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Why the heck does mulder know what so many random things taste like?
In the episode small potatoes he gets dust in his mouth and immediately recognizes it as quicklime. Why does he know what quicklime tastes like? Have you tasted quicklime? I haven't.
He also knows what digitalis extract tastes like, the episode with the evil twins kinda had a whole scene hinge on that.
I'm sure there's more, like absolutely sure, feel free to add whatever weird things Mulder's apparently tasted if you think of something.
There's something deeply wrong with this man, I love him really but... why does he put everything in his mouth???
#the x files#txf#x files#mulder#agent mulder#fox mulder#Mr. puts everything in his mouth#scully has not questioned this yet#but there's like 7 more seasons
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TMZ by Weird Al is so Mr. Frog (S1/E2) coded
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#smiling friends#mr frog#mr frog smiling friends#TMZ#Weird al#alpocalypse#this is more hilarious when you remember Mr. Frog put a TMZ reporter in his mouth#Mr. Frog#the mr frog show#EVERYTHING HE DOES IS PICKED UP BY THE MEDIA#HE's ON TMZ#âWeird Alâ Yankovic#THIS SONG WAS IN MY HEAD ALL DAY#Sf#frog#Weird Al Yankovic#Youtube
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â YOUR BEST EATER ! â (MHA EDITION)
ê„ summary: rating how well mha men would eat you out ! (this is canon cause i said so)
ê„ includes: keigo takami, mirio togata, touya todoroki, shota aizawa, katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari, enji todoroki
ê„ warnings: dom/sub implications, oral f!recieving, dirty talk, crack ofc this is for fun, slander (sorry lol), black!reader as always, timeskip chargebolt and dynamight
KEIGO TAKAMI - âŸïž/10
â heâs a REAL eater.
â you have to cry and beg for him to pop his mouth off you because he has an addiction
â he thinks you taste so good
â thereâs not one morning his head doesnât end up between your thighs
â and at events, heâll find a way to pull you to the nearest bathroom and get a quick one out because you just looked too good
â he loves having you sit on his face
â âimma eat it. AHHHHHâ
â he doesnât care if you just got off of work or if youâre tired he needs your pussy on his tongue stat.
â heâs such a slut.
âplease- âs too much~!â
âcâmon i know you got one more, i got you~â
TOUYA TODOROKI - 3/10
â you thought he was an eaterâŠ?
â youâre funny.
â yeah unfortunately mr. long dick over here doesnât like eating pussy
â his ego is bigger than his dick
â however,
â on the rare occasion that heâs feeling extra nice, heâll do more than plunge his fingers into you before he makes you take him from the back
âo-oh~..!â
âcouldnât help myselfâŠtoo fuckinâ wetâŠâ
ENJI TODORKI - 0/10
â like father like son (heâs much worse)
â heâs not particularly aâŠ. giver
â heâs a meanie heâd rather manhandle you instead
â he donât even like his wife and kids so what makes you think he likes you enough to eat you out
â besidesâŠ.even if he triedâŠit wouldnât beâŠwellâŠgood.
â heâs too rough he might bite your shit i donât know pookie
â if you beg him enough heâll do it for like a split second
â you immediately regret your decision
â help him.
âwait- itâs ok itâs o-ok. nevermindâŠâ
âwhatâs wrong?â
SHOTA AIZAWA - 7/10
â he likes to pretend he doesnât like giving head
â but you catch him on one of those daysâŠ.
â he becomes a different man
â and heâs mean with it, too
â your thighs will have bruises from the way he forces your legs open
â he likes eating you out before just because he feels satisfied having you weak before he even fucks you
â heâll edge you and tease you just to have you begging him to cum
âstay fuckinâ still, or youâre not cumminâ. understand?â
MIRIO TOGATA - 10/10
â yes iâm sneaking my man in here. i do not care.
â heâs a certified munch yâall hate to say it
â he gets it from fatgum.
â (i would put him in here but then imma get nasty)
â please just sit on his face and give him three minutes you will be dripping before he even puts it in
â he massages your thighs and kisses your clit âcause he really is just so in love with you
â not only will he shove his head between your thighs before he fucks you just to get a quick taste
â heâll clean you up after he fucks you, tastes himself and you
â heâs a huge giver
â please marry him
âsuch a pretty pussy, babyâŠâm gonna clean you right up~â
BAKUGOU KATSUKI - 9/10
â oh give him five minutes
â put him between your legs and heâs done for
â heâs a nasty FREAK and he cannot hide it in this predicament.
â he swears up and down ïżœïżœhe doesnât eat pussyâ to all his friends and every girl who brings it up
â but if itâs his baby? someone heâs really into?
â you see a completely different side of him
â and he makes everything so messy
â heâs so focused when he does it and when he looks up at you⊠you are done for
â he can make you cum quick to get you wet enough to just slip inâ then he gets right to business
âkats~âŠâ
âtaste so goodâŠso fucking good..â
DENKI KAMINARI - 11/10
â yâall thought i wasnât gonna put him here?
â he refers to himself as an eater
â he has no shame
â heâll eat it in the morning, for lunch, after dinner, for dessert- he really doesnât care
â he definitely can get off just from giving you head
â the feeling of you dripping down his chin and the sound of your moans is enough to get him up
â you will be orgasming more than once
â and he can go on for hours if he really wanted to
âmy messy babyâŠyou sound so pretty~
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#bakugou x black reader#bakugou smut#bakugou katsuki x black reader#shota aizawa#aizawa x reader#aizawa x black reader#shouta aizawa x reader#dabi x reader#todoroki x black reader#dabi x black reader#togata mirio#mirio x reader#mirio x black reader#hawks x black!reader#keigo takami#keigo x reader#hawks x reader#hawks smut#bnha keigo#keigo takami x reader#keigo takami x black reader#touya todoroki#touya todoroki x reader#touya todoroki x black reader#hawks x black reader smut#aizawa x black reader smut#denki kaminari x reader#denki kaminari#denki x black reader#denki smut
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Wedded Bliss
Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader
Summary: The marriage was arranged, and the sex is deranged. Bucky is so obsessed with your pussy that he almost forgets heâs meant to be faking this whole thingâand hating it, like sworn enemies are supposed to do.
Warnings: 18+. Dubcon. Corruption kink. Virginity loss. Arranged marriage between enemies. Brat taming. Breeding kink. Beefy, mob boss Bucky devolving into a fall-to-his-knees-just-to-fuck-you kind of horny mess.
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You kissed him and wished him dead in the same breath. You said âI doâ and meant âI donât,â exchanged your vows like your own last rites, and felt him slip the ring on your finger as if heâd just tightened a noose around your neck.
You didnât want to be a bride, and you sure as hell didnât want to be the bride to Mr. James Buchanan Barnes.
Frankly, you were mortified.
And terrified, too, now that you knew your groom might actually kill you in the kitchen of your honeymoon suite.
âHave you lost your fucking mind?!â
âI walked down the aisle, didnât I?â
Another plate went crashing on the wall behind your husbandâs head just as he managed to duck. He side-stepped a spray of porcelain and glass and probably crushed several hundred shards beneath his polished black oxfords when he walkedâstalkedâover to you.
Youâd just reared back to hurl a serving plate at his face when you found your speed swiftly outmatched. Bucky had your elbow gripped between his forefinger and thumb in less than a second, and, pinching the bone like he might readily break it, he said, even as always,
âPut it down.â
You did as he told you and dropped the platter to the floor with a crash.
Rather than berate you for the broken chinaâor the four other pieces before itâyour husband only smiled.
âAre we done?â
Hell, you wanted to be. Slide over a pen and a one-way plane ticket to someplace in BFE, and youâd be signing those divorce papers in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, your dear husband was just referring to the temper tantrum.
You werenât totally sure if you were finished on that front, so you looked him up and down and shrugged.
âNow darlingââ he started.
âDonât call me that.â
âLight of my lifeââ
âIâll kill you.â
Your cool, level-headed groom took each gibe like it was his sworn duty, and only when he yanked your wrists behind your back and shoved you toward the bedroom door did you sense that he might not be too pleased with your behavior.
Your knees struck the edge of the California King at the center of the room, and before you could will yourself not to fall face-first, Bucky nudged you hard again.
Still pinning your hands behind you, he followed your collapse on the bed and leaned over your prone body.
His breaths were hot on your ear; you could tell he was smiling as he started to hike your dress up your legs.
âItâs all part of the deal, doll.â
You wriggled under his hold and tried to angle yourself better to see him, hoping heâd see your scowl.
âThe deal was to get married,â you reminded him.
âMhmm,â Bucky hummed, just then starting to trail a finger up the uncovered skin of your calf with his other hand, âAnd what is it that married people do?â
You kicked your foot reflexively, paused, then said,
âFight. Constantly. Probably resent each other for the better part of two decades before we finally decide that âmaking it workâ for the kids isnât worth it at all, and I claim half of everything you own in a bitter divorce.â
That earned a chuckle from Bucky. He kept his roaming hand brushing up the back of your thigh and squeezed the flesh just below the swell of your rear.
âDonât worry, my lawyer drafted a pretty good prenup.â
You opened your mouth to speak, but then he was tracing the contour of your ass with his palm, and you cut yourself short. Bucky carried on, careless as ever.
âBut the kids you mentioned,â he said, âHow are we supposed to get those?â
You pursed your lips and tried hard not to move when his fingers drifted inwardâyou wouldnât give him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm. The bottom of your dress was bunched around your hips now, leaving you sorely exposed. Had your bridesmaids not thrust that stupid white lingerie set upon you hours before the wedding, you probably wouldâve chosen something a little more modest than a thong. But here you were.
At least the sight seemed appealing to your husband, whose eyes hadnât left you once while his hands grew even hungrier to feel your warmth.
âIâm hoping a sperm donor or one of your double-crossing mobster friends will knock me up, honestly,â you said, feigning enthusiasm at the thought.
A tart slap delivered to your ass told you that Bucky hadnât found that funny. After, he started kneading the skin a bit harder.
âNo shot,â he shook his head, suddenly gliding his fingers down closer to your core and waiting for you to say something in protest, âOnly one thatâs gonna be pumping this thing full of babies is me, I promise.â
It was like he wanted your retaliation, whether that be by a thinly veiled look of disgust or a reactionary jab of your own. You werenât keen on fulfilling any wish of his, but at this point, you felt you had no other choice. When you sensed he was distracted by the newly-discovered heat between your legs and had loosened his grip on your wrists, you flipped yourself over on the bed. Shoved at his chest before he knew what to do with himself.
Of course, the push didnât send him far, but it was enough to get his attentionâand his hands off of you.
âIâm not having your babies, Barnes! I am never going to fuck you, no matter how long we stay fake married,â you spat.
At that, Bucky just raised his eyebrows and wet his lips. You were cramming your wedding dress back into place, glaring at him the whole time, and were scarcely more aware of the bright, teeming city outside the window than you were of your husbandâs own growing erection.
Finally, youâd said it. His new wife wouldnât fuck him. The sound of your resistance was almost a pleasure unto itself, and the longer you stared at Bucky with growing contempt and resolve not to do that thing, the more determined he became to make it happen.
Cat-and-mouse games had long been a staple in his life, and he was pleased to see them carry into his marriage as well. Surely if heâd triumphed in every pursuit for the last twenty yearsâfacing the likes of some seriously execrable bandits and racketeersâhe could take on a bratty woman less than half his size. You said you didnât want his babies now, but just wait until heâd fucked you full of his cum once or twice. Youâd be begging him for it in no time at all, and shortly thereafter, heâd have you barefoot and pregnant as many times as he liked. Always swollen with one of his children and whining for more.
The woman before him now had a murderous glint in her eyes, but he could fuck that away easy. In fact, he would live to do it. He traced the outline of your thigh over your dress and smiled when you tried not to recoil.
âSurely you didnât think weâd be finger-painting and reading poetry to each other on our wedding night, hm?â he asked, almost delicately.
âThought you might have one of your other women lined up,â you snorted. When you tried to move away, Bucky pinched your leg to make you stay. You winced.
âThatâs not funny,â he said, a little more consternation in his tone. Like he actually cared whether you thought him a profligate Lothario or not, âNow that weâre married, itâs only you and me. No mistresses, nothing.â
Yeah, and he was just as likely arriving to your marital bed a blushing virgin. You rolled onto your side and pretended not to feel him tighten his grip as you did.
âTry the carnal part of our marriage yourself and Iâm sure youâll find Iâm an exceptional fuck,â Bucky continued, speaking low as he stroked the chiffon of your dress.
You didnât doubt the man was goodâcertainly the extent of his sexual escapades as a twenty-something seemed to demand itâbut exceptional? No fucking way. You knew men like Bucky, with the world and every walking pair of tits at their fingertips, and almost all were incurably selfish. Cocky. The kind to jackhammer a woman for three consecutive minutes, roll over, and say, âDid you cum?â
No, there was not a snowballâs chance in hell your husbandâs sexual prowess was even half as good as he claimed it was. Deciding to bite your tongue for the first time that night, though, you just stared at him blankly.
What you didnât know was that your silence only stoked the flames of his ego, prompting him to press the matter further.
âWhat? You think I canât fuck?â he said, âAny woman lucky enough to bed me has cum at least twice. Every time.â
Sure they did, Bucky, you wanted to say, but were suddenly drawn into his lap before you could speak.
âBut letâs pretend I canât,â he said, heedless of the face you made as soon as you were straddling his hips, âYou wouldnât let your husband prove himself tonight?â
âI donât fuck strangers.â
Bucky smiled at that.
âEveryoneâs a stranger until you get to blow them, honey,â he teased, squeezing your hips when you didnât seem amused at all. Then you let out a cry, feeling yourself thrown back on the mattress like a rag doll while Bucky moved off.
Before you knew it, he was tugging your ankles down the length of the bed and widening his stance just a bit. He stopped pulling once your knees were grazing his black dress pants and your feet were dangling off of the bed.
âYou like skylines?â he asked.
You frowned and raised a brow that he was quick to interpret as a âyes.â He hauled you onto your feet.
ââCourse you do. All pretty girls like pretty skies,â he rattled on, strolling with you step-by-step to the set of French doors at the end of the room.
Bucky led you out to the balcony. The air was warm as it ever was, dull gusts of the evening wind curling up from the coastline below. Just as your husband had promised, the skyline of Santorini greeted you on either side, and you had to admit, it was more than just pretty. The views from your villa were absolutely breathtaking.
You stood with your back to Bucky, hands resting on the marble balustrade, and you felt him there, behind you. You didnât bother to tilt your head when he drew even closer.
âWhat do you like most about it?â The question was simple enough, punctuated with a kiss on your shoulder. Your eyes scanned the horizon, the sea, even the quiet little streets down beneath, and you racked your brain trying to think of an answer that might satisfy him.
Before you could, though, you sucked in a breath when you felt your dress start to come undone at your back.
Bucky was unzipping your gown, gentle as ever, and probably grinning from ear to ear as he watched you shift uncomfortably in place and try to hold the material above your breasts where it had been fastened all day. Presently, you kicked your heel backward and hoped it would land somewhere near his balls. You missed.
âJames,â you hissed.
Bucky groaned at the sheer intonation of his name on your lips.
âYes, dear?â
âWhy are you undressing me?â
Bucky had successfully dragged the zipper all the way down to your ass, and it seemed he was trying to shimmy the dress off your frame. You held on tight.
âIâd like to fuck my bride over the balcony railing, if thatâs alright with you,â he answered truthfully.
The man was nothing if not blunt and crass. You turned around to give him a look, yanking your gown even closer to your chest.
âIâllâ Iâll tell my mother, Barnes.â
You felt stupid as soon as youâd said itâusing your go-to threat whenever you were in distress. What were you, eleven?
âYour mother?â Bucky repeated, words steeped in derision, âLast I recall, mommy dearest was practically begging me to get you pregnant at the reception.â
Your jaw clenched, and you internally cursed your whole family. Your parents were supposed to be on your side throughout all of thisâit was bad enough theyâd pawned you off to a mob boss of unrivaled infamy all to settle a debt, but this? Your mother had assured you just the day before that Mr. Barnes was bound to tire of you within the year. No mention of sex or babies whatsoever.
The same mother who had beat you over the head with the notion of your own virginity since you were old enough to read, the one who had underscored just how important it was to wait for the right man to give yourself body, mind, and soul to, turning around and telling this filthy criminal to have you any way he liked. And knock you up? The fucking nerve of that woman.
You were so preoccupied with thoughts of your own backstabbing family that you hardly felt Bucky drag your dress the rest of the way down your body. It was only when you were completely bare before him, and your husband had just started to skim his lips over your tummy that you tensed with surprise.
âI donât have to fuck you just yet, doll,â he murmured, having sunk to his knees and only moving lower. Then the corners of his lips twitched, âLeast not with my dick.â
You tried to pry his head from between your legs before he could stretch his tongue so much as an inch.
âJames!â
Again with that name.
âYou know, I love when you call me that, Mrs. Barnes.â
Bucky was peering up at you now, soaking in the sight of your body in a white lace bra, panties, and stockings.
âIs my bride feeling shy?â he teased, gently nipping at your inner thighs.
You werenât sure what you were feeling in that moment, to be honest. Revulsion, betrayal, arousal, you name itâeach crowned with an all-encompassing hatred for the man currently occupying the space between your legsâwhile a still stronger desire almost hoped he would stay.
âYou can hate your husband all you want and still let him tonguefuck you,â Bucky growled against your skin.
Like heâd read your mind.
In reality, your husband hardly needed the powers of telepathy to tell him just how turned on you were; the sopping wet spot in your panties said as much. From his vantage point, Bucky saw the disgust in your eyes slowly eclipsed by lust, and with a single flick of his tongue, he knew he would have you exactly where he wanted you.
âJust let it happen, honey.â
He felt your fingers thread tight through his hair and the first stir of your hips in tandem. One small, delectable whimper crossed your lips, and it took everything in Bucky not to tear your panties straight off with his teeth.
Instead, the man opted for a soft, gentle lick over your clothed slit. Testing the waters.
Your whimper was quick to meld to a moan, and then, just as fast:
âN-no, Bucky.â
To your dismay, his tongue didnât retreat, only making firmer laps against your centre while his lips grazed the lace. He gripped your thighs and wedged himself deeper, and again, you cursed the paper thin fabric of your panties for letting you feel everything his mouth was doing. He hadnât even made proper contact with your cunt, and your knees were already starting to shake.
He pressed a kiss above your clit through the flimsy material, and you almost tore a clump of hair from his head.
âNo. Please.â You hardly made sense to yourself; it was clear you wanted his touch, but something inside you wasnât quite ready to submit to the idea that this was all okay. That your husbandâs tongue and lips might be meant for something like this, and you didnât have to feel so guilty for wanting it either. Fucking purity culture.
âMy pretty girl,â Bucky presently murmured above the fabric, words sending a dozen little shockwaves in their wake, âMy beautiful fucking wife.â
The man inhaled your scent and couldâve sworn he was in ecstasy. Blinded by desire as he was, he really wasnât bullshitting in the slightest when he gathered you to him and said you were the best; heâd genuinely grown transfixed by the feel of you, in spite of every fibre of his being telling him not to. The marriage was arranged, fake, and fueled by hatredâand somehow, Bucky couldnât get enough.
Nor could he wait any longer. One light swipe of his finger tugged your panties aside, and then he was latching on, no cover this time, to take your clit between his lips. Sucking hard, going fast, needing it bad.
A moan rang loud in his ears, and your hand on his head was instantly joined by the other. You yanked his hair like you never had before, pulling so tight at the roots as though your pleasure depended on it. Bucky smiled around the soft pearl in his mouth and flicked it gently with the tip of his tongue.
âFeel good, baby?â he breathed.
His head tilted up to you, and he could see you were struggling just to breathe, face painted with a medley of emotions.
You didnât know if you could, or should, be feeling this good from a man so evil. Bucky flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe up your pussy to ensure that you would. Then he posed the question again, smirking.
âYou like my tongue on this wet, needy cunt?â
His words were so damn obscene, but you nodded anyway. Feeling small and powerless beneath those big, broad hands as they pinned you back on the marble and spread you even wider for the taking.
He loved how innocent and lewd you looked at once, wincing with pleasure and still trying to keep your composure like you thought a good girl should.
Bucky wanted to break that resolve. He brought one hand closer to your entrance.
And, just as your breaths were starting to hitch and grow more ragged in your chest, he pushed two fingers inside. The act surprised your husband almost as much as it did youânot quite, but almostâupon feeling how tight you were, how resistant to even two digits you seemed to be. He hardly knew whether to shove them deeper or pull them out, so fast did your muscles contract around him.
When you whined a loud, protracted, âFUCK!â he figured he would stick with the former. He grinned, having never heard you speak, much less swear, out of pleasure like this.
Your head lolled back and your body made an arch when his fingers curled inside you. You were panting, moaning, coating his hand with your juices, and Bucky knew you were close.
He started pumping his fingers in and out while his tongue worked your clit, chin practically doused in your arousal by now. A swell of pride rose within him: he could finally bring you home to that sweet release, have you a shaking, soaking mess above his face like you were wholly his and no one elseâs. He moved his tongue even faster and sank his fingers straight down to the knuckle.
Then, unexpectedly, both were robbed of your touch.
Seized with fear, you shoved Bucky off and stumbled away from his glistening face. You took off toward the doors and fled the balcony before you could think.
âWhat the fâ honey? Honey?!â Bucky sputtered. He bounded after you.
Youâd thrown yourself in the master bathroom and locked the door behind you in the blink of an eye. Outside, your husband had only to stare in pure bewilderment and awe, mind reeling at what had just happened.
Fucking hell, he knows. He knows! You collapsed against the door and slid down a couple inches. Your hand reflexively flew to your mouth to stifle the sounds when Bucky began pounding the wood behind you.
âBaby, whatâs wrong? Whatâsâwhatâs goinâ on?â
In truth, youâd rather chug bleach than divulge the thought that had just scared the everliving fuck out of you back there. It was stupid and senseless and shouldâve been frightening you for weeks before it ever came to this, but here you were, panicked in the bathroom of your honeymoon suite because youâd never done this beforeâand youâd never reached climax in your life without bursting into tears.
Fuck, you felt stupid. How could you think this would be any differentâor that Buckyâs tongue wouldnât eventually attempt to wrest an orgasm out of you?
Itâd just felt so good, you thought maybe a new climax brought by someone elseâs fingers might free you from the same unsavory demise youâd met a hundred times before, but then it hit you, shortly after Bucky had plunged his fingers inside, you were going to cry.
You winced when Buckyâs knocks grew louder, his voice gaining more ire by the second, it seemed.
âOpen the fucking door!â
Heâd rake you over the coals for this. Getting so close to what he wanted, only to have his silly little bride snatch it all away and run hiding in the en-suite bathroom? Your stomach turned at the thought of what men in the mob were liable to do with women like youâwhat Bucky might conceivably do now that youâd sparked his rage.
Your eyes darted to the window just as his fist shook the doorframe behind you. You ran over to the tub, tucked squarely beneath the windowsill, and climbed onto it just to get a hold of the fastenings around the glass.
One click synchronized with the furious cadence being hammered on the door, and just as you started to slide the pane up the way, a heavy thud sounded outside. The weight of your husbandâs body being thrust against the door, most likely.
You bit your lip and lifted one leg over the windowsill, shuffling your body even closer to the outside world.
Three floors up! Have you lost your mind? You could hear your fatherâs words ringing in your skull already. There was a ledge, you reasoned, no more than ten feet below, if you could just grab hold of the frame right there and slide down the cool stone you mightâ
âFuck,â Bucky groaned.
You watched your husband heave through the busted door of the bathroom, wide eyes and a âHereâs Johnnyâ flourish raging hot on his face. Your heart leapt to your throat, and you started to lower yourself out of the window, hoping desperately for that ledge below to be sturdy. But before you could make it even half of the way there, strong arms were circling your frame and yanking you back inside, hurtling straight into the bathtub with Bucky tumbling over you.
âWhat are you doing?!â he roared.
You wriggled under his weight, petrified of the fiery look in his eyes as he lurched over your frame.
He straightened up just enough to shake you by the shouldersâlike a parent reprimanding a child.
âWhat the fuck was that?! Huh? You think thatâs fucking funny, jumping out windows?â
No, no, not funny, you wanted to bite back, but found your mouth dry and unable to speak. When Bucky shook you again, you had only to whimper a pathetic sound.
The man was enraged. Stubble still damp with your juices and looking undeniably frazzled and spent, he drew closer to your face and demanded you look at him. When he took hold of your cheeks in both hands, the command couldnât have reached you any more clearly.
âWhatâ what was that for?â his voice lowered as he tried to catch his breath. You still couldnât move.
âI-I donâtââ you stopped and hardly knew how to say it:
Sorry to cut our tonguefucking session short, I was just afraid I might burst into a fit of uncontrollable tears while you licked and sucked me through the best orgasm of my life. Iâd rather jump off, or out of, a building than tell my mob boss husband that I canât cum without crying. By the way, Iâm a virgin!
Instead, you just blinked and stared back at him.
âCanâtâŠdo it,â you murmured.
Buckyâs expression only grew more puzzled by the words out of your mouth. He squeezed your face tighter and leaned in even closer.
âDo what? Sex? Fuck, Iâ I didnât mean to be that aggressive, hell, Iâm sorry.â He stopped to run a hand through his hair, and for the first time, you couldâve sworn you saw the first glint of compunction in his eyes.
He looked away a few seconds, as if collecting what fragmented thoughts he could, then brought his head back down to your level and took your hands in his.
âHoney?â he tried getting your attention, just barely above a whisper now, âI know the whole thingâs fucked, I know.â
That was the understatement of the century. To your surprise, Buckyâs gaze softened when he saw a scowl cross your face.
âWe donâtâŠhave to do anything. I was just pushing your buttons earlier. Being a dick.â
His tongue moved to wet his lips once more, this time without the seductive, smug demeanor he usually wore and simply exhibiting discomfort. He swallowed. The bow tie around his neck appeared to him to be fastened far too tight all of a sudden, and then, haphazardly, he started clawing at the garment to get it off.
You didnât know why you felt compelled to help. It was like all ten fingers just lifted of their own accord to join Buckyâs hands in trying to undo his tie.
The silk fabric wasnât tied, but knotted, crudely and inflexibly, beneath the little black bow. You frowned. Still unable to meet his gaze as you worked your fingers under the tangled material and tried to pretend like the two of you werenât still sweating profusely from the events that had just transpiredâboth the tonguefucking and the window-jumping.
âWho tied this, a five-year-old?â you muttered.
âIâm thirty-eight, thanks,â Bucky returned just as quietly.
Both of you indulged in a smile that lasted no longer than a second, but you felt the tension ease a little.
This was not where you thought your dreaded wedding night was headed before. Curled up in a bathtub with your hands around your husbandâs neckâand not actually trying to kill himâwhile Bucky blinked almost nervously the longer your hands lingered on his collar. It seemed heâd found something especially tantalizing on the wall behind your head, because his stare remained fixed on that spot the whole time you fiddled with his tie.
Maybe that, along with the last ebb of alcoholic influence from the reception still coursing through your veins, had emboldened you to come right out and say it while Bucky was looking away. You couldnât be sure.
âIâve never had sex before.â
At last, the tie loosened a little.
Bucky flicked his gaze back to yours in a second.
âWhat?â
You lifted a brow, wondering if he really needed an explanation as to what it meant to have never gotten laid before, but you decided against indulging him any further. Bucky seemed keen on doing that all by himself.
âYouâre a virgin?â
You nodded.
âDidnât my overbearing mother make sure you knew?â
âYeah, I thought she was full of shit,â Bucky answered bluntly. Then, catching sight of the semi-offended look in your eye, mixed with a tad more amusement than indignation, he added, âI meanâ I didnât think youâd, uh, wanna waitâŠtwenty-five years for some action.â
He winced when he realized that sounded just as bad. His throat cleared shortly to make way for a new attempt at comity, but you cut him off, shaking your head as you finally got the knot to untangle.
âNo, I get it. I donât know why I waited this long either,â you shrugged.
As soon as youâd freed him from his bow tie, you started to stand from the bath tub. Bucky, too, straightened to his full height and started to close the window while you walked back to the bedroom.
You eyed the rose petals strewn across the duvet and felt a little more relaxed this time around. The weight of the V-word had been lifted from your shoulders, and now you had only to share the crying-while-cumming stuff to Bucky later on. Much later on, you hoped.
You crawled onto the bed and stretched out on your belly, playing with the soft red petals and wondering if room service was still offered at this hour.
Bucky had just stepped out of the bathroom when he halted at the threshold. Saw your body sprawled out on the bed, back arched and ass pointed in the air as you reached over for the phone on the nightstand. He stared for a second too long and felt a familiar stir in his pants.
Sonovabitch, he started to think, before chiding himself silently, Shut up, man, sheâs a virgin. Be cool. Be coolâdonât make her jump out a window again.
He ducked back in the bathroom and eased the door to just a crack while you discovered a voice on the line:
âHi! Hey, Iâd like to order room service to, uhâŠâ your voice trailed off. Then, covering the mouthpiece, âJames, whatâs our room number?â
Inside the bathroom, Bucky squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of his name. Already palming his erection through his dress pants as he leaned against the wall.
âWe rented the whole building, dear,â he called back.
âOh.â He could just imagine the slight pout on your lips as you spoke. Then you asked if he wanted anything to eat, Bucky thought only of the sweet nectar between your legs, and he answered aloud, no, he was fine, really.
For the first time in his life, the man felt positively ashamed he was about to rub one out in a bathroom, alone. It wasnât like this was the first it had ever been done, but now there was you, innocent and oblivious in the next room over, while Bucky undid his belt and quietly freed his cock from his dress pants. It felt kind of perverted, in a way, but he knew he needed this release to put his mind at ease and not feel so affected by you.
While you scanned your phone for a menu and chatted with the concierge downstairs about various food items, Bucky was spitting in his hand and fumbling for his shaft. You talked American Wagyu sirloin, lobster thermidor, and seared Faroe Island salmon while he thought achingly about the way your cunt had tasted and how badly he wanted to try it again.
How did he feel about an artisan cheese platter? Bucky hardly had the wits about himself to answer beyond a strangled, âWhatever you want, honeyâ and a tightened fist around his cock, stroking hard to get the filthy thoughts out of his head before the food arrived.
Ever sweet, soft, supple, and savoryâhis mind reeled with fresh memories of that place between your thighs, and he almost lurched forward in pleasure.
Your brute of a mob boss husband was irreparably pussy-whipped and hadnât even fucked you yet. He gripped the bathroom sink beside him and sincerely wished it wasnât his hand doing the work right now. But of course, he had to be patient, had to be kindâcouldnât force himself on a woman who clearly wasnât ready.
Again, he spit in his palm and jerked himself fast.
Any minute now, he thought with some relief.
