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soft alexia where she always looks for reader after a home game and runs to the stands or dedicates goals to her đŤ đĽ˛đĽş
siempre para ti â alexia putellas x reader
in which: alexia scores the winner in el clasico. for you.
warnings: none
wc: 1.3k
a/n: 2 posts in 2 days? who am i
Game days. Your worst favourite days. You loved going to watch your girlfriend do what she loves, really, but the nerves that came along with that werenât as welcomed. Especially with El Clasico.
Alexia went through the motions, as she always did on game days. Had her usual breakfast, did some pre-pre-activation in your home gym and listened to the same 4 songs on repeat like she always did on matchdays. You could cite them all word for word now, but you wouldnât dare complain and mess up her little routines.
She left you 4 hours before kick-off, a couple lingering kisses that wouldâve lead to more if she didnât have a 90-minute football game to go play, not without your promise that youâd be there and cheer for her if she scored. Alexia knew youâd be there and she knew youâd cheer the loudest of them all if she managed to get the ball in the back of the net, but who minds a little reassurance?
You made your way to the stadium well before the game started, not wanting to get caught in Barcelonaâs rush hour traffic. You found your spot in the friends & family box, greeting Eli and Alba with a kiss on the cheek before settling in and glancing over at the Barça team who were already doing their warm-ups.
Alexia scanned the crowd when they were called inside, her gaze lighting up once her eyes found yours. You shot her a wave and an encouraging smile, which she reciprocated quickly â not without having to endure some teasing from Vicky.
The Spanish midfielder would never get used to seeing you in the stands. You probably hadnât missed a home game yet in the past 4 years of dating each other, but she still felt fuzzy and warm inside when she saw the woman she loved most sitting in the stands of the football club she loved most. You were there for her, to watch her, in her shirt to cheer for her and she wanted to perform for you.
And thatâs what she did. Barça took the game by the scruff of its neck, completely dominating and controlling the game from kick-off onwards. Chance after chance, shot after shot, the girls in blaugrana were all over their opponents. Aitana and Caro both had a big chance, but neither could convert. Much to your surprise and the teamâs dismay, the 0-0 was still on the board when the referee blew the whistle for half-time.
Theyâd had the chances to be in front, but they hadnât been clinical enough. This time, Alexia didnât search for your eyes before she went into the tunnel, her professional demeanour never wavering a second once she was in game-mode. You hoped she wouldnât be scolding herself too much over the promising free-kick she wasted.
The teams came back out 15 minutes later, and you finished up chatting to Alba as the game started again. More of the same, as expected, as Barça once again took control of the game. They were playing good football, passing the ball around, making runs in the channels and creating chances, but it felt like they couldnât cross that final hurdle. Ingrid almost scored from a corner and they were claims for a penalty after a harsh tackle on Ewa, but nothing given.
It wasnât until stoppage time that they had their best chance of the game. Some combinations at the back to play out of Madridâs press, Patri was now rushing forward with the ball in midfield. She scanned the pitch, looking for options to lay the ball off to, sending it outside for Caro to chase. She got there first, beat her defender with a simple step over and sent a cross into the box.
It felt like slow motion, really. The final minutes ticking down on the clock, the ball sailing in the air, bodies pushing one another in the penalty area, until someone fell and they were shouts for a foul. You couldnât make out who it was, who had fallen, but what you did make out was the whistle and the outstretched arm from the referee. Penalty.
Situations in football didnât get much more pressure-loaded than this. A 93rd minute game-winning penalty in El Clasico. Your heart hammered against your chest, so you could only imagine how the players were feeling on the pitch. Youâd been too caught up in a conversation with Eli to see Alexia had stepped up. She was stood near the ball, hands on her hips as she tried to calm her erratic breathing from having ran around the past 45 minutes.
The whistle sounded and Alexia took another couple deep breaths before beginning her run-up. A couple steps back. One to the side. Another deep breath. Short little steps to begin her run-up. A little pause. And then; the back of the net.
The stadium erupted, you cheered and jumped up and down to celebrate what would surely be the winning goal of the game. Alexia took off towards the corner flag to celebrate with the fans, her teammates soon barrelling in and tackling her down to the ground. You hugged Eli and Alba, the remnants of what had been a nerve-wracking game slowly washing away.
Alexia stood back up after a couple moments and her eyes scanned the friends and family box, looking for you. Your gazes locked and a toothy grin formed on her face, pointing her finger at the badge on her chest and then at you. She blew a kiss your way before turning back around and jogging over to her side of the pitch, leaving you with a warm feeling in your chest. No matter how many goals Alexia would dedicate to you, youâd never get tired of the fact it was your eyes she looked for after she made the ball hit the back of the net. It was you she blew a kiss, you she broke her stern captain bravado for.
It was much later when Alexia finally emerged from the changing room and into the friends and family area, surrounded by teammates and their speaker still playing loud music â clearly all very happy with the derby win. She was dressed in a pair of black trousers and a dark green shirt, clearly planning on celebrating the win. You could hear plans were made for a night out from where you were standing a little away from the group of players, as Alexia silently snuck away and walked over to you.
Your face lit up with a smile as the Barçelona captain come up to you with damp, disheveled hair, eyes tired with the exhaustion from running around for 90 minutes. âHola, winner,â you teased, the brunette engulfing you in a tight hug. âNice goal, hmm,â you said, lifting your shoulder a little so she would pull back. âPara ti,â Alexia whispered, her forehead resting against yours. âSiempre para ti.â Alexia accentuated her words with a soft kiss against your lips, pouring all her love for you in the short couple seconds of intimacy.
You closed your eyes and enjoyed the soft moment, clutching onto the back of her shirt tightly before sheâd inevitably be pulled away by her teammates to get their night out going. Alexiaâs arms circled around your waist in that ever familiar way, and even though you were here in a friends and family box in a stadium an hour and a half away from where you lived, Alexiaâs embrace felt like home.
#woso#woso community#woso imagine#woso x reader#alexia putellas#alexia putellas x reader#barca femenĂ#barca femeni#barcelona femeni
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kk arnold fluff when reader and kk go on there first date then go live afterwards
KISS HER YOU FOOL / kk arnold
Kamorea Arnold x fem!reader
Synopsis: in ask!!
WC: 707
NOT PROOFREAD !!!
KK had been nervous all day, she'd finally been able to take you out on a date.
She glanced in the mirror for the hundredth time before nodding to herself, "Ridiculous, it's jus Y/n? Why am I so nervous?"
It wasn't just Y/n. It was Y/n, the woman she's been begging to go out with for two weeks now. The woman who she stares at during class or at games, not being able to help herself.
KK took a deep breath and looked over at her phone when it pinged, a text from you:
hey! I'm here but you take your time!
She smiled to herself as she grabbed her keys and headed out the door.
The two of you decided at a small dinerâcozy with red booths, black and white tiled floor, and a jukebox in the corner of the place.
KK held the door open as you walked in, a smile being brought onto your face at the decorations they had. "Hm, this is cute, Kamorea." You smiled brightly, glancing a look over to her as she stared at you.
"I tried! I've been here before with the team, thought you would like them. They have really good milkshakes." KK replied, grinning as her cheeks went warm. The two of you ended up ordering burgers and a milkshake--a classic.
"This is way better than I expected." You said as you sip on the milkshake.
"I told you they were good!'
As you ate, your conversation flowed effortlessly. Talking about how KK was working on three-point shots and how you had zero coordination when it came to sports, along with KK laughing and saying how "you can't be that bad!"
The check ended up coming soon after, you going to reach for it but KK was faster.
"Oh come on, I was gonna pay!" You had frowned while she smiled.
"Yeah well I invited you on the date so... You can pay next time." KK replied, holding the check in her hand while reaching for her card.
"Hm, next time then?" You joked, grinning over at her.
Y'all arrived back at KK's place, going in to sit on the couch as music played in the background. "You know," You started to say, looking over to KK with a smirk, people are gonna go crazy when they find out we went out on a date."
"Oh I know they would, can imagine all the edits they would make."
"Wonder what songs they would use," You replied, a grin appearing on your face as you reached over for your phone and going to tiktok.
"Oh god, I didn't think you were serious!" Before KK could grab the phone you had already clicked the Go Live button.
"Hi guys!!' You said cheerfully and waving towards the camera, multiples comments flowing in already. KK let out a groan, covering her face with her hands and complaining that "you're the worst."
"Say hi to the fans, KK!" You nudged her with your elbow and turned the camera to her. She dropped her hands and waved towards the camera, "Hi guys!' And the comments went wild.
username1: KK ARNOLD AND Y/N L/N??
username2: OMG
username3: she looks so done with you y/n
"See, they love us!" You smiled towards KK, both of you visible in the camera now.
"Well, Y/n," Kk began, turning back to the camera and picking it up. "As much as we would love to talk to yall, I'm not speaking the rest of our night on live, after the perfect date we just had." The comments immediately turning chaotic.
username4: FIRST DATE???
username5: oh DROP the details
username6: my favorite couple already
After a few more minutes of being live KK cut the live off, turning towards you with a smile. "So did you have fun on our first date?"
You smiled back, your cheeks warming up, "I had an amazing first date with you."
"Good, 'cause they'll be more." She whispered as she leaned in closer to you, pressing her lips against yours. Your hand making it's way to KK"s cheek as her hand rested on the back of your neck, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss.
A/n: ummm so it totally did NOT take me since august to write this shut up!!
please reblog and comment !!
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What started out as friendship, has grown stronger I only wish I had the strength to let it show I tell myself that I can't hold out forever I said there is no reason for my fear
#strange communication#ts4#Nothing Good#lucas munch#max villareal#WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH FINALLY#crying screaming etc etc#not the worst song to have your first kiss to#my first kiss was to hey soul sister đ
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Me, reading this fic:
I ran out of tags! 𼲠Itâs been so fun to read your work! 𼰠Especially of the certified Best Boyâ˘ď¸
I canât wait to read more đ
Dance with me? (Roronoa Zoro x f!reader)
Summary: you try to convince Zoro to dance to a slow song with you.
A/n: okay so i love dancing. And i love Zoro. So i thought: why not have Zoro dancing?! And then this idea came out 𤣠it's kinda short, just cause i wanted to write down this scenario ajskajakja i hope you like it though 𩷠this was slightly inspired by Selena Gomez's Body Heat. This song isn't as slow as the song i imagine them dancing to in the fic but the lyrics fit sooo well đ¤ also let's pretend there's a band playing at the Baratie lmaooo
Warnings: drinking, swearing, maybe ooc Zoro (i just had to get this man dancing yk ajskajksja)
"We're connected by the sun
And all of the stars above
You melt me and my body feels no shame
And I don't care tonight
If it burns too bright
'Cause, baby, that's why I came"
You were at the Baratie celebrating after very a successful mission!
Luffy and Usopp were inside eating as much as they could (like always lol) and you were outside watching the band play and the people dance.
Sitting with you and sharing drinks, there were your best friend Nami and your crush Roronoa Zoro.
Yep, you were crushing on the moss haired swordsman ever since you joined the straw hats.
You thought about confessing to him several times, but you were really afraid of being rejected and making things awkward at the Going Merry. No, you couldn't risk that, not when you loved your crew that much.
What you didn't know is that the pretty swordsman felt exactly the same, even though he tried to fight that feeling everytime you flashed your beautiful smile at him.
yeah two idiots secretly in love with each other oh well ajskajskaj
The three of you were just relaxing and drinking when the band started playing one of your favorite songs. It was a slow and romantic song that touched deep into your heart.
- oh my gosh, i love this song - you closed your eyes and started swaying to the beat. It felt wonderful.
You weren't sure if it was the alcohol making you brave or if you just couldn't stand hiding your feelings anymore, but you turned to face Zoro and you were so certain of what you were saying even he was a bit surprised.
- come on, dance with me - you said, very sure of your words.
- what? No. I don't do "dancing", (Y/N). - Zoro replied, crossing his arms and looking away, knowing very well that if he kept looking at your beautiful eyes he was going to give in at some point.
- please, it's just one song... i can lead you - you said almost pleading.
You approached him and put your small hand on his strong arm (yep, the alcohol definitely was making you brave). That's when he couldn't resist anymore and turned to look at you.
- please, Zoro... for me?
The way you said that and tilted your head slightly to the side made Zoro feel something deep inside of him he never had felt before. How could he say no to you?
He rolled his eyes:
- okay, okay... but just one song. Make it quick.
You were so happy you nearly jumped out of your seat.
- yay!! It'll be short, i promise. Let's go! - you said clapping and happily standing up.
He got up too and you grabbed his hand to lead him to the dance area. Yes, you just grabbed the Roronoa Zoro's hand and pulled him with you. Maybe it weren't the drinks, maybe you were just really determined to be with him ajskajskaj
When you got there, you started giving him the directions.
- okay, you have to put your hands here - you grabbed both his hands and placed them on your waist. The touch was so soft and intimate it made your whole skin tingle - and i go here - you placed your arms around his neck.
You could feel he was still a bit suspicious about the whole thing for how tense his muscles felt, but you decided you were going to make that a good time for both of you.
- hey, you're tense - you said softly - just... relax, okay? I know it may seem scary but dancing is supposed to be fun. You don't have to be a pro to enjoy it, just... feel it. It's just you and I having a good time together. No pressure at all.
Little did you know Zoro wasn't feeling nervous because of the dancing. Well, maybe a bit (he had never done that before ajskajskaj), but it wasn't the main reason.
He was nervous for being that close to you. God knows what he could do being so close to the girl he had been crushing on for so long.
You ran your hands through his shoulders and arms, trying to calm him down and feeling his strong muscles slowly relaxing under your touch.
- now you just focus on the beat and move along. When i move right, you move right. When i go back, you go forward. Just... feel it and enjoy - you said kindly and you started moving with the song.
You both moved smoothly through the dance floor and it felt amazing.
- see, it's not that hard. I'm sure you've faced bigger challenges than this one, pirate hunter - you emphasized these two words in a mocking way.
That made him chuckle and look down, feeling a bit shy.
Yes! You made him laugh 𤊠you loved knowing you were the one to create such cute sight.
On the other hand: fuck, you made him laugh đ everytime he smiled it made you weak on your knees and you couldn't even think straight.
That's when you closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest, while you both just moved along to the beat. It was such a blissful moment, dancing to a song you loved and sharing it with a person you loved too.
Being there with him, enjoying the beat, feeling safe in Zoro's arms... you felt like you could live in that moment forever.
When you lifted your head and looked into his eyes again, it was like the rest of the world disappeared. There was just the two of you, holding each other and sharing loving looks.
You were so close and you could feel his eyes staring at your lips. You took that as a sign.
You cupped his cheek and slowly went in for a kiss.
Was that really happening?! You wanted to pinch yourself to check if all of that wasn't actually another delulu dream of yours.
But it was real. You could feel it.
The kiss was soft and sweet, but also full of emotion.
When you parted you were blushing madly so you just hid your face on his chest again and went back to dancing. This time you could feel he laid his head on top of yours too and that made your heart so warm. And that's because you didn't know he was enjoying it so much he had his eyes closed too, or else you would have exploded.
You knew at some point later you and Zoro would have to discuss feelings and stuff, but at that moment all that mattered was enjoying now.
You stayed like that for another few seconds until the song ended and everyone started clapping at the band. You and Zoro parted and smiled at each other. crap there was that pretty smile again
- see, you nailed it! - you said playfully punching him - thank you for coming with me, it was so nice. And i kept my promise, short and quick - you chuckled.
- yeah... now i kinda wish it lasted longer though - he said trying to look away to hide the small blush that was on his cheeks. Now besides smiling!Zoro, you also had him blushing?! It was definitely a dream.
You hooked your arm in his and led him out the dance area.
When you were going back to your seats, you saw Nami staring at you with a smug face. Damn, was she watching the whole thing?! Prepare for teasing in 3, 2...
- what a show, huh? - Nami said smirking and raising her eyebrows.
- shut up, Nami - Zoro said nonchalantly as he sat down and crossed his arms again, with that "100% done" face of his to try to hide the faint blush that was still on his cheeks.
You just chuckled and sat down for another drink, still feeling the bliss of that amazing moment you had just lived.
And you know what, the night was just beginning. Who knows what else could happen đ
"Let's go all night
Just you and me
If you're the flame, I'm kerosene"
#I am obsessed with how you add those little authors asides! thatâs so great! đđ¤Ł#also you KNOW I love a good lyric so I went immediately to the song! đđ#and now Iâm like đ OH đ PLEASE đ#So is it this theyâre dancing too because I first was like /slow dance?/ and now Iâm like /holllld up!/ đ#also can I just - the bar is such a great touch anyway - so you KNOW itâs the perfect setting for this đđđ#I understand the fear though - can you imagine confessing and then having to spend alllll your time on the ship with him after?#just throw me into the sea! đ
ââď¸#(note me rereading it is a slow dance but also now Iâm thinking about them dancing to Body Heat so here we are! đ)#well Iâm glad some Dutch courage helped with the issue of neither of them wanting to confess to each other đ#Zoro out here trying to convince *himself* that this isnât something he wants⌠just dance man!#breaking straight away like the softie he is internally đ I see you Zoro I see you! she cute go get her!!#/please Zoro⌠for me?/ (someone got their tactics from Luffy!)#I love that heâs just kinda tense and nervous and not absolutely protesting this 𼚠just a good boy (but a nervous one!!!)#but her softly trying to help him through what she thought he was nervous about? 𼺠the cutest! so sweet! đĽş#the idea of giving Zoro directions and him getting them correct? funny! but also yeah what an excuse to hold him to make sure he DOES! đ#I read her saying /Pirate Hunter/ the way he does it in episode one đ I LOVE the idea of her playing it back to him like that! đ#girl is about to pass out when he laughs? Same girl same đł#Iâm OBSESSED with her placing her head on his chest and he just⌠accepts it. AGH! the GOODEST boy! please đđ#ASDFGHJKL-! you two did not just kiss and then go right back to dancing like youââ AGHhH!!#oh I am SO SOFT! his head resting on hers? đ I want that for meeeee-!#I just love how chilled this situation is⌠theyâre just letting it be without a big feelings conversation? đ#itâs a moment that doesnât need the words - those *are* for later!#I also love that afterward SHE takes it back to their original conversation about dancing and thanks him for dancing with her đ#AND compliments him! like thereâs no awkward itâs a really great little /we donât have to talk about the heavy stuff we can just keep this..#âŚfun for now!/ and itâs PERFECT đ#then heâs like /actually I wanted to continue/ please - boy stop! my heart can only take so much from you!/#Nami: đś I can see whatâs happening đś#lmao him just telling her to shut up! on brand! 𤣠but also we see you blushing Zoro! we see you!!#actually I think sheâd be the best and WORST wing woman ever - that girl is gonna tease them massively but also ship it a little⌠a lot!#If the night is so young Zoro you can totally go dance again! đ
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How do you think Adam and Lucifer would be as romantic rivals??
threes a crowd if youâre a coward
[i], [ii]
⢠First things first, itâs deadass funniest beef in history
⢠Adam lost to Lucifer twice, which is bad enough on its own, and now theyâve both laid eyes on the same person!? Fuck that, heâs not losing this time
⢠In theory, Lucifer doesnât see Adam as a threat. Itâs not until he sees you chatting with Heavenâs First Man that the sickening, all too familiar feeling of envy begins to rise in him. He hasnât lost before and he doesnât plan on starting now!
⢠You cannot keep up with the amount of gifts they give you. Itâs obvious theyâre both trying to outshine the other, giving flashier and shinier items that you have no use for. Did you realize you stomped on their hearts when you put your foot down?
⢠Secretly, you keep one of the more meaningful gifts from each of them
⢠Adam made you a mixtape that he of course starred in. âLute helped,â He admitted almost bashfully. The final song is different from the rest; softer and more genuine. He named it after you
⢠Lucifer gave you a duckâ âBut this is no ordinary duck, my dear!â He wagged a finger in the air, nervously darting his eyes across your face like he was expecting ridicule. Instead of quaking when squeezed, the duck he gave you shouted positive phrases in Luciferâs voice. Things like âToday will be great!â or âYouâve totally got this!â
⢠You donât tell them that you listen to both at least once a day. It would only give them fuel for this little pissing match
⢠You should have known banning excessive gifts wouldnât stop these two. Theyâre fucking stubborn
⢠If Lucifer asks to cook you breakfast, Adam asks to take you to dinner. If Adam wants you to come to his rock concert, Lucifer wants to give you a private show with his violin. If Lucifer wants to take you for a flight, well, Adam can fly higher!
⢠They drive you crazy. You drove them crazy first
⢠After an emotional night with both Adam and Luciferâ it was supposed to only be the latter but Lucifer crashed Adamâs date yesterday, so he proclaimed to be returning the favorâ you were too tired (and weirdly happy?) to make a proper exit
⢠You planted a kiss on Luciferâs cheek, then Adamâs, then announced that you were retiring to your bed. Closing the door behind you, you realized what youâd done. They were stunned to silence for exactly 60 seconds
âI got a kiss first.â
âI got a kiss last, that means Iâm winning.â
âHave you ever heard the phrase coming in dead last?â
âFirst is the worst, you fuckingââ
âGET OFF MY PORCH!â You shouted from inside, still beet red from embarrassment
⢠Lucifer and Adam wished you a good night and promised to see you tomorrow
⢠Damnit. You smiled hearing that. You couldnât wait
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel imagine#lucifer morningstar x reader#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader#lucifer morningstar headcanon#lucifer morningstar imagine#lucifer x reader#hazbin hotel adam headcanon#hazbin hotel adam imagine#hazbin hotel adam x reader#hazbin hotel adam
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Worst Logan is probably so touch starved
oh absolutely!!!!! thank you wonderful anon for sharing bc youâve inspired this tiny drabble <3 extremely short but completely spurred on by my need to hug worst logan ty!
no warnings! just one use of slut by wade (ofc)
word count - around 1k
also, the song hear you me by jimmy eat world kept coming to me during this so! vibes maybe?
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Logan Howlett hates physical touch.
He hates the way people often go about trying to touch him, whether it be a brief tangle of fingers or a simple hug, he hates it.
Heâs not entirely sure where itâs stemmed from, especially considering that as a younger man, he didnât mind it. Maybe itâs because of the fact that people he cared for were always too far out of reach, leaving him a swirling mess filled with the aches that follow with unrequited feelings. Or, maybe its the fact that once heâd begun to open up to the people he considered family, heâd failed to protect them, only left to ruin their legacy with his destructive, lethal grief.
The reason doesnât matter, not really, because heâs okay with being alone, nursing copious amounts of whisky shots to numb his loud thoughts.
His plan of rotting away in a bar alone goes to shit the minute Wade shows up and drags him into the shit show heâd landed himself in.
And somehow, after everything settles down, he finds himself stuck in a new universe, living with far too many bodies in Wade's apartment. He wonders why he stayed to begin with, especially with the way Wade pisses him off like no other, but he knows. In the back of his mind, he knows that the group of people heâs come to know have weaseled their way inside his guarded heart. Knowing doesnât make it any easier to accept, though.
The red masked man often tells him he needs to get laid, get up and find someone to fix his grumpy, brooding act he has going on if heâs not going to let Wade do it himself (his words, not Loganâs).
And whenever he presses too much, Loganâs claws will unsheathe with that unmistakable snikt! before they dig into whatever limb of Wadeâs is closest.
People had caught on very early that Logan dislikes physical contact, so itâs an unspoken rule by everyone to not push the man. Well, everyone except Wadeâ the man has been impaled by adamantium far too many times and never learns. That, or he just likes the pain a little too much.
So, it comes to a surprise to everyone when Logan doesnât yell at you, sink his claws into a nearby surface in warning, or growl when you wrap the man in a hug the first time you meet him.
Itâs at some party thrown by Wadeâ purely an excuse for the man to see Vanessa under the guise of a celebration for his newest hair systemâ or whatever the fuck heâd rambled on about, Logan wasnât listening.
Heâd been on his way out, the ghost taste of whisky tingling his tongue as he plans to waste away at the closest bar, when he catches a glimpse of something akin to an angel.
That something is you.
Youâ in all your pretty glory, a beacon of light that glows through the entirety of the dull apartment with just a single smile. Hair frames your face with wisps that kiss rosy-painted cheeks as you laugh at something someone says. A floral dress sits atop of curves that will absolutely haunt his nights. The scent of you tickles his heightened sensesâ a swirl of vanilla and honey so sweet that he suppresses a groan.
Logan believes then and there youâre a princess, an angel, something ethereal and enchanting. He wonders then why youâre friends with Wade.
Heâs already speechless at the sight of you, wrapped up in thoughts, that he doesnât realize youâre suddenly in front of him until an obnoxious voice startles him from the depths of his mind.
âPeanut! How could you leave without saying hi to sweetness here? Horribly rude if you ask me.â
Under any normal circumstance, Logan wouldâve growled at the man before him, followed by a string of curses. However, heâs too occupied with his body thrumming at the sudden proximity and closeness to you.
âHi!â
Of course, it makes sense that your voice matches your looks; sweet and syrupy with an addictive lilt.
Before he can utter a poorly spoken sentence, his body goes rigid, every muscle within him immediately tense as an unfamiliar weight is on him.
âOh, peaches, you donât want to do that, Wolvie isnât much of a huggerââ Wadeâs warning comes too late, given the fact that youâre already wrapped around the man frozen in place.
And in an instant, the entire room is silent, because everyone here has witnessed Loganâs distaste when being touched, usually at the hands of Wade.
Loganâs body tingles with how still he isâ waiting for that awful feeling to consume every bit of him at the touch of another.
Except, the feeling never comes.
Oblivious, your arms squeeze Loganâs waist as you hug him tightly, head resting against his chest, where his heart hammers maddeningly.
Why is he resisting the urge to bury his nose in your hair?
âI just want to say thank you. I donât know how you did it, Wade wonât tell me. But I know you saved this universe and I couldnât be more grateful!â
And, what?
He's confused. Youâre speaking to him like youâve known him your whole life, and heâs not used to this. Heâs familiar with people regarding him with disgust or poorly conceived opinions, not this.
âI love my life, truly! My sweet little dog, my friends, my bakery, I couldnât imagine it being taken away quicker than a breath, so thank you, Logan. Thank you so much!â
Genuine gratefulness coats your rambled words; itâs s then Logan realizes that youâve pulled back, though your hands still rest causally on his hips, a kind smile gracing your face.
It also dawns on him that the dreaded feeling that often follows people touching him never came Instead, a pleasant tingle kisses the skin that your hands and body touched. Logan has never been more perplexed in his life.
The feel of you is taken away promptly, Wade yanking your body away from his and pulling you to his chest.
âSorry sweetness, but Logan isnât known for his love for hugs. He doesnât like people touching him, it doesnât end well. And, considering youâre you, I prefer you alive and healthy, not being turned into a human kabob.â
And at that, you feel horror fill you up, your heart sinking, face flushing.
Because oh my gosh, you never would have done that if you had known! but why did you anyway?! you always acted without thought and clearly it had caught up with you!
âIâm so, so unbelievably sorry! Iâ I didnât mean to cross boundaries or make you uncomfortable! Iâm soââ before you can ramble yourself into further embarrassment, a deep voice cuts you off.
âSâokay.â
The words are simple, quick. Yet, the delivery of them shakes every person in the room to their core. The implication isnât to be missedâ Logan has never reacted that way to being touched before.
Itâs quietâ the room watching with curiosity pooling their eyes and youâre filled to the brim with mortification. And then, the silence is gone when Wade gasps dramatically.
âPeanut, Iâm hurt! I thought we had something special, Iâve been playing the long game. And now thatâs ruined because some slut stole you away? With a hug? No offense, angel face, but Iâm feeling catty.â
His nonsense snaps you out of your head and you roll your eyes, muttering a âshut up!â before focusing on Loganâs face, the man currently glaring at Wadeâs face.
âLogan, Iâm so sorry. I really amââ
âDonât worry about it.â He says, but what he really wants to say is please donât be, your hug felt like home and didnât make me feel sick for the first time in a long, long time.
You smile, weariness still present. The way your pretty lips stretch into a tiny grin, at him no less, he knows heâs got to get out of there, or heâll spiral.
Youâre about to speak again, but he canât stop himself from following his instincts. He doesnât say anything else before practically running out the door, his breath only releasing once he's out of your presence.
And while the man is gulping down numbing alcohol, mind a whirlwind of confusion at himself and youyouyou, the apartment is loud due to Wade having a breakdown.
ââSeriously! I get a claw to the stomach anytime I get to close but you waltz in and suddenly Logan is all for touch? I feel cheated on.â
âWade, youâre completely overreacting. Maybe you shouldâve warned me! I made a complete idiot of myself!â You huff, pacing the tiny living room to expel the anxiety coiling in your abdomen.
âNo, baby. The only idiot is me for thinking heâd want me back!â Wade whines, dramatic as usual, and throws himself onto the couch, a move that lands himself in Vanessaâs lap. The woman pats his head in fake sympathy.
âWade! Shut up, oh my god! Heâs never gonna talk to me again!â
And unknowingly, both Logan and you are worrying yourselves sick about that damn hug and the spark that spread from your heart to his.
And maybe, just maybe, Logan doesnât hate touch after all.
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do you believe me now? | 6
in which spencer reid and inexperienced!fem reader are finally honest with each other. complete with tears and more than a few make-up kisses.
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this series is 18+ warnings/tags: angst but mostly fluff, i think this qualifies as hurt/comfort, HHEHHEHHEH, lots of kissing, so cheesy, you jokingly imply he's a slut, i need him expeditiously a/n: thank you guys for being patient with me!! ilysm!! i edited this until i hated it but i hope it's satisfactory for YOU guys..... as always please please let me know what you think!! and i already started the next part hehehe
The car ride is the worst of your life.Â
Neither of you speak.Â
And you find yourself wishing, pleading to god that one of you will say something to fix thisâbut each minute ticks by and the streets get familiar and a quiet song ends and you realize you were silly to ever think a twenty minute car ride would change anything.Â
Spencer was the luckiest youâd ever been and your relationship is floating away like a balloon you forgot to hold on toânothing more than a red dot lost to the vast blue.Â
Maybe for him itâs easier. Youâre pretty sure it is, as you risk one or two glances at his unreadable profile that turn into lingering, obsessive looks because youâre panicking and realizing youâll maybe never see him this close again. Itâs funny and terrible how quickly youâre remembering what it was like to see him at the coffee shop for the first timeâhow he was nothing but a beautiful stranger, completely unknown to you and worlds away. Now youâve had him, sort of, and youâre turning into the girl who could never have him all over again.Â
When he turns onto your street reality begins to sink in. Your heart is a short fuse inside your chest as he pulls into a spot and parks the car. The rumble of the engine cuts. The headlights stay on.Â
For a moment, everything is quiet. You wish you could insert your own reality into the silenceâone where youâre simply enjoying each otherâs company and thereâs no sense of impending doom to take your breath away.Â
âDo you want to talk?â Spencer asks, looking pointedly ahead where the lights shine off the back of some other personâs car. A wayward moth dips and swirls into the high beams. You watch Spencer track it with his eyes.Â
âIâm not sure what to say,â you admit quietly. The weight of everything youâd like to say sits in your stomach like lead, too heavy to divulge. Itâs only been a few weeks of having to carry the truth around with you and your muscles are already fatiguing. The idea of carrying it around indefinitely makes your eyes sting. Youâre already exhausted.Â
Maybe a stronger person would find that last bit of energy to make a final push, to save the relationship just before it falls apart.Â
But you never claimed to be strong.
Deep down, you mustâve known you werenât ready for a real relationship. You canât handle all of this pretending to be okay with things that hurt. Even if that's the grown-up thing to do.
âI tried. I really did, Iâm sorryâIâmââ
Before you can get the words out your throat tightens around them and you bury your face in your hands.Â
The sound of his seatbelt unlocking and whirring back surprises youâbut youâre even more surprised when he undoes yours. Still, you move your arm so it can snap back into place and then heâs pulling you into him.Â
âItâs okay,â he murmurs, one hand on the back of your head as you lean over the small gap between the seats, unable to stop yourself from shedding more tears. âItâs not your fault. Iâm sorry.â
Heâs sorry.Â
For not loving you?
If itâs not your fault he doesnât love you backâthen whose fault is it? Whoâll take the fall?
