#none of them know what anything tastes like

[madamechrissy]

=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- MDNI- NSFW- a little light angst hitting here now, it's still decently light hearted, an INTENSE sex scene, we are back at the hospital for most of this chap! Warnings- light violence, there is also some insinuation over overuse of prescription meds, smacking (during sex), rough sex, oral sex (m and f receiving) teasing, prone bone, creampie. Reader, 26, Dr. Gojo 34- Grey's vibes ✨️

=͟͟͞♡ Word Count- this chap- 12k (longest by farrr)

=͟͟͞♡ Summary- You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!

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Part Five

Maki is snickering into her hand, while you palm your forehead, watching Satoru Gojo, your… boyfriend/lover!?- knock your ex down like he is nothing. Satoru is straddling Mahito, laughing maniacally, pulling back and punching his face with a resounding thwack.

“Oooh! We need snacks, Yuta bring em baby.” Yuta eagerly yanks the chips and dip, they both start munching as you glare at them. “What?”

“My money is on Dr. Gojo.” Yuta says.

“Well duh, no bets here!”

“You guys…”

Toge watches with a small smile, coming to stand next to you now, hands in his pockets. “Are you betting too?”

“No.” He says simply, and Maki and Yuta are munching on the chips, as Satoru is punching Mahito again, who is rolling over and grimacing in pain.

“He wants ‘em both beat up.” Yuta says, Toge lets out a little laugh, surprising you, but it’s hard to focus on your chaotic ass roomies when Mahito is getting the breaks beat off him by your very tall, very strong boyfriend. You’d be lying if you didn’t get this flutter in your tummy from it, from how good he looks, the pure manliness of him.

“You’re simping so hard.” Maki teases.

“Shush!”

“Who the fuck are you… ah shit… fuck…” Mahito pulls out from under Satoru now, getting on top of him for just a minute, and you go to yank him off now, surprising him and making Satoru laugh, knuckles sprinkled with blood.

“Mahito what the fuck are you doing? You’re going to need a doctor if you don’t stop now.” You shove at him, he glares, grabbing your wrist.

“If you’d just talk to me, and stop running like you always do.”

“Ah-ah. Off her now.” Satoru goes to walk up, but you hold your hand up, shaking your head.

“We broke up, what more do you need?” He sighs, putting back on these big sad gray eyes, trying to step closer to you, but you step back.

“Sweetheart we just need to talk is all, I don’t want to give up on us, even if you clearly have a… mistake you’ve made.”

“Mistake!? We’ve been done for months! And he’s not a mistake.”

“He is, you just don’t know better. Just give me a moment and I’ll leave you alone forever-”

“Gaslighter.” Toge grumbles, Satoru, Maki and Yuta all laugh, your living room is pure chaos, now Satoru is eating snacks while shirtless and messy, you notice, shaking your head at the people surrounding you.

“Satoru is my boyfriend now, and it’s none of your business. We are done. Talking alone won’t change it.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.” He whispers, leaning close, making you tense in disgust.

Fuck you had bad taste didn’t you?

“I am not doing anything to you, you’re the one coming here and punching my boyfriend, uninvited, crashing our party. I need you to leave.”

“Please just…” He grabs your shoulders, the entire room tenses, you wonder if he realizes everyone in here will beat the shit out of him. “Walk me to my car then, and give me just a minute.”

“No way.” Gojo says.

“No fucking way.” Maki says now.

“Fine.”

“What!?” Your friends all shout, even Toge, and you sigh.

“I’ll walk him out and we can get back to Friendsgiving. Okay?” You shake off his touch, walking next to him out of the door, Satoru pauses you, hand on your back.

“You sure?” He murmurs.

“Yes, I’ll be back in a minute.” You kiss his cheek, before stepping out into the evening, seeing your ex coughing just a bit, holding his ribs, you can’t help but feel a little satisfaction. “Listen…”

“No, you listen. I’m willing to forgive all your mistakes, take you back.” You blink at his audacity, while he caresses your cheek, your fingers itch to smack his hand off. “I love you enough to forgive you.”

“Mahito you never loved me, you only love yourself.”

“How can you say that? After all I did, after I stayed with you during all that schooling, during all that interning?”

“You didn’t support me, you just whined and were needy. Don’t even get me started on the rumors of you fucking around too.”

“I never-”

“Enough.” You cut him off again, shaking your head. “I have moved on, I admit I didn’t pay enough attention, but y’know med school is a bitch, and I was exhausted. I needed someone to just… be with me. Not demanding this, or that. I can’t deal with that anymore. Just let it go.”

“You’re such a cold bitch.” You glare then, smacking him right in the face, he glares right back, raising his hand to his cheek, stepping closer.

“Are you serious? No, I’m not cold, and you will not call me a bitch ever again. Literally, I’m done, you’re making a mutual breakup hell.”

“How can you leave me if you loved me?” 

“I… don’t think I did.” You start to let it sink in, what you felt the entire relationship wasn’t like one minute with Satoru, even the moment you met him, not that you can call it love yet, it’s too soon and scary.

But those feelings? Blow anything you’ve had out of the water.

“As I said you’re cold, and a-”

“If you call me a bitch one more time, I will dislocate your jaw and relocate it. You got me?” You ask with a pretty smile, and he steps back, going to his car door now and opening it.

“We’re not done with this conversation.”

“Yes we are.”

He speeds off, peeling tires, you roll your eyes, shaking when you step back into the house, Satoru has one of Yuuta’s shirts on now, it’s clinging to his muscles, way too small on his broad chest. They all look at you, Satoru holds up a glass of wine and you take it gratefully, while he pulls you against his side.

“You okay baby?” You nod, sipping the wine and sighing.

“Are you okay? He hit you.”

“Psh, that? Nah he didn’t do shit.” He taps his abdomen, when the stove starts beeping from the kitchen, you gasp when you see smoke, running over to it now, opening it and seeing the smoking turkey.

“Is it savable? Should I perform CPR?” Maki says worriedly, once the smoke clears however you have an only slightly darkened turkey, turning and grinning at them.

“It’s fine! A little well done.” You’re fanning it, and Satoru’s snorting in laughter.

“Your house is chaotic.” He says then.

Your heart hammers in your chest. Is it too much? He already doesn’t want commitment, and now you have baggage and-

“Love it.” Satoru puts his arms around Yuta and Maki's shoulders now. “I’m cutting the bird, daddy’s home you know.”

“Daddy’s home!?” Maki demands, snorting.

“Gojo I’m not calling you daddy.” He wiggles his brows, letting them go and then grabbing oven mits, helping you pull the turkey up and out, then leaning close after he shuts the oven door.

“Bet you will next time I get you alone.”

*****

Two days later

Friendsgiving turned out fun, but it’s back to work now, you’re getting changed into your scrubs, when your bra gets caught on your sweater. “Shit… Toge, could you help out?”

He’s the only one in there with you that you’re comfy with, but he turns bright red, just staring at your back. He then runs off, slamming his locker, leaving your upper half folded into the sweater, you curse internally, you’re already having a shitty morning. You found a zit on your face, you are a little hungover from too much wine, and you barely got sleep last night.

And now, you’re late, and Gojo hates when one of you is late, for someone so relaxed and late himself to shit, he seems to have no tolerance for it from his interns. You hastily keep trying to get out of your sweater until your arms are trapped, and you hear your name being called out, then a burst of laughter.

“Intern, ya need help?” Comes Satoru's amused voice, you glare into your sweater.

“Oh just do it!” He comes to you, quickly unlatching your bra, you free yourself, hair a mess, exhaling and looking at him, expecting amusement, but he's staring at your exposed breasts, eyes dilated. “Not gonna make fun of me?”

He gulps now, helping get the soft threads from the hooks of your bra strap. “Too pretty.”

You feel the heat on your cheeks from his praise. “Oh?”

“Oh. Turn around.” He clears his throat, you turn and he helps re snap your bra on, fingertips trailing down between your shoulder blades, making you tremble, when Dr. Nanami walks in suddenly, you step away, but Gojo’s fingertips stay.

“Satoru, seriously?” Nanami says. Satoru clears his throat now, looking at you when you turn, throwing the scrub top over your chest.

“Was helping her, she was… stuck.”

“That's what we're calling it?”

“I really was stuck, Doctor Nanami.” He shakes his head and sighs.

“Be more cautious.” He goes to his locker now, taking his jacket and shirt off, when you see him you're enamored for just a moment, earning Satoru standing in front of you.

“Are you checking him out!?”

“What!? No! I swear. No?” Nanami smiles just a bit, you swear you see him smirk, though you’re not sure if it’s your imagination.

“You'll make me jealous.” Satoru pouts and you giggle, looking around before giving him a little kiss.

“I love your body. He's just built like a whole action star, it threw me off. It's ridiculous how jacked he is.” You whisper, Satoru scoffs.

“I heard all of that, you know. You two calm down, get to work.” Nanami says, all dressed now and serious.

“Yes sir!” You both salute him, darting out now.

“You think he's hot!” Satoru huffs.

“Satoru really? Are you getting jealous?” He glares now, stomping away. “Really now?”

“You get to do charts, missy.” Satoru orders minutes later, as Maki and Yuta try to keep their laughter in, handing you stacks of them.

“What, I swear you're so immature!”

“Am not. Your turn for charts. Maki, wanna scrub in?” Maki grins.

“Sorry he's mad at you, but hell yeah.” You glare at the both of them, setting the charts down on the table with a sigh.

“Oh whatever. Go on then.” Satoru leans down over you as you plop down in the seat, breath tickling your ear, lips just a tease.

“You're my girlfriend and my intern.” You pause again, it makes you way too happy when he says it, damn near giddy. “Check him out with your mouth wide open again and I'll never let you out of paperwork.”

“My mouth was not open!” He just smirks and everyone runs off to their assignments.

Sleeping with your boss has the opposite of perks.

*****

Your hands are aching from paperwork, you’re stretching them as Satoru enters the elevator now, still glaring at you, you both are silent as the doors shut. You gently brush the backs of your fingers against his, thinking he’s so mad still he may pull away, but he brushes his back, looking down at you then with those eyes of his, the ones that ruin you.

“Satoru, I was just teasing, I think… well I think you’re the most attractive man I’ve ever seen, okay?” You say softly, he grins then, big wolfy grin.

“Knew it.”

“Oh god.” You roll your eyes, pulling your hand away, he turns and presses you against the wall now, making your breath catch. Your hands slid up his white lab coat, as his lips were just a breath away.

“I was jealous. I only want you looking at me.” He kisses you softly, a brush of his lips now.

“For someone who doesn’t ever want anything serious, you’re very serious about this.” He blinks, pulling back now, and you curse under your breath. “Sorry, I’ve been holding shit in I think.”

“About the no marriage thing? I thought you understood.” He eases back, you sigh, looking down at your shoes then.

“I understand just fine, but it’s nowhere near how I feel about relationships.”

“Are you so old fashioned?” He teases, you shrug, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess. Like I could maybe go without the paper, but I want to live with the person I end up in love with, I want kids.”

He blinks in confusion. “As a doctor?”

“Yes, as a doctor. I want a family of my own, I don’t really have one.” You break off a bit as it’s quiet now. “None of those things have to happen now, but they are things I will want in the future. I absolutely love being with you, but I don’t know if I can sacrifice that.” He blinks once more, opening his mouth and then closing it.

“Are you saying we’re done already?” He whispers, you shake your head then, a hand on his shoulder.

“Not at all. It’s just I don’t know what the future would be for us. I’m overthinking it, I know we’ve only hooked up and had like a couple dates. But…”

“I just can’t change overnight.” He says, breaking you now.

“I know. I don’t expect you to, but I had to get it out there, it’s been eating at me is all. For now, take it one day at a time?” He nods, leaning down and cupping your face, and you feel far too much.

“I respect what you want. Can you respect what I want?”

You nod, and he exhales again, kissing you, as the elevator dings, you both separate just in time, walking side by side, his kiss radiating off your lips. “I am sorry I threw that on you…” You murmur.

“Nah, it’s fine, intern.” He smiles just a bit. “How about another date, you need to make it up to me.”

“I can do that if you take me off chart duty.” He snorts, nodding then. “All right, date where?”

“Do you get motion sickness?” You giggle at the question, curiously shaking your head. “Alright then meet me after your shift.”

“Sounds good, Doctor Gojo.” You ache to kiss him then, you feel awful for having spilled all of that out, but he’s giving you a bright smile, so you hope everything will work itself out.

“Sutures now.”

“Really?” You glare, and he sticks his tongue out. Clearly he’s not done punishing you for the day.

You’re later sitting and stitching up a patient’s shoulder, when Maki walks in, all excited and waving her arms, breathless and excited. “Bitch we decannulated a fucking heart.”

“Oh go on, rub it in.” Yuta grumbles, the patient watches you all with amusement, you smile apologetically.

“Intern things.” You explain, when Toge comes in, glaring at you suddenly. “What are you so mad about?”

He says nothing, sitting down in a seat, as do Yuta and Maki, nibbling on snacks, the shift is finally almost done for the day. “You decannulate a heart and I was stuck on baby duty with Dr. Shoko.”

“Dr. Shoko is awesome though.” You counter, Yuta sighs.

“Sure, but I want to decannulate hearts. Who did you work under, Maki?”

“Dr. Gojo. Thanks for pissing him off babes.” She winks at you, the patient giggles now as you finish up.

“Have you angered your boyfriend?” They ask, you gasp, and Yuta and Maki snicker, but Toge still is glaring. “Or… is he your boyfriend?”

“Toge? No he’s my best friend, or he was. He’s mad at me.”

“Clearly.” The patient agrees, Toge stands then, glaring at you once more, walking right out, Maki and Yuta make an ‘oooh’ sound.

“What’s wrong this time?” You demand, and Yuta sighs, nibbling on his cookie and leaning back.

“You’re with Gojo, it’s got him upset. Plus I heard you got naked right in front of Toge this morning.”

“Whatever, I got stuck in my sweater and he ran. We all get naked, you know, it’s a locker room.” You’re using the antiseptic carefully, bandaging the patient up now. “How are you feeling?”

“The morphine is great.” You three snort in laughter now. “How’d you piss both your boyfriends off?”

“Oh god.” You lean back in your spin chair, yanking off your latex gloves and tossing them in the waste bin then. “I angered the one boyfriend by saying Dr. Nanami was hot.”

“You wanna bang the entire hospital.” Maki earns you throwing a paper cup in her direction. “What? It’s true.”

“Says you. Oh… they’re together, too.” You whisper to the patient, earning both of them blushing.

“No wonder Toge’s mad at you, you’re annoying.” Yuta sticks his tongue out now, and you smirk, wiggling your brows.

“Oh am I? Thought you all loved me!?”

“We do sometimes.” Yuta grins at you.

“Keep pissing him off please.” Maki says, standing and winking.

“Keep pissing who off?” Comes Doctor Gojo’s voice now, as he waltzes right into the room, and the patient gasps.

“Oh, no wonder, I’d date him too.” Gojo snorts, covering his face for a moment, as you’re a blushing mess now.

“Right? I’m the most handsome doctor, hmm?” He grins at the patient, who has to fan themselves then.

“Oh yes.”

“See? Maybe if you agreed you could have decannulated a heart.” Gojo says, and you sigh, standing up now.

“No date.”

“What!?”

You walk right past him, and soon Gojo has chased you down, you glare at him before shutting yourself in one of the bunk rooms, Satoru sneaks right in though, devious smirk still on his handsome face when he presses you against the door. Your breath catches, being alone with him always sets you on fire, the way his big hands slip under your scrub top.

Your body reacts when his hands press into your waist, sliding up the curve of it, thumbs under the swells of your breasts in your lacy bra. Your own hands glide up his chest, resting where his heart is thudding steadily, you see the glint in his pretty eyes, how they’re lidded, lashes casting shadows on his face in the dark little room.

“My intern is kind of a brat.” Gojo’s voice is husky, you giggle then, shaking your head. “Oh no? She’s been really bratty all day.”

“Maybe you should cheer her up a bit?” You tease, he moans softly, kissing you, tongues entwining as his hand slips down your tummy, it trembles when his fingers go under the waistband of your scrubs.

“Cheer you up, like this? Fuck…” He moans when he finds you, soaking wet against your panties, you whine out softly, covering your mouth then, when he rolls his finger in a little circle.

Gojo could say he did not want to date or even do anything but fuck, and you fear your body would go along with it. You’re crying out when you kiss him again, when he bends down and angles his arm just so, rubbing your clit side to side, pinching it with two long fingers. You’re rubbing him over his scrub pants then, feeling him thicken under your touch, he gasps against your neck.

“Fuck you’re so wet, baby. All for me, hmm?” You nod eagerly, as he nips your neck with sharp teeth. “Say it.”

“All f-for you-” Both of your pagers go off then, you curse, overheated, as does he, adjusting himself with a wince. “Dammit.”

“I know.” He cups your face with one hand gently, brushing back your hair gently, sending shivers down your spine at how good you feel when he looks at you. “Tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He kisses you once more, then you both walk out, as an ambulance is waiting out front, carrying a woman on a stretcher, you both run out then together, Gojo starts asking questions as you get a look at her, covered in blood.

“Car accident?” He says, and the EMT nods.

“There is glass everywhere.” He takes his hand off where he’s applied pressure on her chest, you take over, placing your hand where there is blood gushing out, she smiles up at you as if she’s fine.

“You’re pretty.” She says, you smile softly then, as does Satoru.

“She is, isn’t she?” He says with a wink, as you all start walking her into the hospital and through the halls.

“You’re pretty too. Pretty doctors.” She muses with a giggle, you realize she’s so clearly in shock then.

“Right, we have all kinds of pretty doctors here.” You whisper, and now as you get into a room, Satoru starts ordering everyone, from the nurse’s assistant, to the nurses. They start hooking her up to an IV and oxygen, your hand is still pressed firmly against the wound, which is bleeding under your touch.

“Can you tell us your name, love?” Satoru asks, while everyone starts flitting around her, and Satoru is checking her stomach, seeing the wounds on her skin, but he maintains his calm and sweet demeanor, amazing you and everyone that ever watches him.

