
âMattâs one of my classmates,â you explain.Â
âAh, so youâre a smart one, too. Kitty here is one of a kindâdonât do anything stupid to loose this one.â
âIâll do my best not to,â he smiles.
âDâyou want anything with yours?â
âMustard, please.â
Boyd hands Matt his pretzel, but puts his hand up when you try to pay.Â
âNot tonight, Kitty,â he says. âMy treat.â
âDonât be silly, Boyd,â you counter. âYou know our rule, only on birthdays.â
âYeah, but you included me on your date. I feel real special. All warm and fuzzy like.â
Your cheeks burn even hotter when he says âdateââ you appreciate that Boyd thinks youâre in the same league.Â
âPlease?â you try.
âAlright. But youâre getting your change back. This one, she always tries to scurry away before I can give her her change back!â
âDonât worry, Iâll make sure she doesnât escape,â Matt chuckles, his hand resting on your waist, the gentle touch sending goosebumps up your spine.
âAtta boy. You know, I like this one. He ainât that bad. Here, Kitty. Have a nice night, you two!â
âNight, Boyd!â you smile.Â
âNice to meet you,â Matt adds. Once youâre out of earshot, he asks, âHow come he can call you Kitty?â
âBecause Boyd has known me since I was six,â I chuckle before I take another bite of my pretzel. âYouâve gotta earn it.â
âOh, so now youâll let me earn the chance to call you Kitty?â
âIf you play your cards right.â
âSounds like a challenge.â
âYou seem like the kind of guy that likes challenges.â
He grins and raises his eyebrows as if conceding to your point before taking a bite of is pretzel, licking up the mustard at the corner of his mouth. The absolutely obscene thoughts that cross your mind when he does that would even make a sinner in church blushâbut also appreciate the sentiment. You finish your pretzels quickly, continue to walk aimlessly around and talk about whatever comes to your mind.
âWow,â you hum as you look at a clock on the other side of the park weâre walking through.
âWhat?â he hums.Â
âItâs almost three.â
âSeriously? No.â You feel Mattâs arms shift, and you watch his fingers slide over the face of his watch. âShit. Itâs almost three. I didnât think we were talking for that long.â
âMe either. Not that Iâm complaining about it.â
âNeither am I.â
âMaybe weâre just really slow walkers?â
Matt laughs. âIt is a really nice night.â
Thereâs a comfortable silence before you speak next. âI donât do this, normally. Go outâgo out to a bar, no lessâwalk with guys aimlessly around the city.â
âTell people the story of your nickname? Or bring them to meet your pretzel godfather?â he teases gently, and you chuckle softly and nod.Â
âDefinitely not either of those.â You take in a deep breath before you continue. âSomething feels different tonight, though, and I like it. And I only started liking it when you and Foggy joined us at our table.â
âYeah?â he says so softly you almost donât hear it.
âYeah,â you confirm.Â
âIf it makes you feel any better, I like it, too.â
Your gaits slow before Matt turns into you, a relaxed, dreamy look on his face. Itâs not a face youâve seen him flash the girls on campusâthe cocky, over-confident swagger thatâs usually there replaced with something almost dreamy and entirely genuine. Your heart starts to race as he leans in, but you both freeze in place when the sky opens up and you get caught in a sudden downpour. You squeak and he lets out a soft grunt before Matt hand grabs yours, and you rush toward the sidewalk. You raise your hand to wave down an oncoming taxi, and as you both slide in, Matt gives his address to the cabbie.Â
The ride is short, but itâs definitely better than making the trip in the pouring rain. When the cabbie pulls to the curb, Matt hands him the fare and the tip, opening the door and sliding out first, waiting for you to follow. He uses his large frame to try and shield you from the rain as you run into the lobby of his dorm, tracking in puddles into the elevator.Â
âWould Foggy mind if I crash here for the night? I mean, whatâs left of it,â you ask, your arms hugging yourself as you shiver in front of his door.Â
âYou donât need to worry about him. Heâs staying with his family for the first half of break,â Matt says as he slides the key into the lock, leading you into the very nice dorm apartment. âItâs just us here.â
âAh,â you hum softly, looking around the space. âI wish my dorm looked like this. I think I chose the wrong major.â
Matt chuckles softly as he moves about the space. âWell, each year we get better housing choices, and the ADA complaint dorms were updated a few years ago. Foggy just reaps the rewards of being my friend.â
âWell, it is very nice. Definitely decorated by boys, though.â
Matt chuckles softly, walking into what you assume is his room before coming back out in pajamas, a folded set of clothes in his extended hand.Â
âThanks,â you smile as you take the sweatshirt and sweatpants out of his hands.
âCanât have you be chilly,â he hums. âLetâs face itâAmy would kill me if I let you catch a cold.â
âYou, Foggy, and then me. In that order,â you laugh. âYou know, I honestly thought it was done raining for the night.â
âIâm just glad we caught a cab. And that you let me pay.â
âWell, you gave them the address to your dorm. Seemed right that you foot the bill.â
Matt chuckles as you turn to side off your wet clothes and put on his fluffy sweater and sweats. Yes, it feels a little odd to change in front of him, but itâs not like he can see you in your underwear, and you need to get these wet clothes off. And if tonight has taught you anything, Matt is someone you feel comfortable and safe around.
âLetâs hope these dry by the morning,â you say, folding your soaked clothes and putting them over the stool in the kitchen area.Â
âYou can keep them as long as you need. Something tells me Iâll get them back eventually.â
You blush deeply. âIn a timely manner. Promise.â
âIâm not gonna force you out when the sun comes up, you know,â Matt continues. âWe can go down and throw your clothes into the dryer in the morning. Maybe go grab breakfast after theyâre out.â
âThat sounds nice.â
âWant to go to the living room?â
âNo ulterior motives?â you smirk.Â
He laughs, and you swear you just made him to blush. âNo. Not unless you want there to be,â he responds.Â
âI donât think Iâd be opposed to some.â
Matt slides off his glasses, placing them on the kitchen table. His eyes sparkle in the moonlight coming through the window, taking a half step forward and placing his hands on your waist. You lean in to help close the space between your bodies, and when his lips finally meet yours, you feel your heart skip a beat as electricity shoots through your veins. You slide your hands up his body to cradle is face as he pulls you in even closer. The kiss is passionate, tender, and everything that a kiss should be. When he pulls back, youâre breathless and dizzy in all the best ways. His forehead rests on yours, and you desperately wish heâd lean in for another kiss.Â
âAre those acceptable motives?â he whispers, nudging his nose against yours.
âMm,â you hum. âVery.â
He smiles, leaning in for another kiss, the force of the embrace knocking the back of your legs against the sofa. You pull him into you, knocking the pair of you down on the couch, his body crushing yours in the most glorious of ways for a moment until he can position himself better on the furniture. His hands have a firm grip on your body, sending wave after wave of chills up your spine as you chase his lips for more kisses. One of his large hands cradles the back of your head, holding you closer so he can gain better access to the kiss, and you realize his glasses arenât perched on his face anymore. You donât even know when he wouldâve have a chance to take them off. But do you really care?Â
No. No you donât.
