#i don't even want to think of the noise their shoes made. squeak squeak!

[hurlumerlu]

Thinking of the bowling scene is an exercice in contrasting emotions because on the one hand Kant really offered Bison to run away with him. And recreated the Northern Lights just for him. In the one place they had met without lies.

On the other hand I cannot believe they fucked on a bowling lane.

[ninikrumbs]

risk

basketballplayer satoru gojo x reader. fluffy fluff. feat. a bit of geto, shoko and utahime.

The roar of the crowd resonates throughout the entirety of the huge gymnasium. People wearing different colors of the team they're rooting for, already screaming and hyping each other up like they all drank a can of red bull beforehand.

Amidst the noise, the squeaking of shoes could also be heard from your place at the top of the bleachers. You can see the players warming up on each side. The sight of a familiar white head of hair made your heart skip though he was too focused to notice you were even here.

You take a deep breath in as your nervous gaze swipes through the area. You bit your lip, hands fidgeting, not knowing what to do. Deciding to come here was a last minute decision, a whim, a risk. So you failed to inform anyone of your attendance, including the man who's last name was currently printed on the back of the jersey you were wearing .

Its not like you haven't been here before. You've come to countless practices, just not an official match. And in the thick of the crowd, you can't locate your friends that were surely here. You could feel pairs of eyes burning a hole on your back, probably wondering why you were wearing the jersey of the basketball teams star player.

Maybe, you should have thought this through. You didn't need to come here, you could have caught the next game where you could have actually told Satoru and your friends you were coming. Then you could have avoided this awkward situation.

But all of those thoughts gets push back when your mind races to Satoru's dejected eyes.

"Its okay, sweets. You don't have to go tomorrow." Satoru assured you as he brushes a stray hair away from your face.

You sat on the kitchen counter, with Satoru between your thighs, his big hands squeezing your hips comfortingly. "But you want me to go."

"I do wanna see my gorgeous girl cheering me on from the sidelines," You rolled your eyes at that, making him chuckle. "But, I don't want you to feel pressured. If your not comfortable making out relationship public yet then its fine."

And you know he means it. He has been nothing short of perfect throughout this budding relationship of yours. Sure, he can be a bit childish, but you liked that about him. In fact, it is still a mystery to you how you landed him in the first place. Though your insecurities had no time to properly take root with how Satoru showers you constant praises and compliments. Its like he wants your head to get as big as his, which you think is near impossible.

"Are you sure, Toru?"

He nods before pressing a kiss to your forehead, "Im sure, baby. There are still plenty of games this season. Missing this one doesn't matter."

Yet you couldn't help but notice the downhearted look in his eyes that he tried to hide by slapping on a dorky grin, but even that looked a little forced.

At that moment, the apartment doorbell rang. "Ooh, must be the pizza!" Satoru immediately started walking to the door, leaving you to your thoughts.

Its not like you didn't want to go. God knows you want nothing more than to scream your heart out as you sat on the bleachers with Shoko and Utahime. Its just the thought of everyone finding out that you were dating the star player of one of the most renowned universities in the country is a tad intimidating. Not to mention the scary fans, that look like they would have shrines built for Gojo and immediately despising anything that would come in between them and their idol.

Having a history with bullying in high school, you weren't good with hate, with the backtalking, the whispering and countless of judgemental eyes on you. Plus, sometimes your overthinking mind wins when Satoru isn't around, what if you broke up? Then everyone would know that you got dumped and that would be a million times embarrassing. Is this new relationship really worth the risk?

You sighed, damn you really needed to get a grip and grow a spine one of these days. Satoru walked back to the kitchen all giddy with two pizza boxes in hand. He grinned as he opened them one by one on the table. "Here's my pizza with cheese and crumbled oreo cookies on top."

His pizza choices made your nose scrunch everytime. "And here's your triple cheese pizza, and I got some lactaid in advance so your tum-tum won't get all weird."

You pursed your lips, your inner spiraling made you a bit emotional, as you hastily try to blink back the tears that were starting to form. Stupid Toru, It was your heart that got all weird and warm. He said that like it wasn't a big deal, like he didn't know that were gonna be deeply moved that he remembered. It really was the little things that got to you. He turns around to get the pizza cutter in one of the drawers.

Hastily, you jump down the counter and hugged him from behind. You embraced his waist tightly, nuzzling your head on his clothe back.

"Woah, whats this for? " He said, startled. "Not that Im complaining. Jump me all you want." He chuckled, clasping his big hands over your smaller ones.

"Nothing," You murmured, breathing in his scent. "I don't think you know how much I appreciate you, Toru."

Yes, you were a bit scared. But if there was anyone you would dive head first for, it was this man right here. Satoru was worth the risk.

"Well, there are someways you can sho-"

"Satoru Gojo!"

Yeah, you'd sleep on it.

So here you are. You showed up for him and somehow also for you. You were proud to be his girlfriend, jealous fans be damn. You weren't about to disappoint one of the best things that ever happened to you just because of a bunch of unwelcomed stares and whispers.

Thankfully not a minute to soon, a familiar voice calls out your name and you turn to see Shoko's surprise face that converted into a wide grin. "You actually came!"

You let out a breath of relief, finally a friendly face. "Shoko, you have no idea how glad I am to see you."

"You should've told me you were coming!" She excitedly pulls you by the arm, leading you down the stairs to the front of the bleachers, bumping into a few people that curiously stares at your oversized jersey, "That idiot is gonna be jumping hoops once he sees you."

Finally, the both of you made it to the seats right in front of where the team was warming up. Utahime jumps and gives you a hug. Obviously pleased with your arrival. "Hell yeah! Now we're a three girl cheer squad!"

Before you could take a seat Shoko pulls you by the arm once more, making you face the court. She puts a hand to her mounth as she yells, "Yo! Gojo! Look who's here!"

Suguru who hears the commotion first, nudges Satoru by the arm with a satisfied smirk on his face. Satoru turns his head, confused. His eyes lands on Shoko then on her hand that was obnoxiously pointing right on the top of your head.

The moment his eyes lands on you, he took a double take, as if he wasn't sure if his eyes were deceiving him. Clarity seems to find him as half a second later he beams at you, a wide grin breaking on his face, his bright blue eyes sparkling delight and happiness. He immediately ran towards you, screaming. "You came! You freaking came!"

You squeal as you were swept off your feet in seconds and into Gojo`s warm embrace, spinning you around in glee. You couldn't help but giggle at his unrestrained reaction, "Toru, put me down. Im getting dizzy!"

Unwillingly, he place you back on the ground, but he still held you flushed against him by the waist. "You're here, you're actually here. I just can't believe you're here."

You put your hands on his chest, rubbing soothingly as you look up at him shyly. "I couldn't miss my boyfriend's first game of the season now, could I?"

His cerulean eyes soften, gazing at you so tenderly, lips smiling gingerly, "You didn't have to do this, pretty."

"I know, but I wanted to."

Honestly, you didn't expect that you coming here would mean so much to him but the pure joy in his eyes were undeniable. How did you ever think of passing this up?

He rubs soft circles on your waist, eyes glancing at your outfit as he noticed you wearing a jersey. "Wait, are you wearing my.."

You laugh at his surprise. Pulling away, you give him a little twirl, showing off the huge Gojo printed on the back. "Of course I am. Whose else would I wear?"

"No, Its just-"

"Should I have worn Nanami's? but that wouldn't be appropria-"

You were cut short as he pulls you back to him possessively, tucking his face into your neck, making you laugh "No! You're mine!"

You could practically hear the crowd talk and whisper at Gojo's displays of affection, but honestly you didn't care right now. The only thing you cared about was the man that clung on to you like someone was about to steal you away from him.

Laughing softly, you manage to hug him back. "Im kidding, Satoru."

"Not funny." He pouts.

A tap to Satoru's back snaps the both of you out of the your little bubble. Its was Suguru, "The game's bout to start, man."

Satoru reluctantly untangles himself from you. "Yeah, yeah. Ill be right there."

"Hurry up, you can flirt with your girlfriend later."

He waves Geto off nonchalantly before he faces you again. He was gonna get scolded by his coach at this point. You push him away playfully to the direction of the court, "Go! I'll be right here."

Warm knuckles brushes your cheeks as he nods. "Cheer real loud for me, okay?" Your cheeks heat up as you give him a determined nod, "You got it!"

Geto practically drags him away from you. Halfway through the court though, he runs back to where you were standing.

"Toru?" You tilt your head.

He grins cheekily as he says, "I forgot something." Warms hands cup your face as he leans down and presses his lips to yours, your hands flew to his wrists as you kiss him back. Lips molding against his. It was short yet intense. It made your toes curl and your head spin.

"Gojo! " Utahime`s screeching voice flits through the air. "Save the kissing after the game when you win and actually deserve it!"

Gojo chuckles as he breaks away, a light blush dusting his cheeks. Your mind was still in a daze when he winks at you. "Nah, I already know Im winning."

Yep, he's definitely the risk that you would take over and over again.

Youre the risk, Im gonna take it. Obessed with this song lately.

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Shihai Kuroiro x Reader🍋 - Helping Hand

Kinktober 2024 - VIII

Handjob + Oral

Summary: Your mysterious roommate, Kuroiro has a habit of sneaking into your room at night. Who knows what he'll find if he doesn't start knocking?

Warnings: Teasing, mutual masterbation, oral (f!receiving),handjob, creeping, perv!Kuroiro

You thought this arrangement would be fine when he moved in. He worked at night and you worked in the daytime, you both essentially had the apartment to yourselves. But occasionally, Kuroiro would come home a little early from patrols, finding you were still awake, just barely.

The first time this occurred, he slinked into the dwelling, kicking out of his shoes and hanging his keeps, only to hear faint noises of distress coming from your room. Initially, he was concerned, which drove him to check on you, seeping into the shadows of the dark living room, and coming out in the corner of your room.

However, nothing could have possibly prepared him to find you splayed out on your bed, legs spread towards him, desperately rubbing tight circles the flesh there. His fist tightened at his sides and he choked a bit, holding his palm to his mouth to keep quite. He marvelled at how your hips lifted off the mattress in strained, jerky movements.

You were so close and he waited with baited breath to see you unravel. And when you did, it broke something insider of him. Your quiet, shy roommate developed an obsession with you that would lead him to your bedroom nearly every night, on the off chance he might catch you again.

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Tonight was one such night. Kuroiro slipped into the living room nearly an hour earlier than usual, and to his delight, you'd just begun to softly whimper. But there was one thing that made this instance different. It was how you chanted his name on raggedy breaths. He froze for a moment, thinking you'd actually heard him come in but no. You had no idea he was even off work, let alone home.

Approaching your room, he moved through the shadows, finding you in the same position as always: legs swead wide, bent at the knees, flat on your back. He could hear you much more clearly now, his blood running cold from the quiver in your voice as he curiously drew closer.

"A-Ah, Shihai...!" You whined, dipping your fingers into your core. You never called him by his first name to his face, he thought bitterly. But all this time, you'd been praying it in the dead of night? That did take a good deal of his iritation away. "Y-Yeah, just like that, oh-!"

Kuroiro swallowed dryly, silently slinking closer, almost enough to touch as his hand hovered over your knee. "Y-Yeah, you like that?" He muttered, making you jolt, gluing your thighs together in panic. You couldn't believe he'd caught you, how humiliating! "H-Hey, don't stop on my account..." He soothed, finally setting his hand on your knee, stroking it with his thumb.

"I-I'm so sorry!" You squealed, too embarrassed to realize how badly he wanted you. "I-I'm so gross, oh my gosh!"

"Hey, hey, don't be like that," He cooed, placing his other hand on your other knee, slowly prying them apart. "I'm not mad, promise."

"Y-You're not?" You squeaked, peeking out from your fingers as you covered your face with your hands.

"Nah," He answered softly, pushign your legs apart as far as they'd been before, letting his hands slide down your inner thighs and back up again. "In fact... why don't I give you a hand?"

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Your fists firmly tugged at petwer hair as you writhed benath his touch, breathing soft praises into the still air. Kurioro sat on the floor on his knees, having dragged you to the edge of the bed, his face hiding between your thighs. You were still reeling from behing caught and now here we was, devouring you like a man starved. One of his arms wrapped aroun your thigh to keep you still, and the hand was in his lap, needily jerking to soothe the ache. You tasted so sweet, he just couldn't help himself as he groaned against you, his eyes rolling back as he lost himself.

"S-Shihai..." You whispered and his name in your voice hit him like a truck.

He let out an almost pained groan, dragging his head up, eyes peeking over your public bone, his lips closing around your clit. "Y-Yeah...?"

"I-I'm close..." You warned shyly, almost as if you weren't sure if he'd appreciate you cumming on his face.

"That's good, baby," He rasped, suckling firmly on that bundle of nerves. "Want you to."

"B-But..." You weakly protested, squirming under his attention. "What about you...?"

