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i yearn for jlud in a way where its like a sad song. when they look at each other it hurts but the burn feels good and when they touch their blood runs cold but it feels warm.
#they r literally this song#ever since i read that once fanfic ab them and how lud cradled j in his arms#it made me freeze up and it dug a new hole in my brain to feed jlud thoughts to#the way j looks at lud with such passion and intensity everytime#its never just like a#hey oh i took a glance at u#no its like a#im looking at you and i love you very much and i cannot look away#he tries to hide it so bad and its so funny like no we can see it in yo eyes#n with lud i feel like hes always starstruck. w the way he talks ab j alone its like a fan admiring an idol and what they do#but no lud is literally his boss. his BOSS#idk what im saying anymore#they both dont know how to express feelings yet have it all figured out in a deep corner of their brain#a very very dark dusty corner#j#jrm#lud#jlud#rants#Spotify
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convienence. a means to end. that's all this was for both of you right? when katsuki is fed up with the crazed fangirls who just won't leave him alone, he works out a deal with you. it was just coincidence he had a huge crush on you.
âpair. 2ndyear!katsuki x reader. tags. fake dating!trope, fluff, reader is academically flopping for a bit, pet names, cursing, fighting (verbal), happy ending wc. 6k
áŠnote. sorry that this took so long lol! i wrote this in chapter form if you'd like to read it here, but this one shot is the same thing.
post-war brought troubles for a lot of the students in class 1-A. especially bakugo katsuki.
he had to completely relearn how to write with his other hand, had to learn how to fight without injury to it.
and he had to learn to deal with his crazy amount of fangirls.
his fight had been broadcasted, the manner in which he pushed himself to the very brink broadcasted to the world. his victory brought spoils, though not in a way he expected.
he didn't expect to be chased down the hallways every morning, to have a line of girls wanting his autograph as he ate. he didn't expect to be gifted things, things they just assumed he liked, but couldn't be farther from the truth.
luckily, you seemed to like chocolate. he found refuge these days sitting on the roof floor of U-A next to you during lunch, passing you the chocolate gifts he'd been given.
he hated chocolate. but to be honest, he loved seeing you smile.
"thanks 'suki." you said for the nth time, picking the best chocolates out of the box and leaving the gross ones alone.
"yeah." he sighed, glancing at you occasionally as he moved to support the weight of his head with his hands. he found himself speechless around you often. words failing as he leant into the comfort of your presence.
you were about to say something, he thinks. your mouth was open though the blaring of the bell cut you off. "oh, let's go 'suki." you said, holding your hand out to him.
he took it, letting you pull him up and holding onto your hand for just a second too long. you dumped the rest of the chocolates in a trash can and made your collective way down to 1-A. you laughed at how he seemed to try and hide behind you, eyes darting around for the general course girls who seemed to have nothing better to do than follow him around.
they didn't come though. he saw a group of them but when they saw your proximity to him..
they left him alone.
a lightbulb went off in his head, he mentally kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. as he sat in class, eyeing your seat between momo and jirou, he thought about how he'd ask you.
test papers were being passed out, graded ones. "yo man," kirishima started, looking over his paper, "what'd you get?"
katsuki scoffed. "what do you think? another 100, easy as shit."
kaminari groaned beside him, "you're cheating or something! i got an 80."
"that's high for someone like you!"
"hey!"
"aw man, i got a 70. you're so manly bakubro!"
"yeah, guess i am."
katsuki tried to resist the turning of his head, he really did. but he wanted to know what score you got, if you did well. though from the expression on your face and the way momo patted you on the back,
not to mention the red ink used all over your paper. he knew you didn't.
"man this totally sucks!" you exclaimed, your hands clutching the paper of your test. "i studied and everything, i don't even need math, im a hero for crying out loud!"
jirou's teases and momo's comforts faded into the background as he only focused on you, and the nagging feeling for him to help you.
with another ring of the bell and a sigh from mr. aizawa, katsuki left early to try and beat the crowd of girls who seemed to pounce on him.
he didn't though, he found himself at the entrance at U-A, almost to freedom when the crowd pointed at him, "that's him! i can't believe it!"
"dynamite, an autograph please?"
"hey- don't be so casual. it's lord explosion--"
"who cares? i want a photo!"
at that, they chased him. all his progress down the stairs and through the halls was gone as he was led right back down to class 1-A. he stupidly lead himself right back into a corner.
his head darted around, until he noticed a tuft of familiar hair in the classroom. you hadn't left? oh well, he needed your help and quick.
you were sobbing internally, looking over your horrific test score with a sad expression. a 70? you might as well just drop out now.
as the hours of studying you'd done for waste passed over in your mind, a noise caught you off guard.
he had burst in, making your deflated form jump off the desk. "katsuki, don't scare me like that!"
he rushed over to your side, grabbing your hand off where it was hanging limply on the desk. "be my girlfriend for a second."
the words barely even processed in your brain before you were being manhandled off the desk, your mind rushed to catch up. "wait-- wha-"
before you knew it you were led towards the door of obsessed fan girls. his hand was intertwined tightly with yours, a slight flush on his face.
"listen up." he started, making his fans shush eachother. "my girlfriend hasn't been appreciating all your bullshit. and neither have i, so for the love of god stop it already."
he pulled you alongside him, "move." a path opened for the two of you, letting you two through. he walked you to the entrance, no words spoken between the two of you until you stopped infront of the lockers where you'd keep your shoes.
"[name]-- uh." he took a breath, his heart sped up rapidly around you. it sped up at the simple tilt of your head.
"so. if you help me with this shit, i'll tutor you.
or whatever."
a hand was behind his head, his averted eyes now focusing on you as he awaited your answer with baited breath.
you had an expression of thoughtfulness on your face. your finger on your chin as you looked up to the ceiling to think.
'have everyone think youre dating a cute boy and get a tutor?'
the pinkie of your hand shot out, a closed eye smile on your face. "i'm in!"
a soft smile graced his lips, his pinkie intertwining with yours and sealing his fate in more ways than one.
because you really did have him wrapped around your finger. literally and figuratively.
"let's go to my room so we can talk over it!"
you really were going to be the death of him.
it's not like he'd never been to your room, just not in a situation like this.
not when he'd declared himself your boyfriend an hour earlier, not when his hands were sweaty with his nervousness, and not when you'd agreed so hastily to be his.
he wondered if you'd accept if anyone else asked you. if izuku or todoroki had been facing this situation instead of him.
"'suki?" you patted the side of your bed next to you, "sit with me."
he sighed, the thoughts disappearing from his mind at your words. he really was whipped for you.
"yeah, yeah. i'm goin'" he sat beside you, oddly stiffer than normal. he held his own hands as he waited for you to say something.
"okay, so, we should have like-- a plan or something right?"
"a plan? what the fuck for?"
"like so we don't get caught faking this or whatever. if they find out your fans will just come back running, no?"
he shuddered at the thought. "yeah, don't wanna deal with that shit."
"right? so the first part of our plan, is that everyone has to think we're dating. cool?"
katsuki's mind was racing. cool? more like the best thing that would happen to him. he felt as if everyone knew of his crush on you.. except for you.
being to say he was all yours and that you were all his, even if it was a lie..
"yeah, it's cool."
"great, that's really the only thing we had to establish. we hang out a lot anyways so, we'll just have to be affectionate or something to seal the deal."
his heart jumped at the idea of hugging you, wrapping an arm around you, holding hands with you in public. the ghost of a smile came over him.
"right."
"cool. so nothing else matter--"
"we're starting your studying shit tomorrow. the next test is next week, so we don't have time to play around [name]."
"ughh. i wish you forgot about that." your head fell into your hands. "i hate math, what do i even need it for?"
"advanced math, nothing really. but estimates are important in hero work. estimating time, the abilities of your body, the amount of civilians, all that stuff."
"you're such a nerd."
"hah?"
he continued explaining the importance of math to you despite your grievances. his finger was pointed in the air, you swore you could see the need emoji popping over his face.
your eyes closed, the weight of the day, your grade, and the thought of studying alongside a nerd like katsuki tiring you to no avail. you yawned, laying your head on his shoulder.
you could hear the thumping of his heart, the racing of his blood in his veins. it rocked you to sleep, "wake me up later, m' a take a nap." you mumbled against his shoulder, before falling asleep.
his mouth shut, eyes peeled on your body that now clung to his side. his face grew hot, when did it get so hot in your damn room?
he tried his best to stay awake, to let you nap and wake you up in the morning. but as the clock hit eight o clock, the time he was supposed to head back to his dorm.. he found himself stuck in place.
not by an invisible force, not by some obligation. it was only the thought of wanting to be with you, next to you. wanting to let the comfort of your weight next to him drive himself to sleep.
so he did. he fell asleep, letting his head lay on top of yours, holding your body closer to his. shutting his eyes.
the light of the sun woke him up first, you didn't close your blinds yesterday, and the sun shined brightly,
directly into his face. he groaned, his voice deep from sleep as he peeled himself off of you. he was confused from fatigue, wondering why he was still in your room.
he felt an arm around his waist, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to see it was you who was holding him close. he thinks you were using him in place of your huge teddy bear, the one laid neatly in the corner of your bed.
his heart rate quickened once again, wanting to go back to his room, but fighting the urge to stay looking at you.
an absentminded hand moved a couple strands of your hair out your face, pinching your cheek when he got bold.
you don't wake up, he sighed a breath of relief. 'til he felt your body start to stir, you pushed your head more into his chest, your eyes finally starting to open slightly.
"oh? g'morning kat'." you were sleepy, your words slightly slurred and muffled from how you were pressed against him.
"you slept here?" you asked, pulling away from him as you moved to stretch your upper body.
"uh-- yeah." he was once again lost for words at the sight of you, your shirt slightly pulled up from how you'd slept, your hair messy from the lack of a protective style before sleep.
"sorry for waking you up then, 'suki."
"no, i was already up. i just didn't wanna wake you."
"well, you failed." you joked. "anyways, you should get out of here soon, if iida sees you he'll probably flip out and tell mr. aizawa."
"right."
"let's walk to class together!" you clasped his hands in yours. "okay?"
you were going to be the death of him once again. "okay."
you let go and he got up, ruffling his hair slightly and looking back at you who sent him a small smirk and wave. before slowly walking out your door. he did his best to keep his movements quiet and minimal.
he was at the elevator, before uraraka walked out. shit. "bakugo? what are you doing here?"
"uh.. got lost."
her face scrunched in confusion, a knowing smile on her face after a second. "right.. tell [name] good morning for me."
".. tell her yourself." he got into the elevator, already seeing the grin in uraraka's face as he went up a floor to his room.
the same grin everyone greeted him with as he went to sit next to you in the common room, having made you some breakfast. he and you were all ready, you had refreshed your hair from when he was playing with it, simple makeup and your uniform ironed. he admired you while he ate his meal.
"ah, thanks 'suki."
"mhm."
you moved to whisper in his ear, "why's everyone looking at us?"
"fuck if i know."
"so you two lovebirds aren't gonna say anything?" denki said, putting his hands on his hips as he looked you two over.
"'bout what?"
"that you two are totally dating!" mina exclaimed, pointing at you. "and you didn't say anything? wow [name], i thought.. we were closer than that." she mock fully cried.
katsuki was about to say something, you cut him off though. "i thought everyone knew?" with a tilt of your head, a question mark almost visible from the blank expression you wore.
the class only sighed, kirishima shrugged his shoulders. "yeah, we should've guessed. i mean bakugo had a obvious crush on you for the longest."
"yeah, good looks man." sero gave him a thumbs up.
"tch. let's go [name]." he sat up, placing his and your finished dishes in the sink before you followed behind him.
"right! bye guys!"
you grabbed his hand as you walked out the door. nobody was around, there was no need to keep up appearances now.
but that didn't stop him from holding your hand tighter.
and that didn't stop you from clinging even more to his side.
it seemed you two were now together all the time. a clingy couple is what you seemed like to your friends, and more importantly his fans.
at lunch he could now be in the cafeteria again, you were stuck his side as you ate, an arm around you as you shared his food, insisting his cooking was better than the U-A food.
you were caged in by his body, you really did just look like a sappy couple to everyone.
during class, he was caught glancing at you. a lot. he'd roll his eyes and pretend nothing even happened, but everyone knew he was far gone.
during training, as you sparred you noticed he was going harder on you than before. some would think that because you were his crush he wouldn't get so aggressive,
too bad katsuki only wanted to push you harder, get you to show the strength he saw you unleash on those villains in the war. he wanted you to be stronger beside him, if he was number one, he'd want you to be ranked closely to him, because he knew you were strong enough.
that didn't mean it wasn't any more hard to fight him, the man was a maniac.
"you can chill out you know!"
"what? can't take it?!"
"no, slow your fucking roll!" you barely dodged his other attack, just barely moving out the way as he threw an explosion in your direction.
you now had met the conditions to use your quirk, comeback. by generating a max of 8 orbs, they'd absorb energy that you could use back for your offense. the only downside?
melee attacks couldn't be absorbed at all.
a kick to your legs sent you to the ground, you dispersed one of your orbs with the explosion stored inside of it.
"be nice and let me win!!"
"no."
he dodged your attack and pinned you to the ground. he won.
"you're so mean 'suki." you shoved him off you, making him grunt. "a good boyfriend would've let me win!"
a nagging voice in the back of his head was telling him he wasn't yours, you weren't his, and that he was only doing this for his convinience.
"well, i guess i'll be a better one next time."
even that voice couldn't deny that the way he cared for you wasn't anything less than real. that even if this relationship was fake, that he was undoubtedly yours. that the way he held his hand out to you, lifting you as gently as he could fathom.
"wanna go again?" he asked, a boyish smirk on his face.
"you know it!"
your plan of tiring katsuki out with exercise didn't work, so you found yourself in his room at his desk. showered and wiping the dew off your neck with a towel, you sat in front of him with a book splayed open.
he was hammering topic after topic into you.. statistics or something? you weren't really paying attention, you were more interested in the bulge of his muscles out of his tank top.
his words were a blur when you suddenly found yourself reaching a hand out to feel his muscle,
your hand squeezing it.
'firm. hm.' you thought, until he pulled you away, an incredulous look on his face. "this is why your class ranking keeps falling [name]. focus!"
"how can i focus with you in front of me? it's like dancing a donut in front of a cop!" you whined, face planted onto his desk.
"you're.. insane."
"you love me though, don't you?" the words slipped out of your lips without a second thought, your face flushing slightly. "oops, sorry! almost forgot you arent my like-- real boyfriend!"
he swore he heard a bit of disappointment in your voice, felt a bit of reluctance in your movements as you pulled away at him, saw a bit of longing in your eyes.
"uh.. yeah. 's fine. let's just.. take a break." he said, motioning over to lay on his bed and do nothing for a little while.
if you would've told him a couple months ago that he'd be sat, face to face, body next to body, hands awkwardly close to each other as you remained in silence. you'd had a movie on in the background, something stupid he thought. not like he payed attention to it at all.
it was comfortable, being around you. he'd be a liar if he said that he didn't like the fact that everyone now thought you were his and vice versa. not just his fans, not just yours, but your mutual friends. family.
"do you wanna try again?" he asked after a while, voice soft and his hand moving to rub his eyes. it was his bedtime, eight o clock sharp, but he'd break it for you.
"hm? to be honest no." you moved to face him. "you look tired anyways 'suki, you should sleep."
he grumbled, his eyes closing slightly as he slowly swatted your hand away from his face, his grip lingering on your wrist.
"right." he yawned. he didn't know if it was the sleep or impulse, maybe a mixture of both. but he pulled you closer to him. making you crash against his chest with his head in the nook of your neck.
"stay." he uttered, his breath flush against your neck making the hairs stand up.
"katsuki?" you thought you were dreaming. you'd move to pinch yourself if you weren't being pinned down by him.
"please?"
"..okay." your words barely matched your actions. you cuddled more into him, pulling him impossibly closer as you melted into eachother.
a blanket was thrown over the two of you. you fell asleep in his arms, the beating of his heart matching yours as you breathed a sigh of realization.
you were horribly in love with katsuki bakugo. and he was with you.
your 'fake' activities as a couple were coming along a little bit too easily to the two of you.
feeding him a snack in his room as a joke, him finding out he kind of liked being babied, him blackmailing you so you shut up.
all couple things. normal couple activity.
you didn't even have to continue those things behind closed doors, but it just came so naturally. it seemed wrong not to do it.
it seemed wrong for him not to sling a hand over you, not to hold your hand when it was so close to him, not to move the stray strands of hair and tuck it behind your ear.
it seemed wrong for him not to save a spot for you at lunch, not to wake up a bit earlier and slip out of your sleepy grasp to prepare you a meal alongside his.
not to make some breakfast for you, light or heavy, depending on what he'd learned you preferred.
not to walk with you to class, even walking with you to go see your general studies friend in the morning, leaning against the doorway with a smile on his face as he watched you rave on about a show you'd watched recently.
why wouldn't he do it if he could? why shouldn't he watch your favorite shows just to have things to talk to you about?
he found himself fighting to stay focused during your study sessions now too. he found himself noticing things about you, the smaller things.
how you'd flip your hello kitty pencil around while you were speaking. how you'd bite your lips in concentration, your expressions of disbelief when you actually started getting things correct.
he'd have to cover his hand with his face. you were just too cute.
sometimes he'd even get distracted mid sentence. he was explaining simple things over again, just to make sure you knew what it meant.
but it was hard even keeping eye contact with you.
"so, in this problem x would be.. uh.." he went silent, his mouth open but no words escaping.
"x would be what? 7?" you showed your page of work to him, with a nervous smile. "if it's not right tell me already! i know im kinda dumb, it won't hurt my feelings too bad i swear!"
he looked down back at his page. mentally slamming his head onto the table, before recovering. "yeah, no you're right. you got it."
you slammed the work onto his desk, "finally! then we can break now right?"
"yeah, 'guess so."
"let's do something fun. take a walk, my legs hurt from sitting." you pulled him up by his hand, dragging him to his door. "hurry up!"
he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him, you really reminded him of just how young you two were. how he was just a high schooler with a huge crush, how--
"why are you looking at me like that? are you sick?" you placed a hand on his forehead, making him promptly rip it off. a scowl quickly replaced the smile that been on his face moments prior. "no i'm not. let's go."
you walked hand in hand, the sunset the background for your 'date'.
the last few days, he'd been nervous to bring up what was happening between you. he was nervous to ruin the odd relationship you two had, he didn't want to lose you. he thought the things you two had been doing crossed the line between friendship and lovers.
you didn't have to do any of this. though he was sure you knew that already.
"math exam's tomorrow."
"don't remind me! you totally ruined the moment you know."
"you'll pass. i mean, i was your tutor after all. if you fail with me as a teacher? you are a lost cause."
"that's not nice to say." you ripped his hand away from yours, crossing your arms on your chest. "thats really messed up 'suki."
he leant down to face you, the sun goldening you two in its wake as he grew a cocky smirk on his lips. "oh really?"
"yes really."
"n' what're you gonna do about it?" his face was barely an inch away from yours. with a glance to his lips, he moved closer.
he barely pecked you, before he heard a loud, obnoxious idiot speak from behind him.
"[name] and bakugo are totally making out over here!"
denki and kirishima were looking at the two of you, a glare crossed over katsuki's face as he basically dragged you with him back into his dorm. he was about to leave you at your dorm, the hallway empty since curfew was around the corner.
he held your hands in his, running his thumb over the knuckle of yours. he intertwined your fingers, only letting go after a while.
he tilted your head upwards with his two fingers, wordlessly asking for permission. moonlight now struck you two as he moved in.
uninterruptedly, he kissed you. deepening it with a pull of the hand, holding you against him.
he let go after a while, his internal clock signaling it was almost time for curfew.
before he left, he whispered to you. "i don't.. really care what we're labeled. and if this shit is real or not.
i just want to be close to you."
he turned, walking to the elevator. leaving your breathless, with your heart in your throat.
no more words were spoken between you two, not as you screamed into your pillow, and not as he stared up into the ceiling of his room.
you passed that math test. and each assignment that went with it.
the end of the year was now coming quickly, of the school year that is. you and katsuki still kept up your 'act', the activities now stretching to dates after school mixed in with your study sessions.
one's that'd leave the touch of katsuki on you more than the touch of knowledge. but it was working nonetheless.
it was all good between you two, an eternal honeymoon it seemed. after all, by now it had been at least seven months since this began. your class ranking was higher, he no longer had to worry about strolling through the halls, it seemed nothing could get in your way.
well, besides two things.
one: the fact that you two were scared to label in between yourselves yet, too bashful to call him your boyfriend and you his girlfriend in private, yet proud fully admitting it to others.
two, the girl currently straddling him with no regard to you whatsoever. your entire cafeteria table was staring at her, looking at what katsuki would do to move her off.
but when he didn't immediately, didn't immediately curse the girl out and push her off him? you did the job for him.
you yanked the girl by her hair, sending her to the floor with a tray of food falling onto her body. all attention was on you as you stared at katsuki, your mouth agape in anger.
"what the fuck bakugo?" you ignored her, even stepping on her leg slightly as your hands were agitated, your whole body was. you didn't even know why you were jealous. this wasn't real, it never was, he was just playing his role too well.
you should've known katsuki would go too far. he always did.
"babe-- it's not what you think-"
"then what was i looking at? and don't call me that. don't- don't fucking call me anything. we're over."
you knew to him that probably meant something different. you acclaimed the despair in his eyes to the loss of protection, to the loss of ease as he walked in the halls and the lack of paparazzi that'd ask him questions on his love life.
but to him it was so much more.
it was those things, yes. but it was more so the thought of losing you. the thought of the affection over the months being nothing but a memory and not his future. the thought of not having you close to him.
the thoughts of becoming nothing to you, less than a friend.
he didn't know why he didn't move, it was like he physically couldn't. the look in the girl's eyes, the grip she had on him, the weird smile. he recognized her as one of the girls who usually would be in the crowd following him around.
"you don't mean that." his voice sounded more desperate than it had in the whole time he'd met you, more longing slipping through than he intentioned.
but the sun's casting light had moved away from you, casting you in a shadow. "i do mean it. fuck you."
he was going to run after you, to chase you as you slammed your lunch tray into the trash. heading up to the rooftop to he alone.
but a hand, mina's, pulled him back. "i think.. you did enough bakugo."
she went after you instead, promising to bakugo she'd check on you.
fangirls were one thing? but a messy public breakup where you were never really something in the first place? surprisingly worse.
he'd been more snappy lately, his aura making the girls around him keep their distance.
he'd become quieter, closed off. you didn't come to eat lunch with him anymore, obviously. and he didn't go up to the rooftop to join you.
he didn't know how to speak to you, how to explain what happened, how to say that he was sorry.
he ran the scenario in his head a million times, thinking over the girl's quirk that had forced him into place. but it sounded so convenient, like he was lying.
but since your entire relationship was based off of one, he didn't know how to approach the topic in the first place.
a week. a week passed before he could muster up the words to speak to you.
a week of being ignored in the hallways, side glances and being walked off on. a week of not having you by his side, not having you to talk to, to study with,
to kiss.
you were alone on the rooftop, eating silently as you felt a presence behind you. you saw his hair in the shadow and sighed, placing your plate onto the floor next to you. "what?"
"let me talk."
"...fine."
he breathed a sigh, hands balling as he forced the words out. "i know what you saw. and i know it was bad, but listen. that.. girl. she had some quirk on me or something."
he paused, seeing as your movement shifted. he took the fact that you didn't leave as a sign to continue.
"i couldn't move, i would've. you know that. but, it was right for you to be fucking pissed. i'd be too.
and i know, this is my fault in a way. i've been.. a fuckin' loser about this." his hand went up to support his head, his eyes averting from where he felt yours eyeing him.
"i needed to ask you out, officially i mean, a long time ago. it was wrong of me to use you-"
"it wasn't like that and you know it." you moved now to face him, you taking his hands in yours once more.
"what are we? to you i mean."
"right now..
we're nothing, right?"
your eyes widened, his eyes came back to look at yours.
"what?"
the words settled between you, it sent a cold shiver down your spine at the implication.
"wait-- fuck i'm messing this shit up. i mean, we're, not anything right now. we weren't anything."
your heart sank, eyes falling to the floor though your hand still held by him. your bleeding heart was in his grasp too, it was apparent.
"but,
i'd like to be? if you'd have me."
he squeezed your hand tightly. "i, i think i did this all out of order. but, would you go out with me?"
you let out an anxious laugh mixed with emotion. relief? despair? you honestly didn't know. tears burned the corners of your eyes.
"you're-- you're real weird, you know that?"
"is that a no."
"no, it's a yes. i think."
"ya think?"
"you don't get to question me!"
"yeah, whatever." you shared a laugh of relief together. he held you, moving away to bring something out of his pocket.
a small bento box for you.
you gasped at the sight of it, it was so cute. "thank god! i hate this school shit." you sat down, patting the side beside you, prompting him to sit down.
"wow, a heart? don't tell me you like me or something katsuki."
instead of deflecting, of telling you to buzz off, of shoving you lightly, a small smile came over his lips once again. after a beat, he laughed boyishly.
"you caught me."
...
he patted your back as you choked on the heart shaped seaweed.
your first date was cute, a small picnic with the country of musatafu as your backdrop. it was weird, this scene had played out between you two various times. in his room, in public, in private, to everyone else you two had just recovered from a messy breakup. and yet,
your stomachs were filled with butterflies at the affection between you two.
your rank was high, the dates were endless between the two of you now. study dates, just going to cafes, mundane things became more when you were by each others side.
years passed, and your poor dorm was going mostly unused. you'd sleep in his bed most of the time, actually- you'd spent most of your time in his room. he even cleared out a section for you in his closet despite the fact that yours was perfectly fine.
graduation came along, your careers came rushing at the two of you.
you were the top rated woman hero, and he was number one. just like he dreamt, just like he imagined the future would be for the two of you all those years ago.
you were picking out some drinks from the vending machine, a pocky hanging out your mouth as you decided between two flavors.
you finally chose, having two drinks in your hand for you and katsuki when he suddenly dragged you into an alleyway, grunting when he pushed you against the wall.
deja vu? maybe, you felt like you lived through this before, the same mindless stampede of girls rushing past.
"i told you to clip down your hair."
"shut up. don't they even care that we're married now? why do they fucking bother?." he sighed, annoyed as he lightly grabbed the can out your hand, his frustration not matching his actions.
"well, maybe we need something that'd make it even more official." a lightbulb went over the both of your heads. you faced each other, a streetlight letting you see the slight pink tint of his cheeks.
"a ca-"
"a baby."
you laughed, keeling over at the sight of his face that grew impossibly red.
you went home, hand in hand, the photos of the two of you together making rounds in the media again.
but as you laid with his head laid on your lap, your head rested comfortably against the furniture you'd chosen for your home?
you couldn't help but feel like everything worked out perfectly.
and with the new addition of your family laid sleeping on top of katsuki's chest.
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Meet Me Behind The Mall
Pairing: shy!Peter Parker x popular!Reader
Synopsis: after getting ditched by your friends, you spend a day with Peter in the mall, whoâs secret you recently figured out
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In his peripheral vision, Peter could see a tiny piece of paper being pushed onto his side of the lab table. He curiously looked at it, then up at you. You nodded your head towards the note so Peter unfolded it.
âWhatâs the answer to number 7?â The note read. Peter glanced up at the professor before scribbling down the answer and passing the note back to you. You read his response and circled the correct answer. A few seconds passed when another note was passed across the table. Peter picked it up and opened it to reveal three hearts drawn around the words âthank u!â. Peter felt his face flush and looked over at you again. You gave him a thumbs up before going up to hand in your test.
After class, you caught up with Peter in the hallway and put your hand on his shoulder to stop him.
âThank you so much for helping me in there. I counted up all the answers I was confident I got right and it wasnât enough to get a pass. I just donât get this unit.â
âYouâre welcome.â Was all Peter could say. He thought about offering to tutor you or telling you he also struggled with the topic, but he felt too shy to get anything more out than a cordial response.
âI bet you did really well. You always do. God, I wish I was as good at science as you are. Itâs just never come naturally to me. How do you always know the answer?â You asked him as you continued to walk together.
âOh, I donât know.â He shrugged and immediately scrunched his face in embarrassment. He wished he could be better at conversing with you, especially since you were always so nice to him. He saw a pack of your friends coming down the hallway and they waved you over, putting your conversation out of itâs misery.
âBye, Peter. Iâll see you next class. Have a good weekend.â You waved to him as you ran to catch up with your large group of friends. He knew he should return the sentiment but instead stayed silent and gave you a pathetic wave back.
That night, the cheap alcohol of the frat party didnât sit well with you so you headed home early. You were a pretty far walk from your dorm but felt too nauseas to get into a car. Instead, you started walking home and let the cold New York air calm you down.
âWhere are you going, gorgeous?â
You felt panic drop in your stomach at the sound of a manâs voice somewhere in the darkness but kept walking to your dorm. The sound of footsteps behind you picked up behind you so you quickened your pace. You could still hear music coming from the party you had left so you knew people were nearby if worst came to worst.
âHey. Iâm talking to you. Where are you going?âThe man asked as he caught up to you and walked beside you. You ignored him and tugged your jacket tighter around your body. He suddenly took you by the elbow and you froze in fear.
âCome on. Donât be rude. Just give me a smile and Iâll leave you alone.â The man said with a sickening smile as he tried to get you to look at him.
âPlease. Iâll give you whatever you want from my bag. Just leave me alone.â You pleaded and moved away from him. He snatched your purse from your hands and started to rummage through it.
âWhat the hell is this? This is just full of receipts.â He grimaced in disgust and pulled out a handful of crumbled receipts.
âI donât want to throw them out in case I need to return something one day.â You said meekly.
âDo you even have a wallet? All Iâm finding is lip gloss.â The man said as he picked up five different lip products from the bottom of your bag.
âOh, Iâm sorry you didnât find a better person to rob.â You scoffed sarcastically. The man looked up at you with a primal look in his eyes.
âOh, you think youâre funny? I donât like girls who think theyâre funny.â He said and gripped your elbow again. You tried to pull away but he was too strong. Before you could tell him to let to, Spiderman dropped down next to you. You cracked a smile at the sight of him and let out a sigh of relief.
âSir, I hate to be the one to tell you this but that purse does not to with that outfit.â Peter sassed and moved his hands in dramatic exasperation.
âHuh?â The guy said and let go of you.
âNow, you better not have left a bruise on this lovely ladyâs elbows or you and I are gonna have a serious problem.â Peter warned as he shot a web at the guys pants. He yanked them down and the manâs jeans fell to his ankles.
âHm. I did not peg you for a boxers guy. Your whole vibe screams âFruit of the Loomâ tighty whities. Yet now I stand corrected.â Peter said as he tilted his head to the side. You covered your mouth and let out a laugh, making the man grow angry. He went to lunge at Peter but tripped over his dropped pants.
âUh oh. Someoneâs angry. Maybe your whities are a little too tighty.â Peter commented as he pinched his fingers together. You laughed again as Peter shot a web at your purse.
âIâll take that.â He quipped and yanked the purse out of the manâs hands.
âThank you!â Peter said politely as he caught your purse.
âHey!â The man shouted.
âHey?â Peter laughed. âYouâre yelling at me like itâs yours.â
The man tried to lunge at Peter again and ended up falling flat on his face. Peter took that as his cue to wrap an arm around you and pick you up to swing you to safety. He landed a few blocks away and carefully put you down. You stared at him through the mask as he put you down, your faces just inches apart. Peter gulped and felt his entire face go red beneath the mask.
âThank you, Spiderman.â You smiled softly at him as you slowly withdrew your arm from around his neck.
âYouâre very welcome, miss. I believe this belongs to you.â He said as he put your purse back into your hands. Your eyebrows knit together suddenly in confusion and you let out a short laugh.
âWait, Peter?â You asked, making Peterâs heart drop.
âUh, what?â He gulped. âWhoâs that? Iâm your friendly neighbor Spiderman.â
âRight. Sorry. You sound just like this guy in my chemistry class.â You laughed and shook your head. Peter felt his blush spread all the way to his ears over you recognizing the sound of his voice. You ran in different circles at school, you being apart of the popular group of girls and him belonging to a small group of local nerds. That being said, your ever present kindness towards him left him to develop a small crush on you.
âOh. Well, thatâs not me. But he sounds really handsome.â Peter replied, making you laugh again.
âHe is.â You nodded without an ounce of sarcasm in your voice. This piked his curiosity and he leaned in a little.
âHe is?â He asked.
âOh, yeah. Absolutely.â You nodded. âIn a hot nerd kind of way. Like Spencer Reid. But kinda short. Which Iâm not sure why Iâm telling you now that I hear myself.â
âItâs okay. I like that show too.â He chuckled shyly. âHe sounds really cool.â
âHe is really cool. At least, I think he is. But Iâm not really sure. Everytime I try to talk to him, he looks away.â You sighed like you were disappointed. Peter realized you were a little drunk and probably didnât know what you were saying. Even if that was the case, it was still nice to hear.