But still, heâs holding you so carefully, like youâre made of porcelain. Something to be protected. Or at the very least, something to be mourned even after itâs in pieces.Â
As you lean against him, lulled by the slow in and out of his breath, the inverse of yours, and the way he slips his thumb over the back of your hair in silence for a few minutesâyou wonder whatâs missing. Why heâs not satisfied.Â
âI donât understand you.â
The words come out flat, muffled by his coat, garbled with leftover tears.Â
âWhat was that?â Spencer asks gently, still playing with your hair. You sniffle, adjusting your head so your cheek is to his shoulder and your lips are no longer smushed.Â
âI just⌠I want you to explain it to me.â
âExplain what?â
You sit up just enough to meet his eyes. The movement seems to take him by surprise, but he keeps his hands on youâone slipping to your cheek and the other still loyal to your back. He brushes his fingers over the delicate skin beneath your eye and you cover them with your own in an effort to get him to stop treating you so kindly. But even now, when youâre mad at him for being so gentle in the way that he hurts you, you canât help but seek the familiar callus on the side of his trigger finger. Itâs an odd thing to anticipate missing, but youâll miss all of him. You canât imagine holding a hand without that familiar anomalyâa cairn to show you where heâs been and who youâre holding.Â
He curls his warm hand around yours and you hold your joined fist out for him in emphasis, speaking louder than either of you were prepared for.Â
âThis! You! I understand that we donât feel the same way about each other and maybe I canât change that. But then you do this and I donât understand why. I donât understand why this isnât enough for you, because itâs enough for me, and I justâI donât know what else I can give you. I donât know what else there is. I donât understand why Iâm not... enough.â The tears are back and flowing freely, but you forge breathlessly ahead, because youâve finally found a way to be honest and youâre not going to stop now. Spencer is frowning, lips parted and clearly confused or shocked or something, but you continue your confessional before he has the chance to interrupt. âI want to be enough, but you didnât even give me the chance, and I donât think itâs fair that weâre breaking up when you didnât let me try. Maybe if you just told me, if you explained whatâs missing I could fix it and you could love me back, andâplease. I just want to try. Please, Spencer.â
A car engine revs somewhere far away, echoing down the street. It reverberates for several seconds, unimpeded by any other noise. Any word, any breath.Â
His voice is thin when he responds a moment later, still studying your face with a kind of scrutiny that is so indecipherable you donât know how you expect him to respond.Â
âLove you back?â
You blink.Â
Your stomach drops.Â
For all that youâd revealed, for all that youâd willingly humiliated yourself with your pathetic supplicationâyouâd meant to keep that four letter word to yourself.Â
What a way to make an exit from your relationship.Â
Spencer is still looking at you, keeping you pinned to your seat, and as much as you wish it wasnât the case heâs not going to let you off the hook this time. Heâs going to demand an answer, and you have a 0% chance of bursting into mist before you have to provide an explanation, so you have no choice but to say something.Â
What, exactly, youâre going to sayâyou donât know.Â
âI didnâtâŚâ
âYou didnât mean it.â
The response comes so quickly, sharp as a slap, that you jump back slightly, a deep frown twisting your brow. Spencer makes no effort to keep his hand in yours as you slip from his grasp.Â
âThatâs not what I wasââ
âJust say what you mean.â Silence. âTell me.â
Itâs like heâs got an ice pick to your chest. Itâs like he wants you to humiliate yourself even further, to punish you for your messy indiscretions.Â
âSpencerâŚâ
Itâs a warning. Youâre giving him a chance to stop this before he hurts you sadistically. Before he becomes unrecognizable.Â
He swallows.Â
âPlease.â And then, a second later, when youâre still trying to process the quiet pain in his voice and suddenly faced with the unexpected question of who is hurting who, âplease, just⌠tell me if you meant it.â
For the first time tonight, you notice how exhausted he looks. Slightly gaunt, even paler than usual. Shadows pool deeper in the hollows of his face. His eyes look glossy, dark crescents below awaiting to catch tears you realize youâve never seen fall. The tonal shift has you so disoriented, so out of your body like youâre seeing yourself in his own injuriesâthe truth becomes the only humane answer. Even if it hurts you.
âYes. I meant it. You know I mean it.â
âI donât know that,â he says on a shaky exhale. âHow would I know that?â
And heâs got the ice pick back at your sternum. Itâs tipped in poison. The mallet trembles in the air. So does your voice.Â
âYou told me you didnât feel the same. You said it was new for me and different and I was going to make things complicated and you treated me like I was a stupid kid, andâand it doesnât even matter. This was dumb. Iâm sorry I said anything, I donât⌠I donât know what Iâm doing. I just.. I canât do this.â
Youâre about to open the door, every muscle tense as you wonder what the hell is wrong with you. What reduced you to the weepy, pathetic girl, begging a boy to love her despite knowing it doesnât work like thatâthe same girl youâve looked down your nose at in every film and TV show and in every high school and college hallway since you learned what self-superiority meant. Before you knew exactly what it felt like to be her.Â
âWait.â
He says your name. Â
And of course you pause.Â
You want a reason to stay. If you had more self-respect, you wouldnât. But you know youâll give him as many chances to give you an excuse as heâs willing to take. You knew that before your fingers met the metal of the door handle.Â
âJustâhold on a second. Can you look at me?âÂ
You sniffle and wipe your eyes with the heel of your palm before turning around to face him once more. You wonder if anyone will ever have the kind of power he has over you ever again.Â
The despair leaves only wisps of itself on his faceâmostly he looks like heâs thinking hard about something. Itâs jarring.Â
âYouâre talking about our phone call on Sunday, right?â
You nod petulantly with a quick teary eye-roll because obviously thatâs what youâre talking about.Â
Something lights in his own dark eyes as he inhales, parts his lips as if to speak, and stops himself again. Like heâs got news that heâs not sure how to break.Â
âThe things I said, on that call⌠I wasnât talking⌠about you.â
Your insides feel like tangled yarn as you stare at him uncomprehendingly.Â
âI mean, I was. I was talking about us. But not in the way you think, it wasââ he stops, rubbing his eyes and taking a frazzled breath. âI know what itâs like to be the one who cares more. I have to assume that Iâm the one who cares more because when I donât, I ruin things. And with you, I felt likeâthe stakes were so high, and I thought itâd be safer for me to not say anything until I knew you felt the same. But I know thatâs not fair to you so I tried to tell you over the phone that if you didnât feel the same way it was okay. And now IâmâIâm realizing the way I phrased it was incredibly unclear and misleading, and somehow I fucked it up in a completely new way. But I wasnât referring to you. I just didnât want you to feel stuck with someone who canât give you casual when you have so much ahead of you. I had no idea you felt that way about me. And I am so, so sorry that I hurt you. I never meant for that to happen.â
You blink.Â
And for some reason, begin sobbing.Â
Spencer freezes for a moment, then tells you to stay there and you barely have the capacity to wonder what he means as you hear his own door opening then slamming shut again. A moment later heâs on the passenger side, opening your door and leaning in.Â
âHey,â he whispers, gently pulling your hands from your face and making you turn your head to look at him. âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry. But thatâs good news, right? Why all the tears, lovely? Whatâs wrong? Please talk to me.â
You take a shuddering breath.Â
âThis is all my fault, I ruined everything because I was too scared to tell you before and nowâand nowââ
Stroking your cheeks to wipe away the tears is a futile effort because they just keep coming, but Spencer does it anyway, and he speaks so kindly, so evenly it somehow hurts deeper.Â
You were terrible to him. And he had been prepared to accept that. He thought you didnât love him, and he was still willing to be the subject of all your cryptic frostiness and inexplicable cruelty.Â
âIt is not your fault. You didnât ruin anything. Iâm still right here. Weâre okay.â
âBut weâre breaking up, andâand I was so mean to you. Thatâs not okay, Spencer.â
You finally look at him. Heâs close, eyes warm and wide as he looks directly into your own teary gaze, shaking his head earnestly.Â
âYou were confused, honey. So was I. It was just a misunderstanding. But⌠I know I was unkind to you. I cannot express how sorry I am for that, and the last thing I want is for us to break up, but if you think thatâs whatâs best, Iâll⌠Iâll understand.â
His voice is dangerously thin by the end, strained with impending tears of his own. But heâs eternally kindâbacklit by the streetlamps and beautiful like an angel.  Whatever you want, heâll give you. Even if itâs this.Â
âI donât want that. I donât.â You sigh, closing your eyes briefly against the world as you realize the impending breakup had been a delusion all along. That you were going to let your insecurities and some sick pride end the relationship for you. All that despair had been for nothing. Orâmaybe not nothing. You realize he still hasnât said it back. But you wonât be a coward. Itâs not worth losing him. You open your eyes.  âI justâI want us to be on the same page. And if you donât love me yet or if you donât wanna say it, or if you canât, I get itâitâs okay, but if you donât could you maybe just tell me? So that Iâll knowââ
Before you can process it Spencer is leaning in, head angled to accommodate you, pressing his lips to yours so softly your breath catches and your stomach flips. Maybe softer than he ever has before, and itâs like taking a deep breath after holding it through a dark tunnel. You exhale a tentatively soft sigh against him, releasing air you don't have along with the fraught tension in most of your body. All too quickly heâs pulling away, hands still cupping your cheeks and thumbs stroking over your skin. When he speaks itâs not quite a whisper, but secret-soft.Â
âHow could I not be so in love with you?âÂ
Suddenly you can feel the world turning underneath you. Or maybe youâre just dizzy from lack of oxygen. Either way it feels good. A drop of warmth makes a splash in your stomach and slowly spreads through every vein and capillary until youâre sure youâre glowing gold.Â
âReally?â
âOf course really. Iâmââ he takes a breath of his own, and you realize how difficult this must be after what happened the last time he professed his love for a girl. Your chest aches for him. His voice is low and solicitous, but it wavers slightly. âI should have told you sooner. I wanted to, but I was worriedâI was worried the way I felt for you wasâŚÂ too much. I am so in love with you it scares me. I still donât know what to say or how to act around you. When Iâm gone, sometimes I imagine quitting my job, just so I can come home and see you sooner. When I have a gun in my hands, I start thinking about all the things I would do to keep you safe, orâor just because you asked me to. And if what you wanted was for me to leave you alone, I would have done that. If you wanted me to drop everything and everyone to be with you I would have done that. And I know youâd never ask those things of me. But any of them, Iâd do in a heartbeat. Which is⌠itâs a little scary, huh?â
The final sentence is a nervous self-effacing chuckle, which you can match in sound onlyâone breathy attempt at a laugh from your slackened jaw.Â
When thatâs the only response you can manage, he clears his throat.Â
âToo honest?â
You shake your head as if in a fog.Â
âNo. Not too honest. But Iâm just⌠Iâm trying not to cry again.â
He smooths over your hair fondly. His own eyes are shiny and full of wonder as he studies you for a short while, like you're doing something much more awe-inspiring than sniffling in the passenger seat of his car. Then one hand is dropped to your shoulder and the other braced against your seat back. Finally, he pulls back to a more reasonable distance with a shaky sigh. Itâs a sound of relief. You want to hug him, and all the past hims who have ever been hurt by anyone.Â
âYou, umâyou need to rehydrate. Do you have anything that will rebalance your electrolytes? If you donât I can go to the storeââ
âYou donât need to do that,â you assure him with a small, watery laugh, loosely grabbing the wrist that brushes your shoulder.Â
âBut you need to take care of yourself. And I know you havenât been drinking enough water because you never do.â
Thereâs a lingering overwrought shakiness to his voice, but itâs still the most relaxed heâs sounded since he came home, and you realize that the worst is behind you. The storm that youâd been so sure you couldnât weather is somehow clearing up.Â
âI canât believe we almost just broke up.â
He hangs his head, dropping it to the curve of your neck and groaning.Â
âDonât say that. Letâs not think about that right now. Justââ when he raises his head again, and shakes it slightly to get his hair out of his eyes, theyâve cleared, like heâs on a mission to change the subject. âLetâs go upstairs. Will you let me take care of you?â
You give him an exaggerated nod, still sniffing, and the smile that grows on his face is like seeing the sun rise above the ocean. You love his smile. You love him.Â
Spencer kisses you on the cheek.Â
âOkay. Let me lock the car and then we can go up.â
As soon as you get into your apartment and turn on the light Spencer goes to the kitchen. Itâs a small unit, but antique and nice enough, though you prefer Spencerâs. Thereâs still some tension as you observe him filling a glass with water, kicking your boots off by the doorâbut not necessarily the bad kind. Youâre not sure exactly what it is.Â
âWhere are you going?â He asks as you pass the kitchen area to turn on a standing lamp in the opposite corner of the room.Â
âI donât like the big light.â A warm glow emanates through stained glass as you flick it on.Â
âI know that. I just didnât realize it was a higher priority than your wellbeing.â His tone is sardonic but heâs already switching off the overhead lighting for you. You give him a wry smirk as you finally approach and take the proffered glass from his waiting hand.Â
âAmbience over everything, baby.â
His brows pinch at the cavalier sentimentâyou never call him baby, so you're sure he knows itâs a jokeâand he shakes his head with a humorous little huff of air through his nose, watching as you drink deeply. Your hand is shaking. Spencer notices and covers it with both of his, taking the half empty glass with one and grabbing your hand with the other.Â
âAdrenaline,â he murmurs, kissing your knuckles. âItâll go away soon. Did you get enough?â
You nod, smiling small but genuinely. Emotionally exhausted or not, youâre happy.Â
Spencer strays, not far, to set the glass on the counter. Then he turns to face you, bracing his palms on the ledge and just watching you for a moment with the kind of smile that makes you nervous in the best way.
He beckons you to him with nothing more than a quick tilt of his head, and you shuffle across the floor in your socks til youâre toe to toe. Without your shoes on, he feels much taller. Still he just watches you for a momentânot that you mind. Your view isnât half-bad. The faint warm glow from the lamp casts shadows over his face, highlighting all the perfect angles, deep brown eyes framed by dark lashes, and lips that still make you feel like a girl with a crush when you look at him. His hair is getting long. Youâre unreasonably glad you still get to look at him like this.Â
âHi,â you whisperâsomething about the intimate dark of the room feels like a place for secrets.Â
âHi, pretty.â Spencer tucks hair behind your ear, eyes soft wherever they focus on your face like if he even looks at you too sharply you might break. âHave I told you how much I missed you while I was gone?â
He knows he hasnât.
âEven when I was being a heinous bitch?â
Spencer laughs and it makes you smile too. The way his smile changes the landscape of his whole face will never feel any less like observing a natural phenomenon. Itâs unfair how beautiful he is, and how youâre keeping him all to yourself in the dark on the fourth floor of an apartment building in DC.Â
âEven then. Not sure thatâs the wording I would have used.â
âI missed you too,â you admit softly.Â
He maps your face with wandering eyes like heâs done a hundred times. Vaguely you wonder if he sees the same kind of beauty in you that you see in him. If he sees landmarks in your flaws and stars beyond the observable universe in your eyes.Â
Spencer sweeps your hair over your shoulder, fingertips grazing your neck.Â
âCan I kiss you?â He murmurs.Â
Butterflies fill your stomach and you nod shyly, unsure of what would come out if you tried to speak.
His free hand settles on your lower back and brings you into him until youâre chest to chest. With his other on your jaw, he bows his head, and you angle yours up, allowing your eyes to flutter shut.Â
Spencer kisses you so gently it aches in your chest, still cupping your face and stroking your cheek. You canât help wrapping your arms around his middleâbefore heâs pulling away far too soon.Â
And heâs laughing.Â
âWhat were you drinking?â
You frown, flustered and trying to remember a time before his lips were on yours.
âWater.â
âBefore that, baby. At the bar.â
You think back even further, head muddled even more by the endearment so that it takes you a moment to recall.Â
âA Shirley Temple. Derek brought it to me. Why? Is that bad?â
âNo,â he says, still smiling as his lips brush yours. âYouâre perfect. You taste like candy. Itâs cute.â
Oh. You feel warm as he presses another kiss to your lipsâand this time you insist on him staying awhile. Heâs happy to oblige.Â
Spencer kisses you soft and careful at first, and then deeper, but still so slow, until you canât help the way youâre bunching the fabric of his shirt between your fingers and rising on your toes to try and get impossibly closer. He kisses you the way youâve been needing him to since he left, long and unhurried and sweetâand takes everything you give him, siphoning away all your leftover turmoil and angst until youâre weightless. Youâre deprived of oxygen, youâre dizzy, and you donât care at all.Â
âI love you,â you breathe against him before he captures your lips again with a hum that flips your stomach, his hand rubbing over your hip.Â
âSay it again,â he mutters against your mouth a second later, brushing hair away from your face.Â
It comes out a little mumbled this time between kisses, but it comes out all the same.Â
âLove you.â
He sighs into youârelief that mirrors your own.Â
âI love you.â
It seems like the kind of thing that will never stop sounding perfect from his lips.Â
A final deep kiss shortens into a series of smaller ones, and then heâs pulling away slowly, brushing the corner of your mouth affectionately.Â
Both of you require a few deep breathsâa moment to let your sparkling eyes wildly chart each familiar curve and convex and shade and shadow of the otherâs faceâbefore either of you can speak. Spencer breaks the silence first.Â
âIâm sorry.â
You frown, stirred from your brainless bliss by his unexpected apology.Â
âFor what?â
The fiery glow in his eyes dampens slightly.Â
âFor what I said at the bar.â
Oh.
That.
It feels like a lifetime awayâmemories seen through someone elseâs eyes. Words like blows from a less familiar mouth.Â
You look away. For a while, youâd forgotten about that. Ideally he wouldnât have reminded you.Â
At least he doesnât make you look at him. He just strokes your hair, watching you examine the tiled counter. His voice is soft and soothing, like heâs appealing to a scared rabbit. Or maybe something angrier and with more teeth.Â
âYouâre not immature, or badly behaved, or thoughtless. I was having an emotional reaction, I got defensive, and I lashed out. It was unfair and unkind of me to throw those things back in your face when I know how much trust it takes for you to be vulnerable with me. Thereâs nothing I can say or do that will adequately make up for that, but I want you to understand that I didnât say any of it because it was the truth. I said it because I didnât understand how you were feeling and I was hurt. I was insecure and I acted juvenile. I am so, so sorry, honey. You donât have to forgive me, but you do need to know that none of it is true.â
Once you bite your lip long enough to be sure you wonât cry again, you speak.Â
âItâs okay,â you insist with a cheerfulness as natural as hard plastic, something in your chest twinging. âI was mean too. Like you said, we were both confused.â
âIt is not. I made you cry.â
Sometimes you forget that heâs not like other people. Heâll never accept anything less than the barest truth. So you look back up at him and speak with a level of honesty that you hope satisfies him.Â
âI forgive you. You didnât mean it. And I have insurance because Derek said he and Emily would kick your ass if youâre mean to me again.â
You hear the sad humor in his voice. His hand runs up and down your back.Â
âIf Iâm ever mean to you again, I personally invite you to kick my ass. And then let Derek and Emily have their turn.â He thumbs at your cheek, studying you in silence for a moment. âI canât tell you how much I wish I could take it back.â
You stand up a little straighter. Spencer tracks you with his eyes, noting the way you smile slightly.Â
âYouâll find a way to make it up to me.â
âIâll do anything for you,â he admits, barely a whisper and the truth of it so heavy you can feel it too.Â
But for tonight you canât contend with more weight.Â
âYou know what you could do right now?â
The mischief in your tone is obvious, and he hesitates, like heâs not sure he wants to let you move on from this so quickly. But eventually he plays along, pressing his thumb into the dip of your back and speaks lowly, just as youâd hoped he would.Â
âWhatâs that?â
You smile slyly.Â
âYou could kiss me again.â
âHm⌠I donât know, three times in one night? Sounds a little excessive.â
âDo you want to be forgiven or not?â You huff. He smiles lazily, already dipping his head to press his lips to yours.Â
âI thought I was already forgiven.â
âApologies can be retracted.â
âAh.â His next words are mumbled as his lips ghost yours. âWell we wouldnât want that.â
Spencer puts you out of your misery, not bothering to warm you up to it before heâs kissing you with a deep need. Itâs still languid, and not hungry, exactlyâitâs more like an aching, mind-numbing thirst. Itâs all-consuming, overwhelming to have all of his burning focus pinpointed on you like this. Both hands come to cup your face and you wonder if he wants you in ways that he doesnât entirely understand, just as you want him. You wonder if anything could possibly sate this desire to possess him completely and for him to possess you, to trade corporeal formsâor if itâs just something youâll have to live with like a metaphysical itch you canât scratch. As he forces you to tip your head back for him, using his height to his advantage, breathing deeply against you and attempting to push himself impossibly closer, you begin to think he understands exactly how you feel.Â
As soon as youâd sensed he wanted it, your lips had parted for him. He knows he could have any part of you. He knows how eager you are to give yourself to him. Youâve done everything to prove it, and yet youâve never needed him quite like you do ask he pushes off the counter and slowly backs you against the wall, protecting your head with a hand as the paintings rattle ever so slightly. You gasp into his mouth and he kisses you greedier still, but his hands donât stray from your cheeks.Â
Not until, that is, you hook your right leg around his left, and he catches it, fingers wrapping under the bend of your knee.Â
Never in your life have you regretted picking jeans rather than a skirt more than you do right now.Â
But to your disappointment, Spencer slows down to a haltâpulling his lips from yours like theyâd been stuck by molasses until heâs far enough away to study you wildly, panting just as you are. His hair hangs over his smoldering eyes. Heâs disheveled. Itâs sexy.Â
âWhat?â You whisper, voice surprisingly hoarse.
He looses a dry, abashed laugh. The flush heâs sporting is incredibly charming.Â
âIâm supposed to be playing nice with you.â
Spencer says it like itâs a mild hindrance. Something frissons in your core. You smile a little wider as you continue to catch your breath, which seems to please him.Â
âPlaying nice?â
âBeing gentle. Iâm not supposed to push my favorite things against walls when theyâre delicate.â
Your face heats at the way he speaks of youâif it werenât Spencer, if you didnât know he really doesnât think of you as an object, youâd be pissed. But instead all you can think about is how good it feels when he calls you his.Â
âAccording to who?â
His eyes dart between yours and then down to your lips several times before he averts them to the wall beside you with an intensity that could burn holes through the plaster. Is that how he looks at you?
âAccording to me. I think⌠god, you're going to hate me for this. But I think I need you to kick me out.â
You drop your leg at the same time as you do your heart.Â
âWhat?â
âI know,â he says, over-apologetically, âI know, Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have let that escalate. But we canâtâŚÂ do anything tonight.â Before you can protest, he rushes to explain himself. âItâs just that itâs been a long day. Itâs been a long week, actually, and I doubt either of us have slept very much, and I think youâre really drained, and probably not thinking super clearly. I donât think youâre in the best place for decision making.â
You look pointedly down to where he still has you pressed to the wall.Â
âI think Iâm in a great place.â
At that he steps back, but lets his hands find yours and pulls you away from the wallâjust not quite as close as before. His nose bumps against yours as he speaks low and sweet.Â
âI understand that you want me to stay right now. But itâs not a good idea to associate fighting with physical pleasure. That can set some really dangerous patterns.â
âWeâre not fighting,â you plead, matching his tone as you look up at him with big eyes. His fingers lace with yours.Â
âYouâre right. Maybe fighting was the wrong word. But we had some pretty intense conversations today, didnât we?â
Reluctantly you nod.Â
âRight,â he agrees. âSame premise. We need to be able to have those conversations without getting distracted.â
In a last ditch attempt to get him to change his mind, you give him your best approximation of the imploring, wide-eyed gaze he sometimes uses on you. Something not entirely smile and not entirely smirk twists the corners of his mouth. When he ducks down to kiss you quickly, you reciprocate, but you lack the enthusiasm of earlier.Â
âHey.âÂ
âHm,â you respond, dejectedly.Â
âDonât get all grumpy because I donât put out.â
That puts a disgruntled little smile on your face as he probably knew it would.Â
âI guess you just gave it up easy to all those other women.â
He grabs your chin and gives you a final peck.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about. Iâve never been with other women.â
âMhm,â you grumble good-naturedly, pushing away from him and going to the door to undo the deadbolt. âDonât let the door hit you on the way out.â
âWow. I really must have overstayed my welcome if thatâs the goodbye I get.â
You turn back around, brows raised.Â
âOh, I was prepared to be very welcoming. This is your doing.â
âUh-huh. Come here.â
Happily you skitter back across the few feet of wooden flooring and wrap your arms tightly around him one more time, pressing your cheek to his chest. Heâs ready, winding his arms over yours and rubbing your back. Itâs eerily similar, you realize as he presses his face into the concave of your shoulder, to when heâd left on that most recent case.Â
But at the same timeâeverythingâs different.Â
And you wonât make the same mistake twice.Â
âHey,â you smile, resting your head on his shoulder. Spencer pulls back to look at you, a similar grin on his face.Â
âHey what?â
âI remembered what I was gonna say.â
The grin widens. He knows exactly what youâre talking about.Â
âTell me.â
âI was going to tell you that I love you. AndâI hope youâre not one of those people whoâs uncomfortable being told that often. Because if thatâs the case Iâm really going to annoy you.â
âIâm not that kind of person,â he assures. âTell me as often as you can.â
âBut you should say it back. Itâs more polite that way.â
âI love you,â he murmurs, in a voice more serious than your teasing tones had been but still soft and sweet around the edges. âYou know, people talk about love as if itâs completely irrational and illogical. But with you⌠I think the world actually makes more sense than it used to. I understand things I never did before. Youâve taught me a lot.â
Itâs like a lightshow in your stomach. You wonder if he has any idea the effect his casual musings have on you.
âYou already knew everything.â
âNot everything,â Spencer whispers. âNot about the things that matter.â
And youâre fresh out of teases. All you can do is look up at him with big eyes again, in awe of the fact that you get to keep him after all.Â
âWill you text me when you get home?â You request, voice reverent in the wake of an admission you could never hope to top.Â
âI will. Iâll see you tomorrow?â
You nod, because it doesnât even matter if you had other plans tomorrow. Theyâre as good as cancelled.Â
Spencer kisses your cheek, and you get the sense that things are still being left unfinished. Thereâs an unresolved tension that you canât shake, even after all the apologies and kisses and sweet words. Still, he made a point with his talk about not mixing argument with pleasure, and youâd like to respect those wishes because you respect himâeven if every atom of your being shakes with desire to keep him locked in your bedroom, hidden away from the world together, for as long as you can possibly manage.Â
Eventually, you loosen your hold, and you let him go. He lingers at the door, hands in his pockets, just watching you and mirroring your small smile as you hold onto the counter with an iron grip to keep yourself in check. After he finally peels his gaze away from yours and silently closes the door behind him, you stand there, staring at the wood for at least a minute.
Once you manage to shake yourself from your revery with a deep breath, you grab your glass from earlier and stand in front of the sink, watching it fill with a white jet of water. Itâd be a shame to admit it to him, but maybe Spencer is right. Maybe you do need time to emotionally digest today. After allâthat was technically your first argument. It seems to have left you sort of wound up. Not in a bad way, per seâmaybe you just need to take a shower, let the hot water roll over your shoulders and wash away the frenetic energy that clings to you.Â
Still, something tells you that you wonât be getting much sleep tonight, even if you do take the worldâs longest shower. Youâre simply too high-strung. You wonder if having Spencer here would fix that or make it worse. But ultimately, heâd made the call that it was a bad idea for him to stay, and youâre generally inclined to trust his judgement.Â
The thought makes you laugh into your cup as you drink. Even after the debacle that was the past week, you trust him to know what heâs doing. Maybe you need to rethink that, at least temporarily, until heâs had a chance to redeem himself.Â
Just then, your front door is opening with absolutely zero warning and slamming shut again before you can finish whipping around. Your heart threatens to choke you and you almost drop your glass, clutching your chest.Â
âJesus, youââ
But the words die in your throat as Spencer storms toward you, shrugging his coat off with a white-hot chill in his eyes. Itâs enough to freeze you in place, heart drumming against the confines of your ribs.Â
âYou really need to start locking that door,â he breathes, tossing his jacket on the counter before grabbing your face and crashing his lips into yours, palms pressed to your jaw and fingers pushing into your hair. You stand there, hands hovering in air before you gain the wherewithal to blindly set the glass down behind you. Your heart is pounding as you immediately submit to the kiss, whining softly against his lips and cautiously seeking stability in the fabric of his shirt. Spencer pulls away only briefly, allowing you to gasp for much-needed air. His brown eyes are like molten gold on you, pupils blown wide and wild as he scans your face, taking heavy breaths of his own. âAnyone could just walk in.â
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part seven
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warnings đ˝đş 21.5K pregnancy kink, a LOT of dialogue ngl, third person pov, black woman, vaginal penetration, rough sex, hair pulling, squirting, creaming, oral [f] [m], choking, daddy kink, praising, LOTS of dirty talk, condomless sex, kissing, spanking, dad! toji, sweet! toji, talks of self-image, aggressive toji, daddy toji, baby megumi, minors arenât welcome!
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ââ đđ¤đđđđđđđđđđŽ đŠđđ¤đđđđŠđ .á i donât wanna get all self deprecating, this didnât feel like my best work, but this is the second part to the first fic ever wrote, and i missed my seioni, toji + megumi pairing. itâs kinda long. sorry. i had to. enjoy, love you. đŤśđ˝
AN INTERNAL THUMPING DRONES ALONG HER EARS AS HER SLENDER EYES GLANCE UP AT THE SCREEN. The gel along her stretched belly is cold against her skin, the hand of the doctor continuing to rub gently as she stared at the life growing inside of her.Â
Her mind had been everywhere to say the least. This was the first time sheâd been to an appointment by herself, having her friends hold a trembling hand as she got news about the journey of her pregnancy. She was trying to keep her attention along the doctor's voice as her anxieties whipped around her body like a tornado. But as the nurse walked in with a forced smile, purposely flipping the paper over into the doctor's hand, her attentiveness peaked.Â
Her heart couldâve dropped as the same nurse gave her a rub to the shoulder, thoughts immediately going to the worst. Those worries pulled all together in preparation for an anxiety attack as the doctor placed his glasses down to look along the words, giving a hum at the results.Â
Although she wanted to scream, she pulled it together and filled the silence within the room as she politely asked, âUhâŚis something wrong, Doctor?â
The doctor glances up at her, giving a small smile to reassure her with a shake to his head, âNo, nothingâs wrong, Seioni. The baby is fine as well,â he pats her thigh, seeing as that causes her to release the breath sheâd been holding before he continues, âThe only⌠hiccup would be that your blood pressure seems to be higher than normal.â
âOh,â she says softly, âI didnât realize.â
What was she supposed to say? She felt like she was in trouble, unsure of how to process that information. She hadnât been feeling too badâa couple of headaches here and thereâshe figured it was just her lack of eating.Â
The doctor hums as he glances back at the paper, âHow have you been feeling lately? How has the pregnancy been on you so far?â He asks, looking back at her.
