#i will kiss your gorgeous face off one day

[okwonyo]

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husband!enhypen & wife!reader 8OO non-idol au fluff established relationship 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏｡ mention of kissing

지아 ⠀⦂⠀credit to my amazing girlfriend kimibae for the idea ><

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HEESEUNG it happens when he is talking to his colleagues— his phone rings inside of his pocket and, as if it was a national instinct, he takes it immediately. he doesn’t hesitate much before accepting the call when your name appears, leaving his colleagues hanging. “yes, baby?” he answers, in the softest tone anyone has witnessed him use before. it’s something he only does with you, picking up the phone no matter what. no matter where he is or what he is doing, if you call, you can be sure that he will always answer. his abrupt disappearance makes the people he was talking to a tad bit confused. they ask him who he was talking to as soon as he comes back. “who?” he smiles. “i was talking to my wife.”

JAY “what are you doing here, princess?” he smiles gently, resting his back on his chair’s backseat— getting comfortable as soon as he sees you. with a happy expression on your face, you walk toward your husband. you hold the lunchbox in your hands in a way that makes his heart swell, with such love and care that he might melt. “you forget your lunch at home, so i bought it to you.” he lets you settle yourself on his laps as you talk, “am i bothering you?” and he can’t tell you that he left his lunchbox on purpose, just to see you. “no, i love your visits.” so, it’s never really confirmed or said out loud (until a work party), but the way he looks at you, the shining ring on his finger says it all.

JAKE there isn’t a day where he stays quiet— he is always bringing your name up somehow. in every conversation he has, no matter how brief they can be, you will always get mentioned at some point of it. therefore, he is the first to find it a bit surprising when people find out that is married to you, several months after the wedding happened. people ask him with wide eyes about what he means by ‘my wife’ and he looks at them with the exact same expression. “well, i am married?” he answers, as if it was obvious. to his defense, he really thought it was. to his words, he adds the action of showing off his ring when he speak again, “i have a wife, i talk about her all the time. do you even listen to me?”

SUNGHOON doesn’t talk about you much. although, you are on his mind from the moment he wakes up to when he closes his eyes at night— he likes to protect his privacy at all costs. however, when he gets married, he assumes that everyone already knows about it. the ring on his finger accompanied by your picture on his desk makes it quite obvious (he even catches himself staring at either of them quite often). he discovers that it’s not the case at all when he tells his colleagues about how he has to leave early because he has a date. he’s bewildered when someone asks him with whom, he thinks they are joking at first, but it doesn’t seem like it. “with my wife?”

SUNOO your husband is handsome. you’d say that he is pretty, ethereal even. you know that already— how gorgeous he is and how magnetic is aura can be. so, it doesn’t surprise you when he tells you that his colleagues spend half of their time trying to match him up with someone and the other half hitting on him with barely any shame. he always denies their offer with a sweet laugh—until he comes back from his honeymoon. he looks refreshed, he can’t stop smiling whenever he thinks about you, which makes him ten times more attractive. this time, when someone tells him that one of his colleagues likes him, he denies again but with a brand new formula. “i am a married man, now.”

JUNGWON can’t leave home without the satisfaction of your lips touching his. even if it’s not necessarily his lips, he wants a kiss somewhere on him. your complaints about how it’ll ruin your lip combo or take off your lipstick doesn’t affect him at all. your husband gets a kiss from his wife no matter what. sometimes, he even leaves before you can tell him that your lipstick is on his mouth, because he shuts you up with another peck before running away. usually, he notices it and take it off but not today. this time, it’s when one of his colleagues asks him who he got those stains from that he remembers. “oh, it must have been from my wife.”

RIKI he doesn’t understand why people don’t believe whenever he brings you up. he always talks about you— while making sure the use the term ‘my wife’ ever since you got married. however, it doesn’t seem to get into his colleagues’ head, for some reason that he either doesn’t know or that doesn’t make any sense. “i can’t go out with you guys today,” he tells his colleagues, already looking for his car somewhere in the parking lot— his mind is only focused in on coming home to you. “my wife is waiting for me at home.” today he decides to directly show pictures of your wedding when they ask what he is talking about. he was right, ‘but you are so young!’ is a stupid argument.

taglist open + net— @sgz-net

[gojopill]

The sun has long since set. Midnight deepens as Nanami finally, finally, slips through the cracked bedroom door. In the pale gleam filtering through the window, he notices you—or rather, the you-shaped lump curled up under the comforter. As expected, it is late, and despite your unwavering insistence on wanting to wait up for him, Nanami shot it down every time, ordering you to listen to your body’s sleepy signals. Eight hours are important, he’d remind you—and he meant it. He meant it, and yet, that pesky, fleeting spark of selfishness lingers, because if he were truly honest, Nanami would’ve loved to ask you to stay awake and greet him.

He shuffles through an unhurried routine, quietly shedding his clothes—first his dress shirt, then his belt, then pants and undershirt, and finally his socks and garters—all balled up and tossed into the hamper. Tomorrow morning, first thing, Nanami will start a load of laundry. But tonight? He just wants to lie down with his beloved after a long, hard day at work.

He peels back the comforter just enough to slip beneath, instantly melting into the enveloping warmth your body has left behind. You lie nude, belly-down, arms woven beneath the satin pillow. In the dim ambiance, Nanami admires you in your peaceful slumber. A delicate touch glides along the slope of your back, slowly descending to that shapely ass. Despite the ravenous exhaustion of a ten-hour workday, a lecherous claw grips his core, urging him to surrender to the aching need to feel you. A brawny arm slithers beneath your torso and with all the tenderness in the world, Nanami maneuvers your limp body onto its perfect side and reels you in until your back is flush to his broad chest. Guilt pricks him when your breath stutters and your shoulders twitch with drowsy awareness. “Kento?”

“I’m sorry,” he coos into your sleep-tousled hair, smoothing a palm down to stroke the soft pouch of your stomach. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You mumble quietly, unintelligibly, moaning as you stretch your leg, ending with your calf nestled between his. "It’s okay." Falling back even further into the nest of Nanami’s hot body, you murmur, "It’s good. I wan’ed to be up for you." Lithe fingers fit in between the gaps of his thicker ones; you give him a loving squeeze.

"Oh, is that right?" Nanami’s coy question came without any real cockiness. He speaks against your neck, carving into the crevice beneath your jaw. "I was curious where your pajamas went."

Your smaller hand slips from his, and you reach back, cupping his stubbled cheek. "Figured you’d enjoy it."

"I do," Nanami responds eagerly, catching your wrist. His head tilts to the side, to your hand, and he playfully nips at your fingertip. "I’d enjoy you in anything... even a trash bag."

“You would not.”

“I would.” Fitting your hand back against his face, he hums something deep and rich. “My gorgeous wife.” You’re blushing, he can feel the warmth emanating off your nape. He presses his mouth to the heat source.

Your sticky mouth smacks, finding the muddy consciousness to string together coherent words. “Good day at work?” It’s a cute question, really, but not nearly enough to deter Nanami’s laving tongue against your neck.

“Mm.” His focus never drifted from the quarter-sized space behind your ear—getting mauled there always reduced you into a dwindling little fawn. “Was alright. My six o’clock—” kiss, “dragged, the printer—” lick, “had a malfunction and made one-thousand copies instead of one-hundred, but other than that…” Nanami trails off, nosing a slow and languid path up towards your ear. “I just really, really missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you respond, breathless and pawing at the back of his skull, drawing his face deeper into the crux between your head and shoulder. “So much.”

Pure, mammalian expression materialized in the form of Nanami’s erection. Thick and stiff and bulging against his briefs, finding a home rutting in between two soft ass cheeks. “Do you want to have sex?” A hand groping your thigh outshines his exhausted bluntness. Nanami doesn’t make much of an effort to mend his broken filter. “You can say no.”

“Why would I?”

Popping up from another chaste kiss, this time to your cheek. “Say no?”

“Mm.”

Nanami pets higher on your waist, tracing the hinge of your leg and following the line down; he wedges his hand between your thighs and cups your bare pussy like he owns it. “I was trying to be considerate towards the fact that you’re sleepy, sleepyhead.”

“I have enough energy to sex you up baby,” you mumble lazily, matching his sly playfulness, and your husband exhales a gust of giggling into your hair. For good measure, you wiggle your butt back into the seat of his crotch, “this was my plan all along.”

“I should’ve known.”

[xoxo-lixie]

Tough Guy ᝰ.ᐟ

Paring- Changbin x Reader

Summary- Y/N brags about Changbin on the phone, making him shy. He tries to act tough, snatches the phone, and silences her with a kiss—only for her to tease him even more.

Y/N lay sprawled out on the couch, phone pressed against her ear, a smug smile stretching across her lips. The apartment was peaceful except for the faint clatter coming from the kitchen—where her boyfriend, Changbin, was pretending not to listen.

She knew better.

“So, I’m just saying,” Y/N continued, kicking her legs up onto the armrest, “if there was an award for best boyfriend, Changbin would win. No competition. He’s just that perfect.”

From the kitchen, a utensil clattered onto the counter. Y/N smirked.

Her friend on the other end laughed. “Oh? And what makes him so perfect?”

“Oh, where do I even start?” Y/N drawled dramatically, making sure her voice carried. “First of all, have you seen him? Like, I get to wake up every day and see the most gorgeous man ever. It’s honestly unfair to everyone else.”

A muffled cough came from the kitchen. Changbin had his back turned, but she could see the tips of his ears glowing red.

She grinned. Time to turn it up a notch.

“And don’t even get me started on how strong he is. He picks me up like I weigh nothing.” Y/N sighed dreamily. “He could probably carry me with one arm while rapping flawlessly. Actually, scratch that—he has done that before.”

Changbin finally turned, narrowing his eyes at her. “Y/N.”

She waved him off, still talking into the phone. “Oh, and you should hear how deep his voice gets when he’s serious. Like, wow. It’s honestly illegal how attractive he is.”

Changbin groaned, dragging a hand down his face, but the pink on his cheeks was unmistakable. “Baby…” he muttered.

“Oh, oh! And you should see how soft he is when he thinks no one’s looking,” Y/N continued, biting back a laugh. “He acts all tough, but last night? He cuddled me so tight in his sleep and mumbled, ‘I love you’.”

Changbin’s head snapped up. “Y/N—”

She gasped dramatically. “Oh, no! He’s getting embarrassed!”

“I am not,” he huffed, crossing his arms. “I’m just—you’re lying.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you didn’t say you love me in your sleep?”

Changbin opened his mouth, then closed it. His jaw tensed as if he were searching for a counterargument. Finally, he grumbled, “…That’s not the point.”

Y/N beamed in victory. “See? He’s so cute.”

Changbin, unable to take any more of her teasing, strode toward the couch and plucked the phone straight from her hand.

“Hey!” Y/N protested.

Changbin held the phone up to his ear, his voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. “She has to go. She’s too busy embarrassing me.” Without another word, he hung up and tossed the phone onto the coffee table.

Y/N pouted. “Rude.”

Changbin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You really like talking about me that much?”

She grinned, reaching up to poke his cheek. “I mean, you are my favorite topic.”

He groaned, but his lips twitched like he was fighting a smile. “You’re so annoying.”

“And you love it,” she teased, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together.

He exhaled slowly, his tough-guy act crumbling under her playful gaze. Then, without another word, he leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

Y/N blinked when he pulled away, slightly breathless. “W-Whoa.”

Changbin smirked, finally regaining the upper hand. “That should keep you quiet for a bit.”

She stared at him for a moment before breaking into a laugh. “Oh, now you wanna act all cool?”

“Always been cool,baby,” he said smugly, though his pink ears betrayed him.

Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled him back down for another kiss. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night, tough guy.”

[mejaemin]

perfect pair - lee donghyuck

day six of my valentine’s day countdown! ♡

wc: 0.8k

summary: you and caramel!hyuck go on a picnic date, and the world feels like it’s catering to the both of you perfectly.

warnings: cuddling, suggestive, fluff!

an: the full moon is coming and freaklia almost came out while writing this but i pushed the demons away !!!

(p.s. anyone who points out the references to og caramel gets a kiss !!!)

(caramel masterlist here! ʕ ᵔⰙᵔ⠕ʔ )

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it’s as if the world is truly working in your favor today. the sun is shining, warm on your skin, balancing perfectly with the cool breeze. it’s the perfect weather for the sundress donghyuck gifted you, and you would have been shocked at the convenience of the weather and the gift’s timing if you didn’t know hyuck well enough to realize he planned this.

speaking of, he’s lying next to you on your picnic blanket, swirling a strawberry in chocolate dip before bringing it to your lips. you take it between your lips, surrounding his fingertips before pulling the fruit in your mouth. his gaze turns from sweet to a little dazed, watching as you swallow the strawberry and clean the excess chocolate from the corner of your mouth. you raise your thumb to his lips, and without hesitation he parts his lips to clean it off, eyes locked on yours.

he gapes for a moment, blinking slowly, before he comes back to earth. “you’re so…” you raise an eyebrow, and he flushes. “you’re like, glowing.”

“i’m glowing? look at you.” you reach a hand out, and he’s already putting his cheek against it. maybe it’s because the spf you forced him to put on had a slight shimmer, but his skin is covered in the perfect tan, looking the same as the caramel drizzled over the sweets you packed, and his cheeks are a deep rose. the sun is reaching its peak, and it shines down on both of you with a light that’s nothing short of gorgeous.

you reach into your bag, the one hyuck gifted you for the day, decorated with a plush bear keychain and a heart frame with his photo in it, and pull out your digicam. it’s been following you since the summer started, capturing many memories of all your moments together. it has heart stickers on the outside, and it even has yours and his name spelt out with bubble stickers. turning it on, you use the rear camera to take a picture of your boyfriend. he’s still looking into your eyes, a truly smitten look on his face. your hand, nails perfectly decorated, stays on his cheek, thumb grazing his pink cheek. the shutter finally clicks, and you review the photo with a smile. he looks so, so in love and you can’t wait to transfer it and post it when you get home.

pulling him down to lay next to you, he sighs, wrapping an arm around your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck. with a giggle, you flip the camera and take a photo of the both of you, kissing his crown. you pull his face away, giving him a smile that he returns with just as much adoration, his eyes fluttering shut as you leave kisses from his cheeks, to his forehead, to his nose, taking photos as you do so, before leaving one more at his lips. your lip gloss left colored marks all over his face, and you take a few more of the look (he poses dramatically for a few) before putting the camera away.

he relaxes back into you, grabbing a hello kitty container full of fruit and placing it on your stomach. “love you so much, mama,” he picks up a grape, feeding it to you. “i hope you’re having a fun day today.” once you swallow, he leans down and kisses you.

“i love you so much more,” you giggle, running a hand through his hair. the waves separate between your fingers and it gets a little puffy, but he still looks just as good.

he hums, silently disagreeing, but doesn’t argue and you’re so grateful for that because the environment is too peaceful to argue about who loves the other more. instead, he lays his head on your shoulder, eerily close the bare skin on your chest. one of his hands glides up and down your waist, slipping under your dress to touch your bare skin. your eyes fall shut, hypnotized by the warmth and comfort his body brings you, comfortable in the bubble you and donghyuck are in.

there’s flower petals sprinkled over the grass from the fruit trees, some tickling your skin and falling on your blanket. underneath the nearby pavilion there’s a trio playing a bossa nova. it’s so romantic, and so convenient for your date, and it’s as if everyone anticipated your arrival. the mood is so perfect, fitting you both perfectly, the scene so calming and romantic that you could stay here forever, or even take a nap. you’re sure your boyfriend feels the same way, absentmindedly humming while his hands roam over the expanse of your warm, glowing body. every once in a while his hand will hover over your breasts, his fingers twitching with the desire to reach past your neckline before pulling away. he’s by no means slick about it, but you’re too comfortable to care, enjoying the moment between you two, crafted perfectly for the perfect pair.

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[imhappierthanever]

Valentine’s Day

Note: I try to match pictures to what I’m writing ..but in this case, Billie and Adelaide are sooooo cute! But this is definitely about Billie like currently. Just so you know! 🥰

Every February with Billie was the same thing. Even though she knew you were hers, she insisted on making sure you knew every single time the 14th came about.

This year was different though. This year was sweeter. You were married, and you had the most adorable daughter with Billie. Your love, your bond felt stronger than ever. But still, Billie couldn’t help herself.

Late one evening you noticed as you were making dinner, Billie and your daughter had disappeared from sight. You smiled to yourself, continuing with dinner, letting your body sway to the music you’d had been playing. Not too long after, your precious girl came running in your direction, waiting for you to pull her into your embrace.

“Hi my love!” You said bending down to pick her up. You smothered her with love and kisses on her baby soft face before you let your fingers find something. “What’s this darling? What are you and Billie up to?” You asked sitting her down on the counter carefully, making sure she wouldn’t make her way over to dinner, and pull it on the floor.

You glanced at Billie’s homemade card, a picture of all three of you on the front. Your heart skipped a beat as you opened it. Reading her writing.

Angel,

I love you so much! For the past 2 years we’ve been married, you’ve completed me in every way. I find myself falling more in more in love with you in everything you do. You’re the most gorgeous, selfless person either way the biggest heart. Every year, you say yes to being my valentine, but this year I hope you say yes to being mine all over again. I hope you say yes to another walk down the aisle, a wedding big or small. Or even just us. As long as I get to marry you again.

I love you mama! And our daughter does too! Happy Valentine’s Day, baby!

You felt the tears collecting in your eyes as you scooped your daughter in your arms, turning to find Billie standing behind you, already pulling you into her arms, wiping your tears from your eyes.

“Billie-“ you managed to choke out, cupping her face with your free hand. “Do you really mean it? You want to marry me…again?”

“You’re the love of my life, baby. Every second we’re together I feel myself falling even more. I want to make you mine all over again, strengthen our love. I want to see you in a pretty white dress, with your hair blowing softly from the ocean air. I want another one of this precious little angel.” Billie said kissing your daughter’s head softly. “I want everything and more with you my love. So what do you say?”

Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled, waiting for the answer she already knew but longed to hear.

“ I say let’s get married again. Just the three of us on a beach some place far away. Some place we can call our own and fall so much more in love.” You said letting your body fall into hers, the thought of it all sweeping you off your feet.

“Oh my love, you’ve made me so happy.” She said finally leaning down to kiss your lips tenderly. “I love you. So much.” She said on your lips

“I love you too, Billie. And I’m so glad you’re mine. This is the best Valentine’s Day ever! You always know just what to do, don’t you?” You said smiling, setting her card with all the other stuff you had gotten each other. The flowers, the chocolates, the gifts. The typical stuff but also the stuff you both loved.

Together, you finished making dinner, dancing around the kitchen, sampling bites together, feeding each other when you weren’t feeding your daughter. Everything about the moment was so precious to you. You didn’t need a big fancy restaurant or anything extravagant. You just needed each other.

[silentstyx]

one year later, still yours

sum: sure, I used to be a regular here but I haven't been here in over a year and you still remember my order.

tw: unrequited feelings - both ends. percy's a sarcastic ass.

ive been pumping out fics heheh, also i love using logan lerman as percy bc hes jus so percy n hes so scrumptious and i wanna eat his face and his biceps and every bulging muscle on his ripped body ugh.

it was a slow day in general. you've been working at a local coffee shop near your house for two years now and your favorite regular that you've grown romantic feelings for is gone and been gone. you know that he only came in to buy drinks for his mom, but you also knew that he loved eating blue food dye, and if there was a blue drink he'd make starbucks even more rich. yet, you haven't seen him or his mother. you figure he'd started buying from a local coffee shop that's closer to his house and plus its still a small business that helps.

it sucks though because you had grown feelings for this boy. his name was Percy Jackson. you would always spell it wrong just to tick him off. 'persy jakeson' 'pansy jackson' 'perry the platypus'. a few that you have put over the year he was here. he would come in every saturday at the same time with the same order for him and his mom.

"medium caramel macchiato with extra caramel drizzle, a blue sugar cookie, and a small hot chocolate to go! puh-lease!" is exactly how percy would say it. his mom got the caramel macchiato and he got the blue sugar cookies and hot chocolate. you remembered the order and the cute face though after two months of him ordering at your shift. you made sure that if you guys were open that saturday at 8:35 that you were there for that shift.

you hear someone coming in, even though it was slow you were still working. "hi, welcome in! how are you?" you attempt to sound nice. don't know how well it's working yet. you haven't looked up. you were wiping the counters down. you look at the time.

saturday, 8:35 AM.

you look up immediately. it's him. you smile, "been a while, hm? thought you found somewhere else to get.... a medium caramel macchiato with extra caramel drizzle, blue sugar cookie, and a small hot chocolate all to go?"

he scoffs, "psh, never. you're the only one. my mom just stopped drinking coffee so i didn't have a good enough reason to go to the local coffee shop with the cute barista without telling my mom about the cute barista. 'we have blue sugar cookies and hot chocolate for free at home Perseus' blah blah blah. i have to admit though, the pillsbury dough boy with blue frosting and blue sprinkles is a lot better than your guys' cookies. might run you for your money."

you laugh, "so she tried to keep us apart? what is this, Romeo and Juliet?"

he laughs with you, "i'm surprised you remembered the order."

"you're a regular, of course i remember," you say incredulously, "you want the cookie and small hot chocolate but no macchiato?"

"yeah thats fine.. but [insert reader's name], sure, i used to be a regular here but i haven't been here in over a year and you still remember my order. thinking about me?" he says with a smug smile plastered on his stupid pretty face.

his stupid pretty face with some black hair falling into his long dark eyelashes and his gorgeous sea green eyes and his pretty pink full lips that you just wanna kiss and nibble on 'til there red and peeling.

"so am i right or completely far off?" he questions with a shit eating grin.

"think you have completely lost it, perry the platypus." you sigh, with your own stupid smile on your face.

he rolled his eyes and laughed, "oh we're bringing that name back? okay, okay. just know I'll get my revenge."

"ooh menacing," you say sarcastically as you hand him his hot chocolate and bag of his treat, "i left a little note under the coffee sleeve for you."

"oh i'll be sure to throw it away before i get to read it." he says sassily with a big goofy smile as he walked out.

you smiled and laughed at his shenanigans.

he got outside and got in his car. he immediately moved the sleeve, which he doesn't even know why you still put it if you make it directly for him to drink immediately - not too hot but not cold.

he lifts up the sleeve and sees you did write something. at first all he sees is a smiley face, he then turns the cup and sees what you've written in full. your number.

(123) 456-7890

©️ silentstyx please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work with out my permission. thank you!

[giodoodless]

captain america brave new world coming out soon so i thought: sambucky hcs 🥰

Bucky keeps a whole bunch of photos of Sam in a locked fold in his gallery and not a single soul can see what's in there. It's his naughty little secret and he gets all smiley by just thinking about it.

Cold season is Sam's perfect excuse to just shove his face against Bucky's chest whenever his wants. His supersoldier boyfriend is a walking furnace and he'll miss no chance to rub his nose between his pecks and let those arms hold him. Bucky snorts, cheeks burning red. He kisses Sam's forehead and hugs him tight, enjoying the company of his loving boyfriend.

By the way they will cuddle EVERY CHANCE THEY GET 'cause they love it, they love spending as much time together as they can. At least one call at a day when they're away, Bucky with those idiots from Thunderbolts and Sam in missions being cap. Unending promises and sweet words shared, Bucky saying the minute they get home he'll make them dinner and cuddle the whole night and that makes Sam warm all over.

If there's even a chance Bucky will get to see Sam being Captain America and watch him order people around with that grave, majestic voice of his in his white cap suit.... count him in. Bucky's not interested in anything to do with the mission ahead, his old ass is only interested in watching his gorgeous boyfriend be the natural leader that he is, boss him around and fly with his wings. Sam's giving him orders and Bucky only hears blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

Bucky's tights are thick and strong. Sam has seen the old man use his metal arm to shield people from huge flying objects and those strong legs keep him in place. Sam likes that very much ;)). Tight pants are a must and when Bucky wants to know why, Sam just shrugs his shoulders and makes him wear what he wants. “Just do what your captain says Barnes!” Sam demands and Bucky arches up an eyebrow, huffing out a laugh, putting on tight jeans and walking back and forth on purpose, just to tease. Sam is looking at the old man's tiny little ass with no respect, he is looking like a slut 👀😍.

Back rubs are the thing for Sam. Bucky's warm hand starts making circles around his shoulder blades and middle back and Sam's already snoring peacefully against him, the weight of the world falling off his shoulders instantly. Man doesn't hear SHIT, it's like he's fucking dead because he's just so serene and breathing so slow, totally comfortable in Bucky's embrace. When that happens, Bucky checks on him every second. Sam's so still and silent it actually scares him. the fear of loosing Sam sometimes goes over his head and makes him paranoid. Bucky enjoys the feeling of Sam against him so slack and easy, limbs heavy. He gives his body a light squeeze and Sam snugs in more :').

