#on the other hand i haven't yet reached the

[writterforall]

amber alonso and rafe cameron

new form with this and that

Warnings: you know the drill

a blazing hot sunny day the sun blazed above the outer banks, casting a stark light over the quiet marina. in the distance you can hear seagulls squawking as a gentle breeze ruffled through the sails of the docked boats.

enter sheriff rafe cameron a man whose stoic presence was as much a part of the landscape as the lighthouse that stood tall on the easternmost point. his jaw, piercing blue eyes intimidating height and the badge pinned proudly to his delicious chest spoke of his unwavering dedication to upholding the law. yet today in the current moment, his usual confidence was shackled by the weight of his own restraints.

amber alonso, the nortorious serial criminal who smartly eluded the law for months. her eyes telling a story of a mix of excitement and malice as she led the handcuffed sheriff into her apartment hiden far away from prying eyes of the mainland. the room being a cluttered mess, a very clear testament of a life on the run. on the walls there was newspaper clippings detailing her daring heists, each one more brazen than the other. salt and sweat were the scent hanging in the air a potent cocktail of fear and adrenaline and fear that seemed to cling to her. despite his predicament, rafe couldnt help but admire the cunty cunningness and audacity it took so long to outwit his department.

rafe felt the tension rising as amber turned to face him, looking at him with a hungry and predatory gaze. she had him captured, not for his money and status but simply for the thrill of it all. her smile a twisted one full of promise and dark content. "you've been a damn thorn in my side for way more than my liking sheriff" she purred her voice smooth as the whiskey she poured him earlier before the handcuffs had click shut around his wrists. "but now you see the tables have turned"

looking into her eyes trying to find a hint a glimps of humanity, something anything to latch onto in the hopes of talking her down. but all he saw was a gleam of victory, the same look that had been most likely in hers and crew as she and her all woman crew bank robbers held up banks in nothing but mini dresses heels and their guns and masks. "what do you want from me amber?" rafe asked, with a steady voice despite the fear that coiled in his gut. "now, dont be silly, i think you know" she said as her voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

as she stepped closer he couldnt help but notice the way her hips swayed with the confidence of a woman knowing she held all the power. her hand traced a line down his chest sending a shiver down him. trying to jerk away but the cuffs held him fast, the metal a cold reminder of his new reality. leaning in her breath on his neck "be a good boy would you? you're mine now sheriff" she murmured. "i've got some plans for you" her hand slid lower, he felt his body respond agaisnt his will. ofcourse she noticed, her smile grew more wicked "i would be a liar to deny that i haven't thought about this" she confessed as her fingers brushed agaisnt his crotch. "finally having the man who's been chasing me at my mercy"

the room felt heavy as it spun around rafe, the walls closing in as the weight of his handcuffs grew heavier. instead of fighting back, a strange curiosity took hold of him he had seen the wildness in her eyes that had driven her to this point. now he found himself drawn to it like a moth to a flame. was it fear or excitement? he wasn't sure anymore. "you're playing with fire a dangerous game" he murmured with a low gruff. " but i'm not just going to let you.." her laughter cut him off, a record sounding musical and menacing. "let me?" she echoed, her fingers continuing their exploration "take a look around you, you dont have much of a choice sheriff" reaching down she began to tug at his belt, the leather giving way with a sharp snap the sound echoing through the room, a clear symbol of him loosing control. rafe felt his pulse quicken, mind racing as he tried to form a coherant thought amidst the haze of hornyness.

"lift your hips" amber ordered her voice firm and commanding. without hesitation he obeyed his body moving almost involuntarily as she slid down his pants exposing him to the cool air. the metal of the cuffs dug into his skin a stark contrast to the heat of her touch. her eyes never left his face, watching the play of emotions as she took control. his calvin n kleins followed the path of his pants, she knew it would be delicious but it went beyond her expectations its the biggest she's ever seen long and thick. amber's gaze raked over him, a silent challenge. rafe felt the cuffs tighten around his wrists once more, fighting the urge to sieze power back but there was something about the way she looked at him. something that definitely made his body respond despite his mind screaming for restraint.

in a deliberate taunting movement she began stripping herself naked. each item of clothing peeled away revealing inch by inch skin that has been hiden beneath layers of black fabric. her boobs bounced free hard nipples begging for attention. rafe swallowed hard, his blue hypnotic eyes locked onto amber's body as she moved with grace of a predator in heat. her eyes never leaving his as she approached the bed her bare feet silent on the wooden floorboards. sitting down straddling him, her wetness glistening. the handcuffs ratteled as amber reached behind her to grip the headboard, pulling herself closer. "clearly you no idea how long i've been waiting for this" she whispered, voice thick with desire "feeling you, unable to escape"

rafe feeling the heat of her wetness of her agaisnt his hardness, his body responded betraying his reluctance. trying to push her away, but his cuffed hands had no purchase. leaning in, amber's boobs brushed agaisnt his chest, her breath hot in his ear "dont fight it you know you want this too, you've wanted this since the day we first met" she whispered. refe felt her hand guide him, aligning him with her slick entrance. her eyes searched his, looking for a spark of consent a flicker of desire. for a moment he almost gave it to her. then the weight of his duty crashed down on him like a tidal wave. "fucking bitch no this is not what i want" he groweld.

amber's smile only grew "we'll shall see about that" she said, and with a swift motion she lowered herself onto him. he couldn't hold back the groan escaping his lips as her pussy engulfed him. her heat and dripping wetness enveloping him like a glove. her movemt were slow at first, taunting as if she were savouring the power she held over him. the cuffs bit into his skin as he tried to push her away or to pull her closer, he wasn't even sure which. she began to bounce her hips rising and falling in a rhythm that could only be learned from long nights of watching porn and practising on her special dildo.

rafe was mesmerized, his eyes glued to tje rise and fall of her boobs the way they jiggled and swayed, her moans grew louder. with each bounce her muscles clenched around him squeezing him like a vise like grip. her eyes, once full of malice now glazed over with lust. her teeth sank into her bottom lip a silent plea for more. "you want me to want this?" he growled "then let me touch you".

amber's smile grew sly, a very much knowing glint in her eye as she reached behind rafe to uncuff him. his arms fell to his sides with a clatter, the metal that had bitten into his skin had left red marks. taking a deep breath, the feeling of freedom sending a jolt through his veins. instead of reaching for her, he took her by the hips flipped her onto her back pinning her to the bed. amber's laughter turned into a surprise gasp as he took control, he hovered over her eyes dark with a hunger she haven't seen before. "my turn" he says with a wink, his voice a dangerous purr that sent a thrill through her body. with a swift movement, rafe reached back yanking his shirt over his head. the handcuffs left red welts on his skin.

leaning over her his signiture smirk taunting her, and she could see the glint of a challange in his eyes. grabbing her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand and the other he reached for the cuffs. the cool metal sent her a shiver down her spine but putting up no fight. without warning he slammed his dick into her, making her scream like a veteran porn star. the force of his thrust sent waves crashing through her, making her body arch of the bed. eyes rolling back for and for a moment amber lost all sense of time and place. the pain was exquisite, the feeling of being filled by him after months of playing cat and mouse was almost too much too handle. rafe's grin widened as he watched her reaction, "you like that, dont you, you little dirty thief?" he whispered, with a gruff voice full of lust "been pathetic begging for my dick" snapping her eyes open, amber glared up at him, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "motherfucker fuck you" she spat her words laced with venom. "you think you can just take me like this huh?"

chuckling rafe with a dark sound that sent a shiver through her "take you?" he says as he sped up his thrusts harder and harder making the headboard bang agaisnt the wall. "playing fucking games with me leaving your little clues and taunts." his hand roamed her body, squeezing her boobs, his thumb brushing over her nipples that already were hard peaks. he leaned in close his breath hot in her ear "filthy whore you are, letting a man like me fuck you like this"

amber were in heaven her pussy clenched around him, her hips bucking up to meet his punishing thrusts. "clearly that gets you off" he continued with a gravelly rumble "being nailed by the law" he ground his hips into hers, his dick hitting that spot right repeatedly making her moan his name like a prayer. "you're nothing but a silly common criminal" he murmured, his teeth grazing her ear "but you're a inviting little doll arent you? so desperate for it that you'd let the enemy fuck your brains out" he could feel her wetness, her juices coating his dick as he drove into her. his own realease growing.

amber's eyes blazed with a mix of anger and lust "you know shit about me" she bit back with a strained voice. "oh, clearly i know enough" rafe said as his strokes growing more deliberate "i know you like it rough, that you get off on the chase, the danger. you enjoy being used as a flashlight". he said while moving his hand to her throat not squeezing but gripping firmly, a silent reminder of who's in charge. amber's eyes narrowed, but did not protest instead she met his gaze. a challange in her own. "is that what you think this is?" she panted "just some cheap sleazy thrill for me?"

rafe smirked while rutting into her possesively "what else could it be?" his slapping against hers, the sound echoing in the small room. "you're just a cheap whore doll in a cheap apartment". with a sudden burst of strenght, amber bucked her hips throwing rafe off balance. he stumbled as she took the opportunity to break free, rolling him over so she was the one on top. the handcuffs fell to the floor, forgotten in the frenzy. eyes gleaming with something other than just lust now, a hint of something inhuman, something darker. staring up at her in shock, rafe's breathing ragged "what the fuck....." he said but amber silenced him with a kiss, her teeth grazing his bottom lip. her hand moved to his neck, not to choke him but to feel his pulse of his life beneath her fingertips. he could feel her incisors, a cold realization dawned on him. pulling back amber, a wicked smile were playing on her lips "whats wrong sheriff, looks like you seen a ghost" she purred, her eye colour turned into a eerie red. the room grew colder "you see, i'm more than meets the eye". wide eyed rafe shocked with fear as he took in her new form, fangs bared eyes aflame. the hand that had been caressing his neck, now held hint of something much more sinister. "you're a.... a.... vampire?" he stuttered. mind racing to process the impossible revelation.

amber's smile grew feral, she hissed flexing her fangs "now that the chase is over its long over due for the real fun to begin" she says before she slammed down her hand onto his chest. pinning him to the bed with inhuman strength, his heart pounded agaisnt her palm a tempo matching the pulsing desire between his legs. rafe's eyes searched hers, looking for a hint of the woman his been chasing for so long but all he found was he was living a real life episode of the vampire diaries a stunning vampire hungry for more than just his body. feeling the frantic thump of his heart as her hand remained on his chest a rhythm that feuled her desire. "amber what are you going to do to me?" he finally managed to ask, his voice a mix of terror and fascination. "hmmmm lets see, i'm going to show you what's its like to be hunted" she murmured, her eyes flashing red. moving her hand from his chest to his neck, her grip tightening as she felt the blood pulsing through his veins. "but first" she leaned in closer her breath ice cold agaisnt his skin "i think we should finish what we started"

amber grazing his neck with her fangs, rafe could feel the sharpness of them. a clear stark reminder of the predator above him "no!" he choked out, trying to push her away, but she was too strong too powerful. her hand squeezing his throat, not enough to cut off his air but enough to remind him who is truely actually in control. amber's eyes narrowed, the red in them deepening "where's the act so always so tough guy now huh sheriff" she whispered with a seductive hiss "i wont take your life.... not yet" her grip on him tightened, as she lowered her head. her fangs sinking into his neck, the pain was like a bolt of lightning searing and intense. rafe cried out, his body arching off the bed. tho almost immediately, the pain was replaced by a sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before. its as if she was feeding him with the essance of life itself, his eyes rolled back in his head. he could not help the moan escaping his lips.

amber lifting her head from his neck, a crimson smile spreading across her face as she licked the drops of blood from her fangs. still straddling him, her movements fluid "now lets see if you can handle the real me" she purred voice thick with hunger.

To Be Continued°°°°○○○○●●●●♡♡♡♡☆☆☆☆

[starlost-maniac]

I Slept with My Boss - Ch 9

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, protected sex, one night stand, mxf, mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, club/drinks, voyeurism, pet names, daddy kink, double pen, oral, color system, squirting, ex introduced (he's an ass)

Pairing: ot8 SKZ x fem!reader

dividers made by @cafekitsune

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You wake the following morning wrapped in Han's arms. Your memories of last night coming back to you. You're a little embarrassed that he's seen you cry twice now, but he made you feel so loved. Something you haven't felt from a man in years.

As you try to get up, Han pulls you close to him again and grumbles. "A few more minutes, jagi. I'm not ready.." You laugh softly.

"I have to get up and get ready for work, though, Hannie." You gently pat his hair. He grumbles again and buries his face in your breasts. You hear a muffled 'not yet', making you laugh again. After a moment, he starts kissing between your breasts, slowly turning his head to kiss along the inner side of your breast. Shifting some, his kisses travel up to your nipple, gently kissing and licking the hardening nub.

"Hannie.." You whisper out.