As you make out, Matt slides you onto his lap, giving you a bit more leverage as you embrace. You lips mirror one anotherâs, curving up into smiles. You take in a sharp breath as you feel his hands slide under the sweater and up your back, the simple action sending goosebumps up your spine. You moan into the embrace and lean forward to deepen it, accidentally nipping his lower lip between yours. It elicits a strong response from Matt, his fingers digging into your skin, sure to leave little bruises as souvenirs before moving up to tug at the hair at the nape of your neck. His fingers should have their own insurance policy, because wherever they trace on your body feels like a million dollarsâthe warmth, the strength, the gripâgoes straight to the apex of your thighs. Firm, relaxing, and downright sinful.
You pull back from the kiss, Mattâs swollen lips chasing yours as you lean away, turning your head to yawn.Â
âAm I putting you to sleep, sweetheart?â he smirks, softly kissing your neck before moving so his face points toward yours.Â
âYouâre definitely relaxing me, thatâs for sure,â you tell him as you look back at his face. âItâs just been a really long week.â
âWe can stop if you want.â
âYou stop, and Iâm telling Amy and Foggy.â
âOh, well, we canât have that.â
âNo, we canât.â
With more smiles, you lean back into the kiss. Mattâs grip is firm on your waist before sliding his hands down and over the globes of your ass, moving to your upper thighs before lifting you up. Youâre too focused on his lips to try and watch where heâs taking you, even though you have a good idea. You moan into his mouth as you feel Matt lay you down on his mattress.
âAt least if you get a little too tired to keep going, you can fall asleep in a bed,â he whispers before he starts to kiss your neck.
âSo kind of you.â
âI try.â He presses a soft kiss to your lips. âCan I keep going?â
âYes. Definitely.â
Matt flashes you a devilish grin before leaning back in, his hands sliding up under the borrowed sweatshirt tracing the curves of your body.
âYou can take it off, you know,â you murmur against his lips. âItâs your shirt, after all.â
He hums in delight, doing as you ask and ridding the fabric from your body and pushing it to the side. âYouâre chilly now,â he hums kissing all over the exposed skin, pulling soft moans from your throat.Â
Itâs your turn to slither your hands up against his rock-hard body under his clothes, lightly raking your fingernails along his skin. âWhatâre you gonna do about it?â
âI have a few ideas.â
âThen show me.â
Mattâs lips slot back over yours, tasting every ounce of your mouth that he can. He pulls back, whipping his shirt off. Youâre unable to prevent your jaw from dropping when you see his exposed chest, a little wooden cross hanging from a cord around his neck a strong contrast from his fair skin and rippling muscles. It doesnât hang too long, the space between the two of you closed just as swiftly as it was created before his hands deftly undoes your bra. Mattâs hands slide the straps down your arms, tossing it to the side before his large hands palm at the fleshy mounds, his hips inadvertently beginning to roll against your legs.Â
âMm,â you hum as you start to mark his neck. âIâd say weâre moving fast, but, I like where weâre moving. Seems like you do, too.â
âFuck,â he hisses. âLet me lay you down and make you feel good, angel.â
âMm, âangelâ,â you smirk as you pull him on top of you. âSounds better than âKittyâ. Better not be calling any other girls that.â
âItâll be just for you. Swear.â
âGood.â
âDoesnât mean Iâm gonna try and stop earning the right to call you Kitty, though.â
âConsider it earned. Can even call me Kitten. Now, please tell me you have some condoms here.â
âMm, I do. But, the thing is, that pretzel left me hungry, angel. I need to eat a little more.â
Your brows furrow before Matt holds your face in his hands, kissing you deeply. He trails his kisses down the column of your neck, moving lower with each embrace, down your chest and torso until his lips reach where your skin and his sweatpants meet.Â
âIs it okay if I pull these down, sweetheart?â he asks, pressing feather-soft kisses on your stomach. âCan I kiss you there? Can I taste you, sweetheart?â
âYes,â you breathe a little too quickly, moving your fingers into his soft hair. âPlease.â
He smiles, kissing your belly button before curling his fingers round the waistband of the sweats and underwear and sliding them down your legs. His strong hands gently part your legs, exposing yourself to him, his soft, pouty lips kissing back and forth along your inner thighs until his nose brushes the slick folds. A soft moan escapes your throat, so quiet that you almost donât hear it. As soon as it leaves your lips, you swear you hear Matt growl a little before diving in between your legs. This time, you moan louder, your back arching off of the bed and your fingers clutching the sheets.Â
âMatt!â you squeak. His hands are firm on your hips, keeping his face buried in your core, tasting and savoring you like youâre the sweetest of desserts. Your chest heaves as you squirm against him, but each movement of your body only spurs him on to hold you tighter. He hums into your pussy, the vibrations working all the way up your body.Â
âM-Matt,â you stutter, feeling yourself get wound tightly as he works diligently between your legs. âMatt, Iâoh, fuck!â
Matt just hums, keeping pace and enjoying the taste of you on his tongue. You continue to whimper, whine, and squirm, biting your lip harder as you get closer to your release. You suck in a sharp breath when you feel Matt pull away from you, his face in your direction, his mouth and chin shiny with your slick.
âDonât hold back, angel. Iâve got you,â he pants. âMake those pretty noises for me. Itâs just you and me, okay? Donât worry about if anyone else can hear. Itâs just you and me.â
âOkay,â you say breathily with a frantic nod. âOkay.â
âGood girl.â
You could cum with those two words, and the quick twitch at the corner of his mouth tells me that he knows it, too. With a lick of his lips, he dives back down without missing a beat, sliding two thick fingers into you, gently pumping them and curling his fingers to squish against the perfect spot that makes your vision go spotty. You let out your loudest cry of the night, the sheer volume hurting your throat a little. It elicits a deep growl from Matt, and with one more lick, youâre quaking and unraveling on his face. Little tremors continue to jolt through your body as Matt works to lick up every last drop of you before pressing a soft kiss on your swollen nub and kissing his way back up your body.Â
You lean up and crash your lips into his, desperate for him. Matt eagerly kisses you back, letting you taste yourself, exploring how you mix with him.Â
âAre you up for more?â he pants as he pulls back, trying to smooth down your tousled hair.Â
âPlease,â you say, the faintest hint of a whine in your voice. âIâm ready.â
Matt smiles, pecking your lips quickly before leaning back and taking his sweats off. Your eyes involuntarily widen when you see just how big he is. If tonight with Matt hasnât ruined other men for you yet, the feeling of him inside you and how it will undoubtedly linger for days will.
âYou okay?â he pants as he works to slide on the condom.
âIâm doing great,â you swallow, trying to remain coherent through the bliss.Â
His laugh is like warm tea with honey.
âIâm glad to hear that.â
With the condom firmly on, he leans forward to kiss you slowly. âReady?â
âReady.â
Matt kisses you again, adjusting the pillows behind you as he lines himself up with your entrance. He places his hands on you gently, forehead resting on yours, before carefully starting to slide in. You bite your lip as your eyes flutter shut, your head suddenly becoming too heavy as you let it roll to the side and rest against his neck.Â
âMatt,â you breathe.
