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oatmealwrites · 3 months ago

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JJK Valentine's Date! <3

[NSFW] How your Feb. 14th goes!

non-curse au bc i like being happy :)

regular masterlist | jjk masterlist

Tags: nanami a sweetheart, oral (m+f receiving), creampies, p in v, BREEDING KINK [im sorry], fluffy Suguru, bath sex, exhibition gojo if u squint, dressing room sex, mirror sex, bend over furniture, mating press, riding, public nudity?, semi-public sex, strap on sex, varying levels of relationship [dating, fiancé, married], MDNI, 18+

Characters: Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Kamo Choso, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Higuruma Hiromi, Ryomen Sukuna, Shoko Ieiri

don't look at the post date, IK it's past the 14th

word count: 5.9k [IM SORRY]

NOT PROOFREAD [im tired]

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Nanami Kento:

Being the proper gentleman Kento is, he had already planned your Valentine’s Day date weeks in advance. He booked a reservation at your favorite restaurant, ensured the table had a window view so you could people watch, and had purchased a variety of your flowers to greet you with a beautiful bouquet. A brand new 3-wick candle of your preferred scent was also placed in your shared bedroom and bathroom, and all the usual housework had already been taken care of to ensure you both could relax this evening.

Dinner itself went by smoothly; the two of you enjoying a few drinks, and when you stumble through the front door of your shared apartment in a tipsy haze, you can’t keep your hands to yourselves.

Warm palms knead the flesh of your ass while your fingers tug at the blonde strands of hair on the back of his head; your lips in a messy french as his tongue takes its time to re-memorize the layout of your mouth. Shuffled feet attempt to wander into the bedroom without breaking the connection and the way his erection desperately grinds into your abdomen fills your mind with static.

By the time he guides your thighs to meet the edge of the bed, you tear your lips from his and chuckle when he takes a second to chase after them. A slight whine in his throat and concern in his eyes. Was he expecting too much? Had he misread the situation, and you simply wanted a more peaceful evening? What if–

“Kento~” Your words snap him from his trance and he eagerly waits for you to continue. “I wanna give you your gift.”

Your voice is a siren’s call he could listen to all day long, and in a haze he follows your direction to strip and lay flat on the bed. His conscience comes back when you tug at the final knot of the soft red rope fastening his other wrist to the headboard. Both arms are rendered motionless and Kento can only watch as you shimmy your dinner dress to the floor and crawl up to him wearing a new lacey lingerie set in the same shade of crimson as the ropes on his body.

His mouth is open with labored breaths as you plant a variety of kisses all over his body and leave a possessive mark in a variety of locations only you will ever see. Your lips trace down his pecs, then kiss down his navel until you finally give attention to his throbbing erection.

Veins litter his shaft while pre cum drips profusely from his flushed cockhead; Kento desperately watching and waiting for you to give it some much needed attention. And like the good girlfriend you are, you do.

A long lick across the slit allows you to savor the salty and light taste of his arousal while his head is thrown back in pleasure. Acrylic nails (that he paid for) trace the veins as you guide his pretty cock between your glossed lips and inch him inside further and further.

Heavy balls ache as you jerk off the length you can’t fully take and your tongue rubs flat against his frenulum. He feels like his skin is on fire and your name leaves his mouth like a prayer– and while he would love to guide your head and push your pretty hair out of your face, he can’t. And it only turns him on even more.

Instead, he tilts his head up with any remaining strength and flexes his thighs in a pathetic attempt to jerk off further into your mouth as hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat.

“Mmm f-fuck! Cumming…. Oh i’m fucking cumming…”

You lick up each drop of cum that falls from your lips and spills back onto his shaft as Kento breathes heavily above you in an attempt to come back to reality. Whining slightly at the overstimulation, you climb back up and grant him a kiss which he eagerly returns, humming as he tastes himself on your tongue.

He tugs slightly at the ropes. “Please, angel. Let me make you feel good too.”

You agree, and as soon as the knot is loosened, he’s pawing the ropes off and tumbling onto you to show you just how grateful he is for your sweet gift.

The evening continues with several more orgasms between the both of you, and enough of his cum fucked so deep into your cunt, you’re wondering if a morning after pill could save you this time. But there’s another gift Kento is eagerly awaiting to give you, a little velvet box tucked away in his mundane sock drawer.

He knows it would be too cliche to ask you if you could be his forever on Valentine’s Day… so he resigns that he’ll have to wait just a little bit longer to pop the question. Your planned vacation to Malaysia in a few weeks seems ideal. ;)

Fushiguro Toji:

Toji never had much money on hand to splurge on all the nice things you would look at whenever you two went out; his own gambling addiction eating too much into any disposable income, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t romantic at times.

After his wife died, he figured romance was permanently out of the picture for a guy like him, settling on one night stands and casual flings…until he met you. And despite his egotistical and brooding demeanor, he has a soft spot for you– and an impeccable memory, which is why he had actually planned out this stupid holiday a few weeks in advance.

Despite him having no interest in a Hallmark holiday, he knew you liked the extra attention from time to time and figured it would be worth it to see you happy. This has led to him actually finding a sitter for Megumi and stashing enough cash to order you takeout from your favorite places while a movie plays on your tv at home.

The two of you eat, drink, and watch the movie cuddled on the couch until Toji figures it’s time for his favorite meal. Legs thrown up over his shoulders as your thighs threaten to squish his head, he keeps his long fingers thrusting up inside you as his tongue laps and sucks at your puffy clit.

“Coooome on, that’s it… you can do it doll. One more f’me”

His voice is deep and the vibration spurs you to cum on his face again– the total number of times now unknown to you. Toji already kept you perched on the counter when you went to get a glass of water, eating you out as if he were starving. Then, he splayed you out on the rug by the fireplace and beneath the TV, keeping you squirming as his tongue fucked into your weeping cunt with such force it made you see stars. Of course you had to ride his face promptly after– your pussy was apparently ‘telling him she wanted it’.

The cute frilly red lingerie you had purchased for the evening sits in torn pieces on the floor as Toji manhandles you up and around the back of the couch. Bending you over the frame; your face and chest smush against the back cushions as he drags his swollen tips up and down the lips of your pussy.

Stretching past the first few muscles of resistance, Toji sighs when he bottoms out and smacks his heavy balls into the flesh of your ass with a soft ‘plap!’. Mind numb already, he chuckles watching the way you drool pathetically onto the fabric as he molds your cunt to the shape of his dick.

Toji ensures to gloat about the way only he can fuck his smart girl so dumb in only a matter of seconds with his cock as the tip ruts against your cervix.

He hadn’t planned on fucking you so filthy this evening; hand on his chest he was going to do ‘love making’ the old fashioned way with missionary and slow strokes. Yea, well fuck that.

Toji already shows his love to you other ways– beating up deadbeat losers who try hitting on you, always doing the manual labor you can’t quite figure out [who knows what a spark plug is anyways], and never letting you sleep in an empty bed even if it means he’s coming home late in the night from his shitty job.

This moment, fucking you so filthy despite the way you seemed to have warmed up his heart into a softer mush, is his favorite thing. He’s not sure he’s out for marriage again– titles are now something he doesn’t often use because of his first wife. But that doesn’t mean he sees you as something different– you’re his girl. The first thing he sees in the morning and the last thing he sees at night, and he intends to keep it that way until one of you croaks and then he can keep doing it in the afterlife.

“Come on doll– you can take a bit more, right?”

He doesn’t need to have a big ceremony or commotion to prove the way he loves you– though he’s been considering giving you a ring to wear to make other guys fuck off from the way they stare so shamefully. It’s also why he doesn’t feel the need to have a special title when he heaves up your upper body from its limp position to squish into his chest; his lips nibbling your ear. “if your– nghh.. pussy keeps sucking me in like that… you’re gonna aahh … make Megumi a big brother.”

Kamo Choso:

Choso wasn’t particularly well versed in the semantics of romantic holidays, so when Yuji highlighted the importance of Valentine’s Day, he made sure to let you know he really cared about you. At least that was the plan, instead, his appointment ran much later than he had hoped. An appointment which he didn’t go into much detail about when he told you he was behind schedule for the evening.

You don’t mind though, already putting the beautiful flowers he gave you into a pretty vase in the kitchen, and munching on the chocolate and wine he left out while you watch a cheesy romcom. It’s nearly 7:30pm when Choso comes to sit on the couch and melts into you, a slight whine as you take out his elastics and stroke his hair calmingly.

This day was supposed to be spent spoiling and showing off his beautiful girlfriend– instead he had missed your 6pm dinner reservation leaving the large man sulking like a child. Loving the way you stroke his hair to calm his self-depreciative thoughts, Choso presses fervent kisses to the pulse point on your neck, addicted to hearing the beat of your blood flow.

“Mmm, we don’t have to do anything Cho… we can just stay in and chill for the night.”

He groans slightly and moves his lips to work down to the collar of your now pajama top [aka his old band t shirt].

But the man is determined to make up for the lost time and within seconds he’s scooped you up and over his shoulder while making a beeline for the bedroom. A people-pleaser to his own demise, Choso refuses to let you feel anything but pleasure, especially today.

New purple lingerie that adorns your body for the holiday has his heart and cock gushing as he admires the color of the fabric against your skin. He’s careful to strip you of it, his impatience at bay to preserve the garment to ensure you could keep wearing it for him in the future.

It’s when Choso tugs off his hoodie and t shirt that you raise an eyebrow at what seems like plastic wrap covering his bicep– though he doesn’t let you stare too long. He pushes your back plush against the bed while he kneels on the floor and finds his second home between your thighs. Choso knows every detail of what you like when it comes to oral and ensures to rut the metallic ball of his tongue piercing against your clit, slip a third finger inside when your hips start twitching, and to overstimulate just enough that your brain goes a little fuzzy.

Coming down from your orgasm, he doesn’t give you a chance to admire his body for too long– flipping you over into a doggy position and sinking each inch of his cock deep into your cunt as drool escapes your lips and stains the sheets beneath. Each thrust of his hips is hypnotic and despite the fact that you can nearly feel him in your lungs, Choso is a panting and moaning mess from behind you.

“Ahhh… f-fuck baby… this pretty pussy’s gonna…gonna make me cum–”

The smack of your ass against his pelvis is drowned out by his whimpers as hot ropes of cum leak from his cockhead as it grinds against the entrance of your cervix. It’s unbelievably hot, and you can’t fight the whimpers when he slowly pulls out with an airy sigh.

Choso is almost quick enough to reposition to continue pleasuring you until you cum again, until you catch his wrist and tug his arm down. The ceran wrap that covers his arm seems to be for nothing until you catch a glimpse at the back of his bicep with a gasp.

“Ha… surprise?” He mumbles sheepishly as you blink at the ink of fresh tattoo adorning his already decorated body.

It’s a simple lettering font of your name in your handwriting with a variety of small hearts and flower drawings surrounding it.

“When did you…?”

“I took the card you gave me for my birthday as the stencil and got it done today…” he stares at your face with a worried expression, scared that maybe he was moving too fast. “...do you like it?”

You’re completely speechless at the act and lightly release the grasp on his arm. “I love it Cho…”

Relief floods his veins before peppering your skin with gentle kisses and laying you back down to continue his adoration of your body so prettily splayed out for him. Lips trace down your collar bone and continue down further and further until he parts slightly at your navel.

“Thank God… I was going to get our initials, but Yuji said I should wait a bit for that one..”

You tug on the hair that falls freely down and trace his jaw with a smile. “Mmm, I’d want to go with you when you get that done.”

Geto Suguru:

Valentine’s Day falling on a Friday this year meant you and your boyfriend were still required to go into work and come back home completely drained. While Suguru certainly had a flair for the dramatics, a habit considering his life long friendship with a certain white haired man, he also loved small moments of simple domesticity with you at his side.

The two of you already decided that you would celebrate the holiday on Saturday, so you both could properly sleep in and be energized enough to enjoy the activities planned. Despite that agreement, Suguru couldn’t help but do a few extra acts of love this Friday evening anyways– a soft spot in his heart reserved for you.

That has led to the current situation as you both sit in a drawn bath, with your favorite candles on the countertops with a fresh bottle of wine opened and pouring into two glasses. The moment is quiet and vulnerable, taking time to speak about your days while the other listens in content silence and simply enjoys the presence of this.

Suguru works deft fingers to massage the tired muscles of your shoulders and works his way down your arms until he pulls your left hand from the water and runs a thumb over the knuckles. A large engagement ring sitting perfectly on your ring finger, a promise he had made months prior for a future he can’t wait to experience.

The image of you, his fiance and soon to be wife, causes a stir in his core and pressing his lips along the flesh of your nape, a forming erection grinds into where your ass is seated so nicely in his lap.

“Mm? Something making you feel a certain away, Sugu?”

He chuckles and kisses down to your shoulder, “You always do angel.”

Calloused hands trail your back and then reach to the edge of the bathtub for the small plastic remote of the jets; in a simple motion he clicks on the setting for a light pressure. Before you can turn in his lap, Suguru pivots in the water to tilt your cunt perfectly against the warm streaming water and kneads your plush tits as your head tilts back at the sensation.

“Ahhh… s-shit… feels good– Sugu”

He continues kissing along the side of your neck and brings a large hand beneath the water to outline the lips of your pussy before slowly pushing a finger inside. The entire sensation has your back arching into his chest further as one hand pinches your nipple, another has fingers stuffed in your cunt, and the water jets serve a makeshift vibrator against your clit.