Anything to do with hair make Bucky weak. Sam's just taking a look at his hair, fingers running through his roots and going down his neck nape, and Bucky's already loosing his shit. Can't have a single coherent thought, he just sighs and let his body relax, whining like a clingy cat when Sam stops, grabbing Sam's hands with a desperation that leaves him shocked. Bucky tries to act cool and fails miserably, asking Sam and only Sam to tie his hair, to brush it. It'd be a big fat lie if Sam said he didn't enjoy the fact that only he gets to caress it. They're laid down together and Sam runs his fingers through it slowly, instantly smiling at the sweet sound Bucky makes. Sam groans with pure adoration.

Bucky takes a whole bunch of videos of Sam and makes funny editing with it. Just stupid shit and he laughs the loudest while watching what he's done. He gets Aj and Cass to watch them too and they have the greatest time of their lives. They laugh at his face and Sam prays to god the embarrassment will end soon, but it never does. Lmao even Sarah and Joaquin join in Bucky's bullshit it's hilarious.

Long videos of Bucky doing anything, but especially some heavy work at the docks while helping people. When the house is all empty, redwing plays some of those videos on the TV for Sam to watch. His eyes don't even blink, not once. The camera zoom in his face, gorgeous smile and piercing blue eyes, that beard turning slowly white and his dark hair. Those shoulders and that shinning metal arm. Sam smirks, thinking to himself: that's all mine.

As much as Bucky's really into Sam's ass, he's got a much bigger thing for his waist and chest. Always cracking up dumb jokes like “man where's your bra? cause i can see your titties from here” and watching Sam die of embarrassment with a big, soft smile. A sneaky hand always finds its way to his smooth, toned waist and sides, squeezing the skin lightly and getting a sharp breath out of Sam. Sleeping with a hand on Sam's pecks is a must and Sam just lets him do it. He thinks it's cute.

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Fall Into the Dark With Me Part 2: Follow Me✨

Dark Arts Professor! Joel Miller x Herbology Professor Fem! reader

Part 1

A/N: I loved the first part so much that I just had to make another. This one you get to see a sweeter side to Professor Miller 🥰 This is very nostalgic for me; I hope you like it as much as I do!

Summary: Professor Miller has a surprise for you, and he wants you to follow him into the forest.

Rating: 18+ only MDNI

Word Count: 4.4k

Tags: Slytherin! Joel, Hufflepuff! reader, flirting, pining, no use y/n, Hogwarts AU, unprotected piv, creampie, fingering, no outbreak au, Dark Arts! Joel, Joel being in love

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

  Spring rushes through the air—the scent of daffodils, orchids, and sunlight bathing your bright yellow sundress. The water across the top of the Black Lake glitters under the sun in the far distance. Hippogriffs fly majestically above the fluffy clouds that drift along the blue sky. Hogwarts never seemed quite like home as it feels now. 

   As for Joel. Well, let’s just say things are perfect. More than perfect, actually. He’s… wonderful. In all the ways he can be. Teasing but sweet, impossible yet oh so gentle, and so fucking soft. Whatever happened to the devious, sneaky flirt of a Slytherin? He’s still there, but he saves the best parts of himself for you. He’s your favorite part of every day, and that’s saying a lot. 

   Seven months. Has it already been seven bittersweet months with him? Gods, it doesn’t feel like it. But you’re oh so lucky to be tangled up with the troublemaker Slytherin who makes your heart sore like no one else can.

   As you walk down the cobblestone path right outside the courtyard of Hogwarts, you spot a familiar looking cunning Slytherin—the one who has dark tousled curls with greys glittering streaks in the sunlight. You park yourself in place, frozen in time, just so you can admire what’s yours. His broad body fills the expanse of his white silky button-up shirt, his biceps flex with every move he makes. His glittering brown eyes look like deep onyx, and gods, he oozes sex appeal in every single way he’s made. A sculpted jaw, grey-threaded scruff masking his tanned face, a plush mouth that’s made entirely for kissing every inch of you. And his heart—pure, impossibly warm, and full of love to give. 

   Joel Miller may have a bad reputation, but none of that even scratches the surface. Nobody knows Joel like you, this you know.

   “Professor Miller?” you call sweetly, your breath catching when he turns and gives you the most heart stopping smile you think you’ve ever seen.

   “There you are, my gorgeous Hufflepuff,” he grins, pushing himself off the wall so he can make his way up to you. 

   He takes his time, scuffs the deep green grass with the leather of his shoes, runs a hand through the back of his dark hair, making it messy and unkempt. You fucking love the sight. But even more, you love threading your fingers through his sandy locks, making it disheveled and sexy while he’s tossing you around his bed sheets. 

   When he reaches you, he gently caresses the side of your face and pushes a lock of hair behind the shell of your ear, his lips skating over your skin until he’s pulling you in for a deep, romantic kiss. You fall into him, breathe in his woodsy scent, revel in how good it feels to be his.

   You quickly break the kiss, pushing at his broad chest to get some space. “Joel, stop. Someone might see.” You glance around the courtyard, scanning to make sure no students saw. 

   “So let them see.” He smirks your way, narrows his eyes teasingly and blows you a kiss. You instantly melt into him again, your hand brushing over his big paw of a hand.

   “I got your note. What were you wanting to show me?” you ask eagerly. He left you a note to meet him here half past noon, but that’s all he said. No hints for what, but you’d follow him into the deepest chambers of the castle. For him, you’d probably do anything.

   “Slytherins don’t tell their secrets, darlin’,” he whispers into your ear, gently blowing his hot breath against your neck. The feeling makes you dizzy. “Think you should know that by now.” He’s always teasing you, always making you squirm, but he fucking loves it, just like you do.

   “Joel Miller!” You push playfully at his shoulder, but he doesn’t even move an inch. Only filters a low, deep rumble of a laugh from the pit of his chest. It’s your most favorite sound on the planet—his contagious laugh. 

   “C’mon, this way.” He nods his head to the left and takes your hand, leading you down the cobblestone path till you reach a sea of endless trees.

   “Where are you taking me?” you laugh, allowing him to pull you along through the towering trees, the castle slowly slipping away from your view.

   “I already told you. It’s a surprise, and my lips are sealed.” He gives you another infectious smile and laces his thick fingers through yours, making your cheeks warm from the physical contact. You’d hold his hand forever if you could. 

   “You’re impossible,” you tease, shaking your head and following him through a multitude of colorful flowers. 

   “And you are beautiful,” he replies with a breathtaking grin. You’ve never seen him smile this much, and it’s making you fall more and more in love with him every second you spend with him.

   “Joel. You're going to make me blush,” you giggle, following after him like you’re chasing butterflies.  

   “Just like all those times in my bed sheets. I love painting you different shades of red.” He winks back at you and gives you a devilish smirk—one that could put you on your back. Smug bastard.

   And now you’re really blushing. He’s so untethered sometimes, but you love it. 

   “Such a tease,” you playfully retort back.

   “For you? Always,” he banters.

   He leads you further and further into the deep green forest, deeper than you’ve ever gone before. You think you hear a trickle of water, maybe hooves in the distance, birds flying through the trees. You’re about to ask but suddenly, you’re turning the corner of a huge tree trunk and coming face to face with what you were hearing. 

   You gasp, lose your breath at the sight that sits before you. An enchanted forest. That’s exactly what this looks like. A trickling pond of water flows through a green valley, the water shining and glittering like sparkles under the sunlight. Koi fish swim underneath the surface. A small waterfall crashes in the near distance, making droplets splash against the lush grass. Wildflowers sway in the breeze, covering various shapes of rocks and green surfaces. But what stops you in time is the white-coated unicorns grazing on the other side of the water. Their horns glitter like silver under the sunlight, and their eyes twinkle with kindness as they look up and greet you. 

   “Joel…” You’re absolutely speechless.

   “Surprise,” he smiles, brushing the back of his hand gently against your cheek. 

   “How did you…”

   “Find this place?” he finishes for you. “Actually discovered it last spring. Thought you might like to see it. Ya know, since unicorns are your favorite magical creatures, and this is the prime time when they’re out and about.”

   You pinch your brows together and shake your head, trying your best not to cry. But this—what he did for you—is the most amazing thing he’s ever done. So you let a tear fall. He catches it and brushes it away with the pad of his thumb, slowly turning your face to him as he caresses your face. 

   His eyes are gentle, glowing brown irises that shine just for you. “You like it, baby?”

   “Like it?!” You raise your voice but let it die down when one of the adult unicorns looks your way. “I love it,” you whisper. 

   He smiles and cups your chin with his thumb and index finger, pulling you in until his lips are covering yours. You breathe him in, letting the spearmint flavor of his tongue glide against your tastebuds, savoring the way his plush lips make you dizzy and disoriented. 

   When he pulls away, he lingers his fingers against your warm skin, takes a good look in your wide eyes that yearn for the big, gentle Slytherin man. “You see that unicorn with the gold dust on its horn?” He turns you to the side, right where you’re adjacent to the one he pointed out. 

   “Yeah,” you reply breathlessly. 

   “That’s its newborn. The little one grazing a few feet away with the silver tail. That one’s a special one. All that silver in its hair is rare. She’s a beauty, ain’t she?”

   You glance back and forth between Joel and the newborn, taking in the way Joel’s eyes soften when he talks about the magical creature. He looks so animated and alive, so giddy, in a sense. His eyes are crystal clear; you can make out almost gold dusting in his irises. 

   Wow. He really is breathtaking. 

   You beam up at him and give him a sweet smile. “Since when did you get so sentimental about magical creatures?”

   He bites his lower lip and runs an unruly hand through his dark locks. “Guess you rubbed off on me, little Hufflepuff.”

   Your eyes ease up at him, and you melt a little more for Joel Miller—the professor you never imagined would be this sweet. 

   He spins you around and slides his arms around your waist, pulling into his broad chest so you both can admire the crystal-clear view. It doesn’t take long till he’s dragging you to the ground, reeling you into his body. His arms stay tangled around your waist, but now he rests his chin on your shoulder and slowly peppers kisses along your jawline. Slow, sweet, savory. He’s all those things right now. 

   You sigh out in bliss, lacing your fingers through his while he whispers sweet incantations in the shell of your ear. 

   “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” His lips caress along the slope of your ear, driving butterflies into the pit of your stomach. 

   Groaning out, you nod. “You tell me every day,” you giggle, his lips sending another spell-bound shiver down your spine. 

   “Well, you deserve to be told every minute, every second of every day.” He presses another gentle kiss against your check, licks slowly down the nape of your neck, sending warmth rushing to your core.

   “Joel,” you say shakily, closing your eyes as he nips at your collarbone. 

   “Hm?” He’s long gone, already after one thing—your pleasure. 

   “The unicorns, they’ll see,” you say with a hitched breath as his hand skates under your yellow dress, trailing his hand up dangerously slow, moving your soft skirt out of the way, feeling his way up to your warm core. 

   “They won’t mind, sweetheart. No. They won’t pay no attention to what’s going on over here,” he smirks, skimming his hand over your clothed folds but quickly pushing your lace aside with his impossibly large fingers. 

   “Joel, please,” you whine, feeling his fingers ghost over your clit. Heat pulses through your eardrums, slick gathers across your folds. 

   “Please what?” he whispers in the shell of your ear; his slow Southern drawl wringing more slick down your thighs. He knows exactly what you want—he just loves to hear you beg for it. 

   “Need you to… touch me. Please,” you mewl, bucking your hips up to get a taste of the friction you desperately seek. He ghosts over you again and toys with you, making you groan in frustration. 

   “Touch you where, little Hufflepuff?” His deep timbre commands you to speak, and this is the devious Slytherin you’ve always known. This is the man who feeds on making you beg for it. 

   So arrogant, so teasing, so good. 

   You lick your bottom lip in frustration and strain out, “My clit. Please, touch my clit,” you plead with big, begging eyes. 

   “Attagirl,” he praises, blowing hot air down your neck as he finally gives in to what you need. 

   His fingers are on you in a second. Deft, thick fingers drawing meticulous circles on your clit. Spreading slick down to your folds, teasing at your dripping hole with another. 

   “Ahh, right there,” you pant, right when he hits that sweet spot in the middle of your clit, rubbing tight circles till you feel the coils snap inside you. You’re already so close, and he’s barely touched you. 

   He slips two thick fingers inside your dripping hole, gently massaging your walls, hitting that spongy spot deep inside you as pure ecstasy slides down your spine. His thumb plays against your staticky bundle of nerves like a symphony of music, deft fingers pumping in and out of you with rapt attention. It’s like he knows you inside and out better than yourself—knows exactly just how to get you off with the flick of his wrist. 

   “That’s my good girl. So good for me, little Hufflepuff,” he praises with the slide of his lips on your skin. “Go on, now. Know you’re close. Know you’re right there for me.” He presses down harder on your swollen clit, making you shatter and break right underneath him. 

   One more pump of his fingers and you’re done for. You cry out his name, moan through the pleasure as he brings you back down to earth with the pad of his calloused fingers. Fingers that can make you sing. 

   “There ya go,” he coos, gathering your slick on his fingers, rubbing you tenderly as he soothes the blinding orgasm from your body. Just when you open your eyes and catch your breath, Joel’s at it again. “Turn around,” he bites out. 

   He spins you around to where you’re straddling his large thighs, your center sliding over the thick bulge in his black slacks, making him groan from the friction of your wet pussy moving in a steady pace over him. 

   “Open that pretty mouth of yours and suck,” he commands with the low timbre of his voice, his eyes dark as he takes in the sight of your disheveled self. You obey, parting your lips, licking the sweet taste of yourself off him—slowly, listlessly till his black pupils are expanded into pure lust. He growls in a low, guttural groan, “So pretty.” You feel a wave of slick wash over you at the praise. 

   “Such a commanding Professor,” you whisper in his ear, taking your tongue and gliding slowly over the shell of his ear until he’s growling in yours.

   “S’right, pretty Hufflepuff. Jus’ for you,” he smiles while he unbuckles his belt, unzipping his slacks and freeing his hardened cock. You gasp as you watch him run his sticky precum up and down his shaft, the flash of his teeth biting as he lines himself up against your entrance. “Now, ride me.” It’s not an ask but a command, and you’re not in any position to say no to this brooding man. 

   Taking a deep breath, you moan at the stretch of his thick cock, feeling him pump inside your tight walls, reveling each time you slide down and let him bottom out inside you. He feels so good, always feels perfect inside you like he was made just for you. You think he was. 

   “Right there,” you moan against his open mouth, allowing his tongue to entwine with yours, swallowing each breath of yours as you bounce up and down on him, letting the friction against your clit send you into another atmosphere where only Joel can take you. 

   “That’s it, baby. Ride me like I give you the breath of life. Like I’m all you can see, feel,” he sings into the shell of your ear, nipping your skin with his teeth each time you settle all your weight on him. It’s like you’re under an enchantment, and you don’t want to come down anytime soon. 

   Throwing your head back, you close your eyes for just a second, letting the feel of his body take you to another dimension. “Professor Miller,” you moan out, letting each syllable fall from your swollen lips as he cups the back of your head and pulls you against his broad chest, molding your mouth to his so he can take every single part of you. 

   He doesn’t stop there. He lifts you up and spins you around, pinning your back to the ground so he can drive his full weight into you. “My turn,” he growls as he plunges his cock deep inside you, bottoming out again and again until all you can see is Joel’s blown out pupils shining under the sunlight, his hands holding your hips down so you can feel every hit, every single inch of his skin on yours. It’s electrifying. 

   Colorful butterflies take flight to the sky. Blue birds flit across the near distance, hovering above the leaning willow tree that almost blocks the sunlight from your eyes, but none of that remotely matters at this moment. Because right now you feel like you're flying on a broom, but Joel’s the one taking you for a ride. A ride you just can’t possibly get enough of. 

   You feel the coils start to snap in the pit of your stomach, feel yourself clench around his swollen cock, feel as if you’re drunk on a love potion with every languid stroke of his cock inside you. He must see your eyes get hazy, see that love struck glow as he stares down at you with rapt attention. You don’t miss the twinkle of love in his smoldering eyes. 

   “Joel, I’m—”

   “Not yet, pretty girl. Let me jus’ give you this…” He grunts through clenched teeth, clearly trying his best to hold on to his own pleasure, but he never lets himself finish before you do. Taking his index and middle fingers, he languidly circles your swollen bundle of nerves, placing just enough pressure to make your back arch off the plush grass, your lips parted in ecstasy as feelings of elation and sweet desire tug at your insides. 

   “Go on, my beautiful Hufflepuff. Want you to come on my cock for me,” he breathes through each word, sweat beading on his tanned forehead, a growl dragging out of his throat with each buck of his hips forward, his cock splitting you in two. 

   “Joel…” you squeak out the moment his fingers hit that super sensitive spot on your clit, making you see stars as you clench tightly around him, spilling your everything for him. White-hot liquid takes hold of you, consumes your very essence while Joel talks you through it, even when you’re seeing double in front of you. That’s just how mind blowing his orgasms make you feel. Completely and utterly satiated in the best possible way.

   “There ya go. Attagirl. That’s my good girl,” he praises with the stroke of his knuckles against your cheek, holding himself together until he can’t anymore. He thrusts once more and then spills his warm liquid seed all inside you, claiming you as his one and only once again. 

   When he pulls out, he collapses next to you, pulls his slacks up and repositions himself with a loud huff. But in the next second, he’s pulling you into his arms, stroking the back of your head, whispering kisses across your forehead as sweet words melt off his tongue. “Did so good for me, always do so good for me, little Hufflepuff,” he breathes into your hair, filling you with so much love.

   “You always make me feel so good, Joel,” you hum into the air, your head flat on his broad chest, fingers tangled with Joel’s. 

   “Always wanna make you feel good,” he smiles, stealing your breath when he tips your head back and seals his lips over yours. When the kiss breaks, you nuzzle into the side of his neck, his hand stroking through your strands of hair lazily, breath matching your own labored breathing. 

   This right here is exactly where you want to always be. Laying beside the man you love, his arms tight around you, breathing in the smell of his mahogany and dragon heartstring scent, getting lost in an enchanted forest, colorful flowers surrounding the field, unicorns frolicking through the green trees, the rush of water floating down the rocks. You never want to be anywhere else. As long as you get this man, then that’s all you can ever ask for.

   After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Joel twists a strand of your hair around his index finger and flicks his eyes to you. “What are your plans for the summer?”

   You turn to face him, eyebrows knit together as you register the question. “I don’t know… I guess I haven’t really thought about it,” you reply honestly with your bottom lip between your teeth. “I was maybe thinking of taking a trip to the coast. Maybe doing some reading in my garden?”

   He flips your answer back and forth, fiddling with possibilities swimming in his onyx eyes. You’re about to ask him what he’s up to, but you don’t get the chance because he’s muddling out words you hardly can believe. “Come home with me.”

   “What?” Your mouth is parted, breath knocked from your lungs. “You mean, Texas?”

   He shakes his head. “I mean, that’s my very first home. I could easily take you there too. But no. I mean, come back to London with me.”

   Go back to London with him? For the entire summer? Your heart swells in your chest, your eyes probably as big as the sun’s right about now, but you don’t care because this man just asked to take you home. To his home.

   “You want me to…” 

   He nods, smirking your way with that lopsided grin you can’t get enough of. “I want you to meet my girls, Sarah and Ellie. I want you to… I want you to spend your summer with me. With us.”

   Us. There’s a glisten of forever in those words. A promise that maybe this isn’t just a romantic school year fling. Maybe Joel Miller is your forever. A once dirty little trick to ensnare you in his trap, capture you so he could have his filthy Slytherin ways with you in his silky green sheets. But it turned out to be much more than that, didn’t it? He turned out to be the love of your life. Through the endless lunches, private picnics after classes, your hand in his while you strolled through the gardens, late nights spent in his sheets, laughing till way past midnight, getting lost in each other’s eyes across the dining hall. It was all so innocent until everything just came full force between the two of you. Neither of you expected love, but that’s exactly what you got. 

   “I… uhh, I don’t know what to say, Joel,” you say speechless, words failing you once again. But just like Joel, he picks your words right back up. 

   “I’d love nothing more, my pretty little Hufflepuff, if you’d join me for the summer. You’d have your own private room and bathroom, unless you’d want to stay in my room?” There’s hope burning in his eyes, amber flecks dancing in the wind as his smile pulls on your heartstrings. You never thought you’d love a man again, but here’s Joel just proving you wrong once again. 

   He’s… everything. 

   “You really want me to come home with you. You want me to meet your girls?” 

   “I want everything with you, my love. So, yes. Please, jus’ say yes.” His eyes soften into pure warmth, big brown eyes waning in the sunlight. You’ve never seen anything look so beautiful before. You’ve never seen Joel look so… happy.

   “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” 

   “That’s my girl. Now, c’mere.” He picks you up and settles you on top of his chest, your chin resting atop your crossed arms comfortably. Your eyes dance across his face, memorizing every line and wrinkle like his tanned skin is a map, and you’ll always find your way home through those swirling brown irises. 

   Pushing back a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear, he sighs, “I love you, my little Hufflepuff.”

   “And I love you, my favorite, handsome Slytherin,” you answer back, love written all over your tone. You giggle out a question. “So, after all these years in London, you still haven’t picked up an accent.”

   He shakes his head, huffs out a laugh at that. “Nah. Think my Southern accent is here to stay, sweetheart. Not even a bunch of English people could get rid of that.”

   “That’s okay,” you say, smiling down at him. “I quite like your Texan accent. Makes you stand out.”

   “Oh, that what attract you to me?” he asks, nipping playfully at your jawline. 

   You throw your head back with a laugh and shake your hair out. “Not just that, no. I think it was the way you looked at me. Even that first day of school—like you wanted to get inside my head.”

   “Well,” he breathes, cupping your chin as he brings your lips down to his. “The truth is, I wanted to kiss those pretty red lips the first day I saw you. Thought you were so beautiful, so exquisite all doused in the glow of your plants,” he confesses, stealing your breath as he ghosts his lips over your mouth.

   “Yeah?” you ask breathlessly, leaning in further till you’re encapsulated in the scent of his woodsy cologne. 

   “Yeah. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. Now I have you. Forever.” He smothers you in his lips, deeply kissing you till you’re lost in the whiskey scent of him, till you’re so far gone that you’re wrapped up in his warmth. 

   The sun’s rays douse your back in sunlight, the breeze from the crystal clear water blowing across the back of your legs, but you can’t seem to keep your mind on anything but the man who’s kissing you with passion you’ve never felt. 

   You stay there all day, until the sun starts to slip away from the golden horizon, until you’re hand in hand walking back to the castle with the love of your life. You never imagined you’d fall for a sly Slytherin, but you don’t think you’d have it any other way. No. A meek little Hufflepuff like yourself was made to find Joel Miller—the smartest, most handsome Slytherin you’ve ever met in your life. And this right here is your new favorite thing ever. 

   Maybe one day you’ll walk down the aisle, maybe have a little Hufflepuff or Slytherin of your own, maybe live happily ever after until you’re retired and can live your days out in the garden with Joel. Maybe this is exactly where you’re meant to be—hand in hand with your new best friend. Joel Miller. The Slytherin that stole your heart at the first glimmer of those big brown eyes. 

[darkserenity24]

𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 - 𝑪𝒉. 11 (𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 1)

Loki x Reader

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞’𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡—𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩.

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 1.

𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪

You confront others to set the record straight about Loki’s plans, but in the end, things don’t go as expected.

The room fell completely silent after Sarah’s statement. Your mind started to spin as you tried to process what she had said, your narrowed gaze snapping back to the stunning brunette.

You and Loki spoke at the same time.

“Wait, what?”

“I beg your pardon?”

Your gazes locked—yours wide with bewilderment and his the same, but clouded with a deep disturbance.

“Isn’t this great?” Tony exclaimed, rising from his chair. “You see, Capsicle and I searched our brains tirelessly for days, trying to figure out how the hell we could solve this flaming turd of a situation the media dragged you into. Honestly, I blame myself for this. Let’s just say I have more than a few vengeful exes in the news reporting industry that might still be miffed at me for leaving them on read some years ago-.”

“Stark, get to the point.” Steve interrupted.

“Yes… anyway, we thought long and hard and came up with a foolproof solution–get Loki a girlfriend stat, and not just any girlfriend. It has to be a woman so gorgeous that no one would think he’d be fooling around with anyone else.” He nodded proudly. “Really, it’s such a genius plan that I’m surprised I didn’t think of it myself. Gotta thank Rogers for putting this one forward. I just executed the deal with the modeling agency I had on speed dial.”

Before you could let Tony know exactly how terrible of a plan that was, Loki beat you to it.

“Have you completely lost your mind?” He hissed, barely acknowledging Sarah as he moved past her. “Did someone knock out what little sense you had left in that tiny brain of yours, Stark? Or maybe it left you long ago when I tossed you through that window some years before. This so-called plan is absurd and plain idiotic, and I will not be going along with it.”

Tony’s grin was instantly wiped from his face as he glared over at Loki. “You,” he jabbed a finger in the god’s direction. “Have absolutely no say in any of this. Your right to choose went out that window right along with me, and it will not be coming back anytime soon. So guess what that means? Whatever plan we make for you, you will follow it exactly to the tee. Because if you don’t cooperate, that means the little freedom you have now will be revoked with just a snap of my fingers. You could kiss your little trips goodbye and return to that cell underground to rot for another ten plus years.”