âPrefect,â he pants as he slowly pushes forward. âPerfect.â
âM-Matt,â you whimper as you stretch around him. âBig.â
âDo you need me to stop?â he whispers. âDoes it hurt?â
âN-No. âs great. So great.â
âSay the word if you need me to stop, okay? If itâs too much?â
âOkay.â
Your faces turn toward one another, and for the briefest of moments, Mattâs eyes lock onto yours. You feel your heart skip a beat and jump up right into your throat. This is ridiculousâtonight is the first time youâve actually met him rather than stare at him and wish from a distance, and itâs like your entire universe is on its head. Matt tenderly leans forward, his lips on yours, fueled with a softer passion than what has dictated your embraces for the night. The roll of his hips is slow, and you feel everything ten times over. You hold onto Matt as if your life depends on it, and you let him work as he marks up your neck and shoulder with little bites.Â
âDonât stop,â you plea. âDonât stop. Matt, please donât stop!â
Your pleas and whimpers spur Matt to pick up his pace. As he does so, his own soft moans grow louder in your ear, and it drives you wild. The springs of the mattress move from a quiet creak to an all consuming squeak, perfectly punctuated by the headboard hitting the wall.
âMatt!â you cry out, pulling probably harder than you should at his hair.Â
âSuch a good pussy,â he grunts. âAll for me. Youâre so good for me, angel. Feel so perfect.â
âPlease!â
âHm?â
âFuck, Matt! Youâreâoooohhhh!â
âPerfect fâme, angel. Such a good girl. My good girl.â
The sound of your slapping skin adds to the erotic symphony in the room, sweat quickly lining your bodies. You whimper as you nuzzle into him, muttering incoherent sentences as his pelvis rubs against your sensitive core, building you up to knock you over with intense pleasure. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders and pull a deep growl from the back of his throat. He nips at the sensitive skin behind your ear before slotting his lips over yours.
âMatt,â you whimper, really drawing out the vowel in his name. âMatt, âm gonna cum.â
âLet it out,â he encourages. âCum for me. Let me feel that pussy squeeze my cock, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good. Let me hear you, angel.â
Matt kisses the sweet spot on your neck and pulls a needy whine from you. A stuttered whine pulls from your lips as your eyes pinch shut and you claw your fingers into Mattâs back. You cry out at the top of your lungs as a second wave of pleasure washes over you. With Matt in you, dragging against every right spot, it feels so much better than with his mouth. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder, and you cry out in pleasure even louder. The pace of Mattâs hips move even faster, albeit at a more unsteady rhythm with an increased sense of urgency as he tries to soothe the sting of his teeth. His moans turn into grunts, a delight to your ears.Â
âHarder,â you beg. âHarder, Matt.â
You feel Matt nod his head against yours, doing as you ask, his lips brushing faint kisses against your cheek. You cry out once more, Mattâs hips pulling one more orgasm from you as he hits his high, spilling into his condom with punctuated thrusts.
Your breathing is heavy as your bodies still, sweat clinging to your skin and soaking the sheets. You chuckle softly as Matt places gentle kisses along your neck, his nose tickling you just so before pulling himself off of you and sliding out. He does it slowly, and you moan softly from the sensitivity and the loss of him. He ties off the condom, shuffling out of bed to throw it away. Matt briefly rounds the corner, coming back with a towel in hand. Without a single word, he carefully spreads your legs, gently cleaning the mess between your thighs. His lips softly kiss your knees and thighs has he works, and you canât help but smile. He tosses the cloth to the side, it landing perfectly on the edge of his hamper. Matt slides back into bed, wrapping his arms around you and letting you adjust in his hold, kissing your forehead.
âWhat?â he whispers so softly you want to melt.
âYou have freckles,â you whisper back just as quietly as you look up at him. âTheyâre a little hard to see, but theyâre there.â
âYeah?â he says with a tender smile.
âMm.â Carefully, you move your fingers against the skin on his cheek, tracing over the faint constellation on his fair skin.Â
âWhat?â he whispers again with a little smirk.Â
âHow do you know Iâm thinking?â
âCall it a hunch.â
You smile softly. âItâs just . . . I wasnât planning on coming out tonight. I donât go out. I donât go to bars. I donât do this. Any of this.â
âI think you mentioned that earlier,â he hums with a cheeky smile. God, his voice is like a warm blanket that you just want to snuggle up in.Â
âIt just felt right, with you. Iâm really glad I came out tonight.â
âCan I let you in on a secret?â You give him a hum in response. He pulls you closer and presses a long, slow kiss to your lips. âIâm really, really glad you came out, too.â
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knight in shining armor â j. wonwoo
pairing: non-idol! wonwoo x f!reader
word count: 7,350
genre: fluff, angst, mild crack, college setting
warnings: cheating (not wonwoo tho our boy is sweet, it's reader's shitty ex), curse words, implicit violence (black eyes, cuts on lips mentioned)
author's notes: y'all pray that one day i have the energy to proofread my works ;_____; BRO I STG I WORKED ON THIS FOR OVER THREE MONTHS AND IDK HOW IT GOT SOOO LONG T___________T
âHey, Iâm planning on finishing my paper for International Law in Hollyâs, come with me?â
With your hands intertwined with your boyfriend, Hanwoo, the two of you walked towards the parking lot by your university, just having finished a class together. You were hoping to spend some time together since Hanwoo had been preoccupied with the major association heâs a member in, as the collegial organization is holding its elections in the next week and he had been approached to help out as a committee member. Since the two of you have the same classes together, and the paper was due next Monday (it being a Thursday now), you thought you could get, at least the introduction down, while having some quality time in the 24 hour cafĂ© with your boyfriend of six months.
âWeâll be there all night and you can distract me from my paper and I will do the same to you, and then we can down a ton of caffeine before passing out on the bean bags they have,â you tried to convince him, leaning into his side as you two approached his car. âAnd then we can go home and talk about how we shouldâve finished our paper, plan another night in Hollyâs and do it all over again!â
âAlthough that does sound tempting,â Hanwoo began, releasing your hand to reach for the car keys and unlocked the doors. He leaned down to be eye-level with you, as his hand reached for the door handle of the passenger seat, he uttered, âBut, I have a meeting later tonight.â Pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, he pulled your door open and stepped aside enter the car. A pout found its way to your lips, pulling your favorite move to get what you want, but he wasnât budging and only nodded his head for you to climb in.
âWhat meeting?â You asked once he climbed into the driverâs seat, pulling the car out of the parking lot and on your way to your house to drop you off.
âThe election, since Monday evening will be the debate between president and vice president candidates, so we need to discuss the topics of the debate, all the technical stuff tonight,â he explained, âweâre planning on pushing a lot we need done between today and tomorrow, so we can have the weekends free and do finishing touches on Monday.â
âAhh, being Event Organizer really isnât easy⊠so youâll be busy today, and tomorrow?â He only nodded, briefly sending a small smile her direction. âAlright, then, Iâll just see if Wonwoo is free tonight.â
Hanwoo threw his head back, asking, âIsnât Wonwoo a Computer Science major?â
âYeah, but heâs really good at research so I think he can help.â Hanwoo didnât bother asking more, turning the music up to let it fill the silence as you arrived by the driveway of your house. âGood luck on your paper, yeah? Donât drink too much coffee.â
âNo promises,â you responded before kissing his cheek and climbing out his car. You waved him off, watching as the car disappeared in the distance before turning to head inside and up to your room just left of the entryway. Tossing your bag on your chair, you flopped on to your bed, too mentally exhausted from the three lectures today to even change your clothes, feeling sleep begin to fog your head. You were on the edge of dreamland when you heard a clink, then a few seconds later another one, and then another one, and it seemed to be never ending before you pulled yourself out of your drowsiness and headed to your windowâwhich just so happened to be adjacent to your next door neighbor, Wonwooâs window.