âGood! I meanâas good as I can be,â she watches as the nurse comes to wipe her stomach, softly thanking her as she sits up. She knew that she might not have been telling the entire truth, but this also wasnât a therapy session. Rubbing her belly had become a nail-biting replacement, seeing as the doctor then asks, âDo you still own your tattoo shop?âÂ
âYeah, but I donât work anymore. My fiancè takes care of everything, but for the most part the shop runs itself,â she briefly explains.Â
The doctor nods understandingly. This still wasnât a therapy session, but being her primary doctor and having that relationship with her, he couldnât help but pry just a bit.Â
 He hums, âThatâs good to hearâŚâ glancing at the ultrasound before looking back at her, âHow has your home life been? How is your fiancĂŠ?â
That was the burning question. Officially being in a relationship with Toji taught her what it was like to be with a man, it scared her to open herself up to someone in a way she hadnât in years. Not only did she never expect herself to actually end up with him, she damn sure didnât expect to become a maternal figure to his sonâMegumiâwho was now freshly two-years old, hopping along for the ride of the relationship between his father and âOniââ as heâd call her. They all experienced a love between one another that blossomed as months passedâbut that didnât mean it didnât have itsâŚfaults.Â
Seioni sighed, tracing her fingers lightly against her belly before she replied, âMy fiancĂŠ has a son, he just turned two. Weâve been potty training him and itâs beenâŚa mess, no pun intended,â she lightly giggles, âHe fusses a lot now since weâre trying to get him off of his pacifier, and he has trouble sleeping. Iâve also been trying to plan a wedding and baby shower by myself because my fiancè wants to make sure I have everything my way. On top of that I feel like a beluga whale, I canât keep food down because I vomit at certain smells since my nostrils are similar to a dog nowâdo you know what dirt smells like? Seriously, I mean, have you smelled it? It's awfulâbut uhâAs far as me and my fiancè, heâs been working a lot soâŚI donât see much of him at times,â she realizes as everything sounds overwhelming, muttering a soft, âSorry.â
The doctor gave a sympathetic look, understanding her situation. He sighs before he speaks again, giving a gentle smile to her, âYou have a lot on your plate. You know what youâre experiencing are symptoms of stress, correct? Thatâs whatâs causing your high blood pressure.â
Seioni knew that she could be a bit neurotic, but she didnât realize that these things were genuinely putting her in a state of distress. Megumiâs growing pains, Tojiâs lack of interest within the wedding and baby shower, and their lack of intimacy whether it was in the bedroom or out of it. Maybe she just needed some dickâor a box of tissues.Â
âWhat does your husband do for work?âÂ
She blinks, not ever having an answer for that question. She then convinced herself, âUhâcontractor. Yup, contractor.âÂ
âMaybe you should suggest for him to take some time off of work then. But regardless, this is a beautiful situation. You have a baby girl coming, you're planning a baby shower, and your wedding will be soon, correct?âÂ
âYes, Iâm thinking Italy,â she nods, seeing as that makes the doctor warmly smile.Â
She thinks to herself, this is a happy time. So why the hell did she feel soâŚmundane?Â
She blinks, raising her eyes up to him as she nods, âI guess I didnât realize I was stressing myself out that badly. Am IâŚharming my baby?â She worries, eyebrows furrowing as she lets out a deep breath.
âNo, no. Youâre not harming your baby in any way. Iâm just worried for you. Both mentally and physically.â He reassured her, âIt seems your blood pressure is fine now and everything else is normal. You just need to make sure you donât stress yourself out anymore as your pregnancy progresses. Let me ask, are you and your fiancè intimate?â
She raises her eyes, feeling her face go lightly warm as she repeats, âIntimate as inâŚsex? Is that really okay during pregnancy?â
He gave a small laugh, a little flustered that it was even a question as he soothes, âYes, dear. Itâs perfectly fine, healthy for you and the baby. It also increases the production of oxytocinââ he pauses as he sees her face fill with confusion before he explains, âThe âloveâ hormone, essentially. It reduces pregnant stress, improves sleep, and temporarily masks aches and pains. Sex, bonding, and an increase in endorphins help a pregnant woman sleep better to combat exhaustion and other griping pregnancy symptoms.âÂ
When he sees that she still has a hesitation along her face, he gives her a gentle touch along her shoulder as he says, âNo stressing, okay? How about I prescribe you some Lexapro? You can take them as needed, not anything you have to worry about fitting into your schedule.â
Seioni immediately knew that if Toji wasnât such a damn workaholic, heâd be under her like a baby attached to a nippleâalready having a small disagreement about her taking anything that wasnât her prenatals. Heâd dealt with a pregnant woman before, wanting to make sure she was as healthy as possible. But shit, he didnât know everything, did he?
ââŚI guess it wouldnât be a bad idea to have. Iâd just be worried if taking anything other than my prenatal might be harmful,â she tells him honestly.
He nods, understanding her concern. He sits down on a stool after he pulls it near her before breaking down, âThatâs normal. Let me reassure you that Lexaproâ a SSRIâSelective-serotonin-reuptake inhibitorâ is safe for both pregnant women as well as their babies. Itâs been shown that only 1% of the medication is passed on to the fetus during delivery, and that is an extremely small percentage. Itâs deemed completely safe.â
She lets out a deep breath, realizing that sheâs once again stressing herself out about things that donât have to be overwhelming to her. This shouldâve been the time where she rested, being seven months pregnant made her feel like she was going to explode.Â
She then nods her head as she exhales, âThank you so much, doctor. Me and my little boo boo feel so blessed to have you,â she gives him a soft smile, rubbing her belly happily.
 âItâs my pleasure. Youâ be sure to take care of yourself, okay?â He teased her a little, standing back up on his feet, âIâll call that prescription in and the pharmacy should have it ready for you by the time you get there,â As he goes to help her off the table, he adds on, âOh, and your fiancĂŠ should be expecting a call from me as well.â
âUh, why? If you donât mind me asking?â She places her hand along the bottom of her stomach, letting out a tired breath as she pulls herself up to stand.
The doctor chuckled lightly as he saw the small struggle and helped her stand, saying, âItâs nothing worrisome. Just gonna let him know about your prescription,â He tells her, âHeâll need to know about your blood pressure as well.â
Shit. She was hoping that she could at least talk to him about the prescription first, knowing that when he meant something, he meant it. She pulls her smile lines up to hold a happy expression on her face, nodding as she repeats, âYeah, of course. Thank you again.âÂ
The moment she leaves the doctors office, she soaks in his words, taking them into consideration. This shouldâve been the happiest time for her. The only stress should have been picking out names, choosing colors for her bridesmaids dresses, and creating a registry for the perfect gifts. Another issue sheâd been facing was the insecurities she felt within her own body changing. Her nose was wider than usual, her hips were now actually child bearing, and her belly walked in the room before she did. What if she wasnât attractive anymore?Â
On the opposite end, Toji drowned in her scent, wanting to eat her alive each time he saw herâif only she knew that. She wasnât sure why her face was warm as she clutched the olive green baby doll dress, standing within Victoria Secret as the cashier rudely eyed her belly more than she needed to.Â
ââFuck are you looking at?â She said before she thought about it, the cashier quickly dropped her eyes back to the lingerie as she shoved it into the bag.Â
Finally making her way back home, she thanks the babysitter as she sends her off for the rest of the day. She thinks to herself as sheâs within the kitchen taking out the steak that she plans to cook, realizing these issues wouldnât feel as big if she had Tojiâs full support.Â
It's not that he wasnât trying to help. He just wanted everything her way, she was his princess. He assumed that letting her handle these tasks would keep her busy since she complained about not working. She hoped that once Megumi went to bed, she could have someâŚalone time with Toji. But as she was now sat across from Megumi who refused to pee in the toilet, her track of time was off, and she wasnât sure if her mission would be a success. She sat on the phone with her mom, listening to her complain about her older brotherâs constant circle of women he presented to their father and aunt. Even through her amusement, she couldnât help that she deeply missed them all, although they could sometimes beâŚsomething.Â
âYour stupid-ass-big-headed ass brother has brought the second girl over here this week, talking about âThis the one for real Maâ,â boy, please. And the girls beâ cute, too! If only they had a brain. I tell them to run! Shoes off! Barefoot! Why didnât you just let me ship him off to your place and move into your old condo?â
âBecause he would have to pay rent, which would require him to have a job,â she emphasizes, âYou let Nova eat, sleep and shit in your house for free. If you gave hisâ ass responsibility heâd explode.â
âWhat youâ tryna say, lilâ girl? Donât make me smack you through this phone.â
âHitting a pregnant woman? Have some decorum,â she chuckles, âBut you know exactly what Iâm saying, momma. Thatâs your pride and joy, you need to take him off the nipple and kick him out, have him shack up with his thousands of bitches. I love my brother to death, but he canât be living under you his whole life.â
âHow about you worry about the baby in your belly and the one in front of you who refuses to pee?â
Her eyes immediately met with the familiar gray ones she saw within her fiancĂŠâs. His fat olive cheeks are currently a tint of red as his arms cross below him, dark hair spruced all around his head as he frowned across from her, sitting on his teddy bear decorated makeshift toilet.Â
âHave you been taking the fish oil pills I sent?â her mother asks.
Seioni frowns, âYuck. Everything except those. I can barely keep food down, do you want me to vomit?âÂ
She then turns her head back towards Megumi as she sighs, âCâmon, Sweetface. You said âOni, pee!â earlier.â
Another issue that they faced, with Megumi being two, in comparison to other children there was aâŚslowness to his ability to speak. They thought heâd be farther in his journey, understanding more than he could reply. But it wasnât an end of the world issue. It was something that was brought up in conversation when it came to Tojiâs ability to teach him, but that conversation quickly ended. One thing everyone knewâToji didnât play about his child.Â
Megumi shakes his, saying, âNo, no, no!â as he wiggles his way from the toilet.Â
Her mother hears their little argument as she asks, âMegâ giving you a hard time with potty training again?âÂ
âAs always,â Seioni sighs.Â
âHow about you give him treats for it?âÂ
Seioni frowns, âJesus, heâs not a dog, momma. And I donât want him thinking that the only way you accomplish things is immediately receiving an award for them.âÂ
She sighs as she looks at Megumi, âI wish you were here, mommy. You had me and Nova potty trained before we were even counting. Howâs Dad? And Aunt Celeste?â
Her mother heard the longing tone of her daughterâs words and immediately sympathized. Her daughter always had a close relationship with her family, so it was expected for her to miss them.Â
âYour fatherâs fine. Heâs in the backyard tending to the garden like he says heâs going to do every summer,â she replied, slightly amused by her over-the-top husband, âAnd Celeste is somewhere in her room caked-up on the phone with her many boyfriends. Probably where Novaâs slutty ass gets it from.âÂ
Seioni laughs lightly as she smiles, just envisioning her father out in the garden every summer with a ridiculous sunhat and shorts, a gardening shovel in his hand as the sweat glistens on his body. She also envisioned her aunt, boisterous laugh as she twirled her hair to any manâs attention. This conversation was only aiding her home-sickness, she felt her stomach beginning to ache.
She brings her eyes back to Megumi, staring over him as he sits silently along the toilet. She then says to him, âMegumi, pee?âÂ
Megumi gives a pout, his chin quivering as he mutters out, âNo-potty!â his little hands curling up into fists. He refused to use the toilet, and only wanted to use his pull-ups.Â
Seioni huffs, running her hand through her hair, âOh my hell, just pee, Megumi,â she told him as her mother laughed through the call.
âEat-eat!â He then soundlessly calls out.Â
Seioni raises an eyebrow as she crosses her arms, âNo eat-eat, Megumi doesnât want to pee!â
âHe sounds just like his father. Stubborn as hell,â her mother laughs as she hears her daughter and grandchild from the phone.Â
Seioni sighs as she rolls her eyes, but with a slight laugh as she agrees, âYeah, exactly like his fatherâŚâ She sighs once again before saying, âMegumi, you get no food until you pee!â She told him.
âDoes he do this all the time?â
âGirl, yes. He only listens to Toji. Probably causeâ heâs scary. But he wanna take advantage of his âOniâ,â Seioni rolls her eyes.Â
Megumiâs eyes were wide as a look of horror came across his face. He refused to pee, but he also wanted to eat. Heâd only just recently gotten rid of his bottles and had been eating actual, solid food now.Â
He began to pout heavily, tears slowly gathering in his eyes before he replied with a quiet, âOniâ, Hungry.â as he held his belly, as if to further his point.
Although she tried to get better with not allowing his cries to defeat her, she couldnât help but soften at that olive toned face going red in the cheeks, swelling as his doe eyes dropped tears.Â
She then muttered into the phone, âFuckinâ hell, Momma, I gotta go. Iâll talk to you later, okay?â
Seioniâs mother chuckles over the line, hearing the annoyance in her daughterâs voice. âOkay,â she replies, âYou better make sure Tojiâs big headed ass is sitting with Megumi by the toilet the minute he gets home, you shouldnât be the only one doing this. You acting like more of a parent then he is!â
âMom, please donât start,â Seioni sighs, rolling her eyes as that was probably the twentieth time her mother told her that, âGoodbye, Mom. I love you.â
âI love you too, baby,â her mother replies as if she didnât just throw shade at her fiancè, âTalk to you later. Bye, Megumi.â
The sound of her momâs soft voice nearly makes her want to begin crying like Megumi, missing the warmth that she brings around her. She could be a pain in the ass at timesâespecially when it came to her feelings about Tojiâs constant absence as of recentlyâbut that was her mom regardless.Â
Megumiâs attention is pulled away from his tears as he hears her voice through the phone, calling out a small, âBye, Byeâ before Seioni hangs up the call.
Seoni places the phone down, raising her arms as she sighs, âCâmon. Oniâ is sorry, okay? Just need you to pee without your diaper one of these days.â
Megumi slowly lifted himself up from the toilet and pouted more as he muttered, âNo potty,â he wasnât going to give in to her just yet.
She had her own transgressions with the fact that Megumi had a hard time listening to her when it came to potty-training, and it was even more frustrating that the only person he listened to at times was his father. She loved Megumi like he was her own, but she knew that her not actually being his mother mightâve clued into their issues.Â
âEat-eat?â She raises an eyebrow, pulling his pamper up along his hips as she kisses him against his tear filled cheek, standing with a groan as she places him along the side of her hip.
âEat-eat,â Megumi nodded heavily.Â
His little hands clutched along her shirt as he began to sob softly, his pouts becoming more intense. His face began to become more red as tears fell more down his cheeks, staining a part of her shirt.
Seoni let out a sighâthis was gonna be a long night.Â
She was halfway successful with her mission of cooking for Toji before he got home, making a wagyu steak with garlic buttered mash potatoes, only able to make a small salad for herself as she couldnât handle anything too heavy on her stomach. Another thing she couldnât stop crying about, nearly vomiting anything heavier than salads, sandwiches or liquids. She wasnât sure what time he was coming home tonight, knowing that his job delved within âmafia/criminalâ activity, but never asking what he exactly did, just hoping he got home safely in the process.Â
Once she fed Megumi and got him to finally go to sleep, she took the final step in her plans. She took a long shower, shaved her entire body, and lathered herself with baby oil and vanilla scented perfume.Â
But as she stood in the baby doll dress, her breast spilled out the sides of the lace fabric, her round belly large under the sheer gownâall of her insecurities came flooding in the warmth of her cheeks. She feltâŚunattractive. Â
Once she changed into one of Tojiâs oversized jerseys, she spent the next hour crying her eyes out, seated on the sofa as she bored into old pictures of herself. She cried so hard that she ended up knocking out, dozing off along the pillows unknowingly that she never took into account how late Toji finally came home.Â
He was always terrible at entering the house. Heavy boots thumped along the floor, a low curse echoing along the walls as he stepped on one of Megumiâs toys trying to come inside. Due to her being a light sleeper, Seioniâs eyes slowly blank open, reflexively holding her belly as she looks at her fiancè. Toned arms, muscles bulging through his shirt as that dragon tattoo trailed around his left hand, now crawling under his shoulder and down his back. Dark hair and matching furrowed eyebrows frowned as he appeared behind the door, scarred lip twitching as his eyes fell over her figure.Â
Seeing this man was like seeing him for the first time. Its like heâd almost gotten bigger in height and broadness, almost having to slouch for her consideration. Steel gray eyes were deadly, glares and stoic appearance making her want to melt within a constant. A small scowl plays along his mouthâper usualâeyes flickering from the toy he just stepped on to the woman sleeping on the couch, journal nearly falling from her grasp as she begins to wake up.Â
As soon as his eyes met hers though, his heart warmed a bit, relaxing slightly as his deep voice gruffly called, âBaby... What are you doing sleeping on the couch? Youâre supposed to be in bed.âÂ
He takes his leather jacket off and slings it over the table, pausing as he picks it back up to hang along the coat rack by the door before Seioni can choke him out about it. He's already making his way over to her flawlessly beautiful figure, dark hair sticking along her toffee face as she adjusted to reawakening, feeling as her legs are being gently pulled over his lap.Â
Her voice is soft and immensely quiet, âIâŚdozed off, uhâŚwriting baby names. Remembering what the doctor told me,â she runs her fingers through her dark hair as she sighs, âHi, Daddy.â
He gives a rumbling chuckle as he glances down at the journal, looking at her words before he glances back up to her, pulling her more onto his lap instead, âHey, Mama,â he muttered back, his large hand lightly resting against her belly.Â
âYouâre pushing yourself too hard, arenât you?âÂ
âToday was by default. Megumi gave me the blues trying to potty train him again, but I did end up making dinner for you,â she wraps her arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his palms on her hips.
Toji lets out a small huff, ââBoy is just as hard headed as I am, you know that. Youâll tire yourself out more trying to get him to do something he doesnât want to do.â He gently pulled her closer, her legs on either side of his lap, wrapping an arm around her hips.Â
âWhatâd you make? Iâm starving,â he grunted out, his hand rubbing her hip, massaging it lightly.
âWagyu steak and garlic mash potatoes, how Muffin likes it,â she playfully rolls her eyes, giggling as she feels his palm lightly smack along her ass from the nickname.
In regular fashion, he quickly grumbles, âI keep telling your ass Iâm not your damn Muffin.âÂ
He then chuckled, âSmartass, but you know me so goddamn well, beautiful,â he teased nonetheless, giving her a grin as his hand rested comfortably along her hips.Â
âJust like I know that you like being my Muffin, hm?âÂ
âStop talking to me. Anyways, you know if youâre going to go through the effort of cooking, I need to go through the effort to reward you afterwards,â he travels his hand upward as he digs his fingers into her hair to clutch her forward, lips sucking the skin of her neck into his mouth.Â
It made her sigh breathlessly, her face warm as a small giggle pulled from her lips, âDonât I get a reward for just being the love of your life?â
He chuckled as he pulled away from her neck, his lips just centimeters away from hers as he told her, âIt never ends with you, does it, woman? Always needing more from me.â
The constant realization with their lack of intimacy hits her again, a chill coursing down Seioniâs spine at the thought. But another chill came as she remembered not feeling as attractive as she usually did. She can tell that Toji feels her body tense, hoping he doesnât press her reactionâshe really didnât want to end the night off in an argument about her own self conflicts.Â
She nearly sighs in appreciation as he slows his movements down, hearing as he asks, âHow was the doctor?âÂ
She raises her eyes as she squints, âThe doctor called you today, Fushiguro. Iâm assuming you missed it due to work.â
Toji nearly groaned at the news of her saying that the doctor called. Heâd meant to answer them, but as of recently work had been busier.Â
âDamn it, I knew I forgot something.â He muttered out, lightly pinching his nose, âWhat did they call about?â
âHe wanted to tell you about my high blood pressure,â she lightly trails her finger along his arm, the dragon along the veined skin shining under the living room light.
His head raised up, âWhatâs causing you to have high blood pressure?âÂ
âHe said I could just be stressing myself out, whichâI know I am. He prescribed me Lexapro, I think I might try it out for a couple of days, see how it makes me feel.âÂ
She can practically feel the frown on his face before she sees it, keeping her eyes away from him as she attempts to move herself off of his lap. Key word, attempted.Â
âYouâre not taking those.â
She raises her eyebrows, âThe doctor told me they were safe, Toji. I donât think heâd give me anything if he knew I couldnât take it.â
âYou think I give a fuck about what the doctor said?âÂ
She rolls her eyes, not ready to go back and forth with him as his arm tightens around her hips, his fingers digging a bit harder into her curves as he speaks, âIf itâs not a damn prenatal, I donât want you taking anything else. Iâm not risking shit happening to you. Thereâs better ways to control your blood pressure.â
âLike what? Not stressing myself? Thatâs easier said than done. Who else wouldnât be stressed if they had a baby in their terrible twos, a baby in their bellyâthen planning a wedding and baby shower all at once?â She raises an eyebrow.
âWhat the fuck does that have to do with you taking some dumbass shit like Lexapro? You can do all of that without medication, Seioni.âÂ
âOh bite me,â she snarls, âDonât go all government on me. You still havenât answered my question.â
âThese are issues that can be easily resolved. Iâm waiting for your point.â
âEasily resolved?â Her hand quickly latches to pull his arm off of her, his hand becoming more firm as he holds onto her before his mouth fires off, âSeioni. Donât fuckinâ play with me right now, move your hand.âÂ
âBoy, fuck off! Who the hell are you to tell me what I canât take? My father?â
âBoy?â He raises his own eyebrow, full lips and scar twitching in her defiance.Â
When sheâs finally able to get him to loosen his grip, she tries to hide her grunt as she has to hold her back and belly all at once to properly stand, struggling as she does so before successfully coming off of his lap.Â
The minute she began getting up, his hands went immediately to her hips to hold her in his lap, a very deep frown on his face as he spoke in a dark tone, âDonât give me that bullshit, woman. Iâm your goddamn husband, thatâs why Iâm saying itâAnd you canât even get up to stand by yourself, you can barely even move without grunting in pain, sit the hell down.â
âI can do stuff on my own!â She exclaims, crossing her arms, âDonât act like Iâm helpless, bastard. Iâm just saying that maybe Lexapro wouldnât make me so neurotic.â
âIâm not saying youâre helpless. Iâm just saying that your body is not the same as it was before you were pregnant,â he grumbled back, the vein in his forehead throbbing as he spoke. He looked directly down at her arms, seeing how she crossed them across her chest as he continued, âWe donât need anymore side effects happening to you or the baby because youâre wanting some antidepressant. You donât need those, you need to sit your ass down and take a damn break. This is why your blood pressure is high.â
âWell how about you make me less stressed by helping me out? You wanna be tied up in your stupid ass job all the time, how wouldnât I be stressed?â She narrows her eyes.
There it is, the argument heâd been avoiding this entire time. He knew that she was upset about the time heâd been spending at work, but work was important to him. He wanted to be able to take care of her and Megumi in more ways than imagined.Â
âDonât act like I just work for shits and fuckinâ giggles.â
âDonât make me feel like Iâm supposed to be satisfied with that ! Iâm asking you to at least seem interested when I talk to you about these things. Wedding, baby shower, baby names! Anytime I bring it up you blow me off about itâusing the excuse that you just want to make sure I do everything I want for both events, but in reality you just donât wanna do shit for them!â She clocks him, swatting his arms away in an attempt to touch her.
The vein in his forehead turned into a headache as she continued speaking, her words hitting at his pride. He was beginning to get incredibly pissed as she continued.
âI donât want to do anything for it because those things arenât about me, itâs about you and the baby. What kind of man do you think I would be if I didnât allow you to plan your own gender reveal, your own baby shower, your own wedding, your own goddamn baby gifts? I donât do anything to help but Iâm giving you the reigns here.â
âWell maybe Iâd like my fiancè to seem slightly excited about these events, to just give me some type of showing that you care!â
âYouâre really doing this right now?â He blinks, âYou know I care. If I didnât I wouldnât give a fuck about all this stupid-girly shit,â he blows a breath, sucking his teeth, âShit. Maybe you do need the goddamn Lexapro.âÂ
Similar to Megumi, another newfound part of her pregnancy was the way that she could instantly cry on cue, almost like a baby. To hear his words instantly hurt her feelings.Â
She didnât mean to give the reaction she did, but everything began hitting her all at once. His words, the doctor's words, her own words. A pout came to her lips, her eyes welling with tears as she pressed her hands to her face, âI just feel so âŚoverwhelmed.â
The minute she began to cry, Toji tensed immediately. He absolutely hated it when she cried, and her pregnancy definitely didn't help him on that end at all. He was about to respond but another sniffle came from her, and then followed by another, and another, he groaned.
"Oh jesus... Stop crying, please, you know I hate this shit..." he grumbled softly, his large hands lightly rubbing at her hips to try and soothe her.
That made her full on sob, her face red as her cheeks swelled, her hands over her face as she cried, âI câcanât do this alone. I miss my family, I wish they were here to help me with these things. Megumi is giving me a hard time, IâI canât keep any food down, I canât fit any of my clothes, I feel like a fucking ugly fat whale.â
He could feel how his shirt got damp, tears staining it from her crying, but he couldnât care less as he held her against him. Despite the pregnancy, she still felt so small in his grip, and it reassured him that although his words could be mean, he was always there to comfort her.
His head laid against the top of her head as he muttered softly, âYou're not alone. You have me, okay? You have meâyourâŚMuffin,â he almost vomited at his words, â And Meggie, weâre here. You're not alone, babydoll.â
âBut youâre always workinggg,â she sobs, hiding her face within his chest as she cries even harder, nearly unable to breath as tears drop heavily from her face.
âBaby, you gotta calm down.â
He tried soothing her as his hand began gently trying to brush away some of the tears falling down her face. Her sobbing was beginning to worry him, she was crying too damn hard.Â
âI know youâre upset about the amount of time Iâve been working butâbaby, Iâm just trynaâ handle shit for us,â he was trying to rationalize with her, but it was very difficult to do so when she was crying.
âMâMaybe yâyou just donât want me or this baby,â she trembles.
Toji quickly grips her face, pulling her tear streaked cheeks to stare up at him as he pulls her forward, âCut this shit out,â a firm, dark tone, âI want you more than anything with this baby. Quit saying bullshit like that. I think youâre the prettiest, Oniâ. Youâre lucky I canât fuck the shit out of you right now.âÂ
She takes another deep breath, unable to stop herself from crying. The waterworks flowed, keeping her face in her hands as she quivered, ââM sorry. Iâm just so scared. I canât even get Megumi to pee in the toilet. How am I gonna be a good mother? Wâwhat if I canât do this?â more tears appear along her face, nearly having to catch her breath from her tearful attack.
He could feel the way she was shaking and quivering from crying, and it only continued to make him feel guilty. Her words hurt, but it hurt even more when she began doubting herself.
âYouâre going to be a great mom,â he muttered with an assurance, his hand lightly moving across her face, trying to brush away the tears. âMegumiâs just stubborn, baby. Youâll be able to get him eventually, it just takes time.Â
Youâre doing great. Youâre doing just fine, okay?â
His words make her feel slightly better. She knew that she was doing better than most, and maybe being so critical was another cause of her stress. She knew she was going to be the best mother she could be, she just had to believe that. Especially with Tojiâs support. She wraps her arms around his shoulders as she shoves her face within his neck, sniffling as she tries to control her breathing.Â
She then muffled, âIâI love you.â
He placed his chin along the top of her head, his hand gently clutching at the back of her hair. âI love you too, beautiful. I love you so damn much.â
âEven when Iâm a crying mess?â She mutters, feeling the grumble of his chuckle along her body.
âEven when youâre a complete mess, I still love you. Youâre still my gorgeous, loveable mess, baby,â he reassured, placing a gentle kiss along the top of her head, âI meant what I said. Youâ in my jersey is gonna get you fucked up,â he grunts, the arousement of this man never failing.
She rolls her eyes against his damp shirt, lightly swatting his arm as she utters, âHush.â
The comfort and reassurance of this man was like no otherâ she couldnât ask for a better upcoming husband. Through all of that, she feels her body becoming tired again after the waterworks, laying herself deeper into him as she lets a moment of silence go between them. Despite their disagreements, she loved him endlessly.Â
âBaby?â She asks softly.Â
âYeah?â
âCan I have some of your steak?âÂ
âIs it gonna make you vomit and then cry after you vomit?â
ââŚYes.âÂ
âThen no.âÂ
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AS A COUPLE OF WEEKS HAD PASSED, Seioni had come to the revelation that the only thing sheâd do from now on was enjoy this pregnancy. With that, she requested instead of taking Lexapro to receive something for her morning sickness. Tojiâs stubbornness subsided at the thought of her being able to eat, to which he painfully agreed on the medication.
All this man wanted to do was make his woman happy. He wanted to withhold the surprise he had for her and Megumi, but knowing that not allowing his fiancè to do her âgirly-shitâ in preparation for an upcoming vacation to Maui, Hawaii, sheâd go into labor if she couldnât buy a whole new wardrobe. Â
She was like a child when it came to her excitementâif only her fiancè and his son were as equally elated in her process. She enjoyed every single swipe of his card, outfits, getting her hair done, pampering herself in preparation to be along the beach. She dragged Toji and Megumi all around the mall with her, finding outfits for them as wellâignoring the looks shared between the son and father, impatient and only wanting to be curled up next to her at home. But as he watched her stare within the mirror as she tried on two-piece bikinis, not giving a damn about her round belly, shopping wasnât as bad as he made it to beâhe was now excited.Â
The day finally came as they were at the bustling airport. Seioni pulled her bohemian braids behind her ear, more human hair than anything flowing in between the individuals as her brown skin was lightly russet within the face, her freckleâs almost making her look sun kissed. She wore a ballerina pink baby tee, matching yoga pants and her hello kitty sandals, trying to carry her own personal bag on her shoulder as she gave a polite nod to the airport worker after showing her passport. Toji couldâve nearly snatched that bag off of her shoulder, almost glaring at her for attempting to carry something as heavy as her bag.Â
âI had it,â she said softly, rolling her eyes.
He grumbled, raising an eyebrow at her eye-roll as he shifted the strap along his shoulder, allowing her to walk in front of him. He was like a guard dog, ready to pounce at any moment as she spun around in her dream land.
âAnd you say Iâm stubborn,â Toji mutters.Â
She raises an eyebrow, âYouâ talkinâ shit over there?â Taking Megumiâs small hand within hers, pulling him as he waddled down the line towards TSA.Â
âDo you want me to repeat myself in a louder tone?â
She shot daggers at him, eyebrows frowning down as she nearly flung Megumi to turn towards him, âYou know what, as a matter of fact, I do!âÂ
âYou better waddle your ass to TSA and stop talking to me.âÂ
âI donât wanna have to smack your ass in this damn airport, Fushiguro,â she glares.
âThatâs even if you could get to me in time!âÂ
âOh! Youâre trynaâ be funny! How about I roll over to you?! Bastard!ââÂ
âYou better stop talking to that man like that, Seioni!âÂ
She halts. Her attitude is on high alert as she thinksâwho the hell is talking to her and why did they know her name?
 Her body fully turns as she searches for the voice that becomes familiar the more it echoes in her mind. Her heart nearly falls in her ass as she sees the familiar smile that she holds within her own face, her mother standing on the other side of the airport as well as her father, brother and aunt.
 Her eyes go wide as she shockingly calls, âMomma?!âÂ
Her eyes turn to Toji, seeing the smile that suppresses within his face. He knew that she was having a hard time with this pregnancy, so he thought surprising her with her family joining them on the trip would make her smile. He knew she hadnât seen them in a while due to them living in a different city.Â
She releases Megumiâs hand as she takes off for them, Toji calling, âOniâ!â scared she would fall, watching as she waddles quickly over to them, gripping her mother into the tightest hug she couldâve given her.Â
âOh my god,â she cried, tears immediately coming down her face, âWhat are youâ when did youâhow are you guys here?â She cried, looking between all of her family members, unable to stop herself from the waterworks.
The minute she began crying, her mother was shushing her gently with a light laugh, âOh no, no, donât cry, babygirl. We just wanted to surprise you, since we know youâve been having a hard time lately.â
Her mother was lightly rubbing her back as her father spoke up next, âYour fiancĂŠ told us that you could use some moral support right now, we were more than happy to come see you. He paid for our flights here and to Maui.âÂ
âYou didnât tell us your fiancè had all this damn munyun, sis,â her brother calls from behind, a smirk along his face.
She scrunches her nose at her brother as she fires, âDonât be ghetto, act like youâve been around some money before.âÂ
âYoâ daddy!â Nova rebuttals.Â
âAye! Iâm nowhere near broke!â Her father, Noel protests.Â
âDid you pay for this trip, broke-boy?â Her mother playfully insights to her husband, crossing her arms with a raised eyebrow, âI recall you only buying a neck pillow for the flight.âÂ
âSaanaĂĄ, please. You bought a matching one!âÂ
âAnd did! Celeste bought a third!â She points out.Â
âAnd did! In my business? Mind yours, anyways, he does seem to have heavy ass pockets. What he doâ for work?â The aunt playfully instigates, Toji and Seioni quickly replying in an exhale, âContractor.âÂ
Tojiâs instantly amused by her family dynamic. He was unable to do anything but chuckle as she turns towards him, âYou really did this?â Sniffling as she smacks his arm, âYou did. You bastard.âÂ
Toji now had Megumi along his hip, nearly stumbling as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pecking his lips multiple times while still crying throughout her happiness.
âIs this the little Megumi?â Her aunt playfully gasps.Â
 Megumi giggles as he raises his arms into hers, surprisingly going right into her embrace which makes her happily cheer. Toji almost had to blink twice.Â
âWell come on people, our flight is gonna start boarding soon!â The mom calls, taking the hand of her husband as the aunt giggles excitedly with Megumi in her hands, Seioniâs brother helping with the bags as he follows behind.
