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Not a gold digger
pairing: Max Verstappen x reader
summary: Fans think you only want Max's money. But as it turns out, you were wealthy before he came into your life--you just don't make it obvious.
warnings: No smut, but there's a part that makes me say MDNI.
note: So... I'm kinda back? Idk, I'll see if I'll stick around.
The toxicity of the fandom was becoming quite entertaining, really. It was the third time since you and Max had made your relationship public half a year ago that someone started an anti gold digger campaign to protect your boyfriend. They truly believed they were doing this for a greater good, and they all begged Max for his attention.
It always began after they sniffed out he had given you something expensive as a gift or took you shopping to a luxury boutique. While there were some people who tried to protect you by pointing out that maybe he enjoyed showering you with gifts, the rest didn't care about that.Â
You lived in a small apartment back home, you were driving a five years old Renault SUV, and no one knew what you did for a living. This was enough to enrage them and make them believe all you wanted was Max's money at the end of the day. Just think about the way she's looking at him, one of them wrote about two months ago, she's so clearly not in love with him. Poor Max, someone please save him.Â
Ridiculous.
âIs everything okay?â he asked when he got home and kissed the top of your head.Â
You were sitting in his sim rig, using the time while it was free to practice, because you wanted to play with him when you weren't here together, and he was more than happy to show you the basics. âSomeone started another campaign to cancel me,â you replied casually as you got out with his help.Â
Even when you were standing in front of him, he didn't let go of your hand, instead he raised it to his lips to place a soft kiss on its back. âGold digging?â You nodded with a sad look on your face, but less than five seconds later you were both laughing. âLook, I know you're having way too much fun with this, butââ
Without waiting for him to finish, you raised your hand to make him stop. âI'm not stepping out of the shadows, Max. I've been hiding for years, even fucking Forbes doesn't know my real name or face,â you told him.
Back in the old days, when Bitcoin appeared, your geeky uncle had gotten into mining and trading it. He knew the potential, so he put most of his savings into buying them, then he held onto them, and by the time he got sick years later, he knew they were valuable and would be worth a lot more in the upcoming years. In his will, he left his savings and his wallet to you, giving you the chance to use them as you wished since you had learned everything about crypto from him.
So now you had Bitcoin as well as old fashioned investments, and you had used your money to help out an up-and-coming tech company for a forty percent share, and it was later sold to a tech giant for a lot of money. But despite your wealth, you chose to stay under the radar, because you loved your small apartment, and you weren't about to trade it for some fancy penthouse.Â
You had met Max the year before in Las Vegas. F1 was a sport you watched with your uncle while he was still alive, and you were hell-bent on getting a VIP pass for the weekend. If you asked your boyfriend, he would say it was love at first sight, but in reality he was just annoyed by you. For a solid ten seconds, he would correct you every time you talked about it.
You agreed that you would hide in Max's apartment until this latest campaign died down, which gave you some time to spend together in peace. Every now and then you checked the tags to see how things were going, and after the silence of the past few days, today your name was trending again. Ready to have a good laugh, you opened the tag, but the most popular post gave you a minor stroke.
âOh, fuck me,â you yelled as you launched your phone into the couch.
Max pulled the headset down to his neck as he looked over at you. âIs everything okay?â You raised your finger to your lips as if you wanted him to stay quiet, but luckily he got the message. âI'm muted. So?â
You grabbed your phone and went over to him. âThey know. One of those idiots from the company I helped back in the day posted a tweet to protect me, saying that if it wasn't for me being an angel investor, they wouldn't be millionaires now,â you summarized as you gave him the device.
He scrolled through a series of tweets, and found a post from a journalist of Forbes in which he promised a proper investigative piece based on this info. He handed you the phone, then wrapped an arm around your waist. âIt's okay, schatje. I know that's not what you wanted, but maybe they'll stop with the recurring hate campaign now,â he tried. âAnd if youâre worried about the article⊠Donât be. There is nothing compromising about you. Yes, you inherited the money, but you have proven you know what to do with it.â
âMaybe youâre right,â you admitted with a sigh.Â
âIâm usually right. Câmere,â he said as he reached out to pull you closer, but you glanced over at the camera. Rolling his eyes, he quickly turned it off, then gave you an expectant look. âWill you hug me now? And I want a kiss too.â
With a laugh, you leaned down to wrap your arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss. But he wanted more, his hand slowly sneaked under your shorts, his fingers running over your clothed cunt before he decided to pull your panties aside and dip a finger between your folds. You moaned into the kiss, but he pulled away a second later to lick his finger clean.Â
Shaking your head with a chuckle, you patted his shoulder and walked back to the couch. You could feel Maxâs eyes on you the whole time, and when you looked at him again, he flashed a devilish smile at you. âI should quit the stream. Now that I had a taste, I want more,â he told you.Â
âIâm not going anywhere, just try to be patient.â
He looked back at the screen, then put the headset back on his head and unmuted his mic. âSorry, I have to go. See you next time,â he told the others, then logged out. You couldnât remember the last time he left the sim rig this fast, and only a few seconds later he was kneeling in front of you, eagerly reaching up to pull your shorts off you.
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f1gossips: Breaking news! Turns out Max Verstappen's girlfriend isn't a gold digger after all as she has her own fortune according to the investigative article published by Forbes. Will the fans apologize?
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user2: And here I was, thinking she's just a greedy airhead...
user3: Easy to be wealthy with your uncle's money.
âł user4: Have you read the whole thing? She invested the money and helped out several startups--that later became pretty successful--as an angel investor. Yes, maybe she inherited a lot of money, but she knows what to do with it.
âł user5: May I remind you how many F1 drivers started their careers with their families's money?
user6: Told you she wasn't a gold digger. Suck it, haters.
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maxverstappen1: If you don't buy your girlfriend gifts every once in a while, you're a bad boyfriend. I love to spoil her, it's not a crime. I love her, I'm proud of her, and you can send us as much hate as you want, it will only make us stronger.
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yourusername: I'd be perfectly fine without the gifts, I already told you.
âł maxverstappen1: I don't care.
landonorris: You're absolutely right!
âł maxverstappen1: You're single, how would you know?
âł landonorris: Just FYI, I've been in relationships before.
danielricciardo: You're so disgustingly smitten with her. (I love you both.)
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Fort, straight up interrupting Peat mid-reply goes:
Um...
Yeah...
I think we know, Fort. xD
#bless @laurenkmyers for her wonderful work capturing these amazing moments#but also i saw this interview and it hasn't left my brain since xD#âi like his legsâ fort says as if he hasn't spent substantial time and effort professionally worshiping peat's legs#fortpeat#fort thitipong#peat wasuthorn#prapaisky#mutrak#tongrak x mahasamut#love sea#love in the air#prapai and mahasamut commiserating on their boyfriends sexy sexy thighs#krissy's made the joke that fort has it in his contract that he gets at least one (1) scene where he worships peat's thighs#and so far across two series there's zero evidence to contradict that just saying#i'm suffering and making it every one else's problem you're welcome#(it took me a solid hour to find that last gif is there a better way to search for gifs on tumblr???)#<my posts>
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cannot stop thinking about enemies to lovers with rollo, but youâre each otherâs secret santa.
Your plan is to get Rollo something heâll never need or use (a really petty revenge on your part, but you donât like him and in the midst of your hatred it sounds reasonable), while Rollo genuinely wants to get you something meaningful. Putting differences aside, he realizes he doesnât know much about your preferences, so he tries to ask around without seeming too suspicious. As troublesome of a disruption as you are, everyone deserves a lovely gift for the holidays. Youâve given Rollo nothing but headaches and irritation, but since itâs the festive season he can be softer and forgive past disagreements. Anything after the holiday break is fair game, though, so itâs best to cause mischief while the holidays are in full swing because heâs prone to be only slightly less overbearing (depending on his mood as the festivities become more apparent).
Somehow, with all of his asking around, rumor spreads throughout Noble Bell that President Rollo is planning to ask you out on the eve of the holidays at exactly midnight under the bell tower. How such an absurd rumor started is beyond him, and Rollo is fully ready to refute every gossiping comment thatâs boldly thrown his way, both in passing conversations and from his fellow Vice President and student aide. He cannot believe the school assumes he would even think of asking youâNoble Bellâs most notorious troublemakerâout! And during the holidays, too! Heâd much rather burn to death than do something like that. He canât stand you. How anyone thinks heâd like you enough to want to pursue romance with you is absolutely ridiculous.Â
But then the idea suddenly becomes less ridiculous and more advantageous when his Vice President suggests he go on an actual date (or friendly outing; Rolloâs expression is sharp enough to kill when he hears the word âdateâ) in order to learn about what it is you like. Word of mouth isnât as reliable as hearing it from the source. Rollo, after much consideration, supposes it isnât terrible, but (once again) heâd rather do anything else than punish himself with a date with you, of all students. Heâs so stubborn when he claims heâll find another way, and his Vice President can only utter a soft sigh.Â
As the deadline for Secret Santa approaches and Rollo overhears how the others around him have all found perfect presents, he begins to fear that he wonât ever find a gift thatâs good enough for you. But why is he even trying so hard? Itâs not as if he looks forward to seeing your bright smile when you unwrap it. Itâs not as if heâs doing this to make you happy. This is just common courtesy. An act of goodwill from student to student, if you will. Or, in less sweet terms, an obligation he must fulfill due to the misfortune of a lottery draw.Â
So he thinks nothing of it when his Vice President and student aide invite him to a cafĂ© off campus as a final outing before everyone goes home for the holidays. When he walks through the door, the bell welcoming him with a cheery jingle, and he sees you sitting there he promptly turns and is ready to walk out. But you call out to him, wave with that pretty hand of yours, and he canât stop himself from sighing. His peers lied to him; this is not an outing to celebrate the end of the semester. Itâs the date he was dreading. He only stays because itâs the polite thing to doâbecause youâre whining about how he lacks manners and has the gall to leave a dear friend all alone after he had invited them out.Â
Rollo really canât stand you, but he must for the time being. So he slides into the chair across from you, where youâve already ordered his favorites (heâs certain his troublesome Vice President arranged this, too). If he has to stomach an entire afternoon with you, he might as well get something out of it, so he uses the time he spends with you to learn about your preferences in hopes of getting inspiration for a gift.
Things are awkward in the beginning. Both of you are so accustomed to bickering over rules and Noble Bellâs student code of conduct that civil conversation is actually much harder to fall into. You broach the subject of that rumor thatâs been going around and thatâs what gets him talking. Rollo scoffs around a bite of croissant, muttering about how itâs nonsensical rubbish and that people will believe anything nowadays so long as itâs interesting. When you laugh out of relief and tell him youâre glad he doesnât like you because that wouldâve made things awkward, he feels an odd sting. Your feelings have never mattered to him, so why does he hate those words?
And why, while he talks of holiday plans with you, does he find himself smiling? Thankfully heâs brought his handkerchief along to hide his pleased expression. Heâs not sure what heâd say if you were to make note of his obvious enjoyment, for even he wouldnât be able to explain it.Â
By the end of it, Rollo feels as though heâs gleaned a better understanding of you. When you arenât actively causing a ruckus, youâre actually quite pleasant to be around. Who would have thought? Despite this, heâs still ready to head back to campus with you after a draining afternoon. But you point to a sweets shop on the way and ask if heâs ever had their winter-themed treats before. He narrows his eyes at you, as if to say, âWhat are you playing at?â Youâre seizing his wrist and dragging him in the direction of the confectionery before he can say anything.
It feels like heâs in a cheesy holiday film, what with how you energetically peer into the jars of candies and sweets, all arranged neatly on the shelves, and the soundtrack in the shop plays festive tunes on repeat. Rollo tries to hurry you along; if anyone from school sees him with you, theyâll think the rumors are true and itâll cause even more trouble. You yank on his scarf to keep him close, and heâs so tempted to yank you in return. But he finds that you donât have a scarf for him to tug, and so he has to fester in his displeasure with a scowl.Â
The two of you walk out with snowflake-shaped marshmallows, bell-shaped cookies, and candy canes of all flavors and colors. Rollo supposes heâs earned a sweet after dealing with your spontaneity, but then you insist on getting hot chocolate to go along with the marshmallows and now heâs being dragged to a little shop nearby. On the way there, the two of you pass a craft store and something catches his eye. He tells you to go ahead while he steps inside. You raise your brow at him but continue along, and when the two of you meet up heâs holding a bag. You question it, and he tells you to stop being so nosy. Your curiosity is quickly snuffed when you spy another storefront with windows decorated so adorably.Â
At some point, in the midst of popping in and out of storesâwhere he continues to remind you that the both of you ought to be getting backïżœïżœit begins to snow. Tiny flakes flutter to the ground, and you stick your tongue out to catch a few. They melt immediately upon contact. Rollo doesnât realize heâs not hiding his expression until youâre gaping at him.
âWhat?â he asks slowly, dubiously, his eyes narrowing once more.Â
âYouâre smiling,â you say in awe. âIâve never seen you smile before...â
âThis smile is not for you,â he assures you with a scoff. âStop ogling. Itâs rude.â
âBut you look so nice and approachable when you smile like that.â
He glares at you and the smile vanishes behind an irritated countenance and that trademark handkerchief of his.Â
âI suppose,â he admits after a moment of awkward silence, âyou arenât so terrible to be around when you arenât acting like a menace to the entirety of the student body.â
âWhy, thank you, President Flamm! Thatâs high praise coming from you.â You lower into a dramatic bow. He rolls his eyes, but his heart skips a beat. âAnd you arenât so bad either. To be honest, I thought I was done for when your VP told me you wanted to meet at the cafĂ©. I thought youâd chew me out or hex me or...something.â
The mere notion that heâd do such things to you is irksome. He isnât entirely bad or frightening. You just seem to bring those sides out when you run through the halls, pick fights, and cause disorder amongst the students.Â
âIs that right?â He lowers the handkerchief, smirking. His fingers find your chin and he tilts your head to meet his stare. âMaybe you should try being less of a pain. I might show you some mercy the next time we cross paths.â
He pulls away, leaving you stunned, and turns on his heel. âNow then, we should return to campus. Itâs getting late and cold, and Iâd rather not get stuck in the snow.âÂ
Rollo doesnât realize what he did until hours later, when heâs sitting at his desk knitting snowflake patterns into a scarf from the yarn he purchased at the craft shop. The memory has his face gradually heating up, so red and hot you could mistake it for a wavering flame.Â
He canât stand you, or so he once thought.
The gift bag sits innocently in front of your dorm door. Thereâs a card attached, but the senderâs true name isnât written. Rather, a lovely message has been penned in curling script: Happy holidays. Do take care to bundle up. It gets rather cold around this time of year. I would hate to see you frostbitten and ill the next time we meet. Sincerely, your Secret Santa. Inside the bag are a scarf, a bag of assorted candies from a confectionery in the city, hot chocolate mix, and a mug with moon and star patterns. Itâs a very comfortable gift, and you canât help but admire the handmade scarfâs quality.Â
You have your suspicions, but thereâs no way such a kind gift could come from Rollo. Heâs made it quite clear that he dislikes you, and you feel the same way. Itâs probably from his VP, right? He did ask you a few questions about gift preferences, so itâs quite plausible that heâs your Secret Santa.
Rollo is in the middle of penning his thoughts in his diary when thereâs a sharp knock at his door. And then frantic footsteps echo down the hall. He opens the door in hopes of catching the culprit, but he finds emptiness instead. His gaze travels down to the gift box that rests at his feet. Itâs been wrapped in blue and white paper and has been taped rather sloppily. With raised brows, he gathers the gift in his arms and shuts the door, curiosity mounting.Â
The card taped to it is the first thing he opens. It reads: I really donât know you that well and I have no idea what you like or what you do in your free time, so if you ever learn my identity please donât give me another detention for this gift. I tried my best! In any case, happy holidays, Rollo. You deserve a break. See you next year! From, your super cool and super secretive secret santa!!! When he unwraps the gift and peels the lid back, an amused smile pulls at his lips. Inside the box is a croissant plush with beady, little eyes and a cute smile. Thereâs also a sugar cookie-scented candle and an astronomy-themed stationery kit. Â
Rollo sets the gifts on his desk, lowers into his chair, and flips to a new page in his diary. His heart feels oddly light as he scribbles a fresh entry.
I think Iâm falling in love, are the first words that stain the page. And it isnât a terrible feeling.
#meraki mumbles#rollo flamm x reader#many soft rollo thoughts orz#i like to think rollo confides in the gargoyles#and they always hype him up#he has to continuously remind them that heâs *not* in love with you (a lie)#he hates you with a passion#and the gargoyles tell him each time: âyou are in love please stop denying the obviousâ#rollo's search history is: what is the best gift to get my mortal enemy????#he catalogues his struggles in his diary like:#day 1 of finding a secret santa for the worst person in the world: no luck gargoyles give terrible advice i am not in love this is the worst#omg and imagine if you find his diary after some snooping AAAAAAA#you learn that not only is rollo your secret santa and that he's really trying his best to find a perfect gift for you#he's also started recording some of his blossoming feelings#now you realize your lousy gift is definitely not going to look good#when rollo's planning to go all out with his
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Me, opening twitter on this day 2 years ago only to find out that the interview with the vampire masterpiece pilot "in throes of increasing wonder" was now available on amc+ because it was released like 4 days before the official release on the app and i was not expecting that
#x#spend the weeks before the release saying 'i need to be away from sm when it comes out so i can avoid spoilers until i get a link'#and the first thing i did once i knew that it was released was type 'hastag iwtvspoilers' on the search bar lmfaođ#iwtv s1 you're number 1 in my heart<3
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(credits to ssruis)
This song is the only thing keeping me going I do not play about mr showtime đ nothing ruined me (made my life better) the way this song did
(Sendn. Me songs to do this with in my ask box⊠sniffleâŠ)
#circuses? heh.. yeah.. im familiar⊠jesters? oh#even betterâŠ. rellakinoko? now hold on this is already gonna be good⊠tsukasa tenma? im sold. the fish has been captured. im followinf the#sirens into the deepest parts of the sea and wont be coming back. Unfortunately i had gotten t1k (t571) on ensekai for phoenix and am still#bitter about it. Emu and nene came home but the ugly blonde didnt. This is why weâre having problems tsukasa#i have a mr showtime themed custom profile that needs to be finished aand i gotta work on my one for#tsukasa4#ill be more prepared for that one im certain of it#knocking on wood#PRAYING.#t500 would have been nice you know⊠unfortunately i ran out of resources.#i think the amount of time and love ive poured into making everything abt this event makes up for this though. Also this is gonna sound#obnoxious but i feel like one of the five people who actually. You know. Get the event. Like its importance which ill elaborate on in a#future post. Everybody wants to talk about this event but nobody wants to read the story#and the side stories Guysss ur missing out its so good when youre not forcing urself to think tsukasa has an ed and dont even know a single#thing abt acting yet believe one google search can prove that method acting is Absolutely Totally Going To Ruin His Life#i dont think fasting was alright it was pretty stupid but what he did doesnt make him have an ed or this or that#I do think you should be very. Very careful with method acting by the way. That can mess you up. But i dont think thats where theyll be#taking tsukasa in the future. Yes itd be nice to show the risks and get a You know be careful but its not as dark and This is gonna ruin hi#đđšMy poor baby!! As people think#omg i got sidetracked LET ME TALK ABT THE BINGO???1?1? Easily distracted ass#Uhm. Where do i begin. Nvm i dont wanna write too much more but this song truly does mean the world to me#And rellaâs art is so goood my eyes are always glued to it. For some reason i keep having trouble fcing the expert chart for it on ensekai#ut was just fine on jpsekai. Frowny face. I could listen to the song all day though#Those instrumentals are popping offff i tell you#hidden circus#wonderlands x showtime#wxs#wansho#commissioned song#prsk
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really wish there was a tag that separated âIâm having Big Angry and/or Angsty Opinions about Star Warsâ from âIâm goofing off with Star Wars Iâm playing in the sandbox none of this is real so yes I will make my blorbo and this random glub shitto go on an adventure that makes no logical senseâ posts because thereâs too much of the former and not enough of the latter for my current mental state
#starlight personal#the good news is that I finally have another ketamine appt scheduled and itâs sooner than I thought theyâd have an opening#the bad news is that the appointment is not tomorrow and weâre kinda at the end of my mental-emotional rope#now kids this is what we call: an inherent flaw in my treatment plan that cannot be removed#because pretty much in an ideal world Iâd have ketamine appointments every 6 weeks but 1) expensive and probs canât afford that#2) they donât have enough availability for that to be realistic 3) canât take off of work THAT frequently without consequences#4) I would probably start to doubt reality if I was tripping that frequently 5) I donât think docs would allow it#treatment resistant depression and anxiety my beloathed if we could just chill thatâd be great#treatment resistant PMDD my other beloathed someday I will do my damnedest to cut you out of my body#idk not to be too selfpitying on main but god it fucking sucks that I appear to be doomed to another cycle based mood thing#PMDD means I get two good weeks two bad weeks#ketamine being the only effective treatment for whatever my brainâs got going on means two good months followed by x bad months#until my next appointment#which like! two good months is better than no good months I am grateful that something helps#I just wish it was a more convenient help and it could be applied more consistently than my psych office provides#also wish I didnât have to call them 3 times to get it scheduled but it is what it is#also also wish that I had fewer of the physical side effects of my anxiety and wouldnât wake up puking the min things are rough#this is all to say: I want silly SW headcanons and droid headcanons and silly fic ideas and not Everyone is Always Suffering#but Iâm also too lazy (I.e brain cannot make decisions rn) to search for new tags that may give me more silly#which means time to browse my bookmarks for good good comfort fics I have saved I suppose#(this is lowkey why i want to physically fight everyone i know whoâs like âyeah meds would help but idk :/â like!!!!!!!!#bro itâs a privilege to have access to meds and itâs a privilege to have a body that doesnât turn on you the min you take one!!!!#just try 10mg of zoloft I would kill for 10mg of zoloft to not make me entirely incapable of functioning!!!)#I donât mean that - you have a right to take or not take medication and everyoneâs reasons may be their own#I just had my body and have some rough feelings around treating my issues being so expensive and inconvenient#and then feeling guilty b/c I know Iâm lucky that I can afford it and can take off of work for it when I need to#like I am pretty lucky to have something that works and to have a care team that helped me get here#so I donât wanna be ungrateful or unappreciative of my own luck in this and the work that went into getting here#Iâd just also like it if I could change the circumstances slightly#make treatment on the weekends an option - get my psych office to have more than 2 trip sitters so scheduling isnât so bad
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the weatherâs aâchanginâ so the seasonal depression is coming in with hands rated e for everyone. if you would be so kind to indulge my unhinged rosekiller hyperfixation amidst this swing of mental stability (jk not rly) that would be divine pls and thank.
