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A Match Made in Hell

Part 3 of (???)

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A/n: This is so late, I'm so sorry for the wait. A lot of things have been going on lately.

I know it was originally going to be 4 parts but I had a few more ideas so I've been considering making it slightly longer.

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C/w:

"You sure there's nothing else I can get you?" The waitress says with a smile. You just look up to the kind face and try your best to smile back. "Oh, no, thank you, though." It was evening time at Madame Bo's but you've been occupying this booth for hours now, not sure where else to go. The light of the setting glowed throughout the place and radiated a nice warmth, causing you to feel at ease, causing you to doze off once or twice. "Alright, but Madame Bo insists that you have this until you're ready." They reach up to their tray and set a plate of bread sticks and rolls. This helps you keep your smile longer, helping it feel less strained.

You give a thankfully nod and reach out for one of the bread sticks. The waitress left, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You stared almost blankly at the bread sticks, feeling it's warm and crunchy texture in your hand. You didn't really feel hungry right now, in general, you didn't eat that much anymore. If it wasn't for Bo, you probably would've starved yourself.

It was so strange. Back at the Artika it was you constantly running around people making sure they were fed. Tomas, Kuai, and Cyrax were always so busy that you often had to remind them to eat. You giggle to yourself, oh, how the tables have turned.

"Well, are you going to finish that?" You're brought back to the present. You look up, Kung Lao and you feel your body relax. "Lao, you're early." You get up to hug him. "I know, try not to get used to it." He mused as he smiled to you. He said as he sat himself on the other side of the booth. He immediately attacked the appetizers, shoving bread sticks and rolls hungry into his mouth. You tried not to laugh at the sight of it, "Where's Raiden?" At this, Lao pointed outside the booth, you lean to the side to see and there is Raiden, or you think it's Raiden. You see him struggling towards you, trying to balance two giant trays of food and drinks. He slowly approached, wobbling this way and that, trying desperately not to spill anything.

You giggle a little as you rise from your seat and walk over to him. You take the tray off revealing Raiden's anxious face. "Oh, Hello there, Y/n." He sighs in relief as you take some of the load off. "Need some help?" You muse as you hold try in your arms. "That would be much appreciated." He nods gratefully as follows you to the booth, once there he side eyes as he sets the tray down . "This one was supposed to help me. But when I reached for the trays, I looked over and his was gone." By now, Lao ate almost all the appetizers, his mouth was crammed full of bread sticks, he looked at Raiden innocently with puppy dog eyes as if he was trying to say 'who, me?'. Raiden fixed him a hard stern as the two began to face off for a moment. Everything went still, your eyes darted from one to the other. Finally Raiden defaulted and chuckled to himself, "Oh, how could I ever stay mad at that face?" With a sigh he plopped down next to Lao.

---

You had met Kung Lao and Raiden when you first came to the village. Madem bo had introduced you to them, encouraged them to let you stay with them, and they were so nervous. They remembered just how horrible Bi-Han was, they immediately assumed that since you were his wife, you'd be just as bad or even worse. Maybe you'd have a temper like him, maybe you would snap any second and attack them, they didn't know. When you first moved in with them they walked on eggshells and avoided you at all costs.

This didn't help your mental state at all, making you feel even more alone and isolated than when you first arrived. The journey from the Artika was lonely as it was scary, you wish you had someone to keep you company. When you arrived in Fengjian you had hoped to find someone, anyone to talk to. Madame Bo was wonderful, but she was always busy. So when she introduced you to them, she described them so wonderfully, maybe you believed every word she said because you were desperate to find some form of friendship, but you were excited to meet them.

So imagine your disappointment to see that they seem to want nothing to do with you. You'd wake and they'd be gone, you come home and they'd come when you were asleep. So one day you beat them before they woke up before they did. Lung awoke to the scent of something really good baking. It was like he was in trance as he rose up from his bed and basically slept walking into the kitchen. When Raiden awoke to leave, he found You and Lao in the kitchen. You were at the stove cheerfully cooking as Lao stuffed his face with pancakes.

They were in shock at how different you were compared to Bi-Han. They wanted to ask you so many questions. How did you and Bi-Han meet? How did someone Bi-Han bag an angel like you? Why did you leave him? But the moment they brought up Bi-Han, they noticed a look in you eyes. As if talking about him was too painful. They often wondered what happened between you two

Whatever it was, it had to have been really bad, they saw how heartbroken and miserable you were despite how hard you tried to hide it. They often hear you up in the middle of the night crying for hours on end. They wanted so badly to help you, maybe sit you down and talk to you about it. But even now, they fear that you're not ready to talk about it. So they decided it would be best to leave it alone for now, going as far as using code names to about him in front of you with upsetting you.

---

"Lao and I can't stay long." You stop stirring your food around to look up to meet Raiden's eyes. It was dark outside now. You had spent hours laughing with the two that you hadn't noticed just his late it was. "Oh, what happened?" You say, trying not to sound too distressed by this. Raiden and Kung Lao were often busy training at the Wu Shi. They were gone for quite a few weeks, sometimes even months, and they got only just a few days to stay in Fengjian. You enjoyed it whenever they were here, things were so lonely back at their place. "When will you be leaving?"

"We have to go back tonight. We came here to see you one last time before we leave. Liu Kang's says something as about a potential threat. Something about a sorcerer called 'Shang Tsung'." Raiden says, a hint of worry in his voice. You once heard a sorcerer called Shang Tsung, it was one of the names Sektor mentioned had became allied with the Lin Kuei through "you-know-who". You didn't know much about who he was, you knew more about his Quan Chi and his sisterhood of shadow. One of them most especially. You felt a shiver down your spine. "I...be careful, okay? This sounds dangerous." You say fearfully. "You worry too much, Y/n," Lao gives you a reassuring smile. "We're warriors, this is what we trained for. We should be worrying about you." You would be home alone all over again. Raiden and Lao often wondered about you whenever they were away, you were still so new here, hardly knowing anyone besides them and Madam Bo. It sounded quite lonely.

"Oh, don't worry about me...I-I won't be alone tonight." You say sheepishly. Raiden raised his brow as Kung Lao sat up in his seat. "Oh? Are we talking about that "special friend" of yours?" Lao looked at you with a knowing gaze. You felt your face run hot under gaze. "He's just a friend! He's visiting me before he leaves to do business." You try to explain yourself, but Lao still looks at you as if he knows that it isn't that simple. "I hope you have a wonderful time with him, Y/n." Raiden tries to cut in, he has an encouraging look in his eyes. Your face felt hotter as he looked at you with his smile. "I-I mean I hope he has a wonderful time with you-WAIT NO!- I-I mean I hope you have...um...uh" it was now Raiden who was blushing as he tried to correct himself. You both avoid each other's eyes as you look down as your faces burn bright red with blush. Lao Burt's out laughing at the state you two are in, causing many people in the restaurant to look at your booth.

"W-We should be going." Raiden quickly rises to his feet. "So soon? We haven't even given Y/n any good advice so she can have a 'wonderful time'." Raiden grabs Kung Lao ear forcing him to rise out of his seat with a 'ow'. "Last I checked, you have never had a 'wonderful time' so I don't know what advice you could give her." Raiden looks at you embarrassed, "Y/n, be safe, okay? You know how to contact us if anything goes wrong." And with that he turns and leaves. "Be sure to breathe through your nose and maintain eye contact when you-Ow!" Lao tried to call back before Raiden drags him away.

Now you're here alone in your booth. More importantly, alone with your thoughts. You enjoy Raiden and Kung Lao company because for a while, you don't think about what happened. But when you're alone, you remember the memory of your husband, arms wrapped tight around another woman, a demon no less. "I need you." He whispers into her ear as he begins to undo his pants.

In Fengjian you have found a great amount of peace and joy. You've made new friends and finally found some stability that makes you feel safe. And with that, you found the time to finally think about all that happened. You've tried to do not to think of it that much, to think of Bi-Han. But it's so hard. What happened? How did it come to this? You did everything right. You stayed quiet unless he spoke to you, you taught yourself how to cook just for him, you learned every way you could satisfy him, you diminished yourself completely just so he could have his perfect little wife. You even tried to get pregnant multiple times, not because you generally wanted a child, but because he had dreams of being a father. Where did you go wrong? You thought you did everything right.

Why weren't you enough for him? You threw away your entire life just for him. You stopped talking tof69 all your friends and family because they warned you that he was no good. You had nothing now, because you made Bi-Han your everything, you loved him so much it hurted sometimes. You felt everything inside you crumble when you saw him with that Demon. Her smile still haunts you at night when you try to sleep. Now that you think about it, you struggle to sleep many nights. Your mind wonders. Was that the first time he cheated on you, or did he do it multiple times and you just never found out. Bi-Han and Sektor always seemed close, were they sleeping together behind your back too!?!

---

Outside, the sun had set and you were climbing down the stairs of warm chaos of the restaurant and into the cool night. The fresh air of the outside and the sound of crickets made you feel at ease. "Leaving without saying goodbye, how rude." You hear a sweet elderly voice as you walk out of the restaurant. "I'm sorry, Madame Bo, it's getting late a-and I have to meet someone." Madame Bo climbed down the steps to, the lanterns outside her restaurant illuminated her skin giving it an ethereal glow. "You left so soon you almost forgot this." In Bo' hands was a to-go plate, steam flowed out of it's opening as she handed it to you. You could smell the food inside, it caused to form a wide smile as you sighed at the scent. "You're too good to me." You sigh gratefully as you enjoy the heat emanating from the box.

Ever since you arrived in Fengjian Bo had made it her job to look after you. She offered you a job at her restaurant, whenever you came here Bo would insist on feeding you until you could hardly breathe, and best of all, she only charged you half the price. Honestly, it was the most loved thing you felt in a while. You cut ties with your mother because she didn't approve of your marriage to Bi-Han. You haven't seen her years. By the Elder Gods, you miss her so much. You eyes get hot, you try to open your mouth thank Bo but you can already feel how shaky your voice is. "Y/n..." Bo's eyes drowned with sympathy for you. "I-I'm fine..." You softly reassured her, battling tears from coming out your eyes. You did know which one you felt so stupid for, the fact that you left everything behind for him or because you still loved him. You still dreamed of him coming here to bring you back home, where there was no Sareena, just you and him.

"I don't know what happened between you two, but..." Bo found herself lost in her thoughts as she looked at you sadly, her concern making you feel worse inside. "Bo..." You say as you take her hand and give her a reassuring smile. "...there's no need to worry about me." You squeeze her hand gently as you try to force the smile to be bigger. "I promise... I-I'm just fine." You forced a smile on your face. Madame Bo let out a soft sigh as she lays a cup on your cheek. "Well, I'm here when you're not fine." Bo turned from you, she slowly climbed the steps until she was at the door. "Take care, Y/n. Tell that 'special friend' of yours that I said hi." And with that, she gently closes the door.

---

The road home was quiet, just what you needed. A cold breeze flowed through the night air, it was nice. You felt at peace. You just focused on the sound of your heart against the quiet of trees. Kung Lao and Raiden lived just a little farther, in a house you'd be alone in. It'll only be for just a few days, you tried to convince yourself. Besides, your friend will keep you company just enough.

"Lady Y/n." You sound around so fast that you were dizzy for a few seconds. Standing before you was a Lin Kuei. A young man, you recognized his voice immediately. You remember he was one of the newest members to pass their training as become full fledged Lin Kuei. You stumbled back a few steps. Your eyes darted all over him as you begin to panic. "Forgive me, but I couldn't wait another minute." You clear your throat and straighten up. "State your purpose." you say firmly, hoping that he doesn't see the fear in your eyes. He nods, "The Grandmaster requests your presence," he walked up to you, a cold and discoplined look in his eyes. "I have come to collect you."

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The restaurant was a lot busier today. Waitresses busied around the place with trays of food for their waiting customers. You chose a different booth today, one on a higher level, the highest one you could get. There were always less people up here during noon so you were basically alone besides maybe at least 5 other people. You always picked your booth at a lower level, so Madame assumed you'd be down there so she didn't think to look for you up here. That was for the best. You needed to be alone to think. You replay what was said over and over again in your head, a blank look on your face. You look like you're in a daze, like your body was here but your mind was far away, add that with a hint of dread in your eyes and you looked insane. You've been like that since last night. Your friend asked you if you were okay, you had rushed into the house in a panic as if you were running from something. You assured him you were fine, you were just really excited to see him. Thank God he couldn't hear how hard your heart was pounding.

You couldn't sleep, you came to Madame Bo's the moment it opened early in the morning and you've stayed in this booth ever since. Your booth was right next to a window, since you were so high up you had a nice view of Fengjian. The village looked so busy with people buzzing here and there to get on with their lives, the fields where farmers slaved under the hot sun to bare fruit, the valleys just beyond the village glowed under the sun's rays. You look at the picture before you. This place brought you so much peace, so much joy. The most joy you've felt in so long. It's a shame you'll have to leave it all behind.

"Is this seat taken." A voice drew you out of your thoughts by a familiar voice. "Raiden!" you gasp as you rise to your feet to meet him. You find yourself quick to wrap your arms around him; you take in his warmth; you stay there for a few seconds. "I thought you were supposed to be at the Academy." You finally let Raiden go and fall back into your seat, "I am...but I wanted to see you one last time before I left." Raiden says as he sits himself across the table from you. You stared at Raiden questionably, a flattered stare painted your face. "You came back just for me?" Raiden smiles sheepishly as he blushes a little. "Yes, I...I...uh...wow that is a wonderful view." Raiden quickly changes the subject, he stares longingly at the window.

Raiden was acting weird, but you didn't care. You actually welcomed the distraction, your mind was so middled and conflicted, it felt nice to be taken out of it for just a few seconds. "Fengjian..." He sighs. "Fengjian..." You sigh in agreeance. You both stared out the window for a pleasant while. Raiden was bathed under the light from the window. You admire how he glowed, coupled with the gentle smile on his face, it was almost like he was a god with how much he glowed. Can you imagine that, Raiden, a god? You found yourself let out another soft giggle.

"What?" Sight of your giggling was contagious, Raiden found himself smiling even wider and trying not to laugh. "Oh, nothing. I-I think you just look really...nice." you found your face burning and you weren't why. Because of the sun or because of the blush painting your face a suble red. You noticed Raiden also blushing as he nodded gratefully. "Uh, thank you. I think you look nice as well."

Silence, again. Raiden finally interrupted it with a gulp, "So...how did you you...uh...date-thing go?" You felt yourself blushing ever harder as you remember. You were so caught up with the bigger half that you barely thought about it. "It went, I guess, we watched Johnny's new movie. It was really nice." You recalled it all so fondly. A large smile spreads across your face, Raiden shifts uncontrollably at this. "That's good, I'm happy that you enjoyed yourself." Once again, silence. But this time, you noticed nothing about Raiden. It's written all over his face, it's like he wants to say something. Something important.

"Y/n. I can't stay for much longer. I came back because I wanted to tell you...I lo-" Raiden immediately bites his lips as he stops himself. He clears his throat and straightens up. "....I don't know what happened between you and...him, but me, Lao, Madame Bo are here for you. We won't let him hurt you." Raiden looks you dead in the eyes as he makes this promise. You feel your eyes begin to burn with tears again. And again, you fight them off. "I...thank you, Raiden. I love you all so much..." You rise from your seat. "But some things...some things I need to deal with by myself." You walk out of the booth and walk to the stairs. You don't look back, you don't see Raiden longingly looking at you as you leave.

---

It was colder tonight. Cold and unforgiving, as if Bi-Han himself were. You paced back and forth as you waited uneasily for any sign of the Lin Kuei. He was insistent, almost forceful, about his mission. And you were unsure what to say. You wanted to go back to Bi-Han, but after all he's done to you, how he betrayed you, how he shattered you. And you build an entirely new life, you loved it here, you loved all the people you met and made bonds with, the longer you stayed here the less you missed the Artika. You hated how conflicted you were. You were scared too, what if Bi-Han sends more Lin Kuei. Ones who aren't as patient as this one? What lengths will he go to get you back to the Artika?

At that second, you see a figure forming in a dark distance. The Lin Kuei's hard eyes are the first thing you see as he approaches. You take a deep breath as you walk up to meet him. "Thank you for waiting." You find the strength to settle your voice so it Isn't as shaky as when you rehearsed what you were going to say. He stares at you coldly, you stare back at him in the eye.

"As for what Bi-Han orders, tell him that he can go back to hell."

---

A/n: In the next part... Bi-Han isn't happy, also Y/n's "special friend".