"I'll get off, don't worry," He pulled back a bit, smiling up at you, his heart swelling at your worry. "Wanna get you off first."

You relented as the feelinging inside your stomach began to subside. After a moment, you spoke up again. "U-Uhm, Shihai?"

He sighed playfully as you interupted him again, just as he stuck his tongue out. "Yeah?"

"C-Can I uhm..." You paused, too shy for your own good. " Can I... h-help you too? A-After?"

He softened a bit at your request, grinning brightly in the moonlight. "Awe, sweet thing, you wanna jerk me off?" You nodded meekly. "'Course you can..." He lowered his head back down, licking a slow, slobbery stripe up the length of your slit. "But first, let's get you there, 'kay?"

Now that he knew what you liked, he brought you back to the edge in no time at all, eagerly pushing you over it with no hesitation. He reveled in how you tugged at his hair, writhing and tossing in bed, thighs trembling under his hands. But far better than that was the way you sobbed for him, so sensitive and shy, singing like a siren at his touch.

The scene was almost too much for him, and he had to sweeze his fingers in a ring at the base of his cock to keep himslef from cumming before you could ever touch him. Nevertheless, he rode you out until you fell still, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. After he was sure you were done, he peppered a few kisses to your oversensitive mound and inner thighs berfore pulling himself up.

"Scoot over, baby," He cooed, pulling back the covers as he walked to the side of the bed, reaching up and pulling his shirt over his head, and pushing his pants down his legs. You shifted over a few inches, too tired to really move and he climbed in beside you, lightly nudging you over further until he was no longer in danger of falling off.

Like puzzle pieces, you immediately clicked together, his arm draped around your shoulder, pulling you close as your cheek rested against his chest. "You still wanna?" He asked softly, noting how exhausted you were. "I don't mind doing it myself."

"I want to," You confirmed, reaching out for his tented boxers before pulling your hand away apprihensively.

"Go ahead, I won't bite." He enoucraged patiently, guiding your hand to his waistband. You obediently dipped your fingers into his boxers, grazing his shaft and he gave an overexaggerated groan to boost your confidence. "A-Ahh, baby..."

Happy with his reaction, you fully reached in, gripping his base and pulling his cock out of his boxers, stroking lazily. He let out a genuine sigh of relief when you finally began really touching him, obsessed with how soft your hands were against his sensiltive flesh. You smiled tiredly at his reaction, milking a pearl of pre from his tip befroe smearing it as far as it would reach. "Ah, fuck..." He groaned, resting his head against yours. "J-Just a little faster baby- yeah, just like that..." His breathes became ragged when you immediately obliged, stroking him a bit faster, pumping him from base to tip each time.

Soon his hand wrapped around yours to guide you into the perfect rythme, mind clouded with nothing but the need for satisfcation. You didn't mind as your wrist had begun to tire from the awkward angle it was at. Whatever he needed to do to get there, you were fine with, you were just happy to help.

In what felt like mere minutes, his breath hitched and he squeezed you tighter, wanting you as close as possible as he used your hand to pump short, jittery strokes near his tip. "Shit, baby, that's perfect, don't stop..." Seconds later, thick white ropse spurted out from betwen your hands, jumping into the air before coating your fingers. He confinued to fist himself, well after his aftershocks had taken over.

For a moment, he just laid there, sitcky hand still wrapped aorund yours. "Shihai...?" You asked worriedly, nuzzling his cheek with yoru head. " You okay...?"

"Better than okay," He smiled groggily. "Think I'm in heaven."

[d6volution]

OK. I know I’ve been requesting a lot BUUUT. You’re like my favorite writer SO!

May I request a Submissive obsessive Jax! With a praise and maybe,, a mommy kink . X Goth Fem reader

basically, Jax is like obsessed with her, he’s head over heels.! Basically will do anything but of course with hesitation cause of his certain personality. Well. Reader is a slut, and is sexually frustrated. But she talks Jax into breaking the filter just for her, and she uses him to get out her pent up arousal.

alright, this will act as a loose part 2 to my first subby jax fic as well! which can be found here.

tags: submissive!jax , dom!femreader, overstim, light bondage, oral sex, nipple play

(sorry for any typos or mistakes 🙇🏾‍♀️ )

"Ahn.. y/n.." Jax pants, pumping himself into his fist. Imagining you in his mind, that soft yet unwavering expression of yours. 'Taking care of yourself all alone..? Naughty boy, we'll have to do something about that hmm?' He replicated your voice in his head as best as he could. And his hips began to stutter at the notion of you having a reason to punish him again. His dick twitched and throbbed in his hand, ropes of cum shooting from his tip. He panted as he went soft in his own hand. His cheeks were a deep crimson as he gazed at the ceiling. 

He'd soon have to make you aware of the monster you created. He couldn't stop thinking about you, hell he couldn't even get off anymore unless he was imagining you.. this must be some sort of karma .. or cosmic joke. Him? With a mommy kink? It's more likely than you think. 

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You were acutely aware of Jax's presence lately. You caught him staring at you more often, or ending up in the same place as you just moments later. He thought you didn't notice, since you failed to comment on his behavior, and you wanted to keep it that way. At least for now. You wanted him to realize that he had to come to you if he wanted more. He needed to admit to himself and you both that he needed something only you could give him. Unfortunately, you knew it wouldn't be that easy. Jax was rather stubborn. But, so were you.

And you guys had nothing else to do. So, let the games begin.

Jax was frustrated and after a few hours of deliberation he finally made up his mind, he needed to at least smell you again. Surely he could get in and out of your room without you noticing, like he'd done time and time before. "C'mon Jax, don't be a wuss.." He urged himself and used the key to open your room door. It unlocked with a soft click and he slipped inside without making a sound.

He could hear water running from the bathroom and immediately stuck to the wall as if it were going to make him disappear.. he stood there for a moment. Chest heaving but he realized.. it was the shower.

The shower?

Whatever higher power was out there, had to be doing this on purpose. They knew Jax couldn't resist trying to take a peek.

He shuffled over to the door , which happened to be left cracked open. And there you were, body slightly hidden by the steam and foggy glass. He could still make out the curves of your body and it was enough to make his pants feel tight already. He felt his cheeks flush from how worked up he was getting so quickly.

He cursed to himself and began to palm his bulge, still watching you wash off the grime from todays adventure.

With a squeak , the showers knob turned off the water abruptly and Jax began to panic.

"I know you're out there.~" You hummed before chuckling, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around your body. He froze— ears shooting straight up, and swallowed... slowly backing away from the bathroom door attempting to make an escape. Unfortunately he tripped over one of your shoes and fell on his ass with a thud.

"So much for bein' lady like, ya know you should really clean up in here tooTS!.." his voice cracked and before he could readjust himself to stand your foot was in between his legs.

"w.. what the hell—!" You pressed down against his bulge and the noise that left his mouth was adorable.

"I don't remember giving you permission to come into my room.. so what makes you think you have the right to judge it?" Your heel grinded against his bulge and he ground, gripping your ankle.

"L.. Listen dollface, I.. just forgot somethin' in your room the other day, sheesh cut me a br..break..!" You heel shifted again before you finally removed your foot.

"Mm.. is that so? That still doesn't explain you peeking in on me showering.." You smirked at him and he avoided eye contact. "Yeah, well maybe don't leave your bathroom door open.." He mumbled,

"Oh, don't go pouting.... you could ... easily make it up to me." You said casually, and he was attempting to stand back up but you stopped him midway as he knelt. Keeping him there on his knees instead. "Stay like that."

"What? I don't think so babe, w-we're not doin' this again." Jax said, lying right through his teeth. Because, he didn’t move.

No, at this point he was trying to convince himself he didn't want this. Even though you've been plaguing his every waking thought since then.

"Oh? We aren't? Then why aren't you moving..?" You asked , standing above him. Arms crossed over your chest. Your hair was still damp, and a bit of water clung to your body here and there.

"........" Jax was silent and you smiled, "C'mon Jax.. it's just the two of us in here. I haven't told anyone about your last session together." You tried to reassure him. "You're safe with me, let me take care of you..~" You purred, because in all reality you wanted him too. Just as badly.

You were just better at hiding it is all.

"What.. do you want me to do..?" Jax said looking up at you with puppy dog eyes and you sat down on the edge of your bed,  arching a finger.. silently beckoning him.

He instinctively went to stand but you shook your head slowly and he sighed more in embarrassment than anything as he crawled towards you.. the closer he got the more your legs spread. He almost forgot you were literally naked until he saw your glistening folds between your plush thighs.

He was staring directly at your cunt, his cock throbbing in his pants as he now set directly in front of your spread legs. "Well?"

His hand gripped your thigh and you lightly smacked it. "Where are your manners Jax?" You said with faux disappointment and his ears seemed to flatten just a little, "Please..?" He said, in more of a question,  not sure what you expected from him.

"That's more like it.." He felt a goosebumps along his body, and he didn't hesitate in burying his face between your likes much like the animal he was.

You hummed and leaned back on your elbow, he was eager. Missing your scent and taste, his long tongue flicked at your clit flattening against your cunt as a whole. You grabbed at one his ears , pulling him closer and he winced but.. didn't protest to the bit of pain. It only made him more eager to please.

'so good.. mine.. mine.. nn.. need to taste all of you. want to make mommy happy.' He thought to himself , losing himself in your taste as he thrusted his tongue in and out of your tight hole.

You were panting, hand unraveling from his ear and pushing head away, "Mn.. Jax.. baby, let's.. try something.." He wasn't budging at first, you had to use a lot of force to push him away from feasting between your thighs.

"And stop doin' this ..? nu-uh, not until you cum babe—" His trailed off and soon his voice went silent as you were peering down at him with a risen eyebrow.

"Do you wanna cum together or not?" Your voice was firm and that expression he made caused you to smirk. It was laced with obedience and submission. He was trying hard to hide it but you always made him slip.

He nodded his head obediently.

"Good boy."

"How do you feel about being tied up again..? Was that too much for you..?" You asked sweetly, sitting up so you could caress his flushed face.

"N.. Nothin' I can't handle doll.. got a thing for seeing me all stringed up?" He tried to joke.

"Oh, of course, my little rope bunny."

If he thought his erection couldn't get any worse, he was wrong. Good thing you noticed him straining against his overalls. "Let's get those off hmm?" You said and tugged at said overalls.

You have him permission to stand so he could remove his clothes,  and that he did. What he wasn't expecting a for you to slide your hands along his waist and pull him towards you. "You're so pretty.~" His waist was so thin but still firm along with the rest of his body , a vast difference from the thick shaft standing tall in between his legs.

"You could take a picture, it would last longer." Jax retorted, again hiding behind humor to mask his embarrassment.

"You what... I think I will.." You smiled and stood up, still somewhat dwarfed by his height you pushed him down onto the bed. He bounced on the plush blankets and you were quick to follow him onto the bed. He didn't even notice you quickly swipe your rope from the night stand.

"What's wrong little bunny? Not chickening out are we?" You asked, noticing his gaze on his wrists as you expertly tied them to the headboard once again.

"What? N—No.." He muttered and you positioned yourself on his lap, his dick pressed up against your warm folds. Slowly your hips rocked against him, teasing him with the warmth and wetness you could offer. "Mnh.." You moaned and he felt goosebumps along his skin. His eyes shut, but soon shot back open when he felt your lips around his nipple.

"W..What are you— ah!" He yelped when you nibbled at the senstive bud on his chest, you could feel him throbbing against you. He was enjoying it. So you continued until he was panting mess and precum was dribbling from his tip.

"So turned on just from this..? So cute.."

"Please.. just need to be inside ya doll, to touch you.."

You chuckled and kept one hand circling his nipple before pinching it, "You know what I like to be called dear, behave and maybe you'll get what you want.~"

"Please.. mommy.. n..need to be inside you.." He whimpered as you gently tugged at his nipple again and finally lined yourself up with his throbbing size, you slowly sunk down onto him.. deliberately taking your time. Unfortunately for him this was the final straw, his dick convulsed and he shot ropes of cum into your cunt before he was fully sheathed inside of you.

He cursed under his breath.

"Did you just..? Oh, baby. Doesn't mean we're done yet." Luckily for you he didn't even get soft, but he did get senstive.

"Hhh..ha.. w-wait.." He tried to catch his breath but you slammed your hips down onto him and he moaned, hips jerking as you bounced up and down on top of him. His shaft pumping in and out of your slick.

Jax strained against the ropes, it was too much. His dick was still so senstive but you wouldn't let up, he couldn't supress the whines and pleas escaping his lips in desperation.

"Mn.. d.. don't worry Jax mommy is .. almost there.. hha.." Your hips kept moving, losing that rhythm it once had and becoming more sporadic until you finally convulsed and squeezed around his already throbbing cock. Causing him to cum again on the spot. "Mnh.." Your legs finally gave out and you laid on his chest. Content with the feeling of his warm seed spilling past your stuffed cunt. "Mnh.. good boy.. see I went easy on you..~" You chuckled and he rolled his eyes.