"Hmm?" He wraps his lips around your nipple, pressing his hard length against you. He grabs your other breast and gently massages it, occasionally pinching your nipple between his fingers. You grab his hair and gently pull, making him moan out.

"Damn it.." You mumble. "Fuck me..please.." You moan out when he sucks on and pinches your nipples. He smiles and chuckles. He lets go of your nipple with a pop and moves so he can kiss you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, feeling as he reaches between you both to grab his cock. Positioning his tip at your entrance, he pushes inside you and immediately starts thrusting into you. You arch your back and moan his name.

"Just..just like that, baby." He moans. He reaches under you, adjusting you both so he can go deeper. He fucks you fast and hard as he leans back down to kiss and bite your neck. One hand ends up in his hair, the other still on his back. You arch your back, feeling him deep inside you. He adjusts slightly so he's fucking you at an angle, pressing against your spongey spot. "Can you cum for me, jagi?" He whispers against the large hickey he just left on your neck.

You nod your head, moaning loud. He keeps fucking into that one spot, making you cum hard and fast, clenching around his cock. He groans loudly, fucking as fast as he can, fucking you through your high until he cums deep inside you. You both breathe hard. He sits up a bit, smiling down at you, you could see he was covered in sweat. You smile back at him, sure that you're just as sweaty.

"Let's get you in the shower, jagi." He leans down and pecks your lips a few times.

——

You got to work with Han later than you would've liked. Him fucking you again in the shower and having to stop for coffee and breakfast like Minho asked, made you come in later. Han rode the elevator up with you, holding the cup carrier that held all the drinks, you holding the bags of food. Exiting the elevator on the floor with Chan's and Minho's offices, you walk down the hall and open the door. Chan was sitting in his chair, Minho perched on Chan's desk. When you open the door, they both look over, Minho's lips quirk into a mischievous smirk.

"Hi, kitten. Hi jagiya." Minho waves his fingers at you. You bow to both your bosses before going over with Han to give them their food and drinks. "Thank you kitten. You're a lot later than I was expecting you to be, but that's ok. I already told Chan-hyung you were going to be late." He takes his drink and food, thanking you both.

"I know, I do apologize, sir." You bow to both of them again.

"No need to apologize, princess. Minho told me that you had Hannie here last night." Chan teases. "I can see that you both had a little fun, too." He points to his neck, indicating the new hickeys that Han had left. Your cheeks burn a bit. Both the older men chuckle. Minho stands up, holding his drink and bag of food in one hand. He steps over to you and gently grabs your chin, making you look at him.

"Thank you again, kitten." He softly kisses you. Pulling back, he smiles and takes Han into his office. You watch as they leave and go to sit at your desk.

"I don't get a kiss, princess?" Chan raises an eyebrow. Your cheeks burn again as you walk over to Chan. He gently grabs your waist and pulls you into his lap. Smiling at you, he tilts his head to the side a little and presses his lips to yours. He kisses you slow but deep, savoring your taste. He pulls away after a few minutes, smiling as he looks into your eyes. "Thank you for getting breakfast, princess." You nod, cheeks still red as you get up to go sit at your desk.

——

Lunch rolls around and Chan has a lunch meeting that he let you avoid, so you stayed in his office and ate at your desk. You had seen Han leave about an hour before lunch. He said his goodbyes to you but said he would be back after lunch.

"Kitten?" You hear Minho call from his office.

"I'm still here, sir." You call back.

"Come eat lunch with me, sweetheart." You stand up, packing your lunch back into your lunch bag and walk towards Minho's office. He smiles at you from his desk, and waves you over, having you sit next to him at his desk. "How was your night with Han?" He asks in a teasing voice.

"It was fun. We watched movies and did our skincare. I did his nails for him." You say.

"I saw that. You did a good job." He smiles and takes a bite of his food. "Did you do anything else?" He grins.

"We..uh..we talked." Your cheeks flush.

"Han gave me the run down while he was here, kitten." Minho speaks softly, his hand reaching over to lay on your thigh. "I know what happened. You don't have to talk about that part." He gently squeezes your leg. You nod and thank him.

"He did take me to my room though. He was going to sleep on the couch and I told him no." You smile, remembering how cute he was last night. Minho smirks, imagining what happened from what Han told him.

You and Minho continue to talk as you eat. You go back to your desk as lunch was coming to an end, just as Chan walked back in.

"Hi, beautiful." He smiles at you as he walks over. He pecks your lips before going to sit at his own desk. The rest of the work day flying by. Chan had asked if you wanted to go out tonight with him, Minho and Han, but you had to decline as your best friend wanted to see you tonight. He nods and wishes you a good night, kissing your forehead.

——

When you get home, you change into comfy clothes so you can make dinner before you have to get ready to leave to meet Yoonae. You tie your hair up in a half pony, styling some of your hair to frame your face. You apply some eye shadow and lipstick. Checking yourself over in your mirror, you nod and grab your purse and phone. Locking your door behind you, you head to the bar to meet Yoonae.

You meet her outside the bar, the bouncer letting you both in.

"Seungmin and Jeongin put you on a permanent VIP list, Y/n." He tells you as you and Yoonae walk in. You thank him and she teases you. You roll your eyes, smiling as you go up to the bar to order drinks. You see Seungmin and I.N singing karaoke. They have such angelic voices, but they are the complete opposite in bed. It honestly amazes you.

You and Yoonae drink and catch up since you haven't seen each other much since you started your new job. She tells you she got a new boyfriend and that he will be there later. You're excited for her, as she's had a string of bad luck with guys lately.

You talk for a little bit longer before she sees her boyfriend come in. She waves him over and introduces you.

"Y/n, this is my boyfriend, Jinhae. Jinhae, this is my best friend, Y/n." You both smile at each other and shake hands. You all talk for a while. Jinhae and you got along really well. He seemed like a good fit for Yoonae, which made you happy. He orders another round of drinks for all three of you as you talk for a while.

"Y/n?" You hear behind you. You freeze, recognizing the voice. Yoonae's smile dropped too. "Is that really you, Y/n?" You reluctantly turn around to face the person you thought you'd never hear from again.

"Hi..Joongi.." You look at your ex.

"It's been a while since I've seen you. How have you been?" He asks, acting like he didn't break your heart and ruin your self-esteem.

"I've been fine." You answer curtly.

"Mind if we get a drink together?" He gets closer to you. "I've missed you." He reaches out, running his knuckles over your cheek. You move your head away.

"I'm good." You start to turn back towards Yoonae and Jinhae. Before you could turn very far, your ex grabs your arm and your chin, forcing you to turn back to him.

"I'm sorry. I must have misheard you." He snears. "Did you mean to say you've missed me too, and you'd love to get a drink?"

"You've got a girlfriend, Joongi. Leave me alone." You try to pull away from him, but his grip was too strong. He leans in a bit.

"She doesn't need to know." He chuckles.

"No, leave me alone." You repeat. Just as he opens his mouth. He's yanked off of you by the back of his shirt. You look at who pulled him off you and see Seungmin with I.N not that far away.

"She said to leave her alone." Seungmin says.

"And what the fuck do you care? What, are you fucking her?" He waves his hands furiously.

"So what if I am? I've probably got a bigger dick than you do." Seungmin smirks.

"I've seen it. I would know it's big." I.N said, stepping next to Seungmin.

"If you're fucking him, what's it matter if I'm talking to my girlfriend?" Joongi shouts. You want to puke at his statement.

"I'm not your girlfriend. Haven't been for nearly a year." You say, voice a little shaky.

"And to answer your question, yes. I am fucking her. He is too." He points to I.N, who just has a shit eating grin on his face.

"I honestly doubt it. Two guys like you, wanting to fuck someone as boring and plain looking as her," Joongi waves his hand in your direction. "I doubt it." He crosses his arms. Seungmin and I.N shrug and walk over to you.

"You ok if we do this, pup?" Seungmin whispers to you in a soft voice. You nod, knowing they'll take care of you. I.N wraps his arms around your waist, standing behind you, taking Yoonae's seat as her and Jinhae moved. I.N starts to kiss your bare shoulder as Seungmin wraps his hand around your throat, gently squeezing.

You close your eyes and moan softly. He quickly smashes his lips into yours, your arms instinctively wrap around his neck before he pulls away just as quick, I.N spinning you around to repeat Seungmin's action. Seungmin turns back around to look at Joongi, who had the most pissed off look he's ever had.

"You." He points to your ex. "You are banned for life from this establishment. I will be sure you are banned from as many places as I can get you banned from. And I will be sure my boyfriends get you banned from as many places as they can." Seungmin steps up to stand face to face with your ex.

"You can't do that!" He shouts, getting ready to fight. I.N continued to make out with you behind Seungmin, keeping you distracted.

"I can, and I will. And if I ever see you touch her again. If you ever talk to her again, and I hear about it," Seungmin shoves his finger into your ex's chest. "You will regret it. Now, get the FUCK out of my bar." He waves a bouncer over and the bouncer grabs your ex and forces him out of the establishment. The onlookers clapped loudly before going back to enjoying themselves. Yoonae and her boyfriend walk back up to you the same time Seungmin does. Your best friend profusely thanking Seungmin.

"It's not an issue. No one will hurt her again. Not on my watch." He mumbles the last part to himself. I.N finally pulls back from you, a hungry look in his eye. You smile up at him, lipstick somehow not messed up. You look between him and Seungmin, smile still on your lips.

"Thank you both, so so much." You gently pat at your eyes with the back of your fingers as you feel tears start to form on your lash line.

"You don't need to thank us, darling. You're ours, and we won't let some asshole like that try to take what's ours." I.N smiles at you. You've heard just about all of them call you 'mine' or 'ours', but it doesn't click right now as you're still a bit upset with your ex showing up.

"Still. Thank you. But I think I'm ready to call it a night. Joongi kind of ruined the mood for me." You sigh. Yoonae nods in understanding, telling you to check in with her when you get home, giving you a tight hug.

"How about I.N and I come over. Make sure he doesn't follow you home. It'll make me feel better, and I'm sure I.N will feel better too." Seungmin suggests, I.N nodding in agreement. You nod, saying that it sounds like a good idea. You stand up from the bar seat, saying goodbye to Yoonae and Jinhae before heading out of the bar with Seungmin and I.N following behind you.

Like they expected, your ex was hanging out around the outside of the bar, hoping to ambush you. Seungmin glares at him and walks you to your car as I.N gets in his.

"I'll ride with you, I.N can follow." Seungmin says quietly, you nod and get in the driver seat as Seungmin gets in the passenger side. You drive to your house, seeing I.N's car in your rear view mirror. You park, I.N parking beside you, and get out, the boys following you inside your place. You lock your door behind I.N as they look around. You quickly text Yoonae, saying you made it home and that the two men are with you. She responds fast, thanking you for checking in, and to stay safe with a heart. You smile and look up at the men. They were still looking around your place.

"Make yourselves comfortable, I'm going to go change and take off my makeup." You walk off towards your room, both men watching you walk.

"Go help her hyung, I'm going to look for snacks, set up here in the living room." I.N says, waving his hand to shoo his hyung away. Seungmin goes down the hall to your room, softly knocking on the door. You call out for them to come in. Seungmin opens the door and steps in, shutting the door behind him.

He smiles at you. "Innie told me to come help you while he looks for snacks. Gonna settle in the living room and hang for a bit." He steps over to you. "Do you need help with your dress?"

You nod and turn around. "Yes, please." Seungmin steps behind you, leaning down, he softly kisses your neck as he grabs the zipper of your dress and slowly pulls it down, lips traveling from one side of your neck to the other. You close your eyes and shiver a little. When your dress is unzipped, he slides the straps off your shoulders and slowly pushes the dress off your body. He wraps his arms around your waist and steps up against you, pressing himself against your lower back.

"The things you do to me, pup." He whispers against your skin.

