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Test of Love (Chapter Ten)

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Summary: Waking up in Satoru's and Suguru's bed, before going to work. Later, Satoru and Suguru fight.

A/N: "Gay sex" we all say in unison. Thank you for continuing this journey with me, I'm so glad everyone is enjoying so far. What're you thinking? Comments are always appreciated. I love hearing what you have to say. Thank you!

CW: Smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (m to m), cunnilingus, creampie, praise, verbal argument, Female Reader, AFAB Reader

W/C: 6,986

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

Warmth. The sensation of the sun's rays hitting your cheeks wakes you up, the heat slowly spreading across your flesh as your eyelashes flutter. The first crack of daylight is shining through the windows in the room, kissing your skin. You feel a heavy arm around your torso, holding you tightly against a broad chest. You know it’s Satoru’s; not because you know you fell asleep next to him last night, but because his grip is different from Suguru’s. It’s tighter, a bit more urgent as if you might slip through his fingers otherwise. When you turn around to peer up at him, you’re met with bright blue eyes looking back down at you.

“Good morning,” your sleepy voice sounds heavy in your ears.

“Morning.” He’s whispering with a groggy tone, his lashes fluttering as he looks at your face.

You can’t manage to pull yourself away from his gaze, so you don’t. It feels like a trap, like a hypnotic hold has taken over you.

“You and Suguru didn’t go to bed with me.” He pouts.

Ah, right. You spent a large portion of the night attempting to soothe Suguru’s old scars. Images flash through your mind of what he looked like on the balcony, black hair flowing with the somber look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, we were just talking.”

“Did you guys have sex?” Satoru asks.

You let out a chuckle and scoot your body in closer to his, and his arm holds you greedily.

“No,” you breathe in deeply, letting your eyes pick out details of their room.

It was so clean.

“We just sat on the patio and talked.”

Satoru squints at you before reaching behind, blindly grabbing Suguru’s hand. He tugs it upwards towards his nose where he gives his nails a sniff. Satoru’s face sours as he looks at you before dropping his boyfriend's hand.

“Satoru, be careful! You’re gonna wake him up!”

“He smoked.”

Suguru said Satoru didn't like when he smoked. You weren’t planning on telling him, but it looks like he was able to find out all on his own. You nibble on your lip and look away, suddenly finding their closet very interesting. Satoru inches closer to you, wrapping an arm around your torso, his nails scrapping your rib cage. You can feel his nose digging into the side of your throat, with a gentle brush of his hair grazing your tender flesh each time he exhales.

“You snore, by the way.” You murmur, pressing your back against his front.

Satoru’s head pops up over you, his eyebrows pinched as he stares down at you. There’s an argument at the tip of his tongue, you can tell.

“Do not.” He replies.

You turn over to lay flat on your back, his large arms caging you in on either side. Golden rays are peaking through the blinds, bathing his profile in gentle sunlight. You can see the details of his eyes better like this. You knew they were blue, but you’re able to see other tones as the lights bounces off. Multiple colors shine underneath, giving depth to his already perfect gaze.

“Do too.”

Satoru squints at you, leaning closer down to your face. You think it’s meant to be intimidating, but it isn’t, not in the least.

“You sleep talk.” Satoru says. Pressure builds up in your chest from the close proximity.

You know for a fact you don’t. No one has told you that before, so you decide to call his bluff.

“Like hell I do!”

Satoru cracks a grin and leans down closer, his nose nearly touching yours. Subconsciously you bring your face closer to his, teasing the idea of dragging your lips against him.

“You don’t. It’d be funny if you did though. I would have to kick you out and make you sleep in the living room.”

“You wouldn’t do that. You like sleeping together too much.” You wrap your legs around his lean waist, pulling him closer to you. Your arms sling around his neck, offering him all of your warmth.

Satoru hums, his gaze flickering over your face. The morning is kind to him, you’ve decided. He looks good like this. The worries of the day haven’t hit his face yet, the muscles in his features completely relaxed as he looks at you.

“I do like sleeping with you.” His voice is low, quiet enough that you have to put effort into hearing it.

The temptation is too strong now, so you’re the first to give in. You press your lips against his, letting him reciprocate before you go any further. Satoru pushes his hips down into you, getting as close as physically possible. Even though his bed is comfortable, he thinks being wrapped in your embrace is ten times better. Satoru glides his tongue against your bottom lip, chuckling to himself at the soft moan you let out.

He drags his fingers down your face, delighting in the shiver you let out before resting them on your hips. Right now, it’s just the two of you. He lets you chase after his tongue, grazing it against yours once you find him. You dig your nails into his shirt, pushing and pulling as you kiss.

“Mmm, early.” You hear a second voice beside you.

The sudden sound startles you. The room had been filled with the noises of your lips smacking, but now you hear Suguru groaning on your left.

“Never too early.” Satoru responds, kissing his way down your cheek, jaw, and throat.

His teeth are unforgiving as they nip at you. Your eyebrows furrow as he assaults your skin, every bite he gives sending a rush of pleasure between your legs. The heat of Suguru’s gaze burns into your side, but you’re too focused on what’s happening. Satoru’s tongue is hot as he slides it down your neck, covering you in kisses.

There’s shuffling beside you, and you decide Suguru must be getting out of the bed. Your heart tugs in disappointment, wondering if he was leaving to sleep elsewhere. Satoru pays it no mind as he drags his lips back up to yours, his kisses much more demanding than before. You’re finding it hard to breathe around him, his mouth completely covering yours.

After a couple minutes pass, Satoru’s being dragged away from your person. He whines as he’s tugged back, your limbs helplessly falling to your side as you watch. Satoru’s panting, his eyes droopy with desire as he stares down at you. Suguru is behind him, a hand tangled in Satoru’s hair as a way to pull him back. The motion causes Satoru’s throat to be exposed, the long column of his neck on full display. It was mouthwatering.

The room is silent as Suguru’s eyes flit over Satoru’s face. You aren’t sure if you should butt in or not, but the display is a bit too interesting to interrupt. Suguru leans down and places his lips against Satoru’s, leaving his hand in his hair. Satoru immediately leans into the kiss with his body still facing yours. You can see his cock trying to break through his pants, the hard bump painful to look away from.

Suguru twists his tongue around Satoru’s while devouring his moans. The sight causes something inside you to stir, the heat between your legs growing more and more noticeable. Suguru is rough with Satoru, his demanding hands holding him against his body tightly in case he thought about escaping. Suguru pulls away to mumble against Satoru’s lips.

“Starting things this early, Satoru?”

“She started it.” Satoru stutters a response.

He wasn’t completely wrong. Suguru’s eyes flick over to yours at that, the heavy look causing your heart to stop. He didn’t look mad, but there was certainly a fire to his gaze.

“Is that right?” Suguru asks, sliding his lips down Satoru’s neck.

He places a kiss on Satoru, before sticking his tongue out to trail against the sorcerer's throat. Satoru shudders in response, his chest heaving as his boyfriend works him up. You’re throbbing now. The space between your legs was leaky, making a mess out of you before you even started.

Suguru opens his jaw and bites down against Satoru’s neck, eyes closing in bliss at the sound he lets out. It’s almost weird to see Satoru so helpless, so at the disposal of another human being. Satoru may be the strongest, but it was undoubtedly clear that Suguru held all the power right now.

“Lay down,” Suguru whispers in Satoru’s ear before stepping back, releasing him from his tight hold.

Satoru nearly falls forward, only preventing himself from crushing you by sticking his arms in front of him. He’s hovering above you, a dusty red tint set across his cheeks. You share humid breaths before he’s leaning down, pressing his lips against yours. You want to complain when he pulls away, but you save it. You’re interested to see where Suguru takes this.

Satoru lays on his back, while Suguru sinks to his knees on the floor. Your eyes flick back and forth between the two men, unsure where you should settle them. Satoru’s breathing hard even though he hasn’t been touched, and Suguru looks like sin incarnate, his low eyes the epitome of lustful temptation.

“Take his shirt off.” Suguru orders.

He’s dragging Satoru’s pants down carefully while your hands fumble to remove his shirt. Satoru’s brows are furrowed as he watches the two of you work him.