 She turns to Toji as she wraps her arms around his neck, âYouâre such a sweetie when you wanna be, yâknow that? Always putting on this scary act and youâre just a little teddy bear. My muffin.âÂ
âYou think Iâm a teddy bear, huh?â He teased lightly, one of his hands lightly resting along the small of her back, holding her close to him. âDonât be fuckinâ cute. Iâm only soft for you.âÂ
âLooks like somebody's trynaâ get on my good side, hm?âÂ
She stood on her toes, dragging her tongue along his jaw before sucking his lips into her mouth, making him grunt lowly, âDonât get me put on the no flight list, Seioni.âÂ
She giggles, âBad boy. Weâre with my family!â She teases, giggling as she tries to pull away, âThe baby can hear you,â she places her hand along her belly.
âSheâs gonna feel something if you donât stop playing,â he threatens along her lips, hearing as she shockingly giggles, swatting his arm before she begins pulling him towards their gate, âLetâs go!âÂ
The flight had gone by quicklyâat least for Seioni, she fell asleep before the plane even took off. Toji spent most of his time hovering the phone over to Megumi to keep him quiet, seeing as he became fussy from having to be stuck in one place for a long period of time. Her mom and aunt were also asleep, her brother and father engrossed in a movie they were both watching at the same time.
He couldnât help but sigh as both Seioni and Megumi gripped along his body to comfortably sleep, Toji barely unable to move at this point. The tired laugh that fell from his lips was inevitable.
The minute that he felt like heâd dozed off, they arrived in Maui. His jet-lagged physique made him feel like his eyes were shutting by themselves, but to see the excitement of his fiancè as she pulled him through the airport, he figured heâd sleep another time. The sun was shining brighter than theyâd ever experienced as they made it outside, the flowers were blooming and the trees were vibrantly greenâit was almost overwhelming.
âWe were only on the plane for an hour but yet my ass feels like itâs been sitting in a seat for hours,â he mutters, his voice tired. It felt like his chest had been filled with concrete; the only thing keeping him focused was the pure, raw excitement that his fiancè showed.Â
âAwe, you need a massage?â Seioni questions, rubbing the side of his neck as he attempts to pick up her luggage, his and Megumiâs.Â
âDonât be trynaâ soften me up and shitâ he points out, Seioni pouting as she says, âMoi? Softening you up? How dare you.âÂ
Toji huffs as she continues to rub at the side of his neck, the action making him want to just collapse into her body and fall asleep.Â
âWhat do you want, woman?â
âYour love and affection?â She bats her eyelashes, âYou've been working so hard. Nova, come get these bags before I punch you! My man is doing all the damn work!â She calls for her brother, wrapping her arms around Toji as she pecks his jaw.
âStop yelling at me, fucker.â
Both siblings raise their middle fingers to each other, Toji having to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing at the sight.Â
He feels her arms wrapping around his body, subconsciously holding her a bit tighter against him as he grumbles, âYeah, okay.â
When they walked into what essentially seems to be a villa, the sight was beautiful. The inside walls were brown, minimalist beige furniture with a large kitchen. There were multiple rooms, an opening that led out to a personal pool, fruits, finger foods plastered around the kitchen island to welcome the family in the house.
âDammnn, Toji. Youâ did good!â SaanaĂ calls, the aunt agreeing, âThis shit is bougie. Youâ must really love Oniâ!âÂ
âSheâs aight!,â her brother Nova comments, the dad intervening, âDonât be mad cause you donât have a woman to do this for.â
âThatâs if he had the money!â Aunt Celeste clowns on him, everyone laughing as Nova smacks his lips, carrying their bags upstairs.
âLetâs go to the beach! I need to see the sun set.â
âOoh, and to see the fine men on the beach!â Her aunt agreed with her moms statement.Â
âThat too,â SaanaĂ nods her head, Noel then saying, âYouâ tryna be funny, married woman?â With a raised eyebrow.
âOh boy, donât start. Yâknow I love youâŚbut I also love looking at fine men!âÂ
Seioni rolls her eyes with a soft laugh, then saying, âAs much as Iâd love to watch you two act an ass on this beach, Iâm feeling a little nauseated from the plane ride,â she places her hand over her belly, feeling her feet becoming heavier as she stands. Toji immediately wraps his arm around her, steadying as he knows her feet hurt at times.
âYou alright, baby?â Toji is immediately concerned, having the urge to pick her up to keep her feet off of the ground.
âDo you need us to stay with you?â Her mom asks, now becoming equally worried.Â
She shakes her head, âNoâactually, take Megumi with you, if thatâs okay. Iâd love for him to see the water. Let him spend some time with yâall, Toji can stay here and make sure I donât roll down the stairs,â she weakly jokes, pulling her hair behind her ear tiredly.
Her mom nods her head in agreement, looking over at Toji with a curious look, âYou donât mind?âÂ
Toji shrugs his shoulders, âNah. I can stay here and make sure she doesnât hurt herself,â he half-jokes, shifting so her body can lean more so on his own.
âOkay, weâll be back soon. Letâs go, Meggie!â Her aunt picks up the small two-year old, watching as he giggled, wrapping his arms around her neck.Â
All in her plan. Once the family exits out the house, Toji looks down as he notices the grin she tries to suppress. He raises an eyebrow, realizing she had been trying to find a reason to get her family out of the house without actually having to ask.
âYouâre a terrible actor,â he hums, âYou just wanted me all to yourself? Selfish ass.âÂ
âMhmmm,â she hums back, happy as can be, tugging him towards the master bedroom.Â
It was more beautiful than she imagined. A crisp white bed next to a walk in shower, green marble in the structure of the walls. As they look out to the balcony, thereâs a clawfoot tub that looks out into the beauty of the green trees, a sight that she could look at forever.Â
She felt a pang in her chest as she was now alone with him, as if this wasnât her fiancĂŠe thatâd sheâd been with for the past two years. He knew every part of her body, so why was she afraid to show it?Â
She faced the wall of the shower as she undressed. Toji instantly notices how she refuses to look at herself, but says nothing. He didnât wanna cause an argumentâ at least for now.Â
The tub is now filled, flower petals drenched beneath the warm water, multicolored and ethereal to their eyes. Seioni leans against the top of the tub as she stares out at the horizon, her long bohemian braids claw clipped out of her face, skin bare of makeup as her freckles tattoo against her cheeks and nose. The sunlight beamed against her brown skin, she couldnât look away from it. Toji was the oppositeâhe couldnât look away from her.Â
She continued to ramble, âSo, I was thinking about baby names again. I had been looking into some Japanese names for a girl, and I saw the name KiyomiâI thought it was so cute. Itâll fit into our little family, everyone ending in âIâsâ. Megumi, Seioni, Toji, you get what Iâm saying? And then I can give her a little nickname like âOmiâ cause it sounds like me! âOniâ! Yeah?âÂ
When she hears no response and realizes she mightâve been talking too much, she stops, noticing the way he leans his head slightly as he stares at her.Â
She leans herself into the water as she gives a smallÂ
smile, âWhat? Why are you looking at me like that?â
His gray eyes continued to stare at her, tracing every dip and curve of her body with his gaze as he spoke, âYouâre so pretty, baby.â
She rolls her eyes, âWere you even listening?â coming closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she comes onto his lap. The warm water engulfs both of their skin.
Toji allows her to adjust herself onto his lap, his arms immediately wrapping around her waist once she is situated. He hums as he buries his face into the crook of her neck, his lips attaching to her warm throat.
âI was listening,â he murmurs, âKiyomi is a nice name, perfect for a pretty little girl. Just like her momma.â
He continues to press kisses against her skin, teeth gently nipping at the skin of her shoulder. She sighs, feeling that she wanted to have a conversation about what was going on in her head. But she knew that Toji wouldnât be too happy to hear the unhappiness she felt, and she didnât want to ruin the trip.Â
âYouâve been all quiet on me since we got here,â she says quietly, âI miss you. Are you feelingâŚoverwhelmed with my family?â
He chuckles, âNah, Iâm good, Mama. Iâm just a little tired. Weâve been traveling for hours and your family is on ten at all times. Itâs just different.âÂ
He presses a gentle kiss against her exposed collarbone, âPlus, Iâve been looking forward to being alone with you.â
Her mind wracks at that. She knows they need some time together, without Megumiâs constant whining and crying, without her family regardless of this trip. She thought back to the doctor's words of intimacy, the thought feeling almost virginal to her. She feltâŚnot like herself. She wasnât looking for a pep talk about confidence. But this belly and the changes in her body, she wasnât used to it.Â
She pulls him closer, letting the petals flow around them within the tub as she asks, âYouâd tell me if they were getting on your nerves, right?â
Toji allows her to pull him closer, his arms fully wrapping around her back as he presses a kiss against her shoulder. He chuckled softly at her question, âYour family is cool as fuck. But this conversation isnât gonna stop you from saying whatâs actually wrong with you.âÂ
She feels the intensity in his stare. Blowing out a breath at the question, her eyes fall back down. This was the time to be vulnerable, but as said before, she didnât want a scolding in response.Â
She shakes her head as she lies somewhat, âJust nervous about the family thing. They can be kindaâŚcontrolling?â
His eyebrows furrow, âDonât lie to me.âÂ
âIâm not,â she lies again, âSo you arenât worried about getting into it with them? You have a mouth on you.â
Toji gives her a look, knowing that she was bullshitting him. There was definitely more to what she was saying than she was letting on.Â
âNope,â he responds instead, âI do have a mouth on me, but Iâm a grown ass man, I know how toâ what do youâ be saying? Keep it cute? Iâm hip as fuck!âÂ
âOh god,â she giggles, wrapping her arms tightly around him, ignoring his chuckle that buried into her shoulder blade.Â
Another thought passes of wanting to be upfront with him. But the atmosphere, their moment togetherâit was too beautiful to ruin. She just hoped he didnât push about it, knowing that he could read anything on her face.Â
âDo you know how much I love you?â She questions, kissing his jaw, pecking his nose, even along his cheeks.
His eyes dart over her face as she begins to pepper all over his cheeks with kisses. She attempts to act cutesy in order to distract him from the question, knowing all too well that sheâs doing so. She was good at it too.Â
He sighs as a small smirk forms on his face, âNah, do you know how I love you?â he responds.
âMmm, as much as the moon loves the stars within the sky?â She cheekily responds, pressing her forehead against his, feeling his hand press gently along her stomach.
Toji chuckles and rolls his eyes at her dorky response, one of his hands gently rubbing at her stomach while the other rests on her hip. He smirks at her, âCorny ass. I love you more than that.âÂ
When he kisses her, it feels breathless as he holds her jaw while sucking his lips into her mouth, as if it had more meaning behind it. When he pulled back, the warmth against her face and the dumb smile along it wouldnât falter. She loved this man.Â
âNow, back to the name game. Iâm thinking Toji Jr, or Megumi-Toji-Jr, or, Toji-Megumi-Jr, yeah?âÂ
Seioni rolls her eyes. She loves him, even if he was a damn idiot.Â
As the sun sets along the island, Seioni and Toji meet the rest of her family out towards the beach, a family dinner now taking place. Her black baby tee and a long matching skirt that draped down to her ankles, orchid sandals and a matching flower along the side of her hair made her feel somewhat decentâeven if she kept glancing down at her stomachâ She waved excitedly as everyone cheered when they arrived, Toji holding her hand behind her to make sure she didnât trip within the sand.Â
He was like a baby, wanting to have a tantrum when she asked him to wear a Hawaiian button up, the man wanting to die before he put on patterned clothes. Instead she got him to wear a pair of black and white flowered swimming trunks, white long sleeve clinging to his broad frameâhe still wasnât entirely happy about it.
The group had set up a makeshift table on the sand, chairs and a checkered picnic blanket set out. The sun was setting, the ocean and sky turning into a blend of oranges and pinks, the scene quite breathtaking.Â
The family sat around the table, eating and making small talk. Toji leaned into the seat, his body relaxed and his hand rested on Seioniâs lower back. Despite them being his soon to be in-laws, Toji found her family entertaining enough, able to keep him interested with their banter back and forth.
Hula dancers suddenly appeared as they all talked, their villa's host also appearing as he welcomed them to Maui. The family was amazed as some of the girls performed fire tricks, their hips moving in ways that were more than talented. It wasnât too long before Megumi stood from where he sat next to Seioni and Toji and played in the sand, running up to them as he began to danceâwhich was jumping around in a babyâs attempts to find rhythm, giggling as the hula girls smiled at him.
The family laughed at the adorable sight before them, Toji chuckling at the little dancing Megumi, jumping around and babbling. It was extremely cute, the hula dancers all smiling and waving at the little boy.Â
âDonât think you got those moves from your non-rhythm ass daddy, huh?â Seioniâs aunt giggled.Â
âNot too much! I have rhythm!â Toji defends himself, Seioni giggling beside him.Â
Everyone was now upâ her brother flirting his way into getting one of the Hula girls' numbers, her mom pulling her dad up to dance with her, and her aunt recording Megumi as she shouted, âGo Meg! Go Meg!âÂ
Seioni hadnât felt this happy in a while. As she turned her head to kiss Toji, a hula girl came forward, pulling her up off the sand to dance with her, trying to teach her the movement of her hips.Â
Seioni giggled, her cheeks warm as she followed, raising her hands above her body as she twisted her hips to follow the music that played.
Toji couldnât help but smile at her as he watched her follow along with the hula girl. Her body moved in a fluid motion, hips twisting and swaying. Tojiâs smile only grew wider, the joy and twinkle in her eyes making his heart skip in his chest. She looked so happy and so free, as if nothing in the world could get in her way.Â
His eyes darkened in a different way as he watched how she looked in her tight skirt and top, the way it hugged her curves. He loved her in more ways than one, but at times it felt like he was digging his nails into the surface, trying to hold back a side of him she knew the first night sheâd met him. He was becoming impatient, and he was an extremely patient man.
Seioni was now dancing with Megumi, spinning him around playfully. When her Aunt Celeste wanted the baby all to herself, Seioni brought her attention back towards Toji as she leaned down with her arms out, gesturing for him to dance with her.
Toji rolled his eyes slightly as he was pulled to his feet, his hand gripping her as their bodies pressed close together. He chuckled, wrapping one arm around her hips while his other hand gripped hers as they began to sway, his eyes gazing down at her.Â
âYou really just canât get enough of me, huh, woman?â
âNever. Itâs unfortunate, isnât it?âÂ
She sighs, wrapping her arms around his neck, giggling as he pulls her sandals on top of his shoes, twisting her around and holding her up by them. He leans down as he brings his lips to her neck, a small gasp leaving her lips as she feels his palm slam on her ass, pulling her eyes up as she shrieks, âFushiguro!â
âDonât act like that. They know how you got pregnant in the first place.âÂ
âIâm putting a muzzle on you for the rest of the time here,â she tells him, âYouâre not being good.â
His eyebrow raises, mischief glistening in his eyes as he chuckles at the threat. He leans in closer, his nose almost bumping against hers.Â
âLet me start barking then.â
She rolls her eyes, leaning her face up to kiss him, âKeep talking shit, maybe Iâll put a muzzle on my mouth and youâll be using that hand all week.â
He raises an eyebrow, âA muzzle on you, huh? Thatâs some freaky shit. Ooh, girl, youâre nasty.â
Seioni giggles as he fully picks her up and spins her around, kissing away their entire conversation. The family spent hours along the beach, the night nearly going into dawn when they made it back to the villa. Toji felt like heâd been hit by a train, the jet-lag and overall tiredness he felt hitting him all at once as they made their way to bed.
 Megumi was sleeping with Celeste, while Nova and her parents had their own rooms, leaving Toji and Seioni alone to themselves. His hand rubbed her stomach until she fell asleep, finally allowing his own eyes to close once he knew she was comfortable.Â
âŚBut just as he was deep within his rest, a knock came pounding at their door. It felt like heâd just closed his eyes.Â
âGood morning Love Birds, weâre all going to breakfast!âÂ
Her mom calls through the door. When she doesnât hear anything, she knocks again. Still silent. She then makes the decision to open the door without asking permission, walking towards the bed as she tugged at the covers along their feet.
âI know yâall hear me!â
Seioni groans softly, her eyes blinking open to see her mom standing at the end of the bed. She says to her softly, âHi, mommy.â
As she turns, she sees Toji is also awakeâpractically giving her mom the death stare, his eyes only peeking above the covers, pulling Seioni closer to him.Â
âThe fuck?â he grumbled, still glaring.
âToji,â she scolded softly, tapping his chest at his reaction, âWeâll be down there in a minute, mom.â
ââThe fuck I am,â he disagreed under his breath, deepening himself under the covers.
âHurry up! I love me some French toast, itâll be gone in seconds!â
With that, her mom slams the door, Toji almost wanting to throw something against the wall at all the loud sounds imploding his ears.
Seioni sighs, running a hand over her face as she murmurs, âWhat time is it?â
âToo early to be having motherfuckers slamming the door open talking about some dumb ass French toast,â Toji mutters back, immensely irritated.Â
âHey, thatâs my momma youâre talking about, jackass. Tighten up,â she flicks his nose, âWhy are you so grumpy? Youâ literally get up at the ass crack of dawn to go to work. Whatâs so different now?â
âBecause? Iâm not at work right now?â His voice held a grumpy tone, obviously not amused by her motherâs sudden appearance.Â
His eyes narrowed as he looked up at her, âHow the hell can you even act so calm right now? You hate your sleep being interrupted.â
âBecause weâre on vacation and should enjoy every moment we have together, Fushiguro,â she pulls his face up to meet hers, squeezing his cheeks as she says, âLighten up, Muffin?âÂ
His hands reach up to take a hold of her wrists, his irritation only building, âNo.â he says firmly.Â
âMean ass,â she insults, âMaybe you do need some breakfast.â
His eyes peek open at that. When he glances down at her appearance, scarf around her hair and in his jersey, the vanilla spray she spritzed on herself before they went to sleep inhaled his sensesâthis is when he found her most attractive.Â
Maybe he did need to relax. His eyes darken as he comes closer, his lips along her neck as he sucks at the skin, coming up as he latches a kiss against her mouth.Â
He grunts, âYouâre right. Open your fuckinâ legs, Iâm hungry.âÂ
Her body tenses up as he kisses her, his hand along her belly making her want to squirm. What if she wasnât as seductive as she used to be?Â
She was doing her best to keep up with him, that much he knew. He could feel it in the kisses, the way her body reacted to his touch. But she wasnât fully giving herself to him. He wanted more from her. He needed that hunger that he knew she was holding backâHe needed her to be as desperate as he was.Â
He let out a low growl between their kisses, clutching her hair within his fingers as he tugged her head back, licking the skin of her throat. She whimpers softly, âTojiâŚâ
âQuit holding back,â he murmurs against her skin. He can feel her breath hitch again, her body trembling in his grip, âLet me make you feel good.â
A soft moan comes from her lips as she grabs his hair in her fingers, head falling back as she tries to relax her body. For a moment she felt okay. But when she notices how he has to hover over her to not hit her belly, her insecurities come crumbling onto her.Â
It was also right on time, another knock coming to the door as her mom calls, âI know yâall donât want me to bust in this damn room again!âÂ
She stopped him. Pressing her hand against his jaw to push him back, she says softly, âMaybe we should just go get breakfast.â
Knock, knock, knock.Â
His eyes narrow, irritation returning, this time for a completely different reason. This was the last thing he wanted. He was finally getting somewhere with her, she was finally letting herself go, and now they were being interrupted again.Â
âFuckinâ hell.âÂ
She sighs, âI donât need the house cussing us out, everyone has to eat together in my family,â she briefly explains, âPlusâŚmy belly is kindaâŚin the wayâŚâÂ
She brushes her self deprecating thoughts away as she sighs, âLets just go.âÂ
ââThe fuck are you talking about?â
She ignores that question. Now standing from the bed, she removes her scarf as her braids come falling around her face, edges still sculpted perfectly as she pulls on some house slippers, going to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
His eyes follow her as she stands, his mood now more than just sour. She really thinks that his thoughts have changed because of a baby bump? He loves her, and nothing about her looks or her body would ever change that.Â
But just like herâhe wasnât in the mood to argue. He swings himself off the bed, running a hand through his messy black hair. His irritation grew the more he thought about her comment.
When they finally make their way into the kitchen's dining area, Seioni politely greets the workers as they place their food against the table, Toji glaring behind her as he sits, quickly greeting the family, âMorning.âÂ
He sees Megumi sitting at the table with Celeste, rubbing his eyes as he whines softly. When he sees Toji, he raises his arms up, the first time of him wanting his fatherâs attention since theyâve been here.
He looks to her aunt, âDid you wake him up?â
âWe did. Eating together is tradition, that includes sleeping babies! We woke Seioni and Nova up every morning around this time to eat breakfast, tired or not. You have to get used to getting up early,â SaanaĂ tells him.Â
âHe has trouble sleeping, I donât need him waking up if heâs finally asleep. That makes him irritated throughout the day, and he wonât stop fussing,â Toji says, voice filled with annoyance from what Seioni could read. She lightly places her hand over his.
Her touch manages to calm him down a bit, although his irritation was still there. He was just happy that at least she was calm, he didnât want her stress levels to go up.
âHeâll be okay, nothing a pacifier canât fix!â Her aunt then chimes in, an uncomfortable tension now in the air.Â
Seioni then lightly passes, âWeâre trying to get him off the pacifier, Aunt Celeste.âÂ
Her mom takes a fork, digging it into her toast as she shrugs, âHeâs a baby. No need to do all that extra shit and go by his schedule, youâre the parent. Heâs gonna cry regardless. Let him.â
Seioni presses her lips into her mouth. Here they go, she thought.
 As she went to respond to that, Toji leaned forward as Megumi still had his hands out for him, the two year old whining as he cradled into his fathers arms. He leaned his head against his shoulder with his thumb now in his mouth.
How was she going to tell him how to raise his own fucking kid?Â
Seioni looks to her father and brother, knowing how her aunt and mom could be. They thankfully catch her quiet call for help as Noel says, âSo, whatâs the plans for today, Oniâ?âÂ
âI was thinking me and Toji could look at some venues in Maui, I really am thinking about a wedding along the beach, as long as it isnât too hot,â she tells them with a soft smile, clutching her fingers in Tojiâs thatâs under the table, feeling the tense in his body.Â
âYouâre doing that today?â Her aunt blinks, âGirl, we have plenty of time for that. Why donât we go jet-skiing! Or swim with the turtles?â
âOoh! Jet-skiing sounds nice as hell!â Her mom agrees, the both of them clinking their mimosas together.
Nova then chimes in, âYeah, momma. That sounds cool. But you wouldnât wanna go see some beach venues?â He tries to reel both women back in, seeing as this is what his sister wants, and Tojiâs eyes narrow as they try to force their itineraries on her.
âNot really. A beach wedding is simple anyways, honey,â Seioniâs mom shakes her head, âYour father married me in a beautiful cathedral, with angels, cherubs and renaissance paintings all against the walls. You should want more than that.â
That makes Seioni blink for a moment, her hand going lax in Tojiâs. She knew how her mom could be, wanting things for herself and putting them onto her daughter, she just wished this wasnât the time she did that.
His fingers twitch under the table, his irritation only growing as the conversation continued. How could they just disregard her? Didnât they care about what she wanted?
âWell, umâmaybe you guys can just go jet-ski and me and Toji will look for venues?â She then suggests, âYou can take Megumi, Iâm sure heâd enjoy the water way more.â
âGirl, this is a family vacation, meaning weâre all supposed to be together. Youâre coming,â her mom finalizes, her aunt then saying, âToast to that!â The both of them once again clinking those stupid ass mimosas. They were obviously tipsy.Â
Eyes fall onto Toji who then stands from the table, holding Megumi as he says, âIâm gonna go try to feed him upstairs and put him down for a nap.âÂ
Seioni could feel her fiancĂŠes annoyance. She could feel the frustration radiating off of him. But she knew he was trying to hold his mouth for the sake of her family.Â
She gives him a weak smile as she says, âOkay,â accepting the peck of his lips against hers before he makes his way upstairs.
âToji can be a grumpy ass man it seems,â her mom points out, not realizing how irritating sheâs being.Â
âItâs just hard for us to get Megumi to sleep at times, Momma. Him being woken up this early dismisses the schedule we have him on,â she tries to explain.
âHeâll be okay,â her mom waves her hand, âThereâs a lot weâre going to be doing, you both just need to relax a little bit.â
"And it's not all about Megumi," her aunt adds, "You have to think about us. We want to spend time with you, too."
Her eyes narrow slightly as she tries not to get riled up, "I knowâŚâ
Her mom takes a sip of her mimosa, her voice lowering, "But just think, is your fiancĂŠe seriously gonna be happy with a beach wedding?"Â
Seioni can feel her shoulders tense as her mom puts doubt into her mind. She can see what sheâs trying to doâmaybe itâs starting to work.
âHeâs happy with whatever I want, Mom,â she pulls a braid behind her ear, âThe whole reason we came to Maui was because he knew this was one of my places I wanted to get married.â
"Really?" Her aunt's voice is a mix between disbelief and surprise. "That man is happy with whatever you want?"Â
Her mom shakes her head, "You really have him whipped, huh?"
âI need to get my husband like that,â her mom then laughs loudly, her aunt then chiming in, âI need all three of my men on my knees like he is!â
âSaanaĂ ,â Seioniâs father scolds, Nova pulling out his phone to dismiss himself from this entire conversation.
Seioni blinks back and forth between them, feeling herself becoming irritated as well. If she let them go on for too long, they started berating everyone around. It wasnât fun.Â
Seioni presses her lips into her mouth as she says, âIâm gonna go take my medicine, we can meet back down here in the next hour for jet-skiingâŚor swimming with the turtles, yeah?â
Her mom gives her a sly smile, taking another sip of her mimosa, "Mhm, sounds like a plan, honey. Take your meds and we'll see you soon."Â
Seioni's dad places his hand on her shoulder, Nova looking up from his phone, giving her a nod, agreeing that everything would be fine. Hopefully.
She could hear her mom and aunt both say, âBeach weddingâŚâ another laugh, another clink of those fucking mimosas.Â
As she makes her way upstairs, she opens the door to see Toji sitting at the end of the bed with Megumi as he holds a bowl of eggs towards him, the tv along the wall playing a cartoon that they usually watched together.Â
Toji raised the scrambled eggs in his hand as he gestured to the baby, âEat-eat?â
Megumi stares at the bowl in front of him, his eyes wide as he glances between Toji and the eggs. There's hesitation on his expression, as if he isn't sure if he wants to eat the food or not. Then his stomach growls, and he makes a face.
âNo, Eat-Eat,â he pouts, rubbing his eyes, getting eggs within his hair as his tiny fingers rub his face.Â
âEat, eat,â Toji says again, a hint of impatience in his voice. He tries to guide the spoonful of eggs closer to Megumi's mouth, but the little boy turns his head away, refusing to open.
Seioni sighs as she closes the door. Toji looks at her, watching as she crosses her arms over her chest, a blank stare in her face as she keeps her eyes against the floor. The entire tables conversation replays in her headâshe felt like this trip was slowly taking a turn.Â
âNo hungry, Oniâ,â Megumi says to her, pushing the spoon away that Toji holds to him.Â
Seioni sighs, âEat-eat, Meggie. Then, go to bed? Yeah?â
Megumi blinks again, a deeper pout coming on his olive cheeks, skin deepening in red as tears gloss his eyes. He pouts, âPaci,â his own way of trying to say Pacifier. Toji shakes his head, âDonât want you to cry, papa. Please eat-eat.â
He sniffles, leaning forward as he opens his mouth, Toji making a blowing sound with his lips to gain his attention, pushing the spoon within his mouth as he finally accepts the eggs. He watches as Megumi then takes the small bowl he has, beginning to mush the eggs together before shoving them into his mouth, crumbs falling all along the bed.
âYouâ good?â Toji then takes his attention towards Seioni.Â
She presses her lips in as she nods, âYeah. Iâm fine.â
"You don't look fine," he says bluntly, his eyes lingering. He knows her better than that.
âIâm justâŚmy mom and my aunt are just drinking too much,â she brushes off, âThatâs all. I donât want Meggie to be irritated and sleepy all day, I justâŚwanna go look at venues.â
"We'll go look at venues," he assures her, his voice gentle. "We can go to every fuckinâ venue on this beach, baby. Whatever you want.â
Seioni takes in another breath. She wanted this vacation to be perfect, and for everyone to be happy. She didnât want to be a pregnant bridezilla.Â
She shakes her head, giving a fake smile as she sighs, âWeâll go jet-skiing, and swim with the turtles. Itâll be fun! We can check out the venues tomorrow.â
Itâs unfortunate he could see right through her.Â
"You sure about that, sunshine?" he asks, his voice laced with sarcasm. "We donât have to do anything you donât want to, and you can tell your family that. You donât have to be scared of them.â
She glances over to Megumi whoâs now laying on her side of the bed, slowly dozing off as he keeps his eyes upon the show he watches.Â
She crosses her arms again as she frowns, âWho said I was scared? Iâm a grown ass woman, Fushiguro.â
âI didnât say you werenât. But you donât have to let them walk over you.â
âAnd Iâm not?â
âOkay.â
âOkay, so drop it.â
âOkay.â
âOkay.âÂ
With that, she ignores the smack on his lips, Toji standing to shower, going around her as he pulls his shirt off of his upper body. She doesnât even jump as the door slams behind him. She keeps her arms crossed, feeling like this was their first argument since theyâd been here. This wasnât going as well as she thought it would.
The disagreement between her and Toji made her feel weird. She didnât like fighting with him, and now silence filled the tension for the next hour as they got ready for a day at the beach. She thought about her family, her mom, her aunt, she just wished that everyone was on one accord. But more importantly, she didnât want to be at odds with Toji.Â
She watched as Megumi was now fully dressed but asleep on the bed, Toji still within the shower as she was left alone to stare at herself. She stood in a royal blue bikini top and bottom, golden seashells clasped beneath the material under her breasts. She turned to the side, seeing her belly poking out in a way that made her feel huge. She could feel her eyes watering.Â
Why couldnât she stop feeling like this? Why did she wish she was within her regular body, feeling confident and sexy? For herself? For her fiancĂŠe? For herself?
She pulled her hair behind her ear as she heard the bathroom open, now feeling Tojiâs broad frame beside her, his arms coming around from behind. Her body immediately leaned back against him.
She said softly, âI feel likeâŚI donât belong in this bikini.â
His muscles flex as he pulls her in closer to him. He leans down, his chin resting on her shoulder as he looks at her through the mirror.Â
"Why do you say that?" he asks, his voice gruff but gentle. "You look fuckinâ perfect, baby."
She keeps her eyes down, not wanting to make herself cry, âI donât knowâŚmaybe I should put something else on.â
"You don't have to put something else on," he says, his voice low. He brings his arm around her shoulders and neck, kissing her ear as he says, âYouâre the most gorgeous woman on the planet.âÂ
She holds onto his arm, âYou have to say that. Youâll be my husband soon.âÂ
âAnd Iâll say it a million times until you know I mean everything I say. Cut that self-deprecation shit out.â
She jumps lightly as she feels his palm slam along her ass, a breathless laugh leaving her lips as she rubs the tears that are trying to form in her eyes.
âIâm okay,â she convinces herself, bringing her eyes up as she says, âYou look nice.â
Toji smirks as she glances up at him through the mirror, her eyes raking over his bare chest and the towel hanging low on his hips. Itâs obvious how sheâs trying to change the subject, but he doesnât mind.Â
âDonât start flirting with me now, Iâll blush like a school boy,â he teases, his eyes glimmering with mischief as he grins at her reflection.