The irritation simmering inside you only increased as Tony continued to open his mouth. This was, without a doubt, his most idiotic idea yet. Maybe the worst ever.

Forcing Loki to date some random woman was so unethical it made your brain physically hurt. How could Tony, or Steve think this was going to be good for anyone involved? 

Instead of telling him exactly what you thought of this ‘plan’, you held your annoyance back in the hope that you could try to defuse the situation and calm everyone down before things got out of hand. 

Especially when you could practically feel the searing heat of anger radiating off Loki as he stood beside you.

“Tony,” you insisted, your gaze unwavering as you shook your head. “You can’t do this.”

He raised a brow as if he didn’t expect you to say that. “Yes, actually I can,” he retorted matter-of-factly, serving to piss you off even more. “and I will.”

Your frown deepened as you snapped your gaze over to Steve, eying him in disbelief.

“How can you just sit there and go along with this?”

Steve’s blue gaze was serious as he took a step toward you. “Remember, this was my idea, angel. I know it’s not the greatest solution but it should work. I truly think this will be what’s best for you right now.”

Loki proceeded to step forward, partially blocking you from Steve’s view.

“What do you, of all people, know about what’s best for her?” he demanded.

Steve’s expression hardened as he held Loki’s icy gaze, stepping closer while scrutinizing him from head to toe.

“I may not know exactly what it is, but I know one thing for sure—it’s definitely not you. We had to put a stop to those disgusting rumors about you two being involved, and this was the only way that made sense.”

Feeling like things were escalating way too fast, you gripped Loki’s arm lightly, stepping in front of him with determination, ready to tell Steve that this plan was out of the question for both of you.

Then Sarah spoke up.

“Boys,” Her melodic voice rang out, making you flinch inwardly. 

How was it that her voice sounded just as attractive as her appearance?

“There’s no reason to fight. I’m sure we can all work this out. This just sounds like a simple misunderstanding.”

Everyone, except for Loki who was still facing off with Steve, turned their attention back to her.

She turned to Loki, trying to get his attention but failing. “I’m so sorry, truly. I put my foot in my mouth way too soon. To clarify, just as Tony mentioned, I am a model for hire, not your actual girlfriend. Tony hired me to be by your side whenever you’re in public, so that way no suspicion falls on your friend here.” She explained. “I’m only here to help, not make things worse.”

When Loki didn’t respond, you mustered up a small smile, nodding your head politely.

“That makes a lot of sense, Sarah. Thank you for explaining. You’re already doing a better job than Tony has since we stepped into this office.” You shot a quick glare at the billionaire before shifting your gaze back to the tall brunette. “Unfortunately, I don’t think this is necessary. Loki is not comfortable with this plan so he won’t be participating.”

“Oh,” Sarah said, blinking in surprise before glancing between you, Tony, and Loki. “Well, alright then. I guess it’s settled.”

Tony tried to speak up but you quickly interrupted him. “That’s not-.”

“We’ll be leaving now. It was nice meeting you, Sarah.”

Before you could say anything else, Loki spun around and stormed out of the room with you quickly following behind him.

“This isn’t over!” Tony’s voice echoed behind you, cut off by the sharp click of his office door closing.

You struggled to keep up with Loki’s long strides, but it was difficult so you called out to him.

“Loki… Loki, slow down!”

You were surprised when he abruptly stopped in his tracks, spinning around to face you with an 

unsettling look on his face.

“Over my dead corpse am I ever to be seen with that woman.” he hissed. “I will not bow down to Stark’s ludicrous demands.”

“Yes, I know-.” 

“I’m telling you, I am not,” he repeated adamantly, a hint of desperation lingering in his tone.

“I know you’re not. Okay?” you gently reassured him. “I wouldn’t expect you to go along with such a ridiculous plan in the first place. Steve and Tony are trying to help but sometimes they can go too far.”

You realized your mistake in mentioning them too soon when Loki's expression darkened further, his chest rising with tension.

Before he could curse their entire existence and sink even further into frustration, you placed a steady but firm hand on his arm. His sharp green eyes met yours, gradually softening.

“I’ll fix this,” you assured him, nodding with steady determination. “I swear I will.”

You watched as his body visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropping slightly, and the tension in his jaw eased. After a brief pause, he sighed, nodding in quiet acceptance.

Neither of you moved, standing there in the hallway as a wave of silent understanding passed between you. Nothing was said, yet the quiet presence of each other seemed to soothe you both.

Then, a flicker of movement grabbed your attention from the corner of your eye. Turning, you found Natasha lingering a few feet down the hallway, her unmoving gaze locked onto you, one brow quirked in quiet speculation.

You stepped away from Loki, meeting her gaze without a word. She stayed silent, casting one last glance between you two before disappearing around the corner.

You had witnessed something peculiar simmering in her gaze but couldn’t place a finger on what exactly it was. 

Instead of talking to her about it as you had planned to, just to your luck, you woke up the next morning feeling terrible. It seemed that running around in the rain with Loki had been too much for your body to handle. Especially with how weak your immune system was nowadays.

Fortunately for you, it was the weekend so there was no school. However, you emailed your professors about attending classes virtually for a while until the media craze died down. You hoped that it would end sooner than later, but didn’t hold your breath. To your relief, they all agreed that it was probably best for you to not attend in person at the moment. They couldn’t be the one to tell you that first, but you were sure your situation had put a wrench in their teaching plans.

Within a few days, your symptoms had eased enough to step out of your room every now and then, though you kept to yourself to avoid anyone noticing you were still sick.

Conveniently, Loki had been with Thor over the past few days, saving you from any too close encounters. Thor had recently taken it upon himself to organize private meetings with Loki to plan for his eventual return to Asgard which you thought was a great idea.

There was no indication that Loki was going to be returning anytime soon but you agreed that it was important for him to know about what was happening in his realm and the expectations his people had for him when he returned. 

It was a bittersweet thing for you. As much as it saddened you to think about Loki leaving one day, you were also extremely happy that he was making so much progress.

With more alone time than usual, your thoughts wandered freely. As you continued recovering from your cold, your thoughts kept circling back to what had happened with Loki a week ago.

You tried to push the thought away, convincing yourself it was nothing more than friendly banter. Loki was just being supportive, encouraging you the way a friend would. And yet, the warmth of his words lingered longer than they should have.

You knew he meant what he said, at least in part. But Loki had a way with words, and you couldn’t ignore the possibility that he was sweetening them, just a little, for your benefit.

Your mind kept circling back, trying to make sense of it all. In order not to drive yourself crazy you switched your thoughts to one of the many challenges you needed to solve—like Tony and Steve’s reckless idea to shove Loki into a PR stunt of a relationship just to keep the media at bay.

Sure, it would only be a fake relationship, but that didn’t make it any less repulsive. The rumors about you and Loki were already dying down, just like you knew they would. But, of course, that wasn’t enough to convince Tony to drop it when you finally gained the energy to meet with him like he had been demanding you to do for the past week.

You met him with a steadfast attitude, ready to shut down his next-level stupid idea once and for all.

“This isn’t right, Tony,” you declared. "Loki has been doing so well. Do you really want to throw all of that away over a stupid little rumor?

“This ‘stupid rumor’ could ruin all the hard work you put into getting where you are today. While Loki might not care about your future, I sure do.” he argued, causing you to roll your eyes.

“There is no reason to roll your eyes at me. Everything I am saying should be taken seriously.” He chided. “Besides Steve, I seem to be the only one in the building who sees this situation for what it is. I care enough about you to fix this in any way possible because what you don’t seem to realize is how this is affecting you the most. This is really about you, not Loki. While your little science project seems to be unaffected by what’s going on, it’s not been the same for you, am I right?”

You stare at him in silence, waiting for him to continue so you could get his rant over with and move on.

“Who’s been getting the most hate because of this? You are. And I'm not just talking about from the press. Have you seen the massive amounts of death threats that have been coming in the mail with your name on it since this all started?”

Your brows pinched in mild surprise. You didn’t give Tony an answer but he already knew you had absolutely no clue.

“No, you haven’t. Guess why? It’s because Steve and I have been burning all those letters as soon as they come in. Hundreds of them. Being associated with Loki means that absolute strangers will hate your guts. How do you feel about that?”

You exhaled slowly, shaking your head in disbelief. “That’s terrible, it truly is. Do I like it? No, but those are just strangers…”

He crossed his arms, dark eyes narrowing with scrutiny. “Just strangers? Okay. What about at school? Do you think I don’t know about what’s been happening there? That you stopped going in person and started taking classes remotely because of how people have been treating you on campus?”

You blinked at him. “How did you..?”

“...find out? Thank your good friend, Kayla Bale. She was so concerned about you that she came to me of her own accord and told me everything. Without her, I wouldn’t have known just how much you were struggling outside of this building. I wouldn’t have known the extent of how bad it was getting from everyone being convinced that you’re Loki’s little pet.”

As Tony continued his yapping, a strange feeling crept over you at the mention of Kayla going to him behind your back. You hadn’t spoken to her since the day she found out about your illness, yet she never once mentioned talking to Tony. 

No call, no text. Nothing.

Had she told him more? The way Tony kept circling back to the media made you think that was all, but still… why had she gone to him at all? Was it truly out of concern, or was there something else you weren’t seeing?

"Hey! Kid!" Tony snapped, waving a hand in your face with exaggerated impatience. "You still with me, or did you just randomly short-circuit?"

You snapped back to attention, straightening your posture and meeting his disapproving gaze head on. You were really tired of people talking about you and making plans behind your back as if you were incapable of doing it yourself. Did you make mistakes in the past? Yes, you could admit you did. But this would be the last time anyone treated you as if you were helpless.

It was long past time for you to speak up. It was the only way you would be able to get anything done the way you wanted to, and not be overshadowed by everyone else.

“Tony, first, I need you to stop calling me that. I am in my twenties now, meaning I am an adult, not a kid. Got it?” 

His mouth clamped shut, and one brow arched in silent challenge.

“Another thing, I love you like family, but I really don’t care who comes to you about me. Not Steve, Kayla, the press, or any stupid hate mail that’s sent my way will make me turn my back on Loki. It’s not his fault that people are nosy bastards who don’t have anything better to do with their lives but create false rumors about us. He shouldn’t have to be put in an uncomfortable position because of that, and I won’t let him.”

Tony seemed taken aback by the passionate words spilling from your mouth. It was the first time in ages you'd seen him speechless. You were relieved he didn’t interrupt. Otherwise, you might have started apologizing for speaking to him that way.

“Loki has made tremendous progress in his efforts to reform himself and change his behavior while he’s here on Earth. Imagine how it must feel to be him, trapped in a place where you are being constantly reminded of your past mistakes every single day, having people not believe in you and treat you as if you are this unevolving monster. If anything, you of all people should have some sympathy for him. Imagine if you were still being judged based on all the shady things you used to do before you became Iron Man.”

His features shifted, surprise flickering across his face as though he hadn’t anticipated that response.

“As much as you’d hate to admit it, you and Loki have a lot in common. I’m not going to get into the details of why or how but I have a feeling that you know exactly what I mean. Bucky and Nat are in the same boat, but at least they’re trying their best to forgive him and move on. Even if they can’t forgive him, they’re at least making an effort not to antagonize him like you and Steve always do. The two of you never seem to give him a break.”

You sighed, taking a breath to calm down for a second. Once you did you met Tony’s unreadable gaze.

“When I was younger I didn't know the full extent of what Loki had done, or why it was so troubling. I can admit that I was very naive and a bit dumb, but I really did have the best intentions so that’s why I don’t regret visiting him in secret for all those years. No that I have gotten older I can now say that I do realize how bad it was. Truly. I mean, I know what happened to my mom. Not the fake story my dad told me to keep me sheltered, but the actual truth. The truth that you’ve known about since the beginning but never said a word to me about it.”

Heavy guilt was present on Tony’s face, his gaze plummeting to the floor.

You found yourself feeling bad for him, knowing that your mother’s death was not his fault and it wasn’t his place to tell you about it, but you still had to say it aloud. 

“So yeah,” you blinked away the wetness that was building in the corner of your eyes. “You can imagine how hard it was for me to find out that Loki had something to do with her death. But knowing the kind of person she was, and the kind of person she raised me to be, I knew I couldn’t let that get in the way of doing something that could help someone else. Being a part of something that could possibly change the world and other worlds beyond my reach.” 

You lifted your hands in a casual shrug. “So here I am, trying to make a better life for the person who changed mine for the worse years ago, without me even knowing it. If I can do this… if I can forgive him for the horrific things he’s done, and gain his trust, then I think you can move past this grudge you've been holding against him for years. If you can do this,” you sighed. “I truly believe we can move forward and achieve more than we have so far."

Tony’s jaw clenched and he seemed to be at war in his head. You didn’t know what he was thinking, but you had one more thing to say. Something to request of him.

I've never asked you for anything that wasn’t about helping Loki, but this time I’m asking for myself. Please, stop trying to make decisions for him and just leave it to me. The team put me in charge of his growth because they trusted me, and I need you to trust me too. If you can’t do it for Loki, then please, do it for me?

Deciding you had said enough, you stopped speaking, and for a long moment, you both sat in his office in complete silence. 

As you waited for his answer, he stared off into space for what seemed like forever, making you worry that a silent denial was going to be his answer. 

His gaze locked with yours, a swirl of emotions flickering in his eyes—pride, understanding, sadness, and a hint of fear. For the first time since you’ve known him, he looked at you not like an overprotective parent, but as a mentor proud of what he was finally seeing in you.

Your real name sounding from his mouth surprised you more than it should have. “I do trust you.” He said reassuringly. “I always have and always will, but I understand where you’re coming from. You’re completely right. You are more than capable of handling both your professional and personal life, so I will back off and let you make your own decisions.”

He sent you a gentle smile—so un-Tony-like that for a moment, you doubted it had even happened. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, a familiar smirk slowly forming on his face. “Now I’m not promising that I’ll be all sunshine and rainbows about everything, but I won’t be overcrowding you anymore. You have my word.”

You took a much needed breath and let out a sigh of relief at Tony’s words.

“Don’t look too relieved. I’m certainly not complying with all your demands,” he muttered. “I don’t care how old you get. I’m still gonna call you kid, kid.”

You walked away from Tony’s office with your head held high, feeling as if you had just accomplished something that seemed to be almost impossible to do, and it was the greatest you felt in a long time.

You were on your way to meet Loki, ready to share your victory with him. You couldn’t wait to give him the play-by-play on how you had convinced the most stubborn man in the city to see things your way so he wouldn’t force him into a fake relationship with a woman he didn’t know. He probably wouldn’t be as ecstatic as you were because he had already been dead set on not complying, but you hoped he got some relief from knowing Tony would be off his back moving forward.

You were only a few feet away from the door to Loki’s suite when you were halted by the sound of a familiar voice calling out to you.

“Hey, angel,”

You looked over your shoulder to see Steve lingering at the end of the hallway, a serious expression crossing his face.

Letting out a quiet sigh you turned around, tilting your head at Steve.

“Yes, Steve?”

“Can we talk for a minute?” he asked, strolling towards you. “It won’t be long. I just have something I want to run by you. Something I think you need to know.” his lips pursed. “Before you make any rash decisions.”

You raised a brow at him. “What are you talking about?” 

Without answering, his gaze briefly flickered to Loki’s door and then back to you.

“I’d rather not have an audience. Can we talk in private?”

You wanted to say no, but something in Steve’s gaze had you curious, so you agreed.

You followed him into his room, both sitting down on opposite ends of his navy blue sofa. Bending over slightly, he placed his arms on his legs as he looked down at the floor before turning his head and meeting your eyes with a serious expression.

“You need to convince Loki to be with Sarah.”

Your body tensed instantly, irritation bubbling beneath the surface as you braced yourself for a fight. “Steve…”

“Look, just hear me out,” He beseeched, holding his hands up. “I understand it’s the last thing you want to do-.”

“So why are you asking me to do it?” You inquired, shaking your head.

“-because everyone believing that you and Loki are romantically involved is a bad idea for many reasons.”

“But we’re not,” you groaned frustratedly. “How many times do I have to say that? Why does it matter what anyone thinks if they’re just going to believe it anyway?”

Steve’s brows furrowed, lips forming into a frown as he looked at you. “Do you truly believe it’s everyone else’s fault and not the both of you?”

Now that caught you off guard. 

You straightened, blinking at him with a wary expression. “What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“It means the media and everyone else will believe what’s right in front of them, what we all have been witnessing since Loki was released from his cell.

“Which is?”

“That he’s obsessed with you,” Steve stated, his lip curled in disgust. “I mean, do you see the way he looks at you? Especially when you’re not looking at him. I can’t stand how obvious he makes it whenever he’s near you—it’s sickening because he doesn’t even try to hide it.”

You threw your head back, eyes widening in complete and utter disbelief. 

You couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of Steve’s mouth. Why would he ever think that Loki would be obsessed with you? It just didn’t make any sense, and he was clearly taking things way out of context. Steve was always making Loki out to be this sinister person and you were getting really tired of it. 

Now he was making you feel sick to your stomach.

Clearly witnessing the state of deep turmoil displayed on your features, Steve continued his accusation in an obvious attempt to get you to see things his way.

“I know you think that you and Loki are just friends, and maybe that’s true for you but I don’t think it is for him. Everyone sees how differently he treats you compared to everyone else.”

“Do you know why Steve? Because I’ve been the only one helping him for a while now. Maybe he’d warm up to everyone else if they’d trusted him more and stopped being assholes.”

Steve’s eyes widened, clearly not liking what you said. His shock wore off quickly and his expression steeled into something unreadable.

“There’s no need to be so defensive about it. I’m not blaming you, angel. I would never do that, but I do have to say the way you interact with each other can raise a lot of eyebrows. When he’s not with Thor he’s following you around the tower. He’s become your shadow, and sometimes you seem like his. It was only time before more people caught onto that. Being in public with him was a bad idea, and that’s what the media eventually caught onto.”

Silently seething in your seat, you intensely eyed Steve as he continued to give one reason or another why Loki was becoming a bad influence on you, and how he was slowly ruining your life. No, he didn’t say those exact words but that’s basically what he was trying to say. 

You had enough of Steve criticizing your friendship with Loki and trying to dictate what you should or shouldn’t do with him. He didn’t know as much as he thought he did and the fact that he wasn’t even trying to understand made you more angry.

Just like you had with Tony, you needed to set Steve straight. You weren’t sure where he fit into all of this, but you knew it wasn’t in your business.

You stopped him mid-sentence, silently raising a hand until he quieted.

“Steve, nothing you’re saying right now is making any sense. Loki and I’s friendship, nor the work I do with him isn’t any of your concern. No matter what you say I will continue to make sure Loki is working towards betterment while he is here on Earth, and that will not include Sarah.”

Steve shook his head, determination set strong in his gaze locked eyes with you.

“Angel, something is clearly wrong here, and I’m trying to help you. You need to open your eyes,” he stressed, eyes traveling around your face. “Have you seen yourself lately? He is clearly having a large effect on your wellbeing. You already have so many things going on and don’t need to be dealing with this right now.”

“I literally just had a conversation with Tony about this exact thing, and guess what? He’s not on board with this stupid plan anymore. He trusts me and wants me to do what I think is best because he knows I will figure this out. Why can’t you just do the same?”

“Because Tony doesn’t know what I know,” Steve snapped.

Your eyes narrowed on him. “And what do you know Steve? What’s so bad that I can’t be around Loki in public and force him to date a woman he doesn’t even know?” you scoffed. “Is it because of what you and the rest of the world think?”

Steve stared at you impassively. “No, not just that. It’s also because he’s upset the Asgardians.”

Your face sobered as you stared at him in silent confusion, waiting for him to continue.

“I spoke to Thor recently, and he said that somehow the Asgardians heard about what Loki was up to on Earth. They heard that he was pursuing a human, and that doesn’t sit well with them.”

“Why not?” you asked.

“Because they don’t really think of humans being on the same level as them. As generous as they can be, they don’t care much for humans, and if they think Loki is getting involved with one of us then they may try to argue for his stay here. That means-.”

“He wouldn’t be able to return to Asgard after all.” you finished for Steve, your voice faltering as despair made its way onto your face.

Steve nodded slowly.

“That doesn’t make any sense. Didn’t Thor have a relationship with a human once? He seems to be doing just fine.” “Yeah he did, and they gave him hell for it. He’s not with Jane anymore, and the Asgardians want to keep it that way. They already don’t care for Loki so imagine how they’d perceive him if they think he’s in a relationship with a human.”

“Again, he’s not,” you repeated. “Why would Thor tell you this and not just come straight to me? Shouldn’t I be the one to have known this first?”

Steve raised his brows with a light shrug. “I’m assuming he didn’t want to stress you out even more than you already seemed to be. He doesn’t like the idea of Loki dating Sarah either but knows this may be the best way to get the media to stop talking about you two.”

“But how does that help? Sarah is also human, won’t the Asgardians get upset about that too?”

“Not if they don’t know about it,” Steve answered. “Sarah may be a model, but she’s not nearly as notable as you’ve become in the recent years. Think about it, you live and work alongside the Avengers and are under Tony Stark’s wing. That’s enough to get others curious about you. People also believed that we were once dating as well. If Loki dates Sarah instead I doubt there will be much fuss about it.” He shrugged. “And it won’t be for long. They just have to appear as a couple long enough to take the heat off of you here, and to get the Asgardian’s off of his back. Then we can reassess on what to do next.”

You quieted at Steve’s explanation, starting to feel as if he had a point. His words about the Asgardians’ opinion of you and Loki were ridiculous—but that didn’t stop you from worrying about the potential and real consequences that would ensue if they thought you and Loki were involved romantically. 

You could care less about what anyone on Earth thought about the two of you, but if it came to the point where Loki wouldn’t be accepted back into his own realm, you’d be absolutely devastated.

It also made sense that Thor wasn’t with Jane anymore because his people wouldn’t allow him to. He was the only direct connection that humans had to Asgard and that could not be jeopardized. That made you feel really sorry for him.

Steve said your name, bringing your attention back to him. His was voice much calmer than before. “Thor knows how hard you've worked to gain everyone’s trust in Loki and get him where he is now, and as much as I’d hate to admit it, I’ve also noticed how well you’ve done with him. We all have. It’s really incredible, angel, and you should be proud of yourself.” He sighed, sliding closer to place his hand on your own. “Do you really want to ruin all of that hard work just because you don’t want Loki to be uncomfortable for a little while?”

It was almost the exact same words you said to Tony, but to argue for the opposite action.

You knew deep inside of you that this was more than just about Loki being uncomfortable for you. You really despised the idea of him spending more time with another person that wasn’t you. Call it selfish or petty,  but it was the truth, and you had to admit that to yourself before you could move forward.

“No,” You quietly answered Steve’s question. “I would never want to do that.”

“I know, you don’t,” Steve affirmed. “That’s why he needs to do this. But we both know he’s not going to do it without your help. You know what you have to do.”

You swallowed hard, a strong wave of dread washing over your entire body. It almost made you feel dizzy.

“Remember, it won’t be for long,” Steve promised. “But even after he’s done with Sarah, you need to create some space between the two of you so you don’t end up in the same exact situation you dug yourself out of.”

Steve was right.

You may have disagreed with his earlier statement about Loki being obsessed with you, but you couldn’t argue that this was a bad idea because of how the Asgardians would potentially treat Loki. Steve may have disliked Loki, but sharing this information was, strangely enough, his way of looking out for him. It wasn’t a direct attempt to help, as he said it because he knew how much you cared for Loki’s wellbeing, but it still worked in Loki’s favor in the end.

However, you knew that Loki wouldn’t believe you if you told him this. He’d think that Steve was trying to trick you into doing what he wanted which didn’t seem to be the case. You believed that Steve was telling the truth, and you couldn’t just ignore it because you didn’t like what it was. You had no reason to believe Steve wasn’t being anything but truthful. He’s never lied to you before so why would he decide to now?

Instead of going to speak to Loki like you had planned to after your conversation with Tony, you went straight to your room. You sent him a text saying that you were tired and wouldn’t be able to see him today. It was a poor excuse but you didn’t know if you were ready to face him and tell him the bad news.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have the courage to face him for another few days. You answered his endless calls and texts with the same excuse–you weren’t feeling well. It wasn’t completely false since you were still dealing with the sickness you felt from your condition.

You managed to hide from him for a while, long enough that it began to surprise even you.

However, Loki wasn’t named the god of mischief just for shits and giggles.

He always had a trick up his sleeve that he could use when it became most convenient for him. He found the most effective way to speak to you face-to-face.

“What is going on with you?” he implored, brows pinched in genuine concern. 

You were both sitting on your sofa in the small living area of your suite, a movie playing in the background that was quickly ignored the moment Loki set his gaze on you.

“You have never avoided me for this long, not on purpose. There must be something upsetting you. Is it something I did?” You watched as his throat moved slowly as he swallowed. “Is it because of what I said that day, during the storm?” 

You frowned, shaking your head quickly. “No, of course not! That was…” You trailed off, not sure how to accurately explain your thoughts about what happened that particular evening. “.. It isn’t about that. Not at all. I’m not upset with you, I promise.”