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𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! | itoshi rin x fem reader

part fourteen: blue lock || BAND AU, A BIT AGED UP

plot: after your band's last concert, a few days after Rin's, an online competition arises about who is the best bassist. A whole new challenge is created by the new fandom who loves you, but people don't know that you and the bassist of Blue Lock haven't spoken in about 3 years since you broke up, when you were sixteen

02: PAST, YESTERDAY

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You look at the sea in front of you, the warm breeze that warms your body, but not your soul. It's supposed to be a happy day, you're happy actually, but you can't ignore the part of you that's been dead since Sae got on that plane a few hours ago. Sitting on the sand, next to you, is the only person who can understand how you feel since he also feels the same, perhaps even more painfully. You should be happy for the milestone reached by the third person of your trio, yet Sae only recently left and has already left a huge void

“Pretty ironic coming to his favorite place now that we miss him” you say lifting your head from your knees, looking towards Rin, who instead shrugs “You insisted on coming here. I wanted to go home” he says, and you roll your eyes "You can go, if you want. Nothing will happen if you leave me alone here for few hours" you say, but he shakes his head "Don't even think about it"

You smile at him, resting your head against his shoulder “Thanks, Rin. Thank you so much"

Sae left for Spain, he had a golden opportunity which he obviously chased: being called by one of the most famous guitar schools in the world. As happy as you both are for him, he left you behind, breaking the balance that had been normal for you for 3 years now. Years had passed since you started hanging out at the Itoshi house, becoming friends with both brothers, and now that one was gone, everything seemed so strange

The only guitarist who knew how to entertain you was now in another country. Your best friend was now in another country. Rin's brother was in another country, very far from Japan

“We're handling this as if he's dead. He's fine, he just went to be the best somewhere else” Rin says, resting his head against yours “He left our little band to become the best. And when he comes back he'll be ready for us again, and we'll use this time to be the best around here" he says, and somehow his words make you think for a while "Do you think he'll hate us when he comes back?" you say, and Rin turns to you, confused "You always get too paranoid. Of course he won't do it" he say returning to your previous position, but this time shyly grabbing your hand, playing with your fingers. You breathe a sigh of relief, looking at him calmly "I'm just paranoid"

A lot has happened between you and Rin since you started being seriously friends. He became your bassist, you his bassist, and the only one he's not extremely cold to, besides his brother. It's not uncommon for you to hold hands, it's a gesture you're used to, but which every time gives you little shivers down your spine. But you're not in some kind of relationship, you don't even know how you feel about him, much less how he feels about you. It's just pure affection, you think

"He will meet many good bass players. Maybe they will call him into some band, if they see how good he is" you say, still looking at the sea, hoping that you too can become a wave, just to not think about all this. Rin sighs, scratching the back of your hand "It could happen. But we're his favorite"

"This doesn't mean anything. What about the band we had? Okay we didn't even have a name, but..." you say, but you fall silent not knowing how to continue. Rin seems to notice your little discomfort "He will do what he thinks is right, we can only be happy for him. But we both know how much he loves us, how much he loves you. He would never do something that would make us fight, between the three of us" he says, and you try to convince yourself. You make yourself more comfortable against him, the sunset slowly giving way to the darkness of the evening

'What do we do while we wait?" you ask "Let's become the best" he says, but you shrug “Beyond that, i mean, how do we spend our time now?”

"What do you mean?" he asks, looking you straight in the eyes "I say... what if we created a band? To train while we wait for him" you say unsure, but Rin seems to be interested "Huh?"

"A band, a band of our own. Where we play, but this time with other people that we can get from somewhere... a guitarist, a drummer. And we can ask to perform in some bar or I don't know... maybe I'm just talking in circles, forget about it" you say looking down, but Rin's silence makes you look up, noticing how he's actually thinking about it. The younger Itoshi seems so interested in the idea that it surprises you, since it's just something you said randomly, but that could be an option "And what would you like to call this band?"

You look around, looking at the fence next to you, positioned on the beach. Attached to it are many padlocks, placed by lovers to seal their love

"Blue Lock" you say turning to Rin, who was looking in the same direction as you. He tilts his head, then letting an imperceptible, but not for you, smile spread across his face; when he smiles, you can swear your 13 year old girl heart explodes

“Blue Lock, huh?” he asks, relaxing his muscles "It could work" he says, and you look at him even more surprised "You think so?" you ask, and he nods “It could. But you're the founder of this thing, not me. So don't blame me if everything fails" he says putting his arm around your shoulders, holding you close to him. You accept his small show of affection, holding onto him even tighter. If Rin believes that it can work, that you and him can start a real band, then it will work

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[seventeenlovesthree]

Madoka Magica Ship Analysis - HomuMado

Based on these two polls [X] [X], I will write an analysis that'll also include how I feel about the ship (similarly to my Digimon shipping game analysis posts).

Disclaimer: I won't claim this to be a conclusive/definitive analysis of all of the ship's aspects. I have watched the original 12-episode-series and movies (including Rebellion), the Magia Record anime and I've read several manga series (the Original, The Different Story, Wraith Arc, Rebellion Story, Oriko Magica, Another Story, Mitakihara Anti-Materials). But I'm aware that I haven't seen/read all of what's out there and am also not thoroughly familiar with the games. Plus, oftentimes, ship dynamics vary depending on which series/timeline you are looking at. I'm fairly certain that thousands of words must have been written about this ship already, better and more elaborate than I probably ever could - so this is going to be my personal take on it.

Whether canon provides input on them or not.

As the main faces, characters (and ship) of the entire franchise, it's absolutely impossible to watch/read/play the series without taking note of Madoka Kaname, Homura Akemi and their dynamic. Their characters, arcs and development are irrevocably connected with one another - no pun intended (yet) - and without them, we wouldn't even have a story to talk about to begin with. But let's start at the beginning, shall we.

On one hand, we have Homura - who initially started off as a shy and timid girl, prone to sickness and ridden by insecurities. Presumably raised as an orphan at a government-funded orphanage, she struggles to find her way, fitting in at school, keeping up, making friends and socializing in general - thus she becomes an easy target for corruption (we shall keep this in mind for later) and is almost being dragged into suicidal tendencies by a Witch... If it wasn't for the pink-haired Magical Girl (and her senpai) who is going to rescue her - and Homura has no idea yet that she'll end up committing her entire life and purpose to her soon after.

Madoka initially starts off as not considering herself to be anything special - but is still determined to do good as a Magical Girl, she appears to be straight-forward yet kind, gentle and welcoming... Especially towards Homura. So - is it really surprising that Homura, timid, insecure, lonely Homura, would end up thoroughly enchanted by Madoka? The first real friend she must have had in ages? The person who smiled at her, reached out and encouraged her in her pure, innocent ways? Absolutely not, it's highly relatable, endearing... And thus, it shall be even less surprising to see Homura not wanting to lose her again. The feeling of being wanted, appreciated - of not being alone anymore.

After watching Madoka sacrificing herself, ending up killed by Walpurgisnacht in the original timeline, Homura makes her wish to become a Magical Girl herself - not just to meet Madoka again, but to be the one to rescue her this time. What appears to be a wish of determined, unexpectedly confident heroism at first will, just like every other wish, turn out to be a multi-layered mess of human complexity. An underlying desire born from affection - that will eventually turn into something deeper, desperation, obsession, whatever you may want to call it.

Homura lives through countless timelines, repeating the same month over and over again to save Madoka, discovering the fate of Magical Girls to become Witches eventually along the way, becoming more and more skilled at weaponry combat... At some point, she was already perfectly ready to become a witch alongside Madoka, as long as they're together, destroying the entire world - but is held back by Madoka's wish to prevent her from falling for Kyubey. And thus, Homura thoroughly hyperfocuses on her personal mission, so she won't lose the last bit of hope, no matter how bleak the situation may be. However, in the process, she is growing more and more distant, not only from Madoka and their fellow magical girls, but also from herself. Hardened by the experiences, she develops a cool facade and a stoic attitude, swallowing and locking away emotional attachment to anything and anyone that is not Madoka in order to reach her goal.

With every timeline resetted, more karmic energy revolves around Madoka - but with Homura's wish revolving around saving her, she also becomes increasingly more timid, reserved and insecure each time(line). While her general stance on Homura is still mainly the same - finding her, her look and name cute/pretty -, their ability to relate to one another dwindles with every reset. Homura's attempts at reaching Madoka, as desperate as they may appear, rather scare and alienate Madoka - who cannot possibly understand what she has been going through, the time she had spent, the absolute commitment...

Until Madoka eventually makes her own wish to honour all of Homura's achievements - until she wishes for witches to never have existed and, enabled by all the karmic energy, she becomes a literal Goddess in the process, the Law of Cycles to keep magical girls from despairing, creating an entirely new universe... One in which she has never existed as a human, but only as a concept. Selflessly wishing for everybody's happiness - whereas Homura wishes she didn't. While Madoka thanks her for all she had done for her sake, giving her her red hair ribbons as memory for safekeeping, Homura cannot fully accept this new reality. She does fight on at first, honouring Madoka's wish within a world that has Wraiths instead of Witches, determined to defy anyone and anything that shall threaten her legacy... But this state isn't meant to last.

The long twintail-braids shy, timid Homura used to wear alongside her glasses, mirroring Madoka's red-ribboned twintails as a symbol of innocence, are merely a memory of who Homura Akemi is going to become. For the sake of her initial wish, for the sake of devotion and love that have turned into an obsession that doesn't allow much deviation. And her will to keep living in Madoka's universe is fragile - as she has to overcome temptation in the shape of shape-shifting Wraiths, showing her her beloved Madoka once more - just for example.

And eventually, despair takes over: Trapped within a Witches barrier inside of Homura's own Soul Gem, a world has formed that technically would have granted her biggest wish - a world in which Madoka exists happily alongside her and her/their friends, fighting together, living a peaceful life... But this world is just a facade as well, meant to lure the Goddess into a trap to regain power over the old Witch System of an alternate reality. And Homura, whose hair can never be turned back into braids again, who has lost her way and purpose, turned into a Witch and is ready to sacrifice herself if it means keeping Madoka safe once more. But even as she is, once again, mercifully saved by Madoka in the end in return in another act of selflessness - Homura's initial wish takes over. To be the one to save Madoka - in Homura's sense, means to stop her from being selfless for once, giving her the chance to live a normal life in another fake reality. It's Homura's, presumably, selfish desire in contrast to Madoka's - as they have truly become opposites in every single way. In order to fulfill her wish and become Madoka's sanctuary - even against her will -, she became a Devil to defy the Goddess' universe, following a corrupted form of love once born from the wish to protect the one most important to her. To maintain the image of Madoka she had formed in her head, regardless of whether that is what Madoka has eventually become and wished for by herself. And thus, she cannot wear Madoka's red ribbon, the sign of her legacy and innocence, anymore. A black dress and red eyes now have to face a white dress and golden eyes. The braids cannot return... At least not for now.

... Too long, didn't read: There is A LOT to work with, you already know all of this and yet, I am pretty sure I haven't been able to capture every aspect of them.

Whether I think why and how they’d work.

As mentioned, depending on timeline, universe, state of progression, their dynamic tends to be WILDLY DIFFERENT. You can take Moemura/Shy!Homura and OG!Madoka, you can take Cool!Homura and Anime!Madoka (and their various states in between), you can take EndofAnime!Homura and Madokami, you can take Rebellion!Homura and Rebellion!Madoka, Homucifer and Madokami and you can take Homucifer and FakeWorld!Madoka... The possibilities are ENDLESS (especially when you also include the more comedic-leaning portrayals in spin-off mangas like Homura Tamura).

The good part about this is - you can basically pick your poison, you can make this dynamic as wholesome or as toxic as you desire your own personal brand of Yuri to be. Which is, in my opinion, one of the aspects that make Madoka Magica and HomuMado in general so unbelievably intriguing.

Let's start with the toxic side of things, because I would argue that this is where Rebellion left us hanging and where Walpurgisnacht Rising might continue (at first): Homura's wish and her mingling created a very idealized version of Madoka in her head that she wishes to protect and maintain. Her initial thankfulness and endearment towards the kind, strong Madoka in the original timeline have basically been replaced by her unshaken desire to SAVE her. She has to be the one who (selfishly?) stops her from being selfless, she has to be the one to shield and protect her from any harm, keeping her locked in a precious glass bowl preferably nobody else can mess with. The problem here is that this version of Homura (which is basically Homucifer, but also several stages of her before that) cannot accept any other reading of reality than her own. Yes, in an ideal world, she could have allowed Madokami to finally take her away to exist with her in lesbian heaven for the rest of eternity - but that was not what Homura had wished for. And also probably not what Homura thought she deserved after everything she had done. In a way, having her turn into Homucifer was also some kind of self-chosen punishment as a "sinner"...

And Madoka, honestly speaking, probably had a very idealized version of Homura in her head as well. I'm not just talking about Rebellion!Madoka (or FakeReality!Madoka for that matter), whose memories had been tampered with, but also Madokami - who claimed to have seen all that Homura had done for her, in all timelines and realities... But apparently, she hadn't noticed her state of mind, her being so close to despairing and snapping because she just couldn't take this universe. That she couldn't let Mami or Kyouko in, no matter how hard they tried. She still felt alienated from them and lonely, thus she always reverted back to her initial goal, as she simply didn't belong into this universe. It kinda leads me to believe that it may be impossible for even Madokami to see Homura as anything other than the braided girl from the very beginning, her "best friend" from the original timeline.

Long story short - these two need to actually TALK for once. Getting to know their REAL CURRENT selves in whatever state or timeline that may be. Seriously, letting Madokami and Homucifer have a verbal conversation about all these misconceptions and misunderstandings about each other, talking about needs and desires and BOUNDARIES in a meta-kinda-way would be incredibly satisfying to watch. (And I am pretty sure, such scenarios exist in both fanfiction and doujins, but I haven't found them yet!)