Your feet padded softly into the living room as the pleasure inside him was starting to crest. Still pining for your warmth and the way your legs trembled around his head, Bucky was all but fucking his hand at this point. Heâd snagged his bottom lip between his teeth in a lopsided smile and groaned, too low to be heard, and pumped himself even faster for his impending orgasm.
A thought crossed your mind as you stopped ahead of the sofa. You pivoted.
Suddenly, you were skipping back to the bathroom, wanting to know Buckyâs wine preferences before you placed another order.
You barged in and froze.
âSorry!â you squeaked, darting out just as fast.
Five seconds slower and you probably wouldâve seen Bucky blow his load all over the sink. As it was, the man was left sorely at a loss for any form of release and heaving fast, ragged breaths from the colossal scare youâd just given him.
Good fucking going, Buckâyour wife wants to cuddle and eat cheese and youâre out here beating your meat.
Bucky shoved himself back in his pants and waited an excruciating minute for the sound of your second window exit of the night. A slammed door, a frantic phone call, a few sobs into your pillow as you realized how dirty and depraved your husband was, anything.
He was only met with silence.
Taking one more shaky breath, Bucky reached for the doorknob and started back out. Cautiously.
The man took his slow, silent leave of the bathroom with his gaze trained toward the doorsâhalf-expecting to see his bride rappelling from the balconyâbut then quickly shifted to the bed. Finding you kneeling at the edge.
âJames?â
Your voice almost pained.
A word was all it took. Bucky was back on his knees.
âIâm sorry. I just wanted it to go away, honey. Iâm sorry.â
Go away? You quirked a brow and couldnât hold his gaze much longer; just trailed your vision down his torso to his pants, then his erection, still standing prominent as ever.
Bucky struggled to decide whether you were ticked off or intrigued, seeing your eyes make their painful appraisal of his length beneath his pants. Your brow was pinched, but your head was cocked. Almost curious.
âAre you mad at me?â you asked, gaze fixed on the spot.
Immediately, Bucky rose to his feet and crawled back on the bed, seizing your body with both of his hands.
âNo! No, not mad at all,â he mumbled as he sidled up beside you. Pleased to see you hadnât recoiled, âI was just, uhâŠmissing you, âsâall.â
If his men could see him now, Bucky was sure heâd be the laughing stock of all the town. Doting and kind, eyes softened beyond recognition, he just watched you and wanted nothing more than to repair the smile that had ebbed from your face. Come ridicule, hell, or high water, the man was infatuated with his brideâall broken plates and attempted window escapes be damned.
Presently, you brought your hand down to his bulge.
Bucky stiffened but didnât speak. He wanted you to do this on your own, of your own volition.
âYou seem kinda mad to me.â You hardly knew what you were doing. Just rubbing his length and hoping it was something heâd like.
Where Bucky had wanted to see you smile, you just wanted to hear him grunt and whineâmaybe grab your hips and beg you to do something, please. Youâd never felt any such degree of control, and you suspected Bucky had never not felt it himself. You wanted him desperate.
You were playing a dangerous game, you knew it, but something inside those baby blues said he wanted to do it, too. Do anything for you, quite frankly.
You watched the rise and fall of Buckyâs broad chest and stroked his length even softer.
âJames.â
âUh-huh?â His mouth hung open with a gentle grunt, fighting every instinct to buck into your touch.
At last, you squeezed his shaft and prodded him on. Let your head drift closer to his so his lips would graze the apple of your cheek, and just when you sensed he wanted a taste, you tilted your face toward his own,
âWe havenât even kissed since the ceremony.â
Bucky stared blankly at you, enrapt with the pulse of your fingers. You could tell he was aching to move.
âOh yeah?â he murmured.
You nodded a wordless affirmation and slid sharply back in bed as Bucky lunged after you. Your hands flew from his pants to the plush mattress behind you as you shiftedâor, rather, scrambledâback in place and felt your husband climb over you hungrily.
âThat what my wife wants?â he murmured, frame slotting tight between your legs.
You nodded again, and had only to suck in a breath before Bucky was devouring your lips. The kind of flushed, frantic, filthy kiss that wouldâve doubtlessly wrought looks of horror on every face at your wedding had he grabbed you that way after the declarations of âI doâ had been spoken.
You loved him like this, impassioned and a bit unhinged.
His tongue worked his way past your lips and scoured every soft, fleshy inch between the insides of your cheeks before he took your face in his hands, kissing you roughly.
Something hard and throbbing nudged your sex, and suddenly you were whining in his mouth. Wrapping your legs around his waist.
âAh, honey, donât,â Bucky groaned, visibly straining to contain himself. When you dug your heels even deeper in his back, the groan that followed from him was hoarse and guttural.
âI thoughtâ IâŠfuck,â your husband turned his head to curse as you grinded your hips up to his. You had to bite back a smile.
âI just wanna do what married people do,â you murmured coyly, pretending not to see when Bucky shot you the most red-hot, wanton look heâd imparted all evening.
âYeah?â Like a kid in a candy shop the size of Sears.
Bucky took your face in his hands once more and made sure to scan your expression for any shred of doubt. On finding nothing there, he sat panting, half-disbelieving and half-contemplating all the wretched things he wanted to do to you. You squeezed his sides with your thighs and just hoped your husband knew what to do, because, in truth, you didnât have the first fucking idea.
A few dry, clinical terms flashed before your mindâs eye, along with your motherâs bleak depiction of what treatment lay in store for a woman on her wedding night, and as Bucky started to work his belt and his pants off, you just hoped he wouldnât be cruel.
He couldnât be, right? Heâd only mowed down a hundred men and dismembered dozens more, you were told, but surely a set of eyes this soft, caring, and kind couldnât belong to a monster. You let him lift your hips and shimmy your panties, garter belt, and stockings down your legs, and when he returned, you tried your best not to betray the thoughts in your head.
Bucky hadnât been with a virgin for as long as he could rememberâmaybe ever. His own âdefloweringâ an ancient relic of his boyhood and the multitude of partners since then a mere flurry of nameless faces, he sincerely couldnât recall a time when heâd asked, or cared, whether the woman beneath him had her cherry intact. He didnât suppose it could be too different, as he peeled the last pieces of your lingerie set off your body and saw you seemed perfectly ready. He ran a finger between your folds and felt you shiver with what looked like excitement. Piece of cake, he thought, smiling.
No doubt he would take great joy in making you his own. His bride, his wife, an unblemished beacon of light in a life as sordid as his, looked perfect spread before him. You would adjust to his size. Bucky trailed the head of his cock up your slit and coated himself in your juices, and just when heâd bracketed his other arm around your head on the pillow, you let out a small sound.
âAre you sure itâll fit?â
Bucky fisted his length and pressed the tip to your entrance.
âUhâŠyeah. Yeah, I think so.â
He hadnât yet met a woman who wasnât able to fit him.
âOkay.â
Somehow, your voice sounded even smaller, head lodged between pillows and the crook of Buckyâs elbow. You felt small. Frankly, it didnât seem like your husband was quite computing the worries that were pervading your brain, but you decided he knew bestâyour mother had assured you that husbands always didâand when Bucky first pressed the head of himself to the seam of your cunt, you hardly even whimpered.
You watched his brow furrow above you. He tried to go further.
Your folds were as soaked as heâd ever seen a womanâs, your hole practically pulsing with desire, and somehow, he couldnât push in.
Bucky snagged his lip between his teeth and braced himself with the aid of the headboard, taking your hip in his other hand. A breath sounded on your lips the second he adjusted, and shortly thereafter, he felt your gaze on the same place he was watching: the spot where your bodies were trying to connect.
His features darkened at the prospect of failing, or even appearing incompetent to you in the slightest. Heâd done this hundreds of times before, why wouldnât it work?
When he felt your eyes trail back up his body and study his faceâmaybe wondering why her new groom hadnât gotten around to thrusting into her yet, he thoughtâhe felt a swell of panic and pushed.
Against his better judgment and the feel of your body, he muscled his way through and forced his cock inside. Bottoming out in a single, stabbing thrust.
You seized in pain but wanted to be a good wife for him.
Bucky, too, felt his hips stutter at the resistance your walls were giving him, but then remembered how heâd sworn to be a dutiful husband, and kept going.
Together, you stared anywhere but the otherâs face and gritted your teeth for two entirely different reasonsâyou, in agony, and Bucky, in ecstasy, the latter hoping with everything in him that you liked this as much as him.
Bucky took a tender, if not slightly awkward, rhythm rutting against your body and stared steady at the headboard like he always did.
You were in pain and faced with nothing but his hulking chest, moving up and down, back and forth, over and over again like a goddamn seesaw from hell while it felt like your insides were presently being torn to shreds.
Who fucking enjoys this? you wanted to wail, but feigned a moan instead, raking your nails down Buckyâs back, Why isnât he looking at me? Why isnât he touching me?
Your walls involuntarily clenched around him, and he swallowed a moan.
Just think of baseball, beer, math, the Roman Empire, anything to keep from busting right now, Bucky told himself as he clenched his jaw and fought to maintain his pace. Your pussy just felt so. fucking. good.
Beneath him, you had tried and failed to fight back tears. The burn was just too much; the longer he thrusted, the more your walls contracted, and confusingly, stupidly, it seemed like he was using you. Your mother was right, most likely, that sex was just a means to an end for men like Bucky, and your husband didnât care about your pleasure at all. You fought hard to keep the waterworks at bay, that one thing you hadnât wanted Bucky to see, but eventually, the tears were flowing freely.
You stifled a sob that your husband mistook for a moan.
He fucked you even faster and felt a grin start to twitch at the corners of his lips when you made a sound that seemed consistent with pleasure.
âFeel so fucking tight,â Bucky grunted, about to lower his gaze to your face for the first time since heâd entered you, âSo nice and tight and wâhey, hey, baby?â
He stilled inside as soon as he saw that you were crying. Took your face in his hands and almost couldnât believe the sight of your tear-stained cheeks beneath him.
âWhatâs wrong? What happened?â he asked, scanning your face for any signs of harm.
You just shook your head and tried to brush him off.
âKeep going, Iâm good.â
Bucky seemed angered at the suggestion. He brought your face closer to his and stared almost reproachfully down at you. Then he paused a beat and swiped one of your cheeks with the pad of his thumb.
âAm I hurting you?â he asked.
âNââ
âDonât lie.â
You squirmed a bit and winced. That was answer enough for Bucky, and he slowly pulled out of you.
âAw hell.â
The two of you glanced down to see a blooming red spot on the comforter. Bucky rubbed the blood in disbelief.
Heâd gone too far. Again. Hurt something inside of you that couldnât be fixed with a kiss. While you struggled to sit up among the pillows, Bucky was running a hand through his hair and cursing himself up and down.
âWhy didnât you say something?â he scowled.
âI didnât wanna interrupââ
âIf Iâm making you bleed, you stop me, for fuckâs sake.â
âWell you seemed to be having a pretty good time!â
Bucky didnât need to tell you in words what was painted on his face; he was pissed off and probably bound to slip off the bed any second, when your tears started welling up again. Then he eased off, remembering he was more mad at himself than anyone else, and slid closer to you. He tried pulling you into his chest, but you didnât budge.
âCâmon,â you said, grabbing his wrist, âLetâs keep going.â
Bucky eyed you incredulously.
âNuh-uh.â
âUh-huh,â you insisted. He shot you a glare but didnât protest when you guided his hand between your legs.
You were spread back open for him in no time. Still stinging like hell and ready for another go. Bucky almost couldnât believe it.
âMy headstrong wife.â He managed a smile before kissing the crown of your head, and kept right on kissing that spot no matter how far his fingers were traveling.
âYou owe me two orgasms, remember, Mr. Barnes?â
It seemed Buckyâs boastful claims of late were in fact the furthest thing from his mind as he crawled back over your body. He pried your knees apart and left just enough room for his frame, taking his fingers to your folds and rubbing in light, gentle circles.
The bleeding had stopped. What little remained was long forgotten, and duly, the pain from recent memory was slowly but surely purged with every flick of his thumb. Bucky planted an arm next to your head and kept touching you there until your face relaxed completely.
When he chanced a finger inside, he was careful not to rub so much as plunge in quick, shallow motions, and at the first signs of pleasure, press light and tender kisses on your skin.
âIf it hurts at all, you tell me.â
He sounded stern as he inserted another finger, but really, the man was all putty in your hands, wanting to please you and tease you in any way that he could.
When you told him faster, he sped up; you gripped his hair and said slow down, he did the same. He curled his digits in time with every whimper and moan you made and took care not to be too harsh on your sweet spot.
The only time he paused was when you looked up and asked him point-blank: could he fuck you sweet and gentle now?
Bucky paused. Swallowed.
The man wouldâve screwed you six ways to Sunday if you asked him; that wasnât the problem. The only traces of hesitation remained where your eyes said something different. Even as he shuffled between your legs at your behest, aligned his cock with your entrance, and felt a wave of desire wash over him, he pressed his forehead to yours and searched your glossy gaze once more.
âYou sure about this, bunny?â he murmured.
Your heart melted at the name. You couldnât deny you were frightened, and perhaps a bit worse for the wear after your last attempt, but his words were a comfort, his hand on your cheek a welcome gesture. When his thumb grazed your lips, you kissed it and nodded.
âAlright sweet girl,â Bucky said, tone laced with affection.
This time, before pressing the head of himself inside, Bucky caught your lips and kissed you softly. Rubbed himself up and down your slitâpaying extra attention to your clitâand coated himself completely before trying to penetrate you again.
Your cheeks flushed, and you kissed him harder.
âP-please, Bucky, fuck me,â you murmured against his mouth, eliciting a small grunt from him.
âYeah? You want your husbandâs cock inside you, doll?â He kept the pretense of teasing, but really, he was just trying to make sure you wanted this as badly as he did. By the blissed out look on your face and the soft, ceaseless squelching noises produced by your arousal, he got the message pretty quickly.
He breached your folds with just the tip at first. You both felt your muscles contract. Instead of blindly pushing ahead like he had before, Bucky trained his gaze on your face and watched for any signs of discomfort.
âEverything okay, bunny?â he hummed as he brushed a few strands of hair from your face.
You were half in awe of how attentive he was, and doubly impressed by the stretch that followedâlike a pinch, but nothing like the pain youâd felt before. You peered up at your husband and squeezed his shoulders.
âItâ it doesnât hurt this time,â you said, breathless.
Bucky couldâve caved at the sweet, innocent expression aloneâlike you were pleasantly surprised this hadnât caused excruciating painâand his lips moved down to pepper your cheeks with kisses again.
âDoll, Iâm so sorry.â
The sounds and sighs of your pleasure beneath him, along with the words telling him it was okay, really, he hadnât meant to do it, all made him feel even guiltier for having hurt you in the first place. It took him some time assailing your face with tiny, apologetic kisses before he even thought to feed you another inch.
When he finally plunged himself deeper, it wasnât without your express permission; even then, Bucky feared he might split you in two.
The whole time he eased himself inside, he was moving his gaze between your face and the place between your two bodiesâwatching you open for him and take him inch by inch. He rubbed his thumb over your clit when you whimpered.
âDoing so good for me.â
âStretching so nice for this cock.â
âMy beautiful, beautiful wife.â
Every syllable of his praises flooded your head like honey. Feeling him stretch you out, fill you up, and rock you softly with his first shallow thrusts, all while talking you through it, had your mind ablaze and near-euphoric.
Pleasure practically searing your veins, you didnât even hear yourself, or really mean to say it, as soon as you did.
âThis doesnât feel dirty at all.â
An epiphany to you and a puzzle to Bucky.
âWhatâsâat, honey?â He was still rutting his hips and slowly picking up speed. Your husband groaned when you clenched around him and pulled him even deeperâbefore you realized what youâd said.
Your cheeks flushed.
âIâ I was always told sex made you dirty. This feelsââ you stopped to swallow a moan when Bucky grazed a particularly sensitive spot inside you, âpretty nice.â
âPretty nice.â Your husband couldnât help the smile twitching at the corners of his lips as he leaned down to kiss you. He wrapped his big, muscly arms around you and pulled you closer to his chest.
âMakes you dirty?â Bucky said, disbelief evident in his tone before his smile broke into a grin, âBaby, youâre the cleanest, sweetest thing Iâve ever seen.â
He didnât let you endeavor to protest, just buried his face in your neck and pressed teasing kisses all over the skin while he continued to pump in and out of you. He knew to keep hitting that spot, too.
You were drowning in whimpers and kisses when Bucky brought his lips to your ear.
âDoesnât make you dirty at all,â he assured you, âJust makes you my wife.â
You clawed Buckyâs back when he sped up a little, and you felt the pleasure soar to even greater heights when he propped your legs above his shouldersâa brand new angle for him to bend you like a pretzel and fuck you good.
âYou take this cock too nice to be dirty,â he gritted his teeth and continued to soothe you just how he knew you liked it, âSuch a good little wife, sucking up every inch of me like you were made for it.â
Your lips parted in a soft âo,â feeling him plunge the depths of your cunt like he never had before. Bucky slipped his thumb in your mouth while he held your face.
âThat what you are, bunny? A good girl?â
You nodded your head and sucked his thumb, feeling yourself fucked dumb as you did. Bucky loved that blissed out look in your eyes.
âGood girl for daddy?â he cooed.
Your ankles trembled around his neck as soon as he said it. You nodded again, yes, you were, and felt a light coil start to form in your lower stomach as Bucky kept pounding you and pushing his thumb between your lips.
Then, with a pop, he plucked the digit from your mouth and brought it down to your clit. He started soft at first, but before long he was rubbing vicious circles on that little bundle of nerves, watching you come undone before his eyes and clench around him even tighter.
âB-Bucky,â you whined, fisting the sheets underneath you both as you squirmed.
âMhmm?â Your husband pretended to be oblivious.
âI wâ Iâm gonnaââ The words could scarcely leave your lips without finding themselves punctured with a whimper as soon as they were spoken. Bucky thrusted harder.
âGonna what? Cum for daddy?â he grinned, âMake a mess all over this cock?â
Your moans of pleasure more than sufficed for an answer. You nodded and winced, felt your whole lower half seize with a warm and heady feeling, and before you knew it, Buckyâs thrusts were sending you spiraling over the edge, with a wave of bliss following shortly behind. Sounds of skin slapping skin hardly faltered, and Bucky kept rubbing and fucking you all throughout the waves of your high.
Tears sprung to your eyes, and you didnât care. Your mind was alight with more bright, fervid feelings than you could count or comprehend, and your body washed over with pleasure.
You clung to Bucky and felt him keep fucking you, even as you shrieked against his skin.
âOne more for me, honey.â
You didnât think that was possible. You had just spilled all over him, squeezing his cock like a vice and screaming his name, and now he wanted it all over again? So soon?
Your fingernails sunk into his arms as he continued to rut into you, and you started to shake your head.
âC-Canât Bucky, I canât, I canât,â you sobbed, tears still streaming down your cheeks.
âSure you can.â
Your husband had his mouth at your ear again, panting as the pace of his thrusts grew faster. He tilted his body slightly forward so your legs were pushed even higher above youâdamn near grazing either side of your headâand pounded you relentlessly.
His voice seemed so calm and assured as he spoke,
âCum for daddy. Show me just how fucking good this cock makes you feel and cum again for me.â
With a command like that, how could you refuse?
You came a second time, hands seizing Bucky's forearms, and screams tearing through your chest as you rode your high impaled on his cock over and over again. The sights and sounds and repeated, pulsing spasms of your pussy on his shaft sent Bucky chasing his release not long after, and you felt a warmth spread inside you.
Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears, your cheeks practically drenched already. As you came down from your high, you started to blink.
But just as you lifted a hand to sop up the moisture, Bucky was leaning over you and into you with the brightest smile. Then he was kissing each wet, salty stain like it was the most natural thing in the world, sponging soft and gentle touches all over the spots your tears had overflown.
It seemed every nerve ending in your lower half was on the fritz, your body little more than mush underneath him, but somehow you managed to catch his mouth as he traversed the skin. You kissed him back, and Bucky drew you closer.
The two of you separated for a second, Buckyâs cock still resting comfortably inside you and his broad frame engulfing you in bed. He paused a beat. Seemed to consider something in his mind before speaking aloud.
âHoney,â he started, unsure of how he wanted to say this.
You peered up at him, curious. His seed had filled every contour and crevice of your aching walls and was just then starting to dribble out of you. Bucky seemed unfazed. He cupped both hands around your face.
âI love you.â
You blinked. No fucking way you were hearing those words.
âWhat?â You felt too awestruck to say anything else.
âI love you,â Bucky repeated. A smile was starting to tug at his lips, his thumb tracing your cheek while you stared at him in disbelief.
You wouldâve liked to speak.
Wouldâve loved to say those three little words right back.
In fact, you had just opened your mouth to tell him that, when a sound at the foot of the bed startled you both.
The warm glow of moonlight pouring in from the window panes was your only means to see it. But sight wasnât worth much at all when a man appeared and pressed the barrel of a gun to Buckyâs temple, letting out a chuckle.
Another man, clad head-to-toe in polished black tactical gear approached from the far end of the room. Bucky gritted his teeth but remained motionless, hearing that man cock his firearm as well. You were surrounded on either side of the bed. Your blood ran cold.
âSorry to interrupt the fun, Mr. Barnes,â the man on the left spoke so low and gruff he could scarcely be heard.
When Bucky started to stir, the man on the right raised his pistol as well. Curled his finger on the trigger.
âWe havenât even met your beautiful bride.â A set of cruel, glinting teeth turned in your direction. Suddenly, all eyes were trained on youâalong with a third handgun, pointed at your head, as another man approached.
âWedded bliss treating you well so far, Mrs. Barnes?â
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(part of the Wife at First Sight series)
In Ghostâs eyes, the first time you smiled up at him was the moment you became his and his alone.
So what if everyone apart from you knew it?
Didnât make it any less of a fact, as far as he was concerned.
Still though, he wanted to learn more about just who his pretty little wife was, including anything that might make letting you know about your marriage a little easier. And so like the good soldier he is, he goes about it as though it were a reconnaissance mission.
He asks you how you take your coffees and teas, holding his breath as he watches you take the first sip of whichever drink heâs made you that day, pride swelling in his chest when you tell him itâs perfect, even better than when you make it.
The first time heâd done so, your eyes widened in surprise when he put his large, gloved hands over yours where they were wrapped around the mug, leaning forward and bringing the rim to his lips where he took a sip for himself, eyes locked with yours. You were unsure of what to think or say, but he apparently decided for you that this was okay, returning the warm drink to your mouth where he encouraged you to take another sip.
You figured that it was alright, he did make the tea for you after all, right?
You even laughed when he started only serving you in a mug with âMrs.â printed across the side, certain that it hadnât been in any of the common roomâs cupboards before.
He eyes the book peeking out of your bag one morning as you tuck it away, purchasing his own copy the very same day, curious to know what you like reading. Youâre pleasantly surprised, if not a tad confused, when you find the next two books in the trilogy sat atop your desk soon after, a small note written in chicken scratch lain on top reads âTo : Wifeâ. Heâll make a point of commenting on the novel if he sees you holding it, slipping in tid bits of information to impress you show heâs read it as well, likes the same things you like.
Heâll joke about how the food on the dining hall is always subpar, trying to casually find out what you like eating, subtly pulling out his phone and typing anything new into his notes app where heâs been keeping track of all your likes and dislikes. He just wants to get things right with you, be good for you, prove he can be the husband you need. Youâre already perfect in his eyes, his sweet little soulmate who just doesnât know it yet.
Though this was the first military base youâd ever worked on, you couldnât recall anyone having ever warned you about the way Lieutenants apparently like to haze the new hires, never mind the fact that everyone else was apparently in on it.
No one bats an eye when you go to take the empty seat next to him in a briefing, and he wraps his strong arms around you to instead plop you down onto his muscular thighs, carrying on with the task at hand as though this is perfectly normal and professional. Even the Captain hardly glances at the interaction, so you figure itâs okay, some strange form of team bonding?
Not a soul comments on the way the Lieutenant insists on being the one to cut up your food and feed you bites during meals in the dining hall, pretending as though they donât hear him telling you about how âmy wife works hard enough, donât need to be liftinâ a finger witâ me around, love.â
They know to move out of the way if youâre approaching a closed door, knowing if the Lieutenant is anywhere near, heâll be rushing to open the door for you before you can even attempt to do it yourself.
Even Soap has stopped complaining aloud and only rolls his eyes when Ghost drops anything and everything heâs doing- whether itâs spotting the Sergeant in the gym, being out on a morning run, hell even being in the middle of a shower- to send you a good morning text at six o clock on the dot. Every. Single. Morning.
No, you never exactly anticipated this sort of a running gag from a hardened military base, but youâre not exactly complaining either.
Not when you find your heart fluttering every time your fake work husband dotes on you like he really would marry you at the drop of a hat.
Besides, itâs all just playful, innocent fun, right?
Especially when everyone begins to apparently forget your name and instead refers to you only as Mrs Riley.
And when the Captain tells you that your requested time off for a honeymoon has been approved, something which you definitely donât remember requesting, well thatâs all just fun too, right?
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Soulbound
Zhongli x GN!Reader (Soulmate!AU)
Summary: Zhongli hated the mark on his neck, and he hated whoever the mark bounded him to. But fate plays a cruel joke, matching him with you, as he swore he would love no one else but Guizhong.
Tags: Angst/No Comfort, Short Story, Rejection, Hurtful Words, Hatred to Love
Soulmark - A mark that binds two individuals as soulmates.
~âą~âą~âą~âą~âą~âą~âą~âą~âą~âą~
Morax had always been frustrated by the mark on his neck.
A glowing, permanent part of his body that marks him tied to a soulmate. He thinks its stupid, for the love of his life was already in front of him, a gray-haired inventor that no carving in his body could ever stop him from adoring.
He finds it unbelievable that his neck is claimed by a soulmark yet Guizhong's remain blank, and he curses Celestia above for such a foul joke.
How could he be for anyone else but her?
When her dust settled in the field of glaze lilies he thought were incomparable to her beauty, he was utterly devasted, his clawed hands held onto his neck, wanting to rip the soulmark that had been taunting him for centuries.
How could he be marked for someone else while the love of his life laid lifeless?
He loathed his mark, everything about it, and he will till his last breath.
...
Zhongli deeply dislikes you.
You are a messy, silly, babbling buffoon.
An adventurer from Mondstadt that embodies the nation's will of freedom. Bubbly, carefree, and loud, much like a fellow god he didn't particularly like.
Despite of his disdain of you, your affection towards him never wavered. You filled his somber days with excitement as you joyfully tell him stories about your adventures, share some new recipes you've learned, even ushering him to talk about obscure Liyue historical facts that you've always found interesting.
He was much too proper to shoo you away, and his cold looks and short responses didn't discourage you to try to make friends with the man that peeked your curiosity.
Ever so slowly, you had pried open his caged heart, planting a small seed that was so distinctly you.
He would have accepted you, he would have seen you as a friend... and yet...
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a faint, familiar mark on your neck, revealed when you put your hair up into a ponytail.
Zhongli knew he truly disliked you.
...
"I don't believe in the marks either, Mr. Zhongli..." You reasoned with him, but his gaze still stung you with daggers.
He caged himself back up, ensuring that you could not care for the little seed you planted, no light would be able to reach it again.
His heart would not open...
No matter how many times he catches himself smiling at your antics.
No matter if he displays every gift and trinket you give him from your travels.
No matter how much he preferred your cooking over anyone else's.
No matter how beautiful you look staring up at him with your doe eyes as you confess your affection.
No matter how frustrated he felt at himself when he made you cry as he rejects your feelings.
Because, for him, how could there be anyone else but her?
...
"Do you see why it could never be you?"
You both stood in front of a monument, surrounded by various plants and objects you assume to be from friends of this ancient goddess.
"I bet she was amazing."
"She was perfect. Perhaps that's why I was not worthy to share a mark with her."
At this point, you were used to his words, how they praise her, how they degrade you.
"You're pretty great too, Zhongli..."
Faith places identical marks on the necks of two soulmates, and the rest is a romantic story of the passion that builds up as people pursue their marks of love.
Fate is cruel to you and him.
"That mark is not for you, Y/N." The Geo Archon says to you, tearing you apart silently, as you stand and take his words.
His heart quivers despite the harsh words coming from his own mouth. Even after millennia of having the mark engraved on his neck, after concluding that maybe he would allow your little seed to prosper even just for a bit, he still chooses to cling onto his hopeless past.
Tears fall down from your eyes, but you remain quiet, only nodding in agreement.
You loathed the mark on your neck.
...
Zhongli opens the cage of his heart a little, allowing him to peak at the small sprout from the seed you planted.
So distinctly you, it was the only thing he has of you.
After letting you leave him at Guizhong's monument with tears still staining your face, he couldn't help but miss you.
He couldn't help but let you finally take your place in his heart, after so long of hating his soulmark, hating whoever the mark tied him to, he fears he has finally accepted faith.
...
"Where is it?" He grips your arm harshly, his hold not faltering as you try to shake him off. His gaze was cold, yet you could still catch the hint of alarm in his eyes. "What have you done?"
After weeks... you return to him... missing something.
You winced at the stress of his words, feeling frightened under his tense hold. "I..." His bruising grip didn't falter, urging you to explain yourself. "S-Surprise...?"
"You..." Zhongli looks at you in disbelief. "How stupid could you be?"
"M-Mr. Zhongli... it's a blessing of the Anemo Archon... I prayed for him set us free from fate."
"Y/N... I..." He was at a loss for words, his heart ached as his eyes searched your neck in vain. "Fate... going against it is painful. It must've been excruciating."
"It was... but this if for you, Zhongli..." You smiled, feeling him loosen his grip. "Because I love... loved you." You fully free yourself from him, rubbing at where he previously held you.
The wind around him picked up, and he hears the faint whispers of an old friend along with it. Whispers of comfort, as he clearly ruined what would have been the light of the rest of his days.
Your soulmark fades, but his remains...
Zhongli loathed his mark, for it bears no meaning, no one but him bears that mark.
As you leave, trying to fade away in the background of his life, you remain under a spotlight in his eyes, for you will always be the one that shares his mark, no matter if it is visible.
