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julesthecutiepie · 10 months ago

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Authors Note: TRIGGER WARNING INCLUDES CHEATING. AFFAIR. NARUTO CHEATING ON HINATA. LOTS AND LOTS OF SMUT. SASUKE BEING A CUTE BOI.

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SASUKE UCHIHA MEETS A 5 STAR BADDIE.

The night was alive with pulsating beats and neon lights as Naruto Uzumaki dragged Sasuke Uchiha into the heart of Konoha's hottest club. The war was finally over, and Naruto was determined to help his friend unwind. The club was throbbing with energy, and Naruto had managed to secure the best section – a VIP area overlooking the dance floor.

Naruto grinned at Sasuke, excitement radiating from every pore. "Come on, teme! This place is legendary. We're gonna have the best guys' night ever!"

Sasuke, ever the stoic Uchiha, simply rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a small smirk. "You better not embarrass me, Naruto."

As they settled into their seats, the lights dimmed, and the music escalated to a pulsating rhythm. Naruto, always one to go all out, signaled a waitress and ordered a round of drinks for them. The atmosphere was electric, and Sasuke found himself begrudgingly enjoying the change of pace.

Suddenly, the crowd hushed, and the spotlight shifted to the center of the dance floor. A figure emerged, swaying to the music with captivating grace. It was a dancer, captivating the audience with every movement. Naruto nudged Sasuke, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Check this out, Sasuke! I've got something special planned for us."

As the dancer continued to mesmerize the crowd, Naruto discreetly signaled someone backstage. Moments later, the music shifted, and the dancer took on a new routine, drawing even more attention.

Then, the crowd gasped as a new figure joined the dancer on stage. It was a young woman, her moves synchronized with the dancer's. Sasuke squinted, trying to get a clearer view. The woman's name was (Y/N) Miyu, a name that stirred memories from his distant past.

The two performers moved in perfect harmony, their bodies flowing with the music. Naruto leaned over to Sasuke, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Remember her, Sasuke? It's (Y/N) – our old friend from the academy."

Sasuke's eyes widened in surprise. Memories flashed before him – a time when they were carefree children, laughing and playing together. It was a time before tragedy struck the Uchiha clan, changing Sasuke's life forever.

As the performance reached its peak, (Y/N) made her way towards the VIP section. Dressed in the skimpiest of outfits that shimmered under the club lights, she exuded confidence. Naruto greeted her with an enthusiastic wave.

"(Y/N)! Long time no see! Meet my old friend, Sasuke."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened in recognition, and a warm smile spread across her face. "Naruto! Sasuke! I can't believe it's really you guys. It's been years!"

Sasuke, still processing the unexpected reunion, nodded in acknowledgment. "(Y/N)."

Naruto beamed. "We used to be the three troublemakers of the academy, remember? Good times!"

(Y/N) chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. "Those were the days. I never thought I'd see you two in a place like this."

Naruto grinned sheepishly. "Well, we're celebrating the end of the war. And what better way to do it than with an old friend?"

The trio shared a moment of camaraderie, catching up on the years that had passed since their carefree days at the academy. As the night continued, the dance floor pulsed with life, and the friends revealed the joy of their unexpected reunion, marking the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

As (Y/N) shed her cloak, revealing the form-fitting ensemble that left little to the imagination, Sasuke's typically indifferent expression faltered for a moment. His piercing gaze observed the transformation of the once tomboyish girl they used to know into a stunning and confident woman. The outfit accentuated her curves in all the right places, and Naruto's playful comment about her being a "five-star baddie" suddenly made sense.

Sasuke shot Naruto a questioning look, his eyebrow raised in a mix of disbelief and mild confusion. "Five-star baddie?" he whispered to Naruto, trying to keep his voice low amid the pounding music.

Naruto grinned mischievously, his eyes fixed on the dancing (Y/N). "You know, a top-tier beauty. I told you she's something else now."

Sasuke scoffed, his gaze returning to (Y/N) as she gracefully climbed onto the couch with them, assuming a squatting position. The vibrant lights of the club illuminated her, casting shadows that accentuated her every move. She danced with an enticing confidence, the rhythm of the music coursing through her body.

(Y/N)'s eyes met Sasuke's, and she winked playfully, causing a flush to creep up his cheeks. He shifted uncomfortably, attempting to maintain his composure. Naruto, sensing Sasuke's unease, nudged him with a sly grin.

"Come on, Sasuke! Loosen up a bit. It's just a dance."

(Y/N), still moving to the beat, leaned in, her voice soft yet audible over the music. "Don't worry, Sasuke. I'm just here to entertain. No need to be so serious."

As she continued her provocative dance, Sasuke couldn't help but steal glances at her. The memories of their childhood friendship mingled with the allure of the present moment, creating a complex blend of emotions. He admired her confidence and beauty, grappling with the unfamiliar feeling that had stirred within him.

Naruto, ever the instigator, grinned at Sasuke. "You always did have a soft spot for (Y/N), didn't you?"

Sasuke shot Naruto a sharp glance, his attempt to conceal his feelings thwarted. "Shut up, Naruto."

(Y/N), still dancing, laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's okay, Sasuke. We're all friends here, right?"

With that, she resumed her dance, twirling and swaying to the music. Sasuke, torn between maintaining his stoic exterior and succumbing to the captivating atmosphere, found himself drawn into the whirlwind of the night. As the club's energy enveloped them, Sasuke realized that this unexpected reunion had brought more than just nostalgia; it had reignited something deeper within him.

Naruto, always the one to cut to the chase, couldn't resist his curiosity. As (Y/N) continued her sultry dance, Naruto shouted over the music, "Hey, (Y/N)! What have you been up to? Are you single?"

Sasuke shot Naruto with another disapproving look, his elbow jamming into Naruto's side. Naruto winced, but his grin remained intact as he glanced at Sasuke. "What? I'm just asking! We're catching up, right?"

(Y/N), in the midst of her dance, giggled at their banter. She twirled around, facing them, her movements fluid and alluring. "Well, Naruto, I've dated a bit," she admitted with a playful smile, "but I haven't found that perfect someone to settle down with just yet."

Sasuke, still trying to maintain a semblance of composure, interjected with a more serious question. "Are you still a shinobi?"

(Y/N) chuckled, bending over provocatively as she continued to move to the music. "Oh, Sasuke, you always were the serious one. Yes, I'm still a shinobi, but this," she gestured to the enticing dance she was performing, "is just for fun. A way to let loose after all the missions and training."

Naruto's eyes gleamed with admiration as he watched (Y/N). "Well, you've certainly found a unique way to unwind. You're amazing at this!"

(Y/N) straightened up, her eyes meeting Naruto's. "Thanks, Naruto. It's a different kind of art, you know?"

Sasuke, despite his initial reservations, found himself intrigued by (Y/N)'s perspective. The dichotomy of her life – a skilled shinobi and a captivating dancer – fascinated him. As she continued to entertain them, Sasuke couldn't help but appreciate the complexity of her character.

Naruto, seizing the opportunity to tease Sasuke, nudged him with a sly grin. "(Y/N)'s not just a beauty, Sasuke; she's a talented shinobi too. Maybe you should consider settling down with someone like her."

Sasuke scowled at Naruto's remark, but beneath the facade of annoyance, a flicker of contemplation crossed his eyes. (Y/N), catching onto the playful banter, laughed and leaned in closer to them.

"Boys, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Tonight's about enjoying the moment, right?"

And with that, (Y/N) continued to weave her enchanting dance, the club lights casting a mesmerizing glow on the trio. The night unfolded with laughter, nostalgia, and the electric energy of the club, creating a memorable chapter in their intertwined lives.

As (Y/N) gracefully climbed onto the table, her movements drew the attention of everyone in the VIP section. The lights shimmered on her as she spoke, her voice carrying over the thumping music.

"Hey, you two," she grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm kinda seeing someone, but it's nothing too serious. I'm too young to settle down right now. I'm just here to enjoy the night and have some fun with my friends."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Naruto, always the inquisitive one, leaned in. "Someone special, huh? Tell us more!"

(Y/N) giggled, pointing to a corner of the club where a group of other attractive individuals watched her with a mix of admiration and protectiveness. "See those guys over there? They're my crew, my squad. We've got each other's backs."

Naruto grinned. "Looks like you've got your own little fan club."

(Y/N) chuckled. "Yeah, they're like family. My Bella, she got me into dancing, and now it's become a backup career for me. She's the reason I'm here tonight."

Sasuke's interest peaked as he observed the group in the corner. "Bella?"

(Y/N) nodded. "Yeah, Bella. She's the one who convinced me to pursue dancing. We used to dance together for fun, and now it's become something more. I owe her a lot."

As the music continued to pulse through the club, (Y/N) resumed her dance on the table, captivating the audience with her moves. The group in the corner smiled and cheered, proud of their friend's performance. (Y/N)'s energy was infectious, and her carefree spirit resonated with Sasuke and Naruto.

Naruto grinned at Sasuke, nudging him. "See, Sasuke? (Y/N)'s living life to the fullest. We should learn a thing or two from her!"

Sasuke, though not one to easily admit it, found himself appreciating the sentiment. (Y/N)'s story, her commitment to enjoying the present moment, sparked a quiet realization within him. As the night unfolded, the trio continued to revel in the vibrant atmosphere of the club, each finding their own way to embrace the newfound energy that the reunion had brought into their lives.

(Y/N)'s laughter filled the air as she gracefully slid around the pole, her movements fluid and mesmerizing. The vibrant lights of the club reflected off her skin as she spoke to Naruto and Sasuke.

"You guys should join me on the dance floor sometime! It's always a blast," she exclaimed, twirling around the pole with an effortless grace.

Sasuke couldn't help but watch in awe as (Y/N) effortlessly turned upside down, seemingly defying gravity as she floated around the pole. He raised an eyebrow, impressed by her skill. Naruto, on the other hand, was getting increasingly excited, cheering her on.

"Whoa, (Y/N)! That's amazing! You've got some serious talent," Naruto shouted over the music.

(Y/N) continued to dance, her body moving in sync with the music as she maintained a casual conversation with them. "Yeah, guys, when I'm not on missions, I'm usually out here having a good time. Life's too short to be serious all the time, right?"

Sasuke, usually reserved, found himself nodding in agreement. (Y/N)'s carefree attitude and ability to balance the intensity of shinobi life with moments of sheer enjoyment resonated with him on some level.

Naruto, still hyped up, leaned over to Sasuke with a wide grin. "Come on, Sasuke! Let's hit the dance floor with (Y/N)! It's been ages since we've just let loose like this."

Sasuke shot Naruto a skeptical look, but the infectious energy of the club and (Y/N)'s lively performance was starting to break through his usual stoicism. As (Y/N) continued her impressive dance routine, Naruto grabbed Sasuke's arm, pulling him towards the dance floor.

"Fine, but just for a bit," Sasuke grumbled, unable to hide the faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

The trio, fueled by the pulsating beats and the exhilarating atmosphere of the club, joined the dance floor. (Y/N)'s laughter echoed alongside the music as they danced the night away, creating memories that would linger long after the club lights dimmed.

The dance floor pulsed with energy as (Y/N), Naruto, and Sasuke moved in harmony with the music. (Y/N)'s provocative moves drew glances from onlookers, and the trio became the center of attention. Sasuke, initially hesitant, found himself caught up in the rhythm of the music and (Y/N)'s infectious energy.

(Y/N), with a mischievous glint in her eyes, closed the distance between her and Naruto. Their bodies swayed together, and Naruto effortlessly spun her around, his strong grip on her hips showcasing a surprising finesse. The crowd watched in awe as Naruto and (Y/N) seamlessly danced as if they had been partners for years.

Sasuke, ever the observer, couldn't deny the captivating allure of the scene. (Y/N), with her alluring moves, beckoned him into the dance. He hesitated for a moment, but (Y/N), undeterred, closed the gap between them.

"Come on, Sasuke! Don't be such a stick in the mud. Let's have some fun!" she teased, pulling him into the rhythm.

As the trio danced, (Y/N)'s provocative moves intensified. Naruto, always enthusiastic, twirled her around and lifted her effortlessly, showcasing a dynamic dance routine that left the crowd in awe. (Y/N), reveling in the attention, shook what little was left to the imagination with unabashed confidence.

Sasuke, usually composed, found his stoic demeanor faltering in the face of (Y/N)'s lively spirit. She danced provocatively between Naruto and Sasuke, her movements daring and playful. Naruto, not one to back down, matched her energy, and the dance floor became a canvas for their dynamic collaboration.

(Y/N), not one to let Sasuke feel left out, seamlessly shifted her focus to him. She moved with grace, pulling Sasuke close and guiding him through the dance. The trio, now completely engrossed in the music and each other, moved as one unit, creating a spectacle that had the entire club cheering.

Sasuke, who had initially resisted the idea of letting loose, found himself enjoying the moment. (Y/N)'s laughter echoed as they twirled and swayed, the club lights casting dynamic shadows on the dance floor. The barriers between old friends melted away in the rhythm of the night.

As the music reached its climax, the trio shared a final twirl, their movements synchronized and their spirits high. The dance floor erupted in applause, and (Y/N), Naruto, and Sasuke, breathless and exhilarated, exchanged smiles that spoke volumes about the unexpected joy of the night.

The trio, united by the magnetic pull of the dance, stepped off the floor, the vibrant atmosphere of the club continuing to envelop them. The night had evolved into a celebration of friendship, freedom, and the undeniable power of letting go.

Returning to their VIP section, (Y/N)'s infectious laughter filled the air as she settled herself on Naruto's lap, holding onto Sasuke's hand with a playful glint in her eyes. The atmosphere was charged with the lingering energy from the dance floor, and the trio, now nestled in their private enclave, shared a moment of camaraderie.

Sasuke, still somewhat stunned by the sudden closeness, shot Naruto an incredulous look. Naruto, however, couldn't contain his laughter, grinning mischievously.

"What's the matter, Sasuke? Can't handle a little fun?" Naruto teased, his laughter echoing through the VIP section.

(Y/N) giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in. "Relax, Sasuke. This is just part of the job. It's all in good fun."

Sasuke's stoic facade faltered, and he cleared his throat, averting his gaze. "Job or not, it's unexpected."

Naruto continued to chuckle, his arm slung over the back of the couch as he watched the interplay between Sasuke and (Y/N). "Come on, Sasuke, live a little! (Y/N)'s just being her lively self. This is what she does for a living, remember?"

(Y/N), still holding onto Sasuke's hand, winked at him. "Naruto's right. Don't take it too seriously, Sasuke. It's all in good fun."

Sasuke, despite his initial discomfort, couldn't deny the warmth of (Y/N)'s presence. The club's pulsating beats, the vibrant lights, and the infectious energy of the night had created an atmosphere where inhibitions were shed, and friendships rediscovered.

As they continued to enjoy the night, (Y/N)'s lively banter and Naruto's contagious laughter filled the VIP section. The trio, once again united by the camaraderie of old friends, allowed the night to unfold in its unpredictable and exhilarating way. The club continued to throb with life, the music creating a backdrop for the laughter, conversations, and shared moments that would linger in their memories long after the night had faded into dawn.

As the lively atmosphere of the club surrounded them, Sasuke, observing Naruto's playful banter with (Y/N), couldn't help but comment on the situation.

"(Y/N), you should know that Naruto's being unusually flirtatious, especially for someone with a girlfriend," Sasuke remarked, his tone carrying a hint of teasing accusation.

(Y/N) chuckled, her eyes flickering between Sasuke and Naruto. "Really now? Naruto, spill the beans. What's the deal with you and your supposed girlfriend?"

Naruto, caught off guard by Sasuke's comment, scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin. "Ah, well, you see, it's all in good fun! Hinata knows I'm just being myself."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his gaze. "Somehow, I doubt she'd see it that way."

Naruto laughed, dismissing the concern. "Trust me, Sasuke, she's used to my antics by now. It's all part of the Naruto charm."

(Y/N) joined in the laughter, finding amusement in the dynamics between the two friends. "Well, Naruto, you might want to tone it down a bit. We wouldn't want any trouble with the girlfriend."

Naruto grinned, nodding in agreement. "Point taken, (Y/N). I'll behave... for now."

The trio continued their night in the club, the teasing banter adding a layer of humor to the atmosphere. As the music throbbed and the laughter echoed, the complexities of friendships, relationships, and the spontaneity of the night interwoven to create a memorable chapter in their shared experiences.

The club's vibrant lights continued to dance around them as (Y/N), with a playful smirk, smoothly transitioned from Naruto's lap to Sasuke's. The unexpected move left Sasuke momentarily caught off guard, his stoic demeanor faltering for a fraction of a second. (Y/N), however, settled comfortably in his lap, her eyes locking onto his with a mischievous gleam.

Sasuke, ever the composed individual, found himself in an unusual situation. His gaze met (Y/N)'s, and for a moment, the dynamic between them shifted. The pulsating beats of the music seemed to synchronize with the rapid thud of Sasuke's heart.

(Y/N)'s smirk widened as she playfully shifted in his lap, her movements graceful and daring. "Surprised, Sasuke?" she teased, her voice a sultry whisper amidst the rhythmic melodies.

Sasuke, regaining his composure, raised an eyebrow. "Should I be?"

(Y/N) chuckled, her fingers tracing an invisible pattern on his shoulder. "Maybe, maybe not. But I can tell you're not entirely opposed to the idea."

The corner of Sasuke's lips twitched, an almost imperceptible acknowledgment of the truth in her words. He couldn't deny the unexpected comfort that came with having her in his lap, the air between them charged with a playful energy.

Naruto, observing the interaction with a sly grin, leaned back in his seat. "Well, well, Sasuke. Looks like you're getting the VIP treatment tonight."

Sasuke shot Naruto with a half-amused, half-exasperated look. "It's not what it looks like."

(Y/N) laughed, her voice a melodic sound in the midst of the club's cacophony. "Relax, Sasuke. We're just having some fun. It's not every day you get to catch up with old friends, right?"

Sasuke nodded, a subtle agreement to the sentiment. The trio, now immersed in the playful dynamics of the night, continued to enjoy the unique camaraderie that had rekindled from the past. The club's atmosphere, with its pulsating beats and swirling lights, provided the perfect backdrop for the unexpected moments of connection and laughter that unfolded in the VIP section.

(Y/N)'s mischievous giggle filled the air, her eyes fixed on Sasuke as she playfully challenged him, "Sasuke, if I don't give you a dance, I won't feel satisfied tonight." The unexpected proposition left Sasuke's eyes widening in surprise, and he found himself in the midst of an unexpected scenario.

Without waiting for a response, (Y/N) smoothly spun around on his lap, using the couch for stability as she gripped the back. The pulsating beats of the music seemed to synchronize with the rapid rhythm of Sasuke's heartbeat. The air between them crackled with a newfound tension as (Y/N) moved with a captivating grace.

Sasuke, accustomed to maintaining his composure in most situations, felt an undeniable warmth creeping up his cheeks. The tight confines of (Y/N)'s outfit left little to the imagination, and the unexpected intimacy of the dance sent a surge of electricity through the VIP section.

Naruto, witnessing the scene unfold, burst into hearty laughter. "Whoa, Sasuke! If she dances on you like that, you might not survive the night!"

(Y/N), her movements fluid and enticing, continued to dance, her laughter mingling with the music. "Come on, Sasuke, live a little! It's all in good fun."

Sasuke, caught between amusement and embarrassment, couldn't deny the exhilarating energy that enveloped them. He cast a glance at Naruto, who was thoroughly entertained by the unexpected turn of events. The dance floor became a stage for a playful performance that blurred the lines between old friendships and the spontaneity of the night.

As (Y/N) continued to move with an enticing allure, the laughter and cheers from the clubgoers around them became a background melody. The trio, caught up in the electrifying atmosphere of the night, shared a moment that would become a memorable chapter in the story of their unexpected reunion.

Sasuke, his usual stoicism momentarily replaced by a hint of exasperation, couldn't help but groan as (Y/N) continued her teasing dance. "You're such a little tease," he remarked, his tone a blend of amusement and mild frustration.

(Y/N), giggling in response, continued to move with playful abandon, the energy of the club amplifying the lighthearted atmosphere. The pulsating beats of the music accompanied her every sway and twirl, creating a dynamic rhythm that resonated with the laughter and cheers around them.

The club's vibrant lights cast an enchanting glow on (Y/N) as she danced, the mischievous glint in her eyes captivating both Sasuke and Naruto. Despite Sasuke's groan, there was an undeniable camaraderie in the air, a shared acknowledgment that this unexpected night was a celebration of friendship, laughter, and the freedom to let loose.

(Y/N), still moving with a carefree spirit, winked at Sasuke. "Just trying to make sure you have a night to remember, Sasuke."

Sasuke, despite his earlier groan, couldn't help but crack a small smile. The unexpected reunion with (Y/N), the lively banter, and the playful dance had injected a dose of spontaneity into his usually reserved demeanor. As the night unfolded, he found himself appreciating the joy that came from embracing the unexpected, even if it meant being teased by an old friend in the middle of a bustling club.

Naruto, always quick to seize an opportunity for playful banter, couldn't resist teasing Sasuke about the situation. "Sakura's not gonna like this, Sasuke," he remarked with a sly grin.

Sasuke, unimpressed, huffed in response. "Sakura wishes she could be close enough for me to care."

(Y/N), caught in the middle of their banter, chuckled with a twinkle in her eyes. "Oh, the drama between the two bad boys. I'm just here for entertainment."

Naruto laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the teasing exchange. "Hey, (Y/N), you hear that? We're bad boys now."

(Y/N) winked playfully at them. "Oh, I can see it. The brooding looks, the mysterious vibes – total bad boy material, both of you."

Sasuke rolled his eyes, a faint smirk appearing on his face. "You're not helping, (Y/N)."

Naruto, reveling in the banter, nudged Sasuke with a grin. "Come on, Sasuke, admit it. We've got that bad boy charm."

Sasuke crossed his arms, feigning indifference. "Speak for yourself, Naruto."

The trio, surrounded by the pulsating beats of the club and the vibrant energy of the night, continued to exchange light-hearted taunts and laughter. The banter between old friends, combined with (Y/N)'s teasing presence, created a lively atmosphere that transcended the complexities of their individual lives. As they revealed in the camaraderie of the moment, the night unfolded with a delightful mix of banter, laughter, and the undeniable joy that came from embracing the unexpected.

(Y/N)'s playful giggle resonated through the air as she bit her finger, looking up at Sasuke with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Oh, Sasuke, I'm such a bad girl," she teased, her tone dripping with playful suggestions.

Sasuke, unexpectedly caught off guard by her bold comment, felt a warmth creeping up his cheeks. Without a moment's hesitation, he quickly pushed her onto the couch, his movements swift in an attempt to conceal his sudden embarrassment. The unexpected action garnered a surprised yelp from (Y/N).

"Watch it, (Y/N)," Sasuke grumbled, his face tinted with a subtle shade of red as he tried to regain his composure.

Naruto, thoroughly entertained by the unfolding dynamics, burst into laughter. "Smooth move, Sasuke! Didn't know you had it in you."

(Y/N), still giggling on the couch, shot Sasuke a playful wink. "Don't be too hard on yourself, Sasuke. It's all in good fun."

Sasuke, his stoic facade restored, crossed his arms and scowled. "Just keep it in check, (Y/N)."

The trio, surrounded by the lively atmosphere of the club, shared a moment of laughter and playful banter. (Y/N), undeterred by Sasuke's attempts to deflect her teasing, continued to revel in the spontaneous energy of the night. The club's pulsating beats became the backdrop to a night filled with unexpected turns, laughter, and the enduring camaraderie between old friends.

(Y/N), sprawled on the couch after Sasuke's quick maneuver, couldn't resist teasing Sasuke further. With a playful smirk, she remarked, "Sasuke, hiding your lap so soon? Maybe I'm a bigger challenge than you thought."

Sasuke's stoic expression remained, but the subtle twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed a hint of amusement. Naruto, unable to contain his laughter, snickered at the unexpected turn of events. "Looks like (Y/N)'s got a bigger effect on Sasuke than I thought."

(Y/N) giggled, sitting up on the couch with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Come on, Sasuke, don't be shy. It's just a bit of fun."

Sasuke, unfazed by their banter, merely raised an eyebrow. "Fun is subjective."

Naruto, still grinning, chimed in, "Oh, come on, Sasuke! Where's the adventurous spirit? You used to be way more fun back in the day!"

(Y/N), enjoying the playful banter, leaned in a little closer to Sasuke. "Maybe I just need to bring out that fun side again."

Sasuke, meeting her gaze with a cool intensity, replied, "You can try."

The trio, surrounded by the vibrant energy of the club, continued their banter and laughter, the pulsating beats providing a backdrop to the unfolding camaraderie. The night remained unpredictable, filled with unexpected turns and the shared joy of rediscovering connections from the past.

Naruto, always one to embrace the lively spirit of the moment, seized the opportunity to join in on the playful dynamics. With a mischievous grin, he playfully pulled (Y/N) onto his lap, snickering as he teased, "I want that same effect Sasuke got!"

(Y/N), caught off guard by Naruto's sudden move, laughed heartily, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Naruto, you're incorrigible. But sure, let's see if lightning strikes twice."

Naruto's laughter echoed through the VIP section as he settled back on the couch with (Y/N) on his lap. The trio, now entangled in a whirlwind of banter and laughter, added another layer of spontaneity to the already vibrant night.

Sasuke, watching the scene unfold with a raised eyebrow, couldn't help but smirk at Naruto's audacity. "Looks like I'm not the only one getting the full experience tonight."

Naruto, grinning unapologetically, shrugged. "Hey, it's all in the name of fun! Right, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N), comfortably situated on Naruto's lap, winked at both of them. "Absolutely! Let's make it a night to remember."

And with that, the trio continued to revel in the energetic atmosphere of the club, their banter and laughter creating a lively symphony amidst the pulsating beats. The night unfolded with a perfect blend of camaraderie, unexpected turns, and the shared joy of embracing the spontaneous moments that life had to offer.

The unexpected turn of events left Sasuke momentarily stunned as (Y/N), now seated on Naruto's lap, began to move with a provocative grace to the rhythm of the music. The pulsating beats of the club underscored the electrifying atmosphere, and Sasuke found himself unable to look away from the mesmerizing dance unfolding before him.

Naruto, thoroughly enjoying the attention, wore a wide grin as (Y/N)'s movements intensified. He exchanged glances with Sasuke, a playful challenge in his eyes. "Come on, Sasuke, join the party! It's all in good fun."

Sasuke, his usually composed demeanor wavering under the allure of (Y/N)'s dance, merely raised an eyebrow. The atmosphere in the VIP section became charged with an undeniable tension as the playful banter escalated into an unexpected showcase of energy and desire.

(Y/N), in the midst of her dance, cast a seductive glance toward Sasuke, a teasing smirk playing on her lips. The air between them crackled with a palpable tension, and Sasuke found himself unable to completely hide the desire that flickered in his eyes.

Naruto, sensing the shift in dynamics, chuckled. "Looks like (Y/N)'s got your attention, Sasuke."

Sasuke, regaining a semblance of composure, muttered a low acknowledgment. "It's just a dance."

But as the dance continued, the trio became entangled in a dance of their own – one that transcended the boundaries of friendship and delved into the uncharted territories of desire, laughter, and the exhilarating energy of the night. The club's vibrant lights, coupled with the sultry dance unfolding before them, created a tableau of memories that would linger long after the music faded and the night came to an end.