“Yes, my name is Michelle, pretty Doctor.” He smirks, you smile at her, while she finally looks down at where your hand is pressed.

“Call me Doctor Gojo. Alright Michelle?” 

“Doctor Gojo. And your name?” She repeats it, sighing then. “And you’re keeping me from bleeding out? You’re an angel.”

“She’s no angel.” Gojo teases, she laughs a bit then winces. “I know I’m hilarious but you’re not allowed to laugh, that’s an order.”

“Got it.” She takes a breath as Gojo gently takes your hand off her stomach.

“It stopped bleeding, that’s perfect. Good job intern.”

“I just put pressure, that’s all. Should I wrap her and get her to CT?”

“Perfect. After that give me the results so we can see our next step. Also, Miwa can you pump our lovely patient full of the good stuff?” He asks, earning Michelle’s grin when Miwa hits the button.

“Oh I’m in love with you Doctor.”

“Everyone is.” You roll your eyes and smile as he comes over to you then, leaning close to your ear. “We may be late for our date.”

“We can always rain check you know.” He peeks at his watch, humming to himself then.

“It’ll be too late for what I want to do when we finish, so let’s try tomorrow. Alright get to it, intern.”

You take Michelle to get a CT scan, and soon you’re in Doctor Gojo’s office, you’re so fatigued you can feel the day starting to creep on you, yawning as you hand him scan, he hangs it up on the board, turning on the light. You both stand over it, you feel a little dizzy, barely having eaten all day, like you’ll fall on your feet, but you push through.

 “Can I ask you something, intern?” Satoru’s voice makes you focus.

“Sure Doctor Gojo.”

“You want kids when you’re going on a seventeen hour shift?” He raises a thin white brow, you feel heat creeping up your cheeks at the question.

“I don’t want to stay doing trauma, Doctor Gojo.” Your admission has him confused, clearly.

“No?” He crosses his arms, looking at you curiously.

“No, I ideally would enjoy working for a cardiovascular office, but of course I have a lot to learn and go before I can do that.”

“So you’ll leave me when your internship ends?”

“I didn’t say all that. I think that if I had a family I’d need a more manageable schedule is all. But, why ask? I understand you won’t, and we are far, far from getting to anywhere like that anyway.”

“Did your ex want ‘em? Kids.”

“Yuck.” He snorts then. “Sure he did, but thank god I didn’t go there with him, what I felt for him…”

“Go on.”

“Satoru, we should focus.”

“What you felt for him?”

“It’s nothing like what I feel for you.” He exhales, eyes locking on yours, drifting to your lips. “Not even a tiny bit of what I feel, which is fucking scary.”

“It is scary, isn’t it? But you’re brave hmm?” His voice is like a caress that washes over you, as he steps so close to you, filling your nostrils with his expensive cologne, your body thrumming with want for him.

“I try to be.” Your voice is just a breath, really.

“I think you’re perfect for the trauma ward, I can’t convince you but I think you’d be bored doing anything else. And maybe I’ll convince you that you don’t want a little brat whining.” You glare at him, the spell he’s cast over.

“Satoru, you're the worst.” He’s chuckling now.

“I’ll make you work under Shoko all goddamn month, nothing but whiny babies slobbering all over your scrubs.”

“I love babies, so go for it.” He rolls his pretty blue eyes, shaking his head and pointing to her scan then.

“Sure you do. Alright, now take a look brat.”

“Brat!? You’re the brat here.” You lean forward, evaluating the scan, seeing her tummy then. “No internal bleeding whatsoever.”

“Mmhmm, she got lucky, what else do you see?”

“Aside from the nasty gash she had, just blunt abdominal trauma, of course her face also needs stitches in several areas from the airbag going off. Her spleen is a little swollen though?”

“So the best course of action?”

“Laparotomy.”

“Good girl.” You melt, and he knows it, leaning down and tapping your nose. “Wanna scrub in?”

“Is this our date!? Yes!” He pops a kiss on your nose now, the tension of your earlier conversations fading now.

Soon you’re scrubbing in with Satoru, masks on, he’s got his surgical glasses propped up on his nose as he starts drying his hands with you. “You know what we’re doing here, right?”

“Yes, I will follow your orders Daddy Gojo.” You wink and he snorts in laughter, leaning close to you for a moment.

“You make fun of that but just wait.”

“Mmhmm.”

You follow him into the O.R. which is freezing cold, goosebumps prick along your arms, the lights overhead glaring brightly, Michelle is already out. There are heat packs on her legs and arms when you start prepping her, Gojo’s hand is on your back when you are ready, giving you a gentle push forward, you blink in surprise then, looking at him.

“I’ll guide you through this one.” He murmurs, your heart thuds in your chest, as the surgical nurse starts handing you tools, you’re shaking internally but on the outside you are completely steady, so ready to show him what you can do.

The beeps of the monitors are a steady rhythm as you both work side by side, he is cutting into her skin with a scalpel, the smell of the disinfectant and antiseptic fill the room, but it mixes with Satoru’s scent. Gojo’s voice is calm, guiding you through the process, and you focus intently, not wanting to make a single mistake. This wasn’t a cadaver, it was a person.

Every movement is precise and careful, as you exhale into your mask, pressing down and separating the layer of fat over the spleen. “Perfect, you’re doing great.” He assures you, making the tension in your shoulders ease.

“Thank you Doctor.” Satoru begins to take over his incision, as you pack around it, watching his movements like a hawk, then you notice it, a faint little glimmer in several places on her spleen.

You look up at Gojo, and his eyes are narrowed, he’s frowning now. He leans in closer, looking at the area you’re working on.

“You’ve found something, haven’t you intern?”

“Yeah, I think so.” You whisper, and he takes the scalpel from your hand, making a small cut, and you see it, a tiny piece of glass embedded in the muscle. “A few pieces of glass, they don’t appear to be very big though.”

“Good catch intern. We’ll have to remove it carefully, we don’t want to cause more damage. So I think on this part you should watch me work my magic, hmm?” The nurses in the room sigh in adoration, you smile behind your mask at his overt confidence, but you love it actually.

“Yes of course, I’d love to watch.” You hand him the tools, watching as he works with the precision of a master sculptor, his hands work with effortless grace as he is carefully removing the shards of glass without causing any further harm. “You’re so precise.”

“You have to be, but it comes with practice. There.” The shards of glass make a little tink sound as he puts them in the metal dish.

The surgery continues, and you assist where you can, his hands guiding yours, showing you the right amount of pressure, the right angle to hold the tools. You’re lost in the rhythm of it, the focus so intense it’s almost meditative, it’s so comfortable working side by side with him, you try to absorb everything he’s showing you, hoping it all sinks into your brain.

You can’t even imagine being as good as he is, when he’s stitching her up, the sutures were absolutely perfect, but he gestures for you to come over when he’s stitching her skin. “Now, put those sutures to work, intern.” He teases, standing behind you.

“Is that why you had me on suture duty?” You whisper, taking the needle and thread, gently pulling.

“Nah, I was totally punishing you.” His words in your ear make you heat up, you shake it off, focusing, and as the time ticks by, the surgery is a success, you’re both exhausted but exhilarated. You step back, letting the nurses clean up, and Gojo turns to you, pulling down his mask.

“You did good, Intern.” He says, his voice tired but proud, and you feel a warm glow spread through your chest at his praise.

“Thank you Doctor Gojo.”

It’s only about an hour later than your shift, but your friends have already gone home, as you and Satoru get changed in the locker room. It’s so comfortable with him, everything, surgery, the quiet in the mornings and afternoons, it makes you wonder at the ease it is to just be with him.

He surprises you when you’re taking off your scrub top, his big hands grabbing at your waist, pressing kisses on the nape of your neck. “You know, if you want kids so bad, we could pretend that I’m knocking you up.”

The filthy thoughts he’s putting in your brain wreck you, you shove them down as best as you can. “You’re the worst, Hojo.”

He snorts, as you turn, his fingers caressing up and down your waist, you nervously peek around. “No baby I’m the best.”

You’re aching for him, for his fingers caressing your skin, wanting him so much you can’t stand it. All the memories of the other night fill you, remembering his lips, his touch. His…

“We shouldn’t.”

“Mmm, I know.” He kisses you then, mouth pressing against yours, your lips part in a gasp as his tongue overtakes your mouth, swirling with yours, as he presses your back against the locker. “Could fill you up with so much cum though, huh?”

“Shh.” You’re melting in his arms, as he’s slipping his hands down your hips, your back, gripping your ass over your jeans, your nipples press through your lacy bra against his hard chest, your hands entwining in his silky white locks. You feel your tummy clenching with desire when he pulls you against him.

“Come to my place for a bit.” He eases back as you both hear footsteps, Suguru walks in looking exhausted, smirking at the two of you then.

“The star intern, hmm? How’d the car accident surgery go?” He asks, heading to his locker and easing off his coat, Satoru covers your face then, you giggle.

“Stop it!”

“No I don’t need you ogling him, brat.” Suguru’s chuckle fills the room, you yank down his hand and Satoru’s face is directly in front of yours.

“Am I that attractive that you’re worried about me?” Suguru asks, you turn and slip your sweater on then.

“Sure are baby boy.” Satoru blows Suguru kisses.

“Ugh, you sure you wanna date this guy?” Suguru asks, you turn and find he’s already slipped on a sweatshirt and jeans.

“Of course she does, I’m amazing.” Satoru says, you finish getting your things together as Suguru, you and Satoru leave the hospital, all completely wiped.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow, lovebirds.” He says with a yawn, leaving Satoru and you by your giant old SUV.

“Why do you drive this ancient thing?” You glare at him.

“It’s my baby.”

“It’s hideous.”

“Well, I’m not coming over.”

He presses you against the car door, hands on either side of you. “Yeah you are, I’ll even let you stay the night.”

“You let girls stay the night? Isn’t that too much for a Hojo?” Satoru sighs, easing back just a bit as you take a breath.

“I liked cuddling with you, alright?” Your heart beats fast inside your chest at his soft confession. “You can wear one of my big shirts.”

“It’s sounding better and better… maybe.”

“I’ll make cocoa.”

“Sold. Follow you there?” With another kiss you’re back in your car, nerves hitting as you think of seeing his home, it’s not very far as you drive in the evening, right behind Satoru’s fancy little sports car.

When you pull up it’s about as beautiful as you imagined it would be, if not exceeding your expectations, the house is gorgeous and huge, but nothing as ostentatious as his parents mansion. It was a little more simple and modern, you step out of the car into the chilled air that’s rapidly cooling, making you shiver just a bit when he hops out of his car.

“It’s beautiful here.” You murmur, walking up to the porch now, Satoru unlocks the doors, ushering you in, you don’t know what you expect it to look like inside, but it’s so warm and inviting, the cream colored walls and polished wooden floors. The living room has a giant modern couch and a wall of windows showing the city skyline, black curtains pulled back just so.

“My humble abode.” You both take off your shoes then.

“Humble!? Nothing about you is humble.”

“Sure I am. I like your place too, you know.”

“Mine looks so trash now.”

“Nah, your place is just very lived in.” Your eyes dart around, it’s stupidly clean, aside from papers scattered across the dining room table, his kitchen is huge and has the newest stainless steel appliances, making your old oven and fridge look like shit honestly. But, it’s gorgeous, just like Doctor Gojo.

You eye a large black piano, a baby grand then, you have one of those collecting dust in the attic, it was your dad’s and it hurts too much to look at. But you remember playing next to him as he taught you, you remember loving it so much until he was gone, you wonder if you remember it, how to tap on the keys like you used to.

You realize you’re in a deep memory when his hands on your shoulders jolt you. “Like the piano or something?” He asks, you look away then, and he sees a glimmer in your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Just memories, sorry.” You brush your eyes, irritated at the emotions, looking away now.

“Why say sorry? What memories?”

“Just… I used to enjoy the piano. Do you play?” You ask, trying to keep your voice bright.

“A little, but it’s more for the aesthetic. Do you still play?”

“It’s been so long but, I was pretty good at it.” Your fingers run over the keys delicately.

“Would you play for me? I’ll make us that cocoa.” You feel your nerves as you nod, sitting down now.

“Let’s see if I remember anything.” The piano is well cared for, and the keys are smooth under your fingers as you start playing, the melody to a song you’ve had stuck in your head from a long time ago.

Satoru hears the melody then, and he watches you, enamored as he sees the way your fingers dance across the keys. You are clearly being modest because your level of experience seems ridiculous. Your brows go together in concentration, the soft lights overhead dancing across your pretty face, casting little shadows on your delicate features.

Fuck you’re pretty.

Your words earlier hurt him, to think he could lose you before he has even had a chance with you, somehow Satoru already misses you when he’s not in your presence, and it makes him ache. He knows he hurt you when he told you how he is, and that you could likely have anyone, just look at you, beautiful, smart, funny. Talented not just as an intern, but so much more.

He doesn’t know if he’s expressed just how much he cares, just how much he feels so quickly. You are smiling up at him, a little nervous he can tell, he should be making the cocoa but he’s frozen in place, as you don’t even look at the keys, fingers drifting across effortlessly. He’s seen your steady hands at work today, but now they glide perfectly, like you’re made to play.

You slow down then, finishing the melody, one he’s never heard, but it feels sweet and nostalgic somehow to him, it feels a bit like being with you. It was so easy to hold you in his arms, to watch that cute nose scrunch up when he taps it, it was easy to work with you. So easy it scares the fuck out of him.

But when he was inside of you? 

God that made it to where all he can think about is sinking inside your heat again, of burying his face between your thighs, lapping your juices up, and fuck there was so much, you get so wet for him. He’s never felt anything like his cock inside your perfect pussy, like your lips against his, there was nothing like when he’d cum inside you.

But you do want different things, and Satoru couldn’t give you that, could he? He couldn’t give you a ring and a wedding, and he’d never wanted kids. He’d want you to himself, he’d want you two to do anything and everything, and he wants these things insanely fast, a pace that terrifies him.

He gets jealous when men look at you already, and they all do, the beautiful intern with the sweet smile, even Nanami and Suguru had mentioned how pretty and sweet you were in passing. He had been angry before he even got with you, before he even felt you, before he even kissed you, even that day you had walked in for the first time.

He’d tried to ask you out, he honestly thought he’d love to fuck you, he didn’t date really, but you not were just hard to get, you intrigued him, your mind and how it works, the way you feel so passionately. You’re a little insane, you break the rules, you are competitive as fuck, he started admiring that all so much, along with your scent, your looks, your energy.

Satoru has it bad for you, in fact in his almost thirty four years he has never felt like this, he can’t think of anything but you. All the girls he’d messed with previously he’s had to firmly turn down, because just your kisses alone are better than anything they can do for him. You are something else, driving him to think of more, to question more, in the hospital and out of it.

But could you really handle all of him, the parts he has never shown anyone, aside from his best friends, the depression he hides behind jokes and smiles, the vices he has. Things he’d never share in a million fucking years with any woman, but he wants to share them with you, he wants you to know him, but when you really do, on top of your differences?

You’d probably leave him.

“You’re insanely good. How long has it been?” He asks then, your cheeks turn this cute shade, you’re biting your lower lip, hands falling off the keys nervously.

“Years, I guess the muscle memory is still there. Um… I played with my dad.” Satoru sits next to you on the bench then, his eyes on you are so intense it’s like he’s peering into your soul, you blush and look back down, continuing to play, feeling the emotions flow through your fingertips.

“Did he teach you?” Satoru asks softly.

“Yeah, he did. But I don’t think anyone was as good as him, he was a professional for sure. Now it’s gathering dust.” Satoru brushes a lock of your hair behind your ear as you finish and he’s quiet for a moment.

“That was beautiful, how you play.” He says, so softly you almost don’t hear it, but his words warm you up inside, making your heart flutter.

“Thank you, Satoru. Thank you.” You feel emotions hitting when he leans down, kissing you on the piano bench, so soft and sweet, not the hungry passionate kisses that you two have shared. It’s so gentle it breaks your heart, you pull back then, blinking tears back. “I shouldn’t have been so harsh on you, about your opinions. I respect them, I promise I don’t want to change you.”

He gulps then, thumb brushing over your lower lip. “I don’t want to change you either, I want to know you, know all of you.” His hands slip down to your waist now, pressing you against his side as he hugs you, resting his chin on your head. “Every bit, what makes you tick.”

“I want to know you.” You kiss up his throat now, earning a quiet little moan, pecking a trail up his sharp jaw, all the way to his ear. “I want to know what makes you tick, what makes you crazy.”

“You make me fucking crazy.” He lays you down then, right on the piano bench, kissing down your throat, your back arches, his hands slipping up your sweater. “You turn me on by suturing a spleen somehow.”

You giggle, breathless, he hovers over you, soft white hair falling just so, you brush it back as his swirling blue storms drink you in. “You’d turn me on more if I got to see you decannulate a heart.”

Satoru smirks, shaking his head. “You were a bad girl, maybe that will teach you, hmm?”

“Maybe it will. Maybe I need more lessons-ah!” Satoru snatches you up then, your legs are around his narrow hips, arms wrapping his neck, his hands gripping your ass over denim as he carries you through his stunning house, directly into his bedroom, spotless aside from rumpled sheets, he lays you down then, you hastily pull your top off, as he works your jeans.

He’s wiggling them down off your hips, leaving you in your bra and panties, you yank off his shirt, revealing his chiseled frame, the one that makes your pussy clench around nothing. Just looking at his hard body, when he’s down to just his black boxers, laying over you and yanking you by your hips, his hands press into your pelvis as his lips kiss down your tummy.

Satoru’s lapping at the lacy fabric covering your cunt now, tongue slathering the thin material, as he looks up at you, so sexy you can’t really explain, you can’t explain what it’s like to have Satoru Gojo between your thighs. He’s open mouth kissing you through your fabric, teasing you, as your wetness drools down, making your panties sticky and dewy.

“Please, Satoru…” He is looking up at you under his snowy lashes, lips turning up at one corner, toying with your panties now, a finger just barely brushing, your hips jerk, soaking him from a touch.

“Please what, baby?” Satoru asks, feigning innocence.

“Please take them off.” Your voice is hoarse, he kisses back up your tummy, now lavishing your nipples over the lace, your fingers grip his strong shoulders, head falling back in pleasure. “Take that off too.”