âMaybe heâs just shy. And doesnât know how to look pretty girls in the eye.â Peter said as he kicked a rock around with his foot.
âThatâs a shame.â You smiled sadly. âBecause I think he and I could be friends if he ever learned to look at me.â
Peter stopped messing with the rock and looked up at you. There was a smallness to you tonight that shone through your party dress and heavy makeup. Your typically bright hand bubbly demeanor was cloudy by something you werenât telling him.
âMaybe heâll start.â He told you.
âI hope so.â You answered honestly. âHe seems nice. I could use a friend like him.â
Standing under that streetlight, Peter noticed a sadness to you for the first time. You were usually in a circle of friends all wearing smiles but right now, you seemed completely alone down to your bones.
âSo how was your night?â He asked in a quiet voice. You stared off into the distance as your eyes brimmed with tears suddenly.
âDo you ever feel completely alone despite being in a room full of people you know?â You asked him.
âI do, actually. All the time.â He answered. You looked at him and smiled sadly.
âDo really, Spiderman?â You asked with hope in your voice. It wasnât that you wanted him to feel alone. You just wanted to know you werenât the only one who felt that way.
âI do. Is that how you felt tonight?â
âI donât know. I guess. Sometimes I make jokes and my friends all look at each other. And they all make this face as if theyâre thinking the same thing. And what theyâre thinking is that Iâm a freakish alien who theyâre embarrassed to know. Thatâs how I felt tonight.â
âWell thatâs no fun. And youâre not a freakish alien. Youâre very funny.â
âAnd you know that because youâre the cute guy in my chemistry class?â You asked with a hopeful smile.
âIâm not him. Iâm just guessing that youâre funny. So maybe you are an alien. I donât know. This is our first time meeting.â
âRight.â You rolled your eyes. âSo how do you think you did on the last test? I actually feel pretty confident.â
âI donât know because I didnât take any test because Iâm not the guy in your chemistry class. Now can I walk you home? Itâs freezing out here and I have no jacket to offer you.â
âSure, thanks. Iâm this way.â You said and pointed in the direction of your dorm. Peter placed a hand on the small of your back and guided you towards your dorm.
âYou should get a friend to walk with you next time you leave a party. Itâs not safe to be out here by yourself. Especially with guys like that going around snatching purses.â
âI know. I asked my friends but they werenât ready to leave yet.â You shrugged.
âAnd they let you walk home alone? Drunk? Sounds like you need some new friends.â Peter joked but you nodded in agreement.
âI know. But you know how friends can be. They still wanted to party. Why should I be their problem?â You shrugged again, making Peter frown.
âItâs not a problem to look out for you.â He said simply.
âThatâs easy for you to say. You look out for everyone. Itâs your job.â You reminded him.
âIâm not just saying that because of my job. It wouldnât be a burden to take care of you no matter who I was.â Peter replied, making you stop walking. He looked at you and you looked that you had been waiting your whole life to hear what he had just said.
âThank you.â You said with a fond smile.
âYouâre very welcome.â Peter replied in an equally soft voice. You kept walking in comfortable silence until you reached the girls dorm.
âThis is my dorm.â You told him. Thanks again for walking me home. And getting my purse back for me.â
âAnytime.âHe nodded. âI just hope it doesnât happen again. But if it did, you know.â
âYouâd be here.â You finished his sentence.
âExactly.â He smiled. âYou can count on it.â
You couldnât see the smile under his mask but you knew it was there. You held up your purse to show him that you had it before walking up a few of your dorm steps.
âSee you at school?â You asked him.
âDonât think so.â Peter chuckled. You squinted your eyes as if you didnât believe him but eventually shrugged.
âThatâs too bad. Good night.â You waved to him and walked the rest of the way up the stairs.
âGood night.â He called after you.
Once Monday came, you were determined to talk to Peter. You didnât have chemistry that day so youâd have to find him elsewhere on campus. You knew he usually hung out in the library so you went there to check. Sure enough, he was at a table with his friends Ned and Miles.
âHey, Peter.â You greeted as you walked up to him.
âH-hi.â He stammered. âWhat are you? I mean, how are you up? I mean, how are you? Whatâs up?â
âThere we go.â Ned nodded. âI knew heâd get there eventually.â
âIâm good.â You replied. âHow are you doing?â
âOoo. Is this your girlfriend from chemistry class?â Miles asked as his raised his eyebrows suggestively.
âIs that what you told them?â You smiled in surprise as you looked at Peter.
âNo. I didnât. I swear.â He assured you as his entire face went red.
âHe did show us the note you gave him.â Ned told you.
âOh yeah. Three hearts. I didnât realize you guys were so serious.â Miles teased Peter as he gave his friends a look that begged them to stop.
âI never said she was my girlfriend.â Peter whispered harshly to them. You could tell he was getting embarrassed so you played along to save him. You frowned and ran your fingers through his hair before letting your hand rest on his cheek.
âWhat? You didnât tell them about us, baby?â You asked and titled your head to the side. Miles and Nedâs made surprised faces as Peters entire face went red.
âW-what?â Peter sputtered out.
âIâm messing with you.â You smiled. âBut I do need to talk to you.â
âOh, uh, okay. Sure.â Peter said and moved his bag so you could sit down. You looked at Miles and Ned and smiled timidly.
âPrivately.â You clarified. Miles and Ned âooooâed as you walked away from their table and went into the hall.
âDude, follow her.â Ned told him and pushed Peter up from the table. Peter nervously fixed his hair and got up to follow you.
âWhatâs up?â He asked once you were alone. You looked around to see who was watching before stepping closer to him.
âI just wanted to thank for getting my purse back for me. Itâs my favorite bag. And my favorite lip combo was in there. You really saved me.â You said and squeezed his arm in appreciation.
âOh, youâre welcome. Anytime.â Peter said waved his hand like it was no big deal. Your lips curved into a wicked smile and Peter realized his mistake.
âShit.â He whispered as you jumped up and down and clapped your hands.
âI knew it!â You whispered. âI knew that was your voice!â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â He said quickly.
âYes you do.â You grinned and poked him in the chest.
âI really donât.â He shrugged but he knew he was caught.
âThen why are you so flustered right now?â You folded your arms to ask him. Peter touched his burning cheek and debated telling you his face always did that around you.
âIâm not.â He lied.
âYour face is hot.â You pointed out as you touched a cold hand to his cheek.
âPsht. Your face is hot.â He scoffed and pushed your hand away.
âThank you.â You said pointedly. âBut you and I both know that I figured out your little secret. Thereâs no point in denying it now.â
âI donât have any secrets. So you donât know anything.â
âCome on, Peter.â You whined. âIâve been waiting all weekend to tell you that I know. I wanted to text you but I donât have your number and I couldnât find you on Instagram. You have one, donât you?â
âIâm not on social media.â He told you.
âOkay. Thatâs serial killer behavior but Iâm willing to look past it if you confirm my suspicions.â You said and excitedly drummed your fingers on your chin.
âIâm not Spiderman. So I cannot confirm your suspicions.â He whispered for only you to hear. You smirked a little before shrugging.
âI guess you canât.â You sighed. âItâs weird though, right?â
âWhatâs weird?â He wondered.
âThat I never said you were Spiderman. I just thanked you for getting my purse.â You said with a coy smile. Peter hung his head in shame as he confirmed to you for the second time that he was in fact Spiderman.
âI knew it! I knew it was you. I even recognized the way you walk.â You said proudly.
âWhat do you know about the way I walk?â He asked with a shy smile.
âYou walk really stiff like youâre holding two invisible briefcases.â You explained and demonstrated for him with a near perfect imitation of how he walked.
âWhat? No I donât. Oh wait. Yeah, I kinda do.â He realized as he watched you.
âYou definitely do. Now can you please just tell me Iâm right? Iâve been thinking about it all weekend. I need to hear you tell me I was right.â You begged him as you put your hands on his shoulders. Peter playfully rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and sighed.
âYou right.â He mumbled.
âYes! I knew I was right!â You cheered. âEverything makes sense now. Thatâs why youâre always disappearing or yawning or bruised. Youâre probably up every night getting girls purses, arenât you?â
âNot always purses.â He instead. âSometimes itâs bikes. And one time, a mean chihuahua.â
âWow.â You said with genuine amazement. âSo how long have you been doing this?â
âSince I was 15.â
â15? Damn. I was exhausted from working 4 hours a week at Kohlâs at 15. How do you do it? You must be so tired.â You frowned and rubbed his arm kindly.
âItâs tiring but someone has to do it.â He shrugged. âJust like someone has to hand out Kohlâs cash.â
âThats true.â You chuckled. âAnd thatâs a very selfless way to look at it.â
âOh. Thank you.â He smiled shyly. âBut please, you canât tell anyone about this. Nobody else knows.â
âDuh.â You replied. âThis is our secret.â
âYeah. Ours.â He smiled and felt his face heat up at the mention of something belonging to only the two of you. Your moment was cut short by one of your friends coming up to you and completely disregarding Peter.
âHey, girl. I need your notes from class today.â She said to you.
âOh, sure. How come you werenât there?â You asked her.
âLiz and I went got coffee instead.â She replied. Peter could tell you were hurt they didnât ask you to come get coffee but you just smiled and nodded.
âIâll text them to you.â You told her.
âThanks. Letâs go to the library. I need you to look at my English paper and tell me if itâs good.â She said and nodded towards the library. You looked at Peter and gave him an apologetic smile.
âBye, Peter. Iâll talk to you later, okay?â You told him before leaving with your friend.
âWhy were you talking to that lesbian?â Your friend asked you as you walked away.
âThat wasnât a lesbian. That was my friend Peter.â He heard you tell her before going into the library. He watched you disappear and let out a little sigh. He knew he was going to over analyze that entire conversation for probably the rest of his life, or at least until the next time you spoke.
That weekend, Peter headed to the mall a few blocks from campus to do some wandering by himself since Ned was busying. He did a little shopping before taking a seat on the mall fountain to check his texts. He was so engrossed in his phone that he didnât notice you walk up to him.
âWell, well, well.â You chuckled, making him look up at you and blush.
âItâs a fountain, actually.â Peter deadpanned, making you crack a smile.
âYouâre stupid. Move over.â You laughed and sat beside him. Your knees were touching which made Peters face warm up the way it always seemed to around you.
âShould I be worried? Iâm starting to think you might be stalking me.â He teased you.
âExcuse me? I was just walking around and saw you. Youâre the one who keeps ending up placed Iâm already in.â
âSounds like something a stalker would say.â He said out of the corner of his mouth.
âYou wish I was your stalker. Now come on, give me the haul. What did you buy?â You asked him and nodded towards his bag.
âSocks and boxers.â He smiled proudly and held up his items.
âOh shit. You did not come to play.â
âI really didnât.â He played along, making you laugh again. You stared at him for a minute with a fond smile and he stared back with a matching one.
âWhat?â He wondered.
âYouâre talking to me.â
âSo?â He laughed shyly. âYouâre talking to me.â
âNo, I mean, like. Full eye contact. And full sentences. Who is this man? Iâve been waiting to meet him forever.â You teased him and he playfully rolled his eyes.
âI guess itâs easier to talk to you now that you know my secret. Youâre not as scary anymore.â
âI was scary before?â You gasped and pretended to be offended.
âYes. Girls like you are very terrifying to me.â
âGirls like me?â You smiled coyly.
âPretty girls who are nice to me. I really wish you were a giant snake or the multi-bear from Gravity Falls or something. Thatâs way less scary.â He insisted.
âYouâd rather talk to the multi-bear than me?âYou scoffed. âI have half a mind to forget about you and go stalk some other guy.â
âNo, please. Stay. I forgot how awkward it is to shop alone and I still need to get a belt.â He pretended to beg and put a hand on your leg to get you to stay. You looked at the hand on your leg and cracked a smile at the unexpected contact from him.
âWell I would never abandon a man on a belt quest.â You replied, making him laugh.
âThank you. What about you? What are you looking for?â
He could have said âshopping forâ but thatâs not what he meant. He wanted to know what you were looking for. You cracked a smile as if you understood what he was asking.
âBetter friends, actually. Have you seen any?â You asked with a playful but sad smile.
âI just saw your friends in H&M.â He told you and pointed to the store. You shrugged a little and shook your head.
âYeah. I saw them too. After they all told me they were busy today and couldnât hang out.â You admitted without looking at him. Peter frowned and moved closer to you.
âThey came here without you?â
âI asked them to hang out. They all said they couldnât. But now Iâm getting a sneaking suspicion thereâs a second group chat that Iâm not in.â You laughed but he knew it was fake.
âIâm sorry.â He said quietly.
âI came here to cheer myself up and ended up feeling 200 times worse when I saw them all hanging out without me. I didnât even say anything to them because I didnât want them to feel bad for not inviting me. Not that they ever care when they make me feel bad.â You laughed again but it ended up in a sigh. You stared at your shoes for a second and Peter stayed silent.
âGirls suck.â You said after a beat. âNot always, of course, but when they suck, they really suck. They know how painful it can be to be the only one left out. But they still did it to me. I donât understand why.â
âNeither do I. I thought those girls were your friends?â
âI donât know. I kinda saw this coming.â You admitted. âI started to notice that I was always the one texting first. And always the one trying to make plans. And when they did text me, they were asking me for something. It was never just to check in on me.â
âThatâs really hurtful. Iâm sorry. Iâve been there too. It sucks when you realize that if you stopped reaching out to someone, youâd probably never speak again.â Peter replied, making you smile sadly at him.
âExactly. Or when you wonder how long it would take them to notice if you stopped reaching out. And worse, wonder if theyâd notice at all.â
âNo one deserves to feel that way. Especially not someone as kind and considerate as you. You really do need new friends.â He nodded in agreement, making you genuinely laugh this time.
âWeâre friends, right? Because I know your secret.â
âWe can be friends.â Peter nodded, bringing a smile out of you.
âThanks.â You told him and gave his shoulder a rub. Peter felt a sudden burst of confidence and decided to keep the momentum he had built.
âYouâre probably gonna say no to this, but Ned and I were gonna get sandwiches and then build legos together tomorrow. You can come, if youâd like.â
âThatâs okay. You donât have to give me a pity invite to your sandwich and Lego party.â You told him.
âItâs not a pity invite. I want you to be there. It would make me happy to have you around.â Peter answered, making you smile once again. It was the simple change from âyou can comeâ to âI wanted you to be thereâ that made all the difference.
âDo you want to hang out with me today?â You asked him.
âYeah. I do.â He said immediately. You stood up and held out your hand for him to take.
âCome on. Letâs go look at the home decor.â
Peter took your hand and let you pull him towards the home decor store in the mall. He awkwardly ran ahead of you so that he could open the door for you but it was worth it when he saw you smiling.
âThank you.â You said curtly and walked inside. He followed you around the store like a puppy dog and listened to your commentary on the various throw pillows and wall art as if it was words from a prophet.
âThis would be perfect for you.â You gasped and held up an old Halloween pillow that had a sequenced spiderweb on it along with a spider made up of mostly fallen off beads.
âIs my job a joke to you?â He laughed and flicked the pillow.
âI mean, I did see some funny videos of you online. How often do you miss your webs and fall into bushes?â
âBushes are rare, actually. Itâs usually car hoods and hot dog stands.â He admitted.
âOuch.â You grimaced. âDoesnât that hurt?â
âNo. Hot dog stands are really soft.â He said seriously. You laughed and kept walking down the aisles of the store.
âI love that Iâm the only one that knows this about you.â You told him.
âYou really do, donât you?â He realized with an amused smile.
âWell, yeah. I always knew there was something about you and learning this vindicated me so hard.â
âSomething about me? What do you mean?â
âI donât know. Youâre so allusive.â You shrugged. âAlways disappearing and reappearing from places. Not on any sports teams but will never miss when throwing something into the trash from across the room. Knows all the answers in chemistry but never raises his hand. Ripped but hides it under Catholic school boy sweaters. I always wondered about you. Now I know.â
âWow. You pick up on a lot of details. Nobodyâs ever really noticed me like that.â Peter said as he looked at the ground so you wouldnât see how flustered that made him.
âThat you know of.â You corrected. âBecause I noticed you a long time ago and you had no idea until now.â
âI notice you too.â He said as he looked into your eyes. You smiled at the eye contact and stayed looking at him.
âSo, uh, were you just messing with me when you told Spiderman that you thought I was, you know.â
âA hot nerd?â
âYeah. That.â He laughed shyly.
âI wasnât messing with you.â You shrugged. âOr him. Either of you. I meant what I said.â
âSo did I. I really donât know how to talk to pretty girls.â
âWeâre just regular people. Aside from our razor sharp teeth and detachable feet.â
âWhy would you need to detach your feet?â He laughed.
âI donât know but I used to have these dolls when I was younger where youâd yank their whole foot off to change their shoes. And theyâd just have a little nub until you put new feet on them. God forbid you lose one of their shoes. Then they have no feet and had to walk around my dollhouse with nubsâ.
âTo be a woman is to perform.â He nodded along.
âShut up.â You laughed and kept walking down the aisles of the store. You ended up buy some statue of an animal that you mentioned your mom liked to collect and Peter carried your bag for you into the next store.
âSo who else knows about this secret? Besides us two.â You asked as you flipped through a clothing rack.
âMy best friend. But thatâs because he accidentally walked in on me in my suit. And my aunt. Who found out in the exact same way.â
âSounds like you need to invest in a giant trench coat to cover yourself with when entering and exiting your room.â You told him.
âThatâs a really good idea, actually. Do you think they sell those here?â He asked, making you laugh.
âSo I was the first to figure it out?â
âYou were. And now Iâm really hoping itâs not obvious.â
âI wouldnât say itâs obvious. Iâm just very observant.â
âOf everything or just me?â He asked you.
âJust you.â You teased, making him blush again.
âWhat else have you observed about me?â He wondered.
âA few things, actually. You keep flexing your hand and Iâm starting to think youâre working up the nerve to hold mine. That or youâre fighting the urge to punch me so Iâm hoping itâs the former. I also observed that you havenât checked your phone once since I found you and youâre letting me pick all the stores we go into.â
âWow. And what do your observations tell you?â
âThat you like me.â You said simply and continued looking at the clothes.
âWhat?â Peter sputtered. âNo I donât.â
âSays the boy who got my purse back from a burglar. Classic crush culture right there.â You clicked your tongue and shook your head.
âWhat?â He laughed. âThat is not what I do when I have a crush on a girl. Thatâs just my job.â
âAll right then. So what do you do when you have a crush?â
âAvoid eye contact and hope she likes shy tendencies. And open doors for her, obviously.â Peter said as he opened the door for you into the next store.
âGood to know.â You said and gave him a pleased smile as you passed him. He continued to follow you down the aisles of the store while holding your collection of clothes you wanted to try on.
âSo why spiders? Iâve always wondered why you named yourself after arguably the worst bug of all time. Why not something more palatable like Lady Bug Man? Or Moth Man and then you could live under a bridge and spook people?â You asked as you handed him another dress for you to try on.
âIt was a spider bite that gave me the abilities, actually. Thatâs where I got the name.â He explained as you disappeared behind a changing room curtain. You opened it up after a few seconds in one of the dresses you had taken off the rack.
âReally? I never wouldâve guessed that. Iâm learning so much right now.â You said as you turned around and moved your hair away from your neck. Peter blushed and picked up what you were implying and zipped the dress for you. You turned back around and gave him a grateful smile.
âWhat else do you want to know?â He asked with a shy smile. He usually categorized himself as shy and never wanting to be the center of attention, but right now he was hoping you had more questions to ask him. He liked being the center of attention when it was your attention he was getting.
âWhy red and blue?â You wondered.
âRed for my momâs red hair and blue for the car my dad drove.â Peter said out loud for the first time.
âAw, Peter.â You pouted. âThatâs really beautiful. I love that.â
âThank you. I never told anybody that before.â He admitted.
âHm. Something else just between us, then.â You winked at him before shutting the dressing room curtain again.
When you left that store, Peter opened the door for you on the way out with his free hand and held your bags with his other hand. As you walked through the mall, yours hands kept bumping against each others. It happened so many times in a row that Peter was starting to think he was doing it on purpose.
âYou can, you know. If you want to.â You said without looking at him.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â Peter lied as your hands bumped once again.
âOkay. Never mind, then.â You replied and kept walking. Peter decided to do something for once and took your hand. You didnât say anything but smirked and gave his hand a squeeze. You stayed holding hands as you went to a few more stores and ended up back by the fountain. Through the streams of water, you suddenly spotted the very group of friends that had left you out.
âOh God. Itâs them.â You gasped and stopped short. Peter thought you were going to drop his hand but you didnât.
âWhat are you gonna do?â He asked. âI can stick to the wall if that at all helps.â
âWell Iâm definitely gonna need to see that at some point but not right now. I need to hide.â You decided and looked around for the nearest exit. During your search, you heard the sound of your friends laughing and it made your stomach drop. You didnât want to run away anymore and pretend that the things they did didnât hurt you. They did. And it was time they knew that.
âActually, no.â You decided. âWhy should I hide to make them more comfortable? They did something mean to me. I shouldnât run away just so they donât have to face what they did. I should go talk to them.â
âLetâs do it.â Peter agreed and you smiled. You blew out a nervous breath before walking up to the group of girls.
âHey guys! So glad your schedules freed up.â You greeted them with a friendly smile. They all froze and either looked down at the ground or at you with stunned expressions. You took your time looking at every one of their guilty faces with an unamused expression.
âWe were gonna text you.â Liz said quickly.
âDonât even worry about it.â You told her. âIn fact, donât text me ever again. I deserve friends who include me. Not people who keep me around just in case they need something from me.â
âSo what? Youâre gonna ditch us to hang out with losers?â Liz scoffed and looked at Peter. You felt bad that Peter had caught a stray but he wasnât phased.
âYouâre the ones who just lost a good friend. And missed out on a fun day at the mall with the coolest girl in New York. So Iâm pretty sure that makes you guys the losers.â Peter stated. Everyone, including you, was shocked to hear those words out of the notoriously shy Peterâs mouth. You looked at him and gave him a grateful smile.
âYeah.â You agreed. âYou guys are losers. You all say bad things about each other behind each otherâs back and Iâm sure you did the same to me so I canât say Iâm gonna miss this friend group. But I do have to thank you for ditching me or else I wouldnât have found a real friend.â
âWho? This lesbian?â One of the other girls scoffed and gestured to Peter.
âYeah.â Peter snapped. âThis lesbian.â
âNow if youâll excuse us, Peter needs to find a belt.â You said and walked away with Peter following right behind you. You didnât drop his hand as you did a half walk half run through the mall as adrenaline rushed through you. Once you were far enough away from them, you stopped running.
âThat felt good.â You said through an out of breath laugh.
âFor me too.â Peter agreed. âAnd I was almost entirely uninvolved in that situation.â
âCome on. I wanna do the Photo Booth and immortalize this day.â You said and excitedly pulled him into the Photo Booth. Peter shut the curtain while you picked the boarder for the pictures, purposefully choosing one that had red hearts all over it.
âOkay. We only have five seconds between pictures so you have to pick your poses quickly.â You told him as the countdown began.
âBut Iâm so awkward. I donât know how to pose.â Peter said as the countdown dwindled down.
âJust smile and look like you like me.â You said and pressed your cheek against his to smile for the camera. The camera flashed and you slung your arm around him for the next photo. The camera flashed again and Peter gulped.
âI do like you.â He said in a soft voice as he turned to look at you.
You looked at him and leaned in just as the camera flashed. You were still kissing when the fourth and final flash went off but you didnât care. You pulled Peter closer by his shirt while his hands snaked around your waist. You pushed him away suddenly with a suspicious look on your face.
âWait, do the webs, like, come out of your butt ever?â
âWhat? No.â He laughed. âThey donât come out of me at all. I built devices and developed a web fluid to shoot out of them. I donât actually produce webs.â
âOh. Okay.â You nodded and pulled him back into a kiss. He kissed you back for a moment before pulling away.
âWait, would that have been a deal breaker if I did? Produce webs, I mean.â He asked you.
âI mean, Iâd still like you but I donât know if I could date a guy who could physically produce webs in his body. I just think that would really gross me out. Producing webs is I think where Iâd have to draw the line.â
âSo does that mean youâd date a guy who doesnât produce webs?â He asked with a hopeful smile.
âIsnât that every guy?â You pointed out.
âOh. Yeah. I guess it kinda is.â He realized. âWell, would you date a guy who is far more likely to shoot webs from his butt than the average man? Given his spider themed career path?â
âWell, I donât know. I never thought about that before.â You pursed your lips and pretended to give it genuine though. Peter playfully rolled his eyes at you and cupped your face to kiss you again.
âWhat do you think now?â He asked with your face still in his hands.
âI think I would.â You smiled and tugged his shirt to bring him back into a kiss.
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THE CONTRACTED HEART â Rafe Cameron (05)
MASTERLIST | Basketball Player & Model!Female Reader
Summary: Rafe Cameron, a basketball star, needs a marriage to fix his image, while Model!Reader needs one for citizenship. They may be the perfect solution for each other.
Warnings: smut, descriptions of violence, jealousy, usage of drugs, talks about body image/ed, angst, and lots of bickering. Reader is confident, a people-pleaser, has a traumatic past, and is a sunshine with an attitude. Rafe is a whore, possessive, cocky, and secretive about his past.
Word Count: 9.4k
Aliyah's Notes: i have two exams in five years and i still haven't slept, so if u notice any mistakes pls ignore them. i'll fix them when i have time, and yes a scene is inspired by the maddest obsession BUT ANYW AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! THIS CHAPTER IS INSANE AND PLS DONT SCREAM AT ME FOR THE ENDING LIKE IM SO SORRY BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE
âHey, you want to know something?â Sarah said, approaching you as you sat quietly at a table, lost in thought. Beside her, two girls: one had mid-length brown curls and sun-kissed blonde highlights, gave you a friendly grin, her energy light and approachable. The other had wavy, jet-black hair that framed her face, her features both sharp and effortlessly beautiful. They were stunning, you thought, in a way that felt both comforting and a little intimidating. âI never liked her. Even back when she and my brother were together, I never got along with Chiara.â
The girl with the highlighted curls nodded, sliding into the seat next to you. âSame here. Thereâs always been something... off about her,â she agreed, scrunching her nose in a way that made you smile. âOh! Iâm Kiara, by the way,â she added quickly. âDifferent spelling than Chiara, but I promise weâre nothing alike.â
The girl with the wavy black hair gave a little wave as she took the seat across from you, her smile warm and easy. âAnd Iâm Cleo,â she introduced herself with a slight accent. âCanât say I disagree with Sarah and Kie here. Chiaraâs just... kind of a staple at these things. Sheâs always been around, so the guys still invite her out of habit.â
âAnd if they didnât, sheâd probably throw a tantrum,â Sarah added, rolling her eyes in exasperation.Â
You felt a warmth creeping into your cheeks as you looked at the three of them, surprised by how welcoming they were. âThanks, girls. Iâm Y/N, by the way,â you said shyly, offering a small smile.Â
âGirl, we know who you are,â Cleo came to sit on your side and nudged you softly. âBut donât worry, youâre part of the group nowâChiara who?â she joked, making you all laugh.
You cleared your throat, glancing between the three girls who were deep in conversation. The question had been sitting heavy on your mind since the moment you met Chiara. âSo⊠Rafe and herâdid they used to date?â
The girls exchanged a look, the brief silence almost uncomfortable. It was as if they were weighing their words, deciding what to say or what to hold back. Their reluctance only made you want answers more. Who was Chiara to Rafe, really?
Finally, Sarah glanced away, a frown crossing her face. âItâs⊠complicated.â
You couldnât help but lean in, unable to stop the curiosity stirring in your chest. âHow complicated?â you pressed. âWere they exes? Friends with benefits? Did they break up right before Rafe and I got together? Or was it just her holding on to a crush he neverââ
Kiara gently placed a hand over yours, her eyes warm and understanding. âY/N, itâs okay. You donât have to overthink it, alright?â
You sighed, the uncertainty making your stomach twist. âI just wish I knew what they areâor wereâto each other. Rafe hasnât said a word about her. Not a thing.â
Cleo gave you a sympathetic look, and Sarah hesitated, biting her lip as though weighing whether to say more. Finally, she began, âWait, so he really didnât tell you about what theyââ
But Sarahâs words were cut off abruptly as Rafeâs voice broke through the noise of the party. âSweetheart, can we talk?â
The girls turned toward him, their expressions ranging from surprise to mild disgust.
Kiara shot him a skeptical look, brows raised. âWho did he just call âsweetheartâ?â
Cleoâs eyes widened as she put her hands up in mock innocence. âDefinitely not me.â
Sarah shook her head, holding back a laugh. âDonât look at me. My brotherâs never called me any nickname. So, nope, not me either.â
Their eyes turned back to you, and it clicked. Rafeâs gaze was fixed on you, his face serious, almost imploring. You fidgeted with your hands, glancing over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Chiara. She was a few steps away, engrossed in a conversation with JJ, yet her eyes were unmistakably trained on you and Rafe. Her expression was unreadable, something between irritation and curiosity, and the ambiguity of it only frustrated you more.
Rafeâs voice softened, his eyes searching yours. âY/N, letâs go. Please?â
âIâm serious about her, Chiara,â was what Rafe replied earlier, his voice firm but before you could register the words, Chiara grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the garden without so much as a second glance in your direction, leaving you alone in the middle of the partyâfeeling like a complete idiot.
You werenât sure how to feel about Rafeâs words. It was exactly what youâd hoped to hear, but his delivery had been off, and the way he left with her immediately afterward left a sour taste. You remember watching them through the windows. Their conversation looked intense. Chiaraâs hands moved wildly, gesturing with a frustration that seemed matched by Rafe, who kept sighing and tossing his arms up in exasperation. Whatever they discussed, it was clearly charged.
But now, Rafe was standing in front of you, his expression unreadable as he asked to talk. About what? You didnât know. Maybe heâd finally explain who Chiara was to him or put to rest the suspicion twisting in your gut, though you doubted he would. Instead of lingering on the countless possibilities, you took a steadying breath, nodded, and followed him outside.
The night air was cool, a stark contrast to the partyâs warmth, and you found yourself standing on the porch beside him, facing the quiet street. For a moment, silence fell between you, thick and awkward, as if neither of you knew where to begin. He glanced at you and you felt a flicker of anticipation mixed with unease, wondering what heâd sayâif heâd finally give you the answers you were looking for.
Rafe leaned against the porch railing, arms folded, his gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder. âLook... Chiara just⊠she doesnât handle change well,â he said, his tone flat, almost dismissive. âSheâs just⊠used to things being a certain way. She's dramatic."
You crossed your arms, holding back the questions building up. âRight. So, she drags you outside because sheâs feeling⊠what? Dramatic?â
He glanced at you, then quickly looked away, jaw tightening. âItâs not like that,â he said, his voice clipped. âSheâs⊠sheâs just not used to seeing me with someone else.â
You raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your tone light. âOh, so Iâm the problem?â
Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âNo, itâs not you. ItâsâŠâ He paused, as if weighing how much he wanted to say. âShe just thinks⊠I donât know, she has her own ideas about things. She probably assumed things were the way they used to be.â
You frowned. âUsed to be?â The question slipped out before you could stop it, and when Rafe didnât answer right away, you continued. âSo, you two were⊠what? Together?â
He shook his head. âNot exactly. Things just... overlapped for a while. It was just⊠a thing. A long time ago.â
Your patience was wearing thin. âAnd by âa long time ago,â you mean⊠what? Last week? Last month?â
Rafe exhaled sharply, his frustration bubbling to the surface. âShit, why does it matter? Whatever it was, itâs over, alright? I didnât think I had to spell it out for you.â
âMaybe you do need to,â you shot back, feeling your cheeks heat. âI think I deserve to know when Iâm about to walk into a situation where some girl is going to pull you away and act like Iâm the one intruding.â
Rafeâs jaw tightened, and he leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowing. âSheâs not just âsome girl.â Sheâs⊠someone Iâve known for a while. And sheâs⊠complicated. Okay?â
âRight. âComplicated.ââ You let the word hang in the air, dripping with sarcasm. âIâm sure itâs just so complicated that you couldnât even bother to tell me about her before dragging me into this.â
He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. âItâs not like that. I just⊠I didnât think sheâd show up here. I didnât think it would matter.â
You shook your head, folding your arms tighter around yourself. âWell, maybe it does matter, Rafe. Because from where Iâm standing, it looks like she has some claim on you.â
"What?" Rafeâs eyes flashed with irritation, and he straightened up, clearly done with the conversation. âLook, she doesnât have a fucking âclaimâ on me. Itâs nothing. Just⊠drop it.â
The bluntness of his words stung, and you took a steadying breath, keeping your voice as even as possible. âFine,â you said coolly, shrugging as if you werenât affected. âBut you might want to let her know that.â
He shook his head, muttering something under his breath before his gaze met yours again. âYouâre overthinking it. Sheâs⊠sheâs just used to being a part of my life, and now things are different. Sheâll deal with it.â
You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head slightly. âFunny, because from where I was standing, it didnât look like she was planning to just âdeal with it.â It looked like she was⊠I donât know, trying to stake her territory or something.â
Rafe sighed, looking away again. âThatâs just how she is. Sheâs always⊠been intense. Doesnât mean anything.â
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, feeling a mix of frustration and something uncomfortably close to jealousy. âSo, Iâm just supposed to ignore it? Pretend she didnât pull you, my boyfriend, outside to⊠to lecture you about me?â
âExactly,â he replied, his tone abrupt. âItâs just noise. Donât pay her any mind.â
The simplicity of his response only fueled your irritation. âRight. Because I should just⊠ignore all of this and act like nothingâs wrong.â
âLook, I didnât ask her to make a scene,â he said, his voice sharper now. âAnd I didnât think sheâd come here tonight. She just⊠showed up, okay?â
You paused, studying his expression, which was a mixture of defensiveness and something else you couldnât quite place. âSo, whatâs the story with her?â you asked, trying to keep your tone casual, though you knew it was anything but.