âYou seriously need to reconsider throwing rocks at my window before you shatter it, Wonwoo.â Your neighbor only chuckled, so you took this as an opportunity. âHey, can you come with to Hollyâs? Iâm planning to stay overnight there.â
âWhat for?â
âIâm holding an executive meeting for us to discuss a ten-step plan to overthrow our government,â you grinned, and he pondered, tapping his chin lightly before shaking his head.
âI canât overthrow the government yet, I have a quiz tomorrow.â
You rolled your eyes, a soft laugh escaping your lips. You could always count Wonwoo to go along with your poor attempts at sarcasm. âI have a paper to work on and I donât want to be alone.â
âWhereâs your boyfriend? Whatâs his name? Yohan?â
âSo close! Itâs Hanwoo,â you retorted with a deadpan as you reminded him of your boyfriendâs name. Wonwoo hasnât been discreet in his distaste towards your boyfriendâitâs been six months since he asked you out, and itâs been six months of Wonwoo never remembering his name. âHe has a meeting today since the upcoming election debate for my majorâs organization.â
âIs he running orâŠ?â Wonwoo asked, despite his lack of interest with the topic.
âNo, heâs the EO, and will be occupied for the next couple of days.â
âAah, so Iâm a back-up to you? Got it.â You knew he was being sarcastic, it was a running joke between the two of you since splitting when choosing college majorsâyou had done the same when he asked you to accompany him to watch a movie he really wanted to see, only to find out he came to you because friends from his major were busy.
âDo you want to come with me or not?â You asked again, âyou donât need to if you donât want to.â
âWhat time?â Wonwoo asked, not hesitating. âEomma is making dinner tonight, and asked me to ask you to join in case your parents are working late.â
You turn briefly, listening in to your parentâs room across from yours and can hear the muffle conversation behind the walls. âI think theyâre home, but knowing my dad, he wonât be cooking so I think all three of us can head over to your place for dinner?â
âSure, Iâll tell Eomma,â Wonwoo informed, âso after dinner then, we can go? Did you ask your parents for permission to spend the night working on the assignment.â
Dread immediately washed over you, colour draining from your face and to your feet as you remembered you havenât asked permission from your parents, especially your dad who isnât fond of you working long hours for an assignment you couldâve finished from when it was assigned. Force habit, dad, itâs not my fault you raised a chronic procrastinator, you couldnât help but think. An innocent chuckle left your lips as you pulled your signature puppy-dog eyes to Wonwoo, whoâwithout you having to utter a single wordâunderstood what you were doing.
He heaved a heavy sigh, closing his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose. âFine, Iâll ask them.â
âYou are the best! Did you know that youâre the best person Iâve ever met? Youâre absolutely awesome, smart and so, so, so kind, Wonwoo!â You blew a kiss in his direction, like how you watched Sunjae in Lovely Runner do so. âLove you!â
He waved your exaggerated gestures off, ignoring the heat forming in his cheeks and spreading to his ears, as he turned away, yelling back at you, âYeah, yeah, just hurry up, I want to get this over with.â
âWhen do you think International Humanitarian Law is applicable?â You turned to Wonwoo after reading (re: skimming) a journal regarding the topic for your paper. Despite having only been studying the material for about twenty minutes, you could feel yourself losing it by the second. You didnât hate International Law, but you always thought that the professor assigned too much reading, and is so strict about the entire paper itselfâspecifically using APA style, it has to only be footnotes (no in-line citations, despite that being the easiest in your opinion and you always preferred Chicago over any other reference style).
Oh, and the International Law professor is biased and lowkey a bitch.
So, being reluctant to work on an assignment given by your majorâs most disliked professor wasnât a priority even with the deadline closing in.
âDuring world conflicts?â You and Wonwoo stared at each other briefly, before you nodded, âThat is true.â Wonwoo stifled a laugh. Seeing you look so drained and empty every single time you worked on an assignment, never failed to make him laugh. He enjoyed accompanying you, and despite the different majors and study programs you both have, he always tried to make sure he is more help than company. Even though you never really wanted to help you work on the assignment, knowing he has his own to deal with as a Computer Science major, but heâs well aware of your habits that even if the due date is Monday and you are working on it right now, you wonât completely finish it until Sunday, if not with Wonwooâs aid.
âWhatâs the paper about?â
âThe application of International Humanitarian Law in a specific study case,â you responded, tone flat. The more you talked about it, the more your soul was being sucked into the void. âI chose the Femicides in El Salvador.â
âAlright.â Was all Wonwoo said before he opened Google Scholar and began his own little research.
âWonwoo, you donât have toââ
âY/N?â Cut off mid-sentence, you and Wonwoo turned to find Joy approaching your table, her hair tied and a lanyard around her neck, she mustâve just gotten back from campus.
âJoy? Hi, what are you doing here?â You smiled, internally sighing in relief because you had a reason to not look at the journal you were reading of femicide reports in the past decade.
âI just came back from an internal meeting with the EOâs for the upcoming debate,â Joy responded, noticing Wonwoo and waving at him. âWhat are you doing here?â
âIâm working on Michelleâs paper,â you answered, exaggerating the slouch in your shoulders and pout in your lips. You then realized, sitting up straight, head cocked to the side with your brows furrowed. âWait, youâre an EO for the debate?â
Joy pulled a chair to sit across from you, resting her arms on the table and nodded.
âSo you were with Hanwoo?â
It was her turn to furrow her brows. âYour boyfriend?â You nodded, and she shook her head. âNo I wasnât.â
âWhat? But he told me he was having a meeting with the EOâs for the debate, maybe you didnât see them?â
The crease between your friendâs brow only deepened. âY/N, the EOâs are only four people, not including the PICâIâve also met them all, and Hanwoo isnât a part of us.â
âThatâs weird,â you muttered. Did your boyfriend lie?
âMaybe he got his position switched? Maybe heâs not an EO? You could try asking tomorrow,â Joy tried to reason, and you only nodded. Hanwoo had been telling you that he was an EO for the past couple of weeks, ever since the announcement of election was released for the major association. He explained to you in great detail what the position would entail, and well, frankly speaking, you trusted him. It tugged at your chest at the possibility he mightâve lied to you.
And Wonwoo can see it. The deep glare in your eyes as you stared at the article you were reading, but you werenât actually reading the reports from representatives of the El Salvadoran government, instead you were reading into the situation with your boyfriend. Gears were turning in your head, making connections, coming up with excuses as to why he had chosen to lie to you about something as trifling as his position in a collegial committee. He could tell that no matter how many paragraphs you read, how many relative research articles you pulled up from the internet, nothing will allow you to progress in your paper until the nagging feeling of your fibbing boyfriend is at ease.
âY/N, do you want to head back home, call it a night?â Wonwoo asked, before quickly raising his phone, âMy brother just sent me a text, that he needs the car early tomorrow morning.â
âOh, yeah sure, let me just payââ
âYou pack up, Iâll pay for our food.â
You knew that he knew. Your lips pressed into a tight smile, âThanks, Won.â He nodded, returning your smile before heading to the counter.
âShould we continue tomorrow night, then?â Joy asked. You nodded. âSure,â then added, âdepends though.â
On whether or not your boyfriend is lying.
