#he wants someone who will APPROVE OF HIM AND APPRECIATE HIM

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PRESSURE

summary: she got build up pressure from her folks, her friends and her peers around her asking that million dollar question. ‘When will you get back together with Jimmy?’ It would always annoy Serenity hearing that from them when her folks knew her and Jimmy’s past. Her folks believe that they were going to get back together eventually until she found someone new hoping that she could heal those scars that Jimmy had left until that one night it changed everything.

warnings contain: explicit content, self-harming, withdrawals, depression, a lot of build up pressure, cheating.

sooo mdni

Jimmy Uso x Serenity

word count: 7.2k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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again mdni you have been warned.

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Tonight.

That evening turned out to be quite surprising at her mother's house, as she encountered Jimmy and Jey there. This was all due to her mother wanting to spend time with the boys, including Jimmy, her ex-boyfriend. She found it hard to even look at him after everything he had done during their relationship. He had been seeing another girl named Trinity while he was on the road. I suppose it was her mistake for being involved with a professional wrestler who is always traveling, 24/7.

When she discovered that he had been unfaithful to her while he was away, it spread like wildfire on social media, leaving her mentally shattered. She had truly loved him with all her heart, but now those feelings have been overshadowed by anger and resentment towards him.

She believed he would stand out from the others, especially considering how devoted his twin brother was to his wife. She hoped Jimmy would mirror that loyalty, but once again, she found herself mistaken.

Serenity was feeling very low and started to harm herself with a lighter, repeatedly burning her inner thighs until there was nothing left. She eventually sought therapy and opened up about the struggles she had faced over the last two to three years.

She took her antidepressants to manage her depression, helping her stay grounded throughout the day. Yet, at night, her thoughts would often drift back to the pain he caused her. That was until she met Darren, who saw her for who she truly was and cherished every single scar she carried from her past. He became the light in her life.

 a energy boost that she needed. until tonight she had fucked it all up. she didn’t mean to. it happened so suddenly  Why couldn’t she just push Jimmy away? She had to keep it a secret

That’s what she was good at anyway, keeping secrets just to protect herself. But how long was that going to last knowing that Jimmy wouldn’t keep his mouth shut about it.

Serenity found herself pressed against the wall while Jimmy gazed intently into her eyes, attempting to decipher her emotions. He noticed her face was filled with anger, and she forcefully shoved him away, causing him to stumble slightly, yet he responded with a smirk.

Both of them noticed her phone ringing, and as she looked down, she saw that Darren was texting her, asking where she was at that moment. Guilt washed over her as she met Jimmy's gaze.

“You think he’s gonna replace this? What we got going on sweetheart?” Jimmy said.

“We don’t have anything going on anymore Jonathan that was a year or two ago,  what we did have is dead now.” Serenity replied in a stern tone.

She heard him chuckling while folding his arms over his chest, “you wanna kept tellin’ yourself that?”

His arrogant and controlling attitude was beginning to frustrate her significantly. She let out a deep sigh, massaging her temples, and then picked up her phone before heading out the bedroom door, eager to avoid any further interaction with him.

“You gon’ keep runnin’ away from this Serene?” That nickname that slipped from his lips as she turned her head toward him.

He knew her so well Too well at that whenever things like this get shaky between him and her. She’ll just run away because she doesn’t know what to do.

“I ain’t runnin’ I’m going to my man that’s waiting for me.” She said.

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her, “yo’ man? That yo’ people don’t even like?

“They do like him.”

Jimmy scoffed, “apparently not.” He kept his arms folded around his chest as she looked at him with confusion written all over her face.

She believed her family would approve of Darren, but as Jimmy pointed out, they actually disapprove of him. Their main concern is that they want her and Jimmy to reconcile, which was never going to occur after everything he had done to her.

“Maybe if my stupid ass mother didn’t invite you like you’re so god or something then they probably would’ve liked him.”

“C’mon now ma, don’t be like that.”

“They want us to get back together and I’m not letting that happen after what you did to me Jon.” She remained silent as she reached for the doorknob, but he suddenly grabbed her, pushing her onto the bed and holding her arms above her head while looking intently into her eyes.

Jimmy nestled between her legs, showering her neck with soft, wet kisses, attempting to remind her of her true belonging, despite her new relationship with Darren. She struggled to push him away, but the reality of his greater strength left her at a disadvantage.

He gently placed kisses along her jawline and then moved to her lips. She hesitated to kiss him back until his hand rested on her left thigh, where a sudden stinging sensation made her whimper, prompting her to finally return his kiss.

His tongue danced within her mouth, exploring every inch, a sensation he had longed for. The kiss was intense, reflecting his desire to assert his dominance and remind her of her place with him.

With all her strength, she struck him, the sound reverberating in her old bedroom. They locked eyes, both filled with intensity, particularly Jimmy's, whose gaze turned dark as a sinister smile crept across his face, nearly frightening her.

“You don’t fucking deserve none of this, you don’t deserve me Jimmy.” Serenity sternly.

He chuckled bitterly at her while nodding his head before he spoke, “and you think his ass do? You know you still mine Serene.”

She scoffed at him, “I was never yours when you went out yo’ way to cheat on me for the whole fucking media to hear about Jimmy you know what get the fuck off of me.” When she tried pushing and shoving him away he didn’t budge not one single bit as he just watched her struggle.

She continued to strike him and tried to shove him away until he grasped her throat, causing her to freeze in place, her eyes fixed on his.

Jimmy leaned in closer, their noses almost touching, while he felt his free hand lift the dress she had chosen for the cookout tonight—realizing that she wasn't wearing any panties beneath it, which made him smirk.

There was always something about him and that infuriating smirk on his face that drove Serenity absolutely mad. He started to rub her folds in circular motions, his eyes still fixed on hers, noticing how she began to weaken under his touch.

She made an effort to keep eye contact with him, attempting to convey that she was unaffected by the situation and indifferent, fully aware that Darren was capable of much more than he was.

That’s what she thought right? Believing that Darren was a much better match for her than Jimmy he’s a basketball player. But could he hit all the right spots like Jimmy do?

In that moment, Jimmy gently kissed her lips before withdrawing, observing how she gradually fell apart under his touch. As he slipped two fingers into her warm core, a soft moan of his name escaped her lips.

His fingers started to move in a slow yet quick rhythm, aware that he had her exactly where he desired. Watching her plead with those beautiful eyes of hers, reminiscent of a puppy, only made him smile wider.

He softly kissed her lips as they embraced in a passionate make-out session, sensing her body relax and yield to him and only him, while he moved his fingers inside her, his tongue exploring her mouth.

“You see how she reacts to me ma? Does he make you feel like that?” Jimmy murmured between kisses.

She felt the urge to hurt his feelings by claiming that Darren was better at this than he was, yet she couldn't bring herself to say it because, deep down, she still loved Jimmy.

“N-no, he d-doesn’t…” Serenity murmured back.

She sensed his smirk between her lips as his fingers expertly located her sensitive spot, something Darren always struggled to find during their intimate moments. Jimmy, on the other hand, repeatedly stimulated her g-spot, making her gasp and arch her back in response.

“Mhmm, I’m hitting that shit good. He probably can’t make you squirt like I do ma.”

He was right once again  Jimmy is always right when it comes to her.

He had gently bitten the bottom of her lip, tugging it before pressing his lips against hers more forcefully, all the while continuing to pleasure her with his fingers. Outside, everyone else was enjoying themselves, but she could feel herself tightening and relaxing around his fingers, as if she were a machine in disarray.

Jimmy shifted his lips from hers to her jawline, gently trailing down towards her neck. Her fingers were entwined in his curls, pulling him closer so she could listen to him guide her with his voice, rich and sweet like honey, a sound she adored.

However, he realized that this was insufficient, so he withdrew from her neck and positioned his face between her thighs. As he kissed her inner thighs, he kept his fingers deep inside her—swirling his tongue around her clit, which made her jolt, but she soon relaxed.

His eyes were keenly observing her response. He wanted to assert his dominance, making it clear that he was in charge and that Darren was incapable of doing even half of what Jimmy could accomplish. As he combined his saliva with her arousal, he marveled at the transformation he had brought about in her. The tough and stubborn girl he once dated seemed to vanish whenever he took control.

She longed to break free from this situation, yet she understood that it was impossible. They were far too entrenched in it—he gently sucked on her swollen clit, watching as her white essence coated his fingers, which made him groan at the sight.

“She’s dripping f’me mama, tell daddy what you want.” He groaned in the air.

Serenity couldn’t believe that she was cheating on Darren behind his back with her ex-boyfriend who cheated on her but at what cost?

“I-I…” she couldn’t form a sentence or a word out as she felt overwhelmed by his actions.

“You what baby? What’chu want huh?” His voice was taunting her in a playful manner, turning her on knowing how bad she hated him doing it.

His tongue danced over her clit and empty hole repeatedly, moistening his salt and pepper beard, as he enjoyed the sound of her sweet whimpers escaping her lovely lips. “F-fuck J-Jimmy.”

He looked up at her with his piercing eyes staring deeply into her soul.

“What? Huh? What?” His fingers quickened their pace within her warmth, the sound of his hand striking against her softness resonating throughout the room as he observed her attempt to articulate a thought.

“Fuck me Jimmy, come fuck me.” All he needed was to hear that, and as he withdrew his fingers from her, he noticed the white glow covering them before he pushed them into her mouth.

She twirled her tongue around his fingers, savoring her own taste while her gaze remained fixed on his intensely. Jimmy utilized his free hand to unfasten his belt and tear away his jeans, lowering them along with his boxers to reveal his impressive eight-inch erection, with pre-cum dripping from the tip.

He gently removed his fingers from her mouth and drew her closer to the edge of the bed by her ankles. Once he positioned himself between her legs again, he took hold of his cock and lightly tapped the tip against her pussy lips, which shimmered in the soft light of her old bedroom.

“Stroke this shi f’me mama.” She followed his lead as she took hold of him with her delicate hands, moving slowly and deliberately, which made him arch his back in delight.

Oh how badly did he miss this.

Her thumb glided over his mushroom tip, which appeared so beautiful; even more so than Darren's, if she were to be truthful with herself for just a moment. She did miss him; no, her body craved him, and there was something about Jimmy taking charge that excited her.

They both observed her fingers gliding up and down him, and as more of his pre-cum seeped out, she couldn't help but bite her lip, captivated by the beautiful scene unfolding before her.

“I missed yo’ cute ass ma, giving up what’s mine to that fool downstairs.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “what happened to shawty? Hm? And what you here to reclaim it or something?” There she go with her smart mouth that always got her in trouble when her and Jimmy was together at the time he would always put her in her place and remind her who run the show.

She stroked his cock in a fast pace hearing wet sounds coming from it as he let out a guttural moan escape his lips.

“Hmm, she wasn't you.” He continued on wrapping his hand around her throat once again. “This pussy belongs to me not him or nobody else but me.”

“She was never yours after you cheated.” Serenity was constantly going to remind him of his actions which made him smirk while chuckling—he removed her hand from his cock and brushed his tip against her moist folds.

He entered her deeply, and they both released a loud groan before he could fully move within her. His hand rested gently on her throat while her legs were spread wide, and as he began to deliver his deep strokes, she threw her head back in sheer pleasure.

Her arms encircled his neck as she savored his warm kisses trailing down her neck, softly moaning his name—while he moved in and out of her, feeling the wetness in his hair as she experienced the deep thrusts of his member inside her.

She let out a small whimper while her gaze was locked onto his deeply.

“Pretty, so pretty ma.” Jimmy whispered softly while placing a kiss on her lips.

She didn’t respond to him due to the pressure she was feeling at the moment while he watched her eyes roll in the back of her head. “How this feels ma?”

She held onto him tightly, having her eyes rolling in the back of her skull before answering his question, "It feels so good, so goood," she whispered back.

"Yeah? When I do this?" That's when Jimmy had pounded into her gushy walls deeply hearing his hips slapping against her thighs as Serenity felt this pleasurable pain inside of her.

“J-Jimmy!” 

He had a smirk appearing on his lips while they continued to French kiss each other having their tongues fighting for dominance against one another, as Jimmy continued to beat her guts in silly.

Serenity began to feel a sense of guilt and sadness about her actions in that moment, realizing she could have simply pushed him away when he kissed her or even restrained him by wrapping his hand around her throat to assert some control. Yet, she chose not to— it felt as though he was exerting control over her, almost as if he didn't want her to be with Darren.

She had a deep love for Darren and felt thankful for him, but her relationship with Jimmy was an entirely different matter. They shared a history that was irreplaceable, not even by Darren.

Their lips were turning into reddish purple color as they pulled away from each other causing Jimmy to place his forehead on hers.

“Nobody can replace what we had Serene and you know that.” His voice was low and deep when he spoke to her seeing her innocent eyes looking at him.

He was right once again  Nobody couldn’t replace what they had together  But she didn’t want to be stuck with a man like him that cheated on her so she had to move on

“But you can?”

“I didn’t replace you Serene.”

“But you did Jimmy and didn’t care but once I’ve moved on with someone new that ain’t you. Here you go doing shit like this.” Jimmy didn’t have time to hear none of that wanting to shut her up immediately 

He had wrapped his hand around her throat pumping his dick in and out of her while she held onto his wrist.

All they could hear was skin slapping against each other all over her old bedroom while the air thickened around them.

Jimmy had Serenity seeing stars at this point pummeled her inside of the bed like no one else would seeing her crumbling underneath him that's what he like to see.

It was becoming overwhelming for her as she tried to push him by his stomach to slow him down but he slapped her hand away from him digging his dick deeper inside of her gummy insides as she cried out his name.

“D-daddy!” She exclaimed.

Jimmy shook his head, “don’t run from this dick.” He slapped her left ass cheek causing her to whine. “This pussy belongs to me, her rightful owner.”

At that moment, both of them heard her phone ringing. Jimmy noticed the caller ID and saw it was Darren trying to reach her to find out her whereabouts. A wicked smile crept across Jimmy's face as he picked up her phone from the nightstand and handed it to her, while she shook her head in frustration.

“Answer it.” He said.

“N-no! Are you fucking insane?” His hand came down and smacked her left ass cheek.

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you to ma answer the fucking phone I want him to hear I’m good I’m fucking you.” 

With that she had no choice but to answer the phone as she heard Darren’s voice in the background and it hit her like a tidal wave of emotions betraying him like this. Jimmy had seen it; saw her trying to hold back her emotions while he was fucking her he knew he had her right he wanted her to be.

“Princess? Where you at?” Darren asked on the other side of the phone.

One thing about Serenity is she is a good liar and very good at it too.

“I’m not feeling well, I got sick.” She lied while looking at Jimmy.

He slowed down his strokes on purpose pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside of her hitting her cervix as he watched her crumble underneath him while being on the phone with Darren.

He had heard Darren’s voice on the phone, “damn princess you want me to come up there and take you home then?”

Home? Serenity and Him didn’t live together? Just like how she and Jimmy did when they were together. Did she double down?

Jimmy had leaned in closer so that their bodies could be touching one another while he placed wet kisses on her neck cupping both of her ass cheek from underneath her and began to speed up his pace causing her to moan out loudly covering her mouth in the process.

He had smirked against her skin hearing how concerned her boyfriend was over the phone.

“You good babygirl?” Darren asked with a concerned tone in his voice.

She looked at Jimmy who was waiting for her to answer Darren’s question.

“Y-yes I’m fine, J-just—“ Serenity was struggling bad as she could feel Jimmy’s mushroom tip hitting her g-spot over and over again feeling that coil burning up inside of her stomach.

Nobody couldn’t make her get this way

Only Jimmy could.

Serenity felt a knot in her stomach signaling that she was about to cum on this man, so she began rubbing her clit which Jimmy caught on removing her hand from her clit pinning it down as she whined some more. "I want you beg for it mama you ain't slick," at this point Serenity had tears forming in her eyes wanted this to end.

“Who was that Serenity?”

“N-nobody! Look I’ll text you later just go home for tonight!” 

With that she hanged up the phone feeling His grip on her throat tightened slightly watching her mouth parted open as he spit inside of it circling his tongue inside of her mouth. "Talk to me baby, you wanna cum?" He cooed at her as she nodded her head begging for him to let her cum.

“Fuckk, I miss you soo much daddy.” 

“Yeah? Tell me some more ma, does he fuck you better than me?”

She shook her head, “nobody can do it like you daddy, I promise daddy.”

“You promise?”

Serenity nodded her head as she kept him close to her body feeling the heat radiating off of his skin to hers as he fucked her like he loved her which he still did deep down.

He kept thrusting into her soft walls, feeling her tighten and relax around him, which made him groan with pleasure, fully aware of how much he adored it when she did that. Her creamy, sticky white essence coated his cock perfectly, allowing him to slide in and out of her effortlessly, like a waterslide.

His movements grew increasingly uncoordinated with each thrust he delivered, feeling the sweat trickle down his body as he pushed his hips deeper into her, completely losing himself in the moment.

“Fuck, I’m finna nut ma. You still on birth control or what?” Jimmy grunted.

“Y-yes, cum inside of me daddy I want it.” Serenity begged.

Jimmy had his eyes rolling in the back of his head losing control of all of his body cursing underneath his breath as he slammed inside of Serenity one last time as they both let out a loud guttural moan as they both came together.

She felt his warm seeds shooting ropes and ropes inside of her inner walls filling her up so good looking on seeing her milky cream mixed with his coating his dick so good.

He slowly thrusted in and out of her making sure that none of his warm seeds spilled out of her before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

Serenity’s legs were shaking and her mind was all over the place realizing what just happened between the two of them and how she acted while being on the phone with Darren.

That’s when she had pushed him off of her with all of her strength she had as she pulled down her dress staring at him with a stern expression on her face.

“What the fuck Jon! Why would you do this to me!” She hollered at him.

“Don’t act like that now Serene.” He said.

“I have every right to act like this! I didn’t want to do this with you! Why can’t you just let me be happy!” She managed to get up from the bed heading towards his direction and shoved him harshly causing him to stumble back.

She hit him in his chest over and over again hollering at him and blaming him for doing this—when she didn’t want this to happen but she did anyway. He let her continue to hit him in his chest watching her crash out right in front of him.

“I fucking hate you!” Serenity said.

“You weren't saying that when I was beating yo’ guts up now did you? I had you hooting and hollering. Tellin’ me that you missed me and shit.” Jimmy said 

She scoffed at him, “I only said it to boost up your ego, I didn't mean it.” Shoving him harshly until he grabbed her by the throat pinning her against the wall as her head made a thud sound on it.

She looked up at him with her innocent eyes locking into his hooded ones as they both stared down at each other for a moment—the silence between them hung heavy as they could only hear the loud music playing in the background of her parents backyard and folks laughing.

“You know you miss me Serene don’t fucking play.”

“I don’t miss yo’ ass at all Jon, you broke me and I don’t need you breaking me again.”

She removed his hand away from her throat and brushed past him until he had said something that made her stop in her tracks.

“You know I’ma run my mouth bout this.” That made her body cold as a rock when he said that knowing that Jimmy couldn’t keep his kitty shut for good.

She stomped towards his way grabbing him up by his chin while pinning him against the wall staring down at him with her eyes piercing down his soul.

“Utter one fucking word about this shit and I will fucking kill you.” Serenity could see that stupid ass smirk appearing on his face that she wanted to slap away so badly.

“Let’s continue what we need to fix Ma, and I won’t say a word to yo’ little boyfriend.” Shit was this the only way for her to keep his mouth shut?

She didn’t want to be near him  She didn’t want to kiss him Or for him to touch her the way he do  She hated it; hated it so bad it almost made her want to grab that lighter and burn all of her sins away.

She shakes her head, “no, no I’m not dealing with this in order for you to keep your big ass mouth closed.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I guess poor Darren is going to find out that his girlfriend which was my ex-girlfriend got fucked behind his back by me.”

Fuck fuck fuck that’s all she could think about she hated how he would just manipulate her and gaslight her into things like this.

She sighed deeply looking into Jimmy’s eyes once more trying to read his facial expressions to see where he was getting at.

“Fuck, fine. Fine. This is only fucking temporary to keep that fucking mouth of yours shut.” She said while removing her hand from his face, backing up in the process.

“You have my word baby, c’mere tho lemme’ get a better look at you girl.” He replied as he grabbed her hand, spinning her around as his eyes had been on her curves the way her black dress was hugging her body so good it did numbers on him.

She smiled like an idiot even though she didn’t want to show off her smile because he didn’t deserve it whatsoever but she ended up laughing at him showing it off anyways.

“You know you look good tonight ma?”

“Mhm.” 

“I miss seeing this, all of this.” That’s when he had pulled her closer to him and their eyes were locked onto each other.

She looked down at his lips and then back into his eyes as he mirrored her actions. Their faces began to move closer to one another as she felt his lips land onto hers softly—they passionately made out with each other with her arms around his neck and his hands rested on her hips.

The kiss was slow and deep as she could feel his tongue slipping inside of her mouth exploring every single part inside of her mouth—she wanted to pull away from and tell him to get the fuck out but she didn’t.

Deep down inside she missed him No, her body missed him; missed the way he would touch her and kiss her made her feel loved. It made her feel some type of way Some type of resentment she had for him

She felt her emotions slipping away through the kiss as tears began to fall down her cheeks as she struggled to keep up with him feeling her lips quivering with sadness, Jimmy could feel it as he pulled away from her lips seeing her eyes in tears and her sniffing her nose.

She backed up from him slowly not wanting to be near him anymore after having those flashbacks of the whole entire media about him cheating on her.

He stepped closer to her, “Ma.”

She held her hand up not wanting to hear anything else he had to say at the moment as she grabbed her phone and her purse that had her lighter in it which he didn’t know about her self-harming.

She looked at him one last time before heading out the door leaving him alone in her old room, she walked downstairs grabbing her keys from her purse as her mother and sister was coming up towards her.

“Serene? where are you goin?” Mrs Cooper asked.

“Home, I’m not staying for the rest of the night I have to get up for work in the morning.” Serenity responded.

“What about J-Jim—“

She gave her mother a stern look before her mother could even finish the sentence bringing up Jimmy as they heard heavy footsteps coming down the steps seeing Jimmy coming down just in time before she could head out the door.

And that was her cue to leave before he could catch up to her so she opened the door heading out towards her car that was parked outside.

She heard him calling her name but she ignored him walking as fast as she could to avoid him at all cost—tonight wasn’t her night.

“Ma! Ma!” Jimmy hollered.

She didn’t respond to him.

“Serenity! Serene!” That’s when she had stopped in her tracks turning her attention towards him as he ran up towards her.

Everyone including her mother and sister were looking outside the window seeing what was happening between Jimmy and Serenity—her mother didn’t seem fond of Darren because of how he acted whenever she was around.

He would never respond or even say hello to her when he walked in whenever he came to pick up Serenity. He was so nonchalant at times, she tried to understand that he was a busy person being a basketball player.

But for Jimmy he would greet her and even have conversations with her and that’s why she wanted Serenity to get back together with him because he was a gentleman and genuine person, she knew about what he had did and tried to convince Serenity that he was lonely but only ended up making things worse and caused a shift in their relationship.

She never talked about it with her.

“Mama, c’mon don’t be like this. Just stay.” 

She wiped her dried off tears from her face while folding her arms. “I don’t need to stay, there is no reason for me to stay here I need to go home Jon.”

“Have fun baby, c’mon.”

That’s the thing she didn’t want to do none of that after cheating on her boyfriend—and then kissing Jimmy out of vulnerability just made her look stupid feeling all of the hurt and pain that Jimmy had caused her.

“I’m good Jon, I’m leaving, I don't need folks questioning me.” She was about to open her car door until he grabbed her arm stopping her in her tracks once again as she started to grow irritated.

Serenity looked at him as she had seen him pleading with those hooded eyes of his for her to stay but she didn’t want to stay—the more she’ll stay the more likely she would head towards the bathroom to burn herself with the lighter especially being around him.

She was hurt like really hurt that he did that to her. She thought she was enough for him. She thought she was doing her job right as his girlfriend.

She yanked her arm away from him while stepping inside of her car slamming the driver’s door next to her before locking her door. She could see him still standing there as she fastened her seatbelt and placed her keys inside of the ignition before turning it on.

She checked her phone seeing messages from Darren almost breaking her heart instantly when she read them.

lova💖sent three messages.

lova💖: it’s him ain’t it? lova💖: I thought you were over him serene? lova💖: am I a rebound to you?

Her tears began falling on her face as she wiped them away quickly before texting him back.

serene🤍: it’s not like that Darren, I told you I wasn’t feeling good I promise nothing happened between him and I 🫶🏽

She placed her phone down next to her as she started pressing the button to the ignition as it began to turn on seeing Jimmy knocking on her window which made her roll it down just to hear what he had to say.

“What?” She questioned him.

“How long you gon’ keep that secret from him?” He asked.

That’s thing she didn’t know how long she was going to keep it a secret because Darren was already growing suspicious that she was messing around with Jimmy because he had heard Jimmy’s voice on the phone when he called her.

“I-I, don’t know okay? I don’t fucking know…he’s already growing suspicious…”

“Just come home then mama.”

“It’s not that fucking simple Jimmy, you fucking hurt me bad really bad and you just don’t get to walk yo’ ass in here thinking we locked in when we really aren’t.”

That hit home for him, he didn’t have anything else to say after that knowing she was right; him and her weren’t locked in like he thought when he came up in there all smiling and shit.

Thinking that he had her back and she was going to come back home with him until he saw that she was with someone else that wasn’t him.

She rolled up her window and began backing out the driveway making sure that she didn’t hit anybody's car as she saw Jimmy standing there watching her leave her mother’s house.

Once she placed her car back into drive she drove off.

That’s when Jey had come outside seeing his brother watching Serenity’s car driving off in her car.

“What happened twin?” Jey asked.

“Did I hurt her that bad?” Jimmy asked.

Jey sighed deeply while scratching his head, “what you think? I mean she seemed hurt and upset when she walked down the steps with tears in her eyes after being near you. You cheated on her so of course she is hurting badly.”

“It happened like two to three years ago Uce.”

“That doesn't matter, she could still be healing from what you had done behind her back, hell probably doing more damage to herself.” Jimmy didn’t understand what his brother meant by that but he shrugged his shoulders in the process while he and Jey head back inside of the house together.

—

Serenity was burning her skin with the lighter between her thighs over and over again feeling the heat burning her skin off as she relapsed once again—she promised her therapist that she wouldn’t do this again but she needed to do this.

To forget what she had done with Jimmy at her mother’s house and how she betrayed Darren within seconds just like a damn idiot falling for a man like Jimmy. What was she thinking? Her and Darren been texting each other and arguing at the fact that she was with Jimmy tonight.

She tried to convince him that she wasn’t with him and was just in the bathroom throwing up due to the alcohol—since she drank too much of it but Darren wasn’t stupid he knew that she was with her ex-boyfriend upstairs.

She was too tired to continue to argue with him about this so she placed her phone on DND and continued to burn her skin off—hissing at the pain that was between her thighs. As she was doing that she felt her phone vibrated which made her flinch seeing a text message from Jimmy.

She could’ve sworn she blocked his number.

She grabbed her phone unlocking it to see what he wanted even though she didn’t want to know, her curiosity got the best of her.

J💔sent a message 

J💔: mama c’mere so we can talk

She was confused as she texted him back.

serene🤍: wym? Did my fucking mother give you the address to my apartment complex? Go home Jimmy

J💔: please mama ion wanna fight with you I just want to talk please 

Serenity didn’t want to give in knowing that he was going to fuck her again but she was curious to see what he wanted to say to her—maybe an apology would be nice.

serene🤍: gimmie a sec

With that she got up from the cold tiles of her bathroom floor while putting on her shorts that she had taken off—she threw her lighter back inside of the medicine cabinet while fixing herself up before heading towards the front door.

She walked downstairs towards the door opening as she had seen Jimmy standing there scrolling through his phone while he waited on her to come open the door—he looked up at her with a smile on his face placing his phone back inside of his pocket.

She stood there with her arms folded over her chest, “you have ten fucking minutes to speak after that I’ma need you to leave.”

She stepped aside from the door letting him in as she shut the door behind them standing waiting for him to say what he needed to say.

Jimmy begins to say, “I’m sorry.”

“You're sorry? That’s all you have to say to me? After cheating on me with that whore!” Serenity hollered.

“Look I was lonely and things went lef—“ Serenity held her hand up,  shutting him up immediately.

She looked at him with a stern expression on her face not wanting to hear anything else he had to say knowing that was a damn lie that he wasn’t lonely—he was just making excuses.

“You wasn’t fucking lonely and you know it Jimmy, we FaceTime, did phone sex and everything else but I guess that wasn’t enough for you?”

He didn’t say anything, he was quiet as he looked at her with those puppy hooded eyes of his—he always did that whenever he was trying to get out of something and she hated that.

She scoffed while rolling her eyes, she was done with him they both knew that she was right.

“I fucking hate you, you fucking ruined me.”

“You don’t mean that mama.” 

That’s when she had shoved him harshly, almost making him stumble as she looked at him with a stern expression on her face—he could see all of the hurt and damage that he had done to her badly.

“I do fucking mean it, I fucking hate you now get the fuck out.” She shoved him some more with all of the strength she had showing off her pent up anger that she had been building up for years after he cheated on her.

And at the moment he could no longer bear it, he seized her by the throat, forcing her against the wall and pressing his lips against hers as if that could mend what was already shattered. She attempted to push him away by striking his chest, but he succeeded in restraining both of her hands above her head while continuing to kiss her deeply.

He didn’t like being replaced  And she didn’t either.

His tongue was swirling around inside of her mouth like he had something to prove like he wanted her to know how sorry he was—but was he really sorry? Or just bitter that she moved on and forgot about him.

Once her body relaxed to his touch, she felt him cradling her up by her thighs taking her over towards the sofa and she was now straddling his lap while having a messy make out session with each other.

“I hate you.” She murmured between kisses.

“you don’t.” He murmured back.

“I do.” The kiss was intense and chaotic, infused with a hint of roughness. Her fingers were entwined in his curls, while his large hands held her waist firmly. As she pushed her hips forward, swaying them rhythmically, it made him growl.

The way her clothed pajama pants had rubbed against his jeans did numbers on him like he couldn’t control himself whenever he was near her, it was like he wanted serenity to he his again without Darren in the picture.

She could feel his teeth pulling back on her bottom lip tonguing her down like he had something to prove—and he did. He wanted to prove to her and let her know that she was still his regardless if she was with Darren or not.

Few seconds later their clothes were ripped off of each other’s bodies like werewolves as he had her pinned down on the sofa pushing himself inside of her giving her his deep and slow strokes that she loved so much.

Her legs were pinned to each end of her hips as he pounded his way through her gushy walls while she moaned his name in vain.

She hated this But her body loved this and needed this. She didn’t want to betray Darren this way. She thought she was over Jimmy.

But damn it the way he touched her and kissed her like she mattered did something to her and that’s the thing she hated the most.

“Tell me you love me, tell me you don’t hate me mama.” Jimmy groaned as his hand was wrapped around her throat.

She wanted to tell him that she didn’t love him. And that she loved Darren. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it. To say how much she hated Jimmy.

“I-I love y-you…” Serenity whimpered as she showed off her puppy like eyes at him. “Fuck, I-I Love you.”

All they could hear was their skins slapping against each other as she could feel his cock buried deep inside of her so perfectly. Jimmy leaned in closer to her face so that their faces were close together, he kissed her lips gently looking into her eyes.

“Say that again baby.”

“I love you Jimmy.”

That’s all it took as he sped up his pace causing her arch her back perfectly for him as he held onto her hips thrusted deeply causing her to moan his name loudly.

His dick hitting her g-spot over and over again until she couldn’t take it anymore and her nails were digging in his back and her begging him to keep going like she hadn’t been fucked in a while.

She didn’t even bother to hear her phone ringing in the background with the caller ID being Darren calling her.

One Missed Call From lova💖 Voice mail incoming from lova💖

“Babygirl I’m sorry for assuming I’m just worried that I won’t be enough for you bc of your ex boyfriend being around you and I want this to work out. Please text me when you wake up in the morning I love you.”

She was going to regret letting Jimmy back in.

PRESSURE.

A/N: hiiii I’m back hehe 😉 with another Jimmy Uso fic idk it just something about Jimmy that just gives me ideas especially what’s been going on lately on Smackdown he just looks good dawg like un-unn.

But I hope yall enjoy the chapter lmk in the comments below.

NO YEET. ❤️

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introductions

[burekforsatoru]

my medicine

baji keisuke/f!reader | read it on ao3 something something… pretending you're sick so you can stay in with baji turns into some sweet alone time with him. wc: 3.5k tags: piv, smut, fluff, domestic fluff, fingering, soft sex, pet names, whipped baji, no use of y/n

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he knows you're lying.

perched up on the kitchen counter while he chops all the ingredients with the skilled precision of someone who's done it countless times before, you swipe away a ribbon of carrot here, a broccoli floret there, like a self-satisfied cat scheming how to steal her owner's dinner. he knows it's all a lie, that you're so full of it, but there's barely anything baji wouldn't do for you. so when you pout and tell him you're not feeling well and can't go out with friends, when your eyelashes bat so sweetly and sweep the tops of your cheeks and you ask him to cook you something comforting, it doesn't matter that he hears you giggling to yourself as soon as he pulls away and starts walking towards the kitchen. it doesn't matter that you rub your hands like a filthy little fly, scheming your schemes, because he's already decided what to make for you.

baji catches your little smirk with the corner of his eye every time he switches to a different item to chop, but he still won't say no to you. some strands of black are spilling from his ponytail, framing his focused face, but you break his concentration every now and then with a stick of red pepper you press against his lips, giggling as he accepts it, biting the tips of your fingers in the process. the overhead light of the range hood illuminates his bare torso — a bold choice while cooking, but it's the last thing on his mind — and you have to remind yourself that you're poorly, you can't think about these things, let alone touch him up while he's trying to cook.

having mixed the sauce, he lets you taste it, waiting for your hum of approval before continuing. he never misses, knowing his way around the kitchen from all the times you two have cooked together since moving in, and today is no different. as the steam rises, so does your appetite. he mixes the vegetables and noodles in the pan with one hand while the other is on your thigh, gently holding it as he keeps looking up at you to check the look on your face. he knows you were lying, the act forgotten as soon as your butt landed on the counter and the stove was on, but he always enjoys the way your eyes cover every inch of him, full of appreciation whether you realise it or not. it's the sweetest thing, really, the way he lets you get away with things knowing he'll get to cash them in later, and you'll never say no either. a perfect pair, so smitten with each other even behind the eye rolls, snarky comments, and loud snorts. because there's nobody else that keisuke baji would want to annoy more than you.

