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Oof- it's only 7:30 AM and the ask box is overflowing! I might need to need to ask everyone to refrain from sending scenario asks for a bit so we can try and catch up...
Also, I might need to make some rules for future asks- please bare with us (â ÂŽâ °̄̄̄̄̄̄̄̄â Ïâ °̄̄̄̄̄̄̄̄â ïœâ ) đ°
#mod bunni#they all came in like a tidal wave!#while i dont mind them usually some of them are a little too specific and the answers are sure to disappoint.#and some... well im not sure its right for me to answer some of these.#i have no problem talking about SA as a CSA survivor myself but i think theres a line that needs to be drawn on certain things#ill elaborate later when i make the rules list OTL i dont want anyone to feel bad though im not judging you!#i just need to set some boundaries I think
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cw: john price x f!reader - older man/younger woman; 18+
john makes you feel beautiful. he dotes on you like you are his doll, splurging everything heâs got until youâre all spoiled.
âmâgonna be yâr rotten girl,â you told to him once, giggling, and john had just hummed as he gathered you in his arms, pulling you up until youâre both chest to chest. he breathed you in, his scruff tickling your jaw, his hands finding purchase along the pudge of your waist.
âiâd love you either way, baby,â john said like his words just didnât lay waste on you.
you nodded, quiet and shy, your cheeks thrumming with warmth, and john kissed your silence away, murmuring nothings about how he could not wait to dress you up, to see you in his gifts, to fly you to spain and show you how a pretty girl should be cherished. you laughed it up, nodding to indulge him, but john always went through with his word and you found yourself in the next flight to ibiza.
it was exhilarating.
no one has ever done so much for you; no one thought youâre worth more than a 50/50 split dinner that you barely even enjoy or a quickie in a dingy parking lot because apparently a hotel was too much for a âcasual thing.â
and sure you know you are worth more than those sucky dates, but your roster never changed and itâs likeâ
if they donât like you enough, then⊠are you?
then john came and just. well, fuck â you know?
heâs ruined you for everyone else. heâs ruined you for anything that isnât himself. john filled you up with fulfilled promises and went above that because he made you his sole point of focus. his priority. because somehow, you triumph over everything.
every of your whispered pleas, every quiet calls, every crooked requests â john always answered them. you are never too much for me, he said. nothing goes before you.
and who is strong enough to not fall for that? no one.
john loves vividly, and he loves you with such vastness itâs incomprehensible. john loves like this, whatever this is, was an organic sort of love; like it did not start with a messy hookup with a friend of a friend of a friendâs⊠dad.
(but there was something dizzying about the way your bodies clicked. how when john, apparently the mr. price, sank to his knees and flipped your skirt up, something just slotted into place.
it felt right to be there in his masterâs bathroom, grasping at the hems of your skirt with shaky hands and watching on with tears in your eyes as he sucked on your clit and laid his tongue flat along your slit. it felt right to be there as he held your hips, thick fingers digging into your fat, and felt him grunting into your flesh, muffled praises slipping from his slick-sheened lips drunkenly. it felt right to beg for his fingers; to beg for more.
and god, it felt good.
so good, you were all numb in the brain, muscles shaking, satiation rolling off of you in heaps.
âshit, baby,â john murmured, cupping your jaw. âyouâre so perfect.â
âmmrf?â you grunted, still nonverbal as your body caught up with the tidal waves of pleasure punched out of you.
he laughed, so soft and quiet. âyeah, you are.â he bent forward and pressed a kiss on your forehead. âmight just keep you.â
he didnât sound playful when he said this. he sounded certain, and it filled your heart up with giddiness becauseâ
âplease.â
john cooed and snuggled up beside you, pressing his bulk on your back and pulling you impossibly closer. not letting go.
not after that. not anymore.)
#john price x reader#john price#captain john price x reader#giggles and kicks my feet and runs away#oh john price you will always be special to me <3#suns#x reader#this was supposed to be out a while ago but i passed out mid-typing </3
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Innocence Loss - König x Reader
Delayed Kinktober Day 3: Virginity loss - König x Reader
CW: Virginity loss, jealous König, rough sex, pussy eating, creampie, breeding kink if you squint.
"So wet for me, spatzi." König muttered softly, shaky fingers teasing your wet slit up and down, gathering your juices before his hand went back to his cock, soft groans escaping his lips as he used your own wetness to lube himself up. His mouth latched up to your cunt again, your whiny moans being rewarding enough as he worked up and down his long, veiny shaft.
"König... need you." You managed to speak between soft gasps and moans, the sensation of his long, flat tongue licking you up and down for the past 10 minutes was starting to become too muchâ he already made you cum twice, using the excuse that he needed you all wet so you could handle his big cock, yet in reality, he simply liked your taste. Like a starved man, König latched onto your clit, rubbing his cock so hard he already felt on edge.
"Beg for me." He said softly, his cockiness in the battlefield rubbing off on his regular life, yet surprisingly, he wasn't embarrassed about it.
"Pleaseâ fuck, I need you inside me. Please, baby?" Your pathetic begging went to his head, yet the look in his eyes betrayed just how much this man adored you. Messy hair, lips parted as you waited for him, a thin layer of sweat covering the body he was so enamored with, and your legs open, revealing the sweet cunt he craved so bad it hurt.
"Pretty girl." He muttered softly, pure affection on his voice as he joined you in bed, opening your legs even more to give his behemoth body enough space. He lined himself up to your cunt, gently pulling his foreskin down to rub the tip of his stupidly big dick up and down your wet entrance, slowly going in until he's bottoming out.
"ScheiĂeâ" He grunted softly, voice going deeper as he grimaced under the mask. König was used to using his own calloused hand to cum, doing it only because he was bored and horny, which he grew out of the more years he spent in the military, yet the feeling of your tight, warm walls swallowing him up hungrily hit him like a tidal wave. You felt too damn good, and he had to resist the urge to cum already, not wanting to embarass himself.
"Are you okay?" He asked you gently, his hand slowly running up and down the length of your hair worriedly when he noticed the slight grimace on your face. König knew he was big in every single way, and his cock was not the exception.
"I'm good, justâ move, please." Feeling the stretch of his massive shaft was just as painful as you imagined, yet the pleasure that came from it couldn't be denied. He builds up a pace, slowly going more and more intense as his thrusts get rougher, deeper, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills his private quarters, and you're secretly glad he's a colonel, as it gives you both more privacy.
"You've been bad, haven't you? Desperate for my cock, letting others flirt with you..." He mutters out between clenched teeth, his thrusts only getting rougher as he recalls what happened earlier. You didn't have the heart to tell him a member of KorTac simply was asking you for advice, the feeling of his tip slamming against your cervix was way too good to ruin the moment. He can believe whatever his jealous and possessive mind told him, as long as he keeps on angrily fucking you.
"No one else gets to touch you like this." He growls out, sitting on his knees while his massive hands easily hold onto your hips, lifting you up with him while he pounded into you, your moans mixed with his as he used you like you were simply a fleshlightâ compared to his massive frame, you are.
König shows no mercy anymore, slamming his entire nine inches of meat into you with primal force. Despite the way he's being so rough, his light blue eyes are completely set into your face, looking for any signs of discomfort yet all he can see is pure bliss. His already big ego grows more and more as he hammers into you, all the pretty noises and faces you're making because of him, him and no one else, are getting to his head.
He moves your hips away as he pulls out, suddenly slamming himself all the way back in before you can protest. He drags a whiny moan out of you, pain and pleasure mixing as you can feel a familiar warmth building up in your stomach. He leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he mutters out pure nonsense in German. You can barely make out "Hure" between whatever he's whispering. His German sounds hotter than ever and you listen intently, dumbly nodding your head to his words despite not understanding him.
With each powerful thrust, he claims you, marking you as his own. The pleasure builds, coiling around your naked, sweaty bodies until it's way too much to bear. And when you finally release, his arms wrap around you protectively, holding your tiny body close to his as your bodies explode in a shared release. His thick, white cum fills up your womb, painting your velvety walls with his fertile sperm.
#konig mw2#cod mw2#cod mwii#konig cod#konig x reader#konig#cod konig#könig mw2#könig x reader#könig cod#könig call of duty#könig#konig call of duty#könig smut#konig smut#cod mw#kinktober
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AMORIA - act I
Warnings: finger fucking, humiliation, spanking, threesome, double pu**y penetration, oral (m & f receiving), squirting, asphyxiation, Dabi being Dabi, creampie, unprotected s*x, Shiggy is the boss, spit is everywhere, so is cum, more than 13k words (8k words for smut itself - you've been warned!), alcohol usage, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fem!reader
Synopsis: after a breakup, you found yourself at a club infamous for being frequented by villains, desperate to drown out all the bad memories. Thatâs where you encountered two of the most powerful villains â Shigaraki Tomura and Todoroki Touya, formerly known as Dabi. Upon discovering and testing your quirk, an idea began to take root in Tomuraâs mind. And naturally, why stop there? Why not test your other talents too?
AMORIA - act II (to be added) AMORIA - playlist MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II
Waking up felt like crawling through fog, each blink a struggle against the dim, dizzy haze leftover from last nightâs drinks. Blurred flashes came and went, half-formed memories that made little sense. The heaviness settled in slowly, the realization that this wasnât your bed striking a second before something shifted against your waist.Â
A scarred arm draped loosely around your waist, its calloused fingers brushing your bare skin with a possessive kind of laziness, the rough pads of fingers brushing over the curve of your abdomen. Breath, hot and slow, fanned across your nape with each rise and fall of the man's chest. Dabi lay pressed against you, his white hair a tousled mess that grazed your shoulder, his sharp features softened just enough by sleep to make you forget, for a moment, how dangerous he really was. Even in sleep, he moved with a casual possessiveness, shifting closer, pressing his frame firmly against your back, grinding his slack cock against your bare ass from time to time. The warmth radiating from Todoroki felt alive, almost searing, as though the man behind you burned hotter than anything should.
The pounding in your skull throbbed with each inhale, a dizzying reminder of just how much youâd had to drink last night. The haze hadnât lifted yet, your thoughts murky, slippery, and impossible to pin down. Bracing yourself, you blinked slowly, inhaling through parted lips as the sheer weight of his body pressed you further into the mattress. Shifting slightly, you turned, trying not to jolt yourself awake too quickly, and thatâs when you saw him.
Tomura was sprawled out on your left, his wiry frame half-splayed across the mattress. His chest rose slowly, bare and warm. One hand was tucked under his head, elbow bent lazily, while the other rested on your hip. He still wore his protective glove. If he hadnât, you knew what a single slip might mean.
A soft sound escaped your lips - something between a gasp and a whimper - as you shifted your legs, and thatâs when you felt it. The unmistakable slickness between your thighs, sticky, cold and raw, made you freeze. The memories slammed into you like a tidal wave, fragments of last night piecing themselves together.
Hands - scarred, rough, and demanding - roaming over your plushy skin, leaving trails of bruises in their wake. Mouths pressed against yours, against your neck, your chest, your thighs, your pussy, taking and claiming every inch of you. The sound of low voices, rasping commands and dark praises that made your body shudder. Your skin still felt branded, marked by their touch, every nerve tingling as if it were reliving the night in flashes.Â
Shifting your hips again, the motion earned another quiet sound that you couldnât suppress, and the arm wrapped around your waist tightened slightly in response. Dabi stirred, a low, guttural hum rumbling in his chest, his lips brushing faintly against the curve of your shoulder. His fingers flexed against your abdomen, pulling you closer with a lazy dominance that sent a shiver racing down your spine. âDonât start squirming unless youâre ready for round two,â came his voice, gravelly with sleep but still laced with that dark, teasing edge. He didnât even open his eyes, his body already responding to the subtle movements of yours, hips rolling just enough to remind you exactly how tangled the three of you had been hours before.
On your other side, Tomuraâs gloved fingers pressed lightly into your hip, his red eyes cracking open just enough to watch you through the veil of his lashes. A voice, dark and dripping with mockery, cut through the haze. "Oh, sweet thing, youâre finally awake.â Shigaraki slowly moved his hand up your body, caressing the curve of your waist and reaching your chin in the end. His thumb and index finger clamped around your chin, firm and unyielding, tilting your head with a deliberate force that left no room for resistance. "What a perfect morning for us, donât you think, Dabi? I canât fucking wait to ruin that pretty pussy of hers all over again. And donât you even think about leaving us, Amoria. Youâre ours, now and forever."
The club pulsed with heavy bass, each beat reverberating in your chest, and a thick haze of smoke clung to the air, a cocktail of cigarettes, weed, and cheap perfume mixing with the ever-present burn of alcohol. It was the kind of place you were warned to avoid, especially alone - one of those places where villains went to disappear, blend into the night like smoke.Â
But after tonight? Warnings didnât mean much. The sting of a fresh breakup had driven you straight into the dark, to the kind of place that would swallow up your thoughts and leave you numb. No one you knew would set foot here, especially alone. The criminals and castaways who haunted these walls werenât just rumors; they were way too real. But right now, you didnât care.Â
Perched at the bar with one leg hooked over the other, a tight red dress hugging your figure, and a jet-black bag draped over your shoulder, you sipped slowly on something the bartender had called a Blood Moon. A wicked blend of dark rum, cherry liqueur, and a touch of grenadine, it tasted like rebellion in a glass, something that burned on the way down but left just enough sweetness behind to make you want more.
The air grew heavier, thick with tension, and it took you a minute to notice why.Â
High above on the VIP floor, two figures lounged in shadows. But it wasnât the distance that made them unapproachable - it was who they were, and the weight of what they carried. They noticed you, of course. It was impossible not to feel their stares, the way they sized you up, cutting through the smoky air like blades.Â
Shigaraki stood above, leaning against the steel railing of the VIP lounge, his posture loose and almost bored. Dressed in a sleek, dark suit that clung to his wiry frame, he seemed a creature entirely his own, something both sharp and unsettling, his presence a chill running through the pulse of the club. His hands, resting on the railing, wore thin black gloves over two fingers on each hand - a careful precaution, one you didnât want to dwell on. The other fingers tapped rhythmically against the metal, a steady, almost taunting beat.
Next to him, more menace than man, lounged Touya Todoroki - Dabi, though that name was practically useless now. His hair, white as death, fell messily over his eyes, but his gaze - heavy-lidded, cerulean gaze, bored directly into you. It was the kind of stare that looked through you, stripping you bare and seeing every lie, every flaw. Like heâd already decided exactly what to do with you. His white hair was catching the colored lights and casting strange shadows across his face. He wasnât wearing a suit - of course he wasnât. His choice of attire was as casual as it was provocative: a black, fitted, buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal a mess of scars trailing up his forearms, and ripped jeans that sat low on his hips, held up by nothing more than a thick, black, leather belt.Â
Shigarakiâs eyes were assessing you as though deciding what to do with a curiosity he hadnât planned on. Dabiâs smirk had a different edge - sharper, darker, a look that made your pulse spike in ways youâd never admit out loud. Whatever this was, it wasnât simple curiosity.
There was no reason to be here. Nothing logical, anyway. The breakup had left you restless, something bitter and rebellious churning in your chest. Revenge on your ex? Maybe. A flirtation with something you shouldnât have? Probably. Or maybe it was just the need to feel alive, if only for a night, surrounded by people who understood what it meant to live outside the law.
The bartender slid another drink in front of you - a Blow Job. Confused, you looked up. âI didnât order this.â
He jerked his thumb toward the bar, where Dabi now stood, ordering a fresh bottle of whiskey. His eyes, that unmistakable blue, were locked on you. He didnât bother looking away, just let his eyes roam over your body, slowly, deliberately, with an intensity that was anything but polite.
âGuess he did,â the bartender shrugged, turning away to tend to someone else.
Dabi raised his drink in your direction, smirk tugging at his scarred mouth, a silent invitation - or maybe a dare.
Dabi didnât move at first, leaning casually against the bar, his smirk sharp as a knife. The bottle of whiskey dangled loosely from one hand, the other lifting his glass to his lips, eyes never leaving you. His gaze was a slow drag, deliberate, assessing. âWhy donât you come join us upstairs, princess?â His voice was low, gravelly, and loud enough to cut through the music. There was no question in the way he said it - more an invitation wrapped in a command, laced with an edge that made it clear he didnât hear no very often.
Tilting your head, you gave him a once-over, matching his intensity with your own. âNot interested,â you said, your tone sharp, controlled. âIâm fine right here.â
The smirk widened, and he let out a short, amused laugh. âYeah?â He leaned closer, setting the glass down on the bar with a sharp clink. âI donât think you know what youâre turning down, sweetheart.â
Something in the way he said it sent a flicker of heat through you, but you held your ground, your leg crossing over the other as you turned back to your drink. âIâve got all the excitement I need down here,â you said dryly, lifting your glass with a raised brow.
Dabi didnât back off. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence radiating warmth that felt too intimate, too deliberate. He dipped his head slightly, his breath brushing your ear as he spoke, low and dangerous. âYou shouldnât play games with people like us. We donât do soft. We donât do fair.â
He wasnât bluffing, and you knew it.
Straightening up, he looked at you again, letting his hand trail along the bar as he stepped back. âBut if youâre really not interestedâŠâ His shrug was slow, his smirk still carved onto his face as though he knew exactly how this would end. âSuit yourself.â
You hated how your pulse quickened, hated the way the challenge lingered in the air between you. The words donât do soft repeated in your head, pulling at the threads of your resolve. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the week youâd had, but before you could stop yourself, your feet were moving, heels clicking against the marble floor as you followed him.
He didnât even check to see if you were coming. The bastard already knew.
The staircase was tucked into the far corner, shadowed and out of sight of most of the club.Â
Dabiâs shoulders led the way, the bottle swinging lazily in his grip as if he didnât care that every eye on the dancefloor followed his movements. The music faded slightly as you ascended, but the air grew heavier, thicker, as though the space above carried its own gravity.
The VIP lounge was dimly lit, the low, amber light reflecting off a sleek, black leather couch where Shigaraki sat sprawled out, one leg hooked lazily over the other. His white hair fell messily over his forehead, a cigarette dangling between two fingers as he exhaled a slow plume of smoke. A lowball glass sat in his other hand, whiskey and ice swirling in lazy circles as he tilted it absentmindedly. His red eyes flicked up as you entered, sharp and cutting, taking you in with an intensity that made your skin prickle.
âFinally brought her up, huh?â His voice was smooth but tinged with that unmistakable edge of boredom, like he couldnât care less, yet his eyes told a different story. They lingered on you a beat too long, assessing, weighing, before he took another drag from his cigarette.
Dabi shrugged, tossing himself into the opposite end of the couch. âWasnât easy,â he said, his smirk never wavering. âSheâs got a mouth on her.â
Shigarakiâs lips twitched into something close to a grin, a humorless thing that didnât reach his eyes. âGood. Itâll make things more interesting.â
You stood at the edge of the room, every instinct screaming at you to leave, but the weight of their gazes pinned you in place.Â
Dabi poured a generous amount of whiskey into his glass, then tilted the bottle toward the empty one next to Shigarakiâs. He didnât ask if you wanted a drink; he poured you one anyway. âSit,â Dabi growled, nodding toward the space between them on the couch, his voice casual, but there was a command in it that left no room for argument.
Shigarakiâs hand rested on the back of the couch, fingers drumming slowly against the leather as he watched you, waiting. âUnless youâre scared,â the white haired man said, his voice soft, almost mocking, a challenge hanging on every syllable.
Something in your chest tightened. Pride or stubbornness - maybe both - kept your feet moving until you lowered yourself onto the couch, your body painfully aware of the heat radiating from both sides. The glass of whiskey was pressed into your hand, Dabiâs long fingers brushing against yours as he handed it over.
âGood girl,â the leader of the League of Villains murmured, leaning back into the couch with a smirk that promised nothing about tonight would be soft.
The leather couch felt sinfully soft beneath you. You cradled the glass of whiskey in your hands.Â
The air in the room thickened like tar, suffocating and inescapable.
Shigaraki tilted his head, studying you with the same detached curiosity as a predator playing with its prey. His crimson gaze burned with an intensity that seemed to peel back your skin, exposing something raw and vulnerable beneath.
Your throat felt dry despite the whiskey still warming your hand. Steeling your nerves, you met his gaze head-on. âYouâre the leader, right?â Your voice was steady, though you hated how breathless it sounded. âWhy would someone like you want someone like me around?â
Shigarakiâs lips curled slowly, something far too knowing glimmering in his eyes. âSomeone like you?â he repeated, voice smooth, low, and entirely dangerous. âYou underestimate yourself.â
He leaned forward, resting his forearm on his knee, letting his fingers hang loosely, inches from where your thigh rested against the couch. Shigaraki chuckled, a low, dry sound that barely stirred the air. âLetâs say Iâm a connoisseur of beauty.â His words were slow, deliberate. âAnd you,â he continued, letting his eyes drag down your frame in a way that felt like a physical touch, âlook exquisite in that dress.â
Dabi snorted from the other end of the couch, his smirk widening as he poured himself another drink. âConnoisseur of beauty,â he repeated mockingly, shaking his head. âYouâre so full of pretentious shit, boss.â
Shigaraki didnât so much as glance at him, his focus locked entirely on you.Â
Heat bloomed in your cheeks despite yourself, and you took a longer sip of your drink, hoping it might disguise the faint blush.Â
Shigaraki noticed, of course â he didnât miss much, apparently. His grin widened, a touch of smugness slipping into his expression.
"You're blushing, doll," Dabi pointed out bluntly, his voice dripping with mockery. "Thatâs fucking adorable."
Shigaraki, clearly entertained, shifted closer. His partially gloved hand reached out, resting lightly on your knee. "So," he drawled, his voice conversational, as though he werenât sitting far too close for comfort, "whatâs someone like you doing in a place like this? This isnât exactly the scene for someone so soft."
You glanced at him, the faintest flicker of a challenge in your eyes. "What makes you think Iâm soft?"
Shigarakiâs lips twitched into a smirk. "You donât exactly scream villain." He tilted his head, studying you. "But youâve got an edge. Somethingâs brought you here. What is it?"
The question lingered, heavy and probing.Â
You took a sip of the whiskey, its burn cutting through your nerves as you turned your attention to the man sprawled across from you. You exhaled, feeling the whiskeyâs fire loosen your tongue. âMy boyfriend cheated on me,â you confessed, bitter and sharp. âWith someone I thought was my friend.â You exhaled slowly, setting your glass on the table as you straightened your shoulders. "So, here I am. Figured I might as well see how the other side lives."
Dabi let out a low, wry whistle. "Oh, the little doll has been hurt? How sad must be your life ever since!â
"Cheaters are the worst," Tomura stated matter-of-factly. "But that doesnât explain why youâd come here of all places. This club isnât exactly known for its wholesome clientele."
You shrugged, feeling the tension in the room shift slightly. "Maybe I wanted to see if there was anyone left in the world worse than him."
Dabi laughed, a dry, humorless sound that made the corners of his scarred mouth twist upward.Â
"Oh, sweetheart," Shigaraki started, his hand leaving your knee to retrieve his cigarette, "you definitely came to the right place." He took a slow drag, his crimson eyes never leaving yours. "But you might want to be careful. Looking for something sharp enough to make you feel again might be a risky move.â
Your breath hitched, but you clenched your jaw, refusing to break under his scrutiny. âMaybe,â you admitted, the word tasting bitter on your tongue. âWhat does it matter to you?â
Tomuraâs smirk widened, slow and predatory, as though heâd already won some unspoken game. âIt matters because you walked into our world,â he murmured, voice dark as the shadows clinging to the roomâs edges. âAnd Iâm curious just how far youâre willing to fall.â
Dabi poured himself another drink, downed it, and set his glass down with a sharp clink. "We donât fix broken things. We break them further."
His scarred hand lifted, fingers brushing along the curve of your jaw, his calloused thumb briefly rubbing against your lower lip before trailing to your neck, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. His long fingers ghosted over your shoulder, where your pulse thudded traitorously fast. Dabi leaned in, inhaling deeply, as if memorizing your scent, the warmth of his breath searing against your skin. He stuck out his tongue and ran it up your pulsepoint.
A cold chill ran down your spine.
âSweet,â the scarred man murmured, voice low and rough. âYou smell so clean, so untouched.â
Shigarakiâs amusement flickered in the curve of his mouth as he reached for the whiskey bottle, pouring another drink for you. âWhere do you work?â His tone was casual, but the underlying curiosity felt anything but.
You hesitated, weighing the danger of answering truthfully, but there was no point in lying. Theyâd sniff out deceit like blood in the water. âEndeavorâs agency,â you admitted carefully. âI handle paperwork.â
The moment the words left your lips, the atmosphere in the room shifted violently, like the air had been sucked from it.Â
Dabiâs smirk vanished, replaced by a flash of raw fury that turned his eyes into blazing shards of ice. His glass hit the nearest wall with a deafening crash, shards of crystal scattering across the floor. The amber liquid smeared down the wallpaper like a wound.
âEndeavor,â Dabi snarled, his voice venomous, the name leaving his lips like a curse. He surged to his feet, towering over you in an instant. âYou work for that bastard, cunt?â Touyaâs chest heaved, nostrils flaring as though he could still smell Endeavorâs presence clinging to you. The growl in his voice was feral, like a wildfire barely contained. He didnât wait for an answer, his scarred hands twitching at his sides as if itching to burn something â or rather someone.
Instinct overrode reason, propelling a desperate retreat from the leather couch. The corner of the room felt like a safer haven. Your breath came in short, uneven bursts, heart pounding as you pressed yourself against the wall, putting as much distance as you could between yourself and the sheer force of his rage. âI⊠Itâs nothing but a job⊠I need to pay rent, to pay bills⊠And he pays wellâŠâ
Tomura rose from his spot slowly, movements fluid and purposeful. He reached Dabi with unhurried ease, his touch strangely tender as his fingers brushed along the edges of that scarred jaw. âTouya.â His voice was soft yet commanding, laced with something purely intimate.Â
Dabiâs breath hitched but didnât slow as his azure eyes were locked on your trembling form, fury still crackling beneath his skin like an electric wire.Â
Tomuraâs fingers tightened, holding the other man in place â not restraining, but rather grounding. He tilted Dabiâs chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. âLook at me.â Shigaraki pressed a firm, grounding kiss against the jagged edge of Touyaâs scarred jawline. âBreathe,â he murmured against the marred skin, voice softer now, a private thing not meant for anyone elseâs ears. âAnd calm the fuck down.â
Shigaraki didnât wait for any response from the scarred man. He yanked Dabi closer by the collar of his jacket, crashing their mouths together with bruising force.
A low, guttural sound escaped Dabiâs throat as Shigaraki bit down on his lower lip, dragging his teeth across scarred flesh in a way that was equal parts punishment and possession. Dabi hissed, but instead of pulling back, he leaned in harder, matching the intensity with reckless hunger. His fingers clawed into Shigarakiâs sides, pulling him closer, like he couldnât bear the distance between them.
Their tongues danced together.
The sight was mesmerizing and intimate, enough to make your heart thud erratically against your ribcage. You watched, your mouth hanging open slightly, a realization dawning â they were a thing, unmistakably so, and they were unabashedly natural about their affection.
Shigaraki finally broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Dabiâs, murmuring something low you couldnât hear.Â
âBetter?â Shigaraki finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dabi exhaled shakily, his scarred lips quirking into a grin that didnât quite reach his eyes. âYouâre such a bastard, boss,â he rasped, voice low but lacking any real venom. The tension in his frame eased.
Shigaraki finally turned his attention back to you, his expression calm, composed, as though nothing unusual had just happened. âWhy donât you take a seat over there, doll?â He gestured to a plush leather armchair nearby, his voice cool but not unkind. âRelax, and tell us a bit about your quirk. Iâm curious about that part.â
You moved to the armchair, its soft leather embracing your form as you tried to compose yourself.Â
Dabi, his earlier fury now cooled, returned to his spot on the couch beside Shigaraki. Rather than pouring himself another drink, he simply grabbed the whiskey bottle, tilting it back for a long, hard swallow, his eyes never leaving your form.
Gathering your nerves, you began, "My quirk is called Amoria," you uttered, your voice steady despite the swirling emotions. "When I kiss someone, I can amplify their quirks, enhancing their abilities beyond their usual limits for a couple of minutes.. And if I am in love with that person, the effect is not only stronger but lasts longer, too."
Dabi set the bottle down with a thud, a smirk playing on his lips, while Shigarakiâs eyes narrowed thoughtfully. âYou might actually be more useful than I initially thought,â Dabi remarked, grinning. There was no warmth in his smile, only a sardonic twist of his lips that suggested he saw you not as a person but as a potential tool to be exploited. "Especially with a quirk like that."
Shigaraki, who had been quietly observing the exchange, perked up with a renewed interest that bordered on avid fascination. "I think we need to test this power of yours," Tomura declared, a hint of excitement threading through his usually calm demeanor.
Your heart skipped a beat at the directness of his demand. The thought of kissing Shigaraki, of being so close to someone so dangerously powerful, sent a shiver of fear mixed with a disgust down your spine. You hesitated, your instincts screaming for caution You shifted uncomfortably in the armchair, the weight of their gazes making you feel exposed and vulnerable. "I â I'd rather not," you stammered, trying to muster your courage to deny him.
Shigarakiâs expression darkened at your reluctance. He leaned forward, his voice lowering to a whisper that somehow filled the entire room. âDonât make me regret my curiosity,â he said, his words carrying a sweet venom. âIt would be a shame to have to disintegrate you for withholding such a valuable demonstration.â
The threat, veiled in a veneer of charm, was clear. Swallowing hard, you realized that your options were few and your situation precarious.Â
With a heavy heart and mind racing with anxious thoughts, you stood from the armchair and approached Shigaraki and Dabi, the tension palpable.Â
Shigaraki's gaze was fixed, predatory, as he watched you come closer. In a swift motion, he reached out and grasped your wrist, pulling you towards him with an unexpected force.Â
Caught off balance, your only options were to awkwardly straddle his lap or risk tumbling to the floor. Choosing the former, you settled uneasily atop him, feeling his hands begin a slow, almost explorative motion up and down your waist. His touch was paradoxically gentle, fingers tracing the fabric of your dress as he inhaled deeply, taking in your scent with an almost reverent curiosity. His chapped lips parted slightly, eyes locked onto yours with a piercing intensity.
Then, with a deliberate slowness, Shigaraki moved his gloved hand to your neck, guiding you down into a kiss. His lips were rough, tasting strongly of whiskey and cigarettes.Â
As the kiss deepened, a faint glowing aura began to radiate around you, the visual manifestation of your quirk activating under the intimate contact.Â
Tomura shifted beneath you, his hands moving to your back to pull you closer, an unspoken demand for more of the power you were unwittingly amplifying. Shigaraki could feel the raw power filling his veins with a raw, unnatural power, every cell in his body seeming to awaken with renewed vigor.
When he finally broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connected you momentarily, and you whined at the loss of contact.Â
Shigaraki's breath was heavy, his eyes alight with a wild sort of exhilaration. "Fuuuck. I've never felt so powerful before," he confessed, his voice hoarse with wonder. He turned to Dabi, his expression one of awe mixed with a fierce triumph. "Not even after months in that tube at the doctor's hideout when I was getting boosted. This is fucking incredible."
"Come here," Shigaraki panted, voice low, roughened by desire and authority. There was no room for disobedience, no chance to escape. His fingertips pressed into the soft curve of your waist, sliding possessively up and down your sides, mapping every inch of skin through the thin fabric of your dress. âKiss me again,â the leader of the League of Villains demanded, the edge in his voice razor-sharp, leaving no space for refusal. The implied threat lingered, dangerous and undeniable â you knew exactly what he was capable of. One wrong move, one hint of defiance, and he could end you with the barest touch.
So you leaned in for a kiss.Â
His mouth crushed against yours, demanding everything. He groaned against your mouth, low and guttural, his body rigid with restraint he was quickly losing. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, sharp and possessive. He never knew someone elseâs spit could taste that good. His crimson eyes burned with violent need, pupils blown wide with lust.
Your head spun, breath stolen as his tongue delved deeper, tangling with yours in a battle for control youâd already lost. You gasped against his mouth when his grip on your hips tightened, pressing you down against the hard, unmistakable evidence of his arousal straining beneath his suit pants.
Shit. You were completely, utterly fucked.
A sharp, irritated growl suddenly shattered the charged atmosphere.
Touya's jaw clenched as he watched Shigarakiâs hands roam possessively over your body, his fingers digging into your waist like he owned you. The sight clearly infuriated the scarred man.
Shigaraki didnât loosen his grip on you, his crimson gaze flicking lazily toward Dabi without a shred of concern. âDonât forget who the boss is.â
âThought we were sharing,â Dabi drawled, voice low and threatening. âDidnât think youâd keep all the fun for yourself, boss.â Dabi yanked you off Shigaraki and forced you to straddle his lap. His kiss was brutal â searing and unforgiving, all teeth and tongue, like he was determined to brand himself into you.Â
Suddenly, a heat exploded where his fingers dug into your waist, the surge of your quirk sparking to life as your mouths tangled together. You felt it hit him â a sudden, visceral rush of boosted power crackling beneath his skin like wildfire.Â
Dabi broke the kiss with a ragged gasp, his pupils blown wide with lust and power. âFuck,â he rasped, eyes blazing like molten fire. âFucking amazing.â
Before you could answer, a sharp snarl tore from Shigarakiâs throat. He was on you in an instant. âSheâs fucking mine, Touya,â Tomura snapped, voice low and deadly, every syllable dripping with dangerous intent.
Before you could even steady yourself, Shigaraki yanked you back into his lap with brutal force, his fingers digging possessively into your thighs. You gasped, hands bracing against his chest as he hauled you close, locking you in place.
His tongue forced its way past your lips again, demanding dominance.Â
You had no room to resist â not with the way his hips rolled beneath you. You whimpered against his mouth as he rocked his hips into yours again, letting you feel just how hard he was beneath the rough fabric of his pants. The friction was intoxicating, setting every nerve alight with white-hot need. And you discovered you werenât scared anymore.
Shigaraki broke the kiss just long enough to rasp, "Iâm going to fuck you so fucking hard, doll." His voice was raw, wrecked with desire and possessive rage, leaving no room for interpretation. His red eyes gleamed with dark intent, lips twisted into something between a snarl and a smirk.
Your breath hitched, shock and adrenaline colliding in your chest. You couldnât speak, couldnât think â trapped between two villains driven by lust, power, and an insatiable need to claim what they thought was theirs.
Dabi wiped his mouth with the back of his scarred hand, eyes still blazing with want and jealousy. His tongue flicked over his lower lip, tasting the remnants of your saliva as his gaze snapped to where you were pinned on Shigarakiâs lap, bodies tangled in a possessive, desperate clash of dominance and need. âOh, so now you get greedy, huh?â Dabi sneered, his scarred lips curling into a mocking smirk. âYouâre not the only one who wants a piece of her, Shiggy.â His eyes flicked to yours, sharp and filled with something feral, before settling back on Tomura. âI think I deserve a turn with that little whore after that little taste.â
âHey, Iâm not a whore!â You protested with furrowed brows.
âOi! Shut the fuck up,â Touya replied dismissively.Â
Tomuraâs hand sneaked under the edge of your tight dress, boldly rubbing against your clothed pussy. You were oh so hot down there.
You parted your lips, letting out a cute moan as you shivered.
Dabiâs jaw clenched, anger flickering hotly behind his eyes. He tilted his head, a wicked grin spreading across his scarred face as he dragged his gaze down your trembling form. âCâmon, boss.â His voice dipped lower, almost coaxing but still dangerous. âYou really wanna share her here? In this shitty club, with all these useless extras nearby?â His tongue flicked over his bottom lip as his gaze dragged over you, slow and deliberate. âWe could take her back to the hideout. Somewhere private.â
Shigarakiâs lips twisted into a grin, sharp and predatory. He looked at you, tilting your chin up with a single finger, forcing you to meet his unrelenting gaze. âWhat do you say, sweetheart?â His voice dripped with mock sweetness, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a way that made you shiver. âHope you are ready to come with us.â
You couldnât speak, your throat tightening as their intentions became horrifyingly clear, so you just shook your head.
Shigaraki sighed and leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured, âI wasnât fucking asking.â
Before you could even process the command, Dabi was already moving, improving his leather jacket. His gaze lingered on you, sharp and hungry. âMove your ass,â he warned, his voice a dangerous purr. âWe donât like to be kept waiting.â
Shigarakiâs hand trailed down your waist, tugging you off his lap with rough impatience as he rose to his feet. His fingers never left your body, keeping you tethered to him like a prize heâd already claimed.
Your heart pounded in your chest as they guided you toward the clubâs shadowed back exit, Dabiâs molten gaze burning into your back while Shigarakiâs hand stayed possessively firm around your waist.Â
There was no escape.
And the most terrifying truth was that, deep down, a part of you didnât want to escape at all.
Your body trembled as you were bent over the edge of the bed, completely naked â exposed and pliant, just the way they liked.
The sheets bunched beneath your hands as you braced yourself, trying to focus â trying to breathe â but it was impossible with Dabi lounging lazily in front of you.
His scarred back pressed into the mattress, one arm propped behind his head as he gazed at you through half-lidded eyes, utterly at ease. His cock, flushed and hard, rested against his stomach as he watched you.
âCome on, donât get shy now,â Dabi murmured, his gravelly voice a mixture of teasing and condescension. His thumb traced your bottom lip briefly before guiding himself into the warm heat of your mouth.Â
Your tongue welcomed him, slick and obedient, and he groaned lowly, his hips rocking just enough to force you to take him deeper.
Touya hissed through his teeth, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of your head. âThatâs it. Good girl.â
The sound of his pleasure reverberated through you, but your focus shattered when a new sensation made itself known â a hot, slick pressure against your folds. Your thighs twitched as the sensation grew bolder â tracing the curve of your pussy lips before pushing past them.