i usually write barty but i am flexible (:
#1 x 1 rp#harry potter rp#marauders rp#rosekiller rp#discord 1x1#i have like so many memes of them youâre gonna get sick of me#( in search of )
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i want/need volunteers for who would be up to read my original stuff once itâs finished and give me their thoughts? (no beta needed at this time lol no editing right now, just need like that bounce off of others of their thoughts on âi got X impression, i thought this character wanted Y, i was so mad at Zâ lol so i can tell if the story gave off the impressions i aimed for or became a new beast, tell the impressions readers get of characters and genre and style)
#rant#i mean. this is for any of yall up for reading my stuff ToT but also no pressure i know many ppl dont actually wanna agree to read 150k#and its hard getting 1 review on a fanfic purposely searched out by ppl that was read 1000 times#so i get ppl who like reading Still not wanting to give feedback#theres also like. the fact this WILL be dark fantasy. political thriller. murder. dark comedy. romance. urban fantasy.#and i know thats not everyones thing or preference#i also know i write darker/angstier than i think some of u enjoy reading lol#but if u ARE curious or interested in my original stuff#i would LOVE to hear your thoughts on some writing!#i want to know if the stuff written is coming off in X ways or another way so ive got a better idea of how#the writing feels from an outside perspective. since i have a very limited view of it from the inside after dealing with it SO long
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On the subject of reapers as mnathan-nigheâŠ. I just think reaper!Billie would look absolutely stunning in a green jacket
#I like their brown jacket a lot donât get me wrong but mnathan-nighe typically appear wearing green thus in the interest of#urban fantasy-ifying the conceptâŠ.. green jacket for Billie :)#Billie spn#Scotlandnatural#My posts#Fun fact! I meant to post this four hours ago but there is literally no helping me the moment I start googling clothes đ#Iâll go in for one (1) item and then Iâll see something and be like oh that jacket would be great for x oh I should search up this for y#So forth and so on and then next thing I know the moon is up sgsjsgsbsgshs#Anyway I think reaper!Billie can dress in agender pride flag colours as a treat <3
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These dates and cut offs are all wrong
#for those who say generations don't exist they do you are confusing them with peers#you are the same generation of someone 10 years younger or 5 years older and can hardly relate except for certain things#you're still the same generation. xennials and zennials for instance instead are sometimes a thing on their own like gen jones for boomers#or can feel more on one side or the other. previous gens until gen x(the worst if u ask me but everyone forgets them always)are a lot more#defined by times than the rest that's why u get confused. zennials are 97-99 they say not 92. a 92 liner is a full millenial#u can search online. also boomers are baby boomers aka from 45 after ww2 since 64 i guess AND THET HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO STAY HERE#stereotypes are bad 1. bc ofc u can be 40 and being raised in a way that makes u feel younger or older 2. not every boomer is a usa rich#spoiled brat. generation is a broad term to indicate the geo political economical state not the people and personally i think it's#important/interesting bc of parenting style pop culture and sociology but it's not a mark and we're talking about million of people ofc#u can be different. this said i feel very millenial and i actually like my gen but i also see its flaws and can't deny the world shaped us
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#aITS BEEN AGES SINCE I'VE DONE A BOARD FOR A MUSE#its so much fun i missed it!!! OUGHGH AESTHETICS MY BELOVEDS#time to do it for my other blorbos as well#;aesthetic#aesthetic#;ooc#ooc#i couldn't find stuff to reblog for here bc the tagging is so random in tunglr#and its also covered in x r.eader which is ok of course but-#i specify -only pictures- to find aesthetics and instead i get 1 picture for the cover of a x r.eader f.anf.ic +50 paragraphs#ur honor i want tormented man suffering from being invisible and yearning for a life no longer his#and then i search p.uppets and d.olls and the such and i get M.UPPETS NAURRR#or that one horror o.nline g.ame (?) that was about p.uppets
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â WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FAKE DATE SATORU GOJO WITH REAL FEELINGS? â
⧠pairing: satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader
⧠summary: you can't help but say yes when your longtime crush asks you to be his fake girlfriend for a year to get the gojo clan to stop arranging marriage proposals for him. but little did you know, he would be doing both of you a favor.
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, fluff, reader is the same age as gojo, set during s1 of jjk, fake dating hijinks, drunk! gojo, jealous! reader + gojo, implied satosugu (sorta, i see it more in a soulmate way, whether its platonic or romantic), switch! gojo, oral (f + m), deepthroating, handjob (m), fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), creampie, naoya makes an appearance, gojo clan elders suck, gojo's made up clan responsibilities,
⧠wc: 16,043
⧠for my 2k celebration event: item 6 has been sold to @chuluoyi and an anon!
âCâmon, you donât know until you try, sweetheart,âÂ
You run at your temples, you didnât need to feel burgeoning ache of a headache forming to know it was coming â but you knew it would whenever you met with this blue eyed idiot, âSatoru, the last time you said that, you nearly got me killed,â you didnât care to re-live him sending you on a mission meant for him to take a grade 1 one curse, only to end up fighting two other grade 2 curses along with it.Â
You were lucky you made it by the skin of your teeth â and lucky that Shoko woke up when you showed up at her door, half dead.Â
âAnd this time, thereâs no risk of death,â he grins, stirring his sugary drink that counts more as sugar than a drink, âthat shows great personal growth, donât ya think?âÂ
âI think this conversation shows that just because youâre the strongest doesnât mean you have an ounce of common sense,â you mutter, as you sip at your drink of choice, âGojo, I canât marry you â for one, there would be a risk of death â yours,âÂ
âEh you wouldnât be able to kill me â youâre far tooââ and you raise an eyebrow, daring him to finish that sentence, âkind,âÂ
You rolled your eyes, âOne of the traits youâre looking for in your future partner?âÂ
âThe thing is, you wouldnât have to marry me at all â it would be a big sham!â He said with a thumbs up, as if that made it any better at all, âjust for a couple weeks so I can fool the Gojo Clan into complacency and to stop the search for my future spouse â youâd be sparing the hundreds, no thousands, of possible candidates from facing the burden of my rejection,âÂ
âAnd I suppose the fact that the clan would get off your back is just a fringe benefit?â You sigh, âGojo, why donât you just tell them you donât want to get married?âÂ
âIâve tried â but the stubborn old geezers wonât budge â Iâm caught between a rock and a hard place â and you know me,â his lips curl, âIâm a lover, not a fighter,âÂ
Yup, you have a headache now.Â
âWhat would we have to do to convince them we were together?âÂ
Why were you considering this?Â
âDates, a few public outings, meeting the geezers because they would insist, and you would need to show your face around the clan compound,â he lists off, sipping at his drink, âthere may be other things, but weâll cross that bridge when we get to it,â You may jump off a bridge by the time this is over and done with, âwhat do you say?âÂ
âI have two questions,â and he leaned back in his chair, back and forth, impatience personified, âhow long would we have to do it?â You didnât want to be stuck in this arrangement for an undisclosed amount of time, but the second question was far more important, â And why me?âÂ
âThree months, maybe longer,â you gape at him, âI can pay you?â you raise an eyebrow, âI will pay you,â you sigh, âand choosing you was easy becauseââÂ
âIf you make some sort of joke about me being single, I donât care if you have infinity, Iâll find a way to murder you,â you grumble.Â
âBecause youâre a sorcerer, youâre from a minor clan â so youâre an acceptable choice, and I trust you â youâre one of my closest friends,â he adds, for once his words are deprived of any humor.Â
And that answer wasâŠalmost worse than the joke. The word âfriendâ stuck in your side like a thorn you could never pull out, festering and growing until it had become a part of you â that ached only when you thought of it.Â
Your feelings for him, they were still there? You thought you had discarded them years ago, thought it was safe for you to move back to Tokyo from Kyoto, thought you had finally left that childhood crush behind â dead and buried â but here it was, still stubbornly clinging to life.Â
And now it would thrive with new roots, stems, leaves, and buds if you agreed to this.Â
He said your name, âWell?âÂ
He remains as inscrutable as always, But you could never say no to him, could you? âOkay, fine,â it would also help you out in the form of another problem of Naoya Zenin who had been nothing but persistent since you came backâŠbut you didnât want to dwell on that. Your eyes find Gojoâs again â as they always did.Â
It was why you had left for Kyoto in the first place.Â
âIs this really necessary?â you grumbled, as the servants that served the Gojo clan fussed over your clothes â it was a traditional kimono in the colors of your clan â a deep indigo, embroidered with white koi fish that swam along the fabric, embroidered with waves. You supposed you were only grateful that Gojo didnât leave you to get dressed yourself.Â
Gojo watched as they adjusted the obi around your waist, and your eyes remained fixed ahead, but your gaze couldnât help but wander to him. Satoru Gojo was always unfairly gorgeous â there was a reason people fawned over him even when he had just rolled out of bed without even a once over at his appearance â but those same people probably would have passed out if they saw him as he was now.Â
His formal wear was a sky blue â the same as his eyes, a coat draped over his shoulders and loose trousers of snow white that was a nod to hair of the same color. His hair remained unkempt as it always was.Â
âGonna change into that but not comb your hair?â You remark, and he smirks, running a hand through his hair.Â
âWell I think if I start being too well behaved, theyâll know itâs fake,â and the word sticks in your chest like a dagger between the ribs, as the servants finally finish with your clothes, and you sigh.Â
You straighten yourself, looking at yourself in the mirror, âHow is it only been a couple hours and Iâm already exhausted?âÂ
âThe suffocating grip of old geezers and their backwards traditions would do that to you,â but his eyes linger on you, âbut lucky for you sweetheart, it seems to suit you,âÂ
âDo you have to call me that?â You murmur, cheeks warming, as you pretend to busy yourself with adjusting your clothes in the mirror.Â
âYou have to get used to it,â his footsteps draw closer, heart battering against your ribcage as he does â surely, it would break free of its bony cage by the end of this, as he slides a shiny pendant around your neck â a sliver infinity with a singular small blue gem glinting in the middle â âafter all, you are mine now, arenât you?âÂ
âGojo, this isââÂ
âSatoru,â he reminds you, as his fingers brush against your neck as he clasps the necklace, âhow will it look if someone overhears you calling me by my last name in private?â And your fingers brush against the necklace, toying with the pendant as you positioned it properly, âdo you like it? I had it made especially,âÂ
Especially â the lack of âfor you,â stuck out to you, as you force a smile on your lips, âitâs perfect â it will definitely sell the act,â and your eyes canât find his as he adjusts his sunglasses, âIâm surprised youâre not wearing your blindfold,â you turn to face him, âdoesnât it drain you not to wear it?âÂ
âI can wear sunglasses sometimes â usually I get strange looks if I wear a blindfold in normal society â and here,â he pulls off the glasses as his cerulean irises seem to pierce your very form, âit reminds these old men who holds the cards here,â it was already hard enough for you to meet Gojoâs gaze as it was, it always felt as if he could stare right through you â and now, it felt as it your entire soul was beholden to him, âand as a bonus,â he draws close again, as he holds out his hand for your own. You resist the urge to bite your lip, inside giving your hand as he wished, and he lifts to his lips, before tilting his head to press the back of his hand to your cheek, ânow I can look at my beautiful girlfriend unobstructed by these pesky eye coverings,âÂ
You scoff, âYou always have something to say, donât you?â As you try and fail to move your hand away, âGojoââÂ
âA good escort should never let their lady walk in without their hand being held, donât you think?â And you sigh, as he leads you out of the frying pan and into the fire â you only hoped you wouldnât be burned â your eyes sliding to Gojo again, fingers toying with the fabric over your chest â in more than one way.Â
âSo youâve gotten yourself a partner, eh, boy?â the elderly man sits with his eyes closed as he sips his tea, steam rolling off the surface in droves, but he seemed unbothered by the heat â perhaps because of the steam coming out of his ears, âIâm shocked,â you kept your gaze down, only had greeting him upon entering â stating your name and clan, before kneeling beside Satoru on a cushion.Â
âShocked that someone like me could ever find my match? I know Iâm truly one of a kind,â lips curled in that smirk that seemed to annoy almost everyone Satoru Gojo knew â including you â but no one showed the level of irritation that this man showed.Â
Gojo may be the head of the Gojo clan â but you supposed there were still people he had to answer too, if only due to age and tradition â the two very things Gojo hated the most.Â
âWhy bother respecting those for aging when they havenât done anything for me to respect?â he had said flippantly to Yaga one day during a lesson, âI rather die young than live to the age of these old coots without accomplishing a damn thing,â and then Yaga firmly smacked Gojo on the head right after, for disrespecting Gakuganji during the sister school exchange event.Â
And you had a feeling this meeting was about to go as well as that class did.Â
âIs this serious? Have you proposed?â and you have to keep a straight face, but your cheeks burn.Â
âNow, donât embarrass me and my girlfriend,â his fingers intertwined with yours, âbut this is serious â sheâs the only woman I want to marry â and Iâll do anything to accomplish that,â he leans forward with a smile, squeezing your hand, âbecause I love her, and I only will ever love her,âÂ
His gaze slides from Gojo to you, eyes boring into your skull, âand do you feel the same?âÂ
You never have been one for lying â lying was an uncomfortable feeling that twisted and turned in your stomach like questionable leftovers that you took a gamble on eating, ones that wanted to come out the same way it went in. But you had learned with time because sometimes it was necessary for a sorcerer to lie, and when it was between telling a lie or dying, youâre forced to become quite adept at things you hate.Â
And you had learned, as you meet his hardened look, the best lies had some truth ingrained in them.Â
âI do, Satoru and I went to Jujutsu Tech together, and heâs the only man I ever loved,â perhaps it was too much truth, as you forced your voice to be steady, âheâs frustrating, irritating, full of himselfââÂ
âYou donât have to be that honestââ Satoru grumbled.Â
âBut heâs also selfless, unendingly kind, a great teacher, and a good person, maybe even the best person I know,â you canât bear to look at Satoru, âand heâs the only man I want to call my husband,âÂ
The silence lingers in the room for a moment before the old man grunts, âIâll believe it when I see it,âÂ
âWhat kind of answer was that?â You asked as Satoru walked you back to the room, his fingers still laced with yours.Â
âIt means we have to make him believe it â but heâll at least stop arranging these meetings for me with prospectives,âÂ
You raise an eyebrow, âand what will make him believe it?âÂ
He smirks, as he tugs you a little closer, fingers under your chin, âI could kiss you right now, might sell the act,âÂ
âNo one can see us,âÂ
âSomeoneâs always watching,â he murmurs, leaning far too close as your breath catches, eyes widening before they flutter shut and you wait. But instead his lips brush your forehead, followed by a flick, âgotcha,âÂ
Your eyes snap open in a glare, âGojo!â And heâs cackling.Â
âSatoru,â he corrects, as his hand leaves yours as he opens the sliding door to the room, âyou coming?âÂ
You pout, rubbing your forehead, as you brush past him â this was going to be a long few weeks.Â
âWhy do I even have to go to this?â You were being led through a bustling mall, his arm around your waist, as if to prevent you from escaping (good idea). Your lips twisted in a grimace, you allowed him to drag you along, knowing him, he would carry you over his shoulder without a hint of shame (you donât think he even contained the word shame in his own vernacular), âcanât you go and wear a ring and go by yourself?âÂ
âA ring is not as good as having you on my arm now is it?â he bumps you with his hip, âplus, weâre not engaged yet, unless this is a proposal,â he raises an eyebrow, and your cheeks burn.Â
âShut up, Iâd never propose to you,â he laughs, but itâs almost strained.
âNever propose to me like that right? Because I deserve a better proposal than that,â he sighs, leading you into a store, âcome on, we have to find you a nice outfit for the wedding,âÂ
You glance at the store, your jaw dropping, âGojo, this store is so expensive, I canât afford thisââÂ
He lowers his sunglasses just to show you that heâs rolling his eyes, âWho said youâre paying, Princess?â You stare at him, slack jawed, while a salesperson comes up to the two of you â though sheâs clearly only interested in one of you.Â
âHi, what can I help you with finding today?â her lips curled in a smile, as she twirled a strand of her around her fingers, âIâd be more than happy to assist you,â her gaze completely fixed on Gojo, without the slightest hint of acknowledgment for you to spare.Â
You bite back a scowl, plastering on a fake smile, as you lean into Gojo, âMy boyfriend is looking to buy me an outfit for a wedding weâre attending â baby, could you tell her what style you want me to wear?âÂ
Gojo glances at you, a flicker of surprise that is quickly covered up by a smirk, his arm tightening around your waist, âYes, I have to make sure my sweetheart is looking her best â so can you please find these styles of dresses for me?â You canât help the smile on your lips as the salesperson shuffles away, lips a thin line rather than the grin she once had.Â
âDidnât know you were the jealous type,â Gojo chuckles, and you roll your eyes, hoping your expression didnât give your heart away, the feelings you had stuffed into a crevice of your chest that threatened to burst.Â
So you choose to turn it on him instead, as you meet his gaze with a small smirk, âI donât like people taking whatâs mine,âÂ
But he only takes it in stride, only as Gojo can, âIâm yours, huh?âÂ
You shrug, choosing to hurt yourself rather than let him do it, âat least for the next two to three months,â and your gaze snaps away and looks to the saleswoman as she comes back with a selection, âif you get to choose my dress, I get to choose a suit for you, deal?âÂ
Gojo raises an eyebrow, but smiles, âAnything for you, princess.âÂ
âYou just wanted to see me model for you, didnât you?â Gojo emerges from the changing room in a black button down and white suit coat with a matching white tie â as he tilts his head, âI would say my best suit is my birthday suit,â and you grimace, âoh câmon, it was a good joke, althoughââÂ
âDonât say itâs true,â you lean back, phone in hand as you snap a picture as you did for the last three, âI love to see that self confidence of yours has grown into full blown arrogance,âÂ
âHow can I not be arrogant when I see you snapping pictures of me?â He crosses his arms, the fabric taut and straining over his chest, the top button undone, showing off the adamâs apple that bobs in his throat, âitâs definitely a step up from when you ignored me,âÂ
You snap from your thoughts, âWhen did I ignore you?âÂ
âWhen we graduated Jujutsu Tech, youâd spend time with Nanami or spend a weekend with Shoko, but whenever I was around, you wouldnât even reply to a text,â your eyes fall to the floor, chewing your lip, âit wasnât always like that â I thought we were close,â
It was true â but it wasnât because you hated him. It was the opposite. You had tried to be his friend, but the more you were his friend, the more it hurt â hurt to see him smile at you like everyone else, hurt to see him with his eyes on the one he wanted, and with his arm around Suguru.Â
And you really didnât hate Suguru â it was the opposite really â you thought they were perfect, a person who grounded him, made him a better person, and with a much tighter grip on reality than Gojo did â perhaps too tight. Too tight that it shattered apart in his hands, the pieces too far gone to pick out â and too far gone to save him.Â
You tried to be there for him â knock on his door when you knew he was home and force him to shower while you and Shoko cleaned up his room. You stayed even when Shoko had long left, holding his hand as he hid his tears from you with his back turned, and you didnât admit you could hear his nearly silent tears. But eventually, it turned into movie nights, meals shared, and even grocery runs.Â
And it became harder and harder to hide how you felt â each minute spent with him was another drop in a bucket that was already overflowing to begin with. At first it had been a crush â an unattainable crush that you were happy to leave at just that. But eventually, it became so much more â you had fallen in love with him, when you really shouldnât have. Because he didnât need a partner â he needed a friend.Â
âGojo, I didnât ignore youââÂ
âIâve called you sweetheart, did your number change and then magically change back when you came back to Tokyo?âÂ
But once he had pulled himself together, you were graduating and you requested to be put in Kyoto â your excuse being you were tired being in the city â but to Satoru, you gave no excuse, you quietly left without a word. Because you were really tired of having your heart broken â so you needed space, and you were willing to do anything to get it.Â
âGojo, I didnât really talk much to Nanami or Shoko when I left either, I just needed spaceââÂ
âSpace from what?â You sighed, parting your lips when his phone rings. He checks it before taking it, âanother mission? Yeah, I can leave tonight,â you bit your lip, âsend Ijichi to take me to the airport. Yeah, ok,â and he hangs up, âweâll have to cut this short. I have to go overseas,âÂ
âHow long will you be gone?âÂ
âProbably just a few days. Iâll be back soon,â you bite your lip, and he tilts his head, âyou worried about me, Princess?âÂ
You flush, opening and closing your mouth, âI am,â and he blinks, seemingly surprised, âcome back safe. Text me to let me know when you land,âÂ
His lips curl, as he ruffles your hair, âI will â and Iâll be back soon enough. Promise,â and he pauses, âyou want a souvenir?âÂ
âYou donât have toââÂ
âI want to,â he cuts you off, and your cheeks warm.Â
And just then, he gets a text, âIjichi Is almost here. Iâll have him drop you back first,â and he turns to change out of his clothes.
âSatoru,â you catch him by the sleeve, and he pauses, âIâm sorry I didnât talk to you after all of that. It had nothing to do with you, there was just a lot going onââ he says your name, but you shake your head, âbut it wonât happen again, I promise,â
âGood,â he steps back into the changing room, a grin on his lips, âI wouldnât let you get away this time anyway, sweetheart.âÂ
âGojo?â You say again, and he tilts his head, âget the indigo suit,âÂ
He grins, âand you have good taste, well, of course you do,â he holds the door open, âI am your boyfriend after all.âÂ
And the door of the fitting room swings shut, and you hope heâs not looking at you, as your cheeks burn, your heart squeezing in spite of every thought of your mind telling not to go there â not to go down that road, but you should have known, the moment you said yes to this planâ
You were already there.Â
You had never known that the buzz of your phone could make you more happy â or anxious.Â
But it had been over the course of the last few days. Because youâre probably an idiot, but that wasnât the point.Â
how bad of an idea would it be for me to try this Karanga and Chapati place that Yuta recommended?Â
You snorted, Satoru, the last time you had curry â that wasnât even that spicy, you couldnât taste anything for a week.