She laughs softly, leaning her face into his arm, inhaling the scent of his cologne. She then whispers, âI donâtâŚI donât like when we fight.â
âNeither do I,â he agrees, his voice quieter now. âYouâre not scared of your family,â he says, repeating the point he made earlier, âBut donât let them walk all over you, yeah?â
She nods her head, tilting her head to look back at him, âYou love me? You wonât throw me into the ocean with the fish?â
Toji grins down at her, his eyes sparkling as he leans his face closer to hers. âI love you, momma. More than you know,â He then chuckles lightly, pretending to ponder over her question. âI may throw you in the water later, though.â
She rolls her eyes, leaning up as she kisses him again.Â
The rest of the day had gone more pleasant than either of them expected, assuming the chaos of this morning would roll over into the day. Instead, the family enjoyed their time together. They went out to the water to jet ski, Seioniâs mom and her father on one, Nova by himself, and Toji pulling a fearful Seioni on his own while Celeste and Megumi watched from the boatâCeleste taking videos, per usual. Seioni shrieked as they sped on the vehicle, holding onto him tightly as he perfectly maneuvered throughout the crisp water.
He gunned the engine, causing the jet ski to leap forward, Seioniâs screams and giggles piercing the air. Everyone cheered as they coasted along the water, exploring the sight of the island, seeing the beauty of it from this perspective. When they were back on land they tried out Hawaiian snacks, Seioni for a moment seeing her mother and Toji getting along, cracking jokes with one another in a way that made her happy. She knew him, her brother and her father would immediately click. But to see Toji become close with her mom and aunt, it made her feel warm.
As the sun began to set and the sky turned brilliant hues of orange, pink, and gold, Seioni's family gathered for a barbecue dinner on the beach. They had cooked burgers and hot dogs on grills and set out side dishes and beverages on a long table. Toji sat next to Seioni, one arm around her chair as they all enjoyed the meal together.
In the soft flickering light of the torches and the glow of the sunset, Seioni found herself feeling a sense of peace and contentment that she hadn't expected to feel on this vacation.
They laid out along the sand as they were in a vicious game of Uno, her aunt and mom on their third fruity drinks, giggling as they talked shit to each other.Â
Seioni rolled her eyes as she put down her card, âThe color isâŚred!â
Toji laughed as Seioni declared the color, her aunt and mom groaning with frustration. The game had been going on for a while now, with all of them getting progressively more competitive as the drinks continued to flow.Â
"You guys need to pay attention," Seioni teased, unable to contain her smirk as she watched her mom and aunt pout. SaanaĂ rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink as she said, "We're trying."
Her aunt chimed in with a scoff, "Yeah. It's not our fault that the colors are confusing, especially at night."
Toji chimed in, his voice laced with amusement, "Or maybe yâall are just tipsy as hell.â
âRed looks orange to me!â Celeste shook her head, Nova saying, âOrange isnât even a color!â
The group burst out laughing at that. As they continued to place their cards down, Megumi sat beside Toji, playing in the sand. He stood on his small feet to get a better leverage on the castle Toji had helped him make earlier, but as he leaned against the sand, he began tugging at the shorts he wore, reaching for his diaper.
Seioni notices him tugging at his bottoms, calling him as she asks, âMeggie, go potty?â
He looked at her, nodding vigorously, âPotty.âÂ
He attempted to get up, but his small feet immediately sank back into the sand, causing him to lose his balance and stumble back down. Toji chuckled, reaching out to scoop him into his arms as he swiftly tugged his diaper open, catching a waft of stench in the babyâs pants.Â
âFuckinâ hell, Meg. Why didnât you say potty? You donât want to get a rash,â he talks more to himself, knowing Megumi couldnât actually respond. Megumi babbles, wrapping his arms around Tojiâs neck to hide himself, always becoming shy when he had an accident, knowing theyâd been trying to get him on the toilet.Â
âThatâs because he can barely speak to say he needs to shit. Maybe yâall shouldâve taught him that,â Seioniâs mom says, and it almost feels like an insult. With the way everyone went quiet, it probably was.Â
âMom,â Seioni warns, âHeâs two. Heâs not gonna speak like the rest of us. He makes gestures when he needs something.âÂ
âOh donât give me that age bullshit, you and Nova knew how to speak perfectly at two. Knew colors. Even could count to fifty. Itâs about the parent, and their lack of teaching to their child.â
Toji narrows his eyes, letting his mouth draw first as he questions, âThe fuck is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âToji,â Seioni scolds.
âMy kid is doing perfectly fuckinâ fine, last time I checked,â Toji sharply replies, âWeâre good as fuck over here.â
"The toilet exists yet he still shits himself!" Her mom retorts back, and Toji has to bite his tongue, holding back the urge to curse this woman out.Â
âJust say he isnât fully developed. You donât have to give excuses, we can teach him something you might not be able to,â SaanaĂ finalizes, taking another sip of her wine cooler.Â
Luckily, Seioniâs dad interrupts the growing tensionâbefore Toji can rip this womanâs head offâhis gentle voice trying to diffuse the situation. "Hey, hey. Let's not start fighting. Meggie's just fine.â
Seioni then agrees with a frown, âHeâs doing just fine for his age. Youâre tipsy.â
âDonât tell me what the fuck I am, little girl! Iâm a grown ass woman, I can drink when I wanna drink!â
âDonât think âcause you got a lilâ family you can start talking to us crazy!â Her aunt pipes in.Â
Seioni presses her lips together, watching as Toji then stands from his spot, taking Megumi as they begin making their way back towards the villa. He was upset with her for not only saying anything back to her family, but not defending him, knowing if he defended himself it would cause problems.
Her brother helps her stand from her spot before she follows Toji back into the villa, making her way upstairs as she finds him changing Megumiâs diaper.Â
âBabyââ
âNah. Donât do that, Seioni. You know that shit was disrespectful as fuck.â
âI know that,â she says back, stepping farther into the door.
âYou just sat there and let them say that about Megumi? What the hell is wrong with you?â
Seioniâs eyebrows lower, ââThe fuck do you mean by that? I canât control my momâs mouth, nor my aunts. I didnât expect them to say any of that, Fushiguro.â
âIt ainât âbout your mom,â Toji snaps, his jaw clenching as his tone gets louder. He hates how sheâs now addressing him by his last name, and with an annoyed grunt, he adds, âYou couldâve at least said something about it. Defend us. Me. Something.â Â
âYouâre a grown ass man, Fushiguro. You couldâve told them something, you didnât seem too afraid to start snapping up on my mom the minute she started talking about Megumi. Letâs talk about your disrespectful, big headed ass!â She insults, coming closer to him, her head tilting up as he towers over her frame.
Toji scoffs, the corner of his lip lifting up in a sneer. âMy disrespectful, big headed ass? My disrespectful ass??â
âHow about your disrespectful ass not saying anything when your mom insults our family. Thatâs what has me pissed. You didnât stick up for your own motherfuckinâ so-called husband.âÂ
Theyâre going back and forth, not realizing that the rest of the family has entered the house. Her aunt and mother are too in their own world to hear the argument, her father trying to sober them up as her brother overhears.Â
Nova quickly comes upstairs as he then says, âHey, uhâI can take Megumi downstairs, Iâm gonna make some smoothies, I think heâll like it?â Trying to make sure the baby wasnât within the room for their argument.
Tojiâs eyes dart towards her brother as he appears, watching as he extends his hands towards Meg, reaching to pick him up. Toji nods and hands the child gently over to him, watching as he leaves the room.Â
When heâs out of sight, Tojiâs attention turns back to Seioni, focusing his scowl back on her. His face is stern, his hand running through his hair as he speaks, his voice quieter.Â
âYou shouldâve said something. Anything, Seioni.âÂ
âSo all of this is my fault? Letâs not act like you donât have a fuckinâ mouth on you that I have to constantly put on a leash. What she said was wrong, but to point fingers at me? Fuck that, and fuck you!â
Those words hit right where he didnât want them to, and a bitter laugh leaves his lips as he shakes his head.Â
âThis is what the fuck I was talking about. Iâve been so patient with your family. Your mom. Your aunt. Waking me up early as fuck as if Iâve slept, letting them walk all over you and tell you what to do as if you arenât a grown ass woman. My fuckinâ woman. And now, telling me how to raise my kid? Iâve really been sparing your ass on the civil fact that I donât want to get into it with your people. I love you too much to do that.â
âOh, Iâm supposed to be thankful on account of that? For not cussing out my mom and aunt? Man of the fuckinâ year, arenât you?â She tilts her head, her body practically fuming as she becomes more pissed off, âYouâre right. Theyâre a pain in the ass, I know that. Youâre smart as fuck to not fix your mouth to say some slick shit to my momma. But instead of taking your lashings out on me, be a man and tell them that yourself! You can use your words without talking out of your neck, Fushiguro!âÂ
âI am a fuckinâ man!â He shouts, âA man wouldnât talk out the side of his neck to your family! Iâm trying not to act an ass, but youâre taking me there. Theyâre taking me there. Stop talking to me like Iâm stupid as fuck, Seioni.âÂ
Seioni nearly flinches back at his tone, the anger seeping between them implausible. It's evident heâd been feeling like this for a while, and the reaction was worse than she wanted it to be. When she goes to open her mouth, itâs cut off by the sudden sound of screaming coming from downstairsâthey belonged to Megumi.Â
The both of them take off without question. When they take sight of the living room, they see Megumi standing in the middle of the marble, holding his arm thatâs welted red.
âWhat happened?â Toji snarls, Seioni immediately picking him up, her heart beating as she says, âWhat happened to your arm?â
âI looked away for two seconds and his little bad ass put one of his toys in the toilet, and now itâs overflowed!â Her aunt shouts, the look on her brother and fatherâs face full of shock.
âDid you hit him?â Seioniâs eyes go wide, Megumiâs heavy crying filling her ear as he leans into her chest.
Toji thought he was going to have to kill someone. He saw red, only focused on the welt within his childâs arm. He looks to her mom as he squints, âHave you lost your fuckinâ mind? Why would you hit him? My fuckinâ child? Are you fuckinâ stupid?â
âHe needs to learn! Yâall donât seem to be teaching him shit! putting goddamn toys in the toiletââ
âThat's for me to teach him!â Toji yells, deep voice having the entire villa shake, âYou donât get to tell me what the fuck to do about my kid! You and your insolent ass sister have too much liquor in your fuckinâ systems to have some sense!âÂ
âAye, watch your fuckinâ mouth when youâre talking to my mom,â Nova warns, Seioniâs brother now glaring at Toji.
Toji was done.
âOr what, huh? âThe fuck are you gonna do?â Tojiâs fists clenched, his muscles becoming tense as he looked at Nova. âYou wanna throw hands over your mom, you go right ahead. Iâll make you swallow your motherfuckinâ teeth.âÂ
Chaos ensues at this point. Megumi was still crying, Seioni tries to hold back Toji who lunges at Nova, and Seioniâs father holds back Nova who cusses out Toji right behind her mom and aunt that do the same. She feels overwhelmed, her worst fears coming to lifeâher entire family was falling apart. It gets so bad that the villaâs host had heard them from his part of the house, coming in and taking hold of Megumi who nearly falls in Seioniâs arms from tugging at Toji.Â
âStop it!âÂ
Her voice screams out, gripping Toji fully, tears masking in her vision, her cries catching the attention of the entire familyâtheyâd never heard her raise her voice like that.
They all go silent, even Toji, who is breathing heavily. They all look at Seioni, and Toji is just surprised to be witnessing her on the verge of tears. Sheâd never looked so distraught.Â
The room is filled with silence before her voice speaks up again, this time much less aggressive, much more vulnerable, almost like she was begging to be heard.
âThis trip was supposed to be about me. Iâve been all over the place with this pregnancy, and the one thing I wanted was the support of all of you, and to enjoy my time here with my family, and yours all about to fuckinâ kill each other!âÂ
She raises her voice again, the entire room flinching, shocked to see her like this. She places her hand over her face as she sobs, trying to calm herself as she begins hyperventilating, âI didnâtâŚI didnât even get to see one venueâŚâ
The sight of her crying like this makes Tojiâs heart want to drop. He frowns, becoming more pissed off at how upset theyâve all made her.
âBabyââ
âNo, Fushiguro. Everythingâs justâŚfucking ruinedâŚâ she continues to cry, high pitched as she gasps to try to control her breathing.
Toji swallows the lump in his throat, his chest feeling heavy as she speaks. Sheâs right, this was supposed to be about her, a time for her to get away from all the stress of pregnancy and relax. But instead, they all got wrapped up in their own emotions.Â
Everyone feels a pang of guilt. The silence is heavy as Megumi blinks within the hostsâ arms, seeing Seioniâs tears, trying to understand her emotions.Â
âOniâ, sad?â
She hears the small voice, her focus now going back to him. He shouldnât have had to see the bullshit of this situation.Â
With that, she politely takes him into her arms, cradling him as she begins making her way out of the villa. Tojiâs deep voice calls for her, âSeioniâSeioni!â Â going to go after her when her father then says, âJust let her go, Toji. Sheâll be fine. She just needs time.â
Toji grinds his teeth at those words, wanting to go after her. He hates leaving her alone when sheâs upset, but her father was right. She just needed some time. But that didnât make leaving any easier.Â
He sighs, running his hand through his hair as he closes his eyes, his jaw clenching as he looks back at her family. Nova looks upset, her mom and aunt looking somewhat guilty. No one dared to speak after their outburst, so the living room remained tense.
Seioni makes her way out onto the beach, going farther than she planned for herself to. She walked for what felt like almost twenty minutes, finding a small patch of rocks, a seating area with flowers surrounding it. She sees from afar as children play by the water, placing Megumi beside her as she clumps the sand up for his attention, just needing the comfort of him knowing he wouldnât have much to say. She then sighs, watching as the sun sets, placing her hands over her belly, rubbing gently.Â
âYouâre causing havoc before you even get here, Yâknow that?â She looks down to her stomach.
The evening wind blows as the sun slowly falls, washing over Seioniâs face, which is puffy and red from her previous tears. As she sits on the little rock, she speaks to her belly, the sound of her babyâs heartbeat filling her ears as she touches her stomach. She finds herself surrounded by tranquility, the soft waves of the water and the laughter of children bringing her comfort.
She then looks at Megumi, leaning her hand out as he wraps his small fingers around her index. She says softly to him, âOniâ love Megumi. And Papa.â
Megumi takes hold of her finger, his tiny hand around her index. His large round eyes look up at her, a look of curiosity within his gaze. His little nose scrunches as he tries to say something back, but nothing comes out aside from a few babbles, making his little pink lips pursed together.
She giggles, opening her palm as he pats his hand against hers a couple of times, blowing raspberries into his other hand. All of her guilt hits her, despite everyone being the cause of their own issues. She wished her mom and aunt hadnât been so rude at times, she wishes Toji wasnât so easy to anger, but she also wishes that she had stood up for him, for Megumi. She loved them both so much, and this was now her family as well. With that, she decides to sit in silence with Megumi, watching as the sun goes down.
                       â§âËâŕźâ§âË. đŚŕźâ â§âËâŕźâ§âË. đŚŕźâ
A COUPLE HOURS HAD PASSED, and the family was becoming more nervous. When they realized that Seioni wasnât anywhere near the villa, they also found out she didnât have her phone. They sent the host to go look for her, Toji nearly about to have a nervous breakdown as he thought the worse.
âIâm sure sheâs fine, Toji,â Noel tells him, trying to get him to relax.
âShe doesnât have her phone, and sheâs on an island sheâs never been to. Pregnant. With fuckinâ Megumi,â heâs angry, heâs unsure why, he just wants to see her. Make sure sheâs okay. Was she lost?
âTalking to her while sheâs still upset wonât do anything but make shit worse,â he reminds.
Her mother and aunt sit along the couch, now drinking water instead of their usual mimosa or wine cooler. They both feel bad about the way theyâve been speaking to Seioni and her fiancè.Â
Her aunt sighs, âLookâweâre so sorry, Toji. Everything that happened was justâwrong. Our control issues, hitting Megumi, trying to tell you what to doâYouâre a good father, and will be an amazing husband.â
Her mom then nods her head, âSheâs right. Weâre happy to have you in our family, Toji. Weâre so sorry about everything thatâs happened.â
Toji exhales deeply, the words from her mother and aunt bringing him a sense of comfort, though he's still anxious as to when she'd return. He glances out the windows, the sun fully falling now in the distance.Â
"We can talk about this later, but I appreciate it. I just wanna make sure my wife is okay.â
âWeâ cool too, right? I only was about to fight cause you were talking crazy to my momma, although it was fair. She get on my damn nerves too, youâre cool as fuck, though,â Nova finds his way of apologizing, his mom smacking the back of his head for his words.
Toji lets out a gruff sigh and turns to Nova, giving him a small nod. He didn't blame the guy for being protective, he probably would've done the same thing. His words get a small laugh from him.Â
"Weâre good. You were trying to look out for your mom. I can't blame you for that.â
Tension comes off of everyone, and the room feels lighter. But one thing remained the sameâSeioni was still missing.Â
Another hour and a half passed, and Toji was now frustrated, still worried, but even more irritated. She entered back into the villa without saying anything, holding Megumiâs hand as she let him walk. Â
The minute she closed the door, Toji was the first one to speak up, âAnd where the fuck have you been?â
He couldnât help it. He didnât mean to be harsh, but he missed her greatly. He was scared shitless for anything to happen to her.Â
Seioni lets go of Megumi, crossing her arms over her chest as she looks at Toji, not replying to his aggression.Â
Her mom takes that notion as she stands, âHow about we all go take a walk on the beach and let these two talk, hm?â
Nova swoops Megumi into his arms, everyone practically flying out of the houseâincluding the hostâclosing the door behind themselves. Seioni then begins making her way upstairs, Toji nearly breaking his neck as he watches her walk away from him, saying nothing. He of course follows behind her.
âSo Iâm not talking right now? âThe fuck am I being ignored for?â
âIâm fine, Toji. Okay? Iâm fine, you see? Iâm here,â she clarifies, âI just needed space.â
"You've been gone for damn near three hours. Excuse me for being worried.â He snaps back, his worry slowly becoming anger. He steps closer towards her, his voice still low.Â
âWhat if something happened? You didnât have your phone, alone on an fuckinâ islandââ
Her usual response wouldâve been to snap back at him. But she can see the tense in his shoulders, the drain in his face. She comes forward, bringing her hands to his face as she pulls him down, âHey,â she says softly, âIâm fine, Fushiguro.âÂ
She knows heâs not angry at herâ he was terrifiedâand didnât know how to show it. She can feel him nearly shaking, wrapping her arms around his neck as she inhales his scent.
 She says quietly, âI missed you too.â
When she grabs his face, he almost flinches, not anticipating the action. But as soon as she speaks, his shoulders slightly relax.Â
He feels her arms around his neck, and his arms instinctively go to her waist, his hands grabbing her hips as he tugs her body against his. He buries his face into her neck, breathing her in as he feels himself shake. His voice is hoarse as he talks, not pulling away from her just yet.Â
âI was scared as hell.â
âIâm sorry,â she apologizes, âI justâŚneeded time to think.âÂ
Her tone makes him replay everything thatâs happened on this trip, and he feels guilty, wishing he wouldâve been more upfront about his feelings, wishing it hadnât gotten this far.
âIâm sorry too,â he says, his voice quiet. His hands tighten around her hips as he moves his face close to hers. âI shouldâve been honest.â
She then pulls him back down, clutching him as if she feels like he would pull away at any second. She muffles into his shirt, âYouâre a great dadâplease know that. Youâll be an equally amazing husband, baby.â
He closes his eyes and buries his face back into her neck, his chest rising and falling as he tries to slow his racing heart. Her words bring comfort to him, and they make him feel better, but he canât stop feeling guilty about whatâs happened.Â
âI love you. I love you so fuckinâ much,â he grunts into her neck.
âI love you too,â she says softly, âIâm sorry Iâve also beenâŚdistant. Iâm justâIâm not used to this whole pregnancy thing. I feel likeâŚIâm not as attractive as I used to be.â
He listens intently as she speaks, feeling her breath against his neck. He pulls back to look at her, seeing the look of vulnerability across her features. It makes his chest clench tighter, seeing the insecurity in her eyes.Â
âYou are,â he says, his voice firm yet soft, âYouâre sexy as hell, baby. You couldnât change that even if you wanted to.â He gently touches her face, his eyes staring into hers.
Here go those tears sheâd been trying to hold. Seioni gives a weak laugh as she quickly tries to wipe face, Toji brushing her cheek as he drags his hands down to her throat, clutching her forward, his eyes growing dark as he can feel she doesnât believe his words. Â
He grunts, âCâmere,â clutching her lips under his mouth. The aggression makes Seioniâs breath hitch, her tears spraying along her cheeks as she feels his body radiating a feeling she hadnât endured in a whileâlust. And he had been so patient with her.
âTojiââ
 Her voice is of a desperation he hadnât heard in a while, her legs feeling weak as his lips are against her neck, quipping a match along her skin, blazing a fire within him. God, heâs missed the sound of her.
The way his body heats up as he kisses her, he canât help but feel overwhelmed with desire, and it only gets worse the more tears fall down her cheeks. He has to show her what she means to him.Â
She squeals lightly as he effortlessly wraps her legs around his hips, carrying her over towards the bed. Her eyes stare right across from the large mirror within their room. Her reflection. A heart beat thumps in Seioniâs chest as he raises her legs over his shoulders, dropping down onto his knees, ache, hunger within his eyes as hers are closed.Â
âKeep your fuckinâ eyes open. Look at me.â
Her gasp couldâve shaken the house. He shoved her dress back, his tongue instantly dragging up her core, moaning against her like she was a desert he hadnât tasted in a while.Â
âBeen wanting your pussy in my mouth since we got here, Baby. Fuck.âÂ
Seioni legs tremble to where she couldnât control them, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she gripped his hair, kneeling back as her chest faltered. His head bobs up and down, slurping against her pussy in a way that makes a loud sound against the room. Her body quivers as she whimpers, âOâOhâfâfuck, baby.â
Toji growls against her, the vibrations sending shudders through her body. His hands move to grip her thighs, holding her in place as he continues to devour her. He pulls back momentarily, panting heavily as he looks up at her. "You're so fuckinâ wet," he groans, his fingers tracing circles on her inner thigh. âI missed the taste of you."Â
Seioniâs body buzzes as his head quickly dips back down between her legs, his tongue delving inside of her once again. He uses one hand to spread her opening wider, allowing his tongue to explore every inch of her. He licks and sucks at her clit, nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh before moving lower to lap at her entrance.
She feels flustered, her face warm as she looks at herself within the mirror. Her large belly, her flushed cheeks. She closes her eyes again. Her heart skips a beat when she feels one of his hands snake up through her body, pulling her face right to the mirror across from them, spreading her legs wider.Â
His free hand reaches around to cup one of her breasts, thumb rubbing over her nipple through the fabric of her dress. He leans in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers, "So beautiful... I want to fuck you everywhere..."
Her breath hitches in response, âBaby, IâŚâÂ
âThatâs not my name,â Toji grunts, bringing his face back down, sucking her clit into his mouth, groaning as he shakes his head from side to side, digging his lips deeper against her arousal that begins collecting against his jaw.Â
He holds her leg up by the ankles now, âLook at me eating your pussy, fuckinâ love every second of it. You taste like heaven. Canât fuckinâ get enough of you.âÂ
She nearly throws her hands over her face, the warmth going into pure heat as she whimpers, âStop it, Fushiguro,â shuddering as he deeply kisses her core, dragging his tongue down to her opening.Â
âShut the fuck up. Gonna put my tongue in you so deep, baby. Wanna see you squirt on my face. I miss that shit.â
She gasps, placing her hands back in his hair as he does exactly what he promised, spitting against her core before he takes it back into his mouth. He then pulls back, sticking his tongue out as he pushes it into her opening, listening to it squelch. He moans right when she moans, spreading her legs wider, rolling his jaw forward as he fucks his mouth deeper into her.
Toji continues to feast on Seioni's wet folds. He can't get enough of her taste, his tip throbbing painfully against his pants. The sounds she makes only serve to spur him on, driving him wild with lust. He feels her grip his hair tightly, her hips bucking against his face as she tries to chase her release.
He pulls back momentarily, panting heavily as he stares up at her. His eyes are glazed with desire, his lips glistening with her juices. He grins wickedly as he sees the desperation in her eyes, his own need mirrored there. "Not gonna stop until you cum all over my face," he growls, diving back in with renewed vigor.
The feeling is all too intense for her, body shaking as she messily groans, âMmmâfâfuck,â it transferring out into a gasp and whine, her lower body relaxing as she cums into his mouth, not giving her enough time to enjoy the feeling of him eating at her. The reaction makes him arrogantly chuckle, her body jumping more as he spanks her in response, âOoh, thatâs fuckinâ good baby. Youâre sensitive. Youâre gonna cum on my dick just like that.â
She feels like she could black out at any moment, holding onto him for dear life as he brings his attention back up to her clit. He then takes two of his fingers, sliding them deep into her. Her pussy pushes out air as a reaction, her head falling back as she whines in response, staring down as she whimpers, âFushiguroâŚâ
"So fuckinâ tight," he groans, his free hand reaching down to unzip his pants. His tip springs free, already leaking pre-cum, needing her.
âFingers feel too big,â she whimpers, the longing of anything inside her making her feel a pinch at just his fingersâshe wasnât sure what she could handle.Â
âIâm gonna stretch your shit out, give you the dick youâve been crying for,â he grunts, his fingers slamming into her, sloshing against her walls, erogenous and fluttering around his palm.Â
âMissed your fuckinâ pussy, baby,â he leans down, giving a gentle kiss on her thigh, âYouâ missed me?âÂ
Seioni let out a deep breath, nodding her head as she whimpered out, âMissed you so much, baby.â
His eyes go dark, reminding her, âThatâs not my name. Youâ know my fuckinâ name. Say that shit.â
She felt herself falling apart already, her mind and body feeling fuzzy as she spreads her legs wider, âKeep eating my pussy,â she begs to him, another spank palming along the back of her thigh.
His eyes came up, âYouâre begging me now?âÂ
She nods her head, âWant it so bad,â she whimpers.Â
âNo you donât. Keep fuckinâ begging.â
She holds him by his hair, grinding her pussy against his face, sucking air into her mouth as his tongue delves in and out of her, the spread of her legs feeling so good. She felt like an addict, suddenly needing more from him.
His smirk grows wider at her response, his fingers digging into her thighs as he keeps going. His tongue swirls around her clit before sucking it into his mouth, humming in delight at the taste of her.
âNâNeed more of you so fuckinâ bad, baby. PleaseâŚâ she begs, bringing her hands to where her legs are, holding them up herself.
 It makes him chuckle, âYouâre fuckinâ nasty, baby,â grunting, spanking her in repetitions.Â
When he comes up, her arms feel numb as she tries to grip onto him, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he huffs to her, âTaste yourself,â gripping her throat.
He can feel her shaking, her body trembling. It had been a while since she felt this good, a slight pressure releasing, but not fully. As he stands, he clutches her by her hair, pulling her to where she gets on her knees, dragging her back towards the edge of the bed as he says, âYou know how I want youâget on all fours.â
She complies, almost missing this side of him, the primal, animalistic side he tried to hold back with her pregnancy. She obliges, pressing her palms and knees against the bed, arching herself to the best of her ability. Her cheeks feel warm as sheâs still looking directly at herself.Â
He briefly pauses his dominant gestures as he asks, âYouâ okay, baby? Need a pillow so youâre comfortable?â
She blinks, then nods her head. That didnât feel like enough to him.Â
âUse your fuckinâ words,â he commands with a grip to her hair, his palm lightly patting against her face. She nods, becoming more aroused as she says softly, âYes, please. Thank you, Daddy.â
Itâs all heâd been looking for.Â
He takes a pillow as he places it under her belly, giving her another soft kiss, then making her entire body jump as he spanks her with his palm. She watches as he removes his shirt, her mouth practically watering at the sight of him. She places her hands along his hard stomach, running her fingers down as she moans, âMissed you so-so much, baby.â
Sheâs tugging at his pants, unable to help herself as sheâs pulling his dick from beneath his boxers, already wrapping her lips around his tip. Her eyes are feline, mischievous as she wraps her fingers around the base of him, bobbing her head as she begins to seductively suck.
She sticks her tongue out, slapping it along her taste buds that makes him smirk down, tugging her hair as he gently smacks his hand along her face, âMissed my dick like that, huh?âÂ
She nods her head, the shyness she had before trying to break its walls down. He groans as she pulls her head forward, shoving his dick into the back of her throat, filling her entire mouth as her eyes roll to the back of her head, jaw lax as she chokes. It makes his head tilt back, gritting his teeth as he reaches forward, slamming his palm against her ass.
She pulls him out of her mouth as she rotates her hand against his tip, âWant you to fuck me from behind, please.â
In a way, he feels evil. Purposely wanting her in front of the mirrorâhe loved watching her, and he loved to make her watch herself.Â
Heâs now behind her, making sure the pillow is directly beneath her stomach, pressing kisses along her neck, clutching her throat from behind. He then pulls himself up, his broad frame large above hers, eyes dark as he watches her face.Â
Seioniâs hips jerk as she feels his tip in between her folds, swollen and calling to pull him in.Â
They both listen to themselves, a tight clutch returning in the mess of her hair as he slowly and agonizingly pushes into her. Her eyes fall close, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her. She digs her teeth into her lip, desperately trying to hold back the music that wants to spill from her mouth. But as he wraps his fingers around her throat from behind, mouth by her ear as he says, âWanna feel just how much you miss me,â rolling his hips deeper into her, Seioniâs eyes roll to the back of her head, a whine shivering from her lips as she cums again, gushing out after several seconds.Â
His fingers somehow slide into her mouth as she loses her mind, moaning incoherently as she pants against his palm, eyes striking back to the mirror. Toji groans against her throat, sultrily laughing as he begins dragging her back onto him, grinding his hips forward, listening to their skin clap together.Â
âShit,â baby,â she moans onto his fingers, Toji against her ear as he grunts, âYeah? This all you wanted?âÂ
He clutches her mouth, the bite of her teeth is the grip he has on her, Seioni only able to hear the way their skin latches onto one another before letting go, wanting to hear it again, again, and again.Â
âFuck, Daddy,â she whines, unable to hold her mouth back, feeling like she was about to spiral.
Her body felt on overdrive, it being so long since she felt this type of pleasure. Her eyes watch them within the mirror, Tojiâs broad frame practically shadowing hers, tugging her back onto his abdomen, the sound within the room too filthy to listen to.Â
She turns her head slightly, her eyes looking up to his as she trembles, âMissed youâŚmissed you inside meâŚâ
Toji growls, "You don't need to miss anything, baby." He rolls his hips, pushing his length deeper into her warmth. "Just let me take care of you.â
She then whimpered softly, ââŚFeeling a little uncomfortable though, baby,â the position making her back begin to ache from the arch of it, an unfortunate case from her pregnancy.Â
He obviously didnât want to hurt her, taking the pillow and laying it horizontally, positioning her body to where she now lays on her side against the bed. He positions himself behind her as he holds one of her legs upwards, making sure the both of them are still reflected into the mirror.
His hand rubs over her stomach affectionately, positioning his tip between her folds from behind, his palm coming between her legs. He then lifts her outer leg, finding her clit and rubbing gently as he asks, âFeel good, baby? Need to stop?â All while peppering kisses against her neck. She grabs his hair from behind, moaning softly as she nods her head, âIâm okayâŚKeep going, please.â
He groans deeply as he thrusts into her, his hand reaching around to cup her breasts. He continues to move in and out of her, his thrusts deep and powerful, lips attaching to her ear, the feeling making her shiver. When his hand clasps back around for her throat,her eyes appear back open, seeing the sight in front of her. His broad frame captures from behind, holding her leg with one hand, clasping her throat with the other, eyes dark and hooded, grunting within her ear. She realizes just how much this man found her attractive, and it made her more horny. He loved her.
âLook at you,â he talks within her ear, holding her down as he snaps his hips, âSo fuckinâ pretty, so fuckinâ needy for me. Missed youâŚso fuckinâ much babyâŚâ he grunts out the last words, it slipping into a moan, Seioni turning her head, sticking her tongue out in a way of asking for a kiss.
He leans down, capturing her lips in a rough, passionate kiss. His free hand reaches up to grip her hair, pulling it slightly as he pushes his dick deeper inside of her.