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"was it good?" his whisper is crackling in the semi-darkness of the room. the only clue that he has been awake the whole time was the constant movement of his hand across your leg while his head rested on your lap.

"hmm? yeah, you're incredible." with eyes closed, you can feel the position he's lying in. cuddled up to your leg, his body heat comfortable as it spreads up your body. baji's hands usually have a mind of their own, though, and this time is no exception.

"and you're a little liar, aren't you, pretty?" the cheek that's resting against your bare skin pulls up as he smirks. the callused pads of his fingertips slowly glide higher and higher, toying with the hem of your shorts before slipping under the material, making you gasp softly at the feeling and in response to his call out.

"i'm— maybeee…" he won't let you get away with it now, though, after he's already done what you wanted, because now it's his turn to get what he wants. and what he wants is covered by a thin layer of cotton, his destination already closer with every passing second.

"my lying girl…" it's his thumb that touches your clothed pussy first, starts rubbing little slow circles while he nuzzles his cheek against your thigh. instinctively, you part your legs, only enough to feel his touch better. "… if you're feeling sick, then we shouldn't do this…"

baji all but flutters at the way you whine in frustration, the most you'll let yourself plead for him not to stop. "wait no, i'm feeling so much better actually," you quickly add, "your food is like my medicine i guess."

he chuckles and lifts his head to press a soft kiss to the top of your thigh, keeping consistent pressure with his thumb on your clit. the little shocks that go through your entire body are what he aims for, needs to hear you gasping for more as he observes the way your thighs clench, your chest rises and falls with every quickening breath, your lips part to whisper his name — the sweetest sound to ever fall from them.

"might have to switch my major then," he smiles and presses another kiss to your thigh, "'cause i'm so good at healing people, too." tenderly, his index finger moves past the material of your panties and glides over your soft folds, collecting the little bit of wetness before starting to tease your needy hole. a little sigh escapes his lips as you part your legs a bit wider now, a reflex that always lets him know you want him. lines that his lips trail on your skin go up to your hips and keep going, covering you in tender affection while punishing you in the best way.

slowly. so slowly, baji's fingertip pushes into your warm cunt and stays unmoving. not even after you whine for more does he move it. his lips close around your pert nipple after he slowly pulled your shirt up just enough to do this. he hums around it, looking up at you with those warm eyes the colour of bronze. his sweet, lying girl, happy to make up stuff just for him to pay a little extra attention to her, but now he's giving you plenty more attention, and you still want more… he wants to give you more, too, feeling your cunt squeeze his finger like that, like it's demanding for more, damn, he'd give you anything.

folding so quickly, something he'll chastise himself over later, he pushes more of his finger inside of you, cursing when he adds a second and feels you adjust to him. he's straddling your thigh, slowly rubbing his cock against it while stroking your walls with curled fingers, his lips trailing away from your nipple and towards your collar bone.

"l-look…" you start, gasping as his fingers move languidly, curling up into that sweet spot that makes you lift your hips up off the bed. "i was jus' being s-silly—"

"mhm," baji interrupts, kissing your jaw before reaching up to cup your cheek with the hand that's not making you clench your thighs, "save it, baby, you and i both know you don't have to apologise to me." finally, his lips cover yours in a slow, gentle kiss, the sound of lips meeting together echoing in the room.

"kei…" you murmur against the kiss, pressing into another one with eyes closed, blindly reaching for his hair just to run your fingers through his long strands that spill from that messy ponytail. he hums into your lips, kissing you almost lazily while his fingers barely pump in and out of you, pressing into that part of you that always has you wiggling your toes. "come on, please."

"what?" he knows he's being a brat, smirking against your lips and nipping on the bottom one just to make you more frustrated. a strand of his hair tickles your cheek when he leans forward, pressing the heel of his palm on your clit to rub you slowly, still grinding on your thigh.

a little groan escapes him when you clench around his long fingers, almost like your pretty cunt is telling him that's enough playing around, there's something else it needs, and his cock rubbing against your thigh is not helping. in fact, it's making you more impatient, and he's not immune to it either. never has been, when it comes to your sugary moans, your warm pussy that only seems to be satisfied when he's stuffed you full of himself, when he gets rough and wild with you, playfully trying out everything and anything that could come to his mind because he knows you like it too. but something about tonight feels a little more gentle. even though he knows you weren't poorly, he wants to treat you, wants to comfort along a few of his signature jabs.

your brow furrows and he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. his fingers slow down and ultimately stop, pulling out of you and rubbing a few more gentle circles on your clit before he can bring them up to his lips to kiss. your slick covers his lips now, smeared all over his bottom lip as he pops those fingers into his mouth to clean them of you, never once being one to waste perfectly good food. with a rustle of the sheets under you, he slides over your thigh and settles between your legs.

his hands glide along your thighs, warming them up with his palms while he's kissing your soft pout. giving in, that's what he's trying to tell himself isn't happening, but whenever he's trying to make you work for it, beg a little, get to the point of desperately bringing him closer with your legs wrapped around his waist, he folds for you like freshly ironed laundry. with a gentle grip, but warm and secure under his palms, he lifts up your legs to angle you better. the light yelp that falls from your mouth feeds him, spurs him on as his hips grind against yours in a familiar way, in the sweetest dance that you do together.

it's the smoothest of movements, practised to perfection, in which he slides off his boxers and hooks his finger under the waistband of your shorts and panties to rid you of them. now, one step closer to slotting his cock into you, into the most comforting warmth in the world, he's pressing you down into the mattress, his mouth lazily moving over yours, swallowing, devouring your little whimpers, coaxing out more of them as his cock head glides over your clit and teases it even worse than his fingers did just a mere minute earlier.

"this what you wanted?" he groans into your mouth, just before taking it for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate, but still slow. like he's never been in a hurry in his life. like you own him, body and soul, and time stops when he's pressed against you. "didn't wanna go out tonight so we can just stay in doing this?"

your hands find their place in the roots of his hair, tugging, gripping, anchoring you in place as he moves against you, pushing you to lift your hips up and follow his rhythm.

"not quite," you breathe, pulling him closer, devouring the cheeky words that die on the tip of his tongue, "want more—"

"greedy." he smirks and you can feel the corners of his lips tug against your face before he kisses you again, stopping any and all efforts of you trying to speak.

"annoying," your eyes roll so deliciously, slowly and intentionally, the last push he needs to prove you wrong, to make you eat those words that he tastes on your lips, "do you ever shut—"

he's torn between a diabolical grin and a tug on his lip, the way your sweet, warm cunt hugs his cock never fails to make his mind go haywire. one thing that always has him lose it is the very moment when his tip pushes into you. the sweet little inaudible pop that's felt in your bones, the immediate need to slide all the way in until his balls are pressed against your ass, the darling whine that you give up, all of it makes ditching other plans worth it. sure, he may have been itching to go for a long ride with you on his bike and speed past fancy cars while you race with the guys, but the quiet of your room, the feeling of your soft skin under his rough palm, it's better than any adrenaline surge he'd get anywhere else.

"—up…" you exhale, no longer with a cocky smile on your face, no longer trying to cause a reaction in baji, because the reaction is right there — pressed so deep inside you that his hips grind against yours. small, broken moans begin in your throat and end in his, slowly being swallowed by his hungry lips that part yours in repeated kisses, almost making it impossible to imagine a reality where his lips aren't pressed against yours the entire time.

"baby…" he groans, pulling away and pushing in slowly, until there's nowhere else to go and you're clinging to him with your thighs around his waist. "we both know you don't really want me to shut up." the words vibrate against your lips, slipping into your throat like a spoonful of honey and you return the kiss to his cocky mouth, an admission that he's right, one you don't have to say out loud.

"mhm—" the retort dies with another kiss, lazy mouth movements swallowing anything you could say as his hips grind against you. snug like a tight embrace, his thick cock glides into you, pressing its tip against your sweetest spot, the one that makes you curl your toes and dig your heels into the small of baji's back every time, just like now. he lives for it. his shallow breaths against your lips turn into groans, turn into whimpers, collide with your whines, mix into a melody with the rustling of sheets under your back.

noticing how he gives up on teasing you, how his lips press love letters into yours instead, you can't help but giggle. a soft sound, a barely there shudder of your chest under him, and baji could swear he has found heaven. chocolate eyes struggling to stay open, but he needs to take you in. the lines of your face set in an expression of pure bliss, lips slightly parted and kiss-bitten, he can hardly force himself to breathe with how ethereal you look covered in kisses and moonlight, his absolution tasting so sweet as he fucks into you. giving in to the need, his lips dive in for survival on your skin, trailing love along your jaw, down to your neck where he bites to leave his mark. a blooming red flower over a fading yellow one, still wet from his saliva as he leaves another, smaller, just next to that one, making sure he'll be remembered by your skin, the same way that your warm cunt will forever remember him.

barely does he quicken the rolls of his hips when you press your heel into his back again, pulling him in to your own rhythm as you lift your hips off the bed. the shape of you two against the semi-darkness of the room makes baji's mind crackle with electricity, overwhelming his senses with the sight of you taking control of the pace, taking him for yourself, admitting with your movements that he's yours and you're his, and nothing can change it. nothing can erase the confessions made in the dark, witnessed by the universe and sealed with pinky fingers hooked together, lips pressing in a silent agreement. then, just like now, your bodies moving together cast some sort of a spell on him, casting him into an endless pit of utter devotion, to you, to your body, to your soul. enchanting him in every way, calling to him to kiss you again, and again, until your lips can no longer move. and he does, he aligns your lips together so he can steal moan after moan while his thick cock bullies your sopping cunt, at this point sliding in and out of it so much that he's certain it's imprinted on the very essence of you.

"mine," he groans, almost breathlessly, against your lips, teeth baring to bite your bottom lip as he reaches down to lift your leg up, angling his body to go deeper inside you with every thrust of his hips. your hands tremble in his hair, pulling him closer to you like he's leaving, but neither of you can let go of the other.

"yours," you breathe out, tilting your head up to kiss the tip of his nose before he claims your lips again, holding your thigh a little firmer, digging his fingertips into your skin.

"mine." he repeats, a chant, a mantra, incantation to never forget for whom your body cries out the sweetest melodies. your skin is so pliant in his hands, your flesh lets him hold you tight to push your leg down towards the bed, almost desperate to get so deep into you, to feel your pretty cunt flutter around him, to feel you get so high on pleasure that his cock brings you. he finds purpose in your orgasms, feels worthy when you're trying to hold in cries of his name, when your walls are hugging him so tightly that there's no doubt that every part of you loves him.

"yours." a binding confirmation from your bitten lips spurs him on, speeding up as he fucks into you. gently, unlike his preferred methods, because it's a need, not a want, to be buried deep inside you while your body whispers the secrets of the universe for his ears only. his hips hit a little harder, a little more desperately now as the tightness in his abdomen mirrors yours, a tangle of nerves and emotions that threatens to split you in half right there on the messy bed, on the soft sheets warm with your bodies rolling on them.

baji holds onto your leg and takes the other to hook it higher around his waist, pressing down on your body until he knows he's as deep as he can go, until you're folded over like the secret messages he used to leave you under your notebooks. he steals another kiss before biting his own lip, trying to keep his composure until he's dissolved you into a puddle.

"mine." it's more of a growl than a word, a plea to belong, to be told that you're truly his, that this is real. that the heaven under his palms won't go away when he reaches his peak.

"y-yours—" your stuttering voice breaks into a whine, the honey glaze on his warm heart. with curled toes and cramped up legs you tighten around him and grip his hair tighter, finishing with his name on your tongue, his lips on your lips. he follows you there, snapping his quick hips against your skin a few more times before he lets out a deep groan, emptying his pent-up need into your warm and welcoming cunt. he pumps into you a few more times slowly, lazily, making sure you have all of him, and his lips find yours again, dragging out the end for as long as he can.

noses pressed together, your breaths mix on the pillowy lips before they press together slowly. it's so tender, almost like you're afraid the moment will break and swoop away like a pile of ash in the breeze if you move too quickly.

"hmm—" he breaks the silence, stirring as he gently lays his weight on his side and reluctantly pulls out of you.

"shut up for a while longer." you crack a smile, blissed out despite the emptiness you feel at the loss of his cock from within you.

"bossy." baji murmurs, pulling you into a tight embrace against his chest, making sure you can slot your head in the crook of his neck where he can simply tilt his head to plant a kiss to your forehead and you can hear his heartbeat slowing down as he comes down from the high. "you gotta pick a struggle, baby. can't be bossy and a brat."

he only embraces you tighter when you scoff at him, your hands trailing up his back and down, up his arms and down, up his sides, wrapping around him while your eyes close. his hair tickles your nose, the long dark strands escaping that haphazardly tied ponytail that's barely there anymore, the hair tie precariously hanging tied to one singular piece of hair. the traffic outside your window gets quieter the longer you stay like this, the deeper you sink into the comfort of his skin against yours, his limbs tightly entangled with yours.

"you're lucky you're hot." your little jab earns you a tight squeeze, enough to make you chuckle before another kiss lands on your forehead, followed by a wet patch left by baji's playful tongue.

"you're lucky i felt a little sappy for you. won't be that gentle next time."

"we'll see," you sigh, feeling lighter as your mind drifts off, "we'll see."

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[impactrueno]

Do you think Beetlejuice's dislike towards kindness and sweet gestures has something to do with how overly sweet his mother and Donny can be towards him sometimes?

I think we can deduce that his hatred for baths and being clean in general comes mostly from the fact that his mother has always been so obsessed with cleaning, and that he often gets super jealous when people(mostly Lydia) start paying attention to anyone else that isn't him because Donny has always been the family favourite and he probably feels scared that he's "being replaced". so I'm always left wondering if any other negative traits in his personality could come from his experiences with his family.

Not saying that he HATES it when people are nice, just that she often dislikes it!

I'm probably reading too much into it LMAO sorry xD

Anyway have a wonderful day ^^

do we know donny is the favorite though? 🤔 i guess this could go either way, but whenever donny is upset he shows that he actually knows that people think he's annoying. that always gave me the impression that this might include his family for some reason. it's hard to say because whenever we see donny or BJ's parents, they don't really mention the other...but i get the feeling that if donny were the favorite, their parents would compare BJ to donny. idk. maybe it just never came up during writing. donny as a concept didn't exist yet when their parents were introduced, although they do return in season 4 soooooo idk

sorry i got sidetracked with donny LMAO don't mind all that, i was just musing

but yeah i could see BJ acting that way because of donny. mrs. juice is motherly in a normal way but donny is on another level of corny kindness that's sweet at first but it can get very annoying very fast. he's a non-religious ned flanders. if donny IS the favorite, then it makes sense for BJ to hate his attitude even MORE so he strives to be the complete opposite.

although it's also worth remembering that a lot of his contrarian behavior is just played for laughs and to drive the point home that he comes from a fucked up horror-themed wonderland where even he is considered a freak. he takes pride in being disgusting and horrible, which means he doesn't like being called nice or sweet. he loves all things scary and gross, so naturally he hates cute and clean things and is even terrified of them. it's addams family type of humor (but the addams are definitely more insane than him)

his family to me is fairly standard and not dysfunctional enough to make him develop these type of issues. his mother is obsessive with cleanliness but other than that she's a normal, kind but concerned mother. she's sweet to him but she'll lecture him if needed. his father is more serious and strict and doesn't seem very friendly at all, and all he wants is for this loser to get a real job, but you can tell it comes from a place of love too. and donny is. donny. nothing in the show tells me he seeks approval from his family, if anything he just wants to avoid them as much as possible so he can do his own thing unbothered.

so i think his issues stem from other places.

a key aspect of his personality is that he's a complete attention whore, and negative attention is still attention. he's annoying on purpose. but he also really craves admiration and has a huge ego, and that's where his jealousy issues come in: if he stops being #1 in lydia's eyes it means that the one person who genuinely admires him is admiring someone else, and that's a huge blow to his ego. he never knew that being appreciated felt good until he became friends with lydia, so if that were to stop, he wouldn't be able to handle going back to how he was before. also note that when he actually manages to get other admirers, becomes famous or powerful, he immediately lets that go to his head and lydia becomes an afterthought, because he's already receiving positive attention from other sources. this...toxic ass mf i swear to god it's easy to say "oh i wish i had a friend like bj" but NO YOU DONT TRUST ME LMFAO

anyway he's a jackass. but i'm not sure if his issues with jealousy and affection are abandonment related (this is more musical BJ's trauma) so i would say it has more to do with ego and emotional vulnerability. he's a lot lonelier than he's willing to admit. to compare, musical BJ tells you straight up how lonely he is, because he doesn't want to be abandoned or invisible; toon BJ will just refuse to acknowledge that he's got feelings at all or that he needs anybody, because that would mean showing vulnerability and he's too emotionally stupid to know how to handle that. he's kind of like a little boy in that sense.

characters like him who try to act tougher or meaner than they actually are, or insist that they don't care about anybody, usually do it to cover up insecurities and vulnerabilities. and emotional vulnerability can be terrifying!!

i think vulnerability in general is just one of the worst things that can happen to him; it shows whenever he loses his powers or is rendered useless in some way, he's immediately deflated and defeated and mopey and dramatic and lydia has to drag him around as she tries to fix things. it's one of his weak points.

it's also possible he's just. like that. antisocial behavior like his is often attributed to external causes like a dysfunctional family (which he does not have) or social rejection (which he DID experience in high school when he seemed pretty harmless, just unpopular) but it can also be just your brain being wired that way. or a combination of all of those things. like i said, BJ is considered weird even for neitherworld standards, so maybe that's just how he is. and he fully embraces that, even plays it up even more just for attention.

however ☝️

we do know that he's NOT fully antisocial and that he's capable of caring and showing affection in a (relatively) normal way and his friendship with lydia is proof of that. i say relatively because he shows affection with harmless pranks and scares, but he's able to stomach a hug if it's coming from lydia. note that he never initiates and sometimes doesn't even return the hug, he just simply allows lydia to cling to him because he at the very least understands that it's how she shows affection, so that makes him mellow out. but if anyone else tries to get that close to him he's immediately trying to claw his way out

he doesn't want his few (very few) good deeds acknowledged unless they come with widespread admiration and power. it all comes back to his ego with him. he wants to be rich and famous because it makes him powerful and allows him to receive positive attention without having to sacrifice emotional vulnerability.

anyway don't even worry if you think you're reading too much into it because as you can probably tell by this point, i'm kind of the same sometimes LMAO

[sonnysolis]

Sonny huffs out a laugh, short and unfiltered, caught somewhere between genuine amusement and begrudging approval? “Reyes No. 5, huh?” she echoes, quirking an eyebrow as she shifts slightly in her seat, one boot tapping against the floor now, rhythmic and faint. “Let me guess: top notes of ego, mid-notes of tire smoke, and a long, lingering finish of adrenaline and repressed emotional damage?”

She grins sideways, sharp and fleeting. “I’d buy it. Not for me—but to throw at someone.” She could already think of three people who'd be perfect for it.

As he goes on, though, her smirk fades just a notch. Enough to show she’s listening. There’s a subtle shift in her expression too, like she’s trying not to show it, but something about the way he says he's spent the last ten years working with this kind of weight behind it… she gets that. More than she wants to.

“Burnout, bad decisions, and a beach house sounds like the adult version of a cautionary fairy tale,” she mulls after a moment. “Minus the moral at the end.” She pauses, then adds, softer, “Or maybe that is the moral. That it just… keeps going. With or without the redemption arc.” There’s something like sympathy in her tone, but it doesn’t reach for pity—it stays level, like someone offering an open hand without any pressure to take it. Then, of course, because she can’t let it sit too long, she rolls her eyes at the crowbar comment.

“Listen,” she says dryly, “you don’t know what this jacket is capable of. It’s deceptively roomy. It’s seen things.” She gives him a playful glance, amused but curious, still peeling back layers. “So. You used to chase finish lines. Now you’re chasing... what, exactly? Peace? Purpose? A good playlist and gas station snacks that don’t taste like regret?" Pause. "Or are you just one of those guys who can’t sit still for long? Always gotta be moving so you don’t have to think too hard about what happens when the engine’s off?”

She doesn’t say it cruelly. In fact, it’s surprisingly gentle coming from her. Like someone who’s had that same conversation with herself—more than once, and not always at a convenient hour.

Then she shrugs, casual again. “Anyway. If you’re trying to reinvent yourself, you might wanna start with picking up fewer stray women off the side of the road. Not that, this one isn't appreciative. But, just a thought.” A beat, then her smirk returns. “Unless you’re aiming for ‘gritty indie reboot of The Fast and the Furious,’ in which case, carry on. I'm flattered to be a part of it.”

Jordan didn’t answer right away — not because he didn’t have one, but because Sonny had a way of talking that felt like a dare. Like if he came in too strong, he’d end up confirming every brand-name, cologne-wearing stereotype she’d just thrown at him.

So instead, he smirked. Lazy. Self-assured.

“Well,” he said, drawing the word out like it was a warm-up lap, “for the record, I don’t have a cologne line. Yet. But thanks for planting the seed. I’ll call it something understated. Reyes No. 5.”

His hands rested loose on the wheel, but his eyes flicked toward her with an amused glint. “And finance? Oof. Now that’s rude. I’m flattered, but if I ever start saying things like ‘let’s circle back’ or ‘we’re pivoting to crypto,’ I give you full permission to throw me out of my own car.”

He let her get a few paces ahead with the crowbar remark before catching up, turning to glance at her fully now; just a moment, enough to be bold, not reckless. “You want the real answer or the curated PR-friendly version? Because one of them has a clean arc and an inspiring redemption subplot. The other involves burnout, bad decisions, and a beach house I kept forgetting to rent out.”

He paused, more automatic than reflective.

“I’m a driver,” he said, tone dipping from teasing into something surprisingly grounded. “Race cars, mostly. Fast ones. And I’ve spent the last ten years... working.”

He shrugged one shoulder, casual again. “Took a few hits. Took a break, taking a break. Now I’m trying to figure out what version of myself still fits when I’m not chasing podiums or headlines.”

Then, without missing a beat, he added, “And if you do have a crowbar in your pocket, I have questions. Mostly logistical. That jacket doesn’t look like it offers a lot of storage.” He shot her a wink. “But hey. I like a woman with edge. Keeps the drive interesting.”

[madamechrissy]

୨♡︎୧ You Got Me Thinking Nonsense ୨♡︎୧

୨♡︎୧ Pairings: Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

୨♡︎୧ Summary: You're Suguru Geto's little sister, which means you've dealt with both him and his best friend Satoru Gojo being overprotective little shits for most your life. You've also been in love with Satoru Gojo that long, but he sees you as nothing but his best friend's little sister. Finally taking the steps to move on from the delusion, you decide to go on a date with a sweet boy from college, Yuuta. Only... then Satoru seems furious, even as Suguru finally approves of a boy. You wonder why he cares, and he wonders why seeing you with someone makes him sick to his stomach. Is Satoru, this overbearing best friend of your brother, actually into you?

୨♡︎୧ CW- MDNI/NSFW- Reader is 20, Satoru is 24- Reader is Suguru's lil sis, you're down bad forever, Gojo is a dick but lowkey sweet. Explicit sexual content, oral (m&f recieving) porn w/feelings and a lil plot, mutual pining, loss of virginity (reader's) rough sex, creampie, Satoru being a cocky lil shit. (Yuuta and reader go on a date but it's SFW, and just to make Satoru jealous) Wordcount 11.6k

୨♡︎୧ Comments/reblogs very appreciated if you enjoy!! ୨♡︎୧ Also happy birthday Satoru!! 🎂

You’ve had a crush on Satoru Gojo for as long as you can remember, there are just two big problems. Problem one- his best friend is your brother.

Being Suguru Geto’s little sister was not for the weak, he constantly chases any man off, big and strong and intimidating, your entire life. Even more so now, that your parents are gone, and even though you’re now in college, he doesn’t care, in fact he’s even more ridiculous. He not only scares every guy off, he is constantly dragging you around with him.

Every outing he goes to, he never lets you just go alone, even though you’re now twenty years old and he’s only twenty four. He acts a million years older than you, and he’s the most overprotective brother you can imagine. He feels it’s his responsibility to take care of you, he doesn’t even see you as an adult. You know he just loves you, but it’s overwhelming lately.

 There’s also another problem- Satoru Gojo is a dick to you.

He’s never done anything but pick on you, ruffle your hair and call you a baby, a little brat, little kid when you’re a whole ass adult, and all you can do is drool over him, all these years. Satoru was a little shithead to you, all through your teen years when you wanted to hang out, he’d throw you out of their room, he’d pick on you, pinch you. Why you feel something for that ass you don’t know.

You’d pined away so long, but finally Satoru has set you off.

You’d been dressed up to go out with your friends, sporting a little crop top and a pleated mini skirt, fishnet stockings with boots. You looked cute as fuck, spinning in the mirror nervously, Satoru has surely never seen you in this way, you think, in a lacy bustier like this, body on full display. You stepped down the stairs, and his icy blue eyes had gone wide.

He’d had pink on his cheeks, lips parted as you walked down, and you think to yourself, it’s like every movie, your moment. The moment Satoru would see you’re not some little girl, you’re not just Suguru’s little sister, you’re a whole ass woman, grown and your own person. And when his eyes trailed down your body, you felt your heart pounding in your chest.

He’s just sputtering when you bounce down the last step, smiling up at him, fuck he’s pretty, and he just gets better looking every year it seems. You’ve had it bad since you were ten years old, and he was fourteen, even then he’d been so tall and pretty, and even then he’d been a little shit to you. You’d gone from being jealous of him getting your brother’s attention to craving his attention.

“What do you think, Toru?” You ask now, and he clears his throat, blush creeping further up his cheeks, nothing like the confident, cocky jock he and Suguru were, the sureness of them with any ladies, who fawned over them.

“What now?” Is all he manages, as you lean forward a bit, hands behind your back, and your breasts on full display for the tall, white haired man you can’t stop thinking of in the worst ways.

“How do I look?” You ask now, feeling your cheeks heat up when those insane blue eyes stare at you, framed by a fringe of snowy lashes.

“How you look…” He trails off now, opening his glossy ass lips again, it’s not fair for a man to have such glossy lips or lush lashes, truly.

“Mmhmm. New outfit.” You do a little spin, popping a foot out then. “New boots. I think they’re so cute.”

“The boots… mmm.” He is staring at your fishnet clad thighs now, exhaling, blinking as he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Um. They’re fine.”

You blink now. “And I look?”

“Fine I guess.” He looks off, before looking back directly at you, glaring now, while you feel yourself close to fucking tears. “But you know Suguru won’t let you out like that, all… are these even clothes, brat?” Satoru tugs on your mini skirt, you smack his hand now, scowling.

“Yes they’re clothes! I’m an adult, he can’t tell me what to wear anymore.”

“An adult, hmm. Still a little brat.” He ruffles your hair and you smack his hands again, glaring now. “Go put on a hoodie or something.”

“You know what, fuck you Gojo.” He blinks now, before glaring back.

“Fuck me? No sweetheart.” You gasp, stepping back, feeling the tears start to form in your eyes. “Don’t… why are… are you crying?”

“N-no!” You turn now, swiping at your eyes, taking a breath, he literally turned you down, stone cold. How stupid were you?

Suddenly you feel a big jacket on you, and you hate how good it smells, that expensive, musky cologne Satoru wears, the one that drips money. Suguru did very well for you both, but Satoru had come from money, and you could see it in everything, from his Gucci shades, to his Givenchy clothes, and his Rolex watches, including this damn cologne probably $100 a spray.

You hate that it makes your tummy clench with need when he’s standing behind you, feeling his body heat almost, drawing you in and tempting to no end. You also hate that you find your thoughts drifting to him when you play with yourself, even when you have so many twitter links pulled up, no, it’s still him.

And now?

“I don’t want your jacket.” You say, slipping it off, and for a moment his long fingers touch your bare shoulders, you have to bite your lip at how good it fucking feels, a touch from him.

“You’ll get cold.” His voice is husky, a voice already deep and sensual naturally, now it sounds like pure sex.

“What do you care?”

“I’m your brother’s best friend, we both-”

“I don’t care, I’m not a kid! You’re barely older than me.” You turn now, shoving his letterman’s jacket in his hands, wishing instead you could stay in it forever, but he’s never going to see you differently, you realize now.

Never.

“What’s going on, you two bickering?” Suguru comes out now, and glares when he sees you. “Excuse me young lady, no. Get changed now.”

“Young lady my ass, Suguru you are barely older!”

“You’re still a little-”

“I am not a little kid. I’m over it. I’ll wear whatever I want.” Now Suguru is following you, he’s throwing his own coat over your shoulders, as Satoru is snickering, making you even angrier. “No!”

“Some creep will try to grab you, or worse. Where are you going, and who are you going with?” He turns you to him, violet eyes assessing your face, as if you’re some lying little kid. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

“I’m going out with my friends, I’m an adult, I have a car and a licence, shit I work at college! Maybe I should live at the dorm.”

“No, you will not. It’s not safe, you don’t know what kind of guys are there.”

“I’m grown, Suguru.”

He blinks now, violet eyes emotional, making you feel like shit. “You’re my responsibility.”

“I don’t need to be. Now here.” You take off his jacket, and Satoru stomps up now, shoving it back on you. “Oh fuck off somewhere, Satoru, go enjoy some boyfriend time while I’m gone.”

“I’m not gay!” He says, and you smile meanly.

“Sure you’re not.”

“Just because I don’t find annoying little brats like you attractive doesn’t mean I’m gay now.” You blink again, stepping back, and Satoru rolls his eyes.

“Lots of people think I’m pretty.”

“That’s why you should wear actual clothes. And why would Satoru find you attractive, you’re like family to him. You’re a little sister to him.”

“Fuck both of you. I’m not coming home tonight, don’t wait up.” You stomp out to your car, flipping them both off from your tinted windows as you drive to your best friend’s house to go out. Of course Suguru is protective, but Satoru!?

A little sister huh.

After that night last week, you have decided you damn sure will go out with someone finally. You have a date tonight with your classmate in college, Yuuta, he was sweet and a gentleman, there was no way Suguru could find fault with him. And if he did, so what, and if Satoru did!? So what.

You take the pictures you have collected of Satoru and shove them in that shoebox, the one with all the love letters you’ve written him and never sent, and kick the box under your bed frame. Fuck that, fuck him, it’s not as if he ever thought of you any different, it’s like every stupid moment was imagined.

Now you’re dressed tonight in a pretty little black dress and red bottomed heels, red lipstick on and your hair done up, earrings glittering and dangling as you catch your reflection. You tend to have a bit of a baby face, you always have, but how you look tonight is mature, womanly, body showcased but it’s still covered enough Suguru can’t say shit.

You hear the door knock, and you panic, knowing the two of them are going to try to scare Yuuta away, so you dart down the stairs, only to trip, Satoru sees you and catches you so quick you are left breathless. You’re cursing yourself for being so damn clumsy, as his hands are on your back, arms wrapped around you, steadying you to the floor.

When you’re in Satoru Gojo’s arms, you forget he’s an asshole, you forget everything but how good it feels, for him to hold you like this, feeling his steady heart thrumming against your breasts. Your nipples perk up at being pressed on his hard body, your tummy tightens at how badly you want him, when your eyes lock and you see his blush again.

You’ve seen Satoru blush a few times, but especially recently, it just makes him look more attractive even. Fuck he’s the bane of your existence. When he sets you down, his hands linger for just a moment too long, addling your psyche, wrecking your thoughts to just let him go, let the idea go.

His eyes glide down your body, mouth open, and you brace for whatever stupid comment he is going to say, but Suguru comes over then with Yuuta, and he actually smiles at you now. Yuuta has his jaw dropped, quickly clearing his throat as he clutches flowers he’s brought, earning Satoru scowling at him, for no good reason.

“You look so beautiful…” Yuuta says your name softly, brushing back his dark hair, giving a tired little smile, making you flushed under the praise, so nice to hear after constantly being around two assholes.

“Oh thank you so much, sorry I’m so clumsy.” Your heels click on the tile as you walk to him, taking the flowers and inhaling their sweet scent. “Oh you didn’t have to do this at all!”

“Nonsense, of course I did. Do you like lilies?”

“I do!”

“She likes sunflowers.” Satoru grumbles, earning a look of shock from you, and a curious look from Suguru. “Well she has them all over her shit, and wears them all the time.”

How did he notice that about you?

“I love them, thank you.” You lean forward, kissing his cheek, feeling Satoru’s eyes rip through you. Suguru tenses now, stepping between you both, and you sigh, shaking your head. “Do you want to get to know Yuuta before we go out?”

“I sure would. C’mon, kid.” Yuuta looks at you nervously with his sad brown eyes, and you smile encouragingly.

“I’m twenty?”

“Kid.” Satoru says, snorting, you glare at him.

“You all act old as fuck, I swear. Yuuta they’re not even a couple years older, and don’t be scared. He’s a softie.” You nudge Suguru, he snorts, inclining his head. “May the force be with you.”

“I really like you.” Yuuta says with a grin, and you giggle, watching Suguru drag him for ‘a drink and a talk’ aka- how your brother tries to scare everyone.

You are giddy as you look at the gorgeous flowers, heading to the kitchen to find something to put them in. You set the flowers on the counter, tiptoeing in your heels, to try to reach the cabinet. Satoru’s behind you suddenly, you feel his hard body against you, right against your ass, and you damn near trip into the counter, as he reaches up and grabs a vase.

“You show off.” You huff. “Must be nice being a giant.”

“It’s pretty nice up here. Air quality.” He’s grinning, and it makes your tummy do flips, you look away, taking the vase to the sink.

“Thanks. They’re beautiful, hmm?” The water is sloshing gently, filling the vase up halfway, Satoru stops you then. “What?”

“If you clip them diagonally they stay fresh longer.” He snatches up the kitchen scissors, of course he knows where everything is, Satoru is here more than he’s home. He uses those long elegant fingers to unsnap the rubber band the flowers are in, starting to clip the green stems.

“How do you know these things?” You ask curiously, he shrugs a broad shoulder, that dress shirt stretching over those muscles.

“I remember my mom doing it when she’d get roses.”

“Oh, that’s sweet.”

“I guess.” Satoru clears his throat, like Suguru and you, his parents were gone, which you believe is why Suguru and him were so very close, amongst other reasons, you’ve never seen two people closer. Even you and Suguru aren’t.