Suguru fares not better from behind you as a full erection now presses into the small of your back while his grip on your breast tightens; before you can cum, he manhandles your body to the side of the tub and tugs you to stand on your knees just above the water level. Normally you would whine at the orgasm denial, but Suguru doesn’t have the patience to tease as he glides his cock up and down your folds once before slipping inside.

No matter how many times you have sex, his size always leaves you breathless and your tightness always makes his hips stutter. Water sloshing out of the tub as your hands are placed on top of the wall and Suguru fucks you from behind, the glimmer of the pretty ring on your hand makes his resolve weak.

The two of you don’t stop until the water heater is empty and the only thing that drips from the faucet to refill the half empty tub is too cold for your liking. Despite that, the bathroom mirrors remain fogged as you two bend and fold into a variety of positions until you’re primarily dripping in his cum rather than sudsy bath water.

And maybe it’s the possessive title of fiance that makes Suguru so riled up, but watching his seed drip from your cunt so wastefully has him scooping it from your thigh and pushing it back inside. You’ve already upgraded him from boyfriend to fiance; now he’s hoping you could promote him from husband to father in the future.

Gojo Satoru:

The dinner Satoru reserved was at a new restaurant that neither of you had been to– but the photos online indicated it was definitely fancier than most places you eat at. While usually you would go to the mall with your friends to scour for a new dress, your boyfriend had gotten off work and insisted on taking you himself.

It’s his credit card anyways, so he might as well be the person to swipe it at the checkout.

Dress shopping starts off tame; going through a variety of clothing racks, asking the sales assistance for sizes available, and letting your attentive man hold a mountain of fabric and hangers as he follows you to the fitting room. And to be fair, he was on his best behavior for the first few dresses.

He’d carefully inspect each article on your behalf. The back strapless one seemed to wrinkle too easily, the straps on the pale pink dress dug into your shoulders too much, and the frilly gold maxi dress was just a few inches too long for you.

Now after maybe 30 minutes of being respectful Satoru grew impatient and each dress you stepped out in was seemingly fine to wear to the date despite your claims to try on just a few more. It was a mixture of frustration and pride– Satoru had hit the jackpot when it came to lovers and his ego would rise every time other customers were checking you out but he couldn’t help the desire to just go home already. Because at the end of the day it didn’t matter what you chose, it would end up on the floor of your shared apartment anyways.

“Satoru– you aren’t even looking anymore.” you complain before stepping back into the fitting room and sliding the curtain shut.

Ok, that was his last straw.

Not even bothering to check if any wandering eyes were watching, Satoru stands up and drops the mess of hangers and fabric onto his seat and enters your little stall. The whole action happens within a fraction of a second– one moment you’re adjusting the strap of a stain dress minidress and the next you’re being stripped down and onto the lap of your boyfriend.

“Not looking? Baby you know I can never take my eyes off you”

Hes sitting on the floor and kneading the flesh of your tits before spining you around to have your back against his chest and your front facing the mirror.

“What are you–”

“Now it’s your turn to watch yourself.”

You’re convinced the entire store can hear the lewd sounds coming from behind the thin curtain of the stall, but Satoru behind you doesn’t seem to care at all. The squelch of your pussy around his cock is enough to make your cheeks flush, but the sight of his dick pistoning up into your cunt is the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen.

Forget porn, watching it happen live and searing into your memory is the only thing you’ll be using to get off from now on. Satoru fares no better above you; enjoying the image in the mirror as a sight he can never tire of.

“God, you love this don’t you… nghh ahh… love seeing my cock fuck into you huh?”

No coherent words can form on your tongue as his tip kisses into your cervix with a mind-numbing force as his hips snap into you over and over again. Your head falls backward onto his shoulder in a haze, squeezing your eyes shut when a deft finger leaves your waist to rub mean circles into clit and push you to your orgasm.

Satoru knows that everyone in the fitting area has the best jerking material known to man now– the sight of you in slutty dresses and now the sound of you getting utterly fucked out beat any porno. He would usually be a little jealous of that thought, but watching the cream ring form around the base of his cock as he continues to fuck up into you makes him think a ring on your finger might be an ever better sight.

Higuruma Hiromi:

Hiromi already told you about his work schedule adjustment this morning– being called into the firm to work overtime on another case that left him feeling drained beyond belief. You knew he didn’t want to go; in the morning you were the one who had to usher him from the bed and remind him he couldn’t afford to be late again, so you sent him off with a kiss and promised to see him later.

Now you didn’t exactly say when later ;)

That leaves you here, in front of the law firm in a long trench coat at 8pm as a steady rain pours down on the couples rushing to their evening dinner plans. The drowsy receptionist knows you already and offers a soft ‘Good evening, Mrs. Higuruma’ as you walk through the lobby with a gift bag in tow.

You get off the elevator at his office floor as your heels click softly against the tiles until you reach his door– the rest of the office still has quite a few people working despite the holiday.

Hiromi murmurs something behind his door but doesn’t open it, only looking from his desk when you click the door shut and pur his name.

“Hm, dear? What are you doing at the firm?”

You place the pink bag on the desk and offer a cute smile in front of his desk while tired eyes open wide in shock at your arrival still.

“Your gift Hiromi~, open it up.”

Still confused, he sits up while you saunter around the desk and kneel before his knees and duck under his arms to sit with your face right in front of his pelvis.

“D-Dear?”

“–Open the gift honey.”

Hiromi’s Adam’s apple bobs with a thick swallow as you palm him through his slacks before slipping his semi out from the fly and tugging the waistband of his briefs down. He exhales shakily as you work his cock up to a full erection and crumbles the tissue paper in his hand when he sees a skimpy lingerie set sitting neatly folded in the bag.

“Oh f-fuck..”

You’re not sure if it’s a moan from the gift or from the way you lick along his frenulum and massage his balls lightly.

“It’s the set I would’ve worn…”

And in that moment, you tug the strap of the trench coat and shuffle it off, revealing your bare body kneeling before him; Hiromi wonders what he must’ve done in his previous life to be married to such an amazing woman.

He drops the set back into the bag and guides you to your feet before spinning you around and placing your hands on the wooden desk and pushing your spine into a pretty arch; ass out. Hiromi knows this is not professional, but the fact it’s Friday, and Valentine’s Day, and you, make him throw out any rationality as he sinks his cock into your cunt.

The pace is brutal, leaving you digging your acrylic nails into the wooden furniture in an attempt to steady your balance from the way your husband fucks into you from behind. While moans escape your lips as his heavy balls smack into your clit with each thrust, Hiromi can’t help but feel slightly overwhelmed with emotions.

He’s beyond grateful for your ‘gift’ and stress relief, but another part of him is worried with slight envy at the thought that other men could’ve seen you so vulnerable. Wearing nothing under that coat?! What if there was a strong breeze? Or you tripped? Or the buckle keeping it shut came undone?

The glint of the golden ring on your hand brinds his attention to matching one he adorns– a memory of your vows and promises to forever. But other men might not respect that.

Sure in the eyes of the law Hiromi was all yours, but the world was crueler than that. And the way your cunt sucks his cock back inside, attempting to milk him dry, causes him to bend down with his chest to your back and slide his hands from your hips to right below your navel.

No, he needs much more than a ring; he needs you to carry his child to really solidify that you were all his.

Ryomen Sukuna:

[jin and kaori had yuji as teenage pregnancy for this to make sense age wise -> yuji is like in middle school and y'all like 29-33]

‘Jin has used up the last of his owed favors’ is the only thought running through Sukuna’s mind as he listens the way Yuji begs you to let him invite his friends over. It’s not like Sukuna went out of his way to plan a super elaborate Valentine’s Day, but his plans for a casual dinner, walk in the park, and about 4 hours of fucking couldn’t happen if you were both stuck babysitting his stupid nephew. And where tf was Choso?! He couldn’t come back from college to watch his little brother?

Ok, Sukuna has a small soft spot for the kid, but when trying to lay pipe with his girlfriend, Yuji is nothing but a nuisance.

“I guess that’s alright if they come over, right Sukuna?” You ask, while looking over at your sulking boyfriend who stands in the kitchen with firm scowl.

He rolls his eyes and mumbles a ‘whatever’, not bothering to smile when Yuji jumps up and down and runs to call Nobara and Megumi. You walk over and run a hand through Sukuna’s hair and giggle when he leans into the touch with a low hum similar to a moody house cat.

“What are you laughing at, woman?”

“You”

“Tch.”

You know Sukuna acts all tough but loves the doting affection regardless, pulling you back in closer when your hand threatens to leave its spot scratching the hair at the back of his neck.

The evening isn’t how you expected your Valentine’s Day to go, but it was fun nonetheless. You and Sukuna help Yuji make Valentine’s for his homeroom class with his friends as a sappy romcom plays in the background. The 5 of you order takeout, with Sukuna and yourself excusing yourselves when the kids move to play Super Mario party, surrounded by conversation hearts and chocolates.

“Fucking finally” Sukuna grumbles as his lips latch onto yours and his kicks the door shut behind him.

He wastes no time in stripping you down and pushing you to the edge of the guest bed before kneeling before your thighs and splaying you open. Chocolate and candy were nothing compared to the sugary taste of your cunt, and no matter how many times Sukuna complains he doesn’t have a sweet tooth– he always eats you out as if it were his favorite meal.

Long thick fingers know every spot that makes your hips twitch and his hot tongue ruts against your puffy clit just the way you like it. The way moans escape your lips are enough indication that you’re enjoying the moment, and Sukuna is too, but he can’t help but feel a little bad he couldn’t give you something more for the holiday.

He wastes no time when your orgasm washes over you to push you further onto the bed and fold you into a mean mating press. No matter how many times you take him, the length and thickness of your boyfriend’s cock is enough to make you dig crescent shaped indentations on his shoulder blades.

“God, feels like…haaa you wanna fucking ngh milk me dry”

The pubes at his base tickle your clit with enough pressure to make you moan his name with your head pushed back into the pillow; Sukuna has to bite down on the side of your neck to avoid his stupid nephew from hearing the way he was about to make him a cousin.

You bring your hands to his hair and mewl as his tip grinds into your cervix with a mean pressure. “Ah m’sorry Sukuna– ahhh couldn’t g-give you a better Valentine’s Day..”

He assumes it’s the cock drunk brain of yours talking; Sukuna is certain there’s nothing else he would want to do for the day anyways. But reciprocating your wish for a better evening, he pushes the feeling away and tugs your hips up to angle just a bit deeper.

Sure, he could’ve been out on a lovely date with you tonight while Jin or Choso watched the brat… but a better idea crosses his mind. Reciprocation; a taste of their own medicine.

“It’s fine, angel..” He rocks his hips against yours and sucks his thumb before bringing it to rub against your clit. “I’ll give you a niiiice load… n’you can give me a baby.”

Shoko Ieiri:

Ieiri is prepared for this holiday– nothing was getting in her way from delivering a memorable day to her girlfriend. She called off work 2 weeks in advance, booked a reservation for the restaurant in December, and even kept a wishlist of all the little items you would look at in stores but never buy.

The perfume from Sephora that was a little too expensive? Purchased. The cute little pastries from the bakery you turned down because this was ‘the year you finally commit to your gym grind’? Yep, they are sitting on the kitchen table wrapped up with a bow.

Ieiri made sure every ‘t’ was crossed and every ‘i’ was dotted.

And you had planned a few things as well– a couple’s pottery class in the evening and a cute wine bar to go to after the dinner reservation she made. By the time the day wraps up, you plop onto your shared sofa with a tired sigh as your feet ache from the heels.

You’re certain you could fall asleep at this moment, but the sound of Ieiri opening the bedroom door and sauntering into the room pulls you from your drowsy state. Dressed down in purple lace lingerie, she gives you a smirk and drags her hands down the plush tops of her breasts before tracing down to the straps around her waist you didn’t notice before. A strap-on.

There’s no plastic dildo hooked to it yet, but her smirk is all you need to know that there will be one very soon. Ieiri doesn’t even have to call you over with her hand; your tired feet feel brand new as you hop up and tug her into the bedroom as laughs escape her lips from your eagerness.

And well, how could you not?!

She strips you from the dress, careful not to rip it since she knows it’s your favorite, and kisses along your neck before you push her back onto the plush comforter. Reaching around her soft skin, you unclasp the metal hooks of her bra and immediately lath your lips to a perky nipple.

The sound of your name escaping her mouth is your favorite song as you lick the perky bud before switching to the other breast to give it equal attention– best not to make it feel left out.

And once you’ve sucked enough hickies on her chest to your satisfaction, Ieiri guides you to your hands and knees while she stands to rummage in the nightstand for the familiar silicon dildo.

It takes a few tries to clasp it firmly into place, and when it’s finally stable, you can’t help the long moan that escapes your lips as she slowly sinks in.

“F-Fuck… Ieiri–”

“–I know, I know baby… you can take it though.. Be a good girl, yea?”

She coos in your ear before kneeling upright and tugging your hips back to a steady ‘plap!’ plap!’ ‘plap!’ rhythm. Your cunt clenches around the mold as she reaches forward to give a small squeeze to your tits before grabbing the other toy she pulled from the drawer– a vibrator.

And as soon as the vibration is pushed against your puffy clit, a string of moans rip from your throat as you arch your back to further the sensation against her. No matter how many times you and Ieiri fuck, she always ensures that your legs will be absolutely jelly the next day… that way she can nurse you back to health obviously.

“G-gonna cum… ahhh please! Please let me…”

And like the amazing girlfriend she is, Ieiri doesn’t change anything. She keeps the vibrator against your clit, the tempo of her hips reamains the same, and even the angle of the dick into your cunt stays perfectly constant as you cum, hard.

