#stop drop and ROLL IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION

[cinnamoroll-things]

The squad’s been at Rooster’s house for maybe an hour. Backyard barbecue, beers in the cooler, burgers on the grill. Phoenix has her boots kicked up on the patio table. Hangman’s going on about some girl who apparently tried to have a one-night stand with him last night, and Bob is trying so hard to act interested in whatever bullshit he’s saying.

Mav shows up with a six-pack and an expression that says “I don’t wanna be here,” which is a lie.

It’s easy. Familiar. The kind of hangout that comes after long flights and non-stop banter over the comms.

And then she opens her back door.

Rooster’s house and hers share a long, open backyard—two houses facing opposite directions, no fence in between. She and Rooster took the old fence down a year ago because it was easier to get to each other’s house through the yard. At least, that’s what they tell themselves.

But this time, when the glass door slides open, Rooster isn’t alone. And suddenly, everyone has their attention on her.

A lit cigarette’s already in her hand—she didn’t just light it. She’s been smoking inside. Music comes with her, loud and unapologetic. One of those moments where no one says anything, because no one really knows what to say.

Phoenix lowers her sunglasses just enough to get a better look.

Bob’s chewing slows.

Hangman actually stops mid-sentence, which is unheard of.

Rooster doesn’t even glance up. He just groans, tilts his head back, tongs still in hand.

“Not that shit again,” he mutters, already walking.

“Who’s that?” Fanboy asks, eyes narrowing across the yard.

“Neighbor,” Mav says, sipping his beer like he already knows what’s about to happen.

“Well, isn’t she something,” Hangman says with that look on his face.

“I hate to agree with Seresin, but she is cute,” Phoenix adds, taking her sunglasses off.

Rooster walks straight across the yard. Doesn’t call her name. Doesn’t hesitate.

“Didn’t know you smoked inside now,” he says, loud enough for all of them to hear. “Or are you just trying to piss me off?”

She doesn’t say a word. Just takes a drag and gives him that look.

“You know you’re twenty, right?” Rooster adds. “You’re gonna die before you turn thirty if you keep smoking that shit.”

Still nothing. And just before he reaches her, she slips back inside and closes the sliding door. She stands behind the glass and keeps smoking, like she’s daring him to say something else.

Hangman blinks. “Okay, I have questions.”

“I’m confused,” Bob says.

Rooster doesn’t stop. He disappears around the side of her house.

Phoenix sits up. “That’s not the first time that’s happened, right?”

Mav shrugs. “She just loves to get on his nerves.”

“Wait. He has a key to her house?”

“Yeah.”

“…Why?”

“No one knows.”

The sliding door opens again.

She steps outside, clearly trying to bolt for the yard before Rooster can—

Too late.

He catches her mid-run, one arm around her waist like it’s nothing. Like he’s done it a hundred times.

“Come on,” she huffs, squirming.

“Gimme the cigarette.”

“Get your own.”

He takes it anyway. Hits it once, casually. Clearly not for the first time.

And that’s when the backyard goes completely quiet.

“It just gets more interesting every second,” Phoenix says.

“Since when does Rooster smoke?” Bob asks, genuinely confused.

Hangman tilts his head. “Okay but… are they siblings or what? Like, is this some weird step-sibling situation? Because this has layers.”

Rooster exhales the smoke, looks down at her, says something low they can’t hear. She rolls her eyes and reaches for the cigarette again—he doesn’t give it back. Just drops it and steps on it.

“Child,” he mutters.

“Buzzkill,” she snaps back.

And just like that, she turns and walks back inside.

Rooster heads back to the grill like nothing happened. Picks up the tongs.

No one says anything for a few seconds.

Then: “Seriously, man. Who is she?” Hangman asks.

Rooster raises a brow. “Neighbor.”

“You were in her house.”

“Yep.”

“You fucking chased her.”

“Not the first time.”

Phoenix crosses her arms. “Are you two—”

“Nope.”

“Have you ever—”

“Also nope.”

“Do you want to?”

Rooster looks up from the grill, deadpan. “Do you?”

Hangman laughs. “He’s got us there.”

Mav leans back in his chair, sips his beer, smirking.

“I’ve been trying to figure them out for six months,” he says. “Still haven’t cracked it.”

This is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted on here, so I’m still figuring things out—but I’m really excited (and kinda nervous)! I’ve got so many ideas in my head, I just don’t always know how to get them down in a way that makes sense yet. So if anything feels a little all over the place, let me know

If you ever have ideas, blurbs, or just wanna throw something at me, please do! I’m in a bunch of fandoms and love chatting about them.

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[urbestestwindgod]

oh, just a little winion that snuck here with me, *it waves and sticks out its tongue* even though i told them all to stay home and wait for me to get back

starting my not bullying mortals for sport era, wish me luck! step one is apparently leaving my island and doing things with other people, any tips?

[heathermason6060]

Rick Grimes x F!Reader x Daryl Dixon Smut: And There was only One Bed

Warnings/Mentions: Smut, unprotected sex, jealous Rick, awkward inexperienced Daryl, dry humping, spooning sex, oral, handjobs (Daryl receiving), staying quiet/fear of being caught, Daryl pretending to be asleep

Summary: Rick, Daryl, and reader get caught out on a storm and take shelter in a small cabin. They're stuck there for the night, and you'll never guess what happens next. THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED

Notes: God this is so hot I don't care that the morals are questionable!!!! I need it more than anything I've ever needed before thank you for requesting anon

Being squished between a snoring Daryl and Rick's hard-on was not how you imagined your night going when you set out that morning.

It was supposed to be a cut and dry intel run. Scope out the new group nearby, learn a few things, maybe grab some supplies on your way back, but no, it's never that easy.

First off, you couldn't find the group. Aaron claimed they were composed of maybe forty people living in the nearby school, but the place was quiet when you'd checked it out.

Then, Rick's truck broke down. Dead battery. Daryl set out looking for one with enough juice to get you home when the first signs of a storm rolled in. Angry dark clouds and cold fat raindrops.

The only place nearby in walking distance was down a long gravel road. It was the smallest, but also the cutest, cabin you'd ever laid eyes on. It only had three rooms, one bedroom with a bathroom, and a large open living area that held a tiny kitchen and a couch with a fireplace.

“Get those windows boarded up.”

Rick was quick to spew out commands after the three of you busted through the front door, all wet and shivering. The wind was so strong it slammed the door closed behind you, blowing the curtains and causing stray paper to fly off their tables.

“Can't!” Daryl shouted. He stood behind you shielding his face from the rain shooting through the broken windows.

That's how you ended up in the bedroom. You sat shivering on the foot of the bed as Rick went through the dresser, looking for clothes to replace the soaking fabric you all wore.

Daryl slid the bedroom vanity in front of the door. He even went as far as to set the armchair on top of it.

“Can we just wait it out?” Your teeth clattered together as Rick tossed you a towel from the closet. You ruffled it in your hair and watched Daryl.

He was standing in front of the only window in the room, his arms crossed and his thumbnail between his teeth.

“Yeah, should ease up soon.” Rick sat on the bed opposite from you, drying his arms and hair with his own towel.

“Naw.” Daryl muttered. He finally turned away from the window and began drying himself. “Gonna be a few hours, at least.”

You furrowed your brows, looking down in your lap. This was quite the predicament. Stuck in a bedroom with two men, one you barely knew and were pretty sure hated you.

The other… Well, you weren't sure what Rick was to you.

Daryl wasn't right, but he wasn't wrong either. The storm did continue for a few hours, but it also didn't show any signs of stopping.

You glanced down at your watch and felt your heart drop. It was seven pm, and the sun would be setting very soon. Not that you could see much outside anyways, the clouds were thick and covered a majority of the sky.

Your voice broke the long streak of silence.

“Are we gonna have to stay here tonight?”

Rick and Daryl had known the answer to that question two hours prior. Neither of them wanted to be the ones to say it, but their lack of direct answers filled you in enough. Rick looked down at his revolver and Daryl continued staring out the window.

“Fuck.” You groaned, sitting back down on the bed. “I promised Maggie we'd watch season two of True Blood tonight.”

“That dog fucker show?” Daryl muttered around his cigarette. He was leaning against the wall next to the window, legs crossed at the ankles, cleaning under his nails with the blade of his knife.

“No Daryl, there's no dog fucking.” You sighed and he just mumbled in response, not looking up from his fingers.

Rick had made himself busy trying to prepare the room for the night.

He'd found a few hurricane lanterns and set two up on the bedside tables, and began anxiously ‘cleaning’. The room only had the bed, dresser, and bedside tables, so there wasn't much he could do besides look in the same drawers over and over.

At some point he went into the small bathroom and shut the door. He stayed there for a couple minutes, doing god knows what.

There were a few clothing items left by the previous owners. Daryl and Rick got some raggedy sweatpants, shirts full of holes that were a little too small for them. You were stuck with a massive piss yellow sweater and the ugliest pair of basketball shorts.

Anything was better than your soaking rags.

The storm had eased up a bit, but that didn't do much in terms of easing your boredom. The sun had long since set, your watch read ten-thirty, and neither man was very talkative.

“I'll take first watch.” Daryl was the first to speak in a while.

“No. I'll do it.” Rick protested. He'd been cleaning his revolver for the last thirty minutes. “I can't sleep anyway.”

“Yeah, well. Neither can I.”

You'd found a box of random items under the bed and had been looking through them while they bickered. A dead Gameboy, random PlayStation controllers, a few comic books, pieces to Monopoly, and an array of broken crayons. There was a pen and a notepad though, so you started drawing a caricature of Daryl.

Angry eyebrows, a cigarette that was half his height in his frowning mouth, and a speech bubble filled with hash tags for explicatives.

“Hey.” You nudged Rick's knee with your elbow. He sat on the bed above where you were, cross-legged on the floor next to your box of bullshit.

He looked down at the paper you showed him, and for the first time that day you saw his lips twitching up into a smirk. His eyes trailed over the paper and he grabbed it from you, bringing it up closer to his face.

“Is that Daryl?” He questioned, and you nodded, a grin splitting across your face.

“That's good.” Rick nodded, shrugging his mouth. “You got a real talent. Looks just like him.”

Daryl was too bored to hide his interest, so he stood from his spot under the bedroom window and walked over to you. He grabbed the notepad from Rick, and you could see his eyes narrowing as he tried to make out your scribbles in the dim lighting.

“Yeah?” Daryl looked up when he heard the two of you stifling giggles and laughter. “Think that's funny? Gimme that.” He snatched the pen from your hands and flipped the page, sitting down on the dresser and scribbling furiously.

The pad was tossed in your lap a minute later. Your eyes widened on the drawing.

It was obviously you. You had on the same sweater, but it went down to your feet instead of your knees, and you were standing beside a cat. The only problem was, the cat was three times taller than you, and you had the ugliest expression on your face. Your mouth hung open and you were nagging the cat about scratching up the furniture. It was based on a scenario that had happened the day before, with your cat back home, Daisy, who you had caught shredding the living room couch.

“Dude, what am I? Two inches tall?” You laughed, handing the paper to Rick. He covered his mouth to hide the smile, but you saw it through his fingers and stood to give him a shove.

“Right, sorry. Drew ya too big. Hold on.” Daryl came over and drew a new stick figure of you so small that it was the size of a real ant.

“Ooookay, fuck you.”

Daryl dogged the small notepad you'd tossed at his face, and started laughing. Actually laughing. Your smile grew softer as he and Rick began to joke. It had been a while since you'd seen either of them behave in such a lighthearted manner. It made the bare bedroom seem not so cold.

Eventually the curtains were drawn and the lanterns dimmed considerably. You'd claimed the only spot on the bed that wasn't lumpy or sunken, which just so happened to be the middle.

No other reason, promise.

For the sake of his joints, Daryl had given up trying to sit on the hard floor and joined you on the bed, claiming the side closest to the window. He'd made sure to put distance between you, so much so that he was nearly hanging off the edge.

Rick had a little more resolve than the other man and stood by the window for a bit, occasionally peeking out the heavy curtains to see the same amount of darkness as before.

“Thank god you showered this morning.” Rick grunted as he sat down on your left, knocking his boots together before he brought his legs up on the bed.

“Me?” You blurted immediately, already feeling the tiniest but of anxiety, Rick never teased you like that. He saved that for the men.

He gave a toothy grin and shook his head. “No. Him.” He pointed over your body to Daryl, who was smoking his third cigarette of the night. “Carol made him take his monthly shower after he came home covered in coyote blood.”

You giggled, glancing over at Daryl.

“Yeah. Laugh it up.” Daryl took a deep drag.

You kicked off your shoes and sat upright, taking off those god awful shorts while the two men continued to playfully insult each other.

Rick caught himself going quiet when he saw you pulling the shorts down your thighs, his mouth drying at the sight. Daryl quickly shot him a look, dragging his attention away from your now bare legs and back onto him.

You didn't notice a thing, but you wished you had. Maybe you'd have started grinding against him earlier that night.

You were the first to fall asleep, to no one's surprise. There were little things that you loved more in life than sleeping.

Curled up underneath the sheets that you'd checked twenty times for bugs, sleep came quick and easy for you.

The sweater you were wearing had become incredibly uncomfortable so you swapped it for Rick's hole ridden T-shirt, leaving him shirtless. The image of his bare chest and the muscles in his back almost gave you enough adrenaline to stay up the entire night, but Daryl's soft breathing and Rick's body heat beside you tugged you unconscious.

Rick was next to give in, he'd kicked his boots off and climbed under the sheets with you, not before sliding a pillow between your bodies, more for your consideration than his modesty. He didn't give a shit, but he was worried you might.

Daryl was last, and by complete accident. He'd meant to take the first watch but the sounds of rain on the roof, gentle thunder outside, and your soft breathing beside him had him out like a light.

Two hours went by before something woke Rick up. The feeling of pressure against his crotch.

He opened his eyes, blinking a few times in a struggle to see, but the room was too dark to immediately recognize his surroundings.

Once he remembered where he was he relaxed. He closed his eyes again and almost fell back to sleep when he felt it.

A gentle nudge of something soft and plush against him, something that made him well aware of the situation in his sweatpants. He was painfully erect.

His eyes opened again, but the room was no easier to see in. He could still hear the sounds of quiet rain and wind, and the new sound of Daryl's soft snoring.

Then you whimpered.

It was quiet, barely audible, and whiny. You were squirming in your sleep, the pillow between the two of you now between your knees, separating them to prevent the annoying feeling of bone on bone.

Your ass moved back against him again. He pulled his hips back, his dick immediately complaining about the loss of contact with a slight twitch. He clenched his teeth together and closed his eyes, willing himself to fall back asleep.

Think about cold showers. You're taking a cold shower, he thought, taking deep breaths. Cold cold shower. She's in a cold shower--- raw potatoes, grub worms, rotten walker flesh, her flesh, her ass is only a few inches away, snug in those cute boyshort underwear-

Daryl let out a sudden louder snort, startling Rick out of his thoughts. His eyes snapped open, only closing once he heard the earlier gentle snores return.

Your movements stilled and he was able to sleep once again, not without an iron will mindset.

You weren't sure how long you'd been sleeping when you woke up. You checked your watch, seeing the green glowing hands pointed at the twelve and nine.

It was only twelve forty-five.

You sighed.

The room had grown colder as the night went on, cold air seeping through the thin cracks in the walls and floorboards.

As a result of said colder temperature, Daryl had moved closer to you, be that in his sleep or on purpose, you didn't know. All you knew was he was there on your right side, his bicep warm and pressed against your upper chest.

Rick had also moved closer. So close, in fact, that his hand was on your waist, resting there like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Your heart sped up when you realized this, and when he pulled you closer in his sleep you almost gasped.

He was hard.

Like, really hard.

You could feel it behind his sweatpants pressed right into your ass. His breathing was slow and deep, letting you know that he was definitely asleep, not that the knowledge did much to stop the arousal filling your chest.

You couldn't stop the whimper that sounded deep in your throat. Daryl's snoring covered it, or you thought it did. Rick stirred behind you and you heard the sound of him sniffing sleepily.

He had to be awake, you were sure of it. His breathing had become quiet, much different than the sounds of someone who was deep in sleep. He made no move to pull his hand away from your hip, confusing you even further.

Maybe he wasn't awake.

A lightbulb went off. You wiggled your hips, very slightly, only a few millimeters side to side. It was enough to gain a reaction from him, which let you know that he was definitely awake.

Rick's grip tightened on your hip.

Then he pushed into you.

There was nothing you could've done to prepare yourself for that kind of response. You sucked in a breath and felt your pussy throb. It was such a faint and quick movement, but you could vividly feel the shape of his dick pressing against your ass.

You heard movement behind you, the sound of his stubble scraping across his pillow as he moved his lips to your ear, speaking barely above a whisper.

“Stay still.”

Your eyes flicked to Daryls face.

You could barely see the outline of his head illuminated in moonlight thanks to the parting clouds. His nose pointed up at the ceiling, his lips parted as he breathed.

A wave of heat traveled through your body, starting in your chest and shooting down to your core. You felt that flipping sensation in your lower stomach and you whimpered again, rubbing your thighs together.

Rick inhaled deeply through his nose at the action. His hand shifted upwards, moving over your hip and splaying over the curve of your waist. He could feel you pressed against him, even if you weren't moving, and it made him groan faintly.

The sound of him groaning sent another spark through your core. You couldn't help it, you arched your back just enough to feel friction. You were too weak willed.

“Sweetheart.” He breathed, his forehead resting against the back of your hair to try and steady himself. “You gotta stop, please.”

He hated how desperate and wrecked the whispered words came from his lips. Hated how his dick was aching in his boxer briefs.

Hated how he was just as weak willed as you, his hips moving forward in a way that betrayed his words and stomped them in the mud.

You couldn't understand why you were so unbearably aroused. You weren't a teenager going through puberty. You've had partners.

Sure, you had a little admiration-fueled crush on the two men, but the way your body was behaving was animalistic. Your heart felt like it was going to burst through your chest and your pussy was soaked.

If only you had your vibrator that was back in Alexandria, you'd orgasm in five seconds, you knew that for a fucking fact.

Daryl muttered a nonsensical sentence in his sleep, his head lolling over in the direction of the window. His right arm rose to lay over his chest, and his left leg spread out in your direction.

His knee bumped against the top of your thighs, almost slipping between them.

You could've screamed.

You tried to stay still, really, you did. But the feeling of Rick pushing against you again, Daryl's knee nudging between your thighs, it was impossible. You moved your hips, intending on just pushing back against Rick but your action also succeeded in grinding down right on Daryl's knee.

Rick could feel resistance in your movement but his mind couldn't focus on anything but the feel of your plush ass pressing against his dick.

His blood ran cold at the sound of Daryl mumbling in his sleep again. He held his breath, waiting with baited breath to see if he'd stir awake.

Relief flooded his body after a moment of silence, and he pressed his face back into your hair. There was still a faint smell of shampoo or conditioner despite the earlier rain. The feminine smell made his dick twitch and he flexed his jaw.

You were caught between excitement and horror. Daryl's knee was wedged right between your thighs, and occasionally it would jerk up against you. Each time it would make you fight away a gasp, and make your clit throb.

Daryl was definitely asleep, right? If he woke up he'd roll over on his side, right? There was no way he was awake, pushing his knee right up against your pussy, right?

You reached down to grab Rick's hand, which was still resting against your waist, gripping onto his fingers for support. His fingers curled around your own and sent butterflies in your stomach at the feeling of comfort.

He hated himself for all of it, but in the moment, he felt like he didn't care. His hips rocked against yours, once, twice, the need to get relief clouding all judgment he was capable of having.

You couldn't help yourself either. Your eyes fluttered shut and you rolled your hips, soft and slow, against Rick's bulge and Daryl's knee. You'd tried several times to push it away, wiggle back further into Rick, but it was like there was a goddamn super magnet attached to your clit and his knee cap.

You bit down hard against your lip, trying to keep your voice from escaping. Everything felt so good, Rick dry humping his heart out, your clit buzzing, it all felt so overwhelmingly amazing that you hadn't even noticed Daryl's snoring was no longer present.

In the end, it wasn't enough, Rick was being too cautious. You needed more, just a little bit. You pushed back hard against him and heard his breath hitch in his throat. His hand gripped yours so tight it almost hurt, and he leaned into your ear.

“Movin’ too much. Stop.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. You shook your head, your lip trembling between your teeth.

“Can't.” You breathed. You physically couldn't stop, you knew that and Rick knew that. You were both so close to relief, you'd already gotten this far, there was no point in stopping now. No going back.

Rick swallowed hard as he felt his resolve break at the way you and your body pleaded. It was all he needed. His hips moved a bit faster, a bit rougher. His hand left yours and grabbed the string of his sweatpants, fingertips pinching the ends, hesitating only for a second before he pulled.

Time seemed to literally freeze when you felt him digging his cock out behind you. Your heart stopped, your breathing stopped, and so did the grinding of your pelvis. You couldn't think. It was suddenly all too very real.

You didn't expect Rick to do something like this. The dry humping, sure. He was horny and it wasn't really that big of a deal. But this? Tugging down your underwear? Spitting on his hand and stroking his dick to get it wet for you? It felt like a dream and way too terrifying at the same time.

“Sweetheart…” His hot breath against your ear snapped you back to reality. “You… you gotta be quiet, okay? Promise?”

You'd never nodded so quickly and eagerly in your life. Your heart felt like it was literally up in your throat. The tight knot in your core became more and more taut, and it trembled when you felt the hot tip of his wet dick bump between your folds.

Rick nearly came when he felt how wet you were. It was mind blowing, you were fucking soaked. The hot lube was covering your pussy and trailing down the side of your ass, reaching his hip bone.

You inhaled deeply when you felt him start to push in. You'd think with how wet you were it would be easy, but your muscles were wound tight due to the nearly paralyzing fear of possibly waking Daryl.

There was a bit of self disgust when you felt the weight of reality sinking in. The absolute pathetic degeneracy of what you were doing with Daryl right next to you.

That self disgust faded when Rick pushed into you.

Rick swallowed a groan as his cock dug up into you, your walls hot and soft and squeezing the life out of him. He could feel how nervous you were so he slipped an arm over your side, his hand reaching for your own again.