(Y/N)'s playful giggle filled the air as she continued her provocative dance, her movements drawing a charged atmosphere in the VIP section. Suddenly, she felt something poking her, and her mischievous smirk turned into a knowing grin.

"Looks like someone's enjoying the show," she teased, glancing at Sasuke with a twinkle in her eyes.

Sasuke, caught off guard, shot Naruto a glare that conveyed both shock and embarrassment. Naruto, who had been reveling in the banter, now found himself the target of Sasuke's disapproving gaze.

"Sasuke, my man, it's not what it looks like!" Naruto stammered, trying to suppress his laughter.

(Y/N), still grinning, leaned in a little closer to Sasuke. "Oh, come on, Sasuke. No need to be shy. It's just a bit of fun."

Sasuke, maintaining his stoic facade despite the evident embarrassment, muttered a low, "Naruto, control yourself."

Naruto, finally realizing the extent of the situation, burst into laughter. "I can't help it, Sasuke! Blame the dance, not me!"

The trio, now entangled in a web of laughter and unexpected turns, navigated the playful banter with a mix of amusement and camaraderie. The club's vibrant energy continued to pulse around them as they shared a moment that would become a memorable chapter in their history of reunions and lively nights.

(Y/N)'s laughter echoed through the VIP section as she gracefully brought her dance to a close. The pulsating beats of the club lingered in the air as she looked at Sasuke and Naruto with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Well, that was quite the show, wasn't it?" (Y/N) remarked, her gaze lingering on Sasuke's and Naruto's surprised expressions.

Sasuke, still trying to regain his composure, nodded with a raised eyebrow. "To say the least."

Naruto, unable to contain his excitement, chimed in with an eager grin. "That was amazing, (Y/N)! You sure know how to liven up a party!"

(Y/N) giggled, standing up from Naruto's lap and smoothing out her outfit. "Glad you enjoyed it! Now, how about we continue the fun elsewhere? I've got an afterparty at my apartment – just a friendly get-together."

Naruto's eyes widened, and he practically leaped at the suggestion. "An afterparty? Count me in! I've been waiting for this all night!"

Sasuke, still processing the unexpected turn of events, raised an eyebrow. "An afterparty?"

(Y/N) nodded, her gaze flickering between the two friends. "Why not? We can relax, catch up, and have some good times. What do you say, boys?"

Naruto, practically salivating at the prospect, grinned from ear to ear. "I'm in! Let's make it a night to remember!"

Sasuke, ever the reserved one, nodded in agreement. "Fine. Lead the way."

As they exited the vibrant atmosphere of the club, (Y/N) led Sasuke and Naruto through the bustling streets to her apartment. The city lights created a tapestry of colors overhead, adding to the electric energy of the night. The trio's laughter and banter continued, weaving a thread of camaraderie that transcended the boundaries of the club.

Arriving at (Y/N)'s apartment, the anticipation of the afterparty hung in the air. The night, far from over, promised more unexpected twists and turns as old friends embraced the spontaneity of the moment. The door opened, revealing the warmth of (Y/N)'s home and the promise of a night filled with laughter, conversation, and the enduring bonds of friendship.

Sasuke, stepping into (Y/N)'s apartment, found himself taken aback by the intimate setting. The realization that it was just the three of them for the afterparty lingered in the air, adding a layer of curiosity to the atmosphere.

"An afterparty with just us?" Sasuke inquired, raising an eyebrow.

(Y/N), her mischievous giggle echoing in the room, nodded with a playful glint in her eyes. "Yep! A small, private gathering. Let's make it memorable."

Naruto, grinning widely at the prospect, couldn't contain his excitement. However, before things could escalate, Sasuke discreetly swatted him away, whispering a reminder about the importance of being respectful.

As (Y/N), still adorned in her skimpy outfit, gracefully moved towards the couch, Sasuke felt a blush creeping onto his face. The intimate setting and (Y/N)'s playful demeanor added an unexpected warmth to the atmosphere. (Y/N) gently pushed Sasuke onto the couch, her touch sending a subtle shiver down his spine.

"Relax, Sasuke. I'll whip up some drinks for us," (Y/N) announced, her tone light and inviting.

Sasuke, still processing the sudden turn of events, nodded in acknowledgment. As (Y/N) set off to the kitchen, the room was filled with a blend of curiosity and anticipation. Naruto, now more subdued, shot Sasuke an amused grin.

Sasuke, maintaining his stoic exterior despite the lingering blush, couldn't deny the unique energy of the night. The quiet hum of (Y/N)'s apartment, the soft glow of ambient lighting, and the promise of shared moments with old friends created a canvas for an afterparty that was sure to be etched in their memories.

Naruto, always the one to keep the energy alive, took charge of the music, selecting a lively playlist that filled (Y/N)'s apartment with upbeat tunes. The familiar beats and rhythms instantly transformed the atmosphere, adding a layer of vivacity to the intimate afterparty.

Meanwhile, (Y/N), with a bottle of liquor and mixers in hand, skillfully prepared drinks for the trio. Her movements were fluid and confident, mirroring the energy of the music. As she approached Sasuke with a glass in hand, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wariness, the proximity and intimate setting heightening his senses.

(Y/N), her gaze playful and inviting, offered Sasuke the drink. "Here you go, Sasuke. A little something to kick off the night."

Sasuke accepted the glass with a nod, his expression retaining its characteristic stoicism. The clinking of ice against the glass resonated in the room as he took a cautious sip, his eyes never leaving (Y/N)'s.

Naruto, watching the exchange with a grin, raised his own glass in a mock toast. "To old friends and unexpected nights!"

(Y/N) joined in the toast, her gaze locked onto Sasuke's with a hint of mischief. "To make memories we'll talk about for years."

The clinking of glasses marked the beginning of the afterparty, the trio settling into a rhythm of laughter, music, and shared experiences. The apartment, now filled with the lively cadence of the night, became a haven for friendships to be rekindled and new memories to be made in the warmth of the moment.

As the night unfolded, the lively atmosphere in (Y/N)'s apartment eventually mellowed into a more introspective mood. The music played softly in the background as (Y/N), Naruto, and Sasuke found themselves engaged in a deep conversation about the importance of bonds and the value of cherished friendships.

Sasuke, usually reserved about his feelings, found himself opening up in the comfort of familiar company. With a thoughtful expression, he admitted, "I miss this, (Y/N). The camaraderie, the laughter... It's been too long."

(Y/N), touched by Sasuke's sincerity, smiled warmly. "I've missed you too, Sasuke. Life gets busy, but these connections, these bonds, are what make it all worthwhile."

Naruto, who had been nodding in agreement, added, "You guys are right. Bonds are what keep us grounded. Even when we're apart, the memories and the shared moments stay with us."

The trio continued to share stories and reflections, delving into the intricacies of their lives and the journey that had brought them to this point. The conversation became a tapestry woven with the threads of nostalgia, laughter, and the unspoken understanding that true bonds withstand the test of time.

Sasuke, perhaps surprising himself with the depth of his emotions, spoke up again, "I wish we could see each other more often. Life takes us on different paths, but these connections are what tie us together."

(Y/N), sensing the weight of Sasuke's words, reached out to him with a reassuring smile. "We may not be able to turn back time, but we can always make the most of the moments we have now. Let's promise to stay connected, no matter where life takes us."

Naruto, raising his glass in agreement, echoed, "To bonds that transcend time and distance!"

As the night continued, the trio cherished the present moment, recognizing the significance of the bonds they had forged. The afterparty, which had started with laughter and playfulness, now became a testament to the enduring power of friendships that withstand the sands of time.

As the night progressed and the drinks continued to flow, an unexpected turn of events unfolded. Sasuke, typically composed and reserved, found himself gradually succumbing to the effects of the alcohol. The lively atmosphere, the deep conversations, and the overall warmth of the night had contributed to his gradual intoxication.

Naruto, on the other hand, was well past the point of sobriety. The energetic and carefree shinobi had fully embraced the spirit of the night, his laughter echoing through (Y/N)'s apartment. Unbeknownst to Sasuke, Naruto was too far gone, lost in a world of jubilant revelry.

Meanwhile, (Y/N), seemingly unfazed by the alcohol, decided to add a playful twist to the night's festivities. The music, still playing softly in the background, took on a more sensual tone. (Y/N), with a smirk, approached Naruto and, with an inviting glint in her eyes, began to give him a playful lapdance.

Sasuke, having lost track of the sequence of events, blinked in confusion as the room seemed to swirl around him. The vibrant lights and the sultry music created a kaleidoscope of sensations, leaving him disoriented. It was in this moment of intoxication that he became aware of Naruto's boisterous laughter and (Y/N)'s provocative dance.

Caught in the haze of alcohol and the playful energy of the night, Sasuke couldn't quite discern the boundaries between reality and the whimsical dance of the evening. As the trio continued to navigate the unpredictable turns of the afterparty, the night took on a surreal quality, where laughter, camaraderie, and unexpected moments converged into a memorable chapter in their shared history.

The night had reached a point where laughter and camaraderie blended with the intoxicating atmosphere, creating a surreal tableau in (Y/N)'s apartment. The music played on, weaving a seductive melody that mirrored the playful dance of the night.

(Y/N), with a mischievous glint in her eyes, turned her attention to Naruto. "Come on, Naruto, don't be shy. How about a little kiss?"

Naruto, his inhibitions already lost to the night, grinned broadly. "Well, if you insist!"

As Naruto leaned in, a playful energy charged the room. But in the midst of the lighthearted banter, Sasuke, swaying slightly from the effects of the alcohol, found himself feeling a peculiar weight on his chest. He slurred his words, trying to find coherence amidst the haze.

"Naruto," Sasuke slurred his words, trying to maintain coherence, "you have a girlfriend. You can't just—"

But Naruto, lost in the carefree spirit of the night and the playful energy around him, couldn't resist the temptation. He interrupted Sasuke with a hearty laugh. "Come on, Sasuke! It's all in good fun. Don't overthink it!"

Sasuke, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion, tried to emphasize his point. "No, Naruto, seriously. You have a girlfriend. This isn't right."

Naruto, momentarily distracted by the music, didn't seem to fully register Sasuke's words. The room seemed to swirl around them as Naruto, with a playful grin, responded, "Relax, Sasuke! It's just a kiss. No harm done."

As the night unfolded, Sasuke found himself in a disorienting haze. The dim lights, the playful banter, and the unexpected twists of the evening had blurred the boundaries between friendship and the whimsy of the moment.

Sasuke, despite his attempts to convey the reality of Naruto's relationship status, felt a sense of resignation. The night had taken on a surreal quality, and as Naruto leaned in for the playful kiss, the room held its breath. The dynamics between the trio became a dance of laughter, misunderstandings, and the intoxicating allure of an evening that seemed to exist in its own transient reality.

The room pulsed with a blend of anticipation and uncertainty as Naruto and (Y/N), caught in the playful energy of the night, shared another kiss. Naruto, seemingly lost in the moment, couldn't help but express his delight with a moan, "(Y/N), you taste amazing."

Sasuke, struggling to reconcile the conflicting emotions within him, hissed at Naruto, "This is wrong. You have a girlfriend."

Naruto, caught off guard by Sasuke's disapproval, looked momentarily conflicted. However, the night had taken on a life of its own, and the rhythm of the music seemed to drown out the concerns of the real world.

(Y/N), sensing the tension, turned her gaze toward Sasuke, her eyes inviting and mischievous. In a bold move, she leaned in, her lips tantalizingly close to his. "And what about you, Sasuke? Want to taste the night?"

Sasuke's body betrayed him as he hesitated, caught in the whirlwind of conflicting desires and the allure of the unexpected. He glanced at Naruto, then back at (Y/N), uncertainty etched on his face.

Naruto, seemingly oblivious to the complex emotions in the air, chuckled. "Come on, Sasuke! It's just a bit of fun. Live a little!"

Sasuke, torn between his convictions and the magnetic pull of the night, hesitated a moment longer before finally responding, "This isn't right."

(Y/N), unfazed, leaned back with a playful grin. "Fair enough, Sasuke. We're all just here to enjoy the night, after all."

The trio, now entangled in a web of emotions and desires, navigated the remainder of the evening with a sense of complexity. The music continued to play, the laughter echoed, and the afterparty unfolded in a symphony of unpredictable turns, leaving each of them to grapple with the echoes of choices made in the throes of a night that defied expectations.

The atmosphere in (Y/N)'s apartment thickened with a mix of desire and tension, each heartbeat echoing the complexities of the moment. Naruto, seemingly oblivious to the intricacies, continued to revel in the night's whimsy. He rubbed (Y/N)'s back, a possessive grin on his face as he boldly declared, "You don't want to kiss Sasuke anyway."

Sasuke, caught in a maelstrom of emotions, glared at Naruto, a silent protest in his gaze. The air crackled with unspoken tension, and the room seemed to hold its breath as the dynamics between the trio shifted.

(Y/N), her expression a blend of amusement and mischief, leaned into Naruto's touch. "Well, aren't you confident?" she teased, her eyes flickering between Naruto and Sasuke.

Naruto, emboldened by the playful banter, wrapped his arm around (Y/N), asserting his claim with a smirk. "Of course! I've got you all to myself."

Sasuke, his frustration simmering beneath the surface, couldn't shake the feeling of being an unwitting pawn in this unexpected play. The night had taken on a surreal quality, and the boundaries between friendship and desire blurred with each passing moment.

As the trio navigated the intricate dance of emotions, the music continued to weave its melody, a constant reminder of the vibrant energy that surrounded them. The afterparty, once a simple gathering of old friends, had transformed into a night of unexpected turns, leaving each of them grappling with the consequences of choices made in the throes of the intoxicating allure of the night.

In an abrupt twist, Sasuke, feeling a surge of frustration and a challenge from Naruto, seized the opportunity to take control of the night's dynamics. With a swift movement, he yanked (Y/N) onto his lap, surprising her with the sudden assertiveness. She squeaked in surprise as he pulled her in, his lips crashing down onto hers in a possessive kiss that echoed the simmering tension in the room.

The atmosphere shifted dramatically, the playful banter giving way to an unexpected moment of intensity. Sasuke's kiss was fueled by a mix of emotions – a response to Naruto's perceived claim and an assertion of his own desires.

(Y/N), caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, initially gasped in surprise. Yet, the playful spirit that defined her character quickly emerged, and she responded with a giggle that melded seamlessly into the passionate exchange. She kissed Sasuke back, her fingers intertwining with his hair as the dynamics between them continued to evolve.

Naruto, who had been an unwitting instigator of this unexpected twist, watched with a mixture of surprise and amusement. The room, once charged with playful energy, now crackled with a different kind of intensity.

Sasuke's kiss, possessive and fueled by a complex array of emotions, lingered. He held (Y/N) close, the atmosphere around them pulsating with the unspoken weight of the night's choices.

As the trio navigated the currents of desire and camaraderie, the music provided a steady rhythm for the evolving dynamics. The afterparty, now a tapestry woven with laughter, tension, and a newfound intimacy, entered a chapter that none of them had anticipated at the beginning of the night.

The kiss lingered in the air, an unexpected crescendo in the symphony of the night. Sasuke's lips, once pressed possessively against (Y/N)'s, now softened into a more intricate dance of passion and desire. (Y/N), initially caught off guard, responded with a willingness that matched the undercurrents of tension and longing that had woven their way into the fabric of the evening.

Naruto, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and realization. The dynamics had shifted, and the night had taken an unpredictable turn. The room seemed to vibrate with the unspoken tension, the trio entangled in a complex dance that defied easy categorization.

As the kiss deepened, Sasuke's hand slid from the small of (Y/N)'s back to cup her cheek, fingers gently tangling in her hair. (Y/N), still giggling amidst the intensity, reciprocated with a passion that mirrored the intricacies of the night.

The music, an unwitting witness to the evolving drama, continued to play its tune. The melodies, once carefree and upbeat, now provided a more sultry backdrop to the uncharted territories of emotions and desire.

Sasuke, breaking the kiss but keeping (Y/N) close, gazed into her eyes. The room seemed to hold its breath as he spoke, his voice a low murmur that carried a weight of unspoken emotions. "This is not just a game, (Y/N)."

(Y/N), her laughter now replaced by a more contemplative expression, nodded in acknowledgment. "I know, Sasuke. It's a night of unexpected twists, and we're all caught up in it."

Naruto, processing the unfolding scene, chuckled nervously. "Well, this got interesting, didn't it?"

The trio, now bound by the shared experience of the night, navigated the uncertain waters of emotions and desires. The afterparty, once a simple gathering of friends, had transformed into a night that would be etched in their memories—a night that defied expectations, challenged boundaries, and embraced the spontaneity of life's unpredictable moments.

The atmosphere in the room hung heavy with a mixture of anticipation and surprise. Sasuke, still holding (Y/N) close, exchanged a lingering gaze with her, the unspoken emotions between them echoing the complexity of the night. (Y/N), with a knowing smile, seemed to acknowledge the uncharted territory they were navigating.

In the midst of this silent exchange, Naruto, the ever-energetic force of the night, gently tugged (Y/N) away from Sasuke's grasp. He shot Sasuke a playful grin, accompanied by a cheeky flip of the middle finger, as if to say, "My turn."

Sasuke, caught off guard by Naruto's sudden assertiveness, raised an eyebrow but remained silent. The air crackled with tension as Naruto, emboldened by the unfolding events, leaned in to claim his own moment with (Y/N).

Naruto's lips met (Y/N)'s in a kiss that carried a different energy from Sasuke's earlier embrace. It was filled with the carefree spirit of the night, a sense of seizing the moment without dwelling on consequences. (Y/N), responding to Naruto's enthusiasm, met the kiss with an equal measure of playfulness.

As the trio navigated this intricate dance of desires, the room seemed to pulse with a rhythm of its own. The music, now a backdrop to the evolving drama, provided a steady beat that mirrored the heartbeat of the night.

After a moment that felt simultaneously fleeting and eternal, Naruto broke the kiss with a grin, breathing heavily. "See, Sasuke? Fun, right?"

Sasuke, maintaining his stoic demeanor despite the swirling emotions within him, nodded in acknowledgment. The unspoken tension in the room persisted, and the trio found themselves at a crossroads where laughter, desire, and the intricacies of friendship converged.

(Y/N), caught between the magnetic poles of two friends, chuckled. "Who would have thought this night would take such unexpected turns?"

The afterparty, now immersed in a tapestry of complex emotions, continued to unfold, each participant grappling with the consequences of choices made in the whimsical dance of a night that defied expectations.

Sasuke, still processing the unexpected twists of the night, turned to Naruto with a raised eyebrow, his stoic demeanor betraying a curiosity that lingered beneath the surface. "Have you and (Y/N) had fun nights like this before?"

Naruto, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm, shot (Y/N) a playful grin before turning back to Sasuke. "Oh yeah, plenty of times! (Y/N) knows how to make any night unforgettable!"

(Y/N), catching Naruto's eye, laughed with a twinkle in her eye. "Naruto and I go way back. We've had our fair share of adventures, both on and off the mission field."

Sasuke, despite himself, felt a pang of curiosity about the camaraderie between his two friends. The playful banter and shared history became evident in the way they interacted, adding layers to the complex dynamics of the night.

Naruto, animated with the memories of their escapades, couldn't resist sharing a few stories. "Remember that one time we got lost on a mission and ended up in a hot spring village? (Y/N) here convinced everyone it was a team-building exercise!"

(Y/N) chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, it worked, didn't it? We never did find that rogue ninja, but we sure bonded as a team."

As the trio delved into the shared memories, the night seemed to take on a more nostalgic tone. The laughter, now infused with the echoes of past adventures, created a bridge between the present and the countless moments they had shared before.

Sasuke, despite the unexpected turns of the night, found himself drawn into the magnetic energy of their camaraderie. The afterparty, now a celebration of past and present connections, continued to unfold with a sense of unpredictability, leaving each participant to navigate the intricacies of friendship, desire, and the memories that bound them together.

The night carried on, fueled by the steady stream of shots that found their way into the trio's glasses. Sasuke, feeling the warmth of the alcohol coursing through him, took another shot, the burn in his throat a welcomed distraction from the complex emotions swirling around.

Meanwhile, Naruto, ever the lively force of the night, pulled (Y/N) even closer, their bodies now entwined in an intimacy that hadn't been present earlier. Sasuke's eyes widened at the closeness between them, a mixture of surprise and a hint of something else flickering in his gaze.

Naruto, noticing Sasuke's reaction, chuckled, his laughter carrying a hint of mischief. "Didn't think you'd see this side of me, huh, Sasuke?"

Sasuke, still processing the unfolding scene, raised an eyebrow. "I almost didn't."

Naruto, his arm securely around (Y/N), grinned. "Well, I've got to admit, I almost didn't want to share (Y/N), but if it's with you, it's fine."

Sasuke, caught off guard by Naruto's admission, couldn't help but feel a sense of complexity in the air. The night had evolved into a dance of desires, friendships, and unexpected revelations.

(Y/N), seemingly unaffected by the shift in dynamics, giggled and teased, "You two act like I'm some kind of prize to be won."

Naruto, still grinning, leaned in and planted a playful kiss on (Y/N)'s cheek. "Well, you're definitely a prize, (Y/N). And Sasuke here knows it now!"

Sasuke, despite his usual stoicism, found himself drawn into the camaraderie of the moment. The trio, now bound by shared memories, playful banter, and the subtle undercurrents of desire, continued to navigate the night with a sense of unpredictability. The afterparty, once a simple gathering of friends, had transformed into a tapestry woven with laughter, intimacy, and the complexities of connections that defied easy categorization.

As the night unfolded, Sasuke found himself amidst the playful camaraderie of Naruto and (Y/N), yet a subtle undercurrent of loneliness tugged at the edges of his consciousness. The warmth of the alcohol only served to amplify this feeling, and Sasuke's hands flexed instinctively, as if seeking something more, something to hold onto in the midst of the revelry.

Naruto, ever attuned to the nuances of his friend's emotions, sighed softly. He released his hold on (Y/N), recognizing the unspoken yearning in Sasuke's gaze. (Y/N), with a keen understanding of the dynamics at play, shifted her attention toward Sasuke, her playful demeanor giving way to a more comforting presence.

Sasuke, now feeling the effects of the alcohol more acutely, looked at (Y/N) with a mixture of vulnerability and longing. His usually composed demeanor seemed to unravel in the glow of the dim lights, and he hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "Sometimes, it feels like I'm always on my own."

(Y/N), her gaze softening with empathy, moved closer to Sasuke. She placed a hand on his shoulder, offering silent comfort. "You're not alone, Sasuke. We're here with you tonight."

Naruto, leaning back and observing the scene, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Sasuke. You've got friends, and we're all here for each other."

Sasuke, his guard momentarily lowered by the effects of the alcohol, nodded in acknowledgment. The trio, now enveloped in a moment of shared vulnerability, became a tableau of connection and understanding.

(Y/N), guided by an innate sense of compassion, spoke gently to Sasuke. "It's okay to feel lonely sometimes. We all do. But you've got friends here who care about you."

As the night continued, the afterparty transformed into a space where emotions flowed freely, unburdened by the usual walls of stoicism. Sasuke, comforted by the presence of his friends, found solace in the shared moments that bridged the gaps between loneliness and connection. The night, once a tapestry woven with desires and laughter, now became a canvas for the intricate shades of friendship and understanding that defined the bonds between Naruto, (Y/N), and Sasuke.

Sasuke, under the influence of the alcohol and the weight of his emotions, found himself in a vulnerable state. (Y/N), sensing his need for connection, leaned in and asked in a soft, caring tone, "Sasuke, do you want me to show you how much I care about you?"

Sasuke, his guard softened by the intoxication, nodded in response. The dim lights of the room seemed to reflect the complex emotions in his eyes as he met (Y/N)'s gaze.

Naruto, ever the enthusiastic supporter, scooted closer to Sasuke with a wide grin. He clapped Sasuke on the shoulder and declared, "You're choosing well, Sasuke! (Y/N)'s the best at making people feel special."

(Y/N), with a playful yet intimate look in her eyes, gracefully descended to the floor. Her movements were deliberate, each step carrying a sense of purpose as she positioned herself in front of Sasuke. The room seemed to hold its breath as the powerful shinobi gazed down at her.

(Y/N), looking up at Sasuke, began to move with a fluidity that mirrored the unspoken currents of the night. Her dance was not just a physical display but an intimate expression of connection and understanding. The music played softly in the background, enhancing the atmosphere of the moment.

Naruto, watching the scene unfold, offered words of encouragement. "Enjoy, Sasuke! (Y/N) knows how to make everything unforgettable!"

As (Y/N) danced, the room became a cocoon of shared vulnerability and unspoken desires. The night, once filled with laughter and revelry, now shifted into a more intimate space where the complexities of friendship and longing intertwined.

Sasuke, his eyes fixed on (Y/N)'s movements, felt a mix of emotions. The alcohol had lifted the usual barriers, allowing him to experience a rare moment of connection and understanding. The dance, both sensual and sincere, became a bridge between the unspoken depths of Sasuke's loneliness and the warmth of the friends who cared for him.

The afterparty, now transformed into an intimate tableau of emotions, continued to unfold with a sense of unpredictability, leaving each participant to navigate the intricate dance of desires, connection, and the complexities of shared moments.

“(Y/N), why don’t you show him how good you are with your mouth?” Naruto murmurs, his eyes on her as she drops into a crawl. (Y/N) nods, a determined look on her face. Sasuke blushes, but allows her hands to gently tug at his pants. She pulls them down, exposing him to the sudden air. Sasuke is drunk by now, all eyes on her as he practically forgets Naruto is there. “You're gonna love this, Sasuke.” Naruto smirkes, rubbing the lump in his pants. (Y/N) exposes Sasuke’s cock to the open air, Sasuke blinking in shock as he realizes.

Sasuke's initial reaction was a startled "Whoa." However, the effects of the alcohol, coupled with the underlying vulnerability he had shared, rendered him unable to stop her. A sense of embarrassment washed over him, heightened by the fact that Naruto was witnessing the intimate scene.

Sasuke's attempt to voice his discomfort was hindered by the tipsiness that enveloped him, his words coming out in a slurred, disjointed manner. "Wait... I mean, stop... Naruto's here. I... I don't want..."

(Y/N), attuned to the shift in Sasuke's demeanor, gracefully adjusted her dance. She paused, looking up at him with understanding eyes. "Sasuke, it's okay. Just relax. Naruto's fine with it, aren't you, Naruto?"

Naruto, grinning broadly, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Sasuke! (Y/N)'s just showing us a good time. No need to be embarrassed."

Sasuke, still caught between the desire for intimacy and the weight of embarrassment, struggled to articulate his thoughts. (Y/N), recognizing his internal conflict, leaned in and spoke softly, her words meant only for his ears. "Sasuke, it's just an act of passion. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We're all friends here." And her words sounded so good to his ears. Sasuke, reassured by (Y/N)'s calming presence, gradually let go of his reservations. He nodded, a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes.

(Y/N) reaches again for Sasuke’s cock, gently giving him a massage. He stifled a moan, throwing his head back as the music fuels his senses. His breathing hitches slightly as (Y/N) takes him into her mouth. He feels her soft tongue stroke the length of him, making a low moan escape his lips. He’s embarrassed, Naruto watching, but Naruto only has eyes on (Y/N), enjoying her little show.