Though he didn’t look totally convinced, his expression relaxed as he shuffled closer to you. Ironically, you shivered at the feeling of his body heat, taking in his familiar scent as you held his gaze.

“Then what is it?” he pressed. “Something has you tensing up at the sight of me. If it is not something I have done to cause you to react this way, you must tell me what it is.”

“Must is a strong word,” you mumbled, causing him to raise an eyebrow, expression unamused.

The warning in his voice when he said your name was enough to make you give in.

“Okay, okay,” You sighed. “I’ll tell you, but you have to promise me you won’t get upset?”

“I cannot promise that if I do not know what you are going to reveal to me.”

“Yeah, but you can at least pretend not to be mad. That’ll make this whole thing easier to do.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “Fine. I will not be upset with you. Now what is it?”

Your gaze briefly left his inquiring one, eyes suddenly finding the random movie playing on the screen to be easier to look at.

You squinted when you recognized what was on the TV. 

“Wait,” you said with a small frown. “Why are we watching Twilight? Didn’t we just watch this a few weeks ago?”

“You wanted to watch it again,” he explained without a beat.

“But not so soon, I only watch this like once a year. Anything more than that would make me die of cringe.” You snorted. “Why did we choose this movie again? I don’t remember choosing at all actually.”

“Dove…”

You ignored him looking around the room. Everything seemed normal but you were getting an odd feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

When did Loki get here? Why were you sitting with him like you weren’t just avoiding him for the past few days?

“I don’t remember...” You trailed off.

“None of that matters. Look at me.” He demanded, and you turned your gaze back to him. He leaned closer now that he had your undivided attention. 

“What do you need to say to me?”

“Well, it’s really an ask.” you shrugged. “I can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to but I think you should really follow through with this.”

His brow quirked. “With what?”

Your teeth worried your lip before you finally said what you’ve been dreading to say to him since you last had your conversation with Steve.”

“I’ve kind of changed my mind… and I think it’s a good idea for you to date Sarah.”

You felt the entire world shift as you were suddenly awakened by the sound of a loud noise. Wiping away the bleariness from your eyes, you sat up, realizing that you had fallen asleep in your bed. 

Had that whole interaction with Loki just been a dream?

The loud thud that had woken you came again, sharper this time, making you flinch. Someone wasn’t just knocking, they were basically pounding on your door now.

You ripped the duvet from your body, leaving your room and hurrying to the door.

Flinging the door open, you were met with an intense-looking Loki, glaring at you as if you had completely lost your mind.

“What did you just say?” he growled, storming into your room and slamming the door shut behind him.

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵 🤔 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘢'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘮- 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 2 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵… 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 🫣 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘢 💚 -𝘈.

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[ladykissingfish]

Deidara: C'mon, Tobi, lets get this over with, hm. Tobi: Senpai, why do you have to ruin Tobi's fun? You know today is -- Deidara: Yes, I know it's your birthday, goofy. It's the only reason why I'm agreeing to this in the first place. And let me remind you that if you tell anyone about this, I'll rip off your balls and -- Tobi: I know, Senpai! Geez ... Deidara: *sighs* Okay ... here I come ... *Deidara steps out from behind the bathroom doorway to reveal himself wearing a sheer black bra and panty set, red high heels, with his hair twisted into one long braid down his back* Tobi: Tobi, in Obito voice: I think my heart just gave out ... Deidara, scowling and blushing: You like it? Tobi, still in Obito voice: You look gorgeous ... *gestures for Deidara to come to him, and when Deidara is within reach his reaches out pulls him gently into his lap* Y-you're sure you're okay with this part? The touching? The -- Deidara: *pulls Tobi's face towards him and kisses the mask, before grunting in frustration and moving it to the side just enough to reveal Obito's lips* No talking, remember? *kisses him* Obito: But I want to talk ... I don't want you like this ... Deidara: You don't want sex? Fine, then, I'll just -- Obito: No, no, I mean, I don't want you just on my birthday, just on "special" days. Because I want every day to be a "special" day with you. Deidara, I want, I NEED, you to be my boyfriend. Every day. Deidara: Boyfriend. You expect me to agree to date (lowers voice) an Uchiha? Hm? Obito: Yes, I do. And then I expect you to marry an Uchiha, and start a family with an Uchiha, and to wear the robes with the Uchiha fan on the back every day for the rest of your life. Deidara: Deidara, teary-eyed: Okay. Obito, shocked: Wait ... really? Deidara: Yes, really. *puts his arms around Obito and hugs him* I love you, you filthy Uchiha. Obito: And I love you, you horrible blonde gremlin. Zetsu, popping up from the floorboards: Okay, lingerie aside ... what the hell is WRONG with you two?? Obito and Deidara:

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I Knew You'd Linger Like a Tattoo Kiss - Short Pecks

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A series of unrelated one-shots and mini fics about the many types of kisses Aaron and Emily share.

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Hi besties,

Just some very soft Hotchniss for you all.

I hope you're still enjoying this little series - let me know if you'd like me to carry on! I'm about a third of the way through the list now. If there are any you'd like to see that I haven't done yet please see the list on the master list and send me an ask!

Please see the master list for a full list of tags, and the list of prompts for this series.

As always, let me know what you think <3

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Emily groans as the alarm wakes her up, the sound mixing with her husband’s laugh as he reaches over her to switch it off, his hand landing on her hip as he settles back down and pulls her closer. He presses his chest against her back as he kisses her cheek, breathing her in as she hugs his arm to her chest.

“Morning sweetheart,” he mumbles, his voice hoarse from sleep. Rough and deliciously hers as he kisses her cheek again. 

“Morning, honey,” she hums and turns her head to kiss him, her lips briefly stamped against his before she pulls back to smile at him. He was gorgeous first thing in the morning, rumbled by sleep and their sheets, his face as relaxed as she ever saw it in the safety of their bed. She kisses him again, unable to stop herself, as she presses a quick, gentle, kiss against his lips before she rests her head back on her pillow. Somewhere along the way, in amongst all the kisses she and Aaron shared - the gentle hesitance of that last first kiss, the passion filled kisses as they grasped at each other's skin, the comforting ones they’d exchange when the other was sad or hurt - this kind was her favourite. The kind they exchanged without thinking, a stamping of her lips against his or his against hers that they’d shared countless times, a soft hello or goodbye, or anything in between, that she now couldn’t imagine living without. “Do we have to get up?” 

He chuckles, huffing out a breath over the top of her head, “Unfortunately.” 

She grumbles and turns in his arms, letting him help her without complaint, before pressing her face against his chest as she snuggles in impossibly deeper, not quite ready to leave the sanctuary of his arms and their bed. As soon as they got up, they’d be pulled in different directions. They’d get the boys ready for daycare and school, Aaron would take Issac and Emily would take Jack, and then they’d go to work - him to the BAU and her to Counterterrorism where she’d moved to when they got married. 

Outside of here, of their bed, there was so much to be done. Here they could just be Emily and Aaron. They weren’t Mom and Dad, or Prentiss and Hotch. They weren’t unit chiefs. They were just them, all expectations left at their slightly ajar bedroom door, the light from the hallway filtering into their room. 

“I’m so tired,” she says, her voice muffled against his t-shirt, “Let’s just stay here all day.” 

He hides a smile against her hairline and rubs a circle on her back, “We could do that. The team could survive without me,” he says, his smile getting wider when she groans against him, the way she lightly pinches his back letting him know she knows he’s making fun of her, “Your team will be fine too,” he kisses her forehead, “And the boys can fend for themselves. 8 months old and 7 are the perfect age to learn how to-”

“Okay,” she says, chuckling as she pulls back, “I get it,” she runs her fingers through his hair, smiles as it flops back down onto his forehead, “I just miss you…this…that’s all.”

He stamps a kiss against her lips before he rests his forehead against hers, “I know. Me too,” he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “Why do you think I set the alarm for this time every morning?” He kisses her again, “So we can do this.” 

She presses her lips together to try to contain her smile, love for him blooming in her chest, the flowers of it taking up space where her lungs should be and making her breathless.

“You are so-” She’s cut off by the baby monitor crackling to life, Issac’s familiar cry coming down it a second behind his actual cry from the next room. She sighs and stamps her lips against Aaron’s, taking what she can from it until she’s here with him again at the end of the day, and then she pulls back, sitting up and getting out of bed, “Duty calls.” 

He winks at her as he climbs out of bed too, and she smiles before she heads out of their bedroom, ready for another day of her beautifully ordinary life. 

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Emily hums a nursery rhyme as she paces back and forth in the nursery, Issac in her arms, his face pressed against her neck as she rubs circles on his back. She feels his breathing even out as it skips across her skin, and she tilts her head down, smiling softly when she sees he’s fast asleep. She kisses his temple and whispers her love for him in every language she knows before she lays him in his crib, taking a moment to look at him, to admire his features - her nose, Aaron’s lips and furrowed brow. He was perfect. Perfect and beautiful in a world that was anything but, and she’d do anything to protect him and Jack from it. 

She runs her fingers through Issac’s dark hair, “Goodnight, sweet boy. Mama loves you.” 

She’s quiet as she walks out of the nursery, pulling the door closed gently as she steps out into the hallway. She smiles as Aaron steps out of Jack’s room at the same time. Divide and conquer was their rule with bedtime when Aaron was home from a case. They would take it in turns with each of the boys, would swap between singing Issac to sleep and reading Jack a story each night. Then they’d head downstairs and share a glass of wine whilst watching a movie or just snuggling on the couch. 

When Aaron was away on a case, Jack would help her with Issac. He’d splash his toys in the water in front of him whilst Emily bathed him, drawing out sweet giggles from his little brother. Then she’d put Issac to bed and then Jack. She’d occasionally fall asleep in his twin bed with him, would wake up a couple of hours later with a cric in her neck and her eldest son’s drool on her shirt. She loved the simplicity of it, the softness she never expected to experience, and it made her happier than she ever thought possible. 

Aaron wraps both of his hands around one of hers, sandwiching it between his, squeezing gently as he tilts his head towards the stairs, “Glass of wine?” 

She kisses his cheek, the first signs of his stubble rough against her lips, “It’s like you read my mind.” 

He insists she sits down, patting her on the ass as she goes, a cheekiness to his smile that felt like it was just hers and the boys when she playfully shakes her head at him. He’s with her within a couple of minutes, a glass of red wine in hand as he sits on the couch with her, his arm around her shoulders as he passes her the wine. 

“Thanks, honey,” she says, smiling at the purple staining at the corner of his lips, a sign he’d had a sip of the drink on the short walk to the kitchen. She leans in to kiss him, tasting the wine on his lips, and she hums as she pulls back, “Oh, my favourite.”

He chuckles as she takes a sip of the wine and passes him the glass, “Me? Or the wine?” 

“Both,” she replies, throwing her legs over his lap as she leans against his side, scratching at the nape of his neck with her spare hand, “Definitely both.” 

The rest of the evening passes by quickly. The time melting away around them as they simply enjoy each other’s company. They talk about their days, about the things they missed by no longer working together, and about the boys. She tells him a story Issac’s daycare teacher told her, a second-hand version of events about their little boy laughing repeatedly at peek-a-boo. Aaron sees the tension in her frame as she tells him, the guilt pressed into her smile and her dimples because she doesn’t need to say that she feels bad she wasn’t there. He already knew, had held her hand and kissed her forehead whenever she cried about feeling like a bad mom because she wanted to work, her worries about becoming her mother never too far away, the weight of them pressing down on her chest. 

She did the same for him too. Returned the affection he gave away easily, gave it back to him just as simply whenever his monsters came calling. Whenever he told her he felt guilty about what happened to Haley, or whenever Jack would forget a little bit more about the woman he got his eyes from. 

She’s half asleep, her eyes slowly drifting shut as she’s lulled into it by his fingers trailing up and down her arm, when he kisses her temple, “Bedtime?” 

She hums and nods, chasing his lips to stamp a kiss against them, “Bedtime.” 

They get ready for bed around each other, the routine a dance of sorts they’d perfected years ago. He slips past her, his hands on her hips as she does her skincare routine, so he can grab his toothbrush. She smiles at him in the mirror as she brushes her teeth too, winking at him before she spits into the sink, kissing his jaw as she mumbles against his skin that she’ll meet him in bed. 

She sinks into bed, lets the scent of him on their sheets wash over her as she pulls the covers around her. She shivers at the cool press of them against her skin, but then he’s there, warm and hers and chasing away the cold. 

“You’re comfy,” she mumbles, tucking herself against his side, her face pressed against his neck, “And warm.” 

He runs his fingers through her hair, lightly scratching at her scalp as he holds her in place - as if there was anywhere else she’d rather be than right here with him, “So that’s why you keep me around?” 

She pulls back just enough to look up at him, “That,” she says, kissing him quickly, “Among many other things,” she yawns, “I’m so tired. Today was a long day.” 

He smiles and hooks his finger under her chin, encouraging her to kiss him. She hums into it, her forehead resting against the bridge of his nose. “Ready to do it all again tomorrow?” 

She nods and kisses him, her lips briefly against his before she pulls back to smile at him, “Always.” 

[gyllenhaalstuff]

Hmmm…I can’t think of a plot sorry- buttt what about doing a Sam Hall ( The day after tomorrow) fanfic? He’s very underrated imo :D

Agreed, very underrated. I hope this is up your alley, sorry about the overall filth.

First Time

- Sam Hall ᯓᡣ𐭩

Summary: You’re ready to take the next step with your boyfriend Sam and one night you finally have the guts to bring it up.

Warnings: Overall very sweet, loss of virginity, both are very needy and awkward, established relationship, handjob, fingering, piv sex (protected this time who cheered).

Word count: 1881

Notes: Sam seems like such a sweetheart I had to write him as one.

All characters are 18+

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Your boyfriend Sam was a very sweet, thoughtful guy. You really liked him. You studied together, went to the movies, and played games on his Switch. This was all fun, but you wanted more.

Of course you had had some steamy makeout sessions. You’d replay those moments in your head over and over. His hand on the small of your back, his shaky breaths, the way he hardened beneath your hips.

You hoped this was as torturous for him too. Because at this point you’d have him anywhere, anytime. And you were prepared for it too. Two condoms sat in your wallet; you had researched how to give a good handjob and how to give a good blowjob and how much to shave and what underwear to wear.

You were spending the night at Sam’s house. A Mario Kart grand prix had ended in a wrestle match on his bed. Eventually you won, pinning his hands above his head. “Ha! I win again,” you laugh. “Oh, shut up,” Sam bickered back before you kissed him. Not in a hey-take-your-clothes-off-and-fuck-me-into-next-week way, just in a normal, sweet, and loving way. He kissed you back, and it didn’t take long until you were back in a usual makeout session, but you wanted to bring your wishes up.

His lips parted for you, and his hands rested lightly on your waist. You ground your hips down on him, and his breath caught in his throat. You broke the kiss and spoke, “Hey, Sam?” He looked up at you; he almost looked nervous. “Yeah, what’s up?” His hand stroked your arm that you held yourself up on, making the hairs stand up. “I want more,” you mumbled. The actual words seemed too big, too intimidating. “You want to kiss more?” Sam asked, still not completely sure where this was headed, though he definitely got some hopes up. 

You sat straight up, straddling him. “No, I want more of you,” you paused and tried to muster up the courage, “I want to… you know?” This was harder than you anticipated. Sam just smiled at you; his hopes had gotten confirmed. “You wanna have sex?” He tried his best to look unbothered, which he did a terrible job at. You smiled back and hid your face in your hands, nodded, and laid down on his chest.

Sam stroked your back and did his best to ignore his blood rushing to his groin. “We can do that,” he said softly, “but I can’t guarantee I’ll be any good at it.” You picked up your head, your cheeks flushed, and looked at his boyish grin. “Me neither.”

You leaned in and kissed him again, more passionately this time. Your hands fumbled and groped at each other, exploring and unsure. “Should we…?” Sam said hesitantly, tugging at the hem of your shirt. “Yeah, sure,” you nodded and removed your t-shirt, exposing your bralette that you definitely didn’t pick out just in case.

You were about to lean in again when Sam pushed you back up to get a better look. His mouth was agape and eyes wide. “You’re gorgeous,” he mumbled before daring to put one of his hands over the lace. Noticing his nervousness, you put your hand over his, squeezing it. “I’m not made of glass, you know,” you joked, trying to lighten the tension. You got a chuckle in return. Sam was too busy to speak. How could he focus on anything else but your tits?

Growing frustrated, you unclasped the bra hook and let the straps fall down. Sam removed the fabric with his hand and a shaky breath left him. “Jesus Christ.” He groped you more confidently and rolled your nipple between his fingers, making a small sound escape your lips, and he thought he was going to cum right then and there. “You’re so pretty,” he said, looking up at you for the first time in a bit. “You too,” you let him know.

You grabbed the hem of his shirt and raised an eyebrow at him, to which he nodded eagerly. You threw his navy blue t-shirt on the floor and laid your body against his. The feeling of your tits against his warm skin was unmatched (so far at least). When you pressed your lips against his again, he placed his hands, less carefully now, on your hips. He had never touched you like that before; it was more eager, harder. 

He pushed your hips down against him, and you could feel his cock through his clothes. The thought of him getting turned on because of you made your head spin. It also made you moan into his mouth, which earned you a buck of his hips.

You sat up and ran your hands down to the button of his pants. “I wanna see you. If you want to?” you said, not wanting to push. “Please.” He almost looked drunk; his face was flushed and his lips were swollen. You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Sam raised his hips, helping you pull them off.

Your clit grew its own heartbeat seeing him so exposed. His white underwear almost looked transparent, and the outline of his cock was clear. You gave him a reassuring smile, meaning, Well, this isn't bad at all. 

Your fingers ran up his length before playing with the hem of his boxers. Before you could ask him if you could, he nodded at you to go ahead. You pulled them off and took in the view, which made Sam more nervous than ever. “Say something,” he said after a second and laughed nervously. “I honestly didn’t know what to expect, but you didn’t let me down,” you wrapped your unsure fist around him, “I’m pleased.” Sam breathed out a sigh of relief, which got interrupted by your hand twisting around him up and down. It wasn’t as experienced as his own, but it was yours.

“Spit on it. Makes it easier,” he suggested, not to make you feel embarrassed, just to help you out. You obliged and spit on his tip before smearing it around with your hand. Sam shuddered beneath you as your soft palm stroked him. Quiet moans spilled out when you squeezed his tip. You caught on, setting a moderate pace and heightening the pressure as you made your way up. 

Sam didn’t know what to do; the situation was overwhelming, and his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He sat up and grabbed your hand. “Wait a second,” he huffed, trying to catch his breath. “You alright?” Sam nodded, “I’m just trying to take it all in.” You got scared you crossed a line before he spoke again. “We should switch.” Your eyes widened a bit. “Only if you want.” Now this was unknown territory. None of the guides mentioned this. “I wouldn’t have asked otherwise,” he smiled and sat up beside you and patted the sheets for you to lie down.

Sam peeled off the rest of your clothes after getting a green light. He had done some research of his own. Of course he had; he just never told you about it. His curious fingers spread your folds and ran up your slit. Your thighs shuddered once he reached your clit. He prayed to God he was in the right spot and pressed it lightly to really confirm. When he heard a whine from above, he knew. He concentrated on making small, circular movements, wanting you to feel appreciated and taken care of.

You didn’t have the mind to ask where he learned this; in fact, your mind felt completely blank. Your breathing came in sharp inhales and whiny exhales. Sam’s fingers entering you didn’t exactly make you quiet down, but instead you hummed and moaned with each curl of his determined fingers. The way you hugged his digits made him want to jump your bones immediately, but this was too good to end just now.

He upped his speed slightly, angling his fingers up towards your pelvis to hit your spot with each thrust. His other hand made use of its thumb, placing it against your clit and massaging it. “I can’t—I’m close,” you stammered as your thighs clenched and shook. Sam looked up at you, with a stupidly proud smile on his face. “Go on, c’mon, honey.”

His words paired with his hands pushed you over the edge, and your walls clamped around his fingers. He watched in awe as you writhed there in his bed. He knew he’d never sleep in it again without thinking back on this, this moment playing like a broken record in his mind.

You caught your breath and reached over to your bag on the floor, bringing out your wallet. You pulled a condom out and held it out to Sam. “You came prepared,” he teased and grabbed it. You blushed and watched him open it with his teeth before rolling on the condom. You laid back on the pillows with your legs on either side of him. Sam settled between your thighs and teased you with his cock, letting it bump against your clit and circle around your opening.

“You ready?” Sam made sure before slowly pushing into you. His hands rested on either side of you, holding himself up. He hissed as you enveloped him, placing his forehead against yours, eyes closed shut. You breathed through your mouth, through the slight pain. You didn’t think of it at the time, but in hindsight, he was blessed in that region. He pulled out before pushing himself back in, kissing you as he did.

He kept his slow pace until you breathed out, “faster.” To which he sat back on his heels, grabbed your thighs, and thrust into you. You moaned in pleasure as he fucked you. Though lovemaking might be a more appropriate word since he kept his gaze on your face, noticing and adjusting after every wince and moan that escaped your lips.

Sam’s brown hair was a mess by now, tousled and almost covering his eyes. He pressed kisses to your knees, worried you felt uncomfortable. Though, you definitely didn’t; in fact, you were on cloud 9. His mind seemed to slip away as he neared his orgasm; he groaned with each thrust and tightened his grip on your thighs.

The sight you were met with when he came was unreal. His mouth hung open, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were closed shut, and the sounds of his choked moans made your stomach swirl. Once his soul reentered his body, he smiled lovingly at you. He pulled out, took off the condom, tied it up, and threw it in the trash before leaning in close to you, brushing your hair behind your ears, and kissing you softly. 

Sam laid down beside you and hugged you. His soft lips met your forehead, and his arms squeezed around your torso. “Was it good for you too?” He asked. You smiled at the ‘too.’. He liked it. “It was,” you nuzzled into his neck, “really good.”

You had never slept as well as you did that night, in Sam’s arms, under his now dirty duvet. The whole room smelled like sex and him, and you couldn’t imagine any place you’d rather be.

[classyrbf]

dad bod!toji who’s still the big, muscular man he is but you can tell he’s gotten older and his metabolism has slowed down a little bit. He’s gotten chubbier in his arms, thighs, tummy. Not to mention, he’s started to gray and grow stubble on his face, the perfect salt and pepper mix. Toji says he hates it, always moaning and groaning about needing to hit the gym but you…? You fucking love it. It takes everything in you not to ravish his right then and there, wanting to pounce on him every second of the day. You’re always kissing up on him, grabbing on him, dragging him to the laundry room while the kids watching tv so you could have a quickie. And he’s so confused on where all this extra energy and affection has sprouted from, but he loves it. You’re always so eager for him, fucking your self on his cock, him waking up to you kissing his neck and stroking his dick, dropping to your knees and giving him head without his asking. He wonders what he’s done to deserve all of it.

He���s standing in the mirror one late night with his shirt off, examining just how chubby he’s gotten. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little insecure, thinking how gorgeous you are and how you shouldn’t settle for him. “I’m losing myself,” he grumbles. “What’s going on, baby?” You walk in the room, a smile immediately on your face when you see his shirt is off, definitely a sight to see. “I need to head to the gym is what’s going on.” He flexes his muscles in the mirror. You giggle and walk up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist. “I think you look so handsome with a little weight on you,” you whisper in his ear. “Does something to me.” You nibble on his ear before trailing kisses along his jaw, and that’s when Toji realizes why you’ve been so affectionate with him, like a lightbulb going off in his head.

Just mere minutes later, you’re riding him like your life depends on it, slamming your hips down on his, creating a sticky mess between you two. “S-shit,” he pants, “slow down, mama—fuck!” His bruising grips on your hips only tighten the faster you ride him. Your pussy sucks him in with each thrust, clenching around his throbbing cock. “I can’t…you get so me so hot and bothered, baby.” You grin, running your hands down his chest.

He swears he could cum right then and there, with the way you were riding him and that look in your eye, he was ready to give you another kid. And now you were kissing his neck, moaning and whimpering in his ear. “You’re so perfect, Toji,” you mewl. “Fuck me.” His eyes roll back before fluttering shut. “Keep going, yes, yes, just like that, mama. You’re gonna make me fucking cum,” he groans. You keep that same rhythm, squeezing your pussy around him, milking him. He suddenly wraps his arms around you, holding you in place as he thrusts up into you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “Ah, fuck!” You cry out, your cum dripping down his shaft. His thrusts grow sloppier and harder and next thing you know he’s filling you up, pushing his cum deeper inside of you with slow thrusts. Laughter erupts from your chest as you catch your breath, kissing him slowly and passionately.

“Mmm, goddamn,” he huffs, pulling you to his chest. “Now I finally know why you’re so goddamn horny all the time,” he chuckles. You blink up at him with a small smirk. “Can you blame me?” You trace patterns on his skin. He can see the look in your eye, that hungry stare you’re giving him, wanting more. “What are you thinking about, hm?” He caresses your cheek. “Oh nothing…just how badly I wanna give you some head right now, but I’ll wait.”