"Mn.. next time maybe you shouldn't be so easy on me.. I can take it ya know." He huffed.

"Oh, yeah? I'll keep that in mind."

[kaethefangirl]

Instead of thinking of prompts and forgetting them I decided to start writing tiny little fics ab them

Ling stares down at the kid in front of him as he walks directly behind him — maybe he's too close because he accidentally stepped on the back of the kid's shoes more than once but whatever, it's college, he probably won't even see him again.

"And you're sure you know where the robotics class is?" Ling asks for the third time.

The kid nodded shortly and didn't even spare Ling a glance. He hadn't looked at Ling at all, for that matter. The air was awkward and Ling was overly-conscious of every step he took and the way his sneakers squeaked against the newly polished university floors.

He gulped and it seemed as if the noise echoed throughout the entire hall, but theres no way it was audible to anyone except himself. The boy he was following turned his head slightly to shoot Ling a quizzical look.

Well, when in doubt—

Ling took a deep breath before breaking the silence. "I've been skipping for the past few weeks— for a very good reason, mind you— but I hear the professor is cool. I also hear he's hot but that's neither here nor there. Professor Mustang, I think."

Talk. He'd made lots of friends this way, with his inability to stay silent.

The short blonde kid replied with a grunt.

"I didn't really want to take this class to begin with but Lan Fan — my best friend — she forced me to fill my schedule and I thought robotics sounded cool so, you know, here we are."

"Fascinating."

Ling furrowed his brows. Was the kid anti-social or did Ling make a bad impression earlier...?

"I'm Ling."

Another grunt.

"What's your name?" Ling pressed. He was going to make this kid like him.

"Ed."

"Ed. Cool. You must have robotics too?"

"You could say that."

"I didn't know freshmen could take this class," Ling smiled, hoping he'd just insinuated that Ed was smart.

"Not a freshman." Ed grinds out. Ling's jaw snaps shut at the tone of voice. God, the last time Ling has felt this socially awkward was when he first transferred to a public middle school.

He felt a tension between them that he was itching to get rid of. "Today there's a substitute. He's known around campus for being super bitchy. But he's also won a Nobel prize! Hey—" Ling happened to turn his head and he caught a view of one of the trophy cases. Inside of which was a framed picture of a Nobel prize being handed to—

"Why is he handing the award to you...?" Ling visibly deflated as he slowly turned his head back to the short blonde.

"You're the substitute, aren't you?"

"Yep."

"Kill me."

Finally, Ed laughed. It was loud and boyish and Ling loved it. He always loved to make people smile.

"Look, kid—" Ed starts.

"I'm 21! Not a kid."

"I'm 22, and I say you are."

"No way you're older than me! You're so sh—"

"Don't say it!"

"Say what? Shor—"

"Stop!"

[writingwarden]

The Begrudging Adventures of Magnus the Human and Dave the Vampire.

@lamone-gerkin wanted Vampire and Human friendship shenanigans so here they are!

Word Count- 1k

[A/N- Most of this was written on mobile so it might be formatted weird!]

If you would have asked Magnus how he ended up with the grand old house as a broke college student, he would have offered you it for fajitas and an ice-cold beer. 

Because the house, while it's a beautiful thing enough to make Gomez and Morticia proud…it came with a price. A major pain in the ass price. 

His grandmother forgot to disclose the vampire that resides there and won't leave like a feral cat that's decided this is its home now. 

Dave the literal vampire. Yes, Dave. Not Dracula or Vlad or even Belpherus. Just Dave, no last name.

It's been pretty fun with the ancient (1635 if he's to be believed) around, so many stories and lots of knowledge. 

But let's just say he's not the most socially adept.

-

Magnus is lounging in his living room watching some Youtube. Today has been calm, suspiciously calm. 

Then his house’s kitchen window can be heard slamming open, the annoying and grating sound of that vampire’s dress shoes clicking on the wooden floors. The foul stench of cigarette smoke accompanying Dave's arrival.

Sitting up slowly with a frown on his face, spotting the dracula wannabe grinning ear to ear. A cigarette hanging from his fanged mouth. “Why are you smoking a cigarette? You don't even breathe!” Magnus gripes, getting up to get to the fire detectors before they can start with their shrill screams.

“It's called an aesthetic, Magnus. Get with the times.” Dave seems amused, flicking the ash into an empty mountain dew can. When one looks at Dave they think that this man has watched too much Scooby-Doo. And even he isn't shy about his vampire status, because who in the sweet Mother Mary's name would believe him other than fellow vampires?

“You are making my house stink.”

Dave blows smoke in Magnus’s direction, “Get better ventilation.”

“Step into sunlight, bats.” Magnus chucks that very same mountain dew can at the overgrown Chiroptera. 

-

The night was dark as an unexpected storm rolled in, lightning and thunder shaking the very foundation of the old house. What's to be expected of a house built in the 1800s? 

Magnus lays asleep on his bed, the old mattress creeping with every move he makes. Tossing and turning as if he's trying to run away from some unseen force in the dream world. Oblivious to the happenings around his form…

Squeak. Thump. Squeak. Thump. Angry and rapid squeaking noise. A mouse caught in a trap can't figure out how to escape.

And then something landing in the fireplace and loud Romanian curses. 

Magnus shot up out of bed at the intrusion, dazed and confused but letting out a startled undignified yelp at the sight of a man standing over him.

“W-what are you doing in my room?!” He asks, completely bewildered at the rain soaked figure holding something in its hands.

A deep and raspy voice answers him, sharp fangs glinting as lightning fills the sky, “Magnus…I made bread, do you want some? Do you like banana bread?”

-

Magnus has had it up to Here with Dave leaving these creepy ass artefacts and vampiric items around the house. This dead rabbit in the fridge next to his leftover pizza was the last straw, the stench of dead rabbit permeating into the entire inside of the refrigerator. Great, there goes that half eaten banana bread neither of them had the sense to wrap up before storing it on the top shelf. 

So a trip to the grocery store was required, leaving behind the sleeping bat-man in the coffin in the second bedroom. Oh yeah, that bloodsucker had moved from the crumbling basement to the only guest room that looked decent. “It’ll be better for our friendship, Magnus!” Yeah right, as if an even closer proximity would help Magnus not want to band his head into the walls repeatedly. 

So to the store he went, too fed up to care about the strange looks he was getting from those passing by as he mumbled about getting rid of the vampire in his house. He must look like a crackhead the way he’s debating what type of wooden garden stake would be more effective to stab someone with. 

Into the buggy went three different types of garlic, silver butter knives, a Live, Laugh, Love themed cross, and coconut water because where in the world would he get holy water? It’ll just have to do for now. 

Sneaking the bags into the house was an operation all on its own, Dave had wicked hearing. There is absolutely no hiding the action of opening a bag or chips or cracking open a soda on the other side of the house without him coming running to steal a sip or bite. But somehow Mangus manages it, Going through the process of setting the new items around the house in his usual spots to stop Dave from getting near him. 

Finally! The mortal man can have some peace and quiet away from the self-proclaimed thing called Dave.

Grabbing a beer from the garage fridge and throwing himself into the recliner across from the old tv. The jars and bushels of garlic sit on the table and armchair around him. The smell can be dealt with for a little alone time. 

The creaking of someone coming down the stairs makes him smile thinking he’s won this time, Not today you little shit. 

That is until Dave stops, mid stretch when he sees the garlic and Magnus looking smug. Walking across the living room, his shoes clicked against the hardwood. In one fell swoop Dave picks up a head of garlic and takes a bite. Of. raw. Garlic. That smile the vampire dawns only lasts a few seconds, long enough to wipe that look off Magnus’s face before Dave starts sputtering and spitting the vegetable out onto the accent rug. “Ugh, so gross.”

Magnus downs the beer before getting up and walking out into the backyard in defeat. 

So much for that plan.

[chronicbeans]

Sunny Day (Dreamcore/Weirdcore Wally x GN Reader Short)

Where's Wally?

TW: Isolation, Derealization, Depression, Scopophobia

Sitting in the grassy plains of the neighborhood, you can't help but simile. This place seems so familiar, yet, unfamiliar at the same time! The people here seem so strange and kind, too. There's Frank, the flower headed man with an interest in butterflies. Eddie is the envelope guy, who happens to be the clumsy mailman, too. Sally is the theater lady with a glowing light as her head. Maybe that's why her last name is Starlet? Poppy, the sweet baker bird that looks like a living plush of sorts. Barnaby, the clown dog. Then, there's the caterpillar shopkeep with an array of discordant wares. You haven't seen Julie, but she's nice, according to the neighbors... You think you remember what she looks like. Very colorful?

Yet, one person seems to be missing. There's an extra house here, too. It seems out of place. Then again, everything here isn't normal. From mushrooms with eyes, trees that talk, random black rectangles... random black rectangles... like censor bars. Like they are hiding something...

WALLY. That's it! Where's Wally?

You look over to Poppy, who you are currently having a picnic with, alongside Frank and Eddie. You open your mouth to ask where Wally is. Nothing seems to come out. The three friends all look over to you, Frank's eye widening in shock. "Why would you ask about him? We... Nevermind. Don't talk about him. He's fine." Poppy nods, adding "Don't look at him." Eddie then adds his two cents in "Don't think of him. Just stay with us, Julie, Barnaby, and Howdy. You'll be fine."

You feel uneasy, suddenly, and nod in agreement. That doesn't mean that you are going to listen. This is YOUR dream. You get to do what you want. Smiling, you take a bite out of the cake you and Poppy made together. It tastes like iron.

You rush through the picnic, quickly eating everything on your plate, before rushing over to the house in the center of the town. There's a darkness surrounding it. Literally, a darkness surrounds it, almost like a void that looks into nothing, besides the red and blue house. A pair of eyes glare through the two front windows, staring down at you. You can barely hear whispers coming from it.

"It's never been worse than this!"

"They talk around me and never at me."

"I will never let it go!"

"I can't hear you..."

You take a deep breath, before asking "May I come in?" In response, a creaking and snapping noise resounds from the house. Home. This is Home. You remember Home. "I want to check in on Wally. Can I please talk to Wally?"

The the front door doesn't open, instead slowly fading into a dark void. Swallowing thickly, you feel your chest tighten as you walk inside. The next thing you know, you've gone from a beautiful sunny day, to a dark, humid room full of various pools.

It smells heavily of chlorine, to the point where your eyes water from it. You cough a bit, before calling out. "Wally? Are you in here?" You look around for him. You remember him being... yellow, with blue hair and an oversized sweater of sorts. He should stand out in this dark pool room. Even the water looks dark, to the point where you can't see the bottom.

Why would Wally be in here? He can't swim, as far as you remember. He doesn't even like water, seeming anxious around it. You walk through the room, your shoes squeaking against the wet, tile floors.

Large pools, small pools, deep pools, shallow pools. Pools with waterfalls, pools with pillars in the middle of them, pools with stairs leading to nowhere in them... there are so many pools. The room seems to go on forever. How is this room even inside of Home? It shouldn't be possible for a room this large to fit inside the house.

"Wally? Are you here?"

"WALLY. STAY IN HERE."

You let out a small gasp, before running towards the voice. Even if it isn't Wally, they should be able to help, right? They clearly know Wally, at least! It eventually leads to a door, which you fling open.

You've seemingly went from a room full of pools to a children's play area. Those large tunnels that were suspended in the air and the ball pits you remember playing in as a kid are here, alongside colorful tables with art supplies and an array of plush toys. It's still dimly lit, but admittedly more tolerable than the pools.

"YOU STEPPED ON MY FLOWERS!!!"

A different voice? How many people are in here? It doesn't matter, because you've spotted someone... you think.

Purple hair, styled similarly to Wally's, with a brown neck scarf, similar to Wally's. They have brown and purple striped pants and brown shoes. Otherwise, they look like a silhouette with a large sweater. The sleeves seem to almost touch the floor... they're turned away from you, though, so they might have more detail when facing you.

"Hey!" you call out, saying "I'm looking for someone named... Wally Darling. Have you seen-?" You're cut off from shock as you suddenly see an abundance of eyes open on their sweater, all staring at you. They remain silent and still. Despite the feeling of your stomach dropping, you force yourself to continue.

"I'm looking for a man named Wally Darling. Umm... can you help me find them? I'm (Y/N) (L/N), by the way. Who are you?"

They turn, and to your dismay, you see that their face is similarly silhouetted in black, with eyes covering it, as well. You don't see a mouth on them, nor a nose or any distinguishable features besides their purple hair. Just... a void and eyes. They stay silent, but seem to gesture at themselves in a frantic manner.

"Are you... okay? Oh! God, I'm an idiot! You have no mouth! Then again, some of the residents can speak despite not having mouths... still... um... can you write?" The figure nods, so you quickly grab a paper and some crayons.