You moaned.

His hand broke from your grip and clamped over your mouth. Neither of you moved for a solid minute.

It was the longest minute in history. You could feel his dick twitching inside of you, your clit throbbing so hard you thought it was going to have its own little heart attack.

Your thighs absentmindedly squeezed against Daryl's knee, and you were sure you'd start crying.

Finally, Rick began moving. His breathing was growing heavy behind your head, his face burying back into the mess of hair in front of him.

His movements were slow at first. Tantalizingly slow. He waited until he was sure you could stay quiet before picking up the pace.

Your eyes had adjusted a fair amount in the darkness. You looked up to Daryl, finding comfort when you saw his eyes were still closed, but he'd stopped snoring long ago.

You dismissed it and grabbed onto the wrist of the hand covering your mouth, gripping tight for support.

Your right hand slipped under the sheets to rest on your thigh, but instead landed on Daryl's lower thigh. He must've been a very heavy sleeper, because he didn't react to it beyond the muscles tensing under your palm.

The sound that escaped Rick's lips had your eyes rolling back into your head. A trembling whimper. His movements grew quicker and deeper, his dick dragging your walls against him, pulling out every drop of arousal he could and thrusting it back in.

Your mind spun as all thoughts left your brain. There was nothing going on up there anymore, just dark blackness, the feeling of Rick fucking you taking over your conscious body.

His hand grabbed yours, the one on Daryl's knee, and pulled it away from you, to the right.

When your fingers brushed up against something warm and soft, you didn't question it. You didn't even question his fingers moving yours to wrap around his dick.

Your eyes shot open.

Rick's dick was still inside you. His right hand was still on your mouth, his left on the small of your back.

Daryl's eyes were open, and looking right into yours.

You went to jerk your hand away out of reflex, but his grip was tight, forcing your fingers to stay wrapped around his thick cock. Your eyes flew over him, fighting to understand what was happening, when had he woken up? Just then? Or was he awake when he pushed his knee between your thighs?

The orgasm that came out of nowhere pushed all those questions aside.

You moaned against Rick's hand as you came, no longer trying to be quiet, no longer trying to keep your hips still. Your thighs clamped down on Daryl's knee, grinding rough and quick.

Much to Rick's absolute heart-stopping horror.

He tried to muffle your moans, forcing his hand down painfully hard on your mouth, but it did little. He bared his teeth near your ear and hissed for you to stop, the sound sharp and jarring as it came through his clenched teeth, but then his eyes landed on the scene over your body.

Daryl using your hand to stroke his dick. Daryl with his other arm bent behind his head, his face tilted to the side to watch your expressions with parted lips.

It took Rick a few seconds to recover from the near heart attack. He almost lost his boner from the heart dropping adrenaline, but your wet walls spasming around him coaxed his hips forward.

Now that you didn't need to be quiet you pulled Rick's hand off your mouth and gasped down a lungful of air. Your mouth was hot and dry, and it was hard to swallow.

You couldn't take your eyes off Daryl, his eyes, the eyes that hadn't left your face since he woke up.

God, he was unbelievably sexy. The way he was so responsive to your touch led you to believe your hand might possibly be the first hand to touch his dick other than his own.

He grunted softly, his eyes finally falling shut after you gently squeezed the base of his dick. You'd be content to get him off with one hand like you had been for the past few minutes, but you couldn't resist the urge to give him his first hand job and blowjob.

“Up.” You panted. You curled your finger at Daryl, pointing up. He happily obliged and sat upright, scooting up towards the headboard until his lap was right in front of your face.

He seemed absolutely thrilled, ecstatic even. His once heavy eyes were now wide open, watching every move you made as you shifted your upper half so your mouth could reach his dick.

Rick was still thrusting with hesitation when you moved. He watched you lick broad stripes on the underside of Daryl's dick, and he couldn't help but glance at his face to see his reaction.

Mouth hanging open, eyes clenched tightly shut, his expression almost looked pained. His hands had found their way to your hair, gripping two handfuls as he began trying to move your head for you.

You slapped his hands away and grabbed his wrists, an action that had his eyes opening and looking down at you.

“Don't.” Your hot breath tickled the sensitive skin of his tip. He pinched both his lips shut between his teeth, nodding quickly, a shaky closed-lip moan rattling in his throat.

Rick finally got ahold of himself and grabbed your hips to turn your lower half on your stomach. He kept his dick inside you as he slid on top of you, his knees spreading to rest on either side of your thighs.

You were taking Daryl's head past your lips when Rick suddenly fucked you like he'd been wanting to the entire time. Both his hands rested on the small of your back, pushing your hips down into the mattress with all his weight to keep them firmly in place.

You gasped around Daryl at the feeling of Rick pounding into you from above. It was a comically drastic change from only five minutes before when he thought Daryl was asleep.

Daryl's wrists flexed in your hands where you had them pressed against his lower stomach. You knew he was only keeping them there in your grasp because he allowed it, and not because you were somehow strong enough to keep even a single wrist of his in your fist, let alone two.

It took a lot of effort on Rick's part to actually finish. Having Daryl in the room when you fucked was one thing, but having him making all that noise just from your mouth was another.

He was honestly more surprised that Daryl actually enjoyed sex acts than the fact he was engaging in them with him in the room. With no one other than you, a girl he almost never saw him interact with.

Rick had assumed Daryl simply wasn't interested. Incorrectly assumed.

Either way, having Daryl only a few feet away from him while he had his dick inside you was something he wasn't sure he enjoyed. But the way you clenched around him every time he pulled back was enough to make him forget about it.

Daryl was struggling to keep himself together. He had no point of reference, but he thought you were incredibly talented at giving head. You were giving it your all, sucking and licking like your life depended on it. It was impressive how well you were managing to concentrate on blowing him with Rick making such a mess of your pussy.

You couldn't be happier. You knew there were so many women back in Alexandria that would kill to be in your position, lying in front of the Daryl Dixon, lying under the Rick Grimes, both of their dicks inside you.

“Wa-wait.” Daryl suddenly sputtered and ripped his wrists from your hands to cup the sides of your face, giving a few gentle slaps with the tips of his fingers.

You looked up, not taking your mouth off of him. His expression made your pussy clench around Rick and he groaned behind you, the sound raw and deep. He shifted his hips and ground down against you, quick and rough, his tip jabbing deep inside you.

The ragged moan you let out reverberated through Daryl, and the hand you had around his base gave a trembling squeeze.

“M’boutta, Jesus! Hey, oh, godfuckindamnit-” Daryl's jaw dropped and his eyes rolled back, his head tipping backwards as he made that same pained expression and came down your throat.

Your hips were roughly jerked up from the bed, shoving you back on Rick's dick, and then his hands slipped under your armpits to pull up your top half.

It was hard to stay upright, but thankfully Rick was generous enough to provide you the luxury of his hands tight against your tits, keeping your back flush against his chest.

Oh, it was a goddamn shame Daryl had just come. The sight in front of him was something he knew millions would pay- no, kill- to see. You looked breathtaking. Rick had taken your shirt off some time ago, leaving you completely bare as you kneeled in front of Daryl.

He forgot to breathe as he watched your face, slack in pleasure. You were struggling to keep your eyes open and on him, something that made his softening cock twitch. All that struggling just to look at someone like him? The hell did he deserve to have someone like you looking at him like that?

Rick deserved praise for the way he supported your weight with just his hands, keeping your entire upper half pressed against his chest while he fucked you in desperate effort to finally get off. His dick felt raw from how long he'd been at it, his balls throbbing from the delayed orgasm, it was a wonder he was able to keep himself upright, let alone you.

“Daryl.” The way you whimpered his name made his cock jump back to life, and he pushed himself up on his elbows to look up at you, eager to obey whatever it was you were about to ask.

“Yeah?” He rasped as he stared up at you.

You'd placed your hands over Rick's and moved his fingers over your nipples, which he was pinching and rolling, something he understood without you even needing to ask.

“Touch me, please.”

You didn't need to ask twice. Daryl inched down the bed and kept himself propped up on one elbow, his other arm sliding over his chest to reach your clit.

Rick decided at that moment he definitely didn't like threesomes. Feeling you twist and hearing you moan due to Daryl's thumb rubbing against you made his chest and face hot, a childish reaction considering you and Rick were not a thing, and certainly not an exclusive thing.

He just wasn't good at sharing.

The silly jealousy led to him putting his all into pleasing you. His thrusts became slower but deeper, more forceful, knocking out a gravely groan from your throat with each one. His hands left your breasts to tangle in your hair, pulling it up into a makeshift ponytail with his fist being the hair tie.

Your skin buzzed when he pressed his face into your neck to plant sloppy kisses. He bit down and you whined, arching your back against him and tilting your head to the side to provide him better access.

Unlike Rick, Daryl didn't have a care in the world. His mind was completely blank as he stared up at you above him, oblivious to the way his thumb cramped from the constant circles he rubbed into you.

“C'mere.” You breathed, wrapping your fingers in Daryl's hair to urge him up and guide his mouth to your nipples.

Daryl's eagerness to please was one of the hottest things you'd ever witnessed. He took your right nipple in his mouth and went to town like his life depended on it.

He flexed his tongue, digging the firm and wet muscle around your bud, circling it the same way his thumb now circled your clit.

Your orgasm came screeching out of nowhere.

You cried out and gripped Daryl's head tighter, pulling his mouth firm against your breast as you came.

The feeling of your walls squeezing the life out of his cock finally brought about Rick's own climax.

He wrapped his fist around the hair bundled in his grasp and tugged your head to the side, baring your neck to his itching teeth, and clamped down as he gave a rough thrust.

You'd failed to notice that at some point Daryl had grown hard again, only noticing when he let out a ragged moan into your wet chest.

Your bleary eyes found him and caught sight of his hand quickly jerking himself. There was the flash of thick cum spurting out, long ropes coating the inside of your thighs.

“Fuck.” You slurred. Now that was the new hottest thing you'd ever seen.

Rick's teeth released their grip on your neck. He pulled back and let his head droop back as he caught his breath, his shoulders heaving with deep and ragged pants. He became aware of how uncomfortably sweaty he was. His chest and back felt soaked, and he dropped your hair to pull away from you.

You heard Rick plop down on the bed behind you, the springs creaking from his sudden weight dropping on it all at once. You were too busy admiring Daryl to pay attention to it.

There was a lazy smile on your face, your eyes half lidded and glued to his face. Even though the room was dark you were sure you could see how red his cheeks were. His lips were glossy and parted as he took in deep breaths, still wet from drooling all over your tits.

He could barely keep his eyes open, and with the way you had one hand cupping his face, the other brushing back his sweaty hair, he wasn't sure he wanted to. The sweet way you were looking down at him was just too hard to look away from.

The next morning wasn't as awkward as one would think, even though it was obvious Rick was having some internal battle on the ethics of what he'd done the night before. He'd never been in a situation where he knew he really shouldn't be doing something like that, so his lack of restraint was new knowledge he'd have to ponder over.

Daryl couldn't give any less of a fuck, that morning he gave you the whole princess treatment. Grabbing your now dry clothes, your bag, your shoes, and bringing them to you. Offered you the last of his water and opened every door you came across for you. He didn't say much at all, much like Rick, but his mood was clearly the exact opposite.

It was so sweet it made your heart ache.

“Hey.” Rick pulled you aside after you finally got back home, shooting Daryl a look to give the two of you privacy.

“Hi.” You smiled. The stern look on his face was cute.

“What we did-”

“Don't.” You stopped him, giving the man a tired smile. “It was the sexiest thing I've ever done and I'm fine with it being a one time thing, but don't ruin it and tell me it was wrong.”

“I wasn't going to say that.” His gaze had softened, but he still looked down at you with his hands on his hips like a disappointed authority figure. “I just don't want you to think it's okay to bring up if we're all alone again.”

“I'm not stupid.” You snorted, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “Won't bring it up again.”

He sighed in frustration, trying not to roll his eyes but failing. “No, it ain't that either. Let's just- next time,” your eyes widened, “not be as spontaneous.”

You grinned. “Alright. You got it.”

Daryl was nowhere near as reserved about the experience. You could understand Rick's point of view, conservative family man, that was probably the most extreme thing he'd ever done in bed. But Daryl, oh, you'd just changed his fucking world.

“Pst.”

You stopped in front of the bathroom to see Daryl nodding you over, lighting a cigarette as he stood near the door to his room.

“Hi.” You smiled after approaching him.

“You okay?”

You beamed at the question, shifting your pile of clothes in your arms. “Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?”

He nodded as he took the first pull, turning his head to blow the smoke away from your face. “Is, uh…” He nodded his head to the front door, where Rick still stood on the porch talking to a few people. “He alright?”

“He's fine.”

“Alright. Good.” He shifted awkwardly. He cleared his throat, looking down at the cherry on his cigarette before bringing it back up to his lips. “That somethin' you wanna do again?”

You pursed your lips in an attempt to hide the ecstatic smile that threatened to embarrass you, and nodded.

He let out a breath that sounded like a laugh of relief and disbelief. There were a few seconds of silence, his eyes darting between his cigarette and your face. “With me?”

“Of course. Maybe next time just you.” You turned to head back to the bathroom but quickly turned on your heel and walked back to him. “Daryl? When did you,” you struggled to get the words out, ironic considering how bold youd been the night before, “you know, wake up?”

“Oh.” He grunted, his ears burning. “Dunno. While before.”

You felt a mix of embarrassment and relief. So he had pushed his knee between your legs on purpose. The thought had your stomach flipping and your face getting warm, so you gave a quick and polite smile before running off to the bathroom.

@ophelialaufey @carlgrimesgfofficial @theskinniestjackson-denny @dilfish-daydreams @jinx-nanami

[gloomwitchwrites]

Omg!! Think you can do the opposite version of the hickey ask? Where the guys notice a hickey and get all jealous n’ pissy🤩 i love it & your writing🥰

Ha! Anon, you have me giggling and kicking my feet. The hickey ask anon is talking about can be found HERE, but I absolutely love the idea of doing the opposite. Instead of a hickey on one of the guys, it's on reader. hehe. (oh god I need to go touch grass or maybe use my teeth to the mow the lawn right now because I am salivating).

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Task Force 141 x Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, possessive behavior, rough kissing, secret relationships, suggestive themes, jealousy

Word Count: 800

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price

John’s grip on your upper arm is a vice.

“Don’t walk away from me,” he says, voice low.

“Let go, John,” you snap. “You’re going to cause a scene.”

“Am I?” he counters. “Everyone’s already been talking. You’re showing that thing off on your neck like you’re proud of it.”

“Maybe I am,” you reply. “Why do you care?”

With a quick tug, John plasters you against him. His body is all heat and muscle. Everything in you ramps up, becomes wanton. It remembers him.

“Who the fuck touched what’s mine?” he asks in a hoarse whisper.

You swallow. Shake your head. “I’m not yours, John. You always push me away.”

John’s lips come dangerously close to yours. “Tell me who touched you.”

“You did. Don’t you remember?”

You feel him freeze, as if his mind and body are frozen as he tries to recall what happened. The two of you had been drinking when you slid into his lap.

John closes the distance, stealing a kiss that is more possession than anything else. The sensation goes straight down to your toes, and pools between your thighs.

“Come back to my office.”

“John—”

“I want to recreate last night.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“No. No. Don’t walk away from me.”

Kyle’s hand grips your wrist. He tugs, pulling you back in his direction. Kyle is right there, standing so close, head bent forward with intimacy that sinks down into your soul and shatters everything you are.

You cannot resist this man. Never.

“I don’t understand why you’re acting this way, Kyle.”

Kyle grasps the side of your face, his thumb pressing down on your bottom lip. “Because someone marked you. I want to know who it is.”

Does he not know? Does Kyle not remember?

Kyle licks his lips and you follow the movement, remembering how he tasted last night.

“Tell me who it is. I just want to talk to them. Set them straight.”

You laugh and Kyle frowns.

“You’ll be talking to yourself,” you reply.

His mouth opens. Closes. Kyle’s hand drops away from your face to settle on your shoulder, fingers delicately tracing the mark on your neck.

“I did this?” he asks, almost absently.

“You did,” you affirm, heat rising to your cheeks. “Last night.”

Kyle smirks. His gaze roams upward, meeting your own. “Want me to give you a few more? Doesn’t have to be on your neck.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

“Oh, love. What’s this?”

You lean away but Johnny is quick. He corners you, pressing you into the wall. He’s smiling, but you can see the underlying irritation. His gaze roams all over your body.

“Need something?” you bite, knowing that if the two of you linger here too long, someone will come looking or accidently happen upon you.

It’s not like Johnny is being discreet. He has one knee between your legs, and a hand on your hip. It’s a possessively intimate embrace, and it reminds you of all the things the two of you did last night.

“Aye. I do actually.” Johnny lightly pinches the mark on your neck and you flinch.

“What the fuck?”

“Who gave you that?”

You blink. “What?”

“The fucking hickey. Tell me so I can beat their fucking face bloody.”

You roll your eyes and Johnny pinches you again.

“Stop that.”

“Tell me.”

“You’ll be fighting yourself, Johnny.”

Johnny’s demeanor completely changes, becoming a sultry thing that swirls pleasure deep in your belly. This time he doesn’t pinch. He leans in, running his tongue along the mark. When he pulls back, he grasps you tight, pressing his lips to yours, stealing all breath.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“You’re mine,” growls Simon as he picks you up and sets you on top of your desk.

You have no space to argue. Simon is already kissing you. Nipping your lips. Drawing forth a bit of blood to suck into his mouth.

“I know,” you whimper as his hand squeezes your thigh, dragging you to the edge of the desk. His hardness grinds against you, and you moan.

“If you know, then tell me why someone else has marked what’s fucking mine.” Simon grasps the back of your neck, drawing you back, and holding firm. Your fingers claw at the front of his shirt.

“What are you talking about?”

Simon growls. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You blink. Completely confused. “You gave this to me.”

Simon says nothing. He just stares. “Last night.” You shrug. “I mean we drank a lot but fuck. Thought you’d remember that.”

Simon gently eases his hand from your neck. “I don’t. But you know what that means, love?”

You suck on your bottom lip, tasting a bit of blood that Simon coaxed to the surface. “What?”

“Just means I need to give you a few more. As reminders. For you. And others.”

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅…

. . . where Matt and Chris decide to test how close Doll and Bunny really are and show them who they belong to. Find Bunny's POV here.

warnings: SMUT, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, gay tbh, fingering, pussy squelching. pairings: Doll x Matt | Bunny x Chris notes: combined au with @muwapsturniolo - find her part here.

“-feels good, hm?” Matt purrs. 

His fingers were torturously teasing you, sliding over your pussy through the thin fabric of your pj shorts over and over again. It’s a surprise to you, but for him – this was planned. 

The blanket covers the lewd scene from Chris and Bunny sitting on the couch opposite of you. Heat pulses through your body, your chest clenching and stomach tensing as you feel Matt’s cold fingers slide under the bridge of your panties.

“You like this, don’t you?” he husks, astonished by how much your pussy is sobbing. 

His fingers slip upwards, drawing tight, focused circles around your clit as he spreads you open to really feel. Your breath hitches, your hands coming down under the blanket to grab on tightly to his wrists. 

“Matt,” you whimper, your head falling backwards and onto his chest. 

Your boyfriend looks down at you with a soft mischief. His eyes are sparkling with excitement and lust, his fingers beginning to slow. 

“No…no, please.” 

The whispered plea only makes his smile spread further. “Yeah? You want me to touch you like this? In front of them…” he says, nudging his head over in the direction of Chris and Bunny. 

You nod fervently, your mind absent of anything but desire – anything but need. 

“Ask Bun if she’s okay.”

Your eyes bulge as you feel him start to circle your swollen clit with his fingertips. 

“Do it or I’ll stop.”

Fuck.

You hold on hard to his wrists, your gut continuously tightening as you breathe in a large puff of air.

“-you,” a moan is muffled as you bite down hard on your lip, the feeling of Matt’s fingers starting to tease your entrance mind-numbing. 

This is torture. 

But for Matt and Chris, it’s so fun. 

Your voice is beyond shaky. Stutters and a weak tone make your face feel impossibly hot, but Matt’s fingers…they’re so distracting. Matt nibbles on your ear, warning you silently, urging you to speak.

And you do.

"-you ok b-bun?"

Matt almost laughs at how weak you sound. But, he focuses his energy elsewhere. 

Bunny replies and you can’t help but notice the way her voice is shaking, the way the blanket covering her seems to be moving so peculiarly. 

“M-matt,” you moan, feeling his free hand start to tease your hardened nipples through the thin tank top on your body. 

Your mouth drops wide open. Matt’s palm massages against your sensitive pussy, your clit being abused perfectly as he fucks his fingers inside of you, curling them right against the spot that make your thighs clench together.

But he keeps you spread.

In fact, it’s almost purposeful how obvious he makes his hand moving beneath the blanket. Like it’s payback. 

Your eyes trace over Bunny’s face, seeing her features so delightfully twisted. 

She looks so pretty. 

Chris is whispering against her ear. 

Your brain is too fuzzy to connect the dots, too helpless to focus on anything but how good it feels. 

“Fuckkkkk,” Matt purrs, kissing along the rim of your ear, “-squeezin’ my fingers so – shit,” he seethes, the pain burning in his wrist as he feels your nails dig in. 

It’s nothing but encouragement to him, forcing him to give you everything as he keeps his palm grinding on your clit, his fingers fucking you relentlessly. 

You’re so close. 

The knot in your stomach is overbearingly daunting, building up more and more as you feel your legs start to quiver. 

“-let go,” Matt urges, “-cum all over me lookin’ at Bun, yeah? Thaaat’s right,” he soothes, his fingers rolling to a stop as your body finally relaxes.Matt is nothing but thrilled, his teeth showing as he smiles at Chris sickly. They’re both proud – they’re both so excited to scheme more.

[reignpage]

Vice President!Sukuna

Pétain: losing it all pt 1

Word count: 4.4k Contents: 18+ mdni, cursing, smut, reading this is not compulsory, part 2 will explain The Night, so please read the warnings before reading, I will seriously block minors and ageless blogs Warnings: noncon, cnc, dub-con, primal play, threat of violence and act of violence, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, exhibitionism, slight blood play Masterlist

“Is that the Vice President?” Someone whispers. 