Another buzz, But Yuta said itâs not so bad
You roll your eyes, imagining the pout he undoubtedly has on his lips â Yuta has never seen you cry over a bowl of curry â stick with your desserts, and you chuckle as you add: you may be the strongest but you have the weakest taste budsÂ
It takes some time for another response to come â and when it does, you realize a grave error on your part was made: never point out any flaw to this idiot because he will take it as a challenge.Â
This is Yuta â Gojo-sensei tried it and heâs now in the bathroom. He told me to tell you heâd text you later.Â
This was how the last few days flew by â texts with updates about his mission, his work, and his check-ins with Yuta. And the night before he was flying back, just as you were cooking dinner, he called youâÂ
âGojo? Isnât it 2:00 AM there right now?âÂ
âYou learned the time difference for me?â you heard his words slur over the other line, âSweethearttttt,â I went out with Yuta and Miguel, and I may have gotten a littttttle tipsy,âÂ
âIsnât it like 2:00 AM there?âÂ
He clicks his tongue, âMiguel challenged me to a drinking contest,â and you groan, rubbing a hand down your face, âbut they got me back into my hotel room, even though Iâm not tired,â he mumbles, as you hear the crinkle of his bedsheets and the rustling of his comforter.Â
âHave you drank water? How much alcohol did you have?âÂ
âAre you worried about me?â he giggles, before sighing, âIâm glad,âÂ
âWhy are you glad?â You hold the phone between your cheek and shoulder as you stir the pan with your dinner currently in it.Â
âBecause it means you care about me,â he murmurs, âeveryone who cares about me always leaves,â he gives a small bitter chuckle, âmaybe itâs better for you not to care about me. Itâs dangerous to care about someone like me â the type to die young or live far too long,âÂ
âGojoââÂ
âSatoru,â he mutters, voice growing thick with sleep, âcall me Satoru,â and his soft snores fill your ear as he falls into the sandmanâs grasp â a small reprieve from his feelings â while you were left to dwell in them.Â
All this time you had been thinking how you felt, what you were dealing with, what you wanted â and all these years and you hadnât thought about how your actions made him felt. You thought he was beyond any hurt you could possibly inflict â his infinity meant that he was leagues above anywhere you could possibly reach â but it didnât.Â
He wasnât. He was a person â and when had you stopped treating him as one?Â
You texted Yuta: make sure your sensei is lying on his side and make him drink some water. And donât let Miguel goad him into drinking ever again.Â
Yuta: got it. sorry about that sensei â gojo wouldnât listen
You scoffed, chuckling at how Yuta called you sensei but did not afford Gojo the same courtesy.Â
You stayed on the phone with Gojo, hearing Yuta come in and persuading him to drink some water, before he fell back asleep, but even in his drunken state, he wouldnât give up his phone â Yuta snapping a picture and sending it to you. You laughed when you saw it â loml with a dozen hearts and a picture of you in your obi, clearly taken when you werenât looking, but it wasnât those things that made you laugh â it was the way Gojo clung to his phone, fingers wrapped around it desperately, as he slept.Â
You stayed on the phone with him all night, even when you went to bed â of course just to make sure heâs fine â the call waking you when it disconnected after reaching the max call time. Your eyes flutter open, glancing at the time â 5:00 AM. And almost like clockwork, your phone rings again, Gojoâs number flashing on your screen.Â
You pick up, âMm, hello?â you yawn, âfinally awake sleeping beauty?âÂ
âGlad you finally decided to acknowledge my beauty,â his voice is gravelly, thick with sleep, and god, you canât help but imagine waking to this voice every day â âugh I have a headache,â he murmurs, the crumple you hear must be him burying his face in his pillow because the next question he asks is muffled, âwhy were we on the phone?âÂ
âYou called me last night after drinking, and refused to hang up after Yuta helped you get settled,â you chuckle, as you hear his groan over the phone, âI got a new contact picture for you out of it, love of my life,âÂ
âGlad youâre finally on board,â he mutters, growing quiet, âwhy didnât you hang up?âÂ
You pause, âwhat do you mean?â You ask slowly.Â
âYou couldâve hung up at any time, but you stayed on the phone, even when you fell asleep,â his voice was soft, âwhy?âÂ
âI just,â you bit your lip, you couldnât lie to him, at least not completely, âI just wanted to make sure you were okay, and you didnât want to hang up â so I didnât,âÂ
Heâs silent for a moment, and you almost wish you could sink into the Earth â but he only says, âokay, now whatâs the plan for the day, Princess?âÂ
Your lips curl, âWell my day has not really began yet since itâs 5:00 AM here, so Iâm probably going to sleep for several hours and wake up at an hour that is not bereft of god,âÂ
âYou really couldnât just say âungodly?ââ He snorts.Â
âWell, 5:00 AM makes me wax poetic, what can I say?â Another yawn parts your lips, âIâm going to sleep,âÂ
But he doesnât hang up, âIâll be here, sweetheart.â Â
You glanced at the time, heâs late.Â
Well, he wouldnât be Gojo if he didnât make an entrance. You slumped on the couch â even if he was getting home from his mission, there was no guarantee heâd stop by your place to see you. He might want to just go home â or stop by Jujutsu Tech, or be anywhere else. You couldnât have expectations â expectations were only a way to be disappointed, a drop from soaring that would only be met with the impact of the cold, unforgiving ground.Â
Especially expectations from a fake relationship. You lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling â why were being such an idiot about this? The TV drones on in the background, illuminating the dark of the living room, as you sit barely paying attention to a random rom com you had picked.Â
Maybe it was because Satoru had spent the rest of today on the phone with you, even through a security check (warning the security officers not to hang up his call) and at the gate. And then every day after that, he had called and texted you like clockwork â stupid thingsâ good morning and good night, random memes that made him think of you, pictures of his day (including ones of him messing with his students), questions of what sweet you wanted from the shop he had decided to frequent, calls about your day and his own, and hours long conversations about nothing at all. Maybe because you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke to you â or maybe it was because you were just down bad.Â
It was probably the latter.Â
You take a throw pillow and pull it over your face. What were you thinking? Falling for your old crush and fake boyfriend a night before a wedding was a trope in a bad rom com that you spent your weekend night watching â it shouldnât be how you feel.Â
âThatâs a nice look,â you jump, pulling the pillow away, to be met with Gojoâs gaze hidden behind another pair of sunglasses, âhoney, Iâm home,âÂ
You bite back your smile, âone, this isnât your home, and two, how did you get inside?âÂ
âItâs pretty easy when you can teleport, you should try it sometime,â he sits beside you, more like collapses as he falls into the couch, his head resting against the top, âalthough if someone moved in with me, itâd be much easier,â and you laugh.Â
âShouldnât you ask a girl out before you ask her to move in?â he shrugs, his arm resting across the top of the couch.Â
âIâm anything but traditional,â he sighs, glancing at the TV, âwhat are we watching?âÂ
âA bad rom com,âÂ
He snorts, âwatching it to mercilessly pick it apart?â And you raise an eyebrow, âwhat? I did stay awake for some of those moviesâ it was some of my favorite memories during that time and some of the only times I could actually sleep,âÂ
âYeah, it was a nice way for both of us to turn our brains off for a bit,â you glanced at him, âthought itâd be nice for us too,â his gaze slides to you curiously, âI know thereâs been a lot on your mind â with itadori and the special grades,âÂ
He sighs, running fingers through his hair, âYeah, old geezers seem to cause problems in all parts of my life,â you snort, âcanât believe theyâd try to do away with Itadori while I was gone,âÂ
âThey donât see anyone as innocent â they see whether youâre an asset or a threat, unfortunately, they see Itadori not as the former,â you shake your head, as your eyes stare at the movie flashing on the screen, but you donât really watch, âtheyâre too far gone to see the innocence of children,âÂ
âYou sound like Kento,â and your eyes meet his, his cerulean gaze already on you, his sunglasses discarded on your coffee table.Â
âFunny, thought I sounded like you,â he blinks a moment, âSatoru, youâre all about preserving the youth of children â thatâs why you saved Megumi, Yuta, and Yuji â even when you had every reason not to,âÂ
âHow could I not? Youth belongs to the young after all,â a wistful smile on his lips, âi donât want the same to happen to them that happened to us,âÂ
âTo us,â you repeat, a sharp pain sticks between your ribs at the flash of Haibaraâs smile and the whisper of Suguruâs laugh, âmore like to them,âÂ
âYeah,â a silence falling over the two of you as the white noise of the TV filled the quiet, âbut sometimes I think we went down along with them,âÂ
You shake your head, âI think a part of us did â a part of us will stay thereââ frozen in time and seeping like poison in our bones, âbut weâre still here,â you risk to toe the line youâd never cross, your fingers brushing his, âand itâs not over for us,âÂ
And his eyes flicker to your fingers threaded with his, as his fingers squeeze yours slowly, the corner of his lips quirk upwards, as you stretch and sit up, fingers falling away from his, a yawn on your lips, âshould we get some sleep?âÂ
âCome on, letâs finish the movie,â he murmurs, even though sleep seems to weigh heavily on his body, eyelids fluttering shut as he turns to you, cheek pressed against the couch, âhey,â he murmurs, âit wasnât the movies that let me relax,â and you can hear the unspoken meaning in those words â but that was the problem.Â
It was unspoken.Â
Your fingers twitch, wanting nothing more than to brush your fingers against his cheek â but you canât.Â
Youâd allowed yourself to toe the line youâd long drawn in the sand that youâd built into a wall â you had even allowed yourself to stir a few bricks from its place, but you couldnât cross it. Not now.Â
Your eyes are growing heavy. Maybe not ever.Â
Your neck hurts.Â
The first thought you have as you rouse into aching consciousness. Why was it so bright? Did you forget to draw your curtains? You draw an arm over your face, already dreading the waking hours, until you realize itâs your day off, and you sigh, relaxing into your bed.Â
Or what you thought was your bed.Â
Except your bed couldnât move, nor could it pull you closer. But now something or someone was, an arm around your waist with movement behind you that made breath warm your ear. And you probably would have screamed, if you hadnât heard the familiar voice whisper your name in your ear.Â
Gojo.Â
Gojo???Â
Your head slowly turned to be met with the strongest sorcerer very much passed out, half behind you, half on top of you â his blue eyes hidden under his eyelids for once instead of any covering that he used to protect himself. His snowy white locks brushed against your skin, the close proximity doing nothing to alleviate your feelings â you had only hoped you could see one flaw, one ick, and maybe youâd be done. But on Satoru Gojo? The man born to be perfect â the same one who sang karaoke for the first time as a teen only to be so incredible that it moved your server to tears?Â
You really should have fucking known better.Â
Your breath caught, and you wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassmentâif no one had, you would surely be the first case. You were always a trail blazer.Â
And you tried to shift again, if only to maneuver yourself out of this situation, but he moved along with you, seeking out the contact he was losing. And this only ended with him lying on top of you, his head buried in the crook of your neck, and his legs straddling one of your legsâ and then you felt it â a very distinct bulge pressed against your thigh.Â
Fuck. Your. Life.Â
He mumbled in his sleep, nose brushing against the hollow of your neck, drawing another shiver from your body. You had a rare opportunity to touch him â didnât you, no infinity between the two of you â just him and you. You were in a position probably many desired to be in â admirers and enemies alike (neither category being mutually exclusive). You supposed old habits die hard â and so did old crushes.Â
Could you let yourself enjoy this for a moment? Enjoy the feeling, no matter how real it never would be? Maybe it was wrong, but â your eyes fluttered shut as your arm wrapped loosely around Gojo â you certainly didnât want to be the one to wake up first.Â
And you werenât â your eyes flutter open to movement, and your eyes meet cerulean eyes, lips parted in surprise, âMorning,â he manages, a flush of pink coloring his cheeks, âdid we fall asleep?âÂ
âI guess we did,â you bite your lip, âare you going toââÂ
And he blinks, before scrambling off of you, âSorry,â he mumbles, as he turns away to fidget with his phone.Â
âGuess that was one very boring movie,â you murmur.Â
âOr I was in a very comfortable bed,â he replies with a smirk that turns to a grimace.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
âNaoya Zenin is making an appearance at the wedding weâre attending tomorrow,â and you groan, as he raises an eyebrow, âhow many proposals had he made you?âÂ
You scoff, âProposals? More like propositions,â you shake your head, already aching from the sleep you had barely shaken off and now it had graduated to a shooting pain that made your eye twitch at the thought of that man, âheâs offered to do me the âhonorâ of being the next heirâs husband half a dozen times. If he ever becomes the head of the Zenin clan, I may help Maki annihilate them myself,âÂ
Naoya Zenin â the most pretentious and egocentric man you had the displeasure of meeting. Even his pretty face could do nothing to fix his hideous personality ridden with misogyny, hatred, and spite. And youâd been offered his hand in marriage half a dozen times due to your lineage in a lesser known clan family with a unique cursed energy. It was a strategic move to try and secure his place â as was every move he made â he had no room for anyone he deemed useless to his plan.Â
Unfortunately, you did not fall into that special category.
âThat wonât happen,â Gojo replies, texting on his phone, âplus, heâs too weak to force that to happen â not to mention heâs a first class prick,âÂ
âYou say that, but you basically propositioned me,â you teased, as his eyes flit up from his phone, as you rise from the couch, âquite the proposal you came to me with,âÂ
He pauses a moment, a small smile on his lips, âone, i donât recall proposing, and trust me thatâs something Iâd remember,â and you roll your eyes, âand two, arenât you just as bad, since you said yes, sweetheart?âÂ
âCan you blame a girl wanting a little extra money?â And he locks his phone, drawing close, your breath catching as he lets himself linger for a second too long.Â
âCan you blame a man for wanting a beautiful and intelligent woman?â And heâs leaning close, but he leans back, only grabbing his coat from the couch, still slung over as it had been. He spares you a smirk at your bewildered expression, âclose your mouth, youâll catch flies, princess, and what a shame that would be,â you scowl, and he laughs as he heads to the door, slipping on his shoes, with a final glance and grin thrown over his shoulder as he opened your door, âIâll see you tomorrow night.âÂ
Right. Tomorrow. The wedding.Â
Fuck. You were so screwed.Â
KNOCK. KNOCK.Â
Fuck. You scrambled from your vanity as you finished putting the finishing touches on your look for tonight. You didnât think Satoru Gojo of all people could ever be on time, but you supposed there was a first time for everything.Â
You slipped the dress over your head, careful not to smear your makeup or mess up your hair. You were starting to regret not having the Gojo familyâs attendants get you ready for this event, if only so you could have turned your mind off for this time. But you knew all too well that your mind could never give you a break â with all of that free time came free real estate for your anxiety to set up camp and put down roots for all the things that could possibly go wrong. So it was better this way, as you reach for the ties on the back of your dress â of course, maybe if you had let yourself be helped, you could actually have someone to tie your corset back on this dress.Â
Another knock.Â
âSweetheart?â You hear Gojoâs muffled voice through the door, âyouâre not planning on standing me up are you?âÂ
You stumble your way to the door, clutching the back of your dress, as you take a breath and throw it open, âCan you tie the back of my dress?âÂ
Fuck. He looked gorgeous. His hair was parted and combed off to the side, a deep blue suit coat and a crisp white collared shirt tucked into a matching suit pant. A pair of sunglasses were tucked into the chest pocket of his jacket in front of a white pocket square.Â
âNo hello, âcan you tie my dress?ââ Gojo tilts his head, his eyes graze over your appearance, as he steps inside and closes the door behind him, âturn around,â And you do, fingers still clutching at the fabric at the back of your dress, cheeks burning as you do, âgonna have to let go, and let me help you, sweetheart,âÂ
You slowly let go, but his warm fingers brush against the skin of your bare back as he holds the dress up from slipping, carefully lacing the corset, âI was right, blue is your color,â he murmurs, as he tugs lightly at the strings, âlet me know when itâs tight enough,âÂ
âItâs good now,â you sigh â though the corset wasnât as tight as your chest now, you face him now, trying to adjust your hair.Â
âLet me,â one hand cups your chin gently, your breath catching and you can only hope he canât feel your pulse through your skin. His fingers run through your soft tresses, your eyes unable to meet his â but you wonder if he can see right through you anyway â âyouâve never been good at asking for help,âÂ
âLook whoâs talking,â you glare at him, as he chuckles, âwell, I asked you didnât I?âÂ
âWhy did you ask me?â You raise an eyebrow, âIâm sure you could have asked anyone,âÂ
âWell, I didnât want just anyone,â he murmurs, fingers tracing the blush you had lined your cheeks with, âI wanted you,âÂ
âWhy?â And he parts his lips, a soft smile that pulls at his features â was it a hint of pink across his cheeks.Â
âBecauseââ and your phone goes off â a reminder with the time of the wedding. And the momentâs broken, as reality settles over you again, âWeâll be late,âÂ
âI donât mind being late,â and a heat burns from his touch, from the tips of your fingers to the his fingers leave your cheek, warmth fading as quickly as it came, but he offers his hand, âbut if itâs for you, I can be on time,â and your fingers find his, interlacing, before he tugs you close, his arm around your waist, âas long as you stay by my side.â
You never were one for weddings. At least not one like this.Â
A stuffy event held in an extravagant manner â a large banquet hall for the reception, but now the guests roamed the gardens the hall opened out into â lush greenery serving as a perfect backdrop for this wedding â a distant branch of the Zenin family was marrying, which meant all of the main clans were invited to attend. Including several elders of the Gojo clan.Â
And now you were being subjected to this as well â several dozen eyes on you â all due to the man whose arm you were on. His arm wrapped almost protectively around your waist, his lips nearly brushed against your ear when he whispered in it, letting you know just exactly who was coming over.Â
âI didnât think you were one to care for remembering these things,â you wave at the couple that just left the two of you, his fingers grazing the skin behind your ear as he tucked a stray strand behind it.Â
âI usually donât care, but I know itâd make you uncomfortable otherwise, especially among all these people,â he smirks, his fingers finding yours, and squeezing, âplus, we need to make a good impression, donât we?âÂ
âI think weâre making an impression just by being together,â you murmur, and he raises an eyebrow, âeveryoneâs staring â didnât you notice?â and he shrugs, a sly smile on his lips.Â
âDidnât notice,â he tilts his head, his eyes fixed on you, âI was too busy looking elsewhere, I guess,âÂ
Your cheeks burn, but as your lips part to respond, you see him walking over to the discreet corner you had parked yourselves in, âFuck,â you mutter under your breath, your fingers tightening around his.Â
Naoya Zenin strides over in a black yukata kimono, his silver hair pushed back, his lips twisted in a slimy smile that made your skin crawl, your name leaving his lips, âitâs been far too long, youâre looking lovely,â his eyes raked over you like hot coals, âthough the company you keepââÂ
âHas improved markedly,â Satoruâs lips curl in a grin, âdo you have business with my girlfriend?âÂ
Naoya raises an eyebrow, âGirlfriend?âÂ
Satoruâs arm tightens around your waist, âI didnât realize you went hard of hearing â I know your hair had started to go, but your hearing tooââ you hid your snort poorly, Naoyaâs sharp gaze flickering between the two of you.Â
âIâm younger than you are, and my hair is bleached,â he snaps, âor are those six eyes not sharp enough to see that as well? They certainly arenât enough for you to have found Suguru Geto before he caused a war,âÂ
And Satoruâs hurt is imperceptible â a hint of hurt that only shows in the tightness of his jaw for a millisecond, before heâs only giving another laugh.Â
âAt least I am already the head of my clan, because even if I were without my six eyes,â he smirks, but a certain meanness pulls at his features, âIâm still not as weak as you areââ
Naoyaâs expression sours, curdled into a foul scowl, âWhat did youââÂ
âAlright,â you hold up your hands, âLetâs save the dick measuring contest for later, okay? This is a wedding, letâs not cause a scene, ok?â you glance between the two of them, and Satoru pouts â while Naoya seems all too pleased, a grin broken across his lips.Â
âThis is why youâre the perfect woman â you know how to mediate between menâs egos, andââÂ
âNaoya, I said letâs not cause a scene, and youâre two steps away from me causing one right now,â you snap, âI wasnât interested the first dozen times you asked me when I was single, so why would you think Iâd be interested now, when I have a boyfriend?âÂ
His face flushes red, and youâre not sure whether itâs in anger or embarrassment, âI doubt youâre even really a couple,â he hisses, âI know all about the proposals that this idiot has been getting and the pressure to marry,â he runs his fingers through his hair, âIâm sure youâll come running to me once heâs done using youââÂ
Satoru surges forward, but you press a hand against his chest, âWe donât need to justify our relationship to you, so think what you want â but even if Satoru and I break up, I rather die single than ever spend a minute with you,â and you look at Satoru, your gaze softening, âand I rather spend be single for the rest of my life than spend another minute without him,â and you slide your eyes back to Naoya, his fists clenched, as you lean in, âso fuck off.â
He opens his mouth to reply, but the staff begin to wave everyone into their seats, and the wedding begins. The two of you sit, a silence falling over as others take their seats beside you. A subtle tension as music filled the air and the wedding proceedings beganâbut you could have cared lessâ god what the fuck had you said to Naoya? How had Gojo taken it? Does he know how you feel? Does he think itâs an act?Â
Then his fingers find yours, âThank you,â he whispers softly, managing only those two words before the wedding begins.Â
And it dawns on you â it wasnât what you said, it was the fact you had defended him, your heart aches, it was the fact you had defended him when Naoya insulted Suguru.Â
Your eyes stay fixed forward as the ceremony begins â it was never about you â as you pulled your fingers away from him.Â
Like it always never was.Â
The wedding ceremony goes by â as does the reception, without much to-do. The only silver lining is that thereâs far too much small talk for the two of you to have a moment to talk alone, especially when the two of you spot the Gojo clan elders side-eyeing you from the table of old folks, not to mention Naoya hovering around that same table, the same scowl on his face. The only remark that Satoru whispered as the two of you floated by the table pointedly, a smirk on his lips as he waved and held you close to his side â âone quick hollow purple could solve my problems,âÂ
You gave a forced chuckle at that â unfortunately not yours.Â
And finally, the two of you head home â in relative silence, the drive being short to Gojoâs apartment, where your car was parked. You sigh as he pulls in, âIâll head out I guessââÂ
âWhy donât you just stay the night?â and your gaze snaps to his, the first time all night, âitâs really late, and I have a guest roomââÂ
âMy apartment isnâtââÂ
âYour apartment isnât far, but I thought we couldâŠtalk,â and your heart gallops to a start â talking was the last thing you wanted to do.Â
âWhat is there to talk about?â And his fingers brush against your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.Â
âMaybe about why you canât meet my eyes?â You huff, looking away.Â
âCan you blame me? Your blue eyes are freaky,â you grumble, and you can hear the judgment in the silence, a first for Gojo, âGojo, what do you want me to say?âÂ
He stays quiet for a moment, âYou donât have to say anything, just come inside,â So you do â following him inside, the silence hanging over you like a guillotine waiting to slice, âThank you for what you saidââÂ
The door clicks behind him, as you stop, âGojoââÂ
âSatoru,â he corrects, and youâre shaking your head.Â
âYou donât have to thank me, I was justââÂ
âBut what you saidââÂ
âI said what I had toââÂ
âYou didnât have to say all that, Princess,â his voice grows soft, âyou know you didnât,â and heâs drawing closer across his living room.Â
âHe was upsetting you,â you murmur, eyes unable to find his again, falling instead to his plush carpet laid against his hardwood, âI couldnât stand by and let him â I know it hurt when he brought up SuguruââÂ
âSuguru?â he repeats, and your eyes find his, finally, and you find his brow furrowed, âis that what you think I was thanking you for?âÂ
âWhat else would youââ and heâs stepping even closer, your breath stuck in your throat as his fingertips graze your cheek again, âSatoruââÂ
âDid I mention how beautiful you looked tonight?â he murmurs, a soft chuckle in his voice, âyou always look beautiful, but tonight in particular, I couldnât take my eyes off you,âÂ
âYou donât have toââÂ
âThatâs just it, I donât have to,â his palm slides against your cheek, âI want to â I want to when itâs you,âÂ
âBut, i canât do this, not like this,â tears burn at the corners of your eyes, water threatening to spill out of a too full glass that had been full for far too long, ânot when it will give meââ you cut yourself off before you cut your own heart out, but heâs only forcing the scalpel back into your hand.Â
âGive you what?âÂ
And you canât turn back now â youâd turned from this road far too many times, sprinted in the opposite direction only to end up here again â you needed to do this, even if it lead to a dead end cliff, âGive me the wrong idea,â and youâre turning away, but his hand catches you by the wrist, âstop, IââÂ
âItâs not the wrong idea,â and you stop.Â
No, it was. It was, right?Â
âSatoruââ and his fingers find your own, as he steps closer, âplease, donâtââÂ
âIf you want me to really stop and forget about this, I will,â he murmurs, âIâll turn around and open the door and let you go home right now, sweetheart. I wonât bring this up again,â but you donât move away, you donât say anything, so he continues, âbut if you donât want that, and you want the same thing I doââÂ
âAnd what is it that you want?â And you hear his soft chuckle, his cheek brushing against you, as his fingers tuck your hair behind your ear.Â
âI thought that was obvious, but I guess Iâll have to spell it out for you,â he squeezes your hand, as he guides your face to look back at him, his lips curled in a small smile, âI want you,âÂ
Your breath is shaky, no, no â he doesnât mean that, âNo you donât,âÂ
He tilts his head, âYou donât think I donât know what I want?âÂ
âSatoru, I donât want to be a substitute for othersââÂ
And his hands are sliding around your middle, pulling you closer, âYou think I could ever think of you as a second choice?âÂ
âButââ and every doubt from when you were younger wells up, every fear of not being enough â but they are erased away, crumbled into dust, by the way he looks at you â entire multitudes of skies all made to look at you.Â
âYou keep finding reasons not to do this,â and his fingers skim your cheek, before resting under your chin, âbut have you tried finding a reason why we should?âÂ
âSatoruââ you canât help but lean into his touch â god, he was a temptation personified â everything you ever wanted, even when you tried not to want it. These feelings were never fake â so why not give in? Just this once. Your fingers slide against his cheek, and you can feel his skin burn under your touch, âdo you have any idea what you do to me?â
âNo, sweetheart,â he leans in even closer, your breaths becoming one, âbut Iâd love to find out,âÂ
His lips brush yours â itâs chaste, hesitant, testing the waters â he tastes like sugar, and you almost laugh â he tastes like the frosting from the wedding cake that he had swiped a slice of on the way out that he finished before you two had reached his car. His eyes flutter open for half a second, before your lips are crashing to his this time â a new record for addiction? A second maybe and you were too far gone.Â
His hands cup your cheeks, one sliding to the back of your neck, as the other slides down to your waist to pull you ever closer.Â
âDid you find it out?â You murmur between kisses, lips meeting and parting if only to allow you both a breath. And his snowy eyelashes flutter, as his lips quirk upwards.Â
âThink I need another,â and his lips swallow any coherent thoughts you have, his hands slipping down your sides, lips parting again, âanother,â he murmurs, a kiss, âanother,âÂ
âHow many do you need?â you ask breathlessly, a chuckle caught in your throat, and his lips press desperate kisses along your jaw, a smirk against your skin.Â
âIs infinity an answer?â And you laugh, âhave to take responsibility â Iâm addicted to you,âÂ
âAnd if Iâm addicted?â His hands squeeze your hips, drawing a gasp from your lips.Â
âIâd be more than happy to take responsibility for you, Princess â always have,âÂ
Your heart beats against the bars of its cage, threatening to burst out â but you couldnât â not without knowing, âAnd if you break my heart?â
âI wonât ever break your heart,â he leans down to press butterfly kisses to your cheek, âbut even if I do, Iâll put it back together,âÂ
âPromise?â You murmur, and his lips meet yours again, and again, as heâs leading you towards his bedroom, his fingers running through your hair.