Handing it to them, they immediately begin writing down their words. It takes a while, but they eventually show you what they've written down.

"I Am WALLY DARLING. I hAVE BEeN HOME a While. THEY DON'T WANT ME OUTSIDE."

You look from the paper, back to the figure, then back to the paper. This person is Wally Darling? He... Doesn't look like you remember him. You can still see some of his features, though, now that you think about it. The hair style, the neck scarf, the sweater... It makes enough sense. Not that anything needs to make sense. This is a dream, after all.

"Who doesn't want you outside? Here, write it down. I'll give whoever is being mean a piece of my mind." You hand him the paper back, sitting down in a small chair as he writes. He takes a long time simply staring at the paper, but, he eventually begins writing. He sits across from you, before sliding the paper over.

"NEIGHBORS. HOME. WALLY DARLING. YOU."

You sit there, staring at the page as he did. Neighbors? All of them? Home wants him to stay inside, too? He wants to stay inside? You certainly don't, so why did he write that down? Even if he did scribble it out, you can tell he wrote it down in the first place. You look up to him, asking "Why do you want to stay inside? Why do others want that? You don't seem happy... Is something wrong?"

"You SAD. I am SAD. SAD for a long TIME. NEIGHBORS are SCARED. HOME keeps me SAFE. NEIGHBORS do not TALK to me anyways. TALK AROUND ME."

You frown, taking a deep breath. He's... right about you. You have been sad... More so depressed... Can Wally feel depressed? He's a dream... Maybe he takes after you because he is your dream, so he is depressed? "Do you want me to stay here for a bit? We can talk, draw, play games...? It isn't healthy to be alone for so long."

He slowly nods, standing up. Then, Wally points to the crawlspace tubes. You smile, following him. "Do you want to play in there? Alright. Let's go!"

[skygodtraumabond]

<An audio file is attached! Let me provide a transcript!>

<The audio clip behind with the distinct rustling of fabric and someone hopping on one foot around a hotel room. Ray can be heard struggling slightly.

Ray: Marny, I—fuck—I know I said I would go along with the costumes and all but—shitfucker get in there—are you sure you took my measurements right?

Marny: Oh, yeah, absolutely! They're meant to be a little tight for... Aerodynamics, and all that.

Ray: Ah, yeah, makes sense. Still, it seems a little—fuckimg—seems a little much? Won't this restrict range of motion?

Marny: Naaaahhhh, you'll be fine. Trust the process.

Ray mutters something inaudible and the sound of a zipper zipping is heard. Fabric can be heard sliding over fabric as Honedge makes what can be interpreted as impatient metal sounds.

Marny: Yeah, yeah, cool your jets, we're getting there.

Ray: Aww, it sounds excited... I'm glad you're agreeing to do this. I know I already said it, but I am glad. You did promise them, you know.

Marny: And here I was thinking you'd forget the promise I made to the sword.

Ray: Honedge.

Marny: Sword. Anyways, it's not just that. I don't want the little guys suffering either, especially not for the prices they charge there. I mean, you don't even pay half your staff and the bagels are still four dollars a pop? It's practically highway robbery, I'll tell ya what! And that's not even getting into the milk alternatives, Arc forbid someone is lactose int—

Ray: Marny.

Marny: And then the cups! The cups are so cute! Why are they the price of a fucking sweatshirt —!?

Ray: Marny.

Marny: What?

There's a pause in the audio. A soft clicking can be heard followed by the soft squeak of pleather.

Ray: What are stilletos supposed to do for my aerodynamics?

There's an even longer pause. Marny can be heard giggling quietly, an almost daze-like quality to the laughter.

Marny: Just... Ehehehe. Just trust the process Ray—

Ray: No.

Marny erupts into laughter as Ray sighs, and the sound of two shoes being dropped can be heard followed by some footsteps. Then, Marny is suddenly silenced with a startled, muffled noise. The silence is broken after a minute by quiet breathing and the sound of Marny's dazed giggling.

Ray: You are very cute. I cannot walk in heels.

Marny: Maybe... Ehehehe. Maaaybe I could teach you...?

Ray: Maybe after the heist. Deal?

Marny: Deal!

The audio ends as Marny enters another giggle fit.

<This transcript was provided by me, Techie! I'm a Rotom, so I might make mistakes! Let me know if I did a good job! :> >

[underscore-writingdump]

Flowers For You

A sweet work in progress, based on that one flower shop au post.

George sat in the shop, tending to the flowers in a nearby pot. The day was bright and beautiful, sunny but not too warm. It was a perfect day for a Sunday picnic, but unfortunately it was not Sunday, and George was forced to work. It's not like he hated his job, infact he loved it. It's just that sometimes it was boring to sit in a shop looking at flowers all day. Sometimes a customer or two would come in, but leave soon. He had even started to consider leaving the flower shop and looking for work somewhere else.

But there were also the busy days, which he liked very much. The busy days were when there was a large order for flowers, for some event like a wedding. Or a funeral. Today was supposed to be one of those days, as there was a large order for decoration flowers for a wedding. Not any random wedding, it was George's best friend's wedding, and everything had to be perfect for it.

He was so excited about it, and perhaps a little nervous too, that the adrenaline rushing in him made him do every task he had first thing in the morning. He was done by 10 o'clock, and all that was left to do was to wait.

He was still thinking about his friend's wedding, how excited he was, how excited she must be, when the bell above the door rung, notifying that someone had come in. There were violent scuffling of shoes, and George rushed to the counter to attend to this very impatient customer. The customer was a tall man, wearing a green hoodie. As soon as George stepped behind the counter, the man slammed his hand on the table, and said

"Ok, how do you say fuck you in flowers?"

"sorry, what?" george asked, taken aback by this weird request

"how do you say fuck you in flowers?" the man said, slower this time.

George almost scoffed at him, made a nasty remark about how he had heard his request the first time and was just shocked at the demand. But he didn't, instead he said, "uhm, you'd need some geraniums, foxglove, some-"

"yeah, please just put all that in a bouquet. And quick, its urgent." The man cut him short, and George thought about how well his afternoon was going before the customer came in.

George went to the back of the shop, preparing the bouquet. The man kept tapping his fingernails on the counter, irritating George a lot. Finally he spoke up, "can you not?"

The man raised a brow in question.

"can you not make that tapping noise,"

"oh" he looked a bit taken aback, maybe he was just realising that he was making such noise at all "sorry."

There was a pause, everything went quiet for a while, the only sound coming was of George's shoes squeaking against the floor, and the of the paper in his hand. George thought to himself how he liked it that way, quiet, and how stupid it was to even think about leaving this job.

The man spoke up again "can you please be quick? I'm in a hurry." George rolled his eyes, trying to hide his frustration from the man. He turned around to present the bouquet to him.

"ok, so this one germanium," George said, pointing to the flowers in the bouquet one by one, "it's for stupidity, this one is foxglove, for insincerity, this is meadowsweet, for uselessness-"

"uh yeah, sorry but i don't have time for this" the man said, trying to take the bouquet from his hands, but George stepped back with it.

"if you want this, you have to listen first," he said. This guy had just came in and ruined George's mood, and now he has to pay for it.

The man looked at George wide eyed. But when he didn't move, the man nodded in defeat.

"now these are yellow carnations, to show disappointment, and finally we have orange lilies, for hatred." George said, with pride.

"Can I have them now?" The man said, and George handed the bouquet over to him. As soon as he got the bouquet, the man quickly walked out the door, sat in his car and drive away.

It hit George a few minutes later, when he was recording the sale, that the man never paid. A beautiful and exciting day, ruined by one single man.

[we-are-so-close]

mmmm, thinking about the first time you stay over at Sakusa Kiyoomi's apartment.

it happened by accident, of course. it's late as the two of you are walking back to his place after dinner. a torrential downpour hits unexpectedly, and the two of you try to take shelter under the awning of a shop that's close by. when it's evident that it's not going to stop anytime soon, Sakusa takes his jacket off and puts it over your head, and the two of you go as fast as you can back to his place. and as kind as the gesture of giving you his jacket was, it did little to keep you dry.

the two of you finally make it back to his place, your shoes squeaking on the hard tile of the hallway, mini puddles of water left behind each step. your giggles are soon replaced by the chattering of teeth. once inside, Sakusa tells you to wait. he disappears in the darkness of the hallway, but the sound of his socks making a soft squelching sound as he moved.

he soon makes his way back down the hallway, shuffling with a towel underneath his feet, trying to dry up the mess he made. he holds a basket on his hip as he makes his way toward you.

"here, put your clothes in the basket, i'll get them washed and dried."

"Kiyoomi," bashfulness exudes from your voice, "right here in the open?"

"Atsumu isn't here, if that's what you're worried about."

"n-no, it's just that you haven't seen me...um, without clothes yet. and i don't, um..."

"oh, OH. what if i close my eyes and turn around? you can go take a shower and clean up. i can set out some clothes for you."

"you want me to stay the night?" you could hear the excitement in your voice and immediately thought maybe you were taking the intention the wrong way.

"well, yes. it's late and storming. i wouldn't feel comfortable letting you drive back home in these conditions."

he placed a soggy kiss to your forehead. a soft smile crept across your face. a slight tinge of red dusted Sakusa's cheeks. you stripped your clothes off and placed them in the basket. once in the bathroom, you called out to your boyfriend and let him know that the coast was clear.

while in the shower, you could hear the door creak open and Sakusa's voice cut through the noise of the water. on the counter, he left you some towels and pajamas to change into.

the pajamas were just a little too long for you. the sleeves hung well past your hands and the pants' legs were under your feet. rolling the cuffs of both, you finally walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.

"thanks for the clothes, Omi. they're super comfy!"

"you're welcome,______. you can either hang out here or in the bedroom. i'm gonna take a quick shower."

when he exits the shower and makes his way back to his bedroom, he finds you on the bed, asleep. he can't help but smile at how peaceful you look. he pulls the covers over you and places a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Not too long after Sakusa gets out of the shower and changed, Atsumu walks in.

"Omi Omi, yer up late. aww, are yer favorite jammies dirty?" he playfully mocks his roommate.

"______ is wearing them. we got caught in the rain and they are staying the night."

"well, where are they?"

"in my bed, sleeping."

"why aren't you in there, too? if i were you, i'd be in there."

"because...they are asleep." he was getting quickly annoyed.

"well, you might as well go in there, cuz you know i'm going to just sit out here and annoy ya until you do," he plopped on the couch next to Sakusa.

"you'd annoy me even if ______ wasn't here."

"yep. but it's only cuz i love you Omi-kun."

Sakusa rolled his eyes and got up to go to the bedroom. he quietly made his way over to the bed, and knelt down on the bed next to you. his whispered your name softly.

"Kiyoomi, what time is it?" you ask sleepily.

"late."

"oh, you should come to bed then. i've been waiting for you."

he got under the covers with you, pulling you into him. a perfect fit. you were soft and comfortable and he wondered why he hadn't done this sooner. he nestled his head into the back of your head and you both drifted off into a peaceful night's sleep.

[hwanchaesong]

Hi!!! I’ve been reading your songs prompt requests💕 I might be a little bit late but if you’re still taking request I will choose San, however the song I would like is Pretty pretty by Pentagon if that’s ok 😔 pure fluff and the plot can be similar to the MV

You’re doing great btw 💕💕💕

a/n: hey~ it's okay even if it's a song that isn't in the list, i followed the storyline of the mv btw thank you so much!! @nevieatiny 💚💚

👤: ATEEZ Choi San

📼: Pretty Pretty - PENTAGON

genre & warnings: fluff, pining, cursing, asshole wooyoung, university au

word count: 1.1k

for anyone who wants to, don't be shy and send me asks based on Prompts Request Song Version. Thank you so much!

'Shit!'

San inwardly cursed, running towards the school gate like a madman, he's late again and he knows that he'll have to do the damn punishment that he dreads so much.

When he entered the campus, he faced the strict PE teacher, bowing and apologizing before joining the other tardy students that were lined up at the side.

He heaved a sigh, lifting his bag above his head, he can't wait for this to end, s-

Everything slowed down when he craned his neck to the side, seeing a princess walking on the isle.

Okay, that was only his imagination but come on, the girl is the prettiest goddess he has ever seen, aka you.

He can't take his eyes off of you, and he felt his heart burst a little bit when the (note: this is San's opinion) love of his life made eye contact with him.

You on the other hand find him weird yet adorable, tall and handsome, his round glasses making him look like an innocent kid. Too bad you couldn't care less, the only thing that you want is to go to your class.

What the fuck did you do to him?

Not that he's complaining that you're circling on his mind the whole day, distracting him from classes, even his walking staggers whenever he thinks of you.

His friends think that he's possessed, but he would like to correct them that he's just in a daydream.

The sound of squeaking shoes caught his attention, peeking inside a room where the noise came from, he really now believes how blessed he is to witness a once in a blue moon scene.