Those brief moments of afterglow are amazing but short lived, because you both knew that this evening wouldn’t end until maybe round 6? 7? Neither of you have work in the morning… so maybe it’ll be an even 8?

hehe i know im late but whoopsiessss

I've had this in progress for like 2 weeks and kept pushing it off but now its doneee

also i promise my chapters for the long fics are coming~~

[its so hard to write these bc i almost make them into their own one shots every time]

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MANEATER | SIM JAEYUN (M)

PAIRING: virgin!jake x yn (femreader)

SYNOPSIS: in which jake is tired of being a virgin and you're asked to help him out.

WARNINGS: smut so MDNI! vrignity loss, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe out there), creampie, riding, multiple orgasms, etc. cursing, words like slut/whore, BARELY PROOFREAD

WC: 5k, lowercase intended

MESSAGE FROM NIC: here it finally is!! (sorry for the delay) my first piece of smut,,, hope it's what everyone imagined 😁 (also tysm for 2k notes on the teaser ahh!!) big thank u to my stella, @karinasbaby for encouraging this fic, one of my biggest supporters ilysm. pls be kind as this is something new for me BUT feedback is super appreciated, tell me what u liked and didn't like! (respectfully) also reblogs would be nice as well so feel free to drop one. love u guys sm 🫶🏼

jake sim was a virgin. a pitiful, pitiful virgin. and it’s not like he was ugly. not even close to that. jake was an attractive guy, easy on the eyes. and his flirting? a real smooth talker he was.

it was as if 2000s chad michael murray possessed his very soul every single time he would chat up a girl at a party or in class.

so why couldn't he ever close the deal? how did he find himself in a steamy makeout session one second and then the next the girl is storming out of the room in disgust. every. single. time.

oh yea, because he was a fucking virgin. a pitiful, pitiful virgin.

it seemed like girls these days wanted a man in charge. someone who could help them live out their fifty shades of grey fantasies. jake would like to think he could do that for them but how could he ever learn if no one wanted to give him the time of day? what happened to the girls that would spread their legs for anything and anyone?

all jake needed was one chance. one chance to stick his dick in a hole and he can move on with his life.

his friends didn't make it any better either. he was getting tired of hearing all about their wild sexcapades every week and having nothing to contribute to the conversation.

but they don’t intentionally leave him out or make him feel bad about his lack of experience. they even try getting him with their past hookups because you know, sharing is caring right?

“dude no way you fumbled sora. she’s a real slut i was so sure she would let you hit,” sunghoon says as he’s unwrapping his sandwich then taking a bite. “bro i didn't fumble anything. it's the same shit every time, once i tell them im a virgin they dip,” jake responds while he steals sunghoon’s sandwich and takes a bite for himself.

sunghoon doesn't even argue, his best friend is clearly in distress and is need of some food. “she started ranting about how she doesnt “do” virgins because they get attached and she thinks im gonna become obsessed with her or something.”

“why do you even tell them you’re a virgin in the first place? if that's the issue why even say anything at all?” heeseung questions with a mouth full of the same sandwich that somehow now ended up in his hands.

“because if he cums in .2 seconds then the girls are gonna think he’s a bad fuck. there's no winning here.” jake nods in agreement with jay's statement as he watches jay snatch the sandwich from heeseung and finish it off.

this is what is so beautiful about their friendship. they share everything with each other, the main things being girls and food. unfortunately for jake, bites of food is all he gets.

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“oh fuck!” jakes pants while bucking his hips forward. vision blurry, drool pooling around the corner of his mouth. he genuinely feels like his soul is leaving his body and he wasn’t sure this was even real life anymore. to ground himself and bring him back to reality, he tries looking around the room to find something to distract him.

he doesn’t want to cum embarrassingly fast and he does NOT want to be seen as a bad fuck. out of the corner of his eye he spots a baby yoda squishmallow in the corner of the room, its sparkly eyes watching jake get his dick sucked for the first time.

it’s kind of weird but he finds comfort in the plushie and focuses on it to keep him from fucking exploding.

now you might be wondering how he got here. in a hot girl’s room getting what he swears is the best head in his life (not that he has anything to compare it to.) the answer is jay, his best friend in the entire world who he now owes his first born to.

“her name’s yn. just text her and ask when she wants to meet. i told her you were a virgin already so don’t worry about that,” jay explains as he’s scrolling through your profile showing jake what you look like.

silky, flowy hair, curves to die for. to say you’re gorgeous would be an understatement. the whole ordeal seemed too good to be true.

“she wants to fuck me? even after hearing i’m a virgin?” jake asks after grabbing his milk tea from the counter and walking towards a table.

jay simply nods and throws a look towards sunghoon, signaling him to explain the rest as they all take a seat. “yea that’s kind of her thing. she loves virgins. like, her body count consists of only virgins.”

jake was perplexed by the situation. surely he’d hear about a beautiful woman who only drops her panties for inexperienced guys roaming their campus.

heeseung then speaks up, as if reading jake’s mind, “she goes to the college in the next town over. around a 20 minute drive.” before continuing his sentence he shifts his eyes towards jay and sunghoon. eyeballs darting back and forth.

some unspoken dialogue is happening between the three as they sip their sweet drinks and jake just has to sit there and watch. minutes go by and jay clears his throat and sighs, finally breaking the silence.

“she uh, actually took all of our virginities back in high school. that’s how we know her.”

pause. the fuck? he knew his friends all have gotten their dicks wet for the same girl before but at the same time? jake couldn’t believe what he was hearing. i mean, he did only just meet them three years ago, whatever they were up to before then he can’t judge.

he supposes desperate times call for desperate measures, and jake is sure he would’ve ended up in the same situation soon if they weren’t handing you on a silver platter to him.

“so… you guys had a foursome for your first times??”

heeseung instantly chokes on his boba as jake’s arm receives a punch from jay. a faint giggle is heard from sunghoon, “this bitch is choking on some balls.”

ignoring heeseung’s dramatics jay clarifies, “no you idiot, she took all of our virginities separately. we weren’t as desperate as you were.”

“and like, that pussy is so heavenly. i’d be pissed having to share her with another guy at the same time.”

“roger that, brother.”

jake looks towards the two, sunghoon rubbing heeseung’s back trying to calm him down from his almost near death over some balls.

“care to elaborate?”

“man why do you think we’re all sex crazed freaks? her pussy’s got some voodoo magic in it or something. our manhood didn’t begin when we watched porn for the first time together, it started with her,” jay pauses and shifts in his seat, slight discomfort in his lower region.

he looks up and pinches his nose, “fuck i’m getting hard just thinking about it.” sneaking a peek at jay’s lower half, jake can see his friend chubbing it up in his pants. nothing he’s never seen before honestly.

but what he hadn't seen before was how his friends were reminiscing so hard on a hook up the way they were right now. and the fact that their origin story of discovering their high libidos is all because of you? he was scared shitless of what he was about to get himself into.

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fast forward to some exchanged texts between you guys, jake found himself in your room with his pants around his ankles getting the life sucked out of him.

he quickly discovered you were very straightforward and to the point, immediately sending him your apartment address and what time to show up.

jake couldn’t argue though, all this talk about how you were gonna “change his life” and shit got him real worked up. he appreciated the fact that you skipped the small talk and went straight for his dick.

upon arriving and stepping into your living space, your lips smashed onto his and he was pushed down onto the bed. no hi, no hello. just your lucious, full lips swapping spit with his.

his hands instinctively flew to your waist, his digits gripping your plush skin as you straddle him. jake felt so in his element in the moment. making out? this is where he excels. he could do this all day if he could.

but he was here on a mission and he’ll be damned if he leaves without fucking you. or you fucking him. he was honestly down for whatever. you could ask to peg him and he would say yes.

you can sense his impatience, his face twisting in pleasure trying to savor every moment while the cogs are turning in his head, awaiting your next move. every squeeze he gave signaled that he wanted to get things moving.

you make your way down his body, peppering kisses any and everywhere leaving his skin burning. jake couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

in less than a minute he was about to get his first blowjob ever. what does he do? where do his hands go? what if he chokes you? what if he passes out from the stimulation?

before he can think of anymore what to do’s and what if’s, your mouth is on his dick and jake is seeing stars, figuratively and literally. he takes note of the little ones taped to your ceiling and thinks it’s cute.

the pink walls and plushies surrounding the two of you is such a stark contrast to your personality, or what little jake knows of you. but hey, he likes a woman with some duality to her.

“you can put your hands in my hair.”

jake finally takes a look down at you. pupils blown out, lips a bit swollen from all the sucking. you looked so, so pretty like this. he can only imagine what you look like with his cock in you.

trembling hands grab at your hair, slightly pushing you further down and a gagging noise emerges from the back of your throat. oh shit. your nose is practically meeting his pelvic bone and you aren’t letting up.

fuck it, jake thinks to himself. he was done with being patient. he starts fucking up into your mouth relentlessly, chasing the orgasm he was delaying. and you just let him.

you’re merely a hole for him in this moment and you could care less. his dick may be average in size but the girthiness of it was so delicious, you couldn’t get enough.

to make sure he reaches his high, you reach for his balls and start playing with them. his erratic thrusts combined with you squeezing his genitals he twitches in your mouth and his cum is shooting out, pooling out the sides of your lips.

and you don’t stop there. you keep going and going and jake actually feels like he’s going to pass out. “okay, okay please please!” you swallow everything he gave you and finally let him go with a pop to come up for air.

you get up and see him lying there on your bed, unmoving. eyes closed and mouth agape barely taking breaths. one might think he’s dead but this was typical.

once a guy gets to cum in a girl’s mouth for the first time they don’t know what to do with themselves. nudging him with your knee he breaks out of his trance with a lopsided smile adorning his face. god he’s adorable.

before you can suggest a break he immediately grabs you by the hips and flips you onto your back. your shorts go flying onto the floor behind him and he spreads your legs wide to prop them onto his shoulders.

his tongue immediately attaches to your clit and he starts licking you all over. slurping and sucking, as if this was his last meal on earth. he was desperate to get you to cum the way you made him and it was showing.

jake’s eating you out a little too expertly to your liking, as if he’s done this a million times. you won’t judge if he has, you’re literally the last person to judge someone’s sexual history but how is he still a virgin if he eats pussy this good?

he must’ve been met with horrible women who just used him for his mouth and left him dry. you wouldn’t do that to him though, poor guy doesn’t deserve that.

he inserts two fingers into your hole while his mouth was still working your clit. jesus christ. you didn’t notice before but his fingers were so slender and long, reaching places your own didn’t. “am i doing okay? kind of my first time.”

oh? so this was his first time eating pussy. you simply give him a nod of approval, not being able to utter a word as he dives right back in.

in all of your sexual encounters, never has there been a guy so willing to return the favor. and the fact that you didn’t even have to ask? where the fuck did jay find a guy like this? was he aware his friend was a fucking certified munch?

determined to make sure you cum, jake inserts another finger and moves his fingers in an upward motion, trying to find your spot. at least that’s what wikihow told him how to do it.

the sound of your moans and the taste of your pussy on his tongue simply feel amazing and he feels like he could come alone like this. at this point you’re panting and riding his fingers and god it’s so hot. you’re so hot.

jake finds himself humping into the mattress, trying to aid his painful hard on he’s grown since going down on you.

his wrist begins to ache with how fast he’s pumping into you but he doesn’t give a fuck, he’ll do anything to see what you look like when you reach your high.

“oh god, i’m, i’m- ahhh!” you come undone onto his mouth and hand, lips forming an o shape with the most pornographic moan he’s ever heard and he silently releases his load along with you onto the bed.

jake makes sure every single drop of your delicious juices are all licked up, driving your oversensitivity.

“so? how was i?”

you take a look at his annoyingly cute face and he’s licking all over his fingers like a lollipop. cute. gaining some of your composure, your eyes spot a wet spot on your sheets.

“wait, did you…”

“oh. sorry about that. i couldn’t help it.” jake explains with a sheepish smile and a scratch behind his head. not only is this guy a munch but he came untouched while tongue fucking you. you weren’t even sure guys like him existed, like at all.

without speaking another word, you grab the back of his neck and smash your lips onto his. tasting yourself on him has you wet all over again and you both begin to undress each other.

you detach yourself to take your shirt off and he pauses to fully look at you, drinking in every inch of your body. hands grab at your boobs and he pinches a nipple, a small moan escaping your mouth.

your body was literally to die for, the pictures on your profile barely doing you justice. and to finally be able to feel all around your curves and give your boods and ass tight squeezes was a dream come true for jake.

(he may or may not have been jerking off to the few posts you have up, counting down the days of you guys finally meeting but you didn’t have to know that)

you also took a moment to admire his body. to say jake was sculpted like a fucking greek god was an understatement, sporting a six pack and biceps to die for. veins running all over his arms and hands.

deciding it’s finally time to do the deed, you switch positions and motion for him to lay on his back. “are you ready?”

“wait! what about a condom?”

“i’m clean and i know you are so…”

“right.”

you throw your legs over his waist, now straddling him with your vagina inches from his cock. “okay, take deep breaths. i’m gonna slowly go down alright?”

jake throws a thumbs up and eagerly nods. in a moment like this he doesn’t fail to be endearing. you could literally just eat him up with how cute he was. your pussy was about to anyway.

you lace your fingers with his and slowly lower yourself onto him. there’s some intimacy with your actions and jake finds comfort in your eyes, looking at him adoringly.

it was finally fucking happening and jake couldn’t believe it. he was about to become a man. and the fact that it was you taking his virginity, a gorgeous woman who doesn’t care that he’s inexperienced and lets him hit it raw. it's really all he can ask for.

once your walls are wrapped around his tip, jake’s a goner. the little sweet moment you two shared is thrown out the window and he starts bucking his hips up into you, hard and fast.

his hands find purchase on your hips and he’s gripping them so hard you're sure there will be bruises tomorrow. you wanted to start out slow as it is his first time but it seems his thrusting says otherwise.

you press your hands against his chest and begin to move rhythmically in sync with him. jake’s eyes immediately roll back and his breathing quickens.

his hands fall to his side and he lays lifeless beneath you, letting you take full control.

all he could do was stare at the spot where his dick entered you and it was making him even more hornier. he couldn’t tell where he ended and you began.

your wetness didn’t help anything either. the squelching sounds indicated that you were very much enjoying this as much as he was.