Satoru’s cock springs out, precum already dribbling past his red sensitive tip. Your eyes are glued to the way Suguru handles him, his hand gripping the bottom of Satoru’s cock.

His eyes are closed when he sticks his tongue out, sliding it against the head of Satoru’s cock. Satoru groans loudly, the volume scaring you. When you toss a look back towards Satoru you notice his eyes squeezed shut, while his fists desperately try to cling onto your thighs and the sheets.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” Suguru murmurs, placing kisses up his shaft.

You dig your teeth into your lip, and turn back around to watch Suguru. You’ve never seen him go down on Satoru before. The sight is more delicious than anything you have come across so far. He opens his mouth and takes in Satoru’s cock, sliding down until he hits the back of his throat. Suguru opens his eyes to glance at you, and you feel like you’ve been caught red handed, but your desire makes you unable to look away.

Satoru’s moaning beneath you, his fingers clawing at your thigh as Suguru deep throats him. It's hard to tell what’s getting to you first. The sight of Suguru swallowing Satoru’s cock, or Satoru’s moans filling your ears. His volume only increases as Suguru speeds up. A symphony of whimpers and groans fill the space between the three of you. Suguru drags his head back up, Satoru’s cock bobbing against his lips. There’s a string of precum and saliva sticking to Suguru’s mouth, where he sticks his tongue out to disconnect it.

“Quiet him down, will you?”

He goes back down, sticking his tongue out as he places his lips around Satoru once more. You turn your head towards Satoru and watch his eyes roll back in his head, pleasure coursing throughout his body. You aren’t quite sure what Suguru meant, so you just lean over to kiss Satoru. He acts as if he’s starved for the action, his lips quickly chasing after yours as he reaches a hand up to cradle the back of your head.

He shoves his tongue in your mouth, groans silencing between the exchange of breaths. You nip at his bottom lip, causing a whimper to flow past his mouth into yours. His fingers dig into your hair, tugging as you kiss. You can hear Suguru behind both of you, the sounds of Satoru’s cock sliding down his throat making your head spin.

You pull back to breathe and watch Satoru beneath you. It’s easy to tell how close he must be getting.

“Get on top of his face sweetheart, I wanna see you ride his tongue.”

There’s a sparkle in Satoru’s eyes when Suguru says that. You almost wonder if the sentiment was for you at all, or if it was more for the men’s pleasure.

You shimmy your clothes off before turning around, throwing a leg over Satoru’s face. You’re facing Suguru, eyes locked onto the way he sucks Satoru.

“You wanna watch me while he fucks you with his tongue? Naughty girl.” Suguru prods, bringing his mouth away to bully you.

That’s exactly why you faced this way. You wanted to see how he took in Satoru, how he made his boyfriend cum in your absence.

Satoru sticks his tongue out, gliding it through your wet folds. He groans when he gets a taste of you. You were soaked. All the teasing and patiently waiting was getting to you. His hands hold your hips as he slides his tongue around your pussy. You let out a moan and begin to grind your hips down, humping his face as he attaches his lips to your clit. Suguru opens his mouth and drags his tongue up the side of Satoru’s cock, eyes never leaving yours. You dig your nails into Satoru’s chest, pulling your hands down to leave fresh red marks.

“There you go baby, does he feel good?” Suguru taunts.

You bite your lip and groan, Satoru’s warm mouth sucking your sensitive nub. You must be leaking all over his face now, but that only spurs him on further.

“You hear that Satoru? Making our girl feel so fucking good. Such a good boy, our good boy.”

Your mouth drops open as you listen to Suguru goad Satoru. The praise isn’t even for you, but it sends electricity coursing through your system all the same. Satoru’s fingers dig tighter into your hips, his moans muffling against your pussy.

Suguru wraps his lips around Satoru once more. Saliva is dripping past the sides of his mouth, coating Satoru as he sucks him.

You push your hips harder down against Satoru, your stomach tightening. He’s speeding up, his tongue dragging across your clit in an almost manic matter.

Suguru’s bobbing his head up and down on Satoru, throat moving as he swallows large amounts of the precum sliding down his throat. It feels like your head is spinning as you watch the event unfold. How did you get fortunate enough to witness something like this?

Satoru wraps his lips around your clit and gives a harsh suck, making you double over. He must know that you're close, probably clued in due to how much you were leaking onto his skin. You moan and push your hips over on his face, using his mouth to get you off.

It's close. You’re so close.

You can tell you aren’t the only one. Satoru’s whimpering is muffled against you as Suguru sucks him off. His eyes are pinched shut as he fucks Satoru with his throat. There’s a distinctive schlick noise resounding throughout the room, and if you focus on Suguru for long enough you can tell that it’s coming from him. His frame is shaking as he wraps a hand around his cock, jerking himself off to the sounds of his two lovers.

Satoru throws one hand down to grip the sheets, his fingers long and white knuckled as he digs into the bed. A thick black bang falls in front of Suguru as his head moves, covering a part of his eyes.

Satoru stills beneath you and you hear a wince from Suguru. It's hard to tell, but Satoru had cum and Suguru was desperately trying to swallow it all.

When he pulls away there’s strings of cum connecting his lips to Satoru’s cock, with some of it dripping from the corners of his mouth. His cheeks are bright red and he’s panting, trying to recover the lost oxygen Satoru had taken from him.

When he looks up at you, you almost pass out. His eyes are hooded as he raises his thumb, swiping the corners of his lips while he watches you. It’s so fucking lewd that it takes your breath away. You claw down Satoru’s chest as you feel your orgasm inch closer and closer.

When it hits, it hits hard. There is no warning, instead only a chorus of your moans bouncing off the walls of the room. Satoru guides you through it, sucking your clit harshly even when it begins to hurt.

Suguru’s watching you the entire time, only standing up once you finish and your heart is pounding. His cock is out and hard, dribbles of precum pouring from his neglected tip. You’re sliding off Satoru without even putting any effort in. It’s like there’s a magnet between you and Suguru, drawing you closer and closer to him.

Once you’re at the edge of the bed, centimeters away from him, he leans down to kiss you. He tastes like mint, and you put the pieces together that he must have gotten up to brush his teeth when he left the two of you. You can also taste Satoru’s cum in his mouth. It’s salty and savory, the flavor transferring from his saliva to yours. Suguru pulls away before you can ask for more.

“Get on your hands and knees, honey.”

You slide a tongue along your bottom lip and flip around, getting into position. Satoru’s beneath you, body completely still. He’s still breathing hard, eyes loopy from pleasure and oxygen deprivation.

“Hi,” you get out.

Satoru chuckles airlessly and looks up at you. “Hey.”

Suguru stands behind you, palms greedy as they ghost over the skin of your ass. He watches as globs of your cum pour from your cunt, making his throat dry. God, you’re fucking perfect.

Suguru grabs his cock and strokes it a couple of times before lining it up to your hole. He’s fantasizing about how tight you must be, even though you’re right in front of him.

Your eyes bore into Satoru’s face, hypnotized by his beauty. It feels like the three of you are the only ones in the world, everything else but a mere mirage. Satoru’s gaze can’t settle on one place, instead dancing around all of your features. It appears like he’s looking at something beautiful, something even more breathtaking than himself. But that can’t be right. Not when he’s the most beautiful thing to ever cross the earth.

Suguru dips his cock into you, your pussy quickly latching onto his length as he sinks in deeper. Your mouth widens, unable to focus as he stretches you out from behind. Satoru is quick to soothe your nerves, his hands sliding up your sides as his boyfriend eases into you.

“H-he’s so big, Satoru.”

“I know.” Satoru sounds breathless as he watches you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

Suguru’s watching the way your pussy hungrily takes him in. He was a bit perturbed by Satoru waking him up, but he’s beginning to think he had the right idea. Suguru never wanted to stop.

Once he’s fully inside, your eyes roll back into your head. His cock is kissing your sensitive walls, nudging against each fiery nerve ending. He pulls back before thrusting himself back in, swearing under his breath at the moan you let out. Suguru knows he won’t last long, he was already getting close just from the noises you and Satoru were making, and you feel even better than he fucking remembered.

“F-fuck,” he moans, holding onto your hips as he slams into you.