A muffled whine vibrated around Dabiâs length, and you instinctively arched. With a sharp pop, you pulled off Dabiâs cock, saliva trailing from the corner of your mouth as you gasped for air and moaned shamelessly. Your voice wavered with desperation as you glanced over your shoulder.
There he was â Shigaraki, kneeling between your spread legs, his crimson gaze half-lidded and focused solely on you. âStop fucking squirming,â he rasped impatiently, giving your cheek a hard spank, his voice raw and hungry. His calloused fingers spread your ass cheeks wide, holding you open for his eager mouth. The drag of his tongue from your soaked entrance to your clit sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine, and your knee buckled.
Your mouth formed a large âOâ, and a tear threatened to roll down your cheek.
âTsk. Pathetic,â Dabi scoffed from in front of you.Â
You barely had time to catch your breath before he delivered a stinging slap to your cheek. Your head snapped back, and your wide, tear-glazed eyes met his.
âThere we go,â he smirked, clearly pleased to have your full attention again. Slowly, almost deliberately, Dabi ran his hand over his throbbing cock, his skin glistening with the remnants of your spit. He stroked himself lazily, letting you watch every movement, every twitch of his muscles. âI didnât say you could stop, doll.â
He tapped the head of his cock against your lips, and of course you accepted him in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, up and down, gently flexing your tongue to tease the massive vein located underneath his cock. A tear finally escaped your eye.
Dabi clicked his tongue, his hand tangling into your hair before giving a sharp tug that forced you off him with an audible pop. Your lips parted, spit trailing down and on his thigh as you looked up at him, dazed and desperate. âYouâre pathetic, you know that, whore?â he taunted, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock, teasing himself while spreading your saliva all over his shaft. âCanât even handle both of us, huh?â
âI am⊠Not a whore,â you reminded him, slowly opening your mouth to moan loudly as Tomura spanked your ass a few more times.
Behind you, Shigaraki groaned impatiently. âStop hogging her attention,â he rasped, his voice rough with want. Without waiting, he buried his face between your legs again, his tongue flicking messily over your swollen clit before dragging back down to your slick entrance.
âShitâ TomuraâŠâ you gasped, your back arching instinctively as you ground your pussy against his face. âJust like that.â
âFocus,â Dabi growled from above, snapping his fingers to reclaim your gaze.Â
Your eyes darted back to him, your face still flushed and your lips glistening.
âEyes on me,â he ordered, that sadistic little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
You nodded and wrapped your lips around his shaft again. You pushed your mouth down his shaft until you felt his white, pubic hair that surrounded his cock tickle your nose. While you were sucking Dabi's cock, doing your best to make him satisfied with your efforts, your hand instinctively drifted down between your trembling thighs, fingers seeking relief. Just as you brushed against your slick folds, a rough, calloused hand snatched your wrist, shoving it away.
âDonât,â Shigaraki growled, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that sent a shiver up your spine.
Before you could protest, his hands gripped your hips, spreading your ass cheeks apart until your pussy was exposed, open, and vulnerable to him. You barely had time to gasp before his mouth was on you.
Shigarakiâs tongue teased the sensitive edges of your entrance slowly, circling in a way that made your thighs tremble. Then, without warning, he pushed in, his tongue slipping into your tight hole, wet and insistent.
The sensation sent white-hot pleasure through you, a sharp, helpless moan tearing from your throat as you arched beneath his touch. Spit spilled from corners of your mouth, dripping on Touyaâs thighs.
Dabiâs cock twitched against your tongue at the sight, his grip tightening in your hair. âFuck,â he muttered, his voice rough with amusement. âYou really are a mess, arenât you?â
Behind you, Shigaraki decided to shove your thigh up, pressing your knee onto the edge of the bed to grant himself full, unhindered access. His mouth returned to your pussy, more frantic this time â his tongue working in desperate, messy licks as if he were starved for the taste of you.Â
Between Dabiâs demanding gaze and his cock successfully suffocating you, and Shigarakiâs relentless tongue attacking you from behind, you couldnât hold back the whimper that escaped your lips.
âThatâs more like it,â Dabi praised mockingly, his smile turning cruel as he watched you unravel.Â
Shigaraki let out a low, pleased hum, his face buried between your thighs yet again. âSheâs close,â he muttered, more to himself than anyone else, his nails digging lightly into your flesh as he kept you exactly where he wanted you while he fucked you with his long, skilled tongue.
âBetter not pass out yet,â Dabi added, his voice a wicked purr as he delivered a few hard slaps to your face. âWeâre just getting started.â
You pulled off Dabiâs cock with a gasp, your chest heaving as you desperately sucked in air between moans. Your lips were swollen, glistening with spit.
Dabi growled low in his throat, a dangerous sound that made your core tighten. His scarred hand curled around the base of his cock, dragging the flushed, leaking head down the side of your face, smearing it across your heated skin before settling it against your parted lips.
âDonât get lazy on me now,â he warned, voice gravelly with irritation.
Your tongue darted out instinctively, flicking teasingly over his tip as he groaned softly in response. You played with him, swirling your tongue around the angry red head before slowly wrapping your lips around him again. You moaned, your eyelids fluttering in bliss. Inch by inch, you pushed him deeper into your mouth, sucking greedily until you took as much as you could manage, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, making you gag each time.
Your lips stretched tight around his veiny girth, and you began moving in earnest, bobbing your head forward and back, each bounce deliberate and needy. One of your hands reached to cup and fondle his balls gently, coaxing soft curses from his lips, while the other steadied yourself on his shredded thigh.Â
Dabi hissed between gritted teeth, his cock twitching angrily in your mouth, pulsing in warning as he grew closer to his release.
Then Shigaraki joined in.
You gasped softly when you felt his fingers slide into your slick pussy from behind, curling just right as they pressed against your walls. He didnât stop there, though â his mouth returned to you, tongue swirling over your folds in tandem with his digits. Your knees nearly buckled from the dual sensations, but you didnât falter.
If anything, you grew more relentless.
You let your spit spill messily. Your hair was tangled, cheeks flushed and streaked with tears as you worked him harder, sucking him down greedily. You didnât care how fucked out you looked. It didnât matter after all.
âFuckââ Dabi hissed, his voice shaky now, his composure cracking. His hand fisted into your hair, tugging hard enough to make your scalp sting. He bucked his hips into your mouth with wild desperation, chasing his release. âThatâs it, you little slut,â he grunted through clenched teeth, his voice rough and broken. With one final thrust, he pressed your face flush against his pubic bone, holding you there as he came. His cock twitched violently, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum down your throat in short, jerky spurts.
You moaned around him, the vibrations sending another shiver through his overstimulated body as he groaned loudly, rolling his head back against the pillow. His grip on your hair loosened just slightly, and when you pulled back, your mouth was still full of his seed.
Dabi cracked open one eye, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he looked down at you. âDonât swallow yet,â he ordered, his voice strained but firm.
You stared up at him, cheeks puffed slightly and tongue cradling his release as you awaited his next command, your body trembling while Shigarakiâs relentless ministrations continued behind you. You could only whine in a strange voice as you didnât want to spill a single drop of Dabiâs cum.
Shigaraki's tongue and fingers worked you over relentlessly, a maddening rhythm of teasing and torment. He slipped two fingers inside you with an ease that made you shiver, his knuckles pressing against your entrance as he angled his head just right. His tongue flicked purposefully over the swollen bundle of nerves, the sensation sharp and consuming.
Your thighs trembled again, threatening to buckle, but Shigarakiâs grip held you firm, forcing you to take it all.
âOpen up.â
Dabiâs voice cut through the haze, a low, commanding drawl that demanded your focus. Propped casually on his elbow where he lay, he watched you with narrowed, calculating eyes.
You obeyed without hesitation, your lips parting, tongue sticking out just enough to display the evidence of your submission â his seed still cradled there.
A faint hum of satisfaction vibrated from Dabiâs throat. âLook at you,â he murmured, his scarred hand reaching out to stroke your cheek in a gesture that was far too gentle given the situation. The warmth of his palm lingered as he cupped your jaw, tilting your head upward with effortless control.
âBeen such a good girl for us,â he praised, his tone soft but tinged with that edge of condescension that made your stomach tighten. He pushed himself up onto his knees, his presence now towering over you as he gazed down at your wrecked expression. The grin that stretched across his face was wild and possessive, a cruel glint in his pale eyes as he leaned in closer. âOpen wide,â he mused, and you could do nothing but obey, your mouth parting further at his demand.
Dabi held your gaze as he spat, the slow descent of a globe of his saliva deliberate. It landed messily on your upper lip, the warmth of it pooling before sliding down into your waiting mouth, mingling with his cum and your own lingering spit. Your breath hitched as you felt your pride stripped away.
âNow, you can swallow,â he ordered softly, his voice dripping with twisted satisfaction.
You did, your throat working as you obeyed, your gaze never leaving his. The desperation in your eyes only seemed to amuse him more, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw in reward as you blinked up at him.
It was then that Shigarakiâs fingers curled inside you, finding that perfect spongy spot deep within. Your body tensed, a loud, broken whine escaping your lips as your walls spasmed around his digits, your release crashing over you in uncontrollable waves. Shigarakiâs tongue stayed firm against your clit, drawing out every last tremor as you came apart.
You couldnât stop the shy, breathy whimper that left you as your body sagged slightly, your face flushed in embarrassment.
Shigaraki pulled back just enough to growl lowly against you, the vibration sending another spark of sensitivity through your core as you cleaned your folds from remnants of your release. âGood girl,â the man praised, his voice rough and husky with satisfaction.
Dabi chuckled darkly from above you, thumb tilting your chin up so you were forced to meet his gaze again. âDonât get all shy on us now,â he teased, his smile sharp and devilish. âYouâre doing so well.â
Shigarakiâs gloved hand â slick with your cum â wrapped firmly around your chin, tilting your head up until you were forced to meet his eyes. His crimson eyes burned into yours before he leaned in, claiming your mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and hunger. He groaned as his tongue pushed past your lips, eager, desperate to taste the remnants of Dabiâs cum still coating your tongue.
The moment his mouth met yours, your quirk activated instinctively. A faint aura bloomed around you, light and humming with energy, sending a ripple of warmth through the air.Â
Shigaraki growled deep in his throat, his entire body tensing as the surge hit him, spreading like wildfire through his cells. The sound was guttural, animalistic, as if heâd been jolted alive. âFuckââ he hissed, his lips leaving yours briefly as he shivered from the rush.
âTsk,â Dabi chuckled, the sound low and smug as he took advantage of Shigarakiâs distraction. Dabiâs scarred hand wrapped around Tomuraâs cock. His hand pumped slow, deliberate strokes, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head just to coax a sharp gasp from his boyfriendâs lips. âRelax, hothead. Youâre shaking like a leaf.â
Your lips were abandoned as Shigarakiâs focus faltered completely, his attention turning to Dabi with a heated glare. âUgly bastard,â Tomura rasped, though the way his hips bucked into Dabiâs hand betrayed just how easily he was unraveling.
âYeah, yeah,â Dabi murmured smugly, his voice a soft purr. With a rough tug and a smirk, he pulled Shigaraki into a kiss that left you breathless just from watching. Their lips met in a clash of teeth and tongues, Dabiâs dominance clear as he guided Shigaraki back onto the bed with ease. Tomura didnât resist; he let Dabi push him down, his white hair splayed like a halo on the sheets.
Dabi settled between Tomuraâs thighs, his sharp grin softening into something dangerously wicked as he ducked his head. Without preamble, his mouth wrapped around Shigarakiâs cock, and Tomura let out a broken groan, his back arching off the bed.
âFucking hell, TouyaâŠâ Tomura rasped, one hand flying to Dabiâs white hair, gripping tight.
You were left kneeling at the edge, forgotten, stripped of their attention. A needy whine escaped you before you could stop it, the ache between your legs too much to ignore. Frustration flared hot in your chest, but you couldnât look away from the sight in front of you â Shigaraki, the leader of the League of Villains, wrecked and trembling under Todorokiâs mouth, and Dabi himself, so smug and methodical as he sucked his boyfriend off.
âAssholes,â you muttered under your breath, though your voice lacked any real venom. Giving in, your hand drifted down between your thighs, your fingers brushing over your slick folds. A sharp inhale left you as you began to rub lazy, teasing circles against your clit, your gaze fixed on them as if the sight alone might bring you release.
There was something maddeningly hot about the way Dabi could so easily dominate Shigaraki â about how quickly the sharp edges of the most powerful man softened under Touyaâs touch.
How the hell had it come to this? You barely remembered. The whiskey at the club burned as it came back to you, their teasing words, the way Dabi and Shiggy had leaned close to murmur threats into your ear if you didnât follow them. A shiver ran through you at the memory, though whether it was fear or excitement, you couldnât tell.
What you did know was that this â this night, this wild chaos â was unlike anything youâd ever experienced. It was raw and humiliating, your body used and claimed by two men who couldnât care less about your dignity. And yet, you were dripping for them, your fingers already working faster as you squirmed on the bed, watching the two men you couldnât get enough of.
Your body quivered, breath ragged as you bit your lip, already desperate for more. One thing was certain: you didnât care how you ended up here. All you could think about was how much you wanted them inside you â both of them â until you forgot your own name.
And judging by the way Dabiâs eyes flicked toward you, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across his face as he pulled off Shigarakiâs cock with a sinful pop, they werenât done with you yet. âLook at her,â Dabi drawled, voice thick with amusement as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. âCouldnât handle being left alone for five minutes. Such a needy little shit.â
Shigarakiâs head lolled to the side, his crimson eyes barely focused but sharp enough to catch the way your fingers moved between your thighs. âSo fucking needy.â
Dabi grinned and pushed Shiggyâs cock past his lips again. Dabi worked Shigarakiâs cock with an eager, unrelenting rhythm, his mouth gliding along the length in sloppy, wet strokes that filled the room with the most obscene, filthy sounds youâd ever heard. His lips stretched wide, dragging over every vein, his tongue teasing mercilessly as he sucked in earnest, loud and unapologetic, his turquoise eyes never left Shigarakiâs face.
With a sharp pop, Dabi pulled off, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to Shigarakiâs throbbing shaft. He tilted his head, eyes glinting, before he tilted his mouth horizontally, wrapping his lips along the sensitive side of Shigarakiâs cock. His movements turned fast â up and down, slicking him completely with spit that glistened in the dim light of the room.
âFuckââ Shigaraki hissed, his voice cracking with the effort to keep his composure, but Dabi wasnât done. He slid further down, taking one of Shigarakiâs balls into his mouth, sucking and rolling it against his tongue, his hands working the rest of his boyfriendâs shaft in time with his mouth.
The control didnât last long. Shigarakiâs breaths turned ragged, his hips twitching with the need to chase release, and within seconds, he snapped â his cock jerking in Dabiâs hand as he came, hard and sudden.
Thick ropes of cum spurted forward, hitting Dabiâs face in messy streaks.Â
Shigaraki groaned through gritted teeth, his body trembling as the last of his release spattered across Dabiâs scarred chin and nose.
Touya sat back slowly, his expression smug as he swiped his tongue across his lip, unbothered by the mess dripping down his face. âDidnât think youâd lose it that fast, Shig,â he mused, his tone laced with a teasing drawl. âGuess Iâm just that good, huh?â
Shigarakiâs red eyes burned into him, his breath still heavy as he scowled faintly. âShut up, Todoroki.â
Dabi just grinned, licking his fingers clean as he savored every last drop of Tomuraâs cum. âWhatever you say, boss.â
It was when their attention returned to you.
âYou should fuck her,â Touya pointed out, glaring at Shigaraki, his tone lazy yet deliberate, as if offering the most obvious suggestion in the world. âLook at her â sheâs trembling. Canât fucking wait to have her needy little cunt stuffed full of your dick.â
Shigaraki shivered at the words, his red eyes darkening as he raked his gaze over you. A shudder ran through his body, his voice a breathless rasp as he muttered, âIâm overstimulated. You go first. Itâll be even better when I take her after youâve filled her needy cunt with your hot cum.â
The way they spoke about you, as if you werenât even there â like you were some object to pass between them â made your stomach twist and a shiver race down your spine. You clenched your thighs instinctively, but the heat pooling low in your belly was unstoppable.
Dabi, lying back next to Shigaraki on the bed, gestured lazily with two fingers. âCâmere, whore. Straddle me.â
âIâm not a whore,â you reminded him once again with a frown crossing your forehead. âYeah, yeah, whatever,â Todoroki growled back.
The command was all you needed, your body moving instinctively to obey. You climbed over him, settling your knees on either side of his hips, your trembling hands already reaching for his cock. He was rock hard again, pulsing and ready for you, and you dragged him along your slit, teasing both yourself and him as the head of his cock glided through your slick folds.
Dabiâs patience, however, was notoriously thin. His large hands suddenly gripped your waist, and before you could react, he pushed you down onto him with one firm thrust.
You cried out as he impaled you, the stretch of his cock filling you completely and stealing the air from your lungs.
âFuck, youâre so fucking wet and tight,â Touya growled, his voice low and guttural as his fingers dug into your flesh. His hips shifted slightly, grinding into you to pull another broken moan from your lips. âYouâre squeezing me so tight.â
Above him, you clung to his chest, nails scraping lightly over the healthy patches of skin as your body adjusted to the sudden fullness.Â
Dabi didnât give you a chance to catch your breath though; his hips rolled beneath you with slow, intentional force, and the pressure made your head spin.
âDonât stop,â Shigaraki muttered, his voice strained as he watched you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. âKeep going. I want to see her fall apart on you before I take my turn.â The man of course was jerking himself.
Dabiâs lips curled into a grin, his eyes gleaming with that signature cruelty as he tilted his head to look up at you. âHear that, doll? Youâd better give us a good show.â
His hips snapped up suddenly, and you cried out again, the room filling with the sound of skin meeting skin and the broken moans spilling uncontrollably from your lips.Â
Your eyes fluttered shut, head tilting back toward the ceiling as Touyaâs hands worked over you, rough and greedy. His scarred fingers pinched and kneaded your breasts, each tug on your sensitive nipples sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. His heated gaze stayed fixed on you â on the slow, mesmerizing roll of your hips as you started grinding your pelvis against him, dragging your slick pussy over the massive length of his cock.
âFuck, just like that,â Touya praised, his voice gravelly and strained, though he made no move to stop you. His cock pressed against your entrance, teasing you, every shift of your hips making him twitch and pulse in response.Â
A pure bliss overtook your features.
When you placed your hands flat on his scarred chest, steadying yourself, he let you take control, his pale cerulean eyes narrowing with dark satisfaction.Â
You began to move faster â hips gliding forward and back, dragging his thick cock up through your folds, almost slipping it out before grinding back down to bury him deep inside you. The friction burned deliciously, and the sound of his low groans only spurred you on.
Opening your eyes, you locked gazes with him as you picked up the pace, your movements sharp and purposeful. Without breaking a sweat, you rode him hard â bouncing on his cock with quick, fluid movements that had him pressing deeper, hitting that spongy spot inside you over and over again. The mattress beneath you creaked in protest.
Touyaâs lips curled into a wicked grin, clearly pleased with your display, but he was never one to let you feel too triumphant. With a sudden shift, he reached up and wrapped one large, scarred hand around your throat. His grip was firm â tight enough to steal a fraction of your air, to make you lightheaded and needy as his rough thumb pressed against your pulse point. âYeah, thatâs it,â he rasped, voice low and dark, his eyes drinking in every reaction you gave him.Â
Your whine came out broken and pitiful, a sound that only spurred you to ride him faster, harder, your body slamming down onto his cock with a desperation that left you trembling. You knew you had to work hard to be able to breathe again.
Before you could think, another touch joined the chaos. From the side, Shigarakiâs pale fingers pressed roughly against your clit. He rubbed in firm, purposeful circles, coaxing you closer to the edge before landing a few sharp slaps to your sensitive, swollen bud.
âMessy little thing, arenât you?â Shigaraki muttered, his voice gruff and mocking. He trailed his fingers lower, gathering the juices that had spilled out of you, smirking as he scooped up some of it. With a satisfied hum, he sat back slightly, spreading the slick over his cock with slow, intended movements. His hand glided easily along the long length of his shaft now, each stroke lazy as he watched you. âMake him cum in your cunt finally.â
Dabiâs grip on your throat finally loosened, though the sight of you gasping for air, eyes glazed and lips parted, was enough to make his cock twitch. As much as he loved watching you struggle, he didnât want to break his favorite toy.
âFuck, youâre a mess,â he uttered, a dark smirk curling his lips as one scarred hand slid up to cradle your cheek. His other arm snaked around your lower back, locking you against him with ease. Before you could catch your breath, he drove his hips up sharply, forcing you to cry out as his thick cock filled your aching pussy to the brim. âFeel that?â Dabi taunted, his voice low and teasing as he set a ruthless rhythm.Â
Your body rocked with each brutal thrust, the sound of his balls slapping against you echoing obscenely through the room. âTight, little thing can barely take me.â
Your mouth fell open reflexively, head lolling back as the relentless pace had you seeing stars.Â
Dabiâs grip on you tightened as his thrusts grew sharper, harder, forcing you to take every inch of him. Sweat began to bead along both your bodies, the heat of it all adding to the haze of pleasure clouding your mind.
Then he shifted, pulling you down until your chest met his, your chin resting over his scarred shoulder. Both of his arms caged you in, holding you flush to him as his hips began pounding up at an impossible speed.Â
Your breath came out in ragged pants directly into his ear, your whines growing louder, more desperate. âAhhâ Touya⊠Iâm gonnaââ you whimpered, voice trembling as your entire body started to quake. âIâm gonnaââ
âCum,â he growled into your ear, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe as his hips snapped upward mercilessly.
With a sharp gasp, you came undone, a broken moan ripping from your throat as your pussy clenched down around him, milking his cock with every pulse of your release. You lolled your head back to lower it and rest your forehead against the crook of his neck. âFuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god, yes!â You cried, the words dissolving into a long, drawn-out moan as waves of pleasure crashed over your being.
Dabi hissed through his teeth, sweat dripping down his temple as he fucked you through your orgasm, refusing to let go. The slick, obscene sounds of skin meeting skin grew louder, wetter, as he chased his high.
And then it happened â your body, overstimulated and writhing, couldnât hold back anymore. You screamed his name as you squirted, a torrent of juices splashing over Dabiâs abs and thighs.
âFuck! Look at you,â Dabi chuckled darkly, his voice strained as he watched you, his teeth clenched hard. He delivered a sharp slap to your cheek, the sting sending a jolt through your already-sensitive body. âDirty little whore. Look what youâve done.â
With a final, deep thrust, his cock twitched violently inside you, and he let out a guttural groan as he came. Hot ropes of cum spilled into your soaked pussy, the sensation making you shudder, trembling from head to toe as you wrapped your arm around his neck, hugging him as tightly as you could.
For a moment, you waited for him to push you off â but he didnât.Â
Instead, Dabiâs arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you closer as he pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple. âYou did oh so well, doll.â
You barely had time to catch your breath before Shigarakiâs gravelly voice broke the moment. âMy turn.â
Reluctantly, you pushed yourself up, Dabiâs hands steadying you as you moved. His release, mixed with yours, dripped shamelessly down your inner thighs and onto the sheets, staining them in messy evidence of your debauchery.
âOn all fours,â Shigaraki ordered coldly.
Your body obeyed instinctively, trembling slightly as you got into position. Shigaraki knelt behind you, his pale hands spreading the cheeks of your ass as his crimson eyes drank in the view of your pussy entrance clenching around nothing, missing the contact. With a low curse, he spat directly onto the valley between your cheeks, watching the saliva trail down over your puckered hole and toward your slick, used entrance.
âStay still,â Tomura warned, the tip of his cock sliding through the mess heâd created. He dragged it deliberately, spreading the wetness across both openings before aligning himself. Without another word, he pushed in, forcing his length into your soaked cunt in one slow, steady stroke. âFuck! So warm,â he applauded, his voice heavy with hunger as he sank his cock to the hilt. âAnd still so fucking tight. Câmere,â Shigaraki called, turning his head to Dabi, who was still sprawled beside you, watching the scene with an air of smug satisfaction.Â
Touya didnât hesitate, moving closer as Shigaraki grabbed his jaw roughly and tilted his head, pulling the scarred man into a messy, sloppy kiss.
Dabi growled against Tomuraâs mouth but let him take control.Â
Their tongues clashed, heated and unrestrained, while Shigarakiâs hips slammed into you from behind. The combined sound of their heavy breathing, and the wet slap of Shigarakiâs thrusts filled the room entirely.
Your body rocked forward under Shigarakiâs relentless pace. You sneaked a hand between your trembling thighs to rub your clitoris and move your fingers further to spread your entrance more. The feeling was deliciously good, and you moaned like a whore when your pussy clenched fitfully.
âShit,â Shigaraki rasped, breaking the kiss long enough to groan, âyouâre gonna squeeze me dry if you keep that up.â Tomuraâs gloved hand tangled into your hair, tugging harshly and smashing your head down onto the mattress. The movement was rough, his grip unyielding as he bent you forward to angle himself deeper inside you.Â
A strangled gasp left your lips, your body arching instinctively as he adjusted his stance, burying his cock to the hilt with a single thrust.
Smack.
The sound echoed through the room as his palm connected with the curve of your ass, the sharp sting blooming into warmth almost instantly. âStay still,â he rasped, his voice hoarse and low. Red prints of his hands marked your skin, glowing against your plushy flesh.
You cried out, fists clenching tightly into the sheets as Tomura gripped your waist, holding you in place. His thrusts grew brutal and relentless, hips snapping against yours in a rhythm that bordered on feral. Each movement dragged him against every ridge of your walls, your pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, the friction overwhelming.
Tomuraâs gaze dropped to where your ass pressed back against him, mesmerized by the way your body swallowed him whole. The tremors that coursed through you only spurred him on, his cock throbbing as he leaned forward. His mouth found your neck, trailing hot, sloppy kisses between your shoulder blades and up behind your ear.Â
His breathing grew heavier, more ragged, and within moments, you felt the twitch of his cock inside you. Tomura groaned, pulling out abruptly, the tip of his length gleaming and oozing precum. âSuck,â Shigaraki ordered, voice sharp but breathless as he looked at Dabi.
Touya â whoâd been lounging with that ever-present, pervert smirk â sat up at the command, eyes flicking to you before sliding to Tomuraâs dick. Without protest, Dabi knelt and leaned forward, wrapping his lips around Tomuraâs leaking cock with deliberate ease.Â
Tomuraâs head fell back briefly, a hiss escaping his lips.
While Dabi worked his boyfriend, his hand snaked between your legs, two long fingers sinking into your soaked cunt. His digits thrust into you with a lazy, calculated pace at first, the slick sound of your arousal driving him wild. The movement of his hand sent splashes of your wetness dripping onto the sheets below, a testament to just how far gone you were.
It didnât take long for Tomura to lose patience. His hand shot to Dabiâs hair, yanking him off his cock with a wet pop. âEnough,â the leader growled, before guiding himself back into you with a single, unforgiving thrust. The force knocked the breath from your lungs as he picked up a wild, punishing pace.
Your body trembled beneath him, overstimulated and unable to do anything but take what he gave you.Â
Tomuraâs nails dug into your hips, his low moans mingling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. His pace faltered as his cock twitched, his release barreling toward him. âFuckââ Shigaraki snarled, thrusting into you one last time, as deep as he could go. His body shuddered violently as he came, spilling himself inside you in thick, hot pulses. He stayed there for a moment, grinding his hips to push every drop deeper in your pussy before finally collapsing against you, his breaths heavy and ragged.
You slumped onto the mattress, your limbs weak and spent, but Tomura wasnât done admiring his work. He withdrew slowly, watching intently as his cum â white, and thick â began to trickle from your overstimulated, reddened cunt. The sight alone made him groan softly, his fingers spreading you apart to see the mess heâd left behind. He licked his lips; the thought of his cum being so easily mixed with your and Dabiâs releases drove him crazy. âLooks good on you,â Shigaraki chuckled, dark and satisfied.
You didnât have the strength to answer, so you moaned quietly.
âDo you think about the same thing I do?â Dabi asked Tomura, his voice low and deliberate as his scarred hand kneaded the soft flesh of your ass, fingers sinking into it with casual possessiveness.
Shigaraki, kneeling behind you, dragged his palm lazily up and down the length of his cock, thumb teasing over the tip. He licked his chapped lips, hesitant. âYeah, but⊠Iâm not sure if sheâs loosened up enough.â His voice wavered faintly, rough and uncertain. âI donât wanna hurt her.â
âTsk.â Dabi clicked his tongue in irritation, his free hand coming down hard on your ass with a sharp slap that made you yelp and jolt forward. The sting and print of his unnaturally warm hand bloomed across your skin. âSheâs unbreakable. Ainât that right, Amoria?â he added, using the name of your quirk as a pet name.
Your body perked up at the sound of his voice, though you turned your head to glance over your shoulder at him with a tired but questioning look. âMhm?â
Dabiâs grin widened, a wicked gleam in his pale turquoise eyes. âWe wanna try something new. Something your beloved ex probably wouldnât have let you do. You up for it?â
Even through the haze of exhaustion, you found yourself nodding eagerly, curiosity outweighing fatigue as you slowly sat up. âSure. What is it?â
Dabi scoffed, shooting Shigaraki a smug look. âTold ya,â he noted before his gaze fell back to you, his voice softening slightly. âHave you ever had your cunt stuffed with two cocks at the same time?â
Your eyes widened, the question hitting you like a bolt of electricity. You shook your head slowly.
âWanna try it?â He phrased it like a challenge.
You rubbed your palms against your knees after sitting on them, glancing between the two men before smiling faintly. âWhat doesnât kill me makes me stronger, I guessâŠâ
âThatâs the attitude,â Dabi murmured, his grin stretching wider.
Without another word, Dabi lay back against the bed, dragging you with him until you were straddling his hips again. His cock â thick, hard, and begging to be stuffed in your warm cunt yet again â throbbed against your swollen slit, which still ached from earlier. He grabbed your waist, guiding you down onto him with little patience, groaning as he sank back into your warmth. âFuckâŠâ Dabi hissed, his head pressing into the pillow as he felt how easily you took him again. His cock slid inside your stretched-out entrance, and he smirked darkly as he felt Shigarakiâs cum leaking out of your slit, flowing over his erection, slick and hot. âSee that, Shigs? The slut's so fucking loose. Youâre good to go.â
Shigaraki didnât need to be told twice. He nodded curtly, shuffling closer to get into position behind you. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he adjusted himself. One of his palms slid along the curve of your ass, and he delivered a quick, stinging slap that left you whining softly.
âRelax,â Shigaraki muttered, though his own breathing had grown uneven. With a rough groan, he began pressing himself against your already stuffed cunt, his long, slender cock sliding slowly alongside Dabiâs.Â
The stretch was immediate, sharp and overwhelming as your walls struggled to accommodate the added girth.
âFuck, sheâs tight now,â Shigaraki growled under his breath, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back.
âYeah?â Dabi sneered, though his voice was breathy with his own pleasure. He shifted slightly beneath you, adjusting his angle so you were forced to take more of him. âTold ya she could handle it. Sheâs tougher than she looks.â
Neither of them seemed to mind the friction where their cocks pressed together, filling you completely. In fact, it only made them more eager.Â
The combined stretch sent you reeling, tears pricking your eyes as they started moving â slow at first, then building in rhythm, a perfectly matched pace that had you gasping for air.
âShit⊠look at ya,â Dabi stated, his voice low and hungry as he dragged you down against his scarred chest. His long fingers tilted your chin up until your face hovered just above his. His tongue darted out, running lazily up your cheek to taste the salt of your sweat and tears. âYou look fucking ruined, doll. You like this, huh?â
Your only response was a broken moan and eager nod of your head, your body trembling as you tried to hold yourself up while they worked you over.Â
Behind you, Shigarakiâs nails dug into your hips, his restraint slipping with every thrust. âSheâs soâ Fuck!â Full,â Shigaraki rasped, his voice cracking slightly as he buried himself deeper.
âYeah, no shit,â Dabi grunted beneath you, his smirk never fading. âYou better keep up, Shigs. Canât let me outdo you, now, can we?â
The two of them moved in perfect rhythm, their thrusts syncing to a punishing pace that left you helpless and whining in their hold.Â
Dabiâs chest rumbled with laughter as he watched your face twist with pleasure, more tears spilling down your flushed cheeks, every broken sound you made only fueling him further. âGood girl,â Dabi murmured finally, his voice dark and satisfied. âSuch a good, little pet.â
At that point, you were completely incapable of forming coherent words. Your mouth fell open, spilling nothing but broken moans, tiny strings of saliva, and strangled cries as they both relentlessly tore into you, their thrusts striking every sensitive, sweet spot deep within your pulsing, velvety walls. The pleasure was unbearable â overwhelming to the point that you felt yourself drifting off, your mind teetering on the edge of oblivion.
A sharp slap brought you back.
Dabiâs scarred hand cracked against your cheek, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to jolt you awake, his azure eyes narrowed. âEyes open, doll. Youâre not tapping out yet,â he growled.
Behind you, Tomura delivered another sharp smack â this time to your ass. âDonât you dare pass out,â the leader hissed, his voice raspy as his nails dug into the soft flesh of your hips.
The two men fucked you mercilessly, their cocks stretching you to your absolute limit as they plunged into your dripping cunt, their movements fierce and unrelenting. Your entire body trembled from overstimulation, every nerve ending alive and alight, your pussy clenching uncontrollably around them. It was maddening, beyond anything youâd ever felt â pure, unadulterated bliss mixed with the sharp edge of being completely, utterly used.Â
âLook at her,â Dabi murmured through gritted teeth, his smirk curling at the edges as his thrusts grew sloppier. âSheâs fucking gone, Tomu. You feel that? Sheâs throbbing around us like sheâs about to break again.â
Tomura let out a growl of agreement, his pace turning frantic as he rutted his dick into you, the slick sound of their cocks rubbing against each other within your tight, soaked walls driving him wild. âSheâs perfect,â he rasped, his crimson eyes wild with lust.
You couldnât hold back â couldnât stop yourself as the climax built and crested like a tidal wave, ripping through your body with unforgiving force. You screamed â a raw, desperate sound â as your abused pussy spasmed violently around them, the overwhelming pleasure forcing tears to slip down your flushed cheeks.
But they didnât stop.
Over the next several minutes, they continued to fuck into you without mercy, their movements relentless even as your body twitched and jerked in oversensitive ecstasy. Their cocks slid into your overstimulated, reddened cunt, rubbing against each other with every brutal thrust, the friction pulling deep groans and grunts from their throats.
Dabi was the first to snap.
You felt it â a sudden stretch as he buried himself to the hilt, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix in a way that had you sobbing. He cursed under his breath, his body tensing as his shaft twitched violently, pumping hot, thick spurts of cum deep inside you. The warmth bloomed within your core, unnatural and heavy, his groaned âFuck, thatâs itâŠâ echoing in your ears.
Tomura followed moments later. He threw his head back with a ragged yell, his fingers bruising your hips as he came hard again, emptying his balls inside you in thick, pulsing waves. âTake it, take it! Take it, you filthy little cunt,â he choked out, a string of curses tumbling from his chapped lips as he pushed in as far as he could go. His release shot deep, mixing with Dabiâs until it overflowed from your ruined cunt, spilling in hot rivulets down your trembling thighs.
The sensation of being stuffed so full â of their seed mixing and dripping from your stretched, abused pussy â pushed you over the edge once again. Another orgasm tore through you, sudden and brutal, making you squirt violently around their still-hard cocks. A choked cry escaped you before your mind finally went blank.
The world dimmed at the edges, your body completely, utterly spent. As your consciousness slipped away, the last thing you registered was Dabiâs voice â low, dark, and smug â murmuring, âLooks like we broke her, Tomura.â
A soft chuckle followed before everything went black.
Tomura pulled out of you slowly, his cock slick and throbbing as he stroked himself a few more times, riding out the last shudders of his release. With a low, satisfied groan, he collapsed beside Dabi, his chest heaving as his body finally gave in to exhaustion.
Dabi shot him a sidelong glance, already sprawled comfortably on the bed like he owned it. âMove over, Shigs,â he muttered, voice low and gravelly, though there was no real bite to his words. âMake some room for her.â
Tomura grumbled something under his breath but obeyed, shifting further to the side. With that, Touya carefully pushed you off his cock, his movements surprisingly gentle despite his usual rough demeanor. He shifted you between them, taking care to ease your limp body into the space theyâd made. His scarred hand slipped beneath your head, lifting it just enough to place you onto one of the pillows. Dabi hovered for a moment, watching your flushed face as you drifted off, spent and serene. Your lips were parted, and you were breathing heavily, yet you looked as peaceful as if youâd merely fallen asleep after a long day.
Tomura watched the scene in silence, his red eyes narrowing with faint curiosity. It wasnât often he saw Todoroki like this â so still, so intent. There was something rare in the way Touya looked at you, something bordering on concern. It tugged at something unfamiliar in Tomuraâs chest, though he quickly brushed the feeling off. Breaking the quiet, he reached out, his gloved fingers brushing along Dabiâs scarred cheek. âYou were fucking awesome,â Tomura rasped, a crooked smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
Touyaâs lip curled upward into a smug, familiar grin, the cockiness returning to his expression like a reflex. âYeah? I know. So were you, Shigs,â he replied, his voice smooth with praise and self-satisfaction. âYouâve got an eye, Iâll give you that. Thought this one would be another shy little thing to fuck but turns out, we found ourselves a damn sex machine.â
Tomura chuckled darkly, resting back against the bed. âWe did. And her quirkâŠâ He trailed off, tilting his head as if replaying the events in his mind. âItâs fucking awesome. Iâve never felt so powerful in my entire life â like I could destroy anything just with a glance.â
Dabi hummed in agreement, propping himself up on his left elbow and letting his cheek rest in his palm. âSame here,â he admitted, voice softer now, though the sly smirk remained. His gaze flickered back to your sleeping form. âPity, though, the cunt works for that old fucking bastard.â
âNot necessarily,â Tomura countered, his tone sharper, more thoughtful. His red eyes gleamed with intent as his mind turned over possibilities. âThat might be one of her most valuable assets for us. We can use her â turn her into our spy. With her in our pocket, weâll always be a step ahead of the fucking heroes. It will help us win the war.â
The suggestion hung heavy in the air. Dabi fell quiet, his grin fading as he considered Tomuraâs words. His eyes lingered on you for a long moment, the weight of the choice settling over him.