âWonwoo, do you have notes from Beomâs class? Last weeksâ?â Seungcheol sat across from Wonwoo in the cafeteria, picking up a fry from Wonwooâs plate and tossing it into his mouth. Wonwoo merely stared at his friend, unamused by his lack of manners, causing Seungcheol to chuckle.
âYou know I do, Cheol, but why should I give it to you?â Wonwoo asked, his baritone voice holding a twinge of sarcasm, still upset by Seungcheolâs unwarranted act of property theft.
âWho says I want them?â Seungcheol turns away, flustered that Wonwoo caught on too quickly to his motive.
Wonwoo shrugs, and continues eating his lunch. âAlright then.â
âCan you email them to me?â An innocent, close-lipped smile etched across Seungcheolâs face, his dimple deepening as he clasped his hands together, pulling the same trick as Y/N usually does to get what they want.
âStop that, I already get enough of puppy-eyes from Y/N,â grunted Wonwoo, rolling his eyes. âIâll send them tonight, just send me a reminder.â
âGreat, thanks, man.â Wonwoo expected him to leave, allowing for Wonwoo to spend the rest of his lunch alone before he heads to his next class, but Seungcheol stayed put, eyes on his phone. Not feeling like making any conversation, Wonwoo shrugged it off and continued eating. That is, until Seungcheol spoke up again, asking, âHey, doesnât Y/N have a boyfriend?â
Wonwoo couldnât help the heat that rose at the back of his neck. âYeah, why?â
âIsnât it that Hanwoo guy?â Wonwoo nodded, but Seungcheol only looked even more perplexed. âTheyâre still going out?â
âYeahâŠâ Wonwoo confirmed, but the question only made his curiosity grow. Why did Seungcheol look so surprised? âWhy?â
âItâs just⊠I mean, if you say theyâre still together then it might not be- I mustâve made a mistake,â Seungcheol tried to change the subject but Wonwoo wasnât going to let him do so.
âTell me what youâre talking about or you wonât get Beomâs notes,â Wonwoo threatened, earning a look of genuine offense from Seungcheol, whom briefly rose a brow, a bit unconvinced. âIâm serious, Cheol.â
âAss,â he muttered, before shaking his head, âNah, itâs just⊠last night I saw a guy pick up my neighbor from across the courtyard, and I thought he looked a lot like Hanwoo.â Wonwooâs eyebrow rose in suspicion, Seungcheol spotting it. âBut if you say theyâre still going out, then it mustâve been someone else.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âAny guy would be stupid to cheat on Y/N, especially since sheâs your best friend and all.â
That only made him more confused. âWhy would you say that?â
âItâs not like youâd let anyone hurt her, Won,â Seungcheol retorted, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world (it was), âand Hanwoo would be a huge dumbass if he even thought of cheating on her.â
Even though Seungcheol was right, Wonwoo wasnât convincedâHanwoo had a meeting last night when they were at Hollyâs but Joy confirmed that he wasnât even a part of the EO committee.
âAre you sure it wasnât him?â He tried to make sure.
âI mean, it was dark and I wasnât wearing my glasses so it was a bit blurryâall-in-all I would say 50%, either he was or he wasnât,â Seungcheol explained, being no help to Wonwooâs growing suspicion of your boyfriend.
âIâve gotta go,â Wonwoo uttered, standing and packing his things, tossing his backpack over his shoulder.
âWhere are you go- class is that way!â Wonwoo paid no mind to his friend as he continued walking towards the parking lot. However, he could hear Seungcheol as he was almost out of earshot, âY/N, your knight in shining armor is on his way.â
The corner of Wonwooâs lips quirked up. âIâm not sending the notes then!â
âOh, come on, man!â
He couldnât wait any longer. Suspicions and of course, anger, only grew the more steps he took towards his car, knowing the destination was you. If what Seungcheol said is true and he did, in fact, see Hanwoo with another girl, then that means heâs openly seeing someone else behind your back.
His hand reached for his phone, sparing quick glances between the screen and where he was walking as his fingers swiped for your contact, immediately dialing. Pressing the phone to his ear, he let his other hand pull out his car keys and unlock the door just as the line started ringing.
You picked up after two rings.
âWonwoo? Whatâs with the sudden phone call?â
âWhere are you?â He waited in the front seat, keys dangling from the ignition. Your answer would decide whether he starts the car or not.
âIn the cafeteria near the engineering majors, why?â
âAre you with Hanwoo?â You were taken aback by his question, not because of what he asked, but by the fact that he got your boyfriendâs name right.
âYeah, I am⊠Why?â
His shoulders sunk with your confirmation. âJust⊠just checking, sorry to bother you guys.â You muttered something that he didnât catch before he hung up, exhaling a heavy sigh. Maybe it was paranoia. He had known you since you both were in middle school, of course he was protective over you, like every friend out there, he never wants you to get hurt.
Little did he know that as you put down your phone, a grimace had taken over your features as you looked at Joy.
âWhat did Wonwoo ask?â
You wanted to tell her the truth, but even you couldnât wrap your head around the obvious that was happening. Wonwoo thinks youâre with Hanwoo, but youâre not and Joyâs tip about your boyfriend never having been involved in the election committeeâyou knew, and if your best friend had asked and even remembered Hanwooâs name, then that must mean he knows, too.
âIf I was with you,â you answered before her suspicion grew. âHe wanted to check if I was up for lunch with him, but Iâm with you already.â
âAh⊠I think itâs good that he isnât here,â Joy prefaced, pulling her phone out. âDo you remember I use to be a student supervisor for our majorâs freshman camp?â
âYeah, why?â
âSo, I follow most of the kids that were in my group, right? And I was scrolling through my Instagram stories when you were buying lunch, and thenââ Joy scrolled through the following list of her account, stopping her explanation as she found who she was looking for. ââI think itâs better if you see for yourself.â
She slid her phone face-up to you, an Instagram story of a junior you didnât know of was opened. The picture wasnât revealing much of anything that seemed of significance to you, just a photo of her holding hands with a guy and it was posted in her Close Friendsâmost likely an attempt at soft-launching her boyfriend.
For a moment you were confused, then you spotted itâthe username. It was Hanwoo's Instagram account. Dread grew at the back of your head as your brain couldn't grasp on to this fact, even exiting out of the story and searching for his username, hoping it was one letter off and your suspicions would be wrong, but unfortunately, that wasnât the case and both the username in the girlâs post and his username were the same.
âIâm sorry, Y/NâŠâ Joy uttered, in hopes to break the silence and tension that was building, but it was to no avail. Your throat tightened, and tears burned in your eyes, but you knew they werenât from sadness, or heartbreak even, you were furious.
The audacity this piece of shit has to think he can cheat on me? You locked Joyâs phone, sliding it back to her before picking up your things and standing from the table.
âWhere are you going?â Her eyes were filled with genuine concern, worried that you were a ticking time bomb, just waiting to blow up at the worse time.
You sent her a reassuring smile, and shrugged. âWhere else? To plan my revenge on him, of course.â
Wonwoo thought he was hearing things. As he paused his game, he waited and listened for a moment before shrugging, chalking it off to probably a feature in the game he never noticed.
Clink!
That couldnât have been a feature in the game, he was breaking woodâa clinking sound against glass doesnât seem like something youâd hear while hitting a tree repeatedly in Minecraft.