~âą~âą~âą~âą~âą~âą~âą~âą~âą~âą~
What y'all think of this one? :3
I bet y'all's feelings were hurt hehe
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sex for dummies! đč đ âË â„
pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader
genre: academic rival au, rivals to lovers, smut, some angst, university au, academic rival!sunghoon, glasses!sunghoon, kinda tsundere!sunghoon, some fluff if you squint, mentions of debates
synopsis: your life seemed to be going perfectly as student body president and smartest person in your university⊠until your grades started to slip. it got worse when you have to be tutored by the student body vice president, park sunghoon, your rival and the person you hate the most. it then somehow got even worse when he ends up being your partner for your debate teamâs competition.
warnings: mean dom!sunghoon, bratty sub!reader, brat & brat tamer dynamics, unprotected sex (gasp, no!!), creampie, multiple orgasms, petnames (baby, good girl, slut), a lot of overstimulation (f. rec), slight fingering, hate sex, rough sex(?), dirty talk, exhibition(?), a lot of degradation/humiliation (f. rec), some possessiveness, some marking, theyâre arguing all the time (like all the time), manhandling, some hair pulling (f. rec), super sweet aftercare âŠ. jesus this is so filthy LMAOO
word count: 14kâmasterlist
a/n: plotting this was a wild ride but actually writing it⊠that was a whole journey⊠i didnât mean for it to be this nasty but i dunno what can you do ÂŻ\(âĄâżâĄâż) /ÂŻ hdjsbfjdnd!/;)! and iâm gonna be real with you all⊠idk shit about debates i had to google everything lmaooo i hope you enjoy! âĄ
âi certainly didnât expect this from you, y/n,â your teacher said, a look of deep disappointment on her face. âyouâre the top in all your classes, in the whole school, why are you letting your grades slip like this? is there something going on?â she put a comforting hand on your shoulder, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked between you and your latest test scores.
itâs not that they have dropped dramaticallyâlike from an A+ to a sudden D averageâbut they have been slowly going down more and more. your once perfect scores now barely making it past a ninety percent. you didnât even know why your scores were falling. you havenât felt particularly stressed and there wasnât anything going on in your personal time. maybe it was because exams were nearing closer and closer? but youâve always aced them, so that couldnât be why. maybe youâve been distracted? you felt like youâve been distracted.
you gave your teacher, mrs. yooâwho was also your debate coach, a shake of your head, âno, maâam, thereâs nothing like that. iâm not sure why theyâre slipping, but iâll work harder from here on out!â she nodded, putting the papers back into the manila folder they were in. âgood, we canât have our student body president falling behind, especially with our debate competition right around the corner and the upcoming exams! i took it upon myself to ask one of the debate team members to help tutor you.â
it was your turn for your brows to furrow, âbut, maâam, i donât need tutorinââ mrs. yoo cut you off with a deep nod and a raised hand, âi know, i know. letâs not call it tutoring⊠letâs call it⊠helping. assistancing.â as she spoke there was a knock at her classroom door and the sound of it opening. âoh! here he is!â mrs. yoo added. you had to hide the anger that wanted to make itself known at the person who walked into the classroom. with a smile and hidden smugness in his walk, park sunghoon stepped into the classroom and to you and mrs. yoo.
you didnât miss the way his stare mocked you, the slight upturn in the corner of his mouth. mrs. yoo gave sunghoon a warm smile, ây/n, iâm sure you know sunghoon, the student body vice president!â it took everything in you to twist the corners of your mouth into a polite smile. âof course, i know him well!â you said as you turned to him. oh, you knew him well alright. knew how good and well you hated every inch of him. knew well how infuriating he was, especially since he noticed your grades slipping. knew well every snide remark he would make about how he was ahead of you, smarter than you, better than you.
sunghoon pushed the frames of his glasses up his nose bridge, his smile widening at you. you could read his expression, how the mighty fall. you were sure him âtutoringâ you until your grades got to how they were before would fuel him for lifetimes to come.
sunghoon nodded at you, his attention turning back to mrs. yoo, but the smugness in his smile never leaving. âheâll be assisting you until youâre back on your feet. the meetups will be on your time, so discuss that amongst yourselves. iâll be checking up on the two of you here and there for updates on how the process is going,â mrs. yoo said, giving the two of you one final look. âoh! and before i forgetâthe two of you are teammates for the debate competition. your president should be holding a meeting about it all, so the two of you can work on that as well!â mrs. yoo added, giving the both of you a bright smile.
just when you thought things couldnât get worse today, you now have to be his teammate? your blood boiled inside and you so badly wanted to wipe the smug grin off of sunghoonâs face. giving your teacher a forced smile and a nod, you turned to leave the room with sunghoon hot on your trail.
âdidnât you say that you were the smartest here?â sunghoon asked you, coming around you to face you and making you stop in your tracks in the middle of the hallway. the polite facade had dropped and smugness reeked from him. he crossed his arms over his chest, cooing sarcastically, âis the student body president falling down a couple notches? do i have to step in for you?â you scoffed and rolled your eyes as you pushed past him, âi donât need help, especially not from the likes of you.â
sunghoon fell smoothly into step beside you and you cursed him in your head for his long legs. âseems like you do if iâm being begged to help you,â sunghoon remarked. he moved in front of you again, leaning against the archway before the exit of the building to block your path. âjust try not to drag me down with you. i donât need my scores being effected by fucking idiots, and i donât need to waste my time tutoring them either. meet me in the library tomorrow after the debate meeting so i can get this over with.â sunghoon swiftly turned and exited, leaving you fuming in the archway still.
slamming the exit door open, you furiously scanned your surroundings to see that sunghoon was already gone. groaning loudly, you stormed off to where your car was. you hated him. hated all of his stupid little remarks and snide comments. hated all his taunting in and out of classes. you hated how he thought he was better than you when everything stated that you were better than him. sure, your grades may be a bit on the lower side right now, but you were still the smartest in your university. still student body presidentâeven if the title didnât really mean much in regards to power, you still fucking had it, while he was vice president.
and now you had to be his debate partner. now the two of you have to spend even more time together than you want to, writing your speeches around the otherâs and making sure nothing coincides. it felt like your life was beginning to slip through your fingers. what was happening?
your foot tapped in an annoyed rhythm as you checked the time on your phone again. sunghoon was late. you didnât know howâyou both left the meeting at the same time. at the sound of approaching footsteps, you looked up, a sneer on your face. âwhat the fuck took you so long? youâre wasting my time,â you spoke at sunghoonâs approaching figure.
sunghoon gave you a lame grin, âi was reserving a study room... and we both know you have nowhere else to be.â he made his way past you, not even stopping his stride, and you followed behind him. he looked back for a moment and added, âexcept for below the ranks.â you scoffed at him as he turned into the study room.
âthe only one who will be falling in the ranks is you after these exams,â you shot back, throwing your stuff onto the table and sitting down in one of the seats heavily. sunghoon raised his eyebrows, pressing his his lips into a tight-lipped smile, âtell me that when iâm not the one tutoring you right now.â you huffed in annoyance as you got your books from your bag.
the triumphant smirk didnât leave his face the entire time he walked you through all the portions of the subjects you were falling behind inâwhich you barely needed his help with since you knew them so well already. âso now do you understand why they canât intersect?â sunghoon asked slowly, staring at you behind wide wire frames with slightly wide eyes. he spoke to you as if speaking to a child who didnât know that the sky was blue.
âim not fucking stupid, the concept is easy,â you spat, leg shaking underneath the table that you leaned onto, your head resting on your hand in annoyance. sunghoon shrugged a little, âapparently not!â with a roll of your eyes, you closed your textbook with a little hostility. flipping your notebook back to the front and sliding the books back into your bag, you said, âthatâs enough for today.â
sunghoon snickered and cooed, âis the dummy too fried? i can dumb it down more for you!â you stopped your motions to give him a sharp glare. âsame time tomorrow, asshole,â you stated as you swung your bag over your shoulder. sunghoon leaned back in the chair across from you, his arms crossing against his chest and exposing his bare arms from his rolled up sleeves. he shook his head, âno. busy.â
you exhaled deeply at the simplified sentence. âi donât care,â you replied as you turned towards the door. âcancel,â you added, and walked out. out the corner of your eye, you could see the smile on sunghoonâs face.
for the rest of the week, you met up with sunghoon for your âtutoringâ sessions. they were always in the same study room in the back of the library that was less occupied, âi donât need anyone seeing me with someone like you,â sunghoon had said.
sunghoon slapped a packet onto the table in front of your seat as you took your bag and coat off. except for your first session, he was always here before you.
you looked at him with a raised brow, âwhat is that?â sunghoon tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes slightly, âme giving you the pleasure of a mock-up exam. made just for you, aren't i so sweet?â a large smile that showed his teeth appeared at the end of his sentence. scoffing as you took the seat across from him, you slide the packet over to you and flipped through it.
âcomplete it, and iâll grade you. you may begin,â sunghoon said and pulled out his phone as he got comfortable in his seat. âgrade me?â you laughed incredulously. who did he think he was? âthatâs what i said,â he replied, not bothering to look up from his phone. âyouâre not my teacher!â you exclaimed and just as quickly sunghoon replied, âi am right now.â
sighing scornfully, you flicked the page of the packet over, the loud sound making sunghoon raise an eyebrow but not his eyes. you rolled your eyes and threw the packet back on the table as you got out a pen. âthis is ridiculous,â you muttered as you looked over the first question. âi know trying to sweet talk the teacher usually works in movies, but thatâs not going to work here,â sunghoon spoke as he glanced up from his phone at your constant complaints.
âi didn't waste my time making the mock-up for you not to complete it,â he added. your jaw hung open and you clenched your hands into fists. âyou wish i wanted to fuck you for extra credit right now,â you shot at him with a raise of your eyebrow. sunghoon just gave you a pity laugh as he turned his attention back to his phone, âyou wish you could fuck me. sorry, babe, iâm too high up for you to touch.â
the next session he slapped the graded mock-up onto the table as you walked in. instead of sitting in his usual seat, he was sitting against the table on the side nearest to the door. âyouâre wasting my time. why do you still show up if youâre not improving?â sunghoon said as he rose to his feet, annoyed. you took the packet and looked at the grade he gave you and turned to him in confusion. âwhat are you talking about? this is an A+!â he narrowed his eyes slightly at you, âand itâs not good enough, did you hear what i said? you claim you're so much smarter than me, yet your score isnât even touching mine.
you scoffed as you threw the mock-up exam on the table next to you. âletâs see your score then!â you replied, raising your arms in the air and letting them fall to slap against your thighs heavily. âwhat did i tell you yesterday about the movies? we have a test coming up and i bet youâll fail. are you seriously this dumb?â sunghoon said, shaking his head with furrowed brows.
he couldnât be serious right now. you sarcastically nodded, turning away. âyeah⊠why donât you unzip your pants and i can suck you off for a higher score?â you asked, turning back to him with a tilt of your head and your eyebrows raised. sunghoon laughed wryly, âyou wouldnât even be able to handle it⊠you canât even handle the simple questions i give you. what makes you think you could handle my dick down your throat?â
âwell, pull it out and we can see for ourselves!â you said loudly as you crossed your arms. the two of you breathed heavily, anger coming off of you in waves as the tension in the room grew thicker and thicker. a long moment of silence spanned between the both of you as you glared at each other, daring the other to stand down.
sunghoon shook his head to himself ever so slightly before taking one long stride and closing the distance between the two of you. he pushed you up against the wall behind you and his lips were suddenly on yours. your mouth opened in a slight groan and he slid his tongue inside your mouth as your arms raised to wrap around his neck to pull him closer. sunghoonâs hands fell to your hips and he pressed you tighter against the wall.
your tongues battled each other for dominance as you kissed each other desperately. your fingers tugged the ends of his hair and the motion caused him to let out a low moan. sunghoon gripped the jacket you wore at your hips and you could feel the growing bulge against his pants, the kiss turning sloppy.
a small whimper escaped your lips and that broke you out of your fog and made you realize just whose lips are on yours. you push sunghoon off of you, causing him to stumble backwards a little, as you take heavy breaths against the wall. sunghoonâs hands are clenched into tight, white knuckled fists near his sides and his glasses had fell down his nose. his chest rises and falls heavily with his labored breathing. the two of you stare at each other with wide eyes, slight shock and horror flowing through the both of you andânow sexualâtension suffocating you.
you licked your now plumped lips and sunghoonâs eyes followed the motion. silently, you grabbed your bag and walked out the door of the study room. you walked through the library as quickly as you could, not wanting to spend another moment in the same place as him after what had just occurred. not wanting to look at him and kiss him again.
to say your next couple session were awkward and tense would be an understatement. you had thought about not even showing up, but you didnât want mrs. yoo to be on your case. you and sunghoon had barely spoken to each other at all, not even your usual remarks here and there. either he would give you another mock-up test and you would fill it out and he would grade it the next session, or the two of you would be on opposite sides of the table with your laptops opened, working on your speeches. the most communication the two of you had was when one of you would spin your laptop around with a raised eyebrow to make sure you were both on the same page with your speeches.
you couldnât stop thinking about his lips on yours, the need in the way he kissed you. why did he do that? and why would you kiss him back? clearly, you werenât in your right mind. you would leave your sessions early, the tension in the air so thick you just had to get out of the small study room.
âi hope everything is going well?â mrs. yoo asked the both of you after class. you glanced over to sunghoon who stood next to you near your teacherâs desk. a big smile was suddenly plastered across his face, âeverythingâs going great! y/n is really improving!â you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. mrs. yooâs face lit up, clearly charmed by the resident golden boy of your university, âthatâs wonderful! iâm curious to see how youâll score on tomorrowâs test!â mrs. yoo turned to you, a warm and encouraging smile on her face. âiâm curious too!â you exclaimed as you smiled back.
you and sunghoon walked to the library study room in silence. it was starting to wear at your mind and you couldnât take it anymore. âi thought you said i was gonna fail?â you asked, turning to sunghoon with raised eyebrows. his hands were buried deep in his pant pockets as he turned to you, âyou are.â rolling your eyes as you opened the study room door, you sat your stuff down while taking your jacket off and turned your attention back to him. âso then why didnât you say that to mrs. yoo? trying to protect my feelings?â you cooed as you mockingly put a hand to your heart.
it was sunghoonâs turn to roll his eyes, âsomehow your score keeps dropping. do you have worms for brains or are you not taking this seriously?â he shut the door and sat his bag on the empty chair next to the one he usually sits in. you walked up to him and trailed a finger down his chest. âoh, iâm taking this very seriously,â you replied overly flirtatious, not being able to help the slight laugh that escaped your lips at the end.
sunghoon pushed your finger off of him. âif youâre not gonna take my grading seriously then you can tell mrs. yoo why youâre gonna fail her class and be dropped to the lower ranks. you can also tell her how youâll lose your title as president and how itâll go to me.â he said with his signature smug smirk. you just laughed more, it was so easy to get him annoyed.
you leaned on the table towards his standing figure, giving him your best bedroom eyes, âyou can grade me in something else, mr. presidentâŠâ sunghoon gave you an incredulous look and was quiet. it was hard to stifle your laugh at his reaction. sunghoon sighed deeply, squeezing the area between his eyes and he shut them tightly. âfineâŠâ he muttered and it was so low that you barely heard him. you leaned towards him further with a smile, âwhat was that?â
what you didnât expect was to be pushed up against the wall again, sunghoonâs lips on yours hungrily. âiâll grade you on how well you please me,â he said against your lips as he pinned your arms above your head. you caught your breath and replied, âi bet iâll get an A+!â your blouse was then being pulled over your head, leaving you in your bra. your eyes caught the large square window that looked into the room and you were suddenly glad that nobody really came back here.
sunghoonâs lips were back on yours and you jolted at the cold touch of his fingers at the hem of your panties under the skirt you were wearing. âtake these off,â he demanded breathlessly, pulling them down a little. your fingers overtook his and you did what you were told as sunghoon pulled his shirt off and started to unbuckle his belt. shivering from the cold air of the room, you pulled sunghoon back towards you for a kiss as your hands worked at the buttons of his pants once his belt was off.
you were dripping with need as he pushed your hands away and broke your kiss so he could take his pants and boxers off. your eyes fell down to his large cock with wide eyes. âlike what you see?â sunghoon smirked as he grabbed your arm and moved you to the table.
he instructed you to take your bra off as he harshly pulled down your skirt. never in a million years would you think that you would ever be completely bare in front of park sunghoon and he would be completely bare in front of you. never in a million years would you think that he would be pushing you up onto the edge of the table, his hard cock brushing against your clit, as he spread your legs so your wet pussy was on full display for him.
sunghoon trailed the wetness with his thumb, causing you to jolt. he chuckled a little giving you a mocking sad face, âi barely even touched you⊠i thought you could handle it?â you glared at him and shut your legs, shifting them to the side. âsays the one who was so desperate to get me naked,â you scoffed. âi could say the same about you,â sunghoon replied as he gripped one of your knees to open your legs again.
when you opened your mouth to retort, he pressed his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss to shut you up. âyouâre a good girl, arenât you?â sunghoon asked against them and chased your lips when you tried to pull away. all you could do was nod in slight annoyance. you gasped when his fingers entered you and he started to pump them in and out. âthen shut up and take my cock like one.â
sunghoon removed his fingers after a couple moments and spread your wetness over your clit. your back arched as a moan escaped you lips. smiling, sunghoon pulled away and lined his cock with your entrance. you gripped onto his biceps as he slowly started to push himself inside you, his hair falling over his glasses as he looked down.
âi hate you,â you finally spat back at him. he glanced up after bottoming out, letting out a heavy breath. you glared sharply at him. it was the only thing you could think to do to distract yourself from how full of him you felt, to stop yourself from grinding your hips towards his. sunghoon rested his hands on your knees, squeezing them slightly. he cocked his head to the side and teasingly asked, âdo you? the way youâre clenching around me right now says otherwise.â
without warning, sunghoon started rolling his hips at a fast pace. your nails dug into his biceps as your brows knitted together from the pleasure. âfuckâŠâ sunghoon muttered as he closed his eyes and threw his head back with an open mouth. âyou donât fucking know what you do to me. i imagined doing this every time you opened up that stupid little mouth of yours.â
you whined at his relentless pace, and had to sit back on your hands with a heavy breath. âlikeâlike you ever couldâŠâ you moaned out. you were well aware that he was doing just that right now, but you didnât care. you just wanted a reaction out of him. sunghoon looked down at you with a stupid grin, his hand moved from your knee to rub circles onto your clit with his thumb, âbaby, what do you think iâm doing right now? i know you arenât this dumbâŠâ
you took your lip between your teeth to stop the moan that wanted to desperately come out of you. ât-this is nothing⊠this is me doing you a favor,â you whimpered, squirming at his fast circles. sunghoon laughed arrogantly, the loud sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room, âa favor? please. you were so eager for my cock like the little slut that you are that it was all you talked about since we started these fucking sessions.â
your body twitched as the knot in your stomach got tighter. sunghoon put the hand that wasnât circling your clit behind your head to pull you to him, looking at you with blown out wide eyes and an intensely strange type of hunger. pulling your head back by your hair, his lips crashed onto yours sloppily. moaning against his lips loudly, you felt your walls clench around his hard cock tighter.
sunghoon let out a low grunt, pulling away from you and squeezing his eyes shut. it was a miracle nobody had come back to the study room yet. he was fucking you so hard that the table shook with every thrust and the chairs rattled. the sound of your moans and skin slapping together along with the wet sounds from his cock inside you should raise some warning bells. if you were in your right state of mind right now you wouldnât be doing this at all.
your legs started to tremble and your whimpers got louder. you tried to push sunghoonâs hand away from your clit but all he did was swat away your attempt. âno. you get what you ask for, my stupid little slut. this pussy is mine until iâm finished with it,â sunghoon said lowly and kissed you, thrusting faster. you moaned against his lips and tried to still your heavy breathing, but to no use.
sunghoon pulled away, his teeth biting your lip briefly, when you tried to squeeze your legs together. âwhat did i just fucking tell you?â he spat as he harshly pushed your legs apart again.
you barely even heard his words, too busy with the sweet relief of his hands off your throbbing and sensitive clit. the way his thrusts slowed. ât-too muchâŠâ you trailed, crying out when his pace picked up again. his hand was back at your clit again, fast circles sending you over the edge as your back arched more and you gripped his shoulders for support. you buried your face into his bare neck as loud whimpers flew out of you.
âshhâŠâ sunghoon shushed lowly in your ear. for a second, you thought he was gonna be sweet until he harshly added, âkeep quiet before someone hears us and we both get in trouble. donât wanna ruin that good girl image you have now, do you?â you cut off another whimper with the bite of your lip. you were sure to draw blood with how hard your teeth were biting down.
âthatâs my good girl,â sunghoon soothed, pulling your head back. he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips as he looked down at you through the frames of his glasses. you avoided his eyes, shutting yours tightly altogether with knitted brows as the band finally snapped and you came around him, your body twitching. you could just hear the smug smirk in his voice when sunghoon suddenly said, âiâll stop when you beg me to.â
your eyes flew open and your grip on his shoulders tightened. how was he not a mess from all of this like you were? how could he still ram his cock in and out of you, fingers rubbing fast against your clit, with your mixed release and arousal making everything so slick without a single tremor in his voice? you stared at him with the most furious look you could muster, ân-never.â sunghoonâs smirk widened. âyouâll be too stupid on my cock that you wonât even think twice,â he replied.
sunghoon pulled out of you, letting out the first moan youâve heard from him as you pulsated around him. âfuckâŠâ he breathed as he watched your cum drip out of you. your head fell back as you breathed deeply through your nose, legs still shaking. sunghoon grabbed your arms and pulled you off the table. you wobbled tremendously as your feet hit the floor and you had to hold onto sunghoon for support. he spun you and pushed you down hard on the table, sticking his cock back inside you.
he held your shaking hips steady with firm hands as he pounded into you from behind. sunghoon mustâve been close, because he was letting his moans out more freely. âfuck, y/n⊠your pussy feels so good around my cock,â he whimpered. the overstimulation had your fists clenching and whines leaving your lips. âf-fuck you, s-sunghoon,â you murmured and looked back at him. with another moan, you came around his length again.
with a stuttered laugh, sunghoon lifted you up against his chest and your head fell back to rest against him. his arm wrapped around your breasts and your lower stomach, holding you tight to him as his cock thrusted deeper into you. your eyes fluttered open to look up at him. sunghoon pecked the side of your mouth, âyou are, baby.â
his lips fell down to your neck and he began sucking marks onto it, making you shiver. âwhen iâm done, everyone will know who you belong to,â sunghoon whispered lowly in your ear. he groaned and buried his head into your neck as he came undone inside of you. you whimpered at the feeling of being so full, sunghoonâs low whines in your ear, and the fact that he just didnât stop. even after he came.
you felt the cum dripping down your thighs and for once in your entire life, you were grateful for sunghoon. if he wasnât holding you so tightly to him you wouldâve fell over. âs-sunghoonâŠâ you whined just before he brought his lips to yours. he hummed against your lips, a smile spreading. you didnât want to beg, you refused to beg, but the pornographic sounds emitting from your two bodies and the waves of pleasure flowing through your body were making you extremely hazy.
âsunghoonâŠâ you whined again against his lips. he kissed you slowly, which was a contrast to how fast he was fucking into you right now. âi already told you what to do,â he replied before going back to kissing you. you shook your head, you didnât want to. whimpering as you came once again, you whispered âp-pleaseâŠâ against his lips.
pulling away and chuckling lowly, sunghoon said, âplease what, baby?â you scrunched your face up. you just couldnât believe that he was making you beg and you just couldnât believe you were actually about to do it. âplease⊠itâs t-too much. p-please stop!â you begged him. placing another slow kiss against your lips, which he made sure to drag out with a smirk, he leaned you against the table to pull out.
your legs trembled and your walls clenched around nothing at the sudden feeling of emptiness. you fell onto the table for support as your chest rose and fell hard. vaguely, you could hear sunghoon moving around behind you, but you could barely keep your eyes open right now.
you felt gentle hands pulling you up and turning you around. âlay back on the table,â sunghoon said softly, tissues in hand. you didnât have it in you to argue so you did what you were told. you felt him wiping between your legs and squirmed and jolted at his touch with how sensitive you were. at least the coldness of the table helped provide you comfort against your burning skin.
sunghoon grabbed your waist and helped you sit up. at some point he had grabbed your blouse, which he was now putting above your head after helping you with your bra. there was silence in the air as he got you off the table to put the rest of your clothes on, but it wasnât a heavy silence, it was actually a comfortable one.
once you were all dressed and sitting in a chair with your coat on, he put the rest of his clothes back on too since he was only in his boxers. he outstretched his arm once he was done for you to take and you stood up with wobbly knees to grab it. âwhy are you being so nice to me?â you asked him quietly, more genuinely curious than suspicious. he swung your bag over his other shoulder, âi just overstimulated the shit out of you, itâs the least i could do.â
after making sure the two of you had everything, he then added, âor call it post nut clarity⊠i donât really care.â you rolled your eyes at him as he led you through the library. both of your names were suddenly called and you heard approaching footsteps. turning in unison, a confused look on your face, you saw as your debate team president ran up to you.
she looked over the two of you, your intertwined arms, your closeness, and the fact that sunghoon was carrying your things with a shocked smile. âoh! you two have gotten close!â she remarked. you gave her a polite smile, your nose scrunching slightly to speak but sunghoon beat you to it, âshe was having a hard time and i was around, so iâm just helping her out!â
you so badly wanted to glare at him for the double meaning of his words but didnât want to give away what had just happened in one of the study rooms. âoh no, what happened?â your debate president asked, her brows drawing together with worry. âsheâs overstimulated,â sunghoon smiled and your eyes widened as you glanced at him. âitâs been a long dayâŠâ you quickly added, cheeks heating up as you ignored the smile on sunghoonâs face. âyou know, all the fluorescent lights and everythingâŠâ your president nodded, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder as she wished the both of you well.
once you were out of the library, you harshly nudged sunghoon, which didnât really do much but make you stumble. âyou fucking asshole! why would you say that!â you whisper-yelled, looking around you to make sure none of the students passing by heard. sunghoon beamed, laughing loudly, âitâs not my fault you thought of it that way!â
throughout the test, you kept looking across the room at sunghoon. you wanted to walk over and laugh in his face. this test was absolutely easy, even easier than before. you were going to pass this test with flying colors and score above whatever sunghoon gets. you were giddy with excitement to brag in his face.
at the end when all the tests were collected, you looked over at sunghoon again only to find him already looking at you. his head was resting in his hand and he looked slightly spaced out, but when your gaze met his he straightened and cocked his head to the side while raising an eyebrow. âA+, asshole!â you mouthed with a wide smug smile. sunghoon shook his head with the ghost of a smirk and mouthed, âyou wish.â
âwhen did the two of you start dating?â you heard your debate team president say as she came up to you, leaning next to where you sat. you turned to her with a confused upraised brow. âwhat are you talking about? we arenât dating,â you gave a shocked laugh. is she serious? you dating sunghoon of all people? please. you had standards. letting him fuck you was more than enough.
your president looked at you with complete surprise, âyou arenât? ohâŠâ you laughed again as you packed up your things. âyou two would make a cute couple!â she smiled. you rapidly shook your head and scrunched your face up at her comment, hanging your bag off your shoulder, âhe wishes.â your president laughed, giving you a look, as she turned to leave.
you started to walk after her but felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you back, keeping you in the empty classroom. turning with your eyebrows raised, you gave sunghoon an annoyed expectant look. âhow was the test, dumbass? too hard for you?â he pouted and you scoffed at him, crossing your arms over your chest. âitâs gonna be so good to watch your face fall when you see iâve gotten a better score than you!â you exclaimed and then moved to walk out of the class.
sunghoon followed behind you, âoh, please! i already told you your scores arenât even touching mine in the slightest. keep dreaming.â you pushed the door open to the building and the afternoon breeze brushed against you. walking towards the direction of the library, you said, âyet i can guarantee you i passed that test with flying colors!â sunghoon just scoffed and the two of you walked the short distance to the library in silence.
when you pushed open the study room, you sat your stuff down and got your laptop out to finish working on your debate speech. the competition was in a couple days and you still had half of your speech to write and make sure was absolutely perfect. âso, what is my grade? A+? i bet it is,â you asked, looking up at him from your seated position as he pulled his laptop out across from you. sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows at you, pushing his hair out of the frames of his glasses. âyesterdayâŠ? and you say iâm the idiot,â you added, muttering the last part.
sunghoon mockingly thought for a second before swiftly replying, âiâd give you a D-.â you scoffed, âa D-? youâre such a liar.â he shrugged, clicking some keys on his laptop in front of him. âyou sucked, but it was what i expected from someone of the likes of you,â sunghoon replied.
âyou werenât saying that when you were moaning over how good my pussy felt,â you smirked at him with a triumphant raise of your brow. âcouldnât even keep your lips off of me! hm⊠iâd give you an F average.â sunghoon snorted, âyou werenât saying that when my cock was deep inside you and you kept cumming around me.â
your eyes narrowed at him and you felt your face heat ever so slightly, âonly because you were overstimulating me! of course i was gonna cum! then you wouldnât stop or slow down!â sunghoon leaned forward onto the table on his elbows, a devious smirk playing on his lips. âdonât act like you didnât fucking love it like the little slut that you are,â he said lowly. you leaned forward too, using his own smirk against him, âonly if you stop acting like you donât want to strip me naked right now and fuck me again.â
âyeah, only so youâll stop acting like a fucking brat,â sunghoon replied. you smirk grew into a flirtatious smile, âawe, you wanna kiss me so bad!â sunghoon rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his laptop and you smiled widely before doing the same.
after about an hour of working on your speeches and cross checking them with each other, your laptop dinged with a notification that your test was graded. âtest scores are out!â you exclaimed, hurriedly clicking on the notification to take you to your gradebook. out the corner of your eye you saw sunghoon lean into his laptop.