And the door to his bedroom swings shut, âPromise.â Â
âHow long are you going to tease me?â youâre grumbling, cheeks hot and eyes averted, the back of your hand pressed against your lips, as Satoru presses needy kisses along your neckline of your dress.Â
He looks up at you through his snowy lashes, and you donât know if you want to slap the smile off his lips or kiss it off, âYouâve been teasing me for years, you canât give me this time, sweetheart?â His teeth graze the juncture of your neck and shoulder, âplus, do yâknow how fun it is to watch you squirm?âÂ
Slap. Itâs definitely a slap.Â
âYouâre insufferable,â and he smirks when your breath catches when his lips ghost over the swell of your chest.Â
âYet youâre the one who's under meââ and you try to get up only for him to pin you back down, a pout on his lips, âalright, alright, canât blame me for wanting to see you squirm, Princess, how many chances will I get?âÂ
âOnly this one if you keep this up,â and heâs finding your lips in a languid kiss, an apology with no words, a smile filled with affection that only made it hard for you to feign annoyance.Â
âThen I better make this count,â heâs gently helping you up, turning you around to undo your corset strings â but you wonder if heâs undoing it or tangling it, âwhy did we choose a dress with such a complicated back?â Itâs his turn to grumble and it only draws a giggle from you.Â
âSurprised you havenât hollow purpleâd it by now,âÂ
âTrust me if you werenât in it, I would have,â he sighs, as the fabric begins to loosen up, slipping off your shoulders.Â
âAnd here I thought you were good at everything,â you chuckle as he helps you shimmy out of the dress, the fabric falling away from you in a small pool around your ankles. Pools of blue rake over your exposed body, raising goosebumps in its wake, as your arms reflexively try to cover yourself, but his hands find your own, easing them away.Â
âIâm good at what counts, Princess,â he kisses your wrist, pulse jumping under his touch, nose brushing against it, he hovers over you, as he undoes his tie, fingers tugging at the knot, as he undoes the top button of his shirt, âand Iâll show you.âÂ
~~~~
Satoru had dreamed of this â of you and him. He knew when he realized it â although it was too late when he did. Maybe it was the night before you left â the night after graduation â before you left â you had fallen asleep watching the movie you had put on. Your lips parted and mouth ajar, your eyes fluttered shut, and you were out. He had leaned over to grab his phone to snap a picture to tease you with later, only for your fingers to grab onto him, your head on his shoulder, a quiet murmur of his name.Â
âSatoru,â â not Gojo, as you had always called him. And he knew he wanted to hear you say it again and again. His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair away, his head leaning against yours.
Suguru was everything to him for a time â he had come to Satoru at a time where he thought no one else would ever be able to understand him. No one else would be able to reach him â because how does a person reach for a god? But here you were â and the way your head rested on his shoulder and your lips said his name made him want nothing more than you by his side.Â
And when you left â you didnât reply to his messages, you disappeared, just like everyone else did in his life. He was always left alone in the end â maybe it was his fate.Â
But then you came back â came back almost right after Suguru left for good. And that part of his heart that was meant for you began to thrive again and again â as he spent more time with you.Â
And god, when his clan started to pressure him to find someone to marry â he wrote them off as he always did. He thought he could ride out the ridiculous proposals and dates they had arranged for him â but as he thought more about who he wanted to spend his time with, who he wanted to see after a tiring mission, and who he couldnât imagine being without â-Â
And he realized it was you.Â
âSatoru, donât tease me,â you pouted, teeth bearing down on your bottom lip, legs spread for him, his eyes flirting between your all too cute expression and the growing wet patch on your panties, âfuck, pleaseââÂ
âGonna have to tell me what you want, sweetheart,â he presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh, his arm hooked under your knee, your foot pressed against his back, âwhere do you want me?âÂ
âYou fuck-erââ the last syllable is a gasp as he kisses your sensitive clit through your soaked underwear, âToruââ a whine leaves your throat.Â
Fuck, youâre so cute, his fingers toy with the elastic of your panties â and all of this was worth it, worth it to see if these feelings were what he thought they were, worth it to make you smile, and worth to end up with you.Â
âHow can I refuse you when you say my name like that?â heâs tugging your underwear away, exposing your sipping cunt to a rush of air and his warm breath, âall this fâme, baby?â You mumble something he canât quite make out, âwhat was that?âÂ
Your glassy eyes look up at him, blown wide with lust, âOnly fâyou, Satoru,â fuck, his dick twitches â he could bust just looking at you.Â
âFuck, baby,â he murmurs, âgânna make me cum just with your words,â but he diverts his attention to your needy cunt, his long fingers graze over your pussy, collecting the precum on his fingertips, before he pinches your clit.Â
âToru,â you squirm, as he grins down at you, all too pleased.Â
âImagine if the elders could see you like this â spread out for me like a good little wife,â heâs leaning down to kiss your fluttering folds, leaning back for you to see the shiny pre that clings to his lips that his pink tongue darts out to clean off, âsweetest thing Iâve tasted,âÂ
âPlease, Toru, fuckââ and finally his finger is circling your hole, before sinking in knuckle deep â fuck, you were fucking tight â he could melt from your warmth, pulling him in like a siren to a drunken sailor, âoh my god,âÂ
âYou donât have to call me âgod,â princess,â and he earns a glare from you that fades into an open mouthed moan as he begins to pump his finger in and out, âso good for me,â and heâs adding another finger, the wet squelch of your cunt growing louder, as he reaches a hand down to graze against his erection if only for a little relief.Â
He wishes he could memorize the way you looked right now â perfect little lips parted for him, his name and soft pants the only sounds you could manage to make, your back arching into his touch, and the way you moaned when his lips found their way around your clit.Â
His tongue circles your clit at first before his lips suck at the hard pearl, fingers parting your dripping folds, finally finding that spot that had your walls giving that telltale spasm, âToru, Iâm closeâgânna cumââ you whimper, his fingers pistoning in and out of your cunt as he sucks hard at your clit, and you cum, hard, around his fingers, drenching his face and finger alike, as he fucks you through your orgasm.Â
Youâre beautiful â lips parted and chest heaving, as you moan his name again, âgood girl,â heâs murmuring, as your eyes flutter open, to watch him lick his lips and fingers clean, âmight get addicted to how you taste, sweetheart,âÂ
And youâre boneless, but still youâre still reaching for him, pulling him into a languid kiss, his cock twitching as he shifts himself over you, hands pressed into the mattress, his clothed cock rubbing against your drenched folds.Â
âWanna make you feel good,â you mumble against his lips, and heâs pulling back an inch â but unknowingly, heâs given you a mile, as you flip him onto his back.Â
Youâre a vision â your perked up nipples visible through your bra, halfway slipping off your shoulders as it is, hair a lovely mess, and pretty lips kiss ruined.Â
âMy turn,â and your lips burn a trail down his jaw, along the curve of his neck and the cut of his collarbone. You take your time, if only to pay him back in full for all the teasing he did, âdidnât know you taste so sweet, Toru,â your tongue drags up his chest, âmust be all the sugar you eat,âÂ
And your lips smile against his abs at the sharp gasp he fails to stifle, âIâll have you know Iâm very sweetââ and your fingers graze over his clothed erection â his hips buck up into your touch, âIâm known for it,â he hisses, as a giggle escapes your lips.Â
âUh-huh, Iâm sure almost everyone would care to disagree,â the tip of his cock strains against the fabric, the dark wet patch growing larger the more your thumb beared down on it, âbut I wouldnât be one of them,â and youâre dragging the fabric down his hips, freeing his cock, your eyes nearly hypnotized by the slight of it, thick beads of precum dripping from the slit, before your gaze finds his again, softening, âbecause I know how much you do for others â and how much youâve lost because of it,â you kiss his inner thigh softly, nose brushing against the skin.Â
âAs long I donât lose you,â he says softly, âI think Iâll be okay,âÂ
And your fingers find their way around the base of his cock, drawing a ragged gasp from his lips, before you lean down and flick your tongue against his leaking tip, âIâm not going anywhere, Toru.âÂ
Your tongue drags a thick stripe up his cock, before beginning to trace along one of his veins, your fingers slipping up to use his pre to rub up and down his length. Your thumb teases his slit, and a hiss leaves his lips, a smirk against his dick.Â
âFuck, sweetheart, you know exactly what youâre doing to me,â his cheeks burn, dusted with pink surely â as he watches you lick the precum that dripped down your fingers onto your wrist, âknew that mouth would be sâfucking goodââÂ
âTurns out you donât shut up even in bed,â and that earns you a cheeky grin that parts into an âoâ as his dick sinks into your mouth. He swears he was closer to death than he was when Toji nearly killed him â not that heâd like to remember that man in this moment â but youâd surely be the death of him, and you would be â if he had to spend another second without you in his life.Â
Fuck, he looks down at you, eyes half shut, his white knuckled fingers gripping the sheets â youâre gorgeous as you swallow him whole â sucking and licking, nose brushing against his pubes as your eyes water, as you bob along his length from tip to base and back again.Â
âSâgood for me, so pretty, fuckââ he groans, when his tip brushes against your throat, his fingers finding your scalp to try and ease you off, Iâm sâclose princess, gânna cumââ But your hands only slide to his ass to hold yourself against him, as his dick twitches in your mouth, and your fingers drift to his sack while your tongue flicks along his slit and heâs done. Heâs cumming down your throat, hot release painting your mouth.
Heâs watching you with half lidded eyes pull away from himâ a string of cum and spit strung between your lips and his dick, before beginning to drip from the corner of your mouth. And fuck, itâs enough to make him hard all over again. You lean over him, wiping the release from your lips, as you kiss up his body.Â
âNow whoâs good at everything?â and he huffs out a chuckle.Â
âI stand corrected â actually, donât think Iâll be standing for a while after that butââ and heâs finding your lips in a kiss, tasting himself you, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, as your fingers find his erection again, stroking it, before heâs flipped you onto your back. He runs a hand through his snowy locks, a smile on his lips, âdonât think youâll be doing much standing after this either,âÂ
âSo full of yourself,â you roll your eyes.Â
âThatâs what youâre going to be full of in a secondââÂ
âOh my godââ and your laugh dies on your lips as he starts to tease your entrance with the head of his cock, âToru,â you whine, as he watches your needy cunt flutter around nothing as he drags his length up and down your dripping hole, watching your releases mix, âpleaseââÂ
âSo polite,â he hums, as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, ânow how can I refuse that?â and he begins to sink his length into your cunt, warm walls nearly pulling his cock in deeper, as he groans your name, âsâperfect, sâgood for me, princess, made for me,â and inch by inch, until heâs finally bottoming out.Â
âToru, ngh, sâbigââ you gasp, lips parted in a silent moan, as you pull him even closer, face buried in the crook of his neck, but his fingers tugging your hair to show your face.Â
âLet me see you,â he murmurs, as his lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss as he continues to thrust into you â his hips meeting yours, the wet squelch and skin slapping echoing in his ears. A gasp parting your lips as you pull apart, your head thrown back in a moan as your walls flutter around him as his tip breaches that one spot inside you.Â
âHaa, Iâm close, Toru,â you groan, and heâs nodding, his fingers reaching between your bodies to find your clit.Â
âCum for me, pretty girl,â and you do â cumming hard, as he notches himself deep inside you, before spilling inside you, his hot release deep in your pussy. Heâs moaning your name, as your bodies slow and his fingers cup your cheek gently, and his lips find yours.Â
He slowly rolls off of you, your warmth leaving him for a moment, before heâs pulling you close again, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.Â
âIs this a dream?â you mumble, eyes fluttering shut, and a small chuckle leaves his lips, legs entangled.Â
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, âIf it is, I hope I never wake up, Princess.âÂ
Your body aches â thatâs your first thought as you stir into consciousness. Fuck, why does you feel so sore? Your eyes try to flutter open, but the sunlight blinds you â a soft groan leaves your lips. You shift, as you stretch, your back aching and muscles tight, but then someone moves behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist.Â
Your eyes shoot open, as your head slowly turns to find looking at Satoru. A gasp is caught in your lips.Â
Fuck, it was real. Â
You slowly turn to face him, his soft breaths leaving his pink lips â god heâs so gorgeous. His pretty white eyelashes resting against his skin, lips parted ever so slightly, and his snowy hair askew and mussed. Your fingers ghost over his cheek lightly â how many people have seen him asleep like this? How many had seen him with his guard down? You knew he didnât sleep nearly enough, you were surprised he was still asleep â but, your cheeks burned, you both did spend half the night awake.Â
But there were more pressing things to think about â what did this mean? You chew on your bottom lip, he had said he wanted you â but what did he want? Just last night? Or something more.Â
âI canât sleep with your thoughts grinding so much,â he mumbles, heat rushing to your cheeks, heâs burying his face in the crook of your neck, âwhy are you awake so early?â His nose brushes against your neck, his lips pressing softly against your pulse.Â
âI just woke up,â you murmur, a small shiver running up your spine, as you relax into his touch, your fingers running through his soft locks, âdid all my thinking wake you?âÂ
âYes, and youâll have to compensate me,â and you snort.Â
âYouâre rich, like old money rich,â heâs pressing sweet kisses to your skin, heat climbing up your body.Â
âMoney isnât what I want,â he nuzzles you, nose brushing against the skin of your neck, âwonder what other ways you can repay me,âÂ
You chuckle, humming at his touch â god even the simplest of touches has your logic up in ash, âIâm sure you can figure out some other methods of payment,âÂ
And his lips find yours again â itâs a lazy morning kiss, soft and slow, but not bereft of any of the passion from the night before. His fingers slide down your body, as he pulls you impossibly closer.Â
âMy preferred method of payment wouldnât have us leaving this room until tomorrow morning,â his lips curl in a smirk, âbut Iâll collect my charge tonight â how about I make us breakfast?âÂ
âYou can make breakfast?â You raise an eyebrow.Â
âI know how to scramble an egg,â he shrugs, and you snort only for him to pout, and you smile, your fingers brushing against his cheek, before your thumb runs down his lips.Â
âHow about we make breakfast together?âÂ
âWas that really your first time making tamagoyaki?â you raise an eyebrow, as you pick up a piece of the rolled omelet between your chopsticks.
âPromise,â and you bite it â it was perfect â the texture, the taste, the seasoning. And you stare at him, an eyebrow raised.Â
âEither youâre lying or you really are good at everything,â you mutter, and he grins, as he takes a bite of his food â a sweeter tamagoyaki he had made for himself, far too smug for his own good.Â
âI think I proved that last night, Princess,â and you nearly choke on your food. And you chew thoughtfully â you two hadnât even breached what last night meant yet. You had simply been dancing around it, or at least you had. You didnât want to be the one to bring it up â or rather, you picked up another piece of tamagoyaki up, you didnât know how to, âwhatâs going on in that head of yours?âÂ
And your eyes snap up, âWhat do you mean?âÂ
He tilts his head, âYouâre not hard to read â you keep thinking about something,â and his lips curl, âlast night?â Your hesitation gives you away â and he only smiles wider, âshould I refresh your memory?â And your cheeks are burning, and he chuckles, âcome on, sweetheart, letâs just talk,âÂ
You bite your lip â you needed to do this, you couldnât run away from how you felt, not again â your fingers fidgeting with your chopsticks, before you place them down on your bowl, âWhat did last night mean?âÂ
And his lips curl, but this smile he has is softer, âWhat do you think sweetheart? Do you think Iâm really theââ And his phone rings, and he picks up his phone, eyes flickering to the caller, and you wave him off, âyou can take the call,â
He sighs, âOne second,â he gets up to speak, and he hangs up a few minutes later, âtext me a location,âÂ
âWho was that?â And heâs shaking his head, a sigh on his lips, his hand on the back of his neck.Â
âThe ever breathing and ever irritating geezers want me to meet them to speak about something involving the clan,â he meets your gaze, a flicker of an emotion in his eyes â a drop of water that disappears into the sea as quickly as it formed, âand itâs a good opportunity for me to discuss something I have been wanting to speak with them about,âÂ
âSomething?â and his lips quirk in a small smile.Â
âIâll be back soon enough to explain, sweetheart,â he walks over to you, âwill you wait here for me? Think Iâll be able to come back faster if I know youâre here waiting for me,âÂ
And you canât help the small flutter your treacherous heart gives, âThe great Satoru Gojo will rush for me?âÂ
âOh, he would rush day and night if it meant he could come home to you,â and his fingers find your cheek, drawn like a magnet â why was it you could never look away from him? Even in a crowd, your eyes always found his gaze.Â
And youâd go to him â like a moth to a flame, âI think Iâd prefer just Satoru,â you lean into his touch, your hand over his, âI do owe him after all,âÂ
âYou do,â he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, before heâs pulling away, a smile on his lips, âconsider that a deposit.âÂ
You didnât know what to do with yourself.Â
Alone in Satoruâs place â you didnât know what to do with yourself. He had left right after breakfast, and he told you where the TV was, books, and told you could order anything or use anything you needed. But, this place was so him â each place you went, there was just another reminder of him that seemed trail after you, but at the same time, without him, it was like a shell of a place â no soul present.Â
And you supposed the soul wasnât present.Â
You ended up back in the bedroom, crawling back under the covers. Fuck, they even smelled of him â you squeezed your eyes shut.