(Y/N) withdraws from Sasuke’s hard cock, who is now hard as a rock. She meets his eyes, grinning as she takes his hands. “Sasuke, you're so big.” Those words made his eyes roll back into Sasuke’s head. She brings his hand to her hair, (Y/N) giggling. “Alright now Sasuke, I’ve gone real easy on you. Let’s go a little faster now, okay?” Sasuke is enjoying her production, tightening his grip in her hair. He lowers her down to his cock again, (Y/N) eagerly taking him in.

The room is filled with music, and the sounds of lewd sucking as (Y/N) takes him even deeper than last time. (Y/N) is gulping, gasping, and making the lewdest of sounds as Sasuke groaned, his hips thrusting into her mouth. Naruto chuckles, knowing Sasuke is not going to last long. (Y/N) is too powerful for him, Sasuke glaring at Naruto for laughing. Sasuke’s face unraveled again as her tongue swirls again, her small fist pumping Sasuke’s cock as she goes faster and faster.

“Come on (Y/N), give him more. You got this!” Naruto excitedly cheered her on. Sasuke was biting back his moans that escaped every few seconds. Sasuke swore the girl didn’t even need to breathe. Her head bobbed eagerly down on Sasuke’s shaft over and over again, her tongue flickering and dragging as well as doing all types of magic tricks. Sasuke threw his head back, groaning as she slowly took more and more of him in, going as deep down as she could. With her free hand, Naruto gasped as it itches closer up onto Naruto’s lap, Naruto quickly dropping his pants so she could stroke him.

Sasuke was twitching horribly, embarrassed that (Y/N) held such great power over him. (Y/N) moaned while his cock was inside her mouth, creating the best vibrations he felt. (Y/N) teased Naruto, her hands wrapping around his huge cock as she pumped, Naruto biting back his own moans as she bobbed deeper into Sasuke’s cock. Her mouth was soaked, saliva pooling out her mouth with precum from Sasuke as he frantically painted, his hands clawing into her couch.

Sasuke painted. “I-I can’t hold back anymore.” Sasuke pleaded, his hips lifting off the couch to thrust deeper into her. “Please I can’t.” (Y/N) had never ever thought she’d see the great legend, Sasuke Uchiha blubbering and begging her. “I’m gonna come.” He cried out, his head banging into the couch as (Y/N)’s tongue wrapped around him. A combined effort from her clenched fist, bobbing mouth, and wet tongue had him groaning, cumming down her throat. Sasuke arched his back, panting and groaning as he absently bucked his hips, (Y/N) taking all of him so well. She swallows every bit of his cum, licking it up gratefully and cleaning him with her tongue. (Y/N) looks up at Sasuke who is spent, (Y/N) grinning and proud.

The atmosphere in the room remained charged with the lingering echoes of intimacy as Sasuke lay there, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. (Y/N), having concluded her dance of passion, moved to sit beside him, a gentleness in her eyes that contrasted the earlier intensity of the moment.

Naruto, sensing Sasuke's internal struggle, pulled (Y/N) close to him. "You okay, Sasuke?" he asked, his tone a mix of concern and understanding.

Sasuke, still catching his breath, nodded in response. "Yeah, just... I wasn't expecting that."

(Y/N), her demeanor now one of compassion, spoke softly, "I wanted you to feel cared for, Sasuke. It's okay if it was unexpected."

Naruto, leaning back and observing the scene, chimed in, "(Y/N)'s just like that. She knows how to make people feel special."

Sasuke, while grateful for the care and attention, couldn't shake the internal turmoil. He looked at (Y/N), his eyes revealing a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What did I get myself into?"

(Y/N), with a reassuring smile, patted Sasuke's shoulder. "Just a night of unexpected twists, Sasuke. It's all in good fun."

Naruto, ever the optimist, grinned. "And who knows, maybe you needed a night like this. Let loose a bit."

As the trio navigated the aftermath of the intimate moment, the room became a space for open conversation and shared understanding. The night, once filled with laughter and revelry, now evolved into a more introspective chapter, each participant grappling with the complexities of emotions and desires that transcended the boundaries of friendship.

The afterparty, now a tapestry woven with a myriad of experiences, continued to unfold with a sense of unpredictability, leaving each of them to navigate the intricate dance of connection and self-discovery in the wake of the unexpected twists of the night.

In the aftermath of the unexpected turns and moments of vulnerability, Sasuke found himself surprisingly content, his internal turmoil giving way to a sense of satisfaction. The dimly lit room, filled with the echoes of laughter, intimacy, and shared experiences, felt like a sanctuary where the complexities of life momentarily faded away.

As he lay there, surrounded by friends who cared, Sasuke realized that the night had become a unique tapestry, woven with threads of desire, camaraderie, and self-discovery. The warmth of the shared moments eclipsed any lingering confusion, and a quiet sense of gratitude settled within him.

Sasuke glanced around at Naruto and (Y/N), both of whom had played integral roles in the unfolding narrative of the night. Naruto's infectious grin and (Y/N)'s playful yet caring presence created an atmosphere that transcended the usual boundaries of camaraderie. In that moment, Sasuke felt a profound connection that surpassed the superficialities of everyday interactions.

He hoped the night would linger, suspended in time, a respite from the weight of responsibilities and the shadows of the past. In this haven of laughter and unexpected twists, Sasuke found a fleeting escape, a reprieve that allowed him to simply be free from the burdens of his ninja life.

As the night continued its gentle course, Sasuke embraced the sense of liberation that had washed over him. The afterparty, now an intimate sanctuary of shared experiences, became a haven where the complexities of the shinobi world faded, leaving room for laughter, connection, and the simple joy of being alive. In the soft glow of the dim lights, Sasuke let himself be carried by the currents of the night, hoping that its magic would linger and that the dawn would be reluctant to break the spell they had woven together.

As the night continued, Naruto, with a playful chuckle, pulled (Y/N) close, his eyes reflecting a mischievous gleam. "Looks like it's my turn now," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that carried a sense of anticipation.

With a gentle yet confident touch, Naruto guided (Y/N) to the couch, the dim lights of the room casting a warm glow on their faces. As he laid her down, his gaze lingered on her with an intensity that spoke of familiarity and unspoken connection.

(Y/N), a playful smile dancing on her lips, met Naruto's gaze with a twinkle in her eye. The air crackled with a sense of anticipation as the duo embarked on a dance of their own, the music playing softly in the background like a melodic backdrop to the unfolding scene.

The room, filled with the echoes of shared moments and the complexities of the night, became a stage for the dynamic interplay of desires, laughter, and unspoken connections. The afterparty, now an intimate haven of emotions and shared experiences, continued its enchanting journey into the realms of friendship, camaraderie, and the unexpected twists that defined the night.

Naruto, who had gently laid (Y/N) down, gently pushed her up until her head was in Sasuke’s lap. Sasuke gazes down at her, pure amazement in his eyes. Naruto chuckles, telling Sasuke that he’s in for a treat. “It’s pretty cool for a host to bless their guests, so let’s bless (Y/N) back.” Naruto grins. “I’ve been waiting for this the whole night.” Naruto whispers, pure desire falling from his lips. (Y/N) smiles at (Y/N), holding onto him for support as Naruto adjusts her legs back. Sasuke gasps, her pussy dripping underneath the thin lingerie she’s wearing.

Naruto gently pulls her panties aside, revealing her pussy. Sasuke can’t help but think that it’s so pretty, so wet and filled with what must be liquid gold. (Y/N) gently takes Sasuke’s hands, moving them to her chest. He gently squeezes, his lips popping open slightly as Naruo lowers himself to her liquid gold. (Y/N) moans, Sasuke thinking he’s never seen anything so beautiful as she gasps. Naruto’s mouth quickly had found her pot of gold, his tongue experimenting around her clit.

Naruto, filled with energy, quite literally feasts upon her. (Y/N) moans, gripping Sasuke’s shirt as she stares into his eyes. Sasuke is hard again, (Y/N) on his lap as she whimpers and pulls so sexily at him, Sasuke’s hips jerking slightly as Naruto feasts harder. His tongue is dipping into and out of her pussy, the lewd noises singing like angels to Sasuke’s ears. (Y/N) gives the sweetest moans, her hips bucking as Naruto eats her out like her pussy belongs to him. (Y/N)’s head bucks back against Sasuke’s lap, Naruto holding her legs up as his tongue enters deeper.

“Naruto, more.” (Y/N) whimpers, her fingers dropping to thread in his hair. She gently swivels her hips to meet his tongue, Sasuke groaning at how sexy she looked. “Sasuke, you like this, right?” (Y/N) gasps as Naruto gets rougher with her, pushing her legs apart hard. Sasuke nods, cupping her cheek.

“Your so fucking sexy, (Y/N). I’d make you my wife right now.” Sasuke groans, playing with her hair. “So fucking pretty.” (Y/N) is glad he’s enjoying this. He’s drunk, slurring his words. (Y/N) cries out, Naruto sucking her clit with his amazing tongue, wet and wild as he brings (Y/N) closer to her climax. Naruto groans around the entrench to her pussy, his tongue flickering from deep inside to surface as his tongue quickens in pace. (Y/N) is shaking, gasping uncontrollably as she tries her best to hold out.

(Y/N)’s body was trembling against Sasuke, Naruto’s head bobbing gently. She cried out, whimpering to Sasuke to help her. Sasuke slipped her tit right out of her lingerie, squeezing it tightly. With his other hand he gripped his cock, unable to resist how sexy she looked when being pleasured. His fingers nimbly squeezed her nipple, (Y/N) crying out at all the stimulation. She gives a long, low moan as Naruto pushes hard enough against her clit, (Y/N) crying that she’s cumming.

Sasuke is in heaven, he swears. When (Y/N) cums, she cries like a princess. Her body trembled in his tight grip, both men holding her tight. (Y/N) felt tears drip down her face as she moaned in relief and happiness, Sasuke thinking he finally died and went to heaven. Naruto’s tongue didn��t cease in movement, making her tremble even more as she writhed and came. Naruto groaned, lapping up all of her golden cum as Sasuke came as well, his hand wrapped tightly around his own cock. Sasuke tiredly pumped, his cum shooting out of the tip of hs cock towards (Y/N)’s face. She was taken aback, surprised as he groaned, finishing all over her face. When he realized, he apologized quickly, embarrassed.

(Y/N) giggled, using her finger to wipe it off and lick. Naruto withdrew from (Y/N), gently settling into the couch.

Sasuke, still processing the unfolding events of the night, found himself in a state of mild shock as (Y/N) expressed her desire to get even more intimate with both him and Naruto. The dim lights of the room cast a hazy glow on the trio, creating an atmosphere charged with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

(Y/N), her playful demeanor now tinged with a hint of seduction, looked at Sasuke and Naruto with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "What do you say, boys? Ready for the next level of fun?"

Naruto, grinning broadly, seemed excited by the proposition. "Sounds like a great idea to me!"

Sasuke, on the other hand, felt a surge of conflicting emotions. The unexpected twists of the night had already taken him to uncharted territories, and now faced with the prospect of further intimacy, he found himself at a crossroads.

(Y/N), sensing Sasuke's hesitation, leaned in and spoke softly, her words carrying a reassurance meant for him alone. "Relax, Sasuke. It's just a continuation of the fun we've been having all night."

The room seemed to hold its breath as the trio navigated the uncharted waters of desire, friendship, and shared moments. Sasuke, despite his initial shock, felt a sense of intrigue mingled with the lingering traces of vulnerability. The night, now a canvas painted with the unpredictable strokes of camaraderie and connection, continued its journey into the realms of the unexpected.

The ambiance of the afterparty gradually mellowed, and amidst the soft hum of lingering conversations and the distant echoes of music, Sasuke found himself surrendering to the embrace of sleep. The couch, a plush refuge beneath the dim lights, cradled him in its comfort, the events of the night fading into a distant haze.

His descent into slumber was gentle, a gradual yielding to the tranquility of the moment. The room, once alive with laughter and unexpected twists, now became a haven of serenity. Sasuke, though not entirely aware of how he had transitioned from wakefulness to the ethereal realm of dreams, welcomed the respite with open arms.

The flickering lights cast a soft glow on Sasuke's features as he lay on the couch, his usually stoic expression softened by the peacefulness of sleep. The subtle rise and fall of his chest mirrored the quiet rhythms of the night, a tranquil cadence that spoke of a mind temporarily unburdened.

Naruto, ever observant, noticed Sasuke's slumber and decided to let him rest. Leaning over, he draped a gentle blanket over his friend, a protective gesture born out of the unspoken camaraderie that defined their bond.

As the night progressed, the others in the room carried on with their conversations and shared moments, but Sasuke remained in the embrace of peaceful sleep, oblivious to the continued ebb and flow of the afterparty. The soft murmur of voices and laughter became a distant lullaby, gently accompanying Sasuke into a realm where dreams unfolded in a tapestry woven with the echoes of the night's adventures.

The afterparty, now hushed and serene, continued to weave its own magic, each participant navigating the realms of connection, desire, and friendship in their own unique way. The night, with its tapestry of experiences, whispered promises of more to come as it unfolded in the quiet moments between laughter and dreams.

Naruto, his gratitude evident in his eyes, approached (Y/N) with a sincere expression. "Thanks a lot, (Y/N). Sasuke really needed this. I've never seen him relax like that."

(Y/N), her playful demeanor still intact, chuckled in response. "Well, I'm glad I could help. Everyone needs a night to unwind, even the stoic ones."

Naruto grinned, appreciating the care and attention (Y/N) had bestowed upon their friend. "You really put him to sleep, huh? That's impressive."

(Y/N), settling onto Naruto's lap, lowered the music to create a more subdued atmosphere. "It's a special skill of mine. I can make people feel at ease."

As the night progressed into a quieter phase, the trio found themselves in a more intimate setting. (Y/N), now perched on Naruto's lap, became a central figure in the evolving scene, her presence casting a tranquil spell over the room. The music, once pulsating with energy, now took on a softer tone, creating a backdrop for the quieter moments of connection and reflection.

Naruto, still grateful for the unique night they had all shared, couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with (Y/N). The afterparty, now a tapestry woven with laughter, desire, and the quiet embrace of sleep, continued to unfold in unpredictable ways, leaving each participant to navigate the intricate dance of friendship and the unspoken bonds that defined their night.

The morning light streamed through the windows, gently coaxing Sasuke into wakefulness. Naruto, ever cheerful, stood by the bedside, playfully shaking Sasuke awake. "Come on, Sasuke! It's time to leave (Y/N)'s place. You slept like a log."

Sasuke blinked, momentarily disoriented by the realization that he had indeed slept longer than he intended. (Y/N), now dressed in comfortable pajamas, approached with a giggle, gently patting Sasuke awake as well.

"Good morning, sleepyheads," she teased, her laughter carrying a warm undertone. "You two really know how to crash a party."

As the trio made their way towards the exit, (Y/N)'s confidence from the night before had transformed into a different kind of allure. Dressed in more casual attire, she exuded a magnetic charm that caught Sasuke's attention. Her playful banter with Naruto only added to the morning's light atmosphere.

(Y/N), her gaze locking with Sasuke's, spoke with a confidence that carried a subtle, sexy undertone. "Well, boys, it was a special night. Time for the special payment."

Naruto, chuckling, reached into his pocket, pulling out a wad of bills. "You got it, (Y/N). For the special night."

(Y/N) accepted the money with a sly grin, emphasizing the playful transaction. "Remember, I don't do this for just anyone. You two are special. Now go on, get out of here before I change my mind."

The banter and laughter continued as the trio made their way out of (Y/N)'s house. The morning, now infused with the easy camaraderie of friends, held echoes of the unique night they had shared. The afterparty, though coming to an end, left behind a tapestry of memories, laughter, and unexpected connections that lingered in the air as Sasuke and Naruto stepped back into the world beyond (Y/N)'s door.

Sasuke arched an incredulous eyebrow, casting a questioning glance at Naruto as they stepped out of (Y/N)'s house. "Why did you pay her?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his tone.

Naruto, with a carefree laugh, sling an arm around Sasuke's shoulder. "(Y/N) doesn't work for free, my friend. Last night was special, and she made it happen for us. Just a token of appreciation."

Sasuke's stoic expression remained, but a subtle understanding dawned in his eyes. The complexities of the night, the unexpected twists, and the unique connection they had shared with (Y/N) became clearer in Naruto's nonchalant explanation.

As they walked away from (Y/N)'s house, a contemplative expression lingered on Sasuke's face. Naruto, catching the subtle shift in his friend's demeanor, snickered with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's on your mind, Sasuke? You look like you're about to ask something."

Sasuke hesitated for a moment before shaking his head, his usual stoicism in place. "It's nothing," he muttered, attempting to brush off whatever thoughts had crossed his mind.

Naruto, however, snickered knowingly. "Come on, Sasuke, you're a terrible liar. Spit it out. Do you want to go back?"

Sasuke's eyes flickered, a brief moment of uncertainty crossing his features before he shook his head again, denying any desire to return. Naruto, not convinced, continued to snicker. "You're lying, aren't you? We didn't get the main event because you fell asleep. Admit it!"

A faint blush colored Sasuke's cheeks as he shot a glare at Naruto. "It's not like that. I just need more sleep."

Naruto laughed heartily, his arm still slung around Sasuke's shoulder. "Sure, Sasuke. We'll go back another time, then. Maybe when you're less likely to doze off."

The banter continued, the two friends sharing a laugh as they walked away from (Y/N)'s house, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the memories of the unique afterparty they had experienced. The night might have come to an end, but the echoes of laughter, desires, and camaraderie lingered in the air, leaving Sasuke and Naruto with a story to remember and a friendship that embraced the unexpected twists of the night.

As they continued walking, Sasuke sighed, his usually composed demeanor betraying a sense of introspection. "(Y/N) has grown into a beautiful woman," he admitted, his tone contemplative. "And what she did for us last night was... quite unconventional."

Naruto grinned, nudging Sasuke playfully. "Told you she's a five-star baddie now. (Y/N)'s always been one to surprise. Last night was something else, huh?"

Sasuke nodded, acknowledging the truth in Naruto's words. The events of the night, the surprises, and the uncharted territories they had ventured into with (Y/N) lingered in his thoughts. The night had been a whirlwind of emotions, desires, and unexpected connections, leaving Sasuke to reflect on the complexities of friendship and the unpredictable paths life could take.

As they walked, the morning sun casting a warm glow on their journey, Sasuke and Naruto carried with them the memories of a night that defied expectations. (Y/N)'s presence, her playful yet caring actions, had woven a unique chapter into the tapestry of their lives. The trio continued their stroll, the afterparty now a story to be shared, a secret to be cherished, and a testament to the enduring bonds of friendship.

Sasuke let out a low, contemplative hum, acknowledging (Y/N)'s allure. "She's... delectable," he admitted, his usually reserved tone carrying a rare note of appreciation.

Naruto, walking alongside him, couldn't help but snicker at Sasuke's choice of words. "Delectable, huh? You've got a case of (Y/N) brain, my friend."

Sasuke shot Naruto a sidelong glance, his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement. "I do not."

Naruto laughed, nudging Sasuke with his elbow. "Oh, come on! I was the same way when I first reconnected with her. (Y/N) has this way of getting under your skin, doesn't she?"

Sasuke grunted noncommittally, not willing to admit that Naruto might have a point. The memories of the night with (Y/N) lingered, and despite his stoic exterior, there was a subtle acknowledgment of the impact she had left on him.

Naruto continued, his laughter echoing in the morning air. "It's like she has this magnetic charm. But hey, that's just (Y/N). Always surprising, always leaving an impression."

As they walked, the banter between the two friends persisted, the echoes of the afterparty becoming a shared narrative in the tapestry of their friendship. (Y/N), with her playful yet alluring presence, had left an indelible mark on the night, weaving a story that Sasuke and Naruto would carry with them into the future. The afterglow of the unique night lingered in their steps, a reminder of the unpredictability and richness that friendships could bring into their lives.

Naruto couldn't resist a mischievous grin as he teased Sasuke. "You know, she's quite the kisser, isn't she?"

Sasuke, his mind still lingering on the memories of the night, hummed in agreement. He closed his eyes briefly, allowing himself to indulge in the thought of (Y/N)'s lips on his, the sensation vivid in his imagination.

His eyes snapped open as realization hit him, a flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. Naruto was clearly messing with him, and Sasuke wasn't about to let it slide.

"Stop with your nonsense, Naruto," Sasuke growled, his irritation evident. He aimed a swift but playful hit to Naruto's arm, a silent reprimand for the teasing.

Naruto chuckled, taking the hit with a grin. "Come on, Sasuke, lighten up! It's just a bit of fun. (Y/N)'s got that effect on people."

Sasuke huffed, crossing his arms as he shot Naruto a reproachful look. "Just focus on getting us home without making a scene."

Naruto continued to snicker, the banter between them alive with the echoes of the afterparty. As they walked, the playful teasing became a backdrop to their friendship, a reminder of the unexpected twists and shared moments that defined the night with (Y/N). The afterglow of laughter, desires, and camaraderie continued to linger, leaving Sasuke and Naruto with a story to share and the enduring bonds that transcended the ordinary.

As Naruto dropped Sasuke off, the two friends stood by the entrance of Sasuke's place. Naruto, ever the exuberant one, checked his phone with a grin, then slapped Sasuke on the shoulder.

"Check this out," Naruto said, turning the screen of his phone toward Sasuke. The device displayed a captivating photo of (Y/N), an alluring smile playing on her lips. The message accompanying the image was an invitation for both boys to come back soon, continuing the festivities of the previous night.

Sasuke's eyes shifted from the phone to Naruto, a mix of surprise and amusement in his gaze. "Looks like (Y/N)'s not done surprising us," Naruto remarked with a smirk.

Sasuke couldn't help but acknowledge the truth in Naruto's words. (Y/N)'s allure seemed to extend beyond the physical realm, reaching into the realm of anticipation and curiosity. The invitation hinted at the promise of more unexpected twists, more laughter, and perhaps a continuation of the unique connection they had formed with (Y/N).

Naruto chuckled, pocketing his phone. "Well, Sasuke, looks like we've got an open invitation. What do you say we will go back to soon?"

Sasuke, though maintaining his usual stoicism, couldn't hide a subtle glint of intrigue in his eyes. "Sure, why not," he responded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

As Naruto left, the invitation lingered in the air, leaving Sasuke with thoughts of the night that had unfolded and the promise of more adventures with (Y/N) on the horizon. The afterparty, it seemed, was not just a one-time affair but a prelude to further chapters in the story of their unexpected friendship with the enigmatic (Y/N) Miyu.

#uzumaki naruto #sasuke uchiha #sasuke x sakura #sasuke smut #naruto x sasuke

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ithaquasbbg · 1 year ago

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Oh my god it’s fluff week yay (I’m terrified)

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A spoonful of sugar - Cafe au! Ithaqua x reader

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Pairing : Cafe au! Ithaqua x reader, maybe nath?? Pining, so no establish relationship. Maybe I’ll make a part 2 later for both brothers.

Triggers : none (basically in this au both Itha and Nathaniel work in their mothers cafe 🩷)

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You walk into a cafe down the street from your apartment, the bell ringing to alert the workers that you’re inside. Immediately, two young men about the same age as you begin arguing over who gets to take the order. “Come on, you took the last one!” The one in red says, causing the blue twin to laugh. “You’ve taken almost every order the last few days!”

After a moment you walk up to the counter, the twin in blue getting to the register first as the other sulks, sitting on the other side of the counter and playing on his phone. “Hello, I’m Ithaqua!” He smiles brightly, “what can I get you today?” After he asks, you take a moment to look over at the menu, the other twin, who’s nametag reads ‘Nathaniel’ pipes in. “It’s hot outside, you might as well get something cold.”

You decide he’s right, looking at the cold drinks before picking a random one with your favorite fruits in it. “Alright, you can sit down while I make it for you!” Ithaqua smiles and writes down your order, going to start mixing your drink as you sit down next to his brother. “What’s your name?” He asks, turning to you with a look of curiosity on his face. He’s much less cranky now that he seems to have gotten over not getting to take the order. “I’m (Name), it’s nice to meet the two of you!”

He nods, a smirk on his face when Ithaqua looks back at him, seemingly saying ‘Look, I talk to more people than you.’ His twin simply rolls his eyes, sighing as he writes something down on a little note before handing it to you with the drink. When you open it, it has his phone number written on it along with a cute little smiley face. Nathaniel seems to notice this and takes the paper, scribbling his number down as well.

The antics of the brothers make you laugh, especially once the two of them start going back and forth at each other once again. “You can’t just take the paper from them, Nathaniel!” Ithaqua scolds, giving you a sympathatic look as his twin simply rolls his eyes and gets up to go further back into the store, likely to get himself a drink of his own.

“Sorry about that” Ithaqua mumbles, scratching the back of his neck. “Let me make it up to you somehow.” You’re surprised by his offer and quickly shake your head, “there’s really no need-” He cuts you off shortly after you start talking, a smile on his face. “No no it’s alright, our mother owns this cafe and I’m sure she’d do the same if she knew how much trouble the two of us bickering has been.” You laugh and are about to accept his offer before Nathaniel comes back, his arms crossed “I heard that, you know.” He says, turning around as a red haired lady follows him in.

She doesn’t seem annoyed at all, in fact, she’s laughing at the antics of her two children, “Please excuse these two, they bicker more than they think” This causes you to laugh along with her, the two twins in question both flushed bright red in embarrassment. “Do You live near here?” She asks, standing across the counter from you. “Yes, I live in the apartment complex right down the street, just moved in a few days ago.” Their mother nods, turning to her sons before looking back at you. “I’ll make sure these two can get along next time you come, for today, take the drink on the house.”

Both of the twins groan, bothered by the aspect that they would have to work together for an order, much less work together on the order of a person they both want to speak with more. “Mom, you can’t just punish me for Nathaniel’s attitude-” Ithaqua pouts while Nathaniel immediately elbows his brother in the ribs, almost offended. “Ithaqua, darling, this is much more of a punishment for him than it is for you.” She laughs, turning to you and smiling.

“Come down here if you ever need anything, I don’t mind giving nice people some free drinks from time to time.” You smile and nod, shaking her hand as you get up and get ready to leave. “Wait, (Name)!” Ithaqua shouts, grabbing the paper with him and his twins phone numbers on it and handing it to you. “Please text either of us if you need anything, alright?” You laugh and nod, waving goodbye to the family one final time before walking out of the shop and back home.