â98.75,â sunghoon said. you jumped to your feet in celebration, â99.25, fucker!â you then leaned over your laptop towards him so your face was only a short distance from his. âsuck. on. that!â you exclaimed, smugness dripping from your voice. âmiss me! miss me! now you gotta kiss me!â you then teased, tilting your head back and forth at him. sunghoon got up from his seat slightly and leaned towards you until your faces were just inches apart. ânow everytime you get a high score youâre gonna think of me fucking the shit out of you. right on this table. congrats!â
sunghoon pressed a kiss to your lips before going back to his speech. you stood there for a quick moment completely stunned as your face heated. sunghoon didnât even glance back up at you or anything. he was completely focused on his speech, eyes trailing the lines on the screen. âfuck you,â you mumbled, going back to your speech with annoyance flowing into you. âthink youâd be able to handle it again?â he replied smoothly, eyes never leaving his screen.
your debate team competition was tomorrow and you were so thankful that you managed to perfect your speech a couple days before. you were also thankful that you no longer had to be âtutoredâ by sunghoon since your grades were back to what they once were. though, you were not thankful that you still had to spend more time with him. that would all end soon though, thankfully.
stepping onto the bus that your debate team president somehow managed to secure, you made your way towards the middle of the bus and chose a seat at random. there weren't a whole lot of people on the debate team, so it was a small bus. you scooted towards the window and leaned your head against it, staring out at the parking lot of your campus.
the location at which the competition was being held and where your hotel was wasn't that far away. maybe a two or three hour drive from your university? either way, you felt exhausted and all you were excited to do was sleep the ride away.
turning, you watched your members file into the small bus, laughing and chatting away amongst each other. your eyes couldnât help but trail sunghoon as he stepped onto the bus and the sun reflected off his glasses, catching your attention. his eyes immediately found yours and the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. you rolled your eyes and looked away, finding the seat in front of you way more interesting.
you looked back over to him when you saw him getting closer. he sat in the seat ahead of you on the opposite side of the bus. leaning against the window and throwing his feet up onto the rest of the seat, he looked over at you over the rims of his glasses. âlike what you see?â he mouthed and you rolled your eyes again, ignoring how his words brought up memories of the two of you fucking, and continued to stare.
sunghoon pulled out his phone and started scrolling on it for a little bit. he mustâve felt you still staring at him, lids droopy, because he glanced back up at you. âsleepy?â he mouth and then pouted, doing a fake crying motion. you didnât have the energy to shoot something back at him so all you did was nod, lids fluttering closed for a second. âso go to sleep,â he mouthed.
you sighed deeply and glanced around the bus. the bus was quiet besides the sounds of wheels going over concrete and the occasional rattling of the things on the bus. majority of your members were either asleep or on their way to it, and mrs. yoo was asleep as soon as she got comfortable in her seat at the front. âcanât,â you mouthed to sunghoon, followed by a shrug.
even though you were dead tired, for some reason your eyes just wouldnât close besides the occasional flutter. you watched as sunghoon sighed lightly before moving over to your seat. he sat his bag down on his lap, patting it down a little, and turned towards you. you looked back at him, confusion clear in your eyes. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you towards his lap, insinuating that you rested your head on his bag.
shifting a little so you were more comfortable, you laid your head on his bag. sunghoonâs arm laid across the side of your waist and his hand rubbed soothing circles into it. âdonât think this is because i like you,â he whispered to you. you looked up at him. âmhm⊠and you wanna kiss me,â you quietly muttered, sleep heavy on your tone.
âyou want me to kiss you again,â sunghoon quietly shot back. your eyes drooped shut as you replied, âmhm⊠sure do.â sunghoonâs hand moved from your waist to your face as he turned it so you were facing him again. he leaned down and his lips met yours in a slow and sweet kiss. when he pulled away, he whispered with no punch, âyou get what you ask for, idiot.â you just hummed, already half asleep as he continued to rub soothing circles onto the side of your waist.
at some point, probably immediately after sunghoon had kissed you, you had fallen asleep. itâs quite surprising how easily you were able to simply from laying your head in his lap. when you woke up, the sun was setting and the streaks of pink and orange greeted you. you were still facing sunghoon a little, and you could see how he was fast asleep.
his hand was still across your waist, and you had to gently and slowly move it to his lap so you could sit up without waking him. the whole bus seemed to still be asleep, except for the bus driver, and you checked your phone to see that there was still about forty minutes until you reached your hotel. turning back to sunghoon, you giggled lightly to yourself at how his head leaned back on the seat as he slept. slowly you took his glasses off his face and put them on yours.
poking his cheek, you had to stifle your laugh as he jolted slightly. you stared at him with a dumb smile on your face as his eyes fluttered open and he blinked rapidly for a moment. he straightened, his eyes finding yours with a ghost of a smile on his mouth. âdamn your vision fucking sucks,â you immediately said, your voice low not to wake anyone.
his vision actually wasnât that bad, only slightly blurry for you, but you could still see out of his glasses just fine. âno shit sherlock,â sunghoon replied. âwhat do you think i need glasses for? and my vision isnât even that bad, i can still see fine without them.â it was just so funny to tease him and see what his reaction will be. you couldnât resist doing it, especially not when he would always deliver.
you started dramatically posing with his glasses, trying to keep the smile from growing on your face. âdo you think your glasses are the look for me?â you playfully asked him. âdo i look beautiful?â immediately sunghoon replied, âno, you look hideous.â he took his glasses back from you and put them back on his own face, his eyebrow raising at you after.
you let out a quiet laugh and wrapped your arms around his neck. you then countered, âawe, baby, you think iâm so beautiful? you wanna kiss me again?â you pouted your lips as you waited for his answer. sunghoon just rolled his eyes. âtotallyâŠâ he whispered, placing his hands on your waist. âi definietly do.â
smirking slightly, you leaned in and kissed him just as slow and sweet as he did to you earlier. only this time, you deepened it. you could practically feel sunghoonâs shock coming off of him in waves and it made you smile into the kiss. you pulled away suddenly, a playful smile on your lips, âyou get what you ask for!â you then gasped lightly and whispered really low, a hand over your mouth, ânot here, nasty! thereâs people around!â when he tried to kiss you again.
you tried to move your arms from his neck and turn away but sunghoon pulled you closer to him. ânuh uhâŠâ he muttered his lips pressing to yours for a chaste kiss. âthat didnât bother you before in the study room,â he whispered close to your ear sensually. your face heated as he pressed another kiss to your lips. âdidnât bother you when we were shaking the table and your moans could be heard across campus,â he whispered in your other ear before pressing sweet kisses to your neck. you had to resist the urge to moan as you glanced around the bus to see everyone still sleeping, your face on fire.
the marks from his lips on your neck the last time has just started to almost completely disappear. you had to wear turtlenecks or keep your scarf on during the day, whichâthankfullyâthe weather outside was chilly. âgo back to your original seat,â you replied, pushing his head away from your neck. you pushed at his chest but he didnât budge. âor what?â he challenged eyes boring into yours.
you rolled your eyes and tried to scoot as far from him as his hands pulling you towards him would allow. âwe both know whoâs in charge here,â he spoke quietly, lips on your jaw when you turned your face away from him. âand we both know i have more than enough reasons to punish you.â his breath fanning on your skin sent a shiver down your spine and it made sunghoon chuckle.
sunghoon guided your face back to his with the tip of his finger. he gave you another slow kiss before breaking away with a smug smirk and grabbing his bag to move back to his original seat. you breathed heavily and tried to still your rapidly beating heart. every moment you spent with him was always filled with such intensity, such tension that by the end of it you felt like you ran a marathon while holding your breath the entire time.
you glanced at him to see that he was leaned back against his window towards you, arms crossed in his lap, his hair over his glasses slightly and eyes shut. you stared at him for a moment as your heart rate increased more. how did he always manage to make you feel like this?
shaking your head at the thought, you watched as his chest rose and fell until he was asleep again. you didnât have anything better to do, and you werenât tired, so you watched him until more people started to wake and it was almost time to get your suitcases from the back of the bus to go into your hotel.
âare you sure you donât want to go to the pre-competition party?â your debate team president, and hotel roommate, asks while half her body is wrapped around the door to your room. a couple of your other members are outside the room waiting for her. âiâm fine! truly, i am. iâm really tired and just want to head to bed early,â you tell her, lying through your teeth. âgo have fun! donât stay out too late!â she laughs and responds before stepping out, âcanât say that i wonât!â
you sigh as the door closes and the keycard lock clicks into place. dropping onto your bed for the night, you stare up at the ceiling as thoughts of sunghoon flow through your mind. thatâs what you really wanted to stay in for. heâs been in your mind a lot recently, and not just of the occasional thoughts of how much you hated him.
do you even still hate him? you didnât know. the relationship between the two of you was all over the place, lines blurred everywhere. you hate each other, but the two of you have slept togetherâand you donât even know if you could label it as hate sex at this point. you hate each other, but occasionally sunghoon kisses you, and today you kissed him?
what makes you even more confused, and shocks you to your core, is the fact that you donât seem to mind the weird relationship you and sunghoon have. in fact, you actually kind of like it. it makes you look over all of your interactions with brand new eyes. youâre ripped out of your thoughts by a knock at your door. sliding from the bed, you walk over to the door and open it, only to be faced with the person running rampid in your thoughts himself.
sunghoon had his laptop in his hand and he looked at you expectantly. wordless, and still a little in your thoughts, you move to the side to let him in. âwhat are you doing here?â you ask him. sunghoon waved his laptop in the air as he got settled at the desk in your hotel room. âwe need to go over our speeches one last time before the competition tomorrow,â he replied.
a smug smile graced your features and you boasted, âiâm already finished with mine! must be because youâre so inferior to me that you arenât!â sunghoon snorted, âthese are just revisions, i finished mine a week ago. canât say the same for you, unfortunately. iâm not the the one who was feverishly scrambling to finish my speech two days before the competition.â you rolled your eyes even though his back was to you. you completely forgot that you had finished your speech with him present at the study room. âfuck off,â you muttered.
a comfortable silence filled the room as you laid on your bed staring at the ceiling and sunghoon typed at the desk. you were bored out your mind. the music from the party outside where the pool was floated up to your ears. even being on the third floor, the music was decently loud. almost every debate team thatâll be partaking in the competition was down there.
âsunghoon,â you whined. âiâm so fucking bored can you hurry up.â you heard him chuckle, âthat just makes me want to go slower.â silence overtook the room again for a couple minutes before you whined out again. âiâm bored,â you turned to stare at sunghoonâs side profile. you just realized how pretty he was. âwhat do you want me to do about it? shut up so i can focus,â he replied.
every couple minutes you would whine about how you were bored. you could see the irritation continuously building in sunghoonâs shoulders every time you opened your mouth. at first you really were bored, but then you saw how it was annoying him and that became entertaining to you. especially when he started to just flat out ignore you.
standing from the bed, you walked over to him, running your fingers through his hair and resting your head on top of his. you whined out once again, dragging out the vowel, âsunghoon iâm bored!â you glanced down to his laptop and saw that he was basically almost done. he had only a few more paragraphs before the end. a mischievous smile curled your lips as you thought of something that would make him really annoyed.
moving to the side and leaning in front of him, you lifted your leg over his to straddle him. sunghoon let out a loud annoyed sigh as you put your hands on his shoulders. he stared at you with furrowed brows, his arms falling to his sides. you pouted, âwhat? you donât want me now?â sunghoon breathed in hard, âno, i donât.â
you grinded against him and his hands flew to your hips. âdo you really wanna get on my nerves?â he asked harshly. truthfully, besides being entertained at seeing him annoyed, you donât know why you were straddling him. why you were currently grinding against him again and his hands at your hips were holding you firmly still. you didnât know why being in his presence filled you with such an intense need that you just had to provoke him to the point where he would touch you in some way.
a playful smile started to take over your pout. sunghoon sighed deeply and scooted his chair back away from the desk a little. your smile only grew when suddenly his lips were on yours. the kiss was just as desperate as you felt and just as intense. it reminded you of the time the two of you first kissed. the desperate need that left you breathless and made you run. but you werenât running now. you wanted sunghoonâyou needed him.
grinding against him again, he sharply inhaled and pulled away from you. you could feel his growing bulge and could feel how much wetter you were getting. he moved to stand and you got off of him. your body felt of fire and you shook ever so slightly in anticipation from whatever might happen next.
sunghoon moved to your bed, âwhereâs your roommate?â he asked and looked to you. his stare was intense and emotions that you couldnât decipher swirled in his eyes. âthe party,â you replied simply. âshe wonât be back until late⊠or at all if sheâs with her boyfriend.â a shiver ran down your spine at sunghoonâs satisfied smirk.
he laid on your bed, back against the headboard with an arm behind his head, his intense eyes never leaving yours. âare you just gonna stand there like a fucking idiot or are you gonna start taking your clothes off?â he asked you in the sweetest tone youâve heard from him yet. âyou want my cock so bad? come here and ride me.â
your mouth fell open and you stuttered over what to do next. you didnât know why you were suddenly so shy. âand if i donât?â you managed to say, the confidence was leaking out of your voice. sunghoon tilted his head to the side, his eyes trailing up and down your body from across the room and heating it up even more than it was before. âthen iâll leave you here all fucking needy,â he said simply.
slowly, you started to remove each article of clothing one by one. you kept avoiding his intense eyes that never left you, especially when he lifted his hips off the bed to take his sweatpants and boxers off, hard and leaking cock on full display. you only got a brief moment of tranquility from his stare when he went to take his shirt off.
you stood completely naked in front of him. he had shifted down on the bed a little, him completely naked now too. for some reason, even thought this isnât the first time you were naked in front of him, this time felt different. you felt suddenly exposed, like the fog between the two of you had disappeared and you were seeing each other clearly for the first time. he had to feel it too, or else he wouldnât be staring at you so intently, his brows slightly knitted together.
after a moment of silence, a moment that felt like eternity with the thick tension in the air, sunghoon finally broke it. you stood with your hands intertwined together in front of you, squirming a little to find some way not to feel so exposed. your eyes were firmly on the bottom of the bed where you could just barely make sunghoon out in your peripheral vision.
âcome here,â sunghoon said softly. your eyes fluttered up to him and you moved slowly towards the bed, perching just at the end as you sat back on your knees. the room suddenly felt cold and goosebumps formed on your skin. sunghoon shifted a little so he was sitting more against the headboard again. âcloser,â he said in the same soft tone. he put his hands to his sides as his eyes trailed over your face.
you crawled towards him slowly, and immediately regretted it when you looked up at his sharp intake of breath. you straddled his thighs, his big and hard cock brushing against your stomach. sunghoon moved his hands from his sides to your waist and caught your lips in a sweet and soothing kiss.
you moved your ridgid arms from your sides to around his neck, fingers combing through the bottom of his hair. the longer you kissed sunghoon, the more you felt your nerves dissolve and the more your need for him grew. you got up on your knees and grabbed sunghoonâs cock, which made him let out a moan against your lips, and lined it to your entrance. slowly, you slid down his length until he was fully inside of you.
you did as he told you to do and started to grind your hips, pulling away from his lips to whimper at how good he felt. his long cock rubbed against your sweet spot so well and you rolled your hips faster and faster as the waves of pleasure hit you one by one.
sunghoon kissed you slowly as you came undone on top of him. he smiled against your lips as you kept pulling away to moan or whimper from his cock inside you. it almost made you forget that he was annoyed with youâalmost. it almost made you forget until you fell against him with your head buried in his chest as you pulsated around him and he lifted your hips so you were sitting on your knees slightly. until you pulled away from his chest with knitted eyebrows and he stared at you with intense, blown out eyes. until he gripped your hips so you wouldnât move and fucked up into you so hard that it made you cry out.
tears brimmed in your eyes and you couldnât stop the breathy stuttered whimpers that escaped you even if you tried. âs-sunghoonâŠâ you moaned out. sunghoon threw his head back onto the headboard at his name on your lips. âwhat? this is what you wanted, isnât it?â he asked you, mock sweetness in his voice. âwhen you kept grinding against me, this is what you asked for, isnât it?â he slammed his lips on yours, humming at the way you clenched around him again, warm cum dripping down his cock.
âa-asshole,â you pushed out, glaring at him because that was all you could do. his eyebrows raised at you and he let out a wry laugh, âbaby, you have no idea.â suddenly you were being pulled off the bed. suddenly sunghoon was throwing the balcony door open and the cold air was nipping at your skin.
you were being pulled to the balcony, party in full swing below you and music attacking your ears. you were lucky that if someone were to look up three floors that theyâd only see your fucked out expression as sunghoon bent you over the railing and stuck his cock back inside you. âsince you wanna be a fucking brat for me, you can be a brat for everyone. letâs show everyone how much of a fucking slut you are.â
the retorts quickly died on your tongue when sunghoon began moving, smacking his hips harshly against your ass. âarenât you such a good girl? already cumming twice against my cock. you want more? cause iâll give you fucking more,â sunghoon leaned down to your ear to ask you over the music. you nodded, severely regretting pissing him off. your legs wobbled underneath you.
you already knew what was coming next when you felt his hand wrap around your waist. he pulled you up and said harshly, âuse your fucking words. are you trying to annoy me more?â you swallowed down the moans in your throat. ân-no,â you whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut. âi w-want you to give m-me moreâŠâ if you thought him making you beg for him to stop the first time he fucked you was humiliating, it had nothing on this.
your back arched and that just made it worse. he pulled you back to him by your hair and you moaned at the pain and from the pleasure of his cock ramming in and out of you. you heard him smugly laugh behind you and you opened your eyes to look at him. he stared directly into your eyes, âyouâre mine. and your pussy for the night is mine to do with what i please. do you understand?â you nodded.
remembering to use your words, you pushed out, ây-yes.â sunghoonâs lips were on yours with a sloppy kiss that ended just as fast as it started. âand who do you belong to?â he asked you, mouth by your ear. you inhaled as deeply as you could with the pleasure ripping you apart. âyou,â you breathed, barely above a whisper. sunghoon gave you the sweetest smile and followed it up with the sweetest kiss. âgood fucking girl.â
he brought you back inside and shut the balcony behind you. you barely got to breathe a sigh of relief that cold air wasnât nipping at your skin before your face was buried in the comforter and you let out the loudest moan youâve ever let out before. sunghoon fucked into you so deeply, his own loud moans escaping him, that it sent you over the edge. you clenched around him again and he whimpered out a, âfuck, baby⊠youâre gonna make me cum if you keep clenching around my cock like that.â
you whimpered out something even you couldnât understand, thick tears rolling down your face from the ecstasy. you let out another loud moan, the rope inside you about to snap. âyou drive me f-fucking crazy, y/n. do you know that?â sunghoon stuttered. the two of you came at the same time, intertwined moans and whimpers filling the hotel room.
sunghoon fell over you, managing to catch himself with his hands at your sides as you felt his cock twitch inside you from his release. he pulled out from you slowly, whimpering at how you clenched around him in the process. he laid down on the edge of the bed and helped pull you up so you straddled him again and laid against his chest. sunghoonâs arms wrapped around you as you both breathed heavily.
once you felt your body still and you no longer felt like you were being ripped apart by his huge cock giving you waves of pleasure, you sat up with sudden determination. sunghoon looked up at you through half opened eyes and tilted glasses. you took his cock, relishing in the way he moaned and dug his head into the blankets as his eyes squeezed shut, and slid it back inside you. you tried not to double over at the sensitivity and how you could feel every vein on his cock inside you.
you placed your hands on his chest and looked down at him, eyes burning and the hint of a smile on your lips. sunghoon laughed, and it had to be the first time youâve ever heard him genuinely laugh. a genuine smile spread across his lips after. you felt your heart flutter at the sight despite your plans. âwant me to get a taste of my own medicine, huh?â sunghoon smiled up at you, causing your own to grow, and you nodded as you started to rock your hips back and forth.
sunghoon put his hands on your hips, whimpers leaving him and making his teeth clench. you picked up your paced and he stared up at you through knitted eyebrows. your smile grew more as you got to watch every moan, every whimper, and every whine that left his mouth, just as he did you. it didnât take long for sunghoon to cum again, and thank god for that. you didnât know how long you could take being hit with more waves of pleasure.
his hands gripped your hips hard as he moaned out your name. you giggled and continued to move your hips, creamy sounds coming from the motion. âo-okay, y/nâŠâ sunghoon whined and you shook your head. âbeg me to stop,â you demanded, giggles on your lips. âstâokay! s-stop. please stop!â
you smiled and pulled yourself off of him slowly. sunghoon let out a shaky breath and looked over at you, âthatâs the only time iâll let you do that.â you looked over at him from your spot next to him, an eyebrow raised in a challenge. âwho says there will be a next time?â you replied. sunghoon just shook his head at you and laughed, âwe both know this isnât the last time.â you laughed and gave him a quick kiss. âso then you know that that wonât be the only time!â you sweetly exclaimed.
he sat up and you followed, standing to your feet and almost falling to the floor had it not been for sunghoon catching you. he sat you back down on the bed, helping you to move back against the headboard. âstay here... iâll get a towel to clean you up,â he chuckled and you nodded. you werenât even shocked like how you were the last time that he was being so sweet. in fact, after the way he just fucked you, it was a welcome change. even if the one-eighty made you dizzy.
sunghoon grabbed your clothes off the floor and sat them beside you as he started to clean you up. âyou might want to put on something warmer⊠i did have you out in the cold naked,â he spoke softly as you put your shirt on. the clothes you were wearing before was a long sleeved pajama top and pajama shorts. the room was already a little bit cold, so maybe he was right. âall i packed was pajama shortsâŠâ you trailed as he finished cleaning between your legs.
âyou can wear my sweatpants,â sunghoon replied and reached down to the floor to grab them. he handed them to you and stood to his feet to clean himself off. âwell then what would you wear?â you asked, brows furrowing. sunghoon shrugged, âiâll be fine. iâll just wear my boxers and put a different pair of sweatpants on when i get back to my room.â he put his boxers on and helped you to put your underwear and his sweatpants on. he then turned for the bathroom.
suddenly, and at full force, you realized that your night togetherâyour time tonight with himâwas coming to a close. and you realized how you didnât want him to leave. sunghoon came out the bathroom in just his shirt and boxers and halted in his steps to stare at you. it was the most openly longing brief stare and it made your heart explode in your chest before he turned away to his laptop.
he gathered his laptop and turned back to you, a less intense version of his intense stare from earlier drilling into you. you could see that brief longing hiding behind it. you panicked from the intent attention and said, âdonât stare at me like that.â there was that genuine smile that made you want to melt. âor what? you canât even move,â he replied, a laugh at the edges of his voice. you rolled your eyes playfully as he came up to you and pressed a kiss to your lips.
sunghoon turned to leave and you grabbed his hand, making him turn back towards you with knitted brows. âcan you stay with me?â you asked shyly as you looked down to where your hand held his, ââŠplease?â you dared a glance at him and saw as the corners of his mouth were trying hard not to lift. he nodded and moved to set his laptop back on the desk, along with his glasses.
you scooted over in the bed and got under the covers and he did the same after turning the lights off. sunghoon pulled you closer to him in the darkness, until your head was to his chest. you looked up at him and he kissed you slowly, and this time it felt more intimate rather than teasing. âyou donât hurt anywhere do you? are you sore?â he asked quietly between kisses. you shook your head, âno but iâll probably be sore in the morning.â
âiâm sorry, baby,â he spoke, kissing you a final time before resting his chin on your head and pulling you closer. you inhaled his scent and shut your eyes, a sudden wave of tiredness hitting you. âi know youâre tired,â he then said. âgo to sleep, iâll be here to help you.â you nodded and let yourself drift off. when you woke up the next morning, sunghoon was gone.
you and your debate team members were rounding back up onto the bus after a successful debate competition, tired smiles and sleepy yawns everywhere. it was a miracle that you were able to speak so confidently at your competition after what happened last night. especially with your emotions all over the place when you woke up to find that you were completely alone in your hotel room.
you and sunghoon havenât spokenâbesides at the debateâall day. and if you were being honest⊠you were kind of avoiding him. you just couldnât be around him after last night. he made your head foggy and your heart pound and you were helpless to stop it. the two of you werenât even friends, and you clearly werenât dating, so what were you?
all of your members were sound asleep as soon as they stepped on the bus and you smiled a little to yourself. they mustâve had a fun time at the party last night. you had your head leaning on the window as you watched the passing scenery. you didnât turn when you felt the seat dip next to you.
you had felt sunghoonâs eyes on you, that burning intensity, but you couldnât look at him right now. you closed your eyes when you felt his arm wrap around you and you were pulled to him. âsleep,â he spoke softly, his hand brushing the side of your face that was now in his lap. you couldnât, so you just nodded as you kept your eyes closed. you slowed your breathing until you felt his slow and cracked your eyes open as you slowly turned to look up at him.
sunghoon was fast asleep, his head drooped down towards you and glasses hanging down his nose. you wanted so badly to cup his face and kiss his lips, and that thought caught you off guard horrifically. slowly, you began to put the pieces together.
the way your face would heat and your heart rate would pick up... the way you always seemed to find him in any crowded room, your eyes always lingering on him⊠the way you wanted to be near himâneeded to be near him, to have his lips on yours to the point where you would constantly provoke him⊠you had feelings for park sunghoon.
your eyes widened significantly and you were glad that everyone was asleep for your realization. you liked sunghoon. you liked him, and your feelings for him were only growing more and more as you spent more and more time with him. before you even realized it, your hand was raising to move the hair that had fallen in his face. your eyes widened as he stirred slightly and you froze. thankfully, he stayed asleep and you dropped your hand as you continued to stare.
you had stayed there like that, just silently watching him for almost the whole bus ride. when you saw him stir you quickly shut your eyes and slowed your breathing again. you felt him shift ever so slightly and heard him let out a low sigh. his fingers brushed your face softly, the pad of his thumb brushing back and forth before his arm rested across your waist.
after a few minutes had passed, you pretended to wake up, eyes fluttering open and connecting with his. you blinked a couple times before moving to sit up. glancing around the bus to everyoneâs sleeping forms, you saw him furrow his eyebrows a little in your peripheral.
when you looked back at him, head leaning back against the bus seat, sunghoon had cupped your face and pressed a kiss to your lips. he went to stand but you grabbed his hand. your eyes widened slightly and he turned back to you in slight shock, eyebrows raising. you stared at him with wide eyes and pulled him back down lightly.
what if he didnât want this, didnât want to be with you? what if all he enjoyed between the two of you was all the kisses and the sex with no strings attached? sunghoon sat back down and you turned to lean against the window, thoughts racing.
when you got to campus you had basically sprinted away from the bus after getting your things to your dorm. you were glad that you didnât really have to spend anymore time with sunghoon, since you didnât need his âtutoringâ and the debate competition was over. maybe you can try and get rid of these feelings, try and go back to the way things were before you and sunghoon ever even kissed.
you laughed wryly to yourself as you put your stuff away in your dorm. things will never be the way they were before. that ship sailed as soon as his lips touched yours, as soon as you were both naked and your bodies were pressed together.
you had avoided sunghoon in all the classes you shared, inside the hallways, and anywhere on or off campus. you never realized how much he was always in your orbit before you were actively trying to stay out of his. it was going well, you were ignoring his stare on you, lost in your own thoughts as the class was about to end.
thatâs when you felt someone lean down next to you and a, âyouâre mine.â was uttered. at least, thatâs what you heard. you jumped, looking over to see no one other than sunghoon. your mind flashed back to the hotel and you blinked a couple times to clear your thoughts. with knitted brows you said, âwhat?â sunghoon raised an eyebrow at you, giving you a weird look. âi said youâre my partner,â he replied, brows furrowing when you gave him a confused look. âfor the presentationâŠ?â he added and you tried to think about what he was talking about.
vaguely, you remember your teacher talking about some powerpoint project that she wanted you to group into pairs for. you wanted to bang your head against the wall at the fact that you were gonna have to spend even more time with sunghoon. your feelings havenât even left! if anything, theyâve intensified. you inhaled deeply, âokay.â
the two of you were now sitting in your study room, silence hanging in the air with tension that couldnât be cut with a fucking chainsaw. your laptops were in front of you, open to your shared slides. under the table, sunghoonâs leg shook furiously. throughout your time in here, he had tried to kiss you twice. he had given you a confused look when you turned your head away both times, opting to focus on something else. the first time he thought you were being bratty, but when it happened the second time he had raised an eyebrow at you.
âcan you stop changing all the slides i make?â sunghoon suddenly spat out as he looked at you angrily. you gave him a glare. âwell maybe if you would stop thinking with your dick and use your brain you wouldnât be struggling with this easy ass topic and i wouldnât have to keep editing all your slides,â you shot back.
sunghoon scoffed, âmaybe if you would stop thinking about my dick and focus we wouldnât be having all these problems and we would be on the same page!â you couldnât help but take his words as a double meaning. the two of you stared at each other with angry, intense glares. you sighed heavily and stood to your feet, annoyance dripping from you as sunghoon watched.
you stormed over to him and sat on his lap, grabbing his face and bringing your lips to his roughly. his hands immediately came to your hips as he kissed you back with just as much roughness. âi hate you so fucking bad,â sunghoon muttered against your lips. there was no heat in it. âyou want to fuck me so fucking bad,â you immediately replied.
sunghoon started to turn the kiss sweet, holding you against him as his hands moved to your lower back and the back of your neck. his touch sent a shiver down your spine. âi want you, y/nâŠâ he said after a moment. you pulled away and tried to get off of him, but he held you tighter. in what way did he want you? âi want you too,â you spoke, quietly.
your gaze fell and you then said, âwhat is this between us, sunghoon?â he went quiet and the silence between the two of you was deafening. you pushed his arms off you and got off of him, moving to return to your seat. before you could get far, sunghoon grabbed your hand. ây/n, what do you mean?â he asked seriously.
harshly turning to him, you tried so hard to keep the sadness from your voice, âthe morning at the hotel⊠why did you leave?â sunghoon gave you an incredulous look. âwhat?â he breathed, and shook his head ever so slightly. âthe morning after we had sex. you said you were gonna stay with me and when i woke up you were gone,â you snatched your hand from his grasp, not caring anymore if he heard the hurt in your voice.
there was concern and worry etched clear in his expression. âi didnât think youâd want to see my face once your head was clearâŠâ sunghoon said quietly. the anger in you only grew. âyou shouldâve let me decide that!â you shouted in frustration. sunghoon stood, grabbing your hands, âokay! iâm fucking sorry that i assumed⊠okay?â you looked away.
sunghoon took your chin softly so you would look up at him. âiâm sorry,â he repeated, his voice softer. âit wonât happen again.â you blinked a couple of times to get rid of the building tears. âso?â you asked quietly, referring to the question you asked him. sunghoon cupped your cheek, âwe can be whatever you want us to be. iâll be happy as long as you donât avoid me again. i told you, i want youâto be with you.â
you pressed your lips to his, âi want to be with you too.â he laughed and teasingly said, âawe, you want to be my girlfriend?â you rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips, as you playfully pushed him away. his laugh grew, that same genuine laugh, as he pulled you towards him to capture your lips in a kiss. âyou get what you ask for,â he spoke, making you giggle.
the next day you walked into mrs. yooâs class together hand in hand, a big smile on your face as sunghoon teased you. your debate team president practically cheered as she yelled how she was right. âfinally itâs official! now i donât have to watch the two of you longingly stare at each other from across the room!â she exclaimed. your face heated tremendously and before you could look away in embarrassment sunghoon kissed you with a large grin.
when you had gotten and A+ on your presentation, you smiled at sunghoon. âwhoâs the idiot now, idiot?â you asked teasingly. he hummed in thought for a moment, âyou still are!â he gave you a chaste kiss and wrapped his hands around your waist. âlet me take you on a date,â sunghoon then said.
you hummed in thought for a moment, copying his actions as you wrapped your arms around his neck. âno, thank you!â sunghoon playfully rolled his eyes, kissing you again, âiâll pick you up tomorrow at eight.â
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Pity Party
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: NON-CON/DUB-CON (+ mentions of), toxic/abusive relationship, mentions of manipulation, dad!Rafe, established Rafe x reader
â„ While this can absolutely be read as a stand alone piece, it is also the much requested follow up to my WTPO series. I hope this doesn't disappoint!
â„ banner by @vase-of-lilies | â„ divider by @firefly-graphics
summary: You became the envy of every woman in Kildare County the day you became Mrs. Rafe Cameron.