You really didnât know what you were doing â did you?Â
You laid on your back. What were you supposed to make of what happened last night and this morning for that matter? Was this real now? A real relationship with Satoru â you turned over on your stomach, pulling the covers over your head â you could barely imagine it.Â
And your phone goes off, as you reach for it blindly on the nightstand. But it wasnât the white haired sorcerer you hoped it was â your eyebrows knit together â at least you didnât think it was. A text from a number you donât recognize â and a picture to top it off from the preview.Â
You nearly deleted it â only to spot a familiar mop of white in the picture.Â
Your blood runs cold at the sight. Satoru? He was at a restaurant with â a woman? You didnât recognize her, but his hand held hers, picture taken mid laugh. Your cheeks burn â no, no â there had to be an explanation.Â
A text now â Want to see what your boyfriend does in his spare time? Is he done using you now?Â
Thereâs only one person whoâd text like that.Â
Naoya, how fuck did you even get this picture? You stare at the photo â have you fallen so far in your clan that you have the time to stalk Satoru now?Â
He replied, itâs not my fault that they are dining in a Zenin owned business.Â
Another picture â Satoru and her were hugging, his arm around her waist, far too close to be friendly.Â
You donât think â you call him. It rings and rings, but no answer â the cut to voicemail makes your heart sink.Â
Another text â even if you donât believe me, do you think this will be the last of your problems? When youâre Satoru Gojo, anyone close to you will have a target on their back â if only to use your blood to paint one on his head.Â
You knew you couldnât trust this. You knew there was an explanation. You knew Satoru wouldnât do this to you.Â
But even still, you wished you could tell your heart that.Â
âWhat is this?â Satoru was led to a table at the restaurant the old geezers had chosen â but there were no wrinkly old cranks in sight. Instead, there was a woman.Â
âAre you Satoru Gojo?â And he raises an eyebrow, hands sliding into his pockets.Â
âThe one and only, now I donât suppose the old fools of the Gojo clan turned into a woman â so who are you?â She swirls the glass in her hand, before downing the liquid in one go.Â
âFigures they had to lie to get you here â seems like weâve been set up,â she gestures to the chair in front of her, âIâm Airi,â and he takes a reluctant seat, âI was told this was a meeting for us to meet for a potential engagement,â and he scoffs, he should have figured it was something like this, âbut judging by the look on your face, you didnât know that,âÂ
âI was expecting to meetÂ
I suppose weâre on the same page,âÂ
He tilts his head, âReally?âÂ
âGojo, you may be a catch, but to me, youâre nothing more than a potential knife to my neck,â she places her glass down, leaning back in her chair, âand plus, I have someone Iâm interested in,â and her eyes slide down, âand judging by the bite mark on your neck, you do too,âÂ
He pays it no mind, a laugh leaving his lips at the thought of you waiting for him at his apartment, âI do,â and he sighs, pushing his chair out, before getting to his feet. âand I have to get back to her,âÂ
She follows suit pushing out her own chair, rising, a waiter walking by, and she trips. Itâs a reflex, he catches her by the wrist and by the waist, steadying her.Â
âSorry,â she pulls away immediately, looking back for the waiter, before biting her tongue, âfucking waiter tripped me,â the two of them glance around, but see no one, âIâll have to talk to my grandfatherâs advisors about this. No one trips the granddaughter of Naobito Zenin,â she mutters, and Satoruâs eyes snap to her.Â
âYouâre a Zenin?â And it clicks, the wedding, âwho arranged this meeting?âÂ
She tilts her head, âMy father, but he heard about this from my cousin, NaoyaââÂ
He checks his phone â and he sees a missed call from you.Â
Fuck. It was a set-up â in both ways.Â
âI have to go,â and he can only hope you wouldnât do the same to him when he came back.Â
Satoru calls you, but you donât pick up. You canât bring yourself to stare back at the photo he had set as his contact photo â the picture Yuta had taken of him clutching at his phone with your picture on his screen.Â
You needed to talk to him in person.Â
And itâs not long before heâs back home â practically teleporting at your feet.Â
You swear, stumbling and he grabs you, tugging you close, âGot you,â he smiles, tugging off his blindfold for you to see his eyes â the startling blue that you still couldnât navigate without drowning in its depths, âdoes that mean I can keep you?â and you want to pull away, you want to run, but you canât help but melt into his touch, your fingers gently clutching at the front of his shirt.Â
âThat depends on whether Iâm the only person youâve said that to,â and you look up at him, his brow furrowed, âand held like this,âÂ
âThe meeting today, it was supposed to be with the elders â I was going to discuss our relationship again butââ you show him the pictures on your phone, and his brow knit together, âhow did youââ and he doesnât finish his sentence before he realizes, âit was a set-up,âÂ
âI know,â and relief washes over features for a moment, but your eyes canât meet his, your lips a thin line.Â
And he glances at the photo again, seeing the one where heâs holding Airi, âShe tripped, sweetheart, trust meââ his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing the length of your cheek, âI donât want to hold anyone but you,âÂ
âI know Naoya and the Gojo clan probably set this up,â you whisper, leaning into his touch, âbutââ you pull away from him, every step away from him a fissure in the foundation of this bridge built, âI donât think I can do this anymore,âÂ
And heâs blinking, âWhy?âÂ
âIâm not good enough,â youâre shaking your head, stepping back as he steps forward, âI hurt you by leaving, and I was this close to doing it againââÂ
âBut you didnâtââÂ
âAnd your clan doesnât want us together, and I donât know, I feel even if weâre together,â the words that leave your lips break your heart and his, weâll only hurt each other in the end,âÂ
âWhy do you always push me away when we get close?âÂ
âNo I donâtââÂ
âYou donât think the sorcerer thatâs an expert at pushing others away â wouldnât know if heâs getting pushed away?âÂ
âThis isnât working out,â you cut him off, as the slice cuts through thin air â but itâs not your head that goes rolling â itâs his heart, âwe should stop â I think your clan has been convinced,â
Heâs silent for a moment, before he replies, âwell, I havenât been convinced,âÂ
You scoff, his hands by his side, as his quiet footsteps approach you, âconvinced of what?âÂ
âConvinced that,â he stops in front of you, âyou donât feel the same way I do,â Your breath catches, as his fingers find your cheek, âall these years, sweetheart, and you didnât know?âÂ
âBut,â you canât process this, it doesnât make sense, âbut SuguruââÂ
âWas important to me yes,â he murmurs, âbut itâs been years, and it doesnât mean I canât have deep feelings for someone else â especially when Iâve had them for over a decade,âÂ
âYouââ was this real? As he stood before you, in his living room low lights, sunlight streaming in from his windows, âwhat?âÂ
He laughs, âDidnât know it was possible to render you speechless, sweetheart â guess thereâs a first time for everything,â he steps over your missteps with the same ease he does everything, âI really do have to spell everything out for you, donât I?â The back of his fingers ghost over your cheek, âIâm in love with youââÂ
âNo,â youâre shaking your head, and his face falls, âSatoru, we canâtââÂ
âButââÂ
âYour clan doesnât approve of me, they wonât stop trying to break us up, and I could put you in danger,â you murmur, âthey could use me against you â just like Suguru did,â you couldnât bear the thought of that, âand is that worth it? Worth it for something that may not be real?â You ask the question youâre afraid of asking him â of asking yourself â âwas it ever real?âÂ
And heâs still trying to reach for you, despite it all â he knows itâs dangerous to be around him, he knows anyone close to him is in danger â and thatâs why he was okay when you left. If only youâd be safe â but he knew that if he always played it safe, he would never be happy, âItâs real to me,âÂ
âItâs not to me,â you turn towards the door, âIâm sorry.âÂ
And this time he doesnât stop you.Â
Itâs for the best.Â
Thatâs what you tell yourself. The same thing you say when youâre leaving his place. The same thing you say the next morning you wake up with only a pain in your chest and a dull ache in your head. The same thing when you accept a long mission overseas.Â
It was for the best.Â
Then why â then why did you think of him? Each and every day, every minute, every second. But it was for the best. He was safer without you, it was easier without you, it was better â better and yet each day seemed to drag when you couldnât talk to him. And your notes were filled with unsent texts to him â and your mind was filled with nothing but memories.Â
And you couldnât touch memories nor could you talk to them.Â
Several months later, youâre sitting in a plane, watching the animation of the plane fly back towards Tokyo. You had been checking in with Yaga several times a month, but you hadnât heard a thing from Satoru.Â
Or rather, Gojo. Not that you expected to â not after what you did.Â
And soon enough, youâre arriving home â heading inside your home to find a bunch of your mail had fallen out of your mailbox, knocked out of the rickety box from the storm the night before. You pick up the drenched mail between two fingers that was stuck to the sides of your walls, as you fumble with your keys to open the door. Your suitcase and mail fall to the fall as you close the door behind you, sighing.Â
Fuck. You were home.Â
You dragged your suitcase inside, picking up the mail off the floor. You collapsed on your couch, tossing the wet envelopes onto the table â when a name catches your eye.Â
Gojo?Â
You pick up an envelope â the frilly envelope doing nothing to protect the contents inside â you barely can make out any of the text, except the faint inked kanji of his name.Â
You gingerly open the envelope, peeling out the insides â and your heart drops.Â
Is this an invitation? The faint text was blurred and smudged from the rain â the contents all but faded and you could only make out three things â ââmarriage,â todayâs date, and bits and pieces of what you thought was an address.Â
Satoru wasâŠgetting married?Â
It felt like logic had fled your mind and panic took its place â as you looked up the parts of the address that you were able to decipher. And you found it â it was a popular venue not far from here.Â
You didnât think â you grabbed your keys and drove.Â
You couldnât let him get married, no, no â you had made a mistake when you left. You thought he was better off, you thought it was for the best â but it wasnât. It couldnât be when your chest hurt like this â felt as if your heart was splitting in two with a sword stuck between your ribs. It couldnât be because you pushed him away because you were scared â scared of getting hurt again, scared of hurting him, scared of being with the only person you ever had loved.Â
Basically, you pulled up to the venue, you were an idiot.Â
You hadnât changed, you hadnât showered off your who knows how long of a flight, and now you were on the steps of a wedding venue that Satoru was getting married at. You froze before the doors.Â
You couldnât do this. He didnât deserve to have his day ruined by you â not when you had ruined enough. If he had found someone else to spend his life with â whether it was arranged or not, he deserved to be happy.Â
Even if it wasnât with you.Â
So you step down â walking off a distance to watch when the couple emerged â which judging by how dark it was and how staff were already almost done setting up â would be any minute now.Â
So you wait.Â
And finally when the doors swing open, you steel yourself â knowing it would do nothing, nothing to shield you from the pain of seeingâand your eyes find the groom.Â
That wasnât Satoru.Â
He certainly had the white hair, but he did not have his blue eyes â he had a lovely bride regardless, who looked at him the way you had always looked at Satoru. Was that the look you had hidden away for so many years? And why were you still hiding?Â
And your eyes find Satoru almost instantly â as fast as his eyes find you seemingly, as your name escapes his lips â as he parts through the crowd to your side. Heâs wearing the other suit he had tried on â the white suit that had been your second favorite â his white locks parted and combed to the side, but still impossibly unkempt as they always were.Â
âYou got my invitation?â you blink, tilting your head.Â
âBut youâwhat?â and his brow furrows.Â
âDonât tell me you lost your ability to read and speak while overseas, princess,â and a small chuckle escapes your lips as you shake your head, wringing your hands.Â
âSatoru, the invitation was wet because of the rain, I thoughtââ your voice wavers, glancing away as your cheeks burn, âI thought you were getting married.âÂ
He raises an eyebrow, lips curling, âAnd you were about to burst in and object?âÂ
You roll your eyes, but even so you canât meet his gaze, âSatoruââÂ
His smile only grows wider, âWhat were you going to say? A passionate speech about how youâre stillââ And youâre tugging him close by the collar, and his breath catches, your name leaving his lips.Â
âIâm in love with you, Satoru,â your voice is steady as you speak, your hand sliding to his cheek, âI always have been â I was just afraid to admit it, I didnât want to hurt you â whether it was by my own hand or not,â and his brow furrows, but you continue, âbut Iâm not scared anymore â because it hurts more to be nothing than something with youââÂ
And his lips find yours. Itâs everything you want â because it's him, heâs everything youâd ever wanted, and everything youâd ever want. You want the way his arm slides around your waist to pull you closer, you want the way his hand cups your cheek, you want the way his lips smile against yours, and youâd want his past, present, and future. And youâd do anything to keep it.Â
âPromise youâll never leave like that again?â he murmurs, his arm tightening around your waist as he says the words, his forehead pressed against yours, âI already have abandonment issues,â and you chuckle, your fingers finding his cheek.Â
âI promise,â you murmur, âIâm sorry I left â both times I left, and there wonât ever be a third,âÂ
And he smiles, âYou proposing to me, sweetheart? Iâm not one to rush into things, gotta take me out on a proper date first,âÂ
âHow about tonight?â you find his lips again, the taste of sugar on his lips â undoubtedly from indulging in a slice or several of wedding cake.Â
âSo soon?â he hums,and his gaze softens, as he presses a kiss to your forehead, âsomeoneâs eager,â and your fingers intertwine with his, squeezing his, as you would a million times more,
âWell, you donât know until you try.âÂ
⧠a/n: ahhh another celebration fic done!! this one was lowkey a struggle towards the end so i hope this turned out okay. it's beyond me understanding if it did or not lmao. i hope you guys enjoy ahhh -- gotta probably put up a poll to decide the next celebration fic this weekend :) (it's only because i'm horribly indecisive).
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Freak On The Cam! - C.K.
Synopsis. Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lilâ camgĂrl - from behind the screen. Who knew heâd love being on-screen with you even more?
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, camgĂrl! reader, spĂtting, Choso has rings and piercings, first times + loss of vĂrginity (Chosoâs), oral (fem receiving), exhĂbitionism, DOWN BAD Choso, cĂșmplay, use of âmaâamâ, Sukuna is a menace, vĂbrators, light jealousy (Chosoâs), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 6.5k
A/N. Meant to post this last week but hehe here we are. Also Iâve GOT to stop using Unc-kuna so much lmao.
âWanna see a movie or do you wanna make one?â
Choso was screwed. Completely and utterly screwed. So badly, in fact, that he might as well just wipe off every trace of himself online and go into hiding - preferably forever.
All because he had been so stupidly careless as to leave his phone unattended for exactly 1 minute and 47 seconds around Sukuna.Â
In the time it took Choso to raid the kitchen for his favorite brand of cereal, his uncle had managed to open his Twitter (because âthatâs where all the juicy stuff isâ), stalk your pretty page at the very top of his last searched, and send a god-awful pick-up line that would probably get him blocked. Or worse.
Damnit, he knew he shouldnât have made his password Yujiâs birthday.
âYa should be thankful I didnât DM her myself, brat.â Sukuna chuckles, not even a shred of regret in his tone, way too amused with how Choso was frantically trying to tackle the phone out of his hands. âWhatâs the harm in asking? Such a pretty camgirl, nâ you look like you need some good pu-â
âSheâs also my classmate.â
âKinky. Even better.âÂ
No, not âeven betterâ. God, this must be some kind of cosmic joke, and Choso just wished the Earth would swallow him up whole right now - and maybe his phone along with it too.Â
It had taken him almost a whole semester to work up the courage to just sit next to you during your shared lecture. All gorgeous with your bright smiles, and your smart mouth. And Choso was very much content to admire you from afar - and from behind his phone screen, of course.
Never following, never liking. Never tipping you off as one of your hundreds of thousands of fans.
And now, not only had Sukuna revealed that heâd found your secret Twitter account - the one with those sinful little clips of yourself that had Choso opening the app way too much - heâd also propositioned you. Like some creep. Â
âUgh. This is why women hate you.â Still desperately grappling, he spits out more to himself than Sukuna at this point. âB-besides, sheâs never even gonna respond any-â
Ping!
And the Itadori household had never been quieter. Never, on a random Saturday during spring break. Never, as the two men crowd the phone, jaws dropped and staring wordlessly at the singular message on screen. You.Â
âLetâs make one ;)â
---
âSo sânot a stream this time, jusâ a video. Is that okay?â You hum from your desk, glancing at the man seated on your bed as he hastily nods along with whatever you said. Looking like heâd rather be anywhere but here.Â
Weird.Â
It had only been a few days of back and forth since youâd gotten that first text - the one that youâd honestly thought about blocking like the thousands of others. But there was just something about it that made you stop, something that had you clicking on the profile to delve a little deeper.
It hit you like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact - that this was someone in your class. Someone you knew. How the hell did he even find this account?Â
You knew Choso as that sweet - albeit slightly gloomy - kid that sat next to you, always quick with his answers and even quicker to look away from your gaze, no matter how hard you tried to spark a conversation. Youâd just guessed he was afraid of you or something.
So nothing couldâve prepared you for how ridiculously attractive he looked in that profile picture, all smug grins and dark locks falling effortlessly around his slightly smudged eyeliner. Shirtless, giving just a peak of- oh god, were those nipple piercings? Â
Could you really be blamed? You just had to have him.
But, here - it was like he was just itching to run away at the first chance he got.Â
âYouâre not held at gunpoint, yâknow.â you giggle at how he startles at the mere sound of your voice. The mattress dips as you stop fiddling with the camera to sit next to him, thighs flush against his muscled ones. âAre you sure you want-â
âYes.âÂ
It seems that both of you were surprised by the abrupt response. Too quick. Choso clears his throat, cheeks flaring as he tries to dredge up some semblance of dignity, he drawls lightly. âI mean- Yes.â
You study him for a moment under the dim lighting, noting the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap, the way his chest rises and falls rapidly as he struggles to control his breathing. He was nervous. Nervous and horny - nothing quite like the suave impression his pick-up line gave off.Â
But so irresistible just the same.
âWellâŠCho.â you bat your lashes, voice dropping to a seductive whisper - not too heavy, for now at least. âThen why wonât you even look at me?â
Alas, Choso was not a strong man.Â
Maybe at your words, maybe at that playful little nickname you gave him, heâs finally raising those dark eyes to look at you. Twinkling with- fear? anticipation? A flicker of something so dangerous as his gaze sweeps greedily over that tight dress you put on just for this occasion.Â
Choso tries to ignore how sinfully it hugs all your curves. Or the way it would look a million times better on the floor.Â
This was absolute torture.Â
And God he thinks he could pass out right then and there as you lean in closer. Too close. The temperature in the room suddenly increasing by about 10 degrees as you purr, tone careful and balanced. âMuch better. And nowâŠâÂ
His breathing becomes heavier, eyes flickering downwards. Once. Twice.Â
And you know youâve got him in the palm of your hand.Â
â...all you gotta do is touch me.â
Yeah, if Choso thought he was going to pass out before then he definitely wasnât ready for those dangerous little words. Ones that have him shaken right to the core - fighting that urge to just take you how heâs imagined all those lonely nights.
âYou- huh?â he lets out a shaky laugh, the sound strained as he crosses his legs with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, desperately trying to will away the blood rushing straight to his throbbing cock right now.Â
But how could he? Not when you only shift closer, barely even a hairâs breadth between you two - relishing in his strangled gasp as your tits press so enticingly against his arm. Such an adorable pout playing on your lips as you mutter, âDo you not want to?â
And he did. Oh, how he did - has been imagining it for the past five months, in fact. And Choso lets you know, a little twenty times, actually, as the words spill panickedly from his lips.Â
â-idiot trying to set me up and Iâve been dreaming of fucking you for so long but Iâm just-â Heat rushes to Chosoâs cheeks, as he abruptly shuts the fuck up. But itâs too late - the damage has been done.
You give him a wry smile, lips mere inches from his ear. âJust what?â
His breath hitches, muscles rippling so deliciously as he shudders beneath your touch. âIâm a-â Choking out - as if it physically hurts to admit - â-virgin.â
Oh.Â
Now, you mightâve expected many things - but certainly not this. Though, looking at the cute flush on the tips of his ears, all the way down to those big, needy eyes, you donât mind. Not one bit.
With one, quick glance at the rolling camera - your mouth is moving before your mind. âDo you want me toâŠdo something about it?â
And then itâs like something snapped.Â
You donât know who leans in first, just that Chosoâs kissing you. And youâre kissing him - how could you not?Â
Because goddammit it was always those pretty lips that you were staring at whenever he was spouting off answers in class. You just never expected heâd be kissing you back with such an infectious desperation.Â
No sooner are you thinking about how sweet his lips are before heâs pulling away with a soft sigh, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. Your neck. Back to your lips like he wanted everything and anything.
You gasp licks a long, languid stripe up your neck - maybe at how utterly obscene it felt, maybe at that sharp cold feeling that makes you flinch. Fuck - a tongue piercing? The noise makes Chosoâs mouth drop into a quick oh! surging forward to claim your lips again. Addicted.Â
Only to be stopped by your hands cupping his face, letting out a pained grunt at how he was so close. Just a hairâs breadth away from your lips.