Rafe let out a frustrated breath. âThereâs no âstory,â alright? Sheâs just⊠she was around for a while, thatâs it. We had⊠an understanding.â
You raised an eyebrow, the vagueness of his answer only adding to your frustration. âAn understanding,â you repeated slowly, crossing your arms tighter. âWell, it seems like she didnât quite get the memo that whatever âunderstandingâ you had is over.â
He shifted uncomfortably, glancing toward the house as if hoping someone would interrupt. âSheâll get over it. I just didnât expect her to⊠make it a whole thing.â
âMaybe she made it a whole thing because you havenât made it clear to her that itâs⊠nothing,â you said, emphasizing his own words back to him.
Rafeâs eyes narrowed slightly. âWhy are you making this such a big deal? Itâs not like we're actually together. Thisâ" he said, moving his fingers between you two "âis fake, in case you forgot.â
âOh, right, because itâs so normal for the girl you used to have⊠whatever with to show up at a party and act like Iâm the one intruding.â You shook your head, exasperated. âForgive me for wanting to understand the situation.â
He shrugged, still not meeting your eyes. âItâs just⊠old history. Not worth bringing up.â
âThen maybe you should have thought of that before dragging me into this,â you shot back, your voice laced with frustration.
He finally met your gaze, his jaw set. âDragging you into what? Itâs not like I invited her here.â
You raised an eyebrow, challenging him. âDid you invite me here to watch your past blow up in front of us?â
Rafe let out a bitter laugh. âThis is what I get for trying to bring you around my friends. Next time, Iâll keep it strictly professional. Howâs that?â
You felt a pang of hurt, but you masked it with a tight smile. âPerfect. Iâll remember that for next time, Rafe.â You turned away, taking a few steps back toward the house, hoping heâd get the hint that you were done.
But Rafeâs hand closed gently around your wrist, stopping you. âWait.â His voice was low, reluctant, but there was a softness there you hadnât expected.
You turned, catching his gaze, which had softened just slightly. âWhat?â
He hesitated, then let go of your wrist, his fingers lingering just a moment longer. âI just⊠I didnât expect her to react this way. I thought⊠things were clear between us.â
âClearly, theyâre not,â you replied, unable to keep the edge from your tone.
Rafe sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âIâll try to talk to her, alright? Make sure she understands. But can we just⊠leave it here?â
You watched him, seeing the frustration, the tension in his shoulders, and you knew he wasnât about to tell you any more than he already had. So, instead of pushing it further, you forced a casual shrug. âFine. Whatever. Itâs none of my business anyway, right?â
A flicker of something passed across his faceâsurprise, maybe, or regret. âRight. Itâs not,â he said, though his voice was quieter, as if the words didnât sit right with him.
You nodded, biting back the urge to say anything more. âGreat. Glad weâre on the same page.â
An awkward silence settled between you, the tension thick and unresolved. Rafe shifted, glancing toward the house. âWe should get back. People will start talking if weâre both out here too long.â
You let out a humorless laugh. âOh, we wouldnât want that, would we?â The sarcasm was sharp, but you didnât care; you were too irritated to soften it.
He shot you a look, somewhere between exasperation and apology, but said nothing as he turned to head back inside. You followed a few paces behind, feeling the weight of the conversation pressing down on you, every unanswered question lingering like a shadow.
Before reaching the door, Rafe paused, his hand resting on the doorknob as he glanced back at you. âListenâŠâ He hesitated, as if searching for the right words. âItâs⊠just a lot, okay? Give me some time. Iâll sort it out.â
You held his gaze, unsure whether to believe him, but you nodded once. âFine. But make it clear, Rafe. Iâm not here to play second fiddle to some girl from your past. My life is on the line and I don't have time to worry about this sort of thing.â
He opened his mouth to respond, but whatever he was about to say, he swallowed back. Instead, he gave a tight nod and pushed open the door, slipping back into the noise and light of the party. You followed him and plastered on a fake smile while wondering if youâd ever get the truth out of him.
For the next hour, you put on a mask, pretending everything was fineâlike nothing happened. But no matter how hard you tried to push the thoughts away, they lingered, clouding every moment. What was Rafe and Chiaraâs relationship? You forced yourself to focus on the laughter, the music, and the warmth of the people around you, determined to enjoy the night with Rafeâs friends. Yet every so often, your mind drifted back to Chiara and Rafe, leaving an uncomfortable knot in your stomach.
Rafe took you around the room, introducing you to his teammates: Topper Thornton, Kelce Miller, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, and John B Routledge. They each greeted you with a friendly smile and a welcoming vibe. You found yourself particularly drawn to Topper's lighthearted humor and Pope's quiet charm, making it a bit easier to relax. But it was the girls who truly helped lift your spirits. Their energy was infectious, and you quickly found yourself laughing and swapping stories as if youâd known them forever.
Just as you were in the middle of an animated conversation, you heard someone call out, "Miss supermodel!" You turned to see Topper staggering toward you with a mischievous grin, clearly several drinks deep. âCome drink with us! You havenât had a single sip all night!â
You couldnât help but smile as he swayed slightly, holding up a red cup with a challenging look. He finally came in front of you and you had to shake your head. âIâm sorry, Topper. I canât drink tonight. Iâm on contract.â
He whined and threw his head back. âWhy? A little sip wonât hurt you, right? Come on, please.â
You laughed, shaking your hands as he pouted dramatically, swaying slightly. âTopper, youâre wasted! I think youâve had enough for both of us.â
He held his heart in mock offense. âOh, come on! Just one tiny sip!â He held out the cup, swirling it a little as if to tempt you. âLook, itâs just tequila! You can handle tequila, right?â
You hesitated, glancing down at the cup and then back at his hopeful face. âI really shouldnât⊠If anyone from the agency finds out, Iâm in trouble.â
âWhoâs gonna know? Itâs just us here, right?â He looked around, grinning mischievously. âYour secretâs safe with me. And, hey, you canât just let me be the only one embarrassing myself tonight.â
You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully. âAlright, one sip. But thatâs it, okay?â
Topperâs eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. âYes! Thatâs all Iâm asking for.â He held out the cup, his face eager with anticipation.
You took the cup from him, feeling the weight of all the eyes on you as his friends turned to watch, clearly amused by the scene. Raising the cup to your lips, you took a big sip, the tequila burning as it went down. You scrunched your nose at the taste, earning a round of cheers from Topper and the girls.
âThere we go! Wasnât so bad, was it?â he laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulders.
âAwful,â you teased, wiping your lips. âBut now you canât say I didnât drink with you.â
Topper gave you a victorious grin. âI knew youâd come through! Youâre practically one of us now.â
You shouldâve known.
Less than an hour later, you were stumbling across the living room, thoroughly tipsy and clinging to Kiara, who was somehow even more drunk than you. The two of you were giggling uncontrollably, reduced to hysterics over the silliest thingsâthe pretzels shaped like animals, the crooked painting on the wall. Every little thing was hilarious, and the alcohol only seemed to amplify your laughter and loosen your inhibitions.
Lost in your little bubble, you didnât notice Rafe watching from across the room, his gaze sharp and unblinking as he kept tabs on you. He hadnât seen you like this beforeâfree-spirited, a little reckless, and definitely wilder than he was used to. He couldnât help but chuckle as he watched you shout out something along the lines of, âEveryone should just strip already!â before lifting the hem of your top, ready to make good on your words.
That was Rafeâs cue. In a flash, he crossed the room, slipping his hands over yours before you could pull your shirt over your head. His touch was firm, grounding, a stark contrast to the chaos around you. "Whoa there," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement, but his eyes were warm, almost protective.
You blinked up at Rafe, a goofy grin plastered across your face as you realized he was standing right in front of you. The room spun just a little, but his steady hands on yours felt oddly comforting.
âRafe!â you slurred, beaming as though you hadnât seen him in days. âFuck! Isnât it, like, super hot in here?â
Rafe smirked, shaking his head. âI think thatâs just the tequila talking, baby,â he replied, steadying you as you swayed. His fingers stayed wrapped around yours, almost possessive, but he didnât let go.
You pouted, glancing around at the half-dressed friends who were now laughing at your enthusiastic outburst. âFine, but I was just trying to help everyone loosen up, you know?â
âOh, trust me, youâve definitely loosened up,â he chuckled, his eyes scanning you, both entertained and slightly exasperated. âMaybe⊠a little too much.â
You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a playful whisper, âYou know you enjoy it.â
Rafeâs gaze softened, but there was something else there, tooâlike he was seeing a side of you he hadnât before. âMaybe I do,â he replied, his voice low, almost as if the words had slipped out unintentionally. He cleared his throat, his grip tightening on your hands. âBut I also love it when youâre not stripping in front of half my team.â
You giggled, reaching up to playfully ruffle his hair. âAww, big, tough Rafe is jealous I havenât stripped to him first, is that it?â
Just then, Kiara stumbled over, clearly in search of more entertainment. âHey! Letâs play a game, everyone!âÂ
Rafe sighed. âAlright, I think thatâs our cue to leave,â he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he looked back at you.
You tugged on Rafeâs arm, leaning into him with a dramatic pout. âNooooo⊠letâs play the game, and then we can go,â you insisted.
âY/N, youâre beyond wasted,â he said, arching an eyebrow in disbelief. âI doubt youâll even be able to play the game right.â
âI am not drunk,â you protested, crossing your arms defiantly. The words slurred just slightly, giving you away. Rafeâs skeptical look only deepened. âIâm just a little tipsy,â you amended quickly, giving him a grin. âCome on, donât be such a buzzkill.â
He hesitated, watching you with a mixture of amusement and concern. For a moment, he seemed ready to argue, but as you flashed him your brightest, most convincing smile, he sighed, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. âFine,â he muttered, finally giving in.
You joined everyone on the floor, settling into a circle with a bottle of vodka at the center and shot glasses placed around. The music was turned down, but the roomâs energy buzzed with anticipation. You found yourself between Rafe on your left and Sarah on your right. Across from you were Pope, Cleo, John B, and Chiara, each giving you encouraging grins or a raised brow.
Kiara took charge with a gleeful smile. âAlright, you all know how Never Have I Ever works, right?â She scanned the group, receiving nods all around. âPerfect! If anyone wants to skip a question, you take a shot. Simple enough. Should I start?â She tapped her chin playfully before flashing a mischievous grin. âNever have I ever dated someone at least ten years older than me.â
A chorus of laughter and surprised murmurs rippled through the group as Rafe, Kelce, and Topper each dropped a finger. A few gasps followed, and your eyes darted to Rafe, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"So, youâre into cougars, huh?â you whispered, unable to hide your amused smile.
He shrugged, glancing at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes. âNot anymore,â he murmured, his gaze flicking to your lips. The slow lick he gave his own sent a spark through you, making you gulp and look away quickly. Was it the alcohol, or did he just do that on purpose?
JJ smirked, taking the lead for the next round. âAlright, letâs up the stakes. Never have I ever been in handcuffsâŠand I donât mean the kind from a police station.â
The number of people lowering their fingers was surprising. Sarah, John B, Kelce, Chiara, Cleo...and even you. As soon as you put your finger down, Rafe snapped his head in your direction, his eyes wide with surprise. You avoided his gaze, a sly smirk playing on your lips as you focused elsewhere, feeling his lingering stare and the unspoken question in his eyes.
âLots of naughty people here,â Kiara smirked, eyeing the group of us who had fingers down. Her grin was wicked as she surveyed the room, making everyone squirm just a little. âI see yâall⊠I see yâall! Alright, someone else ask the next question!â
Topper jumped at the chance, grinning as he dramatically raised a finger. âNever have I ever had a crush on someone in this room,â he declared, looking around with a teasing sparkle in his eyes.
You watched as some peopleâthose who were obviously in relationships (and Chiara)âput their fingers down, laughing and giving each other cute looks. You shrugged, you didnât relate to that question. You didnât do anything, leaning back as others shared knowing glances. But then, Rafe nudged your shoulder, leaning down close enough for you to feel his breath against your ear.
âCome on, put a finger down,â he whispered, his voice low and warm. His hand rested on your knee, his thumb grazing in gentle circles, as if to coax you into admitting something.
You shook your head, letting out a sleepy laugh. âI donât have a crush on anyone,â you slurred, clearly drunk. Your words came out slower, a bit softer, and you could feel Rafe chuckle beside you, probably entertained by how far gone you were.
âDid you forget weâre together?â he asked, amused. Without waiting for your response, he took your hand and put a finger down for you. His touch was gentle, yet possessive.
JJ spotted the exchange, laughter bursting out of him as he pointed at you. âOh, damn, Rafe! She actually forgot she even likes you!â
Rafe shot him a mock glare, flipping him off with a grin. âThatâs on you, fuck-heads, for handing her all those shots,â he retorted, pointing an accusatory finger around the group. âWeâre gonna head out soon if she keeps this up.â
âNo! Donât go!â Cleoâs voice suddenly cut through, practically pouting. âI like her! Donât take her away from meâus!â
Pope waved his hands, laughing as he tried to steer the game back on course. âAlright, letâs just keep this moving before the girls start crying. Hereâs oneânever have I ever had a threesome.â
The room went quiet, people hesitating to react. Then smirks appeared, and the accusations started flying at JJ, with Topper and a few others pointing fingers. âCome on, man! We literally saw you making out with two girls at once last month!â
You felt the conversation slipping in and out, barely paying attention to the bickering. Your head felt heavy, and with each passing second, you found yourself drifting further. Almost without realizing it, you leaned into Rafeâs shoulder, your head resting there like it had always belonged. His arm wrapped around you, hand trailing up and down your shoulder in comforting circles, and you closed your eyes, feeling strangely at peace. His warmth surrounded you, making the noise around you blur into the background. For a fleeting moment, you wondered if you could stay like this forever.
Across the room, Chiaraâs eyes narrowed as she caught sight of the two of you, her jaw clenching almost imperceptibly. Her stare was sharp, piercing, and a flash of something darker seemed to flicker there.
âHey, guys! Letâs stop arguing and actually play,â Sarah called out, snapping everyoneâs attention back to the game. She pointed at you and Rafe, grinning. âThose two are practically out like lights! Okay, hereâs one: never have I ever had sex in a movie theater.â
Laughter erupted again as John B hesitated, clearly too shy to admit to anything. You looked up at Rafe, raising an eyebrow playfully as if to ask if heâd ever done something like that. He met your gaze, shaking his head.
When he raised his brow to ask you the same question, you mimicked his gesture, shaking your head. But then, with a mischievous glint in your eye, you leaned into him, dropping your voice to a whisper. âBathrooms, though⊠Iâve done it there.â You werenât sure why you said itâhe hadnât even asked. âI donât know if that countsâŠâ
Rafeâs brows shot up in surprise, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. âGuess youâre freakier than you look.â
You chuckled, leaning back. âWhatâs that supposed to mean? I donât look like the type?â
He shook his head slowly, letting his eyes wander over you, his gaze lingering on your lips before it drifted back up to your eyes. âNot exactly,â he murmured, voice low.
âOh?â you asked, hand drifting to rest on his thigh, watching the glint in his blue eyes intensify as he looked down at your hand. âCome on, Cameron. Tell me what I look like, then.â
His fingers traced light patterns under the hem of your shirt, brushing over the skin at your waist in a way that made your breath hitch. He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, âYou look like you want to be fucked roughly,â he paused, letting his words linger before he added with a smirk, âbut maybe you should get some sleep instead.â
You playfully swatted his arm, pushing yourself upright with a laugh. âScrew you, Rafe.â
With a grin, he pulled you back to his side, wrapping his arms around you as you settled against him again. âOh, come on, sweetheart,â he murmured, his voice gentle but teasing. âYou know Iâm just messing with youââ
Chiara Romanoâs voice cut through the chatter with an edge sharper than before. âOkay, my turn now,â she said, raising her head, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made you feel uneasy. âNever have I everâŠâ she paused, letting her gaze linger on you a moment longer, her lips curling into a smirk that held none of the warmth and humor everyone elseâs questions had. â... never have I ever filmed myself in the bathroom puking my guts out after eating.â
A shocked silence fell over the room. You felt the air freeze, every eye darting to Chiara in disbelief, and then back to you. The words hit like a punch to the gut, and the humiliation was instant and overwhelming. Your face flushed as the awful memories flooded backâthe horrible moment that video had been leaked, exposing your bulimia to the world without mercy. Youâd spent months trying to rebuild, to reclaim your own story, but now it was out in the open again, with a cruelty that left you breathless.
Your cheeks flamed with humiliation, and your chest tightened as if the air had been sucked out of the room. You felt every gaze on you, piercing, questioning, but you couldnât bring yourself to meet anyoneâs eyes. Your fingers curled around your tighs, gripping tightly, almost leaving red marks.
You closed your eyes the moment you felt tears coming up. You didnât want to cry in front of everyone, it was embarrassing enough that they got reminded of the most embarrassing moment of your lifeâcrying would embarrass you even more. None of them know what you went through after that video got leaked. No one knew the nights you spent in rehab centers getting mocked for the videoâas if everyone there wasnât in because of mental illnesses too. They didnât know the amount of strength it took for you to finally get clean⊠only for you to relapse again this afternoon.
They didnât fucking know!
Rafe stood up beside you, his body going tense beside you. His jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed at her. âWhat the fuck is wrong you?â he yelled, his voice sharp, like he was barely holding back.
She shrugged, feigning innocence, though the smirk stayed firmly on her face. âWhat? I thought we were all sharing our secrets here, right? After all, the video has already been leaked for everyone to see, like, years ago⊠didnât think it was such a big deal.â
You felt like you were drowning, the walls closing in on you as Chiaraâs words rang in your ears. Without thinking, you bolted for the door, the need to escape driving you forward. You pushed past Rafe, who instinctively reached out for you, but you couldnât stop. You needed to get out, away from the judgment, away from the stares that felt like daggers. The cold night air hit you as you stepped outside, but it didnât matter; all you could think about was putting as much distance between yourself and the party as possible.
The rain poured down in sheets, drenching you instantly. You stumbled through the downpour, your heart racing as you made your way toward the car, the asphalt slick and glistening under the streetlights. You couldnât believe it had come to this, running away like some frightened child, but the humiliation burned too fiercely to stand another moment.
Behind you, you heard Rafe call out your name, his voice cutting through the sound of the rain. âY/N! Fuckâwait!â He sounded frantic, his tone a mix of worry and urgency. You could hear him rushing after you, his footsteps splashing through puddles as he chased you down.
âJust leave me alone!â you shouted over your shoulder, the words coming out more desperate than you intended. You didnât want to feel his pity, didnât want him to see you like thisâbroken and exposed.Â
âLook, Iâm so sorry for what sheââ
âI donât want your fucking pity, Rafe!â you turned around to see him running toward you. His clothes clinging to his body. âJust go back there, and leave me alone for the night, alright?â
âIâm not leaving you!â he shouted back, his voice firm. You could hear the determination in his tone, and it both soothed and angered you. Why wouldnât he just let you go?
You reached the car, fumbling with the door handle, your fingers slipping as the rain poured down, obscuring your vision. You wanted to get inside, to hide from everythingâfrom Chiara, from your mistakes, from the shame that clung to you like a second skin.
Just as you finally got the door open, Rafe was there, blocking your way. He stood next to you, soaking wet but unbothered, his expression fierce and protective. âY/N, please,â he urged, his voice softer now, almost pleading. âCome on⊠Just⊠just talk to me.â
His presence was grounding, but you couldnât shake off the overwhelming tide of emotions surging through you. âWhatâs there to talk about?â you asked, your voice broke. âItâs all out there for everyone to see. I couldnât handle it back then and I⊠I canât handle it now. I canâtâŠâ you felt tears pooling at your eyes.
Rafe took a step closer, rain cascading down his face, but he didnât reach for you. Instead, he held his hands up, palms facing you. âDonât run away from this.â
âWatch me,â you shot back, glaring at him through tears. âYou canât fix this, Rafe, so just let me go.â
âI am not letting you go,â he insisted. âWhat she did was cruelâshe felt miserable seeing us together. You know better than this.â
âDo I?â you echoed, feeling your own resolve wavering as you locked eyes with him. âItâs easy for you to say. Youâre not the one with the history she just exposed. Youâre not the one whoâs been ridiculed for something that was leaked against your will!â
âNeither am I the one hiding in a corner, sulking because some jealous bitch decided to take a cheap shot,â Rafe countered, his frustration evident. âYouâre stronger than this, so stop acting like youâre not. Stand up for yourself!â
âStand up for myself?â You laughed, a hollow sound that echoed in the rain. âAnd how do you suggest I do that? By going back there and asking her to apologize? By acting like it doesnât hurt?â
âWhy give her the satisfaction of knowing sheâs getting to you?â
âBecause itâs easy!â you snapped, frustration boiling over. âItâs easier to run away and hide than it is to face the pain! Donât you get that? I thought I was done with all of this, and now Iâm just⊠Iâm back to square one. I thought you understood me better than that.â
âClearly, I donât,â he said, his tone cutting. âYou want to hide, and Iâm not going to let you hide from yourself. I care about you, Y/N...â
You felt your heart pound in your chest, caught between anger and a flicker of something deeper. âWhat you care about is saving face. You want the perfect girlfriend who can handle anything. But Iâm not that person, Rafe. Iâm a mess. I have issues, and Iâm tired of pretending Iâm not.â
He stepped closer, the tension between you thick and electric. âAnd Iâm not asking you to pretend. Iâm asking you to be real. To be honest about what youâre feeling. We can face this if youâd just let me help you instead of pushing me away.â
You hesitated, the rain drumming a steady rhythm around you as you stared at him. âMaybe I donât want your help. Maybe I donât need anyone to fix me.â
âThen why the hell are you running away from this?â he challenged, his voice rising again. âBecause itâs too hard? Because it makes you uncomfortable? Life is uncomfortable, Y/N! Thatâs the reality, and running away doesnât change that.â
âI just donât want to do this right now,â you shot back, the weariness of the night creeping in. âI didnât sign up for a therapy session. I wanted to have fun, to forget, and now it feels like Iâm being dragged back into all the crap.â
Rafeâs expression softened slightly, but his resolve remained. âAnd you canât forget by ignoring it. You have to face it, and Iâm not going to let you do it alone. If that means we argue, then so be it. But Iâm not walking away.â
You looked away, biting your lip to keep the frustration at bay. âMaybe you should. Maybe it would be easier for both of us.â
âEasier? For who?â he challenged but you couldnât answer him anymore.
You didnât have the strength to fight. You sighed. âCan you get me home or not?â
He ran his hands through his buzzcut and nodded. âYouâre not gonna say goodbye to everyone?â You shook your head, not wanting to get back in there and look at them staring at you. âAlright⊠get in the car, then.â
You climbed into the passenger seat, the cool leather sticking to your damp clothes. Rafe slipped in beside you, his jaw set, hands gripping the wheel. Neither of you said a word, the silence thick and uncomfortable, each of you lost in your own thoughts. You stared out the window, watching the raindrops race each other down the glass, trying to focus on anything other than the weight of the tension that hung between you.
Your heart was still pounding, the adrenaline from the confrontation lingering in your veins. You could feel the shame gnawing at you, the humiliation settling into a deep, aching hollow inside you. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Rafe shifting in his seat, glancing at you every so often, his mouth twitching as if he wanted to say something. But he kept quiet, his gaze fixed on the rain-soaked road ahead. His fingers tapped against the steering wheel, a small, nervous rhythm that betrayed the stillness in the car.
The silence was suffocating, heavy with words unsaid. You could feel the questions he wanted to ask, the concern he held back, but he didnât press. Part of you appreciated it, yet another part of you wished he would just break the silence, say something to shatter this unbearable quiet.
You stole a glance at him, his brow furrowed, jaw clenched. He was clearly wrestling with something, struggling between respecting your need for space and his own instinct to reach out. But his restraint made everything feel even more surreal, like the two of you were strangers again, pretending not to know each otherâs pain.
Eventually, you wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling the chill of your damp clothes seep into your skin.
When he pulled up in front of your apartment building, he kept the engine running, his hands still gripping the wheel tightly. He didnât make any move to get out or say goodbye. He just sat there, glancing out the window before looking back at you, his lips parting slightly as if he might finally say something.
With a quiet sigh, you pushed the door open, stepping out into the drizzle that had softened into a gentle mist. The cold bit into your skin, but you barely noticed. You closed the door behind you, barely looking back, willing yourself not to dwell on the weight of his stare as you turned toward the entrance of your buildingâbut you paused, feeling a pang of dread at the thought of stepping into your apartment alone. The quiet and emptiness that usually felt like a sanctuary now seemed suffocating. You hesitated, glancing back at the car where Rafe still sat, staring out into the rain.
Before you could second-guess yourself, you turned back and walked toward him, knocking gently on his window. He looked up, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty crossing his face as he rolled the window down. The awkwardness was palpable, hanging between you like a fragile thread.
âDo you⊠want to come up?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. âI justâI just donât feel like being alone right now.â You glanced away, feeling vulnerable, exposed. This wasnât easy to admit, especially not to him.
Rafe blinked, clearly caught off guard. He hesitated, the tension in his posture softening as he considered your request. âUh, yeah⊠sure,â he replied, though there was a touch of awkwardness in his voice, like he wasnât sure he was the right person for this. Still, he killed the engine and got out of the car, following you toward the entrance.
Inside the building, you moved wordlessly up the stairs together, the elevatorâs light out as usual. The quiet between you was no longer charged with unspoken tension but instead carried a strange, subdued calm. Each step felt heavier, and you could feel his presence just a few inches behind you, grounding you in a way that felt strangely comforting.
When you finally reached your door, you unlocked it and stepped inside, flicking on a dim light that bathed the space in a warm, muted glow. Rafe followed, taking in the familiar yet intimate details of your apartment as he shrugged off his jacket. He looked unsure, like he didnât quite know where to stand or what to say, so he hovered near the doorway.
You offered him a small, grateful smile and gestured toward the couch. âYou can sit, if you want. Iâll make some tea or something,â you mumbled, moving toward the kitchen before he could respond. The warmth of your apartment slowly started to chip away at the lingering chill from the rain outside, and you felt a hint of comfort beginning to settle in.
When you returned with two mugs, Rafe had taken a seat on the couch, his gaze still wandering around the room, perhaps more at ease now. He accepted the tea with a quiet âthanks,â and you sat beside him, the silence stretching out once more, but this time it didnât feel as heavy.Â
You can feel the heat radiating from his body, close enough that your knees almost touch, and every so often, your eyes meet and then dart away, a faint spark igniting each time.
Itâs you who finally breaks the voice, your voice soft. âIâm going to change. I can⊠One of my friendsâ left his clothes there, I can give them to you, if you want?â
Rafe looked up from his mug, his expression caught between surprise and a hesitant relief. âYeah, thatâd be⊠thatâd be great,â he replied, glancing down at his damp clothes, his shoulders relaxing slightly.
You rose from the couch, moving to your room to dig through the small pile of clothes left behind from friends. Finding an oversized hoodie and some sweatpants, you returned and handed them to him, offering a half-smile. âThey might be a little big, but better than wet clothes.â
He nodded, accepting them with a quiet âThanks,â and stepped into the bathroom to change. The moment he was out of sight, you took a deep breath, feeling the quiet around you settle into something both calm and unfamiliar, his presence somehow easing the edges of your earlier anxiety. You wrapped your arms around yourself, still shaken by everything that had happened, but also oddly comforted by knowing you werenât alone tonight.
When he emerged, dressed in the loose-fitting hoodie and sweats, he looked differentâmore relaxed, less guarded. He took a tentative step back into the living room, running a hand through his damp hair as he caught your eye, almost sheepish.
You managed a faint smile, gesturing to the couch again, and he sank down beside you. He set his mug on the table, his fingers fidgeting slightly before he leaned back, settling in.
âWell, I... Iâll just go change. Make yourself comfortable,â you said, your voice soft but inviting. Leaving Rafe in the living room, you headed to your bedroom, slipping into a comfortable black tank top and a pair of Hello Kitty pajama pantsâthe ones Nina, your agent, gifted you when youâd first arrived in the U.S. They were worn in with memories, each time you wore them a reminder of how far youâd come. You removed your makeup and pulled your hair into a ponytail, feeling lighter and more yourself.
When you reemerged, you noticed Rafe standing in the hallway, intently studying a small collection of photos you had on the wall. You approached him quietly, noticing that he was particularly focused on a picture of you from when you were nineteen, dressed in a deep green saree at a friendâs wedding in the States. You were surrounded by your group of friends, all of you smiling.
âYou looked beautiful,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as though speaking louder might disturb something precious in the moment.
âThank youâŠâ you murmured, feeling a soft warmth rise in your cheeks. You glanced back at the photo, remembering how special that day was. âI really like this one. Iâd just arrived here and didnât know many people yet. Then a few friends invited me to the wedding, and I felt... confident, you know? Like I could start fresh here. And wearing a saree again just felt like homeâthe color, everything... It was my first time going to a wedding here.â
âAnd how did it feel?â he asked, genuinely curious.
You let out a small laugh, recalling the night. âIt was just like back home, only better in some ways. No one really knew who I was, so I didnât have any aunties critiquing me. Though they did make sure I had enough food to last a week,â you chuckled, a smile playing at the corner of your lips. The memory was comforting, a reminder of the warmth that had welcomed you into this new life.
âThe color suits you,â he said, his eyes still lingering on the photo before meeting yours with a hint of a smile.
âYou sure youâre not only saying that because itâs your favorite coââ
Before you could finish your phrase, he closed the space between you, his hands finding your face as he pulled you into a rough, heated kiss. His lips crashed against yours with a passion that caught you completely off guard, leaving you breathless, swept up in the sudden intensity of his need.
When he finally pulled back, your pulse was racing, and you stared at him, dazed. âWhy⊠why did you kiss me?â you asked, your voice barely a whisper, still trying to catch your breath.
A slow smirk spread across his face as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. âI wanted to know what you tasted like⊠again,â he murmured, his voice thick with a teasing confidence that made your cheeks flush.
You swallowed, still feeling the lingering heat of his lips. âAnd what do I taste like?â
He studied your lips for a moment, then met your gaze with a dangerous glint. âCome il mio,â he said softly in Italian, his words like a promise before his mouth captured yours again, this time slower but just as consuming.
Without breaking the kiss, he guided you back into the living room, his hands firm as they slid around your waist, drawing you close. He lowered you onto the sofa, his lips moving from your mouth to trace a path down the curve of your neck, igniting your skin with each graze of his mouth. His hand slipped to the small of your back, pressing you deeper into the cushions as he continued kissing you, his breath warm against your skin, leaving you dizzy and yearning for more.
You moaned softly when he kissed and sucked the curve just below your collarbone. His lips pressed firmly against your skin, his mouth hot and possessive. The gentle graze of his teeth sent a jolt of desire through you, leaving you breathless and wanting for more. He lingered there, sucking and kissing with a fervor that made you ache for him, making you grind against him unconsciously.
âThatâs going to show, Cameron,â you tried to scold him, breathless, feeling both exposed and exhilarated as he moved lower, tracing the outline of your neck.