#idv fandom #idv fanfic #idv headcanons #idv imagines #idv x reader #idv scenarios #idv matchup #idv ithaqua #idv night watch #identity v ithaqua #ithaqua idv #Nathaniel idv #Nathaniel Norwell #night watch idv #coffee shop #night watch

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rawrmeansilyindinosawr · 2 years ago

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do NOT GO TO LE BAIN NEAR THE HIGH LINE

ur depressed n hungover n the wifi is out at your house even though u pay for it ur roommate scammed the electricity company the entire last year til they just now recently caught on so now we just have to pay but the power was out for a couple hours, either way the summers in bushwick always seem to make ur cell service weird. u kinda feel sad texting ur crush and theyre all green bubbles instead of blue ones w read receipts. it feels alot like hot sugar sinkies with the emo couple that keep missing each other and giving weird hot n cold signs til she od's on xans and he gets clocked in the back of the head w a bottle and all u can see is how they were both typing messages to each other but it never got sent. so u end up oversharing venting at klom klorm and having strangers tell u to start a radio talk show or something and u remember the last time u were here u ordered 4 pitchers of sangrias at 11am with ur friend, left properly tipsy but got a bottle anyway then went drunk thrifting at L train…in between getting ketamine delivered to u it was a fun lil salad.<3 we all go separate ways then link up again for afterparties n drinks, yr sent out to find a vape in midtown near grand central terminal and yr lost AF n kinda feel like a disappointment cuz back in La la land everything is so accescible n u hate coming back empti handed for yr friendz [ur also like never gonna forgive yrself for asking a REAL NEW YORKER a year ago if there were more bodegas in the city in comparison to brooklyn, sigh. whateverz.]

bartschland had a top energy cute fashion party at the standard at the high line near the piers on a tuesday night/morning and yr friends getting too drunk at the pregame and fell to their knees at the club entry while tourists laugh. u cuss out the tourists that are laughing and making fun of ur friendz for tapping out. i hate how mean ppl kan b. like y stand there n laugh while u have access into the club to get water. there needz to be more kindness in the world smh. le bain should let EVERYONE in too but dont ever go to the one near the standard high line anymore.

moral of the story: no matter what ifwe tapped out or not we are always pheonixes never just the flames. and no one can take our light away we wont hide it either under a bushel or rock or however the fuck that song goes, and if ur purse catches on fire u better put it out with ur body.

[christian trauma is very real for meh.]]

but u love yr friends sm so many good memories with them like losing ur sock at bossa nova / blacking out after we mixed molly in our drinks in the bathroom and also tht same nite losing ur FAV bell bottoms ur shitty landlord back in LA left at that overpriced house u rented after graduating college in like FUK they made ur legs look sooo long, u took ur digis for ur modeling agency in them but whatevs.

U've dropped molly w them at 1pm just to celebrate the beginning of bk fashion week at bush terminal park but like we got kinda lost cuz why is it so fucking big and circley to begin with....u sat on what u THOUGHT was grass but it was like a big SPIKEY fucking ROCK and u end up with a big scrape on ur butt. whatever it wuz like kinda kute like a KUTE lil kiss and ur a power bottom anyway…..it all works out for everyone.

meeting Fabio [heart eyes insert] <3 at the kick off event was surreal AF. he gave us a ted talk about ethical non monogamy and almost consentually kidnapped us in his van full of stuff he found off the STREET. hows that for treasure n THRIFTY FINDS street/STOOPING EDITION w splash of hoarding w charitable motives. a brazilian woman stopped me to ask me to model her yellow purse in the mystery van, i guess it was a vibe i did look v much like the prodigy of karl largfield except like much less predatory n masculine.

so sorri to everyone we consistently call n text together when we are drunk n tipsy n rolling, sorri to everyone who had to hear us sing wonderwall by oasis off tune n out of key but no regrets. if u hate it lose mi number. but no regrets, life is better without them. we r all human experiencing human thingz, human desires, human flawz...no regrets!!! even the nite we got covid together at mr purple. many closeted lesbian vibes there n aggressive men from yonkers. the uber ride to the after party was fun tho.

ANNDDD the random gemini boy who was 1/4 racist who took us into this hotel to do blow in and get free hot green tea. v excited for VIXEN MAW's concert june 11th, grindcore is kute n KAWAll.

typing this all on the subway w personal hotspot, never thought i would have the audacity to be one of THESE PPLZ. guy nxt to me is singing sad gurlz love money Bollywood edition while swiping on grindr. i just know i HAVE GOT TO GET HOTTER and stop dating musicianzz. anyway.

GO PARTY ANYWHERE BUT DONT GO TO LE BAIN AT THA HIGHLINE .

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neonacity · 3 years ago

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HYACINTHE | Chapter 1: Jaemin x Reader

Summary:

Na Jaemin is far from being your typical 20 year old. Instead of slaving through college, he wastes away his hours cracking safes. Weekends that should be spent partying with friends consist of illegal races on good days and small scale bombings on bad ones.

Na Jaemin is far from being average, unless you consider being a member of Seoul's top organized crime family normal.

There is no such thing as a sense of normality and peace in his trainwreck of a life, so when he met a barista who was brave enough to call out his dangerous taste in coffee, he was like a moth to the flame. Everything about her is normal, which means she is forbidden to him, in all sense of the word.

So why, then, does he always find himself in the front steps of her shop, breaking all his personal rules even if he wishes he could stay away?

A/N + Disclaimer: this is a side story to Black Daisies, my main mafia fic feat. 0T23. While the plot is based on the main story, this can also be read as a standalone fic. As usual, this is purely a work of fiction and in no way am I implying any member of NCT to behave the way I write them here. tw: crimes, heists, potential death, mentions of drugs and other illegal activities.

PAIRING: Jaemin x Reader

BLACK DAISIES MASTERLIST

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I've known him for almost a year and a half when it happened.

The small bell of the cafe's back door dinged so hard, I thought it would get ripped off from the wall. I looked up, eyes wide with panic and hands still wrapped around the cold corners of a metal tray when a head of jet black hair appeared on the entrance. It took me half a second to register what I was seeing before I found myself flying to his side in a heartbeat.

"Jaemin! Oh my god, what the hell is going on!"

My first thought was that he was injured. He was doubled over and I quickly hunched to his level so that I could peer at his face. He looked paler than usual, beads of sweat stuck on his forehead, eyes glazed with a slight look of panic as he tried to keep himself from falling over. I threw out my hands to hold him by the shoulders and that's when my gaze caught it; the small black package that he quickly tried to hide inside his bomber jacket before I could even fully see what it is. I didn't give it much attention back then—I was far too focused in trying to see if he was hurt anywhere to worry about anything else. When his gaze finally focused on me, I thought I saw guilt there.

"I need your help. Sorry, I don't know where else to go."

My brows furrowed together.

"What the hell is going on—"

He reached out for one of my hands helping him up and squeezed it tight.

"Please don't ask me questions. Just—can you trust me?"

"I don't understand—" my voice started to rise. Is he hurt? Bleeding? In pain?

"Please."

My lips parted then pursed again.

"Okay."

Jaemin tugged me closer to him and threw a panicked look outside. He then pulled me farther into the now closed cafe, back into the storage room, the location of which he shouldn't even know in the first place.

"Let me hide here for a bit. Just a bit."

That encounter was my second mistake since meeting Na Jaemin.

I should have asked questions.

Lots of them.

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The first mistake happened about a year and half ago.

"Welcome to Brick and Beans, what would you like to have today?"

I plastered on my practiced smile and looked at the stranger in front of me without actually looking at him. Working in the service industry sure does things to your head once you get used to it. Despite having to deal with people all the time, you also get to develop a kind of numbness and detachment to human interaction. A face just becomes a face, a customer simply becomes just another passing responsibility. I tried to blink a few times to make myself seem more interested on the boy standing in front of my counter, patiently waiting for him to give me his order so we can go ahead and get on with both our business.

"Uh… I'll have an iced americano. No water. Eight shots of espresso."

My lips parted and curled on the sides to give him my service smile. My hand automatically reached out for the plastic cups stacked on my side while my other whipped out the marker clipped on the pocket of my apron to scribble his order.

"That's one iced americano, no water, eight—"

I stopped and blinked once. Twice. My gaze shot up at the customer in front of me again and really looked at him for the first time.

"I'm sorry, that's eight shots of espresso?"

He nodded, seemingly unbothered by my question.

"No water?"

A slight shake of the head.

"...eight shots. Of espresso."

"Eight shots, yes."

For a moment we both just stared at each other. He was looking at me patiently, probably only slightly weirded out by my question while I gave him a look that's a mix of worry and disbelief. Working as a barista has exposed me to my own fair share of weird coffee requests, but this is by far the one that takes the cake.

I softly cleared my throat and turned my attention back to the words I was scribbling on the cup. As strange as it is, I really am not in the position to judge a customer.

"That'll be 4.50 dollars. Is that for here?"

"Make it to go."

"Got it. I'll get you your order soon…"

"Jaem."

I smiled and scribbled his name on the cup.

Foot traffic was pretty slow on the cafe so I was able to quickly finish the order on autopilot. As I worked on mixing, I found myself humming softly to myself, my tune shifting into short whistles every time I would dunk an espresso shot down into that cup. I didn't even realize that the customer didn't bother taking a seat on one of the empty tables, opting to lean on the wall by the side instead, hands shoved in the pockets of his jogs as his eyes followed me.

"One iced americano for Jaem," I called out and pushed the packed drink into his hand. He handed me his card and I quickly worked on swiping it.

"You sure like your coffee explosive, huh?" I shot him a question for the sake of making small talk as I punched some buttons on my terminal.

"It's the eight shots, isn't it?"

I answered by giving him a shrug and a smile.

"It's the first time I ever did one like it. I can only imagine how it tastes like."

His lips slightly quirked into a smile. A...really cute smile if I might add.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"It's really good."

"Sure, Jaem. I'm not here to judge," I gave him a wink before handing back his card and receipt. "Well, thank you for dropping by. We hope to see you here again." He took both wordlessly and slipped them on his wallet.

I was waiting for him to walk off with his drink with the practiced polite smile plastered on my face again. He turned, coffee in hand, took about five steps, before turning to me again. I blinked in mild confusion as he placed his cup back on my counter.

"Actually… I'll have it here."

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"I'm not going to try your death coffee, Jaemin."

I didn't look up from the page I was reading but I could feel it, that deadly pout and puppy eyes combo drilling onto the side of my head. I flipped a page of my textbook over and I heard a sigh come from the boy beside me.

"I bought it for you. You said you need to finish a paper tonight."

"I do. That doesn't require me to be awake for the next week and a half," I answered back with a quirk of my lips as I finally looked up to meet his gaze. We were seated at one of the far tables of the cafe for my 15 minute break, away from the handful of customers scattered on the smattering of tables and high chairs. This has become quite a routine already… but how it started, I can't really explain.

Ever since that first order, Jaemin had made it his routine to drop by almost regularly. At first the banter started similar to how a regular customer and his favorite barista would have, but since he would always come and visit during slow hours, we would always have more time for longer conversations. Casual talk turned into light-hearted jokes, and finally into a kind of banter that comes with familiarity with each other. Slowly, I came to know the complexities of Na Jaemin, and boy, is he an enigma and a paradox rolled in one.

You never really know what to expect with him. There are days when he would be a bursting ball of energy—most of the time when he would order his drink from hell—but there are also moments when he would be quiet and reserved. I found it odd at first, but slowly accepted it since it didn't really hurt me in the first place. In fact, if I am going to be completely honest, I find this kind of personality set working for me. Imagine gaining two friends, except they're only in one body.

But that's not the only odd thing in our dynamic, too. If someone would ask me now to describe the kind of friendship I have with him, I wouldn't really know how to explain it. We joke together, laugh together, sometimes even tease the crap out of each other like we've known each other for years. We work well together, but at the same time… I know almost next to nothing about him. I don't know his address, who his other friends are, if he's going to school or not… hell, I don't even know what his number is. Outside of this cafe and his regular visits, I don't have anything to prove that he actually exists. He didn't share, and I also didn't ask.

Until today.

"Fine. I'm just going to drink this then."

I gasped before shooting him a squinted glare.

"You are going to burn a hole in your stomach, I swear to god—"

He simply shrugged and made a huge show of sipping the previously untouched tears of Lucifer.

I reached out to tug at the hood of his jacket in an attempt to call him out when I noticed it. His hair was initially masking it at first but now I could see it in full view: a purple bruise just on the side of his eye, almost to his temple.

"Oh my god, Jaemin. What happened?" I asked in a hurry as I tried to take a closer look at it. His expression changed in a heartbeat as he realized what I saw and he quickly leaned back and pulled the hoodie again over his head.

"That's—it's nothing."

"It looks so bad. How did you get that?"

He didn't answer. His eyes avoided my own and his hand gripped the plastic cup between us a little bit tighter.

"Did you get into a fight?" I pushed, gently this time.

His gaze moved to meet mine again for a few seconds. It's obvious he was contemplating what and how to answer.

"Yeah… I got into a bit of a tumble with some friends."

I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned back on my seat. He threw me a look that silently asked what else I want from him.

"Look. You don't tell me shit but at least I know enough to be sure you are lying."

Jaemin looked away and started tapping his finger against the table.

"Why are you… why do you even want to know?"

I looked at him incredulously for a few seconds before leaning over.

"Because you're my friend and I want to make sure you are okay."

"I am okay."

"Your black eye says otherwise."

"Come on, don't push this. Can't we be friends without," he waved his hand between us. "This?"

"Jaemin, I don't even know who you are."

That made him stop. He stared at me for what felt like a full half minute and that's when I saw it for the first time. The dilemma in his eyes.

"It was because of work…"

The look of confusion I made must have been so intense that he quickly tried to jump over it.

"Work—why, what do you—"

"I'm sorry, but that's really all that I can tell you."

The sound of desperation in his tone wasn't lost on me. He looked so torn that I felt almost guilty for pressing.

"Fine… I won't ask again… As long as you are sure you're fine."

He peered at me once more as if assessing if he was finally off the hook.

"So...we're still friends?"

"Huh?"

"You and me… we're still friends?"

"Uh, yes…"

The look of relief on his face made me smile despite myself. He caught it and he made it a point to answer it with his best eye roll.

"Don't laugh at me. I don't know how to do friends."

"You're so cute~"

"Shut up."

And that was the exact day I decided—I'm never going to let Na Jaemin feel alone again.

Chapter 2

#na jaemin #jaemin #jaemin x reader #nct mafia #nct mafia au #mafia!jaemin #jaemin imagines #nct mafia fic

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spencers-renaissance · 3 years ago

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This Gravitational Pull

Summary: Penelope Garcia sets her two best friends Derek & Spencer up on a blind first date. Even with the best intentions and highest expectations, no-one could've predicted it would go quite this well.

Tags: fluff, first date, au: diff first meeting, shy spencer, insecurity, anxiety, flirting, cuddling, protective derek, silly amounts of affection

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 2.9k

Masterlist // Read on AO3

I started writing this and then realised that I'd set their date in a pub's beer garden? I googled it and apparently they are a thing in America so I kept it in. I don't know how common they are, but I hope it's all good and you can picture the setting just fine.

Spencer really wishes he hadn’t agreed to this blind date.

Not because he doesn’t trust Penelope — he does, he trusts her implicitly and entirely — but because it's a blisteringly hot day in late July and the heat compounded by his shaking nerves is making for a rather unpleasant sweating situation.

A bumblebee buzzes quietly around the table he’s sat at, briefly interested in the iced coffee he’s got his hands wrapped around, and Spencer watches it with a gentle sort of intrigue, able to briefly take his mind off the impending date. He knows that Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan is physically attractive, Penelope had made that more than clear with both her copious photos of him and the way she’s sung his praises since she started working at the FBI, but if anything, that just makes him more nervous. If Derek wasn’t his type, then he wouldn’t have as much to lose.

He runs a nervous hand through his hair as he heaves a small sigh. Worst case scenario, he can run home to his apartment, order Indian food, bury himself in the early edition of War and Peace he just won in an auction and forget that this date ever happened.

“Spencer? Spencer Reid?”

A surprisingly deep and sexy voice has him looking up from the watch face he’s been staring at perhaps a little too intensely, and he’s instantly taken aback by the Greek God standing in front of him. He’d known Derek was attractive, he'd seen pictures of him, but no camera could ever hope to do someone so beautiful any semblance of justice.

“Uh, y-yes, um, yeah. That’s me.” He shakes his head to try and recover his awkward word stumbling before discreetly wiping his sweaty palm on his trousers and standing up to shake Derek’s hand. “You’re Derek?”

“The one and only,” Derek says cheekily, shooting Spencer a grin that already has his stomach churning with a mix of excitement and crippling nerves. “Penelope told me you were gorgeous, but let me tell you, she really undersold it, pretty boy.”

His cheeks instantly flush red as he fights to maintain eye contact, blinking owlishly at the other man. Did he really just say that?

“I was going to say the same thing.”

Derek’s grin only widens. “Well, it looks like Penelope matched us well, then.”

This time Spencer allows himself to briefly duck his head as a baffling mix of pleasure and mortification swim around his chest. He puts it down to inexperience. Any other explanation will only compound his embarrassment.

“She did,” he agrees, smiling over at Derek and hoping desperately that he’s managing to stay cooler on the outside than he is on the inside. “Do you want something to drink?”

Derek nods. “I’ll go and order a beer at the bar. Do you want anything or are you okay with that coffee?”

“Oh no, I’m fine, thank you,” Spencer says, and mentally he praises himself for finally getting out a coherent sentence that doesn’t sound hopelessly mangled and flustered.

He watches Derek as he strides into the pub, looking as cool and confident as his looks and personality allow, and he realises that he really does just have a way about him. The bar is relatively crowded due to the blinding heat on a Saturday afternoon, but the bartender serves him instantly, all the girls eyeing him interestedly and the guys knocking his shoulder and joking about with him as though they’re all easy, long-time friends.

It’s nice, Spencer thinks, to be the focus of someone like that’s attention. Derek could have his pick of most people drinking here, but he only has eyes for Spencer as he comes back out, holding a tall pint and wearing a happy, focused expression as he sits back down.

“Do you not drink?” Derek asks curiously and without judgement, gesturing to his coffee.

“I go out with my friends sometimes,” Spencer says, blushing again, “but I’m a bit of a lightweight, and that’s not the best state of mind to be in on any first date, let alone a blind one.”

Derek chuckles warmly at that, and the sound is a pleasant rumble reminiscent of a distant thunderstorm. Spencer wants to melt into it.

“I think I’d like to see you all messy on a night out, pretty boy,” Derek says wryly, still grinning shamelessly, and Spencer gets the distinct impression that this ‘pretty boy’ business is going to be a Thing between them.

Spencer cocks his head and takes a sip of his coffee through the long metal straw. “Maybe you’ll have to join us some time.”

“Does that mean we’re going on another date?” Derek asks, but before Spencer can panic that he’s said the wrong thing, he’s smoothly continuing. “Because I’m more than down for that.”

“You are?”

“Pretty boy, you ever looked in the mirror?” Derek demands playfully. “Add that to this cute little nerdy bashful doctor thing you got going on and you’re the whole package. Of course I want another date with you, and we’ve barely even started this one.”

Spencer flushes bright pink at that, and decides to move the conversation on before he melts into a literal puddle in the middle of this beer garden. “So you know Penelope through work?”

Derek gets the hint. “I was part of the group that arrested her, actually,” he chuckles, “and I thought she was gonna be a nightmare to work with when we gave her the option of working for the FBI instead of going to prison. But then she showed up on her first day decked out from head to toe in pink and yellow, her hair dyed back to her natural blonde, and the way she smiled when I called her baby girl… well, it was smooth sailing from then on. Did you know her back in her Black Queen days?”

“I was her one phone call,” Spencer answers, his face splitting into an easy grin as they discuss his favourite person on planet earth. “I was terrified she was going to jail and I’d lose her forever, so I was over the moon when you guys offered her that deal. We went to get our hair done together the very next day.”

“Oh yeah? And what did Pretty Boy have done to his hair, hm?”

Spencer blushes. “Let’s just say she wasn’t the only one who had a rebellious phase?”

“Now that I have got to know more about.”

“Save it for date number two, SSA Morgan,” Spencer shoots back, relaxing into the easy banter between them.

“Alright, alright, baby, I can do that,” he says, winking again. Thankfully, Spencer manages not to do an embarrassing impression of a traffic light this time. “How did you and Penelope meet?”

“Back in college actually,” Spencer nods. “She was sort of going off the rails after her parents’ death, but I think finding a scared 12 year old in her Geography elective helped her rein it in a bit. We’ve been glued at the hip pretty much since we met. Even when I went to MIT for a bit to complete my Engineering PhD, she came with me. Since her job back then was mostly hacking and some supplemental side jobs, it didn’t really matter where she was based, she was just hellbent on protecting me like she has ever since that first Geography class.”

“Wow,” Derek says, looking genuinely shocked as he leans back a little bit, eyeing Spencer with curious eyes. “You went to college when you were twelve? I’m glad you had Penelope because that could’ve been a disaster.”

“It kind of was,” Spencer nods, laughing a little. “But it meant that I had five degrees including three doctorates by the time I was twenty-one so I wasn’t too mad about it.”

Derek stares at him consideringly, the soft smile on his face making Spencer’s stomach fill with butterflies. “You’re quite the genius aren’t you?”

“Well, I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and can read 20,000 words per minute.”

Derek just stares at him.

“So, yeah, I guess I’m a genius?” he says bashfully.

Derek laughs, shaking his head. “Definitely a genius. I mean, Penelope told me you were clever, but this is like… insane. Are you sure you’re okay to go out with a mere mortal like me or should I see myself out?”

“Yeah actually, Derek, sorry, it’s not going to work out,” Spencer says, feigning seriousness. “I can’t be with anybody who’s not within twenty IQ points of me or doesn’t have at least two PhDs.”

“A good actor, too? What don’t you have going for you, pretty boy?” He laughs in that wild and free kind of way Spencer always wishes he could, and he wonders whether Derek could teach him how.

Derek watches him like there’s something special about Spencer as the sound of their laughter mingles, looks at him like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be but right here, right now, and the warm intensity of it has a buzz going in Spencer’s chest, a pleasant feeling he can’t imagine anything dousing, and he never wants Derek to take his eyes off him again. Not if this is how it’s always going to make him feel.

The hours of the afternoon fly by and all of a sudden the sun is setting and they’re feeling distinctly hungry.

“How do you feel about getting some street food and taking a wander down to the beach?” Derek suggests hopefully, and Spencer can’t help the wide grin that splits his cheeks at the idea.

“Let’s do it.”

The beach is slightly cooler than the garden now the sun is setting and a soft, salty breeze is floating in from the ocean, so they sit close together in the sand, sharing their servings of nachos and fries between them.

“What’s your family like?” Spencer asks, a little daringly after a couple of minutes of comfortable silence.

Derek smiles. “They’re amazing. It’s been just me, my mom, and my two sisters since I was ten years old, but I think losing my dad only brought us closer together, y’know? We had to learn from a young age how to rely on each other, and we were also taught the very valuable lesson of just how important family is and how nothing in life is guaranteed, so we’ve made every effort to be as close to one another as possible.”

Spencer watches with quiet admiration as Derek gushes about his family, and takes another bite of their nachos. “Do they live locally?”

“No, they’re all still back in Chicago,” Derek says. “It’s sad sometimes, being so far away from them, but they would have killed me if I’d stuck around back home just for them and hadn’t chased my dream of climbing the ladder of the FBI.”

Spencer nods, chuckling along with Derek as they stare out at the quiet, tumbling waves of the ocean.

“What about you?” Derek asks. “Are you close with your family?”

Shit. He hadn’t exactly considered that asking Derek about his family would lead to reverse questioning about his own. I mean, call him a genius all you want, but social interaction is not his area of expertise.

“Uh, it’s just me and my mom. She lives back in Vegas,” he explains, clearing his throat awkwardly as he hopes that’s enough to appease his date.

Truthfully, it probably would have been, but Derek doesn’t say anything immediately, and the silence feels like it’s choking him into admitting the truth, however much it makes his chest tighten and his stomach flip with anxiety. What if this is it? What if Derek doesn’t want to start something with someone who has a family history as fucked up as his? What if he reads between the lines and sees that Spencer could be just like his mom in the future, and thinks that starting a relationship is just too risky?

“She has paranoid schizophrenia,” he blurts out, the words rolling off his tongue without his express permission, and instead of shutting up, they just keep coming. “When my dad left when I was ten, I had to be her sole carer until I left for college at twelve, but even then she refused professional help and medication, so I was taking the train from Pasadena to Las Vegas every weekend to try and help her out, and it got messy a lot of the time. It was only when I turned eighteen that things got a little bit easier, and that was only because I betrayed her trust and had her sectioned into a Sanitorium.

“They’re amazing, they take really good care of her and I did my research obviously, but I think a part of her still resents me for doing that.”

He stares out at the ocean for a couple of seconds before he suddenly realises where he is and what he’s just done.

“Oh my god,” he says as horror and dread fill him from the bottom up, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have just dumped all that on you, I’m sorry, just—”

“Hey, pretty boy,” Derek says gently, placing a reassuring hand on his back to get his attention. “It’s okay, don’t worry. I’m just happy you felt comfortable enough to tell me all of that, and besides, I asked the question, and I meant it. I wanted to know the answer.”

Spencer feels some of the panic recede a little, and he looks up at Derek to try and gauge whether he’s telling the truth. “Really?”

Derek’s expression only softens further. “Really.”

He relaxes a little further and leans into Derek’s side, smiling to himself when Derek wraps his arm fully around his waist, resting his head on top of Spencer’s.

“I feel like I’ve known you way longer than just four hours and fifty six minutes,” Spencer says eventually.

Derek chuckles, and this time Spencer can feel the low rumble against his cheek as well as hear it. “It might be the biggest cliche in the book, but I feel exactly the same, baby.”

“I think sharing street food on the beach while staring out at a sunset as romantic and beautiful as that one has cemented the cliches in this date enough already,” Spencer points out, laughing a little.

“That is very true,” Derek agrees, squeezing his hand against Spencer’s waist. “We could round all the cliches off with a kiss, if you’d like.”

Spencer sits upright, blushing again as he eyes Derek’s flirtatious but serious expression. “I’d like that a lot.”

Derek wastes no time in taking Spencer’s jaw in his hand and leaning in slowly to place a long, sensuous kiss to his lips. Spencer kisses back with as much control as is possible when your experience is next to none and you have one of the most beautiful men in the world turning your stomach inside out with his attention, but it seems to be enough for Derek because as soon as they pull away, he’s grinning widely.

“You’re quite the kisser, pretty boy.”

Spencer fights the blush but it comes anyway. “I like that.”

Derek’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “The kiss?”

“No, the pet names.”

Derek’s expression smooths out and he smiles again, a little more tenderly than his usual cheeky grin. “Well, that’s good, because I have plenty more up my sleeve, sweetheart.”

Spencer flushes with pleasure this time and settles back against Derek’s side, observing the blue sea as they settle into silence once more.

“I’m not very used to all of this, by the way,” he says after a while, the sky slowly darkening.

“Used to what?”

“This. Kissing. Dating. Pet names.”

Derek looks down at Spencer to try and get a better look at his face. “Really? You could’ve fooled me.”

“I’ve only ever had one boyfriend before, and this is only the second date I’ve ever been on.”

“Any girlfriends?”

“Not really my area.”

“And this other date, was that with boyfriend number one?”

Spencer shakes his head against Derek’s shoulder. “No, I never went on a date with him. I met him in college and we were friends first, so we never really dated, just fell into a relationship.”

“Ah.” A brief silence settles over them again, but Derek doesn’t let it hang long. “You know I’m not bothered by any of that, right? You could have never dated anyone ever before or have screwed your way round half of California and DC and it wouldn’t matter a single bit. Not if you were here with me, right now.”

He laughs softly as Derek lightens the mood, and something in Spencer’s chest feels like it falls into place at that, like his last anxious reservation has been washed away and he can really move forward, forge onward with this scarily exciting endeavour.

“You’re a good man, Derek Morgan. You know that, right?”