You can’t focus. All you feel are Satoru’s hands on you and Suguru’s cock fucking into you. Satoru must be cooing praises at you from below, soft enough that only you can hear them, but it’s going over your head. Suguru pulls out until he’s slipped free, before slamming back into you. He’s straining his ears to hear your moans above his own, but it’s hard.

His vision is foggy as he watches your pussy grip onto him. When he looks up he can see bright blues poking up from underneath you, flicking over to him before flying back to your face. Suguru feels you clench once Satoru looks at you again, and it almost has him doubling over.

“Baby, you’re gonna make me-“ Suguru moans, his hips stuttering.

He doesn’t warn you as he’s cumming. His body stills as he pulls your ass against him, unleashing each drop of cum he has for you. His eyes are shaky as he winces, pulling his cock from your body. His cum dribbles out, white pouring from your cunt as it drips down.

The entire room is a mixture of all your breathing. Suguru chuckles before flicking his hair back, and stepping away to get a washcloth.

It takes everything in your being not to collapse on top of Satoru. He looks just as exhausted as you. Even so, his eyes shine like stars beneath your form.

You feel something rough slide between your legs, a towel Suguru had recruited in cleaning you up. It helps ease the discomfort of the warm liquid pouring from your hole. Once he’s done, you collapse on your side and take a deep breath. What a way to start the day.

Satoru stands up, sweat gleaning over his abs as he presses his lips against Suguru. It’s sweet, but it does leave you wondering where you fit in all this. At times you still felt like somewhat of an outsider, even though you know you shouldn’t.

“Guys?” You ask.

Satoru and Suguru look at you, mild confusion on their faces.

“What…are we?” You go on.

At the risk of feeling stupid, you’re unable to stop yourself. Both men turn around fully, blank expressions on their face.

“What are we?” Suguru repeats.

“Yeah, I mean like you guys are dating and I know we went on dates, and have done other things…” you trail off, the feeling of Suguru’s sticky residue between your thighs reminding you of what you’ve done. “But we’ve never said. If you don’t want it to be official that’s fine, I just want to know.” You tell yourself it would be fine if you were just a hookup to them, but you know that isn’t the truth.

Satoru barks out a laugh, his hearty reaction filling the room.

“You’re funny.” He sighs out, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

You furrow your brows and look at him. Was this a joke to him?

“I’m not j-“ you start.

“We would love if you joined us,” Suguru begins, walking closer to tilt your chin up with his finger. “We just didn’t say anything because we thought it was obvious.”

You pout, your eyes darting over to Satoru before looking back up at Suguru. Warmth spreads from the crown of your head to the bottom of your feet.

“I want to. Join you, I mean.”

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to say no to me.” Satoru teases.

“I can still take it back!” You call out after him, watching his backside as he makes his way to the shower to get ready for the day.

“I’m glad.” Suguru murmurs, leaning down to place a minty fresh kiss against your lips.

“Me too.” You reply, watching as he stands up straight.

Now that that was handled, as well as your other needs, you knew you would have to get ready for the day.

~~~

The sky was clear and blue today, the air surrounding the school much lighter than the day before. You and Satoru were in between classes, having decided on taking a walk for lunch. His shoulders are relaxed as he strolls beside you, unimportant conversation flowing between you. You feel bad that you aren’t fully invested right now. Your mind is too preoccupied with Suguru. He was so distraught last night. You were hoping he would feel better today, but you weren’t sure if that was the case. Suguru seemed like the type to normally mask his emotions, so you would have no way of knowing if he was upset or not.

You and Satoru wander up to a row of vending machines set out for the students. He has a couple of bills pulled out, eyes darting around to decide what to drink.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“I can pay for myself, don’t worry.”

Satoru side eyes you, his gaze flickering up and down while his lips are set straight. You aren’t able to see his eyes, but you can feel them. Like pin pricks and ice cold water.

“Nice try, what’re you having?”

You click your tongue and murmur a response, settling on a bottle of juice. Satoru lifts his fingers up to press the buttons, your drink and his soda falling down into the bottom.

“So uh, Suguru and I talked last night. He said he wanted to be a teacher.”

He leans down to pick them up, passing yours to you as he leans against the vending machine. He’s much taller than it, his head poking above it.

Satoru doesn’t respond, only popping open his soda and taking a sip. You play with the bottle in your hand.

“He said you didn’t want him to be one in case he went rogue.”

Satoru lets out a light laugh, kicking one of his legs out in front of him.

“Is that what he said?”

You open your juice and take a sip, careful in your approach.

“I didn’t want him to be a teacher because I know he’d have a hard time emotionally. Suguru cares too much about everyone. Not really convenient when you see students and your coworkers die. It would rip him apart. It wasn’t about him going rogue. I would be able to handle it if he did. I was just worried about him.” Satoru turns his head away. “Still am.”

“Do you think he’s capable of switching sides?”

Satoru opens his mouth before clamping it shut. You can tell that there must be a lot of history there, a lot of stuff left unsaid. You feel like you might be butting in where you shouldn’t, but it’s too late to back out now.

“Now? No. Before?” Satoru scratches the back of his neck. “Maybe.”

It almost knocks you off your feet when he says that. Suguru told you it was bad before, but part of you was hoping he may have been exaggerating. If Satoru agreed, then it must’ve been really bad.

“Does that scare you?” He questions.

You freeze in place. You don’t know how to answer that question. Does it scare you? No, not really. You were scared that someone as strong as Suguru could be an enemy, but you weren’t scared of him as a being. Suguru had only shown you love and warmth.

“No. I’m dating you, I don’t think much could scare me.”

“Mean.”

“Someone has to keep you humble.”

Satoru whines and knocks his foot against yours. You let out a chuckle and survey the campus, your eyes trailing over the many trees.

“I suppose we should get back to our classes.” You murmur, wishing you could stay with him instead.

“What, you’re done making fun of me?”

“For now.” You reply, turning away to head to your class. “Thanks for the drink!”

~~~

You have been teaching your students for the past two hours. Today was a mellow day, which was needed. The classroom was quiet as each student worked on a worksheet, allowing you time to sit back. It was about time for you to see how Kawaguchi and Itsuki were doing, the idea sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m going to go check on something. Yuuta, you’re in charge while I’m gone.”

Yuuta’s eyes widen as you slip out from the classroom, leaving no room for debate.

Your shoulders feel light as you carry yourself down the hallway. The conversation from this morning was flowing easily through your head. You were actually a part of them now. You were in their relationship. It was a bit hard to decipher what that actually meant, and how things would change from now on. You were hoping nothing would change. Things were already perfect.

You release a heavy breath as you turn the halls, lifting your hand from your pocket to reach for Kawaguchi’s door. The metal is cold beneath your palm, biting into your skin as you turn it.

Empty.

The room is completely empty, devoid of any signs of life. You blink a couple times, as if that might make Kawaguchi magically reappear. It doesn’t. It feels like your stomach is full of lead, and your breathing is picking up. You run into the room and frantically look around in case he might be hiding anywhere. He’s not. There’s nothing in the room. Only a chair sits in the middle.

Your eyes fly to the door across the hall where Itsuki was placed. It feels like an out of body experience as you open the door to his room. Empty. Almost empty. There’s a piece of paper laying square in the middle of the floor. Your feet stumble over to it, gaze sweeping the paper as you read what was written.

“I’ll be waiting, Suguru.”

The room is spinning as you charge out the door, your feet bounding down the halls of Jujutsu High. The kids. All you can think about are the kids. You just saw them, but what if Kawaguchi and Itsuki snuck by you? You can’t breathe. You can’t fucking breathe. Yuuta’s a higher grade than you, but it doesn’t change the fact that you were in charge of them. You run to your classroom, feet skidding once you come to a stop in front.

Inumaki and Panda are in the front, writing something on the chalkboard as Yuuta and Maki watch in the front row.

“Oh! Hey,” Yuuta looks up towards you. He must see the alarm on your face, because his expression morphs. “Are you okay?”

They’re okay. You’re finally able to breathe as you assess each of their features. You didn’t want to leave them again, but there was somewhere else you had to go.

Without saying a word, you run to Satoru’s classroom. His voice is loud, bouncing off the walls as you approach closer and closer. He’s teaching his students, a rare occurrence, but it seems like everything is okay.

Satoru’s head snaps up the second you reach his classroom. His mouth drops instantly while he takes you in, as he quickly sees that something is wrong.