Another girl whispers back, “No, he’s the President now.”

You ignore everyone and continue your way to the field, carrying two buckets of soil, ready to plant the seeds in your pocket. Being a member of the Green Thumb Society meant being at one with nature, giving back to the Earth so that we can maintain an equilibrium, ensuring that the future generations will have something to inherit. 

Or whatever. 

Truthfully, you haven’t been listening, simply itching to get your hands dirty so you can distract your mind. Not being the president means having lots of free time, but not having any friends means you don’t have anything to do in those times. At first, you were overjoyed because then you can focus on the mountain of work you have, however, once you sat yourself down to finish up all the readings and applications you had, you realised you didn’t actually have that much work to begin with. 

So now, you’re digging in the dirt, right at the edge of the forest at the back of the Lawn, pretending you can’t feel searing eyes on your back. The ground is hard, and you’re not even sure this is the right season to start planting anything, but what do you know?

Because it’s almost winter, the sky is darkening much faster than anyone would like, and you’re starting to feel more and more anxious as the clouds turn orange in the horizon. Coupled with the fact that you can feel a presence looming behind you, making the hairs on your arms stand, your fight or flight has been activated. 

“We need to talk.”

“No,” you say without missing a beat. 

A hand comes out and grabs the back of your sweater, hauling you up, shovel falling to the ground. You’re being spun around to face a frustratingly handsome face and he’s giving you a deadpan look, unimpressed by your stubbornness. Standing on your tiptoes, you have to cling onto his jacket to keep steady. 

“I wasn’t asking, prez,” he drawls. 

Scowling, you smack his chest once and then again when he didn’t even flinch. “That’s the problem; you never ask.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes, arm dropping so you can stand on your own, but he doesn’t let go. Probably thinks you’ll run again. Though, you’re not sure why he thinks you would; you’re not drunk. And you certainly don’t want a repeat of last time, people still come up to you to recite your speech. 

“Let’s get outta here,” he pulls you with him. 

You dig your heels onto the ground, slapping his arm to let you go. There’s no way in hell you’re going anywhere with him, being alone with Sukuna doesn’t work out well for you, it only forces you deeper and deeper into a hole you don’t want to be in and have been trying to get out for years now. Plus, you’d hate to give him the satisfaction. 

“Stop being a pain in the ass,” he growls, dragging you with him regardless. Your futile attempts at escape are only irritating him more. “You’re gonna talk whether you like it or not.”

People are staring and you’re gritting your teeth, the embarrassment making your face heat up and you pull away harder.  “Sukuna, stop, people are gonna talk.”

He gives you a look that screams, who the fuck cares.

“No, stop it, I’m serious,” people are whispering and pointing. “Please, Sukuna.”

Halting suddenly, your face hits his back. His back hurts, Jesus. 

One glance at you makes him roll his eyes and then he’s dragging you the opposite direction, into the forest. It’s darkening and the thick lines of trees makes your heartbeat faster and, once again, you’re trying to wrangle yourself out of his grip. This is the kind of place young girls go to die. 

“Not there, either!”

“Shut the fuck up,” he hisses. 

Eventually, the Green Thumbers disappear from you and all you can see for miles are trees. And a pissed off pink-haired, varsity jacket wearing pain in the ass, tapping his foot on the mud. You simply cannot catch a fucking break. Because apparently you committed some atrocities in your past life and now you must be punished. Again, and again and again. 

“Talk me through what the fuck is happening. Why did you let that old fucker push you out of your position and why the fuck aren't you fighting to get it back?”

You lean against a tree, the bark scratching you even through your sweater. Guess this is happening. With a sigh, you explain, “There wasn’t anything I could have done, Sukuna. He said, I was giving the school a bad rep. That the trustees don’t think I’ve been a doing a good enough job, what with Cursed Womb still running amok, the gossip column spreading the students’, and the staff’s, dirty secrets across campus and even across the city. Not to mention all those times I’ve been late to meetings, files going missing, and presentations being inaccurate. Thank to you.”

Sukuna huffs, leaning against a tree too, hands stuffed into his pocket. At first glance, he doesn’t even look like he’s listening to a thing you’re saying, but you know him better than that, unfortunately. Because when he flexes his jaw, you know he’s annoyed. 

“Alright, my bad.”

Your eye twitches. “Your bad? Your bad? Are you fucking kidding me?”

He shrugs, “Yeah.”

You walk away. 

With no idea where to go, you’re just marching away, kicking away leaves and pushing branches away from your face. Muttering curses under your breath, you grow weary of the darkening of the night, you start to regret letting him drag you away at all. Why do you always get swept up in his bullshit?

When you almost trip over a log, you screech. The ground nears but just as you’re about to fall, you’re being yanked back into a hard chest. 

“Watch where you’re fucking going,” he growls. 

“Why are you such a fucking prick?” You scream. “You’re everywhere. Seriously! Fuck off! Why do you want to ruin my life? It isn’t enough that you forced me out of the position so you can have it for yourself, but now you want to make me miserable by not letting me do anything fun?”

Your hands are flying, half waving in the air and half smacking into him, hitting whatever you can reach and you’re stomping your feet. This is all ridiculous — he hated you, and then he has these stupid, ridiculous moments where he makes your heart clench, where he looks at you like you’re somebody, like you’re special, and it always left you reeling, unable to sleep at night. 

“Calm the fuck down!” He yells back. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“CRAZY! I’m acting crazy. Ohhhhh, you’re such a fucking dick. I hate you I hate you I hate you!”

He’s grabbing your wrists, trying to restrain you so you’d shut up, but you’re done being silenced. Done with his horrible attitude and personality and his stupid face. Everything went to shit because of him, he ruined your first year, and now he’s ruined your third year, but apparently that isn’t enough because he’s trying to ruin every day of the rest of your life. 

Sukuna’s trying to get a word in, but you’re rambling, screeching and hollering about anything and everything, somethings he’s willing to admit was his fault, but other things were just plain ridiculous. 

“I dropped my bagel this morning and it was because of you! I can’t prove it but I know you had something to do with it. Your stupid malevolent energy reached me from whatever depths of hell you crawled out of, and you ruined my breakfast! That cost me £7! £7, Sukuna!”

“Shut the fuck up for just a second, y/n.”

“A-and when I slipped in the shower, I’m sure your evil spirit pushed me— “

“How could that possibly— “

“And now I have a bruise!”

“Have been my fault?”

SMACK!

In the midst of complaining and rambling, your arm had flung over, and your hand slipped. Right onto his cheek.

You slapped Sukuna. 

And the clenching of his fists, his heavy breaths, tensing shoulders, and flexing of his jaw all scream you’ve fucked up. You’re inching away, hands coming in between you two, shielding yourself from him. The burning of your hand is urging you back and back, eyes firmly fixed on the raging bull in your china shop. 

Oh shit. 

In all the two years and a bit you’ve known Sukuna, have kept an eye out for him, you’ve never seen him look this angry. And though you once thought he’d never raise a hand against a woman, against you, you’re suddenly very very unsure. 

His red eyes raise to meet yours and the tick at the corner of his mouth makes your heart drop. He says one word. And you turn away, silent screams escaping you. 

“Run.”

Your legs pump, frigid air biting cheeks, stabbing every exposed inch of skin as you disappeared further and further into a forest, weaving around thick trees and hurdling over logs and rocks. You’re practically galloping, pushing your body to its limits as you twist and turn, shuddering breath misting in front of you as your heart skips a beat.

If he catches you, you’re dead.

“Fuck!” You cry out. Sprinting, you ignore the growing ache in your legs and the pain in your ankles; you’ve never run like this before. Although, to be fair, you’ve never been chased by a livid Ryomen. Not sure anyone has ever lived to tell the tale. 

Leaves crunch under your shoes as you pushed through, unsure of where to go, where is safe. He's stronger, bigger and faster than you. You both know it. There isn't anywhere you could go where he wouldn't find you. It's as if you've entered a labyrinth of shadows, your vision obscured by the thickening blanket of night and every snap of a twig all around you threaten to make tears spill.

"Oh, prez, where are you?" His voice has taken a mocking, singsong tone, and it's scariest thing you've ever heard. It sends shivers down your spine, a promise of the damage that he could do, that despite the saccharine sweet words, he is nothing but nice. You fight the urge to scream.

"Leave me alone!"

Foot catching on something, you tumbled forward, palms reaching out and scraping against the rough earth. The sharp sting barely registered through the adrenaline coursing through your veins but you know it'll leaves marks. You scrambled to your feet, dirt sticking to your clothes, a sob catching in your throat, your eyes darting around the endless sea of trees.

"You know I can't do that."

"Why?" You yell back.

When you whirl your head back, scanning the area for any sign of pink hair or a purple jacket, you find nothing but shadows shaped like trees, their silhouette sharp and bony. You’re panting, chest heaving as you try to gulp air desperately.The trees look like his allies, obscuring him from your view, harbouring a criminal.

His voice is a low breeze and you can't pinpoint where it's coming from when he laughs sardonically, "You already know why, prez."

He could be anywhere, and you’re pressing yourself against a tree, nails digging into the bark as you looked around frantically. It’s dark. The only source of light being the moon and when you fumble for your phone in your jean pocket, you can’t find it. You must have dropped it. 

“This isn’t fair!”

You’re sobbing, tearing out your hair. Seconds pass. Maybe even minutes and there aren't any signs of Sukuna, of anyone being here apart from you. He could have left already. You laugh hysterically.

“I did everything right! I worked hard, I never complained, never broke a rule. Why am I being punished?” You punch the tree and cry even harder when it hurt. Your fist throbs. “OW! Fuck! What did I do that was so fucking wrong?”

There were rumours once of a girl who had died in the woods, right at the very centre of the forest. She had a fight with her boyfriend about something or the other, and they fought here, all night. But when morning came, only one emerged. No one could verify this gossip, no news article, nothing concrete, but the students who passed through Eden spoke of it as if it was as true as the sun is blinding. You're trying to wrack your brain for any more information, your brain desperate to distract you from the mania creeping through veins.

She was a law student.

"I don't want to die," you cry. "I've barely lived. I still haven't gone skydiving, haven't driven on the motorway 'cause that shit's fucking scary. A-and I need to say 'I love you' to my mother, and well fuck my father. But I want to say goodbye to Mr. Teddy and Mrs. Kitty Cat. They'll be so fucking sad."

“Talking to yourself, prez?”

You scream.

Sukuna’s leaning against a tree a couple metre behind you. You hadn’t heard him. Not even a snap of a branch or the rustling of leaves. He has his jacket off and thrown over his shoulder, his shirt riding up as he brushes his hair back, a seething sneer on his face. 

When he makes a step forward, you stumble back, another scream lodged in your throat. “Stay back! I swear, don’t come near me.”

A sharp smile climbs up his face, a glint in his eyes, and his jacket is being dragged behind him as he stalks over to you, completely disregarding your warning, his long legs taking him closer. You have goosebumps on your arms and you’re so close to pissing yourself. 

“So you can use a little violence, but I can’t?” He cocks his head at you. “That’s not very fair, is it, my adorable little president?”

“I’m not yours!”

That was apparently the wrong thing to say because the next thing you know you’re being pinned to the forest floor. You fall with a thump, screech muted by a hand over your mouth. His hip is between your legs, thighs spread and stretching to accommodate his body which holds you down, unable to wiggle or crawl away. Your hands claw at the leaves and mud, dirt caking your nails, and you’re trying to ignore the smirk on his face. 

Tutting, he snapped, "This has been a long time coming, prezzy."

He looks murderous. Like a serial killer who’s just found the perfect next victim. And before you can complain, his mouth is crashing down on yours. It’s a clash of teeth, his tongue penetrating your mouth when you gasp, fighting yours as you push at his shoulders, bucking your hips to throw him off. 

When your clothed core grinds against his hard length, you moan. “Let me go!”

Sukuna nips your bottom lip, the taste of iron filling your mouth and you’re lightheaded. With a growl, he promises, “Never.”

Bare hands clutching your sweater, he rips it off you, the fabric snapping and disappearing over his shoulder. The cool air pricks your skin, pebbling your nipples and he’s covering your tits with his huge hands, groping and kneading like they’re his worst enemies. 

“No bra, prez?” He snarls into your ear before licking a strip up your neck. “You’re just walking temptation, aren’t you?”

His hips are grinding on yours, a punishing pace that sets your skin ablaze and you’re gasping with every roll of your nipples between his fingers and whimpering when he pinches and pulls. Like you’re being controlled by someone else, you grind back, legs crossing over his legs.

“Let me go!” You cry out again. “Stop it, Sukuna!”

He bites your neck, and you arch into him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. When you pull at his hair, he only huffs a laugh before he’s creeping a hand into your jeans, somehow having unbuttoned and unzipped it. His fingers press against your panties, and you hide your face into his neck, nipping him back. 

“You tell me to stop but you’re soaked,” he laughs. 

His hand weaves inside your panties, rubbing your clit at a merciless pace; hard and fast from the get-go, your eyes are shutting, and you cry out when he dips inside, soaking himself with your wetness. He curls them, prodding and pummelling that spot inside of you that has you digging your nails into his back, threatening to rip up his shirt. 

With a broken moan, you smack his back, “No more!”

“More? This not enough for you,” his voice is mocking. “Don’t wanna cum from my fingers, is that it, you frustratingly beautiful piece of work?”

Before you could argue back, could push him away, or kick your legs, he’s pulling your jeans halfway off, and then he’s spinning you around, face down and ass up. The cold air brushes against your sloppy pussy, clit swollen from having been rubbed and petted by his hostile hand, longer fingers stretching you out.

And then something equally hot and wet touches your slit. He's lapping up your wetness, fingers still curled inside of you as he rubs your walls whilst he sucks at your clit. You're moaning, fingers digging into the dirt as you try to crawl away, but his spare hand is holding you down, forcing you to arch more painfully so he can suck and lick to his heart's content. He scissors his long fingers, forcing you to stretch.

"Stop! Stop it!" You sob. He isn't listening, he's taking what he wants from you, extracting a strained orgasm that makes you tear up, pussy clenching around his fingers. "No! No, I don't want this!"

"I don't care," is all he says. Through the fog of pain and pleasure, you hear a ziiiip, and you’re panicking, hands clawing even more. You have to get out of here, have to escape. If anyone's emerging, it's you. It has to be you.

But when he lines his cock up, you realise your face isn’t buried in leaves and mud, but rather something soft. It’s his jacket. He slams inside you in one thrust. 

“FUCK!”

He’s thrusting inside, hard, and with a bruising grip on your hips, simultaneously keeping you still so he can drill his fat cock inside your clenching pussy and pulling you to meet his hips. The forest is quiet, apart from the choked moans and groans coming from you, and the sound of skin slapping against each other. 

“Been keeping this tight pussy from me?” He thrusts harder, cock head rubbing against that spot inside you and it steals your breath. “Fucking selfish!”

You’re trying to argue back but it all just comes out garbled, drool pooling under your chin. There’s nothing you can do but maul his hands, trying to pry them off you. He doesn’t let up, only thrusts harder, like he’s punishing you for all his frustrations. 

“I hate you!” You manage to push out. 

Sukuna leans forward, heavy body pinning you to the floor even more so he can nip your ear, licking away the blood and growling at the taste. “You may hate me, but this cunt doesn’t.”

And to prove his point, he shuts up, grinding inside of you so you can hear the squelching of your pussy and the way it’s squeezing him for more, desperate to milk him so it can be coated in his cum. You twist, hand pushing against his chest whilst you cry, tears streaming down your face from the sheer stretch. 

“Tell me what happened. Tell me what I did,” he orders.

You shake your head, groaning with every thrust, and when he rubs your clit with one hand, whilst the other gropes your bare tit, you can only cry out louder. “You ruined everything! Ngh! I had it all and you -ha- took it from me.”

Clinking of metal and rustling of paper catches your eye. He’s dropped money on the floor. Sukuna’s emptied his wallet in front of you, even his cards fall out, including a shiny black one. They all clink and clatter right by your head.

“Take it all as compensation for your fucking bagel, you damn brat.”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE BAGEL,” you screech.

His hips don’t stutter, not even for a second, insistent on plunging his cock again and again so your pussy will never forget the shape of it. You can feel him in your stomach, can feel every ridge, every vein, and you think you might just pass out from the stretch.

Years of pressure, of tension, of hatred, of bitterness and resentment build up inside of you, tearing you apart. You think about the tears, the nightmares, the loneliness in your first year. The numbness in your second and the anger, the pain, the pleasure in your third. 

“Keep crying, baby. Only —ha— makes me want to fuck you harder till you can’t cry anymore.”

It’s a tsunami approaching land, you can feel the painful orgasm creeping up, threatening to drown you. And when his left hand falls beside your head, steadying himself so he can angle his cock deeper, kissing your cervix with every thrust now, you see something that looks so familiar you missed it every time you saw it on his wrist. 

He’s wearing your hair tie. 

You cum all over him, drenching his abs with your wetness, and you’re tensing up, still being used as practically a sex doll, all limp and pliant for his pleasure. It’s the kind of pleasure you’ve never had before, the one you’ve chased with boys who didn’t know what they were doing, couldn’t tell your thigh from your clit, and have only ever left you unsatisfied and full of regret. 

“Fuck! S’kuna!” 

“That’s right, prez, cum all over my cock. Take what you want, baby.” He soothes your ass, watching the way it’s bouncing on his length to elongate your high, before he meets you in the middle. 

And with one last moan, you fall, your ass kept up high by his hands only. Then, he cums with a growl, right in your ear, the vibrations piercing your body and lighting your soul with a warmth you can’t bear to think about. 

“So fucking good,” he snarls. “Perfect. Fucking made just for me, yeah?”

He wasn't talking to you, was only groaning to himself, but you mutter agreements, everything you can to make him spurt out all of his hatred for you. And he does. You feel it spilling out.

When you both calm down, lying on the ground — you on his jacket and him on the floor — you feel something has changed between you. An acceptance of whatever the fuck is wrong with both of you. Of that strange, fucked up string connecting you both. You won’t fight it anymore. 

Can’t fight it anymore. 

You're a mess. Tears and drool drying on your face, your juice and his cum coating your inner thighs, dirt and blood caking your body. You've never felt more cleansed.

Feeling an urge to cry but having used up all your tears, you scoot over to him, lying on his chest and his arms wrap around you like it’s second nature, a hand rubbing your back whilst the other threads through your hair, pulling out leaves from the tangles. 

“I’m bored,” you admit, tracing abstract patters on his chest. His shirt is sticking to him, slightly damp from the exertion. You’re completely naked, jeans discarded somewhere. There should be a fear of being caught, of being seen in such a vulnerable position, but for some reason you don’t care. Maybe it’s because you know Sukuna wouldn’t let that happen. Or maybe he would, and you just don’t care anymore. 

He sighs. “I know.”

“I really liked being the president,” you mumble. 

“I know.”

“But the Dean ruined everything. No, Mahito did. No, you did.”

He sighs again. “I know. I’ll fix it.”

You raise your head, chin resting on your hand as you look up at him. “How are you gonna do that?”

Brushing errant hairs from your face, he promises, “EdenU relies heavily on funding from my family. I’ll force the Dean’s hand, make him reinstate you.”

Unable to resist the urge, you bite his chin, feeling an aggressive desire to make him hurt. He smacks your ass in retaliation.

“But what about you? Didn’t you want to be president? Isn’t that what this whole thing’s even about?” It’s odd to be so casual, so conversational after that mind-numbing sex and the fact that there’s so much to be said, to be discussed between you two, but that’s just how it is with you and him. You aren’t normal. And certainly, aren’t healthy. 

“Nah,” he scoffs, “been president for like a week and that shit was tiring. Dunno how you did it.”

You giggle. “It’s not for the weak, that’s for sure.”

Sukuna slaps your ass for his own pleasure, a grin growing on his face. matching yours. But then it drops as he looks over your face, like he’s just remembered what the whole thing’s been about. Your smile drops too.

“Do we have to?” You ask, but the grim look on his face is all the answer you need. 

He cradles your cheek in one hand, uncharacteristically soft, and then he pecks your lips, once, twice. “Tell me what I did to you. Tell me what I put you through.”

You try to pull away but he’s holding you tighter. Your lip trembles and with a hiccup, you hiss, “What does it matter? Will you even apologise?”

“Yes,” he insists. “I’ll do it. For you. I’ll do it now.”

Sitting up, you try to find your clothes, fumbling in the dark. You find your panties and jeans, miraculously, and put them on. Unfortunately, your sweater is ripped up, but he drapes his jacket on you, and you both know it’ll stay with you from now on, like he had always intended. 

“If I tell you, we’ll have to start over again.”

His mouth is teasing and tasting wherever it can reach, exploring your neck, brushing your cheek and your hair, as if he’s promising your body his sincerity when he says, “Whatever it takes, I’ll win you back. Even if it takes forever.”

You’re willing to test that out. 

So, leaning back on his chest, you recount the night you set out to lose one thing and ended up losing everything.

[nanaslutt]

thinking about itsuomi….

ʚ cont: fem reader, dry humping, praise, he talks you thought it, itsuomi is the greenest flsg, soft soft soft soft

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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you wrapped your legs tighter around Itsuomi’s waist, trying to resist the urge to roll your hips against his crotch as he kissed you, his hands grabbing the sides of your waist, squeezing your skin tighter every so often.

his body felt so hot against yours, making your skin burn even hotter with desire. he kissed you slowly, passionately, making you really feel every inch of his lips against yours. your chest touched his every time you inhaled, trying to keep your breaths quiet and devoid of whimpers that so desperately wanted to escape.

you hadn’t noticed, too consumed in focusing on the silver haired man’s lips, but you had been squirming against him for a while now, too aroused and overwhelmed with how good this all felt. itsuomi pulled back from your lips, his lidded eyes taking over your face, your lips parted and swollen from the kiss, eyes cloudy, as you looked at him patiently, waiting for his next move.

“do you want to stop?” he asked, his voice coming out soft as he tipped his head at you. you felt your face heat up, never having had someone be so gentle with you before. you shook your head, squeezing your legs around his to emphasize your words.