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hi hi could you do an fwb2lovers wonwoo with some angst but happy ending? I really love your works!!! thank you 😊

Friends with Benefit to Lovers - Wonwoo

a/n: thank you for all the luv, xoxo 💋❤️

warnings: suggestive ending, angst, fluff, being left out, reconciliation.

you and Wonwoo have been tight since freshman year, forged through late-night cram sessions, shared slices of greasy pizza, and endless games of FIFA. it's that kind of friendship where you know each other's quirks better than your own.

one friday evening, you find yourselves at a frat party, the air thick with the scent of cheap beer and the bass from the speakers pounding against your chest, you're just happy to be along for the ride, nursing a red cup of something that tastes suspiciously like punch.

you watch from a distance as a girl from Wonwoo's course sidles up to him, their conversation growing more animated by the minute. part of you wants to intervene, to remind Wonwoo of your existence, but another part—the stubborn part—refuses to budge. so you sit there, nursing your drink and pretending not to care. 

you had drunk so much that the party went by too quickly, the cheap alcohol from the punch felt like a punch to your liver. some of your friends still tried to talk to you, but your social battery had already run out.

so, you stay put on the worn-out couch, drowning your thoughts in another cup of punch that's probably more sugar than anything else. the party is winding down, people stumbling out the door in twos and threes, but you're stuck here, waiting for Wonwoo's ride back to the dorms.

time stretches on, each minute feeling like an eternity as you wait for Wonwoo to notice you. finally, he appears in front of you, his expression unreadable. "let's go?" he says, his tone flat.

you stand up without a word, ignoring his outstretched hand as you make your way to the door. the car ride is suffocating in its silence, each passing mile stretching the tension between you until it feels like it might snap.

back in the dorm, you head straight for the bathroom, needing a moment to yourself. as you're drying your hair with a towel, Wonwoo's voice cuts through the silence like a knife. "why are you like this?" he demands, his frustration palpable.

you whirl around, towel still clutched in your hand. "remembering my existence now?" you snap. Wonwoo's taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he asks.

you square your shoulders, refusing to back down.

"it means you've been ignoring me all night, and now you expect me to act like everything's okay? i'm not a mind reader, Wonwoo. i can't just pretend like nothing's wrong."

"are you telling me this because of soojin?" he asks, his voice tinged with frustration.

you roll your eyes, unable to mask your irritation. "like it's not obvious," you mutter under your breath.

Wonwoo's expression softens, and he takes a step closer, reaching out as if to touch your arm. "look, she's just a girl from my class. we were talking about a new project, that's all. there's no need to feel jealous."

you scoff, cutting him off before he can finish.

"jealous? you think i was jealous?" you shoot back, incredulous. "no, i wasn't. i just didn't want to go to a party and be alone the whole fucking time!"

you let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through your hair in exasperation.

"yes, i was with my friends," you concede, your tone softer now. "but i came with you, Wonwoo. and i... i wanted to spend time with you."

"i know, i know," he starts, his tone apologetic yet tinged with frustration. "but i thought you'd be fine with your friends for a bit. i didn't mean to make you feel left out."

you let out a heavy sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

"it's not just about being fine with my friends," you say, your voice quieter now, tinged with hurt. "i came here with you, Wonwoo. i wanted to spend time with you. but instead, i felt like i was just tagging along while you hung out with someone else."

Wonwoo's shoulders slump, his gaze dropping to the floor as he rubs the back of his neck.

"i didn't realize you felt that way," he admits, his voice quiet.

"well, now you do," you reply, crossing your arms over your chest. "and it sucks feeling like i'm just some afterthought."

you collapse onto the couch, the weight of the argument draining every ounce of energy from your body. you're exhausted, emotionally spent, and all you want to do is close your eyes and forget about the whole thing.

but before you can even think about resting, Wonwoo kneels down in front of you, his expression soft with concern. you meet his gaze, the weariness in your eyes mirrored in his own.

"hey," he says gently, reaching out to take your hand in his. "are you okay?"

you nod, a small sigh escaping your lips. "yeah," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo squeezes your hand, his touch warm and comforting. "i'm really sorry about earlier," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "i didn't mean to upset you."

you manage a weak smile, the tension in your chest easing slightly at his words. "it's okay," you assure him, the weight of the argument already starting to feel lighter.

Wonwoo leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "i just want you to know that you mean a lot to me," he murmurs, his words a whispered promise. "I didn't realize how much my actions were affecting you. you're not just some afterthought, I promise."

you feel a weight lift from your chest as he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. 

his tongue finds its way into your mouth, exploring every crevice with a familiarity that makes you mewl. you melt into his embrace, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as if you never want to let him go.

that was another thing about Wonwoo – he had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world, like nothing else mattered except the two of you in that moment.

as the kiss deepens, you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips against yours, the taste of him lingering on your tongue like a sweet addiction.

he pull back slightly so both of you can breathe.

"you're not just my friend," wonwoo confesses, "you're... you're so much more than that."

your heart feels like it's about to burst from your chest as you search his eyes.

"I've been scared to say it, scared to admit it even to myself," Wonwoo admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "but I can't deny it any longer. I love you."

"I love you too," you whisper, the words spilling from your lips before you can stop them. "I've loved you for so long."

he kisses your forehead, your lips, giving the smile that you've always loved.

you pull back, caressing his chin and jaw with your hands.

"you know," you murmur, "just because you're sorry doesn't mean i'm going to go easy on you."

Wonwoo chuckles "i wouldn't expect anything less," he replies.

you smirk, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through you. "good," you say, your tone teasing. "because i have a few ideas about how you can make it up to me."

[akuma-coffee]

"i love you"

satoru gojo x reader

cw: kissing, fwb arrangement but no smut, suggestive? , light angst to comfort 2k words

gojo never stays the night.

granted, it's not like you've ever popped the question, but attempts have been made at keeping within the warm confines of your sheets. an arm wrapped around him, your head placed over his heart; yet he never seems to take the bait. the longest he's stayed with you is an hour, even going as far to snake an arm around your shoulders and pull you in close - but just as you were drifting off, he had to go. 

you did know what you were getting into, as even if it wasn't explicitly said, satoru isn't exactly known for his romanticism. if anything, he's known as an unstoppable force, an untouchable figure, with too much money and childish nature, often resulting in a little too much flamboyance. but it's all for show, because when he's tangled within your sheets, he's different. sweet.

sure, most of the time he's just fucking you for the fun of it, but sometimes he kisses you so tenderly and holds you so close that you're almost lulled into some kind of security with him, like you're his. unfortunately it always ends, and even if you hope and pray for some kind of development in your relationship, the next time he comes over it's all back to normal.

your phone's on silent, but you don't miss the notification on your screen. with pen in hand and papers to mark you almost ignore it, but face id means your screen's already unlocked, and you're able to see it's him - he's asking if you're free.  in truth, you aren't. you're supposed to be working late alongside shoko marking student reports, but for him you'll make yourself readily available by whatever means. 

"are you listening?" shoko sighs, and you don't glance up from your phone.  "sorry, i'm gonna have to have to go." you speak monotonously while preoccupied with thoughts of the man you're far too infatuated with, and it's a tone shoko knows all too well. her frown sets much deeper as your fingers glide over your keyboard to tell him you'll be a half hour. 

"please tell me you're not ditching me for satoru."

finally, your eyes set over hers. she wears her disapproval so thickly, and so shamelessly. if eyes could kill, ieiri's sure would. she lets out a lengthy breath before deciding you're more deserving of her pity than annoyance, slumping back against her chair. it groans as she moves.

"this thing you've got, it will end in tears."

"i know." you consider furthering the conversation and allowing more detail, letting her onto the fact that the snowy haired psycho is in fact different when in your presence, he's so much brighter, and kinder... but you decide against it almost as soon as the idea had popped into your mind. she'd probably just play therapist and deter you from your endeavour (of winning his heart), and you didn't want to hear her voice your deepest fears - that satoru doesn't feel the same way.

it's not a long journey home, and with the perks of teleportation satoru is able to get to you within a heartbeat. he's already pushing you toward the bed within minutes of being in your presence, his lips hungry against yours. his hands traverse the peak of your hips, dragging upward to the trough, conveniently slipping those fingers under your work shirt to grasp at the flesh beneath.

there's always a little bit of buffer time in your brain when he arrives, a minute or two needed to disconnect your racing brain and relax, to ignore that build up of nerves and focus on the present. you lay back on the mattress and he takes his place between your legs, your shirt already in a heap on the rug - but you're not able to shake those thoughts. you try to push it all down and lean into his touch, yet shoko's words still hang heavy. 

it must be that whatever ditch you would force these memories into had been crammed all too densely, because not only are you unable to shake this feeling of impending doom, you're also reminiscing on things you hadn't wanted to think about. late nights with satoru, laying beside him basking in the aftermath of your intimacy, and all the feelings that are tied to his presence. 

these memories weren't as neatly packed away as you'd thought. in fact, they're overflowing, and they're unforgiving. you realise now, you're in love with him. you know it as well as your own name. 

 his lips trail to your neck, blindfold still on. it tickles your skin. 

you think back to a moment a few months back, when this had all just begun. a simple gesture of ordering pizza when you'd known he hadn't eaten, a shared meal after you'd come down from your highs. he'd gone to leave, but of course you'd do anything to make him stay just that little bit longer. 

"for me?" you can still hear the way he'd asked when you brought through two boxes, and the way his expression softened. he watched you grow closer to the bed, his upper half nude and slouching on the headboard. you smiled, just as you always do with him, one of the boxes suddenly resting in his lap. the smugness you're used to had left him in that moment, and when you stuck the tv on, it felt natural. domestic. it was like the real him sat beside you that night, but after he'd eaten and the episode ended, he was gone.

satoru pulls back and you're shoved back into the real world, opening your eyes to the black fabric that envelops his face. it's impossible to read him when he's like this, though you're never able to ask him to remove it. your hands move up from the back of his neck and rest at the seam, and you stare at the cotton as if you're looking him in the eye. you wonder if you are, or if he's denying you that. 

"what's wrong?" he asks as if he's intrigued more than concerned, and you swallow, breaking your imaginary eye contact to look over his shoulders. they're bare, though you don't really remember helping him out of his shirt. "it's nothing." you try to pass it off as such, a weak curve of lips, but he doesn't drop it.  "just tell me." he's buttering you up with his gentle tone. you ignore him and tug on his head to bring him back to you, but satoru doesn't stop. 

"i'm just tired, that's all." there's silence following your statement, and he doesn't seem all that convinced, though after a few seconds tick by, he appears to have dropped whatever he was thinking.  "i'll go, then." there's something in his voice that you're unable to place a finger on, it's similar to disappointment, though not quite it. you swallow your pride. 

"i just," you drag your fingertips over the fabric. "was wondering if you'd take this off."   the playfulness returns, and you're a little tense, but he doesn't seem to notice.  "what, you don't like it?" he teases you, and you feign a smile in return.  "not here." you're hoping you sell your words well, otherwise he'll know you're feeling unnerved and likely leave. he stills and you tug at the fabric, brushing the longer strands of hair and scaling his undercut until the tightness finally gives and you're able to unwrap the blindfold. 

your heart picks up pace when his eyes are boring into you, very evidently judging your every move when you toss the unravelled cotton to one side. it's not often you're able to examine them so closely. they're both beautiful and intimidating, adorned with white lashes, swimming in the deepest hues of blue you've ever seen. 

"i love you." the words leave your lips before you've processed them, and your mouth suddenly casts a downward turn as you watch his eyebrows raise, and lips part. genuine surprise meddles with satoru's features. you grit your teeth and cower back into the mattress.  "that's a big word." his reply makes your heart sink from your chest to your stomach in a way it never has before. your eyes gloss over. 

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that." for a moments pass you think he's going to continue, he's quiet, and staring at your lips. but he doesn't, instead furthering the distance between you by pushing himself back onto his forearms and letting the air nip at your prickled skin. you've blown it, there's no way satoru is going to keep this going now. 

"it's alright." he appears distant in his expression and reply, yet doesn't get off of you. you're left to question what he's thinking.  "satoru?" his name rolls from your tongue so naturally. he let you call him that after your first hook-up, gojo was too impersonal. he'd been calling you by your first name long before that, though. 

"sorry." he looks hollow. "i haven't heard that in years." 

you furrow your brow and begin to ask what he'd meant by that, but the words fizzle out. shoko made vehemently clear you were never to mention geto's name in satoru's presence. his first, and only love. it's one of the few times you've also seen shoko so genuinely upset. 

"i'm so sorry." you voice again, though this time there's a dip in your voice. satoru looks as though he has re-entered the room when your words falter, and he's staring right at you with no mercy. he leans back toward you, connecting his lips to yours in a heartbeat with a loving and gentle movement. he's pressed against you so snugly you almost forget to breathe, his hand encasing your cheek so firmly it's as if he expects you to fall from his grasp and shatter. 

there's a warm droplet on your face and you tighten your eyes under the assumption it's one of your own tears - only you realise the placement isn't quite right. peering through half open lids you're able to see water pooling at satoru's lash line, just enough to blink away into a single tear. you place your palms over his shoulders to push him back, but he has already taken his lips from you, and instead placing his head at the nape of your neck. you slide your hands down and around, circling around his torso and squeezing. he sniffles, and although you know he won't cry in front of you, this is certainly close to it. 

"i didn't notice, i'm sorry." his words are spoken into that nook, and muffled by your skin. you close your eyes, exhaling.  "it's alright." from all of the ways you'd thought this might have gone, this wasn't it. you're doused in disappointment, it's like you've taken a dunk into a bath full of ice; it chills you to the bone. 

"i really..." he speaks slowly, tiptoeing around how he's about to phrase his confession. "jujutsu has a hold over us, you could never really have me."  "you're not just a sorcerer, satoru. you deserve to be loved." you feel heat in your nose as your own tears bubble, but you don't allow them to surface. instead, you're left with clouded vision and a runny nose as you stare up at your ceiling. you circle a thumb over satoru's back. "but, if you don't feel the same, it's okay." that's a lie, it would definitely not be okay, you'd want to set yourself on fire. "no, i do." your heart feels as if it's about to jump out of your chest. "but there's no curse more twisted than love." 

you loosen your grip and take his face back between your hands, pulling him back to have his face before your own.  "it's gonna be okay." you offer a small smile to accompany your words of comfort, and satoru wants to trust you. 

you glance down to your half dressed body, then back to him. "will you stay the night? we can order in, watch some tv." it's funny how you feel more exposed than ever while, in comparison to your past encounters, being decently covered. "we can start small." 

"yeah, okay." he pauses, before pushing off of the mattress. "i want pizza." there's no hiding the grin that seizes your face as you grab your phone, pulling up your favourite restaurant. 

[loganshouseofworship]

Can you do something with Logan that is super angsty? Maybe you two get in a fight over his career and your career? Then both of you realize that you can live without each other and end up getting back together.

Thank you!!

I can’t live without you — Logan Sargent x reader

“I can’t do this anymore Logan,” you said, cramming your clothes into your suitcase.

“Do what? What’s going on?” Logan asked

“Stand by and watch as Williams destroys your career” you said.

“Williams isn’t destroying my career, what are you talking about?” Logan says slightly, raising his voice.

“Yea they are Logan but you're so blinded by your loyalty to the team you can’t see it” you yelled through the tears.

“Wait a minute, you can’t leave!”

“Yes, I can” you said, your voice steady but tears were flowing down your face. “I can’t do this anymore”

“What do you mean you can’t do this anymore!” Logan yelled as you went to slam the door shut, but Logan grabbed the door and stopped it.

“That team is destroying you Logan, it's taking its toll on your mental health. you can’t keep putting yourself through this” you said, as you put a hand on Logan’s arm.

“Williams doesn’t care about you. They used your signing as a PR move to bring in more American formula one fans and you're too blind to see that” you tell him.

“Don’t say that! Williams cares about me! They brought me in, they believed in me!”

“That’s just what they want you to believe. They’re using you…I don't know why I'm wasting my breath. I know you're going to stay. I don't know what I was thinking. I mean you left a team that loved you and cared about you, and now you're throwing it away for a team that's going to drag you through the mud.”

“Stop. Stop saying those things.” Logan said harshly. “I’m not throwing anything away. My loyalty to Williams is what’s been pushing me to do my best and not make a mistake.”

“Keep telling yourself that Logan” you say finally leaving the hotel room.

“No, wait!” Logan yelled into the hallway as you shut the door. You kept walking and didn’t turn around.

“Damnit!” Logan yelled.

“She’ll come back, she’ll come to see that it’s all going to be okay.” Logan muttered to himself.

Hours later, Logan was sitting in front of his laptop in the dark looking at old pictures of them together.

A photo of you two, looking happy came into view.