Tomura tilted his head, watching his boyfriend with mild amusement. âYou know Iâm right,â he declared, the certainty in his voice absolute.
After a beat of silence, Touya sighed through his nose, a reluctant smirk curling back onto his lips. âYeah, you might be onto something,â he muttered, the faintest hint of admiration coloring his tone.
âI like how youâre using the name of her quirk as a nickname,â Tomura remarked, his voice low and amused as he reached out, brushing a tangled strand of hair off your cheek with surprising gentleness.
Touya let out a quiet chuckle. âYeah,â he drawled, his lips tugging into a smug grin. âSuits her, doesnât it?â
Between them, you slept soundly, unaware of the plotting, of their voices weaving around you like a web â one you might never escape.
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Your Touch
Ghost x Reader
Ghost likes getting his back rubbed at night.
SFW, Extreme Fluff, Back Rubs, Cuddles, Pre-established Relationship, Hurt and Comfort, Touch-Starved!Ghost, Ghost is soft and vulnerable in this, Drabble, Scarcely Proofread
How about some fluff amidst all the smut I've been working on. đ
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"I don't quite know how to ask this, but..."
Simon's eyes dipped down quickly from yours, back towards the ceiling, a sudden rush of shyness and vulnerability running through this large, deadly man like a tidal wave. Once a suitable amount of seconds had passed, he turned his body to face you, the entire bed shifting against his form and tugging at the covers.
"...Could you rub me?"
Your lips curve into a crooked and playful smile as you turn on the bed to face him, your hands resting comfortably sandwiched between your head and your pillow.
"Rub you?" You say, fingers playfully beginning to sift through the covers towards his lower half. "Your wish is my command, Si'."
Your hands have just reached the waistband of his sweatpants when you suddenly feel a strong grip gently take hold over your wrist.
You hesitate at first, immediately fearful that you've suddenly overstepped a boundary or done something wrong; since beginning your relationship with Simon, you've done the most to be respectful of his pace. If he wished you to stop then you would, no questions asked. But you catch his eyes -- dark brown orbs half-lidded and wavering. You knew this had been something else.
He could have you continue; go on with feeling your skin slide against his before you've found the better parts of him you'd been yearning for. Have your small fingers dance and tug at him until you've pulled the night-time exhaustion he'd been looking for out of him. He could have that happen and have no complaints at all. He knows he always could.
And yet he holds your hand back, keeping your touch as far away as his brooding gaze had suddenly become.
"Not that," he says. "Not tonight at least, love. I meant rub me like..."
Like the first night you ever rubbed him. A night spent longer than most together in bed wrapped in one another's arms. Your breathing was a soft tune his ears could follow along to as he rested, your arms better than any blanket he could have.
As he laid on top of you, an innocent gesture on his part, your hand slipped beneath his shirt. Before long he had felt your fingers softly glide over the most neglected parts of his back, tracing small lines and circles.
Touch never came gentle to Simon; it has always been a sick and harmful thing. To feel a touch now so sweet and with care, without even having to ask, the man had felt unworthy by nature. And mostly he had felt sorrow, in many degrees beyond its own self.Â
If this is what a loving touch had truly felt like -- like safety and peace -- it turned his stomach at times to be aware that he never felt such a thing in his life until now. Not from anyone beyond his mother. A short-lived time that left as quickly as it remained. But nothing had been this. He knew that the moment he felt you.
He remembers not wanting that night to ever end. And he remembers how fast it had put him to sleep as well. Since that day he's silently enjoyed your hands running against him innocently, never quite finding the strength to ask you outright to do it more often until now.Â
What had made tonight different, he couldn't say. But even now, with your hands in his, patiently listening to him, he just wanted you to touch him more. Extend your body out to him and remind him of his own humanity.
"I don't know how to describe it..." Simon says, though he'd partly been lying. Â He could describe in full detail what he wanted if it didn't make him feel so frail doing so.
But you smile, seeing the bashful glint in his brown eyes and understanding the man's hesitancy to be more upfront. "I understand."
You slip your hand from him and gently curve it over his body beneath the covers, scooting your way over until your short arms finally manage to reach his back.Â
Your fingers gently comb over his skin, grazing him faintly with your nails, as you've begun to let your hand trails up his spine from the lower half of his back all the way up to the base of his neck. You let your finger pass each link of his spine beneath his skin, feeling the goosebumps you had risen over his entire body.Â
Simon lets out a gruff groan and sinks into your arms, letting his head begin to nuzzle into your chest, and giving you a better angle to rub him. "You're too good to me love," he says.Â
His continued little adjustments only make you laugh. "It's the least I can do for you, Simon."
A/N: I'm participating in Kinktober somewhat, but I might mix in more fluff and angst pieces as well. Just to throw in some variety ^^
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"The Weight of His Words"
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader
Genre: steamy, fluff, 18+
Warnings: kissing, steamy kissing, hotch calling reader a good girl
Words: 1.7k
Summary: Hotch giving reader some compliments and one gets her all flustered...
Being in the BAU taught you to thrive under pressure, but nothing compared to the pressure of working under Aaron Hotchner. His commanding presence, razor-sharp focus, and quiet authority were enough to make anyone falterâespecially you. He wasnât intimidating in the typical way, but in how effortlessly he commanded respect and attention. Every time his dark eyes locked on you, steady and unyielding, it felt like your entire body was under his scrutiny.
And maybe that was the problem. Youâd spent too much time noticing the man behind the badge: the soft-spoken leader who was fiercely protective of his team, the rare smiles that lit up his face when he thought no one was watching, the low, rumbling voice that made your stomach twist whenever he said your name.
Unfortunately, your growing attraction to your boss wasnât something you could afford to entertain. So, you buried itâdeep enough to function professionally, but never quite deep enough to forget.
But today was testing every ounce of self-control you had.
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The team had just wrapped up a grueling case involving an elusive kidnapper. Everyone was running on fumes, but youâd been the one to track down the critical lead that led to the unsubâs capture. As the team regrouped at the precinct to finalize reports, you could feel Hotchâs gaze on you.
âGood work today,â heâd said earlier, his voice low but warm. That alone had been enough to make your cheeks flush.
Now, as you typed up the last details of your report, you caught him watching you again. His expression was unreadable, as always, but there was something in his eyesâsomething that made your stomach flip.
âY/N,â he said, his voice cutting through the din of the precinct.
You looked up, heart skipping a beat. âYes, sir?â
âCan I see you for a moment?â
Your pulse quickened, but you nodded, standing and following him into one of the side offices. He closed the door behind you, the quiet click of the lock making the small room feel suddenly smaller.
âEverything okay?â you asked, trying to sound calm.
âYes,â he said, his tone reassuring. âI just wanted to talk to you about your work today.â
Your heart sank. âDid I miss something?â
He frowned, shaking his head. âNot at all. In fact, itâs the opposite.â
âOh.â Relief flooded through you, but it was quickly replaced by confusion.
âYou were exceptional today,â he said, stepping closer. âThat lead you followedâit was exactly what we needed. I wanted to make sure you knew how much it contributed to the case.â
His praise hit you like a tidal wave, and you tried to school your expression, but it was no use. You felt your cheeks warm, your breath hitching as he took another step closer.
âThank you,â you managed to say, your voice softer than you intended.
âGood girl,â he said, his voice dropping an octave.
The words sent a jolt through you, and your entire body went still.
âSomething wrong?â he asked, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.
âN-no,â you stammered, though your cheeks were burning.
âYouâre blushing,â he observed, tilting his head.
âIâm not,â you lied, even though the heat in your face betrayed you.
âYou are,â he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
The sight of him almost smilingâespecially at your expenseâmade your heart race. You looked away, desperate to escape his gaze.
âI didnât mean to make you uncomfortable,â he said, his voice softer now.
âIâm not uncomfortable,â you blurted out, though it came out more like a squeak.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. âNo?â
âNo,â you said quickly, forcing yourself to meet his gaze.
âGood,â he said simply, and that damn phrase sent another wave of heat rushing through you.
You tried to focus, tried to keep your breathing steady, but the intensity in his gaze was unraveling you.
âYou donïżœïżœt give yourself enough credit,â he said, taking another step closer. âThe way you think, the way you workâyouâre one of the best. And Iâm not just saying that.â
âHotch, Iââ
âYouâre remarkable,â he interrupted, his voice firm but warm. âI hope you know that.â
Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt the walls around you closing inânot from fear, but from the sheer force of his presence.
âIâthank you,â you managed, though your voice was barely above a whisper.
He studied you for a long moment, and you could feel your resolve crumbling under the weight of his gaze.
âYouâre doubting yourself again,â he said, his voice dropping lower.
âIâm notââ
âYou are,â he said gently. âBut you donât need to. Youâre a good girl, Y/N.â
The words hit you like a physical blow, and you felt your knees go weak. You gripped the edge of the desk behind you, trying to steady yourself as your mind raced.
âIââ You couldnât form a coherent sentence, let alone a denial.
His lips quirked into a faint smile, and he stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours. âDid I catch you off guard?â
You nodded, unable to trust your voice.
He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. âI didnât mean to.â
âYou justââ You shook your head, your cheeks still burning.
âJust what?â he asked, his tone teasing now.
âYou canât say things like that,â you blurted out.
âWhy not?â he asked, his voice calm but curious.
âBecauseââ You bit your lip, struggling to find the right words. âBecause itâs⊠distracting.â
His eyebrows lifted slightly, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something in his eyesâsomething that made your pulse quicken even more.
âDistracting?â he repeated, his voice laced with amusement.
âYes,â you said, your voice sharper than you intended.
âHmm,â he hummed, stepping even closer.
You sucked in a breath, your heart pounding as he reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek. The touch was light, tentative, but it sent a shiver down your spine.
âYouâre remarkable,â he said again, his voice barely above a whisper. âAnd I mean that.â
You felt your resolve snap. âHotch, Iââ
âCall me Aaron,â he interrupted, his voice low and commanding.
The sound of his name on his lips sent a thrill through you, and before you could second-guess yourself, you surged forward, closing the distance between you.
The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if both of you were testing the waters. But then his hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, and the floodgates opened.
His lips moved against yours with a fervor that made your head spin, and you couldnât stop the small gasp that escaped you. One of his hands slid to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss.
You clung to him, your fingers gripping the front of his suit jacket as the world around you faded away.
When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathing hard, and his forehead rested against yours.
âThat wasâŠâ You trailed off, your mind still reeling.
âAmazing,â he finished, his voice rough but steady.
You smiled, your cheeks still flushed. âYeah. Amazing.â
He chuckled softly, his fingers brushing against your cheek. âGood girl,â he murmured, his voice low and intimate.
You groaned, burying your face in his chest as he laughed quietly. âYouâre never going to let me live that down, are you?â
âNot a chance,â he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
And honestly, you didnât mind one bit.
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I want to talk about a kind of troubling reaction I've been seeing to both Apology Tour and Ghostfuckers among parts of the fandom. The person is usually a reaction youtuber but sometimes someone writing on tumblr or twitter. They say something along the lines of "oh, I'm glad Blitz is being forced to confront his crimes/traumas/pain. This is the only way he will finally heal."
That's not how healing works.
I know that reaction youtubers don't always have the most developed takes because they're . . . you know . . . reacting in the moment. But I think it's still worth talking about.
I'm going set aside the people who seem to believe that Blitz needs to be punished for his crimes, and address those who genuinely think that getting a tidal wave of his own trauma in his face is what he needs to heal.
There's an attitude in contemporary culture that traumas are something people need to confront. As in, put on a brave face and dive in like a big boy. I blame capitalism, rugged individualism, and all the pieces of media that tie up a character's arc neatly by having them confront their darkest fears and insecurities. It can put a nice bow on things, but it isn't really how healing from trauma works.
Apology Tour:
Blitz gets confronted by a shit ton of people who hate him, at least some of whom are his exes, who he feels he's personally damaged. The decor and party games are all about killing and torturing him. Verosika confronts him about how much he hurt her. Oh, and then he sees the love of his life, who he's just recently pushed away, making out with another guy- proof, in his eyes, that Stolas is happier without him. And this all reflects the underlying fears he already has about who he is as a person (shown to us by Truth Seekers).
So what was the takeaway? Blitz came to the conclusion that he doesn't always want to be like this (good, but like . . . worth this much pain?). He flops on his steering wheel (relatable). He stops trying to reach out to Stolas (uh oh . . . ). He spends A MONTH spiraling in his own misery and making a mess of all aspects of his life until he's dragged out of it by a caring friend.
The party doesn't empower Blitz to change. It knocks him down and fucking traumatizes him (seriously, images of Stolas from the party show up later in his trauma reel) too much for him to be able to do actually work toward said change. I suspect that if left to his own devices, he would have kept spiraling for quite a while longer. It's one thing to want to change, and another to try to do so alone in the aftermath of a pile-on.
Ghostfuckers
After Blitz drags himself out of his hole of cheesy ice cream and despair to "play sex ghosts" (escapism, again, still knocked down by Apology Tour), infester demon Rolando picks him out as an easy target and assaults him, yes, assaults, with horrific images of his worst traumas and fears.
Not to state the obvious, but Rolando isn't interested in helping Blitz heal. He's trying to kill the guy. He wants to engulf Blitz in his trauma to the extent where he's consumed by it and loses the will to fight back. And as some excellent posts by others have pointed out already, he very likely would have succumbed if not for Millie's support.
Millie helps Blitz get through the onslaught by telling him about what makes him great and how he's improved her life and showing him love and care. And by literally beating the fucking infester out of him. Because there's someone in him who's hurting him, who's re-traumatizing him against his will. She takes him away from the reel of horrible memories.
So . . . do I think that confronting traumas can play a role in healing? Sure. But only if it's consensually (which neither of these situations are) and when the person trying to heal is ready. And most likely in small doses. No one's going and successfully confronting every horrible thing that's ever happened to them in one go.
And in my humble opinion, it's not going to work (for anyone, but especially not for Blitz) alone and without a healthy dose of kindness and compassion (both external and internal).
Blitz has a long road ahead of him toward healing, and it's going to be hard work on his part but also require love and support from the people in his life.
In a wonderful moment near the end of Ghosfuckers, Blitz and Millie work together to get Blitz's wrecked van unstuck and push it back through the portal into Hell. I love it because it's so simple and it kind of tells us everything we need to know. This sweet and salty gremlin has a lot of work ahead of him, but he doesn't have to do it alone.
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Soft Spot â Rafe Cameron
Requested by @a-j-stuffs
Summary: One wild summer night, a bonfire turns intense, shaking up the dynamic between you and your lifelong friend, Rafe Cameron. When things get out of hand, emotions spill over, and the bond youâve always shared starts to feel⊠different. As you deal with the fallout, layers you didnât know existed start peeling back, showing a side of Rafe you hadnât fully seen before. Itâs a mix of fear, loyalty, and something deeper brewing under the surface. What happens next makes you question everything about where the two of you really stand.
Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader
Warnings: profanities, violence, implied smut
The rivalry between the Kooks and Pogues was just part of life on the Outer Banks, but you had always thought it was ridiculous. Growing up as part of the Figure Eight elite came with its own perks and pressures, but you never saw yourself as better than anyone else. That mindset earned you side-eyes from both Kooks and Pogues, though you didnât care muchâespecially now that Sarah Cameronâs relationship with John B had brought you closer to the so-called enemy.
Still, your longest friendships were with the boys you grew up withâRafe Cameron, Topper Thornton, and Kelce. The trio had been a constant in your life since childhood. Even with their egos and bad decisions, you knew they had your back. Rafe especially had always been different with you. Your families were close, and that bond extended to the two of you. Beneath his rough edges and impulsive nature, Rafe was someone you trustedâa boy who seemed to turn into a better version of himself when you were around.
Tonightâs bonfire was supposed to be a distraction. The kind of wild, chaotic gathering where the lines between Kooks and Pogues blurred just enough for everyone to coexist. Sarah had convinced you to come, promising sheâd stick by your side.
âJust an hour,â sheâd said, grinning as she grabbed your hand and led you toward the glowing fire.
But Sarah had a habit of getting caught up in her own world, and the moment John B arrived, she was gone. You didnât mind at first. The air was warm, the music loud, and the fire crackled against the night sky. It was the kind of summer night that should have felt perfect.
Until he showed up.
The man wasnât someone you recognizedâtall, with a rough edge to his features and a sloppiness to his movements that screamed drunk. His clothes were Kook-preppy, but his demeanor was far from charming.
âHey, sweetheart,â he slurred, his grin too wide as he stepped into your space. âWhyâre you standing here all alone?â
You took a small step back, clutching your red Solo cup tighter. âIâm not alone,â you said evenly. âJust waiting for someone.â
âOh, yeah? Who?â he asked, swaying slightly but still managing to block your path.
You glanced around the crowd, hoping to spot someoneâanyoneâfamiliar. âMy friends,â you lied.
His grin twisted, and he leaned closer, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath. âCâmon, donât play hard to get. You donât have to pretend.â
âIâm not interested,â you said firmly, trying to step around him, but he grabbed your arm before you could.
His grip was rough, and it made your stomach drop. âDonât be like that,â he said, his voice darkening. âYouâre too pretty to be so cold.â
Your chest tightened. âLet go of me.â
The man didnât listen. Instead, he tightened his grip and pulled you closer, his other hand brushing against your shoulder. âRelax, Iâm not gonna hurt you.â
The lie shattered the moment he yanked you hard, his fingers digging into your arm. You stumbled, the pain sharp enough to make you cry out.
âStop!â you said, your voice cracking, but he ignored you.
The panic surged like a tidal wave, your breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. You tried to twist out of his grip, but he was too strong. His hand moved to your waist, and fear turned your legs to jelly.
âHEY!â
The shout came from behind you, and the man froze. You turned your head just enough to see Topper running toward you, his face a mix of shock and fury.
âGet your hands off her!â Topper bellowed, closing the distance in seconds.
The man released you abruptly, his grip leaving your arm throbbing. You stumbled backward, nearly falling before Topper caught you.
âStay here,â Topper said, his voice tight with anger as he turned and bolted back toward the fire.
Moments later, Rafe appeared, his eyes scanning the scene. When they landed on you, his expression changed. The anger in his face turned cold, deadly.
âWho?â he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
You didnât have to say anything. Rafeâs gaze shifted to the man, who was already trying to slink back into the crowd. Without another word, Rafe stormed toward him, his entire body radiating fury.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â Rafe growled, shoving the man hard.
The stranger stumbled, muttering something incoherent before straightening up. âItâs not a big deal, man,â he slurred. âSheâs just being a prude.â
The words barely left his mouth before Rafe swung. His fist connected with the manâs jaw, the force sending him to the ground.
âRafe, stop!â you screamed, your voice breaking, but he didnât hear you.
Rafe was on top of him, fists flying in a blur of rage. Each punch landed with a sickening crack, blood splattering against the sand.
âShe said no!â Rafe roared, his voice shaking with fury.
It took both Topper and Kelce to pull him off. Even then, Rafe fought against their grip, his chest heaving and his knuckles coated in blood.
The man groaned, clutching his face as he lay motionless in the sand.
âLetâs get out of here,â Topper muttered, pulling Rafe back as Kelce threw an arm around your shoulders protectively.
The four of you left the bonfire behind, the chaos fading as you walked toward the quieter part of the beach.
Rafe finally turned to you, his expression softening as he saw the tears in your eyes. âAre you okay?â he asked, his voice low and rough.
You nodded, but the truth was written all over your face. Your hands were still shaking, your arm throbbing where the man had grabbed you. âYou didnât have to do that,â you whispered.
Rafeâs jaw tightened. âYes, I did. He hurt you. He scared you.â
You didnât have the energy to argue. Instead, you reached for his hand, wincing at the sight of his split knuckles. âYouâre hurt,â you murmured, your voice trembling.
âItâs nothing,â he muttered, but he didnât pull away as you dabbed at the blood with a tissue.
âLetâs go.â He intertwines his hand with yours and leads you to your car.
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The walk back to your car was silent, tension weaving itself between you and Rafe. Topper and Kelce had disappeared somewhere along the way, leaving just the two of you under the soft glow of the moon. The waves crashed gently in the background, but the sound did little to calm your nerves.
Rafe had barely spoken since leaving the bonfire, his knuckles still bloodied from the fight. Every few steps, you stole a glance at him, the hard line of his jaw and the storm brewing behind his blue eyes making your stomach twist.
You reached your car and hesitated, fumbling with your keys. âRafe, let me drive you home,â you offered softly.
He shook his head. âNot yet.â
âWhat do you mean, ânot yetâ?â you asked, glancing up at him.
âIâm not leaving you alone tonight,â he said firmly, his voice low but resolute.
You didnât have the energy to argue. Nodding, you unlocked the car, and the two of you climbed in. The silence followed you the whole drive to your house, broken only by the occasional deep breath Rafe took to calm himself.
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The drive to your house was quiet, the tension between you and Rafe thick enough to cut with a knife. His hands, bloodied and bruised, rested on his lap as he stared out the window, his jaw clenched tight. You wanted to say something, but the words caught in your throat every time you opened your mouth.
When you finally reached your place, you parked the car and turned to him. âCome inside,â you said softly.
Rafe hesitated, his gaze flicking to you before nodding. âOkay.â
The house was dark and still, the only sound the faint creak of the floorboards as you led him to the living room. You flicked on a small lamp, casting a warm glow over the room, and gestured for him to sit on the couch.
âIâm fine,â he muttered, but you gave him a look that stopped him in his tracks.
âSit,â you repeated, your tone leaving no room for argument.
With a reluctant sigh, Rafe sat down, leaning back against the cushions as you disappeared into the bathroom. When you returned with the first aid kit, his eyes softened just a little, the hard edges of his expression giving way to something gentler.
You knelt in front of him, taking his hand carefully in yours. His knuckles were split and raw, and blood smeared across his skin like war paint. âThis is going to sting,â you warned, dabbing a cotton pad soaked in antiseptic against the wounds.
Rafe flinched slightly but said nothing, his eyes fixed on you as you worked. The silence between you was heavy, but it wasnât uncomfortable.
âWhy do you always do this?â you asked quietly, breaking the stillness.
âDo what?â
âFight. Lose your temper. Get yourself hurt.â Your voice trembled slightly, betraying the emotions you were trying to keep in check.
Rafe exhaled slowly, his shoulders slumping. âBecause I have to,â he said finally, his voice low.
âYou donât have to,â you argued, meeting his gaze. âYou choose to. But why?â
His jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he wouldnât answer. Then he sighed, his eyes softening as they locked with yours.
âBecause itâs you,â he said simply. âYouâre the only one who makes me feel like Iâm not completely fucked up.â
Your breath hitched at his words, your chest tightening as you tried to process them. âRafeâŠâ
âYouâre the only good thing in my life,â he continued, his voice raw. âAnd I canât stand the thought of anyone hurting you. Not ever.â
The vulnerability in his voice broke something in you. For years, youâd seen glimpses of the real Rafeâthe one who hid behind bravado and angerâbut hearing him lay it all out like this was overwhelming.
âI donât know what to say,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
âYou donât have to say anything,â he murmured, his hand reaching up to cup your face. âJust let meâŠâ
He didnât finish the sentence, but you didnât need him to. His lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative at first, as if he was giving you time to pull away. But you didnât. Instead, you leaned into him, your hands finding their way to his chest as the kiss deepened.
The air between you crackled with a tension that had been building for years, a mix of desire, anger, and unspoken emotions. Rafeâs hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.
âAre you sure?â he asked, his voice husky as he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you nodded. âYeah,â you whispered, your voice steady despite the nerves buzzing under your skin.
Rafeâs lips curved into a small, almost shy smile before he kissed you again, his hands tightening around you as he guided you onto the couch. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you tangled together in the soft glow of the lamplight, the unspoken promise of something more lingering in the air.
© 2024 rafeskai | All rights reserved. This fanfiction is a work of fiction inspired by characters from Outer Banks, and no part of it may be reproduced or distributed without permission.
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àŒàż â â âȘ ìčëŻŒ ; HERE ALWAYS ââ your member boyfriend helps you with a panic attack.
đŻ idolbf!seungmin ÊàŹ skz 9th member fem!reader ïŒïŒ đŸ ïŒ 1.4k ââ àŒŻ DRABBLE, comfort, fluff, petnames, cute love, skz 9th member, skinship, skz ensemble, isac, req. by @haerinshypegirl. âžâžđ LiBRARY. /á .ê.á\àŸàœČàŸàœČ
yani's note ËË á° and i'm back again ! as we are mv, is out, i cried (â„ïčâ„), next part might be coming tomorrow for as we are since the mv motivated me so much, hehe. thank you lucid for requesting this, hope you like it. comments, likes, requests, asks and reblogs are always appreciated ! happy reading <3
the stadium buzzed with energy. fans cheered from the stands, their banners and lightsticks waving furiously in the air. idols lounged around the arena, some chatting, others stretching or preparing for their events. the scent of popcorn mixed with the sharp chill of air conditioning filled the space. for most, the atmosphere was electric, but for y/n, it felt suffocating.
the group had been seated together, enjoying their short break between the isac activities. y/n sat sandwiched between jisung and hyunjin, her laughter earlier blending effortlessly with theirs. however, as the minutes ticked by, her breaths grew shorter, and her chest tightened. she clutched her hands in her lap, nails digging into her palms as her vision blurred slightly, while she saw her name on the large digital screen appear, outlining that she was up soon.
âhey, you okay?â hyunjinâs voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. his gaze, once playful, now sharpened with concern as he noticed her trembling hands.
y/n nodded quickly, though her body betrayed her words. she tried to speak, to reassure him, but the words caught in her throat. the overwhelming noise, the bright lights, the sheer volume of peopleâit all crashed down on her like a tidal wave.
ây/n?â jisung asked, leaning closer. his usually carefree demeanor shifted as he saw the panic etched across her face. without hesitation, he reached for her hand. "breathe. hey, look at me. breathe."
but her breaths came faster, more shallow. hyunjin immediately stood, scanning the area. âwhereâs seungmin?â he demanded, his voice steady but urgent.
âheâs with changbin and felix,â jisung replied, already looking around. âhe went to grab snacks or something.â
âfind him. now.â hyunjin gently squeezed y/nâs shoulder. âitâs okay, weâve got you. just hold on.â
y/nâs hand clung to hyunjin's as though it were a lifeline, her nails digging into his skin. the pressure was grounding, but it wasnât enough. her mind spiraled further, her heart racing painfully in her chest.
âseungmin!â jisung called across the arena, catching the attention of jeongin, who pointed toward a corner where seungmin stood, casually chatting with felix. without another word, he sprinted toward him.
seungmin laughed at something felix said, his focus entirely on their conversation, until he saw hyunjin weaving through the crowd like a man on a mission. his brows furrowed as jisung approached, slightly out of breath.
ây/n,â hyunjin panted, his tone clipped. âshe needs you.â
seungminâs face fell. he didnât waste a second, turning on his heel and rushing toward their group. felix called after him, concerned, but seungminâs mind was already racing.
when seungmin arrived, he found y/n still clutching hyunjin's hand, her face pale and streaked with silent tears. the sight made his heart ache. he knelt in front of her without hesitation, gently placing his hands over hers, as the other two left the pair.
âhey, baby, itâs me,â he said softly, his voice cutting through the chaos of her mind like a warm blanket. âitâs seungmin. can you hear me?â
her glassy eyes flicked to him, desperation etched across her features, as she nodded slightly, her body shaking. seungmin gave her a small, reassuring smile, his warm fingers lacing her cold ones. âyouâre okay. iâm here now. breathe with me, alright?â
he released one of her hands to gently place his on her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. âin through your nose,â he coached, taking a slow, exaggerated breath for her to mimic. âout through your mouth. thatâs it.â
the world around them seemed to blur as seungmin focused entirely on her. his voice remained calm, steady, grounding her as she slowly followed his lead.
âyouâre safe,â he whispered, leaning closer so she could hear him over the noise. âiâve got you.â
gradually, her breaths steadied, the tightness in her chest loosening as she anchored herself to him. seungminâs unwavering presence, his familiar scent, the warmth of his handâit all brought her back.
when her trembling subsided, seungmin pulled her gently into his arms, shielding her from the few curious gazes around them. âyou did so well,â he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. âiâm so proud of you.â
âdon't worry okay? i'm right here,â
y/n buried her face in his shoulder, her hands clutching at his jacket. âi-iâm sorry,â she managed, her voice shaky and hoarse.
âdonât apologize,â he said firmly but tenderly. âyou have nothing to be sorry for. these things happen, and itâs okay. iâm here for you.â
jisung and hyunjin, who had been far yet hovering anxiously, relaxed slightly at the sight of her calming down. they exchanged a relieved glance, stepping back to give the couple space again while still keeping watch.
seungmin stayed with her, holding her close and murmuring words of comfort until she felt ready to lift her head. his eyes met hers, full of love and concern. âdo you want to leave? we can go somewhere quieter.â
y/n hesitated but eventually nodded. the arena still felt too overwhelming. seungmin helped her to her feet, keeping a protective arm around her shoulders as they made their way toward a quieter corner backstage.
once they were alone, seungmin guided her to sit on a bench, crouching in front of her again. âbetter?â he asked gently, opening her a bottle of water and prompting it to her lips.
she nodded, their fingers brushing as she took the bottle and gulped a bit, though her eyes still shimmered with unshed tears. âthank you,â she whispered, her voice barely audible.
he smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. âyou donât have to thank me. iâll always be here for you, y/n.â
the sincerity in his voice made her chest acheânot from panic this time, but from the overwhelming warmth of his love. she reached out, tangling her fingers with his. âi love you.â
seungminâs smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. âi love you more,â he replied, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. âmore than youâll ever know.â
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Definitely NOT Invincible (Yandere Invincible & Reader) Pt.2
Of reunions, both good and bad. Nonetheless, still heartbreaking for our dear (Y/n).
It all hit you at once. You hadnât just survived somehow. You had fucking time-traveled. You were back. Back before everything went to hell. Before Omni-Man and Mark, Invincible, revealed their true selves and shattered the world.
You crumpled to the floor, knees hitting the soft carpet as the enormity of the situation weighed on your chest, crushing the air out of you. It felt like someone was squeezing your lungs, and no matter how much you gasped, you couldnât breathe. Your head spun as you tried to fight off the oncoming panic attack. Tears welled in your eyes as your trembling hands gripped the edge of the bed for support.
You had died. You had felt your fatherâyour own fatherâkill you. And now, somehow, you were alive again, thrown back into a time when everything was still normal. But it wasnât normal.
You were back in your house, back with them. With your family. With him.
God, you were going to throw up.
How were you supposed to face them? How could you go on living with this knowledge, with this horrific future looming over you, knowing that in a few short months, everything you knew would come crashing down again?
Then, another thought enters your mind sending you spiraling. Your friends;Â Haymitch, Hallie, Connor, Weston, they were all dead. The realization hit you like a truck, ripping through your chest as more tears spilled down your face. You had fought side by side with them, bled with them, and now they were just gone. No warning. No chance to save them. You had been ripped away from that reality, thrown back here, and the loss of them left a gaping hole in your heart. Sure, technically theyâre still here, they werenât dead yet, but it wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't be the same, knowing they were all dead.
Pain and panic bubbled up inside you, making it hard to breathe. Your chest heaved as you tried to calm yourself down, desperate to get a grip. You couldnât afford to lose it, not now. You forced yourself to take deep breaths, each inhale shaky and uneven.
In and out, in and out.
You had to calm down, you had to breathe.
You were doing your best to regulate your sobs when a knock came at your bedroom door. You froze, panic flooding through you again.
â(Y/n)? Is everything okay up there? I called you down for breakfast ages ago!â
It was your mom, Debbie. Her voice, one you hadnât heard in so long, since Omni-Man and Invincible had declared themselves the rulers of the planet. They had whisked her away, somewhere safe, away from the destruction and rebellion that ravaged the rest of the world. You never knew where, but she was kept out of harmâs way, untouched by the horrors you lived through.
And now she was here, standing just outside your door, in a time before it all fell apart.
Tears welled in your eyes again as the sound of her voice hit you like a tidal wave of emotion. You hadnât even realized how much you missed her. How much you missed the normalcy of this time.
But the sound of her voice also sent another surge of dread through you. Shit. You couldnât go down there. You couldnât face her, them, not now. How could you sit at the table and pretend everything was fine? Pretend you didnât know that in just a few months, your father and brother would tear the world apart? How could you look at their faces knowing what they would become?
You had faced so much, Demogorgons, the Viltrumites, the rebellionâbut this? Going downstairs, sitting at the breakfast table with your family, knowing everything you knew? It felt impossibly cruel.
You stayed silent, biting your lip to keep the sobs from spilling out, praying your mom wouldnât come in.Â
âPlease, donât come in.â
âPlease.â
âI canât do this right now.â
But your mom knocked again, the concern in her voice growing stronger. â(Y/n)? Are you okay? Iâm coming in.â
Your heart raced. No, no, no. You werenât ready. You werenât ready to face them, to pretend like things were fine.
You scrambled to your feet, wiping the tears from your face as quickly as you could. Your voice came out rough and desperate as you called out, "No!" You winced, hearing your mother startle from the other side of the door. Crap.
"Godâsorry, mom. I'm just super tired this morning. I'll be right down," you added, trying to sound more gentle, more normal. There was a long pause, the silence stretching between you. You knew she was mulling over your odd behavior.
It wasnât like you didnât have nightmares before, waking up crying in a cold sweat wasnât anything new. Even before the world went to hell, you had fought off Demogorgons, and those battles were nothing short of traumatizing. Your mom had seen you like this before, but this was different. You werenât just waking up from a bad dream. You were waking up from death.
After what felt like an eternity, your mother finally called out, her voice laced with concern. "OkayâŠ" she said, her tone hesitant, but she turned and made her way back down the stairs.
You exhaled sharply in relief, the tension momentarily releasing from your body. But that relief was short-lived. You stood there for a moment, staring at your reflection, trying to get a grip on yourself. You had to prepare. Your family was waiting downstairs, and you knew that your father and Mark would be there too. Just the thought of seeing their faces again made your stomach twist into knots.
You quickly washed your face, brushed your teeth, and changed into fresh clothes, anything to make yourself feel more normal. All the while, you tried to mentally prepare for what was to come. You canât let them know. Under no circumstances could they figure out that you knew what they were going to do. That would only lead to an earlier grave, and you werenât planning on dying again.
You needed a plan.
Your mind raced, thinking of everything you needed to do, warn the Guardians of the Globe about the incoming danger, keep fighting the Demogorgons, and somehow protect your loved ones without tipping off Omni-Man or Invincible. You had to play your cards carefully. But first, you had to survive breakfast.
With a waning resolve, you steeled yourself, locking away your fear and emotions the best you could. You took a deep breath and opened your door, stepping out into the hallway. Each step felt heavy, like you were walking toward your own execution.
The familiar smell of fresh pancakes hit you as you descended the stairs, and you almost choked on the emotions that welled up inside you. Pancakes. Your mom always made them on weekends. You hadnât had them in what felt like years. The simplicity of it, the normalcy, hit you like a punch to the gut. You felt the unwelcome sting of tears in your eyes again, but you blinked them away furiously.
Gods, how you missed this. It was something so mundane, so ordinary, but it felt like a memory from a different life. You couldnât even remember the last time youâd sat at the table with your family, eating pancakes like the world wasnât about to end.
You can do this, you told yourself as you headed toward the kitchen. You walked into the dining area, every muscle in your body stiff, as if you were bracing for impact. You knew there was no point in trying to hide your anxietyâOmni-Man and Invincible could probably hear your heart hammering in your chest, the scared pitter-patter that betrayed you the moment you stepped out of your room. Even from the other side of the wall, they likely sensed your presence long before you made yourself known.
Calm down, you reminded yourself. You had to be careful. The last thing you needed was to give them any reason to suspect that something was off.
Your mother stood by the stove, flipping pancakes, and the familiar scent of butter and batter filled the air. When she noticed you, she looked up and smiled warmly, as if nothing in the world was wrong. As if everything was just like it had always been. âMorning, sweetie,â she greeted, her tone soft and motherly, oblivious to the storm raging inside you.
You tried your best to smile back, but judging by the way her own expression faltered, it was more of a grimace than a real smile. Her brow furrowed slightly, her eyes searching your face for a moment. âAre you okay? You look⊠tired.â
You froze for a heartbeat, trying to find the right words. âYeah, just didnât sleep well,â you managed to say, forcing your voice to sound casual, though it came out more strained than youâd intended.
She nodded sympathetically, her face softening. âI figured. Weâll talk about your work habits later, okay? But for now, letâs get some food in you.â
You nodded back, feeling a knot of guilt twist in your stomach. She had no idea what was coming. None of them did. You swallowed hard and turned to face the table.
There they were.
Your fatherâOmni-Manâsat at the head of the table, reading the newspaper like this was just another normal fucking Sunday morning. His face, strong and unreadable, gave nothing away. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a split second, you swore you saw something shift in his expression. But then it was gone, replaced by the stoic calm youâd grown used to.
Mark gave you a small nod.
âYou finally made it,â he said, but the usual playfulness wasnât there. It was more of an observation than a joke. There was no grin, no teasing remark. You missed your brother.