He removed his earphones this time, waiting for the sound again, and when he did, he stood and walked to his window, finding you standing outside his window.
âFinally, oh my God!â you groaned, rolling your eyes. âDo you know how many pebbles I had to look for to throw at your window?â
Wonwooâs eyebrows bunched together as he stared at you dumbfounded. âWhy did you need to throw pebbles, weâre ground level. You couldâve just knocked.â
âThat wouldnât be so romantic, now would it?â
Wonwoo rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he heaved a heavy sigh. âYouâve got to stop sneaking around like this, though, people are going to think youâre a burglar.â
âWhatever, Won,â you waved him off. âI need your help.â
âWith what?â
âIââ You paused. The fact that Hanwoo is actively cheating on you, probably even at this very moment, felt almost surreal to you, but ever since Joy showed you the picture, youâve (to some extent) came to terms with itâthere were signs after all, signs you chose to ignore or were so subtle, they flew over your head. However, coming to the realization that youâve been cheated on felt easier than to utter it out loudâit felt more like a confirmation, that once the words were spoken out into the universe, it confirmed you were too blind in love to see the fact that he played you like a violin.
And it felt worse to admit to Wonwoo that his suspicions of your boyfrâ ex-boyfriend being a douchebag were right.
âI need your help to trash Hanwooâs car tonight, heâs at a friendâs house and left his car by his apartment.â Might as well hold off telling the truth until after youâve released your anger.
Wonwoo could see you were holding something back, and by your proposition, making a guess as to why you did so, was easy.
âIâm not going to ask, but I will need you to explain later.â You subconsciously thanked him for not asking for a reason to your borderline act of vandalism. âCome around to the garage, I think I have a baseball bat from when I played little league.â
Ignoring the last bit of Wonwooâs childhood anecdote, you watched as he left his room before taking the route to circle towards the front of his house where the garage was. You heard a lock turn and a bar slide before door opened, revealing Wonwoo, nodding his head to follow him.
âDo you, like, a Swiss Army knife or something sharp?â
âI think my dad has one his tool box, let me check,â he says, then points to shelf behind the car. âYou can check there for the baseball bat.â
âAlright.â
Once the equipments were preparedâconsisting of Wonwooâs baseball ball, his dadâs Swiss Army knife, and your dadâs spray paint from one of his furniture restoration projectsâyou were all set to get back at Hanwoo. You both tossed them into the back of his car, climbing in and Wonwoo started up for Hanwooâs apartment.
âAnd how do you know he left his car?â Wonwoo asked after three minutes of complete silence (AUX cord was broken and nothing that could fit a drive to vandalize your exâs car was on the radio).
âBecause I texted him earlier, asking if he could drive me to the store because there was a book I needed to get, and he explained to me that he was at a friendâs house and left his car,â you explained, your tone flat throughout as you mindlessly played with the zipper of your hoodie.
âAnd youâre sure heâs with friends?â He asked, his tone cautious, as he watched you freeze briefly.
You werenât sure. Instead of admitting that, you chuckled, âHe wouldnât be with his girlfriend without a car.â
Despite your efforts at breaking the ice, Wonwoo wasnât able to laugh at your joke, and only you could muster a dry chuckle before leaning back, turning to face the window.
You seemed to float throughoutâas if watching yourself in a third person point of view, almost numb to the fact that you were on your way to ruin your exâs car. It wasnât that you were in denial that he is cheating on you, you refused to believe it was happening to you. You always felt that you were doing so much, showing him so much love, prioritizing him when he needed, never doubting that you felt the same way for you.
What did I do wrong? What about me wasnât enough?
You hated those thoughts that began flooding your head. You hated those doubts. You hated that because of what he did, youâre blaming yourselfâmaking it seem that you were the one that wasnât doing enough.
âY/N?â Wonwooâs baritone voice pulled you out of your self-loathing. âWeâre here.â
âOh, you remembered the way,â you finally took note of him never asking you directions throughout the drive.
âUnfortunately.â You couldnât help but laugh at his snide comment. Looking out to his side of the window, you see Hanwooâs white range rover. You knew he cherished itâmaking sure to get the oil changed routinely, weekly car washes and having it waxed monthly. In retrospect, he probably loved the car more than he did you.
Maybe destroying he loved could make you feel less shitty.
âLetâs goââ Before you could climb out, Wonwoo grabbed your wrist, stopping you.
âAre you sure you want to do this, Y/N?â
Again, the truth choked you. As you stared at Wonwoo, the concern laced all over his features, it felt the question shouldâve triggered a flood gate to open, but alas, you persist. I need to not use poor humor as a coping mechanism. You cocked your head to the side, the corner of your lips lifted. âWhy? I honestly thought youâd be the most excited of us to trash his car, Won?â
Of course, being your best friend since middle school, he saw right through your façade.
His hand moved from your wrist to clasp your hands, wrapping his fingers around yours. âJust promise youâll talk to me, yeah?â
The bile rose, once again, urging you to cough out the truth. Knowing well enough you wouldnât be able to utter anything without your words breaking, you nodded and sent a stiff smile.
As you stood near Hanwooâs car, looking through the window of his vehicle, memories of the two of you seated side-by-side there came flooding in. How when you would go to a drive-thru for late night snack runs, the way you reached over the console with a fry and feeding it to him as his eyes focused on the road. When youâd pull over into a parking lot, your legs stretched over to rest over his lap as the two of you talked about everything and nothing at all, or when he would purposely make wrong turns just so you would spend more time with each other when he was supposed to drop you home.
Moments that you held so close to your heart, now worth nothing in a blink of an eye.
You squeezed your eyes shut, urging the tears to fall back and return to their sockets, inhaling a deep breath and pushing it out almost immediately as you flipped the knife to one of its sharpest options and pressing the point to the driverâs door. Thereâs no backing out now. You let the knife drag itself across the paint, a ragged line following your hand as you made your lap around his car.
Now, there really wasnât going back now.
Before you could hold yourself back, your arm extended back and punctured one of the tyresâthen one became two, and then three. Air spewing out of three of the tyres filled the tension around you, and you found yourself breathless. Breathless because you were angry. Breathless because you were hurt. The tears had escaped, creating warm trails down your cheeks.
âGive me the bat,â you urged, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes and wet cheeks.
âY/Nââ
âWonwoo,â you pressed, âitâs either you give me the bat, or you go homeâIâm going to do this whether you agree with it or not.â
Wonwoo shouldnât even be against what youâre doing right now. Heâs obviously on your side when it comes to this, Hanwoo deserves getting his car destroyed for hurting, manipulating and thinking he could go behind your back this way. However, the more logical and law-abiding side of him is reluctantâespecially since youâve already slashed his tyres and ruined the paintwork, so breaking the windows seemed to cross the line.
âIf we get arrested, just tell them I did it, alright?â Wonwoo uttered, handing you the bat and taking the knife with him. You smiled for the first time tonight, a genuine smile that reached your eyes as he said that. He then added, âIâll get the spray paintâyou do your thing.â
And after a bashed in windshield, a very poorly written âFUCKING CHEATERâ was spray painted on all sides of the car and on the hood. You and Wonwoo drove away from the scene of the crime, driving to a nearest convenient store where Wonwoo hopped out, buying instant ramen, drinks and snacks, deciding to make a last-minute picnic in his car because in his words: âVandalism works up an appetite.â
âThey didnât have the carbonara one, so I got you cheese.â Wonwoo returned in less than ten minutes, the noodles already boiled, only needing the seasonings. You smiled at him, mumbling a thanks as you took the cup noodles from him, tearing the seasoning and busying yourself with stirring, and continuously stirring, your eyes dazed off at the curly noodles as they spun in a faint orange mix.