A wicked smile curled at the corners of his lips, his breath warm against your skin as he murmured, âGood. I want everyone to know.â The rasp of his voice, thick with desire, made your insides flutter as he leaned in closer, his mouth capturing the tender skin just below your ear.Â
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and hungry as they roamed over you. Your flushed skin, your red and pulped lips, and your hard nipples. He was admiring the evidence of his claim. The look in his gaze made your pulse quicken, both thrilling and intoxicating, as if he were savoring the sight of you beneath him.
âShit! You look perfect like this,â he murmured, his thumb brushing over one of the marks heâd left behind. The softness of his touch contrasted sharply with the heat pooling in your core, making you feel both cherished and utterly desired. âLike you belong to me.â
You sat up abruptly, a surge of confidence washing over you as you peeled off your top, revealing your bare breasts to the air without a hint of shame. Maybe it was the way his eyes roamed over you, filled with wonder and desire, as if you were the most beautiful sight he had ever encountered. Or perhaps it was the intoxicating buzz of alcohol still coursing through your veins, amplifying your boldness.
Either way, you didn't care.
âIâm the luckiest motherfucker on earth,â he muttered to himself, his voice low and awestruck, before sinking back onto the sofa, his lips finding your skin with fervor. His mouth was like fire against your breasts as he sucked and kissed, igniting a wild heat within you. You threaded your fingers through his closely cropped hair, tugging gently as you lost yourself in the pleasure of his touch. His tongue flicked against your nipple, sending delicious shivers coursing through your body, and you couldnât help but wonder how you had gone so long without him.
As his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, your breath hitched with anticipation. His hand glided up your thighs, tantalizingly close to where you needed him most. âRafeâŠâ you breathed, your voice trembling with longing. âPleaseâŠâ
âPlease what?â he challenged, his tone teasing but laced with desire. âTell me what you need, baby.â
âJust⊠touch me. I want you to touch me,â you moaned, your hips instinctively rolling against his hard cock-straining against the fabric of the sweatpants you gave him.
âTouch you where?â
His playful question sent a spark of frustration through you, and instead of answering verbally, you guided his hand, placing it firmly on your pussy. âHere. Touch me here. PleaseâŠâ
In an instant, your pajama pants were gone, discarded like the inhibitions that had held you back. He kissed his way down your stomach, trailing hot kisses over the fabric of your panties, before moving to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. A shiver ran down your spine, and you couldnât resist glancing down at him, but something tugged at your thoughts. You called out his name, your voice breathy.
âYes, baby?â he replied, looking up with hunger.
âTake it off.â You pointed at his shirt, and without hesitation, he stripped it off in one smooth motion, revealing his chiseled torso. He climbed over you, his body hovering just above yours, radiating warmth and strength. You couldnât help but reach out, exploring his bodyâhis hair, his lips, his broad chest, and the defined muscles of his abs.
With a sudden intensity, he kissed you again, their lips melding together as if they were made for one another. But after a moment that felt too short, he pulled away and descended between your legs once more.
Just the image of him between your legs could make you come.
âGod, I want to taste you,â he groaned, his fingers touching your clit through your panties. âTell me, pretty, do you want me to taste you?â
You nodded.
âWords, baby.â
âI do,â you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as you wrapped your legs around him. âI want you so fucking much, gosh!â
As the heat in the room swelled, just when you thought Rafe would finally remove your underwear, he suddenly stopped. His hands ran frantically through his hair as he began to pace around your living room, his agitation palpable. Confusion washed over you, your brow furrowing in concern as you sat up.
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. âRafe, please talk to me. Whatâs going on?â
âI canât do it,â he said, shaking his head, the anguish in his eyes cutting through the atmosphere like a knife. âI canât do thisââ
âDo what? What are you talking about?â Panic tightened your chest as you searched his face for answers.
âHave sex with you,â he finally admitted, his gaze finally locking onto yours. âI canât have sex with you, Y/N.â
The world around you faded, and a cold wave of vulnerability crashed over you, leaving you feeling exposed and raw. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you scrambled to grab your black top from the floor, pulling it over your head, a desperate attempt to cover not just your body but the aching hurt in your heart. âWha⊠why? Why canât you? We were doing so well⊠I thought it was good.â
Rafe stepped closer, his expression softening but shadowed with pain. He cupped your cheeks in his warm hands, but instead of comfort, it felt worsel. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, as if he were trying to transfer some of his strength to you. But then, he turned and walked toward the hallway to put on his shoes, and the ache in your chest grew.
You couldnât let him leave like this. Panic surged through you as you sprang to your feet, rushing to the door to block his path. âTell me why,â you insisted, your voice cracking as you wiped away the tears that had begun to fall.
âY/N, youâre drunkâŠâ
âSo are you! Youâre tipsy!â you threw your arms up in frustration. âWhy does that matter? I want you. You want meââ
âBecause I donât want you to regret it,â he said, his voice breaking as if the words were tearing him apart. He sighed deeply, the weight of his decision hanging heavy between you. âI donât want you to hate yourself when you wake up in the morning because you slept with me.â
âThatâs not going to happen, Rafe. Please donât leave. Stay here with meâwe donât have to do anything,â you pleaded, desperation dripping from your every word.Â
But his mind was made up. He leaned in, brushing his lips softly against yours one last time, a sweet farewell filled with unspoken emotions. As he asked you to step aside, you felt a piece of your heart crack. You moved reluctantly, watching as he walked toward the elevator, each step echoing in your mind like a countdown to the end.
Just before the doors closed, he turned back, his expression a mixture of regret and sorrow that mirrored your own. âI am sorry, sweetheart.â
And then he was gone.
Since then, you haven't heard from him in two weeks.
chapter six
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Just a friend || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary: based off season 4 ep 2 with the scene between Rafe x Hollis x Sofia
Warnings: nothing rlly
Word count: 1,308
A/n: I know I said I was on a break but just did my final exam for my law course for the year đ thank fuck! ALSO send thru any requests u have for the new season đ€đ€ writing a bunch to post for when i do come back fully đ
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The evening air was warm and humid, typical of a late summer night in the Outer Banks. The Kooks had gathered at one of the islandâs most luxurious estates for a party that oozed exclusivity. You were dressed in a new cheetah print set, the fabric of it hugging your body just right, making you feel confident as you walked through the crowd with your drink in hand.
Across the yard, you noticed him leaning casually against a table, his broad shoulders and clean-cut look commanding attention. But what caught your eye more was the woman standing next to him. She was older, probably in her late thirties or early forties, with a certain allure that radiated confidence.
Her blonde hair stopped below her ears, and she was smiling at Rafe in a way that made your stomach twist a little. You slowed your steps, eyes narrowing as you observed their conversation. Her hand rested on his arm, just for a moment too long. He was smiling at something she said, that charming smile that you knew all too well lighting up his face.
Jealousy began to bubble up inside you, and before you could stop yourself, you made your way over to them. The closer you got, the more clearly you could hear their conversation, though their words were lightânothing out of the ordinary. Still, the way she was looking at him didnât sit right with you. âHey, Rafe,â you interrupted, stepping between them, your tone casual but laced with something more.
You gave the woman a polite smile, but your focus was entirely on Rafe, waiting for him to introduce you. He glanced down at you, his eyes flickering with amusement before turning back to the woman. âOh, this is my friend, Y/n. Y/n this is Mrs. uh... Miss Robinson. Hollisâ Rafe said, barely sparing you a second glance as he introduced you with that casual tone, like your presence was nothing out of the ordinary.
Your friend. The word stung, and you fought to keep the irritation off your face, offering the woman a tight-lipped smile. She didnât seem to notice the tension in your posture, only giving you a polite nod before turning back to Rafe. âNice to meet you,â You say, being polite as you push down the feelings. "Pleasure is mine, Y/n," she said in a silky voice, her eyes still lingering on him.
âI hope we can stay in touch?â The woman says. âYeah, sureâ Rafe replied with a smile, his voice low and smooth. You stood there, feeling like an outsider as the two exchanged one last glance before she turned to leave, her heels clicking softly against the stone patio. Once she was gone, you turned to Rafe, eyebrows raised, not even trying to hide the edge in your voice.
âWho was that?â you asked, your finger tapping on the table as you looked up at him. Rafe took a sip of his drink, leaning back against the table with a relaxed smirk playing on his lips. âUh Hollis Robinson. Biggest realtor on the island,â he said nonchalantly. âAnd, you know, the biggest cougar too.â You blinked, letting that sink in.
âOh,â you said, your tone flat, but you couldnât ignore the prickling feeling of jealousy creeping up your spine. You knew Rafe was teasingâhe always didâbut something about the way sheâd looked at him, and the fact that he introduced you as just a friend, was digging under your skin. He noticed the shift in your expression immediately and that smirk only widened.
âWhat?â he asked, his voice dripping with amusement, âyou jealous?â You let out a soft scoff, rolling your eyes at him. âShould I be, friend?â you shot back, your voice mocking as you threw his words back at him. You crossed your arms tighter, trying to hide the heat rising in your chest. Rafe chuckled, that lazy grin of his not faltering for a second. âI meanâŠâ he started, glancing in the direction Hollis had gone, his tone teasing before he glances down at your body.
âDepends on what sheâs offering.â Your eyes widened slightly in disbelief, and you instinctively reached out to shove his chest, a playful but annoyed push. He barely budged, still grinning like he found the whole situation entertaining. âYouâre such an ass,â you muttered, rolling your eyes again, though this time a small smile tugged at your lips.
âIâm joking, babe, Iâm joking,â Rafe laughed, grabbing your wrist gently before you could turn away from him. âCome on, you know that.â You tried to maintain your annoyed expression, but when his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into him, the warmth of his body melting the last of your resistance, you let out a sigh.
âI hate you,â you mumbled against his chest, your voice muffled as you pressed your cheek to his shirt. He chuckled softly, resting his chin on top of your head as his arms held you close. âNo, you donât,â he said with that infuriating confidence, his voice soft but teasing as always. âYou just hate that I get under your skin.â
You couldnât argue with that. There was something about Rafe that always managed to push your buttons, and as much as you wanted to stay mad at him, moments like this made it impossible. His arms around you, his teasing words⊠It was almost like he knew exactly what you needed to hear.
You rolled your eyes one last time, but your voice was softer now. âYou really are the worst, you know that?â Rafe just laughed again, his arms tightening slightly around you. âYeah, but you love me anyway.â You didnât respond, but the way you let yourself relax against him said enough.
Rafeâs eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched you, and for a second, you thought about pushing him away again. But the warmth of his embrace and that stupid grin on his face kept you rooted where you stood. "Hollis Robinson, huh? a cougar?" you muttered, looking up at him.
Rafe shrugged, clearly unfazed. "Yep. Sheâs been around forever. Works her charm with all the guys." You look away, biting your lip lightly, "Well, did she?" You lock eyes with him as he furrows his eyebrows lightly. "Did what?" He questions with a hint of confusion in his tone.
You trail your hands up his chest, stopping at his neck, Rafe's eyes followed. "Y'know... Work her charm on you." Rafe smirked, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't turned on right now. "Dunno, guess so," He teased, his voice low and playful. You scoffed, shoving his chest harder this time, though he barely flinched.
"Jerk," you snapped, the annoyance now mixing with a hint of amusement you couldnât fully suppress. Rafe laughed, catching your wrist in his hand again, but this time he held on tighter, pulling you closer with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Relax, baby. She's like the same age as Rose and that's fucking weird."
The sincerity in his voice, however playful, made your frustration melt away just a little. His arms snaked around your waist once more, pulling you back into the warmth of his chest. "Iâm not that easy to replace," you muttered, still annoyed but leaning into him slightly. "No oneâs saying you are," Rafe chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"Now, come on, admit itâyou hate it when I mess with you, but you love me." You let out a sigh, a small smile creeping back onto your face despite your best efforts. "Youâre impossible," you mumbled against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. He squeezed you a little tighter, his breath warm against your hair. "Yeah, but you wouldnât want me any other way."
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hiii! this is my first request on tumblr but i jus love alastor sm and there is NOT enough fics for me out there. so im asking uâ€ïž
what abt alastor being jealous of someone else in the hotel? for example: angel dust, he puts on music and you two are dancing with eachother happily not noticing the red eyed demon with a tight grin. đ„°
Hii! Honestly after writing this I realized I didn't follow the prompt exactly, less jealousy and more Alastor being overprotective. Oh well! Hope you like it anyway :D!
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Your fingers dragged down the skin around your eyes as you let out a long sight, sitting at Huskâs bar with shoulders propped on the cold counter. What a day it had been, running around in the typical chaos of the hotel as Charlie tried to get some group bonding activities finished. It was getting late, and you just finally had a moment of peace.
ââEy, toots!â The chipper voice broke your peace and you couldnât help it when another audible sigh escaped you. The culprit of the broken science paid no mind.
Turning your head, you narrowed your eyes and made eye contact with the lanky pink spider. You were a little salty at him in particular, being one of the main catalysts to the everyday insanity. He had an easy grin played upon his lips as he stared back down at you with his multicolored eyes, one pair of arms on his hips that jutted out a little too unnaturally in a mischievous pose. His golden tooth glinted under his light grin with a similar air of âhey Iâm up to no good right now.â
âYou look fuckinâ tired!â He barked a laugh, dramatically squeezing his eyes shut in a theatrical show of laughing in your face. It really wasnât that funny, and you couldnât stop the frown that touched your lips as you watched him. He took pride in being the way he was. Annoying.
âNo thanks to you, Angel,â You clipped back. You turned your head to watch Husk, who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. He had become an expert in ignoring the spider demonâs presence, which was how he managed to stay sane with said demonâs constant flirting and sexual nature.
âAnyway,â He waves away your targeted words with a wave of his hands as his eyes roll up. âI was thinkinâ we get outta here for the night? Me and Cherri were gonna have a âgirlâs night.ââ You briefly thought about the humor in Angel admitting to being âone of the girls,â but pushed the thought away to consider his invitation. âIt wouldnât hurt ta get some fresh air. This place is real stuffy sometimes, and a huge snooze fest,â he persuaded. He rested his face on one pair of hands, fingers laced under his chin, as he leaned against the bartop in anticipation for your answer.
You purse your lips in thought. It wouldnât hurt, right? You didnât go out clubbing a lot, and with Angel and Cherri with you surely nothing wrong would happen. They looked out for their friends, and you would (maybe regretfully) consider yourself Angelâs friend. You glanced at Husk for a moment, as if looking for advice, but his eyes remained close and his lips had an annoyed curl. Maybe you should get out of his hair.
âOkay, okay,â You grinned, a little sheepishly. While you couldnât really consider âfresh airâ to be a feature of Hell, you agreed that you needed to just Get Out of this place. Running errands for Charlie got mundane, even with all the strange characters that cycled through the place. One tends to get used to the chaos.
Angel stretched his arms up in a cheer, which earned a one-eyed, aggravated look from Husk. He uttered something under his breath before grabbing a bottle and walking to the other corner.
âAlright, sweet lips,â Angel cooed at you. âLet's get you dressed! You got anything decent up in your closet?â
Your hand found its way to the back of your neck as you answered sheepishly, âEh, not really⊠At least, not for a night out. I donât really do much outside of the Hotel.â Angel frowned at the response, tapping his chin in thought.
âLemme take a look,â With a swipe of his arm, your hand was suddenly being held as he dragged you up the steps toward the floor of your room.
Walking down at the same time, you briskly passed by Alastor, who had his eyes closed and a hum in his mouth. His blazing red eyes peered open as you and Angel rushed past him, a quizzical furrow in his brow seeing the connection between your hands. You shot him a shy grin and craned your head back to shout a quick âIâll explain in a minute,â before you disappeared around the bend of the stairs.
You didnât miss the dark gleam in his eyes.
Angel, in an attempt to dramatically burst through your door, slammed full body into the entrance. âAh- the hell?â He cried, roughly jiggling the handle.
âI keep it locked,â you snickered at him and the disheveled look in his usually preened hair. You saw him take his hands to brush it out as you fiddled with the lock, an annoyed mutter of words escaping his lips. The second the door clicked, Angel shoved past you and reattempted his dramatic burst through the entrance with a bit more luck this time around.
He went straight for your closer, rummaging through this and that. What a breach of privacy, this guy is, you thought with a strained smile as you stepped up next to him to try to guide him through your very Ordinary and Plain clothes.
You felt a prickling sensation on your skin, and you swear you heard a frequency of low static, but when you whipped your head around nothing stood there. Did that shadow just move?
Shaking your head, you looked at the piece Angel held proudly in his hands, one pair of arms gripping the top and the second pair pulling the bottom out to really get a full inspection.
It was incredibly simple, but still a bit more revealing than anything you were used to wearing. A deep red top, so cropped it may as well be a sporty bra, with a couple eye-catching accents of rhinestones. Connected with thin straps was a similarly tight pair of booty shorts. Your face flushed at the thought of wearing this. It was practically lingerie.
âIsnât it a bit, uh, tacky?â You tried in an attempt to dissuade him from this getup. He acted offended, one hand going and pressing against his fluffed chest. You didnât miss the way he took this as an opportunity and pressed up against himself to perk up his mass of chest fur.
âBabe, I wear shit like this all the time! You tellinâ me,â He started a rant, shaking the clothes in a fit of mock rage. âYou tellinâ me Iâm tacky? Hah! Me! Angel Dust!â He wiped away a fake tear in his laughter.
Your face flushed again looking at the getup. With a defeated mutter you swiped it from his hands and trekked painfully slowly to the restroom. You ignored Angelâs urgency for you to âhurry the hell upâ because it was almost time to get going.
You slowly stripped yourself of your day clothes, gingerly stepping through the tight shorts and tucking your arms through the straps of the top. You didnât even remember buying this thing, it had been stuffed far in the back of your closet. You couldnât help the feeling of dread thinking about the other embarrassing things Angel might have seen in there. Though, you doubt anything could phase that guy.
You had to admit, looking at your reflection, that it did accentuate your curves, even if you didnât have much to begin with. The rhinestone accents glittered in the bathroom light, obviously designed in a way to bring attention to the chest. The straps that connect the two pieces fit snugly against your exposed torso. You were suddenly glad Hell never got that cold.
âAlmost ready!â You snapped at Angel calling from the other side of the door. You quickly threw on some touches of makeup, trying your best to compliment the shades of your outfit and adding some glittery makeup around your eyes. You quickly dragged your fingers through your hair to style it comfortably.
You ripped open your door just as fists started banging on it. Angel stood there with two arms raised, stopped midair to keep himself from decking you in the head. You glared up at him, trying to maintain your earlier sourness to hide the fact that the outfit had grown on you.
âHey, sexy lady!â Angel teasingly leaned himself against the doorframe with a smirk. âLetâs fuckinâ go! You took too damn long! Cherri hates waitinâ.â
Grabbing your hand again, he ushered you out of the room. As you raced down the stairs, you tried to continuously preen your hair to keep it from flying out of shape as Angel practically drug you down each step.
He slowed at the bottom, releasing your hand, and stepping towards Huskâs bar to aggravate and flirt with the cat one last time before heading out. You tuned out his sexual innuendoes as you tried to glance over yourself one last time.
âMy, what a dame you are!â Alastorâs recognizably radio-afflicted voice ripped your attention away from picking at a loose rhinestone. He stood over you, a slight bend in his waist and an unnatural crane in his neck. His smile was there, but tight and uneasily wide as he examined you through squinted eyes. He leaned his weight against his cane.
Swallowing your unease, you examined his expression. You knew Alastor didnât care for such⊠promiscuous outfits. Especially on what he considered his. You knew his compliment was satirical, and you didnât miss that glint of anger flash through his expression.
âHeyy, Al,â You drew out your words, unintentionally accentuating the awkward tone between the two of you. He paid no mind, keeping up that seemingly cheerful grin of his as he just⊠stared at you. His fingers tapped impatiently on the radio of his cane, each tap bringing a warp to the frequency that always surrounded him. âIâm going out with Angel tonight. Yâknow⊠to get some airâŠâ
âMy dear,â His eyes closed in a laugh and he straightened himself out. âWhy would you ever go out there for fresh air? Now, you know those demons would just eat you right up.â A dark sneer infected his smile, lips curling and exposing the line of his black gums.
ââEy câmon, Smiles,â Angel stepped up next to you and lazily threw an arm over your shoulder. You saw that sneer only deepen as Alastor watched the spider get way too close to you. âGive âer a break! Sheâs always runninâ around doinâ shit for this bum-ass hotel! It makes her⊠boring!âÂ
You didnât know whether or not to appreciate Angel both defending and insulting you. You decided to just ignore his comments as you watched Alastorâs expression get darker and more sinister. You felt a cold sweat prickle at your neck as that static-y frequency of his became more prominent and aggressive as his eyes swept over the two of you, lingering on your exposed abdomen with a frustrated twitch in his brow.
âWhy, of course!â He suddenly cheered, brandishing his hands to his side in a slight bow. âButâŠâ He stepped towards you, looming over you. You felt that nervous tickle again. His right hand raised and, with a quick motion, a fairly modest jacket materialized around your shoulders. âAll better! Wouldnât want greedy eyes seeing whatâs mine!â
How bold, you thought. He was from the â30s, though, and very old fashioned. It made sense that immodest wear bothered him. Plus, you looked down at the jacket. It had a similar color scheme, and was light enough to not be too warm. At least it goes with my outfit. How sweet.
You felt a bit giddy at the permission Alastor had given youânot that you needed it. (You did). Youâre a grown ass adult. (It doesnât matter). You shot him a smile of thanks before dashing out the door, meeting Cherri who had been frequently laying on the car horn for you to Hurry the Fuck Up.
Before Angel Dust could follow, a tight grip on one of his wrists stopped him in his tracks. He hissed, yanking his arm but to no avail. Alastorâs grab was like iron, and his nails began to dig into Angelâs skin.
âHey you fuck, let me go! I gotta get out there before Cherri starts blowinâ this shit up!â
Alastor pulled Angel in closer, a sneer-like grin crossing his expression. There was a maddening look in his glowing red eyes.
âIf she comes home with even the smallest scrape,â He said in a low tone, the garble of his radio slightly distorting his voice. âIâm going to make you wish you never came to this Hazbin Hotel.â
Alastorâs grip didnât yield as Angel tried again in a futile attempt to release himself. He had a nervous laugh in his voice as he tried to act unintimidated by the Radio Demonâs threat.
âYeah, yeah, whatever, you creepy red fuck,â He gruffed back, âMe anâ Cherri will stick right by her. You donât gotta worry about nothinâ.â Alastorâs expression shifted in an instant, his cheerful grin reappearing. He stood up straight and smiled down at Angel. âGood man! Now, donât be too long,â He shooed Angel out of the lobby, who was more than glad to get the fuck out of there. He heard a faint âIâll be watchingâ from behind as he slammed the car door shut, muttering curses under his breath.
He knew Alastor would send that damn shadow of his to keep a close eye, so why the fuck did Angel have to babysit you in the first place? Plus, you werenât some weak, naive fool. Whatever. He knew Alastor would take any excuse to cause some entertaining mayhem.
He sighed as he looked at you, who had a nervous but excited grin as Cherri rambled and cursed about something.
Maybe he shouldnât have invited you out. He knew he was in for a long, stressful night. Good thing there would be a bar.
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Safe House
Pairing: Red Hood x Reader
A/N: I love the idea of being afraid of Red Hood, but at the same time sharing only one brain cell with him lol ENJOY :) comment, reblog, and like if u can <3
check out pt. 2 here!
Summary: The Red Hood took you back to his safe house, as a hostage? a witness? Doesnât matter when you canât help but snoop around the vigilanteâs safe house.
Tags: unhinged Jason, annoying that muscular man would be my love language, chaotic duo, banter, another part if u all want one??
Word Count: 706
If someone told you that you would spend your evening sweeping the floor of Red Hoodâs safe house, you would not be expecting to be ten dollars richer, but you stood there, diligently sweeping the entire box of loose-leaf tea that you accidentally dropped while snooping around.
Dark tea was scattered across the old, but clean floorboards. You grimaced at the thought of tiny tea leaves permanently stuck in the crevices of the wooden floor.
You figured that when you are a leading crime lord, you constantly deal with too many unknown bodily fluids and pick up a few award-winning cleaning habits.
Whatâs worse is that you clumsily dirtied that leading crime lordâs current home.
âIâm so dead.â You stared wide eyed at the mess you created.
After sweeping together a neat pile, you went back to the small storage closet you found to grab the dustpan. It paid off to snoop because you found Red Hoodâs broom and hopefully could clean everything before he came back.
All his supplies were neatly arranged with a proper place for all of his cleaning products. Broom and mop hung on the wall, shelves organized by the type of disinfectant, towels and rags neatly folded.
It was scarily neat.
âMaybe I can offer a lifelong employment as a maid?â You somberly laughed to yourself, almost in a craze that you were on the verge of panicking and laughing hysterically.
As you murmured to yourself, you spotted some sprinkles of tea that escaped you.
âI just donât want a bullet hole between my eyes.â You sighed.
You located the dustpan hanging where you grabbed the broom earlier, intentionally avoiding eye contact with the gun mounted to the edge of the shelf with the disinfectant sprays.
âIâm so screwed.â You told yourself.
âYeah you are.â A voice boomed behind you.
You threw the dustpan in your hand at the direction of the voice, in your frightened state you didnât even bother aiming and the plastic dustpan flew past Red Hoodâs side.
You stepped back into the closet as you panicked, hearing numerous bottles fall behind you. One by one crashing into another as a final bottle rolled to your shoe.
Your face scrunched at the clear mess you couldnât see but heard.
âRed! Hey, oh wow, youâre back. I missed you, really, I stayed just like you saidââ
âI said to stay over there.â He lazily nodded in the direction of a lonely wooden chair in the corner facing the wall.
âAre you kidding me? I look like Iâm a toddler in time out if I sit over there.â You were in disbelief.
âYou are.â He looked at the mess you made behind you and the small pieces of tea still spread out on the floor.
A modulated sigh voiced out his helmet.
You were so dead.
âMove.â Red nudged you aside, making his way to the doorway of the storage closet. âHow did you make such a mess?â
You saw him bend down, picking up bottles and reorganizing the messy shelves. You curiously looked over his shoulder when you noticed he stopped, he reached for something out of your view.
You froze, remembering the mounted gun.
Your heart started to race as your eyes nervously glanced his way. Then, like you were in slow motion, you watched Red slowly stand up, towering over you as you could only watch the back of his shoulders straighten.
He turned, so slowly you wanted to scream.
âDonât shoot me!â You yelled, covering your hands over your head in a lame attempt to somehow protect yourself from a bullet.
âYou idiot, Iâm giving you a dust brush!â Red held out the brush in his hand, no weapon in sight.
âOh.â You moved your hands back down.
âNow sweep up the shit you spilled. You threw the dustpan earlier so find it.â Red spoke in annoyance.
âDammit.â You sighed.
âDo I need to remind you that this is your mess?â
âFine, fine. Donât get your helmet in a twist.â You grabbed the dust brush, trying not to give the Red Hood one last side eye. You failed. âStupid tin can.â
âI donât hear you cleaning!â Jason yelled over his shoulder.
âAlright, alright. Iâm going.â
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Can u pls do jjk men fic w a chubby reader where the boys like her but they think he wouldnât go for her cuz sheâs a lil extra thicc.
(Maybe other jealous ppl tell her that too n make her insecure) and then the boys find out and confess n stuff (and spice too maybe) :3
JJK Men: Youâre Beautiful!
Summary: JJK Men react to someone making you feel insecure about your body.
Characters: Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna (Roommate AU), Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Chubby!AFAB!Reader
Warnings: making out, public smexy stuff, dry humping feeling up, body worship, language, fatphobia, body shaming, weight insecurities, WordÂ
Count: 9K
A/N: Sorry for the lack of content! I wanted to finish this fic, and I have two others that are almost done, but your girl kept passing out in the middle of editing this! I hope you enjoy it!!
Choso Kamo:Â
âSnacks?â
âCheck.â
âWater?â
âCheck!â
âPicnic blanket?â
There was a pause on the other line of the phone. âShit!â Choso yelled as you watched him turn back towards his house. âI knew I was forgetting something.â You bit down on your lip, kicking your feet as he turned his pretty eyes on you. The second your eyes made contact, you felt your cheeks flush as he smiled softly.
You felt your cheeks flush under his gaze as he turned and went back inside his apartment. You fell harder for your best friend when he smiled at you like that. The man you sat next to in art class who was quiet and kept to himself. Sitting there despite your friend's pleas for you not to had been the best decision of your entire life. Choso was amazing! He was sweet and talented, and he had a huge heart.Â
He loved his brothers and took amazing care of them, and God, he was so sweet. Plus, he was like the hottest guy youâd ever seen. God, you had it down for him, but you didn't dare tell him how you feltânot yet.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â Choso said as he walked to his car.
âN-Nothing!â
âThere is because you haven't shown me your outfit.âÂ
You perked up, grinning as you propped the phone on your vanity, standing far enough to show Choso your outfit. âI'm wearing a crop top and shorts!â you grinned, twirling around, showing off your thick, curvy body that you loved. What do you think?â When you glanced at the phone, you nearly tripped as you saw Choso smiling dreamily at you, his chin resting on his steering wheel as he stared.
âYou look cute.â He said in an almost hushed tone that had your heart racing. âAlright, Iâm on my way. Iâll be there soon.â
âSounds good. Please be safe while driving over here.â
âI always am.â
The second line disconnected, and you shoved your face into the corner and kicked your feet. He was so cute, and he said you were adorable! This was the best day ever, and he hadnât even picked you up yet. Your eagerness had you rushing out of your room into the living room, where you found your roommate sitting. She was watching television, and as soon as she heard your entrance, she glanced up, eyes wide as she did a double takeover of your outfit.Â
You looked smoking hot. Your boobs were perfectly fitted in the tight crop top. At the same time, the curve of your ass would have men howling at it like those old-timey cartoons. Your hair was styled perfectly, and your light makeup was done. You were a stunning sight. But it wasnât just your beauty that had your roommate seething with jealousy. It was your confidence and your giddy attitude over the fact that Choso Kamo was taking you out.
âWhere are you off to?â
âOh, Choso is taking me to the park! Theyâre having a movie night there, so we got tons of snacks, and weâre just going to watch a movie and talk under the stars.â The dreamily lovey-dovey look in your eyes made you already jealous of your roommate.Â
âYou're going out like that?âÂ
Her words had you stopping in your tracks as you glanced down at yourself. âYeahâ? Why do I have a hole in my pants or something?â You glance back at your pants.
âNo, it's justâyouâre going to be wearing a crop top in public with Choso?âÂ
âI always wear crop tops.âÂ
Your roommate could see the hesitation in your eyes at her words. âYeah, but thatâs normally when weâre with our other friends. You know friends who are thick like you. Youâll be sitting on a blanket next to Choso, who looks like an artisan carved him out of marble.â You swallowed, poking at your cute tummy. âI just wouldn't want you to be embarrassed; you are a little extra thick.â She stood up, carrying her past you and moving towards the kitchen. âYou arenât trying to impress him by wearing something like that, right?â
You had been trying to impress him. You picked out your cutest and the shorts that looked great on you. This was the outfit you always wore when you needed a confidence boost.
âOhâyou were trying to impress him, werenât you?â You swallowed hard at your suddenly dry throat. âOh honey, youâre too thick for him. Could you imagine being on top of him?â She shook her head as she threw her bowl in the sink. âIf you want to impress him, maybe pick up on my workout regiment?âÂ
Her words left you feeling stunned as you scoffed. âThat was fucking rude.â You snapped, eyebrows throwing together as you glared. âChoso said my outfit looked cute. And you might be insecure with your body, but I love mine.â Your roommate rolled her eyes as she grabbed her keys off the counter, heading for the door.Â
âCute as in a sisterly way, probably.âÂ
As the door to your shared department behind her, you resisted the urge to throw her motherâs face at the door. Ever since you and Choso had grown closer together, your roommate, who was a friendly acquaintance, had turned into a mythic bitch. She was constantly jabbing you about your weight and what you wore. It might be time for you to start looking for a new roommate or somewhere else to live. She had just to be jealous, which shouldnât affect you.
But it did.
As you glanced at the mirror, you suddenly felt overly exposed. She was right; Choso had a nice build, and you were curvy and thick. Those toxic, cruel words had you reaching into the closet, slipping on a hoodie over your shorts before you headed downstairs to wait for Choso to arrive.
The second he pulled up in front of your dorm, the passenger-side window rolled down. âHey cutie, ready foââ Choso frowned eyeing the hoodie as you got in the front seat. âUhm, what happened to the crop top and shorts?â He prodded as he pulled onto the main road, heading for the park.
âUhmâI got cold.â
âItâs eighty degrees.â
âYeah? So?â
Choso sighed, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he focused on the road. âYou know I hate it when you lie to me.â That stung like a lash from a whip.Â
âIâm not lying.â You sighed out, tilting your head back.