“So slutty for me, aren’t you? Desperate, whiny, almost pathetic for me, but not quite enough.” His words fuck you mentally then, you’re sputtering, trying to think of a damn thing to say when he’s biting your nipples over the lace.

“Please! Off, please, please off.” Soft cries echo in his quiet room, Satoru smirks then, leaning on one arm over you, the other rubbing your clit over your panties in little circles. “Satoru t-take em off.”

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He cooes, smacking your pussy then, you yelp at it, making you ache, you go to slide them off and he grabs your wrists with one big hand.

“I’ll be good, I’ll be good Satoru. Please.” You look up at him, tears of frustration in your eyes, he moans then, kissing you, slowly unsnapping your bra, tossing it on the floor, staring at your pretty titties hungrily.

“Look at you, fuck.” You’re pulling at him desperately, tugging him closer, until he’s got a thigh between yours, and you’re grinding your cunt on him. “So desperate you’ll hump my thigh?”

“Shh.” Is all you manage, cheeks flushed as you rub up and down, he’s kissing you, chuckling like the cocky asshole he is. “Need you, please.”

He pauses then at your words, leaning up and looking down at you, his expression going feral then, pupils shrunk to pinpoints. “Need me?”

“Need you now.” He groans, finally taking your panties off, but he rips the delicate fabric, shocking you as he reduces it to scraps.

You would complain about the expensive underwear, but he’s bent his head down between your thighs, diving his tongue deep into your tight little hole, spreading your lips wide as he drinks you. His hot wet muscle is fucking your walls, which convulse around it, his nose bumping your engorged clit, you’re jerking, hips rising up, his hands bruising your hips.

“Oh my God, oh my- ah!” Satoru moans against you, watching your every move, each way your body moves, pulling back and slipping two long fingers in you, crooking up just so. “F-fuck!”

“Your anatomy, it’s so perfect, so easy for me.” He whispers, lapping the tip of his tongue against your clit while his fingers curl, your juices flowing down his fingers, loud and sloppy in the room. “That’s it, you’re close aren’t you?”

You nod weakly, Satoru looks at you then, and you’re lost in him, how can he look at you that intensely, like you’re the only one he’s ever looked at. Your nails press into his shoulders when he works you so well, with his tongue, with his fingers, pressing you over and over the edge until you're falling.

You see white hot stars burst behind your eyes as your orgasm wrecks you, to the point you’re drooling while Satoru’s sucking and humming on your clit, body coated in a thin sheen of sweat when he leans up, kissing your tummy. You’re literally jerking as he exhales over your skin, sobbing out at how good every inch of you feels, he’s trailing fingertips up between your breasts, to your nipples.

“T-Toru…” You’re breathless when he’s leaning over you, hand under your chin, gripping it tightly.

“Toru?” His voice is soft, as he kisses your lower lip, teeth indentations from you biting it. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“You’re messing my head up, don’t say things like that.” Your voice is hoarse and weak, he frowns then just a bit, eyes assessing your every feature.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean. Let me call you beautiful.” You blink back emotions when you try to gather yourself, he kisses your lips, taking you over now, you taste your honeyed arousal all over his plump lips. “You are.”

“Bet you say it to all the girls.” You tease softly, he shakes his head, leaning back up and tracing your face with his thumb.

“No, I use terms like hot, or pretty, or cute. Beautiful applies to my very annoying little intern in my bed.” You melt fully for him, dragging him down, sighing at how good he feels as you arch your hips.

“Thank you, Satoru.”

“There, was it so hard?”

“It is pretty hard.” You reach down, stroking his length then, he sucks in a breath, pink tingeing his cheeks when you slide down his boxers over his firm ass, hands gripping it as you grin. “You have a bubble butt, Toru.”

“A what now?” He glares, but it doesn’t last long, not when you’re stroking his length from the base to the tip, rolling his pearly precum along the slit, sliding it up to your mouth, kitten licking it. “Fuck.”

At that he’s got your thigh up high, filling you with his cock in one stroke, you scream out, the last two times you all had played, you stayed moderately quiet, but you were all alone, and your cries are echoing in the room as he thrusts his cock in deeper. In just a couple thrusts, he’s shoved all his inches in you, and fuck there are so many, you’re pulsing around his length, whimpering.

“Fucking feel her, gripping me s’tight…” He’s huffing, pulling back, shoving his cock to the hilt, tip smashing your cervix, you’re convulsing around him, cunt drooling all the way down until it’s pooling down your ass, down to the blankets. “Hear your slutty pussy huh?”

“Mmhmm!” Your brain is fucked right along with your body while he pumps his cock inside you, stretching you so deliciously, skin burning now, you’re clinging to him when he flips you suddenly, taking your breath away.

He pulls your hips up, smacking your ass, you gasp at the sensation, when he’s inching back inside you. “Look at you, gonna leave handprints all over your pretty little ass.”

“Please.” Is all you manage, he moans, smacking each cheek again, you’ve never done anything like this, but you’re cumming when he shoves in fully, rolling his hips just so, his drooly tip pressing on your cervix. Your eyes roll back as he smacks your ass again, the stinging making you wetter.

“That’s it, feel you tryna milk me.” Satoru is so fucked out right with you, viewing your ass covered in his hand prints now, he takes your hand, putting one behind your back, gripping your delicate wrist. “This okay?”

“Y-yes, god yes.” You’re moaning into the pillows when he shoves both of  your arms behind your back, big hand holding them, fucking into you harder, each movement making your ass jiggle. “Ah!”

Satoru groans, feeling you pulsate around him, you’ve never been fucked so good, even the first time by him he was just a little easy on you, you almost think you can’t take it but you’re arching your ass back for more. You earn his satisfied groan as he slams into you over and over, grip on your wrists binding you to him, the feeling of him taking you over so addictive.

“Know how crazy y-you drive me, in those little s-scrubs?” He’s stuttering, his rhythm faltering as he lets your hands go, gripping your hips instead, thumbs pressing into the dimples at your back. Your fingers are gripping the satin black sheets of his bed, whining pathetically, shaking your head. “No, ya don’t know, hmm?”

He yanks you up by your hair now, the pull painful but just making your pussy so wet, Satoru in two times has somehow figured out your entire body, things you have never tried or would ever think. You’re cumming on his cock when he’s bending over you, chest against your back, dripping sweat as he works you so good, cock wrecking every sweet spot you have.

“Drive me fucking insane.” His voice is in your ear now, he’s completely bent over you, back bowed, using the hair by the nape of your neck to turn your head toward him, and how he looks at you then?

You’re so fucked.

You desperately kiss him when he slows inside of you, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm squeezing him relentlessly. You whine into his mouth, he drinks them up, pulling back and then pressing you down on your tummy, prone over you. You’ve never done it like this, the intimacy overtakes you, his fingers entwining with one of your hands as his other braces himself on the bed.

“I’ve w-wanted you since… I first saw you.” You’re blinking back tears, hiccuping when his tip drags on that spongy spot in your gooey walls.

“Wh-what?” You whisper, confusion addling your fucked out brain, he moans then, kissing you deeply, drool falling down between your lips as your body tenses, feeling him thicken in you now.

“Since I saw you, I didn't know you’d feel this good, gripping me like that.” You’re whimpering, mumbling, mouth wide open in a slutty O, as Satoru fucks you so slow, hand wrapped around your throat under your chin, thumb pressing on your pulse point, feeling it flutter. “You’re never fucking anyone else.”

“Y-you’re stupid.” You grumble, earning his chuckle, his white grin and insane blue eyes, taking on some psychotic look he seems to get when he’s close, you can hardly stand to look, eyes fluttering shut.

“Stupid, huh? You know you won’t ever… fuck feel you… ever…” He’s burying his head against the crook of your neck now, squeezing your throat as he starts slamming into you so deep, you feel him in your tummy, feel him everywhere. “Ever be with anyone.”

How can he talk like that?

How can he say shit like that?

You know he doesn’t mean it.

“D-don’t fuck up my head, please. C-can’t handle it. Hurts too much.” He pauses then, his movements halted.

“Open your eyes.” You do as he commands, it’s so easy to follow his every word. “It’ll only be me inside you, got it?”

“Why?”

“Why?” He laughs then, shaking his head, hips jerking just so, thrusting his cock to the hilt as one arm wraps around you, dragging you down his length. “I want you to myself, all to myself.”

You want to say yes, but you pause, lips parting as you struggle to keep eye contact. “M’not gonna f-fuck anyone else.”

“Just me.”

“Just you.” You whisper, and he moans now, moving again, you see the veins of his forearms bulging as he presses against the bed, fucking you once more.

“Gonna fill you up s’good, gonna drip me at work tomorrow.”

“You’re c-crazy- mnh! Cumming!” You’re gasping, head falling back against his strong chest as his tip presses your cervix, then you shatter, feeling his hot gooey cum coating your walls, filling you so much he’s pulsing. You’re both whimpering then, mumbling, kissing each other sloppy.

“F-fuck, perfect pussy, takin’ me so well.” He’s pushing his cum further and further inside you, cock coated in your slick and his white ropes, which are getting pushed out by your muscles as you’re riding out your climax. “Oh my god…”

“Oh my god…” You both say at the same time, he exhales then, breath tickling the nape of your neck, pecking kisses along your shoulder blades.

It’s perfect, too perfect.

And you know it then, what you don’t want to be true.

You’re falling in love with him.

With Doctor Gojo, with Doctor Hojo, with Satoru. Your boss, your mentor, your very new boyfriend you’ve slept with twice. There’s no other explanation for the way his kisses make tears fall from your eyes then, for the way your heart clutches in your chest, as you think to yourself…

This will hurt you.

“Are you okay baby? Too rough? You’re tiny down there… Did I get carried away?” Satoru leaned up, easing out of you and turning you then, concern written all over his beautiful features.

And he’s caring?

He’s perfect aside from…

What future could you have, getting kicked out after a couple nights here and there, no engagement or wedding ever, just a situationship and a perpetual girlfriend? You never wanted that to be your future, but right now you can’t even focus on it, you’re too sucked into his gravity, into the way he’s looking at you, holding you like you’re so precious.

 “No it was perfect, I’m sorry.” You take several breaths, and he watches your face, the tears trailing down your cheeks, clenching his heart.

“Don’t apologize, what is it?” You shake your head, he can tell you’re holding in something, his mind is still reeling from you, from how good you feel, from how beautiful you look, from the intensity of being inside of you. His hands trail down the nip of your waist, the jut of your hips carefully.

“I feel too much too fast.” Your words hit him like a punch to the gut. He doesn’t want to disappoint you, he doesn’t wanna drag you down when you’re so bright and perfect. But to know you feel things like he does, like he has since he first met you?

“What’s wrong with feeling things, intern?” He asks carefully, you sniffle then, while he brushes tears from the apple of your cheek.

“Scary how much I do. It’s overwhelming. I swear I’m not such a crybaby.” He brushed his hand against your cheek again, feeling the softness of your skin under his touch, wondering what goes on in that brain of yours.

“You think I’m not feeling things?” He asks, and you sigh, shaking your head then and burying your face against his chest. “You don’t know me yet, though, what if you don’t like what you find out?” He asks, so vulnerable then it breaks your heart, you lean up on an elbow, cupping his face.

“I want to know you, good or bad. Don’t hold back with me.” His jaw tenses under your delicate touch, you watch him gulp, opening his lips then closing them. “One thing at a time, though.”

“One thing at a time.” He kisses across your forehead gently. “Want a shower, pretty?”

“Yes please. You also owe me cocoa.” He stands up off the bed up then, picking you up in his arms bridal style, you giggle, clinging to him.

“Hot shower then hot cocoa.” He carries you into his bathroom, which is even more lavish than you can imagine, it’s huge with an insane tile and glass shower, bigger than your entire bathroom and then some.

“Holy shit.” You murmur, he sits you down then, heading over to start the hot water, which starts steaming in the bathroom, smiling at you and cupping your face with both hands, pressing you into the sink just a bit as he kisses you again.

“I’ll get towels.” You smile, turning and looking in the mirror, seeing your bright eyes and flushed cheeks, the marks on your throat and chest from Satoru’s fingers and teeth, your lips swollen from his kisses. Your eyes catch all of the orange prescription bottles decorating the sink, then.

It’s not your place to care what he takes, but your eyes dart on multiple anxiety medications, with pretty high doses. Xanax, you narrow your eyes just a bit, it’s 2 mg bars three times a day, next to them are Klonopin, 1 mg two times a day, two benzos you have never seen mixed. He has several other things, Ambien to sleep, 12.5mg at night, and Aderrall, 20 mg twice a day.

It’s a whole fucking cocktail, you don’t even know how he functions and with so much energy, he should be some drooling zombie with this. You touch them tentatively, there’s Zoloft as well, though of course that is something you’re on, but the mix of everything is too much. It’s as if he has something to wake up, to keep himself blissful all day, then something to sleep.

He walks back in with two fluffy towels, you back up, smiling up at him, he brings you against him, naked bodies pressed against each other, kissing you over and over, his lips devouring yours. You have never even seen Satoru have dilated eyes, you think then, did he not take these? Were they just… there?

It’s not your business, right?

“Ready for a shower? I’ll wash your hair and everything. I bet I have way better shampoo than you.” He teases with a big grin.

Satoru Gojo, the happiest dude you’ve ever met, needs a million medications to be that way. What darkness lies behind his blinding grin? You want to know him, all of him, all the facets that compose of him, of the man that you’ve fallen for so quickly, head over fucking heels.

Satoru knows you saw it, but you smile sweetly at him, not mentioning anything, not immediately judging him or saying something. You just lean up on your tiptoes, kissing him softly, he wraps his arms around your bare body, which feels perfect in his embrace, better than any drug could ever make him feel.

There’s not one time of the day or night he’s not on something to function, to alleviate the way his brain runs constantly, to try to keep it calm while also making it run. His own cocktail of perfection, he’s found it, and he knows you saw it, he can feel what you’re holding back, maybe you’re too enamored, as he is.

You’re both under the hot spray when he’s running his hands in your damp hair, lathering it up, it feels too good with you, he wonders how long until he fucks up, how long until you decide you could do better. He’s wanted you since before he officially met you, since he chose you to be his intern based off of stats and scores alone, so curious who this brilliant girl was.

Brilliant, beautiful, sweet.

He didn’t expect to feel this much, for the first time ever. Having had the arranged marriage so young with Utahime, he never got to feel, to be. And when he was done, Satoru has since slept with hundreds of women, easily, mind numbing sex with girls he couldn’t remember their damn name, but nothing has ever come close to how you feel wrapped around him.

You’re addictive, aren’t you? But you don’t seem to know, when you turn and slip your hands up his body, eyes drinking every bit of him in slowly, he gasps when you get on your knees, thinking he must be in some ambien wet dream of you. Your blunt nails press against his slick thighs, as your eyes look up at him and break him, your tongue lapping at his tip.

“Fuck…” He moans, as you look up at him, sucking him deeper into your throat, watching his every reaction, how his muscles flex and tense under your touch, feeling his cock hit your throat, then he shocks you, picking you up right against the tile of the shower wall. “Need you again, baby.”

“I need you again.” You whisper, gasping when he sinks inside of you, and that night you never get hot cocoa, you two can’t stop fucking each other, licking each other, devouring each other. It’s heady and insane.

Satoru is addictive, you’re sure he knows this too.

*****

The next day

“Rough night, babes?” Maki asks, as you wince, lifting off your shirt and throwing on your scrub top. “Holy fuck, hickies!”

“Shush!” You cover her mouth with your hand, she’s laughing against it, lifting your top back up.

“Damn, is he a vampire or some shit?”

“He thinks so.”

“So that’s why you weren’t home last night.” She says, as Toge walks in, glaring at you again. You sigh, walking up to him, sitting on the bench, holding your hand to tug him to sit next to you.

“Toge, I need you to be my friend, stop being so mad at me?” You say softly, he sighs then, looking at you with violet eyes.

“Serious?” He asks, you blink then.

“Serious about Gojo?” He nods. “Yes, I think I am, but it’s only as serious as he’ll get.”

“Not good enough.” Toge says, standing then and leaving, you cover your face and grimace, as Maki sits next to you, hand on your back.

“He just wants what’s best for you. The whole no marriage thing? Kind of opposite of your old fashioned ass. Plus… do we know how serious he is?”

You look at her then. “Thought you wanted me to go for it?”

“I do, but getting head over heels so fast, you worry me. You… babe you have a shit track record with men. Not just Mahito, remember Naoya?”

“Oh fuck don’t remind me. But Gojo is nothing like them.” She hums to herself a bit.

“True, he’s nothing like those two, but you suck at picking men, so be careful is all. I’m not saying get with Toge, I know you’re just friends, but he has a point.” Your mind goes to what you saw that night, what you don’t know just yet. “I’m not trying to kill your buzz, if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“I love you.” You hug her tightly, when Satoru walks in, Toge and Yuta behind him, he smirks as he takes in your exhausted state, but Satoru looks fresh and bright, like you both hadn’t fucked all night.

“Morning, interns. Come on now, hop to it.” You yawn as you all line up behind him in the halls, he looks at you with a sadistic ass grin. “You tired, intern? Did you get no sleep?”

You just glare at him, Maki is snickering, Yuta is rolling his eyes, Toge is glaring at Satoru. “No sleep unfortunately, but I’ll go get lots of coffee.”

“That works. Maki, Yuta, you’re on Pit duty. Toge, you’re scrubbing in with me for surgery today.” Toge brightens up then. “And you, missy, you’re getting coffee, stat.”

“On it.” You walk by him, Satoru leans close against your ear, his hand just barely brushing your arm.

“Don’t slack on me intern, I won’t take it easy on you in bed or at work.” You scowl now, earning his laughter as you turn away, flicking him off before darting to the cafeteria.

Your pussy is throbbing, your body is sore like you worked out or something, arms like gelatin, and your eyes are trying to close on you. How the fuck even with Adderral can Satoru be that energetic? You try to not let Maki and Toge’s words get you, but you’re distracted when you’re getting coffee, and Suguru is there, saying your name and smiling at you.

“Rough night?” He asks.