âCho~ Open your mouth, baby.â you whisper, hotly.Â
And he looked so pretty - dark hair askew, lower lip swollen and quivering with need, brows furrowing because he wanted more of your taste. But he obeys, of course he does, Choso thinks heâll do anything you asked. And lo and behold, sitting right there in the middle of his tongue was a pretty silver piercing.
You just canât help but thumb open his mouth further, looking him right in the eyes as you spit in his mouth. Once. Twice.Â
âBet no one else has done this before, huh?â Grinning at how sinfully Chosoâs eyes roll to the back of his head at your taste, âKiss me proper now.â
God, you were so good at throwing away whatever was left of his poor sanity. And itâs all thatâs said before his kiss-bitten lips are crashing into yours again.Â
âNo. No oneâs hah- done that before. Only you.â heâs panting into your open mouth, swirling his tongue with yours. âF-fuck only you. Only you only you-â
You barely even realize the way youâre on his lap now, sitting so prettily there that Choso half-deliriously wonders whether he should take a picture. Mind spinning too much with his throbbing erection under your drenched panties, a damp little patch at his fat tip. So hot and heavy already.
âCho, do you want me to-â
âYes, maâam.â
You certainly donât have to be told twice - especially with that little nickname. Fiddling with his belt, youâre so hazy with want - the need to taste Choso, to see if the rest of him was as sweet as his lips - that you almost miss the look of confusion that flashes across his face.
You bat your lashes at him almost-innocently, âYou alright?â And Choso thinks he could cum right there and right now at the sight. If he wasnât currently battling for his life, that is.Â
âYeah, sâjusâ- what I wanted hah- was toâŠâ His hands sneak down, cupping your heated pussy through your drenched panties. â-taste her. â
âOh?â
âAre yâgonna teach me how?â
Oh. Fuck.
You know youâre fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.
Only moments later, Chosoâs wrestling you back onto the mattress, face-to-face with your sloppy pussy. So mean with the way he was pinning your hips down with one hand, all but ripping your panties off with the other.Â
You feel his piercing before his tongue. Both the hot and cold so maddening on your cunt as Choso licks long, lazy stripes up your puffy folds - dragging his hot tongue all the way from your base. Just grazing your swollen clit.Â
âTeach me- fuck fuck-â words muffled and slurring together, vibrations going straight to your pussy. âUse me. Use me how you want.â
Youâre threading your fingers through his dark locks before you even realize it, grinding your sloppy cunt all over his waiting mouth. âQuirk your tongue like- ngh-â Angling him close enough so he bullies his soft tongue into your tight pussy. Piercing massaging all the right places. âFuck-â
âLike this?â
âSh-shit,â you gasp, nodding deliriously. âSâtoo ngh- good.â
And by God, did you mean it.Â
âYeah? Yâlike this?â heâs groaning, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. âCan feel you clenching around me. Shit shit shit, you love this, huh? So slutty on camera for it?âÂ
Getting wetter and wetter by the second as his tongue roams for that one-
âOh! F-fuck, Cho. Right hngh- there. Deeper-â
Ah, found it.
Choso grins as you tug on his soft strands, you can feel it on your throbbing pussy. Pushing your legs all the way till theyâre at your tits to hit that little spot each and every time. Again and again. Eyes glassy, torn between devouring that slutty expression on your face and how fucking drenched you were.Â
âShit, baby,â his words are so strained now, like his sanity was dancing away at each flick of his tongue. âYouâre drooling everywhere. See? Show the camera now.â
You donât have to look. Because you can feel it.
Can feel how wet his mouth is, just glistening with slick and saliva. Trailing all the way down his chin - to his wrist - only second to how sloppy your dripping cunt was. It was like he was getting messy on purpose, like a little reminder to himself that shit this was you and he was eating out your pretty cunt to insanity-
âOh my god, think mâhooked.â Tongue dragging all over your swollen folds, catching on his piercing. âThink your pretty lilâ pussyâs hah- driving me crazy. Ruined me, Fuck-â
And itâs so embarrassing how heâs talking you through it, grinning at every lilâ whine and whimper that leaves your mouth. You were acting all shy right now in a way that makes Chosoâs cock twitch so painfully. He barely even notices, though, with the way he was so drunk off your pussy.Â
So messy - unable to decide between rolling his tongue over your ravaged clit and dipping into your sloppy hole. Too much. In and out in and-
âFaster.â
He goes faster.Â
âH-harder.â
He goes harder.
Anything and everything for you - to keep those pretty moans falling from your lips, walls getting tighter and tighter around his tongue. And Choso might just consider himself a man addicted.
âCan you ngh- cum fâme, baby?â You flinch as he spits out the words into your cunt. Harsh. Fucked-out. Sounding just as delirious and breathless as you. âCum fâme please. Wanâ to taste yâon my tongue. Please. Fuck- need it so bad. So bad.â
Youâre so caught up in Chosoâs pussydrunk little babbles that you barely even realize when youâre cumming. Just that youâre letting out a strangled scream of his name, dragging your sloppy pussy all over his mouth.Â
And he has never seemed more blissed out. Long gone is that nervous little expression usually on his face around you, Choso looked like he could be suffocated in-between your legs right now and love it. Hope for it, even.
He tells you that, of course. As soon as youâre blinking back your vision, blood still roaring in your ears. Delicate strings of slick snapping where he parts from your quivering cunt, lips swollen and glossed so prettily with your sweet sweet juices.Â
âBaby, yâthink the video of lesson one came out good?â
Oh. Shit, what have you done?
---
That certainly wasnât the last time you saw Choso - or the last time you had him in front of a camera, either.
A few weeks later, you found yourself with an entire album for the man - a hidden treasure trove under the simple name of âCho <3â. Most of the videos favorited, all sorted so tediously in a way that showed you spent an obscene amount of time looking at all the ways he ruined you.Â
So filthy on camera that you always wondered whether it was the same person in the sheets and in class, texting Choso for later. Just to confirm.Â
But embarrassingly, only some of these videos made their way onto your Twitter account - with Chosoâs pretty face largely out of the frame. The two of you hadnât ventured into streams yet either, opting to hide him away. Because, okay, maybe you were slightly jealous of other people seeing him - but it was really hard not to be when he looked like that.
In spite of all that, youâd still gained a casual hundred thousand more followers since his appearance - ones who always commented on your solo streams asking where your âhot emo bfâ was.
Comments youâd pointedly ignore, because, hell, you wished he was here on-stream helping you get off, too. Yet despite the endless flirting and videos, Choso actually hadnât made it further than actually holding a full conversation with you. And you wanted more.Â
For all you know, you might just be one of his many trysts - and it was just for the videos, right? You get the content, he gets the experience? A win-win situation, so why have you never felt more like such a loser?
Such a loser the way youâve already lost count of the âlessonsâ but still havenât gotten to feel him - to fuck him the way you wanted just yet.Â
âSâalright if I take this, right, maâam?â He smirks during one such session, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt. Dangling your drenched panties like a badge of honor, flimsy and soaked with your sweet sweet juices. âSâalright if I-â And he canât even finish the sentence. Your jaw drops as Choso raises the thin fabric to his face, breathing in your essence like a man possessed.Â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-
âYouâre so filthy, Cho-â you manage to choke out once you find your voice. Squirming on his bed like such a slut for him. âWas the innocent thing just an act?â
âNope.â he pops the p, licking lewd little circles on your neck, thumbing open your puffy folds to watch in amazement at the way you glisten and clamp around his fingers. Eyes flickering briefly to the recording phone in his hand. âBut we gotta give âem a good show, huh?â
Right, youâd forgotten about the camera. But none of that matters anyway because-
Intensity setting 2.
âYouâre so mean, too.â
âAm I?â he grins, teeth grazing along your racing pulse. âI think you taught that to me, baby. Shit, lesson 8 it was?â
God, he was addictive.
Chosoâs having way too much fun playing around with the intensity setting of the bullet vibrator shoved inside your ravaged cunt. Sending quick, methodical vibrations all along your pulsing clit. In time with the breathless moans leaving your kiss-bitten lips, and itâs all you can to call out for- more? Mercy? Both?Â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-
âGod, youâre so perfect. Shit, so messy fâme.â he groans, and you could tell that the video wasnât going to be uploaded anyway. Too shaky, focusing in and out of Chosoâs fingers. Knuckle-deep and pumping in and out of your filthy hole. Relentless. âAlmost makes me wanna show off to an actual audience.â
âMaybe I want to, too.â you muse, shifting at his heated gaze. Dangerously pressing your thumb over those nipple piercings youâve gotten to know so well lately - as if to support your point. God you wish heâd take off that snug shirt.
Intensity setting 3.
âThat so?â
And no matter how many times Chosoâs ruined you on camera - and watched the videos over and over afterwards - he always thought they werenât enough to capture your perfection.Â
âSuch a slut fâme, baby.â To capture the exact moment in which your wet lips fall into a soft little oh! when he massages your walls in time with the pulsing vibrator. To capture that absolutely sinfully excited little glint in your eyes as he ruts his clothed erection against your pussy. âYâalways this dirty?â Quickly turning into a look of slight panic at the sudden jingle of keys from the front door.Â
âYo, brat. Where the fuck are ya?â
Ah, there he was, the reason that Choso usually locked his bedroom door whenever you were over, even if he was home alone.Â
Intensity setting 4.
As the silence continues, so does Chosoâs abuse on your cunt. In fact, he only gets more erratic - like he wanted you to cum. Needed you to cum right now, right here in front of Sukuna, footsteps only growing louder. Nearer.
âCho-â you fight to get out the words. âHeâs hah-.â
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-
âCanât speak? Thatâs cute.â he coos, voice way too relaxed for someone whose mind was reeling with the realization that he couldnât remember if he locked the door this time, and how adorable you sounded. Enough so that it made some raw, primal part of him wanna pull down his pants and fuck you right here right now. Cockblocks and his own virginity be damned. âCâmon now, use your words like a good girl. Tell the camera.â
Cocky bastard.
Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-
âClose!â you yelp, unsure of whether you were talking about yourself or the looming Sukuna. Jaw slack, tears springing into your ears as you look up at Choso. âSo close.â
God, you were addictive. And this video was definitely going in both your favorites.
âMhm,â he hums, movements getting hastier. More desperate. âI know, maâam.â
Intensity setting 5.
Thatâs all that it takes for you to cum, letting out a loud strangled moan of Chosoâs name. Or, you wouldâve - if it hadnât been for the way heâs shoving two, thick fingers into your mouth.
Silencing you - and in your hazy brain you think that if this was his way of shutting you up, then you really didnât mind. Because all you could taste was you and the cold, cold metal of his rings. Somewhat intoxicating.
âShhhhhh.â heâs breathing out, still mindlessly grinding his hips into yours. Though, you realize with a pang that today wonât be the day you get to feel that achingly hard erection straining his pants. âThese pretty moans arenât for him, hm?â
Pressing on the back of your tongue, smirking at the way you nod tearily up at him, moans still muffled. Hell, do you even know how sexy youâre being right now.
âMhm, all fâme. All for fuckinâ me.â
Knock! Knock! Knock!Â
âWhy the fuck are you locked up in here on a Saturday night?â Sukuna sounds impatient, but not surprised. Probably imagining all sorts of dorky things his nephew was doing to hole himself up in his room. âCome out nâ get this takeout- whatâs left of it anyways.â
And with that, itâs like the magic is over.
Your high only just bating before Chosoâs hurriedly ending the recording on a hazy still of your disappointed pout, cursing Sukuna for his impeccable timing.Â
Slightly concerned about the door being broken down and someone else seeing you in all your fucked-out glory, he hastily moves to grab the spare cloth by his bedside. Cleaning you up with hushed promises of âsending the recording laterâ, and âsâalright, heâll be gone soon.â
Close. You were so close.
A win-win situation - but youâve never felt like more of a loser.
---
âBy God, I never thought heâd get the balls to do it.â
You yelp in surprise at the deep voice from behind you, whirling with a defiant brandish of Chosoâs (your?) keys. Heâd given them to you a few lessons ago, saying it would make it easier for you to come and go from his apartment as you pleased. Which - to you - felt dangerously like something a boyfriend would say-
But that wasnât important right now.
What was important was the older man suddenly towering over you right outside Chosoâs front door. Big arms crossed over his chest, that leering smirk clashing with his pink hair. âI knew it was odd that brat had a pair of heels by the door.â
Shit. Sukuna.
Ryomen awfully-wingman-his-nephew Sukuna.
âSpill.â At your confused head tilt, he plows on. âSpill the tea. I need new blackmail on my lilâ nephew. How badly did he have to beg you to go out with him?â
You donât know what was more bizarre - what he was saying or the way he actually pulls out his Notes app as if hanging on to your every word.Â
âI-Itâs because of you.â you manage to choke out, unsure of what Choso has told his family about you. Eyes flitting between him and the door right behind you, sounding your very best not to sound just as guilty as you felt. âYouâre the reason we have this weirdâŠthing.â
A beat of silence passes. One. Two.Â
And just as youâre beginning to wonder whether youâve broken Chosoâs infamous uncle, he throws his head back and laughs. Laughs, right in your face, sounding like heâd just heard the funniest punchline in the world.Â
âOh thatâs hilarious.â he exclaims, wiping a mock tear. Cackles dying down as if he was suddenly aware that maybe Choso would hear and walk in on this impromptu interrogation. âDamn, that awful pick-up line is why you started fuckinâ? I thought itâd get that sap blocked so heâd stop stalking your account so much.â
âNo, weâŠâ you hesitate, mind reeling with what Sukuna just admitted, and how bad it would really be that youâre divulging your sex life to a relative of the guy youâre fucking. Before thinking fuck it, might as well confide in someone. â...weâre just doing stuff for-â putting up air quotes. â-content.â
âJust content?â
âJust content.â
âAnd you like that fool?â
Your face burns at how glaringly obvious it apparently was, â...Yes.â
This seemingly sets Sukuna off on another wave of uncontrollable laughter. âOhh, thanks for the blackmail on that emotionally-constipated brat.â Typing away on what you assume to be his Notes, he promptly turns to walk away, âSee ya around, doll.â
âWait!â you call after in confusion, making him stop and raise a brow. âArenât you supposed to like- I donât know, give me advice for your nephew or something - like a good uncle?â
Scoffing, âWho said I was a good uncle?â He leans in ever-so-slightly, âJusâ rock his world on camera or somethinâ nâ ask him out right in the middle.â Satisfied with being enough of a decent samaritan for today, he walks back with a half-wave, âHeâd listen to whatever you say anyway.â
Oh. Is that so?
And Sukuna probably meant it as some joke. Something to tease the both of you with - but itâs something that sets the gears going off inside your head. Something that had you ignoring Sukunaâs slightly panicked, âJusâ not too soon, I needa bully him with this first.â
---
You didnât listen to Sukunaâs little plea, of course. Because only a few days later youâd steeled yourself to finally send that one text you knew would change your relationship with Choso. For the good, hopefully.Â
You: 9pm my place. Get ready, cuz this time weâre gonna be live ;)
Cho <3: :0Â
And with that, youâd thrown your phone on the bed, jittery about later tonight. Browsing through your wardrobe for that one set of barely-there lingerie in his favorite shade of pink. Hey, you could never be too prepared, right?
Nothing couldâve prepared Choso for this moment - absolutely nothing at all.Â
He mightâve just died and gone to heaven the very moment he read that dangerous text - finally inviting him to join one of your streams. The ones that heâd always watch in the safety of his bedroom, lights dimmed, pants bunched around his ankles.Â
Cock just achingly hard in his fist while he wished he was with you behind the camera. Getting you off so much better than any sextoy would. Just forcing those pretty moans from your lips - and everyone else could see that. Wish it was them ruining you instead.Â
Alas, it was only a dirty little fantasy.Â
Until now, that is.
slvt4u: Holy shit boyfriend reveal, about time.
uniwhore: THIS is the hottie from Twitter?????Â
itsgenslut: idfc just fuck
âNervous?â you smirk, looking down at the man sprawled so prettily on your bed. âYou look just as close to an aneurysm as you were the first time. Though-â snaking your hand down, â-this is still the same as ever.â
You chuckle at the way Choso catches your lips with his, more to shut up those pathetic little moans threatening to escape him than anything. Because every glance at you in that sinful little pink bra gave Choso a mini heart attack.Â
âB-baby-â he gasps, grinding his clothed erection against your palms. âI wan- hah-â
âMhm?â
And God how youâve ruined Choso - run him so utterly dry of his sanity.
Because heâs angling your head down, piercing cold against your tongue. âSpit.â
It was like that first time had gotten him addicted. So you do - right into his waiting mouth. Jaw dropping at the way he tips his head back, back, back to let it slide so obscenely down his throat. Moaning at just a taste of you, âGod, I need to f-fucking ruin you.â
And if thereâs anything youâve learned after all these months with Choso, itâs that anything he says - he does.
The words have barely left his mouth before heâs pulling your bra off, ripping your panties easily off your hips. Each and every little regret about what a shame it was thrown out the window at the first sight of your pretty pussy.Â
It never gets old - and Choso could never get enough of the sinful sight - your cunt so sloppy and ready for him already.Â
âCho-â you whine as ringed fingertips coming up to circle your sloppy entrance. Cold. Stretching you to insanity. âS-stop teasing.â
âYes, maâam. But first-â shifting you around ever-so-slightly on top of him. âGotta show off how wet yâare fâme.â
uniwhore: did he just call her âmaâamâ?? Me when??
roses101: idk who i wanna be theyâre both so fucking hot ugh
âFuck, yâlook so sexy from this angle. Wonder if the camera thinks so too?â
Your face slightly burns at how he was seemingly taking over your own stream. Smug bastard, you think, glancing down at Choso, red-faced, hair untied, wearing a sly grin as his eyes slide over the flurry of comments. But two can play that game.Â
âCho~â fumbling with the hem of his underwear, âYouâve been holding out on me.â
A gasp leaves you involuntarily as you tug down Chosoâs boxers just enough for his throbbing cock to spring free, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Blushed your favorite shade of pink - to match your bra - so so angry and soaked in precum.Â
He was so intimidatingly long - longer than any of those toys you usually brought on camera. Thick enough that it had you wondering, shit, would you even be able to take it?
âSâthis a-alright?â and for all his previous confidence, Choso sounded self-conscious. Peeking at you through his long lashes.
You grin, pumping a hand up and down his swollen cock, letting his precum drip down your wrist. âSâperfect.â
âGod- fuck, baby. Oh-â Choso lets out breathless little profanities as you straddle his waist, dragging his weeping tip down your swollen folds. So fucking filthy as you sink down in by fucking in. Slowly. âToo- much-â
Apparently too slow because no sooner have you just taken in his fat tip, squeezing and clenching around him, that Chosoâs flipping the both of you over.Â
âMâsorry.â he breathes into your mouth as your back hits the mattress. âMâsorry mâsorry, fuck- just canât-â fingers immediately drawing frenzied little circles on your pulsing clit to take your mind off the dizzying stretch as he bullies his massive cock into your snug cunt. âCanât wait canât wait- waited too fucking long. Want this so badly-â
You felt too good. Too perfect around him.Â
âAh! Hngh- Cho, oh my god. Too- ngh-â you moan, as he starts grinding in shallow, mindless little movements just to fit himself inside. Pushing and pushing, you wondered if he even realized what he was doing.
Sounding like his sanity was dwindling away with each little thrust, âSâtoo big? You can take it. Fuck fuck fuck please. Need this.â Pressing all the way into your lungs. âHow do you wanâ it- how do you wanâ me?â
Honestly, Choso didnât even need to ask, because he just bottoms out - heavy balls smacking against your ass, cock swollen and throbbing inside you - that you think that you just wanted him to ruin you.Â
âR-ruin?â his voice breaks as he repeats - more to himself than you. Oh, shit had you said that out loud? Youâre speechless as Choso throws your legs over his shoulder, dragging his swollen lips lazily across your ankle. âYes maâam.â
Oh. You might as well have just signed off your will.Â
Because then heâs fucking into your sloppy cunt. Unforgiving. A man starved because he was. Jagged, quick thrusts, splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his rock-hard cock.Â
âFuck- fuck fuck fuck-â he pants into your open mouth, finding it so fucking difficult to find any rhythm when your tight cunt was milking him so good. âYou feel so good. So messy. Ya love it like this, huh? Being hngh- watched?â
âHngh-â you buck wildly into his body, reaching up to play coyly with his nipple piercings. Tugging and pulling lightly. âFeels too good- are- ah- are ya sure this is your first time?â
Honestly, it was a wonder Choso didnât cum right then and there.Â
Tojisslvt: need someone to fuck me like this the first time
22sabi: Typing with one hand is so hard.
DaStrongest: i could fuck her so much better than than inexperienced loser
Choso throws his head back in a cruel little laugh at that last comment, something that makes you tingle all the way from your burning cheeks to your stuffed cunt. Clamping down deliciously on Chosoâs unforgiving cock in a way that makes his hips and fingers stutter.Â
âYa think you could fuck her better?â it takes you a second to realize he was talking to the camera and not you. Thrusts getting sloppier, getting familiar. âIâm the one that got her so messy like this.â Purposeful. Calculated. Like he was aiming for that one-
âFuck!â you scream as he hits that magic spot. Once. And then over and over like a man possessed. Just so utterly ruining you the way you knew he could. âCho oh my god- I canât hah- ngh-â
The cold metal of Chosoâs rings dig into your cheek softly as he turns you head to face him. God, this was the stuff of his wildest dreams.
You - teary eyed and looking up at him like such a slut. Pussy getting wetter - tighter - as he teases you in front of the camera. Torn between running away from his relentless cock and bucking up for more more more-
 âFuck no no no- Keep your legs open, baby. Donât hah- run away from me.â his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. âDonât- need this. Need this so ba- shit.âÂ
And he sounded so genuinely worried heâd lose the feeling of your heady cunt. Fingers bruising on your hips as he pulls you closer. Like he was trying to fuck out any and every shred of shyness out of your body.Â
slvt4u: Always the quiet ones.
DaStrongest: heh, fuck off. iâd make her cum so much harder.
Now, Choso was fucking you like he had a point to prove, and it was probably the only reason he hadnât passed out from how good your pussy felt wrapped around him.Â
Both of you were barely-lucid at this point - and he was out of control now.