“Maybe loyalty isn’t the most important thing?” He whispered to himself.

A few weeks have gone by since the Australian Grand Prix since the night you left Logan alone in the hotel room. Logan’s home race was coming up and he wasn’t going to lie he was nervous as all get out.

Logan missed you and he realized that you were right about the team. They didn’t care about him, not like you had. Fans started noticing that Logan was looking more tired and exhausted than before the bags under his had darkened. They looked so dark that it looked like he had black eyes.

Logan’s eyes were red from lack of sleep, from stress, from working nonstop to show the team what he was made of. He looked so worn out, and it was breaking your heart. You knew that he was pushing himself too hard, and it was beginning to take a toll on his mental health, and you just wanted to be there to support him.

The race weekend was approaching, and he was still working late into the night, trying to perfect his setup. Logan’s exhaustion was beginning to show, he looked like a shell of himself. He had lost weight, and his eyes were dark and sunken. The fan base was starting to get worried about him.

You weren’t doing much better yourself. You were worried sick about him, every day. You’d lost weight, you could barely sleep because all you did was worry and think about him.

Your friends tried to comfort you, but you weren’t listening to anyone, you were focused on one thing, on getting him back.

You would spend all night and day looking for flight deals online, trying to find a way to get home and see him again. But every time you looked, they were all sold out. It felt like the universe was against you, but really it just wanted you to wait a little bit longer, to wait until the right time to reunite you.

You would constantly check the calendar, seeing how many days there were left before you could get on a flight and see him again.

Time was passing so slowly, and it felt like it was never going to end. But then finally, the day came when your flight was confirmed, and you were on your way back.

You were just hours away from seeing him again, but the feeling of relief and anxiety were equally strong. You knew you wanted to see him, but at the same time, a part of you was scared of what he would say, or that he might have moved on.

You landed in the US, and you could barely contain your emotions, you were nervous and excited, and a million other things at the same time, as you got to your car. You just wanted to get to the hotel and see him as soon as possible, but at the end of the day, you also wanted to get it right, to do this the right way.

Your stomach was in knots as you pulled into the hotel, and you felt your heart racing. You couldn't believe you were actually doing this, you couldn't believe you were actually back in the US.

You took a deep breath, and walked through the doors into the hotel, up to his room.

You stopped in front of the room, taking a moment to collect yourself before knocking on the door.

After what felt like an eternity, he opened the door. Logan’s face had gone pale, and the stress and exhaustion that had been weighing on him disappeared.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, his mouth was dry, and he could barely get the words out.

“I had to see you, I had to come back” you replied, trying to get the words out.

He opened the door wider, inviting you in, you slowly walked past him, and he could feel the tension in the air.

“I’ve missed you” Logan whispered, his heart began to beat faster and faster, he was overcome with emotion, and he pulled you into a tight embrace.

“I’ve missed you too” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck, and burying your head into his chest.

He pulls you even closer to him, not letting you go.

The air felt thick between the two of you, neither wanted to break the embrace, neither wanted to talk, neither wanted anything more than to feel close to each other again.

Finally, after a long moment, he broke the embrace and stepped back, wiping his eyes, he had almost cried right then and there.

“I’m-I’m so sorry” he said, unable to stop the words from pouring out.

“For what? “ You asked, you had no idea what he was apologizing for. All you knew was that you wanted to be in his arms again.

“I know I’ve been distant recently, and I haven’t been there for you” he said, taking your hands in his. He stared into your eyes, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of your face.

“I just…” he began, but choked up, unable to find the right words. His lips trembled, his face twisted in regret and guilt.

“Just what?” You asked gently, trying to understand what was going on.

“You were right, my loyalty to the team has taken everything from me”. He said, his voice cracking as he fought back the tears.

“What do you mean?” You asked, he was starting to not make sense, was he just tired, it must be that, because you had no idea where this was coming from.

“You were right about the team, you said that they didn’t care about me, that they were using me as a PR move. And I tried to deny it, I tried to deny everything you said, but it’s all true…”

“I’ve pushed myself to the point of mental exhaustion, and all for what, I’ve been so blind thinking that I needed to do this, but the truth is I don’t, I don’t need Williams, I need you…” He said, staring back at you.

“Do you need me?” You said, his words caught you off guard. The reality was hitting you, he needed you, he didn’t need the team. He needed you.

“Without you, I’m lost” he said finally, admitting it out loud, he took a deep breath. “I’ve been so worried about losing Williams, and I should have been worried about losing you.”

“I need you Logan , I've missed you so much” you said, tears now spilling down your face.

“I’ve missed you too” he said, wrapping his arms around you once again. You could feel the tension in the air subside, and the stress that had been weighing on you both disappeared. It felt almost as if you’d never been apart.

His grip tightened around you, not wanting to let you go, like he needed to hold you just a little bit longer. You could feel him taking deep breaths and his heartbeat steady. It was like he needed the two of you to be as close as possible for a minute, as if he needed to make up for lost time.

“I’m never letting you leave again” he said softly, tightening his grip once again. You could feel his heart rate settle, and you could feel the tension ease even greater. It felt like home.

@a-casual-romantic @amatswimming @bblouifford @bbtoni @jinx53 @jeffs77 @toasttt11 @hrts4scarr @faithshouseofchaos @vellicora

[broken-glowsticks]

What Once Was Mine

Chapter 18 - Not Alone

Genre: Childhood friends, Eventual Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love corner/love triangle, love rivals, Series.

Not all chapters will be proofread!!

Warnings: 18+, mdni, swearing, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption, additional warnings will be added to individual chapters as needed. Let me know if I missed anything!

Additional Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, Binnie is seriously the best boyfriend ever

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It took you a couple of hours of enduring the end of the world as you knew it before you finally felt like you could start driving. Honestly, you didn't want to leave. It felt like if you stayed in the parking lot, you could simply pretend that this was just a bad dream. If you stayed there, you could pretend that you would still be welcomed back into Hyunjins home with welcoming arms like always. But you had to go home and grab some extra clothes.

At some point in the middle of all your possibly overdramatic doom you had managed to get a hold of Felix. Initially, you didn't want to bother him. It was late and you knew he had been cramming for an important exam, but in the end your agony won out, so you caved and called him anyway. Funnily enough he picked up on the second ring, very much unlike Jisung and Changbin, sounding so startled and groggy that you couldn't help but feel your spirits lift for the briefest of moments. You had totally assumed he also wouldn't pick up the phone.

“I'm glad you called, I fell asleep at my desk and would have probably stayed here all night,” he mumbled, smiling sleepily over the line. You had managed a laugh and were even able to get in some gentle teasing before your sniffles eventually gave you away. 

It was only after some insistence from Felix for you to tell him what had happened and a brief rundown over the phone (along with more tears) that Felix urged you to come over. Well, less urged and more demanded lovingly. He absolutely would not take no for an answer and you loved him so much for that. So here you were, quickly running home to gather a few things to spend the night with him. 

You didn't linger in your apartment long. The longer you were inside, the more the fact Jisung wasn't home seared itself into your brain - exacerbating your loneliness and frustration. You didn't want to be mad at Ji, you knew it wasn't his fault he was so busy, he was probably even asleep, but you couldn't help the sense of betrayal. He should've been there for you,  you wanted him to be there… Shaking the nasty thoughts from your head you finished gathering your things. In a flash you were back in your car, overnight bag flung haphazardly in the back seat of your car, tumbling around as you zoomed to Felix and Chan's shared apartment. 

“Hey, you're here sooner than I thought,” Felix said as he opened the door, his beaming smile already doing wonders for your nerves. Wordlessly the two of you fell into a hug, his surprisingly strong embrace helping to ease your aching emotions before he ushered you inside. 

“I'm sorry for-” you began, only to be cut off by Felix shushing you.

“Don't start. You have nothing you need to apologize for,” Felix said sternly, his hand holding yours tightly as he led you to the couch. 

“I just… I know you're busy studying and all. You have big exams coming up.” 

“It's not like I'm taking them tomorrow. Besides, I've been cramming all day, taking breaks and focusing on other things is healthy,” Felix countered, taking your duffle and throwing it onto his bed before quickly making his way back to you with his fluffiest blanket. “Are you hungry?” He asked gently

“Not really…” you mumbled as he draped the soft fabric around you. 

“Okay, I'm going to get you some water, I'll be right back.” You nodded tiredly, drawing your legs up onto the couch as Felix fetched your water. You didn't realize how thirsty you were until you had the cup to your lips and were guzzling the liquid down greedily. 

“Want another glass?” Felix asked, although he didn't even wait for your answer before he took the empty cup from your hands. When he was back with the refill is when he finally settled on the couch, the two of you facing each other as you sipped at the water with less urgency this time. The two of you were silent for a long while, Felix watching you with gentle eyes. Eventually you felt ready to talk.

“You know what Hyunjin told me tonight?” You began, your throat feeling tight. 

“What did he tell you?” Felix asked gently, leaning in and placing a supportive hand on your knee. 

“He… he told me he loved me, he said he's been in love with me and that he's never said anything because he was scared.” For a moment Felix was silent, blinking as he processed what you just said before he scooted closer to you.

“O-oh, uh, wow. You didn't mention that over the phone,” was all he could manage to say. 

“I was still hurting over him kicking me out of his life… and I was also upset from not getting a hold of Ji or Changbin…” 

Glancing over you noticed Felix adjusting next to you, sitting more comfortably before stretching out an arm. Unfurling yourself, you gratefully leaned into his side as he rested his head on top of yours, his hand gently rubbing your shoulder. You and Felix may not have been close for long, but you were happy it happened. You didn't know how you would've handled tonight if you had to do it alone. 

“So, for clarity, you're just upset because Hyunjin ‘kicked you out of his life’ as you put it?”

“Don’t forget the part where neither my boyfriend nor my remaining best friend answered my phone call,” you replied petulantly before feeling guilty and hastily adding, “but I get it's stupid to be upset at them for that.” 

“Well, I dunno, considering the fact you barely get to see either of them anymore, I can get why you're upset they're not here now.” You felt a bit of relief by Felix's validation, but that feeling soon went away with his next question. “But why did Hyunjin say he couldn't be friends with you anymore? Why didn’t he try to find a compromise like he did when you decided to date Bin?” 

You had only given Felix the most bare bones explanation of what happened tonight, not getting too much into detail about the painting you found, its title, or the specifics of Hyunjins confession. It seemed like now was the time to explain. Pressing your lips together, you ran your finger over the edge of your cup, debating over if you even had the emotional strength to recount what happened just hours prior. But you also knew Felix, if he's asking then he truly just wants to know, and who knows, maybe talking about it would help you sort your own feelings on what just happened. 

Placing your cup down on the floor you pulled the blanket closer around you, cuddling to Felix as you began your explanation. It took a bit of time for you to get through what happened, why you were there, why you let yourself in and waited, how you discovered the painting and what it looked like, and the shock of Hyunjin finding you. You had broken out into tears when you got to Hyunjins confession, repeating almost verbatim the words he said and your reaction. Felix sat silently, listening intently and comforting you as you cried. When you were done Felix looked as if he were deep in thought, carefully considering his words before speaking. 

“What's on your mind?” You asked, blowing your nose into tissues your sunny friend got for you right as you started crying. 

“I just… I don't want to say anything that would make you upset. Not right now.”

“Whatever you have to say can't possibly hurt me more than what I've already heard tonight,” you reassured, tossing your wadded up tissue paper into a nearby trash can. Felix sighed. 

“It’s just… You got upset at Hyunjin for not confessing, but in all this time you were around him, you did the same thing. You can be upset at your lifelong friendship ending, but I don't think it's fair of you to be mad at him for not saying anything when you never said anything either.” Being slapped in the face 100% would have hurt less than hearing the words Felix just said to you. Your knee-jerk reaction was to pull away, get defensive, but before you could he continued, his hold on your shoulder tightening. 

“I'm not saying this to make you mad, I'm just making an objective observation, because I don't want you to hold on to any kind of resentment. But at any time you could've told him how you felt, told him that you loved him. Even now he doesn't even know that you feel the same, just that he hurt you. You may not have said it ‘cause you were too mad or ‘cause you're dating someone else, but while he did a stupid thing sleeping with other girls - and yeah he did string you along - at least he fessed up in the end. He came clean, about his feelings for you, about his shortcomings, and he even apologized. Like I said, you can be upset, but can't you at least be glad he said something and did what he thought was best for the both of you?” 

You sat for a moment, feeling rather pouty because ultimately you knew Felix made a valid point. Well, he made quite a few valid points. You could've been the first to confess, to have risked rejection for the sake of your relationship with Hyunjin, but you never did. Like Hyunjin, you too feared change, feared being told he didn't feel the same, you too wanted to hold on to the fantasy that he was yours in the fleeting moments you two were pressed together instead of taking the steps to make that fantasy real. While you hated that he felt so inadequate - so jealous - next to Changbin that he thought ending your life-long friendship was the best option for you both, if you put your feelings aside you knew even that was an act of love. Even now all Hyunjin wanted was what was best for you and for himself, even if that meant he wasn't in the picture. The more you thought about it, the more it broke your heart. 

“And as for Han and Changbin, do you plan on telling them everything that happened?” Felix's question pulled you from your thoughts, causing you to turn to him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, are you going to tell them why Hyunjin stopped being friends with you?” Wow, was Felix heaping the heavy questions on you.

“Oh, I hadn't thought about that…”

“You don't have to answer me right now, I just asked so you could think on it. I just know they're going to freak out once they realize you called them so many times, and so late.” 

“Especially Binnie…” you said with a sigh, “he knew I was going to Hyunjins to try and work things out.” 

“Wait, he knew? And he didn't wait up to see how things went? Or even send a text to see how you were doing?” 

“No,” You said with a shake of your head. “He went into work just before I left, he probably got caught up on whatever project he's got going on.” Felix made a face that was hard for you to read before settling back into the couch.

“Still… if he knew, he should've at least checked on you.” The look on Felix’s face told you he had more to say, but whatever was on his mind, he kept it to himself. The most you could do was hum in agreement as the two of you settled into silence on the couch, the both of you pondering. 

It was a random social media notification on your phone that made you eventually look at the time. It was almost three in the morning. 

“Woah, no wonder I’m so exhausted, I thought it was just all the crying,” you said in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, showing Felix the time.

“I guess we should get to bed, you’re sleeping with me okay?” You once again only nodded, the two of you preparing for bed separately. Your body was heavy and you only had just enough energy to remember to send a quick text to your boss that you weren’t feeling well and would be needing the next couple of days off before you sluggishly made your way to Felix room.

He was already sitting in bed, waiting for you. With a tired smile you flopped into bed next to him, feeling rather spoiled as he tucked you in and turned out the lights before settling in next to you, stroking your hair and humming a gentle song. Your insides were still a mess, but things felt just a little bit better after talking with your friend. You felt a bit more supported, a bit less disparaged, a bit more ready to take a pause before beginning to reconstruct your life without Hyunjin in it. 

•.*°•♤•°*.•

It was a little past noon by the time you woke up according to the comically large digital alarm clock Felix kept by his bed. You were feeling ragged and exhausted, a sharp contrast to your slight emotional relief. Once your senses somewhat came about you you became aware of a noise coming from right outside Felix’s room. In wracking your brain for even a single guess as to what that noise could be you vaguely recalled how earlier in the morning you had heard the sound of a muffled pounding, followed by the feeling of Felix getting out of bed. You don’t recall Felix ever returning to bed and had managed to slip effortlessly back into sleep when you remained undisturbed. It was only when you stumbled out of Felix’s bedroom and were bum rushed by Changbin’s tight embrace that you realized that the pounding noise earlier was probably Changbin’s fist hitting Felix’s door. You were still groggy as he held you tightly, you were just barely able to wrap your arms around him when you noticed through your bleary eyes that Jisung and Chan were also here. 

“Hey, you guys are alive,” you joked with a teasing smile. You couldn’t help but notice Jisung wince, you certainly felt Changbin’s embrace get tighter, making it hard to breath.

“I’m so sorry Bunny,” Changbin suddenly said, “Felix said you had a hard time last night. I’m sorry… I should’ve been here…” Changbin muttered against your hair. You were torn between wanting to agree with him out of hurt or reassure him because, well, it was late. Luckily you didn’t have to make that choice, because Felix’s usually chipper tone came out more sternly than you’ve ever heard him be before.

“You really should have Bin, now let the poor girl go brush her teeth, she just woke up.”

Reluctantly Changbin did as Felix said, releasing you after placing a soft kiss to your forehead. There was an odd look on Changbin’s face when you looked up at him, you attempted to reassure him with a small smile but that only seemed to make things worse. There was an obvious tension in the room and you were only all too happy to escape it as you made your way to the bathroom. You unfortunately only received a modicum of respit as, when you closed the door behind you, you could hear the boys start their conversation back up again, talking in strained, hushed tones.