“Do I look that bad!?” You peek at one of the windows to gauge your reflection.

“You’re still lovely, but your eye bags are rivalling Shoko’s.”

“Ugh but she can pull them off! Yes, a long night.”

“Uh huh.” You look at him then, as you both walk and sip on your hot cups of coffee.

“You’re Satoru’s best friend, right?”

“I am. He’s annoying as shit though.” You snort at that, he grabs two muffins, handing you one then. “You should eat after a fuck marathon.”

“Oh gosh, Suguru really!” You nibble the muffin though, chewing thoughtfully as you both walk out of the cafeteria and towards the elevators, he presses the buttons, leaving you both alone then. “How is he so energetic?”

Suguru frowns then, looking at his cup, his dark brows lowering over his eyes. “Satoru’s always been pretty annoyingly perky.”

“Yeah, I guess, but he got no sleep.”

“If you’re asking me something personal about him, he’s my best friend and I won’t share things like that. You’ll find out more in time if you’re serious.” You nod, biting your lip, eyes catching his dark violet ones.

“I get it, I don’t mean to pry. There’s a lot we have to learn, but… I already feel so much for him.”

Suguru smiles softly then. “That’s good, because he’s been borderline obsessed since you got here.”

“What!? No way. He’s a Hojo.”

Suguru chuckles once more, the sound warm and inviting, you just feel so comfortable with him all the time. He’s very much like Satoru in that way. “He is indeed a ‘Hojo’. But I’m glad maybe he’ll get someone good for him. He needs that.”

“Hmm. Mysterious, Suguru.”

“I have to keep a certain allure.” Suguru and you both step out now, he tilts his head to you. “So you know, wicked hickey your makeup isn’t covering.”

“Oh god!” He’s left you now with that information, you quickly shove your hair over your neck, as you see Satoru now, who jacks the rest of your muffin and chews on it.

“Tastes yummy.” He says, looking down at your body then.

“I have a hickey that’s not covered all the way!” You whisper.

“Multiple.”

“How are you so perky, hmm?” He blinks a bit then, tilting his head.

“I feel like you kind of know that answer, yeah?” You shake your head. “No clue at all?”

“Suguru says you’re annoyingly perky and hyper.”

“Hmm.”

You don’t want to ruin this, to burst this bubble of happiness, when you just don’t know anything yet, so you try to stop thinking of it, as he walks you further and further across the hospital.

“So, remember what I said yesterday?”

“Are you serious?” You ask later, as you’re standing next to the maternity ward, and Satoru places his hands on your shoulders.

“Give me a week with babies, tell me how you feel.”

“I don’t like you.”

“Mmm, well I really like you.” He tilts your chin up as Shoko comes, smiling at you.

“Ready to learn more than you will with this idiot?” She asks.

“Excuse me!?”

“Ready.” You agree, sticking your tongue out at Satoru.

“You’re both mean, mean women.” Before he leaves he captures your hand in his, kissing you so quick in the nearly empty hall.

“I’ll love it.” You assure him, a challenging look in your eyes.

“We’ll see. You should get sleep tonight by the way, your dark circles-”

“Fuck you, Satoru.” You can practically feel his stupid smirk and blue eyes burning a hole through your back.

“Pissed him off huh? He’s so petty. I hope you’ll love this though.” Shoko says later on, you smile at her.

“No I will love it, I’m eager to learn.”

The maternity ward, huh? You are eager to learn from her, you know she is the best in her field, and something else you want to figure out?

The mystery that is Dr. Gojo.Just who was the man you’re falling for?

A/N- this is OBVIOUSLY heavily inspired by Grey's lol! There is def some angst going on in the future, as hard as reader is falling Satoru and her have some INSANE differences, along with the overall exhaustion of being doctors and some issues they'll both have. I hope you enjoyed the long chap, sorry this one took a few weeks! can't wait to hear what you all think!

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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (09)

Alright, merry Christmas everyone ! A bit late but still. I don’t have anything to offer to you guys. I can activate my anonymous ask if you guys want to ask me questions about the fic, I won’t say anything that’ll spoil the story but if any of you have a question. Why not ?

Warning: cursing (?)

Tags: Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Pack! X fem!Reader ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; smut eventually ; fem!Reader ; afab!Reader

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Izuku left his appartement troubled the day Todoroki’s "confessed" to them what really happened at the hospital. He’d spent the morning buried in his work at the agency he shared with Katsuki, hoping patrols and incident reports would quiet the uneasiness settling inside him. But it lingered, clouding his thoughts.

It wasn’t anger, not exactly. Or at least, not just anger. Frustration, maybe. A weight of uncertainty pressing on his chest, mixed with a bitter taste of jealousy he wasn’t proud to admit. He understood. He did. He knew how overwhelming a bad heat could be for an omega, how it could strip away all logic, leaving them at the mercy of your instincts. He’d been there himself, and he’d rather break every bones in his body than revisiting some of those awkward, clumsy high school’s memories. Though that knowledge didn’t make it easier to imagine Todoroki in that vulnerable, desperate state, reaching out for a stranger. The thought twisted in his chest. It wasn’t that Izuku doubted Todoroki’s love or loyalty. Absolutely not, years of shared struggles, laughters, near-death battles, and quiet mornings filled with kisses and affection had since long dispelled his old fears of being abandoned and not being enough for his pack. But imagining Todoroki like that, with someone else, left him haunted by the question: What if Kirishima hadn’t come in time? It had clung to him all morning, feeding his uneasiness. Again, It wasn’t about mistrust, he trusted Todoroki with his own life, it was about the helplessness of it all. He hated that his mate had gone through something so overwhelming and difficult, and he hadn’t been there to help.

By the time lunch rolled around, the weight of his thoughts was too much to bear. Izuku found Katsuki in the breakroom, halfway through his usual homemade lunch.

“Kacchan,” Izuku began hesitantly, sliding into the seat across from him and opening his own lunch box.

Katsuki paused mid-chew, his sharp crimson eyes narrowing recognizing the worried look in his mate green eyes . “What?”

Izuku poked at his food, his appetite nowhere to be found. “It’s about Shoto.”

That got Katsuki’s attention. He set his chopsticks down with a deliberate clink, leaning back in his chair with a sigh.

“What about him? You still hung up on the hospital thing?”

“I’m not ‘hung up,’” Izuku said quickly, though the defensiveness in his voice betrayed him. “I just… I don’t know how to feel about it. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“You’re overthinking. As usual.”

“Kacchan, I’m serious. Please.”

Katsuki studied him for a moment, his sharp gaze softening just slightly. “Are you mad at him? You know he wouldn’t have done that if his brain wasn’t heat-fried, right?”

“No, I’m not mad at him. Maybe a little,” Izuku admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I’m more mad at myself. This whole thing is just so… weird. And maybe if I’d noticed he was going into an early heat, none of this would’ve happened.”

Katsuki clicked his tongue, leaning forward. “You’re not a damn mind reader. The half-and-half bastard didn’t even know what was going on with himself. Yeah, it sucks, and I don’t like it too, but you can’t stop every little thing from going wrong before it happens.”

Izuku frowned, concern flickering across his face. “I know, but I’m still really worried about him. Didn’t he still look… off this morning? I can’t shake the feeling that he’s not okay.”

“Of course, he’s not okay,” Katsuki snapped, though there was no real bite in his voice. “But that’s why we, you’ve gotta talk to him instead of sitting here stewing in your own damn head like a dumbass. You wanna fix this? Go home and deal with it. No point in worrying all day about it, focus on what you can do now and do it.”

Izuku nodded in response.

“You’re right. I just—thank you, Kacchan. Really.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes but didn’t pull his hand away when Izuku reached out to give it a quick squeeze. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all sappy on me.”

He held Izuku’s hand for a moment before pulling free, grabbing his chopsticks again.

“Now shut up and eat,” Katsuki added. “I didn’t bust my ass making lunch just for you to waste it.”

Izuku smiled, the tension in his chest easing just a little.

.

.

.

By the time Izuku got home that evening, the weight in his chest had eased, thanks to Katsuki’s words lingering in his mind. Tonight, it would just be him and Todoroki—Kirishima and Bakugo were out on night patrol so they wouldn’t be back before later in the night.

The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the heater. As Izuku stepped into the living room, he spotted Todoroki on the couch, sitting cross-legged with a bowl of peach slices perched on the armrest beside him. He looked up briefly when Izuku entered, his lips twitching into a faint smile. But it didn’t reach his eyes—just polite, and anything but genuine.

“Hey,” Izuku greeted gently, as he studied Todoroki’s face. The jealousy and frustration that had gnawed at him earlier felt distant now, the only thing left from his emotional turmoil was concern for his mate.

“Long day?” he asked, moving closer.

Todoroki shrugged, picking up a peach slice from the bowl.

“Not really. Just tired.”

“Tired how?” Izuku pressed, sitting beside him. “Post-heat tired, or… something else?”

There was a pause, just long enough for Izuku to notice the way Todoroki’s fingers tightened around the edge of the bowl.

“Post-heat tired,” he replied, but his voice was clipped and dismissive.

“You went to the hospital to apologize, right? Did you see her?”

Todoroki stilled at the mention of the hospital. His whole body froze, and his gaze dropped to the floor. The air between them grew heavy, and the silence that followed was thick and uncomfortable, making Izuku regret his words almost instantly.

“I went,” Todoroki murmured eventually, his voice so low Izuku almost didn’t catch it. “But she wasn’t there.”

“Well… that’s okay,” Izuku said carefully. “You can try another time. Or maybe write her a letter to the director’s hospital directly so he can arrange a meeting?”

Todoroki didn’t respond, his posture unusually stiff. Normally, Todoroki’s silences were comfortable, but this one made Izuku worry even more as his green eyes flicked to the bowl of peaches, then back to his mate.

“Peaches ?” he said, trying poorly to lighten the mood.

“I bought them after going to the hospital,” Todoroki replied flatly, popping another slice into his mouth without meeting Izuku’s gaze.

Everything felt off. Even Todoroki’s scent was wrong. The usual freshness and sweetness of frozen berries and honey was tainted with something sharp and sour, a bitterness that made his nose itchy and worried his omega. His omega instincts screamed at him to do something, to reach out, to comfort his mate.

“Shoto,” Izuku said softly. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell me. You don’t have to deal with it alone.”

Todoroki’s gaze flickered toward the window, his expression unreadable.

“I’m fine,” he said, but the words lacked conviction.

“You’re not fine,” Izuku said, his voice steady but gentle. He gave Todoroki’s knee a light squeeze. “But I’m here, we are all here so whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”

Todoroki’s breath hitched, his shoulders stiffening. But for the first time tonight, his blue and grey eyes met Izuku’s.

“I just… what I did was wrong. It wasn’t just the heat. I couldn’t think straight and someone got hurt because of me.”

“Shoto…” Izuku’s chest tightened.

“It doesn’t matter if I wasn’t myself,” Todoroki said bitterly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I still did it. I should’ve been stronger. I don’t even understand how I could just lose control like that. It’s never happened before.”

“You’re not immune to your instincts, no matter how much control over them you think you have.”

Todoroki’s jaw tightened, his gaze shifting to the floor.

”I hurt someone, Izuku. That’s not something I can just excuse because I was in heat.”

As he faced Todoroki, Izuku remembered Katsuki’s words from earlier that day, and found himself offering a similar piece of advice to his mate. The green and orange pair unknowingly working together to support their mate.

“I’m not saying it excuses anything. What you did was wrong, and you know that. But beating yourself up over it won’t fix anything. What will make a difference is taking action—doing what you're already trying to do: owning up to it and making it right. ”

Slowly, Todoroki leaned forward, letting his forehead rest against Izuku’s shoulder, as if the weight of it all had finally pushed him down. Izuku didn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him even closer. Todoroki felt tense under his touch, and something told Izuku there was more than just guilt. Something deeper, but for now, he didn’t push. He held him tighter, letting his mate feel the steady warmth of his presence.

“Can I have some peaches?” Izuku murmured after a moment, his second attempt at lightening the mood that night, but, as always, he never gave up.

Todoroki huffed softly, the sound almost like a laugh. “No.”

Izuku smiled at the sound and tried to grab a slice of peach anyway, but Todoroki moved the bowl out of reach.

“Wait, seriously?”

“I’m eating them all,” he said matter-of-factly, though the corners of his lips twitched upward, hinting at a playful smile.

“I didn’t know you liked it so much.”

Todoroki shrugged. “I never cared for peach, but I’ve been craving them lately.”

Hey guys, I didn’t update on Sunday like I planned, and I don’t think I’ll manage a second update today either (sorry about that 😭). In my defense, I did try, but I can be lazy sometimes and I didn’t like the first version of this chapter. This chapter ended up shorter than I wanted, and I struggled writing it. I’d love your thoughts on it, in fact I need it for this chapter (Izuku, the dialogue, characterization...). I am not happy about it but I don’t think I can improve it anymore. I won’t make any promises I can’t keep, but let’s hope the next chapter is longer. After the holidays, I should be free, so Chapter 10 will be out next week!

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Caitlin Clark x Reader

Warnings; none

Author's notes; After the last practice of the week Caitlin came back to your shared dorm exhausted and wants nothing more than to be babied by her girlfriend not minding that she has been sick for days now

Reader's pov

I was making some soup to eat because lately i have been a bit sick and i wanted something to eat without feeling like I'll throw up the next second.

As i wiped my hands on the towel i had beside me i heard the door open. "Baby!" A voice shouted making me smile knowing who it was.

I made my way to the living room only to be met with an extremely happy Caitlin. She launched herself at me wrapping her arms around me making me giggle. She peppered kisses allover my face and neck before i managed to get her off of me.

"someone missed me huh?" I asked with a grin as she nodded rapidly. "Yeah well baby keep your distance cause I am sick and i don't want you to get sick as well" i said. Although she didn't like it much

"there ain't no way I'm not getting cuddles from you. I don't care if i get sick" she said clinging behind me as i returned to the kitchen. I laughed at her reaction accepting my fate.

"I made soup. You want some?" I asked giving her the spoon to taste the food herself. Her eyes widened and nodded with a smile. "This is great. It's cold outside so this is like heaven honestly" she murmured against my neck.

I smiled at her reaction and nodded before pulling out another plate for her. As we waited for the soup yo get somewhat cold so we could eat it Caitlin turned me around and placed me on top of the counter

I opened my arms and motioned for her to get in which she happily did. I caressed her back softly and from time to time she would tighten her grip on my waist so i would keep doing what i wss already doing

"Baby is there something wrong? You're awfully quiet" i said worriedly. She shook her head and looked up at me. "I'm just really tired. That's all. And i missed you" she said and kissed my cheek. I looked at her in awe before burying her head on my neck and snuggling her closer to me.

"I love you" i whispered at her ear before placing a kiss on her forehead. She looked up at me and with a smile and tired eyes she placed her soft pink lips against mine. She seemed so fragile all i wanted to do was to protect her

Once she pulled away she kept strong eye contact. Her gaze soft but it was full of love and delicate enough to make my heart melt. "I love you too baby" she whispered as she rested her forehead against mine.

I smiled at her before throwing a look at the food seeing it's ready. "Come on let's go eat. We can cuddle by the television after" I said and her eyes lit up. I shook my head laughing as i hopped off the counter. She helped me set the table and after putting the rest of the stuff to the side we sat down next to eachother.

We ate in silence with just the faint sounds of the radio in the kitchen. She held my hand squeezing it here and there. You see Caitlin loves my personal space. But i love her too much to say anything. I don't mind honestly.

After we devoured our plates she placed a kiss on my hand before she got up and took the plates with her back to the kitchen. I smiled at the thought because even eif she was tired from practice she still made sure to clean up after us because I was not feeling good.

She came back and scooped me up like a princess before softly placing me on the couch. I was watching her closely with a huge smile on my face. She laid slowly on top of me placing her head on my chest while her hands circled their way around my belly.

I placed a soft kiss on her head and placed my hands on top of hers caressing them softly. I scratched lightly her back making her hum in the sensation making a smile come to my lips.

"I love it when you do that" she mumbled in my neck. I chuckled at how inaudible what she said was but still from the little that i heard it was cute. We sat there in a comfortable silence watching some random tv show.

This must be by far my favourite thing in the world. Those slow days with her by my side just relaxing and enjoying eachother's presence. She's too cute while sitting like that. Honestly i can't help but fall more and more in love with her as the time passes by.

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Cabin Fever [part 6]

Pairing: Yunho x f reader

Genre: fluff and smut

Word count: 9.8k

Summary: Unsurprisingly, Mingi is open to your invitation; you just have to wait a bit, and your biggest fantasy will come true before your very eyes. So too will Wooyoung, Ari, and San's fantasies, and none of them can quite believe what's about to happen.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, foursome, protected sex, anal, face sitting

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On the last full day of your trip, you finally woke feeling refreshed, a gentle energy greeting you as you blink open your eyes and take in your surroundings.

Yunho next to you smells gorgeous, his outstretched arms and lack of clothing giving you a taste of his natural aroma. You snuggle into him, waking him up in the process, his lips automatically coming to press into your forehead, gently running his hand through your hair. You don't often wake feeling this well-rested, or with a beautiful man in your bed, and you breathe deep taking in the moment. The little things like this were always what made your life, and with Yunho by your side you had a feeling there would be a lot more of those moments coming. The thought made your heart ache from joy, your eyes blinking shut as you got lost in the feeling of him.

***

The conversation had happened the day before, on top of the cliff overlooking the falls. After a brief talk with Wooyoung, his girlfriend Sammie was curious to see where things could lead, if she could only snag Ari and San for a private talk between the four of them. And atop the mountain she saw her chance, subtly whispering to them to stay behind while the other's decided they'd had enough of looking over the terrifying drop.

They'd all caught up later, of course, Wooyoung and Sammie making it back to the cabin before everyone else in the end. But for those ten minutes they all sat in a circle, eyes darting around as everyone gauged the level of comfortability in everyone else's faces.

"Wooyoung told me what you guys had proposed to him, yesterday," Sammie started, speaking with that calmness that she always possessed. "I want to say to start, I don't feel any type of way about it, like jealous, or anything like that. I mean, that will be pretty clear with what I'm about to say, but I just want to start with that. I don't think it's too forward, or weird, or any of those other judgements people might have."