Pussy drunk thoughts unfiltered, âNo oneâs ever d-done this- got me hah- feeling like this.â And you had the distinct feeling he just beat you to your original goal, letting out sweet little babbles into your open mouth - though his hips were anything but.Â
So hard that you were sure the creases of your sheets would leave marks for tomorrow - along with his balls on your ass, your ankles on his shoulders, lips searing against yours. It was like he wanted to prove something - to prove he was good enough to- the viewers? To you?Â
Knowing your body well enough to hit that one spot over and over until you were sobbing. Fingers erratic on your clit.Â
âCho-â you squeal, tears springing to your eyes as he only gets sloppier. âI-Iâm gonna-â
âCum?â he breathes, as if he couldnât believe it. And fuck if you werenât the gates of heaven spread wide open for him then he didnât know what was. âFucking cum. Please please- hah- fâme. Cum on mâcock nâ make them jealous. Fâme- Like youâre mine.â
You barely even realize when you are. Jaw slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you see stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. God, he was gonna have to go home and rewatch this stream all over again.Â
âNgh- mâcumming mâcumming oh-â
Not even realizing the way youâre dragging your nails down Chosoâs sculpted back. Marking up his milky skin - and he lets you.Â
Loved it in fact- the way he loved you.Â
Your eyes go wide, and Choso knows heâs fucked up. Realizing with a jolt that words were tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. But itâs the way you squeeze him tighter- giving him such a gorgeous little fucked-out smile that sends him over the edge.
Sharp canines digging into the crook of your neck like he wanted to break skin, holding himself back from breaking you while he cums and cums so hard it hurt. Over and over-
âLove you- love you love you love you-â heâs muttering into the skin, unbarred. âSince I first saw hah- you. Wanted this more than fuck fuck- air that I breathe.â
His seed was oozing out of you now, painting your ravaged pussy white, dribbling down your legs. So fucking full and debauched. Thick, hot globs that were sure to stain those overpriced new sheets. But did Choso care for the mess? Not at all.Â
Because you were holding him so impossibly tight, pushing away the strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Whispering little praises as he fucks you through his first time. Close. Warm. Everything he ever dreamed of.
âSâeverything I ever dreamed of, too, Cho.â
And he knows heâs won.Â
urfavslvt: Proudest nut. Want more.
uniwhore: does this mean couples content??? Pls say yes plsplspls
DaStrongest: invite me next time <3
âThought you were embarrassed.â he licks soothingly over the bite. Voice shot, piercing smooth against his tongue. Embarrassing little confessions leaving him with each spark of electricity running through his veins. âThought you didnât stream wâme cuz of that- but shit. Dreamed of this fâso long. So long-â
Oh?
âHey, Cho.â your voice rings through his hazy mind. Just enough for Choso to raise his head and meet your intoxicating, sultry gaze. Giving a sly, sidelong glance at the still-blinking camera.Â
âMhm?â
âWanna film a weekâs worth of âmoviesâ in advance?â
---
Sukuna (do not answer): Oi shitty nephew, where r u Jin made me come over with (half) leftovers.
You: Sorry, not home. At the movies rn.
Sukuna (do not answer): When tf do u go to movies??Â
You: Since now, on a date. You probably canât relate.
Sukuna (do not answer): Stfu nâ stop lying, a date with who? Ur body pillow?? Not like u had the balls to ask out that pretty lilâ camgirl anyway.
Haha
Right?Â
You: *girlfriend
Sukuna (do not answer): Huh?
You: Girlfriend.
Sukuna (do not answer): THE FUCKINâ PICK-UP LINE WORKED??
A/N. This came out a LOT longer than expected.Â
Plagiarism not authorized.
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bambi [ceo!h x shy!reader]
synopsis: y/n tries a dating app and meets the CEO of Pleasing
word count: 8.6k
contains: ceo!harry x assitant!y/n, deer!reader vibes, dating app, online dating, deer!reader, first date, first kiss, fluff, age gap (9 years)
a/n: this is the first part of a new series. as usual the first part is a lil slow to set things up but I'm excited for what's to come of this one. there's going to be a lot of cuteness and all the things i love writing about in this one so i can't wait to share more !
this is part 1 of Bambi, read part 2 here
. . .
Most of the time Y/N didnât want to be in control of things.Â
From a young age, she had to be in charge of everything. She had three younger brothers and was born to a single mother who worked hard to keep everything afloat in their tiny, townhouse. So inevitably she became an adult before she could even buy a lottery ticket.Â
Her life wasnât bad, but it wasnât easy. With the constant nagging from her much younger siblings and the dampened sleeve of her t-shirtâevidence of the hours she spent comforting her mother through tearsâY/N had just had enough.
Her life had become an abundance of things she was struggling to keep up with. She had no reprieve throughout her daily life, no way of stopping or just letting go.Â
She worked six-hour shifts at the supermarket, studied marketing at university, did the school run in the mornings, and often in the evenings too, if her mother was too tired to get off the couch. She tutored her youngest brother, who was falling behind in math, and kept the house in order while all three of them stayed glued to the television.
Even worse, her social life was practically nonexistent.. She was twenty-one and spent her Friday nights making dino nuggets and catching up on an incessant amount of laundry from the past week.Â
Y/N wasnât sure where her life was heading. The loneliness and stress was so overwhelming she could barely breathe.Â
One night, the weight of it all brought her to tears as she thought about her future after graduation. Most of the girls she knew were planning gap years, travelling to places like Brazil or Italy. She tried to picture herself boarding a plane, but the only thing she could imagine was her mother calling mid-flight, asking her to pick up one of the boys from school.
She pulled open her phone eyes blotchy and nose stuffy from crying. Her loneliness was hitting her hard and she was desperate to feel some kind of connection, even if it was five minutes of conversation. So, she opened the only dating app she had on her phone, one that sheâd installed many moons ago when she wanted to open herself up to meeting new people.Â
She barely used it after realising she wasnât the best at small talk and whenever a guy would ask for a date, her introverted self would refuse to step foot out of the house. But on occasion sheâd find herself wondering, searching for someone to take her mind off of everything.Â
Y/N swiped past copious images of men, seemingly unphased by all of them. She swiped through so many, that they almost began to look the same - 5â9, tanned, shirtless or lifting weights trying to show some kind of strength that proved to women they were most definitely âmanlyâ.Â
When she started to believe all hope was lost, she paused when her eyes settled on a man who didnât look much like the others. He was tall, with brunette curls and green eyes that crinkled when he smiled. He wore rings on his hands in every single picture and in one of them he wore a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal a sleeve of tattoos. In most of his pictures he wore comfy sweaters and knitted cardigans with grey or black trousers. In one of them he wore a pair of blue jeans and had a small, battered copy of The Catcher in the Rye in his back pocket.Â
She read his bio beneath.Â
âHarry, 30
Likes: scrabble, food, cats, books, cardigans
Dislikes: loud chewing, music played too low, emails, wearing sunglasses indoors at dinner is absolutely criminalâ
She clicked the heart on his profile, eyes widening when the words âMATCHâ appeared on the screen in big bubble writing. He hadnât sent her a message but clearly he had liked her own profile which was surprising considering she had barely anything on it.Â
As she was mulling over what to say to start the conversation, three bubbles quickly appeared then disappeared, replaced by a message. She held her breath, reading the words.Â
Harry: Hey, pretty dress
She frowned, wondering what he meant by that but then remembered she had a picture of her on her profile, showcasing one of her favourite dresses. It was a baby pink slip dress she had made out of silk fabric.Â
Y/N: Thank you, I made it! :)Â
Harry: You did? Wow! Looks better than most of the ones Iâve seen in my own store.
Y/N: Do you own a clothing store?
Harry: Something along those lines
Harry: Although they donât sell pretty dresses like yoursÂ
Y/N: Theyâre probably a lot better, I use cheap materialsÂ
She cringed at her message, hoping she didnât sound broke or not put together by saying she used something cheap.
Harry: Iâm even more impressed
She smiled, watching him type a new message.Â
Harry: What brings you here?
She tried to sum up how she was feeling without making herself seem like a weirdo. She didnât want to sound like a recluse looking for human interaction no matter how much she felt like it.Â
Y/N: Iâm tired of everything, just want someone to keep me companyÂ
Harry: I get that. Should I be worried? Are you okay?Â
Her heart warmed, she couldnât remember the last time someone asked her if she was okay.Â
Y/N: Iâm okay now, thank you for asking !! itâs just everyday life stuff.
Harry: Of course. Just let me know if thereâs anything you want to talk about. Iâm right here to listen⊠or readÂ
Y/N: thank you, that truly means a lot!! xx
Harry: No problem, love x
Y/Nâs heart flickered at the name he had placed on the end.Â
They texted for hours, well into the middle of the night. Y/N was giddy, rolling around on her bed, smiling so hard her cheeks ached. They had so much in commonâboth preferred quiet nights in, were family-oriented, loved literature and art and even fashion. He was funny and sweet, always checking in to make sure she was comfortable and that he wasnât overstepping with his questions. Despite how much they had in common, they had a lot of differences too.
Y/N: Is it raining where you are? Xx
Harry: Hm, just checked outside and I think the clouds are coming over. I donât mind though autumn happens to be my favourite season.
Y/N: omg really?Â
Harry: What? You donât agree?
Y/N: No omg are you kidding? Iâm much more into spring. I like that itâs sunny with a slight breeze so itâs warm but not too warm so you can still wear a sweater
Harry: Ahhh I see, you do give spring I must say
Y/N: You think so?
Harry: Even from looking at your pictures, you look like a tulip or something.Â
Harry: Or the little deer from that movie
Harry: What was it?
Harry: Bambi!
Harry: Maybe that should be your name - BambiÂ
Y/N: Thatâs one of my favourite movies !!Â
Y/N: I happened to think Bambi is a very pretty nameÂ
Harry: Then Iâll call you BambiÂ
Y/N: Well what should I call you?
Harry: Anything you like, BambiÂ
. . .Â
Y/N was working her shift at the supermarket. She was already entering her final hour, her stomach rumbling as she packed frozen pizzas onto the shelves. Although she had been working hard to get things done so she could go home on time, her mind was constantly wandering.Â
It had been a full week of talking to Harry. They had converted to messaging on WhatsApp after exchanging numbers and every day Y/N would wake up to a morning text message from him telling her to have a good day and that he would be right there in her pocket if she ever needed anything. In the evenings, he would make sure she wasnât going to sleep with anything heavy on her mind. Heâd ask her questions about what she ate and if she had any time to herself in the day. For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt a little less lonely. She went about her day with a little pep in her step feeling the excitement of texting the man she had only just met. She didnât know what it was about him but a part of her felt safe with him. Maybe it was the fact he was nine years older than her and knew what it was like to be under stress with so many things but he understood her in a way no one else did.Â
And Bambi.
Every day, it was Bambi this and Bambi that, and every time, sheâd swoon or smile at the nickname he had given her. It was silly, maybe even a little ridiculous, how much it affected her. But she couldnât help itâevery time he said it, a bubble of excitement grew inside her. She liked someone for the first time in a long time, and it brought something new, something light, into her overwhelming life.
After days of just simply texting, Y/N had asked him if he wanted to video call tonight. It would be her first time hearing what he sounded like and part of her was nervous. What if he came across differently from how he was over text? What if he didnât look the way he did in the numerous pictures he had sent her? What if after calling tonight, he didnât like her anymore?
Hours later, Y/N was tucked up in bed readying herself to call him. She had showered and blow-dried her hair, wearing her comfiest pink pyjamas with her body wrapped up in her duvet. Her thumb hovered over the call button, gnawing on her bottom lip as thoughts raced through her mind.
She gasped when Harryâs face appeared on her screen just seconds after she pressed call. It was their first time ever talking like this, and her heart raced as she took in the sight of him. He was sitting in a desk chair, a large framed artwork hanging on the wall behind him. His shirt was slightly rumpled, his tie loosened around the collar, and his curls fell lazily across his forehead. He looked so effortlessly handsome, it almost didnât seem real.
âHey,â he murmured, his voice breaking the stillness of her bedroom. It carried a warmth, soft and steady, like the glow of a campfire, and she felt herself melt under its gentle heat.
âH-Hi,â she squeaked, her cheeks immediately flushing with warmth. Her nerves bubbled up as she realized she was staring at him, trying to comprehend that this was actually happening. Surely she was dreaming, she pinched herself to make sure.Â
Harryâs eyes softened when he heard her shaky greeting. âYou alright?â he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small, amused smile. His tone was gentle, almost teasing, but there was something deeper thereâlike he was studying her reaction and enjoying every second of it.
She nodded quickly, fumbling with the hem of her pyjama shirt. âIâm good! Just⊠surprised you answered so fast.â She giggled nervously, her voice high-pitched and sweet, like she couldnât quite believe this was happening. âI thought itâd take a few rings at least.â Her blush deepened as she tucked her knees up to her chest.
He chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm, making her heart flutter. âI was waiting for you to call,â he admitted, a soft smirk tugging at his lips.Â
Her heart skipped a beat, and she shyly glanced up at him through her lashes. âReally?â she asked, her voice soft and a little disbelieving.Â
He smiled, a slow, adoring smile that made her stomach flip. âYeah, really. Iâve been thinking about it all day.â His voice had that low, confident tone, but his gaze was gentle, like he wanted to make sure she knew he meant it. âThe only thing getting me through work.â
âYouâre still at work? Itâs nine-thirty!â she exclaimed, glancing at the clock in disbelief.
Harryâs lips curled into a playful smirk. âIs it past your bedtime, Bambi?â he teased, leaning back in his chair as he glanced at her through the screen.
Her heart stuttered hearing that nickname come from his own mouth. She felt like if the camera wasnât on, sheâd be floating around her room like a bright pink orb of light, âN-No,â she stammered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. âBut shouldnât you be going home by now? Youâve been working all day.â
He let out a small chuckle, shrugging as he glanced down at the papers scattered across his desk. âGot a lot to catch up on. Too many late nights spent talking to you.â His voice was warm, laced with affection despite his teasing.
Her heart sank for a moment, guilt creeping in. Theyâd been texting non-stop for weeks, and she hadnât once thought about how it might be affecting his workload. Heâd told her before that he worked for a clothing company, and it suddenly hit her how busy he must be.
Noticing the shift in her expression, Harryâs voice softened. âYâthinking too much in that little head of yours?â he asked, cutting through her thoughts.
âMaybe a little,â she admitted quietly, biting her lip.
He shook his head, eyes never leaving hers. âYou know I didnât mean it as a bad thing, right? I love talking to you, Y/N. I think... I might even be a little obsessed with you,â he confessed, his smirk turning into a softer smile.
Her breath caught in her throat, and for a second, all she could do was stare at him, her heart thudding in her chest. âI-I think Iâm obsessed with you too,â she whispered, her voice barely audible.Â
âYeah?â His voice was full of warmth, a hint of disbelief in it, like he hadnât expected her to say it back. She nodded shyly, clutching her pillow tighter against her chest, her heart racing.
Harry huffed out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face to hide the wide grin that had taken over. âGod, youâre even cuter than I imagined,â he murmured, his words full of adoration.
They talked for hours, diving into everything and anything that crossed their minds. It was the longest conversation theyâd had since they started talking, and Y/N found herself more captivated by Harry than she thought was possible. The way he laughed, the way he listenedâit all just pulled her in deeper.
In the middle of her sentence, she noticed Harry looking at her with an unusually soft expression, his eyes filled with something she couldnât quite place. He suddenly spoke, cutting her off mid-thought. âCan I take you on a date?â His voice was gentle but firm, catching her completely off guard.
âO-Oh,â she stammered, blinking in surprise. She hadnât expected him to want to meet her so soon, but her heart leapt at the thought. âIâd like that,â she replied, a soft smile spreading across her face. âVery much.â
His own smile widened, a mix of relief and excitement in his eyes. âHow about Saturday evening? I could pick you up.â
âBut wouldnât that be too long of a drive?â she asked, biting her lip. She knew he lived in the city, about forty minutes away without traffic, and she didnât want to inconvenience him.
Harryâs expression didnât falter. âItâs not too far at all. Trust me, I donât mind,â he said confidently. âIâll pick you up at 8, sound good?â
Y/Nâs heart fluttered, the idea of seeing him in person making her pulse race. She nodded shyly, her voice barely above a whisper. âMhm, that sounds perfect.â
Harryâs grin grew, his eyes twinkling, âCan you wear the pretty dress you made?â
Y/N blushed, âYou donât want me to wear something a little more sophisticated?âÂ
âYâ can wear whatever makes you comfortable, I donât mind but I think Iâd like to see that little dress yâ made.âÂ
She nodded, stifling a yawn as it slipped out. It was getting late, and Harry was still at his office, working. âYâtired, lovie?â His voice softened.
âA little,â she lied, knowing full well she was more than exhausted. But the thought of ending the call made her chest tightenâshe wanted to keep him on the line, even just for a few more minutes.
Harry chuckled softly as if he could see right through her. âWhy donât you rest those pretty eyes for me, yeah?â he murmured, his voice low and soothing, the gentle authority in his words making her entire body relax. She practically melted at the sound, her heart skipping a beat.
âMâkay,â she whispered, her eyelids already heavy as she let herself sink deeper into the comfort of his voice.
âIâll be right here, alright?â he reassured her, his tone gentle and full of warmth.
She managed a soft smile, her words barely audible as her exhaustion overtook her. âPromise?â
âPromise Bambi,â he whispered, his voice the last thing she heard before sleep pulled her under.
. . .
âMr. Styles?â
Harry looked up from his computer, peering over the rims of his glasses. His receptionist, Lindsey, stood in the doorway. âThe samples for the newest collection have arrived. Would you like me to bring them in?â she asked, her voice polite but efficient, as always.
âYes, please, Lindsey,â he replied with a sigh, signing off another email before hitting send. The endless stream of tasks had him feeling drained.
Though Harry wasnât usually the type to show much warmth towards his employees, Lindsey was different. Sheâd been with him for yearsâlong enough to earn not just his respect, but his trust. She was one of the very few people he relied on within his company.Â
Harry was the CEO of Pleasing, a major fashion company he had built from the ground up. His first line had been designed in a small studio, crafted with his own hands and the help of a few close friends who still worked by his side. Now, it was a global brand. He was on Forbes 30 under 30 and had features in magazines like GQ. He was even in Time magazine for most influential people.Â
Despite all the success, his day-to-day life had become an endless loop of emails, business meetings, and deadlines. Time for anything outside of work was a luxury he couldnât afford. Lately, though, something, or rather someone, had started to make him reconsider how he spent his time.
He checked his phone once more having only picked it up a minute ago for the same reason. He hoped to see a message from Y/N, in fact he was eager to. Ever since he had messaged her on the only dating app he used, he hadnât thought of anyone else but her.Â
It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, one born out of the loneliness that weighed heavier than ever that night. Harry sat in his dimly lit office, the silence around him almost suffocating. He hadnât dated in over a year, not since his last relationship, which had ended on a bitter note. That girl had taken advantage of him, using his desire of the relationship he wanted to manipulate him. She had drained his bank accounts, maxed out his credit cards on shopping sprees and lavish holidays with her friends, leaving him both financially and emotionally exhausted. After that, heâd grown wary of trusting anyone.
When he joined the website, he wasnât exactly hopeful. The chance of finding someone who truly understood his career and mirrored his desires in a relationship seemed slim.
But then he met his Bambi.Â
He hadnât been searching for anything specific that day, just scrolling aimlessly, but something about Y/Nâs profile made him pause. There was a warmth to her, a genuine spark that went beyond her pictures. She didnât seem to realise just how captivating she was, and that drew him in even more. It wasnât just her beautyâthough she was stunningâit was the way she spoke about the things she loved. Her messages were full of passion, filled with rambles about her favourite books, little moments in her day, or random thoughts that popped into her head.Â
Y/N had ignited something within him. He was excited for this newfound thing they had going on, a spark he hadnât felt in years. Every message from her left him smiling at his phone, wondering what sheâd say next. It was the kind of excitement that made the day feel a little brighter, knowing she was just a text away. He found himself looking forward to the simplest thingsâher daily updates, the way sheâd ramble about something sheâd seen or read, and even the photo updates sheâd send him of things she was doing.
For the first time in a long time, he found himself imagining what it would be like to share his life with someone, instead of the quiet solitude heâd grown so used to. He couldnât shake the thought of Y/N being that personâthe one to bring warmth into the corners of his once-lonely home. He pictured what it would be like to have someone in his space, their presence adding a new kind of lightness. Someone to be there in the small, everyday moments and to keep him company after a long day at the office.Â
He couldnât wait to meet her in real life, hold her in his hands and kiss the lips he spent nights dreaming about.Â
Harry snapped out of his daze when Lindsey opened the door and the manufacturers entered the room behind her, holding the fabric samples in their hands. They greeted him timidly, laying the samples on the table by the large floor-to-ceiling windows.Â
He walked over, black polished shoes clicking against the mahogany wood floor. He sighed when he took in the samples, he didnât need to feel them to know they werenât good enough. Uncapping the red pen, he drew a cross beside each sample, the men behind him releasing a shaky breath.Â
âCome back when you have what I want,â He murmured, dismissing them with a wave of his hand.Â
He checked the time on his watch and cursed. Today was his nieceâs birthday and he promised his sister heâd visit in time for her birthday party this afternoon. âLindsey,â He called, hearing her shoes against the floor before she opened the door to his office.Â
He pulled on his blazer, âIâve got to leave, did you wrap that gift I gave you the other day?âÂ
Lindsey frowned, âItâs under my desk but what about your meetings this afternoon?âÂ
âCancel them.â He shrugged.
His Porsche was parked out front by the time he stepped out of the building. He put the gift into the passenger seat and made a mental note to stop somewhere to buy a birthday card.Â
He glanced at his phone when a text came through.
Bambi: Half way through my shift. Itâs been pretty rough, sorry for the late reply xx
His heart leapt when Y/Nâs name appeared. He took his phone when he reached a red light and typed in a reply.