When her eyes fall down to the bed, Toji grips her face, pointing her directly at the mirror as he says, âFuckinâ gorgeous. Gonna have all my kids, my fuckinâ wife.â âÂ
His voice makes something within her feel emotional. All of her insecurities melted into her brain, her eyes feeling like they were close to filling with tears as she moaned within his mouth, clutching his face in her hands as she whimpered, attempting not to allow herself to cry.Â
âDonât cry, baby. Youâre too pretty for that,â he grunts, yanking her hips back, âCry causeâ Iâm fuckinâ you so good.âÂ
She whimpers again, âYouâre just saying all that âcause you love me.â
He chuckles, "Maybe." He continues thrusting into her, his pace unrelenting. His hand leaves her hip, moving down to her clit where he begins rubbing circles around it. "But mostly 'cause you're driving me fuckinâ crazy," he growls, nipping at her earlobe.
She twists her head, raising her face to meet his mouth as she trembles, âLâLove you so muchâŚâ
âOnly other times youâre sweet and shit,â he says against her ear, listening to the way she trembles out another gasp, âIs when youâre about to cum.â
He takes one hand as he places it along her shoulder, the other on her hip, eyes dropping down to watch the way her ass bounces onto his abdomen, leaving a collection of arousal each time he digs deeper into her.
 He groans, feeling his own orgasm approach rapidly. He lifts her off his dick momentarily, lining himself up before slamming into her harder.
It makes her gasp deeply, her legs quivering to where she tries to press her palm onto her thigh to stop the shaking, feeling a hand grab hers, holding it up to her throat and trapping it along his palm as he fucked her even harder.Â
His lips are against her ear, heavily breathing, his own stomach forming butterflies. He tries to suppress the low moan that drops from his mouth as he talks, âAll that creaming on my dick, need you to cum.âÂ
Her voice is gone, eyes flutter shut as she canât stop hyperventilating, talking through her gasps, âGonnaâ cum, DaddyâŚâ
He snarls, his grip on her wrist tightening. "Then fuckinâ cum on me, Mama," he orders, his thrusts becoming brutal, âWould give you another fuckinâ baby if I could. Pussy isâŚâ he grunts, a sound she hadnât expected coming from him, a whimper as his eyes tightly shut, âSo fuckinâ good, baby. Fuck. I love you.â
That sound sends her over the edge. Her entire body halts as she goes quiet, hearing the sound of herself gushing out, orgasm taking over her entire frame as she hides her face within the sheet, sobbing as he continues slamming her ass down onto his hips. The hand still on her neck drags up to her jaw, forcing her eyes back to the mirror again.Â
âFuckinâ love looking at youâŚâ he pants, âAll mine. Gonna be all mine, canât fuckinââŚâ he whimpers again, âCanât wait, baby.âÂ
He then turns her head, swallowing her sobs as he thrusts harder, clutching her face as he moans into her mouth, it was the hottest thing sheâd ever seen. A warmth fills her, their breaths collected together as they pant heavily.
She could still feel Tojiâs hand upon her face, dragging his thumb against her jaw, taking in the way she looked at the moment. Vulnerableâconnected to him.Â
âYouâre gonna be an amazing mother, baby.âÂ
Her eyes come open as she hears that, blinking at his words. It felt meaningful to her, she couldnât have asked for a better partner. She takes his hand as she kisses it, turning over as she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
As they laid in each otherâs embrace, the soft sounds of their breathing filling the air, Tojiâs fingers danced along her body. He traced every curve and line, committing every inch of her to memory. He couldnât help but feel grateful for her to be in his arms. The woman of his dreams was in front of him, in his arms, with their child growing in her womb.Â
The moment wasnât ruinedâ but felt to be cut short as it sounded like the door opening to the villa. They heard the voice of her brother call, âAye! Scream if yâall in here fuckinâ!â
They then heard the sound of a smackâNova getting palmed in the back of his head by her momâ as she says, âShut up! Just cause you canât get none doesnât mean they canât!âbut if yâall are in here having sex, have some decorum! Thereâs a baby in the house!â
Toji grins into Seionâs neck as he hears her mother smack her brother. He presses a gentle kiss into her throat as he chuckles, âThere goes your loud ass family.â
âUnfortunately,â she sighs, accepting the kiss, âWe should get dressed, Iâm starving.âÂ
âWhen are you not hungry, Pac-Man?âÂ
âOh?â she blinks, âThat was a fat joke. Iâm gone!â
She holds her belly as she begins coming off of the bed, Toji trying to hold back his laugh as sheâs waddling around, searching for the dress she previously wore.Â
âYouâ laughing? This shit is funny?â
âNope,â he raises his hands up, âYouâ mad? Donât love me no more? You were just calling me by my second naââ
âFushiguro!âÂ
âWhy are we going downstairs? We can always stay up here and discuss why I think this baby should be named Toji-Seioni-Megumi-Jr?âÂ
âIâm never speaking to you again.â
âThatâs cool. We got time.â
Seioni groans as she continues waddling for the bathroom, throwing her middle finger up as he sarcastically blows a kiss at her. She was annoyed within the moment, but one thing she could agree toâthey had time. An eternity of it.
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LET MY FINGERS DO THE TALKING â TOP MALE READER X TRAFALGAR LAW
synopsis. law can't figure out why you're ignoring him. yeah, he's aware that the both of you are in the middle of a party, in public, but he's drunk n' horny as fuck and he wants you so bad. it'll just be cruel not to give in to his demands! wc. 2.1k
tags. sub! ftm! law, service! top! reader. reader secretly fingers his pussy in public, exhibitionism, nothing too hardcore, established relationship, modern!au, some dirty talk, begging, dry humping, fingering lawâs pussy: the fic
Parties could be tolerable, Law reluctantly admitted, if your boyfriend wasnât currently ignoring you.Â
The bar was filled with rowdy chatter, shitty college kids without any regard for their organs drinking themselves silly (cough cough, a certain red-haired money-loving witch and a one-eyed swordsman), dancing to some lacklustre pop song that had made a hit back in the late 2000s and never since. Law couldnât even recall its nameâit was a testament to how wasted he was.Â
Anyhow, a party wasn't his usual definition of entertainment, but it was good enough of a distraction. Tolerable, per se.Â
What the un-fun part of parties was, aside from his poor tolerance of alcohol, was that they distracted something else. You.
You had been intentionally ignoring him for the past twenty minutes, too absorbed with talking with your friends and having fun without him. And the worst part was, you were the one who invited him to this in the first place. Frankly, he wouldnât care to be here if it wasnât for you, and yet you werenât even talking to him.
âPrude. Jerk. Bastard,â he cursed under his breath, downing his seventh cup of watered-down beer and crunching up the plastic before stalking over to where you were sitting.Â
âHey sweetheart.â You raised your head, greeting him with a smile, but that was all the acknowledgement he got before you turned back to your friends and started laughing about something Law was sure wasnât more important than he was.Â
Law was fucking pissed, drink and temper-wise. You were going to pay for your ignorance.Â
Then again, climbing into your lap and whining into your ear wasnât exactly the best way to get your attention nor execute his petty revenge, but Law was drunk and horny and anything but rational right now.Â
He slung his arms around you, starting to kiss your neck wetly. âY/n-ya,â he whined. He made sure to be quiet, loud enough for you to hear him over the music, but not enough that anyone else around you would. He smirked as he saw the tips of your ears redden, but that was all the response he got.Â
Not giving up just yet, he moved to kiss and lick at the sensitive spot behind your ear, deliberately moaning softly as he did so, and that succeeded in making your breath stutter.Â
Much to his displeasure, however, you placed one hand on his hip, squeezing lightly as though to express your disapproval. He frowned, wriggling to get closer to you on your lap.Â
âAre you ignoring me?â he griped, slapping his hands on the sides of your face and forcing you to look at him. âWhy are you ignoring me?âÂ
âLaw,â you murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. âNot now.âÂ
He shook his head stubbornly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he started to grind down on you. âBut Iâm horny now,â he cried out. âWant you now.âÂ
âLater,â you whispered to Law, trying to keep him still, but he only bucked his hips against you harder.Â
You blushed furiously, shooting your friends a pleading glance for them to leave. Thankfully, they got the memo, but they didnât leave without making kissy faces and wolf whistles, to which you scowled at.Â
Law, however, was too out of it to even register their departure.Â
âPleasee, y/n-ya.â He sucked a hickey onto your neck, trying his best to press every inch of himself against you. You seized in a breath, still pretending to be disinterested, but it was clear that your dick wanted something else with the way it strained painfully against your trousers. âPlease, okay?âÂ
You were about to refuse again, but then his hand tightened around your wrist, guiding it to his crotch. You gave him a questioning look, but then he pushed your palm against his clothed cunt, rubbing it over the damp fabric, whining softly to let you know just how much he wanted this, needed this.Â
You cursed under your breath, dizzy from the amount of blood rushing to your face. âLaw⌠we canât. Not here.âÂ
âJust a little bit,â he bargained, âIâll be so good, y/n-ya.â Â
You wanted so badly to just bend him over the counter and have your way with him, but you had the decency to remind yourself that you were currently in public. There were people all around you. Sure, most of them were too drunk out of their minds to notice or care, the music was blaring and it was dark enough to hide whatever would happen between the two of you, but that didnât make this okay.Â
You froze when you felt him slowly roll his hips, letting out little whimpers as he started to ride your hand.
âMmpfh, ah, y/n-ya⌠y/n-ya,â he chanted your name between moans, one hand gripping your shoulder for leverage while the other crammed your hand against his pussy, using it like a sex toy. Law was looking at you with an obscene expression, eyes glazed over with pleasure and want and he looked so fucking good.Â
Just a little, you found yourself thinking. Just a little would be okay, right? Right?Â
âPleasee,â Law whined, tears forming in his eyes, âI need it so so bad.âÂ
It wasnât fair. No, it wasnât fair at all. How could you ever say no to him when he was begging you like this?Â
You were almost embarrassed by the way you felt your resolve crumble completely in a matter of seconds. âOkay, okay, fine. But you have to promise to behave. If weâre going to do this, weâre going to do it my way, yes?âÂ
He nodded dumbly, now moaning and whining quietly into your ear, mimicking the noises he would make in bed while you fucked him into the mattress. His hips shifted forward until he planted himself right on top of your hard-on, continuing to grab your hand and rub your thumb against his clit. âI want you inside me,â he gasped. âWanna feel your hard cock insideââ Â
You clamped your free hand over his mouth, heart going overdrive, and it was a miracle at this point but no one had overheard. That, or they were pretending not to have.
âI thought you were going to behave,â you hissed. âJust my fingers, and then Iâll give you anything you want when we get back home. Can you behave for me now?âÂ
Law whined a yes, pulling back to lick and suck at your fingers lewdly while you pulled down his zipper. His panties were drenched with slickâa clear sign of his arousal, and you stroked his entrance through the cloth, lightly dipping a finger inside.
âYouâre so wet,â you breathed. âDoes this turn you on? Doing it in public?âÂ
âNo, no⌠âs all for you,â he moaned around your digits, ây/n-ya. Sâwet only for you.âÂ
You exhaled shakily at his words, having not expected that. Drunk Law was dangerous, you realised.Â
âKeep saying shit like that, and youâre going to get us caught,â you muttered, pushing his panties aside to reveal his soaked cunt. Fuck, he was so pretty, above and underneath.Â
You rubbed your thumb in slow but meaningful circles on his clit as he whimpered and shuddered. âDonât tease, hnn, just put it in alreadyâŚâÂ
âBe patient.â You pushed a digit past his folds, the glide smooth and easy with slick coating his walls. You crooked your finger to loosen him up, sliding another one inside to feel out the filthy stretch.Â
âMore,â he demanded, rocking his hips to try in a futile attempt to take your fingers deeper.Â
You pulled out the fingers he was sucking on with a wet âpopâ while continuing to scissor him lazily with your other hand. You reached under his shirt to fondle his chest, rolling his nipple between your spit-soaked fingers before giving it a sharp pinch.
âY/n-yaâŚ!â He jolted in your lap with a startled whine, head falling to rest on your shoulder. âHngh, not so suddenâŚâÂ
You ignored his protests, murmuring into his ear, âLower your voice or you wonât be getting any more than this. That is, unless you want them to hear.âÂ
Law shook his head, eyes blown wide with lust, and he stuffed the front of his shirt into his mouth to muffle his moans. He could be good for you when he needed to be.
Pleased by his reaction, you started to pump your fingers in and out of him. You set a slow yet consistent pace, and he tightened his hold on your shoulders every time you curled them. His thighs were trembling with the effort of holding himself back, trying his hardest not to grind back against youâit was almost cute how the threat of taking away what he wanted gave you so much power over him.Â
âSo good, baby,â you praised. âI think you deserve a reward for that. Do you?âÂ
âYes,â he whined through the makeshift gag. âPlease.âÂ
You grinned. He was being so obedient today, you couldnât help but spoil him a little. Hand trailing down to grip his waist and hold him in place, you suddenly flicked your wrist upwards with your other hand, crushing the pads of your fingers directly against his sweet spot.Â
Law jerked violently in your lap, sobbing out a profanity. His shirt had slipped from his lips, but you continued to rub incessantly at the same area, hearing him let out broken whine after whine through clenched teeth, legs shaking from the overstimulation. âSâgood,â he slurred, âdonât stop, please, pleaseââ
He wasnât exactly being quiet and good like he promised, but seeing Law lose all semblance of control from being pleasured just by your fingers was such a turn-on that you couldnât bring yourself to stopâthe prospect of being seen only added to the excitement.
You started to pump your fingers faster, your other hand reaching down to play with his clit, pinching and massaging the nub as he wailed out.Â
You were about to warn him about his volume, but then a sharp pain on your shoulder made you seize upâyou realised he had bit you to smother his desperate noises. His walls were spasming around your fingers with every thrust, and even if you couldnât see his face, you knew exactly how much of a fucked-out mess he looked like right now, had seen him lost in pleasure way too many times to count that the sight had engraved itself into your mind.Â
Fuck. This was so hot.
âAre you close?â you asked, and he whined a yes, biting you harder in response. âGood. Youâre so good. Kiss me, baby.âÂ
He complied, reeling back to clumsily press his lips against you, letting you kiss him wet and rough and hungry, swallowing his needy moans. âClose, close,â he panted, and you fucked your fingers into him harder, tongue slipping into his mouth as he responded to the kiss sloppily, drool trickling down his chin and neck. âIâm gonna cum, y/n-ya, pleaseââÂ
âCum for me, Law.âÂ
Law shivered at the authoritative tone at the same time as you rammed your fingers into his sweet spot, hard. With a muffled cry, he clamped up tight, cumming all over your fingers. Warm milky liquid gushed out from his abused hole in a flood as his nails dug into your shoulders so hard you were sure they were going to leave crescent-shaped scars, and you groaned out as well.
You continued to rub his clit roughly, milking him throughout his orgasm while he twitched and spasmed, letting out a sobbing keen of your name as his pussy gave another weak spurt of cum.Â
Exhausted, he slumped down into your arms, stretched cunt clenching around nothing. âY/n-yaâŚâ he panted. Â
âWas that okay?â you murmured, worry creeping into your chest. It wasnât your first time fingering him to completion and your sex life wasnât particularly vanilla, but doing it in a public setting was still new to you and adventurous for your standards.Â
Law gave you a tired look of disbelief. âI canât feel my legs. Was that okay?âÂ
You laughed at his snarky tone, kissing his cheek as you zipped him back up. âIâll carry you home and then Iâll make it up to you, yeah?âÂ
âMm⌠you better.â masterlist!
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first kiss with seventeen
seungcheol
gets all nervous
has been planning this for weeks
wants it to be so good so bad that he ends up colliding his forehead with yours when heâs going in
gets all red from embarrassment and makes you swear to never tell anyone about it (so of course you tell everyone)
âplease tell me that wasnât the worst first kiss youâve hadâ
âwell if thatâs what you want to hearâŚâ
jeonghan
makes you make the first move
can tell that youâve been wanting to kiss him since youâre always looking at his lips, just wants to make you work for it
will spend the entire day teasing you by getting close and then pulling away
you have to grab his face and hold him there to finally kiss him
he wonât ever let you live down the fact that technically you made the first move
âyouâre obsessed with me, huh?â
âyouâve been teasing me all day!â
âdoesnât change the factâ
joshua
extremely confident
just makes out with you when he feels the timing is right
canât get enough and will not stop kissing you
becomes a norm in your relationship for him to kiss you every second he gets
âwhy are you always kissing me?â
âwhy? canât i show my partner how much i love them?â
jun
shy shy shy
makes a whole romantic date and at the end he asks if itâs okay to kiss you
is soooo nervous that youâre going to say no, but of course you say yes
swears that fireworks explode when your lips touch
he is so whipped for you
âi think im in love with youâ
âwhat was that?â
âuhhh i think we need more glue!â
soonyoung
gives it no thought
just spontaneously kisses you when he gets extra happy one day
âbabe! look our song is number 1!â and presses a bunch of kisses on your lips
all he remembers is how nice it feels to kiss you
continues to kiss you whenever he feels like it and loves it twice as much whenever you initiate it
âsoonyoung! you just kissed me!â
âyeah! did you not like it? :(â
âno itâs okay, do it againâ
wonwoo
quite simple about it
will pucker his lips at you and wait for you to kiss him
wonât get embarrassed over it either
heâs in love with you! heâs not scared to show his affection
âwonwoo what are you doing?â
âwaiting for you to kiss me, angelâ
jihoon
heat of the moment kiss
everything feels so right
feels like heâd be doing you a disservice if he didnât kiss you
is the most gentle man on the planet and holds your face in his hands
will let you take control of the kiss, just this one time
youâll be grinning like an idiot
âwhat was that for?â
âjust felt rightâ
minghao
encourages you to kiss him first
you just got promoted at your job and youâre over the moon about it, so youâre celebrating with minghao
âyou can kiss me if you wantâ heâll say as if itâs the most casual sentence ever
you get all shy and press a sweet kiss to his lips
heâll take the lead
âdonât be shy, sweetheartâ
âyouâre just too handsome :(â
mingyu
heâll be sick and sulking because he wants to go on your planned date but he canât get out of bed
profusely apologizes but you wonât accept them because itâs not his fault!
when he wonât stop rambling youâll lean down and kiss him to shut up him
when you pull away he has a dopey smile on his face
âdo that again!â
âi canât risk getting sickâŚâ
âiâll nurse you back to healthâ
pulls you down to him, and pecks your lips a bunch of times
seokmin
#1 gentleman
wine and dine
âi totally understand if youâre not ready but, can i kiss you?â SWOON
makes you feel like the most special person on the planet
will still ask you if he can kiss you multiple times after that
âcan i kiss you?â
âseokmin weâve been together for a yearâ
âdoesnât hurt to ask!â
seungkwan
smooth so so smooth
youâll be playing a game and the prize is the winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want
seungkwan wins (of course)
pretends to think about what he wants even though he knows
âkiss meâ
âwhat?!â
âi won so i want you to kiss meâ
cue you being a blushing mess and giving seungkwan a light kiss
vernon
gets home from work one day and kisses you when he walks through the door
youâre shocked and heâs acting like itâs an every day occurrence
doesnât want to make a big deal out of it
(heâs secretly been wanting to kiss you for weeks)
âwhat was that for?â
âjust missed you, babyâ
this becomes a regular occurrence when he gets home from work now
chan
nervous as hell
wants to be smooth and he is!
until heâs not
accidentally bites your tongue (a/n: i have had a man bite my tongue before and it hurt for a week)
profusely apologies but heâs such a cutie, how can you be mad?
âiâm so sorry, do you want me to get ice?â
âno, chan, just kiss me againâ
does it right this time
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feel the rush.
tom holland x male reader.
đđđđđđđ. rushing a fraternity is highly-competitive, and all-so overwhelming. if it was up to you, you wouldn't have participated in the first place. fortunately, tom was here to provide you all of the shortcuts in receiving a bid to the greek life, as long as you did a bang-up job.
đđđđ. one-shot [ 5.5k ].
đđđđđđđđ. male reader ăł college!au ăł frat!tom ăłbrief alcoholic drinking ăł closeted!reader ăł reader is kinda religious coded ăł sexual content: top!tom, bottom!reader, breeding, kissing, spitting, blowjob (r!giving), humiliation, dirty talk, muscle worship, scent!kink.
âYou know youâre not exactly dressed for the occasion, right?â
The door closed behind Tom, sectioning you off from the party. The atmosphere of the event was tangible regardless. Strong beats throttled from wall to wall, tremors from a familiar song tickling your feet. Chants, albeit muffled, were resonant as you could only presume that someone executed a keg stand for the nth time of the night.
Chug, chug, chug, chug, and the crowd roared as if downing a keg of beer prevented Earth from being infiltrated by extraterrestrials. Granted, that was within the best scenario, in which alcohol and everything loud and deafening like university students wanting to fit in were highly toxic to those devious space invaders.
âWhatâhow do you mean? Rushing is pretty formal, isnât it? Thatâs what my mom tells me, anyway.â
You felt small from Tomâs comment, taking a peek at yourself in his mirror and shamefully finding nothing out of the ordinary with your white dress shirt, polka-dotted tie, and khaki pants. Though, you had to be honest. It wasnât a fair assessment, considering you were judging under the purple hue of his dim lights. The compact size of his room certainly didnât help either.
âYes and no. Obviously, you donât want to look like a slob. But you also donât want to stand out too much. Youâre not going to be a Greek if you wear Ralph Lauren from head to toeâthatâs obnoxious. It looks like your mum dressed you for the Lordâs Supper or someoneâs granddad, which is frankly the worst offender: donât look like a square.â
âThese are all I haveâduly notedâso, itâs okay to dress⌠like you then? Wonât I blend in with everyone else?â
Tom wore a snapback, a blue polo, and white cargo shortsâwhich was brazen of him considering the amount of drinking and bile you had seen before the party had even began. It was simple to replicate. If it was your motherâs judgement, she would have all the men and women cover up their legs and arms, while embarrassingly leaving you as the prime example of what a gentleman should dress like.
But your mother wasnât here, was she? Which meant, you could enjoy the holy sight of Tomâs biceps threatening to burst his shirt at the sleeve, his bulky chest at the placketâall for a little while longer before your intuition stepped in at the call of your mother, and forced those thoughts to scurry off.
That was ungentlemanly.
âThatâs the point. You blend in, which means you put in the extra effort to get you noticed by the brothersâby us. Outfit aside, I reckon youâre off to a mighty start. Could be a pledge if you keep this up. Iâm certainly noticing you,â Tom muttered after taking a sip of his beer, backing you with small, but imposing steps, until your ankles knocked against the footer of his bed, making you fall back. âHere, loosen up.â
He handed you his beer can.
âI donâtââ
âJust a sip to get in the mood. Not asking you to get blackout drunk here, Christ.â
âSorry, mama.â You tipped the can into your mouth and instantly, the first taste of lager made you grimace, your face and body shriveling up like the bitter bubbles in the back of your throat. âThatâs not⌠pleasant.â
âYou get used to it.â
You were an easy target, werenât you?
All you had to do was lurk around the party like a lost puppy, head and shoulders down as if the entire objecting of rushing was the complete opposite of being noticeable, and then Tom came around to your aid. He flashed that confident, gorgeous smile of his, immediately knowing youâd do anything to receive a bid from anyone at Alpha Kappa Psi, to be a pledge, without ever doing the hard-work of politely boasting about yourself to complete strangers.
Using your body was easier.
âYouâve done this before?â Tom took the can out of your hand and set it on his desk. He joined you at the foot of the bed after, his thigh touching yours. Then his hand on your knee, rubbing to simultaneously appease those nervous twiddling fingers of yours, and to warm you up.
âYesâbut donât tell my mom, all right? She doesnât know that IâmâJust⌠a couple of hook-ups back at home. Nothing much.â You nervously laughed to fill the silence, watching Tomâs hand warm your knee in gentle strokes that seem to ascend closer to your thigh with every cycle.
He stopped at your inner thigh. âI donât plan on it unless you do a bad job. And/or your ass somehow rips my dick off and I need someone to take accountability for your actions.â
Your body straightened when Tom began kneading at your tender skin. âNot funny, I mean it.â
âRelax, Iâm not telling your mom. Itâll be funâŚâ With one smooth motion, Tom turned his snapback around, the visor facing the back, and his mouth lowered to the shell of your ear. âAnd if I can be honestâŚ? It turns me on knowing youâre hiding such a dirty secret from your poor mother.â
There was a shuffling, and then a firm grip on your nape that made your breath hitch. Before your instincts to pull away could react, Tom drew you in for a pressing kiss.
You breathed in, sucking the taste of liquor into your lungs, and trailed after the sweep of his lips. His nose smashed against yours, you could practically hear him inhaling you, and you barely got a sound out before your lips were pushed apart with Tomâs wet tongue. He tasted of familiar lager, yet certainly much more appetizing than drinking from the source itself as you pressed closer to him, welcoming him into your mouth with messy licks to the slithering muscle.
âMmâŚâ
Electricity shot up your spine when his tongue began properly mingling with yours. Sparks ricocheted off your cranium, then back down to your toes, where they flexed and brought the rest of your legs onto Tomâs bed. Heat flushed through your veins, the kiss all-consuming like Tom had needed your moans to survive. He drew you in closer, holding you close, exploring your mouth with his. You let out small whimpers and pressed into him, drowning yourself in his groans as your hand experimented with desperate tugs and kneads to his growing erection. He licked and nipped at your lips in revenge, countering your touch with a much more brazen hand down your khakis and briefs, toying with your bare chub in his palm.
âHad my eyes on you since you walked through that door,â Tomâs breath spilled over your neck, kissing at the stretch of skin in between the seconds of stripping your clothes off and his after. âYou stuck out like a sore thumb. Have no idea why you thought you even had a chance, but then I thought about it for longer, watching you stick to the walls, observing everyone, drinking our punch. I knew you werenât as innocent as you looked.â
You were lost in this sanity. Your lips were swollen and nearly numb from use, but it wasnât a bad feeling. They tingled in all the right ways, sending signals to your exposed cock, throbbing out in the open air after many clumsy movements of shimmying yourself out of your pants and briefs.
You helped Tom with his clothes, fingers swiping across his muscular back when you pulled off his polo, palms brushing over his toned thighs when it came to undoing his shorts. Surprisingly, no briefs to remove after, which made you even harder, even when you were nearly assaulted in the face with the spring of his erection.
All of Tom was impressive, especially his hard, thick cock.
âMom told me to make some friendsââ
When Tom returned his grasp onto your nape and pushed your head toward his groin, you lost all semblance of self-control. He held you close enough to smell his cock, but far enough to deprive you the pleasure of having him in your mouth. He smelled salty, something of sweat that made your nostrils flare for more, so you pushed your head. You sniffed, lowering yourself until your nose was buried into his heavy balls, and inhaled your curiosities.
The aroma of Tomâs musk was familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time. It was intoxicating. The scent was strong and pure when you pressed in. It was here, a pungent assault to your nose when you took another indulgent breath of his sweaty balls, and your senses went haywire when Tomâs fingers dug into your nape, scraping sweet lines of fire across the nape of your neck, and pulled you over his leaking cock.
Your inability to control yourself was as much of an arousal for Tom, judging by how his cock was twitching with every breath you took to fight off the urge in gulping him down.
âWow, you really are a mommaâs boy, arenât you? Bet you have her constantly in your mind, telling you whatâs right from wrong, donât you? Tell me, whatâs she saying while youâre sucking me off?â
âI donât know whatâmmf!â
Just like that, your mouth was full of Tomâs smell, full of him, god. Your eyes snapped shut and you choked down a moan as you took his thick cock into your mouth at the help of Tomâs bruising grip. One hand braced on his toned and flexed thigh while the other was wrapped around his shaft, holding him steady in your mouth. Your lips wrapped snug around him, hallowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue over veinsâmultiple veins that were the source of his pre-cum leaking into your mouth like a broken faucet.
Salt spread on your tongue, wakening every taste bud to an early bloom as you squeezed and stroked him at the base, forcing out more drips of pre-cum onto your tongue.
âFuck, your mouthâs so warmâŚâ His eyes widened at the warm and wet embrace of your tongue slobbering over his cock, groaning at the obscene sounds of your saliva spit-shining his shaft as he was leaning on his elbows. âGod, look at you.â
âIâm doing okayâŚ?â You gasped after pulling his cock out of your mouth, spitting out the thick, droopy web of saliva that connected your lips to Tomâs shaft back over the plump, swollen glans. You looked up at him for approval, wide-eyed and dazed, recovering from the stretch Tom had provided your mouth seconds prior.
When you needed a breather, you licked at the underside of his cock, tending to the inches you couldnât possibly fit inside of your mouth with multiple tantalizing strokes of your hand. You spread your spit thick over his hard flesh, massaging every spit bubble until his cock and balls were moisturized with the slick of your mouth.
âBetter than I could imagine, honestlyâŚâ Tom marveled with a chuckle, exhaling slow and deep from his gut to seemingly keep himself from spilling too early from your unrelenting strokes. His toes wiggled in his socks, a tic you found yourself simpering about because it was rather the opposite of Tomâs imposing demeanor.
He pressed two fingers against his own tongue, slicking it up with spit, before shoving them into your mouth to get a second opinion on your cock-sucking skills. Tom hummed, his hand removed from your nape to hold your chin up while he watched you take his fingers, pumping them in and out of your tight, sucking lips.
He seemed pleased.
Somehow, it was more intimate sucking his fingers off. Tom was staring. He had always been, which made you nervous since he introduced himself to you. But he was staring, as if he could control your every move with a simple look, as if he was capable of communicating with you without uttering a word. His lips parted, his brow raised, and you quickly caught on to reflect upon his wishes, diligently opening your lips to welcome a third slicked up finger into your mouth.
Right then and there, you figured Tom had taken your brain cells hostage and forged them to work in his favor. Whatever he wanted, you were absolutely pleased to do without a single complaint peeping from your end.
He pulled out embarrassing sounds that wouldâve gotten you stoned if your mother ever heard them from your room. His other hand worked on your leaking cock, massaging your testicles and palming the plump tip, because he canâbecause you let him.
You were Tomâs puppet, and your body was at his disposal.
âSee? This is fun, right?â
He slid his fingers out of your mouth ever so-slowly, the dim light catching onto the trail of spit that bridged his fingers and your tongue with a magical glint. They eventually lost their sparkle when Tom was quick to bring his hand to your ass and wet your exposed rim with a finger, circling the flesh at an excruciatingly slow pace.
âM-mmâŚâ
It was pathetic how deprived of touch you were.
Something as simple as a tease made you writhe on all fours. All it took was a lazy stroke of his finger for you to arch your back and draw your ass out. You couldnât manage more than a moan as Tom guided you flat on your stomach and himself behind you, continuing his taunts after freshly lubing his fingers and throbbing cock.
Upon the next turn, Tom had the generosity of delivering you of a fill that had been making your cock leak into his sheets, that had been making you rock your hips like you were an animal in heat.
After pushing your legs apart, Tom slowly slid one finger inside of you, his mouth opening in rapport, but also in wonder, as your tight hole welcomed his thick digit in with such warmth, your body locking up as pleasure entered your body.
âC-ChristâŚâ you hissed, thighs clenching and ass squeezing around the foreign intrusion. Something like panic, mixed with agonizing, desperate need, froze you in your place, yet you could feel your body melt, beads of sweat forming over the slope of your tense shoulders and back muscles. Every contact point of your body meeting his, from his firm hand kneading your plump ass, to the tender push and pull of his finger, scorched.
âI donât know, (M/N)⌠I donât know if you can take my cock. My finger can barely move. Might have to call it a nightâŚâ
The thudding of your heart muffled your ears as Tom pressed in another finger after slowly working you open. Upon instinct, you closed your legs, only for Tom to spread them back apart before your sweaty thighs could meet, keeping yourself exposed and bare under his direction.
You chewed on a whimper, your face pressing into a pillow in your arms while Tomâs two fingers curled and pumped deep inside of you. You felt yourself pulsate around him, the tight ring of muscle unrelenting in its grip around his fingers, but Tom was determined to break you, another digit joining the pair of fingers, demeaning the tightness of your hole with an obnoxious whistle while pushing into your resistance. âDamn, look at that hole⌠barely fitting in three fingers.â
âN-no, I can take it. PleaseâŚâ you gasped on an onslaught of curls, fast and repetitive until you were stretched enough for Tom to yank his fingers completely out of you and quickly feel withdrawal symptoms of his fill. Your thighs shook, your ass pushed out for more, your hole twitched in rapportâyou murmured a whine that you needed Tom to hear, but was too self-conscious to let it be known, so you settled biting into his pillow to resist your throat from spilling.