[screampied]

ʚ BUBBLE, POP, ELECTRIC ?! ɞ

ᡴꪫ‎ sum. it’s your birthday and your sugar daddy takes you on a spree to the mall. perhaps buying a new set of panties with his initials engraved on it to tease him wasn’t the brightest idea. get in loser, you’re going shopping.

wc. 5.5k

warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), unprotected, semi-public risky themes, dry humping, implied multiple rounds, lots of praise, squırting, fıngering, dumbification, ōral (f! receiving), dirty talk, brēeding, petnames.

➤ sd!gojo masterlist

“a- anything?”

“anything, darlin,” satoru hums with a teasing smile, burying both hands into his pockets. your face lit up as he happily slides his black card into your palm. it had a glinting shine to it, your eyes gape at the sixteen digit code plastered on the front with his full name in bold, ‘satoru gojo.’ the both of you stood near the center of a busy, packed mall. it was an ordinary hot friday, and since it was also your birthday, he decided why not let you pick your special gift. the older man leans down, planting a kiss against your forehead. “go crazy, yeah? ‘s your day, gorgeous. the pricier, the better. buy something that’ll be easy ‘ta tear off. oh, i mean uh— buy something pretty, heh.”

you felt a wave of heat burn over you. you could never, never get enough his praises. satoru’s eyes remain on you as you clutch on one of the many purses he bought you. “toru, you don’t have to.”

“shh, you’re my baby,” he reassures you, pulling you close. you lean into his embrace, feeling the palm of his hand caress circles against your back. he feels the thin straps of your top glue against your skin. his cologne, it was forevermore intoxicating. in a husky low tone, satoru whispers. “i wanna spoil you extra hard today,” and you gasp, feeling him nuzzle into your neck. “what do ya say, sweets? i heard victoria’s secret has a few new deals goin’ on right now, heh.”

you spent the next good hour shopping, going to any store that just so happened to pique your fancy. you told gojo that you’d save victoria’s secret for last, and he nodded.

of course, he tagged along with you. like the gentleman he was, he carried your weighty bags for you like they were nothing.

“gonna run me for my money, huh sweets?” he snickers, an arm slinging around your shoulder as you stood beside him on the escalator. as it slowly took you both upstairs—you let off a tiny exhale. you were preparing to go toward the second floor of the mall.

with a coy smile, you brush a thumb against the edges of your skirt. “o- oh, sorry ‘toru,” and you knew he was teasing, he’d buy you the world if he could. he was stood so close next to you that you could almost always get a good whiff of his loud scent. “didn’t mean to get so much stuff.”

“sweetheart, i’m joking you know that,” he hums, stepping back to let you get off the moving escalator first. it was so packed, dozens of people walking around each part of the centre. it was full of chatter and laughter. a whirring breeze sets against your skin as he steps beside you, leaning down to plant a kiss near your forehead. “tired out yet? or do ya have more pretty stuff ‘ta buy?”

speaking of pretty, satoru gojo was the prettiest.

he stood out in the mall—he was an elite businessman but people were smart enough to not disturb him while he’s spending time with you.

so classy, he was always wearing the finest richest suits, preferably black or white ones. long, stretched out slacks to show off his legs and his hair. gojo’s hair was always neatly done, as he aged he usually settled with a parted style, a visible undercut to run his fingers through to pass time.

thin white bangs would run down his eyes a few times—occluding his vision. gojo would often find himself digging his hands into his pockets as he happily watches you drain his wallet.

“we can go get some lingerie now,” you murmur out, hearing some random pop song blare through the mall’s speakers.

“we? aw, am i gettin’ dolled up too?”

he peers at you as your expression twists to abashed embarrassment. gojo chuckles, a soft thumb brushing against your cheek lovingly. “you’re so cute, i’m teasing. let’s go then, lead the way princess.”

you ended up getting at least three new sets, including the brand new panties gojo’s been rambling to you about nonstop.

he told you how he’s recently got a partnership with the store.

a million dollar partnership at that — his new ‘satoru gojo’ limited edition panties were finally launched, and at first the idea of his name on underwear made him grouse. thanks to gojo’s hefty contribution to the company, they’ve gained a lot of new customers over the past summer. but, the moment you pick them out with a cute curious smile, he only cared about how you’d like them. so far, he’s heard from the reviews of buyers that it was quite soft, cottony and synthetic.

waterproof also, and gojo being gojo brought that specific fact up to you about a dozen times.

“can i open my eyes now, darlin'?” a low, husky yet playful voice calls out. gojo sat manspread in the dressing room, awaiting for you to show the final results of the product. “mhh, ‘s kinda dangerous to jus’ let my imagination roam, you know.”

“hold on, satoru.” you roll your eyes, slipping on the panties. they were really pretty, they fit perfectly and had tiny blue bows on the side.

you spun around near the nearby mirror, taking in your figure. it had a thong yet bikini type shape to them. stretchy and all, not to mention it was very comfortable—not too tight whatsoever. right on the back, you spot the infamous letters that were sewn in bedazzled rhinestones, front ‘n center.

‘ satoru gojo, ’

you felt a brew of heat tickle its way down your thighs before you strut toward the white haired man. even sitting down, he’s so attractive. long legs stretch themselves out as he’s laid back against the concrete wall. he’s surrounded by colorful bent hangers, the dressing room was spacey enough. as he sat on the bench, he taps his foot. “baby, i can feel you lookin’ at me. are ya done?”

“yeah,” you utter, slowly removing his hands away from his eyes. “you can look now.”

it takes him a moment to register the sight — you stand still, feeling his cerulean blue eyes awe at your beauty.

oh, your curves, his blown irises linger everywhere so intently that it makes you feel small in the best way. your heart’s thumps accelerate as he’s got a growing smug smile curling against his pink lips.

“oh my,” he purrs out, a hand cupping under his chin. his expensive g-shock shimmers against the luminescent ceiling light as also he gently pulls his bottom lip down. his stare makes you nervous and you don’t even know why. “spin around for me.”

you do, twirling your body slowly and his eyes get a front view of your ass. you still wore your blouse, feeling his gaze burn into your rear.

“goddamn,” and you let off a soft breath, feeling his hands gingerly creep up against your thighs. “you look gorgeous in anything,” he whispers, inching his lips toward your backside. gojo then drags his twitching, crooked lips toward the left cheek of your ass. it smooches against the lace fabric, a thumb stroking the letters of his own name. “i’ll buy this entire brand just to see you walk around ‘n these for me, sweetheart.”

“satoru don’t do that,” you protest, gasping once he parts your legs open a bit. with you, his touch was always gentle. he couldn’t ever keep his hands off of you though. his strokes continue to roam, and that’s when he playfully bites your ass cheek. “h- hey!”

“sorry, baby,” he chuckles, giving it a soft teasing smack. gojo hears you whine out in need before he turns you back around. “mhh, don’t give me that pout. come give ‘toru some sugar instead.”

your heart always flutters whenever he says that, those sweet words never fail to strike right into your heart. churning the pit insides of your stomach that’s already packed with butterflies swarming everywhere.

as you slowly make your way toward him, tantalizingly, he cocks his head to the right.

“don’t be shy, i won’t bite today,” he flashes you a soft toothy grin, patting his lap for you to take your favorite seat. wasting no time, you sit on his lap, your bare skin brushing up against his loose fitted slacks. “good girl,” and his hands meet your waist. zeroing his eyes down your sweet physique, he strokes your bottom lip. “closer.”

the moment you finally close the distance, your lips press against his. a cheeky smile curls against his mouth — a groan shortly following out of his throat, betraying his playful demeanor. you moan, finding it impossible to not move a bit against him. as you gradually grind against his lap, delving your tongue between his, he lets off a sharp breath. “mhm,” pretty snowy lashes of his shut tight, fluttering as he’s poking a single thumb against your hip. gojo tastes sweet, sweeter than he’s ever been. peppermint lives on his tongue, running against your tastebuds and with utmost grace, you relish in it. the flavor, its additive and his touch wasn’t helping. a raspy groan slithers into your mouth once your grinding speeds up, the bottom part of your panties grazes against his secret growing boner and he huffs.

“f- fuck, baby,” he snarls, breaking away from the kiss to look down. there, he spots it. he was indeed hard, he’s been hard this entire time you’ve been splurging hefty amounts on his black card. the moment you gave him a little show of the sediment panties, that was the final straw. “you’re such a tease, y’know,” and you gasp once he slides a lengthy finger toward the cottony fabric. “ooh, is someone already a mess? lemme see ya.”

and as you’re just barely hovering over his lap, legs sprawled apart for him, he swipes the fat print of his thumb inside. “s- satoruuu.” you hiss out, the last syllable of his name elongated and cutely dramatic. a bit loud, you had to remind yourself the two of you were in a store. indeed, you were soaked already. part of you thinks it was because of his showering praises.

every time he calls you a ‘good girl’ or his ‘pretty girl’ you felt the stickiness between your thighs dampen. it was just embarrassing.

“can’t believe you’ve been hidin’ this mess this entire time,” the white haired man almost pouts, a tone of playfulness humming underneath his tone. two of his fingers poke their way between the middle part of your panties, prodding against your soppy pussy. “oh, look at that. so fuckin’ nasty,” and cunning blue eyes flicker straight at you, making you gulp in ignominy. “sweetheart, you do know i gotta pay for this. did ya forget?”

“o- oh.” and reality hits you again. he was right, you were soaking panties that weren’t even bought yet.

you could feel yourself dripping, a little damp spot forming its way against the woolen linen.

“yeah, oh,” he mocks your cute surprised word, easing a single thumb past your slit. it’s swollen, he feels the eager twitch of it and your legs rock back in lewd rapture. “awh, how cute. you want my thumb, princess?”

“y- yes,” you whine, tossing your arms over his broad shoulders. the man eyes you with a haughty expression, continuing to flick the edge of his thumb in and out of your puffed clit. the panties were still on and you clenched your jaw before letting off a needy sigh. “take them off, ‘toru. please.”

he gives you a long stare before humming. “nah,” and a pout twines against your glossed lips. with his right hand, it grips your ass, his thumb resuming to fondle your skin before it tenderly starts to go in. “silly girl. panties are for wearing,” he teases, and your lips part themselves open once he successfully eases his way inside. you’re already so sloppy, spiraling all underneath his fingers. a white brow of gojo’s crimps into an intrigued furrow before he buries his nose into your neck. “ah, ah. don’t hold back those moans, let me hear that pretty voice.”

“but- we’re in public.”

“i won’t be crazy this time, i promise sweets, heh.”

total lie,

he says he won’t be crazy yet here you were bent over, face shoved into the wall, legs all parted. you moan, feeling his tongue dip straight into your cunt, slurping a loooong suck of your honeyed sweet. your thighs weakly tremble a bit at the teasing sensation of his stubble gracefully bristling against your skin. your cheek presses up on the glass of the other mirror that sits up against the wall. “f- fuuuuck.” you whimper out, toes curling up in utter ecstasy. his tongue, it was always so messy. messy and long, you whimper out once he dives straight in.

dipping in and out, no manners whatsoever. he’s nose deep, lolling it out all the way until he’s shamelessly drooling down your drizzling folds.

even still,

your panties were still on the entire time — they were lazily pulled to the side. with his eyes closed, he’s letting his tongue wander everywhere. you whine, digging the edges of your teeth into your bawled up fist. “arch more baby,” he whispers, hot breath ghosting right against your cunt. the store was blasting obnoxiously loud music, you hoped no one would walk in, hoped no one would see. the door was closed but still. once he watches your back obediently raise up at his command, he hums, nibbling right against your cunt. “atta girl, gimme that arch, uh huh.”

gojo groans, eating you out from behind, using a single hand to make your legs spread just a bit further. the continuous squeaks that pours out your lips makes him ten times harder than he already was. “ngh, t- toru,” you start to huff, feeling a crushing pull yank its way at your lungs. your breathing only started to get more crazed. as he’s spelling out the ten different letters of his name. you whine out a sobbing mewl, feeling the way his tongue curls once he flicks a sweet ‘s’ in your pussy. the swirl — your back only arches more, the skin of your cheek practically glued against the mirror. “ohmygodd.”

“y’r so fuckin’ hot,” he purrs out, and you’re so busy focused on his tongue that you didn’t even realize he had two fingers shoved inside you already. they’re so long, they reach into the very caves of your walls, specific spots that you didn’t even know could be located. with a swift motion, his fingertips curl around your cunt, feeling the gripping squeeze. “mhm, that’s it. bare around ‘em just like that,” and he’s making out with your cunt, giving it multiple french kisses. your legs were so close to giving up, you could feel that same annoying smile rub against your pussy. as your lip shivers, you start to breath heavier.

puffing and huffing . . heaving as you let off the same pathetic whimpers for more, more of his sloppy tongue.

he slurps everywhere, making sure to not miss a single spot. gojo sucks against your clitoral hood, knowing just how sensitive that spot made you. as you’re coating not only his fingers but his chin at the same time with your sheeny juices, you couldn’t help but swallow your pity. “i- i’m gonna cum,” you moan, a hand of yours reaching behind to grab onto his head. it lands near the top, gripping onto his strands and shoving him further into your pussy. “satoru, agh,” and you had to cup a hand over your mouth, growing paranoid once your heard a few people right outside your stall.

shit, shit, shit,

all you heard from gojo was that same raspy chuckle as he pumps in his two fingers inside your pussy with the most presumptuous grin on his face. as he’s bent on his knees, his chin was soaked with your slick.

every few seconds, he pries himself off to breathe and clean the lower part of his chiseled face with his tongue. “c’mon, baby. wait a little f’r me,” and his tepid breath repeatedly fans against your fevered skin. the pleasure — the pulsation, you were found with your legs spread and jaw dropped. so close, you could merely taste a salty tang that’s forming on your sugared tastebuds.

satoru gojo was a eater, and he could eat you all day if he really really wanted. your pout from his words makes him laugh. he spots your dumb expressions through the mirror propped up directly in front of you before he starts to spit on your cunt. “ugh, look at her. always so shiny ‘n slick,” and with bright eyes, he stares at the way his saliva trickles down your puckering hole. “ooh,” gojo breaks his mouth away again, lustrous cobwebs of spit dripping down his lips. frantically, you were shaking once he suddenly stopped. as his two fingers still plugged inside of your pussy, he gives the outer part of your entrance teasing pecks. “such a wet girl. listen to her with me, sweetheart.”

“s— fuckk, ‘toru,” you babble out, a sharp swat of his free palm hitting against your ass. suddenly, the cramped up dressing room felt hot. blazing, and yet, your thighs were even hotter. with your lips betraying themselves, curling into a circular shape in pleasure, you barely could make yourself stand still. “pleaseplease.”

“no, baby,” he gifts your cunt it’s final kiss, one of his hands running down your thighs. you had glossy slick racing down and he takes the opportunity to lap it right up with his tongue. “only sound i wanna hear is this pretty pussy talkin’ back to me. let’s hear what she’s got ‘ta say.”

the sounds of your own cunt was so lewd. it’s crying squelching rings and reverberates off the walls.

abruptly, you grow quiet and he hums, slowly dragging out his two long fingers before you gush out straight away.

your eyes were as wide as saucers, electric shocking currents travel through every part of your body as you come undone on his tongue. as you whine into your palm, your eyebrows come together into a furrow.

“mph,” you whimper, feeling your thighs shake. it’s so much that within seconds, you feel yourself spraying against his tongue until you couldn’t anymore. it felt like your life flashed before your eyes. the tenderness of it all was almost too much to bare. as you’re still violently shaking on his pink twitching muscle, gojo spreads your ass apart, growing drunk at your taste before he chuckles against your clit - teeth nibbling against your sensitive, puffed folds.

“my baby’s velocity just gets better ‘n better,” he snickers, giving your right ass cheek a frisky kiss.

as he stands up again, he faces you — watching as your eyes were all droopy ‘n hooded.

“c’mere,” and you felt your cunt throb as you fall into his touch, pressing your lips right back against him. right away, your tongue gets met with the taste of yourself on him. you tasted sweet, he’s always described you as sweet anyway. gojo groans, lifting up your thigh before making you lie back. “good girl. ‘s just you ‘n me. let me spoil you today, princess.”

glancing down, you spot his slacks that were just barely hanging on. they were half on, dark blue boxers clinging onto his perfectly sculptured waistline. you spot a bit of a peeking white happy trail that’s curly — sticking against his skin.

“s- satoru,” you pant, pawing your hands at his already open fly. he ogles at you, popping the two wet fingers that were stuffed into your cunt literally just a few seconds ago right into his mouth. you watch, growing more aroused as he sucks on his digits right in front of you.

“satoru what, baby?” he leans down, springing out his cock. it was quick, he fishes through his boxers before whipping it out, wrapping a single bare hand around his fat length. giving it a few pumps, a thumb of his swipes against his pulsing vein and he groans. with a snarl, he bites into your neck. “you don’t wanna wait ‘till we get home, huh?”

“no,” you whimper, and he lets you take control a bit.

with shaky hands, you make him sit flat against his back, a cute shove goes against his chest and he huffs. “want you, ‘toru,” and he smiles at how out of breath you were, still trying to overcome your more recent, nirvana filled high. as you get on his lap, straddling him, you lean right up to the older man’s face. “please.”

he returns your lust-filled gaze, a hand of his creeping toward the curvature of your ass. “such a sweet girl. with manners like that, i could never say no,” he coos to you, helping you align your entrance against his reddened tip. with your panties still on, string passively pulled toward the crevices of your thighs, you whine. “there’s that sweet ‘lil moan,” he brings you closer toward his neck. the veins that ran down his cock pulse even quicker. “mhm, c’mon sweets,” he playfully pulls your hands away from your face. “i wanna see those eyes roll back. don’t be shy, ride me girl.”

and as he’s careful to sink you down on his cock, your legs wrap around his slim waist like a vice.

a hand of yours tugs onto his tie, giving it a little forceful pull. gojo’s hair was all ruffled — white strands everywhere, you had him a mess and right where you wanted.

whenever you straddled him like this, you always took his breath away and that hungry gaze you always give him, fuck you were dangerous.

intaking a sharp, deep breath, he’s halfway in now. gojo’s so thick and bulky that it feels like he’s fully in.

balls fucking deep,

a whimper pulls out of your vocal cords as his tip kisses your sweet swollen insides. his own eyelashes were half-lidded and he’s panting right with you, frigid cold band of his watch rubbing off against your skin. the saturated squelches of your pussy were so loud, he holds onto your hips before a pussy drink grin tugs against both corners of his lips. “attaaaa girl. move those hips, ride me good, birthday girl.”

the friction was so delicious, so appetizing..

you were barely moving but you felt like you were gonna screw up and cream all down his shaft. with your face still burying itself into the crook of his neck, your hips finally start to adapt to some sort of steady rhythm. gojo huskily grunts, feeling the welcoming grip your cunt gifts him every time he goes inside. the elastic stretch always makes him short circuit. as his blushing tip thrashes its way inside, your hips roll and it’s only then that you start to sloppily lurch against his lap.

“t- toruuu,” you sob out in a sweet broken syllable, your own words sticking against your tongue. strong, built arms hold you upright as you’re making steady haste. the music of the store seems to get louder and you don’t even care if you get caught anymore.

with the way his cockhead’s smooching up against your sweet spot, you’re already dumb, stupid ‘n hungry for more of your beloved sugar daddy. your whines always ghost right up against his earlobe, falling on deaf ears every time. your sweet, carnal sounds makes his dick twitch. the electric pulse surges through your cunt and you feel it — shivering, glancing at him and he shoots you a flashy, sheepish grin. “yeah, ‘s okay baby. doin’ so good for me.”

even still, you’re adjusting to his size. the big stretch has your lips parted and circular, moans spilling out of your lips again and again until you were a broken record.

every single time, gojo’s cock extends inside of you through and through. it’s like it comes natural to him. no matter how many times he’d please you, you’d always end up getting a bit more stretched out than the last time.

a constant lewd loop,

“s— satoru,” you start to whine again, swiveling your hips against him. he’s seated down on the bench, taking in your body and the way your breasts bounce. he can’t help but snatch a feel, bringing a hand toward your left mound, squeezing two fingers against your nipples. with your frilly blouse still on, he’s just tugging against fabric but you start feel the familiar incoming shockwaves of pleasure. you let off a tiny squeal, head tossing back and your teeth digging into your bottom lip. “ngh, ‘toru. ‘m sensitive.”

“baby you’re always sensitive,” he teases.

lowering his head down between your neglected tits, gojo pulls up your blouse and leisurely slides his tongue down the sheeny crack of your chest. you’ve got a bit of a glow, probably from your recent teeth shattering orgasm. “mhm, look at my girls. they get prettier every time i see ‘em,” and as you’re still swaying your hips against him, he pops out one of your tits from your bra, sucking against the tender skin. you whimper over and over, he can barely get a good solid suck from the constant movement of your hips. you’re jittery, repeatedly moving back and forth against him, about to erupt as if your cunt was a volcano. “thaaat’s my girl, always taste so sweet.”

you ruffle his hair a bit as he’s latching his mouth against one of your sore nipples. the mobility of your hips so sloppy and unstable. he tends to each nipple, latching his wet lips against the sore mounds before slobbering all over it. as you’re grinding against him in an alluring manner, your eyes start to roll back. “toru, ngh. ‘s fuckin’ big,” you squeak out in a tiny mewl, your voice entirely small.

you’re moving so much that he could barely keep up, burying his face into your chest. his hot breath tickles against your skin — it’s feverish, sending a multitude of shivers to race down your spine.

he grunts in annoyance at your bra in the way, snatching it down to properly attach his plump lips against your neglected nipples. gojo sucked until they were all sore ‘n swollen, madly pulsating from the salacious stimulation. he eyes you with a teasing simper, a crinkle informing underneath his eye as he licks up his saliva dripping down the bare valley of your chest.

“y’r always a perfect fit though,” he whispers, another groan leaving out of his throat. as he’s leaning back again, allowing you to continue riding him, you’re just completely dumbfounded.

irises were dilated, lungs were full, toes curled.

you moan once he spanks your ass at the feeling of your hips slowing down, his way of encouraging you to keep at it. with your frilly blouse pulled up, he gawks at your body and admires how you match his crazed tempo, rolling and mirroring the same amounts of rickety.

“my fuckin’ girl,” he grunts, a hand sliding down your ass again, spanking it again. “uh huuuh,” his tongue slides against his lips, averting his gaze at your seductive looking hips. “just like that, sweetheart. niiiice ‘n slow, ‘toru’s not going anywhere.”

as you’re jerking forward against him, constantly bouncing against his thickset, bulky base — your jaw hangs wide open. he’s reached your sweet spot, it’s out of nowhere and you feel a bundle of nerves scream all through out you. your limbs were getting weary, and as your arms wrap around his shoulders, you nibble on his chin. “satoru, satoru, f— fuuuuck.”

he chuckles, watching as both of your eyes close tight, feeling one of your hands slither its way inside of his dress shirt. “hm,” he looks down, and your fingertips feel against his chiseled washboard abs. your pace was relentless, and with the feeling of just how ripped he was, you felt that same twitch arise in your cunt again. “fuck yeah, baby. touch me anywhere you like. this body ‘s all yours,” and you moan from his provocative words, still moving back and forth. gojo’s scent made itself well known throughout the entire dressing room. his abs instinctively clench from your gentle yet tender touch. “make me feel so good.”

“i- i do?” you moan, his words alone sending you a plethora of spine-chilling chills everywhere. they linger for a long time before you feel yourself starting to tighten. you were hungry for his approval, his praise — anything.

“yes, sweetheart,” he grunts, cupping your face as your hips continue to rock against him. he was reaching his inevitable limit and so were you, gojo’s face turns flustered and his pretty blue eyes flicker backward for a moment. that action alone was sexy, only you made him like this. “you like hearin’ what you do to me, huh?”

his voice was always so low — deep ‘n pitchy, it had the right amount of rasp hiding underneath it.

the timbre, it was a huskiness that always got you soaked. gojo moved his hands back down toward your waist, helping you keep up your frantic rhythm. every few seconds, you felt his throbbing dick plunge in and out of your drooling cunt. it’s so thorough, and every once and a while, it slips out. “fuuuck,” he groans, lifting you up before aligning himself back in. “got me workin’ over time, baby. stay still, yeah.”

your sweet nub was constantly being kissed up against, and you’re already so so stupid.

metaphoric heart eyes form through your pupils as you twitched ‘n fluttered on his cock. the moment you came again, and again, and again, there was barely a thought in your mind. you were always left being a puddled mess, swollen walls perfectly ravaged and stretched out.

it’s probably been about a good hour or two.

the dressing room had a sweet smell of tangy sweat and cologne—you whimper, babbling repeatedly as you’re now bent back over again.

but this time, gojo’s fucking you from behind.

he’s probably had you do various positions, and he was just about to finish again, anticipating to see another load pour right into your puffy pussy.

“s- shit,” he swallows a lump residing in his throat, catching your secretive hand trying to reach down and touch yourself. “princess..”

you pause, your hand staying still and he chuckles — pressing right up against your ass. he’s still pumping you full mid-thrust, a free hand wrapping its way around the back of your throat. his tone sounded like you’d just been caught redhanded. “aw, someone’s eager. but you always ask before touchin’ this sloppy pussy, right?”

with your breath hitching, he’s continuing to reel you back into his sharp hips within each piston of a thrust. with your mouth opened wide, you moan. “y- yes,” and as he’s jutting his cock into your gripping walls, you whimper out a sweet question of want. “can i touch myself, ‘toru?”