Personally, I also highly enjoy the dynamic between Moemura and OG!Madoka - even after a few timelines have passed, as it has been depicted in the second season of the Magia Record anime. It gave me the impression that Homura had already gained a little bit of confidence and Madoka was still hands-on enough for them to be on a similar wavelength - which makes their dynamic among the healthiest in the entire franchise and gives them a lot of opportunities to bond and develop. For Homura to form a proper sense of self, encouraged by but not entirely dependent on Madoka. Actually, this version is also incredibly close to the Rebellion dream versions of Homura and Madoka - which, unsurprisingly, also is one of the most peaceful versions of them, having them sit together in a flower field, talking for hours about actual things. However, this Homura is still hyperfocusing on Madoka here - and it may not even have been her 100% authentic self, since her memories had been influenced by Homura's vision of her.

However, you have to allow them to talk and actually get to know each other and their flaws, let them banter and tease... Let Homura see and learn to accept undesirable aspects of Madoka - and let Madoka shout back at her if necessary. Deep down inside, they both adore and admire each other - which is why they were compatible in the original timeline in the first place. Homura admired Madoka for her strength, whereas Madoka admired Homura for her coolness. And they absolutely have the potential to help the other to become their best selves. But they need to see each other for who they really are and thus have to abandon codependent tendencies for it to work; Homura has to accept that Madoka is her own person who doesn't need to be overprotected - and Madoka has to accept that she cannot "save" Homura just by herself, but that she may encourage her to get therapy to deal with her self-image first. Let Homura understand that "love" also means to let go. Let her see that different people define "love" differently as well and that you have to understand how your significant other loves to love them back right.

Whether I’d prefer them as platonic or romantic ship.

When I had watched Madoka Magica for the first time approximately 10 years ago, I was positively - and obviously - in love with this ship and its potential. I adored Rebellion for how tragically it portrayed it - and again, I'm not even sure if I did them justice in comparison to everyone who wrote about them before me. As outlined above, it has various layers to pay attention to and I absolutely cannot wait to see how Walpurgisnacht Rising will add to my initial analysis of them. Because their dynamic WILL change, there is no denying.

Even after all this time, I still (want to) see the romantic potential between them. They may not be my favourite Madoka Magica ship anymore, but I still rate them very highly due to their complexity, my own nostalgia and hopefulness - although I'm aware that I would ship them in very idealized ways myself that are self-indulgently peaceful (and required a lot of therapy). As much as I want to see them get a happy end one way or another - I am currently very invested in exploring Madoka's and Homura's polycule potential dynamics with the other members of the Magica Quintet and am looking forward to writing more ship analysis posts soon!

[stcries]

"ah, so conflict is the same wherever then. perhaps i shouldn't have gotten my hopes up, then again, to ask for such a world would be fruitless." it's what anyone would want, especially living in a world filled with strife no matter what corner you turned. sidon was a king now, he had to do what was best for his people, and he would set out to create a world of piece, the one he promised his people upon taking the throne.

being mistaken for a freshwater fish? now that can't help but rouse a small laugh from the zora's throat, eyelids creasing as grin widens. "i doubt you'd make such a mistake. you seem quite the skilled adventurer. besides, none of the other species which dwell in the water reach our size, so i think being able to distinguish them should be quite easy." then again, if she preferred to not take the risk, then he shan't force it. surely they could find some other sustenance on their journey here...

oh, and right on queue, turning a corner, a flash of burning red crosses into his view. "there we are! i knew there would be some up here. thankfully, they haven't been plucked yet," footsteps quicken as sidon approaches the bush, kneeling downward for clawed hands gently palpate the fruits. "their temperatures are quite high, they must be ripe then, even better!"

"Y'COULD SAY THE SAME FOR MOST OF THE WORLD. Folks don't exactly see eye-to-eye, even close to home . . ." The mainland that she knew was chock-full of riders' villages, but it was an outlier in a world where monster riding was otherwise scarce. At least, most people in the other continents wouldn't look at a rathalos and think it could be befriended.

" . . . Not sure if our definitions of 'monster' are the same, though . . ." She'd further clarify. If she felt it was necessary, she would have explained how the bokoblins and other offending creatures that attacked the locals physically reminded her of some of the different lynian tribes—just, far bigger, and far nastier.

Meanwhile, the monsters she knew were just what lived in the land she called home. They were as common and as natural as Hyrule's fauna; simply animals evolving, adapting, and fighting to survive.

Of course, all of this she wouldn't elaborate on for now. Besides, the subject of finding a meal and getting some rest before she was back on the road again is far more pressing. "Well, actually, I was gonna go fishing. But since you showed up, now I'm more concerned I'll mistake someone like you for a fish . . . and uh, I don't think I wanna do that."

[princess-of-the-corner]

Ok, now I'm not sure which is funnier. She IS his biokid, but he refuses to explain, or she isn't, & Aizawa's like, "I know we said no more kids, but I ran into a literal cat child that can also erase Quirks by staring really hard, I felt that was probably a universal sign." (Legit explanation is probably either Quirk related, or EraserMic actually wanted another kid, went through surrogacy, & just forgot to tell anyone.)

Honestly given my headcanons for the reproductive capablities in this family, it'd be pretty hard to bullshit their way into a legit bio kid. So 'I found a kid and she's ours now' is on the table.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Theyre going to think I like canon and purely canon if I keep going on like this

[uncuteartist]

PLANNER. IS. GETTING. DONE. TODAY. GODDAMNIT.

And I'm starting the July/August one next week at latest. Not doing this bullshit again. If I want to change the format, I can do it for the September/October one.

Okay, Just typing that out is distressing. THE YEAR IS GOING TOO FAST.

[allpromarlo]

happy mother's day to him in particular <3

[ourceliumnetwork]

y'know that post that's like everyone's got their special super power or whatever, it might just look a little different from the super hero movies? right?

yeah my bio family's version of that is Impeccably Bad Timing

[missdynamighttt]

watching porn with bf! katsuki bakugo will somehow turn into a bet to see who will give in first.

when you ask him if you could watch porn together, how could he say no to you, his girl? more so when you basically riled him up to convince him.

"bub, can we watch porn together?" you look at him, your legs resting in his lap as the both of you lounged on the couch.

katsuki's eyes widen at your directness, his jaw slightly dropping at your question. he scoffs out of disbelief, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"you're real damn blunt, pervert," he grins at your pout, stroking your thighs with firm, gentle squeezes.

"i'm not doing it for weird reasons! just.." you shrugged. "curious to see what happens, i guess? i dunno how to explain.."

he sighs, shaking his head. his hand reaches out to ruffle your hair with a grin. "you're lucky you're adorable. fuck it, why not?"

you grin, leaning closer to him, giving his cheek a kiss. "knew you'd come around. come to think of it, i bet you will jerk off to it first."

his eyes narrow at you and he scoffs. "that confident, huh?"

"with how hot you think i am and all? totally."

"like you don't think i'm hot too. wanna bet, sweets?"

"definitely. ground rules: don't touch yourself. and no touching each other. and i mean holding hands, hugs, and kisses. not just feeling each other up."

"tch, fine," katsuki scoffs. "no looking away to calm down. only when we talk. winner gets braggin' rights and loser lives with the eternal knowledge that the winner is better."

"fine," you scoff back. "you're gonna give in first, 'nyway. since you can’t go a single morning without pulling me into bed again."

katsuki's eyes narrow at you again, this time pouting at you with his cheeks flushed. "says the brat clingier than a damn koala after sex."

"oh, you're so on."

but little did you know, this would be harder than you thought.

you've set up your laptop on the coffee table across the couch, scrolling through the mediocre home page porn in incognito as you sit next to your boyfriend.

you were almost reluctant to continue but knowing him, he would definitely egg you on about being a coward. because one thing about your boyfriend, katsuki, was that he really wanted to win at everything.

"wanna watch?" you look at katsuki with a grin, the video on display captioned: "I hope the NEIGHBOURS were pleased with WHAT THEY SAW!", the preview of the video showing a couple standing by the window, fucking. it wasn't really your thing but you wanted to see how he'd react.

katsuki glances at the laptop before giving you a skeptical look, his tone firm. "fuck no."

"why not? whats wrong with it?"

"just.. no," he shakes his head, a sly grin slowly creeping onto his face as he looks at you. "one second. technically haven't started yet, yeah?"

he leans in, his lips meeting your cheek in a soft, quick kiss before pulling back. his fingers linger, stroking your cheek in a gentle, affectionate gesture. "just pick somethin' else, sweets."

you roll your eyes while wearing a fond grin. you're almost tempted to call him out on how affectionate he was but you didn't want him to stop. you couldn't help but find it endearing and cute.

but after awhile, you and katsuki realize pornhub's terrible acting and weird angles wasn't really working.

"no, too weird. it looks awkward. and fake."

"no, the guy is givin' me the ick. looks homeless."

"no, it looks.. painful. why is it so stretched?"

"no. wait, you're into that? i'm not opposed to it, i just think it looks weird when they do it. just sayin', if you wanna try it.."

so, you go on twitter, looking for porn accounts and already finding better alternatives.

finally, your eyes settle on a compilation of video captioned: "breeding selection 🖤" , the previews of the videos showing various faceless girls getting fucked sloppily and creampied by their partner.

this was it. it wasn't exactly your best plan but you were depedent on him getting turned on by the video and your mere presence to win the bet. and if anything turned him on, it would be the thought of breeding his pretty little girlfriend.

you glance at him from the side, taking in his relaxed demeanor as he leans back with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on the laptop as if there wasn't porn on the screen.

"this good with you, boyfie?"

he looks at you and fuck, you can practically feel the heat radiating from his gaze. his eyes rake over you, taking in every curve and contour of your body with a hungry look, like he's undressing you with his eyes, imagining what he'd do to you.

"mhm, 'ts fine."

you nod, going back to the laptop to play the video, stupidly thinking: there was no way he'd be able to play dirty, especially when he can't touch you. but no.

the video plays, only a few seconds showing the girl's rear. the guy squeezes her ass, the cum dripping out of her pussy and in between her swollen folds, down to her thighs as he plays with her ass.

and you know what katsuki does? this man talks you through it, saying the most filthy, lewd shit with a cheeky grin. this man plays dirty by talking dirty.

"goddamn. see the cum, just drippin' out of her? bet you want me fill you up real bad now, don't you? wanna recreate that with me, sweets?"

your thighs clench involuntarily, your body betraying your inner desire. you stare back at him with a glare, feeling a familiar ache settle between your legs. "we do that on a daily basis, katsuki."

"'m just sayin'," katsuki grins, thinking: perfect. you're getting horny. "the idea of pumpin' you full, watchin' my cum drip out of you.."

he was just so desperate to see you rub your clit silly so that he can do it too without admitting defeat. his dick was huge but his pride could compete.

you clear your throat, glaring at his cheeky grin before quickly playing the next video. it's longer, around 8 minutes. it has a better angle, showing the guy's dick disappearing in and out of the girl's pussy, her doughy ass hitting his abdomen. he slams into her as she moans softly around his cock, sticky from their shared slick.

you feel hot and tight in your own skin, your throat going dry. you felt your sore nipples harden as you painfully clench down on nothing, tempted to just subtly grind against the couch for a second. fuck. it hasn't even been 5 minutes yet you were so, so wet.

your boyfriend noticed. and he certainly wasn't of any help.

"shit," katsuki leans down close enough to whisper in your ear, his breath hitting your skin, but far away enough so that he wasn't touching you. "you wet already, sweets?"

"i'm not. shut up and watch the damn porn."

"aww, don't be like that. look at my pants, baby, c'mon."

you bite your bottom lip before your eyes reluctantly dart down to his pants. fuck. his boner was so fucking obvious, it didn't help that he was wearing grey sweats. you were already picturing him naked, imagining how your cunny would look like taking in his dick.

"see? i'm so fuckin' hard for you, baby, it hurts," he sighs, looking at the tent in his pants before whispering in your ear. "don't you wanna take care of me, hm?"

a small sigh escapes your lips as you try to steady your breathing, your eyes darting everywhere but at katsuki. your thoughts consumed by the sight of him, despite your attempts to remain composed.

"you're mean," you huff.