“fuck you feel so good baby,” jake moans. the pet name that slips past his lips and it doesn’t go unnoticed but you also don’t question it.

for some reason the simple word made your heart jump. guys always called things like babe or even whore when they really let loose.

those never got to your head, you know they couldn’t really control themselves in the moment and you let them have their fun.

but jake has been nothing but kind to you this whole time, like he knew you were doing him a service and not the other way around.

this only fueled your desire to ensure that his sure first time exceeded his expectations so upped your menstrations. you quickly changed your pace to grind forward, backwards, and in circles making sure his dick felt every inch of you.

jake’s mind was reeling, his breath caught in his throat. he feels as if his dick was about to fall off with the way you were moving.

your body leans forward and you begin to kiss at his neck, leaving hickeys everywhere. your hot breath near his ear sends him into overdrive, must be a sensitive spot of his he never knew he had, but also how could he have known?

his hands that were once gripping the sheets meet your ass and he starts to guide you up and down his cock. you both were about to reach your climaxes, your pussy clenching with every move.

“i’m- where? fuck! where do i cum?”

“inside. cum inside me please.”

inside?? his first time cumming from sex and you were gonna let him do it inside of you? jake swears you couldn’t be any more perfect than you are right now.

you knew you threw him for a loop and honestly yourself as well. pushing these thoughts towards the back of your head you start riding him aggressively, even faster than before. “fuck, jake i’m cumming!”

“me too baby oh my god!”

and there was that damn pet name again. it makes your heart leap out of your chest and sends you over the edge.

the knot in your stomach snaps and jake follows shortly after, his load shooting into you. it pools out of you and you don’t hesitate to swipe some up with a delicate finger and bring it to your mouth, mirroring his actions from earlier.

your eyes meet his fucked out ones and you smile down at him, admiring the masterpiece of lovebites you left all over him. his vision was a bit blurry but he catches the way your lips curled upward, flashing your pearly whites.

jake finds himself instantly becoming hard again, call him easy but when a pretty girl is smiling at him like that after fucking him, can you really blame him?

you move yourself off of him and jake was fully expecting you to kick him out now but instead you position yourself on all fours, your ass in the air inviting him in.

“fuck. you’re into anal?”

you turn your head sharply to look at him over your shoulder, raising an eyebrow to question what he just said. the look you give him says it all and jake takes the hint and positions himself behind you.

“can we try anal next time though?”

an exasperated sigh leaves your lips and you reach over to grab his dick, inserting him into you. “umph! okay sorry.”

upon entering your pussy, jake relishes in the feeling of it. being inside your heat again leaves him breathless for the nth time today.

in and out. in and out. he tries to match his breathing with his gradual strokes. his member is extra sensitive right now and he’s trying not to lose himself. the impatience he had earlier has now moved onto you so you decide to take matters into your own hands and start fucking back into him.

your ass is now meeting his hips and the sound of skin slapping echoes in your room along with your moans. jake’s body is flailing from the sudden impact but he grounds his hands around your waist and grips the shit out of you.

he notices bruises forming on your skin but he can’t for the life of him let go. oops. he’ll do his best to remember to apologize for them tomorrow.

when there’s a good pace between the two of you, you fling yourself upward, back meeting his chest and the new angle has him reaching spots he didn’t before.

you take one of his strong arms and place it around your neck, having him choke you as you ride him like there’s no tomorrow. jake’s brain begins to turn to mush and he feels like he’s even more turned on at the revelation of one of your kinks.

and at this point you’re fucking onto him so hard, so good, he didn’t want it to end. “shit. shit. i love your pussy so much baby.” jake whines into your ear, meaning every word he said.

is it crazy to say you love someone upon meeting them for the first time? well, their pussy. yea. maybe. but who gives a fuck.

he was a man possessed by you, by your pussy. in this moment he truly believed there was some voodoo magic going on down there and he was blessed to be experiencing it.

you clench at his words, and your heart flips once more, prompting you to draw him closer to you (if that was even remotely possible)

the closeness of your bodies creates another intimate moment shared, kisses stolen from one another, hands tangled in his hair.

“i’m close,” he whispers in your ear, his breath leaving tingles down your spine. the hushed whispers you exchange contrast the sporadic thrusting that’s happening.

determined to reach your second high of the day, you push jake onto his back and settle yourself onto your knees, continuing to bounce up and down on his cock.

“yea just like that baby, shit shit shit i’m cumming, i’m cumming!”

jake opens his eyes to watch the scene unfold before him and god was it something. your back arches as you take his cum in you once more and your screams fill his ears, signaling you orgasmed right after him.

this moment alone is better than porn itself, and jake savors every bit of it. there’s absolutely no way he can even bring himself to type “nsfw” in his twitter search bar ever again after this.

you hover yourself over him leaving just the tip inside before sliding right back down, pushing his seed back in while it gushes around his cock leaving jake wanting, no needing, a third round with you.

but to his dismay you roll yourself off of his body, landing on the mattress next to him.

“so… how do you feel?”

he releases a long exhale he didn’t know he was holding, “fantastic. 10/10 experience. would do it again.” you simply giggle at his response with a shake of your head, getting up to gather your clothes.

“wait! um, could we do this again?”

you playfully roll your eyes at him, leaving his question unanswered as you begin to dress yourself.

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sat in his computer chair, jake is finding it difficult to finish this stupid ethics assignment. how is he supposed to argue about the death penalty when you straight up almost murdered him with your pussy less than 2 hours ago?

he’s sure his professor wouldn’t appreciate if he wrote that he doesn’t give a fuck about someone serving their punishment if the culprit was you, but honestly speaking he’d let you get away with just about anything. you were an angel sent from above to him who could do no wrong.

the way your soft lips wrapped around his cock while your innocent (not) eyes bored into his soul. the way you licked and kissed every single inch of his body, leaving nothing left untouched. and god, the way you worked his dick? how was he supposed to move on from you??

you were an insatiable, sex-crazed goddess. a once in a lifetime experience he was so grateful to have.

his thoughts are interrupted by a loud knocking at his door. two seconds later, jay trails into jake’s room followed by dumb and dumber, all of them having a snug look on their faces.

they make themselves comfortable before they get right into the interrogation. jay leans against the desk, sunghoon sits in the bean bag situated in the corner, and heeseung sprawls himself across the bed.

“so virgin, how was it?”

“wasn’t i right about her pussy?”

“where did she make you cum?”

eyes rolling in the back of his head, jake takes a deep sigh before answering their questions. “one, i’m not a virgin anymore so stop calling me that. two, it was absolutely fucking amazing. literally would give up heaven for it. and three, she had me cum in her. twice.”

heeseung shoots up from his position, jaw dropped and eyes wide. “you came in her twice?!” the boys all share a bewildered expression on their faces, dramatic as always.

jake just shrugs at them, what? didn’t you usually let guys cum in you like the freak you were?

jay slaps his hands down on jake’s shoulders, aggressively turning the computer chair towards him. “jake. buddy. yn has two rules.”

sunghoon suddenly appears on jay’s left, “one. you can’t cum in her. you can cum anywhere BUT inside of her.”

heeseung follows and is now on jay’s right side, “and two. she doesn’t repeat fuck.”

immediately following this revelation there’s silence. complete and utter silence. the gazes they hold are intense and uninviting. as if they truly couldn’t believe you let their best friend who’s never felt the touch of a woman break one of your rules.

their eyes say it all, they love jake to death and are happy for him, like seriously happy and relieved he’s finally entered manhood. but really? none of them got to do what he did? what was so special about him?

you don’t even know the answer to those questions yourself. maybe it was the puppy eyes or his whiny moans that made you feel like you had him in the palm of your hands.

his eagerness to pleasure you but to also receive reminded you of the sole purpose of why you only go for virgins. they made you feel wanted while also letting you be in charge. call it selfishness but why can’t a girl have the best of both worlds?

and you’d never admit it, but jake was one of the best fucks you’ve had in a while. he never tried to be someone he wasn’t, just authentically himself. a pitiful, pitiful virgin. and he was proud of it.

it was refreshing to fuck someone who didn’t have some sort of ego right after you were done with them. immediately bragging to everyone what you two did and acting like they could pull any girl as if you weren’t doing charity work for most of them.

with all of this in mind, of course you let him cum in you. he was doing so well for you, how could you not reward him? had to let him do it twice to drive it home.

and seriously, what kind of guy gives you a tender, sweet goodbye kiss and thanks you for defiling him? you didn’t regret your decisions with him but they were definitely scaring you.

never have you ever been this intimate with a guy, but jake was different. you felt it. and what you did next didn’t scare you as much as your recent choices with him.

*ping!*

the staredown between jake and his friends comes to a halt and he digs his phone out of his pocket to check it. sliding up, he sees the message appear on his screen:

you: are you free tomorrow?

he glances at his friends’ expectant eyes and throws them a smirk. looks like he gets to break that second rule of yours.

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pairing: max verstappen x wife!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, established/secret relationship

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summary: in which you and your husband like to keep things on the low so much so that none of his fans know about the family you have together

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there is always going to be rumours ahout my relationship considering we keep things to ourselves, neither of us find it necessary to comment on them very often. *laughs* i've never heard anyone say i'm hiding y/n, no. we have always been private but never ever a secret and that's how it will remain for the most part

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bi-writes · 11 months ago

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Can't stop thinking about pregnant!reader constantly snapping at simon and being tired and him just being so understanding and everyone that sees them just don't get it? Because how is the Lieutenant that snaps at whoever being this soft🫡🫡

you've been bringing your own lunch to work because you hate the meals the mess hall makes. it makes your pregnant belly absolutely angry, and simon's held your hair up enough times to know that if he doesn't pack you something to eat before you go, it'll be hell on earth.

the rec room door slams open. everyone jumps, startled in their seats, and simon just stares, leaning against the wall by the open window as he puffs on a cigarette.

his eyes focus on you just as you angrily waddle your way over. he doesn't even flinch when you smack the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping on it with your boot as you glare up at him. all he does is smirk a little, reaching down and thumbing at your jaw.

"'ello, beautiful," he murmurs, his dark eyes roaming over your face. you let him touch for just a moment before you hit his hand off.

"don't try and butter me up," you snap, narrowing your eyes more. "you forgot...you forgot!"

he sighs, licking over his bottom lip.

"never seen anythin' prettier than ya," he whispers. he wants to shove down your pants and fuck your sopping cunt (he knows you're wet, you always are now), but instead he just lets out a soft breath and takes in how pretty you really are. just gorgeous--those big, pouty lips, all glossy and wet. those eyes--what drew him to you in the first place, that gaze that could stop a thousand bullets.

"you forgot my lunch, simon," you cry, and he cups your face, shaking his head. "i hate you. you're a sorry bastard! what's wrong with you?!"

he leans down and pecks your lips through the mask, and johnny, who's been slack-jawed and caught off-guard since you came into the room, turns to look at gaz--who's equally as confused.

"didn't forget, swee'eart," simon murmurs. "got y'some take-away. thought y'might fancy somethin' else."

your angry expression fades just a little, and you smooth both hands over your bump.

"you...you did?" you sniffle, and simon chuckles, nodding.

"y'r just tired, luv...aren't ya?"

you nod, closing your eyes. he soaks up your tears with the thumbs of his gloved hands.

"y'r feet oll swollen..." he kisses your jaw through the mask, and your eyes flutter a little. "c'mon, bubs. let's get ya off y'r feet, aye? get ya some food?"

you let him coax your face into his chest, and you settle there, taking a deep breath.

"you need to stop smoking," you whisper as you get a whiff of the scent on his clothes. "if i catch you again, i'll kill you."

"olright, luv," he agrees absentmindedly, turning you around to guide you out of the room. your food is in his room since he doesn't trust his sergeants not to pick at it if he left it in the shared fridge. "woteva ya say."

when you both close the door behind you, johnny blinks.

"i think i just saw a ghost, a real one..." he murmurs. "i must've just seen a ghost, gaz, have i gone mad? or did i just see our lieutenant with a lass? and did she just call 'im a bastard?"

"no," gaz turns back to their card game, dealing out another hand. "no, we didn't see anythin', soap."

"huh?"

"we didn't...see...anything."