“let me think, baby.”

and you whine, a pouty expression marinating against your features as he’s got you pressed up against the mirror once more. gojo chuckles, clammy hands squeezing against your ass. “oh, you big baby. ‘m joking, go ‘head princess.”

as your fingers skid down your sopping pussy, it’s immediately coated with your slick. you whine, feeling his pace go faster before he groans. after a while, he’s just about there. gojo’s eyes remain fixated on your pretty rear — skin against skin clashing onto each other in such sync ‘n harmony.

his orgasm hits him like a truck. as a pretty translucent ring forms around his heavy cock, lust foils at his brain. “hah, fuck, pretty. such a mess, arch more for me, good girl. good fuckin’ girl.”

with the way he’s praising you continuously, you felt the constant twitches of your pussy cling onto his length. as your limbs were shaky ‘n on their final concluding hinges, you grow quiet at the feeling of him dumping in yet another sweet sticky load of cum. in the process — he coats the fabric of your panties with his mess, luxuriating in how sloppy you looked.

everything feels so slow - it’s probably been hours.

the current song that’s playing on the speakers, you’ve heard that same chorus for at least three times now.

it’s so warm inside, the flushed left temple of your cheek sticks against the mirror as you’re pressed right up against it. “f- fuck.” you wheeze out, allowing him to pump you full of creamy, velvety loads. he groans, throwing his head back and letting off a deep exhale. pretty lashes of his flutter shut as he’s staring openly at the way your cunt swallows its favorite bittersweet meal. with his mushroom tip still thrashing against the bulb of your sensitive clit, he gradually pulls out.

gojo’s eyes remain at your backside — gazing at the way he’s overflowed you with ropes ‘n ropes of hot wads of cum.

he licks his lips, staring in awe at how it dribbles down your thighs so effortlessly. it’s so messy,

a thumb of his swipes down the inner crevices of your thighs, getting a taste of it himself. “such a pretty girl,” he huffs, bringing the same thumb up to his lips to get a good enough taste. with the honeyed concoction of both flavors, he hums in contentment. “awww,” he stands up, taking in your dumbed down state. you were still panting, cum dripping out of your swollen hole.

you’ve still got a brief portion of your fist in your mouth - trying to suppress your sweet noises, split knuckles tickling against your tongue. “cute. c’mere, princess.”

you shudder, feeling him reposition your panties whilst pulling up your frilled skirt. with a teasing smile, he kisses your forehead, giving the fat of your ass one more squeeze. “you did so good,” and once he’s making sure you’re okay, with glossed eyes—you leer as he drags his slacks back up, zipping up his fly. as you gawk, gojo looks so handsome. ruffled white strands all over the place and his once professional dress shirt was now all unbuttoned ‘n scruffy. “hm,” he catches you staring, and he strokes the bottom of your chin. “you look hungry for more,” and his voice gets a bit low, he pressed a soft kiss against your lips, watching as you pout once he devastatingly pulls away. “happy birthday baby.”

“t- thank you, ‘toru,” you speak, trying to catch your breath. abruptly, you’re suddenly being lifted up by him, bridal style. a gasp wrenches out of you before you involuntary hurl your feeble, numb arms over his tense shoulders. he smells so good, you sink your face into the collar of his tux, feeling his body rumble from a chuckle.

“welcome,” and he unlocks the dressing room, walking out with you in nowhere but his warms. glancing at you, he whispers in a sweet low tone. “let’s get you outta here, hm? a nice warm bath ‘s waitin’ for ya at home. don’t want my baby’s limbs to be all sore.”

and as gojo’s carrying you and your bags with one arm supporting underneath you—he continues to make his way toward the front of the store.

he’s met with a few eyes yet he could care less. all he cared about was you, his pretty princess.

you shift a bit in his arms, still feeling creamy remnants of his cum plug you full even while being protected by your panties and skirt. it sticks against the fabric and you couldn’t help but grow flustered, feeling your thighs glue ‘n stick together. as he’s just about to leave out the door, he’s interrupted by the loud sound of a beep.

it’s the anti-theft security alarm, and gojo groans once he’s stopped by one of the employees.

“sir, i think you forgot to pay.”

“oh right,” the white haired man rubs the back of his neck, gently placing you back down on your feet. you glance up at him and your forehead’s met with another one of his tender, sweet kisses. “stay put, baby.”

you nod, watching as his back turns. he trods toward the cashier, whipping out his black card that he had you use for the majority of the day. as he’s paying for your items, he apologizes for the inconvenience with the most faux unknowing expression. gojo leaves a big tip in advance before making his way back toward you.

his staggering height stands tall and he slings an arm over your shoulder. he grabs your bags, having you lean against him as you both finally make your way out of the store.

“c’mon, darlin,” gojo mutters in a low tone, guiding you out of the mall. he’s still holding you close, but he stops briefly to plant a kiss near the inside of your neck. “still not done makin’ a mess out of my messy baby girl.”

[gumii-bearr]

❝ not even a little ❞

summary: megumi fushiguro is your roommate, he's also a scary guy... a scary guy that's weak for you.

featuring... megumi fushiguro

content warning: MDNI (18+), afab!reader, roommate!megumi, college!au, angst, fluff!!, alcohol, vomiting (from being so drunk), mentions of weed, hangovers, reader cries a few times, slow burn ish, these two are pissing me off, smut, dirty talk, cunnilingus, blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, cum eating, virginity loss (?), mentions of a cheating ex (there is Hana slander im sorry), emotionally stunted megumi, swearing, megumi is so bad at feelings oh my god, ozawa x yuji mentions

word count: 13.8k

author's note: MEOW– guys i been working hard on this FUCKER!

chapter two

You’re pretty sure he hates you.

Your new roommate, that is. 

“Fushiguro, right?” You led with friendliness, hoping to win him over with your charming personality and half the share of the rent. But he was beyond intimidating, standing at the front door, eyes slanted and harsh with boredom. His hair was messy but it almost seemed intentional with how much it complimented and framed his angular face.

He was gorgeous.

Yuko had neglected to tell you just how attractive your new roommate would be when she sent you the address the day before. Though, it made sense that she wouldn’t notice since she’s dating Itadori, not his old roommate.

He looked you up and down as you stood at his front door, a nervous smile twinging at your lips as an awkward tension consumed you. Though he didn’t seem overly bothered by the awkwardness, simply humming in acknowledgement of his name before standing aside to let you into his apartment.

It was nice; very organised for a guy, you thought. He wordlessly led you to your new room, which was Yuji’s old room, and gave you the rundown of the rent and utilities while you tried to not melt at the deep smoothness of his voice.

What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

“You didn’t tell me he was hot, Ozawa,” you grumble as you tighten the group head into the coffee machine. It’s quiet in the cafe that day, just you and Yuko behind the counter trying to shake off your lack of sleep with iced coffees and fries from the stainless steel bowl sitting at the kitchen window. The line chef doesn’t care that you’re stealing the fries, too busy scrolling on his phone and attempting to blink away his hangover.

Yuko takes a sip of her coffee, her brows knit in confusion, “who?”

“Fushiguro,” you clarify, pressing buttons on the coffee machine.

Yuko was your friend from high school and she was the one that hooked you up with the apartment. All she told you was that he was Yuji’s best friend and old roommate before she and Yuji moved in together. She told you he was in his second year of college, he needed help with the rent and that he was a nice guy.

“You told me he was nice, too.”

“Fushiguro is nice,” Yuko retorts, restocking the paper cups next to the coffee machine.

You give her a look, “nice my ass.”

“You just said he was hot!” she laughs at that, nudging your shoulder playfully.

“You can be hot and mean at the same time, they’re not mutually exclusive.”

“Mm,” she hums, “sounds like your type.”

“Rude,” you mutter.

The bell above the door dings, your eyes peeking over the coffee machine to spot Yuji walking in with a wide smile, “hi baby!”

Yuko grins, “Hey, Yuji.” She leans over the counter, allowing Yuji to press a kiss against her cheek with a loud muah!

“What’s up?” Yuji asks curiously, letting his chin rest in his own palm.

“Y/N was just telling me about her first night in her new place,” Yuko replies.

“Ooh!” Yuji sings.

“She said he’s hot,” Yuko giggles.

A big smile spills across Yuji’s face and he teasingly wiggles his brows, “you got a crush?”

“No,” you say defensively. “I don’t even know him.”

“You can crush on someone and not know them,” Yuji shrugs.

“I don’t think you can.”

Yuji tuts, “ah-ah! Jennifer Lawrence, I don’t know her, but I have a crush on her.”

You look to Yuko, “you gonna let him say that?”

Yuko shrugs sheepishly, “I have a crush on her too so I think it’s okay.”

Yuji points at her, “see?”

You just playfully roll your eyes, “but seriously… What's the secret? Cus I think he already wants me to move out.”

“Fushiguro just takes time to warm up to people,” Yuji explains. “Just give it time.”

You wonder how long it’ll take for him to warm up to you. You’re a friendly person and you’re pretty bubbly but he just intimidates the hell out of you. But his apartment was way nicer than any of the other apartments near campus. And bonus points because the rent was rather cheap compared to other places you’d seen. So you can’t screw this up.

But again, you’re pretty sure he hated you.

He was always grumbling around and seemed to get annoyed when you would put the dishes away in the wrong spots (though he never outright told you this). And he seemed to get annoyed when you were in a shared space, either sitting down on the floor in front of the TV to study or at the kitchen counter with your textbooks strewn about. 

But no way in hell were you going to poke the bear and ask him if he hated you.

Because Megumi Fushiguro was a scary guy.

You think you’ve screwed yourself when Megumi makes a bee-line for you a few weeks later.

You’re sitting at your desk in your room with the door slightly open. You’re focused on the essay you’re trying to edit but it’s hard to ignore the dark and brooding cloud that is Megumi Fushiguro.

“You touch my shit?” He asks. It doesn’t sound mean or accusing but just the depth of his voice alone makes you nervous.

“Huh?” You squeak out, eyes shifting nervously.

“My clothes,” he holds out a folded shirt for emphasis, his other hand holding your door frame (and jesus christ his muscles look so good).

Fuck.

You gulp, “u-uh, yeah, I did. I needed more darks so I just… used some of yours…”

Megumi just stares at you, steely eyes narrow and harsh.

You smile sheepishly, though it’s not really a smile, more of a nervous twitch in your lips, “I’m sorry–”

“Just,” Megumi starts before he sighs, “don’t touch my shit.”

You nod quickly, “right. I’m sorry.”

It’s funny. 

You’ve only been here for a few weeks and Megumi is growing more and more frustrated by you. 

How you always manage to be there when he’s trying to use the shower or the kitchen or do his laundry. He realises the irony given you’re his fucking roommate but he can’t cope with this shit.

He finds himself staring when you walk around in tiny shorts and tight tank tops. Or when you slink down the hallway wrapped in a towel like he can’t see you. Or when you stretch your arms above your head while you’re studying, your shirt riding up and giving him the perfect view of your tummy–

Megumi stands outside the bathroom door, towel and a change of clothes in hand. 

He knew girls took a while in the shower but this? You’d been in there for around fifteen minutes, the shower running and your music playing softly from inside. Megumi and Yuji used to function fine with one bathroom between the two of them, but sharing with you, a girl, proved to be a little different.

“M’so sorry,” you squeak as you pull the door open, your hair wet and combed back, your face free of your usual makeup. 

“S’fine,” Megumi murmurs. 

You quickly duck your head and slink away and Megumi just fucking stares. His breath gets caught in his throat at the sight of your towel pulled tight around your body, giving him a perfect view of the outline of your ass. His eyes raked over your bare shoulders and he almost felt dizzy at the lingering smell of your strawberry scented shampoo.

Megumi coughed into his fist, feeling a certain stiffness in his pants making itself known. It’d been a while since he got laid so he’d just deal with it using a cold shower and thinking about violent video games or something.

You’re finding you have the same problem.

You feel your face flush when he comes home from the gym in compression shirts and sweatpants, an earbud stuck in his ear and his skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. And you just sit there in the living room gawking like an idiot as he mumbles an annoyed ‘hey’ then proceeds to ignore you the rest of the night.

He’s caught you staring a few times, especially when you’re waiting for him to get out of the shower so you can use the bathroom and he emerges wrapped in nothing but a towel, his hair dripping water down his pale chest.

And you totally check him out before slapping a hand over your eyes, cheeks flushed as you squeak out an embarrassed, “sorry!”

He just rolls his eyes with a huff and disappears into his room, leaving you to bang your head against the wall because you’re so dumb.

Yuji was right, you do have a crush.

It’s truly a tragic predicament because he seems to have no interest in you. He barely acknowledges you, humming when you greet him and brushing past you when you’re using a shared space at the same time. It’s almost as if he’s actively avoiding you.

“I made you a coffee,” you’re trying to break the ice somehow because Megumi is so unbelievably unreadable that it hurts.

Megumi looks at you, half-lidded eyes tired and bored as he studies your nervous expression. You place the mug of hot coffee on the counter next to his set up of textbooks, notebooks, pens and his laptop.

You fiddle with your hands, “it’s just coffee and milk, I didn’t know if you wanted sugar–”

“Thanks,” he simply says, nodding with a tight-lipped smile before sticking his earbud back in his ear.

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment before you awkwardly shuffle off to your room. Completely missing how Megumi watches you leave.

Once midterms roll around, Megumi disappears off the face of the earth. You don’t see him for weeks because he’s either cooped up in his room or he stays late on campus and you hear him get home at stupid hours of the night.

The next time you see him is at a party.

The frat house you’re at is packed with college students all at varying stages of drunkenness. You’ve maybe had half a drink, deciding to hide away in the kitchen and people-watch. Yuji and Yuko convinced you to come along since midterms were over and the stress swallowing the entire college campus had seemed to somewhat dissipate. 

One party wouldn’t hurt. 

“Yooo! Y/N you made it!” Yuji exclaims, an arm thrown around Yuko’s shoulders, the two of them clutching red plastic cups full of some mysteriously coloured alcohol. 

“Yeah, I thought I’d try and make some friends,” you reply as Yuko hands you a drink.

“Damn, then what are we?” Yuji’s teases, gesturing between himself and Yuko.

You roll your eyes playfully, “more friends, Itadori,” you clarify.

Yuji was a guy that was easy to get along with, always making friends no matter where he went. You became fast friends with Yuji after he and Yuko started dating since you were instrumental in convincing Yuko to give her number to him way back when.

“You and Fushiguro friends yet?” Yuko asked curiously, slightly yelling over the music.

You grit your teeth, “don’t think so. I put the dishes away wrong once and I think he’s hated me ever since.”

Yuji blows a raspberry, “yeah right, you should try and talk to him tonight, maybe hit on him, hm?” Yuji wiggles his eyebrows at you. 

“Why tonight?” You ask curiously.

“Cus he looks lonely,” Yuji points to the other end of the room.

You follow his finger and spot that familiar mop of messy black hair rather quickly. He’s leaning against the wall cradling a drink and damn he looks good in the black shirt he’s wearing, allowing you to totally check out and gawk at his lean muscular arms. He looks beyond bored, his steely blue eyes scanning the crowd with complete disinterest.

You didn’t even know he was coming to this thing and now you’re suddenly motivated to stay.

You gulp down the lump in your throat before squeezing the plastic cup of whatever the fuck in your hand. You lift it to your lips and chuck it back, the bitter alcohol burning your throat on the way down. 

“Atta girl!” Yuji exclaims, “go get your man!”

“You’re for the girls, you know that, Yuji?” You grin.

“I’ve been told,” he beams happily. 

You take Yuko’s drink off her and quickly throw hers back too, needing some liquid courage to get you over there because at least if you say something stupid, you can blame it on the alcohol. 

“Okay, maybe don’t overdo it,” Yuko pats your shoulder.

You take in a breath before nodding and squeezing past your friends, making your way toward your roommate. You didn’t even know he would be at this party, that’s how little you talk to one another. Yet you find yourself getting nervous and stupid around him. 

You’re barely five meters away from him when you stop dead in your tracks.

A blonde girl approaches Megumi, her shoulder bumping his as she leans against the wall next to him. He eyes her before taking a sip of his drink. You don’t hear what she says but he seems vaguely amused by it and you find yourself almost jealous that some random girl managed to get more emotion out of Megumi in the last two seconds than you have in the past two months.

Your heart thumps in your chest and you suddenly feel small and ridiculous. You clear your throat and quickly spin on your heel, heart thumping in your ears as you pick up another drink of whatever crazy jungle juice they’re serving at this frat party and chuck it back. 

He doesn’t even know it and he just crushed your spirit. 

“Uh oh,” Yuji grits his teeth.

“Why’s she coming back?” Yuko asks Yuji.

“I’m going to stand on a highway,” you grin maniacally. Yuko and Yuji peer behind you and spot the same blonde girl talking to Megumi, only this time she’s turned toward him, giving him her undivided attention as she yaps on about something. Megumi still seems vaguely uninterested but he nods along slowly.

“Yikes,” Yuji cringes, “not him talking to his ex.”

“Ex?” you squeak out.

Yuko nudges Yuji’s shoulder, giving him a ‘what the fuck, bro?’ look. Yuji quickly stammers, “I-I mean, they’ve been broken up for like two years, there’s nothing there.”

You don’t believe him for a second because it certainly didn’t look like nothing. You peek back over your shoulder and watch as Megumi chugs the rest of his drink and leaves, the blonde girl trailing behind him. Great, they’re gonna go have sex and you’re stuck having a crush on your roommate who will probably kick you out when he gets back with her. 

Great.

Great.

You turn back to Yuji and Yuko with a wide-eyed nervous smile.

Yuji grits his teeth, “you okay, Y/N?”

You squeak, “mhm, so good!”

Yuko and Yuji share a look with each other before Yuko sighs, “he’s not worth it anyway, you’re a catch, if he can’t see it then he’s stupid.”

You know she’s trying to make you feel better and you’re a relatively confident person, but when you start to crush on someone and they don’t offer any kind of reciprocation for your feelings, you start to feel a little… not so confident. 

Yuko and Yuji try to make you feel better, introducing you to their other friend Nobara who is much more aggressive in her pep talk.

“You’re a hot, sexy mama!” Nobara shakes your shoulders, her speech slurred slightly. “Who cares about that emo hoe anyway!”

You want to laugh but she honestly kind of scares you.

“You gotta get laid by some other guy! A hot guy!” Nobara hiccups, taking another swig from her cup. “Maybe fuck your ex or something! Or, or, or! Fuck one of Fushiguro’s classmates!”

“Uh, I don’t think losing my virginity at a party is exactly ideal,” you reply.

Nobara’s eyes bulge out of her head, “you’re a virgin!?” She says it so loud that a few heads turn and you shush her quickly.

“Tell the whole campus why don’t you?” You scold in a hushed tone.

“You’re hot though, babe,” she hiccups again. “You could pull anyone!”

“Funny.”

“I’m serious!”

You let loose after that, deciding to drink and do shots to avoid thinking about Megumi as if you don’t keep looking for him all night. You’re always peeking over your shoulder, searching for him in the crowd and flat out ignoring the guys Nobara and Yuko attempt to introduce you to. 

You’re not interested in the pre-med students or the business students or whatever the fuck.

You’re more interested in the tall, lean, handsome vet student who happens to be your roommate and who you haven’t seen all night.

After many more rounds of shots, a game of beer pong and poorly deciding to bet Yuji you could drink him under the table; you’re so drunk. You stumble around the party, hanging off Yuji, Nobara and Yuko since they are clearly equally as drunk as you with how they encourage your behaviour. 

Your head is fucking spinning and you feel like you’re going to be sick.

You stumble around the house, clutching the wall and stair bannister as you attempt to find the bathroom. You open a few random doors, spotting people making out, some other people fighting before you finally find the bathroom, bile rising in your throat and your vision going fuzzy. You find a bunch of people smoking what smells like weed in the bathroom, the smell hitting you in the face like a brick wall. 

They all start yelling at you to shut the door and you quickly slam it shut before you stumble back down the stairs, racing to the back door as you feel the vomit start to claw up your throat. You shove the door open, the outside air freezing cold and nipping at your hot skin. 

You half crawl toward the back fence, your stupid heels betraying you as you pathetically fall to your knees and throw your guts up in the garden.

Your brain is on fire and your stomach aches as you throw up all the alcohol in your system. You really shouldn’t have been mixing your alcohols, but Nobara was so convincing and Megumi had just stomped on your heart.

You suddenly feel two cold hands against your head, brushing over your ears as they pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding it out of your face as you throw up. You’re thankful to whatever stranger is helping you out right now because you feel awful.

Tears prick at your eyes, a mix of tears and mascara running down your face because you really fucking hate throwing up and you really hate Megumi Fushiguro right now.

“You okay?” The man’s voice is distant and a little fuzzy.

You wave him off, “m’fine.”

“You’re crying,” he says softly, listening as you sniffle and wipe your tears away with the ball of your palm. There’s a pause, the man still holding your hair back, “why’re you crying?”

You shrug, “cus I’m sick and I’m s’drunk and some stoners yelled at me and roommate is an ass.”

He hums, “what’d he do? …Your roommate?”

“Nothing,” you whine with a soft sniffle.

“Nothing?” He repeats, his voice sounding slightly amused.

“Nothing,” you say again, “that’s the problem.”

There’s a pause. “Why’s that a problem?”

You groan quietly, “why’re you grillin’ me? I’m s’drunk.”

He chuckles softly, “right, sorry.”

You don’t even know this guy and you immediately start rambling, “my friends helped me find a roommate and everyone neglected to tell me he ws’ hot! And I’m tryin’ to get him to like, notice me, but he’s so mean and I’m like ninety-nine percent sure he hates me. Then he was with his ex at this party right before I ws’ gonna go talk to him! Can you believe that?”

“Wow, he is an ass,” the man says matter-of-factly, validating your feelings.

“Thank you,” you slur before you feel your tummy do a flip and you’re throwing up in the garden again. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, smearing your lipgloss messily. You sniffle again, “m’sorry stranger.”

“S’okay,” he rubs your shoulder, still holding your hair back.

You wake up the next morning with the most vicious headache. 

You roll over with a groan, your head pounding and your mouth tasting of acid and whatever the hell was in that jungle juice last night. You press your face into your pillow and groan softly, your entire body feeling like shit. After a few painful seconds, you pry your eyes open, your vision fuzzy and your eyes sore. 

You’re in your bed.

Now how the fuck did you get here?

You sit up slowly, your head pounding and spinning with a wonderfully terrible hangover. You spot your shoes on the floor of your room, neatly sitting next to your desk along with your folded jacket. You half remember someone taking you home, maybe it was Yuji? Fuck, you better thank him.

You take your phone off your side table (which was miraculously put on charge last night) and search for Yuko’s number, you press her name and the phone rings a few times before she answers.

“H-Hello?” Yuko groans, her voice saturated with exhaustion.

“Are you as lucid as I am?” You cringe, rubbing your eyes with the ball of your palm.

You hear Yuko muffle a groan into her pillow, clearly as insanely hungover as you, “we got so drunk.”

“Is Itadori okay?” you ask with a wince.

“He’s throwing up in the shower right now,” she replies.

“That’s rough,” you want to laugh but it hurts too much.

“Well he did crash the beer pong and drank half a bottle of midori so,” she trails off.

“Can you tell him thanks for taking me home?” you sigh.

Yuko pauses, “Yuji didn’t take you home.”

Huh?

“What?” you sit up in bed.

“Babe, Yuji was so drunk he tried to pet a rat in the street, he did not take you home,” she says.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Then who did?”

“Y/N… Fushiguro took you home.”

What?

—

Megumi nurses a drink in his hand as he watches you from across the room. He can’t help the way his chest tightens as he hears you laugh at something Yuji says, your nose scrunching cutely as you let out a bubbly laugh. 

He also can’t help the way his eyes drift down your body, thinking you look cute with your hair done like that. You’re usually wearing baggy sweaters and shorts around the house, he’s never seen this outfit before and he really likes it.

He thinks you look pretty. You always look pretty but this outfit in particular has him short-circuiting like a teenager. 

He thinks back to when he got unnecessarily mad at you over washing his clothes and how he’ll never fucking admit it but they smelled so good. He’s not sure what the hell you used to wash them but they smelled amazing, they smelled like you.

Megumi has to tear his eyes away when his gaze drops to your cute little ass in that mini skirt. He feels like a perv. He lives with you for god sake, he can’t be thinking such things about his roommate. Not when he has to live with you for the next few years. 

Megumi takes a long swig of his drink, attempting to stifle the thoughts with terrible tasting alcohol and pure willpower. 

“Didn’t think I’d ever see Megumi Fushiguro at a party.”

Megumi has to stop himself from rolling his eyes when he hears her voice. 

Hana leans against the wall beside him with a sly grin on her face, her shoulder bumping his. He knows she’s doing it just to annoy him, of course she is. 