“I bet she was beautiful.” You say then, and he pauses, putting the flowers in the vase and arranging them.

“What makes you say that?”

“Look at you. Gotta be strong genetics. Oh thank you.” Satoru hands you the pretty vase now, eyes drifting down your body quickly before looking away.

“She was beautiful.” He says then, softly, and you feel it, his pain emanating. It is as if you feel it yourself. You gently put a hand on his shoulder, feeling him tense at the contact.

“I shouldn’t have brought that up…”

“No, just… I don’t like to think about it.”

“I get it.”

“Yeah I know you do.” His hand comes on yours, and for a moment you pause there, and you wonder… does he see you as the woman you are? He eases your hand off his shoulder, patting your head again with a smile, a gesture he has always shown you, and it makes you emotional.

Will you ever let this fantasy go? He just doesn’t see you.

You gulp now, looking away to where Suguru is actually laughing, and Yuuta smiles nervously at you. “Knew he’d love him.”

“You never dated. What’s the rush?” Satoru asks casually, leaning on the counter with hands in his pockets.

I want to get over you, that’s what.

“I’m twenty, Satoru. I know you think I’m a kid, but I’m not. I want things… to be desired, to be close to someone.” Your voice is quiet, Satoru’s snowy lashes lower. “I want someone to make me feel beautiful.”

Satoru swipes a hand over his face, shaking his head and stiffening. “You are-”

“Okay, okay, I like him.” Suguru says, and you bounce up and down, hugging your brother, he kisses your head and sighs. “You’re allowed.”

“You can’t tell me what to do anyway.” You stick out your tongue. “But, I’m glad you approve. Yuuta, you’re brave.” Yuuta laughs a bit, hugging you by the waist, Satoru’s eyes dart right there, jaw tensing when Yuuta’s fingers press into the nip at your waist.

“I like him too. What was your name?” Yuuta asked, and Satoru walks up, holding out his hand.

“Gojo.” He says, then he squeezes the shit out of Yuuta’s hand, smirking, but Yuuta squeezes right back, and Gojo blinks. “Damn, strong kid.”

“We’re not children, stop acting like the Golden girls. All right, you ready?” You ask, and Yuuta nods. “We’re out!”

“Don’t be out late.” Satoru says, narrowing his eyes, you laugh out loud.

“Oh jesus. I’ll be back when I get back, maybe go home, Satoru?”

“You need a jacket.” Satoru says now, and Suguru nods.

“You do need a jacket.”

“I’m fine!” Yuuta grabs his jacket off, slinging it over your shoulders, you smile gratefully, and you see your brother smile at you too.

“Have fun kids.” You roll your eyes as you walk out, hand in hand with Yuuta, and it feels nice, his presence, how interested he is.

“Not too much fun.” Satoru’s words are terse, however, not teasing. You peer back at him for a moment as Yuuta opens the door for you, blue eyes glinting in the dark night, before sliding in and shoving him in the back of your mind.

Yuuta is the sweetest, and you want to feel those butterflies, maybe you do a bit, but you can’t get Satoru out of your damn head. It’s like he’s right there, you’re unable to get rid of him, even having so much fun, even enjoying yourself like this, you can’t stop thinking of how he looked at you, how he almost seemed sad.

But how can he be?

Yuuta is walking you up now, you hand him his jacket he’d placed back on you, smiling as you stand in front of your door, he takes your hand and pulls you just a bit closer. “I had so much fun.” He says.

“I did too, so much. Should we…”

“Do it again?”

“Yeah?” He nods with a smile, tired eyes lighting up. You nervously step even closer, and his hands rest on your waist, you both stare at each other in the quiet night, hearing the distant sounds of cars whirling on the road, a gentle breeze brushing against your skin.

You’ve kissed of course, but it’s been little hidden kisses at parties you’ve snuck out to, or sneaking around at school, Suguru had been that strict with you. So you haven’t gone past it, despite your never ending sources of smut and porn links - you’re very thankful that you have a big house and Suguru is nowhere near your room- when you take care of things.

But… Yuuta’s hands slipping up and down your back are feeling good, when he leans down, you lean in and meet his lips, soft and gentle. You exhale, wrapping your arms around his neck, and his hands are pressing into your hips now, bringing you flush against him. His tongue slips in your mouth, and you gasp a bit at it, at how sensual he is with you.

“Is this all right?” He asks softly, pulling back for a moment, you nod, dragging him back down for more, until he’s pressing you against the wall, kissing down your neck, tickling your skin, earning a little moan. “Oh you’re so sexy.”

“Me, sexy?” You giggle, and he nods, eyes dilated when he’s cupping your cheek with one hand.

“Very. Beautiful. I am not usually so forward.” He pulls back just a bit, you bite your lower lip, hands running up his chest now.

“I like it, Yuuta.” He kisses you again, hands brushing down the sides of your breasts. “Mmm, Suguru will kill you.”

“It’s worth it.” You giggle again, letting his kisses wash through you, his sweet words, his touch, but your mind is flitting to Satoru, you almost feel terrible, but how can you? It’s not like he’s a possibility…

You wish you weren’t so pathetic for him.

“I can’t invite you in, they’d lose it.” You murmur, his hands are slipping lower down your back, looking at you for permission, you nod and now they’re slipping up your thighs, sliding your silky dress up, baring your thighs. Fuck it feels good, being so desired, and he’s such a good kisser…

“I could sneak in your window.” He teases, you grin, shaking your head, but feeling the thrill of him touching you, thumb brushing over your hip, toying with the elastic of your panties, you cry out softly just against his lips, when the door opens, and Satoru Gojo stands right there, keys in his hand.

You pause, he’s wide eyed as he sees you like that, Yuuta pulls back, clearing his throat, earning Satoru stepping up to you, grabbing your arm. “Time for good night, I think?”

“Whatever, aren’t you leaving?” You shrug your arm out of his hold, and Yuuta is bright fucking red, taking your hand and kissing it.

“Text me?” He asks, you nod then, smiling and stepping to him, kissing him right in front of Satoru, a brush of the lips but still, you feel something so petty doing it.

Maybe he’ll see you’re a woman.

Yuuta is so sweet and perfect, you wonder if you’ll one day shove those thoughts of Satoru far enough away. “Good night, Yuuta, I will.”

“Good night, beautiful.” You feel your cheeks heat up at it, turning when he heads inside his car, and bumping right into Satoru.

“Shit… go on, I’m safe.” You say, shoving past him, but he doesn’t move, glaring down at you now, towering over you, you’ve never seen him so damn mad. “What, gonna tell my brother I kissed someone? Snitch.”

“That was more than kissing.” Satoru leans down, blue eyes raking down your dress, still scrunched up just so, you tug it down a bit. “Boy probably came in his pants touching you.”

“What!? You’re so stupid!”

“I’m stupid?”

“You are. Think I don’t wanna be touched, Satoru? Think I wanna be a virgin forever because you and Suguru are so overbearing?” Satoru blinks at that, leaning back now, you cross your arms, trembling with anger and the chill of the night.

“And he’s who you want? On one date?”

“Don’t you even, I know you like the back of my hand. How often do you sleep with women? Plus I wasn’t yet.”

“Yet!?”

“Satoru why the fuck do you care? Your big brother act is getting old. I don’t need you to babysit me. If I wanna sleep with someone eventually,  I will.”

He scoffs now. “You don’t even know what fucking is.”

“Not with you and Suguru cockblocking my life away. But I feel I’ll be a fast learner.” You pat his shoulder, smiling and tilting your head. “Are you mad?”

“Me, mad? No. I just care about you. I just… want you to make good decisions. I just…”

“He’s sweet, he’s got his shit together. And he thinks… I’m beautiful.” You say softly, brows drawing together. Satoru exhales now, hands gently pausing you, tilting your chin up with two fingers.

“Who wouldn’t think you’re beautiful?” His voice drops an octave, then you feel it, the tension coiling, not sweet butterflies, no Satoru’s touch is destroying you, like a fire that you want to burn from. His words muddle your mind.

“You don’t think I’m anything but ‘fine’ remember?”

“What do you want me to say? If I say what’s on my mind I’ll be a shit friend, a shit person.” You blink rapidly now.

“What’s on your mind?”

Satoru’s hands slip down your body slowly, every bit of you responds, when he’s leaning so low, you can feel his breath on your lips, you can taste his sweet breath, feel your pulse pounding in your neck. “Last week in that outfit, all I could think of was bending you the fuck over, ripping those fishnets.”

You gulp now, vividly imagining it all, shaking with need, feeling your cunt dripping wet, embarrassingly. “Y-you what!?”

“And this dress? Unzip it slowly, brushing your hair back as I do.” Satoru lifts your hair now, turning you to where your back is pressed against him, you can barely control your breaths as his fingers trail over that zipper. “Kiss down your back, every pretty inch of your skin, until I got here.”

His hands press on your thighs, slipping up one, and you’re a mess when he presses up against your panties, your drippy cunt throbbing around nothing, letting out an embarrassing moan. He exhales at it, pressing long fingers up against your clothed clit as he wraps an arm around your waist, you feel like you’re in some Satoru Gojo fucking wet dream, damn near cumming from that.

“Wh-what… since… you never…ngh!” Satoru laughs softly, tickling your ear with his breath, sending shivers down your spine as you get wetter and wetter, shamelessly grinding against his hand, your own gripping his arms.

“Think I haven’t wanted you for so long? That I don’t die every time you run around in those slutty boy shorts you sleep in?”

“Then why… why…”

“I can’t, I can’t do it. But don’t think I don’t fucking want you, so badly it makes me stupid. F-fuck, feel how wet you are, that from that boy?” His voice gets darker, as he’s swirling his fingertip, coating it with your slick, your head falls back, eyes fluttering shut at being touched this way.

“Maybe I am.” You taunt, and he laughs, slipping his finger under the elastic, slamming a hand on your mouth to cover your cry, fingers brushing your slick folds, you almost cum, pathetic for him.

“Nah, sweetheart, think that’s from me. Barely touch you and…” He takes some of your pooled arousal, bringing it to his lips then, moaning. “Fuck you taste good.”

“Satoru what the fuck… do you know how long I have-” You both hear steps now, and Satoru is off you in a flash, leaving you a flustered mess with sticky thighs, panting as you try to pull yourself together.

“I can’t do this to him.” Satoru says, brows drawn together, and your lips tremble, breath catching.

“You want me?” You whisper, then Suguru opens the door, leaning on the doorway, assessing you both as Satoru hastily yanks out his keys again.

“Scare the boy off?” Suguru asks, Satoru lets out a big grin, so genuine looking you wouldn’t know it was fake.

“Of course I did, he was getting a little handsy.” You glare at him now, simply earning a smoldering look from him, before he waves.

“You little shithead.” You earn a laugh, and Suguru glares.

“Handsy?”

“Night!” Satoru bounces off to his sleek sports car, as if he hadn’t just tasted your pussy, as if he hadn’t just wrecked everything for you.

How can you get over him now? Is it some game to him?

“Handsy how?” Suguru demands, you shove past your brother, rolling your eyes now.

“Go to bed!”

“Excuse me-”

You’re off to your room before Suguru can catch you, back against the door, struggling to catch a breath. You yank off your heels, unzipping your dress, picturing his hands doing it. Picturing what it would be like to kiss him, to kiss Satoru Gojo. You huff as you lay on the bed, pussy aching, you clench your thighs together and cover your face, overheated from everything.

“What a dick. What an ass.” You yank your phone out then, dialing him now, and to your surprise he answers.

“What, brat?”

“What was that!?” You whisper, leaning up on an elbow, Satoru sighs heavily, you hear it in his voice.

“Me fucking up once, it won’t happen again.”

“It won’t happen again?”

“Why, ya want it sweetheart, my fingers on you?” You let out an unwilling moan, and he moans in response, cursing. “Do you have to sound so fucking hot?”

“Since when!”

“You’re his sister, you know what that means?”

“I’m not just his sister, I’m a woman, okay? My own woman.”

“Yeah, I know, how can I not? I can taste you on my tongue.”

“Jesus, Satoru.” You can’t stop yourself from reaching down, touching your clit, puffy and slick, crying out as you do.

“You’re not… are you… touching yourself to my voice?” Your hips buck up as you rub in circles, whining out. “You’re a slutty little virgin.”

“Satoru, I want you.”

“Want me, hmm?” His voice is too much, you can’t stand it, you nod though he can’t see. “Want me to taste you there? Drag my tongue over your slit?”

“Please, please, want it.” You’re moaning now, and he’s cursing, cock hard and straining under his jeans as he drives, cursing you mentally. He can hear your cries, picturing your perfect body as you play with your pussy, the one so yummy, so hot and wet. “Satoru…”

“Shh, what if he hears?”

“He never has before.”

“You’ve cum to the thought of me?” His words are a whisper, you don’t even know what to say, the entirety of this feels so surreal you have no sense of shame over it or embarrassment.

“Just… keep going, please I hurt.” Satoru practically drools as he pulls into his driveway, leaning his head back, hand rubbing his cock over his jeans now, eyes fluttering shut as he listens to your cries, picturing his face between your thighs.

“You’d hurt when I got done with you, would fuck your pretty cunt so good. Have you… fuck…” Satoru’s having trouble concentrating, releasing his cock, it springs and smacks his stomach, dripping pre cum all over.

“Are you-”

“Keep touching yourself. Fuck I wonder how pretty it is.” He huffs, and you bear his own gasps as he strokes his cock just making you drip more. “I hear how wet you are.”

Your eyes roll back at him. “Want you to. To touch me again, more.” You're gasping as your fingers move in sure circles, listening to Satoru stroke his cock in sync. “Want you… for my… first.”

“Oh my fucking- slip a finger in.” You nervously do as he says. Feeling your finger in your slick hole but wanting him so badly, it’s just a tease for what you want. “That’s it, god I can hear it through the phone.

“Satoru… jus’ come back.” You’re pressing a finger inside your little drippy cunt, panting breaths, breasts rising and falling.

“Yeah, you want me to come back? What do you want?”

“W-want your fingers. So long- ah!” Satoru moans as he listens, his mind going insane with images of all the times he’s watched you in your bikini, all the times you’ve bent over in front of him, remembering how wet you were on his fingers.

Fuck.

“Want 'em deep in you, so greedy.” His words just edge you more, and you’re huffing, oversensitive, not hitting what you need. “Aw baby can’t cum?”

“Fuck you, Toru.”

“I know, you want me too hmm? Break your tight little pussy?” You’re on the edge of cumming, while you hear him moaning, picturing what his cock must look like, it drives you insane, your pussy so slippery your hands nearly fall off.

“Yes, I do. Do you want it, to be inside?”

“Fuck…” Satoru’s tip is sensitive as he spits on it, mixing with the drooling precum, pinching his tip as he tortures himself with thoughts of you. “Wanna bury myself in you.”

“Ah!” You’re screaming out, covering your hand as the phone falls next to you, Satoru hears as you shatter, cumming so hard your pussy throbs, entire body sensitive, so sensitive just your sheets against your skin have you shivering. Your hand is covered in your own slick as it trembles. “S-Satoru, can you cum for me too?”

“Oh my god.” Satoru’s cock starts twitching as he cums so hard he can’t remember, white hot sticky ropes dripping all over his hand, as his head slams his head against the driver’s seat, jerking as he’s so sensitive.

“Satoru, I-”

“This can’t happen.” He says tersely, you blink back tears, so damn weak from cumming to his voice, to hearing him say the words you’ve literally dreamed about, that he wants you.

“You want me.”

“Yes, god how don’t you know!?” Satoru embarrassingly cleans himself up with napkins, cursing. “Got me acting like a dumb fucking teenager.”

“Satoru please just come back over.”

“No, because at this rate I’ll knock you up when I get in you, and your brother will literally hate me forever.”

“You don’t know that! And okay then we be sneaky.”

“You’re still a little brat. No.”

“And you’re a dick!” You get into pajamas now, staring at the mirror in your dark room, lit only by the little fairy lights hanging over your bed.

Satoru scoffs, swiping at that silky white hair as he walks into his home, cock twitching at the thought of you. “I won’t do it, this is terrible enough.”

“If you wanted to, why were you so mean to me!?”

“So you’d stop having a goddamn crush on me. It clearly failed.”

“Yeah, no shit. Fine, then I’ll go on another date.”

“What!?”

“No hope for us, and well Satoru now I’m so wet.”

Satoru glares at the phone, you don’t see it but you can sense it, as he remembers how mad he was seeing you. “You do what you want, we can’t be together so it doesn’t matter.” He curses himself as he says it, leaning over the counter.

“Fine then. You’re immature.”

“Me!? You’re a little annoying thing I swear. You have to forget what I did, what we just did… I can’t.”

“Forgotten then.” You say, choking on a cry. “You’re so scared of what, Suguru would love you even if we were together.”

“You just don’t do that. And I don’t date.”

“You fuck?”

“Yep.”

“Then fuck me.”

“Oh my… go to bed, brat.” You sniffle, shaking your head, hating how weak you constantly are for him, you hang up, slumping back on your bed and screaming into your pillow.

How can you get over him now!?

Meanwhile, Satoru slams into the counters, grabbing a drink and pouring it, throwing it straight down his throat.

How can he get over you now?

“Satoru! Are you ready for this?” Suguru asks, and your heart damn near beats out of your chest when you see Satoru Gojo shirtless. You've seen it here and there, it was not something one got used to.

His rippling, lean muscles make your mouth dry, you struggle not to look, arms covering yourself a bit in your bikini, while he stares at you in shock, eyes drifting down you in a moment’s glance while Suguru is snatching up bags and slinging them over his shoulder.

Your breasts are on full display in the bikini top, and Satoru can’t get his mind off it, that night last week, he’s avoided Suguru all damn week because of it. How he’s jerked it to the memory of your moans, and now he has to see you like this in this bikini that barely covers your tits, pretty and pink, popping against your milky skin. It takes so much not to tear it off and suck on your nipples.

He sees them perk up through the thin material, tempting him more, how can they not perk up when you want him so bad? You can barely formulate a thought in your head, when his muscles flex just so, and your eyes trail to his trunks, where you see the outline of his cock.

Great, you’re wet.

You quickly clear your throat when your brother smiles, bringing you the little white cover up. “Thanks.”

“Mmhmm, let’s go, Shoko, Nanami and Utahime will all be here.”

“You gonna talk Shoko up finally?” Satoru teases, a heartbreakingly pretty grin on his stupidly pretty face.

Ugh.

“You gonna get Utahime not to hate you?”

“Ha, no fucking way.”

“She’s hot though.”

Satoru looks back at you, something swirling in his blue eyes. “I guess so.”

“You guess so? Didn’t you think so like a week ago?”

“Yeah. Sure.” He only can think of you, little brat driving him insane, have you seen that guy again!?

“She’s pretty.” You agree, smiling brightly, putting on a show. “My friend Maki is coming too, and Yuuta will be here.”

Satoru’s fists clench, raising a white thin brow. “Oh?”

“Mmhmm. A full pool party.” The doorbell rings now, and everyone starts piling around the house, you grab the appetizers and drinks with Suguru’s help, greeting everyone as you all head to the pool.

Watching Satoru Gojo grill out was doing things, things that made you unable to focus, even as Maki comes, and gives you a big hug, so pretty with her emerald hair and glasses, her body lean and muscled. “Maki you look hot!”

“You look hot, baby. Oh, is that your boyfriend?”

“Not a boyfriend. But we went out. You’ll like him.”

“Give up on Gojo?” She asks, peering over, she knows you’ve been in love since you were a teenager. You sigh, nodding. “Suuree.”

“Oh stop. Yuuta!” You give him a hug, he smiles and hugs you back, lean and cut in his swim trunks, and when he sees Maki his mouth drops, though he quickly clears his throat.

Maki blushes, and you look between them, smiling then.

“Yuuta, come meet Maki, my best friend. Isn’t she gorgeous?”

“What!?” Maki hisses at you, but you see it the moment they meet.

“You’re both beautiful.” Yuuta takes Maki’s hand and she is bright red, you lean over to Yuuta’s ear.

“Think she likes you.”

“What!?” You just giggle.

“I’m hopping in!” You wave at everyone else before you jump in, and Satoru watches the way your ass bounces when you do, to the point he has to turn and adjust himself, semi hard from that.

You hop up in the pool, covered in dripping wet water, hair slicked back and sticking to you just so, tempting him to no goddamn end. It’s like you know it too, smirking at him with a bratty raise of your eyebrows. He holds the spatula and thinks of beating your ass with it, when Suguru walks up.

“So I thought I liked the kid, but look.” Suguru nudges his head, shaking Satoru out of his reverie, as Yuuta is clearly flirting with Maki, then he looks back at you, smiling at them.

“I think… She's matchmaking.” Satoru says, and Suguru sighs.

“I guess, but I was hoping for her to get a good guy, not some dick you know. He seems like a good kid.”

“Yeah, she deserves the best.” Satoru’s voice gets hoarse, and Suguru puts his hair up in a ponytail, tilting his head curiously at Satoru.

“She does. Not some shithead like me and you were at her age.” He jokes, smacking his shoulder, Satoru feels the words like a punch to the gut.

“I mean we’re not much older.”

“What now?” Suguru’s called over, and Satoru is barely able to breathe, Nanami walks up and takes over cooking with a tired smile, leaving Satoru to watch you, swimming across the pool in smooth strokes.

All he can picture is carrying you up to your little room and hearing those moans in person, making you moan. If he hadn’t touched you, if he’d just held himself back, maybe he could keep this in, but now you’re pulling him in, he’s a stupid moth smacking a fucking lightbulb.

Satoru grabs two drinks, cracking them open, sitting on the edge of the pool now and handing you one. You smile so damn pretty he’s dying. “Ah thanks, Toru, I’m old enough now?”

“I guess so. Fuck I was wasted in a frat house at your age.”

“I bet you were a slut.” Satoru glares, earning your grin, damn he’s sexy when those blue eyes narrow.

“You don’t know shit. Your brother was the slut.”

“What? No!”

“Sure was.” Satoru slides in the pool, you two are the only ones in there, and he’s dangerously close, the cold water chilling you as he warms you up, his gaze takes in the goosebumps on your breasts and how the water is just pressing them up more. “I’m no virgin but I’m not what you think.”

You sip the beer now, nodding a bit. “I was teasing, really.”

“You tease a lot, run your mouth all the time.” You scowl, and he smirks. “Wonder if I could put it to better use.”

Fuck.

Your body hums, stepping closer, your legs brushing against Satoru’s, strong and so damn long, and you watch him tense, but you act so casual, just sipping your drink, eyes locking with his. “Something wrong?”

“I swear to god you’re annoying.” You feel his hand on your back, taking it over with his long fingers, slipping lower where no one can see, grabbing an ass cheek and exhaling. “Annoying with a nice ass. And perfect tits.”

You’re flustered now, for all your talk, his hand is gone as quick as it was there. “Did you just compliment me?”

“It’s no compliment, it pisses me off.” He sips his drink with a scowl, then he jolts as you teasingly brush the back of your hand on his cock under the water, his free hand snatches your wrist.

“What, you did it to me?”

“You’re a slutty little brat you know that?”

“Hmm, am I?”

“Lucky your brother’s here, I’d drag you out of this pool and beat your ass.” You’re further turned on, he sees it, in your dilated eyes and parted lips, how your breasts rise and fall quicker. “I swear you’ll kill me before he gets to.��

Soon everyone else starts to get in the pool, and Satoru goes as far from you as he can, avoiding even looking at you, lest he has a stupidly hard cock in a pool with all of his best friends. The women there are beautiful too, but his eyes are only on you, his mind is overtaken in the most annoying way, you had the audacity to touch him now too!?

He wants to beat that bouncy little ass.

You end up a little overheated from the sun, deciding to head inside and chug some water, only to shut the fridge and there he is, snatching you by your arm before you can blink, dragging you into the pantry. You blink in surprise, also to adjust your vision, before gasping as Satoru turns you around, pressing you against the wall, smacking your ass.

“Ow!” You hiss, it stings so bad, but you’re clenching around nothing when he smacks your other ass cheek. “You dick!”

“That’s for touching me, brat.” He turns you back around now, bending low, cupping the side of your face, and your breath catches in your throat, hammering when you taste his sweet breath on your lips, lingering so close. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” You whisper, hand sliding up his bare, slick chest, his eyes slam shut, forehead resting on yours.

“Stop looking at me that way.”

“I’ve just hid it. You think I haven’t always wanted you?”

“You can’t. So stop.” You laugh softly, shaking your head. “We won’t do it.”

“What, kiss?” You pull on him, but he refuses to budge. “You don’t kiss?”

“I can’t kiss you, it won’t end there. I’m not that boy. I’d have my fingers in you at dinner.” You gasp as he slides your bikini bottoms to the side, sinking a finger in, you have to cover your mouth not to scream, he has to bite back a moan. “I’d have been licking you right in the car, have you on the hood of my fucking car, making you cum all over my face.”

“Satoru, please.” You yank on him again, and he’s shaking his head, sighing over your lips, knowing you’ll end him when he does, your cunt squishing so loud in the little pantry, as you soak him, and he slides a second into your eager hole. “Please.”

“Stop making me want you so fucking bad. Now.” He presses on that little spot in your gummy walls. You can't even see then, gripping him, dizzy as he studies you.

“I was swimming-”

“Stop looking so good.”

“Don’t stop!” You beg, when he’s slipped his fingers out, sucking on them and exhaling, pressing you against the wall further, a thigh between yours now, pressing up and making you gasp.

“I can’t do it to him.”

“Satoru who’s to say he won’t approve? You’re his best friend.”

“Ha, and not good enough.” You frown now, hands sliding up, wrapping around his neck, entangling in drippy silvery hair.

“You’re good enough for anyone.” He melts at your words.

“Not for his little sister, you don’t get how much he cares, he feels like a damn parent to you.”

“He’s not though. Satoru just… kiss me.”

“No I’ll be fucking you and crash the shelves.” You sigh frustratedly when he pulls back, shaking his head when you grip his arms.

“Then let me please you-”

“Jesus christ you’re a whole monster meant to fuck me up.” You snort at that, at his eyes bugging out. “You’re a virgin, you’ll be with someone special.”

“You’re special.”

“Fuck me.” He storms out, once again edging the fuck out of you, you go to chase him when Suguru and his friends are all walking in, and Satoru puts on the role of unbothered so damn well, all while he’s fucking you up.

You storm to your bathroom after making an excuse you don’t feel good, letting the hot spray of the shower hit, trying to focus on anything other than him, and his face when he thinks he’s not good enough. How can he ever think that!? You lean back against the wall, the water beating your skin, scalding hot on full blast, trying to blank your stupid mind out.

“No, I'm not mad at all!”

“But you went on a date-”

“Maki, I… I can’t get over Gojo.” You say softly, leaning against the door of your room. “I just can’t let the love go.”

“Baby, maybe just tell him?”

“I think he knows, but he’s too scared of Suguru to do shit, I am not sure he feels the same anyway.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t know, but how do I say- oh yes, I love you Satoru Gojo, I have a box of your pictures and love notes- aha it’s chill though!” Maki snorts in laughter over the phone.

“You need clarity or you’ll never move on. Are you really okay with me and Yuuta hanging out though? It’s like the only date I’ve seen you on.” You hear the concern in her voice.

“No, it’s fine, he’s so sweet Maki. I think he’d be good for you.”

“Oh don’t get so serious, just a movie. But okay, I believe in you!”

“You shouldn’t.” She laughs and you say your goodbyes, it’s been another week since Satoru had fucked you up again. You’re annoyed by his back and forth, you’re annoyed you can’t think of anything but kissing him.

You open the door then, to go get water, and he’s right there, making you gasp, jumping when blue eyes lock on yours. Suguru is out on a date tonight and you didn't expect him to be here, pouty lips set in a thin line when he looks down at you. You stare at each other for a heart stoppingly long time, just breathing, until his arm drops from the door frame, and he steps inside your room.

“God how much did you hear?” You whisper, Satoru shuts your door behind him then, the resounding click echoing.

“I heard all of it.” He says quietly, brushing a hand down your hair, making you tremble.

“That's not how I wanted you to find out.”

“Were you ever going to tell me? That it's not some little crush?” He asks, eyes darting across your face, his own chest heaving.

You look down, trying to find any words. “I didn't want to scare you away even more.”

“Is it true?” Satoru cups your face now, and you nod, tears in your eyes.

“Satoru Gojo, I have loved you since you first met Suguru. I know I was a kid, I get it, but it never went away. It's more intense, my feelings, aching to be with you every moment of every day.” Satoru stands there, listening, and you step closer, a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “I thought if I went on a date I could try to get over this, but you occupy all my dreams, all my thoughts.”

Satoru exhales, shocking you when he picks you up in his arms, holding you like you're nothing, your legs wrap slender hips, your arms around his neck. Satoru’s huge hands are on your bare thighs, as his hard body presses against you. You're so close to his lips, lips you've ached to kiss since you first knew what kissing even was.

“I'm in love with you, Satoru.” He exhales, his eyes swirling with emotions. “I can't stop how I feel, I have tried. I'm so in love with you, I just wish you could see me as more, I'm not a kid okay? I'm not just Suguru’s sister. I'm-”

“You're beautiful.” He cuts you off, his words melting you completely, his voice hoarse as he whispers. “I know you're you, I see who you are. I see more than you know.”

“That's all I ever wanted, for you to see me.” Satory carries you to your bed, laying you on it now, hovering over you, lips tantalizing when you run a thumb across them. “I do love you, fuck I think I always will, it just won't go away. It's okay if you don't feel the same, but you deserve to know.”

Satoru leans down, and he kisses you, the sparks from his lips like electric tingles everywhere, your every nerve ending is on fire as he does. You moan into his mouth, hands sinking in silky white hair, and he deepens the kiss, moaning himself, sinking low onto you, hard body pressed on yours. You're arching up against the thigh he has, braced on for support, gasping as it brushes up, firm and strong, bumping where you're so needy.

“You're so hot for me.” He murmurs, pulling back, before diving back in, tongue swirling with yours, and it's so breathtaking, the intensity in which your tongues meet. When he's biting your lips, sinking lower, on his elbows now, your tongues dripping saliva, so messy. Satoru takes over everything, long limbs too long for your small bed, you drown in him.

“Please.” You whisper, and he exhales, kissing down your throat, your chest, big hands gripping your breasts, you cry out at it.

“Are you sure about this? It's important, sweetheart.” He whispers, slipping down your shirt and moaning audibly. “Perfect.”

“I've never been more sure about anything.” Your words strike a cord with him, when he's sucking a nipple into his hot mouth, you cry out, pussy wetter and hotter against your shorts, he feels you on his thigh, dying to shove his cock so deep, you grind on his thigh as he sucks on your other pretty titty.

“So desperate, gonna cum from that?” He raises a sarcastic ass brow, and you remember, Satoru is a cocky asshole.

One that you love.

You roll your hips again, he gasps at it, leaning up on his knees, you whine. “No, get back!”

He smirks now, peeling down your shorts, revealing your bare cunt to him, glistening with your arousal. He moans as he looks at you, parting your lips and looking at your pretty cunt. “So wet already…”

Your thighs shake as he stares at you so intimately, then he's kissing down your waist, between your breasts, your tummy. You're whimpering and soaking wet by the time he's kissing up your inner thigh, breath teasing your entrance. “Satoru… you don't have to um… if you don't…”

“I love to eat pussy, especially when they're this fucking pretty.” You're dripping wetness out of your little hole, when his lips press, you jump now. “So pretty it'll ruin me forever.”

“Satoru!” You scream out when he slips his tongue up your slit now, nothing you've felt or done can prepare you for it, for him flicking his tongue on your engorged clit, you see him staring at you under lidded eyes, big hands pressing into the plush of your thighs. “Oh my god.”

“You taste s’fucking good.” He whispers, flicking his long tongue up against your clit again, you’re screaming out from just that, earning his little laugh. “So easy, I’ve barely started, baby.”

Baby.

Satoru called you baby.

Satoru called you baby as he’s grinning against your pussy, tongue slipping between your folds again, licking up your slit, your cunt is gushing down his pretty face, coating his tongue in your arousal. He takes a hand off your thigh, using it to separate your lips, slipping his tongue inside your tight little entrance, you’re falling apart under him.

Your entire body reacts to the sensation, your hands unwillingly pulling at his hair, hips arching up for more of him, and then Satoru leans up a bit, spitting on your clit, grinning as he watches it slip down your pretty pussy. “S-Satoru…”

“So pretty, look at her.” He muses, swirling the saliva around with your own slick, shoving two fingers in your cunt, stretching you so good you gasp out, then he’s using his tongue on you with them, pumping them in and out of your slick walls, pressing on a spot that makes you drool, closer and closer when he sucks your clit in his mouth, humming on you.

“Oh my- f-fuck I… Satoru!” You’re crying his name as your orgasm wracks over you, arousal drooling out of your cunt all down his mouth, his chin, he groans as he laps it all up.

“Messy little brat.” He huffs, grinning again against you, before nipping at your clit, the sensation of sharp pain only egging your orgasm on further. “Mmm.”

Satoru now holds your hood up, thumb and finger pinching your clit as he fucks you with two fingers, hearing the sloppy mess he was making your pussy, looking up to see your pretty face flushed and fucked out already. Your pretty breasts are heaving up and down, the peaks taut and begging for his mouth again. He presses up on your spot again, watching you fall apart.

“That’s it, you’re so easy f’me.” He teases, but you don’t talk shit, you don’t talk back like usual, no you’re just whimpering, your thighs tightening on his head on either side.

“Ngh!” Is all you manage, walls pulsing around his two fingers now, fingers deeper than anything you’ve felt, you’re so slippery and messy his fingers slip, he’s drinking you up, you hear him sipping you, devouring you, you’re losing it as his hand presses on your tummy, curling his fingers just so, sucking your clit again, bringing you to another climax. “Toru!”

“Mmm.” He finally lets you go, leaving you a twitching mess and smirking, charming fucking asshole over you, having so casually wrecked you, you’re so flustered when you see he’s glistening with you. You wipe at his chin. “You feel better, brat?”

“I want more.” You whisper, hand slipping down his abdomen, his breath catches at it, brushing your hair back, kissing you. You taste yourself on his lips, hands trembling as you unbutton his shirt, revealing his strong chest. “Please.”

“We can stop here for now.” You see it then, the concern on his face, you shake your head.