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You slid along the floor using your knees, hand occupied by an even tinier one as your son unsteadily put one foot in front of the other. Your lips were pulled into a smile as you watched him, your free hand hovering behind his back for when he very likely would fall. Your other son was occupied with a snack, and whenâas expectedâthe youngest oneâs legs gave out, you scooped him up with a giggle.
âLook at you,â you cooed. âYouâre going to be sprinting by this weekend.â
His cherubic face smiled back at you, lips wet with drool, and you wiped his mouth with a smile. Your oldestânow done with his Goldfishâwas currently tugging on your dress, and when you looked down at him, he had a wide grin on his face.
âI wanna play with himâŠâ
His soft voice had your own expression softening, and you quietly told him âokayâ, taking a seat right on the floor where you were formerly standing. You emptied your hands, letting your son crawl around and slap at the ground as his brother followed him, face so close to his as he whispered things to him that he didnât quite understand yet. You let your mind wander, warmth blooming in your chest as you thought about howâŠsweet they were.
There had been a time where you feared they wouldnât be.
âŠand as you stared at them, you almost felt bad for ever thinking they could be anything less than angels, but it couldnât be helped. They were children, and there were very few things in this world that were more innocent than children. They both came out squirming and pudgy and perfectâscreaming their heads off and only calming once they were in your arms. They came into this world looking at you with the kind of eyes that had never experienced or done a single bad thing in their life.
They were childrenâŠbabiesâŠ
âŠbut they were Rafeâs babies.
And as much as you would like to, you would never be able to forget how they both came to be here. Fighting off Rafe Cameron was hard enough when you were going through a tumultuous breakup, but it became damn near impossible once he managed to get a ring on your finger and a prison around you in the form of a fancy house. You looked down at the large rock, a pang going through your chest at the sight of a simple gold band below it.
The wedding had been the grand fanfare it was expected to be, serving itâs purpose of making you the envy of every woman in Kildare County. Your oldest sonâhaving been an only child at the timeâwas pulled down the aisle in a wagon with a pillow in his lap that contained the rings. Rose had gushed over you in the dressing room, long having convinced herself no woman would ever marry Rafe and sheâd never get to experience this. Your father had cried as he handed you off to your husband to be, and tears had kissed your own eyes but just for an entirely different reason.
Your dress was made for a princess, and your veil was made for an angel, and your makeup was made for a doll. Everything was perfect, everything going off without a hitch. Absolutely nothingânot a single thingâhad gone wrong, and even though by that point youâd slowly started to accept your fateâŠsomething in you had hoped. For what? You werenât entirely sure.
Youâd hoped that some crazy ex girlfriend of Rafeâs would stand up and object. Youâd hoped that your brother would go against your wishes and drag you away from it all. Hell, youâd even hoped that someone would choke on their spit and require an ambulance. Deep down though, youâd known what you really hoped for.
You had hoped that Rafe would do the right thingâŠand let you go.
It was a silly hope. Rafe Cameron had gone through entirely too much trouble to ensure youâd never leave him, even going as far as threatening to take your son away from you. Heâboth of themâwas the only good thing to come out of this. From the first moment you laid eyes on him, youâd wanted him all for yourself and far away from Rafe. The brunette simply didnât deserve him, and you had no doubt that Rafe would agree, but his selfishness outweighed any thought of doing what was right. That had always been the case.
You didnât know why you thought your wedding day might be any different.
Rafe moments away from chaining you to him forever? There was no shot in hell of him walking away from that, and you sighed at how naively hopeful youâd been that day. The sound of your oldest sonâs laughter pulled you from your thoughts, and you looked over just in time to see him jump to his feet, promptly sprinting towards the foyer. You werenât worried, knowing exactly who it was that could elicit such a reaction from him.
You swallowed at the sound of Rafeâs voice, taking your 11-month old into your arms.
â...and how were my boys?â
He came into view as he said that, the messy haired little boy upside down in his arms as he kicked his feet and laughed.
You knew the question wasnât meant for you.
âI was bad,â your son told him, and you fought back a smile, knowing why he said that.
Rafeâs gaze met yours, and the smile that threatened to ghost over your lips was gone. He merely smirked at the sight, rolling his eyes and turning his attention back to the boy in his arms.
âBad? Oh no,â he chuckled. âWhy were you bad?â
âI accidentally spilled juice on mommyâs dress.â
Your sonâs words came out small, slurring together a bit with his slight lisp. Youâd told him that it was fineâaccidents happenâbut you knew why he was so hung up on it. As awful as Rafe treated you behind closed doors, he treated you a million times better for the whole world to see. He was smart that way, and the whole world included your children. They saw their dad treat mommy like a princessânone the wiser to what the true nature of your relationship was really likeâand so they followed suit.
An offense against youâno matter how smallâwas especially heinous.
âOh that is bad,â Rafe murmured, setting him down on his feet. âGuess weâll have to buy her a new one, huh?â
He ruffled his hair, and your son beamed at the thought of going shopping.
You avoided Rafeâs gaze as he neared you, an impressive feat when he came to kneel down before you. Your youngest was squirming in your armsâbabblingâand you swallowed when Rafe reached out to lightly squish his cheeks. He pressed his lips to his tiny forehead just as his hand landed on your own cheek, and only then did you look at him.
Rafe stared at you for what felt like a long time, expression unreadable. Your oldest was going on about something behind him that neither of you were giving too much attention to. His blue eyes looked between yours, studying you, and you could smell his cologne. After what felt like too long, his pink lips finally curved into that haughty half smile you were used to seeing.
It never not made you want to smack it right off of his face.
â...and how was mommy today?â he quietly asked.
There were a thousand things you wanted to say to him.
You wanted to say that mommy cried in the bathroom because she still had thoughts of leaving sometimes even at the loss of her own children, but then sheâd remember how much she loved them and couldnât live without them and the guilt would set in. You wanted to tell him that mommyâs thigh still hurt from where heâd sank his teeth into it the night before for daring to tell him she still hated him sometimes. You even started to tell him that mommy had rare moments here and there where sheâd momentarily forget their history and find herself content in this big house with her children and fancy ring until she remembered how her children got here and what said house and ring represented.
You didnât say any of that though.
Instead, you merely blinked at Rafe, and told him what you always did.
âMommy was fine.â
The vase narrowly missed Rafeâs head, his quick reflexes making your heart sink with disappointment. Your own quick thinking had you frantically looking around for something else to throw at him, but his feet moved faster than your brain, and he was nearing you before you made up your mind. Unable to stomach being around him, right now, you hurriedly sprinted to the other side of the room. You paid no mind to the way he called your name, a blend of anger and exasperation there.
âAre you doneâŠ?â
You didnât look at him, keeping your angry gaze on the floor. Besides, you didnât have to in order to know what he looked like. You could imagine it perfectlyâsteely blue eyes cold and intently focused on you, hands on his hips and jaw clenched so hard youâd swear it was about to break. When you finally did glance at him, you were proven right.
âThis littleâŠâ he waved his hand about. â...tantrum. Youâre finished?â
âFuck you,â you whispered.
You couldnât hold in your tears, and they spilled over without your permission. Rafe sucked his teeth at the sight, and when he took a step towards you, you made to leave the living room completely. Your sons were with your momâthey would be the whole weekendâbecause that was the plan. They would stay with grandma for a few days while you went to Charlotte to visit Pope at school. Rafe was supposed to be handling business with Ward, anyway.
He was not supposed to be sabotaging your plans and canceling car rentals and flights and ruining your entire weekend.
Rafe stopped you before you could get far, and you didnât even attempt to get away, too defeated and upset to smack him square across the face like you wanted. His fingers dug into your skin, and you wondered if a light bruise would be there in the morning. You could tell by the way he held you that he was upset, but you didnât understand what he had to be upset about. It had been four years since Rafe started this fucked up dynamic he called a family and over two since youâd reluctantly said âI doâ. You even gave him another sonâŠand yetâŠ
It was clear now that he still didnât trust you.
Sure, you had the stray thought or two here and there about escaping, but when it was all said and done, those were just thoughts. Your children meant too much to you to just take off, and even if you ever got to that point one day where youâd happily sacrifice their chance to grow up with a mother just to have your own freedom, Rafe would never let that happen. Your fate was sealed from the very moment heâd decided you were it for him.
âI havenât seen my brother in months. Itâs his last year of school, and I didnât want the next time I see him to be at his Goddamn graduation,â you spat, lips trembling. âYou said you were okay with it!â
âYeah, I was,â Rafe replied in a tone that hinted at more to come.
You were right.
â...but then I remembered that this would be the first time weâd be apart for a distance more than thirty miles and how way up there in Charlotte you could disappear to wherever you wanted and-.â
âYou wouldnât have to worry about any of that if we had a normal relationship,â you cut him off, a sneer on your lips. âYou wouldnât have to worry about the possibility of me running away from you if youâd never hurt me and raped me and damn near threatened me into marrying you.â
At those words, Rafe let you go as if you burned him, and you reminded yourself how much Rafe hated to be reminded of why you were really here. You were positive he sometimes convinced himself that this relationship was as real as it could beâthe perfect parents with the perfect children and the perfect marriage. After all, it was what everyone on the outside saw when they were looking in.
The difference between the two of you it seemed was that you knew it was all pretend.
Rafe liked to believe that it wasnât.
âAll of that asideâŠdo you really think Iâd leave them?â
Your question came out whispered, and you didnât miss the slight twitch in Rafeâs face. Leave themâŠnot leave him. Rafe was smart in knowing that knocking you up would be the only thing to truly prevent you from leaving, and yet he absolutely hated to be reminded of it. To be reminded that it was notâand never would beâhim keeping you here.
His expression morphed, a shadow passing over his features as he glanced away, shoving a hand into his pocket.
âI canât take that chance,â was all he said, making more tears spill over. âPopeâs not going anywhere. You can always see him another time.â
You pulled your lip between your teeth in anger, and when he reached for you, he was stopped by a harsh slap to the cheek. Your lips wouldnât stop trembling, and you just stared at him as he rubbed his face.
âYou have taken so much from me, Rafe,â you mumbled, rolling your eyes at him. âIf your goal is to make sure weâre both absolutely miserableâŠthen keep it up.â
You turned away from him, refusing to spare him another look as you made your way upstairs to unpack your suitcase.
Most days in your marriage were okay. They werenât awful, and they weren'tâ exactly anything youâd jump at the chance to relive. They were simply justâŠokay. On those days, Rafe would wake you up with a kiss, sometimes more than that, and youâd start your dayâusually something that consisted of preparing for your children to wake up. They made those days stand a chance at being somewhat enjoyable, and you thought to yourself that maybe one day when they were old enough, youâd tell them how much they did for you without even knowing.
On the days where your marriage wasnât okay, you were usually overcome with how you really felt about Rafe. Those days didnât come as often as they used toâa fact you didnât like to let your mind linger onâbut when they did, they usually ended in your tears.
âŠand Rafe pinning you down and just taking what he wanted.
Rafe had felt entitled to your body long before he put the ring on your finger, but after you took his last name, his entitlement went to an entirely new level. You recalled a day where you had the house to yourselves and how silly youâd been to think Rafe would respect your wish to be alone.
âDo you know what this means?â heâd harshly asked, squeezing your left hand as he held it up for both of you to see.
The 4-carat marquise solitaire glinted under the bright kitchen light.
âIt means youâre my wife, it means youâre mine,â heâd hissed, getting in real close and touching your nose with his. âDo you get how patient Iâve been? How patient I am?â
Youâd shrank away from him, wincing at the slight pain in your left hand.
âI know this hasnât been easy for you, but itâs been years,â heâd told you. âThereâs a ring on your finger and two little boys walking around with my face. You need to suck it up!â
The counter had been harsh against your stomach as he bent you over it.
The good days in your marriage were even more rare, and even those ended in you feeling sad for yourself. It was usually a whole day of your boys keeping a smile on your face, the feeling so infectious that even Rafe couldnât make it go away. And thatâs how youâd find yourself smiling at him and playing with your children together and actually acting like a family. OnlyâŠon those rare daysâŠit wasnât acting. For just several hours, everything that Rafe was and everything heâd done would be so far from your mind.
Youâd find yourself bathing your youngest togetherâyour oldest only listening to you when it was time to wash behind his earsâcooing over the baby that was just shy of turning one years old. Youâd let your son run into your arms as he hid from the âtickle monsterâ, playfully pushing at Rafeâs chest as you protected the three year old from him. Sometimes youâd even fall asleep with your head so close to Rafeâs lap as he read to them, your son begging you both to stay until he fell asleep.
Of all the days in your marriage that youâd anticipated being the hardest, the âgoodâ days were not among them. Reality would set in during the morning, sometimes even that same night, and your chest would ache as you held back tears because what you and Rafe had was not real. It wasnât a real marriage, and you werenât a real family, and on those days where you forgot that, the truth just hit so much harder. All of the anger and disappointment would come backâŠand then the fear would set in.
It scared you how easily you could slip into that headspace and live in some alternate reality where Rafe was a good husband and your children hadnât been the product of rape and you didnât have errant thoughts of what it would be like to be free of him. It scared you how good it felt to forget it all, how a day might come where instead of finding yourself slipping into that mindset, you justâŠchose it.
It would be so easy.
âŠbut you felt like you owed it to yourself to hate him forever.
Sometimes he made hating him so easyâŠand then other times so, so hard.
âTheyâre so sweet to you,â he murmured in the low lighting, both of your kids fast asleep in their room.Â
Youâd been trying to find sleep of your own, but Rafeâs phone call with Ward left you both up long after you wanted to be. You were unfortunately wide awake when slid in beside you, and your unopened eyes didnât fool Rafe in the slightest. He knew you were awake.
âI would hope so,â you murmured, staring at the back of your eyelids as he lightly traced patterns into your satin covered stomach.
Your husband chuckled to himself.
âI mean they look at you like you hung the moon,â he quietly continued. âEspecially your shadowâŠâ
He was referring to your oldest.
âIâm barely there for him whenever youâre in the same room,â he whispered. âHeâs happy that Iâm home and he hugs me, but then itâs straight back to mommy.â
You slowly opened your eyes as Rafeâs hand became flat against your stomach, gently rubbing it.
âHe treats you like a princessâŠâ
You met his gaze at that, and you couldnât quite place the look in Rafeâs eyes.
â...and Iâm especially happy about it on days when I donât.â
You sighed at that, staring at the ceiling.
âIâm glad that heâs nothing like meâŠâ
You remembered Rafe saying something similar years ago before the boy in question had even been born, and you blinked as he leaned in, gently ghosting his lips over your cheek. You were tempted to push him away, but then you asked yourself if you wanted to start a fight so late in the night. Instead, you turned your head to face Rafe, your lips a hairâs width away from his own.
âIâm glad heâs nothing like you too,â you whispered.
You didnât miss the way his face fell at that, a tick in his jaw that told you your words had the desired effect. Instead of saying something along the lines of what you both knew he wanted to say, Rafe merely heaved a sigh, still gently rubbing your stomach. He suddenly pushed himself up onto his elbow, looking down at you.
A smirk ghosted over his lips.
âI want another baby.â
Those words were the last thing youâd been expecting, and your eyes widened just a tad.
â...what?â
âLetâs try for a girl this time,â he suggested, and realizing that he was indeed serious, you sat up.
His hand fell away from your stomach.
âThis time?â you murmured, more to yourself than him. âI donât recall trying for anything the previous times.â
The mention of what he did to you had Rafe going silent, and when you looked at him, his nostrils were flaring.
âIt can be different this time-.â
âHow?â you wondered, frowning at him. âHow will it be different this time? The only time I touch you is when Iâm forced to, and I donât know, that sounds pretty fucking familiar to me.â
Rafeâs hand had circled around your chin before you had time to reactâhe was sitting up now tooâand you both just cooly stared at each other. He looked like he wanted to hurt you, and you stared back, just waiting for him to prove you right. He seemed to be toying with the thought, and after a few moments, he slowly exhaled through his nose.
His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, his blue eyes following the action.
A million thoughts were racing through his mind, that much you could tell by the emotions that flickered over his features. Eventually he settled on one, pulling his lip between his teeth.
âYouâre not always unhappyâŠâ
It was said like a statement, but there was a lilt there that told you he wanted an answer.
âNo,â you eventually responded, honestly. âNot always.â
He nodded.
â...but Iâm unhappy more than Iâm happy.â
He closed his eyes at that, and you swallowed.
âWhat did you expect, Rafe? Sure, four years is a lot, but itâs also not when I think about everything you did to me.â
He dropped his hand and pushed himself to his feet. You watched him stand there, staring at the wall with his hands on his hips.
â...and what makes it worse is that youâre not even sorry. I know how much you want me to âjust get over itâ, but how am I expected to get over it when we both know youâd do it all over again so long as it got you the same result?â you choked out. âYouâre not sorry for any of it.â
You blinked away tears.
â...and now youâre mad at me so much because I wonât roll over and play house.â
You saw his shoulders heave, and you could tell how much this conversation was frustrating him. Rafe really hated to be reminded of his own actions, hated to be reminded of the fact that your relationship was where it was because of him. You couldnât find it in yourself to care. You were the one trapped in this gilded cageâŠnot him.
âSo, if you want another babyâŠâ you quietly started. â...either something needs to changeâŠor you just embrace the beast we both know you can be.â
His eyes snapped to yours at that, and as much as it made your heart skip a beat, Rafe rarely scared you anymore. Youâd seen him and experienced him at his absolute worst. There really wasnât much he could do to you anymore that would shock youâŠand he knew it.Â
His baby blues glinted dangerously, and you bit your tongue.
He did the opposite of what you expected, and you watched him turn away from you to leave the room. You didnât relax, knowing heâd come back, but you did heave a tired sigh, telling yourself that sleep couldnât come fast enough.
Rafeâs hand tightened around your throat as he kissed you, the alcohol on your tongue making the kiss taste sweet. The world was moving so slow around you, and every place that Rafe touched felt like you were being gently electrocuted. Deep in the crevices of your mind, you knew that something was wrong. You hadnât kissed Rafe like this in years, not since the early days of your relationship when you thought you might have loved him, and butterflies were in your stomach at one look from him.
You recalled the sight of your empty wine glass on the carpet, the rest of the red wine you didnât drink staining the white fabric.
Your kids were asleep and the house was quiet and you were kissing your husband like you used toâback when he wasnât your husband. Rafe had your back to the wall just barely on the inside of your bedroom, your hand struggling to reach out to the door. Rafe grabbed it, threading his fingers through your own, and you made a slight noise of protest.
He made a shushing noise into the kiss.
âJust relaxâŠâ
Relax.
That word triggered something in you, and you pressed your other hand to his chest. You were far too relaxed to be sober, and considering you only had one glass of wine, you knew that other substances were at play here. You recalled Rafe voicing his desire for another baby just the other dayâŠand you recalled the slight back and forth itâd created. You expected one of two things out of Rafe, but neither of them included a scenario where you were too inebriated to properly fight back against him.
There was something especially sinister about Rafe creating this false sense of consent.
His lips traveled down towards your neck as he bent his head, and you felt like you didnât have control over your body as you threw your head back. You shakily exhaled when both of his hands descended towards your waist, lifting you and forcing you towards the California king. When he settled you both onto it, all pretense was gone.
âDonât you want a little girl?â he whispered against your skin, his fingers dancing along the place from where your shirt had ridden up. âHmm? I know you get sick of being with just us boys.â
You made a noise that was unintelligible even to your ears, pushing at his head, but it was of no use. Whatever he slipped into your drink clearly wasnât in his, Rafe having all of his strength and wits about him as he pinned you down. He kissed you againâslowâas his hands circled around your wrists. It took your breath away, and your lashes fluttered when he descended.
âA princess for my princessâŠâ
You reached out to place a hand on the bed to steady yourself. Although you knew it was the room spinning, not you, and so focused on that, you didnât even realize what Rafe was doing until the cool air youâd briefly felt against your core was replaced by his mouth. The action made your back arch, andâagainst your willâyou reached down to press your hand against his head.
He hummed in between your thighs.
âYou never let me do this anymore,â you heard him whisper, his breath against your skin before he dived back in.
To be fair, you never let him do anything, but especially this. It was too intimate, too loving, and those words were so far from the true nature of your relationship it wasnât even funny. After all, Rafe was now at a place where he had to drug you just to get you to stop fighting against him. You found it interesting because he never minded the fight before. In fact, youâd even say that some part of him enjoyed it.
You wondered what had changed.
His head moved back and forth between your thighs, and it made you squirm. One of Rafeâs hands reached up to dig into your leg, holding you still. The other found your hand, and you were unable to remember that you didnât like holding his hand. Another gesture that you felt was too intimate, something Rafe always liked to pretend that your relationship was.
Just when you were on the brink of coming all over his tongue, your husband pulled away, but not before pressing a quick kiss to the inside of your thigh. With stars just barely floating in your vision, you laid there, eyes falling closed as you fought to regulate your breathing.
A voice in your head told you that you didnât want this, and that you needed to get upâŠbut you couldnât find the strength to.
When Rafeâs hands were on you again, they were pulling away every piece of fabric they touched, and you couldnât help the tears that kissed your eyes. Being forced to feign compliance in your own assault somehow hurt a thousand times worse than if Rafe had simply grabbed you and held you down. You wondered if this made it easier on him, and you thought about how much Rafe hated being reminded of the things he did to you.
It was like it hurt him to remember it that way, to acknowledge it for what it was.
When he slid into you, you couldnât help the small whimper you let out, eyes rolling as he stretched you out. Rafeâs hands were on you, pulling you closer, and as if your arms had a mind of their own, you threw them around him. His chest was pressed to yours as he thrust into you, and you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. He cursed when he sank into you again, and your toes curled.
âYouâre so mean to me, you know that?â
One of his hands tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck.
â...have to drug my own wife just to get her to fuck meâŠâ
Your nails dragged along the expanse of his back, and Rafe hummed at the feeling. Youâd forgotten what it felt like to lie beneath him and just let him have his way with you. It felt like so long since he hadnât had to force you down and take his cock despite what you may have wanted. Although, your current position wasnât all that different, but you couldnât ignore how relaxed you were from whatever heâd slipped you.
Rafe shifted, hands pressed into the mattress on either side of your head. His blue eyes glinted in the low lighting, and you blearily blinked up at him as he gazed down at you. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours while still holding your gaze. Your lips parted at a particularly hard thrust, and the corner of his lips curved upwards at the sight.
Deep in the back of your mind, you knew you didnât want this, but it was for so many reasons that you were struggling to remember. For the time being, all you could focus on was the curve of his cock as he repeatedly pushed it into you and how good it made you feel. One of your legs hooked around his waist, and Rafeâs perfect teeth winked at you as he grinned.
âI missed this, beautiful,â he whispered. âYou know that?â
The bed jostled from your movements, and Rafe glanced down between you to watch himself disappear into you.Â
âI canât wait to fill you up,â he told you, making your heart skip a beat and reminding you of how and why youâd found yourself in this position in the first place. âCanât wait to see you swollen and round again and fucking glowing.â
You murmured his name, but you couldnât tell if it was in protest or not.
Your mind was all over the place, and when Rafeâs hips curved into yours again, you arched your chest up into his. Sweat clung to your frame, and you briefly wondered how made you would be at him in the morning. You knew this wouldnât be his only attemptâRafe always proving to be more than thorough when trying for a babyâand you now weakly wondered about having to be cautious of the food in your own house.
You could tell when he was close, his thrusts becoming sloppy and his breathing picking up. He started to kiss you more, each kiss becoming messier and more open mouthed than the last. In your inebriated state of mind, you kissed him back, alarm bells going off deep within your bones. Your own breathing was labored, like you couldnât get air into your lungs fast enough.
When Rafe came the first timeâand you knew that it would be the first of the nightâhe grunted in your ear as he spilled into you. Your nails were trailing along his skin as he plunged his cock into you, not even stopping when you felt him start to soften, lazily thrusting into your folds. Your own climax was just around the corner when he spoke.
âI will fuck you all night,â he whispered against your cheek, his tone vaguely threatening. âI will fuck you as many times as it takes until you give me what I want.â
He leaned back a bit, his nose touching yours as he tilted his head, eyeing you in a way that made your skin grow cold.
â...and I will do whatever I have to to make youâŠâ he looked between your unfocused eyes. â...agreeable.â
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boxer!rafe holding his baby for the first time, and knowing him he made sure you had a private room and good food.
tell me why he would be so jittery though ??
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boxer!rafe never had gotten as scared as he did when you had given birth.
waiting. rafe had been waiting for hours, holding a lucky charm that you had given him. the strands of the bracelet were frayed as he toyed with it, over and over again. the smell of the hospital was nauseating, and the feeling of being in a place that smelt like antibiotics and sickness made his skin crawl.
he had gotten the call that your baby was born in the middle of a fight. he was on top of a guy before someone stormed in the middle of the fight. that was uncommon, and the referee quickly had them separated before rafe realised it was your work friend, delany. she looked frantic, as she tried to mouth something.
the minute he realised what it was, he was pulling the ropes of the ring, and yelling at people to get out of the way. blood was splattered across his mouth, and his swelling knuckles stung with pain, as his sweaty t-shirt stuck to his chest.
your water broke.
he was there in minutes, swearing as he tried to close the car. he'd run into the hospital with a huff, demanding to know where you were. to be quite frank it may have been sweet to you - but it was downright scary to the nurses.
a bulky guy with blood splattered all over him, holding a silly pink baby bag. the first nurse let out an uncomfortable laugh before telling him to sit down. now, rafe would have started yelling, but there was this drumming in his heart that made him feel as if he was going to vomit.
he couldn't lose you, no, this was a critical part of all of it. he'd read those stupid books that you had gotten him about pregnancy, and how dangerous it was, and how many mothers had died and how to hold a baby, and, and-
(goddamn it, he was scared.)
"mr. cameron. would you like to come in?"
he looked up to see a nurse with a painful smile, he took a deep breath before nodding his head. rafe felt his hands shake, as he took a step inside the room.
there you were, pretty as always with that discharge night gown, and a relieved sweaty smile on your face. you look so calm, but his eyes zone on your hands. the baby isn't in your hands, and he found himself wondering where the baby was, but he watched you get up to touch him.
"hey, hey baby. calm down. you need to stay like that," he muses, coming closer to rub your shoulders. you close your eyes, a soft gasp coming out of your mouth.
rafe gives you a soft peck on the shoulder, "why didn't you call me?" he whispers in that gentle tone of his. you squirm, peeling open your eyes with those pleading doe eyes,.
"i didn't want to bother you. i knew-" you gasped out, "i knew you had that important match and shit, and i don't know i thought it was like a bad time-"
rafe cursed, "didn't i tell you it was the two of us together? i shoulda' been there for you. shoulda' have held your hand through this shit-" and he knew he's going on a tangent as your lip wobbled and he quickly licked his lips while shaking his head.
"nah, it doesn't matter now. aw, my sweet girl did this all by herself. let me," he muttered, rubbing tears off your cheeks, "where's the baby?" you sniffled, nuzzling your face in his hands, before pointing to the sinks where he saw a small tiny girl.
she's squirming in the nurse's hands, as she gets washed off. her tiny face is squished up as she lets out small squeals. he's struck by how small, how tiny, how he made that little thing with you.
"i-" he choked up unable to take his eyes off your baby, "thank you sweets. thank you." his head bowed down into your lap, the words like worship. he was a devout in your temple.
"here's the baby, ms. cameron."
you looked up at her, a little bundle of joy as the doctor put her in your lap. rafe felt like everything was complete, feeling his throat sting and his hands get clammy. god, what did he do to deserve this?
the baby was perfect, a tiny sweet thing and rafe's hands shook at his sides as you looked up at him with teary eyes.
"do you want to hold her?"
he swallowed hard, his voice that soft whisper you knew so well, "can i?"
you laughed something that was so sweet, ringing in his ear like a song he never wanted to end. yet, he couldn't help but look at you with approval and when he looked into your eyes all he saw was love. all he saw was the truth. finally, he reached for his baby girl, calloused hands cradling her.
he finally had found his family.
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i was wondering if you could write some dad!logan with a reader whos lauras teacher and maybe laura talks to him about her teacher. thank you!!!!
dad!logan x teacher!reader
laura was a bright student; one of the brightest in the entire class but there was a small behavioral issue. the young girl would often beat up any student who stole her supplies or made her angry. one of the only people who could calm her down was you; her favorite teacher.
"how was school, kid?" logan asked laura when she walked into the house.
"fine," she answered.
"no more fightin'?" he arched a stern brow at the girl who had been sent home with notes regarding her classroom behavior.
"no." laura glares then explains how you have helped her control her anger.
this wasn't the first time laura had rambled on about you. the young girl's eyes lit up as she told her dad about the pretty young teacher and everything she taught her that day. logan had never met you, the closest being the letters laura brought home to him, on colorful decorative stationery and the one time he saw you through the classroom window when he dropped laura off.
logan thought you were gorgeous even with stray pencils hold up your hair and marker stains on your palms. too pretty to give a man like him the time of day. laura compared you to someone out of a fairytale book.
you seemed to be a good influence on laura so logan had no concerns or complaints. his daughter would often emphasize that there was no ring on your finger either. logan didn't bother entertaining the idea of laura setting him up with her twenty-something year old teacher. instead, he stuck to listening to all of her stories about you and your class.
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every saturday morning, you stuck to the same routine; go to your favorite coffee shop and work on next weeks lesson plan then head to the grocery store. it wasn't much but it kept you busy.
as you stroll through the aisles and check items off of your list, a pair of small feet some running your way. a man is heard angrily calling after the child clinging to you.
"hello, sweet girl!" you smile down at laura. "what are you doing here this early?"
before she could answer, a tall older gentlemen approach's you and a swarm of butterflies threaten to fall loose from your mouth. was this laura's father? this -to put it simply- hot man dressed in jeans and a flannel.
logan's mouth opened to scold his daughter but you stop him.
"you must be, mr. howlett?"
your smile was deadly, logan thought to himself. he couldn't stop staring at your soft features. logan had never been left this speechless, all he could do was nod.
luckily for both of you, laura did all the introducing. you tell him how amazing of a kid she is and all the accomplishments she's reached in your classroom. logan was only half listening, a bit too occupied with the way your lips moved as you spoke. he finally managed to spit out a 'thank you' for helping laura.
the young girl wasn't stupid, even she could see that something was happening between the two of you. if she had it her way, you would be coming over to join them for dinner. logan promised her hamburgers tonight.
"well, i should let the two of you continue your shopping." you say politely, not wanting your gawking at her father become anymore noticeable. "see you on monday, laura."
you barely moved three steps before you heard a shuffle and logan stopped you. unbeknownst to you, laura gave him a swift kick in the leg. she wasn't going to let him blow this for her.