Harry: itâs okay lovie, call me when you finish yeah? x
He was desperate to speak to her even if it were just for a mere few seconds.Â
Making a left turn, he pulled into the parking lot of a small supermarket on the highway. It looked run down and old but there wasnât anywhere else he could go to before he reached his sister's house.
People sat outside, smoking cigarettes and drinking out of beer cans. He ignored the glances they made towards him and his car.Â
He stepped inside and walked along the aisles, pausing when he noticed someone stacking things onto a shelf. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her. She was wearing blue jeans and a fuzzy white sweater, her hair was braided and fastened with pink, silk bows. She wore wired earbuds, her pink ballerina flats tapping against the laminate flooring.Â
She must have felt his gaze because her head lifted, eyes widening as they met his. Her soft, pink lips parted slightly, and in that instant, it was as if the world shiftedâeverything falling perfectly into place between them, as though they were always meant to find each other naturally.Â
Harry hadnât noticed the sugar spilling from the bag she was holding until the store manager stormed over. âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â The sharp tone made Y/N jump, her body snapping upright as she stood frozen in front of her manager, fear flashing across her face.
âI-Iâm s-sorry, Iââ Y/N stammered, her voice trembling.
âHow many times do I have to hear the same excuse from you?â her manager snapped. âStupid, useless girl, costing me the whole damn shop.â
Y/Nâs bottom lip quivered, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. âI-I know... I promised it wouldnât happen again. It was an accident, really,â she whispered, her voice barely holding steady.
Harryâs frown deepened. Again? This had happened before?
From the way Y/N stood there, trying so hard not to cry, it was painfully clearâthis wasnât the first time her boss had spoken to her like this.
Harryâs jaw tightened as he watched the exchange, a surge of protectiveness rising in him. He had only known Y/N recently, but seeing her like thisâsmall, vulnerable, and clearly hurtâstirred something deep within him. He couldnât just stand there and let it happen.
âExcuse me,â Harry spoke up, his voice calm but firm, stepping closer. The store manager turned to him, annoyance flashing across his face.
âThis doesnât concern you,â the manager spat, his glare shifting to Harry.
âActually, I think it does,â Harry replied, his eyes steady on the man. âYou donât need to speak to her like that.â
The manager scoffed. âAnd who the hell are you?â
Harry didnât blink, his voice lowering. âSomeone who knows when respect is lacking.â
Y/N looked up at Harry, wide-eyed, as if she couldnât believe he was stepping in. Her heart raced, a mix of relief and anxiety bubbling inside her. She wasnât used to anyone standing up for her like this.
âY/N, why donât you take a minute?â Harry said softly, glancing over at her, his voice now gentle and reassuring. The tears in her eyes made his chest physically hurt. Heâd be quick with this useless piece of shit so he could give her all his attention.
She hesitated but then nodded, her gaze flicking between Harry and her boss. She quickly turned, slipping away from the confrontation, her hands shaking as she tried to compose herself.
Harry turned back to the manager, his calm exterior masking the frustration brewing underneath. âSpeak to her like that again, and I wonât hesitate to have this place torn down, brick by brick, and replaced with a building I own. Then youâll know firsthand what itâs like to deal with a real fucking manager.âÂ
With that, he turned on his heel, already making a mental note to have his team look into this place. It was clearly lacking in more ways than oneâenough to warrant being shut down for good he hoped.Â
Y/N stood behind the building, her back to him, shoulders trembling as she cried into her sleeve. Harryâs heart clenched at the sight. âHey, hey, hey,â he murmured softly, stepping forward and gently pulling her into his chest. âThaâs enough now, Bambi. Donât waste your tears on him,â he whispered, his large hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. Holding her close felt unexpectedly right, as if this was exactly where she belonged, even if the circumstances werenât ideal.
âIâm so embarrassed,â she sniffled, her voice small. âThis isnât how I wanted you to see me for the first time.â
His eyes softened with affection as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. Carefully, he wiped her tear-stained, blotchy cheeks, his touch tender. âYouâve got nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart,â he whispered, âSâalright now, yâ donât have to go back in there.â He cupped the back of her head, feeling how soft and silky her hair was. He couldnât seem to fathom that he was actually holding her after days of imagining what she would feel like.
She pulled away and for the first time Harry could get a proper look at her. He didnât think it possible for her to be even more beautiful than the pictures he had of her on her phone but she was. Her features were soft, cheeks permanently pink like the colour of tulips on a spring day, her lips were the perfect shape, so delicate like two petals pressed together. She was a walking angel.Â
âHey stranger,â He grinned, those perfect cheeks turning pink. If Harry had one goal in his life it was to make her all flustery and blushy.Â
âHi,â She peeped, hands fiddling in front of her.
Her eyes widened when she saw the tear stains on his shirt, the damp spots revealing the tiniest hint of the tattoos on his torso. âI-Iâm so sorry, I didnât mean to ruin your shirt,â She cringed.
âHey no need to apologise, âs not even ruined and Iâd rather you were okay than some easily replaceable shirt.â He assured her. âAre yâ sure youâre okay? Donât need to go in there and beat him up or anything,â
She smiled at that and the sight made his heart sing, âNo itâs okay. I-Iâm okay, thank you for looking out for me. I donât normally have people doing that very often.â
He frowned. He didnât like how often she spoke about how little help she got from other people. If anything, it made him want to take care of her even more than he already did.Â
âI should probably head back in. I still have three more hours of my shift,â she huffed, clearly reluctant. It was the last thing she wanted to do.
Harryâs expression softened, but his tone remained firm. âYou donât have to,â he said, his gaze holding hers, protective and unwavering.
Y/N frowned, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. âBut I need the job, Harry,â she whispered, her voice shaky. âI canât just leave.â
His jaw tightened at her words. He hated seeing her stuck in a place that didnât value her, where she wasnât respected. âI know you need the job,â he replied, gentler now, trying to ease her worry. âBut no job is worth being treated like that. Not by him.â
She bit her lip, glancing back at the store, anxiety clearly weighing on her. âWhat am I supposed to do, then? I canât afford to lose it.â
Harry stepped closer, his hand finding its way to her cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear. âYouâre not going to lose anything,â he said softly. âLet me take care of it. Of you.â
Y/N blinked up at him, her heart pounding. âTake care of me?â
âCome work with me,â He offered.Â
There werenât many positions available at Pleasing, but Harry didnât care. Heâd make something workâanything to keep her from going back into that place and dealing with the jerk inside.
âIn the city? I... I canât do that, Harry. I still have school, and my brothers...â
âYou can work around it,â he said quickly, eager to find a solution. âIâll pay for your gas to and from the city, or Iâll have someone drive you. Hell, Iâll drive you myself if it makes you feel better. Whatever you need. Just donât stay here.â
He sighed softly, taking her small hand in his larger one, her warmth a comfort even as doubt flickered between them. âJust... think about it, yeah?â His thumb traced gentle circles on the back of her hand, trying to ease the tension.
Y/N hesitated but nodded slowly. âOkay,â she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.
A grin spread across Harryâs face, his relief palpable. âThank you Bambi.â He swore he saw her pupils carve into love hearts at his words.Â
. . .Â
Y/N hadnât returned to her job at the store just as she promised Harry. It wasnât only because Harry was insistent she didnât go back but her manager had been pretty verbally abusive for quite some time now and she thought better than to go back and work for someone who was just plain mean.Â
A few days had passed and Saturday rolled around quickly. Y/N was giddy with excitement, preparing everything in time for Harry to pick her up to take her on their very first date this evening. She had arranged a babysitter to look after her brothers since her mother wouldnât be home until late. It wasnât often they splurged cash on hiring a babysitter but Y/N wasnât going to rearrange her date with Harry for anything.
Sheâd made a list of everything she needed to do: wash and blow dry her hair, shave every inch of her body, and paint her nails with the glazed pink polish sheâd ordered online. Her hair was in curlers as she carefully laid out her outfit for the eveningâa pink satin slip dress sheâd made herself, paired with white kitten heels that matched perfectly. With the season shifting into autumn, she added a thin white cardigan to keep her warm in case the night turned chilly on the way home.
She wanted to look perfect. Especially after the fiasco the other day when he had rescued her from her mean manager.Â
Everything seemed to move in slow motion the moment she laid eyes on the man from her phone. He was even more perfect than she had imaginedâtaller too. It still hadnât sunk in that she was about to go on a date with this manâthe one who wore a black suit to work and had saved her from cruel, terrifying managers.
And the way he spoke to her afterwards, comforting her with his big, heavy hands around her. She wanted him to pick her up and take her wherever he went.Â
Y/N sighed blissfully in front of her vanity. As Y/N finished her makeup, her phone buzzed with a message from Harry.Â
Harry: Just outside x
She peeked through the window, catching sight of him standing by a sleek black car, leaning casually against the door. He looked breathtaking in a fitted black suit, hands in his pockets as he scanned the street. Her nerves fluttered, a mixture of excitement and anticipation bubbling up. She took a deep breath, smoothed down her dress, and grabbed her cardigan before heading out the door.Â
The moment she stepped outside, Harryâs gaze snapped to her, dark and intense. He straightened up, eyes travelling over her form, taking in every detail of her appearance. The way he looked at her sent a shiver down her spine.
âYâ look stunning, Bambi,â he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. He took a step closer, his large hand cupping her cheek, thumb grazing her soft skin. âAll this fâ me?â
Y/N blushed, biting her bottom lip nervously. âI-I wore the dress you wanted,â she mumbled shyly, looking up at him through her lashes, âDo you like it?âÂ
ââS perfect,â He murmured lowly.Â
âReady to go, sweetheart?â He opened the car door for her, watching as she slid into the passenger seat, her delicate form contrasting with the dark interior of his Porshe. Harryâs eyes lingered on her legs for a moment before he shut the door and walked around to his side.
Once inside, he reached over, resting his hand on her thigh, the warmth of his touch comforting her immediately. âYou nervous?â he asked, glancing at her with a small smile, though the look in his eyes held a trace of dominance.
âA little,â Y/N admitted, her voice soft and shy.
Harry gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. âYâ donât have to be nervous around me, love, promise âm not scary. Least of all tâ you.âÂ
Y/N smiled, loving how he made it clear she was different, that he treated her in a way no one else could. It warmed her to feel special, especially when that feeling was rare for her.
As they drove, their conversation flowed easily. Y/N found herself opening up more and more, rambling about anything that came to mind. Harry listened intently, his smile soft as he asked questions, showing genuine interest in everything she said. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the car, and each time she answered bashfully, his lips curved.Â
Y/Nâs eyebrows furrowed as they drove deeper into the city. The lights grew brighter, illuminating a part of town she rarely found herself inâwhere the wealthy lived, with towering apartment complexes and upscale restaurants lining the streets. Harry pulled over in front of a sleek Italian restaurant, where a man stood waiting by the curb.
âAre we allowed to park here?â Y/N asked, her face bathed in the glow of the restaurantâs lights.
Harry suppressed a grin at her confusion. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell⊠I just assumed we werenât eating here, which is totally fine! You donât need to impress me with a fancy restaurant.â Her cheeks flushed pink as she tried to clarify.
Harryâs lips curled into a teasing smirk. âWhat if I told you we are eating here?â
Y/Nâs eyes widened in disbelief. âA-are we?â
Without answering, Harry reached for her hand, brushing his lips over the back of it. âYâ too cute,â he murmured. âCome on, theyâre waiting for us.â He stepped out of the car, passing his keys to the valet standing nearby, before adjusting his blazer and moving to open the door for her, his hand stretched out toward her for her to grab onto.Â
Y/N hesitated, her mind reeling. There was no way they were eating at this restaurantâthe kind with a year-long reservation list and three Michelin stars. Sheâd heard rumours that a single course here could cost more than her entire paycheck for the week. But as she took his hand and stepped out, it felt impossible to believe this was really happening.
Harry intertwined their fingers, offering a brief nod to the waiter who opened the door for them. âHarry⊠are you sure? They probably donât have any tables for people just walking in,â she whispered.
He chuckled softly. âDonât worry, love. I made some arrangements.â
Her brows furrowed in surprise. âArrangements? How?â
Stopping at the âPlease Wait to Be Seatedâ sign, Harry finally turned to her with a playful twinkle in his eye. âI own the restaurant.â
Y/Nâs mouth fell open as a waiter approached, menus tucked neatly under his arm. âGood evening, Mr. Styles. Your table is ready.â
Feeling like she was in a dream, Y/N walked hand-in-hand with Harry to a private table near the large glass windows at the back. The breathtaking view of the cityâs skyline stretched out before them, and the table, set for two, was tucked away to offer them some privacy.Â
As they were seated, Y/N couldnât help but notice the quiet stares and murmurs from other guests. She knew Harry owned a clothing business, but⊠just how successful was he?
The waiter laid the menus out in front of them and left them to decide what they wanted to order. Y/N hadnât even noticed as her wide eyes gazed around the room at the glowing chandeliers.Â
Harry reached for her hand beneath the table, âAre yâ okay love?â He asked. Y/Nâs gaze snapped towards him, âI hope âs not too much.â
âH-Harry, I really appreciate you bringing me here, I mean even stepping inside is a dream come true, but⊠I c-canât afford this.â She felt awful saying it but it was true and it was better to tell him now than when sheâd finished her meal, she wouldnât want him thinking she was out for his money.
Harry frowned, âBambi, this is a date. Yâ donât have to pay for anything.â
âB-but I canât use your money.â She told him.Â
She couldnât hear it but Harryâs heart was singing in his chest. She was exactly what he was looking for someone totally opposite to all the women he had dated in his past.Â
He cupped her cheek in his hand, âLook at me Y/N,â Big, doe eyes gazed into his, âPlease stop worrying and let me take care of you. I know yâ havenât been given that in the past but âm here now and I want this. I wanted to bring yâ here and I want yâ to be spoiled and I want to treat you in the way you deserve. So can you pick something from the menu and let me look after you Bambi baby, please? Think you can do that?â
Her lips parted, slowly nodding her head but she quickly said one last thing, âYou donât have to take me to fancy places to make me feel spoiled Harry. I already feel spoiled enough just getting to be with you.â
He smiled, eyes glistening under the low light of the chandelier. He placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed as a small thank you. âHave you decided what youâre going to eat?â
"Hmmm," Harry grinned, watching Y/N's pouted lips as she studied the menu with intense concentration. "I can't decide between the truffle pasta or the smoked salmon!" she huffed, clearly torn.
"How about this," he offered with a shrug, "Iâll get the smoked salmon, you get the truffle pasta, and we can share? That way you can try both."
She glanced up at him, her brow furrowing slightly. âYou donât want something else?â
He had been planning on ordering the steak and potatoes, but seeing how much this small decision seemed to weigh on her, he didnât mind changing his mind. The smoked salmon was one of his favourite dishes anyway.
When the waiter came over, Harry confidently placed the order for both of them, which made Y/N visibly relax. She hated the pressure of ordering her own food, so the simple act of him taking charge made her feel instantly at ease.
âWeâll make sure to have your order as a priority, Mr. Styles,â the waiter nodded respectfully before walking away.
Y/Nâs eyes widened in surprise. âWow. They must really like you here.â
Harry chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. âDidnât I mention I owned a clothing business?â
âMhm,â she nodded, âBut I thought it was just a boutique or something.â She shrugged, clearly unaware of the scale.
Harry laughed a warm, deep sound that made her stomach flip. âBambi,â he said, pulling her gently into his side until their cheeks were almost touching, âSee that guyâs sweater? That womanâs hat? And that ladyâs dress over there?â She nodded everytime he pointed towards them, her heart skipping a beat at their closeness. âWe made all of those.â
Her eyes widened in shock. âW-wait, you own Pleasing?â
Harry nodded, a small, proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Y/N couldnât even count how many times she had opened the Pleasing website, scrolling through pages of clothes she desperately wanted but couldnât afford. And now, she was sitting across from its ownerâno, she was on a date with him.
âMhm,â he hummed, pulling away slightly to gauge her reaction. "Which reminds me, have you given any more thought to the job?"
She had, actually. The idea had been rolling around in her mind ever since heâd mentioned it. "What's the role again?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
"My assistant," Harry replied smoothly. "Youâd help with emails, scheduling meetings, running errandsânothing too complicated. Just being my right hand.â
âWouldnât that be awkward, though? Since weâre, yâknow... dating?â
Harry smirked, catching the implication. "So, thereâs going to be a second date?" His teasing tone made her blush. âAnd if anything, it makes it better. Iâd get to see you every day instead of just texting."
âBut what about school?â Y/N asked, trying to think practically.
âWeâll figure it out,â he said easily. âWhatever you need. We can make it work.â
âShouldnât there be an interview or something?â she quipped, trying to lighten the moment, though her heart was racing.
Harry sighed dramatically, playing along. âAlright. Hello, Miss Y/L/N. Welcome to your official interview for the position of Mr. Stylesâ personal assistant.â
Y/N giggled, her nerves easing as she followed his lead. âWell, hello Mr. Styles. Thank you for having me.â
Harryâs lips curled into a smile, his eyes twinkling as he played along. âFirst question,â he said, leaning closer, their faces now just inches apart. âHow do you feel about spending every day with me? Answer carefullyâitâs a tough one.â
Y/N couldnât help but giggle, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. âWell, Mr. Styles, I think I could manage that.â
âGood answer,â he praised, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. âNext question: Can you handle a man whoâs very particular about his coffee?â
She tilted her head, raising an eyebrow in playful suspicion. âAre we talking normal particular, or... like, twelve-steps-to-make-a-single-cup particular?â
Harry chuckled, his dimples deepening. âMaybe somewhere in between. But donât worry, I can teach you.â
Y/N laughed softly, her nerves easing even more. Being around him was easy, naturalâlike slipping into something familiar and warm. âI think I could handle that.â
"One last question," Harry murmured, leaning in even closer. His gaze flickered to her lips for a brief second before locking back onto her eyes. "How do you feel about sneaking around with your boss?"
Her laughter died down, a trace of seriousness replacing it. She knew the risksâthings had to stay professional, no hint of their relationship could slip through especially since Harry would not only be her boss but was the Senior Director and had to have the respect of everyone. But still, she couldnât resist.
âI think it could be fun,â she whispered, her voice barely audible.
âGood,â He murmured, âI think youâve passed the test, Bambi,â Y/N noticed how close his lips were to hers, if she moved her face forward theyâd be touching, âAny questions?â
. . .Â
Harry pulled the car up to the curb just outside Y/Nâs house, the gentle hum of the engine fading as he switched it off. The street was quiet, the only light coming from the street lamps casting long shadows on the pavement. Inside her house, the windows were dark, and she silently hoped her brothers were already asleep, sparing her the awkwardness of explaining why she wasnât rushing inside.
The silence between them felt comfortable yet charged, neither making a move to leave. It was as if both of them knew the night shouldnât end yet, even though it had to at some point. Y/N looked down at her hands, nervously tracing the edge of her coat, stealing glances at Harry every few moments. He seemed deep in thought, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel, but the same hesitation hung in the air between them.
âThanks for dinner,â she said softly, her voice breaking the silence.
He turned to her, his expression soft but intent, as if weighing every word. âDonât need tâ thank me Bambi,â he replied, his eyes lingering on her face a moment longer than necessary.Â
âI wish I didnât have to go home,â She huffed, looking down at her fingers on her lap.
Harryâs lips curved into a small smile, but there was a seriousness in his eyes. He leaned back in his seat, turning his body slightly toward her. âYâ want to go back to mine?â
She wanted nothing more, the pain of saying no physically paining her, âM-my brothers... they have school,â she murmured.
âS okay,â He smiled.Â
The air between them felt thick with unspoken feelings, and she could feel her heart race as the weight of his gaze settled on her. He reached over, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch soft.
âBambi,â he said quietly, his voice suddenly more intimate, like he was laying something important on the table.
She turned to face him fully, her breath catching as his fingers brushed against her cheek, lingering just long enough to make her pulse race. The space between them seemed to vanish, and suddenly, all she could think about was the way his lips would feel against hers.
Neither of them spoke. The tension that had been simmering all evening finally boiled over. Harryâs hand cupped her cheek, and in that quiet moment under the dim streetlights, he leaned in.
The kiss was gentle at first, tentative, like they were both testing the waters. But as soon as their lips touched, a wave of emotion flooded over her, and she couldnât help but respond. Her hand found its way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, slow and lingering. It wasnât rushed or hurriedâjust soft, warm, and full of everything Y/N had been dreaming about for longer than she cared to admit.Â
When they finally pulled apart, Harry rested his forehead against hers, both of them catching their breath, their lips still tingling from the kiss. His hand lingered on her cheek, as though neither of them was ready to let the moment slip away just yet.
Y/N opened her mouth to say something, maybe to break the silence or make a joke about how long theyâd waited for this. But before she could speak, a loud thud startled her. She turned her head, eyes widening as the lights in her house flickered on. And there they wereâher brothers, pressed against the living room window, grinning like fools and making exaggerated kissy faces at them.
âOh my God,â Y/N groaned, mortified. Her face flushed a deep shade of red as she fumbled with her seatbelt. "This is so embarrassing."
She pushed the door open and scrambled out of her seat, grabbing her purse in a flurry of panic. âI am so sorry, Harry. I-I have to go,â she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush as she awkwardly tried to regain her composure. âThank you for dinner, a-and the kiss! Oh, and the job too!â
In her haste, her heel caught on a paving stone, and she stumbled slightly, her purse nearly slipping from her hand as she made her way toward the front door.
Harry watched her, his mouth half open, caught between amusement and disbelief. She was flustered, rambling, and absolutely adorable. He couldn't stop the soft chuckle that escaped him as he leaned back in his seat, shaking his head.
"Bambi!" he called out the car window, grinning. âI'll take that as a yes on the job?â
Y/N turned back briefly, her face flushed but her smile shy and genuine. âYes! Definitely yes!â she called over her shoulder, before hurrying inside, her brothers still laughing from the window.
As she disappeared through the door, Harry chuckled to himself, the warmth from their kiss still lingering. He turned the ignition on, shaking his head in disbelief at how the night had unfolded. It was far from the graceful goodbye he had imagined, but somehow, it felt perfect. He couldnât stop smiling as he pulled away from the curb.Â
Yeah, he thought to himself, that definitely meant she was taking the job.
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