You took a seat, your hands shaking as you reached for a plate. The weight of both their eyes on you was suffocating. Usually, youâd be vying for their attention, seeking out their praise, doing anything to connect with them. But not today. Today, you could barely keep it together, and the tension in the air was palpable.
Omni-Man lowered the newspaper slightly, his gaze sharp and focused as he looked at you again. âLate night?â he asked, his deep voice carrying a weight that made your skin crawl.
You swallowed, trying not to let your voice shake. âYeah,â you replied, forcing the words out. âStayed up too late studying.â
He hummed, his eyes narrowing just enough to make your breath hitch. âDonât make a habit of it,â he said, his tone neutral but carrying a warning. âYou need your rest.â
You nodded quickly, your heart thudding in your chest. âI wonât,â you mumbled, reaching for a pancake, trying to avoid his gaze. You could feel him analyzing you, taking in every nervous movement, every strained breath. He could sense that something was off, and so could Mark.
Mark wasnât as oblivious as he had once been. He was more serious now, colder. He watched you from across the table, the way your hands trembled as you cut into your food, your elevated heart rate, your nervous energy. Usually, youâd be trying to get their attention, proving yourself, seeking validation. But now? You were barely able to hold a conversation.
Mark exchanged a brief look with Omni-Man, both of them silently acknowledging your strange behavior. But in their minds, you were just a weak humanâthis weirdness would pass. They had bigger things to worry about than your nerves. Still, Markâs eyes lingered on you longer than usual, suspicion creeping into his gaze. He wasnât going to say anything now, but heâd decided to keep a closer eye on you. Something wasnât right.
But they had no idea how much you knew. And you had no intention of letting them figure it out. You forced yourself to eat, every bite tasting like ash as you tried to block out their presence and focus on what came next.
Things took an odd turn halfway through breakfast when a loud chorus of knocks echoed through the house, followed by muffled voices outside. The sudden noise cut through the awkward silence at the table, and you could feel the tension immediately shift.
Omni-Man grunted in annoyance, folding the newspaper with a sharp flick of his wrist, and Mark let out an irritated sigh, his fork clattering on his plate. Your mom just sighed tiredly, clearly not interested in whatever disturbance had interrupted her peaceful morning.
âIâll take care of it,â you blurted, the words tumbling out faster than you intended. Anything to get out of that room, away from the suffocating presence of your father and brother. Without waiting for a response, you shot up from your seat and made your way to the front door, your heart racing for a different reason now.
When you opened the door, you froze.
Standing there, right on your doorstep, were Hallie, Connor, and Weston.
Your friends. Your dead friends.
They stood before you, each wearing a different expressionâHallieâs face lit up with a gleeful smile, Westonâs eyes glistened with unshed tears, and Connor, usually so stoic, looked like he was on the verge of breaking down. They looked so real, so alive, and thatâs when it hit you: they were here. They had come back too.
Before you even knew what was happening, tears began streaming down your face, your vision blurring as the flood of emotion overwhelmed you. You barely had time to register it before they all enveloped you in their arms, pulling you into the tightest group hug youâd ever experienced. The weight of their presence, their warmth, the feeling of being held by them againâit was too much. You sobbed, your chest heaving as you held onto them for dear life.
âY-youâre here,â you choked out, your words barely comprehensible through your tears. âOh my god, youâre here. Iâve missed you so much. Iâm so sorry, Iââ You couldnât even finish the sentence. Everything you wanted to say was trapped between sobs as you clung to them, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in.
You werenât alone. You werenât the only one who had come back.
Hallie laughed through her tears, squeezing you tighter. âWe thought weâd lost you,â she murmured, her voice breaking with emotion. âWe thought⊠we didnât know if you made it.â
Weston chuckled softly, though his voice was thick with tears. âTurns out we all got another shot, huh?â he said, resting his head against yours in the embrace.
Connor didnât say much, but his grip on you was tight, as if he wasnât willing to let go anytime soon. It was a reunion you never thought possible, a second chance none of you had anticipated.
For a few moments, it was just the four of youâcrying, holding onto each other, grateful beyond words. You hadnât felt this kind of relief in years, the weight of loss finally lifted from your shoulders. You were all here, together again, and for a brief second, it felt like everything was going to be okay.
In the middle of the emotional reunion, a thought hit you hard. You pulled back slightly, your breath still shaky as you wiped the tears from your face. âHave you⊠have you seen Haymitch?â you asked, your voice quiet but urgent. âDid he⊠did he come back too?â
Hallie, Weston, and Connor exchanged looks, their expressions sobering. For a moment, the joy of the reunion was dimmed by uncertainty.
âWeâWe donât know,â Hallie finally said, biting her lip. âWe havenât seen him. Weâve been trying to find him, but⊠thereâs been no sign.â
Connor nodded, his voice low. âWeâre hoping he made it, but so far, itâs just been us.â
You felt your heart sink. Haymitch had been your mentor, your rock through the chaos of the resistance. The idea that he might not have made it back, that he could still be gone, was almost too much to bear.
âI hope heâs out there,â Weston added, his hand resting on your shoulder in comfort. âIf anyone could survive⊠itâd be him.â
You nodded, swallowing hard. âYeah. I just hope we can find him.â
For a second, it was just the four of you again, clinging to the idea that maybe you could find Haymitch, that maybe this second chance would let you set things right.
You hadnât realized it, but your familyâyour father, Mark, and your momâhad followed you to the entrance, likely wondering what was taking so long. The hug ended abruptly as you turned, wiping your eyes hastily, and your friends straightened up, suddenly aware of the looming presence behind you.
Omni-Man stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, but you could feel his suspicion. His eyes scanned the scene, analyzing everything with that sharp, detached gaze you knew all too well. Beside him stood Mark, arms crossed, his brow furrowed as he watched the reunion, clearly picking up on your uncharacteristic behavior. You were a messâholding onto your friends like your life depended on it, tears streaking your face. That wasnât the version of you they were used to.
But it wasnât just your behavior that had thrown them off. Omni-Manâs expression hardened, and Markâs eyes narrowed slightly as they exchanged a brief glance. They had overheard parts of your conversation, not that you were aware.Â
Back? What did you mean by âcame backâ? And more importantly, who was Haymitch?
Omni-Manâs voice cut through the thick tension, calm but laced with an edge that made your skin prickle. âWho are these people?â he asked, his gaze shifting from you to your friends.
Your mind raced, scrambling for an explanation. You had to play this carefullyâone wrong word and the suspicion you already felt simmering beneath the surface could explode into something much worse. âTheyâreâtheyâre my friends from school,â you said, your voice still shaky from the emotional reunion.
Omni-Manâs eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze sharpening. âFriends from school,â he repeated, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. His attention flicked to your friends, and you could practically feel him assessing them, weighing every detail of the situation. He just sighed, whatever was going on with you would be resolved eventually. He's heard about the hormones and âteenagerâ talk from Debbie, so he wasn't too concerned. He knew you were hiding something, most likely something non trivial, but if he needed to find out he would.Â
Mark, however, wasnât as quick to dismiss you. He kept his eyes on you, watching closely, the wheels turning in his head. He didnât say anything, but you could tell he wasnât convinced. Something about your behavior had struck him as off, and he wasnât going to let it go. Heâd be keeping a closer watch on you from now on.
Unbeknownst to you, youâve already doomed yourself and its hasn't even been 24 hours.
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Clash Of Love - S.J
P: Gryffindor!Jake x fem!reader
Trope: Sports Romance
Warnings: teasing, angst, confidence issues, hurt/comfort, Fluff.
Synopsis: You never cared for Quidditch until you became your houseâs top Seeker and caught the attention of Jake, the new Gryffindor Seeker.
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You never really cared much for Quidditch. Sure, youâd played it growing upâyour father made sure of that. As a former Beater during his own Hogwarts days, he always had high hopes that you'd follow in his footsteps, maybe even outshine him on the pitch. But while you could fly circles around other kids and hit a Bludger with unnerving precision, the game just never sparked that fire in you. It was fun, yes, but it wasnât your dream.
When you finally got your letter to Hogwarts, all you wanted was a normal experience. You imagined spending your time exploring the castle, making friends, and learning magicâwithout the pressure of Quidditch hanging over your head. No dodging Bludgers, no chasing Quaffles, no frantic races after the Golden Snitch. Just a regular student life, something your father didnât quite understand.
But as soon as your teachers saw you on a broom, any hope of staying out of Quidditch vanished. Your speed, your natural talentâit didnât go unnoticed. They didnât just ask you to join the team; they practically insisted. And not as a Beater like your dad, but as a Seeker.
When you came home that winter break and told your father the news, you could practically see the stars in his eyes. He beamed with pride, his excitement so infectious. The Firebolt he gave you the next day was the final touch, a gesture that said everything you couldn't: that you were in this now, whether you wanted to be or not.
And there were so many moments when you wanted to quit. The pressure, the expectation, the weight of it allâit nearly crushed you. But every time you thought about walking away, something held you back. Maybe it was the look of pride in your dadâs eyes. Maybe it was the teammates whoâd started counting on you. Maybe it was something in you that couldnât bear to let it all go.
Whatever it was, you stayed.
As the weeks passed, you started winning match after match, your broom slicing through the air with precision and speed that shocked even the most seasoned players. It didnât take long before people began to noticeâreally notice. With every match, your name was whispered a little louder in the corridors, echoing through common rooms and the Great Hall. None of the teams stood a chance when you were on the pitch.
Your team celebrated, of course. Your captain clapped you on the back, your teammates threw their arms around your shoulders, chanting your name after every victory. And yet, there was something strange about it all, something you couldn't quite shake. It wasnât just your house that knew who you were anymore. People youâd never spoken to started calling your name in the hallways. Youâd catch bits of conversations as you passed: âThatâs her! The Seeker from the last match, remember?â or âI heard she caught the Snitch in under ten minutes.â
At first, it seemed harmlessâjust excited students sharing in the schoolâs newfound pride in your victories. But soon, it became more than that. People you didnât know were stopping you on your way to class, congratulating you, or worseâasking for tips, advice, even autographs. Youâd never been the kind of person to seek out attention, and now it was coming from every direction, like a tidal wave you hadnât expected.
You tried to keep your head down, but it felt impossible. Everywhere you went, you heard your name. In the library, you caught people staring at you from behind piles of books. In the common room, whispers followed you when you walked past. Even in Potions class, you felt eyes burning into the back of your head.
It was⊠unsettling, to say the least. The fame, the attentionâit was all so far from what you'd wanted when you first came to Hogwarts. You wanted to blend in, to have a normal experience, to learn magic like everyone else. Now, you were anything but invisible.
The more matches you won, the louder the buzz around you grew. It became nearly impossible to go anywhere without someone mentioning your name, like youâd somehow become a part of the schoolâs everyday conversation. Every win cemented your place as the top Seeker of the year. Rival houses hated how unstoppable you were on the pitch; even their Seekers seemed resigned to defeat before the matches even started.
Your victories were all anyone could talk about. "Have you seen her fly? Itâs like she's born on a broom," theyâd say. Or, "No oneâs caught the Snitch that fast in years."
It was overwhelming, and though you tried to ignore it, the fame clung to you like a second skin. You started timing your walks to class to avoid the busiest corridors, taking the long way around the castle just to get some peace. But even that didnât help much. People still recognized you. Some would smile or nod in respect, while others were bolder, stopping you mid-stride with wide eyes and questions about your technique, as if you were some sort of Quidditch oracle.
One afternoon, you were rushing to Herbology when a group of second-years ran up, their robes flapping as they tried to keep pace with you.
"You're the Seeker, right?" one of them asked breathlessly, like they'd been working up the courage to approach you all day.
You nodded, giving a tight-lipped smile, hoping they'd move on. They didnât.
âCan you show us how you do that dive? The one you used in the last match?â another chimed in, eyes wide with awe.
You managed to mutter something about practice and waved them off as politely as you could, but as they scampered away, you felt an unease settle in your chest. You werenât used to this kind of attention. Being recognized in passing was one thing, but now people were acting like you were some kind of Quidditch legendâand you werenât even halfway through the season.
The weight of their expectations began to creep in. Every match you played, every Snitch you caught, you felt it growing, pressing down on you. People expected you to be perfect. To win. Every. Single. Time.
And the truth was, you were goodâreally good. But what if that changed? What if, in one match, you didnât catch the Snitch? What if you made a mistake?
The fear of letting people down was starting to feel heavier than the broom you flew. And no one seemed to notice the way your shoulders sagged under it all, not even your friends. To them, you were thrivingâso why would they think otherwise?
Even your father couldnât stop talking about you. When you wrote home, all he wanted to know was how many matches youâd won and what the other teams were like. Heâd send letters full of praise, bursting with pride at your accomplishments, never realizing that every word only tightened the knot in your chest.
One evening after practice, you sat by the Black Lake, the still water reflecting the darkening sky. For the first time in weeks, you felt like you could breathe. Away from the crowds, away from the questions and the eyes following your every move, you were just you again. No Quidditch star. No Seeker. Just⊠you.
But even then, a thought gnawed at the back of your mind. How long could you keep this up? How much longer could you carry the weight of everyone elseâs dreams on your shoulders when it was never really your dream to begin with?
The pressure built, but instead of backing down, you threw yourself into Quidditch even harder. It wasnât enough just to be good anymoreâyou had to be better. Better than the other Seekers. Better than the expectations people had placed on you. Better than the doubt that gnawed at you every time you felt the weight of a hundred eyes on you, waiting for you to catch the Snitch like it was your destiny.
Practice became your escape. Out on the pitch, you werenât the person everyone whispered about in the hallways; you were just a player, one among a team of friends who didnât treat you like some Quidditch prodigy. They were focused on their own roles, their own goals. No one stared at you or asked for advice. No one analyzed your every move. They just let you be. It was freeing in a way that nothing else was.
And so, you pushed yourself. Harder. Faster. Each practice, you flew like your life depended on it, the wind howling in your ears as you whipped through the air. The faster you went, the more the tears would prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away, telling yourself it was only the wind, nothing more. You needed to be faster. You needed to be stronger.
You would be the best.
It wasnât enough to just catch the Snitch anymore. Now, you had to catch it quicker, cleaner. Every dive had to be sharper, every turn more precise. With each lap around the pitch, you forced yourself to go faster, to fly closer to the ground, to flirt with danger in a way that left your heart pounding against your ribs.
There was no time to second-guess, no room for mistakes. You chased perfection with a single-minded focus, and when your muscles screamed from the effort, when your lungs burned, you pushed through it. You had to. Anything less felt like failure.
Sometimes, after practice, youâd find yourself sitting on your broom long after the others had left, staring out over the empty pitch as the sun dipped below the horizon. Your teammates, who were also your friends, didnât question it. They didnât ask if you were okay or wonder why you stayed behind. They gave you space, and for that, you were grateful. They didnât treat you like the schoolâs golden Seeker, didnât put you on a pedestal. To them, you were just you, and that small freedom meant more than they could know.
In those moments, you could breathe. There were no expectations, no pressure. Just you and the broom, hovering above the ground in the fading light. You would close your eyes, feel the wind cool against your skin, and for a brief moment, everything else disappeared.
But the moment always ended. And when it did, the weight of it all came crashing back. Youâd grip the handle of your Firebolt a little tighter, the reminder sinking in: you werenât just doing this for yourself anymore. You couldnât afford to slip, to falter.
You had to be perfect. Because in a world where everyone already saw you that way, anything less wasnât good enough.
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The news came on a cold Friday afternoon, whispered through the corridors of Hogwarts like wildfire. Gryffindor had found a new Seeker. You had heard it first from some Ravenclaws in your Charms class, who were chatting excitedly as you passed by. At first, you hadnât paid it much attentionâevery house was always talking up their players, hoping their team would be the one to dethrone the reigning champion. But then, as you overheard more and more conversations, your curiosity piqued.
It wasnât just any new Seeker. This one had apparently caught the Snitch in a time scarily close to your own recordâone you had held for years.
At first, you felt a flicker of intrigue. Could it be true? Someone as fast as you? It was hard to believe, but there was a small part of you that wanted to see for yourself. Someone who could give you a real challenge, a test worthy of your skills. You didnât mind the thoughtâcompetition was normal, after all. Maybe even welcome.
But then the unease crept in. The more you heard, the more you realized this wasnât just hype. People were really talking about this Gryffindor Seeker. They were comparing him to you. And suddenly, that flicker of intrigue twisted into something colder, something heavier.
Fear.
You didnât let it show, though. You kept your face neutral, acting as though the news didnât faze you in the slightest. But inside, your heart was pounding. After all the time and effort youâd spent, all the pressure to stay on topânow, there was someone else. Someone who could take that from you.
When Gryffindorâs next match came around, you knew you had to see him for yourself. You arrived early, blending into the sea of students in the stands, hoping no one would notice you. But as the teams took the field and the match began, all your focus honed in on the new Seeker.
The first time you saw him in action, your stomach twisted. He flew with a kind of reckless grace, weaving between players, eyes locked on the sky. And when he took off in a burst of speed to chase after the Snitch, you felt a chill crawl up your spine.
He was fast.
Too fast.
It was almost like watching yourself out there, but from the outside. The way he flewâthe sharp turns, the sudden bursts of speedâit was disturbingly familiar. And when he finally closed in on the Snitch, catching it just before the other Seeker even realized it was in play, you felt something cold settle deep in your chest.
This couldnât be happening.
For the first time in a long while, doubt began to creep in. What if you werenât the best anymore? What if this new Seeker was faster, sharper, better than you?
You tried to shake it off as the crowd erupted in cheers, Gryffindor celebrating their victory. But no matter how hard you tried to push the thoughts away, the image of that Seekerâflying at speeds that almost rivaled yoursâstuck in your mind.
The cold feeling lingered, gnawing at the edges of your confidence.
This couldnât be. You had worked too hard, pushed yourself too far. You werenât about to let someone take your place.
Not now. Not ever.
Gryffindorâs win was explosive, their cheers carrying across the pitch as their team gathered in celebration. But you barely heard it over the sound of your own thoughts. The new Seeker had been goodâtoo good. And now, with the match over and your curiosity far from satisfied, you found yourself walking toward the playersâ tent, driven by a need to see him up close, to size up the competition for yourself.
The other players, still buzzing with adrenaline from the game, spotted you as you approached, and a ripple of excitement passed through them. One good thing about being youârespected, almost revered by your peersâwas that they always welcomed you, no matter the house. The Gryffindor team, flushed from their victory, greeted you with open arms, grins wide and unguarded.
âHey! Y/N!â one of them called, clapping you on the back like an old friend.
They let you pass easily, no one questioning why you were there or what you wanted. But you werenât there for them. You were there for him.
As you made your way deeper into the tent, you spotted him almost immediately. He had his back turned to you, his posture relaxed as he spoke animatedly with two other Gryffindors. You paused for a moment, taking him in from a distance. Taller than you, broader too, though not intimidatingly so. Something about the way he carried himself seemed effortless, like flying had always come easy to him.
You took a breath, then approached. âExcuse me,â you said, your voice steady, though your pulse quickened.
The two guys he was talking to noticed you first, their faces lighting up in recognition. âY/N!â one of them exclaimed, âHey, come meet our new Seeker!â
At that, the Gryffindor SeekerâSim Jaeyun, you reminded yourselfâturned around, and for a split second, you felt your breath catch.
Shit.
Up close, he was even more striking than you had expected. His black hair fell into loose curls that framed a face almost annoyingly perfect. Sharp eyes, high cheekbones, and a smile so wide and genuine it made you feel, for just a heartbeat, completely disarmed. It was the kind of smile that hit you like a bludgerâout of nowhere and hard.
âSo, youâre the new Seeker of Gryffindor,â you said, forcing yourself to remain composed, though your eyes couldnât help but quickly glance him up and down. He was tall, athletic, and clearly skilledâhe had proven that on the pitchâbut now, standing in front of you, there was something more to him. Something that made you both intrigued and annoyed at the same time.
âYouâve already made quite a name for yourself,â you added, trying to sound casual, though your mind was racing.
Jaeyunâs grin only widened, and it was the biggest, warmest smile you had ever been given by anyone. His whole face lit up with it, and suddenly, he didnât seem like a rival Seeker. He just seemed⊠charming.
âYeah, thatâs me! Pleasure to meet you!â His voice had a lively, easygoing tone, and it threw you off balance for a moment.
âY/N, this is Sim Jaeyun!â one of the other guys said, slinging an arm around Jaeyunâs shoulder with a grin. âButâoh, please! Call me Jake,â Jaeyunâor Jakeâchimed in with a laugh, shaking his head at his friendâs formality.
You blinked, trying to collect yourself. His energy was so different from what you had imaginedâa fierce, competitive rival on the pitch, but off it, he was almost⊠friendly? âPleasure to be acquainted with you, Jake,â you said, though it came out a bit more formal than you had intended.
Jake laughed again, and you couldnât help but notice how his smile seemed to make everyone around him more relaxed. âLikewise, Y/N. Iâve heard a lot about you,â he added, his sharp eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.
For a moment, you were caught off guard. It wasnât often you met someone who could match your skill and still be so disarmingly kind. You werenât sure how to feel about it. You had come here expecting to face a rival, someone to challengeâbut instead, you found someone with a charm and warmth that made it impossible to feel threatened.
But still, beneath the surface of his friendly exterior, you knew. He was fast. He was talented. And if you werenât careful, heâd be gunning for your spot as the best Seeker in no time.
Not if I can help it, you thought, shaking off the brief spell his charisma had cast over you. You werenât going to let anyone take your placeânot even Jake.
The moment stretched on longer than you had expected, Jake's easygoing grin still lighting up his face as if this whole interaction was nothing more than two friends meeting after a match. You knew better. He wasnât just any Seekerâhe was the one who had come dangerously close to your record, and the look in his eyes told you that he was very aware of it, even if he wasnât saying it out loud.
But despite the friendly atmosphere, that cold feeling from earlier began to creep back. This wasnât just a casual meeting for you. You could feel the quiet tension lingering beneath the surface. You were sizing him up, and if Jake was smart, he was doing the same to you.
âYeah, Iâve heard a lot about you too,â you finally said, your voice smooth, though your pulse quickened. âYour reputationâs spreading fast, especially after todayâs match. Almost as fast as you.â
Jake chuckled at that, running a hand through his curls, clearly unfazed by the hint of competition in your words. âIâll take that as a compliment,â he said with a wink. âThough, to be honest, Iâve got a lot of catching up to do if Iâm going to reach your level.â
The way he said itâso nonchalant, so effortlessâit almost sounded like he wasnât worried about whether heâd catch up. Like he knew he would.
That unsettled you.
One of the other Gryffindor players chimed in, clapping Jake on the back. âJakeâs a natural, isnât he? First year on the team and already flying like heâs been doing it for ages. Honestly, Y/N, youâve got some real competition now!â
You forced a smile, though the words hit harder than youâd like to admit. Real competition. You werenât used to hearing that. For years, youâd been the best, the Seeker everyone feared on the pitch. And now, here he wasâSim Jaeyun, or Jake, as he insistedâtaking away the certainty that youâd built your reputation on.
But you werenât about to let that show. You gave Jake a once-over again, trying to push aside the nagging feeling in your gut. âI guess weâll see about that in the next match,â you said, your tone calm but with an edge, a challenge hidden just beneath the surface.
Jakeâs smile didnât waver. In fact, it grew. âLooking forward to it,â he said with a glint of excitement in his eyes. He wasnât backing down. If anything, he seemed even more eager now that he had your attention.
You didnât quite know how to respond to thatâhe was disarming in a way that threw you off balance, his energy infectious but his confidence quietly unnerving. You could already feel the weight of the next match looming over you, the pressure to not just win, but to prove you were still the best.
The conversation shifted, the Gryffindor players talking about the match and making plans for the evening, but you remained quiet, your mind buzzing with thoughts of Jakeâs flying, of the way he had zipped through the air like a blur, almost matching your own speed.
Soon enough, Jake turned back to you, his smile still easy but his gaze sharper now, as if he sensed your inner conflict. âIâll be keeping an eye on you, Y/N,â he said, his voice light but carrying a weight beneath the playful tone. âI think weâre going to have some fun this season.â
There was that competitive gleam again, the unspoken promise that he wasnât just here to be a friendly faceâhe was here to win, to challenge you.
You met his gaze head-on, your resolve hardening. âYouâd better,â you replied, your voice even. âBecause Iâm not slowing down.â
Jakeâs grin widened, but there was a spark of respect in his eyes now, like he knew this wasnât going to be easy for either of you. And maybe, somewhere deep down, you knew that too.
As you finally turned to leave, your thoughts were racing faster than any broom could carry you. You had come to see who this new Seeker was, and now that you had, the reality was far more complicated than you had anticipated. Jake wasnât just fast or skilledâhe was good. He had the talent, the confidence, and, worst of all, the kind of charisma that made people want to root for him.
But you werenât about to let that stop you. If anything, it fueled the fire inside you. Youâd push yourself harder, fasterâjust like you had always done. The cold feeling from before was still there, but now it was mixed with something else: determination.
Because one thing was clearâyou were going to show Jake, and everyone else, that you werenât just the best Seeker. You were untouchable.
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The gossip spread through the school like wildfire. At first, it was the usual chatterâstudents making bets on who would be faster, who would catch the Snitch first in the inevitable showdown between you and Jake. Some people swore youâd remain untouchable, while others were eager to see the new Seeker take you down. But then, somewhere along the way, the talk shifted.
Suddenly, it wasnât just about Quidditch. People started to whisper about you and Jakeânot as rivals, but as something else.
âDid you hear? I bet they end up together,â you overheard one Hufflepuff girl whisper as you walked past in the corridor.
âYeah, theyâre totally going to be a couple. Itâs obvious,â her friend replied.
You had almost tripped over your own feet when you heard that. A couple? You and Jake? The thought repulsed you. The idea of being linked to himâno matter how talented he was on the pitchâwas absurd. Sure, he was good-looking, you couldn't deny that. And yeah, he had a killer smile, one that made people gravitate toward him, but that didnât mean anything.
Right?
But the rumors didnât stop. In fact, they got worse. Students from every house seemed to be talking about you and Jake as if it were some kind of inevitable future. Gryffindor girls teased you whenever they saw you, smirking knowingly as they passed. Slytherins, gave you sly looks whenever Jakeâs name came up.
It was infuriating. You were rivals, not some star-crossed lovers from a romance novel. You would never, ever, be a couple with Jake. No matter how handsome he was, with his curls falling perfectly around his face. Or how funny he could be, always able to crack a joke and light up a room with that easygoing laugh of his. Or how humble he acted, even when people praised him endlessly for his skills. Or how smartâ
Bloody hell.
You found yourself staring at him again during class. Jake was sitting a few seats ahead of you, casually taking notes, completely unaware that half the school had decided you two were destined to be Hogwartsâ next âitâ couple. His brows were furrowed slightly as he focused on the lesson, his quill gliding smoothly across the parchment. He caught something funny that one of his friends had whispered to him, and for a moment, that grin spread across his face again, lighting up his features like the sun breaking through the clouds.
You quickly looked away, feeling your face flush.
Okay, maybe it wouldnât be that bad to be with Jake, you found yourself thinking, much to your horror. You shook your head, trying to clear the thought. No. Absolutely not.
But no matter how much you tried to ignore it, the idea lingered in the back of your mind, gnawing at you. You hated it. You werenât supposed to be thinking about Jake like that. He was your competition, not your⊠whatever the hell your brain was trying to make him.
It didnât help that every time you crossed paths, Jake seemed completely oblivious to the rumors. He treated you exactly the same as he always hadâfriendly, easygoing, with just enough competitive fire to keep you on edge. It was maddening how unaffected he was by it all, as if the idea of you two being together hadnât even crossed his mind.
But then again, why would it? You were his rival, after all. Nothing more.
Right?
Still, as the whispers grew louder and the school buzzed with anticipation for the next Quidditch match, you couldnât shake the feeling that things were changingâboth on and off the pitch. Jake was everywhere now, not just in your thoughts, but in the eyes of everyone around you.
And as much as you tried to fight it, part of you was starting to wonder what it would be like ifâjust ifâthose whispers turned out to be true.
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The day of the Gryffindor versus your house match loomed closer, and with it, the tension between you and Jake shifted in a way that you hadnât expected. The usual competitive energy was still there, but now, it came with something elseâsomething lighter, sharper, and far more confusing.
It started with small things. During Quidditch practice, when youâd see Jake flying laps around the pitch, youâd catch him looking your way. Not with the intense, focused gaze of a rival, but with a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Every time your eyes met, heâd give a little wave or throw in a wink, as if daring you to react.
You ignored it at first, brushing it off as Jake just being his usual, annoyingly charming self. But then, during one particularly windy afternoon, as you were heading off the pitch after practice, he caught up to you.
âHey, Y/N,â Jake called, jogging lightly to match your stride. You could feel him watching you out of the corner of your eye, but you didnât slow down.
âWhat do you want, Sim?â you asked, keeping your tone neutral.
He just laughed, his voice light and teasing. âSim? Ouch. No more âJakeâ? I thought we were getting past formalities.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help the small smile pulling at your lips. âWhatâs the matter? Worried Iâm not going to give you a nickname during the match when I beat you?â
âOh, if you beat me, Iâll be sure to remember that,â he shot back, stepping in front of you to block your path, that signature grin of his firmly in place. There was a playful glint in his eyes now, something far more mischievous than youâd seen before. He wasnât backing down, and for some reason, that sent a thrill through you.
âYou know,â Jake continued, leaning in just slightly, âIâve been thinking⊠We should make this match a bit more interesting.â
You raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest. âInteresting how?â
He grinned wider, his eyes twinkling. âHow about a bet?â
âA bet?â You crossed your arms, skeptical but curious. âWhat kind of bet?â
Jake shrugged, casually tossing his broom over his shoulder, all smooth confidence. âIf I catch the Snitch before you, you have to buy me butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks. If you win, Iâll buy for you.â
You blinked at him, your brain scrambling to catch up with his sudden challenge. He wasnât even trying to hide the flirtatious edge to his voice anymore, and for a moment, you wondered if this was all just part of his gameâan attempt to throw you off before the match. But the warmth in his gaze made it hard to believe he had any ulterior motives.
âAnd what happens if neither of us catches it?â you asked, playing along despite yourself.
Jake tilted his head, pretending to think for a moment before flashing you another one of his disarming smiles. âWell, I guess weâll both have to buy each other butterbeer then. Double the fun, right?â
You snorted, shaking your head but smiling despite yourself. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âMaybe,â Jake said with a shrug, âbut youâre smiling.â
He was right, and that annoyed you. You werenât supposed to be getting swept up in his charm. But there was something about the way Jake actedâconfident but not cocky, playful but never disrespectfulâthat made it hard to stay distant. He was more than just competition. He was fun, and that made him dangerous in a way you hadnât expected.
As the days passed and the match approached, the tension between you two only intensifiedâbut not in the usual way. It wasnât the fierce, almost icy rivalry you were used to. Instead, it became a back-and-forth exchange of smirks, teasing glances, and playful banter. Youâd pass each other in the halls, and heâd nudge your shoulder just enough to get your attention.
âBetter watch out, Y/N,â heâd whisper as you brushed past each other. âIâm coming for that Snitch.â
âGood luck catching it from behind me,â youâd retort, not missing a beat, though you could feel your heart race a little faster each time you saw that knowing grin on his face.
Even your friends started to notice. âWhatâs up with you and Jake?â one of your teammates asked one day after practice. âItâs like youâre flirting more than youâre actually preparing for the match.â
You scoffed, but there was no denying it now. Something had changed between you and Jake, and it wasnât just competition anymore. It was the way heâd linger near you in the corridors, the way his smile seemed to linger in your thoughts long after youâd parted ways.
As the night before the match arrived, you found yourself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts circling back to him. The tension between you had shifted into something neither of you seemed willing to acknowledge fully, but it was thereâthrumming beneath the surface like a secret only the two of you shared.
Maybe it wouldnât be that bad, you thought to yourself, your heart beating just a little faster at the memory of his smile. Maybe it wouldnât be bad at all.
The next morning, the air around the school buzzed with a palpable energy. Everyone was talking about the match, students from every house excitedly debating who would winâyour team or Gryffindor. The anticipation had reached a fever pitch, and the whispers that had been trailing you and Jake only fueled the hype.
But unlike everyone else, you were calm. Strangely so. While your teammates were buzzing with nervous energy, checking and re-checking their gear, you felt a quiet confidence settle over you. It wasnât arrogance, it was just a feeling deep in your gut. Today, you were going to win. You didnât know why you felt so sure, but something in you was certain of it.
As you made your way to breakfast, the hallways were packed with students already wearing their house colors, chanting and hyping each other up. âY/N, youâve got this!â a group of first-years called out as you passed, their faces lit up with excitement.
You waved them off with a small smile, though inside, the quiet confidence remained. You knew what you had to do. All that was left was to get through the day.
The hours in class crawled by. You barely registered the lessons, your mind already on the pitch. And you werenât alone. Every time you looked around, your classmates were whispering about the match, scribbling notes to each other instead of paying attention to the professors.
At one point, you overheard some students talking about how a few of the more ambitious witches and wizards had tried to speed up time. Of course, they had failedâor so the rumors went. Some were said to have gotten caught by the professors, earning themselves detentions for their impatience. Others claimed that someone had actually managed to slow down time instead, making the wait for the match feel even longer.
You chuckled to yourself at the absurdity of it all. As if magic could bend time just because a few students were too eager to see a Quidditch match. Then again, it was Hogwarts. Stranger things had happened.
By the time your last class of the day rolled around, you could feel the collective restlessness in the air. Even the professors seemed to have given up on trying to get anyone to focus. They were just as eager for the match, though they kept a better poker face than the students. You tapped your fingers against the desk, trying to keep your cool, while around you, classmates fidgeted impatiently.
It didnât help that Jake sat a few rows ahead of you, completely unfazed by the chaos. Every now and then, heâd glance back over his shoulder, his eyes finding yours with that same playful glint they always held. He gave you a small nod, his lips twitching into a half-smile as if to say, Ready?
You just raised an eyebrow in response. You werenât about to let him see how his presence still unnerved you, even if just a little.
As the final bell rang, the halls erupted with noise, students rushing out to claim their seats at the Quidditch pitch. Your teammates were already gathering, the excitement palpable as they met in the common room to head down together. But you hung back for a moment, feeling that strange calm wash over you again.
âY/N, you coming?â one of your teammates called out, already halfway to the door.
âYeah,â you replied, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. âLetâs go.â
The walk to the pitch was surreal, a sea of students flowing toward the stands, their voices a mix of excitement and nervous energy. The sky above was a perfect, crisp blueâideal flying conditions. As you approached the pitch, your eyes swept across the expanse, the stands packed with students wearing their house colors, banners waving, chants growing louder by the second.
Your teammates huddled up in the locker room, each of them vibrating with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. But you, once again, felt steady. Sure. The game plan ran through your mind like clockwork, and every instinct told you that today was your day.
As you grabbed your broom and headed toward the field, a Gryffindor player brushed past you on their way out. âHope youâre ready, Y/N,â they said with a grin. âJakeâs been talking all week about how heâs going to beat you.â
You smirked, giving a casual shrug. âWeâll see about that.â
When you finally stepped out onto the pitch, the roar of the crowd hit you like a wave. The noise was deafening, chants from all four houses echoing in the air as they cheered for their teams. Your eyes immediately sought out Jake across the field. There he was, standing tall with his broom in hand, his Gryffindor teammates huddled around him.
He caught your gaze and, even from a distance, gave you that familiar smileâone that was far too confident for your liking. But instead of feeling rattled, you felt⊠excited. You were ready.
The two of you would face off soon, and no matter what people were saying, no matter how much they wanted to pit you two against each other in more ways than one, this was still about Quidditch. It was still about winning. And today, you were going to prove, once and for all, who the best Seeker was.
The whistle blew, and you mounted your broom, ready for whatever came next.
The roar of the crowd surged as the whistle echoed across the pitch. You felt the vibration of the noise in your chest, but your heart remained steady, your mind focused. You gripped your broom, the familiar feel of the handle beneath your fingers grounding you as you kicked off the ground and shot into the sky.
The wind whipped past your face as you climbed higher, scanning the pitch for the glint of gold. Below, the game had already begun, the Chasers from both teams darting back and forth, the Bludgers zipping through the air, but your focus was elsewhere. The Snitch. That was all that mattered.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jake rise up beside you, his broom slicing through the air with practiced ease. He glanced over, flashing you that same confident grin he always wore. âReady for this?â he shouted over the wind.
âAlways,â you called back, smirking despite yourself. You werenât about to let him get inside your headânot today.
The game below intensified, but up here, it was just you and Jake. The crowd's cheers faded into background noise, replaced by the steady beat of your heart and the hum of your broom. You could feel the tension between you two, not just the competitive edge but that other kind of tensionâthe one that had been building ever since the rumors started.
But none of that mattered right now. Not when you were both hunting for the Snitch, eyes sharp and hands steady.
Suddenly, a flash of gold appeared near the Gryffindor goalposts, darting in and out of sight. Without thinking, you leaned forward, your broom responding instantly as you shot toward it. Jake was right beside you, moving just as fast, his focus as intense as yours.
The two of you raced through the air, neck and neck, weaving through the other players like they werenât even there. Your speed increased, the wind biting at your face, but you blinked away the tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You could see the Snitch now, clear as day, hovering just ahead, and you pushed yourself harder, faster.
Jake was right beside you, his presence impossible to ignore. He was fast, maybe even faster than youâd expected, but you werenât about to let him beat you. Not today.
The Snitch zigzagged in front of you, leading you on a dizzying chase, but you kept your eyes locked on it, blocking out everything else. Jakeâs broom edged closer to yours, the two of you flying so close you could almost feel the heat of his body next to yours.