âHa, you honestly think Iâm buying that? I know you. And I know when youâre cold because youâre normally on top of me, trying to steal my body heat. So you arenât cold.â It was almost annoying that he knew you so well. But at the same time, you were thankful that he did. Slowly turning your head, you could see him glancing at you every few seconds while he maintained a vigilant gaze on the road. âSo, are you going to come up with another shitty lie? Or are you gonna tell me why youâre wearing a hoodie over the outfit you were so excited to show me.âÂ
You groaned, scrubbing your hands down your face before turning in your seat. âHas anyone told you that itâs annoying how observant you are?â The remark only had your crush smiling. âFine, fine, uhmââ you rubbed your neck, âmy roommate made some pretty nasty comments, so I wasnât feeling as confident in it.âÂ
Anger tagged at the features of Chosoâs face. âWhat?!â He snapped, turning his gaze back on you.Â
âYeah, itâs pretty shocking, to say the least. She said lots of stuff. Mostly along the lines that I was too thick to be wearing what I was.â Those words rang in your ears. âShe asked if I was trying to impress you, and when I said I was, she said I was too thick for you. And I snapped back, telling her you said my outfit was cute.â The blinker clicked several times. It chose to pull off the main road and down a dark alley. âAnd then she said that it was most likely in a brotherly way. Which I knew it was bullshit because weâre friends and you were just hyping me up.â
âNo, " the car stopped completely. Youâre both wrong.â
When you turned your attention back on Choso, he unbuckled his seatbelt. âI-I was wrong?â you squeaked as he learned over the console. His thick, long fingers grabbed both sides of your face.Â
âYeah, I meant it in an I have the biggest fucking crush on you, and I want to kiss the hell out of you kind of way.âÂ
You breathed heavily as he brushed his nose against yours, closing the distance between you. âW-What a coincidence, I have the biggest crush on you too.â He hummed stray dark strands of hair, tickling your cheek. âA-And I would love to kiss you.â You were suddenly yanked forward, Chosoâs lips on yours as he kissed you like you had never been kissed before.Â
You melted, and the sweet taste of mint flooded your mouth as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip. With a soft moan, you opened your mouth for him, shaking as his hands reached around you, grabbing the back of your head, forcing your lips harder against his as he deepened the kiss. His tongue moved feverishly against yours as he pulled you tight against his chest.Â
âM-mm!â You moaned, digging your fingers into his shirt, reciprocating the want that he had shown you.
Choso broke the kiss, first panting heavily as he glared at your hoodie as if it had insulted one of his brothers. âTake this off; I wanna see your body.â He growled, grabbing the fabric shielding you from his gaze, tugging it over your head, and throwing it somewhere in the backseat. âOooh fuck.â He whispered, hands gliding over your shoulder, saying he took in an eye full of your beauty. âYouâre so pretty.â His eyes slowly met yours as he yanked you over the console.Â
âW-Wait!â You yelped out, your roommate's words hitting you at a terrible time. âHold on!â
âMy windows are tinted. Itâs fine.â
âThatâs not it! I donât want to crush you.âÂ
âHoney,â you squeaked out another gasp as Choso bull-yanked you over the console of the car, flopping you down on his lap. âYou arenât going to crush me. Fuck.â He groaned as he laid the seat back. âFuccck, youâre so pretty.â He whispered, running his hands over your beautiful curves, fingers gently caressing the stretch marks on your sides. âYou have no idea how much I wanted this. To have you in my arms, kissing you, worshiping your beautiful body.âÂ
You moaned, shaking slightly as you pressed his face and your breasts, kissing and nipping out your cleavage. âF-Fuckââ Shivers ran down your spine, and goosebumps littered your arms; your best friend continued to run his hands up and down your body, taking you in like this was the first time he saw you.
âYouâre a masterpiece.â His hands grow up your ass, squeezing it. âI canât believe I can finally admire your beauty up close and personal and not from afar anymore.â Choso ran his tongue over your breasts while his hands moved your hips, encouraging you to rock against him.
âC-Choso~ g-god me too; Iâve wanted you for so long.âÂ
âThen have me.â
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Your hips automatically began rocking against the hardening bulge in his jeans, drawing out soft moans from the both of you. Each roll of your jean-clad shorts against him was like electricity, like fireworks going off at a summer festival. It was exciting and new, and each move was more exciting than the first, as you were both bound by rhythm, and that was perfect in no time. Chosoâs fingers dug into your hips as your lips found his neck, nipping and sucking at his sensitive skin, growing out the prettiest sounds from him.Â
This felt like a dream, a dream that you had had many times. But the smell of spice and pine let you know that this was not a dream. It was reality, and it was a reality where your best friend was moaning underneath, you bucking his hips up against your core as you relentlessly ground down on him.
âNngh~ fuck, that feels so good.âÂ
âC-Cho, fuck youâre so hard.â
He laughed, and it was smooth and rich, like dark chocolate. âIâm always hard around you.â He admitted, his hands leaving your hips, slowly slipping under your shirt to grope and tease your breasts. âI like you so much. I liked you before you even sat next to me in class, f-fuck!â Choso cried out, throwing his head back as you sucked on his skin, leaving marks everyone would be able to see.
âYeah~?â
âFuck y-yeah, haaah,â you watched an ecstasy as his eyes rolled back into his. âI-I was working u-up the courage to talk t-to nngh!â A loud moan broke through his words as you rolled your hips in a circle over his hard cock. âOooh, holy fuckâitâs hard to talk when youâre doing that.âÂ
âOoh, Iâm sorry, honey.â You werenât sorry in the slightest. âYou can continue.â
Choso sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth. âI-I was working up the courage to talk to you, but you beat me.â He spat out before his voice broke as you rolled your hips faster against that hard bulge in his. âFuckâc-confessions later, itâs hard to be serious when Iâm trying not to cum in my pants.â Knowing that you already had them on the edge only encouraged your momentum.
âOoh~ what stopping you from doing that?
âHeh, I donât want to make a mess inside of my pants like a teenager again.â You rocked harder against him. âFuck, but you seem determined.â
âOh, you donât have to worry about messing up your pants; you could mess up my mouth instead.âÂ
The confidence, the tone of your voice, and the friction were Chosoâs downfall.
You felt him twitching his pants before bucking up relentlessly against you. And in that moment, you had never been more thankful than inseams and jeans. That perfect scene rubbed right against you in quite the ideal way, drawing shattering cries from you as you forward onto Chosoâs chest and coming inside your panties, right along with him. The waves of pleasure left you twitching as your heart thundered in your ears.
After a few minutes of lying in the afterglow, you pulled away to look down at the man underneath you. He looked as dazed as you felt. His cheeks were flushed a pretty shade of pink, and his fingers ran lazily up and down your back. Choso looked like every dream heâd ever dreamt had just come true. It was a blissful expression, one that you fairly certainly mirrored.
âI shouldâve told you a long time ago, I felt. And Iâm sorry my confession came out under such shitty circumstances.â Choso whispered as he sat slightly, peppering your shoulders with kisses.
âI couldâve easily confessed to you, too; I was just nervous.â
âWe both were.â He corrected, wrapping his arms around you. âBut I want you to know I meant every word I said. I think youâre the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen and my best friend.â
You take your bottom lip between teeth and smile shyly down at him. âYouâre my best friend to Cho, and thank you for liking me for me.â He hummed, slapping your ass and drawing out a squeak from you.
âI wouldnât have you any other way. And as much as I would love to keep you on my lap, I think we need to make a pit stop at my apartment before we go to the park. I need to change my pants.â
âOor~ we could have a movie night in your bedroom? With no clothes on. Because believe it or not, leaving naked underneath, you would be a lot more cuter than this outfit when you agree.âÂ
Choso turned red, not saying a word at first before his hands massaged your ass. âGet this sweet succulent in the passenger seat right now. Weâre going back to my place.â And you were right; your crop top looked much better on his floor next to his clothes.
Ryomen Sukuna:
Gojo always found an excuse to go party at his luxurious house. His excuse this week was to celebrate his new puppy. It was an excuse everyone would gladly use to spend an evening dancing, drinking, and smoking. You and your roommate Sukuna were two of those people.
âDid You seriously bring a fucking gift for the dog?â your crimson-eye roommates snapped as he opened the door to Gojoâs house for you.
âFor starters, her name is Kiki, and secondly, yes, I did.â you turn to look up at your towering roommate. His face tattoo is even visible in the low lights on the porch. âYou drop the beer. I brought the gift. Thatâs what makes us a great team.â
Sukuna looked away; annoyance etched into his eyes. âYeah, yeah, teammates.â he smacked your ass with the six-pack he was carrying, pushing you through the threshold. âGo on, teammate, get that ass of yours inside.â you barked out inside the crowded house and searched for your mutual friends. âOi, Iâm going to drop this off in the kitchen, okay?â
âOkay!â you yelled over the blaring music before venturing into the living room.
You spotted Satoru on the couch with a husky puppy sitting on his lap. Bright blue eyes met you as you approached. âStop!â Gojo nudged a smoking Suguru, who choked on his hit. âWho the fuck is this sexy bitch?â Kiki barked almost in agreement as you grinned, handing the tug-of-war toy to Kiki, who sniffed it hesitantly before chewing on it approvingly. âSeriously, you look so hot. Did you get all dolled up for your asshole roommate?â
âNo, I just felt like dressing up a little.â Dressing in a short red and black plaid skirt and a tight red T-shirt with something you rarely did. You werenât exactly thin. Your butt was too big, your thighs pressed together when you walked, and your tummy was soft. You loved your body, all the dimples and stretch marks that came along with your curvy figure, but mostly showed off around the apartment wearing a tank top and dolphin shorts. You often wear leggings and an oversized jacket when you are out and about, but tonight was different.
Sukuna had been the one encouraging you to dress up, telling you to live a little and wear what you wanted. Initially, You hesitated, but you decided that maybe he was right. Life was too short to suffer inside of a hoodie!
âYou look hot.â Geto chimed in, taking another hit from a blunt. âYou should dress like that more often; I can feel the confidence radiating off you.â
âThat's what I keep telling her.â
You smiled as your roommate came up behind you, draping his arm over your shoulders. âMaybe now youâll believe me.â
âI donât know, Sukuna; you should see how some of these guys look at her.â Gojo shifted Kiki to his other arm. âYou might be going home alone tonight.â
âShut the fuck up, Gojo.â
âIâm just speaking the truth!â Satoru shrugged the shoulder, pushing himself up. âBetter act before someone else does.â Your roommate growled to ignore. âNow, if you excuse me, I have to take Kiki outside for potty training.
Before your friend could even step away, Shoko and Utahime hurriedly stepped in front of him. âGojo, some delivery person is here with a three-tier cake, and he wonât bring it in until you sign for it.â A three-tier cake for a dog party?
Gojo looked between Shoko and his pretty husky. âFuck, okay, let me put Kiki ouââ You stepped in, holding your arms out.
âI can take her out for you. I know how important potty training is for puppies.â
âReally, oh my God, thank you.â He pressed to kiss on top of Kikiâs head before handing her over to you. âBe good for your auntie. Iâll be back!âÂ
âHey, do you need me to come with you?â Sukuna asked as he nursed a beer.
âNo, weâre all good!â Kiki probably turned you, licking your chin as you carried her to the backyard, replacing her down on the grass. âGood girl Kiki go potty, sweetie.â you praised her, the grass following her further out into the yard. âYouâre such a pretty girlââ
âDid you see Sukunaâs roommate?â a voice called out from the back porch, and the door opened and closed.
âWho didnât?â a man chimed in with a laugh. âYou could spot that girl out in a heartbeat.â
âNo shit! Sheâs a sore thumb compared to Sukuna! I honestly feel bad for him.â
Your stomach soured as you stayed out of sight of their cruel words. âSeriously, she should think before she dresses like that and when sheâs around Sukuna on top of it! I wouldâve been so embarrassed being seen with her in that skirt.âÂ
Their choir of laughter had you sinking onto the grass. You thought your outfit looked good. Gojo, Geto, and Sukuna thought so, too, but maybe they were just being nice because they were your friends. These assholes had a point. Your roommate was so handsome, and you werenât feeling the prettiest.
As Kiki sniffed the grass mindlessly before the door opened again. The assholes on the porch suddenly grew as you followed their gaze to Sukuna, who was looking around. They said nothing as he huffed out and sighed in annoyance.
âHave you guys seen my roommate?â
âNoâIâm sure we would remember if we saw âher.ââ one of the girls snickered, making you sink further onto the ground. Was this the part where your roommate joined in with their teasing? Making comments about your outfit? Being honest about what he thought.
You shut your eyes tight as you braced yourself for the truth. âWhat the fuck do you mean by that? Why are you laughing?â you perked up to look at a very pissed-off Sukuna.
âWell, letâs be honest, man, with her thighs, she shouldnât beââ
The last words didnât even get a chance to leave his mouth as Sukuna grabbed the asshole by the front of his shirt. â I would think very carefully before the next words leave your fucking mouth.â you watched your roommate slam this dick against the wall of the porch. âThatâs my girl youâre talking about.â his girl? Your cheeks flushed as you watched color leave the man's face.
âI-Iâm sorry, man, I didnât know!â
âYeah? Well, now you do. Get the fuck out of my sight before I decide youâre not worthy of being in the same vicinity as me.âÂ
The instant the assholes left, running inside with their tails between their legs, you picked yourself up off the grass, shuffling forward. Sukunaâs head lifted as he listened to your footsteps, turning his head and listening to you approaching him from behind. He scoffed, turning on his heel, leaning over the railing, and glancing at you.
âIâm going to take a while, guess, and say you heard everything those fuckers said.â
âYep.âÂ
âYou know theyâre full of shit, right?â You hummed, putting your hands behind your back because you stood below him, looking up at the porch. âIâm serious; theyâre nothing but jealous pieces of shit. Youâre beautiful.â
âAnd I'm also apparently your girl, too.âÂ
Shock didnât cross his features; his fingers curled in slightly as he kept his transfixed on you. âYeah, I want you to be my girl. I'm tired of being this teammate to you. And I honestly donât know how clear I can be about how I feel about you.â Now that he was being so blatant with his words, you were finally starting to see what he was talking about.
All the late-night cuddle sessions, the lingering touches on your hips when he passed you, how he looked at you sometimes. Your roommate had been flirting with you this whole time, and you hadnât realized it until he called you his girl. It was almost embarrassing to be so blind to his advances, but there was a time to be embarrassed about that later. Right now, you wanted to focus on the words he had just said.
âWhy?âÂ
Sukuna shows no signs of confusion or fear. His face remains blank, like an empty canvas. âWhy what?â
âWhy would you even want me to be your girl? I mean, look at me.â
âI am.âÂ
You flushed as you bore into his eyes. âOkay, and you see me, right? You heard that asshole say, I shouldnât be wearing skirts; I stick out like a sore thumb compared to you. People, apparently, think Iâm not good enough.â A shadow flashed across your face as your roommate leaked over the edge of the porch, landing on the grass in front of you.
âIve wanted you from the second you walked into our apartment.â Sukuna grabs both your wrists, gently holding them in his hands. âIm so fucking attracted to you. You have the perfect fucking body. I want you. I would not be able to keep my hands off of you if you even gave me a chance to touch you.â
âK-Kunaââ You gasped as his arms sneaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. âI-Iâ are you sure?â
Instead of responding to your question, Sukuna leaned forward, pressing his lips against the drawers in a kiss that could stop time itself. The lingering taste of alcohol made your head spin as he backed you up against the pool house, pressing you firmly against it, one hand gripping the side of your face while the other slammed against the door.
His lips moved feverishly against yours, and your wall slowly began to come down around him. You found yourself no longer hesitating as you remembered his words and how passionately he had spoken of you. Your hands, which had limply stayed by your side, lifted up, and your fingers ran through his hair. You pulled him more tightly against your chest. And it was an action that your roommate absolutely loved.
Feeling you getting into the kiss into the passion that he had felt for you for so long, made Sukuna snarl as he gripped your hips, lifting you up as he searched for the handle to the door of the poolnhouse. He was going to take you in there and take his time to show you just exactly how much you meant to him. And how much he wanted you.
But finding the handle turned out to be a lot more difficult when his lips were on yours. âWhere the fuck is the stupid handle?â Sukuna growled out, pulling away from your lips for a second before slamming them back against you, stepping back an inch in search of the handle from a different angle.Â
âI think itâs the left.â You out in between breaths of air before your lips connected with him again. But as your roommate searched for the handle, he found himself drifting along the side of the house, which had been a mistake.
It was a mistake on both of your parts. When Sukuna went to put his hand down on the wall, he came into contact with nothing. He had unknowingly reached the edge of the pool house and found himself tumbling forward with you wrapped in his arms. You let out a scream of shock as water engulfed you, and you both fell into Gojoâs pool. But this slight hiccup didnât stop youânotin the slightest.
The instant you broke through the surface of the water, both of you blindly searched for each other. When you felt his body heat, you threw your arms around your roommate's neck, holding him close as you wrapped your legs around his waist. This allowed him to freely carry you towards the back of the pool, where he slammed you against the cool pebble tech wall.Â
âSorry about your outfit,â Sukuna growled as he pulled back just enough to allow him to pull your shirt up and throw it over your head on the patio.
Â
âDoes it look like I give a fuck about my outfit right now?â You asked, grabbing a hold of his shirt, tugging it up and over your head, tossing it into the water, allowing it to float somewhere off in the pool.
âNo, I honestly donât think you give a fuck about it.â
âThen why are we still talking about it?âÂ
Sukuna smirked, licking his lips slowly. âAlright, I hear yaâ I guess Iâll go ahead and let my lips do the talking.â
While you both made out in the back of the pool, Gojo stepped outside, looking around for you as he picked Kiki up off the ground. âHey~? You good? Please tell me you didnât fall in my pool and drowned.â He was starting to step forward when the unstable sound of splashing water, followed by a string of moans, stopped him in his tracks.
Kiki yelped happily as Gojo snickered, heading into the pool house, grabbing a couple of fresh towels, and setting them on the pool deck near the steps. âWell~ it looks like he took my advice and finally stepped up and took some action,â Gojo told his pretty dog as he headed back into the house, dimming the lights around the pool, making your steamy session just a bit more romantic.
Nanami Kento:
âSo itâs a date?â Shoko asked, watching you Finish applying some very light makeup to your face.
âIt is not a date. Nanami Just happened to have an extra ticket to my favorite musical. Weâre friends, and thereâs nothing more than that.â
âOh, he just happened to have an extra ticket to your favorite musical. But heâs also taking you to a fancy restaurant beforehand?â
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âItâs one of his favorite restaurants, and he wanted to take me there.â
Shoko blew smoke from the window to your balcony, shaking her head. âBoy, I bet youâre in for the surprise of a lifetime tonight.â You shot your best friend an annoyed glance in the mirror.
âWeâre just friendsââ Even though you wanted to be more than friends with the handsome, sweet, caring blonde you had fallen head over heels for. âso drop it.â
âNah, I donât think I will.â Shoko put her cigarette out in the ashtray you had for her. âI cannot let you go on your date likeâthis.â She grimaced, eyeing your dress suit that skillfully hid your curves and thick thighs from the world.
You pouted, smoothing out the long skirt that went past your knees. âWhatâs wrong with it?âÂ
âWhat isn't wrong with it? You look like a mother at her daughter's wedding. Or an elderly college professor. Or you look like youâre about to go in for a job interview, trying to make yourself look more professional than you are.âÂ
Each very accurate comparison felt like a stab to your back. âDamn! Tell me how you feel. Sho, fuck.â She opened her mouth, and you quickly raised your hand, silencing her. âWait, no, please don't,â Shoko smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. âWell, what do you suggest I do?â Shoko, head to your closet, opening the door wide.
âThe red one.âÂ
Nanami arrived at your door right on time. He took a deep breath, adjusting his burgundy tie, before knocking on the door. Tonight was the night he was going to confess how he felt, how he wanted to be more than friends. His nerves were strong as iron as he focused on the door. There was nothing in the world that would stop him.
Your door opened, and Nanami swore he felt like you had personally punched him in the gut. You looked stunning. The tight red fabric clung to your waist showing over your unique curves; his eyes trailed lower, and god, the dress's sides were slit open, allowing him to get a peek at your succulent thick thighs. You had never dressed like this around him before; by god, you were like a masterpiece right off a canvas.
âKento, are you okay?â His eyes glued on you and you alone, leaving you slightly flushed.Â
Your best friend shook his head, blinking before his gaze met you. âOh, uhm, yes, yes, I am.â He did another quick glance over you. âIâm sorry, I just, Iâve neverââ His eyes were glued on the slit in the dress. His expression was almost unreadable, making you feel like shrinking in on yourself.Â
This was the first time youâd ever worn anything this revealing around him. Usually, you wore loose-fitting clothes, so wearing a form-fitting gown was different. Something that had rendered him speechless. Which could be a good thing or a bad thing. That was something you didnât care to find out about.
âDifferent,â you answered for him instead, gripping your clutch as you stepped out. âSo, uhm, should we get going?â
âOf course.âÂ
That initial interaction had set the tone for your entire evening. The drive to the delicious restaurant was quiet with stolen glances. Ones solely focused on your hips and your thighs. You had hoped maybe things would settle down once you sat down to eat at the restaurant. But things only seem to progress into something more. Nanamiâs eyes seemed to linger on other patrons at the restaurant who passed you by.
Maybe wearing this dress was a mistake. You felt exposed to your best friend in the entire world and anyone that passed by. You tried to focus on what Shoko had told you to envision when she pulled the dress from the back of your closet.Â
âYouâre a badass sexy bitch, own it!â
Yeah, owning it wasn't something youâd ever been comfortable doing. You had been a little thicker than others the entirety of your life. Dealing with that, being called names has taught you how to conceal yourself. If you wore all black and hid your supposed flaws behind layers of clothes, you would worry about anyone staring at you, which is exactly what everyone was doing.
Having people glance you over made your stomach sour as you tried to enjoy your food. You wanted to play it cool and make it look like nothing was wrong, but your attempts didn't go unnoticed. Nanami could see how you shifted; a visible unease etched into your pretty features.
That unease had you hugging yourself as you walked to the theater. You had hardly said a word to each other, and the tension felt thick. While you felt uncomfortable showing off so much, Nanami was beginning to think maybe you weren't having a good time. That's the last thing he wanted, so as you climbed the stairs heading toward your seats, Nanami stopped, tasting at your back.Â
Noticing he was no longer behind you, you stopped turning to look back at him. âKento? Everything okay?â You tilted your head to the side, watching him look you up and down.
âNo, l.â he quickly closed the small distance between you, gently grabbing your wrist and walking you to an empty part of the theater where no one was. âEverything isn't okay.â You opened your mouth to ask why he felt that way, but he beat you to it. âI'm sorry if asking you on this date has made things uncomfortable or weird for you.â
Date?Â
Wait, Shoko was right?! This really was a date?! Electricity shot went down your spine as your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. No words came to you as Nanami sighed shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked away.
âIâm sorry; I don't want you to feel as though you have to do this to appease me. We can see the show as friends and act like this nevââ
âNo!â You yelled out, grabbing his hand and holding it. âNo! I want this to be a date! I-I thought we wereâgoing as friends.â
Nanamiâs face relaxed as he looked down at your hand gripping his. âI guess I wasn't as clear with my intentions as I thought.â Honey-brown eyes trailed over your exposed skin. âBut may I ask you a question?â You nodded. âWhatâs made you so distant tonight.â
âOh, I just haven'tâI don't normally dress like this.â you motioned down to the silk dress, hugging your curves in all the right places. âAnd, Iâugh, it's silly.â
âIt's not silly if itâs coming from you; please tell me, talk to me.âÂ
âWell, you seemed stunned by my outfit. And you've been quiet all evening, staring at other people. So I thought maybe you were a bit embarrassed. I know Iâm not the thinnest girl out there.â
In the blink of an eye, Nanami had you pushed against the nearest wall, out of sight from anyone who may pass you by. Both his large hands slammed against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in. You gasped, looking up to find a burning desire in his eyes that you had never seen before.
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âEmbarrassed? You seriously thought I was embarrassed?â His hand slowly trailed down your curves. âDarling,â he learned next to your mouth, the smell of wine and chocolate from dinner lingering on his breath. âI find you stunning. I'm more embarrassed by myself for letting my mind wander when it comes to how good you look in this dress. Do you know how hard it was to stop myself from gouging out the eyes of every man eye-fucking you at the restaurant?âÂ
You began panting as his hand trailed lower, teasing the exposed skin that peeked out from the slit in the dress. âT-Thatâs why you were glaring n-nngh.â Nanami hooked his hand under your thigh, lifting it to actress your sensitive skin more freely.
âYes, I couldn't stand the way they were undressing you right in front of me.â The warmth of his fingers sent shivers throughout your body. âBut Iâm afraid to admit Iâm not better than them.âÂ
âOh, and why is that?âÂ
âBecause I have wanted to do nothing more than kiss you since you opened your door this evening. Your curves, dress fit, and everything about you are stunning, no matter what you wear. But seeing you all dolled up for the first time had left me longing for you in primal ways.âÂ
You hooked your foot around the back of his thigh, watching his warm eyes grow wide as you grabbed his face, smashing your lips against his in a searing kiss. Nanami moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he dug his fingers into the fat of your thigh, squeezing and massaging it. The tender, careless feel of his lips against yours had you whining into his mouth as his tongue caressed your bottom lip.Â
The kiss was searing, full of desire, as Kento found himself shamelessly rocking his hips against you, trying to close the thin layers of clothes between you. Each kiss, each careless set your skin ablaze with need, as the taste of chocolate and white wine felt like fermenting into an aphrodisiac. With each kiss, you fell deeper and deeper into the passion, leaving you feeling drunk.
Nanami broke the kiss, pulling back far enough that a string of saliva connected your lips. âT-That was unexpected.â He admitted, fingers trailing further up your leg.
âBut was it good?â
âIt was the best kiss Iâve ever shared with someone. So yes, it was unexpected but good.â The way Nanamiâs hands roamed over you left you feeling overly sensitive as you gripped his upper arms. âYou're so beautiful. God, I wish I could take you home and truly worship every inch of your body.âÂ
âWell, the show only lasts two hours.â
âWhich is going to feel like a millennium when you're sitting next to me looking like some kind of goddess.â
âGoddess?â You mischievously grinned, running your hand slowly down his chest. âI like the sound of that.â
Nanami grinned, squeezing your thigh before leaning next to your ear. âAfter this show, can I take you back to my apartment and show my devotion to you? Worship your body as if it were your temple?â You moaned, melting like butter against his chest.
âYes, god, I would love that.â
âGood, Iâll be sure to worship you thoroughly.âÂ
Gojo Satoru:
Gojo had a problem with your butt, and that problem was that he was obsessed with it. Every time you reached for something, your best friend made it a point to grab a handful of your big ole booty and squeeze it, which didn't bother you. If anything, you were flattered that this six-three muscular man likes your ass.Â
Because Gojo was gorgeous, with tufts of pristine white hair, cerulean eyes that reminded you of the blues oceans, and lashes you would kill for, having someone like him rubbing your ass was a cnficmsence booster. You adored him and knew deep down inside that adoration for him would never grow into something else because you were just friends, nothing more.
Because you were a curvy queen, and Gojo was a gym rat. It didn't matter if that butt squeezes and long hugs often left you fantasizing about a more romantic relationship with him. You could dream and fantasize about that as long as you wanted, but that reality probably would never come to be.Â
But that wouldn't stop you from secretly praying and hoping for that reality to be manifested.Â
Most of your girlfriends supported you both; they tried to get you to ask him out, while his friends felt the same way as yours. All of your friends could see you both getting together. But not everybody was as kind.Â
âHello, dearie!â You shifted the brown grocery bags in your arms as you turned to look at your elderly neighbor and her grandson getting on the elevator with you.
âHi, how are you?â You smiled sweetly as the elevator began moving up to the fourth floor.
âOh, we're doing great! Whereâs that boyfriend of yours? The tall, handsome one.â
Hearing her call Gojo, your boyfriend, left you feeling butterflies as you shifted the bags again. âOh, Toru? Heâs at the gym, and weâre justââ Her grandson scoffed, shaking his head as he rolled his eyesÂ
âThey're not dating grandma.â
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âOh, sure they are!â She grinned, tilting her head to look up at her rude grandson. âWhat even makes you say they aren't?â
âHeâs fit and handsome, and she's got a fat ass and a gut.âÂ
You winced at the sting of his words as the elevator stopped on your floor. âTakashi!â Your neighbor snapped at the older man, rolling his eyes. âThat was rude! She's a beautiful young woman, apologizes.âÂ
âLook, Iâm sorry.â He shrugged as the three of you stepped off of the elevator. âI just know you ain't my type. I don't like,â he gestured over to you, âthis.â
âYeah, I know what you mean, Iâm not into assholes myself.â You grinned sourly at the man before storming towards your apartment.
âTakashi!â
You ignored the pleading from your neighbor and the apologies she shouted. None of that shit mattered, not to you. You loved yourself and your body, and someday, you would find somebody who loved you for you. They would show up someday.Â
While you did your absolute best not to let the comments from the jerk bother you, your heart still aches as you put away your groceries. You hated men like him. Men who found it necessary to point out a womanâs flaws, to put them down.Â
It soured your mood, making you pout as you grumbled and shoved things in cabinets. You were fuming so much you barely heard the knock on your front or when the door unlocked courtesy of the spare key you had made. You didnât realize anyone was there until hands grabbed your hips while loading the fridge. Fear rose in your throat as you began to scream, only to have a hand clasp over your mouth, silencing you.Â
âEasy, sweetheart! Itâs just me.â The smooth, almost sultry voice had you relaxing as Gojo chuckled warmly behind you, his hand pulling away from your mouth. âYou listening to music or something?â He questioned, dropping his chin on your shoulder to examine your ears, finding no earbuds.
âNo.â You bluntly stated before pulling away from your best friend and shutting the door.
âOof, someoneâs angry.â The warmth of your best friend followed you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you as tight as he could. âAngry that you hadnât seen me in a while~?âÂ
Your anger faded as the smell of clean linen and musk invaded your senses. You found yourself melting into his touch, tilting your head back to ring him, staring down at you with big sparkly eyes that glimmered with amusement. No matter your mood, Satoru always seemed to make you feel better
âIâm fineâit was just a crappy day.â
Gojo hummed, pressing his lips together as he swayed with you. âIâm sorry, Sweetie; what made it so bad?â You hesitated before groaning, knowing if you were to tell him the truth, it most likely would end with him doing something irrational. But you also hated lying to your best friend.
âIt was just a lot of running around, going to the store.â You sighed. âPlus, I just havenât been feeling good.â
In the flash of an eye, you were whipped around and turned to face Satoru, whose hand reached up to feel your forehead. âAre you okay?â He asked softly, continuing to think if you had a fever. âYou arenât dizzy? Feeling sick, are you?â Your cheeks burned, losing yourself in the concerned look in his eyes.Â
âN-No, not like that, not like that at all.âÂ
Gojo pulled his hand away, dropping it to his side. âOkay, then, whatâs wrong?â he asked, watching you carefully. That careful gaze had you frowning as you sighed.
âI feel a bit bad about myself.â When your best friend copped an eyebrow at you as if you were speaking another language, you sighed, smacking his arm playfully. âDonât look at me like that.â
âIâm sorry, but Iâm having a hard time understanding why you feel bad about yourself.â
This time, you looked at him as if he was speaking some alien language. The man was cut out of a magazine. he was over six-feet tall had the most beautiful eyes, and he was handsome. There was no denying your best friend was good-looking. So, it only made sense that he wouldnât understand how some people have insecurities about themselves.Â
Gesture vaguely towards his body, moving your hand up and down as you focus on the mirror behind him. The last thing you wanted to make contact with him at the moment. Because he might not be secure about himself, he can read you like a damn book.Â
âYou wouldnât understand what itâs like. Youâre molded out of clay and given life by the gods themselves.â you moved your hand, gesturing to yourself. âIâm just curvy beyond all means. Unfortunately, not a lot of people are into that kind of thing. They donât like a girl thatâs bigger than them.â
Silence grew between you both as you tried to focus your attention on the mirror. Seeing him in such a state was shocking, but it was even more surprising to have him grab both your arms, squeezing them reassuringly.