Both San and Ari chuckle, releasing their shoulders that had shot up in worry as soon as she started talking.

"Me and Youngie discussed it a little yesterday, and well, I think it would be best if I was the one in control of the scene, if that's okay with you two," she says, eyeing them both with that calm reassuring look.

"Yeah, that sounds good to me," Ari responds, looking at San as he nods along.

"Have either of you ever done something like this before?" Sammie asks.

"No, but we've discussed it, at length. We've both wanted to try this, together," Ari answers her.

"Okay, well, I need you both to promise me that you'll be honest with me. If I am in control then I'm responsible for everyone's wellbeing, and I don't want anything bad to come of this for anyone. You two seem very happy together, but emotions can run high in scenes like these, and jealousy, shock, lots of confusing feelings can surface. Do you think you'll be okay if any of those feelings are brought out?"

"I think we'll be okay," Ari says, smiling in San's direction.

"Definitely," San adds, smiling back at her. "Like Ari said, we've discussed this a lot. I'm not going to freak out just cause someone else is touching my girlfriend. And I'm not one to yell, if I do get upset, just in case you were worried."

"That's certainly good to hear," Sammie replies with a chuckle. "And just to be very specific, what were you hoping to have happen? Do you want Wooyoung and Ari to do stuff together, while you watch, or do you both want to do things with him?"

"We both want to," San replies, meeting Sammie's gaze.

"And do you want that to happen simultaneously, or do you want to take turns with him?" she continues.

"Simultaneously, if we can. We really like that idea," Ari responds, lips turned up in the suggestion of a smirk.

"Okay, well, there are many ways that could go. What exactly are you both comfortable with or wanting? Are you comfortable with penetration? Are you hoping to fuck his ass?" she asks directly, eyes on San.

"Uh, yeah, I'd like to. If he's okay with that," San answers. He peers over at Wooyoung's face, at the way Woo is nervously squirming in his spot. The bluntness of the last question has both Ari and San fighting back laughter, and they really try their best, because they want Sammie to understand that they truly are serious about this.

"He'd like that very much, San," Sammie assures, smiling over at her now tight lipped boyfriend. "I don't know if he wants to say that aloud himself, though..." she trials off, prompting him.

"Yes, I'd like it if you fucked me," Wooyoung says in a small voice, making everyone laugh.

"And are you wanting Wooyoung to fuck you?" Sammie asks Ari.

"Yeah," Ari nods. "Well, I was kind of hoping I could like, be on top, if that was possible."

"And you both would like those things to happen at the same time, right?" Sammie asks again.

"I don't know if it's possible, but yeah," Ari answers, nodding in sync with San.

"I think it could work, I just need to think on it a bit. I'm sure Wooyoung would enjoy that very much, too. I think I have an idea," she sighs, looking over to Wooyoung who is silently taking in every word, his lips in a permanent shy smile. "How is this sounding to you, Youngie?"

"Good, very good," he sighs under his breath, eyes hitting the ground.

"I can't believe I'm seeing you so shy, Woo," Ari laughs. "You're never like this."

"He is, but only in certain situations," Sammie adds, making Wooyoung's ears turn pink. "Youngie, do you promise me you'll tell me if anything that's happening doesn't feel good?"

"Yes, I promise," he says, looking up to meet her eyes, knowing that's what she wants.

"And Ari? Do you promise you'll tell me if anything that's happening doesn't feel good?"

"I promise," Ari replies, smiling.

"San?"

"Absolutely, I promise."

"Okay, good. Well I think tomorrow morning, or maybe midday, will be a good time for all of this. Can we use the room you both stay in?" Sammie asks.

"Of course," Ari says, nodding her head.

"And the rest of your friends won't mind us, doing that, in the same cabin as them?"

"Two of them have been fucking basically every night in that cabin, so I'm sure it's fine. I mean, if they have a problem with it, it'd be pretty hypocritical," Ari responds, and San and Wooyoung laugh remembering that awkward conversation, after the night everyone heard you and Yunho loud and clear.

"Shall we head back down then?" Sammie asks, and the four of them stand back up, slowly beginning the decent back down the face of the cliff. Already comfortable with following her lead, Ari and San wait for her to pass by them, Wooyoung walking beside her with their hands interlocked. As they make their way down energy is high, the adrenaline from their frank but somewhat nerve-wracking conversation still coursing through everyone. San pulls Ari around to him, planting a big kiss on her, holding her close in reassurance. They're excited for the scene, but he always wants to remind her that it's her who he loves, her who he wants to be with.

***

That morning it seemed everyone had gotten a great night's sleep.

The cabin was alight with warm energy, every single one of you in a fantastic mood. After grabbing your breakfast it didn't take long for Ari to appear at your side, beckoning you to come outside and sit with her by the fire pit, as you both sipped teas and started to eat.

"Girl, I gotta tell you something," she says as soon as you exit the cabin, Yunho's hoodie keeping you warm in the coolness of the morning.

"Oh my god, what happened?" you ask, knowing that tone of hers.

"No no, what's going to happen," she clarifies, making your eyebrows shoot up. "Okay, so you know how Wooyoung asked to join you and Yunho the other day?"

"Yeah?" you ask, looking at her sideways as you sit down on chairs opposite each other.

"Well when he came back to the cabin I found him like, hard as a rock and obviously so distraught-" you both laugh, as you try not to spit out the sip of tea in your mouth. "Okay, anyway, yeah, I found him and he told me what was going on. And, funnily enough, me and San had been discussing this exact possibility a few weeks ago. That if Wooyoung would be down to join us, we'd be down to, you know, have a threesome."

"You had?" you ask, genuinely shocked. "When did you get so kinky?" you laugh, eyeing her.

"Girl I don't know, I mean, it's not like anything else we do is particularly out there, it just came up in conversation one night. I don't even remember what led up to it. But it wasn't really a, 'we should have a threesome' thing, it was specifically if Woo wanted to then we would. Only him," she replies.

"Why Woo? Wait, is San bi?"

"Yeah he is, and one time when I asked him who of my friends he thinks is hottest, he said Wooyoung," she laughs, her eyes moving up as she clearly remembers something. "We were kinda drunk that night, it was early on, we were only dating for maybe two months or something. I was showing him pictures of all of you. And yeah he said that. And then I told him about what happened with me and Woo in high school."

"I was gonna say, it won't be the first time you're fucking him," you laugh, eyeing her.

"Well, that time we were barely sixteen," she rolls her eyes. "And it lasted about a minute, in total." You both giggle, unable to stop yourselves.

"I still can't believe Woo was the first person you had sex with," you say, shaking your head.

"I can't believe I was on top, my first time," she responds, shaking her's too.

"The beginning of your top journey," you quip, making her laugh.

"I'm am still kind of a top, I guess," she chuckles, eyes lost in thought for a moment.

"What, that hunk of muscle doesn't body slam you into your mattress every night?" you ask, eyebrows raised.

"I mean, sometimes he does, but not usually," she responds, eyeing you. "Some of us like being in control, missy," she teases you.

"God, the shame of being a bottom," you groan, throwing your head back dramatically.

"So it's still true then, isn't it?" she asks you. She was curious, given that it had been a while since you were involved with anyone sexually.

"Of course it is, Ari. I don't think anyone on this planet is a bigger bottom than me," you joke.

"Well, I'm sure that's perfect for Yunho. You're made for each other," she laughs. You look at her slightly confused, and curious. "What? It's written all over his face that he's a fucking alpha dom, top, whatever," she laughs.

"Ew, what the fuck," you laugh too, you both cringing at her use of words.

"You know what I mean though, it's obvious. He's so like, let me take care of you, let me be in control, I'm a protecter," she says, dropping her voice as low as it'll go to imitate his voice.

"Okay, he's not even like that normally, though," you laugh. "He just like, teases and plays around with everyone."

"Yeah but like, it's just readable. Like the way Wooyoung is a little subby brat. He acts out and says whatever he wants which makes him seem really self-confident, but as soon as he's hot for you he's such a little sub. It's not even funny," she says.

"How do you read those things? I'm so fucking oblivious," you sigh, settling down more comfortably on your chair.

"I don't know, it just seems obvious to me," she says. "Are you saying I'm right about Yunho?" A small smile graces your lips, and you're unable to hide it. "Ha, I knew it. See, you guys are a perfect match. He wants someone to care for, you want to be taken care of. How sweet," she pouts, looking at you fondly.

"Stop it," you laugh, rolling your eyes. She waggles her eyebrows at you, then tips her head back to finish the last of her tea. "There's something I need to tell you, too," you say.

"Oh?" she looks at you, eyebrows raised.

"We're gonna try to uh, well, do stuff with Mingi," you start, not sure how to word it.

"Do stuff?" she asks, obviously prompting you for details.

"I- I'm gonna watch them do stuff, that's the plan," you say, looking away from her. "We still have to ask Mingi, but Yunho says he's sure he'll agree."

"Wowww, since when did you get so kinky?" she asks, chuckling.

"I've always been like this," you laugh.

"I know, I was kidding. You and your smutty books," she responds.

"Do you remember on our senior trip, when I saw that couple out of the window, in the hotel..?"

"Of course I remember," she smiles, thinking back to the funny memory.

"I'm insane," you sigh, looking away from her again.

"No you aren't, y/n, don't say that. I'm sorry if we teased you a lot back then, for that. That's one of those things I look back at and see how damn immature we all were." You nod, taking in her words.

"So you and San are gonna fuck Wooyoung, together?" you ask, curious again.

"Sammie's gonna be there too, supervising things."

"Supervising?" you laugh.

"Like, she's in control, I don't know," Ari laughs in response, setting her mug and empty plate on the ground beside her. "Since Woo's gonna be like the center of attention, I guess she'll be making sure he's okay and everything. I think it'll be good. Woo gets very shy and doesn't say much when he's horny."

"He doesn't say much?" you ask, bewildered.

"I know, very hard to believe," she laughs. "I honestly can't wait to see San, you know-" he hands come up to cover her face, her embarrassment obvious.

"Why are you so shy about this?" you chuckle, smiling in her direction.

"I don't know dude, I've never done something like this," she responds.

"Well, there's no reason to be shy around me. I obviously understand that you want to watch your boyfriend fuck another man." Ari's eyes meet yours for a moment, before you both break into giggles.

"Girl, what has happened this trip? We've all gone wild," she laughs, shaking her head.

"I truly don't know. I swear something about this cabin this year is fucking with our hormones. Or maybe it's just that once we get some time to genuinely unwind, all any of us want to do is fuck," you say, making Ari laugh harder.

"Something like that," she sighs, standing up. "Speaking of, I should probably get back in there. We all are supposed to meet at ten, so I shouldn't be late."

"Okay, have fun with him," you chuckle, a twinkle in Ari's eyes as they meet yours. "Oh, and can you send Mingi out here? I need to talk with him alone, if possible."

"Of course. Good luck with all that," she sighs. "Let me give you a hug, come here," she pulls you up off your chair, wrapping her arms tightly around you. "I'm glad we've had this trip, I'm just so sorry you've been feeling so awful."

"Thank you, that means a lot," you sigh, pulling away. "It's been good though, despite it all. I am so blessed to have all of you."

"We're so blessed to have you too," she says, pulling you in and kissing you on the cheek.

"Okay, I'll be going. I'll send Mingi out as soon as I'm inside," she smiles, turning to grab her dirty dishes.

"Okay, sounds good. Thank you. Love you!" you call as she starts to walk away.

"Love you too!" she calls over her shoulder, bouncing all the way back to the cabin, through the tall grass littered with flowers.

It only takes a few minutes, and a tall broad man in a hoodie is lumbering out of the cabin and towards you, his hair messy and his glasses on.

"Did you just wake up?" you laugh, as he comes and sits right the lounging chair you're on, directly in front of you.

"Yeah I fell back asleep. We were up late last night watching that movie Woo put on. How do I look?" he jokes, flashing you a smile.

"Very sleepy," you laugh, adjusting in your seat so your legs aren't so fully in contact with his. This forwardness from him isn't surprising, but you're not sure if you could get the words out with so much physical touch already happening.

"So what do you want to talk to me about, miss y/n?" he asks, his hands fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, eyeing you playfully.

"This is serious, don't mess with me," you pout, not able to make eye contact with him.

"But you don't talk with me about serious things," he chuckles.

"Today I want to," you say, and your voice is small, trepidation seeping in.

"Are you okay?" he asks suddenly, your tone concerning him.

"Yes, this has nothing to do with me," you start. "Well, no it does, but it's not like that. I haven't been diagnosed with a terminal illness or something."

"That's good," he laughs, eyeing you again.

"It's not super serious, honestly, just kind of. I just- this isn't a joke, is what I want you to understand," you say, finally willing yourself to raise your eyes to his and keep them there.

"Just say it, then," he says, gently, but wishing you'd hurry up and spill already.

"Okay, well- to start out with, I know that you and Yunho have, uh, hooked up several times. He told me about it, last night. Well actually I saw you guys like years ago, at Ari's eighteenth birthday, and then I asked Yunho about it last night and he told me the rest." You pause for a moment, expecting a reaction.

"And?" Mingi asks you, his expression not changing.

"Do you feel weird that I know that?" you ask.

"Not really, I think all of our friends know," he replies.

"God, I keep forgetting everyone else can just figure these things out," you laugh, shaking your head.

"So what about it?" Mingi asks you, now even more confused.

"Well, I- uh, I was telling Yunho last night, I liked it. Like, I enjoyed watching you two, together. And just for clarity's sake, you two can still hook up even though me and him are together. I told him last night but I'll tell you now too, I have no problem with that."

"Okay, thanks," Mingi says nodding his head. "You brought me out here to give me permission to fuck your boyfriend?" he jokes, smirking.

"Okay, he's not even my boyfriend yet, and that's not the only reason," you respond, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement tumbling through you.

"Yet," Mingi drawls, laughing. "You two are so funny. As if you haven't been obsessed with each other for years."

"Mingi, please let me finish," you hold out a hand, placing it on his upper arm and anchoring yourself there.

"Okay, go ahead," he says, his big brown eyes boring into yours, and the attentiveness makes your insides spin in a way you weren't expecting. You close your eyes, sucking in a breath, trying to calm yourself enough to finally just say it.

"If you are open to it, I was really hoping I could be in the room while you and Yunho hooked up. I want to watch you two," you say.

"I'm definitely open to it," he chuckles, staring at the way you're still squeezing your eyes shut. You peak them open, scared to see his face even if his words were positive. "You sure you don't want to join us?" he quips, turning his head to the side, just as another yawn hits him. He's so relaxed, still in the haze of waking up, but your nervous system is on high alert. Your cheeks turn pink instantly at his question, a million thoughts running through your brain, and you can't believe you'd never imagined that possibility before. It was probably because it seemed so unlikely that it wasn't even worth fantasizing about.

"Well?" he asks, searching your face as you just stare at him, now wide eyed.

"I don't know, I hadn't considered that," you answer, finally noticing that your grip on his arm was pretty severe. "Oh, sorry," you say, pulling back your hand.

"I'm open to that too, just so you know," he says, his head shaking subtly from side to side.

"Why are you shaking your head?" you laugh.

"It's just hitting me what we're talking about," he laughs, another yawn ripping through him. "I need some caffeine."

"Go get some, and bring Yunho out with you once you have. We should talk the three of us," you respond, giving him space so he can get up.

"Okay, I'll be back in a bit," he says, turning and eyeing your finished plate. "Can I take that in for you?" he asks.

"Such a gentlemen," you laugh, nodding at him.

"I am," he eyes you, stopping in his tracks.

"Oh really?" you ask, eyebrows raised. Not that Mingi was an asshole, but you assumed he was more of a playboy than anything, given that you'd never heard about any long term relationships he'd been in.

"I've wanted to fuck you for years, but I've never made that known to you, have I?" he asks, smiling, knowing exactly how you're going to respond: your mouth agape, staring up at him with complete shock.

"You're crazy," you laugh, but you can't keep your eyes on his because what he's said is making you feel things.

"Be back in a few," he responds, satisfied with the way he's left you, certain you'll be mulling over that comment until he returns.

And soon he is back, his glasses no longer on his face, his whole demeanor looking much more energized. Yunho is walking behind him, breakfast in hand, making his way to sit on your chair with you, just like Mingi had minutes prior.

"Mingi tells me you talked," he says, taking a big bite off the strip of bacon in his hand.

"Yeah," you respond, nodding and smiling at Yunho, the look on his face something like pride.

"So we're really gonna do this?" he asks, looking from you over to Mingi.

"Yeah, if she wants," Mingi says, pointing his head in your direction.

"She definitely wants," Yunho says, chuckling at you, making you slap his shoulder.

"God, are you both gonna tease me now? I don't know if I can take it," you say, and Mingi laughs hard.

"It is up to you entirely, you realize that right? If you end up not liking it, or it starts to feel like too much, you have to tell us, okay?" Yunho says.

"I know," you sigh, eyes hitting the ground for a moment.

"You have to promise me you'll say something," he says, his tone more serious that you expect.

"I know, Yunho, I promise," you say.

"I've never done this before but I know in these kind of situations it can get complicated for everyone involved. Especially if everyone hasn't done it before. And we're not three strangers who will go our separate ways, and then tell our closest friends about some crazy shit we did. We are each other's closest friends, so we'll have to deal with it if it's weird," he says.

"I think it'll be fine, even if it gets awkward," you say, looking from him over to Mingi, who's currently trying to hide the smile forming on his lips. "What Mingi?"

"Nothing, nothing," he chuckles, shaking his head. "You two are just cute, is all."

"This is serious, dude," Yunho eyes him, a sharpness in his gaze.

"I know, I know," Mingi replies, hands held up in front of him.

"If this gets weird and she gets hurt because of it-" he points to you, "I'll be very upset."

"It's gonna be okay Yunho, like she said," Mingi replies, taking in a deep breath.

"I think it'll be fine, I'm serious," you say, a hand on Yunho's upper arm.

"You have to tell me if you don't like it," he says, eyeing you, that intensity still there.

"You seem more nervous than either of us," you say, staring back.