“Felix, you don’t have to be so harsh on him,” Chan admonished gently but sternly.

“Chris, no. Don’t defend him,” Felix snapped back, a clear edge in his voice. “I know you guys are older than me but I’m not happy here. He knew what she was going there for, we were up ‘til three a.m., she sat in her car alone for at least in hour before even coming here, if not longer, cause nobody picked else would pick up their fucking phone.”

“We were busy with work, we didn’t know-” Jisung piped up only to be cut off by Felix.

“Exactly Han, you guys were working, you guys were awake. It’d be one thing if you guys just went to sleep, but it’s the fact that all three of you were awake at the time but were too busy working to even stop and check who’s phone was vibrating on the goddamn table. Especially Bin who, again, knew she was going to try and patch things up with Hyunjin last night. Answer me this Bin, did you not think anything could fucking go wrong???”

The room fell silent for a long while before you just barely managed to hear Chanbin speak up.

“No… I didn’t…” 

Unable to hear anymore you pull away from the door, purposefully dragging your feet as you washed up, did your business and brushed your teeth. As you were towel drying your hair you noticed that the muffled arguing had subsided. It was so eerily quiet that you half wondered if the guys had left, assuming they needed to step away to cool down. Well, you were half right. Sitting on the couch was Changbin and Jisung, the two of them holding a hushed and strained conversation. They hadn’t noticed you exit the bathroom at all, the two of them too wrapped up in their conversation with each other.

You took the opportunity to really look at them, it had been a while since you’d seen the two of them at the same time and it felt surreal. Jisung had promised the two of you would eat dinner together the last time you were at their studio, that was almost a whole month ago now and that dinner never happened. You had only seen Changbin the morning before after days of only being able to spend sporadic texts back and forth. These were some of the most important guys in your life and you’d barely seen them in just over two months. They looked tired. 

Suddenly Jisungs eyes flicked up, catching your figure against the bathroom door frame. 

“Y/N,” he said tersely, causing Changbin’s head to swivel to face you. Swallowing his nerves, Jisung made room on the couch so you could settle between your two boys. You eyed them for a moment, not moving right away. The two guys shared a weighted glance before Changbin reached his hand for you.

“Bunny, please. Let us apologize.” Changbin’s voice was strained and you couldn’t miss the matching pained looks on Bin and Ji’s faces. You sighed, crossing your arms tightly over your chest as you brushed past Changbin’s extended hand and plopped down in the vacant spot they made for you. Changbin tried his best to hide the hurt he felt, you had a right to be mad.

“Bunny, I- We-” Changbin began but was quickly cut off.

“I think Felix kinda stole my thunder,” you joked a little awkwardly, not trying to get into the heavy stuff right away. You had spent the entire night feeling the weight of your emotions crushing you and you had just barely woken up, you wanted just a moment longer of levity before you had to face all of those suffocating emotions again. “I love him for it though, I’m not entirely sure I’d be able to face you two and say everything he did. I didn’t know he had so much fire hidden behind that cute face of his.” 

Jisung’s hands clenched in his lap. Normally he’d be the one to speak up on your behalf when you were too beaten down or tired to do so yourself, for years he was the friend who backed you up and stood up for you. It felt horrible to be on the other end. 

“Yeah, Felix is a good friend to have,” Jisung managed to say, unable to fully play along as his posture remained stiff and he kept his eyes trained on his lap. 

“He is, I’m lucky he and I have been getting close…” you say with a tone of melancholic sincerity. You truly did love getting to build this bond with Felix, you just hated what the catalyst was. 

“...Are we going to dance around this all day?” Jisung asked after a beat of silence, his eyes darting up to you only to suddenly be met with your frown pointed right at him. 

“Ji, I’m exhausted. I’ve been sad all night, I’ve been crying for hours, I haven’t even had anything to eat yet. So excuse me for not wanting to jump right into the shitty night I had right away,” you huff, standing abruptly and making your way to the kitchen. Jisung felt Changbins sharp glare stab into him, but he ignored it, standing and following you to the kitchen with Changbin following suit. 

“I know your night was horrible but-”

“No you don't, Ji!” You snapped, whirling on him and fixing him with a pained look of your own. “I think Felix pretty accurately covered it, you guys were up! And apparently at least one of you heard a phone going off, but neither of you bothered to check on me, neither of you were there for me in the end! It was Felix who was up with me all night! It was Felix I cried to! And it was Felix who learned what happened while you two spent all night in your studio again!” Changbin wilted at your words, knowing you were right. But Jisung was stubborn. An unfortunate side effect of such a long standing relationship, sometimes you fight when you really shouldn’t. 

“What the hell are we supposed to do Y/N? We can’t just stop working, we’re swamped! We can’t spend all our time with you anymore!”

“You haven’t been spending any time with me Ji! You, specifically! I saw Changbin yesterday, you I haven’t seen in a month!” 

“That’s ridiculous and you know it, you’ve seen me.”

“When, Ji? WHEN? The last time I saw you was when I came to visit the studio and that was a month ago! You’re never home! You sleep either here or at the studio, I get sporadic texts from you both at best and radio silence for days at worst!” By this point you were shouting so loudly you felt your throat tightening, tears were brimming your eyes but you refused to let them spill over. “I’m not saying you have to spend all your time with me, but at least spend some time with me! You guys are my fucking boyfriend and the only best friend I have left! I love Felix, I love him for being here for me, but he’s not the first person I wanted to tell the actual life altering revelation that Hyunjin is in love with me!” Your voice wavered as you spoke before finally choking out into a violent sob. You hated the tremble in your hands as you pressed them against your face, trying to hide yourself away behind them as you cried and left the two guys stunned. 

“He told you that?” Changbin asked hoarsely, unsure of how to feel. He watched you nod before attempting to reach out to you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder to test the waters. You flinched at the contact but before he could fully pull his hand away you relaxed against his touch, giving him the confidence to pull you into his arms. You let him hold you as all the heavy and complicated emotions from the night before came spilling out of you. 

Jisung chewed at his bottom lip, unsure of what to do. He was glad Changbin worded his question the way he did, Jisung wasn’t sure how you’d react if you learned that he and Changbin already knew. You’d definitely be upset, if not pissed. But… should they tell you? Would it be beneficial? Would it be better if you knew now instead of learning later and possibly feeling betrayed they kept such a secret? He didn’t know and so he stayed quiet, instead busying himself with rummaging through Chan and Felix’s kitchen for a mug and some tea. It was quite frankly the least he could do. 

“Here…” Jisung began as he handed you the warm mug, causing you to lift your head from Changbins shoulder. “I’m sorry.” You lifted your gaze from the mug to Ji’s face before taking the mug. 

“Sorry for what?” Your voice was raspy from the screaming and the crying.

“Everything. You’re right, I haven’t been here for you and I got mad because I didn’t want to admit to it. I’m also sorry because…” Jisung’s eyes glanced up at Changbin, giving him a moment to at least attempt to guess what Jisung was about to confess. “I knew how Hyunjin felt about you.”

“You what?”

“I didn’t know for very long, I swear.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked with an edge to your voice that was hard to miss. 

“For starters he didn’t tell me directly, I accidentally overheard him telling someone else. Secondly, that’s not my place. Despite how I feel about him, it’s not my place to air his dirty laundry like that.” You stared at Jisung for a while before looking back down at your mug of tea, taking a hard swallow despite how hot it was.

“Then why are you telling me now?”

“Because I don’t want you to learn this later and feel like I’m keeping secrets from you. I get the feeling you’d be extra sensitive about stuff like that.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at Ji’s words, he was right. Despite understanding his reasoning, you couldn’t help the odd sense of betrayal you felt learning Hyunjin kept this secret from you for years and you knew yourself well enough to know that the same hurt would hit you if Ji had chosen to do the same. It was irrational, it was unfair, but you couldn’t help feeling this way anyways. 

“I guess I should fess up too then…” Changbin said with a rough clearing of his throat. You looked up at him quizzically, finding yourself pulling from his hold without thinking, somewhat nervous as to what your boyfriend had to say.

“That person Han overheard Hyunjin confessing to? That…” Changbin couldn’t look at you as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “that was me.” 

Fuck, the blows just kept on coming, didn’t they? 

You had to walk to the nearest kitchen counter to steady yourself on the edge as you processed what your Binnie had just told you. You didn’t know how to feel about it.

“He… He told you?” You found yourself asking, floundering, just trying to piece together your feelings as your still raw nerves took on more new information. Changbin simply nodded. You swallowed, taking a deep and steady breath. “When? And why did he tell you?”

“It was right before I asked you out, he gave me the final push to go for it. But if I'm honest, I knew he had a thing for you from the moment I met him.” Hyunjins words from the day you hemorrhaged all your hurt and confused feelings rose to the forefront of your mind. 

“I’m getting out of the way.”

This must’ve been what he meant. Changbin had said something similar about Hyunjin the night you two almost had your first kiss,about how Hyunjin was “always in the way”. And then, almost immediately after, Hyunjin took a huge step back and Changbin had asked you out. You felt so stupid. Of course you could tell there was something off between him and Changbin, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that the change in your dynamics with both boys were interconnected - that much was obvious. What you didn’t realize was just how much the boys had wised up to each other and how fast. Changbin had instantly clocked Hyunjins feelings and Hyunjin knew intrinsically that Changbin was trying to move in on you. The entire time the two of them were aware of the bigger picture while you bumbled in the middle, stuck in your own bubble, stuck on your own worries and feelings. 

“If you knew how he felt, then… then why did you ask me out? Wasn’t it too much of a hassle?” It was a stupid question, but a part of you felt like you had to ask it anyway, just to get it out of your system. 

“Because I wanted you.” You couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered at your boyfriend's words and Jisung suddenly felt like maybe he should silently slip out while he had the chance. “Oh no you don’t Han,” Changbin said flatly the moment he noticed his friend moving in his periphery, snagging the slimmer boy by the arm. “You’re not leaving me to deal with her wrath on my own.” 

“You two are getting all sappy,” Ji said defensively, trying to pull himself from Bin’s grasp. “And this is really something you two should discuss in private,” he added in a more serious tone.

“No, please stay. You’re great moral support,” you rasped out, taking a moment to sip at the tea you had forgotten you were even holding. Ji looked over to you, his gaze holding yours before heaving a sigh and leaning against the counter adjacent to you. 

“What do you need moral support for? You plan on dumping your buff boyfriend cause he knew your long time crush liked you back?” As much as Jisung tried to sound like he was joking, he was asking sincerely, unsure of how you would truly react to all of this. Changbins eyes whipped over to Han, he never said anything about you harboring anything real for Hyunjin as well.

“What? No, I would never! I love Binnie!” You suddenly blurted, allowing Changbin to release the breath he had been holding before your words fully sunk in and made his heart jerk and sputter. Jisung took no pause in grinning at you, taunting words already on his tongue.

“Oh, you love him, do you? I didn’t know things had gotten so serious between you two already.” Your face burned red as you looked at Jisung, grinning smugly at you, crossing his arms and legs as he watched you casually. 

“Wait, what? No. I didn’t-”

“You don’t love Bin? Why not Y/N? Isn’t he just so lovable?” Ji asked, cutting you off. 

“I- I mean of course he is. Of course I love him, but I’m not- that is to say we’re not- we haven’t-!” You were once again cut off, but this time by Jisung’s laughter as he slightly doubled over, his arms going from simply resting across his chest to holding his stomach as he tried to contain himself. Beside him Changbin stood silently and awkwardly, a noticeable flush on his too-cute face. At least you weren’t the only one feeling flustered.

“Relax, I’m just teasing.” Jisung smiled at you once he stood up right, nudging Bin with his shoulder, “It’s only been a couple of months, it might be too early for you two to be using the ‘L’ word yet.” Changbin gave Jisung a look that you couldn’t quite decipher and with the way you were feeling, you weren’t quite in the mood to try and figure it out. 

“Yeah…” you said idly, taking another sip of your now lukewarm tea, “it might be.” The three of you settled into silence for a moment before you spoke again. “I don’t know what I should do with all of this new information…” 

“Do you have to do anything?” Ji asked so simply you felt your despair lift for a moment. You hadn’t thought about that. “I mean, he doesn’t expect you to reciprocate his feelings right? Did he ask you to choose him?” You frowned at your friend's words and shook your head, setting the mug down on the counter behind you. 

“I think I would've preferred him making me choose over him ending our friendship.”

“He did what?” Ji’s posture stiffened as the two boys looked at you wide eyed. 

“Yeah, what did you think I meant when I said you were my only best friend left?”

“I dunno! I didn’t really think too hard on that part, I kinda just assumed you were being pissy with him and just were saying things in the heat of the moment!” You didn’t expect Ji to be so flabbergasted and Bin looked equally as startled by your clarification. You couldn’t help but smile sadly. “I never thought he could ever do something so drastic…” 

“Neither did I,” you said in a small voice, allowing yourself to be comforted when Changbin returned to your side and pulled you into him. You wrapped your arms around him tightly. “He promised he’d never abandon me, but in the end he did, just like in highschool.” To your surprise it was Changbin who spoke up. 

“Bunny, I don’t know how this must feel to you but, please don’t be so harsh on him.” You blinked up at Bin, astonished, as he continued, “when he told me out he felt about you, he sounded so sincere. I know I wasn’t there, I don’t know exactly what he said to you , but I don’t think he’s abandoning you. I truly don’t think he has that in him. Give it time, he’ll be back.” 

“Do you even want him to be back? The guy’s in love with your girlfriend,” Ji interjected, his head cocked to the side as he regarded his friends. 

“He’s been in love with her, but he was her friend first, if he was going to disrespect our relationship then he would’ve done it already.” Your mind drifted back to the night Hyunjin almost kissed you in his apartment, how he reared back as if he had been bitten, how his eyes were rimmed with tears and regret, how he refused to even stand too close to you after. “My girlfriend is hurting and if having him back in her life will make it better, then yeah, I want them to make up. You know, even if they do feel the same way about each other” 

“Damn Bin, you’re a better man than me,” Ji huffed, impressed. 

“And me,” you added, gazing into Changbins eyes when they dropped to look into  yours. “I know you must be feeling just as confused as I am Binnie, I’m sorry. I know I never told you how I felt about Hyunjin and Ji just dropped into conversation so casually.” You heard Jisung swear as he facepalmed, at least that confirmed to you that he hadn’t meant to do so on purpose. 

“It… doesn’t feel good to hear, I’m not gonna lie, but…” Changbin took a moment to lick his lips, trying to find the right words. “But just like the other night at the pizza place, you picked me. I thought that night was the first time you truly put me before him, but I was wrong. You’ve picked me so many times before then. How can I not feel wanted after learning that?” 

You couldn’t help but throw yourself at your boyfriend, earning a whiny “gross” followed by an overdramatic gag from Ji when he saw you two kiss right in front of him. You didn’t care, you just had to kiss Binnie, because he really was the best. You had never forgotten this, in fact it was the main reason why you missed him so much. He was quickly becoming a solid rock in your life, always aware, always open minded, he communicated himself clearly and held himself with so much confidence that it made you feel more confident just by being around him. Truly the only issue was the lack of time together. When the two of you finally stopped making out, Ji made his way across the kitchen to hug you from behind, sandwiching you between your two boys. 

“If you want Hyunjin back in your life then we’ll be here to support you” Jisung began softly, nuzzling into your shoulder, “and until then, well, we’ll still be here. Both of us. I’m sorry again for ghosting you Y/N. I can’t guarantee a lot of time for either of us, but I promise to do my best to make more time for you.”

“Same for me Bunny, I didn’t ask you to be mine just to leave you waiting for me all the time.” 

You smiled as you pressed a kiss to the side of Changbins neck before unwrapping an arm from your boyfriend's middle to reach behind you and hold Ji as best as possible. You needed to be holding them both as close to you as you possibly could. Unbidden Hyunjins now broken promise came to your mind again, the night he made it, how he held you as you cried. This would be different, you knew it would. Jisung and Changbin were different. They wouldn’t abandon you too.