"baby, c'mon. i'll take real good care of you, i promise," he grins at you. "just gotta touch me, yeah?"

you pout again before your eyes return to the screen, thinking your only solution was to ignore him.

although, it wasn't any help as you watched the cum drip out of the girl's pussy before he fucks it back into her, when you wanted nothing more than for him to do the same to you.

he put some distance, and you thought: okay. some time to calm yourself down. but just when you thought katsuki couldn't outdo himself, you hear the ruffling of pants, looking down to see him stripping himself of his clothes.

you look up at him as you feel your face get hot from embarrassment. "hey, what are yo-"

"hm?" he looks back at you, blinking innocently. he throws his clothes unceremoniously somewhere, leaving him in only his boxers as he holds his hands up in surrender. "what? it's hot, sweets. this doesn't count 'nyway, right? besides, 'm not touchin' anythin'."

you huff, pouting at him with a glare, trying not to admire his muscles. that's the game he wanted to play? you glanced down again, a clear fucking mistake. you almost felt drool down your chin as you admired his body, tempted to take his boxers off and just go wild—

you swallowed, looking back up at him. you get an idea. if you can't beat them, then... "you wanna play that game? fine."

you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head, revealing your bare skin to his eyes. tossing the shirt aside, you slowly tug down on your shorts, sliding them down your legs until you're left standing in just your bra and panties.

katsuki's jaw tightens and his muscles tense the moment you started undressing. he clenched his fists, the effort it takes him not to pounce on you was almost physically painful. he takes in the sight of your nearly naked body, his mouth going dry at the sight of you in your bra and panties.

the porn playing on the laptop is long forgotten as he stares at you. because fuck porn when he has such a gorgeous girl right in front of him. his girl.

"the hell are you doin'?" his voice is strained, getting the courage to look away with flushed cheeks. his eyes dart back to the screen, focusing with his arms crossed.

"hm?" you look up at him, blinking innocently like he did. you put your clothes away somewhere and held your hands up in surrender, like he did. "relax. its hot for me too. besides, doesn't count, right?"

"damn it. doesn't count but it's damn well torture."

"what's stopping you from fucking me, hm?"

"you know damn well whats stoppin' me. quit testin' me or i swear to god, i'm gonna fuck you so hard after this."

you laugh, trying to ignore the ache in between your legs as a cheeky smile plays on your lips. "'m just saying. i bet it'd feel really good, y'know. having you inside of me..."

his teeth clench at your words, his hands clenching into fists to keep himself in check. "goddamn it. baby, you're killin' me here."

"bub... all you gotta do is touch me and i can make the pain go away."

"sweets... why are you torturing me?" he groans, his hands clenching onto the couch as he glares at you.

"i want you. fuck, i need you. damn it, you've seen how fuckin' hard i am. so why are you makin' me wait, hm?" his voice is low, almost whining about how much he craves you. how needy he is to be inside you.

"i wanna win too," you bite your bottom lip, almost tempted to fold.

"fuck," he grits out, his eyes closing briefly as he runs his hand through his hair. he looks at you again, his gaze filled with frustration and need. "sweetheart.. you're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

a sly smile spreads across your lips as you lean in closer to him, just close enough that your breath tickles his skin, but not touching him. you were getting there. on top of him not making eye contact, you could've sworn his boner twitched.

"i know. but... please take care of me, katsuki," you whispered, hearing his breath hitch as yours fans across his skin. "i know you wanna."

his eyes darken as he looks down at you, his resolve almost wavering. "oh, i do. i really do, sweets."

that's the last thing you hear before katsuki is finally on you, his movements quick and urgent as he slams his lips onto yours. he kisses you like he's starving, his lips hot and angry against yours, desperate to have his fill of you but take out his frustration on you too.

katsuki pulls away, glaring at you before helping you out of your soaked panties as you help him out of his boxers, his hard cock springing out and stood at his abdomen.

"wanna take care of me that badly, huh?" you grin, reaching for his cock, stroking it up as you thumb his throbbing tip leaking with pre.

his breath hitches, hissing before he reaches down your folds and rubs your swollen clit, your soft moans echoing in his ears. "shut the fuck up. you won't even be able to think, after i'm done with you."

katsuki grunts, aligning himself inside of you, gasping at the softness of your wet, velvet walls. and as he thrusts his cock into your dumb little cunny, he recreates exactly what happened in those videos.

"whats the matter?" he taunts in your ear as he folds your legs near your shoulders, fucking you into mating press. his body covers yours completely, you can feel his weight pressing down on you. "you fuckin' wanted this, right?"

"a-ah, i do..." you gasped, sore nipples feeling the skin of his pecs. "you're just.. mad i won.."

"hah? you callin' me a sore loser?"

"if— oh... if the condom... fits."

suddenly, you squealed from the sudden thrust, whimpering as he slams his cock deeper inside of you, almost kissing your cervix as you feel his balls slapping against your folds.

"won't fuckin' fit 'nyway cause i'm fuckin' you raw— shit," he gasps, desperately rutting himself into you, chasing your release and his. "feels so fuckin' tight, sweets, holy shit..."

"katsukiii," you moaned his name, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he fucks you dumb. "i-i can't, anymore, please—"

"shhh, you can take it," he huffs before leaning down to give you an affectionate, reassuring kiss. his lips soft and gentle against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck.

he draws back from the kiss, his lips leaving yours with a soft, wet pop. "you can take it, can't you, baby?"

you whine and squirm against him, a desperate, needy sound leaving your lips. you nod, the words failing you in that moment, silently begging him to keep going, to give you more of the pleasure that you need. he smiles at you, leaning down quickly to give your cheek a kiss.

"atta girl," he murmured with pride, kissing down your jawline. his mouth is hot against your skin as he peppers your collar bones and chest with open-mouthed kisses. "that's my girl."

"k-katsuki," you pant, your hips rolling against his as your body begs for the sweet, sweet release that only he can give you. "m-m' gonna.. c-cum.."

"yeah? you gonna cum for me?" he groaned. he wants to see you lose yourself in pleasure. he craves to be the one to bring you to your high. "you wanna cum for me, pretty girl?"

"please," you whimper, your voice shaky and needy as your eyes meet his pleadingly. "please, yeah, m' gonna cum for you, please just—"

your words cut off as you let out a soft cry, your head tilting back further into the couch as your body trembles with the need to let go, to give in to the pleasure that's threatening to overwhelm you.

"cum for me, sweets," he grunts, his hips rocking against yours. "show me how much you like it when i fuck you like this, c'mon."

and that's all it takes— clenching down on him and burying himself inside of you—and you're both gone.

your body tenses, a gasp of pleasure escaping your lips as you feel him cum inside of you, bodies shaking with the force of your release and his. your hips press against his as he relaxes into you, your nails digging onto his (glorious) back.

katsuki pants, taking a moment to admire you. the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, teetering on the edge from your high as you cling to him. like a koala.

"you did so good, sweets," katsuki murmured. he steadies himself beneath you and pulls his cock out, pressing the tip against your folds, waiting for the moment of his dreams. he almost has hearts in his eyes when he watches the cum drip out of you, going down his tip as he pushes it inside you again. "so damn good."

"i asked if you wanted to recreate those videos," he grins when he hears you gasp, feeling the tip of his cock rub your folds, squirming against him as you bit your lip. "i'll make sure i get all the details right by breeding the shit out of you."

and as the night wares on, you both collapse onto the couch, panting and exhausted, a tangle of limbs wrapped around each other, cuddled up close after having the most mind-numbing sex.

"so.." you look up at him with a lazy smile, laying your head on his chest. "loser lives with the eternal knowledge the winner is better, huh?"

he groaned, closing his eyes for a minute before staring at you as he runs his fingers through your hair. "sweets... you're real fuckin' lucky i love you. otherwise, i really would've went above and beyond and made sure i knocked you up."

"i wouldn't be opposed to that."

katsuki narrows his eyes at you, his fingers flicking your forehead. "don't tempt me, brat."

you rub your forehead with a pout, sticking your tongue out at him. "so mean."

he scoffs, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, gently but firmly pulling your hand away, hovering his lips to where he flicked earlier to give your forehead a soft kiss. "get some sleep, sweetheart."

"fine. i love you too, bub. goodnight."

"tch. love you more, dummy."

and honestly? katsuki doesn't need porn to get his dick hard. not when he has you. his personal porn star, his gorgeous girlfriend, and of course— his favorite person.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia! ]✧˚₊�� ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ inspired by my ex 🧍🏻‍♀️ hope this was to your liking and i hope you enjoyed, i apologize if it seems too.. lewd? nyways, i'll start working on these requests and the older brother's best friend/ best friend's older brother trope with katsuki (i cannot choose), comment if you wanna be tagged 💜💜

[yuukiiqwq]

Satoru was confident that you liked him back. He was positive. He had no doubt in his mind that you were going to be his pretty little wife. Is he getting ahead of himself? Sure, he is, but he's that confident. That's until he noticed how he hadn't received any chocolate from you.

It was Valentine's Day, and he still hasn't received any chocolate from you. Yeah, he had a mountain worth of chocolate from all those people who gave him it, but where was yours? He couldn't find it anywhere. He was sure that you would have placed your chocolate on his desk since you hadn't given him his. He double no triple checked all the chocolates, yet he could not find the one that has your pretty little name written on it. He continued to search through the chocolate pile for the fourth time today.

He must have missed it, right? Or did someone steal it? He swear he's going to hunt that person to the end of the Earth. Who dared to steal something that was rightfully his?

"Satoru, calm down."

He looked up at his best friend, who was trying to hold down a laugh at his panic.

"She'll probably give it to you later. The day just begun."

Right. Suguru is right. You'll give him his chocolate later. He's a good boy. He can wait.

That's what he told himself, but Suguru and Shoko have already received theirs this morning, and his is still nowhere to be found. Where is his chocolate? You're just sitting there in your seat, looking all pretty as if Satoru is not going through a huge dilemma because of you.

He couldn't help his hands that kept inching itself closer to the chocolate you gave Suguru. He wouldn't know if he snatched it, right? Suguru had received a lot of chocolate! He wouldn't know if he took it... was what he convinced himself before Suguru slapped his hand away.

"Satoru," he sighs.

"But Suguru!!!" Satoru whined as he sunk down into his seat.

"Be patient. You'll get yours soon."

But how soon is soon? Satoru isn't exactly known for his patient.

It was the end of the day, and still no chocolate from you. He asked Suguru and Shoko to leave first because he thought you would finally give it to him when both of you were alone. But you haven't. Where was his chocolate?

The two of you were approaching the exit of school, so Satoru made a quick decision, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into an empty classroom. He quickly shut the door and locked it.

"Satoru?" You asked in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"My chocolate."

"Your chocolate?"

"My chocolate from you! The symbol of your love towards me!"

"I didn't make you any," you replied smoothly. "Forgot to make them yesterday, so I woke up early today to make them, but I guess not early enough. I only had time to finish Shoko's and Suguru's. I didn't have time to make yours. Otherwise, I would have been late."

Satoru swear the world just ended. He looked down at his chest because he swears his heart ripped out of his chest at your words. Nope. Still alive. Why is he still alive in this cruel world? You had no chocolate for him? None? Not even a crumb?

"That's fine with you, right? I mean, you got a bunch of chocolate from other girls! You don't need mine."

He swear he is about to burst into tears. He didn't care about other girls. He didn't care about their chocolate. He wanted yours. How could you be so cruel and deny him of your chocolate? To reject him like this? He was devastated. No. Beyond devastated. Where is the closest cliff so he can jump off?

Pure silence radiated the room as Satoru tried to comprehend this horrible situation. Then he heard a small giggle slip pass your lips. That small giggle soon turns into a full-out laugh.

"You should have seen the look on your face, Satoru," you say as you try to stop laughing.

Was this funny to you? Why were you laughing at his suffering? Do you know how much he looked forward to today? To receive the cute little wrapped up chocolate you made for him? He dreamed of today, and you didn't have chocolate for him?

He then sees you reach into your bag and pull out exactly what he had imagined. A cute little chocolate box wrapped up in a baby blue color with a touch of white ribbon to finish it off. Fuck. He thinks he just got a heart attack seeing your chocolate. His chocolate.

"Princess, please don't joke like that to me ever again. You scared me half to death. I was going to jump off a cliff," he whined as he took the chocolate from your hand.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his dramatic behavior. "Stop being dramatic, Satoru. It's just chocolate."

A look of offense dawned his face as you utter those horrendous words to him.

"Chocolate? Just chocolate?" He huffed at you. He can't believe you as you treat this amazing god send gift as just chocolate. "Don't you dare call this just chocolate! This! This right here is proof of your undying love towards me!"

You laughed at his antics– "You're getting ahead of yourself, Satoru."

He delicately placed the chocolate safety away in his bag, treating it as a prized possession. He's looking forward towards white day. He already knows what he wants to get for you. He pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face against your neck as he mutters– "You won't be saying that after I wife you up."

[nanaminokanojo]

MASTERLIST

Sukuna is pissed.

The reason? You moved away from him in your sleep when he wanted to hold you close.

In your own subtle ways, you've always complained about how unaffectionate he is. You didn't explicitly say it, but he did notice how your mood would shift, your pretty little smiles barely masking your disappointment when he would do or say anything remotely cold or mean. And now that he was giving you what you wanted, you just roll away from him, depriving him of your warmth and the affection he expects you to reward him.

How you even managed to escape four of his arms to find your own corner of the bed was a big puzzle to him. You've always slept peacefully pressed to his side on most nights, and you didn't really move much once he had two of his arms wrapped around your frail form. Perhaps you were doing it on purpose after he had evidently upset you during supper by dismissing you when you asked about his day. There was nothing to tell, and though he understands that your concerns came from a good place, he still refused to tell you of the horrors of the world he found himself so deeply embroiled in.