"I guess I am," he sighs. "I guess- I'm assuming I'll sort of be in charge, right?"

You and Mingi nod in response, realizing immediately it's the obvious way this will all go down.

"Okay, I thought so. So you better listen to me," he says, clearly in Mingi's direction, and Mingi chuckles in response, his eyes darting to the ground.

"What, does Mingi struggle with that?" you laugh, looking between them.

"I mean, he just likes to mess with me is all. I just don't know if you'd be comfortable seeing that," he says, his eyes coming down to meet yours again, more softly this time.

"You two can joke around, I don't expect it to be perfectly serious the whole time. I mean, that would be kind of weird, not letting you all do what you usually do. Just do whatever, I don't care. I just want to see you together," you smile, burying your face in his chest.

"Are you embarrassed?" he asks you from above, chuckling as he makes eye contact with Mingi, the both of them loving to see you so flustered.

"Shut up," you whine, burying your face into him further, laughing as more blood rushes to your cheeks.

"Okay, well, we're leaving tomorrow, so we'd probably need to make this happen today if we want it to happen anytime soon. Is that too soon?" Yunho asks.

"It's cool with me," Mingi replies, and you drag yourself up to sitting again, agreeing with him.

"Okay, sounds good. Let's all meet in the library in like, an hour?"

"Okay," you smile, looking between them both, setting back down into your lounge chair and soaking in the sun above you.

"I need more coffee, I'm gonna head back in," Mingi says, standing up from his chair, running a hand through his hair and yawning again.

"Me too, I'll join you," Yunho replies, standing himself.

"I'm gonna sit for a little longer," you say, taking in a deep breath, reveling in the feeling of your mind being clear and your body energized.

"Okay, see you in a bit," Yunho replies, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"Wait, me too," Mingi says, walking over to himself leave a quick peck on your cheek, and you giggle in reaction, playfully pushing him away.

"Go away," you whine, because it feels like he's teasing you with the gesture. But you're laughing, and they both laugh too, starting to make their way back to the cabin. You watch as they walk, as Mingi leans over and whispers something in Yunho's ear. Yunho shoves him in response, and you can hear him say 'shut up', before Mingi starts running ahead, Yunho following fast on his trail. You hear their laughter all the way from outside, and soon you don't really feel like being out here by yourself anymore, so you gently lift yourself up, sauntering back through the grass towards the door. In the reflection of the mirror you catch a look at yourself, your hair messy but in a way you love, your face one of satisfaction, maybe even pride. All that had changed, all that had transpired on this trip made you feel all the more grown up, which was your favorite feeling in the world. And you knew you were in for even more of it today; you only had to wait an hour.

***

When Ari makes her way back inside, she's met with San, Wooyoung and Sammie already in the master bedroom, the three of them standing in a perfect equilateral triangle around the bed. It almost makes her laugh, how awkward they look, especially San. But she feels that awkwardness too, even as she tries to hold onto the comfort her conversation with you gave her. She's so thankful you are here to talk to, because she's sure her nerves would have gotten the better of her if you weren't.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," Ari says, the three turning in unison to face her.

"You're good, not late at all," Sammie smiles, and suddenly something in Ari's stomach is churning, reminding her of an unfortunate fact.

She was still very much on her period, this weird out-of-the-norm period for her that had caught her totally of guard. Her cramps had been so minimal she'd basically forgotten about it. Even with its unpredictable timing, she couldn't believe herself. How had she neglected to remember this very important fact yesterday during the conversation atop the cliffside? It was obviously important information to divulge, and she couldn't help feeling so stupid.

"You feeling nervous?" San asks, coming over to put an arm around her and rub her arm comfortingly.

"Uh, yeah, I-" It was hard to get the words out with how silly she felt, and the fact that it might put an end to all of this before it even started.

"Aren't you excited?" Wooyoung pipes up across from her, his cheeks already pink as he looked straight at her.

"Woo, obviously," Ari responds, a deep sigh leaving her lips, not having it in her to tease him. Which made Wooyoung quite surprised.

"Is there something I can do to make you more comfortable?" Sammie asks from beside her.

"Uh, no, sorry, I just realized like two seconds ago that I'm still on my period, and I neglected to tell you yesterday. I'm so sorry," Ari says, her head bowed forward slightly, as if in shame.

"That's okay, you don't need to feel bad about that. It's good to know, of course, but it won't be a problem at all. I promise you, Wooyoung does not care about that. I'm assuming San doesn't, and I don't either. We'll put a towel down, but I was already planning on doing that, anyway," Sammie responds, a genuine smile on her lips and a hand outstretched, giving Ari's arm a quick squeeze.

"Thank you," Ari sighs out, some relief hitting her. It made her chuckle, along with other feelings she was having, and suddenly her admiration of Sammie felt all-consuming.

"What?" San asked beside her, chuckling too.

"I just- I find Sammie's self-assuredness very... admirable," she says.

"You mean sexy," Wooyoung chuckles, his eyes fixated on the eye contact between the two women.

"Maybe I do, Woo," Ari says, flicking her eyes to him momentarily. "I hope I'm like you one day," she says to Sammie, her eyes wide as she stares at the woman. Her sharp bob swishes as her head scans the room, her kind eyes coming quickly to rest on Ari's.

"I'm sure you will be, sweetie," she says, a smile more like a smirk graving her lips.

It makes Ari's insides flip again, in a way she's totally not expecting. She grabs onto San to steady herself, then darts her eyes away, looking over at Wooyoung again who looks like he couldn't be happier.

"Can I go to the bathroom real quick and just, make sure everything's okay down there?" Ari asks, gesturing to her crotch.

"Of course," Sammie responds, and San gives her shoulder a quick squeeze before she walks out of the room again, this time headed straight for the bathroom. In the mirror she examines herself, a quick pep talk needed to calm herself down again. She wasn't sure why she was feeling so nervous, other than the fact that she'd never done anything like this before. She checked her pad hastily, finding it only somewhat more bloody than this morning. Her period had remained pretty light, and she couldn't be more thankful. If only it hadn't come at all, if only it had come when it was supposed to. But she knew that wasn't how life worked.

After freshening up she busted open the bathroom door, harder and faster than she meant to. She found a slightly surprised looking Seonghwa just outside, clearly on his way to come pee, and after a brief moment of startled eye contact she walked past him, determined to not wait any longer for the day's plan. Her face showed her nerves so obviously, so as she walked past you you stuck out a hand, grabbing hers and squeezing it tight, smiling in a way that said 'good luck, you've got this.' As she stumbled past Seonghwa's eyes stuck on yours, and momentarily he forgot why his bladder had beckoned him over here.

"Is she okay?" he asked as he sidled up next to you, both of you staring at the now closed door of the master bedroom.

"I think she's just nervous," you said, head turning back around to meet his eyes.

"Nervous?"

"Something, uh, kinky is about to happen in that room. You might want to head outside," you chuckled, leaning into him slightly.

"Something kinky?" he whispered back, eyes wide and chuckling himself.

"Don't act like you're some kind of angel whose never fucked in this cabin," you responded, making his head tip back in laughter, his shoulder nudging you playfully.

"Why is she nervous to have sex with San though?" Hwa asked.

"It's more than just San, that's why it's kinky," you answered, keeping your voice low too.

"Who else?" Seonghwa asked, eyebrows high.

"It's a long story, I'll tell you later," you said, trying to not keep laughing.

"It's Woo, isn't it," Seonghwa remarked, eyes rolling to the ceiling.

"How'd you guess," you laughed, your head shaking.

"It wouldn't be the first time, those two..." Hwa trailed off, the two of you falling into a fit of giggles, and you weren't even sure why. It wasn't the funniest concept in the world, but something about the two of them together made you both giggle uncontrollably. When you'd found out all those years ago that they were each other's first time, you'd giggled like this, too.

"Sharing secrets, are we?" Hongjoong piped up behind you, walking out of the kitchen towards the two of you with a plate of food in hand.

"Maybe," you answered, eyeing him sideways, a smirk on your lips.

"I won't ask," he said, handing the plate of food to Seonghwa, walking back to where he was dishing up. Just then Mingi and Yunho stood from the couch and made their way towards the library, Yunho's hand coming to tap your thigh as they walked past, a look passing between you two for just a second. You knew exactly what it meant, you didn't need anything more to get his message.

"I guess we'll all go to the library then," Seonghwa said, starting to make his way that way too, and your hand jumped out instantly, stopping him.

"No, its- you can't-"

The words escaped you; you really didn't know what to say.

"What?" he asked, eyebrows raised in confusion.

"I need some private time in there," you said, sighing.

"Private time with those two?" Seonghwa asked, pointing towards the backs of the two tall men.

"Uh, yeah," you chuckled, eyes hitting the floor momentarily.

"Good lord, it's threesomes abound," Seonghwa laughed, shaking his head.

"Again, don't act like you're some angel," you pouted, holding up a hand.

"I'm not honey, I'm not judging. It's just, kind of surprising, is all," he said, smile on his face.

"Why don't you two, like, go to the falls or something, so you don't have to deal with all the rest of us, um, you know..."

"You know, that's not a bad idea," Seonghwa replied, looking in the direction of the kitchen. "Hongjoong, do you want to go to the falls after we eat?" he asked, raising his voice slightly.

"Sounds great," Joong replied, running the dirty pan and spatula under the water of the sink.

"Okay, go have your fun," Seonghwa said to you, motioning in the direction of the library door.

"Stop it," you chuckle, walking past him, just as Yunho stuck his head out, wondering what was taking you so long.

"Have fun!" Seonghwa called after you, making yours and Yunho's cheeks turn a matching shade of pink.

***

"Everything okay?" Sammie asked as Ari walked back in, the three still standing far apart in the room, but the atmosphere comfortable. It was more that everyone was waiting to see what was going to happen, waiting for someone to make the first move, and no one was stuck still in their spot, excited energy coursing through their bodies.

"Yeah," Ari nodded, sliding up next to San, who moved behind her and put his arms around her waist.

"Is everyone ready then?" Sammie asked the room, looking between all three of them. A chorus of yes followed, everyone nodding together. "You all seem hesitant," she chuckled, everyone's body's still jittery with anticipation. "You've got to all get more comfortable with each other before anything can start happening."

Ari and San stared across at Wooyoung, his ears pink and his mouth uncharacteristically closed.

"Wooyoung, get over here," Ari finally said, and he came quickly, his feet sliding across the hard wood floor. Woo stumbled in front of the pair, his eyes wide, breathing already starting to become uneven. "Woo, kiss me," Ari said, and that was all it took for him to step forward and plant his lips on hers, gently and hesitantly at first.

But it was just like the last time, even if the last time had been nearly ten years ago. Something about kissing Ari felt so easy to him, and they moved in sync instantly, their lips dancing over each other's. Sammie watched on from beside, and San had the closest seat in the house, watching the love of his life kissing her stunning friend. Ari could already feel him getting hard behind her, his hips involuntarily grinding into hers. She knew the sounds Wooyoung was making, those breathy moans he couldn't help, were doing a number on everyone in the room. She herself was falling into it now, the hesitation and slight embarrassment already washing away. There was nothing else she could focus on when she was kissing Wooyoung, so deeply and intensely, while San held her from behind.

Finally the kiss broke, the pair of them breathing ragged, the air in the room electric with energy. Everything had shifted with just that one kiss, and now everyone was in it, you could feel it. Woo looked from Ari to San, then back to Ari, and in a flash Ari stepped away so the two could get a taste of each other. She stepped back towards Sammie, their shoulders coming into contact, as they watched on. San's hand was in Wooyoung's hair, and Wooyoung was already trying to undress San, his hands snaking under his t-shirt to feel over his muscled torso, squeezing and feeling over every inch he could. For a moment he pulled back, but San's grip on his hair was still there, and he got pulled back in again, into a harder kiss. It took his breath away, San's tongue swiping through his mouth, his strong hand gripping hard into his hip. Wooyoung let out a whimper at the feeling, the slight pain going straight to his crotch and making him fully hard.

Sammie chuckled next to Ari, a bright smile across her face.

"What?" Ari whispered.

"He just really liked that. He really likes San, I can tell," Sammie answered.

"I understand the feeling," Ari responded, the two giggling momentarily as the two men in front of them finally broke their kiss.

"What?" San asked, his eyes coming back to rest on Ari, who was giving him a look like no other he'd ever seen.

"You two look good together," Sammie answered, her eyes falling softly on Wooyoung and his blown pupils, his hair already disheveled and messy. The compliment made him blush, and he looked away, but his hands didn't leave the chiseled chest in front of him.

"Everyone more comfortable now?" Sammie asked, and again a chorus of yes insued, this time with no hesitation. "Shall we take off our clothes then?"

Immediately Wooyoung grabbed for San's shirt, aggressively pulling it off in a way that had everyone giggling.

"Youngie, calm down," Sammie chided, making Woo sulk and step back, but Ari knew that look well and knew how much he liked it.

"Yeah Woo, calm down. You'll see him naked eventually, I promise," Ari added, more laughter echoing through the room. The two men continued taking their own clothes off slowly, Wooyoung throwing his shirt on the ground behind him while San gently set his down.

"Can I?" Sammie asked Ari, coming up behind her and grabbing the bottom edge of her tank top, slightly tugging on it.

"Yeah," Ari nodded, holding her hands up high over her head to help, and Sammie pulled it up in one swift motion, setting it down on the floor. Crouched down she began pulling down Ari's sweats too, gently holding them at the ground to allow Ari to step out. Then she did the same with her panties, leaving Ari completely naked to the room and almost frozen.

"Was that okay?" Sammie asked behind her, and Ari turned her head, their eyes catching for a moment.

"Yeah, I liked it," Ari said, a shy smile painting her face as she looked down. It was the way every movement was so deliberate, so gentle, that had her feeling so many things. She'd never really felt anything like this for a woman, she was pretty sure, and she had no idea if it was just the moment or if something else was unlocking inside her head.

"You look gorgeous, the boys can't stop staring," Sammie said, gently pulling off her own shirt and pants, carefully folding her glasses and setting them on the side table. Ari looked up to see both boys hard and staring, Wooyoung almost gawking at finally seeing her naked. It had been a while since he had, and last time had been in a dimly lit room in the dead of night. He couldn't stop gawking at San either, mostly at the size of him, sure he'd need even more prep then he'd already had in order to take him.

Ari felt shy suddenly under their stares, so she turned back towards Sammie again, which felt for some reason like the most natural thing to do. She was always used to being the one in control with San, but something about Sammie made her want to follow orders, and there was something relieving about that.

"Can I kiss you, gorgeous?" Sammie asked, and Ari nodded, opening her mouth as the two met for a moment, hands scanning each other's bodies. Never did she imagine she'd be here, but another woman's hands all over her were magical, the way she knew every little place that felt so perfect. The way she brushed over her nipples just so, not too rough but not too gently either, or the way she ran her hands down her stomach and stopped just before the place where Ari could feel her arousal pooling, so turned on by every bit of nervousness and excitement that had led here.

As the two separated they looked over, finding San palming himself, his hard length disappearing and reappearing in his hand.

"You're so fucking sexy baby," he said while staring down Ari, her whole body flushing with need, moving her over to him on instinct. Wooyoung had already sat himself on the bed, staring up at everyone around him as he watched San and Ari locked together in a passionate kiss, San's hand grabbing harshly at Ari's ass and making her whimper.

"You getting excited baby?" Sammie asked him, coming to stand in front of him and straddle his legs, the two getting lost in a kiss of their own. He was rock hard, desperately grinding into her thigh to get any sort of relief, needing things to move along faster. He whined into her mouth, getting lost in the warmth, in her calm collected demeanor that always had him folding. He forgot for a second there were other people in the room, completely entranced by the way her hands roamed his body, the way she always remembered exactly how to turn his brain to mush.

"We're ready for him," Ari's voice sounded behind Sammie, bringing Wooyoung out of his daze. The two broke apart, and immediately Ari moved in to take Sammie's place, pushing Wooyoung down so his back was flat against the bed, his legs hanging off of it. She leaned down to kiss him, her ass stuck high in the air for the others to see, Wooyoung's hands grabbing desperately at her.

"Wait, wait a second," Sammie spoke, her tone a bit more commanding. The two moved their lips apart, both staring at her, Ari looking back over her shoulder. "Youngie, come here, lay on the bed like normal, with your head on the pillows."

He did as he was told, Ari staying in place and waiting for her instruction, San moving up behind her to feel over her ass that he loved so much. Wooyoung laid himself down, his cock stood tall and already leaking a bit, his hands behind his head in a relaxed gesture. He couldn't keep the huge grin off his face, his whole body alight with excitement. He couldn't believe he was actually here, after his ridiculous attempt to make this happen just two days ago.

"Let me put this on you," Sammie said, taking the condom out of its rapper and coming to place it gingerly on Wooyoung's hard length. He groaned at the moment of contact, and Sammie kindly gave him a few strokes, before pulling back, leaving him desperate. "Okay Ari, have at him," she chuckled, and Ari climbed over, straddling him and kissing him like before, this time free to grind against his cock all she liked.

"You know they've fucked before, right?" San quietly asked Sammie, the two standing side by side as they watched on, a gentle moan falling from Ari's lips when Woo's tip hit her clit.

"Yes," Sammie chuckled, not surprised. Ari had that way about her that made her someone Wooyoung would like: she was reasonably tall, obviously strong, and not afraid to tell Wooyoung no.

Finally Ari slid down on him, their hips coming in contact slowly, Ari staying put for a second to let herself breathe. Woo's hands gripped her thighs hungrily, his head moving up off the pillow when she pulled away slightly to chase her lips. He needed more of this, he was pent up as hell, and a part of him wished he could turn her over and fuck her right then. But this had been planned out, the steps there in Sammie's head, and he wanted nothing more than to follow them. He knew if he did he'd have the best time of his life, no doubt.

Finally Ari started moving up and down, a slow rhythm to her movements as she sat up a bit, her hands coming to Wooyoung's shoulders to hold her up. She threw her head over her shoulder, catching San's eye playfully, before shifting her focus back to Wooyoung. San just laughed, his face a bright smile, watching his fantasy come to life in front of him. He too couldn't really believe this was all happening.