“I want you inside me. I wanna feel you. Satoru I love-”

“I love you.” He cups your face, eyes darting back and forth, your heart pounds so loudly you hear it in your ears, body thrumming and reeling from the orgasms, from his words.

“What!?”

He laughs now, shaking his head and kissing you. “I love you too, annoying little brat. I don’t have a box of love notes and pictures though, simp.”

“Oh fuck off!” You giggle then, sniffling as emotions hit, and he grins, so beautiful your heart breaks.

“You’re a regular yandere.” You laugh once more, kissing him over and over, slipping his dress shirt down his shoulders.

“I am no yandere, I just am in love with you, Satoru. How could I not be? How could anyone not love you?” His own lips tremble, but he catches himself, glaring.

“Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Make me sappy. Are you sure, I could eat you out every day all day, we can wait for more.” He kisses down to your breasts again, touching you so deeply, worshipping you with his hands, his lips, his tongue.

“I’ve been ready.”

“Masturbating to me?” He teases.

“Yes.” Satoru groans now, kissing you again, pressing between your thighs now, you feel his bulge against you, frustratingly inside of his jeans, you rub on him eagerly, earning his huff of frustration.

“Do you have to be so sexy?” He murmurs, pink lips glossy from your kisses, you nip at one, earning a breathy whine from him.

“Yes I thought of you, it’s hard to think of or see anyone else when there is a Satoru Gojo at your house all the time.” You unbuckle his belt, gasping when he springs free from his boxers, huge, long and thick, two veins wrapping around his cock from the base to the pink tip, all leaking precum. “You’re so big…”

“Did you ever do it while I was here, hmm?” He asks, standing up now, slipping off his jeans and boxers, and his cock slaps his belly button before it settles back, hard and throbbing. You feel your tummy clench again, he’s so perfect, but also…

“Will it fit?” He snorts, as he eases you to sit up, brushing your hair back as you stroke it, little hand nowhere close to covering any of it.

“We’ll have fun making it try to. Open your mouth pretty.” You eagerly obey, and Satoru Gojo’s cock enters your mouth, you taste his salty precum on your tongue, swirling the tip as he leans his head back for a moment, moaning.

“That’s it, fuck… mouth feels s’good.” You whine out now, thighs pressing together as you lap at him, sucking as much as you can into your mouth, but there was no possibility of deep throating as you’ve seen, at least not yet, Satoru Gojo is way, way too big. He’s pulling at your hair, thrusting into your mouth, groaning as you take more and more of him. “Did you?”

“Hmm?” You look up at him with dazed out eyes, drool dripping down your full lips, he smirks then, cock aching to slide inside you.

“Did it while I was here?” You feel your cheeks heat up now, looking down shyly, nodding. “You did!?”

“Oh shut up! Yes, do you really wanna talk right now?” He glares again, pulling at your hair, it feels so good, the pricking of pain on your scalp you moan.

“Tell me a time.” He murmurs, tilting your chin up, as you stroke his cock, aching for more and more of him as your eyes drift down his perfect, chiseled body.

“You’re such a perv.”

“Me? You were playing with your pretty pussy in the room next to me.” His words fuck your brain up more, while he presses you back down on your bed, kneeling between your thighs, you gasp when his length presses against your inner thigh, hot and heavy.

“There were lots of times.” You whisper, and he moans, slipping his tip against you, drooling tip pressing on your clit, you cry out, shaking. “First night was my high school graduation, after my eighteenth birthday, remember the party we threw?”

“Fuck you looked pretty in that little dress.” You melt further, eyes catching him as his tip presses just so in your entrance, you feel it, the burning stretch, almost cumming from his tip alone. Satoru cups your face with one hand as he leans on an elbow, lips hovering over yours.

“Y-you noticed?” You whisper, he smiles then.

“That was the first time I noticed you grew up, your little graduation cap and that pretty blue dress. Fuck… could cum from this.” He kisses you again, desperately, just staying there, not going further, fucking you with his tip, a ridiculous tease.

“Mmm, that night I imagined you in here, my graduation gift, all tied up in a big ribbon. Even better than the car Sugu got me. Ah!” Satoru presses deeper, eyes lidded as he feels your tight walls gripping him.

“In ribbon!?” He demands, you just giggle a bit, before whining out, he’s pressing deeper, your cunt stretching to accommodate. “For you to have your way with me.”

“Absolutely. Ah! Please…”

“It’ll hurt for a sec, okay?” You nod, and he kisses you so sweetly then, a hand sliding down the curves of your body to your thigh, then he shoves past the little barrier, nestling himself in your snug entrance, you scream out at it, tears pricking your eyes at the pain, he pauses, cursing. “Fuck, you okay? Breathe.”

“S’big… so full…” You feel too full, never anything like it, Satoru’s about halfway in and already you don’t know if you can take him. He kisses you, slipping his hand between you both, thumb pressing against your swollen clit. “T-Toru!”

“That’s it, relax, breathe. You’re too tight, please.” He lets out a strangled sound, as you grip him so good he could bust right there, fucking embarrassing. He looks at your pretty face, hating the tears in your eyes, he wants it to be so good for you, he eases out then sinks back in, easier as he plays, and you let out a moan. “Good girl, listening for once.”

You sniffle and smile tremulously, before your eyes roll back in your skull, mouth in an O, and Satoru’s sinking deeper in your cunt, gushing around his cock, feeling him fill you so good as his fingers work your clit. Soon it starts to feel so fucking good, you’re gasping, arching your hips up, earning his snowy lashes fluttering shut before he slams his lips on yours.

“Feel so fuckin’ perfect, baby, she’s tryna milk me already.” He huffs, starting to pump into you, continuing the circles, your velvety walls suck him in greedily as he fucks you deeper, sinking almost balls deep, tip smashing your cervix. “Oh my god, I feel it, cum on me please.”

His little whimper and his plea end you, you cum so hard you’re seeing stars, your pussy spasming around his cock, your orgasm so intense it’s like your whole body is seizing. You’re twitching embarrassingly as his thumb stops its circles, and Satoru is panting, his breath hot against your cheek as he kisses your neck, his cock still buried to the hilt inside of you, not moving now.

“You’re perfect, doing such a good job.” He whispers, his voice strained and full of emotion, his kisses sloppier as feels you ride out the aftershocks. 

“M’just laying here, you’re doing the work.” You mumble, he laughs then softly, grinning at you.

“Next time, on your knees. Ah- f-fuck…” He’s groaning as he bottoms out, balls smacking on your ass, you hear the sounds of it as he’s flushing on top of you, eyes getting darker and darker. “Then, on top the third time.”

“Y-yeah?” You whisper, and he moans, nodding before kissing you again, fingers dipping into the jut of your hips, he pulls back on his knees, hand on your white headboard, rolling his hips and making every abdominal tense, as you look down, seeing him in your tummy, bulging. “Is that… your…”

“Ha, look at it. Fucking you so deep, feel me there?” He takes your hand, pressing it on your tummy, and you feel him, his movements slower, sweat dripping down his porcelain skin, dripping onto your lips as he works you.

“I feel you everywhere.” Your words ignite something in him, the nostrils of that thin perfect nose flare.

"I can't hold back baby, can you take it harder?" His voice is strangled, you nod eagerly.

"Y-yes, I can." You gasp out, still panting, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. "I want it, I need it, all of you."

"Fuck…" Satoru groans, his eyes darkening even more, pupils huge as he pulls back a bit before slamming back into you, making you scream out again at the sensation, it hurts so fucking good. “Hang on t’me baby.”

Your hands grip his shoulders, pressing in, then he leans down, and his hips begin to piston, his cock makes you feel like you’re going to split in half, but it’s so good you crave more, weakly whining out. You wrap your legs around his waist, trying to keep him as deep as possible, your nails digging into his back, leaving crescent marks, earning his hiss of pain.

“Brat.” He huffs, you just whimper, hearing the sounds of his pelvis slamming you, and you feel another orgasm building, your pussy clenching around his shaft, your walls fluttering. Satoru’s eyes widen, feeling your muscles tightening around him. "You gonna cum again? You’re so easy."

"F-fuck off… just… y-yes, fuck yes!" You scream, your body shaking as he picks up the pace, his cock hitting that spot, tip dragging on it over and over, you’re a drippy mess down his cock, your thighs, dripping down your ass to the bed as he works you, pounding your pussy. You cum again, harder than the first time, crying it’s so good, burying your face into his neck, shaking from it.

“Oh my god…” Satoru feels his own climax approaching, his movements becoming erratic and desperate. "I'm gonna fill you up, baby, so full of me. Fill your pretty pussy, yeah?"

“Please, please.” You beg, sniffling, tears so pretty from the pleasure, from the overwhelming feelings you have as he pounds you.

“Can you take it?” He asks, shoving your thighs up high, until you’re bent in half, so small under him, the bed is small compared to him, hands pressing into your thighs and squeezing almost painfully as his cock works you, fucking harder and harder, you watch him come apart over you.

“I can, I can.” He moans, leaning over you, cock bottoming out balls deep, you do feel him everywhere, when he slams into you one last time, his cock swelling and releasing hot ropes of cum inside of you, filling you to the brim with him.

“Baby… filling you s’fucking much. Fuck.” You’re cumming just from his heat inside you, from him throbbing inside you so deep, kissing you, you cling to him, thighs shaking around his hips, while he pumps it in and out of you.

“Oh my god...” You whisper weakly, eyes fluttering shut, struggling to keep them open.

“You’re so fucked out. Cute.” He huffs, and you glare, earning his chuckle as he lays on top of you, his weight pressing you into the bed, his heart hammering against your chest. "That was..." He can't even find the words, his breathing ragged while he stares at you, brushing back your hair.

"Amazing." You whisper, stroking his sweat-slicked hair back too.

He lifts himself up, looking into your eyes. "It was more than that. I’ve never felt anything like you.”

You heat up at his praise, and he watches you with a lazy smirk, kissing down your chest, to your breasts, so sensitive, every bit of you is, his cum dripping out of your pussy along with your own. “Can we do it again?”

“What a fiend, give me a minute!” You grin up at him, so beautiful fuck you make his heart ache, his cock already having blood rush through it when he slips out, fluids pouring from your hole as he does. You look down nervously.

“Oh it’s…”

“Shh, lemme clean you up.” You nod nervously, and Satoru runs out to the bathroom, running back and cleaning you up carefully, kissing you between each gentle wipe of your pussy, you feel the soreness set in, but it’s delicious. “Only happens once, okay?”

“It doesn’t bother you?” Your brows draw together, he shakes his head, finishing cleaning you up, kissing your pussy now, and you feel her throbbing again for him. “I don’t think I’ll get enough of this.”

“Neither will I. That's why I tried to avoid this.” He exhales, kissing your hood, darting his tongue out to circle your clit again, you scream out, pulling on his hair, and it urges him on, as he starts tasting his own cum mixing with yours on his tongue.

“Toru! Y-yes!”

“What the fuck!?” You both hear it then, Suguru slamming the door, and you separate quickly, Satoru’s jumping into his jeans, falling backwards as you hastily slide up your shorts, grabbing your twisted tank top and yanking it over your tits as you hear footsteps up the stairs.

“We’re screwed.” Satoru grumbles, kissing your lips deeply, and you cling to him as your brother walks up into the room, furious.

 “Satoru Gojo, what the fuck are you doing with my sister!?”

“A kiss before I die.” Satoru asks, tilting up your chin, and you kiss him eagerly as he’s dragged off you by Suguru, but Satoru and you both can’t stop the stupid fucked out grins on your faces even as Suguru loses his shit.

A/N- this was a request fill for you loving your big brother's best friend, so ofc I made it Suguru lol! <3 Hope you enjoyed! Tagging below!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61154809

[sooniebby]

hello, if you still take requests, please hear me out

reader is roommates with a guy. a rather hot guy, to be honest

reader is in denial whenever someone asks if he's attracted to his roommate, but it's obvious he is, he can't take his eyes off him... taking quick looks at his crotch...

anyways, unfortunately the room only has one bed, in which they sleep on together. normally, they sleep each on each side of the bed, but tonight, roommate hugs reader from behind, sleeping spooning

reader won't admit, but he's sooo horny. he just lowers his hand and starts jerking off right there and then, careful not to wake roommate up

little does he know his roommate was just pretending to be asleep and is well sure of what he's doing. now, roommate will show reader what he's made of

would you mind writing something like this?

ఌ 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

W.C › 9.2k

Warnings › this is a random oc. Bottom male reader!!! Changed a few parts of the plot and added kinks since there wasn’t any. Get ready for me using song lyrics, just for a little bit. Anything not translated will be translated at the ending notes. if I have any Korean wrong correct me! I appreciate feedback, I’m not fluent!

Kinks › dubcon, lite somnophilia, dom/sub, manhandling, predator/prey, size difference, blood, possessiveness, dacryphilia

Words to know › 자기야 (jagiya/jagi) means “baby/sweetie”. 선배 (seonbae) title for someone older in school/work. 형 (hyung/hyeong) name for older male from a younger male. 아/야 (a/ya) showing closeness to someone. 동생 (Dongsaeng) little brother/sister, doesn’t have to be a biological sibling/can be a friend.

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❝ 김진우 ❞

Those words were practically all that you heard these days. You know, when you originally came to this university, you had big plans. Plans to date as much as possible. Finally lose your virginity!

But they’re nothing important compared to who you unfortunately got paired to dorm with.

Kim Jinu.

A third year at your university. You felt bitter, to say the least. Of course you would have to unlucky chance of being paired with an upperclassman than another freshman. Gah, you wanted to cry.

Anyone that came up to you was always asking about Mister Kim Jinu! What about you?! You were handsome too!

Well, you were a potato next to Jinu.

The Korean beauty standards just had to pick favorites.

A slow soft sigh left your lips as you stared at your empty screen in front of you. Your fingers twiddled with your pen before you leaned over and pressed it against the screen, attempting to finish the outline of your sketch. You were an art major, dreaming of being an animator or even a comic book artist.

Much to your parents dismay. You haven’t had your mother’s signature kimchi in almost two months now due to your choice. But you tried not to dwell on it! You wanted to be happy.

And if being a starving artist is the only way, so be it!

Speaking of starving….

Your stomach growled as you whined and tossed the pen onto the desk, lying back in your chair as you swirled around. You’d have better luck being a Kpop idol at this point. Maybe it’s not too late. Who doesn’t like a filler member?

You glance in the small circle mirror resting on your desk and probe at your cheeks. Plastic surgery isn’t too much, right? Maybe a slimmer nose? Double eyelids?

“(Name) Oppa..? What are you doing?”

A shriek left your lips as you looked back at Cho Yoona, your classmate. A tight smile pulled on your lips as you took the iced coffee she had in her hands.

“Nothing, nothing. Oppa is just having a mental breakdown.” You said, quickly taking a sip of your coffee to gain some energy back.

Yoona grabbed a chair and pulled it close to your desk, sitting down next to you. “Hm. What are you doing now?”

“Ah? Well, the theme was something out of our comfort zone, so I was trying to create… uh… nude portraits..”

“Huh? Nude? Will Professor Lee Hyunki approve that?”

You shrugged, placing the coffee down onto the desk. “I have a backup plan. I haven’t been able to get in touch with him anyway.” A groan left your throat as you saved your draft before shutting off your computer. “Anyway, let’s go. It’s getting late.”

As you and Yoona packed up, she suddenly looked over to you with a big smirk.

“Oppa… are you… close to Kim Jinu Seonbae?” She asked, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“No.” You quickly said, rolling your eyes. “We’re just roommates. Not close at all.”

“Oh.” She muttered, pouting. “You’re lucky, Oppa. You get to be so close to Jinu Seonbae. Isn’t he handsome up close?” She squealed, clutching her notebook tight against her chest. “I’d die if I get to see him right after he takes a shower!!!”

“Get your mind out of the gutter.” You muttered, playfully flicking her forehead. The two of you left the classroom, turning off the lights and closing the door.

Once Yoona went her own separate way to her own dorms, you couldn’t help but think about what she said. Jinu… in just a towel..?

You heaved as you accidentally swallowed your coffee a bit too fast, pounding at your chest once you finally reached your dorm. Your hands fiddle with your keys while you fight off the harsh coughing burning at your chest. The door swings open as you struggle inside, slamming the door behind you.

Tossing your bag onto your side of the room, you make a beeline for the mini fridge and pull out a water bottle, downing it in seconds. As the cool refreshment calmed the coughing beast within you, you suddenly realized you weren’t holding your coffee anymore.

Your eyes trailed down to see it lying spilled on the floor not too far from your feet.

And unfortunately, it spilled right on a stake of papers near Jinu’s backpack. A shrill girlish scream right of a horror movie leaves your throat as you collapse to your knees and pick up the coffee cup, seeing the damage.

Your fingers felt numb as they slowly peeled the notebook open, seeing the pages stuck together like glue. The once white sheets dark in black, ice cubes coating it like sprinkles. Holy fuck.

Fuck fuck.

Jinu was going to kill you!

With the coffee coating the paper, you could hardly read what was written in it. But judging from the top cover, it looked to be a study guide or something.

Your eyes squinted as you tried to read what you could in hopes of gaging just how bad you fucked up. The words that you could only read were: “바보…토끼…자기…”

What the fuck?

Idiot, rabbit, babe?

What the hell was Jinu writing about?

Jinu was a business major. You couldn’t recall him taking any classes dealing with animals. Maybe it was a code word? Well, all that mattered was that it didn’t seem too important so you quickly grabbed the notebook. Drying it with a hair dryer seemed like your safest bet.

The room door opened, catching your attention as you shoved the notebook behind your back. There stood Jinu, obviously waving bye to someone before finally looking into the room. His eyes zoned in on you, face just frozen for a solid second.

You panicked, thinking that he could possibly see the notebook behind your back. Not the fact you were on your knees, staring up at him with wide cute eyes, and plump lips pulled into a slight pout. Especially with your sweater that was large and baggy, something you preferred, with one of the sleeves down—showing your bare shoulders.

Why would you wear tanks underneath the sweater? The buildings here aren’t that cold.

“Jinu Seonbae..!” You whisper, giggling nervously as you pressed the notebook tight against your back, taking a peek to make sure it didn’t stick out. “How.. was your day?”

Jinu blinked. Once, twice, before a large grin pulled onto his face and his eyes practically closed into those crescent moons girls swooned about. Whatever he was thinking about was long gone.

“I thought I told you to call me hyung, (Name). We’re going to be roommates for a while anyway.” Jinu said, closing the door behind him as he slipped off his shoes and put away his jacket.

You wanted him to stay as far as possible—you couldn’t have him seeing the mess you made! Your eyes trailed around the room, looking for something to distract him with. The floor was feeling sticky from the coffee, its spill coating the floor and now your knees. You didn’t even noticed you had accidentally knelt in the damn puddle.

“H..Hyung! Uhm, can you… get me some napkins?” You yelled, stopping Jinu just as he began to walk past the bathroom door. He balked at your raised voice but simply hummed, turning on his heels to grab some from the connected bathroom.

Your hands gripped the sticky notebook and shoved it underneath one of your old textbooks on your desk, standing up just as Jinu came back.

“Spilled something?”

“Mhm… just some coffee.” You muttered, thanking him for the napkins as you kneeled back down to wipe it up. “I don’t think it got on any of your things.”

Jinu let out a noncommittal hum, standing just inches from you as you bent over. You felt watched—to a strange and uncomfortable amount but you didn’t want to say anything. Once you finished, you glanced up at him, hoping he possibly didn’t notice his missing notebook.

But this position.

No.

No, it was his stare really. You felt yourself squirm, wondering how a guy could look so cute not too long ago and watch you like a hawk the next.

“Ah, (Name), did you eat the sandwich I bought you?” Jinu suddenly asked, his gaze shifting to his desk as he moved past you, sitting down on his chair. “I tried to remember what you liked.”

“Oh uhm. I gave it to my dongsaeng.”

The soft taps on the desk stopped, causing you to look over at Jinu. He was facing the window so you couldn’t get a read on his face. But the total silence made you feel as if what you said was the wrong answer.

“Dongsaeng? Biological?”

“Uhm. Yes. My little brother came to visit me.” You muttered, feeling a bit weirded out he asked that. “He skipped school to see me, but I didn’t have enough money to take him out so I just gave him my lunch. Sorry, Seonbae.”

Jinu’s light tapping on the desk began again as he let out a laugh. “It’s okay! I’ll just make sure to get you two next time.” He turned to face you, a large grin on his lips. Any tension in your body slipped away as you couldn’t help but smile back.

Kim Jinu wasn’t too bad of a roommate.

Just a shame he kept cockblocking you.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“Wa, Hyung, these lover letters are all for you?”

On your desk, covering your keyboard and almost the entire space area, was a small mountain of love letters. In your classroom for art major, you all had small little cubicles that was essentially your work station. Unlucky for you, many people found out exactly where yours was to leave gifts.

Oh but not for you.

Are you kidding?

They were all for Jinu.

Your classmate, Im Taeil, reached over and grabbed one of the food that were left, reading the sticky note attached to it. “Oh. This one is for Kim Jinu Seonbae.”

“They’re all for him.” You muttered bitterly, grabbing a heap of them and stomping over to the trash, dumping them with no remorse. Taeil watched you in awe as you cleaned your desk in seconds, leaving just the few snacks.

“Why do they give them to you instead of Jinu Seonbae?” Taeil asked, pulling at the rest of the sticky notes to read what was on them. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just confess to him? Wow, these notes leave nothing to the imagination. I think some of these are from guys too.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of the chocolate bars and pulling it open, taking a big bite. “I don’t know! Maybe they can’t handle rejection. I hope they know I’m not his damn servant!” You plopped down onto your chair and sighed, wanting to just drown in your sorrows.

So much for getting laid or finding a partner.

All that anyone wanted was Kim Jinu!

Agh!! You just wanted to say, “꺼져!” But you knew saying “go to hell” to everyone was a bad idea and would practically send you into the shadow realm of no friends.

Though your only friends seemed to be Taeil and Yoona. But you didn’t really think they liked you as a person. You were just the easiest to talk to.

“Hyung, can I…?” Taeil suddenly whispered, catching your attention. His hands made a grabby motion as he inched close to one of the snacks on your desk. You mutely waved and allowed him to grab whatever he wanted. You’d probably just give the rest to Yoona or something. Ah, maybe your little brother…?

“Oh, Oppa! Taeil!” Yoona greeted, the door pushed open as she carried a bag filled with goods. She skipped over, a bright cheery grin on her lips as she stood right in front of you and Taeil. “Look what Jinu Seonbae gave me! Ah, he’s so cool!”

Taeil peaked into the bag and pulled out a bag of chips. “Wow. He really got these for you?” You couldn’t deny the slight twitch in your lips at his wording. Her? Just for Yoona? No way. No way…

Yoona shook her head. “Not just for me! It’s mainly for (Name) Oppa!” She took out another pair of chips and two sodas, handing one over to Taeil. “The rest is for you! There’s a note inside.”

The bag was practically thrusted onto your lap as Yoona walked over to her desk across from yours and plopped down, eagerly chowing down on her snacks.

Taeil looked curious on what the note said but seemed to know there was limits to his nosy behavior as he sat down at his desk two seats away from you. Huh. Mainly for you?

Weird.

You pulled open the plastic bag and pulled out a soda and chips, similar to what he gave Taeil and Yoona. But there was more: two turkey sandwiches. You pulled out the one that had a sticky note on it, tilting your head as you read his handwriting out to yourself.

❝ 여기, 샌드위치 두 개요. 오직 토끼만을 위한! 아니 동생! ❞

❝ Here, two sandwiches. For Bunny only! No Dongsaeng! ❞

“No dongsaeng?”

You shrieked, looking back to see Taeil suddenly standing behind you. He grinned sheepishly, taking a step back.

“Sorry, Hyung. You got so quiet… I was a bit worried.”

Yoona perked up from her desk, tilting her head. “What does it say?” She walked over and glanced down at the note. “Who’s bunny?”

You shrugged, “not sure. I’ve never been called a bunny before.” You let out another pathetic cry of shock when Yoona and Taeil were suddenly close to your face, eyes wide as if they were examining you like a piece of meat.

“Really? You look more like a deer to me.” Yoona muttered.

“No… I see the bunny. Ah, but maybe hamster too. You have chubby cheeks, Hyung!” Taeil chimed in.

You rolled your eyes, wanting to push them away but you kinda enjoyed the attention. You weren’t really into the whole animal representative thing that a lot of Kpop idols did. Just didn’t see the purpose, especially after you grew up. But you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t like being referred to as such cute animals.

You could’ve gotten an insect!

The rest of the day was uneventful. You actually ended up eating both sandwiches Jinu gave you, slaving away at your project. It wasn’t going as great as you envisioned—nowhere near. You had no problem creating a nude body it was just difficult to make it… artistically pleasing and not full on horny.

❝ 잠깐만요 시간 있나요?…. ❞

Yoona’s Bluetooth speaker sang the melody of AOA - Excuse me as you stared at the rough draft in front of you. You wished you didn’t pick digital art for this project and stick to traditional but there was no use complaining now.

Your wrist tensed as you zoomed in on the face of your model—creating the soft brush strokes of his hair. Sharp eyes, black in color. The outline of lips that you would paint in pink. Maybe even red. Earrings? No, he doesn’t have any.

He’s gotten bigger. Definitely compared to the pictures you’ve seen of him last year from his friends. Weights..? Boxing? His knuckles looked bruised sometimes when you saw him.

Red, aching. Cuts of skin. Bright and glossy from the ointment he’d put on it. Tanned skin. Red against tanned skin—a perfect contrast.

Does it hurt to move? If you kissed it, would the blood coat your lips?

It was such an edgy thought but you wondered how it’d look to use his blood as lipstick.

His thumb pressed on your bottom lip, slowly smearing it. Would he call you pretty? Kissing you so you both can taste the metallic rush of blood. Maybe you can taste something else. White, maybe?

Your breathing shuddered as your grip on your pen tightened, legs pressing tightly together. Red and white. Would he like you in that? Pretty and pliant just for him to claim. Your free hand gently pulled at your pants, alleviating some pressure against your crotch.

Bunny. Were you his bunny?

Is that what he thought of you? Helpless and defenseless? His fingernails digging into your soft skin as blood spilled, your soft moans teetering on the verge of tears.

What did he remind you of?

A fox?

Don’t they eat bunnies?

You didn’t know why the thought made your whole body spasm. Your breathing getting heavy as the pen began to slip from your hand. He’d chase you. Yeah, that’s what a fox does to their prey. Chase you until couldn’t run anymore, huddled in a dead end as he got closer.

You’d cry and beg but he’d take you. Because he wants you—wants you so bad he can’t control himself. He’d always wanted you beneath him screaming his name for all to hear. As you became his prey.

❝ 벗어날 수 없는 걸 ❞

“Oh! I love this song! Taeil, do you like The Boyz?” Yoona said, turning up the volume. Taeil hummed, looking up from his screen. His eyes looked bloodshot at this point. How long have you guys been here?

“I prefer girl groups. Like Red Velvet!” Taeil said, proudly showing his phone that had a Lock Screen of Seulgi. Yoona cooed and showed her Lock Screen of Kevin. Wow, you’re stuck with Kpop fans. You rubbed your eyes, looking away from your screen to stop seeing the dark spots appearing in your vision.

Taeil and Yoona began talking about their favorite groups while you listened to the song. It felt oddly fitting for the mood you were in right now. You’d have to ask Yoona for the name later. Right now you need a drink, stat.

You grabbed your water bottle and took long gulps as you finally glanced back at your drawing. It took a moment for it to fully register before you let out a scream.

No it was certainly manly.

“Hyung?!”

“Oppa?!”

There—right in front of you—was Kim Jinu staring right back at you. You…

You fucking drew him?!

❝ 온통 너로 물들여질 테니… ❞

No way. No fucking way.

But there it was, staring back at you. His fluffy black hair slicked back as if he was drenched in water. Black eyes with his signature big nose. His lips weren’t pulled into his usual smiles. You had drawn him with all of his features except that damn smile.

Damn Kim Jinu… he was affecting you in ways you didn’t think was possible.

You quickly saved your draft on the tablet and turned it off, needing to just go to your dorm and sleep this daze off. “Yoona… Taeil… I need to sleep.” You muttered, Yoona and Taeil staring at you with worried looks. “You guys should go sleep too. It’s late.”

Yoona and Taeil didn’t fight it. It looked as if they were waiting for you to give them permission. You waved them off, stating you needed to clean up a bit before leaving. Your professor didn’t like crumbs. But you didn’t clean, you just stared at your tablet. The large tablet that the school provided that was now logged on into your account, holding a secret.

Your breathing slowed as you reached over and pressed the power button, waiting as it lit up. The soft taps filled the room as you logged back in and clicked your recent save. He appeared in front of you again.

That fox.

A shudder left you as you pulled down your pants, along with your boxers, as your cock plopped out against your tummy. It was small. Smaller than most. Around 4 inches. Possibly 3 really. But it didn’t matter to you really—you didn’t think you’d ever want to top anyway.

Your hand grasped your cock as you began to pump it slowly, staring straight at the drawing in front of you. His cock. You wondered what it looked like.

You respected his privacy so you never dared to stare at him whenever he came out of the shower.

But you wish you did. Wish you could have an accurate picture of how it would look. How it would be deep inside of you. Would it make a bulge in your stomach?

Is he thick? Long? Maybe both.

You arched your back against the chair as you took shallow breaths, your whimpers filling the empty room. Your toes curled as you whined and mewled, wishing someone else was jerking you off.

Oh who were you kidding?

You wished it was Jinu.

Even as you reached your orgasm, cum coating your tummy, you didn’t feel any relief.

What fun was it if he didn’t chase you?

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“Jagi….”

A hum left your throat as you buried your face into your arms, shivering slightly from the cool air that tickled your stomach.

“Jagiya.”

Puffs of air brushed against your cheek. It was warm, a nice contrast compared to the cool air that covered you. A finger gently touched your cheek. Poking and doing small circles around the outline of it. The hand trailed down your face to your back, rubbing circles as it started a slight rhythm.

❝ 날 놀리는 거야, 예쁜 자기야. ❞

Despite the taps jolting against your skin, it almost lulled you back into sleep. It was something you missed, the touch of someone special. Slowly, it inched further down, moving to the end of your sweater. Your body flinched at the hand now teasing your skin directly as it grazed it your stomach.

❝ 무방비 토끼. 내가 너를 먹어치울게 ❞

It felt sticky. A deep chuckle reverberated against your back. The touch on your skin was possessive, rubbing and massaging your stomach. Your body flinched as your breathing began to stutter. A hand slipped further down, easily squeezing its way into your pants. The sensual touch—it felt as if you belonged to them and only them.

❝ 도망기면 ���이갈거야, 토끼야… ❞

A gasp left your lips as your eyes opened, looking around to notice that you were still in the classroom. Fuck. Your body tensed as you moved away from your desk, groaning at the awkward position you slept in. As you stretched, your gaze flickered to an ice coffee on your desk with a sticky note attached to it.

It had a badly drawn bunny on it with a heart next to it. The words: “fighting!” were scribbled beside the crude drawing. You couldn’t help but smile, placing the note on small bulletin board near your desk.

It must’ve been your hyung, Lee Minjae. Or who you affectionately called, Minnie Hyung. He was the one who pushed you to pursue your major instead of what your parents wanted. Such a great hyung.

The whole thing about Jinu felt like a distant memory. You’d have to change what you’re submitting for the project, immediately.

No way in hell were you going to submit a nude of your fucking roommate.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

There was a something wrong with your bed.

After you took your shower and changed into comfy pajamas, you noticed there was something wrong your bed. Well for one the fucking mattress was missing. You had called Jinu if he knew what happened but all he said was that he found a nest of spider eggs in it so the school confiscated it.

Unlucky for you the school were cheap stakes and it was gonna take a bit of time before you got a new mattress. Jinu had said you would be sharing with him but you didn’t necessarily think you could survive something like that.

Him pressed up against you.

Would it…

You pushed the thought away. Your eyes trailed off to your desk when you suddenly remembered the ruined notebook. You walked over and grabbed it from beneath one of your textbooks, seeing it in its fully ruined glory. There was no salvaging it at this point. You hoped Jinu didn’t care for this dumb thing.

But you were curious to see if you could read it fully now.

You slowly peeled it open and bristled at just how bad the damage was. Half of the pages were stuck together and when you tried to part it they tore. The pen he used to write it had smudged from the liquid so his handwriting was ineligible.

Right before you had given up to just toss it, you came across the last page, seeing a word you could understand. “Jagi.” Huh. Who was this babe of his? You tried to push away the slight bitterness in your throat the thought of that.

Of course he’d have a girlfriend. He was Kim fucking Jinu.

It’d be a shock if he didn’t.

You tossed the notebook into the trash can and made sure to put your food snacks on top of it just in case Jinu decided to accidentally look in there. If Jinu ever asked about his notebook, you’d pretend you never even seen him with a notebook before.

Now all you had to deal with was the problem of sleeping in the same bed with Jinu. You’d survive.

Hopefully.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

You haven’t survived. It’s been two weeks and it felt as if you hadn’t slept in years. Jinu keeps two pillows between the both you while you slept but somehow the two of you always end up close. It wasn’t even a day ago when you woke up to yourself resting right on Jinu, your cheek pressed against his chest while your hand palmed his neck.

He had a big chest—you wished you had a little bit of a degenerative attitude to feel him up.

But you’d rather not be known as the perverted roommate.

“(Name)-Ah? Something wrong?” A hand gently rests on your shoulder as you glanced up to see Lee Minjae staring down at you. A cute grin pulled on your lips as you placed your pen down to grip one of his hands. You just liked touching him.

“Minnie Hyung! What are you doing in the art department?”

Minjae smirked, leaning down as your noses touch. “Can’t check in on my dongsaeng? Your classmates have been telling me that you’ve been cooped up in here. It’s not good for you to stare at the screen for this long.” You giggled, watching as he pulled away.

“Mhm. I’m okay, promise!” You could feel yourself acting cuter in Minjae’s presence. It wasn’t shocking. He always made you feel safe to act how you do behind closed doors. You could wear whatever you wanted around him without being judged.

A perfect, perfect hyung.

“Ah, Hyung, thank you for the coffee last time! I enjoyed it.”

Minjae hummed. “Coffee? I didn’t bring you coffee.”

“What? You didn’t? Then…” You pulled your lips into a pout as you thought about who would do something like that for you. It couldn’t be Yoona and Taeil. You weren’t close to anyone else.