âSuch a shame. I thought you made the perfect fit for A.K.P., too.â
His touch was soft and exploring, smearing the sweat on your back over the expanse of your ass and covering it in a humiliating sheen that youâd reckon Tom was stroking himself to upon picking up on the lewd, slick sounds of lube sliding over something thick behind you.
âS-stop, stop, please. I-Iâve taken it before, justâgive me a chance, yeah? Please? Hear meâfeel me out?â
âYouâre that desperate, huh? Donât know if you need the pledge more, or my cockâŚâ
âYour cock⌠Tom, pleaseââ
âSo, you wouldnât mind if you received nothing in return, as long as my cock was inside of you? Fucking you? Breeding you?â
âNo, I justââ
No, no, no. I donât want you to stop. Please donât stop. Your ass communicated those pleas in desperate wiggles. A strong smack to your ass cheeks meant to halt you in place, but it only made your hips more fervent as you graciously backed into the thick of Tomâs cock, reaching back and giving him a needy pump or two, then slid him against your crack.
A needy moan escaped when you felt the weight of his cock sandwiched between your cheeks.
âSo, you donât want my cock? Iâm confused on what exactly youâre telling me. Hurry, before I lose my patience.â
You felt a stickiness to your rim. Peeking over your shoulder, you took a glimpse of Tom presumably tracing your hole with his cock and spreading his pre-cum thick over the smooth flesh. The small space grew humid with the tension between your body and his, heavy breaths adding onto the heavy air as Tom rocked into you, holding you by the waist, gliding his cock through the wetness of your lubed ass cheeks. His shaft rubbed over your hole, and your cock throbbed and leaked in between your legs at the chance that anytime nowâTom could breach you open, and fill you wondrously. Your hole clenched at the thought, aided by Tomâs hands pressing your cheeks tighter around his cock as it slid over you.
If only you could command your asshole to open, because you wouldâve taken him in by now.
âI want you inside of me, Tom. F-forget the pledge, I justâI need something, someone inside of me. Please, justâChrist, fuck me. Fuck me with your thick cock. Fuck your cum into me. Fuck my ass until Iâm nothing but a gaping hole dripping with your seed. Donât even care if we never see each other again, please, Tomââ
Your eagerness took Tom by surprise, making him chuckle and slap his cock over your blinking hole before resuming on sliding his shaft against your crack, hopefully for one last turn. âWho knew you had such a potty mouth?â
You donât know what drew you back to looking at Tom again. Maybe it was the hard, brawn structure of his body, cut straight from a sculpture of the most heroic Greek warrior. The firm lines of his abdominal muscles, or the way his snapback was adjusted backwards, emphasizing his soft, yet handsome looks. All in all, you didnât mean what you said.
You would absolutely care if you never saw him again.
He was too good.
His rough hands over your ass, smacking them whenever you would try to angle your hips in a way to fit him in, were too good. His delicate kisses on your neck, back, and shoulders, quelling the tremble of your limbs, were too good. His soft lips, when you and him met halfway until your mouths were exchanging breaths, making the effort of holding yourself still against him excruciating, were too good.
Tomâs lips ghosted over yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. You groaned as he supported your core with a strong hand, opening your mouth to take more. Every part of you, even the moisture in your body, wanted to touch him. You were sweating, drooling into his mouth, leaking into Tomâs palm when he wandered down to stroke your cock; all strong indicators that you were losing control, if you hadnât already.
His voice, as he murmured something about your body in your ear while he was gathering you against him, was too good. His breath forced itself between your lips, breathing out a supply of oxygen into your mouth, into your lungs, to prepare you for the inevitable, and you had never felt so fragile beforeâespecially so, when you found yourself quickly using up Tomâs oxygen when he pushed his cock into you without hesitation, without warning, your body hammered by a thousand needles in the process.
âT-Tom!â you hissed in a breath, but it only made the grip on your hips more strident when his thrust made you collapse back onto all fours. It wouldnât be surprising if your skin was blemished with bruises the very next day with the way his fingers dug into your flesh.
Tom was generous enough to let you adjust to his size, indulging in the warmth and tightness of your entrance with only the tip of his plump cock despite feeling like he had toppled your backside with all of his body weight. Even then, those minuscule ruts were enough to make you whimper out of agony.
âSo fucking tightâŚâ
Tom pulled himself out and spread your ass cheeks apart, marveling and silently wondering to himself how he was going to puzzle himself inside of you. Some spit would surely help. He licked his fingers, then pressed it over your swollen hole, smoothing the skin before pushing the tip back in, having only a tenuous grasp on his self-control.
After the burning mellowed with the help of multiple deep exhales and kisses from Tom, you felt yourself finally unravel the moment he moved his hips. Your fingers raked against his abs as you reached back to pace his hips, palm on his pelvis to keep from completely ruining you. A shiver ran down the length of your spine as Tom smoothed a hand over your back, then kept it at the lower half, pushing deeper into you while he held you still. You made a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, pleasured yet disoriented by the ample stretch Tom was providing you with. It gutted the fog of arousal, you could feel your hole instinctively pushing his cock out with overwhelmed pulses, but Tom was persistent, driving into you deeperâ harderâthe moment your body tried to resist him.
âDonât mind it hard, right?â Tom asked against your ear, gruff in between his slow, yet deep strokes.
âPlease,â you whimpered, barely getting the word out before Tomâs hand found its way to your mouth, covering it and holding your head back at the millisecond your answer registered in his brain, giving him the green light to pummel you relentlessly.
Your eyes popped open when Tom soared, bucking his hips wildly into you. Cries of pleasure, your whimpers and moans of being hammered with such overwhelming desire for your body, were muffled into the palm of Tomâs hand. He squeezed your cheeks, loud groans leaving your throat, and your torso arched into the mattress.
The brutal stretch was what youâd been needing. All this pent up sex drive that you had been harboring for so long came exploding out of you like molten lava, scorching your torso and all in effect. Your body was on fire, coupling with Tomâs as sweat dripped from his forehead, and somewhere onto your backside. Your mind emptied out while you hovered in the space between deprived arousal and complete ecstasy, only perfected by Tomâs cockhead screwing into your tight, clamping hole.
âOpen,â Tom demanded with a huff, and you did as you were told at the prodding of his fingers. You welcomed him in with the parting of your lips, luring each digit with the curl of your wet tongue. âYou like that? You like taking my hard cock like this? Fucking you open until youâre nothing but a hole? God, look at you droolingâŚâ
As Tom pumped inside of you at a steady pace, angling his hips so he stretched you wider, you suckled on his fingers as they remained hooked over your mouthâyou were starting to guess that he loved having them sucked, or at least, liked playing with the idea of having himself inside of you in more ways than one.
It was a messy affair. Pools of saliva leaked from either corners of your mouth. The smell of sex was thickening in between the heavy pants that you and Tom would collectively exile. It wouldnât be long until your body was drenched in sweat, and youâd come to realize that you wouldnât be alone in that department. Tom had his sweaty arm around your throat, pushing all of his body weight onto you and gutting you open with the deep hammering of his thrusts. His chest rumbled with wild growls as he pounded into you from behind, burying your hole to the root of his shaft, fucking you with the salacious sound of his heavy and musky sack slapping against your sweat-stained taint. You whimpered when his cockhead brushed past that sweet spot of yours, an unfamiliar feeling that you had no doubts in wanting to befriend.
âO-oh, thatâs s-so g-goodââ You bit into his forearms, the thick vein pulsing through looking appetizing, and you were glad you did it becauseâit was like an âonâ switch for Tom.
âTaking my cock so wellâyour mom would be disgusted, wouldnât she? Knowing her baby boy is taking a manâs cock. Want you to remember this. I donât care how many cocks you had before me. I want you to remember what my cock feels like, digging deep inside of you. And when Iâm done with you, I donât want you coming home, crying to mommyâbecause Iâll never be done with you. Once you get your bid, youâre fucking mine.â
This was it.
This was Tom at his peak performance.
And your body was at his mercy.
He pulled out, flipped you over, then hooked your legs over his shoulders before resuming in his relentless rapture.
You stroked yourself to the image before you, a tight fist around your aching cock, squeezing from base to tip, spreading your pre-cum down your already sticky length, while your other hand toyed with your nipples, playing with the perky nubs.
Tomâs muscular body dripped in sweat. His teeth gritted as he struggled to control his volume. Glimpses of the base of his cock would appear when he would pull out, only to be hidden by the trimmed hairs of his pubic hair when he would shove himself back in, veins of his large cock throbbing and basking in your warmth. Hard and strong kisses layered your ankles while Tomâs pecs jiggled with every thrust he made. Even if you werenât being fucked right now, you could get off to this. You could come right now, to the absolute bliss on Tomâs face as he buried himself deep inside of you, impaling you with his cock, moulding your hole to the shape of his shaft.
It enthralled you knowing how much pleasure your body gave Tom.
The squeaking of the bed roped everything together, gathering all sorts of noisesâlewd sounds of sex and delirious desireâlike a beautiful symphony. Your moans against his were the choir when Tom came down to kiss you hard on the mouth, sloppy and wet as he explored you open both ways. His tongue curious into your mouth and his thick cock rearranging your guts.
Your hands freely roamed over the expanse of his broad back, clutching and scratching at his back muscles when he curled his hips in a way that made you arch your body off the bed and knocked the breath out of you. God, he was so strong. So buff. You could feel his back muscles move in sync with his hips, flexing and flaring as he sank his cock deep into you. Your body stuttered, your eyes shut tight, tears nearly welling from the utter pleasure, shriveling as Tom would batter your prostate with better precision every time his hips came down on you. You couldn't be bothered to find the proper words to tell Tom how good he was making you feel, so you settled for a mixture of gasps, whimpers, and a daring scratch over the length of his spine.
That was telling enough, right?
Tom growled at the sting overloading his senses when you made your marks, grazing his teeth and lips over the palm of your hand when he reached back to take and hold the culprit of the forming welts before him. You and him shared a gaze, a kiss when he lowered himself and briefly settled on imposing you with strong, but slow and deep thrusts. To catch his breath. To catch yours. You both exchanged breaths, swapped saliva, explored each other's mouths, held each other hands, and the intimacy of it all made it all the more tranquilizing for you.
âGonna breed that ass of yours. Fuck, itâs perfect for me. Youâd like that, wouldnât you? Have your hole dripping, gaping, and raw? Maybe Iâll get the bros to look at the mess you made. Maybe theyâll want in on it and have a turn at your body, too. It could be your initiation, hm? Could skip the entire process, and be a Greek, as long as you let all of us breed you. How does that sound?â
âHoly, s-shitââ
You pumped your cock, a familiar feeling quickly bubbling to a high from the pit of your stomach, all the way to your swollen nipples, and you knew what awaited you as that sensation wouldnât falter. Your heart beat ran faster than the effort of caffeine. Even though it was muffled, the rhythmic beats downstairs were still resonant, and you were absolutely outpacing its tempo. The heat of Tomâs hands returned on your body. He caressed and rubbed your hips, thighs, chest, balls, and ass, all while he urged you to come.
âThere we go. Good boy. Keep fucking that fist. Yeah, fuckââ
His palms smoothed over your skin, up the sides of your body, thumbs pressing into either sides of your hips, then maneuvered you with his strength to meet him half-way into his strong thrusts. His biceps flexed, thick veins demonstrating his rush of adrenaline and sheer strength as he brought you down onto his cock with thundering claps, sweaty skin contacting sweaty skin, constantly assaulting your prostate with his swollen cockhead.
It both frightened and thrilled you, your eyes blown, and you felt yourself quickly spill, thick and heavy over your stomach, knowing you were at Tomâs disposal. You shuddered, watching the thick ropes of cum fly high before splattering and soon pooling at the plane of your body.
âIâm closeââ
âCome inside of me, pleaseââ
You were panting as your cock finished spilling itself all over your stomach and chest, as Tomâs big cock pounded in and out of you with such ease now, the weight of his hips coming down on you making you continuously bounce on the mattress.
âFuck.â
His breathing was even heavier than yours, laced with grunts as he used your ass like a toy, pulling hard and pushing you as he pleased, breaching you with the thick of his cock. His thrusts become wilder, sweat dampening his snapback as Tom mustered up the rest of his strength and energy to completely overpower you. His swollen cock dug deep, you could feel every veins about to burst. With a choke of your name, he delivered one more grandiose rut against your ass, the impact of his hips biting sharp into the back of your thighs, and filled you with his cum, burying you to the root.
âHoly shitâŚâ
âO-oh, godââ
Warmth spread thick inside of you, and you writhed and groaned as your hole swallowed another fat fill. Tomâs body goes slack, crashing into your arms immediately, and he moaned on each slow thrust, creaming you from the inside and out. You strained toward him in desperation, wrapping your legs around his hips to lock him in place, and reaching over to his ass to push him deeper, to urge him to keep breeding you as your hole held Tomâs sensitive cock with gratitude, taking his thick seed without hesitation, until his cock veins stopped pulsating.
As promised, Tom kept you impaled, rocking his hips and kissing you once more, soft and passionate, something of him owing you one laced in the way he smooched your lips and refused to let you reciprocateâbecause Tom never came like that before. His hand was tender on your cheek, stroking the dried stain of drool that was left abandoned when he pulled away to look at you, properly this time. You sighed, brushing the snapback off his head to let his scalp breathe, and pulled him in at the introduction of a sudden draft, your legs still anchored by his hips.
You lay intertwined, sharing deep kisses in between moments of recovery, where the post-nut clarity rendered you and Tom into fit of collective shy laughter, incredulous to the affair both of you had just engaged in.
âSo, you live on campus?â
âOhâyeah. East side, near TuringâŚâ
âFigured youâd be a science guy. Anyways, Iâll pick you up tomorrow morning. Give me your phone.â
âPick me up? For what?â
âChrist. Did I fuck the memory out of you or something? Bid dayâs tomorrow. It gets hectic, so I think itâll be better if you stick with me.â
âWonât that⌠be suspicious?â
âNah. Plus, I figured weâd get an early start on your initiationâŚâ
âYou meanââ
âFuck, yeah.â
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⸠PAIRING: Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley x gn medic!Reader (same reader from here, but this is a stand-alone) ⸠SUMMARY: You kiss Simon's very minor injuries. And then some. (Or, alternatively: He's not actually wounded. He just wants to see you.) ⸠WARNING(S): some graphic descriptions of old injuries ⸠A/N: Need to preface that this isn't smut despite how the title and summary sound. Anyways, Jo knows I listened to Hozier's Other Voices 2020 version of "Work Song" for a week straight while writing this. ⸠WC: 2k
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đđđđ, â he admits, low-timbered. It feels intimate, especially coming from him. Simon's sitting on the cot; it sags under his weight. He curls his hands over the edge of it as he leans forward. No casualties post-mission means he's got free rein to pick wherever he wants in the medical tent.
"Oh, yeah? What about?"
"That I should probably do my best to avoid injuries so I donât keep pestering you. Can always just tell me to fuck off, yâknow.â
âYouâre gonna break my heart if you stop coming around.
âMm,â he says in agreement. âCanât have that can we?â
You nod your head earnestly. âI like your company.â
âTryinâ to say that youâll miss me?â
âI would.â More than he knows.
Itâs routine now. He gives you just enough room, adjusting his position. You step into the space made between Simonâs splayed knees, his massive legs nearly bracketing yours with how close they are. Heâs bigger than you. Well, considerably more mammoth-like in his proportions compared to an overwhelming majority of the soldiers that youâve encountered, to be quite honest.
Simon acts as though heâs acutely aware of his size. You suspect that he purposefully makes himself smaller in your presence. Like now, how his shoulders are rounded forward, the column of his spine not as straight-arrow in that standard, militaristic posture most servicemen have adopted. As if he doesnât want to appear too intimidating. Not that Simon could, to you. Hours doing his stitches and idle chitchat on your part have taught you that heâs much less ruthless than people seem to paint him as. But you appreciate the thought anyway.
You conduct the assessment â a typical evaluation normal for combat casualty care, more in-depth than the one youâd done when he initially stopped by and you did a quick once-over for any obvious injuries. Though given the complete vacancy in the medical tent, you find it hard to believe that youâll come across anything on him since the mission went that smoothly.
The first thing you notice this time: he doesn't smell like spilled blood. It's different. Not that sweet, rusted iron of wet tackiness â the one that reminds you of a generous stack of two pence coins held between a pair of hands cupped together. He comes in that way a lot. Reeks, because war means that he's no stranger to charging through a shower of copper and lead-forged bullets out on the field. Everything else is still there, though. Maybe a dying campfire â crackling logs and blackened earth. Soft dirt excavated from a foxhole for cover while under enemy fire. All gunpowder and Marlboro Lights and diesel-fuel smoke. Fresh rain and a blue-violet sky after a storm. Victory without consequence.
You'd breathe it in if you could, pull the collar of his jacket up to your face. At this proximity, itâd be easy.
He drops the act when heâs in front of you. Lieutenant. Ghost. Battle-hardened, gruff. A natural-born leader. The kind of person to rip this world apart brick by brick â scraped up palms clutching onto broken pieces â to make sure that the plan is executed accordingly, no matter the cost. Itâs hard for him to shed that layer. A drop in the bucket of information that youâve gathered about this man.
Youâve seen him at his best. But you know him at his worst.
The laundry list of injuries over the years: blows to his torso and his back and his limbs that were brighter than technicolor â purples and reds and sickly yellow-green shades â deep, blotchy medals of violence decorating his skin like some kind of fucked-up kaleidoscope that was nothing to be proud of; when some bastard drove a knife right into his upper thigh, that dirty blade wedged through tissue and muscle which was sure as hell going to induce the nastiest infection without serious TLC and a tetanus shot; rib fractures 7-9 because he aborted an exploding heli, seconds to spare before landing on his side wrong from a height that was equivalent to three stories tall; old GSWs dotting his body the same way youâd shove push pins into a paper-flimsy map to mark the places youâve been to.
And then thereâs no contest for the top contender. đđĄđ¨đŹđ'đŹ đđ¨đŤđŹđ đđ§đŁđŽđŤđ˘đđŹ đđ #đ: when he was rushed in on a stretcher, barely clinging to life. Lower abdomen shredded by exploding shrapnel. He was outside of the window of opportunity. Too far beyond that golden hour, so his chances of surviving plummeted to a single-digit percent.
Heâs more than just a patchwork of scars. Thereâs a complex person underneath the surface. A miracle in the flesh to have toughed it out through all of that. Resilient. Perpetual. His callsign makes sense. Ghosts really do live forever.
Several seconds pass before you speak again. Itâs a silly comment, teasing â poking fun at him. You donât have any reservations when it comes to picking on Simon; heâs good about taking these things in stride. Funny, actually. Heâs got a dry sense of humor. âI think⌠you like the idea of someone taking care of you.â
His response isnât immediate. Itâs delayed, said with intention. He doesnât ever waste words. âNot just anybody.â
You nearly reel back at that. Warmth floods your face. You arenât quite sure what to say, didnât expect it. So you let the comment hang in the air between the two of you, busying your hands with slipping off his tac vest, triple-checking for hidden wounds, doing anything to keep yourself occupied while you stand this close to him in the wake of that remark. Youâre engrossed in your work, in search of a distraction.
(Heâs a distraction, isnât he?)
And then your eyes stop in their scan. Right there: a small nick on the exposed sliver of skin between his glove and sleeve â open to the direct path of some wayward debris that happened to graze him. So tiny. Youâve seen paper cuts more harrowing than this â wouldnât have even registered on your radar, especially if itâs being dwarfed by other critical wounds that hold decisive sway over somebodyâs fate when it comes to your average life-or-death scenario.
Of course, you take your job very seriously.
You feign a sharp inhale. âAh,â you say solemnly, guiding his arm up to your face for a closer look. âFound your problem.â
âIâve got a problem,â he echoes, voice laced with amusement.
âSee, you came to the right place. Anybody else wouldâve missed it.â
âThe verdict, then?â
âSo terrible. Earth-shattering, in factââ
Simon starts pulling away. âAlright, thatâs enough of you takinâ the piss outta me,â he gripes.
You chase his arm to recapture it into your grasp. âWait!â you say, huffing out a laugh. Your mouth sprouts into a wide grin that makes him roll his eyes.
âYou gonna treat me or what?â
Your humor bubbles away as you come back to your senses. Those once-loud peals of laughter start to die down when you take his question into consideration. Because thereâs really nothing for you to do; he doesnât need you.
The realization is slow-moving. It washes over you, rolls like waves as you finally begin to sober up.
Simon wants to be here, and heâs looking for any excuse to stay. He just canât find the courage to own up to it.
âI dunno. Might be unconventional,â you throw out casually, playing along. âRisky, maybe â never been done before.â
But heâs undeterred. âSure. Whatever you gotta do.â
You pause for a beat, fingers still wrapped around his forearm because you havenât managed to let go yet. His skin is warm under your palm. Youâre not sure what exactly possesses you to do it â emboldened by his encouragement, given complete carte blanche; heâs leaving this to your discretion. So you press your lips to that area where the cut is, right over his pulse point. If you had lingered for longer, you probably wouldâve been able to feel it thudding, that solid rhythm and easy strength reminding you heâs alive.
You expected him to withdraw his arm in bewilderment. He shouldâve kicked up a fuss about you violating his boundaries, shouldâve told you that you overstepped. Something, right?
But he doesnât do any of that. Simonâs studying you. Dark pupils. So chasm-deep that the ground beneath your feet might slip away. Ocean trenches, midnight-black like the charcoal smudged around his eyes. When they land on you, his gaze goes molasses-soft. Heâs fond; thereâs little room for doubt. The way he looks at you says everything. None of that usual coldness he harbors during an op. Instead, relaxed and more human than youâre used to seeing â all of his attention focused solely on you.
âWhere else, Simon?â you whisper.
Heâs thinking â carefully weighing his options â the same expression that he gets when a crossroads lies ahead of him and he knows his make-it-or-break-it decision will invariably affect the outcome of a mission.
After several moments, his hand comes up. Simonâs fingers curl underneath the hem of his mask; heâs been wearing the fabric balaclava more often since youâve fixed the stitching on it. Then he lifts â not the entire way. Just to reveal the bottom half of his face. There he is. Sandpaper-rough stubble. The sharp cut of his jaw. A mouth that youâre convinced wears a scowl 24/7 behind his mask but is now slightly twitched up.
Even though youâve seen it before, the sight of him never fails to steal your breath away. Feels like meeting him for the first time again. With how rarely he does this, it might as well be â that slow, heart-melting sensation is steadily filling the cavern of your chest.
And you lean in. Your lips brush against his; itâs a chaste thing â the kiss â if it can be called that. Gentle. Like how youâd stitch up his wounds with a light touch and kind intent. Heâs built of sterner stuff, but if thereâs anything youâve learned about him, itâs that heâs capable of breaking just as easily as everyone else. You always handle Simon with care: unequivocal compassion and empathy when thereâs so little of those left on this side of war â privileges that heâs never taken for granted.
âBetter?â you ask quietly, tipping your head in question.
Simon hums his approval â this pleased, low sound in his throat. His hand slides across your lower back. He tugs you towards him. âWouldnât mind some more attention,â he murmurs, before slotting his mouth over yours. And then he kisses you like it might heal him from the outside in.
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Omg I just thought of this, but what about S1 Rafe getting reader to try coke for the first time and they just have hot, high, intimate sex đ
lawdddd to have nasty high sex with himđ
CW: smut! 18+ only! cocaine use, fingering, piv sex, praise and slight degrading.
âjust one line babe, promise itâll make you feel so good.â
you look at rafe and then back down at the two perfect white lines he has cut up on the table in front of you. it wasnât that you were scared, you just knew the chokehold this shit had on rafe, and you didnât want to be addicted to it as well. but you trusted rafe, and if he said just one line, he more than likely meant just one line.
you suck in a deep breath before saying âfuck it.â and yank the rolled up hundred dollar bill from your boyfriends hand. it was just you and him, so you didnât have to worry about making a fool of yourself in front of a shit ton of people, and rafe had already seen you at your worst, there wasnât much more you could do that was embarrassing in front of him.
rafe smirks at you, watching as you take in another deep breath before leaning forward and place one end of the bill on the line. you shove the bill forward, sniffing up the white powder before pulling back and dropping the bill in your lap.
your nostril burned, and you pinched off your nose, coughing as a bitter taste filled the back of your throat and tongue.
âoh, god. is it supposed to taste this bad?â you ask, coughing and slightly gagging.
rafe chuckles, pulling the bill from your lap and doing his own line. once heâs done, he drops the bill on the table and pulls you into his arms, tightening his hold on you and saying, âthe cocaine drip is always nasty at first, you get used to it. plus, your throat and mouth should start numbing soon, wonât taste a thing after that.â
rafe was right, after a few minutes the entire back of your throat felt numb, along with your tongue and gums. your entire body was buzzing, your thighs rubbing together as the high from the cocaine started to take over your body. you felt great.
ârafeeeeeeee.â you sing song as your hands rub up and down his bare thigh.
he smiles down at you, his eyes flitting down to watch your hand work its way up his thigh. âwhatâs up, baby?â
you pull your hand from his leg, adjusting yourself on the couch to face him before you pout. ââm so hornyâŚâ you whine.
you donât miss the way rafeâs eyes darken, his already dilated pupils growing, his typical ocean blue now swallowed by black. he reaches out his right hand, running his knuckles down the side of your face. you scoot closer to him, placing one of your hands on his covered dick, feeling how hard he was for you.
you grin. âlooks like iâm not the only one.â
rafe breathes out a laugh before he grabs at your hips, yanking you up off the couch and pulling you into his lap. his large, ringed fingers run up and down your thighs before slowly making their way up your dress. you gasp when his fingers grip at your ass, squeezing the flesh tightly between his fingers.
ârafe-â you whimper, but his lips smashing against yours cut you off.
he kisses you hard, his tongue slipping into your mouth while his fingers dig further into your ass. you gasp and whimper into his mouth, grinding yourself against his hard-on through his khakis.
rafe stands, bringing you with him before he makes his way toward the spiral staircase. he carries you up and into his bedroom, never breaking his lips from yours until heâs tossing you onto his large mattress.
his darkened over eyes scan your entire body. youâre already on fire from the cocaine, but now rafeâs heated stare has your skin burning as well, a thin sheen of sweat beads on your forehead and you quickly wipe it with the back of your hand as you watch him intently, waiting on his next move.
âstrip fâme, baby.â comes his command. his voice so low and raspy it has more arousal pooling in your already soaked panties.
you do as he says, sitting yourself up on your knees and pulling your dress over your head, tossing it to the floor. youâre left in a baby blue bra and lace panties, and you swear you see rafe physically drooling as he drinks in your body.
âfuck, youâre so goddamn perfect.â he praises, stripping his shirt from his body before working his belt and shorts off next.
you blush, reaching behind you and popping the strap of your bra, letting it fall onto the mattress in front of you. you lift yourself up on your knees, pulling your panties down next before they too go to the floor with the rest of your clothes.
rafe takes a step toward you, his right hand reaching out to push a strand of hair behind your ear. he slowly pushes you onto your back before he crawls into the bed with you, settling himself on his knees between your open legs.
a shudder runs through your body, your mind going foggy when you feel his fingers lightly roaming around your inner thighs. he inches his fingers up, up, up until he finally reaches your weeping core. he runs his index and middle fingers through your folds, groaning when he feels how wet you already are.
âso fuckinâ wet fâme arenât you, princess? such a needy little slut. my needy little slut.â
you whimper when he continues to run his thick fingers through your folds. up and down, up and down. he finally pushes the two thick digits inside your throbbing pussy. your back arches off the bed, your hips bucking wildly as you begin to grind yourself on his fingers, pushing him deeper, needing him to make you cum.
âfuck, rafe.. p-lease.â you choke out, tears already filling your eyes. youâre not sure if itâs the cocaine or just rafeâs touch alone, but you were so sensitive, the smallest touch had you writhing and begging for more.
âplease what, sweetheart? be a good girl and tell me what you need.â
ân-need to cum.. p-please!â you cry out when his fingers pick up in pace. he curves them slightly, toying with that spongey sweet spot deep inside your aching cunt. your pussy pulses, inner walls clenching down around his fingers before your entire body begins shaking. you come undone around his fingers, crying out his name as he continues to fuck his fingers into your cunt, working you through your high.
âso pretty when you cum for me. could keep you like this forever ya know?â
you whimper, your clit throbbing and pussy pulsing. you needed to feel his cock. needed him to stretch you out and fill you with his cum.
âplease⌠please fuck me, rafe.â
he grins down at you as he slowly removes his fingers from inside you. âdonât worry, baby. âm gonna fuck you, and youâre gonna cum all over my cock while i fill you with my cum.â
rafe lifts himself onto his knees, sliding his boxers down his legs and dropping them to the floor. his hard cock springs free, slapping just below his belly button. he crawls on top of you, pinning your body down with his weight. he pushes himself up with his left hand, his right gripping at his thick shaft and stroking it a few times. he runs his swollen, leaking tip through your folds, flicking over your clit a few times and making you whimper and squirm beneath him.
you open your mouth to speak, but only strangled moans and whines come out. rafe continues to tease you with his cock, making you wetter and wetter before he finally shoves himself inside you, filling you and stretching you completely.
you let out a loud whine, grinding your hips against his. rafe lets out a raspy groan, the feel of your hips grinding against his, the feel of your warm, wet walls tightly wrapped around his cock has his mind foggy. you felt so fucking good, and his body was already buzzing and sensitive from the lines he did today, he knew he wasnât going to last long, but he was going to try his hardest to drag this out.
his hips start to slowly roll into yours, the slow, deep thrusts having you both moaning in unison. he was so deep, his slow thrusts letting you feel every last inch and vein of his cock inside you.
âgod, rafe⌠feels sâgood.. so fucking good.â you whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips down to yours.
rafe kisses you deeply, his tongue gliding against yours as he swallowed all of your beautiful moans and whines. his teeth bite at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before he lets it slip out with a pop. he claims your lips again, kissing you with so much heat and passion it had your mind fucking spinning. it definitely had to be the cocaine. sex with rafe was good, but itâd never been this fucking good.
his swollen tip hits your g-spot and your pussy pulses, clenching around rafeâs dick and squeezing him so tightly he was seeing fucking stars. he wasnât going to last, no matter how badly he wanted this to be drawn out, your pussy squeezing him so tightly had his dick pulsing and balls tightening.
your entire body stiffens as a warm feeling rushes through you. you dig your nails into his toned back, making him hiss in a breath when you break skin. âfuck⌠âm gonna cum baby.â rafe rasps.
you whine in response, letting him know youâre close too.
he slowly rolls his hips into you once more before his dick pulses, balls tightening and heâs coming deep inside your cunt. youâre not far behind him, your pussy clenching around him repeatedly, milking him for every drop of cum you can before you come undone around his cock.
âfffffuck!â he groans, his head falling into the crook of your neck.
the sound of your heavy breathing fills the room, rafe laying limply on top of you as he tries to calm his own breathing. once he comes down from his high, he slips himself from inside you and falls into the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly against his chest.
âdonât want you addicted to the shit, and i will quit soon⌠but fuck if that wasnât the best sex weâve ever had.â
you chuckle, agreeing with his statement. âyeah.. definitely best fucking sex weâve had.â
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obsessed with your ex || Worst!Logan Howlett smut
summary: In his world you were his wife and he loved you and then you died. In this world you're his girlfriend and he loves you. At least you think he does. Still you can't help the voice in the back of your head telling you that you're nothing but a sad replacement.
warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI!! 18+ ONLY. insecure + jealous!reader, a very very toxic mindset, the reader's mind is very mean to her, reader is a mutant that can make objects disappear, angst, happy ending, rough sex, riding, french kissing, oral (f!receiving), a slight breakdown, soft sex, missionary, Logan is kinda a softie, cockwarming, fingering.
wc: 2.5k
a/n: Okay so it's here!! I need to make this clear that the readers mindset is NOT healthy and that relationships need good communication. That being said here's my fic idea that I've been thinking about for a bit. I love Olivia Rodrigo sm (I even saw her in concert!!) and this song was just begging to be written into a fic. Anyways I really hope you like it and that it's not too insane lmao. Also i made the graphic but i kinda hate it but i dont wanna change it so here we are I know it's ugly but its FINE
How long have you been here? Staring. Observing every little thing about you. Your nose, your eyes, your lips, your hair, your chin. The way your arms fall by your sides. Every. Little. Detail.