“okay,” he responded, a barely there smile cracking the corner of his lips before he leaned his face back down. you expected to feel his lips on yours again, but you were instead met with the plushness of his lips on your neck, softly kissing right over your pulse point.

you were unable to hold back the gasp that left your lips, your hand immediately coming up to press against your mouth, a preventative measure to make sure no more embarrassing sounds left your lips. itsuomi pulled back for a moment, his lips just grazing your skin before he spoke, “You don’t have to hold back your voice, same goes for your hips.” he said, exposing you.

you felt a rush of heat burn your face, making you tip your head in the direction opposite from him. “I want to make you feel good, if you need to move, move. I’ll do it with you if you’re too shy, okay?” he said sweetly, pressing another kiss to your pulse point.

Itsuomi watched from the crook of your neck as your eyebrows pinched together before you nodded shyly, your hand pulling back from your mouth, slowly dropping back down onto his shoulder.

you allowed yourself to relax against him when you felt his kisses on your neck turn to sucks, his warm, wet tongue caressing your skin between his lips. you were met with the shallow, slow thrust of his hips against yours, making you gasp again, a sound you tried not to feel too embarrassed about since Itsuomi had told you to let go.

he experimentally thrust against you again, a bit harder this time, making you suck a breath in between your teeth. “feels good?” he whispered between sucks against your neck. “mhm..” you responded quietly, feeling that same familiar throbbing intensify between your thighs.

itsuomi picked up his pace a bit, finding a rhythm as he rutted his hips against yours. you could feel something prominent and hard pressing right against your cunt, making you feel dizzy. you knew what that feeling was. just knowing Itsuomi was as aroused as you were was driving you crazy.

“move your hips back against me, you can do it.” he encouraged, one of his hands sliding down your waist and landing on your hip. his fingers curled behind your lower back as he pulled your hips against him, helping you out.

he released a breathy moan against your neck when you gave in and let yourself move against him, humping your cunt on his crotch when he rubbed himself into you. “just like that.” he praised, picking his head up from the crook of your neck.

you looked like you were being fucked for real, your jaw open as whimpers steadily fell out as his hard boner rubbed against your clothed clit, eyes fluttering in your head, eyebrows scrunched together.

you hummed against his lips when he connected them once more, the kiss a little needier now as he pulled your leg over his hip, making you wrap your legs around his back. you felt yourself gush when his tongue poked against your lips, asking for permission. you opened them more against him, letting his warm tongue enter your mouth and tangle with yours.

breathy moans were being pushed out of your mouth and into his by his hips rutting against you, his cock straining in his pants against you making you feel hotter and hotter with each thrust. you did your best to move your tongue with his, but his quickly overpowered yours as he explored every inch of your mouth.

you cracked your eyes open and noticed how red his face looked, even being so close to yours. his eyebrows were pinched together slightly, twitching every so often when he thrust against you, making his cock rub against the inside of his boxers just right.

Itsuomi swore he could feel how hot you were between your thighs through all the layers of fabric. he wanted so badly to just pull down your panties and stretch you open on his fingers while he sucked your clit into his mouth, but he knew he had to be patient.

Itsuomi was shocked out of his little daydream when your body tightened around him, your hips wiggling more and more, begging for friction against your clit. were you close? just from a little dry humping? Itsuomi pressed himself against you and rolled his hips in circles, making his bulge rub your clit around through your clothes, just like he would do with his fingers.

your lips started to slow against his as kissing him back proved to be harder and harder the closer you got to finishing. you tapped repeatedly on his shoulder, trying to get him to let up a bit so you didn’t cum in your pants.

“it’s okay, you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he asked between kisses, not slowing his hips once even as he spoke. “you can cum, i got you.” he whispered, making you head feel fuzzy and warm. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders tighter, bracing yourself.

itsuomi wasn’t quite there yet, but he was alright with edging himself if it meant he got to watch you cum. there would be plenty of times in the future he would be able to cum, he wasn’t greedy.

he watched in awe with a slightly opened mouth as your lips detached from his, your eyes fully falling shut, squeezing together tightly. “there you go, good girl.” he whispered as your body shook against his, your abdomen curling into him as your orgasm hit you.

it felt so fucking good as he worked you through it with his hips, rubbing you just the way you needed with his boner. your gasps and cries as you came were like music to his ears, he could feel himself drip pre cum into his boxers just from listening to you.

when you came down he immediately started pressing kisses to your hot cheeks, his hands brushing the stray hairs from your face. “good job, felt good right?” he asked, smiling at you with that usual smirk of his. you nodded, still a little out of it as you looked away, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

“heh, i know. promise i’ll make you feel that again. over and over, as many times as you want.” he said, his words making your face burn furiously. you nodded and pushed his shoulders away, trying to hide. itsuomi giggled and separated his body from yours, sitting on the side of the bed as he played with your inner thigh.

“cmon, gotta get you cleaned up. i’ll run you a bath.” he said, his head tipping in the direction of the bathroom. you furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at the very obvious boner in his pants. itsuomi caught your gaze and pulled his t-shirt down over his cock, doing little to conceal it. “don’t worry about me, it’ll go down on its own.”

you felt bad he didn’t get to cum, but he seemed adamant in his words. next time, you would be sure to make him cum too. you nodded and let him scoop you into his arms as he walked you to the bathroom.

itsuomi wasn’t worried in the slightest about his little problem. he already planned to take care of it in his room while you soaked in the bath anyways, using the image of you orgasming on him as material to jerk off. the scene replaying over and over in his head on repeat.

[sugarushwriting]

cherry popper aftermath — jake

jake x reader

adult content featured - please read at your own discretion

went overboard so say hello to dom jakey

two days. two days of ignoring your best friend. it wasn’t easy as jake knew your schedule and hiding spots so well.

and it all came to an end when jake caught you coming out from the science building.

“avoiding me?”

“ah!” you squealed nearly falling into the bush next to you.

jake reached out, pulling you to his chest by your hands, avoiding and catching your fall. “careful there clumsy.”

you quickly pulled away, not wanting to be touched by him. not because you didn’t want it. no, because you craved it.

ever since you let jake, your best fucking friend, take your virginity, all you could think about was that tongue and fucking hands of his.

“jake, hey,” you quickly fixed your clothes, “what brings you here?”

jake pointed to the science building. “i have class right after you here, remember?” he chuckled.

“oh, right, right.” you nodded. “well, i should get going before i’m late for class.” you pointed off towards a random direction.

“your next class isn’t for another hour.”

“did i say class? i mean before i’m late for a studying session.” you quickly covered and used your thumbs to point towards the opposite direction. “gotta go!” you squealed and took a fast exit away from jake.

once you were a good ways away from the classroom building, you stopped speed walking to catch your breath. you closed your eyes and mumbled out, “that was close.”

“what was close?” a man’s voice asked from behind you.

you twirled around, hands up like you were ready to fight, a small shriek of surprise leaving your lips. heeseung laughed at your reaction.

“lee heeseung!” you scolded, punching him in the shoulder. “you can’t just sneak up on a girl like that!” you laughed.

heeseung laughed even more, “im sorry but i couldn’t resist.”

“what do you want?” you asked when your breathing went back to normal.

“jake has been pouty lately.”

“and that has to do with me because?”

“it started happening after you dashed out his bedroom, half dressed and never talking to him again.”

your lips went into a line. “how did you know i dashed?”

“it was the middle of the night, i had a full bladder and got hungry.”

caught. yes, after you had sex with jake, (your best friend!), he fell asleep and you dashed! half naked, not even thinking about the consequences because you were too in your head.

“you’re over thinking the whole situation aren’t you?” heeseung laughed, showing off his pearly smile.

“no, no, no i’m not.” you said shaking your head, crossing your arms.

“three no’s, all different tones.” heeseung tapped his chin. “your voice went an octave higher with that second no, then deeper with the third.”

“because i had something in my throat!” you defended.

“i know how to get your mind off jake and the situationship.”

“one there is no situationship, and do if you say to have sex with you, i wont hesitate to punch you, lee heeseung.”

heeseung grabbed his chest. “ouch, that stings. and to think we had something special.”

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. “it was a kiss.”

“and a very good one at that.”

“what’s your plan?”

“let’s go to a party tomorrow night.”

you walked off with heeseung, walking to a nearby cafe on campus, both of you failing to realize jake was watching the entire conversation and interaction.

well at least you failed to realize jake had actually skipped class to catch up with you, only for his friend to intercept.

jake was seething. only seeing red, blinded by jealousy. what, you let him fuck you and that’s it? was it just so you could go off to heeseung?

jake sim was jealous.

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from jakey the bestie: can you please stop ignoring me? i miss my best friend.

your heart dropped reading jake’s text that night after your shower. you were really being a terrible person right now ignoring jake.

your best friend.

he’s not the one to judge you, never judge you. you were being immature and rude about the whole situation. why can’t you just own up to it? communicate how you feel rather than hide?

because jake was your best friend and you had feelings for him.

yes he had said he felt something towards you, but was that actual feelings or just lust? just the want to take your virginity?

jake was sweet, but he was also a play boy.

you sighed heavily. “you doing okay?”

you looked up seeing heeseung still chilling on your couch. “dude, i thought you left already?”

heeseung had came over to help you with your assignments you had jake helping you with. “you looked like you needed company.”

“i’m fine heeseung.” you gritted through your teeth. “you’re clingy.” you scrunched your nose.

“what’s wrong with being clingy?”

“it’s not a attractive to a girl you’re not dating.”

“then let’s date.”

you scoffed. “yeah, no, i’ll pass. you’re reputation is just as bad as jake’s, if not worse.”

you were too busy in a conversation you hadn’t realized you were still in your oversized towel from the shower. suddenly feeling a chill, you motioned your hands towards the front door.

“you’re a terrible host.” heeseung teased, grabbing his belongings.

you began opening the door, “it was nice having your company but now—,”

you stopped in your tracks. because at your door, with their fist up ready to knock was, jake.

“jake?” you asked in a tiny voice.

jake looked at you, to heeseung, back to you, noticing your towel. “been busy, huh?”

“yes, studying.” you gripped the door, feeling the jealousy radiating off your friend. almost like when he found out you and heeseung made out at a party.

“in a fucking towel?”

“i just got out of the shower! he was supposed to be gone! wait—,” you stopped, shaking your head, “why am i even trying to defend myself? it’s none of your business.”

“it is my business who you fuck when it comes to my friends. when it comes down to me taking your fucking virginity and you go and give me the silent treatment for no reason.” jake spat. “what? wanted me to break you in for heeseung?”

“watch it.” heeseung stood tall next to you. heeseung knew how jake could get about you. overprotective and very jealous.

but heeseung wanted you two to talk it out. so he may have texted jake saying he was over a girls house, then perhaps posted a story on his social media account with him chilling on your couch—with an identifiable back ground.

jake was smart and he quickly put two and two together. he just wasn’t banking on him getting here so fast, you in a towel, and you opening the door with him standing there.

jake literally growled. “i fucking told you guys she’s off limits.”

“she can make her own decisions jake.” heeseung spat back. “stop being a dick to her. she’s not your property, she’s your best friend. and don’t worry, i was just here to help her with her assignments. that’s all.” heeseung adjusted his backpack. “don’t worry, me and her are just friends, okay? she doesn’t see me in that way; she’s already friend zoned me plenty of times.”

heeseung walked out of your apartment, brushing by jake’s shoulder, purposely bumping into him. heeseung turned around one last time, “if you need me because this prick cannot behave, call me.”

you nodded shyly and heeseung walked to his car. jake had his fists balled to his sides, biting his lower lip.

you sighed in annoyance, turning around in your apartment to walk away. if jake wanted to come in to talk your door was open.

the door slammed behind you. you turned around ready to rip one into jake, when his full lips founds yours. kissing you harshly, desperately. his grabbed your face in his hands, holding you close so you couldn’t get away.

he couldn’t let you get away again.

his tongue begged for entrance, but you wouldn’t allow it. not until one of his hands went down your backside and gripped your bare ass, his nails digging into your flesh.

you yelped and he took the opportunity to stick his tongue down your throat.

he was in heaven swapping spit with you. you were sure if you were to remove your lips from his, a line of slobber would connect you two. his teeth nibbled on your bottom lip as well.

when he finally pulled away, taking your bottom lip inbetween his teeth, pupils blown, breathing heavy.

“fuck cherry, so, so good.” jake whispered. before you could say anything, he connected your lips again and pulled, no, yanked, the towel off your body leaving you naked.

“jake—,” you pulled away.

“your room, now.” jake’s expression darkened. when you didn’t move, he turned your body around, spanking you harshly.

“ouch!” that would definitely leave a mark.

“be a good girl and listen to your bestie.”

you swallowed, nodded, and rushed to your bedroom. you’ve never seen this side of jake. didn’t even know he had this side to him.

jake saw the thoughts running through that head of yours and he laughed, walking up to you as you sat on your bed naked.

“what? thought i was just some subby boy? girls think that about me a lot, until they piss me off.”

jake stalked closer to you, taking off his shirt in one smooth move throwing it on the bed. then he removed his belt, “be good, or i will have to use it,” he threatened, placing the belt neatly on the bed next to you.

“unbutton my jeans.”

with shaky hands, you reached up to his button and quickly but clumsily unbutton and unzipped the jeans. jake looked down at you with his big eyes, tongue licking his lips, loving the sight in front of him.

“take my cock out, and suck it like the fucking whore you are.”

“jake, im not a wh—,”

he reached over to grab his belt, but you quickly placed your hand on his to stop him. looking down, you quickly did as you were told.

when jake’s cock met your tongue, he let out a big moan, sending a shock straight to your core. “fuck cherry, such a wonderful mouth.”

jake’s hand went to the back of your head, making you deep throat and gag. “no other man will ever get to know the feeling of this.” jake sighed in pleasure, using your mouth as he pleased. “you’re mine, and you’re going to learn that, baby. that mouth, that pussy, all of you belongs to me!”

as jake rambled, he was fucking your face, slobber dripping out of your mouth. when he looked down and saw you, he stopped. “i’m sorry, you just make me so crazy.” he apologized, sticking his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. you sucked his thumb.

“sorry i ignored you jake.” you coughed out trying to get your breath and head back.

“show me how sorry.” jake smirked. “lean back and open your legs for me. i’m hungry and i’ve missed you.”

you did as you were told once again, and jake wasted no time at all, to dive between your legs, tongue lapping up what you had to offer. with your hands spread out beside you, you gripped your comforter as jake worked his magical tongue against your folds.

see this is why you’ve been ignoring him. and for what? because you knew if he did it again, this would be it. you would be hooked and eventually get your heart broken.

“so good and all mine.” jake whispered happily, throwing your legs over his shoulders. he spat at your cunt, and went back to eating and licking like a starved man.

your stomach began to tighten, and you felt your thighs beginning to feel sore. “jake i—,”

“you can do it baby.” he encouraged, and placed two fingers inside of you, sucked on your clit, while his other hand pressed down on your stomach.

“oh, oh, OH!” you screamed as you came. hoping your neighbors were not home and could not hear you.

jake continued lapping you up, and your body shook from the orgasm and overstimulation. you pushed him away.

“jakey no more, please.”

jake tsked. “you haven’t had my cock yet.” he stood up, pulling you to the edge of the bed. your hips at the edge of the bed.

he let his pants and boxers drop to his ankles and he stepped out of them. it’s only been a couple days, yet you forgot how thick he was. you threw your head back and groaned.

you thought you couldn’t take it, “jake—can’t,”

he rubbed your hip bones, his tip teasing at your entrance, “you can and you will take me, babygirl.” he was being so mean but encouraging at the same time.

“breathe for me babygirl,” he said as he pushed through your tightness. “like last time baby, it’ll feel better.”

you bit your bottom lip, as jake pushed all they way in. more like bullied his way in. this time, he wasn’t slow with his pace, his hips snapping back and forth from the start, your body bouncing back and forth from the thrusts, your bed squeaking at the speed.

“baby, cherry, jakey isn’t going to last much longer. i’ve been so hard for you the past few days. aching for this pussy. wanting to bend you over every surface and have my way with you.” jake grumbled out, as his thrusts quickened and deepened.

“don’t you ever ignore me again, babygirl. i’m actually going easy on you. most girls who piss me off get tied up, and don’t get to orgasm. but you aren’t most girls aren’t you?”

jake was very blabby when it came to this. but you didn’t mind.

jake pulled out, “on your knees. i want to see your ass while i come in you.”

with the energy you could muster up, you flipped on your stomach, jake helping you left your hips as he plunged back in, your knees on the edge, your gripped your comforter.

“after this, i’ll eat this pussy and fuck this pussy wherever, whenever. in the library—fuck—in between classes, at parties, in my car,” jake couldn’t even finish his sentence but you came and he came right after filling you up with his load.

you groaned and almost sobbed. sobbed because your chest began to hurt. hurt from the feelings and the pain you would soon have to face.

jake pulled out, his come leaking out of you, and you collapsed onto the bed. “not yet babygirl, we need to get you cleaned up.”

jake picked you up in his arms, your face going to hide in his neck. he carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on the counter. your body began to shut down, exhausted.

he gripped your chin in between his fingers. “no, no, baby you gotta pee and i need to wipe you with a warm cloth.”

you pushed his hand off your chin, moving your head away, “no need to be nice, jake, i know i’m just another fu—,”

“don’t you dare finish that fucking sentence.” jake snapped, grabbing your cheeks in his hand, squishing them. “i meant what i said,” he gripped your thigh with his other free hand. “you’re mine, only mine. in return, im all yours.”

jake kissed your forehead, releasing your cheeks. he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes looking into yours.

“all yours.” you smiled.

“all mine.” he repeated and kissed your lips.

consequences be damned.

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PR secret. Eren x reader

warnings: everyone is a bad lover in this execpt maybe eren, age gap, toxic/unhealthy relationship, power dynamics, eren is kind of delusional, face grabbing, hair pulling, arguing, cry baby eren, nipple sucking, cheating, unprotected sex, mommy kink, mention of blackmailing, jealousy, uncorrect use of smartphone, biting, hickeys, mean reader, semi public sex, sex on a desk, breeding kink, praise.

author's note: part two of this work ☆ guys, this was so fun to write i'm kind of proud of this mini serie, it would mean a lot if you let me know what are you thoughts about it, pardon any typos and enjoy!!

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It is 11:34 am and you're only setting foot at the office. A crease set between your brows when the knob twists without resistance. Have you forgotten to lock the door when you left yesterday ? Sighing under your breath you step in regardless, you have lost enough time as it is. 

"Hi" Your head snapped towards the noise. Mikasa Eren and Armin are seated on the floor back resting against your couch. Eren is showing them something on his phone while they are munching on potato chips. 

"Good morning, I didn't realise it was "bring your parents" day today" you remark walking to your desk before dropping your coat and bag hazardly on your chair.  Mikasa and Armin tenses at your words, Eren giggles. Right, they know about your... ambiguous situation. You probably aren't their favorite person at the moment.

"I wanted to show you something but you arrived quite late today"  Eren states, pocketing his phone as he walks towards you. 

"Lily had a doctor's appointment this morning. I wanted to be here, Pixis already knows." You start pressing the power button on your computer only to find out that it is already on too. You exhale sharply through your nose. "Do I want to ask how did you get in there and why are you scattering crumbs all over my floor" 

"No you probably shouldn't, " Eren laughs, patting his hands clean on his denim jeans "Anyway here is what I came for" He fishes a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and gives it to you. 

Opening it you recognize Eren's handwriting, unfortunately you can only make out a few letters, it looks like an anonymous threat letter, you give the paper back to him. 

"Read this out loud I'm not a hieroglyph expert" you grumble, finally sitting down on your chair. 

"Those are ideas for the scene of my upcoming tour" you nod your head, signaling him to continue, your gaze drifting to Eren's friends. They are looking at you but when your eyes meet they precipitately look elsewhere. Great, just great. 

As Eren goes on listing his idea you can't help but think they sounds familiar

"Let me guess, then you want a giant sized jaw as a prop for your entrance ?"

"Yes ! Yes! It's like you read my mind" you roll your eyes snatching the paper from his hands to tear it apart. 

"Those are Porco's ideas, you stole them from my computer, Eren come on! " you scold mustering the sternest look you can. "You need to stop acting childishly, you have your own  artistic direction and universe, draw from it, not from your colleagues' brains please." His shoulders slump as he sits dramatically on the chair opposite to yours. 

"Is there any way I could poach some from-"

"Enough" The room fell silent. It's like he's trying to push over your limits and it is working  ten minutes in, and you already need a smoking break (you don't smoke) "We still have time to think about all of this okay ? The tour doesn't even start until a year and a half" your voice is softer. 

You're not mad at him but you wish he didn't bring the two musketeers with him, you feel spied on. Mikasa and Armin probably already think that you are not a good fit for their friend and here you are lashing out on him. 

"Ok I won't bother you anymore" Eren raises his hand in defense, a satisfied smile on his lips "Just don't be mad at me ok ?" he rises from his seat hunching over the desk to kiss your cheeks, your eyes go wide. 

"Eren!" you whisper yell "We are in public" 

"Who cares ? They know already, I told you"

"Yeah it doesn't mean that I want the rest of the office to know"  He groans, planting another kiss on your cheek before straightening up his back.

"Are you guys ready to go ?" he asks Mikasa and Armin, turning his broad back on you. 

The trio exit the room bidding you farewell. You back hit the chair once you're left alone. Today is going to be a long day. 

And  a long day it was, once you made it home you threw your heels across the room in anger.

"Y/n! Lily is asleep" Erwin deep voice warn you and curse under your breath, fuck. The last thing you need right now is waking up your baby. As he joins  you on the doorstep Erwin's large hand comes to the back of your head, tilting it to face his own. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead before taking your coat and bag from your tensed body. About anything could make you snap right now and he seems to have noticed it, directing you to the couch he places you on his knees. Erwin caresses your thigh in up and down motion before finally addressing your outburst. 

"What happened today ?"  His voice is soothing, you relax against his body more and more before ranting about how much you hate Floch and his stupid face, stupid hair and even more stupid ideas. The reason for his employment is such a mystery to you. He doesn't bring any value to the company. 