There you were dancing gracefully, steps light and movements smooth, and he couldn't admire you more.

You suddenly turned around, him hiding in panic, scared that you might think he's stalking you, which is definitely not the case.

He tried to calm his erratic heart, glancing inside once again but a sign caught his eye, 'ATEEZ.'

Oh? Is this the name of the club?

His contemplation was cut short when he heard a male's voice. He discreetly looked in the area, the green monster enveloping his rationality when he saw a man talk and laugh with you.

He wanted that to be him, and amidst that, he found himself entering the room when you and the unknown man left, approaching your previous position.

He noticed a phone placed on top of a table, more specifically, your phone.

San immediately picked it up, putting the earphones connected to it in his ear, listening to the music that you danced to.

He wanted to know more about you, learn and understand you better. He would do anything to do that, just one chance.

"What on earth are you doing, creep."

The items he was holding unto were rudely snatched away from him by the same guy he saw with you earlier.

"Get out of here."

"Wooyoung, stop it."

You speak up, not liking the shorter man's attitude.

"No, no," San interjected, "I'm sorry. I'll leave."

He turned away on his heels so fast, dejectedly walking on the hallways of their school. His gloomy aura was washed away by curiosity when he saw his friends in front of a bulletin board.

He dashed his way there, reading the posted announcement that the infamous dance group ATEEZ is recruiting new members.

Whatever it is, he decided to audition. Anxiousness pooling in his stomach as he stood outside the club room.

"May I help you?"

That familiar soft voice, San scrambled away, making a fuss as he stuttered his words out, explaining that he wanted to join the club.

Just then, the door opened, revealing the ill-mannered midget from earlier.

"The fuck are you doing here?" he asked San, raising an eyebrow and an arrogant air surrounding him.

San gulped, showing the poster that he pulled on the board.

"What makes you think that we'll-"

"Wooyoung," your tone dangerously low, directing a glare towards the man in question, "will you please be polite?"

You turned to face the shy boy, face forming into a gentle expression, "Come on in, you're welcome in here."

Your words are enough encouragement for San to start busting his moves that had the other members cheering for him, and that includes you.

Choi San, fascinating is the word that you'd use to describe him. A small smile morphed on your face, trying your hardest not to laugh when he did a funny pose.

Wooyoung did not like the fact that the nerd is able to catch your attention, and being the leader of the club, it's safe to say that he did not accept San's application.

The next day, a groaning man planted his face on his table and is currently being consoled by his friends.

"It's okay, we all fail at one point!" a tall guy, Mingi, patted San's back, a poor attempt in brightening his day up.

His bestfriend, Yunho, slapped the back of his head.

"I'm sorry about that, Mingi doesn't know what he says sometimes."

San gave him a weak smile, "Yeah, he's got a point. Besides, I suck at dancing."

A gasp garnered their attention, "What if," Jongho, the youngest among them excitedly voiced out his idea, "we all practice, and we'll all go and audition with you."

That is actually a great plan.

A large smile broke out of everyone's faces, Yunho putting his hand in the middle, ushering everyone to join the rally, "Aight, let's all do this!"

San felt like crying, he really did get lucky with the friends that he got for this year.

He stood up and put his hand atop of Yunho's, the other guys following his action afterwards.

"Let's show them what we've got!"

And so hell week ensued. Day by day they all practiced dancing, learning new steps, choreographies and dance styles. Their legs almost giving out and sweat drying on their skin and clothes.

Was this all worth it?

They'll never know the answer, but one thing is for sure, confidence is now flowing in his veins.

He's tired of hiding from you in shame. He's tired of seeing you walk around the university with that bastard. He's tired of being the geek, a transformation is needed in order to prove himself.

Trudging inside the chamber of the jerk, his friends behind him, he's now fearless.

You were surprised when you saw San walk in without his glasses, wearing cool clothes and freshly cut and styled hair.

He's gorgeous.

Even more so when he started to move, outperforming Wooyoung (who embarrassingly fell on his ass while doing a turn.)

If you're going to be honest, you really are hoping that he'll come back. You weren't satisfied by what happened in the past, thus, you wanted him to redeem his self, and he did exactly that.

You hopped off from your seat, striding and beaming towards him, you extended a hand that signifies a blooming relationship, "Welcome, Choi San."

He reciprocated your smile and accepted your handshake, "Thank you, L/N Y/N."

[astromaki]

part 2 of 5000 $ - shoto todoroki x fem!reader (1597 words)

part 1. (previous)

tw ; minors dni, angst, nsfw, toxic relationship, mention of cheating and breakup, shoto is a complete bastard here

you finally did it.

you broke up with him a week ago. for real this time, not like the last hundred times you'd yelled at him that he was a heartless jerk. just so he could get you into bed the second you calmed down.

no, you threw him in the trash the day after that party. by message, but it was a start.

even your social media status had gone from 'in a relationship' to 'single <3', you'd even reinstalled tinder, and accepted follow requests on instagram from those boys in the same class as you in college.

and shoto seemed to have abandoned you too. no news from him, and you hadn't even run into him on campus in the last few days.

so why did it still hurt to think about him ? why did your lips refuse to say his name ? and why the fuck did your sheets still smell like him despite the many machines ?

so you could tell that you felt a little joy when you saw this message.

he had sent you this two days ago.

and it's been two days, you've been wondering if it was a good idea to see him again right away.

never mind, you were already at his door. besides, you didn't have to talk to him, just take back what belonged to you and go home. it couldn't go wrong ? right ? it's ridiculous, you even had to convince yourself now.

you knocked, once, twice, three times. you could hear someone inside. and you knew he didn't have a roommate. this rich kid could buy the whole building if he wanted.

fuck. you just had to go in and get your stuff, and it's like you were never there. he wouldn't notice you were there.

you opened the door, and were surprised to see a second pair of shoes at the entrance next to shoto's sneakers. which is more like a pair of rather feminine shoes, pumps.

a strange feeling made you shiver. it wasn't like you to track down your exes, but you don't remember seeing a new girl with shoto on social medias.

slight, imperceptible sighs escaped from his room a little further into the apartment. bed squeaks, that male growl you knew all too well.

fuck. fucking hell.

you knew what it was, you knew what those noises were, who was causing them. why he had asked you to come and get those so-called forgotten things.

and yet you still walked to his room, your brain screaming at you to turn around and stay away from that boy and his unmitigated evil. your heart telling you the opposite, to keep going to find out if he still cared about you. no matter how small, you wanted to know, you had to know, if you ever meant anything to him.

or if you were just a joke, that he could throw a little money around.

"shoto, fuck, yes, right there oh fuc-"

you felt tears welling up in your eyes when you finally saw shoto vulgarly fucking a girl in that room, where you used to spend all your evenings.

but that wasn't the worst part. it was that he had taken your best friend to bed, ochako.

"you're so fucking good, i -" he says in a low voice.

he had already created that crack in your heart. but now ?

his blue and gray eyes finally met yours, his gaze was nothing but arrogance and contempt. the only things he ever felt for you. and even though he was fucking your best friend, busy pacing back and forth, he had the nerve to look you up and down. a smirk lit up his face.

and that asshole finally said the three words he never disdained to say to you.

"i love you ochako," he finally said, looking you straight in the eye. you're the best sex i've ever had. "

his words were spoken clearly, slowly, so that they were articulate for you to hear. a mixture of anger, and sorrow suddenly overtook you

as if you had come back to reality, you suddenly left the room. your steps were disordered, you had lost all your balance, gravity seemed to be slightly stronger. your hands dropped some objects on your way.

what was wrong with you? why?

ochako had finally noticed you after her orgasm, and weakly called out your name, as if begging you to come back would make things better. that he was cheating on you was one thing, but with her ? the one who had pushed you to leave him?

you could hear heavy footsteps following you down the hallway to the front door. and a muscular hand grabbed your wrist to turn you around in one simple motion.

obviously, who else ?

"so you just walk into people's houses without knocking now?"

wow, how did he manage to make you hate him a little more every time he opened his mouth ?

"stop it. don't mess with me. you sent me a message to come in today to get my stuff." your voice was firm.

his face was as haughty as ever, yet he already seemed a little more natural and relaxed than the other times. you would have found it attractive if it wasn't after a romp with your best friend.

"ah, that's right. and so it's okay? you got everything? "

his deceptively kind voice made you want to scream. to take anything and throw it at him. he still had this annoying habit of driving you crazy even after you'd broken up. you wanted to hurt him like he'd been hurting you for months.

but your shaky, broken voice didn't reflect your desires. you were about to cry.

"i don't understand why? why you're being so mean to me. i'm not stupid, shoto, i know that you invited me here today just to see you fuck her."

his face hadn't changed, nor had his eyes. he was glaring at you miserably. as usual.

"i was hoping we could talk if i came to your door so we could maybe work things out, get off to a good start." and it's true, that message he sent you had falsely given you false hope. and you had fallen off the deep end.

a slight sigh escaped his lips. that slight sigh that made the cup overflow.

"why do you care ? we broke up, right ?"he said it in such a carefree tone.

"fuk you shoto. fuck you. you don't even realize how fucking toxic you are! you throw money around to get what you want, you fuck with people and play with their feelings! you're a fucking asshole. and you're a lot like your father for someone who hates him deeply. "

your words of hatred and anger that you had been building up for weeks, for fucking months, poured out on him like a lava flow.

it was mean, it was sincere, and it hurt shoto. it hurt him to see that he had done too much this tim.

his emotionless gaze watched you get angry, cry, push him, hit him, dry your tears that he couldn't tell if they were of melancholy or rage. he saw you push his hand away as he tried desperately to calm you down.

you couldn't see it, too busy screaming and drying your tears, but you managed to wring a sincere expression from shoto.

he was just panicking. he was panicking because he knew he had crossed the point of no return. that not even $5,000 or $10,000 or even $50,000 would bring you back.

his love, full of flaws, who never knew a healthy role model from his parents, would not be enough to make you stay. not to leave him alone.

because we know the cliché, the rich boy who didn't know how to love. didn't even know how to make the one person who always cared about his own selfish self, stay. but that was shoto though. he was that boy who only had toxic love to give.

but please don't leave him for good, he was begging you mentally.

if he had put his pride aside to express himself or even make you understand, maybe you wouldn't have left.

"i hate you shoto todoroki. i fucking hate you. but know that you'll end up alone, you and your stupid money. and i'll be the first to laugh. "

fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck.

" i- y/n just wait- "

he didn't think you'd hate him so much. the young man knew he was just an asshole with a fat bank account. he just thought that by fucking your best friend he'd get you to come back to him, out of desperation, out of a desperate love.

he didn't think he would feel such a pressure on his chest when he saw you slam the door, leaving him alone in the apartment with your best friend and a big hole in his heart.

he didn't think he'd regret his actions. he was a rich guy who always wanted what he wanted, whether it was money or sex. so you were easy. right ?

he never imagined that he would miss your perfume, your exasperating smiles, that he would miss you.

you were barely gone, and he knew he would miss you.

a/n ; i've never written such a nasty shoto sorry 😟 kinda want to leave this story like this...

please lemme know what you thought about this second part, should i make a third one ? (+ reblogs are appreciated <3)

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GET IT TOGETHER, JUNGWON!!

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⋆·˚ ༘ * in which jungwon had meant for that love letter to go to yeri, and not you—her bff. for some reason though, he finds that with each moment he spends together with you he's closer and closer to forgetting all about that damn letter.

no song for this chapter!

WRITTEN PORTION. 2.1k

also partially unedited, sorry if some things don't make sense or are confusing T_T

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The bell rang.

You made eye contact with Jungwon across the room, and yet his brown pools nervously flitted towards Yeri's direction instead. They were President and Vice President though, so you didn't question much. She was packing up her bag, and had sent you a small smile.

"I'll see you next class, ok?" she said, "Make sure you eat a full meal before work."

You grinned at her. "Got it! I hope you have a good time with whatever you said you were doing, sorry I couldn't eat with you today."

Being the only two people in your friend group with the same lunch period, you usually sat with her for it. Talking about classes, chatting mindlessly, idly looking around the cafeteria for people you knew was fun only when it was with her.

"It's fine," she replied, waving off your apology and placing her notebooks away. "It's your first day with a boyfriend, I want you to be happy."

You appreciated her genuine gladness for your own happiness so much, you could barely hold it in. You wrapped your arms around her, sending her stumbling a bit with your weight. "Woah, YN!"

Having someone so positive, so supportive, and so authentic as Yeri around you for so long had definitely brightened your outlook on life. Such a friend was a one in a lifetime chance, and yet you lucked out. You just hoped she thought the same of you too.

"Thank you! I love you so much!" you exclaimed into her shoulder.

She released a giggle, patting your back with one hand as if to ease you down. "It's the bare minimum of friendship, YN. I just hope that Jungwon doesn't hurt you."