"y-you should join us for dinner sometime." he stutters. what happened to the smooth ladies man he once was? had age really caught up to him already?
you hesitate to answer. of course you wanted to. it's been so long since a kind, attractive man has asked you to dinner but this would definitely come off as unprofessional.
"as a thank you." he adds, hoping that will help swayed you.
the moment you look down at laura's wide smile, awaiting your answer; you knew you would cave.
"I would love to."
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a/n: might need to do a part two because i love this concept <3
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â DON'T WORRY 'BOUT IT DARLING! â - Toji Fushiguro
â (18+) YOUR CAR BREAKS DOWN DURING A SOLO TRIP, AND A KIND MR. FUSHIGURO OFFERS TO HELP.
âËàŒ*· warnings. nsfw (18+), slow burn, rough sex, hair pulling, p in v, rough sex, slight age gap (r is 22, t is 37), pet names, raw sex, backshots, pulling out/cumming on face/mouth, pussy eating, fingering, light faceslapping, toji lives in a cabin..
âËàŒ*· notes. I missed writing sm... also, this was one of those stories where i just got carried away writing.. also if your car breaks down in the middle of no where, please don't follow a random man back to his cabin. toji is not real.
7,035 words (25m read)
header art used - credits to @/yunonoai on twt!
A holiday. The perfect thing you needed to ease your mindâ work had been fucking you up lately, so you specifically had requested a few days off.
Realising you never spend time with yourself, and yourself only, had brought you to the idea of going on a solo trip. Although with budget cut short, you could only opt for a solo-road-trip; still well away from the city, and everyone.
So far, you thought it was perfect. Just you and your trusty volks beetle, cruising off for a few days to be surrounded by the countyâs evergreen trees, and going down a spiral of constantly smelling wet bark here and there.
Crashing at the nearest motel just a few miles south, and digging into a typical, pancake breakfast at the closest diner the next morning. Quite basic, but you thought that it was unironically the calmest idea for a 'holiday' yet.
Pressing on the playback button, the car radio immediately sounded out the currently inserted tape that was halfway played through, your eyes rolling at the song choice.
â..I wake up in the morning I got murder on my min-â
The sound of the tape bypassing the opening filled with the car, along with silence and the engine running. âOh for fucks sake, Yuji definitely put that in there.â
Balancing between keeping your eyes on the road, and your surroundings, you toss the DVD away to the passengers side; rummaging around the glove compartment for another disk.
But you found the peace as of now quite calming, resulting in you rolling your windows down by the slightestâ taking in the natural noise of the environment.
Your cheeks turned cold to the touch as the breeze wafted throughout your entire car, your back pressing against the fabric seats, eyes only closing for a millisecond to take everything in.
Dressed in a tank top and shorts, my, it seemed like you were ready for.. who knows what. Hopefully no one takes you, accidentally, for a side-street hooker.
Bit silent, you supposeâ seeing that there was no other car on this specific road too. It was eerie, but enjoyable at the same time. I mean, the road was in the middle of the woods so I doubt people would be passing in and out of here often.
Hand reaching back into the glove compartment, you grab a hold of a random disk, analyzing it as soon as you withdrew your hand back into your lap.
..The Cranberries, not too bad. Something to lighten up the mood a bit. Biting down on your bottom lip, you divert your attention away from the road for a millisecondâ pushing the disk into the radio player with a swift movement.
The familiar intro of Linger began to play. Your two hands clutched onto the wheel tighter, letting out a squeal as a result of hearing one of your favorite songs.
What seemed like forever, you wondered if the road was going to look different anytime soon. It felt as if you haven't seen some sort of sign telling you there would be a bed and breakfast ten minutes up, but you simply brushed it off.
"..And I'm in so deeep, you know I'm such a fool for youuu.." Taking advantage of the empty roads, you notched the volume a bit higher, belting out your shower-learnt vocals with all your heart.
Concerning LEDs flashing on your dashboard suddenly caught your eye, your singing stopping right in the middle of the chorus.
Frantically looking down at the light, and at the road in front of you, the sensible decision to pull over came across your mindâ your car quickly swerving to the side of the road, Linger still, playing as everything started to go downhill.
"W-what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Your hands fall onto your lap, brows furrowed at one warning appearing after the other, a whimper slipping past your lips as worry grew.
Looking out the rear window, then to the front, you've realised you're all alone. No help nearby, not for another while. Groaning, you darted your eyes back to your dashboard, seeing about three more warnings show up.
"Fuck- not now, oh come on!" ...Can't even get peace on my day off, can I?
Pulling on the latch underneath, you popped the hood open. Killing the ignition, you grab your zip-up from the backseat, throwing it on before stepping out of the car; sizzling, and smoke coming from under the hood.
"I swear.. if this is a trap for a murder film, just take me already. My survival instincts are through the roof.."
Sighing, you lift the hood up, a big cloud of grey smoke slapping you in the face, like you could suffocate any moment now.
"The hell?!" Coughing, you fanned your face, taking a few, cautious steps back from the vehicle. As soon as the smoke had went away, you leaned back in; analysing each part of your engine.
A scoff escapes your mouth, silently laughing at yourself. "Literally what the fuck am I meant to be looking at." Knuckles resting atop your hips, you stood up straight, chipping away at your fingernails with your teeth.
"..Okay, maybe I'll try and start it... and if all goes wrong- call the insurance company."
Blowing out a relieving breath, you sit back into the driver's seat, twisting the key, trying to get your car to start.
Nothing but the sweet sound of failure. Two more tries, and still the same outcome.
"..Insurance company.. right."
Unable to locate your phone, you let out a confused noise- looking sideways and upside down your car for it. "..Where could it.. be..?"
Though.. something seemed, off. Your head slowly rose up from below the passengers seat, peeping just above the car door.
A man, walking- closer, and closer.. It seems. Your heart began to thump against your chest- begging to jump out. Breathing labored, your eyes widen, body freezing at the most inconvenient of times. Wait, is he holding an axe?
"M-my.. my phone?!" With haste in your movements, you rummage through everything like a mad man, making a total mess of your car- the same mysterious guy getting closer and closer, tauntingly walking out from the deep woods.
Sitting back against your seat, your mouth gapes open; eyes glued straight ahead. This is it, I manifested it. Now why on earth did I say that?! It's over for me, I'm cooked.
You let out a mewl, attempting to sob, solely squeezing your eyes shut. Too scared to look one last time to your side, you took a few deep breaths, chanting mini prayers to save the last bit of you.
A tap on the window came from your side, your one eye opening itself. Hesitant, you slowly turn your head; seeing a muscular torso at the window tapping the glass with the handle of his axe, before the man leans down to show his face.
Dressed in jeans and a flannel, with jagged, raven colored hairâ and a face to perfectly compliment his jacked up body. I see. But now's not the time to play a dating game.
"..Ma'am?" His voice deep, and rusty, your face grew more concerned, mouth still gawking like a freak in fear.
"..God, p-please don't kill me.." A quiet peep comes from you, the man resting a hand on your roof, still bent down, and chuckling.
"Lady, I could see your car smokin' all the way from my cabin. I couldn't help but see what's the matter. You want me to check it out for you, or not?" His voice happened to be quite faint from behind the glass, though you could make out what he seemed to be saying.
"..Oh... I don't mind, I just have no clue what to do, I.." Words coming out in a blabber, you stumbled over what you wanted to say, confusion written all over the mans face.
"Slow down, will ya? Can't even comprehend half the words you're saying."
Shaking your head, you brushed it off. "You know what.. forget it.. just.. check what's happening under that hood, please?"
He nods, disappearing from your window to walk around to the front of the car. Deciding to step out too, you came to the conclusion that he seemed like an okay man to trust with your car. But you just had to make sure he wasn't gonna fit some sort of tracker underneath your engine..
Crossing your arms, you walked closer to the man, who seemed to know what he was doing. Observing from a few steps away, you watched him twist and turn at a few things, no fear in getting his hands dirty. He seemed bigger at this angle, a bit bigger than you, so if he were to murder you right now... it's over.
"..Do you always carry around that axe?" Referring to the same tool that was now on the ground, you noticed his lips curl into a smile, taking note of the fading scar on the side of his mouth also.
Letting out an amused chuckle, his eyes remained focused on the problem in front of him, but his voice was able to answer something else at the same time. "Living in the middle of the woods, I think you'd do the same."
You nod, accepting the answer with no further questions. Although a few more silly ones came out of you..
"Have you ever been chased by a bear.. while living out here?" Swaying back and forth on your tippy toes, your arms stay crossed, teeth chewing at your bottom lip as you anticipated a genuine answer.
He stops, torso still bent down but head looking up at you, facial expressions unimpressed. "Do pretty girls like you always ask all these stupid questions..?"
Blinking, you freeze, at the blunt compliment and sharp stab of his words. "..I was just curious. Also, I don't even know your name. You know, if you try to kidnap me, and I happen to escape, and-"
"Toji." Short and direct, he answers that question. "Now that you've told me your game plan, I could've easily lied about my name.
Your throat running dry, you clear it out with a grunt, Toji standing back up with an unhopeful look on his face. "..Yeah, your car is busted." He picks his axe back up, turning his body to you.
"..What? But- there's no reception here and.. I have no where to go..." Great. You've told him that you're helpless, and a young, vulnerable girl who's all alone on a solo trip.
"Wait- so you're telling me you're all alone, in the middle of these woods. Lady, do you not know that there's literally nothing here but dirt and trees?" His face scrunched up in disbelief, he genuinely wondered what a girl like you would be doing here.
"..I just wanted a holiday... on my own and.. I thought.. I could crash at some motel like in the movies and.. and.. pancakes.. oh the pancakes.." A sob chokes out of you, warm tears beginning to stain your cheeks at the thought of your vacation going downhill.
Toji, on the other hand looks more confused at this rate, his voice stammering, unsure of how to console you. A random girl, crying in front of him.. Great.
"Uh, don't cry- I didn't mean to.." Scratching at his nape, he waits until you stop crying your guts out, and successfully, you do. "Look, how about I'll fix your car for you, but first we get you a place to stay."
Sniffling, you look up at him, an ounce of hope springing back into you. "..R-really?"
Relieved, Toji was able to relax by the slightest after finally getting you to stop sobbing in front of him. Comforting wasn't his forte. "Yeah, don't worry 'bout it darling. But my cabin is the only thing I could offer right now. I told you, there's nothing in this place. No.. 'motel'..."
Looking back at your busted car, then returning to Toji, he shrugs his shoulders; mouthing, 'the choice is yours.' He wasn't pressuring you at all, but it was true that there was no other option. Outside the city wasn't all that, and you learnt the hard way.
"...Fine, just don't.. don't murder me.. I don't wanna die." Toying with the zip of your hoodie, you divert your gaze away from Toji, deciding to look at the ground instead.
He grunts, grabbing his head in frustration. "Would you quit with that murder bull-crap?! How many times do I have to say it. Should be me who's scared of a Michael Myers venturing 'round these woods." Toji shakes his head in disapproval. "Just grab your things and get movin' will you? Sun's about to set soon."
Unamused yourself, you shoot him a glare, walking over to the backseat door to grab your backpack full of everything. Slamming the door shut, you sensibly grab your keys, properly locking everything before Toji shuts the hood, resting his axe on his shoulder.
The man gestures you to follow him, hopefully not towards your death. Trailing behind his large figure, Toji occasionally glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were still there and didn't happen to run off; more than certain that you were shitting your pants right now.
Readjusting the heavy backpack on your shoulder, you struggled, mentally complaining, but too afraid to ask if you were there yet. Guess you'll take the blame for this one. Should've packed light I suppose..
"We're here, incase you were wondering." Toji stops in his tracks, turning his body back around to face you before making his way to the onto the porch.
Surprisingly, it was nice and big, and seemed homely. "Not gonna lie, I thought you lived in a run down shack in the middle of no where. With like, bugs and stuff?"
"Who do you take me for?" He scoffs, "Come in when you're ready. Also mind your step." Toji points out the mini stairs just below the porch, before disappearing off inside. He really made sure that you didn't feel pressured to do anything whatsoever. So he let you enter at your own will.
Taking note of your surroundings outside one last time, you let out a deep breath before stepping inside.
Warm air engulfed you, heat coming from a well built fire place. It actually was nice inside, and everything everywhere made sense. The architecture of the cabin really had Toji written all over it.
Nothing was run down. It felt like a home, just with a rustic style to it. The sofa actually had a throw draped over it, a flat screen tv mounted just above the fireplace. There was also a nice view of a body of water outside some large windows.
Toji paced around the sofas just after resting his axe safely in a corner, stretching his arms out; toned muscles flexing from the warm, yellowish light in the cabin.
"Make yourself at home, you take my room tonight. I'll crash on the sofa." He makes his way to the other side of the cabin, supposedly the entrance to his bedroom. Toji leaning against the door frame, he watched as you stood still in one spot, still observing your surroundings.
"Also has its own bathroom, so no need to worry about me walking in on you. There's locks too from the inside. And I don't care about you going through anything. I've got nothing to hide." Toji continues, he sure knows the questions you're about to ask. This man is always thinking ahead.
"..Thanks, Toji. That's really nice of you." Walking closer to the entrance of his room, you slide the backpack off your shoulder, holding onto the heavy load with two hands at this point. The backpack swings between your legs as you walk past him, Toji grunting before leaving you be.
He fucks off somewhere into the kitchen, meanwhile you lock the doors behind you immediately. You already smelled of bark and leaves, and not to mention, the stinky smoke from your car earlier.
Tossing your backpack onto an armchair nearby, eye glancing over a few frames with Toji in them. Some of him alone, with a fish in his hand, the other.. Possibly some old friends.
Curious, you looked around the dresser for some more things that could tell you a bit more about himself.
In the corner was a birthday card, which didn't evidently tell you his age, but you found out as soon as you opened it up to see what was written.
"Happy Birthday big guy, can't beleeve your old ass is 37! - Your pal, Gojođ"
Who the hell is Gojo? And, that's not old.. right? You scoffed more so at the fact that the word 'believe' was spelt wrong other than the badly drawn middle finger. Just a little habit of yours you can't control. Considering you were 22, Toji was kind of old enough to be your guardian, somehow.. but let's not get into that.
Attempting to place the card exactly where it had belonged, you were happy enough with your first try; still curious to find any hidden gems, but you were unsuccessful.
Letting out a hum, you took another look around your surroundings, nodding gently in approval at the view that he also had just outside of his bedroom. Seems like he knew how to build this place the way he wanted to.
Halfway pacing around his room, you realised that he probably thinks you've been silent for too long. Deciding to step into his bathroom, notice a shaver and some cream on the sink. Allowing the shower to run, you hoped the noise would calm his nerves to let him know you're still here, and alive.
Oh, being a curious cat you open his mirror cabinet just to take a tiny peek before your shower. Says he's got nothing to hide, so..
After-shave, lotion, pain-killers and a box.. An unopened box of extra large condoms.
You gulp before blinking rapidly, closing the mirror cabinet without a second to waste. You weren't sure if you should be mortified or impressed and relieved that they were unopened. Wait, as if it matters?
Locking the bathroom door just to be cautious, you quickly did so before stripping your clothes completely to the ground, kicking off your converse and socks before hopping into the warm shower.
The droplets trickled down your body, feeling more calm now that you've had a shower. Allowing the water to run over your hair, you scrubbed your scalp with your fingertips, completely soaking your body. You looked over to the shower caddy hanging on the wall before grabbing a familiar brand of shampoo.
Massaging that into your hair, you hurried on with your shower, making sure that you didn't hog all the hot water. You assumed that he had to start up a big ass generator minutes away just to get a drop of it, forgetting the fact that it was '24, and there was some such thing as a boiler.
The shower ended up being just fine, and Toji didn't bother you at all. He didn't force the door open, don't worry; and everything was just the way it was left in the room.
You didn't have anything else left to wear than the matching tank and shorts set you bought at TJ-Maxx solely for this solo trip. You didn't have to worry about your feet being cold, as the hardwood floors were surprisingly heated.
Quickly drying your hair with one of his towels, you figured that he didn't have a hairdryer, so you had no choice but to leave it to air dry.
Finally unlocking the bedroom door, you opened it to see Toji busy behind the kitchen island. Assuming he was cooking, you made your way closer, sitting on a bar stool nearby.
Toji had a tea towel draped over his shoulder, and the smell of cooked meat entered your nostrils.
"If you're a vegan, it's your unlucky day." He says, clearly knowing you were seated behind him.
You laugh, resting your elbows on the counter, watching him like a hawk . "I eat everything, don't worry."
"Good." He says before turning back towards you with a plate of steak, potatoes and asparagus. Unlike earlier, this time a pleasant cloud of steam hit you in the face, the smell making your tummy grumble.
Toji has a plate of his own, leaning against the counter behind him as he watches your every move, waiting for you to take a bite. He pokes at a potato, tossing it into his mouth before saying something.
"Wake up early tomorrow, I'll teach you what to do in case something like this happens again. I don't expect you to follow a man again back to his cabin in the middle of no where.." Prodding at a few more pieces of steak, he notices you were busy digging into your own plate.
You just let out a hum of approval, Toji slowly sliding a glass of water towards you before you could choke anytime soon.
Setting your cutlery down, you look up at Toji standing, busy eating his own dinner. Here comes the wave of questions.. "Hmm, do you ever get lonely out here?"
Unphased by the question, Toji continues eating, but answers your curiosity. "Nah, I like being alone. I'm used to it anyways. Friends do come visit, but not always." He shrugs, unable to make eye contact with you.
"..I see.." Nodding, your mind jumps back to the unopened box of condoms back in Toji's bathroom, your inner voice mentally cursing at yourself for being too curious.
Letting famish get the best of you, you devoured everything on the plate in record breaking time, politely pairing the cutlery together on the dish. "Uhm, Toji? I can clean up. It's the least I could do."
The man just finishing his own plate, he sets it on the counter beside him, looking at you, impressed. "Seriously? 'right then."
Hopping off the stool, you make your way past him, feeling Toji's gaze burn into the back of your head, before you reached around him for his plate, and your own on the island. Bringing the two to the sink, you began to wash them with the sponge, occasionally looking out the kitchen window.
It had gone dark quickly. Who knows if Toji never had come across you.
"You got a boyfriend or what?" A first time question from the man, and it was one you didn't expect. He remained leaning against the counter, watching your every move from behind you.
Suppressing a panicked turn of your head, you kept your vision down at the dishes, gliding your hand over the dishes and under the water, you gulped before answering.
"No, not anymore. I broke up with him cause I found out he was cheating on me with some girl on the majorette team in college." Your insides burned at the memory of you walking in on them at a party bathroom, but you didn't let it get to you, not now.
Toji didn't let out a hum of approval, and instead stayed quiet. All he did was place your empty glass beside the sink that you seemed to have forgotten all about. Taking that too, you scrubbed it with the sponge before rinsing it off and placing it on the drying rack.
"All done," you dried your hands on the fabric of your shorts behind you, turning back around to Toji who was in the same position, but this time, his hands held onto the counter's edge on either side of him.
Peering at the drying rack around you, he pouted in approval, "Done a fairly good job I suppose,"
You scoff, "It was just washing dishes. Nothing hard."
"I'll be right back. No tomfoolery, and don't open that door." Toji glances to the front door, before disappearing off into his bedroom, the door closing. You thought nothing of it, walking over to the L-shaped sofa to see what was on TV. Some stupid deer documentary was on, typical, but you changed it to something more entertaining like a soap.
You assumed that he had no Netflix on it, and you were right. You can't really imagine Toji watching an episode of The Office.
Propping the side of your head onto your knuckles, your eyes bored at the screen, barely paying attention to what was on the TV. Glancing over to the clock on the wall, you read the time to be almost 9 o'clock, which shocked you.
Letting out your fifth sigh of the day, you flickered back and forth through the channels before hearing a door open behind you, Toji stepping out of his room, and this time, dressed in grey sweats and a t-shirt. His hair was slightly damp, as you noticed him sitting just after your feet, ensuring a distance between you two.
"What's this crap you're watching?" Toji rests his elbows on his knees before relaxing back onto the sofa, legs spreading as he made himself comfortable.
Tossing the remote over to his side, you roll your eyes. "Knew you would say that."
The man attempted to focus on the shit show in front of him, brows furrowing, but eventually he seemed interested.
Sitting up, you cross your legs, groaning. "There's nothing good on TV. I'm going to bed."
Toji looked to his side, watching as you stood up and left, and he had to admitâ he did get a look at your behind. But no one could beat that out of him. "Alright, suit yourself. Sweet dreams. Remember, up early tomorrow."
You glanced behind your shoulder before stepping into his room, not shutting the door fully but leaving a slight gap between the frame and the door itself.
After scavenging through the side pocket of your backpack, you returned back into Toji's bathroom with your toothbrush this time. Stealing a pea of his own toothpaste, you stared at yourself in his mirror as you brushed away.
You could still hear his TV coming from outside, and it sounded like the channel didn't change. He was probably fixated on the show by now. After spitting out, you rinsed off your toothbrush, before heading back out to place it back into your backpack.
Before hopping into bed, you neatly folded your things away, ensuring you cleaned up after yourself as you hated leaving a mess behind, especially if you weren't in a space of your own.
Letting out a sigh, you crawled into his bed, surprisingly filled with two fluffy pillows, and not just one flat ass cushion. Toji's bed strongly smelled like aftershave, supposedly the one in his bathroom mirror. It was comforting though, and wasn't an unpleasant scent.
Covering your upper half with the duvet, you laid flat on your back, eyes staring up at the ceiling before your lids slowly grew heavy and soon enough, closing shut.
You managed to sleep halfway through the night, until, it had began to thunder, and rain heavily. The drops pattered against the glass window, waking you from your slumber inconveniently.
Sitting up in bed, you look around, noticing everything was still the same. The door remained slightly open, and you could see that the TV has still been on until now, but sounded different.
Looking out the window, you couldn't see much from the heavy rain blinding the environment. It was lashing outside, and unfortunately, you were unable to fall back into sleep.
Pursing your lips together, you climbed out of bed, making your way to the door before opening it by a bit.
You treaded lightly, seeing Toji's head behind the sofa. Unable to tell if he was asleep or not, noticing that the TV was on, you approached him closer. Your head peeked over the sofa slightly, voice calling out his name.
"..Toji? ....Toji." You let out a loud whisper, the man grunting and turning his head around. It seems that he was fast asleep, but... sitting up. How scary.
"I can't sleep.. the weather, it's really awful outside." Nipping at the fabric of your shorts, you sucked in a labored breath of air through your nostrils before initiating a question. "..Can you- sleep beside me?"
Toji seemed less asleep, and now, he was wide awake. He looked over to the clock before reaching for the remote to switch off the TV. It was halfway through one in the morning. "What are you, nine?" He laughs before getting up from the sofa, trailing behind the sofa to follow you back into the room.
He questioned no more, and agreed. He'd do anything to be back in his room anyways, in the comfort of his bed, but of course knowing Tojiâ he'd never admit that.
The two of you hurried back into the bedroom, Toji automatically walking over to his side, while you, crawl back into bed. Making yourself comfortable again, you drape the cover over yourself, feeling the weight of the bed shift beside you, Toji making himself comfortable also.
You turn to your side, back facing Toji, unable to have him stare at your face all night. The room grew silent, and only the sound of the rain tapping against the window could be heard. Though you could still feel his gaze burning into your back, which happened to go away soon enough.
"No stupid stuff." He suddenly blurts out, which you were unable to decipher. Was he talking about what you thought he meant?
You decided not to respond, and instead, shifted around. You could feel Toji's natural body warmth all over your back, and with one more shift, you realised that he was close to you, actually, way too close to you.
But it was too late to move back, as you were too scared of irritating him by shuffling around so much that he'd kick you out.
A large hand snakes onto the side of your waist, gently gripping at your stomach. "Quit movin' around so much, will you?" It was Toji's hand, and he firmly kept you in place. Preventing any further movement. The continuous friction of your shorts against him had aroused him of some sort, and it was uncontrollable.
Another hard bump rested on the behind of your shorts, your eyes flying wide open, unable to shut now. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know.. I'll stop."
"Sure, you didn't know what you were doing?" You couldn't see the expression on his face, and could only judge by the tone of his voice. Too bad you were facing away from him right now.
Giving in, your body aggressively shifts to face him, the natural moonlight peering through the windows leaving a bright enough glow on his face.
You gulp, Toji hesitantly using his finger to move away the fly-aways covering your face to get a better look at you. "..Don't know why that jerk cheated on you."
"..You don't know me, so.." You let out, Toji's brows furrowing as he studied your features harder.
Alternating between your eyes and lips, he let out a mixture of a grunt and a laugh. "Should go for a real man."
Your breath hitches at his remark, your mind trailing off to other translations of his sentence. He talking about the fucking, or dating aspect?
Silence grew between you, his thumb carefully swiping over your soft bottom lip. The air grew thicker and thicker, a sort of tension lingering throughout the room. You couldn't tell what initiated it, but the air felt suffocating, like it had its own hold of you.
Leaning in closer to his face, your warm breath fanned against his lips before he cupped your cheek with his hand, holding you close as your mouths latched onto each other. The tension between you two diminishing as your tongues intertwined.
Toji laid flat on his back as you straddled him under the sheets, the kiss turning sloppier, with a blend of spit coating your chins, the two of you moaning into each other.
You whimper, pulling away as you felt his teeth tug onto your bottom lip, a long, string of saliva creating a bridge between the two of you, both panting, chests heaving heavily.
Swiftly stripping your tank above your head, the sudden air had bit your skin, nipples growing hard to the touch, all perky and erect. Unable to see in the midst of the fabric covering your sights, you could feel both of Toji's large hands cupping your breasts, massaging themâ thumbs toying teasingly at your nipples.
Palms pressing onto the flat of your back, Toji guides your hips with no rush in his movements, back and forth, groaning at the grinding sensation over his sweats, head heavily leaning against the pillow. Your top slides down onto the bedroom floor, breath irregular as you felt the thick tent in his pants dig into you.
You both swap positions, Toji flipping the two of you around with ease and no struggle in his demeanor, the man anchoring himself between your thighs.
Toji's lips latch onto your breasts, warm mouth wrapped around one, sucking away hungrily as he fondled with the other. A pop leaves his mouth as he lets go, using a finger to flicker your nipple gently, your warm, spit-covered nipples growing hard once again as soon as it meets the cold air.
You watch as Toji goes down on you, breath shaking as he peppered kisses down your stomach, disappearing underneath the sheets; leaving a few pecks dangerously close, and somewhere on your inner thigh.
Feeling his pointer and middle finger tug at the waistband of your shorts, you could tell that he was waiting; and so you raised your hips up slightly, allowing him to drag them down your legs.
His hands clasp around your two thighs, bringing you closer to his face, though you just couldn't see; Toji's tongue leaving behind a wet stripe against your clothed pussy, your body shuddering at the feeling.
Your mouth could only gape open, your eyes peering up at the same ceiling as you let out breathless moans here and there.
Toji's middle finger tugged your panties to the side, allowing your bare pussy to be on show to him completely, finally landing yet another stripe with his warm tongue. He eagerly sucks, sticking his same middle finger in, fucking your hole gently as he alternates between licking and fingering.
Letting out quiet moans, you fondle with your breasts, legs squirming as he inserted another digit, Toji using both hands to rip your underwear completely as he sucked on your clit
Your hand reaches for the pillow behind you, fingers clawing at the fabric.
Toji raised his own hips, practically on his knees to be able to palm at his own cock as played with you for your own pleasure, getting off to your moans as he continued to have you undone with his touch.
You could hear him grunt lowly, from time to time, but grunting in disapproval whenever you'd stamp your thighs on either side of his head, trapping him between your legs.
Your head leaning back, you gasped, eyes rolling as Toji curled his fingers up into you, eventually allowing his movements to come to a complete halt, your throat mewling in dissatisfaction.
"Not so fast, wanna feel you cum 'round something else," Toji appears in front of you, arising from under the sheets; stripping his own shirt off his body before tossing it somewhere across the room.
His body shifted around, and you assumed it was to get the condoms, where you already knew was located. Though you quickly took a hold of the strings on his waistband, pulling him back.
"No- I wanna feel you raw, Toji," Looking up at him as you said so, still laid on your back; the man could've sworn that his cock twitched at what you had just said.
Surprisingly, he nods, moving about to get his pants fully off him, struggling a bit, but managing in the end.
Toji uses a hand to jerk his thick length repeatedly, the other free playing with the flesh on your waist. "You sure about this?"
"I am." You replied, busy wondering how he was gonna fit inside of you. The condoms weren't lying.
Slightly and slowly pushing his tip into you, followed by the rest, the two of you groaned at the feeling, Toji grabbing onto both sides of your waist eventually; grip growing tighter as he stuffed you full. Your fingers clawed at his wrists, a moan escaping your mouth as you felt his girth stretching you out, Toji using his thumbs to caress your sides gently.
"All good?" He made sure, and you nod, letting him know that he could move, and you were perfectly fine.
Toji's hips began to rock back and forth, occasional groans coming from him, mentally thanking you for the fact that you let him do it raw.
"..F-faster," you let out, Toji now placing both of his hands on either side of your head, his hips bucking into you faster and deeper; the bed slightly creaking from his movements.
He continues to groan endlessly, head jerking back as he felt your gummy walls take him completely, cursing over and over again. Toji smashes his lips onto yours again, you moaning as a result, the man taking your head into his hands as he held you close; forehead leaning on yours as his cock bullied your insides relentlessly.
Pulling away, Toji grabs both of your legs, resting your ankle on each of his shouldersâ allowing him to fuck into you deeper, and be impossibly closer, the man fucking you into a nasty mating press as the creaking intensifies; the headboard beginning to hit against the walls, the legs of the bed scratching all over the floorboards.
"S-shit, To-oji," Voice breaking up your words, you dig your fingertips deep into the muscle on his shoulder, Toji moaning closely against the shell of your ear.
He growls, resting his forehead on yours once again, maintaining eye contact with you, so intimately; "That's it doll, moan my name, come on," he coos, watching as your eyes squeeze shut; the man reaching his hand up to gently slap it against your cheekâ telling you to keep your eyes on him.
You do so, and endlessly chant his name like a prayer; Toji grinning and leaving a peck on your lips before letting your legs go, allowing them to flop on either sides of his waist, effortlessly flipping you back around.
Pulling out rapidly, the flat of his palm presses against your spine. Hands kneading at your ass cheeks as he spreads them apart, leaving a long wet lick from your pussy past your asshole, he slides his cock back into your dripping holeâ maintaining his previous pace as he holds onto the headboard, drilling into you with no mercy.
Beads of sweat glistened his body like that pane of glass, strands of his recently washed hair now sticking to his forehead.
"Atta girl," he moans, slapping your ass and leaving a red hand-print. "Fuck, take this cock," Your ass rippling against his pelvis, Toji grabs a handful of the soft of your cheeks, fucking you back onto his cock; a symphony of ass slapping, and balls hitting against your clit sounding throughout the room.