Derek kisses the top of his head. “I do,” he says, “but I’m not sure it’s ever sounded quite as special falling from anyone else’s lips as it does falling from yours.”

Further down the beach, another wave crashes against the shore, and the colours of the sunset fade away slowly. People pack up their picnic baskets and head home, and seagulls attack their leftovers, but none of that matters, because right now, Spencer’s world is Derek Morgan.

Penelope Garcia deserves a medal.

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songmingisthighs · 3 years ago

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[15.08] badboy!seonghwa × reader

⇀ had you known that's why he confessed, would you have accepted him ? Or smack his annoyingly perfect face with your laptop ?

⇁ part 1 / 2

⇁ prologue part 1 / 2 / 3

Things had gone great between you and Seonghwa. You and he would often meet at your dorm or at the diner at least three times a week.

You'd ask him why you both never hung at his dorm but his answer was that he doesn't want the boys to disturb your 'quality time'.

Normally you'd question answers like that, but the way he looks at you and holds your hand made you forget why you even wanna ask that in the first place.

But like all things, everything dissipates with time.

Nearing the end of the semester, group projects lessen and solo assignments accumulate which put a strain between your and Seonghwa's hangout time. You've tried convincing him that you both can hang out whilst doing your solo assignments but you remembered how his eyes trailed after a girl as you spoke at one of your last hangouts at the diner.

Seems like he's lost interest in you too.

Which, it sure hurts, but you both were never official and neither had verbally confirmed to the other about their feelings. It sucks.

But you power through.

You pretend that his silence during class's group discussion didn't affect you, you pretend that when he immediately pack up his stuff to leave the class and only throwing you a polite smile didn't make your heart wrench, you pretend that him ghosting you didn't make you feel both embarrassed and angry at the same time.

You're light and breezy.

Heck, you're so light and breezy, you still go to that diner every Friday all alone. And it's not because you had hoped to see one particular man.

Even though you did.

When he was on a date with some girl who's obviously very pretty.

On the booth you both had 'claimed' as 'your booth' without ever verbally saying it.

"Hi, excuse me," a voice broke your train of thoughts.

You look up from your book to see a really handsome man standing in front of you with a smile on his face. He looks very handsome, definitely mixed-race, and he has this chill aura on him that is honestly refreshing to you.

"Sorry to bother you, but can I sit here?" He asked. You look around to see that there are a lot of other places left in the library where he could've sat.

Sensing your apprehension, the man raised both of his hands, "I'm not a creep or a weirdo, I'm just very particular about where I work,"

He's got a point. So you just nodded, "sure, it's not my table or anything anyways, you could've just taken a seat without asking my permission," he shrugged as he put his things across you, "I mean sure, but you seemed like you don't wanna be bothered and this particular spot has the best walking distance to anywhere at all and plus the secret charging port? Genius," he said, grinning proudly.

You raised your eyebrows at him, "you seem to know your way around the table, mister..." you trailed off to which he immediately caught on, "Hansol, Choi Hansol, but my friends calls me Vernon," he held his hand out for you to shake, "(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and why Vernon?" "My english name, I'm half American,"

And with that, you got yourself a new friend.

Vernon is a computer science major, and the other thing major about him is his nerdiness. And his hotness. Which is a ridiculous combination.

Ever since that day in the library, you both somehow find the other popping up everywhere. Just a day after your first meeting in the library, he came into the café you part-timed at. He came in to order 13 drinks and several pastries, shocking you at first but then he told you he lives in a frat house with 12 other guys and that he's not a caffeine addict.

Then you both bonded over the many sessions in the library which eventually venture out to sitting together during lunch, and then suddenly you both started meeting outside campus.

And this did not go unnoticed by Seonghwa.

"Hey, Seonghwa, how well do you know (Y/N)?" Hongjoong asked, breaking Seonghwa's glare on you and Vernon from all the way across the cafeteria.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at him, "(Y/N) from my statistics class?" As if he hadn't considered you as something more at some point, "I'd say well enough as a groupmate, why?" He asked back.

Hongjoong nodded towards you and Vernon with his chin, "Vernon there saw you both working together and he wants to make sure he won't be stepping on anyone's toes when he's making a move on her,"

At that moment, Seonghwa almost choked on his fries. Too surprised with the fact that you've possibly moved on from him so quickly.

It's only been a month and a half since you both stopped hanging out outside of obligation.

Hearing that made his blood boil and he's pretty sure it's not jealousy. Most likely territorialism. HE took interest in you first waaaaay before Vernon did.

The smile and laugh you give Vernon was supposed to be for him. He used to make you laugh so hard at any stupid pun he concocted in his head. No matter how stupid it is nor how much it doesn't make any sense.

To be completely honest, he didn't know why he pulled away from you in the first place. He had been so comfortable with you, never once had he ever let his guard down and just be carefree, not even with his closest friends.

He needs to get you back to him.

No matter what.

So he made his move the next time you both had statistics again.

Unlucky for him though, the professor decided to not have any group discussion that day which threw Seonghwa's plan out the window. But thankfully he still remembered your schedule, you don't have any class after statistics which means you'd be grabbing a simple lunch before your part-time job starts until 8 pm.

So he waited patiently for the bell to ring.

Legs bouncing in anticipation as his eyes flit towards the clock every five minutes.

When the professor finally dismissed the class (10 minutes later than he's supposed to, as per usual), he immediately put all his belongings back in his bag and ran after you. Somehow you've mastered the art of cleaning up quickly over the month and a half without him.

"(Y/N)! Wait!" Seonghwa called.

You stopped in your tracks and turn your head to see Seonghwa jogging towards you with that stupid, charming smile on his face.

Damn his good looks.

"Yeah? Is there something wrong?" you asked him when he caught up to you. He raised an eyebrow at you, confused as to why you'd think there'd be anything wrong.

"Ah!" you suddenly exclaimed, "Is this about my part of the presentation? Don't worry, I'm close to finishing it, I should be able to compile it in the PPT tonight by... 9.30-ish? I have to finish my shift at the café," you explained.

He chuckled at you, deep voice that you oh so missed ringing in your ears, "wha- no, (Y/N), I'm not here to talk about our project, I just wanna... talk with you," he said, tilting his head to the side slightly. It somehow made him look both hot and cute at the same time. Which doesn't make sense.

Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him while crossing your arms, "why? No offence, Seonghwa, but you've kinda been blowing me off for the past month and a half now, what makes you think I'd have anything to talk with you about?"

Those words coming out of your mouth shocked him. It's not like he didn't expect some apprehension from you, but hostility? Boy, you must've been really affected by his shitty doings.

"I-I- no, (Y/N), I haven't been blowing you off," bullshit, even he knows that, "I've just been really-" "really... what? Absent? Ghosty? Hot and cold? Whatever it is, Seonghwa, you don't owe me any explanation," you tried your best to not roll your eyes at him because honestly, how dare he blew you off and now acting like he didn't whilst hoping you don't notice what he has been doing.

What did he take you for? One of his brainless bimbos?

Surprised at your words, Seonghwa was left stunned. You waited for a solid 10 seconds for him to say something. Anything.

Literally, how hard is it to say sorry?

Realizing he wouldn't realize what he's supposed to do, you just shook your head at him, "I'll finish inputting and editing my part by tonight, I'll see you in class next week, Seonghwa," you said before walking away.

You would've thought that he'd take the hint and go back to ignoring you.

But now, of course not. He's stubborn and he plays by his own rules. It's an understatement to say that you were shocked when you saw him entering the café nearing the end of your shift.

Despite the shock of seeing him, you pretended like nothing's wrong and do what you're supposed to do to any other customer as per usual.

Heck, you'd give yourself a pat on the back, head, and butt for being so calm whilst handling Seonghwa. You managed to keep that "strictly professional" smile on your face as you take his orders, you didn't fumble when he made small talks as you typed in his orders into the computer (like really, who the heck said "good thing tonight's not cloudly, love the moonlight," ??), and you didn't flinch when your hands accidently touch as you hand him his strawberry frappucino.

Yes, the badboy strictly and secretly drink sweet, fruity drinks.

You'd thought that his presence was merely a coincidence. As he waited in his table, you had assumed that he's waiting for some girl (who isn't you, sadly) so all you wanna do is run out of there as soon as you can.

"Hey, Jaemin," you called your co-worker who's in the middle of sipping his 6 shot americano at 8 pm, "I'm gonna head out, okay? Think you can hold the fort until Yena's here? She said she has to turn in an assignment, that's why she's late,"

Jaemin just rolled his eyes at you, "(Y/N), I'm drinking coffee that's powerful enough to paralyze a horse, I can definitely handle the slow Wednesday night crowd," he said sarcastically to which you laugh.

After getting your things from your locker in the back room, you proceed to go out through the front door.

Unbeknownst to you, Seonghwa had followed behind.

You were only several steps away from the café when suddenly Seonghwa caught up to you and grab your hand.

Knowing that it's quite late and it's dark, Seonghwa should've known better. You honestly only feel slightly bad for punching his chest.

Slightly.

Like 2%.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Seonghwa you scared the devil out of me!" You exclaimed after realizing that it was just him, pulling your hand away from his grip. He coughed, trying to ease oxygen back to his lungs after you had brutally knocked them out.

"Guess I deserved that," he coughed out, but he was smirking as if he's amused by your attack, "sorry, I was just- I need to talk to you," he said, looking at you pleadingly.

"Well, it doesn't seem like that for the past month and a half, Seonghwa, you seemed just about done with me," you said while crossing your arms, your expression showing nothing but disdain at him. He seems to feel remorse after seeing how you looked at him. Never once did you showed any negativity nor hostility to him during the time you both spent together.

Seonghwa didn't really know what made him pull away from you. All he was sure of is that he felt something so strongly about you to the point that it scared him so much. He never felt the need to be with someone as much as when he was with you. He found himself thinking about you when you're both not together, he found himself only focusing on you and nothing else when you both are together, and he found his vulnerabilities open for you to access.

It scared him to hell and back when he realizes that there is a possibility of him wanting something more from you.

With you.

The man before you sighed, "I... Have no excuse for how I acted recently but believe me when I said that I regret pulling myself away from you because I'm scared, you're too good to and for someone like me, you deserve the best and I wanna be the best for you," he stepped closer to take both your hands in his, his eyes were genuine which rendered you incapable of being too mad at him, "I wish I could rewind the time and take back what I did, I never should have pulled away from you, I should have just told you the truth," he said.

For a second, he forgot about his image and he just let whatever he was feeling out, he wanted to make sure that you understand how he truly feels.

Both of you stood in silence, just staring at each other as he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand. With the way you're staring at him now, he was sure that your initial resolve had completely melted.

But suddenly from his peripheral vision, he saw Vernon coming out of a bookstore across the road and was looking around.

Remembering what prompted him to get closer to you again, he pulled you in close into his arms, a hand to your cheek and lips just centimetres away from his.

"So? Would you please give me another chance to show you how much you mean to me? Not as just some guy from your statistics class," his words made you chuckle and roll your eyes, "but as your boyfriend," he said before he could stop himself.

Your eyes widened, "m-me? With y-you? Boyfriend and girlfriend?" you choked out, not believing your ears in the first place. You wanted to make sure that he's not kidding, making a joke or making a fool out of you.

Instead of answering, however, he simply leaned in and places his lips softly on yours. The kiss was sweet, it conveyed how much he wants and misses you. For some reason it made you feel comforted, he feels like home and his arms makes you feel safe.

So then and there, you kiss him back as a form of an answer to him.

When you both finally pull away, you both could see dumb smiles decorating the other's face, proof of happiness over what just happen.

Remembering that you're in the middle of the road and there are people around you, you pulled away from his arms first but reached to tangle your hand in his.

"Come on, I believe I owed my groupmate my part of the presentation," you started as you walk, pulling him with you.

But as you walk, you turn your head at him to throw a flirty smirk, "boyfriend" you said, making him grin so wide, it could rival a Cheshire cat.

Maybe you and he isn't a bad idea at all.

All you can do now is hope that he won't break you.

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askaalaska-vdeppressed · 3 years ago

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Seeing Stars and Stripes

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

This is just porn, I have no excuse for it other than I need the practice

Here you go babes

You were sure that many would see the upturned lip, the finale of the cacophony of scars that marred his face as off-putting. They’d see the way the injured skin forced his lip up into a permanent snarl as a warning. Yet as you stared at him from across the room you couldn’t help up imagine what it would be like to run your tongue across it. Letting the tip slide quickly over the before quickly jumping back and smirking. Would he grow at you? Call you a minx? Drag your head back to do it again? Put you over his shoulder and take you away to have his way with you? You hoped a version of all three.

So engrossed in your daydreaming you completely forgot where you were or whom you were with till one of your friends—Alma-- cleared her throat.

“Y/n?..... Y/N?” She playfully slapped your shoulder getting your attention. You turned to her, still clearing your head of the vision.

“Are you going to continue to make eyes at strangers or are you going to take your turn?” Your other friend at the table Jordie chimed in.

“Are you saying I have a choice?” you replied. As they both laughed you reached out to grab the dice that were in front of you on the table.

“I say you just go for it” Jordie said looking down at the scores for the game and then back up at your roll,

“Damn Y/n, 650 you gonna take it?”

“What’s my score again?” You asked coyly. Jordie looked down at the board with the scores and back up at you.

“Plenty high” She said not giving you a proper answer. You had been ahead of both the girls for quite some time. Poor Alma having only just gotten on the board about three rounds ago.

“I’ll take it” you answered passing the dice to Jordie.

“I’m with her on this one” Alma stated splitting her attention between you and Jordie’s rolls “You never go after men on our girls’ nights, if this stranger’s got something that’s getting you going I say chase after it”

Jordie let out a small curse as the dice went cold for her. You waved a server down to refill your drink as you contemplated Alma’s words.

It was true you never were one to go get lost in a man’s arms. It wasn’t that you were prudish or that you lacked offers. It really boiled down to two factors. The first being that your town was small. And any news, especially who slept with whom was bound to get spread as soon as your legs were. The second being that all the men and near all the women for that matter lacked depth. There lives were firmly planted in this village. They were born in this land, they grew in this land, they will die in this land and they will eventually become this land. Every thought in there heads was of this land. Even your friends were not immune to this. Sleeping with men here felt more akin to sleeping with a very polished rock.

Your mother blamed your wanderlust on all the reading you did. Your family was the only completely literate one in the whole village. You and your mother being two out the three women that knew how to read. The third being Jordie. Together you were trying to teach Alma, though she insisted it was a wasted endeavor.

Altogether the village was simple, routine and safe. You had given up years ago of trying to force yourself to be complacent with it. You soothed your wanders heart by travel for business. From a family of farmers you took up soap making to cure your boredom. During the summer months you would travel to different markets to sell your wares and see the different villages and cities. But one woman can only travel so far on her own, and summer can only last so many months. And then it was back to this. Back to the cage of a home set in stone.

Yet looking at the traveler he seemed to ooze an aura complexity. You imagined he had seen many places, fought many fights and tasted many flavors. For a brief moment when you first saw him you contemplated asking him to tell you of his travel rather than anything untoward.

Then he’d rolled his neck, thrown down his pack with a clamor, and with a voice of gravel ordered a meal, a bed and an ale.

And it was all over for you.

Alma smiled as she rolled a cool thousand points in one role and surpassed Jordie on the board when you put your hands on the table and forced yourself up. Both girls gave you a wink as you passed the server from before grabbing the pitcher he had brought to refill your drink. You sauntered over to the man in the red striped jacket. He was looking absentmindedly at the wall when you approached—the sound of the pitcher landing on the table breaking him out of his daze.

He looked up to meet your gaze and his golden amber eyes hypnotized you for a moment.

“Can I help you lass?” The low tone of his voice mixed with the roughness of it made you weak at the knees. You got control of your legs and broke the spell his eye had cast on you and fixed a smile on your face.

“You looked like you could use some company” You grabbed your skirts and swished them to the side in order to sit on the chair cattycorner to him. He turned his body to you, his eyebrows held high on his head in a face of skepticism. He looked around the room before addressing you.

“It looks like this place is filled with men that are much more suited for you company” He gave a half hearted gesture to the lively bar.

You gave a snort and rolled your eyes.

“Oh believe me I’ve tried but the whole lot of them is either boorish or simple” You scooted your chair closer to him not touching shoulder. You pointed at a blonde gentleman in a green vest.

“That’s Karlson, he is completely convinced that boiled beaver testicles are curing his wife’s monthly pains” The man pulled a face and your let out a snort.

“She replaces them with boiled eggs when he’s not looking. The real thing helping her is the whiskey she mixes in her tea.” The strangers hand shot up to cover his mouth as he struggled not to laugh.

You turned a bit and pointed at another gentleman. This time a balding man in a shirt much to small for him.

“The man one bend over from busting a seam is Magnus. He once lectured me for two hours on the science behind putting grooves in your teeth to make you a better warrior.”

The man scoffed looking up. His hair fell from his face falling behind his ears in a motion like water.

“Humans will try anything to be more than they are” You fixed him with a look.

“You say that as if you aren’t one” He turned to you perplexed.

“I’m not”

You made a big gesture out of looking him up and down. Inspecting his eyes and hair. You stuck your hand out and poked his arm—careful to avoid the spikes that poked out of his shoulders.

“You seem pretty human to me” You looked over to him smiling from ear to ear. Your cheeks forcing your eyes to squint. He broke your gaze as a small smile crept onto his face for a moment.

“Your too cute for you own good….”

“Y/N” you filled in for him

“Y/n” He parroted back.

“And I don’t know…”

“Eskel” he provided.

“I don’t know Eskel” you started “I think I balance on the perfect ratio of sweet timid kitten and sexy goddess” You waited until he was posed to take a drink to continue. “After all I came over here too see if you wanted to fuck my brains out”

Your timing had been perfect and Eskel’s hand shot up again to his mouth to try and stop the spray that was currently coming out of his mouth from the shock of your statement. He wiped his hand with his mouth and gave a harsh swallow.

“Your funny Y/n.” he choked out. You put your arm on the table and placed your head in your hand.

“True, I am masterful in whit” your gaze lingered on his lips, a small amount of ale his hand had missed dripped down his chin. You moved fluidly reaching one hand to wipe his chin and the other to rest on his thigh. You leaned in close as your thumb moved from his chin to his bottom lip.

“But I was being quite sincere with that request” His eyes seemed to take you in for a moment. In his irises he seemed to be fighting something. For a split second he looked like he might start crying before his gaze turned hungry. He leered down your top then back up to the pout of your lips, slightly ajar.

“Eskel” you regarded him, the name low in your voice.

“Y/n” he returned. The combination of his gaze and his voice sent a shiver down your spine and caused your cunt to clench. You caught your breath for a moment, ever so slightly rubbing your legs together.

“You have a room upstairs?”

“Indeed I do” he smirked at you. That damned notch in his lip driving you even crazier. You lifted yourself up going to grab your bag from your friends quickly. You three had planned on staying with Jordie that night since her husband was away.

You were sure she’d understand.

As you passed they both smiled and winked at you again. Eskel—having gathered his own belongings—met you at the entrance to the stairs. He stuck out his arm, making you giggle. You hooked your hand into it as you made your way up. You looked more like a pair of nobles ready to meet a monarch than you did strangers on their way to hook up in a backwater inn. He lead you too one of the inn’s three rooms. You made your way across the threshold, heading to place your bag in a chair in the corner. When you turned around Eskel had set his belongings down and was anxiously shifting on his feet. A hand behind his head playing with the skin of his neck.

The moment was awkward. Back in the crowded bar you had both been in high confidence. Safety in numbers giving you courage to speak boldly. When the doors were closed and it was just the two of alone it was a different story.

Fearing he may be getting cold feet you strode across the room. A woman on a mission. At the very least you were going to fulfill the fantasy from earlier. Coming this far you were not about to walk away with nothing.

When you reached him your hands sought either side of his face. Pulling him towards you. Your lips met tenderly. The plushness of his lips not being lost on you. Eskel became more and more receptive to the kiss, the two of you now beginning to push against the other. Your thumbs caressed the bones of his cheeks. The sun ravaged skin providing just the slightest bit of drag against your finger pads. He stepped into you deepening the kiss and your hands migrated so that your arms were hung on his shoulders. You rubbed your core against the leg that was nestled there, releasing a small moan at the friction. You broke apart for air for a split second before diving back in. His mouth much more open this time. It was now or never

You swiped your tongue along his bottom lip first. Then migrated up. In a split second you ran your tongue into the divot in his upper lip. Sliding it back and forth before pulling away. You looked at him through your lashes, biting your lip to try and control the giddiness inside you.

Eskel looked wild. His mouth was still agape and his breath was ragged. His brain seemed to need a second to catch up. With a jolt he fixed you with a stare. His pupils blown out and his lips in a snarl. Eskel grabbed your waist and lifted you with no effort. Instinctively you wrapped you legs around his torso as he all but slammed you against the wall. The force of the impact causing a tapestry to fall from it’s place on the wall.

Ravaged against a wall… You were so close.

Eskel pinned you again the wall with his hips. The pressure of it causing you to whimper. With his hands free he violently wrung the jacket from his torso, dropping the leather to the floor unceremoniously. The blue undershirt underneath open and loose on him. You reached out push open the center. Running your hand down the firm muscles of his neck and into the coarse field of hair on his chest. The muscle underneath was firm and the heartbeat usually slow.

Eskel leaned into you, his mouth making its way to the junction of your neck and shoulder. He nipped at the spot, forcing a breath out of your lungs. You brought your hands up to tangle into his hair and bring him closer. Pushing him into you. As Eskel began littering your chest with bruises he started to grind you into the wall. You whimpered at the friction, griding back with enthusiasm.

Eskel had made his way to the tops of your breasts, giving one a playful bite as he looked up at you through his lashes. You felt his hand grab your ass lifting you with his arms. He slid down to his knees as you yanked up your skirts to see what he was doing. Eskel fixed your plush thighs on his shoulders, moving his hands up to play with the band of your undergarments.

“You’ve had your dinner, am I dessert?” you asked, quickly scolding yourself for never being able to stop your mouth. Eskel laughed, the puffs of air cooling the damp fabric surrounding your pussy.

“Do you want to be?” he smirked, giving your waistband a quick snap. You let out a high pitched “mmhmm” and it was all the confirmation he needed. HIs large and calloused hand peeling the garment down, flinging it behind him with no regard for where is landed. He moved in closer, at first nuzzling your thigh and placing languid open mouth kisses on it.

You fisted the skirts in your hands, trying desperately to be patient. However as he continued to tease you, you started to inch your cunt closer and close to him, using the wall as leverage. Eskel caught on to what you were doing and gave out a tisk before pushing the pair of you closer to the wall. Using the same momentum he dove head first into you. Flattening his tongue and lapping at the excitement that was dripping from you. You pulled the skirts up higher in your clenched fists as he ate you out like a man starved. Alternating between long broad stokes and precise attacks using the tip of his tongue on your clit.

Eskel shifted on his knees. One hand coming to press your sternum to the wall. And the other coming to join him at your pussy. He suctioned his lips around your clit and gave a hard suck as he thrust two fingers into you. The double assault caused you to convulse. Moaning out his name, glad that his room was upstairs and not closer to the crowded bar downstairs. You switched to hold your skirts with one hand, tangling the other into his hair. Your pleasure becoming tug of war as he fought to push against the wall and you fought to push away from the wall to get even closer to him.

As the pumping of Eskel’s fingers continued he added a third finger to the mix, causing you to hit your head against the wall as you panted up towards the ceiling. Just as you were starting to look down again he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that soft spot in you head on. The intense pleasure sending your hear careening once again with the wall. Eskel began to hit your g-spot full on increasing the pressure and speed. It only took a minute at this speed before your legs were clamming on his head and you were coating his face in release.

Eskel worked you through your release, stopping as you dismounted your legs to try and stand. He stood up backing up to give you room. The first step was rocky but it didn’t take long for you to reach him and slam up into him in a kiss. You felt the very need to consume him as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Your hands forcefully yanked his shirt from where it was tucking into his breeches. He broke the kiss to toss the shirt over his head to join your undergarments somewhere in the room.

Your hand reached out to him, nails dragging over the chords of muscle and scars. Eskel’s hand traveled over your waist to the back of your dress, unlacing it. As the fabric dropped to the floor his hands stayed in there position beginning to unlace your corset. However after the dress he seemed impatient, because all you heard was a growl and a quick “fuck it’ before a second hand joined its brother and pulled the corset open. The laces violently popping out of the weaving. It would be a pain to relace in the morning, but right now your mind was elseward. Mainly on trying to get him to join you in being naked.

Your hand fumbled with the belt and Eskel granted you mercy in helping you take it off. Once rid of it you took hold of his pants and underwear and pulled them down in one fell swoop. Caught off guard by it Eskel stumbled back, landing with a bounce on the bed. You knelt down, finalizing your mission in making him naked. You looked up at him and he looked as if his mouth had gone dry. You moved your hands over his thighs, his breath hitching up as if the gentle touch had scared him.

Lifting up even more you threw your arms over his thighs his cock coming into your direct eyesight. Thick was the first word that came to mind. It was thick, the head starting to turn purple as it leaked onto his stomach. You moved you hands up over his stomach you brought your mouth closer. You followed the prominent vein on the underside with the tip of your tongue as you made your way up.

You readjusted his cock with your hand and placed you mouth just so over the tip. You looked up at him and gave him a smile.

“You will have to forgive me Eskel” you started, “I’m quite starved” and that was all the warning you gave as you sunk your lips down over the tip. Eskel let out a groan, bending over slightly as he twisted a hand into your hair. You played with his tip a bit. Giving it a hard suck using your tongue to play with the slit. Trying not to tease him to much you sunk down quickly, using your hand to stimulate what your couldn’t reach.

Eskel seemed to struggle holding back as you sucked his cock. With each pass of your tongue over his head or hard suck on his shaft the string seemed to fray more and more. Eskel moved you off of him, urging you up and onto the bed. He pressed you down onto your stomach with an almost shocking tenderness. As he mounted you he pressed a languid kiss over the back of your neck, breath coming up to tease the shell of your ear.

You felt him spread your lips pressing his head in through the first ring of muscle. Being so close to your ear you cloud hear each and every delicious sound as it escaped his mouth. The gravel of it only deepened as he pushed further into you. The thick cock pushing your further apart and your walls clenched around him. He fully seated himself and pressed his chest into your back. As if Eskel was trying to get as much skin to touch as possible.

Slowly he pulled out, the tip just barely in as he slammed back home, causing your to shriek out in pleasure. He set a brutal pace. Simultaneously sweet and sinister at the same time. His hands gentle as he toyed with you, roaming over your sides. Yet his thrusts were brutal and punishing. His mouth was ajar and pressed into your shoulder.

Eskel’s thrust began to get erratic and your legs began to shake. The sounds he was making into your shoulder going up in tone. He slithered a hand to play with your clit and your body gave a jolt. Bucking up into him his paced increased even more. Suddenly his thighs began to shake and he gave a few hard thrusts before spilling into you. His bottom lip between his teeth as he pressed a far into you as possible. The fingers on your clit continued to speed up and combined with the feeling of his release inside you, you clenched down onto him in your second organism of the night.

Eskel stayed on top of you for a few moments before heaving himself off and onto the other side of the bed. His chest still driving up and down. You crawled your way over to him, grabbing the blanket that lay on the end of the bed with you. You halfheartedly draped the fabric over the two of you as you rested your head on his chest. As the fuzziness of sleep began to over take you, you reminded yourself of one thing.