âY/N, Iâm sure your noodles are well stirred,â Wonwoo commented, hoping to divert your attention. The leather beneath him squeaked as he adjusted his position, leaning his back against the door as he folded his knee under him, fully facing you at this point.
He called, âHey.â
You lifted your head to meet his eyes, and immediately, Wonwoo straightened up, his jaws clenched and shoulders tensed. Tear stricken cheeks, bloodshot eyes and everso present frown evident in between your eyebrows and downturned lips.
âY/NâŠâ Wonwoo took the noodles from your hands, placing it on the dashboard and pulling you by the wrists, engulfing you into his arms, then there goes the floodgatesâthe emotions you locked away throughout the evening, released in that very second your face was against his shoulder.
While you were bawling, grieving the relationship that reigned to be good to be true, Wonwoo was hatching up his own revenge plan on the piece of shit.
The incessant ringing of your phone pulled you out of your slumber, and you knew for a fact it wasnât your alarm, because one; you snoozed that ten times already, and two; it wasnât your usual Radar tone.
Sliding the screen with one eye open, you placed it by your ear without seeing who it was.
âHelloââ
âWHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY CAR, Y/N?!â
Well that was one way of waking you up. You sat up, slowly, taking your time with adjusting your position while Hanwoo was screaming on the other line. Once you were sitting up, you glanced at the screenâthe name you had changed last night once you got back home displayed as âIGNOREâ, in hopes that you would do so when he called you. But then again, you thought heâd call you when you were conscious.
ââY/N FUCKING ANSWER ME!â Rolling your eyes, you heaved a sigh before placing the phone back by your ear.
âAnd to what do I oweââ
âYou were you even fucking listening to me?â Hanwoo snapped.
âNo.â Your answer was simple, honest, and obviously uninterested with whatever he wanted to say. Was the modification that you made to his beloved vehicle not enough of an announcement that you knew what he was up to all this time?
âI was asking what the hell did you to my car?â
âCanât you tell?â you teased, âI gave it a makeover.â
âYou ruined my paint job and popped my tyres, what kind of makeover is this?â
âThe kind that fits a cheater like you.â Silence. Complete silence came from the other side and if you listened closely, you could hear the static along with his ragged breathing knowing well enough he was caught. âCat got your tongue, dude?â
âY/NâŠâ
âSave the sob story, weâre not dating, I donât see why youâre fucking calling me other than to cry about your stupid carââ
âHow about the fact that your fucker of a dog punched me?â He interjected.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âDonât act like you donât know what I mean, Y/N,â he scoffed, âit wasnât enough to ruin my car, you had to send your dog to ruin my face too.â
It took you a second to realize he was talking about Wonwoo, which means that Wonwoo had punched his face.
Wonwoo punching someone in the face? That wasnât something you had heard before, nor expected. The image itself was enough to cause you to burst out laughing, your phone falling from your hands, leaving Hanwoo confused and annoyed.
The idea that Wonwoo would go as far as to punch someone was such an unrealistic accusation Hanwoo had made, but nonetheless, had successfully made you laugh after a long night of crying yourself to sleep.
âAre you done?â Hanwoo asked once you placed the phone back to your ear after your laughing fit.
âWasnât enough for you to lie about your relationship all this time, now you want to lie and accuse Wonwoo of something heâd never do,â you defended, scoffing at his poor attempt.
âIâm not lying about this, Y/N!â
âSo, you admit that you were lying about our relationship?â This time you interjected, wanting to hear him confirm it. It was mostly due to that nagging voice at the back of your head that still doubted what Joy had shown you, that the picture was friendly and not romantic.
It was so pathetic how even after everything, there was a sliver in you that hoped he would deny it.
âY/N- let me explainââ In other words: âI was, but you havenât heard my reasonâ.
âFuck off, Hanwoo, donât ever call me again,â you warned, âand if I hear you spread bullshit about Wonwoo like you did just now, itâll be more than just your car that I ruin. Bye.â
He managed to slip something before you got the chance to hang up. âWhat about my fucking eye, Y/N?â
âWhy donât you ask Gia to help you with that?â Grateful to have the last word, you hung up immediately, tossing your phone to the side. The phone call wasnât closure, but it was enough to put those indenial thoughts to rest.
Wonwoo punched him? The thought wouldnât leave your head as you got ready for the day. Trying to imagine Wonwoo walking up to Hanwoo and giving him a black eye wasnât something you could see him doing. Besides that, when did Wonwoo get the time to punch Hanwoo if he did? He ended up driving you home around three in the morning, and it was past six now, meaning he had a three hour window.
UnlessâŠ
No, that would mean after dropping you off, he had stormed straight to wherever Hanwoo was just to punch him.
You had to make sure, even if it was hard to believe, you had to make sure Wonwoo was okay. As long as youâve been friends, youâve never seen him get into any physical altercations with anyone, and if it did happen, it might be possible that Hanwoo wouldnât have let him walk away unscathed.
Your legs carried you to his house, to his front door and after greeting his parents, to his bedroom door. You knocked, listening in to hear rummaging noises, as if he was panicking.
âWait, Eomma, I just finished showeringââ He called out from the other side, which you found odd because you knew him, he wouldnât even be awake at this hour.
âWonwoo, itâs me.â
The noise on the other side of the door paused for a moment, before Wonwoo called out. âY/N?â
âYes, can you open the door?â You asked, waiting for it to swing open but it didnât.
âNo, Iâm- uh, Iâm watching something, you donât need to see it,â Wonwoo tried to think of an excuse but cursed at himself because why the hell did that come out instead? You, on the other hand, found his obvious panic hilarious, his excuse eliciting a chuckle.
âI know you met with Hanwoo,â you informed him, making sure to keep your voice down so his parents wouldnât hear. âSo, can you please open the door and let me check the damage?â
You waited a few minutes, hearing him toss a few things away, the noise causing your brows to furrow. The lock turned and the door swung enough for you to squeeze yourself in, knowing well enough that Wonwoo wasnât about to reveal himself in fear his parents would see (they wouldnât have, they were on the other side of the house, he was just paranoid). Once you were in, he pushed the door closed, his back against it and you could see what damage Hanwoo had done to your next door neighbour.
It wasnât bad, admittedly you thought itâd be worse considering his lack of experience.
It was a scratch and bruising surrounding his left cheek, that was most caused by a ring Hanwoo was wearing, but other than that, and a tear in his lip, that was all he took.
âI honestly thought youâd look worse,â you thought out loud, Wonwooâs brows furrowing at the comment.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
You shook your head, lightly laughing. âNothing, do you have anything I can use to clean that?â
âUh⊠I do, actually.â He dips to look on his bedside table. âStopped by a drugstore after because I saw the blood.â
âAnd when did you get the time to pull it all off?â
âWell, after I dropped you off, I asked Seungcheol since he knowsââ Wonwoo stopped, realizing that this information wasnât ever supposed to reach you. âUhm⊠How did you know I was hurt?â
âBecause a psychopath told me,â you informed, and his eyes darkened for a moment, rolling in annoyance.