The tone in which she said it felt more serious than it usually was, which was a bit odd. You understood her concern though, of course your friend wouldn't want you to be hurt! And yet, everyone and their mother knew that flower boy Yang Jungwon would be the least likely person to do such a thing.

You loosened your arms a bit, tilting your head at her confusedly. "Why would Jungwon hurt me..? You know he's too nice for that!"

You knew that Jungwon and Yeri had definitely gotten closer to each other since the Student Council elections, but your faith in Yeri had outshined any insecurities or suspicions that could've ever formed. She had definitely talked frequently to him, especially with all those times they've had to stay after school for paperwork, so you would've thought that she'd know Jungwon's personality by now.

She took ahold of your arms, smiling at you before wrapping her own limbs around your form. Gahh, hugs from Yeri! You giggled into her shoulder again, from where your face had buried itself into. "I know, I know. I'm just being worried, I think."

You nodded. "I get it, thank you."

Yeri and the rest had always been like this. Even though Niki would act disgusted towards your displays of affection, he loved it when you made time for him. Heeseung too, actually. Yeri and Heeseung were both equally protective of Niki and you, even though Yeri was your age.

Since the day you had became friends she was the one looking out for you. Not to say you were irresponsible, but because she was just naturally a protective person. It was a quality you and many others admired about her—her loyalty to her friends.

"Remember that guy that was obsessed with you? Back in middle school?" she muttered.

You hit her arm playfully, and she let you go. "He wasn't obssessed!" you insisted, "I thought the snacks were cute!"

Yeri laughed. "Ok, whatever you say, but he was always buying you stuff. Can't believe you turned him down, though."

Your eyes glanced towards Jungwon, who was waiting by the door with his hands in his pant pockets. The large mass of students filtering out of the opening had covered his figure at times, blocking your view when they did, and yet you knew you could point him out in any large crowd. He stood out in a way that had you nervous all over again.

"Yeah well," you started, looking away and instead down towards your shoes bashfully, "I told him I liked someone else, and now we're just buddies."

You slung your bag over your shoulder as Yeri decided to nudge it. "Wonder who that could've been," she teased, and you let out a indignant whine.

"You don't have to wonder!"

She pinched your cheek, and you pretended to attempt to bite at her finger playfully. As the both of you exited the doorway, you sent a smile towards Jungwon.

The brief eye contact made him look away again, for whatever reason, you didn't know. "I'll see you in the cafeteria, right?" you asked, a bit hopefully. Yeri stopped beside you.

He fidgeted a bit, nodding his head. "Yeah, I'll find you there."

You grinned at him, and went onto your tippy toes. Jungwon's large brown eyes widened, and he almost leaned back when you planted another chaste (burning) kiss onto his cheek. Again?! You're kidding!

Neither of you knew how relationships worked, but were you sure a kiss on the cheek could be considered the first step? He had to hold his breath, otherwise he would've made a noise.

"Ah—" Like the previous time, you moved away too quickly for him to have comprehended the situation fully—or to say anything.

Your bag slightly jostled as you promptly walked down the hallway. The figure of your back going further and further down, becoming smaller and smaller as he stood there once again. He held onto his cheek. The ghost of your lips were still there, faintly, but the touch was evidently still imprinted into his mind. He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to get used to that.

As you left, Yeri looked over towards him. Her smile was devoid, which was the first odd thing, and suddenly she grabbed his wrist—the one still tracing your kiss.

Jungwon looked after at her shocked, but she provided no explanation as she dragged him along with long, big strides. "What are you doing?"

"I said it'd be quick, you have to get to YN, right? Lunch with them?" She turned her head to the side, awaiting an answer.

"They told you?" he asked, but of course they told her. You were best friends. "I mean yeah, nevermind. I do."

He was going to tell you about the misplacement of the letter, too.

With how fast Yeri was rushing them both, they made it to the Student Council room much quicker than they would've if they had walked casually as they had done before. The windows of the Council room were open, the long curtains blowing with the passing wind.

The room was fairly old, not yet upgraded as the other classroom in the Hybe building were. They still had gray, cloth curtains connected to their windows, and Jungwon had found the curtains annoying when they decided to brush against his face while he was working.

Still, he found the sun and its brightness too pretty to try and close the windows. As he looked at them, Yeri had made a point to shut the door.

Jungwon glanced over in time to see her lock it, too. If he wasn't anxious before, he was now. "What did you want to talk about?" he inquired, placing his bag down.

No answer. He looked up, and blinked at her as she said nothing, just staring at him with her head tilted.

She took a step forward (he took one back, he had to), and another (his sneakers squeaked against the polished floor), and another, and another (Jungwon stumbled a bit, feet confused with his backwards direction), and more until—

Jungwon's back collided roughly with the wooden surface behind him, making an aching pain build upon the lower part of his body. Before he could even think about the spreading heat, Yeri had already slammed her hands on either side of the desk, shocking him into straightening back up.

She was close.

Not closer than you were, but close enough to where he was panicked on where to look. They had shared such a proximity before. Only once, but it was still near. He had leaned over to take a look at some paperwork on her desk, and her face was inches away.

He didn't notice her lashes though, nor her bright eyes like he did with you.

"I called you here today to speak to you," she began. Her voice was steady, calm, confident. Whatever she was planning to say, she had either rehearsed it or was steeled in her resolve.

"A-About what?" A stutter. Not good. He hadn't meant to stutter, so he just gulped down his next nervous words.

"About YN."

All of a sudden, Yeri had surged forward. Her stands of hair had flown with her, falling off her shoulders and hanging over Jungwon. Even though he was taller than her, he had to lean back to not come in contact with any part of her skin.

He held his breath again, like he did with you, but because he was terrified he'd accidentally breathe on her face.

Her eyes had narrowed. Yeri's eyes never narrowed. They had always been slightly curved from a smile, or fondly closed in thought, but never once had they even become close to those dangerous slits on her face.

Was this the same person he knew? What had initially drawn him to her was her sweetness, so how could she look so stone cold (read: terrifying) in this moment?

"Look, I know we're kind of close and all, but YN was my first friend and one of my only long-standing friendships since I was 9 years-old." Jungwon couldn't take her gaze, so he turned to look out the window as she spoke.

"They've been my rock ever since I started having trouble with my parents, and was always supportive of everything I did. YN is self-sacrificial and diligent in a way you'd only notice if you were friends with them, and observant to the small details, playful when you need them to be, and highly emotionally empathetic—"

She paused, as if finally noticing Jungwon's attempts to distract himself.

"—I'm talking to you here." His eyes snapped back towards her face at the harshness of the tone she used, and a bead of sweat formed at the back of his neck. Ok, never trying that again. "You're not a bad person, Jungwon. I know you're not the type to hurt someone like that, but I'm not taking that chance. YN is a very sensitive individual, ok?"

Yeri waited, long enough for the frightened boy in front of her to get the memo. Eventually, he nodded.

"Good. So don't you ever attempt to hurt them—actually, even if it was a mistake, I couldn't care less. I will make sure you won't live past the age of 30. You won't even be alive to see your grandchildren, Yang Jungwon."

To make her point clear, she turned her glare burning. He could feel it through his soul. Such a stare would generally leave his heart palpitating, and it was surely, but he'd be an idiot if he didn't know the difference between it beating in fear and from affection. Right then, it was fear.

As if she was finally satisfied, Yeri leaned back from the cornered Student Council President in front of her, and took several steps backwards.

"Take this as my blessing for your relationship," she offered, hand coming to give a small pat at his shoulder. It took every fibre of his being not to flinch. He did Taekwondo for God's sake, what was with him?

The words hadn't come out of her mouth, but it was silently spoken from one party to another. This wasn't just a blessing, this was a warning. A threat too, all in one.

Yeri took it upon herself to exit the room first, even making sure to close the door gently as to not disturb anyone around them, and Jungwon's legs took him to his Council President seat—because if he didn't take a seat, he was sure he'd faint somewhere along the way back.

Kim Yerim had just threatened him like an overprotective Mob Boss whose child had just gotten their first boyfriend. Kim Yerim, his crush, the girl he had been pining over since they had both been elected for Council positions, Kim Yerim—who he had apparently not known enough about.

Outside of the room, Yeri was making her way down the hallways, checking messages on her phone as she did so.

(10)! unread messages from Heeseung!

All with the same premise. What did you talk to Jungwon about? What did you say? Yeri? Where are you?

She should've known Jungwon would tell his other friends, it was only natural he would. I'll deal with that later.

She tucked her phone back into her skirt pocket, unaware of the frantic footfalls of someone running down the hallways in the opposite direction.

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Nagito, Kokichi and Gundham with a s/o who wears a mask

Desc; S/o is insecure of a large scar on her eye, so they cover it with a prosthetic mask. But someone snatches it off their face. >:(

Btw!!! If you have insecurities about past scars, remember that Nagito, Gundham and Kokichi will always love you no matter what! As well as the other characters from danganronpa >:3 remember to love yourself and all your scars, because you are truly beautiful! And you can’t say otherwise! ùwú

Warnings; tw; insults based off looks/scars, cussing, threatening, very very few sexual comments(there’s like 1)

Nagito

You were walking around the beach with Nagito, hand in hand. You two conversed about random topics, though Nagito mostly talked about hope obviously. As you two talked, you didn’t notice a certain pig-tailed girl make her way towards you. The both of you being too entranced by the other.

As you turned your head to see Hiyoko charging towards you, you were too slow to avoid her gremlin-like hands, Hiyoko was able to snatch your mask off. Your eyes widened in shock at the feeling of your mask being removed, but before you could even feel the air hit your face, Nagito acted quickly. 

He hastily brought you into a hug, gently pressing your face against his shoulder, shielding your scar from view. Personally, Nagito adored your scar, for he loved every part of you.

Despite all his countless compliments and sentiments, he knew how insecure you still were. So he did what he needed to do, for your sake. Feeling a warmth engulf your heart, you teared up at Nagito’s actions. You truly appreciated him.

You stood there in Nagito’s embrace, the embarrassment finally hitting you like a brick shortly after. Oh how you were glad Nagito was there. Nagito curled his arm protectively around your body, “Not cool, Hiyoko-san. What a terrible act of despair.” He shook his head and sighed from disappointment,

“Well it’s okay, your talent isn’t completely wasted. Because you can become a wonderful sacrifice for the other ultimates! Don’t you think?” Nagito spoke with sickly sweet tone, his words becoming louder and more crazed with time. He looked directly into Hiyoko’s panic-stricken irises with his swirled ones as he grinned.

“W-what are you saying? If you’re threatening m-me, I’ll tell the others!” Nagito nodded his head with an inappropriately cheerful smile, “Go ahead! Tell them what you did!” Nagito giggled maniacally, successfully scaring her away. She made a sound of frustration before skittering away like a cockroach. 

Hearing Hiyoko’s footsteps fade away, you slowly relaxed into Nagito’s protective embrace. Nagito slowly calmed down from his previous state as well, relieved that the rat was gone.

He didn’t let go of you until he realized what he was doing, “M-my hope! I’m so sorry, I know you probably didn’t want to hug trash like me-” He tried pulling away but you shoved his body back towards you. “... Thank you.” He let out a small squeak before hesitantly hugging you back. 

He brought his hands up to cup your face, seeing your face properly without your mask. Your eyes widened as you struggled to hide your face from his gaze. But before you could move away he kissed your scar multiple times, leaving you in a daze.

Your face got redder with every kiss he gave you, eventually he stopped right before your lips. “I love every single part of you, especially your scars, so don’t hide them from me.” And he leaned in.

Kokichi

You and Kokichi were playing hide & seek in the school—of course—after an abundant amount of pleading on Kokichi’s side. As soon as you heard Kokichi holler out a, “Ten!”

You started sprinting to the other side of the school; You see, you take hide & seek games very seriously. Well, you decided you’d take hide & seek games seriously ever since Kokichi said that, and I quote, “If you lose, you have to show me your face!”

Why did you take the bet, you ask? Because Kokichi also said, “But if I lose, I’ll wear a maid dress for a week!” And you needed to see him in that dress. So you ran like hell, on your way to the lockers in one of the classrooms. As you ran down the hall, you accidentally bumped into Miu. 

“Hey! Watch it, you piss stained deformed pig!” She yelled out, taking a step back, you looked at her with confusion and anger. “Bitch, excuse-” You cut yourself off as you felt her snatch your mask off your face. “W-what the hell!?”

You yelped as you stumbled back and covered your face with your hand, “Why w-would you do that?” You stuttered out, the vulnerability of your mask off hitting you like a truck. You looked to the ground, not being able to make eye contact with your assaulter, suddenly feeling anxious.

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m sure everyone has wanted to see that gross face beneath your mask! I’d be doing them a favour!” She threw her head back, hysterically laughing at you.

You wanted so bad to knock her off her high horse, but she was still holding on to your mask. Since you’ve become overly comfortable with your mask, you weren’t able to function properly without it.