Your forehead falls heavy onto the pillow, voice muffled as you moaned helplessly into it; Toji fucking you in all the right spots, he meant it when he said you should find yourself a real man. He was showing you, what a real man was.
"C'mon baby, I wanna feel you cum all over me, p-please?" Toji pleads, his thrusts slowing in pace, but still rutting in deep as he fucks you passionately, guiding you by your waist back and forth on his cock to get those last few strokes.
Toji leans forward, pressing a tender kiss on your shoulder blade, feeling down your back as he left a few more, shivers going down your spine as he roamed his hands all over you,
A creamy ring forms at his shaft, thickening over time as he continued to fuck in and out of you; playfully pulling his thick cock out to heavily rest it against your ass, gliding it between your cheeks before sliding it back in. His tip red, and glossy, your eyes rolled as he slipped himself inside.
Toji picks up the pace once more, urging you to your orgasm; your fingers clawing behind you, trying to stop him from moving any more, your two legs shaking as they attempted to stay up, and support you in your arch.
He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you back towards him; fucking your mind as he finishes you off from behind. "I'm gonna c-cum, oh fuck," you squeal, eventually making a mess all over his cock, squirtingâ Toji still fucking into you as your orgasm had washed over your body.
A dark puddle forms on the bedsheets underneath you, and your slick soaks on the flat of his thighs, a squelching noise emitting from underneath as you lazily rubbed circles on your clit; eyes rolling from the several sensations hitting you all at onceâ Tojiâs cock continuing to piston into you.
Toji grunts, feeling you clench and unclench round his cock; a firm slap stinging against your left cheek as he instantly pulls out. "Turn around," he commands, breathing heavily and you obey; a firm grip still in your hairâ the man guiding his cock with his index and thumb towards your lips.
Slapping his heavy girth against your mouth, warm ropes of white decorate your face; Toji grunting as he watches your face be painted with white, smearing his artwork all over your face, pushing his tip gently into your mouth as you sucked, sticking your tongue out for visual confirmation of the white orb of cum resting on it.
"Fuck.." he whispers, "Swallow it baby," Toji smacks his tip against your cheek, soon enough letting go of your scalp as he jerked his cock with a last few strokes.
Upon letting go, he immediately cupped your face into his palms once again, rewarding you with a tender kiss on the lips, sneaking a quick fondle at your breast.
Toji glances out the window, returning his gaze back to you glowing under the moon's light. The loud storm had stopped long ago. "..Don't you think those backshots were louder than that thunder clapping out there?"
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ford pines dating headcanons
18+!!! minors dni!!
cw // sexual content under the cut
cutie patootie
FIT AS FUCKKKKK
writes about you in his journal like first time he sees you, first date, every single thought about you? journaled!!
he wanted to ask you out but he was sooo nervous you would reject him, especially considering how young and pretty you are
he was scared you would laugh at him for trying
so he didnât try :(
so when you showed up at the mystery shack and asked him out to dinner, he wouldâve jumped for joy
âyou-youâre asking me? on a date?â ford stares at you, mouth open. you tilt your head in confusion and ford almost melts. he clears his throat, âi-i would love to, (y/n). thank you.â ford blushes.
your first date was cute, he was so flustered and so nervous
i feel like he calls you by your name, sometimes by your last name, sometimes like ms/mr. last name. idk heâs silly like that
HE loves pet names tho, he lovessss pet names
when you call him love, baby, sweetheart, anythingggg he loves it
he especially loves when you call him sir like in any context
idk heâs silly like that :)
literally the sweetest man in the world
constantly thinking about you and talking about you
constantly creating new things/inventions for you
he would start writing up the mock-up of a project or an experiment and start thinking about you and then end up making something he thinks youâd like
sooo down bad for u dude, would give you the world if you asked
i feel like bill would find his love for you either fascinating or be so insanely jealous that youâve got ford wrapped around your finger like thatâs his man
imo the only solution is a threesome
WHAATTT WHO SAID THATâŠ. some of these artists draw bill so fine that i cant help it
he loves when youâre passionate about something! it doesnât have to be mysteries and monsters, but just something that makes you yap (but he also loves when you listen to him talk, heâs more of a talker than a listener but he will listen to you)
yk that scene in those cliché romcoms⊠idk how to describe it so ill just put it into dialogue
âgorgeousâ ford hums as you talk, the way your lips move, your expressions, everything hypnotizes him. âgorgeousâ he canât help, but be enamored with you. youâre smart, kind, and passionate. âgorgeousâ you stop and look at him.
âthank you?â you tilt your head at his words and his eyes went wide. he sputters as you laugh.
can have moments of smooth talk and flirting but the moment you reciprocate, heâs red in the face and stuttering
need him carnally, need him ways that even god will not allow me into heaven
switch!!!
he can do both i fear
heâs okay with you on top or him, definitely depends on his mood
like i said, FIT AS FUCK, whatever heâs been doing in that portal has treated him well
not insecure about his body more insecure about his lack of experience
he never talks about it about the stuff from before
he did a lot of research in positions, toys, and stuff like that
you had to tell him to calm down and take it slow
heâs more into giving pleasure than receiving
he wants you to feel good more than he wants to feel good
if you feel good, he feels good ykwim?
hes sooo pathetic tbh like begging, pleading, to eat you out like he wants it so bad
his glasses would fog up as you guys make out and he whips them off like sung-hoon does in business proposal
honestly that entire scene in business proposal?? ford.
hgnhhghghgngngnhgn i need him i feel ill
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Delilah's language (part two)
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"Tomorrow?" Danny repeated, glad he had set his cup down.
Mr. Wayne smiled, relieved Danny hadn't completely brushed him off. "yes, it's tomorrow. Damian, my son, is a huge conservationist. he gets it from his mother."
Danny blinked but before he could cut in, Mr. Wayne continued, "Oh! not that I don't care about the environment and stuff, it's just-"
"I get it," Danny reassured. he did not want to get stuck listening to Mr. Wayne try and fail to 'fix' his self-perceived mistake. "but I still don't really understand why you want me there..."
like sure, the kid's a fan of Danny or whatever (he was still trying to wrap his mind around that one.) but would the kid actually want Danny at his party? wouldn't that be like... he didn't know, weird? to just have this random guy from Illinois show up?
"Right!" Mr. Wayne coughed, scratching his face in embarrassment. "once Damian learned that the purple back gorillas would be in Gotham, I suggested we have his birthday party at the zoo. He told me he wanted to know everything he could about their species. so, I invited all the scientists working with the gorillas to the party so he could talk to them."
Danny nodded in understanding when Mr. Wayne glanced at him, even if Danny thought that that was the most fruitloop way he could have gone about it. then again, Danny's pretty sure all billionaires were fruit loops...
"He started digging into their history once he learned about them, and after some digging, he discovered that you basically saved their species. He has declared that he must meet you at all costs. something about needing to know their language?" Mr. Wayne trailed off, looking at Danny as if to see if he knew what his son meant.
If the kid was looking to Danny so he could learn the language then that meant he read the same paper Danny had. the scientists that had dedicated themselves to studying Delilah had printed one claiming that the purpleback Gorilla language was apparently hard to learn. (Even if Danny had been able to understand it pretty easily and told them so.)
they had listed Danny as the only person fluent in it so far, which now that Danny thought about it was kinda rude. they hadn't asked to put his name in there and now look at him! being visited by Fruitloops looking for him to be at their son's birthday parties.
anyways.
so, if the kid, Damian, read the same paper, he must have concluded it would be easier to learn the language from someone who was already 'fluent' than try and teach himself. (something Danny can't blame the kid for, but still.)
"KIDS!" Dad's voice bellowed from downstairs making Mr. Wayne startle and turn to glance down the hall. "IT WORKS! IT WORKS!"
...
"so, when do we need to leave?" Danny asked, all previous paranoia and reservations thrown out the window.
mr. Wayne slowly turned back, his brows furrowed in confusion. "we, uh, we'd have to leave in," he glanced down at his watch, his eyes widening a little, "an hour. I have to leave in an hour."
mr. Wayne then frowned as he looked back up at Danny, "I just need your parent's permission and you can come with me now, or I can arrange for another flight for you later tonight or early tomorrow?'
danny did not want to find out how they were going to test their new machine, so, he turned and cupped his hands around his mouth as he shouted, "HEY MA! CAN I GO WITH MR. WAYNE TO HIS KID'S BIRTHDAY PARTY?!"
it was silent for a second before she shouted back, "SURE! JUST BE BACK BEFORE WE LEAVE FOR OUR TRIP!"
oh, right. his parents had a trip planned for their anniversary. something about a huge ghost or demon trap in Wyoming they wanted to investigate.
"YOU'RE LEAVING TOMORROW THOUGH!" Danny shouted back, "DAMIAN'S BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW! I CAN'T GO IF I WANT TO BE BACK IN TIME!"
"OH! UH, THEN JUST BE SAFE! TAKE YOUR BLASTERS WITH YOU!"
Danny blinked, then shrugged. He could do that. turning back he found Mr. Wayne staring at the floor, his brows raised and furrowed in concerned confusion. Danny didn't know someone could make a face like that, but seeing as Mom had finally gotten Mr. Lancer to curse in front of him last year, it wasn't that surprising.
"let me pack my bag and then we can get going," Danny announced, standing up and grabbing his cup from the table, silently offering to take Mr. Wayne's as well. the man handed him his full cup and watched as Danny walked away.
well, at least Danny had already told the other ghosts to leave him alone for the rest of the week. they shouldn't get into too much trouble while he's gone. speaking of trouble, Mr. Wayne lived in Gotham, a place riddled with crime and violence.
dupping the cups into the sink, Danny turned and rushed up the stairs. unplugging his phone, Danny sent Sam and Tucker a text to let them know he wouldn't be in amity for the rest of today and tomorrow. he also let them know he'd keep them updated.
once done with that, Danny turned to his closet and rummaged around until he found his old backpack. pulling it out, he dumped the contents onto his desk and made quick work of packing his essentials. Clothes, phone chargers, and ectoplasm in case of emergencies. Mr. Wayne said he'd pay for the travel fair and hotel expenses, so Danny only needed to worry about food.
glancing in the mirror, Danny finally noticed he was still dressed in his pj's. he took a second to debate whether he really cared enough to get dressed properly or not before shrugging. Mr. Wayne's already seen him in them and they're comfy, no point in changing.
zipping up his bag, Danny tossed it over his shoulder and quickly ran downstairs. Mr. Wayne was walking around the room, studying a few of the leftover project pieces that his parents had left lying around. man, Jazz was going to be so annoyed once she learned they hadn't been picking up after themselves. again.
"Alright, Mr. Wayne. I'm ready when you are." Danny greeted, stepping into the room. the man turned to look at him, a strained smile on his face, "Just Bruce is fine."
"Alright, mr. bruce then." Danny agreed, gesturing for the man to start making his way to the door.
mr. Bruce heaved a sigh, shook his head in resignation, and turned to walk out the door. digging his keys out of his pocket, Danny turned to shout into the house one more time, "BYE MA, DAD! I'M LEAVING! HAVE FUN ON YOUR TRIP!"
not waiting for a response, he closed the door and locked it. turning around, he found Mr. Bruce studying him. lifting his brow in confusion, Danny started making his way down the steps and over to Mr. Bruce's fancy car. why the man had a fancy car when he said he'd be flying Danny didn't know, but he's pretty sure it has something to do with image or something.
Vlad did the same thing after all.
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Marvelâs an Old Lady
He acts like an old lady. I donât know. Letâs say Billyâs been spending too much time volunteering at an elderly home because he doesnât want to be on the streets skulking around. Itâs rubbed off on him.
Like for example, he knits like crazy at the Watchtower. It gives him something to do with his hands, what can he say?
Marvel: *in an all too small rocking chair, holding too small knitting needles, zoned out, listening to the gods argue while making a quilt thatâs like twelve feet long*
Hal Jordan and John Stewart: *peaking around a corner, watching Marvel*
Hal: âThatâs what I was saying! He does not look okay.â
John: âHal, Iâm sure heâs fine.â
Hal: âDude, heâs been at this for like two hours straight. No breaks.â
John: âWait really?â *sounds more concerned now* âI wouldâve thought heâd been at that for two days.â
Hal: âYeah, no. Heâs just been sitting there. Knitting. Itâs kinda creepy to be honest.â
John: âDamn.â *uses ring to summon a ruler and float it over to measure the quilt*
Marvel: *doesnât even notice as Zeus is picking a fight with Solomon*
John: âThat thingâs like twelve feet long.â
Hal: âWhat?â *concern amps up*
Later Billy cut up the quilt a little bit and donated it all to a homeless shelter.
Then of course thereâs the classic old lady move of giving out candy. Heâd give the younger heroes candies. Heâd give the younger heroes who have become adult heroes candies. And overall, heâd just give everyone candies.
Flash: *telling Marvel about some problems with Iris* ââAnd now sheâs mad at me!â
Marvel: âOh, itâs okay Flash. Here, have some candy.â *puts a strawberry taffy in Barryâs hand*
Flash: *sniffles as he shoves it into his mouth, wrapper and everything* âThanks, man.â
Or
Damian: *got scolded by Bruce and is now silently brooding on the couch in the Titanâs Tower*
Marvel: âHeyyyyy RobinâŠâ *super awkward* âI uh⊠heard you got scolded by Mr. Batman.â
Damian: *mini bat-glares him*
Marvel: *awkward pause* âTake a candy.â *gives him an orange taffy*
Damian: *stares at the candy for a bit* âTt. I have no need for pity-filled gestures.â
Marvel: âIt wasnât meant to be pity-filled. I just thought candy would make you feel better. Sorry.â
Damian: âDonât waste your apologies.â *eventually eats it*
or
Marvel: *gives a blood covered Red Hood candies even though the man just shot someone in front of him*
Batman: âDonât encourage him.â
Red Hood: âDefinitely encourage me. I have no idea where you get these but they are delicious.â
Then, the pie making.
Supes: *walks into kitchen cause he smells pie* âMarvel? Are you making pies?â
Marvel: *taking a fresh pie out of the oven* âHm? Yeah! Ms. Kent told me about a new recipe to try.â
Supes: âMs. Kent? Lois doesnât make pies.â
Marvel: âOhhhhh. No. I meant the other Ms. Kent. Your mom. We discuss and make pies and pie recipes. Iâve been to the farm a couple times too so we could bake together- Your mom hasnât told you?â
Supes: âNo?? Why do just casually know my mom like that?â
Marvel: âWe met through a Facebook group. Want to try my blueberry?â *holds up pie*
Supes: âYes??â *gets a slice and takes a bite* âThis really good.â
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HOW ARE BABIES MADE?
[SYNOPSIS] Ëââ·ïœĄ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.
[NOTES] Ëââ·ïœĄ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called âmotherâ, âmommyâ etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everythingâs taking place in the final timeline.
RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. Heâd definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say âsexâ he feels a book flat against his head. âwhat do you think youâre doing?â you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. âexplaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?â he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesnât know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. âwe agreed to tell her when sheâs 14. she doesnât even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?â he sighs, defeated, âletâs go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.â he says, picking up his daughter, âthat last part was uncalled for, by the way.â âsuck it up, mr. club owner. â
meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: âdaddy, how are babies made?â what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when youâre not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). âyou see! when⊠uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!â he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. âso you canât kiss girls until youâre twenty-one, yeah?â finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens itâs you. âoh my god, y/nââ ârindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?â âhaha, my love! funny story!!!!â
SANZU just goes feral. heâs having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.
TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. âand it just comes flying?â âyeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!â he smiles, playing into his baby girlâs fantasy. âyou sound just like my parents.â you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. âwell, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.â âdaddy!â the little one yells, stretching out her palm, â1000 yen!â and her father exasperates âgod put me out of this misery of only being an atm, youâre just like your mother. ow! whatâd i deserve that punch for?â
KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. âpapa.â one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. âyes, pretty girl?â he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. âhow are babies made, papa?â the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. âi promise to tell you when youâre older, right now itâs classified information!â he jokes, and the girls giggle. ânow⊠who wants to watch doraemon!!â he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. âif i didnât know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.â you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.
if thereâs someone (who thinks theyâre) escaping this question, itâs MIKEY. â âtou-chan, how are babies made?â blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. â âtou-chan?â she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races heâs watching and looks back at her. âask âkaa-chan, iâm not really good at biology.â he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where youâre blow-drying your hair. confident that heâs just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority â the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows heâs dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.
IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and youâre watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. âdaddy.â the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. âyes?â he answers, and you also look back to see whatâs going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover âhow are babies made?â you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. âwhereâd you find this?!â he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. âyour office.â he canât believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but heâs greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.
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Rewound Infinitely
Gojo Satoru x Reader
Part one: Infinite Rewind
Synopsis: A decade later, Gojo has finally caught up with you. Weddings take a lot of planning.
Word Count: 8.6k
(Warnings: flashbacks to gore, not healthy trauma coping, thats all tho! pretty wholesome compared to last time)
Some things about him had changed within a decade, while others stayed the same.Â
Even taller than you last saw him. His hair has been styled, no longer ivory chaos. You can't see a single blemish or mark despite the decade of fighting curses. He's as flawless as the first day you met him. No glasses; the entirety of his blue keeps you still.
You've seen this Satoru before: Suguru's memories, with glassy eyes, ruffled ivory hair, and an empty expression. Seeing such beauty yourself when you're standing right in front of him, it's breathtaking.Â
Even the lights of Tokyo couldn't compare to him.Â
You say nothing. You can't. Your mouth is dry and pointless. You're not even sure where to even begin. In front of a God, your insecurities pile up all over again. Is he disappointed by you? How could you explain everything that you put him through? Your mouth opens, you think you're about to speak: an apology, a plea, anything-
"âYou're late!"Â
His hands reach up to squish your cheeks together. It was so unexpected, you squeak.Â
And Gojo Satoru is pouting.Â
It's a wave. The ocean of anxiety, guilt, and fear crashes into the shore. You feel nothing but indignant rage at the brat who clearly hadn't matured one damn bit.Â
"I'm not late!" You hiss back. "If anything, you're the one who's late. I wasâ"
You're cut off by his laugh, light and happy.Â
He isn't offended by your outburst; he's overjoyed about it. His cheeks are dabbed with pink, and his lips are so wide that he's showing his teeth. Your anger wanes when he pulls you into his chest, arms circling around you. You can smell his cologne when he buries his face into your hair.Â
"There you are. Finally." He melts into you like butter. "I missed you, Greeny."Â
His voice is soft, quiet, and sincere. You can't do anything but hug him back, allowing him to sink.
"I missed you, too." You whisper.
He hums. Apart from the wind, it's quiet. He's clinging onto you as though he's afraid once he lets go, you'll disappear forever. His behavior is justified. You were constantly meddling with his life before whisking away. Just this once, you allow him to keep you within his reach, letting the cat catch the canary.Â
"This is sweet 'n all. But we're actually getting late." He mutters. "Also, we gotta do something about your clothes."Â
"Hm?"Â
One moment, you're atop the Tokyo Skybridge; the next, you're standing in an upscale boutique.Â
Satoru skips away from you. Meanwhile, you're frozen, brain scrambling to catch up with what happened. Teleport. He can teleport now.
"Mr. Gojo, sir." A voice calls. An older woman smiles at him.Â
He gives her a casual wave before gesturing over to you. "Mind giving this one a dress? It's a black-tie event. We don't have a budget."Â
The woman turns to you with a smile. "Of course, sir."Â
What?
Dazed, you pliantly follow the woman into the back of the boutique. Her hold on you is gentle as she ushers you through the hall with one hand on either side of your shoulders. When you look back, Satoru is waving with a wide grin. The door shuts behind you.Â
"Do you have any preferences?"Â
You turn back to the woman. She's still smiling. You can't tell if it's genuine or customer service. Perhaps both.Â
Did Satoru not like what you're wearing? When you look down, it makes sense. Your time on the tower wasn't kind to your hair, not to mention your clothes. This morning, you'd just thrown on the first thing you saw.Â
This morning. That felt like centuries ago.Â
She's still waiting. You give a trepid smile.Â
"Anything," you say, "anything as long as it's cheap. I'm not exactly swimming in cash."Â
She gives a confused look. "Oh, but Mr. Gojo is paying, isn't he?"Â
Was he? You had no idea what was happening, much less what he had just said. She returns to her usual smile.Â
"If you have nothing in mind, let's see here..."Â
Some time later, your usual clothing was removed and replaced by something satin and long. It was a pretty dress that fell right to your feet. A set of women also flitted in and worked on your hair and face, putting everything back in your face so that you looked more human and less cryptid.Â
"What do you think?" She asks, looking at you through that mirror.Â
Pretty, you looked pretty. But when you looked closer, no amount of make-up could remove that look in your eyes.Â
When you step back out, Satoru is waiting with a tapping foot.Â
"Finally!" He exclaims, standing up. He doesn't acknowledge the dress, probably because he's seen himself in better. "Thanks, Hana. Okay, let's go."Â
"Go?" You prod. "Go where? Youâyou still haven't told me what you're even doingâ"Â
It's no use. He grabs your hand, instantly warping you away from the boutique.Â
You're outside. There's people everywhere. In the distance, you can see a crystal glass dome. The sun was still in the sky, which was strange because you remembered watching a sunset not too long ago, unless you weren't in Japan anymore. To prove it to yourself, you check your phone location. Yakima, Washington. What the fuck.
Was this some type of torture, him flitting you from continent to continent, all in a ploy to punish you for something? You give him a pleading look.Â
"Just tell me what's going onâ"Â
"Nuh-uh." He grins. "It's a surprise! Besides, you'll figure it out soon enough. Now, I gotta' go. Stay here, be good, and find the panda!"Â
And then he's gone.
You always knew he was insane, but this is ridiculous, even for him. To leave you in the middle of nowhere, that asshole. Â
There is no one you recognize in the crowd, but they are all walking towards the dome, so you meekly follow. What did he say? Find the panda? It had to be a metaphor of some kind, or perhaps there was a panda statue you needed to wait under.Â
And then you see a panda on two legs walking and talking with a group of teenagers.
Seriously, what else did you expect?Â
Feeling like you've just aged five years, you approach the group. Including the animal, there's five. They all look like 14-16 years old. You feel like you're in high school all over again when they glance over at you. The girl looks particularly unimpressed.Â
"Hi." You look at the panda. Maybe it's a really good costume because no one else looks shocked. "Satoru said I should find you...?"Â
One of them seems to get the code. The one with black hair and puppy eyes perks up.Â
"Ah! Are you 'Greeny'?" Did he tell everyone about that nickname? Didn't you tell him it was supposed to be a secret? Though, it doesn't really matter anymore.Â
"It's not my actual name." You say before introducing yourself.Â
He gives a nod. "Okkutso Yuta." He bows. What a polite kid. "This is my friend, Inumaki Toge."Â
The kid with half his face under his scarf gives a wave. You smile.Â
"Just Maki." The girl steps in before she gives you a once-over. "I like your dress."Â
"Oh, thank you!" You say happily, "I love yours as well!"Â
She looks away, but you have a feeling she has a hard time taking compliments.Â
"I'm Panda." The panda fucking says, and no, it isn't a costume, but you're too tired to ask at this point. "Nice to finally meet you."Â
When the final kid says nothing, Panda reaches over and wraps a furry hand around his shoulder.Â
"And this is Fushiguro Megumi! He's shy." Panda says cheerily. The boy flusters under his weight.Â
"Get off." Fushiguro gripes.Â
"Don't mind him." Maki rolls her eyes. "He's just throwing a tantrum because his sister couldn't make it, and he's gonna have to socialize with people instead of hiding behind her."Â
Fushiguro glares, but he doesn't respond to that. He just gives you a nod, and you decide these are good kids. At the very least, they're all way better than that brat Satoru.Â
"So, why are we waiting out here?" You ask, peering around.Â
"The doors haven't opened, yet," Okkutso kindly relays, "we're just waiting out here until everything is set up."Â
"If they're taking this long, then they should at least ask for help." Maki crosses her arms. "We've been waiting out here for at least thirty minutes."Â
"At least there's food." Panda tries to assuage.Â
"Salmon," says Inumaki.Â
"They're serving salmon out here?" You give him an incredulous look and he waves his arms around.Â
"Bonito flakes." Inumaki says. Okkutso tries to come to his rescue.Â
"Inumaki can't speak anything but food items because of his curse-" Maki quickly yanks him down by his collar frantically. Fushiguro is whispering something in his ear. You watch them go back and forth before it clicks.Â
"Does it have something to do with his technique?" You ask, curiously.Â
They stop squabbling.Â
"Oh, our bad. Sorry 'bout that." Panda gives a sheepish grin. "We didn't think you'd know about jujutsu sorcery 'cause...well. Your cursed energy is really low."Â
"Super low." Maki agrees.Â
"Salmon."Â
"Even lower than Maki's." That earns Panda a punch from her.Â
"Thank you," you dryly say, before you turn back to the building.Â
"What's going on in that place anyway?"Â
They all give you an odd look before they look at each other. Did you say something wrong?
"Did Gojo-sensei not tell you anything?" Okkotsu asks.Â
You allow yourself to leak some bitterness. "Satoru just dropped me on the sidewalk before teleporting away. He never tells me anything.
"That sounds like him." Panda nods.Â
"Idiot," Maki says.
"Such an idiot," Fushiguro says, and now you feel bad for Satoru.
"Our sensei's getting married today." Okkutso supplies. He points at the dome.Â
You don't get why you didn't realize it sooner. You knew these kids, at least Okkutso, Maki, Panda, and Inumaki. They all showed up on the very last day Geto Suguru died. Okkutso, in particular, had fought and defeated Suguru.Â
These were Gojo Satoru's students.Â
You think back to the last time you saw Satoru. He didn't look like a groom, but he's an eccentric guy. You wondered what kind of person would put up with him for the rest of their lives. You pitied them.Â
"Oh." You frown. "His wedding? IâI would have at least brought a gift."Â
"I don't think he'd mind," Panda said, "besides, you didn't even know!"Â
You still felt a bit guilty.Â
"We didn't bring anything either," Fushiguro states, and it helps just a tiny bit.Â
"When the ceremony begins, you can sit with us," Okkutso tells you, "we're supposed to keep an eye on you, anyway."Â
"You're not talking to a dog." Maki grunts.Â
"Oh no IâI didn't mean to be offensive!" Okkutso backtracks. "It's justâwell, Gojo-sensei's been talking about you for a while, and we want to make sure everything goes smoothly and we were all really excited to meet you soâ"Â
He keeps rambling like that until Inumaki pats his shoulder. You laugh, amused.Â
"I wasn't offended or anything." You tell him before his words sink in. "Wait, Satoru talks about me?"Â
"All the time." Maki responds, an edge to her voice. "'Greeny this', 'Greeny that'."Â
"We usually tune him out when he gets like that," Panda says, "honestly, we didn't even think you were real until just now."Â
"I always thought 'Greeny' was an inside joke Gojo-sensei and Haibara-sensei had," Okkotsu admits.Â
Something warm bubbles in your stomach.Â
"So," Fushiguro speaks, "how do you know Gojo, anyway?"Â
You didn't know the story Gojo told them so you simply keep it vague.Â
"I knew him as a kid."Â
It's Panda who gets the most excited about this.Â
"Really? What was he like as a teenager?"Â
"A brat." You instantly respond, and then you think a little more. "But I don't think that ever changed."Â
They ask you a couple more questions about Gojo's high school days. You oblige, thinking this as payback for how Satoru dropped you here without saying anything. You don't know how long you spend out there, airing out Gojo's younger days while his students get increasingly giggly.Â
Okkotsu is the one who notices the crowd is moving.Â
"I think they opened the doors." He smiles. "Let's go, everyone."Â
You follow behind Maki, admiring the architecture. It's a grand building. Sparkling crystal glass lets the sunlight bleed in. The decoration was something else entirely. Small white flowers adorn the chandelier, and they cascade down the edges. Ice sculptures of angels greeted the guests. Live music was already playing. Satoru knows how to plan a wedding.Â
Maki finds you all seats. You sit next to her. Fushiguro follows you. Okkutso, Inumaki, and Panda take the seats behind you. While you wait for the guests to settle down, you pass your time, waiting for the students to bicker with one another. From your assumption, it looked as though Maki, Panda, and occasionally Inumaki butted heads with each other. Okkutso often served as the timid referee, trying to get everyone to calm down, which almost always made things worse. Fushiguro just elected to ignore everything.Â
"Are they always like this?" You lean over to whisper to him. Fushiguro gives a tired nod.Â
"Every. Single. Day." He's saying this from experience, but at least you get a show.Â
Everyone settles down eventually. The kids grow quiet when the music starts to swell. The indoor lights dim. It's starting.Â
You've never been to a wedding this grand before. There was a live orchestra. Women and men were dressed in baby blue, gently strumming away their cellos, violins, and violas.Â
It's how you miss Satoru's entrance. He's already standing on the altar by the time you look back. He's changed into something more formal. The suit and green tie fit him. A perfectly put-together beauty. As though he can sense your stare, he catches your eye and winks.Â
But why was he already up there? Shouldn't he beâ
"Sensei's coming!" Okkotsu whisper-yells. Inumaki hushes him.
Everyone turns to face the door. You do, too.Â
Your heart stops when you see him.Â
It's all there. Black hair, but it's longer this time around. Of course it is, he's had years to grow it out. He's tall, he must've grown since highschool.Â
You don't think you're breathing when you watch him walk down the aisle. The music is low, barely loud enough to hide the click of his heels. He takes his rightful place beside Satoru, his best man. Satoru gives him a nudge, and Suguru shakes his head fondly.Â
Everyone turns to see Shoko's entrance. You should too, but you keep staring at him. How much he's changed since high school. How much he's changed since he waltzed onstage wearing a priest's outfit, filled with nothing but empty hatred for those he viewed as weak.Â
But he's not wearing that twisted monk costume. His eyes aren't dull and dead and bitter. There's no sickly faux smile on his lips.
Today, Suguru looks like the happiest man on Earth.Â
His eyes are wide and eager and sparkling purple beauties. He's 27, but he looks younger. The lines of exhaustion and heartbreak aren't so prominent. And youâand youâ
You just sit there, watching as Shoko walks up to the altar, watching as they stand as bride and groom. His daughters, adorned in pretty blue dresses, stand right behind him, smiling so hard you're sure it hurts. The priest speaks. They say their vows. You can't hear a single word. It's like you're behind a glass wall, and you can see him, but you can't feel him.Â
 When they kiss, everything comes back. The crowd celebrates. Satoru ruffles Himeno's hair. Nanako smiles wider. Behind you, Inumaki and Panda sniffles. Okkotsu hands them a tissue.Â
"Itâs pretty." Maki comments. Fushiguro gives a hum of agreement.Â
⎔
Satoru finds you and the kids when you're waiting for the reception to start.Â
He appears behind you with a cheery, "And how are my lovely students holding up?" You almost spill your drink in shock.