Sukuna, however, brushed off the idea. You wouldn't dare. Or would you? He was just protecting you. Why would you hold that against him?

He chose not to entertain the thought, thinking it was just you moving in your sleep. And so, he reached for you, gently placing his arms over and underneath you to pull you closer. But it hadn't even been a minute of him holding you when you started letting out these seemingly irritated noises and shortly after, you were turning your back on him.

"What –" He stopped himself when you breathed in deeply, half expecting to hear sobs if you were truly upset with him, but then, your breathing rhythm returned to normal. You were still fast asleep.

Sukuna shrugged, already feeling his temper rising at the thought that you could sleep just fine without him. The thought of it annoyed him, and that was an understatement. He decided to move closer to you then, but as soon as he did, pressing your back on his bare chest, you started squirming, a dissatisfied groan leaving your lips.

At that, he rose slightly on his elbow, taking offense. "Woman, what is your problem?" he demanded, making you lie down flat on your back, startling you. "Is something ailing you?" This time, he spoke gently, watching as you slowly blinked up at his frowning face like you haven't got a clue what he's talking about. And then you closed your eyes before favoring your left side, going back to sleep.

"You –"

"What?" you whined without facing him, annoyed that your sleep was being disturbed.

Sukuna scoffed. You've really done it this time. Nobody dared speak to him that way. "What now? You don't want me anymore? I thought you wanted –"

In one swift movement, he found himself being tackled onto the bed as you turned around and threw yourself against him, immediately finding your spot in the crook of his neck. His two left arms instinctively wrapped around you, keeping you cradled in them as you snuggled closer, planting a kiss under his collarbone as if to appease him before you were falling back asleep.

"You could have just stayed like this –"

"Shh."

Did you just shush him? And as if to punctuate it, you raised your hand, your fingers blindly yet tenderly brushing his lips and staying there.

"Wife, you are aware I have two mouths, aren't you?" he spoke against your fingers, fighting a smile.

You moved your head back to smirk at him as you threw a leg over his abdomen right where his other mouth was, your thigh preventing it from saying anything.

"There. Problem solved."

[rafeandonlyrafe]

normal procedure

words: 2.1k

warnings: 18+ only!!, dubcon, gynecologist!rafe, patient!reader, virgin!reader, gyno exam, fingering, p in v sex, protected sex

a/n: we can pretend that this is a roleplay scenario because obviously no real doctor would do this, lets all take a breath and remember this is fanFICTION aka not real or an endorsement by me (or my readers) of anything in this story

“oh, um-” you gulp, blinking as the fluorescent lights shine down on you.

“your feet ma’am.” he repeats, tapping the stirrups. you lift your legs, well aware that you're lacking any sort of underwear underneath your hospital gown.

your doctor secures your legs in the straps before his eyes drift to your center, now on display with your parted thighs.

you gasp and pull your gown down to somewhat cover yourself.

“ma’am, i assure you this is all part of the normal exam.”

“i-i-” you swallow thickly, blinking again, swearing the lights are only getting brighter, hotter, as a bead of sweat forms and falls on your forehead. “what's your name?”

“im doctor rafe cameron. certified gynecologist. you can just call me rafe though.” he explains softly. “and there is no need to be nervous.”

“okay… how long have you been a gynecologist?”

“asking all these questions is just going to delay what we need to get done.” rafe says. “shall we begin?”

“i suppose.” you nod. you know usually girls wait until after they have sex for the first time to visit, but with your twenty first birthday coming up as still a virgin, you decided you might as well stop delaying the inevitable.

“im just going to lift your gown.” rafes hands are slow and gentle as he brings the hem up, revealing your bare cunt to him.

“does it all… look okay?” you question. 

“you look perfect.” rafe says, his voice lowering in tone as he reaches for his gloves, pulling the latex over his long, slender fingers.

“okay.” you nod. surely a doctor would know. it lessens your anxiety the tiniest bit.

“im going to touch you now, okay?” rafe looks up at you, and his eye contact holds you still, blue eyes gleaming with intensity as they look into your brown ones.

“y/f/n?” 

“oh, yes.” you nod quickly. “yes, that's fine.”

rafe hums, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smirk. “so if i read your chart correctly, you haven't had sex yet?”

“no, s-sir.” you shake your head, eyes moving to the ceiling to avoid that captivating gaze, even if the fluorescents make your eyes hurt.

rafe mutters something under his breath, but you're sure your ears are just playing tricks on you. no way he would whisper “perfect” to himself. surely he's a professional.

rafe lays two fingers on your inner thigh and your entire body jolts, the gloves cold against your bare skin.

“it's okay.” rafes other hand rests on your thigh, rubbing gently with his thumb. “im going to begin the exam, if you feel any discomfort at any point just tell me.”

“okay.” you nod, and you swear despite the chilly gloves, his touch leaves a trail of fire as he brings his two fingers closer to your pussy, before suddenly swiping through your folds.

“oh!” you squeal out, hips lifting slightly before pushing back down.

“it's a normal bodily reaction.” rafe assures you before you can even feel embarrassment.

rafes fingers swipe through again, but at least you're expecting it this time. you blink quickly, trying to keep yourself calm as his other hand moves to join in examining your cunt.

“just going to use my thumbs to look around. let me know if it gets to be too much.”

just as rafe said, his thumbs begin to pull and poke at your skin. you move your gaze from the ceiling back down to rafe, seeing the same intensity in his eyes but now focused on your pussy.

“im going to touch you some place that may make you feel… fervent. please know that any reaction your body may have is normal and all part of the exam.” rafe places his thumb directly over your bud, and your body lights up like a firework.

you don't even realize you're moaning until the side of rafes mouth quirks up again into that signature smirk.

“oh!” you squeal again. “oh my god, im so sorry.”

“it's all normal.” rafe assures you. he gives you a moment to get used to the pressure on your clit, simply touching it with the pad of his thumb before he begins to swipe over it, stimulating your clit while his eyes move back and forth between your pussy and your face contorted in pleasure.

“is this supposed to feel so good?” you question. you didn't do much research on what actually happens when you get in the gynecologists chair, but you swear what you've heard from friends is that the exam isn't comfortable.

“yes.” rafe says simply, and you have no reason to not take his word as truth. “my thumb is going to stay there as i insert a finger.”

you nod, glad to have the distraction of his thumb moving around your clit, even if your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you grow wetter.

“hm, looks like i won't need any external lubricant.” rafe looks up at you. “sometimes i have to with virgins. but your pussy is perfect.”

“thank you?” your thought process is quickly shut off as rafes finger prods at your entrance, getting his gloves significantly wet.

“sorry if this is cold, but i have a feeling you'll warm me up quickly.” rafe pushes his finger inside slowly, and you have to tilt your head back and squeeze your eyes closed to keep more sounds from coming out of your mouth.

“does it all feel normal?” you're well aware at your voice must sound strained as rafes finger rubs against your inner walls.

“yes.” rafe says, this time his voice having an air of shakiness to it. “you're tight, but it's to be expected from a virgin.”

“s-sorry about that.” you can't tell if rafes emphasis on the word is negative or positive. “i didn't see myself losing it anytime soon so i scheduled my appointment.”

“and why is that darling?” rafe questions, his voice a purr as he begins to move his finger in and out in slow strokes.

“why am i a virgin? uhh…” you trail off. “i guess just haven't found the right guy yet.”

in truth, the whole idea of sex gets you nervous. hopefully after getting assurances that everything works okay down there, it'll be one less thing to be anxious about.

“we can take care of that today if you'd like.”

the thumb stroking over your clit flicks upward suddenly, making your hips jump up, legs straining in their spread position.

“what do you mean?” you ask, feeling and hearing rafes finger speed up, your slickness making it easier and easier for him to move.

“i can take your virginity. it's part of my duties as your doctor. only if you'd like, it's an optional part of the exam.”

“you mean like… insert something in me?”

“yes, my cock.” rafe smirks as he pulls his finger out, tapping against your wetness and letting the sound spread through the exam room.

“oh!” you look at rafe to make sure he's serious, but his expression doesn't convey any sort of joking around. “gynecologists do that?”

“for our virgin patients if they'd like. id wear a condom of course and take your virginity so it's less of an ordeal for you. and i can assure everything is working fine.”

“and by everything you mean…”

“making you cum.” rafes thumb applies a bit more pressure to your clit. “although you're already not far off, are you?”

“wouldn't know.” you can feel something growing in the pit of your stomach, an unfamiliar feeling you can't quite place.

“what do you say y/f/n?”

“s-sure.” you nod. “if this is all normal, i guess it's fine.”

“great.” rafe smiles, before looking down at your cunt. “ill have to work two fingers into you before fu- helping you lose your virginity.” he explains.

thankfully, his thumb keeps tapping and pressing down on your sensitive bud as a second finger lathers itself in your wetness, sliding through your folds before dipping into your cunt.

his finger are barely an inch inside before they're back out. “you'll have to excuse me for going one handed for a second.”

rafes thumb moves away from your clit, and you're about to cry out for more, immediately missing the feeling, when rafes mouth drops and his tongue takes its place.

“doctor!” you shout.

“all normal.” rafe assures you, his lips already shining with your juices. “taste is an important part of the exam too. and you're very sweet.”

you watch as rafes head dips again, his mouth working on your cunt as his two fingers that you hadn't even realized have been pushed inside of you begin to move.

rafes free hand reaches for his pants, pushing them down to get his already hard cock out. he begins to stroke as his tongue licks at your clit, fingers opening you up.

you feel another jolt of pressure when his fingers spread to scissor and close, scissor and close, working your gummy walls open for him.

rafe presses a series of wet, sloppy kisses over your cunt before restraining himself and pulling back, licking greedily over his lips to not waste your taste.

“are you ready?” rafe asks, reaching into a drawer to get a condom.

“yes.” you nod quickly. you're more than desperate now for his cock, especially as his fingers slide out and leave you empty to squeeze around nothing.

rafe stands up, bringing his cock up into your sight line. your eyes widen when you see he's much longer and thicker than his two fingers that were already a tight fit inside you.

“don't worry.” rafe says as he tears the foil of the condom before getting the rubber out and rolling it down his length. “im gonna take good care of you.”

your hips already sit at perfect height as rafe steps between your legs. you would close them out of shyness if it was at all possible.

rafe taps his tip over your clit, making you moan out, but you don't bother to hold back, not when rafe lets out a moan as well.

“the room is completely noise proof, and sounds are nothing to be embarrassed by.” rafe assures you as he rubs his cock against your pussy, thoroughly wetting himself before pushing against your entrance.

it's a slow push to break the ring of muscle, and then an easy slide once he's in.

“h-holy shit.” you whine out, hands gripping the side of the bed as rafes hips immediately begin to swing in and out.

“any pain?”

“none.” you answer quickly. there's no hiding the intense pleasure being brought to your body, especially when rafes thumb retakes its place on your clit.

“there ya go.” rafe smiles as he feels your cunt flutter around his cock. “i can tell you're getting close.”

rafe glances at the clock, wishing he could fuck you for longer, but if he extends the time for the exam too long the nurses will surely get suspicious.

“how does it f-ffffffff-” your ability to speak briefly lapses when rafes thrust speed up. “feel for you?” you manage to complete your sentence.

“your pussy feels amazing. you're so tight and warm. any guy would be lucky to be inside of you.” rafe says, his hips moving faster, desperate to cum. “perfect.”

you are practically glowing underneath the praise and impending orgasm, rafes thumb moving faster with real purpose now.

your head tips back and before you know it, a wash of light and pleasure has taken over your body, and you're moaning and twitching as what you're certain is your high breaks.

“that's it.” rafe smiles, feeling your pussy flutter around him, clit pulsing with the strength of your orgasm as he thrusts harder into your pussy, putting all his might into helping you ride out your orgasm and spur on his own.

rafe lodges his cock as deep inside of you as he can as he cums, briefly cursing the barrier of the condom from preventing himself from flooding your womb.

“very- good.” rafe pants, pulling out extra slow despite the clock ticking down, watching as your hole squeezes back tight as he pulls out.

rafe discards the condom and then his soaked gloves, sticky with your wetness before tucking himself back into his pants.

“take all the time you need.” rafe undoes the stirrups and let's your legs flop down. “ill come check on you in five minutes, i need to see if my other patient is here.”

and just as quickly as he entered, rafe leaves the room, leaving you with your pussy a sloppy mess and heart beating fast.

[hanniebaeee]

Pieces of Us

Chris Bang x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MDNI

Genre: Exes to lovers, second chance love, fluff, smut

Summary: Even a year after your divorce, you can't get over Chris. You keep seeing him all the time because you're co parenting your daughter, and you see that he's still the same man you fell in love with. And you both haven't moved on at all.