Being a lawyer Erwin is currently listing the options you and the company have to get rid of Floch. 

"Or I know someone that could get rid of him nice and clean, no bodies, no traces" you giggle at his joke, hiding your face in his neck.

"I'll keep that option in mind, what about you ? Did Lily eat anything after the appointment ?" 

"A little and then she was being sassy, refused to sleep until 30 minutes ago, that's why I didn't want you throwing your stuff around" he explained, pinching your thigh. 

You whine in his skin as you inhale his strong cologne."I'm sorryyyy" you depose a kiss under his ear to make amends. "Levi is not here ?" you pretend not to feel the way his thigh tenses at the mention of his name. 

"No, he'll be back next week he had to deal with family stuff" 

"I have been meaning to ask, are he and Mikasa related ?"

"Eren's friend ? I know they share a last name so probably to some extent but I don't have much more information. Levi is not very open when it comes to his private life" Erwin states and you nod, it's not like Mikasa is very chatty either, would be a surprise if they were actually related. 

After a moment of silence you straddle his lap fully, to plant your face better in his neck. Erwin's large hands caresses your back,as he kisses your hair.  The last time you were in that position on that very couch, Eren came inside of you, the memories filled your head and you felt wetness rushing to your crotch. What if... What if you had sex with Erwin ? You don't want him to suspect something, and right now the idea of a good fuck is very seducing after the shitty day you had. 

You trail  kisses up his skin until you meet his plump lips. You kiss tentatively and he answers, eagerly, gropping your ass to grind against his groin. The makeout session quickly becomes heated, your wetness pierce through your panties and Erwin bulge throbs more and more as you slide against it. 

You try your best to push down the memories of you and Eren doing the exact same thing at the exact same place only a few days ago. But you can't, Erwin must feel the hesitance in your hips, as he lays your back gently on the couch.

"Let me take care of you" is the last thing you hear before he fucks your brain out, making you forget all about this awful day. Not being in control feels like such a treat sometimes.

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The next morning you go to work with a smile on your face, if you happen to have a bad day again Erwin will surely know how to make it better.  That smile fades as soon as you see who is waiting at the door of your office : Armin and Mikasa. 

"Let's not make this a habit shall we ?" you ask sardonically as you unlock the door.

"We need to talk to you" Armin starts, following your steps in the room. 

So he'll do the talking, convincing you to drop their cherished friend  and Mikasa we'll just be a menacing figure in the back ? 

"I am all ears" you flash them a fake smile sitting on the edge of your desk. They exchange a look before Armin starts speaking again.

"We think... you should end things with Eren, this can't be good for his career or... or any of you" he declares with a slight tremor in his voice. 

"Alright and what does Eren think huh ?" a humourless laugh escapes your lips "I'm guessing he doesn't know that you two are here ? " you point a finger at them "I wonder what his reaction would be if he heard about this little intervention." 

"Leave him or we'll tell Erwin" Mikasa's voice cut through the room. Showing a little teeth ? You can deal with that. 

"Is this a feeble attempt at blackmail ? because I'm not shaking in my boots right now, plus Erwin already know about Eren and I. "  A very bold faced lie, if they were ten step closer they would hear how hard your heart is pounding against your ribcage, but you keep your composure, if they don't have leverage against you they'll leave or so you hope. 

"You're not good for him, he deserves someone kind and who cares about him "

"Someone like you ? Because this is where it is going right ? You want to take my place? Breaking news he came onto me not the other way around" her fist clenches at your words and you smile, just a little. 

Mikasa takes a step in your direction but Armin catches her wrist "You're selfish and disgusting you-" you interrupt her speech before she can tell more things you already know about yourself.

"Blah blah blah, get out of my office before I call security. I have to work, not all of us are on holiday. Soon you'll go back to college and Eren will be all mine again" you pause bringing a finger to your lips "Oh, but he always was" you turn your back on them, contouring the desk to sit in your chair. 

They are fuming, initially you wanted to diffuse the situation but are you supposed to lay down on the ground when they insult you in your own office ? Hell no. 

You ignore their presence and the door slam shut a few minutes later. Well...That went well. 

The whole conversation replay in your mind as you tend to your tasks, what if they talk to Erwin ? What if they didn't buy your lie ? Your stomach churn with anxiety, you really should talk with him, tell him the truth you owe in that, after all you didn't wear protection when you cheated on him. Your phone buzzes, speaking of the devil ; it's a text from Eren.

Eren: Lunch here, you can't say no ! 

His location is attached, a secluded restaurant away from the din of the city, sounds nice, you reply with a thumbs up and your phone buzzes again 

           Can't wait ! I miss you!!

Your stomach churn again, you should probably tell him about last night, you owe him that too. 

Lunch break comes around and a cab drops you to the restaurant Eren suggested. You expected him to wait outside for you but knowing him there is a chance that he is late, upon your arrival, the receptionist directs you to a separate room where Eren already awaits you. Your brows raise in surprise and you smile at him, his face light up. 

"I ask them to send the prettiest girl in the world my way, and here you are" he raises to his feet to hug and kiss you. You return his soft gesture inhaling his scent, bleu de chanel, can't go wrong with that one.

It is a Japanese restaurant, the table of the private area is close to the floor, so you have to sit on the ground, Eren guides you down, arms firmly secured around your frame. 

"How was your morning?" he inquired, munching on the edamame displayed on the table. You snort, should you really tell him about your early visitors ? 

"If you must know , Armin and Mikasa came to see me and they want us to break up"  Eren freezes looking at you with eyes round as marbles. You brush his hair backward, planting a kiss on his mouth. "I had sex with Erwin yesterday" Only way out is throught right ? It will hurt less if you break all the news at once. "What about you ?"  Glancing his way you realize you  probably should have used more tact, he is livid. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know how to announce it and I don't want to hide things from you" blinking slowly at you Eren wrapped your body in a tight hug. You call his name growing worried by his silence. 

"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told Armin and Mikasa about us, they can't understand what's going on between you and me" you nod along his words and he hugs you again, you feel like his plush toy, the way he squeezes you so tight against him. Is he going to ignore your second revelation ? 

The food comes in, disrupting the moment. Eren parts from you "Oh, yeah I ordered for you is that ok ?" you nod giving him a quick smile as he happily digs in his plate. Picking at the food you think about his reaction, he's possessive and clingy so there is no way he just doesn't care about the fact Erwin had you. 

"Are you pregnant yet ?" Your head turns slowly towards him , horror movie style. 

"Come again ?" you ask in disbelief 

"Last time when we made love, I came inside of you, are you pregnant ?" he must me out of his mind there is no way. 

"I took plan b Eren" the sentence floats in the air his eyes sharpen "I said what I said in the heat of the moment but... I don't want another kid right now and it's the last thing you need too." 

"Did you take plan b with Erwin too or just me ?" he asks with a certain edge to his voice. So that's how he decides to acknowledge it ? The anger rises in you. 

"Took it as well, do you need the proof?" you chew angrily. 

"Since we are telling each other secrets, I want you to know that Erwin is fucking Levi behind your back, I hired a PI and-" You don't let him the time to finish his sentence, having no patience left in you today.

"You did what ?"  the whole restaurant probably heard you, but you couldn't care less. You grab his jaw to give him no choice but to look you in the eyes. "Who asked you to do that ? I did ?" The questions are rhetorical. Eren shakes his head left to right looking at you with his puppy eyes. You unhand his jaw, returning your attention to your plate.  It's not like you never suspected anything but the fact that Eren dipped his nose into it, makes you unreasonably mad.

"Forget it, it's whatever"  you sigh, he probably didn't do it with bad intentions. "When did you find out ?" 

"After we made love, when I got back to my place I contacted a guy we know with Zeke."  Made love, those words again if it was up to you you'll call it what it was : "sex" or "a pretty decent fuck" maybe his friends were right, maybe you don't deserve him.  From the corner of your eyes you see him pushing his food around the plate. 

"Come here" you start with a soft voice as you pull your shirt up, with your other hand you bring his head toward your chest. It is a peace offering that you hope he'll take. Eren sniffles a bit before locking his arms around your waist, his head resting against your belly, hot tears run down from his eyes to your skin. 

"I'm sorry mommy, I didn't want to make you mad" he sobs before covering the exposed tit with his mouth. Caress his long hair, you reassure him as you stare at the wall in front of you. 

You really need to have a chat with Erwin...

It is part of the reason you took the long way home, you picked your favorite desserts in case of a really big crisis. The scent of onions cooking fills your nose and you hum in pleasure. 

Toeing off your boots and coat, you make your way to the kitchen, dropping the takeout bag on the central island. 

"Welcome back" Erwin sing song voice when he turns around from the stove, smiling at you.

You smile back, stacking the food container in the fridge. 

"Erwin, can we talk ?" your voice is barely above the noise of the sizzling onions. After turning the stove off Erwin gives you his full attention, Icy eyes boring into your soul, you almost want to give up. 

"I know about you and Levi." you figured that this will temper his anger when you tell him about Eren and you, his face remains impassible. "I had sex with Eren" His thick eyebrows shot up and he took a seat on the stool of the counter.  

"I haven't been honest with you, I apologize" you nod, playing with your fingers nervously, waiting for the second part of his answer. "Did you have sex with Eren because you found out for me and Levi ?" It's not the question that you expected, you shake your head left to right.

"We had sex and then he did his research on you" He nods and silence fills the room "It was a few weeks ago, I'm sorry i've been wanting to tell you, but I was scared and I felt guilty too" Erwin reached for your hands over the counter. 

"It's ok, I know it's not a competition but I guess we're even then ?" A laugh escapes your lips and he smiles at you. "I always protect myself with Levi, there was a time where he used his body to earn money, it's not recent but still" Your eyebrows shot in surprise. Levi seems more like the type of person to be a hitman rather than a prostitute, but once again you don't know him that well, clearly. "Did you use protection with Eren ?"  

You shamefully tell him the truth and he tilts his head to the side in a disapproving manner. "It wasn't planned!" is all you muster to say, heat rising to your heeks, you feel like a teenager all over again. 

So Levi really had him huh ? looking at his broad frame you can't help but think about what would their intercourse look like. Does Levi bite his neck like you do, scratch his back, pull his hair when it is getting too much ? Your gaze falls on his lips.

"Is it weird if I want to kiss you ?" 

"I'm all yours" 

Your lips met in a soft kiss, the confrontation went better than you could imagine, the confirmation of his affair with your housekeeper makes your blood boil a bit. Erwin should only belong to you, he said it himself. You grab his collar pulling him closer, when the echoes of distant cries ring in your ears.  

Lily! 

"Perfect timing" you mutter after breaking the kiss "I got this" without a second glance his way, you rush up the stairs to calm your baby. 

As you sit across Erwin, you avoid any eye contact,  the confrontation went well, but now, now it feels weird. The cutlery scraping the plates fills the silence.

"Are we bad parents ?" you ask finally, clearly none of you were really phased by the secrets that aired out but it's not just you and him anymore in this family.

The question catches him off guard, his impassible eyes growing slightly bigger. "Well, I wouldn't say the situation is ideal, but as long as it stays between us it could work, don't you think ?" you nod digging in your plate some more.  "Lily is still a baby, we are present for her and she doesn't have to know about this right ? It is between you and me " he has a point. 

                                                      ⁂

 

You: Please tell me you're on your way, or at least awake

         Ereeeeeeeeen

         You're still mad at me because of yesterday ? 

         I'll apologize again if this is what you want

         Just hurry up please we can't afford to be late today

This is just a sample of all the text you have sent Eren in the past minutes, He was supposed to be there ten minutes ago already, and he is nowhere to be found. You bite the skin of your thumb anxiously when the door opens on none other than Eren. You shot up from your chair to meet him. He's holding craft bags in his right hand one in his mouth, left hand carrying a tray of styro cup coffees. So this is the reason he is late, a smile spreads on your face as you take the paper bag from between his teeth.

"I know I know I'm late, but I figured we better face that day with food first" he prompts, kissing your cheek as he walks to your desk depositing the generous amount of food he brought in. 

"That's very nice" you say, dropping the smaller bag next to his "I brought some too, It's homemade" you brag, tapping the pink tupperware neatly placed on your desk. His eyes go wide. 

"Don't tell me it's your blueberry pancakes ?" you nod, smiling proudly "With the vanilla whipped cream ?" another nod, he groans letting his body rest on the spare chair, you have placed next to yours before hand. 

An obnoxious moan escapes his lips when the scent of your cooking hits his nose, you chuckles at his theatrics, sitting next to him. Eren happily pigs the food down, occasionally turning your way to smile at you. It is contagious seeing him like that, happy with a smile that makes his beautiful eyes crinkle, you wished to see him this carefree and genuine all the time unfortunately it isn't possible, especially these days and it is why you are here today. 

A smear campaign against Eren is going on, as expected the cover of his album was judged too provocative, borderline blasphemy by the conservatives. The fact that Eren linked one of the many articles badmouthing him in his instagram story, followed by a picture of him,  shirtless, middle finger raised and a rosary pressed against his lips did nothing to appease the tension.

As a fan it made you smile, as a manager you had to confiscate his phone until further notice. 

Today's meetings are about crisis communication. Zackley brought up the possibility of a cover change, you'll fight against it, you need a united front and clear positions, not to bend the knee at the slightest criticism. 

"Did you talk with Erwin ?" Eren asks out of the blue, sputtering food all over himself. You roll your eyes grabbing a napkin to dap him clean.

"Yes actually, and we almost had sex again" 

"Yeah ? what stopped you then ?"

"Lily started crying. I had to go check on her" the corner of Eren's mouth spread in a wolfish grin.

"See ? That proves to me that you'll be an awesome mom to our kids" he declares kissing the back of your hand as his emerald eyes bore into yours. 

That is denial if you ever saw it. 

Your heart squeezes in your chest, no matter how many times you try to make him understand that this can't happen; the idea  is still engraved deep in his mind. What will finally make him realise you two don't have a future together ? Just yesterday he cried because of you, again. You need to do something about him.

If Eren loves you, really loves you the way he says, he'll hate you when you're done with him.

Retrieving your hand from his hold you flash him a quick smile before returning your attention to your monitor. 

Pros of breaking his heart into a million pieces : possibly he'll craft the best album of his career, people love pain and hearing about it. His fans will dig the corners of the internet trying to know who he is talking about; more engagement. Keeping a share of mystery is always good  when being a public personality. 

Cons : you'll lose him forever. He's not much of a forgiving person, there is a chance his fans connect the dots.  Guilt will most likely haunt you for the rest of your life. 

Before you can process any more thoughts, Isabel enters your office letting you know that the whole team is waiting for you and Eren in the meeting room. 

⁂

Stop dating (?) Eren Yeager 

Pros :

Not having to lie anymore

No more guilt

He acts even more like a child ever since I gave in

I need a partner that know how and when to take control

Calls me mommy

Feel like I'm betraying Zeke and he's one of my oldest friends

Cries easily

His friends hate me 

I'm scared of deuxmoi

Ending this situation before it becomes a fiasco

Wants to impregnate me 

Cons: 

He's my baby

I'll lose a really good friend

Probably lose my job too

Having to find a new agent 

Calls me mommy

Everybody wants him but I have him 

Cries easily 

His friend we'll hate me even more 

He'll be sad 

I'll feel bad

A lot of good memories together

Very emotional his reaction could be bad

 

Tapping the pen on your cheek you realise that making an extended list of pros and cons doesn't really help you, you're still torn on what's the right thing to do, a tired sigh escapes your lips. Maybe you'll see clearer tomorrow ? You grumble, hiding the piece of paper in your cd drawer under Eren's albums, a bit ironic, you chuckle, pushing it close. 

⁂

 

It is a rare occurrence for the company to hold parties at the office itself. The news of Eren breaking his own record with his new album came at the last minute, so you all didn't have a choice.  It is a celebration for both his record and to rejoice about the non success of the smearing campaign. 

Everyone around you is euphoric or piss drunk, some of the employees went home already.You had two glasses of champagne, not enough to make you drunk but enough to make the noise around you unbearable. Isolating yourself in your office you take off your heels, leaning on your desk, when you notice that your Cd's drawer is open. 

"Care to explain this ? " Eren crosses the room as he  wiggles a piece of paper in front of you, you can't make out what document it is, so you grab his wrist, to be able to read the content. "I act like a child ?"

Your body freezes, it is your pro / con list that you made about leaving him. Your eyes travel slowly to his. He is smiling ? You half expected him to cry about it if you are being honest, His eyes are telling another story though. He looks on the verge of a breakdown

"Where did you find this ?" 

"I think you should be worried about other things right now" his tone is calm, too calm, he deposits the sheet on the nearby desk as he traps you against it, beefy arm on each side of your body. "I don't know why you fight this so badly, but you are not leaving me, not as my manager, not as my lover, not now, not ever." 

You try to think about an answer that could make him see reasons, but he's too far gone, you lay a hand on his chest, pushing softly but he doesn't budge. 

"Eren you-"

"No, you will not whizzle in my brain trying to convince me that this is for the best, actually I think it is time for everyone to know about this" pinning your wrists in one of his large hands he fishes his phone out of the back of his denim jeans. 

Fuck, fuck fuck what the hell is he going to do ? You need to get that phone far away from him now. Attempting to break free from his hold you use your sweetest voice to convince him to stop whatever he is doing. It is useless. He is way too concentrated on his phone, after a moment he looks up to you and smiles, turning the screen your way. 

You gulp, hard. It is a  close up picture of you and him, He is behind you, arm over your shoulder displaying a large watch  as his chin rests on top of your head. Your mouth is pursed in a duck face and you're winking at the camera your hand is englobing his to showcase your watch as well . You remember that day or rather that night very clearly. A tag Heuer dinner party everyone was required to wear their product, that is why the picture is cropped to show only your faces and matching wrists  

Those were much simpler times, no baby, no man waiting for you at home, no love confession or PI, just booze and a comfortable lifestyle. 

The picture could be incriminating enough  as it is but Eren decided to add a caption in fine white letters, four simple words that leave no room for imagination.   

Love of my life 

The breath is knocked out of your lungs.

"Eren you can not post this, I'm serious"  he is still smiling at you, a unhinged glimmer in his eyes 

"Really ? It is only a click away though" he teases hovering his thumb over the post button. Your heart skips a beat. Is he really about to do it ? His lips meet your cheek "You always tell me to be honest with my fans, to talk to them to create the link, it is what i'm doing they deserve to know you" Oh so that's the day he decided to listen to your advice ? It has to be a joke. You're about to give him a piece of your mind when he presses the button. Your jaw goes slack. 

The smartphone he still holds up in his hand doesn't stop buzzing. He really did it."Look at that they're asking so many questions already, they love you"  One of his feet snake between yours, pushing to part your legs.  Locking his phone, Eren sticks it between your legs. The non stop vibration makes you gasp and you squeal against him. 

"Eren stop!" your head falls against his chest, whether the fans are happy or not about this news it's the same to you, their vibrations makes you writhe against him. 

"When you're done, I'll show them your pussy and you'll say thanks" the buzzing slows down enough for you to regain your composure, you look up to him. 

"You need to delete that right now baby, please do it for me" he shakes his head left to right

"Just enjoy the ride mommy" he whispers, spreading your legs wider to intensify the pressure on your clit, as if his fan heard him the buzzing kicks off again with a renewed vigor. Your mouth opens and closes multiple times without letting a single sound out. 

This is so filthy, you can't believe it is happening right now,  A sick part of you enjoys it, the people blowing up his phone would die for him, pay millions just to be in his presence, kill just to get a glimpse of him and yet you are the one with all the privileges. You bite your lips, grinding slowly against the buzzing device.

"That's right, let them know how good they're making you feel" Eren voice guides you and you allow yourself to moan out loud. The tireless buzzing is making you slowly lose our mind, you beg Eren to kiss you, and he does. Your wrists are still pinned behind your back, you wiggle trying to break free from his grasp but he bites your lips hard. 

Looks like he decided to take control today, more heat rushes to your pussy, it's pretty hot.  A few more notifications and you unravel against his smartphone. Your body convulses against his and a silent cry travels from your mouth to his. Once your body stills, Eren breaks the kiss and throws his phone somewhere on the floor. Fuck it's out of reach. 

"Don't even think about it" his teeth sink in your cheeks, you gasp. Releasing your wrist Eren starts to unbuckle his belt. You could try and make a run for his phone but his strong body still has you caged against the desk. A heaviness against your pussy gets your attention.

"Where should I put this ?" Eren taunts, slapping his dick on your clit, the soaked underwear still covering it creates a sinful sound that echoes around the room. 

"I don't know, is it your first time ?" you raise an eyebrow at him and he grunts, flipping you around, you are now facing away from him, hands flat on the desk. making a quick work of your panty Eren enters your pussy without warning. Your back arches and you gasp in shock. 

"Is it yours?" he grumbled, pumping messy thrusts inside your wet walls. You smile craning your head sideways to meet his eyes, it's so easy to get him where you want. 

"Are you mad at me baby ?" you pout, throwing your hips back on his cock. "You know you can't stay mad for long"  your eyes drop down to where you body meets, your ass ripple at your combined efforts, emitting a sticky wet sound. 

"I'm about to make you sound stupid" Eren threatens, quickening his pace. The desk shake under the rhythmic way your body collides against it. 

You close your eyes in delight, you don't know if it is your teasing comment or the need to prove he can be enough for you, but each stroke is making you see the stars. 

"My gooood Eren"

Sliding his fingers in your mouth, Eren forces it open "Say that you're mine" he rasps against your ears. You ignore his request, twirling your tongue around his fingers sucking them deeper between your lips. "Say it" he repeats with a harsh thrust against your spot. 

"ngh-fuck" is all you manage to left out,  his frustartion must be through the roof now, pulling out completely, Eren makes you face him again before splaying you out flat on the desk. His hair as slightly disheveled, no doubt from all the effor he's been putting into fucking you. The emerald eyes you're used to are a shade deeper, your pussy must be doing a real number on him. Folding your legs against your torso Eren enters you again and you let out a low moan. 

"Say it or I'll call Erwin, show him how good I have you" he's dead serious, but you're not scared one bit.