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Ooooooh boy, guess who's finally back with an update. And, like, an actual update, not just tacking on extra half chapters because I'm trying to fix whatever damage was done when I lost my fic 😅🥲

Anyway, we had a couple of chapters strictly following Hyunjins POV, and after the fall put from the last chapter, I knew it was a good a time as any for him to bow out. If I'm honest, I really didn't know where exactly I wanted this chapter to go, I just knew I wanted a chapter with Jisung and Changbin. Binnie really is just the best boyfriend, isn't he? And Ji has a couple of loose lips 😂

Taglist: @groovygroovyhyunjin @hhwangsmoon @luvyblossom @doggezz @kayleefriedchicken @hyunjinhoexxx @zadkielr @bincxtesworld @jisunglyricist @kpop-kink @amarecerasus @its-kitten-now @antisocial-socialbutterfly @s-3-l-3-na @143il0v3you @tajannah-price1

[denkidere]

tempest in a teacup

nanami x reader

2.6k words

semi-public sex, coworkers, slight age difference, cheating, ino x reader mentioned

you would never consider sleeping with your coworker. if only you weren't so easily swayed.

nanami was nothing short of a perfect coworker. although he was a bit older than you, you found no shortage of things to talk about together, and the two of you got along exceptionally well. before long, you found him making excuses to drop by your desk, filling up a mug for you when he made himself coffee, defending you in meetings when a superior dared to undermine your suggestions, staying late at the office with you to help finish extra work. half of your coworkers would have been playing matchmaker between the two of you, if not for strict company policy forbidding inappropriate relationships between employees-- and your boyfriend.

there was nothing wrong with him, really. you were perfectly happy in your relationship. but you couldn't deny the way something in your stirred when nanami's hand rested briefly on your shoulder, steadying himself as he leaned over you to set down a steaming mug of coffee. you couldn't help but mentally replay the way his eyes scanned your face when it was just the two of you crammed into your cubicle, filling in spreadsheets and sifting through files after hours, the lighting dimmed. you felt guilty, and you were sure he did, too; you could see it in the look that flashed across his face the first time you mentioned ino to him in passing. despite his feelings, he kept up his behavior, hiding his affection under a layer of plausible deniability. if it bothered you, you would say something, right? that's what you both told yourselves.

it was hard to recall when exactly things had escalated. it had maybe been the night you two went out drinking after work (alone, of course) and he had driven you home, pitifully drunk, wrapping an arm around your waist to help you stumble up to your apartment. he had been so hesitant to let go, even when your boyfriend unlocked the door from inside, worried sick, finally able to shake hands with nanami from work who he had heard so much about. you had shot down ino's suspicious comments about your relationship with nanami, but they rung in your mind endlessly. if it wasn't that, perhaps it was the pastries he brought you on your birthday that he refused to let you share, ensuring that nobody but you would see the note he had slid under a danish, simply wishing 'his sweetest coworker' a happy birthday. ino's fit over such a subtly intimate note would have been catastrophic, but you knew well enough to hide it, swallowing the guilt you felt. truly, you never wanted to hurt him. you didn't know it had gotten out of control until it was far too late, nanami leaning over you at your desk with coffee like always (when had it become every day?), now sneakily pressing a kiss into your neck, persuading you to stay late more and more-- "if we work ahead tonight, we can both leave early tomorrow, you know. wouldn't your boyfriend be happy to see you home before five?"-- and you falling for his tricks every time, as if you had ever considered saying no.

the silence in the building when everyone but the two of you had left was almost disturbing; it was second nature to tune out the clacking of keyboards and mechanical shuffles of printing documents after only a few months of office work, but its absence at the end of the day was horrifically pronounced. it amplified every fidget of fabric, the sound of nanami loosening his tie, popping open a button or two on his shirt just to gauge your reaction, the groan of your chair on the outdated carpet as you inched your chair closer to his.

"our entire department thinks we're sleeping together," you murmur, desperately trying to keep your eyes on his face instead of his collarbones. "i'm not sure if we should keep staying so late together like this."

"is that so?" he asked, sounding bored. "if it bothers you, i suppose i can stop staying with you. i just hate to leave you all alone here." you scoffed.

"it only bothers me that you're so unfazed by rumors of sleeping with a girl who's in a relationship. you don't exactly try and avoid fueling the gossip, either." out of everything, why were those the words to make him smile?

"ask me to stop, then," he said, looking almost shy. "we wouldn't look nearly as guilty if you didn't spur me on." you opened your mouth to argue, but you knew you had no response. "it might help the gossip if you hung up a picture or two of you with your boyfriend. does anyone but me even know about him?" you chewed at your lip. god, he was almost being mean.

"okay, you got me," you sighed. "i just don't like being talked about like that by half the office. i'm sure you understand." he nodded solemnly, his smug smile fading.

"i  certainly understand, but i can't say i hate the sound of it." you almost wanted to turn back to your spreadsheet. you wanted to remind him that he knew you weren't available, to scold yourself for even feeding into whatever he was trying to accomplish with you, but the words couldn't leave your mouth.

"what are you suggesting?" he placed a hand on your thigh, large and warm. naturally, you made no move to stop him.

"you're so beautiful. does he tell you that?" he asked, voice low, his hand climbing your leg. you swallowed, nodding weakly.

"yes, of course he does." he hummed, his other hand delicately holding your face.

"do you intend to marry him?" his face was so close to yours, his expression serious.

"i don't know, maybe," you mumbled, blinking slowly.

"you're too young to be tied down like that," he said softly, his voice tinged with approval at your reluctance. "don't you want to explore your options?" you gasped softly at the feeling of his thumb tracing the inner seam of your slacks, moving slowly inwards.

"isn't 'exploring your options' reserved for people who aren't in relationships?" you cursed the tremble in your voice and the aching between your legs.

"that may be so," he murmured, glancing down at the twitching muscles in your thigh. "but you're not exactly acting like someone who's in a relationship." all you could do was pout helplessly, allowing him to part your legs, leaning in impossibly further to kiss at your neck. "you seem quite excited," he teased. you felt his lips curl into a smile as he gingerly rubbed at the damp spot forming in your pants. you bit your lip again to hold back a whine.

"can you remind me what your boyfriend's name is?" he was still teasing you with a finger, his kisses on your neck getting sloppier. if your head didn't feel so fuzzy, you would've asked what the hell he was talking about.

"ino," you gritted out, your hands clutching at the armrests of your chair as he added more pressure to his slow touches. "you should know that."

"is that the name you say when he's fucking you?" your breath hitched, he sped up, you nodded, unable to speak around the moan you were biting back.

"ah, i see." he had paused his kisses, pulling away from your neck to look at you, flushed and disheveled. "what do you say when you're touching yourself?" you closed your eyes, unable to look back at him. this was nanami, your stoic coworker, the man who wordlessly fixed your paperjams, who walked you to your car, wrapped in his coat, on winter nights when it got dark early. you had never seen him as anything but respectful. it was both a reward and a punishment to hear him so smug and vulgar.

"n-nanami," you whimpered, defeated. you had meant to say his name, yes, but as a warning. you couldn't admit to yourself how well it also served as an answer. the look on his face was intoxicating.

"if you want me to stop, stop me now," he whispered, his hand slowing to a pause. "i'm being terribly unprofessional, but i don't think i have it in me to stop myself anymore." you could not sleep with your coworker. you couldn't do something like that to poor ino. you couldn't admit how much you were loving his hands all over you.

"nanami," you breathed, as he shoved your keyboard and mouse aside, hoisting you up onto your cluttered desk.

"what is it, sweet girl?" he mused, hooking his fingers into your waistband. you whined again, leaning back against your computer monitor.

a million things that you could have said flashed through your mind. as your hands settled around the back of his neck, you managed to land on one. "we're going to make a mess in here." he gave you a soft smile, tilting his head to kiss your forearm.

"don't worry about that," he murmured, your work pants starting to wrinkle around your ankles. "i'll clean up whatever i have to." he was fiddling with his belt buckle. the metal clinks seemed louder than cannonfire. you were desperate to find any hint of guilt left in either of you; you scanned his face, tried to ignore how willing you were to spread your bare legs for him, one trembling hand meeting his to pull down his zipper. he was smiling at you again, the small but warm smile you were sure nobody at the office but you had ever seen. if it weren't for the impatient way he was unbuttoning your top, you might have thought he was in love with you.

"at the risk of asking for too much," he breathed, his lips brushing against your ear, "can i ask you to kiss me?" without hesitation you pulled him in, nails digging into his pale skin as you licked the taste of black coffee off of his lips, relishing the way his soft groans bounced off of the cheap cubicle walls. he was touching you again with one shameless hand, swallowing your moans as his fingers dipped into you. you could feel him, solid as a rock, as he ground into your thigh. you pulled away, grasping at his hair.

"nanami," you said again, his name tasting semisweet on your tongue. your free hand traced down his chest, grazing tantalizingly exposed skin, daring to grab him by the base, your fingers absently tracing a vein. for the first time, you saw him completely speechless for just a moment, fighting for his composure.

he swallowed, eyes shutting for a moment. "i don't mean to take his place, you know," he said quietly, voice strained as he rubbed against you, narrowly missing your entrance. "i could never ask you to leave him for me, or anything of that nature. this never even has to happen again." he gripped at your thigh, his eyes darting down to see the way your skin dimpled, as if he couldn't believe the sensation from touch alone. "i just couldn't have gone another day without putting my hands on you." your head was spinning. how could you go back to ino after what you were doing? worse yet, how could you ever stay away from nanami?

"you might as well just fuck me now," you sighed, your legs tense from anticipation. "i'll-- we'll figure everything out later. i just need you right now." you clutched at the front of his shirt, pulling him in for another dreadful kiss as he finally sunk into you, hissing against your lips at the warm squeeze around him. your mind was almost blank, save for the damning realization that he was bigger than ino (just as you had imagined), stretching you in a way that made your eyes screw shut. he buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

"god," he groaned. he pulled out, agonizingly slow, just to drill into you again. "you're divine." if you hadn't been so animalistically horny you might have felt ashamed about the way your coworker's cock was splitting you open on your desk, monitor thudding against the wall on beat with his deep thrusts, marks surely forming in places you could never hope to hide as he stifled his moans in your skin. you couldn't care about anything else anymore, breaking out into a sweat, clawing at his starched blue shirt, contracting around him just to hear his breath hitch. his slender fingers dug into your hips. "i don't know how much longer i can last," he choked out, his words carrying the threat of pulling out. you felt delusional, drunk on the feeling of him inside of you, unwilling to give it up so soon.

"nanami," you begged, "don't stop. you don't have to stop, it's okay." he abandoned your shoulder to look at you, one hand torn away from your hip to hold your chin again.

"are you sure, sweet girl?" he panted, his brows knit. "i was trying not to complicate things any more than i already have." how could his voice sound so even when he was plowing into you like that? you grabbed his dangling tie, pulling it like a leash.

"it can't get much more complicated than this." he smiled again. sweat had melted his expensive hair gel; you took a moment to savor how handsomely disarrayed he looked, strands of hair falling into his eyes, his shirt deeply wrinkled. "if it makes a difference, i've never let him--" a switch flipped, he cut you off with a thrust deeper than before, your knees pinned by your shoulders, nothing leaving your mouth but choked moans.

"a world of a difference," he murmured, movements getting sporadic. for all you cared, he could have been fucking you in the middle of the work day; the friction from the new position had you questioning how much longer you could last. judging by the way he was kissing you again, his mouth trailing down your chest, he could tell. "are you going to tell him?"

you threw your head back as his tongue circled your nipple. "would you, if you were me?" you groaned, your words punctuated by increasingly erratic thrusts. "i can't believe you'd even ask." as your vision turned white with pleasure, it occurred to you dimly that he was getting off on the thought of it. your whole body tensed, a terribly loud noise escaping you.

"if you don't tell him everything, at least mention how good i made you feel," he whispered, his face in your neck again as he pressed as far into you as he could, almost whimpering at the feeling of the cum seeping out of you before he had even pulled out. you were panting, limp under him, certain you had broken your monitor and drenched the keyboard, still throbbing and replaying nanami's words in your mind.

"do you want some help cleaning this up, nanami?" you rasped, holding the edge of the desk with a white-knuckled grip. he laughed, looking happier than you'd ever seen him.

"i would love to accept the help, but i think you have something more important to attend to." you wished he weren't so right. "i would offer to help you there, too, but i'm afraid i'm biased." he excused himself, heading to the bathroom (or so he claimed; you were almost positive that he went to stroll around aimlessly to give you time to think). you leaned your head back again, studying the ceiling. in all your life, you had never been so horrified by the sight of a security camera.

[anxious-lee]

|| Sci-Set Tickle Headcanons ||

A/N: THIS ONES FOR THE GIRLIES 💖💖💖

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- sunset is a ler-leaning switch

- twi is a lee

- ^ I'm not saying she can't/doesn't tickle sunset. I'm just saying she's not built for it you know what im saying

- twilight canonically has the dorkiest snort laugh ever and it is PRECIOUS (lee!sci-twi is all I'm thinking about rn 🥰)

- sunset's laugh is more raspy and breathy, but so full of joy 😊

- sunset first discovered twilight was ticklish the night before a final exam. the two had stayed up super late cramming, but twilight insisted that it wasn't enough and that she was going to flunk miserably. one short exchange later and come to find out it's more of twilight's own insecurities bubbling to the surface, about how she isn't smart like everyone thinks she is and whatnot. in an effort to lighten the mood, sunset asked over and over "who's the best student~?" with many pokes to twi's sides, causing her gf to giggle up a storm. she gave in eventually, just in time for them both to crash 😴

- twilight first discovered sunset was ticklish when she tried to give her a massage. it started innocently enough. she wanted to relax her girlfriend after a long day at school with a soothing shoulder massage, but what she didn't know then was that sunset's shoulders were strangely really ticklish. of course twi would have been remiss if she hadn't investigated further 😈

- sunset's worst spot is her hips

- twilight's worst spot are her feet

- they primarily use tickles as a means of persuasion. any and all arguments can be dispelled with a tickle fight

- sunset uses A LOT of tickle kisses (which are conveniently twi's favorite)

- ^ also traps with tickle hugs

- twilight teases sunset with the classic "tickletickletickletickle!" but ends up getting more flustered herself

- sunset, on the other hand, pretends to be a magical tickle monster (something parents in equestria did with their foals)

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I can't believe I've never thought to do this before

[poppylovestowrite]

Can I request karma x reader cuddling while it's raining? Mostly pure fluff

Homework Can Wait

The weekends were meant for you and Karma. It was a deal you made with him when the two of started dating. You see, you're quite a busy bee, especially on the weekdays. You have school to worry about, club activities, and cram school. But, on the weekend, you make time to see Karma. 

You wanted to make that happen, but today you had to bend that deal a bit. Because your nightmare of a math teacher decided it would be fun to ruin everyone's weekend by dumping mountains of assignments.

This brings you here, sitting on your living floor, doing your homework on a Sunday afternoon. 

If only you weren't busy yesterday, then maybe you would have had your Sunday off. You could have used your free time to be with your boyfriend. Then the two of you could have gone to that food festival.

You furrowed your brows and glance up to see the rain coming down through your window. Er. Actually, that wouldn't have happened regardless. Not with all this rain going on. Still, the two of you could have been spending time together.

You sighed and moved your attention back to your homework. What a shitty day. 

No, that's not entirely true. Karma came over, even in this weather just to be with you. You felt a little bad when you told him that you were too busy, but that wasn't enough to turn him away. Your parents were out at work so Karma figured he keeps you company as you worked. 

He can stay here, under the condition he doesn't distract you. You let him play with your video games so at least one of you guys won't die of boredom. 

Somewhere half through an assignment, Karma paused the game, walked over to you and sat down. He didn't say anything and just watched you work for a few seconds. 

"Need help?" Karma offers. 

You still didn't look at him and shook your head.

"No, these questions are easy. Just tedious."

As a response, Karma poked your side causing you to squeak. 

"I meant if you need help to relax?" Karma chuckles. "You're so stressed." He says it so lightly, almost playfully, but you can pick up his concern. And because he was concerned, you choose not to scold him for poking you like that.

"I'll take a break when I'm done," you assured him with a smile.

Before going back to work, you lovingly tapped the bottom of his chin.

Karma hummed passively at you, then scanned his eyes at the other assignments you still have to do. It looks like it's going to be hours before you're going to give yourself a break. He could help you. In math, at least. His best subject, so he can definitely help you breeze by these questions.  

Karma doesn't say anything else and lets you get back to work. He knows how stubborn you are and knows you won't accept his help. So no use in arguing with you.

He goes back to your couch to continue playing video games. You don't get distracted that easily, but he still kept the volume pretty low for you regardless. 

While Karma was killing zombies, you were trying to kill this math question. 

Yes, some of these questions were easy and tedious, but when you got to the ones you struggled with, you wished Karma were to help you. It's not too late to ask him for his help. 

You shook your head and stubbornly kept quiet. 

You sighed, growing more and more frustrated over time. Your legs were falling asleep, your wrist was cramping up, and you were beginning to see numbers every time you blinked. 