“Why’re you talking to me?” Megumi grumbles out, refusing to give her the satisfaction of eye contact as he sips on his drink because he’s gonna need alcohol or a fucking hammer to the head to get him through this interaction.

“Can’t say hi to my ex-boyfriend?” She teases, leaning her head toward him.

Megumi rolls his eyes for real this time, “you’ve said hi.”

“Oh, boo, you’re so not fun,” Hana playfully shoves his shoulder.

Megumi lets out a huffed fake laugh, “I’m really torn up about it.”

Hana talks to him about some random bullshit and Megumi isn’t even listening because he knows she’s drunk and she would be stupid to approach him sober. His eyes are instead glued to you, feeling himself get slightly jealous when Yuji puts a hand on your back to lead to toward the kitchen–

“–and you’re still mad,” Hana slurs. Megumi didn’t hear a word she said up until now.

Megumi side-eyes her, feeling rather annoyed by her incessant nagging, “you done?”

Hana rolls her eyes, “I’m just saying you could at least have a civil conversation.”

Megumi feels his eye twitch, “I think you lose civil-conversation privileges when you– I don’t know– lie and cheat?”

Hana scoffs and Megumi decides he doesn’t want to listen to her bullshit anymore and promptly walks off, shoving his hands in his pockets as he attempts to lose Hana in the crowd. She follows him around like some stupid puppy for a while before growing bored, probably going off to annoy some other poor sucker.

She also seems to lose interest when she notices Megumi simply doesn’t care anymore. She does this sometimes, drunkenly messaging him every few months only for him to promptly block her account without a word. He’s starting to think she’s the one that won’t move on.

Megumi sighs when he steps outside into the backyard, sitting down on the edge of the porch and deciding to look busy by scrolling on his phone. It’s quieter outside, the backyard mostly empty apart from a few people smoking cigarettes and vaping by the back fence.

Megumi Fushiguro is lonely.

Lonely in the sense that after Hana, he became decidedly more stoic and standoffish. She was his first serious girlfriend and he was stupid and naive for so long before Yuji and Nobara pointed out the rather obvious red flags that Megumi was painfully unaware of.

Because he was young and she was a little older, so she had to know better, right?

Maybe he really was too clingy and maybe he really did need to stop asking to hang out all the time. He felt utterly stupid when he found out she was cheating on him. It made sense, he was too clingy, too needy, too much.

Megumi reverted back in on himself for a long time, becoming sad and angry before he just stopped giving a shit.

He did a lot to forget about the anger and pain he felt from Hana.

He slept around to forget about her, becoming reserved and aloof over time. He eventually did get over it because why the fuck was it his fault that she cheated on him?

But the things she made him feel about himself lingered. 

Made him wonder if he really was too needy and clingy to be a good boyfriend. Maybe he wasn’t respectful enough of a person’s space and he needed to stop trying so hard. 

He didn’t go on dates much, everyone always thought he was too mean or rude to ever ask a girl on a date. Sure he slept with girls but they were quick to leave right after with a “yeah, yeah… I can call you if you want?”

If you want.

He just felt embarrassed, letting them gather their clothes and leave his apartment or usher him out of theirs while half-assed promising to text him later. Megumi didn’t know who was using who at that point.

Megumi is shaken from his thoughts when a body almost falls into him. He goes to argue with whoever the fuck can’t watch their step when he sees you.

Your shoes half fall off as you crawl toward the back fence to hurl up everything in your stomach. Megumi quickly slips his phone in his pocket and strides across the lawn toward you. 

You’re totally out of it.

Megumi pulls your hair out of your face as you vomit, tears slipping down your cheeks. Your skirt is riding up and your top is pulled low on your chest. 

“You okay?” Megumi asks softly, maybe one of the very few things he’s ever said to you. He gently adjusts your top, pulling the strap back onto your shoulder and pulling it up a little to cover the lacy material of your bra. You obviously don’t realise you’re compromising yourself and he adjusts himself behind you to cover your skirt as it rides up your thighs.

There are guys who are nudging each other and pointing at you and Megumi’s gaze hardens on them, suddenly feeling agitated.

“M’fine,” you mumble out with a soft sniffle.

Megumi’s heart melts, “why’re you crying?”

You proceed to sniffle and pout while you tell him all about how your roommate is an ass… without realising you’re talking to your roommate.

He thinks it’s cute, finding you so adorably amusing with how animatedly you speak despite being rather drunk and sick. He finds it sad though that it took you being so drunk for him to sum up enough courage to talk to you.

It scared him how you made his heart hammer in his chest, how your mere gaze on him suddenly made him nervous. But he couldn’t stop himself from staring. You were too cute with your dorky little grin as you stood at his front door telling him all about how you were his new roommate. He made a mental note to curse Yuji out for not telling him Yuko’s friend was a pretty girl and not the six foot two fucking pro wrestler guy he made you sound like.

You can’t possibly have any more to throw up, your skin feverish and clammy as your fingers curl into the grass below you. Megumi rubs your shoulder gently before he feels you slump against him, sniffling and tiredly whimpering beside him.

Megumi goes stiff, unsure of what to do with you. 

He should probably take you home.

“M’gonna take you home, okay?” Megumi says, feeling your body go a little more limp as you nod and pout in response.

Megumi easily picks you up, your legs dangling and your head falling against his chest, then he feels like he can’t breathe.

You look so pretty even when your skin flushes a little pale from being so sick and your baby hairs stick to your clammy skin. He carries you around the side of the house to avoid taking you back through the loud ass party.

You don’t make a peep as Megumi sits you in the passenger seat of his car, your head falling against the car window as he pulls your seatbelt over your shoulder, clipping it by your waist. He quickly sends Yuji a message to let him know he’s taking you home, though he doubts Yuji will pay attention to his phone since he seemed to be having a really good time taking shots and singing bad karaoke.

The car ride is silent and all Megumi can think about is what you said.

Maybe he kind of was being an ass to you. He hadn’t made much of an effort to get to know you or make you feel welcome because, in all honesty, you freak him out with how you made him feel without even trying.

So instead, he ignores you.

Pretending he doesn’t notice how your tongue pokes out from between your lips when you’re deep in focus, or how you always wear fuzzy socks around the house when you don’t have classes, or how you do a little jump to reach things on the higher shelves (which makes him melt), or how you still look at him with such kindness despite how piss poor he behaves around you.

Megumi holds you close as he opens your bedroom door, pushing it the rest of the way open to set you down on your bed. Your hair is messy and your clothes are disheveled, a little pout on your cute little lips as you sway slightly. 

You fall back onto your bed, your head hitting the soft pillow. Megumi sighs before sitting on the edge of your bed, large hands reaching to pull your shoes off for you. 

Your feet look like they hurt, little red blisters forming on your heels and toes. He gently pulls your shoes off and sets them down by your bedside table. You sigh with relief at the feeling of having your feet free of their heel prison. 

Megumi breathes softly and just studies you for a moment. It’s dark in your room but he can see the gentle outline of your face and the curve of your cheek. Your room is quiet apart from your soft breaths and Megumi prays you can’t hear his thumping heart. 

Megumi lets his eyes wander, unable to tear his gaze away from the soft lacy hem of your bra peeking over your top. His breath hitches in his throat and he suddenly feels disgusting for wondering if your panties match your bra— He closes his eyes, biting the inside of his lip.

You whine in your sleep, some of your hair falling in front of your face as you squirm. Without thinking, he reaches up and tucks some of your hair behind your ear, thumb brushing over your cheek.

You stir at the feeling and Megumi pulls away, scared he woke you.

“Mm, where’m I?” you slur, eyes still pressed closed.

“You’re home, don’t worry,” Megumi replies softly.

“Mm, okay,” you breathe, “thanks, Yuji…”

Megumi’s heart sinks but his face remains unchanged. Of course you’d think Yuji took you home, he’s your friend. Why would you Megumi do something like that for you?

He pulls away from you with a quiet sigh, “get some sleep, Y/N.”

—

“How do you know he took me home?” You ask, shaking your head slightly as you restock the mini fridge under the counter with milk.

You managed to shake off the hangover after three days of staying curled up in bed drinking water, throwing back ibuprofen and watching kitchen nightmares on your laptop with all the lights off. But now you’re back at work being blinded by the awful fluorescent lights and smelling of burnt coffee.

Yuko presses a button on the coffee machine, “he texted Yuji, told him he was gonna take you home,” Yuko replies, her hands on her hips.

You let out a shaky sigh, eyebrows furrowed in confusion because why would Megumi have taken you home when he seems so perpetually annoyed by you?

And how did he even find you? You remember the smell of the weed in the bathroom and people yelling at you, then you remember stumbling into the backyard like a bumbling fool, then— 

Oh, no.

“I don’t even know where you went, you’re lucky Fushiguro kept an eye on you–”

“No!” You suddenly squeak.

Yuko gives you a dazed look, “what? What happened?”

You press your hands to your face, drawing out a muffled groan because it just fucking dawned on you who held your hair back in the garden that night.

“It was him!”

“What are you talking about? Who?”

“Fushiguro! He held my hair back in the garden! I called him an ass!” you whine.

Yuko pauses for a moment before she just starts laughing, pressing her hand to her mouth to muffle the sound. You look up at her with the most offended look on your face.

You throw a rag at her, “don’t laugh! I was so mean!”

“That’s one way to break the ice,” she giggles, flinching away from you as you playfully swat at her leg with another rag.

“Ozawa…” you whine, “he must be so mad at me.”

“He still took you home after that though? I think you’re overthinking it.”

“He should have left me there in that damp backyard in my own vomit!” you say dramatically. “No wonder he thinks I’m a fucking idiot.”

“I really doubt he thinks that,” Yuko rolls her eyes, becoming sick of this beating-around-the-bush mantra you’ve got going on.  

“I have to pay all the rent for like, a year as an apology.”

“Can you even afford that?”

“No!”

You slug around for the rest of your shift, moping about behind the counter and wishing the ground would just swallow you whole. When the end of your shift rolls around, you feel more and more nervous about going home now that you’ve figured out you called Megumi an ass to his face.

Before you clean the coffee machine, you make a coffee to take home for him since he seems to always drink the coffees you make for him even if he seems annoyed by you interrupting his studying. 

Your hands are shaking as you unlock the front door, holding a cup of hot coffee and a cinnamon bun in a paper back in your other hand. Your heart is in your throat as you push the door open, peeking inside.

You see Megumi from the front door, he’s sitting at his desk in the living room, laptop open and a few notebooks stacked beside him. Classes haven’t even ramped back up yet and he’s already studying.

You kick your shoes off and shuffle down the hall, heartbeat thumping in your ears and suddenly feeling a chill down your spine at the idea of facing your roommate who you insulted.

You clear your throat, “uh, h-hey.”

Megumi has his earbuds in but he notices you standing there in the corner of his eyes. He takes his earbuds out, “you okay?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, “I got you a coffee.”

You place it down beside him. He doesn’t take his eyes off yours.

Your knees feel weak under his steely gaze. You quickly hand him the paper bag, “and a cinnamon bun.”

“Thanks,” he says simply.

There’s a long awkward pause before you huff out a shaky sigh, “listen, Fushiguro– I’m sorry about the other night when I like, threw up everywhere and called you an ass–”

“S’fine,” Megumi replies blankly.

“No, really, I was mean and rude and I didn’t mean it–”

“I know, idiot,” he cuts you off again, “seriously, it’s fine.”

Your lips form a tight line, eyebrows furrowed with worry because it’s not fine. You want to say more but you’re pretty sure Megumi doesn’t want to talk about it anymore. Which is understandable, you’re just happy he hasn’t kicked you out yet.

You toy with your fingers for a moment before you nod awkwardly, shuffling off toward your room. You miss as Megumi watches you leave again, feeling stupid for how bad he is at talking about his feelings.

You avoid Megumi like the plague after that.

You’re so utterly embarrassed by what you said and you can only imagine how mad he is about it but at least he’s doing you a favour by not mentioning it.

You disappear from any room he walks into, slinking by and apologising awkwardly when you take up too much time in the bathroom, or bowing your head and averting your gaze when he walks into the kitchen, you’re embarrassed and you feel awful, and it bothers you that Megumi is so vague and mysterious about how he feels about you, sure he took you home and pulled your dirty shoes off your feet and put you to bed. But he also gives you curt nods and vague responses that leave you wondering whether or not he likes you or just tolerates you. 

Are you friends? Just roommates? Does he like you? Does he hate you? 

You’ve got no earthly idea and the easiest way to survive in such a predicament is to just avoid the very thing that’s causing the problem. 

And Megumi is so damn annoyed by it.

At first it was him who was avoiding you, hiding away in his room so he didn’t have to interact with you and now that he knows you’ve been trying to get him to notice you, he’s been trying to linger around nearby and sort of force the proximity because he has no idea how to approach you like a normal fucking person. 

He reaches things for you on the top shelf when you can’t reach them, he makes sure to take your sweaters out of the washing machine so they don’t shrink, he even sets aside the caramel flavoured coffee pods for you because he knows they’re your favourite. 

He’s bad at all of this. The talking part.

What if you think he’s too needy or too clingy or too much? That would just embarrass him even more than he already is. 

Megumi lets you be, assuming that you’re probably regretting everything you said that night after he so blatantly blew you off when you brought home a coffee for him the other night.

But you talk again when your car doesn’t start.

“Fuck,” you groan, turning your key in the ignition for the third time in the past minute, the engine ticking, ticking, ticking before you give up. You whine and give a half-hearted punch to the steering wheel. 

You knew this would happen eventually. 

Your car is run down and sort of shitty. You have to basically shoulder check the driver’s side door to get it open and you can’t actually open one of the back doors anymore because it refuses to unlock. But you’re broke and the damn thing gets you from A to B, except for today.

It’s raining and your hair is stuck to your head from the mad dash you did from the front door to your car and now it won’t even start. 

You’re basically drenched when you step back inside the front door.

“I thought you left already?” Megumi questions from the kitchen, holding a bowl of cereal in his hand.

“My stupid car won’t– oh,” you cut yourself off when your eyes meet with Megumi clearly fresh out of the shower.

He’s wearing grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips and no shirt, little droplets of water slipping down his broad shoulders and chest from his slightly damp hair. He’s looking at you with a bored expression, waiting for you to continue.

You clear your throat and decide the ceiling is so very interesting, “u-uh, yeah, my car won’t start, ‘m just gonna walk–”

“You’re gonna walk?” Megumi’s eyes narrow.

“I mean I’m poor so,” you give a sheepish laugh.

Megumi rolls his eyes, putting the bowl of cereal down on the counter and turning on his heel to pull his black hoodie off the couch, slipping it over his head.

“We’ll take my car,” he says, grabbing his keys off the side table beside the couch.

Your eyes widen, “huh? What– no, it’s fine–”

“Walking in this weather would be dumb,” Megumi grumbles, “just get in my car, idiot.”

You press your mouth shut and do as you're told, trailing behind him as he picks up his umbrella by the door, holding it over your head as you take the short walk to his car. Megumi holds the umbrella completely over you, the heavy rain completely drenching his left shoulder.

“You’re getting wet,” you point out.

“M’aware,” he retorts without looking at you.

Your shoulder bumps with Megumi’s bicep given the height difference between you. You’ve never been this close to him before, well, at least not sober. You never realised how much taller he is than you, it makes you feel kind of safe.

Megumi unlocks his car and opens the door for you, holding the umbrella completely over you until you’re safe in the passenger seat of his car. You curl your fingers around your tote bag nervously, Megumi getting in the driver’s seat.

“Thank you,” you squeak out.

Megumi starts up his car, his car being one of those ones that has a push button to start instead of a key, “I don’t mind,” he shrugs.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, your heart punching against your chest. You take a breath before you look over at Megumi.

“Do you hate me, Fushiguro?”

The question just hangs there and Megumi feels his heart falter at such a question because no, he doesn’t hate you. Not even a little.

It upsets him that you think he hates you, that you think so little of yourself that you let yourself get torn up over what he thinks of you.

He had no idea he was coming off that way, that you genuinely thought he hated you. 

He opens his mouth to speak but it never comes out. He’s not sure what to say or what to do to make you see that hate is the furthest thing from his mind when it comes to you. But instead, Megumi’s mind is choked with thoughts and it’s so overwhelming that he just clutches the steering wheel and silently drives you to campus. 

He still hasn’t spoken when he parks the car.

The two of you are silent for a moment before he hears you sniffle, his heart snapping in two at the mere sound of it. 

“T-Thank you,” you murmur, quickly pushing the door open and shuffling out before Megumi can protest.

No. Fuck. No, he didn’t mean it like that.

“Y/N, wait,” he gets out of the driver’s side, umbrella clutched in his fist.

You’re holding your tote bag tight to your chest as you walk across the pavement in the pouring fucking rain. 

“Y/N!” Megumi is behind you, his hand curling around your upper arm and stopping you in your tracks.

You pause, turning to face him, eyes glassy and doe-like as you stare up at him, “what is it?” you force out. 

You both hope he says something, anything. He pants, his hair sticking to his face as his steely eyes show the first ounce of emotion you’ve seen from him. 

“Y-You…” Megumi doesn’t stammer, he never does. “Take it,” he holds out the umbrella for you.

A silence hangs between you and you sigh, taking the umbrella from his grasp and opening it above your head, leaving him there in the carpark. 

—

Megumi beat himself up over it for days.

He picks you up that same rainy afternoon, the two of you not uttering a single word to one another other than a ‘hey’ from him and a ‘thank you’ from you. He wants to tell you everything, that he’s really bad at talking about things and that he doesn’t hate you. 

He’s not sure how to prove it to you, the words dying in his throat the moment he shares a room with you for more than five seconds. He’s not sure what to say or how to say it.

Hana always told him he talked too much. Which was crazy because Megumi was a man of very few words. But when the two of them would fight, he was always so adamant at resolving the issue and getting to the root of the problem instead of just letting it hang in the air and choke him.

He sometimes wonders if that’s why she cheated.

You don’t talk to Megumi for a while. Feeling small and embarrassed about asking him such a question when you knew deep down it wasn’t true and you just wanted to hear it from him. 

But it hurt when he didn’t deny your question, when he just stayed silent and let you fuss over it for days. You’ve lost sleep, laying away at night and wondering if you should just talk to him. 

Megumi tries to approach you, he really does. 

He thinks about knocking on your bedroom door late at night but every time he finds himself standing outside, arm held up about to knock, he stops himself and wonders if he even deserves to talk to you. 

If he even deserves to try again. 

“I’m the best you’ll ever have.”

He knew it wasn’t true at face value. He knew Hana wasn’t good for him in the end, but it’s hard to ignore such bitterness coming from someone you used to love. 

“Hey, Yuko,” you greet softly, phone pressed to your ear. “Can I ask a favour?”

“Of course… you okay, Y/N?” Yuko asks slowly, her voice gentle.

You pause, “I just… I need a ride to campus until I can get my car fixed. Would you and Itadori mind if I tagged along? I’ll give you fuel money.”

Yuko pauses this time, “…You didn’t ask Fushiguro?”

You toy with your fingers nervously, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

She hums and nods, “We can take you, Y/N.” 

Yuko knows you well enough to know that something happened. You spoke so timidly and she could tell you were nervously fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater. She would talk to Yuji about it; hopefully he could knock some sense into his best friend. 

It's first thing Monday morning when you emerge from your room with your tote bag over your shoulder and your hair done in a messy claw clip. You look tired, bags forming under your eyes and you make a beeline for the door without even acknowledging Megumi. 

“Do you need a ride?” Megumi sits up straighter on the couch and holds his keys up as if he didn’t set an alarm just to take you to class. 

“Uh, no, thanks. Ozawa and Itadori are taking me,” you say sheepishly, barely offering him a glance. 

Megumi’s heart cracks a little. He wants to say something, tell you he’s sorry and ask if he can please take you to class. But he doesn’t, mouth staying shut as he nods quickly, “right. Okay.” 

You leave without another word, the apartment feeling awful and still without you. Megumi’s leg bounces nervously and his blunt nails scratch at the inside of his knee. He’s anxious and he wants to fix it so desperately but he feels like he’s only making it worse.

“Hey, Y/N,” Yuji greets with a warm smile.

You offer him a half smile before getting in the back seat. Yuko and Yuji share a look with one another before Yuji backs out of the apartment parking lot. There’s an intensity hanging in the air and you just stare out the window with a blank expression, vaguely paying attention to the music on the radio.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Yuji asks softly, eyeing you through the rearview mirror.

“M’fine,” you whisper back, too afraid to trust your voice.

“What happened?” Yuko reaches back between the seats to touch your knee affectionately. 

You shrug, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Yuko pulls her hand away from you and glances at her boyfriend, the two of them making a silent agreement to talk to Fushiguro after dropping you off instead of going to their morning classes.

Yuji slams the door open, nearly sending Megumi flying into the roof with how loud it was, “Fushiguro!”

“The fuck are you yelling for?” Megumi spits, gaze softening slightly after realising Yuko was trailing behind Yuji.

Yuko frowns, “what did you say to Y/N?”

“What?”

“She was upset, Fushiguro,” Yuji crosses his arms, “what did you say to her?”

“Nothing,” Megumi defends quickly.

“Then why is she upset?” Yuko’s brows furrow.

Megumi sighs, “she just asked me if I hated her–”

Yuji cuts him off, “and what did you say?”

Megumi averts his gaze, “nothing.”

“You said what?” Yuko presses.

“I didn’t know what to say–”

“You say, ‘no Y/N, I don’t!’,” Yuji mocks before landing a punch to Megumi’s shoulder, “you upset her, bro.”

“I know,” Megumi grumbles.

“Then why didn’t you apologise?” Yuko asks.

“I didn’t know how,” Megumi dejectedly sighs. “I didn’t expect it.”

“She likes you, man. Like a lot,” Yuji shakes his head, his heart hurting a little at the fact that Megumi looks really torn up about the whole situation too.

There’s a long pause, “can you lie to her?”

“What?” Yuko and Yuji ask in unison.

“Tell her you can’t pick her up,” Megumi adds, “please.”

Yuji and Yuko share another look and Yuko sighs before nodding her head, taking out her phone to tell you that she and Yuji can’t come get you because Yuji’s brother called and needed his help. It’s not a great lie, but you’ll believe it at first glance.

—

Your phone buzzes in the middle of class. You’re tired and you feel like shit and the professor’s monotone voice is boring you half to death. You flip your phone over and read the message from Yuko.

Yuko <3: Hey, Y/N. Choso called and he needs to borrow Yuji’s car, we can’t come get you this afternoon. Sorry hun x

You frown.

Yuko <3: But don’t worry, Fushiguro is coming to get you.

You panic, quickly unlocking your phone to message her back, telling her you’ll get an uber or just walk but you get a message from an unknown number only a second later.

Unknown: I’ll come get you.

You rest your head in your palm and go to message him back telling him it’s fine but the speech bubbles appear and reappear before he sends the message.

Unknown: Please wait.

You let out a shaky breath, your heart pittering loudly in your chest. You zone out for the remainder of the class, nervously chewing on your nails and tapping on the desk. You don’t want to talk to Megumi, you really don’t. At least not while you feel like shit and your thoughts are a huge mess.

You sit on the grass after your lecture, pulling at the blades of grass by your feet while you stare at the ground, teeth nipping anxiously at the inside of your lower lip. You don’t know what Megumi wants to say to you or why he even agreed to pick you up if he was so against talking about whatever the hell was going on between you two.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when a pair of black sneakers intrudes on your line of sight, you know it’s Megumi from the little scuff marks on the edge since they’re so worn out but they’re his favourite pair.

He doesn’t say anything as he stares at you, hands shoved in the pockets off his hoodie like they always are. You wordlessly stand up, pulling your tote bag to your chest and pushing past him without a word.

“Y/N, I–”

You’re too far ahead of him now, making your way to his parked car on the curb. His head hurts and his chest is tight with nerves but he’s quick to unlock the car for you and let you scoot into the passenger seat.

Megumi quickly joins you, turning on the car and just sitting there for a moment, hands tight around the wheel. 

“I–” Megumi feels his throat close up, “I’m sorry.” You feel your eyes glass over but you don’t offer him anything else but he continues, “I don’t hate you, Y/N.”

“S’fine if you do,” you say quietly, “I know I can be annoying and intrusive–”

“–What? You’re not–”

“And I understand if you want me to move out–”

“No, Y/N, I don’t want that–”

You’re rambling now without thinking, “–nd I know you probably need me to move out cus of that girl at the party–”

“What girl?” Now he’s fucking confused.

“And she’s pretty and I saw you talking to her–”

Wait, his ex?

“–Wait, Y/N, that’s not–”

“And I’m sorry I was so drunk–”

“Y/N, stop!” Megumi didn’t mean to yell, but it instantly shuts you up. He peers over at you and you’re crying, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.”

“S’okay,” you sniffle, wiping your tears away.

“No, it’s not… You just wouldn’t shut up,” Megumi makes an attempt at dry humour, letting you know it was a joke by following up with a half-assed breathy laugh.

You just look at him, eyes slightly red.

“I– Fuck,” Megumi curses, knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. 

The two of you stay silent, the only thing either of you hear is your quiet sniffling. Megumi sighs, running a hand through his messy hair before speaking, “...she cheated on me.”