“What?” His voice has an edge to it, sharp like a blade.

“K-Kawaguchi and Itsuki.” You breathe heavily. “They’re gone.”

The first years look clueless as they sit in their seats, their eyes darting back and forth between you and Satoru. You can tell Satoru must be calculating his next move. It only takes half a second before he’s headed toward you, throwing an order out over his shoulder.

“Megumi, keep watch over everyone.”

Megumi dips his head in acknowledgement, before the other two begin to argue over each other about why they can’t be in charge. You don’t stick around long enough to listen to their reasonings.

Satoru follows you out of the hall as you explain the situation to him. His lips are spread in a thin line as he listens, discontentment clear on his face.

“I’m going to search for them. Go report to Yaga so we can put the school on lockdown.”

The idea of telling Yaga that the men escaped seemed daunting. It was a group effort to keep an eye on them, but you couldn’t help feeling personally responsible.

“Satoru-“ you grab his wrist and stop.

Satoru whips around, eyes drawn to your skin against his before he looks up at your face.

“They left a note. For Suguru.” You explain, pulling out the crumpled piece of paper.

Satoru quickly reads it before his nose pinches in revulsion.

“Don’t tell Suguru about that.”

“What? Why?”

You barely get the words out before Satoru is gone. He must have teleported to his next location, which almost irks you a bit. Why couldn’t you tell Suguru about the note? He was just as involved in this as you were. You stuff the paper into your pocket before heading off to Yaga’s office.

When you get there, he’s filling out paperwork at his desk. He looks relaxed, his elbow propped up as he writes. You felt horrible for interrupting him, knowing it would turn his mood upside down.

“Yaga, Kawaguchi and Itsuki are gone.”

He drags his eyes up to you and slams his pen down.

“God damn it!”

“Satoru is looking for them right now.” You say, playing with the piece of paper in your hand.

It would be smart to tell Yaga about it.

You don’t.

“We’ll shut the school down, and employ other sorcerers in the search.” Yaga replies, running his hand against his mouth.