âNot bad, Y/N,â Jake called out, his voice laced with amusement. âBut Iâve got this.â
You clenched your jaw, refusing to be distracted. âWeâll see about that.â
In that split second, the Snitch made a sharp turn, darting toward the opposite end of the pitch. You reacted instantly, pulling your broom into a steep dive. Jake followed, the two of you plummeting toward the ground at breakneck speed. The crowd gasped, but you didnât hear it. All you could hear was the wind rushing past your ears and the pounding of your heart in your chest.
The Snitch was just out of reach now, taunting you as it danced in the air. You reached out, fingers brushing against the cold metal wings, but just as you were about to close your hand around it, Jakeâs broom nudged yours, ever so slightly. It wasnât enough to throw you off completely, but it was enough to make you miss.
âDammit!â you hissed under your breath, shooting Jake a glare as he grinned at you.
âGotta be quicker than that,â he teased, his voice light and playful.
You didnât respond, your focus already back on the Snitch. It darted up again, back toward the clouds, and you followed, Jake right on your tail. This time, though, you didnât hold back. You pushed yourself harder, faster, the familiar burn of effort spreading through your muscles as you leaned into the speed.
Jake was goodâmaybe even as good as youâbut this was your game, your win. You werenât going to let him take this from you.
The Snitch hovered just ahead, and with one final burst of speed, you reached out, your fingers closing around the cool, fluttering metal.
The whistle blew, signaling the end of the match, and the roar of the crowd hit you all at once, louder than ever. You barely registered it, your chest heaving as you clutched the Snitch in your hand, the golden wings still fluttering feebly against your palm.
You won.
As you landed, your teammates swarmed you, cheering and shouting in celebration. You barely had time to catch your breath before someone threw their arms around you, congratulating you on another victory. But through the chaos, your eyes found Jake, still hovering in the air, watching you with a mixture of disappointment and⊠admiration?
He flew down to meet you, dismounting his broom with that same easy grace he always had. Despite the loss, there was no malice in his eyes. In fact, he looked impressed.
âWell played, Y/N,â Jake said as he approached, his tone light, but there was a hint of something else in his voiceârespect, maybe. Or something more.
âYou werenât so bad yourself,â you replied, unable to resist the smile pulling at your lips.
Jake grinned, his dark eyes glinting with that familiar playful edge. âGuess I owe you a butterbeer then, huh?â
You laughed, shaking your head. âGuess so.â
For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade. The crowd, the cheers, the matchâit all became background noise as you stood there with Jake, the tension between you no longer just competitive but something else entirely.
âNext time, though,â Jake said, stepping closer, âIâm not going easy on you.â
Your heart skipped a beat at the closeness, the subtle challenge in his voice. âYou think today was easy?â you shot back, raising an eyebrow.
Jakeâs grin widened. âMaybe a little.â Then, with a wink, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, the Snitch still in your hand and your heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with the match.
Maybe it wouldnât be so bad after all, you thought, watching him disappear into the crowd.
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In the days following the match, the chatter around the school only intensified. The usual post-game buzz had, of course, shiftedâsure, people still talked about how you caught the Snitch in record time, securing the win for your house, but more and more of the gossip was about you and Jake.
It was as if your rivalry had evolved into something far more entertaining for everyone. The whispers were relentless: Y/N and Jake? Power couple of the year! Did you see how he was looking at her? I bet they're together already!
At first, you brushed it off. You had no intention of letting a few baseless rumors bother you. You and Jake were just⊠well, rivals. Nothing more. But the more you ignored it, the bolder Jake seemed to become. And soon, it was impossible to deny that he was aware of the gossip, and whatâs worseâhe was leaning into it.
Jake was everywhere. Between classes, in the corridors, during meals in the Great Hall, and even after Quidditch practice, he found a way to insert himself into your day. At first, it was subtleâcatching your eye from across the room, a quick smirk, or a teasing comment thrown your way as he walked past. But it quickly escalated. He was more flirty, more playful, and bolder with each passing day.
One afternoon, you were sitting in the library, attempting to study for your next Transfiguration exam. The room was quiet, students scattered at various tables, all hunched over books and parchment. You were deep in your notes when, out of nowhere, a familiar voice broke the silence.
âStudying hard, I see.â
You didnât even have to look up to know who it was. Jake slid into the chair across from you, his usual easy grin plastered on his face, like he had all the time in the world.
âDo you mind?â you asked, half-annoyed but unable to hide the faint smile tugging at your lips. âSome of us actually have exams to prepare for.â
Jake leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered. âYouâre always so focused. Thought Iâd give you a break.â He glanced at your open textbook, then back at you. âYou could use one.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help the way your heart sped up just a little. He was getting too comfortable around you, and the worst part was that you didnât entirely hate it. âI donât need a break, Jake. I need to pass this exam.â
âCâmon,â he said, leaning forward on his elbows, his gaze locking with yours. âEven the best need a breather now and then.â
It wasnât just his wordsâit was the way he was looking at you, his eyes sharp yet playful, like he knew exactly what he was doing. He was more than just friendly now. There was a boldness in his tone, a clear intent behind his actions, and you were starting to see it for what it was: he was trying to fit into your life, little by little.
âJakeâŠâ you began, but he cut you off with a grin.
âDonât tell me you havenât heard the rumors,â he said, his voice low, as if sharing a secret. âAbout us.â
You blinked, momentarily thrown off by his directness. âOf course Iâve heard them,â you muttered, pretending to go back to your notes. âItâs all anyone talks about.â
âAnd?â he pressed, leaning in even closer now, his face inches from yours. âWhat do you think?â
You didnât want to admit that you had thought about it. That his constant presence had started to get under your skin in a way that wasnât entirely unwelcome. But admitting that to Jake? No chance.
âI think people are bored and have nothing better to do,â you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you.
Jake chuckled, clearly not buying your dismissal. âYou sure? Because Iâve got to say, I think weâd make a pretty great power couple. I mean, weâve already got the whole rivalry thing going. Weâd keep it interesting.â
You shook your head, but you were smiling now. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âMaybe,â he said, grinning wider, âbut youâre still smiling.â
It was hard to ignore how much effort he was putting into thisâinto you. He wasnât just teasing for the sake of it anymore. He was showing up, paying attention, and it felt like he was pushing his way into your already busy, complicated life. At first, it unnerved you, but the more he did it, the harder it became to deny that a part of you didnât mind the attention. Maybe, just maybe, you even liked it.
Everywhere you went, Jake was thereâwhether it was to walk you to class, offer you a cheeky remark about the rumors, or even just sit beside you during meals, stealing your food off your plate like it was the most natural thing in the world.
The thing was, he wasnât just some overconfident Quidditch player trying to get under your skin. He was genuinely fun to be around, and despite your best efforts to keep things professional and competitive, you found yourself laughing more around him, smiling without even realizing it.
One evening after practice, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky turned a brilliant shade of orange and pink, Jake caught up with you again, jogging lightly to match your pace as you walked back toward the castle.
âYou know,â he said, his voice casual, âI could help you with that Transfiguration exam. Iâm pretty good with theory.â
You gave him a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. âYou? Study?â
âDonât act so surprised,â he teased, grinning. âIâm not just a pretty face, you know.â
You snorted. âYeah, okay. Whatâs the catch?â
Jake paused for a moment, pretending to think before flashing you a charming smile. âNo catch. Just thought it might be fun to spend more time together. You know, if weâre going to be Hogwartsâ favorite couple, we should probably get used to each other.â
There it was againâbold, playful, and completely unafraid of pushing the boundary between friendly banter and something more. And as much as you wanted to push him away, to keep things strictly about Quidditch and school, you found yourself softening toward him.
âAlright, Sim,â you said, shaking your head but smiling despite yourself. âYou want to help me study? Letâs see what youâve got.â
Jakeâs smile grew wider, and as you walked side by side toward the castle.
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The day of the next match arrived, but this time, you werenât nervous. In fact, you were almost bored by the prospect. The other team had a seeker youâd gone up against more than once before. He was good, decent even, but he had one glaring weakness: his ridiculous crush on you.
You didnât mind using it to your advantage. Quidditch wasnât about feelings; it was about strategy, speed, and focus. And it wasnât your fault if their seeker couldnât keep his eyes on the Snitch instead of on you.
The morning was crisp as you made your way to the pitch, your Firebolt slung over your shoulder. Your teammates were buzzing with excitement, as usual, but you were unusually calm. Victory felt like a foregone conclusion.
As you arrived on the pitch, you saw him across the field, already in his gear, stealing glances at you when he thought you werenât looking. You suppressed an eye roll. He was hopeless. Heâd never even worked up the courage to ask you out, not that it wouldâve mattered. You werenât interested. He wasnât your type at allâtoo much of a show-off, too self-absorbed in his image. You couldnât stand the way he talked big but couldnât back it up.
Jake, on the other hand⊠well, that was a different story. But now wasnât the time to get distracted.
As you mounted your broom, you locked eyes with the other seeker. His face immediately turned red, and he looked away, fiddling nervously with his gloves. You smirked. This was going to be easier than you thought.
The whistle blew, and you shot into the air, the wind rushing past your face. The familiar feeling of freedom took over as you soared higher, scanning the sky for any sign of the Snitch. Below, the Chasers were already battling it out for the Quaffle, but you paid them no mind. Your eyes darted around the pitch, searching for that telltale glint of gold.
From the corner of your eye, you could see the other seeker trailing behind you, his focus split between you and the Snitch. You smirked to yourself. He was already distracted, and the game had barely started.
Moments passed, and your team had already secured an early lead. You werenât even concerned about the score, though. Your only focus was the Snitch, and you knew the rest would fall into place.
It wasnât long before you spotted itâa flash of gold hovering just below the goalposts. You leaned forward, your Firebolt responding instantly as you sped toward it. The other seeker noticed you moving and hurried to follow, but you could tell his heart wasnât fully in it. He was already hesitating, probably wondering what you were thinking, whether youâd noticed him looking at you earlier.
Typical.
You made a sharp dive, pulling him with you, then shot upward at the last second. He followed, but slower, distracted by the proximity. As he closed in, you glanced back, locking eyes with him for just a second. It was all the distraction you needed.
He slowed, his focus slipping for just a moment as he looked at you, probably trying to figure out what you were about to do. You saw the doubt flicker in his eyes, and that was all it took.
With a sharp turn, you dove again, this time for real. The Snitch was right there, dancing just out of reach, but your hand was steady as you reached out, fingers closing around the cool metal. The crowd erupted in cheers, but you barely heard them. The win was as certain as youâd expected.
You descended back to the pitch, the Snitch clenched in your fist as your teammates swarmed around you, congratulating you on yet another victory. You hardly broke a sweat.
As you dismounted your broom, you glanced back at the seeker. He was still hovering in the air, looking sheepish, as if he knew exactly how badly heâd been played. He didnât even bother to come down to shake hands with you. Not that you caredâhe was the type to hide behind his bravado, all talk and no substance. He wasnât the kind of guy youâd ever be interested in.
You were about to leave the pitch when you felt a presence beside you. Jake, of course. He grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he glanced up at the seeker. âYouâve really got that guy wrapped around your finger, donât you?â
You laughed, shaking your head. âItâs not my fault he canât focus.â
Jake raised an eyebrow, his expression playful. âI donât know. Something tells me you enjoy it a little too much.â
âMaybe,â you admitted, smirking. âBut a winâs a win.â
Jake chuckled, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer than usual. âRemind me never to fall for one of your tricks, then.â
You shot him a sideways glance. âWho says you havenât already?â
The words slipped out before you could stop them, and for a moment, Jake looked genuinely caught off guard. Then, he grinned that familiar, cocky grin of his. âTouchĂ©,â he said, giving you a wink before walking off toward his teammates.
You watched him go, a strange warmth blooming in your chest. Maybe you had a point. Jake was smartâhe wouldnât get distracted the way the seeker did. But you couldnât help wondering if, in some way, he was already playing the same game you were.
And just maybe, you were starting to enjoy it.
The next day, as you made your way through the crowded corridors of Hogwarts, the last thing you expected was to be stopped by the seeker from the previous match. He stepped right in front of you, forcing you to halt abruptly.
"Can I help you?" you asked, already annoyed by his presence.
"Yeah, you can," he said, a smug grin spreading across his face. "With going out with me tomorrow." His tone wasnât one of polite suggestionâit was a command.
You rolled your eyes, not bothering to hide your disgust. "I'm not interested."
His grin faltered, and you could see the beginnings of anger flash across his face. "What are you talking about? Who would reject me?" His voice was rising, drawing more attention from the surrounding students.
"I would," you said flatly, folding your arms across your chest. "In a million lifetimes."
His face twisted in disbelief. "You can't reject me! Look at me! I'm the best seeker there is!" His voice was now loud enough to echo through the hall.
You were about to fire back when, suddenly, someone wrapped their arms around your waist from behind, pulling you close. Instinctively, you tensed, ready to push them off, until you heard the familiar voice.
"Didn't you hear, you oaf? She said no. Now piss off," Jake said, his tone casual but edged with a sharpness that made the surrounding crowd quiet down.
You relaxed slightly, realizing it was Jake who had pulled you into this unexpected embrace. His arms were secure around you, his chin resting just above your head as he glared at the seeker from over your shoulder. His hold on you felt possessive, but protective at the same time, a sharp contrast to the arrogant and demanding tone of the guy in front of you.
The seeker blinked, seemingly unable to process what was happening. "Huh?"
"Are you deaf?" Jake said, louder this time. "The lady said no. Now back off."
You could hear the whispers from the students gathered around. All eyes were on the three of you. It was impossible not to notice how the situation had escalated into a full-on spectacle. Part of you was growing more irritated by the attention. Where were the teachers when you needed them? Youâd even take Filch showing up right now, just to diffuse this ridiculous situation.
Just as it seemed like the seeker was about to snap, you heard the clipped, authoritative voice of Professor McGonagall approaching from behind the crowd. "What is going on here?" she demanded.
Jakeâs arms didnât loosen around you as he answered smoothly. "Allow me to explain, Professor. We were all on our way to class when this student decided it would be appropriate to bother Y/N, despite her repeatedly saying no."
McGonagallâs stern gaze flicked to the seeker, who looked as if he was about to argue. "Thatâs notâ"
But before he could defend himself, a chorus of voices from the gathered students confirmed Jakeâs version of events. McGonagall didnât need any more convincing.
"Twenty points from your house Mr. Cogsworth for improper behavior," she snapped, her eyes narrowing at the boy. "And detention, I think, would be appropriate. Now, to your classes, all of you!"
The crowd quickly dispersed, leaving you standing there with Jake still holding you. You let out a deep breath, the tension slowly draining from your body now that it was over. You glanced up at Jake, who finally loosened his grip, though his arm lingered around your waist.
"Thank you," you said, looking up at him. There was a mixture of relief and genuine gratitude in your voice.
Jake smiled down at you, the sharpness in his expression softening. "No problem," he replied casually, but his eyes held something elseâsomething more than just friendliness.
You stood there for a moment, the two of you alone as the hallway emptied out, the echoes of whispers still faint in the distance. The rumors about you and Jake were only going to get worse after this, and somehow, you didnât care as much as you thought you would.
Jake finally let go, but not before shooting you a playful smirk. "Seems like I keep showing up just in time, donât I?"
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "Maybe, but you didnât have to be so dramatic about it."
He shrugged, stepping back slightly. "What can I say? Iâm just trying to protect my favorite rival."
With that, he turned and started walking away, throwing you one last glance over his shoulder. "See you later, Y/N."
As you watched him go, you couldnât help but shake your head, a mixture of exasperation and something else you didnât want to admit filling your chest. Maybe Jake Sim was becoming more than just your rival.
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You were browsing through the shelves of the little bookshop in Hogsmeade, your arms full of books. A couple of Quidditch guides and strategy manuals were stacked in your arms, but hidden beneath them, tucked away, was a muggle romance novel. You felt a little embarrassed by the thought of anyone catching you with it.
Your eyes landed on a book at the very top shelf that you really wanted. It was out of reach, but you werenât one to back down from a challenge. You were just about to climb the shelf or grab your wand when a hand appeared from behind you and plucked the book from its place.
"Here you go," the guy said, handing it to you. You turned, surprised.
"Thank you," you muttered, taking the book and preparing to move on.
"No problem, Y/N," he replied, and you stilled. Great, another one who knew you from Quidditch. "I saw your latest match. You were so fast, I could barely keep my eyes on you!"
You forced a polite smile. "Thanks."
But he wasnât finished. "How did you get so good?" he asked, leaning an arm against the shelf and looking down at you with a smirk that made your skin crawl.
Red flags were already popping up. His posture was way too close, his voice far too familiar for your liking.
"Practice," you answered shortly, hoping heâd take the hint and leave.
Instead, he kept talking, throwing more questions at you, trying to get you to open up. But the way he loomed over you, the casual smirk, the way he moved closer with every wordâit all set off alarm bells in your head. You werenât digging this. At all.
Then, with a sleazy grin, he leaned in even closer and asked, "Hey, you arenât really dating Sim Jaeyun, are you? âCause I can give you a much better ride."
The comment sent a wave of disgust through you.
You glared at him, stepping back. "I think you better back up now."
"Come on, dollface," he said, his tone greasy, as he reached for your arm.
Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist with a force that made you drop all the books in your hands, scattering them across the floor. His grip was too tight, almost painful, and you tugged at your wrist, trying to break free. "Let me go!" you snapped, slapping him hard across the face.
The slap workedâhe released you and grabbed at his face, shocked. You quickly stepped backward, your heart racing, only to bump into something solid behind you.
âWhat the fuck is going on here?â a familiar voice said, cold and sharp. You turned and saw Jake standing right behind you, holding a box of candy in one hand, his face twisted into a look of pure fury.
The guy who had grabbed you looked stunned, but Jake wasnât giving him an inch. Without saying a word, Jake stepped in front of you, placing himself between you and the creep. His body language was all protective, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a deadly seriousness.
"Nothing. Nothing," the guy stammered, raising his hands defensively.
Jakeâs eyes narrowed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Didnât seem like nothing to me."
The tension in the air was palpable, and you didnât wait for the situation to escalate further. You knew Jake could handle himselfâand handle himâso without another word, you fled out of the shop, your heart pounding.
Once outside, you took in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You had never been in a situation like that before, and the reality of how easily it could have gone worse made your hands tremble slightly.
After a few minutes of pacing outside the shop, you saw Jake emerge, his expression calm but his eyes still stormy. He caught sight of you and immediately walked over.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, his concern genuine.
You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah. Thanks for stepping in."
"Anytime," Jake said, his anger melting into a more familiar, reassuring smile. "Though I have to say, you did a pretty good job of handling him on your own."
You managed a weak laugh, the adrenaline still running through your veins. "Yeah, thanks,"
You noticed how Jake was carrying your stack of books in his arms, as he casually held them out to you. "Here," he said, his voice laced with a teasing undertone. "All taken care of. You don't owe a thing."
You blinked in surprise, reaching out to take the books from him. "Waitâwhat do you mean 'taken care of'?"
Jake's grin only widened. "I paid for them. You looked like you had enough to deal with already, so I figured Iâd save you the trouble."
You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say anything, his eyes dropped to the bottom of the stack, where your muggle romance novel was now in plain view. "Oh, and this," he said, tapping the cover of the book with a playful smirk, "is interesting. Didnât think you were the type."
You flushed, "Jake," you warned, narrowing your eyes.
"What? Iâm not judging!" he said, laughing. "In fact, I think itâs great. A little break from Quidditch and all the pressure, right?"
"Yeah, well, I didnât exactly want everyone to know Iâm reading stuff like this."
Jake tilted his head, giving you an easy smile. "Everyone? Nah, just me. And like I said, your secretâs safe."
You couldnât help but smile back, even though you were still a little mortified. "Thanks. Really, though, you didnât have to pay for the books. I couldâve handled it."
Jake shrugged casually. "I know, but consider it a thank you. For not letting that guy get away with being a complete prat." He winked, and his teasing tone faded into something a little softer. "And for letting me help."
"Well," you said, shifting the weight of the books in your arms, "thanks for that too. Iâm glad you were there."
Jakeâs grin returned, lighter this time. "Anytime. Though next time, maybe weâll run into each other under less dramatic circumstances."
"Yeah, maybe," you said, chuckling.
He gave you a playful salute before stepping back. "See you later, Y/N."
As you watched him walk away, you couldnât help but smile to yourself. Maybe this whole "Jake inserting himself into your life" thing wasnât as bad as you once thought.
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Another match against Gryffindor was electric. The tension had been building for weeks, whispers of the rematch filling the halls of Hogwarts. You and Jake had exchanged some playful banter leading up to it, but today, all that was out the window. You were focused, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you soared through the sky, scanning for the Golden Snitch.
Jake was right beside you, keeping pace as you both zoomed across the pitch. He was goodâreally goodâbut you had the edge. You always did. Your broom, your trusty Firebolt, had never let you down. It had carried you to victory time and time again, and today would be no different.
Or so you thought.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the Snitch glinting in the sunlight. Jake saw it at the same time, and the two of you surged forward, neck and neck. The wind whipped around you, and the crowd was roaring, but all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat, faster and faster, as you reached outâ
And then, everything went wrong.
Your broom, the one that had never failed you before, suddenly jolted beneath you, veering sharply to the side. You tried to correct it, but it was like the broom had a mind of its own, pulling you upward in a violent arc. Panic shot through you as you fought to regain control, but nothing worked. The broom spasmed wildly, throwing you off balance.
You looked ahead just in time to see Jake catch the Snitch. His face lit up in victory for a split second, but then you saw itâhis expression twisted into shock and horror as he realized what was happening to you.
You barely had time to process it before the broom slung you upward and then threw you off, hard and fast. The world became a blur of colors as you plummeted, the wind tearing at your skin, the ground rushing up to meet you. You heard the distant screams of the crowd, but they felt muted, like they were coming from underwater.
Jakeâs voice called out to you, but you couldnât make out the words. You saw him dive toward you, his face full of panic and worry, but he was too far away. Your broom was still flailing wildly in the air, useless now, just a blur of dark wood against the sky.
What the fuck? you thought as the ground got closer and closer.
Then everything went black.
The last thing you saw was Jake, desperately trying to reach you, his eyes wide with fear.
And then, nothing.
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When you regained consciousness, the familiar scent of herbs and antiseptics filled your nostrils, grounding you in a reality that felt both comforting and suffocating. Your head throbbed with a relentless ache, and as you blinked against the harsh light of the hospital wing, the room came into focus slowly. There were beds lined up against the walls, the usual sight of students recovering from various injuries, but it all felt distant, like a dream you couldn't quite grasp.
"You're finally awake, darling," Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, rushing toward you with an air of both relief and urgency.
You attempted to sit up, but the hammering pain in your head forced you to reconsider. âHow long was I out?â you managed to ask, your voice hoarse.
"Always straight to business. You've been here for three days," she replied, her brow furrowed with concern.
Three whole days. The weight of those words settled heavily on your chest. You nodded slowly, the reality of your situation crashing down on you like a tidal wave. Three days of unconsciousnessâthree days during which you had lost your first match.
The thought twisted in your gut. You had never experienced loss like this before. Not just a defeat, but the crushing weight of disappointment and failure. You could almost hear the whispers of your classmates echoing in your mind, the pitying glances that would follow you, the questions that would hang in the air like an unwanted specter.
When Madam Pomfrey finally left you alone, the stillness of the room felt oppressive. You knew what had happened, and the shame stung like a physical blow. You had let everyone down. Your fatherâs dreams for you, your motherâs unwavering supportânow you could only imagine their disappointment. You had worked so hard to prove yourself, only to come crashing down like your broom.
As soon as you were released from the hospital wing, you pulled your hood up to hide your face, a futile attempt to shield yourself from the world as you made your way back to your dorm. Luckily, none of your roommates were around. The silence of the empty room was deafening.
Standing there, the reality of it all settled in, and an overwhelming surge of anger bubbled to the surface. Your eyes fell on your Firebolt, lying innocently by your bed, and you felt a rush of heat flood your chest. With a growl of frustration, you charged at it, fists flying. You didnât stop until the broom lay in shattered pieces on the floor, splintered wood and bristles scattered around you. You didnât even notice the tears streaming down your face, blurring your vision as you destroyed what had once been your most trusted companion.
Once the adrenaline faded and you stood surrounded by the wreckage, an icy emptiness filled the space where your fury had been. You felt hollow, as if all the light had been sucked out of you. Nothing mattered anymore. You didnât matter.
Your perfect streak was done, and you were left with the aching void of your loss. A part of you craved the comfort of knowing you had once been a top Seeker, the recognition that came with it. But that part was overshadowed by the deep sense of shame that gnawed at your insides.
You sank to the floor amidst the wreckage of your Firebolt, the weight of your emotions crashing down on you. You were lost, and no matter how hard you tried to shake off the defeat, it lingered like a shadow, refusing to let you forget.
The days that followed were a blur of isolation and despair. You remained locked in your dorm room, cocooned in your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The world outside continued on, but inside, you felt like time had stopped.
When your friends had found you in a wreck, hair unkempt and eyes hollow, they didnât hesitate to rush to your side, enveloping you in warmth and reassurance.
âItâs okay, Y/N,â one of them whispered, brushing your hair back from your forehead. âWeâre here for you.â
You let them fuss over you for a while, grateful for their kindness. They brought you food and work, insisting you wouldnât fall behind, but the offerings went untouched. You kept repeating that you werenât hungry, ignoring the insistent rumble in your stomach until it finally fell silent, mirroring the emptiness you felt inside.
Your thoughts spiraled, a black cloud forming that consumed every rational thought, every flicker of happiness. The weight of your failure pressed down on you like a heavy blanket, suffocating and relentless. You lay in bed, staring into the dark corners of your mind, haunted by the faces of your teammates, your friends, your parents. The letters from your father piled up on your desk, one of them a howler you had the instinct to burn. You didnât dare touch them, couldnât bear the idea of facing their disappointment.
But what hurt most was Jake.
You learned from your friends that he had tried numerous times to reach you, sending notes and letters either through them or owls that perched patiently on your windowsill, waiting for a response that never came. Each time you saw an owl, your heart twisted painfully in your chest. You couldn't face him nowânot after what had happened. You felt so far away from the confident Seeker he knew, so unworthy of his concern.
Even now, in your darkest moments, the thought of Jake stirred something within youâa bittersweet ache that reminded you of all the laughter you had shared, the playful banter that had ignited a spark you couldnât fully understand. But you had buried it all under layers of guilt and shame, afraid of the emptiness that filled the void where joy used to be.
As the days dragged on, the loneliness became unbearable. You lay there in silence, feeling like a ghost in your own life, memories of flying high above the pitch a distant dream. You longed for the adrenaline of the chase, the thrill of the game, the camaraderie of your teammatesâbut all of that felt irretrievable now, lost in the wake of your loss.
One particularly heavy night, after a long day of tossing and turning, you finally glanced at the stack of letters. The ache in your heart swelled painfully, and the tears you thought you had dried up began to flow again. You could feel it deep in your bones: something was missing, a connection that had once brought you comfort now overshadowed by your own turmoil.
With a shaking breath, you grabbed one of the letters from the pile and held it in your trembling hands, wondering if perhaps reading it could provide some semblance of clarity. Would it bring you closer to understanding the man who had become such an integral part of your life, or would it drive you further into despair? Either way, you knew you couldnât keep running from it forever.
With trembling hands, you carefully unfolded the first letter, the familiar scrawl of Jakeâs handwriting making your heart flutter unexpectedly. You had avoided these for so long, but now, curiosity and desperation pushed you to read his words.
"Dear Y/N," it began, and you felt a rush of warmth just from those simple words.
He started with a confession: how, before he even joined the Quidditch team, he had watched you from afar during your matches, admiring the way you glided through the air with a confidence that seemed untouchable. âYou probably didnât even notice me,â he wrote, âbut I noticed everything. The way you would tuck your hair behind your ear when you were focused, how you always managed to smile even after a tough practice. It was like you carried this light with you that drew everyone in, including me.â
You felt a small smile tug at your lips, the memory of those moments flickering in your mind. You had always thought of yourself as just another player, but Jakeâs words painted a picture of someone extraordinary, someone worth looking up to.
As you continued reading, you found a list of all the things he loved about youâyour determination, your laughter, the way you cared for your teammates, and even the silly little quirks you thought no one noticed. âI was so proud of you every time you won a match,â he wrote. âYou were incredible out there, and Iâd feel like the luckiest guy alive just to share the same pitch with you.â
A laugh escaped your lips, mingling with the tears that began to fall. Each line felt like a balm to your aching heart. He described how elated he felt when you acknowledged him, when you teased him back during practice or shared a joke. âItâs the little moments with you that make my heart race,â he admitted. âYou bring so much joy into my life.â
Then, he turned to the day you met in the tent. As you read his recollection of that moment, your heart swelled. âSeeing you up close was surreal. You were so beautiful and strong, and I couldnât help but feel like I was in the presence of someone untouchable,â he wrote. âI wanted to be there for you, to protect you, to make you smile.â
His words deepened the ache within you, and you wiped your eyes, unable to suppress a smile at how vulnerable he had been, pouring his heart onto the page. You could almost hear his voice in your mind, the way he always managed to lighten the mood even when things were tough.
And then came the heart-stopping confession. âIâve fallen in love with you,â he wrote, plain and simple, yet each word carried the weight of a thousand emotions. âEverything about you captivates me. I want to hold you close, to listen to your worries, to be your safe space. I want to kiss you and tell you that youâre not alone. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mineânow and always.â
You gasped, your breath hitching in your throat as the tears streamed down your cheeks. Each word felt like a ray of light piercing through the dark cloud that had consumed you for so long. You hadnât realized just how deeply you had longed for his affection, for the acknowledgment that you were loved not just for your skills but for who you truly were.
The more you read, the more you felt that heavy weight lifting, the suffocating darkness that had surrounded you beginning to dissolve with every heartfelt sentence. He spoke of dreams, of a future where you would support each other, and your heart swelled at the thought of being with him.
âWouldnât it be amazing to share everything together? To laugh, to explore, to just be?â he wrote. âYou inspire me every single day, and I canât help but hope you feel the same way about me.â
By the time you reached the final lines of the last letter, you were full-on crying, but it was a different kind of sorrowâone filled with hope and healing. Jakeâs words wrapped around you like a comforting embrace, pushing away the shadows that had lingered for too long.
You carefully placed the letters down, your heart racing. In that moment, you realized that despite the pain of the last few days, there was a light at the end of the tunnel.
Your cries echoed softly in the quiet of your dorm room, breaking the silence of the night. It didnât take long for your roommates to stir, their sleepy voices filled with concern.
âY/N? Are you okay?â one of them called out, their voice laced with worry.
You quickly wiped your tears, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. âIâIâm fine,â you stammered, but the tremor in your voice gave you away.
The sound of shuffling feet and rustling blankets filled the room as your dormmates rushed to your side. Before you could protest, they enveloped you in a tight hug, their warmth wrapping around you like a protective cocoon. âYouâre not fine,â another friend said softly. âYou donât have to go through this alone.â
The comfort of their presence broke through the walls you had built around yourself. You felt the weight of your emotions pouring out again, and the hugs grew tighter, reassuring. âWeâre here for you, no matter what,â one of them whispered, gently rubbing your back as you finally let go, tears flowing freely.
After a while, they pulled back, exchanging glances that spoke of solidarity and understanding. âWe need a sleepover,â one of your friends declared, a determined glint in her eyes. âLetâs put the mattresses on the floor!â
The idea sparked a flicker of joy within you, and you managed a small smile as they sprang into action. Within moments, the room was transformed; mattresses were dragged from beds and tossed onto the floor, creating a cozy nest of blankets and pillows.
Once settled, your friends nestled around you, forming a protective circle. Laughter bubbled up as they shared stories and silly jokes, their lightheartedness gradually lifting the heaviness in the air.
As the night deepened, you felt safe enough to share what you had read in Jakeâs letters. Your friends listened intently, gasping at the sweet things he had said and offering support and encouragement. âHe sounds amazing!â one of them exclaimed. âYou deserve to be with someone who admires you like that!â
As time went on, the laughter faded into soft murmurs and sleepy giggles, and eventually, the room fell quiet. You nestled in among your friends, feeling a profound sense of belonging.
And as you drifted off to sleep, you felt a sense of clarity emerging from the shadows.
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The morning light filtered through the grand hall as you entered with your friends, a protective circle surrounding you. You could feel the stares and whispers prickling against your skin like static electricity. It was a strange sensation, having once been the center of attention for your accomplishments, only to now be the subject of hushed conversations about your recent loss.
You kept your chin up, forcing yourself to focus on the tables lined with food rather than the scrutinizing gazes. It was then that you spotted Jake at the Gryffindor table. His usual aura of energy was dimmed, replaced by a look of sadness that tugged at your heart. You didnât want him to feel guilty for something that was beyond his control.
But as if sensing your gaze, he looked up, and the moment his eyes met yours, his face transformed. The shadow of despair faded away, replaced by the familiar brightness that made your heart flutter. He practically leaped to his feet, stumbling slightly as he rushed toward you.
Your friends parted to make way, allowing him to reach you with ease. He skidded to a halt, concern etched on his features. âY/N? Are you⊠are you okay?â His voice was laced with genuine worry, and you couldnât help but soften at the sight of him.
You offered a small, reassuring smile. âGetting better,â you replied, hoping to ease his fears.
But then you noticed a flicker of guilt cross his face, and he spoke quickly. âIâm sorry⊠I didnât⊠I thought you would get the Snitch before me, butââ
Before he could finish, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. To your surprise, he embraced you tightly, grounding you both in the moment. âI read your letters,â you whispered in his ear, and you could feel him stiffen slightly at your admission.
When you pulled back, you saw shock reflected in his eyes, but also something deeperârelief, perhaps. âMeet me at the pitch after school,â you told him, your heart racing at the prospect.
Jake nodded, his expression softening as you turned to head toward the table where your friends were already dishing up breakfast.
As you filled your plate, thoughts of the previous match flickered through your mind. You had learned that your broom had been bewitched to ensure your loss, a cruel trick played by those who had been jealous of your success. The news had spread quickly, and while you felt relieved to know it hadnât been your fault, the image of your shattered Firebolt lingered in your mind, a painful reminder of your previous frustration.
You glanced around the hall, catching snippets of conversations. Some students were already arguing over the validity of the match. âIt was a foul! They should give them a rematch!â one voice exclaimed from across the hall. Another chimed in, âA loss is a loss. Get over it!â
But in that moment, you realized something profound: you didnât really care about the opinions swirling around you. Not right now.
Instead, your focus remained on Jake.
After the final class of the day, anticipation coursed through you as you made your way down to the Quidditch pitch. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue across the grass and making the stands look almost ethereal. As you approached, you spotted Jake standing by the edge of the pitch, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, gazing off into the distance.
He turned at the sound of your footsteps, and a bright smile broke across his face, illuminating the waning daylight. âY/N!â he called out, a rush of energy infusing his voice. You couldnât help but smile back, feeling the warmth spread in your chest as you closed the distance between you.
âHey,â you replied, your voice softer than usual. You were suddenly acutely aware of how close he was, the way the fading sunlight highlighted the contours of his face, the way his dark hair fell slightly over his forehead.
âI was worried you wouldnât come,â he admitted, scratching the back of his neck, a hint of vulnerability slipping through his bravado. âI thought maybe after everything, youâd want to avoid me.â
You shook your head, stepping closer. âNever. I needed to talk to you.â
His expression shifted, curiosity flashing in his eyes. âAbout what?â
You took a deep breath, the words suddenly feeling heavy on your tongue. âAbout us⊠and everything thatâs happened.â
Jakeâs gaze softened, and he nodded. âOkay. Letâs talk.â
You both settled down on the grass, the cool blades tickling your fingers as you fidgeted with them. âIâve been thinking a lot about what you wrote in your letters,â you began, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. âAbout how youâve admired me from afar⊠how youâve always been there for me.â
Jake leaned closer, his expression earnest. âItâs true. I never thought I could feel so strongly for someone. You inspire me, Y/N. Watching you play, seeing your determinationâitâs incredible. Youâre incredible.â
Your heart raced at his words, each one wrapping around you like a warm embrace. âI didnât realize how much I needed that support until you were there,â you admitted. âWhen I lost that match, it felt like everything Iâd worked for had crumbled. But reading your letters⊠it brought me back to life.â
Jakeâs eyes held yours, full of understanding. âI just wanted you to know that youâre not alone in this. You donât have to be perfect. Youâre allowed to fall and feel weak sometimes. But Iâll always be here to catch you.â
A lump formed in your throat, and you took a moment to collect yourself. âAnd I want to be there for you too. You mean so much to me, Jake. More than I ever thought Iâd allow myself to feel for anyone.â
His smile widened, and the tension between you seemed to melt away. âSo⊠what are we? I mean, I donât want to assume, but I want you to know that Iâm all in, if you are.â
Your heart raced, a rush of warmth flooding your cheeks. âIâm all in too,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âIâve felt this connection between us for a while now, but I was too afraid to acknowledge it. But now⊠I want to explore this with you, to see where it can lead.â
Jakeâs expression turned serious, the playful glimmer in his eyes replaced by deep sincerity. âThen letâs be honest with each other, no more hiding our feelings. I really like you, Y/N. Like, a lot. Youâve become such an important part of my life.â
Before you could respond, Jake leaned in closer, brushing his lips against yours softly, almost hesitantly, as if testing the waters. You melted into the kiss, feeling a rush of warmth that spread throughout your entire body. It was sweet and gentle, filled with a promise of more to come.
When you both pulled back, breathless and smiling, Jake took a moment to admire you, his eyes sparkling with affection. âCan I kiss you again?â he asked, his voice low.
You nodded, feeling emboldened. This time, he leaned in deeper, his lips moving against yours with a more confident rhythm. You responded eagerly, losing yourself in the sensation of his touch, the way he held you gently yet firmly. It was as if the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little universe.