Maybe you could use a break right now. 

For the first time in hours, you put your pencil down, closed your textbook and got up to sit with Karma on the couch.

Karma kept his attention on the game but did acknowledge you by speaking up. 

"Finally realized your sanity was breaking?"

"Yeah." You sighed tiredly. "Sorry that I'm using our time together to study."

"If anyone has to apologize to me, it would have to be your teacher," Karma says. It didn't sound like he wasn't going to hold this against you, which is good, but you still felt bad. You know he's been looking forward to spending some time with you this weekend.

You scooted closer to him and tugged his shirt, causing Karma to pause the game to look at you with a questioning hum.

"C'mon, let's do something together." You said. "I really could use a break."

"Oh~" A devilish smirk made its way across his face. "So now you want my attention?"

You frowned. "C'mon on, don't be like that. I want to hang out with you."

"Hm~ how badly?" Karma taunts, wanting to beg, and you knew that. 

"Very badly."

"You sure?"

"Yes!" You huffed. 

Karma's mischievous side started to fade as he chuckled fondly at you. 

"You're cute." He began to lean in. "Come here."

The soft whisper he used was enough to get your cheeks to turn pink, but what got you to go completely red was when he pressed his lips against yours. 

The sound of the raindrops tapping against the window and the faint sound of Karma's video games was all you heard as you kissed your boyfriend back. Your homework and just school, in general, have been completely wiped from your mind. The only thing on your mind was Karma.

Karma pulled away far too quickly than he usually does when he wants to make out with you, only because he wants to see you pout. And when you did, he softly chuckles but continues to kiss you since your lips were too addictive to him.

This time Karma had no intentions of pulling back. He kept his lips on yours until you became too shy and flustered to continue. He stopped and suggested watching a movie.  

You went back to worrying about your homework for a second there, but the soft reassuring touch Karma gave you was enough to get you to convince yourself that your homework can wait. 

You let Karma pick the movie since you were too tired to debate which movie is better to watch on a rainy day. And whenever you let Karma pick, he would always choose Sonic Ninja. The first one, since none of the sequels appeal to him as much.

You found yourself pressed up against Karma, arms wrapped around his torso and watching the movie with some interest. You wouldn't say you enjoyed Sonic Ninja as much as your boyfriend, but the movie was a good distraction from your work. The fight scenes were at least fun to watch, and some of the characters provided you with enough entertainment so that you can sit through it whenever you and Karma watch the movie.

Admittedly though, whenever the boring parts came, you did think about all the assignments you still had to do.

When the movie did end, Karma thought you would quickly leave his grasp and get back to work as soon as the credits began to roll. Karma expects you to jump out of his arms and head back to work as if you have some sort of timer built into you. 

Karma glances down at you.

"Do you want to get back to work?"

You lazily shook your head. No. No work right now. Sure, you got a good 2-hour break, but it wasn't enough for you. You didn't want to leave Karma's side.

To put you in a more comfortable position, Karma laid down on the couch, letting you rest on his chest. You smiled and appreciated the comfort he gave you as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Play with my hair." You mumbled. 

"Hm... Sure, but what do I get out of it~?"

Ah, he loves to bargain with you, doesn't he? Well, considering all he wants is a kiss, you don't really argue with him.

You lifted your upper body and planted a soft kiss on his lip. When you went back to rest your head against his chest, you felt your boyfriend gently run his fingers through your head. A satisfying smile formed against your lips.

As the rain continues to fall, Karma kept playing with your hair with no complaint. He knows how much you've been working and just wants to help you relax now.

"I don't want to go to school tomorrow," you mumbled. 

As studious as you were, even you get burnt out from all this work. 

Karma chuckled. "You and me both. But, unlike you, I have the balls to skip class."

You huffed, slightly jealous of his "lazy but brilliant" persona. He does little of the work yet has one of the best scores. 

"I would skip if the school didn't contact our parents when a student is absent," you confessed, then groaned and nuzzled your face against his chest. "What a pain."

Karma gently patted your back, sensing how tense you were getting over the thought of school tomorrow.

"Okay, okay, enough school talk." He shushes in his honey-coated voice. Just focus on your cute boyfriend."

"Cute and annoying boyfriend." You bluntly reminded him.

As punishment for that comment, Karma ran his fingers down your side to tickle you. You squirm and laughed at this action.

"Hey--"

Before you can push yourself off to get away from him, Karma was merciful and stopped tickling you. He laughs playfully at your reaction, and as annoyed as you were, you couldn't help but chuckle. 

Instead of tickling you, Karma chooses to gently stroke your back. You smiled and snuggled closer to his neck. 

You only meant to shut your eyes for a couple of seconds, but Karma's scent and warmth were putting you to sleep.

"(Y/n)?" Karma said when he heard a light snore from you. He gently patted your back, and when you didn't respond, Karma knew that you must have fallen asleep.

The redhead cranes his neck to the side and spots the clock hanging on the wall. Normally, at this time, you would be sending Karma home by now. Even on a weekend, you like to keep a schedule and follow through with it. But, he doesn't have the heart to wake you up. You deserve some rest.

Karma relaxes his head, trying not to move so much to avoid waking you up. The only sound he would allow was the raindrops hitting the window outside.

He would let you sleep here as long as you want, then he would insist on helping you with your homework, no matter how much you refuse his help. But not before taking out his phone and taking a picture of the two of you. 

[ot3]

Sorry that was supposed to say: I love your narumitsu Christmas fic, do you ever think you’ll write other fic?

Thank you very much! and probably, at some point. god knows i have so many ideas. i really want to someday get back to writing my leverage au. I started a direct sequel to the christmas fic over 2 years ago, set 25 years afterwards for more christmas shenanigans, but there was just way way too much i wanted to cram in there like it'd probably be bare minimum 30k and it just got really daunting. I've also got a Phoenix and Trucy centric fic i've been tossing around in my brain for a couple years i'd really like to finish someday, but what's been written of it so far is just really not good.

I'm not much of a prose writer, i don't enjoy doing it a ton and i'm not super confident with the results, so it's really a last ditch effort for when an idea truly will not get purged from my brain. right now pretty much any of the time i would theoretically spend writing goes to working on my comic.

Anyway I had like the first thousand or so words of that sequel fic written up and then just stopped but ill stick whats there below the cut. YMMV.

Neither of them love Los Angeles, but they stay. Sooner or later everyone ends up back there. like a cat neglecting a sunbeam in favor of lying on the worn down arm of a highly trafficked couch, all Phoenix and Miles have to do is wait. The house feels cavernous when it’s just the two of them alone, but the days bleed by fast, sometimes distressingly so, and that emptiness only lasts as much as anything else does.

They’re alone now. Over a year or two since they’ve had a houseguest stay for more than a handful of days at a time. It makes the empty rooms feel frivolous. Perhap there’s something sad about it in the abstract, so many beds gathering dust. Miles doesn’t really mind it.

In the kitchen: Phoenix standing in front of the island chopping peppers and onions, Miles shuffling up behind him. Wraps his arms around his husband’s stomach, in the airy privacy of broad windows looking out to nothing but a generous yard. One hand slips under the hem of his shirt.

“Mmm… making breakfast?” He mumbles into Phoenix’s neck before laying a row of kisses along it.

“Yes, I’m making an omelet. For myself.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Miles pushes Phoenix’s shirt up a little further, and starts working his mouth across his jaw.

“I asked you if you wanted breakfast, and you said no, and to let you sleep more, and I did,” Phoenix huffs. 

“Yes, but now I’m awake,” he says, “and I’m hungry.”

One of Phoenix’s hands is still working the knife on the cutting board. The other reaches up over his shoulder to weave into Miles’ hair. Miles steps forward, pressing him insistently against the countertop.

“What? What is this?” Phoenix asks, tapping the flat of the knife on Miles’ wrist. “What are you doing here? Are you trying to have sex with me or do you want me to make you breakfast?”

“I want you to make me breakfast, and then I want to have sex with you.” It has been a long and busy week, but now that week is over. Miles intends to enjoy himself. 

“So needy! Pick one or the other, I’m not running a charity here.”

“Breakfast.” 

“You’re not even gonna pretend to think about that one?” He clicks his tongue. Sets the knife on the counter, turns around in Miles’ grip to loop his arms around the other man’s neck. “Don’t even have to consider if you want me more than an omelet?” 

“I’m being efficient and cutting out the part of this conversation where you pretend you’re not going to want me to fuck you in an hour or so regardless.”

“I don’t know about that. Maybe I’m finally over it. You’ve been working so many late nights, maybe the spark is gone. What if it’s now or never?” 

“I suppose,” Miles says, “that that’s a risk I’m willing to take. In pursuit of an excellent omelet.” 

“Then I guess I’m making omelets.” Phoenix disentangles himself and turns around. Picks the knife back up and – and immediately hurls it onto the floor as he startles, caught completely off guard by his phone ringing further down the counter. “Shit!”

He answers it. Miles tries to lean in and pick up the other half of the conversation, but Phoenix plants a hand firmly across his face to keep him at bay. Smudging his glasses, the nerve. On his end, Phoenix doesn’t say much. Mostly ‘uh huh’ and ‘yeah’ but he sounds excited, topping off the call with a ‘great!’ He sets it back on the counter when he’s done.

“That was Apollo,” he says, with more gravity than Miles thinks a phone call from Apollo warrants, not that he isn’t fond of the man.

“And?”

“And he called to tell us that he and Klavier are good. For Christmas, I mean. They can come.”

“Is that-”

“Yeah, I think so. Pretty sure.” Phoenix starts counting on his fingers, mouthing something but not saying it out loud. “Yeah. That’s everyone.”

Miles fails to resist the urge to double check. He mentally runs over the list himself. Trucy. Franziska and Ema. Maya and Pearl, and her girls, and whatever other sprog the two of them will be bringing up from Kurain. Apollo and Klavier and the kids. Kay. That’s it. That’s everyone. How many years had it been since they were last able to wrangle all of these people in the same room? Five? Closer to ten?

“Goodness,” he finds himself saying.

“Yeah,” Phoenix says again, and then, a pause. “Yeah. Hey. We should do presents.”

“Christ. You had to go ahead and ruin it already, didn’t you?” Miles picks the knife up off the floor and sets it into the sink before handing Phoenix another from the block. “I’m not doing this on an empty stomach.” 

Phoenix offers him a shitty little salute. “There’s that holiday spirit!” ----

Later, when they’re in the shower, Phoenix is thinking about it. They don’t do presents anymore. It had just trickled to a natural stop, unspoken, as everyone had gotten older and wealthier and more traveled. Houses and suitcases ending up with less and less empty space as years went on. If you saw something and thought someone just had to have it, you got it for them, but the expectation of it had long since flamed. Birthdays and Christmases marched by without much fanfare beyond a big dinner and a few too many drinks.

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Too Late To Go Back

Final Part

Danny x Reader (f)

Warnings: none

Find All Parts Here

It had been a couple of months since you told Danny that you didn’t see the two of you getting back together. He tried to act like everything was fine and that you could still be friends at first, but eventually the texts and calls stopped coming. You missed him so much. He may have not felt like your person romantically anymore, but he was still one of your best friends. So, you decided to reach out to him in hopes of rekindling your friendship.

You: Hey Danny! Been thinking about you! I was wondering if you’d like to go get some coffee and catch up?

Danny Boy: Hey. I would but I'm out of town.

You: Oh okay. Well maybe when you get back!

Danny never replied.

A week passes. While walking downtown, you see that gorgeous head of dark curls. Jogging over, you tap him on the shoulder. 

“Hey Danny!” You say with a smile.

“Hey! How have you been?” He asks, wrapping you in a hug.

Hugging him back, you grin and say, “I’ve been good! What about you? When did you get back into town?”

“A couple of days ago. I meant to text you, sorry about ghosting you.” He says looking down at the ground and shoving his hands in his pockets.

Touching his arm gently, you say, “It’s fine. No biggie. So where were you?”

Danny softly smiles and says, “I went back home for a few weeks. I needed to get away for a bit.”

“I get that. How was everyone?” You ask.

“Good! Everyone’s great. They all asked about you and said to tell you hi when I saw you next.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well tell them I say hi back.” You laugh. “Well, I won’t keep you. It was good to see you.”

“Good to see you too.” He says with a crooked grin.

You smile and wave as you turn to leave.

“Hey! Wait!” Danny calls.

Turning back around, you look at him confused. 

“Are you busy tonight?” He asks.

Shaking your head no, you say, “Nope, I was just going to stay in and watch Across the Universe again.”

Chuckling, Danny says, “You have the strangest taste in movies. Would you mind having some company? I’ll bring food.”

“Well if food is involved, of course I wouldn’t mind the company!” You joke.

“Alright! I knew you wouldn’t be able to say no.” Danny says with a wink. “Is 6 okay?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect. I’ll see you then.” You say.

“See you then.”

Danny came over later that evening and the two of you stayed up all night. You watched movies, ate, hung out, talked about anything and everything. It felt like you had your best friend back. From that night on, you and Danny were practically inseparable. Your friendship had never been better. Those days were some of the best of your life. Filled with laughter and happiness.

One night while at a party at Josh’s, you and Danny were sitting on the couch together. His arm casually wrapped around you. You were talking amongst yourselves when Sam came over and sat in between the two of you.

“Ope, sorry scuse me.” He said cramming himself between you. Patting each of you on the leg, he cleared his throat and said, “So listen, we’ve all been wondering when you two crazy kids are going to just admit that you’re back together.”

Wide eyed, you look at Sam and a blush creeps over your cheeks. Danny clears his throat and looks anywhere but at Sam or you.

“Well?” Sam presses.

“Samuel.” Danny warns.

“Oh c’mon! We all see how you two look at each other and how you act together. You’re in love with each other–” Sam says.

“Sam, I mean it. Drop. It.” Danny says sternly.

Throwing up his hands, Sam says, “Alright, alright.” Standing up, he turns to face both of you and says, “I’ll drop it. But just know that I know.”

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you watch him walk away. Danny scoots back next to you and places his arm around your shoulder once again.

Sighing, Danny says, “I’m sorry about that. I don’t know where that came from.”

Looking over at him, you take in the man next to you. It had been over two years since the two of you broke up. You’d spent this last year relishing your time together. He was an amazing friend, confidant, counselor. He’d slowly become your person once again.

Your heart started to race and your cheeks flushed. Clearing your throat you look away from him and down at the glass you were holding. 

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You whisper.

“You okay?” Danny asks, rubbing your shoulder.

Smiling weakly, you say, “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.”

Danny nods and accepts your answer.

The rest of the night goes without incident. Danny drives you back home and walks you up to your apartment. You invite him in and he accepts.

“Hey, I’m sorry if what Sam was saying upset you.” Danny says, face filled with worry.

“It didn’t.” You reply.

“Are you sure? Because you didn’t seem like yourself after that.” Danny insists.

“Danny–” You start.

“Yeah?”

Looking into his eyes, you take a deep breath. “Danny, would it be too late to go back?”

“Go back?” He questions.

“Go back to where we were two years ago?” You ask, heart beating quickly and searching for any sign of the answer.

Danny stands and stares at you. It’s too much. “That was stupid. Forget I even asked.” You say taking a step back.

Danny steps closer to you and takes your hand. Pulling you into his embrace, he slowly leans down and kisses you. The kiss takes your breath away.

Pulling away and cupping your face he says, “It’s never too late.”

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[shankothepervyclown]

Coach wants you on the team part 3 (CNC Gay fantasy)

The next day was Wednesday and you didn't have football practice after school but you hung around the gym at every opportunity and after school you sat outside the gym for a bit before heading home. There was no signs of coach. But tomorrow you had practice. And again the next day you hung around where you thought you might run into coach but never saw him.

All through practice he seemed completely indifferent. When practice ended he didnt even give you any extra laps, he just left. But you stayed and ran laps. All the while thinking what you did to make coach upset.

Then on friday at lunch you decide that you are going to coach's office. So you walk down the hall past the gym, past the change rooms to the end of the hall. On one side is the girls gym teacher's office and on the other is coach's. You knock on his door.

"Come in." You hear him say with a touch of annoyance in his voice.

You walk into his office and close the door. You look for a lock to the door but there is none. You quickly move a chair to block the door.

"What are you doing here?" He demands.looking at you sternly.

"I want to know what I did wrong...I'll do anything you want Coach." You say getting down on all fours and crawling towards him. He pushes his chair back from his desk to talk to you but you crawl closer and get under his desk directly in front of him.

"This is not the right time." He says but you start rubbing the crotch of his pants. You undo his belt and unzip his pants. Taking out his massive package. You start eagerly sucking his cock and massaging his balls. You feel him move his chair closer to him and put his hand of the back of your head.

"Mmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmm" you are trying to turn him on but you are also super horny. You have been dreaming of this man using your mouth again none stop. You are deepthroating him and looking up at him and he looks like he is loving it.

"Mmm baby." You hear him moan softly. "That's my good girl" finally those amazing words you couldnt stop repeating again and again in your head. You do not stop taking his big dick all the way down your throat until you can feel that hes getting close. You start to suck and lick the tip while stroking his cock with you hand. You could probably have used two hands but your other hand was still massaging his manly balls.

Coach is laying back in his chair. "Keep going. Ahhhhhhhhhhh......." and you can feel your mouth completely fill with his steaming hot cum. You hold it in your mouth for a moment savoring its salty sweet taste you, were now clearly addicted to it. Looking up at him you swallow and smile at him.

"Am I still your good girl Coach?" You ask still kneeling on the floor still half crammed under his desk.

"Yes your my good girl" he said kind of quietly. Moving his chair back to let you out, you crawl towards him.

"I think should be the coach's assistant from now on. So I can help you whenever you need." You say looking into his eyes.

"Yes. You're now my assistant." He agrees. Nodding his head as he finishes tightening his belt and straightening out his clothing.

"Coach I think I need you cell number. So you can reach me any time." You say as you finally stand up. Your coach writes his phone number on a post it note and hands it to you.

"For the record, I was not mad at you. Things are....stale with my wife lately." He says trying to not make direct eye contact and instead looking towards the trophy case.

"I'm glad I could be of service to you Sir. And for the record I'm sorry I'm not in uniform. " you tell him before going and moving the chair from the door.

"I guess I'll see you at practice after school Sir?" You asked eagerly.

"Thunderstorms all this afternoon and this evening. Its already raining outside. Practice will be canceled. " he says looking disappointed. "Lunch break is over in 3 minutes so you better hurry out." Coach says motioning his hand towards the door.

You leave and after school you go home disappointed. Your first practice as Coach's assistant, canceled do to rain. You would have to wait till Monday to get another chance with Coach.

But you text him Friday evening after dinner to make sure that he had your number and you tell him that he can contact you anytime.

[incorrectpizza]

So...my roommate preordered Jedi: Survivor for me for Christmas. I was ecstatic as it was a purchase i never would've splurged on myself, but she knew how much I loved the first game and wanted to me to be able to play the second one.

Since then...

I scheduled myself for work the original release date (St. Patrick's Day)

Then EA moved it to right before finals week.

Then the most dramatic campus-specific event in years rocked my little world and made my anxiety skyrocket, but, hey, at least I had Survivor to look forward to!

BUT, my dear friends, EA's release *sucked* and I stayed up until midnight to play it, only for it to spend hours unpacking.

And then the title sequence glitched the first time I tried to start it in the morning.

And then then, while troubleshooting the title sequence glitch, the FIRE ALARM WENT OFF.

My roommate managed to get it to boot up after we were allowed back in the dorm safe and sound. I played up to the first meditation point. It was amazing! One or two frame rate drops but overall it looked & felt epic.

Then we had to go to classes.

Then my roommate had a boatload of homework.

We finally were within twenty minutes or so of being able to sit down and play in earnest for a few hours.

And...

A friend walked over from the other room asking if I could run her to the ER because she felt like she couldn't breathe. Asthma attack. Cue forty five minute drive. She's okay, now, but we have the long, dark drive back which I'm not really looking forward to it.

I swear it feels like I'll never get to play Survivor.

Maybe I should quit trying before I jinx something else.

ADDENDUM: So...I never posted this...

BUT I can't resist posting even though it's terribly late and I did (spoiler alert) get to finish the game because IT GETS EVEN BETTER.

I was able to play several hours over the course of the first five days after the game's release but then there was a patch that came out Thursday, May 4th so I couldn't play it in the morning. I was going to play in the evening because I had a terribly busy afternoon but then...

I GOT A CONCUSSION.

And could not do screens because headache and also healing. So, not only could i not play on Star Wars Day, I had to take a solid five days off from playing.

I did technically boot up the game twice, once to play myself for fifteen minutes, and the other time to listen to my roommate play for a while because I really, really wanted to try and progress the story a bit.

I managed to play a few more hours after healing up and before my roommate left, taking her gaming laptop with her.

At this point, I was midway through the game and desperate. I somehow managed to launch it on my crappy computer and played for forty-five minutes one day. It stalled and I kept glitching through walls I was supposed to run across, but somehow it didn't crash.

Then once I got home I crammed the last third of the game in THREE DAYS before I went on a trip halfway across the U.S. During that time, I had to switch from my sister's gaming computer to my brother's because one of the last cutscenes kept glitching.

I did the final boss fight FOUR TIMES.

And then, my friends, I actually did it. Somehow.

Despite work schedules, delays, launch day bugs, a fire alarm, inexplicable crashes, and a concussion, I completed Jedi: Survivor.

[aspenmissing]

𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

The siblings rush into the airport and check the Departure board.

"Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes.”

"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone," Dean picks up a courtesy phone.

"Airport Services."

"Hi. Gate thirteen."

"Who are you calling, sir?

"I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on the flight, um...flight 4-2-4," Dean's silent for a moment. "Come on.”

"This is Amanda Walker."

"Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here.”

"Karen?"

"Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so-"

"Wa-wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her." Dean pauses.

"You what?"

"Five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?"

"Uh, well...there must be some mistake.”

"And how would you even know I was here?" Sam and Y/N go around Dean to try to hear what's going on. "Is this one of Vince's friends?"

"Guilty as charged."

"Wow. This is unbelievable."

"He's sorry."

"Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?"

"Yes, but...he needs to see you tonight, so— "

"No, I'm sorry. It's too late.”

"Don't be like that. Come on. The guy's a mess. Really. It's pathetic."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Look, I've got to go. Um...tell him to call me when I land." Amanda hangs up.

"No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda! Dammit! So close."

"All right, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane," Sam says.

"Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second." Dean is wide-eyed.

"Dean, that plane is leaving with a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash.”

"I know."

"Okay. So, we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. I and Y/N will get the tickets. You get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever that will make it through the security. Meet us back here in five minutes," Sam says. Dean looks at him anxiously.

"I and Dean will go to the trunk, you get the tickets," Y/N says as she walks away, pulling Dean with her.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"No, not really."

"What? What's wrong?"

"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh..."

"Flying?"

"It's never really been an issue until now."

"You're joking right?"

"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I like driving everywhere, Y/N?"

"All right. Uh, I'll get the stuff, and I and Sammy will go," Dean stops walking.

"What?"

"I and Sammy will do this one on our own," Y/N stops and turns to face Dean.

"What are you, nuts? You heard Sammy yourself, the plane's gonna crash."

"Dean, we can all do it together, or I and Sammy can do this one by ourselves. I'm not seeing a third option, here.”

"Come on! Really? Man..."

==

"Flight attendants, please cross-check doors before departure." Y/N is in the aisle seat and is anxiously reading the safety card, Dean sits in the middle, while Sam sits on the window seat.

"Just try to relax," Y/N whispers, Dean using his free hand to hold onto Y/N's arm.

"Just try to shut up," the plane takes off, with Dean jumping at every rumble and sound, making him grip Y/N's arm tighter. Sam smirks as she sighs.

==

Dean is leaning back, humming to himself. Sam and Y/N look at him.

"You're humming Metallica?" Sam questions.

"Calms me down."

"Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused," Y/N says, smiling reassuringly.

"Okay."

"I mean, we got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism," Sam says.

"Yeah, on a crowded plane. That's gonna be easy.”

"Just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?"

"It's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through. Somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress," Dean says.

"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up.”

"Mm-hm." Y/N turns to a flight attendant "Excuse me. Are you Amanda?"

"No, I'm not."

"Oh, my mistake."

"Mm-hmm." Y/N looks to the back of the plane at Amanda.

"All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental."

"What if she's already possessed?"

"There are ways to test that." Dean goes into his bag and comes out with a Virgin Mary-shaped bottle of water. "I brought holy water."

"No." Sam snatches the bottle and tucks it inside his hoodie. "I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God.”

"Oh. Nice." Dean passes by Y/N and turns to go.

"Hey." Sam calls.

"What?" Dean replies.

"Say it in Latin.”

"I know." Dean leaves again.

"Okay. Hey!" Y/N calls.

"What?!"

"Uh, in Latin, It's "Christo"."

"Dude, I know! I'm not an idiot." Dean makes his way to the back of the plane, thumping a seat once after the plane shakes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your first officer speaking..." At the back of the plane, Amanda is fussing with the drink cart and napkins.

"Hi."

"Hi. Can I help you with something”?

"Oh, no. I'm just a bit of an uneasy flier. It makes me feel better to walk around a little bit.”

"Oh, it happens to the best of us.”

"Of course, you being a stewardess, I guess flying comes easy to you" Amanda laughs.

"You'd be surprised."

"Really? You're a nervous flier?"

"Yeah, maybe, a little bit."

"How is it that, being a stewardess, you're scared to fly?"

"Kind of a long story."

"Right. I'm sorry for asking.”

"It's okay."

"You ever consider other employment."

"No. Look, everybody's scared of something. I just, uh...I'm not gonna let it hold me back.”

"Huh."

"So.."

"Christo" Dean says quietly.

"I'm sorry. Did you say something?" Dean hesitates.

"Christo?"

"I-I didn't, I didn't."

"Yeah, nothing. Never mind." Dean returns to Sam and Y/N.

"Okay."

"All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet."

"You said, Christo?" Sam says.

"Yeah."

"And?" Y/N asks.

"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her.”

"So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone. Anywhere." The plane shakes.

"Come on! That can't be normal!" Dean mutters.

"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence," Y/N says, gripping Dean's arm.

"Guys, this plane is going to crash, okay? So, quit treating me like I'm friggin' four.”

"You need to calm down."

"Yes, you can."

"Dude, stop the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping.”

"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down. Right now," Dean takes a long, slow breath.

"Good," Y/N says, she begins flicking through the journal. "Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work. The Rituale Romanum," Y/N says.

"What do we have to do?" Dean asks.

"It's two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which makes it more powerful," Sam explains.

"More powerful?"

"Yeah."

"How?" Dean asks.

"Well, it doesn't need to possess anyone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own," Y/N says.

"Oh. And why is that a good thing?"

"Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all.”

"First things first, we got to find it," Dean walks slowly up the aisle with his EMF meter, getting odd looks but no readings. Sam suddenly claps him on the shoulder, and he jumps.

"Ah! Don't do that.”

"Anything?"

"No, nothing. How much time we got.”

"Fifteen minutes. Maybe we miss somebody.”

"You believe that?"

"Well, I will if you will." Dean looks down as the EMF meter spikes. The Copilot exits the bathroom and heads toward the cockpit.

"What? What is it?"

"Christo" The Co-pilot turns slowly to face them he turns around and his eyes are black. He then turns and goes back into the cockpit. The three looks at each other.

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N head to the back of the plane toward Amanda.

"She's not gonna believe this."

"Twelve minutes, dude."

"Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope.”

"That's kind of what we need to talk to you about," Sam closes the curtain.

"Um, okay. What can I do for you?" Amanda asks.

"All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485," Y/N's smile disappears.

"Who are you guys?"

"Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure," Y/N says.

"We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now."

"I'm sorry, I—I'm very busy. I have to go back-" She tries to push past Dean but is stopped by him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? But listen to me, uh...The pilot in 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead."

"Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?"

"He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?" Y/N says.

"I-" Amanda is cut off from Sam.

"Look, there was something wrong with 2485. Now maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't. But there's something wrong with this flight, too.”

"Amanda, you have to believe us" Dean pleads.

"On...on 2485, there was this man. He...had these eyes.”

"Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about.”

"I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?"

"Okay. The co-pilot, we need you to bring him back here" Dean says.

"Why? What does he have to do with anything?"

"Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him. Okay?"

"How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the co-pilot-"

"Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit”.

"Do you know that I could lose my job if you-"Amanda is cut off from Dean.

"Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out" Amanda hesitates.

"Okay," Amanda leaves and goes to the cockpit. She knocks on the door and says something inaudible to the co-pilot, who follows her back. Sam and Dean pull out the holy water, and Y/N pulls out John's journal and opens it.

"Yeah, what's the problem?" Dean punches him in the face, knocking him down, and puts duct tape over his mouth.

"Wait. What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him.”

"We are gonna talk to him" Dean splashes holy water on his skin, which sizzles.

"Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?"

"Look. We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain”.

"Well, I don't understand- I don't know”.

"Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda"

"Okay. Okay," Amanda leaves.

"Hurry up Y/N. I don't know how much longer we can hold him”?

"Regna terrae, cantata Deo, satellite Domino-" The demon breaks free briefly and hits all three until Dean manages to subdue him again. Y/N picks up where she left off. The demon knocks Y/N and Dean off again and pulls the tape off his mouth. He grabs Sam by the collar.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!" Dean and Y/N recover, and she hits the Demon as Sam sits there, stunned. She then picks up the journal.

"Sam!" Dean shouts. Sam recovers as Y/N starts reading again. Both Sam and Dean are now pinning the Demon down. The demon then kicks Y/N, sending the journal up the aisle.

"I got him" The Demon looks to Y/N and into her eyes, its own seemingly realizing and recognizing something before it exits the Co-pilot's body and disappears into a vent "Where'd it go?"

"It's in the plane. Hurry up. We got to finish it”.

The plane suddenly dips and heaves violently. Sam struggles to retrieve the book as Dean splays himself against the exit door screaming. Y/N sits with her back to the wall, grabbing onto whatever she can to keep her stable. Sam manages to grab the book and reads the rest of the exorcism. A bright electrical charge runs through the entire plane, which then levels out. Various people ask if everyone's okay. Amanda sighs in relief. Dean and Y/N come out from behind the curtain as Sam sighs.

==

The passengers from the flight are disembarking in an area milling with uniformed agents. The Co-pilot is seated in a wheelchair with a blanket wrapped around him, being questioned by an agent.

"Sir, can you tell me what happened?"

"I don't know. I was walking through the airport, and then it all went blank. I don't even remember getting on the plane" Amanda is being questioned by another agent.

"Anything else?"

"No, that's all" She sees Sam, Dean, and Y/N standing across the way and mouths "Thank you". They nod.

"Let's get out of here" The three head for the exit. "You, okay?" Sam stops and turns.

"Dean, it knew about Jessica”.

"Sam, these things, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was”.

"Yeah"

"Come on"

==

"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed" Jerry shakes their hands "Your dad's gonna be real proud.

"We'll see you around, Jerry" Y/N begins to head off.

"You know, Jerry," she says.

"Yeah"

"I meant to ask you, how did you get my cell phone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months" Y/N says.

"Your dad gave it to me."

"I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call. Thanks again, guys" Jerry leaves.

==

"This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service" Y/N dials a number. As the voice message begins, she turns it so Sam and Dean can hear too.

"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my daughter, Y/N. 785-555-0179. She can help" Sam fumes and gets into the car, followed by Dean and Y/N and they drive off.