“Ah, did my pretty dongsaeng finally get a secret admirer?” Minjae grinned, playfully pulling at your cheeks while you whined. The two of you began to giggle like little boys as you stared up at Minjae with a look of pure content.

You hoped you had Minjae with you forever.

A soft knock on the door caught your attention as you and Minjae glanced to the right to see who it was. The position you were in was almost of that of a couple. Your hand grasping Minjae’s as they rest on your shoulders. The previous nose rubbing and even just you looking up at him like he hung up the moon.

Were you two a couple?

❝ 타오른 이 감정은… ❞

Jinu was having a terrible day. First he had to entertain a few random teachers with something he didn’t even care to remember. Second he was bothered by some fourth years about a project they needed help on. And now, he had to deal with Cho Yoona and Im Taeil’s yapping about their favorite song while he walked to your classroom.

That song Yoona was playing just made him angrier. Insanity was the name of the song, at least that’s what she said. Jinu felt the same and thought if he had to see something else that pissed him off he’d die a slow death.

So of course he had to see you, his bunny, making fucking whore eyes to some random seonbae.

What the fuck?!

Jinu forced a tight grin and held up a bag filled with food. Food that was just for you but of course he can’t say that. Despite himself, he tried to keep an easy going and fun attitude when speaking to other people. Though he was wondering if he should forgo that for punting Lee Minjae into the sun.

That stupid pig.

You wouldn’t even look at Jinu, you haven’t been looking at him often these days. He knew it was because you were embarrassed about the sleeping arrangements. But it was the only way he believed you could get closer to him.

So what if he deliberately put a spider and other insects in your mattress in hopes they laid eggs and ruin it so then it would force you to sleep on the same bed with him?

You don’t understand any of his other hints or flirting attempts.

He needed results fast!

You were hopping away to any other dick that wasn’t his and he couldn’t have that.

This chase he was having with you was starting to make him insane. If he didn't have you beneath him soon he wouldn't survive another night with you. His whole plan about having you sleep on his bed honestly felt as if it was back firing on him. You were so cuddly when you slept, always finding a way to move over the pillow barrier.

He always pretended he was asleep when you woke up in a panic, always pulling away before he could truly saver your touch—your warmth.

He was truly going insane. All he could remember was the first time he ever saw you. But he couldn't think about it further when he felt Lee Minjae's hand pat him on the back. Jinu fought every muscle in his face to not immediately grimace at the other's touch.

"(Name)-Ah, Yoona, Taeil, I'll take my leave now. I don't wanna bother you guys any longer." Minjae leaned down towards you and Jinu felt his upper lip twitched as he watched the older with his stupid dyed blonde hair that looked fried and crispy nuzzle his nose against yours.

If that wasn't enough, Minjae wrapped his arms around your neck and held you close as he pressed a wet kiss on your cheek. You shrieked and struggled against his hold, trying to avoid the kiss. But you hardly put up a fight, all giggly and smiley. You looked so small in Minjae's arms, so pliant and easy to hold.

Jinu pulled at his sweatpants, coughing slightly. That seemed to catch Minjae's attention as he stopped his childish assault and gave (Name) a cheeky smirk. Yoona began cooing at how cute you and Minjae looked together.

You didn't. No way. Jinu fought the urge to pull Minjae away from you.

Taeil tilted his head, "Jinu Seonbae, are you okay? Your eyebrows are so furrowed. You might pop a blood vessel."

The others looked over at Jinu, Yoona and Minjae questioning if he was alright, you especially with a look of concern in your doe eyes.

Good.

Worry about him and him alone.

Pay attention to only him.

"It's nothing," Jinu said, puling out his signature lady killer smile. "I think I just need to eat something, I haven't had a proper lunch in ages." Yoona immediately swooned while Taeil rolled his eyes. Minjae seemed in deep though as he stared at Jinu, the fourth year tilting his head as if he was digging deep into Jinu's soul. Figuring him out with a just a look.

Minjae grinned. "Let your seonbae take you out, yeah?" He suddenly said, catching everyone's attention. "I know a place not too far from here that sells great tteokbokki."

Like I'd want to be caught dead with you... Jinu thought to himself but he simply hummed. "Sure, Seonbae. Bye, Yoona, Taeil..."

Jinu stared right at you as Minjae pulled away from you. Your eyes flickered over to Jinu and you offered him a tight smile, waving slightly. "See you, Jinu Seonbae."

"See you, (Name)." He whispered, mostly just happy you even looked him in the eye.

But his happiness was short lived when you looked at Minjae and offered him a cute smile. A smile that you’ve never gave him. "Bye, Minnie Hyung!"

Minnie Hyung?!

Jinu followed Minjae out of the classroom, curses swirling in his mind as he stared at the man beside him. Minjae chuckled after a moment or so and looked over at Jinu with a smirk. "Y'know, you can't blow my head off with just your stare. I didn't know you were into my (Name)-Ah."

His? Jinu was fine with being expelled at this point but Minjae suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Jinu-Ya," he placed his hand on Jinu's shoulder while Jinu wondered what gave the man the audacity to use such a title with him. "If you want (Name)-Ah, you have to take him. There's so many wolves that want him." He smirked knowingly, his finger tapping Jinu's shoulder.

Just as Jinu was about to speak, Minjae pressed his finger on his lips. What the fuck? "Listen to your hyung, Jinu-Ya. With someone so naive like (Name)-Ah, you just take him like you own him. Chase after him, there is a dead end soon."

With that, he pulled away and smirked. "Tell me how the chase goes. I've been waiting for someone to snatch up my dongsaeng."

Jinu just stood there blank faced in the middle of the hallway as Minjae walked away. Just what the fuck was that? He didn't even think too hard about it when he realized he didn't have to worry about you and Minjae. Phew, that stress was short lived.

But what did he mean by dead end?

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

You were going insane.

It felt you were being watched these days. You had finally finished your project, having going with another idea and completely abandoning the whole nude thing. But it still sat in your drafts, practically calling you everyday. Sometimes you'd go back...

You'd finish certain parts of it. His body fully detailed expect that dreaded crotch. His dick. You wouldn't dare make what you believed his dick to look like. There was still some sense of self respect deep inside you.

Just not strong enough to not pay attention when you were drawing something for fun. You had a art account that you posted on like once every month of gay art you drew. So you were creating the piece, feeling in the mood to do something with oral fixation.

Only for you to notice instead of the usual two same characters you stuck to, it was Jinu as the top. Which, fair, it wouldn't be too different from what you had literally done weeks ago.

No, the problem was the partner.

You drew yourself.

You fucking drew yourself.

The drawing felt so real compared to the others you've made. Drawing Jinu between your legs, holding you up, bending you over on the bed. Your shoulders rest on the bed while your legs curled into yourself. His mouth biting the flesh of your ass, his eyes staring right at you, the real you.

Of course you had to angle it this way. Fucking pervert.

You tried to salvage the drawing but each stroke on that cursed tablet just made the partner look more and more like you. Okay, you were desperate for sex at this point. It was too much. You pressed the delete button on the sketch and powered off the tablet.

"I'm going, Taeil. Don't stay too late."

With lighting speed, you rushed to your dorm, trying to ignore the growing boner in your pants. Why did you have to like someone like Jinu? Out of all the people at this stupid university. Even Minjae would've been better than Kim Jinu of all people. But you couldn't complain any further because when you stormed into your dorm, fucking Kim Jinu was there, sitting at his desk.

Jinu glanced over at you and grinned, taking off his glasses as he shut off his laptop. "You're back earlier than normal. Did you end up finishing quick?"

You numbly nodded. "Yes... I just need to sleep. My eyes hurt." You couldn't even look at him. His gaze followed you as you grabbed your pajamas. Wherever you stepped, eyes were right on you, watching you like a predator does his next prey.

Bunny and fox.

That's what you imagined him as.

A fox.

It felt so hard to breathe with him near.

Why did it feel like there was no escape?

❝ 지금 너를 미치도록 ❞

The soft sputtering of the fan filled the room as you laid there right awake on Jinu's bed, wondering why you couldn't sleep despite your tired eyes. Jinu was fast asleep, his back pressed your own back. You didn't know why the usual barrier wasn't here tonight but you couldn't care too much about it right now. Not with your growing boner.

You haven't masturbated in two weeks. It's not a shock that the stupid art from earlier was still affecting you like this. You wondered if you could just sneak into the bathroom and quickly jerk one off. Would he notice? Just as you made the decision to get up, strong arms suddenly wrapped around your waist. Your body stiffened as you felt Jinu snuggled against your back.

His face buried in your neck, his nose and bangs softly tickling you.

What...the...fuck?!

Your legs subconsciously clamped shut at him so close. Okay, you were fucking screwed. The thought of moving seemed impossible now with him so close. His grip was so strong that you didn't understand how someone asleep could have such strong coordination.

Despite being cuddled by your crush, your cock was more alive than ever, leaking against your pajama pants. You let out a stifled whimper as you reached down and gently rub the bottom of your palm against your bulge. The relief was almost instant as a guttural groan escaped you before you could stop yourself.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Were you really going to do this?

Yeah.

Yeah you were.

Soon the fan wasn't the only one making noise. Your soft and breathy moans filled the room as you jerked off. Your body flinched from the pressure causing your butt to rub against Jinu's front.

Wait.

He was... hard...?

A wave of fear washed over you as you stilled your hand. No, no. He must be having a wet dream or something. Yeah, he can't be awake hearing you. No. No way. You needed to reach your damned orgasm and just go to sleep. You'd deal with the shame in the morning. You finally decided to pull down your pajama pants to grasp your cock and not just rub it anymore.

You pumped your cock, making sure to still your body so you don't accidentally rub your bare ass against Jinu's clothed crotch. He'd hate that. No, he'd hate to learn what you're doing. Fuck. The shame was already affecting you. Stray tears fell down your cheeks as you bit down at your pillow, still chasing your orgasm despite the shame filling your lungs.

Embarrassment. This was so fucking embarrassing.

It was close-- your orgasm. Inches away, dancing on the tip of your fingers as your moans began to reach a crescendo. So much for muffling yourself. Your edge to your orgasm was wrecking you—sending you to a mental space you couldn't imagine in any other circumstance.

Was this how sex with someone you liked felt?

Could Jinu make you feel this way?

Was... him being here making you this way?

It wasn't enough. You wanted more. Your legs shifted as you subtly pulled your pants down, kicking them off without a care. You didn't have any lube but you had no time. The tease of ecstasy was whispering your name—calling you to go further. So you did. You suckled two of your fingers, getting them as wet as possible before slipping down between your legs.

The two seconds of pain as you pushed them inside did not deter you. You could deal with a little pain. It was rough. Your fingers rubbed against your inner walls, searching for those bundle of nerves to drive you wild. But it was difficult in this position. You usually masturbated on your back or while sitting up.

You wondered if you should go as far as to shift positions. That'd be too much, right?

The shame was finally catching up to you. You couldn't do this. This disgusting and degrading action towards both you and Jinu. Your eyes closed as you sighed, eyes fluttering shut. It was too much.

"You're done already, (Name)-Ah?"

A chill crept up your spine as those three words were whispered right into your ear. Your eyes widen but you couldn't move. It was as if his words just took out any sort of life within you. His arms around your waist tightens as you feel him nuzzle himself further on your neck.

Your breathing feels erratic. You can't breathe. It feels as if you'd die right here, right now.

You looked down to see his hands. They looked recently bruised from his usual boxing. But now they felt different. As if it was a show at just how durable his body was. His arms slowly began to tighten around you only to you let out a sharp cry at the pain, earning a pleased grunt.

"You're awake, yeah? Are you ignoring hyung?" He whispered, his lips trailed your neck, stopping right at the tip of your air. "You can masturbate right beside me but can't even answer me?"

A pathetic whine left your throat as you tried to wiggle from his grip but it proved to be futile. You gasped, arching your back as you felt Jinu rub his crotch right against your butt. He began to hump you ignoring your shocked gasp.

Was he...?

"So selfish, bunny. Chasing your own release. Not even thinking about what your moans were doing to me." His right hand trailed down and pushed you to lay on your front, his body following to lay on top.

You cried out, gripping the bedsheets like a life line. "You.. were awake...?"

"I never went to sleep." He said honestly, spanking you right on your ass. You squeaked, back arching to get away from another spank. "I never knew you would do something like this. I was beginning to think you hated me."

"I never—”

"—but you never listen to me, do you? I tell you everyday to call me hyung but you never let it stick. What, do I have to force you to say it?"

"We aren't close!" You whined, whimpering at another spank. Your lower hips wiggled but you didn't make any effort to truly push Jinu off of you. You didn't understand yourself sometimes.

"What? But you call Lee Minjae hyung without any problem." Jinu grunted, his hand reaching over to grab something from the slim nightstand next to the bed. You couldn't tell what he grabbed until something cool and slimy was drizzled onto your ass. A whine left you from the coldness. "What'd he do? Fuck you? Chase you like you so desperately want?"

"Nooo," you whined, screaming when he shoved in two fingers inside your hole. Your hands dug into the bedsheets as he thrusted his fingers in and out, a constant rhythm with no sign of stopping despite your pleas for him to slow down.

Jinu chuckled, leaning down as he used his free hand to push your hair away from your face. "You act so innocent but you want this. I'll show you that I'm the only one for you. No other man can chase you like I can."

"What... ngh!!! are you talking... about..?" You manage to ask, wishing you could silence yourself. Your neighbors will certainly be having a long talk with you and Jinu tomorrow.

"Oh, bunny. My bunny, you really are so naive." Jinu whispered, pressing a kiss on your cheek. "You don't even know what you crave. It's okay, hyung will take care of you now. You won't ever have to think again."

Your body began to spasm as you felt a finger graze that bundle you tried to reach earlier. Jinu stilled for a moment, a look of slight worry in his eyes before he noticed what had just happened. A cruel smirk pulled on his eyes formed those crescent moons you once associated with his innocence.

But it didn't bring any sort of serenity to your body.

You were flipped onto your back with ease as Jinu grabbed your thighs and pushed them forward, effectively blocking your view from him. Desperate and pained moans left your lips as he continued to finger you, fingers gunning consistently at your prostate.

A loud scream left your throat as your back arched against the bed, your cock finally releasing the weeks long pent up lust you've stored for awhile now. Your stomach slowly rose and fall, coated in your sticky cum. All you could think about was your orgasm back in the classroom.

You were right.

Jinu made you cum harder than you could ever do by yourself.

You expected him to pull away but instead you felt a tug on your cock. A whine of overstimulation left your throat as you parted your legs and looked at him with wide doe eyes, confusion written all over your face.

A cruel smirk pulled on his lips as he tilted his head. "I've wanted you since I first saw you. You really think I'll let our first time be so lackluster?"

Lackluster?

He thought that was lackluster?

A pained cry left your lips as he began to thrust his fingers inside once more, leaving no sympathy as he immediately went for your prostate. You were going to die. You were going to die being fingered by your roommate. Kim Jinu was going to be the death of you.

It didn't take long for you to cum again and again, your fifth orgasm not even releasing anything. Your body twitched as your eyes watered, tears streaming down your face from the constant overstimulation. You weakly pulled your legs away from Jinu's grip after your fifth orgasm, muttering something about dying from his touch.

Jinu chuckled, allowing you to pull away. "Ah, Jagi," he whispered, causing you to blush at the title. To use such a term for you... You shamelessly felt your spent cock twitch. No, no, no! You absolutely couldn't do anymore. "You're so cute. I wanted to wait but I can't. You'll forgive me, right?"

You watched with wide eyes as he grabbed your waist and pulled you down towards him, earning a shriek from you. Your legs moved up to hide your aching and loosened hole but he was quick, spreading them wide. His eyes were like a predator, watching your every move as you tried pulling down your shirt to cover your weeping cock.

"Seon—Hyung... No more... No more, please." You whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Jinu's gaze narrowed in on your face. You could see him think. Your body was aching and praying Jinu did what you asked. But your heart....

Your heart wanted him to take you without a second thought.

"Hm. No." Jinu laughed cruelly, flipping you to rest on your knees. You cried out at the sudden movement but could only whimper as he pushed your back down, lifting up your hips. Your face pushed into the bed while your thoughts rushed at the position. It felt so humaliting to have sex without looking him the eye. You felt like an object. A prize he just won.

Your dick twitched.

So much for self respect.

"Hyung's gonna take good care of you." Jinu whispered, spreading your ass apart as he rubbed his cock between the cheeks. "You'll be good for hyung, mhm? No more seonbae."

You only whined, wiggling your hips, your ass rubbing Jinu's cock.

Jinu teasingly slapped your ass. "You complain about it being too much... But look at you now, begging for my cock. I should just stop listening to what you say and take what I want. Would you stop me, (Name)-Ah? Would you run away?"

Run away?

Run away from the man you've had wet dreams about since you came to this damn university?

"Mhm. I'll run..." You whispered, a strangled moan leaving you as he began to push his cock inside of you. The stretch was difficult and you briefly wondered if this was how you'd die.

Heart attack from a thick cock.

Despite your answer, Jinu hummed. "Good. I'll chase you until you're beneath me, shaking in fear as I take you." His hands gripped your waist as he slammed the rest of his cock inside, earning a gargled cry and scream from you.

Jinu was anything but sweet. Fucking you like a beast as you withered and cried from the constant pressure against your prostate. After this, you weren't sure you'd have sex again. This could be enough for a life time.

"Sorry, (Name)-Ah. I can't last long." Jinu suddenly grunted, pulling out. You whined at the lost but didn't have to mourn it for long as he pulled you onto his lap, making you face him. Your arms subconsiously wrapped around his neck as he easily slid back into your tight heat, gripping your thighs as he bounced you on his cock.

Jinu smirked, his eyes trained right on you. "You look so pretty when you cry." He said, pressing soft kisses on your neck. "Next time, you'll be crying from just my cock. I'll make you scream my name."

You whimpered, arching your back as you pulled him closer, another dry orgasm creeping on you. You'd be sleeping well for nights to come. Jinu grunted as he began to thrust upwards into you in tandem with bouncing you up and down, causing you to cry at the sudden pressure. You were close. So close.

A sharp feeling in your shoulder caused you to spasm as Jinu's thrusts became desperate. It took you a moment to even think about what just happened--so focused on Jinu's cock stretching you out. Until you noticed red dripping down your right shoulder.

He bit you.

The delayed reaction to the bite made you scream out, tears streaming down your face you reached your six orgasm of the night. You went limp in his arms, just letting him chase his own orgasm. Teeth sharp enough to break skin wasn't something you ever imagined Jinu could do. But there it was, a rare and sore bite on your right shoulder. Blood slowly trickling down to your chest.

Jinu finally reached his orgasm after a minute or so, holding you close as he cummed deep inside. You shuddered, feeling his cum coat your sore tight heat. He didn't wear a condom. If you weren't fucked dumb you would've yelled at him about it but all you could do was hum as he pressed soft kisses against your wet and sweaty skin.

You glanced down and noticed blood coating the bottom of Jinu's lip as he pulled away from you.

He did end up coating you in red and white.

But your blood was the lipstick. You couldn't help but laugh at your cringy thought, groaning as Jinu pulled his cock out.

"You did so good, (Name)-Ah." Jinu whispered, kissing you on the lips. You tried to return the kiss but could only purse your lips against his.

Your breathing was harsh and quick, your body battered from Jinu's claiming.

This wasn't normal. Wasn't conventional at all. You were sure that if you told Yoona and Taeil about this they'd be worried for your safety.

You were prey to Jinu

But you were okay with that.

❝ 숨을 쉴 수 없게 아프면서 황홀하잖아 ❞

"You're going to roommate with a first year? Wow, good luck!"

"I didn't know they could do that."

"No one would willingly room with a first year. They're the worst."

"Aw, c'mon, Oppa! They're usually just nervous."

"Well, our Kim Jinu will have no problem. Who doesn't love him?"

"Ah, true. Good luck, Jinu!"

Kim Jinu pulled out his keys, unlocking the door to his new home for the rest of the school year. He'd be the one to get unlucky for his previously planned roommate to drop out of school—leaving his room open for a late transfer freshman. He didn't want to deal with first years, they were annoying.

He opened the door, shocked to see the room already having someone by one of the beds. The first year was knelt beside the bed, looking through the suitcase that was filled to the brim with clothes. Clothing that looked more feminine than anything but Jinu didn't judge.

He forced his usual carefree smile, ready to greet his new roommate when you finally turned around. His breathing stopped—his smile dropping at the sight of you. You... You were different from anything he imagined.

Your look of innocence. Your body suddenly becoming fidegty the longer he stared at you without saying a word. Your sweater drooping on your shoulder, showing off your bare shoulder. Your skin looked so soft, so plain. It needed something on it.

It looked too bare.

"I'm... Kim Jinu. Who are you?"

"Park (Name)." You whispered, your eyes flickering up and down his body.

Love at first sight wasn't real to Jinu. He wouldn't lie and say he felt love towards you when he first saw you.

He felt lust.

An urge to completely ruin you.

And by the look in your eyes, the not so subtle glances at his lower half of his body. You looked to be such an easy catch.

"Stop looking at me like that." You suddenly said, your lips turning into a slight snarl but it hardly held any weight. Jinu couldn't help but tilt his head. He could tell you wanted him but you were holding back?

Actively pushing him away as if you didn't look at him with the same lust he felt. Running away?

Like a game of cat and mouse.

No...

Fox and Bunny.

He was going to devour you.

Even if he had to chase you.

❝ 네게 빠진 순간 더는 결백하지 않은 나 ❞

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

WOW!!! Gosh, this was way longer than it needed to be. I wanted to try something new lmao. Doubt i'd do it again, i was listening to kpop while writing this so it kinda just happened. Translations at the bottom! Yes, i did it for a reason, made it more fun if you didn't know what he was saying. Red is lyrics, pink are jinu’s words

I might make him an oc, i put too much effort into him for it to be a one time thing, smh... primal play is so fun.

tag list: @iwishtobeacrow @flurrina @chill-guy-but-cooler @mello-life25 @the-ultimate-librarian @kiiyoooo @ofclyde @love-kha1 @star-3214 @mooncarvers-world @smellwell @tehyunnie @remdayz @rhetorical-conscience @tomoeroi

Translations:

❝ 벗어날 수 없는 걸 ❞ — I can’t escape

❝ 온통 너로 물들여질 테니… ❞ — everything will be colored with you

❝ 날 놀리는 거야, 예쁜 자기야. ❞ — you’re teasing me, pretty baby

❝ 무방비 토끼. 내가 너를 먹어치울게 ❞ — defenseless bunny. I’ll eat you up

❝ 도망기면 쫓이갈거야, 토끼야… ❞ — if you run away, I’ll chase you , bunny

❝ 타오른 이 감정은… ❞ — this burning feeling

❝ 지금 너를 미치도록 ❞ — i'm driving you crazy right now

❝ 숨을 쉴 수 없게 아프면서 황홀하잖아 ❞ — it hurts so much that i can't breathe, but it's ecstatic

❝ 네게 빠진 순간 더는 결백하지 않은 나 ❞ — the moment i fell for you, i was no longer innocent

Songs used: Insanity - The Boyz & Criminal - Taemin

[alloftheimaginesblog]

ready (klaus mikaelson)

plot: klaus always knew that one day you'd take him up on his offer.

character: female vampire reader x klaus mikaelson

inspired by something similar he says to caroline

"One day, love, you'll come to me. Might be in two years, might be two hundred but mark my words, you'll realise I was right along. I am the only one who can fulfil your wildest desires and your largest dreams. When you realise that, you'll come knocking on my door and then... well, love, then I'll give you the world."

It had been three and a half years since Klaus Mikaelson had said this to you. Three long years. He'd came into your life as a villain, you were supposed to hate him. He had killed, harmed and tortured so many of your friends (and his sister had tortured you a fair few times) and yet, he was always so delicate and gentle with you. He'd been interested in you pretty much ever since he came to Mystic Falls. You'd hated him... or at least, you tried.

He had gotten under your skin all of those years ago. He'd saved you too many times to count. He had shown you kindness and compassion, had recognised you for who you were; Klaus had seen you. You'd gotten to see a glimpse of the human side to him, not the scary big bad wolf, you'd started to see him. And when he left, with an invite extended your way, it took everything in you to say no.

Klaus hadn't stepped foot in Mystic Falls since he left and yet, every few months or so, he would write to you. Seldom did you respond but you enjoyed reading about his travels. Each time he wrote, he would send photos of the new place he was visiting usually with a list of reasons as to why you'd love it there with drawings he'd done and every single time he wrote, he attached a plane ticket to whatever destination with your name on it. You never used them, instead they gathered dust in a drawer which was full of his old letters. Klaus also always wrote exactly where he was staying at the end of the letter so you knew exactly how to get to him. Periodically, you'd go through and read some of them. They always smelled like him and had the same send off each time.

'Unequivocally yours, Klaus'

You knew that if you needed him, he would be there immediately. He had promised you as such. And the one time you called for help when Caroline got bit by a werewolf, Klaus couldn't be there in person but he sent Elijah with a few vials of his blood (extras for any future emergencies). He would do anything for you and all he wanted was the chance to show you as such.

So when this month's letter arrived with details of his new adventure complete with a plane ticket to Italy, you decided to take the chance you'd regretted not taking three and a half years prior. Your friends were oddly supportive which surprised you but Bonnie had told you she wanted you to be happy and if he's what made you happy then so be it. Damon wasn't impressed but he rarely ever was. Stefan urged you to your happy ending. Caroline approved, she'd seen the way Klaus would've done anything for you so even though she didn't like him, she knew that he was the real deal. Elena was supportive, she'd gone for the 'bad guy' in Damon so she understood the inner conflict and told you that it was okay to let yourself be happy.

So, you packed a bag and headed to Italy.

Getting there was the easy bit; the hard bit was finding the courage to knock on the front door. Your heart hammered in your chest as you stood on the grounds of what you could only describe as a small castle. It was beautiful, with glorious gardens and fragrant flowers. You swallowed hard before taking a breath, this is what you came for, and you knocked three times.

After a few seconds, you could hear someone's voice approaching. Klaus.

"-I didn't ask you to go to such lengths, brother, though I have to say I do appreciate it-"

He opened the door and his expression turned from one of mild annoyance to complete shock.

"Elijah, more important matters have emerged, I'll speak to you later." He hung up, pocketing his phone quickly. He looked good. The Italian sun suited him, turning his hair a shade blonder and making his blue eyes pop, "(y/n)..." A slow, wide smile spread onto his face.

You swallowed hard, "Hi, Klaus."

He stepped aside, silently inviting you into his castle, and with a small smile you breezed past him. He closed the door and led you through to a grand room with various couches and paintings. You looked around incredulously, "This place... it's incredible."

Klaus smiled, "I told you that you'd like this one."

You looked at him and felt nerves bubble in your stomach. You'd came all this way and now... you didn't know what to do. Klaus eyed you curiously, trying to gauge how you were feeling, "Do you need something?" Oh, how he hoped that you were here for him but he had to be sure.

You shook your head, finding words too hard to find, and instead looked back to the paintings, "These are beautiful, did you do these?"

Klaus appeared at your side, making you jump slightly, "Sorry, love," he smirked. He was so close to you, so near that you could smell his cologne. Your heart raced. His hand reached out past you to touch the painting, "I painted all of these, yes. This one is my favourite."

"The colours are lovely," you nodded.

Klaus smiled, quickly vanishing and then returning to your side, "Here, look in the mirror and then look at the painting."

You frowned at him but complied regardless of your confusion. He handed you a small hand mirror which you looked into and then at the painting, "I don't get it," you said to which he urged you to look again and then you realised, "my eyes."

Klaus grinned, "There we go, love," he beamed proudly, "my favourite colours and shades to use. They crop up a lot in my paintings. Go, look," he encouraged you forwards, "take a look and you'll see how often you feature in my paintings."

For a moment, you walked around the room, soaking in the subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) hints of your eye colour in every single one of his paintings. It touched you causing you to feel warm inside and you couldn't understand why. You looked at him. He stood on the other side of the room watching you with awe filled eyes, "But why?" You asked softly with tears filling your eyes, "Why me?"

In an instant, he was in front of you, chest touching yours, with his eyes locked with yours, "Oh, love," he whispered, hand reaching out to graze your cheek softly, "It's always been you."

You looked up at him, "You asked me if I needed something earlier." Klaus's brow furrowed and his hand stilled - fear; fear that you weren't here for him, fear that you needed something and then you'd disappear again. "I do need something, Klaus."

"Anything."

"I want... I need you." Your admission was quiet but he heard you loud and clear, "For years, I've regretted saying no to your offer to come with you. I want to live, Klaus. I want to be free. I want to be happy and that means letting myself be happy with... you."

"Me?" Klaus asked.

You nodded as your own hand found its way to rest on his chest, "I'm ready to fall in love with you, Klaus. I just hope I'm not too late."

He grinned, wider than you'd ever seen him smile, "You're right on time, love," he said before his lips crashed to yours. And for the first time ever, you let yourself give in.

[kefiteria]

Hi! May i order a cup of overblot boys x fem reader who’s obsessed with cheese? I just had the most cheesiest bread and Oh God it tastes like heaven!! Perhaps reader keeps a lot of stock of cheese especially cheese string for light snacks (open her bag and you’ll see at least five cheese string inside her plastic container because this is exactly what i did) ^___^ Perhaps you can add a scenario when one day reader ran out of cheese AND the market/cafeteria ran out of them as well—she’s upset and sad and didn’t want to talk to anybody and only reply to their questions with short amounts of words (girly just becomes an alpha sigma skibidi toilet) 🙏🏻 can you make it headcanon as well if you don’t mind? Or like their reaction to reader’s obsession with cheese. THANK UU and btw i love your writing!! Have a wonderful day aheaddd

String Cheese and Emotional Damage

pairing: Overblot Boys x Fem!Reader

summary: You're dangerously obsessed with cheese—especially cheese strings. The Overblot boys react to your dairy-fueled habits, from snacking mid-lecture to emotional meltdowns when the cheese runs out. Chaos, fluff, and lactose-fueled affection ensue🧀

a/n : Apologies for the late upload 😔 Thank you for loving my writing!! I appreciate it alot🩵 As I'm writing this, unfortunately, I am not living the dairy dream — I’m living the dairy delusion. I can’t afford cheese, so writing this fic was like describing heaven with only postcards. I had to research cheese like I was prepping for a dairy-themed final exam 🧀📖 This entire fic was powered by sheer imagination, unholy craving, and one blurry childhood memory of a fake cheese I once ate AHAHAHHAA! i also added a variety of cheese heree~

🃏Riddle Roseheart

When he first saw you pull out a snack-sized aged cheddar block mid-lecture and bite into it like an apple, he stopped in his tracks.

“Is that—what are you—are you eating cheddar in alchemy class??”

“Aged 18 months. Sharp, with nutty undertones. Pairs well with existential dread.”

He tries to ban all “non-approved dairy” during House study sessions. It backfires. You counter with a cheese tasting board labeled ‘Revolutionary Forms of Calcium.’

Riddle now begrudgingly lets you eat Grana Padano during meetings—only because your stress-chewing actually helps you concentrate.

Cheese Crisis Day:

You stop talking and currently sitting in a chair facing the wall like a haunted doll.

“Is she okay?” someone whispers.

“She hasn’t spoken since the cheese strings ran out.”

Riddle panics and raids Mostro Lounge for a wedge of manchego. He kneels dramatically.

“Please. Say something. I have imported Spanish sheep’s cheese.”

🦁 Leona Kingscholar

Thinks your obsession is weird until he tries a slice of your double cream brie on a warm croissant. He immediately stops judging.

You teach him the art of pulling cheese strings dramatically, like sword unsheathing. It becomes your bonding ritual.

Casually steals your smoked gouda during naptime. “This one’s got a nice campfire kick.” he admits, lying in your lap.

Cheese Crisis Day:

“They took… everything.” You’re curled up in the sandpit of the botanical garden, hoodie over your head, muttering like a war widow.

Leona raises a brow in pure confusion. “You’re acting like someone died.”

You glance up with eyes hollow. “They did. Her name was Mozzarella.”

He exhales slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose like dealing with a dramatic housecat.

Next thing you know, he’s gone for 40 minutes.

You’re still pouting under the tree when he returns, tossing a small wrapped parcel into your lap. Inside: buffalo mozzarella, fresh basil, and roasted tomato slices on warm grilled flatbread.

“I had to go to that overpriced café near the main gate for this.” he grumbles. “Paid actual madol. Be grateful.”

You gasp softly. “You… you bought me cheese?”

“Tch. Don’t make it weird.” He looks away, ears twitching only for those keen eyes to catch.

So you just take one bite and make a noise so happy he immediately shoves his hands in his pockets and pretends he can’t hear you.

🪙 Azul Ashengrotto

Sees your obsession and immediately tries to franchise it.

“A limited-edition ‘Seven Cheeses of the Coral Sea’ platter at Mostro Lounge, perhaps?”

You enthusiastically pitch in with names. Azul instantly regrets encouraging you.

Learns to identify cheese by scent just to keep up. “That’s Gruyère. Alpine. Melts with dignity.”

Tries to seduce you with a wheel of Comté, and it works. You called him “my dairy deity” once and he hasn’t recovered.

Cheese Crisis Day:

“I have no reason to swim forward.” You stare at the aquarium glass, unmoving in stillness like Mola Mola on the ocean surface...

Azul sends Floyd to hunt down contraband Taleggio from a merchant ship. Returns to you with a platter and a wine pairing suggestion.

“Come back to me, mon fromage perdu.”

🐍 Jamil Viper

Absolutely offended when you tried to sprinkle feta on his biryani.

“You do not cheese-spam centuries of cultural tradition.”

“But it’s tangy…”

Eventually accepts it—especially after you bake him spicy cheese-stuffed flatbread with paneer and harissa. He’s suspicious, but he eats five.

Starts lowkey enjoying sharp flavors like aged provolone, even though he insists, “It’s only because it pairs well with mint tea.”

Cheese Crisis Day:

“Everything I loved has melted away.” You sit in the kitchen pantry with a ladle and a thousand-yard stare.

“Okay, you need to calm down—”

He makes labneh from scratch with goat’s milk and herbs.

“...You made cheese for me?”

“Yes. And if you cry, I’ll revoke your cheese privileges.”

👑 Vil Schoenheit

Was mortified the first time he saw you gnawing on a Kraft cheese stick in the mirror hallway.

“Processed plastic. In public. With confidence?”

“Self-love comes in cheddar.”