If that many people were going to look for them, there was a good chance they would be caught.

~~~

Suguru’s had a long day. He exorcized five curses since the three of you got out of bed this morning, and he was sore. He was grateful his technique was so strong, but he couldn’t ignore how physically draining it was.

His stomach was turning over and his throat was killing him. No matter how much gum he had, it still didn’t get rid of the awful taste tainting his mouth.

It was 11 pm and Satoru still wasn’t home. It was late, but not by Satoru’s standards. Oftentimes he wouldn’t be home until 2 am. It bugged Suguru that Satoru rarely had breaks, but he’s grown used to it. He hopes Satoru hasn’t. He wants Satoru to want for more.

Suguru didn’t have anything else to do, so he decided to go outside and wait. He’s been sitting downstairs next to the entrance for the past couple of hours, his back leaning against the building's wall as he watches groups of people pass by.

Suguru’s nursing a cigarette in between his fingers, occasionally bringing it up to his lips where he takes long drags. He watches normal people pass by in increments. Each of them were living peaceful lives. He didn’t need to ask to know that. None of them had the same worry lines etched in their faces, the same heavy drag of their feet.

Something shifts in the air, and that’s when he knows Satoru must be home.

Suguru’s eyes search through the bundles of people before he finds his boyfriend, his tall body maneuvering through the crowds. Suguru doesn’t even need to talk to him to know that he’s exhausted. Satoru’s shoulders are hunched, and his blindfold is clutched between his fingers.

Satoru stops in front of Suguru, looking down into his eyes. Suguru is quiet as Satoru plucks the cigarette from his hand, dropping it to the cement before stepping on it with his foot. Suguru follows the action with his gaze, neither upset nor surprised.

“Welcome home.” Suguru speaks.

“What’re you doing out here?”

“Waiting for you.” Suguru’s voice is flat as he replies.

Suguru stands, now eye to eye with Satoru. He reaches out and brushes his white bangs back, lips twisting when Satoru winces. Satoru leans forward and presses his lips against Suguru before pulling away, only looking mildly offended at the taste of tobacco on his lover's tongue.

Suguru grabs hold of Satoru’s hand and leads him upstairs, quiet the entire way back to their apartment. The second they step inside, Suguru dims the lights. He knows just how to take care of Satoru. He’s got it down to a science, his method perfect after years of practice.

Satoru slides onto the stool at their bar, watching as Suguru walks around the kitchen. His head is pounding, the effects of his six eyes already plaguing him. Suguru searches through a cabinet before pulling out a king size chocolate bar, tossing it over his shoulder without glancing towards Satoru. He can hear the plastic make contact with his palms before it’s ripped open, pieces being shoved into his mouth.

Satoru mumbles a ‘thank you’, which makes Suguru smile softly. He’s worked on Satoru’s manners over the years. Suguru’s quite proud, he’s the one who hounded him over it. Now isn’t the time to be polite though, he knows this. His boyfriend is in pain.

Suguru retrieves another blindfold from their bedroom, one that is much more thick. Satoru desperately reaches for it before tying it around his head, a bit too tight. Suguru furrows his brows and looks away, head hurting just from watching the action.

“Any luck?” Suguru asks softly, careful not to speak too loudly.

He knew that Kawaguchi and Itsuki had gone missing. You called the second your meeting with Yaga was over. Satoru had been searching for hours, so Suguru assumed he didn't find anything.

He grabs ingredients from the fridge and cabinet as he begins to cook Satoru a meal filled with sugar. He used to tease Satoru on his intake, but overtime he slowly learned the real reason. Satoru didn't eat like a five year old because he wanted to. He ate like that because he had to.

Satoru’s on the last piece of his candy once he begins to talk.

“No. I couldn’t find any trace of their cursed energy nearby.”

Suguru looks up from his task to catch a glimpse of Satoru. He looks a little less pained now, creases no longer decorating his forehead.

“I’m proud of you for looking that hard, though.” Suguru gives compliments to Satoru like he has an abundance of them. He understands no one cares to ask Satoru how he’s doing, or to inform him that he’s doing a good job.

Suguru knows Satoru must be irritated because he doesn’t have a witty response immediately.

“Where would they have gone? And why are they so good?” Satoru rambles.

“Do you think they used their techniques to escape?”

“It wouldn’t match either of them. There must be more people involved. I don’t understand how they could have flown under our radar, though.” Satoru responds.

Suguru finishes cooking and slides the plate over to Satoru. He quickly wipes up the counter, and tosses the towel over his shoulder. Suguru watches Satoru dig in, his large frame leaned over as he devours his cooking.

“So they just left? They didn’t say anything weird this morning?” Suguru asks, leading up to his next question. “Didn’t leave anything behind?”

“No.” Satoru responds.

The ease at which he lied to Suguru bugged him. Suguru lets out a chuckle and rounds the counter, standing next to Satoru.

“I know about the note.” Suguru says your name. “She told me.”

Satoru remains expressionless as he looks up at Suguru.

“You can’t lie to me, Satoru. Not when we all need to be working together.”

“I lied to protect you.”

Suguru feels the heat of a fight coming on. They didn't fight often. Argued, sure. But rarely did they fight. The two saw eye to eye more often than not, and when they didn’t they would appreciate each other's differences.

“I don’t need your protection, Satoru!” Suguru’s tone rises. “I know you’re used to protecting everyone and doing everything by yourself, but I don’t need it. You may be stronger, but I’m fully capable of handling myself.”

Satoru pulls back, the sound of Suguru’s frustration clawing at his insides. He knew damn well how capable Suguru was. He wasn’t worried about how physically strong he was, he was worried about how strong he was mentally. It was obvious that Suguru was still rattled by the conversation with Itsuki. Satoru didn’t want to risk Suguru’s mind becoming affected, not when it was the best part about him.

“You knowing doesn’t change anything,” Satoru argues back, even though he really knows he shouldn’t.

Suguru had a right to be angry. But Satoru feels the need to fight back anyway.

“Yes, it does. If I’m going to help, which I am going to, I need to know every detail of the case. If they have some weird fascination with me we could use that to our advantage-“

“We are not doing that. I just need a little more time and I’ll-“

“God, Satoru!” Suguru walks away, slamming his towel on the counter.

The two men look at each other, feelings being conveyed even though Suguru couldn’t see Satoru’s eyes.

He knows that Satoru doesn’t think any less of him. Satoru is used to taking care of problems by himself. That doesn’t change how pissed off Suguru is. They have been a pair since highschool. He wants Satoru to lean on him.

“I’m going to help whether you like it or not. I’ll get my information from Yaga and our girlfriend, or from you.”

The term girlfriend slides effortlessly off Suguru’s tongue. Satoru has to suppress a shudder at the sound.

Satoru looks up at Suguru for a moment longer, before clicking his tongue and looking away. By all accounts, he knows Suguru is right. They need all the help they can get. It’s just irritating Satoru. This should be a piece of cake for him. Why is it so difficult?

“I’m going to go back out searching first thing in the morning. Do you want to come with me?” Satoru reluctantly offers.

Suguru’s face softens, the truce settling in the dust.

“I would love to,” Suguru squeezes Satoru’s arm. “We should head to bed, we have an early morning ahead of us.”

Satoru’s lips lift slightly, before he gets up to put his plate away. Suguru was right, they did have a long day ahead of them.

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fredwkong · 10 months ago

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Himbo Maker: Misha

Misha was an Egirl: a European Guy In Real Life. He would do his makeup, put on fake eyelashes, a wig, and a pair of pink headphones with kitty cat ears, and stream video games online. He loved to troll new viewers by spending an hour or so doing a breathy, feminine voice, and then suddenly hit them with his natural Baltic baritone. The way the chat went crazy made it worth it every time.

The whole game was helped by how petit and curvy Misha had always been. Even in his twenties, he still had a soft, almost girlish body and stood at most of other guys’ sternums. Too bad he wasn’t a trans girl, or at least a gay boy, he sometimes thought, looking at his body in the mirror. Gay guys were supposed to go for little guys who looked like him.

One evening, Misha was just starting his stream when some user started acting really weird in chat. He had a username that almost seemed familiar to Misha, but the guy he was thinking of had always been polite and given insightful comments on Misha’s gaming. This guy’s messages were full of typos, and he couldn’t seem to stop talking about his muscles.

Misha was just about to ban the guy when an alert sounded: Misha’s charming, girly laugh, which indicated a user had just donated a hefty sum. Of course, it was this annoying brodude.

“Uh,” said Misha, almost forgetting to put on his femmy voice, “He says, “Bro, this guy liek wants to chat wiht u on stream.” And there’s a link in the donation.”

Clicking the link, Misha found himself looking at a chat website he’d never seen before. “Hold on, let me share my screen,” he simpered, sharing the chat window. Somehow, his usual screen name was already in the bar. It must have populated from his stream.

Mish-kittycat: Like, heyoooo! You okay with being on stream with me? (✿◠‿◠)

Himbo_mkr: No way, bruh! I love meeting new bros. Like, hi stream!

Misha was a bit offended that this chat partner would refer to him as a “bro.” But stream chat seemed interested, so he thought it could be worth a few minutes to humour the donater. It had been a fair amount of money.

Mish-kittycat: What do you want to talk about UwU

Himbo_mkr: Bro, you know that all I ever talk about are my sick gains and going out with guys, lmao

Okay, so this was a troll. They probably wanted to get Misha banned for lewdness or something. Still, at least it was original that the troll character was a gay guy. He rolled his eyes at the stream and said, out loud in his girl voice, “Looks like someone got mad enough to pay to speak with all this.” He gestured down his slim body in tonight’s outfit, a stereotypical Japanese maid costume.

Himbo_mkr: Huhuhu, bro, you clicked on the link. Didn’t force you to do it.