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon thoughts

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sparklystarrrr · 25 days ago

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I know you just did my request…BUT

JUST IMAGINE RIDDLE X KING OF HEARTS! READER🤩

Just imagine that they met as kid as a arrange marriage by their parents AND THEY JUST INSTANTLY FELL IN LOVE

when child Riddle was upset about his mom’s rule HERE COME READER TO THE RESCUE CHEERING HIM UP!🥹🥹🥹

And when riddle was in college, king of hearts! Reader send him letters about their day and how much they miss Riddle😭😭

OH and I like to imagine that Riddle kept his marriage a secret ( which was fine with reader)

SO JUST IMAGINE THE SHOCK FACE OF HEARTSLABYUL STUDENT WHEN READER (who was invited to a unbirthday party) RUNS UP TO RIDDLE AND STARTS KISSING HIM AND SAYING “oh my love! How I missed you!” 😭😭😭

Am so sorry about me rambling😅😅

But here is Their relationship in a nutshell:

AGHHHH IM LOVING THE RIDDLE REQUESTS ALSO THIS IS ADORABLEEEE AGHHHHH

Queen of My Heart

Synopsis: Riddle’s beautiful, bubbly and cute secret becomes revealed to Heartslabyul…

Contains: Riddle R. x Fem! King of Hearts! Reader, just pure fluffiness, goes off the Heartslabyul manga, use of petnamed: my love, my rose, dear, Riddle's lowkey down bad

The warm sun beat down vibrant rays of sunlight that made the fresh red paint of the rose bushes glisten and glitter. The small butterflies fluttered overhead in a dance of fleeting happiness while the students of Heartslabyul worked endlessly on their Unbirthday Party that was to happen in a few hours. Riddle made his way around the dorm, checking up on his students and getting in on the planning when he felt he needed to, even participating in making cakes (while threatening Trey not to trick him into adding a mysterious ingredient). There was much joy spread around the whole field. Everywhere you looked someone was smiling and having fun.

Riddle tried to have as much fun as he could, but he felt like something was missing. He was missing you. He’d sent out a letter to your home weeks ago saying that he would plan a special party for your once in a lifetime arrival at NRC, and that he did. The party set up was a success and your fiancé had a feeling his dorm members wouldn’t disappoint. They didn’t even know you were coming. Although, with Riddle’s tense shoulders and his grasping need for perfectionism more than usual, they had a feeling something interesting would happen. “Man, Rid-rid seems off today, doesn’t he Trey?” Cater sighed while painting his share of the roses.

“Yeah, I don’t even know what it could be…”Trey pondered, his paintbrush thick with red glossy paint mindlessly stroking the white roses. "Does the guy have a girl who's coming or somethin'? Doubt it!" Deuce giggled as Ace retorted,”You think the dude gets girls? You must’a been dropped on your head at birth Juice…” Trey and Cater sighed as Adeuce bickered to each other.

"Y'know I remember he was always around this one girl when we were kids. They seemed even closer to each other than me and Chenya were to him. Maybe it's her?" Trey spoke aloud to himself. "That guy had friends? Let alone a girl friend? That guy's wayyy ahead of me in the dating scene..." Cater sulked. The green haired boy laughed at him and continued his painting,"I doubt they were dating." Cater laughed to himself, "Imagine if they were though? Hah! That would be tots funny!"

As if on que, Riddle showed up behind the two third year boys. "Trey, Cater. Please get the King's Chair and place it besides mine. Thank you." When the two boys turned around at the sound of his rather monotonous voice, they saw his cheeks a light pink and the tips of his ears a scarily bright red. Trey and Cater looked at each other with a small smirk, then back at Riddle. "Yes, Housewarden."

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Riddle stood idle behind the heart shaped doors of Heartslabyul, awaiting his debut and the arrival of his fiancé. His hands shook slightly while he played with the hem of his suit jacket. There was a sudden crunching of grass behind him, slowly picking up speed as it approached him. "RIDDLE! Oh my love how I've missed you!" A (h/c) haired girl suddenly swung her arms around his neck, sprinkling little kisses onto his cheek and jawline. The boy's face suddenly turned a rosy pink."(y-(y/n)!" He stammered at her body suddenly hitting his.

"I got all of your letters. I was SO excited to come to this Unbirthday party of yours! What do you think of my dress?~" (y/n) did a small twirl, showing off the frilly red dress and rose embellishments. His face softened and a smile formed on his lips."It looks lovely on you, dear," He spoke "The party commences in a couple of minutes, would you care to walk down with me?"

His hand enveloped hers warmly and her eyes glittered."Really?! Of course!!" She smiled as she hopped into his arms. His hands softly circled around her pulling her in as she pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

The erupting sound of trumpets filled the air and diverged their attention from each other. Riddle extended his hand once again, and (y/n) put her hand in his happily. There was a sudden crowd of chanting coming from outside the door,"All hail our leader... The Rose-Red Ruler!" Trey and Cater stood at the doors. Their eyes widened at the sight of THE Riddle Rosehearts holding his soon to be wife's hand. Of course, they had no idea they had been engaged, less that they were even together. (y/n) simply waved at them with a kind smile before walking out with Riddle hand in hand.

"His grace, his excellency: Dorm Leader Riddle!" The two made their presence known as they walked out. Suddenly the crowd of students voices wavered slightly. Some looked around in confusion while some had pink cheeks and whispered things to their friends. "H-hurray, Dorm Leader Riddle...?"

The red haired boy and the (h/c) haired girl looked at each other with wide eyes, then laughed loudly at the reaction of his dorm members. "Haha! Love, they really did not expect this, did they?" (y/n) cackled as she clutched onto her stomach like this was a big inside joke. Riddle chuckled beside her, covering his mouth with his hand,"They truly didn't, my rose." He composed himself with a soft smile and continued walking to his designated chair at his grand table.

The short boy pulled out the much smaller King's Chair for his beautiful fiancé. Once seated, the two admired the bright scenery as if this was completely normal to the rest of the students. "Ah yes, the roses are bathed in red, the tables are bedecked in white," He turned to (y/n),"A completely flawless Unbirthday party, don't you think, my rose?"

"Oh my love, you know anything you present to me will be of utmost perfection in my eyes!~" She squealed happily. Trey and Cater ran up to the two and sat down in their own seats at the table. "Hey Rid-rid, we didn't know you had a #wifey, who would'a thunk?" Cater spoke in his normal cheery tone. "Yeah Riddle, you didn't even tell me about her. I assume we're way overdue for an introduction." Trey smiled.

"JUICE HOLY SEVENS YOU WERE RIGHT!-" "DUDE WHAT-" Ace and Deuce shouted as they knocked into one another from shock."Boys, would you please behave for once in your lives?" Riddle sighed while (y/n) giggled next to him. "Well, I assume since you're all close with Riddle it would be best to introduce myself! I'm (y/n) (l/n)- or well, (y/n) Rosehearts soon!" She said while holding Riddle's hand upon the table. There was an absolute ROCK on her finger, they all started at it's glittering shine with wide eyes. It was a medium sized clear diamond with petite rubies on the band. A dainty gold band, nonetheless.

The four boys at the table nearly choked on their tea. "Wait... so that means..." Deuce aimlessly tried connecting the dots in his head. "We are engaged, yes. Set to be wedded once I graduate." Riddle spoke with a confident smile. "Don't worry, you're all invited!" (y/n) smiled.

"How, out of anyone here, did RIDDLE get locked into a relationship before anyone here..." Ace sulked. "How did you get away without telling me about this though? Usually you come to me for everything." Trey questioned with a small laugh. "Well we'd been arranged to marry since birth. She's been here all my life, I'm surprised you didn't notice Trey?" The red haired boy replied.

"She's totes a cutie Rid-rid! We should take a pic (n/n), Magicam will love you!" Cater yelped happily "Of course-- get over here!" Cater wrapped an arm around (y/n) and squished into her while making a cute face; (y/n) following suit, before quickly flashing the camera. "Perf! You're so photogenic girl. Let me tag ya!" Once he got her Magicam user, he jumped back into his seat and muttered a bunch of random hashtags like "#mrs.rosehearts" and "#red-tyrants-queen"

Once getting situated back into her plush seat, Riddle turned to (y/n) with a calm smile and eyes filled with adoration,"How have you been enjoying yourself, dear?" (y/n) smiled brightly,"How come you haven't invited me to Heartslabyul more often? If you must know, this is the most fun i've had in a longgg time. The Queendom of Roses gets lonely without you, you know?"

He took her hand in his and brushed her knuckled softly through his glove. "Well then I shall continue to make arrangements for you to come over here more often." He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles, her eyes crinkled as she blushed a light pink and her smile grew."I would love that dear."

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst fanfic

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what are their true feelings?.ೃ࿐

PAC reading

hi my babes! it's crazy the love my first reading received, i'm so happy to know the messages resonated ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈.

someone requested this pac reading, and i liked it because the uncertainty of not knowing how someone feels about you is fucking horrible (been there). so keep reading if you'd like to know what are their true feelings? ༊*·˚

how to choose a group:

take a deep breath and relax your body, look at all the pictures and pick the one you are the most drawn to, don't think about it to much. you might be attracted to the picture or the number. REMEMBER this is a general reading, take what resonates and leave what doesn't. nothing is set in stone. if you are not drawn to any of the pictures this might not be the reading for you loves. tarot is a divination tool to meant for guidance!! nothing is set in stone and you are the master of your own fate and the captain of your own soulㅤ ♡ྀི

that said, let's get into it!

- group 1: polka dot tights 🤍

hi my beautiful group 1, let's start.

at first i was extremely confused reading your cards but all of the sudden a wave of messages came in. i feel this is how you're feeling, confused (well you wouldn't be here if you weren't lol). i'm always direct when giving messages and this case is no different. babes i feel you're dealing with a person from your past, someone you already have history with and once felt like home to you, things have changed a lot. you either broke up some time ago but still keep in touch or that person is still your partner. well, this is a classic story, you both are growing and your new selves don't quite fit anymore.

there are two energies in the reading so pick the one that resonates

if this is your actual partner my group 1, i see you making great efforts to keep the relationship alive, you're a romantic, very down to earth and devoted person. the "problem" here seems to be your person, they are not who they once were. from what i'm getting i feel your person has become very independent as if they were single. keeping things to themselves, not sharing time with you, acting cold... really what im getting is that they want to focus more on their personal goals and dreams, they want to be free (?). you put the efforts to keep the fire alive, and that says beautiful things about you but... the truth is people grow apart, and it has nothing to do with you, it happens. spirit is telling me it's time to let this person go for good, both of you served your purpose within the relationship and a new chapter is ahead 🤍 they are also telling me that a conversation is VERY much needed to put an end to this cycle, a truthful, vulnerable conversation. i just heard: don't fall back into old patterns again. babes don't be like carrie in this situation pls.

spirit wants me to say that this is no one's fault, the love was there, and will be just in a different form. it's like losing contact with an old friend, you will always love them and cherish them but not in the same way. for this collective of group 1 i sense both of you are great people, it's just that you guys have different visions for you futures. have grace with yourself and remember my loves that it's not a loss, but the gain of a beautiful experience and memories.

lastly spirit says to leave your worries to them and to cherish yourself and this new chapter in your life babes. with love, Nina 🦢⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

if this is an ex or a situationship (god i hate that term) im gonna be straight forward with you babes. your person does not feel anything romantic towards you, you're confusing lust and a bit of attention for love. i feel that since you have history with this person you believe things could work out this time but im here to tell you that no (im sorry if im too harsh, i think you need it <3).

the "problem" seems to be that you my pile 1 have this subconscious belief which tells you that familiar is good even if it hurts mix with a need for validation (gosh i sound so harsh im sorry 😭). your person literally couldn't give less of a fuck, they are the definition of a fuckboy. girl please get out, let me put it to you this way. would you like your daughter to be in your situation? no right? well then FUCK YOUR PERSON. really babe, stand up you don't wanna be the "long-term long distance low commitment casual girlfriend" 🙏🏼 your person will not choose you and its not because of you, they are not serious when it comes to relationships.

he is already getting you without having to choose you, clock that.

spirit says you have no idea how much your life will improve in EVERY ASPECT once you let that person go and understand that the only validation and acceptance you need is from yourself diva. STAND UP BABE. i'm sending you lots of love and strength to leave that dusty and i apologize if at some point it got too straight forward.

with love, Nina 🦢⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

- group two: kitten heels 🩰

my group two omg when i tell you its not even funny the way im giggling while channeling the messages... gosh im so excited for you! <3

okey so, your person has feelings for you. gosh so many messages are coming through and i can't write that fast. this person likes you A LOT, he has the biggest crush on you, it's a love so sweet and tender... your person has been through hell in past relationships and that has caused them to reject love for some time, what spirit is saying is that meeting you was really cathartic for them because the feelings were so strong they had to find a way to heal to be with you.

babes be patient with them pls i'm being so serious, they are fighting their own demons and fears to find the courage to trust someone again 🤍 they are so shy about you it's so funny lol cause i'm feeling normally they're not like that. they see you as someone so kind and patient, extremely caring and beautiful physically. i'm seeing this image of you being in your world and them admiring you from afar wow. the cards and spirit support this connection 100%, what they are asking you to do is to help your person a little bit!! try to break the ice by being playful and they say it's important not to rush and get to know each other. but i assure you this is absolutely lovely energy 🌹

spirit is saying it will be sooner than expected and to be honest and thoughtful with your person, i sense they are a very strong and romantic person but when it comes to love they are hopeless. it's so sweet that they are literally forcing themselves to face their demons in order to be with you, that's how much they want you 🤍 also be prepared to go on date i heard!!

congratulations pile two you deserve this kind of love and i'm so so so excited to hear how this unfolds for you!! there's not much to say, with love Nina ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🦢

- group three: brown cardigan

hi group number three hope you're having a great day, let's get into your reading! <3

babes did you friendzone this person? lol. it's funny because i see your person hiperfixated on you but they think their feelings are not reciprocated by you? i don't know how you feel about them but since you're reading this i'm assuming you care for them at least.

im seeing your person being in their own a lot, for some reason they are going through WAITT OH. okey there are two collectives here. some of you friendzone your person or that's at least that's how they feel. and for others your person it's fighting the urge to confess how they feel towards you, because they truly appreciate your friendship. take it as it resonates!

group number 3 i'm feeling a push and pull dynamic between the both of you, i'm here to give you clarity so if you like this person spirit is saying to let yourself feel these emotions, it's safe to like someone and specifically your person!! they literally feel the same as you really, it's like those movies where the love interests are COMPLETELY blind and it's infuriating to watch 😫. you both are so awkward it's hilarious and cute. the advice here is to be open minded, i feel you're doubting this person because you have a wrong perception of them, get to know them more and make an effort!!!

i can not stress that enough, it's showing multiple times in your reading. this is someone compatible for you and the attraction is there. i can't quite pinpoint what is exactly making you both doubtful, maybe other people??

bottom line is that they like you as well and they are planning to take action towards you but you need to do that as well babes. for the ones who friendzone them (lmao) spirit says they also wanna come towards you but you crushed their hopes and now they think there's 0 chances. you have to make an effort group number three. the ball is in your court!! if what you wanted is confirmation that they are your person you have it, spirit says it will be successful but you need to OPEN UP GIRL, don't be afraid to love, you got this diva.

that's all for your reading my love, i send you lots of love and strength, Nina 🦢⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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kxsagi · 27 days ago

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Hii!! Im here to request something if that’s alright! First of all, I need to say I love your work, it genuinely has me kicking my feet in bed till midnight sometimes!!