To ask him if he would be interested in a traveling partner.

#eskel x reader #eskel is a pussy eating god and your can't change my mind #smut #lemon #yes i will use the old tagging system #pwp #not plot to be found #eskel smut

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bbywonu · 3 years ago

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mixed messages. juyeon.

masterlist

a/n: juyeon is sweet boy. give him kith for me.

requested: no <3

summary: reader takes silence for rejection.

word count: 1.4k

I unclasped my hands from one another as I wiped off the perspiration from them and onto the sides of my jeans. I quickly held my hand to my chest as to make sure my pounding heart wouldn’t leap out. In all my worry, I had arrived to the cafe early. I took a quick sip of my drink in order to try and calm my nerves.

I could have sworn that my heart skipped a beat when I heard the bell ring from the entrance of the shop. I couldn’t bare to meet my eyes with his, too mixed up in my own thoughts to even comprehend what I was about to do. I was tired of sitting around and not knowing what would come next, so I decided to do something about it. Hence, me sitting here looking like the human form of a mental breakdown.

The clearing of a throat grabbed my attention as I looked up, my eyes finally connecting with his. I hadn’t realized that I was staring at him until I saw that he mumbled something towards me. He held a curious gaze in my direction as he shifted to get comfortable in his seat.

“I’m sorry?” I asked.

“I asked if you were alright? You look awfully shaken up.” His eyes held concern as he asked his question.

“I’m fine, I just had a rough day.” I mentally gave myself a facepalm as I knew I had spilled my words out too fast. He knew me too well to know that I was in fact not fine. I tried to reassure him by offering him a warm smile. “I promise.”

“I ordered you some coffee since I arrived early. I hope you don’t mind.” I quickly tried to change the subject as I gestured to the mug that sat on the side of the table. He gladly thanked me as we delved into a multitude of talking points. I soon found myself becoming free from my worries and stress. I even relaxed to the point where I began laughing along with him as he engaged with me in conversation.

His eyes lit up as he told me about his day, which made me chuckle because it reminded me of an excited child. The only time that he would pause his story would be to take another sip of his drink. As time went on, I soon found myself growing anxious without knowing it. I had a feeling that Juyeon could sense it as well because every once in a while he would shoot me empathetic looks as if he could that something was wrong.

Was this really the right idea?

“Before we both forget, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?” He slid a hand through his hair as he shot me yet another concerned look.

This was it - the moment I had been dreading since I had planned this whole meetup. I promised myself that I wouldn’t back down this time. My hands shuffled nervously in my lap as I shifted my weight on my chair preparing to confess to him. I let out an awkward chuckle as I cleared my throat. Everything in my mind was telling me to not go through with it but then again, I’m sure he would find out eventually. I’m almost positive that it’s completely obvious just by the way I act whenever I am around him.

“I actually wanted to meet you here to tell you-” My voice got caught in my throat. I looked up at him just for a split second in order to gage his response. He looked at me with a small smile as he waited in anticipation for what I was going to say next. “I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I just didn’t want to risk our friendship because you know how much you mean to me. I hope that I haven’t made this awkward.”

His eyebrows raised slightly as he looked at me with parted lips. I stayed silent as I waited for his response, twitching in my seat as the silence became more and more heavy. I began to panic as I tried to think of a way out of this. My cheeks felt hot to the touch as I swiftly gathered up my things.

“I’m sorry, please just forget about all of this. I’m so so sorry.” I stuttered over my words as I began to quickly walk towards to exit, tears threatening to spill out over my cheeks. I heard my name being called from afar, but I was already set on heading home.

It had been two hours since the so called incident. Since then, I had promptly cried my eyes out as a random rom-com played in the background. I felt embarrassed beyond belief. I couldn’t believe that I had just confessed to one of my best friends of three years and he couldn’t even say anything. Could it be that he was repulsed by even the thought of having feelings for me? I had a million and one thoughts floating around in my head before a knock on my door shook me out of my trance.

I groaned slightly as I grabbed another tissue, attempting to clear away stray tears and convince whoever it was that was behind the door that I had most certainly not been crying. Though, I’m sure my puffy cheeks were going to give it away almost immediately. I lazily walked over to the door as I cracked it open slightly, only to reveal none other than Juyeon himself.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as I attempted to not let my voice crack.

“I think we should talk.” He was leaned in close to the door as he had one hand resting on the side of the frame, positioning himself so that he could try and see me better. I looked down as I mentally sighed feeling the tears pool in my eyes once again.

“There’s nothing to talk about Juyeon. I like you and you don’t feel the same way. Now if you don’t mind, I’m really tired and I would like to get some sleep.” I tried to close the door but he beat me to the punch as he already had one foot in the door.

“I never said that I don’t feel the same way.”

“Actually, you didn’t say anything at all.” My voice cracked as I looked up at him. He was now standing fully in the doorway inching closer as he realized how hurt I actually was by the situation. “Which is actually much worse.” “I know.” He paused as he looked down at me. If you looked hard enough then you could see the thoughts swirling around in his mind, almost as if he was trying to piece together what to say next. “I’m sorry, I should have said something. But don’t for one second think that my silence was taken for not having feelings towards you.”

I looked up at him, my heart pounding faster in my chest, only this time it was for a different reason. He took my face in his hand as he looked down upon me with pure adoration.

“Somewhere in the midst of us being friends, I fell for you. I honestly don’t know how it happened, but I’m glad it did because then we wouldn’t be in the situation that we’re in right now. I absolutely have feelings for you, Y/n.” He laughed as he made eye contact with me. He leaned in slowly as he kissed me softly on the lips. If you listened hard enough, then I’m sure there were fireworks going off somewhere. We stayed like that for a moment more before pulling away, small smiles on each of our faces.

“Well, I guess come on in unless you’re just going to stand in my doorway all day.” I sat on the couch as I shot him a playful grin, patting the seat beside me as he gave me a large smile. I could feel him staring at me as he joined me on the couch. I turned towards him with an expectant look.

“You look cute with puffy cheeks.” He said as he leaned over to pinch them.

I scoffed in response as I rested my head on his shoulder. I let out a sigh of relief that I hadn’t realized I had been holding. I smiled to myself as I was glad that I hadn’t lost my best friend, and had gained something even better.

#lee juyeon #juyeon #the boyz imagines #the boyz #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #the boyz scenarios #juyeon the boyz #kpop fanfic #tbz imagines #tbz fluff #the boyz fluff #kpop fluff

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little-writers-posts · 4 years ago

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Shall We Dance, Sunflower? (Elliot 'Mirage' Witt x GN Reader)

Author's Note: Hello! I wrote this because it has been on my mind for a while, so I wanted to let it out. I hope you like it! Please, excuse my writing, if anything is misspelt it is because English isn't my native language, but I did my best, :D

Warnings: SLIGHT SPOILER OF THE BOOK, if you have not read it yet it contains a bit of the lore on the book, mainly about Mirage's past.

Word Count: 2397

(Y/N's POV)

‘Meet me at the bar tonight? Got a surprise ;)’

I looked over at my phone, ‘Elliot’ was written on it and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Ever since I joined the games, I have grown close to all the other legends, however, I’ve had a soft spot for the curly haired man for a while now. We’ve been getting closer ever since we got teamed up the first time, Mirage has always been there for me, had my back in every game, even when we’re in different teams, he manages to get to me.

We’ve been meeting often at his bar, after each match. Lately, I’ve been staying a little longer than the rest of the group, even after Wraith and Rampart, Elliot and I have been talking back and forth about our lives outside of the games, getting to know each other, and surprisingly, his company is really good, and I started looking forward to our little chat at the end of each night. Most of the times I even help getting the bar cleaned and he walks me home. Slowly I’ve started to like him more and more.

It’s obvious that I find Elliot handsome, but his ways are the ones that really get to me, he may be an idiot, but sure as hell he makes me laugh like no other, and deep down he cares a lot about his friends, his family. He’s been through so much in his life, yet he still manages to have a positive view of life.

I got my phone and texted back.

‘Sure thing, handsome. What you got for me?’

‘Well, sunshine, it’s a surprise, so you’ll have to wait and see. Come by at 9 pm. :D’

I smiled and looked over at the clock, still, a couple of hours to go, so I got in the shower, got a nice set of clothing and some light makeup, nothing too fancy and then order some dinner.

When it was time, I left my apartment and went to Elliot’s bar. I noticed that the door was closed, it’s a bit weird since he usually has the bar opened at this hour. I knocked on the door and heard him urging me to go inside.

Once I got in, I saw him cleaning some of the cups, as soon as his eyes landed on me, he got a huge smile on his face.

“Welcome to the Witt’s, sunflower”

“Hey, handsome. Where’s everyone?”

“What do you mean everyone?... OH, the bar! Right, I closed it early today, didn’t have a lot of customers, so…”

“I see… So what you got for me, Witt? I’ve been looking forward to your surprise.”

I sit down on one of the stools near the counter, right in front of Elliot and let my chin rest on my hand.

“Someone’s pretty eager… Well, I… drumroll please!” He made little movements with his fingers as drumsticks while hitting the counter “I made a new bevi… bevere… cocktail!”

Elliot cheered as he shows me a couple of bottles.

“And I want you to be the first to try, sunshine! I mean, I’ve already tried it, but I want someone else’s opinion.” He said as he took out a glass and some drinks.

“Am I going to die, Elliot?” The amount of alcohol he was pouring mixing with other fruits was unbelievable.

“I’m still here, so I don’t think so. Plus, I´ll kill you in the ring, not outside. Although, I think Revenant might kill all of us in our sleep.”

“I believe he might kill Loba first, to be honest” I grinned a little “Though I think he’ll have to face Bangs first, and she won’t go easy on him.”

“You think they are a thing? Loba and Anita, I mean.”

“I don’t know, but sure as hell, they look like it, and they look cute together.”

Elliot muttered something under his breath as he finished preparing the drink.

“What was that?”

“What was what? I didn’t say anything” Elliot nearly spilled the drink when he put it in front of me.

“I didn’t know that the great Mirage was afraid of speaking what’s on his mind. Guess you are afraid of something.”

“I don’t fear anything, sunshine. Now, you are the one afraid of having a taste, right?”

“No, no, I’ll taste it… eventually.”

I smiled. The drink had a yellowish colour and the smell seemed to burn my nostrils due to the alcohol, but I brought the glass to my lips and took a sip. Elliot was looking rather nervous at me, biting his bottom lip. I took another sip.

“So… How is it? C’mon, don’t leave me hanging, (Y/N).”

I laughed a little. “It’s great, Elliot, as surprising as it may seem, it tastes really good. You should definitely put it on the menu, the guys are gonna love it.”

“Really?? You don’t think I should add anything else, lemon or…”

“No, I like it the way it is, really.”

Elliot had the widest grin I’ve ever seen.

“Do you have a name for it yet?”

“Name? No, not really, I didn’t think about it.”

“You could name it ‘The Unwitty’” I laughed.

“What does that mean?” Elliot looked confused.

“Unwitty? It usually refers to someone who’s not clever, and I believe that after a few of these, you are definitely not the brightest person in the room” I said as I looked at the half-empty glass “Also, it rhymes a little with your last name, so it could be a pun, since… well… you know… you made the drink…”

“Well, that’s a lot cleveree… cleverir… more clever than what I thought”

“And what were you thinking?”

He looked at me and ended up scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, something in the lines of sunflower, maybe… or sunshine…”

“Oh, because of the colour! I get it! Never knew a drink with a name like that, but it should work.” I smiled.

“Yeah… the colour…”

Elliot started to pack up the drinks and clean what was left on the bar. He turned his back to me as I finished the drink, so I jumped over the counter and started to clean the dirty glasses in the sink.

“Hey, you don’t have to do that (Y/N)”

“It’s alright, you know that I like helping you out, plus I got a free drink” I smiled and bumped against his shoulder.

“Thanks, (Y/N).”

We finished cleaning the rest of the bar and I leaned against the counter, Elliot did the same on the other side. However, he did have a foolish grin on his face, like he was up to someth…

“I got an idea!” he clapped his hands and smiled at me.

“This can’t be good…”

“Of course it’s a good idea! I only have good ideas, sunshine!”

“Hm… No, not always, remember that one time on the zipline across Airbase…”

“No, no, no, no, no. That doesn’t count! It was all Crypto’s fault, not mine!!” He whined at me, pointing his finger like he was schooling me which made me laughed out loud “ANYWAYS, it is still pretty early to take you home, so…”

Elliot grabbed the Bluetooth controller for his sound equipment at the bar and started to go through the songs.

“What are you doing, Elliot?”

“Choosing a song.” He smiled.

“For what, exactly?” God, I think I know where this is going…

Elliot picked a pop song, one of those popular ones that are on the radio stations and stretched out his hand, bowing slightly to me.

“Shall we dance, sunflower?”

“No, absolutely not, sorry. Not happening.”

The look on his face was hilarious, I would’ve laughed harder if it wasn’t for his genuine heartbroken expression.

“But why…?”

“Elliot, dear… I don’t dance, I’ve never danced in my life, and I know I’m terrible at it. So, I’ll spare your toes and I won’t step on you.”

“I don’t mind it. Plus, I’m a pretty good dancer, I’m sure I can lead you through it.” He smiled and this time he took the liberty to take my hand and guided me to the centre of the bar.

“Elliot, this is not a good idea.” I shook my head in disbelief.

“Shhhh… I’ll guide you. Let Mirage take the lead.”

We started slowly moving at the rhythm of the song, shifting weight from one foot to the other and soon we were swinging backwards, dipping low and then soaring into the air. Elliot never let go of my hand and guided me through every move. I never felt so carefree and happy, in a small space it was just him and me having one hell of a good time.

I have no idea how many songs went by, my heart was pounding against my chest rapidly like I was in training. And then a slow melody came into play, Elliot’s smile grew wider, and he pulled me against him, one hand on my waist, the other holding my hand.

I looked up and his face was close to mine, my heart was beating faster than before, and I thought it wasn’t possible, and all the butterflies started to fly in my stomach.

Elliot started to guide me through the song once more, this time in a very slow rhythm, one step at a time.

“You’re doing great, sunshine.” He praised.

I felt my cheeks getting warmer and I looked away, anywhere but his face.

He then tried a turn, however, he stopped midway through, and pushed my back against his chest, the arm on my waist circled all the way as he hugged from the back, his other hand still holding on to mine. He leaned his face against mine, so our cheeks were touching. I felt like my breath got caught up in my throat and everything around us stopped.

We were still swinging slightly, but I could feel him moving his face, and then slowly he left a kiss on my neck.

And then another kiss.

And the last kiss had me shiver all over. He noticed.

“Seems like I found a sweet spot… Right?”

I smiled.

“Hm… I don’t know, maybe you should try it again, just to make sure.”

He chuckled, turning me back to face him. This time we were much closer than the last, so much that the tips of our noses were barely touching.

We stood still for what it felt like an eternity, I was too afraid to move, I didn’t want to ruin anything.

Elliot looked down, staring at my lips as he gulped.

“Damn… I want to kiss you so bad…” He whispered.

“Why don’t you…?”

“I’m scared, (Y/N).”

“Wha..”

I tried to look back into his eyes, but Elliot held me closer, and I had to rest my forehead against his shoulder.

“All my life, (Y/N), I saw the ones that I care about, the ones that I love, leaving me. I saw friends die, disappearing, leaving. It started with my father, who barely even knew me. Then, my brothers I couldn't even have a proper goodbye, because no one cared to try to find them. My mom is slowly leaving me, with each passing day her memory gets worse and I fear the day she won’t remember me at all and I…”

He was shaking a little which had me hugging him even more, trying to encourage him to talk to me.

“Elliot.”

“I can’t stand the thought of you leaving me, (Y/N), in any way. Makes my heart sting, my breath disappears, and my all body physically hurt. If anything happens to you while you’re with me, I’ll never forgive myself, I want to keep you safe, but it seems like I bring bad luck to everyone that I’m close to, and I can’t do that to you, (Y/N), not you…”

“Elliot, look at me.” I tried to push him lightly, but he wouldn’t let go. “Please, please look at me.”

He loosened his grip on me a little. I manage to look back into his eyes, and I realise that I’ve never seen those eyes that sad, bearing so much pain, that it started to hurt me too.

“Elliot, listen, I’m not going anywhere. I know how to defend myself and I’m here to stay, you’re stuck with me, at least as long as you’ll have me. If anything, you’ve been my good luck charm, ever since I joined the games you’ve had my back, you’re there for me every single time, you make me laugh more than anyone has ever made me, when I’m with you I’m genuinely happy like I have no cares in the world. We all have our ghosts, but we’re here to fight them, I’m here to help you, Elliot. You are the life and soul in every place you go, how could you ever be bad luck? You have a golden heart, and don’t tell yourself otherwise. Please, Elliot… I…”

He didn’t let me finish.

He held my check in his hand and leaned in, kissing me.

I never felt anything like that before, like he was made for me, all my thoughts were clouded by the feeling of his lips on mine. I reached my hand to the back of his neck, pampering with the hairs there.

I felt his tongue pushing its way into my mouth, and I let it. My heart was beating louder in my chest, my hands were shaking, but I wanted him to know how much I cared, how much I wanted him, how much I loved him, just him.

We fell breathless and broke the kiss, leaning our foreheads against each other.

“You have no idea, how long I’ve wanted that, and how much I needed you, (Y/N).”

I smiled and hugged his neck, pulling him more to me. His hands were massaging my back, up and down.

“My heart is beating so fast, it feels like it’s gonna jump out of my chest, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before, with anyone… Can we do it again?”

“Oh, Elliot, you don’t have to ask that. Of course, you can.”

He leaned in and we kissed once more.

If this is dancing… We definitely need to do that more often.

#apex legends #mirage #reader x mirage #mirage x reader #apex imagines #apex lore #apex mirage #elliot witt #elliot witt x reader #gender neutral reader #mirage apex legends #apex x reader #apex legends x reader

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alkhale · 4 years ago

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change the channel (Ko-Fi Request) Kenma Kozume/Camgirl!Omega!Reader

hello! Id love a kenma x reader fic (maybe a/b/o) ?? Also, thank you so so much for writing so many amazing fanfics :) every time I read a new chapter from any of your stories, it makes my day <3

OFC COURSE YOU CAN!!!! And thank you so much for your support and for your donation! AND THANK YOU!! I know this one is long overdue, but I hope you enjoy!

I’m also killing two birds with this one, it’s substituting for Typetober Day 16: back and forth (using change the channel instead)

title: change the channel

pairing: Kenma Kozume/Omega!Reader

rating: T/very slight M

summary:

Kenma taps his phone again, right back at your picture. He stares at you with wide, piercing eyes, leaning across the table and quickly saying, reverent and eager—

“I want to buy your game from you.”

Today, sitting here beside you in your bag, are fully equipped items to try and protect you from the creepy, deranged, rich stranger you’d been about to meet. Today, you were fully expecting to unleash a fury building up inside of you over an injustice you can’t tackle on your own in your society on some poor, unsuspecting alpha—

Here, sitting in front of you, is a self-claimed internet game streamer, who wants to buy your… special edition… game?

“You want…” you say, slowly, making sure you don’t have this wrong, “...my game?”

He nods.

You open your mouth. It closes. You open it again, raise a finger, and then press your lips together, staring at him.

“I’m sorry,” you say finally. “What?”

link to AO3 for easier reading: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27446191

Omegachion has signed on!

The monitor screen flickers to life.

An empty room appears. A plush, pink cushioned desk chair is in view. Along the cream, soft colored walls are a series of posters that usual garner less attention. A bookshelf is tucked to the side, complete with a set of potted plants hanging in clean pots—clearly loved. Within the stack of books sits shelves stuffed full with what looks to be discs and an assortment of other items.

The website's main frame appears—SecondGlanceStreaming.com. The design is sleek and black—clean and unassuming. A password is prompted, followed by a series of typed keys and then a click.

On the side of the screen a chatroom appears, coupled with a monitored security system in place established by the website. A cherry icon pops to life. Once the chatroom opens, the entire website flickers with light.

Omegalovers has signed on.

Rockyroadncream has signed on.

Omegasarekings has signed on.

Cumqueen324 has signed on.

Mrknottt has signed on.

Msbyjackalboi23 has signed on.

Openwideandsmile has signed on.

Sunnydayandnight has signed on.

Marshmellowtime has signed on.

Thecoolestalpha has signed on.

Bettagetbeta has signed on.

KingKodzuken has signed on.

Kodzu00 has signed on.

The chatrooms explodes with messages. A series of greetings are quickly issued by long-time fans and watchers of the streams, asking how your day was and how you’re feeling. A few more perverse, slimy messages are mixed in-between, demanding for the crude and obscene. A few others snipe back, telling the users to get their hands out of their pants while a series of other users greet each other instead, talking about the excitement over tonight's stream.

You hang back a bit, one arm crossed under your chest, puffed up with the fleecy soft fabric of your jacket while the other hand holds a jelly drink, sipping it in silence. You watch the chatroom explode, quickly gaining more and more users as others signed on to your stream. You check the time on your phone, sighing before you finish off your drink and toss it into the trash can.

You place the fuzzy bunny mask over your eyes, checking how you look in the mirror. You swipe your mouth with your thumb, applying your lip gloss and then smiling cutely at your reflection.

“Alright,” you say. “The goal tonight is 7,000 cherries… you got this!”

You clap your hands over your face and beam. Showtime.

You slide into the monitor’s view, the webcam flickering to life. The chat comes back with more force, messages spamming into the box and a series of cherries already floating into the screen. You beam, laughing as you wave to your viewers and blow them all kisses. “Hello! Hello everyone! I love to see so many of you are so punctual… Needy omegas like me… we love reliable people, you know?”

You hold back a snicker as the chat increases with your words. People shooting messages back at you as you let out a cute giggle. Tonight’s outfit is nothing but a cotton candy pink fleece zip-up that falls to the top of your thighs, also exposing your bare, smooth collarbones. It’s a special occasion, so you’re going the extra mile.

“How are we all doing tonight?” you ask sweetly, holding your chin up with your hands as you watch the chatroom, skimming over the responses. “Aw, Bettagetbeta, I’m sorry to hear that! I hope things get better for you… do you need a hug?”

Cherry icons pop up over your screen. 50. 30. 10. You smile, opening your arms to the camera. “There! I’ll make all your problems go away, okay?”

You bat your eyes under the mask, showing them your bare wrists and giving them a little rub with your thumbs. “You can scent me if you’d like… would that make you feel better?”

Bettagetbeta has gifted you 30 cherries!

Bigboialpha has gifted you 350 cherries!

“Bigboialpha!” you squeak, covering your mouth with your hands. “That’s too sweet of you! Did you want to scent me that badly?”

Your chatroom shakes from the force of scrambled messages. You smile, shyly running a finger up and down the slightly swollen scent glands of your wrist. You’ve timed this just right—and just as you thought, your viewers notice too, instantly spamming the boxes with more fervent messages, begging to scent you, begging to be with you, wrap you up in their smells—

(God, you make me want to vomit.)

“If you’re extra good,” you say sweetly, “you could… maybe even…”

You tease show off more of your bare shoulder, showing a pink bra strap. You slightly expose the side of your neck, bringing your fingers up dangerously close to your most sensitive scent glands. Cherry icons flash across the screen and you hold back an excited grin, feet tapping anxiously underneath your desk.

There’s a new flurry of disgusting messages, of big, handsome alphas promising to do all kinds of things to you if you’d let them. You roll your eyes under your mask, holding back curling your lip in disgust as they prattle on about how they’d take care of you, make you feel so, so good and—

“All right, all right, that’s enough teasing, right?” you say. “Everyone, thank you so much for signing on again tonight! If you’re new to my streams, welcome! We’re so happy to have you. I’m lucky to have you. It’s a special night tonight, you know why?”

Gonna come for us on screen?

Face reveal! Face reveal!

Omegachion i would do anything for u

Pls let me touch u

Take off ur jacket

Stfu and let her talk u horn dogs

Fking disgusting dont ruin the stream

Open ur legs, baby girl

“Because!” you say, throwing your arms into the air. You spin once in your chair, showing off the room and stopping right in front of the screen again. “I just got it in the mail today…”

You bring up the sleek red box that’d been waiting to the side of your desk. You beam, showing it off to your viewers. “Tadah! Do you know what this is? It’s a gift from our generous website hosts—a gift for reaching the Gold Status on streaming! Everyone, thank you so much! I couldn’t have done this without you!”

The chatroom pops with congratulations. There’s some demanding comments, ordering for a consolation prize. You skim through them all, smiling a bit at the paragraphs of kind words and thanks. They’re the viewers you wish you could treat with a little more care, give them something a little more for all they do.

“Want to see what the gift was?” you ask. You pop open the lid and show off the gift—a dark red, leather collar coupled with a golden dog tag. It’s a stylish thing, slim fitted and clearly of great quality, there’s a thickened edge to the leather, coupled with a lock and key.

It’s an omega collar.

You smile through your teeth. The stench of the perfume from the box makes you want to wretch, but you hold it for the camera as your viewers beg you to put it on. “Oh, I don’t know… should I?”

You play with it, showing it off to them against the column of your neck. They’re feverish and desperate.

“I don’t deserve something this nice,” you say, shaking your head.

Tease

Don’t cover up that beautiful neck

Dont blueball us

I only want to see u in my collar

“That’s right,” you say innocently. “I don’t want to cover up what belongs to you guys…” you show off your neck to them again, touching with your fingertips your own bonding gland, unmarked and bare. The chatroom is almost unrecognizable, going off into a feeding frenzy.

You turn back to the screen, smiling.

(You’re like babies.)

You drop the box out of view of the camera into your trashcan, kicking it under the table with more force than necessary. You ought to burn the fucking thing but leather probably doesn’t burn well.

I can’t believe I’m already at 4,000 cherries. You feel excitement replace the disgust, toes curling against your hardwood floor. You got this, amp it up a little bit.

“Since I couldn’t have made it this far without all of you,” you say, touching a hand to your chest and playing with your zipper. “I wanted to do something special—not just this stream! But a nice little event, how does that sound?”

You click your mouse, opening up a new box and icon for your viewers. “Can everyone see the royalty program alright? Yeah? Perfect! If you look, you’ll see the cute little banner we had set up and everything.”

You hold up your phone, smiling beside it. “For these set prices, I’ll be doing a series of special events, just for all of you guys for all the support you’ve given me!”

You point.

“50 cherries and you get a sweet text with a picture from me,” you say. “Each picture will be different, and none of them alike! Keep it between us though, okay? Hehe, I mean it! For 100 cherries, I’ll do a one minute call and for 300 cherries, a three minute call, just with you! For 500, we’ll do a private web-chat session and finally, the big one…”

You smile, “For 1,500 cherries, I’ll be doing a special, in-person meet and greet! How does that sound?”

The reactions are instantaneous.

Cherries already start popping up all over your screen, users filling out the roles and eagerly thanking you for everything while others spit at the prices. You ignore those comments, secretly marking certain users to be blocked. You know the last one is outrageous, how could it not be? Did they think you’d want to meet with any of them? You’d discussed this with several other streamers and they’d all done similar things—this deterred creeps and kept you safe. Usually no one ended up doing the meet and greet. It was too expensive.