Your mouth felt dry, and the room seemed to close in around itself as Gojo bent down closer to your height. In this situation, you weren't able to look away; Satoru made sure of that. You were stuck right where you stood, having to stare into the eyes of your best friend.Â
âWho said that?â he asked, in a tone that could freeze hell over.Â
âW-What?â
âI asked who said that load of bullshit to you so I can kick their ass.â
You flushed, shaking your head, not wanting him to beat up your neighbor's grandson, but the idea of it had you pressing your thighs together. Seeing your hesitant reaction left Gojo with a twisting sensation in his stomach. He knew something had been wrong when he wrapped his arms around you. Normally, you were touchy-feely, wanting to climb him like a tree, but today, you had been hesitant and standoffish, something he didn't like seeing you deal with.Â
âItâs not that big of a deal.â
âYes, it is.â
âToruâit isn't thatââ
He gave you a firm shake. âIt is a big deal! Especially when somebody hurts you.â With a heavy sigh, you reached up gently, placing your hand on the upper arm.Â
âUgh, my neighbor thought we were dating, and I tried to tell her we werenât, but her grandson beat me to it saying we arenât dating. Because you're handsome, and I have a fat ass and a gut.â
âThatââ
âI know its crazââ
âMotherfucker!â Gojo dropped his hands off your arms and growled, storming around the kitchen. You were too stunned to speak, just watching him closely as he grumbled and kept looking at the door that led out of your apartment, âI should kick his ass! I really should! That dick!âÂ
You blinked several times, watching as the white-haired man fumed. âW-Wait, you're angry about him saying that about me?â That got Gojo to stop as he turned to gawk at you. âWhat?! I'm just shocked you'd care about that; I thought youâd be more embarrassed over the face his grandma assumed we were dating.â Your genuine shock and concern made Gojo grip the counter as he shook his head.
âThe only person that doesn't think we're dating is you. Because God, I don't know how much more obvious I can be with you over the fact that I want to date you.â
âY-You wanna date me?â You repeated back to him in stunned shock. âS-Since when?!â
âSince forever!â Gojo laughed out loud, shaking his head as he cock his brow at you. âI'm always over here, hugging you, telling you how much you mean to me. But every time I try to make a move, you toss me in the friend zone.
The words from your neighbor's grandson invaded your ears as Satoru stepped closer to you. âB-But I'm curvy, I have a gut!â
âAnd I love your curves and your tummy.â You stood still, allowing Gojo to cup your cheek gently. âEverything about you is perfect in my eyes. I wouldn't change a damn thing about you. Except for moving you away from that piece of shit.â
Your heart began to race at his confession, leaving you inching closer towards him. âY-You're being serious right now. Are you not messing with me?â Gojo rolled his eyes so hard you could hear them roll into the back of his head.
âSweetheart, I've been serious about you for years. You just were too blind to see that.âÂ
For all these years, you'd always thought that Satoru was just overly affectionate with you. Knowing there was a legitimate reason for him constantly caressing you and talking sweetly to you, all of your insecurities faded as you felt his eyes roaming over your skin. You could tell he was serious. He wanted you.
âMaybe you could be a bit more direct with me then.â
âOh? You want me to be more direct?âÂ
Gojo wanted you to nod your head before he lifted you up and off the ground, placing you on the counter before kissing you deeply. Your eyes went wide at the sudden kiss, but you slowly found yourself melting into it, your hand gripping his tank top. You kissed him back with as much passion. Seeing that sort of expression, feeling your hands on him, only fueled the need in him.Â
Gojo growled as he grabbed your thighs, kneading them with a groan as he seeped the kiss. âYouâre so pretty, so damn pretty.â He whispered against your swollen lips. âAll these other boys are stupid.â You moaned happily as he trailed his hand up further, sliding them. âWhich Iâm so thankful for.â He trailed kisses along your jaw with a sigh. âGod, I really wanna beat his ass for making the prettiest girl in my world feel like that,â he pulled back, glancing back at the door. âI really should go beat his ass.âÂ
âI have a better ideaâ you grabbed his chin forcing him to look into your eyes this time. âHow about you put your lips back on mine, and you kiss me and make up for lost time since I was so blind.â
Gojo grinned, picking you off the counter and carrying you to the couch, where he dropped you. He took a chance to look at all your beautiful curves. âGod, you are so right.â He crawled on top of you, relishing in the way you whined and shivered. âWe have lots of time to make up for, so you better clear your schedule because you are all mine until weâre both knocked out.âÂ
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hi m!!! what do you think about bf!pete getting his wisdom teeth out? and the reader taking care of him?? hed be so funny lmao xxD
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pairing: bf!peter parker x reader w/c: 750 a/n: hi anon!! thnk u for requesting i had sm fun writing this! :)
youâre sat at the dentist's office, cooped up in those uncomfortable chairs while you anxiously waited for your boyfriendâs surgery to finish. Â
when peter ranted and moaned nonstop over his constant toothache, may decided enough was enough, and took it upon herself to set an appointment for her nephew. he wasnât too keen on the idea. peter wasnât afraid of anything ninety-nine percent of the time. dentists, however, wasnât one of them.Â
âcanât you stay here with me?âÂ
âstay? baby, no theyâre gonna be drilling in your teeth.â
âbut i-â
âand itâs gonna be bloody and nasty and i donât wanna have to see all that.â
you turn towards him, only to come face to face with the boyâs horrified look, his eyes are wide and skin pale, mouth open in shock. you cringe at your response.
âbut,â you stand, âyouâre gonna do amazing, youâre gonna sit here and let the dentist do his magic.â you smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.
ây/n/n, wait but-â you drop his hand on the way out, âbye, love you baby! be good!â
ây/n!â
two hours later swing by when a woman in navy scrubs comes to get you, announcing that peter is out of surgery.Â
you knew that he would be high out of his mind on laughing gas, you just didnât think it would be this bad.Â
when you enter, the dentist is off to the side, looking over charts, packing a care bag for his patient.
peterâs head lulls towards your touch on his shoulder and slowly blinks at your presence.Â
âhi baby, how you feeling?â you give him a beaming smile.
your boyfriend does his best to muster the same grin, but the amount of gauze in his mouth makes his rosy cheeks puff out, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.
peter takes a moment to stare at you, âwoaahhâ he languidly slurs his words, âyouâre so pretty.âÂ
you giggle at the comment when the boy gasps in horror, âwait, wait, i have a girlfriend, and sheâs-â he looks up at you worriedly and slaps his forehead, âiâm in trouble.â
you canât help but let out a laugh, heâs so dopey.Â
your fingers touch the bottom of his chin gently and lift his head, âiâm your girlfriend, silly.âÂ
a loud gasp escapes peter as his face turns ecstatic, âget out!â you giggle at his reaction, the dentist glances over at you two and offers an admiring smile.
âso do we have sex?â
the awkward silence in the room kills you.Â
your face blushes, as you shake your head and clear your throat, âpeter, no.â
âno?!â he sighs in disappointment, âaw man.â your boyfriend pouts at the floor, âwhat have i been doing with my life.â
âoh my god, pete,â when the dentist turns away, you whisper and offer him a shrug, âsometimes we do.â
the delight on his face returns and his eyes go wide, âreally?!â
the boy seriously has no filter.
as youâre packing his things, peter pauses and pokes his cheeks, âwait y/n,â he pauses, âmy face kinda feels weird.â
you look around and hand him a mirror from the counter, âoh my godâŠâ peter gingerly touches his face as you kneel down at him, âwhatâs wrong, baby?â
âmy face⊠itâs so fat!â heâs got tears in his eyes and whining with a jutted bottom lip, ây/n,â sniffle. âwill-â sniffle. âwill you still love me if my face is so fat?âÂ
you roll your eyes and smile at his antics, âof course, i would.â
he seems pleased with your answer because heâs back to smiling. you go back to packing his things. âhey, mr dentist,â he woozily slurs, the gauze is practically spilling out his mouth, âdâyou know iâm spider-man?â
you mentally facepalm at his obliviousness and mutter, âjesus christ.â
you turn to the older man whoâs chuckling at his mental state and shrug, âhe also thinks heâs luke skywalker from star wars.â
âbut i am!-â âokay bug boy, lets go.â
âwhere we going?â
âhome, sweetie.â
he gasps eagerly and raises his eyebrows at you, âto have sex?â
âoh my god.â
soon after the dentist explains and hands you everything he needs to recover, you guide peter to the car.Â
heâs extremely dramatic.Â
heâs got his hands around your shoulders, dragging himself on the floor, acting like he canât walk - which he definitely can.
âpeter, i know you can walk. câmon help me out,â you beg.
âno, i canât" he moans, "carry me,â he demands.
âwhat? no,â
âwhy not?â
âbecause youâre too heavy.â
and heâs crying all over again, âi knew it! you hate me 'cause you think my face is too fat!â
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Paring: frat!rafe x sorority!reader
Warnings: language, vague mention fighting, protective!possesive!rafe, creep, being followed
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You were walking home from college. Your original plan? Go to the store, buy some food for tonight. Then head back to the sorority. Simple take to end the afternoon? Yeah, you thought so.
Walking in the sun, headphones around your neck. You walked down the street, after going to the store you held your grocery bag. Your school bag perched on your one shoulder, as you walked.
You could hear someone walking behind you for the past ten minutes. Since the grocery store. You just thought it was another student, usually it was. You glanced over your shoulder. A normal thing youâd do, to see if you knew them. Usually if you knew them, youâd walk along side them.
But this guy⊠he was off⊠wearing a hoodie in the middle of may. The sun beaming, yet his hood remained over his head. He walked almost as if he was hiding. But every so often heâd glance up to you.
You took another corner, going the slightly longer way to the sorority. You and the girls did this to see if someone was following you. Because the route youâre currently on to the sorority. Wasnât a way many students would take to get back to their places.
The guy was following you, oh shitâŠ
You didnât wanna make a big fuss, knowing if you ran. Heâd run. If you speed walked, he would. So you stayed as casual as possible.
You texted Rafe.
Y/n: hey Rafey! U home rn??
Rafe: ye Iâm at the frat rn u comin over later?? Wanna see ur pretty face :)
Y/n: ye im coming over! Love u, see u later!
Rafe: love u too sweet girl see u later ;)
You knew one of Rafeâs rules you both made. Feel unsafe? Go. To. The. Frat. House.
He made sure you knew that rule. Even if he wasnât at the frat when or if you felt unsafe. He knew the guys would look after you till heâd get back. The guys were like brothers to you.
So when you heard the guys steps quicken, you knew you had to get to the frat.
Once you arrived, you walked up to the porch. Knocking a little too franticly. Rafe opened the door. Just in his basketball shorts and socks. You smiled a little nervously âheyyy RafeâŠâ Rafe noticed it. He knew you all too well for him to not see through your nerves. He asked âwhatâs wrong, baby?â You subtly pointed to behind you. You whispered âis he still there?â
He? Who is he? What the fuck did she mean by he? Rafeâs protective mode was in play.
He placed a hand on your hip, âwho?â He looked over the top of your head. The height difference coming into play. He saw the guy. Smugly leaning against a street light. Hands in his pockets, despite it being the beginning of summer.
Rafeâs jaw tensed, he looked down to you âhe followinâ you or somethinâ, sweetheart?â You nodded âcouldnât shake him⊠itâs making me panicâŠI think itâs my shorts? You think thatâs the re-â Rafeâs rage started to creep in. He cut you off âbaby, donât overthink it, heâs a creep⊠your outfit shouldnât make him follow you, okay?â He kisses your forehead. âJust let me deal with it, ok?â
Rafe tilted back a little, tilting his head, turning it to the side. He called out âhey guys?!â
Topper jogged down the stairs. He was originally going to grab a snack. But walked over when he heard Rafe. âWhatâs up?â Topper asked.
Rafe replied âtake Y/n inside, gotta deal with a assholeâŠâ
Topper nodded, he opened his arm out to you. Rafe gently pushed you inside, letting you be tucked under Topperâs arm. Topper guided you into the kitchen. He helped you put your food away. Both of you knowing Rafe wonât let you out of his sight for the rest of the day and the next.
As you went inside, Rafe walked over to the guy. He called out âhey! Whatâs your problem, man?â The guy replied âwhat problem?â Rafe scoffed âuhh how about the following my girl problem??â The guy smugly replied âI donât see no problem.â
Rafe laughed coldly âoh yeah? You think in your creep of a mind, that itâs okay to follow girls around, huh? What sick fuck are you, hm?â The guy scoffed âI ainât no sick fuck, not my problem she wore that, she had it coming for her⊠she begged to be followed.â That was the last straw for Rafe. How the fuck says that?? Did the guy have a death wish?? That was all it took for Rafe to swing his first. And definitely not last punch.
You went over to the couch, grabbing your book from your tote bag. You laid on your stomach, on the couch. Opening your book, continuing where you left off last time.
Soon enough, the front door opened. Rafe waltz into the living room. His stern and angered expression softens at the sight. You, in his place (technically his). Lying on the couch, reading your book.
He walked over, climbing on top. His chest to your back. Rafe rested his head next to yours. Your temples squished together. Rafeâs hand comes to play with a few strands of your hair from the front. He whispered âyou know, I hate readingâŠâ you interrupted unintentionally âyes I know thatâŠâ he chuckled âyeah⊠what I was saying⊠I hate reading, but when I watch you? It makes me feel at home, ya know? Just like when we were kidsâŠâ you chuckles softly. âYou enjoyed when I read it to you, didnât you?â He nodded. âI did⊠still do⊠but donât tell anyone..â you smiled âpinky swear, I wonâtâŠâ
After some time, you had fell asleep. Your forehead in the book, keeping it open. Rafe had returned from his room, after having a zoom meeting with the football team.
He smiled, he walked over. Grabbing the bookmark from the arm of the couch. He gently slipped the book from under your head. Putting the bookmark in, then putting the book into your bag again.
He gently picked you up, with ease. Your head turning into the crook of his neck. He whispered âssshh⊠just gonna take you to bed, mâkay?â You subconsciously nodded.
He took you upstairs and down the hallway, to his room. He gently placed you on his bed. Then closing the door, he gently took your shoes and socks off. Along with your cycling shorts, knowing youâd complain about how you donât wear âgymâ clothes to bed. Knowing how cotton sticks to nylon. The then pulled your tshirt off. He went to his closet and grabbed one of his T-shirts.
Heading back into the room and back over to you. He gently and carefully put his tshirt on you. Then he climbed in next to you. Holding you closely, protecting you from the world. He loved you, tried to protect you, always. Lying here not just comforted your sleeping self. But comforted him, knowing you were there⊠in his arms.
He kissed your temple softly, keeping his lips there as he mumbles âIâve got you, Iâll keep you safe, sweet girl⊠always.â
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summary: cheerleader!reader secretly crushes on kate martin, but thinks she hates her until they share a hotel at an away game
warnings: 18+, smut w plot, enemies to lovers if u squint
a/n: i hope i snapped with this one it took forever and i also hope yâall get the reference w the titleâŠ
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the cheer team huddled together to chant one last âgo hawksâ before practice was over, and the gym was then handed over to the womenâs basketball team. they always managed to come in as soon as you were done, not wasting a moment of their practice; especially because they had a highly anticipated away game the next day. the team quickly flooded the court, ready to begin stretches.
you hurriedly picked up your water bottle and began walking off the court, bustling through the basketball girls. just mere steps from being out of their way, you bumped shoulders with one athlete in particular. it happened to be a girl named kate, who seemed to have a bit of a problem with you for no good reason. any jab she took at you, she said it with a confusing smile.
âarenât you guys done yet,â kate sneered looking back at you, her expression a mix of irritation and laughter.
deciding not to engage, you continued walking forward, although kateâs comment embarrassingly made your stomach flip. she goes out of her way to chirp at you, but looks so good doing it.
âwhatâs her problem?â your teammate asked as she caught up to you.
shaking your head you told her, âi donât know, we donât even know each other that much.â
âwell coach gave us our hotel details and weâre sharing a hotel with them tomorrow,â she informed, looking intently with concern.
you shot her a look with your eyebrows furrowed, âreally?â
âyeah⊠if you run into her i swear to god,â your teammate huffed.
âitâs fine,â you said quickly, trying not to appear flustered at the thought of being in the same hotel as kate for a night.
walking into the locker room, your teammate looked at you like you were crazy, âfine? girl, kate borderline bullies you.â
laughing at her comment, you found yourself defending kate.
ââbullyingâ is a bit dramatic.â
âwhatever,â and your teammate let it go.
âââââââââââââââââââââââ-
the hotel was nothing special; a hilton in the middle of nowhere with assigned roommates. carrying in heavy bags was never easy, and they felt even heavier knowing that the basketball team was in the same building. as you walked into your room, all you could think about was kate. your teammates were ready to fight her, but all you wanted was to âaccidentallyâ run into her. but for your friendsâ sake, you played along with the hateful agenda.
âdid we only get one room key?â your roommate asked.
you looked around the room, seeing only the one in your hand, âummm i think so.â
sighing, she asked you to go back down to the lobby to get another room key. you agreed, making your way to the elevator and into the lobby. approaching the front desk, you noticed the basketball teamâs bus had arrived. forcing yourself to look away from the girls exiting the bus and coming inside, you stepped up to the receptionist.
âhey can i get an extra room key for room num-â
you immediately stopped your words at the sound of the other athletes entering the lobby, loudly chatting and rolling their luggage.
âum...room 701 please,â you finished, taking the key from the receptionist and keeping your eyes away from the front doors. the effort to not see or be reminded of kate was in vain, for a familiar voice started from behind you.
âoh look who it is,â kate said to her friend, just loud enough for you to hear.
kate and her friend continued walking towards the elevators giggling about nothing, although she took one last glance at you from behind. she was not slick at all. you bit your tongue and approached the elevators, being too close for comfort to kate. the basketball girls took up both elevators, and you watched as they both filled and left you waiting for the next one alongside kate and one other random man. your stomach dropped at the unfortunate cutoff, knowing kate was going to take advantage of the moment.
out of the corner of your eye you saw kate staring at you. trying to suppress your breathing picking up, you prayed she would just say something, anything. sometimes you tried to deny you liked her, but it was times like these when your feelings for kate were only further confirmed. you felt your face grow hot.
âwhat are you so nervous for,â kate smirked.
you sighed out of annoyance and to catch your breath. facing her eye to eye, you probably looked like a deer in headlights. you tried to read her face, looking for something other than coldness, and you did find something every time you held the courage to look her in the eye. kateâs eyes glimmered as she waited for a response.
âjust focusing on the game tomorrow,â you mumbled, half lying. maybe more than half.
kate shook her head, blowing air out of her nose with a light chuckle. the elevator door opened. you kept your head down and walked in, sensing kate following behind you. of course.
standing on opposite sides of the elevator, it was almost like you felt a magnetic force towards her. your mind raced, fantasizing about all the dirty things youâve wanted for so long. the tension was thick. kate shamelessly stepped an inch closer to you, knowing exactly what she was doing.
âyou know iâm just messing with you, right?â
you irritably side eyed her, no longer afraid to speak as long as she kept trying you.
âoh iâm just supposed to know that?â
kate pressed the â7â button and looked back at you, waiting for you to tell her your floor number. you rolled your eyes and shifted uncomfortably. it almost wasnât surprising.
âweâre on the same damn floor,â you said, crossing your arms. your heart began beating even faster.
kate scoffed, her jaw dropping and turning into a dumb smile.
âno way,â she said, inching even closer to you, âwhat room number?â her arm was nearly touching yours and your breath hitched.
âwhy would i tell you that?â
she hummed as if she was thinking, and boldly shot back, âcause maybe i could get you in my room before the tripâs over.â she looked back at you, still with a knowing smile. you couldnât hold back as a smile crept up your face, immediately looking the other way.
âyeah right,â you chirped, blushing wildly. your arms fell to your side.
âim just saying. you look so cute in that skirt of yours.â
âshut up,â you murmured.
it was like she was trying to make you pass out. the image of kate removing your black and yellow cheer skirt appeared in your mind, the tension now growing nearly unbearable. however, the elevator finally came to a stop on the seventh floor. with her hands propped on the rail behind her, kate brushed her hand against yours as she left the elevator. you followed behind her, but not too close. before walking opposite ways down the hall, kate couldnât just let you have the last word.
âim serious, cheerleader.â kate raised her eyebrows, looking you up and down.
âweâll see what happens.â âââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
the next day, iowa had won the basketball game 93-87. you cheered harder than before, with your eye on kate the entire game. if someone scored, you didnât even notice unless it was kate. she made sure to lock eyes with you several times, whether you were taking a break on the floor or doing your latest routine. the way she held eye contact told you what you needed to know.
back at the hotel, everyone had to pack their things and move out. there wasnât even enough time to change out of your uniform, as it was the exact time the hotel ordered guests to leave. you were turning around the corner of the hall when you heard someone call your name. whipping your head around, it was exactly who you had been waiting for.
kate wasted no time grabbing you by the wrist and leading you towards her room, no words needed. you smiled and bit your lip, only hoping that your teammates wouldnât see you with her and ruin the moment. just as you were getting to kateâs room, you heard your coach yell a reminder.
âall cheerleaders on the cheer team must be in the lobby in less than five minutes,â your coach yelled from down and around the hall.
you stopped in your track in kateâs doorway, your mouth hung slightly open and adrenaline running.
âwhat are you doing, hurry come in,â kate urged.
âbut iâm a cheerleader,â you said out of breath, starting to worry. if anyone cared, it was not kate.
âi know that, now come on,â kate now grabbing you by the hand.
she practically slammed the door shut, swiftly locking it. as soon as the door closed, you were pushed against the wall in a desperate kiss. kate couldnât keep her hands off you, and immediately ran them up and down your waist. your back arched at the instant touch from kate, inevitably pushing your hips into hers. there was no way kate was going to spend less than five minutes with you. between kateâs kisses and words, she did not hold back.
âyouâre so...fuckinâ sexy...â she breathlessly said, biting your bottom lip.
you moaned and grasped her hair that was now debris of a braided ponytail, eager for all of her. you both knew time was limited, and suddenly kate picked you up and put you down on the edge of the bed, only breaking the kiss to get on her knees. she placed her hands on each of your knees and looked up at you with her big blue eyes for approval. you nodded hurriedly, whispering for her to be quick. you began trying to remove your skirt, but kateâs hand flew to your wrist to push it away.
âkeep it on baby,â she urged, simply pushing your skirt up. the tips of her fingers quickly found the lining of your panties, bringing them down and off your legs. it was like she disregarded your begs to be fast, because she took her time kissing the inside of your thighs and rubbing her hands on your waist. her kisses were intoxicating and she hadnât even done anything yet. you threw your head back, desperate for more. kate agonizingly rubbed slow circles over your wetness, making you whimper and buck your hips up. she thoroughly enjoyed teasing you.
âyouâve been wanting me to fuck you for awhile, hmm? you damn near soaked your underwear baby.â kateâs words alone couldâve made you finish, her smooth voice echoing in your head as you screwed your eyes shut.
âkate, please...â you moaned out, âweâre gonna b-be la-â
as much as kate wouldâve loved to keep you waiting, she moved on and plunged two fingers into your core. anything you couldâve said was cut off by the sensation of her long fingers fucking in and out of you, hitting your g spot every time. your stomach tensed and you almost screamed, but muffled it to a mere whimper. kate continued using her fingers with an unrelenting pace, keeping her face close to your heat.
âyou gotta be quiet, princess,â kate said from between your thighs, although she truly didnât care if anyone heard.
âyouâre s-such an asshole,â you breathed.
âam i?â
kateâs tongue found your clit, circling it with perfect pressure and speed. it grew harder to stay quiet as your legs began to shake at kateâs combination of tongue and fingers. you hated how she treated you back at practice, but all the snarky things she said were quickly forgotten with the knot building up in your stomach. the pleasure grew greater and greater, not being able to help your legs closing around kateâs head.
âkeep your legs open babe.â
you moaned feverishly at her words and the unforgiving pace she kept on your aching core. grasping at her hair, you were sure you were going to explode.
âkate i canât take it,â you whimpered.
âyes you can,â kate said huskily against your pussy.
tears of pleasure began forming at the corners of your eyes, some spilling out. you cried that you were close, and kate gave you permission to let go. waves of pleasure rippled through your body as you released on her face, each exhale coming out as a moan.
âthatâs it,â kate mumbled as she talked you through it, riding you out of your orgasm. your head was spinning and your core still throbbing when kate put your panties and shorts back on, wiping your tears away. she stood up in front of you.
âkate theyâre gonna know,â you said looking up at her with your fucked out eyes.
she simply kissed you in response, a softer kiss this time. your lips were still puffy and tinging with slight pain from making out.
âhere lemme...â kate mumbled as she began lifting you up from the bed. your legs felt weak as you stood next to her. when you tried to walk, you burst out laughing.
âi cant believe we just did that, kate look how iâm walking!â
âyouâre fine, now letâs go,â kate giggled.
#kate martin#wnba#las vegas aces#wbb#kate martin x reader#kate martin fic#kate martin fluff#kate martin smut#kate martin edit#kate martin fanfic
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hey itâs your best friend đ
can i request a sub logan smut. pls. if not itâs okay. i just need to read something for once instead of writing it and your stuff has me on a chokehold!!
anyways love u!
anything for you bffđ€ilyyyy
sub!logan x fem!reader - SMUT! MDNI!
a/n: for the purpose of this specific writing, be aware reader possesses telekinetic abilities.
wc: 1.3k
After a long day spent out on a mission, Logan was now lying between your legs, his face resting on your lower abdomen. One of your hands was holding a book you were reading, the other mindlessly twirling around the soft, dark tufts of his hair. His tired eyes looked up at you from where he laid between your thighs. They looked drunk on affection for his lover, every inch of his body in a state of pure bliss as you continued softly playing with his locks.
You took a quick break from the page you were reading to glance down at the man nestled against you and were met with his infatuated gaze. âHi,â you spoke gently with a smile. The harsh side of Logan that he showed the rest of the world was not the side of him that he portrayed while with you. Despite his unrelenting stubborn attitude and brisque nature, there was a soft spot that only you were lucky enough to experience.Â
âGorgeous, gorgeous girl,â Logan murmured, his chin now resting just above the hem of your underwear. Your hand moved to caress his cheek. He nuzzled into it, eyes still fixated on yours.Â
âTired?â
âJust wanna be close to you, Bub.âÂ
The idea of him, tired and pining for your touch and affections after an exhausting mission, sent a wave of arousal through your body, down to your core which manifested itself in a wet spot that appeared against the thin fabric of your underwear. As much as you loved the dominant side of Logan that took control over you and had you answering to his every beck and call, it was just as erotic to see him fall under acquiescent spells such as this. Although this was quite rare for him, you enjoyed every last second of it.
Loganâs breath hitched in his throat as his next inhale caught the strong scent of your arousal, something he was specially attuned to with his gifted sense of smell.
âOh, fuck,â he groaned. âYou smell so good.â
You cocked your head down at him, an eyebrow raised. âYou like the smell of my wet pussy, huh Logan?âÂ
The sudden change in your demeanor made a lump raise in his throat. He was so used to having you wrapped around his finger that he was almost unsure of how to process these emotions. He indulged in another long inhale, his eyebrows furrowed at the scent radiating off of your body. âI donât like it baby, I fucking love it.âÂ
His hands traveled up to your sides, fingers hooking into your underwear at an attempt to slip them off. Instead of giving in just yet, you decided to take advantage of his unusual state of submission. Your book now forgotten on the bedside table, you used your hands as leverage to slide yourself back away from him, pressed against the bed frame behind you. Logan frowned at the space you just created.Â
âGet back here,â he grunted. Words that would usually have completely different meaning, his possession over you, now had a tinge of pleading laced in them. You caught onto this and an amused look fell over your face.
âAre you asking?â
He slid up so that he was on his knees, resting back on his heels. âYou know I donât ask-â
His retaliation was interrupted as you pulled your panties down to your knees, and then let them fall around your ankles. He let out a low hiss as you let one leg fall open, and then the other, revealing the sight of your dripping pussy. Your hand slid teasingly slow down between your spread thighs, running around your clit in circles. His lips parted slightly in surprise and his eyes were immediately captivated on the sight of you touching yourself.
âFuck, I need to touch you.â His voice had grown shaky with desperation. He leaned forward, making an attempt to crawl towards you and satiate his need, but he was frozen still. When he realized what you had done, he let out a low, defeated moan. âThatâs not fucking fair.â
A cocky laugh escaped your lips as you focused your mind on holding him still, the only contact made being his eyes on your pussy. âAm I hearing this right?,â you continued your charade. âIs Logan Howlett begging?â
Loganâs face began to flush with warmth, embarrassment but, underneath that, a hint of arousal. You released your invisible hold on him without warning and he stumbled forward slightly. His boxers grew tight around his forming erection. âSay âpleaseâ,â you pushed further.
 He pressed his lips together and met your eyes again. When a few seconds passed with his hesitation to outright beg, you let a finger slide through your folds, from your clit to your entrance, and slip in. âSay âpleaseâ, and you can have it.â
âFuck, please,â he all but moaned, rock hard now. âPlease let me taste you.â
Your eyes glistened with satisfaction and spread your legs a little further, now inviting him in.Â
âIâm gonna make you feel so good, I promise.â He said this unprompted, overtaken by his desire to taste you.
âThen get down here and prove it, Bub.â
Your mockery of his own phrase made him groan as he resumed his crawl up to your pussy. Before he had the chance to let his lips make contact with your clit, you slipped a hand through his hair, gathering it with a firm grip, and forcing his face into you. You heard a low whimper from him. A whimper. His hands flew to your thighs, not only for support, but for more contact.
âShow me how bad you wanted this.â
Logan planted a wet kiss against your clit, followed by him wrapping his lips around it, sucking. He began kissing down, and back up again. He was making out with your pussy.Â
âSlut,â you managed to hiss through clenched teeth. This earned a groan from him and he looked up at you through hooded eyes as he let his tongue flick back and forth against your now swollen clit. Your grip on his hair tightened and forced him closer against you. âFaster.â
He sped up his pace obediently. âHowâs that?,â he managed to ask without stopping, his voice muffled and sending vibrations through your core. Logan was seeking your validation, wanting to know that he was pleasing you. Your head fell back against the pillow. âJust like that. Just like that, baby.â
Your approval only increased his desire to please.
Your free hand slid over his larger one that was gripping your thigh and forced it between your legs. With his tongue still working tirelessly at your clit, you guided his fingers toward your dripping hole where they easily slid in, with the aid of you pushing them in.Â
âGod Logan, youâre perfect.â
This earned yet another moan from him. He began dutifully pumping two fingers in and out of you, curling them up to hit your sweet spot. âFuck, right there, keep fucking doing that.â
You managed to lift your head up for a split second to drink in the beautiful sight at your hips. Loganâs jaw muscles strained as he fucked your clit with his tongue, his two fingers invisible as they worked at your insides, hearing the sounds that escaped him as he lost himself in his desire to please you. Seeing this pushed you towards your climax and he felt your walls tighten around his fingers.Â
âLet me finish you off,â he almost begged. âWant your cum all over my face.â
His dedicated pleads tightened that knot inside of your stomach and with a couple more curls of his fingers, his tongue never faltering at your clit, you came undone. Your back arched and your hips bucked into his face, praises falling from your lips.
âYouâre so good, such a good boy for me Logan.â
As your orgasmed finished out, you cupped a hand to his cheek and lifted his face up to look at you. His lips glistened with your cum, his beard not spared. âGod Logan, youâre perfect.â His head rested against your stomach, resuming how the two of you had previously been laying.Â
âAll I ever wanna do is make you feel good,â he said, placing soft kisses against your skin. âI live for you.â
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Burn Out
Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader
Requested by Anonymous
Synopsis: you try to juggle hunting with school, but one day you just canât do it anymore.
âHey kid, we need you in the war room.â
The knock on your door followed by Samâs voice had your head shooting up from its position on your notebook.
âWhat?â You mumbled under your breath, before you got your bearings. âOh noâŠâ
You looked down at the notebook in front of youâunder the drool, there was a half-finished history report. It was due tomorrow, and you hadnât been able to get started on it until an hour ago, because you and your brothers had been on a hunt. How could you have fallen asleep on it? You had to get this done!
âY/N?â Sam knocked again. âCan you hear me?â
âIâyeah!â You closed your notebookâhunting was more important; peopleâs lives were more important. You could finish the report later. âIâm coming.â
âŠ
âI think we should call it a night,â Dean said. You stole a glance at your watch as you put down the lore book that you werenât even halfway throughâit was almost 2 a.m.
âGood idea,â Sam agreed, slamming his own book shut and heading for his room.
âGo and get some sleep,â Dean told you, reaching over your shoulder and closing your book for you. âWe can finish this tomorrow.â
You werenât sure how that was possible, since tomorrow was a school day, but you didnât argue with Dean. You stumbled back to your bedroom, heading not for your bed, but for your report.
âŠ
You never did make it to your bed. You were pretty sure that you dozed a few timesâor at least blinked really longâbut you still ended up finishing your report in time.
As soon as it was done, you got yourself ready for school, taking a quick shower and hoping it was enough to make you look refreshed.
Your next stop was the kitchen; you were hoping you had enough time for some breakfast before Dean took you to school. Only, Dean wasnât in the kitchen like he normally was. Curious, you checked the library, the war room, the shooting gallery, and finally the garageânot only were Sam and Dean not there, but neither was the Impala.