Misha froze. Of course the troll was watching the stream. “Heh, I don’t let meatheaded bullies boss me around,” he chirped, trying to save face.

Himbo_mkr: You sure? You sure like it when your chat bosses you around, bro.

Now this guy was just lying. Misha scowled, even though he knew the expression would make his foundation crack unattractively. “This is a really weird way to bully someone.” He looked at the stream chat, waiting for his subscribers to back him up.

But the character of the chat seemed to have changed. No, they had always been bossy, Misha suddenly remembered. They would tell Misha how to play his games all the time while he pretended to struggle. It was a key part of the dynamic of his channel that chat bossed him around, and right now they were telling him to go back to chatting with this guy. One guy even messaged, “No more talking, kitty. You’re only allowed to write in the chat.” Misha gave the camera a plaintive look, but listened. He always listened to his chat.

Mish-kittycat: So maybe you’re right about that one thing, but coming in here being rude is totally uncool (งᓀ‸ᓂ)ง

Himbo_mkr: Bro, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I was just tryna compliment you on your sick bis, dude.

Misha cocked his head, confused. He was the opposite of buff, that was why he was so good at dressing as a girl. But as he continued to think about it, he remembered all the hours he spent working on his arms. He kept a set of weights next to his bedroom door, and he did bicep curls to failure every time he went through the doorway. Yeah, his biceps were his pride and joy, and they were usually how he showed off his manliness when he revealed his deep voice and accent.

A tip came in. “Flex for us, kitty,” commanded the text-to-speech voice. With a smirk, Misha lifted up one of his arms, feeling it stretch the sleeve of his maid costume as the veins popped. Too bad the rest of his body hadn’t followed his arms and gotten bulky.

Himbo_mkr: We’re all waiting for you to drop your lifting routine, bro! You’ve been totally blowing up.

Misha blushed at the flattery. His physique wasn’t all that impressive. Sure, now that he thought about it, he had been really hitting the weights a lot and eating right. In fact, his room seemed to be full of lifting clothes and supplements as he looked around. But that was because some of his subscribers kept telling him to get to the gym and hit his macros. It had actually been really freeing to just let people pay to tell him what to do on his fitness journey. And it was paying off! Misha definitely couldn’t pass for a girl these days, which was why the channel had changed to be more about doing stuff in-game for the highest bidders.

The maid costume barely wrapped around Misha’s broad pecs, and the garters had torn when he’d tried to pull them up his thick thighs. Sure, it had been funny when the stream started and the chat had gotten Misha to show off his shoulder raises while dressed in a little maid skirt, but the polyester was really starting to chafe on his smooth muscles. It was a relief when a tip rolled in while Misha flexed and said “Kitty, wear comfy clothes.” The chat oooohed and aaaahed as Misha shucked the maid costume, showing off his bulky chest, and pulled on his favourite comfy shirt instead. Sure, it had some tears and stuff, but as a masculine guy, Misha wasn’t worried about dressing up fancy or anything.

The guy whose chat Misha was streaming had been quiet, so Misha hopped back over and sent another message.

Mish-kittyhunk: Thanks man! It’s all about trusting the process.

Himbo_mkr: I can tell that you trust people, bro! You’re like a puppy lmao.

Well, Misha thought, maybe he did like getting bossed around in chat, but it wasn’t like he trusted everyone blindly! Okay, well, maybe he did tend to stop to help people on the road and then lose his wallet a lot. They looked like they needed help! And maybe he did sometimes click on links that meant he needed to take his phone to the store for them to fix, but so did everyone else!

Looking at the chat, who were all laughing about Misha being a totally trusting puppy, Misha had to finally agree. That was why one of his subscribers had gotten him this headset with floppy dog ears on it, after all.

Mish-puphunk: Haha, you got me, dude! That’s why I clicked on this link, too XD

Himbo_mkr: It’s okay, bro. Lots of gay hunks are pretty dumb, it just adds to that himbo appeal.

This time this guy was definitely making stuff up. Misha was totally straight, he just didn’t do well with girls. Well, that and being a submissive hunk online mostly attracted a gay male fanbase. And, well, now that he thought about it, when was the last time Misha had really thought about a girl? Like, maybe if it was a domme? But no, even then, Misha would really prefer a guy to be involved at some point. This guy was probably right, Misha was gay.

It was super hard to think. There was a reason that Misha preferred to let chat do the thinking for him. Even before he realised how much he loved to listen when men told him what to do, Misha had never been much of a deep thinker. That was why most of the stuff in his room was gym gear, gaming stuff, or whatever his subscribers bought for him. Lately, they had been really loving when Misha wore even less clothes and showed off more of his growing body, and Misha was happy to oblige as long as they kept telling him what to do!

Mish-puphunk: Lol I guess you’re right! I just wanna give sirs what they want

Himbo_mkr: Bro, I totally get why you love pup play so much. You just love being obedient and dumb and empty lmao. You, like, pretty much live in your mask these days.

A pup mask…Misha was pretty sure one of his subscribers had sent him one of those once, but it had been really confusing to put on and he’d only worn it once. No, wait, that wasn’t right. Misha was such a ditz! He’d loved the experience of putting on the pup mask and letting himself be a dumb pup for his chat. And chat had loved sending in tips to give him commands like “sit,” “roll over,” and “stick a tail in your hole.”

It had been so popular that the subscribers had told Misha to make it a weekly thing, then a biweekly thing, and by now it had pretty much become what Misha did during his streams. While chatting with this guy had been fun, Misha really wanted to get on with the stream and mask up. He opened his mouth to tell the viewers that, but then remembered that he had been ordered not to talk. Too bad, chat would only hear his deep, resonant voice if they ordered him to bark after he put on his mask.

Mish-puphunk: Okay dude, I gotta go be a good dumb pup now.

Himbo_mkr: Got it, bruh! You got a bunch of hunky doms to please by being a good pup slut!

Chat cheered as Misha stopped streaming the chat window and winked at the camera. An especially hung dom who loved to tip had won the bid war last night to decide what Misha wore, so Misha fondled the straps of his leather harness as he got up to grab his mask. He wondered what his chat full of muscular, horny himbo doms would have him do today.

Misha slipped on the mask and let his mind go blank.

#male transformation #mental change #male tf #muscle tf #reality change #dumber tf #himbofication #himbo maker #pup tf #sub tf #all fwkong

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toffeecoffeee · 4 months ago

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🚨❗️ GAY MIRROR SPOTTED!!!!❗️🚨

the him....

been obsessed with this man ever since the update so I had to draw him...also decided to give him eyelashes cuz like. cmon. you know he'd love it.

I might main glisten instead of vee once I get him, but we'll see

(update spoilers below cut)

OK BUT TWISTED GLISTEN...OW....

when I first saw his twisted form I was just like. WHY IS THIS SO SAD. STOP. I DON'T CARE ABOJT THIS CHARACTER I DON'T- and then boom, favorite.

besides the heavy abandonment issues, twisted glisten unironically has one of the coolest concepts in the whole game and like. I LOVE IT

somebody save this poor man, don't leave him alone :(

#dandys world #dandy's world #glisten dandys world #sleepdeprivedart #ok ok I promise I'll get back to work on the shellevision art but the demons overtook me and made me draw the blorbo #Gjjfjgjgfkfkgkgk I love him............#tw knives #glisten dandy’s world

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verstappen-cult · 11 months ago

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL | CL16

— 03. THE DRAMA

PREV. PART | NEXT PART — [ SERIES MASTERLIST ]

summary: in which charles has an embarrassing crush on alex's childhood best friend and everyone meddles. content warnings: faceclaim is taylor hill but you can picture her as you’d like! some cursing and a tiny bit of angst because why not. time jump of a month approx.

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yourusername i kinda like it here. ⛳️

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user66 uh excuse me? the second slide???

user67 IS THAT CHARLES ???? user68 I THINK SO

alex_albon i feel betrayed.

yourusername stop being so dramatic

user69 my parents are together i still can’t believe it

user70 oh my god okay it’s happening

user71 everybody stay calm OH MY GOD user72 are they together? user71 girl go on twitter and see

landonorris let’s play and see who’s better

yourusername me ofc

charles_leclerc ❤️

user73 relationship goals

user74 lol we don’t even know if they’re dating user75 they kissed in front of thousand of people AND on live tv what are you talking about

user76 he’s too good for her

user77 who is she anyway. user78 stop being so childish, he’s never gonna date u

user79 who wouldn’t want to date her i mean just look at her

user80 all these people saying charles is too good for her like ??? SHE’S too good for him

user81 she will get bored in a few days mark my words

danielricciardo Ok but who won?

charles_leclerc i won! yourusername charlie don’t lie maxverstappen1 I don’t believe anything he says ever since I won fair and square playing FIFA and he threw the controller at me. landonorris he did that to you too? pierregasly that’s nothing. he threw a padel racket at my head, i still don’t remember anything from that day. charles_leclerc ffs shut up yourusername leave him alone you bullies

user82 i love how all the drivers are calling charles out lol

Y/N’S iMESSAGE

“that’s not how you make pasta!” you’re dying with laughter at seeing charles trying to cook.

“i asked you if i could cook!” charles can’t help but join you in your laughter, leaving the burned pasta aside.

“because you said you knew how to!”

“you better not believe anything i say.” he takes a sip of wine. the one he brought alongside the beautiful flowers that are now adorning your terrace.

“not even when you say how much you like me?” you pout, looking at him beneath your eyelashes.

charles walks the short distance to where you are sitting in the kitchen counter and you happily make room for him between your legs, arms finding your waist in no time.

“you should a hundred percent believe that.”