It was foolproof.

I can’t wait to hear your voice

Will it be nudes

I want nudes

Thank you so much for doing this!

“I should be the one thanking you guys!” you squeal. Your eyes dart to the corner of your screen, watching the cherries roll in. Your heartbeat accelerates and you do the quick math in your head. “Oh my goodness! Sitwhereveryoulike, thank you so much for the Cherries! And you too, theprettiestalpha! Thank you!”

As it should be. You grin at the screen, prattling on with sweet words and thanks. You teasingly unzip a little more of your jacket, greedily watching the cherries pop-up all over the screen, trying to make conversation where you can and—

A single chat bubble pops up in the corner. You almost miss the question, but you’re almost certain your eyes don’t betray you. If you hadn’t seen the title so many times, you would’ve blown right past it.

(But you’re a true fan, down to your core, you could never miss a mention of—)

Is your username based on Water Emblem?

“Hello, Kodzu00!” you say quickly, trying to stifle your surprise. “Yes, it is! You must be new to the streams.”

You gesture behind you, smiling shyly at the poster of Varth on the back of your wall. “I’m actually a bit of a fan! I know the series is old and everyone’s excited for the new reboots, but I grew up with the old one.”

Ah, stop right there, don’t keep talking about it. You’re going to lose viewers! Your fingers fly back to your zipper, teasingly dragging it down another inch. You could talk about Water Emblem for hours, but you can’t—this is a stream after all. “Bigboialpha! I guess we’ll be having that private webchat after all… mhm! I’m looking forward to it—huh? What I’ll be wearing? Well…”

You cutely run your fingers up and down the column of your neck, bringing their attention back to your scent glands. “Would you… pick for me?”

You almost gag at the comment suggestions. You watch more cherries roll in—shit, another 500? I might make my goal after all! No, you would make your goal. You have to. The sooner you rake in the dough from these streams, the sooner you could—

For the meet and greet, would it be in person?

You blink, startled by the question. You quickly glance back to the username. Kudzu00 again? “Uh, yes! Yes, it would be~ I’d pick a nice location for us and we’d meet. Wouldn’t that be nice everyone?”

For how long?

Who even is this lol

Damn big bucks

Show us the tits already

Pls sit on my face

Your outfit is so cute today!

You swallow nervously. Calm down. What are you even freaking out for? No one in their right mind was ever going to drop that much money to meet with some stranger from the internet—no one.

“Fifteen minutes,” you say cheerfully, keeping one eye on the chat. Have I seen this user before? “There’s a lot we could do—ah, I mean talk about in fifteen minutes, right?”

Kodzu00 is typing…

The chat bubble disappears. You eye it for a few more seconds before shrugging your shoulders. Shake it off. You needed to keep this celebration stream going. You slyly bring your bare knees up and watch the chat go a little more wild, quick questions being shot about whether or not you’re wearing anything under that jacket. You keep the conversations going, sweetly asking the users about what they’d like to do, what kind of pictures and if—

A bright icon flashes on your screen. You glance over.

Kodzu00 has gifted you 3,000 cherries!

You freeze.

On your monitor the chat continues to fire off. A few people notice the notification. You blink, once, twice, before taking a second glance at the numbers.

3,000.

3,000 cherries?

3,000….

The calculation is quick in your head. You’re terribly good with money, sadly. The final statement minus the small deduction for processing appears in your mind’s eye and you balk.

HOLY FUCK.

Lol i think u broke her

God damn

Congratulations, Omegachion!

“K-K-Kodzu00!” you say, head spinning. “Thank you so much! Oh—oh my goodness! Thank you so much for your donation!” What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck— “I can’t believe you’d be so generous! Thank you so much! I’m so excited to meet you! Our first meet and greet!”

WHAT THE FUCK?

You quickly try to hold your composure, continuing with the stream. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down. Finish the show! You laugh, trying not to look at the history of the notification and focusing on your show instead. You thank every piece of good sense inside you for using a mask, hiding the sweat rolling down your face as you teasingly stand up for your audience, bending down a bit.

“Now, how about we end the night with a little… cuddle, hmm?” you say shakily, unzipping your jacket the rest of the way to show off the lacy, soft pink color of your bra. The chat bubbles pop up by the dozens, but you never see even a lick of Kodzu00 again. What the hell? “C’mon, you know how badly I wish you were here to scent me… wrap me up in that smell of yours…”

(Give them what they all want.)

What feels like hours finally passes in a span of minutes and you quickly say goodbye to your watchers, blowing them a kiss and zipping your jacket backup as you finally sign off. You sit there, staring at the screen of your loading page, dumbfounded.

Limply, your finger finds its way to your mouse. You give it a click.

The final total for your earnings tonight appears in a tacky, almost shady colored box. You stare at it in silence.

9,750 Cherries.

Nine…. Nine thousand…

Almost 1,000,000 yen?

“Yes!” you screech, grabbing your head with your hands as you fly up from your chair. You kick the stupid, plush pink thing aside. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

This is insane! You almost want to cry in disbelief. This is—this is it! This is what I needed! I’m so close! I’m so close! You know the other streams won’t rake in nearly as much, but this is the final push you needed—if you kept up this kind of participation for another few months, your fees would be nothing! You’d be able to even afford a little extra and get something nice, replace your bathtub and treat yourself to an expensive dinner and all thanks to this stupid job and—

The grand, generous donation of Kodzu00—

You freeze. Your pure, unrestrained elation plummets. Reality clocks you sideways in the face and you slap yourself for being so dumb—how could I even forget? Your eyes dart back to the screen and you pull up the donation history, staring in dark silence at the simple, blaring donation of cherries, already transferred to your account and not even pending and—

Your joy is quickly replaced with something much more dire. You gape at the amount. The award title beside it appears. You stare.

And stare.

A thirty minute meet and greet.

You’d be meeting in person with this person for at least half and hour and—

What the hell?

You power off your screens, flying to your room and kicking the streaming room door shut behind you. You lunge for your bed, scrambling for your laptop, covered in Water Emblem stickers. You pop it open, quickly pulling up your admin account for the streaming sight and accessing your private passwords. You pull up the user history for all your past streams, typing in the username Kodzu00—

Nothing?

You stare at the blank history. The only entry is tonight’s stream. The very first time this user has ever showed up.

Alarm bells start ringing in your head. You pull up your emergency tab, a self-made list of all your red-flag boxes to check in cases like this for your safety. You click on Kodzu00’s account, searching through their profile.

MADE THIS MORNING? You gape in disbelief, staring at the entirely blank profile. It’s even void of an icon for a profile pic. The account was literally made today, just for this stream, and this god damn stranger just gifted you basically 300,000 yen—

This is insane! All your alarm bells nearly fall off their stands. You search for any kind of information, scrambling and double-checking your banned users lists for any potential matches. Was it some creep trying to meet you from before? A stalker? Were they under a different name and made the separate account just to do this to you so they wouldn’t get caught? What’s their deal?

(What’s your selling point for this whole thing?)

You pause, fingers halting over your keyboard.

You’ve had rich donations before. Users with too much time and money on their hands—users you’re gladly willing to take from in the pursuit of a better life for yourself. Your crowd ranges anyway; from nervous, shy little dorks to kind, quiet people looking for company to disgusting, wretched lechers and stupid alphas who like nothing more than little, docile omegas to rub their garbage scent over—

You stare at Kodzu00’s user profile, feeling something bitter and dark and ugly bubble up in the pits of your stomach.

Any person, male or female, who’d be willing to drop that much money to meet with a streamer like you, notorious for what you do, for what you market—can’t be a good person by any means.

They only want one thing.

You grind your teeth, knowing you’ve got no choice but to reap what you sowed. This was the path to quick cash you chose, so you can’t back down now. You’ll just have to do everything in your power to make sure you remain successful.

You close your laptop screen, ripping your stupid mask off your face and tossing it to the side.

You weren’t backing down.

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You started streaming in high school.

The middle of your last year, to be exact.

It started off simple enough, to be honest. Nothing eventful, nothing worth writing biographies or harrowing documentaries off of. It was another story amidst the thousands in Tokyo’s Metropolitan streets.

By all legal health records and means, you are an omega.

(What does that mean?)

Within Tokyo’s urban and suburban streets, it means a collection of different ideals and social norms. It means nothing to plenty, it means everything to others—to your youthful eyes growing up, it’d just meant you were a little different from some of your other peers, but not isolated, no, never isolated—there were other omegas, after all, despite the smaller population.

You get along with people fine. You make friends fine, have a few crushes, get average enough grades and have a particular fondness for social media—you just live your life on top of having to deal with certain physiological functions others around you may not experience the same.

You think by all means until your last year of high school, that it really does mean nothing. Society is so modern now, people don’t even blink, right? There’s none of those second gender stereotypes or outrageous cult worships—you’re just another person trying to live their life to the fullest.

“A doctor? Are you sure that’s what you want to do?”

You smiled at your teacher in the faculty office. See? Normal—

You stopped.

“See, that’s a great dream,” the teacher said, pointing to your paper. He tapped it, scratching his rough stubble. “But it’s not very realistic with your current standing, you know?”

“You mean my grades? I can work extra hard. They’ve been more than above passing, and what really matters is the entrance exams and testing—”

“Not just that,” he said. He pulled up your student file. He gave you a second look, up and down, and he seemed to find pity in your hopefully confused expression. “Listen, (L/n), here’s the thing—a doctor… is a pretty important position, you know? Very important.”

You nodded like you didn’t already know that. Like you hadn’t been spending the last years of your educational life aspiring toward that goal, that dream.

“They need to be physically… available,” your teacher said. “They have to work outrageous shift hours, they have to work hard on top of that, and then they have to take special medication to regulate their pheromones if they need to, and then the schooling on top of all that is hard work.”

You waited for your teacher to explain why any of those things was supposed to get in the way of your one and only dream of saving lives.

“I’ll make this easy for you to understand, kid,” you teacher said. He taps his nametag, pointing to his little alpha symbol.

“Omegas just don’t become doctors.”

Your dainty, prettily crafted world of normalcy and mundane content shattered around you in one violent, screeching halt.

You smiled at your teacher, nails digging painfully into your thighs.

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s just not a typical job preference,” your teacher said. “Look, you’re not the only one, I promise. There are a few omega doctors, sure, we need them anyway to make things easier or make sense of stuff alpha based doctors or betas might not understand, but the demand isn’t high and the placement is extremely competitive. Trust me, kid. I know.”

You kind of wanted to spit at your teacher that no, this pot-bellied, alpha gym teacher couldn’t possibly know more than you do about trying to break into the medical industry as an omega. But the thing is—what are the statistics? You hardly see any. Every website you’d researched thus far has always been welcoming, nowhere on their platforms or pamphlets saying anything about omegas being doctors or not and—

You froze.

“Everyone is welcome!” the videos all said. “Everyone is encouraged to try!”

“This is the real truth,” your teacher said. “They’ll all tell you you can do it because they’re not allowed to discriminate or turn anyone away. They’ll let you do whatever you want, but when it really comes down to the acceptances or not? You’ll just get turned away and you’ll have wasted all that time for nothing.

“Omegas aren’t considered suitable candidates for doctors,” your teacher said. “That market tends to go to betas, believe it or not. A nice little mediator.”

Your teacher tossed your career planning forms onto a stack of dozens. You stared at it, smiling continuously with your fingers digging harder into your thighs. He sighed, waving a hand.

“You should shoot for a hospital receptionist,” your teacher said. “It’s the next best thing, right? Or you could teach biology at a school instead. You might even be able to get by as a school nurse—”

“I’m going to apply to medical school.”

Your teacher stopped, looking at you.

You smiled back at him.

(Being an omega was supposed to stop you?)

What a load of shit.

“I don’t really care about anything else,” you said. “I’ve wanted to become a doctor my whole life. If people say I can’t do it because of something they can’t even see, then I’m still going to do it. They can’t stop me.”

Your teacher stared at you for a few minutes. He leaned back in his chair, considering his next words before he finally said—

“You got the money?”

You stopped.

Your family is pitifully lower middle class. Your parents make enough to pay the bills, afford a vacation every now and then, and just get by fair enough without being too stressed—but small issues, like your own medical costs for heat suppressants or a flat tire can easily set your family back several paychecks.

No, you don’t have money for medical school. You’d already known that looking at all the pamphlets. But there were scholarships and stipends and loans—

“If you want to waste your time with this pipe dream, it’s not my job to stop you,” he said, pointing to your career form. “It’s not really ethical either, so don’t come back and file any lawsuits against me. But your medical schools don’t offer many scholarships, and the ones they do aren’t going to go to that one, average ranking omega they’d rather not even have to worry about.”

Your teacher shrugged.

“Go ahead and be a doctor, kid, but you’re going to need money to do it.”

(This is the reality. People are not equal. Being an omega means—)

Means what?

-- ---- (change the channel) ----

You remember laying in your bed that night, scrolling mindlessly through random social media outlets. You’d spent the last several hours searching extensively for any and all scholarships you might even remotely be able to apply for, but none of them seemed willing to help an omega into their waiting hospital wings—your best bet was going to be taking out a loan. Several. That’s on top of cram school costs, textbooks, entrance fees and whether or not I can pass the exam—

No, you would. You had too. You weren’t about to let some stupid, invisible consensus a group of people somewhere or another had decided on stop you.

“Thank you again for the generous donations! You guys are too good to me!”

You’d paused, staring at your bright screen. One of the streamers you followed from time to time—he was an omega, cute and docile and in all honesty, probably the picture perfect cookie cutter definition of one. He always posted great tips on fashion or about cute cafes he enjoyed, and always seemed to be proud of the fact that he was an omega despite how cringingly he played into the stereotypes—

You glanced at his caption, freezing in disbelief.

Designer bags littered his floor. He showed off his pretty watch, batting his lashes at the camera, talking about how the donations from last night’s stream helped him live a good, cushiony life, making him feel like he was being taken care of even without an alpha by his side.

You’d stalked his account almost religiously for the next few weeks, watching his streams, watching the way he… flaunted his nature as an omega. Your parents had always told you you were fine the way you were, but being an omega had never been something to be proud of—you’d just preferred to act like a beta more than anything else. What was the point? To some extent, your teacher was right, there were no benefits to being an omega except—

“Thank you again for all your donations!”

You pulled up your laptop, searching extensively for every little obscure article you could find on the nature of streaming services. You’d never taken social media outlets that seriously, always looked at influencers and vloggers with a grain of salt—you were aspiring to be a full-time heart surgeon after all, but if there was actually something...reasonable behind the way all these people would act, proudly showing off the fact that they were omegas in exchange for something monetary…

(Did people enjoy this?)

Yeah you can make money from it, lol.

You stared at the internet thread, blinking in disbelief.

One user amongst thousands in the thread had responded to your question.

Ppl always keep saying that omegas are this and that. Society likes to paint a pretty picture of what we call equality. Ads and those videos u watch in school and stuff, they all tell u you can be whatever u want to be if u try, but that’s not rlly the truth. The only thing they were honest about was that you’d have to work hard for what you want in life.

You scrolled down.

You have to do the research on ur own and find respectable sites. I can give u recommendations, but u have to kind of get yourself prepared for what you’re signing up for too. Everyone likes to go on television and talk about how all three genders are the same, but we’re not. It’s not even just whether ur female or male anymore, everyone always finds something to pick at, don’t they?

U might get hate for it but whatever, those people who sit on a nicer chair than you and don’t pay your bills don’t get to criticize you for what you want to do and how u do it.

They always tell us we can’t do things because we’re omegas. That we have to be a certain way because we’re omegas and we’re only good for one thing.

So just give them what they want.

And suck them dry.

You remember clearly, that night, pulling up the user’s account and shooting them the message that would change your life.

What sites do you recommend for beginners?

Youcanruletheworld is typing…

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You triple check all your items, rearranging them on your bed in front of you.

Your outfit is cute, matching your streamer personality but remaining modest enough to keep you protected from unwanted attention. You’ll be wearing a face mask on top of it, just for the extra mile too. You’d already reached out to this Kodzu00 and sent them the notification for where to meet and when, and what you’d look like so they’d be able to find you. Wisely, as always, you picked a neutral location—an extremely popular cafe two hours away from your house just to be safe.

Safety alarm—check. Pepper spray, check. Pheromone repellent, check. Emergency contact button, check. Location synced devices and emergency heat suppressant pills on top of—

You stare at the last item. It comes special with the standard emergency omega safety kit—you almost spit at the name—it’s a quick, easy attachable lock-on collar to protect your bonding glands in the case of an unruly and disgusting attack.

You want to call it ridiculous.

(Behind your eyes you see the comments scrolling over the glowing screen. You see the leering words and the lecherous promises and the disgusting sentences that rattle your brain and make you stand a minute longer in the shower, fingernails digging into your skin—)

You don’t say anything, zipping the bag closed and taking all your items with you.

---- (change the channel) -----

Thirty minutes, it’s just thirty minutes, you can do this. You aggressively slurp on your straw, furiously dogging the cafe patrons with your eyes, keeping them narrowed and peeled for anyone who ought to fit the bill over what you were expecting to meet today. Thirty minutes.

The black iced coffee with an added two shots isn’t doing anything to calm your nerves, but it’s doing everything you need to keep yourself pumped and ready to go at a moment’s notice. The cafe is busy, just as always, with people swarming left and right, in and out—this creep won’t be able to do any of their normal creep tendencies in a place like this.

You bite your straw, tapping your feet under the table.

Alright, Kodzu00, do your worst. I’m leaving here after the thirty and I’m taking the cash with me—

“Excuse me,” you stop, mouth hovering and open over your near chewed through straw, “are you… uh… Omegachion?”

Hearing your streamer username in real life makes you both want to gag and sigh in happiness. The username was arguably the only way for you to feel remotely sane logging into the streaming service every time for your scheduled program because Water Emblem got you through anything, including all the cram sessions to get into medical school.

Your eyes swing rapidly to your right, moving your head so fast you take your straw with you.

Ice coffee drips onto the table.

The young man standing in front of you is… is, truthfully, not what you expected. Okay, sure, weirdos on the internet come in all shapes and sizes, but to your own bias, you’ve crafted a bit of a face for the specific types of users who flood your streams. He narrowly passes even an inch of those ideas, with the slightly messy hair, the baggy clothes that look like all he does is stay in front of his computer all day and the dark lines under his eyes, but other than that—

He’s a lean young man, from what you can barely tell, underneath the baggy black sweatshirts and the sleek black joggers, lined in white with a logo you don’t recognize. There’s a dark cap on top of his head as well, and he’s sporting a simple black face mask, just like you—the most color the damn guy has is the bleached blonde tips still growing out past his roots, spilling a bit past his shoulders while the rest is gathered back into a bun.

In an instant you quickly size him up—the guy’s probably only a few inches taller than you and he can’t be that much older or younger, somewhere probably around your age.

You pluck out your straw. He squints faintly at you, holding his phone, glancing back at his screen and then back to you and shifting, albeit uncertainly. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere else but here right now.

“You’re,” you start, “uh, you’re Kodzu00?”

“Yes,” he says. “That’s… me.”

You stare.

He stares right back.

(His golden eyes are almost like slits, you realize, a bit stunned, they drip gold and heather.)

He has pretty eyes.

“It’s,” he says, awkward, not sounding friendly at all, “...nice to meet you…”

And then reality comes back, this time with a spinning roundhouse right to your face.

This is the guy who just dropped money to come and meet you here today.

This guy.

You stare at him in disbelief.

Kodzu00 stands there in front of you, looking as though he wished he could melt right through the floor and disappear. He slowly starts to make his way into the chair opposite of you, pulling it out and taking a seat, setting his phone down beside him like it’s a lifeline and—

Your eyes bulge at the sight of his watch. You know how much that watch costs.

Your alarm bells start firing off again. For a brief moment, unease colors your scent, lightly flooding the area until you instantly reel it back in. Kodzu00 glances up at you for a second but you keep your face calm and friendly, quickly slipping back into your streamer personality, your best mask and first line of defense against whatever the hell this weirdo wants with you and time is ticking—

Before you can even utter a single word, Kodzu00 pulls down his mask.

(He’s… well, he’s not bad looking either, in a… weird kind of way.)

“Look, I need to clear the air first and get this on the table,” he says it a bit quickly, despite the low, almost uncaring inclination to his tone. You blink at him. The tips of his ears are staining pink beneath the fading streaks of blonde and he continues, “I’m not here for your streams.”

You blink.

You stare at him, dumbfounded and hopelessly confused.

“I’ve never even seen them before until last night,” he says just as quickly, looking embarrassed to even utter those words. “Let’s get that straight, okay? So I’m not… here for… that.”

That.

“That?” you say like a robot.

He looks more and more uncomfortable, but he presses on, whispering quickly over the table, “Yeah. I’m not here for… that. So… you can… uh… just be normal, I guess.”

You stare at Kodzu00, the man who’s just payed off nearly the last of your student loans in debt, who’s only here in front of you today because he got in touch with you through one of those very streams which very much markets that, which is meant to appeal to all the what-nots who just want to see an omega bat her eyelashes and act like an omega, to feel comforted or have their egos stroked and—

“I don’t watch any streams like that,” he adds for good measure. “I don’t. One of my viewers reached out to me because… well… because they watched your streams and noticed something and mentioned it to me, so I wanted to check it out myself.”

Oh my god. You sit there in the middle of the bustling cafe. Am I about to die? This is it, isn’t it. Kodzu00 is actually some kind of crazy internet stalker or person and you’re about to get stabbed right across the cafe table and this will be the end, you’ll never even get to save anyone’s life or help anyone and their bad hearts or do anything beyond your stupid streams and that’s all you’ll be remembered for.

“Kodzu00 is just a name I made for that night,” he says quickly. “Online I run a gaming channel under the user Kodzuken—you can just call me Kenma though. Kenma Kozume.”

“Uh,” you say. “Kucina. You can call me Kucina.” You are not giving your real name out to this stranger who can potentially threaten your entire standing in your medical career and out you for the unethical nature of how you’ve been procuring money to pay your school fees—

Kenma briefly pauses, eyes flickering up to you. He looks a bit pleased with your choice of alias but quickly glances back to his phone. You feel, strangely, a little… a little happy too.

Wait, wait, wait. No, this guy is a weirdo and don’t forget that he’s a complete stranger online claiming to be a game streamer and—

“The only reason I’m here today is for this,” he says, pulling out his phone. You instantly grow wary, inching back a bit from the table. There’s a bit of excitement finally creeping into his otherwise mundane voice, and it’s giving you the spooks. Kenma taps, quickly navigating his screen before he pulls up one blurred, pixelated image and turns his screen to show it to you.

“Why is this a screenshot of my room?” you say roughly, narrowing your eyes at him. You point to the screen shot of your streaming room and your face caught mid-speech, making you look dumb. “What are you trying to—”

“It’s not that,” he says, sounding a bit stressed out by this whole ordeal. He looks visibly uncomfortable with the image of you, only in your bright pink bra and you raise an eyebrow at him, suspicious as he zooms in and quickly moves the screen to—

“This,” he says, fervent, almost reverent actually, “is what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Carefully, still suspicious, you lean over the table and look closer at his phone screen. You follow his finger, quickly recognizing your bookshelf, your posters, and then right beside Kenma’s fingertip is—

You blink.

You know exactly what he’s pointing to.

You also know exactly what it looks like in perfect detail despite the blurry picture. It’s a large box, big enough to hold against your chest, sleek white and blue, with silver lettering line in a kind of glowing, aqua teal—the cover art for the product had been top of the line, complete with an engraved metal clasp that opened up to reveal an entire, glossy artbook, coupled with a cd of the game’s soundtrack and also—

“Water Emblem’s Special Anniversary Edition?”

“Yes!” he almost shouts. You jump. Kenma quickly gestures to his screen, to your room and your game and points at it with fervor. His eyes are actually shiny, you stare at him, a little in awe. “Do you know what this is?”

“Of course I do!” you say, offended. “I own the game. It’s Water Emblem: Light Dragon! Personally my favorite game in the entire franchise and the game that really got the series into the world market—it’s part of what started its entire cult following. This is the special edition that came out years ago, wow, I can’t believe it’s been so long! I remember waiting in line for it and—”

“That’s exactly it!” Kenma says, throwing his hands up into hair, grabbing it beneath his cap. You blink at him, getting a little excited. “This game—this particular edition re-launched for one night of sales only in the creator’s hometown and here in Tokyo! It came with a companion edition and most people were only able to get one or the other because it was sold on opposite ends of Japan!”

“Yeah!” you say. “I know! I stayed with relatives in the summer and timed it out so I could grab it! They only sold so little copies… that was the best night of my life, I couldn’t believe it, even though the game didn’t seem to do that well at first until later…”

“Because no one respected the greatness of the game back then,” Kenma says bitterly. You nod. “Now everyone knows but the rest of the editions have all either been trashed or are kept by collectors somewhere else, I’ve been searching for years for a copy that was at least still playable, even without the extra goods—”

“But the goods are the best part!” you shout in disbelief. Kenma looks at you like your crazy. “The art book, the soundtrack, the interview with the creator—they all play their part in bringing the game to life!”

“This is what I wanted to discuss with you,” Kenma says seriously, lacing his fingers nervously together and staring you down across the table. You suddenly feel uneasy, unnerved by the piercing, golden gaze.

“You own what might very well be one of the last, in-tact, best kept qualities of this edition in Japan,” Kenma says. “When this edition and its counterpart launched, the second issue, the black one—it came with a playable DLC code that can only be activated when you have its partner code and it unlocks an entirely new, almost never played secret storyline that’s supposed to reveal another part of the story—”

“I heard about that,” you say in disbelief. “But I thought it was just an online rumour because no one ever proved it or could figure out the code…”

“Because no one could figure it out,” Kenma says, getting the loudest you’ve heard him since. You stare at him with wide, round eyes. “But recently because of the work I’ve been doing, I was able to meet with the creator—”

“YOU MET WITH THE CREATOR OF—”

Kenma furiously motions for you to shush. You clasp your hands over your mouth, watching him with round, adoring eyes, sparkling in disbelief. This guy right here in front of you got to meet your hero—the envy and awe collide altogether, rumbling up and—

(Your heart starts to do something a little funny in your chest.)

Who even is this guy?

“He gave me a hint and I was able to find the code in the other edition,” Kenma says, quickly pushing his phone to you to show a picture and you blink, eyes shiny. “Which I currently own because I was able to secure one when it came out in Tokyo. But your edition is the last part I need to unlock the unplayable path.”

This guy… you lean back in your chair, unable to stop the excited tap of your feet. This guy—he loves Water Emblem. He’s crazy for it! I don’t know anyone except people online who like it this much and he’s…

“That’s why,” Kenma coughs suddenly, becoming smaller in his seat. You stare at him with a raised brow. “I needed… to get in touch… with you.”

You blink, remembering the whole reason the two of you were even meeting in the first place.

Your cheeks grow hot, bright red in a flash of rare embarrassment. Kenma’s ears are just as red, but he pretends it’s not even happening, continuing on.

“Why didn’t you just… message me,” you squeak out, feeling more and more mortified that this man has literally paid you thousands just to be here and… it’s not even… a scam. It’s about your favorite thing ever. Water Emblem! “Instead of… my streams…”

“That was the only way I knew how to contact you,” Kenma says, looking a bit defensive. “I told you, I’ve never seen your streams before. One of my viewers told me and you keep everything private, so this felt like my only chance.”