There were only a few options; a last-second hunt (except they wouldâve told you they were going), the local library for more books (which hadnât been necessary lately with all of the books in the bunker library), the grocery store (except the kitchen was fairly well stocked), or a diner for an excuse to get out of the bunker. You figured the last option was most likelyânone of the others made sense, and the guys had to be stir-crazy after all the research. They must have wanted to let you sleep in, which meant they must also have forgotten you had school.
âItâs ok,â you mumbled to yourself. âI can still make it.â Youâd have to skip breakfast, but if you ran you might still make it to class on time even without the Impala.
It was going to be a long day.
âŠ
You didnât make it in time, but you were fast enough to just get a tardy instead of an absence.
âGlad you could join us,â the teacher greeted as he gestured towards a seatâin the front.
You didnât respond as you collapsed into the seat, reaching into your backpack to pull out your report when your phone buzzed.
Dean: Where r u?
So he had forgotten about school. He was probably too sleep-deprived to remember what day it was; you could relate to that. You were just typing out a response when you noticed a shadow over your desk.
âIâll take your report,â your teacher stated, holding his hand out. âAnd your phone.â
âBut I was justââ
âYour phone, please.â
You handed your phone and your report over without another word, hoping Dean would remember where you were on his ownâthe last thing you wanted was to freak him out.
âNow, if weâre done with distractions, we need to get started.â
âŠ
You tried to get your phone back at the end of class, but your teacher assured you thatâ
âYouâll get it at the end of the day. Just stop by the office before you go home.â
âwhich was bad enough, but when he followed it up withâ
âOh, and I think you should take this back.â He held out your report.
âWhaâwhy?â You asked, your heart sinking.
âIt was supposed to be three pages, not two. If you get it back to me tomorrow with three pages, I wonât have to dock as many points. I think itâs your best option.â
âUmâok.â You took the report, hoping that youâd actually get the chance to get that third page by tomorrow.
âJust a page more,â your teacher said. âMaybe expound a little more on the individual paragraphs and youâll be good. And try not to stay up too late doing it,â he added. âIâm guessing things have been pretty busy with you latelyâyou never used to forget stuff like this. Are youââ
âIâm fine,â you assured him. âI justâŠI have to get to class.â
You turned on your heel, and your teacher didnât try to stop you. You knew he was just concerned about you, but in your life you couldnât afford to have people be curious about you. It never turned out well.
And you just couldnât take anything else going wrong.
âŠ
Youâd forgotten to bring your lunch or any money to buy some from the cafeteria, so you hid out in the bathroom for most of your lunch hour. You got told off by three separate teachers for dozing in class, and there was a pop quiz in the last period over reading that you hadnât had time to do.
When the final bell rang, you couldnât get out of your seat fast enough. You made a beeline for the office, hoping that your phone hadnât been blown up with messagesâhoping that Dean wasnât freaking out.
You didnât get a chance to find out; youâd forgotten to charge your phone last night, so by the time you picked it up from the secretary, it was dead.
âItâs fine itâs fine itâs fine,â you muttered to yourself over and over on the walk home. You would get home, your brothers would be fine, youâd take a little napâŠ
You opened the door to the bunker, but you didnât make it halfway down the stairs before.
âSam! Sheâs here!â
Dean caught you at the bottom of the stairs, his hands going to your shoulders, which he gripped tightly.
âWhat is wrong with you?! Where were you? Why didnât you answer your phone?â
âDean, Iââ
Dean wasnât listening.
âYou canât just disappear like that! Sam and I have been going insane! Of all the stupid, irresponsible things to doââ Dean cut himself off, waving an angry hand in front of his face as if waving off the rant. He didnât even notice the way your face was scrunching up, or the tears that were beginning to track down your cheeks. âYou know what, forget about that. Forget about how you scared the crap out of us, and people are dying out there because we had to stop researching the hunt to look for you. Forget about how you made us think you coulda been dead. Where. Were. You?!â Deanâs grip was back on your shoulders, and he was shaking you. His face was tight with rage, his form towering over your own.
âI-Iââ your voice squeaked and broke, but Dean was still stiff with rage and waiting for your answer, so you tried again. Your voice was as tiny as you felt right now as you finally managed to choke out. âI was at school.â You didnât notice the way Deanâs face changedâthe anger melting from it as realization hit him like a trainâbecause your eyes were too full of tears. âTheyâIââ you wanted to tell him they took your phone, you wanted to tell him that you tried to find him before you left, you wanted to tell him you were doing your bestâŠbut you couldnât. You couldnât find it in you to give any excuses that could make him yell at you like that again. âIâm sorry, IâŠIâll go help Sam with research.â
You ran past Dean, heading for the library.
âDang it,â Dean mumbled under his breath, smacking the wall with his fist as he huffed. âSo stupid, Iâm so stupid!â He took a long moment to breathe, not wanting to look angry when he saw you again.
He had enough of a mess to fix already.
âŠ
No one was in the library when you got there, so you went right to pulling books off the shelves.
After the first few books, you spotted one on a higher shelf. You were just reaching for it when you heardâ
âY/N!â
You turned around to see Sam heading right for you. You were already stumbling out an apology before he even reached you.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean toâI thought youââ you were blubbering, having not stopped crying since your encounter with Dean. Sam noticed immediately and his approach slowed as his hands rose innocently.
âWhoa, hey, itâs ok, youâre ok.â Sam continued to step forwards, but that just made you feel cornered against the bookshelf, and you started to panic as you couldnât make yourself stop crying.
âIâm sorry Sammy, I was at school, Iâm gonna help you now, Iâm sorry Iâm sorryââ
You didnât notice the books slipping from your hands until they clattered to the floor. Your hands were starting to shake, and your knees were shaking so hard that you had to slowly lower yourself in a crouching position on the floor before you fell. You tucked your head into your knees, finally letting out all the stress of the past weeks as you sobbed.
âHey hey heyâŠâ Sam knelt down next to you and grabbed onto your shoulders. âItâs ok, just take some deep breaths. Youâre ok.â
You could hardly breathe between sobs, but you tried your best to listen to your big brotherâs instructions.
âKid?â Your head lifted just a little when you heard Deanâs voice. He joined Sam next to you. âSlow down, sweetheart. Breathe.â
âI didnât mean to,â you whimpered, taking deep breaths between words. âThey took my phone and I didnât know whatââ
âItâs ok, donât explain,â Dean insisted. âJust keep taking deep breaths for me, ok?â
âOk.â You sniffled, grabbing on to Deanâs offered hand and breathing slowly until your sobs subsided.
âGood, good.â Dean sat back on his heels, running a hand over his face. âI shouldâve slowed it down, I shouldâve known we were burning you out.â
âIâm sorry,â you sniffled. âI thought maybe you would figure it outâI can help you nowââ
âNo, noâ Sam interrupted. âThis isnât your fault, donât apologize. And the research can waitâI think you should get some sleep.â
âAnd food,â Dean added. âDid you eat today?â
You rubbed your sleeve over your face, trying to stop your tears.
âYou donât have to baby me,â you said finally. âI-I can still help you guys.â
âNot today,â Sam countered. âAnd maybe not for a little while. Weâve been burning you out too much.â
âLook,â Dean added before you could argue. âSometimes we can forget that youâre still just a kid, and you still have kid stuff to worry aboutâlike school. Thatâs on us, not you. This isnât your fault; we need to do better. And that starts with making sure you take care of yourself. So go get some food, and get some sleep. Everything else can wait, ok?â
You hesitated. âOk.â You let your brothers help you to your feet, and then you couldnât help yourselfâyou pulled Dean in for a hug, burying your head in his jacket. You felt his body shake a little as he chuckled.
âYouâre ok kid,â he said, rubbing your back. âIâm sorry about earlier.â
âItâs ok,â you said, your voice muffled against his shirt.
âOk.â Dean was smiling as you pulled away. âNow get going.â
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7 | What's it gonna take
⧠Synopsis | In which Choso Kamo, your asshole of a best friend, starts to change after you get involved with a rather cheeky cashier, Gojo Satoru.
⧠Content | language, fluff, teasing, dry humping, sexual tension, etc.
⧠Word Count | 5.6k
⧠Pairings | Choso Kamo x f!reader & Gojo Satoru x f!reader.
| Chapters mlist |
ââThe next morning you wake up with your cheek pressed against something warm, an oversized t-shirt clothing you and one of your legs resting atop something. You quickly find out that the something in question happens to be none other than the man you had sex with the night prior, your best friend, Choso Kamo.
Laying on his naked chest, before your eyes even peel open, you relish in the gentle smell of his cologne. Surely you donât remember either of you showering last night and yet here he was smelling as though nothing had even occurred. But hey, youâre pretty sure you passed out at some point so you wouldnât be surprised if he cleaned himself up while you were sleeping.
The sound of a phone dinging oddly close by makes you finally crack your eyes open, the first thing youâre met with is a phone in Chosoâs hand not too far away from you. Since you were lying slightly on top of him, you could feel the deep breath he took due to the most recent notification.Â
In the background was the faint sound of The Weekndâ youâve got no idea what song was playing but it was there somewhere, sounding a bit far away. That aside, instead of focusing everywhere all at once, you center your gaze on Chosoâs phone and watch his thumb linger over that recent notification.
You had to blink a few times to read it but the most you got from the text there was a âHey, can u call me when u wake up? I wanna talk about last nightâŠâ from someone named⊠Hori? Youâve got no idea who that is but the message is swiped away and blatantly ignored before you get to think about it any further.
Choso then swipes through the rest of his messages, answering some recent texts from his family members up until one message catches your eye yet again. It was something from his Uncle and the only reason it caught your eye is because your name was mentioned. Allas, before you could read anything past the words âAre you still,â Choso was swiping out of the text thread entirely and you were soon spotting your contact.
Choso, being the total sweetheart he is, has your name happily saved as âIdiot #1â. You wouldnât expect anything more or less from him but reading that made you scoff, which alerts him that youâre awake.
Followed by his realization is his heavily husked tone hitting your ears, âWell, good morning to you too.â
You almost smile at his voice alone. Something about it had your heart twinging in an unusual way and your lips twitching before you shifted your head up to look at him, âMorninâ Cho.â
Chosoâs gaze softens as it meets yours and you catch the way his whole expression and vibe seem to come at peace all at once. âHowâd you sleep?â Holy shit the rasp in his voice was making your legs twitch against him ever so slightly, your eyes fleeting elsewhere.
âFine, I think,â You hum, glancing around his bedroom until you spot the TV, âYou?â As you ask that, youâve located the source of lowly volumed music.
âBetter than I have in a while,â Choso sighs as his eyes remain on your face, âHow do you feel?â
You turn to him again and tilt your head, âI feel okay but uh, better than you have in a while?â You repeat with a lift of your brow, âGood pussy gave you some good rest, huh?â
He rolls his eyes at that question immediately, âOh but Iâm the âcocky bastardâ.â
A smile graces your face and you shrug, âYou didnât answer my question.â
âYeah,â Choso replies simply, âI guess you could say that.â
You chuckle at that and let out a little hum, to which he grins at you. Was there something in the air? Because Choso was staring at you like you were the only thing heâs ever cared to lay his eyes upon and you couldnât get yourself to break away from his gaze for a long moment.
âCho,â You hush out, watching as his brows lift, âWhyâs my name saved as Idiot number one in your phone??â
Annnnd moment ruined.
Choso chuckles, âCauseâ youâre idiot number one, duh.â
âWhy the number? Are there more idiots you know?â You muse, smiling slightly at the man.
âTwo things; one, if there were, would you be jealous? And two, did you just willingly call yourself an idiot?â Your brown-haired best friend huffs out in jest, intrigued by your questions.
You shrug, âOne; no. And two; yes.â
Ah, heâs full-on smiling at you now. Something was definitely in the air because Choso hasnât felt this banter with you in forever and his heartfelt weird experiencing it again.Â
Then heâs shaking his head at you, âYouâre a dumbass.â
âI have my moments, I suppose,â You hum before slowly moving to sit up. The second you try moving, thereâs a throb coming from just about everywhereâ more specifically your thighs and back, which causes you to wince and pause in your movements, âShit.â
Chosoâs sitting up along with you and he tips his head to the side, âI asked you how you felt ând you said you were okay.â
You scoff, âI was before I-â
He doesnât even let you finish before heâs reaching over to his nightstand and grabbing something for you. Then heâs handing said unknown items to you and earning a confused glance from your face.
âIbuprofen for your pain,â Choso explains, handing you one of two pills, âAnd uh, morning after for your uh-,â He awkwardly clears his throat as he processes a few things in his head, âSo you donât get, yâknow⊠Since I uh-â
âFucked me full of your cum last night?â You say bluntly, making his entire face heat up.
âY-Yeah,â Choso stutters as a very prominent shade of red spreads across his face, âSince I did that.â
You smile at how shy heâs being before taking those pills from his hand, raising a brow at the man as you gesture to them, âSo, am I supposed to throat these pills raw?â
âIâm sure you could if you wanted to,â He comments casually while reaching over for a water bottle, âBut if you need me to stretch your throat out beforehand just say the word and Iâll-â
âChrist, Choso,â You gasp as you slap your free hand over his mouth. He smiles against you and hands you the water bottle he was reaching for. âHow do you get shy from the thought of last night but then all bold two seconds later??â You huff before taking your hand off his mouth and grabbing the water bottle.
Choso shrugs, âCauseâ I almost got you pregnant last night,â He says reluctantly, the tips of his ears burning red, âBut I canât get you pregnant if I fuck your throat.â
You roll your eyes at him before taking the given medicine swiftly. Chosoâs smile widens a bit and he quietly watches you gulp down the water and two pills, his eyes unknowingly focusing in on your throat for longer than intended. The way you effortlessly swallow-, which should be expected, youâre only drinking water butâŠ
That small little ahh you let out as the bottle is retracted from your lips, the way you managed to cause a slip of water to escape your mouth, followed by an innocent glance in his direction, and then your eyes are on his and his eyes are on your lips and he just-
âYou want to?â You ask casually, earning even more of his undivided attention.
âWant to, what?â Choso murmurs with a soft furrow of his brows.
You chuckle and lean closer to him. Then, you lean down a bit so he can look into your eyes and not at your lips, âFuck my throat.â
Choso swallows thickly as he gazes deep into your eyes, âRight now?â
You scoff, âNo, idiot. Iâm sore enough everywhere else-â
âWhatâs one more place?â He cuts off, suddenly all too interested in the mere idea of face fucking you.
A heavy sigh leaves your lips, âChoso.â You murmur sternly.
âIâll be gentle,â He whispers back, slowly reaching for your waist and carefully pulling you closer to him.
And then youâre on top of him all over again, your thighs spread and straddling him comfortably.
You shake your head, âCho-â
âI promise,â He urges as he leans back and pulls your upper half with him until heâs resting against his headboard and your face is less than an inch away from his, âIâll ease my cock in, take it nice ând slow with you if thatâs what you want, princess.â
Your body heats up at both his words and how gentle heâs already being, âChoso⊠We like, just woke up.â
He flashes that stupidly sexy but lazy smile at you, âNot a big fan of morning sex?â
âI actually am but,â You pause for a minute. Your eyes just linger on Chosoâs and you feel his hands trail down to your hips, then your thighs, and then heâs squeezing slightly.
Choso leans in, âButâŠ?â
âIâm sore,â You whisper.
âYouâre sore,â He echoes as if to say it more to himself than to you. With that, he lets off a little nod before slouching back, âRight. Well, can I at least get a kiss?â
âSâthat all you want?â You hum while leaning forward and slipping your arms around his neck.
Choso nods again and his eyes greedily drop down to your lips, âUhuh.â
His hands start sliding up again, as if he just canât get enough of touching and feeling you. You grin before your lips are slotting into his, his grasp on you tightening all of a sudden. He feels you whine into the kiss and bites back a smile as his hands continue to slip upward.
Chosoâs fingertips dance just barely under the fabric of the shirt youâre wearing (his shirt) and you soon feel him hold onto the bare skin of your hips. His hands werenât exactly rough but they werenât the softest either. Chosoâs skin was an odd mix of both, some areas were more calloused than the others and you could always tell he used his hands quite a bit.
He slides up again with his touch, holding onto your waist before tugging you even closer and kissing you passionately. You hum against him before he starts easing his tongue into your mouth.
And then the kiss is getting hotter and heâs gasping against your lips when you unintentionally rock your hips against him.Â
Choso pries away and drops down to your neck, planting kiss after kiss and relishing in every sigh you let out. âThought you were sore?â He hums into your skin.
You smile, âI am,â Then youâre tilting your head to give him better access and his hands are dropping back down to your thighs.
âWhere?â Choso asks softly while caressing the top of your thighs and still kissing tenderly at your neck.
âThe back of my legs, kinda,â You explain quietly with his hands moving the moment you speak, âAnd my back-, b-but mainly under my thighs.â
âMh,â Choso hums and then heâs sliding his fingers underneath your thighs and pressing into your skin, earning a noticeable wince from you. âHere?â He whispers.
You nod and he kisses under your jaw, his hands focusing on those sore areas of yours as he massages them carefully.Â
This goes on for a while up until your head ends up resting on his shoulder and he massages your legs while you remain seated on top of him. Gasping every time he presses into your skin just right and whining while he soothes your tired muscles, you find your eyes squeezed shut as he touches you.
âRight there, Cho,â You whine, to which he rotates his fingertips against the most recent area he was in.
Choso turns and presses his lips into your neck, âYou make this sound so sexual, yâknow,â He teases.
You roll your eyes, âIt just feels good, a-and Iâm not doinâ it on purpose.â
âSure you arenât,â He chuckles.
Then, the two of you simmer back into that comfortable silence of yours, his hands working your tense skin with care as you remain as still as possible.
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Roughly ten minutes go by until you seem to be a lot more relaxed under his touch. The same artist thatâs been playing lowly from the TV can still be heard, Double Fantasy by The Weeknd being the song filling the still air of the room.Â
At some point, Choso decides he can start teasing you again and he moves his lips to your ear, âWhere else are you sore, pretty girl?â He whispers way too affectionately.
You quickly pull your head away from him and shoot him a pointed look, âI told you my backâŠâ
He meets that little glare of yours with a smirk, âI really did a number on you, huh?â Choso teases while sliding his hands up to your back and soon pressing his fingers against your spine.
You sigh and your lashes flutter in relief, âUhuh.â
Your best friend continues to soothe you, skillfully running his hands all up and down your back to relieve the tension. And it felt nice to be cared for like this by him. Usually, if you were sick or ever feeling badâ heâd shrug you off and tell you to thug it out (affectionately).
But now? Choso was the sweetest youâve ever experienced from him. You wondered how long this would last-
âChoso,â You breathe out, having felt his hand wander off.
âHm?â He hums innocently.
You almost laugh at the man, âThatâs my ass.â
He bites back a laugh of his own, âYeah, I know. Youâre not sore here?â Choso questions while he palms and squeezes at the fat of your ass.
âNo, Choso,â You snicker, âYou just wanted an excuse to touch my ass.â
âNoooo,â He drags out playfully as his smile begins to mirror yours. You raise a brow at him and he quickly folds, âOkay, maybe. But I dunno, I couldnât help myself. Youâre sittinâ on top of me and lookinâ at me likeâŠâ
Your head weighs to the side as you search his eyes for an explanation, âLike what?â
He shrugs, âI donât know how to describe it but it makes me crave you.â
âC-Crave me?â Your lashes bat in surprise and he nods.
Chosoâs naturally sleepy features remain neutral as he peers into your eyes, âMhm.â
You try to laugh his little statement off, âOne night with me and now youâre obsessed?â
âAddicted, maybe.â Choso whispers so faintly you almost miss it.
Almost, âSeriously?â You utter in response.
He swallows, sitting there just staring at you while his hand continues mindlessly squeezing your ass. He has such a mellow expression with you right now. Youâve felt comfort with Choso before but never to this degree. Everything about the way heâs looking at you right now is making your heart feel odd.
âNo.â He eventually says in a firm tone.
You scrunch your brows, âCho-â
âI was joking, shut up.â He cuts offâ feeling distant with you all over again.
âNo you werenât,â You refute, scoffing at the man, âYou really are addicted to me now, arenât y-â
Heâs cutting you off with another kiss, to which you freeze completely. Your brain simply halts at the feel of his lips on yours again. So soft and gentle with you, like heâs been waiting years to do this and wants to sink into this feeling forever. Hell, maybe he has been waiting for years.
Itâs nowhere near the first time heâs ever kissed you but, something about your lips on his makes his mind lose all sensible thoughts for a minute. Which is why both of his hands are dropping to your ass and heâs pulling you impossibly closer to him.
He pushes against you a bit harder and you gasp at how needy his hands are on you. Your lips part against him and he gifts your ass with a smack, earning a faint moan from you.
âFuck,â Choso sears in between your lips, gripping and grabbing at all of you.
Your chest is pressed tightly against his and because of his tight grip on you, you canât help the gentle rock of your hips against him.
Seconds, it takes mere seconds for you to feel his cock poking up at your unclothed cunt.
Then Chosoâs snatching his lips off of yours and dropping to your neck again, âDonât stop,â He groans, âPlease.â
You moan at the way he shifts one hand to your hips and constantly tugs you against him, grunting hotly into your neck as he feels your bare cunt rub against his cockâ one flimsy layer left between the two of you.
âC-Cho, we shouldnât-,â Youâre cut off by him gently lifting his hips against you, a soft gasp escaping you instead.
âWhy?â He breathes, moving to grab your ass as you grind against him a bit harder, âWe have the whole day to ourselves,â Choso whispers.
You toss your head back and he starts sucking on your neck, careful not to leave a mark. âB-Because⊠we just, hah, we shouldnât.â
He scoffs, âScared of noise complaints?â
âNo?â
âShould be,â Choso hums as he bites back a throaty groan from the way he feels you right against his tip. âShit, did you-, hah, notice what I did to the wall yet?â
Your brows twist up before you turn and catch sight of a rather large hole in the wall, one caused by Chosoâs previous roughness with you and the bed knocking into it a little too hard.
âChoso!â You gasp, âHow the hell did you-â
âI knew I heard somethinâ last night too,â He chuckles, âI was just too wrapped up in you to care.â
âYou-â
âIâm sorry,â Choso breathes out almost finally before reenacting his acts from last night and swiftly flipping the two of you over, pinning you down against his bed and rolling his cock down hard against you.
You gasp, âOh fuck-, whyâre you s-soâŠâ
He tilts his head, the veins decorating his arms flexing, âSo what?â He breathes.
âFuckinâ hard,â You nearly laugh, smiling a bit at the man, âWe just woke up not too long ago. H-How do you get turned on so easily?â
Choso chuckles as if to taunt you, âYou do know I can feel you right?â
âHuh?â
âIâm not the only one turned on,â He scoffs, leaning down to speak while his lips graze yours, âI can feel how wet you are, idiot.â
You gulp, âIâŠâ
Choso nibbles on your lower lip and tugs for a moment before whispering, âLetâs jusâ make it quick, yeah?â
âChoso.â You utter sternly in protest.
âPromise,â He pants, âI promise itâll be quick-, maybe Iâll jusâ put the tip in, câmon.â His hips mash down against yours, causing the outline of his erect cock to push further against you.
You moan, âMgh, but-â
âI need you,â Choso groans, sounding almost pained, âJusâ a little bit more of you, please,â He whines.
âFuck, o-okay, fine-â
And then heâs kissing you again, rutting his clothed cock against you over and over while he messily reaches his hands down to his sweats. Snatching at his drawstring, eager to remove the tiring layer of clothing, Chosoâs kissing you like his life depends on it.
Youâre such an idiotâ giving into your best friend for yet a second time in a row. Were you addicted? Isnât this wrong? Chosoâs your best friend. Your best friend.
Heâs just about to pull his sweatpants down before heâs rudely interrupted by the ringing of the apartment doorbell.
You both freeze, panting heavily as if youâve been caught doing something you had no business doing. Gulping, Choso lets out a long and frustrated groan before dropping his head into the crook of your neck.
âCan we just ignore them?â He asks you.
You giggle, âNo, itâs probably one of our neighbors.â
âOh,â Choso practically smiles at that, âYouâre right. Theyâre probably here to give us an earful about our noise last night. Or well, your noise-â
âShut up and go answer the door,â You scoff, âIâll probably be here when you get back.â
âProbably?â Choso questions as he sits up and slides out of his bed.
You shrug, âI might run back to my room while youâre distracted so uh, be quick.â
A wink is sent to the man and he fights the urge to just stare at you in awe. You probably have no idea how you look right now, wearing his shirt, one of the many hickeys he left on you poking out from your collarbone, laying in his bed all tired but horny because of him-
Okay, enough of that for now. Choso shakes himself out of his little reverie and glances around his bedroom floor to spot a different pair of sweats to slip into. He swiftly does so, groaning in discomfort while he turns his back to you and debates on putting a shirt on.
You lay in his bed staring at him, your eyes widening at his back profile and the numerous bright red scratch marks decorating his skin. Damn, did you do that last night?
You almost smile at the sight but in the corner of your eye, for whatever reason, the lyrics to the song from earlier seem to catch your attention. Said song was over by now but the last end of the hook was fading out. Brightly reading the words âEven though itâs wrongâ.
Now, itâs just a song but you canât help but find it funny considering you just had sex with Choso last night, and almost again just a few seconds ago. Itâs almost like you were forgetting something-
âSee what you did tâmy back last night?â Chosoâs voice tugs you from your mind and you look at him.
Scoffing, âLooks like you were attacked.â You comment teasingly.
Choso tosses the shirt he was considering putting on and shrugs, âDoes it?â
âYeah,â You sigh, laying on your side and watching him glance into his bedroom mirror.
The man turns around briefly to admire the marks left on him and he grins, âHoly shit,â Choso breathes, smiling at the sight, âI looked at it a bit last night but fuck, you clawed at me like crazy.â
ââŠDid you not feel it while you were fucking me down into the mattress ând telling me to âtake itâ for like twenty minutes straight?â You ask dryly.
He pretends to think for a long moment and opens his mouth to say something snarky but another ring of the doorbell cuts him off.
âBetter go get that,â You hum playfully.
Choso groans, clearly annoyed by the constant interruption before swiftly exiting the room. Entering the hall, passing the living room and the kitchen, and soon approaching the door.
He lets out a yawn as he unlocks the door and soon opens it, âIf this is about the noise last night, I jusâ wanna cut this short by sayinâ Iâm-, oh,â Choso cuts himself short as he makes eye contact with the person awkwardly standing at the door.
The man in front of him furrows his brows, âI uh-â
Choso interrupts by putting a hand up and glancing back inside the apartment, âDoorâs for you!â He shouts back to you. Then, he looks at the person in front of him one more time, sizes him up, and scoffs, âSheâll be out in a sec'.â
The man opens his mouth to reply but Choso rudely slams the door in his face.
Frustrated, and with his mood almost completely ruined, Choso groans again as he makes his way back to his bedroom. As he walks in, he spots you sitting on the edge of his bed looking down at something on the floor before you look back at him over your shoulder.
âWhat do you mean the doorâs for me?â You ask softly, âAnd uh,â He watches you lean down to pick up a tarnished piece of fabric, âWhen the hell did you rip my panties?â
âLast night, duh,â Choso huffs out rather sassily before brushing past his bed and heading toward his bathroom.
âYou owe me a new pair,â You tell him with a pout on your face.
With no emotion in his voice, âIâll buy you twenty.â He says curtly before disappearing into his bathroom completely.
You scoff at his sudden attitude and dismissal of your first question, moving to stand on slightly wobbly legs as you extend your arms into the air to stretch. Sighing, you glance around to find your shorts, soon spotting them and slipping into them before exiting the room.
Every step you take, you feel faint soreness but you think the medicine and massage Choso gave you helped your body not to feel too bad. As such, you steadily make your way to the front doorâ wondering if thereâs a package for you or something. You still get the feel youâre forgetting something but between that and Chosoâs sudden grumpiness, you just-
Every thought of yours comes to a sudden halt as you swing open the door.
âS-Satoru?â You breathe.
Oh, so thatâs what youâd been forgetting. Gojo Satoru, yâknow, the guy youâve been getting along with better than you ever have with any other guy you know, the guy whoâs nothing but a gentleman to you, the guy who you were literally dancing with less than twenty-four hours with, the-
Yeah, you get the point. Either way, youâre left staring up at the man with your eyes as wide as ever and your breath caught in the middle of your throat. Staring into Gojoâs kindhearted and dazzling blue eyes, feeling an abrupt rack of guilt lump up in your chest as your mind scrambles for some way to process your situation.
Swallowing thicker than ever, you slowly step out into the hall with him and shut your apartment door behind you, âWhat uh-, w-why-, whatâre you doing here?â You stammer out with the faintest shake in your voice.
Gojo moves to scratch the back of his neck, âIf Iâm being honest, Iâm not too sure myself.â
Blinking in confusion, you tilt your head, âWhat?â
âI just-,â Gojo sighs, âYou didnât respond at all last night or this morning, so I got a little worriedâŠâ
âSo⊠you show up at my apartment?â You question further as you raise a brow at the man.
He winces, âIs that weird-, this, is this weird?â Gojo asks as he gestures to his being here.
Maybe if you werenât guilty of sleeping with your best friend it wouldnât beâŠ
âU-Uh, no?â You huff out almost awkwardly, âI just wasnât expecting you, sorry. My phone died on me last night and I never plugged it up.â
He nods before glancing to the side, âBusy with other things?âÂ
You choke on your own guilt all over again, âI-Iâm sorry?â
âYour roommate said somethinâ about a noise complaint,â Gojo recalls simply as he looks at you once more.
Your brows go up, âDid he? Well, thatâs probably from whatever he was up to before I got home.â
Gojo tilts his head at you and you feel as though he could see right through you, âRiightâŠâ He hums, âAnyway, I just came over to make sure you were okay.â
âI appreciate that Gojo but what couldâve possibly have happened to me from last night when you dropped me off to this morning?â You point out to the man with a little laugh. Sure, regret and guilt were eating you alive right now but that still doesn't explain Gojoâs sudden appearance, âI live with someone Iâve known for like eight years.â
âI donât know-, wait, youâve known him for eight years?â He redirects as he narrows his eyes at you.
âI met him during my freshman year of high school, Satoru,â You chuckle, âHeâs my best friend.â
âIs that all?â Gojo blurts out.
You blink, âHuh?â
The man gulps, having not meant to ask that so suddenly, âLike, are you two just best friends?â
âThatâs what I just said, yes.â You reply straightforwardly.
âI-â
Quick to snap back at the man for questioning you in an accusing manner, âArenât you and Geto just best friends?âÂ
âYeah,â He murmurs.
âIs that all?â You ask with a smirk.
âOf course-,â He cuts himself off with a scoff, âOkay, I see what you did there.â
âMhm,â You hum, âSo if thatâs all then uh,â You slowly begin to motion toward the door behind you.
Gojo reaches a hand out, âWait, are you free today?â
You pause, âDepends on what for.â
âMe,â He shrugs.
âAm I free for you today?â
âYeah.â
âHmmmm, I dunno, I gotta check my schedule, Satoru.â You say teasingly as you lean left against the doorframe, âIâm a busy woman, yâknowâŠâ
Those pretty rose-tinted lips of his curve into a smirk, âOh are you now?â
You smile, âMhmm..â
Gojo takes a little step closer and lifts his shoulders, âCanât you spare some of your time for your favorite barista?â
âI can consider,â You tell him before eyeing the man up and down, âWhat did you wanna do with me anyway?â
âJusâ hang out.â He explains simply.
âThatâs all?â
âMhm.â
Clicking your tongue, âI would but, I was planning on taking a bit of a rain check today.â
âOh,â Gojo hums, his brows lifting in surprise, âThatâs uh-, thatâs cool. I mean, yeah, no, thatâs-â
âSatoru,â You snort.
He stops himself from making even more of a fool of himself, clearing his throat and meeting your gaze, âYes?â
Lifting a finger, you gesture him to come closer and he shuffles his feet toward you. Then, you reach up for his shirt and carefully pull him down to you.
âStop being such a dork,â You sigh with a smile on your face. Then you plant a kiss on his cheek and hug him, âAnd thank you for coming to check on me.â
Gojoâs body goes still for a moment while you wrap your arms around his neck and push up on your toes to hug him fully. After which, his arms are engulfing your waist and heâs letting out a sigh as he reciprocates your hug.
âAnytime,â He murmurs, his hands caressing your back, âSorry if I made things weirdâŠâ
You chuckle, âYouâre fine, Satoru. You jusâ surprised me, thatâs all.â You slowly retract from the hug and meet his eyes one last time, âSo⊠Iâll see you Monday morning?â
He nods, âYeah.â
And with that, the two of you are steady to say your goodbyes to one anotherâ soon parting ways as you watch him leave before disappearing back into your apartment and letting you the heaviest sigh ever.