It’s late. Your apartment is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator, as you sit on the sofa, nursing a glass of wine when you hear the doorbell.

You find Chris on your doorstep, punctual as usual, holding your toddler, Mia, against his chest, her small body curled into him like she’s still a newborn.

Your heart does a funny little lurch. It must be the wine. Definitely the wine.

“She fell asleep in the car,” he whispers, stepping inside. He is still dressed in his formals, and your traitorous eyes drink him in.

“Rough day?” he asks softly, noting the wine and the way your shoulders sag.

“Something like that,” you mutter, gesturing to Mia’s room. “You can put her to bed.”

Chris nods, carrying her toward her bedroom. He emerges moments later, quietly shutting her door behind him. His gaze locks onto yours, dark and a little too comforting.

“What happened?” he asks, folding his arms against his chest.

“It’s nothing,” you say, but Chris raises an eyebrow.

“Bullshit,” he counters smoothly, sitting next to you on the sofa. “You know you can't lie to me.”

You roll your eyes but relent and say, “Work politics. Same old garbage.”

Chris winces, before he leans forward and says, “You’re too good for them, you know that, right?”

Those are simple words, but they hit harder than they should. You glance at him, something raw flickering in your chest.

“Oh please,” you murmur, looking away.

“What?” He asks. “It’s true.”

You don’t answer, reaching instead for the bottle of wine. Chris doesn’t stop you as you pour a second glass.

“Here, celebrate my failures with me,” you tease, trying to ease your own heart. “I don't feel like wallowing in self pity alone tonight.”

He snorts, shaking his head, but takes the glass.

“You're so dramatic,”

“And yet, you were married to me for five years,” you quip, with a grin.

The wine loosen you both faster than it should. Soon, you’re reminiscing about Mia’s first words, and the road trip to Busan where the car broke down, and you ended up making out in the car till Minho came to rescue you both.

“I miss this,” you admit quietly, the words slipping out before you can stop them. “Talking...and everything,”

You and Chris had been good friends before you both fell in love. It had been the most beautiful years of your life before things started falling apart.

He doesn’t say anything, but reaches out, his fingers brushing yours. It’s subtle, but it sets your heart racing. Like always. Even a year after your divorce, you clearly haven't moved on.

“I miss it too,” he finally says, his voice low. “All the time.”

“Please don’t say that if you don’t mean it.” you mumble.

He leans in, closer than he’s been in a more than year, his dark eyes locked onto yours.

“You think I don’t mean it? You think I ever stopped wanting you?”

Your breath catches as he closes the distance between you. His lips hover inches from yours as he says, “I never stopped…”

It’s reckless, stupid, maybe even a mistake - but you don’t care. You let him close the gap, his lips crashing into yours, and everything you’ve been holding back spills over.

The kiss is messy and heated - all the pent-up frustration and longing coming crashing down. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer, and you melt against him, your arms circling his neck. His lips move against yours desperately, like he is afraid to let go.

When you finally break apart, breathless and a little lost, Chris brushes a thumb over your cheek.

“This doesn’t fix anything,” you whisper.

“No. But it’s a start.”

It’s intoxicating - the feel of him, the heat radiating off his body. You both pull each other close again, his lips moving down your neck, leaving soft kisses.

But somewhere in between, reality raises its nagging head and you falter.

“Wait,” you murmur, pulling back slightly.

Chris freezes, his breathing ragged, as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“This is… reckless,” you whisper, though your heart won't allow you to let go of him.

He exhales sharply, leaning back just enough to meet your gaze. “Y/N, I -”

“Don’t,” you interrupt, your voice trembling. “I don't want us to mess up again.”

He gives you a look and you think he might argue. But then he sighs. He looks exhausted and a little heart broken. But he stands up and says, “You’re right. We can’t… not like this.”

“You have to go.” You swallow hard, the lump in your throat threatening to choke you.

He stares at you for a long moment, then he nods.

“Right. I’ll… I’ll call tomorrow to check on Mia.” he says, clearing his throat.

You nod, biting your lip to keep it from trembling. Because this feels even harder than the first time.

“Goodnight, Chris.” you whisper.

“Goodnight,” he says, his voice rough.

As soon as he’s gone, the tears you’ve been holding back spill over. You sink onto the couch, your face in your hands, and you cry until your throat is raw. You missed him. And you still hate yourself for letting this happen.

It starts with a look. It always does.

The next time Chris comes by, it’s late again, Mia’s tiny backpack slung over his shoulder, and her hand clutching his tightly as they walk to your door. You try to play it cool, standing in the doorway with your arms crossed and a polite smile fixed on your face.

But then he looks at you and the air shifts.

“Hi,” he says, his voice lower than it needs to be, his gaze lingering on your mouth.

“Hi,” your voice shakes but it's soft.

Mia is already running into her room, way too excited to get to her new playset, and Chris watches her for a moment, before his gaze settles on you.

And then there are no words exchanged as his hands grab you towards him and he's pushing you against the kitchen counter, kissing you.

You moan softly as his tongue slips into your mouth. His hand slips down your back, cupping your butt before pulling you flush against himself.

“Is this going to keep happening?” you ask breathlessly, as he kisses down your neck. Past your collarbone. Down your chest. His face is buried in your breasts, before he kisses them over your t-shirt.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding on to him, and you gasp as he bites your nipple over the fabric and a dull pleasure courses through your body.

“What?” he murmurs, his lips back on yours again.

“This,” you say between kisses.

He kisses you again, rougher than before and says,

“Tell me to stop,” he says, and his hands cup your cheeks, gazing into your eyes.

You don’t. You can’t. Instead, you pull him closer, your bodies so familiar with each other.

It becomes a pattern after that. Anytime he comes over - whether he’s dropping off Mia or picking her up - it happens.

Sometimes it’s rushed and frantic, like the time he cornered you in the kitchen, your lips colliding as the coffee maker sputtered in the background. And other times, it’s slow and sweet. Especially when he knows you're a bit down or you're having a bad day.

You don’t talk about it. It’s easier to pretend this is just an outlet, a way to scratch the itch that never seems to fade.

You tell yourself this is only because he's the only man you've been with for so damn long. You two had married so young. You hate thinking about it.

So you don't. But deep down, you know it’s more than just sex. But you’re not ready to acknowledge it. Neither is he.

Friday evenings with Minho are sacred. He's your best friend, your big brother, your pillar of support. The one person who held you up during your separation from Chris. The only person who knows that you still loved him with everything in you.

Minho brings take out, you both talk, watch a movie, sometimes two. And fall asleep on each other because obviously, you both were the laziest besties in the world.

You've been trying to tell Chris to leave, but he is busy pounding into you. You stand with your hands grips the kitchen counter as he thrust into you from the back, his hands holding onto your hips tightly.

“He's gonna be here any minute!” You hiss, and Chris moves faster, and more rough. You try not to moan as waves of pleasure hit you, and you clench so hard around him, he's shuddering with his release.

“Fuck-” He groans, pressing his face against the back of your neck before slowly pulling out of you.

You both clean up and look somewhat presentable when the doorbell rings. You sigh because Minho will see right through you.

And he won't let you live this down. Ever.

You glance at Chris before opening the door. And Minho steps in already ranting about his day and he stops in his tracks when his eyes land on Chris.

Well that's a first - Minho being at a loss of words.

You freeze, your cheeks burning, while Chris awkwardly shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Hi, Minho,” Chris says, giving him a quick nod.

Minho doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looks between the two of you, his lips twitching in amusement, before slowly smirking.

“Hey, Chris.” Then, he strolls further inside saying, “Don’t mind me. I'm just here for my niece.”

He disappears into the living room, leaving you and Chris standing there like a couple of teenagers caught doing something bad.

“I should, uh, get going,” he says, though he doesn’t move.

“Right, yeah,” you stammer, smoothing your hands over your skirt nervously.

“See you on Sunday,” he says, opening the door.

“See you,” you manage, your heart racing again, and Chris flashes you a smile before leaving.

The moment the door shuts, Minho reappears, a wicked grin plastered across his face.

“Soooo…”

“Don’t start.”

“Oh, I’m starting,” he says, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “You’re clearly fucking Chris freaking Bang and you want me to not start?”

“Minho,” you warn, making a beeline for the living room, and he follows you with that menacing grin still in place.

“So, when exactly did this ‘we’re just co-parents’ arrangement turn into ‘we’re fuck buddies again’?”

“It’s not like that!” you protest, though your face feels like it’s on fire.

“Uh-huh.” He says, starting to plate up the food. “You two were totally not flushed and guilty. Try again.”

You bury your face in a throw pillow.

“Linooooo stopppp!! It’s complicated.” you whine.

“It always is with you two,” he says, rolling his eyes. “You’re like Ross and Rachel, except somehow more frustrating.”

You peek out from behind the pillow, glaring at him.

“We’re not -”

“Don’t even think about saying you’re not into him,” Minho interrupts, pointing his chopsticks at you. “I know you, Y/N.”

You open your mouth to argue but immediately close it, because he's stating the obvious and there is no real use of denying it.

“I’m just saying, if you’re going to jump your ex-husband, at least warn me so I can avoid walking into it.” Minho smirks, leaning back smugly.

You groan, throwing the pillow at him. He dodges it easily, laughing as you sink further into the couch, hands covering your face.

“Seriously, though,” he says after a moment, his tone softening. “Are you okay? I mean, this whole Chris thing… are you sure about this?”

You sigh, staring up at the ceiling.

“I don’t know. I love him, Minho, and I swear I tried to move on…but, everytime I look at him…he's the same person I fell in love with. He's not a monster. He's a great father. He's a good friend. And.. and I don't even know why…” Your voice cracks a bit as you struggle with your thoughts. “Then we talked, and it’s like… like nothing’s changed. But everything has changed, and it’s so… messy.”

“Messy’s okay. You deserve to be happy, Y/N. Whether that’s with Chris or someone else.” he says softly. “If you're sure, then go for it.”

His words hang in the air, and for a moment, you let yourself imagine what it would be like to be honest with Chris. To let go of the pride and the fear and just… try again. Because God, you really want to.

Sunday arrives, and Mia is up early, ready for her day with her daddy. She even picks out her favorite toy to take along with her and insists on wearing the sparkly dress she knows Chris loves.

When Chris texts, you think it's to let you know that he's on his way. But it wasn't.

Chris: Hey, something came up. Can we reschedule Mia’s time for today?

You blink at it for a moment, heart sinking slightly. You don’t question it - life happens, after all. But Mia doesn’t take it as well.

“Daddy’s not coming?” she asks, her lower lip trembling and her little shoulders slump in disappointment.

You kneel down, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

“No, sweetheart. He’s just busy today, but we’ll see him soon. How about we have a girls' day instead?”

She looks up at you with big tear filled eyes.

“Girls' day? With Mommy?” she asks, and you nod, pulling her into a tight hug.

“That’s right. Just you and me. Let’s make it special.” You say, kissing her cheek and getting on with it.

You spend the afternoon indulging in ice cream, shopping for new art supplies, and of course, toys. You also take her to an indoor play area that she loves, and by the time you get home, Mia is falling asleep in your arms.

You carry her to her room, tuck her into bed, and she’s out within minutes. Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, you step out of her room.

The apartment falls into a quiet, peaceful lull. You wash up quickly and sit in front of the TV, hoping to watch an episode of that show you've been trying to watch for a while now. It's not exactly easy with a toddler around.

But around fifteen minutes into the show, you hear the sound of the doorbell. You open the door, and there stands Chris, holding a small box in his hand.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low, as he meets your gaze. “I'm sorry about today. I brought her favorite cupcakes.”

Your heart does a little flip at the sight of him.

“That’s sweet of you.” you say, “But she's already asleep.”

“Oh…I was hoping to see her before....ah,” Chris says with a little sigh.

You give him a small, sympathetic shrug.

“It's okay, she can eat them tomorrow,” You say with a smile and step aside to let him in.

He nods, stepping inside and setting the box of cupcakes on the kitchen counter. There’s disappointment in his eyes and it stirs something deep inside you.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N,” he says, and it feels like he’s apologizing for more than just missing his day with Mia.

“It’s really okay. Mia missed you, but we still had a good day. She was really happy.” you tell him.

Chris’s gaze lingers on you a moment too long before he says,“I feel like I keep letting you both down.”

“Chris, please don't say that,” you reply, giving him a small smile. “We know you’re doing your best. I know you’re trying.”

He nods, though he doesn't look completely convinced.

“So,” you say, trying to keep it light, “I’m about to have dinner… want to join me?”

It’s an innocent enough invitation. Casual. Polite. But the way he looks at you gives you an idea of what's about to happen next.

Chris takes a step forward, his hand gently cupping your cheek, and then his lips are on yours. The kiss deepens almost instantly and he pulls you closer, your bodies pressed together.

You stifle a sob, and Chris is quickly pulling back to look at you, tipping your chin up to see you better.