Your eyes widen a little.

“That girl you saw. Yeah, she was my ex but… she cheated on me.”

“...I’m sorry, Fushiguro.”

“Stop calling me that,” he grumbles.

“It’s your name,” you retort.

“I don’t want you to call me Fushiguro,” he presses his eyes shut.

Your lips form a tight line and you just watch him, waiting patiently for him to continue because you can tell he’s trying really hard.

“Can you just call me Megumi,” he sighs. “Please?”

You nod, “okay, Megumi,” you whisper softly.

“...I don’t hate you, Y/N. Not even a little,” his eyes finally meet yours.

“You’re really bad at showing it,” you say with a breathy laugh.

“I know… M’just really–” he stops himself, his hand scrunching against the material over his thigh, “I’m just scared.”

Your heart shatters, a pout pulling at your lip because you feel like you’re about to cry again. You study him for a moment, your heart warming at the sight of Megumi Fushiguro being so utterly soft and nervous.

You hesitate for a moment before you reach your hand over the centre console to stop him from grabbing and pulling at his own thigh. His hand is cold and his palm is rough but it’s him. And you were sitting here thinking you needed his comfort when really he needed yours.

He flinches at the gentleness of your touch, your hand is smaller than his but it’s so soft and warm. 

He lets you wrap your fingers around the back of his hand, lets you roll his hand over and press your palm to his. It’s comforting and it’s sweet.

“You don’t need to be scared, Gumi.”

His heart flutters at the nickname and his steely blue eyes nervously meet yours. He nods his head slowly and you smile.

“Feel better?” You ask softly.

Megumi holds your hand in his, eyes still searching yours before they flicker down to your lips briefly. You catch the quick movement and your body reacts without any input from your brain, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

“Gumi?”

Megumi doesn’t need much more motivation than that and his other hand lets go of the wheel to reach over and cup your warm cheek. Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes flicker between his nervously. His eyes are half-lidded, nose grazing yours and your hand squeezes tight around his.

“S’okay,” he coos softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “M’gonna kiss you.”

Your heart is in your throat and you start overthinking it, thinking back to the maybe handful of times a boy has kissed you, but never a man, never someone like Megumi.

You nod your head quickly and a smile tugs at the corner of Megumi’s lip because you’re so fucking cute.

You feel the world melt away when Megumi’s breath fans across your lips, his hand coming to cup the back of your head, guiding you to tilt your head slightly as he finally, finally, closes the distance between you, his slightly chapped lips meeting yours.

You melt into his warmth, one hand nervously holding his while the other has a death grip on the strap of your tote bag. 

His lips move against yours, becoming a little more feverish and needy when you let out a soft whine. He feels himself go feral, wanting to drag you into the back seat and take you in this stupid parking lot where everyone can see.

But instead he takes it slow, pressing your lips against his and his hand tangling in your soft hair. You’re nervous and a little inexperienced, he can tell but it only drives him more insane.

He pulls away only a fraction, a cheeky smile pulling at his lips when he realises your lips chase his, your other hand coming to curl around his hoodie sleeve to bring him closer.

“Wasn’t so bad?” Megumi whispers.

You have the most innocent little look on your face, “does that mean you like me?”

Megumi can only chuckle softly at how damn cute you are, “I don’t just kiss any girl like that, Y/N.”

You nod timidly, “m’kay, Gumi.”

Megumi wants to kiss you again but refrains because he knows he’ll want to do other things to you with how you utter the nickname with such innocence, but you’re in a parking lot on your college campus and there are about fifty people that have walked by in the past ten minutes.

But when you get home?

“Megumi–” your hands are clutching the front of his hoodie as he kisses the side of your cheek, then your temple, then above your eyebrow, “wait a second.”

“S-Sorry,” he mutters against your warm skin. 

You’ve barely got one foot in the door and Megumi already has you pinned against the wall in the hallway, a large hand cupping your head while the other rests on your waist. He pants softly, lips itching to kiss you and kiss you hard.

“I’m sorry too,” you say breathlessly. “For not seeing.”

Megumi shakes his head, “you don’t need to be sorry.”

“But I am,” you murmur, “you’re really bad at talking about your feelings but I should have been more observant.”

“S’okay, Y/N,” he rests his forehead against yours, “m’just glad you let me pick you up.”

“I thought about just walking,” you giggle, “letting you grovel for a little longer.”

“That’s not very nice.”

“I’m glad I didn’t.”

“I’m glad you didn’t either,” he smiles softly, running the pad of his thumb along your cheek.

You fall silent, hands just holding onto his hoodie while he presses feather-light kisses to your face. You suddenly feel nervous when you feel a certain stiffness against your thigh.

“...Do you want to–”

“I’m a virgin.”

Megumi pulls away from you, “W-What?”

“You were gonna ask if we could… y’know,” your eyes shift away from him, “I panicked.”

Megumi laughs, like actually, laughs at that.

“Don’t laugh,” you playfully punch his shoulder, your bottom lip sticking out in a pout. “A lot of people are still virgins in college.”

“M’not laughing at that,” he grins. “You’re just… you’re really cute.”

You feel your face heat at that, “stop it.”

“M’serious.”

“You’re always serious.”

“Whatever.”

You giggle softly, letting him press a soft peck to your lips.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to watch a movie,” Megumi lies through his teeth, liking the way you flush and stammer at outing yourself. 

“Oh,” you say quietly. 

“Why ‘oh’?” He teases.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, brows knit.

“What?” he presses with a shit-eating grin. 

“Nothing,” you retort.

“...Did you want to have sex?”

Your heart drops, eyes widening slightly because yes, you do want to have sex with Megumi. You’d never really thought much about sex until him. Never thought you’d want a guy to manhandle you or put his hands all over your body until Megumi.

“Can we?” you ask timidly.

Megumi feels a pang in his heart because you’re so fucking cute he might pass away. He smiles before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “if you want to.”

“But do you want to?”

Megumi doesn’t need to think very hard about that one.

“I’ve wanted you in my bed since I first met you, Y/N.”

You breathe hard, your heart racing in your chest and you’re sure it’s loud enough for Megumi to hear how fucking nervous yet turned on you are. Your eyes fall to his lips again, revelling in the feeling of his breath fanning over your lips.

You press up on your tiptoes, Megumi’s head slowly tilting and following you, wondering what you’re doing. Your soft lips graze the shell of his ear and you smile cheekily, about to fucking out yourself with the last of your confidence. 

“Fuck me then.”

Megumi slams you against the wall, arms caging your body as he presses his lips hard against yours. The kiss is needy and feverish, a mess of clashing teeth and wandering hands. Megumi’s hand cups the back of your head, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss.

His tongue presses against your lips before sliding into your mouth, earning a soft whine from your throat that you didn’t mean to sound so desperate. Your fists curl around the material of his hoodie, pulling Megumi impossibly closer.

Megumi’s free hand drops from your waist to your hip, squeezing your skin. His other hand drops from your head to curl over your hips and grope your ass. Both of his hands cup your ass, kneading the soft flesh and earning a soft mewl from your throat.

“You sound so pretty, baby,” Megumi mutters against your lips, his messy hair tickling your forehead. You want to moan and whine at the nickname but instead you kiss him again.

You’ve got the hang of this kissing thing but you still have no fucking idea where to put your hands without making him uncomfortable– as if his hands aren’t groping your ass.

Megumi pulls away slightly breathless, “you wanna stop?”

“No,” you shake your head quickly, “no, I don’t wanna stop.”

Megumi grins, kissing your cheek, “okay, sweet girl.”

Megumi leads you to his bedroom, his hand never leaving yours and your other hand never letting go of his hoodie sleeve. He pushes his bedroom door open, his lips on your instantly as he backs you up to his bed. The backs of your thighs hit his mattress and you fall backward, bringing Megumi with you. 

Megumi chuckles softly against your lips before kissing the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the underside of your jaw, then your neck. His hand paws at the bottom hem of your sweater, his fingers slipping underneath to ghost over the skin of your bare tummy. 

“M’gonna take it off, okay?” 

You nod sheepishly, “okay.”

“You tell me if you want me to stop,” he breathes.

“I will, Gumi,” you reply with a whisper, kissing the tip of his nose.

Megumi grins affectionately before his hands grip the bottom of your sweater, pulling it up slightly. Your breath hitches in your throat and he slowly pulls your sweater upward and over your tits. You’re not wearing a shirt, just a lacy black bra, just like the one he got a peek of at the party.

“Pretty,” Megumi murmurs, pressing a kiss to your chest, right between your collarbones. 

Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him against your hot skin as he peppers kisses across your chest, finally pulling your sweater over your head and tossing it aside. You’re left in your pretty bra and a short little skirt that finished above your mid thigh. 

God how he wants to bite and suck on your pretty plush thighs.

His hand snakes underneath you, fingers fiddling with your bra clasp at your back. Your breathing quickens and Megumi kisses your cheek, “s’okay… m’here.”

He unclasps your bra, the cups loosening around your tits and the straps going slack on your shoulders. His fingers ghost over your shoulder as he pulls the strap down your shoulder, pressing soft kisses in his wake.

“C-Can you go faster?” You whine, your voice quiet.

Megumi chuckles, lifting his head to peer up at you, pupils blown wide, “am I going to slow for you, pretty girl?”

You bite your lip, “mhm.”

Megumi lifts his thigh, pressing it between your legs to where you desperately want him. You whine when he presses his strong thigh against your clothed heat, your skirt bunching up at your waist. Your skin feels hot and you feel a wetness pooling in your panties, making your face flush with embarrassment at your own neediness.

“I’ve thought about this,” Megumi whispers, pulling your bra cup down, his large hand cupping your plush breast. “A lot.”

You moan softly, your nipples hardening under the cold chill of the air in his room.

“Thought about what you’d sound like.”

He lowers his head slightly, pressing long, wet kisses to your pretty nipples. Your hand tangles in his hair, pressing him down and forcing him to nip and suck at the soft skin.

“Thought about how you’d look.”

You roll your hips involuntarily against his strong thigh, feeling the friction against your poor little clit. You moan underneath him, your heart racing as he lowers his head to kiss down your tummy to the hem of your skirt.

“Thought about how you’d taste.”

You suddenly let out a surprised gasp when Megumi pulls your lower body off the bed, your hands curling into his bedsheets for support. You peer down at him, your heart in your throat at the sight of Megumi between your legs, his fingers curling underneath the waistband of your skirt and pulling.

He drops the material on the floor, his large hands curling underneath your thighs and pulling them apart, “w-wait, Gumi.”

He presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, “what is it, princess?”

“W-What are you doing?”

Megumi smiles against the inside of your thigh, “m’gonna eat your pretty pussy.”

Your hands curl into the sheets and you feel a glob of arousal seep from your cunt. If this is how fucked up he gets you just from kissing you, how the hell are you going to hold up with his tongue inside you?

“You okay with that?”

You nod your head quickly without thinking, a thin sheen of sweat already coating your skin. “P-Please–”

Megumi chuckles softly at how damn cute you are, his fingers hooking under the sides of your panties, pulling them down your legs. They’re covered in your arousal, your pretty pussy glistening under the warm glow of the setting sun.

God he wishes he could take a picture.

“G-Gumi?” You peer down at him, “s-stop staring.”

Megumi pulls your thighs over his shoulders, his hair tickling the insides of your spread legs, “sorry, sweet girl, she’s just s’pretty.”

You let out an involuntary moan when he presses a kiss to your swollen clit, the sudden attention sending a jolt of pleasure through your tummy. You want to slam your thighs closed, your body desperate for friction. 

“Don’t tease me,” you whine. “Please–”

Megumi’s fingers curl into your thighs, pulling them apart further and forcing your pussy lips open to press the flat of his tongue against your awaiting clit. 

“M-Megumi–”

You throw your head back against the bed, one of your hands pressing against the back of his head, forcing him closer to your pussy. No one has ever touched you like this, no one has ever put their mouth on you, no one has ever seen your pretty pussy and you couldn’t think of anyone better than Megumi Fushiguro to be the one to tongue-fuck you right now.

“You ever masturbated, baby?”

You whine, “a-are you teasing me or something?”

He smiles against your clit, tongue dipping down to lap up your slick, “maybe a little. I just wanna know if you’ve ever had something inside you.” His thumbs spread you open, his tongue flicking against your clit and making you whine even louder. “Shh, baby, we have neighbours.”

You don’t give a fuck right now.

“I’ve masturbated b-before,” you say after a hard huff, you feel fucking breathless.

“Oh, yeah?” Megumi presses his tongue against your little hole, lewdly slurping up the insane amount of arousal leaking from you. “You should show me.”

“No!” you whine, “so embarrassing.”

“I think it’d be hot,” the tip of his middle finger presses against your hole. “Maybe some other time.”

You cry out, hands gripping the sheets when Megumi presses the tip of his middle finger into your cunt. His fingers are thicker than yours and you can only imagine so much longer, able to press against parts of you you’ve never reached before. 

“Gumi–” you pant, “m-more.”

“More?” He raises a brow at you.

“Please, please–”

“You’re so cute.”

“Shut up!” you whimper, “js’ touch me–” Megumi can’t deny you, not when you sound so fucking gorgeous and you taste like fucking heaven. 

He presses his finger into you, twisting his hand around and curling his finger inside you. You want to cry, your eyes screwed shut and your belly burning. He fucks his finger into you slowly, his tongue lapping and sucking your clit while your thighs press against his head.

“Gonna add another one, okay, baby?”

You nod your head desperately and he smiles cheekily, pressing a second finger into you to stretch you open. You throw your head back at the delicious stretch, your slick coating Megumi’s fingers and dripping down his wrist.

Megumi feels your thighs pressing together harder and he forces your thigh down with his free hand, your knee almost hitting your chest with how he pins it down. He’s spreading you open, tongue flicking against your clit and fingers curling against your gummy walls.

“Gumi– m’gonna–” you feel your tummy burn and you’re so fucking embarrassed that you’re about to cum from just having two fingers inside you. You start to pant, hands tangling in his hair as lewd slurping and squelches fill his room.

“S’okay, baby. Cum on my mouth,” he groans against you, his cock rock hard from feeling your hips grind against his face. You might be a virgin but your body knows what it wants as you rut against his tongue and your legs shake.

Megumi suddenly shakes his head over your clit, his mouth covered in your slick and you just cum. It crashes into you like a fucking train and you whine and moan against the back of your hand as Megumi fucks his fingers into your sopping cunt, your hole spasming and clenching down on his fingers.

He scissors and curls his fingers inside you, fucking you through your orgasm and feeling a sense of pride but also getting a huge fucking ego boost that he’s the first man to ever make you cum.

Your chest is heaving up and down, your vision cloudy and your mind feeling fuzzy as you come back down from your high. Megumi pulls his fingers out of you, kissing the inside of your thigh and lapping up the mess you made all over yourself.

You sit up on your elbows, face flushed and hair dishevelled as you peer down at Megumi. You suddenly feel immensely embarrassed that he was just between your legs, his tongue flicking over your clit and his fingers deep inside you.

“Fuck, you taste better than I imagined,” Megumi licks his fingers clean while holding eye contact with you. 

You whine and flop back onto the bed, earning a soft chuckle from Megumi as he gets to his feet, attempting to find a towel or old shirt somewhere.

“Where are you going?” You ask timidly.

“M’gonna clean you up, don’t worry, I won’t go,” he replies, quickly pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“But…” your eyes flicker to the obvious bulge in his pants.

“Hm?” He follows your gaze. “Oh, m’okay, princess. It’s not about me anyway.”

“But, I want to–”

“S’okay, Y/N,” he lifts your hand, kissing your knuckles softly, “you can try some other time.”

“...Do you not want to?”

He grins, “course I want to.”

“Then let me,” you whine, pulling him closer to you. “Please.”

Megumi ponders it for a moment. He doesn’t want to frighten you and he’s so fucking scared of losing control and just bending you over and fucking your brains out. But the way you look at him with your pretty wide eyes and your hands gripping his thighs as he stands between your legs– 

How could he say no?

“You want to, baby?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay… we’ll go slow,” he urges, petting your hair gently. 

You’re so fucking eager to please him that it makes him weak. Your post-orgasm body is shaky as you reach for the zipper of his pants, your fingertips grazing against the sensitive bulge. He groans softly, hand petting your head as he lets you figure it out, slowly unzipping his pants and pulling them down a little.

There’s a dark wet patch on his boxers, he’s so fucking turned on by your pretty sounds and your intoxicating taste that his cock is leaking and begging for attention.

“S’big,” you whisper, eyes widening.

And he hasn’t even pulled his cock out of his boxers.

He chuckles, “you flatter me, pretty.”

“N-No, really,” your pretty eyes meet his. “Is it gonna fit in my mouth?”

Holy fucking shit. 

He was thinking you were just going to give him a handjob and now you’re asking if he can fit in your mouth.

Megumi runs a hand through his hair, “fuck you drive me crazy.”

“I-I thought you wanted me to–”

“Baby. You can do whatever you want to me.”

Your eyes blow wide and you just about sparkle with anticipation, “then… can I suck your dick?”

Someone kill him and put him to rest because you’re about to be the death of him.

“Fuck yeah you can, baby.”

Megumi has to help you pull his cock from his boxers and your eyes just about bulge out of your head at the size of him. He’s long and thick and the tip is a pretty pink colour. It’s heavy too, almost too heavy to hold itself up.

He sits down on the bed and you get on your knees in front of him. He strips his hoodie off, his abs flexing as he leans back on his elbows, just watching you.

You bite your lip, suddenly intimidated.

“S’okay… just take it slow.”

You nod your head before your hand wraps around the base. Megumi suddenly groans and you pull away with a fright, “s-sorry!”

“No, no, baby–” he chuckles breathily. “Js’ a lot to take in having a pretty girl with her hands on my cock.”

You look away shyly and Megumi laughs, reaching out to cup your jaw, forcing you to look back at him. He sits up, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. You taste the remains of your orgasm on his tongue, pressing your thighs together as you feel yourself become a little aroused again.

He kisses you deeper, reaching his free hand out to cup your own, guiding you toward his hard neglected cock. “You can touch me, baby.”

Your hand wraps around the base and you squeeze softly, earning a groan from your pretty roommate. He guides your hand up and down and it’s painfully fucking slow but he’s just happy to have your hands on him.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs. “Doin’ so good.”

You beam at the praise, pressing your thumb against the leaky slit of his pretty cock head. Megumi groans, leaning back on his elbows and tipping his head back. You continue the motion, eyes gleaming with pride and innocence as you just watch him fuck your hand.

His hips jerk up, his cock pulsing in your hand.

You suddenly feel the urge to press your lips to his tip and when you do, Megumi nearly cums like a fucking teenager. 

“F-Fuck,” he grunts, his hand unintentionally pulling your hair, forcing out a pretty moan from your lips. 

You take the tip in your mouth, your tongue flattening against the head. You wonder if you’re doing it right but the way Megumi groans and his hand pushes your head further down his length, you think you’re doing a pretty good job.

“Such a good girl,” Megumi sighs, “feels s’good.”

You moan at the praise, taking a little more of his length down your throat. Your hands are squeezing his thighs, nails scraping against the taut skin and Megumi is doing everything in his power to not fuck his cock down your throat.

You start to drool, saliva slipping down your chin and coating his pretty cock. You suddenly gag on his cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat. 

“F-Fuck,” Megumi feels his cock twitch at the cute fucking sounds you’re making. Your eyes are glassy, and you’ve got drool dripping down your chin and your cheeks are flushed so pretty. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby.”

You pump the base of his cock, your tongue clumsily swirling around his tip, eyes glued to him as you watch for his reactions. Megumi suddenly sucks in a breath and pulls your mouth off his tip with a quiet pop! quickly pumping his cock.

Hot ropes of sticky cum spill across your lips and face, Megumi tipping his head back with a deep groan, squeezing the base of his cock as it twitches and jumps.

“Fuck– you sure you’ve never sucked dick before– Oh, fuck.”

Megumi’s eyes dilate at the sight of his cum painting your pretty little face, your fingers swiping at the ropes of cum before you push them into your mouth, tasting him. 

“I do good?”

Megumi laughs breathlessly, “you did so good, baby girl.”

Megumi is quick to clean you up, using an old shirt to wipe the cum off your face while you sit there all pretty on your knees in front of him. He presses kisses to your face and your hair before pulling you into bed beside him, his fingertips tracing over your shoulder as you lay your head on his chest.

“You mean what you said?”

“Hm?”

“You like me?” You ask sweetly, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

Megumi sits up a bit, “I like-like you.”

“Wow. That’s a big call, Fushiguro.”

Megumi chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “remember it’s Megumi.”

“Gumi?”

“I like that too.”

“Mm, Megs?”

“Don’t push it.”

You giggle softly, curling into his side with a wide smile.

Megumi takes you to work and campus every day after that night, his hand always in yours when he walks you to class and he likes to pretend it annoys him how you wrap your hand around his arm and how you squeal his name when you see him after class.

When in reality, Megumi couldn’t be happier. In a twisted way, he’s glad you asked him if he hated you, because he was able to summon the courage to tell you the truth.

That he didn’t hate you. Not even a little.

author's note: the way i been pulling all nighters for DAYS. i was about to kill these two I TELL YOU JUST MAKE OUT PLS I CANT–

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[kamitv]

Nerd!Nanami who whispers filthy praises into your ear while you’re sitting in his lap and his fingers are curling deep up into your cunt.

He’s got his glasses on but they’re sitting center on the bridge of his sharp nose, allowing them to slide down slowly since he’s too distracted with you to push them up like normal.

You’re facing him and your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, legs spread nice and pretty over his lap while he drives his thick veiny fingers up into your leaky hole. With every moan you let out into his ear, his cock bulges harder against his tight tan slacks.

Rolling his hips up slightly in an attempt of getting some friction, Nanami’s all in your ear whispering to you. “So wet f’me ‘n I’ve barely even touched you all day. Did you miss my fingers that much, sweetheart?” He talks as if you weren’t dry humping him less than twenty minutes prior to this…

Even so, you nod and your lips graze his ear. “Uhuh,” You babble, feeling his fingertips curve right against your g-spot before rubbing against it genteelly.

“Words, pretty girl. Talk to me.” Nanami hushes out to you while dragging his fingers outwards slowly before plunging them right back in and listening to the gorgeous squelch that rings out from your pussy.

Your arms cage his neck all the more tighter and your hips jerk forwards. “Fuck. You w-were busy with work all day Ken’, hnngh… couldn’t s-stop thinkin’ about your hands ‘n how much I—oh fuuck, I m-missed them.”

His lips curve into a knowing smile and he has to adjust his legs below you slightly to stop himself from snatching his fingers out of you and bouncing you up ‘n down his cock for that entire statement alone. Nanami loves it when you talk while he pleases you, he loves the way your words come out all pitched and full of pleasure, just can’t get enough of it.

“Is that so?” He hums simply with a tortuous swivel of his two fingers against your walls that has your legs caging around his thighs tightly. “Did you touch yourself to those thoughts too? Hm?” Nanami’s voice has you dripping all down the skin of his hand, your slick shiny against his wrist as it drips off of him and right over his bulge.

You drop your head into the crook of his neck and roll your hips forward in an attempt of riding the fingers he’s fucking you with. “N-No but, I wanted to.” You admit honestly.

Nanami suppresses a groan. He can only imagine how needy you were for him, probably squeezing your thighs together all day just because you missed him. “Aw,” Nanami coos deeply in that smooth honey-coated baritone of his, “You should’ve done it and then sent me a video. I would’ve stopped working and came to help you, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitches at the thought alone and you immediately start lifting your hips to escape the overwhelming rush of pleasure, to which Nanami places his other hand on your waist and keeps you in place.

“Stay still, pretty girl. Lemme take care of you,” He’s whispering to you again, digging his fingers in and out and in and out while slipping his thumb up and rolling circles over your twitching clit. “Don’t run when y’know she missed me this much. S’not nice.”

“Kento,” You whine in a desperate tone before sliding one of your hands down to hold his wet wrist.

Nanami only increases the pace of his fingers at the sound of your wines, allowing the slicks of your pussy to overtake your small noises rather quickly. Then, he turns his head and kisses at your neck just as you lift and toss your head back. Sucking on your skin, staring up at you intimately, fucking his fingers you adore so much deeper inside you—Nanami makes it so very clear that he just loves pleasing you like this.

“After this,” He speaks hotly into your skin and he can feel your cunt pulsing and clenching around him with every word. “If you help me finish my paper within’ thirty minutes, I’ll fuck you all night jus’ like you want me to.” As his little challenge leaves him, you’re making a mess of his two fingers.

Gasping, “Mmnh, really?” Which only makes him smile because he knows damn well he’s going to do that regardless of the paper he has due tonight.

“Really.” Nanami confirms.

Hell, he’ll fuck you while he completes the damn paper if he has to…

He’s practically picturing it now—having you bent over his work desk, rolling his hips firmly into yours and driving his fat cock in and out of your sopping walls while he simultaneously reaches over to your side and messily writes or types out what he needs to.

Your moans and soft whimpers of his name would be distracting, sure. But Nanami’s pretty sure he can fill you and his paper up at the same time with no problems…