Eventually starts guiding you through “refined” cheeses:

Boursin with rosemary for stress

Parmigiano-Reggiano slivers for skincare-approved calcium

And truffle goat cheese because “you deserve elegance, even in lactose.”

Begins preparing you little curated cheese boxes. You kiss his cheek after one and he nearly drops his Magicam ring light.

Cheese Crisis Day:

“No Brie. No more cheese strings. No life.” You show up to Pomefiore rehearsal in a hoodie and shades like a tragic celebrity.

Vil dramatically announces a cheese fund and hosts a “Fromage for the Soul” gala. You cry over a brie tartlet. (also extra cheese strings in the pantry)

👾Idia Shroud

Thinks your obsession is literally adorable and chaotic. “She’s like if a ratatouille girlbossed too close to the sun.”

Posts memes of you labeled: [Cheddar Gremlin at 2am]

(attached with no text, followed by)

“This is you.”

Gets emotionally attached to babybel minis because you like to “unwrap them dramatically like little dairy presents.”

Customizes your game avatars with cheese accessories. Creates a cheese-powered dating sim prototype featuring you and 37 different cheeses.

Cheese Crisis Day:

You go offline for 24 hours. Don’t log in. Don’t reply.

“Oh god. She’s reached maximum dairy despair.”

Idia codes a message into your favorite rhythm game that says:

“Please return. I made you an emotional support emmental.”

Sends a care package of 12 cheese plushies and one actual gruyère wedge via drone.

🐉 MALLEUS DRACONIA

Intrigued. “Cheese…string?”

You peel one in front of him. He gazes like it’s a celestial phenomenon.

Tells you tales of Briar Valley’s ancient cheeses—one supposedly made of moonlight and snow. You swoon.

Genuinely believes cheese is the sacred food of joy. Gifts you enchanted cheeses that sing lullabies or sparkle in the dark.

Cheese Crisis Day:

“Even Horntorn cannot save me now…” You lie in your bed and whispering to the ceiling dramatically.

A thunderclap. He appears with a mythical alpine cow that produces endless cheese.

“Her name is Araluen. You may milk her with reverence.”

“I knew you’d understand.” and yes, you did tear up in joy.

[rose24207]

I think he loves you more than me now

Summary: When Suho asks his sweet, introverted girlfriend who works in women’s clothing for her employee discount to help his friend Sieun, the unexpected kindness she shows earns her not just gratitude—but Sieun’s rare and heartfelt approval as someone truly good for Suho.

Ahn Suho x reader

Part one

A/N: y’all someone jinxed me. I was almost fired today for no reason help. I think it’s the authors curse. It’s finally out to get me help

Navigation

You’re still working on the first floor of the department store—women’s clothing, where nothing stays hung for more than ten minutes, and every compliment about the mess sounds more like a personal attack.

“Wow,” one lady muttered today, crinkling her nose at a blouse someone else had thrown on the floor. “You’d think someone worked here.”

You just smiled politely, the same way you always do. You’ve learned it’s not worth correcting them. Instead, you hang the blouse back up, smooth its sleeves, and continue folding shirts in the same gentle rhythm.

You’ve changed a little since Suho came into your life—well, not changed, more like grown into yourself. You’re still quiet, still introverted, still way too shy to make small talk unless it’s with someone over the age of sixty or a mannequin. But you’ve also learned to hold your head a little higher. You still hide behind your bangs sometimes, but now your lips twitch into a smile every time you remember Suho holding your hand behind the store and whispering:

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world.”

You’d nearly combusted.

This afternoon, Suho comes into the store looking stressed, his dark brows pinched and his school bag barely hanging onto one shoulder.

He weaves through the perfume counters, then the purses, skips the escalator, and takes the stairs two at a time.

You spot him before he even notices you, and you straighten the display quickly so it looks like you weren’t just admiring his walk.

He finally finds you near the cardigans.

“Babe,” he breathes, all flustered. “Do you… do you have your discount card on you?”

You blink, confused. “Uh, yeah? It’s in my pouch—why?”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking awkward for the first time since he met you. “It’s for Sieun. His shirt got ripped yesterday.”

Your eyes widen. “Ripped?”

“Bullies,” Suho mutters. “Some jerks at school. He didn’t want to tell me, but I saw the tear. Got it out of him. Then I told him we’re coming here, ‘cause you work here and you have that magic card of wonders.”

You chuckle softly. “It’s not magic, it’s a 30% employee discount.”

“Same thing,” he says with a smirk. Then, quieter: “You don’t mind, right?”

You shake your head. “Of course not. For you? For your friend? Anytime.”

He grins and kisses your forehead before dashing back upstairs. You watch him go, warmth curling in your chest.

A few minutes later, you spot them. Suho’s voice, animated and teasing, echoes down from the second floor. He’s pointing at something in the men’s section while another boy—shorter, quieter—stands with crossed arms, clearly unimpressed.

That must be Sieun.

You’ve never met him before, but Suho’s mentioned him lots of times.

"He doesn’t talk much."

"He’s insanely smart."

"He sees through everyone, like he’s reading your mind."

Also: "He never likes my girlfriends. But he will like you. I know it."

Sieun looks like someone who keeps his guard up by default. His expression is unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line. His uniform shirt is neatly ironed despite the tear Suho mentioned. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who asks for help.

But when they come down the escalator—with a couple of neatly folded shirts and a plain navy hoodie draped over his arm—you offer them your softest smile.

“Found everything?” you ask gently.

Suho nods and waves Sieun forward. “Go on.”

Sieun hesitates, then steps up and places the items on the counter. “Thank you,” he says, voice quiet but sincere. “I… appreciate this.”

You shake your head lightly. “No need to thank me. Suho told me what happened. I’m really sorry that happened to you.”

Sieun’s eyes flicker up to yours. You expect him to shut down, but instead, something in his expression softens. Maybe it’s the way you’re not making a big deal out of it.

Maybe it’s how your voice is calm, not pitiful. He watches you ring everything up, nimble fingers tapping on the register, checking tags and scanning like second nature.

“You’re fast,” he says suddenly.

You glance up, blinking. “Huh?”

“At this,” he says, nodding to the register. “You’re good at your job.”

It’s not flattery. It’s an observation. You smile a little, flustered. “Thank you.”

You hand him the final price—with your discount applied, of course—and bag the clothes neatly while Suho chats beside you about school, complaining about math. You catch Sieun watching you carefully, thoughtfully. Not in a creepy way, but more like… analyzing.

Later, after they leave, Suho texts you from the bus.

Suho 🤺: he likes u
Suho 🤺: he literally said “she’s not fake”
Suho 🤺: THATS A BIG DEAL
Suho 🤺: i think ur in the circle of trust now

You laugh so hard you nearly drop a stack of scarves.

A few days later, Sieun comes back. Alone. No Suho.

You spot him wandering the second floor and wave at him from across the balcony. He seems a little unsure of himself but eventually makes his way down.

“Suho had work,” he says as you approach. “But I needed another shirt. I didn’t want to go to another store.” I didn’t trust another worker with my cloths.

You smile at him, motioning for him to show you. “Want help finding it?”

He nods slowly. “If it’s not a bother.”

You lead him upstairs and help him check the racks. He’s surprisingly polite, following behind you like a quiet shadow.

You’re not sure what it is—maybe it’s his silence, or the way he watches things like he’s constantly solving a puzzle—but you find yourself talking a little more than usual.

“This one’s the same cut as the one you liked, but in black,” you say, holding a hanger up to the light. “I can check in the system to see if they still have the beige one, though.”

He nods, studying the shirt. “Black is fine. I trust your taste.”

You blink, a little caught off guard. “Oh.”

“I didn’t mean that to be weird,” he adds quickly. “Just that Suho’s style is… chaotic. Yours is calm. Balanced.”

You chuckle. “Yeah, he’s a little all over the place.”

Sieun looks at you, and for the first time, you see the hint of a smile tug at his lips. “But it works for him. He’s happier now.”

You glance at him, surprised. “Really?”

He nods. “He’s calmer. He jokes more. He used to get into fights all the time, not just with other kids, but with himself. Like he didn’t know where to put all the emotion. But ever since you… it’s like he found an anchor.”

Your throat tightens slightly. You weren’t expecting that.

“I didn’t do anything special,” you murmur.

“You did,” Sieun says, voice steady. “You’re kind. And consistent. He needed that.”

There’s a silence between you two—but it’s not awkward. It’s peaceful.

When you finish ringing up his items, he takes the bag with a short bow. “Thank you again.”

You smile softly. “Anytime, Sieun-ssi.”

As he turns to leave, he pauses. Then, without looking back, he adds, “For the record, I never liked any of his past girlfriends. But you…” He hesitates, then nods. “You’re different.”

Your cheeks burn with warmth as he disappears into the crowd.

That evening, Suho bursts into your messages again.

Suho 🤺: SIEUN TOLD ME WHAT HE SAID
Suho 🤺: do you know how BIG that is
Suho 🤺: he called you “consistent” 😭😭😭
Suho 🤺: I think he loves you more than me now

Wifey 🛍️: I just gave him a discount and helped him find shirts 💀
Wifey 🛍️: It’s not that deep

But deep down… it feels kind of amazing.

A week later, Sieun comes back again—this time with Suho. Suho‘s goofing off, nearly pushing Sieun into a rack near the escalator, but Suho stops to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

“My girl,” he says proudly, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “You ready to discount us into fashion icons again?”

You roll your eyes, but your smile says everything.

Sieun shakes his head but smiles softly. “Honestly, I only come here now for the service.”

And you know, without question, you’re not just Suho’s girlfriend anymore. You’re part of the circle. Fully, finally, warmly in.

Thank you for reading!

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CAKE TESTING | Lando Norris

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⋆ PAIRING: Prince!Lando Norris x Baker!Reader ⋆ SUMMARY: During a cake testing, Lando reveals to you that he not might be as ready as everyone thinks he is to get married. To his surprise, that's exactly what you've been suspecting ever since you and your mom where force to provide the royal family for the royal wedding ⋆ WARNINGS: Curse words, mentions of death, physical aggressions ⋆ WORD COUNT: 2863 ⋆ VEE'S NOTES: First fic of the 2k event! Hope you like it and, if so, reblogs and comments are truly appreciated! Thank you so much for reading <3 ↳ LET'S TALK/REQUESTS! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST

“Remember what I’ve told you: smile constantly, bow every time you interact with someone unless you’re told otherwise, and only speak when someone speaks to you. And, for the love of God, darling, don’t you dare bringing up what happened to your father…”

You nodded, suppressing both a sigh and the urge to lash out at your mother.

The grand doors to the palace's hall creaked open, full of portraits of long-deceased monarchs whose painted eyes seemed to judge you the moment you stepped inside.

The Crown Prince of Vermora, Lando Norris, entered the room confidently, head held high, greeting the guards who lined the path leading directly to where you and your mother stood waiting.

You’d seen his face before. Actually, who hadn’t? Like every other girl in the kingdom, you had to admit he’d caught your attention too much. It started with his face being minted onto the kingdom’s currency when he came of age, and not long after, it dominated the covers of the few government-approved magazines allowed to circulate. They sang praises about how his studies in Caelondrose were shaping the future of the realm. Though, truthfully, most people were far more interested in the secret parties and illegal races he allegedly held with Charles Leclerc, fellow prince and heir of the neighboring kingdom.

As he came to a halt before you, you were just about to greet him until your mother stomped on your foot. Hard. Instead, you simply looked him in the eye, fighting the timidity creeping up your spine, and smiled as best you could before glancing toward the table overflowing with pastries you had spent the entire night baking alongside your mother and other staff members who offered to help you.

"Good afternoon."

He looked at the both of you, and you responded with a polite bow while his gaze lingered on the pastries, as if he were contemplating a life-altering decision… and maybe, just maybe, he was.

Your curtsy was clumsy, and had your mother not grabbed your arm at the last second, you might have toppled over.

To your surprise, Lando seemed to notice.

"Are you alright?" He asked with a barely contained, amused smile, his eyes subtly scanning you from head to toe.

You figured it was the uniform. It was, definitely, too small, though the royal seamstresses had assured you it was the most "flattering" cut available, specially for a shape like yours.

Flattering, your ass. You couldn’t even breathe in it.

"Of course," you lied quickly. "Why wouldn’t I be?"

Your forced smile vanished as your mother’s foot connected with your ankle again, this time so hard you nearly lost your balance. Thankfully, you only staggered slightly.

"I’ve gained a bit of weight, Your Highness," you added after steadying yourself. "You know, a baker doesn't just work on pastries… I have to taste them too, to ensure they're done right..."

This time, your mother’s fingers pinched your arm sharply, but you kept smiling through it.

To your surprise, Lando’s grin only widened, and his eyes sparkled, like someone rediscovering hope for a wedding you were fairly certain he wanted no part of.

"If it pleases Your Highness, we should begin the tasting," your mother interjected, cutting through the moment with a polite cough.

"Yes, yes… of course."

You moved quickly, placing a knife beside each cake and arranging plates across the table to help with the serving.

Lando stepped closer, casually standing beside you, his hands clasped perfectly behind his back while playing with his fingers. You glanced at him again, more shyly this time. That mischievous gleam in his eyes hadn’t faded.

"You know," he said, leaning in just slightly, "I think I already like you."

You didn’t read too much into it. You know he was just being polite with you. Still, that didn’t stop your cheeks from burning, as red as the strawberry ganache on the cake you were currently slicing.

The tasting began a few minutes later, once Lando’s parents arrived. After the requisite bows and formal greetings, your mother and you focused entirely on serving plates and cutlery, closely watching the royals’ expressions as they sampled each dessert.

Despite your attention being split between reading the royal faces and avoiding your mother’s glares, Lando kept drawing your focus back.

"So…" the prince spoke again, catching you off guard while you cleaned a few plates. You turned to face him instantly. "You’re the famous pastry chef everyone’s been talking about."

You shrugged, unsure how to respond.

“Baker, actually,” you corrected him. “But… depends. Are they speaking well of me?”

"Ever since you and your mother arrived," he confirmed. You sighed in relief. "Though I've been told you’re a little scary, you know? Apparently, your croissants are better than the palace kitchen’s, and now my parents are obsessed with them. Did you change maybe changed them?"

"If I’m being honest, I regret nothing," you replied.

He laughed, really laughed, and it was the first time you’d heard anything from him that wasn’t steeped in formality. It was genuine, disarming, and completely unlike the tight, polite chuckles you’d been taught to mimic in royal ceremonies ever since arriving at the palace, ever since you and your mother had, quite literally, become property of Norris’ Crown.

You chose to let the conversation end there. It wasn’t your place to speak so casually to the future king, especially about things unrelated to the wedding. Saying too much could cost you your job… or worse, your life. Just like it had cost your father.

Instead, your eyes shifted toward the tallest cake on the table: your favorite and the one most fitting for a royal wedding, in your opinion. It had seven or eight tiers, covered in smooth white buttercream. But it was the sugar flowers, cascading down the side, that made it truly breathtaking.

"It’s perfect," Lando murmured beside you. When you glanced at him, he was staring at the cake too, but with a distant look in his eyes, touched with sadness. "I guess my parents will choose that one. It’s the kind of wedding cake everyone loves."

"Everyone except you, maybe?"

You didn’t know why you said that. Regret hit instantly, and you prayed it wouldn’t put a target on your back, or even draw your mother’s attention to the boldness you knew you weren’t supposed to show.

Lando hesitated. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, ignoring the royal decorum he had so carefully maintained until now, he slumped into one of the chairs beside you and gestured for you to sit in the one next to him.

Obviously, you couldn’t refuse.

So, you obeyed.

"Do you want the official answer from Norris Crown, or the honest one?" the boy asked, running a hand through his hair even though it was already perfectly in place.

"The honest one, if possible," you whispered quickly, before your mother could interrupt.

Lando took a breath, then said what you had more or less already guessed.

"I don’t want to get married."

"Well…"

You didn’t want to laugh, not when he seemed so genuinely vulnerable. You thought of the right words, something to comfort him in a moment that mirrored your own: a future set in stone, unchangeable, no matter how much either of you wished otherwise.

"I guess it’ll be a bit awkward when you get married and cut the cake alongside your wife, huh?" you said at last. And this time, you didn’t regret the words, especially when you saw Lando’s crooked, bittersweet smile.

"You’re not wrong," he replied.

He nudged your chair a little closer to his, enough that your arms nearly brushed. It was comforting, the way he seemed to lower his guard, letting you see something real. So you matched his energy: you pushed aside the plates on the table and leaned forward, adopting an air far too casual for someone whose life, quite literally, was at risk.

"You know, it’s not like I’m thrilled to be here either, chosen with my mother to make all this," you said, gesturing at the cakes that surrounded you both.

Lando looked at you, really looked at you this time, with what it felt like pity. He didn’t give you an answer. Instead, he went back to sampling pastries, fulfilling his royal duty and clearly trying not to dwell too much on what you’d just shared.

A quiet fell between you. Somehow, without noticing when it started, you found yourselves tasting slices side by side, exchanging brief, half-whispered comments. They didn’t seem like much, but they were enough. Enough to learn just a little more about the prince, just enough to start seeing him as something more than as someone from the royal family.

Your mother remained busy with the king and queen, but when she looked over and caught you seated so close to Lando, chatting with him as if you were lifelong friends and not worlds apart, her face nearly lost all color. You weren’t just crossing a line. You were running straight past it.

This wasn’t appropriate, not when the prince was days away from his royal wedding, and you were just the hired help, a tool to ensure everything went perfectly.

"I think this one’s too sweet," you said, judging yourself, offering him a bite of vanilla cake from your fork. He didn’t hesitate to accept it.

"It’s cake," he replied, chewing. "It’s supposed to be sweet."

"Sure, but this one’s trying too hard. Like… it’s forcing itself to be sweet, more than it needs to. Like it’s pretending to be something it’s not. You know what I mean?"

Lando stared at you. Then, slowly, his lips curled into a grin.

"You’re terrible at metaphors," he chuckled. "And you’d make an awful therapist."

"That’s why I bake," you said with a smirk. "Pastries are edible therapy, didn’t you know?"

He paused, then dropped his voice.

"Have you ever thought about running away? Leaving everything behind and just… I don’t know, starting over?"

The question hit harder than expected, especially coming from him.

You’d only met a month ago, barely exchanged words until now. He was a prince, a future king, someone untouchable. And you… were a nobody. A baker. Someone whose future could vanish in the blink of an eye.

You looked around nervously at the cakes, your mother, the royal couple, the ornate palace walls, half-expecting a hidden camera to expose the whole conversation.

"Yes," you admitted, eyes still on your mother. "Since I was little. Since my father disappeared…"

You stopped yourself. You couldn’t go there, not with him. Especially not when he and his family might have had something to do with it, directly or not.

"Honestly," you continued quietly, "I’m not sure anymore if it would be better to start over… or just disappear entirely. If that makes any sense."

"It does," he whispered, cutting you off.

You met his gaze. And for the first time, you saw it, really saw it. He was tired too. Trapped, just like you. Maybe even more so.

You always thought he had everything. But what good was everything when none of it was what he wanted?

You barely had enough to survive. You were, technically, property of the Norris family now. But at least you had baking. At least you did something that made you feel alive. Lando, however, had lived in a golden prison since birth, and now he was being handed the key to an even tighter one.

"You know," he said, retreating into humor again, "if I fake a severe allergy to all the cake ingredients, we could cancel everything. I mean, all the cakes have the same stuff, right?"

"You’d really pretend to have an allergy, which could actually kill you, just to get out of a wedding?"

"I’d fake my own death if it meant I could blow this entire shit up."

He leaned in closer. And what he said next made your heart skip:

"Especially if it meant I could start over with someone who actually wanted this as much as I do."

You weren’t sure what shocked you more. His honesty, the hint of flirtation in his voice or the fact that some part of you was already imagining what that life might look like.

But before you could dwell on it, a sharp, deliberate cough snapped you back to reality.

You looked up and there was your mother. Arms crossed, eyes blazing.

Instinctively, you shrank away from Lando and lowered your gaze.

"I believe His Royal Highness has finished here," she said, her tone sharp as a blade. "Their Majesties are leaving, and I think it's time the prince did as well."

Lando, despite technically outranking everyone in the room, nodded respectfully. He stood, brushed the crumbs from his jacket, and apologized for the delay and "distraction." He turned to go.

But just before stepping away, he looked back at you and said softly, words only meant for your ears:

"Don’t disappear."

And you knew exactly what he meant.

"At least not until I figure out how to cancel this wedding and blow up this whole place without killing my family in the process."

You nodded. You didn’t know if he was joking or serious, though his body language suggested the latter.

"I won’t promise anything," you replied, playing along. "But if you need help creating a bit of chaos… I do know how to start fires while baking. You know, forgetting the oven is on with lots of cupcakes and stuff…"

He laughed again, and this time turned around and walked toward the exit of the room, not looking back at you. You didn’t mind, though. It felt like the beginning of something new… or a disastrous end.

The guards waiting near the room scattered, which was enough of a signal for you to start cleaning up. That’s what you did, all while replaying Lando’s words in your mind and trying to decipher any hidden meaning behind them with no success.

While you focused on cutting a few pieces and packing them into small boxes to later give to the beggars who lingered around the palace kitchens, something you loved doing daily, despite it being illegal, your mother suddenly grabbed your arm tightly and forced you to look at her, ignoring your protests at the pain.

"Have you lost your mind or are you just stupid?!" she hissed at you, shaking you. "Flirting with a prince? A prince who’s getting married in a few months? And doing it in front of the king and queen?!"

"He told me he doesn’t want to get married, mother," you whispered, trying to hold back tears from the pain she was causing you. "Besides, the king and the queen didn’t even notice Lando and I were talking—"

"That’s not the point!"

Your mother took a deep breath. She finally let go of your arm, and you could only sigh in relief, though it still hurt.

"You’re not here to start a royal scandal that becomes well-known not just in the kingdom, but throughout all of Euphion," she snapped harshly. "Do you know what this could lead to? Are you aware you could end up like your father?"

"I…"

"Just smile, don’t speak, and design a cake good enough so they won’t want to kill us for not being up to their standards."

You nodded, but you didn’t have the strength to answer. You didn’t even have the courage to stay there and finish cleaning up. Instead, you ran to your room, caring little about whatever punishment might come later.

Only one person mattered to you in that moment: Lando Norris. The way the prince had looked at you, as if you were more than just a possession of his family, stirred something inside you that felt a lot like the hope you once had as a child: that maybe you could make something better out of your life.

The final straw was when, upon entering your room, you found an envelope.

It had no sender, no seal that might give away who it was from.

Afraid, but dying of curiosity, you opened it:

Go to the second hallway on the third floor and pass the portrait of my great-uncle, the one with the fox hat that almost covers his entire head. Knock three times. Don’t bring your mother or let her suspect what you’re doing.

The note wasn’t signed, but you immediately recognized the elegant yet slightly clumsy handwriting from those gossiping social media accounts that posted everything related to him.

It couldn’t be from anyone else but Lando, especially after the strange conversation you’d had.

Uncertain but determined, you took a step to the door, ready to follow the instructions, when you suddenly heard weird, loud noises coming from the other side of it.

You froze, panic beginning to rise in your chest.

You held your breath and stepped back instinctively. The note, still in your trembling hands, slipped to the floor.

"Don’t trust the prince. No matter how much you want to, or what he tells you: don’t trust Lando Norris."

[ashlinxsloves]

Ahhh I need Dante and reader babysitting Nero so bad!🥹🫠

A/N: Oh my god, anon, yes!!! I've had some ideas on this for a while and would love to share some of my ideas! Especially with baby Nero hsjshssksh, I imagine young Nero being left in Vergil's care in this one, rather than him being abandoned in an orphanage in Fortuna– try to bear with me with this one since I love, love, LOVE domestic/slice of life Dante fics. Also, this has a lot of inspiration from all those Vergil & baby Nero fanarts– no deadbeat father here SSHSISHSJSH. A bit of friends to lovers in this one 🤭 ENJOY!! Also a bit suggestive in some parts, I couldn't help myself– this is Dante.

"Yeah, yeah, we know, Verge, no sugar for this little shit after 8.." "Dante, don't call him that, he's your nephew."

Dante and you were in charge of Nero for the weekend, Vergil having had 'business' to attend to somewhere out of the city and needed someone to take care of his son. He didn't really trust his younger brother to take care of Nero, but you were around, so he didn't think it'd be the worst to put him in your care.

You were one of Dante's closest friends, working in the shop as his presumed assistant and secretary. You didn't mind doing the paperwork as long as you got paid in some sort of way (which was mostly dinner rather than money).

Taking care of Nero was pretty easy, considering how Dante was twins with Vergil, so to a level, they looked alike. The kid was affectionate, and you were pretty good with children.

During the day, you and Dante decided to take Nero to the playground not too far from Devil May Cry and took him out for ice cream. You watched as Dante carried Nero on his shoulders and sometimes held him upside down, making Nero laugh.

"You'll dislocate his hip– Dante-!" "Nahh, he'll be fine, he's a Sparda!"

In the late afternoon, you went to buy some groceries, and some older people mistook Dante and you for a couple.

"Oh, what a sweet family you are.. how old is your son?" "Oh– er, uhm.."

It's mostly awkward on your end, but Dante didn't seem to mind and looked like he liked entertaining the situation.

"Oh, he's four." "That's so cute, he looks just like his dad.." "Oh, yeah, haha, he's a carbon copy of me, but he got his sweet personality from his mom– ow- babe!" "Dante, shut up.."

After the seemingly awkward grocery run, you made dinner for Dante and Nero, your mind occupied with the whole situation from the market.

How was Dante acting like it was normal between you? How was he so.. comfortable with it? Shaking the thoughts away, you focused on preparing your dinner before serving it to them.

When it got late, you decided to start getting ready to head out and back home before Nero tugged on your pant leg whilst looking up.

"Are you leaving?" "Oh– uhm, yeah, Nero.. but I'll be back tomorrow–" "Can you please stay? Uncle Donte and me want you to stay.. pretty please, miss Auntie?"

He gave you a small pout and those puppy dog eyes, making you chew on the inside of your cheek before looking at Dante who was leaning against his desk, a knowing grin on his face. You were weak. You couldn't just say no to the kid when he was making such an expression.

"Look at him.. isn't he adorable? Come on, doll, stay. Not like you haven't slept over before." "Dante, I had clothes with me, and I won't be sleeping in jeans–" "I can give you one of my shirts.. it's no big deal. Come on, you can't just say no to that face, can you?"

You decided to finally relent after a few minutes, gently shaking your head as you smiled when Nero beamed at your approval of staying for the night.

"Yayy!! Sleepover with Miss Auntie and Uncle Donte!"

Dante handed you one of his T-shirts, letting you get changed in his room before entering. The shirt ended at your mid-thigh, slightly pulling it down since you didn't have anything else underneath except for your underwear. His jaw went slack at the sight before closing his mouth, clearing his throat and looking away.

"I'll, uh.. I'll give you some sweatpants, give me a sec." "Don't you have any shorts or something? It's too hot for sweats." "Nope. Don't have any."

Obviously, he was lying, he did have some shorts somewhere, but you didn't need to know that. He was gonna take every chance to look at you like this. In his shirt. Smelling like him. It was messing with his head, and he couldn't do anything about it as he helped you get Nero ready for bed.

While you were reading a story to Nero after bathing him, Dante was in his room getting changed into some sleep pants and leaving himself shirtless. He went downstairs after a bit, seeing you in the kitchen, brewing some tea.

"The kid fell asleep?" "Mhm.. it wasn't too hard since you practically exhausted him in the park earlier while playing pirates."

You turned to face him, and saw how he stood there, leaning by the doorframe. Your eyes couldn't help but trail from his face to his chest down to his abs and happy trail–

Nope. You mentally slapped yourself, your brain reminding you that this was Dante. The goofy, stupid, smooth-talker Dante. You were NOT going to ogle your closest friend, whom, for the record, did not see in such a way before now.

"Mind if I sit around here with you?" "What? Yeah, of course, why would I not want you to?" "Eh.. I don't know."

Dante sounded... awkward. He was never awkward. And if you were being honest with yourself? It was a little cute. You poured the hot water into a mug, brewing the tea before throwing away the tea bag.

After you drank your tea, the two of you decided to head upstairs, your body instinctively heading towards the guestroom, only to see that it was filled with random shit and boxes.

"Oh, uh, yeah... I kind of turned the guestroom into a storage space. You can sleep in my room, I'll just sleep on the couch or something.."

You shook your head, your mouth opening before even thinking of your response and offered him to sleep in his room with you. His eyes went wide for a brief second before a familiar grin formed on his face.

"Oh, yeah? You wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with me?" "Shut up, it's not like that.. your couch is uncomfortable and– and I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable or something.." "Mmhmmm, sure."

Dante seemed cocky on the outside, but he was practically imploding. There was no way you just offered that. But he wasn't going to complain. Not in a million years.

After giving you a spare toothbrush, Dante and you got ready for bed. The two of you brushing your teeth next to each other in one bathroom shouldn't have made you feel anything, but the stupid fluttering in your stomach wouldn't stop.

Dante couldn't help but glance at you every few seconds, quietly admiring how you just.. fit in. In his life. In his home. He couldn't help but just feel something, even after years of just being friendly with each other.

The bed was spacious enough for two people, surprisingly. You lay down on the further end on the left side of the bed before Dante let out a soft scoff, making you turn your head towards him.

"What?" "You're literally going to fall off the bed. Do I stink that much that you don't want to be close to me? That hurts my feelings, doll." "Oh, shut up.."

You grumbled, deciding to scooch a tiny bit closer to him under the comforter. The bed was more comfortable than you thought.

Silence filled the room for a couple of moments before Dante decided to speak up at the same time as you.

"So, uh–" "The grocery thing–"

The both of you laugh softly, Dante has decided to stay quiet and let you start. He was curious about what you wanted to say, and he could wait for what he wanted to tell you.

"I, well– you seemed really comfortable telling that elderly lady about, uh, you know.." "Hmm? What? The couple thing? I was just playing along, you know.. not make things awkward." "Ah–"

Your lips thinned, Dante noticing how you seemed to tense up before he immediately corrected himself and spoke up again.

"Don't get me wrong–! I, uh, God, I can't believe I'm going to say this in such a stupid way."

He groaned, rubbing his face with his hand while chuckling awkwardly. Dante avoided your gaze, a subtle hint of a blush creeping to his ears.

"I've.. I kinda liked you. For a while now– well, more than a while. I was just too much of a pussy to admit it until now, and us being friends 'n all.."

Silence followed his confession like a weighted blanket, his eyes darting around the room before finally looking at you.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You racked your brain, trying to remember every possible interaction that might've hinted anything about Dante's feelings, a few of them dawning on you.

"I suck at this, I know– I'm sorry, if I made it awkward, just– just forget about it, haha–" "Dante, I like you too." "What."

Dante, taken aback by your reply, almost got whiplash from how fast he whipped his head to look at you. It was his turn to be surprised, his brain buffering before he let out a laugh.

"You're serious, right? You're not pulling my leg on this?" "Dante, no, why would I joke about-"

He cut you off before you could say anything else, his heart not being able to wait any longer as he crashed his lips onto yours. Dante was surprisingly gentle, not pushing himself onto you as he tilted your head a bit so he could delve into the kiss a bit more, his hand finding itself on the back of your head.

Pulling away from the kiss, Dante rested his forehead against yours with a small flush on his cheeks.

"Sorry.. I just really wanted to do that."

The two of you got woken up by Nero the next morning, the young boy climbing over the bed and gently patting Dante's head that was buried in your shoulder, while your leg was draped over his hip.

"Uncle Donte! Get off, Miss Auntie-!" "Mmmm.. how about no?"

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!! Pls reblog and like, I'd appreciate it! <3

[luvvannie]

NEPO-BABY -> sylus

syn. you make the mistake of mentioning to sylus that you want to move.

gen. fluff..

a/n. yall idk if i like this one tbh T^T honestly just posting for the sake of posting bc i don't have the time nor the energy to write these days with how many assessments i've had to study for but ITS OKAY!! the next one will be good trust

cmts + rbgs are super duper appreciated !! :D

sylus and you had been on your usual bedtime phone call when you mentioned you were thinking of looking for a new apartment. you told him about some minor issues around your current place. the water pressure in the shower was weak, and it wasn't too helpful after a long day of hunting and sore joints. the living room windows were jammed and didn't close all the way, and it made the winter unbearable. the signal in this busy part of the city wasn't good either, it took a good minute for you to call or text. and there was plenty more for you to complain about.

as you rattled off your grievances, sylus hummed on the other end, though it sounded absentminded. he was probably half-asleep. you had a tendency to talk his ear off before bed, and he had a tendency to let you.

a few minutes later, your complaints trailed off, and his voice—deep, smooth, laced with drowsiness—cut through the silence. "you sound tired, sweetie . go to sleep."

you pouted, shifting under the covers. you were on a roll. you had at least five more things to complain about, "but-!"

"goodnight. love you."

click! he hung up.

you huffed, looking at your phone screen, before shutting it off and laying back, closing your eyes and drifting off.

the next morning, you had the day off. you scrolled through your phone as you ate breakfast, only to pause mid-bite at a notification from sylus.

an... apartment complex?

your eyebrows furrowed as you opened the message.

you recognised that place almost instantly. it was probably the most prestigious housing in the fancy side of linkon. the side where security guards stood outside every shop and ladies in expensive dresses and pearl necklaces drank tea with their pinkies out in their gigantic penthouses while their husbands were at work. you'd dreamt of living there and being one of those ladies on your off days since you were a little girl.

you responded with multiple questions.

💬 y/n: -> huh?

💬 y/n: -> why are u sending me this?

💬 y/n: -> do u have the wrong number baby?

💬 sylus: -> no

💬 sylus: -> come.

come?

you were confused out of your mind, staring at the screen in bewilderment. what the hell was he up to? maybe sylus had another one of those meetings with some important person and needed you... for whatever reason. you finished the rest of your breakfast and got dressed, heading over to the apartment complex in his message.

when you arrived at the lobby, you found sylus speaking to someone at the front desk. his presence alone seemed to unnerve the poor receptionist, who fumbled with the keyboard as sylus glanced over at you.

his hand found its place on your lower back as you stopped beside him. "is it ready?"

the receptionist nodded—perhaps a little too quickly—before handing over a keycard.

sylus took the card, giving it to you as you blinked at him with confusion. "and all the adjustments i requested?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"y-yes, mr. sylus! everything has been completed."

he hummed in approval, turning around and bringing you to the elevator, the security nodding their heads at him respectfully. as he pressed the button to the top floor, the doors slowly shut, and you were finally given the opportunity to question him.