If it’s okay, I’d like to request something with the BLLK character (Shidou, Ness, Kaiser and anyone else you think) with a super feminine, girly and pink girlfriend, who just snores loudly when she sleeps?

Hope your well!! XOXO❤️

“𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩”

a/n: thank you so much lovey!! i'm well and hope you are too! ❤️

duality is the hottest personality trait imo so this request idea is gold

(don't know art credits so sorry)

ft. shidou ryusei, ness alexis, kaiser michael, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, itoshi sae

shidou ryusei

thinks it’s hot. like genuinely. the snoring? music to his ears.

when he first hears it, he starts laughing so hard he wakes you up.

“no, no, don’t stop, babe, go back to sleep. i was vibing.”

totally makes a stupid beat out of your snores and plays it for the team. it actually slaps.

calls you “princess piggy” affectionately.

buys you pink satin sleep masks and pink skull-print blankets. the duality.

ness alexis

nearly cried the first night.

he genuinely thought you were choking? he was so worried omg.

now he brings earplugs and still cuddles you like a human teddy bear.

if anyone says anything about your snoring he’s like “it’s not that loud 🙄” (it is, it’s seismic).

calls you “sleeping beauty” and tucks your hair behind your ear like he’s in a kdrama.

insists on pink everything in your shared space. pink slippers? matching. pink toothbrush? bought two.

kaiser michael

smirks when he first hears it.

“so that’s the sound of true love, huh?”

secretly records it once to tease you but ends up setting it as his alarm because “it’s motivating.”

loves that you’re all dolled up in pink during the day and a little goblin at night. if that isn’t balance, what is?

he calls you “snuggle siren” like it’s a title of honor.

custom-orders pink silk pajamas with his number on them for you. “gotta rep your man in your sleep.”

nagi seishiro

doesn’t even notice.

he sleeps through it.

when someone brings it up he’s just like, “eh? she snores? that’s kinda cute.”

if anything, your snoring helps him fall asleep faster. “white noise, but better.”

likes napping on your lap while you play games with your pink claw clips in his hair.

sometimes snores back in harmony. it’s a duet.

itoshi rin

immediately shot up in bed the first time like what the hell was that.

“is there a demon in this room? oh. it’s just you.”

took a while to get used to it but now he just shoves a pillow over his head and accepts fate.

buys noise-canceling headphones but still insists on cuddling.

if anyone talks bad about your snoring, he’ll glare and say “she’s perfect.”

lets you paint his nails pink once. regrets it instantly but lowkey loves the way your eyes sparkle.

isagi yoichi

was so startled he thought it was an earthquake.

but he gets used to it fast and actually finds it endearing.

“you’re the cutest girl in the world, even if you sound like a truck.”

he tucks you in so gently every night like he’s prepping you for battle.

brags about how pink and adorable you are but would throw hands if someone mocked your snoring.

insists on couple items: pink jerseys, pink keychains, and matching pink water bottles (preferably stanleys).

itoshi sae

lifts his head the first night like are you serious right now.

side-eyes your sleeping form for a full minute.

next day: “you snore.” no further comments.

but he lets you sleep on his chest anyway and eventually finds the noise weirdly comforting.

buys you expensive pink loungewear like it’s nothing. “you like this color, right?”

kisses your forehead before bed and says “don’t shake the walls tonight.” you never listen.

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afro-hispwriter · 10 months ago

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Interview Shenanigans(TGC)

Tom Glynn-Carney x actress!reader

Request

Warnings- not edited, brief titty grabbing

wc-1.2k

Staff members were running around making sure lighting, sound, and cameras were ready. The interviewer was standing off to the side, waiting for their queue.

Your makeup artist did some more touch ups and the show's publicist gave another talk.

“You’re so far.” Tom put his hand under your chair and dragged it so your chairs touched. The sudden movement made you grab his shoulder so you didn’t fall.

“Do you not get enough of me at home?” You whisper.

“I never can.” He flashed you a smile and squeezed your knee. You scrunched your nose at him and kissed his cheek.

It was so hard for you two to keep your relationship away from the public. Especially since Tom is extremely touchy.

“Everyone take their places.” The producer calls out and everyone takes their seats. The interviewer walked into the small space and shook you and Tom's hand. The producer then started counting down from five.

“Alright guys, we're going to jump right into it. I know you have had a long day so I have some fun questions and some would you rather.”

“I'm excited.”

“Fun.”

“You guys have been working together for a couple years now. What's the best thing about each other?” They ask and you and Tom look at each other.

“Ooo that's such a sweet question.” You smile brightly and look at Tom. “Why don’t you go first?” You look at him with squinted eyes and he gives you the same look.

“Fine. I think the best thing about Y/n is how kind she is, she is very resilient and always tries to see the bright side of things and she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

“Awww.” You cooed and smiled. “You’re so sweet.”

“And she is a good cook.” You doubled over slightly and laughed.

“I know you love it.” You leaned back against your chair and Tom looked at you lovingly and you sighed.

“Tom, he um.” You start and pause to think.

“Oh whatever should you say since there is so much to choose from.” He says over exaggerating his words making you laugh.

“Tom, he makes sure that I am seen and even if he has nothing to say he still listens, always. I believe we all need someone like that and I am glad I found him.” You grab Tom's knee and squeeze it.

“Do you fancy me or something?” He says jokingly, making you laugh again and so does the interviewer.

“He’s just such a good guy and I hope this isn’t the last time we share a screen together.” Tom nodded and lifted his fist up and you gave him a fist bump.

“That is so sweet, I can feel your chemistry right now.” It was very cheesy for them to say but it made Tom's cheeks burn red and your face warmed. “Now to some would you rather questions. Would you rather go get a pint with Daemon, Joffrey, or Aemond?”

“Aemond.” You immediately say and Tom’s head immediately shoots to you.

“Why?” You smirk at him.

“You know why.” He playfully rolled his eyes and leaned back.

“I would go with Joffrey.” Your eyes widened in shock.

“And you questioned mine!?”

“W-Why?” The interviewer asks and Tom goes to answer but stops making you laugh.

“You don’t have to say anything.” You whisper to him

“Well with Joffrey people would leave the pub and it would be quiet.”

“Yeah but I think with Joffery, three pints in and it can get a bit.” The interviewer grimaced.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be near him.” You leaned slightly into Tom.

“I reckon I can take him though.” Tom says.

“Tom vs Joffrey?”

“Yeah I’ll just choke him out.” Tom makes the choking motion with his arm and then he dropped them.

“I'd pay to see that.” You say and Tom laughs and his arm makes its way around your chair.

“Who would you rather have as your Ride or Die? Jon Snow, Khalessi, or Daemon.”

“Khalessi.” You say immediately again. “Everyone is gone when she is an option.”

“Your obsession with her is concerning.”

“You can’t blame me.”

“She is very loyal so I understand.” The interviewer says.

“Im sorry whats a ride or die?” Tom asks, looking between you and the interviewer.

“It's like me and you.” You say and he still looked at you in confusion. “Like I will do anything for you and you’ll do anything for me no matter what.” You grabbed his knee and you nodded.

“What were the options?” Tom chuckles.

“Jon Snow, Khalessi, or Daemon.”

“Oh probably Khalessi then, you know she’s got all the dragons.”

“Ugh you are so predictable.” You rolled your eyes and he shrugged.

“I love whatever you love.” He poked your side and made you twist.

“You’re so cheesy.” You rolled your eyes playfully and looked back at the interviewer.

“Would you rather rule the seven kingdoms of Westeros or be a minister of magic in the wizarding world?”

“Oooo.” Tom lets out.

“Minister of Magic.” You say and Tom nods.

“Likewise.”

“I feel like I would have a higher chance of surviving if I was in that universe.” You say and Toms fingers dipped into the material of your open backed outfit.

“Well it's still not an easy gig is it?”

“But compared to westeros…”

“True. There are still a lot of eyes on you.” Then Tom says the stupidest thing. “Wingardium Tapioca or whatever it is.” Your jaw slacked in shock and then your face palmed. Tom looked embarrassed and slapped his legs and started laughing loudly.

“Oh my gosh Tom.” He grabbed his cup of water and took a sip.

“I'm going to go cry in the shower after this.”

“Next time we hang out we’re watching all the Harry Potter movies because that was really bad. It's Wingardium Leviosa.”

“Nerd.” Tom says under his breath in a teasing manner and you squint your eyes.

“Watch yourself sir.” You bumped him with your arm.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Unfortunately that's all the time we have left.” You and Tom groaned but you secretly knew you were happy it was over. You both held your hand out to the interviewer and Tom's assistant came up.

“The car is outside to take you back to the hotel.” You thanked them and Tom held his hand out for you to grab. Your fingers entwined together and you swung them back and forth to the car.

The hotel room was a welcome sight. Tom threw his hat on the floor and kicked his shoes off.

“They’ll come by and get these clothes tomorrow most likely.” You say taking off your bottoms, leaving you in your underwear and top. That came off too and so did your bra. Tom stole a look and he smirked and let you put a shirt on. You flopped down on the bed and settled under the covers. Tom was down to his boxers and he settled in behind you.

“I love you.” He says and kisses the back of your ear and wraps an arm around your waist.

“I love you too.” You twist your head back and pucker your lips. Tom’s lips met yours and he squeezed you. His hand dipped under the shirt and his gingers instantly grabbed a breast and he squeezed. The noise you made was a mix of shock and a moan.

“Tom!” You pinched his arm and he drew his hand back and pouted. “Perv.”

“You love it.” He gave your cheek a big wet kiss, making you grimace and wipe it off.

“Order us some food.”

‘Hmph’

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missdynamighttt · 3 months ago

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This is not a request or anything like that, I just wanted to know which MHA guys would be willing to have a threesome, as canon and as less OOC as possible in your opinion!

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ FINALLY FINALLY OH MY GOD IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS, THANK YOU SO MUCH NONNIE. THE REQUESTS I GET ARE NICE BUT THEY ARE KINDA OOC AND PURE ON HARDCORE PORN IM NOT SURE IM USED TO YET.

NO TO THREESOME:

katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, tenya iida

honestly? i get these requests but i dont believe they'd be into that or want to do it. its a nice thought but its more that they just want you all to themselves.

they dont believe in sharing. plus, with the lack of intimacy they grew up with, it took AWHILE before yall have mindblowing sex. they won't let another person see how beautiful you look, when its supposed to be all for him.

its more of an ego thing for katsuki. even if you wanted to, his pride couldn't take it. besides, he can take care of you all by himself. he doesn't need another dick, or even a dildo to have you screaming and crying out in pleasure. and if it was a girl, he'd probably just ignore her anyway.

"sure as hell ain't sharin' you, sugar, thats for sure. tch, c'mere, gimme a kiss. i'll show you why my dick's all you need. gonna fuck these stupid ideas outta that pretty little head of yours."

meanwhile, shoto and iida is just reluctant. like i mentioned, it took you awhile in the relationship before hes fucking you so good. it also just feels weird when another person sees him like that, when its only all for you to see.

"my love... as... exciting, as the idea is, i don't think i like it. is that okay? i'm sorry. i'll make it up to you. now spread these legs for me, c'mon. i'll eat you out real good, i promise."

WILLING TO TRY:

sero hanta, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku

they wouldn't say outright no but not outright yes either. they're reluctant because another person would see you all vulnerable like that but the idea of bringing you more pleasure gets his dick really hard.

"it.. depends who its with, mi amor. i dont like it but i don't hate it. let's make a list, yeah? narrow it down and shit and we'll see." (y'all end up picking denki.)

"that's.. not what i was expecting. don't get me wrong, i don't hate it. its hot but its a little weird, y'know what i mean? okay, good. who to ask? bakugo would kill me... mina? she would too. but i'll ask." (she said hell yeah)

"oh! um... sure, why not? i'm not sure who we could ask, though.. maybe kacchan? oh! or, uraraka-san maybe. i'll call him and you call her." (both of them said yes but y'all decided on katsuki. you got drunk on both of their dicks real good.)

YES TO THREESOME:

denki kaminari

i think y'all know why he says yes. this man is kinky as shit, no denying that. he's a pervert but he's not a maniac like mineta. the image of you all fucked out taking on 2 cocks or kissing another woman while you're bouncing on his cock and he's eating her out.. its hot.

the challenging thing here was finding someone who was willing to have a threesome with him though. the person who ended up saying yes was sero. i imagine using both of their quirks to real good use, like bondage or shocking your needy clit.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. yeah? you like getting fucked by that, don't cha? c'mon baby, fuck his cock like you mean it, c'mon."