"Baby, you can't blackmail people when you're ball deep inside of them" you coo, purposely clenching your cunt around his cock, Eren closes his eyes letting out a pathetic moan. "Exactly, now make me cum if you can, and I will reward you" 

He bottoms out completely inside of you, gracing you with deep and slow thrust, just how you like. A satisfied moan flys your lips and you let your hands up to mess with his hair, you twist and pull his dark locks, admiring his face contorting in pain. You smile at him, putting up with every snap of his hips against yours. 

"Does it hurt ?" you taunt, he shakes his head left to right, so you pull tighter, he hisses. 

"I can take it" he grits through his teeth, of course he can, he'll take whatever you give him. 

"Do you love me Eren ?" you already know the answer, you just looove how receptive he is to your words, to your voice.  Upon hearing your question his eyes soften, and his dick twitches inside of you, bingo. 

"I-I love you so much" he breathes, his hips stutters and you hold back a chuckle.

"Can you go faster Eren ?" you ask, still using the sweet voice he likes so much. It's not about your pleasure or his. It is about knowing you are still in control, even if he's the one on top today, even if he threw a little tantrum earlier. The snap of his hips accelerates, and you scratch his scalp lightly with your nails. "Good boy" 

The more the fat tip of his cock pushes your spongy walls, the more your toes curl besides his face. The new angle of your legs makes you feel everything thrice more, looking down at your tummy, you can see the outline of his penis going in and out of you, fuck. 

Taking one of his hands you press it against the bulge. Eren grunts like a caveman and you wonder if he's ever experienced such pleasure with his previous conquests, the thought makes you upset, pushing his neck closer you sink your teeth hard in the flesh biting and sucking until you know he'll be marked as yours. 

"God you're so hot" he murmurs next to your ear "You're perfect for me" he grunts grabbing your jaw to force you back onto the desk. His digits push your head to the side. "we're going to match" is all he says before attacking your neck. 

"Eren!" you squeal trying to push him off, it is a thing that you mark him, another that he marks you. Huffing against your skin Eren brings a hand to your mouth, as he keeps on bullying your insides. 

His warm tongue draws circles over the spot he bites and a shiver runs down your spine, he is skilled with his tongue, he proved it before and your neck is very sensitive.

The heat shared between your bodies grow almost unbearable, you cry behind his hand, begging for him to make you cum, you feel it in your toes, as a rush of electricity, in your belly as a swarming sensation, you are tethering over the edge you just need a little bit more to fall completely.

A precise snap of his hips makes you shut down, whole body clamping down on him. 

"That's right mommy let it all out" he rasps, grinding his throbbing cock inside of you. "I'm going to fill you up, this time I'll get you pregnant I promise" On cue, his seed spills inside of you, you hum lowly, the sensation has always been pleasant to you, the aftermath not so much. 

The panting in your neck slowly dies down and Eren straighten his back, standing tall and proud on top of you

Eren's mouth goes over your ankles, kissing them lovingly as he lets your legs rest by the side of his hips, the rest after being folded for so long makes you grunt. 

Getting down on his knees, Eren admires his seed drooling out of your puffy hole, collecting the strays with his fingers, he pushes them back inside. When he's done, he moves on to your legs, massaging the back of your thighs. You give him instruction about where to put the pressure and he follows obediently.

"Tell me, was it on your private account that you posted ?" you ask sitting up on the desk.

He's avoiding your eye contact, still focused on the kneading of your thigh. You know him far too well; you train him far too good. He'll never jeopardize you. In a fit of rage, he might create a scandal, but never if it could seriously hurt your career. Eren is way too possessive to show you to the whole world anyway. A smile spread on your lips, and you pet his hair. It's even better if you think that it was the same friends that hate you who made you cum. 

"Good boy"

[dreamwritesimagines]

Sunshine [7] - Heat Wave

AN: My loves, thank you so so much for your wonderful support and lovely comments and HCs! ❤️ You’re amazing! ❤️

I hope you like this as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! 🥰

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader

Summary: There are many ways how a first date can end.

Word Count: 4400

CW: Explicit language, mentions of sex, drinking, adult themes MDNI

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A rational and emotionally mature person would know that drunk calls were normal, and the aftermath was inevitable. Drinking too much sometimes led to that, everyone knew, and a rational and emotionally mature person was supposed to just handle it with dignity.

Too bad you weren’t that person.

“So you’re avoiding the hot lumberjack?”

“Can we stop calling him that?”

You repressed a laugh and filled Nik’s cup with coffee.

“Well, I wouldn’t say I’m avoiding him,” you said. “It’s just…you know, I’m sure Logan is a very busy individual so if anything, I’m doing him a favor by not distracting him. For all we know, he could be on a mission right now. Do you really want him to die because he’s answering my call? I couldn’t live with that on my conscience.”

“Sunshine—”

“He could be saving the world,” you pointed out. “Do you want the world to end because he is answering my call? Do you want me to be the person who causes the extinction of the whole humankind? I mean honestly what am I, a tech CEO?”

“You’re so avoiding him.”

You heaved a sigh, then leaned against the counter.

“I texted him the next morning.”

“But you didn’t call him?”

“I can’t call him,” you whined. “I’ve made a fool of myself.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Nik said and you tilted your head at Jamie who was eating his breakfast.

“How are you being so quiet about this? I thought you’d be thrilled that I’m avoiding him.”

“I am but I can’t comment on this whole thing, I have a conflict of interest.”

“Conflict of interest?”

“Yeah I hate the guy’s guts,” he stated before nodding at you. “Keep avoiding him, you’re better off without him.”

Nik gasped. “Jamie!”

“Babe, that guy is a walking red flag.”

“Even if it were true, he also looks like he belongs on the cover page of those vintage romance books my grandma has in her library.”

“Fabio?!”

“I don’t know his name Jamie, but in Logan’s case I’ll allow a little red.” Nik stated. “It’s been years since she got laid.”

Your jaw dropped. “No it hasn’t!”

“I’m half scared she’ll join a convent,” Nik said, motioning in your direction and making you roll your eyes.

“Guys.”

“She’s not just going to get laid, she’s already talking about moving to the mountains with that asshole.”

“It’s not a mountain, it’s a cabin in the woods!” you argued and Jamie shrugged his shoulders.

“Whatever it is.”

“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to hear from me after that night,” you said. “I mean I totally made a move on him and…”

“And he turned you down because you were drunk!” Nik said with a smile and Jamie made a face.

“That’s like the bare minimum, don’t get impressed by that.”

“And when he maimed three guys for her?”

“The least he could do, considering what they threatened her with. Should’ve killed them if you ask me.”

A shiver ran down your spine but you made yourself busy with the tablecloth, wiping at the counter while Nik raised his brows.

“Driving her home so that she wouldn’t walk in the rain? Fixing her car? Going all the way from school to her neighborhood because he was worried about her being drunk and outside?”

“What are we, keeping a list now?”

“Darling I know you’re very adamant about hating this guy but you do have to admit the things he’s been doing for her are the opposite of a red flag,” Nik said, patting his hand as if trying to console him and Jamie heaved a sigh.

“I hate this.”

“So you think I should call him?” you asked Nik and he nodded.

“You should.”

“I disagree.”

“Well aware of that Jamie.”

“I hate him.”

“Figured that one as well, strange as it sounds,” Nik said before turning to you. “Call him.”

You nibbled on your lip, then motioned at Stacey and held up your phone, making her nod before you made your way out of the diner. Taking a deep breath, you found his name on the screen and touched it before taking the phone to your ear.

It rang only once.

“Hey princess.”

“Logan, hi!” you said, your heart pacing in your chest. “Um, are you busy?”

“Not at all,” he said. “Took you a while to sober up huh?”

You could feel your lips curling into a smile at his teasing remark.

“I may or may not have been avoiding you,” you admitted, biting at your nails. “I’m sorry.”

“Not a problem,” he said with a small chuckle. “Why were you avoiding me?”

You shrugged your shoulders as if he could see you.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “Reasons.”

He hummed and you shifted your weight before you leaned back to the wall of the diner.

“Thank you by the way,” you said. “For…that whole night. And I’m sorry for—for making a move on you, that’s very unlike me and I—”

“Are you free tonight?”

Your head shot up, your eyes widening at his question and you felt your breath catching in your throat before you swallowed.

“Me?” you felt the need to ask and he paused for a moment as if he didn’t know how to answer that.

“…Yes?”

“As in tonight tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh—sure!” you said, your voice going high pitched for a moment. “I’d love that!”

“Great, I can pick you up from the diner—”

“No!” you cut him off as you looked down at your uniform, frowning slightly. “I need to drop by my place first.”

“That’s fine,” he said. “I can pick you up from there then. Does 8 work for you?”

“Yeah!” you said breathlessly as you nodded your head so fast that you got dizzy for a second, blinking fast. “It totally works for me.”

“Great,” he said. “See you tonight then.”

“See you,” you said and hung up, then let out a squeal and pressed the phone to your chest, jumping up and down in your spot. You took a deep breath, then fixed your hair and made your way back into the diner to rush to the counter again.

“He asked me out!” you whispered to Nik, grabbing his arm. “Just now, he asked me out!”

Jamie let out a whine and buried his face into his palms while Nik grinned at you, patting Jamie on the back in a reassuring manner.

“See? Told you.”

“We’re meeting tonight! At 8!” you said and paused for a moment. “Oh my God what do I wear?”

“A Regency gown.”

“Jamie I love you but not now,” Nik told him before he turned to you. “We’ll videocall okay? You, me and Julie.”

“Okay.”

“And after you and Logan become a couple, we can have a double date.”

That was enough to make Jamie lift his head from his hands. “Absolutely fucking not.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll convince him,” Nik told you and you let out a giggle, your insides all warm with excitement.

“Nik,” you said. “I really really like him.”

Nik let out an “aw!” and reached out to squeeze your hand.

“That’s good!” he said. “I mean granted we will grill him about his intentions with you but it’s a great start.”

Jamie opened his mouth to disagree but Nik elbowed him, shooting him a glare. You suppressed your laugh as Jamie heaved a sigh, then turned to you.

“Just…” he said. “Be careful. Please?”

“Always am,” you promised him with a grin. “The pie is on me by the way. For emotional support.”

                                            *

It wasn’t that you hadn’t been on dates.

Nik was quite the matchmaker, so was Julie. In fact, for the last year, they had been acting like their sole purpose in life was to find you a boyfriend so if anything, you had been on too many dates.

Not that—

Not that you assumed this was a date.

Even if you were wearing matching lingerie underneath your dress.

You were basically buzzing with anticipation as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, fixing your hair before smoothing down your dress. Your wardrobe looked like it had exploded and for a moment the possibility of bringing Logan back to your apartment crossed your mind, making your heart skip a happy beat. You gathered up all your clothes into your arms to push them into the wardrobe, then put your hands on your hips, tilting your head to the side.

“Good enough,” you mumbled and walked to your vanity to check on your makeup, then went to the living room to approach the small fish tank. You grabbed the fish food next to it, then sprinkled it into the tank carefully before dragging your finger over the glass, following their movements.

Theo was going to be so happy when he saw them.

Your head whipped around when you heard the doorbell ring, your heart beating in your ears and to make it worse you knew very well that he could hear it but you refused to dwell on it, so you made your way to the door to open it.

Fuck, you were beginning to think you were never going to get used to just how hot he was.

“Hi!”

“Hi princess,” he said, his deep voice making your stomach do a happy flip as he looked you up and down. “You look beautiful.”

Oh dear God, you were not going to survive tonight.

“Thanks, so do you,” you said with a smile before you turned around to get your jacket and purse. “So um, where are we going?”

Where you were going turned out to be a cozy bar with soft music playing in the background. It was somehow so Logan, there was no chaos, no deafening noise or blinding lights.

Just pure comfort; the kind that made you almost lightheaded, warming your insides.

“So why exactly were you avoiding me?” Logan asked as the waiter put his whiskey and your cocktail on the table and you took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to focus on the question rather than how handsome he looked under the dim light of the bar as you crossed your arms on the table.

“I mean…” you trailed off, scrunching up your face for a moment. “I was embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“Uh I don’t know if you remember that night,” you tried to joke your way through discomfort. “But it wasn’t what one would call dignified.”

He shot you a lighthearted glare and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I turn into a very impulsive person when I’m drunk,” you admitted and his lips quirked into a smile.

“Yeah I don’t know that many people who buy fish when they’re drunk.”

“Oh you don’t know the half of it,” you said with a laugh. “I have a worse drunk story actually.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, on my senior year in high school, me and my friends got drunk and in our town there was this guy who was a dog breeder,” you said. “And we knew he was terrible to them, we wrote petitions and everything for the town council to do something but there was no use. So one night, we knew he was out of town so we broke into his house and stole all the dogs.”

He raised his brows, smiling slightly. “Seriously?”

“Yeah! And we kept all of them at my friend’s house and one by one we got them adopted. The guy knew we did it, but there was no chip or anything so he couldn’t do anything.”

“Wow,” he said, a chuckle vibrating in his chest. “So you turn into a vigilante when you’re drunk, got it.”

“I do,” you said, raising your cocktail in a mock of toast before taking a sip while he leaned back. “I love animals. I was actually studying to be a—” you paused for a moment. “Well, studying is a big word for it considering I dropped out without even completing my freshman year, but I was studying to be a vet before Theo.”

He tilted his head. “Really?”

“Mm hm.”

“Classmate?” he asked and you licked your lips, an icy spark replacing the happy warmth inside of you.

“Uh,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. “T.A actually.”

Logan pulled his brows together and you took a sip of your cocktail.

“Trust me, I know how fucked up it sounds now,” you said with a small laugh. “But back then I didn’t and it worked out very well for him.”

“That guy really sounds like he needs to get his ass beat.”

“Oh Jamie actually beat him up once,” you pointed out. “In what became known as The Legendary Bar Fight. We celebrate it once a year with drinks.”

“You could give me his address.”

“Absolutely not, and I don’t even know where he is to be honest,” you said. “Anyway, why are we talking about him? Also why am I the one doing all the talking yet again?”

“I like listening to you talk.”

You could feel your cheeks growing warmer and a smile curled your lips.

“Until I give you a headache.”

“Never gonna happen.”

 Your smile widened as you looked down at your cocktail, shifting your weight.

“Well, either way,” you mumbled. “It’s your turn now.”

“Oh, my turn?”

“I barely know anything about you,” you admitted. “Other than the fact that you have been saving me a lot since we met.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “What do you want to know?”

“Whatever you’re willing to tell me,” you said. “What did you want to be when you grew up?”

“Alive.”

Your brows pinched together as you took a deep breath.

“Limited options, got it,” you said. “Were your family also mutants?”

“My brother,” he said. “Victor. We don’t…talk anymore.”

Something in his tone was distant, so you decided not to push it.

“Do you like working for Professor X?” you asked, steering the conversation to safer waters and that seemed to pull him out of his thoughts as he nodded his head.

“Yeah,” he said. “Charles is the best man I’ve ever met. Don’t tell him I said that though.”

“Cross my heart,” you said with a giggle, proud of yourself for finding a better subject. “How did you meet him?”

“He found me back when I was a cage fighter.”

You blinked a couple of times. “Sorry, a cage fighter?”

“Yeah I was uh…” he paused for a moment. “Wandering.”

“How does one become a cage fighter?”

“Wrong crowd,” he joked, making you let out a laugh.

“I’d bet. And now you are part time teacher, part time…going on missions.”

“Mm hm.”

“And you have a costume,” you mused as he shook his head slightly. “Any chance I’ll get to see you in it?”

“If you ask nicely.”

A fire spread over your cheeks at the teasing tone in his voice and you scrunched up your nose at him.

“I’m always nice,” you pointed out nonchalantly. “Or has it escaped your attention?”

“Trust me, it hasn’t.”

His lips twitched when a smile warmed your face and that soft light started gleaming in his eyes.

“Okay,” you said, sitting up straight. “Another question.”

“Shoot.”

“You really didn’t get a handkerchief?”

He scoffed a laugh. “You remember that?”

“Unfortunately.”

“As I said, I had other priorities in mind.”

You narrowed your eyes a little. “I could see you in period clothing, now that I imagine it...”

“Please stop imagining me like that.”

“Like those long jackets, long boots—oh my God,” you gasped, making him raise his brows. “Logan!”

“I’m not gonna like what you’re about to say, am I?”

“A top hat!”

Logan nodded to himself. “Yep, called it.”

“No seriously,” you insisted. “On Halloween—”

“Absolutely not.”

You let out a small laugh.

“Nik throws these amazing Halloween parties and the theme was ‘write your own story’ a couple years back,” you said. “So I got this huge dress, like…17th century huge, with a corset and everything, and no one really thinks about it but it is quite hard to unlace a corset—" you tilted your head when you saw his smirk. ”Hey!”

Logan held up his hands, gesturing surrender.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Let me guess, you’re painfully familiar with how to unlace a corset?”

“Still not saying anything.”

You hummed, trying to adapt a serious expression.

“Anyway, Casanova,” you said. “So my story was, there’s this girl, who was betrothed to the love of his life, and then he gets lost at the sea and everyone is convinced that his ship sank, but the plot twist, he wasn’t dead so he comes back but he’s a vampire, and he turns her into a vampire as well –obviously with consent— and they live happily ever after.”

“Quite the love story.”

“Thank you,” you said happily. “So no handkerchief?”

“No handkerchief.”

You hummed, then heaved a sigh.

“Very well then,” you said and grabbed your purse to take out a pen, then pulled the napkin on the table to yourself to write your initials on it. You pulled back to look at it better, then held it out for him.

“There you go, Mr. I had other priorities.” you said with a grin. “A make do handkerchief.”  

The fond look on his face was enough to make your heart skip a happy beat as he stared at you, then took it from you and folded it before he pulled out his wallet, making your eyes widen.

“Oh I was just—you don’t have to actually keep it, it’s a silly joke,” you stammered and he shot you a glance of disbelief as if he was surprised that you thought he wouldn’t.

“I’ll keep it,” he said while placing it into his wallet in such a careful manner that one simple observer would think it was something incredibly precious for him rather than just a bar napkin. You blinked a couple of times, gawking at him.

“Really?”

“Really.”

You were painfully aware of the heart eyes you were giving him so you forced yourself to drag your gaze from him to your cocktail and took a huge sip, your heart still beating in your ears.

“Okay then,” you said, taking a deep breath. “I hope you’re ready for more questions, because I have like a million of them.”

                                            *

You had insisted walking after leaving the bar. It wasn’t that far away from your apartment, the weather was so nice, and you had hoped it would make him see you were completely sober, just in case it had escaped his attention how you had only drunk one cocktail in like two hours.

You had plans for tonight and it included him and your bed, God damn it.

“So you actually were a lumberjack?”

“I was cutting down trees and turning them into logs.”

“That’s what a lumberjack does,” you insisted as you walked beside him. “Julie has superpowers, I swear…”

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly. “And you had a real cabin in the woods?”

“Something like that.”

“Are they still hiring?” you asked him, making him let out a laugh. “Seriously, I want a cabin in the woods.”

“For your Hi-Horse?”

Your heart skipped a beat as you stared up at him. “You remember that?”

“Of course,” he said as if he wasn’t melting your heart with that simple fact and you licked your lips.

“Did you have a horse?”

“Nope.”

“You had a cabin in the woods and you didn’t have a horse and two dogs and a cat?” you asked, pretending to be scandalized. “That’s just being short sighted, Logan.”

“Not all of us want to have a zoo, sweetheart.”

“It’s not a zoo!” you said with a gasp, making him grin.

“A farm then.”

“It’s not a farm,” you argued. “Farms have sheep.”

“Oh you don’t want sheep?”

“Of course I do but that’s beside the point,” you said. “It’s not a farm—”

“What are the sheep’s names?”

“Shearlock and Wooly Wonka,” you muttered, coaxing a chuckle out of him.

“Very creative.”

“Thank you,” you said. “I think it’s against the law to not have animals if you have a cabin in the woods.”

“It’s not.”

“Well it should be,” you said without hesitation and he bit back a smile as you stopped in front of your house.

Anticipation was swirling in your stomach, filling you with excitement and making your heartbeat faster. You knew he could hear it but for the first time, you didn’t mind it.

Desire was too strong to let you feel anything else.

“Um, so before I say what I’m about to say,” you said after a beat, turning to look at him better as you leaned back on the wall of the building. “I would like to point out that I’m completely one hundred percent sober.”

He tilted his head to the left, a mischievous light playing in his hazel eyes.

“Like, in case it has escaped your notice I only had one drink and it was a cocktail and it was a pretty light cocktail so like, half juice really,” you said. “And I’m not even buzzed, and even if I were buzzed, we walked here so fresh air would’ve helped. Which, it has no reason to help because to repeat I’m not even buzzed. I will blow on anything—that sounded wrong,” you corrected yourself, pulling your brows together. “Um, a breathalyzer I mean, if I blew into a breathalyzer it would come out a zero because I’m so sober, and—and—I don’t know if you paid attention to it, but I walked all the way here in a straight line, which should be the proof and if you didn’t, I can walk in a straight line right now to—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence when he pulled you into a kiss.

You could swear the rest of the world stopped existing the moment his lips touched yours. His arm sneaked around your waist while he cradled the back of your head with his other hand, making your breath catch in your throat. Desire turned into fire in your veins, reaching your chest before it sent the warmth all over your body, making you dizzy. You gripped his shirt tighter in your fists, standing on your tiptoes, a soft whine escaping from your lips as soon as he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.

“Fuck…” he whispered and you blinked up at him, nearly drunk in the haze.

“No I—I wanted you to do it,” you tried to find the right words through the fog of desire and he licked his lips, looking down at you before he shook his head slightly.

“You shouldn’t,” he rasped out and you pulled your brows together.

“I shouldn’t want you to do it?” you asked him, still trying to catch your breath and he nodded.

“I’m not…” he trailed off against your lips. “I’m no good for you.”

Your frown deepened before you let out a breath, and slowly reached out to cup his cheek. His eyes closed for a moment as if your mere touch was anchoring him to the moment, pulling him out of his own mind before he opened his eyes again to look at you. A tentative smile curled your lips and you thought for a moment before clearing your throat.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” you said, your voice soft. “I’ll be the one to decide whether you’re good for me or not. Alright?”