"Okay, you ready for more, Youngie?" Sammie asked him a few moments later, and he nodded with a whine. "I need words, if you can."

"Yes, please more," he groaned, Ari still working herself up and down on him.

"Okay Ari, I need you to stay leaned forward like that, tilt your hips forward even more if you can," Sammie started, coming over to them. "Youngie, open your legs for me, and hold them up to the side, okay?" she asked, helping him move them exactly how she wanted. Now his hold was exposed to her, the purple silicone plug finally peaking out, and she tugged on it slightly, making him let out a guttural moan.

"San, I need you to stretch him out with your fingers just a little more, you're pretty big," Sammie said, looking over to San still palming himself, a blush crossing his cheeks at the mention of his size.

"Of course," he responded, moving over just as she finally popped out the plug, another deep groan leaving Wooyoung's lips.

"Ari, stop moving for me for just a second," Sammie added, moving to the side to hand San the bottle of lube from the side table. Ari did as told, looking down at Wooyoung's flushed, pathetic face, and let out a snicker, making eye contact with him.

"What?" he asked shamefully, and it made something in her heart soar. It was equal parts cute and hot, and so fucking Wooyoung, and she just about burst in to a fit of laughter right then and there. She stopped though, when San's fingers finally found there way inside Wooyoung, and he let out another one of those groans, his eyes rolling back in his head before his lids fully closed.

"Is that good?" San asked behind Ari, his face and body totally invisible to Wooyougn in this position. That was kind of a travesty, Woo thought, but the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out more than made up for it, San hitting the right spots inside him. He must have done this before, which was so hot too, and suddenly Wooyoung felt really really lost in it all, at the fact that three people were here focusing on just him and just his pleasure.

Slowly San added more fingers, until he was sure Woo was ready, and after a quick slip on of his own condom, lined himself up with Woo's entrance, gently pressing in.

"Fuck," Wooyoung groaned, and Ari's pussy clenched down on him, making everything even more intense.

"Breathe, Youngie," Sammie said from beside them, her hand stroking comfortingly through Wooyoung's hair. After a deep breath San slowly pushed in further, Woo tight and warm around him, but definitely ready. He bottomed out quickly, letting out a deep sigh at the intense pleasure it was giving him, his girlfriend's own cunt stretched open in front of him, just inches away.

"Okay Ari, you can start moving, slowly," Sammie said, watching Wooyoung's face intently for any sign of pain or displeasure. But all she saw was a wide open smile, his eyebrows then knitted together in pleasure, his hands coming up to open his legs even wider for San's access. "You can move too San, he's ready," she said, watching how carefully San was holding himself, staying still when he so clearly wanted to move.

The two began moving in tandem, thrusting into and down onto Woo slowly at first, then increasing their speed. San's hands rested on Ari's hips, helping her maintain her rhythm, his eyes snapping back and forth between Woo's hole and her's, not believing this was real. Ari's moans were growing, as were Wooyoung's and he wasn't sure how long he'd last with this scene unfolding in front of him, his cock enveloped in soft warm muscle that felt too good to be true.

"How are you doing, Youngie," Sammie asked.

"Good, so good," Woo nearly slurred, working hard to get the words out between his moans.

"I'm gonna put that mouth to good use, okay?" she asked, this time not giving him much time to answer before climbing over his face, sitting herself down facing Ari. His sharp nose pressed into her, his tongue coming up to lap at her clit, relishing the tanginess of her cunt and all of the feelings this gave him. He was so at the mercy of them all now, so unable to move or do anything other than just take, take, take. His moans were muffled against Sammie's core, but everyone could tell they were even louder now, that he was loving this more than anything.

"Fuck, good boy," she said above him, grinding down on his face, unable to stop herself. Once she realized he could take it, that San wasn't too big, she couldn't wait to sit herself down and watch these two beautiful strangers ravage her beautiful boy, while riding his face as hard as she wanted to.

The two women, facing each other, made heavy eye contact, Ari's legs getting shaky as she neared her climax, her breathing and moaning shaky too.

"You close?" Sammie asked her, her hand coming to stroke her cheek gently, nearly sending Ari over the edge immediately.

"Kiss me?" Ari asked, and in a second their lips were meeting above Wooyoung, the two lost in each other for a moment. Below Wooyoung grabbed Sammie's thighs hard, pulling her down onto him even more, wanting to be totally enveloped in everything. And behind Ari, San threw his head back at the sight, so hot he didn't think he could take it.

"Fuck, don't do that, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, and Ari chuckled into Sammie's mouth, intertwining their tongues and pulling on Sammie's shoulders just as her orgasm hit her, her body pulling back and then collapsing on Sammie's shoulder, her legs shaking hard.

"Fuck, fuck," she groaned, the feeling ripping through her hard, and behind she heard San's characteristic 'fuck', followed by an abrupt change in his rhythm, his hips coming flush with Wooyoung's and staying there while he let his orgasm consume him. Ari slumped back against him then, still coming down from her own high, as Sammie rode Wooyoung's face in earnest, her own climax washing over her in no time. The whole scene had her nerves buzzing, and it only took one final sharp suck on her clit for her to come undone, her own legs trembling as she did.

She quickly pulled herself off Wooyoung's face, his tongue swiping around to lick her juices from his lips as soon as she was gone.

"You okay?" she asked him, her hand stroking through his hair again. He just nodded, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips, and a slight chuckle. "Did you cum already?"

"Yeah," he laughed, staring up at her now, his eyes big and full of contentment.

"Of course he did," Ari laughed above him, his cock still buried inside her.

"When, Youngie?" Sammie asked, chuckling.

"Um, not long after San started fucking me," he admitted, a hand coming up to cover his eyes in embarrassment.

"Damn," Ari said, the whole room chuckling. "How the fuck did you stay hard?"

"He can do that, it's weird," Sammie answered her, everyone laughing again. "Good weird," she added, stroking her thumb across his cheek.

"Okay, I'm gonna move now," Ari announced, pulling off Wooyoung slowly, her own body still reacting to the slight stimulation. Then San pulled out of him slowly, Woo sighing at the loss, his body a rag doll on the bed. Everyone began slowly cleaning themselves off, stretching their bodies and coming back to themselves, the shock of what they'd just done hitting everyone slightly, in their own time.

"I'm gonna go get some water in the kitchen," Ari announced, slinging on her sweat pants and top, eyeing San and hoping he would catch on.

"I'll come with you," he said, quickly moving to put on his own clothes as she left the room, then walking out slowly, behind her. In the kitchen she set out two glasses, filling them both with water, handing him one as he came in. He took one sip and then set it on the counter, standing just a foot in front of her and staring into her beautiful eyes, trying to read everything.

"Did you have fun?" he asked, eyes not leaving hers.

"Yeah, did you?" she asked back, a shy smile on her lips.

"Yeah."

They stood in silence for a moment, not breaking their eye contact, until Ari couldn't take it anymore and started giggling, her eyes hitting the floor.

"I can't believe we just did that," she said quietly, a hand reaching out for her boyfriend. He pulled her into him, enveloping her in a huge hug, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Was it everything you dreamed of?" he asked, making her laugh more.

"I think it was everything you dreamed of," she responded, nudging him.

"I love you, Ariana," he said, his voice low and full with sincerity.

"I love you too," she said, her face raising to meet his, her eyes wide.

It really was what she'd dreamed of, more honestly, but something in her felt like she didn't want to say that just yet. This moment felt like it was for them, for her and this man who was so good to her, to remind each other just how much they loved and needed the other. And she was more than grateful for it, so grateful she felt like she might start crying, which didn't feel right, either. Crying right after you had a foursome, well, just seemed a little ridiculous. She sank herself into San's chest, her breathing heaving in lieu of tears, and San could feel all of the emotion washing off of her, it matching the way he felt in so many ways, too.

It had been a lot, this trip. The pressure he felt to impress her friends, to not disappoint anyone. But it had also been fun, some of the most fun he'd had in a long time, and he couldn't believe they'd gotten a chance to explore this fantasy they'd had for months now.

The gratitude ran through him too, washed over the both of them, leaving them in a cloud of joy that wouldn't leave for a long, long time. The cabin was almost eerily quiet, no one else in the living room or kitchen, and they both knew that would end very soon. But for now this moment was for them, for their love, for everything they built and felt together.

[onim5]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ACE!!!!!!!!

The Gifter

Portgas D. Ace birthday special

Warnings: None

Masterlist

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Ace nervously stood on the deck of the Moby Dick. He glared around the ship palms sweaty and tensed. It was his birthday. Sure, he hadn't told anyone about it on the ship, but there was this one weird thing that always occured . . . .

When he was seven, it started. A gift on his birthday right where he used to sleep. It wasn't from Dadan and he hadn't met Luffy and Sabo at the time. It wasn't Garp either. But the gift was to him. The gift was simple: red wrapping paper and an orange ribbon. He couldn't read, but he showed Dadan, and she read it for him.

Happy birthday, Ace! I give this gift to you from some time and someplace else, but I hope you enjoy it.

No name, no reason to why, just a damn gift. And what was it? Right. . . . Some platform that has round circles that you can pop up and pop down. It was also made out of a strange material. He was very disappointed when he opened it, but as time went on, he found himself just fidgeting around with it to relax and avoid thinking. Or to be able to actually think. (It's a fidget toy.)

After that, every year on his birthday did he got a weird thing. He calls it, she, him, they?. . . The Gifter.

"Oi, Ace, why so tensed?" Thatch asks, leaning over Ace, an arm around his shoulders. Ace got startled but didn't show it. Truth was, he absoulutely didn't think he deseves to celebrate his birthday, after all, with his blood he automatically became a monster. But, The Gifter would come and give him something. An it was nervewracking and exciting. 

"Uh, well, it's nothing. I've just been thinking." Ace grunts. He didn't want Thatch to know about his birthday, nor the mystery gift he hopefully gets this year, as well. Ace moves Thatch's arm away from his shoulders, awkwardly. Thatch watches confused and a bit worried as Ace walks away without saying anything more. Ace on the other hand was just trying to hide his excitment. 

The past three years had the gifts been weird food that he'd never tasted before. Altough it wasn't the food that made him happy, it was the notes from The Gifter that said that they love him. 

Dear Ace, I wish I could see you, I wish I could touch you, I wish I could hear you, I wish I could show you how much I love you. I wish so much, but wishes are wishes. Now that you're older and a pirate I doubt you'd enjoy a toy. 

But I want you to know that even though our wish is to meet, it's something I can't fufill so here,take something sweet. Please have a good Birthday and year. 

Ace read in a quiet tone through the first letter that he got some kind of food with. It was awefully weird and strange that there was someone out there that loves him, but like what, and why? He glances to the other side of the room and spots it. Walking over to the corner he grabs the box and opens it. 

In it was food, some kind of meat filet, and a huge one at that. He grabs the envelope that laid to the side wondering if it would be as kind and loving words as always or maybe words of good bye and that this is my last gift to you, words he would fear.

Ace's eyes widens as he spots the small rock on the bottom. Now he had gotten them  for some years, the letter _, is on this one. He lays down on his bed and eat cookies that he found in the box. These had a sweet taste to them, some kind of chockolate. He opens the envelope carefully. 

Dear Ace, Happy birtday. I have given you rocks with letters, I belive you deserve to at least know my name. And that's what the letters spell. I love you, and I wish, hope, and imagine that you know that. - The Gifter

The letter was shorter this time, but it was enough, cause if it was something Ace had wished for was it a tiny little detail about who this is. He grabs a bag where had kept the small rocks and then start to form the name out. 

(Your real name)

Ace cracks a smile and silently wonder if he ever meet you.

[uselessbard1031]

Every Rose Has Its Thorns (Ambessa X Black Rose Spy! Reader C1)

Trying a new thing where I cross post on Tumblr and Ao3. (Ao3 link at end)

C1:

Everyone is sleeping with someone and beds can bury many secrets under the covers. Secrets like the Demacian lover of a famed Noxian assassin. Secrets like the Trifarix takeover of Grand General Darkwill. Secrets like the Crimson Circle’s leader planning another coup. These secrets stick to the thorns of those special redolent rose colored lovers tangled up in the sheets with generals, captains, and house heads. Those lovers whose special magics put the guile in beguiling. 

Your job is a florist -- a host handing out roses and collecting the pricked off secrets those roses gathered. A job you do well. Not every flower at your shop is a rose. No. There are delusional daisies and desperate daffodils. There are illusions of irises and professional pansies. But those are all a cover for the sweet pollen of your roses. Rose roots, as most know, are everywhere once they're planted. They sap the nutrients from every other flower nearby -- they have the power to consume. To consume secrets of the rest of the garden. 

One day about a month ago a daisy had earned the affections of a general so much so that she had begun buzzing about her life like a little pollinator. The rumors stuck to the rose roots within your brothel and thus came to you. You saw to it that the general’s lover was upgraded to a rose still suiting of her tastes. The daisy, you had said, was bought by someone looking for a bouquet in their home. The general had not minded in the slightest which was no surprise. If she'd have genuinely cared about losing the flower, you would have simply spliced the daisy in with a rose, given it thorns, and kept it pricking. Instead, your mother has taken it and all of its intel too. 

So now, for a month, a rose has been sticking into those secret filled covers. A rose who is very good at his job. A rose who is…marching towards you with a bruise beneath his gold-lidded eye and a fuming gaze?

“What's happened?” You ask, quirking a brow.

“I'm done,” he snaps, his voice as pretty as his feminine face. 

“No you're not. Where's the client?”

“In my room. Wants someone else.” He looks down the hall of doors and rooms before leaning in to you. “I pressed about the son, like you said. She wants nothing to do with me now. I'm burned.”

“And bruised. Go get some ice.”

He storms off to nurse his wound and you bite your lip, scanning through your mental inventory. All of your research says he's her perfect type. Skinny. Benign. Docile. Pretty. Your other effeminate male rose is currently assigned elsewhere. Though if she comes another day, he may do. You know she likes women as well. Ones with strength. No. Power. Weapons of women and flowers of men. But muscles alone won't do. You have many talented mages, sure. Perhaps one of them could peak her interest. But none of them have what she truly craves in a female lover -- someone with superiority -- someone chosen -- someone capable, with control and, well, power. Someone like…

You glance back at her room. It's an idea, but is it one you're willing to dedicate to? You grin, imagining how your mother will react to the news. She'll be amused more than anything. Impressed, you think. Proud. Guile means more to her than pride so to sell yourself as a flower, as a rose, someone so unobtainable that the general will feel oh so special to have you. Yes. You'll earn your mother's pride for this clever little play. 

You switch the sign on the front door to closed and head back to the retired rose’s room. With a breath of confidence, you knock, a smile glazing over your lips already. 

“Enter,” a voice like broken glass on a gravel path orders from the other side.

You open the door, heading inside but paying her no mind. Not yet. Something small first, a show of your magical power to aid your social power. You twist your hand absentmindedly around a healthy pothos hanging from a ceiling hook. A shadow creeps down its long vines, blazing a trail of withered brown and fallen crinkled leaves behind it until it slithers all the way to the new growth at the tip. 

“You've given one of my top earners a black eye,” you say, still not facing her.

“Your whore ,” she growls the word, “was testing my patience and good nature. I pay for pleasure, not for interrogation.”

“He's chatty.”

“I don't care for chatty.”

“Your last lover was chatty.” You toss her a look over your shoulder. Then sigh and go back to the pothos, killing another vine with darkness so deep it drains all the stored sunlight away with ease. “You liked him. I assumed this would be a good match for you.”

“I have been employing your brothel’s services for near a decade now. Yet, I don't believe we've ever spoken.”

You turn to her now. Your eyes trace the hem of red cotton that drapes over her muscled thighs. They slip up to her red painted lips on her glass of posca. They twist through curls of grey hair leaning against a headboard, twirling a strand by her scarred umber face. She really is attractive, now isn't she?

You glide up to the bed, taking your time. “We may have never spoken, but that doesn't mean I haven't kept tabs on you.” 

As you reach her, you sit on the mattress, just out of reach, teasing the edges of her aura with your own. You bring shadows from the corners of the room closer. Snakes of black curtain around the bedframe and lurk on the floorboards. One tickles across her leg and she shudders, though she hides it. Her gaze falls on you, curious, interest piqued, but wary and ready for battle. 

“You are strong,” you say. “Stronger than most. In will. In might. Ah, but you already know this. It makes you difficult to please. You've been unhappy with my business twice now. I do not wish to leave you dissatisfied a third time.” You lean just a bit closer, fingers tracing lightly around a scar by her knee. “So perhaps something off menu would better suit your unique tastes?”

Her gold flecked eyes darken a shade and she smirks. Humming amusedly, she asks,”Mm and what may you be offering, off menu, exactly?

A shadow follows your hand, reaching forward with you to brush hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. “I've always preferred female lovers, and I've heard rumors that you enjoy both sexes.”

“The rumors are true”

“Please then, allow me to apologize for the chatty whore. Have a night on the house. With me.” You lean closer still, your lips ghosting her own. You think for a moment to leave the choice to her, to allow her to seize you, claim you. But then you think about how attracted she is to women in control so you seize her instead -- kissing her before she kisses you. 

And boy does she kiss you.

A calloused hand finds its way to the back of your head, fingers knotting in your hair. She chuckles, hungry mouth against your own, her tongue rolling along your bottom lip. It's not a fight for dominance. No. It's a test to see if you will yield it. You don't. Which spurs her to smile more. She pulls away from you, eyes finding yours with a bit of a glimmer. 

“You are curious, little flower,” she says. 

“As are you, general. Tell me, how does a wolf stalk its prey?”

She chuckles again, a low rumbling noise. “Deliberately.”

“And how does it attack?”

“Without mercy.”

Her claims prove valid when she attacks, mercilessly, your lips again. Your neck. Your shoulder. You allow her to guide you to your back, pulling the darkness around you entirely so that the only light in the room is the halos you allow around her and around you. You keep the spell the entire night you spend together. With every talented curl of your finger or quivering shake of your orgasm she grows more and more intrigued by you. By your focus and your abilities. Good. Your roots are being planted. In time, your thorns will prick those secrets from her.