So all you could utter out was a meek, “J-just give it back.” Because of your focus on your mask, you completely forgot about the hide & seek game. Thus, forgetting that Kokichi was probably trying to find you right now.

“Whaaaaaat~? Iruma-san got to see your face before me? S/o-chaaaaaan, that’s not fair.” You shot your head up, making eye contact with a pair of familiar purple eyes. Before quickly looking back down, too ashamed to reveal your face.

Miu’s eyes darted around the room to find the source of the noise, but she couldn't find where it came from. Then, Miu suddenly tensed up, feeling Kokichi’s tight grip on her shoulder.

“Hey, hey, why don’t I rip out your eyeballs so we can say you never saw anything?” Kokichi dug his fingers into her shoulder, eerily grinning up at her. Miu winced and tried to get away from him. Seeing this, Kokichi giggled, “Nishishi!” before leaning beside her ear, “...You have 5 seconds, whore.”

Kokichi’s grin grew impossibly larger, looking as if the edges of his mouth had been split. A lewd cry came out from Miu’s mouth before she freed herself from the boy’s grip. You both watched as she ran down the hall, clutching her groin. Did... did she get aroused from that?

You looked back down and watched Kokichi’s shoes as they slowly approached you. “Hmmm, my turn! My turn!” Kokichi gripped both your wrists, pulling them away from your face. Flinching away from his gaze, you expected him to make a disgusted face or push you away but instead he said,

“Oh c’mon, you don't even look that bad! Maaaaan, I thought you’d look scary. But instead you just look perfectly fuckable! Bummer.” Kokichi huffed out defeatedly, pretending not to notice your face that was becoming redder and redder with every second. “You can’t say things l-like that so e-easily!”

Kokichi smirked at your flustered state, before putting on an innocent facade, “Hey, why are you so nervous, huh? Is it because you like me?” You perked your head up slightly from his guess in panic, oh shit he knows. “Well? Answer the question, dummy!” He playfully leaned in closer to get a reaction out of you.

He tilted his head underneath yours, trying to get you to make eye contact with him. Not being able to avoid his gaze, you shyly looked at him. He grinned when he saw your eyes lock with his, content that you finally looked at him. You flushed underneath his stare, “Ohhh I see.” He exaggerated,

“So you are in love with me.” Before you could refute, Kokichi pecked you quickly on your lips, disallowing you from saying anything else. “W-wha?” Kokichi cackled to himself before running away, “Nishishi! Start counting, S/o-Chan~!” 

Gundham

 You were in the rocket punch market with Gundham, searching the aisles for freeze dried strawberries. You and Gundham wanted to get his hamsters a treat so they can, ‘rise and become the rulers of the island!‘ as the great prince of darkness said.

You looked through the candy aisle, searching for the dried fruit. While skimming your hand through the various plastic packages, you accidentally brushed your hand against Gundham’s. You both pulled away and flushed from the contact. 

You hid your blushing face in your mask, whilst he hid his in his scarf. You both apologized profusely to each other, “S-sorry! I wasn’t watching my hand and-” “S/o, you must’t apologize! It was me who was at fault.” You two kept bickering back and forth, before ultimately reaching a common ground. ‘It was the package’s fault.’ Hiyoko rolled her eyes at your disgustingly adorable ‘argument’.

You two went back to searching for the treat, stealing small glances from each other. God, you guys acted like an oblivious awkward teen couple. Hiyoko watched your dumbasses act like idiots and got sick of it, she just wanted her goddamn gummy bears.

She groaned before barging into your aisle, “You guys are so annoying! Ugh, can’t you and freak-face just go already?” You winced at the insult, feeling that deep pit of insecurity all over again. 

Hiyoko went up to you and smacked your mask off, “For fuck’s sake, why do you even like this nerd? They’re so ugly!” You scrambled to your knees to pick your mask back up. But before you could, she stepped on it.

You whimpered at the broken material, letting your hair cover your face like a curtain. You slowly stood up with one hand on your face, about to leave as Hiyoko said but Gundham quickly grabbed your wrist. 

He faced Hiyoko with a threatening aura surrounding him, “Puto vos esse molestissimos, vacca stulta.” Hiyoko looked at Gundham with scared confusion, “The fuck? A-are you cursing me?” Gundham looked at Hiyoko dead in the eyes before taking another breath, 

“Faciem durum cacantis habes, futue te ipsum!” Hiyoko slowly backed away, feeling chills run up her spine. “I just wanted some damn gummy bears!” Hiyoko wailed before turning on her heels and out the doors. 

Gundham turned to you, checking if you were okay. But instead, you stepped away from him. You didn’t want him to see your scar, you didn’t want him to think you were ugly. “Wait- I- My mask-” You choked up, feeling a panic attack bubble up from your chest.

Gundham looked at you with concern, it pained him to see you in such distress. Grabbing your shoulders, he spoke to you with a strong, confident voice, “S/o. You are the darkest light in my life, I adore every part of you. Your battle scars, your charisma, you. I love you.”

He moved your hair away from your face, and lightly kissed your scar. “Your scar proves how incredible you are, it proves you’ve fought the demons in hell! And that just makes you even more perfect.”

You smiled when you heard him call you perfect, unsure of when someone last called you that. You continued to cry harder, but instead of in pain, you cried from the overwhelming love you had for this man. 

sorry for taking long! and thank you for requesting :)

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:carton of milk - kageyama tobio

back to: series index || ann’s playground

pairing: kageyama tobio x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: timestop!au, TW!!dubcon, smut, angst, pwp, masturbation, blowjob, handjob, deepthroating, does this count as somnophilia(?), mentions of oikawa

summary: the day after the break up, you find yourself confiding in tobio, your reliable underclassmen. he's not good with his words, but he offers you a drink-- and you happen to drink more than he would ever thought you would.

brimming later hours into the night, the moonlight seemed to play peek-a-boo behind the scattered clouds. the slight breeze danced at the hem of your skirt as you're sat outside karasuno's second gym, knees up to your chest, head buried in your arms. the rhythmic sound of the volleyballs ricocheting off the hardwood floors and squeaks of sneakers only seemed to echo in your mind. 

"senpai?" 

you raise your head at the inquiry, only to meet the blue eyed gaze of your underclassmen, and the crinkle of his steps toward you against the dirt. "what're you doing out here? it's late."

you let out a sigh before responding, tilting your head up to avoid his curious stare. "i'm thinking, tobio."

he raised an eyebrow in confusion. "thinking about what?" 

the low hum of the vending machine and wisps of the night air filled the space's silence, as you blankly stare up into the endless black and blue above. "i broke up with him."

kageyama's eyes widen, mouth falling slightly open, staring at you in disbelief, and you almost scoff. "y-you broke up with oikawa-san? why?" 

you unfortunately understood the utter surprise, as any outsider looking at the two of you would've seen it. you knew the way you looked at him was filled with adoration and love. the times he pointed at you after a serve, or the random back hugs he'd give when picking you up from school. 

it was definitely the shameless kissing and proclamations of utter infatuation with each other, that led other people to think love had definitely taken a liking to the two of you. 

but the fact you could recite yesterday's events like the back of your hand- the thought of everything being a lie was more realistic than your fairytale of a relationship. 

you remember the shade of pink that came across her cheeks, and that dark blue of her discarded underwear. you remember the creak of the bed, the melody of moans that tumbled from his lips- the same ones that he swore that only you would ever hear. you remember the string of lies that came from that very same mouth, the ones that failed in attempts of faux reassurance. 

"it's all a misunderstanding!" the disheveled look of after sex hair he sported was a stark contrast in the words he called out after you, grabbing your hand to turn you towards him. you immediately jerk away at his touch, face scrunching in distaste.

"just how is you being balls deep into another girl a misunderstanding, tooru?" 

"y-you were just there at the wrong place and the wrong time! i-"

"what the fuck does that even mean?" you yell back, fists clenched tight. "have you been doing this the entire time we were together?" 

the look of guilt that washed over his face was more than enough to have had made you bawl, but you held back, forcing yourself to hold your head higher. "i hope you're at least half as loyal to that girl than you are to volleyball." your eyes that were once filled with warmth, now cold daggers, as you briskly turned from him, beginning to walk away. "i-if…"

you halted in your steps at the start of his words. "if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i swear i would." 

your heart ached at his broken tone, regret hanging off every word. you wanted to run back into his arms, kiss him and tell him that it was alright. that everything would be alright. "but you can't." 

you don't see how he stares at the shape of your back, and he doesn't see the tears that streamed down your cheeks when you continued. "you can't stop time."

the nerve of that motherfucker. 

"senpai?" 

a snap back to reality hits you when tobio leans forward in worry. "senpai? are you okay?" 

only then do you realize the glassiness in your vision. "oh." hurriedly wiping the edges of your eyes, you give the boy a small smile. "sorry about that." 

he shakes his head, pressing the familiar chime of buttons into the vending machine. "did he do something bad?" 

you fiddle with an object in your hands, watching as he pushes the door open, and stabbing his straw through the carton. "something like that." 

but you felt absolutely pathetic. 

if you didn't break up with tooru, as of right now, you'd be dragging him face first from the seijoh gym after getting a call from iwaizumi. you'd still be looking at him like he was what the world, and you revolved around him. if you were a bit stronger, perhaps you'd still be able to walk over there and give your goodbyes to their volleyball club. 

instead, here you were. sitting outside karasuno's second gym, still wearing one of his old sweaters. the bounce of rubber and screech of shoes only reminds you of the late nights you'd spend watching his practices. you wallowed in what was, and you hated it. 

you know it's not your fault. you understand there was nothing you could have done. yet the voice at the back of you head taunts, and peppers thoughts that aren't yours. 

that maybe if you were a better girlfriend- maybe if you bought a blue set of panties instead. maybe if you smiled a bit more. maybe if you were more-- "here." 

pushing the watch you were messing with into your pocket, you reflexively catch a slightly cold and sweating carton of milk from the underclassmen. "i hope you win." 

you offer him a lopsided grin at the analogy. "you know he can't beat me, tobio." 

he nods promptly, and the crunch of the dirt under his shoes follow as he begins to walk away.

"tobio, do you think i'm…pretty?" 

although his back turned to you, you don't miss the way the tips of his ears immediately flare up. his posture straightening when his pace quickens, after the rushed, polite goodbye he offered you. 

...

the next time you see tobio was an occasion you felt slightly guilty about. 

patrolling the hallways as part of your student council duties, you ended up shooing a clique of boys loitering in front of the bathroom. their excuses played into one ear and out the other when you sent them to their classrooms, earning a couple insults on the way. 

and only when their figures disappear down the hallway do you hear the grunts. the moans. 

your eyes widen, fully knowing the source of the noise, and a shot of heat pools in your gut.

every ounce of responsibility in your body is screaming at you. the full knowledge of other patrollers being far from your position, the understanding that this was definitely wrong for you to be walking into the boy's bathroom, and the fact that this was tobio. the cute, round faced tobio who tagged behind you at kitagawa first. how you always peppered him in compliments after practice, and offering a couple milk candies you'd snuck away from your now, ex. the same doe-eyed tobio, who asked where the gym was. 

that was the same tobio who had his fist wrapped around his angry red cock, tip weeping in precum, and his eyes closed shut in concentration. you quickly placed a hand over your mouth, stopping the surprised noise that came up your throat. you felt disgusting, feeling the way your panties dampened with each stroke of his shaft, clenched thighs, and school slacks pooled at his ankles. how you wished that it was you he was thinking about. how you'd want to slap his hand away and sink his length into you until he cried. "f-fuck…" another groan leaves his lips and your eyes widen. realization hits you.