Did she have the same colored eyes? Did she talk like you? Was she smart? Was she powerful? Did he look at her the same way? Did he fuck her like he fucks you?
You clench your fists as you stare angrily at the mirror. He loves you. He says he loves you and yet it feels like you can never compare to her. She was the love of his life. She was an X-Men. She died. She was you. You're his dead fucking wife in his universe while you were nothing to the Logan in this one.Â
He looked at you like a kicked puppy that first day you met. A lost little pet that had been searching for its owner. Dragged through hell and back just to get to you. It was easy to fall for him. Handsome, a little rough around the edges. You hadnât even been dating for that long but it didnât matter right? He worshiped you. He loved you. He promised he loved you.
But sometimes in the back of your head you wonder if when he's kissing you, does he imagine her? Does he close his eyes while he's pounding into you and imagine it's her? How could you ever compete? She was perfect, she was kind, she was everything to him. Spiraling deeper and deeper into a whirlpool of doubt and envy. There's a heavy pounding on the door but you choose to ignore it. Too wrapped up in your twisted mind to care.Â
"Sweetheart, let me in." Logan's gruff voice was slightly muffled by the door.Â
You clench your jaw as you finally tear your eyes away from the mirror. You slam open the door taking Logan by surprise. His eyes scan yours for injury, a worried look in his face as he steps into the bathroom.Â
"I got worried, you were in here a long time." His arms wrap around your waist.Â
He's looking at you with pity. At least that's what your brain tells you. Was he worried that you were hurt because he loves you or because he was thinking of her death again? You know he still dreams of her. He can hide it when he's awake but the nightmares don't lie. It hurts so bad. Love me. Love me. You're jealous you know. She's dead, she's gone. So why can't he love you. You push him off and storm out the bathroom. Nothing makes sense anymore in your head.Â
"What the fuck?" Logan follows you and you feel yourself tensing up.Â
It's a miracle your powers haven't started to go haywire yet. So many different emotions swirl around in your head until it mixes together to form one single feeling.
Need.
You grab Logan's shirt and pull him into you. Smashing your lips onto his with a hunger that you've never felt before. Logan hisses as you bite his bottom lip harshly but you don't give him time to say anything as you slip your tongue into his mouth. He groans as he starts to take some control back. Hands slipping up your shirt and ripping to shreds with ease.
You pull back from his lips, chest heaving for air as you paw at his shirt. Silently demanding he take it off which he happily does. Your lips are back onto his in an instant. He slowly walks you back until you fall onto the bed. You fall onto the bed and lick your lips. The bugle in his pants is evident as you flick your hand and the belt disappears.Â
"I liked that belt." You pay no mind to his comment as you unbutton his jeans and pull them down, leaving him in his boxers.Â
"Easy there sweetheart," Logan pushes you back gently and crawls on top of you. Logan kisses down your chest, teasing each nipple with his tongue.Â
"Let me take my time." He purrs.
His hands touch and squeeze your breasts roughly making you whine. You watch his arms move, god he's so hot. He's close to making you forget. He kisses down, down, all the way down. He sneaks out the tip of his claws to pop open the button of your pants and he yanks them down until they're all the way off.
"There she is, my perfect girl." His girl. That's right your his girl. No one else's.
Logan pulls your panties to the side as he situates himself between your legs. He stuffs his face without shame, licking hungrily and practically moaning at the taste. You arch your back as Logan devours you. Watching his back muscles move are mesmerizing. He's yours. He loves you. He promises he does.
You can't stop the thoughts that begin to invade you. Overwhelmed by pleasure from Logan and pain from the horrible ideas that pop into your head. Did he do this with her too? Did he worship her? Do you taste like her? Is that why he can't get enough?Â
"Fuck!" You hiss as you sit up and tell Logan to stop. He does immediately, wondering what the hell is going on.Â
"Can't fucking wait." You scratch down his chest with your nails. He groans and tries to crawl on top of you but you shake your head.Â
"I'm going to ride you until you can't come anymore." You growl.
You bite his shoulder harshly making him hiss. It heals right up much to your dismay. How badly you wish you could mark him. You make his boxers disappear but before he can make a smart comment you sink down on him all the way. You whimper as you start to bounce on his cock. Loving how much he fills you.
You need to be fucked stupid. You're desperate for Logan to fuck every bad thought out of your head. To promise that he loves you so that you can believe him. You want to believe him. Please, you have to believe him.Â
"Sweetheart." Logan's breath is labored as you relentlessly fuck yourself on his cock. You feel so damn good but fuck he can tell something is on your mind.Â
"What do you need, let me help you." He sits up on his hands, placing one on your back as he tries to get you to slow down. His words make you want to scream. What do you need? You look at him and the only thing your rotten brain can tell you is that he is thinking of her.Â
"I need you to fucking love me!" You yell.
The dam of built up feelings breaks down as tears pour out of your eyes. Ugly, horrible sobs that make your body shake. Logan watches with horror in his eyes as he stills your hips, using his strength to lift you off of him as you continue to cry.Â
"I do love you." He says softly but you shake your head.Â
"No!" You shout. You pound your fist against Logan's chest over and over again but he barely moves.Â
"You love her! I know you do." Logan's heart breaks at the sound of your sobs.Â
"I'm not your dead fucking wife Logan!" You should regret the words coming out of your mouth but you can't stop them.Â
"You look at me and you see her. Like I'm just some fucking placeholder!" You let out an anguished scream as Logan captures your wrists in his hands. You know the stories. She was a hero, she was perfect in every single way.Â
"How can I compete with, with her?" You say completely defeated.
Your head falls against his chest. There's a sense of relief that washes over you. Thoughts that have plagued you for months are finally out in the open. Yet the fear of what comes next overtakes any other feeling.
"Look at me." Logan tilts your head up but you push his hand away.Â
"Sweetheart." He sighs and lets go of your face.
Logan's never been good at this. Talking. Being vulnerable. Then he lost everything and he hardened even more and he just. This was a new chance at life and even though it's hard he can't lose it all again.Â
"I know you're not her. Of course I do." Logan presses his forehead against yours, trying to get you to look at him.Â
"You loved her..." You croak out.Â
"I did love her. She was my wife. But I love you too. In a different way." He's a different man. Having gone through tremendous loss. It shaped him into who he is now.Â
"You're different people. Your powers act differently, you talk differently, you feel different. You are not a replacement." He says firmly.Â
When you finally look at him he feels this horrible pit in his stomach. He wipes away your tears but doesn't make any other move. It's not the right time.
"Would you have even given me a second thought? If I didn't look like her?" You ask, that question has haunted you for a while now but you never asked, too afraid of the answer. Logan is silent, unsure of how to answer.Â
"When I first saw you it was like a punch in the face." He starts. "For a moment I was 20 years in the past. Then I snapped out of it. You look like her, yes but youâre not her.â He gently traces a small scar on your jaw that you got when you were a child.Â
âIâm not the same as your Logan right? He was a leader, a hero and I was an angry drunk murderer.âÂ
âIâm not gonna start listing all your fucking differences sweetheart, but I swear on my life that I love you for you.â He pulls you into a tight hug as you start to cry again. You cling onto him as tight as you can. The bad thoughts donât just stop, even if you want them to but Logans whispering sweet words in your ear. Pushing out every bad thought for now.
âLogan,â You take a deep breath, letting Logan invade all your senses. Tobacco and whiskey.Â
âI need you.â Heâs hesitant, not sure if itâs the right time.
âPlease, I just need you.â
âOkay sweetheart, you have me.â He slowly rolls you over and lays you on your back.
He captures your lips into a kiss. His hips rolling slowly making you moan softly. His lips drift from your lips to the corner of your mouth to your cheek, trailing down. Each one so gentle, so full of love.
âYou have this spot, righttt here.â Logan nibbles on your neck and you gasp when bites right at this spot that drives you wild. You melt into the mattress as he kisses over it.
âAlways makes you relax.â He crawls lower, kissing down your body. He sits up on his knees and grabs a pillow to place under your back.
âI know you like to be slightly elevated because it means I can go just a little deeper.â He purrs as he takes his cock in his hands and gently rubs the tip of it along your folds. He slides two fingers into your cunt slowly.
âKnow that my fingers drive you absolutely wild, that you need me to go slow to start.â You nod absentmindedly.
You never realized he picked up on all these things. His fingers start to slide in smoother, your cunt getting wetter for him. He leans down and takes a deep breath, groaning at the scent. He slips them out and licks them clean.
âRelax sweetheart,â He spreads your thighs and slips in all the way. Going slow but unrelenting, stretching you just how you like.
âSo impatient, you never let me take it easy on you right? Just wanna be full all the time.â He leans down on his elbows as he rolls his hips nice and slow.
There will be no rough sex this time, this is about love. To show you that he truly does love you for you.
âLook at me,â He tilts your head so that your eyes meet. He smiles at the desperate look on your face.
âYou can pretend it makes you all embarrassed, but I know you like eye contact.â He hums as he angles his hips so that he hits that perfect spot.
You jolt as pleasure rocks through your whole body but he keeps you under him. Heâs slowly and methodically tearing you apart. Every touch, every word out of his mouth just makes it better. He knows. Of course he does.
âI love you Logan.â Your hands cup his face as you stare into his hazel eyes.
This time not filled with lust, but with a true deep love. He looks at you like youâre everything.
âI love you too.â He kisses you as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He smirks as he feels you start to squirm under him. You could never help it when you were close.
âCome on sweetheart, just let go.â He whispers in your ear.
His deep voice paired with the unrelenting feeling of his cock is all it takes. He holds you in his firm arms as a warm and wonderful tingling sensation runs through your whole body. A blissful smile on your face as you tilt your head back.
You feel your whole body relax as your mind calms. Logan tries to hide his growls as he fucks into you a little faster, until heâs coming hard and deep inside of you. He sighs in contentment as he stays inside of you. He taps your cheek lightly and you look up at him.
âI love you. No one else. Just you.â He moves to pull out but you whine. You need to be close to him right now. He chuckles as he slowly moves to your side. Spooning you tightly with his cock still deep inside of you.
âCan we talk?â You ask shyly.
âAbout what?â Logan grunts as he pulls you as close as he can get you.
âAnything?â Heâs not much of a talker so he asks the questions instead.
How did you discover your powers? How did you meet wade? Just anything and everything and you tell him.
You talk for who knows how long. Staying wrapped in each other's arms. It helps, it really does. Logan listens, he really does listen. He wants to get to know you. He loves you. You rest your head on his chest, tracing shapes into his palm as you talk.
For the first time in a while your mind seems to settle. Ignoring any thought that may try and ruin your mood. Itâs just you and him right now. Thereâs no looming figure of your alternate selves, not anymore.
Just you and Logan. Forever.
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THINK I FORGOT, HOW TO BE HAPPY.
⤡ what was I made for? | something iâm made for
ŕŞââ´ synopsis: after hanging out with Suguru's friends, you head home and can't wait to bury it down like you always do. But when your boyfriend insists on knowing what upset you, the night takes a turn for the worst.
ŕŞââ´ word count: 2,8k
ŕŞââ´ content warning: fem!reader, hurt/no comofrt, angst, fights, suguru is a little mean and says mean shit but reader isnât any better.
ŕŞââ´ note: sorry for the long wait, i'm struggling to work on many things at once. but a huge thank you for showing the first part so much love! it was truly unexpected.
ĘâşË ⤡ tag list: @error404-tryagain @fiannee @anarosextodo @ayeputita (couldn't tag everyone for some reason, my bad!)
⤡ comments and reblogs are much appreciated!
Suguru remembers when he first fell in love with you, how his face felt warm when you wrapped your arms around him and told him to have a safe trip, the little bag of goodies you had prepared for him sitting atop of his suitcase. He remembers pulling you into a deep kiss in the middle of a crowded airport, and he wasnât a huge fan of PDA, has never beenâbut something about you caring for him, preparing food for his flight and showing up as he was about to board made his heart leap out of his chest.
Your first I love you to each other was shared when you realized you couldnât handle being away from each other for longer than a day. You move in together shortly after he returns from his travel.
You donât remember when you started to feel out of place, but it makes its way up and towards the back of your head like a parasiteâyour emotions were always too much for anyone to handle. You recently had a breakdown over messing up at work, and youâve never seen Suguru look more lost than when he tried to comfort you. His eyebrows are furrowed in concern, he looks defeated when you refuse to let him touch or hug you. You were a mess, and he couldnât do anything about it.
When you do calm down and are finally able to breathe properly, your brain flashes you little moments from your breakdown like a flashbackâalmost as though to shame and embarrass you for the way you behaved, all while your perfect boyfriend looks defeated at your lack of cooperation. Youâre not sure if it is true, you hope that itâs notâbut you see Suguru sit at the edge of the bed and bury his face in his hands and he curses under his breath. He looks tired.
Itâs because of me.
When Suguru notices that your breakdowns become less frequent, he is convinced that you are slowly working towards getting better, praises and showers you with compliments. This is the Suguru you always want to see, full of life and love and not the one you saw that night.
And so you decide that from now on, Suguru wasnât made to see you at your lowest.
--
Dinner ends an hour later and you almost run out of the restaurant and towards the car. Suguru is quick to join you, and from the corner of your eyes, you see Gojo standing near his car and his eyes are staring into your soul. You were grateful that he didnât tell your boyfriend about the bathroom incident. You confided in the male at such a vulnerable moment and you wouldâve been pretty upset if he went against your wishes.
Youâre as quiet as ever as Suguru starts the car and drives away. Youâre mindful of the way you sit not to face Suguru, and decide on letting him pick the songs to play on the way back. And your boyfriend doesnât seem to notice the way youâre avoiding him like the plague, after all this wasnât the first time you were eerily quiet on the way back home. But you were wrong.
Suguru watches you as you walk inside your shared apartment and remove your shoes. Youâre not wearing any specific expression indicating that you might be upset. After all, you did have a habit of frowning as a resting face. But it feels different as you quietly greet your cat with a head pat, choosing to head to the kitchen first since you knew Suguru would go to the bathroom for a quick shower.
You were avoiding him.
âDid I do something?â Your boyfriend watches as you halt your movements, the glass of water in your hand long forgotten as you stare at him wide eyed, like a deer caught in headlights.
âHuh?â
âYouâre avoiding me, did something happen?â Suguru tries to remember the night you spent outside. He has no clear memory of saying or doing something that you mightâve tipped you over the edge, so what was wrong? You were never this quiet.
âIâm fine, Sugu. You didnât do anything.â The smile you flash him does anything but reassure him. You ignore the frown that sits on his face and you turn around, your back facing him as you try to busy yourself with somethingâanything, but facing the man you called your boyfriend.
âThen why are you acting so distant?â So he was able to pick up on it. You hoped that he wouldnât be able to, maybe breaking up with him would be much easier that way. You are quiet as ever as you turn around and walk toward the fridge.
You were distant because Suguru wasnât supposed to see you like this, he wasnât supposed to know how much of an insecure mess you were when he was around, how you were desperately trying to get him to fall out of love. You can barely say I love you to him without feeling guilty about it. Did you truly deserve his love? It felt like he was wasting his time on someone as miserable as you.
âI am not distant, just tired.â It wasnât entirely a lie, you were tired. You wanted to sleep so badly, wanted to drown the lingering thoughts of never feeling enough as Suguruâs girlfriend, but feeling whole and complete when you are yourself outside of your relationship. This was a you problem, and dragging Suguru down with you felt a little unfair.
âYou were crying in the restaurant.â Your heart stills at this. âBut you lied and said you were fine.â
âDid Satoruââ
âSatoru doesnât know you better than I do.â His tone is sharp, and youâre taken aback by the harsh way he chooses to address you. Was this about to escalate into something else? You didnât want it to, you didnât have the energy to fight back and tell him to choose his tone carefully. You mightâve been the easy-going, kind girlfriendâbut you werenât going to tolerate disrespect from his part.
âYouâre right, he doesnât.â You sound almost defeated, and you put your glass in the sink before wiping your hands on the towel. Suguru stands near the kitchen island, and watches you with cat-like eyes. You were barely looking his way, the dark circles under your eyes prominent despite your effort at covering them up with make-up. When did Suguru start paying less attention to you? Or did you simply never allow him to see you like this, vulnerable and exhausted. His heart aches in his chest.
âSo you wonât tell me?â Youâre about to walk away when he decides to speak, and you heave out a long sigh when you realize that the night was taking a turn for the worst.
âTell you what?â You mumble under your breath, and you refuse to meet Suguruâs cold eyes. You can feel them on your skin, theyâre intense and trying to read you like a book. Perhaps if you donât look his way, his stare would feel less intimidating.
âWould you please just stop?â Suguru rests his elbows on his the surface of the kitchen island, burying his face in his hands. âIâm really trying to figure out whatâs wrong, and youâre not helping.â
âMaybe because I donât want to tell you whatâs wrong.â Your response comes out almost immediately, and the frustration youâve been suppressing all night suddenly resurfaces. Months of trying to play it cool, sweeping your insecurities under the rug and hoping that a kiss from Suguru would fix all of your problems, it was all piling up into this huge bubble. And the more persistent your boyfriend was, the harder it was to stay quiet.
âWhat do you mean you donât want to tell me whatâs wrong?â Suguruâs voice is a little bit louder, and heâs almost in disbelief at your words. You were dating, you slept on the same bed, ate on the same table and cuddled on the same couch. You werenât a girl he started dating last month, or a person he was testing out the waters withâyou werenât even a potential lifetime partner, but he was almost certain that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
âBecause itâs useless to whine to you about shit you donât need to know. My problems are mine, you donât have to fix me.â You feel yourself shake a little the more you speak, your heart is beating fast at the realization that this was a conflictâyou were creating a conflict and it felt suffocating.
âFix youâwho said I have to fix you?â
âRight, no one didâSuguru, just drop it. I donât want to talk about it.â
âBut I do.â His tone is sharp, and his hands are curled up in fists. His eyes are staring you down the same way he looks at strangersâthreatening, cold and mean. You find yourself tearing up and it makes you feel stupid. You started this, youâre the one who doesnât feel enough in the relationshipâyouâre the one being mean, and yet a single look from Suguru has you almost bursting into tears? Pathetic. You felt pathetic and weak, and the longer your boyfriend stared at you, the harder it was to maintain a normal breathing pattern.
âSuguru, I donât want to talk about it.â You try again, and you hope that your voice doesnât betray and breaks. Tonight has been exhausting enough, and the thought of having to speak up what has been on your mind for months now makes your chest feel incredibly tight.
âYouâre being selfish.â
Selfish? You were being selfish?
You stare at Suguru in disbelief and he immediately realizes how badly he mustâve fucked up because the tears start falling down your cheeks almost instantly. You, who has been pushing her feelings to the side for the sake of his happiness, were selfish? You, who canât even remember the last time you were truly happy about something, were selfish? This is bullshit.
âIâm selfish?â Your chin quivers pathetically, and Suguru is quick to reach a hand towards you to hold you, but you flinch away from his hold, arms wrapped you to give yourself the comfort Suguru wanted to give you.
âI am selfish, me?!â Your voice is getting louder, but you didnât care. All the frustration, all the sadness and insecurities were all coming up to the surface because of one single comment.
âBaby, I didnâtââ
âDonât call me that, donât you fucking dare touch me!â You move away when he attempts to hold you. âIâm selfish because I donât wanna tell my perfect boyfriend with his perfect personality about my shitty problems. Thatâs just fucking great, isnât it?â
The last time Suguru saw you like this was months ago and he doesnât even realize it until now. All those times where you would brush off something that would normally set you off, give him a tight lipped smile and tell him not to worry.
âYour problems arenât shitty, you donât even want to talk about them!â
âBecause every time I tried, it felt like I was robbing you of your fucking happiness, Suguru!â Your voice is loud. âEvery time I realized that my mood was ruined, I could only think of how you must be fed up with me.â
âBut Iâm not? I never even said that I was fed up!â Suguruâs body language completely changes, and suddenly heâs not even trying to comfort you. More so understand where all of this was coming from.
âYour face says it all and fuck--â You groan into your face, your cheeks flushed from frustration.
âOh so now itâs my face?â You raise your head to stare at him. âOne moment youâre saying itâs how I behave, but now itâs all in my face?â
âYouâre missing the whole point, Suguruââ
âNo, Iâm not missing anything! You are the one who created this situation, youâre the one who decided to pull away!â Each word feels like a knife being stabbed into your heart. You stare at the man who usually gives you warm, sweet smiles and all of that is replaced with a cold angry look.
âSuguruââ
âSelfish. Yeah, actually I donât take it back. You are selfish,â
âStop.â your lips quivers.
âBecause if you actually wanted this to work out, you would tell me whatâs wrong instead of finding excuses.â
âYouâre being mean, Sugu.â Â
Your boyfriend groans out of frustration and leans against the kitchen counter. You stand still next to the fridge, tears streaming down your face. You try to stop and wipe them away, but it feels as though you really needed this more than anything.
âI want to take a break.â You say quietly and Suguruâs head snaps up almost immediately.
âWhat?â
âI want to take a break from thisâfrom you, I donât think I can do it anymore.â
Instead of giving you a proper reply, Suguru storms out of the kitchen and grabs his jacket and car keys and is out of the house in less than a minute. You are frozen in your spot as you let the words you just uttered out loud sink in, and thereâs a sense of guilt. You are pulling away from your relationship, youâre willingly taking a break and not looking back, but does it matter anymore?
This was by far your biggest fight with your boyfriend, and the way he stormed out at the mention of taking a break makes you want to crawl in a hole and die. But not anymore.
You canât even remember the last time you were happy, and for it to go on for so long was so draining and tiring. You could barely recognize yourself anymore. Your feet take you towards your shared bedroom with Suguru and you start packing some of your stuff. Whether he agrees to the break or not is not important, because you were doing this for yourself. And if Suguru truly cared about you, he would let you do what is best for you.
--
Suguru didnât know where he was going, he just wanted to get away from you and as soon as possible. The roads are empty, and he isnât driving recklessly. In fact, heâs probably driving so slowly that it would look suspicious to anyone on the outside.
He parks the car on the side of the road and rests his forehead on the steering wheel. When did it turn into this? When did he become so absorbed in his personal life that he stopped including you or care for you? Suguru doesnât want to blame himself, but itâs a little difficult. He thought he was living this picture perfect life with you, under one roof with a single pet and future plans ahead of you. But to fuck up this badly and call you selfish simply because you were struggling on your own was horrible.
And to make things worse, he stormed out of the house and left you there all alone. He groans into his hands.
âFuck.â He wants to fix this. He doesnât want a break, he doesnât think that itâs necessary. But you looked serious about it, maybe he could talk you out of it.
He grabs his phone and dials your number, and when it takes a while for you to pick up he just knows that you mustâve been contemplating whether or not you wanted to take the call. Eventually, you do answer.
âIâm sorry,â the line on your side is quiet, so he continues. âI fucked up, I donât think I shouldâve said what I said andââ
âItâs not your fault.â Your nose is stuffed, but Suguru can tell from the tone of your voice that you were tired. âBut I need some space, Suguru.â
Some space⌠So you were considering the break.
âWe can work it out, we donât have to take a break or anything, we can go on a date tomorrow morning andââ
âI called a cab, Iâm going back to my place.â You cut him off, and Suguru hears you lock the door to his apartment. âIâm doing this for myself and for us,â Suguru closes his eyes when he realizes that there was truly no hope in talking you out of it.
âOkay⌠can I still text you?â
âNo,â you reply quietly. âI donât wanna think about you for a while.â He tries not to feel hurt but itâs difficult.
âI understand.â The line goes quiet for a while, and Suguru hears a few sniffles from your side and sighs.
âWeâll be okay, yeah?â
âYeah,â You wipe a few tears. âI have to go now.â
âI love you.â Suguru waits for a response, and when you take too long to answer, his chest tightens a little.
âTake care, Sugu.â
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Do Not Disturb (Unless You're Drunk and Nosy)
summary: privacy? you wish
warnings: suggestive, alcohol, literally everyone being a little shit, angry ale (hot)
a/n: may or may not be inspired by real eventsâŚ
word count: 1.6k
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You always thought getting walked in on would be, you know, mortifying. Like, your face turns tomato red, you start stammering, and then you spend the rest of your life avoiding the person who caught you with your pants downâliterally. But it turns out that, in reality, itâs way worse than that.
Hereâs the thing: Alexia Putellas is perfect. You know this, because youâve spent an unhealthy amount of time cataloging her perfections. Her perfectly toned legs that could crush a coconut. Her perfectly sharp jawline that could carve Mount Rushmore. Her perfectly soft lips that could silence an entire stadium with a single kiss. And when youâre drunk at a friends house party, itâs easy to forget that this perfection isnât something you should casually indulge in right now, in a random upstairs bedroom, while everyone else is downstairs playing beer pong and comparing their World Cup tattoos.
But when Alexia grabs your hand and drags you away from the chaos, her eyes all dark and dangerous, any rational thought you have dribbles out of your ears like last weekâs gossip. So here you are, in this bedâwell, on this bed, because you didnât even make it all the way under the coversâdesperately trying to remember how to breathe while Alexiaâs tongue is doing things that would make a priest reconsider his career choices.
Youâre about to reach the kind of nirvana people write songs about when the door slams open. Not opensâslams. As if someone was just waiting for the right moment to ruin your life.
âOh my God,â someone says in a tone that suggests theyâve just witnessed a murder, except, of course, that would be preferable.
Alexiaâs head snaps up so fast youâre surprised she doesnât get whiplash, and you have about two seconds to see the wild panic in her eyes before her entire body goes rigid like a cat thatâs just been sprayed with water. Sheâs still on top of you, which would be hot if you werenât currently wondering whether youâre legally obligated to register as a sex offender for being caught like this.
And whoâs standing there in the doorway? None other than Jenni, who youâre pretty sure was voted âMost Likely to Show Up Uninvitedâ in high school. Sheâs holding a half-empty bottle of tequila in one hand and a phone in the other, like sheâs been documenting the worst possible moments of the night, and this oneâs going to top the list.
âHoly shit,â Jenni says, blinking as if sheâs trying to reboot her brain. It doesnât work, because the next thing out of her mouth is, âIs this a private party, or can anyone join?â
Thatâs it. Youâre going to die. This is how you die. Not from the embarrassment but because Alexia is going to murder you both. You can see it in her eyes. Sheâs doing some very fast maths in her head, and it ends with Jenniâs body floating down a river somewhere.
âClose the door,â Alexia snaps, and itâs the first thing sheâs said in what feels like hours. Her voice is sharp enough to cut glass. Jenni just stares at her for a moment, then at youâstill half-naked, because of course you areâand then at Alexia again, like sheâs debating whether the smart move is to leave or to stay and further ruin your life.
But of course, Jenniâs never been one for smart moves.
âOh, no, no, no,â she says, waving her tequila bottle around like itâs a magic wand thatâs going to make this situation less awkward. âThis is gold. Iâve got to tell the others.â She turns around and yells down the stairs, âHey, guys! Get up here, quick!â
You want to scream. You want to cry. You want to crawl under the bed and maybe live there forever with the dust bunnies and whatever sock the last person to use this room lost. But you donât get the chance to do any of that, because Alexia has now flipped the fuck out, and sheâs off the bed and across the room in a flash, slamming the door shut with enough force to rattle the windows.
âAre you insane?â Alexia hisses at Jenni, who looks like sheâs genuinely surprised that Alexia isnât finding this whole situation hilarious. âDo you have a death wish?â
Jenni, whoâs clearly never learned to read the room, just grins, leaning against the doorframe like sheâs auditioning for the role of âWorldâs Biggest Pain in the Ass.â âHey, donât get mad at me. Youâre the one who decided to get frisky in someone elseâs houseâ
Youâre still lying there, half-dressed, your shirt tangled up with some lacy thing that definitely belongs to Alexia, watching the two of them bicker like youâre not even here. You could say something, of course. You could try to diffuse the situation, maybe crack a joke or two, but that would require actual brain function, and right now, all youâve got is the mental equivalent of elevator music.
Alexiaâs about to bite Jenniâs head offâprobably literallyâwhen, as if the universe wasnât satisfied with your current level of humiliation, thereâs a knock on the door.
âJenni? Whatâs going on?â You recognise that voice. Itâs Mapi, followed by a snicker from Patri and what sounds like Ingrid trying and failing to shush them. Great. Just great. Now youâve got an audience.
Before anyone can react, Jenni swings the door open with the enthusiasm of someone whoâs about to introduce a sold-out concert, and your teammates spill into the room like theyâve been rehearsing this all night.
âWhat theââ Mapi starts, then stops dead when she sees you, then Alexia, and then your clothes all over the floor like some kind of chaotic breadcrumb trail. Her eyebrows shoot up so high they practically disappear into her hairline. âOh, wowâ
Thereâs a moment of silence thatâs so uncomfortable you could bottle it and sell it to masochists. Youâre pretty sure youâre about to melt into the bed and become one with the mattress. Meanwhile, Patri has the audacity to wolf whistle, which earns her a glare from Alexia that could stop a freight train.
âSo,â Ingrid says, doing a terrible job at hiding her amusement. âThis isâŚunexpectedâ
âUnexpected?â Mapi echoes, looking at Ingrid like sheâs just suggested that the earth is flat. âThis is fucking hilariousâ
Jenniâs practically doubled over with laughter now, leaning on Mapi for support, which only sets her off too. Pretty soon, all three of them are giggling like schoolgirls whoâve just found out their teacherâs dating the P.E. teacher.
Alexia is standing there, jaw clenched, probably wondering if anyone would notice if she threw them all out the window. You, meanwhile, have reached a state of embarrassment that transcends space and time. Youâre floating above the situation, looking down at your life and wondering where it all went so horribly, horribly wrong.
âCan we not make a big deal out of this?â you ask, even though you know itâs hopeless. âItâs not like we wereâŚâ You trail off, realizing that thereâs no good way to end that sentence. Not like you were what? Sorting laundry? Rearranging the furniture?
âHaving sex?â Patri supplies helpfully, still grinning like sheâs just won the lottery. âYou totally were. We walked in at the good part, didnât we?â
Alexia makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat, which is probably the only thing that stops her from committing actual homicide. âOut. All of you. Nowâ
But no one moves. Because why would they? Theyâre having the time of their lives. Jenniâs already pulling out her phone, probably to tweet something like âJust walked in on the most awkward team bonding experience ever #FMLâ
âWeâre not going to let you live this down, you know,â Mapi says, her smirk so wide itâs a wonder her face doesnât split in half. âThis is going to be the story we tell at every team event from now until the end of timeâ
âYour kids are going to hear about this,â Patri adds, not even bothering to hide her amusement. âHell, your grandkids. This is legendaryâ
Youâre going to need therapy after this. Maybe a lot of therapy. But, honestly, thatâs future youâs problem. Right now, you just want them to leave so you can salvage whatever dignity you have left and maybe finish what you started with Alexiaâassuming, of course, that this hasnât killed the mood entirely.
Finally, because even she knows when enough is enough, Jenni straightens up and nods toward the door. âAlright, alright. Weâll give you two lovebirds some privacy.â She winks at Alexia, who looks like she might actually be considering taking up a new sport just to avoid ever having to see Jenni again. âBut donât take too long. Weâre going to need the play-by-play downstairsâ
With that, they finallyâfinallyâfile out of the room, still snickering and whispering like theyâve just uncovered the juiciest gossip of the century. As the door closes behind them, you let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding.
âWell,â you say, turning to look at Alexia, whoâs now standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. âThat went as good as expectedâ
She gives you a look that could freeze hell, but then, after a moment, she sighs and shakes her head, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. âWe are never doing this againâ
âSex?â you ask, and the horrified expression that crosses her face makes you burst out laughing. âIn someone elseâs house,â you clarify, still giggling. âI think thatâs a solid ruleâ
She rolls her eyes but then moves back toward the bed, a mischievous glint in her eyes that tells you maybe the night isnât entirely ruined after all. âWell, weâre here now,â she says, climbing onto the mattress and pulling you toward her. âMight as well make the most of itâ
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