"what's going on? what are we doing here?"

he smirked.

no, not the smirk...

"hello?!"

the elevator dinged, and the doors opened again, and before you could press him any further he began walking down the hall ahead of you in long strides as you followed behind him like some little duckling, struggling to catch up. he stopped at the end, motioning for you to scan your keycard on the door. you grumble at him, but do so, and then he enters a password, and it unlocks.

you step into a huge, fully furnished apartment, looking around curiously. it looked untouched, like some display house. the furniture was really pretty too. it was all in your favourite colour, and you even noticed some paintings and posters from your favourite artists.

you turned back at him, "who lives here? it's really nice!"

he smirked, looking way too pleased with himself "you do."

your eyebrows furrowed, not quite catching on, "no i don't."

"well, you're holding the key, aren't you sweetie?"

the rest of the day was a whirlwind. or rather, his men handled the whirlwind while you stood there in shock, directing where you wanted things placed.

sylus had, in a single night, secured one of the most expensive apartments in the city—fully paid, fully furnished, and customised to your exact tastes. it was almost terrifying how well he knew you.

and those "adjustments" you overheard earlier? oh, he wasn’t playing around. adjustable water pressure and massage jets in the bath. upgraded heating throughout the entire place. a separate service line just for you.

amongst other things.

a few weeks passed in the new place, and you loved it. it was like a dream come true.

though you did notice something odd.

the workers, the security guards, even the neighbours—all of them treated you with an almost reverent level of politeness. a doorman scrambled to open the lobby doors for you before you even reached them. a boutique owner refused to let you pay for a dress, smiling nervously as she insisted it was on the house.

it was strange.

and then one night, sylus was over for dinner, and it clicked. you put your chopsticks down, "y-you..!"

sylus looked to you with a raised eyebrow, "yes?"

"that's why people have been so nice to me! you bribed them."

his lips curled into a lazy smirk, "bribed is such a strong word, kitten."

oh. god.

you groaned, burying your face in your hands, "i'm a nepo-baby!"

[kxsagi]

hellooo ^_^ can u do bllk characters x s/o who doesn't get jealous? like they would be getting flirted with by some random and she would be like "woah.. that was really cute" with rin, kaiser, isagi and karasu pleasee

“𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥”

a/n: i made two separate scenarios for each guy because i just love how funny this idea is (i also have this urge to spoil you)

ft. itoshi rin, kaiser michael, isagi yoichi, karasu tabito

itoshi rin

SCENARIO #1

rin is used to girls flirting with him but not used to you being completely unfazed by it. 

you’re sitting next to him at a café when a girl leans over and says he’s cute and asks for his number. 

you sip your drink and go, “not gonna lie, she has good taste. if i didn’t get to you first, i probably would’ve hit on you too.” 

rin.exe has stopped working. 

“why are you saying that? she just flirted with me in front of you.” 

“and? you look hot. i get it.” 

he’s annoyed but his ears are red. like he doesn’t want you to get jealous, but he also doesn't know what to do with your casual approval. 

glares at the girl until she walks away. 

he’ll mumble a quiet “you’re the only one i want anyway” later, with his hand gripping yours tightly under the table.

SCENARIO #2

rin is not used to public affection or public flirting. 

so when a girl at the gym gives him a bottle of electrolyte water and goes “you’re really attractive,” he just stiffens up and stares at it like she handed him a live grenade. 

you, watching from the treadmill, go: “damn, that was smooth. she even picked the lemon-lime flavor. she’s good.” 

rin: blinking rapidly like an npc mid-dialogue load “why are you complimenting her?” 

“because if i were her, i’d be doing the same thing. look at you, hot and sweaty. peak romance anime moment.” 

he turns so red you almost feel bad. almost. 

“do you want me to be mad or something?” he asks.

“no. i want you to be hydrated and adored.” 

proceeds to drink the water angrily while looking at you like this is a trap. 

later, he corners you like, “you know i’m only interested in you, right?” 

you smirk and say, “i mean… she might’ve had a chance if i died tragically or something.” 

he walks away muttering “i hate you” but his ears are crimson.

kaiser michael

SCENARIO #1

oh he lives for jealousy so when you don’t give it to him? chaos. 

someone’s flirting with him after a match and you just nudge him with a grin like, “yo, she was cute. go get her number.” 

“... are you serious?” 

you nod. “what? it’d be a waste if no one appreciated your face.” 

“okay, but i want you to appreciate my face. where’s your rage? your heartbreak? the drama?” 

you raise a brow. “damn, you want me to cry over you? you’re so needy.” 

he pouts. actually pouts. and sulks. 

spends the whole day clinging to you like, “you’re supposed to be obsessed with me. why are you so chill. i don’t like this.” 

but he secretly loves how confident and secure you are. it drives him insane in the best way. 

still flirts harder with you just to win your attention back. 

SCENARIO #2

he thrives on attention, especially when it makes you a little jealous. 

but you? you are too powerful. 

some reporter touches his arm, giggles, and calls him charming. 

you, from the side: “honestly? that giggle was cute. i’d flirt with you too if i didn’t already have you locked down.” 

kaiser: 👁️👄👁️ “… pardon?” 

“like, she’s not even wrong. your jawline has range.” 

“okay but aren’t you supposed to threaten her with violence or something? like a normal girlfriend?” 

“nah, i’d probably ask for her skincare routine first. girl’s glowing.” 

he goes into a full existential crisis. 

next time a girl flirts, he interrupts her mid-sentence like, “i have a girlfriend and she will not fight you, but i will cry.” 

gets aggressively affectionate just to make you flustered. 

“if i start making out with you in front of people, will you finally get jealous?” 

“nah but go ahead. show 'em why i brag about you.” 

kaiser’s jaw drops. he’s never been so emotionally outplayed in his life.

isagi yoichi

SCENARIO #1

he’s too nice to brush people off harshly, so when someone flirts with him, he just laughs nervously. 

you catch the whole thing and casually say, “she’s not wrong though. your smile is unfair.” 

he turns bright red. 

“wait, you’re not mad?” 

“mad? i was admiring you too. you looked like a commercial boyfriend just now.”

he starts sweating. “what does that mean???”

the kind of guy who would start spiraling like “do i seem like i don’t care about you? do i not give you enough attention?”

you reassure him by throwing yourself on him dramatically like, “you’re my hot striker boyfriend. don’t worry.”

10/10 flustered, but now walks away from flirty girls faster because he wants compliments from you only.

SCENARIO #2

poor sweet isagi. he’s just trying to live his life. 

a girl at the grocery store compliments his biceps and he goes “haha… thank you…” in his polite baby deer voice. 

you peek over and go, “hey, i saw that. she’s brave. i respect it.” 

he turns so fast like “wait what? you’re not mad?” 

“no? did you see the way she looked at you? she was fighting for her life.” 

he gets so flustered and sad he drops the bag of apples he was holding. 

“do i… not give you enough attention? is that why you’re not mad? are you bored of me?”

now you’re confused like, “yoichi, it’s not that deep, you’re just hot.” 

starts overcompensating with compliments for the next 3 days straight. 

“you’re so beautiful. i love you. i only want you. you look so pretty today –” 

“love. it was just one girl. calm down.” 

“i just need you to know. i’m loyal like a golden retriever.” 

poor guy is suffering. you laugh every time someone flirts with him now just to see him spiral. 

karasu tabito

SCENARIO #1

he thinks you’re just joking at first. 

like some girl flirts with him and you go, “yo, she’s bold. i kinda ship it.”

karasu: 😐 “hello? i have a girlfriend?? that’s you???”

you shrug. “and i have eyes. you’re hot. can’t blame her.”

karasu is now trying to flirt with you just to get your attention back. 

“well, if you’re not jealous… maybe i’ll start flirting back.” 

“cool, i’ll rate it out of 10.”

“STOP???”

he’s so used to being the confident, teasing one but you flip the script so fast he short circuits. 

gets clingier every time someone flirts with him. won’t let you sit more than an inch away. 

tells people: “my girlfriend is too supportive, it’s terrifying.”

SCENARIO #2

thought it’d be funny when girls flirted with him in front of you. 

keyword: thought. 

some girl at the pool party gives him the old “if you ever get tired of her, call me.” 

you snort and go, “girl you’re bold. 10/10. i respect the hustle.” 

karasu, blinking: “HUH???” 

“i mean you are walking around shirtless. she shot her shot.” 

“do you want me to put a shirt on? you’re just gonna LET her say that?” 

“what do you want me to do, bite her? she’s not wrong.” 

man is spiraling. 

“okay but you like me, right? like, you think i’m cute?” 

“duh. i call you my sexy bird boy in my head all the time.” 

“… i– okay. okay yeah, that’s valid.” 

after that, whenever someone flirts, he just turns to you and waits for your reaction like “what’s the score? how’d she do?” 

one time you say “that was weak. i’d rate it a 6.” 

he gets so smug like, “damn right. only my girlfriend gets to flirt with me properly.”

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[cowboyschumi]

HEARTLESS

Summary: Lando Norris has entered his heartless era with no intention of leaving it anytime soon. Now he’s hunting for prey on Raya, and that’s where he stumbles upon you.

Author’s note: Y'all really thirst over Mister Norris, my god. English is not my first language. Enjoy the reading lovelies, interactions are much appreciated.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, cheating mention, cursing ig. Tried to be inclusive, reader's gender is not specified.

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COWBOYSCHUMI | 2025 All rights reserved. Do not copy, translate, or upload on other platforms.

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Luisa was the best Lando ever had, everyone knew it including him, but he wouldn’t admit it out loud. The only ones cheering over their breakup were jealous, parasocial thirteen-year-olds.

But that was long ago. He moved on pretty quickly, not exactly beating the cheating allegations. Russian model this, Brazilian actress that… and it was all true. There was no denying. He was really enjoying his singleness, having a blast every heated Sunday. But beyond that? Nothing. He got scared easily by commitment or brushed off any trace of a slight chance of dating someone seriously.

He didn’t know why, this tendency to avoid and escape. Deep down, he knew he was hurt. Not hurt by someone else, though. He did it all by himself, ruining the only real thing he ever had. Fans who cared pointed it out: 'His spark is missing,' 'We miss silly old Lando!'

And after claiming he didn’t want to mature because he was happy where he was, he finally matured. Or at least, he pretended to, showing himself as nonchalant and bold. Expressiveness and cameras were just a performance, because in his daily life, he still acted like a teenage boy, eager to get laid

Anyone with an average experience on dating apps knew they were the worst—a way to boost egos based on looks, only to end up rejected and discarded. Raya seemed different, more polite, you guessed. You weren’t the dating type, but curiosity got the best of you. You wanted to know what the hype was about.

Lando, on the other hand, spent most of his day on that app. Every girl swiped right on him, but he rarely matched with someone he actually liked. He wasn’t too strict about looks, he was more of a 'the bigger, the better' type of guy.

Raya wasn’t Tinder. Access was limited, and confidentiality was a must. That’s why you were really surprised when you got in after an exhausting approval process. Your friends freaked out, screamed, and practically climbed the walls of your apartment—the excitement was real. Maybe even a little more than yours.

"Hand me the phone." I don’t even know all these people you’re swiping left and right on." Your patience was limited, and your friends knew exactly how to test it. They kept using your Raya like it was theirs while you minded your own business, eating ice cream. You had no intention of swiping, and the girls knew it, that’s why they took matters into their own hands.

"Oh. My. God. Shut up."

"That’s Lando Norris!" One of them immediately snatched the phone from your friend’s hands.

"Who’s Lando Norris?"

They looked at you like you had just committed a crime, or like they’d seen a ghost behind you. You weren’t sure if your question was out of place or if it was the fact that you had just spoken with a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth

"You’re kidding, right?" Finally, one of them spoke after a long, awkward silence.

FOMO—a word used by chronically online people to describe the fear of missing out, not knowing what’s going on, feeling excluded. That was exactly how you felt for not knowing who Lando Norris was.

"Formula One driver?" Now the phone was in your hands. You were reading his description with the screen practically glued to your face, like a mom who can’t see a thing unless it’s that close.

"That guy beat Verstappen a few times, right?" That was the only thing you could come up with, just from scrolling through Twitter and catching bits of the news. You didn’t know a single thing about the sport.

And sometimes, famous people liked that: their love interests not knowing anything about them, their jobs, the rumors, or the creepy facts.

Your Raya profile didn’t have anything special, aside from your picture-perfect photos. Celebrities didn’t actually care about you deep down—only if you fit their beauty standards. Being active and checking profiles wasn’t on your to-do list. It was just pure curiosity.

But somehow, you two matched. May the universe know under what circumstances and why.

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"When will I have the chance to meet you?"

His text was blunt, like you already knew each other. Maybe even a little desperate.

"What happened to 'Hello, how are you, my name is…'?"

You answered sarcastically, but truthfully. Not introducing yourselves was kind of rude. But you got the point, Lando didn’t care about who you were or what you had to say. The quicker you ended up in his bed, the better.

He laughed at your text, you had the kind of sense of humor he’d fall for. He wouldn’t lie, he enjoyed how obsessed girls were with him and how quickly the dirty talk escalated with just one message. But to his surprise, you weren’t that easy to win over.

"Haha, sorry. Is dinner fine with you?"

Wow, he was really a bad texter. The driest you’d ever seen, dare you say. Was it a guy thing or just a wannabe mysterious famous person thing? You hoped the conversation would be better in person because, damn, it’d be a shame if his pretty face had nothing to say.

"Send me the addy. I don’t need an F1 driver picking me up, I’d rather pass."

Your fear of speed was a thing.

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Lando was attractive. You weren’t exactly interested, but nervousness ran through your veins. Dates always did this over you—stuttering, sweaty palms, and way too much overthinking. You even considered canceling, but your friends wouldn’t let you.

You were a fashion design student, meaning you had some knowledge of trends and what suited your silhouette. Lately, silky long attires were your go-to for night fits; simple, elegant. You dressed for yourself, for comfort, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention and the flattering compliments on your fashion sense.

Monaco was small. Getting anywhere was a short drive, so the Uber didn’t take long. But as you stepped out of the car, your stomach twisted. The restaurant in front of you was huge, glowing with warm lights, yet no people coming in or out. The classic internet trap flashed through your mind—what if there was no Lando Norris waiting for you at all?

“Y/N?”

His voice sounded unsure. He was glued to his phone, shamelessly checking if you actually looked like the pictures he’d been thirsting over on that awful app.

You turned around slowly, mentally cursing yourself, and then your friends. And there he was.

He really screamed Formula One driver. The expensive car gave him away immediately. You had boots on, and he was wearing sneakers, making him not nearly as tall as you expected. You bit your cheek, trying not to laugh at the fact that you were practically the same height.

How were you supposed to act on a date with someone worldwide famous?

Lando leaned in to kiss your cheek, but you instinctively extended your hand for a handshake instead. The night hadn’t even started, and you already wanted the earth to swallow you.

“Shall we?”

He offered his arm, effortlessly charming. Gentleman, innit?

You hesitated before looping your arm through his, still not saying a word. But as you stepped into the restaurant, your stomach dropped.

The place was empty. No other customers. Just you and him.

Your face went pale because there was only one explanation.

He did not…

“Mister Norris!”

A well-dressed waiter greeted him with familiarity. They knew each other. With a simple hand gesture, he led you both to your table. The level of formality made you feel like royalty.

Dim lighting, soft music. A candle flickered in the center of the round table, it had the scent of chocolate, if your nostrils weren’t failing you. The ambiance was undeniably beautiful.

He really outdid himself.

You sat down, eyes narrowing at him. "You did not rent out this whole place just for us."

"Yeah, I did."

Lando chuckled, his smile boyish—like a kid caught red-handed. You playfully shoved his shoulder, you hated surprises and gifts in any format.

Your face burned red, so you instinctively hid behind the menu. Of course, he noticed. He found it adorable.

His foot lightly tapped yours under the table, trying to get your attention. "Are we playing hide and seek now?"

You sighed, setting the menu down just so he could see you roll your eyes. "What are you ordering?" you asked in a hushed tone, like it was some kind of secret, despite the fact that no one else was around.

Your elbows rested on the table as you leaned slightly toward him. He did the same. The tiny candle was the only thing between you.

There was no need for flirtation or innuendos—the tension was already there.

For you two, banter was enough.

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"So, fashion designer, huh?" He asked, cutting his food, trying to throw the conversation toward you.

"So, Formula One driver, huh?" You mocked him, mimicking his tone—because, seriously, that was the most basic question ever. Your background was more than obvious; it was explicitly written on Raya. But you got it—he was just as nervous as you were.

One thing Lando was sure of: you weren’t like his other dates. My god, you were hard to get. An hour in, and there had been no physical contact at all—just chatter, chatter. Not that he was complaining. You were an interesting and undecipherable human being.

"How many girls have you brought here?"

You loved making people uncomfortable with your questions, especially when you already knew the answer—you just wanted to see their reaction. Lando practically choked on his food at your out-of-the-blue assumption.

"W-what?"

It was hilarious how fast he grabbed his water, like he couldn’t believe how unfiltered you were. You repeated the question, and he had no choice but to answer.

"I don’t know… two or three?"

At least he was honest. Or tried to be.

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Dinner happened, to your surprise, quickly—because time moved fast when you were really enjoying yourself, losing track of it completely. Luckily, the Formula One driver caught up with your jokes, knowing exactly how to turn them back on you. Like an Uno reverse card. For you, there was nothing more intimate than teasing each other mutually and just the right amount. Some people couldn’t take a joke, and that was such a turn-off. But Lando simply got you.

Now, you were exiting the glamorous restaurant, shoulders covered by his huge coat. Your laughter was loud, and in just two hours, you had already built inside jokes between the two of you.

"Looking forward to seeing your replacement next Sunday if you catch a cold."

"And I'm looking forward to seeing your pretty face again."

He ended all the joking with a cheeky, flirtatious remark—he knew exactly how to make a girl’s legs weak using nothing but his natural charisma.

"You never shut up, do you?"

And then you did the unthinkable.

Without thinking twice, you pulled him in, your lips merging into one. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, finally releasing all the tension and need that had been weighing on you.

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The car you once eyed as luxurious was now the place where you were making out frenetically. The kissing was obscene, neither of you knew where all that passion came from, but it was addictive.

His firm hands gripped the fabric of your branded clothing, holding your hips in place, not wanting you to make any movement against his lap. It’d be the death of him—he was already suffering a nightmare between his legs.

Your fingers instantly got lost in his curls, tangling and pulling them mid-kiss. Lando’s mouth was practically fighting against yours, turning it into the sloppiest mess. Heaven had never felt this chaotic. You took your time exploring every corner of his mouth with your tongue, while his hands traveled deliberately across your body, wishing there was no fabric separating you two. His fingertips traced you as if you were as fragile as a sculpture, slow and delicate. You melted under his touch, squirming on top of him at the barest touch. It was inoffensive, yet he knew exactly how to caress all the right places.

A shiver ran down your spine as your body suddenly felt colder than seconds ago—a thin breeze brushed against your right thigh. He was sliding up your outfit, eager to go further.

"Easy, driver." A whisper escaped your lips, breathy from all the intense air-exchanging. Your lips brushed against each other, expectant but unmoving. "I know you like adrenaline and fast things, but not tonight."

Fucking on the first date wasn’t your thing, you had at least some dignity. This wasn’t just a hook-up; a few butterflies were already flying around in your stomach, and you despised it.

With half-lidded eyes, he looked up at you, locking gazes. His puppy-blue eyes were now dark with lust. His swollen, glossy lips formed a slight pout. If you kept staring at him—at his pathetic, needy, almost convincing face—you’d be stripping down quicker than lightning.

Trying to put an end to his little show, you placed a hand over his face and shoved him away, cutting off all dangerous eye contact.

"Not tonight gives me a free pass for a second date, according to my understanding." He contradicted you, attempting to sound smart with a cocky grin spread across his face.

"You really are something else, Lando Norris." You did your thing to keep him quiet, preventing any cringey pick-up line from escaping his lips, and restarted the make-out session.

He was relieved that you’d shut him up quickly, because the longer it went on, the more he felt like verbalizing the flying feelings in his stomach.

[niceutossu]

Observant | Sakusa x Reader

Of course you charmed Hinata first, always matching his energetic and early morning greetings. Although the wing spiker was also easy to impress and even easier to like so it wasn’t too surprising.

Similarly, Sakusa wasn’t that shocked when Bokuto became putty in your hands. He always perked up like a little flower whenever you’d shower him with praise, your tone sincere but words firm; never going as far as to baby him but helping him get back up when he dramatically fell down.

Atsumu did take a bit longer than he had anticipated to come around. At first, he was acting like a high schooler with a crush, avoiding you at all costs until you offhandley mentioned having lived abroad. Afterwards, he easily became the most smitten.

Despite all your newfound connections, you had kept your distance from Sakusa, which he preferred and appreciated. During the brief moments you two did interact you always kept it professional, offering a polite greeting followed up by helpful advice. There was no pressure to become fast friends and you were already really good at your job, having been handpicked by Iwaizumi himself.

While he did come to silently admire your professionalism, and Iwaizumi-seal-of-approval, he found your ability to seamlessly switch gears between him and his teammates to be a bit…off-putting.

How was it that you could get along with him and Atsumu? It was unprecedented and you also were the newest addition to the team, so he couldn’t help himself from questioning your true intentions.

-

“Hinata-san is always so lively, huh?”

Sakusa paused upon hearing your voice, not wanting to intrude on you and Iwaizumi’s private conversation about his teammate. While he’d normally be one to mind his business, he couldn’t help but stand still for a moment to find out what you really thought behind the scenes.

“I guess you could say that.” Iwaizumi responded, having known the ginger longer than he had worked with him.

Sakusa slightly frowned at his tone, assuming you had broken your professional streak and were engaging in petty gossip. Of course you had been faking all those cheerful greetings, just as he had-

“Well, I like it.” Your clear voice interrupted his thoughts, tone firm as if challenging Iwaizumi’s previous comment and his own negative thoughts.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding, feeling a brief sense of relief wash over him before he felt shame slowly replace it. What the hell was he doing eavesdropping and why did he feel guilty? It’s not like being a people person absolved you of anything, you were bound to show your true colors sooner or later.

-

Weeks later during your first ever team meeting, and Sakusa’s umpteenth, you catch him off guard yet again as their power-hungry assistant coach goes to make the same tired comment about Bokuto’s inconsistency.

“You’re just not very reliable during high-pressure moments.”

Glancing over to look at his teammate, he could already see his two-toned hair begin to droop when suddenly your hand shot up and all eyes turned to look at you.

Your expression was calm but your eyes were glazed over with purpose, so unafraid it almost seemed like this was your umpteenth meeting.

“Bokuto-san has always been someone who performs best when he’s supported. I’ve seen firsthand how well he steps up under pressure when he’s in the right headspace, and that’s something we can easily help him with.” You speak up, voice firm but polite.

Glancing over at his teammate again he can see the tip of his hair now standing tall, his amber eyes filling with overdramatic tears as he tried to start bounding towards you, barely held back by Atsumu and Hinata who knew better than to disturb a team meeting.

The tension in the room, despite Bokuto’s incessant wailing, was thick. Even though you were both assistants, you were younger which meant the assistant coach was technically your senior, and he had taken your comment as direct disrespect. Thankfully, Iwaizumi came to the rescue, not only agreeing with your point but adding a few of his own to de-escalate the situation.

Afterwards, Sakusa couldn’t help but keep glancing over at you during the rest of the meeting. The smallest part of him even hoping to catch your eye which surprises him.

Why would he ever want such a thing?

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It’s their first big home game and nothing is going right for Atsumu. Sakusa can tell by the sloppy passes and frustrated grunts during rotations. Everyone was bound to have an off-game, it was human nature. Except Atsumu was anything but human— or at least he pretended to be.

Bokuto’s ‘don’t minds’ and Hinata’s ‘next times’ fell upon deaf ears as the setter finally began to crack. Before he could blow up on court the whistle was blown and a timeout was called.

The blond angrily made his way to the bench, brushing off his teammates encouragement as he sat down with his eyes locked onto the floor. He put his hands on his knees as he breathed heavily, clearly lost in thought over his minor but costly mistakes.

Even though the setter was a pain in Sakusa’s ass, he would never deny his skill when it came to the sport. He was annoyingly prideful but he had every right to be when it came to his precision and control during games. Any time he couldn’t show off these assets, his meltdowns were inevitable.

As such, Sakusa simply swipes the sweat from his brow while glancing over at his aggravated teammate from the sidelines. He knows it’s better to leave him alone to collect himself.

Just as he thinks this, there, from the corner of his eye, he sees you walking over to them. You stand right in front of Atsumu and he can tell the whole team is holding their breath as they wait for you to say something.

Over-the-top encouragement was a guaranteed way to piss Atsumu off, and also the go-to for inexperienced trainers. Sakusa can’t help but feel a little bad for you when the blond finally glances up at you, his eyebrows knit tightly and mouth parted as if ready to tell you off.

Before he can say anything though, you kneel down slightly to meet him at eye level, voice steady but soft enough for only him to hear as you speak. From his spot on the court, Sakusa couldn’t hear what you were saying but he does notice something strange: Atsumu is actually listening to you.

A few moments pass and you stand back up, offering him a small nod before going to stand at the sidelines. The setter isn’t staring at the ground anymore and the previous frown on his face has eased up. Whatever it is you had said, it had clearly resonated with him.

A few points later, Atsumu delivers a perfect set to Hinata who spikes the ball and wins them the rally. Afterwards, the blond turns back to look at you in the sidelines, flashing you a smile Sakusa had never seen before.

It’s not the annoying grin he puts on for fans or the one he’s practiced for pictures, but something more real and subdued: a genuine token of appreciation.

When Sakusa catches the exchange he feels stupid. Really stupid. You were authentic and true and he was a pessimistic asshole. At least, that’s what it felt like the universe was telling him as the rest of the match goes smoothly. Never once during it do you bring any more attention to yourself, despite having been the one to break through to their setter.

Later, during their time in the locker room and after having won, Sakusa overhears Bokuto ask Atsumu what you had said to him. Normally, Sakusa would be in and out, repulsed by the environment and wanting to avoid these sort of post-match conversations all together. This time though he stayed put, taking his time to pack his things.

Why did he even care?

“Nothin’ that hasn’t been said before.” Atsumu responded simply, and Sakusa can’t rationalize why he feels a pang of disappointment when everyone but him seems to know what that means.

He knows you had probably gotten closer to his other teammates, while he himself could count the amount of times you had spoken to him on one hand. But were you really that much closer to everyone else but him?

After he had seen the moment shared between you and Atsumu, he had silently accepted defeat. There was no need to question your intentions or gauge for your reactions anymore. He decided then and there that he could finally let it go. You weren’t like any of the trainers before, you were better in every way and then some.

But now, knowing that he had missed out on whatever magic you seemed to carry, he felt more on edge than he had waiting for you to fail.

He stuffs the rest of the things in his bag unceremoniously, clicking his tongue in annoyance and unintentionally gaining the attention of Hinata who gives him a curious look.

“You’re not really that close to Iwaizumi jr. are you, Sakusa?” The ginger asked, simply making a harmless observation but landing a critical blow on whatever remained of his fellow spiker’s composure. Honestly, Sakusa should’ve told him to stop calling you that ridiculous nickname but instead, all he could muster was a head shake ‘no’ before leaving.

-

The next few days during practice, Sakusa still can’t keep his eyes off you. Now without any judgement to cloud his mind, he’s started noticing things he hadn’t before.

Like how your hair always seemed shine when you would stand by Iwaizumi during morning meetings. Or how you smelled when you walked by, clean but never overpowering.

He feels like a creep for being able to pick up on it but he manages to convince himself he’s still merely observing, making sure you’re doing well for the good of the team.

Over time he discovers that if he gets you to meet his gaze you’ll tense up when your eyes meet his own, with you quickly feigning ignorance afterwards as you look anywhere but him.

Your subtle antics were starting to become a bit too endearing for his peace of mind. And before he knew it, getting you to meet his gaze became like a game of sorts. He felt a little mean at times but nothing excited him more than to see someone who was usually so composed, become so flustered.

You weren’t a serious person per say, he had overheard you cracking jokes even he found himself nose exhaling at. But you also weren’t so easily swayed. Hinata’s friendliness and Bokuto’s frequent touches usually went unnoticed by you. Even Atsumu’s blatant flirting left you unfazed (despite some of the lines making even Sakusa’s stomach flutter…).

So why was a little eye contact making you so nervous? He knows he can be an intimidating guy but he also can’t help himself from letting his thoughts drift to more interesting possibilities.

What if he made you nervous for…different reasons?

That thought alone led to a week of sleepless nights. He remembers the whole ordeal well because he had terrible eye bags. Or at least terrible enough for you to leave energy packets near his water bottle, neatly boxed and sanitized to his liking.

Yet again you kept him thinking of you without even saying so much as a word to him.

How cruel.

After that incident, he finds all of his thoughts drifting back to you, with his eyes now unconsciously following suit. He felt a little ashamed at times, given that you were an innocent bystander who had gotten caught up in his uncharacteristically messy emotions. The two of you weren’t even friends.

You were a stranger, charming and capable yes— but still a stranger. He was only seeing you through a rose-colored lens, he rationalized, having heard nothing but high praises from his peers. You definitely had your own germs and quirks he’d find annoying, a deadly threat to his very way of life.

But if he was being honest with himself, truly honest, you had your own gravitational pull. A sort-of welcome weight that went directly against his usual sound logic and reason.

He only truly noticed it when he saw the way you lit up talking to anyone and everyone. That’s when he thinks he’s starting to get it, to get you. And the patience and passion you have for the sport that rivaled his own.

The one he could see it in the hours you put in and the minute details you remembered, things that made you stronger and infinitely better than anyone before you.

Your quick wit was also a nice touch but these were things he didn’t even get to experience, merely yearn for from the sidelines for almost a year before he feels himself finally begin to give into your weight.

The old rickety dwellings of his heart creak at the thought of making room for another person. Especially after having spent his entire life trying to put space between him and the entire world.

Relationships with his teammates were a given, an unwritten rule in the countless contracts he had signed throughout his career. He could deal with people if it meant he got to play volleyball.

This, you, were different though. There was no need to pursue anything outside of daily niceties, simple hellos and goodbyes. You had given him the space to, the chance to live his life without another person’s germs to deal with.

But he didn’t want that, he hated that. He also hated that you had made the choice for him before getting to know him, even though you had only done so because you did get to know him through Iwaizumi. He feels stupid when he really thinks about it; how his feelings were just one big paradox.

If nothing was going to make sense, then there was no need to be logical. At least that’s what he decides when he catches himself searching for you during public events, never once actually spotting you among the crowds.

And it shouldn’t have been that surprising given your role, things he would have normally taken into account being such a rational guy. But all he can focus on for the rest of night is the disappointment he feels, and the heavy ache in his chest. It should’ve irritated him, should’ve made him push you further away but instead it left him wanting more.

Yes. He wanted more, even if it came at the cost of social interaction. If you were going to keep him up at night and occupy his thoughts 24/7, it was better to break his own rules than lose his mind thinking about you. And, if you were going to keep your distance, then maybe he’d to be the one to close the gap.

-

Whatever you were in the middle of writing down is suddenly forgotten when you feel his gaze on you again. It’s getting heavier each time, lingering longer, more insistent. It made it a bit difficult to focus on your work, especially when it was practically non-stop now.

Sakusa was an observer, that much was clear from the day you met him. He was a lot more laidback than the trio you had become well-acquainted with, preferring to stay back with Meian or Inunaki.

You never minded his gaze, noticing how his eyes closely followed anybody from his teammates to coaches. Except just like him you were also an observer, immediately picking up on his increased glances.

In the beginning it felt like he was judging you, gaze passive and discerning. There was no real interest behind it past cold calculation. Despite the heaviness, it was bearable then. You weren’t a stranger to doubts and Sakusa was just another person to prove wrong.

Except, his eyes on you feel different now: they’re searching, watching and impossible to ignore.

The first few times you had pretended not to notice despite the way his eyes burned into you, as if studying you. It made it harder to focus on the clipboard in front of you, your racing heart thrumming loudly in your ears. Why was he looking at you?

You kept telling yourself that you didn’t care, that you were imagining it, and that it didn’t matter either way.

But it did matter.

You had been trying so hard to convince yourself it didn’t, that Sakusa was just another player—albeit a more complicated one—and that whatever you were feeling were just misplaced nerves.

After all, you were surrounded by men like him all the time: strong, talented, and painfully good-looking. Bokuto’s infectious enthusiasm and Atsumu’s flirtatious antics didn’t make your pulse quicken. Even Hinata, with his boyish charm and relentless optimism, didn’t throw you off like this. So why Sakusa? What was it about him that had you so unsteady?

Perhaps it was the way he stood apart from the others, always watching from the sidelines, but never fully engaging unless he had to. He kept his cards close to his chest, making him difficult to understand and even harder to approach. His sharp jaw and dark eyes definitely didn’t help to ease your nerves either.

Honestly, it was a bit frustrating how much he was affecting you. Half the time you couldn’t even see his entire face but when you did, you’d always have to take your lunch then and there to collect yourself in the break room.

You had been so careful to respect his boundaries, so determined to keep things strictly professional, and yet here you were—practically stumbling under the weight of his gaze.

What made it even worse was the fact that he knew. He had to know, didn’t he? You weren’t that great at hiding it, despite your best efforts. It felt like every time he looked at you, he was waiting for you to slip up, to betray some part of yourself you’d rather keep hidden.

Despite this, you wanted him to acknowledge the tension that had been building between you for months now. Because at least if he said something, you’d know where you stood. You could finally stop playing eye tag, stop wondering what he thought of you, and stop second-guessing yourself every time his eyes lingered a little too long.

Except you doubted he’d ever comment on his effect on you and a part of you honestly preferred to live your life without him ever saying anything about it. Perhaps you were overthinking it, and there was a logical explanation waiting to be revealed.

Like your hair being messy or how he found what you thought was thoughtfulness to be overbearing. You were someone who usually prided themselves on their people skills but Sakusa had left you utterly perplexed. It was well-known he was a complicated person but this was way beyond your scope.

Normally, he would stare from afar but this time he was approaching towards you, and quickly. You turned your head to meet his obsidian eyes and flash him a friendly smile, doing your best to ignore the nauseating way your stomach flipped and heart squeezed.