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

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lovableapocalypse · 1 year ago

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birds of a feather

benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

wc- 900ish

warnings- none, i think!

a/n- season three fueled this lolol. i love benedict he's the best bridgerton and i stand by that. anywayyy here's a cute short fic. i hope you guys like. love u all. send any request you want! i need to start writing again. (also this is the first fic ive written/published in like 7 months so sorry if im rusty lolol.) also title inspired by billie's new song. ok bye love u.

Benedict was uncomfortable. He was trying his best to avoid the bustling mamas and crowded dance floor, but seemed to be swept in the middle of it all. He sought comfort in the refreshments table but even there his luck was thin.

Tired of making horribly awkward eye contact with debutantes and failing to find any more of his siblings to hide behind, he shifted quickly out of the ball and into the quiet anteroom. Glancing over his shoulder and turning a corner, he bumped into a figure with an “Oomph.”

He recovered and caught the mysterious figure before they fell.

“My apologies.” He spoke, helping who he now recognized to be a lady stand upright.

You turned to face him more fully, caught off guard. “That’s alright.” You were partly breathless from the unexpected run in.

It was just the two of you in the secluded room. “Hiding as well, I presume?” You spoke.

Benedict laughed, “Yes.”

You smiled in return. “It’s refreshing to know someone shares a similar distaste for these things at times.”

“Very much so.” He sighed and raised his brows, his hands finding his hips.

You went to speak again, but heard heavy footsteps approaching from the crowded party. You looked to Benedict who seemed to read your mind, quickly grabbing your arm and shoving you two around the corner, flush against the wall. His hand stayed attached to your arm as you panted and tried your best to stay unnoticed.

The footsteps faded and you glanced sideways at the Bridgerton as they did. Holding in your amusement was difficult and when you were sure it was safe to, you let out a laugh. Benedict, despite becoming somewhat flustered in your hasty escape, joined in your laughter.

You sighed and rolled your head to glance at the man again. His smile was contagious and you were happy to have a moment alone with him. Even if it was improper in society’s eyes.

Sighing you spoke, “I should probably return soon. Before my absence becomes anymore obvious.”

“Is your attendance of great importance?” Benedict questioned.

“Partly.”

“I see.”

You smirked as he took in your appearance. “If you find your way back, I’d be happy to keep you company. Maybe everyone will keep their distance if we seem engaged thoroughly with one another.”

You watched his face as he contemplated your offer. He nodded slightly, agreeing.

Only then did you realize he was still holding onto your arm. He glanced down as well, gently releasing you from his grasp. You peeled yourself off the wall and made your way back to the ball, but not before looking back once more and meeting his eyes.

You felt your face flush as you reentered the extravagant event. It was nice to have shared a moment away from everyone. You greeted more people and quickly became engaged in dull conversation with guests, thrown right back into the chaos of the function.

Benedict was still loitering in your previous hiding spot. He needed a moment. He was surprised to have found someone else avoiding the party as well. Especially a beautiful woman like yourself.

Taking a deep breath and putting on a brave face, he made his return to the ball. His eyes cast around the room searching for you. He was happy to take you up on your offer and stick by your side for the rest of the night. He located you near the balcony and made his way.

You were nodding your head along in distracted agreement when he interrupted.

“I’m sorry to intrude,” he started, “but I’m afraid I owe the miss a dance.”

You smiled as you took Benedict’s outstretched hand, sending a half-hearted apology to the interrupted guest. He led you to the dance floor as a new song poured out of the ensemble’s strings.

You followed his lead in a content silence, merely enjoying each other’s presence. He smiled down at you, leaning close in a whisper. “Where have you been all night? We could have avoided hiding all together if I had found you sooner.”

“I’m afraid more people wanted to converse with me than necessary. A bit annoying, truly.”

“Understandable. I was avoiding conversation myself when I snuck off.”

You smiled and he pulled you closer, enjoying the movement of your bodies. The song came to an end and you were disappointed in having to face the crowd again. Benedict held his arm out for you and you graciously accepted.

“There you are!”

You turned together and came face to face with Violet Bridgerton.

“I was wondering where you two ran off to. Almost sent Anthony to find you until I spotted you on the dance floor.”

“Ah, yes Mother.” Benedict answered. “We just needed a moment.”

She nodded in understanding before stepping closer, “Do I need to remind you this ball was thrown in your honor? I understand you two are newlywed, but please refrain from ditching your own party.”

You blushed and hid your face in Benedict’s shoulder.

“Yes, Mother.” He laughed.

“Thank you.” She smiled and sent you her undeniable look of understanding.

“We were not as sly as I hoped.” You mumbled.

“Next time warn me before you run off so we can go together.” He added.

Laughing, you faced him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Of course, husband.”

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riddleriddles · 1 year ago

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ෆ delicate

ෆ matthew riddle x hufflepuff! shy! reader

ෆ summary: the one in which Matthew can’t leave such a beautiful girl crying alone in a dress like that.

ෆ warnings: English translated from google (please let me know if there are any grammatical mistakes), alteration of the history of mattheo and tom (tom is not voldemort but an potions teacher like snape).

ෆ notes: i just love shy!reader so much, im sorry if all my one shots are all with shy or hufflepuff reader, IM JUST A GIRL

𖦹

Parties have never really been your favorite way to spend time, loud music and dancing until your feet hurt in the middle of many strangers, not really your tipe of thing.

But a prom was so different, the music was slow, and the dresses, the delicate makeup, even more the winter ball, with the decorations in light shades of blue and white, was a dream.

Especially when you had someone to spend the night, a date, but maybe for lack of popularity, you hadn’t gotten a pair for tonight, your circle of friends was extremely limited, but if you did not have a pair it was not for lack of desire.

Since the prom was announced, you dreamed of being invited by none other than Cedric Digory.

He was tall, kind, sweet, confident, and extremely outgoing, always surrounded by his friends, but you weren’t special for having the attention picked up by Digory, half the girls of your year also dreamed the same thing as you, on being asked to be his date on the romantic night of the winter dance, unfortunately, you and Cedric, although you’ve interacted a few times - just a few little conversations he pulled during class, or little smiles as you passed each other in the hallway - you were very different, he was extremely confident and liked the attention, you did not.

In the little conversations you shared with him, you believed that those glances and those smiles had a greater meaning, maybe you forgot that he was just polite, or you knew but liked to pretend not, because the feeling was good, of being seen, of someone enjoying holding a conversation, and as much as you didn’t talk so much, he liked your words spoken in a low tone of quiet, or you thought he liked it.

the weeks passed and nothing came, not an owl or a letter, not even a flower, so your hopes were lost, as much as you had heard through the corridors that Cedric Digory had no pair and was considering going alone to the winter ball.

…

With only a few minutes left until the beginning of the prom, you were lying on the bed, wet hair tied in a towel with a robe around your body, looking at the ceiling with your hands resting one on top of the other in the region of your chest.

the room smelled like shampoo and the fragrance of the strawberry liquid soap you shared in the bathroom with your roommates.

"Come on, you need to go!" Lizzie, your closest friend, and roommate says excited, you and she used to make plans for a long time about this dance together. "We've been talking about it for so long, just for you to give up because of Cedric?"

She talks to you while tiing her hair delicately in a built-in braid, her yellow dress contrasting with her brown eyes and blonde hair.

"Oh Liz, you don't understand..." you whine "I don't have a pair, you at least go with someone nice."

"If that's the problem, you know I can leave Oliver dancing alone while we dance together." she rolls her eyes playfully and says excitedly, she looks at you through the mirror, you turn your face so that yours looks to meet, you smile softly at her.

"Don't do that." you say and giggles lightly.

You turn your head up again and sigh.

"All right, I’ll go..." You give yourself defeated and hear a lively scream from Liz, sit on the bed with your legs crossed.

She finishes the braid in her hair and finally turns to you looking for approval.

"do i look good?" She asks making an exaggerated pose with her hands on her waist and a smile from ear to ear.

She had a long yellow dress with several details of embroidered white flowers, and her blonde hair was in a single built-in braid with some messy strands giving her a stripped air, a yellow heel on her feet.

You smile at her and answer with a giggle "You look beautiful Liz, I'm sure Oliver will fall in love with you once again!"

Her smile changes to a shy smile and she looks at herself in the mirror again.

"I'm going to ask one of the girls to do my makeup, I hope that when I get back you'll be very ready for us to go!" She says excited and takes her makeup case, it is white with kittens and pink tulips and fits in the palm of her hand.

You suppress a smile with your lips and nod your head agreeing.

As soon as she leaves the dorm you get out of bed and go to the shared vanity, you sit on the wooden chair looking at your reflection in the mirror.

So you did your best to feel beautiful enough to go to the ball, dried your hair, and made a small braid on each side, a white bow holding them together, a light makeup on your face with a little glitter marking your eyes, and some golden accessories.

You get up from the vanity and walk to the full-length mirror that was on the door of the big wardrobe you shared with Lizzie.

The dress was hanging right next to the mirror, she went to her heels it was a shade of pearly white and made all of silk, it was beautiful, and you have been dreaming of it for so long.

You take it by the hanger and gently dress it with you back to the mirror, after fixing your hair and accessories, you turn to the mirror again and the view enchants you, feeling so beautiful, the dress had fallen so well on your body and your makeup, along with the simple hairstyle that made you so delicate.

Soon you hear the door open and turn quickly.

Lizzie gasped with an admired smile on her face and approached you quickly.

"You look won-der-ful!" She holds your hand and makes you do a little spin, a slight blush of shyness arrives on your cheeks while you give a soft giggle.

She releases from your hand and goes to the chair where two purses are hanging, one in a yellow and white tone and the other all white with small details in golden, she takes your lip gloss on top of the vanity and puts it inside the white purse, along with a mascara and a pink lip moisturizer that she puts in the yellow one, Going to you, she extends the white and you take it and put it on your shoulder.

"Let's go... the girls told me that Oliver is already waiting for me downstairs!" She says excited, ready to leave the dorm.

…

The great hall was splendid, in a whole shade of dark blue, the false sky with small and bright stars, the music was lively but still calm, couples were dancing in the center and some other people and groups of friends on the decorated tables.

You entered right behind Oliver and Lizzie, enjoying the place.

You sat at a table together where you shared a small talk to pass the time, as far as you could no longer ignore the passionate looks that Olive sent to her best friend and decided to leave them alone for a few minutes.

"I'm going to get something to drink, I'll be right back..." you asked excuse me getting up from the table with a gentle smile on her lips, Liz reciprocated shyly before giving all her attention to the brunette next to her.

Following up to a large table that was full of appetizers and different types of drinks, you took a red plastic cup and filled it with strawberry punch, from afar you could see Lizzie and olive sharing laughter, so you decided it was better to stay there for a while.

you got distracted looking down at your fingers while playing with the golden rings there, so distracted that you didn’t hear or notice when a tall brown boy came up to your side.

"Hey! you here!" Cedric said excitedly coming to your side with a little tap on your shoulder.

your eyes widened in surprise at the sudden presence of the boy, you turned to him with a small glance at his hand on your shoulder, visibly shy.

your heart began to beat faster in your chest and suddenly your throat was dry and your head could not find words to answer the boy with such beautiful eyes.

"Cedric... hi" you were louder than usual on account of the music playing, a small smile on your lips.

"You look good." he says in a charming tone approaching you, he passes by your side as he approaches the table behind you.

your cheeks are flushed with the comment and you don't know how to answer so you just chuckle shyly and admire him as he looks at the table.

"Thank you." you wanted to say that he looked good too but the words don’t seem to want to leave your mouth.

He serves himself in a red plastic cup just like yours, you watch him as he takes a gray canteen out of his suit pocket and baptizes the drink in the cup, you look at him and he seems not to notice, you look away at the couples dancing in the center of the Great hall.

He leans against your side, an arm leaning on the table behind your back without touching you, you suppress your lips, nervous with his proximity, playing with your rings again you swear you can feel your heart almost jumping from your chest.

He lifts the canteen as if offering you some of the whiskey he kept in his suit.

"Do you drink?" he asks with a gentle smile as if asking a casual question.

you look around nervous to see if any teacher is looking at you, which fortunately is not.

"No, but thank you." you gently refuse with a shy smile, he nods and hides the canteen on his suit again.

Now it’s his turn to watch the couples dancing in the center of the prom, a huge jealousy hitting his chest as he sees Cho Chang dancing in the arms of another boy.

You don’t follow his gaze, still playing your rings, the silence starts to bother you when he suddenly catches your hand, you look at him surprised, kinda bothered by the sudden touch.

"Do you want to dance?" he asks with an almost nervous smile.

suddenly you were speechless again, he wanted to dance? with you?

you nodded looking a little bit more lively, a big smile popping up on your lips.

was playing a song you didn’t know as Cedric took you to the center of the Great Hall, his hand resting on your waist.

you danced in a funny sync, but for you, everything seemed perfect. At least until you realize that Cedric wasn’t even paying attention to you.

you exclaimed softly in pain as he stepped on a finger as you danced, stopping for a few seconds.

He suddenly takes his eyes off something he was staring at behind you and looks at you surprised, then gives a little look at your foot, realizing his mistake.

"Oh, sorry, really sorry, I swear I’m not that bad normally" he apologizes with a nervous expression.

You can only nod your head and agree with a fake smile realizing that he doesn’t even care to look at you while apologizing, you follow his gaze and find none other than Cho Chang dancing and laughing with some other Corvinal boy.