When you finally broke apart again, you rested your forehead against his, both of you gasping for air. âWow,â you murmured, your heart racing.
âWow indeed,â Jake replied, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. âI could get used to this.â
You laughed, the sound bubbling up from your chest, feeling lighter than you had in days. âMe too.â
âThen letâs make a deal,â he said, his voice suddenly serious again. âNo more holding back. We face everything together, starting from now. Whether itâs Quidditch, school, or whatever else life throws at us. Deal?â
âDeal,â you agreed, your heart swelling with affection and excitement.
Jake stood up, extending his hand to help you rise from the grass. You took it, feeling the warmth of his grip envelop your fingers, and he pulled you to your feet with a gentle tug. âI still think I owe you a Butterbeer, donât I?â he said, a playful glint in his eyes as he started walking alongside you.
âYou do,â you replied, smiling back at him, warmth flooding your cheeks as you felt the lingering thrill of your earlier conversation.
As you walked back toward the castle, the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a golden glow over everything. Jake leaned closer, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. The gesture was sweet and tender, and you couldnât help but lean into him slightly, relishing the warmth of his presence.
âSo, whatâs next for you, Quidditch superstar?â he asked, his tone teasing yet sincere.
You chuckled, shaking your head. âI still have to get back to practicing. I need to make sure Iâm ready for the next match, no matter what broom Iâm on.â
Jake nodded, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. âYou know Iâll be there to support you, right? And Iâll help you however I can. If you need a practice partner or someone to distract you while you train, Iâm your guy.â
âYeah, I know,â you said, feeling a rush of gratitude. âIt means a lot to me that youâre so supportive.â
âOf course! Youâre not just a teammate; youâre my⊠well, I guess youâre my girlfriend now?â He looked at you, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.
You beamed at him, feeling your heart flutter. âYeah, I guess I am.â
âPerfect,â he replied, a broad smile breaking across his face. âThen letâs celebrate with that Butterbeer!â
As you and Jake made your way back to the castle, hand in hand, you couldnât help but notice the mixed reactions from your fellow students. Some people smiled warmly at you, while others congratulated Jake with slaps on the back. A few even slipped coins to each other, clearly settling bets about the two of you ending up together. The sight made you chuckle inwardly; the school was always buzzing with gossip, but this felt oddly charming.
Just then, a chorus of voices began to rise up from the crowd. âKiss! Kiss! Kiss!â they chanted, and your heart raced at the unexpected attention. You glanced at Jake, who looked equally amused and a bit bashful.
âShould we?â you asked, a teasing smile playing on your lips.
Jake shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. âWhy not? Letâs give them a show.â
With a sudden burst of confidence, you pulled him down by his tie, closing the distance between you. You pressed your lips against his, and he didnât hesitate to kiss you back, his hands finding your waist. The warmth of the moment enveloped you both, and the crowd erupted into cheers, whoops, and whistles.
âOnly befitting the two fastest seekers ended up together!â someone shouted, and the laughter and applause filled the air around you.
You pulled back slightly, breathless and grinning, your cheeks flushed. Jakeâs eyes sparkled with delight, and you could see the pride in his expression. âI think we just gave them what they wanted,â he said, his tone light and teasing.
âGuess we did!â you replied, still feeling the electricity of the kiss.
â
You had never truly cared for Quidditch. It was just a sport to you. But now, sitting with your fingers intertwined with Jakeâs, you began to rethink your earlier stance.
Cause it had brought you Jake.
The way he had defended you in the hallway, how he had always been there for you during your darkest moments, and the way his smile lit up a room had all stemmed from the Quidditch pitch.
âHey,â Jake said, nudging you with his shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. âYou okay? You look lost in thought.â
You smiled at him, warmth flooding your chest. âI was just thinking about how I never really cared for Quidditch until now.â
His brow furrowed slightly, a playful smirk creeping onto his lips. âOh really? And what brought about this epiphany?â
âQuidditch is the reason I found you,â you replied softly, your gaze locking onto his.
Jakeâs expression softened, and you could see the genuine surprise in his eyes. âYou mean that?â
âYeah,â you admitted, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. âI never realized how much it connected us, how much it means to me now because of you.â
His smile widened, and you felt your heart flutter as he squeezed your hand tighter. âYouâre the best thing to come out of this whole Quidditch mess. I wouldnât trade it for anything.â
âLetâs make a deal,â Jake said, his eyes sparkling mischievously. âIâll teach you to love the game if you promise to be there for me every match.â
You chuckled, shaking your head. âDeal."
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âIt only took a momentâŠâ
(Mouthwashing Daisuke x Mechanic! Reader)
The crew had been stranded in space for what felt like an eternityâfood supplies dwindling, hope fading.
Curly, their captain, lay immobile in the medical bay, a constant reminder of their dire circumstances.
Jimmy, the co-captain, ruled with an iron fist, belittling everyone and taking advantage of Curlyâs condition.
Anya, the shipâs nurse, fluttered nervously around them, her eyes darting whenever Jimmy came near.
Swansea, the tough-as-nails mechanic, had taken Daisuke under his wing but seemed to grow increasingly frustrated with him.
âJust pull yourself together, Daisuke,â he would say, his gruff voice echoing in Daisukeâs mind.
But now, sitting on the floor, Daisuke felt anything but together. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the swirling thoughts that accompanied his tipsy state.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching.
Panic gripped him, and he quickly wiped at his eyes, hoping to hide the evidence of his inebriation. But as he opened his eyes,
Reader appeared in the dim light, her silhouette framed by the flickering overhead. She looked down at him, concern etching her features.
âDaisuke?â she said softly, kneeling beside him. âWhatâs wrong? You look⊠off.â
He forced a smile, trying to mask his feelings. âIâm fine! Just⊠taking a little break, you know?â His voice was unsteady, betraying the bravado he was trying to project.
Reader frowned, her brow creasing with worry. âYou donât look fine. Are you sure youâre okay?â
He felt the walls closing in around him, the weight of the shipâs uncertainty pressing down on his chest. âReally, Iâmââ But before he could finish, the dam broke. Tears, pooling at the corner of his eyes as he quickly squeezed them shut to prevent them to fall but to no avail as he felt the sting grow more as the tears escaped his eyes.
Readerâs expression shifted from concern to immediate empathy. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. âHey, hey, itâs okay. Youâre safe. Just breathe.â
Daisuke buried his face in her shoulder, the warmth of her body grounding him as he let the tears flow freely. He felt embarrassed and vulnerable, but there was something about Readerâs presence that made it feel safe to let it all out.
The warmth of her concern was like a beacon in the darkness that surrounded him, and suddenly, the weight of everything crashed down. âI⊠Iâm sorry, Reader,â he choked out, his voice cracking. âI just⊠I feel like such a loser. I canât do anything right.â
âDaisuke, youâre not a loser,â Reader said firmly, rubbing his back in soothing circles. âYouâre one of the most optimistic people I know. Itâs okay to feel overwhelmed. Weâre all struggling right now.â
âI thought I could handle it,â he continued, his voice shaking. âI thought I could be helpful, but all Iâve done is mess things up. I canât evenââ He choked on his words, the shame washing over him like a tidal wave. âI drank mouthwash! I canât even do that right.â
Reader pulled back slightly to look him in the eye, her gaze steady and unyielding. âListen to me. Youâre not defined by this moment. None of us are. Weâre in a tough spot, and itâs okay to not be okay. Youâre trying, and that counts for something. You bring light to this ship, Daisuke. You really do.â
He sniffled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. âBut Curly⊠and Jimmy⊠and Swansea⊠they all think Iâm just a burden.â
âCurly is in a bad place, and Jimmy⊠well, heâs just Jimmy,â she said, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and sympathy. âAnd Swansea? Heâs tough because he cares. He sees potential in you, but itâs hard for him to show it right now. Youâre not a burden. Youâre part of this crew, just like the rest of us.â
The mention of Curly brought a fresh wave of pain to Daisukeâs heart. The captain had been a beacon of kindness, now reduced to a shadow of his former self. âI just wish things were different,â he murmured as Daisuke took a shaky breath, absorbing her words. âBut what if we donât make it? What if we run out of food and⊠andâŠâ
Readerâs eyes softened, and she cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. âWe will make it.â Reader said, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. âBut crying wonât help. We need to be strong for each other, especially now.â
Daisuke leaned against her, the warmth of her body grounding him in a way he desperately needed. âHow do you stay so strong?â he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
âItâs not easy,â she admitted. âBut I remember why Iâm here. I think about the people I care about â like you, Daisuke. You make it worth it. And I know you can be strong too.â
He swallowed hard, her words wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. âI want to be strong. For you. For the crew.â
âThen letâs do it together,â she said, her eyes shining with determination. âWeâll figure this out. One day at a time.â
As the tension began to ease, Daisuke felt the crushing weight of despair lift, if only slightly. âThanks, Reader. You always know what to say.â
âJust donât bottle it up next time, okay?â she said, a small smile playing on her lips. âYou can always talk to me. Iâm here for you.â
Daisuke nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. âI will. I promise.â
Before he could think twice, he leaned in and hugged her tightly, grateful for her support. She hesitated, then wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
In that moment, surrounded by the uncertainty of space and the weight of their situation, Daisuke felt a sense of belonging that had eluded him for so long.
Maybe it was with her⊠he didnât know.
They were lost, yes, but together, they could navigate the abyss.
As the ship drifted silently through the cosmos, two hearts found solace in each other. And for the first time in a long while, Daisuke believed that perhaps, just perhaps, there was a way forward.
Unfortunately⊠that wasnât possible for one of them at leastâŠ.
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Camp Maple | Sanemi Shinazugawa x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, kissing, friends to grudge to friends to sassy to lovers? childhood trauma, masturbation (fem and male), tad bit of angst, unprotected sex, cream pie, more to come? Honestly the ending could do with a rewrite but I'm too lazy for that right now.
word count: 17.5k
a/n: writers block sucks so I'm sorry if the end is trash. I wanted to get this out before school started up again. Unedited.
Itâs fucking summer again. That meant working for your motherâs sleepaway camp. Maple Woods was a fun enough place to work when your mother wasnât visiting, but if you had to work with that asshole again you highly doubt this would be the best summer ever that your mother promised you. At least last year he wasnât scheduled to be a leader with you.
The main office is where you would grab your schedule and overall camp theme for this summer. Itâs also where you could check what group you were head of. Luckily, the office building was right off the parking lot. The mess hall was a few yards down a worn rock pathway from the old brick building you were heading into.Â
The yellow screen door swings open with a screech, and youâre met with the steady whir of box fans pointed at the one lady you enjoyed seeing every year. Her straight blonde hair flutters in the heavy breeze as she looks up from her monitor. Once her caramel brown eyes settle on you, a sugary sweet smile overtakes her features. âYN!â She exclaims, standing from behind the counter. âIâm so glad you decided to come back, sweetie.â She extends her arms, walking out toward you. This is your aunt, Yena. She practically helped raise you when your mother would drop you off. Your childhood home was a 10 minute drive away, and where you lived now was around 15 minutes, depending on how long you procrastinated in traffic in an attempt to prolong accidentally running into your mother. Yena made sure your group of friends had snacks and unlimited access to her office. She was there when you had your first period. In other words, Yena was like a mother to you, at least more than your actual biological one.Â
You embrace each other, and the overwhelming smell of cinnamon hits your nose like a tidal wave. It was like home in a hug. âLike I had a choice.â You mumble but laugh with her after a beat. This felt nice, but you needed to settle in before the rest of the counselors flooded in and started the pre-camp party. âAh, do you happen to know which cabin group Iâll be in charge of?â You inquire, holding her back from you.Â
Her brows crease with thought, and then she looks excited, holding up a finger to tap your nose. âAh my little honeysuckle, you are co-leading the caterpillars.â She hums in delight. You tilt your head. Co-leading?Â
âCo-leading? With whom?â Your chest feels heavy. Last year, your co-leader was a slacker, leaving you with all the work and little time for yourself. Your group of kids were absolute sweethearts, so you didnât mind too much. Still, the experience had put a bad taste in your mouth. Yenaâs back to concentrating on your question, but this time, she shakes her head with a slight frown.Â
âIâm sorry dear, I donât remember. Though, I do remember thinking that you two are sure to make a good pair!â She clasps your hands excitedly at the latter part of her sentence. You force yourself to smile through the anxiety.Â
âHeh, yeah.â In translation, you were screaming internally. âIâll go figure it out.â The only thing you could do was head to your cabin and hope to bump into your co-lead. Maple Woods usually had 2 young adults co-lead a group of kids to keep things safe. The co-leads shared the head cabin, no matter what. It was the first cabin in a ring of 4 other ones. The campers were divided by age â thatâs where the different sections came from â then put into co-ed cabins. One cabin could fit about 8 comfortably, depending on how many kids signed up. The caterpillars are the 2nd and 3rd grader sections. The co-leader cabin was bigger, but thatâs only because of the shared bathroom and small kitchen area.Â
The air smells fresh, and you get lost in memories for a moment. There was the main hall where the welcoming ceremony would be held, and a cement path through a small patch of trees off to the side led to the different sections of cabins. On the other side of the path, surrounded by a small patch of trees, was the mess hall where meals and activities would be held. The older kids had cabins further into the woods while your section of cabins was situated right by the lake. Down the middle, past the mess hall and cabins, was the maple woods lake. The sunlight is glittering off the ripples already. Peace. Thatâs what the lake reminded you of. Up a trail on the north side, there was even a secluded waterfall, but the kids didnât get to know about that part.Â
You walk down the cracked cement walkway, puttering around with a rock as you go. The green doors are easy enough to spot against the orangey light wood of the cabins. You were lucky. You got the cabins right by the lakefront. You hike up the stairs, noting a suitcase outside the left door. Okay, so someone was here. That was a good sign. Walking through the right door it hits you that you didnât grab any of your bags from the car. You stop in the middle of the room, groaning loudly. âShit.â You curse, turning on your heel. It takes about 10 minutes for you to clamber back into the room this time with your bags haphazardly strapped across your body. They slip off your body with no regard for your hair or your skin.Â
The room is simple, a bed in the corner, a closet, a desk, and a nightstand with a cute lamp on it. To the left are two doors, one leads to the kitchenette area â the other leads to the Jack and Jill bathroom, in which you can hear rushing water. Your co-leader must be taking a preemptive shower. You give an approving nod, wishing you could take a shower yourself. Instead, you decide to wander through the far door and into the kitchenette area. Thereâs a round table with a chair on either side of it pushed under a window. A small amount of counter space â treated pine countertops â decked out with a stove, sink, and a few cabinets. A fridge acted as the counter stopper, which was right next to your room â hmm, useful. Across from the kitchen area was a single sofa with a TV mounted on the wall. You always loved the counselorsâ cabins because they were full of useful amenities.Â
You pull out a chair, sitting down at the table to peer out the window at Lake Maple. You hear a door open and turn your attention toward the sound with a cheerful smile. You had the full intention of greeting your co-leader. Instead, youâre met with the bare chest of a silver-haired and lilac-eyed asshole. A simple cotton towel is wrapped around his waist, water droplets still lazily pathing their way down his sinewy chest and past the line of the before-mentioned towel. Your brows knit together, and he does the same. âSanemi,â you grumble, forcing a smile upon your lips. âPlease tell me youâre a figment of my imagination.â This cannot be happening. Sanemi Shinazugawa can not be your co-leader.Â
When you met him for the first time both of you had bonded over having a shit parent. His father was abusive, scarring his son emotionally and physically. Despite the jagged pink scar that travels over the bridge of his nose and three crossing over each other on his forehead, Sanemi was excessively attractive. He wore his scars as a badge of what heâd overcome, but you knew there was underlying disgust that was hidden away.
He rolls his eyes, frustratedly peering to the corner of the room. âBelieve me darlinâ Iâm just as annoyed by this as you are.â Heat floods your cheeks at his casual way of speaking. You cross your arms over your chest, standing up from your chair with dramatic grandeur.Â
His eyes follow your actions, concentrating on the way you nearly stumble to the side. He quirks a smile and this only fuels your annoyance, which was amusing in its own right. âThere has to be a way we can switch out,â You throw your hands up, exasperated. Sanemi shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips.Â
He then jerks his head toward the general direction of the main office. âAlready checked with Yena, they donât trust anyone else but youân me to run the caterpillar crew.â He explains, disdain practically dripping from his voice. You groan toward the ceiling.Â
Of course, your mother would pull some shit like this. Making you work with the one person that could make you falter at your job. Was this a test? It was sure as hell annoying especially with Sanemi standing half-naked in front of you. âFor fuckâs sake can you please go put on a shirt or something?â You pinch the bridge of your nose squeezing your eyes shut.Â
Your words only earn a dark chuckle from the man across from you. âWhy? I thought I could wear this to the bonfire.â He shoots back smugly.Â
A long sigh blows past your lips as you decide not to honor him with a response. Instead, you head back into your room and slam the door. You fuss around with your hair, unpacking while you search for an outfit. Sanemi was so aggravating. With that smug look on his face and- you throw your hands down in frustration, frowning into the handheld mirror you propped against the wall. Sun earrings dangle from your ears, a simple gold chain around your throat, and mascara lifts your lashes. You put on high-waisted jean shorts and a pink bleach-washed tye-dye tank. Tennis shoes and white socks wrap it together.Â
Your heart hammers an overwhelming rhythm as you blow out a breath. Sanemi Shinazugawa was sleeping in the same cabin as you, sharing food, time, and a bathroom. You had to get over this stupid grudge against him. It wasnât healthy to latch onto something so silly for such a long time, but back then it hurt like hell. For the children, you had to put your past behind you. Maybe if you got drunk enough tonight you could talk to him about it, but those odds were very unlikely. Â
There were a few people you wanted to chat with at the bonfire, have a few drinks, and then youâd be nicely tucked into bed ready for campers to start arriving tomorrow. Simple as that. A grin makes its way onto your face as you slip out of your cabin, but it quickly drops when you notice Sanemi leaning against the deck railing. You try not to sigh too loud, but he must hear it because he quirks a brow in your direction. âWhy are you creepily waiting outside my door?â You inquire, gesturing to him. He huffs out a breath, stepping out of his leaning position.Â
Heâs wearing a black hoodie with shorts. Youâre mildly upset by how good he looks in darker clothes. It contrasts his hair in such a way that captivates you. You shake those thoughts out of your head as he trots down the stairs, hands stuffed in his pockets. âI canât very well leave you to walk to the spot by yourself.â He nods in the direction of the dark path that winds through the woods and up the rocky ledges.Â
You raise your brows, joining him on the ground. âYou think I canât handle a little spooky path on my own?â You scoff. Sanemi rolls his eyes and the action pricks your skin.Â
He starts walking toward the pathâs entrance and when you donât follow he gives you a pointed look. âShall I remind you of when we were seven?âÂ
âSanemi hold my hand! Iâm scared!â You whine, grasping his hands when he doesnât make a move. âPromise me you wonât leave my side!âÂ
You whinge, shuddering at the memory, but jog to catch up with him anyway. He turns his head to watch the path become progressively darker, a few lamps hung on trees here and there. A grin finds its way onto his lips at the way you walk closer to him every time you hear a noise. âFor a girl who grew up out here, you sure are jumpy. If you get too scared you can always hold my hand again.â He blurts, not meaning to tease you, but when your reaction is flushed cheeks and a high-pitched squeak, he canât help himself.Â
Eventually, the flickering light of a campfire and the sound of laughter distracts you from the man walking next to you. You rush ahead, excitedly finding your way to Shinobu and Mitsuri, two of your closest friends. The only people invited to this bonfire were the kids who grew up coming to this camp and eventually became counselors or otherwise affiliated.Â
Gyomei Himejima; the stern, yet emotional one that usually dealt with the older kids. He claims the young ones are too selfish and heâs unable to keep them in check. Heâs the oldest one here but still has such a soft spirit despite not having any family to go home to. Gyomei honestly loves the summer gig, but always chats about his pet cat that he canât wait to get back to. You guess that was his family to get back to.Â
Tengen Uzui; Mister Casanova with the other counselors, but heâs rumored to be otherwise attached. Which was fine by you, Tengen was all talk, no action. Besides you didnât want any action from him â his fan club would hunt you down and no matter how many defense classes you took, you would not be able to stop them.
Giyu Tomioka; the quiet one. He was great at his job but not the best at talking with the other counselors. He usually sat and listened to all of you talk on, interjecting a few times with his opinion. He was a genuine and good guy, you enjoyed talking to him one-on-one.
Kyojuro Rengoku; no one else could handle the little rascals than him. He worked with the younger children since he was as kind-hearted as they come. It takes a special type of person to do his job and no one could do it better than him, except maybe Mitsuri.
Mitsuri Kanroji; also works with the nursery and younger kids. She was a nurturer at heart, caring for the young ones was her specialty. You kept in contact with her and Shinobu the most outside of camp.Â
Shinobu Kocho; was the head of the infirmary, in case a child got a pretty bad scrape or needed medication. She may appear stern, but she was actually a big softy when it came to caring for the injured.
Obanai Iguro; head of the kitchen and helps lead exploration hikes. Obanai didnât talk much either, he had that mysterious bad-boy thing going for him â which unfortunately Mitsuri fawns over. He was also Sanemiâs best friend.Â
The bonfire was an annual party held the day before camp starts. There was a rocky clearing at the top of the waterfall that fed into the lake. This spot had a perfect view of Camp Maple, overlooking the soft glowing lights and some people rushing around for last-minute chores. Memories intertwined themselves with the breeze rushing through the trees surrounding the group. It was like a second home up here or maybe more of an escape. Either way, the light feeling growing in your chest was a welcomed change from knowing youâd have to work with Sanemi. It wasnât the worst thing in the world to happen to you. It still felt like a firecracker ready to explode in your face at any moment. There was bound to be trouble with this arrangement.
You glance at him, his eyes reflecting the warm glow of the fire. Heâs grinning as he chats with Obanai, bringing a can of beer to his lips. You watch as his throat bobs, a dribble of liquid pooling at the corner of his mouth and eventually trickling down his neck. Before you can look away his eyes catch yours, a smirk lifting his lips as he pulls the can away. He raises his brows and your back straightens, your gaze quickly darting away.Â
âHey YN, have another drink.â Shinobu nudges you, passing you a bottle of liquor. You grin as you take it from her.Â
The cool glass feels great against your mouth as you take a swig. The liquor burns a little as it slides down your throat, but it has a nice fruity taste to it. âThanks,â You raise your glass to clink against hers.Â
Mitsuri is on your other side, nervously wondering if she should talk to Obanai. âYN, would it beâŠweird for me to interject in their conversation?â She whispers in your ear, motioning discreetly to Obanai and Sanemi. You let out a soft sigh before chugging the rest of your drink. Your body fizzes with the warm gooey feeling of alochol. Mitsuri watches you with wide eyes, they sparkle in amazement. âWoah, that was really cool!â She exclaims. You huff out a laugh, extending your hand for Shinobu to hand you another. She does as you request and you pop open the cap with your teeth, letting the contents of the bottle slip into your mouth. Mitsuri claps excitedly, gaining the attention of the guys next to her.Â
Sanemi stares at you, his brows knitting together slowly as he watches you swig one more bottle. You stand, swaying slightly as you turn to Sanemi. His gaze is trained on you, standing up as you stumble toward him. You crash into his arms, a dumb grin lining your lips. The group now looks on at the spectacle. âNemi~â You coo, swinging your arms over his neck. Sanemiâs throat bobs, wrapping his muscular arm around your back to stabilize you.Â
He laughs nervously, smiling with gritted teeth toward the rest of the group. âIâm going to take her back down,â He begins, pressing you tighter into his grip. Youâre frustrated with how good his body feels against yours and when your shirt rides up a bit his skin feels like fire. Everyone seems in agreement, but you twist in his arms to shoot Mitsuri a thumbs up and a wink. Her face erupts in a red flurry and your goofy smile turns back to meet Sanemiâs gaze.Â
You giggle at his stern expression. âBoop!â You squeak, tapping the tip of his nose with your finger. His brows raise slowly as he takes in your slumping condition.Â
Sanemi turns around, squatting down on his haunches. âGet on.â He motions with his head for you to climb onto his back. You hum excitedly, slinging your arms over his neck. Your legs wobble as you try to position yourself over his back. He sighs, reaching behind him to swipe your calves out from under you. You squeal as he repositions you, sliding his warm big hands under your thighs. âHold on tight darlinâ.â He instructs and you listen well by pressing into his back, nuzzling your chin onto his shoulder. âWell, have a good night everyone.â He tries his best to wave, the group saying their goodbyes.Â
The view from his back is enjoyable as he hikes down the trail. âYouâre so strong,â You mumble, spanning your hands down his chest absentmindedly. Sanemi pauses, his muscles constricting as you touch him.Â
He shoots a look over his shoulder as you grope him. âYeah, I work out, now please stop harassing me.â He jumps you further up his back to keep you from slipping off. You giggle at the jostling motion.Â
Despite his earlier complaint, he lets your hands roam over what parts of his body you can reach. There's a comfortable silence that falls over you both but as you peer into the woods a memory youâd rather not think about seeps into your mind. âSanemi,â You start, trying to swallow the way your heart is beating â hopefully, he couldnât feel it against his back. âIâm sorry I was so angry at you.â The apology comes out of nowhere, but Sanemi knows what youâre talking about.Â
He stops in his tracks, shutting his eyes for a beat. âDonât apologize for what you have every right to feel.â He takes in a deep breath, you can feel his body rise with the motion. âI didnât think your mother would do that, I-â His voice cracks and he clears his throat before continuing. âI was just worried about you. I was too scared to find you so I went to your mother.âÂ
Your brows scrunch and you feel your chest tighten at his words. You tap his back. âI want down.â He silently helps you slide down his back. He still holds onto you, making sure you can stand on your own. You glare into his soft expression, bottom lip trembling. âYou shouldâve found me,â Your nose stings with the pressure of tears welling in your eyes. He watches you with a solemn frown. âYou shouldâve come to me!â Your voice raises, a tear falling down your cheek. You hit his chest, letting out a choked sob. âYou knew Sanemi, you knew sheâd be angry.â Your fist drops from his chest, coming up to cover your soaked face. âI hoped beyond everything that you would appear over the hill, not her.â You throw your hands down, shaking your head. He just stands there, letting you drunkenly yell and cry like an idiot in front of him. Letting you hit him, throw your words at him, and relive a past youâd rather forget.Â
He takes a step forward, yearning to reach out for you. âYNâŠâ His voice is soft and comforting â you hate the fact you want to fall into his arms again. Have him carry you to safety like he shouldâve done all those years ago.Â
You step away from him, raising your hands in front of your face. âNo, no, I need time.â Your voice trembles and as you leave Sanemi standing there in the dark you cry all the way back to your bed.
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âWelcome to Camp Maple Woods!â Your mother clasps her hands together excitedly. You groan from your position against the back wall with the rest of the counselors. She continues with the opening speech, her grating voice making your hangover that much worse. Mitsuri bumps shoulders with you, an all too happy smile on her face.Â
You wish for just a second that you could have her resilience, but being perfect sounds like too much work. âHey!â She whispers loudly to you. You peer around you, acting like she was talking to someone else. Mitsuri isnât pleased with your antics because she crosses her arms over her chest and gives you a pointed look. You immediately halt and motion for her to continue. âObanai and I texted all night.â Her stern expression lifts into a grin as her cheeks light up with a rosy color.Â
Youâre about to celebrate with her when Sanemi walks through the back doors. The happiness you share with Mitsuri washes away. You swallow hard, eyeing him as he leans against the wall next to Obanai. Unfortunately for you, Mitsuri is very observant. She glances between you and Sanemi, narrowing her eyes. âNow campers are you ready to go on your tours!?â Your attention is drawn to the front where your mother claps her hands together. For a brief moment, she meets your gaze and your blood boils. âMay all our wonderful counselors head up to the stage!? Weâll be getting into our sections now!â
You put on your best smile, following Mitsuri to the stairs. Sanemi jogs up behind you and the resolve youâd built up this morning before heading to the main hall nearly crumbles to the ground. You had done your best to wake up early, hate your life as little as possible, shower, get ready, and escape the cabin before bumping into him. His presence behind you is an annoying warmth you want to swat away. Mitsuri joins Kyojuro and you awkwardly stand next to Sanemi with a strained smile.Â
His shoulder brushes against yours and your breath hitches quietly. Your mother appears in front of you both, a blank expression on her features as she holds out a caterpillar sign to you. Your throat tightens, but Sanemi swipes it from her before she can shove it in your hands. You glance at him, brows knit together. The last thing you hear from your mother is a click of her tongue as she moves down the line. âThank you.â You whisper, heart thumping in your chest. Was he trying to make up for what you talked about last night?Â
He glances down at you, his smile shifting to something different. âCome find us caterpillars!â He yells and you gawk at him. He shoots you a wink and your lips part in awe. Did he just wink at you? That was so⊠weird. You shake your head and flail your hands in the air.Â
Children start surrounding you, awkwardly shuffling to make room for others. Sanemi hands you a slip of paper with a list of names on it. Attendance doesnât take long since everyone seems to have gathered around you. âAlright crew, letâs head out on that tour!â You exclaim, pointing your hand toward the double doors in the back. âSquirm to it you little caterpillars!â You shoo them down the stage, giggles erupting from a few of them as you jump off the edge.Â
Sanemi follows the rest of them down the stairs, still holding the sign in the air. You giggle at how seriously heâs taking the task. âMister Sanemi?â A small girl tugs on his shorts once everyone is outside. He peeks down at her with an award-winning smile. âWhy is she not miss Sanemi?â She points to you and your eyes go wide as you tense. What kind of question is that!? Was there some code of conduct that camp leaders had to married to each other? Was two names that hard to remember?
Sanemi squats down and suddenly you get a flashback of him doing the same thing last night for you. You swallow, watching as he jerks his head in your direction. âMiss YN isnât my wife, so she doesnât share my name.â He explains. You drag a hand down your face. You didnât expect this type of question to be asked so soon or at all.Â
The little girl frowns and another kid points at Sanemi. âB-but I saw you wink at her!â The boy yells accusingly. Shit.
Sanemi glances at you with a âI fucked upâ look. He turns back to the group of children swarming him. He laughs easily. âI had something in my eyeâŠâ He deadpans. All of them suspiciously glare at him.Â
You step into the circle, patting the top of Sanemiâs head. âItâs our secret leader code,â You begin, nudging him with your hip. âWhenever we have info on the big bad boss we wink at each other.â You wink at the children and their little faces light up. âNow youâre all in on our secret mission. Ready caterpillars!?â You stomp your feet and salute them with seriousness. They gasp and follow suit.
âYes miss YN!â Sanemi shoots up from his squatted position, saluting you with a stupidly handsome grin. You stutter for a moment, before going back to at ease. âNow, what do you say we drop all these heavy bags off at the cabins and start exploring?â Sanemi suggests, pointing to the small path that led to the caterpillar cabins. As he excitedly starts leading them off into the distance you make sure to gather the stragglers. A smile of your own tugs on the corners of your mouth. Maybe you did make a pretty good team.Â
Sanemi takes a seat on the stairs of your cabin, observing the kids form cabins of their own. You plop down one stair down from him, an amused grin forming on his lips. âWhat are you grinning about?â You quiz, glancing at him.Â
He shrugs, shifting himself onto the same step as you and leaning back against the other steps. You canât help the way your heart seems to pick up river dancing, beating fully. âJust figurinâ since weâre agents together we should be close.â You glare over your shoulder, met with his lazy smirk in your direction. A huff compresses out of your mouth as you roll your eyes. âWhat? I like the way you act when I get close to you.â He laughs, eyeing your reaction â which was exactly what he wanted.Â
From his vantage point, Sanemi can just about manage to see your cheeks flush before you turn away from him, hiding away in your arm. âLike Iâm being infected?â You shoot back, quickly standing up and â definitely pretending â to stretch.Â
Sanemiâs eyes slowly rake up the exposed skin of your back, his tongue swirling around in his mouth as if trying to imagine how you would taste. âMmm, somethinâ like that.â He hums, grinning widely when you narrow your eyes at him.Â
The group of children start lining up in the grass, playing with each other while waiting for the rest of them. Some of them you recognize from last year, itâs crazy how fast kids can grow and change. Once you recognize all of their faces you and Sanemi start the tour.Â
There are specific things that a sleepaway camp needs to have. Such as the obvious answer, cabins. The next obvious thing on the list is a beautiful lake. âLake Maple was discovered way back when and this camp was built around it to preserve the landscape. There are canoes, swim gear, and a nice dock to carefully jump from. Make sure if you go to the lake that you have either Mister Sanemi or myself with you for safety.â Sanemi watches you recite the information you were supposed to give out, but you seem genuinely excited talking about the campâs history. It was endearing⊠and the way your eyes gleam reminds him of when you were little, climbing trees and always reaching your hand out to him. You never left him behind. He sighs, turning away from your speech.Â
The next thing a camp needs is huge buildings where lots of kids can gather. âThis is the mess hall, where weâll have breakfast, lunch, and dinner! Itâll also be where some indoor activities are held. If we donât gather here, weâll meet up by the picnic benches back at Caterpillar Circle. Over there is the infirmary where Miss Shinobu will gladly help you out. The main office is the building you shouldâve passed when you were dropped off, thatâs where Mrs Yena will be with, sadly, the only phone that has any service.â You point out, then turn toward the woods on the other side of the main camp area. You gesture widely to the expanse, taking in a deep breath. âAnd this, my little squiggles,â the children giggle, âIs Maple Woods, where we will hike trails, explore the wonders of nature, and fight off the evil boss.â Without thinking you wink at Sanemi. You can tell by the way his eyes bulge that he wasnât expecting it, but as the little heads slowly turn to watch his reaction he quickly winks back at you. You catch yourself sighing in relief that you wouldnât have to lay in bed staring at the ceiling for too long tonight because of that.Â
A little girl you recognize from previous years â Himari you think â raises her hand. You nod to her in recognition. âAre we going to have the first-day campfire?â She jumps up and down, the girls around her getting excited as well. You glance down at your watch, then up to the sky, then do the girls.Â
It was already late in the afternoon, the kids would have dinner and then gather back at Caterpillar Circle for an evening get-to-know-each-other campfire session. You grin, kids always enjoy the fire for some concerning reason. âWay to steal my job Himari!â You laugh and she giggles along with you. âOkay everyone, you heard Himari, head back to your cabins and get ready for dinner. Then weâll have some time to get closer before bedtime. We have a busy day of fun tomorrow.â When they stare at you blankly, obviously waiting for one of you to start leading the way, you start marching your way down the path with as much vigor as you can muster.Â
Soon enough, you and Sanemi are back in your positions on the stairs to your cabin. That comfortable silence blankets you again, like the setting sunâs warmth. âYaâknow youâre really good at this,â Sanemi begins before blowing out a breath and turning to face you. âMâglad we get to work together.â He finishes, a distant glimmer of emotion swirling around in his lilac gaze. You suck in a breath, a storm brewing in your stomach.Â
Sanemi was a good guy, that much was obvious, but all those years ago had driven a wedge between you two. He hadnât said the words âIâm sorryâ yet, which was a small nuance in the grand scheme of things. Sanemi was never really the type to say an apology, instead, he showed you. You canât expect that much to change within him and youâre kind of glad. He would make it up to you until you were sure the wounds had begun to heal. He was giving you time to make up your mind on whether or not you wanted to forgive him. âMe too,â You whisper against the breeze.Â
A whole column of picnic tables lined up edge-to-edge belong to your crew as you file into the mess hall. A couple of other groups are already sitting down with food, including the littles. Mitsuri and Kyojuro wave excitedly at you and Sanemi. You grin, waving back. âAlright squiggles, show me how nicely you can line up to receive dinner. Then come sit down and weâll have a little camp saying before we start eating together.â They scramble toward the food and you kick your legs under the table part, deflating slightly.Â
Sanemi comes up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. It makes you straighten your back and whip around to look at him. His lips curl in a playful grin. âWant the usual?â You glance at the kitchen, your stomach growling softly. You look back to Sanemi, nodding eagerly.Â
As he walks away you think back to when heâd grab you dinner all the time, sitting in this exact mess hall. âDonât disappoint me Shinazugawa!â You yell and he shoots you a smug grin as he scoots in line next to one of the boys in your group, Kenji.Â
Mitsuri peers at you from her table, glancing back at Sanemi. Something seems fishy, she just canât put her finger on it. Before this month you were complaining about seeing him again and now you two appear to be chumming again. Did something happen that you werenât telling her? She pouts, nuding Kyojuro. âDo those two seem friendlier?â She asks in a hushed tone. Kyojuro furrows his thick brows, humming as his gaze flips between his white-haired friend and you. Heâs about to tell Mitsuri sheâs off her rocker, but he catches Sanemi throwing a look back at you while you are otherwise occupied with kiddos sitting down next to you.Â
Kyojuro turns to Mitsuri, concern written all over his face. âYes,â He hisses and now Mitsuri is concerned you may have ingested a little too much alcohol trying to help her out.
After a couple of minutes, Sanemi places a tray of vanilla pudding, tater tots, and chicken tenders with honey mustard sauce in front of you. âMâlady.â He grins, slipping onto the bench across from you with a tray of his own. Hana smacks Sanemiâs arm and he peers down at her with a surprised look. âWhat was that about Hana?â He questions, holding onto his arm where she hit him.Â
She puffs out her lips and points at you angrily. âMister Sanemi, we just went over this. Miss YN is not your lady.â She crosses her arms glaring at him. His brows shoot up, giving you a look of amusement before patting Hanaâs head.
She looks like she might bite him at first, but then she leans into his hand. âOnly because Miss YN keeps rejecting me..â He smirks at you. Ha! As if!