“Baby, please don't-”

“I love you-”

There is a moment of silence - Chris's eyes soften as he watches the tears fall. You can't believe you just said that. But this whole thing was getting more and more difficult to manage. The constant need to be close to him. Waiting for the days he spent with Mia, just so you could see him.

And then he's kissing you again, mumbling a hundred ‘I love yous’ you against your lips, and the next thing you know, he's scooping you up in his arms and carrying you towards your bedroom.

He closes the door gently (so that it doesn't wake Mia), and places you on the edge of the bed, kneeling down in front of you on the floor.

“Baby, I never stopped loving you. And there isn't a day where I don't regret letting you walk out of my life… we could've handled things better…and everytime I came here for Mia, I wished you would just ask me to stay. I selfishly wished that you wouldn't move on.” he says, his voice soft and his touch even softer as he placed his hands on your knees.

“I don't think I can ever love anyone like I love you. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll not let you down. I'll spend every day of the rest of my life proving to you that you're my everything… and I will be here for you, always.”

You nod and tears falling more rapidly now, and throw your arms around Chris's neck, and he wraps his arms around your waist, his face pressing against your neck as he holds you close.

“I love you, baby I'm sorry-” You cry, your arms tightening around him. “I didn't know what to do…the baby, the job, there was so much noise, and I wasn't well…I'm sorry I didn't see that you were suffering too-” you hiccup through your tears.

You feel his hand moving up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you.

“I know baby, I'm not mad. We were both suffering. We were both hurt. But we're here now.” Chris whispers.

“I love you, I want you back. Please don't leave me again-”

Chris kisses you again, stealing your breath away.

“No more crying over me ok?” He says with a soft smile. “I'm not going anywhere…I love you and Mia so much, I am going to be here-”

More kisses follow and you move back into the bed, and he follows, both of you pulling at each other's clothes.

He trails his lips down your neck, and it feels like the world outside your bedroom might as well not exist. His hands glide over your skin, gentle, but just as desperate.

You can feel the way he trembles against you, the way his breath catches as your hands move down his chest. And then when he slips inside, as gentle as ever, you can't help but cry, because as beautiful as the moment feels, you realize just how miserable you have been without him.

Chris moves slowly at first, and you close your eyes as the pleasure builds. He peppers so many kisses on your lips and neck, like he can't kiss you enough.

His fingers work on your clit as he moves, and soon your body shudders as your orgasm ripples through you. You moan softly, and it obviously has him crashing down too.

You don't let go, because truth be told, you're afraid he's going to leave. And tonight? You don't want him to. Actually, you don't want to see him walk out that door ever again.

And Chris isn't planning to, because he holds you just as tight, promising softly that he'll be here when you wake up in the morning. And you let your eyes fall shut, trusting him.

You both decide to take it slow, for Mia's sake.

Chris doesn’t officially move in, yet, but his presence is…undeniable. There are more of his things around the house, and more than anything else, it's the way Mia’s laughter grows louder every time he walks through the door. You’ve caught yourself smiling more too - wide, genuine smiles you hadn’t worn in ages.

You love watching him help Mia with her bedtime routine, fixing squeaky hinges around the house you’ve ignored for months, and finding every excuse to stay a bit longer.

And Minho? Well, he’s having the time of his life.

---

One Friday evening, you’re all gathered in the living room. Chris is helping Mia build a tower with her blocks while you sip wine and half-listen to Minho’s dramatic story about his latest “date gone wrong.”

“And then she said she didn’t like cats. Cats, Y/N. Can you imagine the nerve?” Minho says, gesturing wildly with his chopsticks as he digs into the takeout he insisted on bringing.

“Oh my God” you say, laughing as Chris adds, “Sounds horrible, but maybe try not to bring home every stray you find?”

“Don’t think I don’t see you trying to steal my best friend away. Again.” Minho narrows his eyes, pointing at Chris.

“Jealous, Minho?” Chris quips, and Minho scoffs, leaning back dramatically.

“Of you? Please.” Minho says. “But whatever this setup is, it's sure looks promising.”

You freeze mid-sip of your wine, while Chris raises an eyebrow.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask.

“I’m just saying, for exes, you two sure look cozy.” Minho grins, and your cheeks burn, as you try not to look at Chris.

“Minho…” you warn.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m rooting for you,” Minho says, winking before turning back to Mia. “Besides, if it doesn’t work out, I’ll adopt Mia. Because you two are idiots. And we're done dealing with you. Sorry, not sorry.”

Mia giggles at the mention of her name before getting back to her game.

---

Later that night, after Minho has left (eyeing you mischievously because Chris was still there) and Mia is asleep, you and Chris are clearing up the kitchen.

“You know,” he says, his voice low, “Minho isn’t wrong.”

“About what?” You ask, glancing at him, wiping your hands on a dish towel.

“About us. About this.” Chris says, leaning against the counter and folding his arms.

Your heart skips a beat as you gaze at him, watching him push off the counter and walk towards you.

The towel slips from your hands as his fingers brush against your cheek, and his lips land on yours.

It’s slow at first, warm and tender, but it doesn’t take long for it to snap and you're both pulling each other closer. Your fingers tangle in his hair, your body responding to his touch like it always has.

He pauses, his forehead resting against yours as you both catch your breath.

“I love you,” he says, pressing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“I love you too,” you admit, and he smiles, his dimples making an appearance and your heart races as you reach up to run your fingers over it.

He kisses you again, slower this time, like he’s savoring every second of it. And at that moment, this doesn't really feel like a second chance.

It’s the beginning of everything you’ve ever wanted.

The smell of pancakes fills the house as sunlight filters through the kitchen windows. Chris stands at the stove, a spatula in one hand, flipping golden-brown pancakes onto a plate. He’s wearing his usual gray shorts and a fitted black T-shirt. His hair is messy, a sign that he’s only been up for about twenty minutes, and he’s humming softly to himself as he works.

Mia sits at the table, still in her pajamas, happily coloring into a giant coloring book. This is such a dream. You lean against the counter, sipping your coffee, watching Chris with a faint smile that you haven’t been able to shake since he stayed over last night.

For the first time… in a very long time.

And then, the doorbell rings. You frown, setting down your coffee.

“Expecting someone?” He asks and you shake your head, walking to the door and opening it to find your mum standing there, a purse slung over her shoulder and a smile on her face.

“Mum?” you say, blinking in surprise.

“Surprise, sweetheart!” she says, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by. Wanted to see my girls, and I brought muffins!”

She holds up a bakery bag, grinning, then stops dead in her tracks.

Her gaze falls on Chris, who’s just turned around from the stove, spatula still in hand, his expression frozen like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh,” your mom says.

There's silence for a second before Mia screeches, “Grandmaaaaaaaa!!!”

Your mum picks Mia up, pressing a kiss to her cheek before asking if she could play in her room for sometime. Mia pouts, but runs off with a muffin.

Her eyes narrow slightly, taking in how casual Chris looks, his messy hair, and the way he just seems to be part of the scene.

“Good morning, mum,” Chris says smoothly, recovering faster than you could've thought.

He smiles, dimples flashing, as he asks, “Pancakes?”

Your mum raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying his innocent act. She folds her arms, looking at you.

“Y/N… what’s going on here?”

“It’s not what it looks like,” you start, suddenly feeling like a child again.

“Mhm.” She gives you a look that says she doesn’t believe you for a second. “You’re telling me it’s normal for your ex-husband to be in your kitchen, making pancakes, looking like he just rolled out of bed?”

“Technically, I did just roll out of bed,” Chris says, unable to resist.

You shoot him a glare, but he has already turned back to the stove, hiding a smirk.

“Y/N?” Your mom’s eyes narrow further.

“It’s… kind of...,” you say finally, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Yes?” she prompts, looking from you to Chris and then back at you. You think she's going to give you a nice big lecture about responsibility. But she lets out a sigh, her posture softening.

“You know,” she says, her tone gentler now, “I always thought the two of you were good for each other. When you got divorced, I was shocked and devastated - for you, for Mia.” She pauses, her eyes locking with yours. “But if you’re giving this another try… I just want to make sure you’re happy, sweetheart. That you’re doing this for the right reasons.”

“I know I messed up before. I know I hurt your daughter. But I love her. I always have, and I’m doing everything I can to show her - and Mia - that I’m here to stay. I realize that I need them more than they need me…so yeah,”

Your mum’s gaze softens as she studies him, and then she looks at you.

“And you, Y/N? Are you happy?”

You glance at Chris, who’s watching you with that steady loving gaze that’s always made you feel safe and sure, and you nod.

“Yeah, Mum. I am.”

Your mom smiles, stepping forward to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Well, then. I suppose I’ll have to stick around for breakfast. Those pancakes smell amazing.”

Chris grins and gets back to work, and your mum nods, making her way in to properly greet her granddaughter again.

Just as she disappears, Chris slides up beside you, his hand brushing yours as you start setting the table for breakfast.

“That went better than expected,” he murmurs, his voice low.

“You’ve always been her favorite, you know.” You glance at him, your lips twitching into a smile.

He smirks, leaning in just enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“Good to know I still am.” He pecks your lips quickly before getting back to work.

You roll your eyes, but your smile lingers as your mum comes back with Mia in her arms. And you all sit around the table and enjoy breakfast.

It’s chaotic and imperfect, but it's home. And for the first time in a long time, you feel like everything is exactly where it’s meant to be. All the scattered pieces of you finally fit.

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[mangostarjam]

you've been touching him a lot since he got back.

itoshi sae doesn't do anything about it — doesn't dissuade you from tugging at his sleeve or sliding his jacket zipper back and forth while you talk. doesn't comment or bring your attention to it.

but he watches.

you've been around him a lot since his plane landed, making up for all the time he's spent abroad, as if your daily chat threads haven't been enough. most of the time it's just the two of you, the way it used to be. sometimes his brother is around, though thankfully it doesn't seem like you've gotten any closer to rin since sae left.

other times there's a group, mostly your friends, a mix of guys and girls who don't seem to know what to do with themselves around him. sae is used to this — fame brings strange things to light — but you treat him as you always have, except for the touching.

you don't touch anyone else.

it makes him think.

sae has his reasons. he's never let your relationship get past that line, drawn in the sand. he's a professional football player on the other side of the world, and you have a life here. you have friends (even though you still call him your best friend), you have a job (that you complain about all the time), you have family (that can't be bothered to ever congratulate you on anything).

it wouldn't be right — to make you leave. to take you away. not when he needs to focus on being the best in the world.

(he is the best in the world. all those years ago he showed the U-20 team in japan the difference between them, the way the most they could hope for was dating a gravure model. sae never cared about that aspect. he already had you.)

he lets you touch him, but he doesn't touch you back. he keeps you at arm's length — where you're safe.

and then you ask him to be your wingman.

someone else — touching you? kissing you? having you? unthinkable. sae steps out of the shower and barely dries off before pulling on his briefs and pants. steps into his room and there you are, sitting on his bed, looking good, if a little sad.

he considers telling you to get your passport updated and catches the way your eyes trail down his form. maybe this conversation would be easier if he's wearing a shirt — your gaze is too heated, too distracting. you probably think you're being sneaky, hiding your feelings as best as you can, but sae knows you.

and your casual touches are ocean waves washing that line in the sand away.

sae walks towards his closet when it happens again. your finger in his belt loop, stopping him in his tracks. "what?"

"you were ignoring me," you say. "i asked if my outfit is okay."

your outfit is more than okay. "i would have told you to change if it wasn't."

"if you're going to be my wingman, shouldn't you hype me up?" you huff.

sae feels his jaw clench at the reminder. "no," he says, and his tone comes out cold. you don't seem to notice, falling back on his bed and testing every bit of self control in his grasp. "this is a waste of time."

he goes to pull on a shirt before he does something drastic. you're saying something, but it hardly matters when his flight leaves if you'll be on the plane with him. you've covered your eyes with your forearm, so you miss the way he pauses at the foot of the bed, teal eyes drinking in your form splayed out so defenselessly.

sae climbs over you silently, knees nudging yours apart, hands planted on either side of your body. "this is a waste of time," he repeats, watching with amusement as you take in his position. a blush sweeps across your face, but you don't push him off. that's a good sign, at least.

"what, you think i'm not worth being a wingman for?" you ask. silly. you have no idea.

and then you reach for his belt loops again, as if that's a totally normal thing to do and not something that drives him a little nuts every time. sae prides himself on his control, though, so he doesn't lean down to kiss you just yet.

"tell me," sae says, "have you become this touchy with all your friends since i've been gone?"

"n-no?"

it's cute, how wide your eyes get. sae leans down a little closer. feels your breaths on his lips. still doesn't kiss you — yet. "then i won't be your wingman. you don't need one."

"why not?"

do you know how breathless you sound? sae considers his apartment in spain, how he'll need to make sure the bedroom doesn't share any walls with the neighbors. the way you sound is all for him and him alone.

"because you have a boyfriend, now."

(companion piece to this)