You look away before he notices, and look down at your feet, gathering the courage to give an excuse to leave, he seems to notice.

"hey... you all right?" he asks with a gentle little smile and pretending to be worried.

So you look up at him, and you realize that he wasn’t trying to hurt you, of course, it was a little rude to treat you as a second choice, but it wasn’t his fault if he didn’t have feelings for you.

You sigh quietly “im sorry, cedric, i gotta go”

You don’t wait for an answer and get rid of his arms without looking at him because you know if he asks looking in your eyes you would stay.

Passing the couples dancing together you run a firm step out of the Great Hall, hoping to be alone for a while.

The thought of coming to the prom alone was beginning to look pathetic in your head, you should have stayed in your dorm.

you pass through the corridor of the stairs and follow to the courtyard, a bubble of anguish forming in your throat, along with the burning in the tip of your nose, indicating the will to cry.

You always used to cry for silly things, as simple as they were, like the end of a romantic book, or a sad movie, sometimes happiness, sometimes anger.

Now you felt pathetic, for not having a pair and having been made second choice, a mixture of sadness and upset formed the tears in the corner of your eyes.

You leaned on the stone wall, your hands covering your eyes to prevent more tears from falling.

the sound of you back on the stone wall catches Matthew attention, he looks back and would not have noticed that you were crying if not for the hand in your eyes, you sobbed silently.

He lets the cigarette smoke out of his mouth still holding it between his lips if he mentally asks if he should ask you what was happening or should sneak out while you hadn’t noticed his presence.

He analyzes your whole body, from the white Maryjane on your feet to the jewelry you wore on your neck, before sighing softly and taking the cigarette out of his mouth, his night was so boring that he needed a distraction.

Matthew also did not have a prom date, but not for lack of choice, nor would he come to this dance considered ridiculous in his vision, refused one or two dates saying that he would not attend, unfortunately, Lorenzo, one of his best friends, convinced him to stay at least a few minutes before disappearing with his escort, Matthew tired of being alone decided to go out to smoke without being caught by some of the teachers, he planned to finish and climb back to his dorm.

His plans were ruined.

You feel the smell of cigarettes and the presence next to you and take your hand out of your eyes to look at Matthew next to you, your cheeks red by crying, and now the shame of being caught crying, matching with the tip of your nose also reddish and your eyes glowing with tears.

He looks at you and then realizes why your dress is white, was to match your angelic appearance, he notes mentally to thank Lorenzo later for forcing him to come.

"hi." he whispers with a neutral expression, not so serious but also not smiling.

"Hi?" you whisper, yet come out as a question.

You wipe the corner of your eyes, looking elsewhere than him, still ashamed of being caught crying over something so silly.

"Why aren’t you at the prom?" he asks as if you’re not crying, without asking your name as if you already know each other.

Uncertain of what to say, because you did not want to open up to a stranger, especially when the unknown was the son of the frightening professor of potions, Tom Riddle.

"I... found it boring." you whisper shyly, your hands playing with the heart pendant of your necklace.

"so boring that it made you want to cry? what a coincidence, me too, I just wiped my tears." he says with a serious tone but visibly joking.

You let out a giggle realizing that he took your lie, forgetting what had just happened.

"All right, it’s just a silly motive."

"Will you tell me you don’t have someone to dance with?" he asks with a giggle as if he’s joking.

"I haven’t." Your smile falls and you look at your own feet.

He tilts his head to look at your face, not believing that someone so beautiful and dressed so well is crying for not having someone to dance with.

"you’re lying."

"I’m not." you whisper uncertainly and he giggles out of disbelief.

After a few seconds in silence, he puts the cigarette in his mouth again, and from a puff, you watch as he releases the smoke between his lips and takes the cigarette out of his mouth again.

The cold began to bother you, your hands rose and your arms crossed above your chest in search of heat, he notices and comes a little closer, not so much not to scare you.

"Was it someone who made you cry?" he asks quietly, alternating between looking at you and the cigarette on his fingers.

"yes."

"your boyfriend?"

"No." you reply, feeling foolish again, for crying over a boy who isn’t even your boyfriend. "It’s silly."

He stares at you as he leans his head against a stone wall, your eyes still sparkling from tears as you look at your shoe, he notes that the tears lightly blurred your mascara.

He lifts his fingers to the tip of your eyes and passes his thumb over the stain carefully, you look at him uncertain with the proximity, your cheeks turning pink again, and he smiles noticing you blushing with the touch.

"was stained" he clarifies

"with mascara?" he nods agreeing, the cold starting to bother him too.

"Don’t you want to come in? It’s getting cold in here, and you’re out of coat." He whispers, putting his cigarette out on the wall behind him, before throwing it on the floor, wet from the rain earlier.

"I think I’ll go back to my dorm." you whisper letting your hands slip to the side of your body.

"Oh no you can’t leave," he says quickly, thinking of some reason to make you stay, not knowing that you didn’t need much because you hadn’t yet learned to say no, as much as it was someone unknown.

"I can’t?" you ask confused

"No... because... I wanted you to dance with me." he says at once without thinking, dancing? he didn’t dance, what had gone through his head?

His voice comes out neutral but he curses himself mentally, he did not want you to leave but he also did not want to dance.

"Do you want to dance with me?" you blush and suppress a smirk, he sighs without knowing how to answer.

"Yes." No, he doesn’t.

you smile with the words that come out of his lips.

Ok, maybe he wants, just a little.

"Okay." you smile shyly, looking at him slightly flushed, he looks between your glossy lips and your eyes shining.

He accompanies you to the Great hall again, making silly comments to keep you distracted, you thank him mentally.

"I don’t have a pair either, nor is it that bad right?" he says as you arrive.

"not much" you respond softly

a song ends when you arrive, and one of your favorite songs starts playing.

You take a deep breath and your smile increases, you start to think that the universe was trying to make you sad just to make you happy again.

Matthew has his hand on your waist while guiding you to the center of the Great Hall, which did not have as many couples as before, Fade Into You played in the background while the lights changed to a dark blue tone.

Your chests were glued and you were smaller than him, he can smell the floral smell of your shampoo, and then he takes a deep breath discreetly to feel it better.

You look up at him shyly, not knowing what to say to end the silence.

I wanna hold the hand Inside you

you whisper something quietly to him

I wanna take the breath thats true

"Sorry, I didn’t catch that" he whispers so just you can hear and bends down a little to hear you better, your bodies still dancing in sync truly perfect.

I look to you and i see nothing

you stand on tiptoe, your hand on his shoulder as you say in his ear "Thank you" It is still low but he could hear why you said it in his ear this time.

i look to you to see the truth

He had no idea what you were thanking him for, and neither did you.

You live your life, you go in shadows

"oh no, I should thank you." He whispers back to you, he talks louder, and he doesn’t have to say it in your ear, but he does it anyway.

You’ll come apart and you'll go blind

you shiver with his hoarse voice in your ear as he smiles at your reaction, realizing that maybe he likes to see you blush, even if the blue light is in the way.

Some kind of night into your darkness

he leaves a kiss on your neck next to your ear before he looks up again, his action making your heart race, you had never received this much attention from some boy.

Colors your eyes with what is not there

you smile shyly and he reciprocates before looking up around, you lower your head, and lean on his shoulder, while your bodies dance slowly, his hand that was previously intertwined with yours loose and goes down to your waist, his hand that was once intertwined with yours loose and descends to your waist, his arms hold you there, on his chest, your own hands follow his movements and climb to his neck, the silence began to get comfortable.

Fade into you

Stranger, you never knew

Fade into you

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crawling back to you II leah williamson x reader

warnings: toxic, hidden relationship, jealousy, angst

summary: After hiding their relationship for years because Leah was still in the closet, they eventually broke up. Yet, they always found their way back into each others lives.

wc: 1,3k I based on this request

"it´s been two years, Leah. Why are you still referring to me as your best friend and roommate to your teammates? You didn´t even tell Keira about me?! She's your best friend!" I yelled at Leah, more out of frustration than anger. I'm so tired of hiding this relationship, of hiding myself behind the 'best friend´ label.

leah being in the cloest was never a problem for me - for us. But since rumours about her dating her male best friend were a thing it as hard to keep everything private. Growing up in milton keynes it was hard to be openly gay.

"Y/n you know its hard for me to tell everyone we are dating. We both know how they reacted after Keira came out to them. She still suffers from it and i dont wanna experience it please undertstand that." leah tries to explain her situation to me and i wish i could understand her the way i want to. But im too hurt.

"I should understand you? Have you ever tried to understand me? I can't do this anymore, Leah. You deserve someone who can handle this - but I can't. I'm sorry, Lee. It's for the best if we break up."

I say the words with tears in my eyes, my voice barely holding steady. It's a hard decision, but itt's one I have to make.

Being with Leah from the time I was 14 to now, at 17, has meant everything to me. I'm so grateful for the past three years, but I just can't do this anymore.

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"Y/N, I BOUGHT US TICKETS FOR THE NEXT GAME AT JOIE STADIUM!"

My girlfriend's excited voice echoes through our shared apartment. It's been seven months since I moved to Manchester and three months since we started living together.

"I'm already excited!" I shout back while checking who City's opponent is. Of course - it's Arsenal.

It feels strange to be thinking about football again, especially after breaking up with Leah almost a year ago. But maybe she's not even playing anymore.

Little did I know, she's been captaining the squad for the past year.

Our seats are incredible, giving us a perfect view of the pitch. As the teams walk out, my eyes immediately land on the captain's armband wrapped around Leah's arm. A strange sense of pride swells in my chest. Playing for the Gunners - leading them - had been her dream since she joined the club so many years ago. Seeing her live that dream now brings an unshakable smile to my face.

My thoughts are interrupted when my girlfriend starts chanting loudly, her passion for the game contagious. For a moment, I forget my ex is even on the pitch.

I never told Sarah about my past with a certain blonde Arsenal player.

I could feel Leah's eyes on me the entire game.

A part of me wanted to tease her, so every time she came over to take a corner, I laughed extra loud at whatever Sarah said or kissed her deeply-just to make a point.

I wanted her to see what it felt like to be in a relationship that didn't have to be hidden. To know how beautiful it is to be loved loudly and openly.

Later that evening, my phone buzzed.

leahwilliamson wants to send you a message. My heart started racing. My eyes widened as I read her message.

'Cute little show you put on earlier today.'

I had no idea how to respond to that, so I just sent back a few question marks. It didn't take long for her to reply.

'The way you laughed extra loud at whatever that girl said. The way you kissed her while checking to see if I was watching. I don't care, Y/N' . My blood starts to boil.

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"Y/N!!"

I snap out of my thoughts as my coworker calls my name. I hurry over to the counter, my eyes widening.

'Can you serve them? I need to make a quick call.'

I manage a nod, but then I notice here - Leah. Sitting in my cafe. With another girl.

I take a deep breath, forcing a polite smile. "Hey, what can I get for you?" I ask, keeping my tone professional.

Leah smirks. "ll have a matcha latte. And what about you, babe-?" She turns to the girl beside her. "A flat white, please. Thank you" the girl says with a warm smile.

I already don't like her.

"Give me one second"

I know exactly why Leah is here - to get under my skin. And it's working. But beneath the teasing, beneath the smug attitude, it just hurts.

Seeing her be so open, so affectionate with someone else. calling her pet names, touching her without hesitation - it stings in a way I can't ignore.

Whenever we were out together, she barely even said my name, let alone held my hand. Now, she's making sure I see how different things are.

Every time I glance at their table, Leah is already looking at me, eyes filled with something I can't quite place. But I do notice how touchy she is, how overly flirty she's being.

And it makes my blood boil. I text her 'now we are even'. Her eyes darkened as she read the message.

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The club was alive with loud music, the clink of glasses, and the smell of sweaty bodies. It was my best friend's 25th birthday, and we decided to celebrate it in our hometown, London. I was also hoping it would serve as a distraction from my recent breakup. After two years of dating Sarah, she ended things last weekend because I couldn't bring myself to tell her I loved her. It's not that I didn't care about her or that I wasn't in love, but things felt different. The only woman I will ever truly love is Leah. Forever.

Suddenly, someone bumped into me, spilling their drink all over my shirt. "Oh god, I'm sorry!" They said as I looked up, meeting their eyes. It was Leah. Who else could it be?

"I didn't know you were here" she said, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, it's Anna's birthday today, and I thought Id come back to London for the occasion" I replied. "What about you?"

Leah seemed taken aback by how easily I kept the conversation going. "Actually, we won the league today. It was the last game of the season against Aston Villa, and we won."

The conversation flowed naturally, and then, unexpectedly, she asked THE question.

"So, is your girlfriend here?" she asked.

"No,â€ I said "we are not together anymore." "Oh, really? Im sorry to hear that. Funny enough, my girlfriend broke up with me two weeks ago" she replied, a look of surprise crossing her face. I was stunned, my eyes widening in disbelief. The tension between us shifted, and an unfamiliar but unmistakable feeling of missing her washed over me.

After that, we kept texting and even FaceTimed a few times. The vibe was strange but oddly familiar, as though we had never stopped talking, despite having broken up over 3.5 years ago. Nothing had really changed.

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"Happy one year, baby!" Leah greeted me with breakfast in bed and the most beautiful bouquet of red roses. I couldn't have been happier with her by my side.

Even though she had a game on our anniversary , it didn't make the day any less special. I cheered her on from the 'Friends and Family' section, proudly wearing her name on the back of my Arsenal jersey. When she scored the winning goal, she celebrated by making a special gesture just for me.

Right person, right time.

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