[realpapaemeritusiv]

🔫 Tell everyone about gianni rn or I’ll shoot (it’s full of water) (just regular water but it’s like just slightly cold)

damn guess i gotta tell the world about my main boy gianni. it'll be under a cut bc its long as shit

okay so this right here

is gianni (technically gianni copia emeritus if we're going by full legal names here). we've made our own lore and i hope eventually you'll make a masterpost of it so if i write stuff later on i can include the link as a reference for anyone that might choose to read it bc honestly i think the lore that we've altered and made up is really interesting and i think people might enjoy reading it one day. anyway, onto the meat and potatoes of this.

so, with the lore that we've created, gianni is the twin brother of copia (named giorgio/gio in our lore bc honestly he needed a name and that name slaps) born to nihil and lucifer (i am 100% down to answer more questions on this bc this slaps also ik owen will def be down to answer questions about that little tidbit or it might be in the headcanon tag on their blog).

there's a bit of a branching path with him because i go back and forth between having them be raised together until they're both 10 or until they're both 5, but the constant is nihil having to send away one son to keep them safe from imperator (named cirice in our lore and will be called that for the duration of this post just to keep things streamlined). from 5/10 until his mid to late 30s, gianni worked his way up in the ranks of an abbey in italy that i think i made up. honestly, he was completely taken advantage of in that abbey, being worked to near death by the cardinals and siblings of sin (fun fact this man is a people pleaser to the max and also physically cannot take a single day off and has actually almost died from it). while literally being overworked by pure luck he managed to meet a special someone (you'll shit when you find out who it is) and starts a little sneaky relationship with them.

the person? temptesa, aka our own rain ghoul. (i'm sure owen's posted lore about it so go check it for more deets). they probably get a good year or two together and exchange rings before his beloved is sent away without his knowledge (to Linköping by pure luck where they're later reunited and i'll def expand on that if anyone wants to know more)

so he's eventually asked to return to the abbey as a cardinal (that we placed in Linköping just for simplicities sake and to have one cohesive area anytime the abbey's mentioned) and arrives back home after 25-30 years to one of 2 things

the previous papas already having been executed by cirice and prepared for the veneration of relics and everyone in the abbey absolutely depressed

or

during anti christmas :)

i haven't really taken the time to build the lore on everything that happens immediately after he's returned home, but he does continue his work as a cardinal and watching as his twin becomes papa and tours the world spreading the word of the church

UNTIL

he gets to play papa one time because his brother's way too sick to perform the ritual/show and he's the only one available who can fill the role. he literally crams learning all the songs in like 11 hours and is such a nervous wreck before that first show and he def barfs at least once before he goes on stage for the first time.

this man is a whole ass natural at being on that stage. talks to the crowd, puts his whole self into every song, and literally stays a few hours after that first show just to talk to anyone who stays after bc this man loves the fans, adores them tbh.

he finally gets his chance to be papa when gio wants to step down and focus on starting a family with his wife (who i am also 100% down to talk about later, not rn tho this is gianni time) and this man puts his entire being into being a good papa. he doesn't take a salary, pushes for the ghouls to be equal to him, defends the ghouls (and there's a ton of stuff i could talk about when it comes to him with the ghouls bc this man is lowkey a whore), and just pretty much revamps the church from the ground up and has the ghouls finally be equals to everyone else.

that's just a lil taste of gianni tbh bc there's so much more i could talk about but i gotta workshop some of it still

[deadangelo]

i completely forgot about my final assignment for my online class (which is worth 100 points) and now i’m going to fail the class which means i either have to take a 3-credit summer class (which is $$$) to maintain my scholarship (which i could lose anyway if my gpa tanks bc of the failed class) or i’ll completely lose my scholarship which reduces my tuition by a significant amount and it’s all because i’m an irresponsible dumbass who can’t keep up with assignments that aren’t for in-person classes :)))))

[riku-writings]

ADMIRATION

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader likes to fantasize about The Home Economics Club Leader's Hands.

Warnings: Smut with a smol plot, Fingering.

A/n: I am not really sorry about this ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡,,, inspired by that one megumi oneshot in wattpad that i read ages ago. . .((edited hundred times since i just realized now that some of the smut parts were messed up even though i checked it multiple times,,, I'm sorry for the confusion i hope i got the order right ಠ,_｣ಠ)

Wc; 2k

It started with just an innocent admiration of him being a charming dude, that's all. The guy's a good student, an overall husband material with his sewing and cooking skills. He was heaven sent with his overall visual ( dyed hair, piercings and his eyebrow slits). Everyone knows he's a delinquent because of that Pehyan dude who would fight with Yasuda-San just to excuse mitsuya out of the club. Despite his delinquent bg, Mitsuya was respectful and patient. Making every girl and boy swoon over him.

A bad boy with a soft hubby side. Best of both worlds they would say.

You were part of it. The Home Economics Club, they were lying if the whole club wasn't a simping club for the one and only Mitsuya Takashi. It was only yasuda and you who took the club for extra credits. The others well, you could say they were there to see him. Eitherway everyone was cooperative and hardworking.

Not only were you with him in that club. You were his classmate. Even better, his seatmate. You always get a view of his charming side profile.

You find yourself just staring at his features, from his long lashes to his pointed nose, down to his lips. Sometimes his tongue would dart out, out of pure concentration. (You noticed this whenever you try and get his attention to check your work in the club)

Your eyes always latching itself down to his hands. Not that you're a complete freak but you appreciate it. Like if someone asked you what body part attract you the most. You would definitely answer, hands.

His hands were the prettiest especially when its enclosed with those rings that has a cross engrave on it. It was veiny, fingers elongated and a bit bony. Nails cleanly cut. His wrist always had a silver bracelet on it. You don't know why was that attractive.

You had an unpopular opinion that it was soft to touch. You wonder if your thoughts were true. You can feel yourself blush at the thought of him just holding your hand.

You can't help it but you just stare at them with pure admiration. Due to this, you noticed how he liked twirling a pen around his middle and index finger. Fascinated, you tried it once, though you failed. You not knowing he was looking at your failed attempts. Grinning.

"y/n are you listening?" A voice called pulling you out of your own embarassing thoughts. You look up at the owner of the hands you've been staring at for a while now.

"U-uhm yes?"

"Tell me how did you end up with this then?" Mitsuya raises his brow, your messed up fabric lifted up by him. The girls around you giggled at your clumsy behaviour. You retrieved it. "Ehm, I'm sorry leader can you explain it again?"

"Alright, listen this time dummy" He says with a teasing grin, ruffling your hair gently. He sat next to you. Using the seam ripper to remove your mistakes. You just stared at his fingers pointing at where you should redo it.

You wondered how he would shove it in your mo—

You mentally slapped yourself. As you crossed your legs together at the sudden image that came over your mind. "You okay? y/n?" Mitsuya stared at you noticing how you pressed your thighs together. "Hmhm" You responded.

"Leader! can you check this?" Another called out for mitsuya. He stood up and pats your shoulder.

"alright, I'll leave it to you then" He smiled.

The next days you tried to scold your mind for having intrusive thoughts of Mitsuya and his hands. Unfortunately, your mind developed a sudden kink with it. Making every imaginary situation more. . . . lewd.

"Hey Y/n! Hold up your hand" Your classmate suddenly called you lifting his hand towards yours. You knew exactly what he was trying to do, since he's been busy tryna do that with the other girls this morning. "Eh? I don't want to." You replied.

"Bet if mitsuya did it, y/n would do it!" Another classmate of yours shouted from the back. You raised your middle finger, continuing on cramming your homework.

"Leader~ Can you do that for us~" The boys teasingly called mitsuya. Who was back from his lunch raising an eyebrow at them. Hands pocketed "Do what?"

"We're just comparing hand sizes" They shrugged lifting up their hands. "Y/n won't let us~~"

"Eh? Stop bothering y/n." Mitsuya say in his deep voice his feet landing a hit on their butts, before proceeding to you. The men in the back groaned.

Bending to meet your gaze. He grinned "Now you owe me, work on your missed templates with me later" The lilac haired boy reminded. You just rolled your eyes on him mocking a tongue out. He chuckled. "And I thought you just saved me, leader."

You stayed with him in the club room. Doing your templates beside him. Him just handstitching a bunny like doll. The room slowly darkening as the sun sets. He turned on a lamp beside his table. Slowly the other girls started to leave the club room, waving their goodbye's to Mitsuya.

"Hmmmm you've been spacing out lately, are you okay?" He coughed softly referring to your messed up works recently. Eyes going to you.

"Me? spacing out?" You acted dumb, you scoffed in a fake manner. Brushing your hair with your fingers to shake off your stiffening state.

Not meeting any of his gaze, you just continued to sketch.

Did he figure it out? Did he catch me staring at his hands? Nah I need to stop overthinking.

"Alright then." Silence invaded the whole club room again. Your eyes roamed around realizing the rest of the girls left already leaving you two alone.

"Hold your hand up." Mitsuya suddenly commanded. Eyes going to him, you raised your brow. "I wanna know— our hand difference." He explained raising his hand infront of you. Placing his doll down the table.

"You know the boys in our class are just a bunch of perverts right?" Speaking like a fucking hypocrite, your actions didn't match up with your words. Almost instinctively, you faced him holding them up. He pressed his against yours.

Your insides melt at this gesture. Your theory confirmed that he has actually, soft hands.

"You have cute small hands" His lips curled up, slowly his fingers intertwined with yours, locking it with his. "Well yours rough" You lied, cheeks burning as you looked at your connected hands. "Is that so?"

Abruptly, mitsuya pulled you close to him. Making your other hand rest on top of his shoulder. His face centimeters away yours. Lips almost brushing.

"So is this what they're trying to do with you?" He asks in a low voice his eyes piercing through you. Craning his neck, curious.

"Yeah. . . " You broke eye contact. "Good thing I stopped them." He chuckled, eyes closing. He leaned back. Patting your head.

Funnily, that interaction with him didn't stop your thoughts. Actually it made your whole dirty secret worse. Just seeing him tapping his fingers on his lips as his chin rested on his palm. Made your mind run thoughts about the things his hands would do to you.

You leaned back looking around the morning peace in the clubroom. You were always the first one to go here. Since it's more quiet that way.

You closed your eyes craning your neck side to side. Loosening up a bit.

What would his fingers feel wrapped around your neck— no. no.

You shifted on your seat, pressing your thighs together. Mentally slapping yourself.

Changing your attention, your sight caught your pen. Picking it up you tried to do that cool trick again. Trying to twirl it around in between your middle and index finger.

"Ohhh you're trying to do it again?" Mitsuya popped out of nowhere. You jolted a bit, making him laugh. You clearly didn't see him coming in.

He hovered behind you, his chest pressed on your back as he rested his hand on your desk right beside yours. He leaned in observing your half-done project. "Again?" You asked head turning towards his face.

"Well I saw you trying to do this"

He pulled his other hand up grabbing your pen, his fingers did it in ease. "no need to brag leader-san" You tell him grabbing your pen back. "Looks like you're gonna stay with me again later" Mitsuya mentioned pointing at your work.

After classes you proceeded to your clubroom already, knowing you're gonna take so long with your project. Though you were greeted by yasuda leaving you with her tasks because apparently she also had friday plans like the others. The others always had friday plans that it would leave you, yasuda and mitsuya with the work.

"It's okay yasuda-san! I promise to clean up and remind leader to lock the door!" You assured her, she then finally nodded. "Fine fine— Also don't let that slimy delinquent distract leader" She added, you nodded giving her a big thumbs up, she then waved her hands leaving you all alone with the mess of excess papers and fabric from this morning.

You tied your hair as you clean up the place before doing your own project. You actually sat on the front desk as you look around feeling satisfied. Finally continuing your hand stitch. (You gave up after breaking 3 needles into half with your machine.)

You stay seated on the front desk, comfortably doing your own project. Humming a few songs here in there. The door then slid open.

"I'm guessing yasuda san has plans?" Mitsuya came in seeing you on his desk. "yup" You nodded eyes focused on your stitch. Sudden fingers gripped your knees.

"You should stop manspreading in that skirt" He scolded you pushing your knees together. You shivered at his touch against your skin. Due to this sudden awareness of his hand still gripping your lower thighs— you accidentally pricked your finger on a needle.

"Ouch." You hissed as you saw your finger starts to ooze out blood. "You're so clumsy" Mitsuya clicked his tongue removing the cloth on your hands bringing it down to the side. He grabbed your hand and started sucking on your finger.

"U-uhm" You widened your eyes as you saw the sight of mitsuya sucking your index finger. You blushed profusely at this. "Eh? I- I — you didn't have to do that" He finally let go of your finger.

"I don't have bandages on me—plus that always does the trick" He says wiping it. You just nodded looking around. "Tsk what is it that got you distracted again hm?" He questions furrowing his brows he leaned closer to you. He layed his hands on the table, locking you in.

"Ugh you really want me to say it huh?" You groaned. He craned his neck to the side. Waiting for you to continue. "Okay— I may have a small admiration towards your hands. . ."

"Admiration?"

"Well it was honestly innocent at first until it got all dirty and as much as I wanted to get it out of my head you suddenly do things to me"

"And what was my hands doing?"

"Mitsuya . . "

"No dove tell me" He said as the choice of endearment shoot straight to your core. Making you shift on your seat.

"hm shoving it in my mou—"

Mitsuya shoved his middle and index finger inside your mouth. Your cheeks burn at the sudden action. His other hand held your waist, holding you closer. "You like this?" He asked with hooded eyes. Your tongue twirled around his finger, he slowly discarded them letting out a popping sound as it came out of your lips. Feeling your chest warmed up down to your lower belly.

"Is this why you're so distracted lately? because you're too busy thinking about my hands?" He then held your chin with his fingers as he hummed. Lips inching closer to yours. You just nodded feeling feverish. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Once again you nodded. You can feel the growing lust underneath your skirt. Pressing your thighs together to relief the heat. Mitsuya following the movement. His eyes went back to pierce through yours.

"Say please" He smugly commanded. You pouted.

He taps your lips. Wetting it with your own spit.

"Please kiss me."

Mitsuya leaned in to claim your lips, you lightly gasped as his lips finally touch yours. Closing your eyes, you melt into his kiss. He smirked at his before his hand on your waist went up to your hair tie, pulling it to let your hair flow against your shoulders.

He then licked your lips, instinctively you opened your mouth allowing him to enter his warm wet muscle inside. You whimpered at this, feeling your feverish state get warmer. Spreading all over your body. He caressed your cheek as he kissed you deeper. His other hand caressing your side, slightly brushing up against your chest. You hummed against his lips.

Biting onto your bottom lip he licked it. Before leaning back, placing a soft kiss on yours before taking in your whole panting visual.

"Do you want me to touch you, dove?" He questions, his thumb now pressing onto your bottom lip. His left hand went down on your thighs, softly pinching them.

"Please touch me, takashi"

With that his fingers indulged inside the band of your damp underwear. "Hm you're so wet, princess" He hummed letting his finger brushed up against your folds. You squirmed under his touch, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Is this what you're thinking about in class?" He whispered next to your ear, placing a hot kiss on your cheek. You nodded, biting onto your red lips. As his middle finger continued to slide so easily with your wet slick. Up and down teasing both of your sensitive clit and your pleading hole.

You then felt the pad of his fingers teasing circles on your entrance, you looked at him with glossed eyes. He licked his lips seeing you practically begging for it.

His other hand held the back of your knees spreading your legs to gain more access. You leaned back supporting your weight with your hands.

Letting your skirt ride up, He bit his lips as he saw your ruined flimsy panties with his hand in it. You just looked at him with a pout wanting his fingers to penetrate your hole. "Please" You plead him trying to grind into his hand. Without caution he plunged his two fingers in your heat.

You bit back a moan. "Don't hold back now, dove." He said with a smug as he felt your hole clench around his fingers. "I-I can't takashi" You say feeling little under him. He chuckled at your pouting lips before placing a kiss on them. "Acting shy now huh"

Mitsuya curled his fingers inside making you squirm. "Don't move." He warned before pounding his hand into your writhing pussy. His long fingers hitting your soft spot almost immediately. You moaned letting your forehead clash itself against his. "You're taking my fingers so well baby. So noisy" He said referring to the slick slapping sounds of your wet pussy. You blushed at this ashamed on how you were making a mess on his hands.

"Aa you're so lewd— bet you've touched yourself multiple times thinking about this" He said adding another finger in your hole easily. You sobbed at the sudden feeling of fullnes inside "Hmm too much"

"Too much? you're a good girl you can take it" He says kissing your cheek once agaib. He thrusted his three fingers into your hole curling it up to feel your spongey walls clenching into him tighter.

"Mmn t-takashi—k-kiss" You mumbled feeling yourself itching up to your own orgasm.

"You want a kiss baby hm?" He hummed as his thrusts got harder and faster. Knuckles deep, the tip of his fingers hitting your sensitive spot. You purred nodding, He kissed your lips deeply making your moans muffled. You felt hot inside you as you panted trying to comprehend everything that he was doing to you. With that you felt your orgasm continue to build up. Your head leaned back breaking off his kiss, grinding back into his hand. Mitsuya felt yourself tighten continuing to hit on your sweet spot. Your own wetness beginning to drip down.

His thumb finally taking notice of your abandoned nub. He played with it. You squirmed as you feel it burn against his thumb.

"'m close" You squeak biting onto your lips. "Go on baby cum on my fingers" He said littering kisses on your neck, hands pounding into you harshly. With those words and his thumb rubbing your sensitive clit. Your thighs started to fidget. You closing your eyes shut as you panted.

You came onto his fingers. You let out a whiny moan as His fingers slowly ride out your high.

"Good girl" He said pulling his fingers out your panties. Your eyes opened seeing him cleaning his fingers clean with his tongue. He smirked as you lolled your tongue out. He placed his fingers on your tongue, letting you lick and suck them clean.

"You look so pretty like that, dove" He say as you finished pulling his fingers out popping out of your lips. He held your waist with his arms, moving you closer again. Leaning in to kiss you softly this time on your forehead. "How was that?"

"Better than what I imagined actually"

"C'mon it looks like we have friday plans too" Mitsuya said kissing your lips. Bringing you down the table. You smiled.