What why what—

“Do you need something, Sakusa-san?” You ask, putting on a brave face despite your crumbling composure.

It wasn’t the first time you had said his name but it was the first time he noticed how sweet it sounded coming from you. It was like even your voice was attentive, carefully curling around the syllables of his name.

“Do you have a handkerchief I could borrow?”

You immediately freeze at his question, eyebrows almost knitting together in confusion before your expression turned neutral again, remnants of hesitation still evident in your eyes.

What the fuck.

From the first day you had met Sakusa, you had also learned another thing about him; he was a germaphobe on the extreme end of the spectrum. Iwaizumi had warned you to steer clear of his belongings and ‘let him come to you’.

You remember cracking a joke that he was kind of like a cat but Iwaizumi hadn’t laughed, or even smiled for that matter.

“Well, no, cause cats eventually warm up to you.”

You waved it off awkwardly before changing the topic, silently making a mental note of Sakusa’s habits. You didn’t mind having to accommodate to him or the fact you wouldn’t be able to get close to him period. This was your job after all, you’d respect any and every boundary of your new teammates.

So why, why was he standing right in front of you, close enough to where if either of you reached out your arms you’d touch, asking for something so…unclean. You blinked up at him, head still reeling at having been so caught off guard.

It was a well-known fact Sakusa would rather be caught dead than use anyone else’s, so he can’t even feel offended at your stunned reaction. If anything, he feels embarrassed that this is the only way he could think of getting closer to you.

You feel your spine tingle as his scent invades your senses. There was an expected cleanliness to it but behind that was a hint of sweat; salty but inviting like the sea. Normally you’d gag at the smell but the fact that it was Sakusa made it gratifying. You manage to hold yourself back from taking in a deeper breath and getting fired for sexual harassment.

You only realize you’ve failed to say anything for too long when he suddenly cleared his throat, now mortified from your earlier gaping. You let out a string of apologies, stumbling over your words as you hastily make way to the bench where you had set your things, looking over your shoulder to make sure he was following you.

Despite seeing you in this flustered state constantly, it never failed to make him feel excited. You never acted this way with other team members, never threw them such coy looks. But even if that was true, he was still himself.

Aside from the excitement of being around you, he was also nervous. Completely unsure of what he would do when he was forced to take what he asked for. Even though he was interested in you he was also not about to get over years of ingrained habits like it was nothing.

When you went to hand him the cloth, his eyebrows raised ever so slightly in surprise. You had his exact brand and style of handkerchief. He could have sworn you used a different brand, having seen you offer all his other teammates a checkered red and white one.

“I haven’t used it for anyone else or even myself yet, so,” you said, voice the least confident he had ever heard it. He knew you were well-acquainted with his germaphobic tendencies but thinking about how you had been holding onto something like this, for him, was almost too much to process.

He stared down at you, expression hardened as he remained unmoving. Your hand remained outstretched to offer him the cloth, still neatly pressed in the packaging. Had you been observing him as much as he had been observing you? If so, he had never noticed your keen eyes on him.

“This brand,” he started, unsure of what he wanted to say.

‘This brand…is my favorite?’ Stupid.

‘This brand…is the best.’ God what is he, Hinata?

‘This brand…isn’t what you normally use.’ Absolutely not.

“I saw you using one like it once and so I tried them out.” You stated, unknowingly saving him with your shy confession.

“What did you think?” He asked, refusing to let your first real conversation end despite the awkward pauses and stiff flow.

At his question there was a sudden beat of silence, your eyes scanning over his face with an unreadable expression. He felt his heart stutter in his chest at your gaze, wanting to run away and hide before you could find whatever you were looking for.

On your end, you were taking your time to admire his features up close. He was handsome, moisturized skin and matching lips. His eyebrows were well-maintained, and you felt your hand twitch at sight of duo moles above his right one; fingers longing to trace over each one individually.

If this was going to be one of your only conversations with Sakusa, and the closest you’d ever get to him, you wanted to savor it despite the tense atmosphere.

“You have a good eye.” You complimented, voice so sweet and honest it made him smile, a small one that he followed with an amused exhale.

At the rare sight you gave him your own unique expression, eyebrows knitting together with a pretty red tint blooming across your cheekbones. Your eyes were searching his own for some sort of explanation, as if you had read him wrong but when he let his smile fully reach his eyes your blush only grew deeper.

Sakusa wasn’t some sort of alien, he smiled when he felt like it just like anyone else, and between knowing you noticed him and having you compliment him, he just couldn’t help himself.

“Thanks, you have a good eye too.” He said, eyes twinkling with some sort of double-meaning that you didn’t quite pick up, evident in the way you cocked your head to the side.

Maybe you hadn’t noticed him the way in the same way he noticed you.

He waved his last statement off, opting instead to take the package from your hand, making sure your fingers touched despite your best efforts to avoid it. He felt himself tingle at the brief skin-to-skin contact, eyes meeting yours as if to say ‘that was on purpose’.

“I’ll be sure to return this.” He states in his usual cool tone as you remained in a bit of a daze, cheeks still slightly flushed with your mouth pulled into a tight line.

He had never seen you show any of the other guys such a vulnerable expression and he felt his chest swell with pride at the thought. The red on your cheeks began to fade as you composed yourself, looking less and less coy but just as alluring.

“You can keep it, I bought it just for you.” You admitted, your voice once again brimming with newfound confidence as you bowed slightly.

Now it was Sakusa’s turn to be stunned. He had not expected you to be so honest. This brand was expensive and the store was out of the way. Had he really been worth the trouble?

The piercing sound of a loud whistle and squeaking of sneakers cut your exchange short. Without saying anything he met your eyes again with an intensity you finally understood the meaning of. At least enough to not look away this time, firmly holding his gaze despite the weak feeling in your knees and loud beating of your heart.

A few moments passed between the two of you, eyes locked onto one another’s in a silent confirmation of sorts, an unspoken I see you. After no more than a couple seconds he gave you a small thanks and wave goodbye. As he approached his teammates he felt himself wanting to look back at you, at your eyes more specifically. He always thought the way you avoided eye contact when he stared was amusing, but having you finally hold his gaze nearly killed him.

Had he been looking at you that intensely? He pressed his lips together tightly, swallowing down hard as the image of your glossy eyes staring into his own filled his mind. Before he could think about it any further he remembered the brand new handkerchief in his hand, gripping it slightly before deciding to pocket it, having no real intention to use it then it there.

It had been a gift after all, and a thoughtful one at that. He’d have to save it for some special occasion, just like he’d also have to get you to look at him like that again.

[solxamber]

The Fairest of Them All || Vil Schoenheit

You've chosen Vil!

Navigating the chaos of Night Raven College, you somehow end up stealing the heart of Pomefiore’s untouchable Housewarden.

w.c: 5.3k

1k Masterlist ; Prologue

It’s the night of the opera, and you’re anxiously adjusting your outfit for what feels like the hundredth time. Vil had invited you—Vil Schoenheit, the epitome of elegance and poise—and you’d spent hours ensuring you looked halfway decent next to someone so effortlessly perfect.

When the knock at the door comes, you barely manage to keep yourself from sprinting to open it. And there he is.

Vil stands on your doorstep, dressed in formal wear that could kill a victorian child, his golden hair tied back with precision that seems almost unfair to the rest of humanity. A soft scent of bergamot and cedar follows him, making your brain stutter.

Your jaw goes slack, and you freeze, blatantly staring like a deer caught in headlights. You’re trying to say something, anything, but the only thing leaving your mouth is the sound of air escaping your lungs.

Vil’s lips twitch into the faintest smirk. “Good evening,” he says smoothly, clearly noticing your state. His eyes sweep over your outfit, and he nods in approval. “You’ve done well. You look rather lovely tonight.”

“Uh-huh,” you manage to squeak, still staring. Internally, you’re screaming: What do you mean rather? Lovely?? Have you looked in a mirror recently?!!

He gestures toward the waiting car. “Shall we?”

You nod dumbly, closing the door behind you before following him to the sleek black vehicle parked outside.

The interior of the car is as polished as Vil himself, the soft leather seats and faint glow of the dashboard making it feel like you’ve stepped into another world. You try to focus on the excitement of the opera, but the quiet presence of Vil next to you is making that exceedingly difficult.

As the car glides through the city, your hands brush accidentally, a fleeting touch that sends a little jolt through you. You glance at him, expecting him to pull away or comment, but he doesn’t even blink. If anything, his expression softens, his gaze fixed out the window.

You take a deep breath, gathering your courage, and slowly slip your hand into his.

Vil raises an eyebrow ever so slightly, but his grip tightens around yours, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “Excited, are we?” he murmurs, the corners of his lips tugging upward in that signature, knowing smirk of his.

You nod quickly, your heart pounding. “Yeah! I mean, it’s my first opera. I don’t want to miss a second of it.”

“Good,” he says, his voice a touch softer. “You’ll appreciate it more than most.” He pauses, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “And… it’s refreshing to share it with someone who isn’t afraid to show their enthusiasm.”

You smile at that, feeling a little less nervous and a lot more giddy.

The grand opera house is breathtaking, its towering marble columns and gilded details glowing under the warm lights. You almost trip on the stairs trying to take it all in. Vil’s hand at your elbow steadies you.

“Careful,” he says lightly, his lips quirking in amusement. “I’d rather not have our evening interrupted by a sprained ankle.”

“Thanks,” you mumble, your face heating up as you let him guide you to your seats.

The opera begins, and it’s as magical as you imagined. The singers’ voices soar, weaving a story so full of emotion you feel like you’re holding your breath half the time. But despite the beauty on stage, you find your attention drifting.

To him.

Vil sits beside you, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the stage lights. He’s transfixed, his violet eyes glittering as they follow the performers. He’s utterly ethereal, and you’re entirely doomed.

When he glances at you out of the corner of his eye, your gaze snaps back to the stage so fast you almost give yourself whiplash. But you can still feel him looking at you, and when you sneak another glance, you catch the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

Your heart does a little flip.

It's time for the intermission and you slowly stretch out your legs.

“Let’s take a walk,” Vil suggests as the lights come up. You nod, following him out of the auditorium and into the grand halls of the opera house.

The murals lining the walls are stunning, vivid depictions of myth and music that seem almost alive under the flickering chandeliers. Vil walks beside you, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back to guide you through the crowd.

It’s subtle, effortless, and completely unfair. You’re hyper-aware of the warmth of his touch, the gentle pressure that somehow manages to make your brain short-circuit.

“Relax,” he murmurs, leaning closer so only you can hear. His breath brushes against your ear, and you nearly trip over your own feet. “You’re walking like you’re in a dream.”

“I feel like I am in a dream,” you blurt, before immediately regretting it.

Vil chuckles, a soft, genuine sound that makes your stomach flutter. “I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He pauses in front of one particularly grand mural, his hand lingering at your back as he studies it. You glance up at him, catching the way his eyes soften as he takes in the artwork.

“It’s beautiful,” you say, though you’re not entirely sure you’re still talking about the mural.

“It is,” he agrees, his gaze flickering down to meet yours. “Though not nearly as much as some things.”

Your heart leaps into your throat. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and judging by the amused glint in his eyes, he’s thoroughly enjoying your reaction.

The show ends, and you’re still buzzing from the experience as you climb into the car. You hum the aria under your breath, the melody still fresh in your mind.

Vil sits beside you, one arm resting casually against the window as he watches you with quiet amusement.

“You enjoyed it, then?” he asks, though it’s clear he already knows the answer.

“Are you kidding? That was amazing!” you say, turning to him with a wide grin. “I mean, the costumes, the singing, the—”

You stop mid-sentence as Vil leans in, his face so close you can feel the warmth of his skin.

Your heart skips a beat. “W-What are you—?”

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear. “You’re a mess,” he says, though his tone is far too fond for the words to carry any bite.

He leans back, smirking at your flustered expression. You can practically feel the heat radiating off your face as you bury it in your hands.

Vil walks you to your doorstep, the moonlight casting a soft glow over his features. He looks so effortlessly regal, so infuriatingly perfect, and you know you’re going to be replaying this night in your head for weeks.

“Thank you for tonight,” you say, turning to him with a smile. “I had a great time.”

“The pleasure was mine,” he replies, his voice smooth as ever.

Before you can second-guess yourself, you take his hand, pressing a quick kiss to the back of it. “Goodnight, Vil.”

You dart inside before you can see his reaction, but as you peek through the curtains, you catch him standing there, a small, genuine smile on his lips.

And just like that, your night feels even more magical.

The evening starts peacefully at Ramshackle, with you sitting on the couch, Grim sprawled on your lap, and a carton of apple juice in hand. The tranquility is shattered by what sounds like a battering ram hitting the door.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

“HENCHUMAN!” Grim screeches, bolting upright and scrambling toward the door. “Somebody’s tryin’ ta demolish our house!”

“Calm down, Grim!” you shout, rushing to the door. As you open it, you find Epel standing there, out of breath, his hair disheveled like he’s been running for his life.

“EP—”

“I NEED SANCTUARY!” Epel cries, practically diving inside before slamming the door behind him. “Please, hide me! Don’t let him find me!”

You blink at him, baffled. “What—who—huh?”

Grim squints up at Epel, unimpressed. “What’d ya do this time, farm boy?”

“I didn’t do nothin’! Vil’s gone mad again! He wants me to do some eight-step skincare ritual with somethin’ called snail mucin!” Epel flops onto the couch dramatically. “SNAILS, Prefect. SNAILS. I don’t wanna look like no slimy critter!”

You try to keep a straight face, but it’s impossible. “Epel, you know he’s just trying to help, right?”

Epel grabs a carton of apple juice from the table and downs some of it like it's vodka. “Help? Help turn me into a snail, maybe!”

Grim nods sagely. “Yeah, I dunno what a ‘mucin’ is, but it sounds slimy.”

The atmosphere is almost cozy again as the three of you sit around, sipping juice and joking around. But then it happens.

Knock. Knock. KNOCK.

This knock isn’t like Epel’s desperate pounding. This knock is sharp, precise, and terrifyingly composed.

Grim lets out a dramatic gasp. “IT’S HIM!”

Epel pales. “Don’t open it. Please don’t open it!”

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you cautiously crack the door open. Sure enough, there stands Vil Schoenheit, looking like he just stepped out of a photoshoot, his expression as serene as a summer lake—but with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Good evening,” Vil greets you with a polite smile. “Would you kindly return my wayward dorm member?”

You glance over your shoulder at Epel, who is shaking his head violently and mouthing, “Don’t you dare!”

“Uh,” you begin, already feeling trapped. “I mean… what if—what if he just stayed here for tonight?”

Vil raises an elegant brow. “I see. Is that how it’s going to be?” He steps inside with the grace of a cat, his gaze shifting from you to Epel. “I’m sure you think you’re very clever.”

“Lemme be free,” Epel whines, hiding behind the couch. “I ain’t ready for snails on my face!”

Vil’s smile turns sharp. “Snail mucin is a highly effective hydrator, but if you insist on being dramatic…” He turns to you, his eyes narrowing in thought. “You. Are you willing to try the skincare regimen in his place?”

“Me?” You blink, startled.

Epel perks up from behind the couch. “YES. TAKE THEM!”

Vil tilts his head. “If you’re willing, I’m confident I can achieve better results from a subject who isn’t fighting me at every turn.”

You shrug. “Sure, why not?”

Before you can fully comprehend what’s happening, Vil has looped an arm through yours, gracefully pulling you out the door. “Perfect. Let’s go.”

Epel waves dramatically from the window. “Bless ya, Prefect! I owe ya big time!”

Grim just yells after you, “DON’T LET HIM TURN YA INTO A SNAIL!”

Pomefiore is somehow both intimidating and gorgeous at night, much like Vil himself. He leads you to a lavishly decorated room that smells faintly of lavender and something you can’t quite place but know costs more than your monthly groceries.

Vil gestures for you to sit, and you do, feeling slightly like a sacrificial lamb.

“This won’t hurt,” he says smoothly, rolling up his sleeves. “Now, sit still.”

You expect him to just slap some moisturizer on your face and call it a day, but no. Vil moves with precision and care, his fingers brushing gently over your skin as he applies cleanser, toner, and a series of serums that feel more expensive than anything you’ve ever owned.

“This feels… nice,” you mumble, your eyelids growing heavier.

Vil hums, clearly pleased with himself. “Of course it does. Skincare is an art.”

Somewhere between step five and six, you lose the battle against sleep, dozing off in the chair.

You stir awake to find Vil leaning over you, his gaze soft and almost… fond. He’s saying something about your skin glowing, but you’re too distracted by the feeling of being watched so intently.

“Vil?” you murmur groggily.

“Yes?” he replies, his voice softer than usual.

Your eyes narrow slightly as you sit up, noticing something on your cheek. “Uh… did you kiss me?”

Vil freezes for a fraction of a second, but it’s enough. His usual composure slips, and he hurriedly swipes at your cheek with a handkerchief. “Don’t be absurd,” he says, but his tone is unusually flustered.

Except.

You glance at his lips, where the faintest smudge of lipstick is visible. “Riiiiiight.”

Vil notices where your gaze has landed and turns away, busying himself with the jars on the counter. “You’re imagining things.”

You smile, a teasing glint in your eye. “If you say so.”

But as he ushers you out of Pomefiore with a distracted wave and a faint blush dusting his cheeks, you know you’ve won this round.

The morning starts off with a buzz of activity at the botanical gardens. Vil, ever the professional, has arranged an elaborate photoshoot in the serene greenery. Props were meticulously placed, outfits were prepared, and lighting setups were already stationed. Vil even allowed himself to feel something akin to satisfaction.

That is, until afternoon rolls around.

Unbeknownst to Vil, the chaos trio (Ace, Deuce, Grim) and Jack had wandered into the gardens earlier for what they dubbed “a little harmless fun.” What they actually managed to do was:

Accidentally tip over a giant fountain while trying to see if Grim could swim (spoiler alert: he can’t).

Start a “friendly” game of tag that ended with Ace tripping over a prop table, sending vases and floral arrangements flying like shrapnel.

Release a flock of doves intended for Vil’s grand finale by opening the wrong cage ("I wanted to see if they could do tricks!" Ace insists as Deuce facepalms).

Grim, somehow, set a bush on fire. Jack put it out, but the smell of burnt shrubbery lingers ominously in the air.

By the time Vil arrives, the scene looks like a tornado hit. The once-pristine gardens are a disaster zone. Props are broken, flowers are trampled, and there's a trail of muddy footprints leading in every direction.

Vil steps into the carnage, his designer boots squelching in mud. His expression is eerily calm at first, but the sharp inhale he takes speaks volumes. He surveys the devastation with a look that could wilt the few surviving flowers.

“My vision,” he whispers, his voice tight with suppressed rage.

You stand beside him, trying not to laugh because you’ve never seen him this close to a meltdown.

“Vil,” you say cautiously, placing a hand on his arm. “It’s not that bad—”

“Not that bad?!” he snaps, whirling on you. “Look around! This isn’t a photoshoot location; it’s a war zone!”

From the corner of your eye, you spot Cater peeking in, phone out, clearly recording the unfolding drama. You make a mental note to confiscate it later.

Vil pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering to himself, “I should have known better. Trusting anything to others. Utter folly.”

“You’re gonna burst a blood vessel,” you warn him, earning a glare sharp enough to cut glass.

“Alright, alright,” you say, rolling up your sleeves. “Stop sulking and help me salvage this.”

Vil blinks at you, incredulous. “Salvage? You can’t possibly—”

“Watch me.”

With that, you march into the chaos. You grab what props can be salvaged, rearrange a few backdrops, and even craft makeshift decorations out of the remaining flowers and ribbons.

Vil watches in stunned silence as you hustle, barking orders at a very confused Sebek, who you dragged out of the equestrian club to help.

“Sebek, I need that saddle cleaned now!” you shout.

Sebek grumbles, muttering something about “desecrating noble horse equipment for frivolity,” but obeys when you glare at him.

Within the hour, you’ve transformed a patch of ruined garden into a new set: a rustic, equestrian-inspired photoshoot featuring horses. Vil looks around, stunned, as you pat one of the horses on the neck.

“Well?” you say, wiping sweat from your brow. “It’s not the flower themed you started off with, but it’ll work, right?”

Vil stares at you, a strange softness in his eyes. “...It’s perfect.”

The photoshoot goes off without a hitch. Vil looks flawless as ever, draped elegantly across a horse in one shot and holding its reins with regal authority in another. You even manage to convince Sebek to lend Vil his equestrian jacket for a dramatic flair.

As you predicted, the photos break the internet. The combination of Vil Schoenheit and majestic horses sends fans into a frenzy. “A SUPERMODEL AND HORSES??? THE WORLD ISN’T READY FOR THIS!” one comment reads.

But what really goes viral isn’t the official photos. It’s a video Cater secretly took of Vil watching you as you worked to save the shoot.

In the video, Vil stands in the background, holding a bouquet prop. His usual composed expression is nowhere to be seen—he’s looking at you with undisguised fondness, like you’re the only person in the world. The caption?

“The real shoot is happening behind the scenes #VilSmittenheit”

When you show Vil the video later, he groans and buries his face in his hands. “Of course Cater would...”

But you just smile, because even Vil can’t deny the truth caught on camera.

The potionology exam looms like a thundercloud, and you’ve made the questionable decision to study with the first-year gang. It feels like babysitting a tornado of chaos.

You’ve got your notebook out, ready to tackle the mysteries of potion ratios and ingredient compatibility. Then you look up.

Ace, Deuce, and Grim are locked in a heated debate over whether it’s morally acceptable to substitute powdered phoenix feather with breadcrumbs.

“Grim, breadcrumbs aren’t even magical!” Jack groans, rubbing his temples.

Grim huffs, waving a paw dismissively. “It’s got crunch! Everything’s better with crunch!”

“Breadcrumbs in a potion?!” Sebek barks, slamming his fist on the table. “Such idiocy would never occur in Lord Malleus’s presence! Do you know the kind of potions he could make? Far superior to this nonsense!”

Epel, slouched in his chair, mutters, “What’s the point of potionology when you can just punch your problems or fly away?”

“Guys,” Jack says, his patience clearly thinning. “We need to focus! We’re all going to fail if we don’t—”

“I’M NOT FAILING!” Sebek bellows.

“Then stop talking about Malleus for five minutes!” Ace snaps.

You close your notebook. You know when to admit defeat. You’re getting nothing done here.

Plan B: The Vil Schoenheit Method

You march straight to Vil in Pomefiore. He’s seated in his lavish lounge, sipping tea and reading a book on advanced alchemical techniques that makes your brain hurt just by looking at it.

“Vil, help me,” you say, dropping dramatically to your knees like you’re auditioning for a tragedy. “I’m going to flunk potionology, and I can’t rely on Ace, Deuce, or Grim because they’ve got the collective intelligence of a soggy paper towel.”

Vil arches an eyebrow, clearly amused. “And why should I help you?”

“Because you’re the best potionologist I know,” you plead. “And because I’ll owe you one. A big one. I’ll even—” You pause for dramatic effect. “—tell you where Epel is when he runs away.”

Vil narrows his eyes. “Flattery will get you nowhere, but your desperation is mildly entertaining. Fine. But I won’t go easy on you.”

You gulp.

Vil is intense. He doesn’t just teach you potionology; he micromanages your existence.

“Back straight,” he snaps, tapping your spine with a ruler. “You’re hunched over like a gremlin. And stop stirring like you’re mixing pancake batter. Precision is key!”

You mutter something about gremlins under your breath, but Vil hears it. “I can make this more difficult if you’d like,” he says with a sweet yet menacing smile.

He quizzes you relentlessly, correcting every little mistake with the sharpness of a dagger. “If you confuse Mandrake extract with Mandragora root one more time, I’ll have Rook carry you back to Ramshackle while reciting a poem about your incompetence.”

But by the end of it, you’ve actually learned. You’re tired, your hands smell like sulfur, and your posture is permanently straightened, but you’ve learned.

You ace the exam. You don’t just pass; you get one of the highest scores in the class.

“THAT’S MY HENCHHUMAN!” Grim crows, puffing his chest out like he took the test himself. “We’re unstoppable!”

Ace and Deuce, however, are staring at you like you’ve just revealed you’re a double agent.

“You went to Vil for help?!” Ace squawks. “That’s betrayal! Treason! You’re a traitor to the First-Year Study Group™!”

“You think you know someone,” Deuce adds solemnly, shaking his head.

“It’s not my fault you two were trying to use breadcrumbs in a potion!” you fire back.

“That’s not the point!”

Ignoring their melodrama, you bolt to Pomefiore to thank Vil.

Vil is sitting by the window, gazing out at the gardens with a cup of tea in hand. He looks up as you burst in, all smiles and gratitude.

“Vil!” you exclaim, practically skipping toward him. “I passed! Thank you so much!”

He raises an elegant eyebrow. “Of course you did. I wasn’t about to waste my time on a lost cause.”

You throw your arms around him in a quick, impulsive hug. “You’re amazing, seriously. I’ll thank you properly later, but for now—” You lean up and kiss him on the cheek. “You’re the best.”

Before Vil can react, you’re already sprinting out the door, leaving him sitting there with a stunned expression.

Moments later, Rook appears, materializing like the cryptid he is. “Ah, Roi du Poison,” he coos, his smile wicked. “You’re absolutely smitten, aren’t you?”

Vil sighs, shaking his head, but there’s the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. “Be quiet, Rook.”

“Ah, silence is the language of love!” Rook declares dramatically. “But your face says it all! Mon dieu, how adorable.”

Vil doesn’t even bother denying it. He simply takes another sip of tea, thinking of your smile.

It’s 4 a.m. The witching hour. You’re blissfully cocooned in your blankets, dreaming of peaceful, non-chaotic things, when a sharp tap tap tap jolts you from your slumber. At first, you think it’s your imagination, but the tapping persists, growing louder and more insistent. You crack open one groggy eye, then the other. You blink at the sound’s source.

Your window.

“Window?” you mumble in confusion, still half-asleep. Then you see him. Rook Hunt. Perched precariously on the ledge like some kind of medieval gargoyle but with better fashion sense. He’s waving at you with such enthusiasm you’d think he were auditioning for a cheerleading squad.

Your brain, still booting up, goes: Of course. This is perfectly normal.

Then, a second later: WAIT A MINUTE—WHAT?!

“Rook?” you hiss-whisper, stumbling to the window. “Why are you—” You stop mid-sentence because his face is a mask of sheer panic. “What’s wrong?”

He places a dramatic hand on his chest, his voice trembling with urgency. “Mon amie! It is an emergency of the highest order!”

Heart pounding, you throw open the window. “What happened?! Is someone hurt?! Did something explode?! Is Vil—”

Rook nods gravely. “It is Roi du Poison.”

Your stomach plummets. He doesn’t have to say anything more. If something’s wrong with Vil, you’re going to help. You’re his friend, his confidant, his designated earplug during Rook’s poetic soliloquies.

You don’t hesitate; you grab your coat and shoes and sprint out the door, trailing after Rook, who somehow manages to make a full-on run look like a choreographed ballet.

The journey to Pomefiore is a blur of panic and adrenaline. You’re preparing yourself for the worst. Was Vil poisoned? Did he collapse during some over-the-top skincare ritual? Is it gasp the end of his perfect reign? By the time you burst into Vil’s room, you’re practically on the verge of tears.

“Vil!” you cry, rushing to his bedside. “Are you okay? What’s happening?!”

Vil, propped up against a mountain of silk covered pillows, looks up from his tissue box, pale but undeniably still Vil. His expression is unimpressed, though there’s a faint red tinge to his nose that he’d probably die before admitting to.

“I have a cold,” he says flatly, voice slightly nasal.

You blink. Once. Twice. You slowly turn to look at Rook, who is leaning dramatically against the doorway, one hand over his heart like he’s auditioning for Hamlet.

“A cold?” you echo.

Rook nods solemnly. “Oui! But what is a mere cold to a shining star like Vil? Even the smallest ailment feels like a tragedy!”

Without breaking eye contact, you grab a tissue from Vil’s nightstand and throw it at Rook’s head. He catches it mid-air with a flourish.

“I thought he was dying!” you snap, your voice somewhere between exhausted and hysterical.

Vil sighs deeply, like you’re all inconveniencing him. “Well, I feel like I’m dying,” he mutters, reaching for another tissue with the elegance of a dying swan.

Despite wanting to throttle both Vil and Rook, you stay. Because deep down, you care about Vil (and because Rook is lurking in the shadows, making escape impossible). Armed with tissues, herbal tea, and the resolve of a saint, you declare yourself Vil’s official nurse.

“Do you need anything?” you ask, pulling a blanket higher up his shoulders.

Vil sniffs. “I need… another pillow. This one is too flat.”

You grab another pillow and fluff it to perfection. “Better?”

“No, this one is too fluffy.”

You fight the urge to scream. But you adjust the pillow again. And again. And again.

Moments later:

“This tea is too hot.” You cool it.

“This tea is too cold.” You reheat it.

“This lighting is too harsh.” You dim it.

“This lighting is too dim.” You—wait, what??

For hours, you cater to his every whim with the patience of a saint. Vil complains about the temperature, his blanket, the angle of his tissue box. He’s fussy, demanding, and dramatic, but you take it all in stride.

Why? Because deep down, you know he’d never ask for help unless he really needed it. And because Vil, even at his most irritating, is still someone you care about. Maybe even have a crush on but that's a problem for future you.

Rook occasionally pops in to offer poetic encouragement. You ignore him.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Vil falls asleep, his perfect features soft and peaceful. You, however, collapse on the couch in the corner of the room, absolutely spent.

The next morning, Vil wakes up feeling… better. His fever has broken, his headache has subsided, and for the first time in days, he doesn’t feel like his body is actively rebelling against him. He sits up and looks around, finding you passed out on the couch, still clutching a crumpled tissue in one hand.

He notices the dark circles under your eyes, the way you’re curled up in an awkward position, the slight shiver in your frame from not having a blanket. And for the first time, Vil feels something unfamiliar. Guilt. And a deep affection.

As the morning light filters into the room, he glances at you one last time, his expression softening. “Once I recover,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible, “I’ll tell you.”

And with that, Vil Schoenheit makes a silent vow. The next time you nurse him through anything, it will be with him as your devoted partner—and not because of a misunderstanding orchestrated by a certain overdramatic huntsman.

It hits you like a truck in the middle of class: you’re in love with Vil Schoenheit.

Not a crush, not admiration—you’re down horrendous. Butterflies are doing pirouettes in your stomach every time he talks to you, and his slightest smile makes you feel like you’ve been hit by a blinding spotlight.

You try denial. (“It’s just his aura. He does this to everyone!”) You try avoidance. (“If I don’t look at him, I can’t fall harder, right?”) But none of it works. Every time he critiques your posture or gives you that sly smirk, it’s game over.

Finally, you give in. “Okay, fine! I’ll confess!” you announce to Grim, who’s lounging on the couch.

“Good luck,” Grim snickers. “You look like you’re about to be sick.”

“I am about to be sick!” you shriek. “This is Vil! What if he laughs? What if he just… stares at me in that terrifying way he does when Epel says something stupid?”

“Then I’ll eat your dinner as consolation,” Grim says, ever supportive.

You prepare like your life depends on it.

Step One: Flowers. You pick out the most gorgeous bouquet, ones that practically scream, I’m hopelessly in love with you, please don’t let me die of embarrassment.

Step Two: A handwritten card. You pour your heart onto the paper with the eloquence of a poet. “You’re incredible,” you write. “Not just because you’re beautiful, but because of your strength, your kindness, and the way you inspire everyone around you. I… I love you.” You almost combust just writing it.

Step Three: Look your best. You pick an outfit that’s just shy of trying too hard and hope it’s enough to make you look like someone worthy of confessing to Vil Schoenheit.

“Alright,” you say, holding your bouquet like it’s a shield. “Here goes nothing.”

“Don’t trip and fall on your face!” Grim calls after you.

You’re halfway to Pomefiore, sweating bullets and trying to remember how to breathe, when you see him.

Vil is walking toward you, dressed impeccably as always, carrying… a bouquet of his own?

Your heart skips several beats, and you’re suddenly extremely nervous—the kind of nervous that makes your palms sweat, your knees weak, and your brain do somersaults. You feel like a malfunctioning automaton.

“Oh,” Vil says, his gaze locking onto you. He stops a few feet away, his eyes flickering between you and the bouquet in your hands. “Out for a stroll?”

“Y-Yeah,” you stammer, gripping your flowers tighter.

Vil tilts his head slightly, and you swear he looks… annoyed? “And the flowers?” he asks, his tone calm but sharp, like a scalpel. “A gift for someone special, perhaps?”

You freeze. “Uh—”

Before you can answer, Vil’s gaze shifts to the card sticking out of your bouquet. He reaches out and plucks it before you can stop him. Your soul briefly leaves your body.

He reads it silently, his face betraying nothing, until—

“Oh.”

His tone is quiet, and you’re horrified to see a flicker of heartbreak in his expression. “I see.”

“Wait! It’s not what it looks like!” you blurt, waving your hand like a maniac. “The flowers are for you! The card is for you! I just… forgot to sign it.”

Vil blinks, his lips parting slightly in surprise. Then, to your immense relief, he chuckles—a soft, melodic sound that sends your heart into a frenzy. “You forgot to sign it?” he repeats, amused.

You nod vigorously, clutching the bouquet like your life depends on it. “I was too busy panicking, okay?!”

Vil shakes his head, his smile widening. “Of course. Only you would confess in such a manner.” He steps closer, his own bouquet now visible. “It seems we had the same idea today.”

Your eyes widen as you realize what he means. “Wait… those flowers…?”

“For you,” Vil says simply. “Though I’ll admit, for a moment, I thought they might be unnecessary.”

You stare at each other, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. Then, Vil takes your bouquet from your trembling hands and replaces it with his own.

“They suit you better,” he murmurs.

Before you can fully process what’s happening, he leans in and presses his lips softly against yours.

The world seems to blur around you, and all you can feel is Vil—his warmth, his scent, the tenderness of his touch. When he pulls back, he’s smiling at you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky.

“Let’s not wait so long to be honest with each other next time,” he says softly.

You nod, dazed and giddy. “Y-Yeah, totally.”

As he intertwines his fingers with yours, leading you back toward Ramshackle, you realize one thing: The first year gang is never going to let you live this down.

But to be honest, you really don’t care. Not when Vil Schoenheit is looking at you like you're the only ones left on the planet.

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