"Sensei!" Okkotsu chirps. "Where's Geto-sensei and Ieiri-sensei?"Â
"Shoko's around; Suguru's taking a break," Gojo answers with a grin. "If you don't mind me, I'll be stealing this one for a sec."Â
He doesn't wait for an answer, steering you away by your shoulders. You look behind you. Panda waves. Fushiguro just looks even more upset. You wave back at them regardless.Â
"I can't believe you put your students out on babysitting duty." You tell him. "And what's with this wedding? There's no alcohol anywhere." To make your point, you take another sip of your apple juice.Â
"We have kids here. Kinda' have to make it alcohol-free," Satoru says.Â
"The bartender could ID them." You suggest.Â
"You think teens who fight curses daily wouldn't figure out how to get around that?" He grins. You frown at his frustratingly good response.Â
âWhatâd you think of them?â
âHm?â
âThe kids.â He urges. âWhatâd you think?â
Your brows scrunch. You have no idea what he means by that. Eventually, you take a breath.
âI like how...close they are.â You eventually say. âThe bond they share. They care. I think each one of them will be good sorcerers.â
Heâs silent, and you think you might have misunderstood his question.
âI learned that from you,â Satoru says, âkeeping them together, making sure they can grow, get stronger, together. You were always so insistent on that, back then. Iâm glad you were. It was one of the best things about you.â
You stare at him. Really stare. Youâve never heard him sound so genuine, so sincere before. You look into his crystal-blue eyes, wide and earnest. Part of you wants to take a picture, so you could keep it forever.
Eventually, Gojo successfully drags you to a less crowded area of the party. He looks around.Â
"Hm, he should be around here somewhere...?" Satoru hums to himself.Â
"Who?" You ask. That question answers itself.Â
Haibara Yu is waiting a little ways ahead. By now, the sun was starting to set. His brown hair turned gold. Gojo eagerly hurries you forward as he calls out to him. You stumble, still lost at what you're seeing.Â
"Guess who I brought?" Gojo sweetly sings, Yu-Haibara, he hasn't let you call him Yu yet-tilts his head.
He smiles, confused. "Oh? Hello!" He says cheerily. "Who's this?" He asks to Gojo.Â
"Guess," Gojo says.Â
Haibara stares at you, and you decide to give him a hint.Â
"Brocolli head?"Â
He gapes. It's almost the same reaction he had last time. Last time, when you had to convince him to kill you so you could go back in time to save Satoru. Â
"No way." He gasps. "Greeny?"
 He doesn't remember. He wouldn't, why would he? Still, it's nice to see the innocence on his face, rather than the pain you saw last time. Right before he snapped your neck.Â
You think he was crying the last time you two saw each other.Â
In this timeline, Haibara is hugging you so tightly you think your head's about to explode.Â
"It's really you?" Haibara says, but his bear hug muffles his words. "ââIâI canât believe it? Itâs actually you! I thought Iâd never see you again even though Satoru said we'd see you again one day, andâand then suddenly you pop up outtaâ nowhereânot that Iâm complainingâ butââ
"Haibara." You plead. "You're suffocating me."Â
"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry." He lets you go, and your lungs inflate again. "IâI'm just so happy! Andâand you're a girl!" He says it like it's the most surprising thing about this whole revelation. Maybe it is.Â
Satoru is always needy for attention and whines as always.Â
"Wait, you two came up with a code word?" He complains. "That's not fair. We never did that."Â
"I mean, it was Haibara's idea." You point out. "You should be smarter next time."Â
That makes him frown even more. You laugh.Â
"Yu." Haibara suddenly says.Â
You turn to him.Â
"My friends call me Yu."Â
It's nice to know that no matter what timeline you're in, Yu will always remain stagnant.Â
"Okay, lover boy," Gojo says with a not-so playful bite, "keep your eye on this one for me, okay? Gotta' go do more best man shit."Â
Satoru's gone once again. You look at Yu.Â
"He's been running around since I got here." You tell him. "Does that man ever rest?"Â
"Nope." Haibara grins, before taking your arm. "Follow me; you should meet a couple of people."Â
He leads you through the crowd. You spot the teens moping about out of the corner of your eye. Panda and Inumaki seem to be in a push-up competition. Maki is egging them on. You wisely decide not to disturb them.
Yu drops your hand to wave to someone. There's no need for any kind of introduction for these people.Â
Riko and Misato Kuroi smile at you first. Miss Kuroi's aged beautifully since you last saw her. Wispy silver hair knitted seamlessly into brown strands. She never got that chance to grow gray hairs last time. You're staring so much it might be rude.Â
"Yu?" Riko asks and you think you're about to break because they know each other. "Who's this?"Â
"Uh, this-" Haibara chokes before looking at your awkwardly. Right, he doesn't know your actual name.Â
Come to think of it, Satoru doesn't know either. He never bothered to ask too. Probably on purpose. Ass.Â
You smile and politely introduce yourself. It takes everything within you not to scream and hug them both because in this timeline, they don't know you. They never did.Â
But you can change that now.Â
"Hello!" Riko beams. "I'm Kuroi Riko, but just Riko is fine! And this is my mom: Kuroi Misato."Â
She says that so plainly, like that had always been her name, like Miss Kuroi had always been her mother. You wonder how long it took for those two realities to become her norm. Or maybe it hardly took time at all.Â
"It's wonderful to meet you." Miss Kuroi states before she tilts her head. "May I ask how you know the couple?"Â
Haibara jumps in for you. "Umâactually, this is Satoru's date!" He fumbles.Â
You do a double-take. No, you technically weren't Satoru's date. But you technically entered the wedding with him. And he was the one who 'invited' you. Fuck, you were the brat's date. Damn it.Â
"Ah." Nanami cuts in for the first time. "So, you're the one Gojo won't shut up about."Â
His accusation sounds like Maki's, but less harsh. You wonder if he has a favorite student.Â
Nanami looks the most different from his high school counterpart. A new haircut, less slouchy, more tall and refined. He blinks at you, slow and calculating.Â
Sheepishly, you laugh. "Yeah...that's me....sorry."Â
"Don't be rude, Kento."Â
Ieiri arrives with a soft smile and painted features. She's changed out of her glowing gown, sticking to something small yet perfectly elegant: a short white dress that curls ever so slightly at the ends. Riko's the first to hug her, ecstatic. Ieiri hugs her back, too, because they've become friends in this timeline. The circles under her eyes are less prominent. Her smile looks more real. This isn't the timeline where she's had to bury her friend; it's the timeline she's allowed to marry him.Â
"Congratulations," you say politely once everyone is done cooing over her. She smiles at you, the way a stranger would.Â
Then, her head tilts.Â
"Sorry," she hesitates, "do we know each other? You...feel familiar somehow."Â
Ieiri was the first person you met when you activated your technique and returned to the past for the first time. She was the one who calmed you down, kept you grounded. In a way, you owed a lot to her.Â
Looking at her, you can see why Suguru kept her cigarettes in his pocket.Â
You shrug. "I must have one of those faces."Â
The attention turns back to her, her beautiful dress, pure and white and beautiful. You feel Haibara stare at you. You shake your head at him. It wasn't the time. Maybe it never will be.Â
"This really is a beautiful wedding," Mistato says when the conversation reaches a pleasant lull, "I can't imagine how much it cost."Â
She shrugged.Â
"Probably a fortune, but I let Satoru deal with the numbers."Â
Misato looks confused, and Ieiri laughs.Â
"He paid for everything." She gestures to the venue. "Suguru and I didn't have to fork over a single cent. It's the least he could do for being a pain in the ass for 12 years."Â
Damn, you knew he was rich, but you didn't know he was rich rich. Maybe you should consider being nicer to him. If you ask politely, perhaps you could get him to pay off your car loans.Â
"I'll get him to pay for my wedding too." Riko proudly says.Â
"He'd probably do it, too." Ieiri nodded along. "He offered, just like that. The only thing he was hellbent on was the date."Â
"The date?" You echo. Ieiri shrugs, messing with her laced sleeves.Â
"Said it absolutely needed to be on December 24th. Something about spirituality. I never listened to that guy's rants."Â
It comes to you immediately, but you're pushing it away. No way. Satoru wouldn't. There isn't a chance in Hell he would have convinced his friends to have the biggest day of their lives on the same day you were supposed to meet him.Â
No, of course, he would do that. Ass.Â
"So, how do you know Satoru?" Riko asks you. When she realized how rude it sounded, she backtracked. "IâI didn't mean anything by it! It's just...the guy only knows five people. When he spoke about bringing someone along, I thought he was joking."Â
"Same here," Nanami says. Haibara stifles a laugh, and you realize all of Satoru's friends think he's a loser.Â
Friends. Back then, he only had one of those.Â
"Um." You toss Haibara look. He shrugs. "We met a few years ago! But we just recently reconnected." That's close enough to the truth. Good enough.Â
You remember your blunder. You sympathetically look at Shoko.Â
"I'm so sorry I wasn't able to bring a gift," you say, "I was blindsided. Satoru barely gave me enough time to get ready."Â
You laugh, and you're hoping they laugh it off too. They don't, instead Shoko, Nanami, Riko, and Misato look at you. Then, they look at each other.Â
Nanami speaks first. He clears his throat.
"Did Satoru....abduct you?"Â
"What?"Â
"That sounds like him." Misato sighs, more exasperated than anything else.
Riko nods along with her. "We tried to teach him. Where did we go wrong?" she laments.Â
Haibara and Shoko laugh as you desperately try to defend your not-date date because he didn't actually kidnap you, but he did bring you here against your will and started dragging you along like some toy, but it's the context about that that matters. You wished they could've had a bit more faith in him. Poor Satoru.Â
It ends eventually. Ieiri excuses herself. Riko and Misato go too. You stay with Yu and Nanami, watching as they get into increasingly petty arguments. Itâs hilarious how quickly Yu is able to bring the usually staunch and serious Nanami down to his level.
Sometime later, you find yourself roaming the balcony. The party roars on indoors, laughing, talking, cheering. It was chilly outside, you should go back in within a few minutes. You just needed a break from the action.
The sun had already gone down, by then. You were somewhere out in the country. The buildings sparsely dotted the horizon. There were no artificial lights. It meant the stars could shine as brightly as they wanted to, with no one to stop them.
You hadnât seen Satoru in a while. You had no idea where heâd run off to. It didnât matter; you knew heâd eventually pop out of a box to harass you again.
But now that you had space for yourself, you needed to think.
You rest your hands over the rail, looking up at the stars. There were so many out tonight.
You fixed the future. You changed everything. Does that mean you still needed to tell Satoru about the past timeline?
You promised him answers the next time you two met. You promised him an explanation. He waited ten years for that. You pinch at the fabric of the dress.
This future that you carefully built, crafted with your own hands. Itâs delicate, a glass castle.
Itâs justice, but did that make it right?
âWant one?â
The voice makes you jump.
He stares at you, leaning against the rail. Purple eyes, mirroring the starry sky.
You knew these eyes, for a while, they used to be yours.
You stare at him. Then, you stare at the cigarette in his inviting fingers.
Your fingers twitch.
âNoâno, Iâm fine.â You smile. âActually, Iâm trying to quit.â
âAh.â Suguru says, lighting it up before bringing it to his lips. âShouldnât tempt you, then. Pardon, whatâs your name?â
You can hear your heartbeat. Itâs loud, right in your ear. You wonder if he can hear it too. Are his curses around? Can they smell it? Your blood? Are they still as ravenous as the last time, eager to tear and fester and eatâ
âItâs Greeny,â you say, âyou can call me Greeny. â
He hums in approval.
âGeto Suguru,â he says, âthough Iâm pretty sure you already know that.â You both share a huff of laughter.
âMy fiancĂ© quit a few years ago.â Suguru starts, mentioning the cherry-red cigarette. âThought Iâd follow in her footsteps, but here I am.â He shrugs before he winces.
âWife, sorry.â He corrects. âI still canât believe it.â
The monsters come out to play their song. You close your eyes, forgive Suguru, and you die once more.
You smile at his tone. He sounded like that 12 years ago, when he was still just a kid. Full of soft wonder.
âIâm guessing youâve been planning this for a long time?â You ask.
He shrugs. âShoko did most of the work. This is all thanks to her, really. Unfortunately, I was too busy managing the school.â
âI heard you were a principal?â You prod.
Suguru nods, âOur current one recently retired. Iâm trying to follow in his footsteps.â
You think of Principal Yaga, the one with sunglasses and a stern expression. He looks a lot like Nanami in some areas. But he acts more like Suguru than anyone you ever knew.
And you knew Suguru; you knew him as well as yourself.
The screams start up again, and you forgive Suguru.Â
âI can tell youâre already making him proud,â you say, âI met your students. Theyâre good kids.â
He smiles, soft, gentle. Those used to be your smiles.
âThey are, arenât they?â He repeats back, âsome of them had a rough beginning, but it all worked out somehow.â He hums. âIâm glad.â
His daughters, the ones standing beside him as he kissed his wife, wide eyes and even wider grins. They didnât have the darkness in their faces. The bitterness. Like they did in the last timeline.
You were glad, too.
This death is a lot more painful than the others.Â
The curse that's holding you is more intelligent than its predecessors. It keeps you alive, tearing at your skin, feasting on your flesh. Blood is everywhere. You scream until it rips out your vocal cords. It's almost a mercy to just die.Â
You forgive Suguru.
âIt sounds like youâve had personal experience with that sort of thing.â When he looks at you, you quickly say. âYour eyes. IâI can see it. Iâve always been good at that sort of thing.â You knew Suguru. His eyes matched yours.
He doesnât look offended. Suguru takes a minute, reaching up to his black locks. He removes the elastic, pretty black hair falls down his shoulders Heâs grown it out since high school. It reaches his waist.
He eases himself back onto the rail, looking up at the stars. You follow.
âYeah, I do,â heâs saying, âI think I know what itâs like being them at that age. Alone, isolated, slipping down a rock. Drowning, but no one can see it.â Ingested. Exorcised. Ingested. Exorcised.
âWhen I was younger...it was really hard. Some days, I was so full of hate and anger. The pain was a lot. Sometimes, I had this despicable idea that it was someone elseâs fault I was like this. Someone innocent.â He laughs, bitter.
âAnd, on those days, I would often feel something.â
You look at him. Suguru doesnât stare back, eyes lost in the stars.
âSometimes, itâd be a voice. Other times a small nudge on my shoulders, pushing me in the right direction. Once, it was a hug, keeping me from doing something that wouldâve changed my life forever. And it would be just a bit more bearable, like I wasnât so alone.â
You can feel your heart in your throat. Your fingers grip the railing.
âWhat did you think it was?â You expect hate, disgust. You want to give yourself a reason.
You forgive Suguru.
He takes a moment, coming back from heaven. His eyes find yours.
âIâm not sure.â He admits. âIâm not religious, but I always liked to think of it asââ
An angel. A hand of God. A higher power. It doesnât matter what Suguru said, you knew what he meant.
A part of you always wondered why Suguru would return to Jujutsu society, when he wanted nothing more than to run from it. You expected him to retire. Instead, he took the reins of the beast, wrangling it down. Now, you get why.
âThatâs why youâre a teacher now,â you say, âso you could be the same thing for your students.â
He nods, and you think of Maki. You think of Okkutso. You think of Panda. You think of Fushiguro. You think of Inumaki. Suguru must have been there for Maki, even when her own family wasnât. Suguru must have helped Okkutso control his technique, being the only one who could. Suguru, must have made these kids better than they ever possibly couldâve been. Fighting for them instead of against them.
âSorry.â He blinks. âIâI didnât mean to get so sentimental. Itâs been years since I thought about my own highschool years.â He laughs, voice full.
âYouâre just...really nice to talk to.â He hums. âI donât think I can explain it but itâs...familiar somehow.â
You look at him. Heâs older, but in some ways, he hasnât really changed. Even now, when you look at him, you see a reflection of yourself.
âI can see why he likes you.â
âWho?â You ask when he brings you back from your thoughts.
âThe idiot.â But he says it so affectionately, so lovingly, you canât help but smile. âI saw him dragging you around earlier. Sorry about that. I wouldâve stepped in but...â He trails off, thinking.
âItâs been a while since I saw him like that.â
You hadnât noticed anything about Satoru. He smiled just as brightly as he did in highschool. Now, you wonder if this was the first time in a while Suguru had seen that side of him: carefree, no longer The Strongest.
It hurts. It hurts so much. Blood seeps into the pavement. You can hear the curse laughing. It sounds like him.
You forgive Suguru.Â
âAre you and himâŠâ he trails off.
âNo.â You laugh. âNo, Iâm hisâŠ.childhood friend. We just havenât seen each other in a while.â
âOh?â He tilts his head. âHow long has it been?â
You decide to be honest. âTen or so years, give or take?â
He whistles.
âNo wonder heâs bouncing around like a yipping puppy,â He says, and you canât help but agree with the analogy.
âIn any case.â He leans over the railing. His cigarette is down to its last embers. âI hope you stick around. A friendâŠI think he needs more of those more than anything.â
You stare at him. Those purple eyes. You can see what Shoko sees. You can see what Satoru saw all those timelines ago. They only ever saw the light, the gentleness, of Geto Suguru.
You are the only person in the world who knows him.
Heâs killed people. Heâs killed you. No matter how much logic or justification or pain was involved, the blood of the innocent is still sticky. It still drips across the pavement, scarring the sidewalk in red. It still hurts.
When Suguru would kill you, youâd force yourself to forgive him. You needed to die without regrets, because the pain of hatred builds up, youâve seen it happen firsthand.
But now that youâre free, what Suguru did to you wasn't fair. Just because his innocence was taken away doesnât give him the right to take the lives of others. It never gives anyone the right to murder. You keep telling yourself that this Suguru and that Suguru were differentâŠbut they werenât. Not really. The look in their eyes matched perfectly.
Heâd do it again, in the right conditions.
And yet.
You forgive Suguru.
You canât judge him. If there is a God, maybe Suguru will have to pay for the crimes he committed all those timelines ago. You canât save Suguru from that. But to you, the debt is paid.
Besides, youâre too tired to hate him. And you wonât allow yourself to fall into the same cycle he struggled to break free from.
You look into his eyes. Then, at his ring. You smile.Â
And that's enough.
âI will,â you say, âI will.â
Then, as two parts of a whole, the two of you stare at the stars for a little while longer.
⎔
The reception was nice. A fancy dinner, you canât remember the last time you ate something. The speeches were beautiful, especially Shokoâs. You swore you saw Nanami shed a tear, but you never said anything about it.
You saw a glimpse of white hair in the crowd before the first dance began. Stunning music. The couple must have practiced for months. Bride and Groom, husband and wife, held hands and looked at each other like they were the only ones in the room.
Megumi stood beside you, watching Ieiri and Geto sway to the music. As though the kid could sense him, Megumiâs serene face sours. Youâre about to ask him whatâs wrong when thereâs a tap on your shoulder.
âCute, huh?â Satoru starts, mentioning at the dance. âIt didnât look this put-together in the beginning. Shoko gave him a ton of bruises,â he says with a shit-eating grin.
You frown. âShouldnât you be doing something else than gossiping about your friends?â
âI am! Iâm checking up on my son!â And then he turns to Fushiguru. âMegumi!â
âNo.â Fushiguro instantly rebukes.
âDonât mind him.â Satoru chides. âHeâs going through an angst phase.â Fushiguro rolls his eyes, but he shifts just a tiny bit.
âYâknow, he was actually supposed to be the flower boy, but he refused. Such a shame, the pictures wouldâve been something else.â Gojo sighed and now youâre convinced they arenât father and son.
âThat was never going to happen.â Fushiguro says, and as if he thinks youâre naive enough to believe Satoru, he glances at you. âNever.â
âOf course not.â You crack a smile.
You watch as Ieiri descends into a graceful spin, Geto taking the lead. When he tips her over, your eyes soften.
Gojo leans over; you can feel his breath in your ear.
âNext year.â He whispers. âFor us, itâll definetly be next year.â
You jerk away but heâs already skipping off, having the audacity to call out a cheerful âtoodlesâ.
âWhat did he say?â Fushiguro questions.
Thatâs what you wanted to know, too, but you were so tired, and the night was so long, and you couldnât bother to get out your Gojo translator and figure it out.
âThe same stuff he always says. Nonsense.â You decide on. Fushiguro takes the answer.
âI donât understand how he has all that energy.â You mutter, watching Satoru disappear through the crowd.
âI thought heâd get better with age, turns out I was wrong,â Fushiguro says.
âI wanted to ask,â you start, your eyes still on Ieiri and Geto, âhow do you know Gojo? Arenât you still in middle school?â
âEveryone knows Gojo. Heâs pretty famous in the jujutsu world.â Fushiguro shrugs. âBut personally...heâs my benefactor. Took me and my sister in when my parents left.â
You look at him. And you feel like an idiot.
Heâs the spitting image of his father. Sharp cobalt eyes. Black hair. Fushiguro Toji is all over the young man.
Gojo Satoru, the one who killed the sorcerer killer, took care of his enemyâs children.
âWhat?â Fushiguro asks when youâre smiling
You shake your head. âNo, no itâs nothing.â
Satoru told you that youâre the one who taught him about the importance of bonds. But you think he should take some of the credit too.
⎔
Eventually, everyone gets on the dancefloor.
Itâs a mess. Absolute chaos. Panda and Inumaki are trying and failing to do the waltz. Maki and Okkuttso are lightly swaying to the music. Theyâve managed to get Fushiguro up there too. Though, he doesnât look extremely happy.
The adults are even worse. Apparently, the retired principal Yaga is a pretty good dancer. You think one of them found alcohol, because Haibara looks absolutely wasted. Heâs swinging his arms around, almost hitting the other guests. Nanami is trying to get his attention, but the guy wants none of it. When Haibara catches your eye, he wildly waves in clear invitation.
You smile back, but you shake your head. You think heâs about to come up to you, but something else catches his eye, and heâs grinning at a very irrated-looking Iori.
You were sitting on a chair, just people-watching. It was a nice break from everything. To listen to the music, lightly tap your feet, play with the frill of your dress. You werenât really in the mood to dance.
Besides, you werenât technically invited here anyway. Itâd be rude to just burst on the scene.
âThere you are! Been looking all over for you!â
You donât have to look over to see who it is. Satoru slumps down in a chair next to you.
âGreeny, you gottaâ do something about your cursed energy. Itâs so weak. Like finding a needle in a haystack.â
âThanks,â you say dryly.
âAlways happy to help.â Satoru beams, and then he glances over at the floor.
âWeâre dancing after this song, by the way.â
âAbsolutely not.â
âItâs so cute you think you have a choice, Greeny.â
You frown. âThereâs no point in calling me Greeny anymore. Unless you still donât know my name.â
âI do, but it doesnât matter,â Satoru says arrogantly. âYouâll always be my Greeny to me.â
You roll your eyes. Even now, heâs a brat. You thought all these years would mellow him down just a tiny bit.
âSo,â you start, âare you done with your âbest man shitâ?â
âYup.â He announces. âNow, I can sit back and enjoy the show.â
You smile, but you can still feel the butterflies in your stomach. Heâs been running around so far and itâs given you time. Now, that heâs free, it means you two have to talk.
And you arenât sure if you truly want to.
You flex your fingers.
âUm, how have youââ
âStop.â Satoru interrupts. âLetâs not make this awful, Greeny.â
You nod immediately, relaxing. His voice gets softer, after that.
âIâm glad you chose that color,â he says, âI was sortaâ hoping you would.â
You look down at the dress. A deep green. You hadnât even thought about the color, the boutique lady had basically thrown it at you.
The shade of Satoruâs green tie matches your dress. You can feel your smile again. Typical.
âIâm glad I did too,â you honestly say. And then, you continue to fiddle with your fingers. Ultimately, you decide to just bite the bullet.
âI thought youâd be mad.â You finally say, words jittery and unfocused. âAngry at me for...for what I did.â
Heâs silent, and you feared that it was all true. The laughs and the jabs were all a facade.
"I donât think I was ever mad." He responds, staring into the crowd. "Hurt, yeah. Then, it faded into something that stung everytime I thought about it, and then...something else. And now, I know it's a waste to get mad because you're finally here now. With me."Â
His tone pitches upwards as he reaches over to painfully pinch your cheek.Â
"'Sides, I know you can't escape me anymore, Greeny," Satoru cheerfully says, "Now, I know your face, your name, and with little effort, I could probably find your address, your social security-"Â
"Okay! Okay!" You pull away, rubbing your cheek. Damn, he's scary. "Threat acknowledged."Â
"Good!"Â He straightens himself back up, and you find yourself slumping again.
âI am sorry, though,â you say, âfor leaving like that. I...I always wished I could do that a bit differently. You deserved better.â
âDonât do that.â He shakes his head. âDonât blame yourself for only doing what you could. It eats at you, Greeny. It really does.â He sighs, leaning forward in his chair.
âYou deserved better too,â he says back, voice barely above the music, âI always had some regrets about those years. I thought I couldâve done more to help you, back then.â
There it was again: selfishness, the urge to do good to others while retaining that greed. You supposed you taught him that.
You put your face in your hands.
âEven though, you dragged me here against my will, I feel so guilty being here.â You complain, hoping itâll lighten the mood. âYou should apologize to everyone because I crashed the party.â
Satoru scoffs. âWhat are you talking about? Everyone loves you!â He exclaims. âLook, Yuâs ecstatic. Riko wonât stop gushing about you; you even have Nanamiâs approval! I donât even have that!â You roll your eyes, sinking back in your seat.
âBesides, you needed to come. You needed to see it.â
âSee what?â You ask.
âThis.â He points to the venue, the ballroom full of glittery whites and sparkles.
âLook around, Greeny. Look at all the people you saved.â
Haibara and Riko are dancing together. Two dead children finally had the chance to grow up. Misato speaks to Nanami. Beautiful gray hair, eyes that arenât so tired. Shoko sparkling in her dress, and Getoâ
The same day he was supposed to die, Suguru was getting married.
âThank you.â When you look at him, Satoru is staring right at you. His sea eyes give everything and more.
âThank you for saving all of us.â
Your heart skips, then just stops completely. You canât cry, you wonât not here, not on such a happy day. But your eyes are stinging. And Satoru is turning blurry.
And then, like Satoru always does, he ruins the moment.
"Did you just fall for me a little?"
His head tilts. That same mischievous, irritating smile lights up on his face.
You relax, laughing out of disbelief. When you speak, your voice is barely scratchy. "You're so full of yourself; it's actually a little cute."Â
"You think I'm cute?"Â
"Did you hear anything else that I just said?"Â
"I heard you think I'm cute,â Satoru responds proudly, and you doubt heâd ever let you hear the end of it.
âAnd besides! Today is supposed to be a celebration for you too!â He exclaims.
âOh really?â
âYes,â Satoru says proudly, âyou did it! You became a fully-fledged sorcerer. Considering your low CE, you might pass as grade four, but when I talk to our new principal, Iâm sure heâll make things right. Get ready to join be and him in the big leagues.â
You could read between the lines. Satoru wanted to tell everyone. You think a while ago, you might have agreed, but...
âCan...Can I quit being a sorcerer?â You ask. âIâm tired.â
He takes a second. Some of you wonders if heâll try to talk you out of this. Itâs more beneficial for him if you stay as an asset to the jujutsu world. How many peopleâs lives will be saved by a technique like yours? To be able to go back in time again and again and again. To die again and again and again.
âSomeone once told me that itâs okay to be selfish every once in a while.â Satoru looks at you, eyes like lilies once again. âI wonât fault you for it. I donât think anyone will.â
When you try to smile, it feels wobbly.
âThat person sounds smart.â
âNah.â He grins. âAn idiot, actually. Way too oblivious.â
You laugh, despite the insult.
âQuit,â Satoru says when itâs quiet again, âdo whatever you want. But...you canât run away, okay? I wonât let you.â
Itâs barely a touch. His hand reaches for your fingers. Youâre the one who grabs it.
âI wonât.â You promise. âI wonât.â
Heâs satisfied with that. You can tell when he squeezes your hand back.
You look at him, and you decide you won't tell Satoru what happened in the last timeline.
There's no point. It wouldn't do anything but shatter everything he worked so hard to make. Why would you break the glass when you could just add concrete, make it stronger? You saved everyone. A few white lies here and there just keep this future safe.
And you know this Satoru. If you told him, he'd carry that burden with you like the soldier he was. You don't want him to do that. You don't want him to have the same look you see in your own face. One last sacrifice.
When you come back, Satoru is shifting in his seat, uncrossing his legs.
âSo...about that dance?â
âUgh, fine.â You stand up. âOne dance. And if you do anything embarrassing, Iâm leaving.â
âClearly, you donât know me as well as you think you do.â He grins, standing up himself.
He doesnât release your hand for the rest of the night.
You donât mind.
(When you disappear again, Makiâs the one who finds you.
By then, itâd been long into the night. Shoko and Suguru were already gone, off to their honeymoon in the Maldives. Riko, Misato, and most of the students were sleeping off the night. Maki, his most diligent student, was helping the remaining adults pack up the venue.
Sheâs dragging chairs away when she grunts in Satoruâ direction.
âBy the way, your dateâs sleeping outside.â
Ah, you were on the balcony. No wonder he couldnât find you. Satoru needed to do something about your cursed energy. Whatâs the point of having six eyes when he canât even find the one person whoâs evaded him for a decade?
Youâve completely passed out. Slumped over on a chair, head bent at an angle that could not be comfortable. Satoru knows he should feel bad. He dragged you around the entire night like a ragdoll. This was partially his fault.
He canât really blame himself, not when you were finally here.
It still feels like a dream. Being able to hear your voice, not Suguruâs, not Yuâs. Your touch. Your eyes. Your face. Your laugh. For years, heâs wondered what it sounded like.
Reality beat even his perfect daydreams.
Seeing you up there on the Tokyo Skytree. The wind pushing your hair back and forth. It was breathtaking.
Even the lights of Tokyo, couldnât compare to you.
He leans down, lips at your ear, voice low because heâs too prideful to let anyone else hear, not even you.
âI know itâs too late, but you looked really pretty tonight.â
You say nothing, but you shift, murmur something in your sleep. Itâs all he needs.
He ditches the clean up party, taking you within his arms. He thinks he says something to Yu, but Satoru doesnât really care if he heard. Right now, he only has one priority.
Tonight, heâll sleep on the hotelâs pull-out sofa while you snooze in the luxurious queen-sized bed. Youâll probably be mad in the morning, something about how you shouldâve taken the couch, but he doesnât mind your mindless acts of selflessness.
Heâs waited a decade. He deserves to keep you.
And he knows you wonât fault him for being selfish one more time.)
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