âI told him to never bother you again,â he groaned, before his gaze softened as he turned to you. âDid he hurt you? Are you okay?â
âHe just called my phone, Iâm alright,â you reassured him. Taking a step towards him, your fingers gently touched the wound on his cheek, inspecting it. You could see that he didnât tend to it once it started bleeding, evidence of dried blood surrounding the wound and there wasnât any antiseptic used either to ensure an infection didnât happen.
While you were playing nurse, Wonwoo became very aware of the lack of space between your face and his, and he had to hold his breath. It only worsened when your eyes darted to his, the two of you holding eye contact for what he thought was an eternity.
âLet me clean it up for you, Won,â you uttered, breaking the silence and eventually the tension as you turned to walk into his ensuite bathroom. He followed after trying to calm his heartbeat, finding you on top of his sink, soaking a cotton pad with antiseptic and tearing a bandaid from its package.
âCome here,â you urged. Wonwoo stood between your thighs, not wanting to meet your eyes, but you didnât mindâalmost finding him being flustered cute.
âOw,â he winced when the antiseptic touched the wound after you had wiped it clean of the dried blood.
âItâs a small sting, stop being a baby,â you teased, earning a glare from him. âHow come you only came out with this?â
âGot me at the last minute,â he answered.
âAnd how was he?â Your question was responded with an eyebrow raise instead, causing you to roll your eyes. âI donât care about him, Won, I just want to know if it was worth itâif you, at least, are satisfied with this decision.â
The corner of his lips turned up, a smug look etched across his face as he answered, âIt was. I hurt him enough to send the message and keep it with him for the next couple of weeks.â
âI never knew you could fight,â you said honestly.
âThereâs a lot you still donât know about me, Y/N,â he mumbled, but because of your close proximity, you heard it loud and clear. Before you ask further, he spoke up, âHave you had breakfast yet?â
âNo, not yet.â
âAfter this we can have breakfast, I think my mom made doenjang jjigae,â he informed. You smiled, nodding, âSure.â You finished tending to his wound by plastering on the Kuromi bandaid, teasing him about it, to which he used the âthere wasnât anything elseâ excuse.
He grabbed your elbow as you hopped off his sink, the action caused you to stumble out of balance instead of helping, made you bump closer to him, his free arm automatically holding your waist.
Cue the eye contact and pink-tinted cheeks, the move couldâve made you laugh as if it was straight out of a cheesy rom-com, but you were too occupied with trying to think that you couldnât do so. Iâm heartbroken, Iâm vulnerable and havenât been feeling loved for the past week, this is just a fluke, you tried to rationalize the thoughts and your racing heart, knowing well what could work to get out of this.
You tapped his chest, gently pushing him. âGo shower, Wonwoo, you reek.â
âShut up, I do not,â he protested, laughing to cover his shaky voice. He then added, âThanks, Y/N, although you didnât have to do all this.â
âAnd let you get an affection?â You retorted.
Wonwoo rolled his eyes, and without thinking he uttered, âA kiss wouldâve sufficed.â It was too late for him to take back his words, noting your wide eyes and mouth slightly agape, his cheeks flushed when he realized what he had said. âY/N, I wasnât thinkingââ
You pressed a kiss against cheek, beneath his bandage, shutting him completely. âTake it as a thank you for all youâve done for me.â
It took him a second to compose himself, grinning, âI am your knight in shining armor, after all.â
You threw your head back in laughter. âAre you riding a horse, my knight?â
âYes, a pink horse,â he answered, smiling endearingly down at you.
You frowned at his choice of color, âBut you hate pink?â
âAnd you love pink.â
âGosh, Wonwoo,â you flushed red, taking a step away from him, finding his comment both cringey and touching at the same timeâit was shocking you could feel those two simultaneously. âWhen did you get so cheesy?â
He merely shrugged, a faint smirk on his lips. âI told you there was a lot you donât know about me.â
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AFTER CLASS.
pairings: professor!clark kent x male reader
summary: male readers professor is continuously distracted by his choice of clothing, so he decides to see him after class.
requested by: anonymous
warnings: SMUT, age gap, teacher x student, feminization, dirty talk, edging.
You did it on purpose. You loved how flustered he became when you walked into a room. His glasses practically fogged up the moment you arrived to class, you always made sure to wear the most seductive and slutty outfit known to man. You arrived with knee high socks and a short-short skirt that showed your thong with every step you took, Clark couldn't take his eyes away no matter how hard he tried. He knew he should look at you this way. You practically became a sex symbol to him. You were his student and he was your teacher but he almost didn't even care, he wanted you... he needed you. He had developed an unhealthy obsession with you, and that is exactly what you wanted. He asked you to stay behind after class, and you nibbled at your lip, fantasising about what he could want.
After everyone leaves the class you make your way over to his desk, you lean onto the desk giving him fuck me eyes. "So.." He mumbles out nervously as he clears his throat "You can't keep wearing clothes like that y/n. It's distracting." Clark mumbles out avoiding eye contact with you, "You don't like what I wear sir?" you say seductively as you make your way round the desk to get to him. He clears his throat and manages to finally make eye contact with you, "your clothing is just very distracting." Clark repeats himself as he sits down in his seat trying to ignore what you're currently wearing, "is this distracting?" You lean down to whisper in his ear as you bend over in front of him revealing your pink thong to him.
"You like that sir?" You say seductively as you begin to bounce your ass up and down letting him watch the jiggle, he leans down slightly in awe feeling his suit trousers becoming tighter as he grows harder and harder watching you put on the little show for him. He rubs his eyes "no, no! We can't do this" he mumbles out. You bend back up and straddle his lap, his hands immediately hovering over your hips and then gently pulling up your skirt revealing your bare ass cheeks with the thin pink string of the thong perfectly hiding your hole. "f-fuck" Clark nervously moans out as he caresses circles over your cheeks, "I know you want to fuck me professor...do it" you whisper.
You climb off his lap and begin unbuttoning his shirt, peice by peice a section of his body is revealed until his entire torso is revealed to you, you run your hands down his hairy chest. "W-Wow" you mumble out in shock feeling his hard body, your hands travel down to his trousers pulling off the belt and practically ripping off his trousers and pants. "WOW!" You gasp out as his cock practically hits you in the face, the size of his cock was almost unearthly. You bite your lip as you climb back onto his lap and line up his cock with your hole as you slide down onto it. Inch by inch a peice of his cock corrupts your hole, he wraps his arms around your waist as his hands grip onto your ass cheeks.
"Takin' me so well," he groans out in your ear as he passionately kisses you, your tongues sliding against each other as he begins to buck his hips up into you, "f-faster" You moan out as he hits your sweet spot. You bounce faster and faster until he takes over and dominates your hole by bucking his hips up. Clark's abs flex as he comes closer and closer with each buck of his hips into his students' hole, "s-so tight. You keep squeezing me" he moans out before his cock begins spurting his seed into your hole, you continue bouncing on his thick cock through his orgasm. "A-AH" he whimpers out as you ride him harder in his chair.
You reach your breaking point when you shoot your load all over his abs as he continuously hits your sweet spot. You collapse down onto his chest, and he rubs your back softly, "Why don't you come back to mine tonight?" He whispers into your ear, "mhm" you answer softly as his cock becomes flaccid and slips out of your cum filled hole.
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