“mh i don’t know,” you tease, playing with his soft hair. god, you love his hair so much. “i think you should show me.”

“oh i’m definitely going to do that.”

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yourusername 💐

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user83 that’s one hell of a bouquet

user84 charles knows what he’s doing

gigihadid Can’t wait to see you this weekend!

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user85 i wanna be her so bad :(

user86 If it weren’t for Charles nobody would know who she is. He put her on the map.

user87 this is a grown ass man by the way user 88 i swear to god men are so in love with charles is getting kinda scary

carmenmmundt What a beautiful picture 💛

user89 tired of her comment section being all about charles

user90 fr like they forget she’s her own person user91 I just know she doesn’t like this at all, she’s always speak up about these kind of things user92 if this were to happen the other way around everyone would be insulting her

user93 CHARLES IS WITH HER RN OHMYGOD

user94 what are you taking about user93 LOOK AT CHARLES STORIES HE LITERALLY JUST POSTED THE PICTURES user95 if it wasn’t for the close up of the flowers we wouldn’t even know they’re together user96 he def did it on purpose

user97 the boys, the girls, the gays, they all like Y/N

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landonorris has replied to your story

landonorris: *chandler bing’s voice* can I BE any more obvious? charles_leclerc: just stop watching friends, i beg you

maxverstappen1 has replied to your story

maxverstappen1: Uh, so that’s why you wouldn’t travel with me. Interesting. charles_leclerc: can i use air max for the next race? 🥺

pierregasly has replied to your story

pierregasly: you guys make me sick charles_leclerc: Y/N says to shut up pierregasly: 🤮🤮🤮

yourusername has replied to your story

yourusername: i like this soft launch/hard launch thing charles_leclerc: i bet you like me more yourusername: debatable charles_leclerc: i can make you change your mind 😏

TWITTER — JUN 28, 2023

TWITTER — JUN 30, 2023

TWITTER — JUL 02, 2023

ALEX’S iMESAGGE

TAGLIST (bold means i couldn’t tag you) — @leclerc16s. @willowpains. @berrnuu. @minkyungseokie. @1655clean. @sassyheroneckgiant. @scott-mccall-could-lift-mjolnir. @nessacarty1. @a1leexxa. @storminacloud. @lovstappen. @littlehoneyfreak. @paintedbypoetry. @thatoneembarrasingmoment.

note: hiii besties, take this as an early new years present! this was supposed to be posted after dec 31st but couldn’t leave it in the drafts. there is at least one or two more chapters, so if you still wanna be added to the taglist let me know! <3

#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱#f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #f1 imagine #f1 grid x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc blurb

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chosolala · 5 months ago

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hi lola! PLEASE make Naoya Zenin headcanons 🥹 thankss

naoya headcannons ⋆˚🐾˖°

thank you for the request! unfortunately i am a naoya hater but i will try my best to make these cute and fluffy for you anon!!

hope you guys like :]

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always brushes you off when you try to show him affection (he secretly loves it)

sassy for no reason

lowkey a shit starter too, like he spreads rumors in his clan and shares everyone’s business

never lets you help him when he’s dying his hair and he always without fail misses a spot (you never tell him though since he doesn’t want your help)

honestly the best guy to talk shit with (he knows everything for some reason)

i fear if you are a girl (or even just fem presenting) he would still see you as less than him even if you are in a relationship

on the bright side! he doesn’t let you work and just gives you all his money!!! big w for the lazy girls

sometimes helps you cook if he’s feeling generous

is rude to everyone but you

all your friends hate him and secretly hope you ditch him

has such a complex and long skincare routine, he asks you to do face masks with him too

bro has the most beautiful eyelashes ever and for what reason

purposely makes you angry because he likes when you’re mean to him

randomly acts like you’re gross and pushes you away but then gets super sad and pouty when you actually stay away and don’t fight him back

when in private, he always has his arm around your waist

in public he won’t even hold your hand though

gets his nails done,like cleaned, cut, filed and clear coat ontop

literallt tweaks out when someone calls him gay even as a joke, like bro sees red 😭

loves arguing for no reason, like he starts stuff with you out of nowhere

buys you expensive gifts instead of apologizing when he messes up

sleeps bundled up, like i know he has the comfiest warmest room ever and it smells so good

very very clean

he will find a way to hate on anything like he’s a d1 hater, he probably has very creative nicknames for ugly people too

actually really funny when he’s being nice and social, he probably has the humor of a teenage girl too

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outermaybanks · 6 months ago

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just a kiss - jj x bi!reader x kie aka 3 times you were oblivious and the one time you knew exactly what you wanted a/n: wrote this entire thing high af, no proofreading we die like men. this is part one bc it ended up too long

part two here

June - the first time.

“We gotta ration it, okay?” JJ said as he shook the baggie of weed. “Ricky’s gonna be M.I.A. this month, he’s going up to Raleigh for pride.” “That actually sounds so fun,” Sarah spoke up from where she sat, John B’s lap. “Too bad all of us are straight,” Pope said. “Yeah… too bad,” Kie replied, her chin in her hand as her eyes moved to her boyfriend’s, who was already watching her with a focused look. Your eyebrows screwed together in confusion. Sure, you were still relatively new to this friend group, but surely you’d told them? “Um… I’m not straight. I’m bi,” you corrected.

Pope’s jaw hung slightly agape. Sarah’s eyelashes fluttered. Kie sat up straight. “Oh… cool,” John B said. “See? We could totally go, show our support for y/n,” Sarah said, you giggled, slightly relieved they were all fine. “I still think it’d be inappropriate for us to go, we’re almost all straight,” Pope corrected. “Everyone can celebrate love, Pope,” Sarah huffed. “If you really want to celebrate the fact that I eat pussy, Sarah, I’d settle for a bonfire,” you joked, but John B smiled. “Sounds like a good thing to celebrate. C’mon, JJ,” John B said, carefully lifting Sarah off his lap, placing her beside him before he stood up.

JJ’s eyes finally left his girlfriend’s and quickly moved to you, before he followed behind John B. Pope looked around the room, both Sarah and Kie were watching you, meanwhile, you were trying to avoid both of their gazes. “I’m gonna go help,” he said as he jumped up, following behind the two boys.

You were used to people having questions, and you could tell both girls had some, so you decided to get yours out of the way. “I thought you guys knew… you’re not gonna get all weird on me now, right?” “Oh my god, of course not, babes. It’s like, none of our business, right Kie?” “Totally,” Kie agreed. You smiled, awkwardly if nothing else. “Do you guys… have any questions?” “Does your family know or is this, like, a secret?” Sarah asked. “No, my family knows. My dad has a gay brother, so I lucked out, my family’s always been super supportive.” “How… How did you know?” your head turned to look at Kie, who was sitting on the other side of the room. A smile slowly worked your way onto your lips, remembering something a butch woman had said to you once: only two types of girls asked that question: homophobes, and closeted girls. Something told you Kie wasn’t homophobic. “Uhhh… I just did. I always just liked whoever I liked, boy or girl. I had my first girlfriend in 8th grade, and that pretty much solidified it,” you answer with a chuckle. “So what’s your type?” “Hot… funny.”

I’m hot, Kie couldn’t help but think. And funny. JJ’s hot and funny. “So you don’t have a preference? Like… girl more than guys, guys more than girls?” Sarah asked, and Kie was grateful. “Um… Hypothetically no, I have dated more girls than guys though. It’s just hard for me to find a guy I can vibe with, who’s like… actually cool with me being bi. Most guys turn it into a weird fetish thing.”

Kie’s eyes widened and she looked down at her feet. She was no better. What the hell was she thinking? You were her friend, and worse, you were the daughter of JJ’s boss at the auto shop.

Later, as the sun began to set and the boys got the fire going, you were standing a few feet away from the fire, when you suddenly felt something cold on your arm, making you jump. JJ let out a giggle as he held the beer out for you. You rolled your eyes, but smiled as you took it from him. “So… how come I never knew you liked girls?” JJ had known you the longest, well, technically Pope had chemistry with you sophomore year, but JJ was the first one to really know you. “You never asked. And unlike some people, I don’t go after anything with a pulse,” you jab your finger into his arm. He lets out a small laugh, inching away but then settling right back beside you. “Nah,” he said softly. “I’m not like that anymore. I only go after girls I really like.” You smiled. “Kie’s really cool, I’m glad you introduced us.” As if on cue, Kie’s voice came from the hammock. “Come sit with me, Jayj” “Yeah, she seems to really like you,” JJ said before walking over to get in the hammock with Kie. You furrowed your eyebrows and stared into your beer can, trying to figure out why it felt like you and JJ were speaking in riddles.

Fourth of July - the second time.

“John B put me down!” Sarah’s voice shouted as her boyfriend carried her closer to the water. You used your hand to shield your eyes from the sun as you let out a giggle, watching them. “Did you put on sunscreen, y/n?” Kie’s voice stole your attention. “Hm? Oh, no, not yet.” “Here let me help you,” Kie said, scooting closer. “Oh, thank you,” you replied, moving your hair out of the way for her. Kie hesitated, but then you felt her soft touch trail from one shoulder to the other. When you felt the coolness of the sunscreen against your warm skin, you let out a soft sound, a sound Kie should’ve ignored, but couldn’t.

“Thanks, Kie,” you said with a smile, standing up. If your back hadn’t been turned, you would have caught the look JJ and Kie exchanged. “Hey, y/n, wait up!” JJ called, quickly getting to his feet to follow you towards the water. “Mind if I join you?” “It’s a free country, Maybank,” you replied. JJ seemed unsure, still learning to read you. You decide to give him a break, and with a competitive raise of your eyebrows, almost like a dare, you give him exactly one second before you take off running towards the water. JJ is instantly chasing after you, and just as your toes feel the cold of the water, arms wrap around you, spinning you around. At first you laugh, but then you quickly remember, someone could take this the wrong way.