You roll your eyes, but gather the attention of your tables. âLetâs sing my favorite camp song!â You lead them in the Camp Maple fighting song that ends with chanting the name of the camp. âWake me up wake me up weâre going to camp! I canât wait I canât wait weâre going to camp! There it is there it is weâre going to camp! Which one which one!? C-A-M PâŠM-A-P L-E!â They seem to enjoy every second of it, mainly because they get to scream as loud as they can. Sanemi meets your gaze for a blissful second before you busy yourself with your food, biting into one of the chicken tenders. Delight rumbles from your chest as you swallow the meat.Â
Sanemi canât help but watch you stuff your face. On one hand, heâs amused by how you still enjoy the simple things in life. On the other hand, heâs concerned when his heart races at you picking up the vanilla pudding. Being the heathen you were, as a child youâd just eat it with your finger. You claimed you could get more out of a cup if you used your finger. He grips onto the bench, gritting his teeth as you follow suit, sticking your pointer finger in. The creamy pudding sits there momentarily before you pop it into your mouth.Â
Itâs a simple, innocent â completely fucking innocent â motion, but his thoughts shift to something more warm than the humidity. Fuck why was seeing you damp with light sweat making him hungry? When you let your tongue swirl around the tip of your finger it drives Sanemi mad. Is he panting? He feels like heâs panting.Â
A bit of pudding is on the corner of your mouth, waiting there. His heated gaze mimics how your tongue darts out to collect it. He sucks on his lips, regarding how your plump lips look so fucking delicious right now.Â
The only thing that snaps Sanemi out of his daze is Hana plopping a spoon in front of you with a disgusted look on her little features. âYou know Miss YN, if you needed a spoon you couldâve just asked.â She grunts, shuddering. Your cheeks flush and for the briefest seconds, you gape, staring into his eyes. Your cheeks flush a vibrant pink and suddenly Sanemi is picking up the spoon and using it in his own pudding. Hana and you both gawk at him, but if he were allowed to feed into one desire this whole time, it would be watching you eat pudding with your finger. Especially if it meant youâd look at him like that again.Â
âThis is the best pudding Iâve ever had.â Sanemi mumbles and Hana sighs frustratedly. âSomething wrong Hana?â He asks. She whips her head toward him with a frown.Â
Sanemi has to roll his lips into his mouth to stop from laughing at how cute sheâs glaring at him. âYes, Iâm going to have nightmares.â She huffs. Yeah me too, but they arenât exactly going to be nightmares Sanemi thought.Â
Dinner finishes and children run around your feet as you walk out of the mess hall. The short walk back to Caterpillar Circle feels like an eternity with Sanemi walking silently beside you. âCan we wear our pajamas to the campfire!?â Aoi breezes past you yelling.Â
You quirk a brow. âHow about we make it a race? Whoever is back at the picnic tables first⊠wins.â You eye the giddy looks on all of their faces. âReady? Go!â You donât expect Sanemi to bolt toward his side of the cabin. Oh, so heâs going to play it that way?
Kids scramble to their cabins, giggling and yelling. Youâre also laughing as you quickly swing your door open. You spot the pajamas youâd laid out earlier this morning with a smirk on your lips. The one reason you suggested a race is because you had an advantage. Cheating? No, strategic gameplay. Â
You tug your clothes off, and toss them in the hamper beside your desk. A pair of shorts and an oversized shirt later youâre rushing out of the door in your slippers. You glance to your side, grinning mischievously when you donât see Sanemi coming out of his door. You pump your hand in the air victoriously, spinning around in a mini victory dance. You proudly take your time prancing down the stairs, but when you turn to head toward the picnic tables Sanemi is leaning against the end of one with an amused smirk tugging his lips upward. Your mouth falls open, glancing back at his door. âHowâŠ? YouâŠ?â You slump in defeat as you reach him.Â
He chuckles softly, bumping arms with you. âYour victory dance was pretty cute.â He teases. You glare at him, shoving him back with your side.Â
Cute? In what way did he mean that? Sanemi mustâve talked too much with Tengen to pull one of those lines. You mutter a string of curses as you sit down in one of the green plastic lawn chairs. The arms dig into your hips and you grunt uncomfortably, pushing yourself into a less painful position.Â
Your thighs are pressed together as you squirm around in the chair and Sanemi finds himself ogling the space where your shorts disappear under your tummy. He wanted to run his tongue along that area while grazing his teeth along your thighs. A lascivious smirk pulls on his mouth as he clears his throat, turning his face to the sky.Â
The campfire starts with each kiddo introducing themselves, where theyâre from, and three interesting facts about them. After the introductions, you bring out the sâmore fixings with a twinkling grin as the kids scream enthusiastically. The night ends with you and Sanemi carrying some of them who fall asleep back to their beds. It was a euphoric space in time, something about today felt so right. Maybe the following weeks wouldnât be so bad.
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You were wrong, so wrong. Sanemi stands to your side with his swim shorts on, assessing your outfit. âSo⊠youâre not going to swim?â He cocks his head, quirking a brow. You lean back further into the armless beach chair, crossing your arms over your chest.Â
He closes his mouth, glancing at the group of kids playing with water toys in and out of the water. âNope.â You reply. âObserving from a distance is more my thing.â You continue, sliding your sunglasses over your eyes so you donât have to squint through the rays of the sun. Sanemi sighs, disappointment finding its way into his mind.Â
This morning when he saw you in a camp shirt with jean shorts he was sure you had a bikini on underneath. The only reason he got through a kid screaming about not getting any bacon this morning was the light at the end of his tunnel â you in a tight flattering bikini. âYâknow I knew you werenât girly, but this is a whole new level.â Sanemi pokes at you, hoping that the fiery spirit within you will shoot out if he bugs you enough.
You glare at him, gesturing to your outfit. âThis outfit is very girly Iâll have you know.â Sanemi shakes his head like he doesnât believe you so you scoot as quickly as you can out of the chair. âFine, watch the kids. Iâll be right back.â You snap. As youâre stomping back to your room you canât help but think maybe you acted exactly how he wanted you to. If that was the case, then youâd give him what he wants, but heâll pay the price. The malicious grin that forms on your lips as you pull out your lavender string bikini is grounds to have you locked away.Â
Sanemi throws a beach ball at a group of the boys in the face as they giggle. In the back of his head is a flurry of lewd images of you spread out on that damn beach chair with a revealing swimsuit on. The boys throw the ball back at him and it plinks against his chest. He shakes his head, reaching for the ball as the boys groan. Fantasies of you were a distraction so he couldn't even imagine what the real thing would do to him. âWoahâŠâ He hears one of the boys whisper. He glances up, met with the heavenly picture of you walking down the bank in a light purple string bikini that laces across your front. The cups are simple triangles with a string wrapping around the back of your neck for support he would only suppose. The bottoms rise above the roundness of your hips, showing off the fullness of your body. Damn, his mouth felt dry as he canât tear his eyes away from you.Â
His stomach was a trainwreck of emotions, the ball long forgotten by Sanemi. He blinks rapidly, trying to get you out of his eyes, but it was damn hard when you slowly lay back down on the chair, crossing your ankles over each other. He can see the side of your ass and for a beat, he feels like he might lose control. Then one of the boys throws the beach ball at him, it smacks against his face. This was torture. He expected you to look good, but the thin fabric allowed him to see the indent of your nipples â a vivid image he was never going to forget.Â
You smirk while lounging in the chair, studying the way Sanemiâs mouth falls open ever so slightly. It was a strange sense of gratification that he was so enraptured by how you appeared in the bikini. Almost like you were happy he was gaping at you, a fire lit behind his eyes that ignited something in your chest. If you werenât careful you were bound to let it out at some point.Â
Since you were lost in your thoughts you hadnât noticed Sanemi stalking up to your side. You squeak when he appears next to you, dropping a towel over your exposed skin. You glare up at him through your sunglasses. âDid you walk out of every boyâs fantasy?â He grumbles, running a hand through his damp hair.Â
Clicking your tongue, you toss the towel to the side and sit up in the chair. âDoes that include yours Sanemi?â You inquire, pushing your sunglasses up through your hair. He stares at you for a while, mulling over what kind of response to give you.Â
Suddenly, he scoffs and turns his back to you. âYeah. Yeah it does.â You swallow hard at his confession, the sunâs heat no longer feeling as hot. You scoff, leaning back into the chair. He gives you one last glance before running back to play with the boys in the water.Â
Was he being serious? He couldnât have beenâŠright? It wouldnât make sense for Sanemi Shinazugawa, the guy whose seen you eat a bug, to have a fantasy â or whatever he meant about you. The confusion made the victory bikini less fun.Â
At dinner, the kids are enraptured in a conversation about tomorrowâs canoe outing in the afternoon. This might seem silly, with you being a sleepaway camp counselor that has a giant lake as its main attraction⊠but you never learned how to fully swim. You can keep your head above water if youâre able to touch the bottom. It's something you haven't mentioned to anyone due to the fact you would die of embarrassment. âHow quickly can you go Miss YN?â Hanaâs eyes are pleading with you to answer her inquiry.Â
So you smile, despite the obvious anxiety of where this answer might lead you. âFaster than Mister Sanemi.â You reply, jerking your thumb toward the white-haired male sitting a bit further down from you.Â
He perks up at the mention of his name, meeting your eyes. âDid you just say youâre faster than me?â He laughs, scooting down to sit across from you. Hana nods ecstatically before you can brush off the challenge dripping from his voice.Â
You sigh, shaking your hands in front of you. âOf course not. I wouldnât dare reveal the truth about you being a slowpoke.â You tease. Sanemi quirks a brow, letting his eyes look you up and down. The simple motion makes your muscles tense with a buzzing sensation.Â
He hums to himself, leaning back with a shake of his head. âI bet you canât win in the beginners' course against me.â Sanemi smirks, the boys around him snickering.Â
Your eye twitches at the smug look on his stupid face. You clasp your hands together, smiling with gritted teeth. âYouâre on Shinazugawa.â
That was your second mistake of the week as you shakily got into a canoe the next morning dressed in a white shirt and comfortable black shorts. The kids were fine with pushing off the hike to another day to witness this extraordinary event. Sanemi is grinning victoriously already. It makes you want to slap him with the paddle youâre holding. âReady?â He asks.Â
The grip you have on the paddle tightens as you nod curtly. âReady as Iâll ever be.â You respond. Sanemi nods to one of the kids who starts a countdown before they all scream GO! Everything is going fine until you reach the turn. Sanemi is already far ahead of you and this becomes more of proving you can do it to yourself than winning against that smug bastard.Â
With the paddle dipping into the water you manage to turn around the flagged buoy, children cheering your name. Your heart nearly explodes with happiness at the accomplishment. You make it a few more feet before you get too overzealous and the canoe starts to flip. As you crash into the water you knew youâd just have to flip yourself back over to â well, not drown. But something goes wrong and you slip out of the canoe, into the deep end of the lake. Murky water crowds your vision and a few thoughts crowd your mind.Â
Will you get out of this alive? Is this some sort of divine intervention about how youâve been previously living your life? Was this your canon event? Youâd laugh at that one if you werenât still sinking to what felt like the depths of the lake.
Would your mother even care? Okay, that one stings, but itâs something you think about a lot. When youâre driving and have one of those intrusive thoughts about wrecking. Would she care? Noticing a creepy person walking behind you at night. Would she come to your funeral? And now, as you lose the will to breathe. Would she remember what you smelt like, sounded like, looked like?Â
Sanemi crawls out of his canoe, raising his hands in victory. He turns around to gloat in your face, but heâs met with your canoe upside down. You are nowhere in sight and after a second of you not popping back up, Sanemi frantically dives into the water. Where are you? His hands glide through the water, searching for any sign of your body. Where are you? Water fills his ears, only making the pounding in his chest louder with each stroke of his arms. He breaches the surface, gasping for air and twirling around to see anything â anything that would lead him to you. âMister Sanemi! There!â A child screeches, pointing to the front side of your canoe.Â
He plunges back in after taking a large gulp of air. He will find you this time. Heâs not scared anymore. Not like all those years ago. He couldnât lose you, not like this.
Amid some plant life is your floating body. If Sanemi were above water he thinks heâd cry with joy. He quickly moves toward you, scooping you up and pushing both of you toward the surface. Please please please donât be too late. Sanemiâs mind is whirling with anxiety and his heart is pounding with the lack of oxygen. You both break through the surface, Sanemi pulling you along with him to shore. He deposits your limp body on the sand, panting and scanning for any sign of injury.Â
Youâre not breathing. Damnit. Sanemiâs jaw ticks as the children rush toward him. âMister Sanemi give her CPR!â Hana yells, stomping her foot and mimicking the pushing rhythm he should be performing on you. He wipes his mouth, nostrils flaring as he slides to your side. His insides were twisting in unbreakable knots, squeezing his lungs of all air.
He pinches your nose and lowers his mouth to yours. âYou can yell at me later,â He breathes quietly before connecting his lips to yours. As he pushes air through your lungs his lecherous mind drifts to how very wonderful your lips feel against his. Theyâre wet and taste like lake water, but theyâre so damn soft. After a few more blows he worriedly looks at your chest. He doesnât want to break your ribs, but if he has to in order to save your life â heâs going to.
Luckily, you chose now as the moment to gasp in air and then start hacking up lake water. Your eyes wildly scan your surroundings, locking onto the man hovering inches from your face. You squirm away from him, coughing into your hand. Sanemi and the children watch you with concern-stricken faces. You touch your throat gingerly, meeting the swirling lilac gaze of the male in front of you. âYou saved me,â You croak out as it all falls into place, furrowing your brows.Â
Hana pops into your view shaking her head. âTook him a long time to kiss you!â She yells, an annoyed pout on her lips. You glance back to Sanemi, his gaze still locked onto you.Â
He cocks a grin in your direction which makes your heart swell. âI gave you mouth-to-mouth.â He explains and the worry about you being unconscious for your first kiss with Sanemi â not that youâll have a first kiss with him â drifts away. The thought of his mouth on yours stays wandering in your head regardless. âKids, can you hang out in the mess hall while I take Miss YN to the infirmary?â Sanemi questions, the children eagerly following instructions. He peers down at you once theyâve all scurried toward the big building.Â
With a grunt, he slides his hands behind your neck and knees, hoisting you up bridal style. You yelp at how easily he holds you against his chest. âHey, I can walk,â You grumble, glaring at his concentrated expression. He shakes his head, climbing up the bank.Â
As he climbs you nearly tumble out of his arms. He cracks a smile, shifting you in his grasp. âMight wanna hold on tighter than that darlinâ. Donât worry, I wonât mind.âÂ
Begrudgingly you wrap your arms around his neck. The walk to the infirmary takes less than a couple of strides when he reaches the walkway. Shinobu worriedly meets your gaze when Sanemi kicks open the door with his foot. She stands from her desk, hurrying over to his side. âWhat happened!?â She assesses you with a scrutinizing look. âPut her down on that bed. I need to go get another bottle of aspirin from the main office. Sit tight.â Shinobu huffs, running a hand through her hair before slipping out of the door.Â
Sanemi gently lays you on the bed, giving you a scan of his own. You swallow hard, wondering why your body feels so warm despite the brisk ac making your wet clothes stick to you. The way his lilac eyes regard you made something inside of you switch. Heâd shown you how deeply he cared for you by saving your life. Granted, any decent person wouldâve jumped in to pull you out of the water â but Sanemi looks shaken up. Like he almost lost you. It makes your chest heave, a heavyweight tugging on it as you reach up to touch his cheek.Â
His worried look turns to you, a slight wobble in his irises as your thumb strokes the side of his face. âHey⊠Iâm here. Iâm okay. You did such a good job.â You whisper, but yet your voice seems too loud. Sanemi leans into your touch, shutting his eyes as he takes in a shaky breath.Â
It was all fun and games until he had to think of a world without you in it. The bottom line is he wouldnât have a world without you. The grass would shrivel, the color would drain, and sunlight would simply cease to exist. âYou shouldâve told me you couldnât swim.â His brows furrow and he opens his eyes to stare into your very soul. âWhy didnât you tell me? I was so worried YN.â He rolls his lips into a thin line, his chin trembling.Â
Itâs like you lose your breath all at once. This man, the one you thought didnât have an ounce of compassion for you, was about to start crying because you failed to mention your lack of skill. You bump your forehead against his head, kissing his hairline. âYouâre right, Iâm sorry.â At your words he jerks away from your head, his eyes wildly scanning your face. Your breath holds tightly in your throat as time seemingly slows.Â
Then his eyes fall to your lips and everything in the universe pulls you two together into a soft brush of the lips. Given the state of it, hidden behind a white curtain on the infirmary bed, the kiss felt too precious. Too wonderful. Your hand falls from his face and before you have a moment to give in to whatever was happening, Sanemi pulls away. He shoots to a standing position, turning on his heel. Your body cools instantly. Oh. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have,â He begins, taking a couple of steps toward the curtain. Oh. He quickly glances over his shoulder. âI shouldnât have done that.â He hisses, then rushes out of the building nearly bumping into Shinobu as she walks back with a pill bottle in hand. She jumps back, eyes widening as she watches Sanemi stalk toward the mess hall. If it hadnât been for the heat she mightâve mistaken the red on the tip of his ears as something else.Â
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Weekends are set up for the kids to decide what they want to do. Itâs a free period within reason. Most of them hang out in groups around the buildings, playing games or swimming. Weekends allow the leaders to get chores done around the campgrounds, like picking up trash, organizing things for the next week, arranging laundry, and supervising more involved things.Â
You happened to spend most of the first weekend with a group of girls who wanted to use the craft supplies for next week. Since Sanemi was your co-leader there were times you had to speak with him, which made avoiding him incredibly difficult.Â
The thing that upset you the most was even after he ran off, your heart still flutters at just the sight of him. Werenât you supposed to be the master of your own emotions? It frustrated you to no end how you sought him out in crowds. At first, you tried to convince yourself it was a strategy to avoid him, but when he didnât come to talk to you somehow your heart sank.Â
Before you know it, Monday morning arrives, casting a stormy forecast for the rest of the week. Itâs pouring heavily outside the mess hall windows. Fortunately, your group of kids are behaving even though it couldnât be easy stuck inside all day. Your eyes are drawn to the other group happily stringing beads onto yarn.Â
Sanemi sits amongst them with a warm smile on his face, actively trying not to glance at you. He can feel your gaze on him and it was making his heart feel weird, like heâd just run a mile or hiked up a trail. He presses his lips into a thin line, laughing absentmindedly at one of the boys spilling beads everywhere.Â
The kiss. Thatâs all he could think about and it was ruining his life. All night he tossed and turned thinking about knocking your door down so he could do it again. Regret ran through every fiber of his being when he walked away. He thought heâd gotten over his fears, but it turns out that realizing you might have feelings for your good friend is not the easiest situation to be in. He was in a panic, fucking terrified you would hate him for kissing you. He didnât even ask you, it just happened. What kind of scumbag was he?Â
He groans, turning to face away from you. You huff, rolling your eyes. Fine, he could be that way if he wanted. Heâs the one who kissed you anyway. This was all on Sanemi. Hana nudges her friends Keiko, Mai, and Akane. They all slowly turn to stare at you, then toward Sanemi. Keiko narrows her eyes while tying the knot on her bracelet. âSomethings wrong,â She mumbles, slipping the adorably crafted jewelry onto her arm.Â
Mai and Akane nod vigorously. âWhy are they avoiding each other?â Akane hisses, glancing back at their other leader. Hana shakes her head, stroking her chin in thought.Â
Kenji appears behind the group, causing them all to jump. Mai slaps his shoulder and he giggles. âWhatâcha talkinâ âbout?â He pokes his head in between Akane and Maiâs shoulders. They collectively sigh, rolling their eyes at the annoying boy.Â
Hana gestures to both leaders, pinching her brow. âFor some reason, Mister Sanemi and Miss YN are avoiding each other.â She explains snappily.Â
Kenji pops his head up, glancing at both of you. His mouth forms in the shape of an âoâ. âAh, this reminds me of when my mom and dad would fight and then ignore each other.â Hana perks up at his suggestion, slowly turning to look at her friends.Â
Mai raises a brow and then grabs a piece of yarn. âThereâs only one way to fix this.â She valiantly collects a bunch of green beads to mix with lilac ones. She picks out two heart-shaped beads that sit on either side of a letter in the middle. When sheâs done, two bracelets sit in front of her. One has an âSâ with two red hearts on either side, followed by a pattern of lilac and green. The other is the same, except in the middle is the first letter of your name. âMatching friendship bracelets,â She holds them up, smiling triumphantly.Â
Hana claps her hands together. âWonderfully done Agent Mai, now letâs give it to them!â She grabs the âSâ one from Maiâs hands, running over to your side. âMiss YN!â She yells. âWe made this for you!â Without much consideration for your wrist, she shoves it past your hand.Â
âHere you go Mister Sanemi!â You turn to see Kenji holding what seems to be the same bracelet in front of Sanemiâs face. A roll of thunder shakes the valley outside and his eyes meet yours momentarily. It sends a shock of emotions through you.
Later that night as the rain plips against your window you stare at your wrist in awe. A growl echoes around your room and it takes you a moment to realize it was your stomach. It almost makes you crack a smile. You wouldâve if you werenât in such a daze as you walk out into the living room area.Â
What you donât expect to see is Sanemi leaning against the counter shirtless, with his sweats hanging loosely around his athletic hips. You swallow, taking your time to rake your eyes up his bare chest. When you end up meeting his gaze his lips tug into a smirk. âEnjoy the view?â He mutters, picking a peach up off the counter.Â
Your brows furrow and you cross your arms over your chest defensively. âAs a matter of fact, no Iâm not.â You snap, scoffing and lying through your teeth.Â
Sanemi shrugs, biting into the juicy peach tantalizingly slow. Juices leak from the broken skin, dribbling down his chin as he takes the flesh into his mouth. His tongue darts out to lick up a droplet escaping down the side of the fruit. You gulp as he continues to eat. The noises alone were enough to drive a woman mad, but the fact you were ovulating made everything so much worse. âWant one?â Sanemi asks, licking his lips of all the sticky juice.Â
If you were crazy your mouth would fall open, allowing him to put the one he was eating into your mouth. âNo.â You grumble, yanking a can of Pringles out of the cabinet.Â
Sanemi watches how your ass curves as you stretch to reach into the upper cabinet. âSuit yourself,â He mutters, biting into the peach again. You roll your eyes and march right back into your room, tossing the pringles onto your bed. You ruffle your hair, silently screaming into the night. Fuck that guy for being shirtless. He waltzed around like a whore scrounging for some loose change obviously trying to get a rise out of you. Would the kiss go unmentioned forever? How were you supposed to be around Sanemi when all you could think about was how badly you wanted to jump his bones? Youâre absolutely fucked. You grit your teeth together as you glare at the door. But damn did he have such a perfect body. The sweats, the lazy smile, the damn peach he bit into. It was all torture and he damn well knew it.
He wasnât likely to figure out the full extent of your feelingsâ hell you didnât even know exactly what you felt, but if he kept this up you might as well walk around with a neon sign on your forehead that reads Iâd like to fuck Sanemi Shinazugawa. Maybe then your mother would pay attention to you. Not that you care.
You glance down at your wrist again, the letter âSâ spreading a grin across your face. This was stupid. So stupid. What if Sanemi was still in the other room? Or using the bathroom? What would you do then? You have a pit of desire and you wish Sanemi would clean it off with his teeth. Were you jealous of a peach? Groaning, you slip out of your bottom layer of clothing, discarding it on the floor. Things were getting dangerous. Your thoughts were supplying you with a fantasy world and you were about to become delusional. At least then you wouldnât have to face the reality of this stupid â well, whatever it was.Â
Positioning yourself against the corner of your bed, you spread your legs apart. The cool breeze from the ac hits your damp pussy and the sensation makes you slump against the wall. If Sanemi were between your legs right now heâd probably lick his lips and spread them even wider so he could have full range to lavish his tongue against your sensitive clit. A tiny moan whines from your throat.Â
The image drives you to reach between your thighs, hissing when your fingers brush against your clit. His tongue would feel warm, wet, and slick as it laps at your folds. Your fingers plunge deeper, a strangled moan falling from your mouth.
Your breathing pattern stalls, hiccuping as you work yourself into a frenzy â the inside of your stomach feeling gooey and hot. His long thick fingers would slip into your pussy, teasing the entrance where youâd beg for him to fuck you later. Heâd smirk, pleased with how youâre so desperate for his cock, for all of him. But heâd make you wait, good girls always wait for permission. You groan â a guttural pleasured groan. It rolls through your chest, cracking into a whimper at the end as you edge yourself closer to your crest.Â
Itâs like youâre seeing stars with how your fingers feel, you only wish Sanemi were here, ready to please like he usually is. His words and touch always elicit a response from you. He had to know that. What kind of response would he get out of you as he lined the tip of his cock up at your entrance? Making you bed for him to fuck you unconscious. Youâd be such a good little slut for him. Taking all of him inside your hungry cunt until he clung to your hips, spilling his seed inside of you.Â
A tense pinch of pleasure squeezes your core, crashing through your body with a string of perfectly pretty moans. Sanemi hadnât meant to listen to you masturbating. It was an accident â heâd come to your door to apologize for allowing you to misunderstand his intentions. His knuckles had brushed against the wood of your door when he heard you gasp. Wondering if you were okay he pressed his ear to the door. Then, his muscles tensed as you purred out a moan.Â
Sanemi was a decent man â or so he thought until his hand slips down to his growing bulge. He hisses as you whimper, gasping for air â your bed squeaking with movement. He wants to swing the door open and take in the sight of you sprawled out. What kind of face were you making while moaning like that? More importantly, what were you thinking about?Â
Youâre whimpering and the glint of the beads around Sanemiâs wrist sends his thoughts spiraling. The very same bracelet he wore on his arm was around yours. It was like he was between your legs, pressing his thumb against your clit to proudly watch you squirm in pleasure. His mouth waters, imagining how youâd taste after cumming. His cock aches to burrow into your wet warmth and stay there forever.Â
He presses his forehead to the wood, letting out a tight breath as he strokes his length through the cloth of his sweatpants. If he stayed here any longer it would surely result in him knocking down your door. Not the valiant way he had thought about confessing. Sanemi steps away from your door, cursing under his breath. He holds up his arm, staring at the matching bracelet until he notices the first letter of your name. His gaze slowly makes it way back to the door. Was there an âSâ on yours? For his name? His eyes flutter shut, a trickle of possessiveness racking through his body.Â
Tuesday is finger painting. The kids each get their own easel and insist you and Sanemi paint with them. The morning ends with Sanemi having paint smeared across his face and you with splotches on your arms. The afternoon is bubble painting, which results in bubbles being blown everywhere. Wednesday is crafting things with clay. You proudly present your monstrosity at the end of the day. Sanemi and the kids try their best to compliment whatever you had created, but you can tell theyâre just being nice.Â
When Thursday rolls around the kids want to draw and color all day so Sanemi and you make sure they have lots of construction paper, colors, and other supplies. Youâre sitting with Hanaâs group of friends and Sanemi is across the room with a group of boys, drawing furiously.
Kenji peers down at what Mister Sanemi had drawn. âHey, that kind of looks like Miss YN,â He points at the stick figure holding the hand of the other one. Sanemi covers the page and shakes his head.Â
Kenji somehow manages to push his arms off, grabbing the paper. âOi! Brat, give that back!â He yells as Kenji runs over to your side. You smile down at him as he hands you the page.Â
You cover your heart and your smile grows. âAww, Kenji did you draw this?â You ask, your voice softening.Â
He shakes his head vigorously. âNope! Mister Sanemi drew you and him holding hands!â You glance up, meeting the flushed face of Sanemi standing over Kenji. His eyes look pleading as you drop your eyes to the drawing again. It did kind of look like you, but that would be impossible. Why would Sanemi draw something like this?Â
âYN, listenâŠâ He starts, brushing up against you. Your body stiffens at his close proximity. âI hadnât finished, I was going to draw the kids in next.â He explains. You wish he would step back from your side because his warmth is driving you insane.Â
Kenji giggles as he rushes back to his group of friends. âIt wouldnât matter anyway.â You state, handing the drawing back to Sanemi. âI could honestly care less what you draw.â You smile sarcastically and turn back to your group. Sanemi stands behind you for a moment, his heart yearning to reach out and touch you again â but he doesnât want to make you feel uncomfortable. He obviously already fucked up when he kissed you, after all youâd been avoiding him. It was best that he kept his distance to figure out how to talk to you and give you space so youâd listen to him.
The next morning you manage to chow down your breakfast before Sanemi enters the kitchen area. In all honesty, you were aware thinking about someone you were mad at while masturbating⊠wasnât the best look. You didnât want to think about the realities of what that meant for you since Sanemi was still being an asshole about the whole innocent kiss thing. The thoughts going through your head last night were far from innocent.Â
Youâre sitting in a lawn chair, writing down some ideas for todayâs craft. The kids had to make puppets and come up with a script to perform in the afternoon. With your group of kids, things were bound to go smoothly. You grin, shutting your notebook and checking the time on your phone. It was almost time for the kids to meet you and Sanemi near the picnic benches. You glare at your cabin, waiting for the white-haired male to step out of his door at any moment. The knob turns and you quickly act like you werenât blatantly waiting for him. âMorninâ YN,â Sanemi calls, jogging up to your side. You roll your eyes, glancing at the casually attractive outfit he has on. A pair of fitted black shorts that accentuate the size of his muscular thighs with a loose gray shirt tucked into one side.Â
He plops down next to you. âWhy were you so late?â You interrogate. Sanemi quirks an easy smirk, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye.
Sanemi props one of his legs over the other, leaning further into the chair. âI had to take a shower,â He begins, raising his brows. âCouldâve used the company.â He cocks his head toward you, his lilac eyes filling with an expression you couldnât pinpoint.Â
Your brows furrow despite the blush spreading across your cheeks. âScared of showering by yourself just like youâre scared of kissing people?â You snap and his playfulness is immediately wiped off his face. Where were these words coming from? Were you going crazy? The inside voices are becoming the outside voices! Itâs too late now to back peddle. You scoff, turning away from him. âDonât, I know you regret and itâs fine. I just figured you wouldâve cut back on the flirting.â You push out of the chair. âIâm not some girl you can flirt with for the summer and then fuck off to wherever, okay? If youâre going to accidentally kiss me then fucking own up to it and talk to me like an adult. You made me feel so uncomfortable because I somehow thought it was my fault. So this whole cool-guy act needs to stop. Until we have a real conversation about what happened I would rather go back to friendly hating each other.âÂ
As you stomp away Sanemi feels the âoh shitâ factor roll through him. While heâd been trying to figure out his feelings toward you, heâd been allowing you to figure it out for him. You assumed he wanted some summer fun and thought better after kissing you, but that wasnât it at all. Sanemi was falling, so fucking deeply in love with you. He had been ever since you were kids, but as a boy who grew up barely knowing what kindness was, it was hard to seek out those emotions. Now looking back to how he felt when you ran away into the woods that night⊠he realizes the panic of finding your mother was so you would be found as quickly as possible. No one saw you for a week after that and heâs still not sure what happened, but he knew it wasnât good.Â
He was stronger now and heâd stand up to your demons, slaying them with you by his side. He would protect you no matter what, but right now he had to explain this misunderstanding before it was too late. Kissing you was the best thing to happen to him â accident or not. It made him forget how shitty his life was and how blissful it could be by just seeing you. Heâd fucked up.
After cooling off you wandered back to the growing group of children that rush you when they spot you. It makes your heart warm that theyâre so excited. Sanemi watches you from a distance and youâre glad he seems to finally be listening to you.Â
Leading the kids to the mess hall through the light morning rain is more peaceful than it should be. No one tries to jump in the mud, they stay in between you and Sanemi, walking politely. When you explain in detail what theyâre supposed to do all of them get to work using craft paper and whatever was leftover from the week. The morning blows past and suddenly youâre sitting in a seat next to Sanemi as groups of kids put on puppet shows. Some of them make you snort with laughter and others are downright works of art. Then, Hana and her group of friends present their show. A spikey white-haired puppet and one that looks eerily like you pop up into the makeshift theater.Â
Your eyes widen realizing whatâs going on. âHi there darling! I sure do love your face!â Kenji yells, playing the white-haired puppet.Â
Slowly you and Sanemi make eye contact. âWe should love each otherâs faces forever. Then love our babyâs faces. Then love our-â
You shoot into a standing position, clapping your hands together. âOkay, thatâll wrap up the puppet shows everyone!â You demand, laughing nervously. What the actual fuck? You whisk around to glare at Hana and Kenji dramatically making the two puppets kiss. âOi, William Shakespear and Agatha Cristi get over here, now.â You point to the spot next to you and Sanemi. Akane and Mai scurry away with the rest of the kids heading toward the snack table.Â
Kenji and Hana meander toward you; pouts puffing out their bottom lips. âGuys, you canât keep doing this.â Sanemi gestures to the puppets on their hands. âMiss YN and I arenât some story you can just use willy-nilly. Weâre real people with real emotions.âÂ
A scoffed laugh falls from your lips. âMister Sanemi has a hard time with emotions anyway, thatâs why this show wasnât even true to life. He would never call someone darling.â You explain dully.Â
Hana shakes her head, pointing to Sanemi. âNu-uh! He called you darling the other day!â She exclaims. You glance at Sanemi and then drag a hand down your face.Â
âHana, this isnât something you should be concerned with.â
âBut we just want you and Mister Sanemi to make up.â She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. âItâs no fun while you guys are fighting.â Your eyes bulge as she talks. Did the kids care that much? And they noticed? Gosh, that was kind of sweet.Â
Sanemi leans forward, ruffling Hanaâs hair. âDonât worry about it kiddo, weâll work on it.â He glances at you with a slight smile. A sigh rushes through you as you nod in agreement. Kenji and Hana rush off to the snack table to join their friends. You can remember a time when you and Sanemi played pranks on the camp leaders. A growing ache suffocates your next breath. You peek at him, wondering where things went wrong. Part of you was mad that he walked away after the kiss and another part was angry because you enjoyed it so much. No matter what happened it felt like you couldnât be friends with him. It was like the universe was keeping you away from each other for a reason unbeknownst to you.
When you both get back to the cabin nothing gets talked about. Itâs an awful feeling, like abandonment all over again. Sanemi didnât care enough about you to talk or explain why he kissed you. Everything was so nice until that stupid kiss that you couldnât stop thinking about. The fact that it was that good, yet lasted about two seconds drives you mad.Â
Itâs not until Saturday morning as the sky quakes with thunder and heavy rain, that you decide enough is enough. If he wasnât going to talk to you, then youâd have to take it into your own hands. That was until there was a knock on your outside door. You get out of bed and open it to find Yena holding an umbrella. Her eyes are filled with some sort of sorrow as she blows out a heavy breath. âYN, deary, I need to speak with one of your kiddos. Can you bring Kenji to the main office? His mother is on the phone.â She explains, a sad smile creasing her lips. You nod your head, looking toward the cabin you knew Kenji was sleeping in.Â
You look back to Yena, wondering how serious it was for her to be so affected by it. âYeah. Let me get dressed and Iâll bring him over before 8.â You reply, a cool wash of anxiety coating your insides. Yena nods.Â
âIâll see you then.â She turns to leave, walking out into the downpour. You study her retreating form before shaking off the dreadful feeling that was wrapping around you. After slipping into a comfy pair of shorts and a hoodie you run over to cabin 3.Â
Knocking on the door a sleepy boy answers the door. You recognize him as Mikey, one of Kenjiâs close friends. âHey Mikey can you get Kenji for me, please? Tell him to get dressed and meet me out here.â You explain and the little boy shuts the door.Â
A couple of minutes later Kenji pops out of the door, eagerly running up to you. He hugs your legs and bounces up and down. âAre we going on a special mission Miss YN!?â He yells, grabbing onto your hand. For some reason your heart aches, sensing something is off.
You bend down to his level anyway, putting on your biggest grin. âWe sure are! I needed my bravest soldier to help me on a secret quest.â Your face becomes stern and Kenji giggles, running around in a circle.Â
âDonât worry Miss YN! Iâll protect you! Didâya know Iâm stronger than Mister Sanemi!?â He squeals, punching the air. You stand up, laughing off his comment about your co-leader. All those years carrying you around and taking care of his little brother were bound to build up excess strength. Plus those muscles of his were no jokeâŠ
Kenji latches onto your hand again as you walk the path to the main office. Itâs not raining as hard as it was moments ago, but thunder still rolls through the sky. You walk him through the main office door, Yena waiting behind the counter with the phone pressed to her ear. She spots Kenji and waves him over. He sends a look at you over his shoulder before releasing your hand to walk to Yenaâs side. She hands him the phone and his face instantly drops.
The hands of your past crawl back into your stomach, clawing out anything good and leaving behind gouges of trauma, boiling toward your throat. Kenjiâs eyes start trembling as he clutches the phone to his ear. âNo! No! You canât!â He suddenly yells, pushing the phone away from him, sobs flooding from his mouth. You take a step toward him but he angrily glares at you before bursting through the front door. Yena slumps defeatedly against the wall.Â
You glance at the door still swinging shut. âYena, whatâs going on?â You inquire softly, terrified of the answer sheâd give you.
She looks up, a pained expression taking the light away from her face. âKenjiâs parents are divorcing. His father isnât going to be there when he gets back.âÂ
Her words coast around in your brain before you turn on your heel and bolt after Kenji. No, no, please no. The similarities between your past and this moment is laughable as you cut through the trees. Your eyes wildly search for little Kenji, anywhere, somewhere. Thunder claps above your head but you ignore it, traveling further into the woods. âKenji!â You scream, rain spitting into your eyes. âKenji please come back!â You yell, cupping your hands around your mouth. You feel empty, yet full of terror. The same way you felt back then when your mother kicked your dad out of your life. The man that would take care of you when your mother got too angry or too drunk. He was gone forever, your protector. Left you to be fed to the monsters your mother harbored.Â
You split through a clearing, breathing heavily as the rain comes down with torrential intent. You feel like crying, screaming, throwing yourself off a cliff even, but you catch a glimpse of Kenjiâs red shirt huddled up against the hallow of a tree. âMiss YN!â He cries, holding out his arms for you. âIâm scared.â You rush to his side, bringing him tightly to your chest.Â
The both of you cling to each other under the cover of the tree, sobbing with the sky. âItâs okay, itâs okay, Iâm here.â You breathe, stroking his head. Kenji curls up in your arms, trembling with tiny hiccups. You knew these woods like the back of your hand, but as the rain blurs your vision the realization crashes over you.Â
You had no idea where you were.