In time, turns out to be a patient six months. You've uncovered much of her story but only the outer shell. Her loyalty to family. Her desire for legacy. And just now, a few days after the six month mark, she finally gifts you the information your mother has so wanted.

“Daughter,” the voice greets you in the pale red darkness of her illusion. How can it be pale and dark? Well, how can anything be mutually exclusive when it comes to her? A woman with a million faces yet not known for a single one. The Faceless.

You take a knee before her, her silhouette shifting between heavy and light, brawny and slender, masculine and feminine. “Mother,” you greet, “I come with the information you sought from Ambessa Medarda.”

“The one whose love child is of our own kind? Now that is interesting.”

You stand. “The son, Kino, he is in Nava on a diplomatic mission for their house.”

“Are you certain?”

“Would I lie?” You smirk.

She steps forth from her illusion, a pale face with a bob of blue hair and dark purple lips that smirk right back at you. 

“You've done well, daughter,” she says, thin white fingers tilting up your chin. “I knew there was a reason I took you in that century ago. Just a bawling little infant then. Look at you now. All grown up and covered in thorns. Our agents in Nava will capture the wolf pup. He will be tested and, if potent, used. The Black Rose will bloom again.”

“What about the alpha wolf? Have we any further use for her?”

“Perhaps. The future is all smoke and mirrors. So play your part. Keep her leashed. Remember that there is still a second child we may require if this one proves to be the wrong one.”

“Understood.”

She sighs, releasing you and turning to the warping edges of the nothingness around you. Turning to some door in some far off room. With a wave of her hand a magician’s staff appears between jeweled rings on her thumb and index finger. Without looking back at you she says, “I’ve got to go. The assassin’s are due at Swain’s doorstep any minute now.” She glances over her shoulder, a purr and a grin, “it's how he knows I care.”

With that, the void disappears and so does she. You're left alone in your bedroom with its stone walls and silk sheets. 

You gaze out over the city through your window. Noxus Prime. All these years and it hasn't changed much at all. Then again, neither have you. Your looks are still that of your youth. Easier, then, with bright eyes and a light face, to manipulate the shadows behind Noxus’s big red curtains. All these banners and blood and war. How trivial. Those two men your mother works alongside on the Trifarix are nothing more than puppets in a big show. One day, they'll be gone -- bone and ashes -- just like the man before them and there will be another puppet and another. All marionettes, dancing by the pull of their strings. Dancing, by your mother's hand. Dancing, for the Black Rose.

[byronic-mess]

Fireworks

relationship: charles/lewis

rating: gen

additional warnings: none

Charles had spotted Lewis a few moments ago in the club.

Last he knew, Lewis was snowboarding somewhere, so Chares had assumed he wouldn’t be in Monte Carlo for new year’s. Apparently, that assumption was wrong, as he’d seen him in the same club as him earlier in the night, he wouldn’t say he was looking for him, but he was. He’s not sure why. Maybe he just wants to be near him. There’s something about Lewis that just draws you in, and Charles is a victim of it the same as everyone else,

He steps into the cool winter air outside for a few moments, catching his breath and turning down a cigarette that’s offered to him. He’s not even that drunk, he’s just not really feeling the party tonight, even though it’s new year’s eve and the countdown will be starting soon.

The door next to Charles opens and music comes spilling out onto the street with whoever opened it. Charles is too busy staring up at the stars to really pay attention, even as the person stops next to him and leans back against the dirty brick of the club. Charles turns his head when they clear their throat and comes face to face with Lewis. He links a few times, and Lewis smiles.

“Pierre mentioned you were looking for me.”

Charles blushes, because he wasn’t aware it was that obvious. He hadn’t said anything out loud, so it was just Pierre’s freaky power of seemingly always knowing what Charles is thinking.

“I wanted to see if you’d join us, that’s all.”

Lewis looks like he doesn’t believe him, but nods anyway. The two of them go back to staring at the stars in silence. Around them, people start to count down, and Charles can’t help but lean into Lewis’ warmth slightly. Lewis clears his throat again to catch Charles’ attention before drawing him into a slow kiss just as fireworks burst across the sky and behind Charles’ eyelids. The kiss is soft and sweet and perfect, tasting slightly of whatever cocktail Lewis had been drinking earlier. 

Lewis pulls away after a few seconds and Charles blinks at him, dazed.

“Happy new year, Charles.”

[halimayronwood]

a part of halima almost wished he would lash out, aim his fist at her jaw, strike her with a blow that would send her to the ground. at least that, she would know how to counter. they had been their before, their anger growing until it was too much to contain and only ebbing when they were too exhausted to continue. but instead, his disappointed hung in the air, so heavy that she could almost take it between her teeth and bite down, and that, halima could not hit back against.

because it was not enough.

she had never denied him anything. she had carried out every task he had ever set her, understanding before he even needed to speak what needed to be done. she had given him so much of her loyalty that it could no longer be called just that, but something bigger - her devotion. she'd given him a corner of her mind where he was ever-present, she'd given him blood - both that of others and, when that didn't satisfy, turning the knife upon herself and carving pounds of flesh from her own skin.

but it was not enough.

armaan did not see what she gave to him, not just willingly but eagerly, because he only saw the space where more could be taken, where the gaps had not yet been filled. she had been shaped by the sacrifices she had made for him, any thought of a future she could have had on her own, the person she could have been. it was etched into the scares on her hands, woven into the threads of choices she did not allow herself to ruminate on. and yet, she was still falling short, her use to him summed up by the absence, not the offering.

"no one?" she echoed, spitting out the word like venom, hair dishevelled, escaping her usually neat braid and jaw clenched so tight her head was beginning to pound with it. the rest of his tirade, she did not dignify with an answer with words. they were going in circles, each shouting their point and dismissing the others. "i have given you everything i am, and you stand there and tell me that no one gives you anything willingly, like a child whining because none will play it's games?"

the chair shattered somewhere behind her head, but halima did not flinch, did not blink, did not even turn her head to watch it break. she didn't give a shit about it - instead focused on his words with a gaze full of something no fury could burn away. the admission that he did not wish to see her wed, that what he had said to goad her into a reaction was an unwelcome a thought to her as it was to him. it was enough that her hands finally stilled when she spoke again.

"so be it."

there was never any apologies. not with them. the bowl placed upon the table told her all she needed to know. and though she had no appetite for it, though she knew it would taste like ash in her mouth, she sat, picked up a pear from the plate, and bit into it, a silent acknowledgment that she understood. there was no second bite. "i'll see it done," she said, and though her voice was steady, it could not be called soft, a lingering tension wrapped around her words. "i will not see those boys want for anything." she paused, clutching her pear in a grip that had sent juice running down her wrist. "whatever it takes." the words were begrudging, barely more than a whisper.

꙰

armaan yronwood stood silent, his broad frame casting a shadow across the room. his face was still, save for the faintest tick of his jaw, though his fingers twitched at his sides. her words lingered between them like smoke, suffocating yet impossible to clear. the fire in her voice, the unyielding defiance—it should have enraged him further, should have pushed him to lash out, but instead, it stirred something far more insidious. disappointment. a bitterness he would never voice aloud. “you think i don’t know what i’m asking for?” his voice was low, steady, but it carried the weight of a drawn blade.

“halima, i’ve been asking for it since the day i put a blade in my hand. since the day my father died and left me with this house, this title. i’ve asked for loyalty, for sacrifice, for blood. and every time, i’ve had to take it myself because no one ever gives it willingly.”

he stepped closer, his boots heavy against the stone floor, closing the space between them as if proximity could force her to see reason. they never truly listened to one another; they merely responded, retorted, long were the days where either of these souls could listen to the other. “you stand there and tell me about threats as though i haven’t spent every waking moment of my life calculating them. weighing risks. planning how to keep this house standing while everything around it crumbles.” his hand moved to the back of a chair, gripping the wood hard enough to whiten his knuckles. “do you think i want to see you wed? do you think i relish the idea of you bound to some manwoody dog?” his lips curled into something between a sneer and a grimace; and then suddenly came the sound of a crash.

the chair he had sought to sit himself upon had been cracked as it were flung, and he had not even realised he had done it. “because i don’t. gods, halima, i don’t.”

the admission tasted like bile. he hated giving her even that much, hated the way it left him feeling raw, vulnerable in a way he could not afford. but it was the truth, and even he was not cruel enough to deny her that. “but what you want doesn’t matter. what i want doesn’t matter. yronwood matters. those boys matter. and if it takes alliances—if it takes sacrifices—then so be it.” his gaze fell to her hands, the faint tremor she tried so hard to hide. it twisted something in him, a thread of guilt that he quickly smothered. she had always been like this, a fortress of steel and fire, unyielding even when it broke her. it was what he admired about her, what kept her close even when it would have been easier to let her go. but he would not apologise. not for this. not for demanding what was necessary.

“you said it yourself—they’re a threat. a target. do you think the rest of dorne will let that go unanswered? you think they’ll sit by while i raise two sons to carry this house forward?” he released the chair, his hands flexing briefly before falling back to his sides. “you say you’ve already given me your loyalty, and that’s true. but it isn’t enough, halima. it’s never enough. none of this, is ever enough.” the words came out quieter, almost hesitant, as though he hadn’t meant to say them aloud. his dark eyes flicked back to hers, searching for something he wasn’t sure he’d recognise even if he found it. he didn’t want her to leave, didn’t want her bound to another man, but he also couldn’t let his own feelings cloud what had to be done.

he turned, his movements stiff, and reached for the plate of fruit on the table. without a word, he set it before her, his version of an olive branch. no apologies, no admission of fault—just the unspoken understanding that he would not push further today. “you’ll handle the boys’ betrothals,” he said finally, his voice returning to its usual steadiness. “i trust you with that. if nothing else, you’ll see they’re protected. that they get what they deserve.” it wasn’t forgiveness. it wasn’t even peace. but it was something, and for now, it would have to be enough.

"and i will wed before you ever need to."

[poorlydrawnandroids]

From the people who brought you: "Android detectives can't cook!" comes the concept: "Hank has a horrible food palate!"

He's happy to try anything once.

[benevolenterrancy]

hi! I recently came across your tgcf fics, and I wanted to say you’re a phenomenal creator. the recovery series fic and the gloves fic and just all of them. thank you for your content and great attention to detail.

do you have any thoughts/hcs on FXMQ and Xie Lian you’d be willing to share? within the original story or the universes of your fics!

Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying them! (ﾉ*^▽^*)ﾉ.｡:*☆

hmm, random thoughts about the FXMQ... a silly headcanon: Feng Xin has very much been hoisted by his own petard by heckling Mu Qing! That is to say, he'll harass Mu Qing relentlessly about something stupid only to be confronted with a similar situation and realise that there's absolutely NO way he can act in anyway similar to Mu Qing or he'll never hear the end of it.

(For example, he has tolerated some truly atrocious divine statues in the past because he's heckled Mu Qing so much about how picky he is with his divine statues that there's no WAY he can say ANYTHING without seeing that smug bastard's face in his head so he just has to bite his tongue and tolerate some unspeakably ugly statues.)

Mu Qing doesn't generally suffer from similar overthinking (he'll just prepare to kick FX's ass if he dares to say anything about it) except for things more directly related to himself. I think he genuinely finds sewing/embroidery/etc rather relaxing work but he'd rather die than have anyone ever see him do it because he's made such a big deal about not doing that sort of "servant" work anymore.

(He actually really enjoyed stitching Ruoye back together because it gave him the perfect excuse -- he's returning a favour!! and Xie Lian is hopeless!! of course he had to!! -- and he secretly considered using white thread to embroider some invisible little designs just because he doesn't quite want to stop... only he knew he'd get caught if he messed with Xie Lian's spiritual device like that and gave up the idea)

[elisedonut]

I'm always like man i hate making ocs but i also want to make a visual novel one day and that's only become more true now that I write

so like i'll have to learn how one day

like i mean i know technically how to like ive made four characters

its just do i give a fuck about them thats problem because the answer is no i'm a bad mother

i just can't bring myself to care about them enough to like do anything with them

so they are useless to me as they are now

[veilblight]

they said not to play as the dark urge for your first campaign because literally how am i supposed to do a custom origin run after this

[apollo-zero-one]

Man I can't believe I had the chance to go to a performing arts school up through middle school and I fuckin quit after 6 months just because I got bullied. BRO YOUR HOMEWORK WAS POETRY!! YOU HAD TO PRACTICE DANCING TO COTTON EYE JOE AS YOUR BIG UNIT TEST. GYM CLASS HAD A CIRCUS UNIT!! YOU HAD A WHOLE DAILY CLASS ON IMPROV!!! YOU FOOL!! YOU ABSOLUTE IMBICILE!! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A YOUTUBER!!! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN ONE OF THOSE TWEENAGERS GETTING LOADED BY MAKING SHITTY YOUTUBE SHORTS IN 2008-14!! But noooOoooOOOoo little miss Noellie (who WANTED TO GO!! who worked SO HARD and sent in an application essay and did an INTERVIEW to get in!!) couldn't handle disruptive classmates or little scuffles and petty grudges and general Attitude of the other students and cried to mommy to put her back in public school. I am EATING MY HAIR over what Could Have Been. I COULD BE SOMEONE'S ANNOYING YOUTUBER!! I could be a DISGRACED DISNEY CHANNEL STAR!! I could be an America's Got Talent winner! A mild to moderately successful comedian! I could be making short films!! But no no no precious thin skinned baby me heard a few new cus words and watched a teacher get heckled and begged to give up The Dream in favor of?? Quiet math tests?? I am such a fucking quitter I quit everything the second it gets too hard I always take the out as soon as it's offered what's my fucking damage.....

[starkeysbunny]

tears [rafe cameron]

pairing - rafe cameron x reader

summary - rafe was a busy man. but, when his girl knocked on the doors of tannyhill with tears streaming down her cheeks—nothing was more important than her. and he’d fix whatever was bothering her. or whoever. he hated to see his girl cry.

warnings - none rlly, hurt/comfort, protective and attentive rafe

rafe sighed into his phone call when he heard a knock on the door. he stood in his father’s office—which was now his—pacing the room.

“hey, hey man, just hang on a sec, sorry.” he muttered to the potential investor before he put him on hold. he set his phone down on the desk and marched out of the office, curses and mumbles leaving his lips.

“somebody always fuckin’ needs something.” his hand rubs over his buzzed hair as his other hand curls in and out of a fist at his side. “goddamn. probably fuckin’ sarah and her stupid—“

his mumbles come to a halt when he opens the door and sees his girl standing there, tears staining her flushed cheeks. “rafe..” she whispers weakly, her frame shaking as she looks up at him.

“hey, hey, baby.” he says quickly, completely forgetting the phone call waiting for him as all his attention, worry, and concern is shifted to her. “what’s wrong, c’mere.”

his hand reaches for her wrist, pulling her into his chest. she lets out a quiet sob as she buries her face into his chest, stepping inside. he haphazardly pushes the door shut as he keeps her close to his chest and walks them both inside and through the foyer.

he whispers shh’s, and coos at her in his arms as he heads for the living room, sitting them both down. he softly pulls her from his chest, his head dipping down to her level. his hands come to her cheeks, wiping the tears off her soft skin.

“hey, baby, what happened? talk to me.” he says, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

“i-i-“ she stammers, unable to get words out as she chokes on cries. her breathing quickens, getting close to hyperventilating. when she cries, she goes too fast, losing control of her breathing.

“hey, hey, no. don’t do that. c’mon baby, you know better. breathe, baby, breathe.”

she begins to slow down, her breathing coming back to normal. she keeps her eyes on rafe’s, slowly calming down.

“there ya go. atta’ girl. good job. breathe.” he praises, his head nodding softly as he watches her. once her breathing fully calms, she takes one last deep breath and wipes the last of her tears.

“now, gonna tell me what’s got your pretty little head so worried, hm?” he coos, his head tilting slightly. “what’s bothering you? who do i have to kill, huh?” he jokes with a grin. but to be honest—he probably wasn’t joking.

she sniffles, her eyebrows furrowing. “my uterus.” she whines. “i’m on my period. my cramps hurt like a bitch. and my mom is pissing me off.” she sniffles, stumbling over her words slightly. “and i’m hungry. and you weren’t answering, i know you’re busy. but i just really needed to see you, i’m sorry—“

“hey, hey, it’s okay.” he nods softly. “i’m here, it’s alright. i’m not busy, doesn’t matter.” he says matter-of-factly. he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. “what do you need? hm? i have that heating pad in my room i bought for you a couple months ago.” he whispers sweetly. “i can make you somethin? buy you stuff? i dunno, what do you need?”

he was willing to do anything, he didn’t care. when his baby cried, he’d move mountains to make her feel better. he’d go to every store in town, run up his credit card, do anything. as long as she got a smile on her face at the end of it.

she nods against his chest, looking up at him. “yeah.. the heating pad. and—and can you make me a grilled cheese? you make em’ so good.” she asks sweetly, her voice gentle and weak.

he smiles softly, looking down at the sweet girl in his arms. “yeah, baby, of course. i don’t know if they’re that good. everytime i make them, you’re usually drunk and it’s three in the morning. that might be why they taste so good.” he jokes.

she shoves his chest playfully. “i don’t care, you can’t fuck up a grilled cheese. please?”

he grins. “yeah, yeah. grilled cheese, heating pad. got it, baby. anything else?” he says thoughtfully, his fingers coming to push strands of hair off from where they stick to her tear strained cheeks.

she shakes her head. “just you.”

he smiles. “okay.” he kisses her forehead. “i’ll be right back, gimmie a few minutes to get all that.” he stands, making sure she’s laid comfortably on the couch. he grabs the blanket from the end of the couch and drapes it over her. his eyes search the living room, landing in the remote, he hands it to her.

he leans down, placing another kiss to her cheek this time. “put on whatever you want. i’ll be back, promise.”

he leaves her at the couch and heads back to the office. he picks up his phone and takes it off hold. “hey, gotta go. somethin’ came up. i’ll give you a call later.” he hung up before the guy could even get a word in.

nothing came before his girl.

[razorbladesandblackholes]

really really want coffee but. calories. >:(

[dontflirt]

just remembered that time I joined a dc and the atmosphere was very rude and unwelcoming! 😁