"if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i would." 

your jaw clenches as you shove your hand in your pocket, and the tentative click of the stopwatch rings out. 

like that, the world halts in place. the wisps of clouds stop their journey guided by the wind. the birds pose against the blue hue of the sky, and the teachers and students alike stop mid lesson. nothing else can be heard except the click of your shoes against the tile of the bathroom floor, pattering towards the setter in question. 

you place a guilty kiss on the crease of his forehead before turning his build towards you, dropping to your knees.

as if you were apologizing. 

you place your smaller hand on top of his own, and the combined stroke of his cock was an absolute sinful sight that made your mouth salivate. you leaned in, taking a tentative lick from midshaft to the tip, and his precum collecting at your tastebuds-- you moan in pure delight. his taste became addictive whence you finally took him into the heat of your mouth, wrapping your lips around him, and taking an innocent look up. 

although face still paused, you still take your time in admiring him. the collar of his military button up popped, a button or so undone, the familiar pout on his face, and tan skin with a light sheen of sweat. 

oh, what you would do to kiss him- to swallow his moans into his throat and ride him in this bathroom. how you wished it was you who he was jerking off to, and that if he wanted to split you in two. the stretch of your lips around him only paled in comparison to what your imagination held for his cock buried in your cunt. 

but this was about him. 

working yourself lower and lower, you finally took all of him. nose pressing against the mound of his abdominals, as you reached over and gripped his thigh. nails slightly digging into the meat of his leg, your air flow constricting and eyes turning foggy when you replay his earlier melody of moans in your head like a broken record. 

you undo a button of two of your blouse, your chest slightly peeking out- simply because it was just too fucking hot. the flush and suction of your cheeks against the heat of his dick seeming like the only thing in the world that mattered. 

this was for all the times he'd stayed by your side. for all the times he'd offered you a shoulder to lean on, and an ear to listen. for all the times he'd put up with your ex's envy antics, and for last night. 

you wanted him to remember your gratitude. 

life resumed, and for a split second, tobio swore he saw you. 

glassy eyes, your nose pressed against his abdominals. the way your throat convulsed as you choked around him. his length hitting the back of your throat, and how everything was suddenly so hot, wet, slick and sticky. the way your breasts peeked out from under your shirt, and several strands of baby hair sticking to your forehead. how you stared back at him with such want. such eagerness.

as if you wanted him too. 

it was too much. it was overwhelming when witnessing the sight of you gagging sand struggling to take him, forcing him face first into an orgasm. cumming spurts out over the urinal with his fist clenched around himself, thighs shaking and the heavy pants of his breath. he let out a pornographic moan in the school bathroom-- eyes blinking in utter relief yet confusion. 

even though it was a mere flash of an image, he swore it was you… 

but where did you go? 

he would never know how, or why you briefly resumed the timeline like that. he would never know that you did it out of pure selfishness. no matter how many times you wanted to convince yourself that it was a gift for him. 

he wouldn't notice the press of your legs together when you spotted him on his next excursion at the vending machine. he wouldn't notice how you seemed to know why he got so flustered over the most pure of interactions throughout the rest of the week. 

the way you sucked at your straw at lunch, and licking the remnants of milk from around your lips. you seemed to giggle louder than before, and it made his heart do something strange. 

"you want a sip, tobio?" your question catches him off guard as he coughs, before shaking his head. "ah n-no, i'm alright." both of you settle in comfortable silence, except for the occasional sip or chew of snacks.

 things began to dial down, as your heart began to heal. ever so slowly, the cracks of your heart being filled with moments like these. 

"senpai?" kageyama suddenly calls out. 

"yes tobio?" you looked over at his slouched form against the concrete wall, leaning over to brush part of his bangs out of his eyes, and not missing the slight blush that comes over his face. 

"oikawa-san is an idiot."

you raise your eyebrow. "that was out of nowhere."

he looks away from you, and you only grow more confused before he continues."i don't know what he said to you, but i think you're attractive."

your breath hitches for a second, before you settle into a a bright smile- one that has kageyama's heart beat in his ears. grabbing him by the collar, pulling him close, and giving him a noogie. "aww tobio, you're so cute. you'll always be my favorite." 

but your volleyball headed tobio doesn't deserve to be a rebound. and it's not what will heal your broken heart right now. 

that's what you said, with the time stop watch tucked away in the pocket of your sweater.  

[nagito-kissmaeda]

I really don't know if requests are open so I'm sorry if I didn't noticed they're closed 💔 However if they are open could you please write Nagito with female s/o that lost bet to Hiyoko and running around island in maid dress?

ミ☆ Sorry this took me so long! Also it got very nasty and i hope that is okay lol. I can’t help myself when it comes to Nagito. Word count: 2024 Contains: NSFW, fem reader, they/them pronouns, explict sexual content, voyeurism ミ☆ Please send me a DM or an ask if you’d like me to write something for you!

This is humiliating. 

The Jabberwock island sun is burning down hot as always, you can feel the skin of your bare arms already starting to burn and your legs are getting sweaty under the thick thigh high socks. This outfit was not designed for this weather, but clearly Hiyoko Saionji cared very little about that fact.

She is walking beside you, snickering behind a hand. The six inch heels she has forced you into makes her seem even shorter than usual.

You sigh, “How much longer?”

“I told you! One whole lap of the islands!” She taps a finger to her chin, feigning thoughtfulness, “We’re about...halfway done.”

You huff and cross your arms. You don't usually wear heels, your feet are already starting to ache, and the unpaved path on central island makes it even harder for you to walk, “Can I at least take the shoes off?”

Saionji scoffs, “Uh, obviously not. The heels are essential. You think i'm just gonna let you run around in sneakers? What would even be the fucking point?”

“Yeah, yeah, Okay. I get it.” 

To be fair, this was all your fault. After waking up from the Neo World Program, you and the rest of your classmates found that the island was a mess and had spent the past few months slowly making it livable. It must have been rotten luck that got you paired with Saionji to clean out the back room in the diner on the second island. Apparently the waitresses who worked there before the island was abandoned used to wear sexy maid costumes, and there happened to be one in your size. Saionji had said something about a bet, that if you were game enough to walk around in the maid costume, she would take on your cleaning duties for the next three days. It was a bad idea, you really should have said no.

There's a gust of wind and your short skirt flutters around your thighs. You clench your jaw and try your best to keep your panties from showing. Saionji laughs again. 

“Remember when we bumped into Hanamura earlier and he said that he thought you looked-”

“Shut up, Saionji.” You hiss, walking a little faster as you cross the bridge over to the first island, “Withstanding your ridicule was not part of the deal.”

“Yeah, but it wasn't not not part of the deal.” She sticks her tongue out. 

The heels are so loud on the wooden slats of the bridge, and it takes a decent amount of effort to stop yourself from getting stuck in one of the gaps and tripping. You can tell Saionji thinks it is very funny how hard you need to focus on your own feet. 

“Okay.” She says as you step out onto the island, “One loop here, and then back to the second island. You might actually manage it if you dont trip and break a leg on the way back,”

You shoot her a glare, “Was that a threat?”

She shrugs, “Just saying you should watch where you walk” She playfully taps your shin with the side of her foot, you manage not to stumble, but it was still a dirty move. 

Before you are able to call her out for her nasty trick, Saionji laughs again and nods her head in the direction of the cabins. You’ve just made your way in through the front gate, and are about to head down to the restaurant, “Look who was lucky enough to leave his cottage right as were walking past.”

Saionji’s intonation on the word lucky makes your stomach twist and turn. You’re too afraid to follow her line of sight, swallowing nervously and looking down at the ground, “Hey, uh, i think I’m calling it here. You win.”

You move to walk away, buy Saionji grabs you by the wrist, “What are you chickening out for? I didn't realise you were such a loser.”

“Saionji” You warn, glaring down at her, “You better let me go or else i will-”

“Ah, hello!” Komaeda interrupts. You freeze, heart racing at the sound of his voice. This is literally the worst thing that could have possibly happened. Your cheeks are burning “How lucky it is that I get to see the both of...ah…” His voice slowly trails off as he notices what you are wearing. It's with a newfound desperation that you struggle to escape Saionji’s grip, but she holds fast. 

“Hey, Weirdo.” Saionji jeers, her hand still tight around your wrist, “Do you like this cute outfit I found?”

“Oh...I...uh…” 

You let your eyes slip up to his face. Komaeda has his hair up in a ponytail and his cheeks are burning red as he stares down at the length of bare thigh peeking out from the top of your stockings. You can hear the sound of your heart beating in your ears.

You like Komaeda. As in, you really like Komaeda. 

Seeing him getting all flustered is doing strange things to your stomach, but you are still frozen with embarrassment. 

“I think he likes it~” Saionji taunts, smirking up at you. 

His eyes are combing over you, his lower lip pulled in between his teeth. There's warmth between your thighs, your fingernails are digging into your palms. You barely even notice as you start getting bolder, gently brushing the hemline of your skirt with your hand, tugging it a little further up your thigh. Komaeda’s throat bobs. 

“Did...did Saionji make you do this?” He asks.

You nod, still feeling too overwhelmed to actually say anything. He must see the way you are looking at him, the way his blush runs all the way down to his collarbones, the way you want desperately to see more of his skin. His eyes meet yours questioning, but hungry. 

“You look…” he heaves a shaky breath, eyes quickly flitting over to Saionji  like he is trying to remind himself that she is still there, “...good.”

You grip onto the fabric of your skirt to stop your hands from shaking, “Thank you. Um-” you look down at your toes for a moment,  “Hanamura got kind of weird about it, but i'm uh…” you look back up at Komaeda, his eyes are perfect and green, “I’m glad that you like it…”

He’s just staring at you now, and you hope that he understands the meaning of your words. That maybe this whole embarrassing ordeal is worth it if he finds you attractive. You want him so badly, you want him to want you so badly. The way his eyes roam over your body makes you quiver with something. Nerves? Excitement? 

“What the fuck is happening right now?”

You and Komaeda are suddenly pulled from a trance and forced to look back down at Saionji. She’s staring up at you with a mix of horror and confusion.

You feel a bolt of arousal shoot down to your center when Komaeda turns to her and says, “Would you mind leaving us alone, Saionji-san?”

Saionji blinks, “Huh? We’ve still got to walk all the way back to the second island or they lose the bet! I'm not going anywhere in case she cheats!”

“Bet’s off.” You say, pulling your wrist from her grasp and taking a step closer to Komaeda. God, even with the heels on he is still taller than you, “You should really go.”

Saionji barks a laugh, “Fine, but you better not complain when you have cleaning duty all next week.” 

He is very subtle about it, but you feel the cool touch of Komaeda’s fingers on your bare thigh, he stares at Saionji over your shoulder and is much less polite when he says, “Saionji, leave.” 

You don't turn around, but you hear the sound of sandals clattering on wood as she dashes out of the hotel area. The second she is out of view, Komaeda grabs you by the shoulders and pins you up against the wall of the closet cottage (Souda’s? It really doesn't matter) breathing so heavily that you can see his shoulders shaking.

“I’m...I’m so sorry...I” He back pedals, letting his arms fall to the sides, “I don't know what came over me, I'm such garbage i-”

Fuck it, you think. Grabbing the front of his coat and tugging his lips up against yours. It takes him a moment to recognise what is even happening, but the second he does, his large hands grab tight on either side of your waist and he kisses you back in a fervor. You can feel him moan against your lips, and it’s too much for you. So you spin him around until he is the one with his back up against the wall, jamming your knee in between his legs and shoving one hand up under his shirt. His skin is smooth, you can feel his ribs under your fingers. He whimpers under your lips when your tongue enters his mouth, tangling with his, and one of his hands creeps down to the short hemline of your skirt, slipping his fingers up underneath. You hear him choke on a moan when he finds that your stockings are being held up by a garter-belt. 

“You’re killing me.” He hisses against your mouth. 

You lift up the knee between his legs and grind it against his crotch. He makes the cutest little noise, hips wriggling against the pressure of your knee until he is basically fucking himself on it. You moan at the sight of him, cheeks red, hair mussed, writhing against you desperately. 

“That’s a good boy.” You whisper in his ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his throat, “Does that feel nice?”

“Hng-I….I…” he throws his head backward until it collides with the wall, “What about..ahhAH...what about you?”

Watching him like this is getting you wet enough as it is, you smirk and suck gently on his pulse point, “What about me? I want to watch you cum, sweetheart. That’s what i want.”

His green eyes are blown wide when they meet yours, he swallows, “Out….outside?”

“Yeah, baby.” You press your knee up even harder and relish in the choked sound he makes, “Right here.” 

You aren't sure what it is about the maid costume that gives you this confidence, but you feel powerful. Watching Komaeda moan and drool as he grinds furiously against your stocking-clad knee is only making you feel sexier. 

The hand you have under his shirt sneaks upward even further, he squeaks when you rub one of his nipples between your thumb and forefinger, “You think you can cum for me, sweetheart?”

He nods furiously, hips quivering as you continue biting and sucking your way down his throat and over his shoulder. You can feel him growing more desperate, you can feel his pressing his throbbing cock harder and harder against the unyielding pressure of your knee. His mouth is hung open, drool is dripping down his chin and he is flushed all the way down to his chest. You moan just from the mere sight of him, your sex clenching with desire, but that would have to wait. You wanted to watch him come undone.

“I…I’m” he whines, writhing and panting against you, “I’m so close…”

“You’re going to cum?”

Komaeda makes a noise of affirmation, but it mostly just sounds like a moan. You grin and push your knee up even higher, leaning in to lick up the shell of his ear.

“Go on, then.” You whisper, “Cum for me, pretty boy,”

A moan rips through him. So loud that anyone nearby must have heard it. His hips quiver and shake against you, grinding and wriggling and then finally coming to a stop. He looks godlike, his hair fucked five ways to hell and his eyes glazed over with arousal. A shaky giggle escapes his mouth, and then he licks his lips. 

“Okay. Your turn”

You don't resist when he grabs you by the hand and pulls you to his cottage. Maybe Saionji actually helped you out for once, even if she didn't mean it.