JJ puts you back on the ground, instantly noticing the difference in the way your body tensed at his touch. “What’s up? Did I go too far?” JJ asked. “I just… I wouldn’t want Kie to get the wrong idea and think I’m trying to come between you guys or something, y’know?” “You don’t have to worry about that,” JJ chuckled. “What?” “Me and Kie trust each other, besides, if she saw something she didn’t like, you would know,” JJ gestured to where Kie was, still sitting on the blanket. She gave a wave, which meant she had clearly been watching you and JJ. You looked back to JJ, and his words seemed like the answer to a riddle you didn’t know yet: if she saw something she didn’t like…

JJ got in the water, once it was up to his ankles he splashed some water towards you, egging you to join him. You looked between him and Kie once more before getting in the water, pushing the thoughts from your head.

That night, you all went to the Chateau to shoot off some fireworks, have another bonfire, drink, the usual, but what was unusual was Kie and JJ.

“Do you need another drink, y/n?” JJ would ask. “Come do sparklers with me, y/n/n,” Kie would say. No matter what was happening, it seemed at least 1/2 of the couple would always be beside you.

When you guys ran out of fireworks, you all sat around the bonfire and settled for a game of truth or dare. For a while, that was normal too; Sarah dared John B to skinny dip, Pope confessed to cheating on a test in math last year, John B dared JJ to do a wheelie on his bike, but then it was JJ’s turn. “Y/n, truth or dare?” You bit your lip, normally, you liked to play it safe, but while JJ worked for your dad, you found yourself building a genuine friendship with him, and one thing you know about JJ is he never turns down a dare, so how could you? “Dare.” “I dare you… to…. kiss Kie.” Your eyebrows raised, that was hardly a challenge to you. Kie was pretty, funny, down to earth, and already becoming a good friend. All the guys, and Sarah, got an excited look on their face; Kie had an unreadable expression. “Oh please-” You practically taunt. “That’s hardly a dare.” “Oh yeah? Then by all means,” JJ put his hand out, gesturing to Kie as if to tell you to get on with it. “You should be more worried,” you said as you got up from your spot to move and sit beside Kie, her eyes following you the entire way.

“I should be worried? Why’s that, cupcake?” JJ asked, leaning in to get a better view. “Because I’m a really good kisser,” you reply before turning your full attention to Kie. Now you can read her expression; she was excited. “Is this okay?” you ask softly and she nods, slowly closing her eyes. You shoot one more look to JJ before bringing your hands up to cup Kie’s face before leaning in and pressing your lips to hers. She was still, but then she kissed back, her hands coming up to touch your arms. The soft touch left goosebumps in their trail; you had to pull away. Kie’s eyes were big and lost when she opened them, almost like she didn’t understand why you had pulled away. You don’t know what came over you, but you pulled her in for a second kiss, which resulted in a round of cheers and wolf whistles from your friends while Kie’s hands balled in the front of your shirt, pulling you in closer. She looked much less lost when you pulled away the second time.

The game ended after that due to JJ’s insistence that it was time for a round of shots, so you all went inside. Pope was the first to clonk out shortly after taking his shot. JJ and Kie stepped out onto the back porch, leaving you with John B and Sarah.

“So, y/n, how are you liking the group?” Sarah asked, practically in a ball while sitting on John B’s lap. You had only been hanging out with them for a couple months, three at the most, but every second with them has been fun. “I really love your guys’ vibes, yknow? Very grateful JJ brought me along,” you answer, a small smile on your face.

“Where is JJ? And Kie?” “I think they’re on the porch talking,” you answer. “Boo!” Sarah whined, making you giggle. “I’ll go get them,” you offer, standing up from your spot.

You go out to the mudroom, and through the screen of the back door, you can hear them talking.

“JJ, I know, but I-” “Kie… I love you, I want to do this with you, and-and y’know, maybe I kinda like her too, but… Kie. It’s not like she’s a rando or-or a touron!” “I know!” Whatever they were talking about seemed intense, and eavesdropping made you feel guilty, so you reacted to your first instinct. “Hey guys, John B and Sarah miss you,” you say quickly as you swing the door open, catching both of them by surprise. Both of them look like they were caught with their hands in the cookie jar, but Kie quickly walked past you, going back inside. JJ sighed, leaning against the railing. Your eyebrows furrow, and you hesitantly step forward, letting the door shut behind you.

“You okay, J?” You asked, moving to be closer to him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” JJ brushed off with a small chuckle, one that seemed forced. You bite your lip before fully committing to standing beside him, leaning on the railing.

“I-I know I’m still new to the friend group… and I know it might be weird to tell your boss’ daughter what’s going on… but I am your friend too.” JJ sighed, biting his lip. “I just… I’m in between a rock and a hard place.” “Oh yeah? Wanna tell me about it?”

JJ chewed on the inside of his lip as he thought it over, then he smiled. “Nah, how ‘bout we go find Kie, smoke a j.” You force a smile. JJ took a while to warm up, he didn’t like to talk about his feelings, but that just meant the few times he confided in you were that much more special.

You and JJ went inside, only to find Kie alone, sitting on the couch which has now been pulled out into a bed. “John B and Sarah went to ‘sleep’,” she explained, putting sleep in suggestive air quotes. You chuckled as you sat back in your chair, JJ sat beside Kie on the bed, leaning over to the side table for his rolling tray.

“Did you have a good Fourth, y/n?” Kie asked. You smiled. “Yeah, I did. I usually just spend it with my dad.” “Booooo!” JJ spoke up, making you chuckle again. Kie smiled.

“What about you, Kie? How was your first girl kiss?” You ask, almost teasingly.

“Um,” Kie said, then turned her head to look to JJ. This time, facing them, you saw the look they exchanged. “It was fine. Just a kiss, right?” She tried to laugh it off, but something was gnawing at you, but that was the exact moment JJ finished rolling the joint. “Ta-da!” He displayed his work proudly. You quickly leaned over, putting a hand on the bed for balance as you snatched it from his hand. “Yoink!”

JJ chuckled as he let you take it, leaning over to light it for you after you put it between your lips.

“Y’know… I um-” Kie cleared her throat, you watched her carefully as you took your hit. “I was thinking about it, and I feel a little guilty.” You held the smoke in for a beat, then exhaled, blowing the smoke up, and getting up to sit on the bed so it’d be easier to pass the joint. You held it out, JJ was the first to take it. “Guilty?” you asked. “Yeah… I mean… It doesn’t really seem fair, does it? JJ’s my boyfriend, if I get to kiss someone else, he should too.” She said softly, taking the joint from JJ after he took his hit. “Should I wake Pope up?” you teased, making JJ chuckle. Kie held in her smoke, but then was silent even after she exhaled. “Y'know, I always thought we’d make a lovely couple,” JJ added, making you giggle. “Well, I mean… the most fair thing would be if JJ kissed you too,” Kie explained, holding the joint out for you. At first, you thought she was joking, so you laughed, but she didn’t. Her face was very serious. “Wait, seriously?” you asked as you took the joint from her. “Yeah, I mean… not if you don’t want to, but-” Kie looked between JJ and you. “I-I think it’d make me feel better.”

You were at a lack of words, and looked to JJ as you took your hit. He glared at Kie, but when he turned to face you, his face softened. You held the joint out for him, he took it and looked back to Kie once more, this time also softer.

“I mean, is that- would you-” Kie was a bit flustered for words. “I’m gonna be honest, this kinda feels like a trap,” you said, putting your hands up in surrender. “What? No, no, not at all! I just… want things to be equal for JJ and I… and like I said, it’s just a kiss, right?”

Out of your peripheral vision, you see JJ turn to look at you, so you look at him. You saw a flash of pink as his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. “Fuck it. I’m down if you are, y/n,” JJ said quickly. Your eyes quickly glanced back to Kie, she had a hint of a smile on her face as she stared back at you. “Okay… it’s just a kiss,” you say softly. JJ turns his body slightly to face you more, so you follow his actions. You’re nervous, but you don’t know why, you’ve kissed boys before.

“You look a little worried there, y/n. What, do I look like a good kisser or something?” JJ asked in a soft voice as he leaned in closer. You swallowed before closing your eyes and practically lurching forward to press your lips to his. JJ was surprised, but wasted no time kissing you back, his hand moving to your waist to pull you closer. JJ smiled against your lips before a small chuckle escaped him, and you took that as your cue to pull away, but JJ quickly pulled you back to him.

“She got two,” was his only explanation when you two pulled away for good. Your first instinct was to look at Kie, and you were surprised to see a smile on her face. She looked so pretty when she smiled. “Who has the joint?” You ask, trying to push the thoughts of both Kie and JJ out of your mind. Kie quickly leaned over to hand it to you, and you took a hit as the three of you exchanged looks, none of you sure how to move on from what just happened.

“Okay, I think it’s past my bedtime,” you say, getting up and stretching. “Where are you going?” Kie asked worriedly. “Mud room. Couch,” you answer, like it should have been obvious. “No way, that couch feels like a brick and it gets super hot in there. You can sleep here, with us,” Kie said it like it was nothing, but to you it very much felt like something.

“Yeah, can’t have you bitchin’ and moanin’ about a sore back tomorrow when we go surfing,” JJ added with a smirk. You bit your lip. Nothing wrong with sleeping in the same bed as your friends…

Kie offered you the spot in the middle, but you insisted on the edge, JJ taking the other. You tried to sleep, but found yourself staring at the ceiling in the darkness, replaying the events of the day. You didn’t expect kissing Kie to feel like that, and you definitely didn’t expect kissing JJ to feel like that.

“Y/n?” Kie’s soft voice asked in a whisper. You turned your head, and once your eyes adjusted, you could make out her face. “Yeah?” “I really enjoyed today…” “... I did too.” In the darkness you still managed to see her smile.

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