Silence engulfs you as you stand there at the door for a moment. What are you? Some kinda slut? You literally had sexual interactions with not one, but two men on the same night.
Christ, what the hell got into you last night (aside from Choso)? Now the guilt was really settling in. It hit you earlier when you first laid eyes on Gojo but now that youâve spoken to him, itâs like you feel even worse.
How could you completely forget him last night? The guy went out of his way to show up the next morning just to make sure you were okay and yet there you were, having just been pulled away from having sex with your best friend for a second time. This was so beyond fucked up-
âYâknow if all else fails,â The sound of your brown-haired best friend speaking tugs you out of your thoughts, âYou should really consider acting because that was-â
âOh my god, Choso,â You instantly let out a long groan, turning around to glance at him standing in the nearby kitchen, âPlease shut the hell up.â
He frowns, âWhatâd I do?â
A sigh of frustration is let out, âMe. You did me, and thatâs the problem.â
His face contorts to confusion as your statement hits his ears, âHow? Itâs not like youâre dating the guy.â
He makes a rather good point there but that doesnât stop you from feeling guilty about forgetting about him and lying to him. âBut I like him.â You argue.
Choso rolls his eyes, âSo? What does that-â
âA lot,â You emphasize.
Your best friend cocks his head to the side and crosses his arms, âYou like him âa lotâ but you let me fuck you last night?âÂ
At that, your breath is caught in your throat, âIâŠâ
He heaves out a really heavy sigh, âLook, if it makes you feel any better, I wonât say anything to him.â
You meet his gaze with thankful eyes, âReally?â
âYeah,â Choso shrugs, âWe had sex, who cares. Why would I go out of my way to tell him that?â
âBecause you hate me and find joy in my suffering,â You comment jokingly.
He laughs, âI donât hate you.â
âDebatable,â You argue, âBut anyway, thanks.â
Then, you move away from the door and slowly start walking in the direction of your bedroom.
âMhm,â Choso hums, his eyes following you, âSo, are we gonna pick up where we left off or-â
Youâre quick to cut him off and not allow yourself to let him have his way with you yet againâ you feel shitty enough as is, âNot in the mood anymore, Cho.â
Choso, not fazed by your rejection in the slightest, merely nods, âAnother time then?â
The last thing you say to him is a crisp, âNo.â Before you disappear into your bedroom and shut your door behind you.
Thereâs the slightest panging felt in Chosoâs heart at the sound of that but he ignores that feeling entirely. âNoâ, you said. He scoffs, yeah right, letâs see how long that lastsâŠ
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Can u do a bakugou best friend with reader (but he likes herâŠ.)
I. so close yet so far <3 (5th August 2024)
Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
Prompt! The all time favorite of best friends to lovers trope
a/n my first ever ask! Iâm so happy!!
second part here!
Bakugou Katsuki had known Y/N since they were kids. They had grown up together, attended the same schools, and now, they were both students at U.A. High. Their bond was strong, forged through countless shared experiences, secrets, and laughter. Y/N was bubbly, carefree, and had a quirk that matched her personality perfectlyâBubble. She could create bubbles that could either imprison people or objects or explode with a force that rivaled Bakugouâs own explosive quirk.
Bakugou, on the other hand, was intense, driven, and fiercely protective of Y/N. Somewhere along the way, his feelings for her had evolved from mere friendship to something deeper. But he kept these feelings buried, afraid that confessing might ruin the perfect relationship they already had.
Their classmates often saw them together, and it wasn't long before they started to notice Bakugou's subtle affections.
"Dude, have you ever noticed how Bakugou is always with Y/N?" Kaminari whispered to Kirishima one day during lunch.
Kirishima nodded. "Yeah, it's pretty obvious he's got a thing for her. But I don't think Y/N has a clue."
"Well, they're best friends," Mina added, joining the conversation. "But do best friends really sleep together all the time and share clothes?"
The trio watched as Y/N bounced over to Bakugou, wearing one of his old t-shirts. She greeted him with a bright smile, and he responded with a rare, genuine smile of his own.
As the days passed, Bakugouâs friends became more convinced that he had feelings for Y/N. They decided to subtly encourage him to confess, but Bakugou was torn. He valued their friendship too much to risk losing it.
One evening, the Bakusquad was hanging out in the common room, and the conversation turned to relationships.
"Bakugou, do you like anyone?" Mina asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Bakugou scoffed. "None of your business, Pinky."
Kirishima nudged him playfully. "Come on, man. You can tell us. Weâre your friends."
Bakugou hesitated, glancing at Y/N, who was laughing with Jirou across the room. He sighed internally, feeling the weight of his secret crush.
"It's complicated," he muttered. "I don't want to mess things up."
Kaminari leaned in, whispering, "But do you really think Y/N doesn't feel the same way? She spends so much time with you. Maybe sheâs just waiting for you to make the first move."
Bakugou clenched his fists, frustration boiling inside him. He knew his friends were right, but the fear of ruining their friendship held him back.
Later that night, Bakugou found himself outside Y/N's dorm room. She opened the door, her face lighting up when she saw him.
"Hey, Katsuki! Whatâs up?"
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "We need to talk."
Y/Nâs smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of concern. "Is everything okay?"
Bakugou took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "Yeah, itâs just... I need to tell you something important."
Y/N sat down on her bed, patting the spot next to her. "Okay, Iâm listening."
Bakugou sat down, struggling to find the right words. "We've been best friends for a long time, right?"
Y/N nodded, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Of course. Youâre my best friend, Katsuki."
He looked into her eyes, feeling a mixture of fear and hope. "Yeah, and that's the problem. I donât want to mess things up."
Y/N looked confused. "Mess things up? What do you mean?"
Bakugou glanced around the room, feeling the pressure build. He had the perfect opportunity, but his nerves got the best of him.
"I... I just wanted to say thanks. For always being there for me," he said quickly, standing up. "You know, I donât say it enough."
Y/N smiled, relief washing over her face. "Oh, Katsuki. You know I'll always be here for you. You donât have to thank me."
Bakugou nodded, avoiding her gaze. "Yeah, well... I should get going. Training and all."
Y/N stood up, giving him a quick hug. "Take care, Katsuki."
He left her room, cursing himself for not taking the chance. But as he walked back to his own dorm, he couldnât shake the feeling that he had made the right choice. For now, their friendship would remain as it wasâstrong, unbroken, and precious.
Late at night in the quiet of the U.A. dorms, Bakugou Katsuki lay in his bed, drifting between sleep and wakefulness. The room was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Just as he was about to slip into a deeper sleep, he heard a soft knock on his door.
"Katsuki?" came a trembling voice from the other side. "Are you awake?"
Bakugou immediately recognized the voice. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Yeah, come in."
The door creaked open, revealing Y/N standing there with a worried expression. She hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, closing the door behind her.
"What's wrong?" Bakugou asked, concern lacing his voice.
"I... I had a nightmare," Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't sleep, and I didnât want to be alone."
Bakugou's heart softened. He patted the space next to him on the bed. "Come here."
Y/N walked over and climbed into his bed, nestling close to him. Bakugou wrapped his arms around her, holding her gently. He could feel her trembling, her breath shaky.
"You're safe now," he murmured, stroking her hair. "It was just a dream."
Y/N nodded, taking comfort in his presence. "Thank you, Katsuki. You're always here for me."
Bakugou tightened his hold on her, trying to ignore the pang of longing in his chest. "Of course, I am. I'll always be here for you."
Y/N snuggled closer, her breathing slowly evening out. "You're the best friend ever, Katsuki. I donât know what Iâd do without you."
Bakugou forced a smile, even though she couldn't see it. "Yeah... best friend."
As Y/N drifted back to sleep, Bakugou stared at the ceiling, his mind racing. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, how his feelings for her went far beyond friendship. But as he held her close, he realized that, for now, just being there for her was enough.
"Sleep well, Y/N," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'll always protect you."
Bakugou stood at the edge of the training field, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Y/N and Uraraka spar. Y/Nâs quirk, Bubble Burst, created shimmering, iridescent bubbles that floated around her, each one capable of popping into small explosions or trapping her opponent. Uraraka was giving it her all, using her Zero Gravity quirk to dodge and counter, but it was clear Y/N was holding her own.
Bakugou's eyes never left Y/N. He watched as she skillfully manipulated her bubbles, creating an almost mesmerizing display of light and color. Her face was lit up with determination, her movements fluid and confident. She was strong, capable, and everything he admired in a hero.
Yet, despite the pride swelling in his chest, there was an ache deep inside him. She was right there, so close, yet she felt so far out of reach. Every time she laughed or smiled, he felt his heart clench with the weight of unspoken words.
Uraraka managed to float over a particularly large bubble, giving Y/N a playful grin. "You're really good at this, Y/N! I can barely keep up!"
Y/N laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Thanks, Ochaco! You've gotten faster too!"
Bakugou clenched his fists, trying to suppress the torrent of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted to be the one sparring with her, the one making her laugh, the one she turned to when she needed support. But every time he thought about telling her how he felt, the fear of ruining what they had held him back.
He watched as Y/N created a series of bubbles that surrounded Uraraka, who quickly floated out of their reach, laughing. Y/Nâs expression was one of pure joy and concentration, and it took everything in Bakugou to not march over there and pull her into his arms.
"Hey, Bakugou!" Kirishima called from behind him, pulling him out of his thoughts. "You okay? You've been staring pretty hard."
Bakugou turned to face his friend, his usual scowl in place. "I'm fine, idiot. Just making sure theyâre training right."
Kirishima raised an eyebrow, but didnât press the issue. "Alright, if you say so. Wanna join in?"
Bakugou shook his head. "Not right now."
As Kirishima walked away, Bakugou turned his attention back to Y/N. She was closer now, laughing with Uraraka as they took a break from sparring. Her laughter was like a melody he could never tire of, and her smile was the light in his often-dark world.
All he ever wanted was right in front of him, yet he couldnât bring himself to reach out and take it. The distance between them wasnât measured in steps, but in unspoken words and unshared feelings.
One day, maybe, heâd find the courage to bridge that gap. But for now, he would remain where he was, watching her from afar, content with the knowledge that she was happy.
Even if it meant his own heart ached with the weight of longing.
The semester break had finally arrived, and Y/N found herself at the Bakugou residence, a place that felt like a second home. Mitsuki Bakugou, Katsukiâs mother, greeted her with a warm hug as she walked through the door.
âY/N! Itâs been too long!â Mitsuki beamed. âCome in, come in! Weâre just setting the table for dinner.â
Y/N smiled, feeling the familiar comfort of the Bakugou household. âThank you, Mitsuki. Itâs great to be here.â
Katsukiâs father, Masaru, gave her a gentle nod as she entered the dining room. âWelcome, Y/N. Itâs always a pleasure to have you here.â
Dinner was lively, filled with laughter and reminiscing about old times. Mitsuki loved teasing Katsuki, and tonight was no different. As they finished their meal and settled into the living room, Mitsukiâs curiosity got the better of her.
âSo, Y/N,â Mitsuki began with a mischievous grin, âhave you got any crushes at school?â
Y/N blushed, shaking her head. âNo, not really. Iâm not interested in anyone right now. Iâm happy just having Katsuki around.â
Katsuki, who was sipping his drink, nearly choked. He tried to hide his flustered reaction, but his reddening ears gave him away. Mitsuki laughed, patting Y/N on the back.
âThatâs sweet,â she said. âYou two have always been close.â
Later that night, after the lights were dimmed and the house had settled into a comfortable silence, Katsuki found himself wide awake. Y/N was fast asleep in his bed, and he couldnât stop thinking about his feelings for her. He slipped out of the room quietly, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water, only to find his father there, sipping tea at the table.
âCanât sleep?â Masaru asked, looking up at his son.
Katsuki sighed, sitting down across from him. âYeah, something like that.â
Masaru took another sip of his tea before speaking. âYou know, Katsuki, itâs clear you care about Y/N a lot. If you really like her, you should tell her.â
Katsuki looked away, his fists clenching slightly. âWhat if she doesnât feel the same? I donât want to ruin what we have.â
Masaru gave him a gentle, understanding look. âYou canât control her feelings, son. But you owe it to yourself to be honest. If she doesnât feel the same way, she wonât abandon you. Youâve been friends for too long. She values you, just as you value her.â
Katsuki sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âItâs just... hard.â
âI know it is,â Masaru said softly. âBut youâre strong, Katsuki. And no matter what happens, youâll get through it.â
Katsuki nodded, feeling a bit more resolved. âThanks, Dad.â
As he headed back to his room, he paused at the door, watching Y/N sleep peacefully in his bed. He knew he needed to tell her how he felt, but for now, he was content to let her rest, to savor these quiet moments of just being close.
He climbed back into bed carefully, lying down beside her. As he watched her breathe softly, he thought about his fatherâs words. Maybe one day, heâd find the courage to tell her. But for now, heâd cherish what they had, hoping that when the time came, heâd be ready to take that leap.
Late one evening, Bakugou lay sprawled on his bed, absently scrolling through the 1A group chat. His thumb paused over a string of messages from the girls:
Ochaco: "Did you hear? Some guy from Class 1B asked Y/N out!"
Mina: "Omg, I know! Do you think she went?"
Jirou: "She didn't mention anything to me. Maybe she kept it a secret."
Hagakure: "Why would she keep it a secret? This is huge news!"
Bakugou's grip tightened on his phone. Why hadn't Y/N told him? They always shared everything. Well, almost everything. His mind raced, picturing Y/N on a date with some random guy. The thought gnawed at him, unsettling him in ways he couldn't quite understand.
He tossed his phone aside and lay back, glaring at the ceiling. "Stupid," he muttered under his breath, reaching for his headphones and queuing up his playlist of intense, brooding music. As the heavy beats filled his ears, he tried to drown out his thoughts, but they only grew louder, replaying every interaction he'd had with Y/N over the years.
Hours later, just as he was about to drift into a fitful sleep, his door burst open. Y/N stood there, slightly out of breath, a puzzled look on her face.
"Katsuki, what's wrong? Why are you listening to this... emo music?" she asked, stepping into his room.
He sat up abruptly, pulling off his headphones. "How was your date?" he blurted out, his tone sharper than he intended.
Y/N blinked, clearly taken aback. "Date? What are you talking about?"
"The guy from Class 1B," Bakugou said, trying to keep his voice steady. "You know, the one who asked you out."
Y/N tilted her head, genuinely confused. "Oh, that. I didn't go."
Bakugou shot up from his bed, his shock evident. "Why not?"
She shrugged casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I don't know. It's hard to find someone compatible with me, I guess."
Bakugou stared at her, his emotions a whirlwind of relief and confusion. "You... didn't want to go?"
Y/N shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Nope. I'd rather spend my time with people I care about. Like you."
Bakugou felt a weight lift off his chest, but he couldn't let his guard down completely. He scoffed, trying to mask his relief. "You're such a pain, you know that?"
Y/N laughed, moving closer and plopping down on the edge of his bed. "Yeah, but you wouldn't have it any other way."
He couldn't help but smirk, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't keep stuff from me, okay?"
She nodded, her eyes sincere. "Promise."
As they settled into a comfortable silence, Bakugou felt a newfound sense of hope. Maybe one day, heâd find the courage to tell her how he really felt. But for now, he was content to just have her by his side.
The next day, Bakugou found himself sitting with the Bakusquad in the common room. Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, Sero, and Jirou were lounging around, chatting about their latest training sessions. But as soon as Bakugou entered the room, their attention shifted.
Kirishima grinned, nudging Bakugou with his elbow. "Hey, man. Howâs it going with Y/N?"
Bakugou rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. "We're best friends, nothing more. It can't go anywhere."
The group exchanged concerned glances. Mina was the first to speak up, her tone gentle but firm. "Dude, since nobody is gonna say it then I will. You do realise that best friends donât casually do the things you two do."
Kaminari nodded in agreement. "Yeah, like sleeping over all the time in the same bed, sharing clothes, spending every second togetherâŠ"
Sero raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "You two are practically inseparable."
Jirou leaned forward, her expression serious. "Have you ever considered that maybe she feels the same way about you?"
Bakugou's eyes narrowed. "Weâre just best friends. She said sheâs not interested in anyone."
Mina sighed, crossing her arms. "People donât just do all those things with someone they donât have feelings for. Youâre special to her, Bakugou."
Kirishima put a hand on Bakugouâs shoulder, his voice earnest. "You need to be honest with yourself, man. Donât let fear hold you back."
Bakugou stared at his friends, their words swirling in his mind. He knew they were right, but the fear of losing Y/Nâs friendship if she didnât feel the same way was too much to bear.
"Weâve been best friends our whole lives," Bakugou muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I donât want to ruin that."
Jirou gave him a sympathetic look. "But what if youâre missing out on something even better?"
The room fell silent as Bakugou contemplated their words. He knew he needed to figure this out, for his sake and Y/Nâs. But for now, he would have to gather the courage to take that first step.
The dorms were buzzing with excitement as the girls of Class 1-A gathered for a girls' night. Mina, Jirou, Ochaco, Tsuyu, Momo, Hagakure, and Y/N were settled in Y/Nâs room, surrounded by snacks, blankets, and the latest gossip.
After a lot of giggling and chatting about their latest adventures and crushes, Mina leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, Y/N, do you like anyone?"
Y/N shook her head, smiling softly. "Iâm not really interested in dating right now. Iâm fine with just having my best friend, Bakugou."
Jirou raised an eyebrow. "Really? No one has caught your eye?"
Y/N shrugged. "Itâs hard to find someone whoâs the same standard as him. Heâs...special."
Mina exchanged a knowing look with Jirou before asking, "Why not just go for Bakugou then?"
Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Weâre just best friends."
Before she could say anything else, Hagakure chimed in, her voice filled with curiosity. "But best friends donât usually do what you two do. You know, like sleeping over all the time in the same bed, sharing clothes, and more things I could add to the list."
Ochaco nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it sounds like there's more there than just friendship."
Tsuyu added, "Maybe what youâve been looking for is right beside you."
Y/N blinked, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "I... I never really thought about it like that."
Y/N found herself unable to focus. The words from last nightâs conversation with the girls echoed in her mind. She sat on the sidelines, watching Bakugou spar with Kirishima. His movements were precise, his strength and determination evident in every punch and kick. She couldn't help but notice how well they complemented each other, how perfect he seemed.
As she watched, she found herself checking him out, admiring his toned muscles and the intensity in his eyes. A blush crept up her cheeks as she realized she was thinking about Bakugou in a way she never had before.
Lost in her thoughts, she didnât notice Izuku approaching until he spoke. "Y/N, are you okay?"
Startled, she jumped slightly and turned to face him. "Oh, Izuku! You scared me." Izuku Midoriya was another one of her childhood friends whom she grew up with along with Bakugou.
Izuku gave her a concerned look. "Sorry about that. You seemed really deep in thought. Is everything alright?"
Y/N nodded, trying to shake off her flustered state. "Yeah, Iâm fine. Just...thinking."
Izuku raised an eyebrow. "About what?"
Y/N glanced back at Bakugou, who was still sparring with Kirishima, and sighed. "Just...stuff."
Izuku followed her gaze and then looked back at her, a knowing smile forming on his lips. "Does this 'stuff' have anything to do with Kacchan?"
Y/Nâs blush deepened, and she looked away. "Maybe."
Izuku chuckled softly. "You know, you two have always had something special. Maybe itâs time you both saw it too."
Izukuâs smile grew softer as he noticed Y/Nâs reaction. âYou know, Kacchan always been fond of you,â he said casually, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Y/N turned to him, her eyes widening in surprise. âWhat do you mean?â
Izuku looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing. âIâve known you both for a long time, and Iâve seen how heâs always been there for you. Even when we were kids, he would get really protective of you. Itâs like he always wanted to make sure you were safe and happy.â
Y/N blinked, absorbing his words. âReally?â
âYeah,â Izuku nodded. âHe never says much about his feelings, but heâs always been the first one to help when you needed it. He just never lets his guard down, so itâs easy to miss. But Iâve noticed.â
Y/Nâs heart fluttered at the thought. âI had no idea. I always thought he was just being his usual abrasive self.â
Izuku chuckled. âThatâs his way of showing he cares. He might act tough, but heâs got a big heart, especially when it comes to you. Youâve always been important to him.â
Y/N glanced back at Bakugou, who was finishing up his sparring match. Her thoughts were racing, piecing together the moments they had shared over the years in a new light. âMaybe I should talk to him.â
Izuku smiled encouragingly. âI think thatâs a good idea. Just remember, itâs okay to be open about your feelings too.â
Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. âThanks, Izuku. Iâll think about it.â
Izuku gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. âAnytime. Good luck.â
As the days went by, the rest of Class 1-A couldnât help but notice Y/Nâs noticeably different behavior around Bakugou. It started subtly but quickly became apparent to everyone.
Mina, always quick to pick up on changes, nudged Kirishima during lunch. âHey, have you noticed Y/N and Bakugou lately?â
Kirishima glanced over at the two. Y/N was laughing at something Bakugou said, a genuine, warm smile on her face. Bakugou, for once, seemed less gruff and more at ease. âYeah, I see what you mean. Theyâve been talking a lot more and⊠she looks really happy around him.â
Jirou, who was sitting nearby with her headphones around her neck, added, âI noticed that too. Y/Nâs always been close with Bakugou, but recently, itâs like sheâs more⊠attentive? I donât know how to describe it.â
Hagakure, who was peering curiously from behind a book, chimed in, âAnd Bakugouâs not being his usual loud self around her. Heâs actually listening to what she says and even laughing.â
Momo, who had been quietly observing, nodded thoughtfully. âItâs as if thereâs a new dynamic between them. I wonder if something happened?â
As they continued to discuss, Y/N and Bakugou finished their conversation and walked toward their seats. Y/Nâs face was slightly flushed, and Bakugou had a rare, relaxed smile.
Mina leaned over to Kirishima. âI bet somethingâs going on. We should find out whatâs up.â
Kirishima grinned. âDefinitely. It looks like our two friends might be getting closer. And judging by the way theyâre acting, I wouldnât be surprised if thereâs something more going on.â
Jirou laughed softly. âI think youâre right. Itâs about time they figured it out.â
As Y/N and Bakugou settled into their seats, the rest of Class 1-A exchanged knowing glances, eager to see where this new development would lead.
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Mine- Christopher Sturniolo
Summary: Youâre on stream with the triplets and you come on the screen and the chat goes CRAZY, starts hitting on you, calling you beautiful, andChris gets a little jealous and decides to remind you of who you belong toâŠ
Warnings: SMUTTTT, Dom!Chris,Sub!Reader, p in v, Unprotected sex (practice safe sex please), degradation, praising, oral (fem receiving), (idk what else i missed)
A/N: UMMM THIS WAS REQUESTED A LONG TIME AGO BUT TY FOR REQ THIS SO SORRY ITS TAKEN ME SO LONG, Chris is low-key like ROUGH in this.. Could u tell I'm ovulating
PSA: THIS IS MY WORK PLEASE AND THANK YOU DO NOT USE MY WORK AT ALL
Chris and I have been dating in the public eye for about 2 ish weeks now, but in private it's been 2 years, surprisingly the fans took it a lot better than he and I both expected. I've received more love than hate, occasionally I'll get a 14-year-old girl in my DMs or comment section talking about stealing her man or whatever.
Today was the first time the Triplets had streamed on their Twitch channel in a couple of months now, so obviously Chris invited me for our first actual Twitch stream since being out in the public eye.
âMATT YOU FUCKING SUCK, HOW DID YOU ALREADY DIE AFTER BEING IN A MATCH FOR 3 MINUTESâ Chris yells through his headset.
âHey, baby...â i slowly walk a little timid after trying to compose myself to join the stream.
Chris squeals softly excited to see me finally join the stream âHi ma, glad to see you finally keeping me companyâ he pats his lap for me to sit, and I smile softly adjusting myself on his thigh.
I giggled softly looking through the chat. âHey someone named Ellie just subscribedâ
âSHES A PRO ALREADYâ Nick yells.
Instead of focusing on the game, Chris was playing I found myself looking through their chat.
Sturnfan626: Y/N IF YOU AND CHRIS BREAK UP BE MINEE
The4thtriplet: Shes stunning oh my god
Crybaby19853: this is how I find out Chris has a girlfriend? But wait why is she like absolutely beautiful.
The chat was flooding with compliments about me and how Chris bagged me or them not understanding how Chris pulled me.
âAwe Chris your fans are so sweet lookâ I smiled at him as he glanced at the chat screen his eyes darkened watching 35k people hitting on me, and even a couple wanting me to start an Onlyfans which to protect my sanity and privacy I would never.
âYeah I know I got a hot girlfriendâ Chris sort of rolls his eyes before focusing his eyes back to the screen.
âThank you, everyone,â I softly giggle as Chrisâ hand snaked around my waist gripping it a little hard.
I was bombarded with comments in the chat, responding to questions about Chris and me while the boys kept playing Fortnite. Unbeknownst to me, it was disturbing Chris, as he began muttering curse words under his breath, a rare occurrence unless he's truly angry.
âI don't know about you guys but I'm super fucking tired,â Chris says while clicking out of the match, now using both of his hands and wrapping them around my waist.
âBYE EVERYONE WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR JOINING OUR STREAM TONIGHTâ Nick yells kissing the camera.
âweâll see you when we see you,â Matt says ending the stream
Chris groans as the stream ends leaning back in his chair and running his fingers through his hair. âGet on the bedâ
âHm?â I turn my head to face him furrowing my eyebrows.
âYou fucking heard me Y/N, donât be a fucking stubborn bratâ Chris says coldly.
âO-okayâ I obeyed hopping off his lap walking around to the bed and lying down resting myself on my elbows.
Chris walked over hovering over me between my legs and caressing my cheek with his thumb âSuch a greedy fucking whore,â he chuckled softly âfishing for compliments from other peopleâ he shook his head leaning down and colliding his lips with mine hungrily. He wrapped his hand around my throat applying just the right amount of pressure getting a soft moan out of me, sending an invitation to explore my mouth. While exploring my mouth his hand travels down my body yanking down the sleep shorts I walked around the house in all day making them bunch up around my ankles. He pulls away softly smirking down at me fully removing my underwear and the rest of my shorts throwing them across the room.
He settles between my legs using his finger and gliding it up and down my wet, aching pussy. âSo fucking beautiful,â he says as his voice drops into a husk. He analyzes my face as he slowly glides his finger into me watching as my breath hitches. âAnd so fucking wetâ he chuckled dipping his head down and kitty-licking my clit while pumping his finger in and out of me.
âO-oh s-s-shit Chrisâ i moan out âs-so fucking goodâ
He harshly sucks my clit taking it between his teeth while he adds a second finger into me curling his finger up and hitting that hard-to-reach spot.
My back arches off the mattress watching him enjoy every inch of me in his mouth. he began pumping faster into me making my moans turn into whimpers âS-So f-fucking closeâ I breath out.
Chris groans against the taste of my arousal all over his mouth âCumâ he mutters diving into my pussy like his last meal, pumping faster in and out of me.
âCHRISâ I squeal finally snapping that knot in my abdomen all over his mouth and fingers. I sit up balancing my weight against my elbows looking at him and wiping his mouth against his forearm and undressing himself.
âThe first one was free, youâre working for the next fewâ he grins beginning to take off his boxers as his aching, red cock.
My eyes widened âW-what?â I stuttered.
âYou didn't think I was done with you, did you?â he comes now laying between my legs, his face just inches away from mine, and rubbing his cock through my sensitive folds.
I softly nodded batting my eyelashes at him. âOh? Don't be so naive babyâ he coos, continuing to rub his tip against my folds. âI'm far from done with youâ his chuckle was almost sadistic, I'd never seen him like this but holy mother of pearl it was turning me on so fucking fast.
He aligned his cock with my entrance pushing his tip in slowly then pulling back out a couple of times, teasing my entrance, making me whine from the loss of contact. âYou want it?â he says grabbing my chin and making me look at him.
I nodded violently stuffing my bottom lip out for him. âYou beg for what you want Y/Nâ his voice turned husk.
âP-please Chrisâ I whined as his tip continued to push in and out of me.
âPlease what, princess?â he glides his thumb over my bottom lip while giving me a faux sympathy look on his face.
âP-please fuck me, Chris,â I stated confidently swallowing a lump in my throat.
He chuckles before pushing his length farther into me âSuch a pretty mouth, begging so nicelyâ he smirks fully bottoming out in me, making my eyes touch my brain.
"God you don't know how bad I missed fucking this little pussy of yours," Chris smirked. "That's right, princess. I want you until you see fucking stars. I won't even fucking stop if someone sees or hears. You're mine, understand? You're my little fuck toy," he husked.
I whimpered at his words. I'd never been more aroused than I was right then. He began to regain his fast pace, as I cried out in pleasure.
"Fuck, Chris!" I shouted. This seemed to turn Chris on even more as he thrust into me even harder, making my tits bounce.
"Chris, Chris, Chris," I moaned.
Chris grunted, leaned his head towards my neck, and latched his lips onto my soft skin. He took my skin in between his teeth and sucked forcefully.
"That's gonna leave a mark, Chris, stop," I Whined.
He pulled away and smirked. "I know, that's the point, you dirty little slut, I want people to see you belong to MEâ his thrusts maintained a brutal pace while attacking my cervix.
âF-Fu-Fuckkâ I stuttered as my legs began to shake around his torso. âCl-Closeâ I choked out.
âNoâ his voice husked in my ear as his hand made a fist next to my head to support his weight and his harsh movements. âDo you deserve to cum?â he hummed in my ear.
âY-yes p-lease, Chrisâ I begged between my moans.
âYou Cum with me or not at all got it?â he grunts out sitting up and wrapping his hand around my throat and squeezing the sides just enough to make the pleasure more intensifying.
âMhm,â I moaned out looking at him and giving him doe-eyes that I knew he couldn't resist.
âNu-uh, words, understand?â he squeezed my throat a little harder.
âY-Yes s-Sirâ i wept, the pleasure of him repeatedly pounding my cervix and the way his veins popped out of his forearm while wrapped around my throat became almost uncontrollable, the knot in my stomach could burst at any moment now.
He smirked at my response âMy greedy girl, just so pitiful, begging for that release,â he grunted âHold it for a couple of seconds okay, beautiful? Can you do that for me?â he bit his lip removing his hand from my throat to brush the hair on my face away, smiling down at me.
âC-Cantâ I shook my head squeezing my eyes shut as tears of overstimulation began forming at the corners of my eyes.
âYes, you can pretty girl, I'm almost there alright? Just keep squeezing me so good babyâ he moves his hand down my body slowly and agonizing down to my clit and toying with it while maintaining his attack on my pussy.
âFUCKâ I squeal arching my back off the bed. My moans became whimpers as my makeup began to run from the tears now streaming down my face âC-Cum-Cummingâ I let out a scream of pleasure as my orgasm hit me like 14 busses and I squirted all over him and everything else in the way.
âThat's it,â he coos âKeep cumming for me, let it all outâ he continued as his thrusts became sloppier chasing after his own release. ïżŒ
âSuch a good fucking girl for me baby,â he smiles as his last couple of thrusts in me painted my once pink walls a nice shade of white. He slowly pulls out of me being careful not to hurt me. âLet me clean you up yeah?â his smile made me smile back at him as he left quickly to his bathroom to grab a lukewarm washrag. He slowly drags it down my legs and carefully wipes my cum covered pussy making me wince âI know ma, I knowâ he coos throwing the rag into the pile of clothes we left on the floor.
âYou okay?â he chuckled admiring my fucked-out expression.
âMhm, I'm goodâ I smiled moving my body to face his
âI wasn't too rough on you was I?â he smiles moving my hair behind my ears.
âHonestly, you were perfectâ I smiled leaning into his touch.
âI'm sorry I got a little possessive, I'm trying to get used to the whole âthe public relationshipâ type thing, I'm still used to keeping you my little secret,â he says softly kissing my forehead and pulling my body closer to his.
A pound at the door quickly broke up this once peaceful pillow talk moment âHEY FREAKS!â Nick yells âSOME OF US ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEPâ he continued before walking away from the door and slamming his own door.
Chris and I chuckled as I nuzzled my head into his chest. âDo you wanna watch Sponge Bob? Or gossip girl?â he says running his fingers through my hair
âWhatever you wantâ I smiled before fastly falling asleep wrapped in his arms.
Chris looked at me falling asleep on him smiled down at me shook his head, admiring how peaceful and soundly I slept intertwined with his own body.
A/N PT2: GUYS IDK WHAT HORMONE MONSTER ATTACKED ME BUT LIKE I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS!! I love you all and i hope you all have a blessed and amazing day! đ©·
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