Sanemi watches the rain from his window, wondering what you were doing right now. He grunts as he slides off his bed, heading through the kitchen area to your door. He knocks lightly, aware that you might still be sleeping. âYN?â He calls out softly, but you donât respond. He furrows his brows knocking harder. âYN?â His voice is firmer, but yet nothing comes from your room. He reached for the knob, twisting it open with ease. The door swings open revealing your empty room. He glances around, breathing in your scent and trying to push down the excitement of being in your personal space. He moves around your room, heading toward your outside door. He walks through it, feeling the cool breeze of the storm against his skin.Â
Where were you? He spots a group of boys sitting outside their cabin. He jogs over to them through the rain, stopping under the cover of their deck. âWhatâcha up to?â Sanemi inquires, planning on asking them if theyâd seen where you went.Â
One of them looks at him. âMiss YN took Kenji and weâre waiting for him to come back because he wanted to play games with us.â He explains and Sanemi quirks a brow.
What was that about? âDo you know where?â Sanemi pushes. The same one that was talking to him shakes his head.
âThey were headed toward the main office, but Iâm not sure where exactly they were headed.â Sanemi thanks the group of boys before running toward the main office. When he swings open the door Yena is sitting at her desk with her head in her hands. She glances up when he walks further into the door.Â
Her features soften, a worried expression crossing her face. âOh Sanemi, thank goodness. Iâm so worried.â She rises from her seat, crossing over the carpet to his side.Â
A sense of dread hits the pit of his stomach like a weight of bricks. What was going on? Where were you? Why did Yena look so anxious? âWhatâs wrong?â Sanemi glances around the office, wishing that youâd pop out to surprise him.Â
Yena places a hand on his shoulder, turning his attention back to her. âKenji ran into the woods and YN followed him.â She explains.Â
The feeling of concern amplifies as his blood cools. Not the woods again. âWhen?â He snaps, a strike of lightning illuminating the sky. Yena sighs, glancing at the clock on the wall.Â
âAbout an hour ago,â She trails off, furrowing her brows together. âSanemi, please, find them.â Without a second thought, he runs into the woods. A flash of when he was younger causes him to halt at the tree line. His heart is beating erratically in his chest as he stares through the trunks of thick forest. Heâd been too scared to continue on back then, but you were probably frightened too. Who was he to love you if he couldnât face your terror? Itâs then that he lifts up his wrist to view the matching bracelet. He shakes off his nerves and starts jogging through the foliage.
The rain soaks through his shirt, slicking his hair to the side of his face. He had to find you. Just a week ago you nearly drowned on his watch because of a stupid bet and now you were lost in the woods during a strong storm. Were you trying to test his patience? No⊠you most likely ran after Kenji because of your inner child. Something wanted to heal that part of you. Being a child was difficult, especially when you were taught that emotions were wrong.Â
Sanemi can remember the way your mother screamed as he pulled you angrily by your arm. Her grip left marks on you, red splotches of hatred spanning your tiny arm. She was cursing, screeching about how much of an embarrassment you were, if you loved your father so much then why didnât you go find him? She was a pure blur of her past demons boiling up into one entity â against her own daughter.Â
Now, he would plunge a sword through her heart and save you from the wild beast. Take you away somewhere safe. If only heâd understood more back then. It was all his fault. He had no right to have these feelings toward you when all he caused you was turmoil. Yet, he canât help but see your smiling face, blushing cheeks, and sparkling eyes. The way you stop to smell the breeze of the lake. How joyful you are with the kids, genuinely caring for them. Your sassy remarks when he got too flirtatious with you. The way your lips felt against his in that blissful moment. He⊠truly loved you. Every ounce, curve, and flaw. âYN!â He screams, the beating of his heart echoing in his ears.Â
Sanemi wants to tell you everything, instead of running to someone else. This was between you and him. He couldnât last another second without telling you how much you meant to him. âYN! Where are you!?â Heâs scanning the treeline, worry creasing his brows.Â
You and Kenji still, then look at each other. âIs that Mister Sanemi?â He asks, eyes welling with tears again. You brush your thumb over his plump cheeks, soothing him.
Itâs not helpful that your heart picks up its beating rate at the thought. Sanemi had come to find you â well you and Kenji. Regardless, youâre a little too happy about it. âOver here!â You scream, covering Kenjiâs ears.Â
Sanemiâs heart thumps against his ribcage as he hears you scream back for him. He glances around his surroundings, his eyes finally landing on a hint of red in the distance. âHold on! Iâm coming!â He charges toward the area your voice came from.Â
He sees your face, a sloppy mess of tears and wet hair, and he wants to drop to his knees. âThank goodnessâŠâ You whisper, letting Kenji run to hug Sanemiâs legs. His eyes are locked on your every movement, studying if you are okay.Â
âWe need to get you back, I donât think you couldâve made it out of the forest.â Sanemi holds Kenjiâs hand, waiting for you to start following him. Something holds you back though, a sinking feeling of guilt or shame â you werenât sure which.Â
You had cried and hidden away just like when you were younger. Sanemi didnât come to save you⊠he came to prove a point. You were still just that little girl, running away from her problems. Youâre silent the whole way back, emotions dancing with thoughts. Yena hugs you and then yells at you for running out without a map. Kenji is sent to get a check-up from Shinobu. Everything feels like itâs underwater, floating past you. Only when youâre in front of your cabin do you snap out of the daze, peering up at Sanemi. âYou didnât think I could make it out on my ownâŠâ You mutter. He turns to you, knitting his brows together. âI thought you were there to save me, but you were just there to prove that you could do it. It had nothing to do with me.â Your body feels frozen, numb even.Â
Sanemi opens the door to his room. âThatâs not it at all. Just give me a moment and we can talk about this later.â He replies, closing his door behind him. Later huh? You didnât want later. Now was later.Â
You rush to his door, swinging it open angrily. âNo, you donât get to walk away. Weâre talking about this now.â You snap, taking in Sanemi without a shirt. Why did he always have no shirt on? You halt, mouth gaping.Â
He sighs, tossing his wet shirt into his hamper. âFine, you want to talk, letâs talk. It was careless of you to just run after Kenji like that.â He hisses, motioning to you. âDo you know how worried everyone was? I understand why you did it, but what if something had happened to the both of you? What then YN?âÂ
You march up to him, poking at his chest. âYou donât understand shit Sanemi! Kenji ran into the forest. What was I supposed to do? Stand there and wait for some big muscley man to go in and find him? I did what felt right and you cannot blame me for that!â Your voice is quaking, on the verge of tears.Â
Sanemi scoffs, throwing his hands up in the air. âIâm not blaming you! For fuckâs sake can you stop thinking that everyone is out to get you!? I am not your mother. I care about you and blame myself every fucking day for what happened back then.â Wow. Did he really just bring up your mother? A tormenting ache twists your gut, sucking up any energy you had left.
His nostrils are flaring and your body buzzes with a newfound heat. Itâs anger, itâs sexual frustration, and its adrenaline all wrapped up into one. âYeah well, you have a real funny way of showing how sorry you are. Itâs so funny how you can kiss me one day and then act like nothing happened the next.â You laugh tightly and watch as his brows shoot up.
A sarcastic laugh bubbles out of his throat. âUnlike you, I donât face everything head-on. I was terrified after I kissed you, because yes I kissed you. Do you have any idea how confusing it is to realize after all these years that Iâm in love with you? Then to realize that Iâve fucked up so massively that thereâs zero chance of anything ever happening?â He hisses, rolling his lips into a tight line after his confession. This wasnât how he pictured telling you, but at least it was out there now for you to hear.
Your body tenses, staring at Sanemi with wild eyes. Love? He was in love with you? It was like a slap in the face and a warm blanket at the same time. âThen fucking change my mind,â You order.Â
Sanemiâs eyes widen and his throat bobs with nerves. âYâknow I love it when you get bossy,â He whispers, grabbing your face with gentle vigor. The kiss starts off soft and genuine. Your hands travel into his soft hair, moaning lightly against his lips when his hands find their way to your ass. Thatâs when something animalistic awakens in the both of you. Sanemi spins you around and walks you back against the wall, pressing his knee between your legs. You groan through your mouth at the lovely pressure.Â
His lips work against yours, deepening the kiss into something feral and needy. âGod, I want you.â You huff out between a break. You feel a cocky smirk on your neck where Sanemi nips at the junction of your shoulder. All those times you imagined the quick peck between you both was nothing compared to this. Kissing Sanemi was like pouring hot magma onto a frozen lake. Your body was alive with pinpricks of electricity.Â
You peer down, shakily watching him explore the planes of your body. This was all too much. He was someone you cherished, someone you hated⊠someone you â was it possible for you to even love someone? You care deeply for your friends, the kids, and this camp⊠but love? It's something so deep, so pure that it transcends everything. Did you love Sanemi Shinazugawa or were you crushing on him? The line was thin, but at the same time a cavern impossible to jump over. âHey hey hey, where did you drift off to?â His voice breaks you out of the daze you were in. Your eyes blink up to meet his, soft and beautiful.
His warm hand reaches up to cup your cheek. âDo you need me to stop? I got caught up in my own selfish desiresâŠâ He trails off, looking away bashfully. Huh? Was this gruff man actuallyâŠadorable?Â
Leaning into his hand you shake your head. âI was just thinking about insecurities,â You laugh, meeting his gaze. Sanemiâs face softens and for once you wish your home life had been different. There were times you were grateful that what happened to you made you stronger, more resilient to peopleâs bullshit. Spinning it into a postive made you think less about the trauma. Now⊠you want to be something soft Sanemi can mold with his love. You yearn to fall into his blanketed warmth where somehow youâd be safe. âBut Iâm better now.â You finish, realizing all at once that it didnât matter if you loved him, because you could love him. Love was something you were able to feel, eventually, that is. He could teach you. âSanemi, I really like you⊠do you think â do you think we could continue kissing?â
An airy laugh blows through his nose as he guides you into a sitting positon on his bed. âMâcourse, just let me know if you want to stop.â His eyes light up micheviously, bending down to peck your lips teasingly. He sinks to his knees, sliding his hands down your outter thighs.Â
Sanemi was never someone you thought would stun you into silence, but as his gaze drops to the apex of your legs it suddenly becomes hard to speak. âWhat? Got no smart ass response?â He glances smugly up at you, rolling his tongue over his lips. Instead of replying you spread your legs apart for him. Your action brings his longing attention back to your clothed pussy, which clamps on nothing. âMmm, I guess your body can do enough speaking,â He hooks a finger into your shorts, pulling them down your waist. âSâpretty.â He hisses, reveling in the way your panties cling to the dampness of your cunt. âAll mine,â Heâs muttering to himself like a mad man and maybe he was, but it brings a flush to your cheeks.Â
You squirm to fling your short to the side of his room, wiggling out of your underwear next. He watches like heâll die if he looks away. âSanemi I canât hold back, please, I need you to do something.â You give him enough room to stay between your legs. His smirk worries you only slightly.
He stands, the girth of his cock outlined in his pants. âJust remember you asked for this. Weâll have plenty of time to take it slow later, but right now I canât wait anymore either.â His eyes are a dark brooding purple as he slips the belt out of its loops smoothly. Itâs one of the hottest things youâve ever witnessed. Your childhood friend was about to fuck your brains out and the fact that youâd been fighting only made the tension in the room that much thicker.Â
Sanemiâs cock is longer than anyone youâd been with before and you canât seem to look away from it. How the head weeps and is blush pink with untouched desire. Heâs barely holding on, but the weight of reality slaps you across the face. âDo you have a condom?â You quip and he freezes. His cheeks blush as he glances at his nightstand.Â
âCanât think why I wouldnât pack condoms coming to a job where Iâve never had sex beforeâŠfuck. I can stop if you want to, I wouldnât dare-â
âSanemi, I could care less. Right now all I want is you. Weâll figure it out together.â You grab the back of his neck to bring him in for a kiss. As his lips work against yours he lines himself up at your entrance, brushing the head of his cock against the slick of your arousal. He hisses into your mouth as the tip slips into your warmth. A shaky moan echoes through both of you as you push your foreheads together to watch his cock slide into your pretty pussy.Â
You blow out a breath, throwing your head back in utter bliss. Sanemi fills you out beautifully, stretching your walls just enough to send shivers up your spine. âYou feel perfectâŠyouâre perfect,â Sanemi kisses you, slowly starting to move his hips. The muscles in your stomach tense with a hot iron of pressure.Â
âHaa, Sanemi, please,â You begin but he snaps his hips into yours. A loud slap of skin rattles through his room. Your eyes go wide and a sharp gasp pushes through your body.Â
He grins over you, sliding back on his knees and bringing you with him. âMmm, shh babygirl, mâgonna take care of you.â He strings your legs over his hips, rocking you on his cock.Â
Moans burst from your mouth as you cling to his neck. âFâ Sanemi,â You gasp, his cock plunging deeper into your pussy than the previous postion.Â
âThatâs it, let go pretty girl,â Sanemi burrows into you, a fucked out grin coating his lips. You feel like youâre almost split in two, but the sting bleeds into a sharp pleasurable throb. It radiates through your core, spreading tingles across your skin. Your head lolls to the side a bolt of electricity twisting around your stomach, coating it in the crashing waves of your climax. Youâre both panting as Sanemi fucks into you, gripping your hips onto him.Â
The overstimulation makes you squirm on top of him, but he chaces his own crest, finally finding it when you grip the back of his head, fisting his hair. Warm cum coats your insides, Sanemi gently laying you back down on the mattress. You feel gooey inside, but thereâs a silent happiness that brings a smile to your face.Â
âFuck, Iâm so sorry, I promise next time Iâll last longer- I, IâŠshit let me go get you a rag.â Sanemi pushes himself up on his elbows but you caress his cheek, calming the anxious glaze in his eyes.Â
âNo, stay.â Heâd finally found you⊠and you werenât about to let him out of your sight for a long long time. Â
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Kill my time // Quinn Hughes
In a city full of lonely people, I just want you all to myself
summary: birthday celebrations causing jealousy while struggling to turn a certain age
warnings: drinking, clubbing, smut (18+)
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âI canât believe Iâm going to a bar like Iâm in my early twenties again.â
I smoothed my dress down, picking apart everything wrong with me as I looked in the mirror. Turning thirty felt like my world was about to collapse, and what made it worse was knowing my boyfriend was only turning twenty five just two days after me.
âNot to mention with a bunch of guys who are twenty one.â My roommate added as she fixed us a couple of drinks. I saw her bring out a bottle of tequila, knowing I was going to be in for a long night.
âUgh, what did I get myself into?â
âGirl, itâs fine! Quinn doesnât care about your age so why should you?â She asks, passing me whatever concoction she made. A took a small sip, realizing it was tequila and sodaâŠmore like tequila with a splash of soda.
Deep down I knew she was right, because when I told Quinn I was older than him it didnât phase him at all, I completely expected him to run. He told me the idea of being with someone older was a big turn on for him, something he didnât discover until he met me. As for me, it didnât matter what age the men were I dated, they were all extremely immature. I knew it was a risk with Quinn but he definitely didnât act like men his age. After all he was the captain of an NHL team, he had to have a strong head on his shoulders.
An hour later I was making my way through a busy drunken crowd, holding onto Quinnâs hand for dear life. For whatever reason, his teammates chose this club to celebrate his birthday tonight. Wouldnât have been my first choice, and I donât think Quinn was thrilled on it either but he was too quiet to say anything. We always made the best of a bad situation and I knew tonight wouldnât be any different. House music and lights were bouncing off the walls, making it hard to focus on where we were going. We finally got into our booth and a heavy sigh left me, I definitely wasnât drunk enough for this.
âYou okay, sweetheart?â Quinnâs velvet voice echoed in my ear, calming my nerves. His eyes were bright green, almost enchanting as they peered into mine. My face grew hot, wondering how it was humanly possible for someone to be this gorgeous.
âYeah itâs just been a while.â I wasnât lying either. I spent most of my time in breweries with my friends since most of us were over going to clubs. Quinn likes to tell me he doesnât like going out, but give him a few drinks and he makes a liar out of himself.
He pulled me closer to him, so close I could feel his stubble on my neck. âI wonât leave your side at all, I promise.â
âOkay.â I nodded before he gently brushed his lips over mine. I got lost in our own little world, the music melted away and I forgot we were in the middle of a busy club surrounded by strangers.
âLetâs celebrate, itâs your birthday after all.â
I rolled my eyes, âitâs also yours in two days.â
âYeah, but âŠâ his words trail off as he runs the pad of his thumb over my lip, âtoday brought me you.â
âHow does it feel to be with a thirty year old?â The words falling past my lips causing my eyes to roll again. That number just didnât sit right with me. âIâm officially an old lady.â
âThirty has never looked better.â He mused, his hand running up my hip and bringing me closer to him. I pulled him into another kiss, his cologne hit me like a tidal wave causing butterflies in my stomach. His hand ran up my neck and gripped me tighter while his tongue begged to enter my mouth. We stayed like that, blissfully unaware of reality until his teammates came over with trays of various shots.
âOkay lover boy thatâs enough. Letâs get you drunk.â
One thing about partying with hockey players is all of them have no limits when it comes to spending. I had to finally stop accepting every shot they brought around after the room began to spin. Best part of the night though was that the Devils were in town, so Jack and Luke, Quinnâs brothers were here to celebrate with everyone. This was only my second time meeting them but they were extremely welcoming and treated me like I was their sister. Jack at one point asked me to go dance with him and I couldnât help but say yes.
âSo how does it feel to be thirty?â Jack yelled into my ear as we danced to one of my favourite John Summit songs.
âTerrible. Iâm almost a decade older than you!â
âYou make thirty look so good though.â He smirks as Luke came behind me and picked me up, causing me to scream at him to put me down. As much as I fought he kept me over his shoulder.
âI just want you to know we fucking love you and you make my brother so happy.â Luke added as he finally put me down, the room was still spinning so I had to brace myself against him to make it stop.
âThanks buddy.â I jumped a little, feeling Quinnâs hand on my back. His face was flushed, telling me he was up to no good without me.
âCan I have my girlfriend back now?â
âSorry bro!â Luke kissed the top of my head before him and Jack ran off to grab more drinks.
âYou okay?â I asked Quinn as I turned to him, he smelt like whiskey and honey as he brought his lips to my neck.
âI will be.â He mumbles, burrowing his face into my neck. âIâm glad my brothers like you, but youâre my girlfriend. Not theirs.â
âDo you think theyâre gonna steal me?â I clasped my mouth, trying to hold in my laughter because I know he was being serious. It was downright adorable.
âMaybe.â
âBut Iâm yoursâ I assured him, stepping closer to his body. My hands reaching behind his neck, slipping stands of his hair between my fingers. âNo one will ever steal me from you.â
âProve it.â He replied with such confidence, not taking his eyes off my lips. His hands reached up to my hips, pressing me even closer to him. I gasped as I felt his erection brush up against my leg, âcome with me.â
âWhere are we going?â
âTrust me.â He mumbled, his eyes glazed with desire and whatever was in his system. I grabbed his hand, not knowing where he was taking me.
Quinn guided me into a private bathroom and locked the door. His hand brushed gently over my chest, hooking his finger under the strap of my dress. I watched him with intent, my heart pounding so fast I was surprised he didnât feel it.
âYou belong to me.â He whispered, slowly closing the gap between us. My hands braced onto his chest as he captured my mouth into a kiss that started off sweet but grew sloppy.
âI belong to youâŠ.no one else.â
He smirked so devilishly that I felt something more than butterflies in my stomach. Our kisses were met with biting of lower lips and Quinn grabbed my dress so tight I thought it was going to split. I wasted no time and began to unbutton his pants, dropping to my knees in the process. His dick sprung out of his boxers, dripping with pre-cum as my eyes widened.
âStick your tongue out baby.â
My exposed tongue was met with his tip as he gently circled over my taste buds. I could taste him already, it was making my mouth salivate and run down my chin.
âSuch a good girl.â He breathed as his free hand tugged on my hair. âOpen your mouth for me.â
I did as I was told and Quinn slowly slid his erection into my mouth, inch by inch until his tip hit the back of my throat. He bit his lip as I began to slide my mouth up and down, his grip on my hair getting tighter.
âFuck, baby this feels so good.â He deeply moaned, making me feel it in the back of my throat. âSuch a good girl taking my whole dick in that pretty little mouth of yours.â
I could tell he was getting close with how laboured his breathing became. I removed my mouth from him and began to lick his tip that was glistening with my spit. He looked down at me with pleading eyes, as if me mouth fucking him was the only thing keeping him alive.
âCome in my mouth Quinn, I know what you want to.â
âNot yet.â His voice sounded so husky as he motioned for me to stand up. I wiped my mouth, taking a long look at him. âYour turn birthday girl.â
I couldnât help but giggle as he picked me up and sat me on the bathroom counter. My back rested against the mirror as he spread my legs, situating himself between them. When our eyes met my heart felt like it was going to explode, Iâve never seen him like this before.
âHow bad do you need me right now?â He asked, slowly taking my lip between his teeth again.
âI need you so fucking badly.â
He makes his home between my thighs and begins to tease me with his tip. I regretted wearing underwear tonight but feeling his pre cum soak the lace was the sweetest form of torture, and he knew it.âš
âTell me againâŠhow bad do you need me?â I couldnât get a word out. His laugh was dark as he fluttered his somber eyes at me, âuse your words sweetheart, what do you want for your birthday?ââšâšâI want you.ââšâšâThatâs a good start.â He muses, applying pressure on my thighs with his thumbs, âwhere do you want me?â
No words were leaving me as I gasped for air. Quinn began to run his mouth over my jaw, down to my collarbone, nipping slightly at the skin. I grabbed his hand and guided it between my thighs, his thumb instantly pressing onto my underwear.
âRight there?â He asks, slowly moving my underwear to the side. A small gasp in satisfaction left him as he felt how soaked I was for him. I just nodded, whimpering already from his touch. âTell me how much you wish this was my dick instead?â
âQuinn, I need you please ⊠Iâm yours.â
âThatâs my girl.â He replied so proudly, pushing his tip inside of me slowly. His head falls back once heâs fully inside me and itâs the most beautiful sight Iâve ever seen. âFuck you feel so good, so fucking good.ââšâšQuinn started off slowly, teasing my clit simultaneously with each stroke. He leaned into my ear, continuously praising me as his strokes became faster and harder. Sweat rolled down me as the building started up in my stomach, that familiar flutter began to take over and I knew I was done for. My nails dug into his back as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder as my orgasm left my body.
âFuck Iâm gonna -â
It only took a few seconds before he spilled into me. His hands gently found my face, guiding me to look at him. My legs were still shaking as he kissed me so softly. I was in a complete haze as we broke apart, that one unruly strand of hair fell in front of his face as he studied me. He was so beautiful, there were no other words to describe him.
âHappy birthday, baby.â He mused, gently kissing all the tattoos on my arm. Funny thing,
I never thought heâd go for a girl with a full sleeve and dark hair like me. He struck me as someone who went for blonde Instagram models but, once again he proved me wrong.
âYou definitely just gave me the best birthday present ever.â I lightly laughed.
He titled his head to the side, cupping my cheek, âI donât think anything will be beat the gift you gave me.â
âWhatâs that?â
âYou.â
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TIDAL WAVE OF LOVE
PAIRING â choi seungcheol x reader
WORD COUNT â 1.3k
SYNOPSIS â even the strongest of people break sometimes. youâre used to hiding your feelings; your boyfriend is there for you when everything gets too much.
TAGS â angst, self-esteem issues, fear of failure, mc has a bit of a breakdown :(( but also a lil comfort
NOTE â cleaning out the drafts! this is wayyyy shorter than my usual works but i still felt like posting it <3 i had a very stressful semester in uni before the summer break and i came across this video on twt of coups giving wonwoo a little comforting squeeze which i found very endearing sooo that kinda became the inspo for this!
the moment he calls out a greeting to you from his kitchen, you close your eyes for a moment. it wouldâve probably been wiser to have gone home instead of his place.
you greet him the same way, hoping he doesnât hear the crack in your voice.
âhow was your day?â he asks you once heâs returned to the living room, giving you a kiss.
you press your lips together. âfine. nothing special.â
the first thing he notices is the lack of eye contact you make with him. youâre also being considerably less touchy with him than usual, which he finds strange.
âeverything okay?â
âyeah.â you put up a smile that doesnât appear genuine in the slightest.
he figures you could just be in a bad mood â but that doesnât seem to be the case.
he knows for a fact that itâs not with the way youâre trying real hard to hide your face from him. you only do that when youâre upset about something.
âbaby, talk to me.â
âabout what?â
the response comes out snappier than you meant it to. you two have been together quite a while â so heâs come to know that you tend to get a little colder and distant before the dam breaks.
you look at him so briefly to the point where heâd miss the motion if he blinked. the expression equals a silent apology.
of course he always does his best to give you whatever space you need. that being said, heâs also come to know you get into your own head a lot, and sometimes thereâs someone who needs to pull you out of it.
you bite your lip in a pathetic attempt to hold back your tears. âitâs fine, cheol, just let it go.â
âwell, i care about you, sweetheart. whatâs going on?â heâs persistent but gentle about it. you have a habit of keeping your feelings to yourself and hardly ever letting anything out, which leads to everything just piling up and making things worse.
âi donât wanna talk about it.â
the lump in your throat begins to rise.
âi can see that, but youâve clearly got something you need off your chest. are you okay?â
you donât show anyone when somethingâs wrong unless they mention it first. and even when they do, youâre hesitant.
itâs an exhausting way to live, but you still choose to do so.
itâs one of the reasons why you hate crying. your glossy eyes always betray you.
then you make â what you consider to be â the mistake of looking into his big, worried eyes once more, and you just completely fall apart in front of him.
the tears begin to flow before you can even comprehend it.
âitâs justâgod, i donât even know why iâm so fucking emotional, i justââ your breath shudders, the mildly angry expression that was previously on your face now nowhere to be found, âeverythingâs been so stressful recently, and iâm scared i wonât pass my classes, and i feel like such a slow learner compared to everyone elseââ
heâs rubbing your back, just allowing you to you let everything out. he keeps quiet.
âi feel fucking fragile. and weak. every little thing is just too much right now. iâm sorry, i feel stupid.â
he lets you cry into his chest as his arms are wrapped around you, one hand softly rubbing the back of your head. âdonât feel stupid, baby. you can vent to me, always.â
the sound of your heavy sobs hurt him, because he feels like youâre always so hard on yourself, but heâs glad youâre releasing them. itâs healthier to let it all out than to keep it in.
âitâs just like i canât breathe, yâknow?â you mutter in the crook of his neck, subconsciously wetting his shirt with your tears, âi canât take a single break âcause iâll fall behind. iâm so tired. i feel like iâm not even smart enough to take the damn course, let alone pass the fucking testââ
once he feels like youâre about to start hyperventilating, he moves back to let him look at you. âlong breaths. youâre okay, just breathe with me.â
he purposefully takes long, deep breaths, counting the seconds out loud to guide you, and it works. your breathing is steadying bit by bit, sobs faltering, melting into soft hiccups and numbness.
with dried tears and a slightly hoarse voice, you let out a sigh. âi just hate feeling so incompetent. for once, iâd love to feel smart. i wanna feel like iâm able to keep up as well as everyone else does, yâknow? iâm⊠iâm procrastinating everything and i donât know how to change it. it all sucks.â
âitâs not easy, baby. donât be too hard on yourself.â he presses a swift kiss to your skin, and you hold him tighter, as if he were to slip out of your hold if you didnât.
âitâs not easy for me. it is for them.â
âthereâs nothing wrong with that. would you think differently if someone in your class had to put more effort into passing the course? you wouldnât, right? because at the end of the day, you both make it to the finish line. thatâs what matters.â
deep down, you know he has a point. you put the pressure so high on yourself, yet donât apply the same logic to your peers.
you donât really understand why.
âand you say itâs easy for them, but i know for sure that they put more effort into it than you might think. trust me. youâll get to where you want to be, one way or another. if you take a little longer to do that than a classmate, who cares. itâs your life. i know youâve worked so hardââ he twirls a strand of your hair between his fingers, âeven if you donât pass that class now, it wonât be the end of the world, and thereâll be another chance. youâll get there.â
now thereâs just a few last tears running down your cheeks. âexcept iâm worried that i wonât.â
âyou will. and once you do, youâll be happy that you got to that point because you worked hard and deserve that success. if not today, then tomorrow. yeah?â
you take a deep breath, exhaling slowly, the last shudders of your breakdown bubbling to the surface as your heart rate finally slows back to normal. âyeah. thank you.â
to show your gratitude, you give him a hug, which he happily embraces, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
âanytime. iâm here for you.â
even the strongest of people break â but they can still pick up the pieces and start over.
do your best (but maybe not sometimes) <3
Âź SANAKIRAS â do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.
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hii I wanted to send a request for the more than a married couple eventđ I wanted to request rin and the emojis đ« and đ§
Hi!!
A Rin Itoshi Blueberry Cupcake
àȘââĄâčïœĄÂ° but my luck couldn't get any worse
⥠a/n â for my more than a married couple event
⥠content â rin itoshi x gn! reader, gn! reader, rin still plays soccer, people view rin as 'cold' and 'cruel', one bed trope, kinda forced proximity(?), made it where rin doesn't mean to be cold he just doesn't know how to interact with others, set in high school (third year/senior year), mention of god one or twice, rin is a DIVA (he doesn't wanna sleep on the couch)
⥠synopsis â you could live with rin itoshi as long as the two of you just stayed out of each others space. that was the easy part...until his bed decided to break.
The marriage simulation announcement hit the school like a tidal wave. Some students were giddy with anticipation, while others, like you, wanted to melt into the floor. Living with someone and pretending to be married for an entire month? The idea alone made your stomach churn.
But nothing prepared you for what happened next.
Your name. Rin Itoshiâs name. Side by side on the pairing list.
The moment you saw it, the air seemed to shift. Whispers darted through the room like wildfire, and everyoneâs eyes locked on you. You looked over at Rin, who was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. His expression was as unreadable as ever, but his piercing teal eyes glanced briefly in your direction before looking away again.
"Good luck," someone muttered, half-pitying, half-jealous.
With the reputation Rin Itoshi held, you thought you may need more than luck to survive the next month.
The silence in the simulation apartment was deafening when you and Rin first arrived. Like the other couples, you were handed a list of tasks and expectations, ranging from grocery shopping to date nights to budgeting your "shared" finances. Unlike most of the other pairs, however, Rin made no effort to hide his disinterest.
He surveyed the apartment with a sharp gaze before retreating to his room with barely a word. You were left standing in the living room, clutching the folder of instructions and wondering how youâd survive the next month.
It didnât help that Rin had a reputation. Brooding, blunt, and fiercely competitiveâthose were the words most people used to describe him. But as the days went on, you realized there was more to him than that.
Rin wasnât completely unbearable. In fact, he was startlingly efficient when it came to the tasks. Cooking, cleaning, and even budgetingâhe handled it all with precision, as if he were strategizing for a soccer match. But the atmosphere between you remained tense, like walking on eggshells.
Until the incident with the bed.
It happened a week into the simulation. You were reading through the task list when Rin walked out of his room, an unusually irritated look on his face.
âThereâs a problem,â he said flatly.
âWhat kind of problem?â you asked warily, putting the list down.
He gestured toward the open door of his room. âThe bed frame broke.â
You blinked. âWaitâwhat?â
âThe bed frame,â he repeated, his tone clipped. âItâs broken. Maintenance wonât fix it until next week.â
âOh.â You hesitated. âI guess youâll have to⊠sleep on the couch?â
Rinâs eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of annoyance crossing his face. âThe couch is too small.â
âWell, then whatââ You stopped mid-sentence as the realization hit you. âNo. Absolutely not.â
âItâs just a bed,â he said, crossing his arms. âI donât care.â
âYeah, butââ You faltered, heat rushing to your cheeks. Sharing a bed with Rin Itoshi? That sounded like the setup to a bad rom-com, not something youâd willingly agree to. But his expression left little room for argument.
âFine,â you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. âBut stay on your side.â
That night, you lay stiffly on one side of the bed, clutching the blanket like a lifeline. Rin was equally silent beside you, his back turned as if to create as much distance as possible. The bed wasnât small, but it felt like it, the awareness of his presence making every breath feel amplified.
âThis is ridiculous,â you muttered under your breath.
âWhat is?â Rinâs voice cut through the darkness.
âThis. All of this,â you said, gesturing vaguely even though he couldnât see. âThe simulation, the tasks, the⊠shared bed situation.â
He didnât respond right away. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than you expected. âItâs not like I asked for this either.â
âI know,â you sighed. âBut itâs just so⊠awkward.â
Rin shifted slightly, and you felt the mattress dip beneath his weight. âThen stop overthinking it.â
You turned your head to look at him, surprised by his candidness. His profile was outlined faintly by the moonlight streaming through the window, and for a moment, you saw a different side of himâless guarded, more human.
âEasier said than done,â you murmured, rolling onto your back.
Rin didnât reply, but his presence felt a little less suffocating after that.
Oh and, also, the matienence people never came to fix his bedframe. You were sure this was some sort of malicious prank on you. As if god himself had been watching you like this was a comedy only he found funny.
One morning, about halfway through the week, you woke to the warmth of something solid and steady pressed against you. For a moment, you didnât move, still caught in that hazy place between sleep and wakefulness. It wasnât until you shifted slightly that you realized Rinâs arm was draped over your waist, his chest rising and falling against your back.
Your eyes flew open. How had this even happened?
Slowly, you turned your head to glance back at him, your heart racing. Rin was still asleep, his expression unusually peaceful. The usual tension in his features was gone, replaced by something softer, something you couldnât quite describe.
You thought about moving, but the warmth of his arm, the weight of his presenceâit wasnât⊠uncomfortable. And judging by how relaxed he seemed, he didnât seem to mind either.
So you stayed. Just for a little while longer.
When Rin finally stirred, his eyes fluttering open, you braced yourself for the inevitable awkwardness. But to your surprise, he didnât pull away immediately. His gaze met yours, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence was thick, but not unbearable.
Then, he spoke. â...How did this happen?â
âI donât know,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Rinâs gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he finally moved, his arm sliding away as he sat up. âItâs⊠whatever,â he muttered, his tone strangely subdued. âDonât overthink it.â
You sat up too, your heart still pounding. âI wasnâtââ
âGood.â He got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom, his movements uncharacteristically hesitant. Just before disappearing inside, he paused. â...Sorry, by the way.â
You blinked. âFor what?â
âFor that,â he said, gesturing vaguely toward the bed. And then he was gone.
You stared after him, your thoughts swirling. Maybe it was nothing. Or maybe it was something.
The following days brought small but surprising changes. Rin, while still stoic, seemed to make more of an effort to engage with you. It wasnât muchâan extra question here, a quiet comment thereâbut it was enough to shift the dynamic between you.
And then there were the moments when the âfake coupleâ act forced you closer than you were comfortable admitting. Holding hands in public, sitting closer during classes, andâmost unnerving of allâthe lingering touches that came with the territory.
âItâs for the grade,â Rin said one afternoon, his hand resting lightly on your lower back as you walked into a mock âfamily dinnerâ event.
âSure,â you replied, trying to ignore the way your heart sped up at his touch.
The bed situation, meanwhile, remained an unspoken tension between you. Every night, youâd lie on opposite sides, trying your best to ignore the proximity. But as the days went on, the awkwardness began to fade.
One night, after an exhausting day of tasks, you both collapsed onto the bed without much ceremony. You didnât even realize how close youâd ended up until you felt Rinâs arm brush against yours.
âSorry,â you mumbled, moving to create space.
âDonât,â he said quietly. âItâs fine.â
You glanced at him, surprised. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, but there was something oddly comforting about his presence. Against your better judgment, you allowed yourself to relax.
By the final week of the simulation, the line between âfakeâ and ârealâ had become increasingly blurred. Rin wasnât just tolerableâhe was⊠comforting. Reliable. And, though you hated to admit it, you found yourself looking forward to his company.
The realization hit you like a freight train one evening as you sat together on the couch, going over the final budget task. He looked up from the spreadsheet, his teal eyes meeting yours, and you felt your heart skip a beat.
âYouâre staring,â he said bluntly.
You blinked, heat rushing to your face. âNo, Iâm not.â
He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but didnât press the issue. Instead, he returned to the spreadsheet, leaving you to grapple with your own feelings.
The final taskâa formal dinnerâwas both a relief and a heartbreak. As you stood side by side, dressed to the nines and presenting your âmarriageâ portfolio to the grading panel, you couldnât help but feel a pang of sadness. The simulation was almost over.
When it ended, the apartment felt strangely empty. You packed your things in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging between you.
âHey,â Rin said suddenly, breaking the quiet.
You turned to face him, your heart pounding. âYeah?â
He hesitated, his usual confidence faltering. âI donât want this to be over.â
You stared at him, unsure if youâd heard him correctly. âWhat?â
âThis,â he said, his voice firmer now. âI donât want it to go back to the way it was.â
A lump formed in your throat as his words sank in. âRinâŠâ
Before you could say anything else, he stepped closer, his teal eyes locking onto yours. âYou donât have to say anything now. Just⊠think about it.â
As if you needed time to think about being with the Rin Itoshi.
ugh i love rin so much
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