His eyes searched yours before he let out a breath, then nodded his head.

“Alright,” he said, his voice a murmur before he dipped his head down to kiss you again. A squeal escaped from you as he picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist and walked into the building. You had no idea how he didn’t lose his balance or hit anywhere on his way but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he was kissing you like this, and you only noticed you had in fact reached your door when he pressed you against it.

“Inside, inside!” you giggled as you fished your keys out of your purse, and he held you with one arm, making your eyes widen while he took the keys from you and opened the door, then walked in and kicked the door shut behind him.

Oh God.

Oh God this was happening.

Now you understood what all those romance novels were talking about. You couldn’t pull yourself away from his kiss even if you wanted to, the fire had taken over your whole body until every single thought disappeared; the only thing that existed was him, and how good his lips made you feel. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you both fell on your bed, his weight taking your breath away for a moment before you unbuttoned his flannel and pushed it down his arms. He tossed it somewhere in the room and got rid of his white shirt underneath, making you let out a breath at his muscular body.

Jesus Christ.

Your fingertips grazed over his broad shoulders before slipping down to his hard chest and he helped you up to unzip your dress, his lips finding yours as if he couldn’t stand not kissing you even for a moment. He pulled back only to pull the dress off of you, but he froze as soon as his eyes fell on you.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” the whisper left his lips like a prayer and you felt your heart skip a beat despite the ever-consuming fire.

“Not really,” you teased him. “I just planned it.”

He raised a brow, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes and he slid down to the foot of the bed, then grabbed your ankle to pull you down, making you let out a small scream before you giggled, propping yourself up on your elbows to see him better.

“What are you doing?”

He gave you a wolfish grin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine as he knelt down at the foot of the bed, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your inner thighs.

“Well, princess,” he muttered, your heart leaping up to your throat when you realized what he was about to do. “You’re not the only one who planned things.”

8 - Scorching

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[6:31 pm]

You were giggling hard, arms moving to deflect every oncoming gentle jab and poke from Jeno. You didn't know how you had gotten here, caged beneath Jeno as he smiled while watching you squirm and laugh beneath him. A few minutes ago you had been making the bed together and you had accidentally tossed a pillow too hard to Jeno's side. The toss had turned into him throwing the pillow back, that had become a pillow fight, and at some point the pillows had been abandoned in favor of using his hands. The sheets had long been messed up and laid in a tangled heap beneath the both of you.

"Jeno! Stop! I can't breathe!" You managed to get out through your breathless laughter.

"You started this!" Jeno laughed, his fingers poked into your sides. His clenched his fists, lightly hitting you on your arms while you swatted each light hit of his fists away from you.

You wriggled away from his touch, laughing and breathing a sigh of relief once you were out of his reach. "No more!" You smile, beginning to stand from the bed.

Jeno reaches for you again, wanting more than anything to have you in his arms again, to laugh with you and make good memories. However, Jeno grabs your waist just as extend your legs, only to have your legs be tangled in the mess of fabric.

Your eyes widen with a surprised yelp escaping your throat as you begin falling. Unfortunately for you and Jeno, his hold on you isn't solid enough to keep you upright and the sheets around your ankles make you fall forward with more momentum than you'd thought.

You land on the floor with a loud thump and a hiss of pain. Jeno is off the bed and at your side in a second, looking you over for any injuries. Your eyes are wide, still in shock from your fall, "you pushed me!"

Jeno's eyes widen and his jaw drops, "baby, I would never! I was trying to pull you back to bed and you fell!"

"Then how did I fall forward if you were trying to pull me in the opposite direction?" You question with an arched brow, wincing as Jeno gently prods your ankle.

"Sorry, love, I promise, I was trying to pull you back. I wouldn't hurt you," Jeno pouts.

"You were trying to pull me back to fight. I know you. Now my ankle hurts."

"I wanted to cuddle, you said stop so I listened," Jeno replies, scooping you into his strong arms to place you on the bed once more, "I'm going to go get you some ice. Don't move"

Jeno leaves the room and returns in under two minutes. He presses a bag of ice to your ankle while placing one of the throw pillows beneath your foot. He sits beside you, hand lightly grasping yours, "I'm sorry you got hurt."

You wave him off, "I believe you wouldn't push me. I was being dramatic and I was just surprised that I fell."

"Well, I'm never doing it again. No more play fighting for us."

You shake your head, "no... that means I can fight you and win since you won't fight back."

Jeno only sighs with a roll of his eyes, fixing the ice on your ankle before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your roommate, toji, can’t pay rent - again. he promises to pay you back soon, but you’re tired of his behaviour.

tags. (perv) roommate!toji fushiguro x female reader. smut, pōrn with plot kinda. dirty talk. rough. p in v -> unprotected. crēampie. fīngering. praise. reader gets called ‘princess, girl’. degrādation. toji’s a womaniser and asshole, like i’m talking dusty, manipulative asshole. unestablished relationship.

“that shit again?” toji rolls his eyes as he lazily switches between the channels on the television. he knows exactly what you’re going to say next. your complaining has a certain pattern that he’s picked up on.

he smacks his lips after being done with his snack. your snack - the one you put your name on before putting in the fridge. the dark-haired man shrugs, “i told ya, girl. i ain’t got the money this month.”

your head feels like it’s going to explode with anger. you know toji has the money. you saw him count the bills on his bed just yesterday, when you passed by his room to go to yours. “yeaaaah - gambled it all away, right?”

the usual excuse he uses. you’re sick and tired of hearing that for the nth time. it’s the same story every month. toji’s a lazy bastard. he’s living off your salary at this point. unapologetically.

“yep,” toji yawns, not even attempting to sound convincing, “got that right.” he knows you’re not going to do anything about it, so he takes advantage of that fact. you’re all bark, no bite.

you always tell him that you’re going to kick him out if he doesn’t pay, though you never take the action you swear on doing. toji has you wrapped around his finger and he knows.

even now, he notices the way you try not to look down at his body. his black shirt is slightly lifted, showing his happy trail that stops at the waistband of his boxers. the fact that he’s sitting on the couch with his legs spread only makes the sight more appealing.

“well, pack your bags then,” you cross your arms after succeeding into averting your attention to the problem at hand. you point at the door with a nod of your head, “i want you to leave by tonight.”

toji struggles to hold back a chuckle. he’ll play along for your sake and act upset by the situation. the tall man sighs and throws his hands up in defeat, trying to gain some pity, “aw, c’mon. have some mercy on me, yeah?”

you’re the one rolling your eyes this time. you’re not going to be naive about this anymore. you’re not going to fall into his trap. you stomp your way over to his room and grab the bag he uses for the gym, aggressively filling it with a bunch of his clothes.

“you’re going out,” you hiss as you walk back to your living room. you throw the filled bag at toji’s chest without hesitation. you know that you’re no match to a grown man, but you’re too fired up to care, “out. i don’t need some useless bum like you in my house.”

toji’s grin drops. his jaw clenches as he gets his bag thrown at him. you seem more serious about this. normally, you’d just cuss him out and lock yourself up in your room. you’re slowly breaking out of the helpless cycle you were in.

“move it,” you huff. your patience is wearing thin. you stand close to toji, your legs nearly touching. you’re towering over him as he sits on the couch, which gives you all the needed confidence. though if he were to stand up it’d be the exact opposite.

toji frowns and starts to realise that his usual manipulation tactics won’t work. he’s trying to think of other ways to distract you of your current dissatisfaction. some more… direct ways.

“you don’t mean that,” his voice turns husky. a real deep tone he only uses when he needs something out of a woman. toji’s veiny hand moves to the side of your thigh, slowly crawling up your skin while he gauges your reaction.

he’s never attempted distracting you in a sexual manner. perhaps now is the perfect moment to try out if it works.

your breath hitches as you feel his touch on your bare thigh. such a warm touch. you’re not going to act like toji hasn’t been attractive to you all this time. his cocky attitude is annoying, yes, but the nonchalance is also a huge turn on.

you’re in a daze. your rational mind is screaming at you to kick that man to the curb—to let him suffer the consequences of his actions—but you’re weak. you’ve sworn never to get involved with him intimately. you wouldn’t want to sleep with an asshole like him.

“do not,” your voice is shaky, revealing the truth behind your contradicting words. you can’t resist him and you’re slowly realising it. you don’t want to end up as all the other women toji’s charmed with his words and actions. you promised yourself that you wouldn’t fall for him.

and yet here you are.

“i can repay you in a different way, y’know?” toji hums, his other hand landing on your left thigh. he rubs your plush flesh up and down in a slow manner. his eyes watch yours intently. you’re nervous and it’s painfully obvious to him. he suppresses a victorious grin, “y’ sure you don’t wanna, princess?”

you’re as weak as they come. toji’s toying with you and you’re allowing it. you’re no different than those women he fucks every other day when he needs something from them. be it money or just stress relief.

you tremble as you feel his fingers graze against the insides of your thighs.

“i take the silence as a yes, hm?” toji chuckles haughtily. he cups the back of your thighs, just below your ass, pushing your body closer to his. you’re standing between his legs and his head is close to your chest. he looks up at you, “use y’r words f’me, pretty thing.”

your brain stops working. you’re so easy. all toji has to do is call you by those alluring names and you’re all his. his callused fingers stop at the hem of your shorts. they continue to sensually rub the material, inching closer to your clothed cunt.

“say you want it,” toji whispers, his raspy voice making your knees weak. you want it, but you’re stubborn enough to deny your desires. you’re throbbing, aching and wet for him. your eyes catch a glimpse of the bulge in his grey sweatpants.

“no, i won’t,” you try to keep your dignity, however you’re slowly losing it. it’s inevitable. you’re putty in his hands. you let out a high pitched whine when toji ‘accidentally’ slides his fingertips back and forth over your clothed pussy, “mgh—okay, okay. fuck—i want you. need you.”

you blurt the words out before you can stop them from leaving your mouth. you silently curse at yourself. your bodily desires have fully taken over. you hold onto toji’s broad shoulders, your grip on them so tight that it sends a shiver down his spine.

he knew that you’d give in sooner or later. the dark-haired man watches as you lower your head, placing it in the crook of his neck to hide yourself from him. he coos condescendingly—

“mhm. tha’s more like it,” toji wastes no time to pull your shorts down to your ankles. he licks his lips, breathing heavily against your bare shoulder. he can’t wait to take this further. he groans the moment your wetness makes contact with his hand, “shiiittt, she’s fuckin’ wet. bet you dreamt about this.”

your panties are discarded on the floor not a second later. you whine in embarrassment, though still spread your legs. you feel ashamed because of how quickly you gave in to his charms. you thought you’d be different, but alas.

your roommate is one hell of a womaniser.

“y’ think i don’t see those lewd looks you give me?”toji clicks his tongue. his green irises are shining brightly. he enjoys the feeling of your sloppy cunt against his bare hand. his thick fingers rub between your folds, teasing your entrance, “nasty little girl. got me wanting to fuck you silly every single time.”

the desire has been mutual all this time. you’ve been driving toji crazy since day one. the way you think you’re being subtle when checking him out never fails to make him hard. or when you walk around the apartment in those skimpy clothes—those shorts that define your ass so well.

he’s sure that you are doing it all on purpose. not wearing a bra, staring at him for too long when he comes out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist, sneaking glances at the outline of his fat cock. you’re not as clever as you think you are.

toji finally has you in his grasp and he’s not letting go. he’ll pound you to the mattress, until you’re satisfied and overstimulated.

he’ll get revenge for all those times you’ve (un)intentionally left him hard. all those times you left him sexually frustrated. all those times he had to resort to other things to relieve himself. all those times he had to waste his cum on his hands or on other women.

all those times he couldn’t fuck you—his pretty little roommate.

“you’re a pervert,” you whimper as you feel toji slip two fingers inside you without warning. his eyes nearly roll back from how tight you’re gripping his digits. it’s going to be so worth it once he’s got your pussy wrapped around his cock.

“yeah, but tha’s how you like ‘em,” toji laughs, not taking any offence to the accusation. he is a pervert when it comes to you and you secretly love it. the squelchy sounds echoing through the living space are all the evidence he needs, “no need to deny it. y’r cunt is doing all the talking for ya.”

you weakly punch his chest at his dirty words. he’s riling you up in both the best and worst ways possible. you moan and your hips shake from pleasure, feeling him curl his fingers up inside you. you hiccup and try to silence him, “shut up!”

toji loves seeing you deny your own feelings. it gives him so much power over you. he knows you’ll come back crawling to him when he’s done here.

after all, you’re stuck with him. literally. he’s not leaving this apartment any time soon. not when he’s got a cute roommate like you awaiting him whenever he comes back home.

soon enough, you end up in his bed. it smells like him. you’ve only imagined being in this situation. with him on top of you, between your legs, filling you to the brim with his cock. it’s huge—bigger than you thought it’d be. no wonder those other girls come back for more.

you can’t talk anymore. the only noises leaving your lips are moans—signs of the pleasurable sensations rushing through your body. your vision is blurry and all you can think of is this moment that you’ve waited for. to be dicked down by your roommate.

perhaps you’re the pervert here.

“bratty attitude nowhere to be found, heh,” toji snickers while his hips ram against yours. flop flop flop — it’s embarrassing how much noise your wet cunt is making. you’re dripping on his sheets while he’s splitting you open. he’s doing it so, so well. he grabs both your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head, giving you no chance to touch him.

toji pants as his thrusts increase in speed. he can’t keep his eyes away from you. you’re beautiful underneath him like this, on his bed, your body a piece of art he wishes to admire every single night. he smirks, “all you needed was some dick to shut that mouth of y’rs up, huh?”

you’re humiliated by how cheap you made yourself seem. you don’t respond to the man’s words and just wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in. toji grunts and slaps your thighs with his free hand, surprised by your actions, “fuck—didn’t know my roommate was such a slut in bed.”

your mouth hangs open. you’re sure you’re drooling by now. toji’s voice nearly becomes inaudible with how focused you are on the feeling of his cock. it’s hitting that right spot over and over again, the curve of his pink tip almost kissing your cervix.

“fffnghh, right there!” you moan loudly. you don’t care if the neighbours file noise complaints against you. they should’ve done so before, when toji had other women over. you remember how many times you had to put your earplugs in because your bastard of a roommate couldn’t keep it down.

the same bastard that’s fucking you so good right now. you can’t recall the amount of orgasms you’ve had already. toji didn’t even cum once and that’s only embarrassing you more. your inability to control yourself is pathetic. maybe not to toji though; he enjoys how easily he can make you spasm and squirt underneath him.

“i got’cha,” toji’s voice turns sweet for a split second once he sees how desperate you are for another mind blowing climax. if he knew you’d be this needy for him, he’d have taken you to bed long time ago.

“need you to say smthing f’me, ‘kay?” toji whispers and bites your earlobe, nibbling on it. his husky voice in your ear is like heaven. it makes you want to listen to whatever he has to say. you can hear the smirk in his voice when he increases his pace, “say that i don’t need to pay y’ back no more.”

you nearly choke on your own spit. toji is an asshole—manipulating your moment of weakness and vulnerability for his own benefit—and yet you allow him. you try to fight the urge to give in, but it’s too late.

“y-you don’t have to pay me back anymore,” you repeat with a whine and shake your head. it’s impossible to think rationally when you’ve got a fat dick all the way in your cunt, hitting all the right spots. your eyes roll back as you babble inaudible stuff in between moans, “promise, you don’t have to—mghhh!”

toji hisses at the feeling of you tightening up around him. you’re insatiable, wanting to continue until you’re able to milk every drop of cum out of his heavy balls. he’s never had a girl be so desperate for him. so dumb and easy.

“atta girl,” your roommate hums and moves his hands to lift your thighs. his inhuman pace only seems to increase with the change of positions. toji stares down at you from behind his black bangs, “no more whinin’ about money ‘n stuff, yeah?”

his gaze is a mix of pure lust and intimidation. you nod your head along to all he says, too cockdrunk to resist anything. you’re living the dream and you’re unwilling to ruin it, “y-yes, not gonna do it again.”

toji groans at the sound of your whiny voice. he’s going to make you addicted to him—that’s his ultimate goal. his hips slam against yours repeatedly, a slick trail of your fluids sticking to his pelvis, “shit, pussy’s sucking me in, princess.”

you can’t get enough of him and vice versa. the dark-haired man fails to keep his composure for a second, pushing his body weight on yours, caging you right against the mattress. he can’t stop his cock from throbbing each time it dives into your insides.

“gonna cum real deep in you,” toji grumbles. he’ll give you every drop, all the way into your womb. he’ll make you his woman for tonight and the many nights yet to come. if it’s left up to him, he’ll gladly fuck you like this every day, “be greedy ‘n take it all.”

you gasp and feel toji thrusting harder into your aching cunt. you didn’t think he’d be able to go faster. you mewl and scream about how good he feels, which only feeds toji’s big ego. he grips your thighs tightly, nails digging into the flesh.

“fuck!” white dots appear in your vision as you reach your peak once again. you feel like your heart stops beating for a second. you involuntarily start convulsing, legs shaking and hips bucking up to meet toji’s.

he hisses and closes his eyes, shooting his creamy load all the way inside of you. ropes of warm cum spurt out of his tip, filling your pussy like both of you have always imagined. he sighs and thrusts a couple more times, making sure no drop escapes your messy folds, “mhmmm, there we go, girl.”

you’re still dazed. you’re slack-jawed, your spit dripping down your chin. you’re more sleepy than ever. no one has made you feel this good in a while. toji watches you struggle to stay conscious and huffs proudly.

he rolls off you and lays down on his back, stretching his arms. he yawns—not bothering with aftercare at the moment. he’ll let you cool off first before he gets you a towel to clean up. toji tilts his head to the side and grins, “debt repaid.”

he’s said it so casually. you don’t notice what he’s implying until you’ve calmed down. your rationality comes back to you after a couple seconds, and when it does, your heart sinks to your stomach. your eyes widen as you recall what you’ve basically promised him.

you promised not to ask for the money he owes you ever again. oh, stupid you.

“wait—”

unfortunately for you, toji’s already snoring. his eyes are closed as he lays there like he hasn’t just rearranged your guts and manipulated you to say stuff you can’t take back. you scoff and rub your eyes, kicking your legs in frustration at your own naivety.

what a bastard.

[softscripta]

LOVE ISLAND MADNESS

episode 5: RAUNCHY BUSINESS

episode 4 here! (not proofread sorryyy)

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The villa woke to the smell of something good.

Not drama. Not Zara’s perfume. But…Cinnamon?

You turned over to find Choso in the kitchen, shirtless, carefully plating two slices of French toast with a side of fruit. His brows were furrowed in deep focus, his hair tied up half-done, and a single chain hung low around his neck.

“Mornin,” he murmured when he caught you watching, voice husky and low.

“Morning,” you replied, stepping closer.

He nudged a plate toward you. “I hope you like strawberries.”

You did. You liked them a lot more now.

Leaning against the counter, still in your oversized sleep shirt. “You keep feeding me like this, and I’m gonna start thinking you like me.”

He blinked, then looked away slightly, ears tinted the faintest red. “Maybe I do.”

You didn’t reply. Just smiled to yourself and took a bite.

Someone get [❀] a bib, ‘cause Choso’s serving more than just breakfast.

Elsewhere in the villa, Zara was straddling Gojo’s lap on the sun lounger like the ink hadn’t even dried on the recoupling board yet. Gojo’s hands lazily rested on her thighs as he whispered something that made her giggle.

You caught the scene from across the patio. Choso glanced in the same direction, then looked at you instead.

“You alright?” he asked.

“Of course.” You smiled, brushing a crumb off your lip.

But you were watching. You clocked how Gojo kept glancing at you. Like Zara wasn’t sitting on him. Like he didn’t just say all that firepit fluff.

Just when the tension was building…the producers said, “Let’s get raunchy.”

A text went off.

📱 GIRLS: It’s time to get messy. Head to the front lawn for today’s challenge: RAUNCHY RACES. The boys are your competition. Game on. #KissAndTell #AwkwardPairings #FirepitOrFrenzy

RAUNCHY RACES

Let the chaos begin.

Two rows of podiums were set up: boys on one side, girls on the other. Obstacle courses. Lube. Props. Costume trunks. Tongue-twister cards and body paint. A chaos cocktail.

The rules? Simple.

Perform the task. Beat the opposing team. Avoid catching feelings.

(Just kidding. You’re on Love Island—everyone’s catching feelings.)

ROUND ONE: “Kiss the Islander Who’s Most Your Type”

Screams. Whistles. Immediately, boys and girls started sprinting in opposite directions.

You didn’t hesitate—you walked with intention.

Choso’s eyes widened when you stopped in front of him.

“Me?” he asked quietly, blinking.

You tilted your head, smiling. “You gonna complain?”

He shook his head just once, before you leaned in and kissed him.

It started soft, slow—more than just a peck. His hands ghosted your waist for a second, then gripped just slightly. You kissed him like the world had gone quiet around you. When you pulled back, Choso looked dazed.

“…Damn,” Sasha whispered from the sidelines.

“Girls get the point!” the host called out

ROUND TWO: “Lap Dance for the Opposing Team”

Before anyone could breathe, you strutted across the garden—straight to Toji.

He arched a brow, arms spread like a king. “Didn’t expect you to be this bold.”

“You haven’t seen bold yet.”

You pushed him back into a sun lounger and climbed into his lap like it was built for you. The beat from the speakers thumped as you moved your hips, slowly rolling into a grind, hand resting on his chest to keep your balance. Toji leaned back, grinning like a menace.

Gojo’s jaw flexed. Sasha let out an “ooh?” and even Choso looked like he didn’t know where to look.

When the horn blew again, you stood like nothing happened and dusted off your thighs.

“Point to the girls!”

ROUND THREE: “Pass the Ice Cube”

You ended up in a line between Geto and Choso.

When it got to you, Choso bent close, eyes flicking to your lips. The ice clinked between your mouths, but his breath was warm, and for a second, you forgot it was a challenge.

Geto dropped the cube trying not to look directly at you two.

“Whoops,” you said, stepping aside with a grin.

ROUND FOUR: Lick whipped cream off the Islander who makes your heart race.

Gojo moved fast. Too fast.