You open your mouth, feeling more and more uncomfortable but Kenma sweeps in, “Keep the money. It… works out better this way anyway.”

You stare at him in confusion.

Kenma taps his phone again, right back at your picture. He stares at you with wide, piercing eyes, leaning across the table and quickly saying, reverent and eager—

“I want to buy your game from you.”

Here, sitting in front of you, is a self-claimed internet game streamer, who wants to buy your… special edition… game?

“You want…” you say, slowly, making sure you don’t have this wrong, “...my game?”

He nods.

You open your mouth. It closes. You open it again, raise a finger, and then press your lips together, staring at him.

“I’m sorry,” you say finally. “What?”

“This might be my only chance ever to play the game,” Kenma continues, pulling up another tab and clicking away at his phone. He tucks a strand of blonde behind his ear and the action is almost endearing to you until the reality of his words slowly starts to creep into the forefront. “I’ve never found another edition like yours, and it seems like it’s in perfect condition too. I’d be willing to buy it at complete full, current market price—”

“Market price?” you say in disbelief. “How much is my game going for?”

Kenma looks at you in blatant disbelief. You raise a critical brow at him.

Wordlessly he turns his phone back over to you and you glance down—

You almost fall out of your chair. Kenma doesn’t look impressed, hunkering back down and taking his phone as you spin, head swirling at the numbers and figures, math flying around in your head at the sudden realization that all that money could literally be yours, that the game you love so much is worth that much, that all that money, all that money you’ve been trying so desperately to scrape for could just—just fall into your lap—

You could pay off all your loans with that kind of money. You could… you could stop streaming with that kind of money, finally wash your hands of it and get back on track and hardly have to worry as you work toward the job of your dreams and…

“I want to buy your game.”

Your heart quiets. The fancy dreams stop. You sit there in the chair, head buzzing with the reality of what he’s asking of you.

He wants to buy your game.

Your game.

And you think then, about a moment far away from this one. About a time when the books and papers crowding around you made you feel like drowning, about lonely summers and arguments bouncing off the rooms around you, and a time where there was nothing else but that loading screen and that game to take you away from all of it…

(The game that you’ve kept all these years, loved all these years, because it…)

“I’d be willing to pay whatever works best for you,” Kenma continues, the excitement is low in his quiet voice and his eyes sparkle as he shows you his phone. “I can even pay upfront in cash, have a fund drawn up or—”

“I’m really sorry.”

It’s the first time in a long time you’ve ever felt the need to apologize to anyone. Not when the whole world has been treating you like the sorry sack for so long.

Kenma glances up. His expression is calm, unreadable, but you get the feeling he can see right through you so you stare at the tabletop instead.

“I don’t know…” you start. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sell that game to you.”

(He doesn’t seem like a bad guy.)

Anyone that talks about Water Emblem with as much love in his voice as he does can’t be, not at all by your books. His methods of getting to you here today might’ve been outrageous and roundabout, but you’re not really doing things the normal way either, so who are you to judge?

But that game…

You risk a glance up. You stop, staring in surprise when Kenma doesn’t look the slightest bit outraged or tense or anything. He looks just a bit disappointed, but the only thing you really see is understanding and something like a bit of grudging envy, a warmth in his gaze you don’t think is particularly meant for you but still comes through regardless.

“I was,” Kenma admits, a bit quiet. “Worried that would be the case.”

“Do you want,” you start quickly. Kenma looks at you. “Do you want to, uh, see it, at least? Take a look… see if it’s even in the condition you want?”

(You just… you can’t sell it, but you don’t want this conversation to end. It’s been so long since you’ve talked with anyone about this game, it’s felt so long since you talked to anyone in general and…)

Maybe, just maybe.

(You feel a little desperate.)

“Uh,” Kenma says, awkward. “Is that… fine?”

“Well, sure!” you say, hoping you don’t sound too eager. “Of course it isn’t a problem! I mean, I know we just met, but you seem pretty legit and I can just check you out later—plus, I’m perfectly capable of handling myself, even against an—”

You stop, sniffing the air. Kenma doesn’t look bothered, but he rubs the back of his neck.

And you realize, suddenly, you haven’t smelled a single damn thing because Kenma Kozume is—

A beta.

(Oh.)

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The entire way back to your apartment, Kodzu00, or as you now know him, Kenma Kozume, complains.

He does it quietly, but he still complains.

“We could just take a taxi,” Kenma says, quiet and unhappy when you start making your way toward the train station. “I can pay for it…”

“It’s easy to remember an address but tough to remember a bunch of stations and stops,” you say, ignoring his offer. Kenma follows, unhappy but he still follows. It’s kind of cute.

He walks with a bit of a hunch, you notice. Like he’s doing everything he can to remain out of everyone’s vision, but he watches, careful and observant because he avoids people before they have the chance to bump into him, glancing this way and that and picking things out with particular ease.

Kenma doesn’t look very confident, but he’s comfortable. You stand there beside him on the train, calmly holding onto the railing while he taps away at his phone beside you, sighing every now and then. He’s different, you realize, very different, from what you’ve become accustomed to when it comes to the kinds of people you let surround you for the sake of money.

You almost want to say it’s because he’s a beta, but you feel that’s a disservice in all its entirety. Maybe Kenma will turn out to be a snob of some kind. The guy’s strangely loaded.

You sneak searches on your phone, paling at the articles about him that come up, about stocks and investments and companies and you realize in seconds, this guy is completely and utterly the real deal.

But despite everything, Kenma still does as you ask. He lets you lead as you navigate the string of trains to get back home, doesn’t ask any questions, only comments on the occasional thing, and the entire affair is two hours, but he doesn’t even blink.

Either he really, really wants this game, you think, or he’s just weird.

Quiet, weird, but fairly quaint, and you’re a little alarmed by how much you… like that.

(You’re a weird guy.)

A rude, burly man makes a pass at you on the last train home, breathing down your neck and letting his greasy fingers try to slide against yours on the same railing handle. Kenma makes a face, eyes narrowed into slits in disgust and he quickly looks at you, blinking at your unbothered, nonchalant expression.

His scent wafts over you, thick and uninviting. Alpha. You rub your nose, inhaling your own familiar scent. Kenma looks more and more uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot, starting to lean your way and scanning for open seats when you calmly turn to the man directly behind you, meeting him dead in the eye.

“Get,” you say calmly, digging your fingernails into his skin, threatening to draw blood—the man stiffens, he pales, surprised, startled by your confrontation— “The fuck away from me before I scream.”

He scurries back, shouldering past people in seconds. A few people shoot him disgusted looks, glancing your way in pity—but you ignore all of them too. They didn’t care seconds ago when they knew what he was doing, if you hadn’t done anything, they wouldn’t have either.

That’s just how it goes.

“Sorry,” you say, even though you probably shouldn’t. You look at Kenma, lips curling a bit. “I was expecting to meet a guy like that today instead of you. I think all that pent up anger and anxiety needed to go somewhere.”

Kenma opens his mouth, closes it, stays quiet for what feels like minutes and then he starts up again.

“You don’t really act the same way you do on your streams, do you?”

“Of course not,” you say. “If I acted like that in real life—no offense to anyone who does though—I’d probably lose my shit.”

Kenma sniffs. He doesn’t say anything after that, and you quaintly let your shoulder brush against his ever other jostle of the train.

(It’s been awhile since you’ve been around anyone. It feels nice.)

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Kenma balks for a bit at the front door of your apartment, but you quickly usher him inside, kicking your shoes off into the entryway and flying inside. He toes off his own shoes, eyes scanning briefly around the entryway, around your home—it’s neat, he realizes, even if he wasn’t sure what to expect. You keep it clean enough, but there’s bits and pieces where your life slips through, making it feel lived in. You keep plants in the corner, healthy and well but you’ve got a few dishes still sitting in the sink.

He guesses he wasn’t really sure what he was expecting to begin with.

Kenma pauses for a second, rubbing his nose. He looks uncomfortable, eyes flickering around your apartment and back to you, but you’re already steps ahead of him, too excited to pass a chance like this up.

“It’s in my streaming room,” you say, “come on.”

Kenma follows warily behind you.

You almost kick the door to your room open in your haste, unable to stop the ecstatic beating of your heart as you scramble toward the back. Kenma pauses a minute, sniffing the air again. He glances behind him, back toward where your bedroom is left ajar and then to your streaming room. He looks a bit thoughtful for a moment, but quietly keeps it to himself, slipping inside and lightly closing the door politely after him.

(He’s not one to snoop, but he’s here, it’s not like he can’t look.)

Kenma tries very, very carefully not to consider the fact that he had seen you on that screen only a few nights before, and tries even harder not to remember what you’d been doing and how you’d look. He hyper focuses instead on the stand-out merch that becomes very, very clear to him.

He’s almost amazed your users haven’t said anything more about this—maybe it’s because of your camera angle.

Poster after poster of Water Emblem decorates the entire side of your wall. Kenma finds himself instantly drifting up to it, spotting your shelf in record time. He scans the collection of game titles, eyes growing brighter and brighter as he ghosts a finger over the well-kept discs and the old games…

“You play a lot,” Kenma says, quiet, glancing your way.

“I used to be a bit of a shut-in because I had to study,” you say, squatting down beside your other shelf and moving a few books aside. He finds himself watching the way you tuck your hair behind your ear and smile. “They were great breaks for me and helped keep me company. I’m not as social as people think, so it’s nice.”

Kenma considers your words. He looks at you, trying to reconcile the image he’d had of you from your stream with what he’d been witnessing all day today—how different it all was.

(If he’s honest, he’d been expecting to deal with someone different.)

“Do you do PC games too?” he asks. What are you doing?

“I’m not as familiar with them compared to console games,” you admit. “After exams I might try though. Got any to recommend?”

Kenma does. Plenty. He could go on but he doesn’t even know where to start, turning from your games to try to look at you again and think about how strange this entire meeting is, how different from what he’d been expecting. It reminds him of his meeting with Hinata, sudden and vibrant and impossible to categorize, left—

Pleasantly surprised.

“What happened to your chair?”

“What, the pink one?” you glance over your shoulder, noticing where Kenma’s looking toward your streaming station. “I shove it into the closet when I’m not using it. Sometimes the color hurts my eyes.”

Kenma looks at you like you’re crazy.

“...You keep two chairs?”

“Well, the chair’s mostly for looks anyway,” you say. “Some people like that kind of simple stuff. It’s a nice contrast, you know? Sweet and spicy, I guess? My boss said something like that. My ratings are good so I don’t complain.”

Kenma considers your words. He looks at your station, almost engulfed with stacks and stacks of what he can easily recognize as textbooks. Biology, medical tech, chemistry—all of it nearly crushing the fuzzy bunny mask you’d been wearing on the stream.

Kenma takes it all into his head and he looks again at your small back.

“...Do you even like your job?”

“It’s not my job,” you say. “My job is studying and working at the athletics complex to try to help figure out ways to help people stay in shape, take care of themselves and be better. This is just… part-time.”

You pause, staring at your shelves. It feels weird to be saying this outloud, but it’s nice too. It’s refreshing. You think you can take advantage of it anyway, what if you never even meet this guy again? You hardly know him, he probably doesn’t care.

“And I guess,” you say, a bit quieter. “Sometimes it’s kind of rewarding… sometimes people are nice, you know?”

Kenma says nothing, watching your back. You rub your neck and then finally beam, pulling free the reason for all of this.

You cradle the box in your hands. It’s weighty. You run your fingers over it and stand up, turning proudly to Kenma, beaming from ear to ear and—

You almost jump back in surprise, near squeaking. Your ears almost flash red in embarrassment at how close Kenma is all of a sudden, sneaking up right behind you with shiny, adoring eyes as he stares at the box in your hands, looking at it in awe and disbelief.

“Can I see it?” he asks reverently.

Your heart swells in happiness and you eagerly nod, handing it over to him.

Kenma receives the gift with care. He runs his fingers over it, carefully, as though afraid to even leave a single print behind before he pops the metal engraved latch and opens it up.

You and Kenma sigh together in unison, swooning at the sight.

“It’s amazing,” Kenma says.

“I know.”

“I can’t believe I’m seeing it in person.”

“I know!”

“You took great care of it.”

“I—” you flush at the praise, wilting a bit. “I-uh, thanks…”

“Can I see you play it?” Kenma says suddenly, looking almost desperate. You freeze. He looks up at you, expression completely different from his near lifeless one. His face is vibrant and full of excitement, thrumming just under the surface of his nonchalance. “The loading screen even? I—I have to see what it looks like logged in and—”

“I...actually can’t,” you say quietly, embarrassed. Kenma looks confused.

“I… I sold the console for it,” you say, feeling more and more guilty to finally have to admit one of your biggest regrets. Kenma pauses, expression quieting as he looks at you. You stare at the floor, trying not to look at the computer and web camera sitting in the corner. “I needed to buy some stuff… so I had to sell it in. I still kept a lot of the games, thinking I’d buy another one when I got the chance…”

You ruffle the back of your head, trying to quell the stifling scent of embarrassment that tries to escape you. You rub your wrists. Kenma’s eyes are briefly drawn to the action before he looks at you, still holding your game. You bow your head a little. “Um, if you want though, you can take it to your place and see—it absolutely will still work. I can just, take something to make sure you don’t run off or I can just—”

“Do you want to come over and use mine?”

You pause, looking at Kenma, dumbfounded.

Kenma stares right back at you. You can’t read a single inch of his face.

“We can use my place,” Kenma says, calm, unbothered. Your eyes grow round. “I really… really want to see the game in action… it’ll probably be more fun to see you play it anyway first.”

“Is that,” you start, uncharacteristically shy. “...okay?”

Kenma wordlessly nods.

(Your heart does something a little funny. You just write it off as an exaggeration. You’re such a sad sack.)

“Um!” Kenma looks up. You flush, hating how embarrassed you feel, hating how much of your bravado is missing, but you almost stutter out, “I-It’s (L/n) by the way… (L/n) (Y/n)...”

“... okay,” Kenma says. “It’s nice to meet you, (L/n).”

--- (change the chanel) ---

“You know, Kenma,” Kuroo said once, leaning back on the train ride home as Kenma tapped away at the buttons on his console. “For all you say and stuff, you’re pretty good at putting all the pieces together, aren’t you?”

--- (change the chanel) ---

One month.

Non-stop, several days a week, for hours on end—that’s how long the two of you play the game together.

You nearly miss streams, spend hours at Kenma’s house, laughing when you come to find him half-asleep in his sheets, barely rolling out to come greet you and instead just buzzing you in. You think it’s insane—how quickly this… this thing builds. You think you ought to be dreaming, but you don’t really want it to end.

(You’ve gone too long without anyone to laugh like this with.)

You pull late-nighters that are terrible for your complexion, eat take-out like you’re cramming for exams all over again, laughing while Kenma quietly watches and scrolling through Water Emblem merchandise and fan bases and—

You spend time with him. With Kenma. You spend hours and days and what feels like endless forever and fun. It’s so sickeningly amazing you almost don’t believe it’s real. Sometimes you two argue, getting into heated spats over calls on how to move your characters, critiquing each other’s moves and then laughing when the other fails, sometimes it’s outright cheers from you while Kenma nods in satisfaction when you clear another mission and proceed forward and—

You haven’t even been alive that long, but compared to everything else, it almost feels like the best moment of your life.

“I did an entire episode on why moving this character is better than the rest,” Kenma mutters one day beside you. “I’m telling you, we need to deploy them. They’re wasted as an adjutant.”

You pause beside Kenma, blinking at his massive screen. You stare at your hands, and then you look at Kenma, blinking again in realization.

And in all this sudden time you’ve spent with him, you realize you’ve never seen one of his streams.

--- (change the chanel) ---

“Uh, hey everyone, thanks for stopping by again.”

You snort. Kenma doesn’t look the slightest bit at ease, his small face-view camera appearing in the corner of your screen as the old stream starts. It’s only of his earliest ones, the one where he replayed Water Emblem for his channel.

“I like this game a lot… it’s the one I always wanted to do a stream for… so I hope you enjoy it too.”

Is that it, dude? You laugh, shaking your head and kicking your legs out as Kenma gets the loading screen started and adjusts his chair. His camera shakes a bit and everything about the video attests to its age and its novelty. It makes you smile. He must’ve come a long way from these videos to the freaking multi-millionaire he was now.

(He worked hard.)

At first the show starts off rather quiet, maybe a bit awkward. Kenma hardly talks, quietly playing through the beginning sequences of the game and only commenting once or twice on the music or graphics. It’s kind of nice, peaceful, just watching someone go through the familiar motions until the real first part of the game starts and then—

“I never get tired of this part.”

You pause at his voice, glancing to the corner of the screen. Kenma’s eyes glow. He smiles, low, small and quiet, and he leans so far forward, almost out of his seat as he starts to play, quietly talking, describing the things he’s doing, the parts of the game he’s in love with and—

You roll over onto your side, watching the stream. Everytime Kenma mutters something under his breath you laugh, when he flubs you grimace, when he succeeds—you cheer, kicking your heels into the air. It’s really like playing the game all over again—even if the comments say he hardly shows any emotion, you can see it.

Kenma Kozume loves this game.

He loves what he does.

The thought makes you pause, staring quietly at the screen.

The dark corner of your room looks a little bigger. The quietness is a little louder. You lay there in your bed, watching Kenma thank everyone for watching with a sigh, giving the game a second glance, like he’s thinking of playing more even though he said he’d stop and—

Your alarm nearly startles you out of bed. You quickly glance over, shooting up in realization.

“My stream,” you murmur, dropping your phone and hurrying to your video room. “Gotta do… my stream…”

Your eyes glance back to your phone. You stare at the dark screen.

“Do you even like what you do?”

You shake your head, closing the door behind you.

--- (change the chanel) ---

“Thanks again everyone for coming! Your favorite omega is going to be lonely without you~”

The screen clicks, turning off.

You sit there in your plush, bright pink chair. Your open jacket hangs on either side of you, revealing your bikini for the beach theme you were going with today. The video room is near silent, save for the soft, quiet hum of your computer running while your monitor blinks, turning to a save screen.

Your game sits in your lap, carefully cradled by your hands. Off to the side is a thorough stack of medical textbooks you still owe money on. You were planning on studying for your test tomorrow after the stream tonight.

You run your fingers over the amazing edges of the collector’s box. You thumb every part of it, retracing the familiar memories, even the small little dent in the corner when you dropped it the first night you got it and almost cried.

You hold it there in your hands. It feels so, so warm, even though you think that shouldn’t really be possible.

There, in the darkness of your video room you sit. Quiet in the near-silence, head lowered, gently running your fingers over it, again and again.

Kenma’s lulling voice is the only thing you hear, playing over his stream, and you shut your eyes, bringing your knees and the box up to your chest. It jabs your ribs, sits uncomfortable, but you don’t really care.

“Do you even like what you do?”

(What I’m doing now, at least… yeah, I do. I really do.)

--- (change the chanel) ---

(L/n) is typing...

Hey, can we talk?

It’s nothing important, let’s just meet up for dinner if you’re free!

Is that fine?

Kenma is typing...

Yes.

Location sent.

Let’s go here. I’ll make reservations.

Okay! :)

(Y/n) is typing…

(Y/n) stopped typing.

--- (change the chanel) ---

The place Kenma picks is some ridiculously nice looking Japanese Restaurant. It’s dimly lit and elegant and fancier than anything you’re used to, and you’re not really sure why he picks it until he orders for both of you and then the wagyu comes out and you know.

Seeing the steak, knowing you’ll get a good meal—it kind of makes this whole thing a lot easier.

Kenma sits comfortably on the floor right across from you. It’s a small, private room he’s rented out for the both of you. He’s dressed in the usual—baggy sweatshirts and athletic but comfortable joggers, and his hair is pulled back a little more neatly tonight as he pours tea for you and then for himself.

“This smells so good,” you say, mouth watering as you pick up the smooth, fancy wooden chopsticks. “Mind if I start?”

“Go ahead,” Kenma says. He leans back, picking up his spoon to dig into his own soup first. “What did you want to talk about?”

“The game,” you say around a mouthful of wagyu. It melts like butter on your tongue. “I’m going to give it to you.”

Kenma freezes, looking up at you in shock. His spoon clutters back into his bowl.

“What?” Kenma says.

“I’ve thought about it,” you say. “You were right. I don’t even have the console to play it anymore. It kinda just sits, collecting dust. It’s not fair when that game is literally everything.”

Your hands still a bit. You stare at the sizzling hot plate.

“I think you have a lot of fun with your streams,” you say, softer. “I think… I think Water Emblem would be well off in your hands. I think… I think it’s what it deserves, you know?”

Kenma is silent, frozen like a statue in front of you. You continue, lightly tracing a thumb over your other wrist, as though in comfort. Moments like this, you do wish for the chance to scent or be scented by someone again—just something familiar, something warm and nice. Your family is miles away and you just...

“I’ve had too much fun playing it again thanks to you,” you say, warm, full of happiness. Yeah, this is what feels right. “And you never once asked for the money from that night back, even though it should’ve just gone into paying for the game… that’s why I want to just give it to you. You’ve already done too much for me, and it’s more than paid for the game.”

“Hold on,” Kenma says. “I—hold on, one second.” He rushes for his phone, fumbling. You shake your head. “No, hold on—”

“I’ve still got my streams to do,” you say with an awkward laugh. “I can’t spend all my time playing video games again. Once exams come up and then—”

“No,” Kenma tries, looking a bit frustrated. He curses at his phone, “Give me a second to explain before you—”

“I’m doing this,” you say resolutely, standing up from your seat. Kenma balks. “There’s nothing you can do to stop me. Besides, I guess I got to meet you. That’s not so bad. Now stop making this weird and let me just do something cool for once in my life—”

“I want you to do a streaming series with me!”

You stop, staring at Kenma. He holds out his phone, showing the screen to you—but your eyes are on him, round and disbelieving and then—

Your entire face flushes bright red, cherry like a tomato.

“Y-Y-You w-w-w-want to d-d-do a s-stream with me—”

“Not one of yours!” Kenma blurts. You blink. He curses, ruffling his hair roughly before he gestures again with more vigor to his phone, “This—just look at this.”

You glance to Kenma’s phone.

“...you’re doing a new stream series,” you say, eyes widening in awe. “It’s going to be on the secret, never played route for Water Emblem—see! That’s perfect! If you’re going to do that, you need my half of the game and—”

“I want to do it with you.”

You freeze, mouth falling open.

“I’ve been thinking about it since you came over to play,” Kenma says, quietly setting his phone down on the table—he takes on the tone that means business, the calm, lulling one he your hear him use on the phone sometimes to make sure deals are delivered and he gets what he wants. “It’d be a great idea, and it’d be… fun. I’ve been letting you play because I wanted to see if the style would be compatible and I think it’ll be more than fine.”

Kenma taps his phone again.

“Of course, you’d be compensated,” he turns it to you, “we’d split the profits 50/50 from each streaming episode. Considering my normal projected view count and ad revenue, you can expect at least this much.”

You look at the numbers.

Your mouth stays open, knees sinking to the floor.

“If you’re willing,” Kenma says quietly, “to take a break from your streams to do this series with me… I think it would be mutually beneficial.”

Can things really, really work out, just like that?

“Besides,” Kenma says, even quieter. You close your mouth, looking at him in disbelief, in awe, in reverence, and he meets your gaze with his golden one.

“The secret route is meant for dual players,” Kenma says. “Water Emblem is known for being a single player, but what makes it special is it needs two for this route… it… it would be a disservice to the story to do it any other way.”

You can’t help it.

Your scent and pheromones you struggle and try so, so hard to always keep under lock and key explode forth, nearly flooding the entire room. Kenma stiffens, going ramrod straight and grabbing onto the top of his pants as your happiness engulfs the two of you. You’re sure it probably alarms everyone in the hall or anywhere near. Your happiness crashes and lulls and your entire face crumples in disbelief—

“Is it really…” you start, like a whisper, “really okay?”

Kenma shifts in his seat. He pulls at the hood of his sweater, opening his mouth before he quickly closes it. He mutely nods, resolute, and you stand up, lunging across the table to grab his hands. Kenma’s face flushes a bright red, his body stiffening in alarm.

“Kenma!” you say. “Kenma! Kenma, you’re a godsend! A guardian angel! My guardian angel! You don’t understand what this means for me—you don’t know what you’re doing for me—”

“(L/n),” Kenma says, he sounds strained. You pause, looking at him with round eyes. “I’m… excited… but I need you…”

Kenma lets out a slow, ragged breath. “Please… tone it down… just a little…”

You tilt your head in confusion. Your eyes drop down, noticing the sweat beading at the corner of Kenma’s temple, at the hard, rigid look in his hazy, warmly golden eyes and…

A soft scent teases your nose. You pause, blinking in disbelief. No way. You’re crazy, right?

“Um, Kenma,” you say, a little nervous. There’s no way, right? “You’re… you’re a… beta, right?”

Even betas could be sensitive to pheromones. You were being too careless right now, you must’ve just been too much and—

Kenma rigidly shakes his head.

You blink, feeling very, very, very small.

“Alpha,” Kenma exhales, holding his hand to his nose, scrunching in on himself while he peers up blearily at you, eyes swimming with something you’ve never seen once in his gaze before. He sticks his wrist out to you.

“Uh,” you say, hating how nervous you sound. “C-Can… I?”

Kenma wordlessly holds his hand out to you, keeping it in the air. You tentatively step closer for a moment, sniffing lightly. His smell.

Kenma’s scent is so quiet, it’s no wonder you… you never noticed. It’s become so familiar, always felt so calming and subtle and soothing, but if you look for it the way an omega would, pheromones in tune and acute—you do catch it, just the faint hint of something sharp, the familiar, light tang of alpha and—

You quickly pull back. You open your mouth, close it, open it again, and then close it.

“I’m so sorry—”

“You’re fine,” Kenma says, quick and quiet. You mutely nod, mortified. Kenma motions for you to relax as he stands, grabbing his wallet. “I’m going to take care of the bill. Get… fresh air. I’ll be back—”

“You should let me—”

“You can get the next one,” Kenma says. Something in his words makes you strangely complied to listen, ridiculously docile, and you blink in surprise when you sink back to your knees and Kenma’s eyes seem a little warm, a little—

(Pleased?)

“I’ll be right back.”

“Okay!” you say jovially. Kenma nods, leaving you. You can’t believe it. This is it—this is—

The start of something great.

You hold your head in your hands, unable to contain your happiness.

Oh my god.

You stop, blinking again in realization.

BUT I’VE BEEN SUCH AN IDIOT, HE’S BEEN A—THIS WHOLE TIME—HOW RUDE MUST I HAVE—

You fall back into the cushion, kicking your feet up in disbelief.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid—I better apologize over and over—”

--- (change the chanel) ---

Kenma quietly steps out of the private room, sliding the door shut behind him.

He stands there, silent, basking in the faint afterglow, of the leaking, intoxicating feel of your happiness wrapping thickly around him, clinging to his skin.

Kenma lifts his hand up to his nose. He sniffs, once.

Your scent floods him.

Kenma’s tongue lightly drags up the inside of his wrist. He closes his eyes, briefly catching it—the soft, sweet taste of you against his lips, on his tongue. Kenma waits there, inhaling softly before his eyes slide open, thin, golden slits.

This would be the start of a fairly interesting partnership.

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