You were mid-turn when he was suddenly in front of you, a grin plastered on his face, holding the whipped cream canister.

“Don’t fight it,” he said, spraying some on his neck. “You know you’ve missed me.”

Before you could retort, he leaned in, lips near your ear. “Make it count.”

You did lick it off—but you didn’t break eye contact. Let him think it meant something.

The girls screamed. Zara raised a brow but said nothing.

ROUND FIVE:“Bite the clothes off the Islander you’re most curious about.”

Toji bit the hem of your top, but you swatted him away. “Pick someone else, grandpa.”

He leaned back with a dramatic scoff. “Watch your mouth before I show you why cougars love me.”

The villa hollered.

You strutted past him with a smirk, zero apologies.

Choso’s face turned red when you stopped in front of him again. “You mind?”

He blinked. “N-No.”

You dropped to your knees with exaggerated slowness, your fingers grazing his thighs as you leaned in. The tie on his swim trunks was snug—but your teeth caught it with ease. You tugged, just enough to loosen the knot, dragging your lips along the waistband like a tease.

Choso’s entire body tensed, jaw tight, eyes locked on you like you were the only person on Earth.

Choso just… sat there stunned, ears red

After the challenge, everyone collapsed around the firepit, breathless and flushed.

The girls won.

Toji raised a bottle of sparkling water like a trophy. “Rematch tomorrow,” he said.

Laughter bubbled, but your attention drifted—Gojo was watching you again.

You didn’t give him the satisfaction. You turned back to Choso, brushing your fingers against his wrist where it rested between you. He looked down at your hand, then back up at you, quiet but sure.

“You’re really good at games,” he murmured.

You leaned in. “That a compliment?”

“Yeah. But I don’t think you’re playing with me.”

You didn’t answer—just gave him a look. Something soft. Something honest.

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The villa had that hush about it — the kind that only settles once all the mess and games are over. Pillows tossed, and heels kicked off.

But you? You were curled up on the daybed outside, the warm glow from the overhead fairy lights dusting your skin like honey. Your legs were tucked under you, arms around your knees, sipping on a glass of something fruity and strong when you heard the softest shuffle of steps.

You didn’t even have to turn. You already knew.

Choso.

He always moved like that careful, quiet, like he was trying not to take up too much space even when he had every right to.

“Thought you might still be out here,” he murmured.

His voice was low, almost shy, and when you glanced over your shoulder, he was standing there with a bowl in his hands and that same little almost-smile that made your chest tighten.

“What’s that?”

He walked closer, still not sitting until you scooted to make room. “Fruit. You didn’t eat much after the challenge. Thought I’d bring you something.”

You blinked, and your heart might’ve flipped. “You brought me fruit?”

He shrugged, eyes on the bowl like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the villa. “Couldn’t sleep anyway.”

You smiled — slow and soft — and leaned just a little into him. “You’re sweet.”

His ears tinged pink at that, but he held out the bowl and looked at you from beneath his lashes. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“I like sweet,” you murmured, plucking a piece and brushing your fingers against his as you did. “Especially when it comes in a six-foot-tall, emotionally constipated package.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

“You did good today, by the way,” you added. “In the challenge.”

Choso’s thumb brushed his lower lip — a nervous tell. “Didn’t think I’d be the one getting my shorts bitten today…”

He looked away, ears tinted red. “…but I wasn’t mad at it.”

And there it was — that shy half-smile again, just barely curled at the corner of his mouth.

The two of you sat there, just like that — close, quiet, with the bowl of fruit between your legs and the ocean breeze drifting in off the pool. He was so warm beside you, and even though he wasn’t touching you much, you could feel him.

But then, slowly, his hand slid behind you — resting against the back of the daybed cushion — and your shoulders brushed.

“You looked good today,” he said after a long pause.

Your gaze slid sideways. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His eyes flicked to your lips, then away just as fast. “Hard not to look at you.”

You let the silence stretch for a moment, then leaned into his side a little more — head brushing his shoulder.

“You can touch me, y’know,” you said softly, teasing. “We’re coupled up now. Comes with the territory.”

He swallowed, quiet, then finally let his fingers drift to your thigh — gentle, warm, like he was still unsure you’d let him stay there.

You didn’t stop him.

Didn’t move away.

Just sat there under the stars, with your body leaning into his and his hand resting on your leg, the fruit long forgotten in your lap.

And even though it wasn’t a kiss, wasn’t a full-on confession, it felt like something.

You let out a breath, soft and a little shaky, blinking slowly as the firepit flickered behind Choso’s silhouette. The air between you both had shifted—warmer now, heavier with things unspoken.

You glanced down, fingers brushing the hem of your dress. “We should probably go inside,” you murmured, voice gentle. “It’s getting late.”

Choso didn’t move right away. Just studied you for a second longer, like he wanted to remember this exact version of you—eyes soft, expression unreadable, still close enough to touch.

Then he nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

You stood first, smoothing your dress as he followed you back toward the villa, his hand brushing against yours once, twice—until on the third time, you laced your fingers with his.

The villa was quiet when you entered, just faint laughter from another room and the hush of ocean wind through the open windows. You padded into the shared bedroom with Choso behind you, and finally released his hand.

“Give me two seconds,” you said, flashing him a sleepy smile before grabbing your clothes and stepping into the bathroom.

He waited. Sat at the edge of the bed, absently tugging the rings on his fingers while you rinsed your face and peeled off your dress. You swapped it for something softer—an oversized t-shirt and cotton shorts.

“You good?” you asked gently.

Choso looked up. His eyes scanned you for a moment, lingering where your thighs peeked from beneath the hem of your shirt—but not in a way that felt heavy. It was quiet awe. Like he didn’t expect softness to look this good on you.

“You look…” He cleared his throat. “Comfy.”

You laughed. “You thought I was gonna sleep in that little dress?”

“I dunno,” he said, lips twitching. “Kinda figured you were bold like that.”

“I’m bold,” you teased. “Not uncomfortable.”

He smiled then—just a small one—and you crossed the room back to him, bonnet in hand. “Hey… you offered before. Wanna help?”

He blinked. “With that?”

“You said next time you’d help me put it on.”

His ears tinted pink. “Right. Yeah.”

You passed it over and turned around, settling between his knees on the edge of the bed. His fingers found your braids again, slow and careful. He smoothed your hair down and tugged the bonnet on with the gentlest touch.

“Too tight?” he asked near your ear.

You shook your head. “No. Feels nice.”

There was a pause. The warmth from his body pressed against your back, his hands hesitating like he didn’t want to move away.

“You always let people get this close?” he murmured.

You turned slightly. “Only the ones who actually mean it.”

And there it was again—that stillness in him, thick with something unspoken. He reached for the covers, voice barely above a whisper.

“Come lay down. I’ll be good.”

You crawled under the sheets first, and he joined you, settling behind you with an arm gently curled around your waist. His hand rested against your stomach, fingers twitching like he wanted to pull you closer but didn’t want to push.

Your fingers found his forearm under the blanket. You let them stay there, slow and soft.

And in that quiet, the air between you felt different.

Something real.

Something yours.

Choso’s not loud. But he’s consistent. And the quiet ones? They always leave the loudest marks. And just like that, another day in the villa closes with a bang—literally and emotionally. Who’s falling, who’s faking, and who’s catching feelings faster than Choso’s soft stares?

Stay tuned..

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next episode will probably be a filler episode i REALLY need to get in depths with the other couples💔 (lowkey forgot about them)

[alchemistc]

Technically a continuation of the make them communicate series I keep getting more inspo for.

two-way contract

"I need some advice," he says, the moment they're settled, and Tommy stares forlornly at the slab of salmon that is definitely not going to be the right temperature in however many minutes. It takes him a moment to register what he's being asked, and it takes a concerted effort to keep his cool once he draws a conclusion.

Evan has a roster, Tommy knows. A specific set of people he reaches out to for specific areas of expertise, and Tommy, for all that they've been working on things, has never been a part of that.

He thinks of hearing that Evan admired him, once upon a time, and wonders if the Tommy hearing that had ever considered he might one day shift into the roster. It's not a promotion he's entirely prepared for. He hasn't trained for this.

"Okay," Tommy says.

"So there's... this guy," Evan says, and the irritation hits Tommy's spine before he can stop it. Not a call-up, after all.

He's trying to work through this stupid urge to be Everything All The Time for Evan, but it's work. It's still work.

"Is this guy ...handsome?" Strike two for the both of them. Straight to the flirt. Or, if Evan's feeling snippy, a direct line to the jealousy and accusations.

Evans brow furrows in confusion. "Tommy, what does his attractiveness have to do with -?" He veers. "I have to start again or I'm gonna lose my train of thought."

Strike three before Tommy's even learned This Guys name.

"There's a guy, from 137," Evan starts again. "You can eat, this is gonna take a minute."

Christ, add a 3-6-4 double-play by the opposition to the list.

The warmth hits his spine as Evan lays out the absolute stupidest turf war known to man, and the fellow firefighter who keeps flirting with him at scenes they both show up at.

"Like I'm free game, Tommy. Like every civil servant in the city isn't well aware I'm dating that crazy pilot from 217?"

"That's what they call me now?"

"So not the point, Tommy."

Evan drops Tommy's name like an endearment, like a sacrament, like an expletive. Tommy's never appreciated his name before he heard Evan Buckley use it like a prayer.

Crazy Pilot isn't the worst thing he's ever been called. He doesn't see anyone else out here attempting to get closer to Those Batshit Freaks At The 118. They might have a point.

"What... do you need my advice for?"

Evan rolls his eyes. "Tommy." A plea, this time. "I don't know how to let a dude down gently. Not on purpose, anyway."

("Oh, TK thought I was asking him out," on a random Tuesday morning while Tommy was doing his best work right around Evan's belly button.

"Can you please stop bringing up all the men you didn't know you wanted to fuck while there's a perfectly serviceable one right here?"

"You're more than serviceable, Tommy.")

He's been trying to stop seeing everything as a test, too, and that little nugget is rearing it's ugly head at the moment.

It takes him a long moment to realize Evan's framed this whole thing in a way that blazed right fucking past Tommy's jealousy issues.

"What did Maddie say?"

Evan's brow creases. "I haven't talked to her about it."

Oh.

Fuck.

He's gotta get past the giddy feeling bubbling up before he blows this. They can talk about that later.

"Is gentle the right move, here?" Evan blinks. "If you're sure he knows about me, maybe tossing the code of conduct with a highlighted sexual harassment section through his window one night is a better move."

"I know you're being facetious but the only reason I'm not doing that is because he'd find something flattering about me knowing where he lives."

The surge of protectiveness isn't new, but it feels like a new branch has grown off that tree. Not the point. Not the issue. But it's there all the same. "So he's been aggressive about it."

"He sent me flowers at work."

Better than home.

"C shift thought they were from you until I threw them in the trash."

Worse than home, actually.

Tommy doesn't have a solution. Tommy has the reminder of a man who'd clocked him in his late twenties before he'd figured himself out and scared Tommy into dating women for half a decade.

"I don't know if gentle is the right move," Evan says, and Tommy knows they aren't getting to dinner for a while. "I just know if the rumor mill gets hold of this they're gonna start calling you Crazy Cuck instead and then I'm gonna break my hand on their face."

Tommy snorts a sip of wine through his nose when he fails to hold back a laugh

[theoriginalkaminari]

♧he went...that way...♧

Katsuki Bakugou x CheshireCat!reader

♤Reader can be any gender, reader has like cat ears and tail and stuff cuz...cheshire cat quirk ig, uhhhh this can be in like season 3, and him and reader are kinda in a situationship, and also I wrote this at 3am and was very sleepy, please don't judge about how shit it is💀🗿

◇Enjoy at your own risk

"Dammit.." Katsuki mutters as he walks through the forest outside of the U.A dorms. He grumbles to himself, looking behind trees and around bushes.

Katsuki got into a fight with Izuku, again, and Izuku ran off to get some distance from him, which made Katsuki chase him. So that leads Katsuki here, investigating the forest to find the green-haired boy.

"You can't hide forever, Deku!" Katsuki yells, cupping his hands around his mouth in hopes it would make his voice carry throughout the forest.

Katsuki's search is interrupted by a certain someone's mischievous giggle. Katsuki grumbles to himself, rubbing the bridge between his nose in annoyance.

"You'll never find him where you're going." You trease, lounging back on a long and thick tree branch as you stare down at him with a predatory gaze. You giggle again, rolling onto your stomach, tilting your head side to side. "You look so small from up here, so fragile!"

Katsuki glares up at you as you taunt him, watching as your tail flicks back and forth and side to side. You've always been a nuisance to him, always messing with him and making his life harder for a cheap laugh.

But he loves you anyway. You're lucky your cute.

His best bet was to just try and ignore you, so he tried to do that. Katsuki looks back at the path infront of him, continueing to stomp off, but he stopped when he heard footsteps behind him. He turns, only to see you mimicking his walk.

"SCRAM!" Katsuki growls at you, making you disappear with a laugh. Katsuki smirks, proud of himself for scaring you off. Just as he's about to move again, he sees footprints walking behind him, almost making him think Tooru was there, but he knew it was you messing with him again.

Katsuki lets out a surprised yelp when you lift him up by his waist, carrying him around like a suitcase. "Oi! Put me down, you mangy cat!" He exclaims, kicking his legs and gently punching your thigh. Katsuki squrims in your arms, trying to escape before you see the blush on his face.

"Alright~" You grin, holding him up above your head with ease, then drops him onto the ground. Katsuki falls down with a soft 'oof', then quickly stands up and dusts himself off. "How the hell do you do that?! I'm taller than you!" He says, glaring at you as you circle around him.

You move behind him and squish his waist, making him blush even more. "Why, its not my fault you have such a grabable waist." You retort, giving him a playful bite on his nape. "Why not stay a while? The rabbit is long gone, you won't catch him now." You tease, placing your chin on his shoulder and whispering in his ear.

Katsuki grumbles and clenches his fists, not wanting to give into you, but also really wanting for you to squeeze his waist again. "Whatever. Just tell me where Deku went already." Katsuki huffs, crossing his arms against his chest.

You grin, stepping infront of him and plastering on an innocent smile. "Why, of course!" You say sweetly, tilting your head to the side. You then point your arms in opposite directions, and can't help but grin mischievously. "He went," You begin as your eyes flick between left and right, not choosing a single direction. "That way."

Katsuki groans, covering his face with his hands. "You're such an ass! Fine! I'll find Deku myself!" He grumbles out, moving past you, storming off.

You grin, leaning back against nothing, yet keeping your balance perfectly as you stare at Katsuki's retreating figure. "Well, good luck. He went right, not left." You mutter to yourself, giggling mischievously. You grin again, ready to follow him again and continue to annoy the ash blonde.

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♡ head over cleats ──

જ⁀➴ a isagi yoichi story. 1.3k words !

synopsis: in which isagi yoichi thinks dodging his crush will help, but ends up proving he's all heart and no strategy when you finally confronted him.

a/n: last upload before i dip! btw this piece was written for a ticket from the ask roulette carnival! visit their original ticket here

isagi yoichi was losing his mind.

he’d been losing it for weeks, actually, ever since he realized that he didn’t just “enjoy hanging out with you” or “think you were cool.” no. he liked you. full-on, head-over-cleats liked you. the kind of like where his face got hot when you laughed at your own jokes and he started saving the wrappers from the snacks you gave him like some kind of deranged squirrel.

and instead of handling this like a functioning human, he just…stopped interacting.

not intentionally. at first. it started with little things: slower replies, awkward glances, moments where it felt like he was buffering mid-conversation.

you weren’t mad at first. just mildly confused.

no, seriously. you were chill.

you figured maybe isagi was tired. or busy. or stuck doing mental football math again, running twenty-nine hypothetical passing simulations in his head while humming that cough drop jingle he liked. normal isagi things.

totally fine. you could deal with that.

but then he started dodging you.

not metaphorically. no, you mean physically maneuvering around you like you were some kind of high-risk obstacle in a stealth mission. like he was a spy and you were a laser grid.

and it wasn’t even subtle.

first incident?

you walked into the hallway, same time as always, gave him a little wave like normal.

he looked up, made eye contact for exactly half a second, then immediately pivoted like he’d just remembered a dentist appointment in the opposite direction.

problem was: there was a janitor’s cart behind him. he tripped over a mop bucket, caught himself on the wall, then pretended to inspect a “wet floor” sign like it was part of some top-secret investigation.

you jogged over, worried. “are you good?”

he nodded, too fast. “yeah! yeah. just, uh... safety audit.”

you blinked. “you’re doing what now?”

“slip hazard monitoring,” he said, fully serious, holding up the sign like a badge.

then he casually speed-walked away—still limping slightly—and turned the corner like he was escaping a crime scene.

you stood there, staring after him, and muttered, “what the hell is wrong with that boy.”

second incident?

you walked into the classroom, ready to sit down. he looked up, saw you entering, went completely pale, and yanked his phone out like it was a lifeline. then, loud as hell, he said:

“hello, mom? what’s that? the house is—on fire? oh no—i’ll be right there—goodbye!”

you glanced at the desk he left behind, screen still lit from earlier. not a call log. not even his contacts.

just… the calculator app.

you stared. what was he gonna do, divide the fire?

by that point, you were convinced he was either broken or running a very elaborate prank show.

but no. then came the trash bin incident.

you were on your way to gym class. you saw him coming down the hallway. made eye contact. smiled. started to wave—

and this boy, this football genius, the “visionary striker”, the "spatial awareness prince", the "future of Japanese football" threw himself into a large rolling trash bin. with no hesitation.

you heard a loud thunk. then a muffled “ow.” then the lid wobbled back down, leaving only the tip of his hoodie string hanging out like a little white flag of surrender.

you stood there, completely still for a beat, then blinked.

“…i didn’t know dumpster diving was trending this week,” you said flatly, walking over.

no answer.

you popped the lid open. he flinched like a raccoon caught stealing snacks.

you pinched his ear. hard.

was this what insanity felt like? were you on some hidden camera show? had he suffered a recent head injury?

but that was it.

that was the final straw.

so now here you were. behind the gym. face-to-face. him standing there looking like a deer caught plotting tax fraud.

“i’m gonna say this once,” you said, voice dangerously calm, “and you better not run.”

“i’m not gonna—”

“are you avoiding me?”

he opened his mouth and your eye twitched so hard he closed it again like a threat had been made.

“you’ve been acting like i kicked your grandma. you won’t text me back, you flinch every time i come near you, and the other day i saw you hide behind a potted plant. a fake one.”

he inhaled like he was about to give the world’s stupidest speech.

“i like you.”

you blinked. “what.”

“i like you,” he repeated, voice all in one breath, like if he said it fast enough he wouldn’t die from it. “that’s why i’ve been weird. i kept thinking maybe i was being too obvious or making things awkward and then i started avoiding you because i thought it’d help but it just made everything worse and now i think about you all the time and every time you smile it’s like my entire football career flashes before my eyes and i panic and make it weird and i—”

you held up a hand.

“so let me get this straight.”

he nodded, terrified.

“you like me, so you ghosted me.”

“…yes.”

you stared at him.

then you said, loudly and with full-body exasperation, “you absolute idiot.”

he flinched like you’d thrown a shoe at him. “yeah. i know. that’s fair.”

“you could’ve just told me you liked me!”

“i panicked! i thought if i said it out loud i’d explode or something!”

you squinted at him. “yoichi. i’m a person. not a pressure bomb.”

“you feel like one when you smile at me like that!”

you threw your hands in the air. “okay, you’re lucky you’re cute, because your brain clearly short-circuited.”

“it did,” he said solemnly. “it’s been out of service since the wet floor incident.”

he opened his mouth to apologize again, but you were already marching up to him, grabbing his stupid hoodie strings and yanking him down until your noses nearly bumped.

“guess i gotta kiss the dumb out of you.”

“wait, wha—”

you kissed him. a quick, slightly annoyed kiss that somehow still made your stomach flip.

when you pulled away, his face was blank. completely wiped.

“yoichi?” you asked.

he blinked. “…sorry, i forgot how legs work for a second.” he scratched the back of his neck, still flushed. “so uh… now that you kissed me… do we… like… date now?”

you shrugged. “i dunno. you gonna dodge me in the hallway tomorrow?”

he shook his head, smiling for real this time. “not a chance.”

you slipped your hand into his and gave it a small squeeze.

“cool. then yeah. we date now.”

everything was calm. sweet. finally—

“let’s gooooooo!!”

you both jolted.

out from behind the equipment shed, bachira popped up like a cursed jack-in-the-box, throwing his arms in the air like he’d just watched a championship win.

“you guys are official now?? i win the bet!!” he yelled.

reo appeared a second later, rubbing his temples. “i swear to god, i told you not to yell—”

“you were recording?” you gasped.

“of course i was,” bachira grinned, holding up his phone. “historic footage. the hoodie string grab? cinematic. the kiss? slightly blurry, but passionate.”

isagi turned to you slowly, eyes wide. “were they there the whole time?”

reo shrugged. “since the water fountain incident, actually.”

isagi made a choked noise. “...i'm going to throw myself into a lake.”

“too late,” bachira said cheerfully. “you’re the group chat’s new banner photo.”

you sighed, squeezing isagi’s hand again. “guess we’re soft launched now.”

isagi groaned. “can i soft uninstall myself instead?”

behind you, bachira was already snickering, thumbs flying across his screen. seconds later, both your phones buzzed.

📸 bachira meguru — [blue lock boys groupchat]

breaking news: local dumbass striker stops speedrunning emotional avoidance and gets a girlfriend. we’re proud of him. he’s doing his best.

reo replied:

watched the whole trainwreck unfold in real-time. 10/10 romance. 2/10 execution.

kunigami reacted with a single 😐 and then replied:

congrats or whatever. but seriously, why were you hiding in the trash bin earlier?

isagi groaned again and buried his face in your shoulder. “i’m never showing my face in training again.”

you laughed, brushing your fingers through his hair. “too bad. you’re someone’s boyfriend now. public property.”

and for the first time in weeks, he wasn’t spiraling or analyzing or running away. he was just… there. with you. no simulations. no fear. no tactics.

just a boy with a dumb crush and the person who liked him back.

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